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Dracul pinned his ears back taking in all the news Ludo had to give him. It bothered him rage and anger boiled with in him but he followed the Beta. Eyes now glowing red. He hated having to adapt but he stayed silent. His goal was to have his Midnights back to there old strength. He was tired from there long journey but he followed Ludo the scent of whelps hitting his nostrils. He sighed letting himself relax as they moved. He thought of his brother and of the ivory fea. He hoped the female didn't hurt him but it was a price that they all had to pay. Dracul had fell for Raven. She was his weakness but that was a long time ago. Gladiator had just met Akiko when him and Raven had made there pair official. His thoughts took over. He remembered the feeling the fea had giving him. He feeling of complete of being wanted. It was amazing how cold she was and how easily she broke down for him. He soon began to see what it was Gladiator was feeling. Perhaps this change was for good not just temperately. Maybe he would search for love once more. Someone to spend his last days with. Perhaps... but who knows how long a sick twisted mind can remain sane.... who knows...

She didn't answer and Damean's patience grew harder and harder to control. His mind wasn't as calm when the white blue shot through the trees. His ears perked forward as the scent wafted through the brush toward his nares and he instantly growled. "Akiko..." He was off. His mind was flared. This was the side Damean didn't show often. He left behind Akira and the pups and began his stalking through the trees. His body came through into the main area. His eyes were locked onto Akira's closest and a hessian. Gladiator's scent was here. He eyed the brujio with slight annoyance and then followed the trail. He spent much of the time in his head feeling the
skin of Gladiator between his teeth. Then the strongest hit of the bru's scent hit his face and he hated it but he paused. His hairline was high with annoyance and he growled in his mind.

With an annoyed swipe at the brush he pushed himself back towards Akira. It knew the dumb bru would smell him but he didn't care. His mind was racing as he himself raced back towards Akira. He broke from the brush looking at each of his whelps. "Akira. I'd like to to them to my home, if you don't mind." His words were clear, at this present time he didn't want them here, or be here himself. She would know this, and he wouldn't back down. "Who wants to come home with dad? We'll be back here in no time, but just for a two night stretch, who wants to come with me? Two nights. On the third day, we'd come back here" He growled under his words and looked at Akira.

He could see Killian wagging his tail but Damkira was stepping back close to her mother not quite sure what to make of this request. Was she allowed? Damean was looking at Akira, not much time to decide. "Have one of your own come with us. Two nights in Jabbar. As alpha, I need to go back to my lands. And I haven't had enough time with them." An excuse but he lied to her easily. He did want to be with them but he had to get home. He didn't know if Akiko was going there, or what else was amiss but he needed to get back...

Crimson withdrew her paw and watched the crazed femora. She had not budged, like her own retardation made her incapable of reacting. Maybe she did not know how to fight. Rolling her eyes, Crimson merely snorted and parted her jaws with a few last words to the femme. She had better things to do. "Well, whenever it is that you want to die, come find me," she growled, and whipped around without another look. Ludo had already taken off with the girls, so she could not do anything with them right now, but... Penilla was still around. She glanced to the fae and marched over to her, seating herself in front of the dog. "Why don't you come with me so we can go to the water," she suggested, her voice cool and calm now that she was away from what had been agitating her, "You should at least clean up your wounds so they don't get infected."

She stood and whirled around once more, casting a disdainful glance to Cormin to make sure she hadn't moved yet, then began at a trot toward the nearest source of water. If Pin was smart, she would follow, for her only safety lay in the paws of the Betess. Everyone else looked at her with disgust or suspicion. Crimson had no reason to favour a dog, but she had less reason to despise one. She'd yet to meet one who caused her any trouble, whereas she had met many wolves, especially of a certain breed that had done nothing but aggravate her the moment they arrived on the scene. As she approached a shallow, gurgling stream, she bent down to lap from its surface. She froze, ears pricked high, when she heard two familiar howls, voices that sent her hackles on end and a shiver of repulsion down her spine.

