Fantasy The Pack | IC

[Tasteless]

PROLOGUE

A pack gathers at the mouth of an ancient skull, their pelts darker than a night without stars. Their growls echo softly, as they patiently awaited.

After a moment, a pair of red eyes emerges from deep within the skulls gaping mouth, the shadows concealing his identity, wrapping around him like a blanket of darkness.
“Tonight, we move.” He growls, the others had fallen silent the moment the senses his presence, yet their eyes glimmered with desire. “We have done our business in this land, and it will forever cry with the memories of our presence.” He barks, which is returned with satisfied growls of agreement. “The scouts have reported thriving land, yet it is inhabited by the very creatures we despise.” The red eyes close for a moment, before reopening even fiercer than before. “We will destroy them, and claim the land as ours. No longer shall wolves have to hide in fear, or face the cruel betrayal of man! We shall rain down upon them, and show them that no wolf will bow to such despicable creatures!” His voice deepens into a massive growl, and the wolves crowded around begin to shift and growl, their pelts bristling in excitement. “We shall slaughter them all!” He howls, in turn what sounded like hundreds joined him, their merciless call echoing with horrifying beauty.

Time :: 6:00 AM
Day :: Saturday, November 15th.

Jackson

Location :: Pack Cabin
Feeling :: Drowsy
Interactions :: Storm

Jackson slowly ventures out of his room, rubbing his eyes softly. His dreams were odd, he can’t remeber them but he still felt the looming feeling of danger.
With a sigh the alpha walks down the stairs of the cabin he owns, while not all his pack members reside in his cabin, some do. It’s usually the meeting spot, and where they are free to be whatever form they desire to be, though Jackson prefers if they keep their paws outside if they are dirty.

He slowly wanders into the kitchen, just as his sister his about to walk out the door. “Good morning.” He says softly, which causes her to jump. “I didn’t hear you, good morning.” Storm says softly, “I’m going out for a bit, I’ll see you in a few hours.” Storm says gently before quickly rushing out the door.
Jackson huffs softly, “so much for family bonding.” He yawns, smirking before going to the counter and beginning to brew some coffee and boil water in a kettle for the other pack members who enjoy tea.

After a few moments he pours himself a mug of freshly brewed coffee, adding in sugar and creamer before leaning against the counter, watching the snow float towards the ground softly. It had been snowing for days, yet the snow was still easy to navigate through, especially in their Shifted forms.

He sips his coffee, unable to shake the feelings from his dream, more reports of humans being mauled have been surfacing recently, and while the pack has caught scents they have been unable to truly find the ones responsible. Yet the last week has been quiet, and Jackson just hopes that the slaughter was a passing group, not one that intends to stay.

Storm

Location :: The Forest
Feeling :: Calm
Interactions :: Jackson

Storm was startled by her brothers sudden appearance, she tells him good morning before quickly leaving the cabin.
She inhales deeply, the icy air coursing through her lungs refreshingly. Once she was far enough from the cabin, she shifts into her wolf form. While she was larger than an average wolf, she was smaller than the rest of her pack mates, this never truly bothered her though.

She slowly trots through the thick snow, the breeze ruffling her thick white fur. Nature calmed her, and it was a morning ritual of hers to walk through the forest to her usual spot, just beneath a large overhang of rocks where a herd of moose usually wander.

It didn’t take her long to arrive, but she was a tad late as the moose were already in the area. She crouches low and silently stalks her way under the overhang, it was dry and slightly warm as usual. She rests her head on her dainty paws, watching the moose graze and some even spar playfully. The calves she had watched be birthed were growing larger now, and resembling their massive parents more ever day.
Her blue eyes were calm, as she watched the herd which was so blissfully unaware of her presence, not that she had any interest in hunting them anyways, the cabin was stocked with more than enough food.

Storm sighs softly, watching her smoky breath dance across the snow and dissipate as if she hadn’t even taken the breath in the first place. She was calm, and relished in the peaceful moments of morning as the sun rose over the distant trees, causing the snow to shimmer beautifully.

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[Cosmic_Flare]

Walking through the forest, the young woman slipped her hands into jacket pockets. The air was crisp, the dark sky slowly welcoming the sun. A dark cry filled the air, making the woman pause. Her sharp, ice-like eyes scanned the trees, looking for any sign of close movement.

No, they can't be nearby, she thought to herself, hoping the thought was true. Thinking the howling was the pack, she sighed heavily. She had been trying to avoid The Pack for years, running, hiding, and killing to get away. Now that she was finally enjoying a free life as a loner, she wasn't ready to give it up.
Her body was covered in fur in seconds, her powerful limbs carrying her far away from the distant cry of the wolves.

 

[Angelofdarkness]

Heaving a sigh the young woman rolled onto her side tugging the blankets up over her head. Nightmares had plagued her sleep for weeks on end and the poor girl had gotten little to no sleep.

