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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2018 19:50:34 GMT -8
Sakia skittered into the borders, glancing about for Tenshi. The pretty douche was no where to be seen. "Ten..?" The pretty bitch murmured, hushed as she crept around the outskirts of her new territory. Shockingly bright green optics wavering as she did so. Still, she mustered a stone exterior as the distant tones of multiple wolves drew her near the borders. Cocking her head inquisitively, she whisked toward the source of the noise. She stopped in her tracks, watching with widened eyes as a black brute tussled with one of the Ferus Scouts. Oxen..? Owen..? Omar?
Omar. Sure.
Sakia blinked, unsure how to process the unfolding scene. Should she have panicked? Maybe. But it was all to familiar, so much so the main emotion was surprise. This pack was brutish, sure. But a fight at the borders was an unexpected treat. Undoubtedly, the berry eyed bitch - upon observing the failure of her elder packmate - would call out to the Omega to come to her aid. But Sakia would remain at a distance, watching as her sides faltered with uncertain breaths - the one give to her unease. She had to get back to the common grounds, alert the alpha and his new mate of the dangers that lurked so near. Stepping back, Sakia went to skitter quickly away, so she could turn into an eloquent sprint. Alas, she should've paid more attention to who was around her. A soft gasp puffed suddenly from ajar lips, insides twisting with sudden panic as her hind paw tread across something rough, graced with slick fur. The thigh of her hind leg struck a form behind her, hitting an obviously large wolf in the shoulder as she did so.
Sakia hardly dared to move, instead her muscled tensed, her form quivering slightly as the reality of the situation sunk in. Omar was being murdered. Kurumi was not far behind - good riddance -, was she next? Taking a light stride forward, the small beauty pivoted to look at the wolf that stood so far above her. Perhaps it was her stubborn nature, maybe teenage hormones, adrenaline, or plain idiocy. Neon eyes found malicious depths, looking haphazardly at them without a second thought.
"Are you gonna do something, or can I just run?"
@koga , @kurumi , @tenshi
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2018 14:14:52 GMT -8
Adrenaline surged alongside fervent anticipation; a pulsing, adamant eagerness to witness the wrath of his onyx protégé. It came instantaneously; jutting ebony jaws seeking apt solace in plunging ivory fangs into her thin, pulsing throat. An entertaining, amusing plan; were it not for the fact the beige Ferus bitch sailed away suddenly, a conceited, arrogant cockiness gleaning within her waning growl. Sharp angered shrieks only served a small, apt testimony as to the terrors of the obsidian brute's rage; saliva dripping through darkened jaws. Arrogance would always go punished, dashed between dripping teeth. Oblivious, an odd name passed through puce lips - Oshim - the sudden, newfound salvation against the demons that pursued her. A broad-shouldered, thick-headed brute in shining armor harkened to her aid as she cowered sorrily, catapulting himself into head-to-head combat. Blows launched between the brawling pair, the plumper male's claws lightly catching the curl on the onyx male's skin, scraping the scant upper layers. A pleasant, albeit predictable astonishment - typically, the Ferus wardogs proved to be all bark and little bite - as in Kurumi's example. Victory, however, veered over as the ashen brute gained leverage, sinking gloriously sharp fangs into the upper part of his shoulder. Blood splendidly bubbled, a sharp, wonderful snap perforating thick puce ears, his shoulder harshly severed from its fetid socket. Carelessly, he tossed him aside; a toy personally tethered for his deepest, cruelest desires. Heaving jaws had met Ky's mark with relative ease, sinking into soft, malleable flesh. Blood gushed between sharp, bared fangs beautifully, sizzling heavenly atop his tongue as he embedded his teeth further into his shoulder. Russet eyes rolled back in pleasure, saliva pooling within the wine-red pit of his oaken maw. He wanted - no, needed - to drink every drop ebbing from his freshly afflicted wounds, thrusting down his desperate throat. To bathe each bronze hair burgundy, coated in crimson gold. To see red seep through every pore. He'd committed enough crimes to know where triggers waned, the points where if just enough pressure was applied, he could have flaming rivers flowing. Frenzied teeth found untainted flesh, seizing mouthful upon mouthful between powerful, bared jaws, wrenching it from their fetid initial source, each strike neatly stripping fine, tender flesh from muscle. Bone scraped between his teeth wherever he jammed his jaws in deeply enough, delightfully eliciting a tantalizing, irresistible twitch of pain. The stubborn brat had refused him tears, but he'd methods of making him scream. Slowly, he sunk his fangs into sensitive, vulnerable slips of flesh - the face, the throat, the area where the shoulder met sorrel limb - and pressed, heaving past muscle, past nerve clusters, past arteries, past veins. Arteries burst forth blood in an innocuous, sensational pop; the slick, wet substance gushing down his throat with a wonderful relish. Wherever he withdrew his fangs, blood drizzled, intermingling with the wetness already heaving from hewn flesh. Finally, when he'd finished his fun, he tossed down his dashed plaything, abandoning him to spend his final balmy, quivering breaths in complete isolation, wracked in wretched agony. As he stepped back, the briefest, softest brush happened upon his hindlegs. He wouldn't have noticed; he'd barely have given it a second thought were it not for a faint, adolescent chirp. "Are you gonna do something, or can I just run?" A yearling with a wonderfully dappled and glistening green eyes, and seemingly no sense whatsoever. His jaw almost unhinged at her idiocy. If she had only managed to cram her copper mouth shut for ten fantastic seconds, she could have made off with her life, happiness, freedom with him none the wiser. And to approach death incarnate and jeer - audacity witnessed only within adolescents. He could have murdered her on the spot. Crushed her windpipe between thick, bay jaws. Snapped her spine in half. Ripped out her jugular and eaten it. On the contrary, with a sudden, glorious stroke of thought, an idea came to mind, reflected within Kurumi's pink, wide-eyed pools. This sorrel yearling served a far more suitable gift than a snarky, loud-mouthed she-wolf. Younger. Easier to accumulate. Could bear Adramalech beautiful, healthy litters, and more then Kurumi could ever hope to. A sharp, wicked smile cracked his contorted façade. "Oh, I'm going to do something," he cackled, slamming his full body weight on top of her faint, slender form. "And you," he sneered, dangling saliva in silvery, long strands. "You're never going to forget it." "Dig in." The command hissed clearly between clenched, burgundy fangs as he dipped his ochre head towards his disciple and prisoner. "Flush out the borders. Leave no living witness." As his apostle fulfilled his fervent command, he lowered himself to the tiny she-wolf's ear. Psychological manipulation was a wonderful art in of itself - but destruction took a true dedication. It would all have to begin with the subtlest, planted seed. Survivor's guild was his personal favorite; it came so completely sweet, so maturally, and with a bit of encouragment could envelop within mere weeks. "Look at them," he breathed as the air was racked with callously shrill cries of pain. Blood spattered against green, sparse grass, soaking every slip of soil. "All this trouble that you've caused. They would've lived if you'd kept your mouth shut." He sneered; a short, amused laugh exiting soaked, ebony jaws. "I suppose some wolves would sacrifice anything to have the last word though. I bet you must be wondering," he pulled himself closer; a cruel, wicked glint suddenly gleaning against garnet. "Just what makes you so wonderfully special. You're going to be a beautiful present." Slowly, a sorrel tail slipped down her spine; a teasing, cruel mockery on his own part. "You'd better hope that he likes his mates a little older." Once his onyx companion had enacted his damage, he'd slip his jaws around the yearling's tannish scruff, hoisting up her bone light build like a child's. Humiliating, for her, an open display of her own helplessness against him. "Come, my child," he breathed, his tone undertaking confident, firm command. "Take the body with you. We've a long walk ahead of us." As they ambled forwards, pressing into languid, arid land, he twisted his eyes back, showcasing Ferus's open fields one final time for the yearling. "Look. Take your time. Soak it in. You'll never set foot here for the rest of your life. Now, you're heading to your true home." Tagged: Beta Ky, @sakia |
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Post by Beta Ky on Mar 19, 2018 23:51:32 GMT -8
The writhing bitch between his jaws just wouldn't stop her whining. How he longed to wrap his jaws of darkness around her pitiful throat and silence her. Even with the thought of murder so close in the forefront of the crazed male's mind, Ky restrained himself. It wasn't something he did often. If this scrap of flesh was found by him while alone, she would have been dead yesterday. There would not be any conflict in his mind about leaving her in a pool of her own blood, after he had enjoyed his fill of course. For now, he watched his marvelous-ness stalk towards the fat ass he had left lame for him. How dare he interfere!? Congratulations, you just killed yourself idiot wolf.
