Deyanira

Nomadic Wolf | 4.5 | Mentions : Nephtys

The harsh mountain wind filled the sound of Deyanira's ears - she cautiously looked behind her, taking care to make sure no one followed her. She was on the run - she quickly wove her way through the forest, it the was quickest exit at the bottom of the mountain. For weeks she'd been hiding on her own home territory. Why, you may ask - because she assassinated the foul leader and his horrid mate didn't appreciate this. As she moved - she let a breath of relief out as she made her way towards the clearing : she was soon to be home free. As she crossed over and outside the territory she glanced behind her - a inexplicable expression on her face , a mixture of remorse and sadness. She shouldn't be feeling bad for leaving - no, she should be howling at the moon, laughing at their faces. But why was she feeling remorse ? Maybe it had to do with the vermillion liquid that was dried upon her chest. She shuddered at the memory. Yes - she had been a spy and assassin for her pack: the perfect little weapon, but my did they not calculate her overcoming them. Leading an insurrection against them - and it was one hell of a fight, her role within it went unknown for 4 months after she killed the wrecthed Deacon, but she had made a plan for just in case something went awry and she was right.

She didn't focus on the betrayal from a certain wolf, but instead focused on getting as far away from the Yukino Pack and the Deaconesses claws. She strode quicker - her life was on the line, even if she wasn't on the territory anymore they could still hunt her down, and she was used to being the hunter and not the prey. Wretched cur, she thought as she pushed through the clearing, her legs moving swiftly, and she looked ahead and continued moving forward. She would be back, one day - and she would kill Bradwr for his betrayal.

Now, she needed to focus on survival.

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It had been 2 weeks since Deyanira left her home territory and nearly a month of her being alone. There was no sign of any wolf hunting or following her. She found smaller packs and joined them, but it seemed everything was getting sick and dying - had Mir cursed these wolves? Oh yes, it seems nothing but death and war surrounded them. And this disappointed her. Had she left her mountain home just to die by another cause? As she continued traveling , food was growing scarcer and scarcer. She had heard rumors of two packs traveling and trying to find an unattended to territory, and how lucky they were. Maybe, just maybe she could get there before them and carve out a small piece for herself. This burning thought kept her pushing forward, and she travelled days on end without resting or eating - hope burning through her veins.

The travels took a toll on her body. She was used to living at a higher altitude, at first she was fine , but then a couple days later she begin getting piercing headaches and she even vomited once. It grew worse as it combined with physical exhaustion and lack of food. Her movements became sluggish and less-coordinated. She finally came upon a river bank, and sighed in relief.

" I think this is alright." and she sagged her shoulders as she motioned to move forward, but her legs wouldn't let her. They just gave out. And it seemed as if something was compelling her, no forcing her - to rest, heal and so she begrudgingly obeyed.

Her eye lids slowly closed, and all she remembers hearing was the sound of the bubbling river , before everything went dark. Her breathing became slower and her body completely still. She had passed out from exhaustion.

A sound awoken her - the female grumbled in annoyance . Who the fuck had decided to wake her from her sleep - they would pay for it severely. The female moved slowly, but surely - her movements were still uncoordinated and her vision was blurry as she looked at a white she-wolf squinting in dismay. Her longer coat was bristling in annoyance. She blinked her eyes lazily to focus them , and she examined the female before her.

Nira was taller than her by a couple inches and possibly had more fighting experience than the dame, but the female looked older by a couple months. So she couldn't necessarily count her out from a fight : should she run or fight? She was in no condition to fight - yet. Her ears perked at the mention of being on pack territory - her face remained unphased and displeased at the female waking her up. She didn't give a damn about her - a quick look could show that this female wasn't even remotely a leader.

