Olympus Wolves Advanced Roleplay

cedarmoon · Aug 1st 2014

A WARNING TO THE PROPHET, THE LIAR, THE HONEST. THIS IS WAR.

[hr][hr][shadow=white,left]O L Y M P U S[/shadow]
~~- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -~~[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:230px; height: 196px; overflow: auto][justify][size=7pt]The Olympus wolves have been part of these Great basins of Greece for centuries now, yes these mysterious beings are werewolves; people who have the superior power to morph between human and beast. Though many like their wolf forms and prefer to be caught int he eyes of many while in this mask, but others walk around with the human cloak on. As some do not know how to control their ways in wolf form they stay in human, while others can't seem to stay in their two-leg forms for very long -- only an extended amount of time -- they like all four paws on the ground. They are known as the Olympians, and several months the traditional Colosseum fights are held, where two or more slaves(gladiators) are chosen to compete in a life or death battle. This event has been with the family, along with the whole of Greece from the very beginning, and they love to watch the battles rage on. They also hold a fight for two men who in the arena when challenging for the Empresses or Princesses hand in marriage, now for the Princes, they choose their wives with the ones who are worthy enough to carry his child. As these wolves are unknown to the mortal eye, they run the entire Empire of Greece, starting from the roots to the borders of this large country -- their masses extend all around the world but werewolves of the almighty Olympus family originate from here. War in this country, this Empire has been a fine line between peace and structure, no one dares to challenge Greece for their lands or profits, so many stay clear, though there are some who plague these lands of the Gods and Goddesses; craving power. But do they get it? No. That was until a powerful leader of a band of Hunters, who have found out about these Olympus wolves promised to take down their walls and burn the temples to the ground and slay the Empress and take the throne. But, we all know, that in the end, Olympus will rise to greatness and only the strong will survive. So, if you dare, join this sudden battle of death, claim your rights and your pride, and let the blood run through the gaps in your paws, down through the rivers and let this war commence!

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TO THE LEADER, THE PARIAH, THE VICTOR, THE MESSIAH. THIS IS WAR.
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IMPORTANT THREADS
SIGN UP THREAD : http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1709751.0
CHAT + PLOTTING THREAD : n/a

Rules and Regulations

LAWS

◄ The Colosseum is ran by the royal Olympus family, who are to be respected by all. In return the family is not to abuse power, or they will be punished. Those of the family are required to adhere to familial laws as well, but none of the family members are expected to. ►

◄ The rape of allies, enslavement, or murder of allies is not permitted. In turn, the same is expected of allies. ►

◄ All pack members must strive towards some purpose so that they may contribute to the well being of the entire pack. This means all pack members must commit to an area of expertise in some way. ►

◄ Trespassers will be attacked, viciously, unless they are allies. All visitors must wait outside the borders patiently. ►

◄ This is an Empire, not a peaceful setting. The pack will expand and conquer, and those found to be traitors (as in spilling plans to enemies) will have their tongues ripped from their mouths. ►

◄ Any pack member who shifts in front of a human, or reveals themselves to one, will see to hanging, or a trail of the Gods will execute their rights and position in the pack. ►

◄ No female who is with child will leave the bounds of the Empire walls, and if they do, they MUST be escorted by either their mate (if they have one) or a General or Legion. ►

◄ In the arena, if slaves are sent into battle they must attend for expect to be severely punished and other than this one rule anything is allowed within the building blocks of the Colosseum. ►

◄ Other than the rules listed above, there will be rules subjected to be added at any time (so that is your own responsibility to check). The Empress will add more as she thinks of them, and as they become practical. ►

*IF YOU HAVE READ EVERYTHING ABOVE, PUT 'witness the rise of a goddess' IN THE PASSWORD PART OF YOUR FORM

OOC RULES

→ Not advanced? Then get the f*ck off my thread!
→ Be respectful to your piers!
→ No perfect characters! Everyone has flaws!
→ BE ACTIVE! I can't stress this enough!
→ DO NOT F*CKING JOIN IF YOUR JUST GOING TO NOT POST! Make sure you are active enough to keep up with a thread like this.
→ I will only reserve a high position for 24 hours, after that time is up the rank you reserved is OPEN.
→ I don't have any rules here, because I don't like to tie down my peeps. But do keep genders even, I won't make ANYONE have to be a guy or girl if they don't want to. BUT! Do realize, that there is limited spots for every rank, which will come down to equal amount of boys and girls. I will be keeping track of that!
→ Oh and I will make a separate thread for plotting + chatting.

