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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 16:18:25 GMT -8
One brown eye and one rose swept over the open terrain as the male stepped forward, having just picked himself up from the slick ground. Despite his careful watch, it was his ears that were the first to pick up on something amiss - a quiet, bubbly giggle rising from the nearby brush. Oddly enough, Sollux’s first thought was not hesitance to be in the presence of another wolf. Rather, it was annoyance: Someone saw that, didn’t they?
Slowly, cautiously, the male picked his way forward. Perhaps he was antisocial, but he also happened to be a curious young wolf. Nonetheless, he kept himself on guard, ready to defend himself or run, the latter likely being his best bet should the hidden stranger be larger and stronger than himself. As he grew closer, the wolf’s scent became more clear. It was the soft, warm fragrance of vanilla. With his intrigue building, the male pushed himself through the thick brush and looked around.
What - or rather who - he found was a bit surprising. Concealed from his sight within the branches and stalks of the brush and grass was a rather petite wolf. What was more surprising to Sollux was that she - the stranger was decidedly feminine, by her scent and a closer analysis of her features, though somewhat tomboyish they were - seemed to be about his own age. His eyes brushed over her, hesitantly and cautiously, taking in her appearance. She was quite small, though only a bit shorter in height than he himself. Her pelt was an array of pale hues, and her eyes were a light golden-brown.
Perhaps it was the fact that this stranger was his own age that caused him to let his guard down; he’d always been friendly with the pups his age back with the group, or at least some of them. Perhaps he had grown used to being somewhat comfortable around wolves his own age, despite his time alone. He took a step towards the smaller wolf, looking toward her with a mix of wariness and curiosity in his heterochromatic eyes. After the odd moment of silence, Sollux parted his lips to speak. He wouldn’t typically speak to a stranger so quickly, but she seemed harmless enough. Besides, he was alone. There was no one present to make the first move, to elicit speech from strangers so that he might gauge their actions and deem them trustworthy or not.
“Hey there,” he said slowly, hesitantly. “What’s your name?” The words passed through his lips with a bit of a lisp, a slight speech impediment he’d possessed ever since he was young. His words were few, as he disliked speaking to others more than was necessary. He simply stood and waited, watching the wolf before him carefully as he awaited a reply.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 16:25:49 GMT -8
Eleven watched as the male cautiously maneuver his way forward and towards her. She hoped the young male wouldn't outright attack her, then again she had yet to meet someone of her own kind that would do that. Nonetheless her heart pounded with adrenaline, the rush of caution creeping round a corner at the potential danger. She had felt this before, yet she had to encounter someone who posed an actual threat. And not just a petty threat for Rowan's attention. Her ears flattened some at the thought as a sad expression bothered its way onto her face. She wouldn't let it last long however as the honey and fresh snow smelling body drew closer. As the male caught sight of her, Eleven only blinked with wide brown eyes at him as he scanned her tomboy-ish features. He approached her more with caution and that's when El caught sight of something that completely intrigued her. The male bore two different colored eyes, one chocolate brown like her own and the other a pretty shade... Pink! It was her favorite color. She could only stare in awe at the slightly taller male, he was unique, special. She had never seen someone with such different eye colors and it only made her more curious. Perhaps even more willing to befriend the male.
"Hey there," he said hesitantly. "What's your name?" the last sentence highlighted his speech impediment. It was dare she think, extremely endearing? The younger mentally wanted to pinch his cheeks and bash over how adorable he was. Yet outwardly she only held a sweet, shy smile. The male infront of her indeed seemed trustworthy, or maybe perhaps Eleven was a little too trusting. Whatever the situation, she knew she wanted to befriend the young male. It would be nice to at least have someone her own age instead of cranky older wolves bleeding out of every pore. "Eleven." came her soft whispered tone of voice, her tail slightly shifting side to side as she looked up at the slight taller lupine. "What's yours?" she said with a small tilt to her head. Her mind began to race with ideas for fun games to play, she never got to play with anyone her own age before. Way back when, only Benny had played with her for a short while before he went away forever. Perhaps Eleven could even bring the young male back to the group and show him off to everybody. Show them how unique and pretty he was. She would like that. But not yet. El thought stubbornly. No as for now, she was still mad at Rowan and semi-so Wingnut. But at least now she wasn't alone.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 15:19:21 GMT -8
Dusty awoke after sometime, the sun was still high in the sky, so he assumed he had only slept for at least an hour. He yawned and pulled himself from the shelter of the shrubs. He looked to and fro to make sure there were no threats in sight and then stretched his limbs. A great sensation crawled up his legs as he stretched them, for they had been tucked beneath him in the cramped space of his makeshift den. Shaking out his fur, he sniffed the air and listened to the sounds around him. It was just the wind and a bird making song, nothing dangerous.
