His journey begins(ope )

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The waves crashed into the rocks and were split in two by the force, the sea air cold and salty as splashes flew into the air, sea gulls climbing the skies in an effort to escape the force of Mother Earth. The brute's head broke the surface as he gasped for the life giving substance known as air, yet it would soon end as he was slammed underneath by strengths he never knew existed. The muscles in his body were beaten and strained to keep him afloat, his vision blurred as he was sucked under, but cleared quickly as he rose to the surface once more in an attempt to release the bad air from his lungs, but instead took a mouth full of horrible tasting water.

The fur on his body felt horribly heavy which did add to the slim amount of positives if there were any. His lungs expanded as he took a deep breath but was once again drug under by the seas current, the pain raking him into a deep thought of if he would ever surface again. His eyes burned beyond repair as the salt filled water hit them, causing him to exhale under water draining the breath he had been able to hold thus far. He began hearing his heart beat quicken and he knew if he didn't surface soon he'd be gone and lost to the sea.

He strained and kicked no matter how badly his muscles burned and tensed balling up as they cramped. It was a fight and one he wasn't about to just give up and lose. His eyes closed as he pushed up ward but as he broke the surface he started rising, a wave had formed beneath him and he was heading for a rock. His eyes widened as the wave hit the rock and he was flung into the air, not having time to look around as he slammed into shallow water smacking his head on the bottom. The hit was strong enough to make every thing go black.


Dragovich awoke groggy, and his vision was hazy, he could feel the small amount of water pooling under him the retreating pulling small amounts of sand from beneath him. He was exhausted his lungs burned with every breath, causing him to cough up water and burned his throat. Dragovich's bright brown eyes looked everywhere, but it blurred together. He blinked and shook his head and blinked a few times everything started clearing.

"? ?? ? , ?, ?" He barked and closed his eyes laying down, after he crawled away his paws were still aching as he had cut one and it caused him to limp. Dragovich began wandering what would come next.

Tanslation:Mother earth for give me for angering you.
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[Roka]

Roka had begun to explore the expanse of the Taiyr. The last wolf she had met was the piteous Xion. The black she-wolf left a bitter taste in her mouth, something she wished she could get rid of. The arrogant female had thought that she was going to fight Roka and just take her blood. To Xion blood was nothing more that a drug with which she got high. Roka wouldn't deface her own blood by allowing such to happen. The further she got away from the wretched female the better. She didn't need to deal with the insanity that had taken grip in that females mind. Roka walked along the sides of the cliff, the cooling sea breeze was rippling through her greyish fur. It made her feel more in control of herself. The transition to the island had been a difficult one. Her natural habitat had been the freezing tundras of Russia, but this warmer African climate was aggravating. Her winter coat had fallen out, replaced by a shorter more coarse coat. She missed her softer winter cat. Roka wasn't a vain creature, the scar on her face was proof of that, but she had always taken pride in her coat. The cliffs were tall and beautiful with the deep blue water crashing up against the steep face. Roka could smell and almost taste the salt on the breeze. She regretted so many things, the cat attacking her, the humans taking her, the crash that had landed her here. More than anything she longed for a way home, a way to get back to her beautiful homeland. She continued along her tail gently swishing from end to end until she reached a point where the trail dipped down. She decided to follow in intrigued by where it might lead. A cave would be a notable discovery. The trail continued down and down until she finally reached a gap in the rock face. She could see the water before her along with the salty dirt that she had cleaned herself of those short weeks ago. She took a few tentative steps and was pleased when the salty dirt didn't stick to her.

