Somnus
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4 Years
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my alter is young Abigail Breslin sooo...
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Post by General Ocean on Apr 5, 2019 22:36:02 GMT -8
g e n e r a l • o c e a n
a reckless wolf with a selfless interior
Ocean was a massive predator, and had never encountered any wolf of his muscular capacity, but carrying Uzumati across the hunting grounds to the commons was no easy task for the two aging wolves. He was absent of complaint as his knees ached at the bends after well over fifteen minutes of ceaseless hauling. Murdoch concealed his strain well, too, and in the simplest manner the salutary requested Ocean to set him down. The brute was relieved, but not by the dissolution of great weight from his back; it was feeling the suffocating sensation of Uzumati's lifeless body upon his back, knowing there was no longer a soul inside.
Ocean was the last to arrive to the commons, though he was sure Violet and the two newcomers would be on their way eventually. He sighed over the body and swayed above it for a few minutes until a small silence fell over the commons, and moments later a curious encounter had changed everything. Who from the outside could have possibly known Azaelia as Zee?
Who are they? Ocean and Azaelia had shared everything about their lives since they'd met, but Azaelia had not once brought up her childhood. There were small insinuations on occasion, through which Ocean accepted the idea that Azaelia did not want to share the story of her upbringing. This he understood; dwelling on the past inhibited the future. Ocean, himself, had to let go of his fears of losing the ones he loved to keep them.
Still, the scene was overwhelming to Ocean. As the dancing little she-wolf embraced his mate, Ocean was overcome with a sensation of novelty; like he did not know his own mate at all. Old Ocean would have engaged in an instant to take control of the situation, but for now he would let this be a moment for his mate. She looked like she needed it.
In a protective itch, his eyes scanned the territory for anything else unusual. That trio. They weren't normal. He watched one of them, one black as him, unsuccessfully dodging obstacles that would otherwise be inherently navigable. Ocean had more confidence in Wiggles than this one. But the disadvantaged needed homes, too; more than the healthy who could survive on their own.
She was accompanied by two others, more normal in appearance, though their behavior was unsettling. Eureka was making some weird friends. |
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Post by El on Apr 5, 2019 23:23:51 GMT -8
E L
If I got rid of my DEMONS, I'd lose my angels. Done⏤the memory, seared into his brain forever. He had never felt embarrassment before, and now, under his golden fur, was a surface red as beetroot. He could feel the heat of his boiling blood radiating from his skin. He was untrained in the responses to such emotions, so he retaliated in the form of a neck awkwardly coiled, absent of any expressive indications but the slightest, hindered furrow of his brows.
Bitch.
He wasn't concerned with the assessment of the pack's floral makeup, but he would not leave his sisters' alone. Too many things were possible. El didn't know the brutes of the pack, and he became instinctively aware of the dense one over there. Eyes strolled over his massive frame before returning to Blue, who was behind Nevermore. They traveled like rogues even within the safety of a pack, but safety was not yet reckoned. El had no conception of it.
He took time to assess every individual occupying the clearing while maintaining a close eye on his sisters. He noted the carcass behind the den where two older males had dropped it. He examined the behavior between Draco and his new mate. Neither of them were threats. The wobbly white wolf's only threat to his sisters was stumbling into Nevermore; then, the both of them would become helplessly discombobulated. Red was skulking somewhere. She was a minor threat due to her unstable emotions. So was Eureka, but her threat was to El, not the girls. Merida was not a threat. Percy. El fantasized a growl.
Percy.
He didn't need his demon to rage on the thoughts of Percy advancing on his sisters. He took on a position between the egotistical male and his siblings, insuring he could not lay so much as an eye on them.
El was growing concerned about Merida and Nevermore's developing friendship. The bouncy she-wolf would only get in Nevermore's way. His sister couldn't afford the distraction. Though, as much as he loved her voice, some satisfaction came from the idea of Nevermore having somebody else to talk to but him. Somebody who could respond.
Empty eyes held so much potential. They scoured every inch of the territory and its inhabitants until he exhausted his vision. Blue would have examined every crack of the earth by now. El nudged Nevermore's shoulder after giving her plenty of time to collect information on the surrounding foliage. He tapped her right shoulder twice with his muzzle, the direction of the salutary's den, indicating the command, "this way." He had heard an elder offering assistance to the injured. El was a hideous, blood-stained mess.
