Failing to Hunt [Atticus]

[jayce adina jett]

What was it about being outside that made Jayce feel so free? Made her forget? Being at one with nature made the wolf happy. If that was even possible. Her ears pricked, moving slighty so they could catch the faint sounds of birdsong. It came from a tree, about half a mile southwest of where she was standing. Such a beautiful sound. The soft melodic tune was enough to make Jayce just stop in her tracks and listen.

How easy life must be to be a bird. You could just fly away in an instant if anything happened. Escaping was easy when you had wings. But. Thinking as she was. It would only make the wolf think of him. Theron. How they were unable to escape. Well. How he was unable to escape. She shook her head. No. She took this walk to try and forget about her brother. If only for a little while. Her feet began to move again. Her ears twitched as they heard wings. The sound of a flutter. The bird had finished their song and was now soaring into the sky. If she looked up, she could just about see him. Flying. Being free.

Turning sharply, the young wolf jumped over a fence into a field. Overgrown grass coming up to the small wolf's shoulders. She continued her walk through the long grass. Ears still twitching. Picking up the most minute of sounds. A vibration was under her feet. Her pads sensing it. Lowering her head, she sniffed at the ground. Rabbit. Giving way to her instincts, she began to follow the movements of the creature under her feet.

It was during the hunt that she felt the most free. Her mind didn't think. The wolf took over. Everything was purely instinctive. Her ears now forward, she waited. Pausing. The rabbit poked its head out of the ground. Now, she had to be careful. If she ran to soon, it would dart back underground. She waited. It took a few hops forward. Away from the rabbithole. Now was her chance. She leapt forward. The rabbit's ears caught sound of the wolf. It began to run also. She chased. Her legs were not all that long but she'd managed to get close before her prey had started to run. Taking a leap, her claws just scraped the back of the creature. She'd judged it wrong. The rabbit bounded away from its predator. It would most likely live to see another day.

Hanging her head, Jayce continued to walk. She was hungry. The girl hardly touched the food that was provided at the academy. For months now she'd lived of what she could kill. Sitting in a dining hall amongst so many teenagers filled the girl's heart with panic. She avoided it if she could. Often skipping the meals provided and instead hunting. Unfortunately today was not the wolf's luckiest day. She'd try to hunt later. Or, if she was desperate then she would go into that dining hall and she would eat normal food. But the students scared her. She'd much rather hunt.

She sat down. Her nose in the air, she tried to smell any potential prey. Alas, she could not. Instead of moving on as she would normally, the wolf decided to stay. Sitting in the long grass. Maybe, if she was patient enough then prey would come to her. She just needed to keep still. Which just so happened to be quite easy for the wolf. Her dark tail wrapped around her thigh, she sat motionless. The only movement came from her eyes and her ears. If she was lucky, she'd see a rustle in the grass. Surely she was owed a bit of luck?

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Ati!
Notes: Bless her, she failed.
Lyrics: All Fall Down by OneRepublic
Credit: Chloe!

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[atticus killian innominata]

Prank callers. Now, this werewolf didn’t mind messing around, having a little fun himself but why prank call a hospital? Getting an ambulance team sent out to some random location where there was no one that needed their help. Atticus wasn’t an overly aggressive werewolf but this did irritate him. A lot. At the location they’d been sent to- after realizing it was just a stupid ‘prank’ that wasn’t funny at all- Atticus had snarled with annoyance. Why? Because a paramedic’s time wasn’t something that should be wasted. Someone’s life could be on the line but he couldn’t give them aide because he was sent in response to a Prank. Call.

Even after his shift ended it seemed the ‘prank’ had left him in a bad mood and usually, Atticus didn’t let small things like that affect him especially with the full moon more than a couple of weeks away but god, sometimes people just…well, pissed him off.
Atticus wasn’t sure where he was going but apparently it wasn’t home because his feet were taking him in the opposite direction. He just wandered down the streets of Northvale, ignoring the feeling of a cage being rattled inside of him and the bubble of anger that accompanied it. Anger. Anger always seemed to make his inner werewolf want to be let out and rip into something- preferably flesh. Anger was always the emotion that was most dangerous with Atticus which was why he had learnt to manage it, reign it in and keep it under control which he was good at doing most of the time.

