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Ookami's player is back, and is leaving the pack..dated for after Ookami leaves.

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Adonia wasn't one for make many decisions, so when she made the decision to end her and Ookami's mateship it was a big decision, even bigger for a wolfdog that didn't like to make decisions. Ookami left the lands, he wasn't in their den..and his freshest scent went out of the borders. She figured it was her fault. Her ears went back tight and she sniffled back the pain. Her heart was aching, and the pain wouldn't go away. This pain was strong...very strong. She felt the urge to run again, run as far as she could go. Let her legs go. Adonia could feel that her body was in so much pain. She didn't sleep well, she didn't eat since she broke it off with Ookami. What was wrong with her!?


She didn't want to feel this way, maybe she did make that mistake. That one big regret in her life. Was she in love? Or was she just missing him because of the lack of having someone? A body to lean against? In this case she should return to the pack den. This is what she was going to do tonight. Sleep in the pack den.


All this time she walked aimlessly through the packlands, ignoring any hunger or thirst that hit her. She was too upset to hunt, and she was too lost in her mind to stop moving. If she didn't fear meeting Amy at the moment she would've left the packlands on her random walks by now. But the moment the scent of the pack left her nose, she turned around finding the scent and continuing to walk through the pack...



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Word Count :: 307 OOC: Since we discussed threading figured i would steal your AW Big Grin

Jiva was in a great mood, he was these days, life was well for him, though he knew not for the pack as a whole, but this was to be expected when they wanted the head of the woman who kept attacking poor Fayne. He was resting near the den today wondering if he should make sure Palaydrian was taking things slow and steady. He was worried enough for her as she was full of puppy and even though she was barely halfway through it he wanted her to take it easy. But there was no stopping her from going to her garden and it was a way for her to get away. He decided against it and knew she wouldn’t do too much and she knew her limits. He just couldn’t help but worry for the woman who carried his puppies inside him.

His attention on his mate was lost when he saw Adonia come into view. His ears went back at the sight of her. She was skinny, far too skinny for a well fed pack. He stood up, finding that he was taking to his optime form as once again Palaydrian could not change, for fear of her pups and he was one to keep his oaths and make her feel comfortable, comfortable enough to stay in his optime unless he was hunting. He still preferred his lupine form but opposable thumbs were wonders to behold. He moved toward the woman and though it was clear she was sad, he was not entirely in the loop of things, which he should be if he was to be more a part of this pack. “Pack sister, what is the matter?” He asked a worried look on his face, to let her know he saw her pain and it worried him dearly.


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Tharin

Family. Duty. Honor.

Word Count→ 000 OOC: Bria is awesome!


He was feeling much better now, hardly a limp at all in his form. Tharin's tail wagged behind him, though he had been gravely disappointed to learn that Saki would remain crippled for the rest of her life. How would she be able to live with it? He strode through the dens, tail swaying when he picked up Adonia's scent. Several times. She'd been pacing. Nose to the ground he followed it along, searching for the most fresh scent. He wondered what had sent her to pacing like that.


The large wolf lifted his head as Jiva's voice spoke out, worried. That wasn't good. He picked up his pace the best that he could, working on reaching the area. The sight that he beheld was horrible. Adonia had lost weight. Too much weight. What happened? Was Ookami missing again? He would have to hunt the wolf down and bring him back. Didn't he realize how much he meant to Adonia? She was always so worried over him. He stood tall, waiting for the explanation with a grave expression on his face.


Family comes first.

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oh goodness little shy Adonia doesn't know what to do with herself XD She's so submissive x.x

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Her mind was fogged, lost in a tidal wave of emotions that fed her one truth. She was free, but was that truly what she wanted all this time? A voice, faintly familiar, but not recognizable to her. Her head lifted from its low broken position to allow her eyes to find the body that stood before her. Her ears flicked forward for a moment and just as she was about to speak, another came rushing toward her. Adonia was unaware of the dramatic weight loss she experienced just in a matter of three days. However, with a fast canine metabolism it was no wander her ribs were able to be felt, and more importantly her hip bones could be felt. She wasn't famished, but she didn't look entirely healthy either. Her eyes looked to Tharin as he spoke, just as concerned as the other male, whom she couldn't recall.


