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Mount Jaar

Post by Zyro on Fri Jun 24, 2016 11:39 pm


MOUNT JAAR
Location: East      Hazard: High      Size: Large


Mount Jaar is the most dangerous area in the pack's territory. It is very rare that any wolves will find themselves needing to come here. Trees are thick and the soil is loose with many huge rocks scattered about, which is a recipe for disaster in the form of falling trees and rocks that will roll down the mountain side and crush everything in it's path. Mountain lions are known to meet and prowl about here.


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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Kamaal on Thu Sep 01, 2016 6:02 pm


Loose soil, towering primitive trees, scattered rocks of every shape and kind and a chilly feeling. Pretty simple, this land was becoming even more unwelcoming each second that passed. Parched leaves and fallen crimson branches with hints of agouti and tortured brown, thick underbrush embraced by splotches of mixed faded green, the perfect melancholy theme. Slate gray clouds and a thick quilt of fog touching the ground, pleasant, wouldn't you agree?

A pair of tepid eyes had already started to scan the 'land of the dead'--dead, indeed it was so silent, silent... overwhelmingly silent. Only a few concessional chirps could be observed dying and resurrecting themselves in the distance where his eyes could not reach--dim light covering the trees ahead had deemed their location impossible. A deep growl was constantly heard from his lungs, he couldn't bear it anymore. The land and his poor mind had already started to turn against him. With every movement all he could hear and see were shadows, shadows of purple, black and gray--was he dreaming? Was this just another hallucination maybe? A trick of sorts? No, no, no, no, no... This could not be, he was sane, right? Right? The last bit of his phrase kept dancing in his head "Sane, sanity, sane, sane, sane... sane..." Was he sane really? Was his mind stable, was it able to hold its ropes to avoid collision? Unknown, unknown... unknown, such thing was unknown--uncertain. Maybe it was just the lack of light and the general mood that forced him to hear things, yes... maybe it was just this.

Whipping his head around, the lad continued on, insecure steps marking his way. This portion of the land was something he had not before seen, everything here was so dead and silent... silently dead as someone would characterize it. An occasional few squirrels could be seen leaping from one tree to another with remarkable speed; at least they kept him company. Ah yes, company such a pleasant bundle of words... Someone would always be there to keep him company, even if this was for a few mere seconds. Someone would always be there, let it be that Blonde male who he managed to nearly scare off in the first place or that childish gal carrying the name of Ceara, either of them would do--they were always there for him. Well, at least in the future they could be?--Question-mark... a dull question-mark was observed on the end of this lingering inquiry. Even on that he was unsure.

Thump, thump, thump.... a mixture of constant pacing and observing was what kept him busy throughout his Sunday walk revolving around an endless dying, flat gray land untouched by man's destructive paws--paws? Was it paws? A raised eyebrow could be observed on his visage. "P-paws?" a quiet muttering was accompanying his ever-moving silhouette. "Paws it is then..." another chirp of his voice followed shortly after--it was pointless to think of that, it wouldn't be of any help in his search for that odd plant Brume mentioned hours ago. In his memory it was red... or pink? Pinkish red maybe? "Screw it" a sore frustrated snort claimed its freedom as his jowls parted, signalling his head to kick-start a violent sake. He'd find that plant no matter what, be it pink or red he'd find it eventually.

Reaching a densely wooden area, Agahi came to a stiff halt, paws and claws trying to grab each and every particle of that forsaken unstable ground beneath him to make his body stop. There it was, that... that plant--that pinkish red plant he'd never before seen in his life. Its petals seemed to be oddly long with an impressively large core rested in the middle--that was it... probably. Noting that in his mind, he arched his neck forward towards the piece of green, pink and pale red with a curious nature surrounding his gestures. Studying the pinkish purple organism didn't take long, after all it was clear what he had to do; bring it back to Brume and the rest of the medics. A quick snap at the bottom of its roots was what followed and with that, the lad spun around headed back the way he came.

Confusion and a touch of dread was what followed next; a foreign aroma, a scent which kept becoming stronger and stronger by each passing second had alerted his senses. He was no longer alone, someone kept him company, someone he couldn't place on his visual field... A ghost, a phantasm. A panicked snarl rushed itself out of his lungs, who or what was the origin of this peculiar aroma? Was it a feline, another canine? A... dog? What was it? The cracking sound of wood made him snap out of his fantasies, what was once invisible to his mere eyes was now descending down an aged bleeding tree rested to his right. Rugged fibers of beige and cinnamon was what he could see rested on top the shadowy figure. Zeroing in, a pair of copper colored orbs with pupils so small, barely visible to the eye were noted. It was clear now, it was a mountain lion, a big feline resulting in a high risk. What had once started as a search for herbs had now ended as a death sentence. The land was claimed by the cat rightfully--it was its land now, the lion had every right to get rid of any trespassers who disobeyed the laws set in stone.

With fur set on end and hackles raised, Agahi's jaws forced out another snarl, a warning if you may. Saliva oozing down his chin and thorax could be observed with ease, he wasn't going to submit this easily. With the feline roughly the same size as him the fight would be fair considering their mass was about the same, but with the cat outweighing him greatly. Scathing was what followed, it was obvious neither one of them were backing down, the feline had the advantage--it was about time after all. How long could Agahi hold on with an opponent possessing a much greater amount of brute force? Not long as the facts quickly convinced him, he was pinned on the ground with a collection of bulk and plain muscle on top of his chest. Raves both originating from his ruffled opponent and himself broke the scenery's silence--neither of them wanted to be on the bottom of the food chain, jowl snapping, scathing, scarring, there was a word for everything that took place on top some parched autumn leaves.

Crack... bones, bones breaking--the chilling bone breaking sound reached the ears of every soul which dared to cross their way. One of them had fallen, one of them could no longer stand on their feet and head the way their hearts longed--home. One of them was a feast for the crows, a blessing for any scavenger. Agathor, as Ceara would refer to him was the one... The one who lost the fight, the one whose sword broke during the battle, the helpless little rabbit who never reached home.

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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Ceviche on Thu Sep 08, 2016 9:14 pm



Ceviche


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"Tu m’as comme donné l’envie d’être moi, donné un sens à mes pourquoi. Tu as tué la peur qui dormait là, qui dormait là dans mes bras."
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The pain had died down as he moved, fervently towards the looming jagged horizon. The only thing he had to guide him was the mountain that seemed more foe than friend. It's shape was hostile and fierce, though he remembered it being much friendlier up close, when he had napped on it. Perhaps perspective was all one needed to see the true personality of things.

He thought back towards his behavior earlier, the hot burning of his skull fighting his thought process. He didn't even know that wolf, so why did she manage to upset him like she did? He didn't even remember what she'd done. (Though it was the knock to the head had accomplished that.) He vowed to apologize to her if he ever saw her again. If she hadn't left.

Guilt racked atop his already sore mind. What if she left because of him? What if she went out into the wilderness and starved to death or something? He stumbled, needing to use his full concentration to maintain his balance.

