Lost All Hope [Sly]

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Sly slept peacefully next to his mother. The heat from the water had kept him warm during the night while his mother died and her body went cold. He dreamed of the day before. His mother picking him up and running fast across a place she told him never to go. He was scared about what was going on but became happier when the pool came into view. Steam was coming off from it and warmed him from the wind. He wanted to explore but his mother told him stay and sleep. His skinny body appreciated the warmth from the pool while he slept. He was skinny but his mother was skinnier than him and he had been worried.

Sly awoke with a start. He had heard a noise that woke him up. He was used to waking up by noises because his mother usually wanted to move if they were heard. He felt his mother's coldness on his back. He knew something was wrong. He got up and sniffed her. Usually she was awake by now but she wasn't moving. Her life had left this world and he knew it. She had explained it to him before when they saw on when he was little. What do I do? Why is she gone? What have I done? These questions went through his head, Each more confusing than the last. Leaving him in pain he whimpered softly. Now thinking selfish thoughts of how she shouldn't have left; he tried to wake her up. Trying to push her up with all of his might, but it never worked. She was to heavy to move and he was to malnourished to even have the strength to do it. He gave up and layed down out of breath. He began whimpering again with nothing else to do and nowhere to go. He layed his head down next to hers and stayed there watching the pool with sadness.

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] It seemed that whenever Vorilye returned to Kamari, yet another loner felt it was necessary to intrude. The pack needed to make a permanent stand in Kamari in order to ensure that the loners of Anikira knew that they meant business. If they could not protect their borders, then they were likely losing their food supply to the loners. It did not make sense that they would simply cut through pack lands unannounced and not bring havoc to their territory. If they were foolish enough to invade the pack's territory, then they were likely hunting there as well. With three young mouths to feed, Vorilye was even more conscious of the need to protect the pack's borders and their food supply. He refused to let his pups starve because of poor security. Ryker and Rovan could surely help with this. As he followed the most recent scent trail, Vorilye found quite the surprise. The lifeless body of a female rested along the water's edge while something wriggled beside it. Vorilye approached cautiously, unsure whether it was a scavenger feeding on the deceased wolf's flesh or something else. As he crept to the other side of the wolf, he relaxed almost instantaneously. A ball of fluff was nestled against his mother's body, and Vorilye felt his heart break a little at the soft whimpers of the puppy. While he was already concerned about feeding his own children, the alpha male still had a heart. He approached the pup calmly, lowering his muzzle and nudging him carefully so as not to startle him too severely. "Little one," he crooned to the fluff ball, hoping to stir him. "Do you know your name, son?" he inquired gently, knowing that the pup was likely incredibly malnourished and exhausted depending on how long he had laid here by his dead mother. The body did not smell of decay yet, so Vorilye was surprised that no predators had approached and killed the pup. Instead, he was still breathing, albeit likely quite weak from lack of nutrition from his mother. It was a long shot, but perhaps Shayde would be open to the idea of accepting him as another of her children... The male shook his head. Maybe there was another way; with Shayde's new protective instincts and her already being angered with him, he could not fathom her wanting to accommodate any other requests from the alpha male, particularly one that would require her to work even harder. There had to be a way for this to work, but what could it be? But alas, the longer he thought, the more he realized that Shayde would be his only option unless he allowed the pup to perish. Surely if he were meant to die, then nature would have already taken him away. Vorilye believed enough in fate to know that something had protected the young one long enough for the alpha to find him, and he was not one who wanted to chance defying the gods. He valued his life more than that, and besides, this would be yet another impressionable mind that could be indoctrinated into Descai's ranks. This was going to possibly be another able-bodied male to protect the borders when he came of age. Perhaps Vorilye could keep him from realizing that he was not one of the alpha's pups, anyways, although that was highly unlikely with his own three bundles of joy and their large mouths. They would know that this was not their sibling, but at least it would be another playmate for them. What else could he do? Count | 607 words Muse | Decent. Tags | Sly Notes | I'm assuming that after your next post, I will need to powerplay Vor picking him up and carrying him back to Acerbus to the dens where Shayde is currently. I just need your permission to do so.

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Sly was shivering uncontrollably. He was laying down against his mothers cold side. He had been there a while and only had the water form the pool to drink. His mom had gone cold and wasn't coming back. His mind had gone numb a while ago. No thoughts could enter anymore. His grief clouded all the thoughts that entered his head. He had only survived this long out of pure will. All around him he heard silence. Luckily no predators had come but no easy food came either.

Something entered the clearing. Sly hoped it wasn't a predator. There was no way he could protect himself if it was. Buried under all of his grief, he still wanted to live. A big black wolf entered his line of sight. Sly's first reaction was fear but he didn't have it in him to show it. All he could do was whimper and stare. The wolf nudged him with his gold muzzle and nearly knocked him over. Sly's body relaxed. Anything coming to eat him would have already done so. His head went back down again. He didn't have the strength to keep it up anymore. He hoped he wouldn't be left alone again.

"Little one, Do you know your name, son?"

The question stirred in Sly's mind. No one had talked to him in a while. He did know his name. His mother had made sure she taught him right. Remembering his mother sent him back into his grief. He forgot the question that was asked quickly. His mind wasn't on task anymore, but he was glad another wolf was here. Sly got up and slowly wobbled over to the wolf, making sure he didn't get any look at his mom. He sat down on the other wolf's huge paw. He leaned against the wolf's leg, barley able to stay upright. Sly finally had hope again, but it did little to raise his spirits at the moment. He needed something to eat to survive much longer. He was all skin, bones, and little puffs of fur.

Count: 357 words
Muse: meh
Tags:Vorilye
Notes: Go ahead and power play until you bring me back. Ill write more next time I just don't have the time at the moment.

[Vorilye]

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[atrb=background,http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t26/corpes3/vorilyemid2.png] While Vorilye could not have expected a reply from the little one, it did come as a bit of a surprise that he looked up and acknowledged the alpha's presence. He would have to do something, and soon, if he planned to save the small male's life. It would be a difficult question to ask of Shayde, but certainly she would at least consider it. He was the alpha of the pack, and she had no power to reject him if it was something that he desired. It was surprising to the black and golden male that he even considered sticking a stray mongrel in with his own litter. But something in his heart told him that he needed to do something to save the pup. With tender golden eyes on the little pup, the alpha did what he thought he would never do. He nuzzled the little one to comfort him, whispering softly, "I am taking you back to the dens. Do not fret, little one. You will be safe." With those gentle words, the alpha male scooped the small pup up in his muzzle, dangling him by the scruff of the neck like he had seen Shayde do with his own youngsters and Ithilwen before her. Scanning the surroundings, the male took off at a fairly rapid pace. While he intended to hang around Kamari and ensure that it was secure, he needed to make sure that this pup did not die. He was malnourished and much smaller than he should have been for a pup of his age; Vorilye could only assume that he was around the age of his own pups, or he likely would have died much sooner. Perhaps Shayde would know what to do. He continued to hold onto the hope that the beta female would not completely turn her nose up at the request. After all, Shayde, as far as he knew, was still quite angry about him mistaking the young pups to be those of a loner. Surely his trust in her was more evident now, and maybe, just maybe, she would give in to this one request. It was a lengthy run, but the male hastened his pace as soon as he set paw on Acerbus's turf once more. He needed to take care of this, and he needed to do it now. What if the little one perished? He could not stand to see yet another youth pass away before his eyes... Count | 415 words Muse | Ugh. Tags | Sly Notes | This was pretty bad... Sorry.