>~* A Howl At Midnight>~* A FORGOTTEN DOGS ROLEPLAY!

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Grant let a low chuckle emanate from deep in his chest. "Smart pup. Hiding your fear to the best of your ability." He chuckled again, his blood-red eyes beginning to burn brightly as the ravenous hunger within him grew. "You seem to hold this pack of yours in high regard." He placed his other paw forward. "A shame they won't put you on the same pedestal you put them on."
Grant lunged forward, his bloodlust finally breaking free. Jaws unhinged and paws ready, he aimed straight for the dog's neck. In an unimaginable speed, Grant grabbed the back of the dog's neck, kicked his legs from under him and flipped him over onto his back. Without any hesitation, he then bit down on Troutfin's throat, blood sprouted into Grant's mouth, the salty and metallic taste flowing over his tongue. He then waited, staring into the dog's eyes without a hint of remorse.

Troutfin gasped, kicking at Grant weakly as his blood spattered upon the ground and the massive he-dog's neck. He made a gurgling sound and then was still, his yellow eyes going blank with death.

 

[cathloveydovey]

Troutfin gasped, kicking at Grant weakly as his blood spattered upon the ground and the massive he-dog's neck. He made a gurgling sound and then was still, his yellow eyes going blank with death.

Grant took a few steps back and shook the blood from his face. "Well, that was quick..." He murmured, he then looked to the sides of him and ran off into the forest.

 

[RiverStorm]

Rain trotted through the slightly damp forest, the greens of the leaves and grass a much more rich color due to the priorly non-stop rainfall. She had always loved to get out of the camp and patrol whenever it had just stopped raining, that was one of the reason why she chose her slightly cliche name.
And, of course, she needed to get out of camp, with all the never-ending whines of pain and scent of drying blood. With all the memories of her now dead sister.
She stopped for a second, bending down to try to pick up the fading scent of rabbits.
(Avalanche, Vulture, Grant, Windigo, somebody, she's open to kill XD)

(I just realized I put this on the wrong thread. Oh well, it happens)
(Canyon)
Blanket stared into the rippling river. It was fortunate that the current was strong enough to keep it from freezing, providing Canyon pack with a fairly inexhaustible food supply.
A dog stared back at her, with soft, wavy grey fur and clear yellow eyes.
She peered past the reflection, however, searching. Water... weathered pebbles, weeds forcefully shoved by the current.
And then... movement... not at all like the repetitive abuse that the elodea were currently enduring. A side-to-side wiggle, powering the thing downstream.
Blanket had trained her eyes to recognize that wiggle, trained herself to bring the thing to the surface before her mind had even grasped what it was.
Fish. She hardly remembered jumping into the water to reach it, only realizing she had done so after she was safely back on the shore. Her curly pelt shed the painfully cold water effortlessly and she bit down hard, causing the fish’s irksome flopping to cease.
Then she lay it to rest on the shore and stared at it for a while, finally deciding that the only thing for her to do would be to catch another. (She’s basically at camp unless it’s been moved since the original post.)

A grey and golden he-dog stretched out on the warm sand, his eyes half opened lazily. A flutter of movement broke the haze of Shade's sight, and he fully opened his black eyes with a yawn.
He slowly rose to his paws, eyeing the young-- And rather pretty, she-dog in-front of him. Who... Ah, Blanket. He had never really held a conversation with her, but he had seen her from time to time after she joined the pack with her brother.
Shade rose his tail and started waving it in a friendly manner before trotting forward, sitting down at the grey she-dog's side. "Hey, Blanket, mind if I join you?" He asked silkily, his jaws slightly parted in a playful grin.

Paw step after paw step, Birch was slowly leading the group back towards the camp, her paws falling in a slowly trot. "No," the young alpha answered the she-dog's question, her head low, searching for any scents, pack mates or rouges, in the leaf litter. "I don't believe there was anyone else on patrol."