Heavy pants left Ky as he kept a vice like grip on his prisoner's scruff. He gave no heed to being gentle. Ivory fangs pierced her skin maliciously, letting a measly amount of blood to flow into his mouth. If anyone could see his pupils, they would have watched them dilate as the still anonymous male sunk his teeth into the cripple. His frame flinched and jerked with excitement as he watched his muse quite literally tear chunks out of this 'Oshim.' With every small movement, he tore her flesh even more, allowing more blood to flow into his mouth. If he was allowed to carry on, he would have sawed a chunk out of her scruff, but sadly, with a beautiful spray of blood, it was over. The male was tossed to the side, his last breaths providing Ky with some of his favourite sounds. The sounds of blood impeding breathing, the thick choking of a throat closing off from a wound. The whines of imminent death. It was an orchestra that Ky could listen to all day.
With a jerk, his whole body faced the newest pack idiot to come onto the scene, a small she-wolf that had touched his greatness. A scream mixed with a growl erupted out of the male. He clamped his jaws down harder on the she-wolf's scruff, her yelp of pain only subduing him for the moment. He wanted to tear her apart for touching him. However, it seemed that his purpose had a different idea on the matter. The crooked smile that wove it's way delightfully onto his face did not go unnoticed by Ky. There had been a shift, a sudden change of plan perhaps. Something had shifted within his Alpha, taking on the third personality Ky had seen from him in the past minutes. It was intriguing to say the least, and Ky was eager to see who this male really was.
"Dig in. Flush out the borders. Leave no living witnesses," the hissed command from oaken jaws only served as another brownie point for the male. An elated, evil screech left Ky as she shot into action. He jerked his head backwards, yanking a small bite sized chuck out of the female's scruff. Without hesitating, Ky swallowed the chunk, not letting the blood go to waste, and not letting perfectly valuable meat to go to waste. The snotty bloodied mess that was the she-wolf was about to have a much worse time. One of his signature laughs bubbled up from inside of him, the hyena scream echoing over barren land. The gargantuan brute darted forwards, slamming into her with his head lowered. His fangs met the vulnerable flesh of her underbelly. Panicking paws battered at his head and neck, opening many more small scratch wounds, but that was no problem to Ky. Let him bleed, it would only serve for a much better bath later. Sinking his teeth in as far as he could, he relished in the she-wolf's screams. He clamped his jaws, dragging his teeth through her abdominal wall as it pinched. With a swift tug, the she-wolf's underbelly was stained red. Ky was no idiot. The thin layer of muscle that held the guts in was easy enough to shred open. Still clutching one side of the tear in his bloodstained jaws, Ky painstakingly slowly tore it a little further, prolonging the bitch's pain. That was what she got for trying to run away. Now, that wasn't quite lethal unless he completely devastated her organs, but luckily for her, he just wasn't in the mood for organ meat. However, he wasn't done with her yet. Oh no, no, no! There was still so much to do! Alas, she still tried to fight. She tried to get to her paws. Big mistaaaaake! Ky stepped back a few steps, watching her shaky from struggle with his head cocked to the side. She truly was an idiot. Ky launched his much larger frame at her, sinking his teeth into her neck as he yanked her with his momentum. That was all it took. That nick of an artery. The flow of blood that spurted out of her wounds. It was only small; if by some miracle a Salutary managed to reach her in time, she had a chance of living. But these were the borders. No one was here for her. The chance of her bleeding out was wonderfully high. Reaching down with a growl, Ky almost gently licked the wound in her neck. The metallic gold that struck his tongue was magical. With a cruel, blood slathered grin, Ky swapped all of his focus to the other new arrival.
Why the yearling hadn't run away, Ky couldn't care less about. The fact was, he was still here. And he had orders. Very specific orders. Leave no living witnesses. It was easily done. If the male was so petrified by simply witnessing one murder, one death in process and one kidnapping, Ky would use that to his full advantage. With his head, paws and various patches of his torso covered in blood, he must have looked just magnificent. Lowering his head like a bull about to charge, Ky spoke in his naturally deep voice, "Hellllloooooo." With all the introduction that this wolf would ever need to him finished, Ky bounded almost drunkenly towards the male. Oddly enough, that was the thing that snapped him out of his daze. Ky adjusted his swaying jog accordingly, following the male as he sprinted away. "Oh no nooooooooo!" Ky called out in a sing song voice. He wasn't about to fail his chestnut legion so soon. Moving into a beelined sprint, Ky leaped upwards as he neared the male. His paddle sized paws landed on the fleeing male's spine, a satisfying crack splitting the air followed by a scream of true agony. It didn't look quite broken yet, but it was dislocated at the least and his spinal chord was being pinched. His rear legs twitched pathetically has he still tried to flee while dragging himself mostly on his forelimbs. It was a clown show to Ky; a simply great form of entertainment. Ky slowed down, watching this animal crawl with little success over the dry grasses that belonged to an obviously cowardly pack. Four wolves from one pack: three destined to be dead, one a new prisoner. This obviously wasn't the best of times for whoever this Alpha is. Ky strolled up beside the struggling male, walking silently beside him. His head was lowered to the same level as the other male's, his abysses of darkness staring at the male. "Goodbye!" Ky's tone was cheery, but no smile graced his face. Ky slammed his shoulder into the male, sending him toppling. Ky pinned his victim down with his left paw while his right traced over the male's neck. With one jerk, he stabbed his claws into the male's throat, severing a few veins along the way. Instead of killing his victims fully, he would rather watch them die. She would bleed out soon enough, and with the slow speed and rate of blood loss, he would too. In time, both would almost certainly die. There was a miraculous chance that they would survive, but Ky preferred not to think about all of his hard work going to waste.
