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AMERAUCANAS4REAL said:
(What did I miss? :th)
"Snow!" Cried Cheese Grits, always making the best out of a situation. He was surprised to see that all of the dogs were either yelling at each other or glumly staring off into space. He stuck out his long doggy tongue and tried to catch some snowflakes careful not to run into any one. Suddenly he knew his place. He wandered over to one of the depressed pups. (Who is a depressed pup in Storm Pack?)
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(Life. :cool:)
 
PeepersMama said:
Raksha followed Rocket, wide-eyed, as she approached the mauled coyote. She turned her narrow snout towards the thin, terrified pup - Calamitypup, was it? She laid down beside her, unaware of the concerned look in her golden eyes. "Are you okay, pup?" She woofed gently, reaching out to nuzzle the shivering scrap of fur.

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Indistinct sounds swam in Reed's ears, gently luring his tired mind back to consciousness. His eyes flickered, and slowly he recognized the voice of Rocket. He moaned, and his eyes snapped open involuntarily, resulting in a sharp pulse of pain that seemed to echo through his skull. He gritted his teeth and pinned his ears, psyching his battle-rush body into the task of getting back up. "Procyon, let the fighting be over," he thought desperately. He opened his eyes and pulled his legs underneath him, then somehow managed to get to his feet. He stood, his legs splayed like a newborn fawn's as he struggled against the urge to lay back down. "I'm fine," he muttered, even though he knew he wasn't really 'fine' at all.
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"Fine? You look perfectly fine." Rocket replied wryly. She then realized her mistake. "Sorry, Beta. I-I mean..." she stuttered, her ears pinned back in submission.
HeavensHens88 said:
Calamitypup looked up at the slender black dog, looming over her with a distinct concern glazing over her eyes. She shied away instinctively, her already puckered muzzle pulling back into a weak snarl. "Get away from me," she hissed. Her hackles twitched, bringing out a front the clownish pup had never assumed once before in her lifetime. This strange dog was obviously enemy- her scent blared as foreign as metal to Calamitypup's nose, and her posture clearly stated that she was on edge in Rip Pack territory. As Raksha bent forward again, oblivious to the inner war of conciliation and hatred that Calamitypup was caught between the direct line of fire, the pup lashed out abruptly and fled backward after her claws had made their mark. "Get away, get AWAY!" She crouched low, uttering strange whistles and snorts untranslated yet in dogspeak. It was all painfully simple- really. The moment her mother's death had been officiated, Calamitypup had been assaulted and forever robbed of a single, but oh so vital piece of her mental makeup-
Trust.
She had been offered a lie, she'd descended upon it with a ravenous heart- but instead of flourishing, she'd been struck down and would forever suffer.
She'd never trust another being again.
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PeepersMama said:
(*HUGS POOR CALAMITYPUP* ;;;-;;; )

Raksha flinched and yanked her nose back. She lifted her head to where it would be out of reach if the pup attacked again, but she beyond her initial reflex, she didn't react. She slowly turned her gaze back to Rocket, one ear tilted in Calamitypup's general direction. Her face was a mask of indifference, but on the inside, her heart ached for the pup.
She wanted to pick her up and take her back to River pack, and raise her as her own. For some reason, her motherly instinct had taken a strong interest in the coyote; it was all she could do to pretend to ignore her, praying that the scrappy little pup would calm down enough that she could get closer to her.
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Rocket was startled by Calamitypup's sudden outbreak of aggression. "She usually isn't like this..." she whispered to Raksha, her eyes darting back to Reed.
 
