Act I: Taking Action

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POSTED: Thu Jan 08, 2015 2:24 pm

449 OOC — Thanks for volunteering all! Let’s see how far we can get on this before the 13th (shouldn’t be a lengthy thread), the closest to almost wrapping up the better. I’ll be pushing things ahead post-wise/skipping ahead if the last reply in the thread has gone unanswered for 2 days...so relatively freeform posting order. Jumping straight into things, this takes place immediately after this thread and it is assumed your character has already heard the announcement/is present. Also assuming date-wise this all is happening either on Jan. 11 or 12.

He hadn’t wanted to believe it at first, but Lucia, nor anyone else who had actually seen and felt the evil spirit, had no reason to lie. Altair even had to admit that things had started feeling strange, almost electrically charged in the woods really… basically, just bad. The sounds and smell of prey had begun to diminish over time and it was hard to shake the sinister vibe he felt when tracking close to the Evergreen Haunt. Hunting had become progressively harder and slim pickings, and it wasn’t just because the Dawn lands were now covered in snow.

It had to be something else, and he’d been ignoring all the strange and fantastical signs for far too long. Spirits--ghosts, or whatever they were, existed. The Beta knew he could no longer deny sighting the stag, even if at the time he chalked it up to a lack of sleep or something he’d eaten. His sisters had been with him when that happened, and though they didn’t talk about it, what were the chances that all three of them had gotten into some bad meat and were seeing things?

He shook the memory, nodding after Raeka had spoken and watching as Lucia disappeared into the throng of the gathered pack. Lucia had been nervous for this, afraid of what he and the rest of the pack might say to her, but somehow… and probably hugely due to the fact that his first litter had been recently welcomed into the world and he’d not risk their lives for anything, he agreed with her and decided to help her bring her words of caution and advice to the alphas. At a loss for how to remedy the current spiritual situation, they too accepted what seemed to be their only option, and now they were here, and everyone knew.

Altair had agreed the night prior to take point on moving the bones, the faster this was done, the better, and he’d be able to get back to his family. While the safety of Fayne’s birthing den and the two new occupants were mainly on his mind, Altair could never shirk his duties, he looked after everyone in his own way, and this was just another task to carry out. Stepping forward after the Alphess was finished, he addressed the crowd. I will need help moving the bones back to the sea. Anyone who is able and willing, please step forward now. Thankfully returned to his lupus form after the last forced shift, the massive male sat back on his haunches and waited to see whom he’d be running with to the beach.


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POSTED: Sat Jan 10, 2015 2:43 pm


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If there was one thing Lyris could trust, it was her eyes and her own sense.

Years of honing her sight, hearing, and smell left little to be desired, and often she was first to see something. Due to such a fact, the Warden was not inclined to believing without seeing. So when rumors had started to rise of odd things going on in the territory, she snorted. If she hadn’t seen anything, then it must just be paranoia or a trick of the mist. But it didn’t take long for her to move out on her next hunting expedition within New Dawn, and for her to see something she couldn’t explain. She’d never doubted the things she’d seen before, but she’d found herself doing just that. Maybe it was a trick of the mist; a faint fog had coated the trees that day. But after moments of contemplating, she knew such was wishful thinking. There was something lurking in the forest, and it was angry. Lyris now grudgingly believed such, because the facts added up. Besides, she was certain it was scaring off the prey. That hunt, she’d been only able to snag a skinny old rabbit, and nothing more.

Besides, if anyone was liable to feel something wrong in the lovely, deep and dark woods, it was she. At first the unnerving prickle on the back of her spine she had just put off to lasting discomfort from that Ball she’d gone to earlier- she’d been on edge ever since, trying to make sense of exactly what had happened- but eventually it became clear she was not the source. The atmosphere was darker, the breeze silent, and the usual chittering noises of animals simply gone. This was not normal; her haven to escape had lost its blissful glow, and now she found herself approaching the woods less and less.

