Post by yarrick on Aug 30, 2007 14:10:46 GMT -5
((Okay a little background here. I am bringing Fang in, his profile is on the charachter board. I think it would be appropriate and somewhat fun to RP his entrance into Sallin and part of his "history" mentioned in the profile. You guys all get to kill something and rip the hunter to shreds! The hunter NPC is meant to die. He's trespassing on Sallin territory and I have a feeling he's not very well liked. Fang has no love for the human and will not interfere with this- his relationship to the hunter is strictly for business, and been given a better offer he would happily give that up. Your welcome to be suspicious of fang, and if felt needed kick him out as well, but I thought his type might fit in well here otherwise 
))
The ragged black wolf sniffed the air, as the scent of a large stag filled his sensitive canine senses. Blind in one eye, his sense of hearing and smell was much sharper then his associate, and for that matter, most of the prey he had hunted. But right now, he was focused solely on his prey and nothing else....
His associate and he had been tracking the stag for several miles now, it was an old stag and would fetch an agreeable price on the market for its hide and horns.
He had been tracking the stag using his keen wolf senses while his associate was on foot, making use of his hand tools; including a compass, and knowledge of the woods to find the swiftest way through them without letting the stag know that he was being tracked.
The stag had wandered into a deep and thicker part of the woods- a place that was rumored to be dangerous to both wolves and men, for these were packlands. But they were so close to the kill and had come so far that this concern only crossed their minds for an instant.
The stag they had been tracking stopped, and his human associate was able to get him in his sight. He carefully un-slung his rifle and silently prepared for his shot, going to one knee. Covered in thick furs and hide he blended into his surroundings in the dark woods as much as the wolf did, and the Stag still did not know of the danger awaiting it in the shadows as the two hunters set up their ambush.
At this moment, Fang circled around to block the escape of the stag should the hunter miss, or the stag detect either of their presences. This put him a great deal away from the hunter, but they were both just as used to working solo as they were as a team.
Fang’s body was scared under his fur by both marks from animals he had fought and from discipline he had recieved from the hunter when prey had escaped him. He had no love or concern for the hunter, but enough respect for the hunt to accept his place, for now.
Fang lowered down to the ground of the forest, hiding below the ferns and brushes that grew under the damp canopy. Silently waiting for his chance to strike.
Both were too concerened to concentrate on their ambush and kill to notice that they may have very well fallen into an ambush themselves…
))The ragged black wolf sniffed the air, as the scent of a large stag filled his sensitive canine senses. Blind in one eye, his sense of hearing and smell was much sharper then his associate, and for that matter, most of the prey he had hunted. But right now, he was focused solely on his prey and nothing else....
His associate and he had been tracking the stag for several miles now, it was an old stag and would fetch an agreeable price on the market for its hide and horns.
He had been tracking the stag using his keen wolf senses while his associate was on foot, making use of his hand tools; including a compass, and knowledge of the woods to find the swiftest way through them without letting the stag know that he was being tracked.
The stag had wandered into a deep and thicker part of the woods- a place that was rumored to be dangerous to both wolves and men, for these were packlands. But they were so close to the kill and had come so far that this concern only crossed their minds for an instant.
The stag they had been tracking stopped, and his human associate was able to get him in his sight. He carefully un-slung his rifle and silently prepared for his shot, going to one knee. Covered in thick furs and hide he blended into his surroundings in the dark woods as much as the wolf did, and the Stag still did not know of the danger awaiting it in the shadows as the two hunters set up their ambush.
At this moment, Fang circled around to block the escape of the stag should the hunter miss, or the stag detect either of their presences. This put him a great deal away from the hunter, but they were both just as used to working solo as they were as a team.
Fang’s body was scared under his fur by both marks from animals he had fought and from discipline he had recieved from the hunter when prey had escaped him. He had no love or concern for the hunter, but enough respect for the hunt to accept his place, for now.
Fang lowered down to the ground of the forest, hiding below the ferns and brushes that grew under the damp canopy. Silently waiting for his chance to strike.
Both were too concerened to concentrate on their ambush and kill to notice that they may have very well fallen into an ambush themselves…
))