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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2018 15:09:30 GMT -8
Although not a wolf had spoken of it, Lubrusca had been touched by tragedy once more since their crushing defeat. The signs were seared into the base of their oaks, borne into blackened logs populating what once were thick woods. Snowfall had shaded the worst of it, but no wrath of winter could ever completely purge the permanence of soot. Prey lightly peppered formerly lush forest — he could only imagine what horrors winter bestowed upon predators. The Common Grounds shift aptly signified the worst: the total destruction of Lubrusca’s waning lands and ranks. His audience upon arrival only affirmed the fact. Not one familiar torn face to be spotted amongst the lot of them, but more than enough arched hackles and furious snarls for compensation. Lubrusca’s youth loomed dominant, smatterings of somber yearlings old enough to have certainly heard war’s horrors, but not to have witnessed them. Oh, they’d plucked their share of rescues in the months since, three new additions to restore their ravished hierarchy, but they couldn’t ever comprehend the misery of the original members or the terrors their youth had grown hearing. He’d reserved his audience to three wolves among the angered lot, the three that would understand his urgency fully, the three that had the entire world to lose and nothing at all to gain: Ventus, Ebony, and new Alpha Mochi. "He says he's only here to talk to Ventus about some sort of external threat, but I don't trust him fully.” He chuffed, unable to conceal a soft coy smile. “Then how very fortunate my presence here isn’t based on your opinion, Parker,” he quipped, his smile growing somber as he shifted his attentions towards Lubrusca’s superiors. “Three moons ago, there was an attack launched on the Ferus borders. Two of our newest arrivals were found savagely mutilated, discarded to die a slow, agonizing death. Another fully trained Ferus warrior’s body could only be found in pieces, and yet another young apprentice was found missing at the scene — we’ve since been forced to assume her death. All investigations aligned towards an unprovoked attack with no trace of the other three packs attached to it. However, considering the cruel, unusually brutal nature of this massacre, I’ve been instructed to take further action. My formal mission these past three moons has been to fully track down these murderers and bring them to justice, and I’d say I’ve succeeded, which is exactly why I’ve come to warn you — Lubrusca, the entire four for that matter — are currently facing the single greatest threat to their existence that’s ever arisen.” “This threat takes life in a pack currently residing in Dry Woods. The entire lot of them are cannibals and cultists, the very worst our kind has to offer. Yet their strength is increasing exponentially under the terms of their mission: to divide and destroy all that fail to align themselves under their rule. They’ve destroyed countless groups already, slaughtering the young, crippled, and helpless and enslaving handpicked survivors to serve under their regime. Males are most often starved into helplessness, used as living targets for their superiors to sharpen their teeth on, devoured when they grow too feeble to give a good fight. Females are used to carry on their Alpha’s protégé — already, the two leaders can boast four to their harem. They do not hunt deer, moose, or elk as the rest of us do, preferring to feast on the flesh of their own kind in large pack-wide hunts. They’ve committed countless atrocities, decimating territories stretching from the Valley to the Dry Woods. And they don’t intend to stop there either. Already from my few months observing, they intend to obtain their own territory and reside amongst the four packs, and, according to their own words, “hopefully, one day over.” Their attack is almost inevitable at this point.” “Which brings me to my purpose here — in order to ensure the safety of not only Ferus, but our entire way of life, I’d like to formally request assistance. Any wolf that’s willing to join me in procuring information, any herbs, allies, resources, anything that can make this mission somewhat easier. However, any wolf that wishes to join be warned: your safety, health, and life are not guaranteed. Our mission cannot afford barriers, animosity, or tension between us. My life is in just as much danger as yours, and I will be fighting every bit as much for Lubrusca as I will for Ferus. With that being said,” he paused, drawing himself sternly. “Are there any willing to fight for the greater good?” Tagged: Alphess Ventus @ebony @prim Hunter Devika Sentinel Hydran Beta Lysic Hunting Superior Parker @fenrir |
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Lubrusca
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Hunter
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Yearling
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Post by Hunter Devika on Nov 4, 2018 18:45:13 GMT -8
As Hydran approaches, she softens her gaze a tad, greeting him with a brief lick to his shoulder. “Yes,” she murmurs to his inquiry, shifting a bit as CeCe moves beneath her to curl around this new sibling. “At least, I can’t imagine where else she could have come from.” Then, quieter, “No wonder mom’s been so absent lately.” Green eyes shift back to the entrance to their little encampment as the stranger finally makes an appearance. It was… underwhelming if she were to be perfectly honest. She was sure that, being from Ferus, he was battle-hardened and strong, but...well, he was very skinny. And small. To be perfectly honest if it weren’t for the masculine curve of his jaw she would have thought him a particularly willowy female, all long lines and big doe-eyes. It takes most of the large bitch’s self control to contain the snort that threatened to emerge from her maw, young age clear in this brief moment of immaturity. However, she soon throws her ‘poker face’ back over her visage, jaw clenching as her ears strain to pick up snippets of conversation. He was clearly directing his words towards the higher ups, her mother and Ebony included. She doesn’t catch much, but the words she does hear sends chills down her spine. Attack launched. . .massacre. . .mutilated. . .cannibals. . . She shudders again. Whatever this was, it was deadly serious, and the idea of anyone like what he was describing coming near her family sets her teeth on edge. Suddenly the petite Ferus wolf is addressing the whole of the pack, and she jerks back to attention. In order to ensure the safety of...our way of life, I’d like to request assistance. Her eyes widen. Ferus was asking Lubrusca for help? As his speech continues, she can feel worry warring with fear for dominance. She casts her gaze towards the pups, to her brothers, to Dante. Right when the wood had begun to heal, when happiness had come again along with the new babes, it seemed that tragedy again deemed it time to strike. She can feel anger, an unfamiliar feeling, sparking in her chest. When would her family catch a break? When would her mother know peace? Are there any willing to fight for the greater good? There is a stirring in her heart, something a lot like determination. What wouldn’t she do for these wolves? Nothing. With her heart in her throat she takes one, two slow steps forward, knowing Parker and Hydran would have already moved to cover the pups. She swallows thickly to clear her throat before she speaks. “I’ve grown up on stories of those that were willing to lay down their lives for my pack.” Her sweet tones start out quiet, but grow gradually surer as she continues. “To offer anything less would be a disrespect.” She digs her blunt claws into the snow and ice beneath her. “Whatever I can do to help, I’ll do it.”
