YellowStone River

Subject: YellowStone River Wed May 29, 2013 5:32 pm

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Yellowstone River is the main landmark that stands for the boundary between the two clans. It stretches for miles. The clans unite here whenever there is a full moon or eclipse. Wolves may venture here and speak to one another from opposite clans safely but may not cross the line.

Predators:

Bears
Coyotes
Wolves

Prey:

Deer
Rabbits
Fish
Small Rodents

Wolf Breed : Eurasian Wolf Prints : 4543

Azura looked over at the approaching male, her eyes soft and her tail wagging. "Isn't it wonderful, this place will be much more lively with pups running around." Her voice full of warmth and soothing to the ear. 'Pups...will i ever..' The thought caused her to pause a second before shrugging the feeling away.

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Tue Jun 25, 2013 11:19 pm

Snowflower nodded. She smiled and rammed into the bear. But a while later, she heard Calla call to go fishing instead. As the bear ran away, the fae said a few words, apologizing. She went over to Calla, Dale, Grimthorne and Azura. "Oh! I know how to fish."she exclaimed enthusiastically. "I watched grizzly bears like the one just now fish, that's how I learned."she said, her eyes gleaming.

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Tue Jun 25, 2013 11:38 pm

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As Azura mentioned pups Grim's face twisted into a look of confusion, his head going sideways and his brows raised in astonishment. "Wh-" he was going to ask who was pregnant, but shut his mouth quickly. He still had issues asking questions, so of course he was rather nervous about it. In the end he decided it was best to leave it be. He simply wagged his tail happily and let out a soft yip of joy to tell whoever was carrying congratulations. Secretly Grimthorne was over joyed at the thought of having pups running around. His mom had always said pups were a joy, but then again she also told stories about how mischievous Grim and his siblings were as a children and how much stress they had caused his dad.

Despite the fact Grimthorne would probably be the most terrible father ever, he had always wanted pups. He wanted to be able to have a family to love a much as they love him, to teach the pups all the basics of life and how to hold up their own. He wanted more then anything in this world was to love and be love and feel and sense of importance. He wasn't sure if these pups would be in the same pack as him, but he silently hoped they would. The male had always been curious about pups, having never been around them he wanted to know more about them, and he admired them in ways he couldn't explain. They were young and innocent with no idea what the world would hold, the pain that would come in their life.

He sighed softly and listened to Snowflower's short story of how she learned to fish. Come to think of it Grimthorne wasn't quite sure exactly how to fish. Growing up he only went to the river for a drink, food was plenty enough in the forest for his pack to always hunt livestock animals. Sure his dad had sort of informed him on the basics but Grim had never tried it out himself, so who knows how good he'd be at this. He'd most likely not do very well, but it never hurt to try? He would have some difficulties, not to mention his side that had been stomped all over by a 400 lb bear was killing him.

Letting out a small sigh he shifted his body slightly and winced at the sharp pain in his side. "I never officially learned to hunt fish" he said softly in a feeble attempt to start a conversation with the white furred female. "My dad had told me to wait till you see the silver body below you and then leap, aiming for it and clamping your jaws around it, killing it right then and there. I had never tried the method myself though so I don't think I'd be a very good fisher."

Addressed: Snowflower
Mentioned: His mom, dad, past pack, Azura, Snowflower
Song of the moment: Mama by My Chem.
Muse: pretty good
Tone: Nervous, insecure
Word Count: 487
Side Notes: Woot a got a better post out this time!

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Subject: Re: YellowStone River Wed Jun 26, 2013 1:52 pm

Z silently crept through the few trees that surrounded the river. The wolf walking these woods was Zoë, but there was something different about her. This wolfs pupils were dilated and was so much shier then Z, if that was possible. Z had lost her sanity almost completely and it wasn't the best time for it. There is never a good time to loose all sanity apart from times when you are close to the end but Z was far from it. The stench of grizzly's and blood was in the air which added to the eerie feel. The fae was weaving in and out of trees when she finally came to a clearing where Calla, Snowflower, Grimthorne and Azura stood before her. She only recognised these wolves, the rest were just shadows.

