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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] June 24th 2015, 19:18

We still need another post from Pharika and Emily before we can continue with the moose.

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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] June 24th 2015, 22:14

Hearing the thunderous hooves, Emily's forest green eyes locked on the bull. Charging straight at her, she froze, unable to move. Finally at the last moment, she dove out of the way, barely missed by the bull. She recovered from the drastic move, getting back up to her feet after falling on her side and sliding across the grass. She shook her head and on instinct her ears folded down to plaster against her skull.

"What's the plan?" she asked as the male approached her and another nearby her. She nodded, understanding her job. Taking off after the red fae named Sofiel, she slowly took in the fact that she was running straight at the bull. She inhaled deeply, trying to plan while still in motion. Without thinking, she did possibly the dumbest move she could've ever done.

She leapt into the air, attempting to land on the back of the moose. If she landed it, she would've bit down right on the spine, above the shoulder. Locking her jaw, she then would've closed her eyes and held on for dear life. It was stupid, reckless, but it might distract the bull enough.

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Attack: Attempt to leap onto the bull's back and latch onto the spine above the shoulders with teeth
Defense: Ears folded, eyes narrowed, tail tucked, legs spread to have a low stance
Injuries: None yet


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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] June 27th 2015, 17:00

The fae listened intently as more showed up and spoke. Though before she could open her mouth the moose noted them and charged. Was it wise to attack it head on while it was charging them, horns down and ready to gore? No it was not, though some did it. Pharikas ears pinned back against her head as she bared her teeth. Waiting for others to make their moves to see where she was needed. Nothing its empty left flank she ran to the wolves flank opposite of breeze. Waiting for her moment she flung herself at the Bulls left back leg, jaws open wide, though she would attempt to do so above its hooves, as to keep herself out of kicking range, for she would pull her legs close against her body, placing them on the moose itself if need be. She knew that if she attached herself to its left hip she would be well out of its horns range and its sharp hooves range. If she succeeded to latch on she would attempt to throw her weight backwards, hobbling the vp rapture in a futile attempt to make it stumble and falter, making its throat easy to lung at. She knew if she didn't move carefully from here on out the last thing she would see was a hoove in her face. One that could very easy kill her. Kill any Wolf that found its sharp end.

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Attack: Lunging at its back left hip,attempting to bite into its leg and pull its upper leg at an odd angle to hobble it.
Defense: ears pinned back, legs tucked against body.
Injuries:none yet
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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] June 29th 2015, 09:10

Through the rush of the situation, the bull was ready to take a life for himself. Too many times he had seen females and young being taken out by wolves. It was time to get some retribution. The large male watched as the wolves moved out of the danger zone. Swooping around to face them again, some of the wolves attacked, while others tried to be scary. Smirking to himself he charged the wolves again. A male came to him and lunged at his shoulder. It was a smart move, for the moose never saw it coming. His eyes had been targeted on another wolf. As the wolf latched onto his shoulder, he allowed a loud complaint to come from his lips. In his fury, he kicked his hind legs up and down in the air. The effect should knock the male wolf off of him, but also keep his rear safe from any of the predators. If he was able to kick one in the face or hit any of their vital organs, it would be over even before it began. He thrashed his head from side to side as well, his antlers trying their best to pierce the wolf on his body. But his antlers were too big and gaudy in able to do that.

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Attack: Charges and kicks his legs behind him
Defense: Head low, moving side to side
Injuries: one wolf latched onto his shoulder, but there is minimal damage

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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] June 30th 2015, 18:57

Breeze gazed at the chaos unfolding before her as her packmates scrambled to heed Erabus's orders. Breeze made an effort to lock gazes with him and nodded agreeably. No time to argue. This was time for action, not excess words. She let out a sharp bark while looking at Newt, beckoning the brute with her golden orbs to attack the moose's right shoulder. The females, Emily and the other brown pelted fae, attacked as well. Breeze wasn't very pleased to see them disregard their packmate's order, but didn't protest as one attacked the beast's left flank and hip. That was at least a reasonable spot for the female to attempt to sink her teeth into. To the warrior's surprise and horror, Emily had launched herself directly at the head of the charging animal and attempted to vault over and onto it's back. The animal bucked it's hind legs and continued to swing it's antlers back and forth. Breeze feared for her packmate's life. "Dig into it's back or it's neck! If you fall, go for it's throat if you can...or distract it." The grey warrior said. Hopefully Emily would make it onto the moose's back and pay attention to her advice, for if she could cause the animal significant blood loss and weigh it down, then it would be much easier to finish it off.

She quickly gestured for Newt to continue to help Finnick and Orion by attempting to latch onto the right shoulder. Two wolves on the left shoulder and two on the right would help drag the thing down or at least slow it down. The dusky grey female glanced behind her, and saw the black pelted warrior crouching with his gaze fixed on the flank. The she-wolf gave him a sheepish smile and moved away from the moose's flank and hip, then fixed her golden gaze on the beast's shoulder. The other warrior would do his job, while she did hers. The large fae would attempt to dash to it and sink her fangs in, slightly toward the back and high enough that it's hoof wouldn't be too much of a threat. She still had her dark ears pinned to her head and tail kept low and behind her...away from the prey animal's legs. Her stance was wide and steady with paws braced to give as much resistance and weight as possible as she tried to pull at it's shoulder. If she could get deep into the muscle, she would try to rip and tug, hoping to cause it a terrible wound or perhaps to make the muscles inefficient or even dislocate it if her packmates helped.

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Attack: Attempt to sink teeth deep into the right shoulder and pull at it, either to rip and tear muscle away and possible hinder the moose's use of it's leg, or dislocate it as well (if Newt also joins in it will hopefully work better). Also is resisting against the moose's movement and slow it down.
Defense: Wide and low stance, tail tucked, ears pinned.
Injuries: None so far.

