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Let the Bodies Hit the Floor — MS Gorilla Hunt
Torvald
Posted: Dec 8 2010, 04:17 PM


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It is being assumed that Torvald called the pack together back in the MS territory and has led them to this location. If you wish to take part in the Gorilla Hunt please post here with an entrance post and, as mine has done, end with entering the jungle. Once the deadline to post is reached (or everyone has arrived) I will post again and the action will begin! If you do not post before this deadline you will not be able to participate in the Gorilla Hunt.

;__; I am extending the deadline a day so that more people might have the opportunity to post. I was hoping for a little greater turn out, especially if we are to kill a number, if not all, of the apes ><

The deadline to post is Dec. 18th.

Shadow laced clouds crept in silence through the fathomless expanse of aqua that held unshakable reign over the lands of Refuge Point. Evening showers left the lands somber and glazed with a brisk veil of icy droplets. It was only the occasional coastal breeze which lapped across the scape which seemed to send a fragile shiver down the knobbed spine of the lands. The immobility of the lands was nearly haunting, and for once everything seemed at peace. An artful mirage, one which was soon to be disemboweled, for the Sero wolves were on the move.

Talons pierced the frigid surface of the earth with each precise step, muscles shivering with anticipation of the bloodshed to come. His hide did well to coax forth the umbra tendrils which coiled themselves greedily around his entirety, masking him nearly flawlessly as he moved across the still slumbering lands. No longer was he anchored within his home terra but instead moved with a prevalent determination towards the nauseatingly vibrant entanglement of greenery known as the Selva de Brillo. His destination lay mere yards before him and with the silent breaths of his comrades at his back he pressed on to close that meek distance, arresting his progression as he reached the edge of the forest. A wicked smile shattered the previously void expression that often dominated his roguishly charming features. Tonight they would paint the forest red.

Slowly he allowed his hulk to pivot, coming to face the assembly who had congregated in the Bosque and followed him here to end the tirade of the ape filth. From between the constraining grip of the gray scaled clouds the silvery beams of the moon fell to bathe the gathering in a dull murky aura. The light snatched up his features momentarily, illuminating the littering of scars which decorated the left side of his mask before retracting their caress. Slowly his chrome spackled lips parted and from depths unknown came the glacial baritones, “So pleased you could all make it.” he hissed with an accompaniment of a low chuckle, “It is time for the humanoid filth to learn who the true predators of this area are. They will wake tonight in horror, enter into this reality with blood in their eyes and screams clotting their throats.” The jaws snapped together at the last syllable, slicing the tones clean and allowing them to echo only momentarily before offering further chorus, “Do not be fooled by their sluggish appearance and dim witted eyes, they harbor great strength; strength enough to tear a full grown wolf limb from limb without stress or strain. Above all else do not allow them to take a hold of you, remain active and unpredictable. Work as a cohesive unit. If you chose to preserve yourself above another member and flee from this fight you will be hunted down and gifted the same ending these apes shall receive.” The beast fell silence once more, allowing his ghastly stare to settle upon the features of each of the individuals before him.

It was to be assumed that all present, rather all within Mortus Sero, were experienced to some extent in the art of combat. Those who had boasted of skills they lacked would be revealed hastily and likely suffer greatly their pompousness. His features by this time had fallen blank once more, appearing as no more than an abyss from which two gleaming globes shone with malice, a form only present in the monsters of nightmares. Once more a sickly smirk splintered the corners of his lips as he began to swing his bulk back towards the forest, allowing his skull to remain pointed towards the assembly, “Don’t get yourselves killed.” another chuckle slithered forth from between the polished weaponry as he turned himself fully to the night-swarmed jungle, pressing forward and soon disappearing into its thick and knotted embrace.

"scream for me"



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Räv
Posted: Dec 8 2010, 10:55 PM


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They had trekked what could be a long distance from the Bosque, but for the cretins of Mortus Sero, it was hardly any expanse to travel at all. The entire way, the group had followed Torvald at a steady pace, and now they had at last come to the edge of the forest. Räv's muzzle inclined itself to peer into the gloom - she remembered this place quite well. It was where she had met 'lord' Danaher, the pitiful ruler of the Sanctus scum. It was he who her brother now served, and the malicious maned wolf planned to put a stop to her sibling's ridiculous loyalty - even if it meant killing him. There would be no remorse, just as there had been none for the one who had fallen at her hand to leave the tally-mark etched into her left forelimb. She would certainly have more scars to wear across her coat as time wore on; she would prove herself fully.

Torvald had turned to face the gang, and the slender girl's attention was drawn to his bulk, an attentive pivot of her massive ears flicking towards him. He was quite the attention-drawing creature, and even if he had not been the ruler of a pack, he likely would have gathered followers without trying. Torvald commanded respect, just as Räv so often did of her peers. He began to warn them of the dangers of their task to come - dangers about the apathetic beasts who they had come here to slay. She had, when in the presence of the Regnum king, come across one such filthy-fingered creature, and she knew better than the next wolf how nimble the animals could be. Räv would make no mistakes. She didn't need Torvald to warn her to be cautious.