Zoë attempted to walk over to Grim and tell him she wasn't save and neither were they until she had regained sanity. Food and water was all she needed but a lot of it. The noise in her ears got louder which caused an irritating pain that made her knees buckle and she fell to the ground. Again, the small wolf tried to stand but only stumbled again. The pain was constantly growing until the point that Z was rolling on the floor, scratching at her ears. "please, m-m s-s" All Z could manage now was hisses and moans. She was trying so hard to move backwards to get the pain to stop, she was acting crazy but this was only because she was.

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Wed Jun 26, 2013 2:38 pm

Swagity Swagain Grimmy ruined a post again.

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Wed Jun 26, 2013 3:03 pm

Zoë was scared, she was now just a soul trapped in an insane body. She felt so guilty, she was scaring Grim but he was scaring her, he stank of grizzly blood which automatically made her think he was one as her sight had gone now. Weakly, trying to fight it, she got up and inched back slowly, hoping it would all just end, but the pain was just to strong and again she fell to the floor. "G-g-rim" Z managed to say slowly as she fought, her eyes pleading him.

She was crying, the small wolf was trying to keep as much of her body as she could but she was quickly losing the battle, she knew the end was nigh, the next word she was going to try and say would probably be her last "s-s-so-orry" and with that, Z fell completely to the ground, still breathing but rather slowly. Zoë was slipping in to a coma, she was so sick and tired of all the needles beating of her heart, it wasn't going to get better.

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Thu Jun 27, 2013 2:43 am

Calla chuckled."Yes he would."At her confusion though she looked curious, Calla nodded."Yes, on every night of a full moon, it is." Call shifted with some difficulty before settling down again, she was careful not to be too close the the edge of the rivers bank. Even though she was pregnant, Calla still felt strong enough to fish. Even though she might possibly fall in, she would be cautious but be ever joyful while the pack worked together to fish for food. She had come to the conclusion that what ever fish was caught, it would be a feast for everyone to enjoy after the game.
The Soarele female perked her ears when Grimthorne returned beside them. She noticed his posture and smiled slightly. Such a loyal wolf, she thought, quite wary of the pack rules of the ranks, she noted. This pleased her. She nodded to his greeting. Calla noticed he seemed uneasy but she gave the wolf a reassuring glance. Poor thing, she thought.
Grimthorne had asked that what was going on but before Calla could answer she laughed at Azura's excitement."Indeed." she agreed, her eyes bright with joy. Snowflower had accompanied them. Calla nodded to her before stiffening at Snowflowers statement."I'm sure we'll see some great competition within the game, then."She grinned before gazing at the water a moment to gather he thoughts. Conversation flowed.
Calla learned that Grimthorne wasn't much of a fisher but she surpassed this. It was only a game after all. Calla didn't remove the note she'd mentally placed in her mind that Grimthorne was different from others. Perhaps she ought to confront him later on the situation. When she heard a bark of alarm, Calla was on her feet and stumbled by the weight of the pup. A wave of nausea passed over her but she shook it off and stumbled towards where she could see Grimthorne.
Upon reaching him, she yelped at the sight of the female that lay at his feet. She was weak from lack of food and water. She nuzzled her muzzle with a soft whine before going to her side and trying topress her to her feet."Come on Zoe," she said,"Once you have had food and water, you'll be alright.On your feet."Calla was so easily weakened with the pup inside her however, that she slumped to the grass, panting. She looked to Grimthorne to help. Perhaps he could at least get the female food. That would be enough to get Zoe back on her feet.

(One of my longests posts here lol. This needs to be solved though cause the contest has to get into gear.)

Wolf Breed : Eurasian Wolf Prints : 4543

Azura watched with confusion as z went down. "Maybe the first to catch the most fish for z wins?" Her tail was no longer wagging, excitement gone from her eyes. Her thoughts were a blur and she struggled to make out what they meant.

