~The Pack of Wandering Paws~{RP Thread}

Eurus snarled at the other rouges as they stepped into view. For a second he was torn between standing beside his packmates and running to warn the others. He shot a look to Dragger, already engaged in combat, before he steeled his spine and launched himself at the nearest brute. Though the brute outweighed him, Eurus was a whirlwind of speed, using the males bulky frame against him. The sleek male snapped at the rouges face, his fangs ripping through the delicate orb and rendering the optical useless. As the rouge roared in blind rage, Eurus rolled underneath the me and sank his canines into the beasts tender belly. Blood poured hot across his tongue and down his gullet, urging him on. Eurus held on like a massive tick, as the brute snarled and tried to dislodge him.

Rhea was fairly certain she could not love any creature more than Pariah. As a pup, her mother often told her if she ever found a brute willing to give his life for you..hes a keeper. The red pelted fae knew her mate would die to protect her and their whelps, just as surely as she would. "I think the watchful eyes of the oak sound wonderful," she said with a smile. She paused mid step, looking back over her shoulder worriedly. The fae could not shake the feeling something was amiss.

((ooc my computer is broken and the new one won't be here until the 20-25th so I will be posting on my phone. Ignore typos lol and sorry if they are short))

Eurus was slowly disemboweling the rouge, as with every breath the brute took Eurus sunk his fangs deeper into its gut. With blood pouring out all over him Eurus noticed how slick things had become. The young brute knew he would have to release his hold and just as he contemplated the thought, the rouge reared up, thus dislodging the wolf like tick that had ate away at his innards. Eurus rolled across the ground, sliding and slipping on the bloody earth. The rouge tackled him, forcing the brute against a boulder and clasping his jaws around Eurus' mandible. The scout yelped in pain and tried to rear upwards but his lightweight frame would not move the heavy rouge. The will to live sprang to life, shooting adrenaline through his bloodstream. With a muffled snarl Eurus rolled sideways, forcing all his weight in one direction, breaking the hold on his lower jaw. A discernible pop could be heard as Eurus' jaw was rendered from its socket. With agonizing pain rippling through his body he collapsed to the ground. An eerie howl rose from his mangled maw and rose into the dark sky. Once more the rouge attacked and pinned Eurus down. The scout dug his claws deep into the brutes gut and was rewarded when guts and organs poured out onto him. The rouge shuddered visibly and with a last bit of effort sank his fangs into Eurus' shoulder, cleaving meat from bone before blood loss took its toll. The brute collapsed on top of Eurus, and the young male had no strength to push the carcass off himself.

(Sorry if i am messing up any plot lines, let me know if i am and i will change it)

The wolfess moved at a moderate pace through the forest. Treading on unfamiliar ground, Calista took cautious steps, paws placed carefully with each stride. The darkness has her senses on over drive, nares flaring to take in the scents around her. It was obvious others were in the area, but where? Delicate auds twisting upon her cranium she paused. A sickening sound came from her left - the familiar sound of blood and guts. Muscles stiffening instantly the fae was tense as she moved. She knew that it was risky to venture towards unknown lupines, especially with a kill nearby. But she felt more comfortable finding out what was going on than trying to hide. Hiding was not in her nature. Moving stealthily forward, body lowered to the ground, she moved towards the sound. It was after a moment that she realized the blood was that of a wolf. A chill ran down the wolf's spine as she broke through the foliage. Two fallen wolves laid in a tangle mess, intesrines spilled on the ground. Swallowing hard Calista took a step closer, trying to ascertain what had happened. It was then that she heard the shallow breathing of the bottom wolf. Growling in frustration the femme moved closer to the injured wolf. "If I get him off you, you better not attack me" she nearly snarled, not waiting for a response before she grabbed the dead wolves tail and dragged him off.

Ooc;; alrighty, so I didn't make a mess of it. And thanks, glad to be here

Eurus groaned miserably and let out a yelp as the dead rouge was dragged off of his mangled body. The brute eyed the unknown fae and a distorted growl rumbled from his wrenched jaw. Blood poured from his wounded shoulder and as he stood the limb hung useless at his side. He hobbled over to Drag, falling on his face as his strength was waning. He let out a high pitched yelp as pain radiated through his face. A growing pool of blood was slowly forming beneath him as he stared up at Dragger, his eyes pleading and speaking the words he could not.