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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 1st 2015, 14:24

Attack after attack. That was all that was being done, no one was distracting and orders were not being followed. The entire thing was a fucking mess and the brute could see that this was not going to end well. So many jaws were attacking and there could be nothing doing about it, well maybe perhaps if someone could knock all their head together. Maybe that would work, but quite frankly that would only distract them more. Those set on distracting were only attacking and not catching the moose's eye much. They were launching and trying to bite, which wasn't going to work. At least, however, they were trying to aim for the right spots. Pharika, a fae whom was supposed to be distracting according to Erabus' orders, was now in his way. The timing was wrong, the beast was not distracted enough to not think about his hind legs. And he surely had seen, from those eyes placed on the sides of his face, her jump there. He lashed his tail, his move was stolen and was terribly placed at that. And somehow he knew that he was going to have to try to clean her mistake up. The other female Omega, Emily, had leapt up and tried to land on the Bulls back. A dumb-ass move that somehow, if landed, could be beneficial. . Her jaws would be latched onto its skin and all that Desoto could hope for her now was that, if she succeeded, she was not thrown. The male, whom was supposed to be blind, had managed to grip the prey's shoulder. But then the moose let out a sudden snort of complaint as the dark pelted fae landed and he could see the move it was going to use next. There was only one person in line that he could reach: the other omega female.

The moose was going to buck. The action would hit anyone near the rear of the moose. Although it might not appear like so, the legs were powerful. one hit from them and you could be out; injured, dead, or, very unlikely, unharmed. Since he was only a foot or two away from the omega female, Desoto lunged out, his jaws attempting to grip Pharika's tail to pull her out of reach. Her attack had failed, and the prey was making his own. It was time to move. If he succeeded with his goal, she would be out of reach from those hooves and still be free to attack. There was nothing he could do in time for the supposed blind wolf or darker pelting female atop the back of the beast. It was up to them to either hold on, or let go. He turned from the she-wolf then, keeping low to the ground and trying to find a weak point. At the moment, his original target was not accessible. And being hit with those legs was not something he would want to do during this whole shebang. Instead he aimed farther up. The place where he was going to hit before was sensitive, and hard to shake off if done correctly.  However, there was a similar place on the front legs of the animal. He would aim there. Creeping forward he kept his tail tucked between his legs, his ears flat and his body stretched in a straight board as he advanced. When the midnight pelted brute got close enough, he would try to dart beneath the moose, out of reach of the hind legs. If that was accomplished he would aim for the place where the leg came out from the body, in the gap between, and clamp his jaws down there. This would limit its movement in the front left area of its body. Too keep himself safe, his tail was tucked, ears flat and his body would be placed out of reach of the hoof that could rear back and strike him. He still had to worry about the moose's mass though. If he decided to lay down in attempt to crush him, Desoto would have to make a dash to freedom. However, that move would also land and easier targeting tactic for the rest of the pack. Either way, it was not known how his move was to be played out.


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Attack: Dash beneath the moose and strike at the "arm pit" (I don't know what to call it xD) of the moose
Defense: Tail tucked, ears flat, body placed away from range of attacked leg
Injuries: None

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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 2nd 2015, 02:43

She had kept quiet for the duration of her time in Agavos, very few seeking her attention for cures and remedies. There were other healers that had joined, though she'd failed to learn their names. Anti-socialism suited her well as she preferred to remain quiet and unseen in the shadows. Of all the professions in a pack, the Healer was the one with the second-least amount of contact with others. The first was of course a Warrior. They merely had to train and fight and protect, there was no necessity in maintaining deep social relationships with others beyond perhaps knowing the names of other warriors and their superiors. All other social contact was purely for the sake of ones socioemotional wellbeing. The Healer could treat their patient, few as they were, with a clinical logic and maintaining an emotional distance. A Hunter had to be able to work both alone and in a team. Their ability to provide for the pack hinged upon their ability to know their fellow Hunters and predict their movements. A Caretaker, well, a Caretaker literally had to puppy-sit other wolves kids. They had the most social interaction of them all. But not Ashlen, she preferred the shadows and keeping the herb stockpiles full. The green-eyed fae had gathered all she could from the Training Pasture and snow slunk towards the bank of a wide river in a place called Pangae's Gully. She searched for moss or any other plants that preferred a more hydrated environment. There was a howl a ways off, telling her to come closer, to help. It sounded like one of the healers. Perhaps he needed help tending a wounded friend. She sighed, If it must be me, then let it be so. She crouched, wriggling her shoulders in preparation before leaping forth, bounding in the direction of his call. It wasn't long before the shy creature found most of her pack - almost entirely composed of unfamiliar faces - surrounding and attacking a very large moose. She hadn't intended to end up here, she was a mediocre huntress at best. Her talents lay with calmly and clinically applying herbs to wounds, easing the pain of a thrashing Warrior who would likely never thank her. But she was sure to have been spotted by now, it would do no good to be seen abandoning her pack in a hunt to run and hide. Resigned to her fate of a surely bloody outcome, the female lowered into a half crouch before setting forth upon the much larger beast. It clearly had been injured some already and two wolves were presently making their attacks, aiming for the shoulders while another appeared to be riding on its back. This Healer wasn't particularly fast, nor particularly accurate and so her wild jump into the foray ended up aimed at the creatures rump, far above her head. She kept her jaw open wide, teeth prepared to strike flesh and paws outstretched should they be needed in a desperate attempt at salvaging her position. Her movements were sloppy and unpractised, not the most encouraging sight for her pack mates.

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Attack: A half-hearted attack on the Moose's rump
Defense: None
Injuries: None

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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 2nd 2015, 08:33

Pharika's jaws missed their mark by a hair lengths as the moose bucked and shook. And as the hoof came up she jerked her body to the side. Though she didn't get completely out of range the hoove barely clipped her shoulder, causing her to yelp and jump back a bit further. Flexing her shoulder she noted a small cut and some soreness. It would probably bruise and maybe scar, but at least it wasn't broken. Letting out a snarl she cirled more to the Moooses left side, charging herself forward, keeping herself low until she got close enough to the moose to jump at its ribs. Lunging forward she kept her ears pinned, attempting to latch herself onto its softer side skin. If successful she would do something similar to what she had planed to do before, and pull her legs up close to her body. Which would keep her well out of range of its horns and hooves. She knew this fight wasn't quite going their way just yet but this pack was strong. They had good hunters and warriors, and even good healers. She also knew it could take hours for a pack to take down a full grown bull moose. They could do this. She knew they could. It took her a minute to realize it but neither of the higher ups were here. This, it was a test. They were somewhere. Watching. Waiting. Assessing each and every one of them. She had to survive this, she had to contribute. This was her chance. Her chance to be something better. Her chance to be a warrior. And she would not let this chance slip through her paws. Not this time. She was done being an omega.


