Grair'far
Li'canna
Played by Mushroom
2 YRS 8 MO
16 INCH 23 LBS
Posts: 9
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Post by Eliri'kuruk on Jun 8, 2023 19:38:21 GMT
Eliri'KurukTAGS TAGS TAGS - THE MOTIVATED - Having been woken a few moments ago by the rising sun's light peeking through the manor's windows. It already seemed Eliri was at their usual energy level. Stepping over the pile of his still-sleeping clan mates as he tried to wake them.
"Up! Up! Up! We have a full day ahead!"
Gently prodding at the bellies and snouts of their clan mates before stepping fully out of the circle to stand by the doorway. Staring down impatiently at them as he waited for them to get up. He already had quite a few things in mind for today. And he didn't want their clans' drowsiness getting in the way. Maybe an early morning hunt for breakfast? Get their blood pumping and their minds sharp. Or maybe he could choose something a bit more playful? A race downstairs sounds enjoyable. Well. For them at least. He was sure quite a few of his clan mates would disagree. word count, notes, n stuff
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2023 5:13:40 GMT
The blinding light of the suns rays had yet to peek through the glass windows of the manor, though the area did not harbor the chill of early morning. Surrounded by friends and family, Jama'afu found a comfortable warmth sleeping piled among their bodies. Her nights as of late had been dreamless. Though some may have found this to be disturbing - had it been them who lacked in the sleeping stories of the mind - Jama found additional comfort in it. Her dreams had been, for as long as she could remember, nothing but horrid nightmares of memories past. Crying puppies, needles, and aching pain. The only solace from the nightly terrors had come in the form of nightmares of the earth splitting beneath her. Sometimes her friends and family would be swallowed up by the gaping hole where once there were fields and forests, sometimes she would find herself entirely alone with no one to rescue her. But these did not occur the previous night as her mind remained blank.
Staring through half-open eyes, her dark gaze darted back and forth only giving the illusion of consciousness. In reality, however, Jama was still in a deep sleep. The announcement of one of her fellow clan mates did little to stir her from her solid slumber. A large, red coated ear flicked at the sound, yet her jowls continued to hover in the rhythmic snore of a deep sleep.
Feeling a nudge at her upturned belly, she let out a grumble before turning her face away from the assaulting antagonist. The shifting of bodies beside her brought her back into the world of the living. Blinking away the sleep gunk from her groggy eyes she rolled over to place her feet beneath her. With a snort and a slow blink the world began to open up for her. It was a new day. With a small smile she nodded her head towards the canna who had been the source of the early morning commotion.
"Good morning, Li'Eliri'kuruk," she greeted, still finding it odd to refer to the young male as their chief. Something about him just left her feeling as if he lacked in the leadership skills department - yet he had never steered them wrong since taking charge after the escape from the shelter. Perhaps she was just getting too old to really see the younger generation as fit enough for leadership. Giving her full body a good stretch and a shake, she padded over to another of her sleeping clanmates, nudging them with her nose. A smile was worn across her tired features as she greeted the new day with a playful voice.
"You heard the chief, it's time to get up u'canna!"
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Grair'far
Ele'canna
Played by Collie
4 Years
29"/70 LBS
Posts: 3
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Post by Ru'e Ridna'kah Grair on Jun 13, 2023 3:17:44 GMT
"Good morning, Li'Eliri'kuruk. Jama'afu." A low-voiced, silhouette called out from its perch in a deep window ledge. Earlier one might not have noticed the shadowy shape peering through the glass at the breaking dawn outside, but now, as soft morning light began to filter through the dirty glass, the dark outline of a tall, slender canna was beginning to form. Ru'e Ridna'kah Grair stood and leapt gently down to the floor, weaving among her sleeping clanmates without attempting to force them into the waking world. There were already plenty of dogs taking that task upon themselves. The dark-furred borzoi had woken herself early partly in anticipation of her chief's routine morning call. Sleeping in was not an option in Grair'far Clan.
"Your orders, mali li'canna?" She said gently, allowing her long muzzle the subtlest of nods in a show of respect for the younger hound. There was skepticism abound regarding Eliri's leadership, yes, but Ru'e had no desire to join the whispers. Their new chief had removed them from a monotonous life and set them free. He'd found them a beautiful mansion to rule over without the hand of Man pointing them along. He had led their new clan rather successfully for the last four blinks. Ru'e was content to follow his command.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2023 3:38:25 GMT
At the sound of familiar voices conversing, the liver colored face burst up from the floor. His brown gaze met those of his fully awake or still-stirring clan mates. With a wide-mouthed yawn ending in a curling of his salmon tongue, he rose to his feet. His mind was focused solely on his one task, a daily repetitious quirk that others had come to expect from him. With his four paws solid beneath him he began to address his companions one by one, starting with their chief.