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Lubrusca
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Apprentice
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1 Year
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Post by Apprentice Maddox on Nov 6, 2018 20:55:54 GMT -8
Maddox"Maybe our future's so bright it fucking burns like a Wildfire." He looked to the older wolves as they interacted with each other, eyes wide with happiness at the thought of going hunting and being taught how to hunt. Maddox, although he was young, wanted to most definitely become one of the best hunters Lubrusca had. He wanted to be much like his father, who was the General of the pack, and well respected among all of the wolves. It was Maddox's dream to be able to be at such a high rank, and be highly respected. But at that moment, the only ones who respected him were the little bugs that often times ran away out of fear than anything else. Perking at the option of also watching Lysic and Devika potentially sparring. The idea sounded truly amazing, and he looked up with pleading eyes to his father, as well as the two older pups.
However, at the sound of pawsteps, it seemed that his father was much more alert, and even more serious than usual. As more pawsteps entered their common area, Maddox and Milo were told to get to their den, going to object with his father, he saw how the other wolves reacted, and thought better than to actually object. Following after Milo, he looked to his brother, a worried expression on his face. What was that strange smell that had come into the commons as they had headed into the dens? What were the adults going to talk about? What was there that was so important that they couldn't be seen? That was when Milo broke the ice with a nice little sentence, relieving the pressure that Maddox felt, and replace it once more with the light-hearted and joyful nature that Maddox mostly adopted. Looking towards the squirrel that Milo had brought with them, courtesy of Lysic, his mouth water at the thought of having some.
Moving himself over to where he was sitting next to Milo, a small, devilish thought ran through his mind, and he decided that he was going to execute it. Moving around, he tackled his brother, placing his paws on top of him in hopes that he would pin him down. Of course, as he did so, he would place his rear end on his brothers back, making sure that he was placed properly in order to not hurt him. Moving his jaws downward, he bit his brother's ear playfully before looking down at him, giving a small laugh as he took a bite off the squirrel. If he were to not be able to immediately dominate and sit on his brother, he would continue trying at least, initiating a fight between the two of them at the very least to keep them occupied.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2018 21:30:58 GMT -8
Seamlessly, Lubrusca’s previous laughter shifted to somberness, grimness shaping even the sweetest of smiles. Devika and Lysic assumed position automatically, steeling themselves for what they assumed to be fierce battle. Even so, he’d taken care to ensure he’d angled himself just enough to intercept a potential attacker before they did. Not to say he didn’t have faith in their abilities — their strength alone testified to wonders he could never claim — but they were simply too young to feel the full wrath of war. Within their meager six months, young as they were, Ventus’s young had already witnessed enough tragedy for two full lifetimes. Anything vaguely avoidable would be, at least as long as he was their mentor. If anything were to happen to them — oh, he could hardly bear the thought. Ventus couldn’t handle another heartbreak. Just as she’d taken in his litter for nursing, he’d taken hers for teaching, and doted on them with all the affection he’d given his own. And speaking of such, he’d another lot to look out for. Maddox and Milo had obediently retreated, content to conduct their puppyish games from the safety of the burrows. Nascha lay curled in the mouth of the den — he silently hoped the sudden movement would jostle him deeper in — and Basil lay basking in new-fallen snow. A stern bark was enough to rouse her attention and send her flying home. Four down, one to go. However, Cecilia’s scent appeared separated, oddly detached from her familiar territories — and with a stinging, poignant strike of horror he realized — that’s because she’d been outside of them.
She returned swinging from Parker’s jaws, perfectly oblivious to the terrors she’d unknowingly subjected herself to. Golden eyes grated against thin ash, a gentle appeal to command her closer to the den, to him, to her cousin’s safety. Tenderly, she trotted over just as Ventus burst forth, swinging a small alabaster bundle latched between locked jaws. “I will explain later. Protect her,” she ordered somberly, placing her parcel down with the faintest hint of hesitation. A wispy-soft whine unveiled their smallest, newest slip of life, a newborn pup as pure and white as Lubruscan snow. For one fleeting moment, all fear of Ferus surrendered to sweetness as Cecilia draped herself over her infant cousin, content to cuddle her close amidst the arching tensions. Oh, he could have simply melted, but now was not the time. “C’mon Cece,” he whispered hurriedly, coaxing her off for a few moments so he could hoist the pup from the snow. Carefully, he escorted the pair to the den, settling Lubrusca’s smallest heir away from his tussling sons. “Maddox, Milo, Cecilia,” he cautioned. “This is your littlest, youngest cousin. I’m going to need you all to act very big now. Be gentle. Keep her warm. Tell her a story and see if she learns to say anything back,” he quipped half-heartedly. “You’ll all have a special treat when I get back from business. Stay safe.”
He returned just in time for the Ferus male’s opening remarks, taking care to carry himself as he’d been instructed. Superior ranks should hold themselves highly distinguished, a care-free, easy confidence molding their mannerism. A difficult adjustment for a naturally submissive male to make, but an essential one, especially in the face of Ferus. However, as the ashen male pressed on, it became increasingly apparent Ferus was the furthest thing from the issue. Terrors were told of candidly; simple, cold facts aligned in an orderly chronological fashion devoid of despair, fear, or emotion of any kind for that matter. Such were Ferus wolves. The male spoke of catastrophic slaughter casually, unmarred by any brutality he might have formerly seen until he reached what he’d witnessed beyond Ferus borders, a level of cruelty he could have barely comprehended if he had not seen it personally. Dante’s pulse haltered briefly, a painfully sharp pang as he remembered how Elenor had suffered at the jaws of such beasts. It somehow worsened. Apparently, now an entire pack of such likeminded savages had gathered, prepared to lay waste to anything tangible, lovely, and good. Despair near dripped from the Ferus male’s plea, each word reminiscent of his witnessed horrors, a stirring convection strong enough to convince even cowards to join and sacrifice themselves for the greater good. And yet, before he could even comment, another spoke over him in his place, a life too lovely to know true evil. “I’ve grown up on stories of those that were willing to lay down their lives for my pack,” Devika began, determined, eager, and every bit as bright-eyed as he knew her to be in all things. “To offer anything less would be a disrespect. Whatever I can do to help,” she concluded sweetly, “I’ll do it.”