A tantalizing smirk drew itself across her lips at the boy's final words, and then her slim mass slithered forth, darting into the murky shadows of the Selva de Brillo, moving lithely with the rest of her packmates. She - unlike most of them - already knew the dangers of their task, but - also unlike most - looked forward to it with a calculating cruelness. Murder was what had allowed her entrance into this pack, and damn the creators if she didn't make it known just how powerful she was.

"Speak."





 

Sabatore
Posted: Dec 9 2010, 08:47 AM


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His step was livley, amusment running to his core. From now on he would be someone in this stupid tidling pack of Torvald's. At that meating he was just he late newcommer to be ignored and glared at, but these stupid animals would see the power of his careful cunning tonight under the white wash of the moon. Sabatore's tawny eyes flashed around him, eyeing the pelts of others whom moved about him, and the dark brute whom moved before them all. A pack dinamic is a thing he had been unable to watch for a long time, and it was extremly interesting to see such obediance in animals with such a thirst for blood. But he would asume as long as the Alpha remained the strongest most disturbed member of his congrigation he could remain preist and god as well.

Dark grin playing on his features, Sabatore took a clean whittling approch to the short walk. His claws caught the cold muck underneith, but did not fling the glop up. He had takin to the motions of his well practised hunting. Viper eyes peering forward from the now lowered skull, Sabatore narrowed them in interest at Torvald. Such deseatful cunning, it was almost arrousing. Smirk streaching farther on his lips, the robust monster continued his silent observations. This leader was not a usual hunk of meat to be watched adn lusted over. He was the whole god damn beast, bloody and ready for the picking. But such a thing could be considered hersey couldn't it? But still Sabatore would have been rather happy to find what that brute tasted like, even if he thought under every word that Torvalds blood was most likley acid.

Pausing in his thoughts as the leader pivoted towards his subordanents, Sabatore rocked back on his heels, the sand pits of his eeyes grew shallow and hot with unrestrained antisipation. Tonight blood would rain from the jungle's leaves and everything would be marked in the red rust of Mortus Cero. The hot sticky fluid would feed the plants and turn their inner selves red witht heir gorging. His jaws parted, saliva globing and running between his fangs as he dropped his bottom jaw. Licking his teeth to make them gleam, the mexican red stared abck at his leader, ears cocked to catch every word. This was the melody of the hypnotizer, and he Sabatore was the one caught in its lulling state. Ah but how will the scream when their wind pipes lay on the dust before them? Drawing his salmon pink tongue across his lips, the man rolled his shoulders.

He could almost taste it, there in Torvald's words he could almost feel the gripping lurching arms of power, and the wonderful way he spun around them. His teeth clipped together, head lsightly tilted to the side, his smile grew larger cracking his cheeks and giving him the odest glint of fever in his eyes. Such eyes. Those sand pits caught Torvald's blazed green look without fear or worry. This animal was an animal that despite it all would not let his fellows injure the others. What a good manical chap. Teeth grinding away the saliva clinging to their edges, Sabatore spoke, for the first time in such a large group. "Such a path we shall reap, they won't dare to reaise themselves in disobediance. These trashed long armed apes will be made to bow in their graves." he wasn't truly speaking to anyone, though his eyes dug into Torvald's flesh. His harsh feverish murmur was ment for himself, to reveal to himself the power of his own mind.

He could see it, the rusty dust in the wake of distruction they would bring about. Two such powerful beasts coming upon each other in battle could do no more then this, this unending bisqure distruction. Swaths of this jungle would lay trampled under their paws. And acres of it would lay soaking in the fallen's life blood. Tawny eyes gleaming with their lust, Sabatore continued his deft stare into the alpha, before ripping it free with the final words as Torvald moved to take the jungle, this huge clumps of trees and foliage for his own. Watching the shadow vanish amongst so many others the gray beast gave a low half winded snarl before stepping after his leader. Let the leaves claock him, cover him and caress his body as he shifted. Let the blood catch in their full leaves and drip upon him as he lurched for his next shot. May this jungle be the last thing to view such humonized filth, and may it keen the justice of the final blow to humanity.
 

Thorn
Posted: Dec 9 2010, 01:28 PM


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Astonishing was the single word that filled the tawny and creamed brute's mind. Gorillas by nature were typically shy creatures that bluffed their way out of confrontations like a skilled poker player would push out other players with a high bet and an emotionless stare. The difference between these two pro bluffers was that Gorillas did it through elaborate shows. Zealous tantrums, thunderous chest beats and marvelous hoots and hollers all played a part in their display. A great silverback gorilla was known for his age and his wisdom in typical troops, and rarely there was more than one, he was solely responsible for the well being of the predominately mother and child members of the troop. What Thorn was processing through his ever working mind was a normal, stable group of gorillas which would not attack and hunt down wolves to fed upon, so why was this troop so abnormal?