Rhea was agitated, and began to pace circles around the oak. However inviting and enticing Pariah was, her motherly instincts were on high alert. She stopped in front of her mate. "Something is wrong...i know it." The fatale licked Pariahs cheek before stepping away, "I have to check on our pups. I won't sleep a bit if I don't." She followed the well worn path to the alpha den and stopped outside. Her ears flicked forward as she thought she heard a faint howl in the distance. "Lithera," she called out worriedly.

Calista stood where the blood had been spilled, murky amber eyes following the shape of the wolf who promptly left the scene. Cranium tilting in a puzzled manner, the fae realized that she had stumbled upon this battle at its very end. The tension in the air was dissipating with each second that passed, and it seemed that the incursion was over - for now at least. Judging by the heavy aroma of blood in the air, this crumpled lupine was not the only life that had been lost. Glancing back up from the fallen brute, Cal discerned another wolf with the one that she had relieved of the carcass. Panting from both exertion and anxiety the ashen colored wolfess stepped forward in a tentative manner, hoping her good deed would be remembered and she would not be perceived as a threat.

Calista found herself wondering if these wolves had eradicated a small pack, or if they were defending their territory from rogues. Her eyes locked on a female who was injured - her tail was missing, most likely due to a battle with a bretheren of the fallen wolf by her own feet. The wolfess seemed aggravated by Cal's presence, and this ignited a fire inside of the ashen femme, but she did her best to extinguish it. This was not her land, nor her pack, and very easily she could be killed or driven away. Keeping her posture neutral without cowering in fear, being careful not to appear dominant, the wolf's strange voice came to Cal's sensitive auds. "My name is Calista" she said simply, "but I also go by Cal." Shifting on her paws, she decided against inquiring the fae's name at the moment, waiting to see what her reaction would be.

Rhea paced worriedly outside the alpha den until her daughter emerged. "Something is wrong," was all she managed to say before Thad barreled past them. The betess whirled around and followed, her long legs pumping hard to keep pace with the alpha. A nervous energy buzzed in her blood, urging her on, and though she wanted to go full steam ahead, the inky blackness kept her at a steady slower pace. When the acrid stench of blood became overwhelming to her senses she skidded to a halt, narrowly missing plowing into Brigita. Her claws scrabbled for grip in the blood-soaked earth and she twisted sideways to avoid colliding with the bloody quarreler. Her nares burned with Eurus' scent and she rushed over to her injured son. Gingerly she licked blood from his face, "My boy, you are a mess," she said softly. She placed her large paw over the gaping wound in his shoulder to staunch the bleeding.

Eurus laid in a pool of his own blood, clinging to life by a thread. He was quietly waiting for the wolf he loved the most in the world to come find him. As his mother's calming presence appeared like an angel through the darkness, Eurus let out a small sigh. He had already lost too much blood to feel any pain as she placed her paw on his shoulder. He stared up at her gentle face, memorizing every inch of it. Eurus struggled to speak, managing to whisper "love you" before his eyes rolled back and he slipped away into the afterlife.

Having assumed the she wolf was about to drive her off, Calista was surprised when she heard her own name roll out of the fae's mouth. Her eyes, which had been lowered submissively, flicked back upwards instantly. Despite the fact that she had no connection to these wolves, their grief was evident and somehow transferred to her. As she glanced at the fallen wolf she frimaced, swallowing suddenly. She then followed, her delicate appendages carrying her in the path of the others, not sure where they were going. She moved silently, hanging back a bit from the group so as not to intrude. Although her eyesight was keen even in the darkness, she found it hard to take in her surroundings accurately, depending on her hearing and nose to guide the way into the unknown.

Rhea's face contorted into a mask of grief as Eurus took his last breath. "I love you too," she said sadly though her words were spoken to no one, just her son's spirit. No tears formed in her eyes, as she had yet to accept he was truly dead. The fae merely lowered to the ground and eased her son's bloody and broken body onto her back. With a heavy heart she followed silently behind the rest of the pack.