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Post by mudfang on Mar 10, 2008 20:01:44 GMT -5
Dusty flexed his claws, sinking them into the dirt with frustration. The fae's silence made him frustrated.
Blair shared and glance with her brother. This was bad... very bad...
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Post by Sheera on Mar 10, 2008 21:18:18 GMT -5
[oops sorry nightshade ^.- ]
Sabela closed her eyes tight as they flashed a mad emotion. As she relaxed she whipped her gaze to Nightshade showing pure fear, not for her, but for the coming effects of the sickness. She shook from head to tail as an unwilling shudder struck her, then she peered at Nightshade through blue optics. She gave a quick nod then whispered, "You may take who you must."
Usually she would've told Nightshade to take certain wolves, but at that moment her mind flushed and blacked out and her eyes blinded with a glaze of red liquid, yet only her could see it. Her eyes twitched as she tried to fight off the determined illness.
In a matter of seconds she was curled up on the ground, her eyes squeazed shut as her mind battled the illness like a Sparton.
Soon one eye opened a fierce look blazing and the large she-wolf stood up, shaking fiercely. Her ears pinned to her head, her legs trembled and she collasped to the ground sending rocks jutting off the rock she sat upon.
Loosing a life? No. The great amount of energy she used as she felt an overpowering mad-rage ripple through her, had drained her energy to a mere thread.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Mar 11, 2008 14:26:17 GMT -5
Accalia pricked her ears. "What's wrong with Sabela? She doesn't look okay."
"Does anyone?" coughed Gaara. He stood up, the tip of his tail twitching. He was planning to leave now, but he was watching make sure no one saw him. He whispered into his sister's ear: "Wait here, don't follow me. I fear I won't be coming back."
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Post by shady on Mar 12, 2008 16:47:08 GMT -5
[Erm, am I allowed to just... post here? Eheh.. as you can tell, I'm new.]
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Mar 12, 2008 16:58:13 GMT -5
((Well, hmmm... Most people have their wolves as loners before they actually join a pack. Like if Bob was in Siverian Pack, you would put that in his bio, then post a joining message in the territories. Yea, that's what most people do.))
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Post by shady on Mar 12, 2008 18:28:53 GMT -5
(okay, thanks. ^^)
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 12, 2008 18:42:19 GMT -5
(ACTUALLY, Acca, you have most of YOUR characters join that way. Usually you play as if you're in the pack the whole time, unless specified by your bio. You can do either or  ) Nightshade's eyes widened. She'd been about to call the names of the wolves for the search, but her words were cut clean from her. Something was happening to Sabela... "Sabela?" she woofed, hesitant. Annelise felt the bile rising in her throat... The sickness had completely overtaken her alphess. Working swiftly, she dashed into the medicine den, eyes locked on the plant known as nightshade. She waited, ears pricked for sounds from the clearing. She didn't want to use it if she didn't have to... |
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Post by shady on Mar 12, 2008 19:14:52 GMT -5
The young femme wasn't sure of herself... this pack appeared ill and she had a devestating feeling that it would be only a few days before she took on the illness as well. She stayed close to the edge of the camp, a little unsure of herself in a place such as she was. Gaze was shifted from watching the pack to seeing her brother walk over with a soft growl to alert her of his presence.
Solka's hazel gaze locked with that of his sister as he walked over, intense stare waved over the pack. "Solka, everyone looks horribly ill..." She began, and as if reading her mind, Solka finished: "Were going to catch it." Kamar nodded slowly, wondering why the Herb Healer's could find no cure... this was obviously no regular epidemic of the usual.
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Post by silverpelt12 on Mar 12, 2008 20:17:34 GMT -5
Rebenior passed the two ladies and began coughing unstoppably. His grey fur was ragged and his eyes were pained. His sides heaved and he gave a sheepish smile to the faes. Then when he looekd up he sneezed right in one of thier directions and stumbled away.
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Post by shady on Mar 12, 2008 20:37:30 GMT -5
Trying to keep herself from gagging on the scent of illness and death, Kamar looked helplessly at her brother. Silvery fur had yet to become ragged and patched, she was fine... at the moment. Staring at the abruptly appearing male, she didn't have the time to move away as he sneezed. A barely audible, 'Ack!' was emitted from the fae's mouth as she shook herself entirely and then rolled, hoping that, in some dazed wish, this wouldn't have caused her contact with the virus. Of course, somewhere deep down, she knew very well the instant she had stepped paw upon the terrain, she had been infected, because it wasn't just the Siverian Pack that had been struck down with disease.
