Escape [Mike + Open]

[adhara]

OOC: BTW, Argent, Adhara doesn't show her emotions on her face unless she means it to... And she's not that bad an actress. X3

Oh, and you mentioned Kohara in your post – was it meant to be Argent Alku?

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"The Zahir pack was the pack of the desert lands, the Occasus. From what I've heard they had quite a few problems with their alphas. Well, alphesses really. I don't think a brute ever ruled that pack. But anyways, the volcano in their territory erupted and the pack was forced to flee to the plains. They lost their first alphess to the lava flow. No trace of her has been found. The remaining wolves managed to regroup, but from the calls that rang out their little meeting spot was infested with a rather vicious duo of wolves. The one to worry about, a brute named Alastor if I remember correctly, attacked the pack and took their beta, who would have been the new alphess, hostage. From what I've caught of the rumours, this Alastor fellow may or may not be a cannibal. He's also apparently teamed up with someone called Ardemu and I have a feeling that nothing remains of the Zahir pack. I... I heard the howl from their alphess not long ago. It was bone chilling and simple, 'Zahir is d-dead.'"

Very interesting! Now here came a chance to rap Argent Alku down a peg or two. Adhara made her eyes go wide in fear when certain words came into play, drawing on her memories to strengthen her fear, until she was at the point where she was one with her memories. If not for the fact that her "Aggress Mode" voice was rapping on the back of her skull and telling her to keep a grasp, she'd surely have let her emotions spill over. She was definitely starting to hate the fact that her feelings came on strong, fast, and hard, but here it was at least useful. For example, when "volcano" and "erupted" appeared almost consecutively, she let a shiver run down her back violently as she recalled the swim to Anikira, when the waves tossed her about and licked at her injuries, and the black water closing over her head many a times. When she heard of the cannibalistic Alastor, she remembered the gruelling battle with her foster brother, stopping short of her victory, and winced visibly and made her fur stand on end. Not even an experienced wolf could tell it was faked now, for it, in a way, was not at all. The fear was truly in her heart, grasping at her sanity, and by one thread of logic she hanged on: she was using all this pent-up emotion as reinforcement; she was not in these situations in reality, just in her mind.

The last words of the Zahir Alphess, though Denali's voice, brought her logical mind back on autopilot. It analysed the words for her, breaking them down into raw information: Zahir's lands once contained a volcano. Whether it is extinct, dormant or active is unknown, as of yet. A band of wolves, now confirmed Ardemu's, tore the pack to shreds. The Alpha female acknowledged the failure of the pack. Next target: Ardemu and Alastor. Find out more, but from a different source, and subtly. She filed away the report and thanked her mind – herself, really – and managed to stammer out a "W-woah, that's harsh," using some leftover fright from the previous display to bolster the believability. The mottled female inched towards Mike, involuntarily, as if for protection.

Mike had asked another question of Denali: the past of the Tundra female. This had triggered a shocking response from the white wolf, and Adhara watched discreetly, a perfect mask of attention towards Mike over her face. In reality, her mind was spinning. Every sign the white female had shown was a confirmation of the affliction Adhara had suspected; the way she suddenly slumped onto the sand, the gibberish that fell from her mouth; the whimpering and the forced closure of her eyes. Adhara knew what it was. She'd experienced a version of it before, herself, when Aggress Mode first retreated from her mind after she nearly killed Sirius. But she pretended she was watching Mike instead of Denali, and hesitantly sent the male a beckoning glance, and looked up, concerned but holding her tongue, when the Tundra Wolf replied, "My nightmares are mine alone, thank you. I am a loner by choice and I've walked these lands since I was two."

The Eastern Timber felt an excited shiver run up her spine when Mike moved close to her. One point for the actress, she thought smugly, and turned to look down deliberately when Mike's paw touched hers. Now, honestly, what should she do? What did young wolves do when they fell in love, anyway? Her mind prompted her: Smile back, you goofy kid, and keep smiling as if he's the best thing that ever happened to you. She did so, letting her tongue sneak out a little when she grinned, still looking down at her paws in shyness. This was getting on pretty well, despite that Argent Alku's piercing eye. She'd have to find a way to –

Denali had growled.

Adhara jerked her head up in a sudden revelation as she remembered the action that had come so long ago, but, at the last minute, turned so that she was staring at Mike. Another flawless movement executed by the Eastern Timber. Out of her peripheral vision she watched the others, while she thought about what had occurred when she wasn't paying attention: Denali, having heard her question, had let out a small growl. Instincts immediately warned the female that this harsh sound was possibly directed towards her. What could be the reasons?

