Shadows [Phantom]

[Silver]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]The recent influx of new Ananke members pleased Silver, knowing that the pack that she helped found was doing well and growing healthily. So far, the Hunter had done a lot of hunting and had explored the lands, but she was missing out on a key component of pack life—the community.

Although she had met quite a few of Ananke's newest members, the original founding members were scarce in her life. She would have to acquaint and reacquaint herself with the longest members of the pack, for they were her 'family' too now.

There was one part of the territory that Silver did not go to often so she decided to pay The Eye of Fenris a visit. Duarte was absent today, and although it was good to have the wolf and snake together, sometimes peace and isolation was a refreshing break. Not to say that the Hunter was happy about her companion's absence, simply that she looked forward to doing some things alone and ensuring that she did not lose her independence and start relying on her spitting cobra to survive.

For a brief moment, the silver-grey huntress wondered if her new life in Ananke was becoming more monotone and repetitive. Her most recent interactions were greeting new members who had either just joined or were in the process of joining. It made her proud to see what she had assisted in the founding of to grow and thrive, but it was so factory-like in nature. New member, talk to, move on. Would that be how Silver lived out the rest of her life? Hunt, talk a bit, repeat until death. If it was actually helpful and her full potential then perhaps she would be content with sacrificing any enjoyment for the greater good but the thing was, Silver could do so much more. With a shake of her head, the unique-eyed huntress sighed and moved her thoughts away. Life always changed. She ought to not have been thinking like that.

The scent of a springhare hit the back of the seasoned predator's throat and, instinctively, she turned to look for her Mozambique spitting cobra friend. Realising that Duarte was not there, the wires in Silver's brain rearranged to assemble a plan that did not involve her faithful companion's venom. Silently but swiftly, pale grey paws pursued their future victim.

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notes: This sucks but I didn't want to keep you waiting! <3 Just a note that she hasn't been promoted IC to Lead Hunter yet. Her musings about life dulling down are just to add to her reaction to the promo c:
tagged: Phantom
word count: 400
muse: Okay

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[Phantom]

The more Phantom interacted with his pack mates, the more natural it seemed to become. After his wobble in the presence of Journey the other day, he’d been worried it would dissuade him from wanting to spend time with others, but he found it’d had the opposite effect. The flashback had proven that his state was not as fragile as he’d assumed, and although it had been unpleasant, it was brief. Phantom hypothesised that the more time he spent with others, the easier it would be to confront his past. Perhaps in avoiding it, Phantom had only made it worse.

Still, the knowledge weighed on him. He doubted that he would ever tell another live soul the truth about his past, but if he could stop it from affecting them then there would be no need.

On this particular day, Phantom found himself heading toward The Eye of Fenris, a sinkhole that had swallowed a decent portion of the plains. In truth, he’d been searching for their Chieftan, Nimue. Word had reached him that her sister and fellow Chieftan, Morrigan, had disappeared. Phantom had been meaning to catch up with her, given their relatively brief introduction, but now he had a solid reason to visit her. He was curious as to whether or not the pack would be affected with only one leader now, and who might be promoted in her stead. With the pack growing practically daily, it seemed sensible to choose a second-in-command, and Nimue struck him as a sensible character.

As he glided through the long grass, two scents struck him at once. The first was a hare. The second, and more interesting scent was a pack wolf he’d not yet met. There was something familiar about the scent, though, and Phantom presumed she was because she was a fellow founding member. There were others he’d not met directly, but who’d been around the territory long enough for him to become familiarised with their presence.

The two creatures came into view not long after he decided to seek her out. His pack mate was a silvery-grey looking female, who stalked the unaware leporine with surprising grace and agility given her size. Torn between wanting to greet her, and not wanting to interrupt, Phantom decided to wait. He watched curiously, staying low in the grass so as not to spook the hare or the wolf, and waiting for the stranger to initiate conversation once she’d caught her prey.

