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

[HeavensHens88]

(Canyon Pack)
Hearing Stream's summons, Dotpup shyly approached Shadow and Duskypup.
The muscular she-dog seemed so tired that the little cripple hesitated to shatter Shadow's lucid silence. She probably needed this reflective pause more than Dotpup would ever comprehend.
Over the past couple of days, their new packmates had obtrusively gone out of their way to avoid them, terse silence falling over the camp whenever Shadow or her daughter entered it.
Shadow seemed more than content to oblige the dogs their distance, but even Dotpup knew that the pack had to stop excluding the newcomers sooner or later.
Perhaps Stream was about to wreck this detrimental segregation with some sort of legal proclamation of official inauguration. These two didn't give off a single notion that they'd ever renege on the abolition of their Rip Pack loyalties, despite the secrecy they'd maintained around their relocation.
Not one Canyon Packer had a clue why they'd really left their home pack, and no one had yet dared to approach Shadow with the burning question that simmered on the tip of everyone's tongue. Stream herself hadn't even asked; then again, their contemplative leader always knew much more than what was let on. Perhaps if it was publically exposed that Shadow's own mate had been the unnegotiable push factor....
Duskypup looked up as the smaller pup limped up to them, but her mother remained fixated on the woods beyond as though the trees had come alive.
"Shadow? Alpha's called a pack meeting...you might want to attend..."

(@PeepersMama)

 

[RiverStorm]

(Canyon Pack)
An afternoon sun lingered high, hesitant to meet its daily demise by its eternal antagonist, the subordinate horizon line. Shadows lay dormant, still furled away beneath the curves of the undergrowth.
Stream's proud head lolled low between her shoulders. Though her shoulders folded evenly as she made her way through the painfully quiet camp, there was a noticeable hesitation in, as if there were a fly encapsulated within her skin and she couldn't free it. If one was to keep their eyes trained to her upper body alone, she was nearly flawless; a vessel of grace not at all corrupted by the power it commanded.
It was her hindquaters that were tainted, their balance lost to the brutality of war. Her hind paw was shattered. Even days later she was struggling to get up after every period of rest. Misty had reiterated that she'd heal, that'd she be loping with the ease of a rabbit before she knew it.
But Stream was no blind stranger to the furrow of doubt distinctly written across the snout of those who'd lost hope, and there was no mistaking that same look wormed across the collected healer's face.

But Stream's overworked jaw was set hard in determination. If this were to be her walk of shame, her march of finality, then she wouldn't let it be anything short of glorious.

She reached the Leaders' Hill and paused. Her head came up and floated free from its depressive slump for a heartbeat. She let her eyes roam; permitted the iron walls immaculately constructed outside of her heart to crumble.
Scorch looked up from where he lay outside of the hunters' den, called to instinctual attention by a profound bond forged between those of a superior love. Her heart flipped a few times, still giddy with the crush that had ignited back when they were both reckless young dogs. (@Feather Hearts ) Oh, how much she shared with him, but not even he had been informed of this decision.
The corners of her muzzle crinkled as a hypocritical longing overcame her: that he'd somehow have read her internal plans and knew her mind before she verbally released it.
But that was foolish, puplike fantasizing.
And she'd indulged herself in far too much of that already.

With a weighty sigh, Stream turned back toward the mound of towering sand. She moved her paw toward the first distinct groove, worn true by countless generations of this pack's greatest dignitaries.
I wonder if any of them ever had to bring their pack though a darkness like this.
Dismissing the pain as though it were optional, Stream flung herself forward and landed squarely atop the sandy mound. Grains flew as she scrambled for a stable grip, but she was happily content with the idea of an almost flawless landing despite it all.
She pivoted away from the rolling coves of willows and turned back toward camp, where heads were already popping alert. She sucked in a huge breath, willing herself the strength of those gone before through their remaining pawmarks, and let a mask of peaceful supremacy set somewhat.
"Canyon Pack."
Her smile quivered and collapsed back into her muzzle as they neared. Undercurrents of tension like this just weren't compatible with faux positivity.
She certainly wasn't trying to hide her emotional frailty now.
"To me, dogs. To me."
To address the broken, one had to be equally broken.

