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➤ Ａ Ｒ Ｇ Ｏ
...... two years | navigation| bisexual| wounded | open woods | team: none | tags: Barak & Raul

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Hell, he decided, was not far away from his home life. The sudden Winter confused him; he missed the pink blossoms on the trees, the saplings yawning and stretching in the sun, and the arrival of his alpha’s pups. Being the omega, and usually lumped with pup-sitting duties in a heartbeat, the pups never knew him to be below them. In their eyes, he was a smart, strong adult and their protector – but also their favourite climbing frame and chew toy. Being not much older himself, he was allowed to play when all the adults had gone hunting or patrolling, and it was then that he felt his happiest; the ice and snow a distant memory. But here, it was a looming threat. Argo’s teeth chattered, and all his muscles tensed under his thin coat. He had been chilled to the bone, the visions stripping him of all his heat in a split-second. Shaking jaws barely parted for shaking breaths, barely managing to escape his lungs and in to the increasingly chilling air.
A voice. A… happy voice? Was this another mocking spirit ready to torment him further? His breath caught in his throat, his limbs froze in place, and his eyes were pulled wide. Turning his head slowly – Argo was wiser than to make any sudden moves when under threat – and scanning the melting terrain until his sights landed on an unfamiliar wolf. He did not allow himself to relax, not for one second; any movement made towards Argo would send him running for his life, and to make sure he was ready he took a slow, calculated step backwards. Now facing the male, he swallowed, and allowed a shaky, youthful voice to crawl out. “I…” he began, not really sure where he was going as soon as he opened his mouth, “…Don’t know.” He looked down at himself; not once did he stop to think of himself and his own injuries. Ears perked, and eyes never fully straying from watching the stranger, he counted the scars on his chest and legs, each one a various beating from another wolf – all accounted for, and no new ones. As his attention was drawn across his skin, he was suddenly very aware of a deep gash across his muzzle, and fresh blood making its way down to his teeth, staining them yellow. There was a patch of blood-stained snow where he had awoken. His ears quickly turned back against his skull in a combination of shock and worry – what creature would have gored him so deeply on his muzzle, and yet leave him alive? He looked up at the stranger, his face filled with a deep uneasiness, watching the happiness this wolf seemed to get while Argo was left in utter distress. “Are you going to kill me?”
Before the brute before him could answer, a second wolf was soon looming over him. Another step backwards, quicker this time. The figure was handsome, same as the other stranger, and held himself with such confidence that Argo’s eyes were naturally fixed upon him. Was this wolf here to defend him from the other? Was there something going on that he wasn’t aware of? His silence forced any words back down his throat – a wrong step could send both wolf gunning for him, though this new one’s eyes promised peace, he remained suspicious of both. The new male’s words were lost on Argo, though the question hung in the air between them all for a beat or two. How could he answer something that he did not know himself? Did this, then, mean that none of them knew what was going on? The visions of ice and snow seemed far away, simply an introduction to the unending questions, and he was sure it wouldn’t be important. The cold wind ruffled through his rusty furs, stealing away any heat his tiny body’s shivers could make. It took a second, but Argo realised that it wasn’t just wind – large clumps of snow had begun to stick to his furs, and add to the remains of Winter around the three. Something was coming.

word count: 687

[razzberry]

⟣ — — ＩＶＯＲＹ

female ∾ 4 years ∾ vitality ∾ loc: unknown ∾ alliance: none ∾ word count: 817 ∾ tags: Bear

Cast into an oblivion of darkness with little sense of what was happening, silky eyelids stayed lidded over a set of deep amber eyes. It was lonely - the darkness. The vast blackness offered no warmth, comfort or promise of companionship. Ivory had given up hopes of escaping, the fight drained out of her so quickly that it shocked her into silence. 'No...I don't want this' she thought even though any effort to break out of the black void would be proven useless, a futile attempt to preserve her sanity and return to the world that - although not particularly forgiving or peaceful - was the sole place that Ivory had thorough knowledge of successful survival. Her body was frozen, her limbs stuck in place no matter how much she flexed the muscles in her powerful limbs to try and shred the darkness away, to try and reveal the light of the only world she knew. A frustrated growl ripped through the fae's chest and with that an eerie chill creeped up her spine, trailing the hairs atop her body and before long she was encased in what felt like coils of sheer ice. Ivory grit her teeth, eyes squeezed shut...before they opened.

