Curse
{{Fae||Straggler||Alone||
Curse woke as soon as Resin called them to attention, she hadn't been deeply asleep, something was still bothering her, something was still poking at the edge of her mind. She listens intently to what Resin has to say, agreeing with what the fae has to say. She glances towards Xani, and nods once to the other fighter, soon the pack is moving and Curse does what she can, keep her eyes peeled for danger, the sick howls soon sending chills to her very core.
Panting heavily now, her heart racing, she remembers, half remembered really from so long ago, stories of a sickness. She bares her fangs as she see's a small silver form race suddenly from the tree's aiming straight for the pups. With a snarl she lets out a quick bark of warning, before putting on a sprint of speed, slamming chest first into the silverly wolf. Heeding the warning from Resin about not biting she watching the wolf roll about in the snow attacking itself. She shakes her head then turns snapping at the wolves who had stopped to watch.
"MOVE NOW!" She snarls ferociously urging them back into motion. She lets them go, scanning the tree line, She glances to the downed wolf who is howling madly, She snorts and starts running again, feeling an itching agony crawl through her. She had not come this far, not become accepted again to only face death, she would not die, and none under her careful gaze would either. She see's a pup stumble and go down in a flurry of snow, but before she can reach it and yank it back to its feet, a black form is upon it, lifting it from the snow and dropping it upon its back and running away again. She sends a quick bark to the brute who only flicks his tail in response, his attention fully on the pups he seems to have taken to protecting.
Mirage
{{Brute||Omega||10|| Running|}}
He's running, he's never hated running as much as he does now after all these days. His lungs burn, he can hear snarls and howls all around them. He keeps scanning, over and over counting pups in his head, he see's the silver form coming from the tree's and only barley see's curse knock it over, before he see's the puff of snow. His count tells him already a pup is down, he snarls fear bursting through his chest as he lunges forward clearing a packmate with a single leap he lands besides the pup, it is alone, in a small hole filled with snow, it's scrabbling to get out but can not. He is still in motion, as he darts his head down, gripping the ruff of the smaller wolf, he lifts his head quickly still running, pulling the pup behind him, he tosses it upon his back, stretching for all he is worth he runs, he can hear Curse howl behind him, but he doesn't stop, he doesn't look back, he just runs, keeping an eye on those around him, bolstering any flagging spirits, never slowly his pace.
Kuolema
{{Brute||Loner/fighter||14||traveling south
Kuolema had been keeping an eye on the pack for the time while the rested, though he wasn't going to show himself, If they've just dealt with his father, it was highly unlikely he'd be welcomed with open arms. He has padded off to the west a bit and is coming up around the pack, when something flies from the snow slamming into him, snarling and howling sickly trying to get a hold of him. Perhaps it is his youth and health that saves him, or perhaps his speed and knowledge of how to avoid his own father's mad fits. He flings himself away easily bouncing across the snow on his toes, Tail and ears up as this mad creature snarls and rages at the ground, biting a rock then suddenly flinging itself madly at a tree that was closer then Kuolema. He blinks backing away slowly keeping an eye on the animal, barring his fangs, he freezes as howl after howl fills the air, sick no message just sick and deranged. He recognizes it, it is his father at his worst he knows, he knows.
He tosses his head back hoping the pack will hear him, and know what he calls for, he is not threatening just letting them know. RUN DANGER RUN! he howls three times over before turning east he makes a run for the pack. He dodges through the trees, dodges through the madness of the wolves that have come to infect. He barley manages to clear a large brute whose maw is open and ravenous, he flings himself into the clearing and turns south racing after the pack, the only thought with in his head was safety in numbers. He will deal with acceptance late, he can see a white fae running near the rear of the pack, he is certain he will be intercepted as a danger, but then he see's a dark form burst from the tree's heading straight for the fae. He puts on a burst of speed just before the creature reaches her and slams into it head first tossing it away, he whirls and races past the fea. "Run!" He backs at her before bursting forward eying out the way the pack runs, working out things in his head. "don't bite them, don't let them bite you," He calls quickly having missed Resin's call earlier. "run, don't stop," He urges again, not caring if they listen or not. He will not see the madness of his father awake here never.
