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  What's this?
Posted by: Kol - April 16, 2018, 08:54:22 AM - Replies (14)

(Oh so rusty... time for Dagan to venture his way on in)

Deep, dark clouds blotted out the late afternoon sky, the sun long since hidden as the oncoming rain overtook the lowlands. Rain fell in sheets, adding a soggy wetness to an already cool day as evening gradually approached. A flash of lightning briefly lit up the darkening land, quickly followed by the deep boom of thunder. Most creatures would wisely have long since sought shelter, tucked away safely in warm, cozy burrows or dens to await the morning that would eventually follow this early springtime storm, though one figure could be seen slowly, almost casually crossing the far southwestern border only a short distance from the foot of the mountains.

Dagan paused briefly as another flash briefly lit up the land before him, taking the moment to give as quick a glance around as he could before giving the faintest of nods to himself, this seemed as good a way to go as any, there seemed to be a river not too terribly far ahead. Glancing over his shoulder at the looming mountains, he briefly considered turning that way and seeking some shelter among the rocks. Turning back he opted to just continue on, how much worse could it possibly get? His fur clung, plastered to his body already soaked clean through, likely making his lean frame seem almost scrawny to anyone else who was crazy enough to be taking a stroll through the area. His slow, steady pace showed he was clearly in no rush as he simply just pushed onward, his long tail hanging low, the end more or less just trailing through the soggy ground in his wake.

He wasn't sure where he was, nor was he terribly concerned with the details of where in particular this was anyway. the grey-blue Hellion had been travelling for a long time now, only recently something seemed to nudge him in this general direction, perhaps some odd instinct, even he wasn't sure why... it just seemed... right. Through the rain-laden land, he'd briefly detected a faint scent of what could possibly be local inhabitants, but he didn't feel particularly threatened for now, besides, if he kept going now, what were the odds they'd even take notice of his presence tonight? He could figure that all out later, for now, he just felt like walking, so he would do just that until perhaps he was tired enough to stop, or perhaps he'd find something of interest, who knew?

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  This Is War
Posted by: Anyu - April 16, 2018, 01:43:51 AM - No Replies

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Welcome to Breckenridge, Colorado. Surrounded by snow-covered mountains and rugged pine forests, the town is one of the few remaining refuges for humans and animals alike now that the United States is at war with itself. With Denver being a hot spot for military activity, many dogs have begun to migrate in a last, desperate attempt to survive.

A brutal winter is just coming to an end. Those dogs that have survived it are scattered and weak. To top it all off, new survivors are coming from the bigger cities and suburbs, trying to find some place that isn't littered with explosions and gunfire on a regular basis. With them they bring their own ideas and beliefs on how best to survive this cruel new world.

What the dogs don't know is that the war is beginning to move. The rebel Americans are loosing ground in the state of Colorado. The United States army is slowly pushing them back, closer to the Breckenridge safe haven. The federal army is determined to take back the state, while the rebels are willing to fight down to the last man standing.

Can you survive?
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  Mushrooms are fun! [PRP - Solrush]
Posted by: Vadish - April 15, 2018, 10:46:42 PM - Replies (8)

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V A D I S H
"Lord of the Body."

actions - “speech” - thoughts

Bliss.
That was what flowed through Vadishs mind as he chewed on his latest find from the Tortuga pack lands. The climate had been perfect for him to find a flurry of different 'medicinal' herbs thriving, and there was even a secret spot with some fantastical mushrooms that gave him the feeling as if he was shrinking.. shrinking.. shrinking away from the world.

Everything seemed large and beautiful around him as the hellion padded through the pack lands and headed towards the shoreline. The salty air swept briskly through his blue hued coat and he breathed it in deeply. Invigorating. Stimulating. What a perfect day. He hummed to himself with these thoughts, floating across the sandy dunes and down to greet the ocean that stretched out before him.

If only Bree, his bobcat mentor, could have come with him. He hoped deep down that she had found somewhere nice for herself and hadn't instead found.. a violent end. A horrendous image flashed into his mind of lynx fur strewn across a forest floor - her dead, lifeless eyes gazing straight towards him. The bobcats broken, bleeding maw parting to whisper one final word.. "Why?"