“No.” The command resonated clearer, louder than he’d intended, holding a quiet authority he rarely assumed. “Ventus, Mochi,” he began, gently beckoning Devika to follow him towards the outer banks of the Lubruscan river, where they would be able to speak in private. “A moment with my pupil.” Silently, he slipped out of the cluster, hopefully guiding her to the correct bank before settling down solemnly. “Devika, you have been a brilliant student. I have no lack of confidence in your talents or abilities. However,” he paused, a soft, wistful smile molding his maw. “For better or for worse, you are like a daughter to me. I’ve helped to raise you and your brothers since childhood. I’ve taught you everything I know, trained you in everything I’ve been able, and watched you develop your skills. I’ve fought, laughed, and cried for you, and you have done all that and more for me. You’ve named my children. You’ve been there to raise them when the wolf that was supposed to couldn’t, and been every bit as loving as she. You’ve given them all the happiness I’d hoped they’d have. And I will always remember and love you for that. Devika,” he straightened his stance, gaze softening. “You are six months old. You have given Lubrusca your love, your friendship, your duty. You are too young to give it your life. Another wolf can and will cover your absence — if they’re truly that desperate, the other two packs will be consulted as well. You are needed first and foremost here. Your mother needs you. Your cousins need you. Your little sister needs you now more than you will ever know. Devika,” he stepped forwards, golden eyes gleaming against hers. “I need you. Don’t go. Stay with us.”
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Lubrusca
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Omega
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Post by Omega Macha on Nov 19, 2018 13:21:24 GMT -8
OMEGA MACHA
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LUBRUSCA
Macha watched happily as her best friend, and crush, greeted her with the same enthusiasim she showed. Happily swinging her marbled tail behind her, she watched closely as he spoke. Catching his movements, she was momentarily distracted until a face full of snow hit her face. Ears immediately went flat to her head as her face scrunched up in hurt and confusion.
“Whu-what was da-that four?” she grumbled, her words tripping as she shook her head and shoulder off. She was getting better at pronunciation but she still fumbled when she was preoccupied. The cold, white substance melting slightly already. She was a little upset by the sudden attack, but his face and body language spoke that this was simply a game. A game she was not ready for and didn’t know how to play. Of course, she couldn’t stay mad at him as he helped get some of the snow off of her.
Smiling shyly, still a little uncertain if another attack was coming or not. She watched as a black bundle came pouncing their way. Smiling excitedly, she was always up for playing with the Dante’s pups. Happily wagging her tail in greeting, she watched as the little one pounced into the snow and came out like a fish out of water. Giggling, she pawed at the pup before she went to attack Parker. The word the little one used she was not used to, wee-zul? She would have to ask Parker later.
Parker began talking to the little bundle that was named Basil. Macha had forgotten some of the young ones names, as she had only met each one briefly and saw them only a little bit. They were hard to talk to, for her at least. Their words went by fast or they hid their mouths away from her vision. She let her mind wonder until Parker got her attention. He mouthed words her way, of course she didn’t know they were silently mouthed.
Surprise Hydran, huh? That would be a laugh. Nodding enthusiastically, she was back to her own chipper mood. Standing on the sidelines, she sat down with her ebony tail curled around her for warmth. Watching as the activities played out with a gentle smile, falling more and more in favor with the male. She couldn’t say love, not yet, but her feelings for him could be described as the first spring flower to bloom.
Of course, the joy only lasted a short time before she was left alone. Before she even realized what had happened, Parker was full sprinting away with Hydran close on his tails. Confusion clouded her face, what had happened? Ears flicking uncertaintly she looked for her father or another adult for questioning. She spotted Dante talking with a large group and hung back, shy to gain his attention.
Slinking back towards her den, she laid down, tail close between her legs. She would wait until her father came out of Ventus’ den. Although, she didn’t have to wait long before others came back, leading a stranger. Her father stood next to Ventus, who had deposited a bundle by Devika. Curiosity perked, she moved towards Devika, kind of slinking on the ground to not gain attention of others.
She didn’t need sound to know tensions were high. She had never seen Parker serious and her father that way, not sense the fire. Parker kind of… scared her. She never wanted to see him mad, at least not at her. A small, uncontrollable whine slipped passed ebony lips as she watched Dante move the pups into their cave.
