Path of the Pack Hunter

An IC Journal of Zekoa, a troll hunter. And anything else IC related.

[jaubaius]

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[minstrelofmyths]

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Kor’akk

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[minstrelofmyths]

Zekoa in Feralas ( Happy belated birthday ) Gift art for Tribes.

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Black Wolf - Roman Kargapolov

[windrunnerspire]

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[minstrelofmyths]

I just found a screen shot of Kor’akk that made me laugh too much. It was during a Rp battle skit with Zekoa, and Tase’laz in Zul’drak.  

[packhunterzekoa]

First meeting {Sentence Starters}

"Pretty quiet place, isn't it?"

"Can I pet your dog?"

"I love your ____! Where did you get it?"

"Didn't know anybody else was here."

"Sorry, is this seat taken?"

"You haven't seen this ____ anywhere, have you?"

"Wow, this line's really long isn't it?"

"So, you come here often?"

"Yeah, can I help you with something?"

"What do you usually order when you come here?"

"So- weather's pretty nice."

"I'm so sorry! I didn't see you!"

"Don't suppose you know where to get a great meal around here?"

"Can you tell me how to get to ____?"

"Mind if I share your umbrella for a minute?"

"Hi! I just need you to pretend like you know me!"

"You need directions or something?"

"This seat's open!"

"Haven't seen you around. Need something?"

"Um, hi. How long have you been standing there?"

"Don't ask, just run!"

[packhunterzekoa]

(Sexual Sunday! Though I'm sure this doesn't have to be sexual) "What's your favorite part on Kor'akk?"

Smirks as he heard the question from Fah’kiri. He taking a moment to think on the best possible answer. Taking in a lungful of air as he sat lowered down to a crouch before leaning his back against the trunk of the tree to get comfortable.

“Dere so many ways I can answer dis..and I’m really tryin’ to choose on what to say. Though a wonder to ya’ reason behind askin’ dis question..” He waggled his brows toward her before he chuckled in amusement.

“Dere isn’t a part o’Kor’akk dat I don’ dislike….intimately as well as affectionately. Tha’ way ‘e looks at me wit’ dem big ol’bright eyes o’his. Dem lips dat hold up tha’ smile dat brightens me day but also, be a good turn on ta’ bite when kissin’.” He grinned wolfishly. 

“I could go on wit’ tha’ list…but I’d ‘ave to say me favorite part on Kor’akk is what ‘e emotionally has a ‘ard time wit’. A physical injury dat will remain upon ‘im for all ‘is life….and dat mark dat ‘e isn’t so proud of…..I actually adore. I know of tha’ story behind it but..” Lifting a hand to gesture to his own body which is riddled in different scarring beneath the light layer of fur. A touch to his own tattered ear as he thought on where he was going with his words.

“Dere be strength, a story of over comin’ tha’ steepest of obstacles. Little at a time am I ‘elpin’ Kor’akk see, dere is admiration even in tha’ t’ings dat we do not see for ourselves as attractive. After all..love isn’t about jus’ lovin’ one aspect of your mate. It’s lovin’ ev’ryt’ing, faults, weaknesses, shame….to love dat just as much as ya’ love ya’ mates strength, warm ‘earted and givin’ nature, all tha’ good t’ings dat ‘eld an attraction. ‘E may not favor ‘is injury to well, but at least ‘e knows someone does….and dat’s me. And I believe it ‘elps ‘im live wit’ it more easier den ‘e has in a very long time. So I t’ink….dat answers your question.” His smile held fondness as well as his voice as he spoke of Kor’akk, pretty much smitten in his own way of words.

[fahkiri]

Fah’kiri held up her hands in surrender, smiling a bit sheepishly. True, she might’ve asked that question just to be a pest in earlier days, but her reasoning this time wasn’t nearly so poor.

“I ask simply to hear the truth. Last I was among people, there was far too much talk of mates falling out, of splits and anger and hatred. I’m still not inclined to be searching for a mate of my own, but it is good to hear another proclaim how happy he is with his. I am glad to hear that your and Kor’akk’s bond is still strong.”