Growling she swung her legs over the side of the bed. A shiver shot up her spine as her bare feet meet the ground. Running a hand threw her thicket of Ebony curls she sighed. Oh thank god he made coffee...

Sybella stood brushing her hair out with her fingers, before changing into a pair of hip hugging jeans, a crimson long sleeve shirt and her leather jacket. Taking the stairs two at a time she skidded into the kitchen. "Morning..." she yawned.

"Oh my gods, coffee! Yes!!!" She parctically purred hugging Jackson.

 

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Diantha


"After it!" A man shouted, pointing to his company with a gun in hand. They were people, humans who loved hunting wolves and sell them as fur coats. She couldn't let herself be caught, she promised her dad that she'd run and live for all of them as they tried to fight back the men in guns. There number has lessen and a few were bloodied with bites but they were still relentless in catching the purple eyed wolf who was taller than the average male in their pack and the swiftest of them all. That wolf couldn't let herself be caught. Not now, not ever, especially not when she hadn't had her revenge.

Bang.

Bang.

Run. It was all that she could think about, no matter of pain or bleeding wound changed her way of thinking at the moment. She ran fast even when she was limping through the outskirts. She's not sure how long has she been running, what day it was or where she is but she felt a tug leading her to a place she don't know where to. She transformed into her human form and sat beside a tree.

She hasn't realized that she had fallen asleep, when her mind was beginning to steady she noticed woods with thick snow, as a trail of blood that came from a young wolf
that was wandering in a land unknown to her. Her hair blended with the color of the snow, she tore off a part of her shirt to cover her bleeding thigh. "Ugh. Shit." At this point her blood wasn't bleeding as much anymore but she still lost quite the amount that it left her lips and skin pale.

She felt so weak and her stomach was growling. She must've been running for a few days and slept for at least half a day if she felt this weak, she thought to herself. She tried to stand up but epicly failed and hit her elbow on a snowed rock. "AHH GODDANMIT" She shouted with more energy than necessary and curled a bit because of the pain, her actions brought about the sudden sound of hooves prancing through the snow which was revealed to be a moose. With no other options, as much as she'd hate to admit it, she needed help and hopefully someone would be passing through or lived in the forest. "HELP!" She shouted with as much force as she can, shouting over and over until someone hears her.


Interacting with: No one

Feeling: Lost || Angry || Cold || Hurt || Lonely

Location: Unknown
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[Tasteless]

Jackson

Location :: Pack Cabin
Feeling :: Calm
Interactions :: Angelofdarkness

Jackson laughs, “well duh, none of us would function without it.” He smirks, taking another sip of his coffee. “Storm already left.” He says with a slightly concerned tone, he looks back towards the window, watching the tree line in the distance. He always worried for his sister, especially after their parents died.

He sighs, taking another sip and running his fingers through his hair, the cabin was full of food but he felt restless, like he should be doing something, anything besides sitting in the cabin all day.

Blood and Gore below

Arch

Location :: The Forest
Feeling :: Irritated
Interactions :: None

Arch wades through the snow, shockingly silent as he eyes his prey, with powerful hide legs he launches himself forward, his massive paws tearing though the soft snow like a hot knife. A shrill scream echoes out, as Arch lands squarely on a woman walking the trail. The man she was walking with shouts, and throws stones, one striking Arch hard in the muzzle.

He growls loudly, showing his massive fangs at the man. Arch leaps off the woman and tears after the running man, yet he doesn’t get far.

Arch slams his paw into the mans back, causing the man to fall forward with a painful groan, Arch chuckles out a growl as the man desperately claws at the frozen soil of the trail. Without a second though, the massive male sinks his fangs into the mans shoulder, thrashing his head like a rabid animal. The sounds of bones breaking is clear as day, as the man screams in agony.

Blood pours onto the ground thickly, steaming in the frigid winter air. The man quickly falls silent, as his body falls into shock. Arch drops his body and turns his head back to the woman, who was paralyzed with fear. Her eyes wide and horrified.

Arch slowly walks towards her, his paws and muzzle stained in blood. The woman was silently crying, staring into Arch’s merciless eyes. “Oh hush.” He growls softly, licking her cheek free of tears, leaving a streak of blood in its place. “It’ll be quick my dear.” He circles behind her slowly, before opening his jaws wide and the sinking his fangs into the back of her neck with a sickening crack and thrash.

Arch drops the woman’s severed head in the snow, licking his muzzle. With a satisfied huff, the massive wolf moves into the forest without another action.

 

[Tasteless]

Storm

Location :: The Forest
Feeling :: Shocked
Interactions :: Colorless Spectrum
Storm was startled out of her daze when cries echoed from not far, she hadn’t even noticed the scent of blood drifting through the air. The moose immediately took off, which allowed Storm to crawl out of the small rock overhang and follow the scent.

