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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2018 11:27:31 GMT -8
 - Beta Ebony - Someone who cannot hate something, cannot love something, either. In an instant, the world became illuminated. In the distance, he could see thick gray smoke billowing into the muted firmament, by the degrees becoming shielded by a veil of darkness as the smoke ingested all corners of the atmosphere. The young flames, refusing to be contained, searched and reached hungrily for the Lubruscan wolves, charcoaling pads and noses, blackening the furs, the trees, and the once-lush undergrowth. Sharp sawgrass blades burned in ragged lines toward the islands of trees, each plot enveloped by the sheer sultriness of the inferno. The vast tracts of Lubrusca had become engulfed entirely, a dominion of beauty and evergreen falling subject to nature's passing of demise. The panic started out thinly, something surreally attenuated that could be jabbed into holes for mild breathing, but as the air became thicker, so did the panic, and thus did the opportunity for composition of a gasp become rarer by the minute. In that next minute, the panic had become a deluge of rime surrounding every limb, creeping higher until it passed the mouth and nose, disabling respiratory abilities almost entirely. That's when the attack became absolute, shutting the body down, anchoring begging ankles that fought to speed towards refuge, to little avail. The thing that was most startling to Ebony was this chaos, not the flames. Naturally, his body pushed him towards his destination, but his mind was still... empty. This was not his panic, it was that of Lubrusca--not merely the rapid heartbeats of the "regulars," but the dismay of everything and everyone prior. This was Ventus's fire, her gone fury and rage over Joktan and the war finally coming to punish her for her lack of avail to her family. Ebony thought, perhaps, this was inevitable. Thus, he was calm. He was not the one at risk here. He recalled the most recent abduction of faith and the installment of hysteria that he had witnessed, however scarcely endured. Somewhere out in the midsts of the mountain ranges were his masters and dependents, fleeing from their lives from whatever unknown force or entity it was that threatened them. Ebony was employed into that family as if by contract, by trial and by absolute necessity. He was a deputy for hire, it looked as though he was at the time, and he has always considered himself to be as such. It was for that reason that Ebony was utterly detached from all things but order. He hadn't grown relationships, nor had he ever established an interest in any particular study or being. And it was for that reason, too, that he would never experience nor but comprehend the myriad feelings of loss, joy, hate, and, to any degree, love. He appeared in the dell unscathed, a sharp focus orbiting around each of the wolves who occupied the space. He found Ventus, questioning the number of casualties, a subject for which Ebony had no information, nor, presumably, had anyone else. He prevailed in silence, for there was no valuable reassurance he could give a voice to.
Salutary Snow Rose Hunting Superior Parker Omega Macha @mochi @dante @elenor Beta Lysic @fenrir Sentinel Hydran Hunter Devika Alphess Ventus |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2018 17:37:52 GMT -8
Omega Macha
“Everybody Can Make Someone's Day, Just Smile And Say Hi!”
Macha hovered next to Park-ur’s side as they moved, often glancing around at their surroundings as they moved. Far above them, it seemed some flashes of green still clung to the trees’ shabby branches. But the lush forest floor that had once existed was now gone, replaced by the scattered remains of the beauty Lu-bru-sca had once had. Charred twigs snapped underfoot, blackened blossoms crumbled with the breeze and stones were reduced to scorched and sooty objects that shivered underfoot. It was almost hard to believe that this place was once the gorgeous territory Macha had first encountered.
Beside her, her buoyant friend’s pace quickened to a more jovial gait, his risen spirit easy to identify despite the soot powdering his face. At such a reaction, Macha frowned, searching for the source of his newfound hope. Her grey-gold gaze wandered ahead of them, sucking in the sight of what had made Park-ur so excited.
The river washed the banks ahead of them, grey and raging yet the most inviting thing Macha ever though she could see. Even more inviting was the sight of two cream hued figures, one a giant and the other smaller, grey backed wolf. Snow Wose and Mokee.
“Mokee…” Each sound was drawn from her lips and she stumbled forward, new speed reaching her paws. The world felt faint, dreamlike, as if she was in the process of falling asleep. The warmth that spread like flood waters through her was most inviting, happiness bringing her previously worried face into a wide smile as she stepped toward the silver bear. As he embraced her, Macha buried her head into his soft fur, pressing herself against his larger form. The caress of his tongue was familiar, a comfort to calm the pound of her heart. It was better now, everyone she cared about most was here, and safe from the raging worm that had threatened them before. If this feeling, this happiness could last forever, the joy Macha would have.
But the happiness didn’t last.
Gently pulling her head from the warmth of his chest, the marbled adolescent caught a glimpse of her dearest friend, hunched and quivering in the cold river waters that washed against him. “Park-ur…” Simply his broken posture, curled and aged, brought tears to her already dampened eyes, calling her to lightly pull in his direction. Tears continued breaking the cusps of her eyelids, a couple beginning to teeter and streak her colorful face with darkened and uneven lines.
Macha glanced toward her father, tears now beginning to gush from her citrine gaze, expression begging him to let her go and help him.
Even if he protested her leave, the marbled adolescent gingerly pulled away from Mokee’s tight embrace, the turning and began to wade through the heavy water toward her huddled friend. She couldn’t leave him to suffer alone. He had helped her before, so she would help him now. Pushing her small frame toward him, she splashed closer, finally managing to reach his dampened side while becoming slightly drenched in the process.
The marbled adolescent didn’t say a word as she plopped down in the shallow river next to him, merely scooting closer so that her hip touched his. Her citrine eyes fell to the glistening tears that streaked his cheek, not realizing that her own tears had ceased upon her quest to comfort the blonde male. Leaning over, the marbled pup gently swiped a few of the clinging drops from his darkened cheek, telling him silently that she was there.
