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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2023 18:10:03 GMT -8
The hike up and into the forest was one that seemed to take a liftime as the clouds lapsed over each other growing darker and darker. Thunder rolled in the distance, and as if on cue some rain sprinkled, starting to showering him lightly wetting his coat. He did his best to nake small talk with all of the wolves that joined the journey to take shelter from the storm.
Finding some crevices in the roots of a slightly dug out tree, Noble was sure that the others woyld find similar cover for themsleves as the wind picked up and the thunder roared. Flashes of lightning went off overhead close enough to him that his ears flattened to his head by reflex. Rain had started downpouring then, and the next tree over was barley visible through the harsh precipitation and winds.
What seemed like only seconds later there was a sudden calmness that washed over the land. The brute's eyes widened as peeked out of his hole and saw a large wall-like cloud approaching them. The cloud then tunneled downwards towards the earth, at the same time this happened a loud noise that was like a broken horror-filled scream sounded.
The cloud wasn't headed straight for the woods, thankfully, but still had enough power and leverage to start uorooting smaller trees and throwing limbs and stones in all directions. Ducking his head back into his cover, barely avoiding a rock to the skull, Noble could only hope that his tree was strong enough to withstand the winds. Shutting his eyes as the winds swept dirt and other things under the tree, his ears also took a position in which they were safe from harm. Tucking his body as close as he could get to himself, he just stayed that way, riding out this nightmare of a storm.
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Post by Cassiel on Mar 4, 2023 13:51:16 GMT -8
Cassiel wasn't himself without his mother. His mind was more penetrable by Uriel's cutting intuition. He had no shield against her dagger words and unnaturally glacial truth-seeking blades. But he was dependent on her vision, on her stone-cut nurturing guidance and conditional affection. His imagination wasn't as profound as Uriel's but he seemed more afraid of these forests than anybody. The sounds, smells, lifeless drones of white noise casting over the canopy without any kind of reason or promise. Azrael had changed the most. He loved the fear, a constant wag of his tail and plotting smile making that insatiable glare that haunted his childhood dreams make sense now. Azrael was crazy. He was crazy. Uriel was crazy. "This is crazy! What are we doing here? Why did you make us leave? Leave mom? What are you planning?"His words were lost against a gust of wind that jolted Cassiel's senses into a whirling fixation. As a pack wolf, Cassiel had only ever known rogues as threats. Foreigners with self-interest desired that needed to be avoided. They were the opposites, and now that he was one of them he, too, was opposite. The only thing he could trust was his family, but their newfound independence had brought o light some qualities in his siblings that made him question his own affiliation. Maybe he was crazy, but they seemed to be changing for the worse, all the more pleased with themselves for it. "Playing? I like to play." His brother's voice was lined with a hunger he'd feared his whole life. Through the blur beyond the rain's dark curtain he spotted the victim. Cassiel tried to stop his brother at the tail but all he caught was a whiplash air that pulled him into the high speed chase. "Azrael! Stop!" And he would have done more, but Uriel's owning gaze told him there was nothing he could do about it. Like this whole thing was destined, Cassiel and Uriel guiding Azrael to his first real meal. They knew it since they were kids. This is who he was, and trying to stop it would only break the closest thing to trust they had. "Oh my god, he's going to kill him." Cassiel whimpered when he came to a angsty stillness, before circling around frantically in the now pouring rain, looking for an escape he would never take. "Shit, there's more. They're coming," he whispered to Uriel, eyes guiding her to the dense group of rogues. Daem Azrael Uriel @noble @therogues
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Post by McKenna on Mar 6, 2023 2:57:10 GMT -8
