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October 27, 2016 18:17:27

With the rise of the infected Canis Lupus Tundras, stories unfolded of the terror and death that came with the infected...

This is a thread that retells such stories. Some describe horrors. Others, losses. And perhaps, even love? May all who hear these stories learn valuable lessons of the infected Canis Lupus.

Feel free to include stories of your own, fellow Canis Lupus Tundra packs! Each user can create a story here, not necessarily linked to the others.

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[center] [b]~[u]Forbidden Love[/u]~[/b] Winds whistled through the dried branches, stirring the colored leaves. It made them look like they were dancing one last time before gliding slowly to the ground. One such leaf, made its way to the muzzle of a dozing Canis Lupus Tundra. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=18245616] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/182457/18245616_350.png[/img] [/url] Elsu was quite comfortable at the base of the tree, and he was daydreaming about the joys of the hunt. His wings matched the dried brown leaves around him, but his fur coat resembled soft, fine dust. He was so still that he appeared to be part of the landscape, save for the slight rise and fall of his back. The falling leaf had a mind of its own, tickling Elsu’s nose and waking him up with a sneeze. He blinked his eyes slowly and stretched out his sleeping limbs. A large yawn showed off his sharp canines, and he finished it with a shake of his fur. The land around him was beginning its preparation for a winter’s rest, showing off its bright foliage one last time. Elsu enjoyed watching the fall season’s landscape as well as its brisk weather. At least the prey was still running thickly through these woods, until winter blankets the land. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17325975] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/173260/17325975_350.png[/img] [/url] “Elsu, Elsu!” someone distantly barked. Elsu turned his head to see his packmate, Nuntis, running up to him with a huge grin. He was a golden, red-hued Tundra with a bright attitude and playful nature. “Were you going to sleep through such fine weather or do you want to show me what your paws are made of?” challenged Nuntis. Elsu gave a toothy grin, “Should I give you a head start?” “Last one back to the pack is a rotten piece of meat!” and Nuntis turned his tail, galloping away. Elsu paused for a moment, feeling the wind ruffling his fur and imagining it carrying him far into the sky. He slowly released a breath and began to bound after Nuntis. Elsu was known for his swiftness, like that of a flying falcon. It’s why his mother gave him his name, which meant just that. After all, he never felt so alive as he did racing through the land, with his paws hardly touching the ground. It was like he was flying high in the sky, with the trees and bushes being the colored clouds that he passed. Within moments, Elsu caught up with Nuntis. Giving Nuntis’ ear a quick and playful bite, Elsu picked up speed and soon emerged to his pack’s clearing after leaping clear of the brambles that provided its protection. Stopping at the center of the clearing, he gave a triumphant howl. A minute later, Nuntis grudgingly pushed through the brambles, with leaves caught in his fur. “Couldn’t keep up, you old pile of fur?” Elsu joked. Nuntis gave a tired smile and slowed his breath, “Nah, just wanted to go easy on you.” [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=15962890] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/159629/15962890_350.png[/img] [/url] “Nuntis! Elsu!” a harsh bark echoed from the cave whose mouth opened to the clearing. A rusty red Tundra emerged into the light. He had a thick mane and lovely feathers twined in his fur, yet his eyes were sharp as the teeth he bared. “Enough of the howling! You know that it’s dangerous now with the infected ones being sighted around here. There’s no need to invite them in to our very home!” reprimanded Len. Nuntis dropped his ears and tail in shame. “Sorry, Len. We know we need to be careful. That’s why I went to get Elsu. He was all alone in the forest, just waiting for one of those brutes to ambush him!” “Traitor,” muttered Elsu, but Len’s sharp glare stopped him from saying more. “You know you cannot go out there alone. Keep with a packmate at all times! It is far safer with another with strength in numbers. Don’t forget the stories of the pack, Birchstars…” he trailed off as though lost in the horrors that befell them. Those same thoughts weighed heavily on the minds of Nuntis and Elsu. Pack Birchstars was completely wiped out by a hoard of infected Canis Lupus Tundras. Even pups and elders were ripped to shreds by the infected Tundra pack’s blood rage. The pack’s blood stained their land, while their bodies… Elsu shuddered at the memories of when his pack discovered the tragic fate. He laid down, with his belly hugging the ground and his muzzle lying in the dirt. He was ashamed of his decision to enjoy fall’s splendor without the presence of his packmates. “Sorry, Len. It won’t happen again” Len stared thoughtfully at Elsu and after long moment of silence, gave him a slight nod. “Be sure of it,” said Len, and he turned back to the cave’s mouth to lay out in the sun near his mate, Dowanhowee. It surprised Elsu to realize that the rest of his pack was surrounding him at a distance, watching with stern gazes. If I could only sink so low and into the ground… thought Elsu. Thankfully, each one of them turned away and returned to what they were doing before. Nuntis gave a gentle shove, breaking his moment of deep shame. “Come on,” he said gently, “get up and let’s help out the pack.” Elsu slowly rose, with his tail between his legs. His head hung low as he followed Nuntis like an obedient pup. A voice, as warm as the sun’s rays brought his eyes up from the ground. “No need to mope around. Let’s help fill the pack’s bellies with some fresh meat!” Faolitiama was a golden Tundra with deep blue eyes, a rarity amongst those of their kind. Adorned with leather armor and elegant fabric, she was as beautiful as she seemed fierce. Her mate, Wolfgang, was sitting beside her. He was a lean and sturdy Tundra with deep brown fur, like that of a sturdy oak’s bark. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=6988258] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/69883/6988258_350.png[/img] [/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17826110] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/178262/17826110_350.png[/img] [/url] Elsu brightened, but only a little, with the prospect of a hunt. “Sure,” Nuntis replied, “a hunt will do everyone some good.” The group of four made their way past the brambles and began to run out together, searching for a scent that would lead them to their pack’s next meal. [/center]

