Be Mindful

Shawchert Menue · 03-26-2011, 04:51 PM

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OOC: This is NOT a mandatory thread, but I REALLY hope that we have participants, not very nmany people have been participating any many of these plots. also Sky if you do not like my mention of you let me know I'll change it

Another attack happened. This time it had been another packmate... Valinta. He had found her unconscious and laying near death in the snow. Outraged Shaw hurried her to his home where he had Sky patch her up. How he managed it in his own state he had no clue, but he did. The woman had been unconscious and it seemed in a coma so that there was a slight chance that she could tell him who it was. He had found two extra scents not normally on the woman, one was of an unknown pup, but he was certain it must have been the one she’d found before, or even a new one. Then there was one that was familiar but he couldn’t put his paw on it.

The injured man was now at the scene of an empty house where he found the entrails of the puppy who he smelled on Valinta over one of the vacant houses the day after he found the woman. Anger filled inside of him. There was someone in his pack that was murdering pack members, innocent ones at that. He moved to the center of town, and gave a howl of urgency. He couldn’t believe any of his members could think of doing anything, but he had to warn them, let them know what was going on. He was angry beyond things that could be. Howling again, he started pacing the area, waiting for the first few to come up. If anything he’d get help from the rest of the pack, then he could flush the killer out, and dispose of him in the way they needed to.

Sky Rhiannon · 03-26-2011, 05:21 PM

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Sky is not impressed, nor is she missing this meeting.
Also; Sky is VERY paranoid about her home. After the head thing on the porch, she'd have taken that day to find deadbolts and the like to basically make her house impossible to penetrate without the keys. (She'd have given Shawchert keys to the front door, back door and the bedrooms. I'm sure she'll get over it... eventually.

Sky had never, never, been so damned busy or stressed out in her life. Not even with the whole miscarriage, or the drama between Orin, herself and Shawchert. Nothing had prepared her for the shock of having not one murder, but two inside the pack... and then, the attacks against Shawchert and now sweet Valinta! The would-be medic was up to the gills in blood, and it wasn't over yet. She knew damn well it wasn't over yet. It would never be over.

Hybrid girl had finished tending to Valinta for the day, having refused to let the girl leave the safety of her guest room in favour of her own house. The black and creme girl was silent as the stars, never moving... only barely breathing. It was a shock to Sky to have such a horrible thing happen to her best from, but somehow she was pulling through. The younger girl was bandaged and wrapped snugly in her bed, the windows boarded up and barricaded (out of Sky's own paranoia) and the door installed with a hefty deadbolt she'd found. Her entire house was on lockdown; no one was allowed in except for Sky, Shawchert and Sky's patients. She'd been keeping Casper in her own room, in his pen that she'd fashioned out of chickenwire.

Every door had new locks, the windows were barred off with heavy wood. If someone was targetting the pack from the inside, like hell would Sky allow them to harm her patients, or worse, their leader. She'd been in overdrive since the bloody mess that had been left on her porch, and there was no calming her down.

Not even as she packed up for the meeting her fiance had just called. She heard the howl, and she knew there was nothing left to do for Valinta in the meantime. The girl had been bandaged, wrapped, cleaned... Sky had even forced water down the girl's throat, completely intent on keeping her best friend healthy despite her critical state.

Now she'd left the house (locking the two deadbolts on her way out, using the keys she'd found with them in one of the old hardware stores) to attend the meeting. Like hell would she stay home, even with this going on. Valinta would be fine for the few minutes it called her away for, and Shawchert was also injured.

It probably didn't help that Sky had her mind set on speaking at the meeting, basically to inform the pack that she was in charge of the injured and sick, wether Skye and Shawchert liked it or not. That thought was dead in her mind as she came up to Shawchert, frowning as she spotted him pacing despite his wounds. "I don't care how much drama's going down, Shawchert Menue. So help me, if you make your injuries worse, I'll stitch them back up with barbed wire this time." The look on her face screamed that she was not kidding.

"We'll find who's doing this." Her voice softened as she came up beside him, invading his space and wrapping her arms around his stomach in a hesitant hug. "...whoever it was, they hurt my Val. I'll rip out their spine and choke them with it." So much for soft. Sky's voice was anything but friendly as she growled out her plan of vengance. The little hybrid was far from impressed.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 03-26-2011, 11:49 PM

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The week or so had left the pack stressed out mentally. Mars even more so stressed out because he did not know if the woman was dead or alive, and he did not like not being close to her. Having Orin safely next door was one of those things that helped Mars sleep at night. Now that she was not there, sleep had been lost, and Bartholomew could not come out if Mars was not asleep. Krystalle probably noticed this already. She probably also would have noticed that Mars had been giving this look of pure hatred on his face. He was pissed off more often than not now because of all of this. He wore his sunglasses on his face, unwilling to let people see his eyes that showed anger. Mars looked around his house, him standing around with his white outfit on (looking rather professional or some odd reason) that he had finished only days before (he'd been working on these for some time now, since before he left Cour Des Miracles) and he had looked to his burning fireplace to see a kettle of tea sitting there. He figured Krystalle had been ready or tea time. It was around time for tea, but Mars didn't know if he could relax enough for tea. It'd been a few days since he was able to sit down and drink some tea to calm his wired nerves. He didn't know if Krystalle understood why he was so anxious lately. He failed to tell her either way.