ChickenCowboy02 said:
Shadowfoot turned his head to look at the dog laying dead on the clearing floor. He nodded grabbing the she-dog by her scruff and went to dispose of her.
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Ivypup shot a grateful snarl after him, then stalked over to where Eon was herding the living remnants of Storm Pack back to the shoreline. (LOOKIT THE EXTREMELY SUBTLE HINTS. LOOKY.) Not a drop of remorse trickled in any vein, and Ivypup was quite liking it. By closing her heart, she'd opened a whole new door to a freedom she'd never even comprehend previously, let alone experienced. For once in her young lifetime, she wasn't looking over her shoulder to be sure Bramble wasn't being yet again berated by Dark Storm for failing some insignificant task and requiring an innocent intervention.
Dark Storm.
Pfft. He'd allowed himself to be brought down by a dog- a halfbreed, no less. No, there was no honor in his death. And Ivypup'd be sure to have the pack's eyes be forced open again and again to the truth until they remained seeing.
Their former leader had proved a weakling at last.
And his failure had been all too simple to pick apart- it all had come down to the fact, that, he'd relied on his brute strength and ferocity. He'd had intelligence, sure- but when he'd needed to submit to it the most, he'd let himself be overcome by blinding rage.
Ivypup approached Eon, her legs quivering in the anticipation of swimming in a River already adorned with rapidly sinking snowflakes that let a trail of ripples in their momentary wake. Unconsciously, her eyes traveled off of the of the whitened current and surveyed her remaining companions. All were scarred and bleeding; the corresponding hateful grimaced complimented the physical wounds perfect.
All except one face.
Eon gazed evenly ahead, her eyes locked onto the opposite shore, probably plumbing the depths. She wasn't giving anything away...
And yet she was.
There was no lust for vengeance in her jawline, no glow of hostility toward those who'd taken however useless lives, no shivering tendons that sang her desires to whip around and instigate a whole new battle.
No.
Eon was at peace.
Ivypup snarled contemptuous under her breath.
Storm Pack very possibly had a weaker leader than before.
AMERAUCANAS4REAL said:
(What did I miss? :th)
"Snow!" Cried Cheese Grits, always making the best out of a situation. He was surprised to see that all of the dogs were either yelling at each other or glumly staring off into space. He stuck out his long doggy tongue and tried to catch some snowflakes careful not to run into any one. Suddenly he knew his place. He wandered over to one of the depressed pups. (Who is a depressed pup in Storm Pack?)
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(The only pup besides Cottonpup in Storm Pack is Ivypup.
And hehmmm, I wouldn't exactly call her depressed....
Newly psychopathic, yes.)
 
HeavensHens88 said:
Ivypup shot a grateful snarl after him, then stalked over to where Eon was herding the living remnants of Storm Pack back to the shoreline. (LOOKIT THE EXTREMELY SUBTLE HINTS. LOOKY.) Not a drop of remorse trickled in any vein, and Ivypup was quite liking it. By closing her heart, she'd opened a whole new door to a freedom she'd never even comprehend previously, let alone experienced. For once in her young lifetime, she wasn't looking over her shoulder to be sure Bramble wasn't being yet again berated by Dark Storm for failing some insignificant task and requiring an innocent intervention.
Dark Storm.
Pfft. He'd allowed himself to be brought down by a dog- a halfbreed, no less. No, there was no honor in his death. And Ivypup'd be sure to have the pack's eyes be forced open again and again to the truth until they remained seeing.
Their former leader had proved a weakling at last.
And his failure had been all too simple to pick apart- it all had come down to the fact, that, he'd relied on his brute strength and ferocity. He'd had intelligence, sure- but when he'd needed to submit to it the most, he'd let himself be overcome by blinding rage.
Ivypup approached Eon, her legs quivering in the anticipation of swimming in a River already adorned with rapidly sinking snowflakes that let a trail of ripples in their momentary wake. Unconsciously, her eyes traveled off of the of the whitened current and surveyed her remaining companions. All were scarred and bleeding; the corresponding hateful grimaced complimented the physical wounds perfect.
All except one face.
Eon gazed evenly ahead, her eyes locked onto the opposite shore, probably plumbing the depths. She wasn't giving anything away...
And yet she was.
There was no lust for vengeance in her jawline, no glow of hostility toward those who'd taken however useless lives, no shivering tendons that sang her desires to whip around and instigate a whole new battle.
No.
Eon was at peace.
Ivypup snarled contemptuous under her breath.
Storm Pack very possibly had a weaker leader than before.

(The only pup besides Cottonpup in Storm Pack is Ivypup.
And hehmmm, I wouldn't exactly call her depressed....
Newly psychopathic, yes.)
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Cheese Grits realized that sometimes you just have to wait to be useful.
 
HoodedHuntress said:
(yeah but then someone starts screaming TACOS or something...lol I swear I try to RP in here, but it's chaos.)
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(It's burritos, my naive child.
But seriously. I can honestly say 2,000 posts of this thread are absolute irrelevant nonsense.
Where the heck did my intensely serious anthropological canine RP go off too? :lol:
Which is precisely why I've finally taken action and abolished all nonsense to the chat thread.
Yeah, right, Sarah. You totally believe that's going to work. )
 
HeavensHens88 said:
(It's burritos, my naive child.
But seriously. I can honestly say 2,000 posts of this thread are absolute irrelevant nonsense.
Where the heck did my intensely serious anthropological canine RP go off too? :lol:
Which is precisely why I've finally taken action and abolished all nonsense to the chat thread.
Yeah, right, Sarah. You totally believe that's going to work. )
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(Are you sure it isn't 3,000 posts?)
 

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