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Post by Lord Hemlock on Jan 6, 2016 16:56:23 GMT
(I'm starting this up so we can all RP when we're away from home, or just don't feel like getting on FH/can't cause it's broken/etc.)
Asgard laid atop the Meeting Stone. The wind had picked up, and Asgard could smell a lot of different things. Elk. The grass. The scent of pine and oak from the forest a mile off. And his Pack. Each scent different. Some strong, some faint. Some sweet and some.. Not so sweet. Wrinkling his nose, he let out a sneeze as a flower petal blew in and landed on his nose. Pawing it away, he looked around.
I hope no one saw that.
He thought and licked his nose free of any pollen. Beginning to groom himself, he blinked a few times. Stopping, he tried to focus on a flower near the pool. It was partially hazed, due to his blind eye.
Eyesight is getting worse. I need to appoint a Shaman, so they can take a look at my eye.
He thought and raised a paw to rub his one blue eye. Rising to a sitting position, he lifted his right hind leg, beginning to scratch his notched ear.
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Post by kuama on Jan 10, 2016 2:39:26 GMT
(I'm starting this up so we can all RP when we're away from home, or just don't feel like getting on FH/can't cause it's broken/etc.) Asgard laid atop the Meeting Stone. The wind had picked up, and Asgard could smell a lot of different things. Elk. The grass. The scent of pine and oak from the forest a mile off. And his Pack. Each scent different. Some strong, some faint. Some sweet and some.. Not so sweet. Wrinkling his nose, he let out a sneeze as a flower petal blew in and landed on his nose. Pawing it away, he looked around. I hope no one saw that.He thought and licked his nose free of any pollen. Beginning to groom himself, he blinked a few times. Stopping, he tried to focus on a flower near the pool. It was partially hazed, due to his blind eye. Eyesight is getting worse. I need to appoint a Shaman, so they can take a look at my eye.He thought and raised a paw to rub his one blue eye. Rising to a sitting position, he lifted his right hind leg, beginning to scratch his notched ear. Kuama lifted her head off of the wrists of her paws, stirred by an abrupt sneeze. Steely eyes taking in her surroundings, she swivelled her ears this way and that in an attempt to source the sound. Gaze trailing a zephyr as it winded between the ranks of drifting pine-needles, Kua curled her tongue into a yawn. She didn't mind being woken up. No, what she did mind was the bite to the air. Pushing herself up first by her front paws, the knight's yellow guard-hairs bristled as she looked over her shoulder. There, sitting solitarily on a large boulder was her superior batting at his nose, while a petalled flower drifted away from it. " Allergies?" Kuama inquired, lowering her head and tail respectfully as she trotted over. Stopping at the base of the Meeting Stone, the pale wolf's stubby tail resided in a slow wag as she looked at Lord Asgard, a sportive glint to her green gaze. |
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Post by Lord Hemlock on Jan 10, 2016 3:43:34 GMT
(I'm starting this up so we can all RP when we're away from home, or just don't feel like getting on FH/can't cause it's broken/etc.) Asgard laid atop the Meeting Stone. The wind had picked up, and Asgard could smell a lot of different things. Elk. The grass. The scent of pine and oak from the forest a mile off. And his Pack. Each scent different. Some strong, some faint. Some sweet and some.. Not so sweet. Wrinkling his nose, he let out a sneeze as a flower petal blew in and landed on his nose. Pawing it away, he looked around. I hope no one saw that.He thought and licked his nose free of any pollen. Beginning to groom himself, he blinked a few times. Stopping, he tried to focus on a flower near the pool. It was partially hazed, due to his blind eye. Eyesight is getting worse. I need to appoint a Shaman, so they can take a look at my eye.He thought and raised a paw to rub his one blue eye. Rising to a sitting position, he lifted his right hind leg, beginning to scratch his notched ear. Kuama lifted her head off of the wrists of her paws, stirred by an abrupt sneeze. Steely eyes taking in her surroundings, she swivelled her ears this way and that in an attempt to source the sound. Gaze trailing a zephyr as it winded between the ranks of drifting pine-needles, Kua curled her tongue into a yawn. She didn't mind being woken up. No, what she did mind was the bite to the air. Pushing herself up first by her front paws, the knight's yellow guard-hairs bristled as she looked over her shoulder. There, sitting solitarily on a large boulder was her superior batting at his nose, while a petalled flower drifted away from it. " Allergies?" Kuama inquired, lowering her head and tail respectfully as she trotted over. Stopping at the base of the Meeting Stone, the pale wolf's stubby tail resided in a slow wag as she looked at Lord Asgard, a sportive glint to her green gaze. Asgard perked his ears to the sound of a familiar voice. "I suppose." He chuffed, and let his tail droop past his paws and over the edge of stone. "When was our last hunt, Kuama?" He asked. "The pack might be hungry. And hungry bellies means clouded minds. We can't have our Knights, and Sentries not thinking clearly." He told the pale she-wolf. A low rumble of a growl escaped him. "Gather some wolves and prepare for a hunt." He ordered, and flopped back down, closing his now sleepy eyes. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2016 5:31:17 GMT
