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Post by Lurai on Jun 20, 2012 12:16:04 GMT -8
This is the first roleplay of the Catalina Island Packs' in over a year. o: It'll be mostly introductions and figuring out of characteristics, and the building of tensions between the Avalon Pack and the West Island Pack. :[: Cheifess Lurai :]: Body surging through the water, her hips pulsating as a biological propellor, Lurai releases a large portion of her lung capacity to create a net of bubbles around the swirling quicksilver ball. Anenome picked up the other half of the circle, herding the herring into an ever-tighter ball. Lurai was reaching five minutes of holding her breath, with ten to go. As she surged under, almost pushing off the water, she felt her lungs tighten just at the same time her jaws did around the snared fish. They were just small enough for her to simply slide it down her gullet along with it's surrounding seawater. The distraught bounty was pressed tighter and tighter with each individual being picked off one by one, until finally, the the dolphin and the wolf had had their fill.
The two surfaced, one in a burst of water and the other in a nondescript gasp. The Catalina sunshine smothered the water in hot white rasps, bouncing off the water to reverse the lighting on the two bobbing figures; Darker above and a light green hue below. The gulls cried and garbled overhead, taking flight as the feast had finished and their scraps having been picked.
Wordlessly, the wolfess touched the smooth-skinned mammal with her paw just under the bottle of her face. With the loving motion that the two had learned over the course of six years, the pacific bottlenose gave a few clicks and pushed gently against the paw, and with a flick of her tail, Anemone had gone.
:[: SeaSpray, Ally :]:
The oceanic lioness had preened her fur nearly clean of the ocean, save for the light beach sand that gathered on her paws and forearm. This island had been considered home to her ever since she'd discovered it. The little groups that inhabited it first didn't really hinder that. But it was never good to burn bridges you had yet to build, she'd built up something of a report with the two tribes. West Island was slightly more friendly to her, and she almost considered Lurai to be kind, hospitable? Perhaps a friend if SeaSpray was to stay long enough.
She strolled off the seagull-infested beach and passed the double ports, heading towards the cooler inland part of the island. Where the trees' canopy pockets and spears the sunlight and makes happy splotches of warmth and coolness on her back. Carpe Diem, the pride that had staked a little claim with Lurai's permission, seemed to have taken a short haitus. Avalon must not have liked that very much, that seems to be the underlying reason that tensions have grown. The aquatic lioness had even seen the construction of the new prison cells there, and she heard of one on Council Rock of West Island.
Since CarpeDiem travels around a lot, according to the common rumor, she was free to walk in the territory without much resistance. SeaSpray thought they were common conquistadors, that pride.
As she traversed the winding valleys in the central island, she caught wiff of a nearby wolf, the scent of the Avalon shelter (the "bullet", SeaSpray liked to think) all over it. Quicksilver, the osprey perched on her lifting and lowering shoulderblades swooned his wings and took flight, curious as she to see who else was overstepping boundaries.
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Post by stormfrontier on Jun 20, 2012 12:48:03 GMT -8
Rollo
Rollo strolled over the island, tongue sticking out of his mouth and egg-yolk coloured eyes taking in his surroundings. The docile wolf's subconscious had vaguely recognize that he probably wasn't in Avalon's territory, but Rollo was transfixed by the beauty of Catalina.
Rollo had grown up on the island, but had never once been unimpressed by the flowers in bloom or the coconuts (which he had tried to eat and fail, resulting in his left canine tooth breaking clean through the middle. Since then he had learnt that most plants didn't taste great)
Rollo yawned, a whine escaping his lips. He licked his maw, then sat down, looking around to check there was no danger around. Not that he was really afraid. The little tracking and detecting he had retained from various lessons he attended confirmed this, but he was rather poor at both those skills. What he was good at, though, was fighting. Well, he wasn't a great fighter but that was nothing compared to how much he wasn't great at tracking.
