Somnus
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General
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being a boss
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Post by General Red on Feb 22, 2019 19:28:57 GMT -8
Red of somnus
Long grass as far as the eye can see. Purples and blues mixed with yellow haze, white breath poked through the tops. Birds were waking up and sounding their calls. A small spring breeze rustled the trees on the edge of the clearing. Everything was peaceful. Quiet.
Red sat in the center, her eyes closed. Breathing was paced. She was simply listening. The noises of early morning balanced her core. Silenced her anger. The blood lust inside was trapped away. This was all she needed to stay happy. Quiet, peaceful mornings.
Eyes of red glowered from the shadows. Great oak trees kept the body hidden and trapped away. Red's ears flicked from the foot falls running around the clearing. One rotation. Two rotation. Three rotation. The footfalls didn't stop. The birds have gone quiet.
Then all stopped. The clearing was quiet again. Truly quiet.
"Reeeed," an eerily familiar voice called to her.
"Reeeeeeeed," again, the voice sing song. The notes were raspy and low.
She rose to her paws, eyes moving to meet the red that circled her. She approached the line, body weary, eyes narrowed in distrust. "Who are you? Who goes there?"
Laughter, more like cackling, was heard before the eyes stopped in front her. "Don't you remember me, Red?"
"Who are you?" a tingling sensation was felt along her back and hips. More laughter and then saliva hit her in the face.
"How dare you forget me you whore, I kept you alive all those years, alone, and this is how you repay me! By going and getting yourself injured! YOU BITCH THIS IS OUR BODY!" the yelling seemed to come with a force that sent Red backwards.
Lying on her side her head began to pound on the front. Red whimpered out, "please... please stop," her voice begged softly. More laughter. Finally the form seemed to step into the light. There stood Red, covered in blood. A pelt across her back was familiar.
"Oh, so you remember who this belonged to but you don't remember me," the playful tones were gone as the duplicate approached. She shrugged the pelt off in front of the original Red. Upon closer inspection Red realized the pelt was a horrible atrocity of mismatched pelts together. Each one she saw and recognized. The most prominent of them was the largest section.
Gideon's pelt was blood soaked and torn. Her fault. If she just hadn't been so... been so dominant he might have survived. But no, she had to go and fight. The cause of his death. In truth Gideon died of infection and lack of a proper salutary. Athena was there. Patches of frozen ice clumping her fur. The ice clumps continued onto a darker pelt, Scenery's. The last to be attached was Ridley and heat rose in her body.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER!" She snarled as she launched herself at her clone. As her body made contact the form disappeared, leaving Red standing alone next to the chopped pieces of fur.
Kicking and snarling she woke up, her jerky movements forcefully popped her back and flash of pain rendering her temporarily incapacitated. She growled out of pain, cracking her eyes open she flinched from light of the day. It looked like the blizzard might be done.
Standing up, she wobbled around before her eyes focused on a new trio. One of them she remembered tending to her. Limping over she desperately was ignoring the pain in her back. She noticed Eureka and how the male stood over her. Her lip twitched seeing Eureka in the state she was.
"I'm a... friend," her voice was rough and dry. She would attempt to move to curl around Eureka if the male would allow her. If he didn't, she would attempt to get underneath him as well. Red didn't know why she felt such a strong connection to this she-wolf already but she could not just leave her lying down alone. She didn't want her to wake up alone.
Her dream hung in the back of her mind. If her old self was still around would she have let this happen? Of course not, Red would have slammed her body into any of the attackers or have died trying. She was at fault, again, for letting more wolves get hurt. One paw curled into the snow as she fought her own internal war. She would need the blood thirsty beast to resurface if she was going to protect her new friends and family. Looking around, Ridley was still missing. A small whimper left her lips in concern. She did not dare howl for him in case it gave away their position.
She was also forced to rely on these three strange wolves, although they seemed to be struggling as well. They looked to have been attacked as well and she felt a pang for these wolves who only came to help, to be dragged into these problems was unfair.
