Post by Akante on Feb 1, 2012 0:10:46 GMT -5
Akeail said:
xanto
Xanto moved gracefully as his species was known for, his crown held around a human, as his face became parallel with the sky, soft grunts and snorts exiting the happy Roosevelt Elk as his strides gained in purpose. He had heard of a pack in the marshes that humans were accepted. He stopped a few meters from the boarder and slid into a bow, nose close to his chest as the man slid from his back carefully. When the human patted his shoulder he lurched to his cloven hooves, and held his neck level so Arwan could get some stuff from his bag. He had wanted to do something for the wait, but by the scent of the boarder, there had been a wolf here in the past half hour. Xanto waited till Arwan sat comfortably on the ground leaning against a rock for stability as he started tying yellow colored ivory and stones to a string.
The elk watched for a moment, relaxing before he bugled. His loud high-pitched bugle was sure to be heard by all of this pack. He only intended it for one specific wolf though, He didn't learn her name, nor was his call threatening, it was like all other acceptance calls, he however, left out the fact he wasn't alone. For all the wolves would think, it was dinner time. Taking another large breath he bugled again, ending in more barks. He twitched his ear at Arwans voice and grunt snorted at the human. He stood in front of the human, golden eyes watching the brush for movement, his ears twisted slowly for thudding of paws. Something to indicate someones arrival.
(posting on main with Arwan and Xanto so its marked by main account~ One more post to go!)
Akeail said:
Arwan
The human male was always exhilarated when ridding Xanto, Xanto was the best partner he could have ever asked for. He carefully avoided Xanto's antlers as the elk came to a slow stop and slid into a bowing position so he could get off. He did as the elk wished and started to grab his small stones and ivory beads and began creating an offering for the leader of this pack. He had a lovely finish for this piece, it was something he carved out of what he had kept of Xanto's last year antlers. It was the shape of an Arrow head, with a hole through the flat of it. He put it on the string, by folding the string directly in half, and putting the 'looped' end through the hole, and slipping the loose ends through the 'loop' he had created, then he began putting the Gems on. He flinched as Xanto began Bugling, "I really don't think anyone will understand that racket ol' boy." He said frown/glaring up at the large Elk. Obviously he was ignoring him, he sighed and shifted his position slightly as the elk bugled again.
He droned out and let his fingers create. After a few minutes, Xanto snorted a warning for Arwan, as Arwan held up the finished necklace. Looking it over it was then he heard what Xanto did. He glanced at Xanto, knives, bow, arrows, everything was up on the Elk.
-apologize for shortness-
Mama said:
[why hasn't anyone grabbed this up? lulz.]
Creek Dancer moved though the fog with all the grace a big thing like her could muster, which was a lot, suprisingly. This morning, she had done quite a lot. She had taken some half-torn carcass of a prey animal to Deerscream so that the girl could continue building her tree-fort and then worked on helping the human build a fire pit. The ground was so muddy that putting stones in place was an absolute nessecity. However, the horse couldn't rest on her laurels. She had to continue with her tasks, however simply they be.
It was then that she stopped at the bugling of a deer. No. Not just a "deer". That would be like calling ever wolf a dog. This was bigger, more powerful... and Creek replied with a deep, reverberating neigh to tell the elk she was coming. She would have to move quick if she was to find it before the wolves did. She was unsure how they would feel about more "prey" becoming packmember.
One of these days, she patiently consoled herself, they would learn that lack of canine teeth did not mean that something was prey. One of these days, she'd spray the earth with their little wretched guts.
Soon and very soon.
But back to the present. The warmblood mare exited from the thick foliage, smelling sharply of rotting wood. The mare looked over the human and the elk before letting out a bemused snort. "Whatever are you doing here? Looking to get killed?"
But that was said quickly and Creek was already walking toward them, ears pricked toward the human but attention given to the elk. "Surely you aren't thinking of joining?" She hoped he was, somehow. To have another something powerful and agonizingly inable to prove their superiority by the consumption of the lesser--someone to confided hatred of fate in. The elk could do that. Do that and gore everything that said it was weaker. Just like her.
She hoped.
Arwan said:
Xanto
Having expected a wolf, his antlers were lowered so he could atleast fend them off, so he was rather surprised when a mare showed up, he raised his rack so he could look at her properly,
"Whatever are you doing here? Looking to get killed?"
He laughed, "No, not killed." He said amused with the mare already,
"Surely you aren't thinking of joining?"