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Thu Jun 27, 2013 12:17 pm

Grimthorne watched, desperate and lost as Zoë struggled, obviously in pain. His mouth was gaping, his eyes looking around frantically as he tried to think of what he could do to help. When he had his bouts of insanity he just wanted everyone to leave him alone, but he guessed he couldn't leave Z alone and when Grim had jumped into that river if she had left him alone he would have been dead. He had to think, what could he do for her? He guessed getting her food would help, like Calla had said but honestly he needed to sit himself down and calm down before he tried to do anything.

He did not have time to calm down though, Z could be dieing. Now was not the time to think about his own mentality. Taking a deep breath and sniffed inward, taking in all the scents. He knew little to nothing about fishing so he guessed he would find a hare to hunt for her. To his relief there was hare in the area, the scent was rather stale but he had confidence that he would find it. Keeping his nose close to the ground he followed the stale scent, it slowly becoming more and more fresh until he could see the small body of the hare.

It was a small hare, probably female and she didn't have much bones on her body but it would do, after all it was the only thing he could catch in this area. So, crouching low the male preparing to leap at it, his muscles bunches up and his blue eyes intense. Prowling forward slowly he got up as close as he dared to the rabbit then sprung out at it, a loud bark. His paws closed around nothing as the hare slipped, causing Grim to miss it by an itch.

With a low growl the male gave chase, bounding quickly across the ground painfully and awkwardly because of his injury and gaining up on the rabbit as it slowly lost energy and slowed down. Swooping his head down close to it he closed his mouth around it's small, frail neck and snapped it easily, skidding to a stop with the rabbit's limp body still in his mouth. Panting heavily he waited only a short second to sort of grip his breath before standing up, wincing in pain and walking as quickly as he could be to the group. He dropped the rabbit beside Z's head and nudged at the side of her head carefully with a low whine. "Come on.. just wake up please."

Addressed: Zoë
Mentioned: Zoë, Calla
Song of the moment: Basket Case by Green Day
Muse: pretty good
Tone: Nervous, worried
Word Count: 438
Side Notes: I actually have muse. WOOOT

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Thu Jun 27, 2013 12:34 pm

Z's head was pounding but at least the stinging pain was gone. She could hear Calla and Grimthorne trying to get her up. Zoë was too, trying to get up. Then the scent of a hare wafted to her nostrils. Slowly, the small fae began to open her eyes, which were greeted by a small hare. Instantly Z put her jaws around it and began to eat until there was now more, just a pile of bones. It was only then, she stood and saw Grim and Calla. "oh, I'm so sorry, did you want some?" She had remembered nothing of the small incident that just happened, but then she saw all the grass and marks in the floor.

That's when it hit her, she had done that. "Oh..." she gasped "I'm so, SO sorry!" she looked at them both for forgiveness, so grateful for what they had done, then she also looked over at Azura and asked for forgiveness from her as well. Something was different about calla though. She looked closer when her eyes locked on her belly "and you're with pup! How wonderful!" Z really liked youngones, they didn't understand her but they had a reason not to.

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Thu Jun 27, 2013 1:40 pm

Calla watched tiredly as Grimthorne had stayed at Zoe's side a while longer. Impatient as Calla was at this time, she was about to growl at him when he'd already bounded away. She sighed and watched over the hurt female in his absence. She had noticed that Grimthorne sounded very worried and concerned over Zoe's well being. She wondered if they may have feelings for each other and a grin curled at her lips. How interesting that would be, she thought.
Upon Grimthornes return, Calla smelled the death of a hare and saw him set the kill near Zoe's feet. The Soarele leader sat up to a lop-sided sitting position as she watched her eat. Her eyes blinked at the sudden apologies and Calla laughed, shook her head."Not at all, Zoe. I'm glad your alright now."She glanced down at her stomach when she noticed it.
Calla herself was more than overjoyed. Soon, she would need to head to the den, she supposed. Another thought of where Cieco may have been crossed her mind. Despite his absence she was still fine with handling the birth on her own, though she doubted herself. She was to be a mother and nothing would please her more than a first born. She hoped to nurture it the way her mother did when she was a pup.
Blinking from her thoughts, the pregnant female moved to the water once more and quenched her thirst there. She turned to the others afterwards and barked for their attention."Alright everyone, ready to fish?"He eyes gleamed now with anticipation and a small challenge towards her pack. The game would be good, perhaps something that would brighten everyones spirits, she hoped, mainly Grimthornes.