The man had heard a howl rise to the sky and vibrate off of his walls faintly. It was urgent and calling the pack, in which the man would look over to where Krystalle was. That's us. the man spoke to her before he had taken his shades and put them over his eyes and he left the house to head where the Alpha and the woman by the name of Sky lived. The walk to the house was nothing since Thornbury was pretty small and Sky did not live too far from the Russo man. Mars trudged along, making it to the woman's door first. He looked at his pacing Alpha who stood on the porch of the house. Mars would only assume that Shawchert would have something to say about the murders. Mars wondered what was the scoop on this, because the last he knew was that they found one of Shaw's puppies dead and then there was blood in Orin's place. If he could barely protect his own puppies, then why trust Shaw to protect them? Mars found that he would and could look out for himself and Krystalle if need be since they were the ones in his house. He didn't trust shaw no more did he trust any other wolf in CdA right now. There was a murderer around and as far as Mars was concerned it was shaw's fault in the first place. Yeah, that's right, Mars did want to play the blame game, even if it was done silently, and from behind those dark sunglasses. He did not greet his Alpha, nor the half-pint that was his mate, instead, he stood there with his hands crossed over his chest.

Krystalle Horzana · 03-27-2011, 12:33 AM

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Krystalle looks kinda disheveled, due to a recent depression; her mohawk is flat and she's not wearing her jacket today. Also, her hands are covered in ink/charcoal. She's kinda half-behind Mars. Yay for pack meetings!

She was distressed. The disappearance of the wolf known as Orin had been a relief, sad enough as it was, to the Horzana woman, but she could see how it hurt Mars. Without her snowy competition, there was no Bartholomew, and the bi-color hybrid felt awkward in their shared home. Or his home, really. She was just unwanted furniture, regardless of what the Russo may have said. Her shoulders slumped as she busied herself with trivial tasks, making tea for the male and sitting down to write in her books. Somewhere, things had gone wrong, and she could only blame Mars for leaving her in the first place.

The call that came from somewhere outside of their home reached her ears before her companion alerted her to their required presence. In truth, she didn't want to step outside, not if it meant extra influence on the already disturbed mind of the wolfdog, but she couldn't simply tell Mars no. It wasn't in her capabilities. Silent, she stood from her place in the kitchen, brushing blonde bangs from her eyes as she followed the tri-color wolf through Thornbury. The trip wasn't long, yet each new step left a more prominent sense of dread locked in her chest.

As he stopped, she caught sight of their unnerved leader, pale pink eyes focusing on the large male with a sense of vague fondness. It faded, of course, as she watched the Russo stand in silence. One white-tipped hand reached out to rest against his arm. She couldn't feel sympathy for his distress, but she hated what emotions she assumed he had garnered. "Maybe we should have stayed home, muffin." The whisper was meant for him alone, not wanting to alienate herself from the leader at that point. Any unpleasant happenings within Cercatori had yet to bother the Nakzhi-native, at least not like the rest of the pack. She didn't fear for herself, though that was large in part to her faith in the man she housed with.

While Mars remained silent, she turned her eyes to Shawchert. "Did something else happen, mi querido?" Though she tried to sound concerned, it was lost on her features as she leaned ever so slightly against the angered male beside her.

Skye Collins · 03-28-2011, 08:27 AM

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The days were dark for the relatively new pack of Cercatori d'Arte. Within the span of two short, horrific months, three members of Cercatori d'Arte had either been hurt, ravaged, or even killed by an unknown murderer, and Skye was at her worst. Not as frenzied as Sky, not as wary and jumpy as Mars or Krystalle, and not as broken as Shaw, Skye was a creature all her own now. A deep, dark, sickening anger had bubbled up inside her - someone had hurt and chased out one of her best friends and had hurt another unspeakably. The dark creature that lay within Skye lay in wait, its maw open and ready to destroy, kill, find and punish the danger that lurked within her pack.

That wasn't all that lay inside Skye, either - in a more real, more tangible sense, she wasn't the only one that lived in her body, now. There were others; she could barely, barely feel them, barely feel that there were tiny pups living inside her belly, but they were there. The signs were there, and Skye knew that she was pregnant, although just hardly, just slightly, just barely. It only fed the monster more fire that she wanted to extinguish this beast, this horrid creature from the pack. And the danger was that it may be one of their own.

She came at Shaw's call and stood by her leader and her friend. They had gone through so much together; they had found each other when the other was new and not ready at Souls, they had helped each other out, founded the pack together, and they would get through this together. Sky was there was well, the leader's lover, and so were Mars and Krystalle. Skye's countenance was grave and grim, and even more so made by the inhabitants within her. She wasn't sure what would happen next; she didn't speak, either, only pondered darkly about what would happen to her beloved pack next. If she could help it...nothing.