To be honest, McKenna had found himself much more enjoying the company of Oakley than the rest of the crew he had stumbled upon. That wasn't to say that they weren't all great! Harriet particularly was always a friendly face, especially since they had a shared kinship with their pink snouts. Oakley had a great charisma to him, and seemed like he knew what he wanted to do with his life already. Despite being twice his age, McKenna found that the young pup had gusto he hadn't even mustered up yet. He could probably learn a thing or two, and teach Oakley some things along the way. The forest in winter was quite beautiful. Despite the heavy drizzle of cold rain, the forest seemed to shine. Rainfall always seemed to make the plants happier, and that made McKenna happy. Herbs would be soaking up the rain and hopefully it would bloom into a lovely spring bouquet. For his first winter away from home, it sure was lovely. He could only hope that there were some rodents, or maybe even a skinny deer, hiding in the forest. Food was hard to come by, as were herbs that he could use to boost his energy due to the previous snowfall. A hearty fresh kill would do them all some good. "Playing? I like to play," the voice of someone nearby caught his ears. "Azrael! Stop!" a second followed shortly after, catching his attention more. He loved to play! And he could only assume that the holler to stop was just in playful fun. Maybe they were about to go on a hunt and needed to focus! That would definitely be an odd time to start playing. "I'm gonna go see what that's about!" McKenna barked, mostly to Oakley but also to whoever of the surrounding group was nearby. "Can I join?" the naive male called out as he came upon a pair of wolves, one male and one female. The sound of a snarl caught his attention, and turning to face it he could see a wagging tail and two wolves clearly playfighting in the mud. Well, now he was glad he asked! He hadn't had a good mud fight since he was a pup! "Are you guys mud wrestling?" he asked innocently towards the pair, knowing that if they started then he would probably get left out. Mud wrestling as a trio was a bit of a logistical nightmare compared to one versus one. Hoepfully they would say yes! Azrael Cassiel Uriel Aaravos Daem Oakley @noble
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Post by Daem on Mar 15, 2023 9:28:55 GMT -8
Just after his introduction with Aaravos, Daem stopped himself from settling into the brooding outfit of a wonder-lost soul. He had never met anybody who shared his passion for creating joy. Sure, it wasn't always easy, but there was always something to dig up from the world's seemingly ruthless purview. It wasn't long before the winds picked up and a growing rain befell the forest to scrape up even the best-hidden scents. Among them was an alarming mass of wolves. "Is that a pack coming? Are we safe?" Daem asked in Aaravos's direction. Maybe he knew this area. Maybe he was one of them!
Daem's eyes squinted, peering through the trees to find the source. Any other wolf's instincts would have told him to run, but he had faith. At last, a dark, fluffy figure wading the treeline. "Playing? I like to play," the brute said low with a chuckle.
"Weird way to say that but okay, me too-" In the eyes of his approacher he caught a madness that even made Daem consider the possibility that he was in a direct line of fire, not a game, especially as those rehearsed jaws came right for his neck! I liked this game better when it was my imagination! Daem whimpered as the claws dug into his body, his neck inches away from being snapped.
"No thank you, no thank you!"
"Can I join? Are you guys wrestling?"
Daem wriggled underneath the jet brute and scraped against his stomach with his hind legs. "No, definitely not wrestling! Help!! Ragrgh!"
Against all faith, Daem finally came free, pushing the stranger's belly up just enough to make room for a quick slip. Returning to his expression he was certain he would strike again. But why? "Dude? What the hell?" Daem barked, panting, a founded anger seething from every audible breath he heaved.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2023 18:21:51 GMT -8
Spruce had wandered into the forest in search of shelter from the storm, as did many other wolves apparently. Though the rain masked some of the scents around, there were still bits and pieces of different rogue smells here and there. The gem eyed she-wolf holed up in a crevice of a rock, waiting out the worst of the storm and the damage it would bring.
When she finally emerged from her sanctuary, Spruce kept on in the direction she was traveling previous to the storms passing. The scents of the rogues hadn’t caught her off guard at all, and since there were no ‘pack’ scents around the she-wolf just assumed that it was a rogue land of sorts. Good for her, as she was a rogue wanting no trouble from a pack.
