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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2018 18:27:48 GMT -8
Mochi’s word filtered through flattened ears, each one hollow with meaning. Berry optics gazed emptily into the giant’s, glazed over. Perhaps it was grief? Depression? Anger? No matter. The patchwork female began to fall apart at the seems, as if each stitch that kept her from falling apart were plucked one by one. As the last of his words were spat her way, frosted auricles pricked up in the slightest. Was the beast truly capable of murder? Raising to toughened paws, the Omega stumbled forward, a hoarse whine breezing past onyx lips. Pressure, beating down on her chest, threatening to crack ribs, push the bitch over limply, acid teasing sanguine orbs. Finally, it spilled, hushed. “I’m sorry..” Perhaps the sound of scuffing limbs covered it… As if anyone would listen anyways, her title - as if it had been emblazoned onto her forehead - stung mercilessly; a demon. Scum. The lost cause of Lubrsuca. The reject of the pack that prided favoring the week. Terrorizer of pitiful children. Blurred eyes followed Dante’s departing form, white canines clenching alongside her heart. ’You goddamned bitch. Those words, a muddled apology traced sweet lips yet again. Alas, it was as if grief muted the female. No apology could fix what she’d done. What she is.
Stop. Stop. Stop. With each precarious step Ventus took, another shriveled piece of her initially sweet demeanor burned in the distant fire. Laughter whisked away. Her first step onto Lubrucan Territory. Family. Flint.. “St-stop..” Cracked and defeated, the broken syllables were hardly comprehensible under the harsh tones of the Alphess. With each spat vowel, Ventus reaffirmed each doubt that chipped at the Omega’s mind. No respect. Replaceable. Useless. “I-I know..” As Ventus departed, those stitches finally were rid of. “Don’t…” Her voice caught, any remnant of anger or ferocity whipped from each fiber of her pathetic being. Each strand of fur, two crystalline eyes, what did it matter? What did any of it matter? Through dampened eyes, she gazed amongst her, no, the pack. Each one mingling with another. Something, someone to live for. Why didn’t she have this? Kai scoffed to herself, trembling as she padded forward, her destination muddled caramels and cinnamons. The answer was simple; she didn’t deserve it. Love, even companionship was far beyond what the lowly bitch felt capable of, proved by the sullen slouch that blanketed her usual fluid gate.
“Wh-why don’t you..?” Kai murmured, looking up to the male who’d previously occupied her foul presence. “Kill me.” A warped grin graced once-pretty features, a pitiful laugh shaking her weakened body. “Please." Tears puddled, moments away from crashing down. Just the way she hoped her form would soon. To be naturally whisked away, becoming one with the ground they now tread on. To finally serve a purpose. Even a minute one. “What’s stopping you, Sir?” The formality shook as the dame lowered herself in a mock submissive form. Her smirk was that of broken desperation, a silent plea to end lifelong pain. “It’s not as if I have anything to live f-”
"Sounds like you almost wanted me dead, Kai...Where were you to help, huh? Playing with the enemies now?"
With that, the final string that held the Omega together was cut. Kai collapsed, shaking as snowy cheeks dampened. Gasping breaths cut between spasms of grief. What kind of wolf was she? A warrior she claimed to be, yet toppled on the floor crying like a pitiful pup sent to the den without dinner. Forcing neon eyes open, panic smothered her, the pressure on her rising. With each blink, a new face. Xanthe. Pandora. Joktan. Kenai. No! Shibaan. Erramun. Lyric. It was impossible, each death adding to the weight on petite shoulders. Eventually, they’ll snap. “I-I wanted to save them..” Kai choked out, looking out weakly toward the distant Ferus territory. Unstably, she stood, a warbled sob whimpered softly. “Haven’t we all seen enough death..?” Shaking a dizzied cranium, unintentionally growing in volume. “I coul-couldn’t save them!” Looking to Dante with tear soaked optics, she heaved, each breath shuttering throughout her slim form. From there, the dame gazed softly over the territory, a soft fondness sparked within the shattered emotions. “Hasn’t this land spilled enough blood..?” A soft, grim smile slid over her features, her next words muddled and whispered. “One more body surely wouldn’t make a difference, hm..?”
Turning toward the river, Kai’s head dipped again, small puddles forming on the warmed land beneath her. “I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry..” Tucking her lame limb under her securely, she weakly sniffed the mass, nosing a small strand of grass off the scarred skin. “I don’t deserve to be here, do I? I just wanted to keep this pack sa-safe. Guess that went to shit, huh?” Tentatively, she began back farther down the river, precariously close to where the fire still smoldered. “Not that it mattered,” The smile left as she lowered herself to the ground, a weak whisper floating only in her ears. “Maybe it’s time to stop fighting.”
