Upon return ( Anyone )

[Okablaya]

The flow of waterfalls in the distance was an attraction to the silence the wind seemed to carry. The massive boulders crumbled beneath the flow of the retreating water. The liquid pounded into the earth below, before quickly scattering downstream. The noise was loud, and few could hear over it. It was a massive structure, but one in regards to home.
The Alphess quickly made her way to the first ledge, cautiously taking the first step up the carved out ledges of the side of the falls, each step correctly calculated and efficient. All the while a stag, freshly killed, and dripping the warm blood of life was cast over shoulder.
Eyes drifted to the side, taking heed in the thought of being follow - for if the Toka clan had ever found their den, a blood bath would take to the skies.
Upon entering, the massive formation of rock and sheer forceful water, the sound of the falls crashing against the stone and earth became a dimmer and fainter in tune.
The dim glow of the firelight danced within the cavern at a steady and rhythmic pace, like the ever beating drums. The orange suns that were her vision flickered in the constant glow, eerily so. It appeared she had been alone.
Positioning herself upon the ground, upon a large flat stone - the alphess sat cross legged. Beside her a large staff and a few freshly developed arrows lay. And with that, the stag’s rear propped up across her lap. Within the palm of her right hand, she drew a knife from the tethered hide strewn around her shoulder - a long flat blade with a sharp and efficient point - a skinning knife to be exact, in which she began working at a steady pace to rid meat from skin, and skin from bone.
She worked for hours, as the sun slowly met the earth. And once completed, the hide would be cast aside the entrance against the walls to be soaked by the sun.
The meat, however, would be good for an efficient meal. And with the clan expected home from regular border patrol and other activities, the timing would be right.
But the carcass was nothing but a skinless piece of canvas for now, and she needed to work with an efficient pace to be completed in day’s time.
But something else was of her interest on this day. For a long piece of wood bent and molded into a distinct shape, resting in concealment of the pile by her side. She carefully lifted it, placing the limb to her other side for easy grabs. The skinning knife would be re-strapped into place upon the tethered hide.
Now, another would be pulled from place. One of more distinct and sharper proportion – and as the lycan flipped the carcass onto its backside, she began cutting a precise incision into the lower stomach, all the way up to the neckline. The body was opened like a book, hands cuffed to scoop out the entrails.
Eyes now met the larger intestine, picking it up between two claws, while looking to the bent tree limb. Carefully she picked it up, tying the organ to each end of the stick into the carved grooves, and placing it aside.
The sound of footfall echoing within the cavern caught her attention, but as the earth dimmed, the perimeter of the firelight would be limited.
Golden eyes narrowed slightly to try to see threw the raven blanket which covered the surrounding walls like spider webs. But she came up short, and eyes had no grown accustom to the light as of yet. It was of course, possible she had mistaken. And it was soon shrugged away as she continued to work, a small prayer given to the animal’s spirit as she removed the heart and liver. Paws covered with the cooling blood of the creature.


[ Stopping here ]

[Otiko]

Ivory cheif strolled down the border, his intentions set high whie he narrowed his vision about the outskirts of the land, taking all precaution as he'd filter out anything that looked obscene to him - something that couldn't of been right in his veiw, even if such veiw was blurred and or striked by the scorching ball of fate and warmth, torching the sky with the whiteout of its heat.
Curcled paw lifted over his forhead as he'd glance up, eying such a cloudless sky, becoming that of a hottub, rather than an ocean. Lobes flicked forth, eardrums ringing by the mental piercing noise of a possible sizzle and or screech. It was hard to recognize - but rather a sound that was heard when others neared without footfall nor verbal command. Slowly, paw touched his shoulder. Male turned slowly, confirming it alright, due to no threatening scent within the air.
Form straightened; bold and willing. "Mm?" he mumbled in question. It was a younger lad, earlier within his warrior days. Otiko gave a simple chuckle before any words were said, "On your way. You musn't keep your post wide-open." he stated. Again, he'd turn and look toward his position - it had suddenly become dark. For how long were they there? When did time proceed so quickly that such a hair woudn't go noticed by its growth. Wooden-based dagger of sorts slowly then slipped into the hide pocket, strapped about his thigh.
The yougen returned to him, "Sir.. we should be getting back.." The Chief would blink in confusion. "Y-yes, I suppose so." Slowly, he'd calm himself and turn back. Tongue slapped to the roof of his mouth, jaws clutched together, parted, however, slightly. Quickly, a whistle screeched out from his lips as they were stretched back. "Back! Nights, assume your positions."
Gathering the Days (Day guards), he'd head back to the den. Walking casually without any sign of rush. After a while longer, male would find himself approaching with a keen comfort. Hinds dipped into the waters while he'd inch forth, cautiously entering through the drenching waters as he'd continue.
Successfully entering, he'd shake, although not in the usual domestic dog, was, but rather, as if a fierce jolt of a flex, bristling fur 'popping', or 'exploding.' Golden, brown-lined chasms began to adjust, however slowly as could ever be. Attention pulled toward the waterfall again, paw held out, grabbing the water to allow it to slide off silked fur.
Paw the became a fist and he'd look back into the den, chasms half-way adjusted. Noting the drying skin, gaze lifted up, forward to that whom sat upon the boulder. "Okablaya?" he questioned in a soft tone, yet normal as usual. Stepping forth toward her, he'd near. What exactly was she doing?

