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Post by rainpath on Jan 17, 2013 17:07:47 GMT -8
Thorn stretched out her legs lazily, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun. She'd been working on some new weapons but had decided to abandon the project for the day. After all, the only weapons she needed were her teeth....and her dagger of course. she'd hand carved it out of the deer antlers she'd scrapped from her first meal as an omega. She remembered it vividly. She was just a pup, recovering from the unknown sickness that nearly killled her. She had to sit with the other omegas and watch her the rest of her pack gorge themselves on the carcass. by the time they'd finished, there'd been barely anything left but a few morsals still clinging to the stripped bones. By now the other omegas had died out and she was the only one currrently in the pack. The learners were training nearby, and she cast them an indifferent glance. Had she not been weak and ill as a pup, she would have just completed her learnership. She'd be a fairly new warrior. Not that she wanted that; she honestly didn't care about pack ranks and where she was on the social hierchary, and she didn't care about what others might think about her.
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Post by Shadingsun on Jan 25, 2013 21:35:30 GMT -8
Ronm looked around, noting especially by the way that the sun was pointed in the sky that today was a special day. Of course, Lady Emera wouldn't care. It was not her job or her duty to take care of the outtake of the clan, or to maintain order. Of course she had already handled those things out years and years ago- but now it was Ronms turn. His turn. Lately, he had found Emera locked in inside her den, refusing to come out only for dire emergencies. She had said that she had a received a sign from the gods above and needed to stay in the den- but Ronm knew that excuse all to well. He knew she was wilting over her pretentious feelings of Blizzard again. It was forbidden for a medicine wolf and a pack leader to mate, forbidden by the gods. Blizzard would never return those feelings back to her, so it was like a one sided situation. Ronm knew sometimes she would get like this for a few days and then in no time at all she would be fine, but Lady Emera had...honestly gotten worse in the last few days.
Times were stressed; he understood. Of what it felt like to loose someone you loved. To lose the only one you`d ever loved before. If Rosie hadn't died.....he left it at that, to swallowed in silent misery to finish. If Rosie hadn't died.
He just wished that nothing bad had ever happened, for once. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Ronm padded around the camp, looking for anyone that would be awake around this time and not sleeping idly. The last rays of the afternoon sun peeked out mellowly through the clouds, casting flickers and dapples of light on the crunchy-leaved ground. The trees around they`re lofty camp remained bare as the looming storm of snow silently approached, and Ronm knew he`d better enjoy the warmth while he could. The dapples of sunlight turned his golden pelt into a fiery bronze as he moved from tree to tree, and realizing that he smelt a scent nearby of one of his pack members, he stopped, pausing with narrowed blue eyes. Turning around and looking through a large bend in a tree, he recognized Thorn, who was a thin mess and a flurry of tangled gray paws. Her appearance made her seem like she was more slathered across the earth and the slowly dying grass than laying across it, and she eyed him warily through judgemental eyes.
He didn't mind. He knew he was a beta, and thus, she might not`ve been so happy to see him- if he had been from another tribe, that is. Ronm wasn't one to inflict damage to one lower than him, even if they greeted him rudely. He felt disgusted by the vigilance of the wolves his rank, and he had vowed to not turn into the same monsters that they were. "Thorn?" it was more of a statement, not a question, and he found himself trying to stoop down levelly to her size in an instant, so that he was the one bowing because of his big size instead. "I need your help!"
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Post by rainpath on Jan 26, 2013 8:20:44 GMT -8
Thorn tilted her head with cautious interest as the beta said her name, and grew confused as he lowered himself to appear smaller. She wasn't too happy to be disturbed from her rest, but she'd learned when high ranking wolves called, it was best to answer, no matter how annoying it may be. She got up slowly and arched her back in a long, drawn out stretch. "you need my help?" she yawned and shook the dirt out of her pelt, which was a futile attempt. She hadn't expected him to greet her like that, she'd expected him to call her something like "wolf-scum" or "scum-muck" or one of the other many insults she'd grown accustomed to. It was always hilarious to her when they did that, watching their shocked faces as she laughed along with them at their offenses. She was honestly surprised he was treating her like his equal. Probably just a trick, she thought, keeping her guard up. She trotted up to him nonchalontly and cocked her head. "what chya need?"
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Post by Shadingsun on Jan 26, 2013 18:32:31 GMT -8
"Well, today I`m supposed to be traveling to the outskirts of the tribe." Ronm leaned forward, his sea blue eyes glinting mysteriously as the tone of his voice lowered in an enigmatic way.
