-----⊙ A S H I S H I S H E ⊙
-----“ And the crow once called♂| Crow | 2,5y | Anubis Warrior | Crush: - | Status: Hungry| With: Pack
---------the Raven Black.
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- The dark coloured wolf lifted his head, ears twitching as a snort left his muzzle, eyes locked upon the commotion that began stirring right in the middle of camp. In all honesty, Crow couldn’t exactly care less. He was eager for a war, desperate almost… to prove his worth once more, to sink fangs into the hide of any wolves that dared to cross his path… and yet… he could see where Kotori was coming from, what the albino actually meant… and in all honesty, it was easy to put two plus two in there, wasn’t it?
To have Dante go against the alpha, to have this very newly crowned beta agree with such stupidity… - Well, well, Ghost-Wolf, seems like you’re outnumbered there, hum? Have the Gods forsaken you and began talking to the alpha instead? - He snickered, laying comfortably down. - Fae, you should show more respect when talking to your alpha, y’know? - He stretched a hind paw, itching the back of his ear with it. Crow lifted his eyes towards the sky a few moments later, a frown crossing his features for a moment. - Oi, sir… will that bridge of yours hold up the river? - He questioned, a few moments later.
Water was, apparently, on their way.
K O T O R I ▲ W A N A G E E S K A
“What is dead may never die,♂| Kot | 2y | Anubis Healer | Crush: - | Status: curious | With: Kaiser
But raises again, harder and stronger.
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- The albino male barely shifted his stance as Suki joined him, and yet… things went nowhere, didn’t them? He snarled, snapping his jaws at the warrior’s words before staring back at Drogo, his eyes darting desperately towards Dante… There… was no help coming from anyone really, was there? - The gods? - A warning rang within his usually low voice, tension spreading over his shoulders. - You were hallucinating. You still are… you have lost it entirely, Drogo. - He backed up, tucking his tail between his legs, though his chin was held up. - You’re going to kill this pack…
- And I’ll be here waiting to pick up the pieces... - A cloud of pain covered his eyes for a moment, as he finally shook his head in defeat. - … if any of you come back. - He completed, backing up towards the depths of his den and the safety of his herbs. He should have slipped Drogo more poppyseeds, he knew that now… and maybe then, just maybe, the possibility of still having a pack within the next morning would be there. On his mind, right now and right then, the only thing that crossed the dead-looking wolf’s mind was the fact that the one probably left behind from this war…
Would be a Ghost.
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