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[atrb=width,400,true][bg=#58FA82] Run. One single thought echoed through her mind as she raced though the blanket of luscious red flowers coating the ground, not looking back. How long she'd been running she couldn't remember, all she knew was that she wished she had the energy to continue. Her legs ached more than they ever had, and she was breathing at a pace that was almost hysterical. Collapsing under the shelter of a nearby tree, she lay doing nothing but panting for what felt like forever, having not even the energy to think or scent the air. Adrenaline was still flooded in her brain, her fur bristled so high she looked like she had seen a ghost, which in all honesty, would have gave her a fraction of the shock and fear she had felt after the tragedy she had experienced. She looked frantically around at the territory surrounding her. A meadow, that was were she was, a beautiful meadow full of red flowers, but it wasn't her home. Her home. The shock of realization hit her like a thousand bee stings. Her father had been shot, she had got away, but had the others been so lucky? Her mother, her sister, would she ever see them again? Her home, that shady, prey-filled forest she called her home. She doubted she would see any of these things again, all she had ever known, it was gone. Her fur flattened as she cautiously scented the air, she hadn't thought about the possible danger being in a pack's territory might bring. So many smells, she recognized hardly any of them. Luckily one she did not sense was a pack, as far as she could tell. Was she a loner now then? She guessed so, and wondered if she would ever find another pack in which to call her own; but for now there were more important matters to attend to, for starters, her thirst. It wasn't long before she found a pool full of perfectly cool water, and began sipping it up at an extremely fast pace. It was like she hadn't even realized her immense thirst until the first drop of cold water hit her dry lips. And despite it all, she smiled. Her jaw was soaked with water, and she remembered she was alive. As long as she was alive, even if the life she knew was dead, she would be okay.

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[atrb=background,http://i1127.photobucket.com/albums/l630/Li_ara/ScoutPTMiddle.png] Scout's paws padded through this northern territory. He had never been to this place and had no idea what to expect. He knew that it was beautiful but, in his experience, every area he visited here was beautiful. He didn't smell a pack around and he had heard that it was unclaimable for whatever reason. He hoped that didn't mean that there was no food here. He had left Akihra and Sariya along with the rest of the pack for a few reasons. The first being that he needed to eat something. He spent a long time there without food. He could have eaten while he was there but, he knew that it would mean taking away from the pack and Akihra's family. The second being that he felt that he was being a burden. He felt that it was his fault that Akihra's land was now filled with loners because of him. He felt bad about abandoning her and he hoped that she coulkd forgive him but, he felt as if it were something that he needed to do. Perhaps he would be back around in that area if he chose to join but, for now, that was to much to think about. He needed to be away from all of the stress that had gone into his life in the last few months. He had been asked to form a pack with his friend Tolko who he hadn't seen in ages, he went to the haishin pack for a little while, he almost went on a hunt with a large wolf whose name was escaping him who he also had not seen in ages. He needed time to himself, to relax. That was one part of being a loner that Scout actually enjoyed. Being able to relax and lay about without inturruptions. He took a moment to notice the luscious red flowers that surrounded him. They were beautiful as well. Life was beautiful. His life was beautiful. Suddenly, he caught the smell of another. It smelled like a female and not a terribly large on but probably larger than himself. He only weighed 70ish pounds on a good day and now that he had been eating next to nothing, he weighed even less. He kept walking, hoping to meet a friendly face. Though, he was a bit sick of the emotional turmoil he had been going through, he was still social and liked talking to others and it would take a lot more to change that. As he approached, he saw a red wolf female. This should be interesting. He had met a few other red wolves and they had a tendency to be a little hot headed. He hoped that this was not the case here. He really couldn't handle any more stress. As he got closer and within speaking distance of the female, he spoke to her. Hi! I'm Scout. He wanted to introduce himself and get that out of the way. He hoped that by being friendly he would get friendliness in return. He stopped walking once he got a bit closer but, left enough room for personal space. Words;; 616 Muse;; not the best..sorry Tagged;; Iris Mood;; Mentally Exhausted Other;;