She had gotten used to Cira and her small family; that fae had never been a nuisance, though she had been of little use to the pack. Crimson's own son had recently started mentoring Icarus, Cira's boy. It had all just fallen into place rather simply, and she hadn't had the time or energy to continue hating them. But this howl was different, this was the song of a brute she had long hated, one who had spawned many more of his kind to plague the lands. Digging her claws into the soil, she wondered what she should do, if anything. No, just leave it be. Ludo was tending to them with Ireland and the girls. Nothing had better happen to them, though, for her teeth and claws would soon be in the throat of any who harmed her offspring. Two had died on her, and her boy Atreyu was missing. If she lost another she would go balistic.

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Avenged looked up as Ludo and Ireland beckoned she and her sister to come and watch meeting the newcomers. She frowned, looking over to where Crimson and Cormin were, but her mother seemed to have given up on fighting the foolish femme, thus she shrugged and turned to follow her father, tail high in the air. At least they could be doing something. She walked with her sister, but halted when they were told to hide, and furrowed her brow. Grumbling, she followed Cheveyo into the adult's chosen hiding place, and watched from there. The view was limited, and she growled with annoyance. She couldn't even hear what was being said. How boring. But at last it seemed they were finished, and Ireland came over to where they'd been left.

The she-whelp jumped out of hiding and looked to Dracul who was following her father. She had to crane her neck back just to see where the wolf's head was, and she felt a little overwhelmed by his size, though curious too. She was used to seeing regular wolves, or even smaller ones like her mother. Crimson was small, though she had quite the vicious streak. Ludo was fairly large, and she admired her father, but even he couldn't match up to this other brute's height. He towered over them all. Huffing, she glanced to her sister, giving her a look, then walked over to Dracul's side, looking up at him as he walked. It was hard to keep up with his long stride, and she had to jog. "Hey! Hey you!" she called out to get his attention from down below, "How did you get so big?" She asked; maybe if she got some answers, she could teach herself how to grow so big.

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Winter smirked at Elipsis. He was right, she had always been more interesting in sifting through the plant world alone than fighting and training with her parents and siblings. But alas, the two came hand in hand for her now; she could fight when she wanted, and when she was done she could fix herself up. Her tail swished slightly as he said they would have to see about how skilled a warrior she had become. Yes, a spar, that would be excellent. She nodded her head. She listened as her brother explained Blood's death, his rank, and how it had affected each of them, but their mother most. She had seen Crimson only briefly since returning, and though it hadn't surprised her to see the bold femme fighting, she wondered now if the fight was over something merely trivial. Guess they would find out later. She wondered if she would offer her skills to help whoever was wounded; she probably would, if she wanted a rank such as that.

She gave an uncertain look as Elipsis said their mother had been acting carelessly even with the new litter. One had died because of how unstable she'd become? It seemed strange, but maybe she didn't know her own mother like she thought she did. Or maybe she had just changed dramatically. She knew from experience that things change when you open your heart to things, because then you get hurt, and it affects you. As he said there was to be revenge set for Blood's death, her vibrant blue eyes lit up. "Well, I shall be a part of it," she said, knowing obviously her brother would be as well. She glance to the side as Deadly suddenly slipped away without a word, moving silently as though she wanted to disappear from the scene. She cocked a brow and looked to Elipsis. "She seems a bit tempermental," the ebon fae commented, "She's probably just jealous cause I'm stealing all your attention." She had to chuckle slightly, for it always amused her to cause annoyance to others. Maybe that's why everyone had hated her on her adventures.

Shrugging, Winter fell silent once more and allowed her brother to recite the things he had done, and tell of his own accomplishments. For an adventuring wolf, that wouldn't be much, but for one to stay within the pack, they couldn't ask for much more. He mentioned the name Cira and he had to think back a bit, but she could somewhat remember her. They had all been young back then, in fact, they were all nearly the same age. It was strange to imagine Cira grown with pups now, but she shrugged. A smirk played upon her maw as he said that he was now a mentor to her son Icarus. Standing, her lush tail curving into the air, she let it wave to and fro as she looked to him. "Well brother, for a pack wolf I'd say you're well-accomplished," she declared with an affirmative nod, "As your sister, I suppose it's only right for me to say I'm proud to hear of your achievements." Her smirked turned somewhat awkward, for she was not used to saying such things; but Elipsis was her brother, and she knew she could openly say such a thing without being ridiculed.