Kuama lifted her head off of the wrists of her paws, stirred by an abrupt sneeze. Steely eyes taking in her surroundings, she swivelled her ears this way and that in an attempt to source the sound. Gaze trailing a zephyr as it winded between the ranks of drifting pine-needles, Kua curled her tongue into a yawn. She didn't mind being woken up. No, what she did mind was the bite to the air. Pushing herself up first by her front paws, the knight's yellow guard-hairs bristled as she looked over her shoulder. There, sitting solitarily on a large boulder was her superior batting at his nose, while a petalled flower drifted away from it. " Allergies?" Kuama inquired, lowering her head and tail respectfully as she trotted over. Stopping at the base of the Meeting Stone, the pale wolf's stubby tail resided in a slow wag as she looked at Lord Asgard, a sportive glint to her green gaze. Asgard perked his ears to the sound of a familiar voice. "I suppose." He chuffed, and let his tail droop past his paws and over the edge of stone. "When was our last hunt, Kuama?" He asked. "The pack might be hungry. And hungry bellies means clouded minds. We can't have our Knights, and Sentries not thinking clearly." He told the pale she-wolf. A low rumble of a growl escaped him. "Gather some wolves and prepare for a hunt." He ordered, and flopped back down, closing his now sleepy eyes. Tatum resided inside a gathering of clover. Her body was curled upon itself, a paw residing on top of her white muzzle. However, voices from nearby awoke both her, and her abundant energy. Rising to her white paws, she gazed around until a tail caught her view. Both mind and instincts decided that this tail would become her prey, at least until it was taken away of course. Quietly, the little grey and white colored dame snuck her way toward the rock where Asgard was perched. She was just inches from the tail when she attempted to pounce on it.
"I gotcha!" Tate giggled as she would try to both chew and tug on it with a playful growl to let the owner of said tail know that she truly meant no harm. Her own tail wagged vigorously while she enjoyed herself, not fully sure of how Asgard would feel with his tail being slobbered and chewed on however.
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Post by Lord Hemlock on Jan 10, 2016 5:54:40 GMT
Asgard perked his ears to the sound of a familiar voice. "I suppose." He chuffed, and let his tail droop past his paws and over the edge of stone. "When was our last hunt, Kuama?" He asked. "The pack might be hungry. And hungry bellies means clouded minds. We can't have our Knights, and Sentries not thinking clearly." He told the pale she-wolf. A low rumble of a growl escaped him. "Gather some wolves and prepare for a hunt." He ordered, and flopped back down, closing his now sleepy eyes. Tatum resided inside a gathering of clover. Her body was curled upon itself, a paw residing on top of her white muzzle. However, voices from nearby awoke both her, and her abundant energy. Rising to her white paws, she gazed around until a tail caught her view. Both mind and instincts decided that this tail would become her prey, at least until it was taken away of course. Quietly, the little grey and white colored dame snuck her way toward the rock where Asgard was perched. She was just inches from the tail when she attempted to pounce on it.
"I gotcha!" Tate giggled as she would try to both chew and tug on it with a playful growl to let the owner of said tail know that she truly meant no harm. Her own tail wagged vigorously while she enjoyed herself, not fully sure of how Asgard would feel with his tail being slobbered and chewed on however.
Asgard had just dozed off when a loud yap erupted and he felt his tail being chewed on. Opening his eyes abruptly, he looked at his tail with kind eyes. "Hello, Tate." He barked, and gently pulled his tail, and young Tate up onto the rock gently. He observed the pup for a moment or two, before he noticed how messy she seemed. "Come here, you!" He yapped, and grabbed her by the scruff only to pull her closer so that he could help with that. He soon began to lap at her ears, head, and cheeks. Chuffing quietly, in a fatherly way, he attempted to calm her if she seemed annoyed by his grooming. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2016 6:03:03 GMT
Tatum resided inside a gathering of clover. Her body was curled upon itself, a paw residing on top of her white muzzle. However, voices from nearby awoke both her, and her abundant energy. Rising to her white paws, she gazed around until a tail caught her view. Both mind and instincts decided that this tail would become her prey, at least until it was taken away of course. Quietly, the little grey and white colored dame snuck her way toward the rock where Asgard was perched. She was just inches from the tail when she attempted to pounce on it.
