Hunting Rules & Success / Injury

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Elk Cow | Mature | Condition: Lame / Old
Brief Description: Sports an infected cut between hips and stomach, with the effected hind leg seemingly made lame. She's been lagging behind the other cows in her company and seems exhausted. She's lost some girth what with refusing to eat, constantly alert of her surroundings whilst aware of her obvious injuries. Might put up a fight but moving will be very restricted.
Will post when attacked.

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Vladimir | Male | 5 | Beta of Genosses

Onyx pads would caress Mother Earth’s skin in a gentle manner, fluid and silent, as distance would be traveled. Vladimir’s gait was unmarred by disturbances in movement and his broad obsidian figure appeared to float across the terrain. Powered by both memory and keen sense of smell, he would navigate against the wind’s resistance, a benefit bestowed upon the hunting party before even reaching their intended prey. The trek would not be short, as the elk would have moved farther from their morning terrain, but a typical wolf’s stamina would be untouched by even this small marathon. Attention would be spread across the other wolves, especially his sister, though he would have no real need of words currently.

Eventually the group would find their destination found, medium sized group of elk foraging across a nearby mountain clearing. Keen eyes would scan the crowd thoroughly, assessing multiple factors of the impending chase at once. At first the lame cow was not immediately obvious, as she was hidden by another nearby grazing cow with a calf at her side. At the sight of an ambush, the other herd members would leave the injured cow behind, though a mother would not be quick to abandon a calf. Survival of the fittest, you know. Vlad would turn to look at the others then, everyone easily hidden from the elk’s sight by the shadow casting trees overhead. If everyone was accounted for, and hopefully not lagging behind, keen orbs would find themselves looking towards Mercy with anticipation of her plan.

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Calypso | Female | 3 years | Caretaker (Head)

Calypso felt every muscle in her handsome physique twitch and become alive in active suspense for the hunt. The new addition to the diminished food reserves would be greatly welcomed by all of the pack, perhaps especially by that emaciated newcomer. She still needed to learn his name.... Ah well, this wasn't the time to be thinking about packmates; the hunt needed her full focus. As the group slowed, the she-wolf's own paws fell into patience and she listened contently to the Beta's words. A simple nod would be offered in place of vocals, a confirmation of her assigned role. Amber eyes scanned the herd, something she probably should have done before, and singled out the injured cow who was trying to blend herself with her companions. The cow was smart for sure.

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Silk | Brawler of Genosses | 4 Years
Location: Hunting Grounds

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Silk moved in motion with the hunting patrol, paws striding along the sludge and mud, body floating amongst the group. With her tail out straight and ears perked, the large Grey followed her superiors in silence, taking the utmost serious attitude towards this hunt. Silk knew she had to impress the Betas, and Roman, to solidify her rank in the pack, and she will do just that. As a harsh wind blew through the terrain, lifting up the black pelt of the wolfess, the mighty Brawler angled her chin towards her chest, avoiding her eyes and snout from the sudden gust of wind. She could feel the oncoming warmth of Spring, albeit the cold ground beneath her pads and the bare trees that reminded her of skeletons. Swirling yellow orbs blinking ahead, Silk trudged on, keeping her gaze on Vlad whom was leading the patrol to the herd.
Upon their arrival Silk had stopped nearby Mercy, keeping her head low but hackles high, observing the herd in the distance. The smell of elk felt like a hit to her maw, a sudden rush of blood and flesh and warmth, along with dirty fur and dung. With flaring nostrils, the furry black fae flexed her immense muscles, catching a hint of infection. Lowered ears and a stiff stature, Silk looked forward, knowing that this injured doe would more than likely become their kill. As Silk was fixed on the herd, the sound of Mercy's voice startled her, causing her withers to twitch and ears to flick. She played it off though by ruffling up her jet-black fur, causing her bodice to look intensified. With keen ears, the Brawler listened, dipping her chin in and nodding to Mercy's words. When she heard that her and Aedeian would be initiating the chase, Silk's excitement grew, and despite not being able to tackle the doe, the importance of her job was immense. It didn't take long for Silk's hypnotizing yellow eyes to scan the herd and pinpoint the targeted elk, hidden amongst the herd; though the injury was apparent. Silk didn't hesitate to attend to her position, and began slinking down the right side of the tree line. Her seductive bodice low to the ground and silky fur just barely hitting the muddy terra, the wolfess stalked the herd carefully, and only departed from the dark treeline when she was far enough from the group, and the herd, ready to pounce once the signal was given. Although the Brawler was out in the open, she remained absolutely low to the dirt, ears pinned against her skull and tail dipping into the sludge beneath her. She was a fair distance from the herd, but her stamina would allow her to catch up to Mercy and elk quite quickly. She eyed the hunting patrol in the distance, waiting for Aedeian to get in positon. All she could do now was wait, like a prowling lioness, for Mercy to bound out of the darkness and sprint towards the herd. It was then that Silk would make her move.

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Elk Cow | Mature | Condition: Lame / Old

"Run!" .. Of course it was THIS doe whom had spotted one of the not-so-stealthy wolves, that or she had caught a whiff of them. It was reasonable for her to be the most alert of the group, seeing as the injured cow knew it was only a matter of time before her life was ended. Those kinds of thoughts work you up, keep you on your toes, make you more nervous than usual!

Her obnoxious blurt rallied the entire group into motion. High speeds were reached in an instant, every able-bodied deer taking just seconds to switch through gears. All except this lame cow whom quickly fell behind. She had even stumbled over the calf that had been near her, almost crippling the frail child in her attempt to escape the assured death sentence. No doubt these predators would be on her heels, a desperate cry pushed from the doe's lungs.

