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    Ａ ｗａｒ ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ ｔｈｅ ｄａｒｋ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｇｈｔ．
    Ａ ｍｉｓｓｉｏｎ ｔｏ ｃａｐｔｕｒｅ ｔｈｅ Ｋｉｎｇ．
    Ｏｒ ｄｉｅ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ａｔｔｅｍｐｔ．
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    ＴＨＥ ＲＵＬＥＳ ＯＦ ＰＬＡＹ
    [size=9pt]１． Ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔ ｙｏｕｒ Ｋｉｎｇ
    ２． Ｏｂｅｙ ｙｏｕｒ Ｑｕｅｅｎ
    ３． Ｄｅｆｅｎｄ ｔｈｅ Ｐａｃｋ
    ４． Ｒｅｓｐｅｃｔ ｙｏｕｒ Ｅｎｅｍｙ
    ５． Ｄｏ ｗｈａｔｅｖｅｒ ｉｔ ｔａｋｅｓ
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    ＣＵＲＲＥＮＴ ＣＯＮＤＩＴＩＯＮＳ
    Ｓｅａｓｏｎ；Autumn
    Ｗｅａｔｈｅｒ； Misty
    Ｔｅｍｐｅｒａｔｕｒｅ；5' centigrade



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    [size=24][glow=white,2,300][font=georgia]✘[color=orange]✘[color=black]ABRAXAS[/fancypost]
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    The white figure slipped through the trees, tattered ears poised jauntily on top of her head and tail held high. She wasn't bothering to be quiet; she had practically no stealth skills, and the ground was submerged in fallen leaves to the point where every step made a deep crackling anyway. It was a pleasant sound, but wasn't enough to distract her form her mission. She knew she should really be with Abraxas - he had appointed her to protect him himself, after all - but she figured he could take care of himself for a few hours.
    No. The Queen was far more interested in what the Black Wolves were doing. Creeping to the border, she raised her head high and peered over it, eyes straining to see into the deep mist.
    Nothing. She saw absolutely nothing.
    She turned on her paws. She looked from side to side.
    Still nothing.
    Then, with a deep sigh, she turned again and began to stride out, back the way she had come. Her pack would have noticed her absence by now.


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    Caldaer yawned. The dawn light was shining right into his eyes. Blinking, the large brute got to his feet and limped out of the den he shared with the other pawns, glancing from side to side as he entered the camp. Was his sister up yet? A brief scan of the pack members told him that she wasn't, though it was likely that she was, in fact, and that he'd just missed her in the throng. No matter.
    Bouncing into the centre, despite the pain from his crippled leg, he flicked his ears and approached the nearest pack member with the biggest grin he could manage.
    "Hey there! Great day, huh?"


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    Tyraemar sat atop of his den, smiling down on his pack. With his tail curled around himself, the young, hyperactive male looked somewhat like a statue; nothing like his normal self, in other words. The truth be told, he'd been up all through the night, keeping watch on his beloved pack. Sure, he hadn't been King long, but already he felt protective.
    A sudden rustling in one of the dens drew his attention. His sleep-deprived mind couldn't work out which den it had come from, but he barked a greeting anyway and leapt down from his rock, stumbling slightly as he hit a patch of frost.



    (Voila! I'll get a format done soon, but this will do for now.)

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    [justify]Pink cherry blossom falling, I often wonder why, a beauty slowly taken like branches now forsaken - I am the tree that learned to cry. -- Micheal faudet.[/fancypost][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 300px; height: 300px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; height: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; min-height: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana]
    The white bundle of fur shifted a bit, giving a small yawn of a yelp which echoed in her den. Strong scents of blood and herbal leaves covered the den, losing your breathe the first time you walk in. Sol, the mage of the mighty white pack, stood up slowly to just shake out her pelt. Dirt and other materials whipped around the den, hitting the walls that enclosed her. Taking a small step outside of her den she took a deep breath to enjoy the fresh air. Dark brown eyes narrowed towards the sky, as if waiting for an answer. Years had gone by and nothing but fighting has entered the area. Spying was frequent, and small battles interrupted the peace she long waited for. Looking around the area she saw no signs of newly injured wolves, which was a good sign for herself. Though it made her curious that her queen was nowhere in sight. Usually she was the first ones she always sees, standing proudly against her pack with the king. With a low huff the fae walked over to small scraps from the last meal. Hunger stabbed her frequently, always too busy to eat anything half the time. Biting into the small flesh left, the wolf started to enjoy the meal.
    The wind brushed against her pelt, making it fly up like it was dancing. It was cool, dark orange and red leaves hitting against her lightly. The mist was no help either, making it easy for any wolf to blend with the area. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed her flesh before looking around. There weren’t many wolves awake yet, which made her feel a little lonely. Since Sol was a very weak framed wolf fighting was never an option for her. Even during training, she could barely stand against newly made pawns, ready to protect themselves and their pack. Taking the path of a mage was the only thing she could do to be in any use.




