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

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PeepersMama said:
Let me see, what charries do I still have....
Wow this is hard.


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Raksha stood beside Rocket, still tense from the previous battle-rush. She watched as the three remaining packs slowly began to fall into their own corners, preparing their wounded for the trek back to their own territories. Her eyes widened momentarily as a black-furred coyote collapsed near the pile of bodies, then narrowed in concern as a rather small pup crouched in terror, staring at his bloody pelt. She nosed Rocket, then motioned to the pup. "You know that kid?" She asked.
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Hawk grunted as he let an unidentified body roll off of his back and come to a halt at Breeze's paws. Her glazed eyes ran over the ruined pelt, not even sure if she was physically awake enough to identify it. But was recognition really needed? All of them were bleeding the same needless blood, and to Breeze, insignificant territory borders had evaporated the moment the first drop had fallen to the undeserving earth. It pained her to remind herself that not all dogs shaded the same view of war victims; reiterating this knowledge in her mind, she could easily ascertain that this new patient was River Pack. Hawk, like so many others so near to her heart, never in a million moons would give a flea as to whether or not an enemy didn't die an unnecessarily prolonged death.
Looking at the wounded dog, she began to feel a throbbing ache in her own chest. She'd felt it before...
Her eyes flitted away from her newest charge and ran down the line of moaning canines that she'd lined up behind her. At least fifteen packmates lay there, each trekking along a dangerously thin remaining line of life. The bundles of herbs she'd brought with her suddenly seemed so infinitesimal and useless, as the one who'd brought it was still an idiot apprentice. She fought off the urge to curse herself with a string of inner words she'd never be able to forget. A nauseous desperation began blooming from the walls of her throat. She sprang to her paws, not even heeding her own inner reasoning. The River Packers seated in an anxious vigil by their packmates' sides as they awaited her distributed attention, glanced up as she threw herself to her feet without warning. Everywhere she looked, a scene of hopelessness bewailed her watering eyes.
Nothing was getting better.
"We have to go!" she suddenly yelped, meeting each dulled gaze. Her voice exploded over the bloodstained plain like breaking glass, a flash hurricane of thousands of excruciating shards. She spun around in an unsteady circle, pivoting that she was able to have every dog in her sight.
Dusk got to her paws, her marred face so blatantly apparent as she snapped the remnants of a fierce gaze onto her healer. "Yeah? Oh, really now?" Her last eye narrowed into a challenging glare- one of that who'd lost all faith. The unobstructed wound accentuated her disbelief and utter hatred- of what? The death, the failure, the retreat, the loss, Breeze herself?- with a angry shock of red. She's giving up. They all are. "And what's going to happen to those of us who can't walk or even breathe?"
A strange shadow clustered over the flickering light that remained on Breeze's visage as she threw herself forward uncertainty, landing on her knees in what would've normally appeared to be an ultimate submission posture before Breeze. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice thickening with guilt. That shouldn't be my answer. They don't deserve that to be my answer. She abruptly leaned forward and rammed her face into the dirt. Pain streaked up into her muzzle like a lightning bolt stolen and cultivated by the earth. When she got to her paws, a few teeth were carried out of her mouth by a tide of cascading blood. "I DON'T KNOW!!!" She threw her muzzle back even harder, letting her voice carry to every ear that was able to hear. "BUT WE MUST GO!
WE GO OR WE DIE!"
 
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HeavensHens88 said:
Hawk grunted as he let an unidentified body roll off of his back and come to a halt at Breeze's paws. Her glazed eyes ran over the ruined pelt, not even sure if she was physically awake enough to identify it. But was recognition really needed? All of them were bleeding the same needless blood, and to Breeze, insignificant territory borders had evaporated the moment the first drop had fallen to the undeserving earth. It pained her to remind herself that not all dogs shaded the same view of war victims; reiterating this knowledge in her mind, she could easily ascertain that this new patient was River Pack. Hawk, like so many others so near to her heart, never in a million moons would give a flea as to whether or not an enemy didn't die an unnecessarily prolonged death.
Looking at the wounded dog, she began to feel a throbbing ache in her own chest. She'd felt it before...
Her eyes flitted away from her newest charge and ran down the line of moaning canines that she'd lined up behind her. At least fifteen packmates lay there, each trekking along a dangerously thin remaining line of life. The bundles of herbs she'd brought with her suddenly seemed so infinitesimal and useless, as the one who'd brought it was still an idiot apprentice. She fought off the urge to curse herself with a string of inner words she'd never be able to forget. A nauseous desperation began blooming from the walls of her throat. She sprang to her paws, not even heeding her own inner reasoning. The River Packers seated in an anxious vigil by their packmates' sides as they awaited her distributed attention, glanced up as she threw herself to her feet without warning. Everywhere she looked, a scene of hopelessness bewailed her watering eyes.
Nothing was getting better.
"We have to go!" she suddenly yelped, meeting each dulled gaze. Her voice exploded over the bloodstained plain like breaking glass, a flash hurricane of thousands of excruciating shards. She spun around in an unsteady circle, pivoting that she was able to have every dog in her sight.
Dusk got to her paws, her marred face so blatantly apparent as she snapped the remnants of a fierce gaze onto her healer. "Yeah? Oh, really now?" Her last eye narrowed into a challenging glare- one of that who'd lost all faith. The unobstructed wound accentuated her disbelief and utter hatred- of what? The death, the failure, the retreat, the loss, Breeze herself?- with a angry shock of red. She's giving up. They all are. "And what's going to happen to those of us who can't walk or even breathe?"
A strange shadow clustered over the flickering light that remained on Breeze's visage as she threw herself forward uncertainty, landing on her knees in what would've normally appeared to be an ultimate submission posture before Breeze. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice thickening with guilt. That shouldn't be my answer. They don't deserve that to be my answer. She abruptly leaned forward and rammed her face into the dirt. Pain streaked up into her muzzle like a lightning bolt stolen and cultivated by the earth. When she got to her paws, a few teeth were carried out of her mouth by a tide of cascading blood. "I DON'T KNOW!!!" She threw her muzzle back even harder, letting her voice carry to every ear that was able to hear. "BUT WE MUST GO!
WE GO OR WE DIE!"
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Oh boy 0__________0
 