As the smell of blood drew stronger, the cries grew louder. Until Storm revealed herself from the brush, and spots a woman resting against a tree. Before doing anything, Storm apparoaches the blood trail and smells it deeply, this typically gives her information about the person.
Female.
Young Adult.
..Shifter?
Storm meets the woman’s gaze steadily, before shifting into her human form. She approaches the woman carefully, before taking a knee beside her, it wasn’t often she came across a lone shifter, especially not one that was injured.

Storm traces the wound gently with her fingers, and her expression becomes incredibly worried. “You were shot?” Her eyes meet Dianthas, before she clears her throat slightly. “I can help you, if you let me.” Storm says softly, looking back to the wound and coming to the conclusion and the woman wouldn’t be able to walk without assistance.

 

[Cosmic_Flare]

Running for what feels likes hours, The young wolf turns her head back for just a moment. Seeing nothing following her, she sighs in relief, only to slip over something... or someone.

Getting to her paws in anger, she searches for th cause of her fall, surprised to come face to face with a body-less head.

Her ears flattening to her head, she suddenly smells the overwhelming scent of another wolf.

Not now... She thinks to herself, looking around, her instincts kicking in. Digging her paws into the snow quietly, she backs away from the crime scene, hoping not to get caught by the criminal.


(Arch Tasteless )

 

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Diantha


She has never felt cold the way she did right now. The cold felt almost comforting as she felt her eyes get heavier through every passing second but her throbbing thigh kept her awake. "Help..." her voice was hoarse and weak. She watched as fogs form and dissipates everytime she breathes. "I can't die yet..." she tells herself weakly, eyes roaming for anyone or anything until it landed on a white wolf. She could only stare, in her eyes it was the most beautiful wolf she has ever seen and it scared her. Dia's mother used to tell of a story, that when a shifter is about to die a white wolf would appear, it had an otherworldly glow and it would accompany the shifter until they die.

"Am I dying?" She asked herself, but it was also directed at the white wolf infront of her. To Dia's shock, it wasn't a white wolf from her mother's story but a woman whose face she couldn't see due to the sun shining brightly above them. The woman traced a finger on Dia's wound which made the latter groan in pain. The woman's voice was full of worry, Dia nooded to the question.

She wasn't sure why but she suddenly remembered Elana, her best friend, the one that she has loved since childhood and her brother's mate. It might be due to the weakness that she felt, the hunger and the feeling of dying but she was seeing Elana and she touched the woman's face with every strength that she had left and spoke, "Elana... I should have told you way back then that I love you. I shouldn't have run away to save myself. I'm..." tears were now flowing down her face, Dia was trying to blink them away as she looked down.

She was about to say more but she didn't see green eyes but a crystal blue instead, she blinked and blinked until she realized she was talking to a stranger all along. "You... not..." confusion filled her grey eyes as it darted around the other woman's face. "Name... Diantha" and then she just passed out.


Interacting with: Storm Tasteless

Feeling: Exhausted || Grateful || Nostalgic || Confused

Location: Unknown
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[Tasteless]

Storm

Location :: The Forest
Feeling :: Panicked
Interactions :: Colorless Spectrum Angelofdarkness
While the woman babbled incoherently, Storms mind was racing. It had been awhile since she had seen so much blood..
Just as the woman began, she fell unconscious. Storm hesitates for a moment, before taking a step back and shifting. She looks down at the woman and gently picks her up by her shirt, slouching slightly to place the woman on her back, once the woman was mostly on, Storm shakes softly to set the woman in place.
Without another thought, Storm takes off. She runs as fast as possible without dropping the woman or harming her more, panting heavily as she could feel Dia’s blood soaking into her fur. Once she got close enough to the cabin she tips her head back into an alarm call, her howls echoing beautifully for quite a long range.

She continues on, the cabin coming into sight now. “Just hold on!” Storm whines, worried for the shifter she’s never even met.

Arch

Location :: The Forest
Feeling :: Irritated
Interactions :: Cosmic_Flare

Arch inhales, expecting to breathe in the scent of blood, only to also scent another wolf. His ears perk, perhaps this was another pack wolf that he had heard so much about. Arch decides to watch to see how to wolf reacts, only to nearly be bumped into by the wolf, who was attempting to retreat out of the area.
“Watch it.” He growls, while the female was large, she didn’t match Arch. He stood tall, and his muscles were clearly visible beneath his thick pelt. His gray gaze was piercing and cold, “are you going to go and rattle on me?” He chuckles, his voice was rough like gravel, almost resembling a growl.
The blood staining his paws and muzzle was darkening, yet still clearly fresh. He perks his ears and watches the unknown female, awaiting her response.

