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*Gives you laxative*STAHP THIS IS THE CHAT THREAD
ITS NOT RIGHT
*screams*
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*Gives you laxative*STAHP THIS IS THE CHAT THREAD
ITS NOT RIGHT
*screams*
What is wrong with me O________________________OWait wut
No it isn't XD
*throws laxative in your face**Gives you laxative*
Birch stumbled up to the Shedog, Crimson droplets of thick blood streaming down her side."And how exactilly are you going to get us all back to camp?"the white she-dog croaked, her eyes glazed in pain and confusion.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!"
Breeze's shoulders shuddered with obvious guilt as she drew herself up to face Birch and give her an air of confidence, no matter how false. "We're going to need as much assistance as we can get," she affirmed quietly, her blue eyes visibly swirling. Her elongated head slowly turned to where a white wolf stood near by, what was left of Ash draped lifelessly across his back. "And in times like these, we're going to have to forget where our blood lies."Birch stumbled up to the Shedog, Crimson droplets of thick blood streaming down her side."And how exactilly are you going to get us all back to camp?"the white she-dog croaked, her eyes glazed in pain and confusion.
Birch narrowed her eyes, And they flared up like flames, Her nostrils flaring with the strength the had left."I will not let a half blooded mut-"She stopped, the light dying in her eyes."It doesn't matter anyway, Does it?I'm a Halfblood, Ash is a Halfblood, It doesn't matter who helps who."Her voice trickled from her jaws like water, quietly."I'm a Hated Halfblood,"Her voice dropped, and she shook her head, lifting it to look at the Shedog."Will Ash....Be.....?She isn't....?She can't....."Breeze's shoulders shuddered with obvious guilt as she drew herself up to face Birch and give her an air of confidence, no matter how false. "We're going to need as much assistance as we can get," she affirmed quietly, her blue eyes visibly swirling. Her elongated head slowly turned to where a white wolf stood near by, what was left of Ash draped lifelessly across his back. "And in times like these, we're going to have to forget where our blood lies."
"Alpha." Breeze suddenly let her head fall and stance relax, hoping to come off as anything besides assertive. "I mean no disrespect... but relations have never matter less than they do now." Breeze looked at Ash for a split heartbeat, her eyes trained to the bloody fur that adorned the wolf's white pelt with a horrible cape long enough to simply please Birch. "She will be if I can't get her back," Breeze woofed softly. "They all will."Birch narrowed her eyes, And they flared up like flames, Her nostrils flaring with the strength the had left."I will not let a half blooded mut-"She stopped, the light dying in her eyes."It doesn't matter anyway, Does it?I'm a Halfblood, Ash is a Halfblood, It doesn't matter who helps who."Her voice trickled from her jaws like water, quietly."I'm a Hated Halfblood,"Her voice dropped, and she shook her head, lifting it to look at the Shedog."Will Ash....Be.....?She isn't....?She can't....."
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Flame bounded up to her half-sister and Breeze."Look, Birch.I know you most likely hate me but.....I can help, We don't have herbs, but I can help carry dogs across the river."
Birch froze, her heart stopping for a moment.She let out a snarl."Then get her back!"Her eyes flared."She cannot die, Do you hear me?She cannot!"Birch threw her head back, Her remaining strength draining from her body as she crumbled to her ground, staring up at Breeze."She.....Cannot.....Die........""Alpha." Breeze suddenly let her head fall and stance relax, hoping to come off as anything besides assertive. "I mean no disrespect... but relations have never matter less than they do now." Breeze looked at Ash for a split heartbeat, her eyes trained to the bloody fur that adorned the wolf's white pelt with a horrible cape long enough to simply please Birch. "She will be if I can't get her back," Breeze woofed softly. "They all will."
How dare you summon me. How dare you. This is an outrage. I can't believe you would do this to me, Sarah. I thought you were my friend.