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Poet Serethi Erin
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After his day date with Comet, a Warden who he considered to be one of his new bros, Poet was left feeling more out of his shell the following couple of days. He was gradually returning to his former self, but he was still a fragile bean. Every now and then he’d have a sudden internal break down, but he was getting better at picking himself back off his feet again. He may never recover from the news of Valentina, but he was learning how to distract himself from the sad thoughts more successfully.

With his personality trying to be in full bloom again, the male started working at patrolling the borders every so often when he wasn’t sleeping or trying to find others around to mingle with. It took him a day or two to force himself further past the Rise, but he eventually got there in time rather than retreating once he’d hit the territory markers.

And upon the first day of breaching the borders he’d gotten a whiff of something, or rather someone familiar. Too familiar for his current level of comfort and sanity. Though it was faint, it was there and tormented him.

The first time he caught wind of it in the range he immediately booked it back home with his tail tucked, figuratively speaking. He stayed at the Rise borders and just stared out for a few hours with deep breaths until he got too tired and retreated to his den for nap time. But every day since he’d come out and stare out from the borders, both hoping and not hoping to see the familiar figure somewhere in the distance.

But today was different. He’d grown enough confidence to actually delve further into the range and stay there, though he was jumpy as hell and every little noise or smell he caught made him nearly hyperventilate until he realized they were nothing of importance. He was torn between curiosity, hope, and fear. But he was tired of running and tired of being a brat about himself.

So, life, here he was. COME AT HIM, BRAH. Or don’t, whatever.


Oct 23, 2017 11:59 AM

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Stark Spitfire Jeames
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Stark wasn’t really sure where he was going. Of course, he knew he was moving in the direction of the Alliance but… he wasn’t exactly sure why he was moving there. He was kind of moving around without knowing what to do next. He should be looking for Eyja or maybe he should be off doing things for the Brotherhood but… he was not feeling like himself. He was stuck and lost. And he was trying to better himself.

He had come up with the sudden idea to act… nice, but to yell the bad thoughts in his head where no one could hear them. Maybe that would make him less of a fuck up and more of a… better wolf. He didn’t know. Stark was trying, okay? Lost in thought, he walked, trying to decide what to do next.

Maybe he should look for Lemming, be a better friend… Maybe he should search for that old male, who had been wounded, and be more helpful. If that old fuck was still alive, of course.

Maybe he needed to decide what he wanted to do within the Brotherhood, at home. What was he good at? What skills could he work on? Hunting, maybe. Hunting he was decent at. Maybe hunting would take his mind of things. Maybe… maybe he needed to just hunt, all the time.


Oct 23, 2017 12:16 PM — Post #1

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Dhracia Madison
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(*throws Dhracia into a million threads, but only because i really miss RPing with Poet* )


South, South, South. Just keep going South. Eventually, you’ll find your way out of this horrible mess of a place, and you’ll be all alone again, and you can finally lay down and just die and nobody will be asking you why? or who did this to you? No questions. Just the sweet release of death. Transcending the mortal coil. Worthless pointless fucking coil it was.

She was getting hungry again. It had been a couple weeks now since her last huge meal, and the frogs she picked off at the lake did little to add any fat or muscle to her body. She was perpetually haunted by the growl of her empty stomach, occasionally reminding her hey asshole, I’m still here. I’m going to keep doing this until you give up, but I’m not gonna make it easy if you actually do. Hmm. When did she start pretending her organs were talking to her? Remember when you wanted to eat the yearling? God damnit I’m so hungry.

Jaws cracked open, she let her tongue loll from her mouth, sucking in air as if it might be enough to sate her, but it wasn’t. She didn’t really know what to do. She was losing energy fast. And her stomach hurt like hell, almost as bad as when she’d been poisoned. Through the haze of hunger, she spotted another wolf - two wolves - and it was instinctive desperation that made her whine from her throat, as if somehow that would solve her problem.

Remember? You hate other people. Oh yeah.

You’re still not low enough to beg for help, either.

Annoyed and salivating for some reason, she stared at them, unsure of how to proceed.


Oct 23, 2017 12:19 PM — Post #2

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Poet Serethi Erin
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|| Going to kind of assume Stark’s location, if that’s okay Jeames! :D ||

The tall golden grasses swayed and brushed up against Poet’s underside. If he wasn’t so fluffy it might’ve been itchy, but for now he found it soothing. Like he was being pet ever so gently and lovingly. The bitterness of winter wasn’t here to make it uncomfortable and stiff, poking and prodding him in places he didn’t appreciate.

Taking a hiatus from sniffing about for a few minutes, Poet stopped where he was and closed his eyes to really relish in the spring breeze. It was relaxing and, simply enough, nice to experience. He thought he could fall asleep here at any given moment.

