Bison Plains

Ember raised his narrow cranium. His nostrils flared, inhaling the air as his receptors picked up the scents of three loners. He could tell their genders, but no more. Just like our small little group here, he pondered.
  Soon enough, a young masculine revealed himself. Ember examined him closely, his chocolately eyes narrowed in concentration. The male's pelt consisted of a rich blend of rust, honey and onyx, his long legs and muscular frame catching Ember's attention. His eyes were a deep emerald, his pupil circled by flecks of warm honey. Chaos, as he revealed himself, shared the ebony wolf's trait of a long, somewhat feathery tail.
  And then came a fifth. Ember turned his attention to a long-musseled canid, who introduced himself as Vertrou. The masculine's pelt was a distinctive blend of black and ivory, his bland gray eyes dappled with greens and blues. After further examination, the average-sized male had thick fur and sharp fangs, appearing as if the water was his home.
  Ember soon found himself turning at a smooth, silky femme voice. The fae was ink, as himself, with unique splashes of white on her legs in the form of stripes. Night's eyes were light, crystaline icy-blue, startling him slightly.
  The feminine-structured specimen sat up, orbs flickering over the bundle of strangers. "Well, Night, Vertrou, and Chaos, it was delightful to meet you." the ebony wolf said. "As Aurora said, it would be a pleasure for you to join us in hunting.

Chaos shifted his attention to the two speaking males. He still sat firm and tall, his rich emerald optics narrowing on them. One who pronounced himself as Ember is quite small, almost femme-like. He appeared as a moving shadow, his eyes were just barely lighter than his pelt, a warm chocolate brown. Chaos  began to tilt his head as he examined the young brute, scoping out his build. He noticed how Ember's eyes showed an open joyful soul, maybe a bit wary, but trust worthy and welcoming. "Thank you for the welcome, Ember."
    As for the second brute, he was a tad larger. Ciel, as he proclaimed. His pelt was mixed with various grey tints, making his midnight colored eyes quite vivid. He may be small, but he looked quite swift and agile. Chaos' eyes stopped scanning as he peered at the males face. Small marks were slightly visible. He began to ponder, 'Just like the scar on my chest.' He shoke his head to snap from the daze. "Hello Ciel, nice to meet you as well."
  They were a strange two, as for the rest of them, including Chaos. As he rested on his haunches he let out a small sigh as his gleaming bright orbs shut, he opened them and spoke, "Well, I can go for some hunting. It's been a while since I've done it with a group. It's been just me for about two years; trying to keep my younger siblings well fed." his voice was warm and welcoming, being slightly deep yet always relaxed and smooth. He smiled at the odd group, his large pearl ivories showing; surrounded by his copper tinted muzzle. His audits flicked numerously as he lifted his onyx black nose into the air, his nares filling with the sweet tantalizing aroma of bison. He slide his tongue over his sharp canines, waiting for them to sink into fresh warm bison flesh. He looks once more at the two wolves who came after him, then at the creamy-honey pelted fae besides the two males. 'Aurora? I believe that was her name.' 
 Chaos soon lowered his fore frame and left his tail high in the air, his broad paws stretched as his talons dug into the warm brittle earth. He pulled his frame up once more and shoke his smooth soft pelt. He flashed  smile once more at the small miss-match clan.

Species: Common North American Bison
Gender: Female/Cow
Health: 70/100
Strength: 50
Speed: 30
Wisdom: 20
Stamina: 50


As most of the herd fled away with the howl, one cow continued to graze. She was a fine beast that stood about eight feet tall. She chomped away at the emerald grass, unaware that there were a group of wolves only a little while away, getting ready to hunt… And they were planning to have bison to dinner…

Hearing an ear piercing howl, the sleek young damsel sprinted through the dense timberland. The luminous silver canvass lit up each moment Ominous darted through an area with the sun's rays beaming through the treetops. Her legs look like a misty blur as she presses off the earth with her elegant paws. Gracefully bounding towards the howl, she simply dodges each tree with divine ease. Her ebony nose fills with wonderous aromas, one seems quite familiar to her. 'Ch- Chaos?...' She scented her dear brother, she may be swift yet only few light noises are made. Her long rose pink tongue hung from her maw as the breeze flew throughout her silk like pelt. As she saw the light shining near, it was the way out. She slowed to a halt, sinking low to the ground. Her movements were silent and un-noticable. As she crept closer her feathery tail swayed, her vocals released a few low growls. She shifted her paws steadily into a pounce position, as her ears sunk low, she leaped. She bound out of the thickett over a wolf and flew onto Chaos, with her fore paws on his frame and hind ones on the warm earth. She bared her ivories at him and released a playful growl. She leapt off of him, as he rose up she walked under his muzzle, flicking her tail at his nose. "It's been a while, Chaos. how have you been?"  Her voice was tantalizing and smooth, giving her sweet sound. The young dame soon gazed her cerulean optics at the group near her brother and tilted her head slightly as she swayed onto her haunches. "Oh, dear. I'm sorry, I'm Ominous. And it looks like I've intruded on a hunt."The honey sweet voice was followed by a slight smile from the silver shaded fae.