Crescentstar711

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October 27, 2016 18:18:21

~Forbidden Love~

Winds whistled through the dried branches, stirring the colored leaves. It made them look like they were dancing one last time before gliding slowly to the ground. One such leaf, made its way to the muzzle of a dozing Canis Lupus Tundra.

Elsu was quite comfortable at the base of the tree, and he was daydreaming about the joys of the hunt. His wings matched the dried brown leaves around him, but his fur coat resembled soft, fine dust. He was so still that he appeared to be part of the landscape, save for the slight rise and fall of his back.

The falling leaf had a mind of its own, tickling Elsu’s nose and waking him up with a sneeze. He blinked his eyes slowly and stretched out his sleeping limbs. A large yawn showed off his sharp canines, and he finished it with a shake of his fur.

The land around him was beginning its preparation for a winter’s rest, showing off its bright foliage one last time. Elsu enjoyed watching the fall season’s landscape as well as its brisk weather. At least the prey was still running thickly through these woods, until winter blankets the land.

“Elsu, Elsu!” someone distantly barked. Elsu turned his head to see his packmate, Nuntis, running up to him with a huge grin. He was a golden, red-hued Tundra with a bright attitude and playful nature. “Were you going to sleep through such fine weather or do you want to show me what your paws are made of?” challenged Nuntis. Elsu gave a toothy grin, “Should I give you a head start?” “Last one back to the pack is a rotten piece of meat!” and Nuntis turned his tail, galloping away.

Elsu paused for a moment, feeling the wind ruffling his fur and imagining it carrying him far into the sky. He slowly released a breath and began to bound after Nuntis. Elsu was known for his swiftness, like that of a flying falcon. It’s why his mother gave him his name, which meant just that. After all, he never felt so alive as he did racing through the land, with his paws hardly touching the ground. It was like he was flying high in the sky, with the trees and bushes being the colored clouds that he passed.

Within moments, Elsu caught up with Nuntis. Giving Nuntis’ ear a quick and playful bite, Elsu picked up speed and soon emerged to his pack’s clearing after leaping clear of the brambles that provided its protection. Stopping at the center of the clearing, he gave a triumphant howl. A minute later, Nuntis grudgingly pushed through the brambles, with leaves caught in his fur.

“Couldn’t keep up, you old pile of fur?” Elsu joked. Nuntis gave a tired smile and slowed his breath, “Nah, just wanted to go easy on you.”

“Nuntis! Elsu!” a harsh bark echoed from the cave whose mouth opened to the clearing. A rusty red Tundra emerged into the light. He had a thick mane and lovely feathers twined in his fur, yet his eyes were sharp as the teeth he bared. “Enough of the howling! You know that it’s dangerous now with the infected ones being sighted around here. There’s no need to invite them in to our very home!” reprimanded Len.

Nuntis dropped his ears and tail in shame. “Sorry, Len. We know we need to be careful. That’s why I went to get Elsu. He was all alone in the forest, just waiting for one of those brutes to ambush him!” “Traitor,” muttered Elsu, but Len’s sharp glare stopped him from saying more. “You know you cannot go out there alone. Keep with a packmate at all times! It is far safer with another with strength in numbers. Don’t forget the stories of the pack, Birchstars…” he trailed off as though lost in the horrors that befell them.

Those same thoughts weighed heavily on the minds of Nuntis and Elsu. Pack Birchstars was completely wiped out by a hoard of infected Canis Lupus Tundras. Even pups and elders were ripped to shreds by the infected Tundra pack’s blood rage. The pack’s blood stained their land, while their bodies… Elsu shuddered at the memories of when his pack discovered the tragic fate. He laid down, with his belly hugging the ground and his muzzle lying in the dirt. He was ashamed of his decision to enjoy fall’s splendor without the presence of his packmates. “Sorry, Len. It won’t happen again”

Len stared thoughtfully at Elsu and after long moment of silence, gave him a slight nod. “Be sure of it,” said Len, and he turned back to the cave’s mouth to lay out in the sun near his mate, Dowanhowee. It surprised Elsu to realize that the rest of his pack was surrounding him at a distance, watching with stern gazes. If I could only sink so low and into the ground… thought Elsu. Thankfully, each one of them turned away and returned to what they were doing before.

Nuntis gave a gentle shove, breaking his moment of deep shame. “Come on,” he said gently, “get up and let’s help out the pack.” Elsu slowly rose, with his tail between his legs. His head hung low as he followed Nuntis like an obedient pup. A voice, as warm as the sun’s rays brought his eyes up from the ground. “No need to mope around. Let’s help fill the pack’s bellies with some fresh meat!” Faolitiama was a golden Tundra with deep blue eyes, a rarity amongst those of their kind. Adorned with leather armor and elegant fabric, she was as beautiful as she seemed fierce. Her mate, Wolfgang, was sitting beside her. He was a lean and sturdy Tundra with deep brown fur, like that of a sturdy oak’s bark.

