Divided We Stand (A Packs Roleplay, OPEN and ACCEPTING)

[*~WolfSoul~*]

((We've only been through one really, though it's still only sunset. Mirage said a week, so 6 left once this is over...it's going to take a while haha.

Mirage, would you consider shortening it?))

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((I'd rather have it stay that long, anyway I was just wondering for purposes of Rping Bastian and his treks from place to place. I want to start with him so bad but I want to wait like a day or two for things in the mountains to settle down a bit first))

[*~WolfSoul~*]

((Ah, I see. Yes, it is pretty hectic right now. I suppose a week is a good amount of time.))

[The Royal Mirage]

((I think we can shorten it to 5 days, maybe 4 - I've had my wolves alternating between saying 'a few days' and 'roughly a week' so I think 5 is good now that we're almost through with the first day. Goldie, you can bring in Bastian whenever you please, I like busy wolves ^^ Also, I'm going to teleport the hunters home now))

Maia huffed, letting go of the elk cow and stretching her back in a long, smooth arch. Her quicksilver fur appeared a slate grey in the last rays of the setting sun, refusing to glimmer as it usually did. Stretching her jaws, the alpha gave a big smile to her hunting crew. Everyone had done their jobs with perfect accuracy, and she couldn't be more proud to have them all. Seeing as she had already given her congratulations though, she held back from praising them even more, not wanting anyone *cough*Lilith*cough* to get too big an ego. The ash dove giggled lightly at her own thoughts, before letting out a wide yawn.

Lilith, too, stretched her lean, willowy figure as the last of the sun's rays disappeared behind the horizon. The moon was nearly full in the darkening sky, giving her eyes a silvery tint as she glanced towards the med. den. She was definitely ready for some of Tanga's famous tea...

"Hey baby cakes."

The sultry voice that rang out was one that obviously belonged to no one in the pack, the teasing edge coming from the foliage just down the hill. A white figure emerged from the brush, gleaming with a radiance that outshone the moon, as Lia approached her sisters and, by association, the hunting party. Her scent seemed to swirl about her, the subtlety of wildflowers in bloom intoxicating to those curious enough to sniff it out as she reached her youngest sister. Giving the two a mischievous little grin, the snowy fae finally glanced down at the bedraggled form of the dead elk.

Both sisters seemed to wilt slightly in the presence of the eldest, though Maia more noticeably so. "Hey Lia, what brings you around?" Lilith asked, feeling gangly and awkward next to the ethereal fae. Even when Lia shrugged, the motion was full of a purposeful, coy elegance that blended seamlessly with her character. "It's been months."

In truth, Lia had not visited the mountain pack since her sisters had originally joined it, feeling out of place among all the fine hunters. "Just came to check in on my girls," the loner replied with ease, dulcet tones like sweet, smooth caramel as she ruffled Lilith's ears with one moonlight paw, seeming only now to realize they had company. Of course, her emerald orbs had spotted the myriad of hunters, but only now did she look the them with an obvious gaze. Her coal-rimmed orbs were invariably drawn to the strong figure of Samreth - having never been one to get along with other faes, or even really care for them - giving a visible appreciation for his cut figure and proud stance.

((Oh gosh, how I missed you Lia *snuggles profusely*))

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((Literally swore in excitement when I saw the "hey baby cakes" that I knew had to be Lia))

Gemini nodded at Lilu's diagnosis, prodding with feather light paws at the spots she had mentioned. Her rib seemed more likely to be bruised than broken, though it could be a fracture.. It was hard to tell unless you could actually see the bone - otherwise, there didn't seem to be any internal problems. The alpha noted bruises forming along her ribcage, those would make breathing particularly painful. "Have you got any bay laurel oil? She has some serious bruising along her torso which could be making breathing very painful. If you have comfrey as well, it would be a good ides to give her some - her rib is most likely fractured."