Vadish abruptly shoved his head face first into the sand before him and began violently scrubbing against the grains to clear the image from his mind. When he raised his head again, sand clung to his now messed up mohawk. A nasty taste spread in his mouth and he stumbled his way to the waters edge, lapping up the salty liquid to remove the bile from his mouth.

The salt water settled awkwardly in his stomach and little bursts of colour began to appear before his eyes, showering the ocean in rainbow hues and re-inspiring the hellions fascination and wonder at the world that lay around him. His pupils dilated and a manic laugh escaped from him as he began running and skipping through the shallows - bounding down the shoreline towards a rocky outcrop.

As he approached the rocks, a strange looking sandy coloured boulder began moving. Then as he got closer it started to grow fur, then a tail and finally ears until the boulder transformed into a creamy wolf! Intrigued by this morphing boulder Vadish approached with no fear or hesitation - what was it doing?

He stopped just behind the creature and peered his head over it's shoulder - the strange furry boulder had a stick in it's mouth and was poking at weird images on the boulder. The pictures glowed with vibrancy, leaping off the boulder to dance laps around Vadish's head. He snapped at them playfully, catching one and watching as it burst into a million sparkles above him. Beautiful. Amazing!

"Whatcha up to furry boulder? How'd you make these pretty things?"

He gestured to the air around him, poking another of images with his moist nose and watching as it too burst into a million star-like pieces. What an amazing place they lived in, who knew such beauty could exist in a world filled with violence and tragedy. The hellion hummed quietly to himself as he waited for a response - his hair was a mess and sand still clung to his face from the incident earlier. Certainly quite the sight for any creature to behold.

He nosed his way past the furry boulder to stare more intently at the images on the boulder. They wiggled and vibrated, giggling at him and whispering. Vadish chuckled at their antics and licked the images on the rock, leaving a smear through the picture. He licked his lips, the flavor was unique - like a rainbow in his mouth. Delicious.



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  Flood the Veins (Zaniah)
Posted by: Zenith. - April 15, 2018, 08:35:17 PM - Replies (2)

ooc: This takes place after Zenith leaves Gem for a little adventure; an rp where he tells Serrate about it will be liquid timed!





It was a lonely and stormy night when Zenith took shelter beneath a coniferous overhang. The rain pattered relentlessly for days and gave no warning of let up, but the place he'd chosen was dry and the still thick winter coat kept him warm enough. Blue eyes glittering in the dark gloom, he glanced towards the sky and thought that at least finding water wasn't going to be a problem for a while.

The forest was quiet, aside from the rain. It was still too cold for frogs to sing, and nothing else had business moseying around in a downpour. With a sigh, Zenith tucked his nose under his belly and, feeling quite clever concealed and safe from elements just outside, he let himself sleep.

--

Ah, here was a familiar dream. The sun streaming down from the fading surface. The bubbles climbing higher, leaving him behind as he sinks. The acoustics of the sea, of distant whalesong and salt against fins. The darkness and the twinkling lights of stars in the deep.

But there, a difference. A voice echoing from the belly of the world, where it's owner lay smooth in sand and quiet. It made him sad.

"Hey," it said, quietly at first. Then it rose up to whisper into his ear. He tilted his head, to hear better.

"Kid, you picked a real bad place for a nap."

--

His eyes snapped open and all about him was a terrible roaring. The canopy that had sheltered him was hanging so low it touched the dirt, and just beyond the needle leaves rushed water. A lot of water. Zen scrambled to his feet and pushed passed the veil only for a torrent to drench him immediately. The ground shook, and he sank, paw for paw, in soupy mud.

"Oh," he muttered under his breath, watching his ankles disappear into the bank—the BANK? What bank?!

Before him was a river, fresh and new and widening every new moment of its life, and it was hungry. No sooner had he registered his surprised that it was lapping at his legs, and then, as he tried to turn and flee to higher ground he cursed himself for not finding in the first place (so much for that smug attitude!), it had taken hold of him. He tumbled head over heels and bounced against the bottom, still grassy, still full of budding trees and undergrowth, and was swept away.