Slade Auctor · 03-28-2011, 11:30 AM

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OOC: Assuming everyone else is in optime, yes?
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Slade hadn't exactly been in a good mood that day, either, but he was blissfully unaware of the danger lurking in his own pack. Instead the reason for his sour mood was the fact that he had spent the previous night awake well past midnight, dreaming up more of his stories because he couldn't get to sleep and didn't feel like trying to. He had hardly been asleep for an hour before the bright light of dawn made resting impossible. The coyote was a short walk away from Thornbury but wasn't in the mood to visit. He was tired. He was groggy. He just wanted to sleep.

The day passed in a blur until Slade picked up a howl. Oh great. Of all days, today was the day Shawchert wanted to call a meeting. There was something about the leader's howl that said that this was an important, maybe even urgent matter. Still somewhat groggy, Slade began to trudge to Thornbury, trying to sprint but finding himself too tired.

As soon as he arrived, he stiffened, suddenly alert. A heavy tension hung in the air. Shawchert was pacing. Nearby, Sky, Mars and Krystalle, all Luperci who Slade had met briefly before, didn't look happy. Mars's arms were crossed. Slade immediately got the sense that something terrible had happened, and Krystalle asked the question that was on his mind: What type of drama had went on here?

He was vaguely aware of Skye Collins, also someone who he had met, approaching, and he subconsciously noticed that he was the only lupus there. It didn't matter; the pack's feelings were obviously mutual: hatred and fury. Slade could share the feeling as well, even though he didn't know what was going on. He had joined this pack because of its love for art and because it was fairly new and peaceful; if someone was stirring up drama, the rest of the pack wasn't going to stand it.

Ouija D'Angelo · 03-28-2011, 01:05 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Hickey; 517 words

He had come to figure that the leadership here didn't really know what they were doing. The meetings that they had had them discussing things and having to get ideas from the pack instead of being able to decide things for themselves. It was pitiful. And then the lies that Shaw had spoke in front of Addison. This pack helped each other? Where was this help? He hadn't seen it. No one had ever come to work with him. Past the moose hunt all of the acquired pelts he had gotten on his own, save for two rabbits that he had been paid for a tattoo that he had done. Everything was done by his own hands and no other. Even working on the lodge with Shaw hadn't impressed him. Ouija had no experience in construction and had looked to Shaw for instruction but again he had to end up giving the other man a suggestion for what to do. What sort of leader always relied on their pack members to tell them what to do?

He was tempted to ignore the call but his sense of loyalty had him going. He had his own loss he was dealing with. Something that he had warned Shaw about had come to pass. He was working on keeping close to Addison after their loss. He had been spending more time in his den with her. So far she hadn't been pushing him away so he thought that was good. Still he wanted to make sure that she would be fine. He had seen what such a loss had done to others. It drove a wedge between them and everyone else. He was trying to stay around to support and comfort her should she need it. She didn't really seem to though. She seemed strong enough on her own. And so he had left the den without a word to attend the meeting.

He came up to see a few gathered there. Some faces he had only seen once and another he had never seen before. He moved over to the couple that had visited him in the lodge before. The fellow, Mars, had been there a couple of times since Ouija had prepared a pelt for him. Then the female at his side was a recent visitor and had requested his services as well. He moved to stand behind those two, not trying to hide since he taller than all gathered so of course he stood out. "What is going on?" He asked in a whisper of the two that he had placed himself near. He didn't stay near Thornbury so he didn't already know of all the trouble that had been going on there. None here concerned themselves to ever come and check on him so he didn't spare them the same favor. The one female he was set to help had left this place. Since then he hadn't really bothered with coming here. What reason did he have to? He hadn't promised his assistance to any that remained within the town so he had no purpose here.

Addison · 03-28-2011, 11:57 PM

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Slight pp by Addi Ok'd by Sylvey :3

She wasn't too terribly familiar with the packlands yet, but it was easy enough to trail Ouija's scent. It was the one that she knew the best, the scent of the one that she lived with. She was glad to have it to guide her to where the pack meeting was taking place. Addi had originally told him that she would be alright in the den alone, not sure what the meeting was about and not having had the best day, herself, but after he had left she'd decided to follow him out rather than sit there alone.

The female was still feeling some of her emotional recovery, but physically she was fine. She ate well thanks to the white male and never went without. She exercised and was beginning to take trips out to the border to scout a little more each day. It was a start, at least. With Ouija there to support her she felt stronger...that she could do more.

Addi approached the group, eyes skipping nervously over the forms of her unknown pack members. She hadn't met many of them. Her heart thudded in her chest until she caught sight of Ouija, coming up quickly to stand next to him. She looked out over the group and came in closer to him, one arm finding its familiar place around his waist, head leaning against his shoulder as they stood.

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Shawchert Menue · 03-29-2011, 04:15 AM

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OOC: Well best tell you that Shaw is about 8 ft 2 inches ^^ so he's quite a bit taller than your gal ^^

They came in little by little, he looked them over each one of them had concern on their faces. Shaw acknoledged Sky’s comments with a nod. He was disturbed and distracted. Yes there was a problem a serious one and he would have to do something about it. He knew that one of his numbers here was the culprit, and he had the idiot’s scent, but each one that came proved to him a loyal member. He stood straight his face not as welcome as it normally was, nor was it full of hatred. If anything it had more sadness to it than normal. When he felt that he wouldn’t have to repeat himself with more that trickled in he began speaking.