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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 Feb 23, 2019 14:39:55 GMT -8
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S O M N U SDraco’s head spun as he looked around. Pitch black. Nothing. His body had seemingly healed from the injuries, but it looked as if he were somewhere completely different. This couldn’t be right. Was he dead? The male knew that he couldn’t die, not knowing if his sister was safe. He cursed himself for not being stronger, not being able to overcome the wolf that had attacked him. Circling around the dark space, he called out, but his vocal chords didn’t seem to work anymore. He needed to get to Eureka! At that moment, the surge of pain and cold coursed through him, his head barely able to lift itself. Brown eyes blinked open, a groan escaping his lips as he tried moving. He had wounds everywhere along his body. Although, the worst one was around his neck. He had done a good deal of damage on the opposing male, but it hadn’t been enough for him to win the fight. Bringing himself to his paws, although he knew he shouldn’t, he felt wounds open and fresh blood spill from them. As he stood, he wobbled a bit, his body not wanting to move anymore than it had to. But he needed to know if Eureka was okay. Following the scent that intertwined her sisters and the hideous male that had drug her off, he stumbled forward, vision slightly blurry as he moved forward. He could see that the female Red was there, injuries of her own visible to anyone that could see. Draco drug his useless body into the clearing that they had all gathered in. There were three foreign wolves. Two she-wolves and a male. Looking towards them, his brown eyes searched, seeing the body of Eureka being treated by one of the wolves. With the state of her eyes, he could already tell that she was blind. “My sister… Is she okay?” He asked, looking towards the wolves frantically. He looked towards Red. She was in bad condition as well. “We should move from this area,” He said, looking towards them. If they were to inquire about his injuries, he would shrug them off. Approaching his sister, he would pick her up, considering she wouldn’t be able to walk with how much pain she was in. He could almost pick his sister up as if she was a pup, but he knew that holding her by her scruff wouldn’t be enough. Tucking his head underneath hers, he hoisted her onto his shoulders, letting out a small growl as he did so. Looking towards the three that had found them, he looked over them. “We have a Salutary back at our pack, if you would like to accompany us you’re welcome to, but I need to get home immediately,” He said, staggering a bit before walking in the direction of their pack. -Exit to Somnus-
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General
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Post by General Red on Feb 28, 2019 15:34:42 GMT -8
Rogue Red Red had drifted off for only a few moments before she heard the orange creamcicle above her move. Opening green eyes she spotted the familiar figure of Draco approaching. His eyes looked pained and hurt, their only focus was on Eureka. Understandable. Moving slightly out of the way so he could observe her, he spoke. "My sister... is she okay?" Her own eyes fell to the ground. Looking over the Alphess anyone knew that she was anything but okay, the only question was now was how badly her psyche was gonna be after this. Red had no words either, unaccustomed to such events as these her own stomach turned in revolt. "We should move from this area," was his next command and she would agree. Rising to stand she would help situate Eureka on his back. Red would push her body against his for support, he was much taller than her but she knew how hard it was to carry another on your back. Looking around one last time she realized she was gonna loose her brother a second time, hopefully in the future Eureka and Draco would permit her leave to search for him. As her body moved against Draco's, keeping Eureka from being jostled too much, she thought of what to say to him. Her own throat was clenched in place, words unable to move past the cinder block there. Swallowing she finally managed to move the words around the obstacle. "We will get them for what they have done, I will not let him live if I see him," she growled out, her body shaking in rage against Draco's. For a moment the old fury and blood-lust she had managed to keep away so long came back, filling her veins with revenge and hatred. The taste of iron and copper on her tongue was missed and for a second she considered leaving to do what was needed. But that was dumb, she would no longer plow head first into battle. She was smarter and wiser than that. She would make them pay one day but not today. Exit to Somnus Borders |
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Breeder
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Post by Breeder Lluise on Feb 28, 2019 15:40:24 GMT -8
ROGUE
LLUISE
Lluise hated everything about winter. Everything. The cold, the dampness, the snow. Being short didn't help as she practically pushed herself through snow piles. Most of the area was compact and she could easily walk across the top but some areas she just fell into. She no longer cared if others could hear her curse up a storm every time she fell into a snow drift. Spitting a mouthful of snow out she spotted an area for cover.
