As our Glass Floor Breaks ~War pack Gathering~

[Tourniquet]

Horror, revulsion and perhaps a little pinch of guilt. Yes. Yes those were the ingredients to make up the Koran sikla's heart at the moment. Eyes of golden brown hue were wide in unadulterated, frenzied terror and disbelief at what he had just seen. Gray, almost white paws thundered against the earth below as he heaved himself headlong toward the center of pack territory. The horror and disbelief ate at him as though his tail were on fire, senses reeling then prickling in rapid chorus with his paw falls. But right now his terror was irrelevant to what was going on nor was it relevant to what he had to do. It had been a normal day really. Just him wandering and trying to find perhaps a squirrel or maybe a hare to feed from. But that was before he smelt it, wolves. They had reeked of Balkar and also naturally smelt of old and fresh blood, something that was to be taken notice of. So without hesitation he had followed the scents, leading him to follow the brutes once he had found them. They were more bear then wolf, one the shade of dark obsidian and possessing only one glowing emerald lantern. The other was only part obsidian while the rest of him was a grotesque stain of the fiery orange of fire.


But then the nightmare began. Kadin, the alpha, had appeared upon the horizon with a glare directed toward the intruders. Few words, so few, were exchanged before everything fell into chaos. The two brutes lunged in unison, tackling the Alpha. The sounds of snarls and jaws slicing through fur and flesh tore into the air. The once peaceful blue of the evening had turned into a deep and coagulated crimson. Kadin fought hard but against such large foes he had no hope, none at all. With horror the sikla watched as the Dragga fell to the earth for the last time and lay unmoving. So bridled with terror he had actually froze for a few moments only to get chewed out by the dark memory beast in his head and without thought he had bolted. Away from the horror. Away from the bloodbath. Away from the scene and the undeniable truth of what had happened. And now here he was, running through the sparse trees and into the heart of their packland. He had only one directive on his mind now. The others must know... if he withheld such info then it would only cause him trouble.

Soon the large light gray paws skid against the dirt, his body coming to a sharp halt in the center of their packlands. Jaw moving in time with his heaving breaths he struggled to replenish his lungs and end the burning sensation in his throat. After a few moments of this those lanterns of golden brown hardened and without hesitance his head was thrown back. A howl tearing through the silence and seeping fast into all corners of the packlands. It was a howl of desperation, a howl that spoke of horror. A howl that told of something horrible. He kept up that howl for several minutes, wanting each and every pack member he could reach to come running. This was a dire and costly situation now, a mine field waiting for the right leaf to fall and trigger a mass chain reaction. The wind shifted almost immediately upon his howl. The breeze turned cold and reeked of omnipotence. However this began, whatever they did in respite. One thing was for certain:


This.... would not end well.

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This thread will resume after the rollcall!

[Blitz]

Tall grass of the little opening of the forest swayed back and fourth with the wind, its golden color resembling waves upon the shore line. And a great place for Lera to hide and make burrows to keep safe. But all at the same time a danger lurks around of Putnar hiding in the brush to feed their ever-lasting hunger. So it seemed. A brown hare bounded through the way, its beady eyes aware. Even a screech of a bird over head made it flinch with fear. Stopped in its tracks chewing on some dead bracken, not knowing of the varg that roamed the land at the very same moment. It's plan was perfect, and sorted out to make his kill. He appeared out of the brush to land on his prey, but something made him stop in fright from digging his fangs into the hare that shortly after sped off untouched. Blitz snarled as his dinner ran away from that single distraction, but through his silent cursing he realized what had startled him. A howl in the distance.

The howl rose for what seemed to be many long minutes. It was from inside their territory, deep and desperate like the loss of someone very important. So with as urgent as it seemed, Blitzen scrambled through the small grass' and into the deep forest and tried his best to fallow the short sound of the longing howl. Maybe others will come to, he thought. All Blitz wanted to do was find out why the varg had sounded so depressed. His paws ran across the land at a light pace so the pup would meet at an equal rate to most. His glowing orbs searched the land expecting to see another soul all too soon.