*IF YOU HAVE READ THIS FAR PUT [size=6pt]'and let the war commence'[/size] IN THE PASSWORD PART OF YOUR FORM*

*FALLENOULS IS THE CO OWNER OF THIS THREAD, YOU WILL RESPECT HER AND DO AS SHE TELLS YOU*

Ranks

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; height: 250px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 135px;]~~EMPRESS~~: The divine ruler, the leader of Olympus and part of the Olympus family, and the one who will lead the pack to glory. Her word is to be obeyed, although she is not a cruel women. She is the word and law, and although those beneath her may have authority, it is her word that is final. She may overturn punishments and decisions if she sees fit.
COUNCIL [1/1]: The secondary ruler, the Empress's most trusted companion, and likely to be her mate or husband. The Council carries the same weight as the Empress, with her word be the only one that can overturn his.
~~PRINCE~~ && PRINCESS [1/2]: The chosen successor to the Empire throne. Should Viridiana fall and there is no Council, it is the Prince of Princess who will take charge. Their authority is not so complete, they perhaps have the same amount of command as a third tier, but they are to be respected. This is mostly intended to be a training rank.
CENTURION [1/1] [FEMALE]: The lead Beta, essentially. This is likely the highest rank someone who is not relation (by marriage or blood or adoption) to Viridiana can reach. A highly respected individual, the Centurion is supposed to be a link between the leaders and the pack, a key adviser to the Empress and her Tier 1's.
TRIBUNES [1/2] [MALE & ~~FEMALE~~]: A rank for two individuals, who serve a similar purpose to the Centurion, minus perhaps some of the advisory purposes of the Centurion. They are expected to be involved in the pack, and to participate in other leadership duties (just as the ranks above them are expected to) such as border patrol and fighting in battles if that is required.
SCRIBE [1/1] [TAKEN]: The Scribe is the person who keeps all of the pack's History, Stories, Notes, etc. He is also the messenger and professional writer. He is part of the Olympus family.
ORACLE [/2][~~MALE~~ AND FEMALE]: The Oracles of the Olympus family, the skilled healers who are connected with the Gods. They are to be respected over all else, and their words are to be taken seriously. Their word is powerful, and revered by all proper Olympus family members.
DIVINE [0/4] [TWO MALE && TWO FEMALE]: The members of the Olympus family who are of age. They are to be respected, but are required to act accordingly to familial tradition, or face punishment. Atlas, they are to be respected by those beneath them, but are also expected to respect any rank above them (of relation or not).
HEIR [0/2] [MALE && FEMALE]: Any children of the Olympus family, they are similar to Youth, except they need to be respected just a bit more, as they are of royal blood. However, in turn, they are held to stricter standards by the pack.
GENERALS/LEGIONS/NURSES [0/6] [MALES AND FEMALES ALL OPEN]: The warriors(generals), hunters(legions), and non-Olympus healers(nurses), respectively. They are the main populous, and are respected due to their usefulness. Ones who are particularly devoted will find themselves quick to rise in the ranks.
SQUIRE [0/4] [TWO MALES && TWO FEMALES]: Non-Olympian yearlings of the pack, who have been assigned to a mentor and are training in a particular area. They are expected to do as all above them command, and are often given annoying task in order to test them.
WISE [0/1] [FEMALE]: The Elders of the pack, who are unable to fulfill duties, but are to be respected nonetheless. They are not expected to participate in duties, and will be looked after without question.
YOUTH [0/3] [TWO MALES && ONE FEMALE]: The offspring of the non-Olympus family who are under a year old. There are little responsibility placed upon them, but they are expected to listen to their parents and learn to respect the ruling family.
COMMONERS [0/2] [MALE && FEMALE]: An able bodied pack member who, for whatever reason, will not specialize in a rank. They are less respected than Elders and Youth, who are unable to be of use due to age. This individual who has the ability but refuses to assist are not respected, and can only rise when they show promise and devotion in an area.
HUMAN SLAVES [0/4] [TWO MALES && TWO FEMALES]: Individuals taken into the service of the Olympus family for whatever reason. Perhaps they are bastard children of disobedient family members, or gifts to the ruling family. Essentially Human slaves, they are treated mostly as property, although they are not to be abused. (These slaves do not know anything of the Olympians, so do not know them your true self).
PRISONER [2/2] [MALE && ~~FEMALE~~]: Those who are stolen from other packs, or who dare to trespass on land. They are dangerous, although once they are broken they may be made into slaves (unless they are werewolf prisoners then they will be made Commoners), if they are not returned that is. They are guarded at all times without exception.

