sunrise [joining]

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There it was, that freakin' raccoon. The lone wolf had been chasing for a while now the only meal in view. He was starving and this seemed like the only logic thing to do. He swiftly ran between all the branches, bushes, trees and steep rocks that the raccoon passed by running for its life. Jericho's ears were fully perked, using his tail as a balancing tool to help him reach his goal. The day was cold, at it was very early in the morning; the sun hadn't come up yet. Jericho was a heavy sleeper, yet his hunger was too much to bare. The raccoon ran faster,  and so did Jericho. He got closer and closer until he could get him off balance. With a swift hit with his front legs, the raccoon fell quickly out of balance and fell down. Jericho quickly fell in top of the raccoon and bit its neck, suffocating the animal until it stopped breathing. He licked the blood off his maw and began to open through the flesh.


As he ate, he always maintained strong vigilance. His ears went to all directions and his eyes never left the horizon. He noticed a cave in the distance; he figured out that maybe that's were the famed Ultoris is located. Or maybe a part of their lands. They say that only talented, skilled wolves enter to the pack. Well, Jericho couldn't agree more with himself; they needed a great hunter to their collection of skilled members. He chuckled and licked his maw, finishing his meal. After a while, he was full, so after resting, he got up in his fours and began walking. The way towards the caves were perilous, but it would be totally worth it. After some time, he finally reached his destination; he began to hear the tiny echoes of water droplets falling unto the floor, or to some puddle. He heard some bats... yet it was silent. The floor was slippery, slimy and unstable, yet he liked the silence here. It was a total, different atmosphere for Jericho.


He decided to howl here--the echo would amplify his howl, so he would have more chances of being heard. He filled his lungs with air and exhaled a long, deep howl that echoed with even greater amplitude thanks to the cave. "Ultoris, I want to be part of you!" He smiled and sat down waiting for a reply. He wanted to start fresh, and maybe flirt with a couple of females for a while, then maybe settle down and have a family. Who knew? When he finished thinking, he saw that a beautiful sunrise was taking place in front of him. He smiled yet again and wagged his tail. Such a beautiful display of colors pleased the brute's orange eyes... a sunrise of hope, new beginnings and a new life awaited him. But all he had to do is wait.


And he hates waiting.

OOC: Done! || WORDS: 497 || TAG: Fury / I dunno who to tag! x3| MOOD: impatient ||  MUSE: great!

 

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A large black mass was curled up within Shyorm, which was the lower level of Aleru that was most often used as the main den site for the pack. The peaceful rise and fall of the strangely colored Arctic brute's chest was the only sign of life. Aside from the steady movements of breathing, he made no other activity during his slumber. His dreams were not exactly dreams at all. Basically, while the canine slept, images of his duties and pack filled his skull and danced around as a reminder of what the following day would bring - more work. With the lack of wolves in Ultoris, the Alpha had to pick up the slack that the missing positions would normally do. Daily, he would hunt for a reasonable amount of food, complete border patrols, and even collect a few simple herbs just in case one of the members became sick in addition to his regular alpha duties. This was all okay in his mind, seeing as he did not want to force too much stress and labor onto the few members that he had, but the one thing that he was afraid of was the possibility of one of his packmates falling ill or obtaining a serious injury. Along with the fact that Ultoris would be short of one hardworking member, someone would also need to administer some sort of treatment to the hurt or sick animal. The only problem was that nobody in the pack, including Fury, had much experience with this. Luckily, the brute had accepted a pretty female wolf into his ranks that had said she was a rather skilled shaman. Hopefully this was true because the fate of his beloved pack might someday lay in the paws of that single canine.