Adonia backed up a little overwhelmed with the attention, her rear going down, tail tucking. Her ears rolled back tightly. The bi-toned eyes looked at both with a soft hurt, and nervousness that was more prominent than the hurt that was within them, "I-I...I am okay..really.." She felt her throat tightening knowing it was a lie, and a very unconvincing one at that. She realized it the moment she forced the words. She lowered herself more submissively in hopes to appease them and get them to let her pass. But the more she tried to get them away the more she realized they'd become even more concerned for her. "...Ookami and I just broke off our mateship...th-that's all...nothing..r-r-really.." With her body low to the ground she watched both while she attempted to squeeze past them. Tail still strongly tucked.

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Word Count :: 201 OOC: Sorry it's so short Sad(

He could see how overwhelmed the young woman was and he laid his ears back. She seemed so sad and it was obvious he was not the only one who sensed it. He looked over to see Tharin speak and unhappily move himself to sit lower than the other male, stating he was a higher rank than himself. He looked towards Adonia who spoke of her loss and he folded his ears back. How would he feel if Palaydrian left? He would follow her of course make sure he knew why things happened the way they did.

“I do not think it is nothing, that is very sad, I am sorry to hear it.” He said, he looked at her with sorrow in his eyes. He never met Ookami before but if this woman loved him well it would be hard on her; “Well you really look in the need to eat, there is extra food in the cave.” He offered, no one ever said Jiva was the smartest kid in the bunch. He was still learning how to console others, though he was good enough with Drin, he was a novice with everyone else.


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Tharin

Family. Duty. Honor.

Word Count→ 000 OOC: Bria is awesome!


Adonia stopped, her eyes sliding slowly from one male to the next. Her gaze was dull, seeing without seeing. His amber eyes remained fixed on her, patiently waiting for her to tell her what was wrong. He didn't like seeing his pack hurt. So many of them were injured and struggling, and now Adonia was added to the list of those that were struggling with their place. The submission was swift to see, bowing down and nervously scraping, almost asking for forgiveness for the sorry state she was in. A low growl threatened to break from Tharin, hastily checking it back. He didn't need to look over to see that Jiva had changed, submissive compared to how he was.


The large wolf moved, blocking Adonia's movements and standing firmly before her, this time the growl inside slipping free. She was practically glued to the ground when the truth finally came out. What? He left you? What a blasted omega! He was ready to hunt him down and kill Ookami for hurting her so much. Jiva's response was much more mild in comparison, offering food and sympathy. Tharin kept himself from pacing, staying where he was. Where is he? I'm sure sense can be talked into him.


Family comes first.

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occ here

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Their reactions were completely different from one another. The one male she vaguely knew, Ji...Jiva if she remembered right, told her it wasn't nothing, it was sad, then offered her food. Adonia's stomach knotted tightly at the thought of food. She didn't want that. Tharin, on the other hand, was out right pissed. He blocked her from leaving, being firm in his standing. She immediately planted her rear, and remained submissively appeasing. "..Tharin...he-he didn't leave me..." She nearly whispered her soft melody voice. "Please...it's all me, it's my fault..." She was tore up by something she did. It was her choice, and she regretted it in the pit of her stomach, but how was she to go crawling back saying she was sorry. He didn't even try and stop her. He didn't even say anything. It was like he went numb on her. Adonia wondered if he ever really loved her.


Granted, she probably didn't give him time to react..


She refused to look up to meet their faces, "...please, I don't want anyone's pity, or sympathy...I told him it was over." Perhaps it was because of trust. She had trouble trusting that Ookami was going to be there for her. All she wanted was someone that she could count on, who wanted to do everything with her. Ookami was independent, and so is she...but she wanted someone who wanted to be at her side...not ahead, not behind...but right there..was that so hard? She really didn't want to explain all this to them, she knew Tharin wouldn't want to hear her lengthy reasons...or so she thought. Jiva...she didn't know him all that well..she just knew he was a pack brother.