Alphess Ventus , @dante , @prim
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2018 18:47:39 GMT -8
Alabaster eyelids fluttered, a wisp of exhaustion fluttering over a carefully pinned facade of peace. With each fleeing moment, a new crisis emerged. A new shriek of unfiltered pain, callused, damaged by acrid smoke. The inky substance seemed to infiltrate everything beautiful - the gentle greens of the forest, once healthy lungs, flawless pelts. The fire itself no doubt took minimal victims compared to the hell it emitted. Said horror infiltrated everything in sight, hanging around the clearing like a cloud, stalking it’s next victim. A victim Snow Rose vowed to protect. A soft rumble paused the bitch in her tracks, gentle auricles fluttering back both in shock, as well in amusement. What? Coughing to hide a stiff chuckle, widened eyes watched Ebony as he whisked toward Ventus as if nothing had happened. Blunt. No other word could describe the insanely fascinating wolf. Snow Rose wondered, ever so briefly; how does his mind work? How do the gears within his brain turn, shifting to create something so uniquely him? The reply We’ll just have to see, won’t we? fluttered so precariously along the tip of the dame’s tongue. But now, now was hardly the time. Besides, was reproduction truly a priority right now? What if the pregnancy left her bedridden, what wolf would pick up the job of Salutary? Pearly optics glanced apprehensively at the churning flames, mustering a tight smile as she drifted from wolf to wolf. Oh, how she desired to spit out the herbs that occupied her mouth, to rid her taste buds of the numbing bitter. Would one minute truly matter? A few seconds of rest, to recuperate her aching limbs? Surely the pack could wait that long, right? No. No! This pack needed her, now was hardly the time for such conceited thoughts. Frowning internally, the Salutary tightened her grip on the variety of growth within her maw. Who next? Snow Rose brushed off the drama unfolding between an Omega and the Alphess, shaking a pretty cranium gently. Was now truly the time for such nonsense? When so much needed to be done? Looking primly over the wolves, Snow quickly applied cobwebs to the female’s mild burns as she brushed past. Sloppy? Sure. It was better than nothing. Giving the departing wolf a worrisome stare, the grave idea of infection bubbled within the lean bitch’s mind. Alas, it seemed, she would not be without help for long. One of Ventus’ children approached, face twisted in grief beyond the young male’s time. Even still, Snow Rose couldn’t risk the time to teach him much now. “Well,” She lowered herself, a gentle smile plastered across tired features as she laid out her remaining herbs. “You see these? These are what save your family’s lives.” She looked along the river, pursing onyx lips as crystalline optics sought out the safest area. “Now, don’t go far; please fetch these herbs exactly - don’t eat any -, and place them in piles right here.” Pushing back up, a warm tail wrapped briefly around the pup, an encouraging bob of her head accompanying a radiant grin. “You’re such a champ, Fen~!” Though, as the dame turned, the expression of glee melted quickly. Scooping up a few cobwebs, the snow kissed bitch padded quickly over to Mochi, each usually light step heavy, dulled. “Anything you want checked out?” Though her usual smile was plastered easily, no amount of positivity could hide the redness of her eyes, the sullenness that plagued her stride, the exhaustion that pulled her shoulders further down. Even still, she persevered. For the pack. For Lubrusca.
cheesy ending for a cheesy person @ebony Alphess Ventus @mochi @anyoneelsewhocares
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2018 20:22:21 GMT -8
Languid eyes lifted upwards; a faint, dull flicker of hope gleaning against gold. They could rebuild. Flattened ears fluttered, peeling themselves from their plastered hold to gain full grasp of his promise. A soft, eager smile filled his features as he saw hollowness shift into single minded ambition; a direct, steadfast determination to fulfill his promise’s whispered prospects. Yes, life had always harbored hope, and Lubrusca’s, while languished, still reigned stringent. Did they not have their superiors, their youth, the next generation to generate hope for the future? The mere idea of it was enough to ease all worries. A Lubrusca capable of coping with the worst the world had to offer, no matter how massive the loss. There came the hideous, sharp hiss of doubt as it always did, whispering of what if they never made it, what if Lubrusca remained lost amongst the ash, never to rise again? What then would become of him? It was the same ugly snarl that had tempted him to whisk away with his daughter at danger’s approach, to abandon the only wolves that would have provided her a semblance of a chance, to evade tragedy at every possible expense, save his own - and yet the spirited, eager spark in Ventus’s eyes sent it soaring. Lubrusca would live beyond today. His pack, his forever home, would live to see a day beyond disaster.
“This is not your pack!” Venom dripped, veering from each frigid word as a silver cripple shot forwards; a sharp, angered snarl curling the cusp of thin onyx lips. “How the hell would you know our struggles? You just stumbled along looking for a home.” With every word, the ivory she-wolf inched closer to him, foam gilding frosted white fangs. For one faint, brief flash of a second, he felt his pulse spring upwards, thundering within a waxen throat. She knew. She had seen right through him. She knew he was a sham. Each sentence, each syllable called him on his own uncertainty, on the obscurity of his grand promises. “You’ve been in this pack for what, a day? Two? You know nothing of our past.” Pale haunches prickled; a terribly ravished tail lashing furiously. “You know nothing of the war.” The scent came flooding back; the stale, dull stench of blood clinging to Lubrusca’s initially lush borders. Lubrusca’s initially low ranks - what had it been, three adults, three children? The open acceptance of all new arrivals himself included - and suddenly, he realized - Lubrusca hadn’t accepted him and his daughter out of kindness, but necessity. “Who do you think fought in it?” She finally screeched, her voice ringing with rage.
Suddenly, the source of her fury seemed to shift from him to her Alphess; her voice holding a hot-white malice breaching far beyond Mochi’s. A lifetime’s resentment loomed against every accusation thrown; a resentful, furious rage that reverberated histories, crimes he could never comprehend the context of. Reality struck him with full, rigid force. This was the only surviving adult from the Lubruscan Commons. The only veteran of a war he never had to endure. A hot sense of shame welled up within his chest, threatening to engulf him entirely. Who was he to speak of patriotism? He’d suffered no significant loss, no particularly notable sacrifice. Suddenly, the she-wolf singled him out, florid eyes flaming with fury. “You relied on Joktan every second of your leadership.” She spat. “Is that what this is? His replacement? Couldn't even spring for a new damn coat color?!” Joktan? Was that? The only daughter of the litter, with her waxen fur and plush arctic pelt, sprung to mind, the only pup harboring fine, white features. Why, of course. It had to have been the father’s name. Sorrow blossomed as implications approached. Was this the reason she had sought comfort in him? Necessity aside, was this why he’d been accepted? Due to a faint resemblance to a love forever lost?
