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[Resin]

((I just realized that I sent Mirage to flank rather than Curse. -Facepalm- Oh well. It worked out.
I saved the cat. Initially I wasn't sure if he was going to make it, but I doctored him up pretty well then took him to the Humane Society (No-kill shelter, don't worry) and they accepted him. Their vet said that he should be okay. Probably a coyote attack. I'll post in a little while.))

Resin- Alpha Female- 30 Summers

The Alpha's eyes widened slightly and she shared a look with her brother. It seemed as if this old wolf had dementia of some sort. There was no one near that she could see, so the female must be talking to herself.
When the old one mentioned that someone was going to die, Resin didn't doubt her for a moment and, upon hearing further that it was one female in particular that was being sought out, she knew that they had to act. "Ash. Bring her back with you. I think she means that this wolf is going to try and kill Curse. I need to go back to warn them. I doubt he'll stop with Curse."

Ash- Alpha Male- 30 summers

His eyes had widened as well at the wolfs words, but rather than believe them, he was skeptical. It was obvious that his sister believed her, however. When she told him that she was going to run back, he shook his head. "You're tired and weak from exhaustion. The pup and I laid out in the snow sleeping for days. I have more energy than I know what to do with. You bring her with you, I'll go warn them."
Not waiting for an answer, he turned on his heel and took off, speeding out of sight quickly. He ran as fast as his big paws would carry him. Keeping his head low, he cut through the chilly air, leaping snow dunes when necessary. A smell caught his attention that made him skid to a halt. Ash had just reached a spattering of trees when he smelled blood. Quietly he stalked towards the scent.
The sight that met him caught him off guard. It was a wolf, or what had once been a wolf at least. It was torn to bits. Blood coated the area. Steam still rose from the corpse, so this hadn't happened too long ago. He caught the scent of another; the murderer, he assumed. Padding around the outside of the blood pool, Ash came to a set of blood coated paw prints that sauntered off into the distance. With a growl, he started forward. The brute was headed straight towards the pack.
Darting off again, he howled, demanding that the pack be on high alert. He ran as fast as he could. Though it was night, he could make out a dark shape in the distance. Pulling his ears back, he pushed himself to reach the beast before it reached those that he needed to protect.

Pipaluk- Straggler- 97 Summers

Seeing the white wolf run off, she watched after him. "May the ancestors keep that one safe." Then she turned to the side, contemplating Nanuq's words. She nodded her grizzled, shaggy head before turning her attention to the young, dark female beside her. "My name is Pipaluk. I am...was... Keeper of the Past for the TangleTail Pack. They're long gone now." The old one brushed it off, saying this last bit matter-of-factly. "A madness took them. They killed each other. Not many notice an old ghost like myself, though." She chuckled to herself, flashing her one remaining canine.
Looking to the young wolf, she shook her head and followed the females gaze into the distance. "Your brother is in danger, young one. There's an order to things and he's about to disrupt it. Not that his sacrifice won't be accepted, mind you." Distracted, she whispered to her invisible companion, then turned back to the female, her voice grave. "You must go or you won't see him alive again. I will follow." Without waiting for anything from the dark wolf, she shambled on, her spindly legs and paws sinking through the deep snow with every step.

Resin- Alpha Female- 30 Summers

A retort rested upon her lips when Ash took off, speeding away from her. It was true. She was tired and she did feel weak. Nonetheless, she wouldn't have sent him off to do a job meant for her.
When the old wolf began to speak, Resin nodded. She knew of the TangleTail's. They had been one of the packs that she had met with. They had agreed to go South as well. Hearing that they were all dead, Resin's yellow eyes opened wide and she pulled her ears back against her skull. A madness? Mad wolves seemed to be crawling out of the ocean these days. "I'm sorry, Pipaluk, that your pack is gone. You're welcome to join ours." She introduced herself as the Alpha and gave the old wolf thanks for the warning, though it didn't appear that she was listening.
Yet another warning was to come, it seemed. Ash was in danger. She didn't doubt the old wolf's words in the slightest. He would meet with the black brute and it would end badly unless she hurried.
Pressing her paws hard into the snow, she threw her weight against the air, rocketing forward into a fast sprint. The fatigue made her body ache, but she ignored it as best as she could. Ash was in danger. Her body would not stop her from coming to his aid.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

(Hey, Myth + Destiny, just an FYI that Xani is a girl. ^^)

Xani
- Female - 21 - Fighter -

Xani nodded at Ahote's words. She had a bad feeling, and she didn't want to be away from the pack longer than necessary. "One Resin and Ash return, I'll take the hunters out once more. It'll be much safer that way." She turned then, glancing over the pack. It seemed that most everyone, save for the fighters and Attican, were hunkering down or already asleep. She was just starting to feel the ache in her own limbs, but she couldn't sleep until Resin returned. Even then, she would most likely MAKE her alpha sleep while she watched. She wanted to tear apart the straggler with her own fangs.