TOTAL MEMBERS: 37

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Tiers

cedarmoon · Aug 1st 2014

I will post when I have muse.

cedarmoon · Aug 1st 2014

Mmmmmk.

Koutarou · Aug 1st 2014

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S I O N · Aug 1st 2014

Tracking. Thanks again Nicoco for making the roleplay c:

cedarmoon · Aug 1st 2014

NO prob. Tiggy boo.

Wolfsbane Shadowmoor · Aug 1st 2014

Tracking for now :)

legacy456 · Aug 1st 2014

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Flowers....flowers everywhere, a meadow full of various colored flowers surrounded by a large luscious green forest, its trees thick with plentiful fruit and blossoms. The sky a soft pink and purple turning to a bright orange and red from the sunset as the large bright sun was lowering below the horizon. Maya was laying in the meadow, in her fox form, spread around the open field, the scents of sweet-like honey and different perfumes of flowers. It almost seemed real. She was in her fox form, sprawled about, and a handsome brown fox stepped from behind her, licking her ear in a small display of affection. Definitely male, showing affection like a mate would. Maya's golden brown optics from the sunlight glanced at the male.

Suddenly, three fox kits appeared prancing about in the grass, with playful yelps and growls, they were siblings, and for some reason, Maya knew, they were her family. Her mate and pups. The vixen sighed softly and closed her eyes, she felt at peace, she had everything she wanted right there, a family...

Maya's eyes fluttered open but this time, she was a human, sprawled out in her bed with her sheets on the carpet. It was all just a dream. She groaned and rubbed her eyes with the palms of her soft hands. She sat up on her bed and looked at the mirror that hung on the wall across her bed, seeing her fiery colored hair was a mess, and her way too big shirt hung over her shoulder, revealing her bra. She really should move that mirror, it wasn't very flattering seeing herself in the mirror right when she got out of bed.

She place her feet over the edge of the bed, letting her toes touch the tan beige carpet underneath her. She stood up and walked over to the bathroom which was only a couple feet from her bed, as the other side was a giant window showing the view of the Kingdom, it was quite a nice view in her opinion, one of the reasons she loved her apartment so much. She stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and grabbed her toothbrush, running it over the water and then putting toothpaste on the wet brush, then cleaning her white teeth. After about a minute and a half of brushing she cleaned the paste out of her mouth and cleaned the foamy brush. She smiled in the mirror, one of her favorite feelings in the world, the minty refreshed taste after she brushed her teeth, she never understood why some people would hate brushing their teeth or even forget, it was one of her favorite things during the day.

She removed all of her clothes. leaving it in a small bin filled with other dirty clothes she wore during the week, and stepped into the shower, turning the faucet on to have cold water rushing through her body, waking her up since she was still a bit groggy from her night's sleep.
(Mini timeskip for my character)
Maya looked through her closet and pulled out a simple white summer dress with a black leather belt strapped around her stomach. She slipped on some black boots to match the belt and stepped out of the door, unsure of what to do for the day.