Tagged: Hunting Superior Parker, @mochi, Salutary Snow Rose, Alphess Ventus, @ebony OOC: Really late post, I'm so sorry about my inactivity! Word Count: 594 |
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Lubrusca
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Hunter
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Post by Hunting Superior Parker on Feb 1, 2018 22:33:52 GMT -8
The current of the water had little to no effect on the teenager. The insistent shove of the water against his sodden frame didn't shift the grip his claws had within the pebbles at the bottom of the river bed. With his position permanent until further notice, the usually jovial pup allowed his tears to fall without abandon. The chills of the frigid autumn water pierced through his thick layers of fur, causing his body to tremble with cold, shock, grief, and with every breath he beared the pain. His lips quivered as he sobbed into the current. His back hunched, and his head slowly got closer and closer to the water. The pain of the icy waves against his frame numbed his mind as well as his body. A cough racked his system ever so often as water would splash into his nose or as his crying overtook the rate of his breathing. The thought of the body of his friend laying only meters behind him made his stomach turn. He felt like throwing up. He felt like submerging himself into the water, allowing himself to be carried downstream and away from the true carnage of the flames. Ash still stuck to most of his upper body still, despite it being wet. The strong current of the river had washed away most of the silver death dust from his paws and flank in the time he had been wallowing in the same spot. The faint sound of his name being called in the broken manner he knew to belong to Macha only constricted his heart more. He didn't want to drag her down into his grief. She should be happy with Mochi right now, not concerned about him! His teary eyes didn't remove themselves from the water rushing past his paws as the sound of a small frame making it's way towards him assaulted his ear drums. The chill of her soggy fur hitting his own sent a shiver up his spine. She was cold, but the selflessness in her action, to come and comfort him while he sat freezing in a river and an ocean of grief, sent a twinge of gratification through him. He felt her wipe the tears in the midst of falling away from his face, which only gave his eyes more reason to create more. The blonde male tipped his head back, trying to keep the brine from escaping down his face. His overcast eyes stared at the similarly coloured sky, simply watching the whisps of smoke curl up and away. He didn't want to blink with the sheer volume of tears that lingered at the front of his eyes. As the pepper in the wind stung his eyes once more, he couldn't help but squeeze his eyes shut tightly, letting the traitors trickle down towards his neck. A deep, shuddery breath escaped the young wolf as he stayed in that position, feeling his cold tears running down his fur. After a few seconds without moving a muscle, even to breathe, Parker inhaled deeply, lowering his head back down. He was grateful for Macha's comfort. He didn't think that just the presence of someone else could ease his pain so easily. To have her pressed beside him as he cried was as if she was sharing his pain; as if she could understand the sheer amount of pain that flared in every cell of his being. Needing to calm down more, the golden male placed his chin onto Macha's head. He breathed in her scent that mixed with the ash that still lay think in the air and on their fur. His stormy eyes stayed wedged shut as he focused on slowing his breathing. A hiccup still rocked him ever so often as the peak of his crying died down. He never realized just how much bigger he was than Macha until he had leaned on her for support, literally. Drawing in another gulp of oxygen, Parker finally lifted his head off Macha's. "Thanks Macha," his scratchy voice crackled out as his head fought to clear the fog of grief that had layered over everything. Slowly, his surroundings became clear to him. The biting cold of the river wasn't a soothing numbness anymore, it was a sharp pain in his paws. The tears that rolled down his face effortlessly left their mark; a slug’s trail of drying salt down his fur. The shiver in the smaller body beside him that was oh so precious to him in this moment. It was Macha's coldness that moved the young male. He lifted his flank out of the water and turned to face his anchor. "You're probably cold. We should get out of the water..." he trailed off, his eyes flicking to the bank where he saw new faces and old. Ventus and Ebony had arrived, but in the foreground still lay Shibaan. Just seeing her laying there, lifeless, broken, burned; Parker's throat closed again. His breathing became hoarse and any progress on moving towards the banks of the river were stopped momentarily. The river shifting his new grip on the rocks is what made him take another step. He couldn't stop staring at Shibaan. In the back of his mind, there was still a part of him that held hope for her to be alive. For her to just be unconscious and severely injured. For her to not actually be gone. The lanky male side stepped out of the water. His eyes were stuck on the charred corpse of one of his best friends. Finally snapping out of his stupor, he frantically scanned the gathered wolves for the only other wolf that was around his age that he wanted to see. Prim. The new Delta, which was great and all, but she was his friend first. He couldn't see her, which struck panic through his body, but he managed to convince himself through childish innocence that maybe she just hadn't arrived at the river yet. Taking a few steps away from Macha, Parker gave his pelt a hearty shake, trying to free himself of the frigid water that permeated his fur. Being much dryer now, wanted to snuggle back up to Macha, so he would wait to see if she would shake herself off before moving around to her side again. He wanted to curl around her a little bit, but he really didn't know what he was doing. It was the instinctive comfort seeking attention of a pup that was driving him towards her. |
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Lubrusca
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Beta
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1.5 Years
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Post by Beta Lysic on Feb 9, 2018 22:12:50 GMT -8
L Y S I CHeir of Lubrusca
Lysic had been separated from his mother during the fire. Bright red flames engulfing the territory, and engulfing his little brother, Lirik. He was currently pulling the singed body along, trying to hurry and save his brother. He had found a path that had almost no flames, but his rear hurt. The fur on the end had been singed off, and he had small blisters already forming on the exposed skin. He had to get his brother to safety. That was what he was focused on right now, and the searing pain ebbed away, bringing only determination and desperation seeping into his heart. His brother was completely limp, and was charcoal black on his read end. He could see the bloody flesh along Lirik's legs, and he knew that Snow Rose would need to treat him immediately. Lysic had barely been outside the camp, so the land was foreign to him. He knew it was Lubrusca territory, but he didn't know where he was heading.
Tripping over his brothers' limbs, he felt the overwhelming sensation of panic. He couldn't stop right now, not with the fire at his heels. Taking a stronger hold on his brother's scruff, he lifted his head and started walking quicker than before. His little paws carrying him in an unknown direction. A way that he thought would lead him to the rest of the pack. To his mother. To safety. At the thought of that, he caught the scent of fresh water, something that smelt familiar to him. The smell of water gave him hope. From that direction came the smell of his mother, and the fear that seeped through her skin. His one eye looked towards the area ahead of him, hoping to find his pack.
Bursting into the area with his brother's limp body dragging along, he saw that there were many more adult wolves, and none of his siblings around. Pulling the little pup, he was headed towards Snow Rose, determined to get Lirik help. He had to turn out okay, or Lysic's struggle would have been for no reason. Looking towards the area in front of him, he stumbled slightly, tripping over his own paws. Stumbling forward, he lost the grip on his brother and came tumbling to the ground, little body heaving for air. The smoke in his lungs was clouding up his windpipes, and making it harder to breathe. Coughing, his one eye looked towards his brother, and then called out. "Snow Rose, please help him! He won't wake up!" The little pup cried, pulling himself to his feet to stumble towards the body of his dead brother.
"Come on Lirik wake up!"