He took his time wandering back over to his purpose and their prisoner. With every drunken step, he relished in the feeling on the blood between his toes. Sooner enough, he would be able to give himself a well earned and delicious bath. His pupiless eyes watched as the pathetic bitch was hoisted in the jaws of the nameless chestnut marvel. That was the only place that she should be. In his jaws. A bloodied hyena cackle that he couldn't quite control greeted the she-wolf, but mostly his Alpha. Muffled by the bitch, the puce male's voice was still easily heard by the crazed male, "Come, my child. Take the body with you. We've a long walk ahead of us." Taking a pause to quickly clean the blood out form under his right paw, Ky sparatically nodded. He didn't really have a choice anyway. If the male wanted it done, the prince of darkness would do it. The other two wolves were still alive, barely, so Ky trotted giddily over to the corpse of the 'Oshim' that his female victim had screamed for. Look at how that turned out! Dragging a body as fat as his was going to be no easy task, so getting the right vantage point was important. Ky latched his mouth onto the paw of the male, twisting him into some sort of makeshift piggyback ride. The weight of the male slowed him down considerably, and forced him out of his adopted gait. If he swayed, the ass would fall off and he would have to yank him on all over again. The inky giant lumbered in a stiffly normal gait back to his new favourite wolf and... her. The end of his words towards her was the only thing he caught, but he couldn't care less. As long as she stayed quiet and just hung there like a rotting fruit on a tree, he wouldn't have a problem with her on their prefaced long journey. Following beside him, he moved off.
-Exit to Dry Woods-
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2018 14:05:19 GMT -8
Fleeting moments of freedom dangled ahead of the adolescent, taunting green orbs with picturesque futures. Each metaphoric door being slammed shut, perhaps one hid pups, maybe even a superior position within this new, intriguing pack. Maybe even rising to beta, disregarding the possibility of a mate. Alas, while Sakia hovered mere inches away from this… this anomaly, she quickly disregarded the possibility of running. Perhaps her bluntness could be perceived as ignorance, but frankly it was common sense. Despite her smaller form, built for speed, she was outnumbered. Partly developed limbs wouldn’t outlast the elder, stronger canines.
After the hoarse drawl of oh-so threatening words, the monstrous form of her captor slammed on her lean form. The pressure popped the bitch’s back quite well. How nice. The lack of intimidation allowed an eloquent grin along her pretty features. Even if Sakia harbored fear for the situation, would the Omega show it? Hell no. Pride was far to important. Even so, the scene ahead was far to gruesome, even for the half insane bitch. Gagging, Sakia attempted to nuzzle her thin, caramel hued face into the ground. Concealing sobs between snarls, the youngling thrashed harshly. “Let me go, you oversized narcissist!” Sakia snapped, green orbs snapping upwards to attempt to get a look at the brute. The taunting words that slipped from charcoal lips sending jitters toward the adolescent. “Shut up.” Sakia hissed, violently shaking her head. “It won’t work.” She croaked weakly, her words hollow.
"Just what makes you so wonderfully special. You're going to be a beautiful present. You'd better hope that he likes his mates a little older.”
Blinking, the bitch froze in place. Partly due to the statement, partly due to the horrifically violating feeling that slid down her spine. “Wha-what?” Present? Mate? Was that her use to this barbarian? To bear some chubby asshat’s young? Merely an object to these wolves, hardly capable of thinking for herself. “I am not yours to give.” The yearling snapped, though her thrashing ceased. “I am not.” Her final words were hardly a whisper, hoarse and weak. As if the bitch didn’t truly believe them. She did! She did. Did she?
Alas, hysteria always came to bite one in the ass. Soft chuckles bubbled at the yearling’s throat, spilling out momentarily before creamy jaws snapped shut. No. Sakia acknowledged her slipping mental state, but she was hardly deranged! Right? Right. As Koga scooped her up, Sakia looked at the ground. The fleeting sight of Ferus far to painful. Besides,
Was it ever truly her home?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2018 12:04:15 GMT -8
Ferus's open fields were always wanting in beauty. An endless wild expanse of parched wilderness pouring over a bone-dried basin, sapping all semblance of sentimental tenderness. Baked shriveled brush dispersed between thin barren soil; viper-green veering against brittle, jutting barbs. Summer heat seared any mild, tender meekness their prey might've possessed; sharp, venomous slips of fang jutting from even the most innocuous mammal. Even their hares lacked the soft, plump sleekness of their Lubruscan counterparts; long, sinewy limbs permanently laced in listless preparation. And yet, as golden sun gained supple ground as it passed snow-capped peaks and stretched across soft, yielding sands, he couldn’t have imagined a lovelier plain. Perhaps it was true, what he’d previously heard. Absence truly did make the heart grow fonder. Either that or the good company he now held at his arsenal. Whether the former or latter, his burden had been undeniably lightened. Clever, splendid conversation arrived with an open candor; lighthearted humor looming over each obtrusive jab at the abnormal pair’s expense. With such wonderful entertainment, who could ever complain of their own soreness? A soft, gentle sigh passed sorrel jaws. Chemistry proved both a blessing and a curse. They’d made their journey in record time, but simultaneously had shortened the sweetness of their own companionship.
“Welcome to Ferus, little bird,” he began, a gleaning, playful glint shimmering against bright amber. “Land of Kings.” A gentle, amused huff puffed through puce nostrils. “Breakfast specials include, but are in no way limited to: cactus pear, lizard spines, and my personal favorite, cobra fangs. Take your pick.” Low, gentle laughter weaved its way through a thick, ebony throat. Slowly, he lowered his fallen packmate, gently settling Xanthe against soft, yielding sands. “These are the borders. Loveliest bit of barrenness I’ve ever set eyes on. A shame, actually. It seems it means you and I will part ways soon.” A wistful, gentle warmth entered his tone as bright amber met light mulberry. “Thank you for your help, little bird. I don’t think I’ll quite ever forget it - or you.” An unexpected, irrepressible urge surged through suddenly as he slipped forwards to leave her a tiny, insignificant token of affection. Softly, a salmon tongue swiped over an onyx nose with an innocuous affection. “The sun always sets a tad too slow for my liking. Goodbye Kai. I’ll see you when the moon halfs.”