When Lucia had stepped forward and presented her solution, Lyris considered. She’d often tried to think up of a way to remove the haunting spirit which had undoubtedly taken the form of one of those beautiful whales from the ocean. But everything she thought of was silly and would undoubtedly fail, so she took to the silence, hoping somebody would come up with something. She was not inclined to be creative. But the young female’s idea seemed as good as any, and Lyris would do almost anything to restore the peace to her snow-laden forest. So once Altair had stood and announced a plan of action, the Stryder paused for only a second before removing herself from the crowd. With careful steps through the snow, she sat beside, but slightly behind, the Beta, scarred face high as she scanned the rest of New Dawn to see who would come along.

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POSTED: Wed Jan 14, 2015 1:24 am

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There was absolutely no way in hell that Ciara believed in ghosts. There had been a strange sensation lingering in the woods, making her on edge as she did her daily patrols in a certain area, but she chalked it up to instinct. Something was going to come for New Dawn, she knew that, but to think it was some other-worldly spirit just didn’t make sense to her. She paid no attention to human writings as others did and didn’t quite believe the stories. As far as the Epsilon was concerned there was a threat and, as always, she would be there to help them deal with it.

Whatever it was had scared away their prey and therein pissed off the mottled female, making her irritable and blood-thirsty to take care of this problem so things could return to normal. The hoohaa about removing the bones had her inwardly rolling her eyes but if that was the first step in handling the problem, she’d be on board. Perhaps it would frighten off the cougar or grizzly, or whatever real threat was truly causing all of these issues. So when Altair called for those willing to help to step forward, she wasted no time putting her paw up and advancing on her adopted son.

The beach was familiar to Ciara, mostly all beaches in the New Dawn territory were, as she had a peculiar obsession with the sea. Its scent clung to her fur constantly, and she was not nervous about returning to the ocean again. Even if Lucia’s plan seemed more than a little crazy, if Altair was good with it, she would be too. When Lyris stepped forward Ciara glanced towards her and gave her fellow Epsilon a nod. She then sat on her haunches near Altair, glancing at the crowd and watching to see who next would join them. They would need at least another wolf or two to move the massive bones.

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POSTED: Sat Jan 24, 2015 1:47 am

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Vuk liked to believe he had a deep spiritual connection to the land, especially back where he had been born. The land had been an extension of his body and senses and he had used it almost as a friend, asking for its help and guidance. Even in one as unfamiliar as this he had sensed its deep roots, and the unhappy soul that inhabited it. Unlike his sisters he had listened avidly at his mother's explanation of ghosts and spirits and believed most of what she had told him. He saw no reason to doubt her always unfaltering logic and reason. When he had come upon the creature himself, it had only cemented his belief. Both the whale and the stag had appeared to him, at different times. The tendrils of unease had crept through the forest as the creature's spirit had grown even more restless and it had taken to tormenting clan members.

Everglade eyes watched as his niece took to the stage, her small frame the center of attention. Her idea had merit and certainly couldn't harm them any further. A frown pulled down on his muzzle as she slunk off as soon as she was done speaking. Solemnly he stepped forwards too, joining the group of wolves already assembled to assist in the task. His eyes washed over the two females, smiling briefly at both of them, and then his nephew who he gave a slight nod to. He settled down on his rump, looking back over the rest of the assembled wolves. One more detached himself from the main group and too padded up, sitting besides Vuk in contemplative silence. The two males caught eyes and Vuk gave a strained smile before turning to look at Altair who seemed to be leading this ensemble.

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POSTED: Sat Jan 24, 2015 2:52 am

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The summons had come all of a sudden. Altair's voice cutting the air not too far away from where he was laid resting himself. Concern furrowed his brows and Callum got to his feet, shaking the leaves and snow from his pelt. Large paws carried him quickly towards the denning area, his vivid eyes on the look out for his sons and for Veyra. His children were quickly found and rounded up to keep them out of trouble, then his mate was spotted and he made his way with his following squad of boys. The pack gathered together, a mass of bodies, and the scent of warm fur and the familiar were as soothing as they were overwhelming. Vaguely he realized that Lucia was not among the assembled. The Beta Amarok left and soon returned with her, the Delta looking at them all with widened eyes before she composed herself and stepped forwards.