Elsu brightened, but only a little, with the prospect of a hunt. “Sure,” Nuntis replied, “a hunt will do everyone some good.” The group of four made their way past the brambles and began to run out together, searching for a scent that would lead them to their pack’s next meal.

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Last edited on Oct 27, 2016 18:28:27 by Crescentstar711

@Crescentstar711 There was indeed a danger to being boisterous and loud. An infected had been nearby, and, upon overhearing the loud barking, had followed the sounds towards a pack's lair. A low growl rumbled from his chest, fangs bared and claws itching at the ground. Crimson eyes watched the four begin to leave, and the burly tundra backed off into the shadows to avoid detection. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17054134] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/170542/17054134_350.png[/img] [/url] With those four gone, he found it safe to enter. Anpu forced his thick frame through the brambles that protected the pack from threats. It was believed that infected canis were mindless killers, and that was partly true; though a savage killer, Anpu was anything but mindless. Analytical and highly intelligent, he began to calculate the margins of the pack's lair. If he needed to make a quick getaway, he needed to know where he was going. It wasn't too long before he heard content snoring from the remaining members of the pack. His steps become lighter and silent, as if he was gliding over the ground. The infected canis twists his head from side to side, before spotting a couple. They were awake, and that's when the carnage began. The bones of previous packs adorning his wings rattled viciously against birdskulls as he lunged forward, claws barely missing the female.

ShadowedGardens

628

December 28, 2016 03:24:24

@Crescentstar711
There was indeed a danger to being boisterous and loud. An infected had been nearby, and, upon overhearing the loud barking, had followed the sounds towards a pack's lair. A low growl rumbled from his chest, fangs bared and claws itching at the ground. Crimson eyes watched the four begin to leave, and the burly tundra backed off into the shadows to avoid detection.

With those four gone, he found it safe to enter. Anpu forced his thick frame through the brambles that protected the pack from threats. It was believed that infected canis were mindless killers, and that was partly true; though a savage killer, Anpu was anything but mindless. Analytical and highly intelligent, he began to calculate the margins of the pack's lair. If he needed to make a quick getaway, he needed to know where he was going.

It wasn't too long before he heard content snoring from the remaining members of the pack. His steps become lighter and silent, as if he was gliding over the ground. The infected canis twists his head from side to side, before spotting a couple. They were awake, and that's when the carnage began. The bones of previous packs adorning his wings rattled viciously against birdskulls as he lunged forward, claws barely missing the female.

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Last edited on Dec 28, 2016 03:24:44 by ShadowedGardens

@saturndragon [center]Len and Dowanhowee stayed outside, near the cave’s mouth, as the rest of the pack slept on in the cave. They decided to stay awake after the ruckus that Elsu and Nuntis caused, in case trouble turned up. In fact, Len felt uneasy, his instincts attuned to something that was amiss. There was no sound, even the wind was silent. He felt a presence, dark, foreboding, and above all, dangerous. It caused him to quickly look around in the hopes to find the source of danger. His mate Dowanhowee felt his unease, so she began to closely peer at her surroundings, slowly drifting her gaze around the clearing… then she saw them - deep, blood-red eyes glistening from the edge of the brambles and fixated on her and Len. Like a shadow, he flew over the land and lunged towards her, providing her no time to warn Len. Only by a quick reflex did she narrowly avoid his teeth. She scurried backwards away from the danger, never keeping her eyes off him. The infected growled deep in his throat at the disappointment of missing her, tail lashing back and forth. She was surprised as his size, how his muscles bulged from under his fur. Len was noticing the bones that adorned him. Some of them looked familiar…. Suddenly, the infected lunged again and lashed out with his sharp, black claws. It took all Len’s effort to propel himself backwards in time. [i]How could they defeat such a beast?[/i] he thought, [i]he never gives a chance to even fight back.[/i] It looked like the infected was going to lunge again, but a set of howls made him pause. Two dark figures crashed through the brambles towards the infected, bowling him over. It was Kiyiya and Chanteloup! [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/157336/15733542_350.png?mtime=VwhLJAACMLM.png[/img] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/149837/14983650_350.png?mtime=VwhKuAACNgo.png[/img] They had left a couple of seasons ago to investigate the source of danger to the Canis Lupus packs and were the first to label the terror as the Infected. The pair decided to continue to track the infected Tundras since then as well as warn as many packs as they could of the danger. Len and Downahowee were taken aback at this sudden entrance as they thought the pair, who had helped start their pack, would have made their own and would not return. Kiyiya’s sharp bark threw them back to their senses. “Get the pack to safety now!” he roared, as he cut off the infected Tundra from going after the others. Len and Dowanhowee didn’t argue with their previous alpha, turning to the cave in order to wake and evacuate the others. “Get up and get out. An infected is here!” shouted Downahowee, a little more shrilly than her usual tone. Convel woke and said groggily, “What’s the matter?” “No time to argue!” barked Len, shoving Convel to his paws, “Help get everyone up and away from here.” Soon everyone was up, fear and uncertainty reflected in every pair of eyes. Hastily, they ran out of the cave and past the brambles, with Hototo at the center of the pack in order to guide his sightless eyes. Only Dowanhowee, who was at the tail end of the group, looked back to see the bodies intertwined in a battle to the death, although who would emerge was uncertain. Blood smeared their fur, making them indistinguishable from each other. She dared not shout out to them, to indicate the pack was leaving to safety, but hoped that they would make it out alive. She then turned around, sprinting as fast as her paws could manage, fear and adrenaline making her think of nothing else but running away. [/center]

