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((Sorry, a lot of this is just story. I'm just trying to get to know her a little))

Schorl missed the Cryptid's Village.

The hellion had no idea what humans were, so when she found the battle torn settlement she started to imagine what kind of creatures would build such a place. She had plenty of ideas of what they could be, there were bones remaining from the slaughter that confused her more than it helped. Despite the uncertainty Schorl loved living in what remained. Stone walls, windows, shelves for all her little trinkets. That's what she missed. And that's what she wanted to replicate in Alteron.

She had spend an ungodly amount of time digging her den. Most canines didn't mind close quarters, the kept them warm and was convenient. Shorl's home was massive, the roof a good foot above her head. Piles of dirt in each corner would work at her shelves. Her sad, empty little shelves. There was a shiny black rock and a fox's jawbone. Both found. But the green feather on the far shelf, that the hellhound saw on a new recruit's necklace. It wasn't half as impressive of her things in the village, but in that moment Schorl wanted it more than anything. She was bigger, and higher ranking, so a frontal theft was easy enough. Silver nose sniffed at her prize now, tickling her in the process. The canine looked around his giant den and sighed. Well that project was finally done, maybe it was time to crawl out of her hole.

It was a hot, muggy day in the forest. Thankfully there was no pressing trip the jack had to go on, walking to another packland in this heat would be wretched. A part of her wanted to go to the nearest creek and just lay down for the day, but Schorl had a rumbly in her tumbly. With most of the Alteron population gone or rotting on the grounds there seemed to be enough prey to go around. In fact it took little searching to find a chipmunk perched atop his log home. Not exactly a belly buster but a good enough snack. The hellion tried to sneak up the best she could. Schorl, bless her heart, was a fast creature, but not exactly agile. The prey heard her and ran into the rotten log. Schorl lurched forward, snapping at air before shoving her muzzle into the tree.

The log, it seemed, was not as sturdy as she thought, and soon she found her head breaking through. The hellion lurched back to free herself, but to no avail.

"No!" her horns were caught on more solid wood, lodging her snugly. She growled in frustration and tried throwing he weight back, anything to free herself, "Son of a BITCH!

Things changed.  Rooter didn't.  He hibernated, though the rain forest didn't get the same weather as say Inaria in the winter so his sleep was brief.  He still wasn't at full weight and that also contributed to his sleep.  No one bothered him.  He made few friends (translation: none).  He had no mate.

No mate.

Things changed.  Then he realized the lack of scents.

To be honest, the disappearance of the leader surprised the grizzly.  Both leaders actually.  And Screaming Mother wasn't around.  Orcrist didn't question it, at least out loud he didn't, and Rooter was fine with that.  So the bear ate more.  He even shared his meals.  Things slipped into redundancy and he didn't mind.  It was quiet.  It was safe, for Alteron.  Which meant bad things would come soon.  And Rooter wanted to be ready.  

"Do you miss them?" was his idea of small talk.  Bears are poor at small talk, but he was careful and hesitant when he asked.  Wolves normally bonded with their mates and children.  Orcrist and Atlas weren't normal.  He had no words about their children.  He was glad they didn't bother him.  He remembered some of them and in particular the older ones the parents didn't care about.  Not even a bear would do that to their children.  Even male bears would hesitate attacking cubs to make sure they weren't killing their own.

"I want a job." were his next words after Orcrist spoke.  "Not just fighting.  Maybe scaring outside wolves to see if they can brave a bear and join this pack."

Such an orator.

@Frost

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The fog had settled in on the day the night before, it was so dense and thick that it was hard to even tell what time of day it was, but the ginger female weaved and limped her way around trees, ears flicking about idly to catch the caws of ravens or the occasional bugle  of a far off elk. There were certain things in Alteron one could become accustomed to, the noise was one of them. The rancid smell and the moisture was not.

She'd never understand what her sisters saw in a place like this, why the threw themselves at it. Power was power, she understood that much. They'd given so much and for what? None of them were here to revel in what they built, it was all for naught. History would never remember Arith's name like it would Azuhel, and even then as the sunset on her elder sister's reign so too would the books of lore.

Finally she arrived at the water's edge of Lake Imbrium, bones cursing her as she slowly crouched down to lap at the water. Amber eyes would glance out to the center of the lake, though the heavy fog obscured most of the isle today, a ripple in the water caused her head to raise as something wet floated toward her. The female would raise a brow, expression shifting from curiosity to down right disgust as it finally came close enough. A decapitated deer head, half the fur had rotted off and left exposed sinew and bone, a milky eye had sunken into the skull the other bulged out hideously. Every muscle in her body had tensed, and her fur prickled as she snarled out her disgust. "I hate this disgusting place."