He knew one thing was for certain, he had to eat. His stomach sent a complaint to his brain and made sure Dusty was aware that he needed to eat soon. Standing around wasn't going to serve him any good and it wasn't like prey was going to dance in front of him, begging him to eat them. He giggled at the thought, but carried on.
His travels brought him to an area that looked almost the exact same. The same bland flora with the same dreary scenery. There wasn't any shade either, and he swore he could hear his pelt sizzling. But his eyes lifted from his trail and rested on a group of wolves. He made a hasty halt and dove into cover. He was unaware if these wolves were dangerous or not; even if they were nice, you wouldn't just want to wander over all la di da. It was rude and could make a single wolf look like a threat.
It had been a while since Dusty had socialized with anyone and he admitted, it was very lonely. He was not one for the solitary life and it made him terrified of every turn without having someone to watch his back. He came to the conclusion after mulling it over in his head that he would observe the group of rogues and if they seemed friendly enough, he would join them. After all, they had fresh kill and had enough to share. So, hopefully they were a generous bunch.
He observed some adult wolves, a few who seemed injured. Possibly from the deer that they had killed, but Dusty was just assuming. He continued to scan the members, there was one little body. Its pale fur stuck out to his yellow eyes. It didn't seem to look like a wolf, he knew that wolves had all sorts of different shapes and sizes, but this one was. He couldn't put a word to it, but it was strange looking; something he had never seen before. He made sure his scent wasn't wafting over to the group of rogues and he made sure to remain positively still, the only noise he had made was from his previous dive for cover. His eyes continued to analyze the strangers, only when he decided that they were a calm and peaceful group, would he show himself.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 18:18:35 GMT -8
Sky like hues darted sleepily toward a small multi-colored wild coyote. In return Mint assumed she had complied, as she darted off. Perhaps doing a favor? The big male coyote's voice suddenly boomed in the pups ears. The sound of his name instantly had him happily at his attention, a white tail wagging furiously knowing he had just been addressed. They did understand him! At least, to a point. " Mint, why - are - you - sick?" he drew out the syllables in a peculiar way. What was he trying to imply? Mint again searched through the phases, trying to pick out what was most familiar. Coming to a conclusion, the only other word besides his name that he understood was 'why'. He had heard it several times by different wild coyotes. Little Mint slowly pieced together what he knew, and that was: why seemed to be accompanied by a curious expression, like asking something of him. So, he concluded that the big wild coyote was asking him something, the big problem being what. "Sik?" he would repeat in his own way, cocking his head in hopes of a better explanation. Before the coyote could do anything, though, Mints brows furrowed in deep thought. If he couldn't speak their crazy language, he would have to show them how he communicated. How he had once upon a time expressed himself toward his lost brother Ash and his mute mother. A tiny form struggled to weak and unstable limbs, offering him little support due to his dehydration, starvation, and sickness. The package combined was taking a terrible toll on not only his body, but his growth as a youngster. Nevertheless, the albino pup would find his way toward the males paw. There, Mint would again sit on his hanches before placing a tiny little white paw on that of a huge one. The pup looked toward the wild coyote with an encouraging smile, a long tail still wagging and beating against the ground in excitement. The likelihood of the brute understanding was slim, but his small undeveloped mind found this hint obvious. Surely he could at least get the hint that Mint had other ways of 'speaking'?
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2017 18:04:07 GMT -8
Going after Eleven still, Rain has stopped her muttering to herself. It wouldn't do her or anyone else any good and besides, it was taking up energy and breath to do it and she needed to concentrate on catching up to Eleven. Honestly she didn't know why the pup would run off like this, not at all, though she does have an idea. Probably about the new pup. Jealousy perhaps? It doesn't matter to Rain, but she needed to get Eleven back like Rowan told her to do. Even though Eleven doesn't like Rain, like probably at all, still a mystery to her, but still, Rain wont leave Eleven out here, it isn't safe and she is part of their group. As Rain gets near the bush that Eleven is hiding in, she pauses for a moment to catch her breath as well as try and figure out where the pup went. She can smell her, but she also cant force her to come with, it would only result in a chase and really, Rain cant be doing that at all. Letting out a small sigh Rain continues her movement forward and out of sight before pausing and looking back, only to see Eleven come out of the bush and move away. Rain follows at a distance, not enough to be seen and not heard, she will just follow and wait until Eleven starts going home or wants to go. Even when Eleven gives off a yip and slides down the small embankment, Rain doesn't go down to help. Also the fact it isn't smart for her to chase her down their either so she follows. When Rain catches the sent of another wolf she speeds up some so she can see what is going on but pauses when the wolf doesn't attack Eleven, just asks calmly who she is and Rain wasn't getting any aggressive stances or looks off him so she doesn't rush in. Even though the new male wolf isn't aggressive looking or anything, it is kind of time to make her presence known. Shes getting tired of following Eleven around and Rowan did say he wanted Eleven back with him. Rain finds a spot that isn't steep and makes her way down it, holding back a growl of pain, coming to stand behind Eleven. She isn't showing aggression, more alertness. "Eleven, why don't you introduce me to your new friend?"