~

She was lost. Again.
One moment she was sulking behind Squirrel, and the next moment she was off, following a mouse through a thicket. She never found it, of course, but she found herself separated from the group. Proycon, curse me and my stupid brain.
It was cold, the chill seeping through her thin fur, causing the young she-coyote to shiver. And it was dark— of course it was dark, it just had to be dark, didn't it? Sure she was a coyote, with skilled eyes to see in the darkness, but everything was distorted at night. The flicker of darkness in the looming wood before her could have been merely a shadow, or it could have been something more, something darker and more sinister, just lurking in the darkness, waiting for the next moment she was caught off guard. Holly didn't want to always get sidetracked, she wanted Birch to like her, not despise her. But no matter how hard she tried to concentrate, she couldn't focus on the task at paw.
A little whimper escaped her throat as she padded forward, her paw steps careful. Snap. She whipped around, ears snapping to attention at the crackling noise of a twig breaking. "Alpha?" She breathed, her voice trembling. A few heart beats later and there was still no answer. "Squirrel?"
Her shaky breathing created puffs of steam in the air, her roaring heartbeat the only noise in her ears. She crouched low, crawling forward with tentative steps, barely daring to even breathe. Her muzzle swung side to side, amber eyes searching the caliginous shadows of the desolate forest. She could have sworn that shadow just moved, right behind the looming cedar.
The little coyotes frame was trembling with unrepressed trepidation, her ears flattened against her skull. That shadow had moved, a large, slinking figure darting between the trees. "S-Seeker?" No, not Seeker. It was a different scent, not of River Pack, but colder. Musty. Like an old cave, damp, cold, abandoned and lonesome.
Leaf litter flew into the air, paws slamming full speed against the ground. Claws met fur and teeth flashed in the light of the half-moon, a massive figure slamming their entire weight into Holly's side, knocking her flat to the ground. She was frantic, gasping for air that wouldn't come, scrambling feebly at the furred shape above her that was crushing her ribcage, forcefully taking away the ease to let oxygen enter her body.
"Please," she choked out, staring up at the glinting blue eyes, shards of ice against the darkness of the dogs pelt. The weight lifted suddenly, and she was able to breathe again, cold air entered her lungs, causing her chest to ache.
The relief was only brief, though, for there were only a few beats of recovery for her until the creature came back full force, teeth snagging her pelt, yanking out fur. Holly threw her head back, her desperate howl filling the night air, teeth sinking into the tender skin of her flank. She whipped around, lips pulling back to reveal her teeth. There was no way she would over take the massive dog in front of her. This is it. This is my fate for being so stupid. I'm gonna die like the others.
The dog charged, rearing up with a vicious snarl, and Holly met the dog, rearing on her hind paws as well. Jaws snapped, blood spattering the ground, staining their pelts. Mice scattered and crickets leapt for safety as the two tussled, before finally the dog grabbed a hold of her scruff, and flung the coyote away.
Holly landed harshly against the ground with a strained yelp, scrambling to her paws. She held her left front paw against her chest, one eyes already hot and swollen, her vision severely distorted in it.
The massive she-dog strode toward her, clearly confident in her motives. There was a certain swagger to her gait that left Holly with a sense of dread.
"If you're going to kill me, I ask of you one thing," she panted, staring up at the dog even though her head was lowered. The she-dogs lip curled, as if her request revolted her. But the dark creature leaned in and down, muzzle to muzzle with her. "And what would that be, little yote?" She whispered silkily, sending shivers down Holly's spine.
"Give my pack mercy." Holly growled, her heart thumping like a trapped bird.
A grin trespassed onto the she-dogs face, shoving her sneer out of the way. She tossed her muzzle back to the moon, a laugh escaping her throat before her head snapped back down, staring Holly dead in the eye. "Wendigo doesn't do mercy."
And that was the last thing she remembered before it went dark.

Seeker nodded slowly, picking up a shared depression in the alpha's voice. She lowered her snout, trying to pick up any scents, before turning to look at the dogs around her.
Raksha was the farthest away from her, her head raised in a proud arch. Hawk, Hollyshadow, and Cave were taking up the rear, Birch was leading them with her head low to the ground-- No doubt searching for the scent of the killer, Obsidian was beside her, looking rather dazed, and Hollyshadow--
She stopped in her tracks, whirling around. "Where's Hollyshadow? She can't have run off, again..." She muttered, cold eyes glaring into the shadows for the she-yote, before strained whine reached her ears from somewhere in the surrounding woods. "You hear that? Someone's hurt. It's gotta be her." She growled, beginning to take off in that direction. Not again, not again.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Grant took a few steps back and shook the blood from his face. "Well, that was quick..." He murmured, he then looked to the sides of him and ran off into the forest.