[packhunterzekoa]

Smiled lightly toward her. “Ya’ won’t ‘ave to worry of eitha’ of us ‘avin’ a fall out. We been togetha’ for dis long and many more years ta’ come, loa grant us to get grey and old togetha’.” He chuckled. Knowing that he and Kor’akk do travel to dangerous parts of lands to lend their aid where it is needed.

“As for you…..ya’ know. I wasn’t even lookin’ for a mate…and den Kor’akk showed up. So….watch out cause life likes to throw surprises…but den again. Life wouldn’t toss you somet’ing dat you weren’t ready for…so…it’s all in time. When and if you do get a mate, I look forward to tell all tha’ fun stories to’em dat will embarrass you.”  He grinned mischievously to soon lift his hands up. “I kid…” His smile remained as he spoke on. “Nah really…I’ll be ‘appy for you.”

[fahkiri]

As soon as Zekoa starts making mention of Kiri finding a mate herself, she lets out a retching noise. Surely they’ve been through this before.

All the same, she snorts, smiling at him when he finishes. “I’m glad you have Kor’akk, but I’m still not looking for a mate. Last time I had anything even remotely-” Kiri frowned. Romantic wasn’t the right word (well in a way it was, but she sure didn’t want to use it) and ‘mushy’ wasn’t the right one either. “-anything around that sort of thing, it ended badly. Time before that, the boy kept trying to blindside me to make me say yes. I’m not interested in a mate. I don’t think that will change soon. But I am happy to see you and Kor’akk fitting together so well still.”

[packhunterzekoa]

Smirked when she began making the retched noise, he knew that was gonna come up the moment he spoke of it. But neither of them know the time or the hour when someone is tossed into your life and then your left wondering how in the loa they got there in the first place! He vouched to keep silent on his own past stories, he could relate with his own similar situation and where did that get him? Apparently Kor’akk that fell out of the sky one night and that’s just how the two got together. He nodded with a grunt. Taking in a breath he just relaxed leaning against the tree. “Anyway…was a interestin’ and random question. In which sounds to be dat ya’ sated by tha’ answer.” 

[packhunterzekoa]

(Sexual Sunday! Though I'm sure this doesn't have to be sexual) "What's your favorite part on Kor'akk?"

Smirks as he heard the question from Fah’kiri. He taking a moment to think on the best possible answer. Taking in a lungful of air as he sat lowered down to a crouch before leaning his back against the trunk of the tree to get comfortable.

“Dere so many ways I can answer dis..and I’m really tryin’ to choose on what to say. Though a wonder to ya’ reason behind askin’ dis question..” He waggled his brows toward her before he chuckled in amusement.

“Dere isn’t a part o’Kor’akk dat I don’ dislike….intimately as well as affectionately. Tha’ way ‘e looks at me wit’ dem big ol’bright eyes o’his. Dem lips dat hold up tha’ smile dat brightens me day but also, be a good turn on ta’ bite when kissin’.” He grinned wolfishly. 

“I could go on wit’ tha’ list…but I’d ‘ave to say me favorite part on Kor’akk is what ‘e emotionally has a ‘ard time wit’. A physical injury dat will remain upon ‘im for all ‘is life….and dat mark dat ‘e isn’t so proud of…..I actually adore. I know of tha’ story behind it but..” Lifting a hand to gesture to his own body which is riddled in different scarring beneath the light layer of fur. A touch to his own tattered ear as he thought on where he was going with his words.

“Dere be strength, a story of over comin’ tha’ steepest of obstacles. Little at a time am I ‘elpin’ Kor’akk see, dere is admiration even in tha’ t’ings dat we do not see for ourselves as attractive. After all..love isn’t about jus’ lovin’ one aspect of your mate. It’s lovin’ ev’ryt’ing, faults, weaknesses, shame….to love dat just as much as ya’ love ya’ mates strength, warm ‘earted and givin’ nature, all tha’ good t’ings dat ‘eld an attraction. ‘E may not favor ‘is injury to well, but at least ‘e knows someone does….and dat’s me. And I believe it ‘elps ‘im live wit’ it more easier den ‘e has in a very long time. So I t’ink….dat answers your question.” His smile held fondness as well as his voice as he spoke of Kor’akk, pretty much smitten in his own way of words.

