Hunter
Pack Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
And I won't listen to this heavenly fa?ade.
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Post by Hunter on Dec 18, 2007 5:50:37 GMT
Acutely aware of his fellow ‘scout’ — for that was what they temporarily were — beside him, Hunter didn’t need to look up to know that Striker was looking down at him. For a time, the older male was quiet, observing the city beyond and below, and then with a deep intake of breath, he stood with fluidic, powerful smoothness, his posture undeniable as that of a warrior, a wolf who had seen battle, and bloody, gory battle at that. It was easy to see in his dark eyes that he had caused much of that bloodshed and violence and destruction himself. And enjoyed it.
“We need a new vantage point,” he announced to his companion, voice deep and level, almost as if he were testing his subordinate, waiting for Striker to pick a better position for them, and as quickly as he could spot one. From there, it would be the simple matter of covering the distance, a feat the two of them would manage with breathtaking ease.
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Striker
Pack Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
I am stripped of all but pride
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Post by Striker on Dec 19, 2007 3:23:50 GMT
Striker confirmed that he had understood his companion's request with a short nod of his head. He could do this. He could scout the area just as well as Hunter could, if he really tried. The younger wolf knew were his skills lied, in combat, but that didn't mean he intended to be one-dimensional. Striker was learning, and quickly, youth aside.
"We still have a lot of ground to cover," he mused quietly as his eyes scanned the skyline. Even in the deepening shadows, he had no trouble picking out the high points of the city. "And we need to see what we're up against -- who else occupies this city."
His gaze finally settled on hunter. "Somewhere near the pack's den?"
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Hunter
Pack Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
And I won't listen to this heavenly fa?ade.
Posts: 29
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Post by Hunter on Dec 19, 2007 5:49:32 GMT
Though he and Striker had been in place, moving here and there throughout their Alpha’s intended hunting ground, for two weeks now, their search and reconnaissance had been excruciatingly thorough. Los Angeles was a big city, after all, filled with many corners and shadows and secrets, and the pair had been working their way through them methodically, not wanting to miss a thing. Failure was not a familiar, let alone accepted concept to them.
With a slow nod, though he would have preferred Striker’s final answer to be a statement rather than a query, he spoke in his usual deep, level tones again, confirming and instructing at the same time, “Lead the way.” He was in no way a teacher, that was their Alpha’s job and he was highly adept with his methods, but Striker was still learning, as efficient and effectively vicious as he was in battle. Not everything was fang and claw, unfortunately. As much as they left the more intricate planning and coordination to their leader, they had to be capable; extremely so.
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Striker
Pack Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
I am stripped of all but pride
Posts: 27
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Post by Striker on Dec 19, 2007 7:59:30 GMT
He was learning. Striker would always rely on his Alpha to do the real teaching, but the old wolf was not here at the moment. He would pick up what he could while he was in Hunter's company, for that was how it usually worked. Most of their teachings came from their leader, but they could also learn from each other.
So Striker reminded himself that, in the future, it paid to rely on instinct. His instincts had told him to find this other pack, and so that would be their next destination. He turned from the roof's edge to take a few steps back before, calm as you please, sprinting forward and leaping bodily from the rooftop. With his unnatural grace and poise to keep him balanced, he would make good time and he knew Hunter would be right behind him.
Continued at: Four Seasons; Side Street
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