Whispering out at him, “I-I’ll garrda, da-the, entrance.” Hoping he would nod his head in confirmation, she moved her black body in front of the entrance and squeezed her self towards the den, so she was half in, half out. Eyes watching for any sudden movements that would mean she needed to protect the pups further.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2018 12:35:19 GMT -8
Time Skip- 6 Months (Old) It had been a while since the horrible fire that rocked their territory, and the once fresh, painful burns that scarred Fenrir's body were now new scars, some of the worst burns still having some healing scabs, mostly along his legs where he had to run through the burning woods to get away. He was glad that he was getting better, and throughout the healing he still pushed himself to train with General Dante and Snow Rose, the salutary who, at the moment, had fallen under the weather. He guess it was due to the switching of the weather, as it got cold pretty quickly this year. However, the female was afflicted so much so that she couldn't properly perform her duties and remained in her den, Fenrir taking it upon himself to learn as much as he could about herbs and healing in case he needed to take up the job. In doing so, though, he neglected his training with Dante, cutting back on Scout and Hunter training, but still trying to keep up with Warrior training in case another war started. He was not alive for the war, but even now the effects of it and the fire permeated through the pack. The mood was down, and wolves walked around like they may die any day now instead of embracing each moment they lived. But, at the same time, Lubrusca showed signs of recovering. Dante had fathered his own litter, something Fenrir was happy for him, even though his mate died in childbirth. It was the worst thing he had witnessed so far in his short life, desperately running and dashing around for ingredients to try to help his mentor keep the female alive. Their efforts were in vain, and Fenrir was forced to watch the light fade from her eyes, and then watch something die in his adopted Uncle's eyes as well. But even so, the pups were born, and he knew Dante distracted his pain from losing a mate by preoccupying himself with his own pups and Fenrir and his litter. To an extent, Fenrir blocked the memory from his own mind by staying focused on the present, on the ones that were alive. Just as the snow blanketed the ground and mixed with the soot, a Ferus wolf invaded the territory. Before anyone could do anything, the wolf claimed to know of an enemy pack much worse than anything they had seen before. Stories of cannibals going on large hunts to kill as many of their kind as they could at one time. Then he did the unthinkable; he addressed this pack that wasn't his and demanded someone join him in this ridiculous quest. If he was lying, he could trick the wolves he took and murder them. If he was telling the truth, it was a suicide mission. He wanted to launch an attack on an ever-growing pack of cannibals with a small group of elite wolves? It was crazy talk. Fenrir currently stood away from the grouping, but still close enough that he could easily listen to what was being said. His body was angled sideways to the intruder in case he needed to leap into action. He fully expected his pack to blow off this wolf and tell him to use his own pack if he so desired to go after these murdering wolves, but to his horror, his sister stepped forward. Immediately his ears shot up and his body tensed, and with her statement he quickly galloped up to put himself between his sister and this intruder. He bared fangs at the stranger briefly before turning to look at his sister, eyes wide with disbelief and worry. "Woah, wait a minute, Dev. We don't know this guy, he came from the pack that warred with ours before we were born, and you're just going to believe everything he says and go with him? What if this cannibal pack doesn't even exist? And if it does, you really think going with this poor excuse for a wolf and whatever wolves he gathers up to fight a pack that he himself said was a rapidly-growing group? It's suicide, and I won't let you send yourself to get killed like that. Not when dad is already gone and two of our siblings. I won't stand aside like that." Insubordination be damned, he sat aside quietly this whole time, but he would not be quiet when his sister's life is on the line. He would soon force himself to go before sending his sister. Sentinel Hydran @dante Hunter Devika @flint @mochi Alphess Ventus |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2018 22:02:25 GMT -8
Perfect happiness proved to be life’s biggest rarity, something he’d fancied to be little more than mere fiction at best. And yet as Ventus rasped her tongue across his cheek, curling into his ivory coat with Keala wrapped between them, he couldn’t help but feel as though he’d found his in full. For one fantastic minute, he settled his head on top of hers, unable to mask a soft, contented sigh. This was the family he’d secretly hoped for, dreamed of since he lost his own, and now, it was finally his — for a minute, anyways. All of a sudden, Ventus’ loving gaze lit up, packed with panic; a sharp, antagonizing scent fulfilling a fear that had terrorized her long before he’d been part of her life or Lubrusca. “I can’t leave her here alone. I don’t trust what Ferus has planned,” she resolved, shakily grabbing their girl’s scruff. “Of course,” he whispered, rising to shield her from their packmates’ ever-prying eyes as they ventured into the ice. Ferus was forever Lubrusca’s foul adversary, forever returning to haunt them at their lowest possible moment, forever a familiar antagonist in their day-to-day lives, and now was no exception. Although the scent was singular, and markedly absent of all “Ferus” aspects of trouble, he couldn’t help but have a slight, pensive slip of suspicion, instinctively tensing in preparation as they abandoned the abject safety of their den. The scent belonged to a male initially appearing innocent enough in question: small, slim-bodied, and sharp-faced. Regardless, every ridge and nerve tensed at his approach. Ferus always came bearing either bad news, big problems, or perilous ordeals. In this instance, it appeared to be all three. He spoke horror stories in their finest genuine form, molding the monstrosities he’d feared of finding on his own into a plausible, assembling threat. It couldn’t be true. A portion of him frantically hoped the male was mistaken, that such cruel savagery was merely a matter of fiction, and yet another of him instinctively knew it to be true. Who could mistake cannibalism, slavery, carnage, murder? Although he’d already known savages walked among them, he’d childishly hoped they were few and far between. To consider an entire pack assembling at their borders — it chilled him to his very core. Lubrusca wasn’t ready. They’d only just managed to make a recovery and rebuild their ranks from the fires that incinerated their territory; the mere thought of having to wage a war, especially against wolves as manic as these, conferred only catastrophe. And yet, there was the second option, the one that suggested the male’s slight, horrifically slim likelihood of lying. Slim, but the probability was there, and posed a potent risk to any wolf that heeded the male’s rallying cry. And then, as if cued by his