Well the Gemini Queenie hadn't been lying - this place was stunning.

The sunsets seemed different, the skies being painted by some invisible creatures to be filled with colors he hadn't yet imagined could be in the sky. The air smelled of softness, of tenderness, of an innocence that almost seemed sad, but it filled him with such hope. The grass almost seemed softer, like when he would cuddle with mother and his siblings when they were younger. Even the bugs seemed more magical - their fireflies danced more slowly than the ones where he grew up.

And then there were the trees. Purple motherfucking trees. He had had to see them to believe that trees could be purple. Their trunks were white! It all made him wonder what sort of magic these Inarians had trapped in their territory, what sorts of gods or goddesses they worshiped to be blessed with such unearthly beauty. It was gentle and it was ethereal, but even all this elegance and beauty and warmth could not mellow the bitter fire that simmered in his chest.

He had gathered for a reason.

He'd left word with Shuck and Croc in the early morning when they were leaving Tethys's side - big sister insisting they spend the nights together, PFT, as though they were in some sort of danger when apart. But that had been an hour or two ago, giving them plenty of time to establish some weak alibi elsewhere and finding an excuse to make their way over here. This right here was super top secret mission stuff, the type of shit that's usually done under the cover of night. Except that's what they would expect! ... and also the fact that nighttime meant supervision.

So they met under the bright noon sun, though cloistered under the shade of some of these magical purple trees and their whispering leaves. The great cluster of canopies above gave a sense of seclusion and secrecy, as though the shadows cloaked their mischievous intentions. When Shuck and Croc would appear, he'd flash a bigass grin on his face, snaggleteeth poking out. "I've gathered you all here today--" was all he could manage before he sputtered out a graceless laugh. A split second and he'd forcibly compose himself, donning a stern, straight face until it relaxed and he'd try again. This time he meant it.

"Fuckwad is here," No need to explain who exactly that was, "And I'd bet my left nut he's gonna try fer Croc's kids again. I, fer one, ain't gonna put up with that shit. So," A flash over to Shuck, "Yer the master for all things... err... strategic..." Barbaric was more like it, but it didn't matter. They needed a game plan. "Whaddya think we should do?" Because doing nothing was not an option here. Lucky needed to be avenged.

And sometimes the best defense is a fierce, fiery, vengeful offense.

ooc: Shuck and Croc only please. Other Sharitas may message me if they'd like to join. c:

The pounding headache wasn't helping things. The tension in her jaws was making everything worse and she didn't know if her clenching was from the butterflies in her stomach, the state of the union, or because she couldn't find anything to fucking EAT around here. She was a lousy fisher and it seemed like it was the only thing she wanted to eat around here.

Kyra had been avoiding Akutan. With the Generals passing her heart ached every time she smelled the x-clan. The fact that Akutan had just... left, had not even tried to get her attention to go with him to see Byakko and Raka, barely acknowledge her when she showed up with her dad, and then... and then not even pursue her? Not even try to get her attention enough to see if they could console each other? Was he even concerned that she hadn't been eating lately? Moody? Off? Was he even AWARE that she had been yarking at every opportunity or looking queasy every now and then?

Her dad knew. She was sure of it. He had been pushing sweet leaves and this interesting root, that she actually liked, at her for days now. It was probably the one thing that was keeping her going until she finally caved and ate a godawful pheasant, not that it did much because she'd yark half of it up an hour later. Bleh.

She was hunting because she had nothing better to do and had to keep her mind off things. She was keeping a steady silent slinking pace along the forest floor, stalking a rustling just ahead of her.
Maybe Buckshot had got some of those fish traps up by now. She'll bring Sara and the kids a pheasant. Stars know she's good at catching those damn things, and the kids'll probably like the feathers. Maybe she can ask Buck to get his butt in gear for those traps. Stars know she can't rely on her "lover" to even notice her anymore.

Hah Gotcha! She thought as she made a clean feathery kill before it took flight. She started to make her way back to the dens. Bleh the smell was already turning her stomach. If she never had to eat one of these things again it would be too soon. She thought as the bird dangled from her jaws.

If she voiced any of these thoughts about Akutan to her father he'd just turn it around and tell her to buck up and take it up with the guy himself.
Fine.
It was about time he knew anyway, looks like these kids are set on sticking around, might as well make it official.


She came into view of The Castle and paused briefly. She actually liked the central activity. She could tell where everyone was, mostly, and she loved the gossip of the place. Being so close to everyone one made it easy to keep friends. She knew everyones dens, and could even see Mercury's den and then saw her Dad making the rounds. He was probably checking on the kiddos, again. Well, those aren't going to be the only kids running around anymore.

She made her way to Sara's den at the Castle and dropped off the gift for the pacifist who wouldn't hunt. If Sara was there Kyra would ask if she knew where Akutan was. If Akutan was there (or at least easily found) she would give him a look. Not the "come hither" look she normally kept for him, no. It was the "we need to speak" look with the hint of "boiling pot of water", before starting to approach him.

ooc @Sekirei

Speech: #99ccff

The ocean is full of secrets.

