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  Coming Back Around continued [Mercury]
Posted by: Ayliyra - November 06, 2017, 02:04:00 AM - Replies (22)

It had been quite an eventful day that was now wearing late. She'd run across one who knew of Nardir and apparently knew, if not everything, at least something of its fate, it had moved apparently, northward according to the stranger, which was going to make things complicated. Some of those she intended to look for had, so she'd been told, last been seen in the north and well..she didn't want to really head towards Nardir, if Nardir even still stood though there was no guarantee it did if there had been trouble enough to cause a second of their allies to fall. But Mercury..unless she had much changed that was where Mercury would likely want to go and the direction they were likely to be heading in. Ah Mercury. More important than Nardir, at least to her, was Mercury being back. Her mentor was back and there was oh so much to tell to her. So much she needed to know..but..she worried. Some of the things Mercury needed to know were also things that might, and quite possibly would, hurt her and she didn't want to see Mercury hurt. It left her rather torn between wanting to protect Mercury from the pain of..the past and perhaps the now in a sense but also wanting to protect her from pain in the future and she couldn't do both. So she supposed it would be better for the pain to be now while she could possibly do something to ease it rather than in the future when she might not be there.

But first to find a suitable spot, a place safe enough for such discussions and that would allow her and Mercury to both gather as much rest as they could while they could since the lands out here were unpredictable. Well not wholly unpredictable perhaps. They could always be predicted to not be safe and for there to always be the chance of being hunted by someone else for just about any reason at all. And she didn't like that fact, not one bit. She didn't care so much about the danger to herself as she had become accustomed to it but Mercury..she rather minded the possibility of that happening to Mercury. She'd lost her once and didn't intend to lose her again at least not any time soon as she knew, even if she didn't want to admit but..still she knew she was going to lose her anyway in the end. But until then she needed to figure out a way to keep her safe. To prevent an attack if possible. But then Mercury's size should help with that anyway so..what was left? The desperate, the thrill seekers..or those who..had a vendetta..like her father. Zvulun. Yes. That would be a problem if he showed up..of course it wasn't likely and was probably a worst case scenario but..better to plan for the worst and hope for the best rather than to just..hope for the best and have no plan at all. So..how to plan for a possible attack by her father? Well he liked ambushes which meant it was likely he'd try and strike from behind and she knew he wouldn't let anything remain standing between him and her so..That meant she needed to be behind Mercury so that Mercury wouldn't be the something in between in case of an attack.

But then she needed to be able to protect Mercury from all the other directions as well since..well it did occur to her that the only way Mercury was likely to have been kept from the pack for so long was by force, and that usually meant injuries and while she did know more about healing than she had she didn't consider herself a healer and she didn't know enough about humans she didn't think to be able to really tell what sort of condition Mercury was in. She didn't look great and seemed tired and there was what seemed to be a collar of sorts on her but that wasn't enough so..once again..better to assume that Mercury was too injured to hold her own in a fight and plan accordingly rather than simply hope she could and pay the price for it later. So..fighting..if Mercury couldn't hold her own in a fight then that meant the best option would be to avoid fighting all together if possible. That could be hard to do in the neutrals though without prior warning and an injured Mercury might not be able to flee too fast anyway so..prior warning..and as much time as possible were what was needed.

And her longest reaching sense for doing that was her sense of smell..but if she was standing behind Mercury..unless..if she didn't stand or walk directly behind but a little to the side she'd be able to see what was in front of them and smell what was in front as well. Yes! That should allow time enough to assess threats and ensure Mercury was protected from the front and with her walking behind any ambushers would have to deal with her first before they could get to Mercury and the sides were covered as well anyway by virtue of being the spot before the front so..seeing and smelling the front meant being able to see and scent along the sides and she could easily put herself between any attacks launched from the side or from behind and Mercury. Yes. She was going to be a one wolf guard patrol. Nothing and no one was going to take Mercury away from her again..at least not without a fight. But only if it came to that.