One: Denali, like Argent, had seen through her disguise but did not point it out. Not unlikely, as Adhara was still refining her image of happy-go-lucky Lauren, a character she'd never played before. But then, she was a skilled and experienced actor in other areas, so what's to say she hadn't pulled it off flawlessly as usual? But the fact that Argent, a wolf younger than herself by about a year, could tell it apart happened to be a great blow to her ego. She couldn't rule the hypothesis that the Tundra Wolf had seen the truth beneath the fiction, as well, out.

Two: She was, quite simply, irked by the question, for whatever reason – hypothesis dismissed. She didn't care much if she'd offended anyone, let alone a complete stranger.

Three: Some other reason, as of yet, unknown to her. Adhara would give this some thinking-over when she was alone; currently she needed to keep her attention focused. (Damn that Argent; couldn't she just believe the façade and stop being so perceptive for once?) This might be due to her question triggering a negative event that had occurred in the past, though...

She deliberately stirred her tail when Mike's laid across it, so that the tip of her own tail now covered his, and the furry appendages became semi-entwined. To be honest, it was interesting, playing a wolf whose heart had just been touched by young love. She kept up her façade of excitement and joy, and blinked, a tad seductively but also a tad shyly, at Mike when he spoke again. "Well, there's no use in all of us just sitting here, we should maybe go get something to eat."

Ahh, so now there's some sense in this male, Adhara thought. She herself was getting hungry. She didn't know about Argent – and she didn't care a sod – or Denali, but they might be hungry too. Her belly emanated a growling sound, and, truly embarrassed, she patted it with the paw previously touching Mike's and placed it back down, touching the Grey's again, and deliberately.

"Sounds like a plan to me. How about you lead the way, Denali, since you know more about this land than the rest of us." Argent had spoken up again, and Adhara mental-scowled. She hadn't missed the glare from Argent just now; she was merely ignoring it for the sake of her façade. Now, as if she'd just heard, she nodded vigorously, and exclaimed, "I second you, Argent. I'm getting hungry too, and Denali probably knows more about the land than any one of us here." The last part was true – Adhara, as proud as she is, can't honestly admit to herself that she knew the grounds. But taking all of Denali's running-around in account, the Tundra female probably has a good grasp of the landmass.

Speaking about Denali, what's her response to the newest request? Adhara fixed a watchful, concerned eye on the older white female. After all, she had shown that she wasn't completely stable, and Adhara knew by first-first-hand experience that wolves in such a state were prone to be rash. Aggress Mode rapped on her mind again, reminding her not to be too cocky, before withdrawing, and Adhara replied with a wry smirk mentally. She was actually relieved when Denali replied, steadily, "Food sounds splendid. Unless you're up for fish and feathers, however, we won't be finding much to eat on the beach. If we head toward the Plains, we should be able to find some deer at least. Maybe some elk or a bison if we're lucky. We're not very far from the Oriens either, but I don't think Xinelil would enjoy us hunting in his lands. I could introduce you to the Aldgar pack though, if you'd like?"

In a flash her mind was working again, although this time, it took about five seconds for the thoughts to pass through her mind. The prey present on the plains were already known by Adhara. After all, she hadn't spent her months on the island slacking off. When she's not discreetly picking off loners to satisfy her bloodlust – speaking of which, Aggress Mode was feeling hungry for it again – or leeching knowledge off others by tracking a loner to the boundaries of a pack, she'd hunted small- and medium-sized prey to keep herself fed. While she hadn't touched large deer, elk or bison in a while, she'd taken down small fawns single-handedly, and she was proud of her little achievements. So she pretty much skipped the first part of Denali's response.

Hmm, so this Xinelil is the leader of the Aldgar Pack, which resides in the Oriens. The Oriens had a mountain range running through it, so the obvious choice for pack dens would be in a cave of sorts, up high. Less chance of attack during winter and spring, and harder to fathom than forests, which other territories might also have. Not a good pack to infiltrate if she wasn't suited to the weather and couldn't make a fast getaway if she needed it. Let's leave it up to its own devices now, shall we? She consulted Aggress Mode, who replied with a noncommittal, mental grunt. But then, she'd better scout it out as well, and it'd be befitting her adopted persona. She was supposed to be hungering for company, so she ought to snap at the first pack that came over.

