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Post by cowgirl on Dec 3, 2008 20:43:54 GMT -5
Her blue eyes scanned the rea for a sertine wolf, but she couldn't see them. She sighed and stiffly lad down wishing a healer would help her, but no help was to be found here. She pricked her silver ears and swivled them slightly listening to the wolves around her. She calmly looked to the sky, and smiled at the shinning stars far above her. |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 4, 2008 16:57:37 GMT -5
Nightshade fidgeted in silence from her place on the Twilight Stone, where the alphas and representatives all stood. She swallowed hard, impatient as well as the contrary. On one side of things, Sabela had been gone for the past two meetings and Nightshade should've stepped up to the plate a long way back. But how could she just go on with the assumption Sabela was deceased? As far as impatience went, the hour was growing early and the sky seemed just a slight hue lighter. The more time they wasted here, the less that could be spent on working out where Annelise and others had vanished to...
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Post by Njack on Dec 4, 2008 18:53:47 GMT -5
Nectar was lying down, watching the proceedings. Her eyes, every so often, darted from one side of the clearing to the other. I don't feel safe here anymore...
She watched Nightshade, the wolf who she had met the first day along with Freya and Sabela. Nectar didn't know where Freya or Sabela were, though...
Ligua wasn't there, since the Yozorans hadn't arrived yet, but his RPer was obviously confused as to his whereabouts.
EDIT: Fixed!
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 6, 2008 0:17:08 GMT -5
((Sorry, Njack -- I don't think Iver arrived yet...?))
Meg fidgeted, impatient for the meeting to begin. The Sheerans as a pack hadn't discussed the tornado together yet, and she'd already spotted Solaris and Moonwind limping and bleeding. She glanced around nervously, wondering how the other packs would interpret each other. A million and one different possibilities were flooding Meg's mind -- anything could happen at this point. Really, it wouldn't shock me so much if the sky itself started falling. Not that that would be much different than that tornado. Oh, geeze....I hope nothing else happened with the Yozorans, Destinians, and Siverians...
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Post by cowgirl on Dec 6, 2008 16:35:41 GMT -5
The bear of a wolf, called Darkness, slipped silently into the clearing. His golden eyes scanned around slowly taking in the others. He compared the sizes and builds of the others. He looked around for a couple wolves, but came up with nothing. He folded hishaunches under his large build and scaned the crowed around him once more. He took in all of the sites and sounds slowly. |
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Post by Destiny on Dec 8, 2008 16:29:42 GMT -5
Absorbed in the overwhelming mass of thoughts that shoved down on her, physically, like a giant boulder that was balancing precariously between should blades, Svel did not notice Milo just yet. Eyes of a voluptuous shade had the air of distance, as if they were fixated on some foreign object, miles away where no other creature could see it, and if she let them loose focus then it would disappear from existence. Though her body was average sized, as in she was neither extremely well-fed nor going hungry, the many different shades of light to sterling silver and gray in her coat held the beautiful shimmer of health to them. Eyes did not carry the gleam of sickness nor fever, but remained distant. There was nothing off about Svel, yet there was everything.
Had some wolf spoken to her? Head was tilted a little, ears flickering about, and suddenly the noise of the Twilight Clearing crashed into her like a freight train that had gone off its rails. "Sweet Golden Wolf..." Shaking her head a tad to clear it, nostrils suddenly flexed and the scent of another wolf, very close, was drawn in. The proxy brought her head upward, slowly, until her gaze was on Milo's muzzle. "....Milo....h-hello... You startled me..." She'd jumped up when all the racket of wolven voices and such had hit her, but now her ruffled fur settled down somewhat, and she returned to a sitting position, where she had been. "...I'm not used to being approached.. By any wolf...." A flick of her ear towards him then, nothing more. As if waiting for the Sheeran Proxy to say something.
A little grin had played across the almost cocky brute's face. A flick of the ear would be the only gratitude Solaris received at the moment, but if all went well, maybe Pyre would befriend the other brute. Suddenly, as if he hadn't heard anything before now, his ears seemed to open up. A little flick of his tail tip, eyes staring down at Natalia. Struck, as if something had surprised him. Then, composure regained, the brute gave a little dip of his head. Bowing? "Hey there, your name is Natalia, am I right? I've seen you around camp; you're a hard worker, I can tell. Strong spirited." Gaze was slowly, carefully, raised so that it met her own. Everything relating to Zethro and his 'teachings' momentarily forgotten. As if he thought something else should be said, Pyre managed to form a question, though his tongue felt a little tied. "Mind if I sit here?" One paw gestured towards the spot next to the femme.