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Attack: Attempting to latch onto the Mooses left side. If successfull she will claw and bite at its ribs.
Defense: Ears tucked, legs pulled in close. If successfull in her attack she will pull her legs flush against the moose to keep out of range of his hooves and horns
Injuries: Minor cut on her right shoulder with some soreness and eventually bruising
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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 2nd 2015, 11:43

It was madness they were going to get no where like this random attack's here and there might tire the beast out due to blood loss, Newt listened as Breeze began to speak and then motioned for him to keep helping the two male Finnick and Orion, the tall lanky canine launched himself towards the moose jaws open and ready to clamp down onto the creature attempting to help the two with trying to snap the leg. Newt's jaws latched onto the moose's shoulder shaking it violently to help them out the taste of the fur was quiet unsettling but the blood was not, the tri-colored male did the best to keep his jaws attached to the beast's leg but with all of the bucking and shaking of the moose's head it was hard. Newt realized where Breeze was going with this whole idea it was a good one the canine was soon shaking off of the beast from all of it's movement, he didn't want to leave the blind Healer Orion but swiftly moved towards breeze to help out with the right leg. If this went as planned then they might just be able to injure the moose enough to where it was barely able to walk and then have someone go in for the throat. Once again the tri-colored brute's jaws clamped onto the flesh of the large beast tugging at it as the dusty grey warrior was working on the brown beast's shoulder.

Newt's heart was racing adrenaline coursing through his body it was an exciting task but he did have to admit he was not only concerned for his safety but his friends and pack mates safety, this was a dangerous task one wrong move and he or someone he knew could be dead. Newt continued to tug on the moose's leg in attempt to rip away at least some of the flesh, or at least throw it off of balance. The brute spread out in a wide stance, tucking his tail, and pinning his ears back against his skull. The thought of dying ran through his mind once again horrifying images running through his mind also, the thoughts and images only pushed him to tug harder at the leg now attempting to dislocate it if he had any luck at doing so. The canine was not aware what going on around him he was rather focused on helping Breeze out as for Finnick and Orion he had no clue how it was coming over on the other side of the beast, a blind healer and a sight seeing hunter.

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Attack: Launching towards the moose's left shoulder shaking violently in attempt to dislocate shoulder. Then moving to help Breeze by launching himself at the right leg in attempt to tear away flesh and cause bleeding.
Defense: Tail tucked, Wide Stance, and ears pinned back against skull.
Injuries: None So Far


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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 2nd 2015, 12:48

Finnick was beginning to pant as he ran alongside the moose. As the blind healer latched onto the shoulder of the beast, the brute moved forward toward the monster's front legs. He had his yellow fangs bared and attempted to nip at the moose's right leg while keeping an eye on Orion to make sure nothing would get the blind brute injured. AS he ran alongside the beast to distract him from what the others were doing behind him, he noticed the dark male known as Desoto aim for the spot where the moose's skin of his leg trailed down to his barrel. He thought it was a brilliant idea as it was a soft spot on the beast and may stop him from running any longer as his jaws would prevent the joint from continuing the running motion of the right leg. Waiting for the right moment to launch himself forward, he kept checking back on Orion. He knew the healer could handle himself, but he couldn't help to keep an eye on his blind wolf to make sure no injuries were inflicted on the brute. Then the Caretaker Newt was ordered to help the two males take over the right flank. He felt the brute's fur brush his as he shot himself up towards the right shoulder with Orion. After making sure his pack mates were safe where they were, he continued to attempt to trip the beast.

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Attack: Attempting to nip at the right front leg and the "arm pit" of the moose
Defense: Tail tucked and ears pinned back
Injuries: None as of yet

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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 2nd 2015, 12:54

It had taken Twelve a while to catch up with his pack mates to where their task was to unfold due to his distance from the destination. He had been scouting around the very edges of the territory, curious to discover more about  these new lands when the distance howl of his new alpha had reached perked ears. From then he had made his way to the howl's destination at a steady trot, originally considering sprinting there but soon discarding the idea at the thought that he would probably need energy for whatever was to happen. A new pack, only one alpha and an Elite, it was likely it was to fill up some high rank spots and slight excitement sparked up in the Warrior's stomach, he had never become noticed or that known at all in Helidos, hopefully here he could make a difference. He now stood tall, muscles rippling beneath his thick fur and amber orbs shining in the magnificent sunlight. Nearby he could spot the Alpha Desmond along with the Elite Fel and a younger wolf, probably an apprentice. If the Alpha had noticed him he would see Twelve give a respectful dip of the head to mark his presence before turning to take in the scene. A huge moose blundered about, wolves standing tightly around it, others hanging from the beast.

Twelve clawed at the ground with anticipation before trotting over it, the task was clear. Take down the beast. If you proved yourself worthy of a rank it would be given to you. Twelve sucked in a deep breath, it was his chance to become noticed. "Warrior Twelve" He stated as he neared the others, letting any that cared know of his name and status, who knew- it could become useful. He kept his calculating gaze fixed on the scene, interest flickering in his amber orbs. Hopefully he hadn't arrived too late for the alpha to take any interest in him, he wasn't overly ambitious or anything but no one could deny that a proper title was something good to be able to state that you earned. There wasn't much time, the beast was charging and wolves were clinging on to its sides and shoulder determinedly. The occasional buck caused most to stay clear of its rump. Adrenaline had already begun to pump around his body and Twelve ran his tongue across his pearly fangs curiously before springing into action. It had to be slowed down or it would be almost impossible to hold on and kill the creature.

His next move would be extremely risky but he was determined to make this creature fall and with a low growl he darted straight at the large herbivore. He had intended to startle the creature into halting but it had already stopped and Twelve cursed lowly, now all startling could do would be to cause the creature to make some frantic move, unless...Twelve took a deep breath, this could go two ways and he was willing to take the risk to make it successful. One had to take risks in life, right? "Better hold on" He muttered- directed at the wolves clinging to the beast not knowing if they'd heard or not. He waited for an opening when the moose turned his large head to try remove one of the many clinging to its upper side before leaping forward and making a lunge for its exposed neck. If successful he'd cling on for a few moments, try to tear as much flesh as he could, angling as close to the throat as possible but  unable to reach it without risking getting his skull bashed in by the creatures head. Time was precious and he would once again let go and spring away hopefully before it had time to turn back and hit it with them giant antlers or a hoof.