She walked along the beach her good eye scanning the beach carefully. She was sick of surprises, the leopard, Xion, she was sick of all of them. For once she wanted her life to go back to the peaceful lonely existence that she had grown to love. She had no need for companions and friends, no need for anyone. She had survived this far and she would continue to survive on her own. She was about to turn around and head back up the cliff when the breeze brought a new smell along with it. Roka scented another wolf near by. The smell was faint, but it was still there. Roka followed her nose and continued along until she saw a shaggy form in the distance. He looked as ragged as she had been when she had first arrived on the island. His fur looked matted together with the salt an sand from the toxic water. Roka knew how awful it felt to depart from the nasty ocean water, the grossness one felt when they were finally free from it. Roka drew closer to the strange wolf to discover that he was from her homeland. He was asking mother earth about why he had received such punishment. What offense he had given. Upon closer inspection Roka found that he was not of the same breed that she was, he was another kind of wolf that had come from Russia. His look was similar to hers in that he had white and grey fur, although Roka's was darker than his. She looked him up and down with her good eye trying to get a feel for how much a threat he was. Roka remained back, keeping her distance from the newcomer. She had no idea what state of mind he was in. For all she knew he was feral. I should just get out of here. No business getting mixed up in strange wolves. It didn't work out so well last time. She began to step back trying to avoid being seen, when he woke up coughing up the salty water. Roka growled in uncertainty, not sure of how this newcomer would greet someone watching him. "?" Roka hadn't spoken Russian in a long time, not since before her capture, but remembering the words was easier than she expected. Although her speaking skills were limited due to her lonely nature, she could still speak a few words. Her words were short and to the point. She was lacking in enough vocabulary to really communicate with others, but she had enough that she could survive brief interactions.

She knew how badly the salty water could hurt the lungs, and damage the throat. If anything Roka felt a little strain of sympathy for the shipwrecked beast. She relaxed into a sitting position but kept herself alert to the other wolves movements. She didn't want him getting any idea about attacking her. Just because she had a scar didn't mean she was weak, just the opposite. Because of her injury she was more alert than ever. She couldn't afford to be jumped by another predator again. She had already lost to much. She would not lose anything else. I can't let them take anything else.

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It had been awhile since Dragovich had woken up, he continued to look ahead into the woods staring into absolutely nothing. That's when the thinking kicked in, all these thoughts crammed inside his head. It was like a hundreds of salmon attempting to try to swim up stream in a compact river.His eyes glazed over as he drifted into a deep thought "Where am I, why is it so hot, is it destined for me to be sent to isolation by Mother Earth? What is my mission now, I have understood my mission thus far but what the Earth asks of me now must be deciphered." He thought and blinked standing up. Dragovich's muscles ached and burned but he had to move or he'd be a sitting duck for predators.

Thats when he heard the words -Alright- and looked to spot a She-Wolf, she spoke his language, but that could only mean one thing. "She is from the homeland." He thought and stood up taller, lifting his left cut paw off the ground before forcing it into a mud puddle. The sticky substance burned his paw, causing him to grit his teeth. Curling his lips growling "Agh!" Until the pain subsided and he looked at the female once again. She was colored differently, and that was alright, as long as she was from the Mother Land he couldn't complain.

Hopefully she knew where he was at, but instead of speaking he did nothing but examine her. The scars on her face meant she wasn't one to deal with if pissed, but it showed she had a weak eye, if not being blind. He decided by the marks and grooves it was feline, but what kind of cat he couldn't tell.

"? , ?? ??, ?? ?? ??, ? ?? OFF ... ??" He was hoping he was correct, it wasn't like him to be all to wrong, he also noticed she was slightly stressed but he didn't want to bring that up.

Dragovich's golden brown eyes gazed at her scars, if she could still see out of that it would be a feat, but if not she had survived perfectly fine with the wound so there was no need to feel sympathy for her, yet he did. Not much, but just enough to admire the way it had healed but no fur had grown back. Attractive really, that was a feature he had admired on a female, her ability to fend for herself.

Dragovich's swinging silver and white fur blew around collecting sea salt, it was aggravating truthfully, but it was something Dragovich would tolerate for now.

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translation: I'm guessing the cat didn't like you huh? Possibly a lynx...judging by the off set scrape?

[Roka]

At the males growl Roka backed up even further. She didn't like this situation, and wanted out from this secluded stretch of beach. She knew all too well the frustrations that were causing this wolf's discomfort. The stinging bite of the salt water. Roka's hackles rose slowly and she voiced her discomfort with a growl of displeasure. This male was a stranger to her and she didn't like strangers, especially not males. She had suffered enough abuse at their hands to be wary of them. He guessed at the beast who had hurt her and was wrong. A lynx she could have handled, but what had attacked her had been much worse. The snow leopard had outweighed her by enough to hurt her without much effort. Her struggle had been minimal considering the beasts sneak attack. Roka didn't like to be in any situation when she wasn't dealt the upper hand. She looked over this wolf and was pleased to see that she was larger than him but enough to tip the fortune towards her. If there was an altercation she was confident that she would make it out unscathed. She had felt a pull towards this beach, a yearning to explore the treacherous sands that had been her landing place. Now however she was wanting to leave. The salty breeze and the mangled wolf before her brought back memories that she didn't want to remember. The choking salt, the burning sand, and the clinging water. It had frozen her body and seeped into her bones, luckily she had only had days to endure it before landing on the island. Now she was stuck in this cursed land of heat and monsters. Xion had been another mark on her past of abuse, another bump in the dark. Roka knew for the future to avoid such a female, yet now she was among a stranger again. Roka missed her treacherous tundra that had been dangerous enough to ward off others of her kind. Now all she wanted was to be left to her roaming's, not bothered by the others that seemed to be abundant on this strange continent.