But when he opened his eyes again there was a stark (hehe) white wolf that just popped up outta nowhere, startling Poet enough for him to widen his eyes, inhale sharply, and immediately try to crouch below the grass. However, his large frame wouldn’t really allow him to descend low enough to be hidden and from his neck up was likely to be completely visible if one was paying attention.

He wasn’t even sure why he was hiding. This was his turf. His. Others were supposed to be startled by him, but he apparently wasn’t the menacing type. Nobody was every afraid of Poet, not even that one time he tried to scare off a pair of wolves for “trespassing”. He was joking of course, but in the end the two yelled at him and made him feel bad. After that he realized he just clearly wasn’t cut out to be mean and that was that.

Casually he lifted himself up to take on a more pseudo-confident stance and began walking closer to the male. The white wolf wasn’t familiar to him in the least bit, but he found himself staring hard at his appearance. It was unique, to say the least. “Helloooo!” He called out as he pranced right on over, holding himself in a friendly manner.

But then, off to the side a little bit, he noticed a darker figure just staring at him. Cocking his head, he stared right back at the figure curiously. They didn’t say anything, but even if they did it was possible Poet didn’t hear it due to the distance that lay between them.

So he just stared right back until they made a move, pursing his lips forward before letting his top and lower lips kind of play together and move about awkwardly without realizing what he was even doing. Sometimes he did that when he was thinking really hard.


Oct 23, 2017 07:23 PM — Post #3

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Stark Spitfire Jeames
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Hello. Someone yelled a hello. Immediately, Stark’s attention was back to reality, and he looked around, startled. His eyes fell on a wolf, a bit further away. A big wolf by the looks of it. A wolf Stark didn’t recognize… Why did they call out to Stark? Should he call back? He did not notice the other wolf on the other side, only the one he was staring at, right now.

He decided it was okay to call back… right? He sucked in a deep breath, and called back. ’‘Yooooooo!’‘ was his response. Why did every wolf he came across address him? It was weird… Stark started to walk again, moving a bit closer to the other wolf. The second wolf had yet to be noticed by him. Stark was a bit out of it, lately…


Oct 24, 2017 05:09 AM — Post #4

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Dhracia Madison
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If she knew at all what was good for her, she would have kept walking. Just ignored the two of them and moved on. But it was hard for her to focus on her bad mood when her stomach felt like it was eating herself, and she was so dizzy and weak that she may as well have been high off of so many drugs. Desperation pushed people to lengths they usually wouldn’t go. In her case, that length was as meager as asking for help, but she still wasn’t even sure she could do it.

The two males greeted each other, snapping her out of her thoughts. One yelled hello - the big guy. The other one yelled back. Her eyes nearly rolled out of her head at the mundanity of it.

Maybe she should participate.

Dhracia parted her lips, hesitated to take a breath. But she just couldn’t utter that word. Her voice refused to crawl out of her throat. She didn’t want to seem friendly or anything.

Frustrated with herself, Dhracia lowered her head again and scowled, and impulsively stepped forward. Her trajectory pointed halfway between the two males.

Only she made it two steps, and her head swelled and turned hot with vertigo, and she had to pause and slump onto her haunches. “Ugh,” she grunted, hanging her head as her forelegs stretched out, and she inadvertently withered into the soil, immobilized by her spinning vision. Good. This was exactly what she needed. Honestly? She hoped neither of them saw her. She hoped she could just lay there and die already. If only she could be so lucky.


Oct 24, 2017 10:17 AM — Post #5

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Poet Serethi Erin
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For a moment the white male hesitated at Poet’s drawn out greeting, but eventually succumbed to the pressure and gave him a greeting in return. He grinned at that and continued making his way, though he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t distracted by the other wolf randomly chillin over yonder.

Poet glanced from the other wolf to the white male, eyes flickering pure curiosity. “Are they with you?” He questioned, tossing his muzzle in the direction of the other stranger. If they were, he wasn’t sure why they were so far away or why they seemed to hesitant in approaching the two males.

Before the other wolf could answer, Poet called out to the female in the distance, his voice booming across the golden grasses. “You can come over here, we don’t bite!” Even though he couldn’t really talk for the stranger in front of him, but he figured he’d have attacked by now if he had any menacing plans.

He also had yet to realize how emaciated the other wolf was with the span of field that lay between them. As he waited for a response from her, he turned his attention back to the white male. “The name’s Poet, by the way - Plant Wizard of the Alliance.” His lip twitched up into an amused smile. He was going to make that a thing. “What’re ya doing out here? Looking for Atlas?” Everybody was looking for Atlas these days.


Oct 24, 2017 06:04 PM — Post #6

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As Stark reached the wolf that had called out to him, he was asked the question if… whoever was with him. His gaze followed the muzzle of the male, to see another wolf in the distance. Oh. Stark did not know them, but before he could say anything, the male called out to the other stranger. ’‘Don’t know them.’‘ Stark said soon afterwards, looking back to the male.

