Holding Together to a Minimal Extent

[tron]

[glow=red,2,300]Tron padded along slowly hesitantly he knew his dear friend Zabarack was near though he could not yet see him.Poor Tron was baffled everyone in the pack spoke of the ebony varg's betrayal yet Tron didn't know what had happened,what his friend had done so wrong.This made him feel horrible he had become increasingly distant from his pack.It was something he felt he had to do though the glowing mann himself didn't know why.

His nose continually taking in air following the scent of his friend bringing him closer with every step.His violet orbs also watching the ground where the charcoal mann had left prints in the newly fallen snow.Eventually following these traces Tron was led to a den.Catiously he crawled in on his belly his glowing marks brigthening the dark den.
"Zabarack?"He asked slowly(Sorry not my best and all my siblings are home the next 5 days so I may not be on much)[/glow]

[Alice]

(( Thanks for letting me join, Neithan. ))

A l i c e


Snow covered the earth, hiding the soft grass with its fluffy whiteness, as I made my way across my home. My bi-hued fur was littered with specks of pure white, the snow having settled itself into my coat. I shivered as I placed my paws deep into the snow, feeling the cold texture. Walking with only my paws was easier nowadays as was finding my way with my nose, but I would always wish that I could see. Part of me was glad that I was blind, only a small part though, so I wouldn’t ever have to be afraid of the darkness anymore. My life was darkness, for that was all I could see. But there was a bigger part, perhaps shrinking smaller and smaller with every passing day, that wished I could see. What good was a blind wolf when she could hardly catch herself a lera?

I shook my head and trembled again. I was good and I would find some way to be. Even if it was hard, I would be as determined as ever, more determined then I’d ever been. But it did not matter in the least if I was liked, if I helped others, I didn’t care. As emotionless as I tried to be, I slipped up sometimes, like everyone else. No one was perfect. No one could be perfect. So it did not matter if I slipped up, if I felt the pain of that day, because no one was perfect, but I knew the reasons behind trying to be perfect. It was to protect myself from that pain and I would be good to my promise to myself and try my hardest not to break down.

That was what I was trying to convince myself as I continued to sauntered forward and heard something with my keen ears. Talking. Stopping dead in my tracks, I listened harder. One of the voices was unfamiliar, but the other was the voice I’d wanted to hear for a long time. Breaking out into a run, I dashed toward the sounds, using my ears as my eyes, following. My paws slid in the snow, taking a small decline downward. Bowing my head down, I pressed my ivory head into the hole. Hmm, I thought. A den. The light fur of my belly brushed the layered snow as I crawled my way in. The proverbial and foreign scents washed over me. I shivered, but this time it was not from the cold.

“Zabarack?” I asked cautiously, not daring to take another step forward. What had he said again, that time on the outskirts of the pack? Something about if his eyes turn red, run…. I shuddered unintentionally. What if his eyes were red now? What would I do then? What if he hurt me? I’d promised I would not be afraid. Could I go back on that promise?

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[Silverwren]

Silverwen walked sadly through the Koran territory, she felt lonly
and friendless, her friends were loyal, but she haddn't seen them
in ages and she despratly wanted to see Neithan, she felt like
her paws were heavy she felt a distant pull to where she was
headed, her fur had changed, it was fuller and she had changed
from white to silver with a streek of gold starting at her nose
going all the way down her back and to the tip of her tail, her
legs had grown and she paws loooked smaller,

suddenly she started running she had picked up the scent of
Zabarack, the forest ehipped by her as she ran, her head felt
lighter and her paws also, she loved running, she was running so
fast that she ran past a den, from thenon the smell stopped, as
did she, becouse she knew she had gone past the place where
Zabarack was, Silverwren also smelt Alice, one of her best
friends, and the smell of Tron, she hadn't spoke to him for a
while,

feeling exited but a little nervouse she entered the den, the last
time Silverwren had met Neithan he had changed, his fur was
ragged and his mind was changing, she had also heard that he
had done somthing wrong, she would defend him,

the darkness was becomting thicker and thicker as the went
farther in to the den,

" Alice, Neithan, Tron? are you there", she said,