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

[LavvyTaffy]

Breeze's tongue lolled in relief as a rapidly disseminating current of scent flung at her face announced the arrival of the larger male lupus who muscled a useful hunk of considerate brawn when compared to the two slender she-dogs. "Thank Procyon, Burnscar," she yelped gratefully. As he caught up to then, she tucked her head into her chest to continue forward without being encumbered with an additional mass for the wind to push back on. "No, but the more eyes the better."

Squrrielflight got to her paw's."Come on, The faster we get down river the better!"

"I hope we find her soon, this storms getting pretty bad...", Burnscar growled as if he was commanding the clouds to roll away. Mud continued to splatter with each pawstep of his, sometimes slipping.

 

[HoodedHuntress]

Opal felt his muscles tense, and instantly her body retracted her caress, assuming he didn't enjoy her affection at that moment. She rested her head on her paws in a state of inexorable gloom, looking blankly at the dirt walls that held their home. She glanced at the grass beneath her, then to the nest she had made for Jasper.
It was horrible. What normally had been a spotless coat of beautiful fur was mangled, bloodied. Blood of someone. Maybe thousands of canines had unwillingly donated to the canvas that reeked death and misery. She didn't hear his question, her eyes closed in shame and regret and...misery. The shame that burned within her kept reminding her that she had left her mate to die. In a war. Alone. While she was isolated and safe in a small den.
She had imagined time alone with Jasper, his focus on her and her loving gaze on him. But this pointless war had destroyed any hope she had left of that vision, and it would not come back anytime soon, she foresaw. She muttered pointlessly "What was the point of the war?"

(@HeavensHens88 )

 

[RiverStorm]

Yeah, in some places. It's about as wrong as Mikey is half the time. -___-


Shadow only heard half of what her new captor said, she was so lost in thought. The last phrase broke through the ice that had formed on top of her conscious thought. "Okay," she whispered.
To her own surprise, saying that lifted a small weight off her head. The sweet relief of submission, no matter how brief it would be, calmed her more than she expected.
~
Duskypup stared at her mother in shock, her mouth gaping. "Mom!" she snapped, jumping up and nipping at her face as she walked forward. "Come- on!" she growled as she struggled to turn Shadow back into the shelter of the bush.
Seeing her mother- the warrior who had fought her battles for her before she could even see - submiss to this male so quickly... It sickened her. It ignited an anger that she wasn't used to feeling. She, for once, seemed to hold the most brains of them both; so she settled into a sulking prowl by her mother's flank, head low, hackles raised, eyes watching for any sign of an attack. She found herself jumping towards whatever caused a bush to crackle instead of away from it, while Shadow paced quietly behind Dust; it reminded Duskypup of the horses that no-tails rode. Obediently and complacently following the lesser being around, answering to the slightest tug of the thin rope that kept them from running.
For a second she wondered how Brindlepup would react to seeing their mother acting like this..... But she quickly shoved the thought away.

Dotpup silently trod in Dust's wake, lost in her own ruined world. She was returning home- but was it really home now? Everywhere she'd look, there'd be no Riptide. Even here, in the overgrown outskirts of the territory, the painful reminders of his absence abounded. Everywhere there'd been a lesson learned or a balmy day played away, now the clinging memories were the silently sickening peals of a now-frequented death serenade that soon would be audibly sung across all four territories. She didn't even want to- no, couldn't imagine what returning to camp would be like. The relationship she shared with her father had reached an eternal stage of dreadful hide-and-seek...but he'd never be found again.
As Duskypup jolted to alertness beside her, Dotpup felt a need to somehow placate her, even though the reasoning for her covered irritation was obvious. "At least it's not Storm Pack," she mumbled lamely, before she let herself register just how useless and even potentially angering that statement was.

Duskypup snorted in mild amusement. "True that," she murmured, surprised that her sense of humor wasn't dead.
~
Shadow watched the two pups interact, smiling vaugly at Dotpup's comment. She observed the obvious tension in Duskypup's shoulders, the intensity in her gaze, but didn't realize what had triggered this reaction in her usually quiet-spirited pup. Her deep brown eyes looked up past Dust, waiting for them to turn a corner and be surrounded by her enemies. Her low-held head gave her dark colored eyes a haunted, intimidating look as she looked upward at Dust's ears.
Randomly, he wondered how the wolf-dog who she had choked out would react to seeing her. Coal, if she had remembered correctly. The thought made her shudder. If she had been younger, she simply would have killed her then and there, instead of doing her such a merciful act.