The abrupt lightness that replaced the void welcomed her like a slap to the face and she found her chest heaving with her harsh breaths. The grey wolf suddenly became all too aware of her frozen body, and the snow that soaked her pelt down to her bones. Momentarily disoriented by the blistering snow that blew violently into her face she fought against the snow that swirled around her in a wall so thick that she could barely see a foot in front of her. Where was she? Nothing smelled the same, not that she could catch much of a scent with the blizzard happening around her. 'Get up. You have to get up' her primal instinct to survive kicked in and she felt a warm trill throughout her body as adrenaline began to pump through the wiry veins and pushed her into overdrive. The large female hauled herself to her paws, the snow that had threatened to bury her alive, sliding off her body to pile on the ground beneath her. She had to squint to protect her sensitive eyes against the blistering specks that flew through the air like thorns, cutting icily against her flesh.

Ivory let her paws lead her, trudging through the deep snow until she was forced to halt. The steep incline before her prevented her from going any farther, so the grey canine turned and bounded through the snow in the opposite direction in hopes that she could find a way out. Although she came nose to nose with yet another wall. 'It's a ditch. Of course it's a freaking ditch' Ivory scoffed, internally rolling her eyes as her eyes hardened. Determination flashed in her amber hues and she unsheathed her long claws and proceeded to scale up the steep incline of the ditch. Her flanks heaved with the effort and the snow didn't help much either. By the time her paws hit flat ground and she hauled her solidly muscled body up over the edge, Ivory was well out of breath and exhausted.

The howling winds around her shook the trees who's trunks moaned and groaned in warnings to all other forest life. Ivory was now desperate to find shelter, a cave or burrow that she could fit into and ride out the blizzard. With still no knowledge of where she was or what even happened to her, she picked herself up and continued to trudge on through the blizzard and thick snow. To avoid the discomfort the snow brought to her face she turned her head to the side, tucked her chin in and closed her eyes, carrying on blindly through the blizzard. Her body was chilled to the bone and she wasn't sure if she would last much longer if she didn't find shelter soon.

As her resolve began to waver and cut down, the next step she took sent a brief shock of warmth through her paw pad which was odd. Since when was snow ever warm? The fae opened her eyes and turned her head forward, glancing down briefly to see what exactly she had stumbled upon. At first all she could see was the white snow coating the ground underfoot, but as her eyes peered harder through the veil of white she could make out the outline of...ears? She took another step forward, keen and curious to figure out what she had come into contact with, and her paw landed once again on the same solid yet soft surface. All of a sudden the snow shifted beneath her and her confusion doubled, her heart skyrocketing as she struggled to find her footing as whatever she stood on rocked and rumbled beneath her.

[Transkitty]

cαтσ
male | five years old | resourceful | location: unknown forest | tags; open

Cold. The bone-chilling wind and howling snow was the first and only thing he was aware of as consciousness slowly returned to him. Confusion swirled in his mind at the sensations battering his body as his eyes parted just enough to let the blinding white light of winter in. The last thing he'd been aware of was warm spring temperatures and the faint scent of budding trees and fresh grasses. Winter had finally released its grip on the land, and his pack had rejoiced. My pack. His ears twitched at the thought of the wolves he'd grown up with, of the female he was supposed to be mated to and his eyes snapped wide open. Nothing but a wall of white greeted him, and for a moment fierce panic bubbled up inside of him. I've been buried! Swallowing hard, the wolf pushed the fear away and carefully gathered his legs beneath him before exploding out of the soft snow that had piled on top of him.

He stood for a few moments and looked around, the confusion sharpening as he did so. Absolutely nothing looked familiar, and when he inhaled deeply to draw the air into him he found no familiar scents. Where am I? Where is my pack? Before he could go much further down that line of thought, another blast of freezing wind and ice slammed into him and he staggered back a few steps. He knew he needed to find shelter, and so he began to focus on that rather than trying to figure out what he was doing here. When the wind calmed for a moment, Cato began to move. He didn't know where he was going, or who he was going to find. All he knew is that he needed to find somewhere to ride out the storm, or he wouldn't survive its fury.

