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[SunsetPatches]

((wow long reply accidentally happened
oh well :D))

❀ R O S E ❀

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Her heart gave a little leap at Ranger’s words, and the look in his eyes as he gave her a charming smile, and she quickly busied her paws in following him as he began to trot towards the tree. He looked back at her a few times, and each time the butterflies in her stomach gave a little flutter, and a little shy smile began to work its way onto her muzzle. Rose wasn’t usually nearly as shy around the other pups, especially the boys as she was more friends with them than the girls, but there was something about Ranger that made her want to grin and be shy and embrace him and talk to him and run away, all at the same time. She took the grinning action, looking up at him as he made a funny little cough, and asked her what elderberry was good for. Rose let a little laugh escape. Who knew what could come out of this brute’s mouth? He did seem a lot better at this than she was…
Focus, Rose. Mind on the job.
Well, she began, both the flowers and the fruit itself can be used to treat coughs and flu, and sometimes fever, although it can sometimes be a problem, because the berries themselves are poisonous in their natural state. The usual practice is to leave them out in the sun until all of the poison has been leached out of them, and then eat it as a kind of thick sauce, but it’s a lot of work to have to worry about. That’s why we usually just use thyme, but the thyme we have is starting to lose its potency, and elderberry keeps for longer.
As she started talking, she started to feel a little bit more normal, and took a deep breath, trying to ignore his scent that she could practically taste… She tried to move on, saying, I didn’t know you were so interested in herbs, Ranger. She smiled at him, a little intrigued that he’d be so curious. Maybe he was just trying to make conversation, but she’d assumed that her nattering on about herbs would be… well, boring, especially for the young brute who was obviously destined for something bigger. Although… a little feeling told her that maybe it wasn’t so much the herbs he was interested in. That she understood; she felt like she could listen to Ranger talk about anything - fighting, hunting, the way the grass grew … Heck, she she was sure his charming voice could make dirt interesting for hours on end. And… she’d gotten distracted again. At least her paws had found their way over the ground with no stumbles when she wasn’t paying attention.
Now that she could see the big, arching tree up close, she could see the bluish, dark berries from the ground, and even though they were a little high in the tree for her, she reckoned she could reach them. As she scanned the forest floor for something she could use as a step hidden under the deep orange leaves, her eyes caught on the little purple blooms of the ivy plant that snaked around the base of the tree. She smiled, a little huff of disbelief snorting its way out of her nose. How perfect. Maybe she could finally say what she wanted to say…
Gathering her courage, she bent forward and plucked a little length of the ivy, complete with flowers, free from the tree, before turning back to Ranger.
This is ivy, she woofed softly, her voice sounding strangely small as she placed it on the floor in front of Ranger, and looked up into the brute’s eyes. It’s good for stomach upsets and headaches, and, she said as a warm blush of red came back to her cheeks, it’s a symbol… for friendship. She looked down at the ground, a little nervous, but finally her green eyes found Ranger’s again and she found a trace of calm in his hazel eyes. She huffed out a little breath as she tried to put what she wanted to say into words.
Um… I guess, and I’m sorry for going all serious on you here, but I guess I just wanted to say that I wish I’d spent more time with you and the rest of the pack lately. After Don- her voice hitched strangely as she said his name, and she realised that she was close to tears.She made herself continue, fearing that there might not be another chance to say what she wanted to say. After he passed on, I felt really lonely, and… I just wanted to say thank you for all the times you’ve been there for me. You didn’t have to, but it means a lot to me, and I just wanted to tell you that I appreciate it. She tried to stop the tears that began to well up at the memory of how stupid she’d been, for not taking the time she’d had with her father while he was still here, and for how stupid she’d been lately. She’d had friends like Ranger right here the whole time, and she’d stubbornly refused to confide in them, preferring her own dark and lonely patch of forest. She could have been feeling this happy all along… A little tear rolled over and splashed onto her cheek.
She tried to stay in the moment, and gazed up into Ranger’s brown eyes. She wished that she could just say what she really meant, but she hoped that he’d understand.

