A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd

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Yellow orbs kept a vigil watch on the elk running by. It took a while for the stampede to move on, but the gray wolf was well versed in patience, unlike someone he knew well... or at least, thought he used to know. Perhaps not. It took him forever just to find this place, and he was not going to mess up now. He knew he'd be hated, but he didn't know how much, nor did it matter. For now, though, these damn elk were in his way now that he was so close. He caught a further away scent, the one he sought. It was some distance to the west, but steadily getting closer.

That scent didn't matter, for a weak howl caught his attention. He had no skills in masking his presence, but he still tried to slowly approach, being quite close. Normally, the white and grey pelted wolf would ignore such calls on territory he had no right to be on, but it was the same direction that carried that same familiar scent. Now he was on top of an overhang now that the elk had moved on, looking around for the source of the call. Then he realized, under it. The wolf backed away before jumping down, not wanting to be attacked the second his paws landed on the ground.

He cautiously approached and said, "Hello? Do you need help?" He peered under the overhang, surprised to see a hybrid... a hybrid who he didn't recognize, but his half brother's scent clung to. Although they had different mothers, he and his half sibling looked like their father, so there should be similarities. With luck, enough that she wouldn't immediately be defensive, unless he'd told her about his past already... But she was also injured... Although his size was much larger than that of his half sibling's, he had no doubts who would have the advantage, taking into consideration the other's genius.

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A young pup, barely over 3 months old, staggered by Petra's makeshift den. She was limping badly and blood was seeping from a wound in her side..

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Mon Nov 19, 2012 5:20 pm

Lying curled up in her small shelter, Petra began to shiver as the blood in her pelt cooled and dried. She licked at the wound on her shoulder, willing it to stop bleeding. It had slowed down considerably, but the fresh wound still leaked. The other wounds seemed to have sealed for now, but were delicate and could easily be reopened. Leaving her shoulder alone for a moment, she peeked out from the shelter, wondering if she could see anything through the masses. Small glimpses of the surrounding vegetation was all that she could see. Suddenly the roaring thunder died down and began to fade, leaving her ears ringing. The ground stilled, and she could see out from under the overhang. Some laggers passed by, drumming the ground with their hooves, but the sound was peaceful in comparison with what had passed. The femme opted to remain in her shelter for just a while longer, in case any other stragglers were still to come. She tended to her wound once more, until she felt enough time had passed that she would be safe to come out of hiding.

Cautiously, she crept out of the little nook, her head and body low as she made her way carefully from safety. She wondered where she should go now. I need to get to my supplies in the den, she thought, then glanced around, But I need to see if the pack is okay.. Staggering along, cold and weary, she shook her head. She wasn't sure she would make it even to the dens by herself, nevermind finding the pack and tending to them. Stopping, she let her hip drop, and the rest of her body soon followed. She tilted back her head and let out a feeble howl, but she knew the pack would not hear her over the thunder of the herd. She wondered if she should have just stayed in her protective little nook. She lay there for a few more moments, her nose tilted down and eyelids drooping. She was so tired. But she didn't want to stay out in the open. She forced her eyes open and readied her paws underneath her, pushing herself up. Pain radiated from her wounds now, and she took a deep breath as she turned herself back to where she'd come from. It seemed a longer journey back than what she had traveled, and she had to convince herself to take each new pawstep. At last she saw the little overhang and moved more quickly towards it, knowing she could rest again. She crept back in and curled herself up, tail tucked over her nose. She would just have to wait and hope that the pack was alright, and that somebody would find her..

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Thu Nov 15, 2012 9:01 am

Blade saw Bloodeye and heard her say something as he ran by, but ignored it. Anything he might have responded wouldn't be heard, anyways, for she, too, was running in the opposite direction. He continued his trek towards the borders, stilling his movement as the noise was close enough to surround him now. Body tensed as he tried to figure out if it was coming at him or by him. A few seconds later, the noise seemed to not be getting louder, and seemed to be running by him to his right. He cautiously jogged towards it, pausing when he saw too many familiar brown bodies running, moving around the frequent tree. There was no where here to take shelter.

He continued on, eyes scanning for a place one might be able to take cover. For all he knew, though, he might have passed her. Elk alone were dangerous and if she was caught in the middle of this movement. Something else felt wrong, but he couldn't point a paw at what was causing his unease...

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Wed Nov 14, 2012 12:49 pm

Her eyes searched his face as he contemplated her words, her admittance to her inability to do away with her own whelps, but no show of emotion was given. Perhaps he didn't understand, or perhaps he didn't care. She wondered if it was a lack of love for his own mother, and it made her wonder further how one could detach from such feelings. It reminded her of her son, Ehrgeiz, and how much he despised her. Where had that hatred come from? She didn't know, but perhaps in some way it was the same as Zai and why he showed such a lack of interest now. Though a cold and tough femora herself, this subject was Bloodeye's greatest weakness. Her thoughts shifted when she felt a glow of irritation radiate from him, as though the thought of being merciful brought him great displeasure. His silent brooding brought a smirk to her lips. Clearly, she had elicited a decision in him that was reserved for no one else, and even now he seemed to detest that somewhat. A shiver ran through her, knowing what he was capable of, yet seeing that his desire for her ran stronger than his instinct to kill. A drake such as he did not make such a decision lightly, she knew. At last, he spoke, and his words made her smirk grow wider. It had been a long while since she had thought of gains, and of owning things. She had been lost for a while, but she couldn't pinpoint the reason. The look on his face sparked a fire within her, and a renewed sense of purpose.

Once more his lyrics filled her auds. She thought back to that time, when she had first spotted him as a newcomer and had trailed after him to get acquainted. How quickly things had heated between them. She felt his body press into hers, and she relished in that moment briefly. "Yes, my King, we will create all that we ever wanted," she said, her muzzle at his ear. She knew he would remember her words. She wanted to keep him drawn in, so that he would crave her and return to this place. Then she watched him go, her tail waving high, already eager for his return. She licked her lips, breath coming quickly as fire pulsed through her veins. As he disappeared, her head tipped back and she let forth a song, one that began low and gravelly, expressing strength and desire, and then rose with a feminine ring to it, before her voice drifted with the wind. It had been so long since she let loose a howl, and it made her feel much lighter on her paws, her bod filled with new energy. Only then did she feel the rumble of the earth, and was brought back to reality, yet with a new passion lit inside.

She needed to return to the pack. She wondered if they had escaped the turmoil and made it to safer grounds. Padding along the route from which she had come, she felt the thunder grow as it rattled her bones and shook in her chest. What on earth was this? Curiosity grew in her once more, and she made her way back to the hill where Zaiaku had warned them to leave the low swamp valley. The wolves had all vanished, and she was sure they had taken to even higher grounds at Shadow Mountain. The noise was growing ever louder, and it was not long before the herd was in sight, and crimson orbs widened in slight surprise. It wasn't something she'd expected. Not sure of their direction and whether she'd be safe staying where she was, Bloodeye took off in the direction of the mountain, this new wave of fire within her lending her speed and grace as her long, slender legs propelled her. Her lungs filled with air as she ran hard. Suddenly she saw a wolf coming her way from the woods, and recognized the normally quiet and calm Blade as he moved swiftly, calling out for Petra. She herself hadn't seen the femme at all, and wondered why she wasn't with the rest of the group. "There's no sense going that way!" she called out to him, wondering what it was he planned to do in order to find the small hybrid wolf. Not wanting to stop, she just kept on going, leaving him to his own devices. By the time she reached the mountains, there was heat within her lungs as she panted from her run. Though she did not wander close, she noticed Damean slouching over, surrounded by his packmates. She rolled her eyes slightly. So he was having another moment.