[Okablaya]

Single ear gave a flicker as the outcasted voice of the hollow rock vibrated her senses, somewhat startling her. Sharp eyes jerked over shoulder, as mitt harshly jolted and grabbed a forgotten spear armed with a large head. Her body tall and proud, stepping forward in unbound advancement, curious of whom had dared entered the land of Makoskanl.
”That is I,” she returned to the masculine voice, stern and firm. Fearless in its shutter.
But now, she had relaxed all tension, propping the spear along the side of the cavern wall. It was of her mate, and Chief, no harm here.
It also was of occurance the rest of the clan, whose shifts of guardianship were coming to a faint end by the dimming light, were also returning along the base of the waterfall to the den.
Smile brightened along her fanged teeth, panting a breath of ranking stench.
“Ah, hello, Otiko” she greeted, but soon turned back to her craft after finding a hanging metal, and quite battered pot along the wall line.
Meat was scooped into it, turning to pass Otiko with supple steps to the falls of the water, and slightly filling it half way. The heart and liver, which were placed aside for the leaders own choosing, was fit snug under enwrapped rolls of the thick deer meat.
She turned back now, hurry in her paces, setting the pot over a large wooden stand over the fire.
Of course, she was weary. Any who lingered in the area would surely be smelling the scent of food cooking on the air, as well as the indulgent smoke that followed.
But it was dismissed, for it was a way of life.
Leaving the stew on its own to broil quietly under a light breeze through the crevices of the cavern, she returned to her former seat. Carving and snapped bone and pealing left over hide.



[Short but I didn't want to continue and leave nothing else to post about]

[Otiko]

He would stagger in nearer before she had acknowledged him without the sense of defensive nature. At least she was alert. However, as she then passed him with the gathering of meats, lighting such a harmless fire, he'd watch with a silent curiosity. Slowly, he'd make his way over to the den wall, of which lay a simple, yet large stone, for himself to rest upon. 'His throne' was jst a sitting place for him to rest his mental and physcial state. Slowly, he'd untie the pouch from his thigh, taken the dagger careful in the pouch, before placing both upon the ground, against the wall where they'd ought to be. The meats boiled, and with a boil, followed a stench, which, in his taste, was satisfying to at least think about or smell. Smiling, he'd place elbows upon knees, leaning forth, "For what occasion, besides night feist?" he questioned. It might have been random, but he always wandered if anything going on had a meaning to it - thinking ahead before doing something that might ruin plot for his actions. Shoulders rolled to rid of kinks.
Not exactly taking anything else into note yet, he was quick to question much. Although he had smelled the intestines upon the wooden plank, the overwhelming meats of other, within that pile, attracted his attention more.

[Sanuye]

The breeze was gentle, caressing. Venturing forward to the river, that quite suddenly gave away to a long drop of a waterfall, the alphess bent down her great head and took a long drink from the icy water. Ear would flick suddenly, at the sound of... voices? Head would raise, green eyes flashing. And was that.. smoke? What in Tor's name? Weary, but ever so curious, Sanuye moved forward quietly, picking her way about the fallen leaves and sticks strewn about the ground. She made not a sound, but she licked her lips when she smelled that delicious smell of food. What was that? A deer? It had a smoky flavor to it.. was someone burning the deer? What a waste! Inching forward to the edge of the fall, Sanuye stared down. What a long drop. She saw then, drops of blood.. a trail. It lead away into the darkness beneath the falls. Once again curiosity got the better of the Toka alphess and she dropped down to the first rock. She sniffed at the blood. It was dry. The kill was old. She licked at the blood. Yes, it was deer. The female dropped down to the next rock. And the next.