@ilunga

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There was an unending calm about how night shifted into morning, the sun hadn't even risen over the great peaks, and yet Saboro was already alive with noise. There was a chill in the air, the sky a pale purple-blue dotted with fading stars, though it was the promise of a nice clear summer day in the taiga. A low hanging mist coating the ground and waterway areas, it was serene.

However, not many would be up at the wee hours of dawn, it was stranger that the large boy was trudging around. Saturn was the type that absolutely loved his rest, there were countless times that his father had to literally drag him out of the den (which is honestly quite a feat, because Saturn was heavy even as a puppy, Ang has big strong wolf muscles now because of it). It was now a task often left to his sisters or brother, probably not one they quite enjoyed either.

But early this morning, he walked, huffing. Saliva running out of his mouth in two thick streams, as he moved in a rather erratic, close to frantic sort of way. "n-niph... N-NIPH HELP!" Came a cry, but he'd only be answered with birdsong and the growing dread that came with this attack.

Chest heaving, and his body giving a nervous tremor. Too full, too full, his brain was flooding with so many things. TOO MANY THINGS. "NIPH, MAKE IT STOP" Another cry into the cool morning air as vapor exited his mouth with each tormented breath. He crashed into a field, stumbling along as a breeze swept the fringe from his eyes for a moment and his pupils were mere straining pinpricks in a sea of dull crimson.

He fell then with a loud thud, thrashing wildly in wet grass. "NEB-NEBULA NEBUUUULAAAAA" He cried out in choked breaths, paws caked with dirt as they swung against the ground. Jaws flying open to wrap around one of his forelegs and he'd bite down with a surprising amount of pressure, white hot pain shot up his leg and unseen tears pooled in his hidden eyes. WAKE UP WAKE UP.

Unfamiliar scents were the first thing that started to register in a young fluffy balls mind. She didn't really have words to describe them, just, weird. They didn't smell like momma and they sure didn't smell like home. No, instead. The smells were... stinky. Like a puddle of water that had sat too long and started to grow that fluffy green stuff that bugs lay their eggs on. Mom said to never go near that stuff, or you'll end up sick and throwing up all night. Guess mom was speaking from experience or something.

The next thing that the fluffy being registered was that the ground was smooshy. Soft, like a large mud puddle that grown-ups got mad that you played in. Getting all dirty and needing your third bath for the day. 
Mud, that's the word for it. It felt like she was laying in the mud. Not the drenched watery mud. More of the, you'll sink in but not too deep kind of mud. The kind that'll stick to you and make sucky noises if you stand in one spot too long and try to lift your leg. The fun mud.

Then finally, the silence. It was so quiet that the young pup almost felt the need to fall back asleep. Like it was the middle of the night and the stars were still out. Mister golden sun was still tucked tightly into his little bed on the other side of the world. Dreaming of sunny days and clear skies. 
Although, if it was night then wouldn't there be crickets? Odd.

Finally, the small dull throb of a headache started to take over the fluffball and she opened her bright blue eyes. She instantly regretted that though as the pain seemed to intensify and caused her to squeeze her eyes closed as tightly as she could. White hot pain throbbed like a racing heartbeat through the tiny girls head. A small whimper escaping past her little mouth as she felt her body ache with the pain.

Aelia, the pups name, stayed still like that. Withering in pain for a few more moments. It felt like an eternity, but, thankfully, its past. 

Her eyes slowly opened once more. This time, only a dull pain taking hold of her instead of the largely intense pain from before. She stared ahead, still trying to get her bearings. Her eyes blinked, taking in the sight in front of her. Nothing, well there was stuff but nothing she could remember. All she saw was water in front of her and more of the soft squishy mud that she was currently laying on.

"Momma?" 

Her voice was quiet, almost like a whisper. Her mouth was a little dry from the deep sleep she had been in.

Aelia slowly moved so that she was laying on her stomach. Her eyes blinked sleepily as she looked around herself. On her right side, a tall wall of the mud. Her left, all water and behind her. A dislocated half decayed head of a wolf, or what she could only imagine was once a wold. One eye was completely missing and Aelia watched with wide eyes as a worm crawled out of it and wiggled before it moved down the skull and squirmed up its nose. The young pup stared frozen to her spot, her stomach squeezing from disgust.

She started to breathe heavily as a panic started to wash over her. Aelia felt tears starting to fill her already dehydrated eyes. "Momma!!" She wailed out as she finally stood up on her wobbly legs and ran towards the tall wall of mud. Loud wails of the young pups cry echoing loudly as her black paws tried to pull the young pup out of the muddy moat, but failing. Her small little toe beans only succeeding in slipping down the already wet wall and covering her body in more of the soft brown dirt.