Bright gaze settled on the lean alpha, flashy turquoise flecks calling to attention the fine darker markings around her eyes as Lilu flickered her tail absently. She had never been in a pack before this one, but her parents had always spoken of alphas that they had known through their pack-hopping days. Let alone her mothers more tribal leaders. This gold-freckled baron fit none of what she knew, but none of what she knew was off of her own first-hand experiences. Her rounded ears swiveled more pronouncedly forward and her weight shifted forward as she leaned towards him to balance on the tips of her toes as he spoke back to her over his shoulder. Lilu let out a little confirming hum as she turned on silent paws, mind clicked from her musing thoughts back to the task of healing at present. Grimke had taught her the names of things and backed up what she had already figured out for herself with his various supplies of herbs and carefully collected oils. And yet even with his teachings to solidify her confidence in healing, she still knew most things by smell rather than sight. Her gold-brushed paws stirred up some dried pine needles as she passed into the storeroom, rearing back a bit to poke her nose towards the top shelf of aged jars that had been collected over time from one of the other packs. The one with the beautiful wolves. "I think it would be better for you to apply them, I trust your judgement for doses better than my own." Lilu's lilting voice was colored warmly as she brought what Gemini had asked for and settled them beside him with a little well-used, but clean, rabbit skin rag.

Samreth was dangerously close to letting out a growl around his mouthful of elk as he glanced up just in time to see Aspen tensing for her final heave of the carcass. She always pranced off just shy of the kill pile rather than help drag whatever the carcass was for the complete distance that they were expected to. He caught her eyes though, and he was able to pick out a few added wrinkled to her nose around her firm hold of thick half-winter elk hide with her unvoiced snarl back. Sam spent enough of his time being silent to be able to read others no matter what they were doing, but with Apsen it came as a sixth-sense. He had yet to find out if it was a mutual power. With a final step he loosened his jaw from its now-tired hold, he swiveled an ear towards Maia as he caught her matching relaxation from the haul. He ghosted back a step or two for the rest of them to spread out from their positions around the elk, tilting his head radically to one side and then the other to stretch out his still-warm neck muscles. It was his cheeks that warmed next as he blinked quickly in surprise, having done a minute double take as someone relatively unknown to him had caught his eye coming up from base of the hill. Sam couldn't help but feel the need to take a step closer to the rest of the tired hunting party, something about the newly appeared dove having jumpstarted his senses and sent his protective nature on edge as he traced her face for memory-purposes as she greeted both of the high ranking feas in the party. He managed to press his dark-tipped ears into a bit more of a focused position out of polite attentiveness when he caught the winter furred dove, Lia's, gaze.

((Ill play around with Bastian in a bit))

[The Royal Mirage]

Gemini took the rag and herbs, deciding that the comfrey was the first thing that she needed. Chewing the roots into a poultice, the alpha made a face at the tangy taste, his freckles flashing as his nose wrinkled like that of a pup who had tasted sour berries for the first time. Pressing the poultice gently against her ribs, Gemini's coal paws were steady and soft, working with her fur and skin instead of trying to press close to the broken bone - it would absorb through her skin, and would be good for her other wounds as well. The bay laurel oil was something the black baron was rather unpracticed with, though he knew too much wouldn't do any harm. Pouring a fair amount onto the worn rabbit skin, he gently rubbed the savory-scented oil over Aella's bruises.

'What a wimp,' a gruff voice whispered into the alpha's ears, startling him enough to make him drop the rag. But by the time Gemini had glanced around the den in confusion, he found it was obvious no one else had heard the growls. Shivering, the gold-flecked brute attempted to dismiss it, handing the remainder of the healing supplies back to Lilu.

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As Lia's gaze returned to her sisters, Maia cleared her throat softly. "Uhm, everyone, this is our older sister Lia. Lia, this is Sparrow, Samreth and Aspen," nodding to each of the wolves with their names, the alphess then looked back to her sister, who seemed rather bored with the introductions. Her slate ears drooped, before pushing away the feelings of inequality and smiling again. It had been months, she should be happy to see her sister.

Lia gave a little smile to the group, but otherwise seemed occupied with other thoughts. It was more that she had hoped to spend time with only her sisters, and hadn't exactly remembered that there would be a whole slew of wolves around them. They were high ranking after all, it wasn't likely they'd have just been lazing around, waiting for her to show up.

Lilith noticed Maia's slight anxiety, butting Lia's shoulder with her nose lightly. "Why don't you come to the med den and see Tanga again, she was going to make tea." This seemed to light Lia's eyes with interest once more, and Lilith gve a relieved little smile at the silent approval. She nodded her respects to the rest of the hunting party, before leading the snowy-cold fae towards the med den.