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Tue Nov 13, 2012 3:44 pm

He often wondered of other wolves, of what they might do in the situations he continuously found himself in. This place had tainted him, an air of softness had clouded his once sick mind. Perhaps it remained, and his actions hadn't changed from the playful antics and cryptic messages. Still, a younger Zai would've done away with a fae like Bloodeye. If the woman wasn't banished, she was maimed to a useless degree. More often then not, she would be forcefully taken and then left for nothing. He had ruled ruthlessly, and now his mitts hadn't spilt blood in a long time. The educated hessian had learned that his quick tongue was far more valuable and vastly more effective. Would another hessian raise another bruja's whelps? Or would they do away with them as Zai would, without a second thought. It was always intriguing to think of such trivial things, despite being ultimately useless. Her words hit his auds without much acknowledgment, the drake had known she was incapable of such acts. There was a bond between mother and child, one unlike anything a wolf would ever experience again. Perhaps the feeling was mutual, and he imaged for most sane wolves it was. It wasn't the case for Luxura, his mother's blood had only been a little sweeter than his fathers. And Zai would never admit to the small remorse that had punctured his chest when he spilt her blood.

Her next words had initiated a deeper contemplation, one that had drifted through his mind recently. Merciful. Her tone told him all he needed, her intentions weren't to say he was soft hearted. She was appreciating that his desires still ran for her, that oppose to attacking and maiming her he was accepting her faults. This settled in Zaiaku a mixture of irritation, and content. Bloodeye's demeanor had taken on a frailty that didn't sit well with the image he recalled of their first meeting, he wouldn't be seen with a woman who would not hold her own against him. In some ways this situation had been his fault, and in those ways he sought a fight. But then, Zai always sought to fight. A battle of tongues rather than claws. Where was the quick witted and sadistic fae that had enticed him to over throw a pack? The allure of power had been strong for both of them, and now he faced a whimpering fae. He wanted an equal, not a subject. Perhaps that would change upon his return as well, as he was sure much would. His disappearing act wouldn't go over as well as it had, Zai was sure to be gone for longer this time. That elicited him in him excitement, for it meant the pack would be much older. Damean would hopefully fill into the full King he was meant to be, and if his chances were on his side the bruja would have Echo next to him. Their innocence might blind them of what was plain to the others, but in time it would fester into a powerful pairing. That very fact made his leave ever more important.

Her final lyrics left another form of thrill in him, a much more primal feeling. What could Zaiaku do with a whole new set of minions? What kind of demons could they create to cause havoc to the lands of FnI. His past carried many litters, with countless women, but this could be much different. "He alone, who owns the youth, gains the future." The lyrics fell with a smirk, and he wondered if she would pick up on his meaning. There was a pleasantness to being in Jabbar, being apart of a pack in the only way he knew how. But the notion of ruling, of being Alpha once more, well any who have wielded such power would understand the need to acquire it again. Perhaps on his travels he might find others so willing to be ruled and take over a territory, it was easy to pick among the lone lowlifes. Of course there might be those who sought to take his place, but the very first essential for success is a perpetually constant and regular employment of violence. "My dear, I will return, and the dream you offered me upon our first meeting will come to pass." Zaiaku said with the ever present jester tone, as if everything was a big joke. He pressed himself to her side for a moment, and then his mitts carried him away with the wind. Out past Shadow Mountains and the whole land of FnI.

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Tue Nov 13, 2012 10:05 am

He watched Exodus run off after a few words as Damean was guided forward. In his opinion, it was about time, but didn't comment as he followed them to their destination. They were the only ones there currently, and he felt a hum of warning. Being as fast as she was, Petra should have been back, unless...

What if she wound up in the middle of whatever it was? He looked down from their vantage point, mind coming to a decision. His voice was clipped as Blade said to Rawbones and anyone else present after the elder finished speaking to Damean, "We need our lead healer in case something close to the worst happens." Up here, the trees couldn't echo the sound and confuse their hearing, so he knew exactly where the source was coming from. With a last glance to Damean, he said, "You will need to be able to trust us and our capabilities in a situation as we you, best sooner than later. Exodus has just as much an emotional stake, if not more than you, and feels just as strong about finding her, and currently is more equipped to help her, knowing some healing. Know she would die to protect her because of all this."

Those were his parting words before giving Rawbones a nod for his wishes of success for Exodus before heading in an easternly direction. Petra's course took her near the source, so he'd have to get close, and he now knew what was currently safely close enough, having spotted the distant mass of brown moving as one. Now into the trees and descending, he had to keep his guard up in case the mass changed direction, as he couldn't yet determine where it was headed. As he ran, he barked out Petra's name, hoping she was just taking cover and was merely blocked off from returning. If she was injured...

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Mon Nov 12, 2012 9:11 pm

Watching the brute, she saw the smirk that crossed his lips, and heard the words that left him. Fear and guilt clawed at her instantly. She had asked to bring this responsibility upon him, when it had nothing to do with him. It should be she herself to rid them from the world, just as she would bring them in. Yet, she could not bear the thought of ripping the lives out of the innocent whelplings that would be born from her body. If it were any other whelp, it wouldn't mean a thing to her, but those of her own flesh and blood? It brought her so much distress, even though she knew their suffering would be worse if she allowed them to live. After all, what sort of life would they lead when even their own mother did not want them?Her claws dug deeper, as though trying to strangle the life out of something. She knew that Zai could do this, but that surely did not mean he wanted to. "I know this is only my doing," she said, lowering her muzzle, "If only I could do it myself... But you don't understand." She said, shaking her head. "I have been a mother before... that is the only love that exists in this world, and it is the strongest, but there is no logic or reason in it. All I know is that I cannot do it, but it must be done." She didn't know what else to say, but his voice came again, and this time his lyrics left her with a conclusion that was to the point. He would do away with the whelps, and shewouldbear his litter in the next season. She felt at a loss for words again, and let out a deep breath.

Still, her eyes met his. "You are truly... merciful," she said meant that in more ways than one, but she hoped he wouldn't take it offensively. In no way did she mean he was soft. If anything, he was the strongest brute she had ever met, and more twisted and sadistic than any she'd ever known. Yet still, he was the one that she felt like she could trust more than anyone she'd met in her lifetime. Of all the wolves that had offered their loyalty to her, he was the one who kept coming back. He had not disappeared forever, he had not tried to rip out her throat, or overthrow her; he had never strayed from her. So why had she strayed from him? She had soiled something that could have been great. Sighing deeply, she looked at him again, noting the blue fire dancing in his orbs. No more games. She nodded in understanding, her crimson orbs never leaving his; she was being given another chance, even if it would never be the same as it could have been. She heard the sweet pet name, love, knowing it meant nothing spilling from his lips. But what was love, anyways? She knew it did not exist amongst grown wolves; it was merely a feeling between mother and whelp. Was it something that they could truly feel for another? Bloodeye didn't think so, it was just something that they craved when they grew apart from their mothers, that warm and comfortable feeling when nothing else mattered. So fearsome was life that they all tried to draw on that comfort from others who could merely replicate that feeling. The drakes, they would seek out that same feeling from another woman, trying to recreate what they had with their mothers; the vixens, they wanted a hessian because he could give her whelps, upon which she could dote just as her mother had done with her.

