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

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AHAM
is our bread during drought.
Our water during famine.
Our tissues during rage.
Our guns during tears.
Our dove during hatred.
Our war during peace.
Our candy during sickness.
Our medication during health.
Our extravagance during poverty.
Our frugality during wealth.
That doesn't answer my question.
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(@HeavensHens88)
"If a Rip Packer is helping you-" a strong grey and black he-dog was limping toward them and stopped face to face with Breeze "I can too." Shade said straightening to his full height. He himself had long rips on his back, and part of his cheek was ripped off. He looked at Moth "You should be back at camp." he teased. He turned his head to the line of dying dogs "I`ll check them over while you gather other dogs to get them across the River, and then I`ll help you with that." Shade said. He began to pad over to Storm.
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Pain shot across her body. Storm had lost too much blood. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her breathing became labored, her body shook which turned to convulsing. No herb could help her now, no dog. Her seizures got worse, then suddenly she fell limp, the pain left.
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Shade dipped his head in the direction of Storm`s corpse in respect "I`m sorry." He murmured
 
Birch snarled at Briar, backing off."Touch me and I kill you!"Her voice rang out, but it was a feeble and false threat.The white she-dog had just barely managed to get to her paws, her eyes glazing in pain, Her legs trembling.Her bloodstained pelt shone in the moonlight as she stumbled over to her sister.The gray she-dogs breathing was labored and raspy."We have to get her to camp....!Now...!!!"The Shedog let out a snarl of frustration as Hollyshadow appeared at her side."Let me help you."The young she-yote begged.Birch let out another snarl, pain shooting up her side."I will not take any help from a half blooded mutt like you."She growled.
 
Birch snarled at Briar, backing off."Touch me and I kill you!"Her voice rang out, but it was a feeble and false threat.The white she-dog had just barely managed to get to her paws, her eyes glazing in pain, Her legs trembling.Her bloodstained pelt shone in the moonlight as she stumbled over to her sister.The gray she-dogs breathing was labored and raspy."We have to get her to camp....!Now...!!!"The Shedog let out a snarl of frustration as Hollyshadow appeared at her side."Let me help you."The young she-yote begged.Birch let out another snarl, pain shooting up her side."I will not take any help from a half blooded mutt like you."She growled.
Briar stared in pure confusion.
 
Let me see, what charries do I still have....
Wow this is hard.


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Raksha stood beside Rocket, still tense from the previous battle-rush. She watched as the three remaining packs slowly began to fall into their own corners, preparing their wounded for the trek back to their own territories. Her eyes widened momentarily as a black-furred coyote collapsed near the pile of bodies, then narrowed in concern as a rather small pup crouched in terror, staring at his bloody pelt. She nosed Rocket, then motioned to the pup. "You know that kid?" She asked.
"Yeah," Rocket yipped, looking over at Calamitypup. "Wait a second... is that Re-, er, Beta?" she barked in disbelief. She approached the lump of black fur, pawing his flank. "Beta? You alive?"
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.

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."

Breeze stared down at her Alpha as the picture of utter hopelessness was painted before her eyes.
Their last remaining leader had panicked and collapsed. What image did that give the remaining conscious dogs?
Breeze nimbly leapt over her Alpha's shuddering form, and began barking a rapid fire of fiercely dominant demands. "Whoever's able to stand on there own, find someone who isn't and support them. Team up by two to carry completely out dogs. Do the same once we're in the river." She turned away to tend to Birch before even more apprehension could be kindled, then suddenly snapped her head back to the stupified crowd of physical dissent. "Whatever you do, don't stop."

Breeze flagged her feathered tail, barely able to keep it from crossing the line into a defensive arch. Yes, she'd asked for help, but she wasn't about to get used to the idea of coyotes being their momentary allies. "Procyon, yes," she muttered, placing her muzzle on his shoulder then Moth's in turn as the customary sign of peaceful gratitude. "Look." She nodded over to where Birch lay in a pool of visible misery. "I know it may sound contradictory, but being around other species could be the best thing for her right now." She cracked an awkward half smile as she realized what an intense and seeming irrelevant thing she'd shared with these completely random former hostiles. "Anyhow, do you think both of you could get her across?"
(River)

Riverfire glanced at the Canyon and Rip Packers suspiciously. He turned away, attempting to haul an unconscious dog onto his back. "A little help?" he growled to the nearest canine.
 
Stormcloud watched the River packers from the relative safety of a large bush. They obviously needed all the help they could get. But would they accept the help of a young loner from a faraway pack? He pawed the ground in frustration and indecision.
 

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