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2017 18:06:38 GMT -8
Twizzle
"Lead the way, Twizzle." Snow Rose's soft voice entered Twizzle's ears but he showed no response to the words. Instead he began to search for any nearby scents. He didn't care if he was leading or following, he was just here to do his job. Anything else he would drift pass with a nod and perhaps a word or two. Nothing more. Soon enough, however, the scent of the wolf who had recently spoke to Rowan. Twizzle lifted his ebony masked head up and looked at the she-wolf through narrowed yellow eyes. He stood stoically and silently while his current companion asked the she-wolf of her name.
Twizzle would wait patiently while the new female would say her name and then turn to continue looking for scents. There were many scent trails left by field mice and he soon began to try and block the annoying scents out. Mice wouldn't feed a whole group of injured wolves. Turning back to the two she-wolves, Twizzle spoke in his usual calm and collected manner. "If either of you smell pheasants or hares please tell me. I don't believe our growing and injured group will get on with only mice and squirrels in their stomachs."
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2017 16:04:10 GMT -8
The small voice that Eleven spoke to her in made her growl slightly. Other's didn't teach her to avoid emotions, she did it on her own accord to avoid the effects of the bullies in her first pack. She watched dutifully, but said nothing as the young wolf departed, obviously distressed in a way that Wingnut couldn't help her. However, her attention turned to the tiny white bundle that had appeared sometime recently, and was cuddling up to Rowan. Just looking at the pup with no knowledge of herbs or healing, the tawny she-wolf could tell that he was in bad shape. The fact that when Rowan stood up and the small frame began to dry heave after jumping around, she could tell that he was sick, and in desperate need of help. Flicking her gaze to the departing form of Rain, Wingnut finally got her paws under her. Her bruised chest wasn't hurting as much as it had initially, but it still throbbed when she walked. Bringing herself closer to Rowan's downed form, she gently lay down, planting herself closer to both the pup and her leader. "He needs sustinance, or he's not going to last for much longer out here," Wingnut stated, her monotone voice slightly raspy, and completely business-like. She seriously doubted that the tiny bundle of bones would make it more than a few days if Snow Rose didn't get to him. "Shall I get Snow Rose? Elspeth could hunt as a pair with my brother, and she could evaluate the pup," the she-wolf suggested, casting her slightly off-putting amber gaze to the odd-looking pup. Alpha Rowan @tadase OOC: Sorry for the wait (if anyone was waiting on me) |
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2017 17:03:03 GMT -8
Rowan
"Do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on."
Rowan furrowed his brows in mild frustration as his words didn't seem to get through to the pup. This language barrier was going to be a big task to overcome if he was going to consider taking Mint in as well, but he knew he would have to be patient with the strangely-scented albino anyways. It was interesting to see that Mint had picked up on the fact that he was asking a question, it made the brute wonder where he had come from and what his circumstances were; and it still puzzled him as to why the pup didn't smell right, it was something incredibly familiar but Rowan just couldn't pinpoint the origins. Perhaps it was just his body that was focused on healing his wounds and gouged out eye that slowed his usually sharp mind.
"He needs sustinance, or he's not going to last for much longer out here," It was Wingnut's sudden comment that drew Rowan's attention away from Mint as he seemed to be trying to stand up, a monotoned hum being his only response to the chocolate she-wolf's observation, one that he had drawn a conclusion to the moment Mint had introduced himself. "Shall I get Snow Rose? Elspeth could hunt as a pair with my brother, and she could evaluate the pup," Wingnut's suggestion was one that he had not yet pondered, Rowan's grey eye closing in thought while his empty socket seemed to twinge at the slight movement. She was right though, Snow Rose would know how to handle this situation as she seemed to be a lot more patient and knowledgable than Rowan could ever hope to be, but at the same time he hated the thought of Wingnut splitting off from the group as well. At the moment, they were all in different places and in different situations. It was Eleven who crossed his mind at this thought, a torrent of worry throbbing in his chest. He knew that he must've done something wrong by her, and he ached to amend his mistake with the youngling, but he had to focus at the task at hand.
