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Post by Azaelia on Nov 4, 2017 9:32:40 GMT -8
| Azaelia.
Former Somnus Alphess
She wasn't oblivious to the things Murdoch felt towards her, and she would be a lair to suggest she didn't feel some of the same things. She knew just how much he cared about her--the look in his eyes any moment he feared for her state of mind, or worried about her level of serenity, comforted Azaelia in that somebody was looking out for her. Murdoch had a good soul, one of the best she'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. She'd never felt a single regret towards inviting him to join this family. "That's good to hear," he said with a completely genuine utterance. Azaelia closed her eyes, smiled, and dipped her head to express her thanks.
So, she was not alone this morning. The day had brought a timely vibration to the territory of Somnus that reverberated in the hearts of, between herself and Murdoch, the most afflicted members of Somnus. The former alphess wondered if Ocean had experienced the same blessed sensation today, or if he had yet to let the earth sooth him and all of his troubles. Azaelia, herself, was in the midst.
The change in the winds today wasn't just a kiss of autumn. There was a feeling in the earth today, not just a particular crispness biting the air, and its voice was echoing through the western territory. Something was going to come here, whether it was a chance at a new life, or an event like the coys. Nature had its own curious ways of foretelling its stories, but whichever this one may be, Somnus was going to be altered by it.
"I wasn't the only one who noticed, then," she sad quietly and with a pleasant smile, continuing on to respond to the question of Murdoch's latter. "Not yet. I think they're finding comfort in the more lively members of our pack," she commented, referring to Aelin, the pups, and the others who had a natural magnetic field around them. Unless it was a male looking for beauty--Ocean--or an older wolf looking for unexciting conversation--Murdoch, Azaelia was somewhat too formal to attract any attention from anyone. Murdoch and Ocean were the only ones who showed any real interest in her.
Azaelia resisted from sharing her curiosity about the near future with Murdoch. Azaelia imagined she was only one who harbored these odd beliefs in nature and its soul, and who contemplated for hours each day what everything meant on a natural and spiritual level. Alas, she could not resist.
"You felt the air this morning," she began, referring to his comment about its beauty. "Do you think it means anything?" Of course, Azaelia felt guilty for bringing up an odd conversation, but she wondered about what ranges of curiosity Murdoch's intellect covered. But, for the most part, Azaelia wanted to be assured that she was not insane.
Foreshadowing the fire  (fire)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2017 12:43:25 GMT -8
Scout Wiggles
"The People That Mind Don't Matter, And The People That Matter Don't Mind."
Wiggles swayed his otter-like tail joyfully, beaming face expectantly awaiting the similarly colored she-wolf's words. "Hello. I'm sorry to cut our conversation so suddenly as its only started, but I have some matters to attend too," She spoke gently, a kind smile spreading her lips and the marshmallow was quick to return the gesture with his own goofy grin despite the words that she had responded with. "I would love to talk to you more later," His tail continued to sway as she moved away from him with a parting smile, turning toward where he had just come from. "Okay then! See ya!" The teddy bear chirped after her, his clumsy smile still set into his face as he watched her leave.
After she left him, Wiggles just sort of stood there for a moment with his tail continuing in a swift beat behind and his mind almost blank. There were more wolves he could go and meet in the area buuuuuuttttt he could also go and dig out a den. In the present, digging sounded a lot more active than just talking with his new pack-mates. A decisive nod was given to no one in particular as he decided on his new activity, jittering too with a hyper shudder that carried up his spine. "Okay...!" Words slipped from his lips as he spun around, scouting for a good place to start digging in. In his mind, there wasn't exactly a fleshed out plan with what all he was going to do, it was more of a pretty clear idea. A bunch of small thoughts! Yes, a bunch of small thoughts mashed together enough that his brain could create actions for him to follow as he loped toward his chosen spot.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 21:57:41 GMT -8
Dorsey Hiccup
"I Keep Wanting To, But Something's Stopping Me..."
After playing his game for a while, Dorsey had sort of given up. Instead of playing the exciting, hair-raising game that he had partially planned, he had ended up just batting around stray leaves. Like a big cat. It ended up with him lying on his back in the damp leaves, his bi-colored eyes staring up through the fanned leaves above him. Each created a unique and mystifying light display, beads of moisture weighing down already sagging tips while creating a soft of magnifying effect. A contented sigh left his rounded chest, forcing the paws that were crossed over his sternum to rise and fall with it. With a gentle smile blessing his maw, the pink-nosed male closed his unique eyes, the want to indulge himself in sleep making all of his limbs feel heavy.