Salutary Snow Rose @mochi Omega Macha @fenrir Alphess Ventus @ebony Hunting Superior Parker @prim Lirik's now dead |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2018 18:25:55 GMT -8
Hope illuminated his darling's expression the instant they'd locked eyes; soft, gentle slips of sound escaping her ebony maw. Mokee. Could any word have melted him so completely? For one fantastic moment, her face held perfect happiness, engulfed within his warmth. All past traces of trouble held little more than meaningless weight - and why shouldn't they? Faint, ashen flickers of smoke were the only hints of the horrors that had swept Lubrusca, reducing all reminders of Lubrusca's previously lush beauty into a singed, powdered soot. Carnage, however, caringly spared their friends and family the worst of the blaze, only singing the soft down of their undercoat. Macha had made it - his child, his perfect happiness had emerged unscathed - surely, that was all that mattered? Had nothing else survived, emerging from ebony ashes, he could have every born all of it, every ounce of sorrow if it would only guarantee his sweetheart's total safety. No matter how many Lubruscan packmates had been lost, no matter how much had been destroyed, they could recover. Progress. Rebuild. Though mere thoughts - marvelously tempting. Now, right now, cloaked within chaos, they could whisk away with none the wiser! Find some fertile, lovely slip of land to love and settle while time washed away the most painful memories. It could be - perfect.
Nervously, his narrowed gaze flitted over where smoldering ashen soot met lush marbled green, catching dark, crisp pawprints on previously fresh grass. A new arrival - no - two. The Alphess and beta, the former practically fermenting in fear. Panicked eyes poured over Lubrusca's open terrors, frozenly scanning for the faintest sign of something. Tangerine features took in the sole accounted victim with a silent, imperceptible sorrow, tangible only to the trained eye - yet, even as he remained watching, it masked something deeper. Terror in its most fantastic, horrifying form. A hushed whisper harkened the reason why. "The only casuality?" A question appearing routine, seemingly run-of-the-mill, were it not for one fantastically glaring detail - her children - or lack thereof. His breath hitched briefly as he accidently glanced towards Shibann's corpse, his pulse harkening within his ears. Desperately, he racked his brain, attempting to recall the softest tiniest slip of detail he could recall of them. There were five of them, weren't there? All - not yearlings, no - each muscle equally jolted in terror at the recollection. They were infants. Five tiny, fragile slips of life that'd lost themselves in - unconsciously, she had entered his vision once more. The stench of flaming, scorched flesh, the balmy, rattling last breaths, the glazed, half dead gaze -
“Park-ur…” The brokenness embedded within that warbling cry completely, utterly shattered him. Tears welled up within the cusps of her eyes at the ashen pup's sorrow, spilling over as her amber gaze met his own, begging for one fantastically simple request simple to the point that it was almost heartbreaking. "Go." The whisper came so much softer than he'd actually intended; the slightest, faintest slip of breath, and yet, it conveyed him completely. Gently, he unraveled himself, uncoiling as he allowed her to slip free and bury herself in the sun-kissed yearling's side, as if by pressing herself in hard enough, she could soak up the flimsiest, tiniest fragment of his sorrow. Oh, if only. Guilt racked the fibers of his mind, coiling themselves cruelly around each insensitive, egotistical thought. He was horrifically - no, horrendously - selfish. Fully prepared for a full-fledged flight at the first challenge pack life presented, after the Alphess had already made an exception for him and his daughter. What thanks. It'd been the briefest of temptations, the swiftest passing slip of insanity, and he already felt the need to make amends. Restlessly, he hoisted himself out his seat, nervously swiveling large, snow-tipped ears towards the worst of the fray. Tentatively, he took a step towards it, attempting to recall the roads that had guided him here. If he only hurried, then maybe, just maybe, he could help - even save - someone. Anyone.
"Snow Rose!" Immediately, thick ivory ears perked with a careful alertness, trotting swiftly towards the source of the sound. Suddenly, a sharp tumble, proceeded by another fainter, smaller form, as though the source had been carrying a bundle. Coarse, heaving coughs racked his ears as he gained a glimpse of the shadowy, thick soot trail left within the newcomer's wake. A singular set of puppyishly small pawprints, awkwardly splayed, accompanied by a thin divot within dirt. His mouth dried up, dread welling deeply within the ball of his stomach. A scorched auburn pup emerged before his blanched gaze, desperately attempting to latch tiny, prepubescent fangs into the scruff of what undoubtedly was a sibling. "Please help him! He won't wake up!" Again, he stumbled towards the tiny pup's remains to rouse him once more; desperately begging for the faintest slip of life. "Come on Lirik, wake up!" He lowered his polar head briefly as he attempted to gather his thoughts. How could he possibly explain - in the least painful way possible - to a child that he'd lost his sibling, and to a mother that she'd lost her child?
Slowly, he swallowed his pain, approaching the ashen pup wearing a wisp of a smile. "Hello there," he began softly, allowing the plush, thick plume of his tail to fetter softly from side-to-side. "I'm here to help you." Carefully, he guided the greyed pup to his paws with the brunt of an onyx nose, allowing him to find his feet before addressing his ashen sibling. Wordlessly, he slipped his jaws around the dead pup's scruff, ignoring the coldness the corpse to provide the pup a moment's brief solace. "Did you bring your sibling all the way from the Commons to the bank? You must be very, very brave." A soft, gentle smile graced his features as he ambled forwards, guiding the pup towards his sole possible source of comfort - his mother. "Your mother will be so happy to see you." He whispered, his voice taking a tender, heartfelt softness as they approached the Alphess. "You've made her so proud." If the child wished, he'd allow him to burst forward, embrace his mother in a warm embrace before morphing into the bearer of bad news.
"My Alphess," he whispered, gently lowering the latter pup from his jaws. "I'm so incredibly sorry for your loss. Stay with your child - I'll keep searching for the others, I promise." Tagged: Alphess Ventus , @ebony , Hunting Superior Parker , Omega Macha , Salutary Snow Rose , Beta Lysic |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2018 14:21:04 GMT -8
Within seconds, the forest became illuminated, the sounds of crackling flames blanketed by the whispers of death. Within seconds, the young pup transitioned from lounging in the sun, to running for his life. Within seconds, his world shattered. How? Why? Fenrir’s young limbs pushed across the charred ground, paws skidding across embers with each agonizing step. The land around him - the land he used to so dreamily call home - was in ruins. With each movement, flames licked at either side of his thin frame. It’d happened so fast, his friends, his family all diving out of the commons in effort to save their life. Mom. Mom! His mother had attempted to collect her young, but the caramel hued male laid to far away, and was soon separated by the fiery ground. He’d been left with his brother, Erramun. His sibling stuck in a state of shock, followed loosely behind Fenrir - who struggled to remain composed.
That was, of course, before the heard it. The loud creak and moan as another living thing gave up. At first, the male disregarded it. After all, that sound surrounded them. Casting a glance to the side, to Erramun, his brother had slowed. Stopping, Fenrir let out a wheezy ‘What?’, but his brother’s gaze was glued upwards. Stealing a glance toward the amber sky, young limbs ran once more without hesitation. The world around the duo was crashing down, quite literally. Now, Fenrir would experience the drama first hand. “Erramun!” Fenrir shrieked, his brother significantly slower then himself. Whipping around, now a safe distance from the collapsing tree, Fenrir screamed panicked words of encouragement to his littermate. Alas, he far from succeeded.