He would have to keep darting at it. He snarled and sprang forward, snapping at it from the front before hopping back again. "I'm going to try make it rear up, someone be at the rear end ready to try cause damage to it's rear leg if it rears up so you can unbalance it but be quick you might only have seconds!" He yelled, praying someone would hear him and those near the front half would hold on and keep doing damage if the others were unsuccessful it might possibly fall when landing back on its front legs if they were damaged enough. Taking a deep breath he went at it from the front again, trying to snap at its front legs and even leaping up at its chest once he was sure its antlers were at a safe distance before hopping back again. His ears were laying flat against his head and his stance was wide to make sure he had sure balance yet ready to hop nimbly out of the way if needed. He kept leaping forward making his attacks, hoping it would rear back to try and lash out at him so if someone followed his words could make a dive at its rear legs when it was using them to support its full weight, and hopefully he'd mange to get out of the way before it hit him.

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Attack: An attempted attack at the neck before making continuos lunges at the front area.
Defense: Ears pinned, wide stance for balance and continuos hopping back out of its reach.
Injuries: N/A.

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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 2nd 2015, 20:26

(ooc- sorry it sucks, I had a tough time coming up with muse)

Everybody wants to be the hero...

It was disappointing, truly. The faes the warrior had ordered to distract where doing just the opposite, assaulting the bull amid its most unsafe time. The attempts they made where towards the right areas, yet with the herbivore not having his attention elsewhere, the attacks weren't well timed. The warrior, couldn't do anything about it though and with the faes already acting, the brute simply watched. If they got hurt, while he wouldn't necessarily like it to happen, it would be their own fault. The moose let a complaint leave his mouth, the sound threatening as it meant he was getting enraged. Furious, it began raising its rear upwards, trying to keep the pack mostly clear of that area. One hit to their bodies by the sharp hooves would do some great harm even potential death, if they weren't cautious.

The pack was at long last doing some damage to the bull however, more having attacked and latched themselves onto the side and legs and with some of the wolves having took Erabus' order's more seriously, their parts to the hunt where actually gaining progress. Bi-colored orbs still locked onto the large mass of meat in front of him, the brute kept his stance low. Figure near to the ground, enough to have the capacity to keep venturing the grassy region without actually being on the ground. It made it easier to jump and move out of danger's way with brisk movements. Lips peeled back slightly in a snarl, the male would roll his tongue out of his mouth, letting the saliva-covered muscle lick over his bared fangs. Erabus' figure shook with anticipation, the adrenaline through his veins making his heart race as the bull would shake his antlers and move to get the wolves off of him.

From the corner of his eyes, the large brute took notice of a few new wolves appearing. It was nice to see honestly, even if they were a bit late; The more wolves they had, the better chance of taking this beast down. Especially if it's the entire pack working to take it down. With more of the wolves taking attacks near the shoulders and fore-legs, Erabus could feel in his core his opportunity coming. Stalking closer, at the sight of a tawny lighter male striking for the neck, the brute would rush forward. Now or never... Paws hitting the ground heavily as he ran, the warrior would launch himself for the moose just a few seconds after the male Twelve. Pushing up on his hind legs at the last second, the brute would rise up with his jaws spread wide for the bulls side. Teeth would pierce the skin smoothly if he landed his attack, and if so, Erabus' wouldn't stop there. Lifting his body up to avoid hooves at his stomach, the male would dig his dull claws into the beasts skin as he shook his head vigorously to tear muscle and whatever else in the bull he had captive in his mouth.

In an instant however, the warrior would drop off and rush beneath the moose, teeth parted to take hold of the bulls hind left leg. If successful, Erabus would turn his body around swiftly as he came out from underneath with the beast's leg still in his grasp, ears pinned down as he began using all his strength to keep a hold on the moose; Jerking his head backwards while his jaws closed around the leg tighter - Attempting to throw the bull off balance and onto the ground, he pulled the left leg towards the right side of the beast's body. If this all went his way, the bull would fall and in that moment, it would give someone or two to go for the vital neck to kill off the bull which would event the pack feasting and joyous yips all around.


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Attack: Attempt towards the bulls left side | Whether he made his first attack or not, Erabus would aim for the moose's left leg, pulling it out with him on the bulls right side to throw him off balance & on the ground.
Defense: Stance low for quick movement, ears pinned, and if he landed his first attack, Erabus would lift his body up to avoid the rear hooves.
Injuries: None yet

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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 2nd 2015, 22:33

Everything that happened after that was a blur. Leaping into the air, the bull went wild, bucking and kicking it's vicious hooves out behind him. And straight into Emily. Although it only snagged on her coat, leaving a deep and long gash, she still fell back to the ground. With a sharp smack, her head hit the dirt, rendering her dazed. Her entire vision went completely white, and as the paleness retreated, black began to take over. She was forced to close one of her eyes as blood began to seep over her face, another cut above her eye bleeding. Her hearing was just a faint ringing, and her breathing alongside her heartbeat was the only thing she could listen to. Slowly, both her eyes shut, and she could feel the pain receding. There was always one way to escape hurting, and that was unconsciousness. This one was involuntary though, and finally, silence, but not peace.

She found herself drifting in nothingness. Pitch black surrounded her, and she could hear faint voices in the distance, but she couldn't decipher who they belonged to, nor what they were saying. She couldn't even tell if they were there at all. The ringing was back, but it was louder this time. She felt cold, like ice was running through her veins instead of blood. She wanted to escape this, whatever it was and finally, her wish was granted. And then, she was free.


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Attack: None
Defense: None
Injuries: Gash on her shoulder, leaving bone showing and flesh exposed; cut above her left eye, blood seeping down her face to partially blind her; knocked out from head injury; brain swelling slightly, soon to fall into a coma.
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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 2nd 2015, 22:42

We are waiting for Orion and Sofiel to post before the moose can again!