He let out a disdainful snort and spoke sarcastically, "Of course not." He rolled his golden eyes and corrected himself near immediately, "I apologize," he dipped his head, "I mean, we, are looking to join, not just I." He said with a swift snort. "I am to assume you are the accepter?" He held his head a bit higher than the horses, not out of disrespect, simply having antlers on your head made it difficult not to hold your head high, if you didn't you could get a neck cramp. He shook his head and neck, shaking the saddle bags that sat on either side. And probably bringing them to the mares attention if she hadn't noticed the vibrant tan that lined his grey body. He wore a saddle with a black saddle pad, the saddle pad is simply a bearskin upside down, and the saddle a piece of hide. He even had the reins hanging from his muzzle. He twitched long ears as the human at his hooves looked up and blinked with disbelief. "My name is Xanto, this is Arwan." He blinked slowly, he would wait for the mare to ask what he and the human could bring to the pack, knowing that she would know it already, but wanting to get it out of the way for the mare's sake, "He makes things, as he made the saddle, the bags and the halter i wear, he also makes accessories with stones and other interesting artifacts." He lowered his muzzle to lip at the hem of the man's pants. Lifting his head as the man obediently rolled up both of his pant-legs, "He also makes tattoos," Taking a breath, he spoke of himself, "I Have antlers," He stated bluntly, making a 'well obviously' face "So obviously i can put it to good use for something before they fall off for the spring." He thought for a moment, "I suppose im more useful for protecting or," he nodded towards her, "doing as you do, than herbs and stuff," he'd chuckle at this.
Arwan said:
Arwan
Arwan had lifted the necklace up to examine it when a mare pushed through the brush, "Woah." Was all he managed to say. The mare nickered, obviously speaking to Xanto, while Xanto replied with grunts and other kinds of noises. He stayed sitting down and listening to the two speak to each other, his new accessory in his hands while the elk gestured to him and himself. When the elk lowered his muzzle to lip at his pant hem, he looked at the golden eye before rolling up his pant-leggings, to reveal the tattoos he had made about a year or two ago. The necklace still wrapped over his arm as he rolled his pant-legs up. He would leave them rolled up and lean back, looking over the mare. Did she have a human? Looking closer he noticed a couple silver feathers, he blinked, but held back comments. Slowly getting up, so he didn't spook the Elk or horse, he would rummage in the saddle bags for a long string that held red stones, while hanging the yellow stone necklace on Xanto's antlers, he would offer the string of beads to the mare, he didn't know what she could do with them, but hey, why not right?
Mama said:
The horse lifted her own head in a cocky manner, shifting her weight to rest on three legs with her left rear sitting neatly on the tip of the hoof. Sassy elk, huh? Psaw. She'd show him a thing or two about sarcasm. It'd be nice to have someone who wasn't serious all the time.
Shark, that'd be you.
"Yep. I'm acceptin', 'cept we call it Watchmen around here." Or Watchwoman. Creek wasn't crazy about making sure others knew her gender, though. If someone needed to know, they would.
She looked over the saddlebags as he shook. Hm. Deerscream didn't have any of those; that was probably because the semi-psychotic mare would have bitten her dear partner's hands off if the woman tried to mark her as something that carried things. Creek Dancer didn't wear no stinkin' saddle.
She waited quietly, on much less high strung terms around the fellow herbavoir. Makes stuff. Normal. Tattooes? Hm. That might be useful. Creek knew that, for some reason or another, wolves liked tattooes. Deerscream did too, except her own human didn't know how to make tattooes. She could make paint, but not tattooes. That was unique.
"Wait--antlers fall off in the spring?" Huh. That explained why she didn't see any "bucks" during the spring for some reason. She probably did, just didn't ever realized they were male.
Well, this was good so far.
Then, the human male offered her a string of red beads. Creek Dancer, having been taught to be polite when getting a gift, nodded gratefully before reaching her muzzle out and gently taking the object from the human.
She laid it across her own wide back before looking over the deer and the human again. "It's nicely made..." She gave another nod to the human, aware he couldn't understand what she said.
"Well. I've got no problem letting out in. Only thing is, we've got a couple of fighters." The mare took the string off suddenly, flinging it down into the dirt. "So, if you wouldn't mind, spar me real quick, Xanto. You can even have Arwan help, if you want." She'd curl her neck, impressively thick muscles coiling and bulging.
As soon as the deer would react, whether it be to agree or disagree, she would charge. Beyond that, her plan was a bit of a mystery.
Arwan said:
Xanto
"Yep. I'm acceptin', 'cept we call it Watchmen around here."
"Good to know," the bull answered with a quick nod, he told her their abilities, and added the fact that he would loose his antlers in the spring and got the most interesting reaction,
"Wait--antlers fall off in the spring?"
"Yes, elk loose their antlers in the spring." He wouldn't go into details. They rutted in the autumn, and used their antlers to move snow from grass, and protect them and their 'harem' from other elk. And by summer he would have velvet covered antlers again. By autumn the velvet would fall off and he would have weapons of destruction again. Lovely right? He watched as Arwan offered the mare one of the several strings of beads he created. Once she accepted, he noticed the human return to him to take the saddle bags off. Probably wanted something from them and didn't want to do it standing,
"It's nicely made..."
Xanto nodded, dipping his head. He watched the mare for a moment as she seemed to pause, and flung the bead string to the ground while speaking,
"Well. I've got no problem letting out in. Only thing is, we've got a couple of fighters. So, if you wouldn't mind, spar me real quick, Xanto. You can even have Arwan help, if you want."
