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[Bolt1784]

(( i'm just going to assume that we've all skipped ahead two weeks now <3 ))

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The black-coated pup sat on his favourite tree branch as the morning sun rose, casting a flaming orange glow across the white forest. It was truly beautiful, but Merle himself just no longer had the capacity to care for anything. He had spent hours just sitting on the same branch of a tree, on the outskirts of the woods, that overlooked a mountainous range. Not a soul knew where the pup spent his nights. Alone in the cold. It would have surprised many, if they knew. But the pup was numb to the world. And since his last encounter with his 'father', Illusion, he felt as if he had no purpose. Nothing to live for. For after all, he was nothing but a horrid, uncaring beast that had caused the deaths of his friends. Shaking his head clear of those thoughts, Merle settled his gaze back to the horizon. Somewhere in the back of his young mind, he could feel an overwhelming sadness that he hated to approach. For near that dark emotion lay its reasoning. Illusion did not wish for the pup's presence, yet Merle had followed him, ever-loyal, like a fool. Merle lowered his head as a gust of sharp wind powered in to him, giving a deep and scratchy sounding cough. From not eating sufficiently for the past few months, he pup's health had deterioated, leaving him sick physically and mentally. He had no desire to survive anymore. He just simply...Existed. Nobody truly saw him around anymore, and if they did, it was for a maximum of a few seconds. He had avoided Illusion, at times spotting him and feeling a burning rage in his heart for being, as Illusion had said, 'left in the dark'. But other times, he had seen Illusion and felt only sadness. He longed for the cordiality of his father. But Illusion was not his real father. Merle was at times adamant, refusing to change his mind and approach Illusion, but at other times, he found himself feeling sick to the stomach with how badly he wanted to be by his father's side once more. He felt that he did not deserve to be a subject of Illusion's attention anyway. But this only deepend his want, his need, to be with him. His hateful side loved to correct him and bind him in chains mentally when the old wound was re-opened every time he saw his father. But he just did not care. He did not feel. He acted much like a drone, following one simply set of orders. Wake up. Brood. Attempt to find something to eat. If you don't find something to eat, just go back to sleep. If you do find something to eat, don't eat too much, because you don't deserve it. Sleep. Repeat.

Merle sighed and jumped down from the branch he had been sitting upon, landing on his paws with a thud. The sudden freezing chill of the snow chilled his paws, but his mind reminded him not to care. He was dying slowly. But he did not care. His heart was divided between hate for everything, and his egotistical and playful pup nature. He started to walk off in to the woods, half of his priority fixed on finding food, and the other half on staying undetected by other wolves. The pup's small black paws crunched the wet snow beneath as he walked, with a limp on his hind leg, wich bore a relatively new scar. The cut on his head from falling from the tree two weeks ago had become infected because he had left it untreated, but the thing was still trying to scab over. It left a horrible, lingering pain in his head when he moved around. At least he had something else to direct hate at. Without realising, Merle was standing outside the pack's camp - he saw Pheaca. Softly growling, Merle ducked out of her line of sight and hid behind a log, shivering a little in the cold.

[~Shy~]

Hey Bolt, want Brisby to find him?))

[Bolt1784]

Hey Bolt, want Brisby to find him?))

(( sure c: ))

[~Shy~]

Kay :3))

Brisby

Brisby padded softly through the woods, she'd had little to do in the past two weeks other than check up now and again on Pheaca, luckily she had taken to the treatment well and you could see little of her scars. She was finding it hard to entertain herself, and had settled on a small hunting trip to pass some time, she wasn't taking it very seriously, otherwise she would've given herself space from camp where the rabbits and squirrels were unsuspecting. As she walked a new scent made her more alert, a wolf was on the outskirts of camp, any loner represented a threat and ,must be dealt with, she crouched down and made her way to where the scent was coming from, she jumped over the log with her teeth bared, ready for a fight but she paused, instead of finding a large loner, she found a half frozen pup, not much older than 5 moons, she immediately went down beside him and tried to wake him "Hello little pup, are you alright? Can you hear me?" She spoke soothingly but was assessing his condition, a gash on his leg, and infected head wound, nothing she couldn't take care of but that depended on how far gone he was. If he woke than she could get him through it, if not than....Well, she didnt like to think about it.

[rottenmutt]

{Sister PM me?:3 I have a idea.c:}

Illusion.Male.Chooser.

Illusion laughed menacingly. Lashing his tail around, and seeing the fae's eyes widen in pain then shutter shut made him feel great. He lashed his tail around and narrowed his eyes at Nova. He snorted and looked at Curse. "Now, we need to hunt and get some food for Merle." he said and smiled softly. He thought of his son, and why he hadn't seen him in two weeks. Illusion saw a rabbit and chased it,grabbing it by its throat. "Come on Curse," he mutter with the dead rabbit. He turned to Nova and laughed. Her wounds, and sister dead. How great. Illusion padded alongside Curse to Merle. When he saw Merle he wagged his tail. He ran after him, dropping the rabbit at his feet. "I got you something to eat," he said. Blood scattered all over his fur. He lashed his tail around and pinned his ears back. Letting outta whine and whisper. "Son, why have you been avoiding me lately?" he said and tilted his head. He loved Merle like a kid. And now he was ignoring Illusion like he was trash, a useless killer of a wolf. When he heard Brisby he backed away, not growling or showing fear, just a bit startled. He tilted his head and thought her voice as familiar.




Vinyl.Male.Alpha.