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[Bolt1784]

❥ ℐʀιηιｔｙ
|♚| ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ |♚| 5 мσηтнѕ ᴏʟᴅ |♚| ᴘɪᴛʙᴜʟʟ ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴇ |♚| ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ |♚| 200 |♚|
"тнє ¢няιѕтιαη gσ∂нєα∂ αѕ σηє gσ∂ ιη тняєє ρєяѕσηѕ: ƒαтнєя, ѕση, αη∂ нσℓу ѕριяιт."
family; lavender ⚬ rose ⚬ icarus ⚬ redemption ⚬ armageddon

Trinity listened to Barrett with a small smile gracing her white and cream muzzle, her hot chocolate eyes following the other puppy's movements. She noticed his limp, and she found herself looking to the pup's cast sympathetically. Being brave didn't make you stupid. In fact, she thought back to her deceased father, feeling slightly offended by Barrett's choice of words in that respect. But she quickly forgot about that little sparklet of hostility as Barrett continued, realising that she had more in common with this puppy than she orginally thought to consider. Following the brown wolf mix with a ghost of a smile, Trinity started off in a graceful trot, purposely picking her paws up so as not to get them dirty with disgusting mud or dust. "Fun? Does it involve getting dirty?" She asked with a horrified voice, but suddenly she froze next to Barrett and stared at him in shock, with a bright red blush over her golden face. She realised that what she had said could be taken in a...Different way. "T-That's not what I meant!" She suddenly blurted out, taking a step back and holding one paw off the floor as if to dart away.

[Lothlórien]

{@Sunset:-Well since I am going to be making a new thread for the Next Generation you should probably wait to post Saffron's forum. Some of The Phantom pack will come in here in moment, but it will be older pack members and not the newer ones, who will be in The Next Geeration. Also I LOVE long posts, gives me something to respond to.

@EVERYONE:-How many, if any, of you want to have dogs in The Phantom pack. I am only going to have 12 dogs in the pack 6 males and 6 females, 2 females are already taken. Let me know so I can reserve a spot for you.}

R a n g e r
T h e W i s e

Male•4 1/2 Months•Parents-Mav & Blaze•Siblings-Ace & Bandit•No Crush•Word Count:-822

The young brute listened to Rose as she talked about Elderberry with ease, there was no denying that Rose knew her herbs like the back of her paw. He was surprised though to learn the berries were poisonous unless dried. He tucked that bit of information away should he need it later. He watched Rose and as she spoke she seemed to relax and Ranger felt another smile curve his lips. The wind blew and Rose's soft spice like scent blew his way, but on the slight breeze was another scent one he had not smelled before. One he wasn't sure was friendly or not. The wind changed where it was blowing and he no longer smelled the scent, he looked around but saw nothing, so he turned back to Rose. He wasn't sure if she had asked him something but she didn't seem to want an answer, so he just looked up at the berries that were high on the tree branches. Perhaps if they were fully grown they would be able to reach the berries with ease, but being young it wouldn't be so easy. His eyes scanned the area for something he could use, anything he could use to reach the lowest branch. His eyes landed on an over turned log and an idea came to life in his mind like the sun peaking through the trees. Why not roll the log down to the tree? It shouldn't be too hard and it would provide the perfect step. He turned to Rose to see what she thought only to find her pulling away at some blue ivy and it's flowers. He tilted his head as she walked over to him. Hadn't they come for Elderberries? Although he had to admit that she did look rather pretty with the ivy flower near her. The bluish color of the leaves contrasted nicely with her pelt. Ranger quickly banished the thought and instead focused on the ivy as Rose started speaking. Who would have known ivy was so important. He touched one of the leaves with his paw and smiled a little. Then as Rose said the last words his head came up and his eyes met hers. A symbol of friendship. He had hoped they were still friends, they had enjoyed a few talks together but mostly Rose had hid herself away from everyone. He listened to her words and his heart felt saddened for her as he saw the tears come to her eyes at the mention of Don, at the mention of how she never really hung around the pack. He couldn't explain the feeling, no, the need he suddenly had to comfort her and make her hurts into smiles. The feeling was altogether new, strange and a little scary, but he let it guide him. He stepped a little closer to her and nuzzled her softly before licking away her tear. He suddenly felt older, but in a good way, more mature and ready with what he hoped were the right words. Ranger was never good at saying the right things when it came to Rose, but maybe he could manage this time. "Losing your father was hard on all of us, he was a great member of the pack and will always be remembered as one. I don't blame you for wanting to be alone for a time, I would have wanted the same thing. We all hurt in different ways, some of us like to be alone, some of us want to be with all our friends, some of us like to forget, some of us like to remember and some of us like to talk about it." He looked at his paws a moment then at her. "I sometimes think I could have tried harder to help you with the loss of your father, but maybe you needed to heal on your own. I guess what I am trying to say is you shouldn't be hard on yourself just because you needed some time to heal, any true friend would understand that you needed time alone." Ranger looked at Rose a moment longer hoping he could make her feel better, hoping that he had said the right things, hoping he had made some sense. "Your are my best friend Rose, and I will always be here for you." He smiled at her letting the moment last just a second longer before he looked toward the log again. "Now, how about we work on getting these Elderberries down. I have had a thought, an idea, on how we can get them." He glanced at Rose. "How about we roll that log down here and if that isn't tall enough you can just stand on me." He said with a wink and smile hoping to get a smile out of her. Had he changed the topic to soon? He hoped not but it was to late now.

