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

[RiverStorm]

Stream's eyes slanted as his last words caught up with her brain. "We never recovered Dotpup?" Her rising tone was laced with savage disbelief. "You mean to say....the whole reason we involved ourselves in the war is still in the paws of the enemy?!" She slowly backed away from the free, her head climbing to a far rise above her hunched shoulders. Her voice was coldly calm as she continued her rhetorical questioning of their incomplete retreat. "If that's true then, that we left the pup behind, then our Alpha died for nothing." Her pulled lips began to reveal a fiercely clenched jaw. "All of the others and my missing sister most likely died for a pup who's now an orphan and still outside our borders?!" Her flanks shook, filtering the enraged breaths as they quickened. "WHAT KIND OF IDIOTS ARE YOU?!" Her eyes flamed their way not only across their shocked faces, but scorched every muzzle in camp. "ALL OF YOU." None dared meet her eyes as the passed over like an airborne wildfire, igniting their fury on whatever face unlucky enough not to duck. But it wasn't the strength of her anger that shocked them so- it was the fact that Stream, their perpetually collected Beta, was in a rage, and a justifiable one at that.
Suddenly, she fell back into her own legs, something new and unexpected contorting her distressed mien. "What kind of idiot am I?" The sudden redirection of blame sang her that she was immediately contrite from her ill choice of chastisement. They all had lost so much. It was utterly wrong to suggest that she'd lost the most, and so prematurely, too. They'd only just left the battlefield- half of the wounded were still making their way back. No one would be able to fully plumb the amount of casualties for many restless days. To force more fault onto them....
Bouncing back from her dissociative stances, Stream recovered the best she could her assertive stability. "Where is the dog that insisted we retrieve this pup in the first place?" Her eyes narrowed as they searched the pack's diminished and even more so tattered ranks. "Where is Coal?"
She spun back to face Redfern and his wary comrades. "And you. Go get that pup. Now."

Dust stayed eerily calm through her rage but as soon as she told them to go his nose went to the ground and he was running, clashing through the undergrowth. Tail waving behind him to get the lower ranked Redfern and Iron to follow. Who were running at his heels.
~
Lickpup unexpectedly crept closer to Stream "They didn`t get Dotpup? But- But- then why?" She whimpered in a bare whisper

 

[Flufferes]

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.)

Eon thought about how creepy Ivypup is and screamed at everyone to get their butt across the river

Are you happy now ',:[

 

[HeavensHens88]

Eon thought about how creepy Ivypup is and screamed at everyone to get their butt across the river

Are you happy now ',:[

Ivypup stared at Eon suspiciously. "You're....leading us across...right?"

 

[Flufferes]

Ivypup stared at Eon suspiciously. "You're....leading us across...right?"

"Just GOOO!" Eon screamed. She telrported halfway In the river.
~
Kestrel departed from the dead person and followed Eon.

 

[PeepersMama]

"Of course it's me," Rocket barked, a playful edge to her voice. Then she said, more seriously, "Beta needs you. Something to do with Calamitypup."

Brindlepup cocked her head in confused worry and bounced over to Rocket. "Where?"

Jade quietly stepped out. She wasn't ready for her resolution. It wasn't the right time. But she needed to know what was happening. So she ran to Reed, stopping ten bounds away, watching him. What was he doing? Jade was a shadow, green eyes staring into the darkness like the gem she had named herself after.

Reed remained completely oblivious because my phone is dying.

Stream's eyes slanted as his last words caught up with her brain. "We never recovered Dotpup?" Her rising tone was laced with savage disbelief. "You mean to say....the whole reason we involved ourselves in the war is still in the paws of the enemy?!" She slowly backed away from the free, her head climbing to a far rise above her hunched shoulders. Her voice was coldly calm as she continued her rhetorical questioning of their incomplete retreat. "If that's true then, that we left the pup behind, then our Alpha died for nothing." Her pulled lips began to reveal a fiercely clenched jaw. "All of the others and my missing sister most likely died for a pup who's now an orphan and still outside our borders?!" Her flanks shook, filtering the enraged breaths as they quickened. "WHAT KIND OF IDIOTS ARE YOU?!" Her eyes flamed their way not only across their shocked faces, but scorched every muzzle in camp. "ALL OF YOU." None dared meet her eyes as the passed over like an airborne wildfire, igniting their fury on whatever face unlucky enough not to duck. But it wasn't the strength of her anger that shocked them so- it was the fact that Stream, their perpetually collected Beta, was in a rage, and a justifiable one at that.
Suddenly, she fell back into her own legs, something new and unexpected contorting her distressed mien. "What kind of idiot am I?" The sudden redirection of blame sang her that she was immediately contrite from her ill choice of chastisement. They all had lost so much. It was utterly wrong to suggest that she'd lost the most, and so prematurely, too. They'd only just left the battlefield- half of the wounded were still making their way back. No one would be able to fully plumb the amount of casualties for many restless days. To force more fault onto them....
Bouncing back from her dissociative stances, Stream recovered the best she could her assertive stability. "Where is the dog that insisted we retrieve this pup in the first place?" Her eyes narrowed as they searched the pack's diminished and even more so tattered ranks. "Where is Coal?"
She spun back to face Redfern and his wary comrades. "And you. Go get that pup. Now."

Coal stirred, her long black foreleg pushing the sand away from her. She groaned and rolled over, sand sticking to the blood that plastered the side of her face and giving her an even more startling appearance. Her one yellow eyes caught the light of the moon and glowed white in it's beam. "I'll find her," she growled, determination straining her already exhausted voice.

