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Predator turns to prey in this exotic tale of Hunting.

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• Completed • Survival of the Fittest: A Wolf's Tail

Postby Tai'klein » Mon Jun 13, 2016 8:08 pm

Survival of the Fittest: A Wolf's Tail
7 Trial, Ymiden, 716 Arc

Territory. One could describe it as a place that is natural and occupied and defended by an animal. The denning site of Tai’klein was a bit away from Tosibeere Whakamatao. At most the site was secure and protected from frequent visitors of the springs, but that didn’t stop him and his familiar from living off the land as well. The den itself was well hidden and the collection of bramble collected on the wood’s ground helped to conceal it.

The red haired Sev’ryn sat in his den contemplating upon how life has begun to unfold. The journey of finding his familiar had come to an end, and now living out in the wilds mostly alone with just his familiar to keep him company was a real eye opener. Despite their short time together every day that passed Tai’klein felt more and more connected to Rei’sch, and almost craved to enjoy melding with him. The white wolf, laying down in the far corner of their den, peeked his head up as his ears quirked to some sort of sound.

“What is it?” Tai’klein asked before closing his eyes and escaping into a meditative state to observe the sounds of the wilds. A few birds chirping from up above, a gentle crack in the wind causing leaves to flay back and forth, and a collection of twigs cracking underneath something. Opening up his eyes, Tai’klein stood and the watchful wolf, snout on the ground, looked up from the floor as if wanting to stay. “Don’t act that way, you know we don’t have much food. It is at least worth a look.”

Tai’klein grabbed hold of his bow and arrows and slung his harp across his shoulders, it nestled just under his waist. “You’re going to try and hunt with bow?” Rei’sch said before Tai’klein responded back to his white wolf “You think you could do better?” The wolf sat down near the entrance to the den as if blocking Tai’klein from going out. The familiar was being fairly stern in wanting to go out and hunt.

After a few moments of shuffling his gear back down to the ground Tai’klein got comfortable, and closed his eyes. The smell around started to get more concentrated and as he meditated upon his familiar his vision shifted to observing his own body laying upon a wall of the den. It was a strange occurrence, but after a short moment the wolf was now one with Tai’klein.

After pawing at the ground for a brief moment, Tai’klein exited the den then darted out into the woods after making a few claw marks on a tree to note his territory. He smelled the dirt from a few of the trees and didn’t notice any new scents that had come across. Soon enough, the wolf took off and pounced between trees working his way through the woods in the way only an animal could. Suddenly a downwind of another animal scent wafted its way through the air. Immediately coming to a stop the wolf crouched down between some brush and started to stalk the scent.
It led to a clearing within the woods and it sounded as if whatever he was stalking was near some water. After carefully stalking forward, head low and eyes up, the wolf spotted its prey. A pack of Arnabari was gathered across a stream drinking and eating some of the wild grass that grew. Within his head he heard the call of Rei’sch once more. “These are quick and are very alert. You will have to target one, and as soon as one see’s you they will all run.” The wolf licked it’s chops in response and studied his prey some more. There were about 5 larger prey, most likely adults, and 2 smaller that looked half grown.

At first the wolf thought to attack the largest one there, but after thinking for a bit, if he could target both of the younger one it would prove a formidable hunt, but without help from another would prove far too difficult. Scowling forward the wolf slowly started to crawl forward underneath some brush, getting closer and closer to his prey. One of the older Arnabari turned for a glimpse and caused the wolf to freeze in his tracks hoping not to be seen. His white fur didn’t fare well for camouflage within the forest, but luckily this time he was covered by shrubs.

Waiting till the Arnabari turned back around, now would be his chance. The wolf started out in a sprint to the closest prey, one of the younger ones. During his sprint 4 of the adults and 2 of the smaller prey started to prance away in fear. The other one seemed to trot at a slower speed and couldn’t keep the pace of the other pack of Anabari, but still provided a good chase. Changing targets to the one that fell behind the wolf snarled as he ran, readying his teeth.

Paw by paw the wolf closed the distance as the Arnabari started to cross the stream, pouncing off rocks like it was second nature to them. With a great leap the wolf plummeted into the waters and started to run towards his prey. The water slowed them all down, but the wolf kept chase. As they reached the other side the land went into a hill and now was the time to attack. The wolf ended up right behind the slower Arnabari and chomped down at its leg crunching through its cartilage and sending it scrambling to the ground trying to get away. In the struggle the wolf was kicked in his hind leg slightly, but the adrenaline and blood lust sent the wolf into a fury as he went towards the neck for the kill.

Gaping teeth climped down on the neck and blood spattered about with his nuzzle completely covered in the crimson liquid. A furious shake finished the job as the Arnabari quit struggling and fell down the hill into the shallow waters below. Chasing after his dead prey the wolf enjoyed the kill a bit, by thrashing the dead body around a bit more before starting to drag it back to his den. Through the process of dragging the heavy Arnabari the wolf struggled through the terrain leaving a bloody trail. Pausing in the process halfway to the den the wolf let out a cry that could be heard far and wide in the woods. The howl was unmistakable and despite everything else, Tai’klein was enjoying himself and the prey he had just prized.