Instrictavely jerking forward, all the pup could do was outstretch a paw as his brother’s eyes widened. Suddenly, Fenrir was flung backwards, abdomen stinging where a airborne brach hit him away from the falling tree. Erupting into a stream of coughing and gagging, Fenrir stood, dizzy, with tunnel vision. No, no, no. Dashing forward, the burned male tumbled awkwardly to the form of his brother. His back was bloodied and black, skin peeling in an awfully revolting fashion. Fenrir toppled to the side, nausea immediately overtaking his body. Fenrir watched as his brother wheezed, blood dribbling from a battered muzzle.
Diving forward, the usually quiet male pleaded with his sibling, hoarse sobs carrying through his body. “Please, Erra-” He choked on the smoke, coughing up soot and dirt. “Just breath!” He cried, as his brother stilled. Hooking sharpened canines roughly into the scruff of his sibling, the wobbly male continued, stopping occasionally to adjust the weight he bore. The taste of seared flesh was blanketed by rushing adrenaline, giving the smaller wolf the strength to enter the land just by the river.
Yes! He could smell them, his pack! His sibling, his mother. He’d found them! Gently placing his sibling down, he let out a strangled howl, before the smoke inhalation troubled his young body once again, his lungs heaving with the effort of sustaining his own life, and carrying his brother’s lost one. Still Fenrir grasped his sibling once again, soft murmurs escaping his own lips. “We made it, Erra. The-They’re all here.” Tears dampened oaken cheeks, pain soaring through his body as adrenaline faded.
Unbeknownst to Fenrir himself, his body was laced with similar injuries his brother sustained. Though, clearly, in non fatal areas. Along his left side and underbelly was pink skin, ravaged with burns, slicked with blood, dirt, and small pieces of wood. His forelimbs were the same, skin peeling back as they shook. Paw pads were completely burned, each step complete agony. But, he continued onwards.
If anyone tried to take his brother, or aid him in any possible way, they’d be met with panicked, distraught yelping and shrieking. The only one who could touch him was his family - these wolves were hardly such. “Mom!” He yelped hoarsely, fumbling as he gently set down the form of his brother. “We were separated, and a tree fell, and Erra-” The young male continued to cry, his words jumbled, no sense driven into them. As the pain from his sustained injuries became more apparent through the loss of adrenaline, baby blue optics rolled upwards as legs trembled and gave way to his weight. Collapsing roughly to the ground, his vision, once again, turned to black.
@mochi, Alphess Ventus, Beta Lysic, @ebony, Omega Macha, Hunting Superior Parker, Salutary Snow Rose |
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Lubrusca
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Alphess
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Post by Alphess Ventus on Feb 20, 2018 20:27:56 GMT -8
| | Alphess Ventus of Lubrusca | Ventus looked towards her subordinates as they were all mourning the loss of the young she-wolf, and her eyes, as they were now dull with onyl pain lurking in their depths caught sight of a little bundle moving in the distance. Little Lysic, her first born and half-blind son, was dragging something behind him. Looking towards her pup with a dull expression, she couldn't move. She was glued to where she sat as she watched her little one drag the body of his brother behind him. It appeared that her surviving pup was injured on the rear-end, the burnt skin very apparent. She listened as her pup cried for help, as he wanted nothing more than his brother to wake up. Ventus choked back on her tears as she watched her pup feebly try to get someone to help him. There was no helping his brother, Lirik was dead. One of her pups, was gone. Looking towards the brute that interrupted and helped Lysic, pulling him over to Ventus, his words went through her ears, but didn't register in her mind. She couldn't comprehend what was happening. Why had Lirik been the one to suffer? Why her pup of all wolves?
As she was lost in a sea of emotions, her other pup, Fenrir was now there as well, pulling a lump of dead flesh as well. It was her other sun Erramun. Her babies, the wolves she had nourished and tried so hard to protect. Ventus let out a small sob as she looked towards the body of her dead child, not knowing how to register he emotions. It was like she was seeing Joktan die all over again. These pups were the only thing that would ever be able to keep his bloodline going, and two of them were dead. Devika was no where to be found, and the two of her other pups were in shock, and after Fenrir had exclaimed what had happened, he had fallen to the ground to unconsciousness. Fear dwelled in her heart as she watched her young pup, but he was breathing. Looking for her Salutary, she was not sure if she would even be willing to help. The female had been unresponsive to any of Ventus' inquiries, or treating her pack members. She felt alone, like there was no one there and all they were doing was standing there and watching her suffer.
It was a cruel game she felt like she was taking part in, even if she didn't want too. She felt like she was being mocked for falling in love, for being the wolf to lead Lubrusca even if she had done nothing wrong. This somehow felt like she was just being used and toyed with in a cruel, sick way. Pulling her half-blind child close, she curled around him, looking towards the wolf that was trying to help. It was Mochi, one of the newer members of the pack. "Mochi... Can you... Please help me bury the bodies?" She asked, looking towards the male with sadness. Right now, all she needed was someone to speak out, for someone to tell her that this wasn't her fault and that this was just coincidence. She didn't know if this wolf would do such a thing for her, or if anyone else would, but that's what she needed.
She just needed to feel like someone was there for her, even when they quite possibly weren't. Joktan... Why did you leave? Ventus whimpered the thought to herself, knowing that there would be no answer. Her mate, and presumably three or four of her pups were dead and missing. | OOC: @mochi Salutary Snow Rose @fenrir Beta Lysic
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2018 14:09:20 GMT -8
Scrabbling paws scattered thousands of thick sky-kissed droplets into the air, a frenzied attempt to maintain a marvelously fickle, unstable foothold. Instinctively, he inched forwards, a startled apology beginning to build, hovering atop his tongue when suddenly, her sorrel haunches stiffened, rooting her rattling paws to the ground. Sable jaws snapped open, breaking forwards before the final burgundy form had flitted through, seizing it before its body could break water. Giddily, a golden, beaming gaze illuminated the iridescent pool, lifting to lock against his own. For one, fantastic moment, her expression held perfect happiness; a carefree, self-assured confidence she wasn't sure that she would ever wield again. Laughter bubbled up between his jaws as she clutched her catch; a single well placed snap well sufficing her kill. "Keep em' coming!" She chirped as she adjusted her form, stiffening her stance against its slick, polished surface. Lithe, ochre limbs broadened the breadth of her frame, preparing for the first time an onslaught instead of a defensive. Confidence lolled casually between perked brindled ears, straining for the softest, faintest swish of prey, coiled within compact poised reflexes. Each success elevated their eagerness, their excitement to demonstrate the dexterity of their skill to their Lubruscan benefactors. Readily, he repeated the process; dozens of dripping, sanguine forms shattering the surface.
