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the young canid jogged lazily through the thin trees. While it looks as if he were going along in no particular way, he in fact was. One ear always turned to his left, nose quivering to keep the scent of the wet pavement just six feet to his left. And he kept going like this for quite some time, the trees growing thinner and thinner. Eventually, he found it. It was bigger than expected, and his dark eyes widened at the sight. The buildings were so tall. Although this was the place he had been journeying to, the male was disappointed. He had been hoping it let to a smaller town. Somewhere a little more off the map. But he had been traveling long enough. He would at least stay and test the waters.

He took a step forward, his paw hitting paceman for the first time in his journey. It was a cold and hard, lifeless surface. He didn't like it. The wid whistling through the cold concrete building was dead and earie. The stench of old human cars and filth causing his nose to wrinkle. Already he didn't like this place. The smell of a city filled his nose, making it hard to detect any life. Was this place abandoned? He had been following the scent. Had he been too late. He stopped his slow journey deeper into the city as a misty rain began to fall, dampening his thick gray fur. The concrete building out a chill in the air he wasn't used to, and his body quivered slightly. This wasn't the col of the forest, where everything was full of life. Her everything felt, looked, and smelled dead. The dead cold chilled his skin making his fur stand on end, but he sat and thought. Contemplating his option. Head deeper into this place? Or head back the way he had come?

Hello peoples of the badlands if someone could reply to my joining thread that'd be great how is everyone

//when you read the territory description but forget it instantly DX

The wolf had been deep in reverie, his mind working to go back. Back to the days when nothing mattered. Then a voice, like a blade it cut through his mind and his lolling head jerked up. His ears pricked, dark eyes studying the creature before he was joined by another. So. This place wasn't abandoned. Well, somewhat. The original inhabitants had left this place for dead. But as it seemed, it no longer was. He sat blank faced for a few seconds before he let a small smile spread over his lips. "Hello." He murmured, flicking a pointed ear. The badlands aye? An interesting name. Hopefully the land wasn't as bad as it sounded. Then again, he didn't like it very well himself. He was used to the wilderness, the alive and free wilderness that went on forever. He would have to get used to this place. "The badlands.. strange in his tongue. His old homes never had names. Maybe the valley? The lake? Nothing in particular. "Yes. Yes I would like to join I suppose. The name is Whitefang." He spoke, almost unsure at first before gaining confidence. It was strange. He had only had himself to talk to until now. And suddenly he was somewhat self conscious of his voice. So strange. He had been so confident of himself before.

The canid sighed softly, sitting outside of the casino. The sun beat down on his thick fur, making him feel quite uncomfortable. The air itself around him wasn't particularily hot, but the dark gray and black hues attracted the heat. But he had found a place along the old road that a patch of grass was growing beneath an old tree. Where once it had been well kept and mulched and now it was overgrown. But the wolf liked it thy way. The grass was soft on his paw pads, cooling the rough skin. He missed the forest and the wilderness, and while he preferred to be alone, he didn't want to be completely on his own. So he would stick with this place, for now at least.

The wolf looked up as a child came skipping forward, she seemed very excited, and showed a white paper with scribbles on it. Well, he knew they were words but he couldn't tell you what they meant. Letting out a nervous laugh he smiled weakly to Jasmine, then looked at the paper. "uh, sorry I uh," HE coughed, clearing his throat. "I can't read." HE finished quietly, quite frankly embarrassed. But living alone in the wilderness his whole life had left him without certain skills.

Well that was and interesting creature. His head lifts and his expression changed to that of pure awe. He blinked then, realizing he must be staring. Looking down a moment before returning to a female he smiled. "Yes hello, nice meeting you I'm Whitefang." He greeted dipping his head. The next to arrive was just as strange.

A canine, but she had wings? He definitely had a lot to learn. He put on an odd smile, his yes studying the wings before he dragged them to her face. Oh, hello there fairy pup." He murmured, assuming she had heard his own name already. And right behind her came, thankfully, a very normal looking coyote. Then again, most things would look normal to him compared to what else was before him. "interesting, its nice to meet you." Skyclan? HE wondered what that place was like. Did they live in the sky? No that was impossible, maybe high in the mountains. He liked the sound of that.