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Aspen let out a little laugh as she drew her eyes away from the retreating figures of Lilith and Lia, looking over to Reth with a cheeky grin. She had to admit that the sudden new addition to their party had been a presence that had even stilled her wild heart for a moment, but the fea had reminded her too much of the Easter Shore doves for her to have readily offered a smile when introduced. There was a kind of other-worldly confidence that seemed to cloud around those pretty feas, or perhaps she just took it as confidence because she herself could never hold their gaze for too long. An interesting illusion. Aspen turned on her heel and broke into a smooth stride, paws whispering through the grasses and crunching over bits of snow as she headed for the creek, intent on ridding her tongue of it's elk-hide taste. Behind her Sam parted into another direction, trailing into camp after everyone else in a way that befitted his nature, probably heading for bed like usual after sundown. He had no appetite for the chill that followed close behind the loss of the suns warmth.

((*cough*It may be time to wake Roan up for a new dosage of poppy seeds*cough cough*))

[spiff]

((This is kind of irrelevant, but I was just reading through Lia's form and at the part where it said "come hither" I was reminded of the come hither chant we used to have for Goldie in Scandalous. Granted, I'd rather not remember what I or my characters were like back then, but still, those were good memories.
Anyway, I'll get up a post for Aella tomorrow. It's about time she woke up.))

[The Royal Mirage]

((lol, I remember that XD Ah, the good old days *wipes away imaginary tear*. Goldie, I think that's a splendid idea ))

Tanga had finished up with Frey's injuries some time ago, her own concoction setting in its large wooden bowl, nearly ready for the little vials she had prepared. The tiny shaman glanced over at the sleeping form of Roan - she had hoped not to wake him, but the poppy seeds must have worn off by now, the sun having set astride the mountains. She was about to do so when the doorway to the med den was suddenly filled by two figures. Looking up, Tanga gave a bright smile to Lilith, before recognizing Lia behind her. "Lia," she greeted brightly, seeming to be the only 'sibling' who did not show any inklings of inferiority in the presence of the stunning dove. "It's been so long, how have you been?"

Lia's grin, once amused, became the soft curve of a genuine smile, nuzzling her adopted sister with a care that seemed almost unnatural for her. "I've been fine Tangy, just wandering here and there." Putting off explaining her own romps in the wild, grassy orbs looked to the two injured brutes. Neither of them smelled of the pack from what Lia could tell, and the sleeper seemed far too handsome to be a rogue unlike the skinny male with the braced foreleg. Her eyes trailed over his metallic curls with an almost meticulous curiosity, before turning back to Tanga. "I see there's been some trouble around here," she stated the obvious, velvet voice serious.

Tanga nodded, turning to look at her current charges. "There's a rogue buck around camp," she explained, noting the widen in Lilith's eyes. The doves seemed to share an odd exchange, speaking through expression alone, before Lilith nodded and set out with a quiet goodbye to her sister. Tanga gave a relieved sigh, glad to have Lilith on the problem, before looking back to Lia. "Can I get you some tea? Herbs for your paws?" she asked, knowing the life of a loner was rough on the paws. The snowy dove accepted the first offer with a gracious smile, taking a seat as Tanga put the kettle on. Once the water was set and the tiny fire ignited, the shaman excused herself quietly. Grabbed a paw full of poppy seeds, she gently prodded Roan awake.

Lilith's senses were on high alert as she padded out of the large medicine den, silver-rimmed ears pricked and nose to the wind. If there was a buck terrorizing rogue brutes, it was a bad thing to have around camp. Though the midnight dove knew that they had hunted once already today, she felt it was necessary that the buck be taken out to prevent further injury to any wolf in the territory. Scenting the wind with her jaws slightly agape, pearly fangs flashed in the moonlight as the fae bolted off, the scent strong in her nose.

[spiff]

Frey had busied himself with the absolutely fascinating task of making patterns in the water with his paw, a pastime he suspected would become one of habit as the weeks wore on and he was confined to this den with nothing better to do (because god forbid he actually help the pack), when the female burst onto the scene. He looked up from his work with a frown. She didn't smell like the pack, either, and the den was beginning to get rather too crowded for his taste, causing him to wonder if Tanga was always this busy.
More pressing, however, was his own natural suspicion of this loner who didn't look like a loner at all. "Who are you?" he said, bluntly cutting into the reunion and withdrawing his paw from the pool. Idly examining it as he waited for a reply, he found that now that he'd rinsed it clean it was the only truly gold spot on him- a sight that was actually less familiar to him than the dirt he wore like a second skin.