thoughts, Devika impulsively decided to volunteer her life for the Ferus male’s mission. Fortunately, General Dante gently intercepted the idea, politely excusing him and his pupil for private intervention. Somberly, he shook his head, deciding enough was enough. Interference was needed before another pup approached, set on surrendering their life to a cause they couldn’t even confirm was true. “Before another of our wolves offers,” Mochi cautioned, straightening his stance. “We’ve no reason to regard your story as the absolute, sovereign truth. You provided this pack with something that was at best a story, with no weight, logic, or facts to confirm its content. I cannot allow our apprentices, as of now, to volunteer their lives for a cause they can’t even confirm is entirely real. If you want action,” he cautioned, sharply curling his upper lip into a snarl. “Provide better proof.” “However, you have drawn attention to a good argument. Lubrusca has been in need of complete reform for seasons. No better time to start than the present.” Carefully, he caught Ventus’ eye, gauging to see if she had anything to add. “Although we’ve had our conflicts, your pack has a commendable army model. When faced with enemies like these, I feel it’s best for Lubrusca to live similarly. We can no longer afford to live as though we’ll always walk in peace. From now on, all ranks are to be doubly warriors. Combat training commences after daily duties have been handled. General Dante will lead and train Devika, Hydran, Lysic, and Parker alongside future apprentices for border patrol. Our lands are left unattended too often for my personal tastes. Fenrir will focus primarily on his duties under Snow, but will also receive a light amount of combat training come worst to worst. If Snow fails to heal from her sickness, than he will have no choice but to assume her position. Macha will be appointed Fenrir’s assistant in the meanwhile, as while as chief guard of the pups while all the other yearlings are out on training. And speaking of pups, General,” Mochi greeted, shifting his gaze towards Ventus for approval. “It’s high time yours were assigned mentors as well. Ventus, I believe is best suited for such a decision.” “If you still wish for warriors,” Mochi cautioned, bristling at the audacity of the Ferus male. “You may still inquire, but amongst the adults of the pack. “We don’t sacrifice wolves if we can’t even confirm what they’d be dying for, and we don’t encourage the involvement of those who can’t fully comprehend the depths of their potential sacrifice. It’s simply inhumane. Listen closely; your pack could potentially learn something from this lesson. In the meanwhile, however, you’re free to practice your pitch with whatever fool is free to listen. However, I feel I must caution you,” he quipped, unable to conceal a cold, hard smile. “You’ll be hard-pressed.” Tagged: Alphess Ventus @ebony @prim Hunter Devika @fenrir Sentinel Hydran Beta Lysic @basil Scout Cecilia Apprentice Maddox Scout Milo Warrior Nascha Omega Macha @dante |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2018 1:11:11 GMT -8
Fenrir watched, fur bristled, as Alpha Mochi emerged from his mother's den, nose to the air as he had also caught on to the Ferus wolf's scent. His hackles raised and guard up, the larger male made his way to the gathering of wolves around this stranger. Standing straight and looming over the skinnier male, Mochi addressed him as Uncle Dante moved Devika away. Fenrir stayed, wanting to hear what was going on instead of going with his sister. Thankfully, Mochi was smart, and denied the intruder access to the apprentices, bringing up his own thoughts on the legitimacy of his story. Fenrir didn't like the thought of it being true, but the accusation that this wolf was lying and trying to lead young wolves to their deaths wasn't a favorable outcome either. Why was it that when things were just starting to look up, tragedy seemed to strike the pack? It wasn't fair. They didn't deserve this. Why did their enemy have to approach with this kind of problem? Why couldn't they find a pack that wasn't just recovering from a war and a fire to look for volunteers for this death mission? But now that they knew about it, it would be a threat that they couldn't ignore forever, if this outrageous claim was true. He was brought out of his thoughts when Mochi suggested changing their ways into one more of Ferus' army-ready warrior packs. He didn't like this at all. He smoothed his fur, but his lip was curled, ears straight forward in aggression. He was okay with having some warrior training up until now, but knowing that they were now going to be doing this to prepare for yet another war turned him off completely to the idea. His ear flicked towards his alpha as his name was mentioned, and then Snow's. He took a forlorn look at the Salutary's den and sighed. He hoped she would recover, but right now he wasn't skilled enough to fix her by himself. It was mostly just up to her, if she was strong enough to pull through or not. Mochi warned the Ferus wolf on his inquiries for sacrifices, barely covering his disdain for the wolf's boldness. Fenrir shook his head and sighed as the others began to disband, going to perform their daily duties or head on over to begin combat training. The yearling didn't really know what to do with himself now. He wanted to talk to Snow about what was happening, and maybe see if she needed some herbs. His head and tail low, he crept on over to her den and peeked his head inside. Snow was asleep, panting hard, legs twitching every now and again. She was getting scrawny, her fur was dirty and just beginning to get matted in places. "There is a Ferus wolf here," he began, his voice soft so as not to wake her. If she could sleep it off he wanted her to rest, but he needed to tell someone of his thoughts, even if she couldn't respond to him. He was pretty introverted and liked to keep thoughts to himself. "He was trying to get some of us to go with him and fight some terrifying pack of wolves. He says they're cannibals and they're growing rapidly. Devika was going to offer herself up until Uncle Dante moved her away and Mochi told her no. He told the wolf that he could only ask the adults to go with him, but even so I don't think Mochi will send anyone off. But now he wants to change everything and have everyone do combat training after daily duties. He wants to make us like Ferus. I don't want to be like them. Macha is going to be my assistant too, while you're under the weather. I hope you get better soon."As he spoke, he began to clean her fur, licking it clean with great care. Even with just getting that out, he began to calm down a little, but his concerns were still at the forefront of his mind. When he finished cleaning her, he pushed more dry moss around her to nestle her in, not wanting her to get cold in the winter weather. @mochi Hunter Devika @flint @dante Omega Macha |
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Post by Hunting Superior Parker on Nov 25, 2018 18:38:44 GMT -8