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Word count: 410
Notes: I felt bad interrupting her hunting xD
Tags: Silver

[Silver]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Using her considerable bulk as an advantage rather than disadvantage, practice-strengthened hind legs lauched a pale grey body towards far smaller prey. In slow motion as with all hunts, the to-be meal seemed to soar towards Silver in slow motion, leporine body taking its time to fall limp in silver jaws. The springhare's spine cracked audibly, the snap of each vertebra popping in the calm huntress' ears. A foreign body was lingering somewhere close by but it carried the scent of the pack so it was left unattended until the hare had been seen to.

Once Ananke's youngest yet first Hunter confirmed that her catch was indeed dead, an identical pair of blue-and-gold optics raised to look at a faintly familiar wolf. Their scent was male with a face split into two colours, a clear division line down the middle. He had silver eyes to accompany his yin and yang fur, holding quite a colourless yet unique appearance. Leaving the future food to lie on the ground for a while, Silver drew herself up to her full height and approached the male before her.

"Hello, stranger. I do believe that we are yet to introduce ourselves," the female greeted, still holding herself formally and stoically. Despite her pack's more familial way of life, the large wolfess did not see a reason to be all personal and sloppy around others.

For a moment, the female awaited a curious enquiry about her spitting cobra before remembering that Duarte was absent, probably idly wasting time in Tor's Marsh as he would often do when Silver was asleep. She so used to the reptile being close by that the mixed breed she-wolf felt rather naked without her Mozambique companion.

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notes: Shitty post is shitty D= Sorry for the terrible reply but I wanted to write it up for you!
tagged: Phantom
word count: 300
muse: Dead

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[Phantom]

Phantom observed patiently as the silver form took down her prey with practised ease. Most wolves were accomplished hunters, as it was necessary for survival, but there was a polished look to her movements that suggested she was a hunter by rank. When the female finally acknowledged his presence and made her way toward him, he drew himself up from his crouched position, dwarfed by the stranger but not as severely as with Nimue. She greeted him, in a formal and abrupt kind of way, which Phantom did not react to in any way. His expression remained passive, his perceptive, ethereal eyes simply considering her demeanour.

“We are,” he replied, noticing that she had not offered her own identity. “Allow me to rectify that. I am Phantom, Slayer of Ananke.” Since joining the pack, Phantom was slowly becoming more trusting, at least to his own pack mates. He recognised this stranger from the morning Ananke was founded, her silvery white fur had stuck out amongst the sea of coloured pelts as he’d lurked in the shadows behind the crowd, though he did not know her name. “Who are you?” he asked, not unkindly, but neither was it pleasant. Phantom himself was not an intentionally rude wolf, but his demeanour tended to err on the side of icy around new wolves.

The stranger had a most curious appearance. Phantom had thought he must have had the oddest eyes of the pack, but hers were both blue and gold. Never had he come across such a characteristic as this, but he refrained from asking her about it before she had even introduced herself. Curious, too, was her size. Although not the largest wolf he’d encountered, she certainly had more than a suggestion of Kenai Peninsula in her, a breed which Phantom had first encountered in his Chieftans. He wondered if perhaps they were related distantly, as she held little resemblance to them other than that.

Idly, Phantom considered whether every wolf in this pack was as distrusting and cold as he appeared. After meeting Journey, who had seemed ready to tear his head off at the scent of her mate on his pelt, and now this stranger, he realised he hadn’t met a single personable wolf besides Nimue. It was funny to think that a pack as welcoming as Ananke could be filled with such stoic, frigid wolves such as himself. It was reassuring though, in a sense, as he knew now that his fears were unfounded. If Journey, and this stranger, could be accepted into Ananke, then he could no longer doubt his own place amongst them.

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Word count: 436
Notes: ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR THE WORLD'S CRAPPIEST REPLY WEEEEE. I didn't want to keep you waiting though!
Tags: Silver

[Silver]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]The stranger offered a name. Phantom. Phantom... The name was familiar. He was a founding member, she recalled, there right where Silver and Phantom were both currently and months ago. Then a rank. Slayer.

