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    i want to ship them but she is already shipped ;-;




    sol nods her head, understanding the reason behind his actions. placing the quills in the bag she started to carry it with her. ``for a mage is not needed if peace and war was not made.`` her eyes drifted to the sky, the she wolf's tail stop wagging for awhile. ``just think, if there was peace with no wars and nothing to be harmful there will be no need for us. we will just be there for advice, mental help, and other things.`` lowering her gaze she kept looking towards convor and the path. a talk with another mage was great, having something in common and one goal in mind. it was like they were a pack themselves, doing all they can to reach what they want in the first place. ``i am only here to help mentally, psychological thinking you could say.`` finally she stopped and picked up a few leaves for herbal rememdies. ``herbal usage is nothing more than fighting in wars, a war between life or death. the fact we cant distress and only can work is something we need to fix. we are wolves ourselves and needs a break, then again thats probably why they have multiple mages.``
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    Sunny lowered his head, growling at the newest wolf to appear. He curled his lip at the angry wolf, but upon hearing his opponent's words, he snapped his head towards her instead. "I do not think it is your place to be 'checking' on anything on my side of the border. I'm not sure my pack would take kindly to your arrival. But hey, it's your funeral." he snapped. "Got a guilty conscience, have you?" Sunny laughed, "Good."
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    "Further trespassing will only lead to more trouble. The back pack will probably not take kindly to a white wolf accompanying an injured packmate. You may not return if you go." Cithaeron said, trying to do her job as Knight and maintain at least some order.


    "What exactly are you so eager to check on, anyway?" Asku called from the back. It sounded a bit suspicious to him, and as hs aunt had said would probably lead to a fight.

    ooc: im thinking about making her a little older? so she won't be so young? what's teen in wolf years? im thinking 16. not moons i mean in terms of teenager years.
    so that'd be...how many moons?
    or do you guys think it needs to be less?


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    Marina || 9 Moons || Black apprentice pawn


    Marina couldn't take it anymore. It was excruciating. Just the thought of it was driving her mad. She could literally taste insanity on the tip of her tongue.....
    Marina hated waiting!
    She was thirsty and hungry and mostly just in a mood to be a smart aleck to someone.
    Snarling, she slowly got up. The wound in her chest throbbed but she ignored it. The hole had finally stopped bleeding. Smart move would be to lay back down and wait for someone to come check on her.
    Well. She was clever, not smart. There was a difference. Marina sniffed the ground and then started walking around the mage's den, stretching her muscles.

    "Just... nothing, you're right it would lead to a lot of trouble..." She looked at the black wolf, whom was clearly still in a lot of pain. She looked ahead, "the border's coming up, hopefully, for you, there will be another black wolf around to help you get home before you bleed to death"

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    Sunny grumbled, "I'm not going to bleed to death and it would probably be a blessing if I did." Sunny limped onwards, slowing down gradually as he walked. His remaining energy, mostly just from adrenaline, was sapping fast.
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    (In this roleplay, a wolf is considered an adult between two and three years, and a fully fledged warrior at four years old. Hope that helps.)


    Faria lunged through the trees, ears pricked, hackles raised. Firing a brief snarl at the captured wolf, she gestured for her warriors to surround him and glanced at Cithra. "No. We will take him back to camp and hold him there. There is no sense in assisting our enemy. It's worth the drain on resources to get the extra leverage we have in holding him." Then she noticed Abraxas, and her ears went back. Flip. Now I look like I'm trying to steal him authority. Great. Just great. I really needed that. Battling with her pride, she lowered her head a fraction, dropped her tail and tried to look a little more placating.
    "Uh...hey, Rax," she grinned nervously, throwing in her usual pet name, and twitched her tail. To the wolves around her, she continued awkwardly, "that is if King Abraxas agrees."


    Cold shuffled nervously as the monarchs arrived, holding his crippled leg off of the frozen ground. The cold - how ironic - made his leg ache.