Her grin returned, teeth white against her midnight black pelt, and she moved toward him. "Well, if you're an assassin," she said, tensing her muscles slightly and sizing him up, "Why don't you test me? There's no need to wait til later." She growled, backing up and moving into a braced stance, her tail the only thing moving to show this would not be a serious fight, but a spar indeed. It was bound to be fun, though her pride might be hurt if she was defeated; then again, her brother had the advantage of size and strength, though her center of gravity was much closer to the ground, and she could move easily without fear of ever falling. Barking, she taunted him to come forward and make a move, just to see who had been working on their training.

A howl rent the air and her mind was only half on it. The other half was on her children and Damean. Only when Damean snarled did she turn her attention to it. Then there were several more howls. One of them she recognized as her sisters. Frowning she wondered how long Akiko had been in her lands. Wondering at Damean's reaction she was about to open her mouth and comment when Mercy nipped at her leg and annoyed with all the commotions she snarled at her pup who flattered herself to the ground, ears pinned to her tiny skull and scooted away subltely to Dae's side. By now Damean's patience seemed to be pushed to the limit. Watching him pace she wondered what aroused such a bloodlust in him. Not that she cared, she actually enjoyed it. Then he was off but she actually did not mind. She had no plans to join her pack at the moment but it seemed that her prescence was ever demanded. Sighing she looked at her children. "Problems you all shall be faced with someday children....well at least some of you. Depending if you haven't betrayed and killed each other by then." She said this casually and reclined on her haunches and very buisness like grabbed Damkira by the scruff and set her down and began to groom her.

Soon enough their father returned all worked up. There was a scent on him that stirred her memory and she found her eyes narrowed in deep thought. Then he spoke, he was anxious and she could not tell why. Then...an unusual request. At first her lip flicked up in instinctual reaction to one taking her pups from her but she quelled it. Halting her gooming of Damkira she looked at Damean thoughtfully. Was there a reason he wanted the pups away from her? Surely two nights was not long enough for Damean to plant any seeds of betrayl in their small heads. Besides, they were too scared of her to keep such a thing away. If that was even Damean's motive. Well you didn't last as a queen if you actually believed in trust. "Very well, they may come with you. Those that wish can stay here. But I shall pick an escort for you across the lone lands." Looking at her children she raised a brow.

Mercy peered at her mother and than looked at her father with large eyes. "Do you live very far Daddy?" Her body wiggled with excitement and she forgot all about her mothers scolding. "Oo Momma! We're going to go on a trip! Won't you come?" Akira looked at her child amused. "No Mercedes, you shall go only with your father and the escort." Uncertainty flashed across her face and she looked at her siblings, they had never been away from their mother for so long before. Hardly ever, in fact. Odin looked calm and smug, his chest rising up and he marched over to where his father stood. "I can handle it." His milky eye staring at his siblings, the other one unreadable. Mercy huffed indignantly. "So can I!" And she marched over and shot a sour look at her brother and another uncertain look at Damean.

Penilla watched as Cormin didn't appear to be doing anything, and she looked up as Crimson approached. She was mostly surprised by the neutrality expressed. It would have been hard for her to label he words anything but. Stark had taught her that packs such as this generally had little to waste on things like trust and kindness. She wasn't sure how true his words were, but he seemed to be accurate so far. Stark, though, also seemed to fit under this group, she thought, not for the first time. She quickly followed after Crimson, who didn't seem to be attacking her anytime soon.

When they stopped at the stream, Pin made sure to enter the water downstream from the Beta, so that the dirt and dried blood that clung to her short fur wouldn't drift to her lapping tongue. She didn't spend much time in the water- just enough to make sure her wounds were clean enough. Then, she was out of the water again.

