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

[HeavensHens88]

Redfern looked over at him "We smell intruders, Rip packers. At least three of them. Streak, one of them is the one I saw kill Sunrise. I`ll never forget her scent."
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Dust trotted up to the three "Correction, One may have killed Sunrise, but one of them- from the scent- seems smells of Canyon pack."

Stream dragged herself over upon noticing the commotion near the perimeter of the camp. As she limped, she couldn't help feeling the reoccurring rush of gratitude that she loathed her pain for blotting out. Their territory had been completely untouched by the war, while their neighbors' home was, in many places, completely beyond recognition. The fighting could've easily filtered onto Canyon land.
But it hadn't.
Oh, thank Sirius that it hadn't.
She heaved herself up into the best she could at assuming a domineering position as she approached the three dogs arguing in vociferous undertones. "Redfern. Dust. Streak," she barked, her tail slowly rising into a stiffening flag. The grimace of pain reclaimed her set frown and she had to turn away to veil the unmitigated weakness. "What is it?"

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Redfern looked over at him "We smell intruders, Rip packers. At least three of them. Streak, one of them is the one I saw kill Sunrise. I`ll never forget her scent."
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Dust trotted up to the three "Correction, One may have killed Sunrise, but one of them- from the scent- seems to smell of Canyon pack."

In response to Redfern, Streak snorted. "Many canines have killed, what is special about this one? I very highly doubt that this is a raiding party." He turned to face Dust. "Really? A Canyon Packer?" He cocked his head, "Can you recognize their scent?"

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Stream dragged herself over upon noticing the commotion near the perimeter of the camp. As she limped, she couldn't help feeling the reoccurring rush of gratitude that she loathed her pain for blotting out. Their territory had been completely untouched by the war, while their neighbors' home was, in many places, completely beyond recognition. The fighting could've easily filtered onto Canyon land.
But it hadn't.
Oh, thank Sirius that it hadn't.
She heaved herself up into the best she could at assuming a domineering position as she approached the three dogs arguing in vociferous undertones. "Redfern. Dust. Streak," she barked, her tail slowly rising into a stiffening flag. The grimace of pain reclaimed her set frown and she had to turn away to veil the unmitigated weakness. "What is it?"

"These two say they have scented intruders. A couple Rip Packers and... Maybe a Canyon Packer." Streak barked.

 

[HeavensHens88]

"These two say they have scented intruders. A couple Rip Packers and... Maybe a Canyon Packer." Streak barked.

Stream raised an ear, nothing more than mildly concerned. "Well, then," she replied briskly. Something remnant of an amused twitch attacked the raised ear. "Go welcome them."

 

[RiverStorm]

Stream dragged herself over upon noticing the commotion near the perimeter of the camp. As she limped, she couldn't help feeling the reoccurring rush of gratitude that she loathed her pain for blotting out. Their territory had been completely untouched by the war, while their neighbors' home was, in many places, completely beyond recognition. The fighting could've easily filtered onto Canyon land.
But it hadn't.
Oh, thank Sirius that it hadn't.
She heaved herself up into the best she could at assuming a domineering position as she approached the three dogs arguing in vociferous undertones. "Redfern. Dust. Streak," she barked, her tail slowly rising into a stiffening flag. The grimace of pain reclaimed her set frown and she had to turn away to veil the unmitigated weakness. "What is it?"

In response to Redfern, Streak snorted. "Many canines have killed, what is special about this one? I very highly doubt that this is a raiding party." He turned to face Dust. "Really? A Canyon Packer?" He cocked his head, "Can you recognize their scent?"

"These two say they have scented intruders. A couple Rip Packers and... Maybe a Canyon Packer." Streak barked.

Stream raised an ear, nothing more than mildly concerned. "Well, then," she replied briskly. Something remnant of an amused twitch attacked the raised ear. "Go welcome them."

Dust shifted uneasily, would these dogs believe him if he said what all he had scented? He had always trusted these dogs but could he trust them now? I have to tell them. They have a right to know. "Yes Streak I do. It`s Dotpup." he paused "There are three I think, all female. But- But the strange thing is it is a adult female, Dotpup, and a Rip packer pup I think."

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Forest sidled up alongside Squirrelflight as she gave herself to perfect vulnerability while searching for backup. "The really ironic thing is," she hissed into Squirrelflight's ear, "is that the closest thing to a pet here, my dear, is you." With that, she buried her teeth into the twitching ear and, using her shoulder musculature, threw Squirrelflight's head to the ground in a move so easily made lethal with one correct snap.