Some of you know why I have called you here. Others, may not be so informed, but we have been infiltrated. Our numbers are dying as we speak. I think this is just an early warning before things become truely chaotic. We have been forced to hide in our homes to make sure our loved ones are safe. I have not been the leader I feel I should be. I have not prevented these deaths, not even that of my son.

His voice cracked as he spoke of his child, the memory that came back. He forced himself to focus, to get to the point.

There was another attack yesterday, and it seems yet another was killed. Valinta, though she is alright thankfully, rests in my home in a coma, one of her orphan pups has been murdered, though she was an orphan and she was not here for long, that makes it no less sad. I have called you here to warn you that one of our numbers is on a rampage, but I want to reassure you to.

His eyes burned but the love for his pack as he looked at every single one of them filled him. They were here as a whole now, and they would work together on this, they would protect each other.

I have the scent of the one who is doing this and he WILL be put to justice. Though I wish for you all to understand that these are hard times, we need to stay strong, to rely on one another. I do not want to see another murder, to have to make another burial. We can beat this. If we work together. I am not asking you to take action into your hands, but to keep one another safe. Check on your peers, or those who do not live too close by, check on the isolated. I would do so alone, but with everyone it is hard, with each other looking out for one another, we can stay strong.

He was hoping he wasn’t putting too much on them. He was angry, and he wanted his revenge, but he’d hoped the wolf that had done the killings would make the mistake of coming here today, though proving it was him would be slightly hard, he wouldn’t have the luxury of ripping the man apart in front of the members of his pack like he wanted to. His unbandaged eye looked around the pack. He was sure none of the ones present did this, and it made him happy his loyal pack mates were as concerned as he was.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 03-29-2011, 05:53 PM

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OOC: sorry for skipping, I hope there is no posting order, Mars decided that he does have something to actually say. :o +10

She followed him like always. Krystalle Horzana, the mohawked woman whom he had put into a bout of depression because of his words of how he was incapable of things that she wanted from him. This being affection. It was hard for Mars to show affection, but he was not incapable of it. He could show affection, he just put a lot of trust behind his affection, and not even Krystalle had gotten his full trust to where he could do whatever with her. Eventually he'd realize that she was the only one that was consistently there for him, and that she loved him with all of her heart. Even though she had told him this, he did not believe her wholly, because he always doubted words of love in the beginning. Truth was, Mars, would this woman sacrifice her life in California for you if she didn't love you? More than likely not. Bartholomew knew that the love was true, but Mars denied it. One of these days, hopefully he'd become less emotionally stupid, or emotionally selfish. The woman had wrapped her arm around his, and then whispered words into his ear, telling him that maybe they shouldn't have shown up. He had a feeling that they should have stayed home, but they were already here so they were shit out of luck. It'll be okay. he whispered back, reassuring her that all would be fine.

They waited for awhile, more and more people pouring in, and two faces that Mars knew fairly well had shown themselves. Last time he remembered seeing Addison though, she was in Phoenix Valley, and she had given him a sheep that he still owned to this day. He was pretty surprised to see the pretty little lady there, much less did he expect the woman to be on Ouija's arm like she was. It looked like Mars and Krystalle were a couple, and it also looked like Addi and Ouija were too. Mars wondered if their relationship was the same as Krystalle's and Mars', but then again, there was no relationship that could mimic the relationship between Krys and Mars. Ouija asked what was going on. Mars turned his head to his painted friend, a sharp steel eye looking at the other man from behind those dark sunglasses. Some bastard has been killing puppies recently. Mars whispered to the man before his attention moved to Addison. It's been awhile Addison, nice to see that you are doing well.. Axel is doing great too. the man commented before his attention had switched again as Shawchert began to speak. Mars was silent for the duration, his expression not changing, nor did his body shift or show any dis-concern. Not up until where Shaw has said that he knew the scent of the murderer.

Mars thought about how much of an idiot he thought Shaw was at that moment in time. If he had the scent of the bastard, what the hell was stopping him from going up to the murderer and exiling him from the pack, or better yet, taking the murderer's life? Mars pulled his lips back to show his sharp fangs, and his eyes looked at his leader through his sunglasses. If his eyes weren't hidden, there would have been a fierce look that overcame the steel eyes of the Russo man. Then what the FUCK are you waiting for? A fucking invitation? If you know the scent, then you know who it is, and YOU are letting them RUN LOOSE IN D'ARTE STILL? Mars' voice raised at the end of his sentence, showing that he was getting angry. It was enough to make his hackles raise. Mars had never gotten like this in front of anyone besides Krystalle and that was once before now. Mars stayed within the grip of the woman, only because if he didn't then he might have the audacity to actually strike out at his Alpha if she hadn't been holding his arm.

