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DATE A new Alphess has been named in the West; Alphess Carinthia of Wacouta Pack
DATE Kalahiri has left a coordinated group of loners in ruins after a bloody battle - claiming both Alpha and Alphess. A new name rises in the night; Alphess Ashaunti.
DATE The great battle for Sardothien's Alphahood took place. Jürgen now claiming the title of Alpha.
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[attr="class","sparemain"]It was not often that Caelan found himself venturing beyond pack lands - perhaps back when he was but a curious prince he would convince others he had need to learn tho outside lands just as much as he did his own pack - however, ever since his demotion he had not stepped paw beyond the borders without the insistence of someone else. Perhaps it was the need of an escort to so much as leave the Caverns, or maybe he was purely more focused on Sardothien affairs now than he once was. Ironic, being that he had far less influence in them now than he ever had, far less reason to hold any interest. However, his reasons were his own, and he would keep it as such for now.
As it was, Caelan would admit it felt refreshing to set paw somewhere new. Sure, it was at the behest of the apothecary fae Yulia on insistence that if he was interested in learning herbs he ought to help collect them, rather than of his own free will. However, the Omega could not bring himself to mind. The air gave a refreshing chill to his lungs, far preferred over the almost stale existence within their home base, and a sight beyond eternally stretching stone and snow was almost a relief. The Beverdeen Marsh was hardly far from Sardothien borders - however, it was far enough to relieve some of the crawling sensation he had grown used to upon his hide as he resided there. The Marsh seemed far more peaceful, in a way, and Caelan could not help his maw curling in the slightest hint of pleasure as he accepted the distraction.
Surroundings sufficiently examined, the male returned his attention to the Apothecary he was accompanying, ears pricked toward her and eyes seemingly little beyond calm and open. "Well since we have arrived," he offered smoothly, slight amusement coloring his tone as he tilted his head just slightly to one side. "What will you have me help you find first?"
If Caelan was quite honest, he was glad to be out with Yulia that day. It surely beat being used for battle training or bait, and in his mind, was far more useful to the pack as well. Not only that, but the apothecary seemed elated by the idea of him learning her craft, and if he could garner just enough trust through her to get him out of the Omega rank...well, he'd spend as much time picking herbs and treating cuts as she so desired.
[attr="class","box2"]E llowynn, ever curious, couldn't keep herself away from the swamps that her old home had been plentiful of. She'd just woken from a weird ass dream and that did her no good will. Kind of pissed her off, actually. What the hell does that even mean?! A broken crown my ass. What, is it just a literal broken crown? Or is it a fallen prince? 'Cause I would rather have the prince! I would rather have someone to protect me, than have to fight for myself to be honest. Her thoughts started to spiral as her paw steps became more and more rapid. Claws sank into mud when her paws touched the ground, a grimy feeling going through her numb body and making a repulsive squelch!.
When she heard voices though, her running came to an ultimate stop and her feet to go tumbling out from under her. She was then tossed onto a dry mound and possibly into an unsuspecting Cael. "AHHHHHHH!!" A voice made a nails came screeching onto the unsuspecting wolf that stood before her. Her scream was interrupted with a mouthful of reeds that were just behind the wolf she'd run into, although she thought she smelled a longing scent coming from the brute. Also, DAMN HE'S HOT. Lookit them muscly shoulders, them strong thighs. Her mouth watered just lookin' at 'em!
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[attr="class","sparemain"]Almost as soon as the question had left his maw, the male's amusement faltered at the sound of rushing pawsteps. Ears flicking to the side, the male swung his head around to catch sight of whoever might be approaching, almost expecting a beating yet again from one of his packmates, only to see a blurr of white skidding toward him. Registering no time to so much as jump aside, the male did as much as his reflexes allowed in the moments he had, lowering his stance and bracing for impact.
Rather than a full on attack, however, the male found himself knocked into the mud but far from pinned. Instead, the white blur of fur and claws tumbled over him into the reeds with a scream, leaving him simply blinking in shocked surprise. Despite the start he had been given, however, Caelan's experience in fights saw him quick to leap to his feet and whirl upon the stranger with teeth bared and tail rising slightly - only to see a small snowy fae staring up at him with not a hint of aggression. Quite honestly, she looked just as stunned as he felt, and the male found himself staring back at her for a moment as his lips fell back to cover his fangs and his hackles slowly lowered. By the time his bearings returned to him, the male felt amusement bubble up into a chuckle, shaking water and mud from his dampened fur.
"Well that was quite an entrance," he laughed, mirth glimmering in his green eyes as he brought his muzzle closer to her own, aiming to lock his gaze onto her's as a smirk settled upon his face. "Never known a fae to fall for me quite so quickly, but I suppose I can't complain," for a moment the male sounded somewhat seductive, though his tone held a playful tint that fell into a laugh as he pulled back again to give her room to stand, a clear show that he was purely fooling around rather than quite so serious.
Recalling his herb scented company, Caelan spared an amused glance toward the Apothecary, likely just as surprised as he was by the arrival of the unknown female, before his attention returned to the snowy wolfess. "I do hope you didn't hurt yourself....?" he added smoothly, trailing off with a questioning tone and a tilt of his head in aim to prompt for the fae's name.
Yulia's strides matched her company flank-to-flank as they made their way down the mountain and past the borders, finally emerging into the ever-marshy area of Beverdeen. Personally, she liked it here; though the backwater and mud made for an ugly landscape, she appreciated the fishy scents and soggy leaves (maybe she could tolerate this because her nose was routinely buried in herbs). This was also where she found her peppermint, and the pleasantly cool, sweet plant was always a welcome sight.
She had also come here for deadly nightshade, but she hadn't told Caelan that. Her poisons were secretive. But she welcomed his presence on the excursion nonetheless, pleased to teach him her expertise.
Pushing through a patch of reeds, Yulia turned to answer the Omega's question, instead catching a bolt of white tackle into him. She lept back in time to avoid being bowled over as well, but it left her tense and bristling, her legs splayed low to the ground, ready to push off at a moment's notice. Her ears rung from that infernal howl, pinned back against her skull.
"Gaurus!" she blurted, glaring at the fumbling white shape, angry at herself for being afraid. It was just a clumsy lupa. That was all.
Caelan's chuckle relaxed Yulia's hypertense muscles a smidgen, but she still eyed the newcomer warily. This was no weak, bitter, blind wanderer. But if the Omega wasn't worried, perhaps Yulia shouldn't be either. They did outnumber the lupa, after all. Caelan's fighting capabilities were nothing to scoff at, either, though he was weaker than he should be. Yulia did everything she could to keep him fit, but control over an omega's well being was hard to hold onto.
She watched Caelan's display of tomfoolery with slight suspicion, but she understood the need to make fun every now and again. Yulia wasn't the most exciting company after all. She caught his amused glance with a furrowed brow, displaying her confusion and suspicions in one glance. She would let him speak. This violent reaction was unbecoming, or so her mother would say.
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