HE was pulled out of his reverie by the child that leapt up, and he leaned back a moment in surprise. "Yes hello." HE murmured. This socializing wasn't really what he liked but he supposed knowing his group mates was mandatory. But after this he could be alone.

His attention was pulled back to Jasmine as she suddenly became somewhat distressed. Curious as to why he searched her face for an answer before she turned away. His sharp ears caught a murmur of sound from her lips but nothing he understood. Had he offended her? He had been careful with his word choice, now his ears dropped a little as he watched her walk away, very concerned. "No, no I didn't mean..." He trailed off. He didn't even know why she was upset sighing he looked over to fairy pup, offering her an apologetic smile. "Yes I'm new here, an ice enjoyed it enough. Nothing like my old home, but it'll do." He answered her, trying to keep his eyes from drifting to those wings.

He had been trotting along, searching in vain for anyplace with trees and grass when his nose caught the scent of a stranger. Lifting his head he change course, following the scent and soon the sound of voices. Upping artival he would sit near the back of the small group which had formed, and offer a small nod of greeting. His lips were curved up in a small smile trying to look somewhat friendly, and his dark eyes studied the stranger. "Hello, I'm Whitefang." He offered quietly, his ears flicking.

While the city may indeed be natural, it was not living by any means. Everything was dead and cold and stagnant. The ever present feeling of life, and the constant movement of nature was non-existent in this steal and concrete territory. Out there in the wilderness, all alone, Whitefang had never truly felt alone. He had his space and his needs, but nature was always there for him no matter where he went. Here, he felt more alone than ever, even with all of his group mates. But it wasn't the alone he liked, where he had his space. It was the sickening loneliness of a place void of life. But Whitefang tried his best to keep his mind from dwelling on that. He had made a commitment, and he planned to keep it here.

Then he smelled something, it was an earthy smell, of the woods and wilderness. The smell of damp soil. He stopped in his wandering, taking q deep breath, trying to savor the smell. But a brisk wind snatched his from him, and he was left unsure of if it had been his imagination or not. Voices soon caught his attention, and as he trotted closer the smell came again. He grinned. A genuine grin of pure happiness and he came loping forward. "Hello everyone." He barked, coming to a stop at the edge of the newly made garden. The smell of earth and the wild cling to the air, and he had to resist the urge to roll into the soil. He don't want to ruin her flowers that would be growing soon.

The male loped quietly through the streets of the badlands, his claws clicking on the concrete. Co longer were his steps silent as they had been in the wild. But he would learn and adapt. His ears were swiveling, searching for the sound of pray. It took him a while to sift through the smells of the city, but he did. The smell he caught was of a raccoon. Not the best pray but it was something. Rummaging through some trash. He stopped, trying his best to stay silent on the cold hard concrete. And then he leapt. A trash can fell, scattering what hadn't been eaten or decayed into the alleyway, and the raccoon took off running. But one thing Whitefang knew, was that that little raccoon could not outrun him.

But he was used to the open road. The wilderness where the only thing that stopped him were the mountainous cliffs and the rushing rivers. And usually that stopped his pray as well. But here, racing through the city he came upon a fence, the raccoon's tail was all W saw before it disappeared. He stopped, then leapt up but it was one of those really high fences probably meant to keep an escape artist animal in, or something out. Obviously the raccoon had figure out how to get in. Turning around her growled under his breath and began walking away. "Damnit." he cursed in a growl, panting as he sat down in the street. Why the hell did he choose to live in this place?

It was near impossible to hide anything from the observant male, and his quick eyes caught the hidden limp easily. It wasn't hard, nor very impressive. He had trained to do just that all of his life. To identify the sick and weak prey, no matter how hard they tried to hide it.

He was making in his way from his room when he spotted the child and her limp, and quickened his pace to catch up to her. Normally he would have slowed and tried to avoid anyone her saw unless he needed something, but she was obviously hurt, and helping clan mates was something he was supposed to do right? Humming softly, he matched her pace, looking down and offering a friendly smile. "Hello there." HE murmured trying not to sound frightening, worried his rough appearance might frighten her. "What happened?" HE asked afterwards tipping his head to her injured paw.

He slid his head over to gaze at the cub, a skeptical brow cocked. "You could have aye?" He grunted. chuckled low. If he had been back home he'd have caught it before it even had a chance to run. But here. Everything was new here, he hadn't yet adapted to city life and he really doubted he ever would fully. He grinned at the sound of another voice. Good, something to distract him from tearing anyone to shreds. "Yeah, it is." HE rumbled. Whitening had had his fair share of raccoon meat, and any other kind that usually is left alone. In a famine, you ate whatever you could find.

