Opal-moon wolf pack (open again!)

[Lifeisgoldendoodles]

(Its all good I understand )

Nyx
Female/Black Wolf/Loner/Reality Warping/Tags: open

Her vision became fuzzy wih pain but she forced herself to stand up. She felt lightheaded and exhausted but she limped painfully toward the forest, her eyes gave away nothing but hurt. She was weak and hungry, unable to hunt. She chewed bitter leaves and winced as she forced herself to eat more.

[.:Friday_The_13th:.]

Radobaan
He dipped his head in respect and turned. "Dakota, we need to find him. I'll go check the frozen wastes where we left him." Radobaan barked and turned, running off as fire trailed behind him.

[General Chaos]

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S I R K A
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[Male] [Hunter] [loc ; Creek] [crush/mate ; N/A] [Power ; Ecolocation] [Appearance ; ×]

He huffed, the water under his muzzle rippled from the gust. Pawing at the creek water he let out a small snarl, angry at himself for what happened. Tucking his tail up against himself he closed his eyes and sighed.

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D A K O T A
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[Female] [Warrior] [loc ; Pack Territory] [crush/mate ; Radonaan] [Power ; Hightened Agility] [Appearance ; ×]

Dakota nods slightly, looking at the ground. "He could be at the creek... He likes it there" Dakotas words trailed off as she spoke. She'd never seen the Alpha this upset. She flicked her tail and started running towards the creek. Still wondering what was going to happen to Sirka, but she had orders. She huffed and kept running, skidding to a stop when she saw Sirka laying by the creek bed. She laid her ears against her head, and threw her head back letting out a loud howl, telling the others she had found him.

[Lifeisgoldendoodles]

Nyx
Female/Black Wolf/Loner/Reality Warping/Tags: open

Regaining some of her strength, she decided going to the creek was the best place for water. She limped over the creek miserably and she stopped in her tracks. She saw Sirka and her hopes got high until she heard the ear-splitting howl. Dakota. She narrowed her eyes, staying back in the bushes to avoid being seen.

[Kassypen]

ℱaolan
✘tags; Jet, Nightmare
✘power; telepathy
✘loc; ‘city’

Faolan nodded to Jet. He knew Alusia would want to heal their beta, but he would keep to the wishes of the black fae. When Jet winced, he knew he had to get the metal bit out of her. “This is going to hurt. A lot. But it has to be done so you can start to heal.” He moved his face over to her wound and started to lick, deeply. He slowly worked the skin down until he could reach the bullet. He pulled it out with his teeth and dropped it to the sand. The gash started to bleed again and he felt terrible, Jet was clearly in great pain. “We need to take you home. And you,” He turned towards the loner, “Can you please come with us? Our pack will always be in debt to you. Could we perhaps supply a meal or a place to stay?” He rested his face against Jet’s side. He had never seen the carefree fae look so defeated.

[Lifeisgoldendoodles]

Nightmare
Female/Loner/Telepathy/Tags: Jetsam and Faolan

She shook her head. Thank you, but no thank you. I will be fine on my own. She paused, having a lot more to say, but shaking it off. She knew that wouldn't do much good. I will, however, help you bring her back to your pack, If that is needed. Nightmare just wanted to help this wolf without meeting this wolf's pack.

[labradoodle123]

J E T S A M

Jetsam/female/female beta/one with the sea/tags: Faolan, Nightmare, Cosimia

First, the pain was non existent. But a few seconds after Faolan pulled the shiny bullet out, it kicked in, a Jet let out a weak howl with the over-powering pain. She knew it would help, but for now it was eating away at her spirit, the once bouncy, bubbly Jet restrained to rest and sleep. Hearing Faolan's words to the loner, Jet smiled weakly, wanting to find anyway possible to repay them. But the loner didn't want to go, and Jet's face fell, disappointed. She thought that perhaps the alpha would like this kind loner, even consider letting them into the pack? Weakened, Jet eyes began to close, and slowly, slowly, slowly, she drifted into a pained and uneasy sleep...