It wasn’t until she heard the low muffled voice of someone that she stopped walking momentarily. Following the voice was a desperate plea of sorts, to which Spruce was called to investigate further. Moving quickly through the woods as quietly as possible, the brown wolf trotted around following the blips and flashes of odor belonging to a rogue or two. It wasn’t until she spotted a small group that she walked over cautiously.
Doing a quick scan of the wolves and her current surroundings, Spruce counted five wolves in sight, one wolf that seemed to be older than the rest, while another stuck out as a one not too much younger than herself. Before she could ask what was going on, the male closest to her weaseled out of another's maw, seemingly angry about whatever was going on. And by the odd look in the perpetrator's eyes something wasn’t right, whatever this was, it certainly wasn’t a game. The other two wolves were near the one that gave Spruce a horrible feeling in her chest, if this was some sort of fight, it wasn’t a fair one by any means.
With another look to the two behind the red eyed brute, she noticed that at least of them looked quite uneasy. Certainly someone would be able to calm him down, right? Spruce was not someone to calm anyone down on a bad day, and this was looking to be far worse than just a bad day for him. Heck, all the small she-wolf knew how to fix were things that impaired wolves physically, temporarily. There was no way she could be of any assistance helping or ceasing whatever was going on in his mind. That wasn’t something Kieran taught her, though if he had, this would’ve been a different situation.
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Post by Uriel on Mar 30, 2023 15:25:25 GMT -8
"This is crazy! What are we doing here? Why did you make us leave? Leave mom? What are you planning?" Her brother's voice was like a mosquito buzzing around her ear, incessantly stringing together zips and quips for comfort. Luckily for Uriel, something in her blood made her immune to the base desires of vermin, so unaffected that she never bothered so much as to swat them away. So she let Cassiel buzz around as much as he needed to, the content of his words lost at the lowest register of Uriel's occupied mind. She watched expectantly as Azrael took his aim, something she had been waiting to see him do for years. That's why she left Somnus, why she left mom. Uriel had a greater purpose, one she needed her brothers close at hand in order to realize, and that family was squandering it. The cries of the rogue under the impossible weight of Azrael's jaw was a testament to the true power of silence, as was the growing circle of spectators soaking up the reality her brother seized from the moment. If not for the rogue's chance recovery, Uriel was certain there'd be no end to the helpless stares of his bystanders. Uriel felt a whip of air through her nostrils as she muffled a laugh. Its energy converted into long, calm strides in the rogue's direction, eventually closing enough space between them to consider this conversation quite intimate. "Please forgive my brother. He has an unorthodox way of making friends. Right Azrael?" Uriel's chin tilted up to her monstrous kin, Cassiel's whereabouts becoming more of a concern as the forest filled up with strangers. Daem @spruce Cassiel Azrael McKenna @noble
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Post by McKenna on Mar 30, 2023 19:20:39 GMT -8
"No, definitely not wrestling! Help!" The barks of the pinned rogue spread the panic like butter over the rainy soggy bread that was the forest. McKenna's stomach twisted into a knot looking towards the pair. He hadn't seen the teeth on the tackler, the gleaming claws, but now the smell of bloodshed mixed with the moss breathing in the rain. Yelps of pain were not something that McKenna was familiar with, and a deep sense of anxiety throbbed through his entire being at the unfolding situation. The she-wolf closest to the pair he had approached first left to approach the other rogue, and McKenna's cranberry eyes followed her, almost glued in fear to her. He was sure she was going to go and do something horrible to the male, but instead, he heard one phrase float through the rain, "...making friends." Oh! Oh, this was all just a big misunderstanding! The giant male may be a bit strange, but he was just trying to be friendly! Turning to the male closest to him, the one that the she-wolf had left behind, the pink-nosed male walked a few steps closer. He seemed a bit nervous, maybe because he didn't have any friends yet! Well, he clearly had the two other wolves he was travelling with them, but maybe he didn't have any new friends! "Hi! My name is McKenna and this is Oakley, and we just got to the forest. We'll be your friends if you want! We only met a little while ago, so we're always open to new friends! We're going on an adventure, we don't know where to though! Do you want to come with us? What's your name? Of course, your friends are invited too, I would never want to take you away from them! And if your friend pounces on people to make new friends then I know a little bit about herbs and I can make sure no one gets hurt!" McKenna rambled, clearly oversharing but he still didn't know any better. In his mind, these wolves were clearly just misunderstood and needed a kind mentality to be their friends. Surely Oakley would understand that! Cassiel Oakley Uriel Azrael Daem @noble @spruce Aaravos
