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#1

Galen missed the pine forest where he grew up. Some time had passed since he last visited, but nothing ever seemed to change. The forest smelled just as sweet as he remembered, leaving him with a sense of nostalgia. He moved swiftly through the foliage, following old desire paths until he came to a small pond formed by snowmelt.

He stood still then, and for a while longer, allowing himself a moment of quiet. Around him, the forest grew alive with different sounds and smells. Some were familiar to him, others less so. His nose twitched as a smile reached across his lips.

"There you are," he said breathlessly, before opening his eyes. His expression grew bright and cheerful. So the whispers of the herd were true. A passerby mentioned a white caribou and Galen felt like he had stumbled upon a great secret. He wanted to see the caribou for himself, to confirm whether or not the rumors were true. Now that he found the herd, he could feel his heart begin to race faster.

They must have stopped for a drink as evident by the hoof impressions lining the bank. Galen stepped carefully around their tracks, and then bent forward to take a cold drink. He felt refreshed and thoroughly inspired. Although, totally alone. If he was going to hunt down a mysterious caribou, then he would need to locate some help. Or maybe, help would find him.

Galen tipped his head back and howled. It was a simple song, cheerful and promising. Come help me, he called, beckoning those who would answer a stranger's request.



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There was excitement in the air, though Phaedra could not exactly place from where it came. It was as if something charged and heavy had fallen over Cyrileth, a blanket full of something magical. She could practically taste it around her. She had woken up that day feeling like something was about to change, like something was soon to happen, though she didn't know what. She was a creature of omen by trade -- her whole life she had been a living goddess to her people -- and so perhaps she was a bit superstitious. But maybe she was right. Because when the howl rose up into the air not far from where she was, beckoning, she felt like she might've been destined to answer the call.

Her emerald eyes brightened as the sound rippled through the trees. She turned and began to move further into the pine forest to follow it. As she did so, she crossed unfamiliar scents. They were large animals, it was certain. Herbivores. They had a certain scent to them. She did not know what they were though, for she had never seen a caribou and they were not native to her homeland. There seemed to be a lot of them, that was certain. She walked carefully across hoof prints in the dirt, and their thick scent permeated the pines. She was unfamiliar with this area, but it did not take her long to find a riverbank where a wolf was standing.

He did not look any older than she, and he was cloaked in soft earthen tones. She noticed that he had a kind face immediately, the kind of face that she would like to talk to. She smiled, feeling a sense of surety roll over her. He did not look bad. She expected everyone in Cyrileth to be out to get her, but this had turned out not to be true. She had met mostly kind wolves, with rudeness in Elias being the darkest yet. Perhaps this place was not as dangerous as Triss had said. She approached and stopped a small distance away. "Hi," she said, smiling. "My name's Phaedra. Are you hunting these things?" She gestured around them to mean the creatures that she could not identify. That was the point of his call, wasn't it?

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Elias Vanadium
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An ebon' nose wriggled.

Where..? The thought absently veiled his mind. Pale eyes searched his surroundings for the tell-tale signs of prey. For some time, he had been following the herd's migration. He had first happened upon an old resting site when his paws had sank into the depressions of mud left by hooves and hefty beasts. The grass and foliage had largely been cleared until little had been left. Some of the trees had born the battle wounds of velveteen antlers.

Unable to catch their scent on the breeze, however, he had been forced to conduct his search manually.

It was in this moment, his paws poised near a creek's edge, that he heard the call. While the note was far too cheerful Elias' liking, he had come to the end of his trail. Without another lead, he carefully began to make his way toward the wolf. This time, however, he was far more suspicious. The last time he had followed a stranger's call, a tendon in his ankle had been severed.

After several moments, he found himself padding slowly through the undergrowth. A bush shivered and then he appeared, elegantly sliding into view. To his pleasure, the caribou could be heard, their scent a tantalizing perfume within the air.

His gaze flicked to the boy and the girl.