Slinking into the small space between two trees, this area was sheltered from the winds and gave enough space for her to lay down. Relaxing a little her salmon tongue went to work in removing ice and snow clumps stuck in her fur. Chewing them out and spitting she gave thought to her plan of action.
The wolves were last seen here but have since vacated the premises. Their scent was mostly washed away by the new snow falls but whispers on the wind told her that they moved north. Makes sense, really. South was four packs, one at which they started a war with. She wondered if they were planning to go to war with the others as well?
Hopefully their little display months prior on Ferus borders wasn't a one time only thing or a false representation of who they were. She would be mightily disappointed if they turn out to be a flop of idiot monkeys like Ferus turned out to be. Not enough wolves to even properly watch Alpha pups. Truly disappointing for to her.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2019 19:41:17 GMT -8
By some benevolent grace, Father allowed Mama to remain with her. She was so happy so could’ve just cried — until she remembered she had specifically vowed not to. Oh, Adjetni was absolutely wonderful! She’d be good, brilliantly studious in return for this favor he granted her. Now where was Momma? She just had to share the news, just had to ensure that she too learned of the magnitude of the miracle that just occurred. She’d, for once in her life, done something right, something good her parents could be pleased over. And Anubis said it could never be done! She’d definitely shown her! As the ashy pup scanned the wood Commons for her Mama, she felt a strange airiness, a lovely, breezy lightness in her chest that she’d never been previously allowed to embody: pride.
“Tiny,” A soft voice cooed as Mother scooped her up with a whimsy grin. She froze in primitive, instinctive terror. She had done something bad, she just knew she had, and was about to receive the right punishment for her crime—
“You’ve done well, my daughter.” Mother gently marveled, kissing the top of her head. What was — what was this? The mother she knew never looked at her fondly, never claimed her as her own, and yet she was smiling so kindly, so lovingly, just the way Tiny had always secretly hoped Mother would. Tiny closed her eyes, savoring the moment, still unsure if it this all was entirely real. “Adjetni has smiled upon you and has given you a future,” Mother began. “And with each success you achieve we will reward you, as a daughter of a prophet should be.” A future? Success? Such things had been pure fantasies previously, but now was different. Now, Mother actually believed in them too! Her eyes widened in wonder as she craned her frizzy head upwards, unable to contain her giddy, ear to ear grin. She’d finally done it. She’d finally made Mother proud.
The moment she’d left to finish tending to other business, Tiny scampered to Maleah’s side. “Momma, momma!” She whispered, shivering in sheer delight. “I did it. I made her proud. Are you proud too?” She whispered softly. Before she could answer, Mother rounded them up for a ritual of sorts where all of them needed to nip their paws. Try as she might, however, her undeveloped fangs couldn’t quite completely pierce her skin. “Can you help me?” She asked politely, extending a frail, thin forepaw forwards. Momma nipped her gently, but Tiny took it bravely. She was a big pup now, and could handle cuts like that. “Thanks Momma!” She cheered sweetly, kissing her cheek. “I love you!”
Exit To: Mortiul Commons
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2019 17:43:26 GMT -8
“This— this can’t be right.”
The Ferus Hunting Superior had always been renowned for what appeared to be an eternal air of total indifference. Flint was calm, relaxed, collected when most were not, slick-tongued and sharp-minded even in the worst of times. It had been considered by many to be his best quality. Now, it was nowhere to be seen. “I swear Ebony, I swear—“ The puce male peeled off from his clouded traveling companion’s side, desperately sniffing every half exposed root, every broken, rotting branch, every last scrap of brush within reach only to return emptyhanded. The pack was gone. Correction: they’d been gone. For months at this point. “They were just here,” He panted, scanning for scraps of fur, sorrel ears swiveling to and fro in search of sound. “They can’t have gone, it was impossible—“
And it had been. At the time. Two heavily pregnant she-wolves partnered with winter blizzards didn’t quite spell: ‘Optimal migratory conditions.’ And yet somehow, between the brief journey to and from Lubrusca’s Commons, they’d uprooted themselves and entirely vanished, with only wisps of scent revealing a mere hint of their direction. The prospect of their potential whereabouts was enough to make his blood run cold. They could be anywhere now, planning, scheming, plotting the course of their next attack. In the time it took for him and Ebony to find them again, how many more would be forced into their ranks? How strong would they have all grown, how much more cunning, how much more powerful? Every instant ebbing by was another voice, another soul cruelly snatched from existence, never to be seen again. Perhaps even now they were rallying to attack the packs, birthing the beginnings of a siege. Would it even be possible for the two of them to stop such a plan of theirs at this point?