He was not yet comfortable leaving Nevermore and Blue on their own, and insisted that they follow him. Nevermore was likely to retaliate, but it was Blue who made the decisions. El looked to his guardian sister with an intent, beckoning gaze before heading to the den.
He entered cautiously. He had the advantage to keeping Eureka's secret; he couldn't speak if he tried. The salutary would have no reason to assume the injuries were related to Eureka's disastrous escapade in the unclaimed lands. El stared directly at the salutary, displaying his countless lacerations, with nebulous, expectant eyes, as if blatantly saying,
Fix it.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2019 15:00:33 GMT -8
Jolon made his way back into the common area that he had seen only a short time ago, eyes travelling around the area once again, working hard to remember everything he was witnessing. The silvery-furred ball of fluff wasn't the most intelligent wolf out there, he had trouble remembering certain things, especially names, that was something he could never quite cement into his mind. He had done well with Corvidae, that was the first wolf he had seen in months and the dark furred wolf was no doubt unique enough to carve out a place in his mind, but the others in the pack he had met so far, well their names had escaped him.
Jolon sat quietly around the edge of the wolves, the puppy-like curiosity and happiness gone from his demeanor, it had disappeared immediately upon seeing the dead wolf back at the hunting grounds. Now the furry wolf sat idly by, watching everything around him, scents and faces he could remember with ease, hunting trails never escaped his mind, so he would stick to what he was good at, at least until he had been around the pack a little longer. The dark amber eyes scanned one more time over the wolves around him and then slowly made there way up, eyes narrowing at the light that beamed down, it wasn't time yet, the sun was still fairly high in the sky.
The thick, white and silver neck of the male turned to look back the way he had come as he nodded a couple times, and then once more his attention returned to the wolves, he couldn't see Cori in all the mess. The one face and scent he could actually put a name to so far, his mind went blank and he focused in on what he remembered from the smaller, unique male, the scent of the alder bark, the weird sounds of clacking that always emanated from his mouth. He heard the rattle of the stone and his eyes quickly followed his ears and he spotted the patched hide of the male, a sigh of relief left him, he had never felt obligated to anyone before but the small male had saved his life, he hadn't been in good shape when Cori found him. Honestly, the stinging of his side still remained as well, but now he could at least walk and play and laugh without the throb of pain. Finally, Jolon let his long legs travel closer to the ground, and instead of sitting he waited patiently while laying down, head on his crossed legs, sad smile just barely visible but still there as he watched the happenings around him.
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Sentinel
Female
2.5 Years
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It's always "wyd" it's never "what Louis Vuitton bag you want?"
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Post by Sentinel Aelin on Apr 7, 2019 18:41:34 GMT -8
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Sentinel Aelin
The girl with a golden heart
This moment was perfect, Aelin decided as her tiny frame curled into the figure of her mate. Her mate. The thought of it was astounding yet incredibly comforting. But perfection could never last forever, and her own moment of peace was broken as Ocean and Murdoch entered the commons, and as Aelin shifted her gaze to look upon the two brutes, she instantly recognised the eerily still body that they carried between them. Shock hit her like a bullet as she watched them deposit the soulless body near the Salutary's den, left like a rag doll laying in the snow.
Everything clicked in her head, the howl that had rang through the hunting grounds had been a call for help, a call that she should have responded to. But she had been stupidly selfish, running away to fulfil her own greedy need to see Draco again instead of helping her pack like any wolf should have done. Guilt fogged her mind, and before she knew it, Draco was breathing an apology against her nape before pulling away, leaving the cold bite of the winter air to take his place against her body. Aelin said nothing, her heart yearned to be pressed against his warm frame again, especially after the time that they had spent apart, but her eyes could not leave the site of Uzumati.
Aelin was the Sentinel of Somnus, she was suppose to be the one with knowledge of every little happening within the pack, yet it seemed that she was one of the last to be finding out about the death of her peer. Did she even deserve such an honourable rank if she couldn't live up to the positions standards properly? It were these thoughts that worried her the most.