Vinyl stretched and looked over at his partner and wagged his tail and nuzzled her in the den. He stood up walking out with her. When the warm sunlight shined upon his grey fur, making it shine and glimmer. He turned to his mate and smiled. "Sure," he said wagging his tail. It was getting that time of year, when Females go into heat, and he wanted pups with his lovely mate. They had grown so close, and learned to love each other and become greatly close. He barked happily at her wagging his tail. He was nothing without her now, he had grown to love her and be passionate with her.

[Bolt1784]

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Merle's desperate and pathetic shivering intensified as Brisby jumped over the log in a battle stance, seemingly out for blood, but - she stopped, and immediately her aggressive stance was dissolved in to a softer and caring one. The pup was half aware at the time, and the freezing cold and his sickness caused him to stay put, as if frozen. To show that he heard heard Brisby, he lifted his head a little, and tilted his head to one side slightly in curiosity. Part of him wanted to get up and run away, not associating himself with any other wolves, but...Brisby seemed kind. The least he could do was acknowledge her presence and concern. "I-I'm okay, miss..." He replied quietly, his voice noticeably low and scratchy, as if he was trying to hold back a cough.

Suddenly, his slight happiness decomposed in to a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He flattened his ears. Illusion was right behind him, wasn't he? Why did he want to help now?! Why would anyone want to help him? He saw himself as a wretched monster. A beast. A thing. "Father, p-please just leave me be." He begged, his voice sounding broken and faded as he tried to contain his conflicting emotions.

[rottenmutt]

Illusion. Male. Chooser.

Illusion pinned his ears back. "Son..." he trailed off.. Why did his son run away? Illusion searched for him for awhile, but this pup as good at hiding in trees. Illusion backed away. "I- I can't leave you be, I love you care for you. Your family, your my son. Without you i'm nothing, I took care of you since you were little and we got separated when I was chased out of my old pack. I'm so sorry for that," pinning his ears down. "I should have known better, But they chased me out, they wanted to kill me, and you for being associated with me. So I made a deal if I stepped down, and left, even without you.. They wouldn't kill you," he said and he whined. "Son, you know I would never hurt you on purpose, I was protecting you. You're my only family. Me and my brother, are hated rivals. And I never knew my parents...." said the large black muscle built brute and he stared down at the young pup. He couldn't loose Merle, he could't. What else could he do without him!? He did have Curse, and Curse was like his real brother. Always having his back and always standing up and helping him. But Merle was Illusion's son. it would hurt him to loose him..

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Brisby

Brisby's eyes widened and she quickly stood over the pup in a protective stance, what had the pup called him? Father? The Chooser had no pups, he was too busy making other wolves lives miserable to have any time for pups, even if they were related, the pup didn't seem at all happy to see him and she felt the need to defend him,whatever happened she had always had soft spot for pups and always looked out for them, no matter what the consequence.She looked at him in shock Her voice broke through the silence "Don't worry, Chooser, the pup is safe but very ill, if you let me treat him i'm sure he'll recover, please stand aside, i must get to my herbs." She always said his name in a clipped and slightly sarcastic voice, to diminish the power it held over some wolves, others were terrified of him but she only set out to infuriate him.

[Bolt1784]

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Merle opened his mouth to make an aggressive retort at how Illusion wasn't his real father, and how Illusion was always leaving him to be with others, but something stopped him, and he slowly closed his mouth again, his eyes fixed on Illusion's. A ghost of a smile pushed itself on to Merle's face, brightening his dim eyes a little - whether it was the smile or the sun rising, he was unsure. But he felt something...Good. All he saw was his brave and determined father standing there in the rays of the sun. Like it used to be. When Merle saw Illusion as the hero of his pack. But as Brisby stood over Merle, he remembered the negatives again, and slowly a glare worked its way back to his face. It was clear that he was scared and uneasy. He had seen Cadenza lying dead. Cadenza had not comitted any crimes against anyone as far as he knew. So what was Illusion's excuse this time? To take someone's life for...Fun!? That hardly seemed reasonable. Suddenly the desire to flee struck him, and Merle automatically stood up, like a robot running on programming. But before he fully stood, a violent cough caused him to fall to the ground again, and he shook harder, clearly distressed, uncomfortable, and very sick. He covered his face with his small paws and tried to hold back a sob, but it escaped his barriers, and a tear rolled down his cheek. "Father, please...Please tell me why...Why didn't you tell me this before?" He demanded, removing his paws from his face, with a half wary glare. "I thought you left me on purpose!! I thought you hated me all this time! Why didn't you just tell me instead of running off with other wolves?!" He barked through his uncontrollable sobs, his voice hitching a couple of times as he held back coughs.

[rottenmutt]

Illusion.Male.Chooser.

Illusion turned to Brisby and growled deeply snapping his jaws, a angry and aggressive reaction, as always. But hearing that she was willing to help Merle, he calmed down. His bristled fur relaxed and his body stance normal and calm. He nodded. "Please help him," he said in a whine. He turned to Merle. He pinned his ears down and whined. "Merle, there was no good way to tell you. I was scared that you would have thought I was lying, and disowned you. When I never meant for that. I was protecting you from the nasty Shadow Pack of mine. I couldn't see you get hurt. You may not be my real son, but I treat you like one and see you as one. You are my son in my heart, and that's what matters." he said and nuzzled Merle. Licking one of his wounds. He turned his head away. "My job is to take care of you, even if I have to run away.. its always for the best and keeps you out of harms way. If anything ever happened to you, I would never forgive myself. Ever since I adopted you, you became my son in my eyes. I will never have my own pups, I mean look at me." he pinned his ears down. "I am the chooser, I am cursed upon every where I go. Everybody hates me. My only real friends, are you and Curse." he turned his head to Curse and nodded with a small smile. "If you remember him, when you were younger you called him uncle curse..." he said with a half hearted smile.