10/20/2011 :: Note :: Hey guys, this thread is temporarily on hold for a few while a couple details get sorted out. I'll PM everyone to let you know as soon as we're going again.
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ooc Shawchert first please, then post order established after that. All Dreamers welcome. Could use somebody to escort them. Orin is in Lupus.
The frantic mother’s paws drummed against the ground as she sprinted desperately toward the Dreamers’ border. The place was familiar but this time she might as well have been running straight into Hell itself. The lands distorted before her eyes as visions and nightmares tormented her. What would she find once she made it back to Crimson Dreams? A war torn land of death and sorrow, with her daughter’s mangled body somewhere amongst burning rubble? Her deepest fears played with her mind, and in each shadow she saw a devil lurking - each rock was brimstone and the sun that shone overhead was hellfire.
“She’s not here, I know it. What if she’s not here?” She panted desperately, yelling through the wind her speed created. She was running in her Lupus form, her thin body a streak against the verdant world. Her eyes were half crazed with terror as she glanced over her shoulder, looking for Shawchert. She just let the man keep up with her however he did, she never stopped to make sure he was with her. Shawchert loved Juliet just as much as she, and she knew the loyal father wouldn’t abandon them. In fact, the few times she’d stopped to rest on this journey had been by his insistence alone. Orin would have run herself into death if it hadn’t been for his logical words.
Yet now that the lands were in view she would stop for no one. Okay, well, no one except protocol. Long before she reached the border she let a howl sing. It was distressed, hysterical, and she made no attempt at hiding the fact that she was calling upon the pack for help. She’d been here only a few weeks ago and if she had learned anything from that day it was that the pack was very edgy due to the recent violence, and that even when you followed common protocol you weren’t exactly welcomed with open arms. Now it was difficult to even acknowledge the usual etiquette.
She’d gone too far. In her haste Orin breeched the Dreamers’ borders before she knew it. She hadn’t gone more than twenty paces into the lands before she bounded to a long halt, but she’d still violated their territory. Her eyes darted around wildly, searching for the first pack member she could find. She let out a choking sob and threw her head back, letting another howl pierce the silence. Help! Someone! I need help!
Word Count → 348 :: OOC: This is the first time shaw's been out of CdA in a long time... feels good! In any case he is also in Lupus form
Shawchert was alongside his love the whole time, resting when he knew they needed to, though he wanted to get to Juliet as soon as possible, in hopes that she was alright, and to ease Orin's fears. The woman had been frantic ever since Liam confessed to taking Juliet to Crimson Dreams, it had been far too easy catching up with him as he was passing them by to get word out that Juliet was missing. Now he was running as quick as he could just to keep up with his swift counterpart.
The trip seemed to take seconds. His lungs burned fiercely as he heard her first howl. He blended his own in with hers in hopes it would help announce the urgency of this call. He wanted his daughter back, though he knew that it was not the dreamers' fault she was there, he was sure they wanted her where she belongs as well, and she belonged wit him and Orin. He had to stop when he noticed the borders, but he kept the woman in his sights at all times. He knew what it was like to be a leader, and what it was like to be a frantic parent, but he would find that if he followed rules he could ease anyone who got angry at her much quicker if he were on their good side He felt horrible for Orin, knowing she must be going through exactly what she'd went through when Demetrius was taken. He wanted to hold her in his arms, but knowing how frantic she was would make it all worse, so he would stay as calm as one could be, though he had the worried look of a father. He wanted his daughter back and quick. He stood in his lupus form, a magnificent sight for a wolf, only due to his height, as well as his maroon coloring along his back and tail. He watched the woman he wanted for a mate pace back and forth waiting for someone, and he kept his eyes scanning as well.
It had been one of those random days he had decided to take to the borders of Crimson Dreams since the amount of able bodied people had been cut in half because of the raid that was performed on AW. He had not been part of it because of his reclusive nature and the fact that AW had not done anything against his personal family. Perhaps if they had attacked piccolo, or if his son and daughter or Krystalle had been involved then maybe he would have cared more. The fact that he was walking around, boredly, showed how much he actually cared for the pack of the dreamers. He was not compassionate about the pack that was so tightly knit in the one town yet they had all of this room to actually have their own homes and have their own families and combine that way instead of them all hording themselves inside of the manor. He saw no reason to fight with the AW pack because that pack should have taken care of it's leadership or whatever it was and left CD out of it. The ones who fled to CD should not have been so cowardly as to get the next pack over involved with any of the stupid drama that went on inside of the Native American tribe.
He was in his Optime form like always, his jacket covering his arms and chest while his pants covered his legs. An otter pelt he had fashioned into a belt of sorts had adorned his hips and his sunglasses hugged his face as he walked along, his stupid black sheep following behind him like he was some shepherd. He didn't mind the sheep following him as long as the dumb animal kept up and it did not do anything stupid. He trudged along, mountless for once as he was stalking the borders. A frown hugged his face as he took a cigarette from the case in his pocket and he took a lighter in the other hand, put the butt in his mouth, and lit the end and inhaled the smoke. He then let the smoke filter back out through his nose and mouth as he continued to walk. In the middle of him walking, a scent was first to hit his nose before a long piercing howl had gotten to his ears. He recognized it as Orin and he immediately started to run in her direction before another howl and scent entered his nose. Shawchert. What the fuck was that stupid asshole doing here? His curly tail was raised high on his back as he continued on, his ears flat against his head and a nasty look adorning his naturally handsome face.