As Ahote spoke again, she turned back. "She didn't come back yet? Huh. She must be slower than I thought..." She turned away once more, but froze as she spotted a figure. She relaxed when she noticed that it was just the fae from earlier. "There she is. I'll bring her back. When she comes, make her sleep near wherever you will be. Not near Grimshaw, or any other members. She's weak, but I'm starting to have issues with loners..." She had been one herself, for most of her life. She knew how they operated, how cruel and merciless they could be. She trotted towards the fae, stopping once more. "Glad to see you made it. My name is Xani, and I am a fighter for this pack. Go down there, to the other fighter." She motioned to Ahote with her nose. "He will watch you." She turned and sat down, the slight hill being a great vantage point. Ahote and Attican could watch the pack itself. She preferred to be alone and scan the horizon.


Junco
- Male - 15 - Omega -

Junco smiled as River finally decided to get some sleep. The small pup snuggled up next to him. Her determination to stay awake was adorable, but his assumption had been right- she was actually very tired. She shifted a bit so some snow covered their bodies for warmth before closing his own eyes.

[BlackJaguar]

Attican

73 - Brute - Keeper

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Once the brute had gotten the masses of the pack to huddle up together for rest, Attican and found himself a nice perch at the top of a lip of a snowbank. Right below him were the wolves, shielded on one side by the said bank of snow. Despite his body's urge to have him rest the Keeper would never allow it. Resin and Ash were gone and Ahote, Xani, and the few fighters were strained enough as it was to see, nonetheless protect. Nighttime carried a blanket of dark and the need for rest with it, a most dangerous of times for something to get preyed upon.

His eyes squinted in the moonlight, trying to make out each shape and do a headcount. Thankfully the moon was waxing into its gibbous phase, allowing more light to see in the nighttime for his older eyes than days before. The few left in charge shuffled around like ants, Xani coming in and out and Ahote going to meet her, undoubtedly discussing what she had seen. He sat there on his perch, ears swivelling for traces of sounds.

"Keeper, how does one forgive, when the hurt is still there?"

Despite his constant vigil on his perch, Attican still had this question roaming around his mind in contemplation. Ahote had asked him, albeit rhetorically, this before everyone had dispersed to flank out and the brute still held it on his thoughts. Attican did not know much of Ahote's past, never went to ask him as it wasn't his place to do so, but he knew that he had been a former Alpha of another pack and after some events that took place, now took residence with them as a Fighter. The question though ran true in the Elder's heart as he had dealt with hurts of his own kind in his years. If the Fighter ever came to him for an answer to it, he'd surely have one for him.

The Keeper yawned, white teeth flashing for a moment in the moonlight. His head tipped to the side as he looked out, straining very hard out into the distance. Slowly a figure got closer, a whiter blob on the horizon. He was about to send out an alarm call when Xani seemed to take notice too. However the female did not act hostile towards the newcomer, instead she appeared to have already known the wolf in question. All of Attican's senses bore down on the new situation, facing away from the ice shelf and anything that direction.

{{Ah man Res, what a night it sounds like. Wow, amazing work though, I am very happy that you were able to save him. Wow.}}

[myth;]

(Sorry about that L.e.o.n.a.r.d.o.TMNT. DX )

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Holly
15 winters . fae . with Xani/Ahote
The Unpredictable Loner
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Despite her exhaustion, Holly was still able to focus on the pack fae that approached her, for it wasn't lack of sleep she was suffering from but lack of calories thus energy.
Cautiously lowering herself closer to the ground, the white fae took in all of Xani's words and nodded in thanks, her voice seemingly have fled her during her panicked race to catch up with the pack. Tail tucked between her hind legs and ears relaxed to the side, Holly approached Ahote with caution, ready to act if something were to go wrong and she had to fend for her self. Once at the wolf's side, the fae led down and was very quiet; even her breathing was nothing more than a calmed breeze.