A few minutes later, a young loner walked unwillingly onto the scene. He froze at the scent of blood. Then his eyes scanned the clearing and saw the gray mutt dog sprawled across the ground, his throat ripped open. The newcomer dashed forward, his own gray muzzle becoming red as he laid it on Troutfin's neck, trying to tell if he was breathing. The war is over, isn't it? Why is this happening? He let out a mournful howl as he realized the dog was really dead, in spite of the danger of being caught by the same killer that had murdered Troutfin. The young wolf looked down at his paws, also red with blood, and wondered why he felt so sad for a stranger. He had seen so much death, creeping across the war zone at night, after the battles were over. Yet... this seemed wrong. To die after your pack had been torn apart by fighting, after you thought you might be safe. In your own territory..
Lost in his thoughts, Stormcloud didn't notice the crackling of twigs that meant another dog was coming into the clearing. At first, when Riverfire saw the gray loner, he barked out a greeting. "Troutfin! I've been calling for you! What are you-" his sentence abruptly stopped when Riverfire inevitably noticed that Stormcloud was not, indeed, a dog, but a wolf, and that Troutfin lay at his paws, dead. "You.." Riverfire bared his teeth, his ears going back. "You killed him! You savage wolves are all the same!" He lunged forward, and Stormcloud tried to yelp that he hadn't done this, but even if he had the enraged dog wouldn't have listened. Riverfire bowled him over, and Stormcloud managed just to wriggle away, dashing as quick as he could into the undergrowth.

Rain trotted through the slightly damp forest, the greens of the leaves and grass a much more rich color due to the priorly non-stop rainfall. She had always loved to get out of the camp and patrol whenever it had just stopped raining, that was one of the reason why she chose her slightly cliche name.
And, of course, she needed to get out of camp, with all the never-ending whines of pain and scent of drying blood. With all the memories of her now dead sister.
She stopped for a second, bending down to try to pick up the fading scent of rabbits.
(Avalanche, Vulture, Grant, Windigo, somebody, she's open to kill XD)


A grey and golden he-dog stretched out on the warm sand, his eyes half opened lazily. A flutter of movement broke the haze of Shade's sight, and he fully opened his black eyes with a yawn.
He slowly rose to his paws, eyeing the young-- And rather pretty, she-dog in-front of him. Who... Ah, Blanket. He had never really held a conversation with her, but he had seen her from time to time after she joined the pack with her brother.
Shade rose his tail and started waving it in a friendly manner before trotting forward, sitting down at the grey she-dog's side. "Hey, Blanket, mind if I join you?" He asked silkily, his jaws slightly parted in a playful grin.

Seeker nodded slowly, picking up a shared depression in the alpha's voice. She lowered her snout, trying to pick up any scents, before turning to look at the dogs around her.
Raksha was the farthest away from her, her head raised in a proud arch. Hawk, Hollyshadow, and Cave were taking up the rear, Birch was leading them with her head low to the ground-- No doubt searching for the scent of the killer, Obsidian was beside her, looking rather dazed, and Hollyshadow--
She stopped in her tracks, whirling around. "Where's Hollyshadow? She can't have run off, again..." She muttered, cold eyes glaring into the shadows for the she-yote, before strained whine reached her ears from somewhere in the surrounding woods. "You hear that? Someone's hurt. It's gotta be her." She growled, beginning to take off in that direction. Not again, not again.

Vulture paused, his thick-furred tail sticking out behind him. "I caught a scent. This way," he murmured to his sister, crouching down and gliding through the undergrowth towards the unsuspecting she-dog(?).

