Muttonhawk

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

A fraction of a second of hesitation passed as Meesei lunged forward into the fray. Fendros threw himself into a run behind her, damning it all. There was one Dunmer man that he had decided to target, but was beaten to it by another of the pack. It was all too fast for him to notice who. There was a cacophony of shouts and the tearing of fabric and armour as the majority of the prey were snuffed out in the space of a few seconds.

Fendros looked about himself for a new target, but one seemed to find him. A tall, strong looking woman wielding a sword and an expression that bordered on panic and confusion, but a stance that seemed to be braced to fight. Fendros growled and lowered himself to jump at her. No, do not fall into her trap, Fendros tried to inject his own sense of the battle into his instinct. Instead of jumping, Fendros stalked around her for a couple of steps, then lashed out with one clawed arm. The woman stepped back out of his reach at the last moment and tried to follow through with a thrust at his throat. Perceiving the movement in her footwork, Fendros reared and stood up out of the way of the blade and swiped at the woman's sword arm with his other arm. The woman cried out in pain as a loud snap could be heard from her arm breaking and the sword thudding onto the ash. Now was the time to go for the neck. Fendros let his instinct guide his teeth to the woman's throat and push her to the ground in the process. Blood, the taste of the blood and flesh was satisfying, but as he raised his head from his kill, a portion of her throat still in his mouth, there was still a fight going on. Fendros felt as if his head were in a vice with how loudly his Dunmer conscience was protesting, but the beast was dominating his mind this time. There was no stopping.

Fendros could either smell the fading life of the ones they had just killed, or there was more to be found. The tents. Fendros approached one of the tents and tore at its covering to try and find any more. There was nothing. He moved to another one, the same thing. He stopped and stood to sniff the air and tried to hear any more signs of life.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Cool

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

So, how tough did you want this smuggler group to be?

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

They had caught a scent after a long time wandering. It was enough time for Fendros' initial excitement to become less intense and settle into the flow of the pack hunt. There was still much to learn, but he was quick to adapt, and seldom made the same mistake twice in terms of communication. As Fendros followed, he recognised the scent they were following, but couldn't place it. It may have been humanoids of some description, that was his best idea.

Hearing the voice of the Dunmer woman ahead was something that caused small apprehension at first, still caught up in the hunt as it were. As they stalked closer, his apprehension grew from his own Dunmer side of his consciousness. He began to feel resistance from his beast spirit, a bumping and pushing in his mind that would proceed a conflict. Everyone took their positions, Fendros obeyed his alpha and stayed by her. Signs of conflict began to show as his foreclaws clutched at the ground beneath him, digging out a divot under his palms. His arms began to shiver in addition. He hadn't killed anyone in his werewolf form as of yet. In fact, he hadn't killed anyone in general, only animals. It seemed so wrong to kill these people in cold blood, but he was readying himself to pounce in any case. He had to stay silent, he had to find his place in the pack. The command of the alpha was not something he could resist while in this form.

Everyone silently lay in wait while the Dunmer group continued to argue. All Fendros could do was brace himself, it would be over quickly. His beast blood prevailed this time. He opened his eyes again, he spotted his pack mates behind concealment. Without warning they pounced and charged, running on all fours. It didn't look like the first few of their prey would even have the time to draw their weapons.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

It's fine.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Fendros nearly hit himself as he realised that a pack hunt meant for them all to transform at once. He had just assumed that it would be a regular hunt where they would all be assessing him some more. He joined the rest of them in depositing their belongings at the back of the cave and followed them outside as if it were nothing, but he felt as if having his bow at the ready from the beginning may have given away his ignorance.

In a way, Fendros was worried about indulging his beast form in such a way, but he was more confident than before after the instruction he had been given. He would have more control this time, and more importantly he had been taught when to control, rather than trying to resist the beast the entire time. It was slightly terrifying to transform among the entire pack. The sounds of all the morphing and warping seemed to multiply on one another until it was the only thing he could perceive.

After transforming, Fendros could feel his heart pounding with excitement. He waved his head from one side to the other, looking at everyone in their beast forms. The prospect of a pack hunt completely took over his emotions to the point where he emitted low whines instead of trying to talk. Fendros' consciousness perceived his own excited behaviour as childlike (or more appropriately puplike) in hindsight, however his beast form was not exactly a paragon of civil maturity. Fendros' own beast form was similar to Janius and Ahnasha's, but in a way slighter and less dominating. He was still the newest and least experienced member of the pack and it manifested physically.

The Gods are Crazy

ASTA said
Hm, they could ally with these guys---in theory---if only for the fact that their society isn't nearly as heretical as that of the Uraka Federation's. I know I've been granted permission to interact with them however I please but, hypothetically, what would you say would happen between both groups should the azu come around to looking favorably upon these tribes? Realistically, would such an alliance hold, and what would the Uraka Federation have to say about it? I may have a first post in mind depending on your answer.

Well, these tribes are independent of each other. Some may be power hungry, others may just want to live in peace with what they have. Some may not be religious at all, some may be strict followers of the Old Way (though not being Uraka). And some may be subservient to threats, and some may be prideful and stand their ground. Their commonality is in their oral law and their oral history taught in stories, that's about it. If some tribes decided it would be a good idea to collaborate with an Azu family, they would want something out of it, but it is certainly a possibility if the Azu approached them.

The Uraka, upon finding out that some khari tribes were allying with the Azu savages, would not likely be worried unless it swelled their ranks to the point of becoming a serious threat. They regret warring with their own kind as much as culturally common humans would other culturally common humans, but they understand that not all kharis decide to follow the federation. They're not "mine god is a jealous god" kind of people.

The Gods are Crazy

Alright. Maybe that'll be enough of a buffer to make another post myself one of these days.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"I see," Fendros said, taking it all in. So, these people were cunning tricksters, but they were also fighting for a cause. What cause? Fendros thought, I don't remember reading about any particular Aedra or Daedra having a hate for werewolves in particular. Maybe it isn't religious. It could be something else.

The rest of the night was brief. There wasn't much else to do with the storm raging, so they all settled to their bedrolls early.

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Morning came unexpectedly for Fendros, who has inadvertently positioned his bedroll away from the rays of the morning sun. He was shaken awake by Janius, "Rise and shine, Fendros. Time to hunt."

Fendros took a deep breath and sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes and suddenly realizing what time it was. He hurried to collect his equipment and stood ready in a short amount of time given the circumstances. Everyone was ready to hunt, even Sabine, who had twisted her cloak into a heavy rope-like sash over her shoulder. It was a rare sight to see her exposing her gaunt figure, maybe even the only times where she did so was in preparation for a hunt.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Well, the assignment is done. I'm not sure whether it's because I'm really tired after finishing it, but I don't really know what to post from here. Any suggestions, or should I just finish the scene?