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C A T O R I
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Peaceful was the land she was in currently - the sun warm on her fur as she relaxed in tall grass, birds tweeting above her as they danced in the sky together. The season had ought to be late spring, for the ground felt damp from an eariler shower she must had missed. Ah, how wonderful this young wolf's dreams could turn out to be. Though, it was all cut short by a voice calling her name, telling her that they had an assignment for her. Who could possibly have something for her to do right now?
"What?" she whined bitterly, still half asleep. It wasn't until she opened her eyes the next instant did she regret her tone, for there stood her alpha, Asmund, telling her to get up. Clearing her throat, Catori was about to speak again when Bird, a former loner, asked if she could speak with him. Maybe they could do so outside? The scout snorted quietly to herself as she stretched the sleep from her nimble limbs. Currently, she wasn't her normal happy shy self - the lovely dream she had been having was cut short by the wake up call her Alpha had given - well, was giving - her.
Now fully awake she realized that the two wolves were goin else where to talk, leaving her alone. The only parting words Asmund gave were ones to be up and prepared when he returned. "Yes, sir." She called back feebly, not sure if he had heard her or not. She didn't mind if he didn't, it was just to let him know she was on it. Standing, Catori began to make her way out of her den and into the bright sunlight of the outside. Ugh. She thought, annoyed as she blinked to hopefully adjust her eyes quicker.

[Simmarrah]

The dark wolf trotted through the forest brush, a light snow dusting the ground and giving her little struggle. The wind whipped at her fur and she shivered. It was cold. Her stomach rumbled at her, and she growled. The young female had not eaten a good meal in many days, if you count a squirrel as a good meal. Speaking of squirrels, one was chatting at her in the tree she was passing, scolding her for not catching him in her jaws. She glanced her golden eyes up at him, and gave a short bark. With a squeak, the squirrel popped into his tree hole, safe from the wolf below, and began again to scream and scold at her. Sasha ignored the creature. She could not get to it, and there were bigger things on her mind.

She raised her nose to the air, catching the scent again of other wolves. Her heart quivered in her chest, but she kept on. Would these wolves attack her as the last group had? Most packs were not accepting of loners, especially ones as young as her, but she was so hungry, and she needed the help.

A shadowy form appeared beside her and Sasha yelped. Sheiko? Again? She wished that she could reach her sisters ghost, to touch her, to speak with her, but the best they could do was a kind of sign language that they had used as pups. Sheiko's form pointed her muzzle east, and lifted her ears and tail. Sasha nodded. The wolves were that direction. Now it was decision time. Should she approach the wolves on their home turf and hope that they wouldnt attack her? Or should she call the wolves to her? The dark wolf looked around her. She was in a clearing of sorts, with plenty of space for her to escape if she needed to flee. Sheiko's form scratched the ground, then laid down, unaffected by the snow. Sasha sighed, her sister wanted her to stay put and call the others to her. She lifted her muzzle to the wind and cried out a long lonely call, falling several octaves, filled with her hunger and desperation. As the howl echoed into the forest, her sister's form disappeared. Goodbye She whispered to the dissipating form, and then sat, curling her tail around her paws, waiting for her future.

[Equitable]

(Simmarrah next time, please wait until your form is accepted to start roleplaying. Nonetheless Sasha is accepted. I will have Asmund respond to the howl send Catori and Reizend to gather Sasha in my next post.)

Ｅｚｅｋｉｅｌ
Ｔｈｅ Ｙｏｕｎｇ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅ ｏｆ Ｅｒｙｓｉｃｔｈｏｎ

The heir to the pack grinned, hearing his lazy friend awaken from his slumber. He trotted out to the entrance of the den and peeked outside to see his guardian a fair distance away with his big black back turned. Hearing his friends warning, he smirked and looked back over his shoulder at the drowsy furball, "That's only if we get caught! Come on, and stay quiet. Asmund's awake." He said this in a loud whisper and began sneaking towards the river with Mikhail at his heels. When they were away from the clearing, Ezekiel stopped his sneaking posture and walked with a more normal stride. "Is it just me or does he seem to let the other wolves leave the clearing more than us? We never get assigned to do anything either!" He asked his friend, wondering what the other brute thought of this. Personally, Ezekiel hated this containment. He wanted to learn and help his pack, but Asmund never let him.