(WB)

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

Curse
{{Fae||Straggler||guarding||

Once the pack made bed for the night, she could not sleep, she could smell his sharp tang from the distance and her fur bristled, her body was on edge ready to launch herself at the monster who had taken everything from her. She paced in ever widening circles her gaze searching the dark night, hoping she would see the monster before he could attack the pack, before he could harm another innocent, she prayed to the gods that sent him on his path that she would taste his blood on her fangs before her life was over. She paused her body stiffening as an echoing howl came bouncing at her from every direction, with a cold snarl she closed her eyes and listened as the howl faded away into the swiftly gathering night. Growling softly she listened and heard faintly the yelps of terror and new The dark one had taken another life, even before his joyous howl filled her ears, chilling her to her very soul.

She began circling again, but now only making a half circuit around the sleeping pack, before she turned back and made her way back, she could pinpoint his general direction thanks to his murderous ways, but now where he would come from, which side, who would pay the price if she dropped her vigilance even for a second. She drifted her gaze to Attiacan, who sat alone atop a small slope, to the two pups River and Bello, To the Omega Junco, the the Dark wolf who she'd pushed on to continue this journey. She growled, no they would not feel his claws, they would not feel his brand of death she would make sure of that. She growled and with out even thinking it she tossed her head back and howled all her anger to the heavens, her body vibrating with the song, her eyes closed, her ears back, she was shocked when a second voice joined her's, a young voice but it was coming from a short ways behind her.

Mirage
{{Brute||Omega||10||guarding|}}
Mirage and shred his childish ways quickly and yes he was tired, and would give anything to curl up with the other pups and sleep, but the edge in the cold air had him up and moving, checking the sleeping packmates, he wandered closed to Attican checking in on the Old keeper before continuing his journey, he noticed Curse pacing back and forth about a mile out, but decided to leave the older scarred Fae to her own devices for the moment, he too had heard the echoing howl, but not the more frighting cries of death. He shook some ice from his pelt and continued pacing and nearly leapt from his own dark pelt when Curse began singing, anger, and anguish, loss and pain, but all blood and anger and promise of death. He felt something stir inside of him at her calls and with out even waiting for permission he sprinted to only a few yards from the scarred Fae and added his own threatening and angry tones to her cries.

Drago
{{Brute||Loner||49||Following the Scarpaw pack|}}
Drago was in high spirits after his murderous rampage on that foolish young fae, he licked at his fangs he could still taste her upon his tongue, the constant buzz with in his skull was silent for the moment. He padded along now, listening to all the talking going on. Ah they did not take him seriously he was alright with that, it would make murdering them so much easier. He paused tilting his head as he listened to an oddly echoing call, one that told him of an injured pup, one that could be easily lured out for him to murder. He barred his fangs in response to this, he did not wish for an easy death, no he planned to make all suffer, he lusted for the joy of death, and murder to sate the monster that lived between his ears. He growled lowly and then lifted his muzzle just slightly and sent a low undulating tone to the brute who had made the offer, come to me, it said, come to me and we will speak of your plan....come to me.

He grinned now as he sat upon the icy ground wrapping his black tail around his white paws, which were really more red now from the blood of his latest victim to await his next victims arrive.

Kuolema
{{Brute||Loner/fighter||14||traveling south
Kuolema had been on his own for almost 6 moons now, He had argued for days with the Alpha Mikath, who had said that going south was foolish, that the gods did not wish for them to go that way, the gods be damned Kuolema thought, the gods had killed his siblings, had driven his father to murderous madness, and of his mother he knew not. His white and black form skimmed easily over the ice and snow, he was just running for the moment for the pure joy. He had not left the area of the pack he'd been living with immediately, but when he watched in silent helpless horror as a huge wall of Ice fell into the dark waters and the huge wave had sucked every last living thing from the pack lands, he had left, he had tried so very much to warn Mikith, but the old Alpha felt he was wiser then one he thought of as a pup.

But Kuolema had not been a pup in many summers, in fact if he thought on it he'd never really been a pup, he'd begun training to do what his father wanted the moment his eyes opened at 10 days of age, and now here he was 14 summers, racing towards the south, towards a vision of red. His father had insisted at one point his visions and dreams of red were that of the blood the two of them were to spill together, but Kuolema never found the joy in murder that his father had.

That was why the young brute found himself just floating along the ice, stopping to hunt and rest when he felt the need to, and doing as he wished for the first time in his short life. His white and black coat blended well with his surroundings, as he moved along easily now. He came upon a few sites of death which he had no doubt were his father's doing, but did not stop to look for the crazy old wolf, the further away he got the better for him, for everyone. His father perhaps would be eaten by the cold dark sea, and he would never worry again...but then again when are things ever that Easy.