She traveled across the rock 'bridge' that went over the lake beneath the waterfall, venturing dangerously close to the rushing water. The blood was still there. She followed its trail, staring down intently at the little maroon drops. She slowed. More voices. They were odd. Some she understood, some sounded.. human. Her red ears swiveled forward, and she leaned forward on her tip-toes, peering into the darkness. There was a light flickering in the far back. Oh shit. What was that? Something had just darted by, a silhouette against the fire. It was like a human, but it wasn't. Eyes were round in awe. There was another one! What the hell was this!? Paw would move forward, slipping into the cave, but she moved not another muscle, in fright that she would be caught. She scented the air. It smelled like wolves and burning flesh of deer. Burning wood and damp rock. Luckily the waterfall would drone out any sounds that she made. Or so she hoped. Because at her next step, in her intent staring, she kicked some rocks forward. She froze once more, alarm coursing through her veins.

[Okablaya]

”No occasion,” she’d announce, rising from her station to stir at the boiling bubble of stew. It was nearly ready, and with that, beast gave the go ahead for others to pick and choose their share.
”We all have to eat good on occasion, right?, and this included a cooked meal for a change.
And though the concept of ‘leaders first’ was a common ground in the back of her mind, she was well aware that the others would respect own her and her ranking, and leave the two items tossed aside well enough alone for the two dominants.
She, however, needed to finish her little ‘project’ before it went to waste in the open air; the flies were beginning to gather and swarm hungrily above her head in annoyance. So on, once again, she began cutting, sewing and pulling useful parts from the ripe carcass. Raw hide strands bound the interlocking pieces, and she now looked to her collective pile.
But now, a small stone rolled and landed at her feet. Looking up toward the flames of where the others more than likely gathered, and then back down toward the stone.
‘Eh’, she thought, ‘Probably fell from the roof’.
And with that, it was dismissed, and she began working once again. Something did not feel as normal, though.
The familiar shutter of eyes piercing one’s soul.
She snorted, all her actions coming to an eerie halt. Dark pointed ears swiveled forward, searching and scanning in all directions like a radar satellite for any location of sound. Nothing. Gah. The sound of the water was much too piercing. Golden crystals glimmered in the flames, searching intently through the blanket of darkness all ‘round.
Aha!
Disturbing snarl morphed upon the gentle alphess’s face at the drop of the hat. The lasting dim of light rays from the sun shone through the open mouth of the cavern, glimmering a highlight upon the back of shimmering glossy fur.
The lines upon the canine's muzzle grew more distinct as the freshly made bow she had made only but a few hours earlier was cast around her shoulder, as well as arrows lassoed into her belt. The spear was again targeted as the main weapon as muscular legs charged forth, spear forward in a defensive position. Her thoughts contemplated throwing it, hitting the target at an attempted throw to the ribcage. But she did not want to risk loosing a weapon, and facing the making of a new one. No creature could make it down the slippery ledges in a heist. She would have time.
"You filthy mongrel!" she shouted between guttered snarls.
How dare such a lowly flea bitten mutt charge forth into the domain of Makoskanl, she was enraged. Her personality blooming anew.

[Otiko]

Chief looked to the others as they'd begin to scatter toward the food, only to place it safely within their paws, however calming, pacing theirselves to eat slow and savor, yet it seemed they waited.
As all grabbed their share, male would push himself up with a smirk upon his facade. This had to be occasion. No doubt. Lobes forth, he'd dust himself off, yet, attention quickly lept over to Oka as she seemed troubled by something, whether or not it was major or minor. While she began searching, brows furrowed inward, searching as well.
Chest buffed and build would straighten dominantly. Suddenly, as Oka threw on her weapons, that was his que. Swipping his daggers from the wall, spinning on single fingers, he'd tense, then charge. "Do not proceed!" he echoed beneath her own words. Fur bristled and claws plainly seen. Snarl lured out from vocals.
Quickly, he'd run out from behind the alphess, only to leap forth and out, practically taking the risk of slipping, yet he'd make due with what landing he encountered. Landing behind the filthy dog, he'd take a defensive stance, arms out before him while daggers criss-crossed, an 'x' shape.
Denying the escape of the wolven female. She was not welcome upon these lands, and any mangy lowlife would know such a thing.
However, how would this wolf know where their secrecy placed? Did others know of the place? Tone became harsh and rasped, fangs bore in warning, "You have been surrounded, state your being or die where you lay your paws upon the sacrid grounds of Makoskanl!"
Fur shimmered in the light of the evening, brightened moreso due to the pure white hue of base painting, brushed along strands of fur to gleam that golden tone of fire and maroon, dipped neatly and hash tang. A beast allowed the open. An intimidating creature at most.