While he made no sign of recognition and failed to introduce himself, he did pad up alongside Phaedra. As he passed, he could not withstand the urge to whisper—“Don't stand in the way while I'm hunting this time,”—into her ear.

“I am speaking”
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ASVA | MALE | LONER





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hyetal hiss, the sleek, sickled splinters of a snarl was arcadian artifice, vitreous viperous veneer over thalassic, temerarious tongue; flush of autumnal apotheosis caressing svelte spine serpentine, the russet canine trained his glare upon the jagged skeleton of the trees, flame and feather mantled malign and mar within rutilant rancour. sneer sequinned sly, the serrated sinews of his discontent slipped from his jaws in silent staccato, mussitation mangled within mordacity's murk; satin splenetic seraphim, asva glowered at his paws, the iridescence of ire glass-glitter within eye, the envy of green.

ah, he despised caribou; thewless tatterdemalions, their every breath a curl of caitiff consonance, they were stolid in their stoutness, imbued with the sightless serenity of the mockingly mundane, and here he could taste their taint, freight of fetid flesh; and yet, their fragrance was eden upon the tongue, the vapidity of vermin visage was a vision vivid in its ambrosial, aeonian lure. apple's alm, it was the forbidden flesh of its crimson corpulence that had flung the pale pall of perdition upon the once immortal, for ceryneian was the caribou's clandestine couture, and herein lay the reason to such antipathy: to catch a caribou was mephitic of minerva, a miracle begotten within the mists of myth. scilicet, it was irenic, inane, impossible to truly bring such bounty home.

(yet, they spoke of one sheathed in snow, mantled in mountain, and whispered of its brow of bloodless oaken. empyreal, it stood, and the stars quivered with its quenched flame.)

of whim and wanion did the chthonic cavalier press forth, quintessence of coxcomb; teal narrowed as he traced fire and brimstone across his surroundings, intent upon discovering a mottled melange of mahogany and mead -- however, he spied the most curious thing: a trio of strangers stood, a few tree-lengths ahead where he was. a girl of gold, a fellow of fawn, and a soldier of steel? what a fascinating sight.

indeed -- one alone could not conquer caribou, but four? now that was something very interesting indeed.

the cusps of his lips titled upwards in quixotic, quizzical quirk, sunset smile snug and soft upon the charmeuse of chalcedony countenance, asva rested apathetic appraisal across the trio; pleasantry purling pleasant piccolo upon his palate, bromide bursting butterfly bright upon his tongue, the russet canine trilled in ludic, lilting legato, "what's this i see? a merry band of three? a girl of gold, a fellow of fawn, and a soldier of steel? musketeers or mercenaries must i meet -- ah, the tempo of time drives us forth!" he voiced pelagic polyptoton of his thoughts; tremulous was the toss of autumnal plumage, the fugacity of flame flippant in prelapsarian pith. asva chuckled slightly, mirth alight within effulgent ecstasies of effrontery, the tease of teal. his voice segued into a snicker, "to cull the coup of caribou is no mean feat -- you have your eyes set on game of which many dare not to dream, and yet you prepare to besiege the masses free of fear? does not your mortality impeach upon your impulses -- but no matter! i have come for the same, with a facsimile of your fever." here, he cocked his head, ears flicking to mirror the gesture, "i suppose you've heard of the white caribou, a ivory idol said to bear the gods' caress?" he paused to let a suggestive smile sovereign his mien.

the fickle farceur breached a reckoning of sorts; tantalus tenor rose into the realm of the innocuously invitational as he enquired, "perchance you have room for a fourth? for the ubiquity of three is far too pallid! a quartet -- now, that would be a symphony to sample!" a final gust of laughter, and the russet canine tilted his head in anticipation of their response, and perhaps the prospect of another's alacritous arrival.

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• RUELLE VINTNER •



CATCH A FALLEN STAR


The forest sang a song of excitement on that bitter spring morn’. Anticipation laced weighty upon the chilly atmosphere, as if something monumentally significant had come to change radically over the course of a single night.