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    With a small grin the brute gave a small howl to warn the pack of the spying wolves. Azazel was no stranger in the mist, ready to launch on any wolf over his border. As he watched the female wolf leave he couldn’t help but give a small huff. The excitement of seeing the wolf under him, squirming around in pain, and begging him to stop was gone. With his banner up high he turned around to head to his pack once again. Morning walks was the best thing to do just to make sure that no white wolves tried to peek on what they were doing. The black wolf licked his nose as he walked into the camp of where his pack was at. Walking up to his king’s location, he bowed his head in respect to the great wolf. He had served under his rule for many months and his loyalty had never faltered. Yet anyways. The thrill of killing has always made him shuffle his paws in the dirt in excitement. Picking up his head lightly he looked at the king and queen. ``Excuse me,`` he barked quietly. ``I found a white wolf near the borders. It seemed like to be peeking on us.``
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    (Weeooweoo odd shipping thoughts alert? Love-hate rivalry crush with MiSha and Azazel inbound.)


    Midnight Shadows | Black | Female Rook
    Midnight Shadows was named well, as she had a habit of sneaking around, usually late at night. She hated Autumn and how it stole your stealth with crunchy leaves, but if one was skilled enough they could manage at least some silence. She had been out all night patrolling and practicing, and was making her way back to sleep a bit when she noticed the white queen along the border, and Azazel also spotting the rival female. She'd rushed back, but in waiting for him to catch up so she could Taunt him the male managed to introduce the information first. She huffed angrily and walked forward to join the conversation. As a matter of security it concerned her and she had every right to listen in. "Yes, I believe it was the Queen. I was surprised she showed herself. I also saw quite a few more than usually on patrol."


    Avo Cado | Black| Male Mage
    Avo had always had a strange sleeping schedule because he didn't usually sleep until he simply couldn't stay awake. The life of a mage involved being ready at any time to treat an injury, and he was not happy to have been woken up. One of the newer pawns had managed to trip on a branch in the dark and come in a few hours earlier. It had been a simple sprain, but the wimp had been acting like his leg would be forever crippled and insisted on staying in the healer's den until it felt better. Needless to say, Avo had not gotten back to sleep and had instead been angrily muttering and cleaning up a pile of herbs he'd knocked over when he'd fallen asleep. The mage had a feeling today would not be a good day.


    Askuwheteau | Male | White Junior Pawn
    Asku had been assigned to early morning patrol and was certainly surprised when he found the Queen just a few feet in front of him. "Damn this fog." He groaned, biting his tongue when he realized he'd said it aloud. He quickly shifted into a bow, anticipating the female turning at the sound. "Good morning, Queen Faria. Either you're more skilled than the stories say or I lost my hearing." He said, trying to cover up the fact that he'd been completely zoned out with some flattery. "Do you need anything?"


    Cithaeron | Female | White Knight
    Cithaeron had gotten into the habit of rising early soon after acquiring the position of Knight. The morning air was pleasantly cool and with few others awake there was plenty of opportunities to work on whatever she wished. She had finished her breakfast of a freshly caught squirrel and had been observing a strange growth of bone on one of it's little hips, contemplating if it meant anything bad for her health, when Sol walked past to get some leftovers. Just the wolf to ask. She picked the section carefully, bringing it over to the healer and setting it down. "Terribly sorry to bother you, but I had a question... this squirrel seemed to have some sort of deformity. There's nothing wrong with eating it, is there? I don't know much about diseases, I'm afraid, but I think I remember hearing about some type of disease of the bones once."

