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Post by Anik on Apr 12, 2019 14:14:08 GMT -10
“I was bred in Turkey,” he responds, tongue dragging lazily along his muzzle in a final attempt to make sure all of the blood from his meal is off. “My mistress was Filipina, she took me home when I was two. Her mate was a Native, I believe. Grew up around here somewhere in an old cabin. Good hunting access, and far from our neighbors. Easier for my master to stick to his roots.” His head turns, tilting down to look at the damsel. “And yourself?”
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Post by Sweet Keeva on Apr 12, 2019 16:01:41 GMT -10
Looking up at him for a moment her gaze returns to look ahead of them. Allowing her mind to think back on how she first came here. "Well I was born in South Africa in a small tribe, or village if you will. Our breed is known to great hunters, and even keeping lions on hold while our masters would try to defeat them. Before I was even a month old some male purchased me, soon taking me to America. There I went through vigorous training and made into a show dog. I competed in every event you could think of. Though when not on stage or the field I was kept chained up in the backyard. When the outbreak here started I found it my chase to escape. And now here I am." |
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Post by Anik on Apr 12, 2019 18:01:43 GMT -10
“He went against your purpose.” His nose wrinkles at the statement, head giving a small shake. “My master kept me outside, and only saw me to keep me alive or take me hunting. My mistress would come play, before she had a pup.” His ears prick, listening for any sign of prey, nostrils flaring as he searches for a scent. Finally, an unfamiliar scent catches his attention. “I don’t want to overstep and tell you what to do on your land, but I think we should check that out.”
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Post by Sweet Keeva on Apr 12, 2019 19:04:48 GMT -10
Scoffing lightly Ronja stopped in her tracks and sniffed the air as well before nodding. "Hmp, this isn't my land really. You make it sound as if I'm the alpha. Though you are correct. Hopefully it's something we're able to bring back." With that said she turned on her heel and padded in the direction of where the scent was coming from. |
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Post by Anik on Apr 13, 2019 10:32:54 GMT -10
"Well, surely someone is?" His head tilts, brow seeming to furrow in question. He raises his head to sniff once more at the air, before moving at a brisk pace toward the scent. "Doesn't smell like any prey I'm familiar with," he murmurs, redirecting his focus to everything ahead of them. "I usually hunt birds and rodents. Maybe it's something more filling?"
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Post by Sweet Keeva on Apr 13, 2019 11:06:48 GMT -10
"Deer." She said clearly. Keeping her gaze straight as they followed the scent. "For your size it would seem like you would've hunted larger prey. You are clearly strong enough." Taking a glance over towards him she soon scoffed, going back to his previous question. "And we don't really have a leader I suppose. I only acted the roll so that no one would get hurt. Someone had to do it anyways." |
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Post by Anik on Apr 13, 2019 11:27:13 GMT -10
"Big guy back at your barn doesn't look like he's hunted; size doesn't necessarily mean experience." He's careful to move quietly as they near the scent, his voice dropping so that only Ronja can hear it, rather than their prey. "My master had no use for deer; the birds and rodents were enough to make him money to feed his mate and pup." He seems intrigued at the information of there being no leader, though more confused. A pack could function without one? Without someone calling the shots?
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Post by Vixen on Apr 13, 2019 13:04:12 GMT -10
Raven came back to the group and placed down the two rabbits and a bird for some of the others to eat. She decided to rest a bit. Raven laid down and looked around. She hated doing nothing since she was always doing something in her old pack. She groaned as she put her head on her paws.
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Post by Umi on Apr 14, 2019 7:24:11 GMT -10
Odette gave a smile to Raven as well as a “Thanks.” Before the speckled dame went for one of the hares to devour. Returning to her spot in the entrance way of the barn, the Aussie leaned against the old frame going to work removing the fur from the hare. Once she finished, Odette began cleaning her thick fluffy pelt rather tediously.
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Post by Sweet Keeva on Apr 14, 2019 7:27:58 GMT -10
"Hmp, seems like you had a rather decent life. It sounds pretty nice versus what I had, it's beyond exhausting competing in shows and whatnot." Speaking softly as her slim form lowered itself towards the ground she could soon see their target up ahead. Inching forward slowly while never trailing her gaze away. "Get ready." She said plainly. They had the advantage since the deer ahead had it's back to them. Plus the breeze was blowing against them. "Just a bit closer.." She mumbled, licking her chops as she stepped carefully over twigs and such. |
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Post by Anik on Apr 15, 2019 13:43:29 GMT -10
“I was practically a stray,” he chuckles, giving a small shake of his head. He silences after making his statement, lowering into a crouch so that his brindle figure is less prominent among the bushes. He stays a bit behind the other, gaze sweeping slowly over their prey to figure out where to strike and when.