R E M I N G T O N
T H E H U N T E R

Male•5 Years•Mate-Echo•Pups-Pistol, Gunner, Ruger & Hope•Word Count:-383

Remington watched the sky as a few birds flew over the barn, it had grown grey with rain clouds a breeze blew the leaves off the trees sending them flittering to the ground. The aussie laid his head on his paws and watched the woods. Barrett and Trinity had just walked to the other side of the barn, he felt sure they would be safe there, no one was back from the patrols or hunting parties so he let out a sigh. Then at the edge of the woods he saw something, something that looked like another dog, the scent of it came to his nose of the breeze and a growl rose in his throat. This dog was not from here, it was a rouge, a stray. A second dog seemed to come out of no where but then the leaves blew and when they settled the dogs had vanished. Knowing he had not just been seeing things he got up and walked up to the woods. He couldn't smell the dogs anymore, how was that possible? He growled again as a shadow of a dog was just ahead on the deer trail. He trotted forward but stopped when the dog was gone again, like a ghost. He walked further and then the dog came again, the other behind it. Remi growled and the dogs growled back. Then like a swift gust of wind the lunged for him. Remi fought back easily wounding one dog and sending it running. The other was tougher and the two dogs rolled and fought deep into the territory. After but a few minutes the dog was bleeding badly. Remi growled and gave the dog another bit of the neck before it scampered away. But the dog had done it's toll as well, Remi felt the blood trickling down his leg and he knew, he knew he wasn't going to make it back to the barn. At least he had made up with Echo before this happened, at least his pups would have a pack to help them through this. He only regretted he would not be able to tell Maverick about the Phantom Dogs. Remi laid down and closed his eyes thinking of his family. With his last breath there was a smile on his face.

[RIP Remi]

Amber & Tom

Amber nearly growled as this strange dog mentioned William. Then Amber looked to her owner and gave a low whine before running back through the woods to the house.

Tom watched as Amber left and then he smiled at Lucky. "You remember me boy? You were just a young dog when I left the Lab, not even a year old." Tom rubbed Lucky's head. "It's nice to see you escaped that place."

Amber came back then carrying a sort of bag. She laid it by Tom and smiled at Lucky. "Watch this." She said as Tom took some things out of the bag. He placed a sort of wire on Amber's collar and then on some headphones before placing the headphones in his ears. "Alright Amber, you do all the talking and I will listen." Tom said. Amber gave a low bark and then repeated in her thoughts all lucky had told her. Tom looked at Lucky with sad eyes. So this was he dog William had chosen to be his main project. "Don't you worry boy we can fix you up. Amber here was righty the same as you where, now she's good as new aren't ya girl? But there risk my friend, big risks and you better decide with your family if you want to take them" Amber looked with sad eyes at Lucky but then turned away. Tom took the wire off. "Bring him to the house Amber." He said as he walked that way.

"My human is right, there are many risks, and since you have a family it will be much harder to decide. For Tom can fix you, but it will be at a great cost, you need to decide if your family can handle that cost." Amber walked up the porch steps and into the house hoping Lucky would fallow. "We can fix you, but you will lose all memories up until the day you were made into a, as you said, monster." Amber sat down her fluffy tail around her legs. "So you want to do it now?" Amber glanced at Tom as he got some things ready on a table.

[Quitting1015]

I WANT A FEMALE, AND A MALE!!!