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  the freaks come out at night // revolver
Posted by: Emera - April 15, 2018, 07:22:01 PM - Replies (2)

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Loneliness swallowed her again.

"I told you it would,"

Ryan didn't have plans to stay and hide, the way she did. She wondered if she'd ever come off the highest shelf, if she'd ever be dusted off and allow herself to be handled again. Ryan was able to remold and become something like fine china after all he's been through. Emera wasn't so lucky. She was still scared, still fragile.

"Just a coward."

The orchestra of crickets was comforting, a white lulling noise that helped to drown out every subtle snap of a branch and the blowing leaves. Kept the voice quiet, too. Mostly. The breeze was numbing, though that was barely a problem for her as she took shelter within the abandoned fox-hole. The warmth within the small chasm in addition to the award-winning symphony helped her fall into a light slumber.

Ever so light.

Only a temporary escape.

And she would be faulted for it.

"wakeupwakeupwakeupWAKEUP."

Her eyes shot open, jumping and hitting the top of her stolen shelter. She gasped, both at the pain and from the startled alarm she had to awaken her. She felt mostly taunted by the voice, but it seemed now the voice was on her side. Warning here.

"Do you hear it now?"

There was no mistaking it; these were footsteps she was hearing. The wind could not be to blame, the pattern was too purposeful; these steps had a sense of urgency to them. And she wanted to run, she wanted to run really fucking far, really fucking fast. But she couldn't. It was too late.

They were practically atop of her now.

Her lips quivered and her mind raced and her eyes were frantic, wide, dancing in every direction, waiting for the steps to pass.

"Better hope they don't notice you."

They won't.

"They might. You shouldn't have fallen asleep."

They'll walk by.

"They're going to hear your heart racing."

Emera felt a pang within her, her ears were ringing loudly and her head stung. Was it because she bumped it to hard when she woke? The stimulation she felt was becoming too much, it was too loud.

"QUIET." Too loud.

"Now look what you've done."

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  give me the song and i swear that i'll sing it like never before [RII - Gray]
Posted by: Zanna - April 15, 2018, 10:51:00 AM - Replies (2)

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Life was slowly – slowly – getting back to normal for the crimson girl. She could feel, day by day, her strength coming back to her. She could go longer distances without losing her breath; She could push heavier objects around; She could jump higher, farther. It was a small step for a long journey, but she could feel the optimism rising within her, compelling her to try harder, do more.

Of course, this was not all accomplished by Zanna herself. No, she had someone else to thank for her progress.

Kappa had been doing an astounding job of not only being a supportive packmate and mentor, but perhaps becoming a friend to Zanna. Their meetings thus far were strictly business (basic training, conditioning, circuits), but Zanna couldn’t help but feel a part of her beginning to form a bond with Kappa. It may have been a one-way feeling at this point, but the crimson girl was slowly finding herself trusting Kappa more and more. Only time would tell, and she still had a lot of progress to make before she could try for the Dragon Spectre rank once again.

Today was a day off, but rarely did she take more than the necessary time to rest. She was planning to go walking today, to see how long she could go before needing to rest. She usually started at the lake at the farthest end of the second ring, and would work her way toward the first ring. Last time, she was able to make it half way before needing to stop and catch her breath. But she’d gained more muscle since then, and her lungs were getting stronger, so she felt that today she might be able to make it all the way.

Of course, there was always the risk of getting caught at the division between ring one and ring two, however it was a risk she was willing to take – she had no malicious intent, no secrets to hide. Being intercepted would only slow her progress.

So Zanna walked, her breaths even at first, growing ever slightly heavier as she trekked onward. Her tail swung slowly behind her, her pace relaxed and steady. She used this time to reflect, to think about the many things that swirled in her mind day in and day out. She thought of the old Saboro – how it met its demise, the people that left, what they left behind. Did she miss it? Maybe a little bit. It was hard not to. But she was so hopeful for what lay ahead of them, for what this new land could offer them. She was hopeful for those that came along for the journey, for those that didn’t give up.