[Malerity]

* ⤅ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧
xxxxxx[nine years] | [male] | [eastern wolf] | [navigation] | [bisexual] | [team: none] | [tags: cato, open] | [wc: 510]

The first thing Namjoon noticed was the mind numbing, bone chilling cold. It bit at the tips of his ears, stung his nose, and burned his eyes with such fury he thought he was in a blinded nightmare. Everything hurt. Everything from his paws to his tail. Was this not a nightmare? Of course it was. Namjoon was sleeping inside his warm den, surrounded by the bodies of his packmates, there was only the sound of owls and crickets, not the howl of merciless wind or the bite of millions of flakes of snow that were carried within it. This wasn't real.

Namjoon's eyes adjusted slowly, narrowed against the wind, narrowed against the blinding white that layered the earth below him. It felt so real, the cold was inside him, stealing his energy, his life. Was it real? Is this what death is? Is this what it feels like? It's hard to believe that he could have possibly been killed by someone within his tight knit pack, perhaps he'd had a heart attack. Yes. But why was death so cold?

The thump of snow hitting ground had Namjoon jerk out of his thoughts, body flinching and then burning with pain. He was surrounded by tree's with branches layered in snow, leaning down from the weight, never telling when they would give way and let the build up plummet to the ground. The snow that disturbed him had almost fallen on top of him, god, it could have killed him, suffocated him, crushed him, perhaps. He couldn't stay like this any longer. He couldn't die like this.

It took a lot of energy for Namjoon to pull himself onto all fours, swaying violently for a few seconds before regaining balance and taking in a slow breath. He couldn't smell anything, he felt unarmed, unsafe, he had to start moving or else he was going to die without even giving up a fight. . One step. . another. . another. Namjoon slowly adjusted his body to the cold, breathing hard through his nose where the visible clouds were quickly swept away by the wind.

A figure in the distance fueled him with adrenaline and he pushed harder. "Alpha!?" he called, his voice hoarse "Alpha! What's going on!?" Namjoon wasn't surprised when he realized that the figure wasn't actually his alpha, which was but a lingering hope. The realization coming when he noticed the wolf's fur wasn't a deep chocolatey brown, but a shade of grey, a colour very few in his pack harboured, yet the desire to survive urged him to continue nonetheless.

"Excuse me!" He panted as he came closer "Do you- I mean. . This place. . Can you tell me where I am?" Namjoon was close enough to know he could be heard, but not too close incase the other proved hostile, which he doubted would happen. A lingering feeling in the pit of his stomach was telling him there wasn't much more danger in consulting the wolf than there was wandering through the cold on his own. This was his only chance. "Please."

[haru ;]

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ＴＨＥ ＲＥＳＯＵＲＣＥＦＵＬ

indentationHow was this even logical? Bewilderment wasn't even the first thing that hit Hilda's mind, but rather an incredulous remark that questioned the laws of reality. Wolves didn't just disappear in the middle of nowhere to a blindingly white nothingness. Unless this was simply quite the nightmare, the sepia-pelted female just didn't understand why it was suddenly so, empty. So... Cold.

indentationThe moment the word resounded in her mind, she felt an insidious chill creep up her spine, tolerable at first but then snapping at her spine with every intention to kill. Her fur rose. The heat left her like a rapidly receding flood, struggling to rise under the torrent of wind that washed over her body. The false, almost ethereal moment of tranquility vanished as if it were a blanket tossed off her. Then her senses began to return one by one: First her sight, tender eyelids slowly fluttering open and the whiteness rushing up to meet her in a storm of... Snow. Next was her nose. All scents that could possibly be around her was muted, the sharp, stiff air jabbing violently into her throat and nasal passages. Then she was aware of something powdery but chilling to the bone pressing against her side, a hard, uneven mound pressing uncomfortably on her ribs. Hilda breathed again. The frigid bite swirled into her lungs. She exhaled. A slowly unfurling puff of white spiraled into the cloudless sky.

indentationThe sky.