 

[hwayi]

JUNE

THE BOY HAD SUDDENLY SAT UP, COVERED IN SWEAT. JUNE GASPED FOR AIR, RUBBING HIS EYES TO CONFIRM THAT WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED WAS A DREAM. THE GUNSHOTS AND HOWLS, THEY WEREN'T REAL. CLUTCHING HIS WHITE LINEN SHIRT WHERE HIS HEART WOULD HAVE BEEN, HE LEANED FORWARD UNTIL HIS FOREHEAD MET HIS KNEES. HE COULDN'T BREATHE PROPERLY. NICE GOING, HUMAN ASTHMA, OR WHATEVER THEY CALLED THAT STUFF. JUNE'S HAND TRIED TO FIND THE WINDOWSILL NEXT TO HIS STILL UNFAMILIAR BED, KNOCKING THINGS DOWN AS HE TRIED TO FIND THAT SMALL BLUE THING. INHALER? FINALLY FINDING IT, HE TOOK A LONG BREATH AND SHOVED THAT THING IN HIS MOUTH.

IT TOOK HIM A FEW PUFFS UNTIL HE WAS FINE. JUNE STARED AT THE WALL FOR A GOOD TEN MINUTES BEFORE STANDING UP. IT WAS TIME TO TAKE HIS DOG FOR A WALK. HE RUFFLED HIS HAIR AND LOOKED AT HIMSELF IN THE MIRROR. DID HE NEED TO DO ANYTHING MORE THAN TO WAKE UP? NO, HE WASN'T A HUMAN BEING. HE DIDN'T NEED THOSE ENDLESS AND USELESS MORNING ROUTINES. JUST LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE DO, HE OPENED THE WINDOW OF THIS HOUSE AND JUMPED INTO THE SNOW.

JUNE WAS LEFT WITH QUITE THE WILL BY THE ELDERLY COUPLE. AND HOW HAD HE USED THAT MONEY? HE BOUGHT THIS CRAPPY HOUSE FROM THE MIDDLE OF THE FORESTS OF SOUTHERN COLORADO. HE HAD HOPED THAT HE WOULD LIVE HERE AS A LONE WOLF, HUNTING THE LITTLE CRITTERS THAT INHABITED THIS PLACE. HE HAD BEEN THAT NAIVE TO THINK IT WOULD REALLY WORK LIKE THAT. JUNE QUICKLY CAME AWARE OF ONE PROBLEM. THIS PLACE WAS FILLED WITH OTHER WOLVES AND PEOPLE WHO DIDN'T NECESSARILY EVEN LIKE THEM. FROM ALL THE PLACES, HE HAD WON THE LOTTERY WHEN IT CAME TO THE MOST UNSAFE PLACE FOR HIM.

HE HAD BEEN MORE FERAL IN THE LAST PASSING WEEKS. HE HATED BEING IN HIS HUMAN FORM AND WOULD RATHER PLAY IN THE SNOW AND HUNT. UNLIKE MANY, HE WASN'T A HUMAN BEING THAT SHIFTED INTO A WOLF. HE WAS A WOLF THAT SHIFTED INTO A HUMAN BEING. WHEN HE WAS AT A SAFE DISTANCE FROM THE EYES OF HUMAN BEINGS, HE SHIFTED. PRANCING IN THE SNOW AND ROLLING IN IT, HE WAS PLAYING BY HIMSELF. HE WAS ALRIGHT WITH THE IDEA OF BEING ALONE. HE HAD PROBABLY DONE IT FOR FIFTEEN YEARS BEFORE BEING FOUND BY MA AND PA. IN FACT, JUNE HAD VERY LITTLE TO NONE MEMORIES ABOUT HIS TIME BEFORE THE TWO LAST YEARS.

HE WAS SOON ALERTED OF THE PRESENCE OF OTHER WOLVES. JUNE STOPPED IN HIS TRACKS, SMELLING THE AIR. DAMN IT, HE WAS TOO LATE. HE TRIED TO STEP BACKWARDS, AWAY FROM THE SCENE NOT THAT FAR AWAY. JUNE COULD SMELL BLOOD, AND JUDGING FROM THE PRESENCE OF OTHER WOLVES, THIS WAS A MURDER. HE WOULDN'T GET INVOLVED, NO MATTER WHAT.
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[Cosmic_Flare]

Cherish
Surprised at the sudden return of the other wolf, she turns, pinning him to the ground quickly. She snarled at him before realizing, despite her size, he was still bigger than her.
Quickly backing off, she watched him carefully, trying to read his body language as she spoke.
“Who are you?” She asks quickly, wondering if he could be a member of the pack or simply a loner like herself. Noticing the blood on his paws, she looks back to the corpse she had just found, snarling softly.
“And why did you kill her?”​

 

[Tasteless]

Jackson

Location :: Pack Cabin
Feeling :: Shocked
Interactions :: Storm Colorless Spectrum
He freezes when he heard the howl, it was an alarm, it meant someone needed help and fast.. and it was Storms howl..

Jackson puts his mug on the counter and throws open the sliding glass door, peering into the snow field he spots the white fur of his sister, with what looked to be a woman on her back, who was bleeding heavily. “Fuck.” He curses under his breath.

