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Raid!
08-27-2023, 07:38 PM
Excitement. Pure, unadulturated excitement. Víðarr swept across the land with his warriors by his sides, seeming to eat the ground beneath his paws. High above them, the moon shone bright. A rakish grin painted on his rugged features, the viking king leads the charge. Under cover of darkness, they would attack. He could not hold the feeling down, he could not push it back. Something takes Víðarr over in these moments, something from beyond. An otherworldly shine in his eyes, and a brilliance in every step. It's service to the gods, and to his people, that brings him here. Soon, all of the packs would know their name. This is the first step. Arriving on the Range, he leads his warriors to the borders. Looking to each of them in turn, he finally lifted his head, inviting the rest to join him. A thundering, brassy call echoed from deep inside his chest. Without a second thought, Víðarr led the charge on Avalon. Gaze bright, steps long, the shadow is ready. By the gods, he is ready. These are the moments he lived for. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits. |
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.
08-27-2023, 08:08 PM
Tomie knew that she would stick out among the fighters, while much of her pelt was dark her head and back were white and would reflect the moon's light. Still she stalked behind Víðarr, bright blues narrowed as she went, the usual distrust evident on her face but she'd been allowed to join so she maybe her estimation of the man had raised an ever so tiny bit. They slipped down the mountain like a rolling cloud that threatened a storm. They arrived at the borders of the pack he'd referred to as Avalon. And despite herself, despite the nearly permanently scowl on her face Tomie couldn't help but add her voice to the call, a thrum of excitement going through her, she had basically no practical experience. That said her expression didn't look any less severe as she slipped past the border, scanning for both the livestock they were there for and for someone who may seek to stop her.
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Updated 04/30/23: Still on indefinite scarcity, please do not remind me of threads I am behind on right now.
08-28-2023, 08:38 PM
Still The Raven Knows If I Fall
Úlfr donned his armor and weapons, feeling excitement starting to simmer in his stomach at the thought of the battle ahead. There were nerves as well. He would be raiding his old homeland, though it was not his old pack. Fireside had fallen, it had been left for the wind to take and scatter. He looked up to see Glámr and Galinn as the ravens flew down to rest among his shoulders for a brief moment before they took to the sky to survey the raiding party.
They left under cover of night, the moon wrapped in shadowy clouds that choked out its light. When the arrived at the border, Víðarr called Avalon to battle then charged over their borders with the rest of the vikings close behind. Úlfr kept pace toward the front, feeling the chill autumn wind in his face as adrenaline raced through his veins. He had been waiting for this day. Learning amongst his mothers kin in far off lands for the day he would raid on the lands in which he had been raised.
08-28-2023, 08:51 PM
ooc: due to illness and upcoming absence I'm fighting myself so that I can still reasonably participate.
Álarr had retired for the night, he was curled up in his den reviewing a few tinctures when a loud and threatening call echoed through the night. A raid! Well, shit. Álarr quickly gathered his equipment, readying himself for battle while his companions did the same. He knew as winter came they'd likely become a target, what with the livestock and all. Some times he wondered if they were really worth the trouble. However, there was no time to dwell on that now. Álarr tore out of his den to meet the raiders head on and when he was arrived he was surprised to see not only their number but a familiar face. His eyes narrowed as they locked on an old pack mate. "Úlfr…"
Álarr vs Úlfr for Dominance
Round 0/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked shoulder harness
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet
Companion 1: Pallas Cat, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Kudu horns (small) - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Healer
Specialty: Defender
Álarr had retired for the night, he was curled up in his den reviewing a few tinctures when a loud and threatening call echoed through the night. A raid! Well, shit. Álarr quickly gathered his equipment, readying himself for battle while his companions did the same. He knew as winter came they'd likely become a target, what with the livestock and all. Some times he wondered if they were really worth the trouble. However, there was no time to dwell on that now. Álarr tore out of his den to meet the raiders head on and when he was arrived he was surprised to see not only their number but a familiar face. His eyes narrowed as they locked on an old pack mate. "Úlfr…"
Álarr vs Úlfr for Dominance
Round 0/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked shoulder harness
Defensive Battle Accessory: Spiked helmet
Companion 1: Pallas Cat, Male - Battle
Companion 2: Raven, Female - Battle
Mutation 1: Kudu horns (small) - Offensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Healer
Specialty: Defender
Róta
Expert Fighter (140)
Advanced Hunter (60)
age
7 Years
7 Years
gender
Female
Female
gems
5
5
player
NachoMumma
NachoMumma
08-28-2023, 11:36 PM
It had taken surprisingly little effort to convince her donkey to join her as they made their way down from their mountain home. Róta had thought the grass muncher would rather stay home but the braying and flick of his hooves had her convinced otherwise, and she laughed, allowing the beasty to trot along at her side. He was a strange looking warrior, but she wouldn't deny him if this was what his heart desired.
She added her voice to the chorus calling out their challenge. There was a new pack in the area, and they were here to make their presence known.
“Speech”
Bold-Italic speech denotes she is speaking Swedish, regular italics are thoughts
08-29-2023, 02:04 PM
Corbie heard the challenge rising over the range, and went very still. This was what it came down to then, didn't it? For all her neutrality, for all her offers of trade and friendship, there were still those who thought it was easier just to take in blood and violence what she'd been willing to offer them without. She rose to her paws in the darkness of the flock-guardian shelter and moved into the moonlight to weave her way through the grasses and the sheep like a wraith. Stepping up to the group to bar their way, she saw only Alarr had made it there yet. "It's not too late for you to change your mind and leave," she told the invading alpha without emotion. "If you truly are so poor in resources that you must raid rather than give an equal value for them, we have never been unwilling to give charity to those who need it. Our offer of peace and friendship is extended to all, equally. But if you continue on this path, wolf, you will have shown your wolves to be nothing more than thieves and honorless bullies. Is that the path you want?" She held herself ready - though she'd needed, for her own sense of worth, to give them the chance to leave without consequence, she was not naive enough to think that they'd choose to do the right thing. This would not be the first time she'd fought to protect something worth protecting, from someone she believed was not worthy of it... Avalon's very existence had sprang from that. She would stand her ground.
unless otherwise stated, Corbie's kinkajou companion is with her at all times
Balian
Undecided
Expert Fighter (170)
Expert Navigator (130)
age
11 Years
11 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
15
15
player
Dragon Mod
Dragon Mod
08-30-2023, 12:06 AM