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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 14, 2008 12:08:29 GMT -5
The shape of a cloudy, mysteriously shimmering fae appeared from the fog of the main camp. None had questioned her entry, as they were far past questioning recent events. The Yozorans knew they were with the Sheerans, and the Sheerans knew they were with the Yozorans. It was as simple as that...or was it? It had become a law of nature; something that would be engraved with blood into the perfect surface of the Twilight Stone when war did finally break.
"Light?" She breathed, not even trying to make it formal. "We're starving." She croaked simply. "Black Fury's Gang will notice food is missing from the loner lands soon enough. The packs will object to our hunting near Twilight's domain. I know it's unlikely, but we have to try and compromise with the other leaders at the next meeting. We can't afford war right now...I'll fight if it comes to that, but we have to at least try first."
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Post by mudfang on Jun 14, 2008 12:19:29 GMT -5
The moss hanging over the door of Light's den blew in the breeze and somewhere, some happy place, a bird chirped it's delightfully gay melody. The big alpha frowned. Nothing should be happy. His pack was starving. He was dieing.
Light had been laying in his nest where Lyra had left him. He didn't have the heart to tell Mist he had lost yet another life. What life was she on? Seventh? Sixth? Third? He shook his head raggedly. It didn't matter. He had been thinking about war. But, no, it was not the answer. They had to learn to talk out problems with the packs, not just pounce on them whenever they got the chance. He sat up.
I know, Mist. He said calmly. They're just so... hard headed.
(Longest post with one wolf I have ever made XP)
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 14, 2008 12:29:53 GMT -5
Mist padded into the den, her gait somwewhat uneven. "I know, Light," she sighed. Her thoughts lingered on the war of old, when Blood Mist teamed with Night Mist and Storm Mist teamed with Shimmering Mist. No wolf really knew who won the war because, well, there really didn't seem to be a winner. The Shimmering Mist wolves had been playful and energetic, true, but they were also swift and determined byone imagination. And Storm Mist had been pessimistic and moody, sure, but they'd also been fueled by emotion, making the combination seem almost unbeatable. But then Blood Mist had their wits about them, and had always had a plan, an outline, a back up. And Night Mist had been clever to an extreme. So what gives? The Siverians and Destinians get an unfair head start...
Suddenly, and idea emerged into her thoughts.
"Light...." She sighed, knowing he might object to it. "We need to talk to Verlust and Lupus."
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Post by mudfang on Jun 14, 2008 13:01:51 GMT -5
The normally melancholy alpha felt a grin rise on his maw. He lept from his nest. You're brilliant. He breathed. Bloody brilliant!
He made a run for the mouth of the cave-like den. Let's go!
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 14, 2008 13:40:52 GMT -5
Despite the grim situation the two alphas were in, Mist oculd not supress a smile and a shimmering gaze at his words. She nodded. "All right, then. Let's do it. Seidei and Lirenia will be fine with the camp for the night." She decided. After all, they'd known she was going to see Light, anyway. She darted after him, anxious excitement flooding through her veins.
Verlust wasn't always a tyrant. She was a bloody brilliant alphess. And I grudgingly admit we owe her some...
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