((Strange post is strange… But I didn't have any idea what to do with Ahote otherwise.))
Ahote
Male | 46 | Fighter
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Ahote felt a whole lot more together than he looked apparently, as Resin seemed to hear not a word he said. Which then brought on the worry as to wether or not he was actually saying anything at all, or just thinking it to himself in his head. Soon, the pack began to move, and the commotion caused Attican to awake with a start. The poor Keeper was just as befuddled as Ahote, and in a panic tried to follow the rest of the pack as they moved off. Resin called him back though, and he followed close behind her as she went to comfort him, tail wagging gently behind him in hopes of helping to calm him.
"Me too, Attican. We wouldn't leave you behind," he said, smiling a bit. However, neither of them heard him, and Resin soon turned away, heading back the way they had come.
Confused as to why Resin would go back when all three of them were well not their way, Ahote turned back again to follow, listening carefully as she spoke of her vision, and the strange creatures that threatened ScarPaw. The fighter had no idea of what she spoke, and in all honestly, was actually quite curious to see one for himself. However, if they were as dangerous as she said, that was a profoundly bad idea. Shaking his head, he picked up his pace to catch up with Resin, only to find her stooped over another wolf. Wandering who it could be, he peered curiously at the ball of reddish patchwork fur, not recognizing the pelt. After a few moments though a strange feeling began to creep over him, the right side of the tired wolf was covered in angry red burns, just like those he had sustained. After another round of worried pestering, the head lifted a bit, and Ahote felt his blood run cold. He was looking down on himself.
How? How could this be? Ahote wondered, feeling his heart pound with fear in his chest. Surely he wasn't dead, as his side still hurt like heck. You didn't hurt when you were dead, right? Maybe it really was someone else. There was that little room for denial, as he had never really looked at himself before, but still, there was this horrible certainty in him, and he knew that is was true. Panicked, a whine flowed up into his throat, and he keened, prancing from foot to foot, having utterly no idea what to do and how to reunite this part of himself with the body that lay on the ground.
Wide eyed, he spun around, looking to Attican.
"Attican! Help! I… I'm lost!" he cried, but the Keeper's eyes were squeezed shut as he listened to Resin's story, seeming to draw on long and distant memories. Turning back to Resin, he whimpered, slipping his head under her chin and running his body along her chest,
"Resin, please… Just… Hear me!" he whimpered, but the Alpha was listening to the Keeper, as he spoke of savages and their odious practices.
Growing desperate, Ahote jumped up and down in front of them like a pesky pup, yipping and howling, even resorting to nipping at their sides, all to no avail. They took no more notice of his frantic attempts than the gentle play of a summers breeze, and he grew angry in their apparent ignorance.
"What's wrong with you?!" he yelled, throwing himself against Resin's side, only to bounce off as if she were made of stone. Growling, he turned his anger inward, rounding on his sleeping form.
"What's wrong with you! Move, dammit!" he snarled, baring his teeth at himself like a lunatic.
Maybe he was mad, but at this point, Ahote didn't care so long as the two haves of himself met back up again. Reaching down, he grabbed ahold of his own scruff and pulled on it, but his sleeping form moved not at all, seeming to be just as far out of reach as the others. Digging his teeth in deeper, he tossed his head like he was shaking a rabbit, but still nothing. Panting and tired, he pulled away, a low growl in his throat. Whatever this was, it was not happening, and if it thought it could happen, then he wasn't going to let it. Crouching low to the ground, he leapt just as Resin turned to nip at his other self's rear end, and fell back into his own body.
The next instant, Ahote awoke in a panic, fear flooding his system like he had never felt it before. Even when the sun itself had brought its light down on him from above, he had not been as afraid as he was now. In an instant, he was up on his feet, even the pain of his burns and over-taxed limbs not enough to break through his terror. Eyes rolling white in their sockets and ears pressed tight to the back of his skull, he scrambled away from the other two, cowering against the side of a burnt out tree. Panting hard, his heart thundered in his chest so hard that he could hear the rush of blood in his ears and he shook from it, taking in great gasps of air.
Eventually, reason started to creep back into his mind, and Ahote was able to push back the fear long enough to actually process the last things he had heard Attican and Resin say. Already the memory was strange and distant, but at the same time, all too real in his mind. Head swiveling from one to the other, he steadied himself as best he could, and forced himself to stand up. He then shook his fur, biting his tongue to keep from crying out when it pulled on his burns, dwelling on the pain to let it root him firmly on this side of existence.
