~Run With The Pack~ A Wolf Roleplay

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Klash walked all the way to the edge of the Darkpack territory, and started marking the borders. Their scent was growing sparse. He made a mental note to himself to come out and mark daily. All Klash could think about was those cute little pups. He couldn't believe they were his.

Klash was lost in thought, not even paying attention to where he was going. He was walking just along the edge of the border, up against Stonepack territory.

"You?!" Someone snarled.

Klash jumped and whipped around. There, just feet away, was his brother, Duke. Klash quickly took a few steps back. "Duke?"

Duke stepped towards him, an evil and viscious look on his face. His mind was racing. Just kill him now. Make him suffer. Rip his throat out. Duke kept walking towards him.

Klash kept backing up. "Duke, please." He begged. He backed into a tree. He was cornered.

Duke laughed. "Please what? Why should I show you mercy after what you did?." He snarled. His heart was pounding, his blood boiling in his veins. "For two years I've waited for this day. The day that I get to make you suffer for what you did. Every day I look at my sister and I remember what you did to her, and to the rest of those pups. Our brothers and sisters! For what? To make you feel better about yourself? Killing innocent litte pups. That takes a lot of strength, doesn't it?" He laughed bitterly. "Look at you. Cowering up against a tree. I always knew you were weak. No wonder you went crawling to those darkpack filth." He spit the words out like venom.

Klash growled. "They are not filth! They have been more of a family to me then you ever were." He took a few steps towards Duke, their muzzle's almost touching. "You say I'm weak? Who was it that almost died that day? Not me. Who walked away without so much as a scratch?" He snarled the words in Duke's face.

Duke had heard enough. He snarled and lunged for Klash, knocking him to the ground. Klash used his hind legs to kick Duke away and sprung to his feet.

"I don't want to fight you Duke. I have a mate and pups to get back to. I suggest you leave, before you get hurt." Klash said with a growl.

Duke laughed bitterly. "Who would want to mate with you? She must be blind, or deaf. Maybe both. That or she doesn't know who you really are. You're a murderer, and a traitor." He was shaking with anger.

Klash lost his patience. He grabbed Duke by the shoulder and threw him to the ground. "Don't you talk about my mate like that. She knows everything about me." He snarled. "And she doesn't care. I've moved on. Why can't you?"

Duke kicked Klash in the stomach, and Klash fell to the ground, gasping for air. "I'm not going to move on until I make you pay for what you did." He snarled and grabbed Klash around the throat with his powerful jaws.




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Klash could feel Duke's teeth sinking into his skin as Duke suffocated him. He pushed on Duke with his paws and growled, but all that came out was a stangled whine.

Duke continued to clamp down on Klash's throat, slowly. He could feel Klash giving up beneath him. Duke let go. "I'm not going to let you die that easy." He said to his brother, as he lay on the ground, blood seeping slowly from the small bite marks on his neck. "You don't deserve the easy way out." Duke growled.

Klash pushed himself to his feet, not taking his eyes off of Duke. "Don't do this." Klash gasped.

Duke snarled and lunged back at Klash. His eyes were filled with pure hatred and bloodlust. Klash lunged at Duke at the same time. The two wolves collided together. The forrest around them was filled with the sound of their snarls.

Duke swiped his paw down Klash's face, leaving three large scratches across his muzzle. Klash howled in pain and pulled away. He could hear Duke's laughter behind him. Klash swirled around around and grabbed Duke's shoulder and sunk his teeth into the skin and pulled, leaving a large gaping wound. Using his front paws, Klash pushed him to the ground.

Duke yelped loudly. He tried to lift his head, but Klash pushed down hard on his muzzle with his paw, forcing him to keep his head down. "You did this to yourself." Klash growled. "I didn't want to fight you, but you left me no choice." Klash looked into his brother's eyes, with pity. "I'm sorry." He whispered before biting down on Duke's throat. Duke snarled. His snarl soon became garbled as Klash's teeth broke the skin and punctured his throat. He soon went limp beneath Klash's feet.

Klash let go and looked down at his brother. He nuzzled his brother's head with his nose before turning and running away, back to his den, covered in Duke's blood and his own.
 
(StarrNico, are you available to RP with Pitch? I kind of need him for the next part of my plan. He and Charlotte are going to be the ones to find Duke.)
 
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Garron whirled around on a dime and tensed when he saw Scar at the edge of the cliff. His mind reeled; on one hand, after all Scar had done to nearly wreck Garron and Piper's lives, he could rid him of this world... Forever. But Garron knew that Piper still cared about Scar - or so he thought, anyways - and he was her only living kin. He didn't know what he should do, so he just stood there... Waiting for Scar to plummet to his death...
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Scar's paws grappled for a foothold, but the mist from the waterfall made the earth soft and damp. His sharp claws racked through it to easily. For one brief moment, he caught Garron's eyes. For one heartbeat he locked stares with the one who had stolen his sister and destroyed his life. Scar's face was calm but he threw one last crazed glare of hatred.