-- Out Of Ear Shot Of Any Wolves That Would Be In The Clearing --
Many plots and plans had been slipping through the brute's head over the past few sunrises and 'sets. Decisions had been made, things set in stone in his mind. But of course, meeting Nightshade there, on her own territory... Well that, though accidental, though he hadn't meant for it, had racked him to the core. Every decision could no longer go through, every thought must be changed. But how could they be? The stone felt like mud, then nothing but murky water. It was an impossible decision, yet one he must make. This night would, literally, be the beginning of the end for the life of his pack here, in this home. It truly would.
With rose colored claws, the blood had dried into them and clearly wolf had not the time to bother with attempting to lick them clean, scraped loudly on the stone as he whirled around. Eyes bore into the figures of whomever was there; his entire pack, most likely. All that had come, at any rate. These were not just pawns in his complicated, strategical chess game. Each one of these wolves was a life; something to be destroyed. Something he had the power, the authority, to break and shatter. And to protect these wolves, he must now risk losing some of them. Iver stood tall, proud, dignified. Stance commanded all eyes, it was one of authority, one that signaled the wolf of old, the great spirit he had once been, still lived on somewhere inside of this new alpha. "Wolves of the Yozoran Pack, on this night there will a gathering. We are almost there now, in fact," Eyes turned to the stars, glimmering in the sky above. "I have no doubt in my mind that horrible things await us, friends, pack mates. There is not a single wolf among any of the hoard that will greet us at the Gathering whom will be on our side. There is going to be war, and we will not stand by and watch the other packs think they can control us." Iver paused, drawing in a deep breath. "Tonight, we will declare war! We will fight if things come down to it! Those fools will see that we are creatures of honor! There would be no need for blood shed if they had not seen, realized that accusations that were made were, are, false. But it is to late! We will show them! Who's with me?!" Iver's voice boomed, but it was not loud enough to reach any wolf in the Twilight Clearing.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 8, 2008 17:03:33 GMT -5
The femme's eyes opened wide as Pyre spoke, then gestured to the space next to her. Stiffly, she nodded, then looked immediately away from him. But something clicked in her mind when he mentioned her work around the camp. She sniffed, shrugging it off. "S'nothing. I do what I can. That's what every Sheeran does." ...this is weird. Yes, very VERY weird...
Nightshade swallowed the hard, cold lump in her throat. Tonight, a sense of cold and foreboding was claiming her and settling over every inch of her pelt. The she-wolf in her dreams -- she'd seen her.....her leader was missing....Iver was faced with his own duties as a pack leader.....
Would she have to head the Siverians through this all?
The possibility startled her to the core, and suddenly, she was absolutely petrified. I want to be the champion of my pack, the one that leads them into a battle for murdered packmates.....but how can I when I can't possibly hurt Iver? "We need to start...." she murmured to the other leaders."
Fireflight glanced up and nodded. "We'll give Iver another minute. The fog isn't so dense anymore because of the.....storm. I can scent Yozoran on the wind."
--Within Iver's Group--
A snarl of frigid hate rose up from a weeping she-wolf, another, slightly deeper one resounding from the chest of her mate. The two leaned close to each other, surrounded by their remaining children as well as Olive and Lyell, who were their closest friends. Saskia's glare towards Iver was merciless, but the agony and revulsion there was not directed towards her alpha.
"My....my son is DEAD! Shiro died in that storm, and they sit here and tell us we're responsible for killing?! Have they forgotten that Shade is missing, also?! What, do they think we kill our own warriors?!" She roared, flexing her claws. Crow nuzzled her cheek, slightly worried now. As enraged as he was, he now was suddenly unsure if Saskia would be able to keep her claws where they belonged during the meeting....well, would he be able to?
"We've NOTHING to prove to them!" Olive rumbled, eyes passionate and tear-lined. "We're suffering just as much -- perhaps more!"
Twig sat aside from his friends that night; a mask void of emotion hung on his face, but his umcomfortable, wandering eyes were filled to the brim with sorrow. "T-Truffle's missing, too," he woofed, voice hoarse.
His only family....gone into thin air. And now he would have to fight the last living relative he had: his Sheeran sister.
Maybe the Sheerans will stay out of it...
