Reappearance of the Great Peace Keeper

[Sheera]

The white wolf, white as snow galloped towards a small pool of water. The wolven spirit had been gone for many, many moons, she had just, poof, disappeared. She had been watching her pack, however and did know of the battle they were in at the moment. She hadn't, however, been giving lives to her succesors, and she had given the warmth of her presense to her pack, and for that, she felt slightly off at the moment.
She hadn't seen Siveria, her dearest friend since she had disappeared, and she felt the emptiness stronger than any other.
She remembered Dusk, and how she had let him down by falling in love with Scratch, oh-how she loved the warmth of the male.
Soon, the emptiness without Scratch burned just as strong as Siveria.
She watched her pack with sorrow, as they clashed against Black Fury. They were winning, Black Fury had not done his job well, and had decided it best not to show with his troops until the last minute. That
cost him many wolves.
We can retreat now. We have done the damage that needed to be done, retreat Sheerans, retreat...

[Sivoncé™]

^{"You should never leave me home alone..."}
F E A T H E R

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Misery.
Nettle was gone, faded off into the ether with their children, Svetta and Dusk. She would've given everything to go after them, to be with them once more. But that had not happened. She'd journeyed far and wide, back to the hell and wastelands that were the Mirror Lake territories. Nothing. Not a scent, nor whisper. Nothing but desperate delusions.

And that had been the end of her search, seeing their old lands in nothing bu ashes. She's even dodged the acidic waters of the forsaken place, fought off the crazed, mutated beasts, and escaped her own destruction many a time. She'd done all she could, but she still had trouble coming to terms with that.

And what hurt her even more was her mother's disappearence. Arroyo's death had been a suprise enough, but where had Siv wandered off? And did she know that her mate was now present among the dead? She didn't know the answers to any of these questions, but she did know why her mother was missing. And she knew the cure to her mother's disease.

"Sheera?" Feather breathed, suprised. "I need your help, Sheera..."

[Sheera]

The white female thought, if only for a moment, that her dillusions that had haunted her disappearance remained with her. The dillusions of the ones she loved and cared for. The dillusions of Feather, Siveria, Dusk, Scratch, Silenthowl, Thorn, Kiara, Cloud, Yozora, and so many others. But this voice, that of Feather's, was one of the more common voices, along with Siveria's and Cloud's. She almost sighed, until she caught the strong scent of the wolven. Her mouth, half in a sigh, gasped instead.
She whipped around to see the wolf. Her tail wagging happily, her eyes bright.
"Feather! Ooh! I've missed you so much! How's your mother? Is she well?" she barked happily, with a swinged of concern.
"My help? Oh, whatever you need, I'm here!" she barked, glad to be helping out again.

[Sivoncé™]

Feath gazed at her with deep sadness in her eyes that so resembled Siveria's. How long had it been since she'd spoken to her estranged father? Her half-sister, half-brother, 'step-father'? Her mother? She didn't even recognize such a vast amount of space and time. What about Sheera? How long had it been? Fenrir? Riku? Silenthowl? Selena? Where had they all gone?

"My mother has fallen victim to nightshade poison, Sheera," she whispered, barely able to say the words. "She traded her soul so the packs could survive. Pretty soon, everything she's held dear, everything's she's worked for, even her own memories will fade into oblivion. She won't be Siveria at all anymore, just a stranger in her body. And the worst part is that she has to feed on nightshade like we'd hunt for prey...or face agony unlike any other. This worked for Siveria Nightshade; she became someone else and has few regrets. Siveria has driven herself away to die...to be taken over as a host. Siveria Nightshade might not remember or love Siv very much....but she does faintly. Enough to help save her. I need wolves from her past. Twelve." Feather murmured, looking up into Sheera's eyes pleadingly. "Twelve to reawaken her from her cages and to grant her death like we'd grant new leaders life."

[Sheera]

Sheera's eyes were wide, eyes tearfilled and agonized. Tears silently slipped down her face. She nodded at Feather's words, wishing she could be in Siveria's place, to spare her the pain. She dipped her head, her tears still flowing. The warm glow that had hovered over her coat like an aura seemed to glow a lesser color. Her tail had stopped wagging, and the happiness that had gleamed in her eyes halted completely. Replacing the happiness? Sheer pain for her dearest friend, pain added with a twinge of determination.
"12 of her past? Of her living life?" she asked.
Silenthowl... oh, how I wish I could find her.
"You, and I need to find, 10 now."

[Sivoncé™]

Feather nodded. "We'll also need some herbs and sorts, but we can get those later.....now, I'm thinking you, me, Rhain, Siveria Nightshade, Moonlight, Shiva, Arroyo, Amaya, Destiny, Night...." she trailed off, deep in thought. "She never met Destry, so I don't think it would work. Selena, probably.....and Ragnarok." Feather nodded, calming slightly.
"All we need to do is be there, she swallows this...." Feather nodded to a bundle of wintermint and yarrow at her paws. "She's going to hack that stuff up, Sheera," Feather sighed, all traces of humor gone.

[Sheera]

Sheera nodded to the names, and continued to nod when she spoke of the herbs. Her tail had restarted to wag, her eyes still were somber, yet somehow, a small glow of determination still shone bright. She nodded curtly, understanding what the wolf was saying.
"But how do we gather these wolves?" she asked, "I know how to get Arroyo, Destiny, Rhain, and Night.. but the others?"