With an "accidental" nudge towards Mike, so that her shoulder and elbow swept his torso fur, she replied brightly, "Well, I suppose I can do with some food in my stomach right now, and there's nothing more fun than a hunt! I've never hunted bison, but elk sure tasted good. How about a group hunt for elk, or we split up to grab us some deer?"

Then, as if she'd just registered Denali's information on the Aldgar Pack, she delightedly exclaimed, "You mean there's a pack nearby? That must be where the howl came from! Can we go over and see it, please? Where's it?"

Don't act too eager! Aggress Mode's all-too-familiar voice rang out again, in her mind. Allay that excitement with some apprehension.

She did so. "But, wait, what if... the wolves who took care of Zahir Pack... are around here or something? Is Aldgar a powerful pack that can defeat those bad wolves?"

Speaking of "around here", Adhana registered yet another presence a ways back where she'd approached from. She wasn't one to worry herself to death over unknown factors, so she simply wrote it off as a possible threat that ought to be checked out after this. For now, she left the surveillance to Aggress Mode, and focused all of her "sane" self on the upcoming topics: Finding food and scouting out Aldgar Pack.

[kohara]

OOC: Argent's just a really perceptive wolf. I designed her to be like that. ^.^

Argent's auds perked up visibly when she heard Denali growl lowly. She fought back a smile when she realized it might have been directed at Lauren. Good, perhaps I'm not the only one who sees right through her semblance. Her thoughts of the wolf noticing it were shot down immediately though as the fae entered what seemed to be a mini silent panic attack. Schizophrenia with a touch of paranoia maybe? I'm not one do judge based on mental handicaps though, it's not right. She comes across as very nice, although it seems Denali just wants to be alone again. She made sure to look the other way as the fae progressed further into her invisible nightmare. It was none of her business what she was seeing, and she couldn't help but scowl at the fact that Lauren was watching the entire thing.

'The Zahir pack was the pack of the desert lands, the Occasus. From what I've heard they had quite a few problems with their alphas. Well, alphesses really. I don't think a brute ever ruled that pack. But anyways, the volcano in their territory erupted and the pack was forced to flee to the plains. They lost their first alphess to the lava flow. No trace of her has been found. The remaining wolves managed to regroup, but from the calls that rang out their little meeting spot was infested with a rather vicious duo of wolves. The one to worry about, a brute named Alastor if I remember correctly, attacked the pack and took their beta, who would have been the new alphess, hostage. From what I've caught of the rumors, this Alastor fellow may or may not be a cannibal. He's also apparently teamed up with someone called Ardemu and I have a feeling that nothing remains of the Zahir pack. I... I heard the howl from their alphess not long ago. It was bone chilling and simple, 'Zahir is d-dead.'

Again, her auds perked up when it was announced that Zahir had no alpha male or female, as well as no pack members. She pulled them down a bit when the fae mentioned Alastor and Ardemu, both possible cannibalistic wolves. So there's a volcano, most likely an active one, seeing as it erupted not to long ago and killed the Zahir alpha female. Then, the femme that was next in line to become the alpha female, was captured by afore mentioned wolves, Alastor and Ardemu. Afore mentioned next on line femme howled that Zahir was dead, and she is most likely dead as well. Without warning, the fae was now in what was most like a full blown panic attack, and once again, she made sure to look away, a scowl on her countenance as Lauren was watching this one as well.

'My nightmares are mine alone, thank you. I am a loner by choice and I've walked these lands since I was two.'

It didn't take long for Argent's belief that the fae wanted to be alone, to be confirmed. So I'm not the only one with frightening skeletons in my massive closet. It's too bad this wolf wants to be alone, I would've like having her as a friend, despite her, what other wolves call, problems. She watched as something moved by the trees the surrounded the beach, and since it didn't make in appearance, she guessed it wanted to remain unnoticed, though the other wolves probably sensed it as well. Wink slightly while the other wolves weren't watching, she turned back to face Denali as her nightmare wound down and finished once more.

'Food sounds splendid. Unless you're up for fish and feathers, however, we won't be finding much to eat on the beach. If we head toward the Plains, we should be able to find some deer at least. Maybe some elk or a bison if we're lucky. We're not very far from the Oriens either, but I don't think Xinelil would enjoy us hunting in his lands. I could introduce you to the Aldgar pack though, if you'd like?'