“Ebony, you’ve a better nose,” He reasoned, his voice holding a tense aggravated quality. “Do you smell anything?” He was trembling, although oblivious to this fact. Ebony hadn’t necessarily been the best of traveling companions, especially for a wolf as incessantly chatty as himself, but he’d always had good, faithful, sound logic. He’d be right. Flint’s nose was simply failing him in winter’s peak, and good, reliable, sensible Ebony would surely find the scent, and they’d have their quarry right where they wanted them by the next full moon. It’d all work out just swimmingly. They’d vanquish the threat, ensure it was thoroughly disposed till the end of time, and return home by that spring.
All Ebony needed to do was find that pesky scent.
He lowered himself onto his brindled haunches, patiently giving Ebony the time needed to complete his given task. Time passed. The look on Ebony’s shadowed maw spoke more eloquently than the male could have ever aspired to. “I’m not lying,” he insisted, his brow furrowing defensively. “They were here, I’m certain of it, I’d bet my life on it, I’d—“ He shook his head, pacing restlessly up and down the dried mud path. “They’re just gone. All of them, gone. Didn’t want to be followed. No tracks, no mess, and barely a scent I—“ Flint slumped in defeat. “I don’t know how, if it’s possible, we can find them. They’re not here now, but they’re planning something,” He whispered, shuddering. “I can feel it creeping in my bones.”
Suddenly, miraculously, the scent he’d so poignantly desired curled with the crook of his onyx nostrils; sharp, tangible, as clear as he could have dreamed it. “There!” He gasped, scrambling to his paws. “There, right there, beyond the brush. Maybe she can tell us what’s going on, where they all went, maybe—“ Flint bolted forwards, enthralled by the possibilities, only to come backpedaling to a sudden halt. “Lluise?” He wheezed incredulously, recalling the reckless newcomer with the smug, knowing smile. “What are you doing here? Don’t you know it — this whole place is dangerous?”
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Post by Breeder Lluise on Apr 28, 2019 14:04:15 GMT -8
ROGUE LLUISE
Lluise had been waiting for the right moment for a week now to begin her journey, she just didn't want to come empty handed. She was hoping to find another bitch or brute to persuade to join her, to lead her to this place and offer them as an offering. Either as a soldier, slave, or breeder. More than likely she herself would become the later of the three. She would commit, perhaps convincing them while pregnant or between pregnancies that she would do good in manipulation.
Letting a sigh roll from her lips she was surprised to smell a familiar scent. Whipping her head she spotted Flint. How convenient, perhaps she can pretend to join them, get there, pretend to infiltrate before letting them know who lies at their borders. She remained still, only to rise with a friendly tail wave at his approach. "“Lluise?" She laughed at the sound he made. "The one and only!"
"What are you doing here? Don’t you know it — this whole place is dangerous?” his scoff at her abilities made her frown before she flashed a teasing smile.
"Please, Flint, if I was as weak as you," and every other member of Ferus, although she did not say this aloud, "might think, I might have perished as a young rogue, but I did not and joined Ferus. The pack has been," she eyed Ebony suspiciously and wondered what she could drop without infuriating Flint but giving Ebony information. She wasn't apart of Ferus no longer, so she had no reason to protect them. "Well, there have been more complications since your departure," she whispered towards him, but she wasn't trying to be sly enough to escape Ebony's attention, "I had no place there and left to come help you," she announced, puffing her chest out characteristically.