Tyler skirted through the boggy woodlands, his paws lifting high in a gate so even it was supernatural. His thick fur prickled with unease. He'd smelled dissent on the wind- the form of dissent only justified by innocent blood.
And today, that innocent blood was laced into everything that comprised these territories.
His stark blue eyes probed the slope before him as he came up on the highest wooded rise that bordered the far east corner of the renegade coyote pack. There were so many things out of place, and not just visually. By the scent of it, a border patrol hadn't come by here for nearly half a moon.
And there was that unnatural wailing. He perked a keen ear, his left paw rising along with it. It rose and fell like the most battered waves, drawing up smaller cries as it fell back to silence.
There were multiple canines in pain. Whether it was physical or emotional, even his ears, the ears that very well could be the most sensitive out of hundreds of canines, couldn't decipher.
He turned to race away, to return to the sheltering shadows that had welcomed him without mortal discrimination of his cowardice for moon after moon.
He paused.
He'd run away for so long. He'd skirted companionship, avoided responsibility, and claimed the prize of boundless solitude time and time again. He'd fled from his shaded past and therefore narrowly avoided a clear future every time he'd neared a pivotal turning point.
No dog could run forever.
Nor could a wolf.
Tyler tucked his forepaws up and flew down the slope in an urgent gallop.

Squrrielflight froze, Her body tensing as a pain shot through her head.She heard footstep's sounding behind her."Drop her, Or face me...."She could hear a familiar voice, death creeping into the very heart of the voice.

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Star drew back her lips in a snarl, Her green eyes flashing."Let her go." She growled.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Dust shifted uneasily, would these dogs believe him if he said what all he has scented? He had always trusted these dogs but could he trust them now? I have to tell them. They have a right to know. "Yes Streak I do. It`s Dotpup." he paused "There are three I think, all female. But- But the strange thing is it is a adult female, Dotpup, and a Rip packer pup I think."

Stream's eyes slanted as his last words caught up with her brain. "We never recovered Dotpup?" Her rising tone was laced with savage disbelief. "You mean to say....the whole reason we involved ourselves in the war is still in the paws of the enemy?!" She slowly backed away from the free, her head climbing to a far rise above her hunched shoulders. Her voice was coldly calm as she continued her rhetorical questioning of their incomplete retreat. "If that's true then, that we left the pup behind, then our Alpha died for nothing." Her pulled lips began to reveal a fiercely clenched jaw. "All of the others and my missing sister most likely died for a pup who's now an orphan and still outside our borders?!" Her flanks shook, filtering the enraged breaths as they quickened. "WHAT KIND OF IDIOTS ARE YOU?!" Her eyes flamed their way not only across their shocked faces, but scorched every muzzle in camp. "ALL OF YOU." None dared meet her eyes as the passed over like an airborne wildfire, igniting their fury on whatever face unlucky enough not to duck. But it wasn't the strength of her anger that shocked them so- it was the fact that Stream, their perpetually collected Beta, was in a rage, and a justifiable one at that.
Suddenly, she fell back into her own legs, something new and unexpected contorting her distressed mien. "What kind of idiot am I?" The sudden redirection of blame sang her that she was immediately contrite from her ill choice of chastisement. They all had lost so much. It was utterly wrong to suggest that she'd lost the most, and so prematurely, too. They'd only just left the battlefield- half of the wounded were still making their way back. No one would be able to fully plumb the amount of casualties for many restless days. To force more fault onto them....
Bouncing back from her dissociative stances, Stream recovered the best she could her assertive stability. "Where is the dog that insisted we retrieve this pup in the first place?" Her eyes narrowed as they searched the pack's diminished and even more so tattered ranks. "Where is Coal?"
She spun back to face Redfern and his wary comrades. "And you. Go get that pup. Now."

 

[HoodedHuntress]

(@HeavensHens88 )
Opal tended to Jasper's wounds attentively, wrapping whatever was necessary with cobwebs she had found in a nearby cave, only after applying ground herbs on the wounds.

 

[HeavensHens88]

(@HeavensHens88 )
Opal tended to Jasper's wounds attentively, wrapping whatever was necessary with cobwebs she had found in a nearby cave, only after applying ground herbs on the wounds.

Jasper sat listlessly as she attendened to his wounds, mollified from ranting only by his diminishing strength.
(I remember he was screaming about puny idiot dogs and stuff... XD)

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Jasper sat listlessly as she attendened to his wounds, mollified from ranting only by his diminishing strength.
(I remember he was screaming about puny idiot dogs and stuff... XD)

Once Opal was finished, she laid down beside him, attentive to any more of his needs. But she was worried, he had surely taken a beating. And while she had convinced him she hadn't lost any confidence in his protective abilities, she hadn't convinced herself. In fact, she was quite doubtful in herself as well. She gave no value to the pack because of her small stature. Filled with melancholy, she laid her head on her paws.