Redfern was stalking up to Lily, about to ask if he could help, when Stream's voice carried to him, calling the pack to her. He turned, walking tentatively over.
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Lickpup scrambled forward, staying back a ways though.
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Iron stood up, limping towards his beta.
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Dust's ears pricked, dropping a clump of herbs in the medicine den. He cast a glance around, so many wounded dogs needed attention, and the missing answered the question of how many had died, which added up to around half the pack.
He turned around, trotting quickly out of the den and to the gathering.
(Sorry, couldn't think of much to write)

 

[HoodedHuntress]

FIRST
I love your signature so much
SECOND
I have about 1/10th of an idea of what's going on rn heh
@HeavensHens88 what exactly is going on, bless your patience with my blonde brain

Thank you, it's a reference from Lies and Deceit, one of my favorite RPs. Literally A Shipping Company. And same here XD

 

[HeavensHens88]

(@HeavensHens88)

Birch slowly rose, every muscle protesting. Her legs seemed to scream, aching with every move. She opened her eyes, and the same emotion's washed over her. Pain. Grief. Ash still lay at her paws, broken and bloody."Ash?"She whimpered softly, hardly daring to speak.

(River Pack)
Something was calling her. She could no longer deny it; pathetically putting return off was no longer an option. The subconscious necessity to return had been gradually intensifying, and the only way to come down from this convicting climax was to leave this place of euphoric denial.
Maybe it wouldn't be so hard; perchance the anticipated pain had left.
Perhaps waking life could be better now.
Ash blinked away limbo's shroud of protection. Dizzying hazes swirled across her disused eyes, expanding to consume the light they lusted after. She couldn't exactly recall what was supposed to hurt, but she knew for certain that the dull aches slowly reclaiming their various rightful positions wouldn't stay gentle for long.
With a weak smile, she leaned up and licked Birch's tearstained cheek. Oh, how she must have suffered while Ash had been holing up in darkness' cavity. "It's okay now."

 

[RiverStorm]

(River Pack)
Something was calling her. She could no longer deny it; pathetically putting return off was no longer an option. The subconscious necessity to return had been gradually intensifying, and the only way to come down from this convicting climax was to leave this place of euphoric denial.
Maybe it wouldn't be so hard; perchance the anticipated pain had left.
Perhaps waking life could be better now.
Ash blinked away limbo's shroud of protection. Dizzying hazes swirled across her disused eyes, expanding to consume the light they lusted after. She couldn't exactly recall what was supposed to hurt, but she knew for certain that the dull aches slowly reclaiming their various rightful positions wouldn't stay gentle for long.
With a weak smile, she leaned up and licked Birch's tearstained cheek. Oh, how she must have suffered while Ash had been holing up in darkness' cavity. "It's okay now."

Bluepup's eyes widened and his tail tapped the ground as his packtor's eyes opened. "You're awake!" He squeaked rather pup-ishly.

 

[PeepersMama]

(Canyon Pack)
Hearing Stream's summons, Dotpup shyly approached Shadow and Duskypup.
The muscular she-dog seemed so tired that the little cripple hesitated to shatter Shadow's lucid silence. She probably needed this reflective pause more than Dotpup would ever comprehend.
Over the past couple of days, their new packmates had obtrusively gone out of their way to avoid them, terse silence falling over the camp whenever Shadow or her daughter entered it.
Shadow seemed more than content to oblige the dogs their distance, but even Dotpup knew that the pack had to stop excluding the newcomers sooner or later.
Perhaps Stream was about to wreck this detrimental segregation with some sort of legal proclamation of official inauguration. These two didn't give off a single notion that they'd ever renege on the abolition of their Rip Pack loyalties, despite the secrecy they'd maintained around their relocation.
Not one Canyon Packer had a clue why they'd really left their home pack, and no one had yet dared to approach Shadow with the burning question that simmered on the tip of everyone's tongue. Stream herself hadn't even asked; then again, their contemplative leader always knew much more than what was let on. Perhaps if it was publically exposed that Shadow's own mate had been the unnegotiable push factor....
Duskypup looked up as the smaller pup limped up to them, but her mother remained fixated on the woods beyond as though the trees had come alive.
"Shadow? Alpha's called a pack meeting...you might want to attend..."

