THE PACK OF SHARP FANGS |open, camp roleplay thread|

Warlo laughed humorously at her attempt. "well..." he said as he flicked his leg out of her mouth as he jumped aside from the she-wolf, allowing her to rise. "far to many wounds" he glances down at his underside. "assassins are meant to be the swift 'untouchable' ones, guess I am going soft" he laughs whole heartedly to Galaxy completely changing the mood. he glances over to Bellamy, noticing Viri in the distance. "does Bellamy want a go?" he grins cheekily towards him as he moves away from the new recruit

Warlo huffed at Viris comment. "well "missy" Its actually more fun this way" he said in a sarcastic way as he shot a goofy grin towards her

Osiris watched as Raven padded away, he himself arose to walk towards the mountains. Not for any purpose in particular, just felt like doing so. He made his way through the scrub cover, his old frame weaving as he reached the banks of the 'long wind' river that passed through the territory. He lay down slowly, and began to lap up the cool water that left droplets on his grey muzzle. His ears flicking to the sounds of the forest surrounding him as he lays silently..

As he sprinted they prey ahead of him drew closer, the sound of its frantic heart beat driving him insane as he anticipates its short life flowing into him. The small elk was slowing, large pants of exertion now evident on the proud beast that pounded ahead of him As he made one last burst of brute strength toppling the elk. the weight of the full grown wolf that had pursued him, flashing its set of fangs, quickly spearing into is side as it was pulled to its fate. As soon as the red flow hits his muzzle he lost in a flurry of senses, eyes glaze over in a craze as he tears into his prize. Licking himself clean, now stuffed with his fill he sits still to sniff the cool mountain air. below him lays vast amounts of land, endless waterways and fields alike a wait him.

"Our pack is small" Warlo cut in. he did not disagree with what the two wolves had said, knowing very well that he had 'lost his skill'. "Of course I am..I have been the only assassin in this pack for a great length of time, in this time 'nothing' has happened that had required my skills" he looked away embarrassed at this realization. "So...yea I got lazy" looking back at Viri.

Warlo Backed off slightly as the Alpha amerced from the shadows, his head hung low in shame at his failure within the pack, even more at letting down Raven. "I know it was no excuse for such tardiness, I Failed the pack with my slagging off...If another were to have attacked at this time with no other wolves of my rank present it would have been bad indeed" he quickly glanced to raven, then allowing his glance to fall to the forest beside him. "I won't fail the pack again, Raven. and my Apologies for galaxy" He looked over to galaxy who still lay where she fell (I am not trying to power-play, if that is just say :)

(ooc. can you use that word? amerced? or is it amerged..)

Kenae separated from Nikita once more. he started following the treeline out of the camp as he watched Ombre disappear into the distance then turned his full attention to the others dispersal. He was keen on speaking with the new recruits, assuming they were with Warlo he began slinking into the forest canopy heading towards the only possible place the trio could be. The arena

(ooc. after I have posted I often see mistakes, but often do not correct them. Please, do be a grammar Nazi!. I find it splendid to be corrected with grammar- to evolve ones vocabulary)

Warlo keep his head down, expecting punishment for this failure. A part of him wanted it, to at least get back a piece of his pride now shattered away due to his lazy habits. Only now having truly realized his wrong doing. He glances up at Raven and the others 'sheepishly' mulling over ravens comment as he shifts his legs anxiously, This was an extreme low point for him and quiet frankly was feeling angry with himself. more than anything right now he wanted to run into the forest and howl away the frustration he felt with in himself, to never once see ravens disappointment again.

Kenae approached the arena, pushing through the lush ferns that cover the north-west side he silently padded into the open. stopping to observe the scene he notices almost hostile stance of the wolves, huddled closely in what appeared to be a 'heated' discussion. Kenae simply stood there, Not wanting to intrude- He awaited ravens hint to either leave or approach- A system that worked well between the two, this made sure that kenae would never got to 'cocky' as to forget his place as second

Osiris was feeling rather 'over adventurous' and decided to move further into the territory, Usually he did not dare to travel alone due to the fear of being injured...or being overcome by a possible trespasser. He was stubborn, not suicidal. even at his 'golden age' he still knew what was good for him, But at this time he did not feel the urge to seek company. As he walked slowly, looking down to his aged paws as they shuffle the pebbles and other debris that scatter the earth he is all but lost in his thoughts, the sounds and smells of life fade away as memory’s flood him. consume his mind. His endless walk ends him up at a lakes edge, the lake being at the far east side of the territory. not to far from the border. there he lays down, the warm sun basking down on his molting coat.

Seether sits in a confident stance, his tail tucked between his legs as he admires the vast land that lays ahead of him, as far as his eyes can see or comprehend. the brisk winter breeze ruffling his fur, sending waves of ripples through his lush coat. he had not come across many wolves in his travels since his loner status, none of them gave him much trouble....the only trouble is what they had received from him. a sly grin spreads across his maw as he stands up to descend down the steed slope of the mountain, his paws leaving deep indention’s in the shingle face as he slides effortlessly down..