Post by TYE LILY ?! on Sept 12, 2010 14:11:51 GMT -5
[/size]{K A D Y N}Awesome lyrics/poem describing your rabbit
We are what we are...
Nickname: Kay
Age: Four Years
Gender: Male
Powers: n/a
Warren: Thyalan Warren, or at least that's the plan
Rank: n/a
It's never as important...
[appearance; one paragraph]
...As the inside.
[personality; two paragraphs]
The past isn't forgotten...
[history; two paragraphs]
Who goes there?
You are?: Tye Lily
And what of your techniques?
Good god, the territory was large. Avril had spent her life in one pack primarily, and it wasn't nearly as big as the Glacier Pack. It also wasn't quite as cold. The forest, the river, and the ruins had been all fairly packed together and quite a bit more southerly than where she was now. Though the cold didn't bother her, it took some time to get used to. The size also meant she had much further to go to mark territories. She grumbled a bit, deciding at that moment that it was a good idea for the pack to grow, and to grow faster. Any wolves she got, she quickly decided, would be scouts. She had neither the patience nor the time to walk the territory every few days in order to keep the scent markings strong.
That night was no exception. Having left the 'pack' (three members could hardly be called much of a pack in Avril's mind) to its own devices, she had left the valley to peruse around the terrain. It was generally a biweekly chore, not only making sure the markings were strong, but also checking the lands and ensuring no loners had slipped their way in unnoticed. She had spent much of the night around the river, hunting for quite some time. It hadn't been too difficult to finally catch something - a few small rabbits and a very fat woodchuck. After dragging the kills back to the dens, she proceeded to continue back to the river, marking the territory around there.
It wasn't very long after she had marked the southern section of the river that sound echoed through the packlands. Avril blinked, glancing over towards the source. It came from the mountains, famous for their goats. Usually they were silent. Even in the dark though, she could see a slight cloud of dust from the side. She would have missed it, if her nose hadn't immediately smelled the scents of another wolf. She rolled her eyes slightly, shaking her head and turned her whole body towards the mountains.
The mini avalanche didn't seem to be one made from snow, considering it was mostly dirt dust that had come from it. But either way, it was still fairly precarious to be out on the mountains, especially in the dark, and take a tumble on the side. She was already wondering if the wolf who had ventured into the terrain was hurt, sick, or worse, dead. She didn't have the time nor the energy to deal with a dead carcass, and already decided in her mind, should that be the situation, she would leave it there for removal in the morning. Sick or injured would be a different story, Jökel could help in the morning time as well. Transporting the wolf would be difficult though, especially if he or she wasn't willing to be helped. Either way, Avril knew it was going to be a long night.
She jogged through the terrain, coursing swiftly and quite silently over the land. She knew the packlands fairly well now and knew exactly where she was going. Her tail was held straight out behind her as she ran, her large paws hitting the ground and pushing her off as she went. She wasn't absolutely silent, and as she went grazing deer split, running from her. She scoffed at them, focusing both her saffron eyes on the mountains that loomed ahead of her. The mountains were such an ominous place; beautiful, like the glacier, but terrifying. They were high, and cold, and rocky. Not necessarily the place Avril would choose to go hunting, and yet she wanted to become comfortable with them. The goats, though fast and nimble, made her want to step up to the challenge. She had heard they were a task to catch, and that only made her want to hunt them more. Something which lended to the necessity of becoming comfortable with the mountains.
She arrived at the base of the mountain where the scent was its strongest, sniffing the air heavily before making her ascent. The ground was rocky, and even her well adjusted eyes found the going hard. She had slowed her pace to a slow trot as she made her way. Her nose was held high in the air, both ears perked to hear anything around her. Finally though, she came across the site of the fall, her eyes immediately locking on the form of a dark wolf who had curled up. He appeared asleep, and yet, somehow, Avril knew that he wasn't. Something about his breathing alerted her to his conscious level, and yet, she couldn't point it out.
Having fallen from what seemed to be quite a height, she was impressed the wolf was still alive. Padding towards him, she glanced down for a moment. She held herself with confidence, her head high and tail up. Clearing her throat lightly, both for that purpose, and to alert him first of her presence before he spoke. She gathered her thoughts, finally opening her mouth, "Wolf, you seem to have taken quite a tumble." She stood there rather stoicly a few feet from him - if he was injured, she didn't want him to try and attack him. Plus, taking the mountain roads made her wonder if the wolf was indeed sane.
