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Post by nighty! on May 28, 2009 23:26:06 GMT -5
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[/font][/size]ernille made it toward the camp but went through the territories first, she is right now suffering with a broken leg, so she's limping, and then gots cuts on her body. She limped toward the camp when she saw a body, one of their bodies. She dragged Saskia (please appologize if I can't spell the name right, I DONT know the character even there but I did notice that she died so now I have to put up with it). The beta grabbed the scruff and sniffed it for a second. It must had been Lilly Pad who dragged the body. I have to thank her when we meet. She thought. She slowly dragged to the camp.[/size][/blockquote][/color] ((This is for to enter and start the meeting. Pernille hasn't called it but soon after she gets there or hopefully someone will help her with the body.)) |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 29, 2009 16:19:39 GMT -5
Mother....dead.
Brother....dead.
Sister....lost.
Her family, the largest in the pack, was slowly dwindling down to few. It seemed around every corner, doomsday laid in waiting to take another wolf away from her. Trianna huddled close to Kasparr, finally relieved of the burden of carrying their mother by themselves. Crow limped along next to Pernille, still helping her drag Saskia. His eyes were nearly closed, but Tria hadn't missed the wet stains of tears on Crow's face. They were on her face, too. And Kasparr's....and when Autumn woke and found her mother gone, she would have them, too. And where in Hellfire's name is Flisk?
She remembered faintly screaming his name when Saskia went down, catching just a glimpse of him battling Eurasia, but that was all. It's not his fault, he probably didn't even see you, the other wolves were all obsessed with the Sheeran scandal, too.... her better side pleaded, but the anger still boiled within her. I hate the Sheerans, the Destinians, the Siverians. They accuse us of things we've never done, they ignore us as our warriors die trying to save their wolves, and they still walk in regal pose, as if they deserve respect!
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Post by featherswift on May 30, 2009 17:50:50 GMT -5
Jolon walked into camp. His paws finally cleared of the blood. The black fur he had had not a scratch to distrupt it. Smelling, he instantly noticed dead wolves. Two wolves of his pack were among him, living. He could read each face, all bitter with the losses. No pack had helped another pack in the confusion, at least he thought not. "Where was the alpha during all this? The alpha should have been there, at least I would have, and I was," he thought to himself. To many were dead from the Yozoran's, traitors were also recongized from all packs, along with others taken by Hellfirians. Jolon should have been there to help his pack mates sooner. He grimaced at the thought of all the blood. But another thing was nagging him. To see and come close to the source of the fire smell. Part of him feared it, but another part wanted to control the hateful thing becuase of the fear. He'd teach the fire ones not to mess with him or his pack.
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Post by Sivoncé™ on May 31, 2009 15:59:41 GMT -5
Trianna looked around, gazing fiercely at each wolf that padded into the camp. Any moment now, Flisk would enter and she would explode at him in anger. Any moment, he would get what's coming for him....any moment....
But Flisk didn't come. The wolves filed in, and he wasn't there. Trianna's blood ran cold, frigid ice moving through her veins.
Dear Lupus....Flisk! Flisk's missing.
"FLISK'S MISSING TOO!" She barked sharply, the realization like a jolt of lightning. It's not his fault, I shouldn't even be mad at him -- he was taken, just like Neveria...if there is a higher power in this universe, please let them both escape alive! Or at least help us rescue them....
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Post by featherswift on May 31, 2009 18:46:58 GMT -5
Jolon looked up sharply as one of his pack members barked,"Flisk's missing too!" At first all he could do was stare. Slowly, his rage boiled up at what had happened. He never had met Flisk, but if he was part of his pack, him missing just made it worse. A snarl showed itself on Jolon's muzzle breifly. The hellfirians had captured one of his own and they would pay back twice as much, if he met them in battle. Something utterly confused him though. Hellfirians were taking hostages? "Excuse me, but why would they take Flisk? I am new to the history here and some of it will not be told to me openly," he asked, his snarl a distant memory. Curoisity tempted him to learn more about the attackers. Why this territory? Why all wolves? Why Yozoran pack?
