I activate Chaos Stun Sword!

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[atrb=background,http://i36.tinypic.com/kapo47.png] Dakrev had gotten back with the herbs from the swamp alright, but Pepper hadn't been there so he had given it to one of the other medics. He hadn't actually looked to see who, and they knew they couldn't cheer him up so they had just left him to his thoughts as he wandered gloomily off. He couldn't even save himself from those monsters, another wolf had to get him out of trouble as well as a third wolf whom had gotten in trouble trying to help him. He seemed to always find trouble just because he was weak, he couldn't do as much as he thought he could do, though of course his teacher thought otherwise. He could remember a fair bit about the herbs he got, and could find most of them by smell alone as long as he'd gotten a good wiff of it, but other than that he didn't have much use, at least in his mind. He had decided to go to Miracle Lake, not looking for one since he knew no place could really grant miracles, but just to think. It certainly was calming since he could concentrate on his breathing as he had been told by one wolf, though it seemed to just cause his mind to think at the same time. When he looked at himself in the lake's waters he didn't see a great warrior or a wise wolf, for he still looked young but not that strong. No, what he saw was just a young wolf looking for true purpose in a sea where he felt he wasn't needed, which of course Pepper told him he was. He couldn't see how, though, since many could be taught how to sniff out herbs, wolves were beings of their nose after all. Turning away from the water, he just laid down beside it on the shore, thoughts still flooding his mind about how he shouldn't be here. If he was really dedicated he would have offered to find herbs for one of the other medics who needed them, though he hadn't. He still couldn't see exactly what Pepper saw in him, but he was still glad that she helped him since he'd be in a much worse position without her, he knew. If it came down to it, he'd definitely repay her however he meagerly could, heck he'd repay the pack's kindness for even allowing him into it. After all, they didn't turn him away like his parents when he was younger, telling him that he was worthless and didn't deserve to live. Muttering to himself, he just watched a bird fly by him with the one good eye he had, just like on the day Pepper had found him in the meadows. He still felt trapped, still felt that the little bird was freer than him since it didn't have to deal with the confines of the ground nor this war all around him. It could just fly seemingly mindlessly wherever it wanted, do whatever it wanted, for no one really paid attention to it. He, on the other hand, was trapped by this war, he knew that if it was any other pack then he'd probably be turned away or told how weak he was and needed to improve. That he couldn't stand as he curled up into a ball, not feeling cold but just utterly alone despite having Pepper he could talk to.

[V.ampyrx ♈]

Camellia

Camellia had spent much of her time of the last week wandering the lands of Enchanted, speaking to its worried members in a gentle tone to supply comfort. Vada had been murdered by the vile bastard known as Zero, a high ranking officer of the brutal forces of the Order. Camellia was one of the few who stumbled upon the remains before they were cleaned up and buried respectfully. The gruesome sight burned in her memory as she also knew, it burned in Valentino’s, the alpha figure of the pack. A single salty tear dropped from her icy blue orbs. Wearing a look of sadness upon her face, she still felt the throbs of pain from losing that friend. Camellia had yet to speak to Stark and Annie about the matter. Sighing, she knew the pain for them must have been unimaginable.

War was coming, everyone knew it but few spoke of it. It was the uncomfortable air that sent everyone on edge in this pack, sensing the danger. Truam, once maintaining a peaceful state in life, began to spiral into havoc once again. “It seems like we are waiting for the end…” she whispered to herself, quietly. Her voice flowed out smoothly, like soft bells. There was a hint of wise experience in her tone. She had seen war before. It was a destructive force, as always. It normally solved nothing for some, but everything for others. The losers, it solved nothing. Anger still fumed, but was only suppressed. The forces would grow again and wreck loose again. Unless…well, the story is another time. The point was, in her mind, is that peace would and only be the true way to solve problem.