Being unaware and unable to appreciate the intensity of the situation bothered the wolf deeply. It would have been easy to slip out of everyone's view in once in the thick tangles of the shadowed greenery to investigate on his own but he re framed. Though a wolf of lighter hues he melted into the darkness just as easily as a darker wolf would. His browns fit perfectly with the chromium of the earth's floor and the silver wash that fogged the area helped to melt away the lighter creams. The feral creature became a phantom in the mysterious witching hours. He was always within ear shot of the pack as the fog limited sight distance, able to hear their footfalls across the damp leaves. Though they tired to muzzle their steps no one was perfectly silent, not even the ghost himself.

The sun beamed through a patch of green brush as a long scared muzzled popped through. The wolf's imagination ran wild as he moved along with the group, signs of the creatures were scattered throughout the forest, which he had seen days prior. In the intertwines of his mind, the gorilla troop was in a very typical place, an open area in front of them but above their beds a thick canopy hung across them. A blue glow of the moon illuminated the outline of the beasts and Thorn was almost shocked out of his fur, there were not one but three males in this troop. It was no wonder why this group of apes had taken to such bizarre extremes. Nests from nights before had given him this bit of information, large prints and enormous resting places. Their hierarchy was a mess, and the stress of having three alphas must have split the group. A language barrier halted any further information from being passed and Thorn would never know why they had taken such a path.

His time observing the troops signs lasted only moments in the days before, having not known that it was Torvald's desire to rid the world of them. Torvald's troop rallying speech and warning to any omega that might have been hidden in the ranks called the wolf back to reality. Thorn's eyes flashed across the line of wolves watching their faces as the silence gripped the forest again. A new wolf who had showed up late to the first meeting spoke up, his vocal cords dripped with blood lust and Thorn snorted in disapproval, anyone going into this battle with nothing but vengeance on their mind was surly to bring harm to their self or another. Yes, the tawny male knew they were here to kill these creatures but intellect had a place and with three silverbacks in this group, who easily weighed 400 pounds and the females were nothing to spit at, weighting about half the males but still more than a wolf. Thorn would ignore the other wolf's comment, since it was not directed at him and he would turn to follow Torvald only adding his two cents once tangled in the darkness. "The beast will not know what hit them." The wolf nodded as he spoke, softly and confident.

It would have been a lie to say that Thorn was not eager to slaughter these creatures. He had never fought a gorilla before, wolves of course, he had battled and slain many in his three years of life, but a gorilla was something he never had to come against. He knew their habits only because he had seen them before but, as said he never had to engage one. Unlike some of the others in the group his muscles with not twitch with the burning desire that was to come, his personal aura was clam and confident. His body showed it clearly, he strolled easily through the vines that tired to trap him in the forest. In the back of his mind he silently told himself that it was almost time, as they grew closer to the troop, his heart began to beat a little faster but it would not be until he threw himself into the action that he would allow himself to be taken over by the darker lust that itched at the back of his thoughts.

"Words"



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Bane
Posted: Dec 9 2010, 04:13 PM


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Night had fallen over Refuge Point, throwing its welcoming cloak over the black brute as he walked among the group. It was a bit chilly out, but it couldn't slow the beasts down, nothing could now. The bleach white rays of the moon shone faintly, the only light brave enough to show itself on the night that the wolves of Mortus Sero, would drown the forest in blood.

The thick foliage lay just ahead of the pack of twisted creatures, growing close as they silently advanced, Torvald in the lead. A twisted, rabid grin crept across Bane's face as he thought about the events that would take place tonight. His core shivered with excitement, it would be wonderful to meet these creatures again, and pay them back...He was pulled from his train of wicked thought as Torvald spun to face them.

Bane halted, having no need to crane his neck to peer over the others. His grin stretched further across his face as Torvald warned the wolves not to misjudge the apes. Oh yes, he knew well not to do that. Right now, Bane and Torvald were probably the most experienced with fighting the beasts, as they'd encountered them once before. He remembered how strong they were, incredible, capable of ripping small trees from the ground almost effortlessly. The brute was lucky that his great skull had not been cracked in two the time he'd been seized by one of the creatures. By the time Torvald had mentioned what would happen to those who abandoned the mission, the insane grin could become no bigger. Oh, there won't be any running away here, I have a score to settle with them....

Torvald turned back and vanished into the leaves, after chuckling for the wolves not to get themselves killed. Bane glanced at the others, yellow orbs glowing, then gave a slight nod, and walked forward before he himself was swallowed by the shadows.

"Bane talks!"



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Ciel
Posted: Dec 15 2010, 09:10 AM


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A dark indigo colour was spread across the horizon, with many shimmering stars of light. The deep blue dye stained not only the sky but also the land below, and the forested landscape felt so much more mysterious draped in a cover of night. Ominous shadows seemed to dart around the shaded trees, as the waning gibbous moon hung in the sky, making a stunning cameo against the darkness. The flickering light from numerous stars was flimsy and unimpressive against the silvery glow of the moon, which exposed all the figures in the open yet confined those that dared not show themselves in the darkness. A slight chill from the light showers was evident despite the multitude of warm bodies, as droplets clung to leaves and grass, only visible by the slight moonshine reflecting off their rounded surface.