Despite the carnal and savage natures of the wolf, the whole process seemed beautiful to Tai’klein. The thrill of the hunt, the chase, the kill, the taste of the blood. It was unlike anything he had ever experience as a humanoid. It was as if he was living off the land explicitly, and this was his law. Though, he wasn’t the only predators within these woods, and as he was dragging the body of his prey into the den, he could almost hear something stalking him. Fleeting sounds of paws striking the ground circled around as panting and bark could be heard. The wolf went directly over to Tai’klein’s body and laid down, and up arose the red haired Sev’ryn.

At first Tai’klein wiped his mouth as if there was blood on it, but after observing no such thing he got up and picked up a torch that was lit and grabbed his bow. Heading outside of the den the light momentarily blinded him and he could hear the quickened steps of some sort of quadruped dashing towards him. After letting out a snarl and yell the man quickly raised his long bow and knocked an arrow and blindly fired in the direction he heard the noise. It missed and was quickly followed by a tackle of some sort of ravenous beast, as others headed in to join in on the capture.

After scrambling a bit, and getting scratched by some sharp claws, the red haired Sev’ryn let out a furious cry of pain and anger and clutched onto his torch tightly. He waved it up and bluntly hit his attacked with it’s hot embers which caused the beast to let off. Bracing himself on a tree, Tai’klein got up and observed his attackers. They looked like a pack of dogs and had small ears, jagged teeth, and a boney structure. He heard from his wolf counterpart the single word “Spulmokawarta Pups” in a growl.

These small beasts seemed to track them back to their den, and if they would want to keep their den safe would most likely have to kill each and every one of them. A very daunting task.
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Survival of the Fittest: A Wolf's Tail

Postby Tai'klein » Mon Jun 13, 2016 8:44 pm

Survival of the Fittest: A Wolf's Tail
7 Trial, Ymiden, 716 Arc

This was Tai’klein’s territory, and he wouldn’t let a few ugly pups ruin his hunt and poach his land. Retreating a bit back into his den the red haired Sev’ryn almost enticed the beasts to enter his home. A few grunts from the split tongued beasts sounded as they all conformed together. He couldn’t see them at this point, but he still sat on top of his dead prey bow at the ready aimed towards the entrance of the den.

He didn’t like resorting to such tactics. It wasn’t like the laws of the wolf and the hunt. However, he was vastly outnumbered, but by how much was still unclear. As he looked around the den he remembered that he had a push cart he hadn’t used often. After struggling a bit and keeping a keen eye on the entrance, Tai’klein worked very hard to lift and maneuver the 300lb game onto the cart. It took some time and stopping every now and then to observe the entrance in a paranoid state caused him to work that much harder. Not being able to lift the body full-right he used the leverage of the edge of the cart to help maneuver the dead animal upon it.

After some time the best half on the cart, and half hanging off, was pushed to the entrance of the den. Next, the Sev’ryn did the unexpected as he kicked the cart out of his den and waited for his prey to come upon the meat. Though, he had no intentions of letting those rabid pup ruin his well-earned meat. The pups fell for the trick, and a few of them approached the game cautiously, letting out clicks and snarls from their mandibles. One managed to attempt to jump upon the cart, and in the process Tai’klein let an arrow loose, the arrow hit straight on into the neck of the pup, but bounced off.

“They have dense bone and skin. The neck is not a good area. You must kill it from the stomach or chest!” snarled his wolf counterpart. Tai’klein got the feeling that the wolf may have encountered such a beast in his past life, but couldn’t be too sure. He shrugged it off and figured it to be instinct.

Killer instinct. As he observed the pups trying to make their way to his game he noticed a few of them fighting each other. As if they were trying to assert dominance over who would get the first taste. This only worked in Tai’kleins favor. He let another arrow loose at the two of them. One jumped out of the way as the other one was hit in the chest and continued to run towards Tai’klein before scampering to the ground and dying just before his feet. It was a scary close encounter. The other seemed to run off in the distance, and 3 others were trying to concentrate on getting to the game on the cart.

Retreating into the den to grab another torch, Tai’klein let out a furious yell and ran towards his prized kill.
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Survival of the Fittest: A Wolf's Tail

Postby Tai'klein » Mon Jun 13, 2016 9:02 pm

Survival of the Fittest: A Wolf's Tail
7 Trial, Ymiden, 716 Arc

Protecting his cart and swinging the fire from the torch back and forth, the pups seemed to run away from the game. However, they remained in the vicinity waiting for any opportunity to strike. They worked their way around in a variety of positions causing Tai’klein to turn from one area flying his torch around to another. Sweat dripping from his fine red hairline, the Sev’ryn noticed one about to make a charge. Holding his torch out bracing for the impact, the pup darted backwards as another came up and attempted to steal the prey by a leg, slowly causing the cart to move.