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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 3rd 2015, 21:34

They were taking too long. Some bickered about what they should do, trying to make themselves the leaders, while others just mindlessly agreed to any party they thought best. But honestly was could Desmond expect when there had been no direct leader? As the bull moose charged them, he shook his head. He wondered at what point Fel would no longer watch them, and take control of the situation herself. He knew she wanted to. Seeing how they were managing, it was a dead giveaway. Someone was going to be killed. They spread out and made their attacks, while others tried to snarl and get the attention of the moose. Desmond could no longer eat, his eyes were on the wild prey beast. ”Let them try, I don’t want any interference unless lives are to be lost. On my command, you are free to join, just wait. The best way to see who we need as what positions is to let them figure it out alone.” Desmond continued to watch, never taking his eyes off the scene before him. So many valiant attacks, and so many of them failed. Green eyes stared in awe as the battle raged on. The Alpha had noticed they were joined by Striker, but said nothing. He was unsure if a pup should see such a thing after going through whatever trouble and bad past it had been. But this was not a wolf. It was food. This bull would feed the whole pack for a good while. To be honest, Desmond grew tired of the deer taste. It would be good to try a new flavor every now and then. The first wolf to land an attack was an off-white colored one. Others shouted his name and the like, but Desmond couldn’t recall it. Something about names and faces really got mixed up in his own. Often times he was surprised he never got Ariste or Fel confused, even though their personalities were not alike and their eyes were opposite of one another. He hadn’t thought about Ariste in a while, curious how she was doing within the borders of Erenyx. He hoped she was scaring the piss out of wolves at her borders constantly.

But as things seemed to grow ever more intense, Desmond was brought back to reality. His little dreamland would have to wait. The male stood on his four paws. He watched as the moose bucked up its hind legs. It reared an attack at any wolves that came towards the rear. But one Omega was not lucky enough to miss the kicks. Right to the shoulder. The kick did not hurt her too much, but the force sent her flying towards the ground. As she landed, her head bounced off the gravel. Blood covered the floor around her, and Desmond knew this was not good. She did not get up, her body quit trying. Growling as he lunged forward, [color=#004c4c}”Damnit Emily..”[/color] He sprang into action, making sure he was far from the bull in his approach. The last thing he needed was to become a target himself. The Alpha moved to the fae, grabbing her by the scruff behind her neck. He tugged just enough to pull her from the danger zone. She was bleeding in two place. One didn’t look all that bad, but the one on her forehead was deep. It could cause serious brain injury if it went uncared for. Grabbing her again, he tossed her torso as high in the air as he could, while he slid his form beneath her. As her weight hit the slope of his back, he stood and moved back towards Fel. As he got to a soft patch of grass, he carefully allowed her form to rest on the ground. Looking to Fel he had no idea what to do at this point. They would have to help now. ”Get the best healer you know, bring them to Emily. Nobody else gets hurt. Got it? Not if we can stop it.” Desmond stood watch over the Omega’s body, waiting for help to arrive. If the moose came towards him, he would do anything to keep it away from her. ”Emily if you can hear me, you are going to be alright. You are pretty foolish when it comes to hunting, so I definitely know what rank I will be granting you now.” Now he would wait and see what happened next.

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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 4th 2015, 01:25

Fel watched the battle silently with her apathetic, analytical glare. Wolves were about to get hurt because of their scatter-brained tactics. It seemed like chaos. No one was doing what they were supposed to be doing. The moose was not distracted, and attacks were flying like a feeble flock of furies – intimidating for the victim but overall ineffective. The fae noticed when the young apprentice came to join them, giving him a quick glance of a greeting. He was one of those Erenyx pups from last year’s litter. Why was he here? She didn’t know, but assumed Desmond had accepted him at the borders. It didn’t really matter. One less pup for Erenyx, and one more for Agavos. Fel turned back to the fight, commenting in a low, bored tone as she saw Emily launch herself in the air, “Idiot.” It all happened as she would expect. Next thing she knew, Desmond was darting away to save her. Was Fel supposed to follow? No, she had been told to stay. And stay she did, until the elite was told to move again.

The brutish fae didn’t even respond in acknowledgement. Time was of the essence, and she needed to move. As the last few words were coming out of Desmond’s mouth, she had already sprung and darted like a bullet towards the ring of battle, though she heard the entirety of the command. Rushing forward, she knew exactly who to call. Although Sofiel was their first and perhaps most experienced healer, her role in the chaos was too great. Orion was equally skilled, and the elite wanted him out of the battle for his own safety. He had proved he could handle himself, but as the moose continued to rage, he was in much greater danger than the rest. It took less than a minute for her to reach them, calling orders into the chaos with her threatening, commanding voice, “Orion, we need your medical assistance. Now! It would surely take a few seconds for him to get to her so she could lead him to Emily’s side, so she took advantage of the situation and quickly barked out some more orders. “Pharika, do what you were told to do in the first place and distract the moose. Twelve, replace Emily and aid Sofiel in keeping the moose’s eyes on and only on you three.” Her eyes would widen slightly as Ashlen did the most idiotic attack since Emily’s little flying lesson. “Ashlen! Get away from the thing’s ass! Now!” She turned back to the front, “The rest of you, do not get in range of its hooves and hold back on attacking too painfully until Sofiel’s group regains control of the battle. Then go for the weak spots. Desoto, continue to aim for the soft skin between the leg and body. Tear it apart and make him bleed out. Newt and Finnick, carefully aim for the same spot on the hind side. Keep your body out of range of the hooves. Its leg can’t reach forward and up that high to get you, and even if it somehow hits you, it will be a leg and not a sharp hoof. If you feel it move to get you with its antlers, dart away while Breeze takes the chance at its throat. Everyone else, keep attacking when Sofiel is ready, but mind your safety and the safety of those around you.” As soon as Orion got to her, Fel would gently smack her abnormally long tail against his muzzle. “Take my tail. I don’t have time to wait.” With that, she paused for him to grasp her tail tip before she darted off, dragging him with her. She didn’t care much if he bit her a little and held on. Taking the shortest path to Emily, Fel got Orion there as soon as possible, describing the wounds along the way. “She has a nasty gash on her shoulder and what I suspect to be a concussion with an added minor head wound. I’ll leave you to do the rest.” In a strange-looking bucking motion, she planned to whiplash his head with her tail the few meters they had left in guidance before looking to Desmond. “Alpha, am I to take control of the situation?” Her head was turned to the side, glancing between the battle and their other party. Fel kept an especially close watch on the healer, wanting to make sure that she got away from those back hooves. They were deadly, and she was in a perfect position to be hit by them. This was why training and ranks were needed. Chaos in battle results in injury. They needed one or two single voices to command them, not a chorus of children trying to play the hero.

