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Post by Mindlight on Sept 11, 2015 16:45:37 GMT 1
OOC: Dated on Day 15, early evening. Tagging No-Sting and GreywingIC: Mindlight sat in her furs, tugging her boots up and lacing them deftly. Food had been getting increasingly more scarce since the disappearance of some of the elves, and it was time to do some hunting. The redhead had settled into a routine of silently watching Sefu, but Panetha seemed to do well with him, and she felt that until she could get her temper under control, she should probably keep contact to a minimum, at least for extended periods of time. Maybe getting out in the woods and exploring this new world, bringing back food and fur for the tribe, would help occupy her mind. As she slipped her wrist catches on over her hands and snugged them to make sure they were secure, she opened a send. **I'm going into the forest to hunt. If there is anyone who would like to join me, I'll be waiting outside.** With that she stood, slipping into her coat and fastened the bone latches on the front, pulling the hood up over her unruly curls. She grabbed her pike and headed outside to wait, looking down at the snow-laden field of green in front of her. Just the thought of going into this forest, so very like her own, without her mate made her heart twinge. How I wish Patter were here... Her hands clenched in the fur at the edge of her coat sleeves, soft and warm. It had been turns since she'd found a bond, and even that ached. She felt utterly alone.
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Post by No-Sting on Sept 23, 2015 23:24:02 GMT 1
OOC: Quick note - more elves than Tinder, Nettle and Slinker disappeared. Just add "and the others" to your post until we've established exactly who IC:No-Sting was dragging herself out of the furs, yawning and rubbing at her eyes. With food scarce she often went to bed somewhat hungry, which made for poor sleep. They needed better hunting luck or they'd soon be worse than just having small belly-aches. **I'm in, with Oddspot,** she sent back to Mindlight. Not knowing the elf too well yet No-Sting had no idea on where she stood on having lynx around. Then again, only Keleero had shown open discomfort around bond-friends thus far. Making her way outside, her bond-friend close on her heels, No-Sting gave Mindlight a curt but friendly nod and took up position to wait, in case anyone else decided to join them. "Fine night for a hunt. Let's hope luck is on our side this time."
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Post by Greywing on Sept 29, 2015 9:10:59 GMT 1
"I hope it's a fruitful night as well," Greywing hoped for luck as she stepped out of the caves. K'rstai fluttered down and rested on her handler's shoulder while Greywing readjusted her gloves. Her red cloak fluttered in the breeze, and though she wasn't cold, she was glad that she'd been brought to this place during her homeland's winter. She was also oddly grateful that more elves had disappeared; though the concept made her wonder and worry about if she would ever be taken back, right now, it mostly meant that they had fewer mouths to feed. That could only be good in this whitecold.
The three of them seemed decently capable of getting some food in everyone's bellies; Mindlight smelled of one with wolf-blood in her, and No-Sting seemed to share the same blood as her feline bond. And if that weren't enough, both K'rstai and Oddspot would be able to contribute to their hunting efforts as well, though, admittedly, K'rstai would not be bringing home kills as large as the lynx could. Greywing gave her sling a test spin, waiting for anyone else; her stone daggers sat comfortably in her the sheaths attached to her thigh, ready to be thrown at anything that moved.
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Post by Mindlight on Sept 29, 2015 10:15:24 GMT 1
The wolf-rider looked over at No-Sting and gave Oddspot an affectionate scratch behind the ears, oddly comforted by the nub-tailed cats presence. The lynx was much smaller than Beauty, Whelp's bond, and the memory made her eyes sting. In the last troll attack, she had watched, helpless, as the pregnant life-bearer was dragged from the fierce leopard's back, screaming for her lifemate. Weatherbird had spent years trying to put himself back together for their children, but he had never been the same again. And then there had been Nettle - the same smile, the same temper, the same busy-body mother-henning. But she hadn't recognized Mindlight, and so the red-head had avoided this elf that looked precisely like one of the tribemates she had left behind, like the universe's perverse way of reminding her of all that was gone now.