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Ａｌｐｈａ ｏｆ Ｔｈｅ Ｅｒｙｓｉｃｔｈｏｎ Ｐａｃｋ

The great brute eased a bit upon hearing that no was was ill, but tensed up once more when hearing about the quarantines. Her soft gray hues looked into his hardened golden eyes, begging him to understand her concern. There was a moment of silence as Asmund thought about what to say to this. "The Quarantines have no quarrels with us currently. As long as they do not cross the river into our territory, we have no reason to see them as a threat anymore. If it makes you feel better, I will be sending out Catori and Reizend out on a patrol today and I'll let them know they should keep an eye out," He informed her, dismissing any concerns she had. "Now, if that is all, I'm glad you're awake because I have an assignment for you," He told her, in a formal alpha fashion, "I've noticed Eden on occasion has some trouble with her leg, in fact I think most of the pack has noticed. I want you to look into it and until it heals properly, if it heals, I want you checking her everyday. Should you find an infection or if she shows any unusual signs, you are to inform me immediately and I will handle it from there." Handling it was another way of saying she would be banished. This was a well known fact, but it sounded less harsh.

[Simmarrah]

As Sasha waited, visions of her past began to cross her mind. You could call it day dreaming, but to her it felt real. She could feel the warmth of her mother's fur and the taste of her milk. The wolf licked her lips. She must be hungry if she was dreaming of milk again. The wind picked up and she shivered again. She hoped someone would come to her soon.
Again she started to day dream. This time she was playing in the meadow with Sheiko, care free and happy. They were chasing butterflies, pouncing on grasshoppers, and trying to catch the odd mouse. Sasha hummed and closed her eyes as she enclosed herself in the good feeling the memory gave her. Those were better times, when food was always available and the wolves were healthy.

[sweetbriar]

As her Alpha spoke, her concern dwindled. The Lead Healer was relieved to hear that the Quarantines would be safe for now. At least for now, anyways. As he spoke about Eden, it imeadiatly returned. As he spoke she stared off into the distance, recalling the dream she thought deeply. Asmund finished speaking and she looked up quickly, nodding. Even thought she had probably heard half of what he had said. A new idea had formed into her mind. "Alright." She replied, "I'll take care of it." She was going to the Quarantines, and maybe, just maybe... She could stop a war before it happened.

[rottenmutt]

Name
Akhita.

Gender
Male.

Age
Three Years old.

Pack
The Quarantines.

Rank
Lead fighter.

personality

Akhita is a very nice wolf. Though he keeps to himself. And prefers to be in solitude then be in crowds or with anybody else. Akhita is very calm, and collected about a lot of things. Though he has a quick temper. Often getting mad over a lot of things, though he is calm for the most part. He's quick witted, and has a sharp tongue. He doesn't believe in love. But hes a huge flirt. He flirts with every female he sees. He doesn't care if shes taken or not. In his younger years he was quite the player. He would always flirt with other females that were taken. Even a few alpha females. Something about him charms the ladies and makes him irrisistable. But his cocky attitude doesn't. He acts like he is better then every other wolf. Though, he is very kind and sweet deep down inside. He was just raised to be this way, so he was taught these things and they only developed more and more as he grew older. Akhita is a handsome brute, and not tied up yet. He hopes to find a mate someday, but his belief in love won't help that. Not only that, but he wouldn't be able to have pups. So at this point,hes feeling somewhat hopeless about things.