"Its said that a new tribe of both outcasts and rouges have collected among there. I`ve heard that they`re practicing witchcraft, and intend to intrude among the pack soon." Ronm leaned back, then shrugged and grinned. "So, I figured, 'hey- if Lady Emera wont check it out, then that sounds fine to me!'. So naturally, im going to go see whats up." he said it as if it was nothing- in which, in his case, it probably wasn't. Inclining his head, he looked at Thorn in curiousity.
"Want to come with? Im gathering a few other wolves to go, too."
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Post by rainpath on Jan 26, 2013 19:40:33 GMT -8
"Hmm...checking out outcasts and rogues practicing evil sorcery who wish to invade our pack. That sounds like a fun endeavor," she elaborated in her natural, sarcastic tone, but then quickly offered a smile to show that she was only trying to be humorous, "Sure, I could use something to laugh at." She cautiously began to drop the protective walls she'd made as she opened up a little. He didn't seem to be acting cruel...he actually sounded genuine. But she knew all too well how crafty these wolves were, and that it would be a mistake to trust him immediately. Still, it perplexed her that he had not attempted to insult her yet. Why is he being so friendly to me? she wondered in hidden confusion. *********************************************** Amun strolled arrogantly through the camp, enjoying the warm rays or the setting sun as they seeped into his chocolate and golden pelt. He knew most of the other warriors had retired for the afternoon, but he wasn't quite ready for sleep. His entire body felt energized and he knew if he followed the other's example he'd only fidget with restlessness. Besides, a few wolves were still out, and he never missed an oppourtunity to impress. He halted when he noticed Ronm in the distance, speaking with someone. Perhaps he'll need me for something? he wondered before beginning to approach them. He stopped abruptly once he realized who he was conversing with. Thorn! He scowled, openly displaying his disgust. She had to have been the only she-wolf in the pack he hadn't been with. Sure he had a weak spot for pretty faces, but Thorn? she was hideous! Her dull gray fur was consistently matted, she never washed the dirt out of her pelt, and she was covered in so many battle scars, he wondered how it is she was still alive. Maybe the young wolf would be kind of attractive if she took care of herself for once, but until then, he was not interested. He turned sharply to slink away, desperately hoping they wouldn't notice him.
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Post by Shadingsun on Jan 26, 2013 20:12:56 GMT -8
Ronm looked behind him as the shuffle of dirt caught his attention, and he recognized Amun, who seemed to be trying- not so bluntly- to sulk away, past them. Ronm wasn't a big fan of how the warrior was a player, but he found Amun to be an 'OK' wolf otherwise. Because he was a very kind guy, Ronm grinned widely. "Amun! Want to come with us? We`re going to be traveling to a pack that's been rumored to have started around the edges of our territory....Thorn and I are gonna uh...check it out." he wasn't sure how much to tell the slightly self-centered warrior, so he made sure to be careful of how he chose his words. He leaned down quickly to whisper to Thorn "I bet if you smiled, he`d definitely come along!" before straightening up to turn towards Amun for his answer.
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Post by rainpath on Jan 26, 2013 20:31:55 GMT -8
Thorn winked in response, knowing extremely well how that arrogant brute thought of her. "Oh yes, please come! It would be so nice to have a big, strong warrior there to protect us!" Her dramatic plea dripped with sarcasm, and she grinned wide and batted her eyes in mock of a ditzy damsel in distress. She felt like guffawing at how uncomfortable she made him. ********************************************************** Amun smiled politely and attempted to hide his repulsion as he forced out his reply through gritted teeth. "Sure. I'm glad to be needed." He really didn't want to be around that she-wolf; he could tell how much fun she was having mocking him. but, he couldn't decline an offer to patrol. Who knew? maybe this pack would be hostile and he could bring back some riveting battle stories. He swallowed the hard lump of resentment forming in his throat and reluctantly sauntered over to them.