"I gotcha!" Tate giggled as she would try to both chew and tug on it with a playful growl to let the owner of said tail know that she truly meant no harm. Her own tail wagged vigorously while she enjoyed herself, not fully sure of how Asgard would feel with his tail being slobbered and chewed on however.
Asgard had just dozed off when a loud yap erupted and he felt his tail being chewed on. Opening his eyes abruptly, he looked at his tail with kind eyes. "Hello, Tate." He barked, and gently pulled his tail, and young Tate up onto the rock gently. He observed the pup for a moment or two, before he noticed how messy she seemed. "Come here, you!" He yapped, and grabbed her by the scruff only to pull her closer so that he could help with that. He soon began to lap at her ears, head, and cheeks. Chuffing quietly, in a fatherly way, he attempted to calm her if she seemed annoyed by his grooming. Tate yelped in surprise as she felt her body be lifted off the ground, only to be placed on the rock. However, at being pulled over and groomed, she whined and cried in defiance even though his chuffing did soothe most of the cries. She enjoyed her filth, it made her feel as though she could be more stealthy and undetectable by her /prey/.
"I don't need to be groom Mister! My filth keeps me from being detected by prey!" She pleaded but knew it would be no use. Instead she began to squirm and shift, attempting to worm her way out of Asgard's grip. However, she couldn't help but giggle with glee as her tail wagged, bumping up against the male's frame.
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Post by kuama on Jan 10, 2016 15:53:25 GMT
Kuama lifted her head off of the wrists of her paws, stirred by an abrupt sneeze. Steely eyes taking in her surroundings, she swivelled her ears this way and that in an attempt to source the sound. Gaze trailing a zephyr as it winded between the ranks of drifting pine-needles, Kua curled her tongue into a yawn. She didn't mind being woken up. No, what she did mind was the bite to the air. Pushing herself up first by her front paws, the knight's yellow guard-hairs bristled as she looked over her shoulder. There, sitting solitarily on a large boulder was her superior batting at his nose, while a petalled flower drifted away from it. " Allergies?" Kuama inquired, lowering her head and tail respectfully as she trotted over. Stopping at the base of the Meeting Stone, the pale wolf's stubby tail resided in a slow wag as she looked at Lord Asgard, a sportive glint to her green gaze. Asgard perked his ears to the sound of a familiar voice. "I suppose." He chuffed, and let his tail droop past his paws and over the edge of stone. "When was our last hunt, Kuama?" He asked. "The pack might be hungry. And hungry bellies means clouded minds. We can't have our Knights, and Sentries not thinking clearly." He told the pale she-wolf. A low rumble of a growl escaped him. "Gather some wolves and prepare for a hunt." He ordered, and flopped back down, closing his now sleepy eyes. At Lord Asgard's response, Kuama's tail stilled. "Our last hunt ?" She repeated, furrowing her light-marked brow whilst scowered her long-term memory for the answer. "Yes, it was quite long ago." The she-wolf concluded, the yellow guard-hairs of her rather thin pelt raising, akin to the protruding pine needles of the trees surrounding the camp. Attention turning to gale making it's way through the territory, Kuama lifted her snout to pull the scents out of the air with her rounded nose. Her census of the faint scents where narrowed to the prey animals; elk, white-tailed deer, wild horse, squirrels, mice and perhaps even a few marmots. "You're right, the pack is hungry. Maybe even thinner than usual. I'd suggest a bigger animal to feed that hunger, perhaps an elk, caribou or grassland horse. Although I'd avoid animals with horns or hooves, providing our condition. We could look for deer, they might too have horns; although they are far weaker. I know a few hunting tactics that would work with grassland gazelles, might work for deer." Kuama advised, parting her fore-legs in order to stretch out her back; a short movement that allowed her chest to sink to the ground underfoot. Steely eyes searching her superior for a reaction or response, Kua wondered if she should have just dipped her head and gone off to gather wolves before voicing her ideas. Smiling at Tatum, she simply waited for Asgard's answer while patiently swaying her half-length tail. |
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Post by Lord Hemlock on Jan 13, 2016 9:37:42 GMT
Asgard, upon hearing Kuama suggest a few ideas, finished grooming Tate and nudged her away gently, "Go and play, dear.." He chuffed kindly, and then turned to Kuama, "I think a deer would suit the Pack today." He decided, and licked his lips to settle the fur around his mouth. His eyes shone with strength as he stared at the female.
(I'll be online tomorrow to RP.)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2016 23:43:43 GMT
Tate's tail began to wag once she was let go, however, she wanted to play with Asgard. After all that was her whole purpose of playing with his tail.