Stale smells trailed in the wood, and to where he was heading seemed quite odd. He was reaching the near end of the border. It seemed to make sense, though he had heard it from another member, and it was told that the alpha male had gone off to another boundary. If he could tell whether it was true or not, he expected it to be him returning now. He had never met the alphas in the fact he was so new to the pack, but he could tell that the howl from before wasn't Kadin's.

Blitz came upon to where he had guessed that the deep howl came from, but it was hard to tell for the being it had been a short while. His head pulled out into sight of a pile of bush and into a small area of opening. In front of Blitz stood a Mann standing tall with terror in his eyes, and though Blitz had never met him, he could tell that he was a Koran member. Also with the look of the adult man, it seemed in his eyes something had gone horribly wrong! Blitz stood in shock as he stepped up a bit, but still wary. Blitzen eyes widened as he could think of the worst that could've happened. "Hello." Blitz spoke trying to sound as calm as he could, but the pup was shook to the bone as he tried not to burst out with questions. "I-..Is everything all right?" He asked hesitant, but it felt as if he were asking himself that question more than it was meant to ask the varg that stood before him.

[Frost]

Frost was enjoying herself in the Koran territory when she heard it: the most scariest howl she had ever heard. The howl itself wasn't scary. It was what the howl was saying. There was desperation in it. She thought maybe there was an injured Koran varg out there. Too bad I'm no healer, she thought. But then she heard the horror and pain in it. Frost knew immediately that something was wrong and this varg was not physically injured.

She got up from the sprawled out position she was in and listened as the howl wore on. She pinpointed the direction. It was coming from a varg a little to the west of her. And it sounded like it was coming from the center of the pack lands.

Her muscles were achey and she was not fully awake, but she ignored this pain. Her duties now as a Koranian were more important than that of her being uncomfortable. She shook herself briefly before dashing off in the direction of the howling varg. As she ran, a million thoughts flew through her head. They were coming and going so fast that she barely had time to keep up with them. Blit-the alphas-intrusi-inj-DEATH! The last thought rang through her head for an eternity. Later, she would find that she just might be a physcic. Either that or she was just really, really good.

As the thought of death rang through her head, Frost quickened her pace. If any varg saw her, it wouldn't be for very long. She was a white and black bolt of lightning. They would have thought they'd seen a ghost or something. Frost barely had time to remember how to breathe she was going so fast. She could see the center of the packlands straight ahead of her. By now, the howl had ceased and there was an eerie silence surrounding her.

She squinted to see if she knew the varg that was in the clearing. All she could see through the thick trees was blue. Blue?!? she thought. She had never met any varg that had blue in their coat. That she could remember, at least.

She skidded to a halt a few feet from the other varg, noticing that Blitz was there, too. At least he was alright. Frost threw her head to the sky and sniffed. All she could smell was Koran, so that meant the other varg had to be a Koranian. She looked at the other varg. He was a mann. There was a dark blue stripe from his nose down the middle of his back to the tip of his tail. She had definitely not met this varg before. Other than the odd blue stripe, the rest of him was gray. Frost didn't have time to ponder this, though, for she saw the mixed look on the other vargs face. It had sadness, fear, desperation, and horror all mixed into one. She gulped and moved forward. She stopped again a few inches away from the mann hearing Blitz ask the varg if everything was alright. Frost refrained from asking him again so as not to seem annoying.

She nodded at Blitz. Now was not the time for chit-chat. The mann was much bigger than her, so she tried to not be disrespectful and look him in the eye. If he was an intruder, he was very good at disguising his smell. He smelled exactly of Koran.

Frost tensed and her muscles started to quiver. The air spoke of bad news, and she knew that something bad was going to come out of their conversation. Frost blinked a few times to make sure everything was real. When she was positive everything was, she centered her thoughts on this varg. Who is he? He smells of Koran but I have never met him before. What news does he have? Why such the sad face?

What Frost didn't know is that these questions all seemed silly compared to what the mann was about to tell her.