Audits perked at the sound of a high volume howl that held almost a variation of an echoing sound to it. Dystres Stalagmites - that was where the call had come from. Fury knew this because of the way that area amplified any sound, loud or soft, into something much stronger and more boisterous. The voice was unfamiliar to the canine, so he guessed that it was a loner with intention of joining, though he hadn't been awake enough to decipher the words of the call. A small grunt escaped his muzzle as his stiff muscles stretched and allowed him to stand. He must've overslept. Though it was impossible to tell from down here in the deep, dark bowels of Aleru, the powerful canine assumed that the sun was just beginning to make its appearance along the horizon before rising up into the sky, enlightening the marvelous continent of Anikira. He normally awoke two or three hours before this time, enabling him to get important work done before his pack began to stir and start their own bustling, busy days. The foul tasting steroid-like plants that he had been forced to consume in his early years had caused him to constantly be deprived of much needed sleep. Although he rarely needed more energy to support him (also because of these rather incredible herbs), he would've enjoyed getting a few more hours of sleep each night. Tonight, he must've done just that,

As the Arctic male made his way up the foot-wide entrance to the main upper level of his mighty territory, the unfamiliar scent of a loner crept into his moist nose. He walked with a small sense of urgency, following the stranger's bold scent. What worried Fury slightly was how deep into the pack's territory that this wolf had traveled. The Dystres Stalagmites were not too close to the entrance of Aleru, so whoever this loner is, they had to pass through the majority of the most likely in-guarded territory to reach his current location. Oh well, it wasn't Widow and Severus' fault that they needed to regain energy during the night hours. Fury hoped that once Ultoris had a few more warriors, he would be able to assign night shifts to some of them to ensure that the borders of the territory were always under complete watch. Finally, the shape of the loner came into sight. It was a male Grey Wolf mix with maybe some Arctic or Tundra in him, based on his thick pelt. 'Let's get this over with,' he thought to himself, not exactly in the mood for visitors. At least this one sent out a howl that announced his presence instead of creeping through the territory without a peep like others tended to do.

Fury straightened his posture, which made him appear dominant and powerful - both of which were true. He halted his walking when he was close to the other brute and cleared his throat slightly. "Greetings, brute. What exactly do you think you are doing in my territory?" he asked, his tone firm but not overpowering. The male secretly pondered the possibility that this strongly built canine that stood in front of him could somehow contribute positively to Ultoris. His orange-brown eyes raked the loner, searching for any sign of aggressiveness or unreasonable rudeness. So far, he could find nothing displeasing about the canine other than maybe the fact that he seemed to be overly happy with himself for some reason. The black colored wolf pushed away his petty judgements and awaited the brute's explanation for his presence.

words :: 916
tags :: @jericho
muse :: Way better than I expected. o.o
notes :: <3

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Jericho was somewhat loosing his short patience. He began to flick his ears to all directions waiting for a signal of life. He began to think that he wasn't in the right place or something, or that something had happened to whoever was going to welcome him. He sighed and smiled again, trying to regain his happy-go-lucky mood he had woken up to this morning. Suddenly, a strong, authoritative voice came from out of nowhere, which startled Jericho, but he managed to hide the sudden rush of emotions. "Greetings, brute. What exactly do you think you are doing in my territory?"

Ah, the Alpha. He smiled and decided to introduce himself, of course. "Hello, sir. My name is Jericho. I'm here because I would like to join Ultoris, and I would love to be a hunter." Respectful, precise and concise. He somewhat felt that he was being too polite and trying too hard, but he shook off the feeling away from his thoughts. He tried to maintain a respectful, mature sound to his voice. He really wanted this new start, so even if he was trying to be smooth, he was devastatingly nervous.

He made a small sigh and awaited eagerly for a reply. The day was beautiful and so were his spirits. He could already imagine himself being surrounded by femmes, or maybe running or hunting with the pack. He was excited for what this new pack would bring. He wanted to show his talent in hunting to every wolf in the pack and above all, he wanted to feel loved. He could find a mate... or two. Or three. Or maybe he could find the love of his life and have a family and pups. Jericho suddenly got lost in his thoughts and remembered quickly that he was in front of the Alpha. Hmm... the Alpha hasn't introduced himself, hadn't he? He had no idea what the Alpha's name was. He began to question if it was a good idea to ask him for his name or not. In a split second, he decided to let the Alpha tell him. 