The silvery male said nothing, nor did he move. For many moments, Solka just stood there, realizing, he too, would soon be infected. 'Look around you idiot, there isn't a soul here that isn't infected. It reeks of death and illness, and the Herb Healers can't find a cure.' He growled into his mind, but his hazel eyes gave way to no emotion. He had a feeling, this would be a hardship for all wolves.
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Post by mudfang on Mar 12, 2008 20:45:18 GMT -5
Dusty dug his claws into the ground some more and flexed them. The mud in the clearing seeped between his ragged claws. He glanced around at the haste and confusion in the clearing. Was it that... oh no. Of course not. It couldn't be happening.
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Post by Sheera on Mar 12, 2008 21:51:42 GMT -5
Sabela's eyes rolled under her lids until one of her beautiful blue eyes flickered open, but it this moment her eyes were filled with a dread for this awful sickness. She opened her mouth to speak but only a small squeak was released, then soon a low rasp.
"Nightshade, you're in charge. I'm not sure I'll be back, but I cannot further put this pack in danger nor any of the packs."
It took the remaining of her energy to open both eyes and push herself to her feet. She bowed briefly to her pack and dragged herself to the entrance of the camp. She paused at the entrance and her muscles tightened as a mad rage corrupted her thoughts. She squeazed her eyes shut and curled into a tight ball. Soon, as a violent shuddered rippled across her body, she lept to her feet and as if it took all her energy not to turn and attack she lept through the entrance and howled:
"Soon pack, I will return, fine and well, don't meet the packs and do not tell! I will restrain order before the day, the leaders have something big to say! Soon my pack, soon I will return my loves, soon my little turtle doves!" her voice didn't fade, but came to an abrubt stop as her howl halted. Her riddle was told, her easily solves riddle... hopefully.
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Post by shady on Mar 13, 2008 13:45:19 GMT -5
Staring with round, mocha eyes, Kamar looked at her brother Solka in a mood of curiosity, and fright. She knew that this illness was sweeping over the packs like an ocean wave over the beach. She didn't know where her leader, Sabela, planned on going to. Nor did she know of how her fate was to turn. 'A fork in the road.' She thought, anxiety clawed at her belly like an attacker had pinned her down. What was going to happen to them? Deciding to get away for a while, Kamar stood, shook, and let out a small cough. 'Cough?' She asked herself silently, before padding away from Solka and through the entrance, just going for a short walk.
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The silvery male turned from his sister to stare across the pack's expanse, silently pleading for some kind of cure. His gaze slid to where his sister was calmly making for the entrance, he knew that she was more than likely going to get away from it all... the scents, and sounds of illness and death. It was painful just watching the wolves around him cough and loose their fur until they had only patches left. And what was more painful: Was that he knew he was going to have to watch his own sister, and himself, come to this state too. Black tipped ears listened to everything, whilst he stood there.
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Post by Kismet//Accalia on Mar 13, 2008 14:46:43 GMT -5
(ACTUALLY, Acca, you have most of YOUR characters join that way. Usually you play as if you're in the pack the whole time, unless specified by your bio. You can do either or ) ((Nuh uh! I've seen many people do that all the time than just me. Keep your eyes open and watch, I'm not a tattle teller so I won't say.  )) Accalia sat confused about what her brother said and what just happened. I'm a turtle dove? I thought I was a wolf. She sneezed and shook her head. "What's going to happen?" She wasn't really asking anybody, but was hoping she would get answer. Gaara flicked his ears, eyes staring at the camp entrance. "Well, I'm going now. See ya." He walked calmly out of the clearing, his chin raised. |
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Post by shady on Mar 13, 2008 21:10:40 GMT -5
While his sister had gone for the walk, Solka listened to the irregular sounds of the pack, functioning to spite the illness. As he heard another speak, his ears twitched as he turned to look at her. He wasn't sitting far away from her, so he took the oportunity to speak: "I don't think anyone knows the answer to that." His voice was quiet, but in a way, strong enough to be heard around the entire clearing. The silver-grey male padded over to the fae, claws tipping the ground which he stepped.
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