Wanted Dead or Alive
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Word Count :: +3 This is dated for the morning of Oct 14th, when Zalen awakes to realize that Adonia has been taken. This is not mandatory, but it will be assumed that all characters (at least the ones living in the communal den) are present.

When the Alpha woke, he immediate knew something was wrong. He lay on his stomach, his head slightly raised as sleepy eyes scanned the den. The sun was beginning to rise, and the dim light cast the shadows of his sleeping members around eerily. But there was a smell here, something that didn’t belong. He stood and began sniffing around; yes, there was the scent of another wolf here, one that didn’t belong and one that was drenched with another scent that sent chills into his core; Amy.

Pupils dilated, drawing in more light; things became clearer. There were missing bodies, or at least, one missing that was supposed to be here. Shawchert and Sky stayed at the clinic, and Fayne and Noah were holed up in their birthing den, but there was one wolf gone that should be here; Adonia. Zalen made a beeline right to where she was supposed to be sleeping; it still smelled like her here, but it also smelled like the intruder; and then he saw it; a small splatter of blood against the stone floor. Zalen’s blood ran cold.

Trying not to become frantic, Zalen followed the scent of the intruder, which was now intermingled with Adonia’s, out into the frosty morning. He followed it through the pack-lands and beyond the borders before the scent was dispersed by a river. Good God, they had taken Adonia! The Alpha’s throat was gripped with fear and he was not even able to call out until he had turned and made it nearly all the way back to the den. That’s when his whining howl called for the attention of everyone that could hear him. He could feel the fear inside slowly begin twisting, turning into a dark hatred and lust for revenge that was like a poison.


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OOC / +000



The arctic female slept peacefully in her corner of the communal den, blissfully unaware of the events that had transpired. Lucia was close by, her own white form seamlessly blending into Kiara. Kiara awoke briefly when Zalen passed by, her eyes fluttering open for a brief moment. The daylight slipped into the cavern, blinding the half-asleep wolf for a moment. Groaning, Kiara turned around and tucked her nose under her tail before sliding back into the dreamworld.


A whining howl snapped the young mother out of her dreams. Kiara jerked her head up, both ears twitching as her nose took in the morning scents. That was when it hit her, blood. The scent of blood, and intruder, and Amy floated on the air and Zalen's distress only made Kiara fear the worse. With her nose, she prodded Lucia awake. The pup looked up at her mother, sleep heavy in Lucia's eyes as she silently questioned what was happening. Kiara just shook her head, unsure herself of what had transpired. Kiara took the lead, and stepped out of the communal den to find a disheveled Alpha. Lucia, quick on her mother's heels, stood beside Kiara and looked inquisitively at the adults.


There was clear fear and anger burning in the large luperci's eyes. Cautiously, Kiara stepped forward to greet Zalen; her ears, tail, and body low and she stepped up to lick his muzzle. Lucia followed behind her mother, mimicking the arctic wolf's actions. Zalen, I smell blood and... her. What happened?


Table by: Cait

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Tharin had been comfortably tucked into the den with Kiara and Lucias. He had partly woken in the night when the intruder came through, but he had simply fallen into a deeper sleep. He didn't realize what had happened. The piercing cry that woke him brought Kiara up as well. There was trouble. Immediately he left the den. Standing at Zalen's side he whined, looking around the area. An intruder had slipped in, and he hadn't noticed at all. How could he have not sensed the stranger walking through their pack?


Stiff he examined it. The path headed out of the pack. He might not have been so worried if it wasn't for the fact that blood intermingled. Where's Adonia? He knew the female well enough to know that it was her blood that had been spilled. He could smell Amy just as Kiara did. Hadn't that dog learned her lesson when they'd broken her arm? If only they'd managed to kill her that time, and not just injure her.


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OOC / +330



Ciara’s paws dug into the chilled earth below as she moved around the borders, on the job once again. She hadn’t yet snatched her mate to make good on the time alone she’d secured for them, but she had a reason for that. There were subtle changes in her body that let her know her season was coming. After a few times now, the girl was able to predict it and not be so surprised. Now the question was whether to wait for the heat to come and make things easier, or try and seduce her mate without it? If they mated while she was in heat she’d likely get pregnant and he’d be too afraid of puppies to ever try again.

She was about to heave a sigh when Zalen’s strange howl split the air. Ciara had never heard her Alpha sound like that, and at once she was ill at ease. Pinning her ears back she finished a scent-mark she’d started and turned, running at full speed back for the den. Things had been so unsettled in New Dawn as of late. The whole mess with Amy, Jiva and Palaydrian’s departure and of course the coyote howling at the borders. The Epsilon’s coat bristled as she ran, but it wasn’t from the wind. She was starting to get pissed off at all the misfortune hitting her pack.

When she arrived at the communal den Kiara and Tharin had already met Zalen. She glanced around, checking first to see what the problem was before greeting anyone. Adonia, a pack sister she’d barely talked to, was quite obviously missing. There was blood on the air that mingled with her scent and that of Amy’s. Immediately another growl forced its way from Ciara’s muzzle. She gave a stiff greeting to her assembled pack mates and then looked to Zalen, her plush golden tail twitching behind her.

What’s the plan, she said curtly, furious that a pack mate had gone missing under her watch.


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WC: 432

The night had been filled with tempestuous nightmares for the sable female, she had awoken many times during the night and had eventually given up on the idea of sleep as a lost cause; there were too many images of Deuce dancing around her mind, her laying dead somewhere, the pale female in trouble, she couldn't bear it and so she had risen and left the communal den. And so Soran had not been there when Adonia had been kidnapped, she had been padding about under the stars, watching the skies. She had spent all night pacing about the lands trying to think of a way to find Deuce and bring her home. She had greeted the dawn and had just settled herself down to tuck into her breakfast, a rabbit that she had caught just a moment ago; her heart felt a little lighter this morning, she had formulated a vague plan of how to find Deuce, perhaps today was going to be better than the previous days.

A sudden pained howl broke the dark female's reverie and she widened her green eyes, it was Zalen and it sounded like there was something very seriously wrong. The ebony lady was on her feet in the merest of moments, she flattened her ears to her skull and set off as fast as she could, her paws drumming against the ground as she sped towards the source of the howl. Once the small group was in view the dark female slowed to a slow trot, she saw Zalen immediately and knew at once there was definitely something horribly wrong, he looked like a terrible tragedy had occurred, Tharin was also there, along with Ciara and a female that Soran recognised, she had seen her about the den, she believed her name was Kiara. Once close enough Soran dipped into a submissive stance, her head, ears and tail lowered, she approached cautiously, murmuring greetings to each wolf in turn; now she could smell blood and the scent of a stranger, it seemed to be mingled with another scent, Adonia. The female that was carrying Zalen's pups was missing, a tragedy indeed. Soran padded close to the male that she considered to be her adopted son and licked him behind one ear in a motherly gesture of comfort, before dropping back into a completely submissive posture.

"Oh my darling, I am so sorry." She spoke in a voice quiet enough that she hoped that only Zalen would hear it, before turning to face the rest of the group, dropping back into a more submissive stance.





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