Repetition and time proved their pivotal allies; a glittering, ever growing salmon heap paving the path to a tiny, but tangible contribution. Who was to say they shouldn't be hunters? Delicate, shimmering droplets streamed from his fur as he ambled onto the bank, clutching the last of the day's catch between large, broad jaws. Pride beamed from his features, radiating from each fettered, rapid sweep of his tail. Wordlessly, he shifted his gaze towards Elenor's tawny golden one; a sweet, gentle satisfaction filling brightening flaxen eyes. They'd showcased their worth, provided evident proof of their own individual potential. Any wolf that wondered otherwise, that opposed their entry for even a fraction of a second, could savor the sweetness of their victory. Their first tangible contribution to the wolves that welcomed them. "We did wonderfully today, didn't we El?" He quipped tenderly, playfully taking the corner of an onyx ear in his mouth. "Life here's like a dream, ain't it?" Long, dappled limbs stretched languidly behind him as he arched his back; a mirthful, sprightly mischief entering his expression. "I don't know about you," he teased as he rolled onto an ochre side, dappled paws dangling mid-air. "But I don't see any need to wake up. Why don't we just relax? Stay here for a bit - just you and me?"
Tagged: @elenor
OOC: Keeping Delenor by the bank for now because I find it incredibly awkward for them to walk in on the devastation that's currently Lubrusca. Ignorance is bliss!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2018 16:44:34 GMT -8
Omega Macha
"Everybody Can Make Someone's Day, Just Smile And Say Hi!"
More tears paved his cheeks, even as he tilted his head back in an attempt to hold them in. Macha continued to stay slightly, her head gently falling against his side, with her ears pressed close to his icy coat. She could faintly feel the drumming of his heart deep inside his chest, even as his rattled with silent sobs. It was steady, a butterfly gently beating against his ribcage between each shallow breath he took. She could fell his chest inflate with each gasping breath he stole, could understand his lungs pressing outward just beneath the rounded bones encasing them. It was peaceful, being there, understanding him in a way that she hardly understood anyway. The commotion around them faded away as she closed her citrine eyes, breathing theatrically in and out with exaggerated movements in the hopes that he would feel her chest moving and calm his own breathing to the beat. His sobs formed to slight hiccups, his diaphragm hitching and shaking his form. But they slowly subsided into nothing after a single, quivering breath. Macha stayed still though, supporting him as she patiently waited with him, continuing her own calm breaths simultaneously.
A deep shaky breath in. The marbled Omega could feel his form lift some, then deflate. As the weight of Park-ur's head touched her own dainty skull, she let out a relieved exhale of her own. She didn't want to see her friend so upset, so broken and lonely. It stung to see any wolf behave like that, as if their entire purpose in the world had vanished, and they were simply a husk with no soul in sight. Macha wouldn't bare to see Park-ur, or Mokee, or Snow Wose crumble under that much emotional stress and agony. At least, not alone.
As soon as the blonde adolescent's chin shifted off of her own, Macha understood that he would be alright. As she gently unraveled herself from him, she observed him carefully as he moved his lips, his expression genuine. "The-an-kuhs Ma-cha," She beamed, happy to see that he was okay, and nodded enthusiastically, ebony banner--now clean of ash--pushing from side to side in the heavy, frigid water, creating ripples and unsettling the gravel coating the torrent's bed. Her eyes followed him loyally as he released himself from the freezing water, sheaths pouring from his rump and skinny limbs that left his blonde coat smoothed and glistening. His silvery hued gaze seemed to focus on something, and Macha watched, concern forming a knot in her chest, as his composed face fell. Citrine eyes advancing on his line of sight, the marbled Omega found what he stared so intensely at. Upon the near bank, only a couple of feet from where the ripples lapped at the muddy incline rested a charred, mangled adolescent. Macha gasped, startled by the twisted form. Clumps of brittle fur still clung to her burnt body in some places, flesh splattered with all sorts of accidents that must of have been caused during the flurry, the panic driven want to flee still evident in her glassy eyes, or what remained of them. It was a horrific scene, one that burned it's image into the marbled pup's brain as she stared at the lifeless corpse. The Omega hardly noticed as Park-ur pushed on, limbs rigid in the icy waves as he scampered up the slope and into dry ground.
The harsh stinging that filled her paws startled her into reality. She blinked frantically for a moment, trying desperately to recall what she had just been doing. Something slammed against her ribs, rocking her small, shuddering body to the side as her front paws skidded in the rocks, grasping for something to keep her from being thrown over. The wall of ice had been the river, alerting her of her current position. Shaking the fuzziness from her head, Macha clambered to her paws, limbs bunched together and body shivering in the breeze, despite the wind blasting her with warm, smokey air. Glancing around for her friend, she saw him skittering around, searching worriedly for someone amongst the lucky few who were gathered there. Sloshing through the frigid water, Macha too scampered up the bank, mud clinging to her petite paws as she did so. The unstable rocks that lined the bank, tumbled and quaked bellow her paws, causing her to slip and slide around as she made her way up.
As she made it to the top, her eyes met Park-ur's as he kindly waited, an embarrassed smile making it's way onto her face as she pretended to look more capable. Stepping onto the thin ground covering with a soft crunch, the deaf adolescent shook her coat of the water still slicking down her multi-colored fur as best she could, making a great attempt to get it all out and failing some. Still slightly damp, Macha found herself looking around at what was left of Lub-ru-sca, sadness embedding itself as she noticed how few were left. Those most important to her heart were still breathing, though it seemed that their mental and physical states were varied. The Alphess had made it, as did two of her pups and the beta. But there was no one else. Their population had diminished to merely 7 wolves, with missing hunters, pups, omegas and their delta. Three dead bodies had shown up, two dragged in by Ven-ts' pups who were pulling along their deceased siblings. Tears stung Macha's eyes as she watched the faces of her fellow pack members, struggling with the destruction that had been wrought on the pack.
Turning toward Park-ur, she scurried over to him, blinking her few tears away and letting them streak down her patchwork face, feeling them soak into her dense coat before they even reached the lower edges of her cheeks. "Park-ur..." Her voice was soft, croaky and rasped from all the smoke and ash she had inhaled. "W-we sho-uld hel-puh." Macha gazed up at him, citrine eyes gleaming. She wasn't sure what two adolescents could do, but she couldn't sit by and do nothing while everyone else labored. "Wuh-e co-ould go loo-king o-or find food," She met his eyes, begging him silently to go with her. Of course, she couldn't make him do anything, and if he wanted to grieve, she wouldn't stop him. But maybe doing something would take his mind off of the lose of his friend, and put his mind on finding someone like the delta, who she believed to also be close to him.