"I'll bring back something for the pack when I get back" He murmured to himself, eyes blinking rapidly. The brown wolf lay down, curled up. He was near the sea, and the grass here grew long and tough, a good hiding spot and sort-of comfy sleeping material, so long as you didn't feel the scratchiness. Soon Rollo was snoring, a content pup in a adult wolf's body.
(Probably could be longer but I'm tired and am about to go to bed x3)
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Post by Lurai on Jun 20, 2012 13:13:10 GMT -8
Whoa, what's your timezone? o3o It's 2:00 PM for me here. :[: SeaSpray, Ally :]: Quicksilver's light, speckled body was a dot in the air, eagle vision scanning through the oak canopies and tall grasses. A thick, brown splotch was found near the sea, and the osprey gave out a high-pitched cry into the air to communicate mainly to SeaSpray. Swooping down and filing out his wings, the avian let the air slow his descent and land on the grass right infront of the wolf's nose. Beady yellow eyes stared and scanned at each interval of interest at the sleeping wolf. The bird gave a bleat of curiosity, an audible question mark.
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Post by moonlitflower on Jun 22, 2012 20:23:09 GMT -8
.:Moonlit Flower:. Moon padded around, her normally clear ocean blue eyes clouded with memories that haunt her. She lays down in her favorite spot, and watches the island around her. She was a bit hungry, but not enough to go catch a fish, after all, she hardly ate anything. She curled up, and closed her eyes prepared for yet another sleep filled with nightmares that drive her further into becoming even more anti- social. She fell asleep, wearied from the climb, and from not sleeping for a few days. She heard a bird call in the distance, but it did little to rise her from the world of her past she was lost in.
(Little short, but good intro into her telling about her past right?)
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Post by Lurai on Jun 22, 2012 23:59:00 GMT -8
Moon, would'ya mind applying MoonlitFlower to a pack? We don't know who you're aligned to. D:
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Post by stormfrontier on Jun 23, 2012 2:23:38 GMT -8
Orkan pounced onto the sand, and wiggled his toes. The male breathed in deeply, and started walking. He was currently still inside the Avalon's territory, but he headed for the neutral zone, to see if he could meet up with anyone from the West Islanders, to see if there was any news within their pack.
The grey male's ears flicked around restlessly, quite sure that foes could be hiding within the long grass. Indeed, he heard a rumbling sound coming from a clump of the rough vegetation, and headed toward it curiously. As he looked over, ears flat against his head in case of attack, he was surprised to see Rollo, also a member of the Avalon pack, asleep in it. He was grinning in his sleep, and occasionally one of his paws would kick out, making the grass rustle violently. Close to him there was an eagle, though what type of eagle Orkan couldn't tell. The lanky wolf barked and snapped at the bird, before shaking Rollo awake.
"Rollo, you're thick!" Orkan snapped, as the heavier brown wolf blinked his eyes sleepily and and yawned. The two comrades were trooping over the sand, Orkan having press-ganged Rollo to follow him. Rollo was less dominant than Orkan, and ergo followed. Orkan shot a quick look behind his back, where Rollo was now looking slightly dejected. I can't see why, he gets it all the time Orkan thought, then sighed, "You need to stay with others. No-one will be too pleased if we find your decimated corpse" Orkan said, trying to cheer the other male up. It worked, Rollo bounded closer so he was now by Orkan's shoulder, in respect.
The two wolves patrolled the neutral territory, Orkan having told Rollo about wanting to find a West Islander, and Rollo having told Orkan about how he wanted to find a butterfly. The sun was higher in the sky now, and both the wolves were hungry. "Let's go down to the shore and catch some fish" Orkan said, and led Rollo down to the beach. The sea lapped at their paws and Orkan splashed into it, shivering with pleasure as the warm sea sloshed around him. Rollo joined him to and started diving. Despite his natural clumsiness on land, he seemed very graceful underwater.
Orkan would have joined him but he could swear he could see something in the water. Somethings. One of the figures was probably canine, the other looked more like a grey piece of flotsam or jetsam, Orkan never knew how to tell the difference. He started swimming over to them, with an easy motion. The water was a second home to him, he wanted to just swim down and play among the reefs and shining, wavering sunbeams, but he forced himself to continue.
