Will It Change?

[☼ Sunstorm]

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/karos-middle.png] Nothing had changed. It didn't feel as if anything would. I was still fighting with the overwhelming emotional turmoil of losing my kids, still assembling my forces, and still making battle plans. Nothing new. Nothing at all. The day matched my feelings. The sky overhead was dreary, looking as if it may snow at any moment. The wind was cold as it blew against my fur, causing me to shiver. My steps changed direction, carrying me back into the shelter of the trees, where the wind was blocked. I felt better instantly; on the outside, of course. There was nothing that could help what I was feeling on the inside, not right now. Though I was going through all this, I carefully kept my expression composed. I was good at all of this, at keeping my emotions hidden from the public. There were only a select few that I allowed to see what was really going on, and those were only wolves extremely close to me; wolves such as Nuri or Xecir. I was sure that the rest of the Pack had guessed of how I felt, but they did not know the full extent of it. I worked my way slowly toward the border, picking through the thick tangle of cold undergrowth. This was my daily routine, all this patrolling. It never got me anywhere, but I still clung to the hope that something would happen, that something would change. ooc:// I have low muse for him at the moment. -.- But it'll get better as the thread moves along, I promise! This thread is for Tweakers, and her Azalea.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Azalea-Mountains---MIDDLE.png] It had only been a few days since Azalea had met Jesse, the alpha's son of the land that she had just found. She was surprised that it hadn't taken her longer and only proved that her memory was far better than she originally thought. Still she couldn't help but feel nervous. Sure she had met the alpha's son but how did she know that it wasn't a trap, some sick way of getting her caught up in the middle of the war. She had only just met that wolf and yet she was putting more faith in him than she would put in even her closest friends. He was a wolf in need, or at least that is what she thought. He seemed like he was honest in his plea for help and Azalea could only hope that things didn't turn sour for her. She would keep her guard up until she was completely sure that her life was safe and that she was in fact talking to the father of Jesse. It was cold out, a soft breeze was constantly blowing through the lands and the skies were gray. She was sure that it was going to snow soon and hoped that she could find some sort of refuge in these lands. Her coat wasn't made to withstand the cold and snow and if she were to get caught in it, it would certainly prove to be much more challenging. Soft amber eyes lifted toward the sky above her, narrowing slightly as she let out a slow breath. Soon she would be at the boarders of the Renegade Empire and her muscles were getting more and more tense. Her ears were perked high on her head and her nose was twitching wildly, taking in every scent she could. Her tail was limp between her legs and her movements were slow and careful. Her paws made hardly any sound as she tried to keep her breathing under control. This was a delicate situation and she had to approach with caution. A few moments later and she was fully on the pack lands. Her ears pressed back and she lowered her head a bit. If she was being watched then she wanted to make a good first impression to avoid any trouble. She had the faint scent of Jesse still on her fur and she was hoping that this would work to her advantage. It was only then that she realized that she didn't in fact have a plan set out and even worse, no plan B. She growled slightly at herself and shook her head. How could you go into this without a plan you fool. She scolded herself mentally, another angry growl leaving her lips. Her tail gave a soft flick and she continued forward, eventually she would either find the alpha or find someone who could take her to the alpha. Sure enough she found another creature, the dark figure was only a few yards from her now. She quickly cleared her throat and lowered her head in a polite greeting. Her paws froze in place and she quickly threw together a plan B in case this was all just a trap. "Hello there. My name is Azalea and I bring important news for the Alpha of this pack." Of course she was completely unaware that she was in fact talking to the alpha. Word Count:575

[☼ Sunstorm]