His legs were getting tired, so he decided to sit down and quickly observe the male in front of him. He was very serious, black with yellow-red eyes and white hairs scattered throughout. His eyes seemed like if he had just woken up, which made Jericho kinda guilty for waking him up so early. Maybe he was tired with all the pack work... who knew. Jericho pushed away his thoughts and awaited for a reply.

OOC: Done <33 sorry for the crappy post ;w; i'll do better next time <3 ||WORDS: 435 || TAG: Fury 
MOOD: impatient || MUSE: meh 

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The loner's answer to Fury's question was both respectful and to-the-point. This canine, Jericho, had to have really wanted to join the pack if he was trying so hard, and Fury liked that. This male wanted something and worked hard to get it. The Arctic brute nodded respectfully, trying to soak in all of the information he was just given. "Well, Jericho, would you mind demonstrating your hunting skills?" he asked, "We can either travel to I'queyer, a loner land where my pack hunts for large game, or you can have a go at some of the more difficult to catch cave-dwelling prey here in Aleru. If you wish to go to I'queyer, though, we would have to wait until later in the day, and I would have to temporarily give you a subordinate rank until then." The Alpha had rambled a little bit, but he didn't mind. He needed this loner to know that he couldn't just strut into his territory and expect a hunting position without proving his worth. Even though Ultoris desperately needed some skilled hunters, the black brute couldn't hand out hunting positions to anyone who claimed they were skilled in that area.

Reddish brown eyes scanned the other wolf more carefully now in an attempt to better understand his appearance. He was slightly taller than himself, but Fury was clearly longer and heavier. The other male's coat was a thick assortment of greys, beiges, and blacks. 'At least he won't freeze in the winter,' he thought, nearly chuckling to himself, though he was able to maintain his staid expression. When he was done examining the new recruit, the canine watched as he sat on the slimy ground. The night colored brute remained standing, but he was glad that this wolf was becoming comfortable enough in his new surroundings. "My name is Fury, by the way," he added to his previous statements, remembering that he hadn't yet shared his name with this canine.

The authoritative brute liked to be as personable as possible with his members. He didn't actually enjoy sharing his history, thoughts, or true feelings with others unless he was extremely close with them. Fury was more the kind of wolf that would share petty remarks with his packmates, hoping to form friendships with each of them individually in addition to his pack as a whole. The male would never lie to his pack unless it was necessary, but he didn't tend to toss out his deepest secrets this way and that. If he ever thought that he could trust a wolf enough to share his actual feelings and past experiences, he would. But that hasn't happened yet.

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tags :: @jericho
muse :: Not good.
notes :: Sorry for the wait and the short, crappy post. I'm going to go ahead and add Jericho to the Ultoris group and such since whichever choice he makes, he will end up being accepted. <3 Something's screwing up, so I'm just gonna ask Uru to do it. XD

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Jericho saw as the black Arctic brute heard him intently as he spoke. Suddenly, the wolf uttered a question, and Jericho's ears perked up immediately. "Well, Jericho, would you mind demonstrating your hunting skills? We can either travel to I'queyer, a loner land where my pack hunts for large game, or you can have a go at some of the more difficult to catch cave-dwelling prey here in Aleru. If you wish to go to I'queyer, though, we would have to wait until later in the day, and I would have to temporarily give you a subordinate rank until then." Subordinate? He wanted to be a hunter, so he really wanted to prove it to him quickly. He had trained so hard and so much for this--to be a hunter, and to be where he is standing right now was all he ever hoped for. 

Jericho smiled and nodded, then pondered on his answer. He wanted to show the Alpha that he was good, so he quickly decided for the most difficult choice. "We can try the cave dwellers." He smiled and in his mind, he began to mentally practice. He really loved hunting, so he would do whatever it took for this rank. He was preparing himself mentally to catch even the hardest thing--he wanted to prove himself to this alpha. And darn, he wanted to meet the females, so bad. 