As Chaos was preparing to ready for the hunt, a familiar scent filled his nares, he tried to shake it off, yet it just got stronger. He glanced around frantically before a small silver fae leapt atop him. He fell into the dirt, his emerald optics met her cerulean orbs. 'wh-what?... how?' He stared blankly for a moment as the young dame stood on him. As she got off he blinked and looked her over as she spoke he was dazed. He cleared his throat, "Ominous, how... why? Where did you come from?" His voice kept it's familiar smooth tone as his confusion sunk in. He allowed a joyful smile grow into his muzzle, his eyes gleamed bright as the sun shone. He was hungry and ready to hunt, but his sister is now here, and she has no idea who the others are. Chaos shook his head away from Ominous and gave the group a small odd look, unsure of what they say. His muzzle encased a sigh, he released it into the unsuspectable atmosphere. "Well everyone, this is my sister, Ominous." His optics glanced at each in the circle, waiting to see what each would say.

She let out a small whine as Ember spoke, her ears sunk low and slighty outward in an awkward manner. She shuffled her small delicate paws in the loose earth. Her tantalizing cerulean optics gazed at the femme-like wolf as he asked of their siblings. The thoughts of her family flowed in her mind. The tragic accident vivid in her imagination as if it were yesterday. Another whimper escaped her vocals 'Apache, Echo, Talon, Aspyn, and Diesel... All wandering, besides poor little Apache. And my parents... her eyes slowly losing it's beautiful glisten, she then shook her head and realized she never quite greeted Vertrou or Ember, she perked up her ears and looked to each. "Oh, I'm so sorry. It's wonderful to meet you, Ember. You as well, Vertrou. The smooth physiqued she-wolf spoke in an elegant tone. She may have been upset by the memories, yet her voice always sounding up beat.

Chaos sighed as he looked down beside him at his sister, the memories fresh in his mind as well. He sat beside her wrapping his large fluffy tail around her luminous silver hind legs. Chaos' optics showed dread and unsure emotions. The rusty-copper brute's actions changed. He didn't sit as tall as before, his ears slouched forward as he looked at the dewy grass beneath him. He knew his sister was touchy on the subject, he was as well. He thought of his former life, then shook his head vigorously to snap away from the depressing mesatmories. He shifted his miserable  gaze back to the group. "I'm sorry, but she's a tad touchy on the subject of our family. Ominous can handle talking about them for a moment, but once the memories flow, she can't take it..." As Chaos spoke he kept an eye on Ominous, making sure his little sister is alright.

Ominous looked up to the silver-honey fae before her, she smiled, her small razor like ivories peering from behind her pulled back lips. She shut her glistening cerulean orbs and lowered her head in a swift nod. "Sounds great, to go hunting with a group again. And it's lovely to meet you, Aurora." The small silver damsel squinted her eyes as she looked up at the bright powerful sun shining among them. Her mind raced, thinking of hunting with a clan of wolves. The plans roared throughout her imagination. 'If we all just charge, we're sure to chase them directly into the thicket, although only some of us look agile enough to continue. We can't do that!' Ominous sat in silence as the pictures flowed throughout her, seeing vivid details of the possibilities. Continuing to look up at the clear sky, she was in a daze. No longer in tune with the group.

Chaos sat up and nodded lightly to Aurora as she spoke of her hunting plan. His gleaming emerald orbs glanced beside him, gazing upon the silver canid slightly hunched. He tilted his head a bit. 'Oh Ominous, lighten up. You may have been a ringleader before, but that's behind us. This is a new beginning...' He smiled at his small petite sister, and wagged his feathery tail. He hoped she'd feel better, knowing she won't say anything out of respect, it's best to just distract her from the thought. He nudged her playfully then stretched a bit for the hunt.

Fenrir wandered arround for too long and didnt found any prey until now, still he didnt gave up and kept searching. He approached this big plains with a free sight on everything but someone was already here and not just one. There was a scent tainting his muzzle, wolves and Bisons. He wasnt surprised about Bisons but about the wolves, again there was a question in his mind like everytime he was approaching wolves, friends or foes? Slowly and attentive he went to the direction the scent came from, he jumped on a rock to have a better overview and he had the wolves in perfect sight, bad thing was that they could see him too but he didnt mind, Fenrir just wanted to know what they wanted to do and how they would react to a stranger and it wouldnt be smart to approach such a big group anyway, even if they didnt looked that strong, they shouldnt be underestimated. In one way this could be the start of a new life or again a fight. Fenrir sat down straight and waited for the wolves.