Crescentstar711

13384

December 30, 2016 18:01:27

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Len and Dowanhowee stayed outside, near the cave’s mouth, as the rest of the pack slept on in the cave. They decided to stay awake after the ruckus that Elsu and Nuntis caused, in case trouble turned up. In fact, Len felt uneasy, his instincts attuned to something that was amiss. There was no sound, even the wind was silent. He felt a presence, dark, foreboding, and above all, dangerous. It caused him to quickly look around in the hopes to find the source of danger. His mate Dowanhowee felt his unease, so she began to closely peer at her surroundings, slowly drifting her gaze around the clearing… then she saw them - deep, blood-red eyes glistening from the edge of the brambles and fixated on her and Len. Like a shadow, he flew over the land and lunged towards her, providing her no time to warn Len. Only by a quick reflex did she narrowly avoid his teeth. She scurried backwards away from the danger, never keeping her eyes off him.

The infected growled deep in his throat at the disappointment of missing her, tail lashing back and forth. She was surprised as his size, how his muscles bulged from under his fur. Len was noticing the bones that adorned him. Some of them looked familiar….

Suddenly, the infected lunged again and lashed out with his sharp, black claws. It took all Len’s effort to propel himself backwards in time. How could they defeat such a beast? he thought, he never gives a chance to even fight back. It looked like the infected was going to lunge again, but a set of howls made him pause. Two dark figures crashed through the brambles towards the infected, bowling him over. It was Kiyiya and Chanteloup!

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They had left a couple of seasons ago to investigate the source of danger to the Canis Lupus packs and were the first to label the terror as the Infected. The pair decided to continue to track the infected Tundras since then as well as warn as many packs as they could of the danger. Len and Downahowee were taken aback at this sudden entrance as they thought the pair, who had helped start their pack, would have made their own and would not return.

Kiyiya’s sharp bark threw them back to their senses. “Get the pack to safety now!” he roared, as he cut off the infected Tundra from going after the others. Len and Dowanhowee didn’t argue with their previous alpha, turning to the cave in order to wake and evacuate the others. “Get up and get out. An infected is here!” shouted Downahowee, a little more shrilly than her usual tone. Convel woke and said groggily, “What’s the matter?” “No time to argue!” barked Len, shoving Convel to his paws, “Help get everyone up and away from here.”

Soon everyone was up, fear and uncertainty reflected in every pair of eyes. Hastily, they ran out of the cave and past the brambles, with Hototo at the center of the pack in order to guide his sightless eyes. Only Dowanhowee, who was at the tail end of the group, looked back to see the bodies intertwined in a battle to the death, although who would emerge was uncertain. Blood smeared their fur, making them indistinguishable from each other. She dared not shout out to them, to indicate the pack was leaving to safety, but hoped that they would make it out alive. She then turned around, sprinting as fast as her paws could manage, fear and adrenaline making her think of nothing else but running away.

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Anpu snarled at the other Canis, shoving at him harshly with every blow. He knew the rest of the pack was running, but the two who chose to challenge him would not be making it out alive. Fangs bared and pelt bloodied, the large male lunged for Kiyiya; being heavyset, he knew his own weight could subdue, or even stun, the two that'd decided to lock claws with him.

Wounds burned against the crisp air, and thick, bubbling blood oozed sickeningly from all of them. Anpu was injured more than the other two, who'd managed to back him off at least a little bit. Baring his fangs, he waited; the two thought they were winning. Of course they did. What a naïve thought. The infected would use it against them; his tail curled close to his frame as he got into a defensive posture, eyes aglow with feigned fear.

Kiyiya was the first to get closer, and Anpu waited. It was in a split second that the larger of the two lunged, a flurry of obsidian and white. He forced his weight onto the other tundra, forepaws pressed against his chest and claws digging into flesh. His tail lashed angrily behind him, and Anpu looked towards Chanteloup almost teasingly. She stood, frozen in fear, as their eyes met; hers scanning over two endless pools of blood-red that showed no sympathy… just hunger.

A low crack echoed out and Kiyiya let out a pained whine, it sounded strained and wheezy. Blood pooled at the other Canis’s jaws, and the infected seemed to only put more weight on him; his gaze turned from Chanteloup to, instead, watch life drain of Kiyiya’s eyes.

ShadowedGardens

628

December 31, 2016 02:09:53

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Anpu snarled at the other Canis, shoving at him harshly with every blow. He knew the rest of the pack was running, but the two who chose to challenge him would not be making it out alive. Fangs bared and pelt bloodied, the large male lunged for Kiyiya; being heavyset, he knew his own weight could subdue, or even stun, the two that'd decided to lock claws with him.

Wounds burned against the crisp air, and thick, bubbling blood oozed sickeningly from all of them. Anpu was injured more than the other two, who'd managed to back him off at least a little bit. Baring his fangs, he waited; the two thought they were winning. Of course they did. What a naïve thought. The infected would use it against them; his tail curled close to his frame as he got into a defensive posture, eyes aglow with feigned fear.