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Jun 5, 2009 8:55:05 GMT -5
Trianna blinked through the blurry veils of her tears, looking at Jolon as he raged about. She growled low in her throat. "My sister's gone, too. Because while these wolves were taking others away, my Mom tried to stop them. She saved my other sister....but Neva and Flisk and other wolves are gone. And my mother is dead because nobody else seemed to notice." She whirled on Pernille, fires burning in the young femme's eyes. "Pernille, please tell me we'll do something about the other packs. They have blamed the Yozorans for the missing wolves, nearly brought us to war with us against the three other packs, and now this?! Pernille, will you be our alpha now?" She woofed, tired, exasperated, desperate for answers.
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Post by nighty! on Jun 5, 2009 12:31:40 GMT -5
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[/font][/size]ernille nodded to Crow for helping her dragging the body to camp. Flisk is missing? How? I didn't even see him. Where was he? I'm bad at my job. She sighed and then turned to Trianna slightly without dropping Saskia. "Crow can you take Saskia's body for a couple minutes?" She let go of Saskia. "Trianna, I'm not the alpha but I'll take responcibility as alpha until Iver decides what to do but I don't think that he's going to do anything so I'll decide what we will do. I know it's the other packs fault for blaming us for everything but they relized that it wasn't us so now they know to not to blame the other packs just beacuse they didn't like them. We'll let them apologize to us when they ask us to help them get their wolves back. We'll rescue Flisk and Neveria and if they beg really beg us, we'll get the rest of the wolves who were taken. For now, we are going to need a plan and to get to the main camp to descuss things and sleep."[/color][/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jun 7, 2009 1:10:55 GMT -5
The ebony brute paused before advancing, already uncomfortable with setting his paws on Yozoran territory. The level of discomfort only increased as he grew nearer to the Yozoran’s central camp. Healer or not, I hardly ever come this far… Yozorans don’t seem to be on very good terms with the other packs at the moment. Even a wolf of my status could be put in question.
The Siverian paused, warily eyeing the wolves filing into camp just ahead. Shade was draped over his pack like a piece of prey, his body limp and seemingly lifeless. In reality, Shade was alive, but drugged to reduce the pain. And he’s rather hard to carry Magic decided. I’m an old Healer, I shouldn’t have to deliver heavy wolves to enemy packs!
Shrugging off his doubts, Magic padded cautiously into the camp, clearing his throat to make himself known, and headed toward Pernille and the surrounding crowd. I have no quarrel with them, but that’s not to say they won’t snap my head off!
“Umm, sorry to interrupt, but I thought you might like your, um, wolf back…”
Grunting as he did so, Magic carefully set Shade onto the ground, retreating a few steps. Unnerved but not wanting to take off and leave a patient without explanation, he added, “He was not in the best condition when I found him, but he’s relatively stable now… a lot of bloodloss and a badly crushed leg sum up the worst of it. He’ll be groggy after the, uh, herbs that I gave him… needs rest…”
Magic continued to utter a slur of medical wisdom, retreating a few steps in the direction of the entrance.
Shade groaned softly as he was set down, his eyelids twitching as he stirred from his unconscious state. Although his vision was fuzzy at first, the Yozoran male made out the familiar shape of the Yozoran camp, and struggled to maintain focus.
Wow… I’ve been missing from the pack for how long now? Moons and moons… a long while. Will anyone recognize me? But it’s good to be home, I guess… and dear Lupus, my leg is killing me!
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Post by featherswift on Jun 14, 2009 16:23:59 GMT -5
Jolon eyed the wolves who had just entered. One smelled of another pack and the other hurt one was defently Yozoran, but had a faint smell of loner or outcast. He did not know this wolf, but he was glad to see at least another member come back. Jolon walked closer to Magic by a step, his pelt blending into the background. "Thank you healer, for risking the trip just to bring back a pack mate of ours," he said evenly as his eyes never left the wolf he was addressing.
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