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Post by Serana on Apr 12, 2023 12:31:22 GMT -8
Serana's muzzle followed the footprints left behind by the group, a long trail that eventually disappeared as they emerged through the tall backdrop of evergreens. Her muzzle arched upwards towards the canopy, noticing how the sound of rain became by the dense, green tarp above. Serana planted her paws into the mud, sinking a little, and rung out her fur with an intense shake. Drops of water went flying indiscriminately towards her younger friends, prompting a knowing chuckle. Not long after the group found the shelter they had been seeking during their journey from the cliffs, an echoing shriek promptly struck the pine walls. Serana's ears swiveled, searching for the source, but McKenna was already leading her own investigation, albeit a misguided one. "McKenna, wait," Serana called as she waltzed into the foray, but the words were lost underneath a well-timed crack of thunder. She followed suit quickly. Not all younger wolves had enough experience to distinguish play from not-play. This situation was admittedly hard to gauge, though. It didn't feel right. At all. The eerie comments from icicle-eyes built on Serana's suspicions that the proceedings here weren't entirely innocent, as McKenna was intent on believing. Serana approached the female stranger, the one with laced words. Serana was bent on seeing the good in others, and it was hard to find in this one, but she put her best efforts forward nonetheless, if only to deescalate the situation. "Are you okay?" Serana asked the rogue, helping him recover from the attack, or game, or whatever it was, as best he could. Upon closer inspection, Serana could see the bite and claw marks imprinted into his skin. Oh, poor thing. "Hey! Is anybody around here a healer?" She called, primarily looking to the older wolves, few as they were. "That was quite a scuffle, huh? What's your name?" She asked, attention returning to the male. Daem McKenna Uriel Cassiel Azrael Oakley @noble @spruce Aaravos
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2023 16:13:19 GMT -8
After but a few seconds of silence, another wolf appeared on the scene. She seemed to know pink nosed male who thought this was all some sort of game. Maybe he was just a but more pup minded then Spruce expected, but he was nice. The light pelted she-wolf started speaking, and the miment the word 'healer' came out of her mouth, she had Spruce's immediate attention. Looking closer at the male who had almost been pinned, she did notice some teeth marks and a dew scratches. Silently adressing the question that still hung in the air, the brown she wolf stepped lightly towards the injured male, further inspecting his wounds without touching him. With a polite flick of her tail, the she-wolf started on her way to find some fern and cobwebs. "I'll be back shortly." If she had a healing den, it would've been much easier to just grab and go, but here she needed to locate the items necessary first. The fern wasn't too hard to find, after all they were in a forest. Searching for cobwebs however, led her to a patch of wild garlic. That would be good to keep out the infection if she were able to persuade the wolf to roll in it. Not many would, but you can only do with what you have until you get more. Or at least, that was what Kieran used to say. At last Spruce came across some cobwebs, fresh ones too. She used a stick to wind them off a low limb and headed back to the rogues. It hadn't taken her too long to get the herbs, but it was more than a few minutes surely. Placing the ferns gently on the older wolf's most apparent wounds, Spruce lightly rubbed the plant leaves across them. Doign so lighty was unlikely to make the male feel more pain, but it would be uncomfortable for the moment. Once she was done, she debated just sticking the cobwebs on his wounds to be done with it. Knowing better though, and that the garlic would help prevent infection, she decided against it. "As weird as it may sound, I'll need to ask that you follow me to a patch of wild garlic. Rolling in it will help keep any infections at bay." She grimaced slightly at the thought of being the one that would end up stinking of that awful smell for so long, but it would do him good not to incapitate himself by getting his wounds infected. Without further word, she went off again. This time towards the garlic patch, hopefully with the male in tow. Once he roled in the garlic enough, she'd head back to the group of rogues. Azrael Cassiel McKenna Daem Uriel Serana