history

Akhita never really understood what was so wrong with him. As a pup, he was kicked out of his pack. Barely surviving the weather, terrain, and other predators. He barely survived his younger years. When he was only holding on by a thread of life he had left in him. A lone wolf found Akhita. As Akhita was only young, and he had no clue if he was a lone wolf. Or even a pack wolf set to kill him. Akhita just let his fate take him. When the lone wolf picked up young helpless Akhita. Taking him to a small den and placing him in there, with food and shelter. Akhita was confused, but didn't question it. He was taken care of until he was a year and a half. After that, a sickness came. Slowly killing off wolves. Even his lone hero. One day, the lone wolf never came back. So Akhita took his lead and he made his way. Alone once again, and got so sick, but not with a deadly disease that was spreading. Soon he came across the Quarantines, who took him in and healed him. Soon on his feet. He prove his worth, and earned his rank and place in the pack.

[L.I.N.G.E.R]

Age:5 Years
Gender:Male
Pack:Quarantines
Rank:Alpha Male
Crush:None
Mate:None
Tags:Sasha

Arcano


The mind always seemed to awaken before the body did for Arcano. His eyes were open and alert, but his breathing was soft and even, his body unmoving as if resting within a deep slumber. There were things that needed to be done however that warranted him to get up. A heavy sigh was released as his large paws slowly shifted from the side of him to be beneath them. Steadily they pushed him up, muscles protesting the movement. He slowly stretched back to extended his front legs then went forward stretching his spine out along with each of his back legs. The muscles went from screaming at him into a subtle sigh as he padded out into the brisk air of the morning. His den left behind him as he moved out to the center of camp scanning the area to see if anybody else was awake. He could wake them, and he was going to, but a howl distracted him. It came from the borders of the two packs it seemed, the wolf who emitted the howl was in neutral territory. The howl also came from a female. She was clearly seeking someone to come greet her. Arcano figured he might as well go do it, he could rouste his pack upon his return if they were not already awake. In silence he left the camp heading towards the howl with a body posture that rdiatede dominance. His rank should be known to anybody he came across, hence the posture.

He paid little attention to his surroundings as he knew his own territory well, the only thing he kept an eye out for was any possible threats. Be supposed this female could be a threat, but if she was then why would she so wish to have her presence known? Seemed like a foolish thing to do. At any rate he knew he should be careful with how he went about this situation. He moved at a brisk pace to find her before she decided to take it upon herself to just wander into the lands by herself, whether it be his lands or the lands of the prestine wolves. He narrowed his gaze when the wolf came into view, his eyes locking onto her as he slowed his pace for the approach not wishing to seem hostile. He cranium was tilted in a thoughtful manner as he took on her appearence. She could clearly use food, but she didn't appear to be an overall weak wolf. He paused as he got closer, not wishing to get too close. Now came the greeting, play it friendly or be the bad guy? He wasn't really either and figured she should know what she would be getting herself into if she decided to follow him back to the pack."Hello young lady. What is it you seek?" His tone was mildly formal, and more on the pleasant side, but there was also a to the point note to his voice. It was there to show he disliked games and expected a prompt answer that was strictly honest. That was all he sought.

Age:3 Years
Gender:Female
Pack:Erysicthon
Rank:Subordinate
Crush:None
Mate:None
Tags:Asmund
Bird
Catori

Reizend


Ah, sweet blissful dreams of ordering around lesser wolves. They did not question her, they worshipped her, as it should be. They groveled at her paws, bringing her whatever she wanted when she wanted it. All she had to do was say the word and it would be taken care of. Those who did not appreciate her wishes and did question her were strictly punished until they learned she was in charge and willing accepted it. She was a queen l. The queen of queens ruling over the entire world, not just of wolves, but all other creatures as well. Perhaps a bit ambitious, but these were her dreams, with that being said she was free to do whatever she wanted in this dreamland of hers. At this point she was climbing a mountain of creatures to reach the top, her paws stepping on each one. There was a wolf up there, waiting for her. She gave a sweet smile to the male wolf, whom thought he was king and ruled over her. Oh how wrong he was. She took her spot next to him and rubbed against him slowly increasing the pressure until she suddenly shoved him off. Down went the king who had a very strange resemblance to Asmund. This brought a devious smirk to Rei's muzzle. Noe she could rule unopposed.

