Call to the Hunt

[Allanon]

Allanon trotted out of a dense stand of sugar maples into a small clearing at the top of a small rise. The first rays of dawn were just now illuminating the heavens in vibrant hues of orange and pink. The snow glistened, the diamond like flakes reflecting the brilliant colors and making the waking world twice as bright. Everywhere life began to shake itself awake, from the groaning of the tree limbs to the tweeting of birds. One life would not see much more of this day.

The sable brute threw back his head and let loose a long howl summoning his pack to him. The notes were at once cruel and joyful, the ancient and primative call to the hunt. How many would answer it?

[Lioncourt]

Gevaudan waited behind Allanon lying on the cold snow, for surly others would come and he did not want to intimidate them with his size. The more docile he appeared now the more likely the others will accept him so for now Gevaudan will behave and wait.

[~Faded-Light~]

Her ears pricked up, silvery-grey tips causing her to stand out from the darkness of the glade that surrounded her. She nearly shivered as the howl broke through the peacefullness surrounding her, but she knew the call, such a beautiful chorus of suffering for others. It meant blood, fresh meat to fill her empty belly and a meeting with the others of this Allanon's pack... she supposed she may be considered a member now though... perhaps one with a changing nearness of night and day, but she was still one of them.

Padding gently through the maze of bark walls surrounding her Faded finally emerged into the sunlight. The shrill notes of the brute's call still echoed in the back of her mind and she took off, eager to see him once again, the snow flying up in a flurry behind her. In a moment it was gone and she was coming up upon the clearing where Gavaudan and Allanon were. At first she was cautious of the larger creature and approached the duo slowly, sniffing at the air for the scent of darkness. None was there, and she deemed is relatively safe. Sage eyes glinted with a coldness as she spoke.

I be Faded... who, might I ask, would you be?

Respectively she turned her head towards Allanon, nodding her head in a greeting then turning back towards the stranger. She remained still many feet away, enough to keep her distance until she trusted the wolf which she did not know.

[Lioncourt]

Gevaudan looked up towards the bytche who had just come into view. She seemed a slight sheepish but that may change.

I would be Gevaudan and who might you be if it is not to bold to ask?

He shifted slightly waiting for a reply. There was just something about those eyes that bred some slight hostility. She must be one of Allanon's bytches to cling so tightly to him.

[~Faded-Light~]

Having already stated her name she was a bit confused at his asking for it to be repeated. Either way she answered dipping her head just a bit out of respect to the larger creature.

I am Faded Light, Faded preferably...

[Lioncourt]

At the sight of the bow Gevaudan got to his feet and clarified his

Sorry if I was to vague. My question was directed toward your stats and not the simple title.

As they spoke the sun rose higher.

It seems while we have been meeting the sun has risen. It might be best if we get underway.

[Moonlit Beauty]

A female stopped what she was doing as she heard the summon. She lazily jogged to the place of meeting. Others were already there, only one scent she recognized. Another male, and a female. Was this all? She smirked, showing her white canines that matched her white coat. She stopped before she got to the area, to make herself presentable. Grooming was one of her hobbies. Cleaning out the trapped dirt from her coat took little time. She finished, and once again her coat was filed with shining radiance, she was ready. The vixen stepped out of the cloaking shadows into the, light, not that there was much. She gazed around at the others, and stepped forward to Allanon.

"We are to hunt?"

The lady said to the alpha. Her voice was cool, and clear, missing the sarcasm that tinted her voice usually. She was small but bold. She now turned her attention to the large one. Studying him, then nodding acknowledgment. Then to the other female, nodded, and once again turned her attention to Allanon, waiting for him to speak.

[Allanon]

Allanon watched the two carefully, choosing to remain silent since none of the conversation was directed towards him. When Gevaudan rose, Allanon tensed slightly. He was still unsure of the brute even though the other had done nothing to prove him unworthy of his trust. When the large beast made no other moves which might be interpreted as threatening in nature, Allanon cast an eye to the heavens. Gevaudan was right; the sun was quickly rising.

It was while he was studying the sky that Tala approached. He heard the soft pad of her paws followed by her calm voice. Slowly turning his gaze to the bytch, he shot her a mocking grin though his voice was sincere.

