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Post by Kitchi on Jan 22, 2017 23:41:15 GMT -7
Kitchi had a bad feeling. Wait. Doesn't he always have a bad feeling of at least something? He knew that new wolves were going to be drawn to this place just because of the location, but that didn't mean it was going to be the best place for them either. The Eurasian wolf knew that there were chances that these wolves wouldn't stay for very long, and even possibly disappear without a trace as well. The brute knows this, and yet he can't trust the two newer members that had just made their presence known to the group. He knows that maybe he is over reacting, but with the enemy pack having not made any moves against them recently it could only mean something bad was going to happen. Were they building up more of their ranks? Were they coming up with a strategy to defeat them? Kitchi didn't know as he wasn't about to go and ask them, as that would simply be suicide. He knows that they are dangerous, having been in a fight with them previously, well more like a long time ago, but it also doesn't help that he hadn't had the chance to spar with anyone as of late. Making him believe that he is starting to get a little rusty in his age, being one of the older wolves that lived here in the first place. He had to figure something out to make sure that he remained somewhat calm. Or he would get paranoid to the point that he would start hearing things that actually weren't there. He has never hallucinated before, but he knows that there is an entire possibility that it could happen. The few things that seem to distract him seemed to be hunting, which he is fine with. The multi-hued male knows that thanks to his larger body, he can only make it so far. Which is why being an loner had been difficult for him on the factor that he could only run so many distances before having to stop and regain his stamina back. Which meant hunting deer was pretty much out of the question during that time.
Kitchi lets a low huff escape his large jaws as he walks through the forest, his mind drifting slightly. He knew that the main area of the pack wasn't too far away, but he was traveling toward the river that cut through the territory. Prey could be found near water sources after all, and water during the winter being extremely important since an animal can't just live off of snow as it would lower their body temperature far too much. His russet paws crunched through the snow, and even if the snow is deep, the large paws acts almost as snowshoes. Compared to the polar species that live in the pack, his darker coat doesn't help him hide against the bright white substance that currently covers the ground. Flicking one of his large ears, he stops himself walking around, and looks around. The only scent that he finds here is the scent of his packmates, which is good and he plans to keep it that way. Being the only male here puts a lot of pressure on his shoulders since he's the largest out of all of them. This doesn't mean he considers females to be far weaker than males, its more on the amount of brawn that could be thrown around, incorporated with a little bit of brain here and there. Kitchi blinks his golden optics before letting a grunt escape his maw. He knows that hunting hares wouldn't get his mind off of much. He has to try something else. His thick tail lashes behind him with a little bit of frustration, before forcing himself to calm down. "Hey! Anyone want to hunt?" Kitchi asks to no one in particular, his voice cutting through the air as he speaks. He makes sure that its loud enough for most creatures to hear. At least they aren't that close to the border at the moment. 676 words || If you have what it takes, prove it || Nakoma |
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Post by Nakoma on Jan 23, 2017 0:04:58 GMT -7
Blood against snow, her fur red against the purity of her cold partner. The snow crunched softly under her pawsteps, but even this small sound made her cringe. She enjoyed having control over the noise around her, and snow refused for her to have that privileged. Nakoma was getting worried over the increasing scarcity of prey in their territory, and she fretted over the possibility of having to hunt of enemy territory's land to feed her pack. She wanted to avoid as much confrontation as possible and enjoyed how quiet the other hostile group of wolves have been so far during this season. The Ethiopian wolf simply assumed that they were focusing more on their internal affairs with winter quickly approaching as her own pack was. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling of an impending battle. Instead, she shifted her thoughts to the task at hand. A more important task, she might add. Her senses spread across the clearing. Eyes wide and ears perked for even the smallest of sounds. Soon she zeroed in onto the small scuffling of an arctic hare. 'I haven't seen one of these in a couple of days so this must be a good sign.' She thought before her body automatically assumed a hunter's crouch. She kept to the bark of trees because her fiery coat did not help her during the winter months. Even the bark of the trees did little to hide the fact, but she wasn't the top huntress in the pack for a simple matter of seasons to get in her way. Nakoma crept painfully slow towards the rabbit, and when she was just about to launch into a chase, he ears pricked at the sound of a loud voice calling from the river.
