Clover {} Female {} Overladys Pet {} Okami Pack {} Mentions: Hezekiah, OPEN

Clover had soon finished her duties by cleaning up the remains and the mess. She was glad to be done with so- now the canine could go wash her paws off in the water.. wait, what water? Clover shook away her hazy thought. She stood up again and shook any loose dirt or sand from her multicoloured coat, snuffling when she got a whiff of the stale blood from the pit. Gross.

Clover was quick to turn tail and trot back to the omegas sleeping spot outside of the camp. That lazy, good for nothing-! The now rather upset canine thought. "Why didnt you come help? I bet it feels nice to be able to lounge around here all day, doesnt it! Maybe you should get up and let the ones who do their jobs rest, will you?" Clover snarled down at the male wolf. She roughly prodded Hezekiah in the back, as she huffed, angry. Small plumes of smoke rose from her nose, because it was still so cold.

Clover's eyes shone hazel, growing bright as light approached.

(Writers block, sorry. Theres dialog and shit so I couldn't make it longer.)

Cascade || Female || High Watcher || Okami || Mentions: Svala

The sun's rays were just leaping over the horizon, barely peaking over the top of the far away landscape. Treading along in the chilly weather, was a duo. One of which who was called by the name of "Cascade" of the Barbaric Okami Pack that owned the territories surrounding the two. She was heading to Ern Lake, to make sure no one was foolish enough to make their way to towards the lake. It was a soft transition from sand to dirt, the sand kept making Cascade's paws slip back and forth, and she almost tripped a time or two minutes before. Today, she was traveling with one of the other four High Watchers, Svala. Her normal partner, Enzo, was headed towards their other post, with the other Watcher.. what was her name? Ash, or something like that. She glanced over at Svala, but didn't bother her, looking back straight ahead, continuing along.

Just a bit ago, back at camp, their Overlady decided to show them what would happen to traitorous bastards that would dare turn their back against the Overlady. Even she knew it was stupid and pathetic, what a shame it was, but at least the beasts had something to eat. She didn't mind the fact that some of their punishments included being fed to the ravenous beasts, but she wasn't fond of it either. But, it wasn't her place to question it, and she didn't dare to anyways. She never commented on the Overlady's choices, for it would result in a very bad punishment that Cascade did not feel like experiencing.

As they walked along, the female kept her head up, her dark eyes shifting back and forth, looking for potential danger or threats. It all seemed clear, but you could never know. For all she knew, an entire ambush could be awaiting them by the lake, but, she was a High Watcher, it was her duty to kill off any danger even if it meant losing her life.

Lowering her head, nearly inches above the grass, her nose began to twitch, her senses triggered. Cascade flicked her ears back and forth, continuing to move forward, slowly. As they neared their destination, she could smell something, she couldn't quite put her paw on it, but it surely wasn't there the day before. She took in another few deep sniffs before picking her back up, stretching her neck high, her eyes scanning the area, but unfortunately, nothing seemed to catch her eye. She looked over her shoulder to Svala, "I am not the only smelling that, am I?" She asked in a quiet voice, her pace slowling down. The smell was so faint.. but, it didn't seem old. There was a good chance it was still up ahead, possibly by Ern Lake. But, there was only one way to find out. She trudged forward slowly.

Hezekiah: Omega of the Okami pack. Mentions: Clover, Loctus, and Jerboa

Hezekiah stared blankly down at the ground as Clover bashed him for not doing anything, eventually resulting in him being prodded in the back. He wanted to trade words with Clover, but he knew that she was the Overlady's pet, and if he said one bad word to her she could report him and possibly have him thrown into the pit so he could "learn his lesson," but he knew that the majority of times he was thrown into the pit, it was simply for the others to laugh at him as he fought for his life against the crazed foxes. He was about to walk away when Loctus walked up to him. "Omega, I have use for you." She merely said before walking off, expecting him to follow. Hezekiah silently nodded and he followed Loctus to a place slightly away from the main group, but still within eyeshot. Jerboa walked over and grinned at Hezekiah. "So he's the one I'll be throwing around?" Loctus nodded and Hezekiah simply sighed as Loctus told him to get in a fighting stance. For the next several minutes Hezekiah was thrown around and wrestled to the ground, being treated more like a training dummy than a living wolf. Loftus took Jerboa's spot and was even tougher to him, drawing blood from a few of her scratches. Eventually, both were satisfied and dismissed him. After having his heels nipped at, Hezekiah simply found a spot and sat down, blankly looking at the other wolves, wondering if he should have died thanks to the order rather than disobeying it and enduring this hell.

Artemis || Female || Subordinate || Starry Bane || Mentions: Khepri, Larkspur

Hearing her name being called, her head perked up, and she could see that the Beta was taking them out on a hunt. But she was comfy and was clean! She didn't protest outloud, and stood up groggily, shaking her coat once, then another time before stepping down off her rock, glancing back at it, sighing quietly to herself. She looked back after her Beta, quickening her pace, almost to a small canter, making her way behind the Beta, keeping up with the rest of the group. She disliked hunting to a certain extent, yes, she got to eat and it was the most wonderful thing but she would also get dirty, muddy and sometimes wet.. it was unbearable and she would spend nearly the next nightfall cleaning herself.