Dorsey Hiccup rolled leaned his head over, letting it fall gently against the matting beneath him. His limbs followed as if he were a corpse, slowly sagging his whole body over until it only felt right to swing his large ribcage and torso over as well. With his limp figure splayed on the forest's padding, damp leaves sticking to his spine like a bad poultice, the male began drifting towards sleep. The murmuring sounds of other territory dwellers lulled him along as he finally dropped away into sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 22:53:59 GMT -8
Salutary Murdoch
"The good physician treats the disease; the great physician treats the patient who has the disease."
"I wasn't the only one who noticed, then," Murdoch smiled gently to match Azaelia's own beautiful one that rose as she spoke. "Not yet. I think they're finding comfort in the more lively members of our pack," The smile that had touched his lips widened humorously at the comment, a swish of his silvered tail added as his mood lightened even more than he thought possible. But that was just her affect on him. Her comment was all too true. Wolves like Aelin or Eureka--vivid characters within the pack--were sure to attract many a new member looking for a lively conversation or personality to welcome them and lighten their mood. On the other hand, Murdoch probably looked less inviting and just a bit more old-school to be interesting to the younger members as well as a bit of a stickler. However, he highly disagreed with her not being lively. She was exhilarating when you knew what to look for in a conversation with her. Perhaps she didn't appear as the liveliest wolf of Somnus but that was balanced out by every other positive and truly amazing trait she possessed.
"You felt the air this morning," The Salutary brought his amber gaze back toward her, not even realizing that he had been watching the pack's life as he thought. "Do you think it means anything?" It was an interesting question, one that he hadn't heard come up in a conversation before. Thinking about it, he hadn't noticed anything odd before about the air, he had just been enjoying the crispness of autumn. Everything seemed like it was just affected by the upcoming winter as well as the falling temperatures, which was normal to him. But, since she did bring up the subject, the air could be seen as slightly different. "Well, it could just be a change in temperature or weather," Looking toward her face, Murdoch wondered if that was the type of answer she had been searching for. "Or maybe it's foreshadowing an event..." His voice trailed off to silence, finding his own words odd and without reasoning. Maybe something would actually happen or maybe Azaelia would think he was crazy.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2017 15:56:50 GMT -8
Wynston
"You can't change things for the better unless you take a leap!"
As the mousy adolescent was met with ample amounts of silence from the Sentinel and pups, his face reddened instinctively, pulling him to replace his singular eye on his mud booted paws. He nervously sucked in a shallow breath of air, vision slowly moving in and out of focus as he stared at his paws until finally landing on an annoyingly fuzzy setting. Dropping his eyelid, Wynny considered their absence. Had he said the wrong thing? What had he done? Was it his face? Wynny was well aware that he wasn't the prettiest wolf around; the scars his mother had inflicted on his flesh when he was much younger as well as the ugly patchwork job where his left eye had rested made sure that he wouldn't ever win any awards for his appearance. But... no, this she-wolf couldn't be thinking that he was ugly. Right? She was probably just thinking over what he had said. Yes, that must be it. Blinking open his glossy eyes, Wynston brought himself to raise his narrowed head a bit, focusing his pumpkin hued gaze on the alabaster female. Apparently, his vision still couldn't decide whether it wanted to work with him or not. In an effort to try and clear away the haze, he blinked repeatedly with small shakes of his head each time to slowly brought it back around, enough to see some simple details. Oh well. He wouldn't ever have great sight.
"I-I mean, do you have any..." The word he had found so easily earlier escaped the reach of his grappling mind near instantly, taking the chance to perch teasingly on the tip of his tongue. "Tips." A relieved breath rushed from his lungs as the word was heaved from his chest. But air quickly flooded his lungs again as he found her face, hopeful expression still resting there.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2017 21:22:45 GMT -8
Sentinel Aelin Golden eyes shifted at the movement of another white pelt dashing out of her peripherals, catching Aelin's attention quite easily as she turned her gaze away from the ashy male that had approached. It seemed that she had spotted the figure of Violet as she headed for the borders, and it was this realisation that sparked interest and concern within the Sentinel.
Was Violet alright? Was there something wrong at the borders? Did she miss something?