He runs into the snow, watching his sister shift back into her human form and struggling to carry the woman. “She-“ Storm gasps for breath from running, “She is hurt pretty bad.”

Jackson picks up Diantha in his arms, carrying her bridal style. He rushes back towards the cabin, Storm hot on his heels.

Once they get inside, Storm clears the kitchen table so Jackson could lay her down. The woman was almost weightless, and her skin was pale.

“Get me alcohol, tweezers and the stitching kit.” He barks, applying pressure to Dia’s wound. Once his sister returns with the supplies, Jackson removes the cloth on the woman’s thigh, exposing the bullet wound. “Do you know what happened?” He asks, sliding his fingers into the hole of her jeans, careful to avoid the injury as he tears open the jeans more to give him room with work with.

“She was shot.. she’s a shifter.” Storm says quietly. Jackson is silent for a moment, looking at his sister with a shocked and stern glare, before getting back to work. They didn’t have time to discuss what Storm was thinking, not if they wanted to save this girls life.

Jackson carefully sanitizes the tweezers and needle, before placing a small amount on a cloth and blotting the bullet hole. He begins to get to work, using the tweezers to gently tug out the remaining shards of lead and dead flesh, before beginning to sew up the wound carefully. It took maybe twenty minutes, but the wound was secured and clean.

Jackson huffs softly, wrapping Dia’s thigh in adhesive bandaging. Jackson carefully picks Dia up, and carries her to a vacant room on the first floor. He sighs as he places her into the bed, putting a few blankets over her before walking out of the room.

“You and I need to have a conversation.” He says sternly to Storm, as he walks back towards the kitchen.

Arch

Location :: The Forest
Feeling :: Irritated
Interactions :: Cosmic_Flare

Arch growls louder, “it doesn’t matter who I am.” He huffs, licking his bloody muzzle. He twitches his ears at the females question, “that’s none of your business.” He growls again, before smirking. “If anything, I killed them out of mercy.” He huffs, looking towards the corpse, “it’s nothing compared the what the rest will do.” He growls, looking down at the female, “I suggest you mind your own business though, the others that are coming are not as friendly, and they love blood.” He turns to walk away, “all types of blood.” He chuckles, walking back towards to forest.

 

[Ridge]

Jasmine
Location :: Her home // The Forest
Interactions :: None, open!
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Jasmine had prepared herself for the day out on her hike for the past few days. Picking up her bag she'd made sure she'd got all correct things she needed, snacks, water, warm jacket, headphones and a few together pieces of clothing. Throwing her bag over her shoulder she put on her favourite music before heading out the door locking it behind her. Taking in a breath of the fresh air she began to track across the paths of her home until she reaches the woods.
Unlocking her phone she posted a picture on her social media, a view of her trails. Quickly tucking it away, she took hold of the handles of her bag before making her way down the trails.

it didn't take her long before she reached her favourite spot among a small river. Taking out a blanket from her bag she laid it down onto a large stone that faced the beauty of the land. Picking out her phone and placing it next to her she switched off her music and sat watching the view, singing to herself of traditional, spiritual and tribal songs.

 

[Cosmic_Flare]

Cherish
”Mercy? Are you joking?”
Her ears flattening, she growled at his second comment. The way he speaks makes her wary, her worries of the Pack rising back up inside her.
“What do you mean? Who’s they?”
Pacing, she watches the male wolf in suspicion, thinking he could turn on her at any moment. Her teeth are barred as she makes her way back and forth across the soft snow.
Constantly sniffing the air, the female stayed very aware of her surrounding. She saw every movement of a leaf, heard every tweet of a bird. Having been alone most of her life, she knows a thing or two about surviving.​

 

[Tasteless]

Arch

Location :: Headed for the River
Feeling :: Annoyed
Interactions :: Cosmic_Flare Stalking Ridge
Arch rolls his eyes, “I’m not going to hurt you, I’m not interested in wolves.” He huffs, turning his back to Cherish and slowly making his way towards the river, “and yes, mercy.” He grunts, “there is a lot more coming to the forest that will make them suffer, so I try and make it easy on them when it’s just me.” He says with almost a tone of sincerity.
His ears flick at the distant sound of singing, “like this.” He growls softly, “that’s a human, if the Pack was here, they would have already torn her throat out.” He silently moves through the foliage as he speaks, not making a sound as he draws closer to the edge of the forest. He could smell the human, and it was making his paws ache with blood lust. “The humans can’t be trusted, and the pack knows that. So they slaughter them all, in a type of game. I do it quickly, I don’t want them to feel that kind of pain when the pack gets them.” He explains, drawing closer to the river, closer to Jasmine. “It’s mercy, compared to what they would have to face.” He huffs, before stopping and slowly pushing himself out of the forest, Jasmine was facing away from him.
Perfect..