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Post by Oakley on Apr 15, 2023 3:45:38 GMT -8
As Oakley skipped towards a forest, he could feel the rain droplets hit his muzzle. He looked up at the sky with a frown, a rather sour expression on his face. Almost as if on purpose, a raindrop fell into his eyes, causing him to freeze and begin shaking his head trying to dry his eyes. "I hate rain." he groaned but continued to walk. As he trudged a bit more, he decided to see who else was following him. He wasn't surprised that McKenna was behind him, he seemed really eager to go on an adventure. Serana - an older grey she-wolf was also behind, also seemingly displeased by the current weather. And Harriet, who was just a bit older than Oakley himself, with the same pink nose as McKenna was following too. Suddenly, Oakley forgot about how the weather annoyed him, he was overwhelmed with the feeling of pride. He, a small pup, managed to get big scary adults to follow him. He was slowly becoming a leader. Dad would be proud! As Oakley zoned out thinking about his accomplishments, he realised he'd walked right into what seemed like a fight. He only realised what was going on when the fight was over and McKenna mentioned his name. "Yeah, we'll gladly be your friends. My name is Oakley by the way, I'll happily invite you into the group." He bragged, his golden eyes shining in the rain. He didn't understand what happened, but hoped his introduction would make up for it. Serana shortly chimed in, calling for a healer. Fortunately for the rogues, a she-wolf responded and went into the forest to presumably get herbs. "Why did you guys fight anyways?" Oakley asked as he was in his own world during the entire previous conversation. Oakley took a moment to look at the rogues in front of him. They were all much older than him, but he didn't let that scare him. He was the youngest there for sure, but the bravery and confidence he radiated hid the fact that he was just a little pup. The three wolves that stood over the injured rogue looked similar, must've been siblings. The two brothers seemed absolutely terrifying, but the sister looked much nicer, though no less deadly. Maybe if he got lucky, Oakley could get on their good side...
After the healer she-wolf came back, she suggested the injured rogue go with her to get patched up. "As weird as it may sound, I'll need to ask that you follow me to a patch of wild garlic. Rolling in it will help keep any infections at bay." He decided now would be a perfect time to ask the brothers if they'd join him. Taking a few steps towards the strangers, Oakley's nose twitched as he took in their scents. As he got closer to them, he realised just how big and scary they were... As if they'd pounce on his at any moment...His tail began to hide between his legs, his ears flattening against his head. Maybe venturing out here wasn't such a good idea. Maybe McKenna would help if they attacked him. No, why are you being such a coward? He thought as his eyes scattered around the floor, avoiding their eyes. You're a leader! Not a coward. Oakley shook his head, raising his tail with confidence, perking his ears up. "We could use someone like you with us, you all seem very strong and capable of defending yourselves" Oakley gulped. He smiled, trying his best not to yip in fear. He didn't realise how stupid he probably sounded - a young pup trying to hire those brutes as bodyguards. What a pathetic site. But he still had hope, he was a leader after all.
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Post by Daem on Apr 26, 2023 11:35:54 GMT -8
Daem's heart was racing as he lay on the ground, battered and bruised from the attack. He couldn't understand why the crazed wolf had come after him. All he had been doing was playing and pretending that Thorin was there with him. The bystanders that had gathered around seemed unaware of the danger he was in, but finally, the sister of the crazed wolf intervened. Unique way of making friends? Daem thought to himself, though he hadn't mustered the bravery to say the words aloud in front of these incredibly scary strangers. That's one way to put it. He couldn't quite wrap his head around the idea that the attack had been some sort of twisted attempt at making friends. His wounds were a stark reminder that there was nothing friendly about what had just happened. An adult female was the first to notice his injuries and offered her help. "Are you okay?" she asked as she helped him recover from the attack, at least emotionally. Daem felt grateful for her concern and appreciated her efforts to help him. He was still in shock from the attack and unsure of what to do next while he waited for the healer to return. Daem had barely put his mind to her when she assessed him initially, his brain still trying to process the events unfolding.