As they neared the stream, she shivered to herself, walking through with a very unimpressed expression, lifting her legs up high as if she had an issue with walking. Artemis groaned quietly, and leaped out of the river. Once she reached dry ground, she shook out her coat, water flinged in all directions. And thank Mir, she didn't get anything on her Beta. She sighed in relief, going into a light trot to catch up with the rest of her fellow packmates.

When they stopped, Artemis looked down at her damp legs, whining quietly to herself. Damn it. Ew. As she heard the Beta beginning to speak, she raised her head, listening with open ears. She waited quietly for the Beta to finish, and nodded her head. "Well.. after the previous sacrifice to our lovely Mir," she lowered her front end in respect, "maybe we will just have the power to take down a full grown bull. But of course, its your choice," she said, her eyes looking up at the Beta before looking down again.

It took a bit for Artemis to realize, but eventually, she could see that Larkspur came along. For some reason, she always seemed to find.. Larkspur intimidating. She didn't like it, not at all. It made her feel small, made her feel like a fly, that anyone could just squash in a moment. She hated that feeling, she abhored it. She didn't say anything however, and didn't even growl, she kept her silence, awaiting the Beta's response.

J cleaned off the blood from his recent kill in the lake, before shaking off the water on his pelt. After that, he ran over to the meadows and simply took in the environment as he roamed, wandering back to the edge of the lake before sitting down to think. For a while now, Jehoiakim liked being alone, but now, he could feel himself not really like the loneliness, and he began thinking about pursuing a mate. At first, he thought about joining one of the two packs and find a mate that way, but the violence the two packs inflicted on the others made him hesitant about that option. He also tried simply finding a lone female and convincing her to become his mate, but he didn't have much luck there either. As he looked at his reflection, J wondered for a brief moment about his future, and if he would ever be able to find a mate to break from the loneliness that he now found not so appealing. He was restless, and eventually he decided to do a brief run through the meadow to settle his nerves. He didn't really have a purpose in the run, but he simply wanted to do something to take his mind off of his current situation. After the brief run, Jehoiakim walked back over to the lake and drank some water to cool himself off.

Larkspur || 3 || Starry Bane Subordinate || M: Khepri, Artemis, Dorji, Kito

The reddish-tan female pricked her ears as her name was called. Her golden eyes found Khepri to be the source, and she moved from her stance at the edge of the den site and padded over to the beta's side. She dipped her head in acknowledgement and set off behind the beta, who was headed by the two Thralls.

She trotted behind silently, eyes glinting in the dim light, and slowed to a creep as Dorji and Kito bent down lower. The scent of elk was strong, and a rather cold smile whispered across the female's face before it was replaced by a look of focus.

At Khepri's question, Larkspur responded in a low voice, "A herd without a bull will have no guidance. This could be beneficial... or it could harm us in the long run. It would depend on whether the cows stuck together."

That was her two cents. She considered the cow elk to be the best bet, as the herd would likely not move. But, in the end, it was really Khepri's decision, and whatever that was it was what Larkspur would follow.

Vivalda || Female || Commander || Barbaric Okami || Mentions: Members of the Okami Pack

A lone she-wolf sat by herself, her back turned to the Densite. Her eyes were focused on the forest ahead, staring but not seeing. Vivalda's mind was elsewhere, which was most unlike her. But, alas, she hadn't slept well last night, and as a result, she was tired.

She shook her head suddenly, trying to fling the sleepiness from her eyes, but to no avail. She began to slump over, drifting off into unwilling sleep...

All of a sudden, her body lurched forward, and she dug her teeth into her leg. White-hot pain shot through her, and she winced, but it was enough to wake her up. She pulled away and shook the last of the sleep from her mind, and tilted her head at her leg. She made sure to bite it hard enough that it hurt, but not enough to actually puncture her flesh. However, now it just throbbed painfully. She shook her leg and glanced over her shoulder. She could see everyone already waking up, hustling and bustling all over the place.

She looked back to the forest and felt her stomach growl. When was the last time she ate? Would Her Magnificence be upset if she were to get something to eat? She huffed, thinking hard. On one paw, she was so very, very hungry. But on the other, there was a chance that she might get in trouble.

The consequences, she thought, were far too great to risk it. So she sat, and she waited until she was needed. Of course, she was a good servant, and she would wait for Her Magnificence 'til the end of time if She asked.