Rowan opened his eye as Mint placed his tiny paw on top of his own, which dwarfed the younger's. A smile twitched at the edge of his lip before he looked to Wingnut. He gave a nod. "You're right, it would be best if Snow Rose were here." He blinked, knowing that there were more words to add to his speech. "Please hurry back, and stay safe. We don't need anymore drama. You could even stay to hunt with your brother if you wish." He knew that Wingnut had been mildly injured in their tussle with the buck, but he felt it would be a polite thing to do if he offered to give her a job, but he wouldn't fore it upon her. Rowan would give the she-wolf a grateful smile as she would leave to fetch the healer. He really did owe Snow Rose a lot...
The brute would turn his attention back to Mint, a look of determination held strong with his features as he insisted on getting his words across to the pup, perhaps even teach him if he needed to. "Mint," he began slowly, "why - sick?" As he said the word 'sick' Rowan made a gesture that would resemble what Mint had been doing earlier, hoping that his fake-dry-heaving would spark the connection in the pups mind. "Sick." He repeated once again to emphasise the relation between his action and the word.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2017 21:43:15 GMT -8
Though she was terrible with emotions, gears happened to contain no life. Those that she could almost see turning in Rowan's head were almost comforting. A leader that could still think logically, even after such horrific injuries was respectable; a quality that Wingnut very much appreciated. "You're right, it would be best if Snow Rose were here. Please hurry back, and stay safe. We don't need anymore drama. You could even stay to hunt with your brother if you wish," Rowan finalized. Her response was a sharp nod before she turned and began to lope in the general direction that her brother and Snow Rose had. Travelling at her regular brisk pace, the numb she-wolf ignored the pain in her chest as she continued scenting the air, quickly spotting the scents she was looking for. Familiarity, herbs, and mud, just the trio she needed to find. Logically, they were a hunting party, and she knew to soften her steps as to keep prey near. Approaching the group as her brother finished speaking, Wingnut dipped her head to her kin before turning her full attention to the alabaster healer. "Snow Rose, there is a desperately ill pup with Rowan. Your presence is needed immediately," her monotones almost ordered. She doubted that the healer wouldn't want to attend to the pup she believed to be called 'Mint,' but she wasn't taking any chances. Flicking her head back the way she came, the tawny she-wolf set out at a crisp jog. She dismissed the opportunity to hunt with her brother; her chest still panged with every step she took. Within a few minutes, she had arrived back at Rowan's resting position, most likely with Snow Rose trailing behind her. The fit she-wolf wasn't puffed, just in slight pain from her jog. Not wasting time with words, she merely lay down not far from her monoptical leader. As she looked and smelled the pup further, he seemed off. She didn't quite know how though; it was just something that tickled her sensitive nasals. Perhaps Snow Rose could figure it out, perhaps in time the small creature would speak. @tadase Alpha Rowan Salutary Snow Rose @twizzle @elspeth |
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2017 19:29:33 GMT -8
The half wolf's cranium turned to and fro as the big wild coyote talked to another of whom had walked up. It was exciting, oh so exciting, to imagine that he was right in the heart of their land. It was frustrating also, though, knowing that he hadn't a clue what they were saying. For all he knew they could be discussing how to distribute his flesh and bones amongst the many of them, but Mint couldn't help but think they were all real nice coyotes. After all, they hadn't eaten him yet, and the one infront of him was even trying to communicate. Mint turned and faced the strange brown wild coyote. My, she had a peculiar coat. He had never seen a coyote that looked like her. Mint prepared to playfully pounce into her face when suddenly she rose, walking off in some other direction. Did everyone not like him? They were all leaving! The pup wanted to pout, but his stomach instead threatened another queasy look on his face. The albino pup suddenly lazily dropped to the floor, dragging his head along the dusty floor as a despairing moan escaped his lips. His ears would lightly perk as the coyote again spoke, pronouncing familiar sounds that he had just said. A questioning word, and 'sik'. Following this the wild coyote began mimicking what he had been doing earlier, or rather what his stomach forced him to. Mint quickly lifted his head, tail wagging once again as a perky smile showed on his expression. He was asking about his stomach! The pup began slurring out a mess of sounds and phrases, only to pause in an instant. None of that made any sort of sense, at least probably not to the rogue before him. Though, before Mint could think up a way to express his answer, his head would again drop to the floor. A wave of pain surged through his body, a quivering tail anxious for some relief. The wave moved rapidly, from his stomach to his mouth, and in mere seconds the few remains of his previous meal spilled onto the ground. While his throat sizzled with the burning stomach acid that had just came up, Mint would look upon his mess to find those nasty tiny white worms, as he thought they were. They were dead, but they were there, still clinging to the rotting meat. Mint staggered up to his paws, backing away with a frustrated growl toward the bugs. About a foot away, the pup collapsed again, this time gently placing his head between his paws. His stomach still gurgled with pain, but it was dying down, a relief that Mint needed. Contrary to this, the emptying of his stomach took up a lot of energy he imagined he didn't have. Ivory sides heaved while a pair of bright blue hues fluttered in exhaustion. All he wanted right now was to sleep, and without anyone to object in his silent wish Mint complied to his urge to stock on energy. As his eyes drooped he would hardly notice that the pretty coyote had returned, in fact not running away from him. Meanwhile, as his mind finally took to darkness, his body would shiver occasionally with feverish chills. Deaths arms were eager to welcome him.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 16:23:50 GMT -8
Snow Rose
"I will always be the optimist, the hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams."