She furrowed her eyebrows at the commotion that brewed with the hoard of new pack members. New faces, new voices, new names, new scents, all them flooded her senses as she tried to intake everything all at once. Aelin was very rarely overwhelmed, but here she stood, with Uzumati's ghost lingering over her shoulder as she did a head-count of all the newcomers, while her subconscious yelled at her to interrogate her new mate about the red-flags that had popped up upon their return; the countless amount of wounds, the strange trio, Eureka's melancholic aura. There were so many thoughts scrambling for attention in her head, yet all she wanted to do was crawl into the den that she hadn't seen in weeks so that she could catch a few seconds of rest after her tiring journey outside of Somnus. Would Eureka and Draco notice the lack of pups around her paws? Would they care as much as she did about their disappearance? She had so many questions and worries.
But there were things to be done before she could once again indulge in her selfish needs of rest and answer. She had to greet the newcomers into their new home, but this could be done later. For now, her sight continued to linger on the husk of Uzumati. Aelin felt like she needed to redeem herself for the events that she had missed, her intent being to help bury the wolf that they had lost, so it was with a solemn gait that she approached the wolf that would not poke her with idle conversation while they got the job done.
"Ocean," the dwarf prompted the giant, golden eyes struggling to meet his thanks to the size difference between the pair, "would you help me bury him?" Aelin asked quite simply, nodding towards Uzumati. It would be best if they could bury him as soon as possible, for the sake of the frost that was creeping along the tips of his cold body, and for the sake of the newcomers. Besides, if there was any reason for him to not be buried quite yet, they could always get started on digging out the hole for him to lay in. If Ocean obliged, she would let him lead the way to the site were they would dig his grave.
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Post by Alphess Eureka on Apr 9, 2019 13:00:25 GMT -8
- the constant happiness is curiosity -
The alphess desperately attached herself to the mirage of security that was her land, though she lost faith with every aching effort.
With each receipt of her offer by the acquaintances she'd made along her journey, Eureka felt a door close in her heart. Somnus was growing like she'd always hoped, but soon she feared there would be too much life for her to sustain. Too many wolves to keep happy. She feared she'd made a reckless, selfish decision to satisfy her own desire for companionship.
Draco's reunion with Aelin was an exhilarating distraction. Draco deserved her. He'd worked hard and traveled long to become worthy of a partner. Once cold, her body was overcome with warmth, and her heart with happiness. For a moment she put herself in Aelin's position, and felt the leaping thumps in the chest in reaction to the words, "I love you." Would she ever hear them for herself?
"Eureka!"
She was stirred out of a daze by Azaelia's embrace. A sincere, feathery sigh left her as she held on tightly to her mother figure, though she was late to adjust to the unsettling contact. "How did it go out there?" Eureka didn't know how to respond, so she didn't. Though a way out of an unwanted conversation, it was a tragedy that Eureka had become just as distracted as Azaelia suddenly had.
Happiness in Somnus was always temporary. No season could evade death's call, not even the joyous spring. Another door shut when she saw Uzumati's body being carried to the salutary's den.
“And I think El really likes you. Is it cool if I go looking for herbs and all? I want to get a feel of the land,” she heard, but she made no eye contact with either of the siblings.
"Yes, of course," she said with a zombie-like voice as her feet began to drag her to Murdoch's den, ignoring the scene between Azaelia and the two newest companions. Ocean was there, paying respects to the honorable hunter, though trying his best to watch over the others. Aelin wasn't far behind. The alphess put her weight on Ocean's flank, closed her eyes, and prayed over Uzumati's body. It looked so much heavier now.
There, Murdoch greeted her. He had noticed her injuries, though hidden as they were. He certainly was good at his job, though she feared he'd become suspicious. "Should I open my den for business?"
"I would appreciate that. Some of my companions could use some attention," she said, conveniently seeing El's form approaching. He was certainly more battered than she was. Eureka could barely make eye contact with the mute. He'd seen what had happened to her. So did his siblings and Red. Would they follow her knowing she couldn't protect herself?
Eureka didn't want Murdoch to examine her. He'd see everything, and she was not ready to be touched by a male in any fashion. Even Azaelia's embrace was difficult to accept, physically. But she knew if she was not attended to, her wounds would worsen, perhaps become infected, and all would see. She walked away from Murdoch momentarily to let him care for El. She met with Ocean and Aelin behind the den.
"The lake," she began while her eyes opened, adjusting slowly to the reality before her. "With all the rest."
She felt a lump forming in her throat, but she remained poised. The number of honored dead buried at the lake was hard to believe. Her parents were there, beside each other as they should be. It was important that the lost were kept together as an echo of the pack's affinity.