[fahkiri]

Fah’kiri held up her hands in surrender, smiling a bit sheepishly. True, she might’ve asked that question jut to be a pest in earlier days, but her reasoning this time wasn’t nearly so poor.

“I ask simply to hear the truth. Last I was among people, there was far too much talk of mates falling out, of splits and anger and hatred. I’m still not inclined to be searching for a mate of my own, but it is good to hear another proclaim how happy he is with his. I am glad to hear that your and Kor’akk’s bond is still strong.”

[packhunterzekoa]

Smiled lightly toward her. “Ya’ won’t ‘ave to worry of eitha’ of us ‘avin’ a fall out. We been togetha’ for dis long and many more years ta’ come, loa grant us to get grey and old togetha’.” He chuckled. Knowing that he and Kor’akk do travel to dangerous parts of lands to lend their aid where it is needed.

“As for you…..ya’ know. I wasn’t even lookin’ for a mate…and den Kor’akk showed up. So….watch out cause life likes to throw surprises…but den again. Life wouldn’t toss you somet’ing dat you weren’t ready for…so…it’s all in time. When and if you do get a mate, I look forward to tell all tha’ fun stories to’em dat will embarrass you.”  He grinned mischievously to soon lift his hands up. “I kid…” His smile remained as he spoke on. “Nah really…I’ll be ‘appy for you.”

[packhunterzekoa]

(Sexual Sunday! Though I'm sure this doesn't have to be sexual) "What's your favorite part on Kor'akk?"

Smirks as he heard the question from Fah’kiri. He taking a moment to think on the best possible answer. Taking in a lungful of air as he sat lowered down to a crouch before leaning his back against the trunk of the tree to get comfortable.

“Dere so many ways I can answer dis..and I’m really tryin’ to choose on what to say. Though a wonder to ya’ reason behind askin’ dis question..” He waggled his brows toward her before he chuckled in amusement.

“Dere isn’t a part o’Kor’akk dat I don’ dislike....intimately as well as affectionately. Tha’ way ‘e looks at me wit’ dem big ol’bright eyes o’his. Dem lips dat hold up tha’ smile dat brightens me day but also, be a good turn on ta’ bite when kissin’.” He grinned wolfishly. 

“I could go on wit’ tha’ list...but I’d ‘ave to say me favorite part on Kor’akk is what ‘e emotionally has a ‘ard time wit’. A physical injury dat will remain upon ‘im for all ‘is life....and dat mark dat ‘e isn’t so proud of.....I actually adore. I know of tha’ story behind it but..” Lifting a hand to gesture to his own body which is riddled in different scarring beneath the light layer of fur. A touch to his own tattered ear as he thought on where he was going with his words.

“Dere be strength, a story of over comin’ tha’ steepest of obstacles. Little at a time am I ‘elpin’ Kor’akk see, dere is admiration even in tha’ t’ings dat we do not see for ourselves as attractive. After all..love isn’t about jus’ lovin’ one aspect of your mate. It’s lovin’ ev’ryt’ing, faults, weaknesses, shame....to love dat just as much as ya’ love ya’ mates strength, warm ‘earted and givin’ nature, all tha’ good t’ings dat ‘eld an attraction. ‘E may not favor ‘is injury to well, but at least ‘e knows someone does....and dat’s me. And I believe it ‘elps ‘im live wit’ it more easier den ‘e has in a very long time. So I t’ink....dat answers your question.” His smile held fondness as well as his voice as he spoke of Kor’akk, pretty much smitten in his own way of words.

[tribeoftrolls]

"Aww, Zekoa it's been such a long time since I've seen you, let's see a smile then, ehn?"

Well that was a voice he has not heard in what feels like, forever. A lift of his brow as he looked for the source to only spot Fahkiri not to far off. He looked tired but he held a light smirk with amusement in his gaze. “‘Ey dere Kiri, ‘ow ‘ave you been? Feels like a dang dog’s age since I seen you around.” His smirk became a smile soon after.

