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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 20 2013, 04:44 AM (69 Views) | |
| Niru Icefang | Apr 20 2013, 04:44 AM Post #1 |
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OOC: Hope I did this okay. ^^' Anyone is welcome to join. :) The brothers' warriors have remained name and species-less so maybe if someone wants to hop in as one. feel more than free! Anyone could be the creatures they're tracking too, I'm totally open. :D ------------------------ IC: ------------------------ Niru and his brothers were far from home. The name of Icefang was one to be feared, more now than ever before, perhaps, as the triplets took a small band of their most vicious warriors and traveled south; leaving a trail of death and destruction everyplace they went. They came from the north, eager for plunder and more supple lands. Naught but the fiercest of beasts following them, creatures born for battle and bloodshed. The northern families were ferocious, brutal; and the Icefang brothers were its perfect example. Born of sturdy, wolverine stock; the Icefangs were nowhere near as large as their cousins further north. Instead they were more compact and longer of limb, built for a life closer to lands where snow was not the undisputed master of all things. Covered in shaggy chocolate fur that varied to tawny, all three of the triplets bore white war-markings dusted in limestone chalk and dye. Each wore his face different, and it was through this fashion the otherwise identical triplets could be told apart. Balor was the eldest though nobeast could tell it by look. Across his fearsome eyes a wide chalk line created a simple mask, the tips of his ears marked in the same fashion. Niru, in turn, rubbed his jowls and snout with the powder, making it look as though his fangs were largely extended and exaggerated. And the youngest brother, Forgall, marked his entire face in skeletal fashion. He was perhaps the most notable of the three since nobeast had ever heard him speak. Though all three were identical triplets, there was something in Forgall’s ebony eyes which just wasn’t quite right…and most beasts could see it immediately. It was the one thing which set the creature apart from the others besides his war-markings. Due to this the wolverines’ warriors largely avoided the youngest brother, opting to report and speak to either the stern Balor or sly Niru. Evening saw the brothers and their nine paw-selected northland barbarians marching, stern-faced, steadily south. A lazy sun, blazing and fat, resembled the face of a burnished coin of brass. Polished and fiery it loomed just mere minutes from setting beyond the emerald ocean, the western waters hugging a sloping coastline which was rocky and bordered by caves. All was quiet and still, no gulls called in the failing light of sunset, the shore birds had all departed to roost. It left the craggy beach desolate and eerie as the skies slowly darkened, a light fog rolling in with a brisk wind which seemed to pick up almost immediately after the last of the sun’s rays dipped below the blue-green horizon. In the stone light of dusk their shapes became barely visible against the northern vastness. Southward they trudged, naught but a dark mass until night settled in around the North Coast, the waters quietly rolling and lapping at weary footpaws which marched doggedly onward in stoic silence. The three stately shapes that led the marching mass became naught but sinister silhouettes barely outlined in the evening shadows. Only the stars outlined their motion, though their feral, calculated movements betrayed a distant sense of danger. Suddenly the wolverines halted at the edge of the cliffs, pausing to survey their surroundings as their warriors fell in behind them. There was several moments’ silence. Finally somebeast spoke. “Wot’s th’plan?” A husky voice sounded from the shadowy mass. Balor turned his head only slightly, offering the gathered warriors a sideways glance as he spoke in a calm, controlled voice which was just nigh of a whisper. “There isn’t one yet until we know what manner of beasts there are and how many.” “’Urry up then.” Another voice growled. Yet another beast agreed. “Aye! Marchin’ all day trackin’ some measly prints that might be nothin’ at’all!” More murmurs of discontent ensued. The wolverine turned back to his brothers as they crouched, huddle-style, a spear’s length from their waiting soldiers. “You’d best go now, Niru.” Balor said as he scratched at his chin idly and fondled the hilt of a broadsword belted at the small of his back. “I’ve a feeling they’re itching to riot.” “I think you’re right, but t’be fair, we haven’t seen battle in a score of days now.” Niru responded as he swiftly strung a powerful longbow and checked the brown-flighted arrows in his greased quiver. He gave a satisfied nod and stood. “Wait until I return unless I give a whistle. That’ll mean I’ve found trouble.” With the agility of a born athlete, Niru then departed, easily scaling the jagged rocks of the cave-encrusted cliffs, tracking the creatures he and his brothers had been tailing for