Midnight Mist Rogue Clan

Paw prints in the sand...just one pair so it was probably just another loner.But she found traces of more wolves sometime later. She had been in the desert for awhile now undecided on where she was ultimately heading. The time she spent here showed, her fur was stuck with sand and the scarce game was already taking a toll on her body. She was no amazing hunter to take down any significant amounts of game by herself. For the meantime she had been snacking on mice when she could find them. More often then not she got a mouthful of sand. There were small deposits of water here and there if you knew where to look, that at least was the only thing she had going for her.

But now she found others and she couldn't quite help herself. Her body drew her to others of her kind. She was hungry and maybe they would be kind enough to share. Dyrim was confused with herself, she didn't know where to go and the pressures of moving into a new pack was something she didn't think she could handle. So she found herself here. Following the markings of a group of wolves who obviously lived here she sniffed the air every so often trying to discern what kind of wolves these were but the air betrayed no secrets.

She sensed she was getting close and so trying to be polite as possible she let loose a series of low howls to indicate that a stranger was here and sought help. She hoped that whoever met with her would be friendly or she would not stumble into anyone unpleasant....

Dyrim spotted a she wolf walking towards her and she displayed all sorts of friendly signals. This was a great relief for her, the last thing she needed was to confront hostile wolves. Bowing her head in greeting she smiled shyly. "It is nice to meet you Dea, my name is Dyrim. I've recently run into some trouble and have been unable to capture any decent meals by myself so it would be lovely if you had some place that I could stay the night." Ducking her head in a submissive gesture she continued "I don't want to be a bother though and I'll leave as soon as possible." Just one night amongst others of her kind would put her at ease. Just one night could edge the lonely fear eating into her heart. The wolfess looked friendly enough but you never know with groups of wolves, it was just instinct to be territorial.

Pichtra calmed himself enough to sit down, the only sign that he was remotely agitated was the flick in the end of his tassel. "Do you remember Curse. The leader, the queen. Well, she's dead, died giving birth to three pups. Two females and a male. Only, the male is dead, killed, by Harmi I'm guessing since his scent was ridden all over the pup. That, was my son" He felt the anger growing a little more inside him. At least he thought they were his pups... he didn't know other wise. "They have gone to Muerta Mountains. I'm not sure of their plans but Kovu, speaking to you directly, you must choose a side. Eventually you're going to have to do so. I'm not saying choose now, but... you will have to. I'm not apart of that side. I was the alpha male and let's just say I've taken my own direction and lead whatever wolves I choose to. Not those blood thirsty plotting maggot loving wolves" He felt the itch of irritation growing in him. It was then the scent of the female caught his nares and he turned looking at her. His orbs danced with his original purpose of having come here. "You're rights as a wolf are to choose freely. I'm going to go to the water bed. I need to cool down. Any of you willing to join in on Sephiroth's attempt at regaining a home for the wolves. Let's just meet there... at the water... We have much to discuss and waiting for him" he turned without another word walked past the female who had just arrived. "Do you want your home back? Maybe you can take the throne... or maybe just aid other's in getting back on their feet" he stepped away, leaving his whispering words in her ears.

His body moved forward his nares flexing with each breath in trying to find a source of water. It was small, and not very cool, but it was water none the less and he stepped into the clear liquid standing there for a moment. His eyes landed on his reflection and he watched as dried blood dampened and his facial features clouded with the red liquid. "Curse..." he said softly. Her blood was on his pelt. He growled a little and then dunked his head in, he splashed through the water washing off his pelt from her memory. He needed to find a new mate, he needed to reproduce and actually very soon if this were to change. He needed Kovu to do the same but he would never force any wolf away from their free will. He was a full blooded midnight wolf, but he was nothing like his 'family' ever was. He wished he could round up more Midnights too, if they weren't all blood lusting brutes in Muerta. And the addition of a stranger who followed Harmi to Muerta, he didn't know who it was. Curse was gone and he had to change the Midnight ways on his own. Oh... this joy of life. He looked at his reflection again, his face soaked, but there was no blood anywhere. Not anymore. She was gone, and like that, her name was forgotten from his mind and he began to let things click into place on the next move to this game of life...

Bhaal saw the brute leave and return, talk some more, and move away again. He turned his back himself, moving over to a resting spot. He wasn't going to accept his offer. The fact alone that dogs occupied some pack's territory couldn't bore him less. Although he did see the interest in tipping his brother about it. Congen thrived in such situations. Alas, he had no idea where his brother was now. He grunted, and laid himself down. Thinking of sweet, tasty pheasant, he laid himself down, closing his eyes to get some in his point of view, well deserved rest.