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    Sol perked her ears after hearing one of the voices speak. Turning her head she looked at the prey before the wolf. ``Let me see,`` she barked and lowered her head to get a closer look. Bones stook out and it seemed ill in itself. giving it a gentle paw, the small scent of infection was already growing on the rodent. With a shake of her head she looked at Cithaeron, ``I advise you not to eat this. Go ahead and burry it somewhere far from here so pups don't go digging it up.`` Turning her body to turn her back from the wolf her eyes went into deep of thought. It's been ages since she saw such thing form on any being, espicially prey. Then again, most bone deformalities are from wars themselves. Her paw lifted, only to see a small ant underneath her larger paw. With a tilt of her head she placed it back down and saw the little being rush around. It was black in color and fairly small, ``A simple pawn,`` she whispered to herself. Carefully she scratched the back of her head with her hind leg, before she started to groom herself. Her rough tongue ran through her silky pelt as she slowly stood up.




    Walking back to her den she glanced around to see what all was needed. No herbs were low but the small porcupine needles she uses for large wounds was low themselves. Typically she reuses them but after awhile they get infected really easily and she has to toss them. Her paw ran through the herb storage, feeling each and every little thing there, checking for rotting or bacteria on the herbs. One of her leaves showed signs of molting, which brought her to take the leaf out of her storage. After about two more of them, she brought them outside of her den and let the wind take the leaves somewhere. The autumn air felt nice, especially being able to see the leaves change was amazing. Her herb storage was over stocked, ready for the endless snow they may have during the winter times.
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    These will get better
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    Sweat dripped down the King’s crown as he awoke with a start, a sharp intake of breath resonating throughout the still morning air. Abraxas rolled his body with a moan, the bones still heavy with sleep. The ivory brute leaned his skull upon the stony walls of the den, pushing rather firmly to try and dislodge the phantom images that were still dancing across his eyelids. That dream. Again. Or should he say nightmare. The pressure on his cranium seemed to scare away the ephemeral stories for now, but Abraxas wasn’t one to take chances like this. So, grudgingly, the hessian rose to his pillars and gave a mighty shake of his creamy frame before exiting his den to greet the dawn of a new day.


    Still the memory of that all-too-familiar delusion hounded him like he were the prey of royalty, flushing him out for sport. It was always the same: zeviah,his mother, her sweet face swirling around like mist, only to be swallowed up by a creeping blackness that Abraxas could not stop. Not only did it piss the boy off that his mother was consumed in such a manner, but it pissed him off that he could do absolutely nothing about it. His bones always seemed to be too brittle or his will too weak, and that dream doppelganger could do nothing but stare and weep as his mother was destroyed. It was a powerful enough vision to keep the boy sleepless for days, but luckily it only came around once in a while. Guess it was just that time of month


    the snowy king shook those nightmares from his mind and focused on the growing day ahead. A dense fog covered the area and abraxas silently cursed under his breath as he moved away from his perch near the den. His darkish gaze fell over those wolves he could pick out. A faint smile found its way onto the kings ivory lips as he stepped up next to sol and cith.
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    OOC: If anyone wants to plot with me don't be afraid to PM me ^^


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    Convor's white and gray pelt rose and fallen as he was in a slumber in the den of the mage's, a healer of the white pack. Though after hearing some voices outside the den he woke up slightly from his slumber and lifted up his head slightly. A yawn escaped his jaws before he got up onto his pawns, shaking his pelt to wake himself up a bit more. Looking at his pelt to make sure that nothing was stuck in his pelt, he saw a small branch on his pelt and plucked it out of his pelt. Seeing another white pelt enter back into the den he flicked a ear before walking slowly to his denmate.


    Looking at the herbs that she was looking at, he flicked a ear, "Good morning Sol." He says in a quiet tone of voice, a common thing for the male. "Nothing needs to be replaced and no new injuries or such coming in?" He asks flicking a ear, making sure that he was updated since it seems that Sol was awake longer then he was.



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    Glass was asleep in the Rook's den and woke up ever so slightly when she heard some talking and movement outside. Lifting up her head, a yawn escaped her jaws before she got up, stretching herself out to try and wake herself up more. She started to walk out as more yawns escaped her jaws, seeing the white pelt of her queen and the other white pelts of her pack mates. She frowned ever so slightly, thinking of the possible battles or disputes that may come between the black and white. She shook her head and went over to the prey pile, seeing what was there.


