Mount Fare

Jackaal realized that Ceviche had heard something and decides to go see what it is. When he arrives was a wolf screaming to leave him alone "Uh.. Are you okay?" he says, then turns to Ceviche and asks "Is he talking to us?". Soon after he looks at the sky and see that was getting late "Ceviche, we have to go back, take the female wolf and take this one for Rikki, him will take care of it.. I think.."

"Pops" such a silly alias... yet however it sounded somewhat amusing even to him. His tongue continued its nervous clicking as it repeated the word slowly "Where are you going Pops?" Ceviche's last inquiry broke down the doors of his eardrums. Where was he going really? That was something he didn't know for sure. Was he really leaving the group he had just met or was he staying with them? Uncertainty... uncertainty... nothing more nothing less.

The male forced his pads to an abrupt halt, gravel and cinnamon leaves tucked under them gently, comforting them with their presence--the sensation was odd and welcoming. It was calming... it was calming having moisture on his paws. Too calming to be called calm... His mind flew away into the distant setting sun, his spirit was no longer present as he was thinking... Pondering on whether or not to return back. If he were to continue on his own, his mind would eventually collapse like an aged pillar--he knew his condition was unstable... he knew he'd find himself lying stiffly under some trees... unable... unable to move and speak, the only movement visible would be the pained occasional blinking of his tired eyes as flocks of sky voyagers soared above his cadaver and feasted on his muscles and remaining remnants. And... even after all this he'd just let them--he'd let them have his body, let them eat his own existence... his own insignificant existence. He was nothing more but a broken little flower in an endless field flourishing by his kind. He was nothing... he was just a colorless... flat number among millions... billions... trillions.

Eventually... he'd become trapped in his own mind; a labyrinth of sorts, a maze filled with madness and blood oozing down its walls. He'd wander there like a lost sheep, wander there stuck in time. Wander... wander... and wander till his feet bled blue blood. Till his bones rusted and stuck in place... Till his body became a tree... Till there was no more of him left.

Mercy, mercy would be what he'd ask for. The sweet lullaby of death; sinister death if you may. This would be his salvation, his way out of this dark room. An escape from his mind's monsters.  A beam of light in an endless dark path...

He suspired, he couldn't take it anymore... It was deep, too deep even for him. He stood there silently, his tail whipping around effortlessly as his head hung low. His eyes were focused on some bushes, some brilliantly colored bushes--dead bushes.

Another scream, this time a stronger one. A scream... mixed with something else? Mixed with another scream? Two screams? "AAAGATHORR!" Arhg... how he hated that word. It irked him, it irked him deeply. "The name's AGAAHII!" he forced a raised tone out of his jowls as his head whipped around, resting on Ceara's cloud-like form and the form of Ceviche who was beside her. Both were out of breath, it was no surprise really--he had gone a good distance away from them.

The male remained still while he eyed the duo with his head tilted behind his back, how important was he to them anyway? His eyes fixated closely on the light figures for a good while, before he dared to open his mouth. "I assure you, I'm not going to die." the male chuffed--he was almost sure that he had previously heard something about 'dying'. Either way, that was not the point; the point was not to waste any more time.

The sun was rising behind some trees, his form ever so powerful it could easily blind anyone who'd dare to gaze upon him. Agahi spun around, turning his frame towards the younger individuals; his eyes were squinted together forming a pair of slits--the light was intense... too intense for his orbs focus properly.
"You are persistent, aren't you?" The male inquired as he raised his left forepaw and started to cycle them in a casual manner. He wasn't going to lash out or anything... he just felt the urge to move in cycles as his gaze found and lost their eyes.

- Ceviche

((Here we go go go, Exit stage left to the Den & Main Territory))

Jackaal hear Zyro's call and howls for him again "Let's recruits, Zyro will love meeting you," he says as heading to the den.

(I hate myself!!! Sorry for forgetting to warn about the school to this site!! Horrible post, HORRIBLE!)