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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 4th 2015, 07:24

Orion had been shaken off, thrown across the ground and a small injury across his shoulder. His ears roved forward as he listened, getting ready to attack again when a familiar voice called unto him. He took a low stance and bolted towards the voice. His paws scraped against the ground until he was directly by the she-wolf. His maw opened and he grasped her tail as gently as possible, bolting forward as she moved with great speed. He stumbled only slightly at first, paws touching the earth with great speed. He was lashed towards the she-wolf and gave a firm nod of his head. He ran his nose against the ground and snatched up some cobwebs, placing them across the she-wolf's shoulder. He nuzzled her head and paused, his grey eyes just staring into a void. He lifted his head and scented where exactly he was. "Hang on." He bolted quickly towards the place he had left several herbs, grasping it in his maw and making his way back to almost the same exact spot. He dropped the herbs and ground some leafs within his maw, turning it to mush. He carefully removed the cobwebs and gently placed herbs against the she-wolf. Rubbing it in slowly before replacing the cobwebs again. He nosed the faes face, applying the same herbs as before. He flicked his tail and nudged the she-wolf's paws in search of any broken limbs that would need attention. When he found there was none, he lifted the she-wolf's head gently, checking her head for any large bumps. He gently placed her head down and shifted, his clouded eyes holding the emotion of concern. "Fel? Alpha? I need one of you to check her eyes, describe them to me, please? If they look unusual, not like normal, then something may be wrong more then a concession. " He paused in his words, trying to make sure that was the word the Rogue had used. Coma. He shifted from paw to paw, anxiously awaiting to be told. As he waited, he would remove the cobwebs from the shoulder and search for more webs. He would take away the blood soaked ones to put on a layer of fresh ones. His fur ruffled with the gentle breeze, his lightly colored pelt shaking ever so little. His ears roved forward, tail swaying between his legs in a neutral stance. He knew how to take care of the wounds, but soon she would need to be placed in the healers den. He listened, waiting for either a male or the Elite females voice to tell him what exactly he had asked for. He knew a coma was dangerous, but he wasn't sure of exact details since he had never fully been around a patient whom entered a coma. It was like a deep sleep and they had to be forced to drink and eat. He would shift again and chew upon a herb, placing it in the she-wolf's mouth and rubbing her throat with his ebony nose in order to get her to swallow. It would ease the pain and stop most infections, though he didn't know the name of the herb. His mind raced with so many thoughts as he finished taking care of the fae, his head tilting towards the hunt. "It's crazy..." He mumbled to himself, knowing the other wolves hadn't listened to anyone. Everyone wants to show off, and this is what happens... He thought quietly, mainly thinking of the young fae he had just taken care of. "She'll be alright, but when there is time... I'd like to take her to the healers den where we can treat her daily till her wounds heal." He spoke in a calm and respectful tone, not even a smirk lay upon his maw. He simply respected his higher ranks and then shifted to where the moose had been. "Shall I rejoin the hunt, or do you wish for me to stay with the injured fae in case anyone else gets injured?" Concern ran through his voice, he was afraid that the others may get hurt. He, being a healer, would always worry about others. Surely though, taking down the moose would have been easier if others had taken commands instead of shouting more commands.





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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 4th 2015, 11:23

Chaos. That was the only word to describe the scene around them. Absolute chaos. Wolves leapt this way and that, each one seeming more determined than the next to put themselves in harms way, straight into the firing line of the bull's deadly weapons. Snarls ripped through the air, an irritated bellow rumbled from the bull's chest, hooves struck out into the air, and nothing more than chaos remained. They were never going to win if they kept this up. They needed direction, they needed a leader, not a band of misfits all vying for their 5 minutes of glory. Where the hell was their Alpha, or even the Elite, Fel? If they kept this up, the only blood that would be spilt here today would be their own. She kept up her desperate attempt to distract the beast with yips and barks, darting in and back out again snapping at its face and forelegs, but on her own it was no use. Her alone was not enough to distract the moose from the battalion of wolves that were coming at it from every direction. But then, oh but then it got so much worse. Her emerald eyes widened in horror as hooves connected with one of the females. She winced out of sheer anticipation as to how much damage the kick had done. Blood began to flow from the female as she lay near lifeless upon the ground. She needed to help her, she had to get to her.

Out of the bushes emerged their Alpha, racing to Emily's aid and pulling her from the fray. Sofiel made to move to help him, to help the female, but then too came the Elite, though she was barking directions to them all. She summoned Orion for medical assistance and was slightly torn by this, though she did not dare argue. She could have easily been there faster, she had seen what had happened, but Fel was her superior, and there was no room for arguing now. Hearing her own name, Sofiel continued on with her original plan to distract the moose, anxiously awaiting those that Fel had commanded to help her with such a task. With more of them at the forefront, they stood a chance at distracting it enough to let the others get in and take the shots they needed to to bring the beast down. She kept her stance, and her eyes trained on the bull, still barking and snapping at it while waiting for the others to join her.

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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 4th 2015, 20:07

With each attack the moose made, the wolves retaliated with force and aggression. He grew tired of the games and the shouting. Left and right wolves attacked him, trying to bring him to the ground, but he would not allow it to happen. If he was going to die, he was going to take one with him. A fae(Ashlen) had launched an attack at him and his hind left hoof clocked her right in the head. He did not have time to see if she had died. More attacks swooned over him. The bull shook his head side to side, trying to hard off those that went for the front. But of all the wolves that went for his back and sides, he could not overpower them. There were far too many. Another loud grunt escaped from his lips, the sound was close to that of a lion. It seemed like more wolves were appearing out of nowhere and attacking him in different areas. A few wolves had almost slid beneath his form and grabbed at the meat space from his legs and his torso. They yanked and forced the moose to slide onto his rear hip. But nothing held him there. He quickly got back up to his full height once more. He shook some wolves off and made his way to the water. In the water, it came to his chest. He could see the red all around him, it moved down stream, but left a strange circle around him. His eyes grew hazy, but he shook his head in an attempt to get a clearer vision. He would not be able to stand up against these wolves much longer. But he could see all the chaos he had created amongst them, and for this he smiled.

