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Fog turned around and landed a good slap on Kestrel's shoulder to remind him that reality was a thing and death was imminent.
Slate overheard this from where he was poking Dark Storm's dead body with sticks, and ran over like the roadrunner on Wile E. Coyote. "Dimension traveling, yes, plot bunny, NO," Slate growled, in a very inspirational way. "You are my worst frienemy I've ever had. Do you have any idea how boring this RP would be if you weren't here for me to annoy?"Kestrel flung the stick away. "Wat? You can actually do that?" He asked, shocked. His ears were pricked like cactus thorns. "But, but what do I have to do with anything in this universe? I'm just a plot bunny and a dimention-travelling meme."
.RPing only please no replying
RPing only please no replying
RPing only please
RPing only please
RPing only plez
RPing only please
RPing only plz
RPing only please
RPing only plez
RPing only plez
RPing only please
Flash tiredly layed down next to a bush watching the other dogs walking around. He sighed
#ZestyKesty
(watch Bear not even be my charrie cuz I only remeber the reed/shadow fam and Coal and Raksha)Stream's breath whistled out slowly like the melody of a songbird caught in an untimely death's vice. They'd come- of course they had, but she'd begun to doubt even that.
Too bad they still have more faith in you than you have -ever- in yourself.
But you were right all along. You knew you'd never get here.
"Pack, we have suffered much. Never in the entire history of any of the four packs has this amount of individuals been lost at once." Perhaps that wasn't entirely true, but surely no past war of this impact could be buried along with its casualties.
"Among all of the friends that have been stolen from us too soon, our dear Alpha gave her life in the act of righting an old wrong."
If only they hadn't as a whole been so trusting, so forgiving of the little hiccups that had hinted to a much greater betrayal just waiting to boil to the surface with aftershocks of devastation.
Do any of them realize that if Bracken had been exposed sooner...sure, it wasn't just him...the other packs had to have had their own contributors to this violent expulsion of inner anarchy...but for us...it was him...
Do they know that Canyon Pack could've prevented this?
Am I the only one who sees those corpses as our kill?
The next words were hard to get out in the same commanding tone. The clearing was absolutely silent now and she had to stand up firm against her own voice as it ricocheted back to torment her the additional length.
"In accordance with ancient pack proceedings, I was set to be her successor."
But now...
"In times such as these, stable leadership is crucial."
You got so close....
"All of you are entitled to that stability."
Stream swallowed away her own lifelong desires and it was more painful than the weight she was angerly forcing down on her faulty hindleg. Something resented bubbled at the corners of her vision. If only these despicable tears were the product of her infirmity; perhaps even more verifiable if from accepting the cruel reality that she'd never be going on blissful pre-dawn runs with her beloved sister again.
But no.
This hurts the most and I hate myself for it.
"I want you to have that stability."
Her fogging eyes were scanning the crowd now, searching for something undefeated that could fell what needed to be.
When she found him, it was her bittersweet last victory before a fall.
"Bear...please attack me."