"They're more north from what I gathered," she explained to the both, having already scouted the area when they had freshly departed. She had found their path although covered now, she knew a rough idea of where to lead them. "I've been waiting for about a week, only voles and rabbits as my company... and dinner," she joked towards the both of them. Knowing this mission was serious to them both, however, her visage returned to something akin to seriousness with a flash of... flirtation? Seduction? She was never meaning to be either of those things but when around males, those were the traits that slipped from her.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2019 8:30:55 GMT -8
 - Beta Ebony - Someone who cannot hate something, cannot love something, either. Ebony took maximum care with each step through the barren terrain. His head pivoted repeatedly like a machine so he could survey every distinct unit around him, so no inch had gone without reasonable inspection. And though his eyes were keen, his nose did far more work. He scratched and pawed at the bases of trees where individuals might have marked their scents,. The aromas that rose as a result of the friction indicated that a large number of wolves resided here recently. He decidedly ignored the scent of a Ferus wolf nearing. He kept his thoughts to himself, for it would only be responsible to share his conclusion once it had formulated in every respect, though Flint's breakdown had convinced Ebony to engage sooner.The investigative qualities of himself and Flint, who he considered a relatively intelligent individual, was rather interesting to observe. Ebony was dedicated to this project, and utilized his response to the provocation of cannibals by engaging in an organized review of the facts. This would produce the most reliable conclusion that would, hence, prompt a quicker and more desirable resolution. Flint's behavior, however, indicated that he was severely effected by his tension. His eyes darted quicker with every movement and he began to sniff incessantly in all the wrong places, demonstrating a lack of judgement incited by anxiety.Ebony gathered that the investigation would be led more successfully if Flint was in his best health, so Ebony considered sharing his incomplete discovery with him. The hunter was expected to return to his more suitable demeanor and resume his search more professionally.But his endeavor was soon interrupted by a familiar voice. Ebony did not consider it necessary to enquire into the scent of a Ferus wolf earlier. It was a fair assumption that Flint had also recruited wolves from his own pack, and one had now arrived. But Flint's reaction to her arrival was far from Ebony's original conjecture. He considered this a failure.He was not familiar with Lluise. She served as an omega for some time in the pack, rendering her a useless subject that had no reason to travel to Lubrusca, but Ebony had taken the liberties of traveling to Ferus on multiple occasions to ensure the treaty was being upheld. This is how he knows the former omega, but was unaware of her descent into roguehood.He was curious about her behavior around the males. It was out of place to be looking at a male with such eyes. Perhaps she had an addiction. Or, perhaps, she was unable to act in accordance to the social energy of a vicinity, like Ebony. Intrigued, he raised his voice."Are you performing a romantic custom?" Ebony had observed the many Lubruscan romances seized by various indications of interest and displays of affection. True, this appeared to be one. It was all Ebony could do to wonder about these things and gather all of the information he could.
After the silence that passed, Ebony agreed to move on from the subject. "Their scents certainly do lead north," he said as he stalked in that direction. His eyes landed blank on flint, who was unable to make this deduction himself. Snow began to fall on his coat, and an eerie breeze passed over the woods, sending dead sticks from the trees onto the ground. They would need to start heading north before the storm covered the scents. Ebony began his trek in that direction, continuing to paw surfaces at every hundred yards. He imagined that Flint and Lluise might want to stay behind to "catch up," but Ebony had his own agenda. In a day's time, at least in the storm, they would make it to the dry woods between the Ferus borders and the small desert.