The borders of the territory fell into her concern due to her rank of Sentinel, so if anything was amiss she should've been at the scene. It would have been the perfect time to take a few of her new scouts out to the edges of their territory to test their skills and get to know them, but it seemed like the Beta was already gone and Aelin had her second rank to prioritise as she turned back to the younger male that had asked a question concerning the matter of dens.
"I-I mean, do you have any...tips." Wynston had caught on to Aelin's momentary disconnect, and a pang of guilt hit her stomach as she realised that it might of seemed like she was ignoring the youngling. "Ah! Yes of course." She chuckled sheepishly before clearing her throat. "I'd be glad to help. Follow me and we can find a place for you to call your own." Aelin sang as she gave a more confident swish of her tail, quickly glancing over the other pups before she began walking towards a thicker patch of trees.
"There are many different ways that one could make a den," she began, looking behind herself to make sure Wynston was following. "You could dig out the base of a tree, find some bushes to nestle under, or even just dig a hole. A den can be whatever you want it to be!" The Guardian sang before coming to a stop in front of a sturdy looking tree whose roots spread far before plunging into the soft ground. Her ebony nose twitched as she deemed this to be a prime location.
"Here," She stated, pawing the ground. "This should be a perfect spot to hide away from the summer sun or the winter snow," Aelin smiled as she looked to the young male, seeing if he would be happy with the spot that she had found. "Here, I'll make a start for you." The soft she-wolf offered in her sing-song tones, swiftly beginning to shift the grassy dirt under her paws until she had made a decent indent in the earth between the roots where Wynston could continue to mould his den however he liked. "You can make it as big as you want, and if you need any help I'll be right here." Aelin moved herself away from the den-site in order to give her companion plenty of room to move, sitting her plush-butt not too far away so that she could watch and make that he wasn't going to somehow hurt himself or get too confused with the process of hollowing out a den.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2018 22:55:57 GMT -8
Scout Dorsey Hiccup
"I Keep Wanting To, But Something's Stopping Me..."
Dorsey's off-white paws hardly swept the ground as he danced, catching the colorful blooms in his teeth with a ginger grip, only to release them and observe their graceful twirls as they collided with the soil. Their pastel petals settled back, opening and exposing the soft spindles of honey yellow encased like treasure inside. A smile graced the odd male's tan maw, his uncommonly clean fur haloing his form with the light that passed through the hair's tips, like a visible aura. His front paws relaxed on the ground again, softly shifting in their roosts as he impatiently waited. For what, he didn't know. But he was happy to wait in the filtered light, passed only through the broadleaf trees that shuddered in the breeze around him. Thin wisps of grass and other coverings brushed his anchored limbs, pressuring him to shuffle toward a bare patch of Earth.
As his bicolored eyes angled downward, he caught an unnatural flicker of movement in his peripheral vision. Dorsey swiveled his blocky crown, ears falling toward his nape. With his eyes, the Lupine traced the line of movement, hearing the crunch of paws on golden grass behind him...
Dorsey Hiccup jolted upward, body rocking and flesh quivering like a fly had landed on his flank. Peeling his multihued eyes wide, the odd Lupine lifted his skull with a thickening ache in his chest. He didn't know why, his dream hadn't bothered him by much. Taking a calming breath, the pink nosed wolf rolled his front over and onto his shoulder blades on the dirt. Squeezing his chest of air, the wolf huffed out a heavy breath in an almost perturbed way. Thin sun glided past him onto the ground and plants, a ray partially blocked by tree limbs and leaves spilling on to his coiled limbs and round ribcage. It felt like his brain was still half asleep, and begging him to return to the perfected heaven. But Dorsey kept his eyelids from sliding over, tail sweeping the dirt as something to focus his tired brain on in the meantime.
Tagged: Azaelia Beta Violet General Ocean Sentinel Aelin Salutary Murdoch Alphess Eureka Alpha Draco @fleur @shadowfall @venus @tadashi @caleb @weayaya
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2018 13:13:01 GMT -8
Wiggles
"The People That Mind Don't Matter, And The People That Matter Don't Mind."
Wiggles snuffled, dust flying up his nose and clogging it as he rolled back and forth in the dirt, using the motion of his limbs to help rock him. Dirt darkened the creamy fur on his back and his tangled locks were twisted around twigs and blades of grass. His muzzle was sheathed in a thick coating of mud from his rooting, upturned chest streaked with more mud and a few small pebbles that stuck to the clingy substance in his fur. But the amount of filth covering him couldn't hide the brightness he shed as he continued to roll and throw more dust to the air. The ground he laid on was almost rubbed clean of grass he had been so persistent, what little grass was left was glued to the ground underneath his weight.