[Quitting1015]

Echo knew something wasn`t right. She raced back to the barn, seeing Remi laying there. "No!" She cried. She ran over to him, crying her eyes out. "Tell me your playing! Remington!! You can`t leave me!" She cried. She laid beside him, crying and burying her head in his limb body. "I love you Remi." She said. She was dieing inside. She had already lost a few of her loved ones, and now, she was pregnant, and had lost her mate. "I didn`t even get to say goodbye...." She wanted to die. She looked around. "HELP!!" She cried, her cheeks soaking wet from the tears. Soon, Pistol had come.

[pastel.bun]

{ Hehe yeah these next pages are all going to be setting up for The Next Generation
And I'm sorry to say that I saw Remi's death coming. }

♣ Lucky ♣
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♣ [ ] Goofy [ ] ♣ [X] "Normal" [X] ♣ [ ] Mean [ ] ♣
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Lucky looked at Amber, seeing that she held a dislike for William as well. 'Maybe I really am among friends here.' He thought, and looked to the human curiously. Something was faintly familiar about him, but hardly enough to place his face and voice. Yet, Tom remembered him well enough. He felt growing confusion, and as Amber came back with a mysterious bag it was only heightened. He watched the strange exchange of information, intrigued now. What else could this scientist do? And now, the human was giving him a sad look. But the confusion cleared immediately with the next sentence, replaced by hope. Risks? If it was only his life on the line, he'd risk it. There was no life for him at all without Annie. Yet why was Amber giving him that sad look? "I'm sure it can't be that bad..." He started to say as he followed Amber, the grave mood making him feel uneasy. But as she explained what the cost was, he stopped dead at the base of the porch. "My...My memories?" He repeated, the little blossom of hope withering. That wouldn't be much better. He wouldn't remember who Annie was! Would he love her again? What if he didn't? What about the pups? Would he risk not remembering his family, but they would be safe, or would he risk remembering them and the love he held for Annie, yet live with the knowledge that he could kill her and their children at any time? Lucky looked away from the husky. "Do I..... Do I have to decide now?" He asked, looking back up to her. "I'd.... I would really like to talk with Annie before I..." He looked to the table that Tom was at and gulped. "Before I do anything drastic." He looked back over his shoulder at the direction he had come. He was fairly sure that he had ran in a straight line.... He could get back, right? And he could find this place again if he needed to.... But would Annie even want him back? 'You're being ridiculous.... She's probably worried sick about you.' The thought only made his heart sink heavier. There were so many questions, yet something inside him beyond Goofy and Chico was telling him that this was his only chance. His family's only chance....

[SunsetPatches]

((RIP Remi.))

❀ R O S E ❀

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A wave of wonder and warmth began to pool in Rose’s belly at Ranger’s soft nuzzle, and even as he licked away her tear, she almost wanted to cry again at how kind and generous and sweet he was, and at how happy and at peace his words made her. A soft little smile came to her face at how lucky she was. He’s the leader’s son. He could have chosen anyone to talk to, and he doesn’t have to care about anyone. But he chose me. He cares about me. She vowed never to forget it again, to hold the truth like a little, soft pearl of gold inside her for when times weren’t as lovely as these. She wasn’t alone, and that was all that mattered.
Thank you, Ranger, she said softly, the words sounding paltry and meaningless as she tried to convey the swell of emotion that she held within her. I mean it. If there’s ever anything at all that I can help you with, I’m all ears and all paws. Her countenance softened as she woofed quietly, You’re my best friend, too.
She felt like she was surrounded by a warm, golden glow of happiness, and although it was a little abrupt, the ending of the moment was still bittersweet. Even though Rose wished they could have kept on talking, and that she could keep this moment forever as it was, but she was somewhat relieved that it was over, and now they could move on and start to function again. Besides, she felt rude to have burdened him with so much so suddenly, and the two pups needed to play and laugh and act their age again.
Not to mention that his little winking smile had conjured a little flurry of happy jitters inside her belly. She’d stopped worrying and wondering about why she felt this way around Ranger; it felt a little more natural now, and she couldn’t stop a grin resurfacing, completely changing her features and lighting up the green tints in her eyes. Now that the weight of grief and guilt had been somewhat lifted off her back, she could truly smile again, and she was taking full advantage.
After he pointed it out, she could see the log sticking out of the autumn leaves, and she laughed as he joked again to lighten up the atmosphere. That’s if I don’t squash you, she quipped in reply, and set off towards the log. Peering at it up close, she could see that it hadn’t been there for long, as it sat on top of the ground, instead of in it, and didn’t have much dirt anchoring it to the ground. This shouldn’t be too hard, she said, glancing back at Ranger. Only with your help though, she added, her tone shifting to a playful, slightly flirtatious one. She liked this, just hanging around with Ranger. They didn’t have to talk about their emotions all the time.
She scraped away at the bottom of the log with her paw, and once she was satisfied, she crouched behind it, sticking her nose under it, ready to push. Ready, Ranger? she asked.

