Second Chance
Mar 15, 2017 16:26:22 GMT -5
Post by Fierfly on Mar 15, 2017 16:26:22 GMT -5
((Blood, Rykett))
Epsilon:
An early winter snow powdered the Valley floor and thus the Hunting Plains and soft flakes misted down lightly and sparingly on the parade. The air was sharp and cold and scents were muted in the vast realm of white and mist. Breath steamed out into the air, producing small clouds of heat and vapor in the already foggy air and only added to the swirling cloud on the ground. He couldn't rely on his eyes this trip, he'd have to trust his ears, nose and feel of the earth, and even those senses were limited in the weather: with little wind, scents wouldn't carry and the snow kept him from being direct with the earth and having a real hold on it, he'd have to make due. There were also his fellow hunters with him he had to keep in mind. He'd hunted in groups before, but usually played it solo, this was different, now he was directing, he'd have to rely on the members of his party. He surveyed West again, aside from the scars he looked healthy enough, he had to have had some experience and success with hunting, as for Alphess Blaise...would she be joining them or just observing? He wasn't sure and he felt another twinge of slight, gnawing anxiousness at the entire situation he now found himself in.
He'd found Zamir half-dead in Canopied Clearing and without alerting his Alphess to the situation had offered the yearling shelter and food. When Blaise found out about the trespasser and his reaction to him she'd been furious, he'd tried to make some semblance of amends by taking Zamir under his care and offering to raise him, but that did not change the fact that he'd made a grave mistake in not communicating to his alphess, and she made no effort to hid her disappointment in him for that error. He was punished for his failure with the constant nagging feeling of mistrust from the dark violet eyes and was now leading a small hunt to determine his leadership capabilities and find Westariquo's talents and assign him a rank. While the situation was still awkward and the feeling of mistrust and doubt was uncomfortable, he was grateful that she'd picked hunting to be their trial: he was in his element out on the plains. Even with the winter snow and mist impeding his work, he'd been taught to hunt in similar conditions, his massive frame gave him the power to deal with the weather and handle larger prey and his thick grey shag protected him from the cold and at some angles gave him some semblance of camouflage, the blue and green on his back and face ruined the effect, but in swirling mist like this colors were dimmed anyway. And he had the elements on his side, or at least the element of ice. He hadn't yet tried using his power in hunting and didn't plan to use this trip as an experiment, but in an emergency he might have been able to make it work. He glanced over at Westariquo again, just to make sure they were still in formation, then over the other shoulder to Alphess Blaise. He hesitated and the blue gaze lingered - that expression, the underlying disappointment under the passive expression of silence for the trek to the Plains, he wanted to make it up to her, let her know that she could trust him. He almost opened his mouth to say something, anything, promise that he would do better, plead for her forgiveness...something. But they were nearing the Plains and he didn't want to give away their position, so he kept quiet and faced forward, focusing on the mission.
The trio crested a small rise that looked out over the Hunting Plains and Epsilon immediately crouched down low, height folding almost in half as the legs bent to bring the massive form closer to the earth and he signaled for the others to do the same. Instinct took over, the pupils of the sapphire blue eyes contracted and focused, staring intently out into the mist, the nares on the dark nose opened and a deep, steady inhale brought to him what scents were available in the sea of clear white. Ears perked and swiveled to take in the sounds and paws spread and claws sank down into the earth as he froze, for now playing sentinel, surveying the scene, searching for his target.
Epsilon:
An early winter snow powdered the Valley floor and thus the Hunting Plains and soft flakes misted down lightly and sparingly on the parade. The air was sharp and cold and scents were muted in the vast realm of white and mist. Breath steamed out into the air, producing small clouds of heat and vapor in the already foggy air and only added to the swirling cloud on the ground. He couldn't rely on his eyes this trip, he'd have to trust his ears, nose and feel of the earth, and even those senses were limited in the weather: with little wind, scents wouldn't carry and the snow kept him from being direct with the earth and having a real hold on it, he'd have to make due. There were also his fellow hunters with him he had to keep in mind. He'd hunted in groups before, but usually played it solo, this was different, now he was directing, he'd have to rely on the members of his party. He surveyed West again, aside from the scars he looked healthy enough, he had to have had some experience and success with hunting, as for Alphess Blaise...would she be joining them or just observing? He wasn't sure and he felt another twinge of slight, gnawing anxiousness at the entire situation he now found himself in.
He'd found Zamir half-dead in Canopied Clearing and without alerting his Alphess to the situation had offered the yearling shelter and food. When Blaise found out about the trespasser and his reaction to him she'd been furious, he'd tried to make some semblance of amends by taking Zamir under his care and offering to raise him, but that did not change the fact that he'd made a grave mistake in not communicating to his alphess, and she made no effort to hid her disappointment in him for that error. He was punished for his failure with the constant nagging feeling of mistrust from the dark violet eyes and was now leading a small hunt to determine his leadership capabilities and find Westariquo's talents and assign him a rank. While the situation was still awkward and the feeling of mistrust and doubt was uncomfortable, he was grateful that she'd picked hunting to be their trial: he was in his element out on the plains. Even with the winter snow and mist impeding his work, he'd been taught to hunt in similar conditions, his massive frame gave him the power to deal with the weather and handle larger prey and his thick grey shag protected him from the cold and at some angles gave him some semblance of camouflage, the blue and green on his back and face ruined the effect, but in swirling mist like this colors were dimmed anyway. And he had the elements on his side, or at least the element of ice. He hadn't yet tried using his power in hunting and didn't plan to use this trip as an experiment, but in an emergency he might have been able to make it work. He glanced over at Westariquo again, just to make sure they were still in formation, then over the other shoulder to Alphess Blaise. He hesitated and the blue gaze lingered - that expression, the underlying disappointment under the passive expression of silence for the trek to the Plains, he wanted to make it up to her, let her know that she could trust him. He almost opened his mouth to say something, anything, promise that he would do better, plead for her forgiveness...something. But they were nearing the Plains and he didn't want to give away their position, so he kept quiet and faced forward, focusing on the mission.
The trio crested a small rise that looked out over the Hunting Plains and Epsilon immediately crouched down low, height folding almost in half as the legs bent to bring the massive form closer to the earth and he signaled for the others to do the same. Instinct took over, the pupils of the sapphire blue eyes contracted and focused, staring intently out into the mist, the nares on the dark nose opened and a deep, steady inhale brought to him what scents were available in the sea of clear white. Ears perked and swiveled to take in the sounds and paws spread and claws sank down into the earth as he froze, for now playing sentinel, surveying the scene, searching for his target.