As crazy as it seemed to her, Bloodeye was glad to have his mercy, his second chance, and just to hear his voice was enough. She knew that there would be nothing beyond this, if she were to ever stray from him again. But she knew now more than ever that she could never dream of anything else. She had to trust him - he was like no other. He had never hurt her. Might he? Yes, for she had been disloyal, but that would be something she deserved. Tentatively, she pressed her shoulder into his. "I would bear your lineage season after season if that is what you will," she stated, "These lands.. this is where you will always find me, from now on. I know my place, now." She was pathetically weak beside him, knowing he could crush her and throw her away, or even tear her body asunder. She took that risk. But what would be his next course of action? With her belly swelling over the next moons, she knew it would be difficult to be in each other's presence. Although, he had spoken already about his return... which indicated his leaving. In a way, she felt that was suitable. She would have enjoyed his presence to remain, but why would he have wanted to stay while her body nurtured the pups of another? His leaving would give him time to think and explore and be free, while she stayed, brooding over what she had done. Silent now, she merely looked out upon the waters once more, waiting with ears raised to hear if more was to be said.

The elder watched Echo clenched her jaws, wanting to say one thing, but saying another. Either way, it was enough information to know that they should get moving. He nodded to her and lightly nudged her neck as her eyes dropped to the ground. Then Akiko's authoritative voice rang out, telling them to get to higher ground. Echo seemed to have her own ideas of what Akiko had meant, and took off on her own. His eyes widened as he watched her quick, fleeting form disappear into the trees. She was going the wrong way, headed toward the dens. He wanted so much to go after her, but she had the endless energy of youth on her side, while Rawbones didn't have it in his old bones to chase after her again. Teeth clenched, he looked over to
Damean. The boy was the next one he had to ensure got to safety, but it seemed everyone else was already on top of it, even Exodus tried to nudge him along. He snapped and snarled in a tantrum, wanting to go after Echo - he knew the boy must be furious, but he was still too young to do anything about it. But right now there was no time to sit and worry about feelings, they had to get moving, all of them, and they could only hope that those who were out of sight were safe and well. Then he turned to Exodus as she came to him, a whimper of concern in her voice as she asked where Echo had gone. "She's heading toward the dens, I believe.." he said, shaking his head, "Why didn't she wait for the pack? She shouldn't have gone on her own.. but we can't do anything now."

Wrong. He couldn't do anything, but it was clear that Exodus was not going to sit idly to see what happened. She picked up the girl's scent, and with a look of apology to him, and something much deeper in her golden orbs, she then took off. All he could do was watch, a forepaw lifting as he contemplated going after them. But he couldn't, he hadn't the endurance of the younger wolves, and he would likely only get himself killed and accomplish nothing. Or perhaps he'd be just in time to see them injured or dying.. He shook his head, not wanting to think about it. Please come back alive, both of you, he thought, his heart aching. He did not want to lose them, yet there was nothing he could do to make sure they went unharmed. He turned away, following after the others, where Damean had been made to go, truding along unwillingly. The young prince's safety was his next concern; though for now the boy was a temperamental youngster, he was still the spawn of their great King Damean, and Rawbones' friend. And Jaded. For their sake, and for his own sanity, he must ensure Damean Jr.'s longevity. Forgive me, please, if Exodus does not come back..he thought wearily, wishing so much that he could overpower this danger and bring them all to a safe haven.

But such was not a possibility, and reality could strike hard. He came upon the site where the others were gathered with Damean there. He seemed to be wracked with worry and anger, in a rage that he was being prevented from going after his beloved friend. He was slumped over, and the young fae Daija tried to comfort him. She was much too naive. Rawbones narrowed his eyes and trotted over to where Damean sat. He glared at Daija; he knew the fae was trying to comfort Damean, but she was much too optimistic and she seemed to be trying hard to be at the young prince's side, yet it was not what he desired. "Give him some space," his voice rumbled deeply, a flash of ivories to show that he was serious. He eyed the fae critically, tail flicking upward as he stood uncomfortably close to her, expecting her to move. Now he looked to Damean's slumped form, ignoring the femme. "Damean," he said sternly, though his expression softened for the boy, "This is the part where life gets real difficult. This is when you are helpless, and you have no choice but to trust in your packmates." He searched the prince's face, trying to meet his gaze, wondering what he was thinking and feeling. He wished he could do something to make Damean feel more at ease, but even he himself was overwhelmed with anxiety, and he knew this would be a long wait as they struggled to keep their patience, longing to see if their loved ones would survive.

He wasn't going to sugarcoat anything, though. That would only create more anger when things didn't go as expected. Rawbones was not one to keep promises he couldn't make, and he couldn't promise that Echo or Exodus would come out alright. He still didn't even know what the threat was, only that it was strong enough to make the Earth tremble beneath their paws while the small creatures took flight. "But just remember that all the trust and faith in the world won't guarantee the outcome you desire," he said, knowing this would be no comfort to the boy, but it was reality, "Prepare yourself for an outcome that is not at all what you wanted." Then his softer expression was replaced with hardness, and he looked away from Damean. Would the youngster understand? Could he accept it? This might be the first hardship of his life, but it wouldn't be the last. Life was full of letdowns and irreversible mistakes. Much as Rawbones knew that these were a fact of life, he dearly hoped that this instance would not be one of them. He couldn't stand to lose Exodus at this point, and dear Echo.. there was still so much time left to enjoy with them. And Damean would be destroyed by either of their losses as well. Rawbones knew he could hardly tolerate his own pain, what would he do if he needed to somehow comfort another's heartache? Turning away from the young man, Rawbones began to pace, his gaze bearing into the ground, the look on his face of building distress and anger. He had to know what was going to happen, but only time would tell, and this was going to be an eternity of a wait..

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Mon Nov 12, 2012 1:46 pm

Azure hues lifted from her presence, seeking out the stretch of cold dark water before them. He let a silence hang, which was only penetrated by bird calls or the low rumble of the migration. Had the pack met the great elk herd yet? Did it matter? His loyalty wavered in the eyes of his fellow mates, and it was to be tested again in due time. It was hard to note that despite his..unsettling behaviour, Zai had done much for the lands. Perhaps, it seemed, not all for those who would be considered his pack mates. He had stayed when the land was taken over, he had followed the blood thirsty words of the now nameless hessian, the name eluded him and he had little care to recall the dead. His ivories had become slick with the blood of the pure and innocent, a whelp killer. But now, he had dutifully warned the pack of imminent danger, and he was sure to be met with criticism upon his return. This wouldn't be for some time, giving enough room for the pot to boil. Her secret left no feeling in his chest, and his features remained the eerie calm that they always possessed. It was Bloodeye's following request, the lyrics that spoke of favour.