Finally in control of himself, Ahote cleared his throat, suddenly feeling more than a little bit embarrassed by his actions. Pulling all the pieces of himself back together, he shook his head, looking back to Attican, who had been the last to speak.
"N-no… I don't think we can hide," he began, offering no explanation for his sudden outburst.
"You say they are hunters, right? So are we, and I know for a fact that no prey could ever hide from us once it was seen. Our only hope is to outdistance them, throw them off the trail and disappear" he said, silently hoping that they would just let this all pass. Any time his mind went back to what he had experienced, fear once again threatened to take him, and he swallowed hard, once again pushing it aside. For now, all they could do was hope that their two legs would tire faster than ScarPaw's four, and they would all make it out of this alive.
Lani
Female | 57 | Hunter
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Lani nodded smartly to Pilot's suggestion that they split up,
"I think that's a good idea. After all, everything here is already dead, so I don't think we have to worry about needing to bring anything down. Just stay within sight, as it might be hard to find our way back if we go too far. Everything looks the same…" she said, eyes traveling over the endless black mass of burnt trees and ashen earth.
"If you get turned around, call out. I'm sure someone will be awake back at the pack to answer your howl," Lani said, knowing nothing of the dangers they could bring down upon them all.
Watching the two split up, Lani turned back to the cooked beast she had founded, and decided to see if she could indeed move it. Locking her teeth onto the leg that protruded from the toasted animal, she pulled, only to have it break off in her mouth. Spitting out the brittle bone, she stuck out her tongue, trying to rid it of the charcoal taste that was left on it. With a huff, she turned back to the thing, grabbing it a little bit further down, only to have the same thing happen again. It seems as though whatever had once held this thing together was no longer in effect, and everywhere she touched it it simply fell apart. Furthermore, it seemed to be firmly stuck to the ground as though melted there. Apparently at this proximity, the sun was able to melt just about anything, and not just the ice and snow.
Muttering grumpy words under her breath, Lani dug her paws into the soft ground around it, loosening its grip on the soil. After a few minutes of flurried digging, she was able to get her nose under it and flip the whole mess over. Looking at the now formless mass of blacked muck, stuck with stones and twigs, she felt her stomach flip and she backed away from it. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all…
After taking a moment to compose herself, Lani went back to the thing and scraped much of the inedible junk off of it, including the burnt hide and foreign objects. It now looked much more appetizing at least, more like a naked, brownish pink carcass, with only a few spots of hair left. This she was able to grab onto and drag across the ground with no problem, and decided that it was good enough now to bring back. Wondering just how the others were fairing, she dropped it and looked out into the forest for them. Wherever they had gone, their forms were now blocked by the crowd of trees and she threw back her head letting out a howl, asking them to report back. Though not over loud, it carried easily through the trees, completely unaware if her words reached ears other than otiose of her fellow hunters. Lani hoped that they had found something, as what was left of this mess was not much bigger than she was. If nothing else, she could at least share what she had learned, and help them dig them out.
Wolf
Male | 20 | Straggler
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Still plastered to Xani's side, Wolf listened to everything that went on around him, and understood none of it. Two legged beasts? Did they literally only have two legs like birds, or was it some strange creature who stood up and walked only on half of its legs? The possibilities tickled his imagination, and it offered up all sorts of bizarre possibilities, including something like a bear that walked on its front paws, head dragging along the ground. Shaking his head to clear it, he turned his b=mind back to what they were doing just in time to dance back from a particularly irritated wolf that Xani had just awakened.
Before long, nearly the whole mass of furred bodies was up and moving, and Wolf followed Xani up to the head of the pack. Standing at her side, he looked back over the group as they all turned their attention to Xani as she spoke, finding it uncomfortable and yet oddly satisfying to have so much attention directed towards him, or at least near him. After just a few words she was done, and as she turned and led them off, Wolf trotted along next to her, unwittingly helping to lead them southward. Before long, they began to cross over land he knew well, and without even realizing it, he helped Xani navigate the uneven terrain, he feet knowing on instinct where to go.
Before long, a quiet howl reached his ears, and Wolf turned to look to Xani.
"Someone you know, I hope? Or is that the sound of what we are running from?" he asked, his voice more curious than anything. The sound had seemed not that far off, and if it were their enemy then they would soon be upon them.