"You seem to have stumbled upon my land. I do hope you're not injured," she said, her voice and speech very formal. She usually didn't speak so... formally, and yet, interactions with loners called for such formalities. Sighing inaudibly, she continued, "I am the alpha female of these lands. If you are injured I can permit you to come into the packlands, and I can have our members tend to your wounds. I can do little more unless you have come here seeking a new home with my wolves." She wouldn't turn him away if he was injured, but she was gambling with the safety of her pack if he didn't join.
That night was no exception. Having left the 'pack' (three members could hardly be called much of a pack in Avril's mind) to its own devices, she had left the valley to peruse around the terrain. It was generally a biweekly chore, not only making sure the markings were strong, but also checking the lands and ensuring no loners had slipped their way in unnoticed. She had spent much of the night around the river, hunting for quite some time. It hadn't been too difficult to finally catch something - a few small rabbits and a very fat woodchuck. After dragging the kills back to the dens, she proceeded to continue back to the river, marking the territory around there.
It wasn't very long after she had marked the southern section of the river that sound echoed through the packlands. Avril blinked, glancing over towards the source. It came from the mountains, famous for their goats. Usually they were silent. Even in the dark though, she could see a slight cloud of dust from the side. She would have missed it, if her nose hadn't immediately smelled the scents of another wolf. She rolled her eyes slightly, shaking her head and turned her whole body towards the mountains.
The mini avalanche didn't seem to be one made from snow, considering it was mostly dirt dust that had come from it. But either way, it was still fairly precarious to be out on the mountains, especially in the dark, and take a tumble on the side. She was already wondering if the wolf who had ventured into the terrain was hurt, sick, or worse, dead. She didn't have the time nor the energy to deal with a dead carcass, and already decided in her mind, should that be the situation, she would leave it there for removal in the morning. Sick or injured would be a different story, Jökel could help in the morning time as well. Transporting the wolf would be difficult though, especially if he or she wasn't willing to be helped. Either way, Avril knew it was going to be a long night.
She jogged through the terrain, coursing swiftly and quite silently over the land. She knew the packlands fairly well now and knew exactly where she was going. Her tail was held straight out behind her as she ran, her large paws hitting the ground and pushing her off as she went. She wasn't absolutely silent, and as she went grazing deer split, running from her. She scoffed at them, focusing both her saffron eyes on the mountains that loomed ahead of her. The mountains were such an ominous place; beautiful, like the glacier, but terrifying. They were high, and cold, and rocky. Not necessarily the place Avril would choose to go hunting, and yet she wanted to become comfortable with them. The goats, though fast and nimble, made her want to step up to the challenge. She had heard they were a task to catch, and that only made her want to hunt them more. Something which lended to the necessity of becoming comfortable with the mountains.
She arrived at the base of the mountain where the scent was its strongest, sniffing the air heavily before making her ascent. The ground was rocky, and even her well adjusted eyes found the going hard. She had slowed her pace to a slow trot as she made her way. Her nose was held high in the air, both ears perked to hear anything around her. Finally though, she came across the site of the fall, her eyes immediately locking on the form of a dark wolf who had curled up. He appeared asleep, and yet, somehow, Avril knew that he wasn't. Something about his breathing alerted her to his conscious level, and yet, she couldn't point it out.
Having fallen from what seemed to be quite a height, she was impressed the wolf was still alive. Padding towards him, she glanced down for a moment. She held herself with confidence, her head high and tail up. Clearing her throat lightly, both for that purpose, and to alert him first of her presence before he spoke. She gathered her thoughts, finally opening her mouth, "Wolf, you seem to have taken quite a tumble." She stood there rather stoicly a few feet from him - if he was injured, she didn't want him to try and attack him. Plus, taking the mountain roads made her wonder if the wolf was indeed sane.
"You seem to have stumbled upon my land. I do hope you're not injured," she said, her voice and speech very formal. She usually didn't speak so... formally, and yet, interactions with loners called for such formalities. Sighing inaudibly, she continued, "I am the alpha female of these lands. If you are injured I can permit you to come into the packlands, and I can have our members tend to your wounds. I can do little more unless you have come here seeking a new home with my wolves." She wouldn't turn him away if he was injured, but she was gambling with the safety of her pack if he didn't join.