Please only join this RP if you are a member of the Trantorian Wolf Pack
Prologue
After having a rather pleasant streak of warm weather, good hunting, and relative laziness, the Trantorian wolves have been living the good life. But good things never last long before being plummeted into horror. The Trantorian wolves awoke one morning to see dark gray clouds lingering overhead, as a forewarning of a minor storm. Seeming to simply shrug off the possibilities of rain or snow, the wolves ignore it. Slowly over the day though, the storm builds, and sends the wolves into a major panic when the dens are hit with a white-out, and snow and hail begins to plunge from the sky, making it virtually impossible to see anything, go anywhere, or do anything. Many of the wolves were trapped outside during the storm (Because Nvyohi took out a hunting party), and in their effort to return to the dens they became horribly lost. Now separated across the many miles of Trantoria, the pack tries to unite-- but the storm doesn't let up....
[center]{{You can choose to either be stranded in the middle of the storm, or trapped in the dens. But I hope you choose to be outside when the storm happens}}
It is a requirement to participate in this roleplay if you are part of TWP. It is an activity check basically, and if you don't post you will be demoted to subordinate or even an omega if you already are a subordinate.
Those who have posted are underlined, green, and bold
~Nvyohi~
~Kiviaka~
~Sophronia~
~Vala~
~Chase~
~Hood~
~Damon~
~Întuneric Minciună~
~Desert~
~Tyrant~
~Aislin~
~Arizona~~
~Cyrus~
~Dreamcatcher~
~Ursala~
~Khvarna~
~Jade~
~Pandora~
~Tenacious~
~Feahon~
~Atome~
~Judeq~
~Bread~
~Kree~ {Unable to post, contacted me by PM} --Keeps her rank
~Fang~
~Arek~
~Seth~
~Kyoobi~
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Nvyohi gazed up at the dark cloud lingering overhead. When the first flakes of snow began to cascade from above, he turned to the wolves that were near him. "We're in for a bigger storm then we thought, let's get a move on-- back to the dens." Pulling up into a brisk trot, Nvyohi noticed that the sheet of snow had thickened, and the sky began to fade into a pure white, making him unable to see his surroundings. Halting in the freshly falling snow, Nvyohi was suddenly pelted with hailstones plummeting from out of the white. A snarl shot through his throat as a large piece of hail struck his shoulder with such great force as to send him off his fours onto the snow. Regaining his footing, Nvyohi pushed onward towards where he thought the dens to be. Little did he know that he was heading out of Trantoria completely.
Kiviaka, sleeping silently in the Dens next to the Inalia river, waited patiently for the return of the wolves which had set out on one of the trails a few hours earlier. When snow teased her whiskers, her eyes slowly blinked open to see the mouth of the cave was completely blanch. Quickly rising to her fours, he peered out into the open, and saw nothing withing a few foot radius of where she stood. Deciding it was best to remain in the cave which she was in, she cautiously paced the mouth of the cave until the pelting of hailstones on her coat drove her deeper into the den.