"Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men."

Remus • Male • General • 3 years • Forest ⇻ Beach
Mentions: OPEN

Sweet, salty air punched Remus's nose as he broke onto the serene beach, thick foliage leaving long streaks of disrupted fur along his sides. His paws sunk into the soft sand as soon as he put weight on them, covering them in pale grains. Blue water lapped against the beach, inviting seagulls to dip down and snatch small crustaceans from the active tides. The doberman's features showed no hint of a smile, but as he moved forward, trotting gracefully, his contentedness was obvious. A large boulder stood resilient at the north-west corner of the beach, prompting Remus to switch directions and plant himself firmly atop the boulder — leaving room for Romulus should he decide to join his brother. The male stood tall, his strong physique flexed. His pointed ears perched high upon his head, pointing forward at attention. But as he inhaled, a stern look crossed his handsome face. Cats. The smell of Iliad was carried faintly over the breeze, bringing with it a hunger that rumbled in the depths of his chest.

[ Romulus ]
Male • 3 Years • Doberman Pinscher • General
Location: Beach • Mentions: {D} Remus

Romulus exited the surrounding foliage beside his brother, sleek coat subtly ruffled from squeezing between bushes, thorns and pointed leaves caught in his pelt. Grunting with annoyance, his body gave a violent shake to free himself of the unwanted vegetation. It was clear he did not share Remus’ content. Had his cropped ears been capable of it they would have pulled back against his skull, the feeling of sand rising between his toes as he walked unappealing and bothersome. The strong scent of cat drifting toward him on the breeze brought a sneer to his face as he trailed after Remus, his body language making his poor mood quite obvious.

Pulling himself upward to take his place next to his brother atop the boulder, he stood with his near blind eye facing Remus and the other scanning the beach. Remus was the only dog he would trust near his visually impaired side, any other canine foolish enough to approach him rewarded by a fearsome snarl and snapping teeth. “How much time do you believe we should spend here before moving on?” He inquired gruffly, paws itching to keep moving forward despite the weariness pulling at his limbs, begging for rest. “I suppose we need to feed them first,” he muttered, motioning to their dogs spread out among the beach.

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[ Vulcan ]
Male • 4 Years • Borzoi • Soldier
Location: Beach • Mentions: {D} Victoria

Gentle waves lapped at Vulcan’s legs and chest, the water’s salty scent clinging to his pelt even as he waded back to shore, moving across the sand to rejoin his comrades. The sun warmed his back, quickly drying his soaked fur. He had hoped to catch some fish, but the ocean was far too vast. He would need to locate a tidepool. Finding and capturing prey would be easier among the rocks. The dogs rarely had a chance to fish, but it was lucky a trick he had picked up in his homeland that proved useful when the opportunity presented itself.

Deep brown eyes gazed across the beach, landing shortly after on one of the apprentices. Vulcan was aware the girl had violent tendencies, but she could hardly be blamed considering her backstory. Besides, such actions were often encouraged among this pack. The more vicious the dog the more they were celebrated it seemed. He waited to catch Victoria's eye, beckoning her closer with a sway of his long-furred taii. It was time she made some lasting connections within the pack outside of her own kin. "I'm going hunting," he declared once she had approached. "Would you like to learn how to fish?"

"Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men."

Remus • Male • General • 3 years • Forest ⇻ Beach
Mentions: OPEN

Remus's careful eyes followed his brother as he too broke through the thicket, shaking the burrs and wayward twigs from his fur. A smirk drew itself across the male's face as a scowl crossed Romulus's. So he smelled the felines too. He knew that the other male would want to head out as soon as possible, hungry for the cats' blood and the power of their territory. As well, it seemed, he did not enjoy the sand as much as his twin did. The taller canine carried himself slightly like a moping pup until he rounded the boulder and climbed beside Remus, his milky eye facing his twin. The smaller brother turned his face slightly as his sibling spoke, his dark brown eyes glancing toward Romulus. "A week would be best, I imagine," he murmured, "To allow for some leisure, but to make sure they don't to get too acquainted to this beach." Romulus's next comment forced a chuckle to bubble up from Remus's throat. "I suppose we do," he replied, standing and balancing nobly atop the boulder, "Can't have our soldier's starving, can we?" With a low bark, the doberman aimed to attract all ears toward himself. "Dogs!," he bellowed, "Assemble hunting parties immediately and find prey. We must eat."



