Ray
He laid donw next to the pups so they could get warm, He still din't know how he was gonna feed them.
Lawliet
Lawliet nodded in silence, his mood reflected only within his large blue eyes, and limped after his friend. The adult stag that had struck his hind paw had sliced through the skin, albeit not deeply. Regardless, the pain was intense, even for a wolf of his stature. He merely gritted his stained fangs and carried on, the burning trees around him almost invisible as he vainly tried to calm himself down, as his seemingly calm outer image was fading. His eyes had widened dramatically, and he was beginning to breath in fast, shallow gulps for air. Smoke burned his through, and he found his eyes watering, though the large brute wasn't sure whether it was due to his pure fear or perhaps the smoke, he could blame either.
"W-what about Luke?" He spluttered in a panic, finally realizing that the brute was not with them, not that he could seem much at all through the smoke.[/center]
Achilles
"He'll be alright, just keep going!" The brute coughed, noticing Lawliet's limp. Around them, the forest was burning, it filled the air with thick dark smoke. Eyes red and watering, Achilles' thoughts went out to Luke. Hopefully his friend had made it through the fire. After it fades, they would need to go see if they could find Luke. Achilles just hoped that when they found him, that he wouldn't be dead. A burning tree fell to the left of them, causing Achilles' thoughts to snap back to the present time and location. As they ran, the fire began to fade.
Luke
Coughing as he pushed through the trees, his reddened eyes widened in fear, the forest was alight with the flames, and it seemed that he didn't have any way out. Whimpering, he pressed his chest to the ground, staying low to avoid breathing in the smoke. He thought he was going to die, with the trees burning all around him, and the smoke swirling through the air, blocking out the sun. A tear fell from his blue orb. He played out the last few scenes of his life, finding Achilles, hunting the doe by the stream... Wait. His eyes snapped open, the first deer that they had hunted was by a stream, if he could make it there, he could survive. Standing up into the cloud of smoke, he tried desperately to get his bearings straight. The trees and sun would be of no help, he would need to focus on the rocks. Following the path more or less back to where he and Achilles had first encountered Lawliet, he found the large tree that the massive brute had pinned himself against. Turning back to look at where they had pounced from, he was faced with a wall of fire. Biting his lip he jumped, almost all the way over, singeing his fur as it was licked by the flames. He tumbled down the scorched hill only to land in the cool, refreshing water.

















|Sweet Serendipity| wrote:It doesn't matter, thats what you said last time I told you Bertie replied softly
100swimmergirl wrote:
Lawliet
Lawliet nodded in silence, his mood reflected only within his large blue eyes, and limped after his friend. The adult stag that had struck his hind paw had sliced through the skin, albeit not deeply. Regardless, the pain was intense, even for a wolf of his stature. He merely gritted his stained fangs and carried on, the burning trees around him almost invisible as he vainly tried to calm himself down, as his seemingly calm outer image was fading. His eyes had widened dramatically, and he was beginning to breath in fast, shallow gulps for air. Smoke burned his through, and he found his eyes watering, though the large brute wasn't sure whether it was due to his pure fear or perhaps the smoke, he could blame either.
"W-what about Luke?" He spluttered in a panic, finally realizing that the brute was not with them, not that he could seem much at all through the smoke.[/center]
Achilles
"He'll be alright, just keep going!" The brute coughed, noticing Lawliet's limp. Around them, the forest was burning, it filled the air with thick dark smoke. Eyes red and watering, Achilles' thoughts went out to Luke. Hopefully his friend had made it through the fire. After it fades, they would need to go see if they could find Luke. Achilles just hoped that when they found him, that he wouldn't be dead. A burning tree fell to the left of them, causing Achilles' thoughts to snap back to the present time and location. As they ran, the fire began to fade.
Luke
Coughing as he pushed through the trees, his reddened eyes widened in fear, the forest was alight with the flames, and it seemed that he didn't have any way out. Whimpering, he pressed his chest to the ground, staying low to avoid breathing in the smoke. He thought he was going to die, with the trees burning all around him, and the smoke swirling through the air, blocking out the sun. A tear fell from his blue orb. He played out the last few scenes of his life, finding Achilles, hunting the doe by the stream... Wait. His eyes snapped open, the first deer that they had hunted was by a stream, if he could make it there, he could survive. Standing up into the cloud of smoke, he tried desperately to get his bearings straight. The trees and sun would be of no help, he would need to focus on the rocks. Following the path more or less back to where he and Achilles had first encountered Lawliet, he found the large tree that the massive brute had pinned himself against. Turning back to look at where they had pounced from, he was faced with a wall of fire. Biting his lip he jumped, almost all the way over, singeing his fur as it was licked by the flames. He tumbled down the scorched hill only to land in the cool, refreshing water.
Spirit De Luna wrote:Freya
Freya roamed around sniffing for signs of the pack she had heard so much about. When she found the scent she picked up her pace almost into a run. As the scent grew stronger she ran faster and faster not realizing how close she was getting. She skidded to a halt as a brute (Ray) came into view. Cautiously she approached the male with her head held high and tail only up midway.
Drogo
Drogo walked with a purpose as he approached Jerome's Pack. He doubted that they would turn him away. Occasionally a thought would cross his mind on what could happen if they did. He didn't like the idea of them not accepting him. When he got closer to the pack camp he let out a howl allowing them to know his presence and that he meant no harm.
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