The angelic female tossed her gaze towards the chocolate male, Snow could see the gears in his mind ticking as he was probably thinking up a plan for their hunt. "If either of you smell pheasants or hares please tell me. I don't believe our growing and injured group will get on with only mice and squirrels in their stomachs." This seemed reasonable, the she-wolf giving a nod of her head and a delicate hum in approval, though Snow Rose was still slightly hesitant about her competency to hunt, though she would do anything for this group if it meant their safety and health. However, before the timber-tinted healer even had the chance to lower her nose to the ground, a monotonous tone caught her attention as another earthen-hued wolf entered the area; Wingnut. "Snow Rose, there is a desperately ill pup with Rowan. Your presence is needed immediately,"
These words made Rose's shoulders sag with relief at the news that she wouldn't have to end any little critter's life today, though he mind raced at the thought of a pup being "desperately ill". Considering that it was a pup in question, the circumstances that it had fallen under might've meant death to the unknown youngling. "Right, I'm sorry I have to leave you both, but I wish you the best of luck with your hunting," she chimed to her companions, her heart thundering in her chest as she hoped that she would be able to save this pup. Snow Rose stayed close to the heel of Wingnut as she lead her back, eager to see what was wrong with the newfound youngling.
Although it only took a mere few minutes to arrive at their destination, Snow Rose knew that for every second they wasted was only a step closer to an uncertain death for this proclaimed pup. It was upon arriving that her heart sunk to her paws. The healer bolted past Wingnut, stop to sniff the albino form that lay practically limp across the ground. His scent was strange, unfamiliar yet completely similar to her own. "Coywolf," she announced quite suddenly, not particularly worried about his heritage at this point, she quickly moved on to the puked up goop that lay not too far from his quivering bodice. She once again inhaled the scent while observing the white grubs that seemed to riddle the substance. Snow Rose gagged on the smell, taking a step back as her eyes began to water. "Maggots and a rotten carcass," she choked out as she pushed the discuss down into her stomach along with the rising bile at the thought of someone being subjected to actually eating that kind of filth.
Without a moment's notice she sprung away from the group, her paws bouncing across the earth as she began to shower the surroundings for the herbs that she needed. She knew that if she didn't hurry the pup would be dragged into death's hands, the young body not being able to handle this kind of sickness. Snow Rose paused as a plant caught her sight, withering but still alive lay a camomile flower right in the middle of the expansive plains of the Brush Lands. She scooped up this rare find in her jaw, hopeful that this pup would indeed survive if she tried hard enough.
Returning to the pup with a camomile bud to sooth his stomach and add to his strength, chervil roots to ease the bellyache, a few juniper berries to also aid his stomach and some ragweed to help build his strength back, she gentle poked her damp nose to his small shoulder, hoping to wake to unconscious pup so that he could consume the herbs. If this worked, Snow Rose would give the waking pup a gentle and soothing smile. "Hello, eat these," she spoke with silvery tunes, nudging the bundle of plants forward for him to consume, "They will help you." Snow Rose was still unaware of his lack of linguistics, but hopefully the pup would understand the simple word "eat" accompanied by her gesturing to the plants.
However, if the pup were not to wake up to her prodding, Snow Rose would cringe at the next thing she would have to report to. Nudging his jaws open, the she-wolf would try and feed the youngling as best she could. She would chew what needed to be chewed before feeding this down his throat in a very mother-bird-esc style. It was a very gross and unsightly method of making the pup consume the herbs, but it was the best way to do it for now.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 17:56:16 GMT -8
Dusty's legs were getting sore. Crouching down in cover was starting to take its toll on his lean muscular build. The cover he was in wasn't exactly much cover at all. It didn't really protect him from the harsh sunlight that began to beat down on his pelt. From just being extremely uncomfortable, he wanted to leap from his hiding place and waltz over to the band of rogues and introduce himself. But he knew that would be clearly a mistake and could get him killed.