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Rain trotted through the slightly damp forest, the greens of the leaves and grass a much more rich color due to the priorly non-stop rainfall. She had always loved to get out of the camp and patrol whenever it had just stopped raining, that was one of the reason why she chose her slightly cliche name.
And, of course, she needed to get out of camp, with all the never-ending whines of pain and scent of drying blood. With all the memories of her now dead sister.
She stopped for a second, bending down to try to pick up the fading scent of rabbits.
(Avalanche, Vulture, Grant, Windigo, somebody, she's open to kill XD)


A grey and golden he-dog stretched out on the warm sand, his eyes half opened lazily. A flutter of movement broke the haze of Shade's sight, and he fully opened his black eyes with a yawn.
He slowly rose to his paws, eyeing the young-- And rather pretty, she-dog in-front of him. Who... Ah, Blanket. He had never really held a conversation with her, but he had seen her from time to time after she joined the pack with her brother.
Shade rose his tail and started waving it in a friendly manner before trotting forward, sitting down at the grey she-dog's side. "Hey, Blanket, mind if I join you?" He asked silkily, his jaws slightly parted in a playful grin.

Seeker nodded slowly, picking up a shared depression in the alpha's voice. She lowered her snout, trying to pick up any scents, before turning to look at the dogs around her.
Raksha was the farthest away from her, her head raised in a proud arch. Hawk, Hollyshadow, and Cave were taking up the rear, Birch was leading them with her head low to the ground-- No doubt searching for the scent of the killer, Obsidian was beside her, looking rather dazed, and Hollyshadow--
She stopped in her tracks, whirling around. "Where's Hollyshadow? She can't have run off, again..." She muttered, cold eyes glaring into the shadows for the she-yote, before strained whine reached her ears from somewhere in the surrounding woods. "You hear that? Someone's hurt. It's gotta be her." She growled, beginning to take off in that direction. Not again, not again.

Birch whipped around, muzzle tilting upward as a howl split the air, and Seeker was muttering about Hollyshadow, before she took off. She was about to follow her, but paused at Hawk's side. "Take everybody to camp. Do not come looking for us. I need you in camp, make sure no one leaves." Her cold alpha stance faded briefly, her jaws parting again, more words on the tip of her tongue, until a whine echoed in the distance. "Be careful, Hawk." Then she turned and took off after Seeker, easily catching up to the she-dog. "Careful," she growled. "Who knows if there's more of them lurking around. There's certainly more then one scent."

 

[Amer]

Rain trotted through the slightly damp forest, the greens of the leaves and grass a much more rich color due to the priorly non-stop rainfall. She had always loved to get out of the camp and patrol whenever it had just stopped raining, that was one of the reason why she chose her slightly cliche name.
And, of course, she needed to get out of camp, with all the never-ending whines of pain and scent of drying blood. With all the memories of her now dead sister.
She stopped for a second, bending down to try to pick up the fading scent of rabbits.
(Avalanche, Vulture, Grant, Windigo, somebody, she's open to kill XD)


A grey and golden he-dog stretched out on the warm sand, his eyes half opened lazily. A flutter of movement broke the haze of Shade's sight, and he fully opened his black eyes with a yawn.
He slowly rose to his paws, eyeing the young-- And rather pretty, she-dog in-front of him. Who... Ah, Blanket. He had never really held a conversation with her, but he had seen her from time to time after she joined the pack with her brother.
Shade rose his tail and started waving it in a friendly manner before trotting forward, sitting down at the grey she-dog's side. "Hey, Blanket, mind if I join you?" He asked silkily, his jaws slightly parted in a playful grin.

Seeker nodded slowly, picking up a shared depression in the alpha's voice. She lowered her snout, trying to pick up any scents, before turning to look at the dogs around her.
Raksha was the farthest away from her, her head raised in a proud arch. Hawk, Hollyshadow, and Cave were taking up the rear, Birch was leading them with her head low to the ground-- No doubt searching for the scent of the killer, Obsidian was beside her, looking rather dazed, and Hollyshadow--
She stopped in her tracks, whirling around. "Where's Hollyshadow? She can't have run off, again..." She muttered, cold eyes glaring into the shadows for the she-yote, before strained whine reached her ears from somewhere in the surrounding woods. "You hear that? Someone's hurt. It's gotta be her." She growled, beginning to take off in that direction. Not again, not again.

Blanket tilted her head as a shaggy grey dog approached. Blanket narrowed her yellow eyes and drew in his scent, recoiling when she did not smell the fear that she expected after the battle had taken so much. He carried the scent of arrogance, but he seemed fairly harmless. Not trying to challenge her.
“Sure,” Blanket said disinterestedly. “I was just catching some fish.” She nosed the singular fish, trying not to look at him directly. Why is he smiling like he just spotted a gigantic salmon?
“Anyways, I guess I’ll continue now,” she said, staring back at her reflection.