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/karos-middle.png] It depended on the day as to whether or not I met any other on these borderlines. Today could be considered a good day, because there was a change in routine as I spotted an orange figure through the trees. I had no desire to wander back to the windy beachline, but it was my duty as the Alpha, and so my paws changed their course yet again. I looked her over, my usually vibrant eyes taking her stance in. I say 'usually' because normally they shone out from my face, flaunting the fact that they were such an abnormal color. But on these dull days, they were just that: dull. I was sure that I looked so much older than I truly was, and if you've tuned into the events of the war any at all, you'd know why. If not for the fact that I had a duty to the Pack, the one I myself created, I wouldn't have bothered with greeting this stranger. I would spend every day searching for my little ones--at this point, they must not be little any longer--if I could. The orange creature beat me to a greeting. 'Hello there. My name is Azalea and I bring important news for the Alpha of this pack.' Important news? I started at this, something changing slightly in my face, giving way to a more alert appearance. Of course, I could not take her for her word right away, because she could be a tool of my enemies, but I would hear her out. It was within my personality; and my pack, for I had made it so; to hear another out before making a decision. I connected her posture with these words, noting that perhaps she did have important news. And if she had been educated on this pack (assuming she was no ally), wouldn't she know of me? Not many wolves were this size with a dark coat and purple eyes. She could have been kept in the dark, though....God, I was just getting paranoid at this point. I needed to keep a lid on these insane thoughts and concentrate. "Hello, Azalea. I am Anakaros, the very one you are seeking. What business do you bring with you?" There was a small, fluttering hope, but I was afraid to let it grow. I couldn't afford to be disappointed again.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Azalea-Mountains---MIDDLE.png] Azalea's eyes narrowed slightly when he finally spoke and she suddenly felt very silly for not guessing that earlier. His eyes were something to be marveled at and she could see the resemblance between him and his son. She cleared her throat quickly and bowed her head to him, showing him the respect that every alpha so deserved. She took in a deep breath and shifted her weight just slightly from foot to foot. She was nervous, unsure of how to start or what to say to him. How were you supposed to tell a father that his son was alive and being held prisoner by a group of crazy wolves. She looked away then and cleared her throat once more, a nervous habit really. "Sir I'm not quite sure how to start this. I'm sure you are suspicious of me as you should be with the current situation on the island. I assure you though that I am not an enemy of yours." She had decided to start off with getting a bit of trust from him, it would make conversation much easier. "I am in fact from the realm of warriors but that is not what matters now. I came across your son a few days ago." She started and looked to his eyes to see if she could catch a reaction. Her tail twitched slightly and she looked off to the side again, gathering her thoughts and words before taking a deep breath. "He's being held by a group of wolves, their name slips me. He has asked me to let you know that he is alive and well and that he is not far from here." She looked back to him and then turned to point with her muzzle in the direction. "He's being held in that direction, about a two day walk, about a day worth of running." She explained. Her tail twitched again and she sighed quietly. "I honestly was not sure what else to tell you other than he was very serious about letting you know that he was alive and healthy. I thought that I could at least help him out by running the message to you." She said and dipped her head again to him. She took a deep breath and her eyes shifted around again, looking for any other creature who may be listening in. She was paranoid and uneasy but she knew that she was doing the right thing. Perhaps this would save that wolf's life and ease his father's pain. He looked back to the alpha again and took a step back, calming herself as she waited for the next words from his mouth. She was sure that this was a lot for him to hear so she would wait quietly. Word Count:470

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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/karos-middle.png] No matter how paranoid I was, there was no escaping the fact that she was nervous. It was becoming etched in every line in her body, and it suddenly occurred to me that I might be causing it. Even with this realization, I did not care enough to back off in my overwhelming personality. In the past I would have eased up at once, but there was the difference; my past and present were two entirely different things. I simply waited, my eyes continuing to regard her as I worked to squash the fluttering hope that played about in my abdominal cavity. ‘Sir I'm not quite sure how to start this. I'm sure you are suspicious of me as you should be with the current situation on the island. I assure you though that I am not an enemy of yours.’ From the nervous way she held herself, I could conclude that she was not deceiving me here, but it did not make me fully trust her. I was surrounded by enemies, and I had a hard time figuring out who I could really trust these days. I just decided to keep my mouth shut and let her continue on. We’d see if she there was truth in her words soon enough. “Time will tell that one.” And I had nothing else to say for the matter. ‘I am in fact from the realm of warriors but that is not what matters now. I came across your son a few days ago.’ This was shocking, and despite me being great at hiding what I was really feeling, the shock clearly showed on my face before I could work it away. She had a message from my son? I wanted to believe it, and desperately, too, but I refused to let myself. I refused to let myself be disappointed, and I felt myself shutting down. “You did, did you?” was all I said, my tone wary. My face hardened, my jaw clenching while she went on. ‘He's being held by a group of wolves, their name slips me. He has asked me to let you know that he is alive and well and that he is not far from here. He's being held in that direction, about a two day walk, about a day worth of running. I honestly was not sure what else to tell you other than he was very serious about letting you know that he was alive and healthy. I thought that I could at least help him out by running the message to you.’ Had I believed her, this would be news that would have sent me soaring. Still clinging to the last shreds of hope, I managed to keep the anger from my words enough to ask, “Prove he was my son.” My tone was brusk, demanding, and even a bit rude. I’d settle for a range of things; his name, coat color, specific markings, his demeanor. But I had to have some sort of evidence, because I could no longer take people for their word. I did not even care that I was coming across as rude, for I was much past the point of caring. A thought popped into my head, one that was associated with the last threads of hope as I eyed her fiery fur. Would his scent have embedded itself into her hairs? Probably not, unless they had made contact with one another. It’d be too much to hope for, and I knew that I’d be more than likely to scare her off if I stepped any closer. I’d already been irritated enough in my behavior, and it’d be silly to push it. Ooc:// He’s just a paranoid, crazy old cracker, it’s nothing personal to Azalea. :P