"So you kill, do you?" she asked, blunt and to the point. If the wording of her question offended the male then that was not the huntress' concern.

As soon as Ananke's largest Hunter had asked her question, one was sent her way. She did not bother to add an opening to her sentence, getting straight to the point as would be logical, in her opinion. "Silver. Don't ask. Stupid name, I know. Hunter of Ananke."

Mind on her name, Silver wondered if Emerald was having another litter this year. Was she weak and stupid enough to get raped again? And what terrible names would the elderly fae give the pups if she was to have them? If Silver could bring herself to care, she might have changed her name. Maybe Jasper had changed his name back when they coexisted—he talked so little that he might as well have, for his family would not have known if his name had changed with how he interacted. Mint had undoubtedly left Valyn—the innocent runt was too feisty and, unfortunately, independant to remain in the idiotic pack—and perhaps she had changed her name too. She seemed like she cared. Silver could not care less about most things. She was used to the emptiness.

And Phantom. It seemed to fit the darker—in terms of demeanour, at least—wolf. At least it did not sound like a pet name, unlike the ridiculous monikers handed out by the Valyn Fury. Admittedly, Silver was the least bad name out of her litter, although not by far.

Why am I thinking about them? They do not deserve to be in my thoughts.

When she returned her mind to the present, there was a scent, something that resembled Duarte in a way, but it was different too. Silver did not pay it much attention—there were plenty of scents in Aveline.

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notes: Maybe one or so more posts and we can bring the snake in? =) And I swear that I didn't mean to make this post all about names haha.
tagged: Phantom
word count: 370
muse: Good

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[Phantom]

Silver’s candour was almost laughable, and he wondered how it were possible for there to be a wolf with even less social skills than he. Phantom had no intention of laughing at the she-wolf, though, and his face betrayed as little emotional response as her own.

“I kill when necessary,” he replied coolly. “When our Chieftan requires it.” Thus far it had not been required of him, and truthfully he doubted it would be required any time soon. To his knowledge, Ananke had no enemies, and unless they made some soon he would be forced to continue his idleness. It made him restless, to have no current purpose. After all, that was why he’d joined the pack.

At the mention of her own name, it drew a deep, rumbling laugh from his throat. Not at the name itself, but at her disgusted reaction to it. There was a time when Phantom disliked his own name, feeling it was far too dark for his personality. Strangely enough, he had grown into it somehow, and now he felt it fit him. Silver could not be more than a year old, perhaps in time she would grow used to it as he did. “It is only a name, young’un – nothing stupid about it all. I think it rather suits you. I can see why it was given to you.” He was, of course, referring to the silver-like appearance of her pelt. “In any case, you can always change it.”

For such a stoic female, he wondered why her name bothered her so. It could be anything – from the obvious to the more complex, such as a difficult relationship with her parents. He pushed the thought of parents away, feeling the tendrils of overwhelming memories pressing into his psyche. The last thing he needed was –

A sudden noise drew him suddenly from his thoughts, his body immediately becoming tense and alert, as though some other host had taken over his body. The sound occurred again – a rattling noise of some description, one that he recognised this time. Silver eyes spotted the culprit immediately, hidden cautiously amongst the long yellowy grass, looking very much as though it was deciding whether or not to attack the larger intruders.

“Silver,” he said, quiet and tempered. “Don’t move. There is a rattle snake just to your right.” Each word was slow and measured, taking every care not to spook the snake. He kept his gaze fixed on the invader, hoping it would give Silver some idea of its location.

