«{~:-HOUSE OF WOLVES-:~}» A Dog Role Play

[HeavensHens88]

Eclipse frowned. ”Nothing that I know of...you just want to watch out for the hornet’s nest, which is on the other side.”

"Aha, very nice." Starlight tipped her head to Mico, which could've just as easily meant 'Sounds like a cover to me' as 'I like honey'. "We'll be sure not to pop in on them."

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

"Well, then, no time to dilly-dally," Eclipse smiled. "I have patients to attend to at camp, so let's get the rest of the herbs and head back soon."

(DILLy-dally )

Starlight got to her post-adrenaline-deadened paws with the enthusiasm of a resurrected prey carcass. "Sounds like the better plan," she agreed, ever convincing. But before she started following Eclipse to what didn't seem to be their doom, she made sure to shoot Mico a lifeline to their conspiracy under her breath: "If only it were the best plan."

Eclipse smiled at them then turned and led them into the trees. After some time, they emerged into a meadow. Dotting the grasses were bunches of wild dill, giving off their unique scent.

Mico shrugged in response to Starlight. “I’m thinking, dude.”

These dang plants are probably poisonous. Mico thought, gazing out at the perfect-looking field. He half-expected a speckled fawn to come skipping out of the grasses.
Hornets. Of course, it had to be something.
Which is dill? And which is farthest from the hornets? He wondered, staring suspiciously at the field.
“What does dill look like?”

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

"Aha, very nice." Starlight tipped her head to Mico, which could've just as easily meant 'Sounds like a cover to me' as 'I like honey'. "We'll be sure not to pop in on them."

Mico was too distracted (by thoughts of hornets) to get Starlight’s encrypted message about honey. He half-wondered why Eclipse was having them fetch these herbs all by themselves. But, that was adults for you. Questioning their motives only led to more confusion.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Flori watched Erivita end the deer’s life with her powerful jaws, then whooped with glee. “Woweee guys! Boy do we make a great team! Arrow should organize more patrols like this! We were synchronized!”
“Or we just got lucky,” Clover said tersely, annunciating each syllable. But the tell-tale joy was clear on his as he strutted around the circle and howled. “You all did amazing!”

Erivita smiled shyly

Hailstone sniffed at the deer's head and licked his chops. The sense of victory he felt from bringing her down was shadowed by knowing that the coyotes had first dibs on the carcass. He looked around at his celebrating packmates, and pointedly did not smile - but he tried to resist the scowl that tugged at his face.
"I can stay and guard the carcass," he offered. "Someone should probably stay with me. The rest of you guys can go tell the rest of the pack."

While taking in the sight of their cooling kill, Smoke couldn't deny he felt an easy, entire satisfaction that was all but completely new to him. Unlike every other rank-facilitated hunt he found himself on, he hadn't been admonished or pressed to try harder to achieve what he hadn't.
It made sense, really, when he took into factor who he'd taken this deer down with: quite essentially, the underdogs.
The individuals that couldn't deliver what their society wanted didn't expect past what he could give.
Pretty big pile of food for thought right there.
"Yeah," he expressed to no one in particular as he started making his way after the departing majority. "We should do this again."

Pigeon couldn’t resist doing a few excited hops of victory. Yeahhhhhhh! We didn’t fail!!! She spun around in a circle, then turned serious again as Clover started to lead the way back to camp, Erivita and Smoke not far behind. She trotted after them enthusiastically.
Hearing Smoke’s words, she gave him a look as if he was crazy. That was certainly the most unorganized hunt she had ever been on. But, there had been some upsides.. for one, less pressure due to the fact that they were more likely to fail. That had been nice.

 

[Amer]

Pigeon couldn’t resist doing a few excited hops of victory. Yeahhhhhhh! We didn’t fail!!! She spun around in a circle, then turned serious again as Clover started to lead the way back to camp, Erivita and Smoke not far behind. She trotted after them enthusiastically.
Hearing Smoke’s words, she gave him a look as if he was crazy. That was certainly the most unorganized hunt she had ever been on. But, there had been some upsides.. for one, less pressure due to the fact that they were more likely to fail. That had been nice.

Clover high-stepped his way into camp and announced to all “Well, look at that doggies, we’ve got ourselves a deer!” his voice crescendoing to a howl.
“Let’s find Guillemot,” he said, his voice a little more directed to the dogs at hand and a little more sane. He peered in the medicine den, perhaps the dog was still nursing his injured pride. (@Flufferes)

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Clover high-stepped his way into camp and announced to all “Well, look at that doggies, we’ve got ourselves a deer!” his voice crescendoing to a howl.
“Let’s find Guillemot,” he said, his voice a little more directed to the dogs at hand and a little more sane. He peered in the medicine den, perhaps the dog was still nursing his injured pride. (@Flufferes)

(I like how he think Guillemot would be in the medicine den for injured pride XD)

 

[Starburst]

"Aha, very nice." Starlight tipped her head to Mico, which could've just as easily meant 'Sounds like a cover to me' as 'I like honey'. "We'll be sure not to pop in on them."