It was almost impossible for Eureka to speak so sophisticatedly on the topic of a family member's death. It was easier as an omega when her only job was to cheer up her packmates. But now she felt responsibility for every failure and every death, and she couldn't vivify herself like she could others.
But if it did not pain her to speak of death, if it did not show on her face and in her voice that she was heavy with heartbreak, she could not expect her packmates to see her as the compassionate leader she was, and she could not expect them to be compassionate themselves.
She looked to Ocean, and once Uzumati was on his back she escorted him and Aelin to the treeline that led to the lake. "I will visit his burial tonight. There's something I have to do first," she said to the two superiors. With a stature stronger than she felt, she turned and made her way back to Murdoch's den. By now, El would have been taken care of.
"I've got a few scratches myself," she said quietly as she entered low. Though she had no intention of sharing the truth, she made certain that nobody was around but the salutary. "There was a quarrel with some hostile rogues on the way home." This was the story settled between those who knew the truth. It was not too close to a lie, but not too close to the truth. "Is there anything you can do to prevent infection?" |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2019 6:53:42 GMT -8
He had not known Uzumati well. In fact, he barely knew him at all. And while, he did still feel the pain of heartache strung so tightly through the trees, there was something else much stronger. There were so many wolves. He never realized his pack was so large, until they all joined in this one place. It was quieter than he expected, but that was not a huge surprise. Grief takes a toll on all aspects of the body and mind. There were many new smells lingering, though most came from three members who he watched disappear in to a den. The moved, differently than the others. He did not know how, or what was off, but there was something. One in particular caught his attention. A white and gold male that reminded him of winter sunsets. The gold faded down the male's legs into a sharp white, which went beautifully with his eyes. However, his coloring was not what caught Dorsey's attention. More so it was his silence. Yes, all in camp were quiet but none so particularly . He was intrigued. A wolf like him maybe? One who's voice rang differently through the winds? He simply had to know. Before they entered the den, he had began to trot up to talk to him. He rehearsed a couple of times what he wanted to say. Something up the lines of Hello, I'm Dorsey. Do you talk weirdly too? Of course, that was much more flowing and fluent than it would be in real life, but his hopes had to stay high. The sunset, as he was calling him, stuck closely to two females. He assumed they were related, but could not tell for sure. He was not quick enough as they three entered a den before he could introduce himself. He decided to wait patiently outside the den for their return. Surely they could not take that long? El Apprentice Nevermore @blue |
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2 Y.O.
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Post by Omega Vespen on Apr 16, 2019 17:31:13 GMT -8
Within the second the group had joined into the common area, the area broke out in happy chaos. Many wolves meeting loved ones after a long time and some seeming to mingle awkwardly with strangers. Overall, the atmosphere had a two layer feel. On the top was the happy, merry feeling of reunion, while the under-laying current was tense and on edge. Vespen couldn't quite pin point why though from her position on the outskirts. However, her position was compromised as two wolves came bounding towards the ever still Azaelia. Stepping to the side, Vespen stood awkwardly, wondering where to go. Her head low, she decided to follow Ocean. One, he was one of the first to great her. Two, Ocean was Azaelia's mate, so somewhere under his intimidating exterior is something gentle. Three, she was interested in getting to know the snowy wolf at Ocean's side. "I hope you don't mind my intrusion," she spoke after the Alphess had left them, "If I join you. I know that I haven't been here long, but he seemed like a good soul and I would like to help in a way to honor him." Sentinel Aelin General Ocean |
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General
Male
4 Years
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my alter is young Abigail Breslin sooo...