[Kai]

Please forgive the short/terrible post. I'm out of steam for today :/

The evening sky was washed in crimson, the edges of the clouds were highlighted by the obscured eye of Fenris, tinged in vibrant neon. Such strange colors for summer twilight, and the spectacle did not go unnoticed by Koran's Beta. Amber eyes traced the jagged splotches of red that made up the sky, his brow creasing with confusion. Shrugging off the pretentious oddity, the ebon male continued on his nightly patrol. Having just left his den, he had not managed to get far before a haunting call rang out across the territory, sending a rippling shiver through his spine. "Tourniquet", he spoke beneath his breath. Turning his gaze to the sky once more, a frenzied revulsion was building for the horror that would no doubt be unfolding soon.

Breaking into a full-on run, Kai raced towards the border where the howl had originated. The Sikla's voice had been full of terror and urgency. The Beta had met with the troubled male on a few occasions, and had gained only a fraction of knowledge about what troubled the mann. He had tried his best to offer advice, though words alone were never enough to relinquish whatever demons Tourn had been facing. The last thing he needed, or the pack as a whole needed, was disaster. Steadily his legs pumped faster, his claws tearing at the turf below with each new stride. As he neared the border, the forms of Varg became visible, three standing in a group. Two were strangers he had never before seen, and the other was Tourn, a gray mann with a dark blue tinge to his spine. His expression was a mask of alarm, which in turn forced Kai to grow more worried.

Making his way to the center of the group, Kai paid little attention to the new faces, assuming them to be new members that he hadn't yet had the chance to meet. Big surprise... His ochre eyes locked onto the gray and navy form, his bright eyes frantically searching the brown orbs of the pack's Sikla for answers. "Tourniquet, what is it? What's happened?" His voice was demanding, not his usual tone, though his words were not meant to be harsh or intimidating. He wondered where the rest of the pack was, if they had heard the call. He was sure that the soft-spoken Tourniquet would not have aroused the attention of the entire territory for anything less than an emergency.

[Tourniquet]

Soon his cry died upon his black lips, eyes flashing brightly in the steadily dimming light that was Fenris' grace. Hearing thundering paws the sikla's head swiveled round to spy a pack member he had never met before but he gave the younger only a glance before whirling back around and waiting. The young one was not the one who needed to be informed instantly, no this required on of the more higher ups, someone more in charge.

But it was not long before the same sound of skidding paws took his attention and again he whirled but nearly screamed from frustration to see it was another low ranking member. His mind was pounding with panic while adrenaline slammed through his veins as though threatening to burst out from the life giving channels and spill upon the ground in one messy unneeded predicament. Growling he waited a little longer but could not hold in the near yip of exhausted and panicked elation when Kai made his appearance.

Seeing the beta male almost made the sikla collapse from relief that someone who could spread the news quickly had shown up. Knees trembling badly the quaking male darted over to his Beta, eyes wide and horror glittering in the darkness of the night. The very level of such horror almost seeming to attempt to burn a hole into the dark male in front of him.

For a moment his jaws refused to work, so deep was his horror, so plain was the agony of the new and so terrible was the result that he had to struggle to find his voice. Ears flicking back and tail bristling behind his form the sikla managed to choke out an answer to his beta, pawing at the ground nervously "Kai! Oh Fenris, Kai!...Kadin...Kadin....The Alpha is dead!" he snarled loudly, shuddering almost violently as though the news destroyed his being from the inside out "Murder! Murder I say!"

Gaining his wits back he looked to the ebony mann with saddened gold brown eyes, shuddering and digging his claws into the soft but raw soil under his paws "Intruders....two... large brutes...they smelt of Balkar...Balkar! Kadin tried.... make them leave... but they attacked... he's dead, Kai!" the stress from all of this was obviously picking wildly at his mind, and finally he couldn't hold himself up and his rump hit the dirt, his forepaws somehow keeping his body upright.