"Blood alone moves the wheels of history."

Bona Dea • Female • Soldier • 3 years, 1 month • Forest ⇻ Beach ⇻ Forest
Mentions: Andromeda, Sancus

Following a ways behind the twins, Bona Dea moved at a leisurely pace, trotting gracefully through the thick foliage. Bothersome as ever, thorns raked along her pallid fur and created shallow trenches in its usual sleekness. Her tall, curved ears caught several irritating thorns, leaving faint scratches that marred the fragile fleshy pink of the skin. Finally, the pack broke onto a small beach, the sun beating down upon their backs. The previously smooth sand was soon littered in pawprints, many indistinguishable from each other now that they had been trampled over. Grumbling quietly to herself, the female squinted and turned her narrow head away from the bright light, shielding her sensitive blue eyes. As a cloud drifted carelessly in front of the blinding light, Bona Dea lifted her head and strolled across the beach, allowing her hips to swing minutely and her paws to fall in slow, graceful succession. She dipped her delicate paws into the water for a moment, only to find it chilly and uncomfortable and leave again. Just as she began plotting to strut promiscuously by the Generals — who, to her, were entertaining to watch in their failures — a shriek erupted from the thick forest, forcing the harlot's elegant head to snap in that direction and her ears to stand even straighter upon her skull. Without hesitation, Bona Dea struck up a quick trot and broke into the treeline, shade becoming a welcome relief as opposed to the violent sun that lurked on the beach. As she approached, the song of a successful hunt exploded through the air. The cream female couldn't help but quicken her pace, soon spying the caramel form of Andromeda, a fellow beauty. Across the way, another soldier's midnight form stood and appeared to just have spoken. "Oh dear," she purred, slinking from behind a tree into the space, "You know what they say: Two's company, three's a crowd. But it looks to me that your expert catch is just enough to feed a crowd, yes?"

Angerona | Female | Soldier | 2 Years | Dutch Shepherd
Mentions: Remus, Romulus [Both Indirectly]

A black-pelted, shadowy figure moved elegantly through the foliage by the side of the beach, carefully avoiding areas that were more sandy than others. Unlike many other of the dogs in the group, Angerona wasn't a big fan of this new, temporary territory. The openness made her uncomfortable, and the salty smell of the water invaded her senses. So that was why she tried to focus her attention on another, more subtle smell laced into the saline scent of the beach - cats. A rush of excitement ran through the fae as she thought of the upcoming battle with the felines. Being rather young compared to other soldiers, she hadn't been able to fight much yet, and she was eager to prove that she was a worthy opponent on the battlefield. She understood that Remus and Romulus definitely needed as much time as they could get to plan out their battle strategy, as recently they hadn't been doing very well, but she felt like a fight was a perfect distraction from her current issue. It had only been about a week since her father had ran off, and since then Angerona had been spending far too much time pacing around on her own, lost in her thoughts. Her gaze slowly moved over to Remus and Romulus. One look at Romulus and Angerona knew he felt like she did about the beach, and she couldn't help but let out a small huff of amusement. Remus, however, looked rather content with himself 'Even though he's the reason my father took off.' As soon as she realized what she had just thought, Angerona shook her head, 'No, my father abandoned the Trojans because he's a coward. I can't blame that on my Generals.' She shoved the intrusive thoughts out her her mind and padded closer to Remus as he called for the Soldiers to sort themselves into hunting parties.