Of all the wolves gathered, Ciel knew very few. Her light paw steps were completely undetectable as she glided in quietly, keeping her movements controlled and attempting to minimize the space she was occupying, that in itself a rather simple task due to her small and narrow frame. Her stalks moved gracefully, yet seemed somewhat unsure, her movements lacking in the complete and utter focus others had demonstrated. A curious expression was spread across her exquisite features, and the little light that could reach her in this large group of wolves illuminated her pale pelt. Her blue eyes began to innocently observe the wolves around her, as she found most of them had a large, scar on their hindquarters much like her own recent wound, still fresh and not quite healed over. The blood had clotted, yet any sudden movements still caused a small stream to stain her leg. Not used to pain, she attempts to draw her mind away from it and focuses on the other wolves.

Torvald, with his obsidian coat and ominous emerald eyes stood in the front, and a tall, slender fox-like wolf hovered elegantly near him. Another large wolf with bright, tawny eyes seemed more than capable of killing, and the creamy wolf she had met earlier, Thorn, was at the front as well. Behind Thorn stood a huge black wolf, and coming up behind her were three more figures, and her delicate nose recognised not a single scent out of the group. As Torvald's deep, husky voice began to speak, she immediately focused her attention back up to the front. His icy words portrayed a morbid scene of blood, and just hearing him describe what would happen to the gorillas made her shiver in fear. And just when she managed to calm herself about the whole situation Torvald picked up again, his cold voice mentioning the creature's strength and what he could do to a grown wolf. Trembling now, she forces herself to be strong, locking her knees. She knew she couldn't leave; not after what inventive consequences the large, ebony wolf had mentioned. And the whole situation was so foreign to her. What are gorillas anyhow? I've never seen one before... She answers the questioni herself, not wanting to leave it to her imagination. I'm sure they won't be that bad... After all, no Alpha would want to lead his pack into a bloodbath.... Something inside her wasn't so sure of that; the wolves around her, their looks of fierce determination and courage made it seem as though they actually enjoyed killing and hurting other creatures. Fear wracked her, yet she forced it down. Her gaze rested forward, and she noticed Torvald walking into the jungle, along with a few others who quickly trailed after. His not very reassuring comment made Ciel more nervous than ever.

With a deep breath, she steps forward, her lengthy legs slender and graceful in the moonlight despite the unsureness she felt. Well, this is it. Not allowing herself an extra moment, she walks elegantly into the dark forest, feeling the eyes of friends and foe and the breath of wolves who thirsted for blood around her. It's now or never.

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Kuura
Posted: Dec 15 2010, 10:58 PM


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The darkness of night, one moment your friend and the next, the destroyer of laid-out plans, lay somber hands over the many pelts of the Mortus Sero wolves. Shadows borrowed from the morning clothes of night served to darken the many hues of the wolves as night’s gentle breath masked any unintended noise made by their near soundless passage. The emerald blades of grass exposed their underbellies and groveled at the passing of the beasts that had gathered to assert their dominance over the local long-reached anthropoids. The reaching fingers of the jungle the pack traversed sought to hinder the many bodies moving closer to its hidden treasures and the humanoid creatures it harbored within, but just like the emerald grass before it, the fingers that fought to grasp thick winter fur where forced to submit to the wolves way.

Paw pads strengthened by years of travel over frosted mountains and heated deserts did not feel the chill of the frozen ground that rested beneath the sizable paws of the fae. Claws dug into the frozen ground as toes spread on the hardened surface and long legs unfurled themselves in a long and luxurious stretch as the group came to a halt behind their leader. The moon, mother nature’s head spy, shone her bright gaze on toned muscles half covered by a growing winter coat as the she-wolf’s weight shifted backward and then forward in her stretch.

Muscles now warm from the exertion required to travel to the jungle the Gorillas dwelled in and her recent stretch, Kuura hopped to her feet and gave a portion of her attention to the words Torvald now uttered. These humanoid beasts she had seen on her travels but common sense had warned her away from them. It took a fool not to recognize the strength in those wiry but muscle lined arms and in those jaws who had bigger canines than the wolves they where named after. Experience from past fights kept Kuura on her toes with her wait distributed evenly between all four paws. It didn’t matter yet that they hadn’t entered the jungle yet, they where invading another’s territory and she at least, was prepared for any sudden attacks. Dark amber eyes took in her surroundings, the wolves standing around her, and the foliage behind Torvald’s back as dark tinted ears angled to better hear her alpha’s words and to commit any advice he offered to memory, after all, additional information had never hurt anyone before. Strong jaws where clamped shut to mask the snort of disgust and annoyance incited by the words of bravado from two of her companions in the hunt as she furthered disguised the sound by rubbing her muzzle against an outstretched foreleg.