"Mornin' Li'Eliri'kuruk," he started. A paw raised as he leaned his body forward towards the direction of the clan's leader as if pointing directly to him. His brown eyes focused on the target of his greeting. Only to the chief would he break this stance - albeit only slightly - with a brief nod of his head shown in respect. Mukha'mufar was entirely oblivious to any of his fellow canna's feelings towards their chief. For he only required someone to follow and Eliri had granted him that ability.
Moving on, he greeted each of his fellow Grair'far members in turn. "Mornin' Jama," stated with a point towards the redbone. "Mornin' Ru'e," pointing towards the dark furred borzoi. And on and on to his sleeping companions.
Once his morning ritual was complete he waltzed up to their chief with a happy bounce in his step and a wag of his lanky tail. Ru'e had inquired on Eliri's daily orders, but Mukha'mufar felt the need to follow up with her question. "What's the plan?" he asked as a hound underneath his feet let out a groan from being accidentally stomped on by the blatant pointer.
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Grair'far
Li'canna
Played by Mushroom
2 YRS 8 MO
16 INCH 23 LBS
Posts: 9
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Post by Eliri'kuruk on Jun 13, 2023 4:05:18 GMT
Eliri'KurukTAGS TAGS TAGS - THE MOTIVATED - With a pip in his step he watched as the canna around him finally rose. Greeting them with a small yip as they were welcomed into the world of the waking. His tail wagged slightly as Jama approached.
“Good Morning to you as well, Jama’afu.” It felt proper to address the dog by her full name for some reason. And it wasn’t that much of a mouthful anyway.
He greeted the hound, accompanied by a slight nod of his head. While the dog was a few years his senior. And he knew was still wary of his skills as a leader. One day they hoped to fully earn her trust and respect. But for now it could just linger. At least she was polite about it.
As the last of his small ranks rose from their slumber. His brow rose slightly in surprise at seeing the graceful borzoi emerge from the windowsill. Having simply assumed she had either slunk away earlier or was sleeping somewhere else in the manor. They had a bit of a hard time understanding the hound sometimes. And found her hard to read. Ru'e was a competent canna. And he trusted her all the same.
Feeling tail wag slightly at the title. All these blinks and he was still getting used to his. But the title did feel just right. While the position of Li’canna weighs heavy on all that are crowned with it. To Eliri, leading a clan was the greatest joy in his life. And one he treasured deeply. And certainly, something that he didn’t take for granted.
Letting out an amused snort as Mukha sprang to life. He gave the canna- as he had Jama- a nod of his head. Watching him carry out one of the pointers' many quirks. Which in all honesty he found very endearing. In general the Mukha was a bit silly to him- he couldn’t say he didn’t respect him. He respected every dog in his clan. And the canna was a hell of a hunter. But they just found him a bit..silly?
Turning his attention outward when the dog spoke. He pondered for a moment. Before wincing in sympathy for the poor hound beneath him.
“Ah- be more diligent Mukha- and watch your paws! You're gonna squeeze the air out of that poor canna.” It was a command. But the order did have a bit of humor in it.
“Plans? Well. I want you fully awake by the time I’m downstairs and ready for our first hunt of the day." Suddenly, a mischievous expression overtook the canna's face.
"In fact..Raceyoudown!”
With that he sped off, nearly flinging himself down the decaying wooden stairs. Only to land with a small thump a few steps down. Then taking off again with a delighted bark. word count, notes, n stuff
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2023 19:28:00 GMT
Always the motherly sort, Jama found herself nudging the canna who had been stepped on by the boisterous pointer, urging them to get up and start the day with the rest of them. Unlike the pointer, she did not find it necessary to reiterate questions that need be answered only once. Instead she opted to wait for their chief's orders - outside of "don't step on your clan mates." She nodded as Li'Eliri requested that all Grair'far canna be awake by the time he was ready for the first hunt of the day. A little smile pulled at her lips. The order was nearly impossible to complete as it seemed the chief - as well as most other canna in the clan - were always ready for any number of hunts throughout the day. Heck, the hounds could track down and tear apart a zelfa and immediately be ready for the next hunt while the lout still twitched and drew ragged breaths.
At his next statement she couldn't manage to stifle the chuckle that flew from her lips in small, short bubbles of air as she watched the chief bolt off down the stairs with a few of their numbers taking only a moment to catch their bearings before taking off at his heels. If there was anything that Li'Eliri didn't lack it was spirit and charisma. Perhaps having a Li'canna was not so bad as he understood their needs better than any Li'grimm would.
Living under canna rule, Jama never experienced being kenneled or shooed away from a kill like she had living with humans. While there was far more chaos than she was used to, it was not a complete chaos. There was order. Eliri had a great sense to keep all canna living within the Grair'far happy, and that was enough for her. Part of her wondered if she would have been happier with this life in her younger years than she had been at the hands of man. There was certainly more freedom in this current life, that was for sure.
