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WC:543 | Pts: 10+5 – Sorry it took so long >.< If you want to backdate it or anything, just send me a PM and let me know !


Axelle had visited this area before, but never the actual village, and she remembered seeing a familiar pack mate there once. She couldn’t recall names, but she remembered their horse becoming uncomfortable in her presence. Maybe she just had that effect; she knew she caused it in many others too – horses and wolves alike. Axelle just didn’t care how she made others feel; she did what she wanted and that was all that mattered to her.

The playground was situated next to a broken statue, one that gave Axelle the chills once she passed by it. It's gentle, perfect face was detached from the rest of its body, which was covered with flowing stone clothes. The statue's pale eyes stared up at the sky for all eternity, and her tired, stone arm rested on the ground next to the rest of her pieces. Axelle continued on, seeing a few rather interesting-looking contraptions. It was a human playground, one of which she had never seen. The equipment was rusty and peeling. The contraption groaned with protest when she pushed the merry-go-round. Axelle's eyes lit up as she walked through the old patchy wood chips - some of them sticking her paw pads, but not enough to distract her from the treasure she found.

She continued to weave through the children's rides, touching and pushing each one. Some of the peeling paint flaked off and fell to the ground as she slid her hand across a raised seesaw. She pushed it down and realized the concept. Then she pulled it back up. Seemed fun. Then she moved toward the merry-go-round. She sat on one of the raised metal seats and tested her weight on the ancient ride before letting her feet push off of the ground. It swung around with a loud groan, and Axelle could hear years worth of rust crunch off as it made its first round. She kicked off the floor again, making herself go faster. Then again, laughing and having a grand old time by herself. She positioned herself on the seat, using another seat as a leg rest. She got comfortable and became drowsy as she watched the tops of the few trees in the area spin around. She was in the perfect position to take a nap, and even though it wasn't really that comfortable, it would work for a small nap. She crouched down as much as she could on the small metal seats, without falling off, and closed her eyes.

After she had been sleeping for about twenty minutes, she was able to sink into an even deeper sleep. Colorful dreams whirled around in her head and a faint smile appeared on her sleeping face. The dreams were too blurry to make out, but she knew her mate had been somewhere in there. Malakai, the soon to be, love of her life. She could see herself making pups with him one day, if she wasn’t carrying them already. She hadn’t felt any signs as of late, so she doubted. The faint smile on her lips grew bigger as she continued to dream about him. She wished he was there laying with her in the back of her mind, but he was right before her in her dreams.



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WC: ??? OOC: It's all good. Smile


The sky churned in its pigments of blue-grays, not quite settling on a specific hue, just shifting without rule. It appealed to her as she gazed up at it, the billows of white drifting across her oculars in a reflection. She was grateful to have found her way out of the caverns and had been hiking for some time. She was a little thirsty and out of breath but otherwise okay, she was taking this little break mostly to appreciate the openness of her new home. The city was confining, more mentally than physically. All was tame and easy, so relaxing that she feared never knowing hardness, never quite experiencing life or danger--and that terrified her. Her tail had been involuntarily wagging on her entire trip here and she wondered what she'd come across next.

With a soft sigh she rose to her paws, glanced around, picked a direction, and then set off at a brisk trot. She walked until she hit a cleared plot of land, a large human-made structure rising in the midst of it. Her ears slid forwards in a perk as she examined it from a far, slowly closing in on it, practically crawling. It gave off a muggy and stale odor, the stench of decay and disuse. Another scent marred it, one that was familiar but in the same breath very foreign. Her head snapped sharply in the direction from which is manifested, eyes narrowing on a figure she did not know. It was a wolf, like she, but strangely colored. Black on one half, white on the other. It was perplexing and unique. She ached to investigate this structure, but also wanted to identify this new being. Her digited-paws moved to grapple the shell of a pocket knife, nail pushing on one end to flip the cold, jagged metal blade outward. She sank back into the trees, walking in the shadows towards the canine. Her paws fell silently, one after the other, and she could feel her muscles tensing with anxiety, her breath hitching as she aimed to be as elusive as possible.


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WC:359 | Pts: 3 – Italics is her dream .