Alistair stood up straight, extending his neck and looking up. He drew in a deep breath, taking in the scenery before him. He had just reached the top of mount fare, and the view was breath-taking. As hard to believe as it was, Alistair had never really been at the top of a mountain before. As he scanned the area, he thought about how much nicer it would have been if he had gotten up here that morning. He decided that he should continue down the mountain, and possibly look for food as well. he started at off at a slow pace, a bit slower than most would walk, and his pace could even dare to rival that of a turtle's. he stopped every so often to sniff at a tree, or a patch of grass, or a bush here or there, until he saw a small rabbit next to a patch of grass.

it was blissfully ignorant to it's surroundings, especially the large, dangerous predator behind it. Alistair remembered his previous thoughts about finding food, and went into full stealth mode, sneaking up behind the small, furry animal. his light, careful footsteps were practically silent as he crept up behind his prey, but then he stopped. the rabbit had stood up, now at least partially aware of a presence behind it. Alistair stood still, holding his breath. he was about two and a half feet away from it, and then he pounced, jumping through the air and landing on the rabbit, who had little to no time to react to the attack before its life was drained from its body. there was a sickening crunch of breaking bones as Alistair crushed the rabbits' head in, then using his teeth to rip the muscle from the bone. he ate the entire rabbit, only leaving the bones and small bits of meat he couldn't get off of the bone behind.

he continued on his way down the mountain, satisfied with his meal, when he realized that he was almost off of the mountain. but then, he noticed that it was starting to get dark, and that he was a bit tired from walking all day, and then he saw a nice, flat, relatively smooth rock, and knew that there was no fighting a nice rest. he sluggishly walked over to the rock and flopped lazily onto it, spreading his long limbs in different directions as he let his tiredness overtake him.

ooc: what even is this aaaaaa

Alistair's eyes fluttered open slightly, being cautious in case the day was bright; his eyes snapping open once he realized that it wasn't. waking up to bright lights wasn't really alistair's favorite thing to do, mainly because it hurt his eyes, but also because it was irritating for some reason, and just overall, unpleasant. he stretched, trying to recall what he had done before falling into the dark, empty, void that was sleep. it was actually quite easy, especially since alistair hadn't had any dreams during his slumber. it was something that he could never really quite figure out, him not having dreams. every once in a while, he would have some sort of weird dream, sometimes he would dream about being a human, other times he would dream about others he had never met, yet were so familiar, but these dreams only happened every once in a while. most of the time, when alistair rested, he slipped into a dark empty abyss, completely devoid of anything or anyone, and when he would wake up, he would realize that he had thrashed around in his sleep, and his every muscle usually felt stiff, to the point where it was painful and uncomfortable.
and that's when he realized that the rest he had just awoken from was one of those times. alistair sat back on his hind legs on the ground where he had woken up, which was about a foot for two from the rock he had lain down on earlier, as he blew forcefully out of his nose, trying to get dirt out of it, even though there wasn't any there. he shook out his coat, little specks of dust and dirt flying in different directions. he stretched out, his legs sore and his head throbbing with a slight, dull, pain. it was almost like the ghost of a headache had come to haunt alistair's brain, the slight pressure digging into his skull. he already felt tired again, but it was the kind of exhaustion he couldn't sleep off, even if he tried. he looked at the sky for the first time since he woke up, and it was about evening now. he could only guess that he had slept for a couple of hours by the lighting in the sky, and he decided that he should get down the mountain, and look for a shelter of some sort, or at least a nice place for him to fall asleep again, even though he wasn't really tired in a way that could be solved by sleep. he slowly trudged down the mountain, still feeling as stiff as when he had woken up, and before he knew it, he had reached the bottom of the mountain, and was walking down into the valley before it.
he took in a deep breath of the crisp autumn air, sighing heavily, letting a small bit of tranquility sink into his state of mind, and that's when alistair smelt it. the scent of wolves. it was relatively strong, signaling that it was close by. it was a mix of at least a dozen scents, all blending together and then dispersing in alistair's mind as his nose tried separating the smells. with the number of different scents drifting through the air and through alistair's mind, there was no doubt that there was a den nearby. he picked out the general direction of the cocktail of smells, and followed it at a slightly faster pace than before, but still going relatively slow, and his mind swirled with thoughts of what was to come.

ooc: aaaaaa im sorry it's probably been like, three days since i've posted
i feel like this is kind of better than my first post, but still kind of bad

The lass' bright amber gaze locked on the heather grey rabbit as it glided through the layer of leaves carpeting the earth. She kept her white face low with her shoulder rolled forward as she continued her full sprint. She growled, licking her nose and nipping at the air, attempting to pull herself faster behind the hare. A strange sound could be heard as she circled around a large tree trunk. The leaves under her paws crunched while her eyes widened in surprise.

A tawny pup was cowering in the exact path the rabbit lead Unna. She immediately began scrambling her long legs to come to a halt, but instead toppled over the pup with a whimper and then a snort. Unna shook her head as she lifted it from the leaves laying around. "Uh... are you all right?" She questioned in a daze. Her head hurt a little from the fall, but she was genuinely curious what was hiding out in the leaves. Her nose sniffed the crisp air around them, the pup's scent was not familiar.