There was no cockiness in her body or the blood thirst that muddied the thoughts of many, just the welcomed rush of adrenaline as it flowed through her ready veins. ”Don’t get yourselves killed,” where the final words Torvald uttered and Kuura allowed her lower jaw to drop and her lips to curl in a grin as steady paw steps carried her into the domain of the ones she hunted. As the smells of the jungle assailed her, Kuura's thoughts turned to the creatures the Mortus Sero wolves had gathered together to hunt and the coming battle. With the grin disappearing from her muzzle, four words danced across her conscience as she entered the labyrinth of foliage before her, And tonight... Tonight we dance.


"I speak." I move. "I listen to you." I think.





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Mel
Posted: Dec 16 2010, 09:00 PM


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I don't like this post at all, but I figured I should probably get this up here anyway since the deadline is, well, tomorrow. x]

Silently the female followed the others that had come along, making sure to keep herself at the back of the group. Through the shadows of the night each Moruts Sero wolf was in her own sight. Just because they were a pack didn't mean she had to trust them all right away. The only one who did have her trust and respect other than her sister was Torvald. It was the only reason she even considered joining the pack in the first place. No one else really seemed to know who she was anyway, thought Mel didn't mind. The less wolves she'd have to come into contact with, the better in her opinion, even if it did seem ridiculous to not know who exactly she might one day have to put her life in the paws of. "I won't bother you much about it now since you are in fact busy, but you know as well as I how foolish something like that is. Though we both know you'll end up getting around to it, you shouldn't wait forever to do such a thing. Knowing the type of characters you're going to be living around it actually quite important."

She winced at his voice as her figure continued it's robotic-like movements. Those words were quickly ignored. Her mind was on the silence and beauty of night as well as on the other members of the pack. Finding out who they were was the last thing on her mind right now. Now a crooked grin grew on her face as Torvald turned towards his followers. Something about him always captured her eyes. Perhaps it was the way he carried himself or maybe it was simply because of the way she thought about him. Either way, she'd always respect him for many reasons. His jaws parted and words flowed off his tongue the way they usually did. She paused any and all movement as his chorus reached her ears. Tonight would be the last for some unfortunate creatures.

Adrenaline rushed through the coyote's veins as Torvald neared the end of his little speech. Finally she'd get to use those 'skills' she had that a situation before had never called for. Killing. After all, it was the sole thing both she and Chell had had to do back in the Aperture Laboratories. If one could not kill and take care of themself, then they'd surely be dead in a matter of minutes. That same crooked grin remained on Mel's face long after the male had closed his jaws. This seemed like it would be an extremely simple task with the amount of Sero wolves here, but just as he had said, these beats weren't to be underestimated. Hopefully no one else would mess things up for Mel knew she'd do just fine. The amount of experience she had was almost frightening to some individuals. With an abnormal look in her eye, she simply chuckled. This would be fun.

"Dialog." "Gordon."



 

Knight
Posted: Dec 18 2010, 09:06 PM


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The newest member, well, as so he thought he was the newest member, padded into the territory which smelt of his pack. Knight was eager to go upon a journey through the shadows of the territory, and to please the alpha. With a devious grin, he followed the scent path in which laced the ground, leading to the other wolves. His black pelt matched the dark shadows which were cast from the moon, making himself disappear. Finally, he found everyone. They were padding on to go hunting, and that was a time in which Knight loved. The taste of blood, the vicious cycle of the kill. He grinned with enthusiasm.

Knight finally came out from hiding, if he was even hiding, and began to follow everyone. He could imagine it perfectly. The beast they were hunting would never know what hit him. He licking his maw, that same devious and evil grin lingered upon his face. Cold hearted he was. No mercy to wolf, or in this matter, to any prey animal. To any beast that comes in his way, unless it is one of his own pack members. "This will be...pleasurable." The new male growled between his teeth, still following everyone else.

Knight knew noone yet, so he felt a bit out of place. It didn't bother him, however. As long as he got to hunt, then that was fine. Hunting gorillas was new for the male, but a challenge he would always accept. And with the cover of the darkness, it would be easy, maybe...Knight was a good hunter, considering it involved the shedding of blood. With the darkness over head, and the moon lighting the way, it was eay to see of where they were all going. To the jungle.
 

Torvald
Posted: Dec 20 2010, 02:42 AM


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Hushed in the silence offered by the verdant carpet’s embrace the creature moved forth, accompanied by the shadow laced figures of his pack-mates. Features held firm, lenses forever scanning the forestry before them, careful to take the path he had scouted out days before, one which allotted them ample concealment, favor of the wind and let them directly into the nest of the humanoid filth. Their journey was not a particularly lengthy one, having entered the forest at a nearly ideal position and so within a matter of minutes Torvald found his beryl lenses locked to a dense figure in the near distance. His motion arrested, abruptly and without warning he froze as if fallen victim to Medusa’s stare. Carefully he scanned for movement, finding that only the great hulk’s chest rose and fell in predictable increments. It was asleep, propped up against the thick stalk of a towering tree, set as the guard perhaps for the others who were nestled so peacefully in their leafy beds.