“Then how very fortunate my presence here isn’t based on your opinion, Parker,” the overly confident voice of the Ferus male snapped an angered silver gaze onto the cinnamon beast. How did he even learn his name? Had Ebony told it to him on the walk back? Perhaps Hydran? No, he couldn't recall the younger saying his name in the hunting grounds. It must have been the Beta then. The Ferus male surely was nosey, Parker had only made the comment offhandedly to Dante, and yet the male had felt the need to comment on it. What pompous behaviour. Out of the corner of his eye, a brown frame slinking towards the newest white bundle made his gaze tear away from the Ferus intruder. Macha, his dear Macha; he had bolted away with Hydran so quickly that he had left her all alone in the commons without even giving her an explanation! Guilt panged through his system, his anger falling away as he watched the delicate being stare at the youngest member of the pack. For just that moment, there was peace, the sight of innocent curiosity warming the teen's heart before the damned Ferus male began to speak again. Atrocities spilled from his mouth, some sort of horror story mixed with a nightmare. Stories of murder at Ferus, something that Parker wasn't proud that he was happy about, stories of cannibals and cultists, murders in the rogue lands, his apparent witnessing to all of these crimes against life. It was almost too horrible to be true! The only bit that he could really believe was that someone had killed a bunch of wolves on the Ferus outskirts, and that was only because of a deep-rooted part of his system that wanted some revenge for the lives that Ferus took. Either way, his face fell into a frown again. Not even Macha's adorable voice could bring his usual grin back onto his face after that speech. It was hellish. It was something that Lubrusca definitely did not need. From behind him, a familiar voice announced, “I’ve grown up on stories of those that were willing to lay down their lives for my pack. To offer anything less would be a disrespect. Whatever I can do to help, I’ll do it.” Devika. It was Devika. The yearling's heart sank, panic setting into his system. Luckily, Dante stepping it, pulling the Alphess' only daughter away from whatever maniacal plan she thought she had. She hadn't even been alive when the war happened! She hadn't seen the aftermath of it, hadn't had to clean up from the mess that Ferus left behind. No matter how noble she wanted to be, Devika had no clue how malicious Ferus could be. This whole thing could just be some sort of plot to weaken Lubrusca more. Maybe Ferus wanted to take over the rest of the charred corpse of Lubruscan territory alongside the hunting grounds. “We’ve no reason to regard your story as the absolute, sovereign truth. You provided this pack with something that was at best a story, with no weight, logic, or facts to confirm its content. I cannot allow our apprentices, as of now, to volunteer their lives for a cause they can’t even confirm is entirely real. If you want action, provide better proof. However, you have drawn attention to a good argument. Lubrusca has been in need of complete reform for seasons. No better time to start than the present. Although we’ve had our conflicts, your pack has a commendable army model. When faced with enemies like these, I feel it’s best for Lubrusca to live similarly. We can no longer afford to live as though we’ll always walk in peace. From now on, all ranks are to be doubly warriors. Combat training commences after daily duties have been handled. General Dante will lead and train Devika, Hydran, Lysic, and Parker alongside future apprentices for border patrol. Our lands are left unattended too often for my personal tastes. Fenrir will focus primarily on his duties under Snow, but will also receive a light amount of combat training come worst to worst. If Snow fails to heal from her sickness, then he will have no choice but to assume her position. Macha will be appointed Fenrir’s assistant in the meanwhile, as while as the chief guard of the pups while all the other yearlings are out on training. And speaking of pups, General, it’s high time yours were assigned mentors as well. Ventus, I believe is best suited for such a decision. If you still wish for warriors, you may still inquire, but amongst the adults of the pack. We don’t sacrifice wolves if we can’t even confirm what they’d be dying for, and we don’t encourage the involvement of those who can’t fully comprehend the depths of their potential sacrifice. It’s simply inhumane. Listen closely; your pack could potentially learn something from this listen. In the meanwhile, however, you’re free to practice your pitch with whatever fool is free to listen. However, I feel I must caution you, you’ll be hard-pressed,” Mochi's Alpha self stepped out to play within his monologue. There was just so much to unpack! Firstly, he was going to be trained for border patrol? Surely, that only entailed walking. Then again, it was probably a border control that got killed by something at Ferus. Combat training down the line; Parker wasn't exactly looking forward to it, but by Mochi's tone, he didn't really have a choice. Secondly, his little Macha got two new jobs, one as the Salutary's assistant's assistant, and one as the unofficial guardian of Dante's pups, and suddenly what seemed to be Ventus' as well. That, at last, could pacify the teen. He wasn't sure it Macha could see Mochi's lips from her vantage point outside the den, so at last, he decided to interact with the dainty flower. Turning back to her, a small realization hit him. Thank goodness she couldn't hear what the Ferus male was saying. Hopefully, she hadn't been able to read his lips. His precious crush didn't need to know about such horrible musing of a pack enemy. "Macha!" he whispered, turning around with a smile on his face to let the she-wolf see his lips. "Mochi gave you some jobs! You get to help Fenrir," the golden male enunciated the name slowly so that Macha knew who he was talking about, "in the medicine den while Snow's sick, AND you get to watch over all of the pups because Mochi is sending us to do some new training." He barely needed to vocalize, each word a mere whisper from him yet almost a yell for Macha. He had learned which words he needed to pause a little more on, names and longer words especially, and had been working on trying to make it easier for Macha to understand him. His tone with other wolves was still fast-paced and child-like (in circumstances where some Ferus butthead wasn't in the commons) so his personality remained, but even with Macha, he tried to make his face look like what his voice sounded like. She deserved the same experience that everyone else had with his voice. He laid his frame in front of the beautiful marbled teen, keeping an ear out for anything that Ventus or Mochi had to say concerning Dante's pups' mentors or the Ferus male. However, the majority of his focus was on the beauty before him, silver watching gold intently for her response, or if she needed him to mouth anything again. Omega Macha @mochi Alphess Ventus Hunter Devika @flint @dante @fenrir @ebony @prim Sentinel Hydran Beta Lysic @basil Scout Cecilia Apprentice Maddox Warrior Nascha |
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Post by Scout Milo on Nov 26, 2018 21:25:55 GMT -8