[Blitz]

Blitzen lowered to the ground as the adult didn't answer him. He turned around still stressed, Why can't he tell me? He thought with a little whine realizing that 'Who would speak of news to a mere pup like him'. The leaves russel behind him and BLitz nearly jumped as a white figure popped out of the brush. It's Frost! He thought very happy to see the Fae. She looked worried too. Why? Blitz thought with frustration. "Frost, do you know what's going on?" He whispered into the Faes ear quietly so that the frustrated adult couldn't hear. The Mann with a blue strip going down his back acted like a hare being shook around in a cage. Blitz crouched down feeling worried and frustrated himself just looking at the mann refusing to talk to Frost too.

Then with Fernis' luck he herd a pound of footsteps rush across the ground to them. Out of the bracken the Beta popped out. Though Blitz had never met this mann either, he knew who this was. The look on the terrified mann calmed as the beta seemed to calm him. Blitzen's ears perked up ease dropping on the conversation. They spoke their names and Blitz recognized the Grey colored Silka with a blue stripe down his back, named Tourniquet. And the jet-black beta as Kai. It seemed to rush so fast and Blitz head spun as he heard Tourniquet speak of Balkar in the pack lands. But his eyes widened and he starred over to look at Frost. The alpha Kadin was killed! "What!" He burst out-loud without thinking. Shocked with his ears straining forward and he let out a quiet growl of both fear and anger. How could this happen?

Blitzen never knew the alpha, but it still struck him just as hard to hear that. This-.....This could mean war! his gaze spun back to the two adults. Blitzen stood up, he felt like running off, pretending he never heard it. Just like a dream. He whined once more, but frozen as the ice in snow-fall. "How..." He said lightly. What can I do about it? I'm just a pup, and I'll be a pup for a while still. But I want to help. Eagerness in his eyes took flight as he looked to the sky. He felt like howling, but he would interrupt the terrible message. So He didn't.

Ooc- ugh, sorry. Low muse=crappy post

[Monster]

//Didn’t feel like making a long boring post.//

Small, round, bear-like audits prickled at not specific sound, as a rather large barrel chest expanded and contrasted in prefect rhythm upon the warm earth. Every now and then a lip would curl, as loud snores sounded from his deep chest. For the moment, the obese ebon and red cub rested peacefully under the shade of a nearby shade, until an earth shattering howl pierced Monster’s thickly covered furry ears.
Yawning as he stretched upon his bed of dry, gold grass, the cub’s body reacted instantly before his brain slowly began to turn gears; his hackles rose and a sudden spell of tachycardia overcame the mann- something had happened. Slowly getting to his paws, Monty raised his short board muzzle to the dry air, inhailing anything that could give him a clue to what could possibly be going on- though with no luck.

He didn’t know how, but his instincts told him to travel south of his current location, along the pack borders. Usually, Monty didn’t stray far from the others, but from time to time he just liked to wander on his own for a day or so. Luckily, Monster didn’t take longer than an hour to come close to the presence of few vargs on a steady trot, his far rolls jiggling with every awkward looking stride. A sudden blow of panic flooded the mann’s scenes, he could hear the voice of a fellow Koran on hiatus, caring on surely a tail of great misfortune. Monster froze, unsure whether to intrude or not- he hadn’t officially met every member of Koran yet, and he was still shy around most. However, another strong voice of a male rang out- Monster knew these vocals anywhere, he felt the most safe around the Beta of Koran. Now a little less skeptical, the cub crept closer through the brush, his bright silver oculars setting on not two, but for member of the pack. A grey mann with a blue dorsal stripe running from his nose to the tip of his tail; a growing beige and brown man cub; a white she wolf; and the ebon beta Kai.
Monster was now able to see it was the mann dubbed Tourniquet who was in complete devastation.

Murder! Intruders! Balker! Kadin attacked- dead! It was a sequence of words that rang through the cub’s mind, setting fear upon himself. He himself didn’t know Kadin, but knew he was the Alpha of Koran. His heard pounded vigorously, as numb paws stumbled from behind the demanding ebon beta. “Mmmister- Mmister Kkkai?” the cub gasped in words so weak he would be surprised if they made it to Kai’s audits, “Wwhas gunnna happen?”

[Sabla]

"Ah-choo!" Sabla sneezed with great power, crinkling her nose and scratching at it with a paw. She stuck her nose amidst the dandelions yet again, amused and intrigued with the simple seedlings that flew like fledglings with her warm, steamy breath. She swished her black-tipped tail through the weeds, sending more seeds floating towards the dying sun.