Poet, the other male was called. A plant wizard? ’‘What’s that for a shitty name!?’‘ Stark’s mind screamed, but he would not say it. This could work. He could… think his thoughts, and prevent them from leaving his mouth, and then no one would ever hate him again. ’‘So you’re a healer?’‘ Stark asked, since it seemed like a plant wizard would… do that. But what even was a wizard?

’‘Stark, from the Firewing Brotherhood. Never met Atlas, didn’t plan to meet him today. Just wandering.’‘ he explained to this Poet, the other wolf didn’t exist to him, right now. They were too far off, anyway. This Atlas sounded important, though.


Oct 25, 2017 04:17 AM — Post #7

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Dhracia Madison
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Laying in the grass, she was nearly content (as content as she could be) to just stay there and not move, until she heard the voice of one of the males call out - presumably to her. Dhracia cocked her ears and listened, but from where she had sunk down she couldn’t see them. She swallowed and laboriously rose to her feet, but by then they were speaking amongst themselves, the two males. Oh, pay no mind to Dhracia. She was just dying. But despite how much she’d tell herself she’d rather just die, her body and her desperate mind had ways of encouraging her to carry on. Maybe it was just instinct.

Distantly, she heard them speak of a healer - the white and grey one was asking the big one. She tucked that information away and began the slow trek, dragging herself their way, unsure of what she’d say when she got there - only hoping that maybe she could swallow her own pride and finally ask for help.

(she’ll arrive next round!)


Oct 26, 2017 07:41 AM — Post #8

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Apparently the male didn’t know the stranger in the distance and Poet chewed the inside of his bottom lip thoughtfully. “Oh,” was all he said in response.

Then he was asked if he was a healer, for clarification, and Poet nodded. “Yup! I like to try and help the pack out however I can, so I took up healing a few years ago.” He smiled brightly. That, and he also had more than enough time to brush up on his medicinal skills while was gone. He’d put himself through a lot of illnesses just to figure out what certain plants did what. Even to this day he wasn’t sure how he didn’t eat something toxic and die.

He nodded to the male, known as Stark - who, apparently, wasn’t in search of Atlas. Poet gave a large smile up until it faltered at hearing mention of the Brotherhood. His face fell some at that, trying desperately to not allow any memories of Valentina from rushing back. “I see,” he said, his tone clearly less enthusiastic than it was before. He gave a weak smile. “Well it’s nice to meet you, Stark. Is there anything I can help you with?” Maybe the younger wolf just wanted to be left alone. Poet didn’t really take hints very well.

Blue gaze slid back to the female in the distance and squinted. To his surprise, he saw her slowly making her way to the two and he found himself wondering why she was so hesitant in her steps.


Oct 26, 2017 07:21 PM — Post #9

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The other wolf seemed to hold their distance, and Stark frowned their way; why were they over there and not coming over to them? Well, they were but… not as fast. Looked like they did not really want to be here, or they felt uncomfortable. Hmmmm…

But the male spoke again… Poet, right? Stark needed to remember names. Healing sounded interesting, but it was nothing Stark would be able to do, he was sure. He wouldn’t have the patience to learn those kind of things.

Was there anyone Poet could help him with? Not really, not anything Stark was aware off… but, maybe? ’‘Have you seen a wolf named Eyja? Very small, white coat with some grey. A blue and a green eye. She’s gone missing.’‘
Because she ran away, but Stark didn’t really feel like mentioning why, right now. If Poet asked, then Stark would tell him.

He would only address the other wolf once they were close enough. Stark did not want to waste his breath.


Oct 27, 2017 04:27 AM — Post #10

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Dhracia Madison
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As she walked, she listened; the two males didn’t seem to be making an effort to hide their conversation, so she gleaned what she could from them before she got close enough to speak. She had missed the large one’s name, but heard him mention that he was a healer and wrinkled her nose at her memory of the white poisoner. The lighter boy asked about a wolf, gave some description, but Dhracia’s interest had waned and she didn’t listen to what the wolf looked like, or their name, mostly because she didn’t care. Even if she did, she doubted she’d be able to help.

Once she was finally within conversational distance of the pair, she cleared her throat. Prepared to speak, And then she stared at them, searching for her words.

What could she say to give them good reason to help her? To even listen to her? They seemed to be occupied with their own conversation as it was. Dhracia was just being a nuisance. She didn’t have the energy to impose herself as she often did when she was feeling important enough - because, frankly, at this point she wasn’t important enough. Or at all. That fact was what burned up in her throat as she stared dumbly at them, eyes sunken tiredly, knowing she had long exceeded the normal amount of time that should have elapsed before saying something.