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Post by General Ocean on Apr 17, 2019 13:29:10 GMT -8
g e n e r a l • o c e a n
a reckless wolf with a selfless interior
"The lake," he heard his alphess say with a tone so cold it sent a shiver down his spine. Brows closed as memories passed, and he couldn't help but close his eyes to ponder why this was happening. Why again. He gave up arguing with the gods, for he long begged them to release their hands from the throat of Somnus. For a while they seemed satisfied, and Somnus was safe, but his unfortunate intuition was right again.Mint eyes opened again, meeting Aelin. He was disappointed with her for leaving the now dead hunter, and the rest of her family, behind in the hunting grounds to enjoy a reunion with Draco. Ocean settled with the possibility that she did not know Uzumati was dead, but he found it difficult to believe the more he thought about it.But she sought redemption. She seemed more interested in forgiving herself than gaining the forgiveness of her disappointed pack mates, and Ocean respected that. He knew too much about the battle for redemption to ignore Aelin's plea.He followed Eureka to the treeline, scanning the commons once more before giving his full attention to hunter on his back. He grunted when they topped, eyes curiously following Eureka after she said there was something she had to do. There was urgency and sadness in her voice that had nothing to do with the dead packmate. His questions would have to wait."I hope you don't mind my intrusion," Vespen added sweetly. Ocean was fond of this new pack member. She treaded Azalea with compassion and sympathy when she needed it the most, and Ocean was grateful for that. Ocean loved Azaelia, and she loved him, but he was wise enough to know that nobody could be entirely satisfied by a lone partnership. Friendships and family were equally as important in fulfilling the desires of a family-driven creature.Ocean nodded to the ivory girl. He towered over her, but there was no display of dominance reflected in his stature. Today, as they mourned over the loss of a cherished family member, they were equals. "He was," he responded, embracing the weight that he fought to maintain on his shoulders. "This way."Ocean turned towards the treeline and headed into the woods with Aelin and Vespen. He walked between them so they could support him should his strength fail the weight above him. An uncharastically warm tone accompanied the uncharacteristic set of words, "thank you."It was for showing respect for the loss of a packmate she didn't know. In doing this, she was showing respect for the customs and bond of this family which had compassionately accepted accepted her. And it was for being a figure his mate could lean on when Ocean wasn't enough, as one rarely was in times as hard as these.--exit to da lake-- |
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Sentinel
Female
2.5 Years
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It's always "wyd" it's never "what Louis Vuitton bag you want?"
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Post by Sentinel Aelin on Apr 18, 2019 21:32:12 GMT -8
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Sentinel Aelin
The girl with a golden heart
Before Ocean could respond to her request, it was Eureka who approached the pair. Her stance was still held to the standard that one would expect of an Alphess, but it was obvious that she was rattled and exhausted, the inflections being near mirror image to the emotion that swam in Aelin's own features. The two she-wolves were battling two incredibly different fights, yet the Sentinel knew that her Alphess had been through enough. She mustered up a small smile for the young female, trying to display what little energy she had left for Eureka's sake.
The lake, she had said. Uzumati was to be buried with the rest of Somnus' fallen members. Aelin wasn't familiar with anyone who had been put to rest by the lake. She had spent her fair share of time within Somnus, but until now she had never had to experience the pain of burying someone she knew or loved. But someone like Eureka knew everyone that lay there, and Aelin could only imagine how difficult it would be to endure whatever hardships they had faced away from the pack to return to something like this, especially as an Alphess. Aelin had arrived in Somnus just in time to watch as the she-wolf had been promoted from Omega to Alpha, a step that had she had taken incredibly well and had earned her a huge amount of respect from her Sentinel, but such achievements did not come without their downfalls, and she could tell that Eureka was brushing against one of these low-points now, and it pained her to see someone she respected so much building such a strong facade to hide whatever struggles she faced.
"Take it easy, Eureka. You're not alone, I'm always here if you need someone." Aelin knew that Eureka already had a support system; Violet, Azaelia, Draco, the wolves she had grown up with. But there was no harm in extending that circle of wolves that she could lean on, and it gave Aelin a great sense of comfort to know that others weren't being left without some kind of encouragement or support.
She nodded goodbye to Eureka as she left them at the tree-line, Aelin standing close to the bulky mass of Ocean in case he needed any kind of help supporting the giant weight of Uzumati against his ageing back. Before they could depart the Commons, it was a small and barely familiar figure that joined them, a newer member of Somnus willing to help bury someone she hardly knew. A genuine small managed to cross Aelin's face as Vespen took up a position on the opposite side of Ocean, happy to see that she was so willing to help even with tasks such as this. Aelin could definitely respect that, and was happy that such a she-wolf had found her way to Somnus. They needed more wolves like her.