You are letting lives be lost by not doing anything, by letting this bastard remain here.. If YOU are too weak to do it yourself, then YOU should get someone ELSE to do it! He noted that his leader was injured from whatever battle he had been fighting, but Mars did have a feeling that these wounds were not from this murderer. If you cared about us Shawchert, you wouldn't let this murderer stay this long. The moment he killed your son was the moment that YOU should have done something! You waste every moment with the words that you speak to keep us calm. Instead you should be DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT. the man let the snarl rip through his throat and towards the incapable leaders of D'Arte. They wouldn't let something like this happen more than once if they were good leaders. That was the way that Mars saw it. For Shaw to come to them and say that they should check on each other once in awhile was not enough of a solution for Mars, and Mars was going to let this be known. If you cared about us, you would not lie with your eyes. You would have sent someone to look for Orin. You would have done something by now, instead of running your mouth on how you're going to do something. Maybe he spoke out of line, but Mars was not going to be a quiet man when it came to the protection of his well being and his friends. He wanted Krystalle, Orin, Addison, and Ouija to all live where they were not in fear of living because of the possibility of death by murder. They were his only friends, and for them to live in fear was something that Mars did not want. Why should they have to deal with Mars and his issues and then also have to live in fear to go outside and play freely without the worry that there is a predator in the bushes, waiting for their guard to be let down, and then to attack when they can. It was blasphemy and Mars was not going to allow it. Not when he finally had friends to have to protect.

Ouija D'Angelo · 03-29-2011, 07:55 PM

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He was surprised to find that Addi had ended up trailing after him. He smiled down at her as he felt her presence as his side and her arm about his waist. He didn't even know how to begin to define their relationship. At least nothing apart from the fact that they were friends. And at one point she had been carrying his pups til they were lost. "Get bored in the den and tired of being alone?" He questioned her in a whisper. For all he knew she hadn't really wanted to be here. He had been fine with just bringing information back to her.

He nodded his head as Mars looked back at his and spoke to him. He didn't know of any pups in the pack. But if they all had been murdered then that was a good reason to not realize that there were any. Even his own hadn't survived. Though when Mars continued to speak but not to him but to Addi instead he found himself surprised again. He had no idea they knew each other, let alone who Axel was. He simply figured that Axel was a child shared between the two of them. Perhaps that is why Addi hadn't desperately grieved the loss of their pups, she still had one living somewhere.

He focused on Shaw as the male spoke. So he isn't watching over his own children closely enough to allow them to be killed and then not protecting the pack he was leading by allowing others to be killed as well. He would have thought that a father would always be there for their pups and never allow anything to happen to them. But apparently those in this area didn't have the same convictions of loyalty as had been instilled within the cult. And since he allowed his own children as well as other's children to be disposed of he expected them to believe he could lead and protect the pack as well. And on top of it all it turned out to be a member of the pack? These leaders really didn't do their job, allowing murderers to waltz in and live among them. Then want to blame the pack as being infiltrated, trying to play off as an outside force having crept in when they had allowed them with open arms. Really nice vouch of confidence for the leadership here to be able to protect and lead their own. Though at least time he hadn't asked for opinions nor did he offer much in the way of real hope either. No, this person was found and won't return. Just a hide out and make sure others stay hidden.

And who else was isolated besides Addi and himself? No one ever came out to them. He didn't really expect it to start happening now.He took care of Addi and himself. Perhaps not enough since Addi had still managed to miscarry but he had done what he could. He had been around for her the entire time that she had been staying in his den. He made sure that she stayed resting while he brought in food and took care of everything. He had even gotten in a discussion with Shaw about taking double duties so that Addi had absolutely nothing to worry about. So hat she didn't have to stress over what Shaw wanted her to do in her condition. And he was already disappointed that she had walked so far in her condition. He had done what he could to keep his unborn children safe, had warned Shaw of him expecting her to stress and work would cause. And it had came to pass. While he had lost his own the cause could be slated as natural. But to admit to everyone that your child was murdered while you stand before them? There was no cause or reason for that. Shaw should have been dead if his child was dead. How did he expect anyone to put faith into him if he didn't care enough for his own pups to be there for them always and put his own life before theirs? It didn't make sense at all to Ouija.

Apparently he wasn't the only one with such turmoil on his mind. He wasn't alone in his thoughts. Someone else hadn't been placated by such hollow words. Another wasn't happy with empty promises of going to do something rather than having already done something. But while they shared the same mindset Ouija kept his composure where the other had not. Then again Ouija believed that any who didn't protect their family with their life would get what was coming to them. So without considering how it might come across to everyone else Ouija reached out to wrap his arms around Mars's waist to hug him close. The man was heated and he wasn't certain just what he was capable of but Ouija was holding onto him so that he wouldn't risk trying something really stupid. He didn't want Mars to go on the attack and be named the murderer. That wasn't something he could believe of the passionately speaking man.