The three males would be their primary targets, the leader of the bunch being the individual whose back was painted in an iridescent silver. Lids narrowed as he counted the slumped bodies of the creatures, identifying them as best he could and counting them in silence. The most youthful of the males was positioned farthest from them, he was relatively smaller than the others, but was likely to be the most agile in his maneuvers. The second male was nestled between the two females, perhaps the closest to their gathering and the third largest of the three was at peace reclining against the towering tree. Slowly his lips parted, glacial baritones slithering forth in a low whisper, one sure to only be captured by those at his flanks, “Mel, you along with Rav and Bane will take the male farthest from us. Thorn, you, Ciel and Knight will take the male in the middle. Sabatore and Kuura you will come with me to bring an end to their leader.” With the commands given he brought himself forward another stride, angling his progression as to move free of his fellow’s way and position himself in a linear fashion with his target, the silverback. Skull oscillated slowly, lenses capturing the figures of Sabatore and Kuura who were to join him in battle. He offered no further words to them, not yet, for it was essential the others found their places first. The element of surprise was one they must play well, they were in fact outnumbered, though from his observations he had learned the females’ instinct was to flee rather than fight. He turned his eyes to the rest, allowing the stare to linger on Mel and Thorn for moments more before tossing his head towards the gorillas, giving them the signal to proceed.

"scream for me"


OOC: Alrighty, bear with me, this is the first time I've done anything like this ><
All the wolves have been broken into 3 groups, each group will be assigned to take down one of the male gorillas.

Group 1 [Buw]: *Mel, Rav and Bane
Group 2 [Jum]: *Thorn, Ciel and Knight
Group 3 [Huk]: *Torvald, Sabatore and Kuura

Round 1: The leaders (*) of the groups will establish a strategy and then each wolf will make their first move, remember this is not the point where the gorillas are killed, but simply engaged in battle. So you should be posting your approach and 1st attack. The posting order will be:
Mel, Rav, Bane, Gorilla (Buw), Thorn, Ciel, Knight, Gorilla (Jum), Torvald, Sabatore, Kuura, Gorilla (Huk). Then…

Round 2:Posting order remains the same. This is the post where the wolves will have a chance to react to whatever injuries the gorilla’s dealt out and then kill the gorillas.

There will be 3 mini-battles going on and we will assume they are all happening at about the same time. Following the posting order Buw will be killed first, then Jum and finally Huk. All injuries will be posted at the Gorilla Hunt plotting thread before the second round begins. Have fun! =3



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Mel
Posted: Dec 20 2010, 10:16 AM


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Hope this is alright. I wasn't too sure what to do with it. :U If something needs to be changed then let me know and I'll do it. <3

[edit] I was told to assume that Bane made a move already during this, so yeah. Third paragraph is just that, though it's kinda bad. :B

Motion of the female ceased when Torvald himself froze suddenly in place. Eyes wandering, they locked on to the same thing his were likely on. All resting, the beasts were completely unaware of what would be happening mere moments from now. A crooked grin still plastered itself onto her features, even more so when the alpha's jaws parted to reveal the plan. Lenses locked with his figure in the silent stillness that had fallen upon the group only to catch his nod. Giving her own slight nod in return, it was now time to begin. She looked for the other two individuals he mad named, not completely sure who they were but knowing enough to identify them after a few moments. Mel, taking a few steps forward, drew her attention back to their target.

Her jaws parted as she ceased moving. Turning to the other two individuals she'd be working with, she began the only plan she could think of. "All right you two. Obviously, surprise is the most important thing we have, yes? Since we have to go the farthest distance to get to our specific beast, I'm going to assume that you can be silent in your movements and not mess anything up." Her eyes moved back and forth between the two as her quest words finished for the moment. Taking only seconds for her mind to take in each of their figures, Mel inhaled as jaws parted once again. "Once getting there, seeing as I personally am on the smaller side, it doesn't seem right for me to be the first one to actually make contact. Easily the beast could fling me off within seconds of said contact. Bane, seeing as you're the largest and a true ruffian at that, I'd like for you to be the first to make contact. Rav and I will make our own moves right after you do." Jaws snapping shut, that seemed to be all she had to say. Turning around, the female made her was slowly over to the beast, making sure to watch here her careful steps were placed. After getting a good distance closer, her eyes turned back to Bane where she motioned with her head for him to take the front and make his move whenever ready. Mel waited silently. It had been some time since she'd tasted the blood of another creature. Oh how she missed it...

Her eyes followed his figure as he moved in and made his move. Waiting only mere seconds, Mel soon followed. She went for the arm seeing as it was the easiest part of the beast for her to really do damage to. Easy, yet important at the same time. Her teeth sunk into flesh as the taste of blood filled her mouth. With eyes widened, her mind flashed back to the countless times before she'd tasted the intoxicating liquid. Those may not have been the most pleasant times for the coyote, but the taste was just as sweet. Mel continued biting and tearing at the beast's arm before moving onto other, more muscular parts of its figure.

"Dialog." "Gordon."