Sometimes, those secrets find themselves coming out in the most unexpected ways as they wash up on shore and on to the sandy beaches. It's those treasures that make anyone wandering along the shore line eager to continue their walk with the hopes of finding more.

It had been some days since the pride had arrived at what was now their home of Stoneclaw, and Ferdinand had spent most of it missing. When the King had stumbled upon a cave full of paw prints of ancestors long past, the lion found himself ready to explore and catalogue each and every last bit of the territory they now called home. It was definitely a task in the making as he spent his days learning each nook and cranny of their home lands, but he was doing it.

He had managed to find his way from the large cave to the Crevasse on the second day. It held high hopes of lost treasures and maybe even some long forgotten bodies of souls who fell in to bad luck when traversing the lands themselves. It was, however, decidedly best for him to take that exploration on a day when he could have a partner or two (though he was hesitant to ask anyone to go on this particular adventure with him with it being dangerous). By the next day, Ferdinand had traced back his footsteps to the endless prairie. It was, as the name suggested, endless, and as he looked out on to the horizon where the yak herds grazed and lived, he couldn't help but feel that there was much more than met the eye there. Again; this would be a topic for another day when he found the courage to ask a small group to go with him to perform what would basically be considered an archaeological dig. He wanted to know everything about them and their feeding grounds. He wanted to make sure that he had every last detail in place for when he would surely write his stories about their King Roderik and his legacy.

Today though, he found himself wandering the tide pools, his large body slumped over a rock and his front feet dangling in the water. His gaze was fixated on several crabs that were having a fight, and the only thoughts he could muster were along the lines of, 'I wonder if they have a family. I hope they don't hurt each other. I wonder what stories these little guys could tell me.'

He found himself taking a break as noon rolled on through; his body warming up on the rock as the sun beat down on it. There were many things Ferdinand was ready to do, but for now he hoped the tide pools would offer some insight to this ancient land while he caught a little breather for himself. And, if nothing else, it was a perfect day for a cat nap.

He had idly heard of a party, but was happy when the red woman gave him one look over and said 'No stay here'. She never gave him any sort of reason why, but her gaze was keen and telling, he believed her all the same.

So when the group that had been chosen to go to Inaria actually did leave, the temperate forest felt a little more empty than usual. That wasn't to say that it WAS empty. There were still unfamiliar scents that littered the area like flashing neon signs, all screaming HEY FOLLOW ME! However, the pale jackal/wolf mix had a different idea for today's adventures.

Light paws carried quickly and quietly over the damp, mossy ground. A crow cawed above, and there was a far off bugle from an elk. The boy's large ears continuously turned on a swivel, pausing so that his burnt orange gaze could scan his surroundings from time to time. There was a chill in the usually warm, damp air. Some of the trees had already showed signs of autumn. Leaves already in various shades of reds, yellows, or oranges.

A small paw pressed down against something as he walked again, that let out an extremely loud CROAK. The noise was so sudden, Set nearly felt his soul leave his mortal body, springing up into the air, silver bangles clanging together a raucous clamor that caused the boy to yelp. Why do you have them if they scare you? Or maybe, they scare you and that's why you have them.

His body said bolt, but wide eyes caught sight of a tiny little toad resting in the middle of the path, hopping out of Set's near crash landing. Slender face moving to get a closer look at his little forest friend, he frowned with brows knit together. "I'm sorry for stepping on you, you gave me quite a scare, little friend."

There hadn't been a lull in her nerves since arrive, though she appeared calm and collect, anxiety had taken root in her mind at the very thought of their people just going off and mingling with the pack, thankfully some of their worst culprits were not here, she shuddered at the idea of Dirt walking around a place like this.

However Telana couldn't let herself dwell on those thoughts for too long, after all, she'd have to set up a meeting between the alphas. Touch base with them and continue their talk of an alliance, something they both could benefit from.

She would take this moment of solace to limp to a rest under the boughs of a willow tree, taking a deep breath as if it'd help ease the pain of moving into a seated position, spoiler: it didn't really. She exhaled sharply, breath uneven, but for the most part she was fine after the dull, numbing ache washed over her in the small waves. Eyes scanning the purple trees and actually enjoying the feeling of sun on her back. It was freshing to be here, where the air felt clean, rather than murky Alteron.

A twig snapped behind her and she tensed, eyes rolling as she tried to surmise who could possibly be trying to sneak up on her. "Cocytus, I don't need to hear about Sage again, please go away." Her tone was commanding, stern, but trying as nicely as she could possibly be to her nephew, the steps came again, and instantly her ears drew back. Enough, that's it. "Cocytus, I said-" Whirling around and stopping when amber gaze met a smaller form. "Oh.." Tone deadpan, but expression didn't do all that well to mask her discomfort, as she gazed back at a child?

The ginger woman grimaced at him, eyes bouncing from his tattered ears, ah. "Do you need something?" She questioned with a keen look, and without even missing a beat. "Come closer so I don't have to turn so much to look at you."