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Post by Shadingsun on Jan 26, 2013 21:21:10 GMT -8
Ronm smiled, this time with more warmth. "Alright." he sounded authoritative, and he straightened up, standing easily and looking down at Amun through narrowed eyes. "I`m going to let Lamoor join us as well, and see if Lady Emera would like to come one last time." he turned his head away, avoiding Amuns gaze. "Please, stay here, and wait for the rest of us to join you two. I wont be but a moment." He signaled with a simple flick of his tail for Lamoor to join, and she quickly trotted over without a word, a smile of uncanny-ness beaming from her as she settled down to join the group. Bowing his head in consideration and equality, he glanced up at the group before turning away and padding towards Emeras den. He was slow in his movement, and he felt his unusual orange-golden pelt bristle along his spine in uneasiness. His strong muscles tensed, and he felt his ears flatten down on instinct, as if he were already giving up and being submissive. He sighed. This was no easy task. The massive underground den that was Emeras loomed before him, seemingly daunting; most of the wolves in the camp slept outside, including him, huddled together in a mass of warmth and fur to keep out the cold on the hardest of nights. Only the medicine wolf and the leaders had dens, although Ronm easily didn't mind not having one. He enjoyed being with his clanmates, and couldn't stand sleeping alone. Creeping inside, he looked around the den. The high arching walls were built enormously all summing up, sloping gently towards the center and then spiraling down into a column near the forefront, so that it was shaped like a pinwheel. A few of the jagged edges on the wall stuck out, providing crevices that Emera could stick weapons, ceremonial staffs, or even medicine in if she needed it. Lady Emeras bed was a deep dip in the ground, right by the spiral column in the center of the room. It was filled with feathers and moss; although the usually elegant, chocolate colored pack leader was nowhere to be found. He looked around, then tentatively called out her name. "Emera?" his deep voice rang around the den, bouncing and ricocheting off the rock in an echo. He jumped when a laugh sounded behind him. "Right behind you. Im not a 'Taneinden', either, you know." He turned around swiftly at the note of amusement in her voice, and he was relieved at once to see that she was back to her usual self. Taneinden meant sneaky, or a literal ninja or thief in the old language, so he knew she was just teasing him. He frowned. "Im not that old, m`Lady. Your a bit older than me, I think." he remarked, grinning impeccably in mischief. She snorted. "You better be joking on that one, beta, because for all you know its just a pawful of years." she studied him through narrowed green blue eyes, ones that shone of when the sky met the sea, before replying next. "What is it you are in need of?" "I have heard rumors of a pack forming near the edges of our territory. They are said to practice witchcraft and some other type of sorcery, and are made up of rouges and outcasts from our tribe. I would be willing to check it out, and I have already organized a group-" "....you want me to come?" it was more of a statement than a question that she asked, interrupting. Ronm nodded. "It is like...a game of cards." he said this darkly, as he knew this was no matter to fool about, when hinted with Emera. He looked up at her, to only find her expression showed slight anger. "Spade......I will accompany your group, but you must be leading it. Flamesparkk will be in charge of the camp while we are away." she stood up and walked away, padding out of her den and into camp for the first time in days.
Even though she hadn't been seen for days, Emeras dark brown and yellow tinted fur shone sleekly in the blazing afternoon heat; she walked with such grace and dignity and beauty that it was hard to miss her among the other wolves. Her sea-green eyes shone with strength and fortitude, as if she had already been through the worse things imagined and back, and the fact that she was the leader only seemed to inspire more wolves to become like her. Her tiny black-marked paws brought her where she needed to go, and when needed, justice as well. All it took was the flick of a paw. She recognized the group Ronm was talking about immediately by the way the were standing together, and she quickly shuffled towards them, knowing already that they would be waiting on them. "I am joining you on this exploration...for today. Please don't mind me at all." she smiled warmly, and tried to move near the back of the group. This was Ronms expedition to lead; not hers.
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Post by rainpath on Jan 27, 2013 8:35:40 GMT -8
Thorn watched in silence as Lady Emera joined them, hanging at the back of the group. She must not want to lead it herself, she concluded, watching the regal alpha through narrowed eyes. She had never really spoken to the leader before, which wasn't uncommon. The alpha is usually too busy to waste time with omegas, even to insult them. She didn't mind. She'd much rather be ignored and left alone then bothered by a bunch of braying wolves of a higher rank, no matter how amusing it was to mock them back.
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Amun waited for their leader to join them in silence before deciding to pad up to the golden furred beta to voice his complaint. "Ronm," he kept his smooth voice low and even, inaudible to everyone but the two of them, "Don't you think its a bit.....inappropriate to bring along an omega?" He flicked his resentful amber eyes to the scrawny grey she-wolf while maintaining his calm demeanor, "the lower classes do not usually accompany warriors, and definitely not the alpha and beta." He remained cool and collected externally while he seethed inside. He wasn't accustomed to associating with omegas; he usually just pretended they didn't exist. but Thorn would be pretty hard to ignore if they were all patrolling together.