Stark knew there wouldn't be anything for him to do, and was surprised Cormin didn't really do anything. Not his problem, though, as he watched Pin follow Crimson, and he was curious as to whether she was more scared of the pack or him- not that he necessarily wanted her to stay scared of him. It actually seemed fairly close after their little fight. He turned, wondering if he should start stirring up trouble, but remembered the howls just moments ago. Some of the pack didn't not seem happy at all about it. It was fun to annoy and snap at humans already mad, but it wouldn't be wise to stir up already angered wolves who would actually be a challenge for him in a fight. In a second, he decided against checking out the new wolves. Stark may not be the wisest canine, but he knew how to keep himself alive, or at least, enough to exist.

Sawyer


Sawyer's orange orbs looked at Akiko and held firm to her storm. She was obviously upset and his nose twitched slightly at the thought of this bru who called her his mate who could upset her so much. A deep growl came to his chest as her white ghostly form dissapeard. She was upset enough to leave and that didn't bear well with Sawyer. He flicked his tail and shook his thick pelt. This hessian better leave her alone....


(ooc: Gah my post had been 1000 times better than this but the comp ate it)

Daenerys

She looked over at Mercy and wagged her tail then nudged her sister. She stood and looked over at Damkira with piercing blues..she was always under mother's feet. When her brother chose it sealed her fate. "I wanna see too daddy." she said her white tail wagged softly.

"Wow...I didn't see that coming. I woulda thought that because of you I wouldn't be standing outside the group once again" Sin sighed and looked towards Pitchra. He sighed again when he noticed his 'brother in law' didn't say anything in return, only kept his eyes forward on Curse and Dracul. What a waste of time. His pace picked up and he separated from the group. He wasn't going to stick around for this. He doubted Dracul heard him leave and if he didn then he could be called back but he didn't care right now. Sin's Rage wasn't the perfect of the family. He did what he was supposed to do but he just couldn't fit in the way they always wanted him to...

Pitchra was vaguely aware of Sin talking to him, but he ignored it for themost part. His mind was on Curse and Dracul. Alert and attentive to what was going on around them. He felt Sin's heat dissapeared but didn't even move his head to look. He kept pace where he was, seeing Dracul's lips move slightly and he knew they were talking he wouldn't dare think about approaching them right now.

Sin kept walking, heading towards the strongest scent, in the middle of the pack. He kept going, kept stalking, and his mind began clicking with some thoughts. What if, instead of doing as Dracul said, he would do the opposite. Well now...he wouldn't do that...

Pitchra looked at Curse when she vouched maybe he could teach Icarus. She was right about the fact that he hadn't so much as raised his own son for the lad had learned to follow the rules himself though this one seemed to differ from where he was supposed to be. As they had walked into the lands of Muerta there was a sense of calm about the group and he would point that out. "Icarus. When you arrived here, did you feel safe, home, welcome, more at ease with the fact you were chosen to come here and not Jabbar or some pure pack?" He wouldn't wait for the boy to speak, instead he stood and walked in a slow circle around Icarus speaking swiftly for this was rare, the boy would need to listen.

"In your own home is it never okay to think your safe. Only when you are with your family must you feel safe. I intend to teach you this while you're here. Watch as I tell you. Training whelps to fight whelps is not such a highly thought upon process. Deep inside it burns a hole into their heart that you, their own kin, would be the target one day. Midnights do not fight amongst themselves, save for the fact Sin cannot shut his mouth and Harmi cannot get the fact he is never going to walk higher then his own self esteem will let him go."

Pitchra didn't know if the whelp would get this, and little did he care. These were things wolves would know once they were older. He would need to know when he was older that the spar of whelp against whelp was a forever scar in the depths of their minds. "You will learn from me, and I will tell you, before I show you." he came back to a sitting position besides Curse and waited for the lad to say anything. Pitchra wasn't a mean wolf. He could handle the thoughts and questions of anyone and put them to good use against themselves and change a situation if he wanted to from a loving atmosphere to something of choas filled nursery with deamon babies running around.

Pitchra could do all this, if he cared, and if he had ever spoken much... He would teach the boy all this, and let him be Pitchra's little pupil. In reality, this was going to be fun. And Pitchra wouldn't let anyone taint the boy...