"Hey! Anyone want to hunt?"
The hare hearing his voice and sensing the danger it was in bolted into a run. Nakoma have chase. She wasn't about to let something that could feed her pack get away that easily. For once her small size came in handy because she didn't sink far into the snow. The rabbit made a mad dash towards Kitchi's direction, and Nakoma was hot on its heels. As the hare was passing the large wolf, Nakoma made a leap for its hind legs and snagged its hind foot with her powerful jaws. Immediately, she clamped down and ended the hare's short-lived life with a single snap of her jaws. She looked up at the larger wolf, suddenly very aware of how small she was in comparison. Her ears perked in the semblance of a greeting. She placed the white rabbit at her paws, "I guess I could go for another round." She spoke softly, then let the silence between responses fill the voice. Instantly, the red wolf began to feel insecure about how she is unable to keep a conversation, and the wolf bowed her head with a small, almost unnoticeable whimper. Made by Riley at THQ! Last Edit: 11 minutes ago by nakoma REPLY Read more: forbiddenforestv2.proboards.com/thread/32/nakoma-catch-me#ixzz4WZ55AqDQ |
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Post by Kitchi on Jan 23, 2017 19:08:07 GMT -7
Like Nakoma, the large canine doesn't have the luxury of blending into the surroundings of the place that they currently live in. Yes its difficult, but if it had been impossible, the other would have died a long time ago. His best hiding came when it was fall, where all the grasses turn a tan color, which helps with a lot of his limbs that contained the russet color. The Eurasian also knows that every would should reckon that winter is one of the hardest months that anyone could think of. Now he was thinking of their neighbors, and wondered how they were doing in the winter. Obviously they were doing fine if they found no reason to raid them at the moment, and he was going to use that time to try and fill everyone's bellies. The only creatures that seemed to like to stay around this place seemed to be either the massive creatures that came few and far in between, then the other would have to be the rodents. They were adapted to this environment like the wolves that lived here, but could often be found laying in their dens. If the pack didn't get out early enough, there was a chance that the prey would already be back in their burrows before they could even catch sight of them. At least that's what Kitchi had figured out when he was a loner living near these lands before finally joining them. Their prey weren't the smartest, but they were also crafty enough to know the patterns that the predators had and know what to look for occasionally. What the pack had though would have to be in numbers. Kitchi knows that he doesn't know everyone in the pack and he is perfectly fine with that. He knows that it will take time for him to get used to those that live here, and have them gain his trust by doing hard work instead of being a liability that they didn't need.
While the russet male was standing there, Kitchi was able to listen for something that was coming toward him. Instinct told him to turn around and rush at the creature that was potentially coming to harm his packmates. Yet, he did no such thing except turn his head and look in that direction, his golden optics narrowing the slightest amount. From there though, he noticed that there was a wolf coming toward him. One he vaguely recognized as being one of the newcomers. Nakoma. If he remembered correctly. He watched her with a calm mind as he began to chase down a snow hare, having just caught one of those not too long ago near the river which had been where he was heading. Maybe this was the other rabbits mate? Sad that the other met the same fate of the rabbit he had killed previously. He flicked the black tip of his tail when he realized that she wasn't able to catch up to the rabbit fast enough. Kitchi knows when not to interfere, though, knowing that every wolf has their own amount of pride. Which is often what he did when it came to one on one fights. However, when it came to matches that were close to the death, it would be there that he would interfere for the sake of his packmate. He didn't move as the smaller female leaped over his body and landed on the ground next to him. Hearing the sound of slicing flesh and muscle, he calmly turns his head to look at the Ethiopian wolf. They were known for their speed, and actually quite good at taking on rodents. The one thing that he knows though is that the female is lower ranking than he is, and that she is a hunter. He is fine with that, as he isn't the greatest hunter when it comes to faster prey. The Demask watched as she stopped what she was doing and turned toward him. Her voice was light. Almost like a feather that was drifting in the wind if someone could describe her voice in such a manner. He twitched one of his ears, his tail already starting to