She let out a sigh, "...I'm sorry to cause concern...this is the last thing any of you need to fuss over...especially with Amy still out there.." Oh Amy! What if she really is evil, and Ookami runs into her!? She felt like she was going to vomit from all her sickening worry and upset. She had to swallow the feeling, but her stomach flipped and turned.


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Word Count :: 233 OOC: Dr. Jiva to the rescue

Jiva remained quiet as Adonia did not take to his offer and he frowned slightly his healers mind going straight to his medicine pouch and then the ideas of what he could do to help her... His thoughts went straight to mint. The nice smelling plant that helped with digestion... and made the eater hungry after some time. Then ther was Chamomile which would help calm her down... and he’d possibly give some to Tharin too, There was reason for one to get upset about things, but this was not the time nor the place for it. He remained quiet.


“I am sorry to hear, if you were the one to do this... why do you look so upset?” Jiva asked, his hands twitching a little, he had his pouch but the Chamomile was good as a tea, though she could chew on the mint now... Yes he would offer that much; “I have something that might help you, to calm you down a little. You do look stressed, would you be willing to drink a tea?” He asked, his eyebrows raised at the young woman. His hands were fingering his pouch but it was entirely up to the woman. He may even add the mint in with the tea for flavor and its other benefit, though he would tell her what it was for of course.


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Tharin

Family. Duty. Honor.

Word Count→ 000 OOC: tharin+emotions=panic XD


Adonia stopped attempting to leave, sitting down submissively in response to his sharp dominance. Her voice was so quiet, his ears completely trained on her, blocking out outside influences. What did she mean he didn't leave her? It's not your fault. It couldn't be. What was with the females in his life blaming themselves for bad things? Perhaps it was some kind of crazy female thing that made them do that.


What? She told Ookami it was ended? She ended the mateship? Confusion flashed across his face. That was different from anything he could have expected. All her loyalty and love for Ookami, and now she had just left him. Even when he had disappeared, she had been loyal. Now this? You are pack. It is something to worry about. Relief flooded him as Jiva was the one to ask the awkward question, letting Tharin remain quiet on the matter.


Family comes first.

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occ here

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The two males both seemed to not want to let her issue go. She didn't know what to do to get them away. Tharin wasn't going to let her walk away, maybe she could run? She didn't want their sorrys she didn't want their pity! Tharin seemed to be the only one not pitying her, at least not that much. She let her ears hide in her fur as the question came to her, the one she hoped to avoid. A whimper broke from her, it seemed to turn into a grumble. "...I didn't feel close to him anymore..I didn't feel that warm loving feeling. I felt like a I was forcing my affection. I didn't feel like that's how mates were suppose to be...he'd disappeared on my twice...and I didn't trust him anymore. So I ended it, okay? Now, I feel like I made a mistake. Maybe it's the idea of having someone I miss? I don't know! I just don't feel good and would like to just be left to dwindle in my own problem and choice...it's no one elses problem, just mine!" She began to get more upset the more she felt how ridiculous she sounded. Adonia was never good with words, only actions. And right now she was becoming defensive and her lips were fighting not to curl up and nip out at Jiva for his question.


She looked from Jiva to Tharin, "But my problem shouldn't affect others, it's selfish of me to put anything on my pack...especially the breaking of my mateship..." She again felt like she beginning to cry, even though she couldn't physically let tears drop, not in her lupus form. Still, they fought to come. Her eyes just became glassy and whines fought to escape. She wouldn't let herself cry in front of the others. "I just miss him, I didn't know he'd leave...I didn't know I'd feel this empty or alone. I've been without him when he'd left, and I'd been without him before. I just don't understand why I feel so hallow inside right now..." Her ears perked and she looked at Jiva as he offered tea. "Tea?" She hadn't heard about tea since her mother. She'd never had them in one place for long and she remembered a male her mother slept with for a few weeks who loved teas. Adonia never had any tea before, and she didn't understand why he'd offer tea at a time like this. But he did say he had something to calm her nerves, maybe it was the tea. It wouldn't hurt, "..um, sure...I wouldn't mind some tea, I guess..." She was quite apprehensive about his offer and it showed in her soft voice.


