T x A x L x I x S x A
● Gender // Female ● Age // Three and a Half Years ● Rank // Hunter ● Crush // oooooo ●
● Tags // Everyone, Azriel, Raziel ●
● Tags // Everyone, Azriel, Raziel ●
The snowy female had been focused on clearing her wounds out. Her eyes wide and fearful of the amount of blood that stained her fur. It wasn't just her own. She had tried helping some of the wolves, dragging them as best as her small frame could, but she couldn't drag them to safety before they were brutally slaughtered by the humans. The only reason she was able to make it away from those situations is her small frame was able to move so quickly along the ground, and for her peculiar ability to climb trees. She kept her bright amber eyes focused on the ground as she had just begun unconsciously licking the wound. It hurt like hell and was extremely deep into her, she didn't even know how she managed to be thrown around that badly for it to impale her that much.
Talisa's head snapped around as she jumped a little bit from being startled out of her cleaning daze. She hyperventilated a few times, the fear from the humans and the utter surprise of Azriel had given her a bit more panic. She listened to him carefully, trying to hide the mass amount of glazed fear in her eyes as he spoke to her. "I... I... I don't know..." She said, her voice quiet and shaky. The whole incident reminded her too much of the loss of her sister, the memories of the day flashing through her mind. She only snapped out of the hate filled memories as she felt him attempt to help her clean her wound for a few moments. Her eyes then flashed up towards Raziel who had come back. She nodded a quick, panicked greeting nod to the fae before standing up herself, attempting to hide the shakiness from her legs. Her bright amber eyes that had dulled with the pain, and the sadness overcoming her, had looked over the surviving wolves.
T x H x A x N x A x T x O x S
● Gender // Male ● Age // Four and a Half Years ● Rank // Fighter ● Crush // None ●
● Tags // Everyone, Adryan, Akela, Talisa ●
● Tags // Everyone, Adryan, Akela, Talisa ●
Thanatos was growling. Just in general. It was towards himself, towards his alpha... towards what he had called a pack. It was towards every wolf that didn't try their hardest to escape getting murdered by the idiotic creatures that had kidnapped them- at least the remainder was together. His eyes flashed over to the small white female body laying a ways away, visually shaking from fear. Now why the hell did everyone in this damn pack die except for that waste of a wolf over there. She is completely useless yet shes the damn wolf that survived. He thought before snarling out loud in anger. What ever those things were, it took a hell of a lot out of everyone to fight against them. Luckily, Thanatos had only received one shot of tranquilizer, but it was a much heavier dose due to his sheer size. His back still stung from the shot. Flashing around when he heard a familiar voice he let out a breath. "At least someone useful survived." He said, his tone clearly enraged and ready to snap at any moment.
The large grey and beige wolf listened intently to the question Akela had asked him, pondering it for a moment. "To kill us. To torture us. To break the weak minded wolves that we seemed to call packmates like that mutt over there." He growled using his muzzle to point over his shoulder towards Talisa. His dark eyes flashed around the area. "To leave us here to die." He snarled, his muscular body flexing with each step he took, not feeling the pain in his body anymore. He was completely numb. It was like an adrenaline rush surging throughout him but it was filled with hatred- not excitement. He wasn't excited to get kidnapped, to have his pack that he had begun to tolerate murdered. His fighters had died but a measly scrap of fur that came from the outside had managed to survive. He snarled once more, his anger taking over him. He looked towards Akela, burning hatred clearly swelling in his eyes as he looked over the area.
Thanatos flicked his ears as he heard another common voice. It was Adryan. He looked over her for a moment, seeing the thick branch that had decided to impale her knee. He watched his friend struggle to take out the stick, clearly unable to reach it properly. "Well this will hurt." He spoke, the hostility still heavy in his tone as he moved towards the injured leg of hers, quickly yanking out the object. He licked the wound for a moment, before returning to his stance before, the anger still coursing throughout his veins. "Somewhere." He said, his tone flat. "Somewhere we shouldn't be." He growled, his tone threatening but not towards his group of friends.