Taking his bow out to strike the pup, Tai’klein let another arrow loose. At this distance the arrow flew hard and fast into the scales of the pup. It let out a cry and crashed to the ground. Approaching the beast, Tai’klein was fooled. The beast played dead and nipped at his ankles as another came in to strike. The only two pups left in the area Tai’klein franticly waved his torch to the one that charged at him, mostly ignoring the one which was crawling on the ground to bite at him. With great ferocity, Tai’klein let out another yell, which almost sounded like a deep vocal growl.

Walking towards his attacker with torch in hand, the Sev’ryn mocked the pup by kicking at the dirt. This only angered the beast pup, but before it could charge forth, Tai’klein let another arrow loose towards it. The arrow struck the ground and missed, and in response the pup ran off somewhere to the woods. Walking up to his recently fired arrow, Tai’klein retrieved it and slowly walked towards the pup that played dead earlier and with a great thrust of his arm pushed the arrow into the ear of the best and out the other side.

Taking a deep breath, Tai’klein collapsed against his cart, smiling. Today he had killed one decently sized Arnabari and two of the pup dogs that were known as Spulmokawarta. Letting out a howl, Rei’sch reveled in the hunt and quickly approached Tai’kleins side, liking at his ankle. He hadn’t even noticed it, but a gash was bleeding subtly from his ankle. Turning the dirt the Sev’ryn gathered clumps of mud and rubbed it against his wound, then headed over to the dead bodies of the pups and also put them on the cart.

“How about we take these to the city, Rei’sch?” Asked the red haired Sev’ryn as he grabbed hold of a harness upon the push cart and started to roll it through the woods very slowly.
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Survival of the Fittest: A Wolf's Tail

Postby Tai'klein » Mon Jun 13, 2016 10:53 pm

Survival of the Fittest: A Wolf's Tail
7 Trial, Ymiden, 716 Arc

Sweat, blood, and charm. It was a peculiar sight for most to see a red haired Sev’ryn hauling a cart through the woods. Even more so as he relinquished his fur pelt leaving him bare chested. Despite his furry companion, his own chest was bare and showed the muscles of living out in the wilds. It was hard work hauling so much weight through the bramble and brush, but eventually Tai’klein got to the Itoju.

A familiar face greeted him with keen eyes and observant behavior. A figure built solidly guarding the miraculous city known as Desnind. His black hair was garnished with a few feathers bearing tribute to his own Dabi Uuya Mo’ana, and his stern eyes only widened in the hardship exhibited by the red haired Sev’ryn. During his haul Kah’kilan approached the cart to inspect it, and as a man with little words he nodded towards him and allowed passage.

A few of Kah’kilan’s children giggled at the bare chested man and poked fun at his red hair. It brought back memories that he had long since forgotten, and with his yellow eyes he stared at them for a minor glimpse, almost showing the ferocity of the wolf within him. The ferocity was only anguished by a fake smile which he shared as he hauled the load of carcasses through the tunnel. Reaching the other side, Tai’klein sought out the aid of the city-dwellers. A few helpful hands quickly took the carcasses away and began the work of turning beast to meat and leathers. Even the bones were kept and utilized.

As he waited Tai’klein sprawled out against a tree and awaited his haul and portion to be returned to him. Rei’sch simply laid beside him and gently licked the wound upon his hind leg and ankle. “Forgive me, Rei’sch. I was careless.” Was his only words before the white wolf got up and gently kissed Tai’klein and rubbed his head against his torso. The two shared a bond together that was quickly growing into something more than just a respected companionship. Somehow, Tai’klein despite everything; including the awkwardness of being in the city was comfortable. He took peace in the comradery and open will to those around him helping him prepare and share his hunt.
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Survival of the Fittest: A Wolf's Tail

Postby Niv » Mon Aug 15, 2016 10:30 pm

ImageTai’klein
Story: 5/5 I enjoyed your hunting thread, Good job :)

Collaboration: No Marks for solo.

Structure: 5/5 I didn't notice any mistakes and your writing was easy to understand. The the scrolling down templates are evil and I dislike them :P

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Field Craft: Make sure your den is well hidden
Field Craft:Making trees to avoid losing your way.
Stealth: Bramble is good for concealment if used effectively
Stealth: staying very still and hoping for the best.
Meditation: Focusing on scent to connect with a familiar.
Hunting: seeing the beauty of the hunt through the eyes of a wolf.
Hunting: Arnabari, are quick and are very alert targets
Hunting: Go for the legs.
Strength: lifting and maneuvering 300 pound object
Strength: dragging the caracas of an Arabari.
Strength: Hauling a Cart through the woods.
Tactics: Going after the weakest link.
Tactics: Playing dead.
Tactics: Keeping animals at bay with a torch.
Ranged combat: Warning shot.
Intimidation: letting out a deep vocal growl
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