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- Phasma Kiles - 01-19-2008 [html]
Unfortunately, it's time for Phasma to go. I don't have the will to play her any longer and nor can I keep up with the amount of characters that I currently have. New jobs suck that way.
indentIt was odd, really, how life seemed to work. The raven woman had been walking peacefully through the lands early, content with her new life and finally pleased with the way that things worked. There was no stress here, nothing to cause her worry, and even now she had come to terms with the things that had happened previously in her life. There was a peace in the heart of the aging lady, one that she hadn't expected to ever come. [/html] - Fatin Kali - 01-20-2008 [html]
- Valentine Valiant - 01-21-2008 Very sad indeed. [html] There was a certain chill in the air that the young Valiant could not shake on that particular day. A chill that the philosopher in him would have recognised to be the touch of death laying a heavy blanket down to smother the selfishness that had crept into their skins. Where he had been for a considerable part of the loosely timed day hadn't mattered when he had heard such a poignant sound that struck hard and fast into the marrow of his bones. It drew him swiftly from where he had been, the chill following him tightly like a vice. Logically, he knew that death was always just a stone's throw away from their daily lives. They always went through a selfish phase of flailing through five steps of learning to let go. But he missed the first few without even realising it.[/html] - Deuce Rhiannon - 01-21-2008 [html] - Legacy Kali - 01-21-2008 [html] A restless spirit could well have taken possession of this small girl, who was chasing snowflakes at the time. Frenzied, as if the faster and more out of breath she could become the more sense everything made. The pained cries had her skidding to a stop, and her heart skipped a beat. That was Fatin's voice - her mother was suffering. Terrified, she dashed for the entrance and downwards, slowing with each step as she felt a deeper cold than ever before douse her very bones. The shock of arriving at the tragic scene took her a stage at a time. Her mother was right there in the firelight; why was no one trying to help, if she was hurt? This was another kind of pain, she understood, but how so - what was this heartache? Then, eyes settling on the dark and still figure, the little wolf gasped in horror. What had happened here, she would have wondered - but Phasma was already gone. Nothing else mattered to her any more. Legacy had not known her well, but the woman had been here helping to lead this pack for a short while, she had been admired, loved, she was part of the family. Fatin had loved her so much, and the teary-eyed wolf's anguish distressed Legacy still further. Her own tears brimmed as she reached a paw to touch her mother's arm, though she didn't know whether she could be of any comfort. - Lucifer - 01-21-2008 If it wasn't bad enough for him to lose Shadow and then to lose his own children, he was having thoughts about leaving his mate, he would have much time to maw that over. Hunting always gave him a reason not to be around her, not to be around any one, to live out in the lands, and sleep in the lands only coming in to drop off food, He hadn't wanted to be seen by any one, nor did he stop to find any one, every thing was fine wasn't it? Deuce was allowed to drink her misery away, while he worked his misery away. It what every strong male should do wasn't it? Today he had made a drop off, and now he was going though the food pile, pulling out last day's kill and adding to more. He was going to have to have a new thread with the new Jager, and teach him about the pile and the system that he had worked into it. The black male looked to the pile, it was slowly getting better, after the pack hunt the members where filled for a few days, it made the male happy to see that things where starting to look up for the pack. Hearing the howl the male knew it couldn't be happy....the sound of the female leader voice stated otherwise. The male left the pile, unsorted for the first time since taking on the rank. Seeing the gathering he didn't want to know, but it nagged him till he moved to see the black mother of his laying there dead....he was floored, as he sat down. Yet again he was with out a mother, both of them where now dead. - Endymion Russo - 01-21-2008 [html] - Kieran Heartsong - 01-22-2008 [html]
It was an unexpected call, one that had shocked Kieran out of his peaceful day dreaming. He had been laying quietly within his den, looking over his collected trinkets and trying to decide what to do with his spare time. Suddenly the pained cry echoed through the halls of the pack cavern, causing him to leap to his feet with concern. It was from their leader, a single announcement of her distress. Quickly, he made his way through the winding caves, worry speeding up his movements. The sight that greeted him was a somber one. A few of his pack mates had already gathered around the fire, each one with a touch of sadness on their features. His hurried pace had slowed, subdued the atmosphere. He stopped as he reached the gathering, eyes finding the motionless figure Fatin held. Kieran inhaled quickly, revealing his shock as he realized what had happened. Phasma, the beta he had never gotten to know, had passed on. He lowered his gaze, whispering a nearly silent farewell to the lady. - Tayui Aston - 01-25-2008 [html] [/html] - Tristan Nakado - 02-01-2008 [html] http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/1926/tristtabyb8.png) no-repeat scroll center bottom; width: 325px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(124, 25, 20); text-align: justify;"> [/html]
Noise, the instinctual sense of something gone, and Tristan soon found the cause of the commotion. The majority of the pack, the majority he did not know, was gathered around the body of a female he had not so long ago found a friend in. Tristan remained behind the crowd, silent, and after a moment turned and left. This family was not his—he felt, even now, a definitive wall. As an outsider, he had no right to insert himself in this private affair. |