With a satisfied huff, the squat brute dropped his head onto the grass, rubbing his ears along the plants in an attempt to cease the itching between them. When finished, he began to beat dirt into a cloud with his tail. He couldn't get himself to lay still, each moment he gained pause, a buzzing would chew at his ear or and itch would crawl up his leg.
Sneezing, the marshmallow finally gave up and threw himself forward onto his front paws with his hind legs rocked back to either side. "I wonder where Oozoo is off at..." The murmured words were followed with a second sneeze as more dirt was inhaled. Wigs couldn't truly remember where his best friend had gone off to. Somewhere with that mysterious wolf, right? Hadn't his newest friend, Fleur, gone too?
Clambering to his dirt caked paws, Wiggles shuffled toward the center of the Common Grounds, eyes open and searching for his friends. Perhaps they'd turn up.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2018 18:48:11 GMT -8
Caleb drifted aimlessly across the commons, his blue eyes flicking across the gathered individuals. Aelin was busy with Weayaya and Yiska ― the silver-flecked youngster didn’t wish to interrupt. Perhaps later he would rejoin their conversation to better introduce himself to Yiska. For now, he’d leave Wea and his sister to their reunion, and leave Aelin to watch over them without his interference. After all, he was old enough to watch out for himself for now.
The young male admitted to himself that, though he hadn’t spoken about it to anyone, he had been rather lonely over the course of the last month. He’d had Weayaya and Aelin for company, but he hadn’t necessarily become close with them. He supposed that seeing their tight bond made him feel somewhat isolated from time to time. He no longer had Tadashi for company, and his conversations with Murdoch had become fewer and further between. Caleb’s closest source of companionship he supposed was Fleur, with whom he had maintained a friendship with ever since joining Somnus alongside her. For the time being, however, she was on a hunt.
Looking out across the commons, Caleb saw mostly new faces. One particular newcomer, a rather small male with a fluffy white pelt reminiscent of a cloud, caught the blue-eyed pup’s attention. The wolf shuffled along with a happy-go-lucky air that tended to suggest friendliness. If Caleb hoped for company, perhaps this would be a good place to start.
Trotting over to the male, Caleb dipped his head in a friendly greeting. “Hi there,” he said quietly.
@wiggles
OOC: Sorry for the terrible post! I'm very low on muse as of now and I needed to get a post up for my little baby<3
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2018 20:11:40 GMT -8
Wiggles
"The People That Mind Don't Matter, And The People That Matter Don't Mind."
As Wiggles pranced around, looking for his absent friends with minimal effort put into his work, the vision of a well-spoken, ghostly young brute approached him. His round, youthful face was bright and inviting, his head dipping to a gentle incline in a polite little bob of greeting as he drew closer. Wigs was immediately wrapped up in his friendly fantasies as he spun toward him, an overly excited smile flushing his plush face, dull gold eyes gleaming jovially at the younger brute. "Hi there," His words were hushed, perhaps timid, as he fell to a halt in front of the under-sized marshmallow. Lips spread to their full potential, creating a few stretch marks hidden by his fluffy pelt as the bigger brute tossed his head in his own enthusiastic greeting, stubby ears toppling around carelessly atop his broad skull. Scooting his squat little body in an awkward sidestep, Wiggles plopped his plump rump onto the dirt, dirty feathers beating the ground jauntily and mud soaked fur mussing as he eagerly barked a response.
"Hiya there!" His front paws jiggled unintentionally, both tremors and the unconscious need to squirm feeding into constant shifting and tapping. Blinking away the dirt that had fallen from the splatters of mud above his eyes, the squat brute continued with a friendly little chuckle for no reason beyond his own uncontrollable happiness. "I'm Wiggles! I like your eyes and coat and stuff! Do you wanna be my friend?" His slightly overwhelming attack of words had him knocking his front wrists together, hopeful expression aimed toward the stark white youth a few feet away from him. After pausing for an unusually quiet moment, smiling gleefully at his new friend, the marshmallow piped up again, "What's yer name?" Wiggles chirped, tail continuing to smack the soil behind him. He couldn't believe that he had already found a new young wolf to be another friend, that was three in one day!