[fahkiri]

The druid smiled, easily amused by his phrasing. “I’ve been. It has been awhile. How are you? How is Kor’akk?”

It had been a long time since they’d all seen each other and while there had been quite a few miscommunications and misstarts between them, she was happy to see the hunter. 

[packhunterzekoa]

“We been well, as is Shani.” He motioned his tusks to a direction, in a not so far distance a youth tuskling was entertaining himself with dirt, a stick and one of his stuffed doll. Shani was creating a dirt pile in his own imagination it could be a fort or something else entirely.  “T’ings been rather quiet, at least for us.“

He shrugged gently. “Ahh dere is a bit of news. Before I forget. One of Kor’akk’s brothers….’as been found. Long story on dat one but ‘e be a Death Knight. Name goes by Ra’rhuk….interestin’ fellow.” As he spoke his gaze kept returning to keep an eye on Shani. And good thing to, he stopped on his bit of discussion as he called out toward the red haired child.

“‘Ey! Ya’ let dat scorpid alone boyo!….” He paused watching his son. “Dat’s right..let it crawl away..” Didn’t need his child to get stung by a scorpid but Zekoa took notice of his son chasing after and poking the insect with the stick Shani been using. “Come on ova’ ‘ere and say ‘ello…den you can go back to playin’..” He motioned a hand for Shani to approach, a small tuskling around the age of four seasons. Green eyes, red wild hair and no tusks yet. Approaching his father he more so was hiding behind Zekoa’s leg as he peeked out toward Fah’kiri holding his raptor doll.

Zekoa speaking in zandali. “Little Red this is Fah’kiri…” The name Little Red was a nickname that he and Kor’akk called him. He knew of his sons shyness which is fine, he was just a youth after all. Just encouraging him to at least say hello.

A small young voice spoke out. “Hi.”

[fahkiri]

Oh, that was right. The two of them did have a little one, she remembered that being mentioned… sometime. It felt like so long ago.

Kiri smiled at the little one, waving at him. “Hello.” Whenever she approached trolls, she usually spoke in Zandali. “I really like your raptor. Does he have a name?”

[packhunterzekoa]

Shani isn’t as shy around other trolls, a little more talkative then trying to hide. He held the doll up, a well sewn blue raptor doll with yellow buttons for eyes. Having stub arms and legs with a large head like most raptor hatchlings.

“Jahi.”  He said lowly. Which was pronounced Jah-ee.

“And who gave you Jahi?” Zekoa asked in zandali with a small smirk.

“Mima.” Shani replied with more energy in his tone and smiled.

Zekoa chuckled. “He calls my mother that, rather then great mother or elder mother.” Looking down to Shani when he felt a few taps to his leg.

“Can I play daddy?” Shani would ask.

Zekoa soon nodded and patted his son’s back. “Go on, but keep in my eye sight and leave those scorpids be or anything else that might come crawling out of the ground.”

Shani looked up to Fah’kiri with a timid smile before he scampered off back to the dirt pile he was at. Zekoa watching him for a few moments before his attention returned to Fah’kiri, returning to orcish. “T’ink dis be tha’ first time ya’ met me boyo? I’m sure Kor chewed your ear off about ‘im..” Zekoa smiled lightly. “And if not...’e probably will when little Red is mentioned. So ‘ow are t’ings on your end? Just tha’ usual wanderin’ or anyt’ing new to mention?”

[tribeoftrolls]

"Aww, Zekoa it's been such a long time since I've seen you, let's see a smile then, ehn?"

Well that was a voice he has not heard in what feels like, forever. A lift of his brow as he looked for the source to only spot Fahkiri not to far off. He looked tired but he held a light smirk with amusement in his gaze. “‘Ey dere Kiri, ‘ow ‘ave you been? Feels like a dang dog’s age since I seen you around.” His smirk became a smile soon after.

[fahkiri]

The druid smiled, easily amused by his phrasing. “I’ve been. It has been awhile. How are you? How is Kor’akk?”