"We need somewhere to rest. Somewhere safe enough for me to make my report..there is..alot you..need to know about and alot of it is..not pleasant". She'd say once they were out of earshot of any listeners trying to give Mercury as much warning as possible about what things she was likely to hear so she could brace herself for the strain although given the conversation they'd had already she probably was expecting bad news of some sort. Until then though she'd simply follow Mercury, letting her lead so she could set the pace, another thing that might help with any injuries, and so there would less risk to her from an attack from behind until a new destination was reached. Once at that destination..well something would need to be done to check it out to make sure it was safe for Mercury though how she was going to do that and make sure no attacks were launched while the inspection was going on she had no idea. But she supposed she'd figure out something..after all she'd been teaching herself things for so long now..but..maybe perhaps..with Mercury back..there would be less of that. Yes with Mercury back..there were so many more possibilities than there had been, for her and so many others, that had not been there before.

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  still alive [foxes]
Posted by: Fae - November 05, 2017, 10:29:05 PM - Replies (5)


Scared. Terrified.

Hurt.

Angry. So so angry.

The mission was a success in a failure. She made it out, only because others had fallen. A leader lost beneath ice, chased by a monster. His life served as nothing more than a distraction, in his last moments all he did was draw attention away so a few slaves could run, so they could save themselves. He fell, and so did Arcana. Both drowned with monsters.

She returned to the crater, shaking and terrified, hoping to find home, safety with what bretheren may remain, but instead she found wolves. They were always surrounded by beasts, and now her people offered themselves to them, joined them arm in arm. When faced with loss they sought the same creatures that tore her and the others away from their home. She was disgusted. She was horrified. She fled.

There was no where to run to now, there was no safe haven left, everywhere one might turn there were monsters, hoardes of them, ready and waiting to take advantage of small and helpless creatures. The Straits were no friend to the foxes, not in groups, not in pairs and most certainly not alone.

She'd been capable once, formidable even. Where had that vixen gone? Lost to the fruitless hopes of what that damned and abandoned crater was meant to be. Childish dreams had dragged her down from a cunning force to be reckoned with, to a sniffling girl with a heart too big for her own good. No family, no lover, no home with a happily ever after. Because she'd grown soft. Her best successes came with a bite. To survive she had to take, not to wait for things to fall perfectly into place. Waiting to be given a home, waiting to be rescued.

Arcana was long gone, and there was no time for her to be the shaking and terrified whelp, running scared. Steeling her nerves, she pushed forward, and took from the land that tried so hard to take from her. She found herself again, and would find survival with only the like-minded. She needed not the handouts of a horrid beast, but the familiarity of her kind. Fae would take her hurt, her anger, and begin again. She'd use that fire.

She'd search for them, call out to them in the early morning to the dead of night. Foxes, familiar and new.

Come to me.

Strangers. Arcanans. They did it all wrong. We are strongest together, but only if we fight like foxes.


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  faint of heart [Kieran]
Posted by: Wisteria - November 05, 2017, 09:48:14 PM - Replies (1)


speech thoughts

A petite figure made her way, unknowingly, towards Inaria.

It was getting cold, the first winter she'd experienced since the one she'd been born in. It was early morning, and the fog was thick, so thick that she could hardly see through it. She shivered against a chilled wind, breath coming out in a visible sigh in front of her. She would need to find shelter soon, but... she had to find food, first. Her attempts at hunting had been fruitless endeavors, too loud and too brightly colored to be of any real talent at it. If only her mother had taught her, maybe she'd have a chance...

Her mother had not taught her, though, and she'd disappeared with no trace one morning, not unlike the misty one she now traveled. She didn't know a lot of things, honestly.

For example, she knew nothing of borders, or packs, or pack land. She'd been taught to be wary of strangers--and she was, so much so that she sometimes jumped at her own shadow--but she had never learned that there were large groups of other wolves, that there were scent markers to look out for and turn back when you found. So she crossed the border, interest piqued by the pretty, purple-flowering trees of Inaria.

It was pure coincidence and nothing more that she hadn't run into a guard on her way through. Just as snow began to fall softly, her vision suddenly swam. She stopped in her tracks, shaking her head to try to clear it and only succeeding in making herself even more dizzy. Her stomach growled, loud, and Wisteria's brow furrowed in concern.

A figure appeared through the light snow. "H-hello...?" She barely managed to meekly get out before collapsing.

She really should've eaten something.




ooc: She just has low blood sugar, no worries!! She is trespassing, though not intentionally by any means, but if she has to face some consequences that's fine! She's roughly a year old in this thread, since her profile doesn't state her age. If any alphas want to join for any reason, feel free!