(DILLy-dally )


Mico shrugged in response to Starlight. “I’m thinking, dude.”

These dang plants are probably poisonous. Mico thought, gazing out at the perfect-looking field. He half-expected a speckled fawn to come skipping out of the grasses.
Hornets. Of course, it had to be something.
Which is dill? And which is farthest from the hornets? He wondered, staring suspiciously at the field.
“What does dill look like?”

Mico was too distracted (by thoughts of hornets) to get Starlight’s encrypted message about honey. He half-wondered why Eclipse was having them fetch these herbs all by themselves. But, that was adults for you. Questioning their motives only led to more confusion.

”The dill looks like this, ” Eclipse explained, leading them to a large patch of the thin stalks covered with delicate green leaves and lacey yellow flowers. She gathered some, then glanced at Starlight and Mico. ”If you can help gather them, that would be great. We need to gather a lot, as it’s beneficial.” though around the herbs it sounded more like, ”Eh, if you lather them, they taste great. We need to slather a lot, as it’s eggstra special.” (Just tried saying it with lettuce in my mouth and that’s what it came out as. )

 

[Flufferes]

Hailstone sniffed at the deer's head and licked his chops. The sense of victory he felt from bringing her down was shadowed by knowing that the coyotes had first dibs on the carcass. He looked around at his celebrating packmates, and pointedly did not smile - but he tried to resist the scowl that tugged at his face.
"I can stay and guard the carcass," he offered. "Someone should probably stay with me. The rest of you guys can go tell the rest of the pack."


Weed glanced back,
and saw that.
[Weed's going even faster.]
He closed the distance to Paragon rock in record time, and upon skidding to a halt, oh no- now he had to start breathing again. He did so in frenzied, embarrassingly desperate gasps.
(I forgot where I left Iscariot so he's just gonna: enter the chat)
Iscariot materialized behind Weed. "Chasing ghosts?" he mused.
Weed yelped and spun around. He scanned the field behind Iscariot, spotting Lamar and Asio loping towards them at strikingly different speeds. "No, I was-" pant "racing Asio." Pant pant.
Iscariot rotated his head, owl-like, to watch the other two coyotes approach. His Committee all had different sorts of specialties - Weed was expendable, oblivious, and good at pulling off unexpected feats of athleticism. Asio was good at intimidation and strategy. Lamar was... intimidated by Asio, Iscariot had noticed.
"Doesn't look like it was much of a race," he barked as Asio and Lamar came within hearing range. "I take it you two had a bickering match before you gave chase."

[i dont know what exactly i was doing with petrel beforehand and at this point im unsure if its even relevant anymore so haha same]
Petrel sat down on the pale, packed dirt beside the paragon's rock. it was definitely more like a boulder but everyone seemed to called it the rock because thats shorter to say and rolls off the tongue better. Instead of staring down at the ground like the little emo boy he was, Petrel glued his eyes to the approaching posse of his dearest allies- or, rather, competition.
everything was competition. there wasnt one coyote among him he liked. the best of the bunch were "tolerable" if he was in a good mood. As for the paragon, well, thats a different story of course. the paragon is- well he's the paragon, y'know? of course Petrel wants his place, who wouldnt, but he would never challenge Iscariot. If the yote dropped dead, he wouldnt hesitate to try an seal that spot for himself. thats why his main goal is to be the go-to, unfailing, dashing, strong right-hand-man. but he could wait. he didnt mind it. because no matter how "morally bankrupt" and "downright horrible" Iscariot was, it was charming, respectable in his eyes. A smile corrupted his glare.

Clover high-stepped his way into camp and announced to all “Well, look at that doggies, we’ve got ourselves a deer!” his voice crescendoing to a howl.
“Let’s find Guillemot,” he said, his voice a little more directed to the dogs at hand and a little more sane. He peered in the medicine den, perhaps the dog was still nursing his injured pride. (@Flufferes)

Guillemot jolted up, hearing Clover's declaration. "Well ill be darned..." He mumbled under his breath, getting up on his feet to see his packmate had already made it to the opening of the den, staring right at him. It startled him for a second, which he immediately attempted to play off. "Thats great, we're in the clear. I uh, im sorry i couldnt've made it, doesn't really matter too much though since you all got the job done anyway, right?" he laughed nervously. idiot. fool. absolute buffoon. oh boohoo did the scawwy coyotays snap at you. waaah. lazy sack of fur no good sorry excuse for a lead hunter. "most powerful" my a-

 

[HeavensHens88]