Her words washed over him, striking somewhere deep inside as she spoke of the spirit that had been troubling New Dawn. He had been quick to scoff at the whispered rumors -- the hunt had taken place before he had even come to live in the pack, why were things just now happening? Then his own boys had come back with first-hand tales, which made it personal. Further, more and more of the pack began to report a malicious angry spirit. They couldn't all be delirious or mad. His frown deepened. Almost as soon as she was finished Lucia disappeared from sight and Callum tried to find her with his pumpkin eyes in vain. Sometimes he worried about her.

Now Raeka and Altair took the attention, both speaking of the plan to remove the whale's remains from the beach and Callum hesitated as he watched Ciara and Lyris step forwards, and then the large Amarok, Vuk. His sense of duty overrode any apprehension he had and he too stood and left his family to join those at the front, ready to protect and serve as always.

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POSTED: Tue Jan 27, 2015 2:54 pm

501 OOC — One more post from ya’ll and this should be done. PP’ing movement to the beach just to speed things up.

Some were skeptical, he could see it in their eyes, and he couldn’t blame them. It was something he hadn’t wanted to believe himself, but he was proud nonetheless of his pack mates who stepped forward. Dipping his head to each brave soul, he shared a brief smirk with those gathered; Lyris, Ciara, Vuk, and lastly, Callum. The remains are on the northern shore, washed up by the rocks there, he explained, waiting only a few moments longer to see if anyone else would be joining their party. Satisfied with his volunteering brethren, mostly composed of his last rank Epsilon, Altair nodded his head once more and took to athletically leaping down from the gathering rock, glancing back with a whip of his tail to make sure they knew to follow him. In the crowd dispersing above, he caught a quick glimpse from Raeka, hoping his own gaze could convey the hopes he had for this mission. They’d eradicate this “evil spirit” once and for all.

The trip through the snow dusted lands was swift, Altair chose paths that had been beaten down by his pack brothers’ and sisters’ paws. The going was easy, the sounds of a rolling gray ocean soon filling his ears, quickly followed by the sea salt bouquet of the beach. In the winter, there was a strange cold bite to each breath, it wasn’t full of sunlight and sweetness like the spring or summertime. Melancholy really...a bit desolate. He ignored this strange sense, traipsing headlong over the frozen dunes until his paws leveled out on loose sand and snow. He snorted once, his snout pointing towards the semi-bleached skeleton littering a small jetty not too far away. What hadn’t been picked clean by the skyward scavengers yet, remained weathered and gray, wrapped stubbornly around decaying bone.

It won’t be pretty, but let’s get it done. Altair instructed, jogging over to skeletal structure and using his paws and jaw to tear and break off part of the whale’s rib cage. It didn’t taste right on his tongue, different from the other types of carrion he’d unearthed and taken a quick meal from, the orca’s flavor was all wrong. He mentally shrugged this off, attempting to keep his tongue from the grayish green bit of bone in his mouth as he awkwardly dragged the large piece back into the ocean. The first wave stole his breath away, surely seizing his heart in it’s icy grip as he dropped his burden. Quick to pick it up, he tried ignoring the sharp lances of seeping cold, practically galloping into the surf until his front paws slipped down the shelf of the undertow. This was far enough, the ocean would do the rest and suck the bones back out to sea.

Racing back to the crystallized dry land of the beach, he shook his thick coat and returned to the task, mentally preparing himself for another polar plunge.


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POSTED: Wed Jan 28, 2015 2:34 pm

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He didn't yet know New Dawn as well as he should have in truth. For a while he had stayed close to his sister and her family just glad to be reunited again with his litter mate. The choice to leave his family behind and start a new life had been a hard one but Vuk had felt the pull to leave for several years now and only his loyalty to his traveling family and his parent's failing health had kept him with them otherwise he would have left to find his own female and start a pack of his own more than likely. If the war had not happened then Vuk might have never seen his sister again or met his nieces and nephews.

He followed Altair, not saying much to the other volunteers and keeping mostly to himself in a fit of self reflection. His eyes taking in the landscape as they moved through it and marking things down on his mental map of the area, a peculiar looking tree or cluster of bushes, of course everything did look different in winter to summer and with a blanket of snow on the ground.