Sabla sighed, ignoring the seeds that her breath stirred up. She was in a gloomy mood and even dandelions couldn't cheer her.

An ear-splitting howl broke through the air, scared, panicked, and searching out the entirety of the pack. Sabla recognized the song; it was Tourniquet, a silver and blue mann.

Her auds perked and her hackles rose up. Something was wrong. Something very wrong indeed...

With a heave, Sabla lifted her auburn body up and away, spiriting herself across the small meadow she had lied in. With a combination of grace and power, her muscles quivered warm, running smoothly across her bones. She pushed and pulled the ground underneath her, seemingly controlling the very terra below her, as an putnar should.

Huffing slightly, for vargs are built of endurance and not speed, Sabla skidded to a stop to a gathering of vargs. Tourniquet, panickly chattering with Kai, nearly incoherent. Frostpool, huddled with a nameless pup. And another pup, stammering out questions to Kai. Sabla eyed the two older vargs, registering their urgency and sensing no time for questioning. She sat next to the stammering pup, piecing together the story from the questions with keen ears and worried eyes.

[Frost]

Frost started to speak to Blitz when a black mann entered the clearing. The gray and blue mann seemed to recognize the black mann, and completely ignored herself and Blitz. She picked up the names of the vargs. The gray and blue mann was named Tourniquet and the black mann was named Kai.

Blitz asked her what was going on, and Frost shrugged. Halfway through the shrug, the question was answered. She about fell over when the words of Tourniquet registered in her brain.

"Oh my Tor! How did this happen? What is going to happen?" Frost exclaimed, forgetting her place. She knew it was rude not to introduce herself to vargs of higher status than her, but now was not the time and place. As she finished, a fat mann walked in.

He was fat. His pelt was tinged with red here and there. He seemed to recognize Kai and he started to stammer to him. Frost pondered this when a fae that Frost recognized came into the clearing and sat by the red mann.

Sabla looked deeply worried. Frost hadn't known her long, but she knew this was unusual.

"Hello, Sabla." That was all Frost said for she was too worried to say anything else.

ooc: no muse!

[Phantom]

She had been on the other side of Koran’s packlands, enjoying a meal of plump rabbit when Tourniquet had sounded his pained and frenzied alarm. Having been so far away, the alarm had nearly disintegrated in the air by the time it reached her, nothing more than the ghost of an echo. But, the Drappa’s keen ears heard it, and she left her dinner for the scavengers without a moment’s thought to her remaining hunger. Pack before self, she thought, reciting something she had heard Tarkah say to her once when she was but a cub.

Phantom began her journey at a steady canter, but soon the summer evening took it’s effect on the twilight-loving wolf. A cool night breeze brushed away the heat of the day and sent a thrill through her fur, causing her to bolt suddenly into a full run. Her dark brown pelt flashed through the green undergrowth as she made, catching the gold hues of the setting sun in the hairs. She seemed to have an aura of evening draped around her; a cloak of firefly light, that complemented the bright, bright yellow of her eyes. She felt strength burn through her body like the summer on the land. Game was abundant around her. The pack was well fed and free; it’s members were scattered about to enjoy summer travels. Her mind gave why to happy, cub-like thoughts as she ran. She was drunk on the season and the setting sun and the swept her tail.

Little did she know what awaited her.

The forest was soon blanketed with shadows, and she blended into them seamlessly. It was just after the sun had vanished behind the mountains when she neared the gathering of her wolves. She scented them before she could see them, and names of her familiars jumped out of her memory; Tourniquet, Kai, Sabla, “Monty”… and a pawful of others that she didn’t quite know yet. Newcomers.

She hadn’t arrived in time to hear the terrible news, but she could tell immediately that something was terribly wrong. Even before she saw Tourn’s tattered, shivering state, and heard the quickened, panicked breath and heartbeat of those surrounding him. She felt it seep within her body, her soul. Fear crept through her, but a Drappa, a leader, faces it anyway.