"Actually it wouldn't make much sense for them to continue to attack members. A big impact wouldn't be made that way. It is great for getting things started to stir up trouble and get everyone on edge. If whomever it was wanted to do real damage they would go after the leaders and take them out. Without someone to lead and guide things would erupt into total chaos. Everyone would distrust another and start to throw blame around. Quite simply if a riot is what was wanted then you take out those at the top and leave a place without anyone in power to calm anyone down. Dynamics are that you listen to the leader and give them your respect. It is not so for fellow members. You sit on the same level as your fellow member so why should one listen to one of the exact same rank over another?" That was what had happened in the cult. The fall out had happened only after the tribunal had been killed. It was then that blame was casually tossed around. It was also then that he had left. anyone could volunteer to step up and lead but it wouldn't have been the same. Everyone would be fighting for the same spots and just make more of a mess. So if whoever was doing this wasn't just out for sport then it was really Shaw and Skye that needed to worry rather than the rest of the pack.

Skye Collins · 03-29-2011, 08:56 PM

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The normally cheerful and passionate woman had seen much in the past few days - the murder of Shawchert's son had been gruesome and had changed her in some ways. She would never be the same again. She looked out from steely, hard eyes as Shawchert told the pack what was happening and what was going to be done about it. She wasn't surprised that he knew the scent; he had told her, and had informed her of how muddled and confused the scent was. The murderer was good - very good. Skye couldn't recognize the scent either - the murderer was someone who didn't show his face often, and certainly wasn't in the crowd of people before them there. She would search the ends of the earth to find him, however - she would travel a million miles to destroy the evil that had destroyed her friends.

She stared coldly, calculatingly, at Mars as he spoke in an outrage against Shawchert. He spoke of him knowing the scent and not searching for him - even went, even dared to bring up the sensitive topic of Shawchert's own son to him. Before Shawchert could say anything, Skye emerged out from behind him. Her belly was bulging from the pups, but only slightly - one with a perceptive eye could see that she was pregnant, but barely, barely. The fact had only made her more determined to protect her pack from the evil that lurked in the shadows.

Under normal circumstances, she would have been furious - outraged. She would have spit fire, screamed at the man - but not today. Anger, rather than rousing her, had settled coldly and hardly in her stomach, had given her an icy and fearful calm. Behind her cold gaze, however, lie a fire that burned when the Russo man spoke. She stepped forward slowly, deliberately, until she was face to face with the man. She had always been the mild leader - the calm leader, the friendly leader, reserved leader. But now she was facing a member face to face, her tail high and her eyes cold and commanding.

"Do you know how long Shawchert, your leader and your higher ranked, has searched for Orin and his remaining pups?" she asked in a cold and hard voice. It was barely audible, barely perceptible, but she said it loud enough for him to hear. "Do you realize how hard it was to come back and defend his pack, rather than look for them some more? Do you realize, Mars," she hissed, "that the murderer has disappeared? Can be anywhere? Do you realize how dangerous it could be to send someone to leave the pack and potentially get hurt? Do you realize," she said, her voice in the same steely and hard tone, "how hard it is to be leader in a position like this? Shawchert and I are doing everything we possibly can to find the murderer, and it is not your position to question that. Not your position whatsoever, and if you would rather have leaders that don't warn you about what's happening in the pack and aren't doing their absolute best to find the killer, then feel free to join a pack that does." She ended her speech on a low note, one that she didn't enjoy speaking - but it had to be done.

She stepped backwards and turned her gaze from Mars to the entire pack - she took note of Ouija, who also said some words. She looked at the pack, her pack. Cercatori d'Arte. "We founded this pack because of the love of art and creation. Beauty and family." She paused, then continued. "Shawchert and I, as the leaders of the pack, are not magic, nor are we superheroes. But we are the leaders of the pack, and we are doing everything - everything -" she said, fixing her gaze on Mars and Ouija before turning back to the pack - "everything in our power to bring down this monster once and for all. If you do not trust us, if you doubt our love and loyalty to the pack, if you doubt that we, as your leaders, know what we're doing and will continue to do everything in our power to protect you, then feel free to leave now."

She cast her hard eyes on the pack around her - she loved them, she loved every last member of her pack all differently, but when the pack started doubting her and Shaw's control - that was when she drew the line. The pack had to stay together, not fall apart from within. That was the murderer working its evil on the pack, and it made her all the more determined to fight for her family.

Shawchert Menue · 03-29-2011, 09:19 PM

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OOC: Shaw is pissed, and very outraged. :O

Shawchert was not expecting the rage of the quiet bi colored male, but it came, and that rage percieved entirely wrong. Shawchert knew he didn’t know everything. He rose as tall as he could get, though he didn’t move to Mars. His own teeth were showing, a slight growl came from his mouth.

Did you think i was drinking tea and eating cakes while my son’s murderer frolicked around to find another victim? I looked EVERYWHERE FOR THE MURDERER AND MY CHILDREN! I tried to find them I TRIED, I DON’T KNOW WHO IT IS, but once I find out who’s scent it is... I will rip his guts out and feed it to him. I am the leader here. I have done EVERYTHING IN MY POWER THAT I COULD! I can only do so much.

Shawchert growled. He couldn’t believe this, another question over his leadership. He had gotten this from the girls, and then from Ouija, and now from Mars, was he seriously that bad of a leader? He clenched his hands, one of his wounds was now starting to bleed because of his tense muscles but he didn’t care.