She doesn't want to leave quite yet, she's still shaken. Perhaps we could stay while the other two hunt for awhile, though I would feel bad leaving Mike alone with that wench. Sighing softly, she looked once more at Denali, she was tempted to give the wolf a sympathetic look, but could tell the fae didn't want pity. She knew who she was, and was somewhat fine with it. Argent wanted to say that she'd had a rough life too, but was afraid it would be nothing compared to what the fae had been through. Plus, she wasn't about to reveal anything about herself in front of Lauren, or Mike, since he might go blabbing about it unknowingly of what it would cause, to Lauren. Huh, I wonder if that's even her real name.

This time, her attention was drawn to Lauren as she entered a little panic attack of her own. What was different this time, was that the emotions seemed real, but the more Argent thought about it, the more suspicious she became. I'm thinking these emotions are real and legitimate, just not in this situation. She mulled around with the idea until Lauren ended her show of emotion. She thought she saw a gleam in her eye when Denali mentioned Ardemu, but blew it off immediately. No use jumping to conclusions anymore when I can't do anything about them at the moment. This suspicion, would have to be pushed into her vault until further notice.

'Well, I suppose I can do with some food in my stomach right now, and there's nothing more fun than a hunt! I've never hunted bison, but elk sure tasted good. How about a group hunt for elk, or we split up to grab us some deer?'

Perfect! The opportunity for her to stay with Denali had presented itself without her having to say a single thing about it. I think splitting up is a great idea, perhaps you and Mike could hunt together, and if Denali doesn't object, I'll stay with her. She looked at the fae and used her eyes to say, if you'd rather be alone, I can go with them. She wanted to make sure she didn't crown this poor wolf, who looked like she'd had a horrible life, and just looking at her, brought back memories of the fire, and something told her that this wasn't a coincidence. Maybe I was destined to meet her.

'You mean there's a pack nearby? That must be where the howl came from! Can we go over and see it, please? Where's it?'

Great, there's the false cheeriness again, in a minute, the false fear should arise. Once again, Lauren did not disappoint.

'But, wait, what if... the wolves who took care of Zahir Pack... are around here or something? Is Aldgar a powerful pack that can defeat those bad wolves?'

[mikewolf]

Mike was a bold pup, but naive to what was gioing on around him, he did not realize the storm of different emotions swirling around him, clueless to the deciet and secrets. Argent and Denali had their pasts, which they obviously did not want to share, which was fine with him. What happened in their past, was none of his buisness, nor Laurens. he enjoyed everyones company, as well as the attention he was getting from the flirty feme.

Once the he brought up the subject of food, everyone seemed happy he made the suggestion.

'Food sounds splendid. Unless you're up for fish and feathers, however, we won't be finding much to eat on the beach. If we head toward the Plains, we should be able to find some deer at least. Maybe some elk or a bison if we're lucky.'

After his first encounter with Denali, it made him happy to hear her speak in such a happy tone. They discussed of the elk and bison they would eat. "Bison? Oh man, that sounds good." Drewl started to flow from the corners of his mouth. I never had bison before, and I bet you have to work hard to take those big boys down. He giggled at the thought of digging his claws into their hide, being tossed around as they struggled.

'Well, I suppose I can do with some food in my stomach right now, and there's nothing more fun than a hunt! I've never hunted bison, but elk sure tasted good. How about a group hunt for elk, or we split up to grab us some deer?'

His fanticizing was broken by Laurens comment, and was brought to attention more from Argents words

"Well, I suppose I can do with some food in my stomach right now, and there's nothing more fun than a hunt! I've never hunted bison, but elk sure tasted good. How about a group hunt for elk, or we split up to grab us some deer?'
I think splitting up is a great idea, perhaps you and Mike could hunt together, and if Denali doesn't object, I'll stay with her."

His smile quikly faded as he heard of splitting up, but he figured, if they split up, they can get more food quiker. He thought it would be nice to spend sometime with lauren, and get to know her better, but was hesitent. He was fully aware of Denali's shift in emotions and expressions the whole time, and did not want to leave her alone. However, the look Argent gave her, reasured him, he new immediatly that Denali would be in good hands.

"Okay then, groups decided, lets move on to the plains, and find a meeting spot, after we split up from there, we meet back in two hours." He moved toward Argent, whispering into her ear. Make sure you take care of Denali, okay? She seems fine for now, but I dont want her to panic and get hurt. He may have seemed damanding and even pushy, but he wanted to make sure everyone would return saftley.