Zanna didn’t want to feel any malice toward those who didn’t come along. But the days ticked on, and the chances of them coming back grew smaller and smaller, making it difficult not to feel a sense of anger. Some tiny, miniscule part of her was clinging to the hope that perhaps they’d return. That perhaps Crenate would come back, return to them, lead them as he had before.

She missed him. And maybe part of her missed the old Saboro. Her old rank. Her old body. Her old life.

Part of her wasn’t ready to rebuild and move on. It was hard.

But she had to, there was no choice.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, she moved forward. Her breath was slowly becoming more ragged with each step, her muscles getting tired, aching from the previous day’s workout. She could tell she was close to the first ring, but not quite there. She wanted to push herself, to get there. But she couldn’t risk doing more harm than good. She continued. Just a bit farther. Just a bit farther.

If she could have faith in Saboro rebuilding and recreating itself into something magnificent, then why couldn’t she have faith in herself? Why shouldn’t she be able to restructure herself entirely – becoming something better than what she was before. She would have faith. She did have faith.

She hoped that everyone else would have faith. Not only in Saboro… But in herself. She’d rise to the top, one way or another. She always worked hard, always put herself out there. She had no fears, nothing to lose.

A heavy breath forced itself out of her nose in a grunt as she pressed onward. She would get stronger. And she would be great.

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  Reign of the Apes {Needs Staff}
Posted by: CHRIS - April 14, 2018, 11:42:48 PM - No Replies

The year is 2157 - the rule of humans has ended in them being scattered in the wilds or enslaved to the new dominate species: the apes. But in the mysterious “Forbidden Zone” - a rebellion of apes and humans lead by the mysterious Caesar is rising. Where will you stand in this battle for dominance over the planet of the apes?

* Brand new! In need of good, friendly staff to help with coding and running the show!
* Loosely based on the original movie timeline but you need no information on it to join.
* High ranking positions on both sides currently available.

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  Sekkai Fractures: An Original dragon-bonding Rp
Posted by: silverfeather - April 14, 2018, 12:52:03 AM - No Replies

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The end of a long and terrible war ushered in a decade of relative peace for Sekkai. The land returned to it’s prosperous and joyful prime as construction made headway. Dragons, the winged protectors of Sekkai, grew abundant and powerful. Elements of every sort darted across the skies and plains with their riders, snuffing out the lingering remains of their corrupted enemies. Their mammalian cousins, the Draux, swiftly patrolled the borders and city streets. Massive Dire wolves raced between the varying climates, destroying the smallest, darkest of intents.

A truce was struck with their fallen enemies to the west. The Tainted, a nation of once-corrupted Sekkians, simmered, biding their time. Blind malice did not guide the Toxic Queens. They were smart, cunning, and knew that the key to overcoming a much larger opponent and reclaiming their land was not a full-fronted assault. 

The Influenza, Mycotic, and Rosemary dragons beneath Tainted Queen Augari’s caustic wings worked their magic at her behest. At the end of their long and tedious experiments, a new pathogen was created and set loose upon the mainland. Returned captives flocked to their homes, unaware of the true danger they carried. The disease finally exploded two weeks after Sekkai's annual autumn festivals. Livestock, not dragons, swiftly and brutally perished. The pandemic immediately wounded Sekkai, for what was a proud, strong military without a source of food? 

The Toxic Queens watched as Nyushi’s golden Empress struggled to maintain hold over her people. Riots ripped apart Sekkai with escalating violence. A military police was formed, but would it help? The Queens had their rightful throne. They had a fortress. They had an indomitable army. Their foes were bent to their knees. And now, with the puppeteered return of the Nightmare Nidhogg, they had the control they needed to bring their legion back from the muck the Sekkians had quashed them into. Wielding that terrible power, the tainted forces mounted a surprise attack to retake the ancient fortress of Iyalruek -- and they succeeded with bloody consequence. 

But there was something to the simple equation of power that the Tainted weren’t quite expecting. Although it had long laid dormant, it began to move in the aftermath of their terrible plague. It grew, biding it’s time. The quiet, unseen resilience watched. It waited. It planned. And now, it was rising.