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[atrb=background,http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c237/x_punkeroo_x/woodgraintable2.jpg] Dark was aware now that his sore paws were carrying him forward, though some pestering thoughts and memories were demanding most of his attention. As he wandered mindlessly, his heart became burdened with a vision of his beautiful children. It seemed the stress of swimming across the ocean had frazzled his brain and turned him into a bit of a mess. Though the black brute had spent several days recuperating and fishing on the beach he had first landed upon, his mind had not caught up to his still-tired body. Aneyu...? Dark's tortured brain threw his first daughter's name at him. Pale blue eyes fancied a snow white figure darting in their peripheral. His head jerked in the direction of the beautiful specter. Nothing... C'mon, Dark. Get it together. She's not here. No one is... The dark wolf sighed defeatedly. What had happened to his beautiful family? Where was his beloved Jeita now? It had been months since he had last seen her, but the memory was still fresh. He could feel her hot breath against his neck as she'd pushed her muzzle into his thick fur. They were a vision of night and day, the large black brute and his heavenly white mate. She had backed away from him, only to pierce his gaze with the brilliance of her eyes, the color of grass freshly sprung at the start of the spring season. "I will love you always, my Dark Novias," Jeita had whispered. "We will be one until the end of time." At the remembrance of how she had spoken his name, a chill worked its way down Dark's spine, causing his fur to bristle. Feeling himself traveling too deeply into the realm of wonderful times lost, the brute shook his muzzle from side to side, clearing his mind of the memories for now. He knew that Jeita would be back to visit him in his dreams...if he was lucky enough to sleep tonight. Dark had been deprived of the luxury of sleep for years, so he was hardly fazed by this, though he did long to see his mate's face, to breathe in her scent one more time. He knew that this was not to be so. Nor would the wolf ever see any of his eight beautiful children again. This was a cold, hard fact he had been trying to accept for so long now. From the start of the war that ended his days in the lands of Silver Mountain, Dark had been preparing himself for this very situation, but he never actually allowed himself to believe it would become a reality. Grasping now that he truly had nothing left to lose, the black wolf stopped dead in his tracks. He took in his surroundings, which he had failed to notice earlier. Dark had traveled into a beautiful, but haunting field full of bright red flowers. They were the color of blood spattered on a new snow, and the brute imagined them as such. His time spent as a warrior had a tendency of soiling certain colors, sounds, scents, and otherwise pleasant stimuli. This gorgeous scene was no exception. Lifting his muzzle to the breeze, Dark caught the scents of two wolves. One was a male, and the other was female. They smelled so odd to him. Neither smelled anything like the wolves he had associated with in the last several years. He truly had left everything he knew behind... This is it... Dark thought, drawing in a deep breath. The two wolves could not be more than several hundred yards away, though the brute had not yet spotted them. Padding onward for several more yards, he suddenly saw them. His icy eyes locked on the others as he sized them up. They were both considerably smaller than himself, but he recognized the female as a red wolf. A smile crossed the black brute's face as he remembered Darkening, his red wolf friend from the Outlands back in the place he once called home. He was unsure of the male, as he bore a resemblance to a red wolf, but was somehow different. Aware now of his aching leg and slight limp, the large black wolf padded slowly, cautiously, to the others before him. There was no turning back now, as he was in clear view of these foreign wolves. Mentally giving himself a short pep-talk, Dark stopped mere feet from the significantly smaller strangers. "Hullo." Dark offered his greeting smoothly, though his nerves were on edge beneath the surface. Since the war ended, it was hard to shake the constant worry that those around him wanted to tear him apart. Trying not to appear too stiff, the black wolf produced an almost comical-looking grin that was clearly overly exaggerated. He probably looked a bit more constipated than anything else, but the damage was done, and Dark Novias would now face the consequences.

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[atrb=background,http://i1127.photobucket.com/albums/l630/Li_ara/ScoutPTMiddle.png] He had not yet received an answer from the red wolf femme when he heard another male voice behind him. He turned to look at him and he saw a very large, black male who appeared to be a mackenzie valley wolf. Those seem to be very common here. Akihra was one, as was Sariya, he was certain that the larger male he was with many months ago was also one..his name was..Tharamon. He was certain that the alpha from Descai was also one from what he had heard about him. But, this one seemed to be friendly enough so, Scout didn't see much danger here despite his small size. Hello! Scout greeted the other male with a smile and his tail wagged slightly. He was always happy when he got to meet new wolves. New wolves were new friends. Friends were good. Scout had friends but didn't see any of them any more. He often wondered where they were and the thought of them passing away never crossed his mind. The black wolf made a very large smile in what Scout hoped to be an attempt to be friendly in greeting. The smile actually looked rather creepy to him and the wolf looked constapated to him. Scout's mind automatically went to which herbs would help the wolf overcome his constapation. Several came to mind. He also noticed the wolf's slight limp and his mind went to things that could help the pain if any was felt. Scout didn't know if it was an older injury or not but, he knew that he wanted to help the wolf. That was the whole reason why he had become a shaman as it was called. I can't help but notice your limp, does it hurt? At this point he had completely forgotten about the red wolf standing behind him and he was fully focusing on the large black male with peircing blue eyes. He hoped that he was not being overly forward as he was becoming these days but, it would bother him if he didn't get it out of the way. The thought of the question offending the male didn't cross his mind because it wouldn't have offended him if one were to ask him the same question. He hoped the male knew that he was planning on helping him and not hurting him. Words;; 497 Muse;; barg Tagged;; Dark Mood;; helpfull Other;; I was planning on just skipping Iris until she comes back and then she can jump in :3