Her snowy paws brought her to Miracle Lake, where the heart of Enchanted was penetrated. Wolves were slowly wandering back here, but the sense of death and negative vibe was about. Dancing on lightly upon the ground, she approached the lake that was once dyed a gruesome crimson. The faint scent of iron and Vada lingered. Her eyes focused on a male whom she was familiar to be of her pack. Curled in a ball, he seems distressed about some matter. Had he too worried about the fate of Enchanted? Was he too thinking about the dear pack member lost as she was? Something told Camellia the answer was no, nonetheless, she decided to speak to him.

“Dear, you seem ill of something…” Camellia softly spoke, settling herself next to the male. Her eyes glanced over the beautiful lake that would never be the same to her. She lowered her head to gaze at the male, her brown ears swiveling to hear if he would speak. “Are you alright? Do you need speak of an unfortunate matter?” She lightly touched his back, attempting to comfort and coax him to words. It killed her to see such sadness in others as she had in herself over Theravada. Camellia thought to herself, though difficult as it was, she knew that she must be bright to allow the emotion to spread to others. A soft smile curved upon her sable lips, things…things will look up. They will…for both me and this one here. She told herself.

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[atrb=background,http://i36.tinypic.com/kapo47.png] Dakrev had noticed the wolfess as she approached, but he was too submersed in his thoughts to really care all that much about it. He knew that she probably had better things to do than care about him anyway, he wasn't really all that important in the grand scheme of things. How could he help win a war anyway, Pepper said that medics were important but they only helped after the fact, whereas he wished to prevent the fights from happening. That would not be possible, however, since his own disabilities made it hard for himself to fight, and he'd doubt that would ever be overcome. One usable eye, speed, endurance, and no strength limited him to just running away from battles, which may be the only thing he'd be good at. As the wolfess spoke, however, he recognized the voice immediately and knew that he had to respond, since it wasn't just any wolf. Yet, as he lifted his head and looked up to her, the words he was running through his head sounded foolish, very naive to an adult he thought. It was frustrating, and took him a few moments before he was finally able to actually speak about what was on his mind, wishing for release but not for sounding whiny. "I'm just lost, I don't know how I can actually be of use, especially after what happened. I had been sent to the swamps to gather herbs, but ended up being attacked by monsters and putting two other lives at risk. I can't fight, and if I can't do something like gathering herbs either, what value am I to a pack? Perhaps my parents were right, I am weak..." Everything had just come out, and as he replayed it in his mind he sounded just like he knew he was going to sound before he had said anything. He mentally hit himself for doing that to this wolfess who probably had a lot of more important things to think about rather than him. Perhaps this wasn't the best place to think things over, he knew he should have just gone and found some place more private. At the same time, however, he felt glad for telling someone this, even if the way he told it wasn't exactly how he wanted it. It was this mixture of feelings that often confused him, especially as he kept thinking about it, causing all his thoughts just to grow bigger like a snowball down a hill. Taking a few deep breaths, he calmed himself a bit before continuing. "It was my fault, before you say anything about that. I wandered too far in and didn't heed the warnings. Still, I'm not much use to the pack, especially when I am so small and only have one eye. I do realize you probably have more important things to do, though, so I don't mind if you leave." The last part made him wince a bit, it wasn't the most graceful way of saying that either, but his mind was all jumbled up at that moment. He felt a headache starting to come on, and could remember one of the strong smelling herbs to help clear headaches, though he wasn't going to go seeking some. That'd be of better use for those who were injured, not for his own selfish needs.

[V.ampyrx ♈]

Steady crystal cerulean eyes watched the male as he stirred, responding to the angelic voice of the white she-wolf. His head slowly lifted to meet her gentle gaze, his eyes seemed to be display some internal frustration, a mess of thoughts trying to form a statement. A small encouraging smile still plastered upon her maw, she sat patiently, waiting for a response from the male. In the back of her mind, she acknowledges how the wolf was obviously blind in one eye. Though, she did not take pity on him for that, she felt that the male could handle himself just fine if he had the confidence. Pity for her only bloomed when a wolf can not see their true worth or when a loss has incurred upon the poor soul.

