Saroke of Misfit Mountain

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    Saroke relaxed a bit and struggled into a standing position. "I need to cross these montians soon, or lose their trail..." she said

    "The trail of those who killed my tribe. I don't know how many there were, but I seek vengeance." replied Saroke.

    Saroke huffed and struggled to her paws. Her vision swam, but she shook her head to clear it. bowing her head submissively, she limped after Moakier.

    Moakier led the other wolf to a deep cave that was covered by a screen of entangled plants with strangle small pebbles of different sizes and colors entwined in them. Strange markings had been etched into the smooth surfaces but Moakier didn't bother to look at then as she slipped inside the cave. Other wolves were already there, six, to be exact. Two identical grey wolves with black tribal markings on there shoulders. One, a reddish brown with blue tribal markings on his side. A black one had a white tail tip and tribal markings on both his side and his tail. Another had black tribal markings like herself but he was a light brown. The last wolf was large and intimidating with creamy fur with a dark brown stripe running down his spine to the tip of his tail. His whole body was covered in black tribal markings.

    ooc: what are tribal markings?


    ic: Saroke whined and dipped her head further, shifting her weight nervously and pulling back her ears, she glanced at Moakier " I am Saroke,"she started but there was all she got to. A howl started from outside, and a large wolf dashed into the room "It's an attack!" he then glared at Saroke "And YOU lead them here!" with a growl, he leaped at Sraoke, whom yelped and scrabbled away, but to no avail, the wolf was on her, biting and scratching.Saroke howled and tried to push ff the wolf without hurting him.

    Moakier snarled and kept at the wolf. She but his ear and dragged him off. "Nunik!" She snarled."This she-wolf is under my protection!" She turned to the other wolves."Council, this she-wolf came here because she is the last of her pack. She is trying to find the murderers and exact her revenge." The wolves watched with stony silence until the creamy wolf spoke."For now, we must fight this intrusion." He stood and bounded towards the entrance but before leaving he leaned and whispered in Moakiers ear. "Stay out of the fight." His eyes darted to Saroke."And keep her hidden." And then he and and the other five wolves were gone.

    Saroke's breathing was ragged as she stood up. "Thank you." she whispered. "what should I do?"

    "okay..." Saroke replied uneasily. "what is going to happen to me? Do you think I brought them?"

    "I couldn't! Unless they'd trailed me..." Flattening her ears, Saroke wished she could claw some ears.

    Glancing at Moakier, she settled down and awaited instructions.

    It wasn't long before the sounds of fighting drifted into silence. Everything was quiet. Eerily quiet. And then a lone howl began with its eiry melody. It sounded of a tree, tall and strong, fighting against the winds of a storm. A second howl joined in with the voice of wind rippling across water. More howls joined. A stream, falling over stones. Flowers standing tall. Moakier hesitantly left the curtain of ivy and stone to pad into the larger cavern. Blood covered the ground like a red wet carpet. It clotted the fur in her paws and blood dripped from the stone archways onto her white fur. She looked around with dull hallow eyes. Dead wolves littered the ground. Many she did not recognize but some she did. A female wolf laid trembling beside the still form of a pup and Moakiers heart broke. Tilting back her head she howled a sound of the wind whipping the autumn tree's leaves and letting them drift lazily to the ground after completing a crazy airborne dance.

    Following Moakier, Saroke howled with rage. How could she have those attackers killed innocents? Throwing herself outside. Angry with herself for the deaths, she pelted away, her tears blurring he vision and the searing pain from her paw fueling her pace. So many deaths her fault. Why was she alive?

    Moakier stopped her mournful lament and blinked in surprise as Saroke dashed off. She waited a few seconds, then tuned to two wolves who didn't seem to injured. "Fallow me!" She barked and they pelted after her as she dashed after the she-wolf.
    Despite the wolf having brought danger to the pack, her sudden disappearance could cause suspicion among her pack. They would kill her if they thought she had done that on purpose. "Saroke!" Moakier howled. "Wait!" Her paws thudded the ground as she raced after her, and she felt the other's wolves breath on her tail as they flanked her sides a few feet behind her.

    Saroke nearly fell into a gorge in her blind panic. She halted just in time, rocks tumbling down the Cliffside. She heaved air into her lungs as she tried to listen for attackers. Should she end it all now? Would it be better to drop off the precipice? Saroke groaned and closed her eyes. She wavered between life and death. Find family in paradise or avenge their deaths?

    "Saroke!" Maokier called one last time. Until she caught sight of the figure crouched on the edge of Long Fang Gorge. She seemed about to leap. "Stop her!" She ordered one of the wolves at her side. He nodded once before pouring on his speed and leapt at her, attaching his teeth to her scruff.

    Saroke screamed, kicking at the ground. "Let go of me! I'll never do you good! Let me find my-" Saroke sank to the ground, feebly struggling, exhausted. "Just let me find my family..." Saroke whimpered, fat tears rolling down her face.