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

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RoostersAreAwesome said:
(Canyon)
Streak, who had just been out gathering herbs and moss for the healers, who were in sore need of supplies, got wearily to his paws. He looked back once more at the healer's den, feeling a dull sense of sadness, for all who had been injured, and all who had been lost.
Streak finally looked away, trotting closer to better hear what Stream had to say. His ears pricked forward, waiting for the Beta's inevitable announcement. Oddly, as he stared up at the broken she-dog with his desperate packmates all around him, he felt something he hasn't felt for days.
Hope.
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Feather Hearts said:
(Oh wow, it's been so long, I have like no idea what's going on)
Scorch looked up to where his mate sat, his eyes dark. Stream had been so beautiful, but her body had been ruined by war. Crisscrossed with scars that the fur had never grown back on, her paw mangled, but her eyes burned with determination. The only thing Scorch knew for certain, was that if there was going to be a battle, he would fight beside Stream.

Okay, I don't know what characters I made before I left this rp. If anyone remembers then that would be great, other wise(if I have permission that is) I might make a few new ones?
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RiverStorm said:
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)
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PeepersMama said:
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. I'm 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.
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Stream's breath whistled out slowly like the melody of a songbird caught in an untimely death's vice. They'd come- of course they had, but she'd begun to doubt even that.
Too bad they still have more faith in you than you have -ever- in yourself.
But you were right all along. You knew you'd never get here.
"Pack, we have suffered much. Never in the entire history of any of the four packs has this amount of individuals been lost at once." Perhaps that wasn't entirely true, but surely no past war of this impact could be buried along with its casualties.
"Among all of the friends that have been stolen from us too soon, our dear Alpha gave her life in the act of righting an old wrong."
If only they hadn't as a whole been so trusting, so forgiving of the little hiccups that had hinted to a much greater betrayal just waiting to boil to the surface with aftershocks of devastation.
Do any of them realize that if Bracken had been exposed sooner...sure, it wasn't just him...the other packs had to have had their own contributors to this violent expulsion of inner anarchy...but for us...it was him...
Do they know that Canyon Pack could've prevented this?
Am I the only one who sees those corpses as our kill?
The next words were hard to get out in the same commanding tone. The clearing was absolutely silent now and she had to stand up firm against her own voice as it ricocheted back to torment her the additional length.
"In accordance with ancient pack proceedings, I was set to be her successor."
But now...
"In times such as these, stable leadership is crucial."
You got so close....
"All of you are entitled to that stability."
Stream swallowed away her own lifelong desires and it was more painful than the weight she was angerly forcing down on her faulty hindleg. Something resented bubbled at the corners of her vision. If only these despicable tears were the product of her infirmity; perhaps even more verifiable if from accepting the cruel reality that she'd never be going on blissful pre-dawn runs with her beloved sister again.
But no.
This hurts the most and I hate myself for it.
"I want you to have that stability."
Her fogging eyes were scanning the crowd now, searching for something undefeated that could fell what needed to be.
When she found him, it was her bittersweet last victory before a fall.
"Bear...please attack me."
 
HeavensHens88 said:
Stream's breath whistled out slowly like the melody of a songbird caught in an untimely death's vice. They'd come- of course they had, but she'd begun to doubt even that.
Too bad they still have more faith in you than you have -ever- in yourself.
But you were right all along. You knew you'd never get here.
"Pack, we have suffered much. Never in the entire history of any of the four packs has this amount of individuals been lost at once." Perhaps that wasn't entirely true, but surely no past war of this impact could be buried along with its casualties.
"Among all of the friends that have been stolen from us too soon, our dear Alpha gave her life in the act of righting an old wrong."
If only they hadn't as a whole been so trusting, so forgiving of the little hiccups that had hinted to a much greater betrayal just waiting to boil to the surface with aftershocks of devastation.
Do any of them realize that if Bracken had been exposed sooner...sure, it wasn't just him...the other packs had to have had their own contributors to this violent expulsion of inner anarchy...but for us...it was him...
Do they know that Canyon Pack could've prevented this?
Am I the only one who sees those corpses as our kill?
The next words were hard to get out in the same commanding tone. The clearing was absolutely silent now and she had to stand up firm against her own voice as it ricocheted back to torment her the additional length.
"In accordance with ancient pack proceedings, I was set to be her successor."
But now...
"In times such as these, stable leadership is crucial."
You got so close....
"All of you are entitled to that stability."
Stream swallowed away her own lifelong desires and it was more painful than the weight she was angerly forcing down on her faulty hindleg. Something resented bubbled at the corners of her vision. If only these despicable tears were the product of her infirmity; perhaps even more verifiable if from accepting the cruel reality that she'd never be going on blissful pre-dawn runs with her beloved sister again.
But no.
This hurts the most and I hate myself for it.
"I want you to have that stability."
Her fogging eyes were scanning the crowd now, searching for something undefeated that could fell what needed to be.
When she found him, it was her bittersweet last victory before a fall.
"Bear...please attack me."
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Littlepup leaned in to peer between the legs of her father at the beta, thoroughly confused. What does she mean? She's not stable? Attack her? What... Why would he attack her? She wondered, taking note of Stream's oily tears gathering in her eyes.
Yes, Alpha was dead, but that meant Beta was alpha now. No one questioned it, everyone that Littlepup knew was loyal to her. Why would she not want to be alpha? Was she just afraid?
She tipped her head down, scratching her tiny paw in the dirt, before raising her head again to watch the beta. Maybe it was best if someone else was alpha. If Stream questioned herself, she was probably right.
 
