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(Ari's big game hunt)
[Mon Aug 19 2024]
In The Forest
Cut into the forest and clearing a way, this dirt road leads northwards into the dense wildnerness. Trees and brush line this narrow two lane road and overhead branches extend casting shadows beneath natural light. The occasional tracks of local fauna can be found criscrossing the road, evidence of the rich wildlife dwelling within.
It is night, about 83F(28C) degrees, Ankle high mist flows through the area. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Ari runs a calloused thumb over the fletching of an arrow as she watches the mists undulate, as though they are a living thing. As Jericho(wolf) arrives, she slides a look over and assesses it quietly without moving, then returns her attention to the mists.
Jericho(wolf) moves quietly through the forest underbrush, massive paws quiet in the foliage. Nose to the wind, he seeks something, though it is hard to say just what. Drawing to the clearing's periphery, he espies Ari and his gait slows as he observes her, still moving forward but at an oblique that keeps his distance from her a constant thing, circling.
Well, it seems that Jericho(wolf) sensed the same *wrong* thing that Ari did. Something out there. And oh, there it is. She stands slowly and notches an arrow, advancing.
Ari nearly trips over the corpse of the decaying thing and curses softly under her breath, bringing her bow up and sighting on the warrior that strides towards the duo from the mists, which do absolutely nothing to impair its progress. "Come a little closer, pretty," she murmers, as though talking to herself.
Jericho(wolf) moves forward with a predator's gait as he approaches a red-skinned warrior. Not in a hurry, almost slinking through the forest, his gaze on a red-skinned warrior and Ari both, still clearly unsure of the latter. Of the former there is no doubt to him. Church has begun. Let us prey.
As he approaches his course becomes an oblique as Ari retreats from a red-skinned warrior as she looses an arrow. Unintentionally coming up behind her, Jericho(wolf) has no intention of drawing fire from that bow so begins to circle wide around her, his eyes still on a red-skinned warrior.
Jericho(wolf) sprints forward, bloodlust driving him, as he rushes into the arms of death as a warrior must. Drawing close he gives a passing swipe, the deadly claws narrowly avoided, but in truth this was just a feint, something to take his opponent's measure. That gauge executed he turns on his prey, facing it, couched low. He snarls, front lowered to the ground, ready to react to an attack. Lunacy glints in his eyes and it is clear to any who observes that he takes pleasure in being a monster, in the strength of the wolf. His adversary thought themselves the predator... But they are prey, and doomed.
Jericho(wolf) dodges aside as they come at him, easily avoiding the expected assault. He snaps at the creature, forcing it to dodge aside to avoid being torn apart by his massive jaws but that attack was little more than a feint as well. He plays with his prey, letting it get close, even turning his flank to it, giving a false impression of vulnerability, then spinning to face them as they come close, deadly teete snaping, a threat that keeps them off balance and at a distance. He crouches low again, preparing to spring at them, gaze transfixing his target as he prepares.
Ari slashes a bladed look over towards Jericho(wolf) that would have given him another scar if it were an actual blade. "Going to jump in anytime soon?," she snarks towards him, drawing back for another shot. Aaaaand then he does, and she blinks a litte at the ferocity of the attack. "Well then," she agrees, as though answered, the corner of her mouth quirking up just the slightest bit before her attention slams back to her target.
Jericho(wolf) leaps towards them again, this time however it is not his teeth or claws they have to attend to. Reveling in the sport of the kill, he slams his massive form into them, knocking them rolling to the ground. Though the assault is essentially harmless, it keeps them off balance and makes their subsequent attack clumsy and easy for him to avoid, twisting away as they come at him once more. He chuffs his disdain at their persistance, amazed that the simple fact that even though they are entirely outclased, they are apparently ignorant of the fact. He circles them, sidestepping so that as he does he faces them, preparing.
Aris Big Game Hunt 240828
(Ari's big game hunt)
[Mon Aug 19 2024]
In The Forest
Cut into the forest and clearing a way, this dirt road leads northwards into the dense wildnerness. Trees and brush line this narrow two lane road and overhead branches extend casting shadows beneath natural light. The occasional tracks of local fauna can be found criscrossing the road, evidence of the rich wildlife dwelling within.
It is night, about 83F(28C) degrees, Ankle high mist flows through the area. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Ari runs a calloused thumb over the fletching of an arrow as she watches the mists undulate, as though they are a living thing. As Jericho(wolf) arrives, she slides a look over and assesses it quietly without moving, then returns her attention to the mists.
Jericho(wolf) moves quietly through the forest underbrush, massive paws quiet in the foliage. Nose to the wind, he seeks something, though it is hard to say just what. Drawing to the clearing's periphery, he espies Ari and his gait slows as he observes her, still moving forward but at an oblique that keeps his distance from her a constant thing, circling.
Well, it seems that Jericho(wolf) sensed the same *wrong* thing that Ari did. Something out there. And oh, there it is. She stands slowly and notches an arrow, advancing.
Ari nearly trips over the corpse of the decaying thing and curses softly under her breath, bringing her bow up and sighting on the warrior that strides towards the duo from the mists, which do absolutely nothing to impair its progress. "Come a little closer, pretty," she murmers, as though talking to herself.
Jericho(wolf) moves forward with a predator's gait as he approaches a red-skinned warrior. Not in a hurry, almost slinking through the forest, his gaze on a red-skinned warrior and Ari both, still clearly unsure of the latter. Of the former there is no doubt to him. Church has begun. Let us prey.
As he approaches his course becomes an oblique as Ari retreats from a red-skinned warrior as she looses an arrow. Unintentionally coming up behind her, Jericho(wolf) has no intention of drawing fire from that bow so begins to circle wide around her, his eyes still on a red-skinned warrior.
Jericho(wolf) sprints forward, bloodlust driving him, as he rushes into the arms of death as a warrior must. Drawing close he gives a passing swipe, the deadly claws narrowly avoided, but in truth this was just a feint, something to take his opponent's measure. That gauge executed he turns on his prey, facing it, couched low. He snarls, front lowered to the ground, ready to react to an attack. Lunacy glints in his eyes and it is clear to any who observes that he takes pleasure in being a monster, in the strength of the wolf. His adversary thought themselves the predator... But they are prey, and doomed.
Jericho(wolf) dodges aside as they come at him, easily avoiding the expected assault. He snaps at the creature, forcing it to dodge aside to avoid being torn apart by his massive jaws but that attack was little more than a feint as well. He plays with his prey, letting it get close, even turning his flank to it, giving a false impression of vulnerability, then spinning to face them as they come close, deadly teete snaping, a threat that keeps them off balance and at a distance. He crouches low again, preparing to spring at them, gaze transfixing his target as he prepares.
Ari slashes a bladed look over towards Jericho(wolf) that would have given him another scar if it were an actual blade. "Going to jump in anytime soon?," she snarks towards him, drawing back for another shot. Aaaaand then he does, and she blinks a litte at the ferocity of the attack. "Well then," she agrees, as though answered, the corner of her mouth quirking up just the slightest bit before her attention slams back to her target.
Jericho(wolf) leaps towards them again, this time however it is not his teeth or claws they have to attend to. Reveling in the sport of the kill, he slams his massive form into them, knocking them rolling to the ground. Though the assault is essentially harmless, it keeps them off balance and makes their subsequent attack clumsy and easy for him to avoid, twisting away as they come at him once more. He chuffs his disdain at their persistance, amazed that the simple fact that even though they are entirely outclased, they are apparently ignorant of the fact. He circles them, sidestepping so that as he does he faces them, preparing.