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Breeder Lluise
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2019 15:51:48 GMT -8
He’d never gotten to know Lluise as well as he should have, but he’d always felt that something seemed — off. Then again, they hadn’t exactly had a fantastic first impression. The border massacre had been their first encounter, which wouldn’t favor the friendliest of wolves, but even now he recalled that her reaction had been disconcerting. The disdainful curl of her onyx lips at the sight of Tenshi’s flayed, broken form, her approving smirk at the scene, the giddy, almost imperceptible giggle when he’d had to wrench the yearling’s neck all came flooding back to him. No, no, they may have briefly lived together in the same lands, but this was most certainly not any packmate of his. He regarded her with careful wariness, all too aware of the dangers that snarky, unassuming she-wolves possessed. She couldn’t hurt him, but mischief seemingly molded itself to her gaze, her mannerisms. That would bring trouble. Lluise was the sort he would have to remain fully aware of at all times, attuned to her ways and manners of speech, memorizing her movements, her body language, and most importantly, knowing what was in and out of character. Perhaps it would all be a waste of his time, these trivialities. Perhaps they would save his life. Only time would tell. "Please, Flint,” Lluise haughtily sneered, unable to mask her obvious disdain. “If I were as weak as you might think, I might have perished as a young rogue, but I did not and joined Ferus. The pack has been,” She trailed off suddenly, attempting to acquire the correct turn of phrase. Subtly, thin sorrel ears swiveled forwards, perked in peaked interest. Repetition of the obvious wasn’t a good sign, typically indicative of wolves harboring something well worth hiding. The question was in Lluise’s case what exactly her something was. Obviously, something had occurred between her, Jay, and Semira, but she remained quite silent on the topic, taking care to steer the subject to more favorable matters. "Well, there have been more complications since your departure." That he was more inclined to believe. This case, the dozens connected to it, was mind-numbingly complicated to explain to the unknowledgeable. Complications, inherently, were inevitable to such matters. "I had no place there and left to come help you," She slyly proclaimed. That, on the other hand, seemed far more suspicious. Ferus wolves were never considered the soft, generous sort; Lluise certainly being no exception to this rule. Something else had to have been at play for her involvement. "They're more north from what I gathered," She observed, slipping forth the most useful information they had yet. Automatically, the auburn male perked up. Of course she’d found more than she’d let on, just as he’d suspected! While he still held his fair share of suspicions, perhaps she’d provide them other tidbits that they’d be able to use. "I've been waiting for about a week, only voles and rabbits as my company... and dinner," She playfully suggested, her eyes assuming the tantalizing air toying she-wolves such as herself often exploited. He could have just recoiled — if he himself hadn’t assumed similar tactics, back in bolder days. Such tactics were useful when applied correctly, but unfortunately for Lluise, he’d rendered himself immune to such trickery. At least he hoped he had. Most likely. A solid 90% success rate, at least. Beta Ebony, while not enticed necessary, appeared oddly intrigued, curious even. "Are you performing a romantic custom?" He asked with an air of almost puppish curiosity. Flint stiffened, barely, just barely managing to stifle his laughter. He’d allow Lluise the full thrills of answering that question. "Their scents certainly do lead north," The onyx male observed, automatically trekking ahead in the given direction. Flint instinctively followed, then haltered in his tracks a pace or so in. Lluise seemed to know much more than they, and given the general leisurely way in which she went about things, seemed to have no concerns in finding the pack. While he didn’t trust her, per-say, there was no doubt she could be a potential asset to their team — and frankly, considering what they were about to go tackle, they could use all the help they were capable of getting. “Lluise,” Flint addressed her candidly as but another equal. “If Ferus sent you here, then let’s both make our missions simpler. Come with Ebony and I. It’s a dangerous journey, but as you already established, you’re very capable of handling it. We’ll find the pack and yearling girl faster with three noses than two. You’ll be rewarded on your return, I’m sure.” He paused, curious to how she would respond to this proposal. After a moment’s lapse, he turned on an ochre heel, heading in Ebony’s direction. “Well, come along then. We haven’t all day.” He chuffed, easing into a trot. Breeder Lluise @ebony |
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Post by Breeder Lluise on May 13, 2019 10:52:43 GMT -8
ROGUE
LLUISE
Lluise mouth dropped open as she was slapped with Ebony's question. The tiniest of snickers from Flint did not help her composure as she gaped like a fish out of water. Closing her jaw with a click she tried to regain some sort of composure, but failed. Already to late, her facade dropped she eye rolled and looked to Flint with a small purse of her lips.
"Just trying to have fun, stave my boredom, but I see you're already the life of the party," she sassily snapped back, her eyes finally settling past Flint. She moved her head once again as Ebony confirmed her information and moved by. "What a hound," she said dryly, eyes moving to Flint as he spoke. what a thought, being rewarded by Jay? Flint couldn't promise that, he may be a superior but he was a hunting superior. He could promise her a could meal, possibly. With his recent record of packmates dying during the elk run, she doubted even that. Although, he must be good for something if Jay sent him. Or maybe just an expendable pawn that could be trusted to bring back information.