raise itself in an expression of his authority over the other. Kitchi didn't seem to say anything for a little bit after she spoke, before he finally parted his maw, vocal cords move. "You may want to bury that before we head out. I trust you to help me track down something Nakoma." Kitchi states as he watches the other whimper a little bit. The male made no movements to try and comfort her despite his dominant attitude, and would let her do whatever she wanted as long as she didn't think she could be able to be more dominant than he could be. He turned his attention away from her, and began scenting the air. The one thing he did trust her with though, was her hunting skill, from everything that he's seen so far. 837 words || If you have what it takes, prove it || Nakoma |
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Post by Nakoma on Jan 23, 2017 19:55:11 GMT -7
A chilling breeze passed between the two wolves. One small and the other large with an elaborate act of dominance. Nakoma did not react to this performance, in fact you could say her lack of reaction was the greatest communication. She was so used to encountering males during her loner years, that she found the best way to avoid them was to not show dominance, not even submission, but complete neutrality. She stood directly in front of Kitchi, his shadow throwing her smaller frame in shade. Blood stained her jaw and paws, and the scent drifted towards her nostrils. Nakoma became hyper aware of the percentage of food she had actually eaten of what she has caught for the pack. She began to wonder if the pack would last it throughout the winter because as they go deeper into the dreaded season, the prey becomes even more scarce. This spells for disaster of a master hunter. With no prey to hunt, she is useless, and what is worse than being useless? It was the one thing she was more afraid of than being forgotten. She would become another mouth to feed, not the mouth that is feeding. The Ethiopian wolf stared at the mangled form of the hare at her paws. She knew that she was overthinking the situation, but the issues she faced were very real to her. Suddenly, she found herself in a pack. She acquired the overwhelming urge to defend and provide for her pack, but when she failed to be able to do so, was she even better than when she was a loner?
Nakoma looked up at Kitchi. ‘How could he be so confident of not becoming useless within the pack? Where did he get this perseverance from?’ Perhaps it was because she was a hunter and he was a warrior. He would never become useless as long as there are members to protect and enemies to lookout for, but her? During the winter, the prey die off as well as her specialty in the pack. A hunter cannot be a hunter with nothing to hunt. Nakoma had to shake her red furred coat violently to rid herself of these disheartening thoughts. She looked back at Kitchi, and his confidence in the pack warmed her heart. Suddenly her reservations of hunting disappeared along with the rabbit she buried with his suggestion. With his command, the smaller wolf nodded curtly and stuck her nose to the snow. She felt a wave of relief to finally do something she knew she was able to do and do well. She flared her nostrils and drank in the scarce scents around her. With a twitch of her short tail, the wolf took command and lead with her nose. Her eyes took in the surrounding area, paying attention to both movement and tracks. That was probably the only thing good about the snow is that the tracks were well defined and easy to locate. She guided herself around the trunks of trees before she came to a slow walk. Nakoma dug her nose deep within the snow, the lifted it into the air. Her sharp eyes caught miniscule markings raked across the trunk of the trees along with patches of pale brown fur. Her chest began to rise and fall rapidly, but she forced herself to remain calm. She double checked to see if her nose was true, which it was rarely wrong, and traveled forward a bit before she encountered easily identifiable pawprints. Nakoma’s eyes were wide with alarm. Her ability to recognize and locate prey were incomparable to her pack, so she was absolutely sure when she picked up the musky scent of a mountain lion within the territory and the tracks of the same cat heading deeper into their territory. The scent was fresh, not even an hour old, but what the mountain lion did within the hour worried her far more than its presence. “Kitchi, I think we have an issue.” She swallowed hard, and her tail began to slowly tuck between her tail without her consent. She did not want to fight. She did not want to fight. She did NOT want to fight. The female wolf tried to calm herself without Kitchi noticing. She tried to steady her breathing, but it remained ragged. It was not as if she was afraid to fight, it was that she did not want to. Throughout her loner years she had fought with many other wolves, and when she joined the pack she thought her fighting years were done. She was foolish to believe she could live in peace and forget the many scars that her thick fur hid. |