With a wide grin she started towards the wooden steps. She was too old for a race down some steps and bumping into her fellow canna on the way down, though she found joy in the gang's fun in the early morning shenanigans. Nope, she would opt to wait for the bulk of them to take off and then follow at her own leisure. This, of course, was different when it came to being outside in the hunting groups where she - like nearly all other Grair'far canna - would bumble and fight to make it to the front of the pack.
Glancing around she noted the few lazy canna that still lay about on the floor, snoring and grunting. "Alright u'canna, best to get a move on 'less Li'Eliri'kuruk set the hunt on you!" she stated with a chuckle as she made her way down the stairs.
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Grair'far
Ele'canna
Played by Collie
4 Years
29"/70 LBS
Posts: 3
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Post by Ru'e Ridna'kah Grair on Jun 21, 2023 4:22:56 GMT
One by one Ru'e's companions began to rise around her in the half-light. Each were again greeted with a slight tip of her slender muzzle or a murmur of acknowledgement, yet her ears remained up for the chief, as he had not yet answered her question. And then, ah! There it was. They would be hunting today, but the order came with a side-quest, coupled with that mischievous grin that the borzoi recognized so well. It was time to go.
Without a word or even an answering smile, she breezed right down the stairs behind Eliri, brushing past a few other canna that were also clomping eagerly down the stairs. Before long the slender sighthound had caught up to the chief and found herself running shoulder-to-shoulder with him, not with a desire to win, but simply to race free with the rest of these wild dogs. She might not have been the type to yip and howl and bay like her clanmates were doing as they tried to catch up, but she still enjoyed stretching her long, feathered legs out and answering her breed's instinctive call to run.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2023 15:23:40 GMT
High pitched wheezing like the air being let slowly out of a balloon filled the pointer's ears as he focused his attention on his chief. Squeeze the air out of...? He tilted his head before dropping his dark muzzle to look downward and noting the canna who remained beneath his front paws. With a sheepish grin he bounced back. Ears pinned back and wearing an apologetic smile he lifted a front paw and pointed to his fellow Grair'far member. With his nose in their face he let out a sincere yet boisterous, "Sorry friend!"
He had missed the next part of Li'Eliri's order but suddenly the canna had darted past him towards the stairs. Looking both this way and that at the flood of canna who followed in his wake, Mukha'mufar scrambled to join into the fray. Almost beginning his advancement with a few strides in place - not finding his grip on the mansion's floor with his claws - once his paw pads met the ground he was off like a rocket, leaping and bounding past, around, and over his fellow clan mates. A wide smile was worn across his face as he battled with his friends to make it to the front of the pack. At one point he swore he must have been standing on the backs of two other canna for a moment before leaping back into the small wave of dogs. His tail wagged as he caught up to the recognizable, flowing dark fur of the borzoi, Rue'e. She always seemed able to make it close up to the front with her long legs and elegant gait.
Pink tongue lolling from his liver colored muzzle, Mukha'mufar paid no attention to the fact that if they should come to an abrupt stop he would surely topple over the leaders of the assault towards the ground floor while simultaneously being trampled, himself.
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Grair'Far
Ele'canna
Played by Wrennie
2 years 3 months
15" | 62 lbs
Posts: 4
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Post by Narr'Mukha on Jul 7, 2023 7:44:56 GMT
Everyone had started stirring already, early morning barks mingling with the first rays of the sun. Ears parallel with the floor, splayed out behind her head, caught the sounds of the chief and many other, much taller, much more eager, ele'canna. Her nose, pointed at the ceiling, would have started to sniff out scents on the breeze had it not been in the middle of a snore more akin to a bimori than a basset hound. The wrinkles on her face cooperated well with gravity, pulling them over her eyes like a sleep mask so she could enjoy the last dregs of sleep as she lay on her back, stumpy legs suspended midair lazily.
That is, until the paw of a pointer squeezed the last snore out of her like a whoopie cushion. Her eyes snapped open (unsuccessfully thanks to her floppy face) and a pained grunt left her as she rolled onto her side when the pressure lifted. Mukha'mufar's morning breath pointed quite literally right in her face as he barked an apology was the final nail in the coffin. She was awake. Luckily it was just in time to hear that Li'Eliri wanted everyone to be raring to go by the time they got downstairs. Unluckily for Eliri, Narr was not one to rush. Each leg got it's own stretch as paws thundered past her down the stairs. Getting up them for their night of sleep was enough of a task to warrant an hour of sleep for each step! Alas, Grair'far did not see it that way.
She almost contemplated rolling down the stairs like a log. Almost. With the rush of everyone else far too happy and awake so early in the day, Narr could take her time. Each step was a theatrical sight of short legs trying not to step on ears while her but stuck up far over her head. The grimm just couldn't have made this a simple ramp, could they? When she finally made it to the bottom, sleep-crusted eyes turned towards the chief. She knew she had to at least follow along to stay within the clan, but why oh why did it have to be so darn early?
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