Hunting was something whitening really enjoyed, so his ears perked at the sound of someone calling a hunting party. He jumped down from where he had been resting on and casually made his way toward the male. Hmm, he hadn't met him before. "Hello. Im Whitefang." He greeted, flicking an ear as if in a wave. It seemed the two were somewhat similar, growing up and living alone all of their life until joining this place. But unlike him, whitefang almost missed his days alone in the wild. Where he had been in touch with nature, where he had never truly been alone, in the living breathing wilderness. But who knew, maybe someday he would learn to love this place as well.

This was white fangs favorite place in the territory. While he didn't particularly love flowers, he loved the wild. And here, in this garden, was just a tiny patch of wilderness. Where everything lived and breathed. It wasn't the cold, dead city he had taken up residence in. Here he could smell the earth and life, the clean scent of nature. And only here. So he had taken to coming out here at least once a day, always alone. But today, he wasn't alone in seemed. As he came lazily loping up, he was surprised to find quite a few of his group mates there. Clearing his throat softly he smiled, dipping his head in a silent greeting. "Hello." HE added voice to it after a few seconds, trying to sound friendly.

Wether whitening believed her or not it really didn't matter. Her answer was good enough for him. "Yes, an infection would definitely not be good." He nodded, affirming her statement. He had gotten quite a few of those on his own. A wonder he hadn't been killed by them. His thoughts were cut short by the king cheetahs voice, and a nickname? He wasn't sure what he thought about it. No one had never called him fang before. Then again, not even a handful other than his griupmates even knew his name. "Well how do you expect her to get the medical bay then? BY flying?" HE questioned the king cheetah.

Ooh ooh

so whitefang could be part of the bad influence but like, he hasn't been influenced for that stuff either. But like maybe they could become friends. Then someone influences whitefang and he kind of brings her into it. I plan on him going to like a fight club if there is one somewhere or something like that with someone who he meats and kind of trusts and after he kind of gets into all of that stuff, he could invite her along maybe? idk

Where should I make the thread?

Finally he was out of that city. He really wasn't sure what was keeping him there. HE had no family or extremely close friends there, and he knew the longer he stayed the harder it would be to leave. But something was holding him back. Maybe it was something he was unwilling to admit. But here away from it all in the wilderness he forgot about it all for the time being.

The strong male lazily loped along, enjoying the feeling of the soft spring grass on his rough paw pads, his ears filled with sound of the wild. In the city it was silent. All he ever heard was the wind whistling through the cold buildings and maybe a trash can falling. But here, everything was alive. The wind rustling the trees, small creatures rummaging in the roots and leaves, a bird singing, the far off call of a mother deer searching for her fawn. His nose was filled with the smells of the woods. Deep clean rugged earth, sweet young grass and budding leaves, even the stench of a decaying animal somewhere was welcome to the male, already growing used to the foul stench of the city the humans had left behind. He sighed as he slowed to a stop. But already he felt the tiny tug to go back.

A child leading? especially one so young as Jasmine. He hadn't been well aquatinted with with the former king but he assumed he was smarter than that. Children could easily be taken advantage of. They could be distracted from the duties of leading. He obviously didn't approve. But then again, he wasn't leader and had no say. So quietly he came padding up and dipped his head respectfully. "Congratulations." HE grunted, sitting down.

Whitening definitely had only good intentions when visiting the garden. He would be devastated if the only piece of wild in this place were destroyed. He nodded, searching the buds and sprouts for the flowers she described. Just thinking about them made him smile. "Maybe we could also expand to include some trees as well? Maybe even a pond." He mused, thinking of the possibilities. Just small trees probably. Fruit trees and flowering trees. OR whatever they could find young enough for them to dig up and transfer to the garden.

Whitefang
He was surprised. Luca? He had been here for what, a day? He cocked his head gazing at the make for a split second before returning his brown eyes to jasmine. He wouldn't question her. He sighe softly, not that he had Ben expecting a promotion as his activity had been lacking, but he had almost hope to hear his name. The idea of holding a rank was an interesting one, and he hoped one day he might know what it was like.