Succession. The young had been slaughter because it was a natural selection, not only did the strong survive, but those who's lineage was pure. No wolf could damn him for his deeds, if they so chose to find them out. He had been alpha, he controlled the pack. There had been no questions and none but a few challenged him. Those wench's who's bellies carried infants belonging to other hessians were a threat, a direct problem that had but one cure. Life was a beautiful lie, but death was the painful truth. The situation before him was no different, the plague inside her was a threat to him. Perhaps only indirectly. There had been a silent claim, and neither of them had been vocal about it but for one time. She ignored those exchanged lyrics, but Zai could not inflict blame upon her. A fae had as much needs as any bruja, the cycles were a trying time for both genders seeking release. A smirk briefly crossed his kissers, as if the whole situation she belonged to was amusing. And it was in some ways. "Do you fear infanticide yourself? Must my jaws be the taker of life when it is you who does not want them?" There was spit of acid in his lyrics, but they remained as even as ever.

Logic of succession said that it was his jaws that should tear open the flesh of the young, but Zaiaku would not leave Bloodeye without some form of fault. "Upon my return they will die, and you will bear my lineage next season." The conviction was thick, a spot of threat mingled in. He would take her next season, and she would bear a litter of strong killers. Ocean pools turned to Bloodeye, they danced, as along with his features, of fire. "No more games, my love. Do not seek me out if another litter belongs to some ghastly hessian." The storm calmed only a fraction, but the word love held little in the ways of sincerity. Yet, perhaps just enough to leave them both wondering. It was a reflection best dwelt on alone, and time was on his side for a while. If only he knew what the pull was, where was it that he was to seek out? It had the potential to be nothing, but the inquiring mind would still travel to seek out the knowledge.

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Mon Nov 12, 2012 5:16 am

Answers. Never ask a question you don't want the answer to... He would remember this, and as the voices had come forth and answered his question, the more he was gaining on where wolves stood, not just by his side, but in the pack as a whole. Who sat divided amongst even themselves, and who bonded in the most boring of moments. Interesting. The coming, the going, and the settled wolves. His mind was racing, calculating all these things that were happening, the dark hessian, his little friend, manipulating his mind, entranced Echo and she left his side to go talk. Mumble more like it, because after they spoke chaos began and Damean, though he knew what was needed to be done, had locked his gaze on the white wolf sitting next to Akiko. The eyes. Those were what caught his attention. It wasn't the matching pelt to his so believed mother he saw, but the eyes, the same ones that looked back at himself when he saw his own black pelted face in the water.

Bloodeye came up then, as he would have wanted to make an approach he wasn't able to. Instant gratification of anger seethed into his veins when her voice registered in his auds and his blue orbs danced and looked up at her. She stood merely above him less then when he had first arrived. He hated her, and wanted to rip her throat out. Her words didn't phase him and as she sulked off he suddenly felt some great... what. Pity? No! He couldn't feel pity for her. Heart raced as he wanted to vomit having her even spoke to him. Why did he hate her so much. Blue orbs danced as a white blur vanished from view. "Echo!" He called and jumped down the little perch he was on. His eyes scanned everyone. "To the mountains. Now!" he called out, knowing full well everyone would be going, they had to. Petra took off on Akiko's command. He growled to himself. His pack right? Why was he so angry?

Daija's voice broke out of the chaos. "Damean come on!" she breathed pushing into him, and he felt Exodus nose his shoulder, he turned at snapped at her, watching as she pulled back. It was then the white male came up and ushered Daija along, scooting him too. "But Echo, get off me! Get OFF!" he growled, snapping at the air, his veins felt like they were on fire, he felt like his head was going to explode. "What is going on!" he barked, turning his full attention on someone else, but Daija was pushing him again talking about a wake of some danger. Pestering... He was being pushed, nudged, he had to be in safety, safety of what! He growled again but didn't resist, his blue orbs were a molten of fire and he made his way with Daija and the white male. When they reached the side of the mountain he pushed away. Zai was supposed to be here? Where was he? Bloodeye. So concerned about themselves when the pack was in danger. Pathetic. The pack. His pack. The pack as a whole and not just his... was in danger. His senses were on fire and he felt a heat wave rush through him. He wanted to be sick, he wanted to throw up right there but Daija was standing in front of him. It sounded like she was under water. He didn't hear her, though he watched her speak to him. He heard Echo, fine, she'll be okay, stay here, everything will be okay. His head slumped and he sat down, he felt her press into him and he pulled away, she only pressed harder...

Exodus looked at Damean. Watching him sit there and take what was being said. He was such a good pup for the most part, but now he was becoming a male, and becoming an alpha, he needed to change things for himself and the pack. Her heart ached just thinking about it. Echo was something else. His best friend and now what, were they in love, rarely did she get to see her daughter act, and watching her watch Damean, and he himself watch her. It was a beauty. Love, yes, it had to be. Golden orbs danced when Rawbones sat next to her, he made her skin tingle with nervous excited feelings. Soon though, as peaceful as things come, they must go, and the pack was being moved. She had felt the tension roll through the trees like a pebble downhill, easily cutting it's way into a happy home. Her first instinct was Echo, and before she knew it. Damean was throwing a fit about where she went. Auds pulled back and she gave a whimper looking to Rawbones. "Where did she go!" she had moved off so fast Exodus hadn't had time to see, not with everyone moving in the way.

What kind of parent was she. She looked around the main area, her nose lifting to the sky sniffing the air. Fear. That's all she could smell. So where was Echo! She began to pace, now her nose stuck to the ground sniffing random spots, the newest cleanest trail. "I have to find her" she said to herself, and began a slight following scent to the brush, when she felt it was right she lifted her head and looked at the others. "Make sure Damean is okay" and as she said that, Daija was pushing him off with... his brother, her brother... Akira's son... holy she did not want to come back to that mess. With a soft glance to Akiko, an apology for knowing what was going to become of this outcome likely, she nodded to her. Then her eyes landed on Rawbones. A silent pass to him, a silent I love you, a silent forgive me please, and then she was gone, into the trees like thunder, going to chase down the one white little not so fuzzy anymore wolf that had saved her life...

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Sun Nov 11, 2012 9:57 pm

The fae had hardly seated herself and stared at the water for a few moments when infiltrated her solitude. She looked up from the dark surface and turned to see the large silhouette of he coming towards her. She felt almost startled by how quickly he had arrived; she thought she would have had some time to go into thought and think about what had to be said. Instead, he was in her presence before she felt ready. Nevertheless, she stood and watched him move towards her. His lyrics filled the air, sarcastic as always. He moved himself beside her, overlooking the lake, his pelt brushing hers. She shivered with delight, and wanted to simply melt into his strong, massive form as she would have in long ago days. She blinked slowly and perked her ears as she heard him speak again. He asked a question she had never given thought to. She stepped forward, looking into the reflection the lake offered - it gave her no insight. "Who am I, truly?" she asked, looking back at him, smirking but with a cold and distant look in her eyes, "If only I resembled someone I recognized." She moved back to his side, a place that seemed so natural, yet the tension remained as she refrained from leaning in closer. Now she felt his gaze turn on her directly, and she met it as he requested she share her secret at last. So, it was time for him to know. She wondered if he would draw away from her, or if he would stay, or if he would question her. Or maybe it just wouldn't matter at all.