[Resin]

((While we're waiting for Grimshaw to encounter Drago, I figured I'd bring up the next event that I have planned for the story. Pipaluk mentioned a madness taking over her pack. I plan on having either another pack stricken with madness attack our pack, or have either ice bears or ice cats attack with hunger-induced madness. Everyone would be able to battle, should they wish since could be any amount of attackers.
If anyone has anything else that they'd like to see in the story, just let me know. Feedback and ideas are always welcome since this isn't just my game. It's all of ours. (:))

[wildwolf13]

I thinks that's a good idea, maybe not With ice bears, but cats?)

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

((Oooh cats! I like cats! LOL, but yes I like this idea a lot, seriously this is the second longest i've managed to stay interested in an RP on here, I ussually end up getting ignored I am so happy I am not being so, sense I can ussually only post once a day if I'm lucky lol))

[Soriams]

((Amazing work with that poor kitty, Resin! He surely owes you his life.
Madness sounds interesting, but I think it could be interesting to have madness come from within. We could each create disposable characters that have been infected that turn and attack the other pack-members. [Because writing death scenes is fun!] However, the external one could be fun too. Or maybe both? Like the other pack attacks first, then some of the pack members turn as well? Meh, I'm rambling now, but you get the point.))

Ahote
Male | 36 | Fighter
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As Ahote spoke with Xani, a figure appeared on the horizon, and he was on his feet in an instant. Tail up and head high as he squinted at the shape, trying to make out just who it was and what their intentions were. A white wolf standing against the silvery moon-lit snow, it was nearly impossible to tell what their posture was. Luckily, Xani recognized her as the loner she had met before, and he relaxed a little. When Xani offered to go collect her and bring her in, Ahote nodded, "Yes, good idea. I'll keep an eye on her until we can introduce her to Resin."

While he waited for the straggler to approach, Ahote lets his eyes wander over the pack. Attican has settled directly across from him, and though it is impossible to tell in the darkness, he feels as though he meets the Keeper's eyes for a moment. They both knew that in his heart, the fighter still carried a terrible burden. At some point, he would need to seek the elder's ear, but for now, there was no way he could risk the safety of the pack for his own troubles. The rest of the pack seemed to sleep peacefully enough, but for one lone wolf who seemed unable to sleep, circling and pacing at the outskirts. He could only assume that the dark shape belonged to Curse, as she had become more and more agitated as they traveled, and he had made the leap to assume that she has a history with this bloody straggler that now stalks them. Whatever the cause though, he was glad for the extra pair of eyes, as he was certain that nothing so large as a hair would pass her glare. Then, as he looked back to the place where Xani went, he can see her slitting off to take up guard a little further out and the white straggler is now headed towards him.

As she drew near, Ahote sat back on his haunches, not wanting to seem too intimidating. Very thin and looking utterly exhausted, she seemed to be quite young, perhaps only a few years older than Mirage. Without even so much as a greeting, she settles down next to him in utter silence, and the former alpha looked at her with a bit of uncertainty. One ear tilted back, he waited for a few moments before settling back down into the snow next to her. "Welcome to Scarpaw pack, my name is Ahote," he said, speaking in a soft voice so as to not startle her. As big as he was, the former alpha could be surprisingly gentle when he wanted to. "Have you been traveling for a long time? he asked, but almost before the final word was out, Curse lifted up her head in song and was soon joined by Mirage. Angry and mournful, it confirms his previous suspicions that she knows the wolf that follows them. Not wanting to add his voice to theirs and risk waking the entire pack, he simply shakes his head and turns his attention back to the white wolf beside him.

[Hannah Elise]

River
4 summers; female grey wolf pup

Sleeping

Grimshaw
27 year old Male Loner Wolf

Opening his eyes Grimshaw flicked his ear at the sound of the loner calling him. Standing up slowly he shook himself to get rid of the snow before bounding towards the call. Grimshaw was glad to be helping the loner male but he had no idea what was really going to happen. After awhile of bounding towards the call Grimshaw eventually made it and could see the male in the distances, he stopped suddenly a couple of steps away unsure about what this loner wanted him to do. Sniffing the air Grimshaw felt like her should of taken the pup with him sitting down he waited for the male to make the first move but honestly Grimshaw was still glad and proud that he would be of some help to this loner.