The female shook off her coat before moving forward - slightly , and casually began drinking from the stream. Her throat had been burning - and the cool autumn water was quite refreshing. And in the stream she caught the viridescent scales of a fish - and gently dipping her paw into the water , she cautiously approached the fish. Yes, she blatantly ignored the female - she'd get to her in a moment. And then quickly she dove her head into the water, and clamped on the fish - her sharp canines firmly sliced into it, and she then turned and found a nice rock and bashed the fish on it a couple times. She then lay the dead creature on the side of the river she was and laid down.

She eyed the female with a dangerous glint in her eye - one that help an underlying malice , one that dared her to try and stop her from eating. And the female slowly ate only the head of the fish. It wasn't as tasty as salmon - but it'd have to do for now. With her throat lubricated and something on her stomach she then appeared annoyed at the female still being there - watching her with those freaky eyes.

"Oh, you're still here." She said nonchalantly, as she lazily stretched her body which she needed badly, and she gave a bored glance towards the dame, "The what pack? I couldn't hear you clearly over the cacophonous growl in your voice." Her voice may held hint that she was unaccustomed to this area, but she wouldn't act like it.

She had heard the female clear as day say the Night Shade Pack. She'd just hope the dame would get annoyed and spill whatever information she needed to know about the pack. She sat the lower half of her body down and curled her tail around her paws, while the other dame wouldn't notice - her hind legs were elevated in just the slightest manner for her to be able to strike if the strange wolf thought of attacking her.

" I don't have all day nor do I like repeating myself." She spoke in a commanding tone, one evident that wherever she came from that she held rank, and yes she did. She was in fact a former Viceroy for her pack, the equivalent of a Beta, but she wasn't just that - she was also on the secret Vanguard. She was used to commanding and this was an uncanny habit of hers.

She looked at the female in an annoyed manner as she thumped her tail against the ground. Was this going to take all day?

When Pine woke the next morning the clouds were darker, but her inner clock told her it was almost noon. A pain in her paw and stomach had been the cause for her to awake. She needed water as well. Pine stood, the pain in her paw fading slightly she crawled out of her burrow and sniffed the air. The wind howled and whipped through her fur. An idea flashed through her head. Today was the day, she was going to hunt the biggest prey she could, then she would offer it to the River ash packs alpha female. Even if Pine had to start as an omega, she wouldn't survive this brewing catastrophe on her own.

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The wind brought the smell rabbits to her nose. There was a burrow nearby. Pine followed the scent and walked about 10 meters. Three rabbit sat in a small clover patch, 2 big males and a small female. Pine built up pressure in her back legs and lept forward, she grabbed one rabbit and landed on the other. The biggest of the rabbits got away. Making sure to bite both rabbits necks, pine picked them up. Pine jogged all the way to the River ash pack dens and sat. Waiting for some one to notice her.

Deyanira

Nomadic Wolf | 4.5 | Mentions : Nephtys

The dame merely flexed her claws and lolled out her salmon-hued tongue in apathy to the screaming behemoth before her. If anything she would've told the female to shut up if she was from her former pack. Ugh, what an annoying hothead she thought bored. Her ears flicked at the sound of another howl. Hmmm...that one was different. She'd have to see about it. She didn't break eye contact with the other dame. She was used to members like this within her pack - she simply blinked and crossed her paws in apathy. This female seemed to have some sort of superiority complex, after all no normal wolf would've went beserk like that at being simply ignored. Maybe abandonment issues that left her feeling so bitter. There was so much to unpack with what little words the brute had spoken.

Blah, blah, blah, blah

She looked rather unimpressed by the female's little rant. The darker femme would appear to be spacing out again - not completely listening. Her gaze went upwards to the clouds, hmmm a storm's coming - I wonder what storms are like down here, we never got major storms in the mountains. And her gaze continued to wonder the surroundings. It seemed she was just taking in the scenery but - no, in fact she was looking for an exit strategy from this hostile wolf. She needed to get away from her or find the superior of this wolf. Didn't these wolves have policies like bringing loners to their leaders or something? She'd figure they'd be rude but not rude like this female.