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Post by Sweet Keeva on Apr 16, 2019 9:09:19 GMT -10
"Get as close as you can within the shrubs. As soon as I secure a good grip on one of it's back leg you go for the neck to finish the job. This should fairly quickly for us." Speaking in a hushed voice Ronja kept a serious expression. Whenever it can to hunt it was no playing matter for her, her careful planning is what helped her have successful hunts for so long. As soon as she saw that the sire was ready she quickly moved within the shrubs towards their victim. Parting her muzzle open and sinking her teeth into the deer's hind leg, avoiding the other one from kicking her.
A stern growl slipping out she used her weight and muscles to keep the deer from running off and awaiting for Niyazi to do his part. |
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Post by Anik on Apr 16, 2019 18:22:58 GMT -10
After watching Ronja dart forward and latch onto their prey’s hindleg, Niyazi advances. He lunges toward the neck of the frightened deer, a sharp snarl erupting from the bachelor as his jaws clamp tightly around the jugular, claws sinking into the withers.
His crown gives a vicious shake to and fro, claws scraping at the front of the deer to try and get a grip. His grip tightens, the breathing of their prey becoming labored, much more effort behind each inhale and following exhale.
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Post by Sweet Keeva on Apr 16, 2019 18:50:29 GMT -10
Seeing as the large sire was going his share of the work, Ronja soon began to try and force the deer down. Pulling at it's leg to cause it to fall over on its side. Once she was successful at that she continued to tug at it, keeping it to getting back up. She simply waited until the prey was practically motionless, panting a bit heavily through her grip and slowly relaxing her muscles once there were signs in the hunt just about being over. Watching Niyazi, she merely scoffed a bit. Being just a bit impressed at how he was handling his half. Especially since he was so used to only hunting small game. |
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Post by Anik on Apr 17, 2019 16:03:58 GMT -10
Niyazi stills when the prey is brought down, standing his ground and continuing to crush the animal’s jugular as he releases a continuous, guttural snarl. Once the struggling ceases, he waits a moment or two before letting go, first wanting to make sure it was really dead before he let his guard down.
He steps back, tongue dragging along his muzzle to clean it of any blood that might have spilt, before lowering his haunches to the ground. “Should we drag it back?”
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Post by Sweet Keeva on Apr 17, 2019 16:51:02 GMT -10
Licking her muzzle for a moment her blue colored eyes look over their kill before she glanced in the direction of where the barn was. "We could drag it a bit closer to where the others are. But it would be best if it wasn't directly at the barn. It would only lead scavengers towards her and perhaps threats. Our best bet would be to keep it hidden somewhere close by."
Giving her body a quick shake she soon once again takes hold of one of it's backs legs, ready to move the body. "I'm ready whenever you are big guy." She spoke softly through her hold, flexing her muscles a bit as she got in a proper stance. |
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Post by Anik on Apr 17, 2019 17:00:30 GMT -10
He stands once more, rump wriggling somewhat with his wagging tail as he approaches and grips the other half of the deer. “Maybe one of the fields? Or one of the barn stalls; could store the prey in there and keep it guarded so it isn’t left to rot.”
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Post by Sweet Keeva on Apr 17, 2019 18:00:20 GMT -10
"Hmm, then it would have to a far stall. Wouldn't want to be resting right next to a eaten kill now would ya?" Chuckling softly through her grip she gave a slight nod towards him before tugging together to bring the kill back. In all honesty, they were a pretty good team. With her knowledge on just how to take down all kinds of prey and his strength it would be silly not to have this male join them. Perhaps after sharing their hard worked meal with the others she could convince him to stay with the group. And it would be nice to have a new face within their small pack. |
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Post by Seth on May 5, 2019 10:40:57 GMT -10
A few miles later and the fae approached upon a small pond surrounded by blossoming trees. The colours of nature blending in with one another, yet with each colour still standing out as much as the next. Harper was thankful that she had learnt something, and that it didn't all go to waste. Keeping quiet, and he movements slow and light, she slowly crept forwards. She lowered her fine frame towards the ground into a laying position.
As a born & trained hunter her senses were honed in. She kept still as if frozen to stone by Medusa. Listening and watching. As a few minutes passed she noticed small rabbits coming out of tree stumps. Birds flying to and from trees down to the pond. Mosquitos zipping around the surface of the opaque water. It was nice.
As if on cue her stomach rippled in hunger. She carried on watching, observing as the wildlife came closer and closer towards her, step by step. Then & only then would she strike.
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Post by Anik on May 16, 2019 15:24:28 GMT -10
Niyazi nods, adjusting his grip on the kill and trotting toward the barn the damsel calls home. "Bury it in hay, too," he suggests, muffled by the hide between his jaws. His head is dropped to ensure he's at the same height as the damsel, to avoid keeping the weight awkwardly distributed between the two of them.
(sorry it's short , don't have much time to get to this stuff until Wed.)
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