    Seeing some squirrels and such, she decides that it would be best for her to take a bird, the feathers could be useful for something in the future. Grabbing the bird she slowly padded to one of her favorite spots, near the edge of the camp and near the entrance. This was because she enjoyed running off as soon as she was done eating and doing risky things. With the fog all around it would be quite fun for her that will be for sure, but for now, it's time to pluck the feathers before she visits her father.


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    Vrady's pure black pelt rose and fell as his breathing was slow with slumber, but that was soon disrupted. Feeling the caution in the air he awoke and yawned before quickly getting up, as a Knight he has to ensure that he was beside the Queen and King just in case he was needed. He slowly padded out of the den only to see fog around, today will be quite interesting as it will make the patrols a bit more challenging. But for his pack, it should be easy peasy, and it shouldn't cause as much trouble as long as the other pack don't pass their borders.


    The black pelted male went to the pile where the prey lie and grabs a squirrel, going to the side of the camp but close enough to the center so that he can hear anything that is important. He settles down before eating the small flesh of the squirrel, enjoying his meal as he watched the activity of the camp rise. He didn't have much of a opinion when it came to the battles of the two packs, which would surprise some, but no one knew of that when it came to him.

    Cithaeron | Female | White Knight


    "Thanks." Cithaeron said, grimacing at the carcass before her. Maybe it was fine that she'd only eaten the top? Maybe not. She looked up to see the King approaching and bowed a bit in respect. "I'd offer you fresh squirrel but apparently this one's sick."

    Legend watched as the pack rose from their dens. She had been up for a while, she had even seen the queen leave. She would not stop her, after all what ever the queen wanted to do was her business. She had been up almost all night, and now it was time for her to get to work. Legend walked up to Caldear and Cithaeron.


    "Can you two go out and patrol the borders, please? After that go hunting, also since you're going to need your energy for hunting only do a short patrol."


    She then added, "I might send someone to join you once more wolves wake up."

    Cithaeron | Female | White Knight
    Cithaeron tilted her head towards her brother, staring at Legend. She didn't usually do more physical tasks, preferring instead to delegate them to pawns, but maybe the patrol would allow her to find a nice little spot in the woods to regurgitate the part of the sick squirrel she'd eaten. "I suppose I could, though I can't guarantee anything top notch." she answered. "Before I leave, did you need something?" she asked Abraxas. She couldn't exactly leave the King without an advisor if he'd planned something.

    "That's fine" Legend said, "the prey pile is low, and full stomachs never hurt." She stood, waiting for the king to respond. She looked to Caldear for his reply.


    (Out of character: Sorry, I thought that I read pawn with your character, some how... Yet, I guess that I will go with what I just had my character say, XD sorry!)

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    Sol perked her ears as another voice rang in her ears. It a was another brute no less and it made her tremble with delight. Just like any other female wolf, males tend to be their weak spot, leading nothing but disaster. It's been awhile since she has been so free, little to no wolves we're hurt yet. Yes, yet. The meaningless battles always made her be in a grumpy mood, hating violence with a passion. Taking a deep breath she turned her body to him.




    "No, everything is fine," she barked. Standing up, she did the normal procedure of submission. Tail was tucked and head low, only slightly raised to lick under the chin. Sol always sees herself to be a lower rank, never out and putting her life on the line for her pack. She just sits in a den and pretend what's she's doing, and it's tough sometimes. "I'm over stocked right now since the colder season is rolling in. The last we need is less things to use. Though the only thing I do seem to be low on a lot is porcupine needles. If youre out today, can you bring some?"
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    Was that something behind her?
    She whipped around, catching a glimpse of what might have been a block wolf, but might just have easily been a shadow, or a deer. Probably a doe or something. I'm not exactly silent... they can probably hear me on the other side of the forest. She walked for a while, muttering darkly to herself, narrowly missing a couple of trees, not watching where she was going in the slightest. Until she heard her name, and snapped back to reality.
    Faria raised her head again, immediately seeing Askuwheteau. She hadn't seen him coming, but that would explain the rustling she'd been hearing. Faria twitched uncomfortably; she didn't like talking all that much. She never really knew what to say. Or at least, anything that wouldn't cause a fight.
    "Probably the latter. I just scared off a deer at a hundred paces," the Queen joked feebly, after an awkward moment of silence. "And I'm fine," she continued haughtily, glancing behind her. "Unless you can tell me what those flea-bitten mutts over there are doing. I just went over to the border, and I can't see anything. Dang fog," she added.