Reminiscent of a hooved beast, the scent hung concentrated upon the stale air, bathing her tongue with the deep muskiness of their thick sinuous hide. It was unlike anything she had the pleasure to taste before. Imaginations of blood and marbled muscle laced together with spindles of tendon beckoned salivation quickly to the curved contours of her rose lips. A sharp breath hastily sucked through greedy, quivering nostrils propelled her body into motion. The call orchestrated her bones. It was an unfamiliar melody that carryied her forward naturally with mounting excitement. The pounding of her heart elevated with every thrust of muscle trusted to uncoil and drive her momentum.

A man with a sing-song voice addressed the small gathering of two, no three others. Lyrical expressions phrased in a manner not unlike incantations hindered what small amount of progress she had made in understanding. His formations were confusing to a peasant girl such as she, her paws finding their own way backwards toward the path in which she had traveled. It was too late now; they must have already seen her. Panic poisoned the reservoirs of blood running shallow beneath her alabaster crust. Gait twitched to a halt immediately before glancing at the others.

Forcing coherent sentences together despite her trembling lips allowed her to compose a sentence without falter. “I can lend a few paws and teeth to the cause.” Mysterious eyes of depth-less oceanic shores flicked from wolf to wolf. Finally, they settled upon an earthly toned man who bore the likeness of two emerald gems in his gaze. A soft friendly smile stretched her pale lips, silently pleading an allowance into this small gathering of loners otherwise unnoticed.

"Speaking."









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Galen truly believed they could take down the white caribou and it was hard for him to let their prize go. All of them were tired, and he knew the caribou was on its last leg, but with one companion fallen behind, a strike of bad luck could mean the worst for the rest of them. He couldn't risk it, and he didn't want to risk the lives of anyone else. It would be a lie to say he wasn't disappointed.

Truthfully, he was exhausted. Even though he selfishly wanted to keep going after the caribou, the promise of victory felt fickle. To think he would lose spirit, but his throat burned and his muscles ached. He needed a drink of water and a very long rest. Watching the caribou flee was a bittersweet sight. Galen knew they were close, but they all wanted to live. Perhaps the caribou more than the rest of them. He sighed and lowered his head, admitting defeat.

Before his legs could give out on him, Galen turned back towards Asva. The firey male had seemed the most spirited out of them all, but he also took the most blows. Ignoring the encroaching stiffness in his joints, he mustered a slow pace. They weren't friends, but they all shared a bond. They were just a bunch of kids after all. Some wirier than others, but courageous just the same.

As Galen reached Asva, he turned to look back over his shoulder. The others were filing in behind, either too tired or too injured to continue. They were all dusty and bloody, a disheveled hodgepodge, but Galen couldn't shake his small grin. He thought they were all very inspiring.

"Thank you," he said to each of them. It felt appropriate. They were unsuccessful, but they had done well, and if they hadn't answered his call, maybe none of this would have happened. That would have been a worse loss in Galen's opinion.

[exits]



Status:

White Caribou : 41/300 HP [7+4]=11 [Escaped]
Galen : 18/40 HP [9+20+14+11+9]=63 [Alive]
Phaedra : 18/40 HP [20+10+4+12+17]=63 [Alive]
Elias : 25/50 HP [4+16+9+25]=54 [Alive]
Asva : 18/40 HP [13+11]=24 [Alive]
Ruelle : 24/50 HP [9+3+12+6+14]=44 [Alive]

Y'all get a gold star from Galen (and a kiss). <3
And thank you to Cardinal for being a lovely DM.
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She was awaiting the earthen-toned male's answer, but there was movement behind her that caused her gaze to pull away from the male's face to another one that was startlingly familiar. Her own personal ghost, Elias, materialized from the shadows beyond. He looked as surly and removed as ever. She had not expected any great bout of recognition, and she didn't receive any. He moved to pass her, and as she turned her head away, certain he would just ignore her, she felt the whisper of his voice in her ear: “Don't stand in the way while I'm hunting this time." She looked over at him in surprise, an amused smile quickly turning into a scowl and a roll of her emerald eyes. He could joke all he wanted, but she was hoping that this hunt would be successful. She was hungry, and she was certainly ready for a challenge now that Elias had so neatly called her out.