the past three days. Balor simply snorted after his departing brother and commented dryly to himself, “When don’t you find trouble, little brother?” Quietly Forgall sniggered into a cupped paw. He was cuffed soundly by Balor which caused the youngest sibling to yelp and fall backwards. Balor simply sneered as the younger wolverine wriggled his nose oddly and rubbed at it where he’d been struck, smearing a slow trickle of blood all over his handpaw, arm and jerkin in an exaggerated fashion. Balor turned away disgustedly and stared after the direction Niru had disappeared. He hoped the beast would return soon. He never did like being alone with Forgall… Meanwhile, Niru carefully worked his way along the craggy cliffs, straining his ears hard for the tell-tale noises of living beasts. He climbed for what seemed an eternity before part of the cliff plateau’d, giving him a choice view of the scene below. He could see the faint outlines of his brothers, or their warriors, rather. He’d wandered off course climbing and wound up moving further north. For this he cursed himself and was about to correct it until his sharp ears caught something. The sinewy wolverine froze solid and listened… It was definitely voices. His heart leapt, maybe these were the beasts they’d been tracking! Maybe they’d doubled back and climbed the cliffs to lose them! Of course, it made so much sense. Moving with a predator’s grace, Niru climbed close to the noise, and as he did so he began to pick up the sounds of conversation…there was definitely somebeast up on a ledge above. Moving quietly, the hunter left his bow slung across his shoulder and opted to pull his curved, hunting knife. This he clenched in his fist tightly as he peered carefully over the crest of the ledge, hoping to catch sight of his quarry so he could note their species and number. |
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| Captain Twig | Apr 20 2013, 10:22 AM Post #2 |
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OOC:Jolly good form, actually, sah. ^^ In fact...I'm going to copy your layout, wot! Hope y'don't mind me joinin' th'fray. 8) I can't post quite as long as you, sorry for that. DX ------------------------ IC: ------------------------ “Seems jolly well risky, wot. I don’t like it one bit.” “Nobeast asked if ye liked it, Corporal. Now siddown and button your lip, sah!” “I’m just sayin’ it seems a mite foolish, Sarge.” “Did ye not hear me th’first time, laddie buck!?” “Stow it, both of you! I think I hear Frisko.” The Captain’s words were confirmed when the unmistakable Lieutenant Frisko Darkfell slipped easily back into the small outcrop. The veranda of the plateau gave way to broken crags of granite stone which made for a cave-like hiding place amongst scattered shale and scree. It allowed the small patrol to keep something solid to their backs and their eyes on all entrances. Frisko slipped inside like a moon shadow, almost invisible to the keen Patroller’s eyes. His dark, sable fur aided to that, some strange shade of mahogany brown that could seem a dark red in natural light. In starlight, however, he was not but a smooth patch of ripples disguised in dyed jerkin leather and carrying no steel. Instead the slim Lieutenant carried hardwood javelins and a notched thrower in a waxed carrier. Little else showed on his striking form. He gave a solid salute before kneeling with the other hares and giving his report. “I counted twelve, sah. Twelve all together including the three bigbeasts leadin’ ‘em. They’re camped down at the base o’ th’cliff. Regrouping, I’d s’pose. I couldn’t gather what their plan was, couldn’t get close enough t’hear ‘em, wot.” “That’s alright, Lieutenant.” Captain Twig took a long breath as he tightened his grip about his saber hilt. His eyes dropped to the dust beneath his feetpaws as he strove to think. The portly, strong-voiced Sergeant Bellows gave the patch-work Captain a questioning look. “Cap’n? Orders, sah?” “They’ve been tracking us this entire time, and doing a good job of it.” Captain Twig furrowed his brows in frustration. “I just wish I jolly well knew what they were trying t’do, wot! You’d think they’d have attacked sooner, when we were in the open.” “They most likely just hung back, sah.” Frisko remarked calmly. “Wouldn’t you? You’re a bloomin’ scout officer. Would you waste your wind chasin’ after some flippin’ quickbeasts when you knew you could track them that same bally night?” “Still, they picked up our trail even though we covered it.” The irritable Corporal Brunwen remarked. “Shows a bit o’ initiative, wot.” “That’s what I’m worried about, these aren’t normal vermin… Normal vermin, from the sea or otherwise, would have given up to chase easier prey by now.” “You’re right, there, Cap’n.” The Sergeant agreed and nodded his grizzled face. “So wot’s t’be done?” Captain Twiggletuff De Fformelo Tussock could only take another long breath and close his eyes once more in thought. It seemed that, for the time being, the patrol would have to wait for their commanding officer to make up his mind before any orders would be issued. Edited by Captain Twig, Apr 20 2013, 10:23 AM.