The two suddenly tore into nearby brush, the Alphess presumably to provide a punishment of sorts. Another body simultaneously broke the clearing; a slender adolescent covered nearly completely in ash. Tentatively, he took one, two steps forwards; a sure recognition suddenly rekindling his previous hopes. Another had arrived, delivered from death; the yearling Delta that drove the omega’s fury to full peak. Concern shortly curled his maw as she collapsed mere inches, millimeters away from her fragile charge; relieved upon recognizing a spirited, distinct spark wielding each wonder of will, gleaning against gold. Yes, although battered, ashen, bruised, she would survive the night, and be off better for her fighting. Behind her, another group arrived: Dante and Elenor, wielding a white pup by a blanched scruff – Ventus’s daughter, no doubt - accompanied by a baffled Macha and an uncharacteristically silent Parker. A salmon tongue swiped against blackened ash as he curled himself around his darling only daughter, feeling the faint pressure of an oak pelt against his alabaster. "Two daughters returned safe and sound, Mister," Parker’s soft voice sang out; an innocent appeal to lighten up Lubrusca’s grim looks for a future. A faint, amused huff puffed between puce nostrils, Perhaps now was the time they’d bury the hatchet. “You both did wonderfully today,” He began, his voice holding a somber, gentle softer. “There’s nothing, nothing that you could have done more perfectly. You assisted your pack in the face of life and death – and for what was to you Parker, a practical stranger. What you did for Macha is something I can’t forget. If you hadn’t been there, I can’t even say for certain,” His breath haltered for a moment. “If she wou- would have found her way home. So thank you. Thank you for protecting my family when I need it most. Now,” his tone perked up slightly. “I’m not quite sure if sleeping would suit you right now. Rumor has it that a Delta friend of yours has made it from the flames. I’m sure that she’d like to see you very much.”
Softly, thick sorrel fur brushed against his alabaster as the Alphess finished addressing the omega, seemingly satisfied with her work. A soft tender smile tugged the corners of an onyx maw, and suddenly, it no longer mattered if he thought he was here to serve as a replacement. If she found solace in him, the smallest, tiniest slip of comfort in his presence, than that in itself was enough to spur him onwards. “I can’t thank you enough for stepping up and helping take care of the pack.” Her voice softened; vulnerably slipping through, the slimmest, tiniest sliver, but enough that he could fully catch on. “Let’s just hope, that what you said was true, and that we can rebuild this pack, and make it even greater than it was before.” Suddenly, confidence surged within his chest, seizing his tongue before he could properly consider his words. “I don’t think we can.” A small gentle smile graced his gaunt features. “I know we can. As for you Snow,” he shifted his head to the exhausted salutatory. “You should rest. Everybody’s stable except you at the moment. Take a five minute rest – you’ve more than earned it.
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Post by Sentinel Hydran on Jun 3, 2018 1:06:35 GMT -8
Hydran woke up at last, after god knows how long. His vision was blurry at first, took him barely a minute to get his sight back. That issue down, the pup's mind begun his work. Where was him? Where was everybody? Confusion had officially taken over his head. The first memory that came across was the smoke, that dark thing that just wouldn't let him breath, just the thought of it made him cough a little there. He tried really hard to remember, managing specific images here and there, slowly but surely putting everything together. I was running away...That white lady found me...Mom was there, right?. A frown formed in the young one's face, knowing well that something was escaping him, something important. Not long afterwards, it hit him, memories flashing down. My brothers were there too...They were-. The sudden images of his sibligs interrupted his train of thought. No, no that couldn't have happened. It must have been a really bad dream! Suddenly, full of energy, fueled by desperation, only to get thrown down to the ground again, by a dominant sensation. Pain. Really slowly, the third born turned his head to look at his body. Darks spots all around his butt and hips, covered only with what seemed to be a leaves. Unintelligible mutters escaped his mouth. That which he thought was just a bad dream had really happened. The smoke, the fire, his limp siblings splashed around the ground. He knew he had to find them, and quickly. Despite not being the oldest, the smartest nor the biggest of the litter, he swore to protect them, and protect them he would. I will protect everyone and things will be fine!With the image of his siblings on the ground, burnt, unprotected and out of his reach, he managed to pull himself up, trying to silence the amount of voices in his head that begged him to just give up, stay down and rest some more. Already on his feet, the pup started to move, as quickly as his injured and tired small legs would allow him to. The entire surviving pack was huddled into a relatively small portion though, it didn't take him that long to find someone, but being in a situation where just stading in the way of a mildy strong wind would hurt, it was better that way. A soft smile appeared in his face for the first time since he woke up. Two small bodies standing in the not-so-far distance, one white and one brown colored. Even from behind and, the surviving pup recognized them. They were Lysic and Devika! They were fine! And mom was there too! Happiness took over, shouting, "Mom! Guys!", he rushed his way towards his family. Thing is, being as harmed and as young as he was, not many fasts steps were just about enough to make him fall down to the ground again. Shrugging the pain off, he stood up, now walking towards his mother, older brother and sister, noticing how close the latter were from each other. Is Devika crying?. Oh no, that couldn't be good. Someone as cheerful as her only sister wouldn't cry for something dumb. Once close to them, fearing that something bad had indeed happened, the third born asked. What's wrong guys? Are you alright?".
Okay uhm, sorry folks! Took me a while to actually finish this one, kinda nervous about grabbin a character that wasn't mine, had to read everything just make sure I wasn't fucking up . Hunter Devika Beta Lysic Alphess Ventus @losttrackastowhereanyoneissoeveryonewhogivesashit
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2018 13:03:19 GMT -8
Fenrir looked up at Snow expectantly, being slung the job of scrabbling together whatever herbs he could manage with his small maw. Hm, this would prove to be exceedingly difficult for his small, sore form. Oh, yes! He’d just have to get some help. Eyes still red and puffed from tears, the small wolf shoved some pep in his step, trekking toward where his family was located. Maybe if they were all crying, he’d have to be the one to distract them, right? That’d have to work for now. Lord, even Devika was crying. Brows furrowed in mild worry, looking between his sister, and newly arrived brother. And there, they stood: His help! Surely this task could distract them from the stench of death the fire wafted toward the river. “Hydran!” He padded toward his brother, an obviously forced smile glumly plastered over caramel features. Yes, this would have to work. They were all exhausted, but there was work to be done. Giving his newly arrived brother a small touch of his muzzle, he looked to Devika next. “Sis,” He called, looking at her, hoping to provide any sort of reassurance in this difficult time. That Kai, that… what was the word Dante used..? That bitch yelled at his sister, and the karma would soon bite her back. “Guys, we need to collect herbs for Snow Rose, okay?” He nodded as enthusiastically as he could manage, looking up to his mother for any sort of confirmation that this was the right thing to do; but she was potentially occupied with Mochi. Yes.. This had to be right. It felt right. “C’mon, they’re down here!” He limped the direction the Salutary pointed out, each step fueling a new pain as the burns smeared across his body, the skin still oozing softly, completely ravaged by the fire. Hopefully his siblings would follow, not only to push the trauma to the back of their minds, but to get some work done for the exhausted salutary.