Then everything speed up again.

Scar didn't make a sound as the earth beneath him gave way. He didn't howl or whine or beg Lupus to save him.

He closed his eyes, feeling the rush of wind and weightlessness that would be his last thrill before death. Relished his last breath of air before he smashed onto the river below...
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Garron watched with wide blue-gray eyes as Scar tumbled down into the river below. It was hard to believe, and to be honest, Garron was in a bit of a state of denial. Scar... the very wolf that had nearly destroyed his, as well as Piper's life... was dead. His limbs quivered like leaves in the wind as the adrenaline wore off.

Piper?


Garron whirled around on a dime to face her. "Piper." He raced over to her as his heart began to race... was she dead? No, she isn't. Relief coursed through Garron's body when he noticed the faint rise and fall of her chest. He lifted her up off the ground by her scruff and began to take her away, back to his den in the loner lands.
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Silence

And pain

LOTS of pain

Piper slowly opened her eyes and tried to move but her body refused to respond. Her side and neck were on fire, her ear's ringing as her vision blurred and darkness surrounded her. What had happened? Where was she...

Her nose picked up a familiar tantalizing scent. One she never thought she would come across again...

Garron?
I must be dead...

She sighed, with satisfaction and relief or fear, but the deep breath hurt. either way A small whimper escaped her.

Then she remembered....

Scar...had she also killed her brother as well as Garron? Had he killed her? Once again she tried to rise and failed, barely getting her head a fraction of an inch off the ground before it fell back limply. She closed her eyes again...
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Garron took Piper to his den and set her down inside his nest. He rasped his tongue over her wounds, and prodded her gently with a paw. "Piper, it's me," he murmured. "If you can hear me... Wake up...."
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"Piper, it's me, If you can hear me... Wake up...."
The words echoed in Piper's mind. Her heart lept at his voice but...she was afraid to open her eyes. What if she was just dreaming?
She opened her eyes, everything blurry for a moment...and then she saw him. The blood matted on his forehead, his whole body shaking from exertion. But it was him...
Tears formed in her eyes, "Garron..." she croaked, not daring to believe that he was real.
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"It's me, Piper," he murmured. "Scar is dead."
 
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Garron watched with wide blue-gray eyes as Scar tumbled down into the river below. It was hard to believe, and to be honest, Garron was in a bit of a state of denial. Scar... the very wolf that had nearly destroyed his, as well as Piper's life... was dead. His limbs quivered like leaves in the wind as the adrenaline wore off.

Piper?


Garron whirled around on a dime to face her. "Piper." He raced over to her as his heart began to race... was she dead? No, she isn't. Relief coursed through Garron's body when he noticed the faint rise and fall of her chest. He lifted her up off the ground by her scruff and began to take her away, back to his den in the loner lands.

Silence

And pain

LOTS of pain

Piper slowly opened her eyes and tried to move but her body refused to respond. Her side and neck were on fire, her ear's ringing as her vision blurred and darkness surrounded her. What had happened? Where was she...

Her nose picked up a familiar tantalizing scent. One she never thought she would come across again...

Garron?
I must be dead...

She sighed, with satisfaction and relief or fear, but the deep breath hurt. either way A small whimper escaped her.

Then she remembered....

Scar...had she also killed her brother as well as Garron? Had he killed her? Once again she tried to rise and failed, barely getting her head a fraction of an inch off the ground before it fell back limply. She closed her eyes again...

Garron took Piper to his den and set her down inside his nest. He rasped his tongue over her wounds, and prodded her gently with a paw. "Piper, it's me," he murmured. "If you can hear me... Wake up...." "Piper, it's me, If you can hear me... Wake up...."
The words echoed in Piper's mind. Her heart lept at his voice but...she was afraid to open her eyes. What if she was just dreaming?
She opened her eyes, everything blurry for a moment...and then she saw him. The blood matted on his forehead, his whole body shaking from exertion. But it was him...
Tears formed in her eyes, "Garron..." she croaked, not daring to believe that he was real.
"It's me, Piper," he murmured. "Scar is dead."

Piper cried.

She had been doing this a lot lately but she wasn't sure this time if it was for joy or sorrow. Every breath hurt but she couldn't stop the flow of words, "Oh, Garron I thought that I...I killed you! You were dead! And your head....it's still bleeding! I'm so sorry...I never meant to...I'm so sorry!"
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Pitch heard fighting and stood, looking towards the border. He started to walk towards the sound.


(Sorry, was writing my story)
 
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