[Sanuye]

Oh shit! The weres! Of course! At first, Sanuye's reaction was slow, for the realization hit her hard. But she wheeled about on her hind paws, leaping forward, and, yes, slipping beneath the male chief's legs. 'That's why we use four legs, dumbass!' Though struck with fear, the alphess was still able to throw an insult at the lycans. She leaped forward, scrambling onto the first rock. Her back legs threw themselves up behind her and she sprinted across the bridge, slipping up twice, and sliding to a halt at the end. She didn't dare look back, but did she really want to face the obstacle ahead of her? She had to. Thus once more she launched herself up into the rocks, baring her teeth at the effort. Se gripped the rocks with her pads, struggling not to slip. They were slimy and wet, for the winds had changed and blown the mist over the rocks and across the ground. She cried out suddenly, when her paw slid across the boulder and over the side. Her right side dropped drastically, and she was laying upon the rock, her right arm supporting her entire body on a smaller rock a little ways beneath the boulder. If her arm gave in it would be the end, for she would surely slide off and crash into the raging waters bellow. She raised her great head and her green eyes were wide, but she showed no fear anymore.

She stared at the oncoming lycans, and with a grunt, she tossed her head up and let out a cry. It was not for help, but for warning to her pack. If she did not return, they would be prepared. She was gradually sliding forward, her entire body leaning against her right leg. She groaned, for she wasn't strong enough to keep this up for long. 'Shit...,' she growled to herself, attempting to push herself up higher onto the rock. It didn't work, in fact she didn't budge. Her hip was twisted to the left, so her hind legs protruded n that direction, and her other front pack was jammed beneath her chest. If she tried to shift so she could pull her arm free, her leg would surely collapse. 'Fucking billy goat shit. Climbing rocks.. I ain't no goddamn goat!' Sanuye cried out in frustration. But what was the point? No doubt her end was near, unless she could pull off some miracle and get the strength of Tor and push herself off into the water.. Maybe.

[Okablaya]

Okablaya’s massive weight stampeded the entrance to the cave, peering out of the darkness like an owl scavenging its prey from the trees.
Through the depths of the hellish bowls of her chest, a vocal vibration of a gut wrenching snarl escaped the vicious bear trap of a muzzle. Brows furrowed, and nearly every shimmering chocolate hair shimmered individually, standing on end in the on coming moonlight.
Her eyes met the mutt’s, reeking and clawing her way into she-wolf’s soul. Mug parted once more, breathing the hot rank of her breath into the chilling air. Oh she was ready, so ready.
It was now the beast’s forearm was wielded back, locking that said intent glare, and holding a tight and deserving grasp of the still present spear. Her paw in a fist, touching down upon her shoulder like a launch pad before hurling the deadly plank through the air with calculated precision.
She of course betted the spirits on the wind to carry the mark to the target, but with the sifting of the breeze and the crashing water at a constant whirl wind; it was of no decision of hers. For if it was in fact “up to her”, it would be an attempted mark to the skull, throat, or ribcage. It was well worth the loss of a spear, whether landing the point bull’s-eye or not. She at this moment, of no other, meant serious business. It was now she was standing before the Toka clan leader – and not on her terms, not to mention its filthy paws treading her land. A foot was placed from the outcropping of the stones, hesitantly, but boldly making her way forward and claiming each step in her name.
Of course when one was faced with death eye to eye, it was unlikely fate was of no acceptance. Predictably, the female would either die by the blade of the spear head, or leap a daring stunt from the rocks into the bone snapping drop below.
But the minute spear and palm disconnected from grasp, Lycan jerked the bow from her shoulder strap with a harsh motion. She stand it forward in right hand, the arrow played against the draw string like an instrument.
Left golden eye was closed, right one staring down the arrow like the barrel of a man’s gun. Two finger tips along the crevices of the pads pulled the string forward’s her chin – and once a clear shot was align, she’d release. The arrow ripped through the sound barrier, and the vibrations of the freshly dried intestine based to the bow mold vibrated with the shot.
One by one each fresh made arrow was nailed over and over, following the silhouette of the dimming figure in the darker skies. A direct hit in the lighting, unlikely. But her bowman ship was quite an impressive perfection she had obtained – day or night.
But the odds were against, and the lycans would be forced to retreat and scavenge for the body come day break.
That was if night patrol did not find the mutt.
"I don't know who you think you are," she snarled down into the canoyon if in fact the canine did jump.
"But I'm sure your blood is beautiful."