Suddenly, the Alpha spoke again with a more friendly, lower tone, saying that his name is Fury. "I better not make him angry," he said to himself. "Nice to meet you, Fury. I am really excited for this--I have trained so much to be where I am today..." His voice trailed off and he looked at Fury yet again. He then wagged his tail slowly and asked, "So... when do we start?"

OOC: Done! ||WORDS: 311 ||TAG: Fury |MOOD: impatient || MUSE: meh

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Fury nodded in response to the loner's final decision. He was impressed. Most wolves would rather hunt the prey that they were more familiar with, which in this case would be the prey in Chamoru Plains. The feisty cave-dwelling prey were by far much more difficult to hunt for canines who were not used to hunting them. They were smart, quick, and tricky. Despite this, Jericho had still decided to take on this challenge. Plus, his choice meant that the Alpha wouldn't have to reserve a part of his day later on to escorting the brute outside of the territory to prove himself there. He would much rather get the test over with now so he would have time to complete his Alpha duties later on.

Fury listened respectfully to the Grey male's spiel about hard work and other pointless things. He was glad that this brute was passionate about his hunting activities, but that didn't mean that he had to waste the black wolf's time talking about it. All that mattered right now was how well Jericho did with his test. If he fails, it won't matter how hard he worked to get where he is today - because he will just be turned away. He couldn't just accept any mediocre hunter into Ultoris; he needed supremely skilled hunters who would provide well for the pack. If the stranger proved this to him, then it would help to know that he was passionate and ready to work. Of course, the staid brute did not share his opinion about this. He simply nodded and stood silently, watching the other male carefully.

An amused chuckle escaped the dignified male's maw. Jericho was clearly very eager to begin. Either that, or he was impatient. Either way, Fury was glad to begin the hunt. "Well, son, you may begin whenever you're ready. Go catch me breakfast while remaining inside the borders of Aleru. I will observe you from a distance so I do not disturb your prey," he replied. It was natural for him to refer to other males as 'son' if they were younger than him. Luckily, there were several crevices and holes here in the Stalagmites that served as homes for a lot of the cave-dwelling prey that resided in Aleru, so there was bound to be a few of those critters roaming around. The ground is slimy and the slightest of noises echo loudly, so the brute will need to be aware of these things in order to be successful. If he was careful with his footing and as close to silent as possible when he moves, it is very likely that he will be able to present the Alpha with a raccoon or wood rat or something else of the sorts. If he's lucky, he could even get his paws on one of those tricky foxes that were sometimes seen slinking about the cave. It was all up to Jericho now.

words :: 501
tags :: @jericho
muse :: Not great.
notes :: Sorry for the wait on this.

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Well, this was more like it. Jericho was already prepared mentally, so he nodded when the Alpha gave him permission to start hunting. He wanted some breakfast, so Jericho decided he would go for a raccoon, which he had already caught. Yet, if something better came by and passed in front of him, he would go for it. He moved his head to look at the entrance of the cave and began to walk silently towards the entrance. His heart was pounding, filled with adrenaline, yet he remained alert. His ears moved in all directions, and his eyes were locked both forward and on his steps. He had to be careful here--one misstep and he would ruin everything he had trained for. He began to walk on top of the slimy rocks and ground, sniffing it in search of a scent. A few minutes went by and he was still searching, until he heard a sound. It sounded like a a yipping one, so he figured it was a possible fox. Those were tricky, yet he loved challenges and believed in himself a hundred percent. He kept advancing slowly, watching his step and sniffing both the air and the ground. His eyes were wide open and his pupils were wide open due to the low light, yet he could see perfectly. 

He kept hearing the yipping sounds closer and closer as he advanced towards the cave. He heard small drops of water fall on somewhere, some bats chirping, and the sound of his heart, yet he could hear that yipping sound perfectly. He moved towards it slowly, gradually, trying to avoid any mistakes. He used his tail as a balancing tool in the steep areas, and with the grip of his big paws, he managed to move inside the cave gracefully. Suddenly, behind a rock, he saw a small, red furred head pop out. He froze and stared at the small fox and a grin formed on his maw. The fox darted, and so did Jericho. The floor was slippery, so sometimes his step failed on him, yet he regained his composure quickly and kept following the swift fox. The fox zig-zagged and seemed like he really mastered and knew this cave. Jericho's eyes were locked on his prize, following the fox to wherever he darted to. Jericho occasionally fell down and hurt himself several times due to the slippery ground, yet he quickly lifted himself up and kept following the critter.