 

[RiverStorm]

Vulture paused, his thick-furred tail sticking out behind him. "I caught a scent. This way," he murmured to his sister, crouching down and gliding through the undergrowth towards the unsuspecting she-dog(?).

Rain finally caught the scent of rabbits, and slipped into the shadows, slowly creeping closer before she shot after them, jaws snapping mercilessly.
When she caught one, she began shaking her head viciously until the plump little innocent creature still with death. She flicked her ears as she heard two dogs somewhere near her, her blood splattered face twisting back to look into the shadows.

Birch whipped around, muzzle tilting upward as a howl split the air, and Seeker was muttering about Hollyshadow, before she took off. She was about to follow her, but paused at Hawk's side. "Take everybody to camp. Do not come looking for us. I need you in camp, make sure no one leaves." Her cold alpha stance faded briefly, her jaws parting again, more words on the tip of her tongue, until a whine echoed in the distance. "Be careful, Hawk." Then she turned and took off after Seeker, easily catching up to the she-dog. "Careful," she growled. "Who knows if there's more of them lurking around. There's certainly more then one scent."

Seeker crashed through the undergrowth, jumping over a fallen log with ease. "I know. I just don't want to bury another pack-mate." She said quietly, mismatched eyes searching around them as she kept sucking in deep breathes to catch the jumbled scents.
She broke through the bushes and onto a small trail, tripping over a unearthed root and sliding through the mud until her back slammed into something sticky. The scents started to become overwhelming, there was blood for sure, it's salty and metallic smell washing over her-- And she was sure that had to be the sticky substance now covering her back. Hollyshadow's smell was mingled with another one, a more rough one that definitely belonged to a rogue.
She gave a soft growl, slowly dragging her aching body to her feet, before her eyes locked onto the horror scene of a sight before her. Seeker backed up, shaking her head in confusion. "She was just with us." She whispered, staring at the pool of blood that was splashed left and right.

Blanket tilted her head as a shaggy grey dog approached. Blanket narrowed her yellow eyes and drew in his scent, recoiling when she did not smell the fear that she expected after the battle had taken so much. He carried the scent of arrogance, but he seemed fairly harmless. Not trying to challenge her.
“Sure,” Blanket said disinterestedly. “I was just catching some fish.” She nosed the singular fish, trying not to look at him directly. Why is he smiling like he just spotted a gigantic salmon?
“Anyways, I guess I’ll continue now,” she said, staring back at her reflection.

Shade nodded, eyes turning down towards the water before locking onto a wriggling shadow.
He pounced forward, sticking his entire face into the water as he clamped his jaws around a large salmon, before ripping his head back out quickly, clutching the squirming fish and setting it next to her's. He gave a flick of his tail with suppressed pride, still giving a friendly grin. "Name's Shade, by the way. You're Dust's sister?" He said silkily, trying to make small talk and learn more about her.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Rain finally caught the scent of rabbits, and slipped into the shadows, slowly creeping closer before she shot after them, jaws snapping mercilessly.
When she caught one, she began shaking her head viciously until the plump little innocent creature still with death. She flicked her ears as she heard two dogs somewhere near her, her blood splattered face twisting back to look into the shadows.

Seeker crashed through the undergrowth, jumping over a fallen log with ease. "I know. I just don't want to bury another pack-mate." She said quietly, mismatched eyes searching around them as she kept sucking in deep breathes to catch the jumbled scents.
She broke through the bushes and onto a small trail, tripping over a unearthed root and sliding through the mud until her back slammed into something soft and sticky. The scents started to become overwhelming, there was blood for sure, it's salty and metallic smell washing over her-- And she was sure that had to be the sticky substance now covering her back. Hollyshadow's smell was mingled with another one, a more rough one that definitely belonged to a she-dog rogue.
She gave a soft growl, slowly dragging her aching body to her feet, before her eyes locked onto the horror scene of a sight before her. Seeker backed up, shaking her head in confusion. "She was just with us." She whispered, staring at Hollyshadow's body, her pack-mate's neck having been ripped apart.