Shaking herself to clear her mind like a wolf shakes itself to clear the snow, Mindlight retracted her hand and stood, cocking an ear to make sure no one else was coming. When she was sure it was just the three of them, she started down into the forest, treading softly across the snow, barely leaving prints. Every now and then, she would stop to sniff. Thoughtfully, she sent to her companions, **Do you smell that? Kind of like...bear. Do you think there's a cave nearby? If there is, it's probably asleep.** She licked her lips. **If we could find bear, we'd have plenty of new fur, plenty of meat for a while, and the fat would be good for so many things.**
Blue eyes flicked over the sleeping forest and she shifted. **What do you smell, my friends?**
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Post by No-Sting on Oct 10, 2015 23:19:00 GMT 1
No-Sting eyed the bird of prey on Greywing's shoulder. She wasn't quite used to the idea of tame birds yet. Back home pets weren't unheard of, but they were a temporary thing. Usually it were soft-hearted tribemates ended up with pets when they felt sorry for a wounded squirrel or an orphaned bird. Said pets tended to leave once they were well enough or stay around the Holt to be petted and fed - having one partake in a hunt, like a bond-friend did, was strange to say the least.
But No-Sting wasn't about to complain. They needed all the aid they had to get enough food in their bellies.
Oddspot welcomed the scratch Mindlight gave her, then focused on the woods ahead. No-Sting had noted that Oddspot was more alert and energetic since they'd arrived in this strange new place. Must be that strange kitten she's looking after. Don't care what mother says, I'm sure tuftears remember lost young in their own way.
That thought was twice painful. One because she missed her mother, and two because of Choice's recent loss. And with Goldenbraid, Rokuta, Silverthorn, Slinker, Tinder and Nettle all gone in one fell swoop it was more than unsettling to think of elves not present.
The disappearing in itself didn't bother No-Sting as much as she thought it would have. Life could change or end at any moment - a branch could fall from a tree, a wolf pack could corner you, you could fall into a river with strong currents... Life was short and dangerous. But she found she missed the elves who'd gone, despite knowing them for such a short time and not getting along with all of them. And she missed her home and kin most of all.
Mindlight's sending was a welcome distraction from that thought path, though the sending itself had No-Sting frowning.
**The three of us, against a bear?** No-Sting looked at them, hesitating. Even with Oddsspot and Greywing's bird as extra strength, she didn't like their odds. **Should we perhaps test our skills at working together on something smaller first? A bear would be a boon right now, but even a sleep-addled one is dangerous. And they tend to be far from pleased when you wake them up.** She spoke from experience, which was clear in her sending.
Without warning she and Oddspot took to a nearby tree. Hunting on the ground still felt unnatural, despite her having seen others do it several times over the past near four hands of days. Safe above ground No-Sting took a deep breath through her nose and smiled.
**I smell branch-horn of some kind in that direction.** She pointed as well as sent an impression of where the scent was coming from. **Start with that before we go rading bear dens?** The smile she gave Mindlight wasn't mocking, only excited. The weather was fair and they'd found prey - already better than several of the days they'd spent in this place!
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Post by Greywing on Nov 4, 2015 22:13:51 GMT 1
**I must agree,** Greywing nodded towards No-Sting, **unless we are joined by twice or three times our number, or a bear-blooded elf shows up with a bear-friend, we'd better avoid the caves for now.** Her send had a hint of amusement to it; though she'd never seen or heard of an elf with bear's blood, she'd never seen or heard of elves with cat's blood either, and there seemed to be many in this misfit tribe. In a land that harbored cat-elves, elves from a land covered in water, elves who traded and traveled like humans, who knew what else would come to them? **The winter will be long, and the bears will sleep through it. Best to hone our skills as a team first, let the bears' slumber deepen.**
She'd noted the ways others had looked at K'rstai, but neither elf nor bird minded. She was an oddity in her birth land, so it made sense being an oddity here as well. "Did you hear that?" she cooed quietly at her hunting companion. "Branch-horn. Find it for us, pretty bird." The green-haired elf reached into a pouch and pulled out what looked like a small bone; a piece of antler, belonging to a previous kill. K'rstai nudged it with her beak, then pushed it away. With a swift swing of her arm, she launched the grey falcon into the air, and she glided off in the direction No-Sting had indicated. **Seems K'rstai agrees with you too,** Greywing smiled, clutching her sling. **Shall we?**
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Post by Sofia on Jul 26, 2020 23:19:13 GMT 1
OOC: Locking and archiving this thread as Greywing and Mindlight's players seem to have left the holt. Can of course be brought back at a later date should that change in the future
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