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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 5th 2015, 02:50

Even her awry lunge at the beasts shoulder, which ultimately aimed her towards his rump , was sent off course. The healer hadn't accounted for the beasts quick, jerky movements. As she flew through the air towards him she noticed so much going on around her. She saw the wolves of her pack lunging from all sides. She heard snarls from desperate hunters and orders barked by superiors. She could see the way the grass moved beneath the paws of her comrades, how their weight flattened it and the way it sprung back into livelihood the moment they were released. A richly coloured butterfly of purple and black fluttered about her head, each wing beat slowed and exaggerated for her viewing pleasure. She heard their Alpha rush to the aid of on injured fae and heard him call for the help of a healer. Her eyes darted in the direction of the voice, thinking she could land safely and rush to their aid. They say in the moments before you die you see your life flash before your eyes. Ashlen saw a very unremarkable life. The life of a boring apprentice who followed the rules for too long. A fae who failed to bear her mate a litter. A widow who let her only love be murdered. A beast who struck down her alpha. A whimsical child who let herself be fooled by a green eyed liar. A shadow whose life would drift away to rejoin the shadows as if she'd never existed. They also say that as you die, you see the faces of those you love most. She saw only one face. Aaron's. His grey pelt was unmistakeable, as was his adoring smile. So focused on her phantoms she missed the hoof that struck her temple and ended her life.

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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 5th 2015, 02:59

(I didn't have time to proof-read. Sorry.)

Fel did not see the contact of the hoof to the healer’s head – only the corpse flying to the ground and the moose, after falling, slowly moving towards the water. The elite seemed to receive a small positive response from her superior before rushing off to tend to the other healer. As she flew over the grassy field, Fel knew that Ashlen had a very little chance of having survived, but their numbers were few and she had to make sure. Reaching the tawny mass, the raven fae examined it. The glassy look in those green eyes was unmistakable for a wolf who had already seen so much death. But for the inexperienced and the idiotic, the mark left on the skull would be enough evidence. Ashlen was dead. “Pity.” Fel dragged her off to Desmond as not to distract the others with the presence of death before making her way back to the group. There was nothing that could be done for the former healer, and it was not worth killing the pack’s already sinking morale. It was about time to kill the moose.

But there was one simple problem. Their worst-case scenario had occurred. The moose was taking his last stand in the water. All of their proposed plans to keep him away from it had failed. But on the bright side, it seemed that he was losing his strength, and fast. “Work as a pack, not as individuals. The bull seems like it is at its last stand. If he wants to die in that water, so be it. Sofiel, Twelve, Pharika and I will continue to distract it, pushing it back a little to the shallows. We need to be careful in the deeper parts of the water.  When it’s out of the water enough for some clean shots, you three form a semi-circle with me and cause enough chaos and noise that it doesn’t know what’s going on. Just don’t get hurt. If it charges, leap to the side. Finnick and Newt, your job is still to bleed it out at the weak points. The more blood it loses, the more mistakes it will make. If you can take out tendons and ligaments to limit its mobility, do it. Desoto and Breeze, your main job is to strike at the neck should he swing his antlers in any direction. Get on opposite sides and strike when the opportunity emerges. Erabus, once you have a clean shot at its wounded leg, take it out… But keep out of range of its hoof. Everyone keep in mind that though the moose’s movements will be slow in the water, yours will be even slower. Plan ahead and don’t… die.” Fel would then run, leading the charge beside Sofiel. Perhaps it would be beneficial for them to have one of the larger wolves distracting. Particularly in the water, it would be easiest for her to be distracting. The elite did a great deal of splashing and barking, taking a few snips at the bull’s nose here and there. With each short, calculated lunge she made, her hind paws, anchored in the ground with her claws, pulled her back rapidly. With a snarl in her voice, she tried to push the moose just a few steps back whilst also keeping safe from the moose. Her barking filled the air, tail batting itself against the water for the sound effect. This might be enough to cover the sounds of the rest of the pack as they moved into position, if the others in her group joined her. Splashes were aimed at his face too, hopefully blinding him for a few seconds of even pushing him back further. He couldn't attack the water, after all. He'd have to step back out of range of the splashes. The point was for the purposeful chaos in the front to push him back and distract him enough for silent, deadly strikes to be able to kill him from the sides.

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Defense: Hind paws secured in sand; quick retreats after each lunge
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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 5th 2015, 06:37

Pharika had just made contact with the beast when Fel showed up barking out orders. It had been shortly after Emily, the other omega of the pack, had gotten hit with the Mooses hoof. As the moose shook, Pharika launched herself backwards, using the momentum to land safely away from the moving Mooses hooves. She was about to run towards the water when she saw Ashlen, her head colliding with the hoof. Then she was gone. Dead. They had lost a healer and possibly An omega in this ordeal? "Yes miss Fel." she said dipping her head respectfully and turning away. Growling in anger at the moose she dashed towards the water, her blue eyes flaring with hatred as she made her way swiftly to the waters edge. It was bleeding, that was good. Though she needed to distract it somehow. Slowing making her way into water that she could still stand in she snarled at the Beast and she began leaping forward and then retreating half a jump back, attempting to both keep it distracted and scare it back towards the other bank where they could attack it and take it down. She noted Fel by her side appearing to do something similar to her own actions. It had to be a correct thing to do if Fel was doing it. What else was she supposed to do? She wasn't sure how else to keep its attention and make taking it down easier. She was no Hunter.

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Attack: Lunging forward towards it and then jumping back, remaining at a fairly safe distance, so this is a mock attack
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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 5th 2015, 10:20

Finnick turned swiftly to see as the moose charged for the waters. He could hear Fel barking orders to get them to end the chaos and work as a pack. Moments before, he saw the little female known as Ashlen be kicked in the head. Her body was unmoving. She was dead. His heart dropped although he didn't know the Healer at all. He looked over his shoulder to see Orion working on the one called Emily. She looked badly hurt, but Finnick didn't hang around to see if she was okay. He still had a job to do. As the Elite shouted orders at them, Finnick did as he was told. He didn't was to be a hero. All he wanted was to be one doing what he was supposed to. As Fel directed, he made his way into the waters toward the moose. Bleed it out. He directed himself in his mind. Although the waters were a little deep for him to touch the sand beneath his paws, he tread through to the side of the moose. Although he couldn't exactly bite where he previously was, he made his aim for where Orion grasped the shoulder. He reached the side of the moose, still aware of what was going on around him. He closed his eyes and closed his jaws on something. He didn't know what. He shook violently as he clung on to whatever it was he bit. He was positive it was the moose. But wasn't entirely sure all the same.
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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 5th 2015, 14:23