You think you could do a better job that what i was able to? I can’t be in ten different areas at the same time. I called this pack meeting to make sure everyone knew what was going on. What little time I did have I came to you to WARN YOU ALL of what was going on and hope it ends today at the latest.

He moved but not at Mars. His part of the meeting was finished. He had to get whoever it was and do what he could. He was outraged at Mars, and at himself. He had barely heard what Skye had said before his outburst. It would have been sooner, and possibly less... dramatic. But holding it, in, being reminded of the past events that had taken place to make him look like a horrible leader, which in many ways he felt he was, but now he couldn’t show that. He had to prove he was a leader, and he would do it now. He stormed away. Letting Skye handle what needed to be done. His pain was dulled by his anger at the whole event. Yes he was going to end it. Now.

Krystalle Horzana · 03-29-2011, 09:53 PM

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Krystalle's out.

She listened, she watched, and she observed in silence as the pack members heard the news given by their leader. For a moment, it seemed calm; for a very, very brief moment. Mars was the first to speak, and the words that came from his lips were unkind. His voice raised, he berated Shawchert, and it seemed to cast a dark cloud above everyone. More shouts came from the crowd. Eventually the leader stormed away; Krystalle couldn't blame her. She simply stood, staring at the rest with wide pink eyes. "Madre de Nao-buja." Her voice was soft beneath the rest of the pack. A white-tipped hand rose to cover her eyes.

"Why are men always so eager to start fights?!" she exclaimed, accusing words directed at the males present. Mars had started it. She knew it had been his fault. Her gaze fell on him, narrowing slightly; it was jealousy that fueled her cold stare. He had left her, but he was so worried about a woman who had fled the pack. Flopped ears fell back against her skull. "'m sure Shawchert's done all he can, Mars! If you think you can do better, go find yourself your own pack!" Defending the male who had been kind to her in the past wasn't difficult; the Russo had been in the wrong. As her mind twisted around the topic, however, more feelings bubbled forth.

"If she's been gone so long, I don't think she's comin' back! Maybe she's dead! Maybe if we find a body, you'll stop thinkin' about her all the time!" Fists clenched, she spun on her heel, fast steps taking her away from the group; she wasn't willing to head home, so she moved toward the entrance to their small town. Shawchert had the right idea. Getting away from the madness was a necessary step.

Sky Rhiannon · 03-29-2011, 10:18 PM

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Rank? What rank? Sky cares not for some silly rank.

Sky at first listened intently as Shawchert began the meeting, announcing the troubles the pack had to face. She nodded along with some of it, keeping her spot just to the side of him, hands folded behind her back and eyes kept low. At home, she was in charge, but in public, he was in every sense the alpha dog. Her attention kept clear and unmasked as he finished up his speech...

Only to be ridiculed by Mars right after. Many pack members jumped to his defense, even young miss Krystalle and the colorful Ouija. Sky, on the other hand, held back any bold words, opting instead to send an ice-cold glare the bi-colored's way. She kept her patience, somehow, and as Shawchert himself defended his claims, she remained perfectly silent.

Sky moved out of Shawchert's way as he stormed off, finished with his outburst. She watched him go, remaining glued to the spot. She listened to the various voices infront of her, and to the side, but no words seemed to reach her. She was more concerned with her mate, and the blood that had leaked out of his still healing wounds.

Then Krystalle mentioned the chances of Orin being dead, and her head snapped up. She watched the girl walk away, ears pinning back. In as stern a tone as she could muster, demanding respect and athority, she locked her eyes over to Mars. "I don't care where she plans on going, Mars. Go with her. We shouldn't be going anywhere alone right now."

Woah, wait, was Sky just giving someone else an order? The deadly serious look in her eyes said yes, and that arguing would be a dangerous choice. Wether or not he followed her 'order', she'd then turn to Skye. "I've set up a medical center in my home. Make sure anyone with injuries comes by so I can tend to them. Anyone with any sort of weakness right now is a liable target for whoever's doing this." Again with the lack of respect for rank! "...and be careful, Skye." She flashed her friend a quick smile, then darted away hurriedly. Stupid men.

Slade Auctor · 03-30-2011, 07:27 AM

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OOC: Slade's out, too. Yes, this was edited.
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And the drama unfolded... Slade listened in silence as Shawchert spoke at first, and he couldn't help but curl his lips in a snarl. He wasn't mad at Shawchert. He was mad at the killer. He had only seen Valinta a few days ago; how could she be wounded right now, with her puppy - oh, god, probably Gunnar, one of the more decent puppies Slade had met - killed? The murderer, whoever he was, had a lot of nerve, killing the leader's puppy and two innocent wolves. Like any good leader should, Shawchert must have been trying his best. Slade had never seen Shawchert so emotional. It almost hurt to see Cercatori d'Arte's brave, strong leader in bandages, trying to lead a pack and get over the death of his son.

By the end of the speech, Slade was infuriated at the thought of someone doing something so horrible. Whoever the killer was, he obviously wasn't here; if Shawchert had the scent and couldn't match it to a face, then there was also a huge possibility that the murderer was fairly new to the pack. Slade's mind was reeling, but his thoughts were shattered as soon as Mars spoke.