[adhara]

OOC: But, Argent, remember that Adhara's at least one year older than her, and has vast experience in that sort of thing. It's sorta like Powerplaying if you say my character did something when, in reality, she didn't. So, yeah, just a small clarification. It doesn't exactly matter here, though, so no need to worry. :3

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"I think splitting up is a great idea, perhaps you and Mike could hunt together, and if Denali doesn't object, I'll stay with her."

Hmmm. Adhara had half-expected the Red Wolf to disagree, to opt for the group hunt – after all, she seemed like the sort who'd want to keep tabs on those they didn't trust. But, perhaps, Argent was more or less attached to Denali, for she could see the female give the Tundra Wolf concerned glances. Okay. What are the reasons for such close connections again? the female asked herself. The auburn-pelted wolf may have had similar experiences to Denali, though she had only about an inkling of what said experiences were. She could also suffer from schizophrenia herself, though that seemed unlikely, judging by the calm appearance of the female. Or, of course, they both distrusted her, and that wench of a Red Wolf sensed it in Denali and decided to stand with her.

Also, she realised, Argent Alku may just be sympathetic of Denali, and wanted to help. But what were the chances of that ever happening? She was one who liked to infer based on solid truths, not jumping to making random conclusions without enough evidence. So, perhaps, she could effectively rule this theory out and focus on the former three. Of all three, the last conjecture posed the greatest threat to her, for a common enemy can unite great differences and strengthen resolve. She'd have to dispatch of Argent Alku as quickly as possible. She in herself was a great threat, already, to her plans.

What of the Tundra female? Was she dangerous enough? Adhara began her quick analysis of her target. She was older than all of them here, herself included, and might have had some authority, had she not been a schizophrenic individual. But, apparently, she seemed to be on good terms with the Aldgar Alpha, so it might be prudent to assume that she was of influence in that pack. Which, by the way, was the largest, her Aggress Mode cautioned. Denali can be unpredictable, so she may or may not blurt out her suspicions, but from what she'd seen so far... the Tundra female was leaning more towards the "maybe not" side. And it was her unpredictability that makes her a bad herald, Adhara assumed, for which stranger would willingly believe a lunatic?

Mike? No, Mike cannot pose any threat to her. She'd had him wrapped around her little finger, so to speak, and he was already falling for her tricks. Keep it up, girl, and soon he'll be your pawn. Get him to join a pack or two; he seems to be the friendly, company-loving sort. Then, get information out of him about that pack. Shake him off when you intend to do some infiltrating of your own, but don't overdo it – make him think you're still longing for him. Mmm, yes, that's the male all planned out.

All this thinking took no longer than ten seconds, and during which, her silence could not be noted, for everyone else had been voicing their opinions. She was just in time to catch, with her logical mind, the tail of Mike's last sentence: "... We split up from there, we meet back in two hours." Her Aggress Mode supplied the rest, and Adhara was secretly delighted. Good, good! She'd play with Mike for a while, and when they returned, she would have him smitten. Then, she can go about killing Argent without him suspecting her of being the guilty one ("M-Mike! Argent Alku... Wanted to kill me... So I fought back and now she'd dead! What can I do? Help me, Mike!"), for he would be far too much in love with her. Mind made up, she contributed, "How about here? It's a recognisable place, and it's so pretty!"

Meanwhile, Mike had wandered over to Argent Alku, and was whispering something into her ear. Swivelling one of hers to their direction, she occupied herself by shaking off the sand on her fur in a vigorous shudder, and pawed at her belly to dislodge the rest. Her ear picked up tiny traces of his words, and she mental-smiled, knowing her plan would be safe. After all, "take care... Denali... fine... don't want... panic... hurt" weren't exactly threatening. So, with one last swish of her tail, the Eastern Timber female trotted up to the group. "What're you waiting for, guys? Can we go hunt now? I wanna get something to eat, and then I want to go see the Aldgar Pack!"

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“Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.”

Dark emerald pools were nearly lost in the chiseled obsidian features of the brimming hellion. Few referred to this beast by his branding, but rather his reputation on the main land had perceived him as the Devil’s Advocate. A dark foreboding heart and soul poisoned his mind - an infection that could not be stopped; it was too late to reverse the effects, and the malice would never decelerate its advances on everyday life. Twin peaks atop his crown loped to the sides in affect to his lack of interest in the group.