Tagged: Hunting Superior Parker , @mochi , Salutary Snow Rose , Alphess Ventus , @ebony , @fenrir , Beta Lysic , @prim
OOC: Determined Macha<3
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2018 1:51:32 GMT -8
Hydran
"You're only as small as the world will make you seem."
He was screaming in agony by the time he cleared the trees. Paws that had once been soft and gentle were now burnt and cracked as he stumbled out onto the riverbank, pain searing up the right side of his neck where the orange flames had licked his fur clean off his pelt. The young pup collapsed in pain, his neck throbbing as he buried his muzzle into the cool ground, biting back the tears that had streamed down his face and over the raw skin of his neck. "Please!" Hydran begged for help, for his mother, for relief, for anything other than the agony that had sent his small body into a trembling fit.
It had all happened so suddenly. His mother and siblings had disappeared into the smog-covered distance leaving him to choke and splutter past the toxic fumes that stung his eyes and lungs. It was terror that had shattered his nerves and was still wracking his body to this moment, and all he could have done was run with the hope that he would find something or someone, and he had. He had found charred remains of wolves that he wouldn't have been able to put a name to even if he knew who they were, he had seen fur melted away from flesh and flesh melted away from bone. He was so young, and the visage of bubbling skin still painted the back of his eyelids so purely that he had to bite his tongue to keep conscious. And that had all happened before the flames had gotten to him, latching onto his neck and burning through his peach-fuzz fur, leaving nothing but cooked flesh and a scarred innocence before he could shake the searing pain off of him. And finally, finally he had found himself here. Exhausted body collapsed against dirt and pebbles as blood bubbled from his burn and his glazed eyes rested upon a stunned Salutary, a broken mother, and dead brothers.
Dead brothers.
Hydran passed out.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2018 1:54:59 GMT -8
Salutary Snow Rose For the first time in her life, Snow Rose was blank. Her vision shifted from panicked wolf to panicked wolf, bile stinging her throat as she was greeted with nothing but melted flesh that required healing. First from the Alphess, her hind-leg fallen victim to the flame's torment, next a young pup whose rump had been caught in the heat while trying to carry his dead brother out of the fire-engulfed woods, and another pup who stuttered about another brother.
It felt like her paws were about to slip out from underneath her, the ground swaying beneath her as she seemed to be looking from one dead and melted body to the next. Snow Rose had never lost this many wolves in her life, she had always been able to ease their pain before they died or heal them completely, and to suddenly have so many deaths put right at her feet in such a short time-span was enough to make her gag on every instinct that was screaming at her that she had failed every single one of her new pack members.
'Snow Rose,' everyone seemed to be calling to her, 'Snow Rose,' it felt like everyone was screaming at her, 'Snow Rose,' it was all pressing against her head.
...But there were still wolves who needed her help. She hadn't let everyone down, not yet. And she wouldn't rest until she was sure that every single wolf who had made it out of those damned wood was given her greatest care. Everything rushed back to her all at once, unknown tears that had been curling down her cheeks came to a halt as her caramel eyes shot straight towards the ferns that she had collected. That's where she would start.
Snow Rose collected the bunch of ferns into her maw before gently running them through the water of the stream, making sure that each leaf was damp and dripping with as much water as it would hold. She approached the Alphess first, carefully packing two of the ferns against her burn as she was talking to Mochi. If Ventus was going to have to bury her sons, the least Snow Rose could do was ease the stinging of her physical wound. She would have to treat it properly once she had returned.
Next she approached Lysic, the half-blind pup with the burnt rump. Another damp fern was spread over his wound before she gave a gentle nudge behind his ear. "Everything will be alright, darling. Stay close to your brother, I'll be back shortly." She whispered as calmly as possible to the rattled young male, hoping that she would be able to sooth him in one way or another. Snow Rose then turned to the collapsed Fenrir, who seemed to be passed out. Thank god he wasn't dead. Snow Rose gently pasted a few fern leaves against his burnt abdomen, hoping that he would emerge from unconsciousness before she returned to properly treat his wounds.
Screams of pain rang through the air. "Please!" A muffled yelp caught her ears, her muzzle quickly pointing in the direction of yet another pup who had collapsed to the ground. Snow Rose wasted no time in bolting towards Hydran's side, eyes immediately catching on the horrific sight of his burn that coiled around his shoulder, engulfed the right side of his neck and only just reached the base of his cheek. Snow didn't gag at the sight of the melted flesh, nor flinch at the way that his blood seemed to sizzle as it welled at the surface of his body. She merely dropped a few of the damp ferns over his burnt body. His injuries were bad, but thankfully, he would survive.
Snow scooped his unconscious body up off the ground as gently as she could, carefully caring his limp-but-breathing body over to his brothers. She would have to work on these pups first.
She returned to her pile of herbs, picking up her supplies and bringing it back to the younglings. First, she nudged some camomile and poppy seeds towards Lysic, the only conscious one who would have been able to eat them. "Eat up, they'll help calm you nerves, and it'll help you regain a little bit of strength." She spoke as softly as always, giving him a hopeful smile before she turned back to his brothers. She'd have to work on Hydran first, as he had it worse out of the two of them. Snow Rose quickly began chewing away at a mixture of marigolds, milkweed and sage roots—all of which had some kind of property which aided against burns—and gently began spreading it against the large wound after removing the fern leaf. Once the paste had been packed against the burn, she trotted back to the river and dampened the fern once more, before trotting straight back to her patient and placing it gently over the top of the paste in order to keep it all in place.
Snow Rose ended up repeating this meticulous routine with Fenrir after carefully and meticulously freeing his skin of all the splinters that had caught between his burns. It seemed that Fenrir's burns weren't as deep as Hydran's, so he would heal fast if treated properly, though scars would be unavoidable...
Once the pair woke up she would have to coax them into consuming the sedative plants that she had given to Lysic, but for now, she turned towards the conscious pup, a smile softly set upon a mask that tried to hide the exhaustion that rattled her bones. "It's your turn, sweetheart." Snow Rose chimed before she scooped another batch of herbs into her mouth, turning them into the same paste that she had used to sooth Fenrir and Hydran's burns. She would have to be a lot more gentle with the way that she approached the application to Lysic's burns thanks to the fact that he was actually awake, but hopefully the prior sedation would help ease the pain as she carefully spread the paste over his burnt rump, gingerly placing the wet fern leaf back over the medicine-covered skin.