"Yeah, I think. I'm Daem. Thanks." When another rogue, Oakley, approached him and asked why they had fought, Daem shook his head. "I have no idea," he said, still trying to make sense of what had happened. It seemed as though the crazed wolf had simply attacked him for no reason. The healer arrived and tended to his wounds, explaining that he needed to roll in wild garlic to keep any infections at bay. Daem didn't particularly enjoy the smell of the garlic, but he was willing to do whatever it took to ensure that he recovered quickly. Especially if it meant getting away from that jerk and his creepy sister. Daem followed the healer's advice and made his way to the patch of wild garlic, feeling a little silly as he did. He couldn't help but chuckle as he looked around, checking to make sure nobody was watching. But as he began to roll in the garlic, he found that it was actually kind of fun. He let himself get lost in the sensation of the pungent herb against his fur, feeling a little ridiculous but also relieved as he focused on the sensation of its healing properties enter his wounds. When he finished, he shook himself off, sending bits of garlic flying in every direction, feeling lighter and a lot more secure than he had before. But upon returning to the group, he couldn't help but overhear Oakley nervously ask Azrael to join the group! Daem listened to Oakley's words with a growing sense of unease. He remembered the pain and terror he had experienced at the hands of Azrael and the controlling vibes he got from his sister, and he couldn't imagine why anyone would want to invite them into their group. But he also knew that he couldn't just stand there and do nothing. "Wait a minute," Daem spoke up, addressing Oakley. "Are you sure that's a good idea? That dude attacked me for no reason, and he could do the same to anyone else." He noticed the sternness in his voice and backed away nervously. "I'm not saying you should exclude anyone," he said, modestly kicking off some garlic stuck to his paws accepting that he was at the mercy of these wolves right now. "But maybe you want to be careful about who you invite into your group. Loners... need to look out for each other." His voice trailed off.
The adrenaline washed itself out like a dimming light and he was beginning to feel overwhelmed by his own dilemma. Daem's devotion to his friends in the past was unwavering, but his fear of getting too close to others due to the possibility of losing them still weighed on this encounter. His experience with Thorin taught him that life is fragile, but it also taught him to find joy in the midst of tragedy. Despite his pain, Daem choose to honor Thorin by spreading kindness wherever he goes as a testament to his resilience and ability to find the silver lining in any situation.