Wolf Breed : Eurasian Wolf Prints : 4543

Azura sighed softly feeling her worry melt away. "No need to apologize zoe." Nudging the fae's shoulder she turned her attention on grim, she had watch him closely and it seemed he was stiff. "Maybe you should take it easy, a good old fishing contest will probably help relax you." She wagged her tail before following after calla. 'Pups...' She still didn't know any of the wolves well and she doubted she would fall for some one so soon. And she also doubted anyone could like her in that way. So if it was looking after the pups of her pack mates she didn't mind.

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Thu Jun 27, 2013 2:44 pm

Grimthorne watched curiously as Z seemingly went back to normal ol' Z, just like that. She ate the full hare then right after apologized to them, which caused Grim to smile softly and shake his head. "No, you needed it and we're about to hunt fish so I really didn't need any food." He sighed and sat down, though food sounded good. It seemed like he hadn't eaten in ages so he was starving, but he wouldn't need to make Z feel bad for eating all the rabbit, he had caught it for her anyways and she seemed to need it more then anyone else.

"You don't need to apologize Z, it's not your fault." He sighed softly and looked quickly over to Calla when Z said she was with a pup, looking over the female he nodded slightly. Looking closer he did notice the small lump in her stomach, so thats who had a pup coming? He smiled and thumped his tail happily. "Congradulations Calla!" his voice was cheerful, but still weighed down with slight worry for Z mainly. Was she really alright now? He didn't wan her to have another panic attack while fishing and fall in or something, what if some giant fish came and ate her? That would have been bad.

He nodded to Calla, and said softly, "yeah I'm ready now as long as everyone is all good now I'm up for a good fish." He turned to face Azura when she said a fishing contest would probably relax him. He smiled brightly, secretly slightly nervous that so many people were taking notice of his nervous behavior. "M-Maybe" he said softly with a shrug of his shoulders. Little did these wolves know, Grimthorne was always nervous and awkward it was just who he was it was very rare that he wasn't.

Addressed: Zoë, Calla, Azura
Mentioned: Zoë, Calla, Azura
Song of the moment: Wishing Well by Blink 182
Muse: pretty good
Tone: Nervous, worried
Word Count: 308
Side Notes: I actually have muse. WOOOT

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Thu Jun 27, 2013 2:58 pm

Calla faced everyone as they gathered around. Grimthorne had congratulated her on her newest family member about to be born. She smiled at him and nodded."Thank you Grimthorne."She chuckled. He seemed to be in a better mood. The brightness of his tone was very pleasing to Calla. Much better, she thought. Everyone seemed to be excited about the Fishing contest and Calla wagged her tail back and forth furiously. Her own excitement rose and now she addressed all before her.
"For the contest, you will each take up a place along the bank, be sure it's a good place to fish, or yu won't catch anything." She paused a moment to take in her small point of humor. She knew everyone would do great."Once I give the signal, you will all try to catch as many fish as you possibly can. Afterwards, we feast on our catches!" She nodded then."You all may take your positions now if there are no questions."

Wolf Breed : Eurasian Wolf Prints : 4543

Azura tipped her head as she listened to calla's instructions. With a nod she head towards the river, making sure not to cast her shadow she crouched low and watched. Ears perking she waited for calla's signal to start. 'This should be interesting.' She hummed to herself, eyes darting about.

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Thu Jun 27, 2013 3:08 pm

(nothing to post about)
Grimthorne nodded at Calla instructions and walked over, following Azura. He took a seat next to the female, over looking the river as it rushed by him. He figured Z wasn't gonna come finishing with them, that was fine he would try his best to catch fish, and he would probably fail miserably but he would at least try his best to catch something.

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Thu Jun 27, 2013 3:16 pm

When Calla waited for the others to take their places, she herself did the same. She had some trouble settling for she needed to be careful about the pup but she seemed to manage alright. Once in position Calla give the signal. It was a high pitched yelp so she wouldn't scare the fish away if she backed."Go!"

(Okay now we post in the contest topic from here on and roll the dice as we rp.)