    Tyraemar righted himself, dusted himself down and tried to look at least slightly noble. It probably failed, but at least he could say he was making an effort. Strolling into the centre of the camp, he cast his green eyes from side to side, wondering where his Queen happened to be at that moment. Shouldn't she have been with him? He pushed the matter aside; the Queen, he guessed, was the queen, and could do what she wanted.
    A twinge in his legs brought him to his senses. Shaking his head, the black brute turned neatly on his paws and headed for the Mage's Den. It wasn't far from his position, but it took him longer than it should have done regardless. He just couldn't seem to focus today. Placing his paws neatly on the invisible line at the entrance to the den, he poked his nose inside. "Avo Cado? Are you there?"


    Caldaer just sat there, unusually quietly, as the conversation went on, nodding his head when appropriate. Normally, he would have cracked a bad joke by now, but he didn't feel like it. His senses began to sharpen a little as the bleariness wore off. Maybe it wasn't a good thing, though. His head hurt, his leg was so stiff he could barely more it and he couldn't see straight. Tucking his minute tail under him, he just shrugged when the conversation turned his way and licked his nose.


    Seraphina dropped the kills - a pair of scrawny rabbits - to the pile in black camp and nosed around beneath them, wondering if there was anything better than what she had brought for her to eat. Apparently hunting had been bad so far today. Selecting a slightly plumper rabbit - one that had probably been set aside for King Tyraemar - she crossed the camp, sat herself beside Vrady with a wry grin and began to pull at its fur.


    (Ack... I'm drowning in coursework. I'll be more active soon, I promise.
    And I apologise for the low quality here; I can't keep up with what's going on XD)

    Askuwheteau | Male | White Junior Pawn
    "All I saw were black wolves patrolling." Asku responded after a small pause. One of those wolves had been his sister. She had spotted him first and left as soon as he noticed her. Shortly before he left she had been promoted to Rook. Perhaps there was a good reason for her to be at the border, or maybe she had just been bored. He could never tell. Finally, he decided he should tell the Queen. "I also saw one of their rooks at the border earlier in the night. She just watched me, and left as soon as I looked her way."


    Avo Cado | Black| Male Mage
    "What is it now?" Avo grumbled, turning his head to the entrance. "Oh, Tyraemar." he slightly inclined his head, but that was about as close as he got to a bow. "What do you need today?"

    Tyraemar | Black King | 49 moons
    Tyraemar grinned. "I'll have Abraxas' head, if you happen to have it lying around," the King joked, "and a pet unicorn on the side. I'll ride it into battle and scare all those little whites witless!" He chuckled at his own (lame) joke and thumped his tail lightly on the ground. "Oh, and could you do some magical voodoo or something to turn that Queen Faria into a toad? Or, you know, a cutie widdle baby biwrdie? Aw. Then we'll see who's in charge around here. I haven't forgiven her for those injuries she gave me the last time I encountered her." He coughed a little. The autumn wind suddenly shifted to a gale, throwing leaves across the fall-scarred camp and coming to rest on the frost-bitten ground. It was getting colder by the day, Ty swore. Flattening his ears, the King coughed again, his whole body convulsing with each one.


    Faria | White Queen | 39 moons
    Faria spun in a second, hackles raising and teeth bared. That time, she could have sworn she'd heard something. Hadn't she?
    She returned her attention to the junior before her, head cocked slightly in apology. Or as much "apology" as Askuwheteau could expect to get, anyway. "I thought I'd heard something," she muttered, almost to herself. "That explains a lot," she added, more audibly. "Here I was just thinking I was paranoid, or something." Despite being "Queen", she had little trust for her warriors, preferring to man Abraxas' territorial boundaries in person; her den hadn't ever been slept in. Not even once. On the coldest nights, she would still be found sitting in a low branch, or on a boulder, watching the boundary. IT hadn't done any good so far. It'd only resulted in a grumpy, antisocial she wolf with violent tendencies, but she figured that she'd been pretty violent from the word 'go'. What difference did it make?
    She sighed, flattened her ears to the back of her head.
    "I'd better be getting back to the camp anyway. How about we go and get some reinforcements?"