 

[hwayi]

JUNE​

OH NO. JUNE WAS DEFINITELY NOT HAVING THIS CRAP RIGHT NOW. FROZEN HERE ALMOST IN PANIC, HE LISTENED TO THE VARIOUS SOUNDS EVERYWHERE. HE WAS GETTING STRESSED BY ALL THE ACTION HAPPENING AROUND HIM. EVENTUALLY, HE FORCED HIMSELF TO MOVE. TOWARDS THE RIVER. HE COULD LOSE HIS SCENT AND MOVE ON. GET BACK HOME. GET THE HELL OUT OF COLORADO. BUT WHERE WOULD HE GO? HE WAS ALONE RIGHT NOW. HE'D BE KILLED BY EITHER A HUMAN BEING OR A WOLF IN HERE. HE WAS STUCK.

HE STARTED SPEEDING UP. THIS WAS NOT THE TIME TO THINK ABOUT HIS FUTURE. HE'D HAVE TO GET OUT IN ONE PIECE FROM HERE FIRST. JUNE DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THE SCENT OF A HUMAN BEING. WELL, HE DID BUT IGNORED IT. HE COULD SMELL IT WAS A SHE. MAYBE HE SHOULD CHANGE INTO HIS HUMAN FORM TO NOT INTIMIDATE HER? HE COULD CHANGE INTO A WOLF IF SOMETHING WOULD THREATEN HIM ANYWAY. DECIDING TO JUST DO THAT, HE TURNED INTO HIS HUMAN FORM. HE LET A SOFT 'WOAH' ESCAPE HIS LIPS AS HE FELL ON THE SNOW FACE FIRST.

WALKING WITH TWO FEET AFTER BEING ON ALL FOURS SOMETIMES PROVED TO BE HARD, AS SHOWN RIGHT HERE. HE LOOKED AT HIMSELF. GREAT, SHIRT AND PANTS STILL ON. GRANTED, IT WAS HIS PYJAMAS, BUT AT LEAST HE WASN'T NAKED! HE HAD LEARNED THE HARD WAY THAT HUMANS REACTED IN ODD WAYS IF THEY SAW HIM IN HIS BIRTHDAY SUIT. HE DID NOT QUITE UNDERSTAND WHY, BUT THERE WERE MANY THINGS ABOUT HUMANS HE DID NOT UNDERSTAND.

WALKING CONFIDENTLY TOWARDS THE HUMAN BEING THAT WAS APPARENTLY SINGING, HE DIPPED HIS TOE IN THE WATER. COLD! HE IMMEDIATELY RETRACTED HIS FOOT. HOW WAS HE GOING TO WASH THE SMELL AWAY IF HE COULDN'T EVEN BATHE IN THIS? SUDDENLY, HE PERKED HIS HEAD UP. HE COULD FEEL SOMEONE'S EYES GLUED AT HIM. NO, HER. HE SLOWLY SHIFTED HIS GAZE TOWARDS THE WOODS. HE COULDN'T SEE THE WOLF, BUT HE COULD FEEL IT. STARING IT RIGHT IN THE EYES, JUNE'S EYES DID NOT FALTER.

"HELLO, FANCY MEETING YOU HERE! NICE WEATHER, AIN'T IT?" HE ADDRESSED THE GIRL THAT HE HAD PREVIOUSLY IGNORED. HE HAD THOUGHT THAT SHE WOULDN'T HEAR ANYTHING DUE TO HAVING THOSE HEADPHONES ON HER, BUT HE COULDN'T RISK IT. HE COULDN'T TALK ABOUT ANYTHING BUT THE WEATHER, HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY. HE WASN'T EVEN SURE IF SHE WAS LISTENING. FOR NOW, HE WAS JUST TRYING TO MAKE THIS WOLF AWARE THAT JUNE WAS HERE AND HE WOULDN'T LET HIM COME CLOSE. ​

 

[Cosmic_Flare]

Cherish
Location:Heading toward the river
Feeling: Confused and Angry
Interactions: Arch- Tasteless
Following him, she frowns deeply. His words drive a shiver up her spine, but she refused to let the male wolf notice her discomfort. She had heard a lot of dark things in her lifetime, but the way he described the Pack made her feel as though they were about to be torn apart as they spoke.
Shaking out her fur in order to calm herself down, she slips next to Arch. Smelling the blood still stuck in his fur, she glares at him for a moment.
A song catches her ear and she looks up to the human she suddenly realizes Arch is trying to kill. Immediately taking action, she pins the male wolf to the ground.
“That’s enough killing for today!” She whispers angrily. Though she wasn’t too fond of humans, she didn’t kill them unless they provoked her.
She digs her claws into his fur, pushing her weight on him in order to keep him down, but not hurting him.​

 

[Ridge]

Jasmine
Location :: Her home // The Forest
Interactions :: hwayi ​

Jasmine had been minding her own business until her head turned hearing the voice by her side. She hesitated for a moment before offering a small wave, it wasn't all that often that people made their way over to speak, she didn't always look the most welcoming. Fully shutting off everything including her own signing she cleared her throat.