The only meeting that she had enjoyed had been with the gentle Aurik, his deafness had drawn him to Roka. She now felt a fondness for him and knew that they were the same as they both struggled with their disabilities. Roka looked over the male again before settling back down into a sitting position. She was far enough away that she could run and escape if he tried to approach him. If he was smart he would stay back, or risk his own life. Roka didn't play around when it came to her survival. It mattered not that he came from her homeland, she would do whatever it took to survive. Her encounter with Xion only proved that. Roka's tail batted to and fro in agitation as she watched and waited for the strange male's next move. " , ?? . ? ?.", she answered reluctantly trying to form the words that hadn't been spoken in such a long time.

Translation : No, Cat wanted food. Snow Leopard.

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Kai prowled in the warm climate of Taiyr. She walked through the breachy sand with the waters mist spraying on her face. Kai pondered over thoughts of who she might meet. She had figured out the mysterious lands of whch she swam to were named Anikira. She also figured out only of which wolfs lived here. They were so fascinating, all the different types of wolfs you could find. Which is why she was here. Kai was attempting to find friends not to many just someone to socialize with. The breeze was blowing into her fur. She just stood there for a moment. Letting the wind blow until she saw two others.

They seemed to be talking but Kai couldn't make out what they were saying until she could get a bit closer to them. One seemed to be wet while the other was dry as if one had just been recently in the water. Kai approached them and picked up a few Russian words they were speaking. Being from the mainland she picked a few phrases the humans spoke when she got close enough without being seen. So she understood a few words. She came out to them and approached cautiously, you could never to be to safe with others wolves. "?, ? ?." She had hoped they understood. One seemed to speak fluent Russian while the other seemed to be able to speak limited Russian
like her. She was happy she could even speak Russian otherwise she would have felt awkward just standing there listening to them speak and not knowing a word they were saying. She spoke in English, "What happened here to you?" She spoke this to the male. Hoping he spoke English or this would be awkward. "Are you with him? Friend?" She asked this to the female if she was of any threat she was taking her out. She only hoped she was friendly she hated fighting when I t wasn't needed.

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Translation: Friend, Red Wolf.

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Dragovich had been coughing up a storm spitting out sea water as his throat stopped burning he looked to see a second female,man was this a russian island? Dragovich yawned and decided to speak English with the second female did. "I was abducted by these humans, and their flying machine crashed into the sea. I have been fighting ocean waves for three days." He barked and shook off all the water,that's when he noticed a small bubble floating over him.

Dragovich tilted his head, his golden brown eyes scanning area around the imaginary marshmallow and he looked shocked. "No Mr. Marshmallow I do not feel intimidated by these ladies, even though one is being uncomfortably quiet!" He said and glanced at the one with the scar on her eyes. She must've been blind surely. Anyway that was none of his business and he would leave her alone. "These females probably think I'm insane for speaking to an imaginary bubble but he is my friend. He thought and shook his head chuckling.

"Excuse me ladies do anyone of you two know exactly what this place is and where it is located, judging by the warm eat and ocean waters....Africa? Even though I'm sure we might be lower... Africa is normally cooler this time of year." He barked his russian accent was deep and his "R's" rolled and ended with a slight hiss.

Dragovich looked at the new female and smiled. Aha forgive me where are my manners, I am slightly shaken up and don't normally forget introductions. My name is Dragovich Patrankov. I was from Siberia, Russia. Yet now I don't think I'll be going home anytime soon." He said and looked around.

"My the females of this island are marvelous, beautiful and bigger than the ladies back in the motherland. I might just stick around for awhile." He thought and noticed the trees, they were nice looking too.

OOC: Sorry I have so many replies today
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