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Post by Kitchi on Jan 24, 2017 22:40:46 GMT -7
Kitchi knew what it was like to be a loner. What it was like to have nothing to hold onto. It had been a struggle of course, but he never liked the thought of being looked down at and being considered weak. Maybe that was why he constantly trained himself to do something when he had the chance instead of just standing there. He too initiative while younger wolves didn't and would simply sit back and hope that their problems would be gone in an instant. Like most wolves, he came from a pack initially. A pack that was actually quite feral in the regard to rarely speaking and more likely using their body language. It was more of a regular pack, that they had their own morals and defended their territory. He didn't have a horrible backstory that consisted of his pack being slaughtered or anything of the sort. When male wolves became of age, they were usually driven out of the pack because they were a threat to the current Alpha's bloodline during that time. Understandable and so Kitchi didn't really stay feeling betrayed for all that long when he was forced to be out on his own. There were times where he debated on trying to join another pack, if they would ever take him in. He also knew thanks to his dominant nature it would be very hard to get into a larger pack that probably had enough male wolves as it is. So, Kitchi lived most of his life alone, rarely speaking to other creatures when he came across them. He tried his best to avoid conflict, but there was only so much that could be done. A hunter was different from a warrior. Although both could practically do the same job of each other. Wolves are known to be able to realize several different fields of survival, meaning that they can both hunt and fight just as well. When it came to the packs in this region, it was different. Wolves practiced what they were good at and went from there. It was nice to have to just focus on fighting since it was that that got his adrenaline pumping the entire time. When hunting became scarce, it meant that hunters would most likely end up becoming fighters as they tried to make their way toward a kill. After all, with the hierarchy in a pack, this means that only certain wolves eat at a specific time depending on their rank in the pack. So, if someone was struggling to survive and they were at the lower end of the pack, then they would probably starve to death. Would he let that happen? Probably not. Having a packmates death on his conscious wasn't something he wanted to keep.
There were larger packs that wouldn't care if an omega were to die in their ranks, as someone else would just be able to replace them. Until they started running out of food and all the wolves in the group started to get desperate. Then it was one wolf for itself when it came to food. Ignoring the ranks that had been given to them and just focusing on survival. That was the point where this pack was at. There were few creatures to eat and if they were they were soon taken by their neighbors. Kitchi had tried to constantly arrive at the borders soon enough to keep anything form happening, yet the creatures the belonged to their neighbors were practically part ghost at this point as they continued to disappear here and there. His golden optics had remained trained on Nakoma. He didn't trust her. Not really exactly. Especially if it came to a life and death situation, he wouldn't expect the younger female to try and save his life as she seemed fairly skittish. Who knows though, Kitchi didn't know exactly everything that she's been through. He notices that she doesn't show submission toward him, at least no submission toward him. He isn't trying to dominate her right now though so it doesn't bother the Demask all that much right now. Now if it had been a complete stranger that had came toward him then it would have been a completely different situation. It isn't uncommon for wolves to get violent in order to get a wolf to know where their place lies. He watches her movements to make sure that she isn't going to try anything toward him. Kitchi always seems to look tense no matter which situation he is in. Maybe he needs a vacation. A soldier and a hunter. It would make a good team if anything bad happened. He remembered Calla telling him that he would like everyone to stay in somewhat groups in case anyone got attacked. He wanted to make sure that no one was hurt either, as they currently had no healer and he knew nothing when it came to it. He watched Nakoma's mood seem to brighten when he told her that he had trust in her to find something for them, and she began to track the scents that were in the snow. He had to admit it was a lot easier hunting in the snow for most wolves, as the tracks were easier to see on the ground. The problem came when there was deep snow, and during that time he would