"Very well, Zaiaku," she said in a low tone, looking to the waters again. She would just need to say it, there was no way to make it easier. "I am carrying whelps," she said bluntly, glancing at him from the corner of her eyes. She could only guess at how he would take the news - she had a feeling he would be silent and unrevealing. He never was an easy wolf to read. She didn't care that the whelps' father was nowhere to be found - he had been there only for her pleasure, a mere choice of impulse, though one she wished she hadn't gone through with. Now she looked to Zaiaku again, more seriousness in her eyes. "Can I ask something of you?" she questioned, tilting her head, "Will you... dispose of them for me when they arrive?" Claws dug into the ground. It was a difficult thing to ask, something she wasn't sure he would want any part of, and something she wasn't sure if she'd be able to go through with when it came time. But she knew he had done away with whelps before; surely he could do it again, for her. She looked down again. "They will want me with every fibre of their being.." she said quietly, closing her eyes, "But I do not want them. What a sad existence it would be for a whelp that is neither loved nor wanted." For once, she felt pain tug at her heart. She had wanted the whelps she'd had before - she had loved them, and they had rejected her as yearlings. But these ones, she didn't want them. These whelps were not bred for strength, power or even love. They were merely the outcome of impulse.

She looked at him again. What did he think? What would he say? Perhaps he would walk away from her without a word. Or maybe he would stay and hear her, maybe there was still some reason to remain. But she knew she could only wait anxiously to see what his response would be..

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Sun Nov 11, 2012 12:41 pm

His instinct and intuition had proved correct, and his gaze bore down on the white woman as she spoke. The air about them was deafening, toxic and decaying. If he had taken her for himself, if his beliefs were of a soul mate or one fae for the remainder of his years, Bloodeye was a match. Whatever it is they had was dying, and yet it had been death from the start. She had enticed a newly arrived Zaiaku, and he in turn flirted on the borders of lust. It couldn't have been more, except for the time that it had been questioned. Perhaps it was an example of what it is they possessed in each other, but there had been a moment when there was consideration for more than just lust. Their disappearances co existed, causing a strain and yet a subtle pull. It had been that encounter, the venomous one where the air about them had sat thickly with contemplation. Now, there was nothing. And her little secret was surely the result of the end of what could've been a formidable team, couple was a long shot of a term. His ocean gaze followed Bloodeye, as she turned and headed away to Onyx Lake. Pools then averted back down to the pack, scurrying around like mice. She knew as well as he did that there was no true entertainment left to be found, the pack had been warned of the danger and would pry themselves away from it. Such a pity, he should've let them flee in sudden fear.

Zaiaku sat in silence for only a few more moments, before his dark form lifted and trailed Bloodeye's scent. Whatever it was that she knew, it would be far more intriguing then watching the pack prepare for imminent danger. His pace was slow, a leisure walk as if it were the most glorious of nights. The joker was growing bored of the lands, and of the egotistical wolves that inhabited them. They deserved his disturbing presence, to remind them that they were no more important that an ant and its colony. Trust and loyalty were a two way path, and yet the expectation was for him. He needed only Damean's trust, and so far Zai had done nothing to disrupt that bond. The young king had taken his actions, that of the caves situation, in stride. He was the only wolf whose words mattered, the rest of the pack was but a group of lemmings. Let them fall off a cliff. The smirk danced, the ever present joker grin that stretched his kisser like a permanent scar. Things could change, and in some amounts they had. His lyrics had poured for Echo, not holding anything valid but enough to give the tyke warnings. She was another that held whatever little amount of respect Zai could give. Even then, his boredom had increased. Next time, the wolves would need to use their own brains for such situations.

Her white form penetrated the night, as much as his matched it. Zaiaku slipped through the foliage, the rumble of the ground masking his steps. Whatever her lyrics were, they didn't matter. It was time to leave again, and this time his return wouldn't be for a while. There was trouble to make elsewhere, and he needed a refreshment on what darkness truly meant. Still, indulging in her presence could only hurt a little. "Don't ponder to much, less you hurt yourself my dear." The jest was sarcastic, and he brought himself along her side. Close, as to brush their colours together. It was the most contact that either of them had felt for each other for a while, and he had done so deliberately. "Do you see your true self among these dark reflections? I've always seen nothing but the ripples, and the sad realization that I am my father's son." Zaiaku stifled a chuckle, and turned his gaze to Bloodeye. "Do share, Bloodeye." His tone remained even, and his eyes danced with playful challenge. It was now the second time the dark hessian had mentioned his past, and little Echo had received the information first. He wondered if the white woman had over heard his shared words with Echo.

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Sat Nov 10, 2012 3:19 pm

He watched Akiko call for Petra to see what was happening. Ears starting to fold down from the irritation the growing thundering noise was making, he watched the pack start to move in different direction. By now everyone had to have heard it. He didn't care where Zai or Bloodeye went. He was mildly concerned for Petra, but knew she was fast and would probably be fine. Echo darted away from the rest of them... not towards the mountains. She probably didn't yet get a tour of the lands and didn't know where to go.

He gave a questioning glance at Akiko and Rawbones before his gaze turned to Damean, wondering if he'd notice and try to find her. Damean had to stay with the adults, but one of them could go after Echo. The king-to-be would have to trust them on that. He'd expect Rawbones to volunteer, but either he or Akiko would be best suited to search, not that he had any doubts on Rawbone's ability. He was feeling a bit uncomfortable, both because of the headache he was having from the thundering noise trying to prove louder than his thoughts, and the slight concern that was becoming worry for his mate.

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Sat Nov 10, 2012 1:14 pm

Silvery, heliotrope eyes never left Rawbones' gaze. She clenched her teeth. She didn't want to say that it was intuition, even though it was intuition that had told her Zai was up to something. "Zaiku told me the pack was in danger," she replied, deciding not to elaborate on how she had come across such information. But even without having to say this, the rest of the pack stirred, now noticing the fleeting animals. Echo's eyes found themselves wandering from her guardian's face down to her paws. The blades of swamp grass were dancing, even though there was no wind... The earth beneath her pads hummed, like a songbird's chorus, but deep and resonating, like a thousand howls... Her throat tightened as she remembered the day that she and Damean had been in the cave together, where the earth had been roaring and shaking... This couldn't be the same thing, could it? She raised her head and searched for Damean, but Akiko was taking charge now, ordering them to move to higher ground.

The rumbling grew louder and louder, descending upon them like the wind. Following Akiko's orders, Echo bolted from the spot, sprinting into the woods. She didn't know these parts of the lands very well, but if she headed east, she knew she should be able to find Damean's Kingdom; the only patch of green in these grey, monotone lands. She weaved her way through the underbrush, not knowing if the others were following, seeing Bloodeye go one way and Petra go the other. Hopefully, she wouldn't run into any other kind of danger on her way back. She was fast, probably faster than most, seeing as the more she ran the more the sound of thunder melted into the background.