He'd leave those thoughts for later. He needed to focus on the mountain that weaved in and out of his vision as it still spun. He closed his eyes and shook his head- suddenly reminded of the weight in his jaws. He had forgotten the hare that he still held in his mouth, its body now limp and dead. It had slowly died, painfully- as he'd forgotten to end it quickly. He shut his eyes for a moment, stopping to apologize to the dead animal.

I'm sorry I forgot you, please forgive me for making you suffer. He stood still for a moment of silence and respect, before he continued on.

It felt as though he'd traveled at least twice as far as he thought he had initially come. Though the mountains were closer now. But they seemed wrong. Craggy and steep, unlike the gentle slopes he recalled. Had he gone the wrong way?

His brow furrowed in frustration. He couldn't help but let loose a snarl that worked its way around the small body between his teeth. Stupid! Stupid, stupid! Little agathor was right, at least partially right. He was an idiot.

He was about ready to lie down and give up when the scent of somewhat fresh blood came to his nose. WAs he imagining it? No. There were the calls of crows. He sniffed experimentally. It seemed like his nose was working somewhat right... or at least the scent was strong. It had to be a big animal to leave this strong of a remnant. He found his feet moving him closer before his mind throbbed to process what was going on. He ran, half stumbling towards the mass of feathers and the black thing underneath.

What were they eating? It smelled almost familiar... what w-

...

No.

He dropped the hare.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!"

He shooed the birds away, swiping and snapping at them. He looked on at the tattered remains. It was amazing how fast crows could work, the bits of flesh torn away from the bone littered the ground. And the remains... something had hurt him bad. Had hurt gramps...

There was no way. He was seeing things.
It was because he'd hit his head, for sure.
That had to be it.

There was no way...
Agahi was back home, sleeping at the den.
He

He gave an experimental prod with his nose to the older wolf's cold forehead.

It was actually there.
He wasn't dreaming.

His throat felt tight, his swimming head still burning- but now with hotter feelings.

Regret.
If he'd stayed behind...

Anger.
Why didn't the others protect him!

Sadness.
His friend was...

He stood there, immobilized by shock, still trying to process what had happened. He was brought back to reality though by Zyro's howl. It echoed on the edges of his perception, but he was sure he heard it. The Alpha was calling them back. But Agahi couldn't go back. Where he had gone... there was no way back. He felt something in his throat and stumbled away a few steps to dry heave- his stomach too empty to properly throw up. Now his throat burned with the rest of his head, but he had to let the others know.

He had no clue where he was, but the could find him- if he had heard zyro, then for sure the others would be able to find him if he...

A lone cry called out from the cold mountains, low and loud- calling for help.

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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Ceara on Sat Sep 10, 2016 12:55 pm



rip agathor omg


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The wee wolf started her way south, though she'd gotten sidetracked by Blondie's husky song and instead scampered east. A pang of guilt rest in the back of her mind for not immediately obeying Zyro's wishes to return, although Blondie's call, blended into a mixture of curiosity and worry, beckoned her. In youth, as a pesky little morsel of a puppy, curiosity hadn't managed to kill the wolf, though it had gotten close. This curiosity and need to adventure carried on into adulthood, and thus far, had brought her through the domain of soft earth, blanketed with moss, all the way to these harsher lands of thick erect firs and sharp jutting stones.

"How did Blondie get here?" thought the milky girl aloud, taking great care to step properly in these risky lands. Little paws felt around for their proper footing before continuing, which continued, paw after paw. Perhaps he got sidetracked during his hunt? Perhaps he gave chase to a hare and traveled here? Either way, she felt that for him to travel here would not be worth it--Though he was large and may be able to defend himself from threats, these lands weren't ideal, not even for a whiff of adventure, for the trees were too thick to navigate, the footing too iffy, and the predators, judging by scent, too abundant. Perhaps when she grew more comfortable in the pack she would revisit these lands with ease, however, on her first full day as a member, she did not belong here.

Her worries dissolved upon the scent of Blondie and blood entering her nose and her tail began to waggle, happy that he was near, and obviously, with the powerful stench of blood permeating the air, he'd made a kill! A big one, as well, by the smell of it, a rich and coppery stink hanging. Ceara sped up, her gentle steps being replaced with enthusiasm and her eyes alight with excitement: "Maybe an elk?" she squeaked happily to herself "Or maybe even a moose?!" Her pupils quickly rolled upwards as she recalled the strong taste of the gamey meat, raw, earthy, bloody, and over all, delectable. By the time she arrived, she was salivating, although what her eyes met was not what she was expecting.

Ceara had a feeling something was not going over well in this place. She was overtaken with an apprehensive air and jolted, stopping in her tracks. She was close enough to know the smell was not of her favorite meal, no; she knew the scent, having gotten little scraps and tumbles as a pup. Her own kind. She saw Blondie, thankfully alive, his large body standing motionless and... something... Among the trees. Though she dare not continue.

A loud whimper escaped from her tight throat, an indication of her presence for Blondie. The little wolf withdrew in her pelt and shrunk, her tail curling in between her legs in dubiosity. "Cev- Ceviche-" struggled the girl, ears folding back "What's happening? Something isn't right here.. Is it?"

Ceara tried to force her eyes away from what her friend stood upon and her mind was avoiding touching the subject, though deep down, she knew.
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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Ceviche on Sat Sep 10, 2016 2:14 pm


Ceviche


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"Tu m’as comme donné l’envie d’être moi, donné un sens à mes pourquoi. Tu as tué la peur qui dormait là, qui dormait là dans mes bras."
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OOC //aaaaaaaa,, poor pops
After his howl the area seemed to be too still. Too quiet. His head swam with more than just the pain from his collision with the tree earlier. He tried to shake it off again, his motion this time not encumbered by the hare he'd dropped a few feet away.

Te tried to pace, stumbling around. What if no one showed up? Would he have to live out here with agahi''s body and the smell... He hurked. No, no what if- what f they did come; but, they blamed him? What if they shooed him away from his new home? He was planning on telling the leader that he was going to stay around a while, but if this didnt just put a damper on things.

He tried to reason out a way that everything would end up fine- except it wasn't.

Nothing was fine right now.

Agahi was dead, Jackaal had left, Zyro was hurt- and from the way he was stumbling around he might even die too.. and even Ceviche himself wasn't sure if he'd be able to stand upright much longer. The throbbing pain in his skull seemed to intensify every time he tried to think- and hell if he wasn't over thinking everything right now.

Ceara's whine fell deaf on his ears. He wasn't paying attention to anything around him, he was too busy fretting, and trying to make sense of things. Why was agahi even out here? What did this? Was it still around? It wasn't until she spoke he payed any mind.

"Cev- Ceviche-"

His head snapped around- thouh not quite out of his daze; the words had spooked him- his nerves already strung higher than the tree tops. "I-I-"

"What's happening? Something isn't right here.. Is it?" His blurry vision tried to focus on the white lump that spoke. The voice belonged to Ceara. She knew something was wrong. She couldn't see this. Not this.

"C-Ceara, don't." His voice cracked into a whine, the words barely making their way out of his throat. He made sure to stand between the body and Ceara. Maybe she wouldn't see. "D-don't come any closer." His eyes were wide and frightened, though they had trouble concentrating on any one thing. "I couldn't- He-" What could he say? 'Oh hey Ceara, I got lost on the way back and found Agathor's dead body?' No, stupid, stupid.

