So the next story part is done... just I have yet to get around to typing it up. Will do it after I take a shower though.
Procrastinating... patience.
In progress...
At school. Please wait...
Typing!
DONE! rolleyes
Yah, my birthday is fast approaching. Monday March 12th to be exact. Presents will be loved but not necessary rolleyes
I wonder what the items in the march envelope will be? (hint hint) And on the topic of items... I've been wondering what you all think would be a good avatar for me. Why am I asking? Well I'm terrible with putting stuff together (clothing, especially in Gaia) and it'd be nice if you could think of a set-up for me!
More expensive gift idea(lol): My first ever item I quested for, a were tail.
Well, cya in a bit!
Dante’s mind raced with excitement. This hunt would be tough on not just Dante and Bec, but on everyone seasoned to it. The pack was growing in size; it had grown to the point of being called the largest without a doubt in any mind. Pups were being born; mates were joining their mates in the pack. Too many mouths to feed and not enough free to go out and hunt for the food.
“I have thought of a new way for the hunt to work this time,” Jors spoke silently to the males and females who would hunt. None dared interrupt the already soured alpha. Most had challenged him and lost, Cay’s defeat reminded them of that. Jors had once again proven that his age hindered his leadership abilities not in the least.
“We need more food are the young will stave. We’ll be splitting into two hunting parties. I will lead the larger; Cay will take charge of the other.”
Movement on the edge of Dante’s vision caused him to turn. He saw Cay sitting proud. His mind wandered to how long Cay had been sitting there, or how he moved silently enough that Dante hadn’t noticed him. The barking of names snapped Dante back to his father, hoping to hear his. Every time a name was announced the lycan would stand up and return to what they had been doing. Each wolf was experienced in the hunt and knew exactly what was required of them. All except for Dante and Bec. They knew how to hunt but not what their exact duties would be.
Jors came to a pause. A majority of the hunters and left and he know glanced at Bec, sitting nervously and then Dante, sitting eagerly. “I will split up the two new hunters for their first hunt.”
Ears shot up, heads rose. It had been expected that both sons would travel with Jors. He had always seemed tough but fair. The silence that followed an announcement none saw coming once again reared. All figured the stronger of the two, Dante, would join Jors. Anyone knew Bec was not as fast, not as silent, not as strong as any brother. Even his claws seemed duller.
“Dante…” A slight pause as Jors decided. “Goes with Cay.”
Dante’s and Cay’s gaze met, one eager to go on the hunt, the other eager to be given the chance to pass his knowledge. Both in their joy forgot about the third brother who fought desperately to hide his fear.
“Bec! Come with me!” Slowly, as if to delay the inevitable Bec stood and followed his father to the edge of the clearing. There the two would sit for the remainder of the day. Dante watched Bec, worried for his twin.
“Cay,” A loud bark from Jors, “should anything happen to Dante… you’ll be punished to a degree that you’ll wish you only suffered a hurt pride.”
Dante’s worried shifted from Bec to Cay and himself. As if ignoring his fathers warning, Cay spoke to Dante, “father will make sure Bec is safe.”
Dante glanced at Cay, questioning his sanity. Before a sentence could form in his mind Cay knocked him to the ground as all brothers do in a play fight. “Get ready, it may take us all day to find what we aren’t even sure is out there.”
Dante stood up and shaking the dirt off his fur he couldn’t help but voice his confusion, “But father said we leave at-“
“Dusk, I know,” Cay spoke quickly, cutting him off and earning an annoyed look, “but I suspect an early winter storm. It’s easy to get lost in those, I want to be in the caves before it hits.”
Cay turned to the rest of those who’d be following his lead, “seven total…” A pause. “Sonia.” In response to his bark a female lifted her head up from her attempted nap. “You’ll scout ahead, track the prey.” She nodded and lay back down. Dante wondered why Sonia rarely said anything at all.
“We’ll travel in pairs, Dante will stick with me. Now, go do what want. We’ll be leaving soon.”
Dante seemed to admire his defeated brother more. The carefree one who looked as though he were more interested in clouds than the current happenings most of the time knew what he was doing.
The next little while couldn’t have moved slower for Dante. He had started to fix himself up at one point but stopped. There was no point to looking good just before a hunt. So there he sat, watching the stern Jors lecture the nervous Bec on the coming night.
It was almost mid-day when Cay’s bark for the hunters to gather echoed in the clearing. Dante’s eyes snapped open and he scratched the back of his neck wearily. Standing up slowly, he found Cay and the others without a problem waiting at the edge of the clearing.
Looking around, the area, he realized was the same one that they had come from to enter the clearing. “We’re headed back the way we came?”
Cay nodded. “We passed through there days ago. Something worthwhile to hunt may have returned. Father suspects for a herd of deer infront and I hope for the same behind. Is everyone ready?”
The rest nodded. Silently and quickly the hunters vanished into the woods. Dante found himself moving swiftly behind Cay. Occasional glances saw that the other two groups kept pace to either side of them, keeping a fair distance away. He knew each hunter, he had lived with them his whole life but their personalities seemed to have changed. Not a sound was made as they moved swiftly, the noises of the forest continued uninterrupted. The only ones to notice the impending hunt were the birds who sang a song of sorrow.
Up in the front Sonia would stop from time to time, sniff the ground, turn her nose up and sniff the air then wander silently in a large circle, looking signs of anything worthwhile to hunt. It was during one such stop a fleck of white caught Dante’s eye. Following the snowflake to the ground he was greeted with a thin layer of white attempting to cover the forest floor.
“Cay…” he spoke, barely a whisper.
“I know, if it starts to become a storm, we abandon the hunt and head to the caves.” Cay spoke loud enough so as all could hear, their response was a silent nod at his glance.
A sharp vibration caught Dante’s ears. He raised his ears up; trying to better hear the noise should it sound again. A repeat never came; instead he heard a low whistling noise that ended in a loud bang following a sharp blur in the side of his vision. Dante and Cay snapped low to the ground, had something been hunting them?
“Crap,” a human voice.
Dante glanced at Cay who was looking at the arrow jutting out of the tree. That arrow had come awfully close to hitting Dante. Dante bared his teeth in anger and went to give chase to the human who could be heard blindly rushing through the forest. Cay snapped at his leg and went to block his movement.
“Don’t!”
Dante glared at Cay, “humans aren’t supposed to even be in this forest and he’s hunting US!”
Cay shook his head. “Father ordered me to watch and care for you, I’ll send someone else after him.”
Dante snapped at his brother, “He tried to kill me! Now move or I’ll make you move!”
Cay looked down at the ground in shame then to the other hunters. He spoke low and fast, “fine, be at the caves before the storm hits. Good luck brother.”
Dante nodded and wordlessly launched off into the woods. The hunter had been given a large gap between the two but his trail was a clumsy and easy to follow one. Dante figured, at this pace he’d catch up to the human in a matter of hours.
Dante hadn’t counted on the weather to get worse so fast or the human to be so persistent. Dante would spend the next few days stalking the human, the human who despite his limitations, was somehow always staying slightly ahead of the lycan. The storm Cay had guessed was coming had yet to arrive, but the snow hadn’t stopped. In some places it lay over a foot deep making it incredibly difficult for Dante to move. All signs the inexperienced hunter could see pointed that he was close to catching the human. At least he hoped he would.
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