No idea how to start it so I hope this is good??

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Wolfsbane Shadowmoor · Aug 1st 2014

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Phoebe Gallo:
Female Divine - 21 yrs. - 5 ft 8 in - 133 lbs.

Silas Archer:
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Their wolves

BEATLES · Aug 1st 2014

Track

sweet angel · Aug 1st 2014

Track will post soon.

vampirecat · Aug 1st 2014

Trackers. I'll post soon.

Koutarou · Aug 1st 2014

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August lay in bed, motionless and waiting. Waiting for something that would never happen. Woe is me. How I cannot speak the true words or meanings in so which the world desires to hear. The rough discipline that is foretold to be given ebbs away. Our hearts bleed poison from which the plant grew the fruits of our strength. Ugh. What the hell was he saying? August shifted out of bed, his blonde hair frizzy and his eyes heavy. Today he felt simply groggy. Ahh-choo! August sniffed slightly and wiped his nose with a tissue. Oh how he did not feel well today.

[//;; lowest muse of all time. i am so so soo sorry. ;-;

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legacy456 · Aug 2nd 2014

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Maya skipped down the stairs of her apartment and reached the front entrance of the castle. Such a beautiful sight to see, she didn't think she would ever get over the gorgeous palace. She realized she was gawking at the architecture and guards were starting to notice her awkward staring. She didn't really know where to go or what to do ~~because her roleplayer has lost her muse~~ so she decided that maybe she should just go for a swim outside the kingdom in a nearby stream, she just took a shower but it would give her a chance to just relax and enjoy the weather, wait...Where was Tails? Maya didn't see him this morning. Maybe he was still sleeping under the bed or something. Oh well.

She walked over towards the market place first before rushing out of the kingdom, her steps long and swift for her tiny legs. She continued in her stride waving to fellow people at times and after about five minutes, she reached the bustling market place filled with fresh sweet smells of baked bread and raw meat, just killed. The scents made her stomach growl and she jumped, frightening herself from the noise coming from her digestive system. Maya stepped into the market and grabbed a basket, walking around. picking various fruits such as apples and orange, as well as some bread and of course, fresh meat. She picked up a bottle of wine and a small glass for herself, laying it gently in the full basket. She would have breakfast by the stream, like a picnic. The thought of the word picnic made her remember her childhood, when she used to have picnics and tea parties, so ignorant to the problems going on in her life.

After Maya paid for everything, she walked out of the market, and headed for the entrance of the city, passing various townsmen and guards until it was all grasslands and forests. Once she felt the grass beneath her shoes, she put the basket down and shifted into her red fox form, her fur so clean and her colors so vibrant. She picked up the basket in her mouth and started with a leap, running towards the stream, which was much quicker running in her fox form than human form, her tiny legs prancing quickly through the tall grass. The breeze rushing through her fur.

Maya finally paused as she reached could smell the fish from the river and heard the gentle movement of the water. She put the basket down and shifted into her human form, picking up the basket once again as she stepped to the shore of the stream. she sighed as she slid off the white dress and was only in her undergarments. It felt weird to be without clothes covering her body, even with her fur she didn't feel so exposed. She dipped her toe into the cool water and then dipped her foot and then her entire vessel was in the cool water, it felt refreshing, she dipped her head under the water and starting pushing her body through the water, opening her eyes and looked at the pretty smooth stones underneath, with glimmering fish swimming by her. She ran out of breath and swam to the surface, her hair slicked behind her head revealing her face. Maya went to the shore once again, and sat on a small patch of grass.

She skimmed through it, and pulled out an apple and a peach tea. Her teeth sank into the sweet scarlet fruit and the crunch felt satisfying to her, taming the beast inside her belly. She closed her eyes, and let the sun cover her in an embrace. Warming her body from the cool water.