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Lubrusca
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Post by Hunting Superior Parker on Jun 4, 2018 1:36:47 GMT -8
The feeling of smokey, ashy, gritty, slightly damp fur against Parker's side was like a pocket of serenity. He may not have gotten along with Grumpy Bear all that well in the mere minutes before the fire destroyed everything Parker had ever really known, but he couldn't care less at the moment. Mochi was a familiar face in a sea with barely any faces left. That was all that mattered. He could hear the male's heartbeat through his chest, every hiss of air as he breathed, the sounds of either digestion or hunger from inside the male's gut. The sounds of life (no matter how gross he would consider them to be later!) Parker's heavy eyes drifted closed, lingering longer with every blink. For one, the spunky male was just out of energy. His home was destroyed, there was smoke in his lungs and eyes, luckily no burns, but the same couldn't be said for the rest of the pack. At least Macha was safe. He could feel some pride in keeping her just as pretty as she was before and after the fire. “You both did wonderfully today,” a deep, loud vibration quite literally in his ear caused a sharp inhale as Parker was startled out of his semi-conscious state. A small 'hmm' was the only response Mochi got for the time being. “There’s nothing, nothing that you could have done more perfectly. You assisted your pack in the face of life and death – and for what was to you Parker, a practical stranger. What you did for Macha is something I can’t forget. If you hadn’t been there, I can’t even say for certain... if she wou- would have found her way home. So thank you. Thank you for protecting my family when I need it most," Mochi continued. If he were more awake, he would be a bit more shocked that Mochi was giving him any kind of praise. However, reverting back to a somehow even more childish state, Parker only responded with a groggy chuckle, "You big softie.""Now, I’m not quite sure if sleeping would suit you right now. Rumor has it that a Delta friend of yours has made it from the flames. I’m sure that she’d like to see you very much,” at last, Mochi said something eye-opening worthy. Parker cracked open a grey optic and peeled his face out of the male's side to see if it was true. He desperately hoped it was. Kai had said she was dead, and Parker had taken that on her word. Then again, a lot of Kai's recent words weren't all that intelligent. A deep sigh of relief left Parker's golden chest as he spotted Prim. She didn't look good, there were multiple burns and cuts littering her pelt, but she was alive and in help's reach. It seemed that she was just as tired as he was, because he watched her exchange a few words with Devi before collapsing. He watched a little longer, making absolutely sure that her sides were still rising and falling with every breath. Assured that his one remaining original friend was still alive, Parker buried his face back into Mochi's pelt. Whatever scent he had before was blanketed by the scent of fire, but Parker didn't mind. All he wanted was someone warm beside him for him to bury his face in and cuddle up next to. And Mr. Mochi made an amazing gigantic pillow. "Tomorrow," Parker barely murmured through thick fur before pushing himself a little closer to the male and finally letting sleep take over his exhausted frame. @mochi Omega Macha @prim Alphess Ventus @therestofy'all
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2018 13:47:10 GMT -8
If for even a moment he questioned his initial harshness, the waxen pup’s awestruck, childlike adoration was more than enough to assure him that he made the right choice. Four words, short and soft-spoken, gilded her gratitude as she attempted to articulate her thanks, punctuating her praise with a kiss. Fenrir, Hydran, and Lysic all lay in wait, burying thin, blackened snouts into singed fur. They would be alright. Oh, they would still weep for the family lost, for the brothers they buried, but they each had each other, and would be the better off for it. When scents of smoke pervaded the peace, when old wounds ached, when panic wrenched any sense of safety from their former haunts, they’d have each other to cling to, to share their sorrows, however sweeping. Everybody needed somebody, especially in times of tragedy, a lesson all Lubrusca had learned quicker than most. Surely - oh, surely – nobody was alone, were they? He could hardly bear the thought. Swiftly, he swiped his gaze over the survivors clustered by the bank. There was the salutatory; a sad, tender smile curling her clouded maw as she whisked from wolf to wolf. She had her patients. There was Mochi, currently preoccupied coddling a pair of yearlings, one his own, the other not. The beta was preoccupied seeking out the Alphess - speaking of which – where was she?
Suddenly, he discovered her exact location, or rather heard it as she addressed their omega, caustically, painstakingly clear. Nervously, he flattened his ears, sealing out sound. While admittedly well-deserved, he never happened to receive any personal amusement from watching another wolf get punished, especially when this seemed to be taking a terrible, personal route. Each word ebbed of former, haunting failure, trustily crafted and conducted to destroy any shred of self-dignity the she-wolf had left. He, personally, would have been the first to agree the she-wolf needed some reprimanding, and yet, there was something within Kai’s wavering, cracked whisper that seemed just so entirely shattered that he couldn’t help but feel badly. Perhaps she could sense this. For one, faint moment they locked eyes, alluring her approach as she angled her battle scarred head upwards. “Wh-why don’t you..?” Carefully, he craned his ears forwards; a soft, tender sympathy filling his features. All previous anger was absolved. “Yes?” He began softly, taking a tentative step towards her. “What is i-?” A low, desperate laugh echoed, dripping from darkened jaws. “Kill me,” she whispered, shaking in agony. “Please.” He froze in terror. “What’s stopping you, Sir?” She stooped, lowering herself in the submissive posture typical of an omega, as though she expected a death blow right then and there. “It’s not as if I have anything to live f-”
The following exchange failed to file. Oh, he knew the yearling Delta had emerged from the flames, bruised and battered and entirely capable of cutting remarks, but he didn’t hear a word of it. “Kill me.” She couldn’t have possibly meant it. Desperation had drained her of her sensibilities, her rationalities, and yet, as she begged, her intent lay indisputably clear. There was not a bloodthirsty bone in his being! Regret immediately ravaged his being; a quiet apology beginning to build on his tongue. Had he - oh god – had he truly been so cruel? Sorrow blossomed, swallowing any sense of pride he’d previously felt. Cruelty had never held any part of his nature, why, he’d never even cursed before this moment, and yet, he’d painted a picture of a bloodthirsty adversary, a monster no better than the wolves that attacked El. No, no, no, he was better than that, better than bold, violent threats with no substance between them. Meaningless, that’s all they were, uttered in a moment of angered passion. He would show her so.
