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Post by Kae on Oct 5, 2010 18:27:25 GMT -5
Whisper's ears flattened in concern as she looked at the strange fox, then swiveled back towards her pack, where they were fighting strangers just out of sight. She pauses a long moment before she answers, "A fight, I think... I worry for my pack," she said very quietly, her tail twitching.
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Post by MissTris on Oct 5, 2010 19:17:54 GMT -5
Set nods once, and turns half away, bleeding shoulder now showing, "Lune, please, stay here, don't get up just yet. I will help you." He's worried about her trying to get up and getting dizzy and falling over. "I don't want you to get more hurt." He looks at her one moment longer, such a strong girl she is. So wonderful and enduring. Now Niz...He looks at the Beta unsure of what to really do. "Niz" he says at last, but his eyes flick to Dust and sharpen.
Fetter tips her head to the side. "Tcha, young pup-pup, looks like the monstrosity he be dead, neh? Your friend, he be seeping death." The purple and red fox scampers out, spying the rest of them then turns back and tucks a lock of thick hair on Whisper's fore leg "Come come yes?"
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Post by Kae on Oct 5, 2010 19:37:47 GMT -5
Flattening her ears again, Whisper hesitantly moved forward through the dark forest, just until she could make out the other wolves in the moonlight. She could smell much blood, 3 wolves upon the ground, and others still staring each other down. Here she stopped again, the wind blowing in her favor, shivering slightly as she tried to make out which wolf was who.
She couldn't outrun them if they attacked her. She couldn't outfight them, she was still teething! She pawed the ground nervously, her amber eyes glinting in the moonlight.
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Post by Blitz on Oct 5, 2010 23:16:07 GMT -5
Dust catches the sharp snap of Set's eyes and allows a snarl to roll from her muzzle. She wishes only to sneer cold words, but remains oddly silent at the moment. The power that had exuded from the battle, it still pulsed through the area with such a grand force. Obviously, the creature was proud, that had been her pack member out there. /Hers/. She circles around the group for a moment, a wide circle, paws placed with caution. Blood is strewn through out the grass, laced into the green with such beautiful patterns like lace. It's artwork to the canine, who takes the time to study such a peice with interest before returning her attention to the Cross Road mutts.
A new scent has fluttered to her nostrils, one so delicate yet mixed with berries and fox. Her head swings to the faint outline of something small and furry and Fetter. Of course, Fetter. Snapping her gaze back to Set one more time, she gives the male a rather harsh look then begins towards the fox. Fetter was far more interesting, for she is one who speaks in strange ways yet all with wisdom. What is with her? It smells increasingly strong of- Tris. Tris, Tris, Tris. Dust seems slightly taken back as she nears Whisper, keeping a slight distance. "What is this- thing?" The canine questions, eyeing Fetter for a good while. Was Fetter foolish enough to kidnap, this- fuzzy mess? Well, there was really no telling what the fox was capable of and Dust would only assume the worst. It caused her to chuckle and smirk, even more fun to be had with this newest discovery. Tris' pup, Whisper.
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Post by MissTris on Oct 5, 2010 23:31:02 GMT -5
Fetter clicks her teeth upon seeing Dust approach and tumbles forward head over tail, ending up on her feet again anyway and chattering a string of random noises. "Tchaaa-this be Fetter pup-kit the misted one, Lady Master. She be a quiet, for her nature be so." She slips around forward and twines through Dust's legs, a light touch here or there of berry stained fox fur.
"Lady Master, be the bull eyes dead? He does not twitch, no fun, no fun." she muses, and twirls back to Whisper and stands with her little purple paws, one lighter purple than the other, on Whisper's shoulder. She blinks her golden eyes and looks at the wolves past the Alpha Female. "Pass time will give no life to those who stand, but it shall bring round the lives that we've never seen. For though they sit upon the sands of black, their faded eyes will rot away, never to come back. See them Lady Master, for they will pass, as we, and what pray tell, is left for lasting memories?" She's still with paws on Whisper's shoulders, if anything it's her way of protecting.