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Post by Destiny on Dec 8, 2008 17:45:36 GMT -5
It must have taken a lot of control for Pyre to keep the humongous grin he felt inside from spreading into anything more then a slight, normal-ish smile. Taking a step forward, or a few, the Sheeran Beta swiveled around until his gaze was settled on the other alphas. Leaning back on his haunches, he didn't fully seat. There was an apprehensive tension in the air that disturbed the wolf greatly. Pyre brushed it away for the moment, however. Attention refocusing on Natalia. "Perhaps... but not every Sheeran can perform their tasks with the grace and dignity that you do." He cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed with his sudden boldness. "Well, what I mean is..." The beta stumbled, trying to explain himself. Beneath his fur the blush grew steadily.
-- Iver's Group --
Certainly, it had to take every ounce of Iver's self control to keep the brute from bursting with a wretched, vicious joy that his pack mates were speaking now. Voicing what they meant out loud; where he could hear it. "I fear they do JUST THAT Saskia! Have you seen the way those wretches look towards us when we pass on patrols? We are not blind to their disgust and hatred! And it is MISPLACED!" Iver's booming words were rising in audibility, but still, there was no way any wolf in the clearing would be able to hear. He hoped. Rage glinting in his eyes, they turned upon Olive now. Though they were still looking at everyone, somehow. "These wolves are BLIND Olive! They cannot see that we are innocent of the crimes that they try to blame us for committing! We MUST show these idiots that the Yozorans are NOT to be pushed around! We will kill if we have to! And, if worse comes to worse, we will plot out next move, together, as a pack! WE ARE WOLVES! WE ARE THE YOZORANS! AND WE ARE NO LESS THEN ANY OTHER WOLF PACK!" It was a blistering roar, a malicious and proud cry.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 8, 2008 18:04:19 GMT -5
Natalia said nothing for a very long moment, and as heat rushed qith great intensity to her face, she shifted her eyes well away from Pyre and contemplated not speaking at all. Crickets chirruped in the few reeds that still lined the neighboring lake. Natalia stared at the flat, sickly-looking green of the lilypads -- what had happened to them? Their delicate floral centerpieces were either dead, wilted, or just nonexistant, it would appear. What happened to them......
The scent of Yozoran grew stronger and jarred her back to her senses. She shook of herself, gaze shifting cautiously back to Pyre's place, peeking to see if he was still there. She inhaled with surprise -- he still was! How long had she been absorbed in daydreams of lilypads...? I'm being rude, aren't I?
"Er...thanks." Eh....I think the meeting's gonna start really quick...
--Amongst Iver's Group--
Twig scuffed his paws at the dirt miserably.
That's what I thought. He growled softly -- inaudible to any of his packmated -- and scored the ground miserably with trembling claws. You're a heartless wolf, Iver. You fuel their rage, add wood to their fires of hate, and you don't stop to think of the ones they loved.... His thoughts lingered helplessly on Truffle, and even Shade, a respected Yozoran. They were missing! There didn't have to be a war if they could just push their pride away for a moment to freaking think---
God.....if this.....no. I know what I'm going to do if it goes down like this....
He glanced around at his denmates, but did not let his eyes linger on their merciless rumblings. He kept a nonchalant composure, not being one to get wound up easily, anyway. He bit his tongue, paws anxious, waiting.
Saskia took up the howl, the took a few expectant pawsteps forward -- the she-wolf was burning with excitement, eagerness, and defiance. The time had come for the Yozorans to fight back!
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Post by cowgirl on Dec 8, 2008 19:04:47 GMT -5
Moonwind pricked her ears and looked around wondering where Iver was. She had tried to help him, last meeting, but now she knew better than to offer help to them. She snorted softly and looked at her cut paw. A breeze ruffled her shinny silver fur around making her look like a silver cloud. Her blue eyes scanned the crowed looking for Solaris "Where did that wolf get too." She muttered softly and sighed to herself. Living The Yozoran Dream Darkness's golden eyes scanned his pack ignoring the other wolves around him. He growled softly angry that his leader was not here yet. His back stiffened as a wolf from a different pack brushed his brown and black pelt. 'What is wrong with these wolves?! talking to there packs, our enemies!' He thought bitterly to himself and looked at the sky. |
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Post by Njack on Dec 9, 2008 2:34:48 GMT -5
--Within the Yozorans--
Ligua bit his lip, drawing blood. He licked the blood off, then opened his mouth to speak. He closed it again. Perhaps this might not be the most opportune time to... Oh, screw it.