Unfortunately the sweet serenity of her dream was not to last. She was awaken by her internal clock telling her it was morning. She quickly stood up, grooming her fur to perfection, which didn't seem to take long for her as she did the same routine when she woke up and learned how to make perfect look easy. The pure snow canvassed lass emerged from her den, hearing her name come from the alpha. He was talking to bird and she thought she heard him say something about sending her out on patrol. With Catori the lead scout? Being a subordinate did not fit Reizend, but she had only just arrived so she had to suck it up and do what she was told, for now. That was until she could have the members locked in her devilish claws, then they would do everything she wished of them. Her small paws slowly carried her towards the alpha, a sweet gentle smile caressing her face and making her look angelic."Good morning Asmund, my alpha. Did I hear you say I will be going scouting today? What a deceptively sweet voice she held, it was all part of her game. She lifted her head from the respectful bow she gave to him, he tail swaying slowly behind her as if in a happy manner. Truth be told she was pleased to be awake on this day, for everyday she spent here she got closer to her goal, the end game.

[Rotten]

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▐▐ Name: Nonna ♥♥♥ Pack: Quarantines ♥♥♥ Gender: ♀ ♥♥♥ Age: 3 ♥♥♥
▐▐ Rank: Alpha Heir ♥♥♥ Crush: None ♥♥♥
▐▐ Currently: Open For Interaction ♥♥♥ Tags: Arcano

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Nonna woke in her den with a start, feeling surprisingly empty. Like as if she had just said goodbye to a good friend, what had she dreamed about to cause such feelings? Remembering that she was in her own den (sometimes she sneaked into Arcano's den) Nonna wiggled around a little bit, trying to go back to sleep. A villain needs more sleep than this to prepare for the doom and gloom they shall bring forth upon the unexpected pure ones. But after wiggling around for several more minutes, she realized she wasn't going to go back to sleep anytime soon. With a grumble about how the heroes must control the realm of the sleep, Nonna got out of her den. The day was new and quite lovely....perfect for destroying the unexpected with a morning wake up call. Standing on her favorite rock, a small one that jutted from the ground, a rock she tripped over once, she grinned and howled. "Minions, it is now time to rise for the new day of possible evil, hehehehaHAHAHA-" she ended her call with mad hysteric laughter. The sad thing was, this was actually the normal wake up call. Satisfied that evil shall begin today, Nonna searched for her best friend. "Arcano," she called with a surprisingly normal tone. Out of all the wolves, Arcano was the one she trusted and acted the most calm with (quote 'most'). Many have thought that perhaps they are like father and daughter or even possible lovers (she choked the first time someone in the pack voiced their curiosity to her if she was the alpha female). No, it was a simple relationship. Just best friends, and she wouldn't want it any other way. As she looked for him she couldn't help but think of the past, which was a strange thing this wolf normally didn't do. She thought about how hurt and betrayed she felt about her former pack, she thought of the alpha, Asmund, who brought up so much hatred into her chest. She thought of Ezekiel, who brought a mixture of all kinds of feelings to her, ones of first love, leaving her heart broken but wanting to be filled with something. What did it want to be filled with? More love? More hate? She didn't know. She also didn't know that Arcano was not in camp.