The Innominata shook his head to try and shake the thoughts that weren’t currently helping how he felt and it was only then did he seem notice that he had been walking further and further away from the city centre and was now in the outer area of Northvale outside an old run down farm that seemed to have been seized by nature. It was fairly quiet here (in comparison to the city anyway) and still feeling like he needed to get the restless feeling out of him, he shifted into his charcoal furred wolf.
Atticus slowly and quietly walked across the desolate farm’s grounds and strangely enough, he wasn’t paying full attention to his senses. He had emptied his mind of all thoughts. So when he entered an area of the grounds that was ruled by overgrown grass and from the other side of the field a black form caught his eye, he wasn’t exactly startled or taken off guard- because seemed his senses although they weren’t in the foreground of his mind had been aware- he was still surprised.
Another werewolf.
He picked up her scent then and paused. Another teenager. Fifteen years old- a pup. Another academy student? A pureblood. Atticus watched the young female- her eyes were trained on something. Her instincts were locked onto something and there was a hunger in her jade green eyes. Before he even spotted it, Atticus caught the scent of the wild rabbit that was lingering by its rabbithole. The rabbit was not a kill that would be able to satiate his own hunger if he were hungry…but by the size of the smaller younger it seemed like a good size for one meal.

There was always something he enjoyed about watching other’s hunt. He liked to see the different techniques some used. Their hunting styles, the way the moved, anticipated and judged the moves of their prey.
As the rabbit hopped away from the entrance of its burrow she took her chance, of which Atticus was unsure of. It was too soon, she hadn’t paused to study the creature. The way it moved, it’s escape routes. The possible outcomes. She hadn’t envisioned the kill itself. All she saw was the prey, an opportunity and so she chased…it was definitely not how he would’ve gone about it but, still, she could still catch the rabbit if she timed herself right.
Damn it.
She hadn’t timed it correctly. She pounced too soon and it just escaped. God, he was feeling frustrated himself just by watching the miss and the wolf inside of him was going mad with the want to go after the rabbit itself and take it down.

The pup’s head hung down then as she walked off. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly as he looked at her. Was she really that hungry? Poor girl. When she sat down and lifted her nose to the air he thought maybe she’d pick up on his scent but she didn’t. Instead she just sat there, quietly, her tail wrapping around her thigh the last movement she made other than her eyes scanning the overgrown grass.
Okay. This. This was just…he wasn’t sure. Hard to watch?
Atticus decided to finally move again and the large wolf walked towards the much smaller wolf
“You were too quick to chase and a split second too late with your pounce.” He spoke mentally to her in a way werewolves could only do with other canines.
Atticus paused a few feet from her “The annoying thing is that you almost had it...”

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✜Tagged: Jayce!
✜Words: 864
✜Notes: n'aaaw jaaaayceee
✜Song Credit: "Survival" by Muse
Coding by Toffoes~

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[jayce adina jett]

Jayce really didn't know what to do. Hunting was a challenge for her. It was something that Theron hadn't taught her. Her method of hunting was to lose herself. To give over to the wolf inside her. Trusting her instincts. It worked sometimes. It had gotten her through the last couple of months being on her own. Of course, being small helped. She did not need to make the bigger kills. Her eyes continued to dart around the landscape. The serenity of the place calmed her. Normally she would grow irritated at not having made a kill - especially when she was hungry - but this place was too peaceful to ruin it by anger.

There was something in the air. A scent that she had not noticed before. She was briefly confused to how she had not sensed this other presence before. Was her mind really that focused on the hunt that she had not registered this new scent? It was another werewolf. Fear shot through her like a lightning bolt. Her ears flicked as she heard the sound of the grass rustling. Then, she turned her head. She saw the great, black wolf. He was large, muscular and older than she was.

Instantly, her ears flattened, turning to the side in a submissive gesture. Lowering her body, she tucked her tail under her body. Her head bowed down, avoiding eye contact with the large, dark wolf. She prayed that her submissive behavior would be enough so he would not harm her. Although he did not appear to be agressive, she was still wary. Her brother had always told her to never show dominance toward an older wolf. The fight was not worth it.