Excuse me what

HeavensHens88 said:
Stream's breath whistled out slowly like the melody of a songbird caught in an untimely death's vice. They'd come- of course they had, but she'd begun to doubt even that.
Too bad they still have more faith in you than you have -ever- in yourself.
But you were right all along. You knew you'd never get here.
"Pack, we have suffered much. Never in the entire history of any of the four packs has this amount of individuals been lost at once." Perhaps that wasn't entirely true, but surely no past war of this impact could be buried along with its casualties.
"Among all of the friends that have been stolen from us too soon, our dear Alpha gave her life in the act of righting an old wrong."
If only they hadn't as a whole been so trusting, so forgiving of the little hiccups that had hinted to a much greater betrayal just waiting to boil to the surface with aftershocks of devastation.
Do any of them realize that if Bracken had been exposed sooner...sure, it wasn't just him...the other packs had to have had their own contributors to this violent expulsion of inner anarchy...but for us...it was him...
Do they know that Canyon Pack could've prevented this?
Am I the only one who sees those corpses as our kill?
The next words were hard to get out in the same commanding tone. The clearing was absolutely silent now and she had to stand up firm against her own voice as it ricocheted back to torment her the additional length.
"In accordance with ancient pack proceedings, I was set to be her successor."
But now...
"In times such as these, stable leadership is crucial."
You got so close....
"All of you are entitled to that stability."
Stream swallowed away her own lifelong desires and it was more painful than the weight she was angerly forcing down on her faulty hindleg. Something resented bubbled at the corners of her vision. If only these despicable tears were the product of her infirmity; perhaps even more verifiable if from accepting the cruel reality that she'd never be going on blissful pre-dawn runs with her beloved sister again.
But no.
This hurts the most and I hate myself for it.
"I want you to have that stability."
Her fogging eyes were scanning the crowd now, searching for something undefeated that could fell what needed to be.
When she found him, it was her bittersweet last victory before a fall.
"Bear...please attack me."
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(watch Bear not even be my charrie cuz I only remeber the reed/shadow fam and Coal and Raksha)

Bear stared (hey that rhymes) in numb shock up at Stream. He was too tired to chastise himself for the lack of horror he felt at such a request, too bloody to even begin to try and follow it through.
"I don't deserve to be this tired, I didn't loose anyone," he thought.
Because you didn't have anyone to loose, whispered his conscience.

He growled at that thought, louder than he meant to. It awoke the fighter within him without him meaning to do so.

"Stream... I..." Suddenly he was tired again. He swallowed nervously, bracing himself for what he knew he had to say. "I've killed enough today, and there's no way in the stars that the last dog's blood that's going to rot in my mouth will be one from my own pack. And much less our next leader, at that." He watched her carefully through hooded eyes, and swallowed again.

Oh, he was so tired of blood.
 
HeavensHens88 said:
Stream's breath whistled out slowly like the melody of a songbird caught in an untimely death's vice. They'd come- of course they had, but she'd begun to doubt even that.
Too bad they still have more faith in you than you have -ever- in yourself.
But you were right all along. You knew you'd never get here.
"Pack, we have suffered much. Never in the entire history of any of the four packs has this amount of individuals been lost at once." Perhaps that wasn't entirely true, but surely no past war of this impact could be buried along with its casualties.
"Among all of the friends that have been stolen from us too soon, our dear Alpha gave her life in the act of righting an old wrong."
If only they hadn't as a whole been so trusting, so forgiving of the little hiccups that had hinted to a much greater betrayal just waiting to boil to the surface with aftershocks of devastation.
Do any of them realize that if Bracken had been exposed sooner...sure, it wasn't just him...the other packs had to have had their own contributors to this violent expulsion of inner anarchy...but for us...it was him...
Do they know that Canyon Pack could've prevented this?
Am I the only one who sees those corpses as our kill?
The next words were hard to get out in the same commanding tone. The clearing was absolutely silent now and she had to stand up firm against her own voice as it ricocheted back to torment her the additional length.
"In accordance with ancient pack proceedings, I was set to be her successor."
But now...
"In times such as these, stable leadership is crucial."
You got so close....
"All of you are entitled to that stability."
Stream swallowed away her own lifelong desires and it was more painful than the weight she was angerly forcing down on her faulty hindleg. Something resented bubbled at the corners of her vision. If only these despicable tears were the product of her infirmity; perhaps even more verifiable if from accepting the cruel reality that she'd never be going on blissful pre-dawn runs with her beloved sister again.
But no.
This hurts the most and I hate myself for it.
"I want you to have that stability."
Her fogging eyes were scanning the crowd now, searching for something undefeated that could fell what needed to be.
When she found him, it was her bittersweet last victory before a fall.
"Bear...please attack me."
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(OH MY PROYCON)
 

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