With a deep and needed breath, Snow Rose practically fell to the ground beside Lysic as she finished her job for now, taking the chance to catch her breath before anyone else stumbled out of the fire with more burns or injuries that required her attention. Her bright yet weary eyes travelled along the wolves that had gathered at the stream, incredibly grateful to see the Macha had made it with Parker by her side. A smile twitched into the corners of her lips at the sight of them. Her gaze seemed to linger against Ebony as he merely...stood there. Was he okay? He didn't look injured from what Snow Rose could see, yet he seemed to be somehow rather mentally distant from the entire ordeal. Maybe he was just spooked and still recovering from the adrenaline rush? Snow could give him a herb or two to help with that.
She hadn't been laying down very long, but she gave an affectionate nuzzle to Lysic, a silent indicator that she would be back soon, before she scooped up her herbs and trotted towards the raven-hued Beta. She placed some camomile and lamb's ear at his feet. "I thought this might help," she started, eyes shifting between him and the familiar sight of the herbs, "they'll calm your nerves."
Of course, she had approached Ebony for the sake of checking in on his wellbeing, but she wouldn't admit that it was partly so she could take her mind off the fact that the known body-count so far was made up entirely of pups. It was almost enough to make her sweet and dreamy appearance crack. |
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Lubrusca
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Hunter
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1Y 7M
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Post by Hunting Superior Parker on Mar 1, 2018 20:30:35 GMT -8
The grief stricken blonde male watched as the flower before him finally took notice of the body of Shibaan. She was probably too distracted my Mochi and him to see her before, but Parker didn't want her to have to look at her for that long. She was his friend, but he didn't want to just stare at her corpse. It frightened, disturbed, and upset him. He rose off his haunches for a brief moment, wanting to step out in front of her and comfort her now that she knew why he was upset. Then another reason to cry came to the river. The pups that only hours before he had been playing games with pine cones with were now half passed out. He hoped that they were just passed out. He couldn't handle the thought that there were any more tiny bodies in the common grounds. "Park-ur..." her timid voice startled him out of his thoughts. He moved himself closer to her so that their fur mingled before she started speaking again, "W-we sho-uld hel-puh. Wuh-e co-ould go loo-king o-or find food." Parker nodded along with her words. He would love to be able to do something other than just sit around and watch the body count rise. When he saw the tears streaking down her face, he took the opportunity to return the favor that she had done for him while they sat in the river. Gently, he wiped the tears off her cheeks as if too much pressure would send her crumbling. "That sounds like a good idea. I'll tell Ventus and Mochi so that they know where we're going," Parker's usually bubbly voice was soft, hoarse as Macha's was from the smoke and ash. Giving the top of her head a lick, Parker took off at a slow trot over to the no doubt overwhelmed Alphess. Snow Rose was buzzing about with her piles herbs, none of them the flower he had halfheartedly pointed out to her in the common grounds. She looked absolutely exhausted, and rightfully so. Parker was proud of the new Salutary. She was well and truly chucked into the deep end with all that was going on. Tearing his clouded eyes away from the the few pups that were still moving, he approached Mochi and Ventus. "Alphess?" he said first, just to get Ventus' attention, "Macha and I are going to see if we can find anyone else, or any food." He didn't really want to wait for a response, so he took a few steps backwards, but he knew better than to just frolic off with Macha, especially with Mochi being the grumpy overprotective old man that he seemed to be. So he stayed, waiting for some sort of response for either of the adults so that the two teens could help out their crumbling pack. Omega Macha @mochi Alphess Ventus Salutary Snow Rose |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2018 11:52:20 GMT -8
Hollow eyes harrowed through the thickness of his being, compacting thick, coiling strands of stringency into steaming ash. A soft, choking sob breached the breadth of her jaws, severing each silent, compressed sorrow from its furtive hiding place. Words curled within perked wheaten ears, but failed to file, pouring furtively out the opposite way they entered. Hysterically frantic howls seared thick, snow-tipped ears as two more of her own burst from the forest blaze, alight with the worst agony they'd felt in the entirety of their young lives. Another tiny ashen corpse tumbled clumsily from prepubescent fangs, prematurely deafened to his terrified, desperate pleas. Blisters callously bubbled from the festered, peeling flesh of an originally peach-furred pup; muddled fur melted where fur met flesh. "Please!" The pup's frantic, petrified shriek perforated his ears, his pulse harkening to a tepid standstill. Silently, he shot forwards, seizing the soft, fragile slip of fur between gently bared teeth, placing the pup alongside his two remaining siblings. Desolate, empty despair ebbed from dull, flaxen eyes; lithe, auburn limbs too paralyzed to pull forwards. Unmoving, unseeing - unable to wipe a wisp of today's memory. "Ventus, please," he whispered, his voice holding a harrowing softness. "You have to - for your three.""Alphess?" The yearling's bright, typically chipper tone seemed uncharacteristically soft. Unconsciously, he shifted his stance in a meager attempt to block the bodies. "Macha and I are going to see if we can find anyone else, or any food." Already, the auburn youngsters began to back up a pace, fully prepared to retreat into the inferno. Desperately, he darted his gaze towards the Alphess's own vacant one; a dull, ashen paw slipping around her sole conscious offspring. Hadn't even heard a word of it - intervention was inevitably necessary. "Parker, Macha; wait." He took one, tentative step forward as he attempted to formulate his thoughts. "I'm sorry - but if a wolf, anybody isn't on this bank right now, they're not -" He flitted his gaze towards the empty, onyx expanse of smoldering woods. "They're not going to be coming back. Right now, it's too dangerous to be heading back to the Commons." A soft gentleness sheened against tangerine eyes. "If you'd like, you can help keep the pups company, or help Snow Rose sort herbs." Carefully, he cracked his jaws open a sliver; warm scents wafting in and striking the roof. Two wolves, a male and a female, upstream. "There's also a pair a little further up bank. If you'd like, you can check on them - bring them back to us, make sure they're not injured."