And what will you do? Will you help Sekkai recover from it’s wounds and uphold the law of the land? Will you rip the whole of the continent from end to end in order to glean a name for yourself in history? Or will you scheme, quietly, and work tediously to overthrow your oppressors when they least expect it? 

Things aren’t always so black and white. 

Welcome, then, to Sekkai Fractures. 

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Rules :: Dragons :: Accepting List :: Player Guide


Sekkai is moderate to advanced original fantasy roleplay set in a world where humans can bond to dragons with the use of magical crystals. Our world is ten years old now, but whether you’re a returning member or a brand new one, we’ve got opportunities for everyone. ❤ We are now located on Zetaboards! 

+ Dragons, dire wolves, and a unique bondable species, Draux
+ Streamlined player’s guide to sort out our expansive lore
+ A friendly and encouraging art community
+ No sexuality or gender-based impressions
+ Two hatchings a year
+ Unique pet species
+ Discord chat

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  Haunted by the Thoughts of a Blood-Drenched Elsewhere
Posted by: Terracotta - April 11, 2018, 09:40:34 PM - Replies (4)




                                                             
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"She is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again."
- J.M Storm




Who would have guessed that it would be water that would soothe the firey girl's soul.  When she had first glimpsed the vast sea plain, she had been in awe, and would have lingered longer if her family had not dragged her away.  When she learned that her new home was connected to the great ocean, she rushed to the shore as soon as she got the chance.  And there she had stayed.  She learned the cycle of the tides according to the position of the moon.  She was learning how to predict it by the stars.  She had explored the tide pools and sampled the riches, and dangers, within.  Too cold for poisonous lion fish and the wrong ocean for venomous sea urchins, the most Terra had to worry about was the stinging jellyfish.  That had been a painful lesson, and one she was not interested in repeating.

The onshore breeze ruffled through her bangs, exposing one amber eye before they resettled to veil her face.  She had been here almost the whole season now.  She had built her den among one of the coastal caves, creating a low wall to block the wind using a combination of driftwood, stone and sand mortar.  She collected specimens and had them sorted in her "tanks", natural pools that formed at the back of her cave.  She'd been cataloging them, and had learned which were good to eat and which weren't.  Nothing poisonous for her pools, but some things were tastier than others.  Mostly she was learning how the ecosystem worked, and the intricate dance of life fascinated her.

What she was really doing was hiding.  No one had thought to look for her, and Terra hadn't wanted to be found.  She had wanted to disappear into the wind and the waves, to dry up in the sun and be buried by the sand.  Terra wanted to become the elements, to take them into herself and have them absorb her.  She wanted to forget what had happened to her, but that wasn't going to happen.  So she hid from it for as long as she could.  But in doing so, she was hiding from her family.  The guilt was creeping into her dreams, chasing away her peace.  She would have to confront it, would have to leave her cave and her beach and her pools.  She would have to resurface and seek out her family soon.  But not today... no, today she would spend in the breeze that was flowing over the dunes.  She would gather her courage and she would go when the tide came in.

At noon the sea retreated, it's roar muffled by the whispering wind and the hiss of the dune grass.  She spent the day out in the tidal zone, collecting a few things and examining still more.  The day came and went, almost too soon in the young flame's mind.   At dusk the water chased her inland, forcing her back to shore and hiding it's secrets once more. It was time. Terracotta climbed the tallest peak in her range, and stood for a moment watching the burning orb begin to sink below the horizon.  Then she went to ask a favor of one of the coastal ravens that roosted in the rocky ledges nearby. They obligingly wound the salt grass around a portion of her advantageous mop into some semblance of ponytail.  Now her bangs merely framed her eyes instead of curtaining them.

She traveled overland to a place she knew she would know until the end of her days.  It was outside the border of the pack where she now resided, but she didn't care.  Almost full dusk now, she intended to spend the night at her father's tree.  Looking up into the boughs, the leaves were dusty black, too dark to distinguish any color in the dying light.  Were they still red?  She did not know.  With a sigh, she sank down on her hindquarters, looking up at the stars through the canopy.