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▐▐ Name: Baldr ♥♥♥ Pack: Quarantines ♥♥♥ Gender: ♂ ♥♥♥ Age: 3 ♥♥♥
▐▐ Rank: Subordinate ♥♥♥ Crush: None ♥♥♥
▐▐ Currently: Open For Interaction ♥♥♥ Tags: Nonna, Arcano

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Baldr was sleeping in his den when suddenly the sound of Nonna declaring her whole evil thing woke him up. A smile quickly crept onto his face. Good ol' Nonna was still the same crazy girl as usual. But Baldr thought she was okay, nice on the inside and a good leader when she actually gets serious. He swore Arcano and her had a thing going on and one time voiced that and almost got his muzzle eaten off. But really, is it possible to be that close to someone of the opposite gender? Deciding that was a mystery left to be unsolved, Baldr got of his den, his white fur standing out as usual. He wondered if there was anything he needed to do today. The Quarantines were a small pack, nothing like the Erysicthon pack, his old home that he dearly missed. With a sigh, he sat down on his haunches and began to scratch his ear.

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▐▐ Name: Mikhail ♥♥♥ Pack: Erysicthon ♥♥♥ Gender: ♂ ♥♥♥ Age: 2 ♥♥♥
▐▐ Rank: Subordinate ♥♥♥ Crush: None ♥♥♥
▐▐ Currently: Explaining and heading towards the lake ♥♥♥ Tags: Ezekiel, Asmund

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Mikhail watched Ezekiel as he checked to make sure they actually had a chance of getting out of here, his ears twitching spasticly while he waited, the coward side of him was a bit hesitant to do this. Oh that smirk, Mikhail rolled his eyes. That's sure a way to think of it he guessed. Knowing he can't back out now, or wanted to leave Ezekiel to his own devices, Mikhail followed him, quick but silent. They both had to be very careful due to how their fur colors stood out. Soon they made it through the camp (with a couple of close calls, and Ezekiel almost giving away their position due to a sneeze), and the two were then allowed to move at a faster more relaxed pace. While they traveled and avoided objects in the terrain, Ezekiel spoke to him, asking him a question about Asmund and his behavior. Mikhail could understand the point his best friend was getting out. With a sad sigh at the heavy subject, Mikhail spoke with surprising kindness. "Let me talk for a bit about the whole picture. You know that Asmund loves us greatly, so he just wants to make sure we're safe. So far he's done a tremendous job at it. And you must understand how dangerous it is with the sickness going around. I heard a pack of them was actually formed. So you see, he just doesn't want to lose the remains of his family, he does not desire more death and does what he thinks is best. However, his restraint causes us to not grow and develop the maturity we need to survive in this world. It would be nice if he did let us have more freedom, but for now we should respect his decisions. This is my view on the subject." He finished speaking and went quiet.

[Simmarrah]

There was a rustle in the brush and Sasha's ears tilted back as a large dark gray form stepped from the trees. The male was confident, sure of himself, and most definitely an Alpha. The young wolf whined a little and laid her ears back, dipping her head in respect towards the male. She kept silent as he approached, her golden green eyes locked onto his form. Could she trust him? He looked fit, and healthy, and obviously had had plenty to eat. Her stomach rumbled and she winced, it was loud enough for the whole world to hear.

The dark wolf rose as the Alpha came closer. She kept her tail at mid level, not dominating him, but not completely submissive either. "Hello young lady. What is it you seek?" His voice was curt and to the point. He wanted no funny business, and she would give him none. "Hello Sir, I am Sasha. I seek food, a pack, and a home." Her voice was meek, not pleading and not begging. Plain and simple.

A shadowy figure appeared beside her and Sashas eyes cut to the right. What was Shieko trying to tell her? She tensed her muscles in case he attacked, prepared for flight. She had not the strength to fight the bigger male wolf, and live. Again she thought, could she trust him?

[Aslyl]

Eden awoke out of her moss and dirt padded den, sniffing at the air. She smiled from the blissful morning, but then winced at the pain in her leg, attempting to sit down before stumbling and falling flat on her snout. "Great start to the new day..." she mumbled in anger. After some time she manages to sit up and stretch out her bad leg, a weak attempt to try to get it to stop hurting. "That-a-girl, c'mon, get moving." Eden speaks to herself as she starts to walk out from the safety of her den and into the slightly-less-than-great morning.