He talked to her. Telling her of her mistakes in the hunt. As her eyes raised to meet his she studied his body language. He looked relaxed. At ease. He didn't look like he wanted to hurt her. Finally, she settled. Though, her head dropped at his next words. Almost had it. Almost. She knew that. She had felt her claws scrape the rabbit's fur. "Yes" she told him, somehow finding it easier to communicate in wolf form than her human. There was no stutter. Not as many nerves. "It's not the first time I've failed in a hunt. You get used to it". She sat once again. The werewolf by her still larger. She was still slightly scared of him - who wouldn't be? But. She was calming, slowly.

Her mind began to wander, thoughts on the new wolf who was now in her presence. She wondered who he was. He looked strong - was he an alpha? But what alpha wandered around without a pack, talking to a random lone wolf on the way they hunted? The only was she was going to get information was by exchanging. "My name is Jayce. Jayce Jett" she told this new wolf. A name was always a good start.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Ati!
Notes: Scaredy cat - even though she's a wolf xD
Lyrics: All Fall Down by OneRepublic
Credit: Chloe!

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[atticus killian innominata]

Jett. The name rang throughout his mind. Jett was now an extinct pack thanks to the war. Though, their last known pack member had been a she-wolf that was infamous during the race war. Filomene was her name and she was known for her fierce brutality when fighting against the enemy. She held no pity or mercy for anyone and for it, she had helped successfully secure wins in some of the largest battles.
It was all before Ati’s time though. He had never met the she-wolf. Apparently, she went mad. Lost her mind. Though, according to others she died in battle. But he wasn’t sure about any of the whispers. Rumours could never be entirely trusted after all. However, he did find it curious that this young wolf shared the name. Perhaps there were whispers out there too about Filomene having a child but Atticus hadn’t heard any.

"Atticus" The wolf paused.
“Innominata.” He added to his introduction a second later and it was almost strange to him how easy the word was now to speak as his own name. A part of him wondered if the young wolf would immediately start to show more confidence just over hearing the word but then again, she had instantly shown submission when he approached- of which, his inner wolf approved of.
Maybe the title he now held would just scare her more? Many thought it best not to cross an Innominata, a few feared the thought. Innominata’s were kicked out of their packs for committing a pack crime and in the majority of the cases that often was killing a member of their own pack in way that was deemed too brutal or dishonorable. It was the reason why Innominata rarely received respect from their own kind ever again.

Atticus remembered a time when he was well-respected among many. He was a skilled and successful soldier during the race war from a young age and if he were to be honest with himself, it made him more arrogant. Prideful.
It was almost funny how hard it was too climb to the top, yet how easy it was to fall. It was a bitter tasting joke.
Now to think of it though, Atticus supposed despite being respected and loved within his pack…it was only really for his achievements. His family in particular…he hardly had much familial feelings towards them and hardly felt any returned. He had convinced himself otherwise during the time but looking back he’d find those claims hollow.
Becoming a lone wolf had been good for him. It seemed, it’s what fit and suited him most. It was so easy to adjust to that it had almost scared him at first but then he had realized; he kind of always was an outcast beneath it all. The former youngest Castillo to some would always be that little runt that’d struggle to breathe with exposed to cat fur.
Atticus just wished that his departure from his pack was on his own terms. That maybe he could’ve kept his name because there was nothing to be proud of being deemed Innominata. A no name who had committed a pack crime. Killing a member of his own pack on ‘unjust’ terms- what was even worse? It wasn’t unjust terms but because they hadn’t seen it, they assumed the worst. They wanted someone to lay the blame on. Maybe some had even been waiting for a reason to nail Atticus to the cross and him killing his brother- under whatever circumstance- that had been enough for them. It was a grim and too damn depressing thought for him to want to linger on for much longer so with another internal shake of his head, he cleared his mind of the train of though.

