Scandalous (moving RP)

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((oh ok, night))

[Lady B]

Shines cocked her head to the side, silky brows puckering together a little in a perfect expression of worry. Shadows danced in her eyes. "What are you going to do to Samika? Is he part of the pack? Or a loner...?" There had to be some form of punishment for attacking another wolf, whatever the dark reasons behind it were. Her eyes flew back to Tate.

[spiff]

((By the way Believing, Shayde already left Dawn and Vermillion and is heading back to camp right now. :3))

Shayde stepped into camp, and instantly her heart filled with dread than began to wear it down. This was the same feeling she had felt when she had come home from the hunt to find her home burning, but only this time it wasn't that. She didn't know the beautiful she-wolf that lay on the ground, but she could tell at a glance that she was one of the pack. Trying her hardest not to gallop over and shove everyone out of the way so she could see more clearly, she walked toward the cluster of wolves huddled near the wolf. Shayde winced as the horrible flashbacks slammed into her at full speed - the smoke that rose from camp. Her home, burning rapidly. Her dad. Her mom. The tree that cost them their life. She didn't really understand how she linked the she-wolf to the forest fire, but she did. At last she reached the site. Leaning down to inspect the broken body, she noted that when she had passed by Cray's den last night, she had also smelled the body scent of the wolf leading in too. Were they lovebirds or something? If so, why hadn't she been decreed alphess of the pack? In any other case, she would feel a pang of jealousy and sadness because of the crush that that tiny, stupid part of her had developed on him, but this was different. Judging from the ragged rise and fall of the wolf's chest, Shayde could tell that she was right next to Death's door. She bit her lower lip until it began to bleed, and ignoring the wetness that now smeared her muzzle, she glanced at her alpha and his sister, her dark eyes blank and emotionless.

[Love Soulless]

((i wont be on for a day, be back tomorrow. just posting real quick))

Soul looked over and Cray. "Will she be okay?" she croaked out, her tone was very hushed and pained. She stared at the poor, bloody body in front of her. Soul's paws were covered in her blood, she wiped them on the ground, removing some of the blood. Her ear touched Cray's as she leaned over to see the poor wolf's head. Who would do such a thing?! She asked herself that question over and over again.

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Crays gray eyes met Shaydes and his shoulders sagged slightly for a moment, though he found the energy to curl his lips up into a smile. he stood and shook his thick dark fur out, he moved to be standing by Simbaris back before he sepped over to block the rain from falling on her. he kept his head high and his face expressionless. he flicked the dark fur from his eyes and dug his claws into the soft turf, his strong hard muscels flexing as he did so; it was all he could do not to run out and find Sakima and most likely do something fairly brutal. he ached for his sisters company and as if on cue he felt her familiar frame curling into his side, he shivered visably. having an attack to the pack like this was not ok, and he was rather shaken. he leaned into her soft caress as she licked his cheek affectionetly

Kirsten snuggled into her brother side, ignoring the rain that laced down through her fur. "I think we need to move her into a den," she suggested quietly

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Shayde gave Cray a quizzical look before turning back to the subject of the lovely she-wolf that lay in front of her and the wolf who had attacked her. She felt her claws dig into the ground as she resisted the urge to swipe at any random wolf. She glanced back up at her alpha. "Er, is there anything I can be of assistance to?" She secretly wanted to track down the attacker, but she knew that she didn't know what she or he looked like, but slight traces of their smell still hung on the wolf's body.

[Lady B]

((Okay))

[color=#800000]Shines trembled a little, gazing down at the wrecked but still breathing body of Simbari. "If you want, you could take her to my den," she said in the direction of Kirsten and Cray. Her eyes returned to the gravely injured she-wolf. Pain was etched across Simbari's forehead. Even if they did manage to save her from the void, those scars would cling to her silky fur for life. I just don't get how someone could do this to another wolf...