She came to a halt when the green grass was beneath her feet, her ears pulled back, panting hard. Her muscles burned and her chest was on fire. She approached the stream cutting through the area, the ice water cooling heat. It was then that she noticed she was either the first one back, or the only one that made it back. "Damean? Akiko? Exodus?" she called out, hoping one of them would emerge from the dens, but it was clear that she was alone. She knew Zaiku had left for his own abode. Echo drank some more until the rest of her felt cool, and then headed for an unoccupied den. It was a large, old black tree, who looked as if it were standing. The dirt beneath it had been dug out. Even if the source of the rumbling earth and thunder came near, Echo had faith that she would be hidden and protected. Her young body was tired from all of the exercise and full from the meat before; she hadn't had a chance to rest. Sleep was beckoning her name, and she fell into its embrace.

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Fri Nov 09, 2012 6:23 pm

Petra nodded to Blade, preparing herself to go and get the others gathered. However, she suddenly heard her name, and whipped around to face Akiko. Her eyes widened as she was ordered to head east, to scout out what was happening. She nodded sharply to Akiko and set off, knowing she would need to keep light on her paws. She decided she wouldn't head straight toward the border - she didn't want to come into direct contact with whatever was coming, but she needed to find out and get back as quickly as her legs would take her. She took a northeastern route, weaving swiftly past trees and dodging thick undergrowth. The thundering noise was growing louder, and she knew she was getting closer to it; she wondered if she would even make it to the border at all before she came in contact with the threat. As she moved, Petra began to notice that the earth didn't seem as steady under her paws. She came to a halt to observe for a moment, and instantly noticed how the ground rumbled. How would she find out what was going on without putting herself in danger? Tail low now, Petra moved forward more cautiously until she came to a slight rise. She noticed an low overhanging ledge, and noted that it would make good cover if she needed it.

As she padded up the small hill, her eyes widened as she saw what was coming. Suddenly the roar of fast and heavy movement was reverberating through her chest as hundreds of elk hurtled towards her. Frozen in place, she didn't know what to do, or if she would even make it out of here at all. "The ledge!" she reminded herself, hardly able to hear her own voice. Ears pinned back and she turned to make an escape, yet she'd hesitated too long and within seconds was overwhelmed by the herd. A sharp hoof struck her shoulder, and a sharp yelp escaped her. The skin was split open while the momentum sent her tumbling down the hill. As soon as she reoriented herself she began clambering toward the overhang; some of the beasts dodged her, others missing her by no more than a hair. She kept her head low, not wanting to be dealt a blow to the skull. Another hoof clipped her, this time on her hip, knocking her off balance. With perseverance she was soon within a tail-length of her hiding place. She tried to brace herself as she felt another blow, this time to her ribs, but it sent her straight onto her side, knocking the wind out of her. With all of the strength in her, she forced herself onto her paws quickly and dove for the safety of the overhang. At last she had made it, and with a gasping breath, she allowed herself to collapse, giving herself some time to recover. The thunder echoed heavily and the ground shook, but she knew she was safe if she just stayed put. She had no choice but to wait it out, and hope that the pack had truly made it out of harm's way. She felt wetness throughout her pelt as blood dribbled from the gaping wounds left by sharp, hard hooves. Pain radiated from her sides... she hoped nothing was broken. Feeling helpless, she curled herself into the deepest nook under the small ledge, hoping this would be over soon.

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Thu Nov 08, 2012 2:16 pm

The pack spoke and discussed amongst themselves. Several people entered and reconfigured themselves. Her eyes lingered on the young wolf who had come in at the beginning her sisters spawn here in Jabbar. Did Damean even know? Had anyone ever told him? Eyes switched over to the young king and her lips pursed. No, she was not sure if he knew about his father and Akira. It was something she tried to forget about and she didn't bring it up and nobody asked. Echo stepped forward after talking to Zaiku announcing that something was wrong and the pack needed to move. Her eyes looked to the hessian who was leaving thought about going after him but decided against it. Now that she wasn't so focused on the meeting she felt it in the forest, it hummed in the air her nostrils searching for a scent to give her a clue. Rising to her feet it was Bloodeye in a bit of surprise who moved first to motivate everyone to move. Everyone was tuning into the offness right about now and she stood and issued three sharp barks. "Get moving! To higher ground!" Most things turned out easier if you could see it coming. Moving next to Damean she nosed him in the flank and glanced at her nephew but did not speak or say anything. "Petra!" She said in a voice that rang with command. "To the East, skirt the border and report back to Shadow Mountains. Be fast, hidden and safe." Azule eyes flicked from the members, Blade was already bringing up the rear the others rousing themselves.

What was happening?

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Wed Nov 07, 2012 11:19 pm

The climb seemed a long one as Bloodeye looked over shoulder every now and then to check on the pack's movement. It seemed some of them were aware of oncoming danger, but they were slow to get moving. Regardless, she knew there were others that would get all of them moving, and she certainly wasn't going to go back down there and start dragging wolves by their scruffs. At last, she had reached the top, and she was instantly aware of the bruja's stare. She looked up, crimson orbs meeting his azures. The vix couldn't help but to break out in a grin. It had been so long since either had graced the other with their presence. Was he still drawn to her by lust? She strode toward him slowly, hearing his voice break above the low thrumming of the forest. She felt a tickle at the back of her neck; his voice always brought such a sensation, yet there was a more dangerous tone twined in with the charm. Her gaze met his again to see the playful challenge in his eyes. She let her expression fall neutral, and her eyes maintained a secretivness. She stopped in front of Zaiaku. "I didn't come to see the show," she said, tipping her head slightly, "Now that Damean's little meeting has broken up, I think I'm just going to dismiss myself."

Ivory ears tilted back as she looked down momentarily. Then she stepped closer; her skin burned, wanting nothing more than to reach forward to touch him, just for a moment but she refrained from doing so. Nothing gave her that right. Instead, she merely turned her gaze up at him again. The slightest of smirks crossed her maw. "I have a dirty secret to share," she said, then turned from him, "I'll be at Onyx Lake. When you're done here, meet me by the shore, if you're curious..." She knew that he was, but would he make the trek just to find out what her secret was? She could feel the distance, the poison between them, and she knew that he sensed something. But she would tell him before he discovered by fluke what she'd done. Would it make a difference? No. The deed had already been done, but at the least she could be open with him. Besides, had there ever been anything real between them in the first place? Perhaps some playful banter, and certainly lust, but anything more... Bloodeye shook her pelt, then walked by the great, dark beast, her tail swaying at her hocks. She wasn't going to wait around here for the pack to gather, she had other things on her mind.

Her legs carried her quickly, faster than she had imagined. She just wanted to have this time to herself, a few moments alone to breath in the deep forest scents. The smell of leaf mold and pine needles played on the air, a reminder of the season and the cold that was to come. For her, the next season would bring more than snow and bitter cold. She slowed her pace, giving a sigh. Then ears perked slightly. Even with the distance she'd made, she could hear the thunder growing as danger entered the pack lands and drew nearer to its occupants. It probably wouldn't be long until the threat overwhelmed. Though she'd been curious to see what would happen, she felt more inclined to just get out alone, though not to leave the territory again. No, not ever again. There had been too much tension at that gathering, and she needed to cool down now. As well, she hoped that Zaiaku would meet her at the lake, but she might find herself waiting a while. And maybe not; she'd find out in due time. Picking up speed again, the fae made her way at last to the lake's dark waters. It was always such a clear, black surface, mirroring the environment with an eerie, inverted reflection.

