Curse
{{Fae||Straggler||Alone||
Curse was silent as well, but not for the same reason as the Alpha, unlike the older fae the Death of Drago had been a liberation, something that freed her from a past she no longer would have to deal with every waking moment of her life. Of course she knew her son was out there, she knew that he'd been raised by Drago, and the chances he'd survived that with his sanity intact were slim to known. She takes up a flanking position as the pack moves off, she catches sight of Xani, and feels a tinge of worry, she can feel the anger from the other female. She picks up her pace just a bit, keeping an eye on Resin now, she would worry about the Fighter female if time came to worry about her.
She moved along fluidly letting her memories slid away behind her, moving forward south; When Resin brings them to a stop, letting them know about the chance to hunt. She moves forward at the same time Xani does, her yellow eyes taking in the white female. She decides to make things easier, because she's not certain at this moment that she could go hunting with the White female with out causing an issue. "I'll backtrack Resin, make sure our path is clear behind us," She stated pulling back she moved passed the pack, eying each member silently as she goes, filling her mind with things to remember for later as she starts up the pathway they'd been making to begin with, she wouldn't go far no, but right now she was looking for any stragglers that may need help making it to the pack. She doubted any danger would come again so soon, but it always could.
Mirage
{{Brute||Omega||10|| W/the pups|}}
He hears Resin return but keeps the pups occupied, once the pack starts moving he keeps an eye on the pups and on the elder who had been telling them stories. With a quick shake he frees his dark coat of snow and ice and keeps himself near the pups, keeping an eye on them, as they start moving. He keeps on the smaller one's nudging and nuzzling them, to keep them moving, he tries to entertain them when they start whining and complaining, and soon they stop whining just keeping up with the pack, and listening to the weird and goofy stories the young Omega was telling them. He's in the midst of telling a story about a flying mouse, which has rang a few giggles from some of the pups, which makes him feel good about himself, when the pack comes to a stop. He wags his tail to the elder who had returned after going to speak with Xani, he sighed softly setting on his haunches as the pack begins planning a hunt around him.
He blinks as a pup nudges him asking to hear what happens to the flying mouse. With a low chuckle he goes back to his story, happy to be distracting the pups from the hard life they are all living now.
Kuolema
{{Brute||Loner/fighter||14||traveling south
His journey southward is hindered by a huge ice chasm; with a grumble he sniffs along the ridge padding east along it, then west trying to find a way across. He grumbles softly and slumps down into the cold snow starring off to the south, the urge to go south is getting stronger, he's ignored filling his belly for days now, not that there was much to hunt here in the land of ice and snow. He grumbles softly and pushes himself back to his feet, looking south one last time, he stretches his limbs and then begins running along the chasm, his eyes always searching for a way across, a way south. He growls as he runs, his frustrations mounting and then he see's it, a thin point of ice reaching towards the far side. He slows his pace as he pads out onto it, studying the distance between the point and the far side. He pants lightly his warm breath curling up into the greying sky, night would come soon, he needed to get across before that happens. He backs away turning north he runs for a few minutes pausing he fills his mouth with snow then turns back facing the ice ledge.
He shakes himself taking a deep breath, he digs his nails into the ice, he tensed his muscles taking another deep breath he flung himself forward with a small grunt, leaving a plum of snow behind himself he raced towards the ledge, he hit it going as fast as his body could move, he struggles digging his claws into the ice feeling his paws slide a bit, but he reaches the tip he narrows his eyes and throws his back paws up under himself and with a low growl he flings himself forward pushing with all of the might in every muscle in his body he flings himself off the ledge towards the far side. With a yelp he hits the far side and tumbles his own momentum throwing him away from the edge, as he rolls across the ground his coat soon soaked in snow. He lays there in the snow, his legs splayed, as he pants heavily.
After a short time passes while he lays there, catching his breath; he looks over his shoulder and grins slightly as he realizes he's made it over the ledge. He wags his tail and actually bounces around a bit proud of himself, the urge to go south is still there but its not clawing at his brain, as it had been when he'd traveled East and west trying to find his way over the Chasm. He shakes himself sending a shower of snow flying through the air, with a small yip he continues his path forward, moving easily. Unphased by the world around him, he manages to scrounge up a few mice, not nearly enough to fill his stomach, but they would do for now, until he found something bigger, He pants lightly as he moves his nose bringing in scents and telling him stories, he soon crosses the path of a pack of wolves also heading south, but something else brings him to a halt a scent he knows better then any scent, his father. He lowers his nose to the snow and sniffs, he had come after this pack, he whines uncertainly. He knows his father's ways, he knows that this pack was in danger if his father had found them.
With a growl he starts following his father's path, it winds west away from the pack and his hopes rise till it turns south again and begins going in the same direction the pack had been going, He was stalking them, this would never end well, he picked up his pace running along the path his father had left, he catches the scent of death before he see's it. With a grumble, he pauses looking over the dead female, he whines sadly and lowers his head praying her to her ancestors. Once he's done he moves on, still following his father and then coming to a stop upon the bloody battle scene, two wolves lay in the open, dead no doubt. He moves first to the grey male, who had been tortured before death no doubt his father's doing. His nose continues telling him the tale that leads him to the death of his own father. The only family he'd ever known.
He stands silently over the corpse of his father's body, and he knows in his brain to sing his father to his ancestors is what he should do, but he can not do that; not after witnessing everything his father had done over his life. With a low growl he turns from his father's body letting his nose tell him more, he follows the scent of what could only have been a third body to a grave. He pauses standing over it silently, his ears back as he can almost feel the pain and sorrow, of this wolves loss, he stands silently for a long time and then he tilts his head back and sings to the sky, certain this wolf has already made his way to the ancestors, but Kuolema feels the need to send his apologizes for his father, and hope that the wolf feels no pain; he sings for a long time not caring if anyone hears him.
((oops, guess I wrote you guys a short book, I was sick yesterday so all I did was sleep, sorry!!))