Her eyes glanced to Tharin, she hadn't told anyone, not even the leadership about her breaking of the mateship, but she didn't think she wanted to. Really, they didn't have a ceremony for it. So, to her there was really no need to announce the breaking of it, but Tharin wanted to know what bothered her. Adonia could feel her stomach's protest for food, but Adonia ignored it, she couldn't bare having a single bite of food while her body felt like shivering from being so upset. She just wanted to move, or curl in a ball. Her eyes kept on the male for a moment. She wanted to feel someone's hug, to tell her she was okay. Tharin was the only one she knew and trusted out of the entire pack, but she wouldn't ask for it, she just hoped he'd come forward. She looked away sharply feeling stupid for wishing for such a thing.



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Word Count :: 340 OOC: Nooommm i suck at tea making hahhaha....

He listened to her and felt for her. She just needed to understand that she couldn’t keep dwelling on her pain. He frowned as she spoke and he shook his head. “You may feel guilty but I see it is obvious that he left you a few times already. I would not see anything working out if they are not around to be with you. You are stressed and it is hurting you. I am a healer and as of now you are my patient.” He said sternly. He was a rank above her and he had authority enough to tell her this, though Tharin himself was above him and could do more, but Jiva was sure that Tharin wanted her to work her feelings out too.

“Yes tea, it is the kind that will help calm you down. And I can add some mint, it will make it taste better and it will help get your appetite back.” The words Jiva said were both personal and professional. He did not feel sorry for her because she was depressed, but he felt that she was beating herself up far too much. He pulled out the pouch with the tea in it, and uncapped his water skin. He motioned for her to move to him and found a wooden bowl he’d made and left outside the den for anyone to use, and poured some of the water in it then added the tea. The dregs instantly changed the water color to a green like substance, and he swirled it around iwth a motion. “It would be better hot but we do not have a fire so it will take a little while to soak in the water; would you like some Tharin?” He asked, he could tell the man was on edge and to not offer him anything would probably be a smack in the face if Jiva remembered even so he had just plain water the man could have in any case.

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Tharin

Family. Duty. Honor.

Word Count→ 000 OOC: *hugs adonia* poor puppy


Warm loving feeling? Forced affection? Not how mates were meant to be? For him, a mate was one he would bond with for life. He didn't understand why that feeling would fade. The lack of trust was understandable. Who was to say that Ookami wasn't going around mating with other females when he wasn't around? He hadn't been here when Adonia had been in heat though, so that was probably not why he kept vanishing. He was simply unreliable, not one to count on. A weakness in the pack. Her admittance of missing having a mate was something he understood. After all, they were supposed to be for life. What did it mean when that ended?


Her words were foolish. We are pack. Did she not understand that? Her pain was the pack's pain. That was how life was. Stepping close he nuzzled against her, trying to impart some level of comfort. The sorrow in her frame was so clear. You're not alone. He would be there for her. If she needed it, asked him for something, Tharin would get it. He didn't want her to hurt in this way, he wanted to make things better. What would it be like if his own mate abandoned him? It would hurt, but like all hurts, it would heal and be left in the past. Adonia would need their support until then at least.


His warm body pressed against hers, wishing that she hadn't chosen someone so unreliable as a mate. Someone who wouldn't give her this pain. Tilting his head he listened as Jiva described the tea. A healer? There had been no such rank in his previous pack. If he recalled correctly, that was someone to take pain away. He watched curiously as the tea was made, shaking his head. No thanks. He wasn't sure if he really wanted anything to do with the funny smelling liquid.


Family comes first.

