Name: Drogo
Pack: Anubis
Rank: Alpha
Tags: Pack gathered in camp
Flashes of lightning lit the way for the black wolf as he marched towards the river. He didn't need the lightning to see, though it helped the large wolf to blend into his surroundings. With every bright light streaking across the land the shadows danced around making the wolf look like nothing more than another shadow. The only thing to give him away was the glow of his yellow eyes. Drogo could hear the silent pads of wolves following behind him. It brought a smile to his face. War was finally upon them, and the alpha was certain of their victory. The sound of the rushing river grew louder and louder with each step they advanced. The rain was making it more difficult to see, but Drogo knew where he was going. Eventually, the fallen tree crossing the river came into view. He paused and looked back to his pack and nodded. "Let's go make the god's proud." His voice was barely heard over the howling wind and rushing water, but he knew they would understand. "I'm not interested in prisoners, but if a female wants to live among us she has the opportunity I suppose." As much as bringing any of the weaker wolves into their ranks disgusted him, Drogo knew that they needed more females to carry on bloodlines. He gave one last nod before tenderly stepping onto the slippery tree and slowly beginning his crossing to war.
Name: Azoreth
Pack: None
Rank: Loner
Tags: Open
The lightning cracked through the sky, lighting the small den Azoreth had dug for himself. The thunder boomed causing his head to ring. The male had always hated storms. They brought headaches. "Oh well, guess I didn't want to sleep anyways." He mused to himself. Among the sounds of the storm, Azoreth could hear distant howls. Some came from the west, while others came from the east. A smirk spread on his face as the male stretched and stared out of the dens opening. "Seems others are restless tonight as well." The battle scarred timber wolf chuckled at the thought of the packs calling their own in. He had found amusement these last few months by watching the two packs battle tirelessly with each other. Neither really seemed to benefit from the wars, but they both suffered. That was fine by Azo. The more the packs warred, the less weak wolves survived. "Only the strong survive." Another flash of lightning streaked across the blackened background. Shadows of trees danced on the ground. And Azoreth waited patiently.
Name: Ira
Pack: Blackblood
Rank: Warrior
Tags: Comet
The huntress' question took Ira by surprise. She stopped walking for a brief moment and looked at the female with both confusion and disgust. To die in battle for one's pack would be honorable, so sure it would be painful, but it would be worth it. She scoffed and began walking again. "We all die. How and when depends on us. If you fear it, then you may as already be dead. Because what is the point of living if you are just going to live in fear." The warrior was back to her usual harsh self at this point. She looked forward to dying for her pack, so the thought of it ever being painful never really crossed her mind. She was a great warrior after all. Pain was an everyday thing for her.
Name: Alec
Pack: Blackblood
Rank: Hunter
Tags: Open in camp
Thunder boomed and shook the land causing Alec to stir restlessly in his sleep. He groaned and scrunched his eyes tighter hoping to fall back into a blissful sleep. The rain was coming down harder now and pelting the hunter in the face. With a sigh he opened his eyes and looked around to the few wolves still standing out in the storm. At least he wasn't the only one not taking shelter in the dens. Though, he had had enough of it now. Alec stood and shook the water from his now soaked fur sending large splotches of water flying in every direction. It did little good. Slowly he made his way towards the hunter's den. He had to dry off and rid of the cold that chilled him to the bone.