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Post by Shadingsun on Jan 27, 2013 17:47:40 GMT -8
Ronm glanced dangerously at Amun. He could tell the arrogant warrior had a ways to go before he reached the steady pace of understanding, and it was all Ronm could do to not snap back a reply. The sound of his claws thwaping the dry grass below suddenly seemed sharper in the air, more aware to himself in his mind, and he flicked one golden ear down sharply.
"Amun, rank is just a thing. Nothing more, nothing less. It's not like a permanent stamp on your soul. If its Thorns will to come, then I'll let her...it's not like I forced her here." Said Ronm, only the slightest edge of a growl hidden in the tone of his voice.
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Post by rainpath on Jan 27, 2013 19:58:43 GMT -8
Amun flicked his ear in agitation, the fur along his back bristling in anger. He dug his claws deep into the soil, imagining he was killing something. He wanted more than anything to snarl curses in reply, but he could hear the warning growl in his voice and decided to keep his mouth shut. He knew Ronm was generally a kind person, and it took a lot to enrage him. He assumed he'd better not provoke him further. Instead he nodded reluctantly in obedience and turned away sharply, stalking away to make himself comfortable next to the pretty learner.
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Thorn stared inquisitively at Ronm for a moment, still muddled by his actions. Had it been anyone else, they would have sent her away the moment someone even whimpered in complaint. They soon began to set off, and she froze as she wasn't entirely sure where her place was anymore. She decided to trot along just behind the beta, figuring she'd rather be near someone who was at least trying to be decent.
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Post by Shadingsun on Jan 31, 2013 21:03:15 GMT -8
Ronm nodded in acknowledgment as Thorn neared him, although he did not slow his pace. His vision was narrowed, his mind determined, focused on the destination. Somebody could have rammed into his side and knocked him off his paws, and he would have still gotten back up, blindly trotting in the same sense of direction. His radiant blue eyes flickered in the direction of a patch of grass near a rock formation when shifted, as they went deeper into they're territory and closer towards the thin territory lines. A sharp, pungent odor was swept past him by the howling wind as they got closer. He rued his nose in disgust, trying not to shrink back and snarl at the scent. He raised his sweeping golden tail, halting the group, and a small black head popped out if the thicket. It was a wolf; her thick, fuzzy fur was unmanageable, curling around her heavy frame in knots and braids and loops. Her wide, almost yellow amber eyes were swift and erratic, and she seemed to have some kind of golden earring running through the tip of her right ear. She viewed the group with a very toothy grin and a wagging tail. "Ooooh! Whose this? Guests guests guests!" She hopped forwards, not even bothering to show any recognition of ranking or respect. Ronm stood, as still as a tree as she padded up to him, panting. "You are new to this territory, yes? I will take you and other friends back to camp, introduce them to tribe! Yes yes?!" She exclaimed, thickly in an accent. Ronm tried not to feel unnerved, or amused. Unnerved, by the fact that, he had not said a word to this wolf and yet she immediately assumed they would be going to the so called, "witches tribe" camp; and, bemused at the fact that she thought they were new to the territory. He didnt even know how old his tribe was, but he was pretty sure it was a pretty long time....Maybe. Probably. He glanced behind at the wolves standing behind him, studying there reactions before deciding what to do next.
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Post by rainpath on Jan 31, 2013 21:28:29 GMT -8
Thorn smiled slightly, amused by the stranger's hyped, eccentric attitude. She quickly reminded herself that this was a serious mission, and she swiftly regained a stoic expression. She couldn't help but wonder why she was being so welcoming; based off her own experiences, packs aren't usually ecstatic to see intruders. In fact, the last time she'd accidentally stumbled into another pack's territory, she'd nearly lost an eye. Thank the gods they hadn't raked it out, but her face was now eternally scarred. So why was this she'wolf inviting them into the heart of their territory? She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. somethings not right here...
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Amun snickered inwardly, his long, sharp claws flexing through the dirt. This she-wolf sounded insane; which of course, only makes it easier for her to be taken down. He rolled his shoulders, arrogance rolling off of him in waves. If this is what the rest of the pack is like, he thought with an overconfident smile, defeating them should be quite easy.
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