Kiyiya was the first to get closer, and Anpu waited. It was in a split second that the larger of the two lunged, a flurry of obsidian and white. He forced his weight onto the other tundra, forepaws pressed against his chest and claws digging into flesh. His tail lashed angrily behind him, and Anpu looked towards Chanteloup almost teasingly. She stood, frozen in fear, as their eyes met; hers scanning over two endless pools of blood-red that showed no sympathy… just hunger.

A low crack echoed out and Kiyiya let out a pained whine, it sounded strained and wheezy. Blood pooled at the other Canis’s jaws, and the infected seemed to only put more weight on him; his gaze turned from Chanteloup to, instead, watch life drain of Kiyiya’s eyes.

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Kiyiya’s chest was on fire as the pain shot through his body. Yet he was becoming colder, as though the blood beneath him was cooling the blaze. He saw his mate frozen in terror as she looked into his eyes. Mortality was not something a typical Canis Lupus Tundra thought about but as his mind whirled through the memories of his life in this moment near death, he understood that his time was ending.

She saw it too, and it jerked her back to the moment. Chanteloup unleashed her fury on the infected Tundra, her mind thinking of nothing but destroying the object of danger to her mate. Blindly, she clawed, bit, and tore at him, feeling flesh splitting beneath fur. She knew she wouldn’t get out of this alive nor did she want to bear the pain of a life without Kiyiya. At each time she felt the attack of the infected, she was certain to give it back to him three times more.

Then, without warning, her body buckled and fell. She looked at the large pool of blood beneath her, noticed the way skin was exposed without fur, saw torn muscles and white bone. It was like she was looking at something else that was not her own. She turned her head towards the infected Tundra. One of his eyes was clawed over, blood dripping down his muzzle. His body looked disheveled and torn, but not enough to hide the look of triumph in his other eye.

The infected Tundra didn’t approach closer for the finishing blow. It seemed…like he enjoyed seeing them struggle to cling to life. She felt utter despair in her heart. With the last of her strength, she dragged her broken body to her mate, curling around him like a mother to her pups. Pressing her nose to his, she felt his last few warm breaths as his eye met hers one last time until they glazed over.

The pain that was so sharp and penetrating became light and distant. The scene around her became brighter, filled with rays of light. Like fireflies, stars seemed to gather together to form a celestial path. She could feel them beckoning her to a place beyond. A familiar figure walked down the path towards her and waited at a distance. Kiyiya looked more alive than ever, eyes shining with the same light as the path he walked upon. Chanteloup shook the weight of her body and leaped alongside him. Without looking back, they ran forward, together, eager to hunt amongst the skies.

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January 03, 2017 15:06:11

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Kiyiya’s chest was on fire as the pain shot through his body. Yet he was becoming colder, as though the blood beneath him was cooling the blaze. He saw his mate frozen in terror as she looked into his eyes. Mortality was not something a typical Canis Lupus Tundra thought about but as his mind whirled through the memories of his life in this moment near death, he understood that his time was ending.

She saw it too, and it jerked her back to the moment. Chanteloup unleashed her fury on the infected Tundra, her mind thinking of nothing but destroying the object of danger to her mate. Blindly, she clawed, bit, and tore at him, feeling flesh splitting beneath fur. She knew she wouldn’t get out of this alive nor did she want to bear the pain of a life without Kiyiya. At each time she felt the attack of the infected, she was certain to give it back to him three times more.

Then, without warning, her body buckled and fell. She looked at the large pool of blood beneath her, noticed the way skin was exposed without fur, saw torn muscles and white bone. It was like she was looking at something else that was not her own. She turned her head towards the infected Tundra. One of his eyes was clawed over, blood dripping down his muzzle. His body looked disheveled and torn, but not enough to hide the look of triumph in his other eye.

The infected Tundra didn’t approach closer for the finishing blow. It seemed…like he enjoyed seeing them struggle to cling to life. She felt utter despair in her heart. With the last of her strength, she dragged her broken body to her mate, curling around him like a mother to her pups. Pressing her nose to his, she felt his last few warm breaths as his eye met hers one last time until they glazed over.

The pain that was so sharp and penetrating became light and distant. The scene around her became brighter, filled with rays of light. Like fireflies, stars seemed to gather together to form a celestial path. She could feel them beckoning her to a place beyond. A familiar figure walked down the path towards her and waited at a distance. Kiyiya looked more alive than ever, eyes shining with the same light as the path he walked upon. Chanteloup shook the weight of her body and leaped alongside him. Without looking back, they ran forward, together, eager to hunt amongst the skies.

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He felt… victorious. The lovely smell of blood filled his nostrils as he took a painful breath in, lungs and wounds burning and screaming in protest to his actions. He watched the gored female and male curl together desperately, thirsty for the comfort of one another. Anpu's remaining, cold red iris watched them in triumph and disdain. Love was a petty emotion, it was a crippling reminder of mortality.

Anpu was not fond of mortality, but he was fond of watching it bleed out of others. He waited, simply, for both of them to pass. Once he was sure they had left this world, he prowled forward, teeth digging into one of Chanteloup’s ribs to break out a trophy, a reminder of his kill. The infected sat to tie the bone to some loose string on his wing, hissing slightly in pain.

