The Machine in Motion [Order Mission]

[Thirteenth]

It was dark when Dagonet ghosted across the borders, striking into Enchanted territory. His paws splashed quietly through the water, what little noise they made muffled by the flowing waters of the stream leading through Mystical Falls. There was no trace of any others when he forged into the territory; not even a recent scent trail. Even so Dagonet was alert as he padded further in, keeping to the stream for a good mile or so before finally leaving the water.

Once on the shore he paused and gave himself a powerful shake, slinging a few scattered drops of water through the air. Almost before the motion had been completed the powerful soldier was prowling forward, gliding into the trees like a shadow. He maintained a brisk trot for a short while before increasing his pace once more to the mile eating lope that he had maintained for the vast majority of the trip before having taken to the water way.

The sun had been set for several hours when the field finally came within view; Dagonet slowed, ears swiveling lazily atop his head. Various scents intermingled with one another here, but there were no other wolves within sight as he began prowling along the tree line. His sharp gaze scanned the field as he stalked through the shadows, nose twitching as he searched for some sign of their target. They only had a matter of hours to scour the territory and force the former alpha to leave with them; and they had to do it without being discovered.

[SAGE™]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Masq---MIDDLE.png] The large masked male slunk after the scarred leader. As his paws met the cool waves, a shiver shook through Masquerade. Soon it passed as it body adjusted to the sensitive water. His body trudged through the stream, keeping distance between him and Dagonet. Silently, Masquerade padded onto the shore shortly after Dagonet. Following his lead, he shook his pelt violently and quickly. The large white male trotted through the forest behind the darker male. Ears twitching, searching for any signs of anyone out here except for them. The setting sun had was slowly marking the time, and as Dagonet fasted his pace, Masquerade did the same. The silence was eerie, and somehow made the masked male nervous. What was out there, if anything? No, fear wouldn't be anything to him right now. Success. Silence. Success. Masquerade flattened his ears to his head, and sped a little so her was just a tail lengths behind Dagonet. If this male needed to order Masquerade, he could do so quietly. Everything here was different. The scents mingled, and as the two males streaked through the shadows, Masquerades eyes were scanning for anything that would declare danger to them. As he kept a quiet pace, Masquerade kept an emotionless face. No weakness here, no. Not now, not ever.

[V.ampyrx ♈]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Camellie---MIDDLE.png] Sadness filled the dull azure eyes of Camellia, icy flecks glimmering in the starlight, as she gaze into the night heavens. The stars silently glimmered back at her as if they were attempting to give her a quiet hope. Stars, shining through in the heart of an endless, expanding darkness. Or perhaps it was hopelessness. The vast darkness of space and the stars were being swallowed by the blackness. The white flower remained reserved and distance over the last weeks and months, keeping a serious, joyless demeanor. Sure, she threw a soft smile or a light joke to lighten her pack mates, but the heavy set air bearing down upon the good wolves of Traum practically suffocated traces of light, pure happiness. The Order was the blackness of the night skies and it would take all the stars to shine their way out. If the little dwarfs would explode into super novas. Lowering her head, paced to the center of the meadow. She had wandered away from her little group in Enchanted. For safety matters, the pack was set to sleep in groups of at least three, at least, it was recommended at least. Nights were uncomfortable for the fae. The uncomfortable feeling of impending doom itched beneath the skin of the former alpha. She fluffed her pelt out as she shook her neck; Camellia planted herself in the down, wrapping her tail around her as the breeze lifted tendrils into the cool night are. The grasses gently brushed against her. Something was particular wrong this night however. Something very wrong indeed. Yet, what was to go wrong this sad night? Camellia, though feeling something particular off and regretting her decision to wander off, ignored the feelings and began to pine away in her thoughts, allowing a quiet mutter to drift out of her lips, voice soft, still hopeful yet confident at the same time. Evil never wins...it can't win. “What is Traum coming to? Let me see this war come to an end...let me see the dark wolves fall...” The sweet bells of her voice drifted away with lower and lower volume as she spoke, her lids becoming heavier. Though she could not sleep quite yet, the drowsiness from her often sleepless nights wore her down. Sleepy eyed, she gazed at the heavens again, thinking for a deity to come and inspire the young fighters of Traum to fight against the black hearts of the dark wolves.