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Silk | Brawler of Genosses | 4 Years
Location: Hunting Grounds

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A sudden cry sounded from the doe they had targeted. With a growl to herself, Silk shot her head up and looked to the treeline as Mercy burst out from the coverage, sprinting towards the herd. Show time. A swift bunching of her haunches and a pounce sent Silk flying, darting like a bullet across the landscape towards the anxious herd. It was a remarkable burst of speed the black fae had achieved. Among the wet, white and brown landscape, a charcoal pelt would stick out, coursing through the grounds, with eyes wide and jaws parted as vicious barks were eradicated from her lungs, causing the chase to ensue. The massive Brawler's muscles rippled and undulated beneath her fur as the wolfess began lengthening her strides, stretching her fore-legs out in front of her and using her muscular hind legs to push her off of the slippery terrain. As a larger wolf, Silk found it hard to keep speed, but that burst of rapid chasing was remarkable, and stunned her. She caught up with the herd, where was where her stamina would come into play. The lagging doe was already noticeably falling behind the herd, and it was easy to keep pace. A blink of her bright yellow eyes would fall upon Aedeian, as she watched as the Worthy approached on the opposite side. The fellow huntress immediately began nipping at the deer, and although Silk wanted to wait for Calypso and Vlad to start biting at the heels, Silk pushed her bodice up next to the deer, threatening it and barking to it, attempting to trip it ever so slightly to try to make the hunt end sooner rather than later. It would take a moment for the two wolves in the trees to catch up, and so it was Silk's and Aedeian's duty to keep the doe from running too far. Cranium turning upwards to look towards Mercy who was running up ahead, Silk growled to herself and snapped her jaws at the doe's inner elbow, breaking skin within the barrel and causing a trickle of blood to swim down the leg of the prey. The infection underneath the elk's hindquarters caused Silk to grimace and wrinkle her nose up, not quite enjoying the stench of wound. With quick thinking, the Brawler slowed her pace and waited until she was running next to the hind legs of the elk, where the wound was vulnerable. This was why the elk was falling behind, and why it was lame; hit the wound, the deer goes down. The dark fae wasn't sure whether or not Mercy would want the doe to come plummeting down without Vlad or Calypso making their move, so Silk merely sped up back up towards the shoulder, guiding the elk and threatening it with harsh barks and growls. Amidst her thoughts and being distracted, the right hoof of the elk flew up towards Silk's face, kicking her in the neck, sending her underneath the elk's body. With hind hooves trampling over the Brawler's back, she winced, and let out a painful "yowl". Despite the error, Silk stumbled back up to her paws, and continued on with the chase, ignoring the shooting pain traveling down her neck to her spine. It couldn't be long now until the elk would be brought down, and Mercy would cause the fatality.

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Vladimir | Male | 5 | Beta of Genosses

Hardened muscles rippled beneath the onyx rogue's  pelt as he let loose on the heels of their intented prey. Although the ordeal had not been quiet the most sophisticated ambush, the herds advantage of knowing of their presence benefited the wounded cow very little, if any at all. Vladimir had been watching the others within glances stolen of their victim, analyzing each female's tendencies and hunting abilities. Agile limbs would traverse the terrain with persistant accuracy of step as the cow would begin to tire. The fear in the beasts eyes was vivid and raw, and Vlad felt the unsurity build in his gut at the unpredictability the cow could muster. Senses lurched at the sight of Silk's vulnerable position as the cow struck in her direction, a blunt blow delivered near her head. Thundering heart jumped erratically at the sight, almost sure the female had been struck in the face. Hindquarters sprang with newfound fury towards the pursuers, noting quickly that the onyx she-wolf had regained her footing although could be injured qorse than it appeared. Vladimir had no second thoughts of his next move, the cow was distracted by the ordeal and clouded with confusion. Figure left the ground with a massive forceful thrust as the cow's haunches was coming down with a failed strike. Gaping jaws were extended towards the animals uninjured rear leg, ravenous teeth seeking a locking grip on the sweaty, trembling thigh of their victim. With the force brought down from his attack countered with the already off balance kick of the elk returning to the ground, the elk should either stagger and fall at best or at least be rendered to much slower pace. Vlad's forelegs would be stiff with clenched muscle, jaws unfailing in their death grip as hot blood would seep into his throat. With the elks good rearleg hopefully immobilized, the infected neighbor would need to take on more weight which was obviously painful and unstable. Hopefully if Vlad had been successful in slowing the elk exponentially, the other wolves would already be making their holds so Mercy would be able to choke the animal. Subconscious would be concerned for Silk's well-being even if she were still standing, hoping the fae was not internally damaged. Powerful jerks of entire frame would continually repeat in hopes of downing the cow or at least keeping it as immobile as was possible.

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Calypso | Female | 3 years | Caretaker (Head)

Calypso burst from the bush like a racehorse out of the starting gate, her snowy paws gliding effortlessly across the emerald blades of grass at a determined gallop. Her barks and growls preserved themselves for when she reached a wolf's length from the hind legs and only then did her jaws part and snap together again while churning out vicious noises. The cow lurched forward again, bleating and bellowing in unbridled fear. It was easy to tell that the elk knew of her impending, futile doom, but who could blame a girl for trying? The mottled she-wolf surged on, straying from the mass of wolves clinging on to the poor doe, keeping the herd at bay and driving the quarry into further separation. She winced as Silk fell under, being kicked by hard hooves, and banked to rejoin, biting down momentarily on an ankle once she had the chance. The vixen skirted out of the way as the cow fell, growling and barking as to frighten her into staying down until Beta Mercy performed the execution.

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