Once she was safely beyond the borders, a howl began to build within his throat, resonating with a warm richness as he tilted his muzzle towards a Sulphur-yellow sun. Simplistic, a summons howl that he'd learned from Semira's former sentinel work. Carefully, he cracked open thin onyx jaws as he attempted to assign locations to soft, flitting scents. Soft, warm scents wafted about with a wonderful familiarity; shifting, pervading sands, cacti's soft, yielding sweetness, lightly simmering heat - and then, all at once, it struck him with horrible, wrenching force. A sharp, ironish scent pierced thin puce nostrils, tainting each tepid, quivering twitch of the orifice. Unmistakable - he opened his maw once more, tested it once, twice, three times. Normally, blood never roused a response, but this was an amount to rival the worst he wrenched in war. Trembling, he took one tentative step towards it, each proceeding ebb providing a dark, unwanted detail he'd preferred he'd never found. Oshim, his oldest, dearest friend - the male had always held a scent that reminded him of green, rain-soaked grass, soft and soothing - what horrible thing had occurred to shift it to rancid terror? Foreign, strange for the most part, but each scent practically screamed of unspeakable horror, unmeasurable pain. "O-Oshim?" He pushed back the brush that blocked his view-
Blood froze between thin burgundy veins as breath ripped from russet lungs. Two strangers lay stretched before him, bathed in blood, eyes half-glazed in horror. One, merely a yearling - a child - lay with his lower half sprawled at an incredibly awkward angle; a guttural, low groan passing between parted jaws. The female, a faint, slender Iberian, lay worse for wear; the fragile, tender flesh of her underbelly flayed to a tepid pulp. They were dying, blood pouring from practically every pore; the shuddering, quivering shift of their side the only indicator of life. Chunks of flesh and fur littered the clearing; sorrel, arid sands tainted scarlet. His mouth dried - surely, oh surely - this tannish, bloody heap of fur and flesh couldn't be all that remained of Oshim? And yet, he was nowhere to be found, along with a second adolescent scent. They'd been - stolen. There was no mistaking it; it'd been an intentioned, absolute massacre. And yet, there was the softest, faintest slip of a chance to save the last two. Camp was about a five minute run way at his absolute top speed. If anything hindered him, both would be dead by the time that he returned with help. And with that, impossible choice lay sprawled before him - he could only carry one. The yearling or the female? Desperately, he darted between the two, all too aware that every passing moment further muddled their shot at survival. Both were small - but the yearling was smaller, and shorter in length by an abysmally close amount - perhaps five pounds. Not a moment was to be lost. Seizing his sanguine scruff as carefully as possible, he balanced the blood-soaked yearling as best as he could to avoid further harming the hewn spine. From there, he broke into a sprint, keeping pace as best as he could while balancing his bloody charge. Another howl filled his throat and entered the air, wild and dreadful and unmistakably-
A distress call.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2018 10:08:39 GMT -8
Edging forward reluctantly, Kai inched toward the end of their journey. A sour expression permanently affixed across gentle features whenever talking ceased, each soft pad of paws a gentle reminder of her looming return to Lubrusca. Traversing the dry terrain with subtle awkwardness, the alabaster dame squinted at the rocky land with mild distaste. Land of Kings? Perhaps she wasn’t suited for this so-called life of royalty. Chuckling softly, it was difficult to mask the disappointed droop to sanguine optics. “These are the borders. Loveliest bit of barrenness I’ve ever set eyes on. A shame, actually. It seems it means you and I will part ways soon.” Pretending to look at the borders, the Omega avoided the Hunting Superior’s hellfire gaze. It was odd, how sore it was now to see the shocking amber. Pursing onyx lips, the three legged bitch kicked the dirt a few times, watching half-heartedly as dust drifted through the thick air. Was it the heat, or was it a little difficult to breath? “Thank you for your help, little bird. I don’t think I’ll quite ever forget it - or you.” Definitely not the heat. Little bird. With the nickname, the grin returned, and blushed eyes returned to his form. It was odd how natural he seemed here. It was his home after all, but this area was nearly inhabitable. Perhaps that is why he is so strong. With the sweep of his tongue across her muzzle, reflex pressed her a step forward. Quickly, she pressed her nose to the side of his muzzle, a soft murmur accompanying the action. “If only it could come sooner.” With a soft smile, she pivoted on a singular hind leg and turned away. As the white bitch whisked away, she called over her shoulder with a mischievous grin. “And please, less bodies next time.”
.:. exit to - Lub Commons .:.
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Post by Salutary Solex on May 18, 2018 19:58:41 GMT -8
| Onyx eyes slithered across the territory as the black male trotted through the familiar barren wasteland of Ferus territory. Fresh vegetation was starting to grow in the more healthier and denser parts of the territory, but it seemed that most of it was dry and a heather yellow since the after affects of the drought still plagued the land. Giving a shake of his head, knowing that most of the delicate herbs would still be dry and withered, and not yet able to grow. Thus he would not continue any further in his possible search for newly growing plants. Right now he had no time to actually be admiring them, as there was a situation at the borders he would begrudgingly take care of. He had dashed from the clearing, leaving a young male with no help, but the male was beyond help from what he surveyed. He had wanted so badly to move away from the clearing, and away from all the wolves that had come bursting in, that his first chance he could get, he was gone. He had brought Aspen along, more so for a justification to Jay that he would be ‘protected’. Although the one-eyed bitch that would be following him would probably not be able to protect him even if she tried.
Sighing at the thought that he could have brought someone capable such as Azazel or Azriel along, the male would settle for the female instead. Maybe she could run errands for him or help clean up the mess, either way he was going to need some sort of help. As he caught the scent of stale blood on the air, a mixture of scents rolled in as well. The scent of Flint carrying the Lubruscan smell upon him from their lands. But it seemed stronger than what Solex would expect the male to carry with him from the opposing packs lands. It definitely made the male think twice about the scent, but underneath it all, Solex could smell rogues. A few of them. Sakia’s smell was there as well. She had been taken from the lands, as she had not returned with Flint, either that or the massacre ahead held her flesh and blood along with Oshim’s. Wandering forward, he was cautious as the scent grew stronger. There were still present scents of other wolves, and thus he was not taking any dangerous maneuvers to appear directly in the bloodbath.