The group of wolves had quite a few members for just being a band of rogues. Dusty has previously witnessed rogues traveling in either a pair or at the most, four members. This group was one of a kind, that was for sure, but he couldn't help to think of how long they would last. After all, they weren't an established pack, and most wolves desire to belong to a pack. At least, he does, but he couldn't speak for all the wolves out there of course.
The dust colored wolf remained still, he was debating on approaching the group, there were safety in numbers and they all seemed friendly enough. After all, they hadn't killed the white pup or chased him off. From what Dusty could see and smell, the pup was sick and true rogues would either leave it to die, or kill it themselves. Before he could rise and walk over to the wolves, a female, burst into the group. She seemed panicked and was doing everything she possibly could to help the white pup that was now laying on the ground, dangerously still. The three year old flicked an ear, he was unsure if now was the best time to approach the group, but they could use some help. And Dusty was a wolf that would lend a helping paw to anyone who needed it.
Mustering up the strength and courage to approach, he took a deep breath and trotted towards the wolves. This wasn't the first time Dusty has ever approached a group of wolves and he knew that acting over confident would be a red flag to any wolf outside of the social circle. Dusty lowered his head, ears and body as he got closer to the wolves, and averted his eyes as to not stare at the others directly. However, he kept them in his peripheral vision so that if they did charge him, he would notice it and flee. He got very close to the group of rogues and as he did so, his stomach fur was nearly brushing the ground. His tail was wagging low to the ground and brushing across the grass below. He licked his lips and spoke.
"Hello! I couldn't help but to notice that all of you could use some help." He looked to a large male who was missing an eye and had several wounds on his body. He winced at the sight, "Some of you are injured and you seem to have a sick pup on your paws. I don't know a whole lot about healing, but I would love to do anything I possibly can in my power to help you wolves in any way, shape, or form." Dusty made sure to keep his tone and voice soft and polite. He knew the situation of the sick pup was dire and more than likely, the wolves were panicked or afraid in some way or another. Raising his voice or sounding too confident could alert them or put them off and cause them to chase him away. Regardless, he wanted to do what he could to help them out. They could do introductions later, all Dusty was concerned about was the wellbeing of the wolves in this group. Call it naïve, or stupid, but this was the way Dusty was and he couldn't help it.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 9:20:14 GMT -8
It hadn't been too long since she parted ways with her traveling companion. She really knew how to talk someone's ears off, but Joy preferred her company over being alone and vulnerable. The brush landscape was perfumed with sundry scents with scattered distribution, and no singular or similar origin, which foreclosed the possibility that this was a pack's territory. Packs were far more frightening than rogues. Pack wolves were like kings sitting up on their high thrones, spectating the unrest of the rogue lands for entertainment. They were advanced in ways that rogues couldn't stand up to without being chased away, beaten or killed. The rogues had to stick together, form relationships, and help each other or else they'd all jeopardize their survival. That's why Joy didn't have any fears about approaching a rogue aside from the social anxiety that came along with it. There was one gliding along like a breeze. She spotted his blur of rustic hues; red, mostly, and a lingering sparkle of gold that trailed the hind of his trek. It was a pretty color that Joy was lured to, like a rusty old rainbow whose base no one would care to follow, but actually holds the finest riches and golds, that puts the other rainbows to shame. Like a moth to a light, Joy followed in awe behind the wolf who didn't seem to notice her presence. She was as tall as the grass and on many occasions a snapping collision of two pods in front of her would abruptly hinder her sight. She lifted her snout into the air, reaching just above the surface of the turf. One might have mistaken her for a cattail. The most alluring scents she made out were those of flowers and herbs. Rose, lavender, and other pleasant, kind smells lied just north of the rusty rogue who she was following. Maybe he had caught the same scents. At this point, Joy was practically at the rogue's feet, prancing behind him with excitement. She made the incorrect assumption that he had noticed her and approved of her presence, and Joy was very glad to have a new traveling companion. Her tail wagged in delight as she danced around his hind legs, traveling sweetly and blissfuly towards the hopeful scent of heaven and goodness that was rose and lavender. But suddenly, he dropped to the ground, and Joy's tan head involuntarily exposed itself behind his bum, and she caught a glimpse of, four and a half wolves. In embarrassment, she, too, ducked and touched her belly to the grass. Maybe nobody noticed her. Behind her social anxiety that was skyrocketing at the moment was a certain curiosity that she didn't know how to describe. Four and a half wolves. That white blob of a creature wasn't anything she could understand. It appeared to be dead. Perhaps it was a rodent that the group of rogues had exterminated and were planning to feed on. If that was the case, Joy wanted in. Her stomach growled, and a tongue swung over the black tip of her snout. She reached her head around the red rogue's hind leg to have another peek, but what she saw excluded her previous conclusion. That pup was something related to her and everyone else here. There was the lavender. She was beautiful, elegant. Joy could have stared at her for ages fantasizing about having a mother that beautiful. Her fur was rosy cream, a stereotypical but undeniable symbol of love and beauty. Another rosy beauty was the tall, fuzzy looking she-wolf with the caramel eyes. In the same vicinity was a tall, dark figure that had a galactic appearance; a midnight brown coat with night-sky black accents and starry, amber eyes. There were such pretty wolves here. Except for the monster male. Joy had to avert her eyes from the blood and horror terrorizing his face and body. But that white little pup, with the big ears, pink nose, and the long-little legs, she couldn't describe as anything but freaky. Maybe it wouldn't have been so unsettling if it were alive. @dusty @tadase Salutary Snow Rose@miraa @wingnut Alpha Rowan
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2017 13:20:28 GMT -8
. : . Timeskip . : .