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Post by Merida on Apr 19, 2019 7:32:20 GMT -8
Make room for the things
that add beauty to your life Maybe Azaelia was in shock. Merida and Percy had been searching for her for a long time, but as Merida looked around at the family surrounding her—reuniting, laughing, crying, embracing one another, mourning together—she realized that Azaelia probably hadn’t even thought about her siblings for years. Of course—why would she? This was her family now. Her muscles relaxed as she removed herself from her sister’s warm chest, and as she spoke with a lump growing in her throat, she found herself unable to look her in the eyes. “ Sorry.” It was all a bit fast. Merida loved fast; she likes to run fast, she liked to see things move quickly around her as she challenged herself to keep up, whether it was a race with her brother or a race with time. Azaelia, though, didn’t have an ounce of that puplike eagerness. Poor girl. A brief silence passed before she decided to leave Azaelia with Percy. Perhaps this wasn’t the best time to catch up about old times. Sorrowful eyes followed the wolves who were leaving the commons with a dead body. Her ears fell back, and though she didn’t know anybody here but those she traveled with, she was eager to be of help, to show respect for the family her sister built, to prove her worth to Azaelia who always held the bar too high. “When you’re ready to talk...” Merida took off. She found a funny looking youngster bouncing about with a solemn look on his face. Odd combination. She had to assume his rambunctiousness was the result of a defect. She was drawn to his innocence, and when she approached him, she smiled empathetically with a small wag of her tail. “Hi there. I’m Merida. Mer, for short. What’s your name?” Merida certainly wasn’t shy, and her filter was probably weaker than Percy’s, but she wasn’t going to make friends sulking around like a sad pup. ”Is that your friend,” Merida asked, following the ivory wolf’s eyes to the large body being carried into the woods. “I’m going to go see his burial. Are you coming along?”
Merida trailed off, hopefully with the bouncy little wolf at her side. If he was there, she asked him, “what was his name,” before continuing into the trees. She was about to attend the burial of a wolf she didn’t know; she had to at least know his name. -exit- IM SORRY THIS POST IS SO BAD FFFFF </3 Azaelia Paladin Percy @wiggles |
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3.5 Years
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Post by Beta Violet on May 1, 2019 22:15:59 GMT -8
| | Violet appeared in the commons, having followed the others back. A relieved gaze fell on the figures of Draco and Eureka. They were home, and safe. She couldn’t help but happily make her way towards them, but Aelin was occupying Draco’s time, and Eureka seemed distant. Having known them since birth, she could tell something was extremely wrong with the Alphess, and she disappeared, taking care of Alphess duties with Uzumati’s body, and then heading to Murdoch’s den. She didn’t recognize some of the wolves that were there, mainly the two that were occupying Azaelia’s space. However, she wouldn’t press on who they were until everything was situated, and there was less disaster to manage. She approached Draco, giving him a small nudge on the shoulder, telling him to go to the lake with the others, where they were to be burying Uzumati’s body. She wanted to speak with Eureka and Murdoch, seeing as Murdoch might know what had happened to Uzumati, and if it were something that could spread through the pack, and she wanted to make sure that Eureka was okay.
Looking to Jolon and Corvidae, she dipped her head towards them. “I must speak with Eureka before we head to the lake with the others. Please head on without me,” She said, nodding towards the other superiors that would lead them to where they were headed. With the general populous heading in that direction, they would know where to go. She just had to make sure that Eureka was okay. Stepping towards Murdoch’s den, she caught the scent of something foreign. Popping her head inside the den that was quite spacious, she saw that Eureka was there with an unknown male as well as Murdoch. Looking towards the male, she gave a dip of her head before worried lavender eyes looked to her Alphess. “I’m glad you’re home safe my dear,” She breathed, looking over Eureka, seeing that she was indeed hurt. She wouldn’t press, knowing that her worrying would only make matters worse. “We have two new members in the pack that I’ve brought only recently into the pack. They seemed fitting enough for the pack, but I’ll leave that for you to decide,” She sighed, going to touch Eureka, but hesitation presented itself when she saw how battered she was.
“We can talk more at the lake,” She whispered, looking towards the male that was standing silent in the den as well, not having said a thing since she had entered. She turned and headed out of the den. Everything that had been so happy now was tragically ruined once again, and she hoped that maybe, somewhere in this land, there was a shred of light that would shine long enough for Somnus to be happy.