"I will answer any question you want about Ferus since your departure," she answered, her only way to say she would help without saying she would help. She followed after her old packmate, eyes going to the ground. What was this in her chest? Regret? Dread? Whatever this was, she was going to bury it deep. By the time they would have moved through the territory, she would have answer anything about Ferus truthfully and to her knowledge of what had happened before she left.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2019 6:10:57 GMT -8
Snow and long-dead brush crackled beneath heavy paws, the sound almost deafening in the otherwise lifeless forest. The hulking brute responsible for the cacophony prowled unruffled through the fiendishly cold stretch of scraggly wood, more demon than wraith against the ivory backdrop. Snow clung to the male’s thick pelt - as did the faint, crusting remnants of his last meal. If the skeletal vole, nearly frozen to death by the time he found it, could be considered a ‘meal’ at all. Perhaps, the male had thought, it was better that the woodlands were empty; who in their right mind would want to be faced in this icy hell by a hulking brute of a male, coated in blood inside and out? Not that Abaddon cared what they thought of him. It was just easier to avoid the prying eyes and feeble, groveling attempts at placating conversation altogether. There were, of course, other benefits to the solitude. He had been weaving through the the barren, winter-dried woodland for a few hours, and had yet to stumble upon more than a faint, stale scent of other wolves. This fact had eased his tension, letting his mind roam free a bit. Not that his ease would mean anything if he starved to death in this dead zone - but that was a far-off worry. Conditions notwithstanding, time to think, Abaddon realized, was something he had sorely needed. He had been wandering aimlessly for weeks, perhaps even months. The seasons had changed around him, but he had never quite determined what, exactly, he was doing with himself. Perhaps this would be a change to amend that. If, of course, he could pull his mind from the past long enough to look to the future. In his time of solitary travel, his mind had frequently drifted to what he had left behind. To the pack that had collapsed in on itself because of one little pup, when the narcissism and pridefulness of their little family finally began to tear away at their foundations. To that barren desert where he had stalked by Silas’s side, ignoring his comments and eventually going to scout ahead - and never turning back. Abaddon wouldn’t call what he felt as he reflected regret. They were already falling apart at the seams by the time he had wandered away, looking into the horizon and wondering if he might build a real future out there - as a rogue or with a real, solid pack. It wasn’t meant as a slight against Melek; he had always admired his former alphess. Her take-no-shit attitude and decisiveness had appealed to him when she had extended to him the opportunity to be her General, and he would respect her for as long as he lived - if their paths ever crossed again. He had liked most of the others well enough, too. But between them all, there was too much pride, anger, and selfishness for them to become the well-oiled machine Melek had always hoped. The cold, gruff male would even admit to himself that he missed some of the others, in a sense. He regretted no longer having Silas to blow off steam with, despite the male’s bitchy and narcissistic personality that so often grated at Abaddon’s nerves. Most of all he missed Cassiopeia - perhaps his first and only true friend. The confident, no-nonsense salutary who, despite her general pacifism, had given the oak male a listening ear and a steadfast companion. And a soft spot, though he would never admit it to anyone, least of all her. If he ever saw her again. Even worse, however, were the moments when his mind wandered further, to a time before Melek or Cael or Peia. To a pack even more grossly unstable than his previous, despite the strength of its warriors and strict commands. To a place bathed in crimson by Abaddon’s own claws and maw. To a pair of beloved pups dead at his feet, and a mate battered, banished, and mutilated in a meadow too alive with growth to hold the last thread of his heart. Those were the moments when the rage nearly boiled over, with no outlet to relieve it. There was no grief there anymore; no space for it, so it all turned to wrath instead. Perhaps being alone with his thoughts wasn’t as ideal as the hulking male thought. The coldblooded brute trekked along, leaving nothing but faint footprints behind. He ceased to care that the bitter wind was carrying less-than-stale scents his direction; if he came upon the unfortunate souls, he could deal with a short interaction and move along. And he would keep moving; these woods were a hell of their own. . : Exit To : Mortiul/Ignatia Border Outskirts : .
Update 5/25: Whoops there's the most rushed exit I've ever written |
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