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    Sunny looked nothing but mildly offended by the queen's snarl. His head was beginning to spin quite viciously. He stumbled as he limped on. "Make your decision quickly," he snarled, not caring at all for mild manners at this time. "But I assure you that there is no leverage to be gained from holding me. I will tell you nothing,"
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    Queen Faria glanced nervously at Abraxas, still unsure if he would approve, or over-rule her as he had every right to do. How ironic. Despite being, in theory, the wolf who should know him better than any other - who should be by his side, defending him constantly - she knew so little about him. Oh, what the heck. What can he do? If he tries anything, I'll turn the pack against him so fast he won't know what hit him. She turned back to face Sunny and let out another soft growl. "Oh, believe me, there's plenty of leverage." A grin, half mischievous, half sadistic, flashed onto her face, then vanished a second later. Eyes still twinkling, she did a headcount of the wolves she had around her, then refocused. Pft. Screw tactics. You'll mess them up anyway. A moth landed on her nose at the moment, and Faria shook it off with a huff of irritation. "Nobody asked for your opinion. You will stay silent until spoken to." Her harsh tones cut right across the clearing; the young fae's voice was unusually low and loud in her anger. Then again, her voice was slightly higher than a typical she-wolf's anyway, so the change probably wouldn't have been noticeable for those who didn't know her. The pitch was still similar - only slightly lower - than than of a adolescent wolf.
    She twitched a torn ear irritably, then continued; "And unless you start to behave, your "pack" will not be getting you back in one piece. Am I understood?"

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    Sunny stepped towards her, snarling savagely, "I do not take orders from a white wolf, whatever their rank." He shook his head, grinning incredulously. "I hardly think I'm in 'one piece' whether they get me back now or later. You think too highly of yourself and your abilities."
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    (Sunny you're a god damn idiot)

    You seem to think too much of yourself and your abilities.
    That, to Faria, was a sore patch. With her, it was always about her worries that she wasn't - and would never be - good enough, or the polar opposite; that she was, in fact, better than anybody else. There was no in-between. Today, it was one of the worse days. She didn't want to admit it, but he had hit a nerve.
    She closed her eyes. Don't let it get to you. He's pathetic. He just wants to see you lose you temper. For just an instant, it looked like she'd managed to stay calm. Her hackles, having raised, lowered a fraction and when she opened her eyes, they were glittering with anger, but not mindless fury.
    Then she looked back at Sunny's expression, and saw red.
    The Queen lost her cool. Lunging forwards with a vicious blow, she struck towards the injured wolf's face with a snarl.

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    Sunny was almost pleased with the Queen's initial reaction. She closed her eyes and he could see that he had struck a nerve. When her eyes opened, however, he realised his mistake. She was a very certain kind of furious that meant if he came out of this alive he'd be incredibly lucky. He saw her lunge at him, but every instruction he sent to his body seemed to be delayed, and his reactions were shot. Those shining teeth closing in on him... He'd see that in his nightmares, no doubt.
    Sunny's head moved fractionally before the white queen's teeth made contact. She gripped his muzzle as he jerked away, tearing skin and splitting his lip severely. Blood welled up, filling his senses with the tang of it. He yelped, something he was not sure he'd done in many years, staggered backwards and fell. Time seemed to slow as he crashed to the ground. Out of his good eye, he watched the queen and her pack as they watched him. He didn't think he'd ever felt so small as when he lay feebly in those golden leaves.
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    OOC: @チェリー, Yeah same but gotta do the first ships :P


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    Convor started to walk once again and listened to what Sol had to say about what was going on. He would nod and make a noise to let her know that he was listening to her, not wanting it to seem like he wasn't listening to her. "I see where you are coming from, but there really can't be peace without a battle or a war." He says as he looks at the female Mage, glad that he was able to hold a conversation with the other female. "But you do have a pretty good point, I will keep that in mind." He adds some time afterwards before flicking a ear.