Daem took a deep breath. "I mean, maybe I could... forgive you," he mumbled hesitantly, his eyes evading Azrael. His playful nature had been crushed by the unprovoked attack, and he was still a little shakey, especially as he turned to face Azrael head on and firmly shout the words, "But only if you say sorry!" Daem knew that holding onto anger would only cause more harm than good. Daem looked at Azrael expectantly, hoping that he would apologize and they could move on from this. Serana Oakley Azrael @spruce Uriel
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Post by McKenna on May 1, 2023 4:55:56 GMT -8
Instead of the strange she-wolf or her brothers talking, it instead was Serana's voice that caught his attention. The older she-wolf asked for healers, and a great pang of shame rolled over McKenna. He hadn't even checked to see if the other wolf was okay! He had barely even looked and just accepted that they were playing right off the bat! How silly and foolish - what if this were an emergency? It could have been such a bad scenario had Serana not been paying attention. Just as he was about to open his mouth, another she-wolf came out of the shadows and swooped in to save the day. McKenna's brow furrowed as his face fell. This could have been his opportunity to make up for his mistakes, but now someone else had to do his job for him. Could he even call himself a healer if he couldn't take care of a few superficial wounds? Trying to remain positive, the young male relaxed his face and instead tried to reframe his thinking to make this a learning opportunity. The she-wolf probably had different knowledge than him, and maybe she knew the terrain better! Yeah, this was good that she stepped in! McKenna took it upon himself to follow Daem and the other she-wolf to the patch of wild garlic to see what it looked like. He had seen it before a couple of times with his old pack, and definitely knew what it smelled like, but it was always good to study up. Upon heading back, he listened intently to Oakley asking the strong trio to join them. It was a smart move for sure! If the three siblings were their friends, they wouldn't have to worry about any other loners possibly attacking them! And with them being siblings it would be a lot easier to get along since at least some wolves already knew each other, so icebreakers for everyone wouldn't be necessary! McKenna nodded along with Oakley's idea before Daem's objections caught him off guard again. He wasn't used to figuring out new wolves. It was something he was starting to notice with everyone's suspicions towards the trio. Was he wrong to assume that everyone was a naturally kind individual who only had the best interests at heart? Surely not! It seemed rude to guess that someone could be mean or rude or cruel. They hadn't even introduced themselves yet apart from an apology, so there was no way to tell! "That seems like a good idea! Say sorry and get some friends! I know I would take that deal for sure!" the pink-nosed male said with a bright smile, trying to coax the trio into becoming his newest in a series of best buds. Uriel Cassiel Azrael Daem Oakley Serana @spruce Aaravos
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Post by Cassiel on May 1, 2023 17:52:56 GMT -8
Cassiel's ears perked up when he caught the whiff of blood, right on cue with Uriel's introduction. He tensed instantly, ready for a fight. The bunch was pitiful looking. Cassiel, in silent judgement, equated them to a litter of degenerates lost in the rain. Thinking he was too evolved for this, a bad-tempered marshmallow sulked off into the neck of the forest. He was ready to move on, but the situation was escalating and a particular word aroused his suspicion from the shallows of the woodlands where he stood. "We could use someone like you with us." Anything was possible under Uriel's complex regimes, and it wasn't uncommon for Cassiel to find himself in seemingly impossible scenarios when his sister took the lead. Leaving Somnus was one of them, and since that day they'd been bent on finding their father. The real one. The very brute who destroyed any chance Cassiel had at being loved by anyone, if not from his own mother. He made her into a weapon by turning her into loveless mother incapable of nurturing the pups he gave her. A mother incapable of telling the truth, so ashamed of her children she couldn't even bare to admit how they were brought into this world. She was his first premonition about the untrustworthiness of the righteous do-gooders Somnus claimed to be. Of all the situations he imagined he'd get into with Uriel and Azrael, making friends with a bunch of kids was without doubt the most absurd. Daem was right. Azrael, nor any of the siblings for that matter, couldn't be trusted, and neither could these kids. Knowing bated mistrust the constant danger of Azrael's razors at their necks would ostracize the siblings from the pack. It would be Somnus all over again. He was outraged as he came out into the clearing once more to hear the conversation, his coat turned into a shadow as the rain locked his hair to his skin. "Apologize?" Cassiel growled. It wasn't his intention to make himself known, but the rather dramatic features of his expressive disposition made it impossible not to spot his resentment. Were these goodie-two-shoes really expecting Azrael, a zombie-brained outlaw, to bend to their will? "That seems like a good idea! Say sorry and get some friends! I know I would take that deal for sure!" Cassiel poured an incredulous sigh into Uriel's ear, knowing it would ultimately be her answering to all of this. In the lure of their generosity Cassiel almost hoped she'd make it happen, a band of rogues traveling in harmony while three siblings innocently searched for their father, but he knew the path, and he knew his destiny, and these Telatubby knockoffs weren't in it. Azrael,@noble, McKenna, Daem,@spruce, Uriel, Serana, Oakley,
