[META - ORP] Finding the Warchief

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It was a relief to have Golka by her side, at least. It was a small thing to most, but to her it was a lifesaver to have her sister by her side. Without her, without the warband...Without the Pride, Ro'kuna might be in her caverns alone, wasting away and--

Blood. She smelled blood. Fresh, it filled her nose, her head, her mind. Thoughts of the worst flew through her mind, and she stopped dead in her tracks. Going forwards....what would she find? Death? Battle? Victory? Failure?

...Her mate dead and bleeding out on the dirt, torn to shreds? Scouts dead and beyond recognition?

"G...Golka...?" Her voice wavered once again as she...trembled. She never trembled.

Ugh. He could be doing so many more things. They were hitting dead end after dead end now, and--...

And...Blood. Enough blood to get his own blood pumping. It was interesting. Thrilling. Slightly terrifying. But he would rather be found dead than seen...scared.
 

[- Mynsed -]

Separuh approached a near lion, ready to ask about more information regarding the Warchief; in order to find anyone, Sepa always thought it was best to know as much as possible. Ignorance was not bliss, not in the real word.

But, before he could even get out a word, his keen nose caught something in the wind. Was that... was that blood? Eyes narrowing, he glanced around for injuries on the surrounding population. Besides scars and old, closed wounds, there was nothing that could have caused the scent. Hackles raised and curiosity piqued, Sepa followed his nose, thrill running through him. Could this be a lead? Oh, how he hoped. But... it would also be too disappointing, to find the warchief this easily. He wanted a bit of a challenge, after all...
 

[Lightning Shadow X]

Everything seemed to go off at the same time. First there were the strangers joining the fray, to a -Goddess- gaining ground amidst the ranks, Golka was having a bit of a time keeping tail on everyone that was here to make sure that the numbers were still alright.

Then the smell. That smell. That blood. Her brow furrowed as she saw the dark purple marked lioness head in what roughly felt the direction and then looked to Ro'kuna when she heard that painful waver in her sister's voice. She held her gaze for a few seconds before it became steely with determination as she roared out to the others before she went in pursuit of the scent.

"Move out! Comb the area and follow any scent of blood you may find, MOVE!"



Azrasha was getting nothing, no smell, nothing and was highly distracted keeping an eye on these newcomers. So when the hybrid bolted off in a direction and Golka followed in hot pursuit after yelling a command, the Scout Master was quick to respond in tow. Following after the High Warlord as she caught up with the skinny green hybrid and gave him a rough nod in affirmation.

"Good nose, skinny, let's hope it's a good lead."  

[viatorai]

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What was all that?

Ekko had made it a habit lately to fly around the canyon, her keen eyes locking onto scraps and meals that some of the lions left lying around to come down and steal from, and she had gotten used to the routine. But today was different! When she flew into the canyon....only the very young ones and the very old ones were there. Something was up.

Following the lions' trail out of the canyon, Ekko spread her wings to to ride the wind for a moment and rest her wings as she zeroed in on the warband. They were heading somewhere? Hunting? Searching! But where would they go, she couldn't see anything?

Spotting what looked like a lion...Was it a lion? So young and scrawny! But probably not going to be as angry as the big ones, and her wings were getting a little tired! With a soft chirp she glided down to sit upon the black and green...ish lion...ish's back. Hopefully she wasn't going to bother them too much, she was...

What was that?

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[disregard, this was supposed to an edited post. >->]  

[The VitaAlizaliwa]

emotion_bigvein With most of the group led by those who caught the scent of blood, a few will notice odd marks on the ground as if a creature of huge weight has dragged one of its hind legs behind it;
You have discovered freshly bloodied drag marks seemingly leading north west!.

Dice Update: Because the group is getting closer, rolls of 7, 8, 9 and 10 will now unlock the next clue!

Kivras

 

[- Mynsed -]

Sepa's post  

[Ctrl F Greenie]

Distractions were aplenty with all the things going on. A discovery that the Warchief was missing had been a troubling fact that stole away Ursas time for various things here and there. They had been on the prowl, seeking some form of clue, his whereabouts was hidden as though he were behind a mist. Loyalty burned brightly in the lioness as she pursued leads and listened attentively for those around her.

Her ears pricked and nose wrinkled, with a twitch, at the conversations that blossomed with hushed gasps and the scent that struck her nostrils. Blood. Approaching the scene she was met with something rather alarming. There were bloodied marks stretched across the ground and if she were better at guessing she would say it appeared the individual dragged was fairly large. Her eyes narrowed as she considered what could possibly have done something to this extent - especially if it were their Warchief. To fathom something so fierce struck her as odd.

Immediately her attentions were turned to those around her - Golka, and a few others were familiar by face and name, while others weren't necessarily fixed to her memory. For the time being her opinions were kept silent about the matter while she waited to hear what the gasps and eventual whispers might grow into.  

[- Mynsed -]

Separuh was excited to solve this mystery, no matter how simple it was. He was so intent on following the one clue that he didn’t notice the shadow swooping down. Not until said shadow landed on his back and had him rearing in surprise. Letting out a yelp at the feeling of talons, he frantically looked over his shoulder, ears flat… and saw a blue bird. He blinked before eyeing it suspiciously.

”I’m busy,” he told it, trying to keep the growl out of his voice. He caught the sight of a few lions walking some way with intent and did actually growl. They had found something that he didn’t. He had… well, he had this small distraction on his back. ”Can I help you?” he asked, barely veiled annoyance lacing his voice.
 

[viatorai]

EKKO HAS SEEN A THING AND FRANTICALLY FLAPS AND CHIRPS AND....FLAP FLAP SQUAWK FLAP.

she doesn't poop though. don't worry buddy.  

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Anyone who joined, bird, lion, whelp, elder...none of them mattered right now. None of them mattered. None of it mattered. Golka's strength, Ahri'ok's determination, the Pride...

None of it mattered as much as he did. Ro'kuna would forsake the elements themselves, curse her ancestors, turn her back on everything she knew to be part of her life if it would mean she could have Garok back. If the blood would disappear, if she could see his form come over the horizon to assure everyone it was alright, that he was back, that the pride was whole again.

Still, she trembled in place. Even as the search party carried on without her, her paws would not move. The strong will she possessed wasn't enough to will her body to move. Terrified of what they may find ahead. Scared. Sad. Tired.

-editing-  

[Lightning Shadow X]

Between the confusion, the concern and the mutterings and grumbling amidst the Grunts, the new folk and the Goddess which still rumbled Golka's awareness slightly - she hadn't lost sight of the fact that her sister-in-law had drawn behind and chose to head back to her. Like hell she was leaving Ro back when they could've been finding Garok.

They would find him.

They had to.



Dammit all, Azrasha just sneered as they came to a stop and started to sniff and snort, peering briefly at the bird that landed on the hybrid with an indignant huff briefly before focusing on what news such keen little avian eyes had to see.