"Hey, Daddy...  Sorry I've been gone so long..."



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  one last time [Nardir]
Posted by: Puffin [RP] - April 11, 2018, 08:02:43 PM - Replies (5)


OOC: Liquid-timing this thread to take place after Nardir evacuates their territory but before Alana leads them to Inaria. This thread is where Puffin discloses his plans to leave Nardir and start a dog pack, and then leave with anyone who wants to join him. Nardir only please!

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They rested in the valley below the mountains that made up the Fringe, north of the Desolace but south and west of everything else. Everything except the valley that had once been home. Puffin gazed up at the mountains that made up the perimeter of Nardir's crater, his gaze one of great longing, and sighed. His conversation with Alana had been deep, cutting right to the bone, but there was no bad blood. She was his queen, always and forever, but it was time for him to answer another calling. They had all lost so much, and though he knew this was one of the hardest challenges Nardir had faced, the way his heart head eased when he made his decision told him everything he needed to know. This was the right path for him. Nardir would be just fine without him.

Puffin stood before the remaining members of Nardir, counted their faces, felt a pang of loss for each face not there. To them he must look worn and harried, tired and broken. After the initial evacuation, he had gone back into their crater twice more to search for survivors. To search for Kestrel. He hadn't found anyone. This was all that was left of their pack, their family, and the reality of it left him stricken. "My fellow packmates," he began, and then paused for everyone's attention to find him. "The monarchs and I have spoken at length about our next steps. Nardir will seek sanctuary in Inaria for now, to rest up and recover, and the bigger decisions for the pack will be made there."

He watched their faces. He knew the questions on their minds: Where would Nardir go now? Was the pack done? Could they claim territory somewhere else? Would their valley ever be habitable again? He was just as uncertain as they were about these things. But the weightiest part of his speech still remained. "I will be remaining here to watch over the mountains and continue searching for survivors. Those I find, I'll send to Inaria." He took a breath. "I am stepping down as Viceroy and leaving Nardir, as well. I love you all, more than I can say, so I'm sorry to leave you in such a time as this. This was...not by any means an easy decision. But Nardir has a future, in Inaria and beyond, and the pack can survive without me. There are others whose fates are less certain."

He looked at Phillip. "There was a village of humans, once, and a pack of dogs that inhabited it. A long time ago. It was my home, before a hurricane destroyed it and scattered its surviving members across the strait and beyond. Some found their way to Familiaris, which fell as well. Nardir is home to some and sanctuary to all, but it is at its core a pack of wolves, and thus a place many dogs would not voluntarily go. I have it in my power to create a place like my old village, like Familiaris, that is a home to dogs. So I should. I need to. I have learned so much from you all, lessons I can pass on. We'll trek the mountains and valleys around Nardir's old valley and search for survivors, and we'll be a dog pack, however small."

He looked for Hudson and Alue. "Anyone who wants to come with me and join this pack is welcome. Even if you're a wolf, you're all honorary dogs to me." His lip quirked up in a small smile, the first since this tragedy began to unfold. "And Nardiri are always welcome to visit. Nardir will always have a place in my heart, and wherever you end up, you'll always have a sister pack in us."

He nodded to Alana and Julek, and found tears in his eyes. It was a goodbye he had not predicted having to make. It was a door closing shut on some of the best years of his life, with nothing ahead but a dream and a bit of conviction. "Thank you, everyone, for the joy that has been my life in Nardir. I am grateful to you all, and I will never forget any of you."

He took a step back then, and waited for what would happen next. Would anyone join him? He almost dreaded the goodbyes. No matter his conviction in the path he had chosen, saying goodbye to these wolves would be hard. Beyond hard. And his heart ached for those not there to say goodbye to. He thought back to the day he met Starfire, to the day he came to Nardir's border, to the day he and Alana saved Phillip, to the day he met Kestrel, to the trip he took with Julek to claim the crater for Nardir, to the day Alana and Julek raised him to alpha, and his heart felt like bursting. There was so much love here. The end of an era, he thought.

And the beginning of a new one, he hoped.



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