-Exit to Lake-
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Omega
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3 years 8 M
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Post by Apprentice Corvidae on May 2, 2019 2:26:25 GMT -8
Sitting next to his, for now, silent companion in grief, Cori's tongue struggled with keeping the silence between the wolves as it itched to flick a rock into his teeth. Occasionally, the foreign sound echoed within the chasm of his mouth that was clenched tightly shut around his large strip of alder bark. Even after just a few minutes, half an hour maybe, his mouth had ached terribly without the plant. If only summer would come sooner and he could give himself a poppy seed. Just a single one didn't have the power to take him down completely, even if he was skinny. He'd consumed enough of them in the past to know that one was pain relief and more was sleep. Eureka's voice, distant and not directed at him, murmured from somewhere within the commons. It summoned the beast of an inky frame to hoist the slightly smaller gargantuan - his polar opposite pelt-wise - onto his back. As he began to trail off towards another region of the territory, Cori rose to his paws to follow. Cobalt and black eyes scanned over the cream form he had sat beside, a silent question of if he was doing okay. Another frame approached the pair. She was one of the faces he didn't fully recognize yet, but then again, how many faces did he? Violet, Jolon, Murdoch, those three for sure. “Hi there. I’m Merida. Mer, for short. What’s your name? Is that your friend? I’m going to go see his burial. Are you coming along?” she spoke, her voice holding a tone of familial greeting but laced with sensitivity towards his unnamed companion's grief. Merida, that was the name he had heard as Mer the first time. He moved a few steps away from the conversation, none of her words truly directed at him despite his innate desire to socialize with his new packmates. Not like he could respond well with bark and a stone muffling his words! Heading towards the fluffy male he had patched up at the borders, a small, sad smile popped onto Cori's face. The piebald creature wasn't about to simply abandon the burial so quickly; his parents had raised him better than that. "I'm going to follow along with them, it just feels wrong to not," he mused to his friend, mismatched eyes glancing up to see Violet approaching them. The pure Beta had lost none of the grace that had stunned him at the borders, but it was clear that her mood had been sufficiently dampened, as everyone's had. “I must speak with Eureka before we head to the lake with the others. Please head on without me,” she confirmed his destination in concrete. Nodding in response as she turned away, Cori's gaze lingered for a few moments on her frame. She was so strong for someone that looked as delicate as the snow she walked upon. Waiting for his fluffy companion to rise to his paws, Corvidae followed the direction that the rest of the burial procession had. Once again, his stone - Kebechet's stone - slammed itself into his molars painfully but there wasn't exactly anything Cori could do but let his body work through the anxiety plaguing his mind. The last thing Somnus needed now was to experience a famine, so he sure as heck wasn't about to stop his jaw from clacking against the stone. He would keep them well fed, even after the death of their hunting superior. @jolon @wiggles Merida Beta Violet-Exit to: The Lake- |
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2019 9:16:52 GMT -8
Fluffy white and silver fur puffed up a bit as a light breeze moved across his pelt, sending the light strands fluttering across his body, before his own amber eyes turned to watch the rest of the pack heading towards the place where the recently fallen pack member was to be buried. Jolon's ears flicked to Violet as she approached them, telling them “I must speak with Eureka before we head to the lake with the others. Please head on without me.” For a second the large male didn't move, worried that the other members of the pack would consider their intrusion of the burial service disrespectful seeing as he had not actually known Uzumati, but Jolon eyes narrowed as he watched the groups moving as one. Jolon shook his head, clearing himself of jitters, he had been alone for too long, he was over analyzing everything, the amber-eyed male shook himself from not to tail, and hurried on after Corvidae and the rest of the group, trotting quickly behind the smaller, piebald male he had become quick friends with.