"I didn't think..." he trailed off, the blame in his head circulating again. "You have to go get help." Like they could do anything now. There was no way that anyone- even the best healer in the world- could save Agahi now.

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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Ceara on Sat Sep 10, 2016 7:16 pm



headin onto the densite


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Legs shaking, Ceara looked expectantly at Ceviche, awaiting whatever he may have to say. This wasn't right and an eerie feeling penetrated her heart. She hadn't seen it, though she had her suspicions. And just out of sight lay Agahi's already sunken body, fur and skin picked off by ravens. Surely they would feast that day. Ceara wouldn't think of that, no--She was naive.

D-don't come any closer managed her large blonde companion, shaken as ever--Ceara felt great worry for him and whatever else lay beyond the tree. By then, the stench was growing stale in her nose and sickness began to stem from the apprehensive air, tickling at her throat and gut. She struggled back twists and contractions in her throat to speak "It will be alright, friend--W- we can figure this out.." You have to go get help he spoke again. "Oh! That's a good idea! I'll find someone! Don't worry, Ceviche..." Already starting to canter west to the others, Ceara spoke loudly as her head twisted to touch his eyes with her own. After some distance, first struggling to ran through the rough terrain, she began to release several sharp barks, heading towards the den site.
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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Zwei on Sat Sep 10, 2016 9:30 pm












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As much as Zwei wanted to race ahead after the scents, the very feel of the soil beneath her paws, loose and rough, made that idea very unappealing. She was liable to trip to her death amid this minefield of rocks and trees, thicker than the ones she'd seen around the den and much too sturdy to risk accidentally hitting. As she walked, occasionally glancing behind her to make sure Nieve was still okay, a painfully familiar smell floated to her nose, and she had to stop for a moment to catch her halted breath and reassure herself. It smelt like Willow had smelt...in the end, when she'd had no more reason to stay; the smell of loss and decay, of raw pain. Zwei snapped out of memories and quickly convinced herself that it was just some predators kill, that it had nothing to do with the howl, or the two wolves scents.

When she could finally breath easily again, Zwei began to move, and discontent only bloomed more in her heart as the smell grew stronger with every meticulous step. She'd nearly forgotten to check on Nieve, and took a cursury glance behind, quickly offering as much of a smile as she could manage toward the she-wolf before continuing on. It had been hard to tell before, when she'd been further back, but there was something familiar about the death-smell, something hiding at the back of her mind and on the tip of her tongue. She could only hope that it was intermingling smells playing tricks on her.

The first thing she noticed when she reached where the scents were strongest was the wolf she knew as Ceviche. He didn't look to be in good shape, wobbly and disoriented, almost panicked as he moved back and forth strangely. She was about to ask if he was okay when her golden gaze dropped to a dark form nearby him, a mix of black fur, open flesh, and bones, and-

If Zwei hadn't had two sets of claws planted firmly in dirt, she was certain she would've sunk to the ground as a torrent of emotions ravaged through her, wild from months of hibernation deep within her heart. The she-wolf heard distant noises, warbled like she'd been dunked under water, and dully realized that they were coming from her, a low whining, like every other sound had been ripped away from her. And it hurt, like a sharp stab of ice in her ribs, so familiar that it was hard not to see silvery fur on a thin frame, so still and so empty-

The world rushed back to her dizzily, Zwei's gaze was still set on the miserable form on the ground, and she forced herself to look away, to breath around the ice in her lungs and the sick feelings brewing in her stomach. It wasn't difficult to figure out what the howl had meant now. "Ceviche..." Her legs were weighed down with lead, dragging along the ground with every tedious step closer to the wolf, to Agahi...what used to be him. "A-are you okay?" It was clear whatever had done this was long gone, and Zwei could only be glad for that fact, stomach tightening up painfully at the mere thought of what had happened, why the older wolf had been out here alone, what could've done this... It hurt to look at the broken body, torn and ravaged, when the image of Agahi was so fresh in her mind. "We...we need to get back to the others and....and tell them" Zwei swallowed heavily around the feelings in her throat, forcing them down until she could grieve properly, when she hadn't been sent here for a reason. Ceviche was in such a state of distress that her heart clenched sharply to look at him, disheveled and frantic, so broken up, and she doubted her feelings were anything compared to his.



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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Ceviche on Sun Sep 11, 2016 1:23 am


Ceviche


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"Tu m’as comme donné l’envie d’être moi, donné un sens à mes pourquoi. Tu as tué la peur qui dormait là, qui dormait là dans mes bras."
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OOC im sorry he's yelling at Zwei he's just really really upset ; ^;
He trudged around after Ceara vanished from view, the blob that her voice came from at least. He felt his heart sink further. What would she say? He was relieved she didn't see... him- but at the same time he feared that she wouldn't see him in the same light anymore. What if she thought it was his fault?

His thoughts churned in agony until he heard another noise break the silence. Was it Ceara again? Had she come back already? That was fast. Or maybe he couldn't keep track of time the right way anymore? He tried to glance at the sky to see if it had gotten late, but the bright sun (even hidden by clouds) seemed to burn away at his core. He quickly flinched away from the light and directed his gaze back at who he thought was Ceara.

No, no, no, no, no, no. She was coming this way. "Ceara, I told you to go get help!" He shouted, sounding more pained than angry. No, she was going to see the mangled body of pops. He didn't want her to-

"Ceviche..."

That wasn't her voice. That was all wrong. He tried to focus his vision on the white wolf. That wasn't Ceara. Her pelt wasn't as pure as the others. Her markings were completely different.

"A-are you okay?"

He felt his throat clench, holding his words hostage- but somehow a few slipped free. "H-how can you... Pops is dead! Who cares about me!?" His voice cracked into whines again, as he choked back emotions. It hurt. It was unfair that he could still be upset and Agahi couldn't.

"Who... who let him even..." His voice trailed off as he tried to speak again.

"We...we need to get back to the others and....and tell them."

"And do what? Leave Agahi here? Let the crows have him?!"[/i][/i] The weight seemed to slump from his shoulders. He felt pathetic. He didn't even know which way was back. There was no way in hell he was going to leave Pops here though. "I won't- nnngh," He shut his eyes hard against the feeling as another sharper throb of pain from his head injury pulsed through his skill. He opened his eyes again, trying to make eye contact with the head spear. "I'm not leaving him here, alone. Not again." Even though his words were somewhat big, his voice came out sounding so very small, weak, drained of strength. He was determined though not to leave his friend's body to the scavengers.

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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Zwei on Sun Sep 11, 2016 3:54 am












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Each painfully familiar sentence out of the manic wolf sent stabs of raw empathy into Zwei's heart, memories flashing at the back of her mind. The logical part of her brain screamed at her to calm him down, talk some sense into him, but she knew all too well that logic had no place in grief, in overwhelming sadness. Ceviche also seemed to have something wrong with him physically, possibly a hit to the head judging by his wobbly steps, and she doubted that it was doing him any favors. She knew how he was feeling, at least partially, had spent days laying beside Willow after she'd gone, weighed down with so much guilt over her death, chasing off anything that dared come near. Zwei had taken hours to dig a proper hole for her mother, and had spend another two days sleeping beside the make-shift grave, a vain hope in her mind that something would change. She must've seemed just as crazy.

