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Post by silverpelt12 on Apr 25, 2008 19:21:48 GMT -5
Lirenia would help, she knew it was the last thing she could do. She pinned down the young wolf, "I'm sorry Rye, Vera, you are too far gone to survive, I'm going to help you, young one," She hated to do this, she hated all who did this. She knew it was for the best though and bent down, her teeth aiming for the skin of her neck. She didn't want Rye to have to hurt himself so.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Apr 25, 2008 19:45:00 GMT -5
Rye backed away, allowing Lirenia to take his place. He turned around, helping his sister with lifting Mist into the healer den. As they laid their leader to rest, they turned to hear another thunderous growl.
Three wolves, all rabid and foaming horribly at the mouth, blocked the den's only exit. Winnie and Rye were suddenly cornered.
Vera kicked and scratched desperately at Lirenia, suddenly hysterical. She was sobbing into the skies, thrasing with the pain and agony of her disease.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Apr 25, 2008 19:51:20 GMT -5
Lirenia made it quick. Piercing the skin and snaping the neck to make it nearly painless. She then sprinted, Bree at her side as the tackled the rabid wolves. "Keep. Mist. Safe!" Called Lirenia.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Apr 25, 2008 20:01:52 GMT -5
Vera snapped, gone an instant later. Her sightless eyes gazed out at the tormented forest, out to the foreign, misted portion of land to the south. The happenings there could define whether or not the packs would live to see another sunrise...
The wolves fell a little too easily...the sickness seemed to intensify.
Winnie was hunched over, coughing up much blood. Rye was on his side, gasping terribly for air. Mist, too, could barely keep her breathing straight.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Apr 25, 2008 20:08:54 GMT -5
There were too many. How could she do this to her pack. She felt horrible. Where was Adrian! Where was Lily Pad?
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Post by Sheera on Apr 25, 2008 20:32:47 GMT -5
Adrian burst, almost on que, bloodied and terror-stricken. He had run into trouble as he had collected herbs. He knew something was wrong so he had immediatly reported to camp.
He glared out into the rabid wolves.
Golden wolf help us...
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Apr 25, 2008 20:33:09 GMT -5
Mist finally woke from her state of losing a life. She looked around, taking in the surroundings. She could still taste the rabid insanity in the air, and it was more than just a lingering. She stood, slowly and shakily at first, but then steadily. Moving between Bree and Lirenia, she breathed, "Keep this den safe, whatever you do. There are similar attacks ocurring in other parts of the camp and terra ;; I'm going to see how bad the damage is and what I can do to help," she told them, the disappeared into the thick fog.
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Post by Sheera on Apr 25, 2008 22:25:48 GMT -5
Mona's eyes were wide with rage. Her fur bristling angrily. She searched for one in particular, her eyes fumed with hatrid as they landed upon on the form of the alphess. She glared hatingly at the alphess.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Apr 25, 2008 22:40:44 GMT -5
"Mona...?" Mist felt her heart drop.
Sheera...I'm sorry. Mona could've been so much more than this....and the sickness came and stole her away. I'm so, so sorry Sheera...
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Post by Sheera on Apr 25, 2008 23:01:59 GMT -5
"Well, well, well... if it isn't our great alphess!" Mona growled menacingly at Mist.
Her tail lashed with indignanty, her eyes flashing in a mad, crazed way.
She felt her heart jerked with sadness and guilt until she was ripped back into a see of undisturb hatrid and anger.
Her mouth foamed, blood dripping along with her saliva, her eyes twitched as her world was oblivion. She only knew of hatrid and anger, in which she glared haitngly at the wolf in front of her.
"You must feel so... proud as you strut around with you pack dying all around you. See here alphess, if I was alpha things would be different, my pack would be strong and we would own the other packs... they would bow down to us or die... so listen closely. I'm going to kill you, then kill the son of a cat beta and dispose of the proxy as well. I will have followers, and we will be strong!"
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Post by silverpelt12 on Apr 26, 2008 13:32:41 GMT -5
Lirenia saw Mona. She nosed Bree, Bree woke and saw Mona aswell. Sheera's kin. Threatening her alphess, no this wasn't going to work. She ran her pawsx hitting the ground hard. Her silver fur falling off. She tackled Mona, "No Mona, you wont kill anybody! Mona, this isn't you, this is the desiese speaking, listen to me!" she barked.
Reason heard Bree's yellings and bounded over. She stood gaurd where Lirenia and Bree had been called away from. She watched the healer's den and called, "Adrian, are you alright?"
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Post by Sheera on Apr 30, 2008 23:34:42 GMT -5
[hold on... let us finish this... real quick...]
Mona barked crazily up at the wolf, her jaws snapping ather, saliva foaming from her mouth. She struggled with all her might, her fangs snapping closer with each struggle. "I. Will. Kill!" she barked up at the wolf.
Adrian nodded frequently and raced into his den, awaiting for the sicker, most injured to come in.
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