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Post by leiutenantlovemuffin on Oct 5, 2010 23:53:54 GMT -5
Boans, now rather winded had been following his nose for some time now as he was on the track of his Alpha's pup, Whisper. His deep brown eyes darted around, looking for some sort of a sign for he was now farther away from both Tris and to his assumption, Whisper. He placed his snout upon the ground again as he inhaled, knowing he was closer than he'd expected. The Timber Wolf approached silently, feeling that he was a little too close for comfort at this time. His hairs upon his neck stood up, for his heart was also in his throat at this present time. He worried that he was too late, but then as he approached the scents closer he spotted quite the sight. "Whisper..." he said aloud, barely audible to himself not meant for others to hear. His deep brown eyes now glued to the small female who was quite lovely with her purple hues, yet smaller than any wolf he had ever seen, grown or pup. Though, he had never actually seen a pup since he was one himself. He knew that he had to do something quickly... but just ended up lurking, watching for a moment or two longer to think over his approach before making any moves.
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Post by Draconis on Oct 6, 2010 0:26:17 GMT -5
The seductive animal Lust had walked off, disappointed that the so called "Miseo" had died to a pathetic excuse for a wolf. She was not running away, oh on. Lust was heading for what she believed to be Shadow Hive territory. Her hips swayed in an unnatural movement, her tail flicked about.
((Exit Lust. Will be back in a RP some other time.)
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Following behind the pup named Boans, a blue she-wolf could be seen behind him. Many different wolf scents filled her nostrils, and one in particular made her bristle.
Dust.
There was no scent of Onisapher, for if there was, Darcy would attack on sight. Hidden amongst thorny devil's club, the female only watched for a brief moment, taking in all that was happening. The scent of Blast constricted her nose, as did the scent of blood. The she wolf noticed three wolves upon the ground, two out of the three she knew. Darcy saw Blast, not seeing an signs of breathing. A misle over came the brute females muzzle. He deserved it. Her gaze then shifted to that of Niz, one who was close to death. Not really caring, her blue and green eyes shifted to Lune.
Darcy has only seen Lune wandering around as a loner. She only saw the frail female, but never socialized. Within her vision she also saw the protective Set, Fetter, and...a pup? /It must be Whisper./ Moving a blue foot out, Darcy stopped instantly. If she went out there now to grab Whisper, it could mean death for bother her and the pup from Dust. So Darcy stood her ground as back up.
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Leaves crunched under swift black feet as Typhoon burst out of the forest, Whisper in his sight. Running to the pup, with no words, the brown and black wolf opened his black maw and began to pick up the pup by the scruff, but stopped, suddenly aware of the tension in the air, the bodies, and the bitch known as Dust. A low growl escaped Typhoon's mouth as he raised his maw into the air and howled for Tris, letting her and the others know that they found Whisper, but there was trouble.
ooc:// Sorry, I did this real fast so it's not in real good detail >_>
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Post by Kae on Oct 6, 2010 13:38:55 GMT -5
((As a note: Whisper, while a pup, is not small. She is about the same size as Tris at this point. 5-6 months is nothing to sneeze at But, she is still a bumbling clutz, and her ears are too big for her.)) As Dust came near, fear shot a tingling surge of adrenaline down Whisper's spine. She knew the smell of the Shadow Hive's alphess, had smelled her many times from afar, but NEVER had she been so close, not even with Aethon and Tris protecting her. Whisper's whole body tensed as the little fox, Fetter, placed her paws upon her shoulders, and the only thing that made her hold her ground was that Dust was not attacking her, yet... and if she ran, she was sure to be chased. Dust may be the same size as Whisper, but she knew, instinctively, that she stood no chance against the Hive's queen. Conflicting emotions ran across her face as Dust spoke, mingling fear and defiance. She nearly peed. Her tail was rigid, low but not tucked: she was afraid of Dust, but did not respect the wolf. She said nothing as Fetter spoke, her fear causing her to understand little of what the fox said; all she knew was that she sensed no immediate threat from the fox. Relief washed over her as Typhoon stormed out from the underbrush, a smell she recognized; she ducked behind him as he growled at Dust, her head tucking under his foreleg to stare at the rival pack's alpha. She could feel his howl reverberating through his chest, even as she realized that beyond, Niz lay unconscious and bleeding on the ground.