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.”

Feathered plume was restless, lifting and falling irritably yet with purpose and rhythm. Rough tongue traced over the muscle and pelt that covered his shoulder blade and forelimb. Stopping, he peered from behind the brush watching the skies transform. The sun was hidden behind a gloomy forecast. Pregnant clouds rolled in off the seas. If the storm did not make it over the mountains, there would surely be a blizzard of a storm. A gust off the sea rustled the decaying branches of leaves that he was camouflaged behind. The air was cool, and rushed over his frame. Closing his eyes and lifting his nose, leathery nasal passages double their size, and a myriad of scent entered. Most of the wolves’ scents were masked by the salty air, although there was a faint detection of all four, he just didn’t know of whom they belonged too.

“Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'”

Lifting himself to all fours, he was careful not to rustle the foliage nearby to give way to his direct whereabouts. Although he had been downwind, he was certain that some of the group had noticed his company. If it made any difference, he was here before they were. Cranium lowered, he vigorously shook his pelt, ridding it of sand grains, dead leaves and other debris. Overhearing the group speak of food, a pain grasped at his abdomen. Realizing he too hadn’t eaten for a couple days, he figured he should head off to explore greater opportunities of a meal than what could be found on the beach.

“Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'”

Side stepping, he halted. Again he had overheard an exchange between the members of the group. They wanted to split up… From the deep crevices of his brain, a lulling voice instigated his next move.

“Wouldn’t it be heavenly to enjoy a free meal?” the voice trailed off longingly.

Tre considered the thought. It could potentially be difficult to capture a kill from a pack of four, but if they intended to split-up… That was indeed an entirely different scenario. Turning himself around, Atreyu became much more interested in every word that danced from their tongues, and every movement, even the subtle shift in disposition.

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A duo parted from the gathering and dove into the thick underbrush that lined the beach. Atreyu hesitated, still unsure of which two he would folllow...

"Follow them you fool! Before they are to far gone!"

The imaginary voices had apparently made thier decision, and in order to cope with them, he had to listen to what they said. Side-stepping himself again, he pushed through the ferns and shrubs only to halt, taking a second look back over his shoulder. His feet told him to stay, but his head said otherwise. Softly shaking, he rid his body of any notion that he was staying behind, waiting to prey on the others.
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[adhara]

[OOC: Sorry for this post, Denali! But I want to mention that after some discussion with Mike, it seems to have been assumed that Adhara has already left the thread, so RP as if she were walking into the distance, etc etc. ]

[mikewolf]

Mike Watched as Lauren had trotted off, watching her tail swing back and forth. She's quiet beautiul.... The thoguht had him frozen in plaze for a couple seconds, then cuased him to snap back into a blushing reality. He looked to his other companions. "Alright girls, I guess we'll be going now. Lets make sure to meet back up okay?" He smiled to Argent and Denali, making sure to give Argent a quick wind. He hoped it would give her the message, Dont forget what I asked you. he then trotted away, following the trail his new hunting partner had left.

As he followed, he stopped to look at the sea, with its vast beauty, and the freedom in wich it can give. This new adventure reminded him of his past kills. We had killed elk, and rabbits, mostly small prey, but he was proud, proud he learned to fend for himself. He was proud to live on his own. However, no, no he wasnt, he wasnt proud of that, all the nights of loneliness, all the tears shed, he wasnt proud, but it made him more so for coming here then anything here, he was starting over, and this start would be good for him.

He then continued to follow Laurens scent, as he had lost sight of her. Mike had walked for some time, until he was stopped dead in his tracks. A cold wind had frozen him in place, blowing a single leaf to the tree's, as if leading his vision there. When his eyes follwed, they widened, as his legs stood still. He saw him, the old wolf he barely knew, yet Remembered so well. How can i- no, ot cant be, this cant be happening again... The tall one was indeed old, but had a powerful aura to him, that wanted respect, no, demanded it. The old one looked into Mike's eyes, then the old ones gaze then turned to the derection the pup had just came. The old one walked, then began to run. What was it he was telling the pup. Was there some danger to be aware of, was Lauren in danger? He thought for a moment, then contined along his path. Sorry old man, but you know i was never good at listening. He continued to the plains, but now before a strange scent crossed his nose. It made his hairs stand on end, sending pure fear into him, but he continued, for the first time since he escaped hell, he was scared.