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    Glass ||Is in camp at the edge near the entrance, you can interact with her there if you so wish||


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    Vrady ||Is still in camp but he is heading out to climb trees, you can quickly interact with him before he leaves the camp, despite all that is going on||

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    sol just gave a small glance, her ears perked to his words. ``yes, for wars is what decides whom is the strongest. they help stop fighting but yet still brings the dark clouds and rivers running of blood.`` her eyes glanced to him before letting out a long pause. such a deep conversation, something she wasn't planning on doing. with a low bark she tried to get onto better topics. ``oh! i heard there have been sightings of the black wolves.``
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    Faria let out another soft growl, and looked down her muzzle at the fallen wolf. She was shaking; though whether it was anger, shock at her own actions or just adrenaline she had no idea. Sunny's blood was red on her teeth and lips. You warned him, a little voice crowed, somewhere in her head. Why should a lowly, flea-bitten mutt's opinion mean anything to you? He's weak enough as it is, a second scolded. The white queen let the two sides of her conscience battle it out, but eventually found herself taking another step towards him. She'd forgotten her leader and her warriors. All she could see was the look of terror and the yelp, over and over in her head.
    "I was chosen as the Queen for a reason. Never forget that," she muttered.
    Then, remembering the others for the first time, Faria glanced at them and raised her head high.
    "You may take him to my den and hold him there until Abraxas decrees otherwise. I will sleep elsewhere."
    Then, as if daring Abraxas to challenge it, she flicked her tail at him and ran off into the trees, pausing only to gesture for Askuwheteau and Caldaer to follow her. Asku's loyalty is invaluable, and I could certainly use Caldaer's sixth sense, even if he won't be much help otherwise. If it comes to a fight, Asku and I can protect him, she decided.
    "Asku, Caldaer and I will take the border. If we catch any more of these mutts, we will deal with them," the she-wolf called over her shoulder.

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    Sunny's mouth was dripping blood onto the ground. He lowered his eyes, averting his gaze from any of the white wolves. He whimpered softly, the pain of his wounds becoming more and more unbearable as the adrenaline ebbed away. The white queen finally took her leave and Sunny breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "There'll be no more. I came alone. I doubt they're looking for me," he whined, laying his head down in the leaves. Sunny closed his eyes and hoped with all his heart that Marina would never remember him. He didn't want her to know him as the beaten wolf he was at this moment, and if he died here and she never saw him again, he wished she never had to live with that grief.
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    Caldaer limped towards Sunny, then froze. He pitied the wolf so much it hurt; this wolf was from the pack of one of his sisters, and his niece. But would it be worth the risk of helping him? Split loyalties suck, he decided bitterly. Shoving aside the feeling that Faria would never forgive him, he flashed a sympathetic grimace at the wolf. "I'm sorry," he whispered, so only Sunny would hear him, "I'll do what I can to help you." Cold shrugged at the others, gestured at Sunny in a "can-you-believe-this-guy's-stupidity?" sort of expression, nodded congratulations to his sister and Legend for catching him, then darted after Queen as fast as a cripple physically could (surprisingly fast, in his case), stumpy tail between his legs, bad leg held semi-aloft, the toes skimming the ground.

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    Sunny barely did more than flick an ear in acknowledgement at the crippled wolf who spoke to him. The wolf was more grey than white, and he was sure there was a wolf or two in his pack with white relatives.. The thought was gone almost as soon as it came- he could barely focus on anything, his vision swimming dangerously. If he had been standing up, he wasn't sure he'd have been able to stay upright. Getting anywhere would be a struggle, in this state.
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    Howl sat quietly at the opening of camp. She was shaking slightly with a bad feeling shooting through her body. Her blood was flowing quickly with the feeling. Her mind kept telling her she needed to go on a patrol and soon.
    Glancing around the camp her eyes landed on Azazel.
    "Hey, Azazel, can you come on patrol with me please? I need to check on something and I have a bad feeling if I go alone something bad will happen," she said as she padded up to the brute.