From her position on the ground, the creamy she-wolf gazed skyward through guilt-ridden caramel eyes. The brown orbs did not turn to those injured during the hunt, nor the pretty, pale healer who appeared just in time to aid them. Her mind, however, remained tethered to those she refused to look at, the images of their battered forms reaching her nonetheless, plaguing her with vivid memories of the disastrous hunt. Miraa herself had escaped unscathed, but that fact was the one she despised the most.
You were there, her thoughts hissed venomously. You were there and you did nothing. Weak. Coward. Coward, coward, coward. The poisonous and painfully true words echoed in her mind, tainting each and every thought. Her eyes squeezed shut as though that might ward off her guilt. It did not.
For a while, Miraa remained there. Her head rested on her paws, and her eyelids were tightly shut, but sleep didn’t come. Not that she would have welcomed it at the time. She was vaguely aware of voices from the group, but they were garbled and faint against the persistent thoughts in her head, despite her close proximity to her companions. Rowan’s voice, she thought, and perhaps Snow Rose’s. She wasn’t sure.
Finally, she let her eyelids flutter open, to restless to remain still any longer. She needed to do something - to be useful in some way, any way. Though it wouldn’t make up for her panicked lack of action before, at least not to her, it would be a start. The creamy female hauled herself to her paws, stretching slightly before swinging her cranium toward the rest of her group.
The two wolves who caught her attention were Rowan and Snow Rose, the two of whom seemed to be gathered around something. Her eyes flickered down to their paws, at which a small lump of white lay, its features becoming more clear with each step she took. A pup, adorned by mostly lupine features aside from its large ears and narrow snout. Concern knotted in Miraa’s gut as she made a terrible realization: she couldn’t tell if the pup was breathing. Her pace picked up, enough so that she could soon see that the pile of sick near the pup was riddled with tiny, white, wormlike larvae. Maggots.
Snow Rose moved to feed something to the limp, unresponsive pup. Whatever it was, Miraa prayed that it would help the poor thing survive. The creamy female came to a stop next to Rowan. For a brief second, her caramel eyes brushed over him, regret washing over her with even greater force as she took in his injuries. His broken leg, his gouged-out eye, his numerous wounds. You could have helped. You could have prevented that.
She shook her head as though to clear the thoughts and looked back to the pup. “What can I do to help?” she said softly, unsure if her whispered question was even audible to the male next to her.
Out of the corner of her eye, the she-wolf spied movement. A male, adorned by a pelt of many hues, was approaching with words forming on his lips. They seemed to be directed toward Rowan. "Hello! I couldn't help but to notice that all of you could use some help. Some of you are injured and you seem to have a sick pup on your paws. I don't know a whole lot about healing, but I would love to do anything I possibly can in my power to help you wolves in any way, shape, or form."
Miraa nodded in acknowledgement and smiled gratefully at the newcomer. Her black lips parted with a response forming on the tip of her tongue. However, a new flicker of movement needed her attention at that moment. She glanced over at Rowan, assuming that, as it was, he would want to take the lead on the new male’s appearance and offer of help.
Miraa turned her head back to the object of her notice: yet another small pup pranced at the heels of the newcomer, seemingly without his notice. Her coat was a beautiful rosy gold, her face outlined in ashen and onyx hues. Miraa’s eyes softened at the pup’s appearance. With miniscule, slow steps, the creamy female brought herself closer to the pup, lowering herself closer to the little female’s level.
“Hey there,” she said gently, smiling kindly at the little bundle of gold. “I’m Miraa, what’s your name?”
. : . Exit to: Ferus Border Outskirts (During Timeskip) . : .