Bláth | Male | Subordinate/Vanguard | Okami | Mentions: Martuska and Aislin

Bláth rolls over to face the she-wolf approaching him, giving her a wag of his tail. "Of course, my Overlady." The dark gleam in his eyes shows only for a few seconds, and he rolls onto his paws. He gives her a bow goodbye as she departs. Watching her taker her leave to make sure she was safe before leaving. He sets off on his journey to find the spy and possibly kill her if she was a spy. Killing her after she gives him information would be fun, but she's still valuable towards Martuska. For now, at least. "I wonder if her fur would be soft for me to skin. Sadly, I can't unless she's a traitor, so she better be one!" He hissed, keeping his voice low, and perks his ears forward. Bláth changes his movement speed from a simple walk to a trot. He takes a pause when seeing a rose bush, and his eyes widen in surprise. "Such a pretty shade of red." Plucking the rose, he uses his paws to tuck the flower behind his ear. "I'm keeping this. I can't let this beauty get into the wrong paws," he dashes off in the direction of the salt flats when he remembers his task. "I hope I'm not too late to meet the little spy. I don't want Lady Martsuka to be mad at me. That would be bad." Shaking his head, leaping over the log, and stops again. Another flower caught his eyes - a bundle of violets. "Yup. More flowers to add to my collection." Doing the same as the rose, he breaks off a few violets, then slides the stems into his fur. Making sure they would stay put, Bláth resumes his mission to meet up with the spy. It did take quite a bit to reach the salt flats, and with many flowers on the top of his head (he does look fabulous), his eyes scan the flatlands. "Where is that dear spy?" He sits down on the ground, ears perking forward to find any sound coming his way. Was that someone running? No, it was just the wind. Ugh, waiting here for her is boring. He's going to kill her for being this late.

Fenrir // Male // Subordinate (Apothecary) // Starry Bane // Mentions: Indeevar, Rune, Khepri (ind), Hoarfrost (ind)

Fenrir’s fur rippled with amusement as Indeevar’s mood switched quite suddenly from morose to loudly over-enthusiastic. A small smile played across his lips as Indeevar placed his paws on Fenrir’s shoulders. Fenrir stooped down a bit to make sure Indeevar could reach, licking him on the top of his head. Fenrir pulled back as Indeevar went on about the rabbit he had “almost” caught. “Shh,” said Fenrir mirthfully, though not very forcefully. He doubted anyone would hear them - most of the wolves weren’t even here right now, and Khepri had just taken out a hunting patrol. Fenrir started towards the Jambarah Forest, setting a steady, relaxed pace. “I’ll bet you that rabbit’s home right now telling everyone it knows how it escaped a vicious predator,” said Fenrir quite seriously, though anyone who knew him knew he was joking. “We’re not going to let all the rabbits start thinking they can run around willy-nilly, are we?” Fenrir sniffed around half-heartedly for herbs, not really intending to pick any - he had plenty of time, they’d just come out. To be honest, Fenrir knew that violence was at a high and more bloodshed was sure to come, so maybe he wanted to spend all the time he could relaxing before he was thigh-deep in injured wolves, trying to keep them all from dying.

As he started towards where they had seen the rabbit, he looked up at the stars. “Oh look, Indeevar, there’s you,” he said mildly, referring to one of the stars. “You’re looking very bright tonight. You know, I think you’ve grown a bit.” He tilted his head, looking at the star as if considering its size. “Yes, you’re going to be one of the biggest wolves in the pack at this rate.” Fenrir looked at the other stars as if searching for someone. “And there’s my girl. Hello, love!” He sometimes made up names for his supposed mate-to-be star, and sometimes he imagined she might even be someone he knew, but either way he loved to talk to her. Was he playing around? Probably, knowing Fenrir, but it could be hard to tell with him. He had told Indeevar that his girl was up there too, though Indeevar wasn’t quite old enough to find that romantic yet. Sometimes Fenrir pointed out Indeevar’s parents, who he insisted were next to him, watching over him in their souls. He always chose the stars with the most black space around it for himself, because he said that’s where his family used to be.

As they moved forward a few feet, Fenrir spotted Rune. He wondered what she was doing alone, being as nerve-ridden and prone to panicking as she was, but he was sure she would prefer it if he left her alone. Which, of course, meant - “Stay here, Indeevar,” he told the pup. To be honest, he had no real expectation of Indeevar obeying, and his discipline level was nonexistent with Indeevar. If Indeevar disobeyed him, Fenrir couldn’t have cared less. He wasn’t really in charge of Indeevar anyway. But he was still obligated to tell Indeevar to stay there so Rune didn’t go tattling to Hoarfrost about Fenrir bringing Indeevar out at night. Fenrir was less intent on jumping out and scaring Rune, who would probably kill him if he tried anything like that. Though if Indeevar felt like doing it, there wouldn’t be much Rune could do. Fenrir didn’t exactly encourage these things. But he might have mentioned a few times that jumping out at the right moment could be an interesting prank idea. For now, Fenrir simply walked out of the bushes like some sort of mysterious apparition, sitting right next to Rune. “I’m surprised that you chose to come here,” he said quite simply as a way of starting conversation. “I mean, after what happened with those banished wolves. Breaking rule number seven - the most sacred of all of our rules. The whole incident with the murders, and the bodies never recovered. But anyway, we don’t believe in superstitious nonsense like starless shadows, do we?” He shook his head quite seriously.