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OOC: Sorry, he's a little enthusiasticXD
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4 Years
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Post by General Ocean on Mar 15, 2018 10:02:48 GMT -8
O C E A N
general of somnus
His members convulsed upon entrance into the commons. He could not conceal the ache of his pads as his heavy stride took him to the nearest patch of soft ground. Age wasn't his enemy here. It was the lack of depleting will to carry his body forward, just to land it some place he couldn't for one second rest his eyes without seeing it all lay out before him--he wouldn't name it, even in his head. He found it was easier to keep those thoughts out of his mind on two occasions: when fighting, and when with Azaelia. He found her in the commons and made his way to her before the memories flooded in. His arrival would inform the rest of the wolves that a kill was awaiting them just south.
"Azaelia," he greeted as warmly as he knew how. His snout angled without the slightest effort to give the salutary a less important acknowledgement. "Doc."
"The newbies did well. Fleur's got a bit of a graze, if you could see to it, Doc." An excuse to get Murdoch away from Azaelia? Absolutely not.
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Post by Azaelia on Mar 18, 2018 9:22:32 GMT -8
| Azaelia.
Former Somnus Alphess
Eyes bright with age flayed Murdoch with great expectation to be satisfied, but time flowed like cement. The handsome salutary entertained her with optimism, yet her conscious traveled to the ants curling along the dewy grass--how little pins with mush for brains could accomplish such marvelous things in a day than Azaelia had totaled over the years was utterly laughable. A paw set into the earth to break their pattern, but only moments passed before they were able to find a way around it and continue on with their tasks as if nothing had ever happened. Interesting. Waiting did this; it gave the time to examine the ordinary and ask involuted questions of them. Waiting for what, then...
"Gosh, the time." Words fell through the air dully as Azaelia had forgotten nearly everything Murdoch had said. She was distracted by absolutely nothing. It wasn't until her gaze halted on Ocean's nonchalant arrest when she thought, perhaps, it was him she was waiting for. Nobody had suited the subject of her heart more than he had, and even as kind Murdoch proved to be the more logical suitor, she still found herself storing highs for Ocean's presence every day.
She sent a smile his way after being greeted, a smile atypical and unfrequented by the former alphess, like the grin of a lady who is determined not to weep at the presence of her departed swain. She fought that smile like a defiant child.
"Please do," she instigated to Murdoch having heard the news from Ocean. A small thought of Fleur passed over her clouded mind. Poor thing was so eager to hunt. Still, the paladin male was at the center of her focus. She could not help it now.
"Ocean," she began, hesitant to continue in fear of being rash. Eyes of faded lavender lace implored as they burned fanatically into Ocean's gunmetal nebula, aching to see something more than a broken soul unforgiving. She couldn't continue until Murdoch was away. Her studying glare traveled the salutary with unnerving thoroughness until distance obscured his figure.
"I must be crazy," she said with a voice thick of conviction. Coming up with the words to address Ocean with was as difficult as trying to explain the recipe for water. There was nothing she could quite say to him that would express her guilt and apology. But Ocean had known her all these years, so he must have known what was on her mind as though it was on his every second of each day. She continued with a deep breath, not realizing she had been holding one in for some time.
"Last summer," she spoke slowly and nearly inaudibly, voice daring to shake at the verge of an eschewed topic, for she had come to realize that, after all this time and unbending heartache, nobody had yet asked the question. "Why the hell did you go?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 17:42:28 GMT -8
Salutary Murdoch of Somnus | "Azaelia," The deep tones of a familiar brute alerted Murdoch to the newly established presence of Ocean, who had apparently just returned from... the hunt. Ah, yes. Now Murdoch recalled. Ocean had taken some of the newest recruits out for a spin, as well as the more accustomed Fleur. Turning toward the raven haired brute, Doc noted his warmed expression and the subdued kindness radiating from his vocals as he gazed toward the former Alphess, looking upon her like a mortal looks upon a heavenly being, an angel. When he returned to her side, his harsh edge seemed to dull, a more genuine physic over-taking his usually cold atmosphere. The salutary committed in turning the whole of his torso toward the others with a forced smile, marigold eyes searching out Ocean's, only to receive a half-assed, "Doc." The hoary brute dipped his cuboid snout in mildly spiteful acknowledgement, charcoal eyelashes batting as dust settled upon them as he dutifully returned the unwelcome greeting. "Hello Ocean." His words were rather disregarding, slight hoarseness edging his tone as he responded coolly, regarding Ocean with politeness though a bitter taste rested on his tongue at the thought of him.