indentationHilda's neck swivelled round so quickly her near-frozen joints cried out. It was very real now, this cold, this pain. Striking golden-amber orbs blinked and dilated as sunshine slapped her full on the face. Her tail lashed, the only betrayal of her absolute, utter confusion. Had she died? Impossible. Where was this place? She gingerly rolled over onto her paws, paw pads feeling the ivory-laden ground for traction. A stinging pain pricked at her delicate skin. Hilda gently extended her lean limbs one after the other and shook out the ice crystals that clung to each silky hair, winking in the sun. For a brief moment, she stood motionless on the small hill, taking in the sights around her — She had never seen one place so devoid of colour. Just ahead a dull grey lake settled on the flat snowy plains like a halo, framed with skeletal trees that swayed forlornly in the whispering wind. Although if she focused, she could just discern it wasn't really whispering any longer. In fact, it was mounting steadily, like the recoil before a massive leap.

indentationA warmth blossomed in Hilda's chest, humming as it crept to her paws and slid through every vein like thick honey. Her heart stirred, renwed adrenaline seeping into every fibre of her being. Scorching flecks like hornets grazed her muzzle and she squinted on instinct to protect her sensitive eyes. Despite the apparent, agonisingly sluggish rustiness of even the tiniest movements (a flicking of a ear), she was still uncannily aware of her environment, and the sticky predicament she was dumped in. There were no more hows, wheres, whats or whys. All that mattered now was to get to shelter... And fast. It was almost as if one could see the gears whirring in Hilda's brain as she kicked into action, swiftly identifying an outcrop that jutted out from the hill that seemed weighed down with snow. Knowing it was likely the best option she had, the slender but undoubtly strong female, sank low and surged against the gale.

indentationMust, go on. Move, now! Hilda hissed mentally with gritted teeth. The outcrop was perfect so that it could filter wind away from her, like a lone rock in a ferociously churning sea - It was her best hope in this unyielding blizzard. Yet even before she had taken two long paces, the wind began to pick up its speed, now wailing past her ears and nipping at the exposed tips. She swore she could hear its shameless mockery as her claws started to slip, until she clambered onto a nick in the ground again. Muscles rippled beneath her tawny fur, live coils pushing and pulling like never before. Hilda dipped her head slightly and flattened her ears against her skull. Just a bit further. And a bit more. And a bit more...

indentationForcing all the air from her lungs and with a mighty heave, Hilda climbed down the slope, misjudged her step, and tumbled down as the loose snow beneath her foot gave way. With nothing wounded but her pride, she was up again in a thrice and hastily adjusted herself beneath the shade. As expected the wind broke the second it hit the rocky outcrop, and almost instantaneously she could sense the slight turn in the temperature. Her heart slowed in its fiery dance. Without its voice, the bitter cold could do less damage to her spirit.

indentationJust then, here came the unmistakable sound of... Pawsteps on snow? The gentle crunch filled her ears, and as if on cue, a mottled grey wolf [ Cato ] came into view. A male. It was evident even from the distance that this particular wolf was simply blindly groping his way through the storm's fury. And she had a gutfeel, that he couldn't possibly last for long exposed like this. Without stopping to contemplate the startling coincidence of encountering life right after she had entered this strange, colourless world, the lass wasted no second in craning her neck and calling out above the roaring wind. "You know, you're welcome to share my shelter. There's plenty of room," she offered. Her voice sounded stiff from cold in her ears. This weather was no place for anyone. If one didn't drop dead from frostbite, they could stumble into a ditch (half-frozen) and just waste away. Hilda being Hilda, she tended to take the downsides very seriously, and as of right now she noted that visibility was getting extremely poor – one could hardly lift a leg and see right to their claws.

[Ratyr]

☆ HIRAM, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴀʟᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɢᴇ
xx{ 11 yrs | resourcefulness | female | yukon wolf | confused | open woods | no team | namjoon | 415 words }

She hadn't felt this way in a long time. She was surrounded by nothing but darkness that threatened to choke her if she moved. She could not smell, could not hear, could not feel. It was a sensory abyss, a nothingness unparalleled. An abyss of nothing but cold. Cold? No, that wasn't right. This was a dream, right? No, the cold told her. It is not a dream. The feeling of chill, seeping into your paws? That is real. The rushing of blood in your ears, the darkness around you? Those are real. You are real. Get up.

As her silent conversation finished, Hiram seized in panic. She was trapped, and she needed to get out. She frantically scrabbled to her feet, but a weight above her kept her down. The weight, she realized, needed to go. Rolling over as best she could, she dug at the material above her. Snow met her paws and her face, but she did not relent. After what seemed like ages of digging, her paw burst out into even more cold. A little more work, and she was free and crawling out of her former prison.