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Post by Lurai on Jun 23, 2012 8:39:48 GMT -8
:[: Cheifess Lurai :]: The chiefess had swum inland, now just biding her time to leave the cool waters her body temperature had almost perfectly adjusted to. As if the entire ocean were just an extension of her physical body. She was still fairly far out, where the waves didn't roll, but her paws were supported by a sandspit snaking under the water. She shook her head just enough to fling the water from her mane and her mane from her face, the sound of her glowing fluorite crystal necklace jingling on it's chain.
Just as she had dipped most of the water out of her ears, that wonderfully warm feeling, she caught the sound of a pair of wolves. "Corpse?" She felt a pang in her stomach, and she rose to her full stature (which was higher than most). Her chin tipped ever so slightly, "Who's decimated corpse?" she inquired, as casually as though they were just gossiping on the latest cotton fabric harvested from the fields.
She knew they were Avalons, and she put on a smile for them, the slits of her eyes watching every movement. Her hips swiveled so as to not be exactly parallel to the approaching duo. A sign of politeness, not of submissiveness. It in fact made her look larger than she was, and she was someone with the personality type that did that naturally. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Lurai," she said smoothly. She had mostly a direct type of voice, like a military commander, but held just the right touch of femininity. She didn't have to say her rank, most knew exactly who she was just by the name.
SeaSpray, Ally The curious bird was just about to lead SeaSpray to the strange intruder, when a second burst through the bushes and snarled him away. Quicksilver watched from on-high, giving an osprey's signature caw occasionally. Deciding that they were heading away from SeaSpray, and now there were two of them, there's no use in leading his dearest companion to them. He heard the sound of her soft whistle, and flapped off to return to his perch on her powerful shoulders.((Sorry I kinda botched that introduction. I know they said corpse a little bit aways from her, and that Rollo is still underwater. xD))
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Post by stormfrontier on Jun 26, 2012 12:44:15 GMT -8
Orkan
Orkan realised the form of the wolf was also moving towards him, and that wasn't because he was paddling towards it. The wolf was on the sand, so he changed direction also.
On the beach, he clenched his toes to feel the sand between his paws and claws. The warm sun soon dried of his fur, leaving crystallised salt on clumps of his grey and brown fur. He licked his maw, feeling his sharp white teeth.
"Ah, just warning my colleague" Orkan grinned wolfishly, eyes narrowing. He copied her stance, knowing they were -more or less- evenly matched. Even so, he wished Rollo would stop clowning around underwater and provide backup. Though Orkan doubted it would come to a fight.
"So, how's you pack?" The male asked casually, sitting and yawning. His ears picked up Rollo floundering in the water, and cringed. The large male wasn't a great representative of the Avalon, but Orkan wanted to keep the peace and Rollo often came in handy for cooling bristling pelts, sometimes by being the brunt of not so serious attacks, but he shrugged it off.
Rollo
The large brown wolf had caught a fish, it was large and slow, so he swam to the surface and through it in the played with it. He had killed is beforehand of course, he wasn't cruel, but now he was just happy to play with his catch until he could be bothered to eat his fish.
Rollo turned round to find Orkan, not sure where the Chief had gone, and saw him going to the beach to meet another wolf. He followed Orkan, the fish hanging from his maw.
"Hullo ma'am!" Rollo smiled around the fish, putting it between his paws where he now sat next to the thinner Avalon wolf. Rollo felt his fur stiffening into clumps, and started combing it through with his teeth. He wasn't too bothered about his appearance, but he liked the tang of salt.
