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

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PeepersMama said:
(Rip)

Manny sat at the entrance to camp, an early breeze twisting his fluffy pelt. He held his head high, scanning in all directions for enemy pack members who might have come back to avenge a fallen pack mate. He wondered briefly if Sherman would come back, continue their skirmish from yesterdayand give Manny something to spend the rest of his lingering adrenaline on. A smile twisted his lips; sometimes thoughts of Sherman were the only thing that kept him from going soft.

Boredom itching his paws, he decided to get up and inspect the bushes that marked the edge of their camp. A gaping hole had been broken in on the Canyon side, and the main entrance had grown from only a dog-width across to a space wide enough for three horses to walk through. He growled irritably under his breath. It couldn't be long before they moved again, not with this much damage.

Manny turned around as tbe branches outside the Alpha's den rustled. Rees limped out into the young dawn light, his face stoney and worn. Pity flared in his heart for the younger dog, even though he knew that Reed, of all creatures, didn't need, desire, or deserve things such as pity. Slowly, the bloody coyote made his way over to Manny.

"All's quiet?"

"Yes, Alpha. All the dead have been moved away from the dens, they'll be sorted based on what pack they're from when some of the other wake up."

"Good, good. Any of the younger dogs come back for more?"

"No, I can't smell or hear anything suspicious."

"Perfect." Reed's voice was soft and hoarse, his ears pinned to his head in pain. "I want Flame in charge today. Tell Owl I want her to take Brindlepup out hunting and evaluate her, see if she's ready for the Naming Journey. I'm going back to sleep til Sun High," he said, expression void of emotion.
"I'll see it gets done, Alpha," Manny barked.

And with that, the two parted ways, one to his duty, and the other to his den.
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(Rip)
Scar sauntered over to Manny, trying to hide a slight limp with her slow, relaxed manner. "What was that all about?" she queried, watching Reed retreat into his den with ears pricked.

Flufferes said:
*throws brick of reality at Storm Pork*

Eon crept up from behind a cluster of bramble huts, eyeing her destination. Without a second thought, or a glance to her side, she leaped up onto the reign rock to see the murmuring scattered pack, collecting her thoughts and adopting a business-like stance. "Everyone here, gather by the reign rock for an important announcement"
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(Storm)
Stripepup shot up, hearing voices outside the den. "C'mon, Batpup!" he yipped, nudging his blind sister's flank, "Beta's gonna say something!"

"Go away," Batpup mumbled, "can't you see I'm sleeping?" but she got up anyway, curiously following her hyperactive brother into the clearing.

HeavensHens88 said:
Obsidian's ears flattened against his skull. His eyes rolled with automatic submission more so to her rage rather than her tactless declaration, and he scrabbled out of the den in crazed desperation to get away.
Once he was free, his head dropped and hung. He felt eyes on him, but no one moved to offer him even a whisker's twitch of sympathy. They all had their own helpless grief to wallow in. Bitter frustration welled up in his throat like scorching bile, but as he realized he couldn't validate nor find a reason for it, he swallowed it back down. There was nothing anyone could do now- there was so much lost and the pack couldn't collectively numb others' pain when their own was so great.
His sister was gone.
His teeth ground together and he began plodding a pitiful circle. But she promised she'd be back.
For the first time, the placid mutt wanted to lash out at something, anything- somewhere else to heap this urge to blame. Even the sinfully bright and cheery sky suddenly seemed a perfect target for furious slaughter. The forest whirled around him in a maddening array of newborn golds and dying reds, inciting him to ruin all of the Procyon-forsaken false tranquility when everything was just so wrong.
And then it all became still, as though everything -the abstract feelings, the sky, the earth- had simultaneously collapsed and fallen as soundless snow.
Obsidian raised his head and let the exposing sun engulf his face. It was everywhere- embracing torn plants, kissing the washed dirt; nuzzling scars and flushing wounds; creeping into the yawning holes that turned intricate dens useless; but most noticeably making the emptiness beside some dogs so blatantly apparent. It was illuminating every loss into the new normal they'd all have to accept in order to survive.
Promises are made to be broken.
"Alright. Who's on dawn patrol?"
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(River)
Troutfin trotted up, "I'll come," he woofed, eager to get out of the camp. It smelled like blood and grief, and he was itching to run again.
 
RoostersAreAwesome said:
(Rip)
Scar sauntered over to Manny, trying to hide a slight limp with her slow, relaxed manner. "What was that all about?" she queried, watching Reed retreat into his den with ears pricked.


(Storm)
Stripepup shot up, hearing voices outside the den. "C'mon, Batpup!" he yipped, nudging his blind sister's flank, "Beta's gonna say something!"

"Go away," Batpup mumbled, "can't you see I'm sleeping?" but she got up anyway, curiously following her hyperactive brother into the clearing.


(River)
Troutfin trotted up, "I'll come," he woofed, eager to get out of the camp. It smelled like blood and grief, and he was itching to run again.
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Manny hardly spared Scar a glance, his gaze fixed on some small point on the distant horizon. "Alpha thinks Brindlepup is ready for the Naming Journey," he said simply, then seemed to snap out of the distant haze his mind was obviously in. "If you're up to it, you could probably take a small hunting patrol out to the far border, were going to need food soon."
 
RoostersAreAwesome said:
(Rip)
Scar sauntered over to Manny, trying to hide a slight limp with her slow, relaxed manner. "What was that all about?" she queried, watching Reed retreat into his den with ears pricked.


(Storm)
Stripepup shot up, hearing voices outside the den. "C'mon, Batpup!" he yipped, nudging his blind sister's flank, "Beta's gonna say something!"

"Go away," Batpup mumbled, "can't you see I'm sleeping?" but she got up anyway, curiously following her hyperactive brother into the clearing.


(River)
Troutfin trotted up, "I'll come," he woofed, eager to get out of the camp. It smelled like blood and grief, and he was itching to run again.
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Manny hardly spared Scar a glance, his gaze fixed on some small point on the distant horizon. "Alpha thinks Brindlepup is ready for the Naming Journey," he said simply, then seemed to snap out of the distant haze his mind was obviously in. "If you're up to it, you could probably take a small hunting patrol out to the far border, were going to need food soon."
 

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