“I’m so sorry,” She whispered, slipping her crippled hind leg underneath her. “I don’t deserve to be here, do I? I just wanted to keep this pack sa-safe. Guess that went to shit, huh?” Magenta eyes marveled, gleaming against the ashen grey expanse. “Not that it mattered. Maybe it’s time to stop fighting.” Tentatively, he took a step forwards, lowering himself to where she now sat. “Kai, I- I’m sorry. I can’t. I’ve never even hurt anything until now. I-I couldn’t bear to begin with you.” He met her gaze softly, hoping that she could sense a sliver of sincerity; the smallest, tiniest slip of sorrow his rage had gleaned. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that to begin with - seems we both could’ve phrased things differently.” He chuckled gently. “I’m surprised a wolf like you would want to stop fighting. You were a warrior, weren’t you?” His voice softened as he took her in. “You must have fought wonderfully for them. Wounds like that don’t happen unless you give your all. Kai, your Alphess was harsh, but she had a point. There will always be wolves you can’t save.” Faintly, the faces of friends and family spun in his memory: Luca and Valentino, and the wolves that were beyond saving. “I’ve lost my fair share.” He pressed on. “All we can do is be there for the ones that we can, and hope for the best. You have your packmates, and if worst comes to worst,” He trailed off, offering a small, faint smile. “You’ll have me as well.”
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Lubrusca
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Alphess
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Love is the only thing I wish for <3
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Post by Alphess Ventus on Jun 17, 2018 12:22:33 GMT -8
| Alphess Ventus of Lubrusca | Ventus looked over her pack as Mochi spoke. She smiled as she felt his confidence radiating from him. Listening to his words, she could feel herself leaning up against him, smiling at the thought of her pack being rebuilt. Subconsciously, she was moving closer to him, not really caring. The she-wolf sought comfort, and the male had so far provided the very thing she yearned for. Someone to trust, and someone to put her faith in. Whispering a small endearment to the male, she brought herself to stand, limping over to her pups that were still alive and checking each and everyone of them before turning away and heading down to the river, hoping that maybe she could catch something to eat.
- Time Skip: 6 months -
The pack had not suffered anymore after the fire, and had instead seemingly flourished. With the small area, it seemed that her packmates had bonded more. Her pups were growing up just fine, and she was happy to see that they were hunting and fighting like normal wolves. Even Lysic. He was not at all a normal wolf, and was indeed missing sight in his left eye. But he was playing, tumbling and training like any of his other littermates. The four of her children that had survived were doing well in the given areas that they had already picked. Fenrir was leaning more towards becoming a Salutary, and had spent most of his time with Snow Rose. Hydran looking to be one of the fiercest wolves in the pack, and Devika was starting to prove that she was indeed fitting with becoming a scout or hunter in the future. Lysic was spending more time around Mochi and herself, learning how to become a leader.
Thinking about Mochi brought a smile to her face. After the fire, he had done nothing but help, and she found herself seeking his attention and comfort. She had promoted him to Alpha during their time repairing the pack, which made others seemingly respect him more, more than they already had. She had promoted many of the Lubrusca wolves, even Kai. She had become a scout instead of an Omega. Knowing that Kai was not skilled in hunting any longer, the she-wolf could put her uses to scouting out the borders, fixing their scent lines, as well as making sure Ferus stuck to their end of their agreement. Ventus wasn’t angered with the she-wolf’s outburst prior to her getting a promotion, and it had all but washed away rather quickly in Ventus’ eyes. She was not going to hold a grudge against the she-wolf. She was upset, angry and probably feeling irrationally scared that she was of no use to the pack. But now, Ventus trusted that she would take her new role with a serious manner, and demonstrate to Ventus how that she deserved the promotion.
Shifting her body slightly, she felt the pull at her stomach, looking down, a singular white body squirmed as little white paws pushed at the orange fur that covered Ventus’ stomach. While no one in the pack knew besides Snow Rose, Ventus had bore a litter the past three months. It was a small litter, only consisting of one pup, but the little one was strong, and was healthy. She had yet to reveal the young one to the pack, as she had wanted to wait until she was almost done feeding from Ventus’ belly. Nudging the little white one away, it squealed, trying to come back to the warmth of her belly. “Come on, you can’t be nursing anymore,” She whispered, her voice smooth and serene as she talked to the little bundle of fur. She had not named her yet, as she wanted to wait to reveal her to Mochi before they decided on a name for their daughter. “Come on, I caught you a mouse earlier, don’t you wanna eat that?” The orange she-wolf whispered as she nudged the plump body towards her daughter. The white pup sniffed it, and stumbled back to Ventus’ belly, continuing her pursuit for milk. Sighing, she let the pup nurse without giving it a try once more. She would try again once she was ready to feed. Letting her newborn get her fill, Ventus brought herself to stand, looking down at her daughter. “I’ll be right back.”