He smelled the corpse of the dead sea creature before he even caught sight of it, the ripe stench of decay and rot mixed in with the salt of the sea was a heady cocktail and he snorted, shaking his head in a futile attempt to rid himself of the stink. Grabbing holf of a collection of smaller bones held together by rotting skin Vuk felt the nausea rise in his throat as he carried them into the surf, sucking in a breath at the freezing cold of the water. Following Altair's example he took the bones out far enough that the current would wash them away before leaping out of the cold water and shook himself of the water, unable to stop the instinctive need to get dry. Going back again for more boned, the scent of the carcass in his nose and mouth he felt the need to find a pile of snow and bury himself in it until he couldn't smell or taste it anymore.

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The ripple of hesitation that spread throughout the congregated pack members was brief. Soon enough, bodies began to detach from the crowd, taking the form of familiar faces. As the Dawners stepped forward, Lyris was pleased to realize she knew each and every one of them, more or less. Vuk, she had recently helped to drive off a coyote with, Callum she had spoken to with Asgeir, Altair she had shared the secrets of suddenly having hands when one was not used to as much, and Ciara- well, she knew her name and face. As each stepped up to volunteer, Lyris gave an acknowledging nod, but not more. She did not enjoy small talk, and certainly would not initiate it. Luckily, none of the others did, either, and the trip to the beach was peaceful and quick. She could only imagine what they must have looked like to outsiders, should any be nearby. A line of Lupus wolves, nose to tail, running in unison towards a set destination. The feeling of running with a group, however small or how brief a time, brought a flash of a smirk to Lyris's scarred face. This was one of the reasons she had ever joined New Dawn in the first place- for the feeling that came with being feral, and understanding that this was put in her code, which was a reason it came so naturally.

The beach had that ocean chill that came when cold and water were mixed, and smelled like brine and rotting meat. As the group came to a slower trot towards the carcass, the huntress couldn't help but wrinkle her nose, if only for a moment. The smell was certainly not one she enjoyed, and she was sure she wouldn't enjoy this task, either- but it was a fact she soon got over, for she had been through much worse ordeals. She stepped up behind Altair and Vuk, choosing a rib bone she decided would be her task. With some creative pushing and pulling, the bone detached from the rest of the rib cage alongside a loud crack, and Lyris began hauling it towards the ocean. Her first steps were cold, and she stopped, regaining her breath that had been taken with the cold. The process was slow and freezing, but eventually the Warden managed to drag the massive bone out to the surf, where she was sure the waters would have the strength to drag it back to where it had come from. Licking her teeth to try and rid them of the rotting taste the clinging meat had provided, Lyris began her second trip back towards the orca's remains, determined to do all she could to help remove the carcass. She would take a long, cold bathe in the river once the task was finished, but it would do nothing to cleanse out what was now lurking in her blood.

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POSTED: Thu Jan 29, 2015 6:51 pm

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Her paws cut quickly through the snow and then sand as she went with her pack towards the bones. She was silent as she walked, especially when the scent struck her in the nose full on and made her cringe. A snort was the only thing that left her, and she shook her head to clear her nose of the smell as Altair disturbed the bones in favour of dragging them towards the ocean. The others did the same and she was not one to lag behind. Ciara moved towards the stinking, rotting bones and leaned down to take one, trying to avoid the rotted meat.

She worked hard, load after load of dragging bones into the ocean so the waves could take them away. The bones were heavy and difficult to carry, leaving her muscles aching and her jaw sore by the time it was all over. She yawned, stretching the tendons in her jaw and glancing around at her pack mates, giving them a nod. The job was done, the bones were cleared and all she wanted to do was get a drink of water to clear this off her tongue.

When it was clear they were free to go, Ciara turned and sprinted, heading towards a river she knew in the woods not far from the shore. Nausea rested in her gut and she was trying to get to the water without vomiting, managing to make it and wash the rotted flesh from her tongue before it could make her retch. She drank in the crisp, cool and fresh water and it felt like heaven. She figured the ordeal was over and the pack would be free of the silly curse, if it existed, but she was wrong. None of the wolves knew then of the sickness that would befall them, and the losses it would bring.

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