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Wed Nov 07, 2012 8:31 pm

The dark hessian sat in a contemplative air, his gaze lifting from the wolves below to the oncoming herd. Had there been a reason to not tell them? What would've come from staying silent, would these wolves move quick enough as soon as the migration tore through the forest? Natural instinct would lead them directly away from the elk, and only half way out would they realize the best chance would be to dash to the side. It would've certainly been a show, and one he would've had the best seat for. Yet, his lyrics had flowed for that little fae. So quick and bold, if his care went past himself he'd find it admirable. There was more value and entertainment to be had with these wolves, and even more so than the small amount of amusement that would've come from their scramble. Despite this, his jowls contained a smirk. There was room to play knowing he had bought himself a small amount of trust, even if it was just with Echo. Young'ens were easier to work with, to manipulate, than the adults. There was a little gift that he could, and would, use later.

Ocean hues followed the movements, which were slow but beginning to pick up speed. They had time, but it was becoming narrow. What fun it would be, if even with his warning the pack still got caught up in the migration. There was only so much hope a wolf could have. His thoughts were broken by the approach of another, and his gaze soaked in her beauty. Such a terrible curse. His grin vanished, and the air about him turned more introspective. The drive and thirst for the flesh and heat of another stirred any bruja, even the jaded cynical wolves. Bloodeye was a curse, a spot of lust that nagged him much like a fly would. He could find himself some other whore to satiate his drive, but the tick wouldn't cease. This fae vexed him, and deeply. "And I thought I'd enjoy the show alone. It will be much better with a pretty face next to me." There was a charm to his voice, and a venomous undertone. A smirk stretched his kissers, and his azure hues danced with a playful challenge. What secrets could he pry or undercover?

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Sun Nov 04, 2012 12:16 pm

Fang was nearly finished with the hide he had taken from the kill, the remainder of cleaned bones having any likeness of taste. His still shining ivories ached; that was more from lack of consumption over the past days than anything else. However, his pale orbs had remained shifty since he had placed himself within the circle of the pack like a fly on the wall. What he had noticed more than anything else was not concerning the leader of Jabbar, but rather the dark hessian that, upon his quiet approach, had sparked a silent interest from various members. A familiar face he assumed, but was he welcome? Little time was wasted, as the one cursed Echo quickly advanced on him. This arrival seemed to be the sudden stimulus of something else around them.

First in his chest that lay against the soft terra, Fang felt waves of vibrations almost tickle his form, but the discovery was rather unsettling. The minute details told that the natural state was disturbed, beginning to fall apart around them. The chatter of the small creatures ceased to silence, while the unexpected percussion of their now frenetic movement took its place; others thumped about, attempting to escape their tree holes, giving a distant warning like the sound of rushing rapids before a waterfall. The many different avian species, from raptor to lowly sparrow, took to the skies. Birds that would normally never be near each other, unless with the intent to kill, were now in close proximity as tattered wings sounded. It was a free-for-all, and at this rate, he wouldn’t be surprised if they converged and choked off the lightness of the skies within the coming hours. The strange behaviors made his maw take an angered expression; something seemed terribly wrong. He looked back to Echo and the bru, their conversation still mere noise among the pack’s commotion. Moments passed, until finally his auds twitched as the tone of their lyrics became audible, bits and pieces of phrases sounding over other discussions. Peril was close, and the others sensed it. His dial turned to watch Echo swiftly pass a message off to an elder male. It seemed they were going to move to higher ground and escape this coming danger, yet this was still a pack meeting and many still sat. Fang chucked the remnants of the kill and jumped up to all fours. He did not like where this was going.

Even the crimson-eyed femme, the one he had seen high on rage against the Jabbar leader, now to a serious stand to make evident the oncoming hazard from within the forest. She was set upon this duty of evacuating them, beginning to direct the various wolves and eventually meeting him. Her words held little emotion other than warning; he didn’t need any extra motivation to get out of the path of this exodus. He nodded back to her as she moved forth, sighting the mounting number that chose to leave now and trotting upward on their heels. He felt in no rush…yet, as he turned back to verify if Damean and the rest of the pack would tag on now.

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Sun Nov 04, 2012 10:14 am

He'd noticed Zai come back, but didn't care. What he did notice was the wildlife- it was too loud and quiet all at the same time. There was no hissing, chirping, or any other noises, just the sound of tiny feet, wings, and scrambles to get away from the direction Zai had come from. He wasn't the problem, though. Blade blotted out the talking among them, and would have gotten up to get a better idea of the troubles if it weren't for the fact this was a pack meeting.

From the corner of his mind, he recognized Petra speaking directly to him, just as he caught the faintest of noise. He couldn't yet make it out, but he expected the others to be able to hear it within the next few seconds as it got closer. They either weren't focusing on listening yet, or they were still too young to have fully trained their capacity. He'd noticed Echo quiet now, as if trying to listen but not hearing anything, if he read her body language right. His attention was divided, listening to everything at once, but easily managed now that he knew what he was looking for.

Opening his maw, he replied, "Yes, get them moving. Whatever it is, it's coming from the ground. Not the air or under it. I can't hear it clearly yet, but if it's that loud from that distance, it's either huge, or there's many. The smaller creatures are bent on flight and it's best to follow suit. Help Rawbones gather them, and I'll bring up the rear." He wasn't sure how Damean would respond, but Rawbones would probably drag Echo away, while he and Akiko, were she to also bring the rear, would make sure Damean and the rest move.

Some of the pack had already started to move away, and he looked to Damean. There was time to move so there was no need to try to force anything... yet. Would he be stubborn and suspicious of Zai, or listen to Echo and the current movings of the pack?

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Sun Nov 04, 2012 1:19 am

The little she, quiet and taking on an observant role, noticed things proceed rather quickly. She saw Echo slip away from her position at Damean's shoulder, moving over to where Zaiaku had seated himself. She was surprised to see the young femme approach him the way she did, to converse with him so easily. She couldn't hear what they were saying, and was soon distracted by the sudden stirring of the forest around them. She glanced to Blade, her eyes searching his briefly, before she looked back to the woods. A large, mixed flock of birds took to the air, a rather suspicious sign. Soft green eyes searched for more signs, and swept over the quietly talking wolves. Most were still involved in the meeting Damean had gathered, but she had a feeling that something was going to cut it short, before the young King could wrap it up. Small creatures rustled through the undergrowth, some taking to the trees, others escaping down burrows, though their movements remained restless and indecisive. What was going on? "Blade, have you noticed...?" she whispered, gesturing with her snout to the environment. She knew he would notice, and perhaps he was already observing the changes and trying to get an idea of what it was. Ears perked suddenly when a singular voice rose just barely above the others. It was Zai. His voice was directed at Echo, yet it was clear he had intended for his voice to ring just loud enough for the others to hear. Did he know what was happening?