{{Fae||Straggler||Alone||
Curse woke as soon as Resin called them to attention, she hadn't been deeply asleep, something was still bothering her, something was still poking at the edge of her mind. She listens intently to what Resin has to say, agreeing with what the fae has to say. She glances towards Xani, and nods once to the other fighter, soon the pack is moving and Curse does what she can, keep her eyes peeled for danger, the sick howls soon sending chills to her very core.
Panting heavily now, her heart racing, she remembers, half remembered really from so long ago, stories of a sickness. She bares her fangs as she see's a small silver form race suddenly from the tree's aiming straight for the pups. With a snarl she lets out a quick bark of warning, before putting on a sprint of speed, slamming chest first into the silverly wolf. Heeding the warning from Resin about not biting she watching the wolf roll about in the snow attacking itself. She shakes her head then turns snapping at the wolves who had stopped to watch.
"MOVE NOW!" She snarls ferociously urging them back into motion. She lets them go, scanning the tree line, She glances to the downed wolf who is howling madly, She snorts and starts running again, feeling an itching agony crawl through her. She had not come this far, not become accepted again to only face death, she would not die, and none under her careful gaze would either. She see's a pup stumble and go down in a flurry of snow, but before she can reach it and yank it back to its feet, a black form is upon it, lifting it from the snow and dropping it upon its back and running away again. She sends a quick bark to the brute who only flicks his tail in response, his attention fully on the pups he seems to have taken to protecting.
Mirage
{{Brute||Omega||10|| Running|}}
He's running, he's never hated running as much as he does now after all these days. His lungs burn, he can hear snarls and howls all around them. He keeps scanning, over and over counting pups in his head, he see's the silver form coming from the tree's and only barley see's curse knock it over, before he see's the puff of snow. His count tells him already a pup is down, he snarls fear bursting through his chest as he lunges forward clearing a packmate with a single leap he lands besides the pup, it is alone, in a small hole filled with snow, it's scrabbling to get out but can not. He is still in motion, as he darts his head down, gripping the ruff of the smaller wolf, he lifts his head quickly still running, pulling the pup behind him, he tosses it upon his back, stretching for all he is worth he runs, he can hear Curse howl behind him, but he doesn't stop, he doesn't look back, he just runs, keeping an eye on those around him, bolstering any flagging spirits, never slowly his pace.
Kuolema
{{Brute||Loner/fighter||14||traveling south
Kuolema had been keeping an eye on the pack for the time while the rested, though he wasn't going to show himself, If they've just dealt with his father, it was highly unlikely he'd be welcomed with open arms. He has padded off to the west a bit and is coming up around the pack, when something flies from the snow slamming into him, snarling and howling sickly trying to get a hold of him. Perhaps it is his youth and health that saves him, or perhaps his speed and knowledge of how to avoid his own father's mad fits. He flings himself away easily bouncing across the snow on his toes, Tail and ears up as this mad creature snarls and rages at the ground, biting a rock then suddenly flinging itself madly at a tree that was closer then Kuolema. He blinks backing away slowly keeping an eye on the animal, barring his fangs, he freezes as howl after howl fills the air, sick no message just sick and deranged. He recognizes it, it is his father at his worst he knows, he knows.
He tosses his head back hoping the pack will hear him, and know what he calls for, he is not threatening just letting them know. RUN DANGER RUN! he howls three times over before turning east he makes a run for the pack. He dodges through the trees, dodges through the madness of the wolves that have come to infect. He barley manages to clear a large brute whose maw is open and ravenous, he flings himself into the clearing and turns south racing after the pack, the only thought with in his head was safety in numbers. He will deal with acceptance late, he can see a white fae running near the rear of the pack, he is certain he will be intercepted as a danger, but then he see's a dark form burst from the tree's heading straight for the fae. He puts on a burst of speed just before the creature reaches her and slams into it head first tossing it away, he whirls and races past the fea. "Run!" He backs at her before bursting forward eying out the way the pack runs, working out things in his head. "don't bite them, don't let them bite you," He calls quickly having missed Resin's call earlier. "run, don't stop," He urges again, not caring if they listen or not. He will not see the madness of his father awake here never.