HeavensHens88 said:
Hawk grunted as he let an unidentified body roll off of his back and come to a halt at Breeze's paws. Her glazed eyes ran over the ruined pelt, not even sure if she was physically awake enough to identify it. But was recognition really needed? All of them were bleeding the same needless blood, and to Breeze, insignificant territory borders had evaporated the moment the first drop had fallen to the undeserving earth. It pained her to remind herself that not all dogs shaded the same view of war victims; reiterating this knowledge in her mind, she could easily ascertain that this new patient was River Pack. Hawk, like so many others so near to her heart, never in a million moons would give a flea as to whether or not an enemy didn't die an unnecessarily prolonged death.
Looking at the wounded dog, she began to feel a throbbing ache in her own chest. She'd felt it before...
Her eyes flitted away from her newest charge and ran down the line of moaning canines that she'd lined up behind her. At least fifteen packmates lay there, each trekking along a dangerously thin remaining line of life. The bundles of herbs she'd brought with her suddenly seemed so infinitesimal and useless, as the one who'd brought it was still an idiot apprentice. She fought off the urge to curse herself with a string of inner words she'd never be able to forget. A nauseous desperation began blooming from the walls of her throat. She sprang to her paws, not even heeding her own inner reasoning. The River Packers seated in an anxious vigil by their packmates' sides as they awaited her distributed attention, glanced up as she threw herself to her feet without warning. Everywhere she looked, a scene of hopelessness bewailed her watering eyes.
Nothing was getting better.
"We have to go!" she suddenly yelped, meeting each dulled gaze. Her voice exploded over the bloodstained plain like breaking glass, a flash hurricane of thousands of excruciating shards. She spun around in an unsteady circle, pivoting that she was able to have every dog in her sight.
Dusk got to her paws, her marred face so blatantly apparent as she snapped the remnants of a fierce gaze onto her healer. "Yeah? Oh, really now?" Her last eye narrowed into a challenging glare- one of that who'd lost all faith. The unobstructed wound accentuated her disbelief and utter hatred- of what? The death, the failure, the retreat, the loss, Breeze herself?- with a angry shock of red. She's giving up. They all are. "And what's going to happen to those of us who can't walk or even breathe?"
A strange shadow clustered over the flickering light that remained on Breeze's visage as she threw herself forward uncertainty, landing on her knees in what would've normally appeared to be an ultimate submission posture before Breeze. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice thickening with guilt. That shouldn't be my answer. They don't deserve that to be my answer. She abruptly leaned forward and rammed her face into the dirt. Pain streaked up into her muzzle like a lightning bolt stolen and cultivated by the earth. When she got to her paws, a few teeth were carried out of her mouth by a tide of cascading blood. "I DON'T KNOW!!!" She threw her muzzle back even harder, letting her voice carry to every ear that was able to hear. "BUT WE MUST GO!
WE GO OR WE DIE!"
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Cave shivered in a terrified excitement that she wasn't used to feeling. Breeze was right. They needed to get out of here and back to camp. She didn't have nearly enough herbs on paw to even begin treating the innumerable wounded, and she knew it. They all knew it.

She trotted up to Breeze, an anxious desire to move overpowering any patience she had left. "I'll go back. I'll cross the river and get to camp, and get a bunch of whatever you need to help us all get across," she whimpered, hew light-boned paws dancing in place.
 
PeepersMama said:
Cave shivered in a terrified excitement that she wasn't used to feeling. Breeze was right. They needed to get out of here and back to camp. She didn't have nearly enough herbs on paw to even begin treating the innumerable wounded, and she knew it. They all knew it.

She trotted up to Breeze, an anxious desire to move overpowering any patience she had left. "I'll go back. I'll cross the river and get to camp, and get a bunch of whatever you need to help us all get across," she whimpered, hew light-boned paws dancing in place.
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Breeze turned wild eyes on the young dog, eager to please, and yet naive in outward reasoning. "If there were some sort of magic herb that could get dying dogs across a river," she whispered hoarsely, lowering her voice and her head. "I'd have brought it to start with." Her ears pinned flat against her skull as she admitted aloud for the first time what she'd been silently brooding for hours. "We're going to lose a lot of them on the way across. But we have no choice."
 

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