Moving closer had only agitated Ceviche further, and so Zwei shot a look back to make sure Neive wasn't there before sitting in place, head and shoulders shrugging down miserably as she took a glance at Agahi. The body was so torn up, harshly mutilated by whatever had killed him and the proceeding scavengers, and she couldn't look at it too long before she started to feel sick with a mix of horror and despair. Instead, she settled her gaze toward Ceviche, ears pressed back nearly to her scalp as she realized how small he sounded now, how weak the words met the air. "I'm sorry, I...I thinks that a good idea. Do you mind if I stay and help you?" Zwei tried to meet his eyes as best she could, sincerity hopefully shining through the haze covering his mind. She could send Nieve back to tell the others and bring more wolves, and Ceviche didn't need to be left alone like this, not when Agahi was...

"I'll leave too, if you don't want me here, but I..." Her voice was growing heavy with emotion, vained with low whines, "I know it hurts...and it's not fair." Zwei's eyes trailed to her paws, bleary and swimming with things known only to her. "You just want to fix it, because you're here and they aren't, and that's not how it's supposed to be. Nothing can fix it, but... please...let me help give him some peace." She hadn't known him well enough, had only spoken briefly, but nobody deserved a fate like that, torn to bits alone on a mountain. Ceviche had every right to want something better for the old wolf. Willow had deserved better, and the thought squeezed at her heart painfully, eyes glazing over with a wretched mix of guilt and pain. "He deserves that, doesn't he?" Zwei finally mustered up enough energy to gaze weakly at Ceviche, a sad smile gracing her lips as she desperately tried to rein in her emotions.




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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Nieve on Sun Sep 11, 2016 9:58 am

Nieve followed the female carefully, it was rocky and dangerous, so every step she took was delicate and her tiny paws made no sound. The area was heavy with trees and fog, worse than where they just came out of, and the reek of the evil mountain hissers was everywhere, stale, but there. Zwei turned her head to check on her occasionally, and each time Nieve offered her a gentle smile, encouraging her forward. She stayed quiet due to having a really bad feeling, Zwei seemed scared, this whole place was dangerous, and the howl surely came from here, so some shit went down.

Nieve almost stopped moving when she smelt the scent of death, she was closer to it than she'd have liked, usually she'd run away when she smelt it, it made her stomach twist. Zwei looked really frightened now though, and she quietly walked quicker in order to catch up, the other wolf's tail almost touching her nose. Suddenly the female in front of her froze, whined and shivered. Nieve came up next to her to see what had triggered it and her eyes widened to the point the eye whites were visable, her ears flattened on her head.

There was a male wolf nearby in a state of panic and grief, and the thing that Zwei froze at was a ripped up corpse of a dead wolf, its scent overran by death, but there was a tiny hint of the smell it had carried before, it sent a chill down her spine, it was one of the scents she caught when they found the opening to the area, the other belonged to the light coloured male.

Nieve quietly watched a scene unfold before, temporarily frozen in shock and confusion, fear was not something she really knew, but this was kinda freaky to her. 'Ceviche... A-are you okay? We...we need to get back to the others and....and tell them', 'Ceara, I told you to go get help! H-how can you... Pops is dead! Who cares about me! Who... who let him even... And do what? Leave Agahi here? Let the crows have him?! I won't- nnngh.. I'm not leaving him here, alone. Not again..'.

Nieve put a few pieces together, so Ceviche was this male in front of them, who was traumatised.  'I'm sorry, I...I thinks that a good idea. Do you mind if I stay and help you? I'll leave too, if you don't want me here, but I...I know it hurts...and it's not fair. You just want to fix it, because you're here and they aren't, and that's not how it's supposed to be. Nothing can fix it, but... please...let me help give him some peace. He deserves that, doesn't he?'.

She shook her head, trying to shake away the shock and try to address the situation. Slowly she lowered her head, her ears flat on her head, and her tail straight down, the tip brushing the ground as it was long. She didn't want to appear as a threat to Ceviche, her presence might frighten him more and she didn't want to accidently scare someone, ever, even if she was one of the least intimidating wolves on the planet. She looked at Zwei, and brushed shoulders with her as a comforting gesture, she didn't know the dead wolf, but she could almost taste the pain that was emitting from both Zwei and Ceviche.

Upon looking at Ceviche again, she noticed his head injury and overwhelming weakness, the fact he was in a state of panic too made her heart sink, she didn't know him, but seeing another in this state just hurt her little heart, she loved everyone. She nudged Zwei gently with her shoulder, and gestured subtly with her muzzle towards his head. She stood up slowly, "Before you get frightened... um, hi, my name is Nieve, Zwei asked me to help her find you" she started, her body lowered a little until she was crouching. "I'm not gonna pretend I knew your friend or what you are going through, but I cant help but notice your injured head, we need to get you back to the other guys by that wall hole, Brume is a leaf mistress, she has magic leaves that could help you" she said.

She stood up taller, "I know you are grieving, but you cant stay here like this, this place is dangerous and you are hurt, you need the leaves and to be with others that can help you and love you, things are much easier to deal with when you're surrounded by allies, and I think it would be most suitable that you tell them what happened here, as you are a witness... we need to let your friend rest peacefully, and we need to get you home, please let us take you home and help you!" she said, a small whimper following her words, the usually exciteable female was left confused and scared, and determined to find a way to help this poor soul.

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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Ceviche on Sun Sep 11, 2016 4:11 pm


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"I'm sorry, I...I thinks that a good idea. Do you mind if I stay and help you?"

It surprised him. He hadn't really expected that they would understand. He wasn't ready for what she said next.

"I'll leave too, if you don't want me here, but I...I know it hurts...and it's not fair. You just want to fix it, because you're here and they aren't, and that's not how it's supposed to be. Nothing can fix it, but... please...let me help give him some peace."

"He deserves that, doesn't he?"


It was like she could read his mind. He slumped to the ground, finally managing to sit down. His fur was still on end but his expression softened. He nodded slightly, keeping eye contact with the ground. Questions tugged at the back of his thought process. But he tried to calm down, not wanting to make this mess any worse. "It really isn't fair."

The other wolf who'd accompanied... What was her name? He was sure he'd heard it before. Shay? Something like that. But the other one spoke up- Ceviche seemed to tune out most of it, but he caught the name Nieve somewhere.

A few words also stuck out. "We need to get you back," and "You can't stay here."

So they were just trying to trick him. Maybe, they were the ones who sent Agahi to die out here. He glared at Nieve, his fur standing on end defensively.

"You just want me to leave him out here to the birds." He wouldn't. They couldn't make him. Still it seemed like sleep was trying to infringe on his senses. How could he even think of rest at a time like this? He looked at Zwei, his brows raised in an expression that revealed his feelings- betrayed, alone. "I thought you wanted to help-" He glanced between the two quickly with suspicion, and before he knew it he was back up on his feet. "I was wrong."