(OOC: Just to clarify everything in my post: I missed a lot, so if I mess up on a detail, please let me know ^-^ I’m sorry for being absent for so long. Since I was inactive through a lot of what happened, I just put a small timeskip through the hunt at the beginning of my post, leading into Miraa having lain down to rest following the hunt. She is aware of Snow Rose’s arrival, though as of the beginning of my post she had yet to notice Mint. I believe that we determined that Miraa would escape the hunt unscathed, so I’m writing that way. )
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2017 17:21:16 GMT -8
Although he’d attempted to offer warning, the she-wolf hadn’t readied herself. Perhaps he should have given her more time. Her lids had scrunched up, sealed tightly shut as she dug her free forelimb into softly clustered soil. A brief apology passed his lips – he knew all too well the poultice wasn’t pleasant – and yet, as he readied his words, her eyes sprang open. Wide and wild and filled with something akin to – anger? Fear? With a waning, trembling sigh, they shifted towards him, any emotion akin to anger gradually altered into a guarded awareness. A thin rasp emerged from her swollen throat, softly crackling into use. "Pawpy?" A sharp, barely suppressed whine escaped through clenched teeth. On instinct, her missing limb twitched, attempting to rise to a standing position, unaware of its own absence. "Easy there," the brute gently barked, taking care to evenly apply his makeshift medicine. "A ten-minute rest never killed nobody," he assured her, reaching for a few scraps of cobweb. A temporary seal had been crafted between the horsetail poultice and the cobwebs - enough to stop the bleeding for now. Carefully, he brushed clusters of golden petals and reddish-brown husks together, attempting to recall which herb went next. Alas, it had escaped him, toying somewhere in the deepest, furthest depths of his memory.
Her eyes had registered fully on him now, wary and watchful as he rambled on. A small huff passed her nostrils at the compliment, her jaws twitching slowly to life as she spoke. "I was only giving someone else a chance of living when I had none." A sudden melancholy shadowed her features, her tone dripping into a deep, long drawn depression. "I don't know why you stayed in the first place. "Now I'm..." Her voice cracked at the dawning realization. "I'm three-legged, and even more useless then before." The dappled male didn't intervene, ears perked in quiet interest. Sympathy welled up within him, a pang of guilt striking him at his core. The brindled she-wolf had given him a chance to live his life as he'd always had - only to have her own chance opportunity snatched between sharp, piercing fangs. Robbed of a limb could easily translate into robbed of a life here in harsh rogue territories - who knew how many more blood-thirsty, mangy brutes eager for easy victories could potentially comb over their pathetically small patch of land? To leave would be to betray the tremendous sacrifice she'd made for a friendly stranger she'd known for all of fifteen minutes - it would be to betray everything his brother had ever taught him. Resolution took root, stark and firm - he'd see to it that her sacrifice was repaid in full.
"Dante," she murmered, her sides heaving between shuddering breaths. "Would you please get me some water?" At this, her head fell back onto brindled paws, as if it'd been heavy to gold. "Of course," Dante replied with a small, friendly smile. "One moment please," he yipped as he padded away, the nearest suitable water source only a short, ambling distance. A cluster of moss bunched at the trunks of the small, low-hanging shrubs where he'd gathered his cobwebs, slick with morning dew. He pulled a patch or so up slowly, taking care to not tear it up by the root. A single necessity was provided by the Brush Land oasis - well, technically two, if he took medicinal supplies into consideration - sustainable for a day, but not a week, or a month. Hunting could also become an issue, the lack of potentially easy prey glaringly apparent under the open freshness of the Brush Lands. And their shelter, if they were to remain, would provide the barest hints of protection, only slightly obscuring their view towards enemies. Moving was inevitable - and suddenly, he froze in his tracks, wondering at what point he'd started thinking long-term. It was something so foreign, so unlike his childish, happy-go-lucky nature. Maybe his brother had had a larger influence then he'd originally thought - only, if only he could see him now.
His brindled companion lay where he'd left her, ears pressed flatly against her head. The pain of her injuries must have been near unbearable at this point - he could hardly imagine the pain of loosing a ligament, of having muscle harshly torn from the body. Hastily, the dappled male lay down the moss clusters, edging them towards her maw with a wide, black-tipped paw. "There you go. Drink up," He barked, allowing his tail to swish from side-to-side between his legs. "There's more herbs right here if you need them." He nudged a small pile of petals towards her with the tip of his nose, the poppy seeds pressed closely against them. "The... petals will ease your pain, and the seeds will help you to sleep." He recalled, pleased that he'd remembered his companions advice. Softly, he settled himself beside her, ears pert and poised at attention. "Don't worry," he added in a quiet, assuring tone. "I'll be keeping watch."
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OOC: You have my full permission to assault me for the extremely late response. I'll make up for it in the summer though - I think I'll have time to post at least once a day! |
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