With any luck, Angerona would be able to slip away unnoticed and not have to join a group. She didn't exactly mind the company of others, and if another dog asked her to join them she wouldn't say no, but she just preferred to hunt on her own. She was aware that it came with a few safety issues, but she was confident that she'd be able to find enough to feed herself on her own.

[ Romulus ]
Male • 3 Years • Doberman Pinscher • General
Location: Beach • Mentions: {D} Remus, Andromeda, Bona Dea, Sancus

A week. Romulus snorted, but didn’t disagree. Without Remus at his side he likely would have driven himself and their dogs into the ground by now. Once he was consumed by a task it was difficult to redirect that focus to other needs such as feeding or rest. In need of a distraction, he slipped from his perch to join the hunters, trudging across the sand, ignoring the protesting soreness of his aching paws and sore muscles.

He wasn’t about to go floundering around among the waves in search of seafood as he had seen some of the others doing, instead starting for the treeline. He had detected prey on the way to the beach, but ignored it at the time and the fresh scent of blood in the air signified a recent kill. His teeth bared, outraged one of his dogs had made a kill and not shared it with the rest of them. Romulus marched toward the death scent, peering through the trees until three of his soldiers were spotted. A rough bark exited his maw, letting them know they’d been caught.

He paused before entering the clearing, eyeing the carcass and gore staining Andromeda’s pelt red. His lip curled again, teeth glistening. "You have been most fortunate. Remus will be pleased to see your hard work," he snarled, the command and threat clear in his voice before turning his back on the trio. If they still thought it wise to keep that kill to themselves after he had seen them he would be eager to dish out punishments when they returned to the beach without it. The two females especially could use a reminder of who was in charge.

The shade of the forest was a welcome reprieve from the beach, relieved to feel solid earth beneath his paws again. His mood improved the more distance he put between himself and the scent of salt water. His stomach cramped with hunger and he realized for the first time since arriving how hungry he was. “Perhaps a break was in order,” he muttered grudgingly.

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[ Vulcan ]
Male • 4 Years • Borzoi • Soldier
Location: Beach • Mentions: {D} Victoria

Vulcan’s ears perked, his attention turning to the generals briefly as an order to hunt was given. ’Two steps ahead of you Remus,’ he thought in mild amusement, returning his attention to Victoria, pleased to find the young dog had accepted his invitation. “Splendid. Let’s be off then." He moved back to the shoreline, close enough that the waves lapped at his white paws. “We’re looking for a tidepool,” he explained,

"It'll be easier to catch fish in a smaller space compared to the endless lake. We might have a bit of a walk ahead of us." Vulcan led Victoria well away from the pack, the other dogs soon blurs in the distance. He gazed at the apprentice calmly, searching her face for any sign of unease or hostility. She hadn't been with the pack long enough to know they could be trusted yet and he hoped to dispel her worries if there were any to be found.

At last a rocky formation branching out from the ocean caught his attention and his pace quickened, leaving the sand behind for rough stone. "Careful now, it's slippery," he warned before creeping to the edge of a wide pool caught between the rocks,

Angerona | Female | Soldier | 2 Years | Dutch Shepherd
Mentions: Diana [Directly]

Hearing her name being called out, Angerona turned her head with a slight scowl on her muzzle. However, her expression softened slightly when she recognized the smaller dog that was speeding towards her. Diana was only a couple of months younger than her, and the two had gone on some training sessions together. Though she found her a bit hyper, the few times the two had interacted Angerona had actually found her company rather enjoyable. So if she had to go hunting with anyone, she would like it to be Diana. Besides, it would be nice not to have an older dog along with her, because even though she was a soldier now, she was still often treated like one because of her age. "No, I don't mind at all." She replied, smiling down at the other female, "Come, let's go before one of the other soldiers try to tag along." She had a bit of a mischievous glint in her eyes as she spoke, reminding herself of her times as an apprentice where she'd try to sneak out to go hunting on her own. She quickly began to pad towards the forest, anxious to get away from the openness and salty scent of the beach, only looking back momentarily to make sure Diana was following.