"No, no no no." He muttered to himself under his breath. "I won't leave him here." He glanced over at the tattered corpse again- he had been avoiding looking at the remains but he had to look again, just to remind himself this was really happening.

Gods, it was even worse than he remembered. He stepped away from the two wolves to go stand closer to his late friend. His back to them. They wouldn't drag him off. No, He was going to stay here and do something... But what could he do? "Don't worry pops... I'm sure you must be cold."

With a distant expression, he set to digging in the hard earth.

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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Zyro on Sun Sep 11, 2016 8:20 pm


 
Zyro was panting heavily by the time he caught Zwei's scent again, his body strongly protesting each step as his exhaustion grew exponentially. The Royal had tuned out most noises in order to concentrate, but had remembered briefly hearing Kamaal decide to join Ren and Z. He didn't have it in him to protest, he was much to eager to figure out what was going on and get back to the den ASAP.

A few minutes felt like hours, the familiar landscape blurring as the group traveled deeper and deeper into the forest until the land started to slope upwards. Mount Jaar, a place Zyro would like to get out of as quickly as possible. The earth here was unstable and unforgiving, riddled with predators and falling rocks and slanted trees. Z slowed his pace considerably as they travelled along the side of the mountain mumbling a small "where are you" as if someone would answer the question. He was beginning to think that maybe he'd gone mad - had mistaken Zwei's sweet scent for that of another creature - until a flash of familiar silver peeked between the trees. In an instant Zyro was sprinting towards the flash of fur, the scent of blood and rot becoming more and more pungent the closer he approached. For a brief moment he was excited, thought maybe the small group had successfully hunted some game, but the smell was off. Familiar.

Concern was blatant on his features as Zyro approached, a scene being painted in slow motion before his eyes. Ceviche, clawing furiously at the stiff earth. A black mass picked to near shreds a few meters away and Zwei and the newblood, both looking on at the blonde male helplessly. He felt his blood freeze. He inched forward wordlessly, toeing his way up to the carcass. Zyro's skin was replaced with a cold, staticy sensation, his insides feeling heavier instantly. He was a small, dense dot against the brown and green of the terrain. Agahi. The newcomer's peaceful features staring blankly ahead as miniscule insects began feasting on his torn flesh. Dead.

Zyro was a blank slate. He was hovering over the old wolf's form, staring down directly into a very telling gash across the deceased's neck. A bit too round to be canine.

Quiet had settled around all the wolves, the only noise being Zyro's weak pants and Ceviche's digging. Graywood had taken someone. Zyro's home had taken someone. A flash of fury scalded his face as everything started to sink in, directed solely at himself. Agahi didn't know better than to venture here, and now he will never know anything again. He was robbed of the family waiting for him back at the den, robbed of the hunts and howls and springtimes and frustrating winters that Zyro had planned to lead them all through. Lead Agahi through. But now he was dead, and if only Z would have told him not to go too far east...

The Royal drifted over towards where Cev was digging. Eyes wide and mouth in a straight line as he watched the male work tirelessly at digging a grave for his friend. Zyro swallowed uselessly to rid the dryness of his throat and simply joined in, his claws sinking into the earth with mild protest and flinging the dirt out between his legs. Images of felines danced behind his lids as he aggressively attacked the ground. The previous ache of his head and muscles had dulled now into a frigid burn. Irresponsible. A grunt. Naive. A hard gash to the dirt. If you'd have warned him he'd be back at the den, curled up with Ceara and Ceviche. A low growl. Guilt and rage and frustration were boiling beneath his calm exterior, but Zyro would not cease the digging. Even once the grave was finished and the group was back at the den, he'd bottle this up and save these emotions for later.

Zyro loved the valley with all his heart, but it took one of his own. Somewhere down the line he would call on those emotions again, when his wound was fixed and his pack safe. He'd return the gesture.

-♕-

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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Renegade on Sun Sep 11, 2016 9:49 pm

Renegade was flying over the earth, even as the terrain switched underneath his paws. Soft dirt and grass transformed into stiff stone and shaky gravel. Adrenaline fueled his movements - his heart pounding nearly out of his chest as he pushed his body to its limits. 'To protect and serve my family, I have to reach them soon.' The words rolled repeatedly like a scratched record. The brown and gold male began to slant slightly upwards as the ground level grew higher above sea level. The destination was near.

The brunt kept a few yards behind the Royal as he read his movements, his features. It was clear a scent was left to follow, it belonged to Zwei and another faintly familiar scent - the newblood she recruited at the densite. Worry boiled in his blood as he assumed something could happen to the smaller built canines. As he headed forth, he stopped - mid run. As if time had froze and his frame a statue. The scent was there. It was so clear and present and repulsivly familiar. Wolf's blood. The stinging auroma made his muzzle wrinkle as his nares flared in disgust. It was doing nothing but growing closer.

As soon as he pushed himself to walk further, he soon came upon an unsettling scene. It was a young male, barely more than an adult. Determination plastered on a distraught face as he endlessly dug a hole in the earth. Ren watched as the leader too began to dig this... this grave. With soft but plain features - the chocolate and tan male approached. Stepping between them and their now finished project. "No." Ren stared at the two sternly, even Zyro himself was a target of the harsh gaze. But it was for good reason. "We will not leave him here. He is not to be left at the top of a mountain to be forgotten in the future." Renegade released his attention as he walked pass to seat himself beside the mauled animal that was once a potential pack mate.

The large built male examined the frame - it was clear he had a bad run in with something powerful. A cougar most likely. "We'll carry him back and bury him closer to us. He will be remembered for years to come. Don't leave him here alone." Ren's voice cracked, emotion flowing into his naturally strong voice. Thoughts of his brother being buried and left alone. No where near anyone that will know he's there. No one to visit him and remember him. He's rotted away with nothing. Pain filled the mirror gaze of the protector as he let his ears lie flat against his skull. A low whine as he looked at Zyro. "Please..."

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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Zwei on Sun Sep 11, 2016 11:29 pm












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Zwei could see Ceviche calming down at her words, body slumping and gaze set on the ground. He murmured small words she could barely make out, and she nearly released a sigh of relief when Nieve appeared beside, brushing against her shoulder softly before gesturing toward's Ceviche's head. Zwei opened her mouth to stop the female but she was already speaking. Worry automatically bit at the back of her mind that Nieve would say something wrong to agitate the male, wouldn't understand the extend of his feelings, would force him out of here, when all he needed was some time to calm down. Her words didn't prove to be terrible, in fact had Cev been in a state of mind to fully understand them, they might have worked, but all he likely heard was that he would have to leave. Zwei could immediately see that her fears were confirmed as the tan wolf moved back to his feet, eyes flitting between them with betrayal, and something sharp stabbed at Zwei's heart. He didn't trust them, thought they were tricking him, and now he as digging a hole.