Awful beasts, he thought. His familiar soon trotted up, having watched the carnage, to give their companion an affectionate nudge. The mossy cerdae began to lick Anpu's wounds, grooming his blood-matted pelt. Muscles twitched beneath shredded, reddened fur, and the large predator began to groom his familiar in turn. The two shared an odd bond; the cerdae cared for, and helped, the Canis; in return, Anpu would then help and care for the equine. Breathing coming back to slow and relaxed, Anpu looked about before standing up.

There was nothing left for the duo here, so they decided to take their leave.

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He felt… victorious. The lovely smell of blood filled his nostrils as he took a painful breath in, lungs and wounds burning and screaming in protest to his actions. He watched the gored female and male curl together desperately, thirsty for the comfort of one another. Anpu's remaining, cold red iris watched them in triumph and disdain. Love was a petty emotion, it was a crippling reminder of mortality.

Anpu was not fond of mortality, but he was fond of watching it bleed out of others. He waited, simply, for both of them to pass. Once he was sure they had left this world, he prowled forward, teeth digging into one of Chanteloup’s ribs to break out a trophy, a reminder of his kill. The infected sat to tie the bone to some loose string on his wing, hissing slightly in pain.

Awful beasts, he thought. His familiar soon trotted up, having watched the carnage, to give their companion an affectionate nudge. The mossy cerdae began to lick Anpu's wounds, grooming his blood-matted pelt. Muscles twitched beneath shredded, reddened fur, and the large predator began to groom his familiar in turn. The two shared an odd bond; the cerdae cared for, and helped, the Canis; in return, Anpu would then help and care for the equine. Breathing coming back to slow and relaxed, Anpu looked about before standing up.

There was nothing left for the duo here, so they decided to take their leave.

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@ShadowedGardens
[Sorry about the wait. I'll be working on homework for the beginning of this weekend, so my reply may be a little late, especially with the ice flight festival next week...]

Elsu was proudly holding the body of a limp doe across his shoulders. The hunt happened a bit faster than usual since he was able to swiftly bring it down with a single, well-placed bite. Being the swiftest of the bunch, it was an easier task to sneak up on the doe upwind and attack before it noticed him, leaving his packmates with surprised looks when they leapt to the already still body. With Elsu’s thoughts on presenting the doe to his alphas as an apology, he was in a very good mood, making his steps bouncy even with the heavy weight on his shoulders.

Not wanting to come back empty-pawed, the others carried smaller prizes in their jaws. Nuntis caught a plump squirrel, Wolfgang was able to catch a rabbit, and Faolitiama had two pigeons that filled her whole mouth with feathers. Nuntis was back to his jolly self as well and took the opportunity to joke around with Faolitiama.

“Wow, Faolitiama, you must’ve not been on your best today to only go for the slow, stupid birds,” as Nuntis leaned towards her with grin and upturned brows. She was a proud sort of Canis Lupus Tundra, so she gave him an icy glare. It didn’t stop him from pressing, “Are you sick? Maybe you caught the bird flu? Hey guys, I bet if we ran back to the den now that she’ll be dead last by a long shot.”

“Mrrrr, grrrr, mmph!” she said, as stray feathers fell from her face. One happened to tickle her nose and caused her to sneeze. She didn’t let the dead birds fall from her mouth, but that caused her sneeze a few more times from the stray feathers that fell. Everyone else was laughing from the comical scene. Nuntis couldn’t contain his merriment and dropped the squirrel as he rolled on the ground in laughter, fighting back tears.

The bought of sneezes finally stopped, and she pulled her head up slowly with the little dignity she had left. “Merf, mmph!” and she bolted ahead. Wolfgang grinned, “Guess she’ll be leaving us in the dust. Oh wait, Nuntis, you’re already there,” he joked slyly, motioning to the ground that Nuntis was laying on, and he started to run to catch up with his mate.

Indignantly, Nuntis made a pouty face and leaped to his feet. He shook off the dirt from his pelt and hastily snatched the squirrel’s tail. “Keep up, Elsu!” he shouted as he rushed to regain lost ground. Elsu didn’t want to drop the doe, so he took a speedy trot towards the rest of his packmates. It would be unusual for him to come out last, but having the doe in tow would be more of a surprise to save for the end.

It wasn’t long until Elsu emerged to the edge of the clearing of his pack’s den. At first, all he could see were the frozen bodies of the others as they stared at a spot not far from them. Following their gaze, he noticed the large, bright red puddle…blood? Then his eyes rested on the mangled and broken bodies that lay in the center. It took him a long moment to understand that they were his former packmates, Kiyiya and Chanteloup. The doe fell off his shoulders without Elsu even noticing. The weight was replaced with his thoughts on the gruesome scene.

“The rest of the pack…?” asked Faolitiama softly. Her answer came from the forest as Len walked through the trees on the other side of the clearing with his packmates behind him. They all looked solemn, not as surprised by the scene but stricken by grief when they saw the still bodies. “Who did this?” asked Wolfgang in a voice only a little louder than a whisper. Len drew his eyes up from his fallen packmates and looked squarely into Elsu’s. Realization finally dawned on Elsu, and he drew himself back in terror at what he had done. “The Infected one. He took us by surprise. It would’ve taken the entire pack if Kiyiya and Chanteloup didn’t get here in time and kept him at bay,” said Len slowly, pulling his gaze towards Wolfgang as he spoke.