“Jett…I’ve heard the name before. Though, I wasn’t aware there were any living Jetts.” He looked at her as she sat there, she was so small and even though he was sure it wasn’t the case (apart from maybe in comparison to himself) she looked so fragile.
When he had heard she had failed a hunt on multiple occasions he found it quite sad, but more than anything he did think she should perhaps try and correct it. Learn properly…but wasn’t that the job of the werewolf teacher or whatever the position was called at the academy? A very low, barely audible grumble came from Ati’s chest revealing the slight annoyance that the young wolf had not been taught so. Every wolf should be taught how to hunt properly in case they needed it for survival, in Ati’s opinion.
“I’m assuming you’re a student at the academy, yes?” He asked.
“Don’t they feed you there?” Atticus added. He knew the answer. Of course they fed her but, it should’ve been obvious to Jayce that what he really meant by his question was, why was she hungry? She had no reason to be but- quite clearly- she was.
“Also. Isn’t their a teacher there teaching the werewolf students how to hunt?”

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✜Tagged: Jayce!
✜Words: 839
✜Notes: Feels a bit rambly...but :3
✜Song Credit: "Survival" by Muse
Coding by Toffoes~

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[jayce adina jett]

Innominata. A wolf with no name. No pack. No home. To become an innominata one must commit a pack crime. Jayce remembered Theron shouting that one word at their mother. The constant battling was enough to kick her out of their pack. But it had never been a pack. Not really. Filomene had been insane and Jayce so young. Theron may have tried to be an alpha but it had been to no avail. They had never been able to control their mother. The pack laws were just words to her. Something that meant absolutely nothing.

Upon hearing that the wolf in front of her was an innominata? Jayce felt curiousity. She'd never met a no name before in her short life. She wondered what he had done. What had been so bad that his pack had stripped his name from him. These thoughts that pondered her mind stopped her from feeling terror toward the wolf. She was not thinking of the dangers of the innominatas. Theron had wanted to kick out Filomene for the she-wolf's desire to kill one of them. Pack crimes were severe. This wolf in front of her could have done something so wrong. He could be a danger. Insane, just like her mother, and he could kill her. But Jayce didn't think like that. Perhaps that was her downfall. Instead all she wondered who he was before they tore away his name.

Never would she question the wolf on it. That just seemed too personal. Not something you'd tell a young, fifteen year old that you had only just met. "It's nice to meet you, Atticus" she told him. It wasn't the entire truth. She was scared of this wolf. Jayce would have been a lot more at ease if he had never come over to see her. However, he had come over to see her. So she must be polite to him. It was only fair. The innominata taking time out of his day to talk to a pup. Yes. It was only fair that she would be polite to him. Even how much he scared her.

Instantly, her eyes met his when he told her of hearing the Jett name before. Living Jetts. Yes. Not a lot of people were aware she existed. They knew of Filomene. But no one really knew she had ever been born. Or Theron. Though. He was not a 'living Jett' anymore. "Filomene, I'm guessing you have heard of her, had two children. I was one of them. The youngest" she told him "My older brother, Theron.. He.. Died earlier on this year". It pained her to say that. But. It was something she had to learn to admit.

Jayce gave a slight nod at his question but her head soon hung again at the following statement. She tried to phrase her words right. So she wouldn't sound pathetic. "I don't like the hustle and bustle of the academy. I don't like crowds. Makes me feel trapped. I guess you could say I'm claustraphobic. The dining hall.. It's a nightmare" she told him. She shuddered even at the thought of having to go into that dining hall. With the constant chatter of students and the fact they were always moving.. Jayce hated it.

A soft sigh left her lips "I've only just recently become a student and, well, it's getting near the end for summer now. Teachers tend to slack at the end of the year" she spoke. Jayce did not feel anger toward her teachers. It wasn't their fault. They made lessons less serious, more fun at the end of the year due to the rest of the class having worked so hard for the rest of it. She'd just arrived at the wrong time. Next year she'd be able to learn to hunt. That way when her schooling ended she could go back to living in her wolf form. Constantly roaming. It's what she did best.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Ati!
Notes: Betcha mine's more rambly xD
Lyrics: All Fall Down by OneRepublic
Credit: Chloe!

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