He would look back towards Aspen, giving her a small grunt. “I want to make sure that this isn’t a trap,” He whispered to her, his words holding no emotion. “Circle around and if you’re attacked, don’t make a scene,” he said to her, not even caring if she were to die here. “We need to know if they’re still here,” And with that, the male took cautious steps towards the east, knowing that Aspen would head to the westward side of the massacre, if she was able to follow instructions properly. Sliding over the eastern section, it was quiet, the only sounds being the vibration of his paws echoing through his ears, and the gentle pounding of his heart. It was silent otherwise. Stalking forward, as it would seem Aspen would not have been attacked in the time given. There was blood, spilled everywhere. Oshim had at least given some effort before being killed. But there was no body. No wolf, no matter how strong they were, would have the ability to destroy a body beyond recognition, and with no remnants of bones behind. They had taken it.
“Oshim’s body is missing,” The male grunted out, looking towards his subordinate. If she had half a brain, she would have already noticed as well. And he would have hoped she would. He knew that Lubrusca wolves, no matter how much they would despise Ferus, would never be able to do this. Solex knew this. Although he wouldn’t mind if Jay visited them once more, just to rile up the Alphess of the territory once more. Solex was not one to feel emotion, but he was definitely one to want to cause something exciting to happen. Ferus was becoming too soft, and maybe they needed to let themselves grow defensive to toughen once more. He however, would need to give an assessment to Jay, whether his assessment would be taken into consideration was unknown to Solex himself, but at least he would give it.
Surveying the area, it seemed that there was a trail of blood leading straight to Lubruscan territory, making it seem as if the Lubrusca wolves had dragged the body back to their territory. But what would they do with the body? Lubrusca didn’t house any cannibals. The only pack that did was Ferus, and even then Azazel had not feasted upon a wolf’s blood in some time, that Solex would know of. Everything here, although it would be assumed done by a Lubrusca wolf, or more, it was not. It was another force that was entirely different from what Solex had encountered at the borders of Ferus. There was no way that rogues would do this without an agenda. If there was a border skirmish, Oshim would have called for the pack, let out a warning signal of some kind.
But there had been no howl. And with one juvenile missing and another beyond help, Solex knew that this was not an ordinary encounter at the borders. These were not wolves looking to join a pack, but maybe strengthen the formation of one, or even just cause tension among the targeted pack. They had most definitely caused tension, but they had vanished from the scene entirely. They had not seen the product of their work, and thus he wondered even more, what the objective was with the killing and kidnapping. Scanning the area until his eyes would land on Aspen, he would hope that she was looking for clues, and not simply jumping to conclusions like the Alpha would be doing as soon as he got here. The others were bound to follow them, especially since there was a death among their ranks. They would have little time to take in the scene silently before many bodies were crowding around, wondering what had happened. Preparing for battle would be on Jay’s agenda, and Solex would need to take into consideration the supplies he would need.
Most of it grew out of Ferus territory, and thus he would have to venture for it, but he wasn’t sure if it was safe to do so, or if the Alpha would let him without supervision. Giving the circumstances, it would not be very likely. Sighing, he would start sniffing the area, keeping his nose from dipping into any blood that was now drying. Something bigger was happening here, he just couldn’t place his paw on what it was quite yet.
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Post by Hunter Aspen on May 25, 2018 19:18:25 GMT -8
As the duo trudged towards the borders, varying scents invaded Aspen's keen nose. The most obvious was dried blood. It stained the air as a persistent reminder of the horrors that Flint had described only minutes before. The next was Flint's scent, with an all too familiar scent clinging to his. That little shit. She would recognize that scent anywhere. Not only was it Lubruscan, but it was her least favourite Lubruscan wolf. "Kai," Aspen growled under her breath. That miserable bitch that had interrupted their herding mission, had insulted her blatantly, and torn out her eye in the war and all she got in revenge was a chunk of her tail. What Flint had been doing fraternizing with the wolf that he personally had crippled for life, Aspen didn't want to even think about, but that sneaky bastard was being confronted when this whole mess was sorted out. Lastly, there were the unmissable scents of rogues, a small group of them alongside the scent of the missing Ferus wolves. “I want to make sure that this isn’t a trap,” the hiss of a snake brought her grey optic up to the male. At the moment, she had no grudge towards the male, so her signature scowl didn't reach her gaze. It was a decent enough plan, and the dusty bitch wasn't exactly in the position to downright refuse to do something so reasonable. “Circle around and if you’re attacked, don’t make a scene. We need to know if they’re still here,” this time, the Salutary's blunt words struck a nerve. She wasn't some defenseless pup. She could fend for herself it attacked by any rogues; seeing what they had already done had given her an idea of their strategies. They obviously liked blood and weren't opposed to tearing open a stomach, so protecting those areas more than usual would prove handy. Her stormy optic narrowed at the male before she huffed and began moving in the opposite direction of the male. It was a clean sweep, with no hidden wolves, alive or dead, being discovered in the sparse bushes surrounding the crime scene. A few of them held strong scents of the rogues that had obviously played some part in this massacre, mixed with the scent of the Ferus Iberian at the borders. Perhaps they had communicated before something happened? Because one thing doesn't just lead to the other and end in a murder, two attempted murders and a kidnapping. Once her half of the loop was completed, Aspen cast her gaze into the eye of the hurricane. Blood, yes. The Iberian, yes. This Sakia character that the broken kid at the common kept raving about, no. The most annoying fatass in the world, an even bigger no. The scent of the boy's blood was scattered around, trailing back towards the commons from when Flint had grabbed him. How that shortcake managed to keep his back legs off the ground would remain a mystery. The girl, who was in much worse condition, lay still, still breathing shallow breaths but not looking nearly as alive as the kid. She had good reason though; having your torso filleted open didn't exactly want to make you get up and go on a hunt. The last of the blood and fur was Oshim's, the stench of the male she could almost tolerate was spread over almost the entire area, creating the perimeter of their crime scene. It seemed that either none, or very little of Sakia's blood had been spilled, as it was well masked by everything else if it had. "Oshim's body is missing," the stupidest, most obvious statement ever came from the Salutary to her left. Aspen dropped her jaw open and widened her one remaining eye, overacting surprise at this genius' realization. "No shit, Shaman," Aspen shot back, her gravely voice easily loud enough for him to hear her as she turned back away to face the carnage, "So is Sakia's, but it seems like she was either taken with little bloodshed on her part, or went willingly. Most of the blood is Oshim's and the kids'." Aspen turned back to Solex, looking up at him with expectant sass and semi pursed lips. His distaste for her presence was as obvious as the scent of death. If he asked her what else she had noticed, she would gladly supply him with her theory, but seeing that he was being his typical self, an egotistical ass, she would remain silent for now and let him think whatever he wanted. It wasn't like she had ever gotten along with the male, nor would she ever need to. She could care less what he thought. Salutary Solex |
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Post by General Azazel on Jun 2, 2018 12:54:51 GMT -8
| Forelegs stiff considering his shoulder pain, he trotted onto the borders, a slight gait to his step as he moved. The General, although combat was one of his strong suits, had been wounded on his shoulder blades, and even with medical attention, the muscles were still scarred and need time to redevelop. Which, at his age, would take longer than when he was younger. It was one of the reasons why Azazel stayed with Ferus and didn't move back to his killing ways. He couldn't damage his body more and risk dying in battle. He felt like there was more to live for than just that. And maybe with this small spark at the borders, he would once again be able to bring his experience into play once more.