"Yes, it's most beautiful." Eyes looking over him with a little surprise at the clothing he was wearing she looked away with a small flush over her cheeks.
"Are you lost by any chance, been camping?" Brow raising as her hand gestured towards his pjamas in confusion of what he was wearing. All the while, she had no clue as to the fight emerging within the forest behind her.

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[Tasteless]

Arch

Location :: Headed for the River
Feeling :: Annoyed
Interactions :: Cosmic_Flare hwayi
Arch growls loudly, showing his teeth up at Cherish, before using his hind legs and slamming them into her under belly, shoving her off of him. He snaps at the air shockingly close to her, glaring down at her with anger. “You are not in control here, female.” He barks, the fur along his spine bristling with rage. “If you don’t learn your place, I will teach it to you.” He snaps, baring his ivory fangs, his ears erect and his tail up in dominance. “You don’t want to fight with me, it will be a fight you lose. Now back off.” He snaps, before turning back towards the river.

He pushes forward a tad, and locks eyes with June. He glares for a moment, before pulling back into the forest and walking away from the situation. He walks through the forest slowly, shaking out his pelt after a moment.

 

[Cosmic_Flare]

Cherish
Location: near the river
Feeling: Frustrated
Interactions: Tasteless , hwayi
Getting back onto her paws quickly, she barks at him. “I’m not scared you...” Despite her words, she doesn’t follow him, instead looking toward what had made the larger wolf pause. She also meets eyes with June, tilting her head before understanding.
Well done... She thinks, nodding to June in thanks.
Quietly sitting, she checks her underbelly to see if Arch has caused her to bleed anywhere. Only finding some blood left over from his earlier kill, she sighs in relief. Being so far from her den and without any knowledge of her new surroundings, Cherish had put herself in quite the predicament. Thinking for a moment, she looks in the direction she had last seen the aggressive wolf.
He seems to know his way around this place, but he’s already angry at me. Maybe my speed could beat him, but I don’t think I can risk losing a fight right now. She sighs, thinking through what to do next, hidden writhing a snow-covered bush.​

 

[hwayi]

JUNE

HE WATCHED HER WAVE AND MIMICKED HER BY GIVING HER A SIMILAR WAVE BACK. HE CROUCHED, PUTTING HIS HANDS ON HIS KNEES AS HE LOOKED IN HER EYES WITH A CURIOUS GLIMMER. JUNE WASN'T FEELING COLD, HE WAS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO NEVER REALLY GOT COLD. YOU COULD LET HIM SLEEP OUTSIDE FOR A NIGHT AND HE'D COME BACK JUST FINE.

HE STILL HAD HIS EYES LOCKED WITH THE WOLF. HE FLINCHED SLIGHTLY AS HE SAW HIM BEING PINNED BY SOMEONE ELSE. A FIGHT BROKE OUT AND JUNE INSTINCTIVELY GOT CLOSER TO THE GIRL HE HAD JUST MET. SAYING NOTHING, HE LET HIS EYES LAZILY SHIFT TOWARDS HER. SHE CARRIED ALL KINDS OF STUFF WITH HER. WHAT WAS IT CALLED AGAIN, HIKING? HE SHOOK HIS HEAD SUBTLY AND SUBCONSCIOUSLY. SHE SHOULDN'T BE HERE.

"NO, I MEAN YES. I WAS HERE, CAMPING BUT NOT LOST," HE LIED THROUGH HIS TEETH AND IMMEDIATELY FELT A STRIKE OF GUILT IN HIS HEART. SOMETHING JUST WASN'T RIGHT WITH LYING. HE FELT BAD, HE PREFERRED HONESTY. MA AND PA HAD TAUGHT HIM NOT TO LIE. SAID IT WAS A SIN. HE WASN'T QUITE SURE WHAT A SIN WAS, BUT HE PRESUMED THAT IT WAS A BAD THING.

LOOKING BACK AT THE FIGHT, JUNE NOTED THAT THERE WAS ONLY ONE WOLF LEFT. HE SAW HER GIVE OUT GRATITUDE BUT HE DID NOT ANSWER. THIS WAS THE FIRST TIME THAT JUNE SAW SOMEONE HIS KIN BEING FRIENDLY. EARLIER WHEN HE WAS RUNNING ALL THE WAY FROM OREGON TO HERE HE HAD SEEN ONE WOLF. THEY CIRCLED EACH OTHER FOR A WHILE BEFORE JUNE RAN AWAY. IT WAS THE FIRST TIME HE MET SOMEONE LIKE HIM AND LEFT A BAD TASTE IN HIS MOUTH. THIS WAS A REASON WHY JUNE WANTED TO BE ALONE DESPITE HIS INSTINCTS SAYING THAT HE NEEDED TO FIND SOMEONE BESIDE HIM. IT WAS A CONFLICT INSIDE HIMSELF.