She didn't notice Zyro's arrival at first, entranced with morbid misery at the sight of Ceviche digging, something painfully familiar clenching at her heart and almost making it hard to breathe. Zyro was digging with him now, claws moving the first powerfully behind him, and Zwei didn't realize she was walking closer to them until the smell of death was fresh in her nose and the sound of digging filled her ears. She joined in wordlessly, light fur quickly staining as her dark claws drew deep lines into the ground with every swipe of her forearms, eyes set firmly on the developing hole. They wouldn't let him be eaten by predators, forgotten without another word and left alone. Ren had arrived at some point, and she heard desperate words, cracking with obvious emotion come from the normally reserved wolf's mouth. It was enough to stop her digging, now-brown forearms ceasing their movement as she took a moment to look at the male. He was whining, possibly showing the largest amount of emotion since she'd met him, and her maw twisted with uncertainty. He was right. She glanced down at her dirt-stained paws and moved toward Zyro quietly, gently nudging his shoulder with her muzzle, soft eyes set on his.



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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Ceviche on Sun Sep 11, 2016 11:52 pm


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"Tu m’as comme donné l’envie d’être moi, donné un sens à mes pourquoi. Tu as tué la peur qui dormait là, qui dormait là dans mes bras."
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It was strange. He felt the gravel under his paws but the motion son became repetitive and effortless to his mind that wanted to shut off. To sleep this sadness off. But he couldn't rest yet. One paw after the other he scratched at the terrain, not even looking up when Zyro seemed to appear from nowhere to help. And he wasn't the only one. The silvery female from earlier moved to his side as well. Maybe.. maybe she wasn't in league with 'Nieve'.

It wasn't until the other male, his name escaped the shaken wolf, padded over. His socked foot firmly planting itself where the honey pelted wreck was trying to dig. He pawed at the spot, a soft whine coming from the back of his throat.

"No."

Ceviche suddenly realized he wouldn't be able to take on all these wolves. He'd never been in a fight in his life, so if they wouldn't let him do this... He just wouldn't be able to. A wave of helplessness began its descent, just before the obstruction continued on, "We will not leave him here. He is not to be left at the top of a mountain to be forgotten in the future."

Ceviche stopped his pawing, not looking up from the ground- though his whining stopped. Stupid. He was right. "We'll carry him back and bury him closer to us. He will be remembered for years to come. Don't leave him here alone."

He was right. He was right.

"Please..."

This time Ceviche did look up, his eyes still not wanting to focus. The sun burnt at his vision, the hostile violent light seemed to lash at him, but he still looked to the leader with his pitiful pleading expression. Please. He echoed mentally.

But a second thought crossed his mind. Would it be rude to bury him on this packs land? Agahi hadn't decided on staying here, and was so intent to leave just the day before... Perhaps he'd planned to die somewhere else? What if he had family...

The events of the day were still building higher, his earlier injury still far from fading. Infact it seemed quite the opposite. The pain had amplified to the point he couldn't feel it anymore, nor could he feel the small cuts on his paws from a few jagged rocks he'd stepped on earlier- he wish he could stop feeling the pain he felt every time he looked at Agahi...

Why couldn't that numb away too?

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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Guest on Mon Sep 12, 2016 7:41 am

What am I doing here?
A white figure dragged itself restlessly through the woods, it's pace slow and idly, it's movements repeatedly.
A paw was lifted, a paw was placed.
A paw was lifted, a paw was placed.
And where is here?
Sanguine pigmented irises, that reflected the fatigue that plagued this she-wolf, scanned lazily the area, her body carelessly continuing moving forward as moving seemed to be the only option she had been given. The terrain had been rough, rocks scattered all around, fallen trees indicating that this ground had been abandoned or at least she thought so.
The young female pressed her receptors tightly against her fur, thoughts running through her head, the feeling of solitude, loneliness once again sending her another wave of anxiety.
Please.. someone. I can't.
While completely devoted to the feeling of fear that once again consumed her mind, the she-wolf tripped, staggering few moments before her body collided with the ground she used to stand upon mere moments ago.
You're ruining your fur.”
She mumbled, yet did not move any further. The canine had been moving for far too long, her body had weakened within the months of traveling, her dire need of companionship had grown rapidly. She was exhausted. Alone, she was unable of hunting any kind of game, rather hoping that she could catch a few chunks of meat through scavenging; an act that a Highblood such as herself should never have to practice; yet it was the only way to ensure her survival, to keep her heartbeat going.
You are being pathetic.
A weak smile crept its way upon her lips as the young adult slowly pulled her hind and fore legs closer to her body, shivering as the cool wind blew through her short fur. Yet as soon as the smile had found its way on her face, it faded, just like everyone else she once held dear.
I miss you, mother, father.”
Fiona, the once admired princess of her birth pack, choked on the words as she could no longer suppress the tears from running down her face. No, Fiona was no wolf fit for survival on her own; she depended on others, she could not continue without any sort of social interaction; she was no loner, she was a wolf made for living within a group; a group that could provide her with safety, shelter and company.
Despite the long amount of time that had already passed ever since the catastrophe, Fiona missed her home. She missed having the familiar faces around her, faces she would never see again. She missed the company of other wolves, the small talk she would allow herself to engage in with those they considered Low blood.
She drew her paws closer to her visage, burying her face, hiding from the cruel and lonely world she was now exposed to. Silent sobs, silent tears. She was once again, nothing but alone.



What was that?
Suddenly her ears pressed themselves forward, her nostrils flaring at the unique odor the wind carried; was it really the scent of another canine, another wolf?
Immediately, the young wolf was charged with new energy, a weak frame slowly arising and paws following the lead of her nose. If there was another wolf, she would try anything she was capable of in order to at least attempt communicating with it.
Yet the more she closed the distance between the origin of the scent and herself, the more she felt uncomfortable; there was yet another, distinct stench, one she was incapable of recognizing. However, Fiona continued until her receptors perceived a cry of agony.
What is happening?
She questioned silently within her head, her frame moving closer, yet her pace slowed to a hesitant trot. Minutes passed and she reached her destination, however, the scene that unfolded itself right in front of her filled her with horror.
W-What..”
She whispered inaudibly, her gaze, while her vision was blurred, fixed upon a carcass of another wolf, it's corpse mauled, most likely fallen victim to some scavengers.
The amount of other wolves, she did not notice, yet the stench she noticed before was ever so strongly present and realization hit her fast; cougar.
Afraid, confused, the princess attempted to flee the scenery, yet found herself frozen on spot. She had never witnessed such cruelty; of course, death was natural, however, being confronted with such a gory sight was something completely different. 




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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Renegade on Mon Sep 12, 2016 12:14 pm

Ren's firm frame loosene duo and he rose form his lowered height to his average one a she watched the wolves slowly stop, one by one. His plea was hear aloud and clear by the group that knew him for having no such emotions. A deep huff came from him, exhaustion and victory being intertwined in the deep breath. As the brunt scanned over the body that was currently limp on the earth - he could hear the call of crows in the distance. Screaming for a meal, screaming for them to leave, screaming to end the black carcass. Renegade let out a loud defensive growl towards a near tree that held some of the scavengers. A few fled to another tree, others stood their ground and patiently waited. The protector went back to analyzing the body, the best way to transport it. Perhaps Zyro and Himself or even Ceviche could haul the empty-souled frame.