So, finally, she cleared her throat. “Dreadfully sorry to interrupt,” she began.

Now what?

She blinked, looked away. Ashamed of herself. “I’m looking for something to eat.”

And then, with a near audible fracture of her ego, “Can you… help me?”


Oct 27, 2017 08:47 AM — Post #11

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Poet Serethi Erin
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As he waited for a response from Stark, Poet decided to recline to his haunches for a bit. These days his legs had felt abnormally leaden and figured he’d need to start retraining his body to be a bit more…fit.

A name and a description was given and Poet’s eyes slipped upwards as he thought carefully on it. The name wasn’t familiar, and neither was the description of the wolf, and he felt bad he could be of not much use. His gaze pulled back down after a few minutes of rifling though his memory bank and shook his head. “None of it rings a bell, unfortunately. Maybe I could help you look for her, though? It was a big offer, one that Poet was unsure whether the male would take him up on. Poet needed to get out for a bit, anyway. Explore the surrounding areas and have some knowledge of what all has happened while he was away.

But then there was a soft clearing of a throat that pulled Poe’s attention. Immediately his eyes landed on skin and bones cloaked tightly in a dark brown coat and his eyes widened as much as he tried to stifle their actions as to not be rude. The female was extremely thin and Poet figuratively clutched at his heart and his breathing became deeper and worried. She was looking for something to eat.

Immediately he leapt to his feet again. “I haven’t seen much come by lately, but I can get you something from our cache,” he said optimistically before turning his sights to Stark as if silently questioning if he’d still be here when Poet got back. And also an apologetic smile for having to put their conversation on a hiatus so abruptly. But Poet wasn’t one to ignore a wolf in need.


Oct 27, 2017 09:51 AM — Post #12

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Again, no sign of Eyja. Stark let out a sigh. The boy did not really want to look for Eyja, but he assumed he should not decline such an offer, or he might look very disinterested. ’‘If you want, you can.’‘ Fuck, now he was stuck looking for Eyja, again. ’‘I might go back home again soon, though.’‘ A little lie to seer it in another direction.

The other wolf, a female, finally arrived. She looked thin, very thin. Like Theodore. But Theodore was doing better. Without them. A pang shot through Stark’s chest, and he suppressed a grumble. ’‘Fucking Theodore!’‘ his mind screeched. ’‘You don’t need him, why bother getting angry over him!?’‘

It was all left in his head. His ears flicked when the female asked for help, for food. Should Stark help? He wasn’t sure. This wolf was a total stranger, and Stark had never felt all that comfortable helping strangers. But Poet offered her food from the cache. ’‘I could hunt something small but not sure if I can find anything so quickly.’‘ he offered the female. Basically he didn’t want to, but he could use these words as an excuse not to, without letting her know he didn’t want to.

Ha.


Oct 28, 2017 04:41 AM — Post #13

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Dhracia Madison
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(sorry for the wait fellas!)


She stared at the two of them in much the same way that a ghost stared at the still living bodies of the ones they used to love, helpless to intervene in their struggles, to participate in their successes, to tell them anything they never had the chance to before. Like there was a plane of some warped reality between them that kept her from communicating in any way besides rustling the grass, or leaving a fog of breath on the ice. There was a wall, and their expressions were blurred behind the frosted glass, their voices muffled by insurmountable distance. She could have turned and left at any time with no consequence to anyone but herself.

The large male seemed aghast by what he saw, and she couldn’t tell exactly if it was her, but she imagined it was. He offered to grab her something from the cache. Dhracia nodded, catatonic, and then when the younger male excused that he could look but might not find anything, she nodded again.

And sat. And breathed. And looked at them both, momentarily unable to read them - or maybe shew as just blocking it out, ashamed of what they might truly be thinking of her.

So she blurted out, “I was poisoned. Please.”

As if that might preserve her dignity at all.


Oct 30, 2017 12:02 PM — Post #14

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|| Lmao Stark ||

It seemed there was a slight discrepancy between Stark’s words and his tone, but Poet paid no mind. Maybe it was just how he spoke. Poe wasn’t one to judge a book by its cover.

Either way he shrugged. He’d extended the offer and now it was up to Stark on whether or not to take it. “Well if you do need help looking, just let me know.” Genuine offer again, but he wasn’t going to press it further if the other male didn’t have the desire to do so.

Then his attention looked to the female, studying her over as Stark offered to hunt something for her. She was extremely thin and it worried Poet. According to her, however, she’d been poisoned and Poet’s eyes widened in horror.

“What did you eat and how much of it? And how long ago? Have you vomited anything since then?” He took a couple of steps closer, his eyes boring into her head as he waited for her answers. If she was poisoned then he needed to know more details if he was going to help her most appropriately.


Oct 30, 2017 07:29 PM — Post #15

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