"Can't I play with you mister?" She questioned Asgard, staring at him with wide, green eyes. Her tail continued to wag as she stood beside him. She knew she should pay attention to what was happening around her but for the moment, the only thing on her mind was to play with someone.
(I have a different time zone so I'll probably only be able to be on during Friday or Saturday. Sorry >.<)
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Post by kuama on Jan 14, 2016 1:16:59 GMT
Asgard, upon hearing Kuama suggest a few ideas, finished grooming Tate and nudged her away gently, "Go and play, dear.." He chuffed kindly, and then turned to Kuama, "I think a deer would suit the Pack today." He decided, and licked his lips to settle the fur around his mouth. His eyes shone with strength as he stared at the female. (I'll be online tomorrow to RP.) Kuama lifted herself off of the dry earth, the cowlicks of her curly tan fur straightening out along with the sudden movement. Extending one foreleg at the wrist and elbow, she rolled each shoulder before placing her weight evenly on both paws. Pleased with Lord Asgard's acknowledgement of her hunting-lore, she tilted her head up to get a better lock at the grey superior. Noting the hardy, robust expression he was doting, Kuama stilled her tail and instinctively lowered her ears to the back of her neck. Smiling apologetically at Tatum for taking away Asgard's attention, the yellow she-wolf turned and began to pad away from the Meeting Rock to gather up some wolves. Task completed, Kuama settled herself down beneath the shadow of the meeting rock once again with re-enforcements. ''Should we discuss our hunting tactics before-hand?" Kuama inquired, parting her jaws in a yawn; while her steely eyes rested on the large grey, black and white male. "I've watched these forest deer for a while now, and it seams that they relieve themselves not to soon after dawn." Kua started, her eyes glinting sportively. I know, gross. "If we waited through the night undetected, we could startle the herd before they woke and did so. Therefore, when they flee, their bladders would burst and slow them down. Perhaps some of them would drop dead before we even touch them, preventing any unnecessary exertion." |
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Post by Lord Hemlock on Jan 14, 2016 6:04:37 GMT
Asgard snorted. "You talk too much." He grumbled and whisked his tail over the Stone. "This pack needs food. I assigned you to hunt. Why are still sitting here?" He growled quietly, and glanced back at Tate. "I'm sorry, little one but I'm too busy to play right now." He barked, and licked her cheek. "Why don't you go and see if Sike wants to play?" He urged, knowing the brown male had a soft spot for his adopted daughter. ( Sike) |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2016 15:15:44 GMT
"Okay!" Tate replied before awkwardly sliding off the rock. Once she felt the soft ground beneath her paws, she took off in a run as she looked for Sike. She checked the pond where she scared him with a turtle but didn't see him. Next she went to where he usually always was, but by then she was exhausted from all her running. Sliding into a laying position, she rolled onto her side and took a sleepy glance around before falling asleep.
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Post by kuama on Jan 14, 2016 22:09:57 GMT
"I... Talk to much?" Kuama repeated, under her breath, after a long pause. Seemingly stunned as though struck, the mongolian wolf couldn't suppress the raising of her black and yellow guardhairs.
...No, that surved her right. She shouldn't of gotten excited, her... odd hunting tactics probably bored Lord Asgard, which she couldn't blame him for. Adverting her eyes respectively from her superior, Kua released a taut breath through her closed teeth. Being a former lone wolf, Kuama defiantly enjoyed speaking with other wolves whenever given the chance; it had never occurred to her that this was a negative quality.
"Yes, of course." The pale knight finally responded, her earthy green gaze hardening as she glanced across her shoulders at her gathered hunting party. Raising to her paws, Kuama turned and trotted out of camp; her short, stiff tail raising ever so slightly in an unspoken call for the party to join her. No, she wouldn't make the same error again.
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Post by Venetia on Jan 17, 2016 23:16:56 GMT
This is a reply to Vene & Hem's rp a day ago.
As the Lord began to nip Venetia's notched ear, she soon felt a rough-surfaced, fleshy tongue gently lick the side of her face. Venetia released a quiet chuckle, giving a quick nuzzle to the Lord's chest. "About that leadership you offered me, my Lord." Venetia's expression flicked from silly to serious. "I was thinking about it during the past nights or so, and I've made up my mind."
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Post by Venetia on Jan 17, 2016 23:17:59 GMT
This is a reply to Vene & Hem's rp a day ago. As the Lord began to nip Venetia's notched ear, she soon felt a rough-surfaced, fleshy tongue gently lick the side of her face. Venetia released a quiet chuckle, giving a quick nuzzle to the Lord's chest. "About that leadership you offered me, my Lord." Venetia's expression flicked from silly to serious. "I was thinking about it during the past nights or so, and I've made up my mind." |
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