As he approached, the stench of dried blood was strong and the massacre had only left one body there barely intact. Kurumi lay there, her wails filling the clearing with a pitiful nature. Neither Solex nor Aspen seemed to want to approach the she-wolf, but the General did know that this female was not going to live. Solex would know already that she wasn't going to live, which is why the male would not look in her direction and would instead survey the area for anything useful to conclude about the situation. Yellow eyes looked at the ground, blood splattered everywhere. Oshim's blood mixed with Kurumi's and Tenshi's. The only blood that was not seemingly present, or very minimal was the missing she-wolf Sakia's. Shaking his head, Azazel looked down to Kurumi, her eyes glazed over with pain as her breathing was laboured. Watching her suffer was nothing that upset Azazel by any means. He would not kill her, as it was not his job to execute the death unless given the okay. But he knew that she would not want to live. With her ripped open and unable to move without risking death as was, it was best to put her out of her misery and give her to the vultures.
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Post by Alpha Jay on Jun 2, 2018 13:10:44 GMT -8
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Jay approached the borders, already knowing what to expect. It was quiet. Aspen and Solex had already exchanged words more than likely when they approached, and Azazel was not one to give his thoughts. The black male was hovering over the destroyed body of Kurumi, and with a closer look, he could see why. The female's flank was rising. Her breathing shallow as her intestines were very clearly seen displayed for everyone that would approach. Jade eyes flickered over to the Salutary, knowing that he would get his full report once he tended to the dying female. Approaching Azazel, the Alpha looked over Kurumi's body. Her eyes were glazed over, and her mouth agape. A pool of blood surrounded her from the various wounds. Overall it was a disaster. Eyes flickering over the scene once more, he could tell that there was definitely a struggle from his warriors, but whatever force had come to them, it was not something that two Ferus wolves would have been able to overpower. Which ultimately scared Jay. Looking to Azazel, he sighed, knowing what had to be done. "Would you like to? Or shall I?" He asked the male. His General, although one to not talk, had always been one to kill. Azazel simply gave him a nod, and Jay responded with a small obligatory grunt before leaving the male to do his duty. The snap of her neck rang through the deathly silent clearing, reminding him all too well that three of his wolves had died today, if not four. Sakia was no where to be found, but the stench of blood was only that of Oshim, Kurumi and Tenshi. He wondered what the outsiders had done with the she-wolf. He could only imagine what they could do with her. Approaching Solex and Aspen, he stood tall, his ear perked to listen to what they had to say. "Give me your best analysis," He said, mostly gearing for Aspen to reply to him. Solex would give his input as needed, or would just stay silent. Whichever would be fine with Jay, but he wanted to know what Aspen thought. The she-wolf was smart, even given her disadvantage of sight. He just hoped that she would be smart enough to tell him what exactly seemed to happen here.
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Post by Hunter Aspen on Jun 2, 2018 19:20:01 GMT -8
Rather than focus on the pain in the ass of a wolf beside her, Aspen turned her gaze towards the two approaching forms. One was limping slightly, so she could only guess that a limping ebony lump was either a future Solex or Ferus' general. Following shortly behind him was the star of this damn shitshow, Mr big bad Alpha Jay. As they grew closer, Aspen switched focus back to the crime scene. A trail of three bloody pawprints lead away from the scene, leading her back to Kai. Could she have done this? Squinting her eye at the trail, she concluded that it couldn't have been Kai. It was the wrong leg. However, for a tripod to have done this was still pretty impressive. The two males exchanged a meager amount of words before Azazel lumbered over to the Iberian's frame. The alabaster bitch was no idiot; it was pretty obvious that the bloodied girl wasn't going to make it much longer. Aspen mere observed as Azazel put her out of her misery. There was no need to flinch a the sound nor to cry for her loss. Aspen had barely known the she-wolf, after all, she was barely a pack member. Death was just another part of life, especially one in Ferus. Even so, the conditions of this she-wolf's death were out of the ordinary, and this wasn't some matter to shove under the moss. As the head honcho approached, Aspen gave her head a small dip, an unintentional wink accompanying it. "Give me your best analysis," his gruff voice demanded. Aspen shot a look at the Salutary, seeing if he was going to butt in before her. Seeing no signs of speech, Aspen turned back to Jay and relayed out her theory. "There is a Lubruscan scent, but it's not close to this area, and I know the wolf. She's too crippled to pull anything even close to this off. There's the scent of a pair of rogues, and it's fresh. I'd say it would more likely for them to have done this. It didn't happen long ago, as she was still alive," Aspen gestured to the now corpse of the yearling, "We could've tried to get some answers from her before, but ah well. I'd say that if we follow their scent, and the literal trail of bloody pawprints for a while we could catch up to them." Aspen had subconsciously looked towards the trail as she spoke, so she reeled her one stormy eye back up to Jay's face. Her resting bitch face lay neutral, simply looking to Jay to see his verdict. The childish vestiges of her mind wanted to hear praise, to prove to the asshat beside her that she wasn't some liability to him. But this was Ferus, Jay, and Solex being talked about here. Aspen doubted that anything Jay could say would make the Salutary respect her at all, and frankly, she was fine with that. The only thing Solex had ever done for her was put some web over her eye after it was already out, and she was sure that he only did it because he had to. The only respect she owed the male was due to his rank. He himself was irritating as hell. Alpha Jay Salutary Solex General Azazel @it'sonlyyouatthebordersVidoIreallyhavetotagthreeofyuoraccounts |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2018 20:45:45 GMT -8
