Battle Route

[Corprit]

The golden male sat perched on a rock, paws clenched onto the surface as if he was prepared for someonr to come and try to shive him off. Tail lay down out behind him, falling over the rock while head remained still with ears perked and mismatches eyes closed. The trees billowed in the wind as a strong wind threatened to topple the canine off his perch. Thick dark rain clouds hung in the air, threateneing rain soon to come. Bids had ceased chirping, giving the area a sense of dread. The thoughts of the comversation he had recently with Bandit fresh on his mind as one ear twitched.

Corprit sighed and opened his eyes to look at the clouds overhead. The stars weren't in veiw tonight. The scar along his left hind leg throbbed, sending a strike of pain up his spine. The mutt winced once, dropping his head low slightly and growling. Once the pain died down though he lifted his ead back up and ceased the noise, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to calm himself. All this talk of war was getting to him. He came here to get away from the war but battles followed him whereever he went. Maybe it was a curse set on him?

He flicked his tail once, head lifting with eyes still closed to the skies as a drop of rain hit him right in between his mismatched eyes. It felt good to feel the drops of rain on his pelt. It was as if they were washing away his worries and sins. Corprit knew this feeling would only last so long. The thoughts came back eventually.

[Arrow]

A clean limp had settled gently for the night in the mutts legs. She had battled her way through Aryian, and leading her self to Youkol for the past weeks, non-stop. Her muscles thrived, pads with ripped and swollen. Rain slowly trickled from the sky in plump drops instead of needle like. Beads of rain tore from the skies and plundered down onto her like magic. No, it was pouring. A yelp of panic, and she quickly jolted to the side and was quickly engulfed by shimmering blue reflections of the water. She looked up. A wide, thick black lining traced the ceiling. Rock, maybe? Hm. That proved it. It was a hidden den and she must not have noticed. But then she turned, a flick of pain drizzling down her body from the heavy weight of such a rain. What? A waterfall? She backed up a more over and eight feet and rumped into a wall. "OOP!" She ruffed and wobbled slightly.

Slightly bewildered, she shook her shaken and fairly wet, might I add, slim bodice around, shaving the walls of moss and blessing it with beading and rivers of water. The wolf dog padded over to a corner, scraped the moss from the walls and carried it to the floors, soon padding it with moss, then lurched back to the corner fretfully. She picked up some moss and reluctantly lumbered from the cave, being draped with the pool once more, and covered the rocks with moss and cob webs, and bolted back in side the den. This was to make it look owned, and there was claw marks in the rocks. She nestled into the moss draped corner, and peered around, and dropped, being suprised by a squish. She minded it not, and silently fell into a deep slumber, which seemed only a moreover of two awing minutes, which was really about a day and a half.
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As she walked from the cave once more, she shook as only few drops and beads of water flew and spattered the walls, continued through to her quest on joining a family or what ever the sort could be. Yet she still knew the dangers of the forest, and she never forgot them, and they were still pasted to her mind like glue and paper. And for that, she sighed, and warily peeked each way, then reluctantly continued. Though she was slightly tired and very hungry, she had a certain extent to reach. She was against the world, but she didn't care. She ment nothing to the world. To the world she was just one lone wolf. But to one lone wolf she was the world. This seemed to encourage her, and she quickly began to take pace happily, with high hopes and dreams...

With no one to take them away from her .... Right? She daintily fluttered through maps and swam through pouring rivers and steadily walked across bridges and jumped the steepest ledge to the highest ridge in the mountains. Finally reaching it. She was here. Youkol Wolf Pack. The slightly small continent and mass of land that still contained it's beauty though there was a whole lot of reluctant hope of a war soon to break. She leaped through the skies and barked happily, running into rocks and not caring, but biting them some times because they were mean. Childishly, she leaped onto a rock, wiggled her rump, leaped onto the highest hill she could find, then to a mountain side, crawled up it to the highest extent of a ledge ridging she could find, barked a few times happilly, wagged her tail, and leaped on it.

Staring down into the puniest and smallest earth she could see, she barked and made "awooawooawoowooowoo" sounds and nuzzled the earth friendlish. Then, a streak of adultness and drams flushed her body. She looked up into the sun, still aware that the unknown wolf who was any where to find, she was soon to meet maybe, could have saw a little wolf like figure from here(maybe). She woofed, threw her head back and howled, then leaped -- ... Foolishly. But she landed on another ledge. Then another.
And dropped to the ground. And she pawed forward a few more hours, and came across a yellowish dog, and pawed him in the side, obviously going to disturb him from his "ooom" thing. "Hi. I'm Arrow."

[Corprit]

OOC: This isn't a wolf pack. It's a DOG Pack

BIC:
Mismatched colroed eyes opened at the sound of a howl. Weather it was a wolf or some foolish dog he had yet to figure out. The dog shrugged off the sound as a mere creature wanting attention, closing his eyes and shook his head slightly. Rain on his whiskers didn't feel so good as some thought. Tail curled and unculred onto to curl back over his back. Vorprit had a tendency to do that when thinking too hard.

The scent of another difted into his nostrils. One eye opened as the canine pawed at his side. She sure was annoying. Lifted lifted slightly in annoyance as he dropped his head and stared at the female. "Do you mind, Arrow? I am trying to think about the upcomming war. Has Ravenholm accepted you into the Dog Pack?"