“How could what happen?” she said, echoing Frost’s words as she stepped from the shadows. Her eyes met every one of the present vargs briefly, as if she was reading them. She nodded to Kai, her trusted Beta, before resting her gaze on Tourniquet. The terrible fear and sadness in the mann’s eyes horrified her. She wasn’t naïve. She knew that that look meant. Death.

“Tourn,” she asked softly, as if her voice could calm him. “What has happened?”

She would be one of the last to know. Fate was just so cruel.

[Stoli]

There, on the edge of the pack lands, shaded by thick trees and overlooking the meadow laid a small varg with a molten of reds and browns through her fur. Her amber hues scanned the meadow and watched as the sky of reds and oranges began to slowly fade to a darkening blue. Tor and the stars that accompany her each night began to fill the sky as fire flies mesmerized the fae leading her to her own world. She had only been in Transylvania for a few moons and in Koran even less, but she still considered it home and she couldn’t be happier, she finally had a family again. Suddenly a harsh breeze brought her to her senses, she felt as if something was very wrong. Then her auds perked, a howl pierced the sky, one that sent shivers throughout her entire body. Stoli jumped to her paws, immediately turning towards the center of pack lands, where the horrible howl had come from, and in an instant she was on her way to the heart of the territory. Her paws had never moved so fast, from afar it may have even looked like she was hovering above the ground. The fae focused only on the ground before her, darting back and forth through the trees as she made a beeline to where the howl originated from.

Soon she slowed her pace, she had come upon a small group of vargs, she knew that in no way would she be the first to arrive, not when she was on the outskirts of the pack borders. Her heart pounding, she approached the group, bowing her head to Kai and who she gathered to probably be the Drappa though she had never met the fae before. Others also surrounded them but once again she was too new to know every face, slowly making her way to the center she stood beside the ebon Beta, only slightly brushing against him so that he would know that she was there, no words were needed. Stoli had caught the last few words of who she assumed to be the Drappa, the calmness in her voice surprised the fae, she knew that there was something awful that had happened, yet you would never be able to tell from the way the Drappa was acting; then again that’s probably why she was the alpha.

Stoli began to look around as she waited for the grey mann to speak, everyone’s face was filled with concern, panic and even heart ache. Her heart continued to pound, her chest heaved and hoed. What was to happen to the family that had just accepted her, what could she possibly do to help? She was small, much smaller than the other vargs of the pack besides the pups. “It doesn’t matter how small I am, I will do anything for my pack, my family.[/b]” She thought to herself. It seemed like time was almost standing still as they waited for the mann to speak again…[/color]

[Kai]

Sorry again for the wait on this... but here it is, finally. Let me know if anything needs to be changed, Phantom.


The navy-hued male's answer did not come right away, for he was preoccupied with regaining his lost breath. Kai knew that whatever had occurred must be grave indeed if it had induced such fear and panic into the Koranian. with as much patience as he could muster given the circumstances, Kai waited for Tourniquet's stuttering to subside and give way to the truth. When the words finally came, the ebon Beta felt his heart sink, for even had he been given ample time to prepare his weary soul for such news, never in a hundred lifetimes could he have braced himself for the tragedy he was now privy to. "Our Dragga?", he asked, his tone implying confusion and disbelief, though he could tell by the serious face of the Sikla before him that his revelation needed no more proof to be convincing. "But Phantom..."

His ears and tail lowered simultaneously, reflecting the now sullen mood that washed over every pack member present. The approach of various others barely registered in the Beta's mind as his thoughts swarmed. He was desperate for answers, and being the only authority figure present, he would do well to overcome his loss for words. Who could have done this? He asked himself, though the answer was already flashing in his mind as brightly as the crimson twilight. The Balkar... Though he had never had the misfortune of encountering any of their ranks himself, he had heard through stories, some too close to his heart, of the treachery that followed in their wake. Tourniquet's words only served to set his deepest fears in stone, as he confirmed the presence of Balkar on Koran soil.