*akwardly ends post*

Dust glanced back at them then snapped his head back to where he was walking They might try to kill this Shadow but.... would they kill a pup? His heart sank, perhaps this was not his best idea Great move Dust, you forsaken no-tail pet runaway. You could have just killed a mother-dog AND her pup. Idiot. "We`er almost there." He said, but his voice came out as a broken raspy sound. And now my voice won`t work. Great. That`s just great. First we march off to war, half the pack dies, the other half becomes murderers and now this. Just then they rounded a corner and found them selves standing in the middle of a wounded Canyon pack camp. He cleared his throat "Dogs of canyon pack, here is Dotpup." He said strongly, and much to his relief it didn`t come out as a rasp. He hesitated before continuing "And this is the she-dog and she-pup who betrayed their pack who wished to do Dotpup harm," He paused "These two saved her."

 

[HeavensHens88]

(BRB.)

 

[LavvyTaffy]

(BRB.)

(*taps paw*)

 

[HeavensHens88]

Dust glanced back at them then snapped his head back to where he was walking They might try to kill this Shadow but.... would they kill a pup? His heart sank, perhaps this was not his best idea Great move Dust, you forsaken no-tail pet runaway. You could have just killed a mother-dog AND her pup. Idiot. "We`er almost there." He said, but his voice came out as a broken raspy sound. And now my voice won`t work. Great. That`s just great. First we march off to war, half the pack dies, the other half becomes murderers and now this. Just then they rounded a corner and found them selves standing in the middle of a wounded Canyon pack camp. He cleared his throat "Dogs of canyon pack, here is Dotpup." He said strongly, and much to his relief it didn`t come out as a rasp. He hesitated before continuing "And this is the she-dog and she-pup who betrayed their pack who wished to do Dotpup harm," He paused "These two saved her."

Dotpup puffed out her chest and did he best to look stable as her tattered pack laid emotionless eyes upon her and her unlikely allies. I'm not afraid of them, see? They may be coyotes, but look. There's no reason these individuals deserve your hostility, she silently pleaded, fiercely willing her dog allies to read the statement of alliance written oh so clearly across her set muzzle. Though her friends and family were right there before, she made no move to advance forward from Shadow's side and bury herself in their supposed protection.
Dotpup nearly gagged aloud at that thought. Canyon Pack's so-called protection was exactly what had gotten her pupnapped and her father killed.
That's when she raised her eyes to exchange a meaningful glance at the packmate closest to her. Instead of finding the relieved welcome she expected, his gaze was clearly guarded and as soon as he caught her looking, he turned away. Frowning in confusion, Dotpup turned her soundless greeting to the next dog.
She got the same response.
Along the entire row of bleeding and worn dogs, it was all the same obvious aversion. Moth, her wise and courageous unofficiated mentor, even went so far to turn her head completely away.
Dotpup shrank back, stung as if she'd clasped a bee between her paws. The motive behind their chilly fronts was perfectly clear.
They blame me.
Dotpup scrabbled backward as Stream herself pinned her darkened glare onto Dotpup's searching visage. There was bland, hopeless grief there, as well as crackling blame that sought out to jail anyone but herself. The condemnation left unspoken by the rest of them vociferously sang there, in her Alpha's shroud of letdown, all Dotpup needed to hear
They blame me for their losses.
They blame me for the war.~

 

[RiverStorm]

(@HeavensHens88 )
He had to find her.
That was all he could think about.
Before Dark could say anything Night had jumped to his paws, and only a black flash could be made out as he jumped into the river once more. His strong wolf legs paddled as fast as they could. He took no heed of the waves crashing over his head, nor the pounding rain.
He had to find her.
He had to find his mother-wolf.
He heard howling dogs racing to find Windsong, but he didn`t care. Yes, he hoped they found the she-dog, she was rather nice to him and the pups, one of the few dogs who didn`t care about his wolf blood, but he wanted- needed to find his blood mother now. He knew her scent, black eyes and white pelt, and that was all he needed. No one else in the packs shone like her.
A powerful wave of water washed over his body and he was sent under water. His mind caught the memory of him just minutes before about to drown himself, and him seeing Clawpup`s face. He remembered Breeze`s words to him "You did what you had to do Night. With him alive he would have destroyed everything he had once cared for. Your family has something it has never had before now- peace." Family. Even though he was in probably the worst time for the packs, he had something new, family, even if he had lost both his sister and brother in one fight. He realized he was still under-water and that he needed air. He swam up, his head breaking the surface and he sucked in a lung full of air. He began to swim again and found himself on shore in a heartbeat.
He took off at a run and quickly found himself approaching where some Storm packers were. He slid into some bushes and caught sight of a beautiful white pelt. It was her. Snow of Storm pack. And she was standing away from the others so he could revile himself.
He walked out of the shadows "Snow of Storm pack. I am Night, of River pack, who battled you earlier. I believe we have met before this day."