"Arwan would only get hurt." The bull said lowering his rack and stomping the ground with his hooves. He snorted and raised his antlers, he would move to the side, dodging the mare, and attempt to ram her side with his shoulder, and possibly hit her rump with the flat of his antlers. He was trying hard not to use his antlers as he would with a rival elk during rut, since, one, the mare wasn't a male, and she had no antlers. If he managed to hit the mare with his bulk, and made her stagger some, he wouldn't rejoice yet, but he would turn swiftly, lower and shake his rack at the mare, his eyes showed that he wasn't too sure what to do without harming the mare. Showing restraint, he would use the power in his hind-legs to push himself forwards in a charge, and stop himself with his front-legs to keep from actually hitting her, but showing if he hadn't stopped he could do damage. Specially with him shaking his rack like he was. If the mare charged him again, keeping his rack low, he would rear up, showing sharp cloven hooves, though he was more likely to just fall to the side and smack her with the flat of his antlers than hit her with his hooves, he didn't need to cause damage, if she caused him damage, he would return the favor with a scratch or two from his tines, nothing more.
Arwan said:
Arwan.
Arwan smiled as the mare took the beads and nickered, moving them over her back. He went and removed the Saddle bags to rummage through and see what he had in his bag of things. As soon as he had both Bags off the mare threw the beaded string to the ground. As soon as she charged Xanto, he scurried to pick up the beads so they wouldn't be lost in the mud and trampling of hooves. He was careful not to get in the way of the animals, but instead went back to the rock to make sure none of his equipment got damaged in this tussle. He had no clue why, perhaps she was testing Xanto? Either way, the man made sure to keep out of the way. He would sit on the rock with the beads in hand as he used a soft hide to carefully clean the muck from the beads. The mare probably didn't mean to ruin the beads, so he wasn't going to blame her. He would pay attention to both animals as Xanto refrained from using his antlers to injure the mare and how the mare was rather ruthless.
[lawl <3 sorry short Arwan post again]
Mama said:
The two bodies collided like iron ships scrubbing hulls. His lesser weight didn't take her off balance as much, which Creek Dancer greatly enjoyed. She would turn in a tight circle after they lost contact, looking at the buck. He was charging. Fantastic. The sly mare dropped to her legs and began to roll over, all tumble of hooves. Somehow, they both came to a stop around the same time.
It seemed both were aware that, unlike wolves, if they even began to playfight, they could do serious damage.
Grinning from her muddy spot on the ground, she'd look up at the antlered brute. "Welly-well, then. I guess out's in." She would roll away from him, shaking off the mud like an oversized dog. Curly mane now sufficiently dirtied, she would bow a bit. "Welcome to El Dorado." After giving entrance to the duo, she'd walk over to the human to claim her prize.
Sure, she'd have to put it into the treasury, but somehow she figured that she'd be able to get it back fairly quickly. Before walking into the forest, she would shake her mane until a single silver feather fell out. They'd know what to do with it--they had to show some symbol that they--particularly Xanto--were members and not to be eaten.
"See you."
Arwan said:
The bull found he was much lighter than the mare, who was easily twice his weight, this is where his nimblness could come in handy, however, his antlers were his favored weapon, he couldn't use it on the mare. He enjoyed the feeling of taking her off balance, even if it was slightly, he still managed, the mare seemed to enjoy this as well. As he charged, he grew confused and came to a stop, but also stumbled slightly.
He looked down at the mare as she grinned up at him, he smirked down at her, his golden orbs alight with juvenile delight, he must say, that was fun,
"Welly-well, then. I guess out's in."
He raised a brow and stepped back to allow the mare more room. When she shook he felt a glob smack him dead on in the face, he shook his crowned head in an attempt to dislodge the mud. He perked an ear at what she said next,
"Welcome to El Dorado."
He dipped his crowned head and thanked her, "Thank you," He lifted his head to watch her take the red bead string and trot away. But not before shaking a feather from her mane. The bull snorted and moved nimbly to the feather, gently lipping at it he took the feather between his lips and twisted his head sideways to pass the feather to Arwan, and start moving forwards into the forest.
There was a new Stag in town. Perhaps he was looking for a rumble, perhaps not. But he knew he was definitely looking forwards to seeing the spitfire of a mare again, and perhaps her human too.
Arwan said:
Arwan simply watched the two for the probably minute they rough-housed. Though they seemed to realize they could seriously injure each other. The mare and elk spoke, and the mare dipped her head, as his elk bowed his head, in gratitude? he blinked as the mare moved to him, he would gently put the string of beads over her back as she did herself the first time. Hopefully the beads wouldn't slip off. Arwan watched as the mare left, but not before she shook herself. He watched as a feather floated to the ground, what was it for? Did she mean to leave it? Curious the man picked up his equipment and placed it over Xanto's back on the saddle before moving to his front to take the silver feather. It was a delicate and pretty thing, he took an extra piece of string from his wrist where he kept extra pieces for such occasions, he deftly tied the feather to the string. After a moment he manged to catch up with Xanto on El Dorado pack grounds and tied the string to his antlers so it dangled easily. This was so it was easy to see. He didn't wish his friend to get injured.
After a while, he decided they needed to find an area to camp. After finding a place he started to set up a little base camp on the ground, using some hides to make a tent and made a small fire to keep warm. He would fix and set up better tomorrow. For now, he would create things.