Vermillion sighed, finding himself almost sad that she had left. His tough leather paws thrummed against the earth, damp and moist, smelling of the rain, as he turned to leave. As unnatural as those garish colours were, his coat soon melted into the shadowy trees and spindly bushes. His mind was absent, wandering to better places than this one. If anyone had the misfortune to look into his eyes at that second, all they would have seen would have been their reflection, and perhaps a dark fire if they looked close enough. The roaring sound of a river, gushing into the trees, pulled him from a state of semi-unconsciousness. Vermillion was mesmirised by the depths, like the layers of a presious stone, plaiting into the forest. He moved in, lying down on his belly, just the bumps of his glowing eyes and the damp, bloodstained muzzle tip out of the water. The river flowed around him, dragging him along downstream. The phraise "go with the flow" stuck in his mind, he let the flowing water drag him, tumbling over and lungs burning, downstream. Until his legs were so numb that they couldn't feel the pebbles scraping them. He heard, as the river neared camp, hushed voices not unlike what you would hear at a funeral. Vermilion dragged himself out, fur saturated, and trotted on numb paws to where they stood, over the ruined torso of Simbari. His breath caught.

"Simbari.. what happened? Who... what..?"

He hadn't known the beautiful she-wolf well, nor ever been attracted to her. But still, the wounds that tattooed that perfect fur were not something he would have wished on anyone.[/color]

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Simbari managed a weak smile. "Although, I did manage to put up quite a fight." she said quietly, her eyes wandering up to Cray. Managing to lift her head meekly, she sighed. ''You see, what happened was..." she said, then began into her story. "I was out over on the hills-- You can see the trail of blood --when I saw him. He was surprised, and he dropped this beautiful rose on the ground; I remember thinking how unnatural it was that such brutal, vile jaws held such a beautiful, innocent thing. And when he dropped it, I saw the tag hanging from the stem that read 'To my dearest Simbari'. All I remember is snapping at him, and he looked as though he actually cared for once... All of a sudden, something horribly painful struck me in the back of the head, and then the void of pure black... Then the light... That's when I thought it was over...." she shook her head, then quickly stopped, wincing in pain. "Whatever hit me must've snapped my neck..." she said, sighing. She then managed another beautiful smile. "Obviously, it didn't do the trick. I may have a broken paw or two, but most of the time, I've got a high tolerance to pain." she murmured. Painfully, she heaved herself up, holding up a twisted front paw. She tried to shake the blood and dirt out of her fur, but the headache she had was so intensely horrid that she could barely move without feeling a stab of pain. Cursing under her breath, she closed her eyes to try to blind out the pain, though it didn't do much. Opening them to stare amber light upon them all, Simba couldn't help but smile. All these wolves gathered around, all of them probably wondering who could do such a thing to an innocent she-wolf; All of them cared about her. Never had she been cared for by anyone but her parents. Why, even her pack didn't show any signs of sorrow when she'd left. Finally she was a part of something, part of something important. Who she was was now someone important, and no one, not even Sakima, could take that away from her.

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Crays jaw dropped and he stred at Simbari in amazement, a gohst of a smile flitted across his face before he frowned at her. without waiting for permission or even to give a waarning he stepped foreward quickly, drucked under her stomach and lifted her up onto his strong shoulders. he possitioned her just like he had learned to do with Kirsten and carried her through hte icy rain to SHines den, the closest one. he flicked an ear in agitation as he heard his sister call after him but all he did was shift his shoulders, he was surprised at how little Simbari wighed, but he walked smoothly, not jolting her in the slightest

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Simbari let out a small bark of slight surprise as she was hoisted up onto Cray's back. She then frowned lightly. "Don't get mad if I get blood in your fabulous fur, 'kay?" she said playfully, giving a slight giggle. "Just remember, it was your fault." she warned, flashing one of her signature smiles, though she knew Cray couldn't see it. She sighed. "If I ever see him again...." she said, holding back a venomous snarl. "No matter. If he comes back, I can just threaten him. I'll say.... I'll say that you'll protect me." she said, her frown turning into a fond smile. "And, of course, it'll be true." She felt like mentioning how happy she was to see that all those wolves cared about her, and she made a point to do it. "I can't believe everyone cares about me so much... I mean, they haven't even met Sakima and already he's on everyone's death list." she said, tilting her head lightly. "I've only ever had two wolves in my life that cared about me. And that was my mother and father..." she sighed again, deeper. "Not even my pack cared..." She had then realized that she probably sounded stupid going on and on. "Sorry, I'll shut up now." she muttered, somewhat to herself.