 

Räv
Posted: Dec 20 2010, 10:48 PM


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An order. While Räv normally did not take kindly to such things, the duties of murder were high on her list of priorities, and she would not offer contradiction to Torvald's words. She would have, of course, preferred to be the leader of her assigned group, but this was not evident upon her features. She must have patience if she planned to get what she wished for. She had known that Mel and Chell were coyote sisters, and seeing as Chell wasn't here, Räv could only assume that the remaining coyote was Mel, and she sauntered her lazy way towards her, soon joined by Bane. For a moment, the maned wolf's attention was drawn away from the little trio, observing the other groups as they broke up, but when Mel began to speak, her snout snapped towards the canine, a glinting smirk drawing across her lips. She indicated that herself and Räv were to wait whilst the much more bulky wolf made a first attack on the humanoid, which made the girl laugh inwardly. Bane, far from being praised for his talents, was being set out as the bait; a minute simper indicated the russet wolf's approval.

Commands initiated, the wolves began to move, and the long legs of the maned girl carried her at a fluid, silent pace, taking great care not to rustle the foliage that encroached itself upon the earthen floor. It was of utmost importance that not a single member of Mortus Sero woke the filthy beasts before necessary if they were to gain the upper hand, and Räv's lithe movements proved her quite agile and adept at this talent. Her muzzle trailed almost along the ground, but rather than take on a tracking appearance, it was like that of a stalker, her dahlia gaze having settled upon the figure that was to be slaughtered by her, the coyote, and the shadowed bloke. He was not the largest fellow of the creatures, which led her to believe that he was younger, and likely more quick on his feet. It would be important, once they attacked, to move very quickly and unpredictably, so as to be on their game, and keep the gorilla off his. The closer they got, the more the long-legged wolf slowed, her stance lower to the ground now, teeth revealed every now and then in her excitement.

She was one to maintain an element of surprise, so while Mel motioned for Bane to make his move, Räv made one of her own, drawing a large circuit around the snoozing animal so that she, when he was attacked, could come from behind, and be an unknown element the gorilla's attackers. Her slender structure then slithered to the earth, poised to pounce, her eyes flickering between the coyote and Bane, who soon made his move. Not long after he had attacked, Mel followed suit, disarming a forelimb of the beast and then moving to the other. Now, while the creature was distracted with the possible dismemberment of his arms, the maned wolf launched herself, her strike sweeping much lower. If all four of his limbs were unable to be used, it would be a ridiculously easy kill, and Räv always went for the fast and the bloody maneuvers, getting the job done with the amount of pain she preferred. She had killed once before, as was indicated by the tally-mark on her left foreleg, and now she would do so again.

Her jaws had spread wide, and the dame curled her lips, sinking her deadly weaponry into the unsuspecting fiend's left ankle, her powerful jowls clamping shut like the spring of a mouse trap. Immense force was emitted by such things, and her intention was to disable his achilles heel, for she knew that the tendon at the back of one's ankle was what allowed them to support weight, and without his, the gorilla would be forced to stand on one foot, then losing balance, and making him a simple kill. One had to know a fair amount about anatomy to be a successful assassin, and the female's years had brought her to acquire a great amount of knowledge, which was what made her successful at her duty, and now allowed her to prove it.

"Speak."





 

Bane
Posted: Dec 21 2010, 11:57 AM


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At the sign of Torvald, Bane padded over to his group, containing Räv and Mel. His eyes traced their figures, recognizing Mel, and assuming the other to be Räv. He set his focus to the small team leader as she laid down the plan. The brute nodded his skull and followed as she began to advance.

He mentally chuckled as his mind remembered how loud he'd been before, and uncaring of the sound his heavy paws had made. The first time the wolf had met the gorillas, he had in fact, taken them for granted. How was he not supposed to? They were the big, slow, dull ancestors of humans! You bet that his footfalls were silenced now though as he neared the ugly primate.

Mel looked back at him, gesturing for him to move in front, and he complied. Slinking through the shadows, the creature slipped closer as the others got into place. He crouched, muscles bunched and pleading for him to lunge. His jaws hung agape slightly, lenses locked onto the figure of the sleeping gorilla's form, while his mind placed together how he would attack.

Like a spring, his powerful limbs launched him into the air, jaws open wide now, fangs catching the moonlight. In mid-air, his gaze caught the figure of the maned wolf, sneaking behind the humanoid. The ends of his lips curled up slightly in a grin as gravity took hold of the wolf’s body. He landed with a thud on the dozing creature's back, jaws latching immediately on their target and claws digging into the soft flesh, preventing him from slipping. The creature was jolted from its sleep as pain jabbed it with icy fingers. Bane's fangs sunk deeper into the thick skin, blood starting to seep out of the wound. He was about to jump off, knowing that the creature was capable of reaching back and grabbing him, but noticed Mel, ripping at its arms. The ape was too focused with the greater damage to bother with Bane...The brute released his grip on the gorilla's shoulder blade, and heaved himself up closer to its head. He stretched his neck and twisted it awkwardly to grab at the side of the gorilla's. Its beady eyes darted to him as he clamped his jaws down on it, yet not able to wrap them all the way around the thick cervix. His muscles strained as they willed his maw to pull shut more, fangs just beginning to pierce the hide.