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[Lothlórien]

{@Speechless:-Yeah, I figured everyone saw that coming since I warned you all earlier.
Also I have the perfect idea and plot for Annie & Lucky's other girl, I even finally found a name I like, as long as you don't mind playing Lannie?
I will reply in a little bit everyone.}

[kuromi.]

(( recap? C: ))

[Bolt1784]

(( Long post up ahead guys, I worked pretty hard on this baby. ♥ Rest in peace Remi, now
you can run free with Don, Sox, Delilah and Banjo. ^-^

@ Mullane: Remington has just died </3 , and the puppies are out with Checkers,
Maverick and Lavender in little groups. ))

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"Tʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ sᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sᴀᴠᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ sɪɴ, ᴇʀʀᴏʀ, ᴏʀ ᴇᴠɪʟ"
family; lavender ⚬ rose ⚬ icarus ⚬ trinity ⚬ armageddon

Death is eldritch, austere, cold. Yet welcoming, accepted. It draws you nearer into it's calignous clutch, dallying patiently and purposely for you to vaccilate, for you to show that one sharp hint of enervation and trepidation that serves as a sufficient interstice to its inexorable presence. And once the quietus arrives in your dying soul, there will be no second chance, no chance for redemption or for reconciliation. For once you are gone, nothing will, nothing can, ever bring you back. We are appointed to expire, to die, and we keep our appointment. Fate cannot be fortuitously changed or rearranged, for it is the substance of our lives that was premeditated, before birth and before our souls and hearts were woven by the wires of the state that we call 'life'.

It had only been weeks ago when the young fighter lost his father. The father that he had not ever spent enough time with, the fighter that fought battle after battle for a pack that he believed did not care about him, and the dog that endured torment and depression from his suffering as a puppy. He remembered the sharp black sting that had targeted his chest, a coalled poison arrow that had struck his innocent heart, when he witnessed the fall of his father. The one whom he had deemed invicible. The one who always pulled through. The one who could smile with all the love and warmth in his bruised heart, despite his agony. Yet he had fallen, and had succumbed to the lull of death as it laughed in his face. The puppy's pain that day had no bounds - confusion, hurt and devastation, when he had watched the white pit bull sacrifice his life in order to guard his loved ones from harm.

Yet it had been his time. His appointment.
Death waits for no-one.

And now, weeks forward in time since the loss, Redemption felt that sting in his chest that almost brought him to his knees with a choked sob. Somebody had been claimed by the blackened cloak of death. Somebody's appointment had been made. A family member had been lost, and his stone heart cracked as the silver broken glass that formed the acerbic shard in his heart shattered. Yet it re-formed, stronger. For death was inevitable. Because without death, there was no life, and no substance behind it, no purpose. Without death, there was no reason for those who were living to fight, to love, to live. Death was a motivation. Death was a truth. Death was the cold reality of life. Death is a reason to live.

With a cold autumn breeze sharply slitting through his red and white fur, the puppy turned and walked. He did not know where his small paws were carrying his body, and he did not care. He could hear Death's chanting whisper in his ear, whilst in his left, he heard nothing, for he was half deaf. The ferns and viridan grass of the forest brushed against his body in a whisper, and he felt the chill ascending to his stomach, as Death attempted to twist and distort fear in to his mind. But fear had no place in his body or mind. Death no longer affrighted the five month old puppy. Continuing to walk, he soon found himself standing upon the cliff from which his father had jumped. The site of Armageddon's final battle before the day of his judgement.

And he howled. Not a howl of mourning, or sorrow. But power. Death brought the pack closer. She caused the pack's members to confide in each other. She gave a reason for life. She had given his father a reason to fight, and Remington a reason to fight and die by bloodspill for their families. Death was strong here in this forest, on this cliff that was his father's demise.

But Redemption continued to howl, standing with his muzzle pointed to the darkening lapis lazuli skies, with his right front paw in front of his left, and his hind paws positioned purposely so as not to fall.

For Death took those who fell.