Although he always harbored a personal fondness for the ferocity of battle, for the beauty of bloodshed, seldom had self-conflict ever crossed his mind. Hesitance, tenderness had no place within Ferus wolves; each warrior gradually weaned to worship strength’s wonders, to love, to live for the brilliance of battle, to pursue the prestige carried within servitude and self-sacrifice. Every wolf embodied rank endurance, exemplifying the efficiency of their regime, the power individuals possessed with proper training. Brutality, savagery were all essential aspects of Ferus life; a fact he and his peers had personified. Anybody, everybody would have wanted the same treatment if they had suffered Tenshi’s same fate, doomed to disability, sealed from self-autonomy. They would have lost their minds within mere hours, minutes of having their independence permanently incinerated; dying alongside decaying nerves, tissues, whatever muscle had made their nightmare their reality. Why, he’d provided the pup a service! And yet, something in severing the life of something previously so full of it seemed inherently wrong. Reluctantly, he recalled the fiercest wolves Ferus had previously held in their ranks: Pandora, Absinthe, Thatcher. All bloomed in bloodshed, the first to flourish in battle and parade around their rival’s corpse, the best and brightest Ferus had to offer – and then, he recalled how Pandora had ravaged a yearling, Absinthe’s jaws stuffed with intestines, the scream of the widow Thatcher created of Joktan’s mate – and shuddered. Never again would he want to be anything like them. He was nothing of the kind. A mangled, animalistic cry shattered the silence as he flattened his ears, curling the cusp of an onyx lip as he attempted to seal the sound from mind and memory. The Iberian was completely, fully conscious, capable of feeling the full horrors of what had wrought her slender form. Her intestines hung limp, hovering at her sides and over her paws, bathed in blood and fluid. Somehow, her sobs rang poignant; the sharpest, cruelest sound he’d ever heard previously. Somehow worse than Tenshi’s agonized twitch, worse than flesh ripping from bone, worse than a she-wolf’s neck shattering at the bone – this was pain, in its finest, purest form. "Would you like to? Or shall I?" Jay’s command had carried its cold implication, without a moment’s anguish on behalf of the wolf that chose to undertake the task. A singular blow; similar to the manner in which they would kill a calf, and her anguished breaths ceased to rise and fall. Carefully, he crept up to Kuru, prying apart a single, blood soaked forepaw with his claw’s gentle curve. There it was, shimmering in sunlight, the same blueish slip of shadowed fur. Tentatively, he took a whiff. The same foreign scent, a magnificent, perfect match to the one he currently held in his mouth. Eagerly, he let his strand fall, taking a moment to compare the color, thickness, length. A perfect match. "Give me your best analysis.” Aspen’s singular eye shifted, narrowing momentarily in thought. Subtly, Flint swiveled thin sorrel forwards, perked at full attention. A fresh pair of eyes – or eye, in this case – always proved a solid asset in an investigation. What could they have overlooked that she had not? "There is a Lubruscan scent,” She began slowly. “But it's not close to this area, and I know the wolf.” Instantly, potential ideas whirled, in search of any solid, authentic lie to cover up Kai’s involvement. What could he possibly say? The bodies that brought her to Ferus to begin with swirled against sorrel; Xanthe and Pandora, the purveyors of personal disaster– and then, all of a sudden, he recalled his ticket. Why lie when truths would function every bit as well? He already had authentic reasoning, and she hers; all the truth needed was to be a bit stretched. “She's too crippled to pull anything even close to this off.” A soft amused huff puffed between puce lips; a cripple that could effortlessly cart bodies across borders. “There's the scent of a pair of rogues, and it's fresh.” Now, there was a theory he could help confirm. Patiently, he waited for a faint lapse, a pause so he could provide the proof he amassed. “Might I interject?” He began as soon as Aspen had finished, setting down slips of fur he’d collected, taking care to ensure they weren’t suddenly whisked by wind. “The Lubruscan she-wolf is Omega Kai. Ventus ordered her to assist me in deliver Pandora and Xanthe back for burial. Their bodies should be,” he trailed off, pointing his nose beyond the brush. “Behind the bush. Although tailless and three-legged, I should add that she has quite an ‘eye-catching’ bite.” He added slyly, a little harmless lighthearted jest. “I gathered a sample of fur from Tenshi and Kurumi. Take a look. It’s a male, foreign to Ferus territory. Take into account the nature of Tenshi’s wounds. Broken spine, mangled scruff, the back of his body – he had to have been running away. It firstly implies the wolf’s first intentions were to kill – why exactly, we don’t know - but I’m theorizing it had something to do with eliminating potential witnesses. Secondly, they reveal the size. Breaking someone’s back is typically done through either throwing them, or jumping on top of them at the right angle – and given the fact that Tenshi was over half-way grown, an extremely large wolf is necessary to break it in the way that he had. This may be a smidge – darker,” he began. “But given the fact that both Oshim’s body and Sakia are gone suggests, like Aspen claimed, two attackers. Given how inconveniently heavy Oshim’s body would be to lift, I’m thinking cannibalism, or perhaps ritualistic purposes.” Carefully, he lowered his haunches, neatly folding his tail over his paws. “I’m not sure if you’re seeking volunteers,” he began hopefully. “But if you want, I’m willing.”
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Post by Hunter Aspen on Jun 4, 2018 21:47:52 GMT -8
As her theory hung in the air, the mono-optical bitch watched as the form of the Herding Superior made his merry way into the borders. Secondhand blood splattered over his muzzle and chest, so she could only assume that the boy's blood had either spilled on him from carrying him, or he had just done an Azazel in the common grounds. The latter was more likely, after all, Solex had left the kid with a broken back and no herbs. Her eye lay upon him as he stood aside, poking at the corpse's paws for some odd reason. He still smelled like Lubrusca, and after the disaster of a time that they had had there, she didn't know why he would want to. He could have at least washed in the shitstream they called a river. "Might I inject?" he piped up. Seriously, were all of the wolves at the borders infected with some sort of idiocy bug? If no one was talking it was an open invitation. Aspen took a small step back, allowing Flint into their circle of conversation as she started speaking. "The Lubruscan she-wolf is Omega Kai. Ventus ordered her to assist me in deliver Pandora and Xanthe back for burial," a statement left Flint's mouth that Aspen immediately analyzed. It could easily be true, but then again, it could just as easily be a lie. He and that pile of remains had seemed much too friendly before Pandora and Xanthe had been killed. "Their bodies should be... behind the bush. Although tailless and three-legged, I should add that she has quite an ‘eye-catching’ bite.”Aspen's eye, head attached of course, swiveled slowly towards the little shit beside her, locking onto him with a hurricane brewing behind it. "I will fucking murder you," the bitch hissed towards Flint, spite lacing her tone like nightshade to a poison. Her tail thrashed once behind her before she turned back to the conversation, a scowl gracing her naturally bitchy features. That acorn of a wolf had the balls to laugh when Kai had poked fun, but now seemed to have the audacity to poke 'fun' himself. Whatever balls he had grown, Aspen mentally promised herself to rip them off. “I gathered a sample of fur from Tenshi and Kurumi. Take a look. It’s a male, foreign to Ferus territory. Take into account the nature of Tenshi’s wounds. Broken spine, mangled scruff, the back of his body – he had to have been running away. It firstly implies the wolf’s first intentions were to kill – why exactly, we don’t know - but I’m theorizing it had something to do with eliminating potential witnesses. Secondly, they reveal the size. Breaking someone’s back is typically done through either throwing them, or jumping on top of them at the right angle – and given the fact that Tenshi was over half-way grown, an extremely large wolf is necessary to break it in the way that he had. This may be a smidge – darker,” the rest of Flint's words were reasonable enough, and for once, actually contributed to the theories. Whatever was bound to come, Aspen could only hope wouldn't bee too idiotic. Leaning forwards, Aspen took a gander at the fur that Flint claimed to have extracted from the claws of the two victims as Flint began to speak. It was just as he had said it was, some oaf's very black, musty, bloody fur, so she gave up trying to investigate it more. “But given the fact that both Oshim’s body and Sakia are gone suggests, like Aspen claimed, two attackers. Given how inconveniently heavy Oshim’s body would be," Aspen gave a small chuff. Even though she knew he was most definitely dead, the fact that he would be forever Ferus' fatass in her eye would never cease to entertain her. "...to lift, I’m thinking cannibalism, or perhaps ritualistic purposes. I’m not sure if you’re seeking volunteers, but if you want, I’m willing.”Aspen blinked as Flint wrapped up his monologue. He seemed to know quite a bit about ritualistic sacrifices and cult activities. What messed up history did he have that had lead him to these conclusions? Aspen suspiciously raised an eyebrow at Flint, but let it slide. It that would help solve this mystery then so be it. But then again, it is also a grandiose assumption to make. If it skewed this investigation in some completely random direction, Aspen would never let him live that down. She chucked her head close to Flint's ear, muttering, "Great job throwing your girlfriend into the fire there Flintie. Confirming that Lubrusca was on our territory is just what Ferus wants to hear." Giving him a false toothy smile, she turned her attention back to Jay and awaited his response with her standard level of constant annoyance and bitchiness. @flint Alpha Jay General Azazel Salutary Solex |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2018 18:13:25 GMT -8
Dis strode to the borders beside her pack mates with an oddly rigid posture, something darker plaguing her mind influencing her walk, almost appearing stormy. The ivory female was keeping her mind mostly empty, confused by the emotions that involuntarily flooded her mind at even the slight thought of Oshim, and therefore she preferred to keep them out. Her intensely-sanguine gaze studied the borders as she arrived. One lone body, Dis may even say practically corpse, lay mangled upon the ground in a manner Dis may have found disgusting were she not so conditioned and stoney towards matters of gore and violence. Though only one wolf was upon the ground, the scent of the blood and previous presence of many other wolves amalgamated together in a slightly nauseating intermingling, though the scent of Sakia's blood seemed to be missing. Perhaps she had escaped. Coward, if so, Dis cannot help but think, though she understands the instinct of self-preservation.. The scent of Oshim's blood seemed to scream inside her mind every time she caught a whiff. Upon Jay's inquiry about Kurumi, Azazel nods, and a confirming snap resounds through the air, putting one part of the situation to rest, at least. Dis listens closely to the studies of the salutary and hunter, interest piquing as Aspen mentions the possibility of their proximity, ruby eyes then moving from Aspen to Flint as Flint 'interjects,' interest again piquing at the mention of cannibalism and ritualism Dis watches Aspen's interactions with Flint with a slightly raised brow, though not in judgement. In her mind, she cannot help but let out a chuckle at the comment about Oshim's weight. However, she keeps her ears attentive in interest to what her pack mates are saying, them being more the brains while Dis was a bit more brawn, though not at all to say she wasn't smart. However, she doubted she could contribute as helpful as Flint and Aspen who were so well-versed in these kinds of 'investigations,' if you will. It certainly earned interest and respect from Dis. "I'm not sure if you're seeking volunteers, but if you want, I'm willing," Flint finishes up. Dis raises her bow ever so slightly and turns her attention to her alpha, waiting upon his words. @jay General Azazel @flint Hunter Aspen Salutary Solex OOC: Quick post, now I have to study for my math final looming ahead of me tomorrow... |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2018 11:09:01 GMT -8
Strong legs of muscle and bone pushed her forward in a trot after her comrades. Her body was rigid, poised, her form moving rhythmically across the terrain in a quiet manner, yet, her mind was incapable of staying quiet, the voices within her heads yapping deliriously, confused and worried of what she was to find at the borders. As if on cue the stench of blood suddenly crossed paths with her, it caused a momentary falter in her stride and a single wince to cross over her face, and like a rabbit ducking back into its hole beneath the surface, Dawn’s misstep of appearance disappeared as quickly as it came, an impassive expression instead set hard into her jaw as orbs of oaken brown looked about the outskirts.
Could Xanthe be also muddled up in this massacre? Hard to believe a Ferus wolf had so much worry in her thoughts. Well, she wasn’t a Ferus wolf. Dawn believed not yet anyways. The she-wolf wouldn’t dare grant herself the satisfaction of feeling apart of Ferus till she truly felt like it, till she could prove it, and the war she had been a part of wasn’t much of an esteem booster either. The female released a heavy sigh, ears ducking to the sides of her broad skull while she watched Azazel and Dis go in their own directions. “I guess I’m on my own then.” Words mumbled were to herself, Dawn slowing her form into a heavy walk, gaze avoiding the site of the bloody scene, and instead going more so to furthest edge of territory, looking to see if she could find something that the others hadn’t from just looking at the mangled bodies.
And she did.
Dawn couldn’t help but heaved a painful sigh at the site of the two limp bodies. Covered in a blanket of dust they laid limp. The crows were circling, some cawing from above while others hopped round the carcasses, scattering quickly as Dawn moved forward. The intensity of her gaze was less upon Pandora. She didn’t know the she-wolf that well, only that she was a well accomplished fighter, and had well earned the rank of a Delta. But Dawn’s gaze appeared very differently when looking to Xanthe. In the midst of this whole journey she was going through Dawn would’ve liked to believe she had made at least one friend. And it wasn’t as if either of them were extremely close, but they were often together. Did that even count?
“Damn it Xanthe.” The she-wolf pawed at the dirt with an aggravated exhale between her teeth. Able to see that they clearly were not a part of the earlier massacre as their bodies still lay intact, no stomach squelching wounds that flipped ones insides in a topsy turvy. Momentarily thinking that maybe they were spared the treatment. But she again doubted such. Instead her haunches lowered to a sit. She knew Jay wouldn’t need her at this exact moment; she’ll go in a minute anyways.
And so the female sat motionless, only her fur moving with the wind as it softly brushed past her. Her ears swung forward as she looked over the bodies. Not much she could do now. What’s done is done. Her thoughts concluded. Crying was stupid. She never cried. Not in public anyways. Stupid to cry.
At the thought, Dawn couldn’t help but scoff with a half hearted smile. “I wonder... What would one think if they saw a Ferus wolf cry…?” The 2-year old closed her eyes as she gave out a despairing chuckle.
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