Images of Kai swirled around in her mind. His handsome face always lightened up her mood, no matter how angry or sad she was. Even when she caught him stalking her, she was still happy to see him. His yellow eyes watched her from the small distance between them. ”Why are you all the way over there, Kai?” Just as he was about to answer, they both heard a twig snap. Both their heads turned to the noise… The smile on her lips stayed for a while, but faded once she came back to reality. She still laid there with her eyes closed, though not in the deep sleep was in before. The echo of the faintest of sounds had her eyes flying open. It was the same kind of sound she heard in her dream. Footsteps. A set of them. The black and white Marbas quickly sat up and scanned the trees. She couldn’t see any movement, but she could still hear the weak sounds of someone lurking in the trees. ”Who’s out there?” Now, being a Marbas, this was her job to scope out trespassers. If it were a fellow pack mate, there would be no reason to stalk in the trees. The Anathema smell would’ve been evident on both of them. The smell was faint on the other, just like everything else she could sense about them. Faint everything.

Axelle got up, and grabbed the small dagger from its sheath wrapped around her ankle. Her eyes now more alert than ever. She scanned the trees, and noticed the subtlest of movements. A loud growl emitted from her throat and the knife moved from her side to in front of her, not that she needed it. It was more for the threat than anything. ”Show yourself!” Her hackles were now standing on edge; she was ready for whoever this was that was lurking. Now that she knew where the footsteps were coming from, she kept her eyes locked the other’s form. They would not leave out of her sight, and if they would, she would chase them and eventually catch them. Then they would be in a situation.



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WC: ??? OOC: Sorry for taking so long! D':


The wolf woke, which startled her. She came to a dead halt, just observing. When a knife was pulled her breathing stopped altogether. She never encountered any hostile threat, or any threat at all really. She had wrestled when she was growing up, but that was harmless play. Now things could get nasty if she didn't make it clear that she wasn't an opponent, but a comrade. She slid the bulk of the pocketknife into her mouth. Reaching up into the nearest tree, she hoisted herself into it, poised on the thickest of branches. She used all four paws to bring herself higher into the tree, never farther from the trunk than she had to be, for it supported her better and the branches shifted much less. Once she was a good 6 feet off the ground she hunched against the trunk, snatching the knife from her jaws and then launching it out into the open, watching it spin and twirl, eventually landing and embedding itself in the ground a few yards from the other wolf. "What fool do you mistake me for? Toss your weapons and I'll come out," she chided, voice clearly hurt but at the same time inviting. She didn't recognize the female at all, but she seemed pretty unimtimidating, perhaps even aloof. She decided not to underestimate her, for that could prove to be a fatal mistake. She began to wonder what might happen if the female did not discard her weapon. She wondered if she had a chance of getting away. Granted, her long legs and speed were an advantage, but she didn't really know the land's layout, which was a crushing disadvantage. She silently chastised herself for being to stupid and naive.


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WC:330 | Pts: 3 – Ooc. .


Axelle relied on her ears when she could no longer see movement in the trees. The flinging sound of a knife had her alert and her eyes snapped to it as soon as it embedded into the ground a few feet away from her. The Marbas snarled. Surely, the other didn’t know the rules of Anathema. ”I wouldn’t have to draw my weapon if you weren’t stalking me! I’m a friend to you; we’re in the same pack. There’s no need for you to be hunting me like an elk!” Axelle eyed the knife still stuck in the ground, but she didn’t lower her own. She had no intentions of using it, but the female, wherever she was, crossed the line already. Axelle, being the second level of the warrior tier, would protect herself no matter what – even if it was against her own neighbor.

She lowered the knife from in front of her, but did not put it away. She didn’t trust the other, even though she automatically should have. It was just the way she did things. Axelle felt like she was somewhere where she wasn’t supposed to be, with others stalking her and watching for a chance to attack. The two-toned warrior didn’t have any intentions of fighting the female, since that would most likely have her put on unnecessary punishment, but she was threatened by the other. ”I will not put down my weapon until you show me you’re really part of the pack.” She wanted to see the scar on the other’s hand. The scar from the joining ritual either Alaki or Naniko gave her – not until then, would she put down her weapon and welcome the female. Something felt weird about the other – like she was hiding something. It seemed like she wasn’t supposed to be here, but the scent that came off of her told Axelle a completely different story. It was just the female’s actions that confused the hell out of her.



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