It had been a long time since they’d all seen each other and while there had been quite a few miscommunications and misstarts between them, she was happy to see the hunter. 

[packhunterzekoa]

“We been well, as is Shani.” He motioned his tusks to a direction, in a not so far distance a youth tuskling was entertaining himself with dirt, a stick and one of his stuffed doll. Shani was creating a dirt pile in his own imagination it could be a fort or something else entirely.  “T’ings been rather quiet, at least for us.“

He shrugged gently. “Ahh dere is a bit of news. Before I forget. One of Kor’akk’s brothers....’as been found. Long story on dat one but ‘e be a Death Knight. Name goes by Ra’rhuk....interestin’ fellow.” As he spoke his gaze kept returning to keep an eye on Shani. And good thing to, he stopped on his bit of discussion as he called out toward the red haired child.

“‘Ey! Ya’ let dat scorpid alone boyo!....” He paused watching his son. “Dat’s right..let it crawl away..” Didn’t need his child to get stung by a scorpid but Zekoa took notice of his son chasing after and poking the insect with the stick Shani been using. “Come on ova’ ‘ere and say ‘ello...den you can go back to playin’..” He motioned a hand for Shani to approach, a small tuskling around the age of four seasons. Green eyes, red wild hair and no tusks yet. Approaching his father he more so was hiding behind Zekoa’s leg as he peeked out toward Fah’kiri holding his raptor doll.

Zekoa speaking in zandali. “Little Red this is Fah’kiri...” The name Little Red was a nickname that he and Kor’akk called him. He knew of his sons shyness which is fine, he was just a youth after all. Just encouraging him to at least say hello.

A small young voice spoke out. “Hi.”

[korakktellsall]

Zekoa would approach Kor'akk with a playful grin. Sneaking his way while Kor'akk was distracted. Wrapping his arm around Kor'akk's torso to lift and pull him away from whatever chore he may be busy doing. "Come 'ere love...you need a break." Zekoa would set Kor'akk to sit in one of the comfortable chairs in the main room area. Soon to move behind him to start giving scalp massages right at the peach fuzz as he had been watching Kor'akk do a lot lately.

Kor’akk was busy, fixing a drawer handle that had be accidently broken loose. He was widdling away working on getting it right. Hammering a nail in when he felt arms at his waist. Oh what was this? He smiled so big when Zekoa held to him, he forget about hammering in mid swing. ” Otay… ” He murred with affection, and just like that tossed the hammer to the counter and was following along to what Zekoa had lured him to, the chairs.  The deep purrs that was suddenly coming out him in an explosion, cooing as whatever stress he was feeling was just like that gone. ” Ooooh… ” He rattled turning his head towards those wonderful fingers doing there work upon his scalp, gripping just right to his hair. ” Dat da stuff. ” He grumbled, hardly holding still in his seat. 

[packhunterzekoa]

He noticed how stressed Kor'akk was over the broken handle bar. Seeing how Kor'akk's hands were shaking and most likely going over in his mind over and over causing himself the rise of anxiety. And instead of leaving Kor'akk to finish the job, Zekoa just felt the need to do something then just think about it. He finished bathing Shani for the third time this week, his son just likes to roll, crawl, jump and whatever else toddlers boys do when it comes to finding every chance of dirt to get on him when outside. This really didn't bother Zekoa, he let his son have a ball with what he was doing and when Shani was satisfied, plus tiring himself out. It's when Zekoa can convince Shani for a bath. After another bath, Shani slipped to sleep for his afternoon nap.

So now there was something else that had his attention, Kor'akk. Chuckling as he heard Kor'akk grumbling away and speaking out his appreciation. He had an idea of a style for Kor'akk but for now he was working on having Kor'akk to become butter. Even though he was pretty much melting. With a brush he began brushing the strands of his rooster crest of hair that is always standing high. Kor'akk had let his mohawk grow to become much more full in thickness and height. Taking the time to have the soft bristles rake through the strands and rub right on over his scalp from time to time. Even brushed down to the back of his head where a long tail of hair trailed down.