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Fri Jun 28, 2013 2:10 am

Xenon moved on forward, ears perking at the flowing water. Just as he expected, he knew he would eventually come across of his own kind, wolves. As dehydrated as he was, Xenon could care less about them for the moment. If anything, a drink would be the only thing in mind that would satisfy him and his thirst.
The black male lowered his thick head, till the water came in contact with the tip of his dry muzzle.

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Fri Jun 28, 2013 2:20 am

Calla had signaled to the others that the contest was done by leaving the water. She stumbled onto the bank, didn't bother to shalke the water from her coat, and left her catches where they were to go away in a shaded area to rest. As she did however, she caught a scent nearby and found a black wolf at the bank quenching his thirst. Calla looked curiously at him before a wave of panic came over her when her rear dropped to the ground. She was tired. Calla lowered to lay relaxing on her side and kept her gaze on the new wolf, panting.

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Fri Jun 28, 2013 2:33 am

Satisfied enough, he raised his head and panted slightly from the fast drinking pace. His dry eyes moved over the land, until they reached a sitting figure. Xenon lowered, then raised his head again, nose twitching with smell. What now? He's not the professional at meeting wolves, but he's not new to it either. His paws took a few steps forward, halfway distance from the other wolf.

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Fri Jun 28, 2013 2:49 am

Calla watched the wolf quietly as he inched towards her. She gave him a polite nod before speaking."Hello" she greeted. Her gaze was warming and welcoming. The stranger looked to be nervous but perhaps she was mistaken.

Wolf Breed : Eurasian Wolf Prints : 4543

Azura trudged out of the water gratefully, following after calla glad to leave the river behind. 'Too much water...' A shiver passed through her as she flopped herself into a sitting position a foot away from the lead female. Eyes roaming she noticed calla was watching and greeting another wolf. Ears perking azura turned to face the unfamiliar wolf. "Greetings."

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Mon Jul 01, 2013 9:38 pm

Sitting next to the pile of fish next to him Grimthorne panted softly and shook the water from his fur. Looking at the other two who had been in the contest Grimthorne noticed much to his surprise he had caught the most. It was really quite a shocking moment as Grimthorne had never fished and he hadn't even waded deeper like the two females had. It was really just luck that had helped the brute catch more fish, plus he was only ahead by one or two fish. Really he had nothing to be so proud of, it was simply just luck that had allowed him to catch more fish.

With a soft shrug of his shoulders Grim stood up after regaining his breath and walked over slowly to Calla, his tail wagging softly though his body closer to the ground so he was shorter then the female. "Nice job fishing Calla, you did really good considering you're expecting a puppy. Although the male was excited and happy about the pup, he was quite easily distracted as a grey and black feather fluttered between the two wolves. Tilting his head slightly Grimmy looked up through bright blue eyes, much to his surprise seeing no bird. He was strangely fascinated by the feather, having never seen one just stray like that. Whenever he saw a feather it was attached to a bird, even if this bird was dead or not.

Being deeply distracted by this rather large sized feather Grimthorne trailed off of his conversation with the alpha, crouching lower to the ground then he already was and keep his eyes fixed on the feather. It was now stuck in a thorn bush, the wind tugging at his dangerously and threatening to rip it away from Grimthorne. He would not stand for it, he wouldn't let the wind take his feather away, even if that meant getting several thorns lodged into his skin, he wanted that feather with a burning passion.

Prowling forward he got up close to the thorn bush and stalked around it a few times, studying it and trying to figure out how the safest way to get the feather was. Just as he was going to give up on it the wind finally pulled his feather away and floating it further away. With a growl of annoyance Grimthorne gave chase to the feather, running after it quickly as the wind blew it further from him.

Grim's luck from the fishing contest had worn out, because now the feather was floating happily down stream. Mouth gaping open he walked slowly beside the river, following the feather at a slow enough pace for him to catch his breath. After a few more seconds passed of him following the feather he realized it would probably never drift closer to him or get stuck on a rock, if he didn't jump into the river he would loose the feather he already went so far to rescue.