In a dead end, the fox stopped suddenly and when he was about to turn left, Jericho pounced on top and grabbed his tail. The fox began yelling loudly and sharply, and began to attack him by biting Jericho's muzzle. He squinted his eyes, trying to hold the pain of sharp teeth; soon he was bleeding a little. Jericho, tired of the fox's attacks, used his size advantage to place his legs on top of the fox, and with strong might, he bit the neck of his prey. Slowly, the fox stopped fighting and ceased breathing. Jericho kept biting it and stood up, extremely tired, and walked towards the exit of the cave. Once he arrived to the Alpha, he placed the fox carcass in front of Fury's feet, and looked at Fury. "Enjoy your breakfast, sir." He smiled warmly and sat down, licking the blood off his maw and sighing with joy. He just proved himself worthy... but it was all in Fury's decision now. He sat and patiently waited.

OOC: Done <33 loved my post! ||WORDS: 590 || TAG: Fury 
MOOD: accomplished || MUSE: pretty good!

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Not budging from his place, Fury observed the Grey Wolf creep silently through the caves. The other male only left his sight a few times, but he would return a few seconds later every time. Jericho's strategy so far was decent, no flaws to be seen as of now. He was careful about his footing, and his searching wasn't frantic or overexcited. At one point, Fury saw Jericho's ears perk as if he had heard a sound of some kind. A sting of back pain pierced his spine, and the alpha was reminded of his aging self. He must not have heard the nearly I audible noise that seemed to be leading the possible member to a new discovery of prey. Because of the unique steroid-like herbs that the brute had taken during his time on the island of Gantotas, his appearance and strength caused him to look and feel as if he was barely past the age of four. However, the horrible back pain and weakening senses always succeeded in reminding him that he was actually over five years old. This also caused the male to conclude that this breeding season, his own offspring would be necessary if he wanted a reliable heir when he was ready to step down. But for that, Fury needed a willing female to bear his puppies.

Returning to the matter at hand, the canine watched Jericho chase a stealthy fox around this section of Aleru. He couldn't help but chuckle for a moment - not because the other brute was stumbling every few steps, but because it was almost comical how swift and tricky foxes could be. Hopefully, this one wouldn't pull any tricks that would fool Jericho and leave him in the dust while the orange creature escaped the cave easily. Surprisingly, this was not the case. Within a time span of a few minutes, Jericho had trapped the furry trickster in a dead end and had leaped atop him and ended its life once and for all. Thankful that the other brute had made this decision easy, a warm smile spread across the male's muzzle.

When Jericho presented the carcass to Fury politely, the black male bowed his head slightly in thanks and devoured his meal without a word. The fresh meat was just what the barely-awakened brute needed to prepare himself for the day ahead. He finished when there were still a few mouthfuls of decent meat left on the animal. Then, he cleansed his muzzle and looked in the direction of the Grey Wolf. "Good work, Jericho. You have proved yourself worthy to your new Alpha. Welcome to Ultoris, I hope you take your hunting position seriously, he announced sternly, but a welcoming tone was also present. With a small pause, Fury continued with, "You may eat the rest of this fox, or you may present the meat to another pack member. I'm sure someone else would be willing to show you around if you wanted, but I must go do other business." Fury smiled slightly at his new hunter, and turned away to search the territory for other loners who may be lurking in the shadows. He walked away at a normal pace, his tail swaying back and forth because of the positive start to his day so far. He just hoped this male wouldn't disappoint him.

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words :: 563
tags :: @jericho
muse :: Awful.
notes :: Katja, I'm so sorry for waiting a billion years to reply to this! My Fury muse has been dead for weeks, but I hope this is good enough to end this thread. ^^

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