The chaos reigned supreme for a good amount if time. Every wolf did what he or she thought was best with no regard for the others. It was unorganized and unsafe. As she gripped the moose's shoulder, the grey female watched helplessly as the omega toppled off the beast. The only thing that alerted Breeze of her landing was a sickening thud. NOOO! She wanted to scream. A ferocious muffled snarl escaped from between her teeth as she attacked. This was not how things should have gone. That wouldn't have happened if Emily had simply listened to the warriors. She gave Newt a worried glance as she clung on next to him. An unseen wolf began to bark orders with a deep, commanding tone. The moose gave itself a massive shake and the dusky grey warrior rolled away from the beast. Dirt and small rocks dug into her shoulders and sides as she recovered to leap back on her paws. The commands were being given by a large black she-wolf. Well that must be Elite Fel! A respectful and determined nod in the Elite's direction would hopefully let the raven fae know that Breeze would follow orders without question. She was here to help her pack in whatever way would best being it them. So hold off the attacks, reorganize and regroup, then try your best to take it down... hopefully with a bite to the throat. The warrior thought to herself. The grey female still kept a wide stance, tail wrapped around her side and ears flattened back while she tried to keep near the moose's shoulder without being in range of the antlers.

Orion had been taken aside to help the injured Emily, who seemed to be knocked out. Alpha Desmond stood off to the side, monitoring the whole scene. Once again, the moose struck out with it's back hooves. This time, the well placed kick landed squarely on a target. The healer who had just joined them. The form of the dead wolf was quickly moved by Fel while the moose moved, now limping slightly, into the river. Breeze shook her head and looked around at her packmates. They had a couple more wolves who had joined the hunt., including a brute who had called himself Warrior Twelve. The Elite gave more instructions and was soon off to distract the beast. Sofiel, Twelve, and Pharika would help her hold it's attention up front while the rest attacked. Breeze was relieved to see the omega follow her superior's order. Newt and Finnick would continue to cause blood loss. The grey she-wolf nodded to her friend. "Good luck and be careful!" She told Newt.

With her job now established, she dashed towards the river and tried to find Desoto. She would go to the right of the moose. Since the others were trying to back him out of the water, Breeze decided to stay on the riverbank to the right of the beast and out of range of it's hooves. Her back paws were firmly planted on the ground. The water lapped around her forelegs as she kept a low stance. Her golden eyes were narrowed against potential splashing. If the moose approached the far shore or turned parallel to the banks, Breeze would launch herself into the water to swim to the opposite shore. She had to stay somewhat close to the beast's right side of the neck and wait for her opportunity. The dusky female quietly waited for her chance to strike while she kept an eye out for Fel and Desoto. Her shoulders hurt because of the shallow scrapes from her roll earlier, but the warrior ignored the slight discomfort. It was of no importance to her, for her duty was to help her packmates in this hunt, and she would do her best to help bring down the beast.

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Attack: None once she is flung off the moose's shoulder.
Defense: Tail tucked, low stance, ears flattened back, at the river her back paws are firmly on ground and her eyes narrowed against potential splashing of water.
Injuries: Her sides and shoulders have shallow scratches from rolling over small rocks.

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PostSubject: Re: The Lost One [Agavos] July 5th 2015, 15:31

A snarl escaping into the atmosphere through clutched teeth, it rumbled from deep within the males chest as the moose would throw his head around to take the wolves off him. One after another the pack would strike and it seemed the bull was getting overwhelmed. Having landed both attacks towards their designated areas, Erabus continued to hold on to the left rear leg. Thrashing his head back, it was enough to bring the beast onto his hip but not for long. The bull got up and with that would pull his leg with him. Bronze paws planting into the earth, the force to keep them in place caused the pads to scrape against the terrain as it stemmed from his own weight. Erabus made his best attempt to hold on but to no avail - the bull yanked itself away, before quickly dealing with the others leaving the warrior with it's blood in his jaws and stinging paws.

Finally... Immediate relief swept over the male, the emotion being another to flood his body at the sight of Agavos own Elite. Fel. If these wolves wouldn't listen to him because of the rank he held then they sure as hell would listen to her. Erabus would listen to the orders the brutish fae gave, ears flickering from side to side with a mind of their own as he played attention to commands but it was already too late. The bull made an exit into the waters the pack had tried to keep it away from. "Great." The warrior would huff, his voice carried to be inaudible to the rest of the group though Erabus knew how much the word was laced in mockery. Glancing around, it took a moment before the brute realized Emily had disappeared and one of the faes to arrive late on the ground.

Face towards him, even in the distance that separated the two apart the warrior knew through the hazy gaze that she had vanished. The elite examined it before briskly dragging the dead body off. Erabus' wasn't close to the fae and having seen so much death in his life time the occurrence didn't faze him but the loss of life in a new, hopefully thriving pack was sure to be a waste. It didn't take long however for the elite to arrive once again, and with the ebony fae barking orders for everyone to do, the bronze brute would simply nod towards the end in agreement. His job was to take out the left leg, once again but this time Erabus was determined to break it. As the first four charged forward to do their part, Erabus would follow behind the rest of the pack slowly.

His chance towards the leg would come shortly. The bull had managed to place itself in the deeper parts of the river, its head towards them with a smile of amusement. If this beast thought he had got the best of them, then the moose was dumber that the warrior has thought.  Mouth still stained with the blood from his attacks, Erabus would peel his lips back in a snarl while his tongue rolled out to lick his muzzle and nose before tucking it away to lick the front of his bared teeth. Breeze having gone to the right of the herbivore, the warrior stayed a few feet behind the fae as his own attack would designate from the right side. With the bull distracted and the others aiming their attacks, Erabus' planned when he got a good shot to run up underneath the bull from the right, taking hold of the left leg and in the same motion he did before pull it out but on its own side.

The motion would hopefully cause it to dislocate as it would be forced towards the side and if he was in the shallows at the time, the attack would be a bit easier to attempt as the cool sand would ease his pads injury. Moose were known to be of the deer family and like so, were able to kick out. Forcing the leg sideways would go against it’s anatomy. All Erabus needed was that opportunity. For now though, the warrior was focused on staying at the right side, the water grazing his stomach as he stayed on the edge of the shallows so he may still move without actually getting into the deep water. All that would do his hinder his movements more. Let’s get this over with...


(ooc- sorry it sucks .-. )

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Attack: None
Defense: Staying close to the bank, were he is still able to touch the ground for now.
Injuries: Front pads scraped a little with minor bleeding

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