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[Novocaine]

There's nothing like a trail of blood...

This night was unlike any other, or was it night? Violent shadows were cast upon this dark forest. Lightening lashed out across the sky striking toward the tall trees that danced in the wind. Thunder roared in the distance louder than the angriest wolf. The winds howled and any words spoken here would be easily carried off by the unforgiving winter storm. Silvery paws were firmly planted upon this piece of land, her land. Or the 'packs' land, but it was secretly hers in her mind. Keen Amethyst visionaries watched for her alphas searching the veil of forest for the leaders. Who did dare approach her here? Her frame was neatly placed upon a small lump of Earth and even as she stood her muscles bulged beneath her thick winter coat. Usually a thousand bright stars would smile upon her near perfect image (Or she thought it was near perfect), but tonight the stars as well as their bright mistress Lady Lune were hidden by the swirling curtain of storm clouds. The fierce winds slammed against her sides challenging her balance, but she remained firmly planted upon the cold, wet terrain. The trees of the forest rustled and bent beneath the might of the storm.

Ebonite brims pulled back releasing a snarl from her vocals. A call, for the leaders, she was alone and this irritated her. Her call did not get far before the wind swept it away and devoured it. Her strong muscular bodice was lifted high on all fours, Novocaine could be manipulative, deceitful, she could be sneaky but right now she wanted to know that her home had not been abandoned. Her body shook in anger. Of course she was alert, her angry lavender visionaries frantically searched the dim horizon. The wind and booming thunder, however dulled her hearing. She was always a little paranoid, but more so now that she believed her home was unprotected. Cloudy vaults were now filled with rage and turned upward to search the endless grey-black welkin blocked by towering trees. Her dark gaze lowered once again, hackles were now raised, she was getting more impatient by the moment. That was how things went with Nova, things got done then and there or not at all. Finally her large frame moved forward slowly, a soft sigh passed her jaws, she was trying to calm herself. Large paw prints remained in the pale snow where her paws once rested. Her wolf feet were now rested in a new mark upon it scar-less, untouched surface.

At last with a frustrated grunt she placed her rump upon the cold Earth and hung her greyish cranium. Nova had no idea what else to do, she could hiss and growl until someone showed up, that would just leave her breathless and exhausted. Solitude. It was a things she once desired, to be alone all the time while the other moved around her and on with their lives. Called upon only when needed, only to guide the underlings with her young wisdom. Now it was a thing she despised, there was no one left. The harsh winters had claimed all but a handful, but where had that handful gone? Why wouldn't they come back to her?

To find your way back home.

[Myth]

Got to fight another fight -
I gotta run another night...

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The time of day had never ment much. Night was simply when the sun could no longer beat down upon the dull ground below. Day was when the silver hues, which made a thing beautiful, were flooded away into a much clearer, bleaker, sight of what they were really facing when they woke every morning. The wind shifted and tumbled through the land, catching deep fur as dark as the stormy sky above. Pale orbs were scanning through the vast land as he payed no mind to his footing. The grass and trees smelled of others, but, as he searched more and more, he was coming to call them ghosts. Dull oders of the pack that had long since died away or split apart. So many packs had gone that way. So he had heard. The brutes red jaws parted as he scented the air once more, he had been so certain. The dream of him finding a pack had been so clear, had it been wrong yet again? The wind claimed the land once again carrying with it a scent slightly stronger than the others. It was still dull, maybe far off, or deluted by time. He could be chasing something that was not there. But, still his feet pushed foreward into the darkness of the forest, that could be full of fake promises and deception.

His sable pelt swayed aimlessly in the breeze to some unheard song. A storm was birthing above him. A deep, velvet hue had been casted over the land, broken only when the sky struck out and cursed with thunder. His pace picked up very slightly. A tight feeling in his chest, if he was chasing more than a ghost on the wind, with the scent that was leading him, the rain would wash it all away, beat down until every last bit of it was gone. Above him the sky flashed as a reminder to the oncoming storm. The thunder sent chills through his body and made his chest pound with it's own storm. A storm that made his paws more faster across the land. The scent was too close to be a ghost. To soft to be that of someone who had long since fallen victum to time. He could still feel the wind whipping through his pelt. Hear the thunder above him. As he continued to move foreward. He broke through the underbrush just as lightning parted the clouds and cold rain began to sheet down across the land.

