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Author Topic: Kindred Spirits of a Sort  (Read 85 times)

Nyx

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Kindred Spirits of a Sort
« on: April 13, 2017, 04:37:03 PM »
A simple hare was little encouragement to continue the chase for as long as the Warg had, but it was the best option she had for the moment and not too draining an excursion so why not take the chance at meat rather than let it pass for little reason and with an uncertain chance of other?

Nyx had perfected the art of being on her own and self sufficient, even if she said and thought so herself.

The creature had skittered beyond some brush, and Nyx tried to follow and find it. Slow and cautious...

Her eyes scanned about, looking, seeking, for any movement while avoiding giving away her own as she slowly entered the clearing more proper. She sniffed and could tell her quarry hasn't escaped just yet. Something else also seemed on the wind, but before Nyx could give much attention to it--other than to notice its faintness and therefore probably solitariness--her attention was drawn back to her intended target as the suspense proved too much, as it often did, and without Nyx having to attempt any flushing the hare gave itself away and darted off due to pure instinct.

The Warg grinned. Too easy...

She crouched and prepared to gain all the distance of terrain she could off that before actually rushing after her quarry. Nyx hadn't expected to overtake the creature by that alone and gave one or two more powerful strides after it until that prior scent she'd before dismissed now came back again and this time did cause the Warg to pause in further intrigue and curiosity. The hare continued on to safety, now utterly disregarded. Again Nyx didn't need the meat and it had been more precaution and...messing with?

Nyx wasn't above such.

The Warg lifted her nose and took the air again as she turned, now seeking out the source of this scent...

She identified fairly early on and her gaze settled towards the correct spot of still semi-concealing foliage. Orc! Her gaze hardened and a low growl came. Nyx had no idea if the thing had been stalking her on purpose or just come about here but she was now double wary. Still, the lone status she'd sniffed before held true. It was alone.

Therefore the Warg didn't take off immediately but stayed, a different sort of intrigued all while still guarded. "What? Are you stalking me?", she asked out challengingly in Black Speech. That would also do for telling the thing she knew it was there. Nyx would only gloat on knowing Westron if it came about to it.

{Hope location and all this works for you ^^}

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Re: Kindred Spirits of a Sort
« Reply #1 on: April 13, 2017, 07:52:42 PM »
Unlike the fleet footed Warg, the young Orc had been hunting in earnest, eager to acquire her meal for the day before easier prey went to ground and she was left chewing cold, earthy roots. Again.

Urjak had managed to sneak her way into a thicket where she had seen the skittering form of quail disappear. These birds were not meant for the consumption of the fairer races--the harsh lands these creatures dwelt in made their feathers oily and their meat blackened and gamy. Urjak boasted a pickiness that almost stayed her hand, surely roots would be better than these nasty little hissing birds.

But the pounding of racing feet and the soft squeal of prey had her own quarry taking flight. Urjak had a few precious moments to make her decision, and without much thought, she jumped up and snatched the quail from the air. She made sure to clench her fingers right into the animals keel, denting it into the birds organs, killing it instantly.


The Orc landed with a grunt back into the thick underbrush, and there she stayed as her ears and nose worked to locate the source of the interference. When she did find it, she hissed out a curse and let her body sink into frigid tension. It was a Warg, and Urjak was FAR too close for comfort.


Somehow they had wandered into each others hunt, and the only solace Urjak took was that (oddly enough) this Warg seemed to be alone. If she wasn’t, some younger pups might have joined in what appeared to be a game of chase. A hare? That was hardly a challenge for an older beast--yes---this one was alone.

Urjak would admit that it was a sense of whimsy that spurned her onward through the prickly underbrush. It was evergreen and dense, and the sappy pine smell clung to her leathers like stink on corpses. She couldn’t say it was a bad thing, it masked some of her scent---but not enough.

The Warg called her out, making the youth cringe back into the density of her cover. Cautious, but confident in her ability to climb and run, Urjak stayed in cover, but answered. “Hardly, I was catching dinner. Seems you let yours get away.”

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Re: Kindred Spirits of a Sort
« Reply #2 on: April 15, 2017, 05:08:24 PM »
{Do let me know if you need more to go off of! Nyx is still feeling out the situation, as I figure they both are ^^}

The Orc was still there, Nyx could tell, yet it hadn't leapt up and attacked just yet. Why, the Warg had to wonder. From what she knew of Orcs, it should have been first priority, and especially if this one was with others (though she almost fully believed this wasn't the case and especially now and with these sort of proofs). The fluttering birds were unnoticed, they would have required too much attention and focus even to bring one down, and Nyx had bigger fish to fry at the moment.

The safe option would have been to slink off, but Nyx was far to proud to do such before even a rabble of orcs, let alone one! Her whole life, in a sense, was proving Orcs far inferior and most certainly not to be slavers of her kind! Despite her years, she was still young all in all, and youthful rebellion and lack of knowledge shoved aside smarter apathy for all out vengeance even to the petty sort.

With a growl, Nyx approached a bit closer to the spot where the Orc was after her own challenge. The Warg looked stunned, head stiffening to attention and shock, and a sharper growl next coming at the retort given back! The cheeky nerve! She stepped even closer, giving another sniff, but could tell this Orc would probably not give away her position so lightly, all the same Nyx would find her, it was a matter of time (already had in a way and in general), she could afford to play this game for the moment. "It's a small matter", she replied, "I'll find more and at little trouble, I dare say the birds are a greater loss to you little one", a small smirk appeared on her muzzle. Nyx had no way of knowing this Orc's age, and they could be as long lived as Wargs themselves, but she assumed and went with it for the mere of sake of perhaps petty jesting to a creature she had no fondness for.

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Re: Kindred Spirits of a Sort
« Reply #3 on: Today at 03:40:30 AM »
Urjak remained still, her scent and the foolish decision to speak up was damning enough in her current situation, it might spell her doom if she were silly enough to move. Or was it? This Warg seemed as hesitant as she was to make a move, further proving the youths theory that they were both without a pack.This could either be really good, or really bad. But one thing was for sure, Urjak did NOT care for her own hesitance--she'd have to figure something out and fast.

The snuffling and growling didn’t put Urjak at ease, and she dared rumble out a snarl (though this was merely reflex) in reply. Wargs were clever and voracious hunters, and the young orc knew she was in the inferior position, but she was evasive and witty--and much more dangerous than the cony Nyx had been idling with.

At the beasts reply, Urjak had to smirk, and decided that certain risks would have to be acceptable for the sake of pride--and a clever idea. Making sure to curve her throw so that her exact location wasn't as easy to glean; the orc tossed the dead quail out from the thick underbrush she’d used for cover, letting the limp thing be her proof, and maybe even a peace offering.

“It’s only a loss now that I’ve given you my kill. Nasty little things, but there’s good, dark blood inside.” Urjak was the type of person who loved bloody, partially fermented meat. Which was why these throw-away birds were such a good prize. But for the sake of her life, she could deal with digging up moldy tubers for her dinner, and let this clever Warg enjoy the blackened flesh of the greasy bird.

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