Before a silence could settle over the trio, Ocean piped up, narrow amber eyes shifting onto Murdoch's more frail form to grasp the aged lupine's attention. "The newbies did well." His coarse tone rumbled forth, bringing with it vague information. The salutary nodded approvingly, tail feathers brushing the dirt as he swept the pennant about his hind paws, horse-like hairs brushing his scruffy pelt as it settled. "Fleur's got a bit of a graze, if you could see to it, Doc." Murdoch twitched as he heard the news. Poor Fleur, such a dedicated soul. Turning his crown slightly toward Azaelia in hesitation, the aged brute gave a slight nod, agreeing naively to desert the tete-a-tete that they had previously shared after she voiced her hushed encouragement. "Please do,"
"Of course," The salutary wolf spoke politely, flashing her an affectionate beam before he excused himself, hefting his shaggy body onto his paws and sashaying from his resting spot. A few feet away he shook himself, shaggy pelt shifting around him as he freed his steely coat of debris before he scuttled into his den. Inside the shadowed hollow, he brushed around various dried herbs, looking for the ones he needed from raven brute's unspecified description. If only he had some burdock in his possession. Glancing around again, Murdoch caught sight of what he was searching for: marigold blossoms and fern fronds. Taking the herbs tenderly in his teeth, the brute wormed his way out of the crumbling mouth of his den, glancing over to where the general and elder sat, discussing in soft voices. Though he, for some reason, longed to rejoin the conversation with her, Doc turned his back on the commons and bustled away with the herbs clenched in his velvet jaws.
~Exit Too Somnus Hunting Grounds~
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2018 17:46:46 GMT -8
The albino giant lumbered back into the common grounds, his multichromatic eyes scanning the multiple white pelts for the lightly darker one he knew to be Wiggles'. His delightful friend was over talking to one of the younger wolves of Somnus. His namesake was obvious, the excited uncontrollable jitters that shook his body as he spoke to the yearling brought a smile to the gentle giant's face. He plodded over to the pair of them, observing the rest of the Somnus wolves as he did so. Ocean had said that he was bringing the rest of the pack to the hunting grounds, but he seemed to just be talking to an older female. As no one else seemed to be moving, Uzumati took that as an ample opportunity.
As he finally came up beside his friend, his lightly tapped his tail onto his back. "Hey Wiggles! There's a moose down in the hunting grounds for everyone to eat if you want to come back with me," his deep voice grinned warmly at the younger male and his packmate. It was a good idea, and he had no doubts about the fact that Wiggles was probably hungry. Uzumati didn't sit down, instead he remained standing and angled towards the hunting grounds, ready to move if his friend and new packmate so wished.
@wiggles @caleb
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Post by Beta Violet on Apr 30, 2018 23:00:30 GMT -8
| | White legs shifted as she walked through the forest that was oh so familiar to her. She loved the territory that she called home, and she loved the pack that she could come back too. The wolf at the borders now disappeared from her mind. She thought about meeting him at the borders that night, but she wasn’t sure if she really could. She wanted to, but at the same time she knew that she would not be able too, especially with her duties and her Alphess being away from home. Bringing her attention to the commons, it seemed that Ocean and Azaelia were talking, and Uzumati was there as well, but other than that, barren. She shifted her paws, the lacking presence of Eureka and Draco seemingly leaving a void inside the white female.
The two were almost her pups, almost. She had mothered them, and cared for them when their mother couldn’t muster the strength too. Violet had developed her duties around the two and her new position when she was given the Beta position. Her life had developed around caring for others. First her brother, then her pack, then the children of River and Rage. The two wolves that had brought her into this pack. Even if she had not had the right start to the pack, they gave her a life that was worth living. And now, she was sitting her, growing closer and closer to the age where she would not be able to come back and be the Beta of the Pack. Instead she would be a respected Elder that would have creaky bones and not be able to perform as she would have in her younger days. She still had some time, but it seemed that time would pass them by rather quickly.
Moving towards Ocean and Azaelia, almost drawn to them simply because of the bond they shared, she rerouted herself to the opposite side of the commons, knowing that she should not interrupt the duo. They had some catching up to do, especially when Azaelia was now free from her restrictive binds as Alphess of Somnus. They could now work on being closer. Violet had sensed it within the two earlier when she had first come to the pack, and it had lingered in the back of her mind since then. She wouldn’t interrupt destiny. Bringing herself to sit on the outskirts, she would wait for members to come spilling back into the territory.
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