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Somnus
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Apprentice
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2 Years
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Post by Apprentice Nevermore on May 2, 2019 10:45:25 GMT -8
It seemed that her and Blue would not be alone on their little hunt for herbs, as Merida joined them only a moment after they had set out. She enjoyed the she-wolf’s company. Having another to talk to while you were searching the world only through scent and not sight had wondrous effects on Nevermore’s mood. She happily chatted away with Merida, the she-wolf bringing her every single she could find in hopes that it were a herb. Some were of course herbs that she could use, others however were not. She had to save Merida a couple times from choking, the two laughing about it afterwards. But something pulled her companion away. Foreign scents washed over the clearing, and a familiar stench clung to the air as Nevermore looked towards where they came from. Death. The scent lingered in the back of her mind, always presenting itself at the worst of times. Were they a bad omen for this pack? Everywhere the trio went, it seemed that death only followed. But with the reactions and the other’s scents spiked with grief, but there was something lingering underneath the tones of everyone there that spoke. Things like this occurred often within the lands, and she wondered if they were plagued with the same destiny the trio seemed to carry. Were they destined to always have those that grew close to them die before their very eyes? She brought herself to the clearing, abandoning all herbs that she had gathered. They lingered on her pelt, telling the others what she was about at least. Most of them would have never seen her face before, and be weary near her. But she was not one to linger near death too long. Instead, she ushered herself in the way of her brother’s scent. Nevermore found his scent mixed in with those of herbs, and she could almost confirm that this was the Salutary’s den. From the voices inside, she could tell that Eureka was in there, and with how strong her brother’s scent, he was in there as well. She didn’t listen too well, as after Eureka fell quiet, a burst of air rushed past Nevermore, the scent of lavender and honey filling her nose as a she-wolf passed. She was one of the pack members, and she spoke of important business with Eureka, which only meant she was a superior of the pack. She hadn’t gotten anyone else’s name since she had met Draco and Eureka. The only pack members she knew were now Percy, Merida, Draco, Eureka, El and Blue. Those were the only scents she really recognized, but she would soon be able to label each and every scent to a wolf once she became accustomed to the pack. However, it would all depend on what her brother wanted to do, if he would allow them to be here. Nevermore was already well trained in herbal remedies, but if she were to gain the teachings of a proper pack Salutary, she would excel even further and be a proper Salutary that could heal any wound she came across. She knew that for the ones she had traveled with, they were simple cuts and bruises. The dislodged wounds simply needing rest and a splint to keep them from dislodging once more while everything went back into place. But what Eureka had gone through was extremely foreign to her, she had never come across something like that, and she wanted to hear the insight of the Salutary’s mind. She would never reveal what had happened, but even without eyes Nevermore could smell the foreign scent of a male lingering in Eureka’s pelt, the fear that rose whenever she approached a male. The signs were all there, but Nevermore knew enough to tell herself to not speak of it. She didn’t want to anger or upset the she-wolf. Waiting patiently for the two as well as the Salutary to finally be able to pester him about his ways of healing, she would hope that Blue had followed, her deaf sister offering a warm body to sit close to if she were there. Nevermore felt herself shift a bit too much into her, pressing as if she were doing so for dear life. The thoughts of Eureka, and what had happened to her, weighed on Nevermore’s mind, and if she were being honest, scared her just a bit. @blue El Alphess Eureka Salutary Murdoch |
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Somnus
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Alpha
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2.5 Years
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Post by Alpha Draco on May 3, 2019 20:44:30 GMT -8
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S O M N U SDraco watched as the pack members all gathered together, Eureka giving commands to bury him with the rest of the pack that resided at the Lake. He would visit his mother and father while there, along with Shadow since it was overdue he would visit their graves. He hadn’t known Shadow too long before she had passed, but she was one of the first faces he had seen when he was born, although she would never have known what he looked like, nor really recognized him if she were still alive today. He had changed since that time, and the memories swept over him, guilt following close behind. He had treated Eureka horribly during those days. Blaming her for Ariel and Abel’s death. It was still something that weighed on his mind, even if it was years later now. Something that he would never forget was how horribly he treated his own sister. She forgave him, no matter how many times he belittled and berated her for what had happened, and now she was ahead of him, taking the position that was meant to be for him, all because he was not capable of learning compassion and love quickly enough. But that was fine, he’d come to terms with it. And now, more than ever, he wanted to show his sister that he was sorry for what he had done, and that he was indeed going to change for the better. It would take baby steps, ones that would appear to not be happening, but he would become someone that could actually protect her, and not fail like he had in the past.
Eyeing each wolf as they headed towards the Lake, whether old or new, he saw that Aelin was helping Ocean. She had come rushing from the Common Grounds, and in their own little moment of revery and love, a pack member had died. Although he was not guilty for the wolf’s death, he was guilty for not being here to help prevent it before it happened. Bringing his large frame to walk towards the lake with all the others, he hesitated, watching his sister disappear into the Salutary den. He wanted to make sure that she was okay, that she was going to be okay. But he knew that right now, his overbearing brotherly nature was not needed, and if she needed him, she would let him know. And if she didn’t, then he’d definitely be hounding her within the next couple of days on how she’s feeling.
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