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Post by Blitz on Oct 6, 2010 20:12:43 GMT -5
Listening contently as Fetter speaks such strange words, her gaze upon Whisper all the while. Who apepars in utter fear, yet there is a small bit of courage it seems. Relaxed as she watches Fetter move about her legs with ease and then finally come to rest with Whisper. Dust takes note that the alpha to be, is not fully cowering. It's quite luckily, that the mutts have come for her now, or Dust would have taught Whisper a life lesson that the pup shouldn't soon forget. But alas, the scents of those fools clawed at her nostrils and caused it to wrinkle. And suddenly, they are appearing without warning, her eyes dart to Boans first. He is a distant figuire, but still present. The scent of a female- no, Darcy. Darcy, Darcy, Darcy. Such a scent brings a devious, toothy grin to the female's features at the thought of what had happened to such a creature.
And then, a sudden brown and black male is there, with Whisper shrinking to his protection. Her ears are filled with his low, pitiful growling. "Don't growl at me, mutt." She sneers at the creature, keeping her stance as alpha, despite her current location. In Dust's mind, she is alpha, and even if she is on foreign soil, a leader should be respected by those lower than her in any pack. The creature is tempted to spit on Typhoon, perhaps even tease this male a bit more. Although these thoughts are fleeting, remembering she is in fact, not in her own terrain. And that Dust is, alone. Tensing, it seems Dust feels almost backed into a corner, but will not show it outwardly. Still appearing like the same, rude little beast she's always been.
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Post by Draconis on Oct 6, 2010 20:27:08 GMT -5
Typhoon did not feel any insult, for he was technically a mutt. He was two different breeds of wolf, there for making him one. The brown wolf ignored it and stop the growling. Not because Dust ordered so, but because if he provoked her enough, the monster could go for Whisper. Backing down only slightly, Typhoon turned his black muzzle to Whisper and motioned her to go. He mouthed 'Tris is seeking you.' And then looked back to the monster before him.
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Post by Kae on Oct 6, 2010 20:50:05 GMT -5
Whisper met Typhoon's eyes and then looked beyond Dust, to the limp forms of the rival betas. "Is she coming?" she asked equally quietly, then a bit louder she added, "Niz is..."
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Post by Draconis on Oct 6, 2010 20:56:23 GMT -5
The brown wolf did not know the answer. Turning his head, he pushed Whisper with his black muzzle. "I don't know, but she is searching for you. It is too dangerous for a pregnant female here." Typhoon was surprised at himself, for he has never said so many words to another wolf before.
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Post by leiutenantlovemuffin on Oct 6, 2010 20:58:58 GMT -5
As everyone seemed to challenge one another over the grown pup, Whisper. He cleared his throat, as he walked out of the shadowy grave he had made himself... readying himself for a fight over this female. He was sent on a mission, and would not stop until justice was served for her. His frame no bigger than an average male, he was tempted to simply lash out and attack the wolves who had tried the same on Whisper. But he is a peaceful warrior, therefore taking a different approach upon things now. "Excuse me... I believe that female belongs to us." he said, referring to Whisper as he gave her an 'its ok' look, for she hopefully trusted him to bring her to a safer place. She could obviously take care of herself... but she clearly needed help at this moment. Boans stood tall, knowing that he was not all that intimidating, but he usually worked things out without violence. "Whisper... do you trust me?" he said, almost pleadingly as his heart began to race.
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Post by MissTris on Oct 6, 2010 21:19:08 GMT -5
Fetter, at the coming of the other wolves winds away from Whisper, around Dust and towards the wolves upon the ground, interested in what they are doing. Since there are many there and a misty coated one standing, his shoulder seeped with crimson.
She pops up over the hill around Lune on her blind side and sits there looking at it in silence for a while. Head turning from one side to the other. "Shame and shame misted one, there is no hope for that eye." she clucks softly.
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Post by Draconis on Oct 6, 2010 21:37:05 GMT -5
Lune jumped, not noticing the rainbow fox. She stumped jumping up, falling right back down to the ground. With a sigh and a nod of her head, he replies "I know....I know...." Lune would have to deal with it and somehow learn to hunt and fight with her good eye. She would need to learn how to catch those that will use her blind side to heir advantage.
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