“I’m just lost. I don’t know how I can actually be of use, especially after what happened.”

Her brows rose slightly, showing her full attention towards the male as she acknowledges his words. They rose slightly also in question of why this wolf may be lost…Lost. She was once lost in her purpose. Her chocolate tipped ears rotated, awaiting a story of reason.

“I had been sent to the swamps to gather herbs, but ended up being attacked by monsters and putting two other lives at risk. I can’t fight, and if I can’t do something like gathering herbs either, what value am I to a pack? Perhaps my parents were right, I am weak.”

Alarm coated Camellia’s deep blues as she felt the intense hopeless pang racking her heart as her nature allowed her to closely reciprocate to the wolf’s emotion. Discomforted that any one of her pack mates would even possess this unpleasant feeling, she flicked her white banner, it twitching still. The wave blew up a gust of tiny bits of dust around her, the long snowy tendrils of hair acting like a light brush against the earth and grass. Shifting her weigh, she leaned forward, inching a step forward to the wolf. The waves of the strong emotion radiating from the wolf hit her with force as she observed the male taking a few deep breaths, calming himself, perhaps attempting to avoid some sort of break down. Her maw dropped, a small breathe escaped her maw just as she was about to speak, reassuring him it couldn’t have been completely his fault, but she was interrupted.

“It was my fault, before you say anything about that. I wandered too far in and didn’t heed the warnings. Still, I’m not much use to the pack, especially when I am so small and only have one eye. I do realize you probably have more important things to do, though, so I don’t mind if you leave.”

“Dear!” she exclaimed, proceeding to quickly rush assuring words, “You are just as important as anything else I must do. Though you may not think highly of yourself, which you should for you are an admirable wolf, I consider you as all of Enchanted worthy of my time to be spent. Our pack is large so I am sure I have a moment to spare to you dear.” Bending her neck down, she gently touched his cheek in assurance, attempting to sooth his unsettled of feelings.

“Listen…all must make mistakes at least once. You are not weak of mind my little wolf. You will learn from this blunder…and you feel useless for only physical features. To be useful, you do not need to be large size. Look at myself, I must be at the lighter end of the wolf spectrum. But your eye, your eye is nothing deeming you weak. I hate…to even compare…this…but, look at that demon bastard Zero. His eye has been lost, yet he has been living a…” Camellia paused, she hated this comparison, but it was true, a terrible example of how one eyed wolves can still be fine. Her ears twitched, revealing her uncomfortable emotions about her analogy. It was truly awful. She probably shouldn't have even mentioned it.

“My point is, you are not weak. Trust me on this. Though physically you do not match up to counterparts, don’t let that get you down. With wisdom building day by day, you will no longer put others in danger but save lives from learning from Pepper.”

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Pepper-Sleepy---MIDDLE.png] So very much had changed since the war began. Lives had been lost and others had only just started. For Pepper, a Healer, this war had been a hard one. She knew some involved in the conflicts and so had taken to teaching apprentices. So far she had one apprentice that she beleive showed much promise. Dakrev seemed to have trouble finding worth in himself but Pepper never doubted the boy could learn to be a great Healer if he chose to. But he'd wandered off as of late and she was looking for him. Her inner sense told her the boy was near and that he was upset. It was an instinct all Healers developed eventually; the ability to tell they were needed somewhere. She knew it was Dakrev that needed her simply because she could smell the pup. She wondered what had happened to him and if he was alright. As she was nearly to him she would soon find out. What she found though, was a suprise. The pup was talking to another, older, fae. Moving up quietly, Pepper cleared her throat and greeted both. "Dakrev there you are. I was looking for you. I was worried. Who is this?" She inclined her head to the fae. "My name is Pepper, I'm a Healer for this pack. I don't beleive we've met." Word Count: 223