Nuntis was paralyzed, his gaze never straying from the center of the clearing. His eyes began to stream with tears when Len explained the story. Elsu didn’t hear the rest of the words. The thoughts that screamed in his mind made them mute in comparison. It’s your fault! Agony! You caused their deaths! Pain! This wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for your stupidity! Death! Guilt! Terror! Only one word emerged louder than the rest – revenge!

Dowanhowee started with a haunting cry to the sky, low and then slowly rising. Len joined her with his head tilted upwards. Soon the rest of the pack lifted their muzzles and cried out. Their pain, their sadness, all spilling out like water from a river. Nuntis howled almost fervently, as in the hopes that his former packmates’ souls could hear his apology.

Like a scene playing in the background, their mournful howls in remembrance of Kiyiya and Chanteloup seemed like a faint breeze to Elsu’s ears. He slipped backwards into the woods. Elsu wasn’t ready to partake in the ceremony to honor his fallen packmates – not when he had something to take care of first…

He didn’t need to go as far to pick up the foreign scent that had ambushed his home. The stench was strong, and the faint traces of blood on the ground showed him that he was on the right track. He hoped that it was the Infected’s blood… Elsu picked up speed when the scent became stronger, not needing to dip his head close to the ground to follow the trail. Rage boiled beneath his pelt, bubbling up in his throat. Every muscle in his body screamed to lash out at the sole creature that left his packmates dead.

Then he saw a dark figure walking slowly ahead, with an unusual, lanky body trailing just behind it. He knew it without a doubt that this was the source of carnage.Circling outwards and then back around, Elsu was able to dash ahead of the Tundra and cut off his path. The anger he stored inside was almost too much to bear. Elsu was only able to snarl out one word – “Murderer!”

Crescentstar711

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January 19, 2017 16:46:07

@ShadowedGardens
[Sorry about the wait. I'll be working on homework for the beginning of this weekend, so my reply may be a little late, especially with the ice flight festival next week...]

Elsu was proudly holding the body of a limp doe across his shoulders. The hunt happened a bit faster than usual since he was able to swiftly bring it down with a single, well-placed bite. Being the swiftest of the bunch, it was an easier task to sneak up on the doe upwind and attack before it noticed him, leaving his packmates with surprised looks when they leapt to the already still body. With Elsu’s thoughts on presenting the doe to his alphas as an apology, he was in a very good mood, making his steps bouncy even with the heavy weight on his shoulders.

Not wanting to come back empty-pawed, the others carried smaller prizes in their jaws. Nuntis caught a plump squirrel, Wolfgang was able to catch a rabbit, and Faolitiama had two pigeons that filled her whole mouth with feathers. Nuntis was back to his jolly self as well and took the opportunity to joke around with Faolitiama.

“Wow, Faolitiama, you must’ve not been on your best today to only go for the slow, stupid birds,” as Nuntis leaned towards her with grin and upturned brows. She was a proud sort of Canis Lupus Tundra, so she gave him an icy glare. It didn’t stop him from pressing, “Are you sick? Maybe you caught the bird flu? Hey guys, I bet if we ran back to the den now that she’ll be dead last by a long shot.”

“Mrrrr, grrrr, mmph!” she said, as stray feathers fell from her face. One happened to tickle her nose and caused her to sneeze. She didn’t let the dead birds fall from her mouth, but that caused her sneeze a few more times from the stray feathers that fell. Everyone else was laughing from the comical scene. Nuntis couldn’t contain his merriment and dropped the squirrel as he rolled on the ground in laughter, fighting back tears.

The bought of sneezes finally stopped, and she pulled her head up slowly with the little dignity she had left. “Merf, mmph!” and she bolted ahead. Wolfgang grinned, “Guess she’ll be leaving us in the dust. Oh wait, Nuntis, you’re already there,” he joked slyly, motioning to the ground that Nuntis was laying on, and he started to run to catch up with his mate.

Indignantly, Nuntis made a pouty face and leaped to his feet. He shook off the dirt from his pelt and hastily snatched the squirrel’s tail. “Keep up, Elsu!” he shouted as he rushed to regain lost ground. Elsu didn’t want to drop the doe, so he took a speedy trot towards the rest of his packmates. It would be unusual for him to come out last, but having the doe in tow would be more of a surprise to save for the end.

It wasn’t long until Elsu emerged to the edge of the clearing of his pack’s den. At first, all he could see were the frozen bodies of the others as they stared at a spot not far from them. Following their gaze, he noticed the large, bright red puddle…blood? Then his eyes rested on the mangled and broken bodies that lay in the center. It took him a long moment to understand that they were his former packmates, Kiyiya and Chanteloup. The doe fell off his shoulders without Elsu even noticing. The weight was replaced with his thoughts on the gruesome scene.

“The rest of the pack…?” asked Faolitiama softly. Her answer came from the forest as Len walked through the trees on the other side of the clearing with his packmates behind him. They all looked solemn, not as surprised by the scene but stricken by grief when they saw the still bodies. “Who did this?” asked Wolfgang in a voice only a little louder than a whisper. Len drew his eyes up from his fallen packmates and looked squarely into Elsu’s. Realization finally dawned on Elsu, and he drew himself back in terror at what he had done. “The Infected one. He took us by surprise. It would’ve taken the entire pack if Kiyiya and Chanteloup didn’t get here in time and kept him at bay,” said Len slowly, pulling his gaze towards Wolfgang as he spoke.