IGNORING THE HEAT HE FELT COMING OUT OF THE GIRL, HE SNAPPED BACK TO REALITY AND LOOKED AT HER WITH HIS MOUTH IN SLIGHT AGAPE. "YOU SHOULDN'T BE IN HERE. THERE ARE...BEARS," HE LIED ONCE AGAIN. IF SHE HAD FOLLOWED ANY OF THOSE 'NEWS' THINGS THAT JUNE HAD FOUND OUT WAS WHERE HUMANS GOT THEIR INFORMATION FROM, SHE'D KNOW NOT TO COME AROUND HERE.



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[Ridge]

Jasmine
Location :: The Forest
Interactions :: hwayi ​

Jasmines whole body turned around to see in which direction June had been looking at. She was more confused at his lack of attention than anything else, after all he was a stranger in the middle of the woods wearing less than appropriate clothing for the outdoors. Seeing nothing from her eyes, the wolves had moved quickly enough for her not to notice. Turning her body back around again with a small wave to him.

Wriggling back a little as he came closer she eyed him over feeling slightly uncomfortable. "I umm. Right." Digging into her bag she pulled out a clear packet, opening it she pulled out a strip of beef jerky before offering it to him. "Want some?"

 

[Tasteless]

Arch

Location :: His den
Feeling :: Annoyed
Interactions :: None
Arch huffs and he pushes his way into his den, If was formally a bears den but a shifter typically has no problem against a single bear.
He sighs as he lays in the back, licking his bloody paws and muzzle. His stomach growls softly, but he didn’t feel like hunting right now.
Arch continues to clean his paws, thinking back to the pair of shifters.
Why are they protecting humans? They clearly know nothing of what humans do, and what they are capable of.
Arch huffs, thinking back to what fuels him the most. The hatred for the humans and their ugly truth, he finishes cleaning the blood from his paws and muzzle.
He sits up and scratches behind his ear, and shaking out his pelt.
The wolves around here have a lot to learn..

 

[Cosmic_Flare]

Cherish
Location:: The Forest
Feeling:: Curious
Interactions:: Ridge

The smell of the beef jerky hits her nose. Her mouth watering, the female forgets everything that she was previously thinking about. Hunger takes over as she rises from her hiding spot and emerges from the bush. Nose to the sky, Cherish’s toungue slowly slips from her mouth.
Yummmm... It had been hours side she had eaten even a morsel, and the sudden appearance of food made her lose her sensibility. Barking softly, she tries to get the human’s attention. Her tails wags behind her in an embarrassing manner, but her stomach tells her to ignore her pride for just a minute. Sitting to seem more friendly, the large wolf looks up at her in hope.​

 

[hwayi]

JUNE

SHE WAVED AGAIN, AND HE MIMICKED HER ONCE AGAIN TOO. IT WAS LIKE A GAME TO HIM, BUT HE EVENTUALLY SHOOK IT OUT AND FOCUSED AGAIN.
"YOU SHOULD LEAVE," HE SAID, THERE WAS SOME KIND OF A COMMAND IN HIS VOICE WHILE STILL RETAINING A TONE THAT SOUNDED LIKE A SUGGESTION. PLEADING AND DEMANDING AT THE SAME TIME. HE SHUFFLED BACK AS HE REALIZED THAT HE WAS TOO CLOSE. HE WAS SURE THAT IT WAS THE PYJAMAS MAKING HER UNCOMFORTABLE.

IT WAS ONLY NOW THAT HE GOT A GOOD LOOK ON HER. THIS GIRL LOOKED VERY SPECIAL. HE HAD NEVER SEEN HAIR LIKE THAT. SHE WAS A PECULIAR ONE! WELL, WHICH ONE OF THEM WAS REALLY THE PECULIAR ONE? JUNE SCRATCHED HIS TEMPLES, WORRY EVIDENT ON HIS EYES. THE MOMENT SHE PULLED THAT JERKY OUT OF HER BAG THOUGH, HE FORGOT ALL HIS WOES. EYES GLUED ON THE PACKAGE, HE LICKED THE CORNER OF HIS MOUTH.

LOOKING BACK AT HER EYES, HE WONDERED IF SHE REALLY MEANT GIVING IT TO HIM. WHY WOULD SHE SHARE HER RESOURCES? JUST AS HE WAS ABOUT TO THANK HER, THE WOLF FROM BEFORE EMERGED FROM THE BUSHES. JUNE DIDN'T MOVE, HE KEPT HIS HANDS ON HIS KNEES AND STARED THE FELLOW SHIFTER DOWN. HE LOOKED OVER AT THE GIRL AND TRIED TO TUG HER SLEEVE.

"WE SHOULD REALLY GO NOW," HE WHINED. "THE BEARS DON'T PLAY NICE AROUND HERE,"
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