Weed glanced back,
and saw that.
[Weed's going even faster.]
He closed the distance to Paragon rock in record time, and upon skidding to a halt, oh no- now he had to start breathing again. He did so in frenzied, embarrassingly desperate gasps.
(I forgot where I left Iscariot so he's just gonna: enter the chat)
Iscariot materialized behind Weed. "Chasing ghosts?" he mused.
Weed yelped and spun around. He scanned the field behind Iscariot, spotting Lamar and Asio loping towards them at strikingly different speeds. "No, I was-" pant "racing Asio." Pant pant.
Iscariot rotated his head, owl-like, to watch the other two coyotes approach. His Committee all had different sorts of specialties - Weed was expendable, oblivious, and good at pulling off unexpected feats of athleticism. Asio was good at intimidation and strategy. Lamar was... intimidated by Asio, Iscariot had noticed.
"Doesn't look like it was much of a race," he barked as Asio and Lamar came within hearing range. "I take it you two had a bickering match before you gave chase."

(Lamar, lol.)
Lamar arrived at the rock ten paces before Asio. “Yes!” He crowed, not seeming at all breathless. He was a coyote, after all, not a puttering weakling human with a puttering set of lungs. “I beat you!” To Asio. Never mind that Weed had forced quite a wide margin behind himself. He had assumed Asio was unbeatable in all contests, but he had amazingly proven himself wrong. Which was great, because that meant she wasn’t totally out of his league.

[i dont know what exactly i was doing with petrel beforehand and at this point im unsure if its even relevant anymore so haha same]
Petrel sat down on the pale, packed dirt beside the paragon's rock. it was definitely more like a boulder but everyone seemed to called it the rock because thats shorter to say and rolls off the tongue better. Instead of staring down at the ground like the little emo boy he was, Petrel glued his eyes to the approaching posse of his dearest allies- or, rather, competition.
everything was competition. there wasnt one coyote among him he liked. the best of the bunch were "tolerable" if he was in a good mood. As for the paragon, well, thats a different story of course. the paragon is- well he's the paragon, y'know? of course Petrel wants his place, who wouldnt, but he would never challenge Iscariot. If the yote dropped dead, he wouldnt hesitate to try an seal that spot for himself. thats why his main goal is to be the go-to, unfailing, dashing, strong right-hand-man. but he could wait. he didnt mind it. because no matter how "morally bankrupt" and "downright horrible" Iscariot was, it was charming, respectable in his eyes. A smile corrupted his glare.

"So you did." Asio took her sweet time in pulling up alongside Lamar, without a hint of compromise to her composure. Had she intended to lose? Not initially. She'd traveled that route countless times, both on official and...less official excursions. She knew exactly how to maximize the most efficient travel and had no excuse to underperform.
But sometimes things had to be done unconventionally for the sake of variety. Further, there was no reason losing couldn't be done with the -hefty internal wince- optimum gracility. Being cool about it was also particularly relevant now that they'd come into certain company. "Be sure to revel in it. Might do wonders for your face."
Her concentration had long ago drifted to higher intelligences. Scratch that, a single higher intelligence. Because, smug as any vulture that picked up on a fresh kill before the recovery scouts could get their paws in line, there was Petrel.
She had to be sure to make the differentiation even in her head.
"Iscariot," she greeted, letting the word flow out of her mouth like a viscous liquid. "Lupus was interesting today. The dog Xaiver took it upon themselves to be as contrary as always." Relevant side note, it would've been great for the face of her overconfident disinterest to be painting her nails right about now. But, unfortunately, had not yet been invented for coyotes at this time. "Real crying shame their eyes haven't yet been opened to the authenticity of the threat that their ancestors pose to insolent little arrivistes."

 

[HeavensHens88]

(DILLy-dally )


Mico shrugged in response to Starlight. “I’m thinking, dude.”

These dang plants are probably poisonous. Mico thought, gazing out at the perfect-looking field. He half-expected a speckled fawn to come skipping out of the grasses.
Hornets. Of course, it had to be something.
Which is dill? And which is farthest from the hornets? He wondered, staring suspiciously at the field.
“What does dill look like?”

”The dill looks like this, ” Eclipse explained, leading them to a large patch of the thin stalks covered with delicate green leaves and lacey yellow flowers. She gathered some, then glanced at Starlight and Mico. ”If you can help gather them, that would be great. We need to gather a lot, as it’s beneficial.” though around the herbs it sounded more like, ”Eh, if you lather them, they taste great. We need to slather a lot, as it’s eggstra special.” (Just tried saying it with lettuce in my mouth and that’s what it came out as. )

Starlight took careful note of how Eclipse was performing the exact task she was asking of them, and miraculously not dead yet.
"Sure, Eclipse, we'll be sure to slather a whole lot," she agreed with the straightest face possible while cataloging the sage somewhere in the far reaches of her muzzle. She then threw her face right down into the patch and went about severing the stalks like a maniacal beaver.
(Do it for the RP is the new do it for the vine, hands down. XDXD)