Breaking him from his stupor came the timid yet familiar voice of one of Koran's pups- a misunderstood youth by the misleading name of Monster. Beside himself he saw too the small, rusty form of a new acquaintance and addition to Koran- a she-varg named Stoli. To the chubby pup's question, Kai had no solid reply, though he felt the need to try his best to reassure all present, at least until his Alpha arrived. "It'll be okay, Monty," he said softly, nuzzling the petrified youth, a familiar fear lingering beneath the brave facade in his amber eyes.

He did not have to stall long before Koran's remaining Alpha appeared amidst the gathering; Kai's heart sunk farther as he heard her frantic questioning, having missed the information relayed by Tourniquet. It took all of his courage not to shrink away from her, as his amber eyes surveyed the miserable faces around him, he knew it was his duty, his responsibility to inform his Drappa of the recent happenings. "Phantom," he bowed quickly as he spoke, unable to hide the grave tone with with he said her name. "Koran has fallen under attack, if only I had been there, maybe..." Guilt plagued him, knowing that had he been in the area at the right time, he could have helped his Dragga fight, and at the very least, he could have died by his side. "The Balkar," he spoke with pain and disgust, "As Tourniquet has informed us... claimed one of our own." His sunken eyes found hers slowly, and seemed to speak for him the news that no one wanted to hear aloud again. "I'm so sorry Phantom; they've taken Kadin from us."

[Snowflame]

A cheery smile was drawn across the pretty maw of the fae as she trotted purposely through the trees, her orbs admiring and studying an assortment of objects that passed by her. She never seemed to stop looking, her fantastic icy blue laterns blazing with excitement at finally properly exploring her pack's land. Her ivory pelt made her stick out in the rich textures of golds, greens, oranges and browns, though she was not bothered about that. What mattered to her was where she was now, peaceful and happy in her true home. This will always be my home, sighed Snowflame to herself, a dazed look on her face. Then came a sudden howl from not far away, one that made her tremble in fright, her ears flat on her head, tail up and alert. Then as it ceased, Snowflame knew something was wrong. Something had happened in her beloved Koran, but what was it?

Having not long been here, Snowflame had only got to meet a handful of wolves. Sabla and Takuto were the ones she had recently met, but had they heard the howl? Her pace quickened to a light run, her lithe form dodging the looming trees with relative ease. Something was holding her back, but she could not fathom what it was. Then it suddenly dawned on her; fear.

A shadow fell across her face, as if all the happiness had been sucked from her essence. She barely knew anybody, and this howl was from an unfamiliar source. She growled stubbornly at herself, urging her to go on. Finally, panting slightly, she came to a small gathering of wolves. Instantly, she saw Sabla and wagged her tail once tentatively. Cautiously, she bowed her head towards Kai, whom had accepted her into the pack, and also to Phantom, who she had only heard of, but never met in person. Snowflame cocked her ears as she heard Kai finish saying, "I'm so sorry Phantom; they've taken Kadin from us.". Realisation dawned on her. This Kadin is dead! I wonder who he was? Never mind at the moment, just listen! she thought to herself before standing next to a small, red female, and glanced around.

There was a male standing near Kai and Phantom, older than herself, and there was Sabla, a chubby male wolf, two young wolves standing next to each other. She sighed secretly to herself, she wasn't the only cub there. Leaning towards the small female, she whispered, " What has happened?"

[Sabla]

//Well, since it looks like the posting order has been thrown out the window, I'm going to post and get this moving. Ha ha. //

A vicious growl clung deep in her throat and realeased as low malice into the thick air. Her hackles raised slightly, eyes adjusted to the changing light. She shifted in her seat. "The Balkar will pay for this." she snarled, baring her teeth.

Her thoughts were fangs as her mind envisioned the ugly brutes, traitors of even their species, murder Koran's beloved dragga. To see him fall to the demons jaws. She shook her head of the thought, not trusting her too-vivid imagination. "Where's Kadin now?" she asked. A piercing thought sliced through herself as her imagination broke free and ran off and ahead as she made the connection to the Balkar's reputation. A flash of screaming noise, bloodied fur and torn flesh. She shuddered and brushed the thought away, saying under her breath, "If there's anything left..."