(That's okay ^^ Er, sorry this post is so short)
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Post by Lurai on Jun 26, 2012 22:40:33 GMT -8
Lurai-
The felliniesque slits of the wolfess's eyes examined every bit of the two wolves. One appeared to be a pup trapped in a large wolf's body, completely harmless he seemed and friendly. The other, the one actually addressing her seemed rather familiar in description: Gray and speckled brown fur, iron ore eyes, and a cocky attitude. Lurai leaned back onto her haunches, the water flowing over the sand-spit in thickening and thinning gulps. Her tail flowed limply in the tide, waving like a snake as though she were giving a friendly wag of the tail. "West Island Tribe is fairing well. We've hauled a few shark and bass rations that'll feed the whole pack for a time." A calculation ran through Lurai's mind, and she felt the time to point out the unspoken. "Construction is completed on the new prisoner cells." Her voice rolled a little more deviant than her smooth femininity, lower, "Strictly for Clemente strays." she elaborated. She needn't add that the construction had started at the sighting of several cages near Avalon Base.
Smiling, the chiefess seemed to gaze at the male's chest, then around his body, searching for scars and objects, noting the lack of antlers some chiefs choose to take from fallen bison; He seemed devoid of status symbols. "You're the young gun, aren't you? Congratulations on your promotion." Lurai wasn't been snark or sarcastic in any way, something just short of sincere. She was actually holding out some hope that with a new chief, the island could finally relax and just live in peace. The imports of iron, elk, and other goods could just be rationed properly until either the no-trade agreement expired (which would take quite some time until the several generation contract let up), or until another supplier came along. The mainland certainly held enough goods, if the two tribes could come together to create the technology to make it there efficiently. Because now, with rowboats, the mainland is just too far and its more counterproductive to spend the energy.
But these seemed to only be dreams to Lurai, now that she's met this guy who appears to not be cautious towards anything.
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Post by candy2468 on Sept 7, 2012 10:39:29 GMT -8
Pandora snoozed in the right corner of the den in West island tribes territory. The young wolfess had slept for hours and now finally gotten up. The lazy mutt yawned as she slowly got to her feet, turning her head, trying to spot her leader.
Lurai was no where to be seen and therefore Pandora trotted out from the den freshly, to go for a morning run in search of her chiefess. As the female canine made her way to the center cave with out spotting a single other island wolf, she sat down grunting stubbornly. "Where is everyone!?" She then remained silent as she flicked her ears and twitched her nose for any sent.
"Got ya!" Pandora padded off toward the shore, as she could smell her chiefess and something else... As she reached the shore she spotted Lurai with two Avaloners and grinned as she walked up to them. "Greetings Lurai and... Uh, you must be Orkan, the chief of Alvalon?" She nodded toward Orkan and then looked at the other Avalon member with a questioning face.
"I'm Pandora by the way" She smiled to the two Avaloners then at her chiefess, as she sat down on the warm and soft sand. She was in a pretty good mood and questioned hapily "How is everyone doing today?"
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Post by arcane on Sept 7, 2012 14:10:28 GMT -8
Mind if I join? c:))
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Post by Lurai on Sept 7, 2012 17:26:57 GMT -8
Free for anyone and everyone!
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Post by arcane on Sept 7, 2012 18:15:30 GMT -8
yay, thanksies. will rp in a second, lazy. v.v))
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Post by Lurai on Sept 7, 2012 22:59:10 GMT -8
Pandora is adorable.
:[: Lurai :]:
Her patience was unwavering, but there was no doubt she felt the air of posturing, the slightest tinge of misogyny and causticity strung between them like the canoe tethers to the dock. Lurai felt the silence become riddled with side-thoughts, temptations to say something wry or brash, and calculated something simple to smooth over the conversation between the waves and the water. Her jaws unlatched to speak, but was cut off by a sweet, chiming voice to the distance.
Her head shifting to the side flung a parcel of seawater wayward. "Pandora," Lurai said, legitimately happy to see another happy, innocent soul to remind her why she should behave respectfully towards the hotheaded up-and-coming Chief: West Islander safety. Her tail attempted to give a swish, only managing a water-weighted pendulum motion. "We're doing well, just chatting about some new construction." Her eyes flicked involuntarily to the stony wolf sideways, then pleasantly back to her future tribemate. She'd yet to truly prove herself yet, but what else did Lurai have but to hold faith in her own tribe and it's members and recruits?
Besides the ocean and her own hide, not much else. West Island is everything.
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