"I think..." Ligua glanced around at the other wolves, looking at their varied countenances. Some seemed ready to go to war. Some didn't. "Those wolves, the rogues that attacked all of the packs last time... Don't we have enough on our hands?"
He bit his lip again, a streak of pain shooting through where he had already bitten just moments before. "Not to be insubordinate, but... We aren't less than any other wolf pack. But, we are less than all the wolf packs combined." Like anyone was going to listen to him.
"Also, not to be a doomsayer, but right now, all the other packs can do to us now is glare. But declare war, and the entire group of wolf packs might disintegrate. Even if we 'win' this war that was just proposed, we'll be weaker against the rogue wolves..." Ligua shook his head, cutting off any further words that might have escaped his throat. I've said too much already. "Sorry. That's all."
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Dec 12, 2008 12:08:10 GMT -5
Twig blinked, drawn from his dark, maybe even crazy thought patterns by a sudden tentative speech made from a warrior he recognized as Ligua. In spite of everything, the young neophyte felt respect for Ligua swell from deep within his chest. Well, maybe it's not entirely hopeless....
Then he looked at the battle-hungering stances of his other packmates, and he realized that this thought was ficticious.
Sighing with thick annoyance, Fireflight let out the howl to start the Moonless Meeting. "Wolves of the Destinians, Sheerans, and Siverians, our meeting must begin -- we are losing moonlight!" She waited, prepared to speak first of the leaders present, for the crowd to quiet and settle.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Dec 12, 2008 17:45:27 GMT -5
Yago stood up and walked over to Firelight. "Um yes. This meeting must begin now." What the heck am I going to say? Talk about prey maybe? No, that would make us look weak. Nice weather we're having, eh? No. There were tornadoes all over the place. This is going to be the worst moonless meeting as first time leader for me. She slumped her shoulders and sighed.
Styx, still slightly annoyed, got up and walked to the edge of the clearing to watch the meeting.
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Dec 12, 2008 18:55:32 GMT -5
--In the Yozoran Group--
Black beady eyes scanned the surrounding Yozoran wolves, their familier smell wafting over Flisk. He scraped the ground anxiously with one claw, marking it. A thump of a heartbeat in his chest seemed rythmatic with the other wolves, and the pounding blood in his small black ears as well.
Iver was with them now near the Moonless Meeting. Flisk was anxious, not just because this was his first Moonless Meeting but also because of what had recently happened. Shiro had died and Trianna, Flisk's latest love target, had been crushed.
Closing his eyes, he waited for a command from Iver. The cool night air brushed his fur lightly. Flisk loved the darkness of the night. It engulfed the wolves and it made him laugh to see creatures without night vision stumble about. Suddenly Iver's voice boomed out. It told of how the Yozorans would declare war. A fear scent errupted from many wolves around him, choking Flisk. His own fear rushed through his veins along with adreneline. No longer did he wish to be here.
He listened to the wolves complain and silently cursed their misfortune. Who would ally with the Yozorans? Taking a gulp, he tapped his paws against the ground. Dread creeped over his spine and down to his dirt filled claws. Feeling dizzy, he stood close within the other wolves and waited silently, hopeful eyes scanning the darkness.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Dec 13, 2008 0:39:24 GMT -5
Magic shuffled his paws, glancing anxiously towards one edge of the forest, expecting to see a Yozoran flood pour in from the scorched thicket. The fog swirled around his ankles, but he was able to see his claws gleaming beneath the veil. He stared down at them.
Where are you Annelise...?
-- Iver's Pack --
Bain blinked, the dark scar across his right eye creasing and folding as his golden optics disappeared in a swath of ebony fur. Shiro... and Shade. Both of you should be here, but you aren't. And the other packs don't care... but we'll make them care.
Although a little hesitant for war, Bain snapped open his orbs again and uttered a supportive howl to cheer Iver on. He had full faith and loyalty in his leader-- after all, that's what packs do... they follow the leader.
"United we stand," the Proxy growled. "For our honor and our pack, we will follow you, Iver."
He glared at a few wolves who seemed unwilling to participate in a war; whatever the cost, he felt that it was his duty to support the decisions of the Alpha. And aside from that... the bloodlust-laced passion of his rogue bloodline was showing its colors, a dark price for being born outside the Yozoran borders.
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- New Moon, Shadow Walker
"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