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[atrb=background,http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c237/x_punkeroo_x/woodgraintable2.jpg] Dark thought for a moment how foreign his voice sounded to him. He hadn't spoken to anyone in so long, the black brute couldn't even remember the last time he'd encountered other wolves. Every once in a while, he would mumble to himself along the way, but it was very rare for him to speak out loud to himself anymore. The wolf supposed this was because he rather enjoyed the silence of traveling alone after being tortured by the sounds of war for so long. Even now, Dark could hear the squealing, the cries of terror and pain, the sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing, the faint 'shhh' of another's dying breath... The brute furrowed his brow and the unnatural smile immediately dropped from his face. Though the turmoil he felt on the inside didn't show on his features, his pale blue eyes always told the story he was so good at hiding on the outside. A cheery, "Hello!" entered Dark's ears and he came back to the present. He always had such an annoying way of drifting off to La La Land when he should be paying attention to something. There was a constant inner monologue to overcome, along with random flashbacks and memories of the many tragedies the black brute had recently faced. It was about time to let those things go. Light eyes scanned the smaller wolf up and down, just for good measure. He seemed very friendly. He had an open posture and his tail even gave a flick from side to side. Dark decided there was nothing to be tense about here and fell back onto his haunches to give his sore leg a rest. It had been nearly a year since his battle with Sebastian, but if there was one thing the elder Novias had a knack for, it was injuring Dark in one way or another. Dumb bastard, Dark inwardly cursed. His brother deserved the brutal end he met. The black wolf briefly remembered dismembering Sebastian, though he had blacked out from rage through the majority of the fight. If anyone were to look back over the life of Dark Novias, it might seem as though he had a violent streak, or a thing for abandoning mates and children. It occurred to the wolf that he probably would not appear as the most savory of characters, though his actions were always circumstantial and never done by choice (except maybe killing Sebastian). Deep down, the clumsy goof ball still remained, but that version of Dark had been hardened and pushed aside for quite a while. The black wolf allowed his expression to soften as he lazily wagged his tail in return to the smaller wolf. " I can't help but notice your limp, does it hurt?" asked the stranger. For a moment, Dark's muscles tightened, but he quickly rationalized the situation. That was not a threat, but a gesture of kindness. The black brute smiled genuinely this time. It had be some time since someone had shown any kind of concern for his wellbeing. "It's a bit sore," Dark offered. He cocked his head slightly to one side. "The wound's close to a year old by now. It was pretty nasty at the time. I guess it just didn't heal quite right." He lifted the offending leg and shook his paw softly before placing it gently back on the bed of flowers below. His rather ghostly eyes met the other male's. "My name is Dark, by the way. Dark Novias." The large male was really trying hard to be friendly now. He desperately needed to brush up on his social skills. "Are you from around here?" Until now, it hadn't crossed Dark's mind that there were probably packs around here, though he hadn't noticed any scent markings in this area. What if there were others? What if this could be a place to start over? What if this could become home...

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[atrb=background,http://i1127.photobucket.com/albums/l630/Li_ara/ScoutPTMiddle.png] Scout notice that the other male quickly tensed after his question. It made him nervous for a second. He was not ready for a fight. He hadn't eaten anything substantial for some time. His fur was shaggy and spotty in some places. He wasn't sick or anything but, he certainly was not perpaired to combat with this much larger, much healthier male. But, thankfully he relaxed again and so did Scout. It was never his intention to offend the male. "The wound's close to a year old by now. It was pretty nasty at the time. I guess it just didn't heal quite right." Scout listened to him as he spoke and a million questions raced to his mind about how it happened. It must have been something serious to have caused a permanant limp and still pain after a year. He looked at the foot at the dark male lifted it and wiggled it limply. He furrowed his brow. I know something that would help with the pain but, the limp is permanent and the herb would only give temporary relief. He offered to the other male. He wanted to help him but, there really wasn't much he could do. He offered his services as a shaman to all wolves who were in need that came his way. But, he unfortunetly didn't have anything on him at this point. But, I don't have it with me.. if you want you can come with me and I can see if I can find some? He gave this suggestion to the wolf without even asking if he wanted the plant or even knowing his name. But, the wolf introduced himself as Dark, Dark Novias. Scout wondered if he was royalty or something. He always accociated fancy names with fancy wolves. I'm Scout, just Scout. He smiled. His name was nothing special. Just one word. One word was all he was. He was not royalty or even in a pack. He was merely a loner. He thought about joining packs every now and again but, then the thought of losing his freedom came to mind and he quickly pushed packs out of the question. Dark then asked him if he were from around here. No..I'm not really from around anywhere..I kinda travel around. That was true and he wasn't trying to keep anything from Dark. Dark could be his new friend! But, Scout was going to have to make sure that Dark didn't dissapear like his other friends. Sariya and Akihra were the only ones that hadn't thus far. I don't think there's a pack here if that's what your looking for. Scout was trying to be helpful to the wolf in any way that he could. That's what he was good at. Helping. He wasn't good at much else so, he guessed that being a good helper was his special thing. Words;; 494 Muse;; better Tagged;; Dark Mood;; helpfull Other;;