For some reason or another, Maddox hadn't responded to his question laced with improper table manners that he was sure his dad would've scolded him over if he had heard it. Instead, it seemed that a big ole butt was attracted to his back. His elder brother tackled him (gently of course) pushing his already laying frame onto the side before he sat on him. "Oh oooow!" Milo wailed, a playful tone making it clear that he was under no duress, "You've gotten me! I think I'm dying! Is that... is that the light? There it is! Oooooh..!" The second oldest wheezed out, dramatically stretching his legs out as if he was dying. However, Maddox quickly moved his hairy butt, allowing oxygen to flow back into Milo's lungs with a dramatic gasp. Breaking out into a laugh, Milo flicked his ear out of his brother's mouth, both of them filling their jaws with Lysic's squirrel instead of one another's ears. While in the middle of a bite, his dad's head popped into the den with his oldest little sister, Cece. “Maddox, Milo, Cecilia, this is your littlest, youngest cousin. I’m going to need you all to act very big now. Be gentle. Keep her warm. Tell her a story and see if she learns to say anything back. You’ll all have a special treat when I get back from business. Stay safe,” way too adulty tones murmured from the General's mouth. Youngest cousin? But he knew all of his cousins! Wasn't the youngest one Devika? Why would she be in the den? However, his dad seemed to drop off some sort of mini Devika. Just this tiny white blob. It almost looked like a snowball! An alive snowball! Swallowing the lump of squirrel in his mouth, Milo hummed out a small, "Woah." He wasn't ready for kids yet! He'd barely had time to live his life! All joking aside, it seemed that Dad wanted the group of 3-month-olds to take care of the bean. Snuggling up to one side of the mewling little cousin, Milo racked his brain for stories that he could tell her. They were only three months old! What kind of stories did their Dad think they'd have? The only thing he could think of was the totally epic prank that he and Maddox had pulled on Devika, aka big Snowball. "Okay, so once upon a time, there were these two totally awesomely amazing warriors named Maddox and Milo," Milo began, barely stretching the truth away from the real narrative, "And their Dad wanted them to pull a prank on one of their cousins. So they left the den and snuck around behind the target cousin, Devika, and on the count of three, they attacked the big white snake that was attacking her butt! And Maddox and Milo totally killed it and saved the day!" The second oldest chirped, the ending of his story being totally epic. It pretty much beat every other story out there. All of the sudden, the light inside the den was snuffed out. Looking towards the entrance, there was..... yet another butt! What was will all the butts today!? It seemed to be Macha's, the deaf female doing something at the mouth of the den, but he guessed it couldn't hurt. It trapped all the heat in the den, and that was one of his dad's criteria. Leaning over to his brother slightly, Milo chuckled out, "'Dox, what do we do if Macha farts?" He was barely trying to hold back his laughter, a poorly concealed smile plastered on his face. Apprentice Maddox Scout Cecilia @dante @yaknow |
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Post by Scout Cecilia on Nov 27, 2018 12:29:13 GMT -8
PUP CECILIA
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LUBRUSCA
Cecilia flicked an ear and crawled into the den as her father instructed. Grumping at him she plopped herself down next to the squirming form. Blue eyes that have yet to color watched the little thing mew softly, probably very confused on what was going on. Cecilia could relate to that much. Her brother, though, beat her to the story telling and practically took up all the space next to her.
This was her find, Cecilia thought. She stopped herself though, this little pup was her cousin, not a toy to fight over. Struggling with her puppish instincts and common sense, she laid down on the other side. Listening to Milo’s oh so thrilling story, she huffed. Not happy with his antics, she took her small puppish paw and batted her brothers snout.
“That’s not a nice thing to ask,” she quipped, her tiny voice squeaking out. “And tell one of the stories dad tells us about mom,” she ended, blowing air through her cheeks in mock pout. She was not one for talking much and she did have to admit Milo was a better storyteller than she was. But he had an ego and Dox would add to that fuel. Someone would need to keep the duo in line.
Although, she hated that she took that job for the time being. Basil and Nascha seemed to just go back to sleep. Puppy naps sounded nice right now. Letting out a yawn, a pink tongue stretching out, she laid her head next to the little snowballs. Eyes closed, ears moving occasionally while she listened to her brothers. Her breathing was soft and gentle. She tried to stay awake, but her adventure to the hunting grounds and then finding their new cousin and the complete stranger whipped out her energy. She needed to recharge.
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Post by Alphess Ventus on Nov 27, 2018 15:54:26 GMT -8
| | Alphess Ventus of Lubrusca | Dull orange eyes looked over the approaching Ferus wolf. It was Flint, one of the higher ups in the pack. She wasn't sure why he was here alone, but she looked towards Ebony, knowing that the male would have made sure that he was indeed alone. Her beta was one of her best wolves, and she was glad that she had him by her side. Looking towards Dante and Parker, the two seemed to corral and take care of the pups that were lingering amongst their makeshift common grounds. They needed to move back to the old common grounds, but during the winter it would be almost impossible. There was something about what the male said that sent shivers down her spine. Cultists and cannibals. Those were the worst kinds of wolves, and they were hovering near her borders. With how little warriors she had, and how many pups there were to protect, she knew that they couldn't take this fear lightly. Lingering her gaze along the male's form, there was no hint of lying, but an underlying tone of emergency seemed to linger in the air. This situation was something that needed to be dealt with properly, and quickly before the pack grew into a monstrosity that couldn't be stopped.
Looking towards her daughter as she volunteered to go with, her General quickly moved to take her aside and talk with her about her decisions. She was relieved that Dante did so, and that she wouldn't have to give a scolding to her daughter at this very moment for her behavior. Orange ears flickered to the rumble of her mates voice, the words he spoke were the truth, and she was thankful that during her distraction with her pup, he had taken the initiative to speak. Looking towards Flint, she gave a small, displeased frown. Mochi brought up a good point that most wolves here were not going to be willing to help a pack that had destroyed their lands, maimed many of her warriors, and caused so much pain and destruction upon her territory. "I think it's best you simply leave," The female spoke, looking towards him. "Inquire with the other packs. Although, I thought Ferus was strong in itself to defend it's borders," She sneered, looking towards the male. "Seems you've finally met your match," The she-wolf moved, paws leaving small prints in the snow as she walked off, tail flicking behind her. She was not going to sit there any longer and listen for the male to speak anymore. The words that spewed from his mouth were already alarming enough, but Ventus needed to pretend that she was okay, that it hadn't affected her in any way.
