Post by Sandtiger on Jun 12, 2012 12:47:41 GMT -8
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| [bg=Sienna]Lumescentii was now closing in on the basin where the alpha and others of his pack were supposed to be. The overwhelming scent of freshly-killed elk hit his nose like a hammer to the head as he trekked down the slightly steep terrain. It had to have been at least a year and half, when he was that young black female's age, since he had gotten a whiff, or especially a taste of elk. Elk was large prey, and Lumescentii grimaced to even think about tackling one on his own, let alone trying to do the work of separating the herd. His father had been the Lead Hunter in his old pack and had no problem with even the occasional white tailed buck on his own, but alas, Lumescentii was not quite as lucky as his father with regards to hunting skills. He has subsisted on rabbits and other, smaller prey. Birds, voles, mice, hares. But another aspect of the elk hit him as well. to be able to take down large, dangerous prey like that, was an almost fact of pack life. It made him feel shamed almost to think he had really lost his sense of what it was like to be with others. Man... I think my stomach's grumbling... I just hope this Brock lets me join. Under the now clearing brush, the bright, blue eyed male caught sight in the far distance of three or four wolves next to a dead female elk. Two wolves with wings, a younger wolf that smelt similar in blood to the other young wolf he met, and another male, who smelt somewhat differently than the others, as a loner almost. Like himself. How ironic. He noted in the back of his curious mind that a bunch of these wolves seemed to have wings, like himself. He could tell by the stronger scent which one was Brock. As Lumescentii watched, white angel wings folded tensely and tightly to his back, he gritted his teeth almost as he decided whether or not to disturb the wolven below. to him, it looked like they already had someone else to deal with besides himself, and the indecisive wolf really didn't feel that was helping him much. Sighing, and holding his tail parallel to the ground, the One Of The Wind carefully descended the last stretch of land that divided him and the other wolves. Leaping off from the steep ledge where the forest ended and the basin valley began, wings outstretched to their proud 10 foot wingspan to allow him safe landing, the male let out a loose, low howl to the other wolven, to alert them to his presence. And just to reinforce his point, Lumescentii's eyes narrowed just a bit in focus as the wind began to respond to his will. The wind shifted immediately and dramatically from the opposite direction towards that of the Southern Alpha and his fellows, to send his scent that way, so it was more noticeable. Well, at least I'm not being showy, right? Very aware of what he was doing, the cinnamon wolf, with his green markings and wisps, and stark white wings, looked almost ridiculously out of place. Padding towards them with careful steps over the rich green grass and wild flowers, he calculated what he thought was a safe, and respectful distance away and stopped when he got there, before the Wolves of the South and the other male loner. He was a few bounds away, but at hearing range. Now that he was close the male curiously glanced at all the other wolves in front of him. The winged male that was brown and black was clearly dominant, through both scent and just plain appearance, to him, and he knew this was the Brock the babysitting female had told him. His soft, blue gaze shifted to the female, who by scent hinted at being the Alpha's mate, thus the Alphess, if the customs here were the same as they were from where he was. Than if fell upon the young, beige male. He shifted his stance as though he was uncomfortable at the sight of this brown eyed male. Scents could tell you a lot, but he could simply tell from the look in this male's eyes that he was the black female's brother. They both had the same look in their eyes, if you looked hard enough, like they had both lost something. He glanced at the other loner, but felt it awkward. His primary concern, rude as it was perhaps, was on the Southerners, not the other male. Sighing softly, Lumescentii's blue eyes twinkled in a soft, foreboding way before the cinnamon, green marked male folded his wings and simply sat down. He just sat there, on his haunches, tail curled around, white underbelly was evident, as well as his wooden necklace. His ears lay low on his head, though not flattened, his muzzle tilted more towards the earth than to the other faces around him, eyes the same as his muzzle. The male simply said in his formal tone, -"I know I'm interrupting something important, but if you may, find it in you to forgive me. My name is Lumescentii, One of the Wind, son of Shayde and Waquila. I don't believe this is the customary way to try and join a pack here, as I am a foreigner... but I seek to join the Southern pack. I humbly resign myself to your paws," Ya, and if they decide to rip me to shreds, I'm not going to be flying out of here unscathed, if I make it out... Lyrics: N/A Notes: N/A OOC: N/A |
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