She finally looked at the female with an unimpressed look in her eyes at the finishing of the speech, "You're finally done I see. Is it so hard for you to speak without yelling? Such manners are unbecoming of a warrior. Sure they're supposed to have a fierce tongue and sharp wit - but they should be able to remain stoic and impassive even when peeved. You act like a child." she was going into lecture mode. This speech had been drilled into her head by her pack - that was the only thing that they did right.

"Emotions are for fools. They only get you hurt." she spoke lowly under her breath as she moved away. "And what a creative use of my line. If you have a pack to hunt and provide for, then why don't you get along with it? I am doing you no harm - you're the one bothering me, and I don't smell no scent markers indicating claim on the land - therefore, it's free property. Her voice was taunting and casual, " and don't call me a rouge. That's derogatory, you don't know my story nor could I even tell you." She moved towards the shallow end of the flooding river - this was what she had spotted earlier and she simply crossed over.

It was a bit of a struggle - but nothing she wasn't used to. Mountain rivers had strong currents, so this was child's play. And she simply walked off.

"My name?" She called, " you didn't give me yours so why should I grace you with mine?" And with a chuckles she kept moving.

Ah, she didn't care if the brute came barreling towards her - she was ready. Ready to defend herself as needed. Her steps became more swifter as she moved - ones that cushioned her paw steps, yes she didn't need to be trailed - she would be doing the trailing. The river she crossed was sure to have wiped away most of her scent, so she could easily sneak now. However - it would be hard to get the jump on the larger dame since she could probably see where she was going, but it was more densely wooded where they were and she was going to use it to her advantage.

She began weaving through the trees, and she found a old den. One probably made by a hibernating creature soon to be preparing for winter. Sniffing it - she picked up a scent , it was an old badger's den and a lingering musk indicated that it had been evicted by a skunk. That was amusing. Could she hide here, no that wouldn't do. Should she even hide?

Nope, she should just find the pack.

This Night Shade Pack.

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Sekai

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4 Years | Male | Nightshade | Subordinate

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The cream-white fur crowning his shoulders was disturbed and spiked up, the rising humidity and whipping of wind throwing his pelt around as he lounged upon a boulder, swaying ever so slightly with the breeze. Sekai lay just out of the main dens area, gazing across the dancing stalks of grass before him. The pressing smell of an impending downpour appeared to cloud his senses, though small traces of his packmates and small animals made their way to him. It was a flooding sensation, one he wasn't all too fond of. Duties. What were his duties for the day? He couldn't quite recall, so possibly he hadn't gotten any yet. A boring day, which could easily fold inside out with the clouds gathering overhead. Uneasiness bunched his stomach together.

Lifting his head to survey his surroundings better, his mind drifted to who had left the pack today. Several wolves. Hunting? Patrolling? Who knew. It seemed a few wolves found joy in dismissing responsibility thus far. The male narrowed his eyes against the wind in an aggravated squint. Having nothing to do made him too twitchy. His pale fur contrasted against the blueish-gray lighting and clouds around him as he made his way off the boulder, dark claws leaving chalk-like scrape marks into the ancient stone. Listening to the hisses and whispers of field grass brushing against rocks and each other for a long moment, the tall male stalked his way back to the den areas.

Sekai's paws sunk into the grass covered dirt, which was slowly becoming more and more compacted with each stride he took. The closer he got, the warmer the environment was. Relief settled into his tension laden muscles as the familiar yips and murmurs of his pack milling around brushed against the hairs of his ears, Sekai swiveled his ears forward in polite curiosity as he observed his surroundings.It was much rainier without the wind of the open plains to dissipate it. The rain stained his pelt a translucent gray. A grim taste of the downpour to come. The only positive to this is that there was no sight of lightning yet, meaning the rain left the land sodden. Perhaps they could avoid blazes and maybe even infernos if it was bad enough. Backing up, Sekai ducked under a bush and instead chose to wander the outskirts, growing further and further away as his strides lengthened. Keeping a landmark of the entrance to the general pack area in sight, he pondered howling to see if there were any Night Shade wolves still out and about. Then.. he could possibly attract aggressive rogues wanting to follow him back in hopes for shelter. Not a good plan. Sekai's frozen moment of hesitation was over as it started, spinning on his paws to return.