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sweet angel · Aug 2nd 2014

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Rosewood

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Oracle
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BEATLES · Aug 2nd 2014

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Max sat in his room, ignoring the beaming rays filtering through the window to the Oracle's right. He had woken up a bit earlier than most, since he was woken up from a nightmare involving his uncle Hans. Hans was a crazed man who was let out of a mental institute when he murdered several people for just personal issues. He broke into his own brother's home and almost stole Max from his crib, which is why he's afraid of burglars. Who would be? Even if he was an infant, it was absolutely traumatizing. But boy, he kinda missed Munich anyways.
Anyways, Max was sitting at his little desk, scribbling down some notes and new ideas for remedies. Now that he was safe in Greece, he felt more secure and he could get on with his life, despite the thought that he didn't have his parents anymore, foster or real. The oracle exhaled deeply, stopping his writing and brushing a raven colored strand of hair from his eye. He glanced out the window, seeing it was about time everyone would get up. Maxton stood up, pushing the papers to the side and adjusting his vest. He exited his room, popping a small homemade mint in his mouth.

cedarmoon · Aug 2nd 2014

Going to post

Max time will be an hour

cedarmoon · Aug 2nd 2014

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The sky, a wondrous mystery. The vibrant background exploding with the colors of the light. Pastel laces swirled across the sky, brushing against the light yellow sun, yearning for its awakening from it's deep slumber. Each color it's own, yet pleading with the other to bleed against one another. The lightness of the sky inquired its early awakening, as if trying to dispel the sleep from it's existence. Paint danced across the sky with a brush in hand, creating a brilliant masterpiece of a ballet.

This was the beauty in which I was awakened by. My eyes fluttered open, slowly letting the sunshine into my blue optics. I just laid there for a second. Sky. Sky is all I see. It's beauty revealed, by the flick of a switch. I like the way, the clouds roll gently against it's soft blue skin. To me the sounds around me almost die out, just soft whispers now brushing up against my ears. The almost silent atmosphere peaceful. The sky gently wavering by, and my breath even and calm. It should scare me, but it doesn't. I feel light, like I'm in a dream. Perhaps I am? Maybe I'm in a dream now, and none of this is real.

My fantasy, my perfect scene is broken. As a raven of some sorts screeches across the sky almost as if it's screaming, my almost fantasy, shatters like glass, splintering into a million different pieces. Now revealing the reality of life and all it's power. I try to calm myself down in that peaceful state of mind once more. But I don't know how. I can feel myself desperately trying to force myself into it, but I can't. It's gone, the feeling gone. And I realize that this raven in which I speak is actually a crow. And not just one, no, crows are never alone.

And they only circle if there Is fresh meat. But only fresh, dead meat. I sat up, my muscles aching, yelling in protest. I was shirtless, of course. I took a minute to stretch out my pained joints and muscles. And then I say there for a moment. Just listening to the birds screech, and other birds tweet, and the wind ruffle the leaves on the trees. I then looked back. And what I saw was not something I had wanted to see. It was a bloody mess. Blood was painted everywhere across the small field. I put my hand on my face and just shook it in frustration. I lost control again. I was losing control, and thAt was not good. I could barley remember anything from last night. One of the things I remembered was that they were werewolf hunters. And they attacked me. Well they didn't exactly attack me. They tried to recapture me. They had kept me prisoner for 5 years, torturing me and much more. More than half of my body was covered in scars, and burn marks. But lucky for me I could conceal mine easily, simply with a long sleeve shirt and pants.

I decided to get out if here, before some human accidentally stumbled upon this scene. Taking a breath, I pushed myself off the ground, taking on my feet after a few moment. Taking a step, I was then given a blazing white blinding pain through my abdomen. And because of this I was unable to hold back the scream of pain that escaped my pink lips. And with that I dropped to my knees, my fingers digging into the deep wet cold earth. Sweat dripping off my pointed nose until it's absence fell to the earth. My body was shaking vigorously, and I couldn't stop the shivers that racked through my body rattling my bones as if I was having drug withdrawals. Looking down to my dirt covered shirt, I could see the two bloody spots that now stained my clothing. With shaking hands, I shakily grabbed onto the fabric, pulling the shirt away, to reveal something far worse. Under the bleeding, bloody mess, of my stomach, laid two deep holes. These holes couldn't only hold one thing. Each hole carried a bullet, and not just any bullet. Predicting from the fact that I could feel these bullets burning their way deeper into my tan flesh, I could conclude that they were pure silver.