[Otiko]

Otiko was all for the attacks, his poor excuse for blockade was met from flaw as the female mutt slipped out from under them, tumbling about the rocks as she lost control from the mossed and slippery steps, covered that of usual substances that splashed the great waterfall.
Chasms widened and attention flew back behind him, quickly ducking down like a movement meant to be when spear and all came flinging harmfully toward the shewolf.
Fangs bore awefully in her direction, growling while daggers carried to the solid ground beneath him, then pulled up as he noted the loss of ammunition, as well as the wolf looked like she was to obviously fall.
Arrows were to hit, that was no doubt, but if the female kept herself wedged upon the edge, pure male would find himself to push her further. Running forth, weapon flung out to catch hinds off the waterfall, before he'd completely knock her from her balance and have her fall; hind leg kicking out, plunging into the female's side,
"Dare you compete with our spirits, burn beneath our haven!" he exclaimed angrily.
And hopefully, down she went. If not by him, than by her own wit yet stupidity. Daggers twirled abourt fingers, he'd sheath them once more int leather pockets, shoulders rolled and attention thrown to his Alphess. Searching for some sort of satisfaction, but he knew that she'd be displeased.. if that mutt lived, she was burdened, yet graced, with the tint of war and wandering truth.
That case, they would have to leave. Or, stand their ground and rid of every single one of their mortal enemies.

[Okablaya]

[ OOC ]

This roleplay is temporarily postponed until Sanuye has replied. Though, anyone willing to join the posting order may reply, but after is still considered a innactive roleplay until the post of Sanuye.

Sorry.

[Kgosi]

A heavy panting and the soft thud of his paws hitting the ground was all Kgosi heard for days on end. He had gone traveling many years ago, leaving his tribe to find his spirit which had fled after his dam's death. Two long years meandering through the desert, and another through the canyons, until he finally came to a land that smelled fresh and young. He had laid to rest that day, shimmying into a crevasse and sleeping away the heat. Upon nightfall, the lycan emerged and continued on, searching out the brethren his delicate nose caught wind of.

The things he had seen out in the desert had warped his mind to unstable measures, causing him to see and say things that made little to no sense, and to snap his hold on reality from time to time. Kgosi had no mist covering his eyes this clear night, only the souls of his ancestors shining brightly overhead, urging him to find comfort among others once again.

Ears pricked at the sound of commotion, a call upon the wind. He pushed his weary feet faster, running over the stone until he came into sight of a waterfall. Several of his brothers cursing out at what he knew not of, but soon would. Kgosi slowed his gait to a lope, easing up as he came to the group, chest heaving and tongue lolled out.

[Sanuye]

Though the situation seemed bad, with Otiko's large paw upon Sanuye's back stopped her from sliding any further; a short delay before her death, or serious injury. Glaring upward at the lycans, and bared her teeth in a most unattractive fashion. 'I do not think, you horrid excuse of a wolf, but I know. I know you carry the head of a wolf and the body of a beasty human, but all I see now is a filthy human in your wake. You have the drive to kill without asking questions, and you hunt and eat like them, you talk like them. Where has the wolf gone?' And with those final word the alphess slipped her left forepaw out from beneath her, sliding forward, but the male's paw held her hind in place; then, she jerked forward, and rump slipping of the rocks, and she flew forward, flying through the mist and and heading towards the raging water below. Thanks to her excellent push off manuever she completely missed the rocks and such at the bottom; they were closer to the foot of the waterfall, but at this rate she would be out in the middle of the raging waters, far away from the rocks. Or at least the ones she could see.

ooc- sorry this is so crappy. ):