probably sink a lot more compared to the Ethiopian wolf. He flicked the charcoal tip of his tail as he walked behind her, slightly mimicking her movements. Instead of concentrating on scent though, the male was more focused on looking at his surroundings, making sure that he wasn't missing any sign that could point to danger out there. Kitchi couldn't sense anything, and continued to follow the smaller female. He had the urge to get in front of her. To lead. Yet, he refused to do such a thing as she probably knew the territory better than him already and the patterns that the prey seemed to have. While they were trecking through the snow, their paws made a path exactly where they were heading. A little after though, he heard a noise coming from somewhere. At first it sounded like prey, as it sounded fairly big. Turning his head around, he stopped where he was walking and didn't realize that Nakoma hadn't stopped with him as he glared off into the distance. Maybe his paranoia was starting to get the best of him. After not seeing anything, a grunt escaped his large jaws as he heard a voice coming from the female again. Blinking a little bit in surprise, and at the fear in her voice, Kitchi immediately began to trot over toward her, creating burrows in the snow as he arrived at the tree. The Demask almost immediately seemed to recognize the markings. The worst part was though, there were no marks in the snow, and he had no idea where the thing was. "Nakoma. I want you to start running okay? I'll be right behind you." The Demask ordered, obviously serious. He wasn't sure if it was excitement that started to bubble up inside of him, or if it was just instincts turning on his adrenaline.
Kitchi's attention hadn't moved from the marks that were on the trunk of the tree, his black nose scrunched up at the putrid scent. A yowl soon ripped through the air however. His head immediately snapped toward where he heard the call from, and suddenly a large mass of tawny fur collided into him. The cougar had been perched up into the tree watching them. They had forgotten just to look up. Snarls and the sound of snapping jaws could be heard echoing through the landscape as both muscular creatures dropped down onto the ground on top of each other. The cougar had managed to get onto Kitchi's back, using his long fangs trying to sever his spinal cord. Which meant he had no choice but to roll down onto his back and use his weight to try and suffocate the creature underneath him. As soon as the cougar realized what he was doing, the other reared its head back and leaped off of him. The Eurasian wolf now covered in snow got back up onto his paw, revealing the large canine teeth that lined his mandibles. They weren't a certain color, more of an off-white thanks to age. One of his canines seemed to not be as sharp as the other one, another sign of his age compared to the younger wolves that surround the pack. A snarl escapes Kitchi's jaws as he isn't going to let the cougar get the best of him. He rushes forward, grabbing onto the paw of the cougar. He can at least break one thing right? He knows that the bones in the wrist of any animal are prone to being broken occasionally. He latched his large jaws onto the limb, and began to viciously shake his head back and forth, blood slowly dripping into his jaws. This however left the warrior open as a clawed paw slammed itself down onto its face. Kitchi couldn't help but let a small yelp emit from his jaws as the cougar was able to score his claws down just bove his eye, causing blood to drip into that socket. This means that he is forced to close his eyelid in order to keep the blood from getting into that area. The cougar doesn't stop there though, as it tackles Kitchi, the two end up rolling on the ground again. Kitchi is able to sink one of his fangs into the shoulder of the cougar, while using his back claws to claw at the wildcat's stomach. However, a cougar's claws is perfect for this situation, as the feline starts to rip through the thick fur of the Demask onto the sensitive area of his stomach. Thanks to the fact that his neck is now extended, the cougar thanks its chance and is able to sink its fangs into the side of the lupine's neck. Luckily, it wasn't that far deep into his flesh, and he is able to kick the cougar off of his body, having done plenty of muscle damage. The two spread apart, the wolf moving himself in between Nakoma and the cougar in case it decided to change targets and go for the weaker creature. The male's tail obviously pointed upward, the tip of his tail curling over his back in a dominant posture. Despite his blood starting to drip onto the ground, he stands his ground, and the cougar stares at him for a couple moments. The wildcat doesn't know what to do. Risk it's life still to protect its territory? Or simply run off? The cougar doesn't move, and may look like it will attack. 1812 words || If you have what it takes, prove it || Nakoma |
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