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Post by Maeve on May 1, 2023 20:57:09 GMT -8
Maeve must have been the only one to realize what was going on as quickly as she did, but she drove herself into the foray almost instantly when she heard cries for help. Maeve wasn't a hero by any means, but showing off to Serana felt pretty good, but when the aggressor stepped off and showed his face, Maeve's breath got caught in her chest along with a gulp. Especially now, after seeing the legitimate danger of the wolf her pride was up against, Maeve was determined to impress Serana by the end of the day. But right now, no thanks! The growing audience must have saved that red-coat stranger, because tension, at least the violent kind, seemed to settle once the clearing was packed with bodies, which revealed the presence of a healer. "Lucky you were here. Where'd you learn to do that?" Maeve asked her once she dismissed Daem to roll himself in garlic. During the conversation, Maeve still felt the unease growing within her. Maeve could not take her eyes off of this trio even as she talked to the healer. Her dark chocolate eyes scanned every inch of them, ears adjusting to hear their tone clearly. Her ears briefly swiveled back and low when she heard the yearlings offering their friendship. Maeve was about ready to facepalm into soggy ground, and one of the mysterious siblings looked that way, too. Maeve was inching closer to the three siblings, half-listening to a response from the salutary, trying to create some distance between the group and the strangers. Her eyes fumbled around over Serana, eyeing 'let's get out of here.' Maeve had gotten into violent situations in the past, and had a feeling this one wasn't over. "Sorry, hold that thought," Maeve cut, absently ending any niceties with the healer and squeezing herself in between Oakley and Noble to get to Serana. "Okay, hey, this is getting weird. Want to... vamoose?" She asked nervously with a sideways gesture of the head and a squeeze of the teeth, feeling somewhat gratified but worried about her choice of words at the same time. Serana @spruce
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Rogue
Male
He/Him
3 years
Mixed Species
Heterosexual
1
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Post by Azrael on May 1, 2023 22:37:15 GMT -8
The razor sharp edge of Azrael's gunmetal glare as the rogue made his escape left a trail in its path. The unceasing breath curled out of his maw in a loud, heavy drone that seemed unfazed by the buildup up of saliva pooling behind his teeth. There was a pretty-looking adult female with an ivory-dappled distinction on her face, and her antsy movements to and fro pinned Azrael's hawkeye stare like a moving target. His resting brute face was certifiably unhinged. It was coded at the most basic level by a function for conflict, his optical brain designed to scan for prey and land a blow. Azrael's mind buzzed with the repeating fiction of his fangs pushing the boundary between the dermis and the vital organs it protected, and underneath the varying but impressionable guesses as to Azrael's intentions during his latest demonstration was the fact that he was not playing. He just hasn't quite figured out the killing part yet. Azrael's tongue fell out of his mouth, his demented orientation still not seeming to affect the young wolves' judgements of him. If he was capable of such a thing, he'd feel inspired by their positive outlook and blind generosity. But the brute had spent the last ten minutes watching his prey roll in delicious garlic, and only a wolf hell-bent on cooking up a lovelier dish was going to steer the intention from his mind. If only he could somehow get this wolf to trust him enough to let him into their group, Azrael could- "That seems like a good idea! Say sorry and get some friends! I know I would take that deal for sure!" And the bell rang over Azrael's head. Cassiel, so twisted up about it, hovered over Uriel. This caught Azrael's attention, because he knew what sort of adventurous, dastardly things happened when they whispered together. As he prospected his options his tail began to flap briskly behind him. There was only one obvious solution in Azrael's mind. "I apologize," a long, breathy voice respired over the short cranium of Garlic (he had been too enchanted by the mouth-watering aroma of populous amounts of raw garlic to catch his name). Visual contact with the rogue's pupils didn't ebb even for a moment, but the two, ever-running satellites atop his head panned right to hone in on two females who appeared to be plotting an escape. He had every inch of this scene mapped out in his head and he was fully charged, ready to take action at any moment. Daem (Garlic) Cassiel Uriel McKenna Maeve Serana Oakley @noble @spruce
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