 

[RiverStorm]

Dotpup puffed out her chest and did he best to look stable as her tattered pack laid emotionless eyes upon her and her unlikely allies. I'm not afraid of them, see? They may be coyotes, but look. There's no reason these individuals deserve your hostility, she silently pleaded, fiercely willing her dog allies to read the statement of alliance written oh so clearly across her set muzzle. Though her friends and family were right there before, she made no move to advance forward from Shadow's side and bury herself in their supposed protection.
Dotpup nearly gagged aloud at that thought. Canyon Pack's so-called protection was exactly what had gotten her pupnapped and her father killed.
That's when she raised her eyes to exchange a meaningful glance at the packmate closest to her. Instead of finding the relieved welcome she expected, his gaze was clearly guarded and as soon as he caught her looking, he turned away. Frowning in confusion, Dotpup turned her soundless greeting to the next dog.
She got the same response.
Along the entire row of bleeding and worn dogs, it was all the same obvious aversion. Moth, her wise and courageous unofficiated mentor, even went so far to turn her head completely away.
Dotpup shrank back, stung as if she'd clasped a bee between her paws. The motive behind their chilly fronts was perfectly clear.
They blame me.
Dotpup scrabbled backward as Stream herself pinned her darkened glare onto Dotpup's searching visage. There was bland, hopeless grief there, as well as crackling blame that sought out to jail anyone but herself.
They blame me for their losses.
They blame me for the war.~

(Dust could be her male mentor...)
Dust nearly roared with anger. How dare THEY blame a PUP for a WAR. It was written on his entire body. He gently placed a paw on Dotpup`s shoulder "They are wrong, Dot. None of this is your fault. You didn`t know this would happen, neither did they." He whispered to her, giving his pack a deathly look. Anger coursed in his veins and he looked at each of them in turn, his eyes locked with Stream`s, then Moth`s. A sound of paws broke the silence and a pup came forward "I`m glad your okay Dotpup." Lickpup said her voice caring and loud enough for all the pack to hear, as if telling her pack how wrong she believed they were.

 

[vachick15]

(Sarah acknowledge that I have River dogs, so...)

Bluepup breathed.

(There, I contributed to the post count. )

 

[Amer]

(I love you discreetly remind me she's a coyote. XD)
~Hawk barreled down the pathway after her, not pausing to mull over the fact that the weather had just massively shifted. It's an indecisive as the canines it lands on. He pulled up short as he launched off over the incline, and skidded to a halt at the receeding shoreline. It was definitely inflamed; from where he stood, normally the water wouldn't be lapping vigorously at his paws. "Great," he groaned to no one in particular. "Next thing we need is a flood." He took off down the beach, throwing unlabeled orders around like bones. "Get her to camp already," Hawk snapped in regard to the fading Ash Winter was encumbered with as he sped by. "And for Procyon's sake, help the stragglers along." Not pausing to see if his presumptive commands were carried out, he continued his urgent gallop. Going by how he'd witnessed dogs retaliate to reality already tonight, Breeze was at more risk than her missing mother. If she's still alive.~

~Like a fish longing to escape the waters of turbulence, Breeze exploded from the frothing surf. She shot up onto shore, spraying sand everywhere as she leaned into her skid to ensue her wild pursuit of nothing. She barreled past Hawk blindly, paying him about as much regard as a dead tree. "WIIIIIIIIIIINDSONG." The incanine scream rattled across the dead debris discarded by the increasing waves. As she was forced to momentarily slow to catch her ragged breath, she reluctantly noticed her remaining weak packmates giving her dully worried yet empathetic looks of....something she recognized in the pit of her gut, something she had lavished upon the closest to canines that she had failed to...no. Not pity. She's not dead. They can't be grieving for me. No.
She flung herself forward, nearly snapping her resting neck in her need to rebuke reality. The tall female continuing racing against cruel concreteness until she clearly had crossed over the Storm Pack marker, but she had no care for lawful boundaries. Her chest was tight enough to restrict natural inhalation, and now it seemed as if even her panic was influencing her heart to throb erratically. She was right behind me. Right behind me. She's here. She has to be.~

(What pack was Windsong in again?)