 

[Amer]

Redfeather and Cheese Grits crossed the river fairly easily. Cheese Grits was unscathed, and Redfeather had some shallow, painless scratches that were already scabbing over, though blood seeped through his soggy pelt. He was pretty good at fighting. He got to the other side of the river, and shook himself, water flying everywhere. "Pardon me," he said, to quiet to hear.

 

[RiverStorm]

"You should go take care of canines that need help Breeze." Night said head hanging starring at Lake`s cold still body. He hardly moved when talking to Breeze. The lose was still so fresh and terrible in it`s all. Grief stricken he slowly gave Lake`s body a last lick and nuzzle and raised to his paws. Turning to the battle he stared at it all for a minute. The grief turned to a deadly rage "Storm pack," he snarled coldly under his breath.
Night ran his eyes over the battle looking for a storm packer. At this time he didn`t even care if it was Dark Storm himself.
Finally he saw a Storm packer, a white she wolf. She stirred a memory in him of long ago but he pushed it out of his mind.
He took off running at her as fast as he could his rage seemed to make him go faster, faster than he ever had before.
Night rammed into her clawing wildly at her side and biting viciously at her back. Anger ran though him and he began to feel blood fill in his mouth.

Snow's head lurched upward as a dog hurtled into her flank, and wasted no time in securing its jaws into her back. It hadn't even given her time to scent it- the only thing she could decipher above the seething rage and radiating lust for vengeance on everything that it was male, and a previously infuriated one at that. Her eyes immediately flared wide, displaying the edging white for all to see- for she knew all too well the dangers of having one's spine messed with. Desperation began to gallop in pace in her mind, screaming for nothing but successful escape. He can't reach my spine... he can't reach my spine...
Snow suddenly bent forward, letting his weight lift off the ground and fall over her own neck before she snapped backward, lunging off of her back paws and freeing herself by losing a mere scrap of dove-white fur. She sprang forward, spinning off of her right paw as her own force was flung away, then relied on the automatic gravitational pull to bring her back to face with her instantaneous enemy. As she recovered from her frequent series of jarring impacts, her eyes probed his scarred face for a split heartbeat, seeking out any distinctive feature that might ad least clue her in to what dog she was fighting or at least what pack he fought for.
Finding his smoldering eyes, Snow froze.~

Night snarled pulling his lips back to show white sharp deadly blood covered fangs. He locked his fierce eyes to Snow`s, and again felt memorys stir, and he tried to push it from his mind, "Storm pack, murderer! Scum, flea bag, mangy tail, heartless, idiot!" he lunged biting her forehead then jumping back he circled her and bit her tail hard, then again jumped back. He grabbed her scruff and flung her down biting as deep as he could into her side and clawing wildly at her flanks.

(I`m going to do it now *Sigh* I`m going to hate myself for this. BTW @HeavensHens88 Night is going to be a little different from now on. but MAYBE not too much)

Night was pulled back into reality- The she-wolf wasn`t fighting and the fighting all around him had stopped, the packs were gathering with their own, and as his eyes flicked over the battle ground, they found a black body and froze.
Dark Storm.
Dark Storm was dead. The battle was over. Storm pack had lost, but so had River, and Rip, and Canyon. Today there was no winner. Everyone had lost. Everyone had lost someone dear to them.
And for him it was his sister. And his sanity.
The love for peace that he had guarded so close over the years.
Grief suddenly hit him like the most powerful wave, or the coldest ice storm. For his sister, for all his friends that would never see another sunrise, even for Canyon pack and Rip pack. But not for Storm pack. Never again would he pity them. He was done being hung over kindness. A snarl vibrated from the depths of his chest, he was done, he was done with them, he hated them. He allowed the hate he had fought off for so long to finally settle into his heart, the ice that had hung in his chest finally slithered into his heart, freezing it. That deep ache in his chest dispersed. An eerie calmness settled over him.
The old Night was dead.
And the new just born.
He suddenly became aware of the whimpering she-wolf under him. He slowly got off her and sat down beside her.
Night studied the white scrap of fur that was a pathetic excuse of a wolf. Her flanks were ripped open, there were various puncher wounds on her back, and a chunk of her fluffy white tail was missing.
"Move and I`ll kill you."

 

[PeepersMama]

(I`m going to do it now *Sigh* I`m going to hate myself for this. BTW @HeavensHens88 Night is going to be a little different from now on. but MAYBE not too much)

Night was pulled back into reality- The she-wolf wasn`t fighting and the fighting all around him had stopped, the packs gathering with their own, and as his eyes flicked over the battle ground, they found a black body and froze.
Dark Storm.
Dark Storm was dead. The battle was over. Storm pack had lost, but so had River, and Rip, and Canyon. Today there was no winner. Everyone had lost. Everyone had lost someone dear to them.
And for him it was his sister. And his sanity.
The love for peace that he had guarded so close over the years.
Grief suddenly hit him like the most powerful wave, or the coldest ice storm. For his sister, for all his friends that would never see another sunrise, even for Canyon pack and Rip pack. But not for Storm pack. Never again would he pity them. He was done being hung over kindness. A snarl vibrated from the depths of his chest, he was done, he was done with them, he hated them. He allowed the hate he had fought off for so long to finally settle into his heart, the ice that had hung in his chest finally slithered into his heart, freezing it. That deep ache in his chest dispersed. An eerie calmness settled over him.
The old Night was dead.
And the new just born.
He suddenly became aware of the whimpering she-wolf under him. He slowly got off her and sat down beside her.
Night studied the white scrap of fur that was a pathetic excuse of a wolf. Her flanks were ripped open, there were various puncher wounds on her back, and a chunk of her fluffy white tail was missing.
"Move and I`ll kill you."

That was so beautifully deep *-*

 

[RiverStorm]

That was so beautifully deep *-*

Thanks!

 

[Amer]

(Very)