Shifting her body to where she could shimmy out of her birthing den, she saw that most of her pack was still asleep. Mochi was probably up and about, he was always out hunting or something for a morning meal that they could share. But it seemed that the white male was sleeping soundly, the faint sound of snores coming from his makeshift den giving her enough to know that he was indeed still sleeping. Approaching the small area, she whisked inside, looking towards her large sleeping companion and smiling as she walked over and nudged him. “It’s time to wake up, Mochi,” She said, giving him a small lick on the cheek, and one on the nose before stepping back. She had decided that maybe now would be the best time to show the male where she was most nights. Usually she would come up with some plain excuse for why she wouldn’t share his den with him, but maybe she just needed to break the news to him. And the best way to do that was by showing him the little bundle of joy crying for its mother back in her den.
| OOC: @mochi Hunting Superior Parker @dante Sentinel Hydran Beta Lysic @kai Hunter Devika Omega Macha @fenrir Salutary Snow Rose @ebony @prim
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Lubrusca
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Apprentice
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Post by Apprentice Maddox on Jun 18, 2018 9:25:48 GMT -8
Maddox"Maybe our future's so bright it fucking burns like a Wildfire." The creamy colored pup was sound asleep, resting upon one of his siblings. The warmth of the litter stacked on top of each other was comforting, and it gave Maddox a sense of home. Although it was starting to get uncomfortable with one paw sticking into his right flank, and one of his siblings was squirming, trying to get comfortable. Sighing as his eyes shifted open, he blinked a couple of times to adjust once more to the world. His ear flicked as the tail of one of his siblings started to wiggle, and he rolled off the pile of pups, his legs still a little wobbly. He had just learned to walk and talk mere weeks ago, so he was still a little shaky. Especially with his larger size. His large paws made him rather clumsy and thus walking was much harder for him unlike his siblings, who were smaller and thus it was slightly easier for them.
Walking towards the sleeping body of Dante, his father, the little one grasped at the larger wolf's ear, tugging to wake up his dad. "Come on dad! Wake up!" He said, yanking gently at his ear. Seeing as that would provide boredom after a little while, he started jumping on his father's flank, hopefully pushing enough to get him to at least feel the lack of oxygen and wake up to his son barraging him with brutal blows to the flank. All the while he was doing this, Maddox's tail was wiggling like crazy, smacking back and forth, potentially hitting Dante in the face if Maddox had his rear end close enough. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" The pup repeatedly said, hopefully getting his father to finally wake up. Maddox wasn't very careful when it came to waking up his father, as his voice was probably loud enough to wake up the entire pack.
Tags: @dante Scout Cecilia @basil Warrior Nascha Scout Milo
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Lubrusca
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Scout
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Post by Scout Milo on Jun 19, 2018 2:38:40 GMT -8
Tawny limbs stuck out every which way after the objectively lankiest pup in the litter was trapped at the bottom of a wolf pile. Though it was warm under all these stinky butts, it wasn't exactly the best place to be when your limbs were touching each of your siblings. It also wasn't easy to get comfortable being squashed. Rolling his shoulders and trying to get comfortable, Milo huffed in annoyance. He loved them, but his siblings were really uncomfortable. A paw prodded his side as his brother managed to disrupt the comfort that the beige male had just barely managed to find. Knowing that he wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep, Milo wriggled his way out of the den, likely shaking, bumping, and prodding the rest of his siblings awake in doing so, but it couldn't be helped.
Splaying out his legs, Milo gave himself a hearty shake, feeling his left ear peel off his head and flop playfully. Ah yes, normality was restored! Honey eyes scanned the commons, searching for the missing sibling. Spotting over by Dad, the lanky pup galloped over, his over-sized paws catching onto one another occasionally as he rushed his limited motor skills. A salmon tongue lolled out of his mouth, tasting the crisp winter air. "Come on Dad! Wake up!" Maddox barked at their father, yanking at his ear in pint sized teeth. "Whoa whoa whoa! Don't pull on that so hard! It could end up like this!" Milo yipped at his older brother, a smile framed by a snowy mask. He waggled his floppy ear at his brother before stomping around to help him push on Dad's butt, but before he made it there the inevitable happened.
One paw flung over the other in just the right way to create the perfect catastrophe. His front paw precariously waggled off to the right, his right paw hitting it with his next stride. Weight transferred forwards, paws went flying, and in an instant the pup crashed into his Dad's sleeping frame. Going with the flow and momentum, Milo rolled over further onto the General's frame. Belting out a long, loud laugh, Milo rolled off his Dad's fuzzy torso. "Fathaaaaaaaa," Milo droned on in a poorly made accent of some sort-honestly he just kinda mutated his voice into some form of English. He prodded at his Dad with a paddle paw. He wanted to do something today, and that started with the multi-colored male waking up!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2018 13:27:09 GMT -8
Time Skip: Six Months
Lubrusca’s grief lasted throughout fall; the lightest, thinnest layer of sadness overseeing their progress. It wasn’t until they’d finished the tedious, month-long task of carving a Commons from riverbed filth that all the prospects of his original promise finally seemed feasible. Steadfast ambition strove onward, Lubrusca’s progress looming inevitable. Under Ventus, each wolf embellished an individual assignment, each holding equal prowess in aiding improvement. Dante, the gentle giant, had been named general, and despite a few protests on the more placid male’s behalf, sparring revealed a formidable adversary. Her young proved apt pupils under his guidance, and he, a caring, affectionate teacher under theirs, each overly eager to conquer the calico giant. Her litter had blossomed from their former puphood, pursuing their passions with iron will as the arrival of Dante’s litter removed their ranks as ‘newborns.’ Now, Ventus’s four were confident, assertive, completely self-assured in what they wanted to pursue, and he couldn’t have been prouder. Macha, his darling, had matured into a yearling alongside Parker; the pair forever practically inseparable. He’d taken the task of training Parker on hunting and scouting, while Macha watched and doted on Dante’s young, occasionally joining Fenrir to find Snow’s herbs. Personally, he preferred to disregard the fact that Macha had recently taken to sleeping in Parker’s den, even though his eye still twitched every time they said goodnight. And then, of course, there was the matter of him. While they were both aware Lubrusca needed reform, there was the question of how exactly to go about it. Fond memories of his old pack sparked planning, introducing the idea of a new, alternative form of government, where every wolf reigned equally. Equalitarian, where every wolf could tangibly contribute something of their own, regardless of ranking, and where all work was held in equal regard. And she’d adored it. Over the course of implementation, gradually, they’d grown closer, eventually spending every waking moment at the other’s side. In public, she was sharp-tongued and tempered; a guided ambition driving each decision made in Lub’s interest. However, in private, she was sweet, affectionate, unafraid to unveil her previously hidden vulnerability. As time progressed, she confided secrets in him in the early hours of the morning: her previous history, her present grief, her future hopes. Dually, he allowed his own to seep through; soft, hushed secrets he’d always hidden until now. There was something wonderfully soothing in sharing their sorrows, something perfectly sweet in every suppressed emotion, every mournful, painful memory evaporating. It was in such a moment, wrapped entirely within the other’s warmth that she confessed she loved him - and he could have flown. Adjusting to Alpha had been a bit difficult, but she had guided him every step - and what better wolf to rule by? “It’s time to wake up, Mochi,” She chimed sweetly, gently swiping a salmon tongue against his cheek. Languidly, he lifted a single eyelid; a soft, lazy smile curling his lips as he stretched his jaws into a yawn. “Good morning,” he sang; the slightest, faintest slip of mischief gilding his grin as he rolled onto his back, plush white paws dangling precariously above him. “Don’t tell me. The impossible has finally happened. You finally decided your den is too damn cold,” He lazily wrapped long, white limbs around her neck. “And will be sleeping with me, in my den, for-e-ver.” Playfully, he pushed her over down on his side, so that she and him were lying face-to-face. “Or did I get it all mixed up?” He craned his neck forwards, bopping a brown nose against his. Readily, he released her, shaking the snow from ivory fur as he stood. “A walk, I presume?” He quipped, stretching his forelimbs in front of him as he arched his back hastily. Soft, thick sheets of snow blanketed Lubrusca’s open landscape; moonlight illuminating newfound ivory. A wintry spotless wonderland coated the contours of the clearing, announcing the arrival of a new day. "By all means," he laughed. "Lead the way."
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Alphess
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Love is the only thing I wish for <3
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Post by Alphess Ventus on Jun 27, 2018 13:25:19 GMT -8
| Alphess Ventus of Lubrusca | The fluffy orange she-wolf looked towards Mochi as he playfully rolled onto his back, a sign of comfort and trust. A smile was permanently placed on her lips as she looked towards the large white male that she called her mate. His words amused her, but of course, she would not move into his den until it was time for her too. And that time would be soon if he were to allow her to show him what she wanted too. Going along with his antics she allowed herself to be pushed over on her side. Her muzzle lined up with his, and she gave him a quick lick on the nose with a playful giggle. "I think you got it all mixed up," She let the words lovingly spill from her maw as she brought her paw up to rest on his shoulder blade. He stood up, a little too soon to her liking, and she followed suit. "Yes, you'll need to start walking, hope you're not too sore from last night," She gave him a little wink before hopping out of the den in an excited manner.
Bringing herself to slow her pace a little, she looked towards Mochi over her shoulder, and raced for her den. Their child would be crying, and of course, she wouldn't want that to ruin the surprise. Moving swiftly before the alabaster male could follow, Ventus made her way into the den, wrapping herself around the little white bundle of joy that quieted down with her presence. Turning herself so that he would see her once he walked into the den, she waited patiently for the male to pop his head in. Once he did so, she would look to see his reaction, hoping that he was not angry. But by the way that he usually acted, this would more than likely please the male more than anything. | OOC: @mochi
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2018 15:39:43 GMT -8
~Six Month Timeskip~
The terrain lay still at this time, and the few animals that remained stay hushed in the frosty air. Not a soul it stirred it seemed, all but Prim who had grown restless far before the sun's warm rays desperately kissed their icy pack. Six months. The young lady had yet to finish growing, though she was far older than before. Her core traits had almost fully formed, and she had become stronger in more ways than one. Little Prim was now a year and four months old, looking far more adultlike and tall amongst her fellow pack members. She had finally grew into her rank and embraced it dearly. As she grew, the lupine had also gained more respect. Back then, many were hesitant of a 'pup' being delta, and she often felt their burning gazes of worry in her back. Prim could finally carry her duties like an adult, and her authority simply enhanced the dominance and courage she lacked as a child.
The now 3' she-wolf casually sauntered through the patches of snow in the forest, disturbing the blissful silence. Though unneeded, she decided to briefly scout the borders of their pack; area's still dead and smoky as if the fires of hell had been washed out by an ocean. Rather than water mint, the adult continuously smelled like smoke and tree bark. Lubrusca already had scouts of their own, although in her worst moments Prim couldn't help but take it upon herself to provide extra safety to the pack. After all, she had lived through both a war and a natural disaster. The last thing she wanted was for her family to remain unprepared for yet another future incident. While she was at it, the lupine marked some of the more stale-scented area's, meanwhile peering cautiously into what remained beyond their pack. And to think that once upon the time she belonged to the wastelands the packs left for rogues. She could never go back.
As the sun finally reached the horizon, Prim was already appearing right back at the lake where her pack had spent the past 6 months thriving. It was far smaller than the common ground, but then after countless visits it was obvious that there was nothing left for them there. Not for a while at least. It would take years for the packlands themselves to recover. As she padded back into the camp, her eyes immediately targeted on Ventus. Though she longed to as for a task to complete, Prim sensed she had other plans at the moment. On the side she detected that certain pups of Elenor's had awoken, a sign that the peaceful morning would be shrouded by noise again soon. Perhaps she would help perform a hunt later on, but for now the introvert slipped off quickly to a favorite spot of hers before she began the day's tasks. It was bordered by snow-covered bushes, revealing a small little patch of cold soil where she would rest. Beyond that, the trees parted just enough to reveal the mountains in the distance. She couldn't be more at ease than here.