"Mochi..." Her voice came slightly cracked; the softest, gentlest slip of sound. "Can you... please help me bury the bodies?" Sorrow coiled sympathetically within bright, wheaten pools - was that all? Her world had come plummeting chaotically around her, and all she wanted, all she requested was a bit of help burying her dead children? "Of course," he whispered, slipping thick, snow-kissed jaws around the scruff of the first - Lirik. "You didn't need to ask." Slowly, he drew him into an aridly thin air, limp paws languidly at scorched ashen sides. The heaviest burden he'd ever had to bear, and it hung from his jaws as lightly as prey. Padded blanched paws gently pushed soft, crumbling soil behind him as he begun his first grave, about half a foot deep and one long. Pups were pushing their first, second month? Single, fragile slips of life snuffed within seconds. Soil cloaked onyx claws, attentively scraping away the loose, topmost layer of earth for his future use. The graves were lined within range of the riverbank, about six feet away from where the tide drew in deepest, flecked with ferns and moss. A fitting place for a final rest. When he'd finally begun filling in the graves, he'd lay a branch across, barring the brazen, thieving beggars that seemed to cling to tragedy's coattails. It was modest, simple work, soft for his pads and paws, and provided ample time for reflection. Somewhere in the background, Snow bustled with her ever waning herb collection, tenderly healing scorched, hewn flesh whenever found. Quite frequently, if her gentle hurried pawsteps were anything to judge by. Heartache saddled his alabaster paws; each soft, gentle sweep dangerously, insurmountably difficult. Grief came gradually, without the writhing outbursts, without the wailing cries, wrapping him within an ebbing, all consuming emptiness. It was i ndescribably unfair - whatever had Lubrusca done to be suddenly bombarded with tragedy? What had Ventus? Her children? The faintest, gentlest flare of determination ignited within ivory pools. Noone should witness such mass devastation, the destruction of every friend and family member. No child should ever have to bear the burden of their sibling. No mother should watch half of her litter die. Especially not wolves that had shown him such genuine, unprecedented kindness. Silently, he swore a vow to himself as he began hoisting young Shibaan to her final resting place: No matter how long he would have to work, what he would have to do, he would help to restore Lubrusca to its former glory. For now, however, he'd focus his efforts on rebuilding after he'd finished his task. Softly, he lowered the last of the pups into their grave, tepidly backing to regard his work. The graves were the proper size and length, situated in a suitable, appropriate position - but a crucial, key component was missing. Slowly, he twisted his head over his shoulder, the Alphess's eyes glazed with grief. Would it be appropriate to ask? And then, he considered what he'd want if Macha were the wolf in the grave - and decided he'd best try. "Ventus," he began, his voice holding the same gentle softness it held prior. "All three graves have been hollowed out and completed. Your children are now ready for burial." A single, alabaster paw tenderly pointed out their location. "They'll rest well," he whispered, his gaze softening. "Would you like to come to say goodbye? Send them off for their final journey?"
Alphess Ventus , @ebony , @fenrir , Sentinel Hydran , Beta Lysic , Omega Macha , Hunting Superior Parker , Salutary Snow Rose
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Lubrusca
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Alphess
Female
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Love is the only thing I wish for <3
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Post by Alphess Ventus on Mar 13, 2018 12:18:53 GMT -8
| | Alphess Ventus of Lubrusca | As Snow Rose came by, she hardly felt the she-wolf apply anything, and she watched with hollow eyes as she treated Fenrir, Hydran and Lysic. Her only son that was awake would let out whimpers while he was treated. She didn't make a move to shield him from whimpering, as she knew that the she-wolf meant no harm, but her eyes drug across the ground, making her look across her pack as they were huddled around the Forest River. The forest in the background was slowly dying, fire nothing but small embers now. It was dying down finally, but that would not mean that it would bring back her lost children.
Mochi seemed to be taking charge of the situation in place of the grieving mother, knowing that she needed his help more than anything in that moment. As he disappeared to go dig up the graves, she knew that it was real at that point. She could feel it seep into her bones as she let out a small sob, knowing that almost all of her pups were gone. Devika, the only female of the litter, was no where to be found, and she wasn't sure if the little albino had made it. Devika was the spitting image of her father, but it seemed that the other had not survived, and if she had, then she had not come to the Forest River, and was lost somewhere in the territory where predators could pick her up, or worse, a Ferus wolf would find her. Although, that would bring discord with the Ferus Alpha, Ventus knew that Ferus wolves were not below killing young ones. They had killed Connor mercilessly, having ripped and eaten part of him and leaving his body for everybody to see. Although Connor was not flesh and blood, she treated him like her son, and she would grieve for him like he was her son.
Bringing her eyes up to look towards Mochi as he approached once more, Ventus gave a small nod, knowing that she would need to say goodbye to her children before she let them fully depart to the other side to be with their father. Standing on shaky legs, her back leg was still wounded, only letting her hobble to her pups' graves. Giving each one a glance, she let a breath slip from between her lips before speaking. "Lirik... Erramun... Shibaan, you were all so young and full of life, and you should not have been taken early in this life," She spoke, looking towards her two pups. "Lubrusca is grateful for your presence, even if it was for a short time," She choked back the tears as she moved her tail to wrap around her body as she sat. She beckoned for Mochi to come to her side, very much so making it clear that the signal was for him. If he were to approach her side, she would lean into him and breathe out with small tears rolling down her cheeks. "What did Lubrusca do to deserve this devastation?" She asked, him, although knowing that he didn't have the answer to her question. | OOC: @mochi
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2018 3:47:05 GMT -8
Fenrir blinked, biting his tongue to muffle the cry that hit his throat as soon as consciousness was regained. His body, though dappled with herbs and necessities, stung with physical, and emotional trauma. Still, he wobbled upwards, heaving onto burned paws. Blinking blurry eyes, the scarred pup sought out the form of his ginger mother. He cringed, likening her fur to the fire that ravaged his home, destroyed his body, killed his brothers. Attempting to conceal soft sobs, he limped forward, remaining about a foot away from his remaining parent. Should she attempt to touch him, he’d yelp and shy away. The burns were far to sore, and widespread.
Listening as Ventus mumbled a final goodbye, the oaken pup’s heart lurched as words tumbled from his mouth, spilling before he could comprehend them. “I’m sorry.” His voice caught in a sob, the corners of his mouth pulling in as the pictures of his brother flooded his mind. “I’m so sorry..” Heaving a breath, the youngling let his head droop. “I’m sorry I didn’t save you.” He pursed his lips, eyes hollow with grief, mingling with regret. There must’ve been some way he could’ve spared his brother’s life. Someway he could’ve allowed Erramun to live. Perhaps he should’ve been the one to die? “This is my fault.” He murmured, brain fogged with grief, tainted with smoke. “I’ll never let this happen again. I promise.” He sunk down for a moment, pressing himself to the dirt where his siblings were buried. “I promise..”
Fenrir couldn’t register how long he laid there, grieving over his lost brothers. However long it was, an hour, maybe more, he would move toward Snow Rose, each step his breath hitched as pain spiked at his paws. “Snow…” Baby blue eyes sought the alabaster beauty, a mournful look cast upon his scarred face. “Would you teach m-me about herbs, please?”
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