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| Niru Icefang | Apr 20 2013, 03:09 PM Post #3 |
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OOC: Yay, glad I could be of help with my post layout and whatnot. lol xD Glad to have you. Don't sweat post-length though. Mine are just long because I have multiple characters I think. x3 ------------------------ IC: ------------------------ Niru heard every word. Stealing back, he tried to follow his exact trail back down the rocks, picking a careful way, being extra careful to not make excess noise. Once he was on the sand he allowed himself to breathe easy as he back-tracked along the cliff to regroup with his brothers. He appeared at the warrior’s backs, causing several to turn in warning. When the vermin saw it was Niru they simply grunted and parted to let him pass. Balor was looking impatient as he stood idly by. Forgall, however, was amusing himself digging up sandfly grubs and crab husks, grunting in the nearby darkness with feral delight. Balor ignored him and instead spoke to Niru. “So what did you find?” “Long-ears, not the sort we know. They talk funny.” Niru answered as he snatched a meadskin from his brother’s belt and took a long drought. He swallowed the fiery liquid before adding, “I only heard about four different voices, couldn’t get a good look. There are a bunch of boulders up there blockin’ th’way.” Balor immediately nodded and gestured to the waiting vermin. They instantly began preparing themselves for the climb. Niru paused before taking another drink from the skin. “What are you doing?” Balor looked at him as though he were stupid. “Climbing up to ambush them.” Niru blinked and shook his head. “Did you not hear me? I said I wasn’t sure how many there are.” Balor turned his head to observe his waiting barbarians. They bristled with eagerness, their eyes blazing with the lust for battle. The eldest wolverine shrugged as he scratched his chin. “A dozen Icefang warriors, and you are worried about numbers?” He chuckled as he chose a path and began climbing. “Stay here if you like, little brother. If it worries you so. I, however, have faith in the strength of our steel.” Niru frowned visibly as he watched the backs of his brethren. He swiveled an ear as Forgall padded up behind him and stood to his left. The youngest wolverine turned to Niru and issued what seemed to be a grunt-like whimper around a mouthful of crabshells and flyspawn. Niru just issued a sigh and started after the others slowly. “Come on, Forgall. We better make sure he doesn’t get himself slayed.” Quietly obedient, the young Forgall just followed after his older sibling in silence. Balor and a gray fox called Notchpaw reached the crest first. They listened for voices and checked for movement. Seeing nothing they quickly breasted the rise and helped the others get to firm, flat ground. Niru and Forgall arrived just in time to be the last beasts helped up. “Decided to come along, eh?” Balor hissed at his brother with a smirk. Niru just frowned. “Lead on, oh great warrior. I came to watch your cleverness at work!” He whispered back hoarsely. With a reckless smile Balor divided his forces, sending his warriors in pairs to each opening in the formation he could see in starlight. He took the bow-wielding Notchpaw, and so Niru took Forgall, giving the younger wolverine the paw-gesture for ‘hush’ as he drew his knife and crept slowly forward. Niru strained his ears for voices as he drifted slowly into a narrow passage between two boulders. Forgall remained close behind him, his foul breath on the nape of Niru’s neck, causing him to sneer. But he did not halt, carefully he continued forward. It was so quiet now…he wondered why he couldn’t hear voices anymore…had the hares moved on…? Edited by Niru Icefang, Apr 20 2013, 03:10 PM.
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