For an instant all hope of finding what he had been searching for had gone. Torn away at the very instant the first rain drop had hit him. His lope had slowed the a slow walk with his pale orbs watching his paws, his fur hanging heavy with the water that clung to it. He looked about as sad as he felt. Was he the only one left? It felt like ages since he had seen another wolf. A roar of thunder rolled from the sky, at the same time a deep alto song tore from his chest. The chorus rang on for only a minute, before it was again swallowed up. No echo to be heard. Remorse had all but broken him. Convinced him he was alone, before, a flash of lightning answered his call. Illuminating the forest with light dulled by the heavy rain. There, he caught glimpse of another wolf. There he saw the wolf he had been fallowing. A friend? He payed no mind to the memory he had strayed into pack lands in his search. His feet pulled him into view. His pale orbs scanning through the rain.

Getting out -
check it out

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[Mornefindon Aerlaf]

Sometimes fate had a nasty way of getting back at you in the moments you least expect it. Mornefindon Aerlaf had spent most of the day patrolling his pack lands, remarking the boundaries and chasing off the odd aggressive vulture who had been spending it's time around their den at dusk. And so, now that the sun had set over the land, covering it in a blanket of darkness and tucking all the creatures in for sleep, the Alpha thought that he could at last sleep.

Curling up and tucking his maw under his tail, the great wolf closer his blue eyes to sleep... Just as the first drop of rain hit his nose. Shaking his head in surprise, he looked up and finally saw the storm that had snuck up on him and the land. Pulling himself up, Morne headed off for some nearby caves, not rushing thinking he had time.

Of course he'd been wrong. Within a few minutes it was pouring down and his thick black fur was sticking to his body, muscles more prominent with the camouflage his coat provided. The Alpha huffed, already sick of the wetness and the cold that was slowly creeping into his bones as he loped through the forest. It was then, in between the breaks of thunder, that he heard two howls. One he recognised as that of his Beta in the direction he was heading, the other was also close but unfamiliar. His heckles would have raised if it had not been for the down pour.

Lengthening his strides, the Mackenzie Valley soon reached the rocky outcrop and found himself standing behind Novacaine, his faithful Beta.

"Novacaine!" He called, his voice almost instantly swallowed by the wind that raged around them. The lighting flashed, lighting up the land, and yet Morne could not see the bodiless voice

[Novocaine]

I fear that...

The wind howled, but the thunder drowned out even the sound of the falling rain pattering against the wet earth. The cold water was just warm enough to banish the frost that covered the earth. The water formed puddles beneath her silvery figure as she waited, droplets of water hung on individual strands of greyish fur. Her thick pelt could not protect her soft skin from such a storm and the violent winds chilled the water as it slid down her body, even through her fur. There had been silence for some time, not that she expected to hear anything over such a storm. Infact Nova was beginning to wonder why she'd chosen now of all times to call for someone, maybe she was afraid of the thunder. It was not likely, but she couldn't quite tell, not that Nova would tell anyone if she was afraid. Anyway, she felt the cold heart in her chest growing colder with every second and she was tired of waiting. Finally her rump lifted from the muddy earth and she began to move slowly away, in search of shelter. This time, when the thunder should have boomed there was a short pause. Everything stopped, even time stood still for the two seconds before a loud sound pierced the sky. It was a familiar sound, but the voice was unknown to her. Immediately she spun around taking an offensive stance. There was a tingling feeling along her spine where her fur would raise, instead the fur rippled slightly before being flattened again by the gallons of rain spilling over her.

Eye frantically searched the shadows for the stranger, her upper lip twitched in frustration but she made no sound. A million thoughts rushed to distract her but the voice got her attention first. Over the roaring storm there was a faint whisper, her name, she swore it was her name. Amethyst eyes shifted quickly to gaze upon a known face. Mornefindon. A puppy-like excitement transformed her dark features, a joy filled the emptiness in her chest until if felt that it might burst. She was almost ready to pounce on him and nuzzle him to death, until she realized what a stupid and disgusting thought that was. Nova turned her body to face her leader and without a word she plopped her rear back onto the ground. By now her happy expression had faded and she gazed upon him with dull vacant eyes. Then, she blinked and nodded forgetting completely about the voice of the stranger. "Lord." It was but a whisper from her charred lips and the wind quickly carried her soft voice away.

You've set off.

[Myth]

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Normaly, as any loner would, the site of the alpha of the claimed land would have sent chills down his spine and sent him, tail tucked, back into the forest to be alone for another night. But, after the Great ice claimed so many, causing him to spend the last year or so alone, he was sick of it. He wasn't going back after searching for so long for any other wolf who continued to breath. His dark form was all but invisible even as he stepped into view. Infact, what made it worse, was he could barely see the two wolves before him. He could only hope for a flash of lightning, which, in itself, was bad. They could also see him. They could attack him. They probably would. It was at the thought of him being a coward and turning around before they saw him, a flash of lightning parted the dark sky, illuminating the entire forest.

But, it's better than being a coward..

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