Where the Road Parts (Werewolf roleplay) -SemiLit-

[Minimetoo]

(( Accepted. ))

Elijah stopped in his tracks and smiled, shaking his head slowly. Don't worry about me. He turned to face her, the smile fading. I know what I'm doing. This has happened before. Years ago, before most of our pack members were ever here. Strays came into this town and slaughtered everyone that came there way. My father's instant reaction was to start a war. His eyes narrowed at his paws. Keep eye contact, Elijah. He looked up at her sharply, his eyes burning. And the entire pack got killed for it. All that was left were a few pups that the wolves happened to miss. I was one of those pups. A soft snort passed through his nose and he looked back over his shoulder. He couldn't see them anymore, but he could hear that the pups were at full play. They've just started warming up to the place. Why make our home a battleground?

[Darkest.Nation]

(I'm really tired, so please excuse the lack of writing. >.>)

Erinn sulked into the territory, eyeing the members suspiciously. She snorted lightly. The air here smelled much fresher and cleaner than what she was used to -- she liked it. there were so many trees, and the scent of wolves not only in her sight, but around her, was overwhelming.
She dropped her head to the ground, gazing across the grassy and branch-covered ground. She snorted at the scent of young kin in the area. She liked young ones, but once they were able to start walking around, they were a handful.

Dmitri followed Erinn, also taking his time in observing his surroundings. His badger-colored coat stood out from the brown and green foliage, unlike Erinn's honey-colored coat. He lifted his head high, observing his new, foreign surroundings.

Hello? the two asked in unison.

[Kaliyana]

Kalika wanted to roll her eyes, she really did; she wanted to tell him that he didn't know what he was doing at all. But if she did that, then she would be going against her Alpha, which would make her wrong... And when she thought about it for a moment, he wasn't entirely that wrong. Her reasons for wanting to attack the rogues were because her pack had turned against her and killed her father and almost ripped her heart out because they hadn't fought the rouges. His reasons were for wanting to hold back were because the rouges had killed his pack... She sighed, her eyes flashing away while her head turned to the side; baring her neck to him. It was an old thing, something she was sure had probably been lost over the centuries but her father had always used it as a sign of submission.

'I am sorry.' She didn't dare look at him, not wanting to feel the burning in his eyes; she didn't want to disappoint him any further. 'I know that's not going to help anything, or make you feel any better...' Her brow furrowed, and then she decided to try something different. She shifted her eyes back to him, her neck still baring; she probably couldn't turn it away until he had acknowledged that she was trying to be submissive--something that she could only do with an Alpha. She made eye contact, and the continued. 'Tell me what you want me to do. Tell me what to do and I'll do it. I'll do it without a fight.... I'm just not very good at keeping my opinions to myself when it involves my pack.' She sighed, breaking eye contact again. 'And how can I not worry about you? I know you can take care of yourself, but you're my Alpha. I'm gunna worry wither you like it or not.'

[ShadowHunteress]

Damon moved silently, for a fool he could be a great fighter when he wanted to. As soon as he was close enough he lept, his powerful hind legs pushing him forward, right onto the rouge. It snarled at the unknown wolf and the fight was on, Damen focused on it's throat, his teeth snapping sharply as he tried to get purchase on the tender flesh. The rouge tried to throw him off, snapping at his legs and shoulder as he tried to get at the other wolf's throat. Damon let out a truimphant snarl as his teeth found purchase and sank in. He hated that foul, warm coppery taste that leaked into his mouth, but it excited the wolf in him, he shook his head sharply, not letting go until all movement from the other wolf ceased. He let go of it and panted softly, his ears pressed flat against his skull, his muzzled covered in blood. The small bites on his front legs and shoulders bled slightly, but he wasn't too badly injured.


Aurora looked over, her ears pressed back flat when he blew in her ear. She shook her head slightly and listened to him speak about the pups, such admiration and pride, mixed with joy. He truly loved those puppies, and who could blame him, they were so sweet and playful. She looked away from the happy little family, she looked at the woods as she waited for Elijah to come back, although she would never admit it, she admired him, and she very much liked him.

[Darkest.Nation]

Erinn took a confident step forward, making sure Dmitri was following. He was. The two came upon a central area, where they saw a number of wolves and pups. Erinn sniffed the air. The pups smelled like saltwater.

Dmitri let out a deep, low growl, as if to say hello.

[Minimetoo]

Elijah blinked, his head cocking to the side ever so slightly. She came up to him, told him that his plan was wrong, and now she was submitting to him without pressing the issue further? He could've sworn she would put up more of a fight. I just hope on this one that I'm right. He took a small step forward, hesitated, then brushed his muzzle against her exposed neck. He wasn't sure why we did it. It was probably because she felt the same pain he had. They had their own opinions based on what had harmed them in the past. So what was there to do when they were stuck in the middle, this fork in the road? I want you to have fun. Enjoy this... peace that we have while we have it. The black wolf pulled his muzzle back, dropped his gaze, then walked past her.