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  Falling in line (Canaan)
Posted by: Karma - November 05, 2017, 09:35:53 PM - Replies (2)

Slowly, but surely Karma could feel her mind slowly changing. Not a lot, she still loved her games, flirting with everyone and teasing. Although, her beliefs were changing. She's been locked in the temple for a couple of days? Weeks? Karma couldn't really remember, all she knew was that those annoying priests were starting to get into her head. Their words of gods and faith running rampid through her mind. Like a song that she couldn't get rid of, that was stuck on repeat. Nothing able to get the lyrics of life out of her life, her mind refusing to let it's grip loosen it's hold.

She was beginning to believe in something that she once thought was just a childs story.

Bright Jade colored eyes stared lazily into the water as it flowed by. Today, Karma lazed her day away by a stream. Her baby sitter not far off keeping an eye on her. She's been good, she's always good, but she's been slowly but surely molding, or well memorizing the termonology that's being used in this pack. Picking up little things here and there after every session with a priest. She blinked as a leaf fell into the water. The waves in the water matching what she was thinking, or at least how her brain waves were acting. Every new piece of information slowly repeating it's self in her head over and over again.

Slowly, Karma closed her eyes and stuck her nose up in the air as a cool gust blew by. Fall was here, finally fighting off the warm wind of winter. The cool refreshing scent of dyeing leaves filling her nose and tickling as it registered in her mond. As well as the, wait, was that a new scent? 
Opening her eyes, Karma looked around herself as she tried to find who owned that scent. Then looked behind herself and jumped a little as she saw a wolf she's not met yet coming her way.

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  harvest moon
Posted by: Maera - November 05, 2017, 07:52:18 PM - Replies (4)

precedes red wine



It was always bittersweet to let go of his season, to watch as Summer cools off and eases into Autumn, but wasn't that appropriate? He always was a hot head, and Andruil never seemed to boil, and took everything he gave with a grain of salt. Perhaps it was because he had taken her tail- beautiful as it was on her, it never lost its lustre when given to his then-wife, Calista.

The only shame he felt over the matter was that he'd buried it along with Cally and their dead children. He had been given heirs, and in the Winter season beyond the fringe, they were taken from him. Not that it was Damascus' fault, but Theros Zephyrus never forgave his cohort for leading the season that doomed his lineage. It was why, from then on, the elder wolf painted a target on Andruil's pretty face. To take from Cheimon what was taken from him.

There was no way to console Zephyrus otherwise. Sol'shira had tried, perhaps not intentionally, by introducing her elderly mother to him. If it hadn't been for his grief, perhaps the woman would have stayed, but even she couldn't break his mind of revenge and left him for a kinder, more gentle wolf.

So here he is, still a mess over his loss, but finding solace in the midday Sun while approaching Andruil, who sat as perfect as a stone beneath an aging tree.

"Andruil-" he hums, his voice rough as gravel and his red eyes brighter as he sees her. "How fitting to find you surrounded by scattered leaves. Your season is beginning, and mine has ended.. and I promised you, once it did, I'd come see you."

She knew why.

She'd known for months he would collect his debt, and she knew he was no friend to being told 'no'. He hoped she missed her tail as much as he did. He hoped he wouldn't have to take more to get his point across.

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  calm after the storm [sappara]
Posted by: Greyblues - November 05, 2017, 05:16:53 PM - Replies (2)

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#0093af
song 1 + song 2
Leviathan first hid in the deep where her children sleep
She kept them hidden from the plague



Sometimes people need you, though. Even when they don't admit it.

The light patter of rain filled the quiet of the highlands, a cold had washed over it and somewhere children were tucked in quietly next to their father. Their muffled whines silenced by a kiss to each of their heads. A shaggy furred boy sat in an open field, a grimace upon his tired face, soaked to the bone and yet he still didn't move. A boy with one lone golden eye and fur as white as snow watched over the bluffs at the ocean below and prayed for rain to wash everything away.

Within the deep the Leviathan stirred, breathing out deep sea bubbles and humming whale songs. Her children close to her side. 

And once upon a time there was a family that lived within a cruel jungle, and that cruel jungle broke them apart. Children were left teary eyed and defenseless, their mother had died.

She lay unmoving, surrounded by the roots of the giant tree, rain water trickling in to splash gently upon her nose and yet she still lay there motionless, but with eyes open and glazed over. Few were ever permitted within her room, her prison, and those that were left as quickly as they entered. An icy fire burning with the blue woman's chest, this would be her final chapter. Sappara would die among these roots, away from the eyes of this pack... of her own children. 