A wolf next arrived that she didn't know, his lyrical, jesting words filling the silence. "i suppose you've heard of the white caribou, a ivory idol said to bear the gods' caress?" She blinked. She had not known about a special caribou, and her eyes sharpened with intrigue. She did not know about the gods here other than they were different from those she prayed to. But she was excited by this male's depiction of the special white caribou, a prize above all others. After the male's words, another wolf arrived, again unfamiliar. It seemed their hunting party was complete -- and hunt they did. In a rush of adrenaline and action, it was there, and then it was over, leaving the group of them wounded and exhausted. They had seen the white caribou and had made a brave attempt, but when the lyrical male had been seriously injured, their chances had thinned considerably. Phaedra had still believed they'd had a shot until the very end, when it had seemed an insurmountable obstacle.

She was young, and this being her first hunt, she was rather tired and shaken. Her limbs quivered with exhaustion as she followed the bedraggled bunch home. She felt she had failed as much as she had succeeded, but she was pleased to know that Elias had done much the same. He wouldn't be able to rub it in too much. When they gathered, the wolf who had called them all was still smiling. She smiled back gratefully. She did not even know his name, and yet she felt very connected to him. He just had that friendly way about him that made him feel like family to her. "Thank you." She smiled again. "We were close," she said. It felt that their time here was drawn to a close as they went to heal their wounds. She glanced over at Elias. "Better luck next time," she jested, knowing full well she had also failed. She would probably elicit nothing more than a surly scowl, but it would be fun anyway.

-exeunt Phaedra by fade-to-black camaraderie-

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Elias had come to form several glib opinions of the wolves around him: (i) the brown one with the sunshine eyes and the delicate constitution was, by far, the most physically fit. It had been startling to watch the most fragile of them all tear at the caribou with wild, joyous abandon. (ii) Phaedra was, as he had expected, a bit of an absent hunter. She occasionally succeeded but with an air of mediocrity that befitted her age. Why they had suffered the same success was beyond him and while he couldn't help but be annoyed, he had enjoyed the "playful" challenge. (iii) The russet wolf was an annoying creature with a mouth that was best deserved to be sewed shut. The caribou had made a valiant attempt at doing so and Elias was inclined to applaud it. (iv) Unassuming and possessing little worth memorizing other than her daring brush with the caribou's antlers, the only other adult was ... largely forgotten.

More exhausted than wounded, Elias slowed to a pause. His sides heaved and his cheek ached. Bruises and other wounds plagued him but there was nothing to cause lasting damage. Absently, he found his gaze wandering to the one familiar face. He traced her limbs, careful to note any paws that might be favored more than the other. Thankfully, other than a few tremors here and there, the yearling was largely okay.

Wait, thankfully?

With a soft snort, Elias glanced at the "delicate" faerie boy that had guided them. Sorrow dampened the otherwise bright expression, but gratitude lingered there too. Elias ignored the thanks and, instead, focused on rolling the kinks out of his shoulders. There was little to thank, after all. Had they felled the beast, Elias would have helped himself to as much meat as his belly could handle. It had all been a selfish endeavor in the end.

"Better luck next time," teased the golden she-wolf. Glancing over, Elias granted her a roll of his eyes. Dark ears twitched as he found his paws. Unwilling to dabble in group therapy, he brushed his shoulder against her own.

"Come," he breathed as he padded past, tail flicking her in the face as he passed.

They were both due for a little medical attention and he knew just the wolf to give it.

[ Exit Elias ]


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