As Reneagde turned his silver eyes back to the group of wolves, he met eyes with each other them, Zyro, Cev, Zwei, and the currently unnamed female. As he thought of what to say, his ears swiveled to the side - alert. There was another present beside them. Tension thick due to the occurrence, Ren turned his body quickly to see what or who was there. His muscles feel loose as he saw an oddly accented female. White with reds and pinks instead of Black and Tans for skin and nose coloration. The female looked weak, as if her frame wanted to shake and collapse to the earth, but instead froze in fear. It was clear her gaze was locked onto the lifeless male. Sorrow filled the eyes of the Brunt for mere seconds, death was hard, even if you never knew the one who died.

A brown and golden frame slowly moved closer to the female. Making his steps slow and predictable so not to frighten the poor nomad anymore than she already was. "Excuse me, do you need help? Are you okay? The pack's leader is here if you wish to speak with him." His voice was lowered but returned to his natural monotone structure. Colorless eyes watched her as Crimson ones watched the corpse. Renegade stepped forward, placing himself between that of he dead male and the new she-wolf. "It's clear you need assistance. Come with us." The brunt looked over his shoulder towards Zyro, coaxing the Royal to come speak to the female so he and the others could move the obsidian pelted male.


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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Zyro on Mon Sep 12, 2016 1:20 pm


 
Grunts and huffs turned into guiet growls. Frenzied digging turned into an animalistic attack to the earth. Zyro could feel his last traces of sanity slipping away like water over a cliff, tumbling down into the dark and unknown as he became more and more frustrated with the stiff earth. He just wanted this over with. Even as Zwei joined him and Ceviche Z pushed himself onwards, nearing that tempting abyss with each harsh contact of claw and gravel.

He only faintly registered Renegade entering the picture, the male speaking words that fell onto the near-deaf ears of the Royal. Zyro had it in him to laugh silently, mockingly at the words. "No," he repeated the other male's plead, tasting the letters on his tongue but not ceasing his actions. Renegade didn't want Agahi's grave to be here. Z growled lowly at the thought, vision going white as rocks sliced at his paw pads and drops of dark blood mingled with the soil. He wanted it to be done here, to bury Agahi here and forget anything ever happened. To not have Agahi's ghost follow him everywhere he went and be a constant remind of just how doomed to hell everyone in the valley was with such an unfit, stupid, reckless leader...

It was a gentle touch that coaxed Zyro out of his internal monologue, the large male freezing in place at the sensation of a muzzle against his shoulder. Painfully slowly his head turned to the side and upwards, crazed earthy eyes settling on familiar, calm golden ones. Zwei was looking at him and almost immediately all of Zyro's anger and despair bled out, leaving him just plain exhausted. He tore his attention from her with a hysterical laugh, straightening up and walking past the barely-there grave until he was several meters from any of the other wolves. They wanted to put Agahi elsewhere, all of them did. Z could feel Ceviche's pleading gaze and he knew that he'd never win in an argument against him, or anyone else, while he was in this state. So, they'd have to move the body.

"Oh my god-" Zyro was facing away from everyone, dry heaving heavily at the earth in front of him. He was too numb to register what emotions were running through his system, so instead he switched to logistical mode. If his feelings were abandoning him, he'd do the same. "Okay, um..." He thought aloud. Zyro would not let them bury Agahi at the den. It was too close for comfort and would only be a painful reminder of his failure. He couldn't have that kind of negativity around right as he planned to build up a pack, but the grave needed to be close, so Agahi was still involved. So his friends and family could visit him. Zyro knew the perfect spot.

He wouldn't be able to help carry the body because of his weakened state, and for a moment Zyro was suddenly very glad of that fact. "We'll take him to Ashman. The lake. It's close and it's beautiful year round," he stated, no longer willing to negotiate on the subject. It was either the lake or here. Nowhere else. Renegade's voice could be heard suddenly, but the words were clearly not directed towards any of the group. Z glanced over his shoulder, sorrowful eyes meeting odd, pinkish ones. He couldn't even bring himself to be surprised at the sight of the newblood, and upon catching Renegade's beckoning he simply sighed but did not move. "You can come along. There will be water, and hopefully fish, at the lake." His voice was blunt, smooth and emotionless. She'd be welcomed just as any other wanderer.

"We'll call the others to join us at Ashman. Able bodies can fish and we'll sleep there after... after..." Zyro started to walk forward, his frame facing the direction of the lake he was familiar with. He wasn't even offering to carry Agahi, but he couldn't bring himself to care. The Royal was too weak and too tired to even mind if all his pack mates thought him an ass. He was being odd; clinical and emotionless in a time where sensitivity was greatly needed, but he simply couldn't muster anything more than a heavy breath. "After we're finished."

|| To Ashman Lake ||
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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Kamaal on Mon Sep 12, 2016 4:26 pm



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The well known theory of time seemed to not be existent where Kamaal had her paws settled. Time here went by so slowly, painfully slow. Much like mimicking the unbearable actuation of flowing honey against an aged wooden pillar with all its cracks and gashes nude for the eye to see.

The cadaver, an inky stiffened form. It was there lying atop millions of ant and insect swarms feasting on its decaying tissue. It was there, staring in her eyes of potent accents with a mismatched gaze. A pair of mismatched rocks, amber and yellow. Copper and gold. Cold rocks, cold orbs, despite of their warm pigmentation. Missing fur, missing skin, there was nothing left of whoever that was. Agahi, ah yes she could recall his name. Agahi was the lost rabbit who never returned home. Never saw nor greeted his family's visage, never witnessed the sun rise and fall. Never spoke, never cried. He was dead. Dead as much as a dead animal could be.

The whole scenery forced the female's gut to shift and tangle itself into a knot, a knot that could not be untied for as long as the image lurked in her mind. Deep down she knew. She knew it was someone she was related to, someone who cared for her. Cared for them, cared for her brother, Kyoren. But, he had abandoned them - he left them. He vanished and never returned. Why? Why did he leave them?

All this forced Kamaal's lips to peel themselves revealing pairs and pairs of incisors, coated in white. She was frustrated, frustrated at the one who corrupted the initial image, the beginning of a marathon run. A noticeable growl  escaped her clenched teeth, but quickly ceased as her head found itself arching forward at the sound of dirt being broken. Zyro. Zyro, was the one who continued to dig at the soil, dig at the ground and break each and every earthly grain he could find. Frustration, anger and possible whiffs of eternal pain were present in his tepid golden eyes. He was frustrated, depressed, consumed by his own conscious. His concentration and devotion had taken over his body and mind, he was unable to register what was happening around him. Even when Renegade spoke to him about a stranger, he was too busy burying his own guilt, covering his muddy mistake with bleeding paws of crimson. Pathetic.

Soon he began to snap out of his bubble of numb emotions and colorless visages. He was there, present with a working mind. "We'll take him to Ashman. The lake. It's close and it's beautiful year round." Monotonic words bit at the rims of his lungs as he spoke out to the group with nothing more but a feigned mask of sorrow. Oh how low he had fallen. Right in the dirt. Right where Kamaal had every privilege to step on him and start scathing his throat slowly, inch by inch while watching her claws break through the barrier of his skin.  