Even if he slipped, he'd hang there by his head. A chuckle escaped his throat. Yes you stupid creature, rip me off, and you'll rip part of your neck off! Grab me and try to squeeze me to death, I'll do the same. If the gorilla did try to pull him off, that would give the females a good opening.

"Bane talks!"



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Wildlife
Posted: Dec 21 2010, 04:01 PM


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Fell giant's breath fell in steady bursts, unconcerned by the night time noises around him. He was master of this jungle, king, and kings need not fear their subjects. Calloused hands reached up to scratch his backside, but the massive black beast did not stir in his slumber. All was quiet, all was well. The gorilla did not think of the possible rebellion of the kin of the wolves whose pelts decorated his nest, nor did he ever consider the fact that tonight could very well be the last slumber he ever had. He was focused only on the here-and-now, never what could or might be in the near future. Such ignorance was his downfall, but also the reason for his untroubled rest.

A sly, sneaking murderer, coy as a female in heat, was the end to his sleep. With a bellow of surprise, the massive beast awoke to find a wolf tearing at his shoulder and his startled cries swiftly changed into vicious roars, blood curdling, murderous, thundering echos that promised death. He grappled first for Bane, thick arm seeking for anything it could rip, rend, or crush, but halted mid-moment as a coyote tore into his arm. Canines, twice as long as any wolf's, flashed ominously and the gorilla brought his arm up so that he could tear a chunk from the female's body. As he lunged for the coyote, his uninhibited arm swung up to finish throttling the sneaking wolf who had latched onto his neck.

Clumsy fingers went with surprising speed and dexterity for the wolf's throat, seeking for the windpipe that could be crushed and the spine that could be broken. He paid little heed to the thin, angular she-wolf who nipped at his heels, for now his unpredictable footsteps kept her from finding and exploiting that valuable, defenseless Achilles tendon. More important to the gorilla were the lupine creatures currently swinging from his upper body, drawing few serious wounds, but creeping closer to areas that were vital to the gorilla's survival.

Once, the agile maned wolf came too near for comfort and Buw lashed out with a vicious kick, roaring in helpless rage at the wolf who was too swift for him to get a proper lunge at with the two other wolves clinging to him. Still enraged, her made several more thrashing and tearing maneuvers, aimed to not only dislodge Bane and Mel, but to rattle their bones to the breaking point or fling them against one of the many trees surrounding the tiny clearing where he had made his bed.

 

Thorn
Posted: Dec 22 2010, 12:27 AM


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The small army of wolves collectively came to a halt as their commander froze in time. All was still and quiet as probing eyes gleamed into the clearing of gorillas, each individual taking silent notes and calculating odds and chances. Thorn's mind was working quickly, eyes making the only noticeable twitches as they darted from beast to beast. His quizzical expression was soon lifted as baritones broke the hush that had fallen around the jungle.

Their orders were quick and exact, Mel, Torvald and Thorn himself were to lead two others at a selected male gorilla. In the wind walker's group he had Ciel, an agile dancer who did not know of her potential and then Knight, one of the many newcomers that Torvald had collected. Thorn knew the least about Knight and after looking him over he deemed him an average individual, no startling scars jumped out but he seemed built well enough.

Glancing towards the middle gorilla, the one which was nestled comfortably between the two females, Thorn picked out his game plan and turned back to the two wolves who he was in charge of. "Alright, we will move as one and as silent as a summer wind. We will attack together, so that none of us take the full rage of the gorilla. Our targets are the beast's wrist joints and nimble fingers. Ciel, Knight each of you will take a hand, bite hard and if you can keep moving, the more hits the better but try to get a firm grip the first time around. While the two of you do that, I will come from behind the Gorilla and try to take out his eyes. If he can't see us and we disable his hands, then he can't touch us. Now, remember, stay quiet and attack when I give you the signal." He had no time to repeat himself, the other teams were already starting to move. Thorn was like liquid as he slipped into the forest, his eyes set on the space just behind the Gorilla, he took a wide path around the group of three sleeping giants but within seconds he was position just feet behind the Gorilla. Not a single sound had been made by his soft paw pads, only his breathing, steady and calm inhales and exhales could be heard above his beating heart.

Thorn waited for the others to get set and then his eyes fell on Torvald, whom he waited for the single. It was given and Thorn gave his own, a sharp dramatic nod and then he kicked off the ground and leap forward. It was just a few firm stride and he was almost on top of the gorilla. Waiting almost until the last second Thorn jerked his body to the left so that he had a better angle at the gorilla's face, his jaws parted and starkly white fangs sparkled in the moon light as he quietly struck. The Gorilla's eyes were his target, they were set deep into the humanoid beast but so long as he made contact and his glorious weaponry cut into the forehead, or the face of the beast it would work. Blood from a cranium wound tended to burst like a fountain with every heart beat and if the sweet crimson liquid flowed into the Gorilla's vision, he'd be blinded, giving the wolves' their chance.

Target: Eyes.
Defense: Ears back.
Thorn's Wounds: N/A.


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