C O S I M I A

Cosimia/male/male alpha/atmokinesis/tags: Sirka, Radobaan, Dakota, The Pack

Rage boiled in the alpha's blood as he marched towards Sirka, who was lying by the creek. Cosimia's eyes narrowed, and he growled quietly.
"Dakota, Radobaan-go and host everyone into the meeting area."
Once they had left, Cosimia turned to Sirka. The alpha's eyes were storms and the clouds flashed with lightning. His atmokinesis had a mind of it's own.
"Enjoy your fight, traitor?" slurred the alpha, barring his teeth. All he could hear was his own heart drumming in his ears. Words began to pour from his reckless tongue, cruel, harsh words that most children cannot say. Not-so-nice-words, swears and accusations. Cosmo snapped and snarled, growled and roared, boomed and gnarled, until he was panting and so mad that he couldn't even hear his own words anymore. Cosimia paused for a breath, and felt a pang of guilt at what he had said, followed by a twang of sadness. He began again, but not as mean this time.
"I trusted you, Sirka. And now you have stabbed me in the back. I trusted you. I TRUSTED YOU!"
His last sentence echoed throughout the island, and a crowd of crows flew from a nearby tree. Cosimia took a deep breath.
"Tell me, Sirka: Why? What was going on in your mind at that time?'
The alpha's voice no longer sounded angry, only hurt, and fat raindrops began to pour from the sky.
"Sirka. Look me in the eye, Sirka, and tell me if you think I should kick you out of the pack right here, right now, on the spot.
The alpha's voice shook and trembled with trapped emotions he didn't understand. Cosimia had never been open to emotions, and had always shrugged them off and pushed them away, without stopping to think what he was feeling. Now, though, the emotions were to powerful to be forgotten, and Cosimia didn't know how to cope. He thought for a moment. He liked Sirka, Sirka was strong and wise. Why had he done this? The sun was setting on the horizon, and Cosmo had an idea. He decided to give him one last chance.
"Look at me, Sirka. I will give you one last chance. You have until the sun sets tomorrow to prove yourself worthy of Opal Moon Pack. Consider yourself lucky, you have violated the ancient laws of Opal Moon and I am giving you a second chance. If you fail, you will be forced to live the rest as your life a loner."
Cosimia looked at Sirka, hard. The alpha had never understood emotions very well and couldn't understand how Sirka was feeling right now, but could tell he wasn't exactly happy.

[Kassypen]

ℱaolan
✘tags; Jet, Nightmare
✘power; telepathy
✘loc; ‘city’

When Faolan noticed Jet had drifted off to sleep he took the time to watch her. The fae’s tail twitched and her eyelids fluttered in sleep. She must be dreaming. He turned towards the loner and spoke into her mind so that he didn’t wake Jet, I can take her to the pack by myself. Again, thank you for everything you have done. I would like to promise you safety and resources if you ever cross our pack’s path. We have a large hunting ground and a healer. You are welcome to join if you wish. But I won’t make you make that decision now. If you want to join, watch my path to the densite and come when you are ready. If not, I think this is goodbye. He nodded respectfully to the loner before nudging Jet awake, “I know you are still in pain, but we have to get you home. Ok? Unless you can walk, which you can’t, I’m going to put you on my back, alright?” He waited for her response. He knew she was a very independent wolf, and that didn’t change just because she was injured.

[labradoodle123]

J E T S A M

Jetsam/female/female beta/one with the sea/tags: Faolan, Radobaan, The pack

When Jet awoke to the sound of Faolan's soothing voice, she was glad. Jet had a strange dream:
She was wandering through a strange, paper forest. The world around her was dark and she could not see further than a meter in front of her. The air was filled with unearthly whispers and eerie laughs, and it was icy cold. When she stepped onto the floor, it dipped and sung, as she would fall straight through it. Ahead of her, a voice was calling her name, but she couldn't quite tell who it was. Jet didn't want to go to it but she drifted towards it anyway, like a magnet. The closer she got the louder all the voices became. Then she came to an epiphany(sudden realisation): the voice was human, and they sounding like they were mocking her and laughing. At last, she noticed something glowing in the darkness. It was pure and beautiful; it was the Harmonious Crystal. The voice spoke again.
"Je-et, come here, Little-Bones..." it drawled. Little-Bones?! That was what her father had called her when she was a pup!
"Oh, Jet, you foolish wolf, you can never stop me, nor can any of your petty little wolf pack mates. You may as well just give up, you'll only ruin things, like always.." Jet was scared, and confused. This was not her father, and what were they on about? She gave a low growl. In the dark, Jet could see two red, malevolent eyes, and the vague outline of a human... Suddenly, a light switched on, and there, right before her eyes, was a creepy wizard with huge, blood-soaked fangs, and Jet's father lay on his lap, still and dead...

Jet was panting heavily and looked into Faolan's eyes, scared. She tried to stand but could barely move and her wound was still pouring blood, but the pain had eased ever so slightly. She shook her head, sighing. Faolan would have to carry her back, much as Jet could protest. As she locked deep into Faolan's gaze, she herself warming to him, more than she had ever done to Radobaan.

((sorry, got a little carried away with the dream! eek!))

[Kassypen]

ℱaolan
✘tags; Jet
✘power; telepathy
✘loc; ‘city’

He blushed slightly but smiled to Jet. He had never really payed attention to the fae before today, but he was just noticing the deep blue that was in her eyes. He licked her paw in an attempt to give her some strength before slowly lifting her onto his back. She was very light and he could tell she had more energy then before because she continued to look around. Wanting to add some fun to their walk back, Faolan moved so that he was walking belly-deep in the ocean. The water was cold but he hoped that Jet would enjoy being closer to her favorite place.
Small patches of sea foam splashed pass them and stuck to his face and chest so that when they got out of the water he looked like a sudsy mess. His fur stuck up in weird places and his muzzle was covered. Faolan looked ridiculous. He gently placed Jet on the sand so he could shake it all off. The puffs of foam drifted around the two of them like snow. He sat next to the black fae and laughed, still shaking some off of his coat. A harsh wind picked up around them and he winced. Water still dripped from his pelt. He licked the foam, it tasted salty. Some got caught on his paws so he shook them one by one, hoping he had raised the fae’s spirits, even a little.