Licking her lips, she looked around at the wolves gathered. They were all well-fed and comfortable, and it wasn't likely that they wanted to get moving right away, but it seemed that it would be necessary. Whatever it was that disturbed the territory would soon pose a danger to them all. She nudged Blade softly. "Should we.." she started, unsure of what to suggest. She wasn't a leader of any sorts. She glanced to the movement of the large male as he parted with Echo, and the young fae went over to Rawbones and Exodus. "Maybe we really should ensure the pack moves," she said quietly, "I don't have enough supplies to cover many injuries all at once.." She hoped that someone else was going to make a move, she didn't want to worry and cause a commotion if it really was nothing.

Rawbones had been waiting for the meeting to continue, his dulled eyes focused as best as they could upon Damean. He had noticed the shifting of colours as Echo silently moved away from her place by her friend's side. Peculiar, but he wasn't going to monitor her. He glanced to Exodus momentarily, his eyes more capable of focusing up close. He could quiet easily see her features, and he still searched her for signs of seasonal change, but there was nothing obvious. Sighing, he merely looked away again, not wanting to let his eyes linger on her for too long. There were still many things to discuss. Though the older male heard nothing in particular, he was suddenly gripped by a feeling of restlessness outside of himself. Silver eyes shifted. Birds ascended from their roosts, fluttering away in an almost desperate manner. Rawbones watched them for some time, seeing their dark forms contrast against the light of the sky, taking note of the many different species flocking together. That was abnormal. Blinking, he looked to the ground, setting his ears forward. The tiniest of rustlings could be heard as land-dwelling prey creatures shuffled about. He blinked again, lifting his head. The earth was uneasy, but he could not determine where it stemmed from.

A dark voice suddenly cut the white noise of the drumming forest. Rawbones tilted his ears and swiveled his neck around to see Zaiaku rising to his paws, speaking words to Echo, yet loud enough for the rest to hear. His brow furrowed. What was that brute going on about? Eyes flashed as Echo appeared suddenly in front of he and Exodus from what seemed out of nowhere. He gave his head a shake, clearing his mind so he could concentrate on the present. He let his gaze meet hers, and before she spoke, he could feel the serious nature of her approach. As she looked to them both, the conviction with which she spoke was reflected in her eyes. "Danger?" he murmured, tilting his head and looking around before fixing his eyes upon her once more, "What is it Echo? How do you know?" He blinked another time, putting things together in his mind. Again, he looked to Zaiaku, seeing the hessian stride up the hill from which he had come. Just as Rawbones had thought, the brute knew something, and now Echo knew as well. He looked back to her, his eyes clearer now. "Echo, what did he tell you?" he asked, eyes flicking to the one he spoke of and back again, "If we need to move the pack, then we'd best do it now." He rose to all fours, preparing himself to get the others moving. He could see in her eyes that she was not trying to cause trouble, she was not put up to this. Something was amiss, and even the woods gave their warning. He wanted to find out what it was quickly, because he did not want to see distress amongst these wolves right now. They needed more time to regroup, and Damean especially needed to learn more before such weighty decisions were placed upon him.

The femme had been acutely aware of the shift in energy when Echo approached Zaiaku and seated herself near him, and they spoke in hushed tones between themselves. Her tail flicked back and forth, no longer wrapped around her base tightly as it had been. She yawned, trying to appear inconspicuous and bored, but she was hanging on the sounds of their voices every second, waiting to catch a recognizable word. Nothing audible reached her ears, and she sat stiffly, staring at the ground with eyes wide. Her jaw was clenched, and she only came out of her fixation when she at last heard his voice rise above the murmurs of the others. Head turned and she watched him stride away and up the hill, his mysterious words of warning lingering within her mind. She didn't know what he meant, and why he had allowed his voice to travel just for that one statement. Looking around, she wondered if anyone else had heard. It seemed some of the others were stirring, and Echo was suddenly in front of her guardian, with a seriousness in her eyes that made Bloodeye tilt her head. She was missing something. Rawbones was on his paws now. Crimson orbs searched her surroundings, and only then did it become apparent that there were birds flocking as though to escape something, and rustlings in the brush that suggested panicked creatures. She'd been much too lost in the dwellings of her mind. She growled to herself, frustrated with herself.

Bloodeye got to her paws, pondering her course of action. Something was going on that was causing the others to get antsy. But what was her role, anyways? She had come and gone from this place many times, though she intended to show her loyalty and stay put, she still felt like an outsider. Still, she didn't want to hesitate a moment longer. She strode up to Damean, a wicked feeling still welling within her just at the sight of him, but she had to make her mark here and show her business side. They were still pack, and they needed to cooperate in times like this, much as they may rather do otherwise. Eyes flicked to his, wanting to catch his gaze. "Damean, I'm sure you can feel the stirrings of the forest," she began, her expression serious, yet a tinge of displeasure marred her features, "The rest of your meeting may need to wait. You need to move your pack to safety. Echo knows it." She tilted her head in the direction of where the femme was gathered with Exodus and the elder male. She turned her body, then gave him a nod and departed. She looked to Akiko, certain the femme would quickly catch onto what was happening. She dipped her head to the fae and moved on. Next, her sights were set upon the newer male - Fang - the one who had seated himself quietly with a chunk of meat. He hadn't said a word, but after all, he was just new. But, it was possible that he did not catch the subtleties amongst the pack, though she knew she mustn't doubt his perception. She approached him, looking directly at him.

"The pack will be moving shortly," she stated, her eyes expressionless as she watched him, "It may be in your best interest to follow the general flow of movement." She nodded, as though to confirm her statement. She would say nothing more to get him moving. That would be up to him. Sighing, she looked around. She was sure these lot could get themselves moving, and sense the danger. They were sensible enough. Her gaze then traveled up the hill where Zaiaku had gone. A mere speck of his admirable form was visible high up the side. She wanted to go up and seat herself safely, yet at the same time she was tempted to stay down below and see what the thunder would bring. But would she survive it? She didn't have a clue what was coming. Huffing, she turned and gave the pack one more glance before she ambled slowly toward the hill, beginning her climb upward to supposedly safer grounds.

Subject: Re: A New Reign: Jabbar Junayd Sat Nov 03, 2012 1:39 pm

Riddles. Zaiku spoke in riddles. Echo would never get a straight answer from him, but it wasn't difficult to discern that he had answered her question. She dipped her head and nodded to his word. "Thank you," was all she had to say, as he excused himself from the scene and took a seat upon the top of nearby hill. The smile that played on his dark lips continued to tell that something was going to happen, something big. Echo's ears strained for some kind of sound and she raised her nose in the air, inhaling hard, hoping to find a scent, but it was all clouded by the bio-matter from the swamp. She didn't know what exactly Zaiku knew, but it was now instinct that was taking over. She stood up and walked over to Rawbones and Exodus, not wanting to interrupt the conversation Damean was having with the other wolves.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but.. I think we're in danger," she said, heather eyes meeting theirs, absolutely serious. "Something big is coming. I don't know what. But I think it's time we move out of the area." She spoke the truth, for it was all she knew. The others might not have trusted Zaiku for what he had to say, but they would trust her, or at least, she hoped they would. Damean would. If they didn't listen to her, then there was nothing she could do... She would try and get Damean to believe her, follow her. Yes, there was the possibility that this was all a trick, to stir up unnecessary attention, but Echo figured she had done more than enough to draw attention to herself. Personal demons would see to that. But, there was the proof the birds and small animals... There was no way Zaiku could have coordinated something on that large of a scale.