Another snarl and a beat of the tail so hard on the ground, it stirred up dead leaves and a small dust cloud from the earth around her. Recently Sabla's emotions were wild and unsettled, the dragga's death tipping her over the edge. She spoke out of line to Phantom, blurting out, "We must attack the Balkar!" Sabla's eyes flashed as another thought hit her, chilled her tongue and her spine. She looked at Phantom, with fear in her eyes. "Before they come back for you."

Another chill as she swung her head to see the small family around her. So very young. She swallowed down an anxious gulp.

"Before they come back for all of us."

[Orion]

((Do excuse the interuption...but I've been bothered by the lack of Activity in the entire site as of late, so I'd like to stir things up a bit if I may. I do hope you don't mind))

What a drag. The day had pressed onward and the trees continued to stand. The wind still blew and the leaves began changing color to their more autumn colors. The sounds of birds twittering on and on in the light of the forest just became an ambiance the black brute could forget. His mind was on other things, more important things. A Fae perhaps, that had recently caught his attention and for him she actually seemed receptive to him.

Ah Aiyu, the new Stargazer of List after Fiory's inevitable passing into the red meadow had grown into more then the feeble cub she had been before. The ebon brute saw her in his mind's eye as the lovely ivory varg he had become entranced with. His heart even pined for her now as he made his rounds of List's outer boundaries. His keen nose had caught a rabbits scent near the outskirts of Sudak's markers and the rumbling gut caused him to steer off course and right smack into Koran territory; the sworn enemy of List, his home pack.

Not like Orion much cared. He was careful, he was quiet. His paws were silent on the ground, a light rustling only being heard by the hare that was trying it's damnedest to hide from his sparkling golden eyes and keen sense of smell. The light gold in his pelt and the ebony black that coated him provided excellent camouflage in the dense shaded tree line. He was his mother's son; Fiory's stealthy and secretive legacy lived on in her only son Orion. He was a master at shadows, a king at slinking away regardless of his brutish size that he gained from his sire the late Bristol. He could see the blood, he could smell his kill. He made his leap, but it was not what he had expected to find.

There before him was not the rabbit he thought he had been seeking, but parts of a varg, torn to shreds and the stain of it's remaining fluids pooled eerily onto the ground. Orion's hackles raised and his body stood upon red alert, glancing around to try and find the culprit of the dead wolf bits before him. The trail of blood was marked with paw prints of the living beast that had killed it, and where the remaining portion of the carcass had been dragged to be disposed of in unmentionable ways. There was definitely not enough blood for the massacre to have happened there, but enough for the scent to linger in the air.

How odd...Wonder who he was... Orion thought to himself, sniffing the tufts of hair and blood left behind and mistakenly getting a bit of the red liquid onto his muzzle and nose. A snort was given to try and remove the sticky liquid, but to no avail. Oh well...it'll come off when I go get something to drink... He thought, pressing on to try and reclaim the scent of the long lost hare he had been tracking.

"We Must attack the Balkar!" the words froze him. They weren't far off, and the femmes voice was not one Orion recognized. Silently, he plodded closer, keeping low to the ground and halting in the shadows a good few yards away from the gathering he had stumbled upon. How far had he traveled into Koran territory? Orion had no clue, but he dare not ask the current residents either. Instead, he lay in the shadows, a black fly upon the wall, listening to the plans of war upon List's allies the Balkar, his golden eyes fixated upon the fae he heard speak; Sabla.

"Before they come back for you! Before they come back for all of us!"

Sounded as though, to Orion the outside shadow of the gathering, the Balkar had perhaps killed the remains he had found earlier in passing. The rogue stayed silent. If there was to be a war against the Balkar, then List would surely join in to defend their allies, and that meant that.....Aiyu..

He couldn't let that happen. He would need to warn List of the coming danger from Koran and be sure Gryffin would not assist their Balkarian allies if Aiyu was to stay safe. The ebony brute couldn't help thinking of how terrible a war could devastate both List and the Balkar. How List's time of peace would come to an end in a bloody battle under a blood red moon....