Good tiddings. From the brilliance of your coat, princess, is it safe to assume you have already groomed for the umpteenth time this morning. Yes, we are to hunt, but are you certain you wish to join us? Blood stains are hard to remove from snowy pelts. You may spend hours cleaning and resetting every hair. For haste's sake, allow me to introduce those that will run with us today. Gevaudan is the brute and Faded the fae. This belated one is Tala. Proper introductions can be made later since Gevaudan appears to be impatient. Since all are now accounted for, be there any objections before the hunt commences?

Golden eyes traveled over each of the three, waiting to see who might raise their voice and speak out.

[Lioncourt]

Gevaudan fallowed Allanon's gaze as he looked at the other two. He would do nothing to delay this but would not speak against anyone who would. If everything else failed he would head out on his own and try his luck alone.

[Moonlit Beauty]

Tala had a sly, and slightly sarcastic half grin plastered upon her maw. She sighed exaggeratedly at the male's taunting. She was on her feet already, so she was ready. The female was slightly shocked by the prospect of not hunting, but didn't show it on her face. This was a small pack, but maby more would join, or. . .

"I will hunt today with the pack. You needn't worry about my coat, and grooming habits."

Tala scoffed. The last sentence was slightly mocking. She was ready, if the others were. Once again she was going hunting, she had hunted previously in this territory, but now this was with a pack. She would enjoy this. Hunting was her specialty, in a way, apart from grooming. Once again on the topic of that subject. Hopefully her new pack wouldn't mind her excessive grooming. If they did, it was their problem.

[~Faded-Light~]

The flicker of lust for blood ran through Faded's eyes, but she quickly quelled it in order to not appear to eager. Tala was an interesting creature, as was this new brute... she wasn't quite sure if she could trust them yet. But she was ready to hunt.

[Allanon]

Stark white fangs were revealed as a cruel smile slowly cracked Allanon's lips. Amber eyes glittered dangerously.

No objections then? Wonderful. Then let us tarry no more.

Slowly, Allanon turned and began trotting towards the cliffs and the trail down to War Drum Flats. It was a brazen and arrogant move. The steep switchback trail would be slick with melting snow, making it much more dangerous than it already was. Allanon had already made up his mind. The tawny charger that the brute had so often watched from the clifftops had grown complacent. During his last venture to the Flats he had shown no fear. Now that Allanon had a pack he would remind the nag who truly ruled this realm.

[ooc: meh, semi-crappy post. I gotta run though. I'll try to hurry back, but I aint sure if I'll make it before tomorrow night. Continue without me. if you already want to pick the meal, run throught the origins posts and find someone we haven't heard from in a while. Leave daisy for now, she's spoken recently.]

[Lioncourt]

The pack made it down the hill rather quickly and then a herd of horses came into view. Five of them seem like they would be easy game. The question was who would do. Gevaudan licked his chops at the walking slabs of meat. Such stupid beast not to realize death would sweep down upon them at any moment. Gevaudan was anxious to make the kill but he did not feel it was yet his place to choose. Maybe one of the vixens had their eye on a previous foe.

I leave it the two of your to pick the fist to die.

[~Faded-Light~]

Faded chuckled, smiling almost cruelly as her gaze swept over the lesser creatures. A few she kept in plain view, sage orbs looking them over as if she could already envision the sweet blood spray as they fell to the pack. Very slowly her tail flicked behind her, the silver tip seeming rather unusual as it faded into the dark color of the rest of her fur. Sharp nails dug into the ground beneath her eager to spring forward, but she would wait, complacent with the present situation. Again she surveyed the rest of the herd before focusing on one of their members specifically. She would wait to see if the others had picked this particular one out as well.

[HA! I posted!]

[Allanon]

Inky brunte slunk like a vulture's shadow over the snow. Snow crunched beneath his broad paws as he steadily made his way towards the herd. He already knew his ultimate quarry: Zanzibar, King of the Broomtails. All others would be appetizers leading up to the main course. He ran his gaze over the others of the herd, settling on a dappled mare. He mulled over the possibility in his mind.

Her. Often I have watched her and the buckskin together. She is precious to him. What a perfect show of my power, stealing away his prized bauble. That would tech him to keep a weather eye on the horizon and show us wolves the respect we deserve. Of course, all that would suceed in doing is very quickly bringing his wrath down upon us. Besides, she is quite fit and will prove hard to brin down. A lesser creature might prove to be a lesser challenge and not be near as missed.

Allanon continued looking, considering for a moment a black mare that was spook-eyed and sweated up from nerves. Already fatigued, she might prove easy to chase down, but other more tempting specimens caught Allanon's eye. Was one of these the same that Faded marked for slaughter?