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occ here

Word Count → 000


Jiva seemed pleased to be able to give her tea and didn't waste any time in preparing the liquid medicine. She sat back on her haunches. Ears still back awkwardly while she let him try and put his rank above her. Honestly, rank could only go so far, but she wasn't going to make her do something if she really didn't want to. Tharin was offered the calming liquid but he wasn't too sure about it, turning it down in the end. Her eyes did end up peering from the liquid to the male whom she knew best. She listened to him and nodded. He was right, but still, Adonia wasn't nearly as feral as most of the members. She loved the pack, but Adonia was quickly remembering why she didn't care for packs that still ran on pure old school wolf style. She wouldn't argue with them though, and she would abide and respect the rules, regardless of how she was feeling about them.


The moment the tea was finished Adonia dipped her soft face down to the liquid, her muzzle hovered over her nose investigated the scent before her tongue tested the taste of it. It wasn't bad, it really tasted like odd water. After she deemed the offering good, she began to lap it up. It was actually calming. Maybe it was just the act of drinking that calmed her, but in reality it was the scent of the tea coupled with the herbal affects in her body.


As she began to empty the container she laid down, front legs on either side. She paused before the last few laps and took a large young. She was becoming tired quickly. This was the longest she'd stayed still in awhile and it wasn't until now she felt how sore and tired her body really was. Her eyes looked down to the last few laps of liquid. Her tongue came out and slowly licked the container as if she was lost in the act of licking. Then her ears perked forward as she tried to see if there was anything left.


She cleaned it, then looked up to Jiva kindly, 'Thank you.. Her head moved to the side and laid down on her right leg and paw. She was tired and thought of taking a nap right here, and now...


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Word Count :: 210 OOC: Exit Jiva ^^

Jiva did make something for Tharin, but it was just a bowl of water and pushed it to him more for tradition sake than anything else, if he didn’t take it he wouldn’t but Jiva would not hide anything from his pack mates so he did not put anything in it. He then handed Adonia hers which she experimented with and he nodded approving, he was lucky this tea tasted just fine, there were some that he could have made that he was sure he would have to force feed to the patient.

“You are very welcome. If you need more later I can make more.” He said and he was glad the tea was in no way addictive, though one could want it just to sooth themselves, but Jiva saw no reason not to drink the tea everyday from what he learned there were no long term adverse effects from the tea itself. He could see his own business was done and nodded his goodbye’s to the woman. She was probably more tired now she calmed down a bit. He left the two to their own devices to check on Palaydrian and show her extra love in hopes she didn’t think he would abandon her.

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Tharin

Family. Duty. Honor.

Word Count→ 000 OOC: Bria is awesome!


Tharin sniffed curiously at the odd liquid before turning his head, lapping politely at the water that was offered for him. It didn't mean much for him, staying close to Adonia's body as she lapped it up. She looked rather awkward, struggling with Jiva's commands. He couldn't blame her. Jiva wasn't exactly the most dominant canine he'd met. If Jiva had tried to pull that dominance on him Tharin would have him pinned, no questions asked.


He let Jiva leave, settling his body next to Adonia. Licking her gently he spoke, his voice soft. I'll stay here until you're better. He could watch her while she rested, recovering from what plagued her. He might not understand it, but he knew that she was hurting, and that was all he needed to know to come to her aid.


Family comes first.

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occ here

Word Count → 000


She gave a Jiva a warm smile when he said he could provide more if needed. She was fine, feeling all loose and actually quite tired...and hungry, but she could ignore the hungry--not the tired. Feeling Tharin come closer, she felt pleased and before he licked at her, she nuzzled into him coming closer to his body. He was warm and comfortable to have right there. His licks soothed her and she smiled, eyes closed as he spoke to her softly. Her tail wanted to wag, but it couldn't do more than wave once in one full wag. "..thank you, Tharin. You're a true friend.." Even though she couldn't lie and say she hadn't thought of him as more than a friend on several occasions. Still she wouldn't lead him onto her thoughts, nor would she mention her feelings to him anymore than she already had.


If he liked her in anyway more than a packmate and friend, she'd let him show it on his own. Never would she push him into those feelings.


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