Gulping he stopped his chase and backed up some, taking a deep breath and then running. As his paws touched the edge of the land he leaped and for an instant was happy with just that, soaring briefly through the air as if he was a bird until he body clashed with the freezing water. The water was once again soaking his brown fur and making it much heavier. The feeling water stinging against his pale blue eyes was all to familiar and for an instant he panicked. His paws moved madly, splashing water everywhere as his head bobbed up and down in the water, though this time he held his breath with no desire to die.

He wanted nothing more then to catch this feather, and as he finally regained enough calm air to know what to do he doggy paddled around, looking every which way until he saw the feather floating further away from him. As he began to run out of breath he took a quick gulp of air before holding it tight and swimming steadily over to his feather, grabbing it quickly with his mouth and trying his hardest not to let any water in.

Smiling in pride he swam frantically over to the shore, pulling himself up and spitting his feather on the ground in a small puddle of water. Breathing in deeply he shook out his fur and sat for a moment, observing his proud catch and breathing deeply. Sure to most wolves it only looked like a plain old feather, but Grim being the way he was found meaning in everything, even this feather. He had always thought of birds as symbols of freedom, being able to fly free where ever you please and not being tied down by anyone. It was just marvelous and he secretly admired the small creatures.

So, that meant this feather was Grimthorne's very own personal symbol of freedom. It was a lovely feather too, so Grimthorne could wear it proudly without the worries of it being ugly. Smiling softly he picked the feather back up and craned his neck awkwardly to place it in his fur on his chest, below his muzzle and over to the left some. Smiling proudly and joyfully the male made his was slowly back over to Calla, still dripping wet from his journey to catch his feather.

As he came up to the female he sat back down, his wet fur sticking to his body and making him look a little smaller but still fairly big. "S-Sorry to have run off like that" he said softly, crouching low again and keeping his eyes fixed on the ground. He hadn't thought about how rude he had been before, actually he hadn't thought much at all but now that he had returned to Calla he felt awful. "You see.. I got rather distracted by this lovely feather a bird had dropped.. I felt as if I needed to catch it.."

Addressed: Calla
Mentioned: Calla, Azura
Song of the moment: Scene Two- Rodger Rabbit By Sleeping With Sirens
Muse: OMG I'M DROWNING IN MUSE FOR ONCE. THANK THE LORD.
Tone: Happy, apologetic
Word Count: 1006
Side Notes: ...My muse... its... EVERYWHERE

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Mon Jul 01, 2013 9:49 pm

To lazy to get table...

Calla breathed in the scents around her. The catch lay where she'd left it and while distracted by the black male nearby, Grimthorne had come up to her."Thank you."She said with a smile."You did well yourself."She was about to say more but she could only laugh when Grim went after a flying feather. SHe was chuckling when he had returned but she frowned at his new expression."No need for apologies."She said, shaking her head."You must of had fun!"She wagged her tail back and forth grinning at the male.

Subject: Re: YellowStone River Mon Jul 01, 2013 10:11 pm

Shaking his head he looked up at the female with the smallest hint of a smile. "Oh no.. it was pure luck that I caught any fish at all, I've never really fished before so I was quite surprise when I got even one catch." He glanced over at the fish and wagged his tail slightly, even if he thought it was just luck he still felt proud he had caught more then the others, but he wouldn't gloat about it or anything, everyone did great. Thats one of the many things that were taken seriously by his parents, it was counted as rude to gloat about something as it may make others around you feel degraded.

When she said he didn't need to apologize he shrugged softly, he still felt like it had been necessary so he would not take back what he said. "Oh well... it was kinda frustrating at first but I guess I did enjoy myself. My only hope had been that the feather gave me a chance to catch it before it went and plunged itself in the river." After he spoke he paused and smiled sheepishly, noticing how incorrect that was. "W-Well... it wasn't exactly the feather. Feathers cannot control their actions as they are inanimate objects, it was simply being controlled by the wind."

Addressed: Calla
Mentioned: Calla, his old pack
Song of the moment: Battle Of One By 30 Seconds To Mars
Muse: Meh its alright
Tone: Normal, nervous
Word Count: 223
Side Notes: And now its left me

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