As he jogged, a huff escaped him to express the new-found coldness seeping into his bones through the rain clogged fur hugging his frame. Impatience ate away at him again, after all. Laps around the territory were probably not the best idea during a downpour only growing worse.

His eyes rested upon the dispersing figure of Hallbjorn, watching as the others began to follow his lead. "Good," he thought, his own figure unmoving until the others broke off into a walk. That, and he'd wait until Ildiko told him that she was prepared to move. No matter the situation, Callan would always walk at the rear to watch over his sister, and if he himself couldn't, he would station somebody else to walk alongside of her. He never saw his sister as weak, despite her blindness. It was a simple precaution. Thus, he figured he'd ask Chione to walk with them as well.

However, what he didn't expect was, after asking, that she'd shift her head in a submissive pose. "Don't.. You don't have to do that," he huffed. The male didn't mind when others did it typically, but Chione? Oh, it wasn't right at all. She shouldn't be allowed to do such an action, not when his rank was rightfully hers. Pausing, the male's ears pinned against his skull for a moment when she called his name before perking back up. "Please, Callan is fine," he corrected. He couldn't have her call him Delta Callan. It was so formal, so proper. The male may be intimidating and stern, but even he wasn't fond of titles. Titles were for those proud of their ranks. Callan wasn't.

Blinking slowly, he processed her words. Opening his mouth to speak, he slammed it shut as his sister beat him to it, a soft click sounding as his teeth clashed together. He cleared his throat as Ildiko took the lead on the conversation, his own figure standing awkwardly, as if he was interrupting them. Finally, when he noticed a small ounce of silence, Callan took it as a chance to speak. "Ildiko speaks the truth. You wouldn't slow us down. We're in no rush. We know where to go and we'll get there, no matter the pace. And.." Trailing off, Callan took a moment to think of what to say next. Like mentioned before, he wasn't very good with actual conversations besides snapping at another.

"You wouldn't.. taint us with your presence. You would honour us with it. So, if you'd let us, we'd be privileged to walk with you." Surely it wasn't a bad idea. His role was to watch over the pack, and Chione was part of it. It wouldn't be against the rules to be kind to her. She deserved it, especially in the conditions she was living under. Chione deserved some respect and kindness, even if her new rank said otherwise.

Turning to Ildiko, he frowned, "and you, aren't you supposed to be blind? How'd you manage to mosey your way into my conversation so quickly?" Despite his downturned face, Callan's tone held amusement in it. Just like that, his frown eased into a lopsided smile, even if his sister couldn't see it.

He watched the two for a moment before positioning himself beside Ildiko. However, before even taking a single step, his ears whirled towards his sister, taking in what she said. "Smell what?" He asked, lifting his gaze to glance around until, out of nowhere, a figure sat near the dens, causing Callan's hackles to raise. "There's a stranger sitting there," he whispered. For a moment, the male believed himself to be seeing things. Was he hallucinating? How did this individual get there without his knowledge? Without Slade's knowledge?

"Stay here," he told both Chione and Ildiko. "I mean it, Ildiko. Don't move. Chione, make sure she doesn't move." He knew his sister did her own thing. He usually didn't mind, but not this time. This time, he needed her to stay put. While he broke off into a trot to inspect this individual, Callan noticed two rabbits resting by their paws. Upon approaching, Callan stopped a few feet away, staring at the female with her two rabbits, his lips peeling back in warning. "You have the audacity to set foot upon River Ash territory and sit near our dens?" Who did this stranger thing she was, entering without a welcome. Were there more of her? Was this an invasion?

"State your name and reason for trespassing at once." Standing, Callan stared at the female, a nomad no doubt, but why come bearing gifts? To join? To trick them?

"Failure to respond will result in me eliminating your off of the territory, and I won't be kind."