There it went again, the song of his voice. He was now telling them to follow him, follow him to lake Ashman as he claimed. She'd have to deal with him later. Now was not the time to shed any blood, there was enough present in the area already. Flinching her tail in frustration, Kamaal inhaled and exhaled any air that was offered to her. Clenched jaws and a stone cold gaze shaping the features of her face.

"Let's not waste any more time here. Help me move him." Sharp words splintered out of her mouth in every possible direction. She had to be firm and do it quickly so she could deal with both her own mind and the Royal himself after the burial was finished and the deed was done in Ashman. There wasn't any room for jokes now. With a fuming mind and a barely manageable anger, she had to remain to the task.

Trudging over to the mauled body, Kamaal bombarded the Newblood with an icy stare. It really had nothing to do with that pale female, but her mind  was too busy fighting with what was already causing the mental flooding.



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Post by Ceviche on Mon Sep 12, 2016 8:56 pm


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cev's got agahi lets go already

Cev left a rabbit behind on the ground!!!!
The weight on his chest was momentarily lifted when Zyro agreed on moving Agahi's... final resting place...

But, it wasn't long before it set in again. As the Alpha wandered off, he noticed Agathor Jr.- but, only after she piped up.

"Let's not waste any more time here. Help me move him."

Ceviche remembered the mangled form that used to be pops once again- only his burning throat keeping him from dry heaving again. He padded over to him, somehow keeping his balance, and set to trying to lift the dead wolf onto his back. He shoved his head, nose first into the gravel- soaked with blood- and somehow managed to get his wide head underneath the still wet pelt of his friend. With a hard shove, he used his head to roll Agahi's form onto his back, his legs shaking with obvious effort. He clenched his teeth, determined to bare the weight of this.

It wasn't that he wanted to ignore the newcomer, but he didn't even notice her. His brain was overloaded, on the verge of shutting down, but he needed to see this through.

Each step was heavy and laborious, but he tried his best to move towards where the alpha had gone- dark blood seeping into his light pelt. His apparent consciousness fading into surface apathy. Each time he brought down his paw, the motion was labored as he gave took a hard breath. Agahi wasn't nearly as heavy as he'd expected though. Truly, Ceviche expected to not even be able to lift the body. It was a surprise that he could manage this much in his current state. But he was a strong young wolf.

Through a testament of willpower over physical comfort, he steeled himself while pausing for a moment to take a deep breath- inhaling the scent of iron, pine, the overwhelmingly strong musk of Agahi-

And he trudged on at a smoother pace. Each step came slightly easier as he set into a rhythm. The usual spring he seemed to have in his step was gone. His walk weighed down and his pelt slicked with blood. His thought process was damn near entirely gone now, his body simply carrying out the motions. One foot, then the second, and the next, and the last. Again. And again.

Follow the leader.

To the Lake.


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Re: Mount Jaar

Post by Zwei on Mon Sep 12, 2016 9:58 pm












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When Zwei looked at Ceviche, her stomach twisted in a burst of raw emotion at his miserable expression, pain clear in unfocused eyes. Another wolf had stumbled upon, something becoming far too common, but she had no energy to deal with that right now, looking back at Zyro where he dug into the ground. Thankfully, Renegade went to deal with the newcomer, though Zwei could see him trying to convince Zyro to do so in his place, pale eyes glancing toward the leader.

Zyro took this moment to snap out of his frenzy, wild gaze meeting hers slowly, and Zwei was briefly worried that he'd shake her off, but it seemed to bring some reason to him. He barked out a hysterical laugh, harsh and jarring to her ears, and the she-wolf couldn't help but watch the male with worry as he walked toward the body, taking a few moments to pull himself together. Zwei couldn't say she envied his responsibilities here, not when the mere thought of touching that body send a shudder down her spine, and made her tail want to disappear between her legs. He needed to rest, and despite the miserable sadness of the situation, the terrible loss sitting stiffly in the air, he was still hurt and exhausted as it was. Eventually, their leader began to bark orders about where to bury him, what they would do afterwards, in an oddly clinical tone better suited for other situations. Zwei had known the process of grief far too close to judge others on theirs and said no words as she listened. She quickly opted out of helping them carry...Agahi, body weighed down with enough emotions and body practically running on fumes at this point. She'd be useless, if the thought didn't make her want to wretch, and instead picked up a freshly killed rabbit, presumably Ceviche's, before moved beside Zyro, so close their pelts pressed together warmly, a steady source of comfort she would've leaned into at another time. For now, she hoped he would let her offer as much support as she could with all the events of the day, not even taking into account the events of yesterday that likely left him feeling terrible. Zwei's mind buzzed at the contact, but the feeling was dulled by the numbness grief left in its wake, a deep weight on her bones that wouldn't leave anytime soon, she knew.


Mentioned: Renegade and Fiona (In a look sorta), Zyro, Agahi T-T, Ceviche

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Post by Renegade on Tue Sep 13, 2016 12:31 am

Things still seemed to stir in the area as more and less happened simultaneously. Zyro's efforts to dig and dig and dig faded away after a sharp protest. The Royal's paws bleed, scraped and all together injured soon ceased to flow in their rocky repetitive beat of shoveling. His ears flattened as his words to he newblood were plain and unconversaional. A single dip of his head was a goodbye to be newcomer, dismissing himself to tend to the matter at hand. A she returned to he group, he allowed his touchiness get the best of him - a defensive snarl slipping form him as a low growl swept into his ears. It's creator, Kamaal. As the brunt eyed her, he watched as her lips shook from a low tense growl. Yet it faded away as she demanded they help move the male.

Renegade's scarred eye singled her out as a brow rose at her sudden switch in demeanor. Though before he could question anything, he watched as Cev weaseled beneath the mangled corpse and settled it onto his back. For the first few steps it was clear the blonde coated male struggled, legs shaking from a mixture of too much weight and his mental state eating him alive form the inside out. The chocolate brown male padded quickly, slipping himself directly beside Ceviche and beneath the black coated male they were escorting to the lake. Ren never looked at the blonde male, keeping his head and eyes forward, silence following their every step. The larger male walked shoulder to shoulder with the young Cev, effortlessly mimicking his movement patterns.

For a split second, Renegade glanced over his shoulder, coaxing the albino she-wolf to follow them on their journey. Once more facing forward, his silver eyes winced as he thought of his now-deceased brother. The stench of the male he carried all too familiar. The brunt clenched his teeth but never broke his focuse of matching Cev's pace.

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Post by Nieve on Sun Sep 18, 2016 3:20 pm


Nieve stood in shock for awhile, the male seemed to hear her but, his reaction was completely unexpected, she was silent for a long time. She stared down at her paws and couldn't stop the shock she felt, it wasn't a feeling she was used to, or one she really knew, it was a big deal for her since nothing seemed to keep her down long, she felt like she'd failed in helping Zwei, and unintentionally upset a distraught stranger. At some point they had all left, she was just stood there for hours, it wasn't until her legs started to ache did she look back up and 'unfreeze'. Somehow her black markings had practically drained to reddish browns, her eyes were still hetero but they were green and pink now, something strange was going on here and she didn't like the feelings she was having, especially of failing to help. Sadly, tail down, she began to follow the scents of everyone, she wanted to make it up to them somehow.

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