Nuntis was paralyzed, his gaze never straying from the center of the clearing. His eyes began to stream with tears when Len explained the story. Elsu didn’t hear the rest of the words. The thoughts that screamed in his mind made them mute in comparison. It’s your fault! Agony! You caused their deaths! Pain! This wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for your stupidity! Death! Guilt! Terror! Only one word emerged louder than the rest – revenge!

Dowanhowee started with a haunting cry to the sky, low and then slowly rising. Len joined her with his head tilted upwards. Soon the rest of the pack lifted their muzzles and cried out. Their pain, their sadness, all spilling out like water from a river. Nuntis howled almost fervently, as in the hopes that his former packmates’ souls could hear his apology.

Like a scene playing in the background, their mournful howls in remembrance of Kiyiya and Chanteloup seemed like a faint breeze to Elsu’s ears. He slipped backwards into the woods. Elsu wasn’t ready to partake in the ceremony to honor his fallen packmates – not when he had something to take care of first…

He didn’t need to go as far to pick up the foreign scent that had ambushed his home. The stench was strong, and the faint traces of blood on the ground showed him that he was on the right track. He hoped that it was the Infected’s blood… Elsu picked up speed when the scent became stronger, not needing to dip his head close to the ground to follow the trail. Rage boiled beneath his pelt, bubbling up in his throat. Every muscle in his body screamed to lash out at the sole creature that left his packmates dead.

Then he saw a dark figure walking slowly ahead, with an unusual, lanky body trailing just behind it. He knew it without a doubt that this was the source of carnage.Circling outwards and then back around, Elsu was able to dash ahead of the Tundra and cut off his path. The anger he stored inside was almost too much to bear. Elsu was only able to snarl out one word – “Murderer!”

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Last edited on Jan 19, 2017 16:47:22 by Crescentstar711

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Anpu's ears twitched as the howls flowed through the wind, a hauntingly mournful sound. One ear shredded, both are pulled down to block the noise as he limps through the forest. He doesn't even notice the smell of a healthy Canis, too focused on hunger to actually bother. That is, until someone jumps in front of him and blocks his path. Hungry and wounded, Anpu's pelt bristled, lips pulling back to bare bloodied fangs. His claws scraped the ground, and his familiar snorted, shaking its head in agitation.

Murderer. Had Anpu been a normal Canis, the word would have stung, but it simply boiled his irritation further. His tail lashes, nostrils flaring. Crimson eyes watch the other male coldly, and he growls deep within his throat, gaze narrowed. He was in no mood to fight again; he simply wanted food after such a vicious battle.

“Move it.” The words are hissed, a thick accent lacing them. Anpu prowls closer, sizing up Elsu before growling again, “Unless you want t’ end up as crow food.” His claws lash out as a warning, only barely missing the other. The Infected was agitated, and his familiar looked ready to charge if provoked. Claws flexing and tail lashing, Anpu could very well shove Elsu out of his way if he so pleased; however, it appeared that he's giving the other Canis a choice.

Move out of his way, or fight and possibly end up minced meat.

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January 20, 2017 03:22:38

@Crescentstar711 (aaaa shh it's okay! You take your time uvu)

Anpu's ears twitched as the howls flowed through the wind, a hauntingly mournful sound. One ear shredded, both are pulled down to block the noise as he limps through the forest. He doesn't even notice the smell of a healthy Canis, too focused on hunger to actually bother. That is, until someone jumps in front of him and blocks his path. Hungry and wounded, Anpu's pelt bristled, lips pulling back to bare bloodied fangs. His claws scraped the ground, and his familiar snorted, shaking its head in agitation.

Murderer. Had Anpu been a normal Canis, the word would have stung, but it simply boiled his irritation further. His tail lashes, nostrils flaring. Crimson eyes watch the other male coldly, and he growls deep within his throat, gaze narrowed. He was in no mood to fight again; he simply wanted food after such a vicious battle.

“Move it.” The words are hissed, a thick accent lacing them. Anpu prowls closer, sizing up Elsu before growling again, “Unless you want t’ end up as crow food.” His claws lash out as a warning, only barely missing the other. The Infected was agitated, and his familiar looked ready to charge if provoked. Claws flexing and tail lashing, Anpu could very well shove Elsu out of his way if he so pleased; however, it appeared that he's giving the other Canis a choice.

Move out of his way, or fight and possibly end up minced meat.

Dylan
^{18 || 3+ FR || Artist/Writer}
^{Shade Cult || Beastclan || Lore/Rp Clan}

@ShadowedGardens
(gotta do an online midterm now, but I had to make sure to finally respond @.@)

Elsu was taken aback by the Infected’s words, more so by the accent and the fact that it was able to utter comprehensible words. He always assumed that such monsters were nothing more than killing machines and was unable to speak more than bestial utterances. However, the way it lashed out at him drew him from his surprise and back to his rage.

Curling his lips to reveal sharp teeth, Elsu’s pelt bristled and with wings outstretched, it made him seem all the larger than his opponent. “I think the only one who will end up as crow food will be you,” and giving the four-legged beast a cruel grin, “but I’ll give the other the honors of being a snack.” He crouched, preparing his body for the fight.

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