He was waiting till all those good feelings had run it's course for Kor'akk's squirming to come to a still. Or as still as he possibly can be. Grabbing strands he began to weave the strands. Making woven thin braids to flop over one side of Kor'akks head, almost like his mohawk only the strands didn't stand. Tieing off each end of the braid until he got to the back of Kor'akk's head. There he grabbed all of Kor'akk's hair at the back to weave into one braid and tie off with black feathers dangling from the single braid down his back. Such work took a while and most likely long enough to calm Kor'akk's nerves. His fangs biting down on Kor'akk's ear just enough to hopefully gain his attention.

"'Ey love.....might want ta' check ya'self out in tha' mirror.." Zekoa grabbed the single braid to have it fall over one side of his shoulder so all was visable for Kor'akk to look over. It was good down time to groom his mate, share affection in the simplest of ways.

[packhunterzekoa]

Day 2: Character development

Day 2:

How do they usually dress? Zekoa likes to wear clothing he makes. As a leather worker he puts his skill to use to make different assortment of clothes from furs to leather skin. He will walk around in different variation of what he creates or his hunting mail armor. He also has a knack for wearing one of his hats that he has also made. He likes to be comfortable and to bled in his surroundings if he decides to do a bit of light hunting just to get something to eat.

What do they wear to sleep?  Zekoa sleeps nude, plain and simple lol.

Do they wear jewelry? Yes, Zekoa has on a necklace with a silver small wolf skull at the bottom. Also he wears several feathers in his hair from time to time. Along with tusk rings that represents the loa's he worships. He follows Gonk but also an ancient spirit wolf known as Lo'gosh. Is there anything about their appearance they wish they could change? There are some scars upon his body he wish's he can get rid of. Some scars reminding of past pains he doesn't want to be reminded of. How would they look as the opposite sex? Probably some amazonian trolless, long wild pink hair with a fiesty fire in her eyes. If Zekoa was a woman. Athletic with a toned body and still having scars upon her body and probably standing as tall as 7'5". Wearing nothing else but leather pieces of clothing and lethal with a bow. Sooooo...he most likely someone that a male troll would want to snag. Someone like...Kor'akk! Haha.

What do they smell like? Like any typical male troll when his emotions are heighten or is active, he smells more musky.

Why (do they wear the scent or does it occur naturally)? A natural scent, if he is planning for a long hunting trip he will make sure he smells just as the wilds he is surrounded in. To any other nose he would smell gamey if he was in the city after a long week of hunting. He does bathe when he returns home but sometimes that slips his mind and he will always answer. "Dat's tha' smell o'a real mon." As it is known a male troll does not shun his natural body scent. A female troll would find such a scent under the right circumstance attractive.

Do they have an accurate mental picture of their appearance (how they see themselves versus how the world sees them)? Zekoa know's he looks very attractive, he sometimes boasts but it's really out of good nature. He will joke around or even so much as flirt if he feels comfortable enough. He has a rugged appearance and whatever the world thinks he don't give much of a care. What matters is Kor'akk his mate in his life.

[packhunterzekoa]

30 Day Character Development

Day 1:

Name: Zekoa Age: About 33 years of age. Date of Birth: July 7th Hair color: Pink Eye color: Red Skin/fur color: Blue with a hint of purple.

Race:  Jungle Troll Accent (if any)? Sounds like the average Darkspear when speaking in orcish. Height? 8'8" Weight? Heavy (due to his height) Tattoos? He has two tattoo's, one of a wolf howling at the moon at one shoulder. The other shoulder of three raptor claw mark symbol. Piercings? None Birthmarks? None. Disfigurements? He not born with any disfigurements but his ears have been damaged through the years of battle. Scars? His body is mostly covered in scars, scars from weapons, animals and even magic that have left there mark upon his skin. Mostly at his back, ears, chest, few at his legs and some at his arms. Do they have any nicknames? Where did they come from? Path of the Wolf - The meaning to his name, other times just called "Wolf".

Path Finder- A name Kor'akk's loa has called him.

Rough and Rugged- A love name that Kor'akk call's Zekoa