It took a few minutes for him to come upon them, and when he did, Orin was well past the borders, Shawchert hung back, but it wasn't like Mars was excited to see him, actually seeing him put Mars into a foul mood instantly. It put him on edge and he growled audibly to the two as he cut them off. His tail lashed in the air behind him, and his fur bristled. Orin, you are trespassing on Crimson Dreams territory, when not invited, I suggest you take whatever bullshit drama you are bringing back to Cercatori, Crimson Dreams has suffered enough heartbreak and death this week. he dared to growl at the woman, his eyes icy behind his sunglasses, while his lip lifted to show his yellowing teeth. He would have thought about being nice to her former packmates, but he did not appreciate either of them anymore, so he did not think twice about being as cold as he was to either of them.
His paws carried him autonomously over paths he had tread a thousand times before, the bulk of those instances occurring since this bullshit war had begun. He proceeded as an animal of much lower intelligence, for his mind was so frazzled and confused by everything that had happened to his family that he could not focus on more than what his duty required of him. His ears perked straight, his nose constantly twitched, and his tired eyes scanned the area around him on his automatic search for anything that would distress his pack further, which he could barely even imagine. Though the war had not touched him quite as closely as it had some, Kansas was fraught with terror that, any day, any hour, it would. Thus was his careful attention to the activity of the borders. Perhaps by now, it had become obsession, blocking out everything else from his conscious mind, while inside he was completely consumed by fear. He was constantly nauseous, unable to eat with his usual fervor, and exhausted beyond his belief. The only thing keeping him from falling to the ground right at that moment was the hope that this would all end soon, and that things would become what they had been before.
Kansas had been out for a few hours when several scents at once hit him right in the face. The first, and most pungent, was the unpleasant aroma of cigarette smoke, which made the man cringe unknowingly as he continued on. But the smell of burning tobacco did not trouble him half so much as the other scents, belonging to two strangers a short distance away. Immediately, he was filled with dread, regardless of whether the pair brought trouble with them. The possibility of direct conflict made him instantly feel sicker, as he was not adept at dealing with that kind of thing. However, Kansas did the opposite of what his nature encouraged him, and sped up to see what was going on ahead, a graceful ghost drifting quickly through the forest.
A strange trio appeared, one of them standing back at the borders, and as the pale wolf slowed, he took account of their odors once more. Two of the wolves, the trespassers, smelled of Cour des Miracles, and the third was one of his own, a tall, clothed werewolf he had only seen in passing. The woman looked as distressed as Kansas felt, and without even knowing her reason he felt somewhat compassionate toward her. His ear twitched in the direction of the Dreamer beside him, the one with the cigarette, and he was rather irritated by the harsh, uncaring words that the other spoke to the troubled female. In a dominant stance, Kansas looked up at him, frowned, and cocked a brow, feeling at total ease in doing so - his rank had its perks. Hey, cool it, man, he spoke softly, but firmly. The last thing Crimson Dreams needed was more hostility. ... I think we should hear why these two've come. With this, his calm eyes settled once again on the snowy Cour des Miracles wolfess,. Jus', next time, keep to the borders til someone finds you. Eh, 'm Kansas. And he closed his mouth to give her the chance to state her business unhindered.
It had been how long since that stupid male had brought her here to see the flowers? How long had it been since her mother or father talked to her, nuzzled her, or she was able to lay down upon her mother’s warm, soft, and ever so inviting lap? How long was it? 18, long and miserable days. That was how long it had been, 18 day. The child counted each day, each and every sun rise, and sun set the autistic child counted.
Hearing the howl the child sat up, as she shook her head. No she was stupid, and foolish. To think that after the 18 days that they just now wanted her back, Did they think it would be that easy? Just to walk in and take her away after not coming for her? Oh that was not how the Moonsong child thought it was going to be. With a snort she shook her head as she moved closer to where she had heard the call come from.
The child watched the two from a tree, she wanted to see how much they really missed her, though in her thoughts she didn’t think they missed her at all. Juliet had thought that they would be more the happy to have the special child with all the needs gone and away from them. After all it would make logical scene they could tell the pack that something horrid had happened to her, and they could work on having a littler and hope that there was normal pups in that one.
Seeing the third being come in, Juliet was going to let him deal with her mother and father, and then once they were gone, she was going to leave. Find her own way, make her own life. Something was better than here, and better than being with a family that didn’t want her around. Juliet was fine with leaving the three to have the happy little meeting, then something must have clicked, because there was a grow. The child’s eyes widen. She had never seen this emotion displayed.
Stepping forward she looked at the three, she was without any emotion. ”Leave them alone.” She turned her face to look at the two at the borders. ”Go away…you guys left me here for 18 long days! 18 days of no flowers!” That was all that she had to say to them on the matter of time.