(@PeepersMama)

Shadow blinked, pulling herself back to awareness. She gave her head a gentle shake - every shadow in those trees looked like Reed. The evergreen boughs were his tail, the rustling of leaves were his pawsteps dashing from one hiding place to another, the shiny pebbles in the river were his eyes, glaring at her, full of betrayal.
She wondered how he was coping with the new role of Alpha. The thought that Owl would most likely be the next Beta made her lip twitch.

"Mom..." Duskypup whispered.

She glanced down at her daughter, eyes dark and laced with worry.

"Mom, you gotta stop doing that. ImI tired of being the eyes and ears for both of us." Now there was a hint of irritation in her voice, though it never reached her eyes.

Shadow looked up at Dotpup, standing awkwardly a couple steps away. There was something about a meeting Shadow had heard, but she couldn't remember. The fog that had settled over her mind was starting to annoy her.

Duskypup spoke for them both. "We're coming, Dotpup," she said, giving a meaningful glance at her mother.

Shadow nodded and stood to her feet, hiding the way her paws still ached as she followed Dotpup into camp.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Bluepup's eyes widened and his tail tapped the ground as his packtor's eyes opened. "You're awake!" He squeaked rather pup-ishly.

Ash winced as she rolled her front paw out from beneath her stiffened mane, bloodless and all feeling deadened. Next was to move her left shoulder out of its awkward slump beneath her chest. An sole-surviving nerve put up a ruckus, but otherwise it was pretty easy to right. If her limbs hadn't folded incorrectly on their veins the way they had, she'd be experiencing so much pain right now. Never thought I'd be grateful for all my whole body to have fallen asleep.
"Yeah, I am," she murmured carefully, testing out her voice. Her words were cautious feathers dusting away the grime that'd settled in her derelict throat.
As she turned to face him, blotches of color pulsed behind her eyes and set the bad taste of nausea in her mouth. Her vision cleared to reveal the battered little male that adored his teacher standing near with wide eyes of relief. "How long was I out?"

 

[RiverStorm]

Ash winced as she rolled her front paw out from beneath her stiffened mane, bloodless and all feeling deadened. Next was to move her left shoulder out of its awkward slump beneath her chest. An sole-surviving nerve put up a ruckus, but otherwise it was pretty easy to right. If her limbs hadn't folded incorrectly on their veins the way they had, she'd be experiencing so much pain right now. Never thought I'd be grateful for all my whole body to have fallen asleep.
"Yeah, I am," she murmured carefully, testing out her voice. Her words were cautious feathers dusting away the grime that'd settled in her derelict throat.
As she turned to face him, blotches of color pulsed behind her eyes and set the bad taste of nausea in her mouth. Her vision cleared to reveal the battered little male that adored his teacher standing near with wide eyes of relief. "How long was I out?"

(How many days since the battle has it been? Two? Sorry.)

 

[HeavensHens88]

(How many days since the battle has it been? Two? Sorry.)

(Pup idk. Let's make it a weekish, 4-5, whatever; that way, no one's still outwardly screaming or anything.)

 

[RiverStorm]

Ash winced as she rolled her front paw out from beneath her stiffened mane, bloodless and all feeling deadened. Next was to move her left shoulder out of its awkward slump beneath her chest. An sole-surviving nerve put up a ruckus, but otherwise it was pretty easy to right. If her limbs hadn't folded incorrectly on their veins the way they had, she'd be experiencing so much pain right now. Never thought I'd be grateful for all my whole body to have fallen asleep.
"Yeah, I am," she murmured carefully, testing out her voice. Her words were cautious feathers dusting away the grime that'd settled in her derelict throat.
As she turned to face him, blotches of color pulsed behind her eyes and set the bad taste of nausea in her mouth. Her vision cleared to reveal the battered little male that adored his teacher standing near with wide eyes of relief. "How long was I out?"

Bluepup's mind swirled with relief, taking a few moments to process what she had said. "Five days." He yipped quietly, realizing to contain his excitement, especially in-front of Alpha- Birch, she already hated him, no need to let her annoyance grow. "Should I go get Breeze? She wanted to know when you wake."

(Pup idk. Let's make it a weekish; that way, no one's still outwardly screaming or anything.)

(K. Wait, that means one week until Stream has her pups?)