Oh, and Kalika? He turned his mixmatched blue eyes to her and smiled sadly. If you're right, if the pack turns against me, then I wouldn't blame you all. Just do me a favor and go straight for the kill, okay? He chuckled, then padded back towards the pups and scooped Georgia up in his jaws. He laid down under the same tree he had earlier and set her on his paws. His tongue grazed between her ears, smile in place as he did so, before he woofed softly for Ranger to come. Something didn't feel right. What's going on? He asked as he set his large head on the pup, his ears perked high and waiting for answers.

[Darkest.Nation]

(Oops, I forgot to mention. Thank you! ^^)

Dmitri let out a much deeper, but a tad bit louder, growl. He had no intentions to be aggressive. Erinn contunued to sniff around, and caught the scent of an alpha wolf. Was it male?

[Chaoswolf]

Rory's neck fur bristled. He was aware of Morii beside him. Any rogue they encountered was going down quickly. Too quickly. Damon leapt and Rory dashed around a tree to get a better view. He was tempted to jump in, but Damon had handled it well. More wolves would only get in the way. The fighter wolf could not say that he wasn't impressed by the efficiency of Damon's kill. He only regretted that the rogue appeared to be alone. But was he alone? Rory slowly moved forward, surveying the area, searching the shadows. He wasn't just going to drop his guard because they had one down. He started moving quicker, in a semi circle around the scene. 'Another!' he barked sharply, seeing a large shadow move between two trees. It was fleeing, and he wasn't quite prepared to let it go. He dashed after it, not really caring who followed and who didn't.

[OneSmartChicken]

She shot forward as the sounds of a fight rose up through the trees. Teeth clashing. Snarls ripping through wolf throats. And--blood. Morii gnashed her teeth, fury boiling in her veins. Blood. The worst smell in the world. Even her wolf hated the smell of blood, at least when it came from not-prey. It enraged her, rather than repulsed her. It set her fur on end, but she didn't interfere with the fight, no matter how badly she wanted to. Instead she stood just a yard or so away, head lowered, fur extended, and teeth bared. But silent. Morii was the hunter who gave no warning. She had fought too many battles with only the essence of surprise and sheer stubborn willpower on her side to not be a silent killer.

As Damon put his opponent down, she stalked forward, giving the dead mutt a sniff before rubbing her head against Damon's. He was alive. That was good. Rory's bark had her spinning about, and then she was off, sprinting through the trees after the other rogue. The wolf heard her alpha's question, and she bared her teeth in a feral grin. Rogues. Rory and Damon and Riley-- the 'words' were mostly images, feelings and scents; the rogue was a scraggly, feral mutt on the streets, taken straight out of one of her memories; the boys were seen as their wolves, a whole conglomeration of images from the time she'd met them. The way her wolf saw them, with only a few flashes of human faces. and I. Got them. Report back after.

Then she huffed and shot ahead of Rory, tongue lolling out of the corner of her mouth as she panted with exertion, paws pounding the earth as she raced ahead of not only her packmate but the rogue. She skidded, sending up a shower of dead leaves and dirt, and interposed herself directly in the mutt's path. Her sides heaved, but she knew she wouldn't be beat by some mangy rogue. So she lowered her head, hunching her shoulders, like a buffalo protecting the herd.

Evans snickered, gratified by her reaction to being blown on. His tail waved and he gave her a lopsided grin. I know. I'm an idiot. But I'm as loveable as a teddy bear. His head bobbed with a wolfish laugh as he watched Elijah's return. He kept his worry for the alpha to himself, grateful to the pups for being able to comfort their alpha when he could only stand and be silent support. And he wasn't even beta--not that he minded, but still. He'd have liked to be able to ask Elijah to tell him his worries. Oh well.

Georgia, after a token wiggle and protesting whine, when limp in Elijah's jaws. She plopped herself gracelessly down on his paws and stared up at him, then she dipped her head and wagged her tail furiously as Alpha licked her. Alpha! Alpha! Alpha! Pack! Pack! Pack! Happiness thrummed through her, and she barked happily as Ranger padded over to join them at Elijah's call. He whine-growled as Elijah laid his head on Georgia, then let out a sulky little grumble before squeezing himself in between Georgia and Alpha. When she squealed indignantly at him, he stuck out his tongue. Taunting each other with quiet little noises, they curled up against Elijah and each other, blissfully unaware that anything might be wrong.

[ShadowHunteress]

Damon ran after her, 'Yeah, what she said, one is dead and we are going after another, we got it under control, don't worry, we won't get caught Alpha.' he said, his voice happy as he sprinted, his tail wagged, enjoying being able to protect the pack, he noticed the others were the same, they were all determined to protect the pack, not matter what the cost. He sniffed the air for any other rouges as he ran with them.


Aurora didn't looked at him, she sighed softly and decided not to bother Elijah. She would have to deal with her own problems, she wasn't sure where she would stay, but she didn't think she could go home after what he had said. She sighed, she would have to go home anyway. She rested her head on her paws and watched it silently, she looked at the puppies and wondered what was going on, she only caught a faint glimpse of waht was being sent to Elijah.