Mars hadn't struck Slade as the type of guy who talked a lot, based on Mars' calm demeanor during the snowstorm, but the bicolor male had a lot to say now. For a split second, especially when an unfamiliar male added his input, Slade could almost agree... almost. Even though Mars was backed up by some calmer, maybe even reasonable words, Slade's mind became a whirlwind of fury. Oh, so if Mars knew what to do, and if Mars wanted Shawchert to do something and thought it wasn't being done, why didn't Mars step up? Huh? The bicolor male's hospitality during the snowstorm was all but forgotten. What the hell was wrong with him, especially the male that was next to him, who seemed like he agreed?

Of course, their words roused the leadership as well, though Slade could hardly hear Skye's words. His focus now was all on Shawchert. If Shawchert wasn't going to stand up for this, Mars might be right. Just as Slade knew, fortunately, Shawchert wasn't willing to go down without a fight... even though he did storm away from the scene. Whatever. He was probably going to look for the murderer. So be it. Now there was more reason to catch the killer: protecting the pack and proving Mars terribly wrong.

Krystalle didn't look particularly happy about it all, either, and she had her own little outburst towards Mars. Slade didn't really know what she was talking about, mostly because he wasn't listening, but that was what Mars deserved.

Slade noticed that the meeting was starting to disassemble, and that he should probably leave as well. Right now all he wanted to do was start a fight; with the murderer, with Mars, with just about anyone who had ever ticked him off. If he stayed, and Mars decided to start shouting again, there was no telling what he would do. He just couldn't believe that there were canines in the world that were so blatantly rude.

He was still fuming as he shrank back into the shadows, slipping out quietly and trying to remain unnoticed. So much drama... he didn't mind it in stories, but in reality it was much worse. He didn't care if being alone made him a prime target. He was just going to leave and take his mind off of the insanity....

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 03-31-2011, 12:20 AM

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OOC: Mars is out Tongue +7

Strong arms would pull him in an embrace from behind, by a man that Mars knew as a friend, but it did make Mars uncomfortable that this had been happening. It was weird to him, and he had almost struggled at first, but relaxed when he was in the embrace (if only because hugs were something that Mars could do). Mars also felt the cold gazes of every woman in the room. He didn't give a flying fuck. They could stare holes in his face all they wanted to. Mars felt empowered with his voice right now, and they could deal with it. His hackles were still standing up on his back as he stood there. Only one dared to approach him closer. Skye whispered stupid words to him. Asking him why he didn't stand up. Why he hadn't done anything. She tried to tell him that Shawchert did all he could. No. No. Shawchert didn't. Why would he go and search for Orin and his children by himself? If he believed in togetherness and all the bullshit he tried to push on the pack, then he would have the pack helping him find their missing member, one of their beloved writers that had been wronged and then chased from where she once felt safe. It was bullshit, and Mars saw through it with his hardheaded self. His breathing slowed, his body relaxed. He became much calmer within the moments he had finally spoke his mind and now. Mars nodded his head to Ouija, who let him go then and the husky man had stood as straight as he could. He showed no fear when the woman leader had come closer, no. .She was still talking to him and then Shaw had went off and said some things about how Mars didn't know how much he had been looking. Mars rolled his steel eyes behind his dark sunglasses and he lifted his lips to show his fangs to his leader once more. He obviously wasn't looking hard enough if the bastard was still in the lands.

Mars said nothing. Believe it or not but Mars had nothing to say to any of them right now, not because he was speechless, but only because he found that there was no one who thought the same as he besides the larger painted king, Ouija. Mars didn't care if he was backed up either, he just wanted to let others know that there was nothing that was being done at the present moment, and Mars did not believe that Shaw left his throne to look for his kids. Wouldn't there be a whole posse of CdAers out there right now looking for Orin, Titania, and Juliet. Mars didn't believe it. He watched everyone afterward. He put an unemotional line on his face again when Shaw left and then Krystalle had something to say to him. Angry words were directed towards him, and then she stormed out. Mars almost felt a part of him leaving with her, and he took a small step in her direction before Sky and her big fat mouth had to tell him something. Everyone was telling him things, and he definitely was not handling it right now. The man actually turned his head so fast towards the woman, that it almost looked as if he would break his neck with the action, but he obviously didn't and he lifted his lips to reveal his sharp canines to the woman. Don't you ever, EVER tell me what to do like that! the man snarled, at the woman, some spit included for the expression of rage he held from behind his sunglasses. There would have been an almost murderous look that would come over his face after he had told her not to tell him what to do. I'm not fucking stupid, I came with her, I'm leaving with her. he snarled, his hackles on end again. She had no right to tell him to go after her. Don't think you are all high and mighty, Sky. Fuck you and your high chair. the man snarled before he turned right then and ran after Krystalle. He had other things to deal with than that bitch, and he had nothing else to say to her either. She shouldn't have tried to order the tri-colored man around. Mars didn't like it, and he let her know as bluntly as he could. Now she could sit there and think about that. He didn't stay for her to way anything that would reach his ears. He tuned everything out but Krystalle Horzana, The beautiful Californian that loved him with all of her heart.

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