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Word count: 421
Notes: I wasn't sure how to introduce it, so I just went for it xD
Tags: Silver

[Silver]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]When Phantom revealed that he killed when necessary, the silver-grey huntress wondered what the difference was between the Hunter and the Slayer. It was necessary to kill in order to hunt and hunting was necessary, was it not? And Silver would definitely kill if it was necessary—what was the point of preserving life with no reason? Hunters were skilled in killing—killing large prey could not be an awful lot different to killing a wolf—and Slayers were skilled in killing for obvious reasons. It made the large femme ponder as to whether or not she would be capable of murder. She was larger and therefore likely stronger than quite a few Ananke wolves and could probably take them one-on-one. In fact, she was larger and therefore likely stronger than most wolves upon Anikira. And trust seemed rather easy to gain. Only a few months had passed and Nimue had admitted that she trusted Silver which seemed somewhat ridiculous to the Kenai Peninsula dominant; the Chieftan knew nothing of her past or what she was like, only having a few short interactions to base her character off of even if she did appear loyal to the pack in those cases. Silver was loyal to nobody but herself and, beneath herself, the greater good, and Ananke was simply a harmless way to serve the greater good. Should the stars shift and things start spiralling in a different direction, there would have been no qualms from the blue-and-gold-orbed female to switch alliances. So trust was easy to gain and with trust came vulnerability to whoever trusted whoever...

The thoughts were left unfinished, however, as the dual-toned male laughed at Silver's proclamation about her name. "Like you said, Phantom, it is only a name. I have no reason to change it as of now but I am very much aware of the fact that I can," the Hunter replied, intending no offense with her words although if Phantom was offended, she did not see why she ought to have cared.

As the sizeable mixed breed waited for her smaller counterpart to reply, a rattling sound perked the female's attention. What was it? Although what Emerald had said was usually nonsense, Silver's mind flicked back to one thing that her ex-mother had said which was actually valuable information unlike some of her useless rambling about stories long gone. Rattlesnakes. They made a rattling sound and were rarely aggressive so the female did not bother much with her elder's warning. Looking towards her right, Silver answered, "They are rarely aggressive. As long as we do not provoke the snake, we should be fine."

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notes: Wasn't sure how to initiate the attack, sorry :/ If you struggle with it, I can try edit it in ^.^
tagged: Phantom
word count: 463
muse: Uhh randomly got my Silver muse back? Lol

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[Phantom]

The huntress appeared to change her stance on her name faster than one could blink, and her tone struck Phantom as unnecessarily brash for what he considered to be a relatively innocuous statement. Still, she was young. Perhaps she had never learnt respect from anywhere. Regardless of her age, Phantom found that he neither liked nor trusted the silvery female before him. Not that that was out of the ordinary. Phantom didn’t trust anyone fully, not even his alpha, and he liked others even less frequently. He still found that he preferred his own company to the company of his pack mates, though he was willing to give them the time of day if it made pack life, and his own life, run smoother.

The regal eyed she-wolf’s reaction to the rattlesnake was the most obnoxious, ignorant thing Phantom had heard in a long time. If it weren’t for the venomous snake’s presence, and distaste for displaying emotion, he would have openly laughed at her words. Unluckily for her, the snake decided to disprove her words of its own accord, its lithe, olive coloured body lashing out suddenly in her direction, curved fangs bared. It was only a warning, not intended to engage her in a fight but instead intimidate her and deter her from moving any closer. Phantom’s iridescent eyes watched the snake intently, lowering his body in case he needed to attack or defend.

The snake’s rattle shook again, vibrating violently on its tail. Phantom’s gaze flicked briefly to Silver. Although his first impression of her had not been overwhelmingly positive, she was a member of his pack, and his muscles were tensed, ready to protect her in case she obstinately refused to accept the empirical evidence before her. The snake looked relatively young, perhaps that accounted for its aggression, but it also meant that its venom was less potent than an adult’s. Silver was slightly larger than Phantom, so she would have more of a chance of surviving the bite, depending on the depth and precision of the bite. Regardless, it would more than likely be fatal for either of them to be bitten. “If I were you, I would move away. Slowly.” His silvery gaze flickered back to the snake in question, whose beady eyes turned slowly to fixate on him. There was a manic look in its expression, which suggested it had fallen prey to come kind of disease of the brain, though he couldn’t be sure.

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Word count: 412
Notes: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING SORRY
Tags: Silver