Scrambling out of the hole, she stood up quickly. Little shards of cold flew into her face and coat as she straightened as much as she could. Stepping a little way beyond where she was buried, Hiram looked around in bewilderment. How could it snow this much? She saw a lot of snow before, but not like this. She had never seen white like this, a white that blanketed every surface and the branches of every skeleton tree. It was a blank world.

As she was standing and marveling, a voice came to her. At first it was faint, and then grew louder despite the howling wind. Realizing that the voice was nearby, she turned around slowly, fearing that a beast had risen out of the empty world. Instead, there was a wolf. He was much shorter than her, and more wiry. He was pleading with her. Pleading, she assumed, about where they were.

Hiram opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. What should she say? After simply standing there for several moments, her gaze returned to her new companion. "I'm sorry, but I do not know where we are," she croaked. Realizing that he probably could not hear her, she continued. "...Even if I knew where we were, I would not be able to tell in a storm like this."

[Transkitty]

cαтσ
male | five years old | resourceful | location: unknown forest | tags; Namjoon, Hilda

The wind only seemed to be increasing in its torrent, throwing waves of blinding snow into his face as it did so. Regardless, he kept moving into the white with careful, measured pawsteps. He didn't want to step off of the edge of a cliff in the blizzard and plunge to his death after all. Before he could go too much further however, a voice called from the storm swirling around him. It made the male pause for a moment, one paw hovering above the ground and his ears perked in the direction he thought it had come from. "Do you- I mean. . This place. . Can you tell me where I am?" His eyes narrowed in an attempt to see through the screen of snow, but it failed and he gave a low sigh. It seemed he was hearing voices on top of everything else now, and he gave a low grumble at that as he turned back to what he was doing. He hadn't even taken another step when the voice came again, and this time he spotted the other male when he turned.

"I'm sorry, I don't. I don't know where we are, or how I got here. I'm just trying to find some shelter before this storm kills me." A few short moments later, another voice sounded above the wind. Female in intonation, that wasn't what caught the hunter's attention. No, the voice had invited him to shelter, and there was no way he was going to turn it down. Tossing a quick, "Follow me!" over his shoulder to the older male, Cato scrambled in the direction the voice had come from. His ears twitched as he realized that the mound he'd thought to be a hill was actually an outcropping and he slowly pulled himself under it. Almost instantly, the wind was gone and he could feel the temperature difference and he sank to the ground with a grateful sigh. "Thank you. I'm Cato."

[Malerity]

* ⤅ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧
xxxxxx[nine years] | [male] | [eastern wolf] | [navigation] | [bisexual] | [team: none] | [tags: Cato, Hiram] | [wc: 320]

Namjoon could feel himself deflate at the stranger's words. Perhaps they too had suddenly woken up in the strange land, not knowing where to go or how to survive, perhaps there were even more wolves somewhere past their limited vision that were going through a similar situation.

"Namjoon!" he called into the wind "My name's Namjoon!" It was easier to gain trust with name exchange, he thought, and even though in his former home he never would have given his name to a stranger, this wasn't just any ordinary border patrol encounter, and his life was dangling on a string. "We're going to-" he paused as the wind grew quick for a few seconds, then continued "We're going to have to find some kind of shelter!" Namjoon moved a little closer, halting when a foreign voice hit his ears, turning to stare at the empty white behind him. Was someone there? What had the voice said? Maybe Namjoon's was going crazy. Maybe not.

"Hey," he turned back to the female in front of him "We should go this way!" Namjoon jerked his head in the direction of the voice, then turned to face it, tail lashing with the wind. Waiting. The voice had said something, it had said "Me", but there had to have been more... there were so many things that could've been said. "Save me", "Leave me", "Help me". None were particularly appealing, but Namjoon felt like he was missing something, and that something was telling him to go, probably just instinct, but instinct was all he had right now. Without knowing where he was, Namjoon couldn't use his sense of direction, nor could he see any of the land surrounding him, save for the dark trees that rose into the sky. There was only a gut feeling that told him there was no strong danger, and that was enough for him to want to explore the outcome.

[razzberry]

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