Alone, in the cold dark. The sound of far off waves rang in her ears, a soothing sound that lulled her into what felt like a trance-like sleep. It had always been her one escape.

A warm breeze and a sudden burst of light, eyes would flutter open to be greeted by a hazy sunny field, crickets chirped in the tall grass and birds sang their little songs. There it was again the sound of waves, but the field was so vast that and it seemed like the sound was coming from every direction. The blue female blinked, ears perking up as she saw that she wasn't alone in this open expanse. 

A large figure sat among the tall grass, unmoving and colors dulled by the brightness of the sun, the woman took an uncertain few steps forward. Coming to rest behind the other, her mind forming the question, but her mouth ran dry. "I can't seem to find anyone today, it's been very quiet." The larger woman said, turning her head slightly so that the bare outline of her scarred brow could be seen.

"Sappara, dear, can you hear it? The ocean?"


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  run, run, lost boy
Posted by: Luke - November 05, 2017, 02:04:32 PM - Replies (5)


speech thoughts

Little paws carried a little person hesitantly through the jungle. It was dark, and hard to see, and he had no idea where he was going in the first place. He didn't know how to track or scent or even catch his own food--this was only his first time out of the den, after all. But Mama was late! She always came back when it was dark... or, well, darker. But she hadn't come back the whole night, and Luke was really hungry! He was also sort of scared--there were a lot of things out here making noise, and none of them sounded like mama. She'd always told him not to leave without her, but she'd never been gone for this long!

What if something happened and she couldn't come back??? That would be terrible! He had to find her!!!

He wandered for a long time, letting out pitiful little mewling noises, trying to call out to her. She always came when he called, but this time she didn't. No matter how loud he got, no one came for him. Mama was gone. He hoped she wasn't gone like his brothers and sisters--they never came back. Once his voice got hoarse, he stopped calling for her, but it left him feeling a little hopeless.

Luke sat right in the middle of the path he'd been following and stared at his feet. He sniffled. What if Mama never came back too? Then he'd be all alone forever. He didn't want to be alone. Big tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground beneath him. He was a quiet crier, if nothing else, only the occasional sniffle giving any indication that he actually was crying.

A branch snapped nearby and his little head perked up, but not by much. "M-mama?"





ooc: a lil plot approved by Oni!! Alteron's first (dun dun dun???) brainwashed lion bab. he's very young in this thread, probably a little younger than a cub that would be allowed out of the den. the general idea is that he'll grow up thinking he's a wolf and not realizing he's a lion, because he's so young now!

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  all the king's horses [earthquake rescue!]
Posted by: Aeneas - November 05, 2017, 01:29:45 AM - Replies (3)



    Aeneas threaded his way through the tall grasses of the Blooming Fields until he got to the river, one of several that flowed into Lake Deephaven. He liked being near the water; he wasn't that good a swimmer yet, but he was sure he could become one if he practiced. He took a seat on the sandy bank, and looked out across the water with a soft smile. He liked collecting the water-smoothed sticks that sometimes washed ashore. It was as though they held a kind of magic, changed as they were by the river and presented as gifts to its bank. He had a growing collection.

    As he sat and watched, enjoying the breeze, he felt a tremor in the sand. The fur along his spine rose in an uneasy ridge, his instincts telling him something he was not old enough to recognize. Before he could begin to ponder the tremor's source, the whole earth began to shake, convulsing beneath his paws. With a yelp, he was tossed into the rapidly shifting current.

    It was a struggle to find which way was up. His paws churned beneath the surface, his whole body flailing, until finally his muzzle met air. He was able to gulp down a single lungful before being thrust under again, and now he began to feel an icy finger of panic. Water filled his mouth. His shoulder collided with some other current-bound debris, and he frantically tried to grab onto something. His paws scrambled over something wood-- bark? His claws found purchase in the rough grooves, and as the river water surged over his body, he was finally able to poke his nose into the air and gasp.

    In his paws he held the trunk of a tree, another casualty in the earthquake. He could see through blurred vision the wall of roots upended on the shore where the earth had shifted. But it was all he could do to hold on; he dared not try to get closer to the shore. What if he lost his grip and got swept away again? No, he needed help.

    He coughed, sputtering as he forced water from his throat, and was able to give a weak howl. He hoped someone heard it.