Bringing her mind back to where she was, she looked around, seeing her eldest son watching near Dante, and her daughter there as well. Her pups seemed to have gathered near the General, all except one. Keala. Where was she? Alarm spiked as she looked for the little bundle of fur. Approaching the young wolves, as well as Dante, fear was evident in her gaze as she looked around, with all the commotion she hardly had time to realize where they had placed her youngest and newest pup. "Where is she?" She inquired, her tone laced with fear as she looked frantically around. | OOC: @dante Beta Lysic Hunter Devika @fenrir @mochi
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Post by Beta Lysic on Nov 27, 2018 18:20:29 GMT -8
L Y S I CHeir of Lubrusca
Everything seemed to peacefully slide by as Dante talked, but the male became alert as Ebony returned to the commons, seemingly disappearing for who knows how long. The scent that drug behind him was unmistakably the scent of an intruder. The scent was still rather foreign to him, as he had been born after the battle of Ferus and had absolutely no clue what they smelled like. But as the male approached, he caught the idea that this was indeed a Ferus wolf. Black in color, standing as a higher superior, more than he should have displayed if it was Lysic's decision. The male looked for his mother, noticing the lack of her presence, as well as Mochi's. But it seemed as if on cue when the male had entered, The bright red of his mother's pelt shot out and made itself present, Mochi following closely behind her. She approached himself and Devika first, looking towards the little white bundle that was plopped in front of them before she made herself presentable as the Alphess of the pack alongside Mochi and Ebony. His eyes widened as he looked down at the bundle that smelled of milk and his mother. What was this? A pup? How did he not know? Looking towards Devika, his one good eye trained on her as she tucked herself over their new found sibling, and for once displayed a snarl on her muzzle. The orange coat that Lysic adorned was puffed a little as well, making him seem much larger as he stepped in way of his sister, looking to give some sort of extra protection to his smaller sibling.
After having done this, his sister stepped past him after the male had spoken, offering up herself as someone to go with. He snarled in distaste at his sister's comment. There was no way he would let her do that. Shifting his body to object to her doing that, Dante stepped in the middle, where he pulled Devika aside to scold her for what she was even thinking. Lysic looked towards Mochi, listening to what his step-father had to say about the situation. His tone was dominant, holding nothing but malice to the new male. Lysic swished his tail behind him, turning to allow himself to gather around Dante, as Mochi had instructed that Dante would be training him. Lysic was unsure on whether or not any Lubruscan warriors were going to join this male with his search and press against his now existing threat, but he hoped that with what little family they had here, that they would be able to keep each and every wolf here, no matter what the male offered in return for their help. Looking towards Dante, waiting for the male to say something, his mother approached, frantic. Her scent radiated fear, and as she asked where the little pup was, he looked towards her with an unknowing gaze. As he had been caught up in the commotion, he had not realized where the little white furball had been placed.
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Post by Apprentice Maddox on Nov 27, 2018 18:37:15 GMT -8
Maddox"Maybe our future's so bright it fucking burns like a Wildfire." Maddox was enjoying the squirrel that himself and Milo were sitting and munching on when his sisters joined them. Basil and Nascha went to the back of the den to sleep it seemed, and Cecilia stayed near them. After noticing his siblings' presence, he went back to finishing up the squirrel, before a small bundle of shivering white was shoved into the den. Looking towards his father as he explained what she was, he simply tilted his head. What even was this little mass of fur? Looking over it, he sniffed it, causing it to whine in protest. Astonished that it could make noise, the little pup stumbled backwards, tripping over his tail as he did so. It made noise?! Looking towards his brother, who snuggled up on one side, Maddox took the initiative to bring himself to warm the other side of the pup, laying down gently as to not squish any small body part that would be wiggling about. Cecilia joined them soon after, and he looked towards Milo with a snort as he told a grand story, as well as asked what they would do if the she-wolf guarding them killed them all with a disastrous move; farting. "I don't know, maybe if we hold our breathes long enough, it'd go away?" Maddox was not thinking clearly at the thought of that. What if they were all trapped in this den, destined to die by Macha's choice in whether or not to relax her rear muscles? He couldn't help but snort and laugh at that thought, but they couldn't possibly die from that, right? Maddox, thinking of something for them to whisper to the little pup, thought maybe that a story of how amazing Mochi was would be a good idea.
"Hey Milo! Got any good stories about Mochi? Or funny ones?" He said, looking towards him as he licked the little furball sitting inbetween him. "Also, what do we call her? Little fluff monster?" He asked, looking towards his brother, awaiting his response. In the mean time, the little white bundle seemed to like the warmth as her breathing and shivering ceased to be as loud or as vigorous as before.
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Post by Sentinel Hydran on Dec 9, 2018 22:07:03 GMT -8
Something was coming, something really, really bad. The small Ferus ( ferusian?) wolf spoke bravely, confidently, saying how this pack of murderous, canniballistic beings were the worst threat their and any pack had ever seen, let alone faced. They had already killed two of their own, and were probably planning on extending their body count here as well. They couldn't take them out on their own, and neither could we. This guy was here on a recruiting mission. An actual opportunity to be important? A chance to become a warrior, fighting for a honorable cause?, the only thing stopping Hydran from saying yes was Devika saying it first. The giantess his sister has become in so little time came as a surprise to everybody, and of course someone of her size would be of great assistance on the battlefield. But interceptions didn't wait. Both Fenrir and Dante jumped in to stop her, not letting her get into something she wouldn't understand. This made Hydran hesitate a little, what if it was indeed bullshit? It wouldn't be the first time Ferus fucked them over, he would ask his dad but they took care of him too. And then, in-between the debate of what was right and what was wrong, Mochi stepped in, and boy was he ready to talk, but by any means without an actual, senseful argument. Basically, the Ferus wolf had no actual evidence to back up his story, but in some regard he was right. If an actual threat happened to come back to haunt us again, we wouldn't be ready. So, as of today, we'd start being more like the pack that once killed half our people. Not exactly a bad idea, by any means. The champions win for a reason. That aside, he was already training to be a warrior, routine wouldn't actually change that much unless they added more stuff in. That said, the alphess more or less kicked him out, a little bit of sass included. Hydran was about to leave, when he realized that he now had another, much younger, sibling. "Oh man, I've got a new sister now!"Excited and kinda nervous, mixed up with a little confusion as to why his mom hadn't told anyone before, the young hunter was about to set sail to really meet this new face, when his mom approached, fear and desperation. "Where is she?". It didn't really take that much to figure out who she was talking about. Aaaand we already lost her. Hydran decided to help his mom and the others look for the pup.
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