I had to get up. I screamed the command to get up mentally. My brain switching on and fumbling about trying to follow out with the command. Bringing on knee up, I pushed off the earth with the other foot, barely making it right. Tears streamed down my face from the pain coursing it's way through my body. Each step I took gave a burning blinding pain that coursed it's way through my brain. And fore every step came a greater amount of pain. But I refused to go down just sitting and waiting for death to come knocking at my door. So I pushed through the pain, half sobbing in the process. I used each tree, and pushed off of one at a time, because I knew I couldn't get anywhere walking on my way. Hoping, praying that some werewolf would stumble upon my being.

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[COLOR=BLACK][FONT=COURIER]You say these things and it wears me out

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[COLOR=BLACK][FONT=COURIER]Its where my demons hide. It's where my demons hide.

legacy456 · Aug 2nd 2014

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Maya finished the crunchy apple after a couple of minutes, throwing the core in a soft patch of grass, maybe it will grow into a tree one day, the thought made her smile. A decade later, she would come back, and see a small tree growing, and she would know that she created the tree, all from an innocent little toss of a core. Did apple trees even grow in Greece? She should research that. She stood, up and dived into the cool water again, washing her sticky mouth and hands from the juicy fruit she just ate. She ran her fingers through her hair and sat at the bottom of the water, just relaxing, clearing her head of any thoughts, like a meditation. Everything was so quiet, it was foreign to her, but it felt nice. The only thing keeping her from complete peace was her body begging for oxygen, which she kindly obliged by swimming to the surface of the water.

She slicked her hair back once again, getting it out of her face and sat next to her basket, her skin shining and slick from the water, droplets dripping down her body into the grass and soil beneath her. Suddenly, a scent consumed her. Blood, death, a werewolf. Someone was near, and hurt. She became immediately alert and turned her head towards the direction of the scent. They were definitely nearby, but being her insecure self. The first thing that went to her head was somebody seeing her in her undergarments bringing a rosy pink to her cheeks and bringing her knees close to her chest, and wrapping her arms around her body. She grabbed her white summer dress and quickly slipped it on, not caring anymore that her body was wet, she left the basket there and her shoes and started quickly walking towards the scent. She didn't care if it was a complete stranger, she just wanted to make sure he, or she, was safe.

Maya came upon a girl, around Maya's age, and she was definitely wounded. She instantly hid behind a tree, put peered her head on the side, watching her. "H-Hello...." She called out to the stranger. She was scared for her own life, if this was a werewolf which she reeked of, then she could easily tear little Maya to shreds. Even though the girl was wounded, that doesn't mean she couldn't hurt Maya. "I'm Maya, I have food and there is a stream nearby to clean the blood off of you, if you'd like." Maya informed softly, again, her main concern was making sure the girl was okay, the least of her worries was that she was trespassing on their land. Which probably made her a horrible Centurion.

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Wolfsbane Shadowmoor · Aug 2nd 2014

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[color=white]Silas was sitting in the warm white sand of the beach. He had his gray eyes closed as he listened to the waves crash against each other. It was peaceful here and he needed to get away from the others for a while. He took a deep breath and sighed softly.

Phoebe and Shadowmoor walked out into the garden and smiled. Phoebe loved the flowers there and loved the sound of the birds chirping and soft sound of butterfly wings fluttering against the air. She loved nature and it some how reminded her of her mother. Shadowmoor let out a soft purr and nuzzled Phoebe's hand. She smiled and stroked the great black beast's head. Shadowmoor's pelt was like fine velvet. Smooth and soft.

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