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  soft breath, beating heart [Judah]
Posted by: Anamelech - November 05, 2017, 01:00:07 AM - No Replies

OOC: takes place after the war, so spoilers for the Dragon and the Rose.

Anamelech blinked. She felt the mummified half of her face tighten under the layers of bandage. A spot of moisture formed, seeping into the makeshift plaster. Anamelech's skull clamored with the memory of a single fang deliberately, methodically, equally with the calculative and perfunctory precision of a surgeon at work and yet with all the cruelty that a terrible beast such as herself deserved, lancing her eyeball. Her face was torn in two. As time passed, she could pretend that the injury never occurred. She could manage the humility of being forced to bumble about with her depth perception impaired, vulnerable to any infiltration from her left side. Anamelech could convince herself that all would return to normal -- and then, on mornings like this, the pus and humor bubbled from the sutures to stain her solitary protection from the judgment of her adoring believers.

Who is the most beautiful creature in all of Oukoku-Kai? / It is still you, my Rosa.

Anamelech didn't budge from her bed. She remained on her side, pillowed by a towering mess of pelts and ragged cushions. How did Anamelech find such furnishments for her den? Better not to ask. After all, these were heathenistic creations. Without deigning to give her escort a sideways glance, Anamelech beckoned her lone companion closer.

"Judah," instructed Anamelech in a magisterial, lofty tone, as casually as she was requesting breakfast in bed (that was already Roman's forte), "Change my bandages."

Quite simply, she would not tolerate treatment from any other Herbalist. She learned that Judah had some proficiency in herbology, which was to her advantage following her humiliating injury. After discovering that he lent his talents at the infirmary, Anamelech ensured that his skills were invested on a more fulfilling endeavor, by which she meant her own recovery. No one should see how a god bleeds. No one should see how the cornea floods with blood and the eyelid swell purple and ugly, distorting her divine features. Because then, if you prove that you're capable of suffering and bleeding, are you still a God?

Beneath the disaffected demeanor, Anamelech was panicking. She was healing at a slower pace than she anticipated. Her mortality dragged. And if she had been permanently damaged--

She thought of her eye throbbing and gushing sheets of blood, the alien and overwhelming agony. She reflected with horror at Thetis, her pretty perfect doll forever damaged, that shattered face repaired with a single ornamentation. A white rose now bloomed within her ruined eye socket. Thank God for the girl's sense of fashion, because every time Anamelech was forced to lay eyes on the extent of the physical damage inflicted on Thetis's once-flawless visage she fought down the urge to vomit. At least Maverick and Judah were unharmed.

Perhaps Judah should experience some pride in the fact that he was the only one to be entrusted with witnessing his Rosa in a state of duress and, in a way, vulnerability.

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  Gated [Traveler]
Posted by: Amalthea. - November 04, 2017, 08:21:25 PM - Replies (1)

An early riser was something Amalthea would never be accused of being, and yet for some reason the sun had barely begun to rise and her eyes were already opening. This was hardly going to be her day if such a start to it was any indication at all of what was to come, but despite that the girl was well aware that she should go ahead and make her way out of her hidey hole lest this day become just another in a long line of uselessness. And that was the last thing she needed.

No, no, what she needed was a change. Maybe not a big one, at least not at first, but a small one just to start with Thea would muse to herself as she stretched and shook herself out. Yes, that would be today's goal - do something different for once. What exactly she'd do she didn't know yet, but surely something would come up at some point in the day. Probably...maybe? Regardless, for the time being she just had to get moving before sleep called her back and so without really caring where she was going the girl would begin to walk aimlessly about. Eventually she'd end up somewhere and find something to get into and truth be told it really didn't matter all to her right now. (Then again, did it ever really these days?)

It was almost surprising to her, really, that she somehow made her way toward the huge tree within the highlands; someplace she couldn't say she visited particularly often. Amazing to see it may be, and the work that goes on within the same, but Amalthea stayed away from the healing arts far too insecure in her abilities to even consider such a trade. But, she supposed with a shrug and tilt to her head, maybe today she could be use even if it was simply by gathering up some herbs while she explore (not that she'd know what to collect in the first place, but surely someone else could sort through whatever she found and it would still save them time). So sucking in a deep breath to steady herself Amalthea would duck her head just inside the entrance and call out a quick, "Hello?"

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