Shade nodded, eyes turning down towards the water before locking onto a wriggling shadow.
He pounced forward, sticking his entire face into the water as he clamped his jaws around a large salmon, before ripping his head back out quickly, clutching the squirming fish and setting it next to her's. He gave a flick of his tail with suppressed pride, still giving a friendly grin. "Name's Shade, by the way. You're Dust's sister?" He said silkily, trying to make small talk and learn more about her.

(Probably should have said Holly isn't dead. Wendigo has her captive in Onyx's camp.)

"You alright, Seeker?" Birch asked, slowing when the she-dog tripped. Then she smelled it, the metallic scent of blood she knew all too well. She shivered, trying to keep her thoughts at bay. "She was just here," she murmured, nose to the ground. "She's hurt." She followed the scent trail, before it suddenly cut off, a pool of blood in the leaf-litter, like she had just been snatched from the ground. "Her scent stops right here. They took her." Her eyes widened, staring unseeingly at the pool of blood. Images of the little coyote, who trained so hard, had fought so valiantly in the battle despite being reprimanded and bullied so many times for her tendencies to wander off, flashed through her mind. And now, the possibility that the she-yote had been killed and taken away for Proycon knows what was very high.

 

[RiverStorm]

(Probably should have said Holly isn't dead. Wendigo has her captive in Onyx's camp.)

"You alright, Seeker?" Birch asked, slowing when the she-dog tripped. Then she smelled it, the metallic scent of blood she knew all too well. She shivered, trying to keep her thoughts at bay. "She was just here," she murmured, nose to the ground. "She's hurt." She followed the scent trail, before it suddenly cut off, a pool of blood in the leaf-litter, like she had just been snatched from the ground. "Her scent stops right here. They took her." Her eyes widened, staring unseeingly at the pool of blood. Images of the little coyote, who trained so hard, had fought so valiantly in the battle despite being reprimanded and bullied so many times for her tendencies to wander off, flashed through her mind. And now, the possibility that the she-yote had been killed and taken away for Proycon knows what was very high.

(Oh, sorry. I thought she died, I'll edit.)

"Yeah, I'm... Fine." Seeker murmured, still staring at the pool of blood. She shook her head, stuffing her snout close to the ground and sucking in deeply to try and find a scent. "It was a female rogue. So a different one than the one that killed the others. That's it, that's all I can tell. Other than the fact that it seems like she just vanished." She growled aggravatedly, her tail swishing with nervous energy. "That's the fourth dog. Today. They make it through the battle, and for what? To be taken in their own home. And we don't even hardly know who did it. They never did anything to anyone, I don't understand it." She spat, her voice cruel as she stared at nothing in particular.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

(Oh, sorry. I thought she died, I'll edit.)

"Yeah, I'm... Fine." Seeker murmured, still staring at the pool of blood. She shook her head, stuffing her snout close to the ground and sucking in deeply to try and find a scent. "It was a female rogue. So a different one than the one that killed the others. That's it, that's all I can tell. Other than the fact that it seems like she just vanished." She growled aggravatedly, her tail swishing with nervous energy. "That's the fourth dog. Today. They make it through the battle, and for what? To be taken in their own home. And we don't even hardly know who did it. They never did anything to anyone, I don't understand it." She spat, her voice cruel as she stared at nothing in particular.

(Don't worry about it! I should have made it more clear.)

"I know, Seeker!" Birch snarled, turning to her. "Do you think I don't?" She paced the clearing, her pelt a stark white in the darkness. "I can't do anything about it. It's not another pack, this isn't Dark Storm, I can't bring war to the rouges. If I could do something, I would, but I can't." Her muzzle was low, searching for anymore scents. Anger was boiling within her, not at Seeker but at the rouges, at Dark Storm even though he was dead. At herself; at Midnight. It was unrequited anger, aimed at some who didn't even have anything to do with the rouges, but it was still unadulterated. The rouges had killed members of her pack, and not just adult dogs but a pup. Dark Storm had been the reason Midnight had died, leaving her to take over as Alpha. She, herself, had failed her pack, failed to be a proper Alpha, failed to even appoint a Beta. And Midnight—
Birch shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "We have to go," she growled to Seeker. "We've lost enough dogs today. We need to get back to camp."