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Scout
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Post by Scout Cecilia on Jun 27, 2018 21:22:53 GMT -8
PUP CECILIA
Cecilia moved about the den entrance, behind her her brothers Milo and Maddox were attempting wake their father. Normally the shyer siblings would be waiting in the corner or resting on a sibling, but she had spotted a she-wolf the other day she wanted to talk to. The other was tall and walked with a confidence that resembled Ventus. Something she was interested in asking about.
Hearing their father start the beginnings of waking up, Cecilia toddled out into the snow drifts. Due to the area being the common grounds, most of the snow had been slowly packed down to their constant activity. Easily Cecilia found a trodden path and moved out into the bright world, spotting the black plumage of her interest.
Trotting over, she spotted both Ventus and Mochi for a brief period, wagging a tail in their direction before continuing her quest. Coming into a bushful area, she followed a smaller area where the snow isn’t as packed down. Coming into the area she spotted the wolf she was looking for. “Good Morning,” Cecilia whispered softly, tail shyly wagging in greeting. If Prim seemed to beckon or allow the pup to stay, Cee will move forward and falling into her tail before slowly trying to climb the other for a comfier resting place.
If Prim seemed to shun or ask the young girl to leave. Dejected Cecilia will turn to leave before running back to their burrow, climbing into pups to find Nascha.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2018 22:55:10 GMT -8
Omega Macha "Everybody can make someone's day, just smile and say hi!"
~Timeskip: 6 Months~
Macha blinked open silver glazed and tired eyes with an accompanying yawn, spreading her small jaws wide in a satisfying to gain the feeling one gets after a satisfying stretch. Despite the biting temperature outside, she felt warm and cozy curled up in her den with limbs coiled beneath her plush underside and tail wrapped comfortingly around a few exposed hind toes. The only thing that remained uncovered by her balled figure and fluffy pelt was her porcelain splashed skull, which rested extended away from the rest of her body. In this way she traded off her head and legs sharing her main heat to regulate her own body temperature throughout the night.
Shifting her skull limply to her right, Macha opened her eyes further to better see the blurry figures milling around just beyond her reach. Squinting and waiting for the sleep to clear from her vision, the marbled yearling identified the visible figures as the new Alpha and her father, Mochi, and the one he liked, Alphess Ventus. At first, it had been quite an earth-shattering thing for the two to become mates, at least for Macha. Perhaps she had been to wrapped up in her own childish fantasies to see that the one most important to her had found a new love beyond his current family, or maybe she just wanted to see it. Either way, it had been the most shocking change to come around, even over the fire that had swarmed their territory. At first, it was purely heartbreaking. As much as she adored her father and wished him all the happiness she could, she had selfishly hoped that things would remain normal, that he would remain with her and would continue to stay her full-time partner. But that was a childish wish that was crushed as quickly as it was thought up. It was still weird, not always hanging around him and not always having him there to fall back on. Watching their light-hearted, genuine interactions from afar now, Macha could accept the change she had denied for so many months though. Besides, she was over a year old now, and she had to focus on things like the pack and maturing.
And matured she had. It had become and now was her goal to become a fluent speaker by the time she was 2 years old. It had always been a difficult task for her to use words like the others around her so it was deemed an appropriate goal in her mimd. Her ability to recognize movements and shapes through lips had improved as had her own vocabulary, which was know filled with interesting words, with some still partially beyond her understanding. However, her actual speech and conversational skills were... coming along at a less-then-satisfactory pace and were proving to be a much heftier challenge. Her charming stutter persisted and her ability to fully pronounce words was a little stunted but she improvised and learned to get important messages across through gestures and expressions when the need arose.
Snuffing softly, the marbled yearling dragged her head upward, only to yawn once again with doing so. Glancing back through the root-curtained entrance to her den, she found even more of her packmates gathering together, including some of the newest and youngest members. Rapidly her usual enthusiastic smile blossomed on her lips at the sight of the intelligent little Cecilia awake and scurrying around, seemingly in search of the young Delta who was already wide awake and busy herself. It pleased her to see the newest pups fitting in so comfortably, even without their mother to encourage and help them. Even the Alphess's remaining litter seemed to be getting along nicely enough.
Macha pulled her fluffy limbs out from under the umbrella of warmth that was her midriff, reaching them out in front of her in the little room she had, curving her back inward to further accentuate her stretching. Curling back up so she could worm her way out of the exit, the marbled pup scampered from the opening of her den, escaping into the dim light of morning and the frigid chill of winter. Without a second glance to her comrades, the ashen pup lifted her head and set her gaze upon the set of the river she become easily entranced by its otherworldly beauty. Decorative displays of intricate frost patterns lay like lace doilies upon the decaying leaves carpeting the forest floor. The trees were crystallized and glimmering like perfect works of the heavens and the river ran in a dwindling flow of icy mountain blood. It was truly an upgrade from the smokey horror scene it had been just a few months before. Now--though still not sighing with life--the forest seemed redeemed, and thus restored to its former magnificence, only this time it had been transformed into a world of frozen glory instead.
Savoring the delightful crunch of ice crystals beneath each dainty beat of her paws, Macha strode out at her usual jovial pace, naive look of pleasure entrancing her pretty features. Her first job was to find Parker, of course. She desperately wished to enjoy this newly formed wonderland with her best friend above all else.
Venturing a few steps forward, the marbled yearling began to search for her friend's spot of rest, deep excitement already making her giddy and wiggly as she circled around. "Parker!" The giddy yip was released without hesitance as soon as she spotted the form of her crush, unbothered by the question of whether he was still sleeping or not. Making a beeline for the blonde yearling, Macha skidded to a halt at his side, smile widening to a somewhat bashful grin as she prodded him for attention. "G-go-od mor-orning, P-Parker!" Pleased with her successful pronunciation of his name, the marbled yearling waited attentive for a response, eyes set determinedly on his eyes and mouth in anticipation.
Word Count: 984 Tagged: Hunting Superior Parker , @mochi , Alphess Ventus , @prim , Scout Cecilia OOC: ---
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