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Post by Leafshadow on Jun 13, 2009 18:32:52 GMT -5
((I think we should start it now ;D We can always make more plots afterwards!))
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Post by Saberstar on Jun 14, 2009 15:21:24 GMT -5
((Start said plot!))
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Post by Owlwing on Jun 14, 2009 15:42:45 GMT -5
((Woot! okay so like everyone says we should start the plot!))
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Post by Leafshadow on Jun 14, 2009 19:21:09 GMT -5
((Yeah! What are we waiting for?))
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Post by Owlwing on Jun 14, 2009 19:31:02 GMT -5
((Umm.........okay lets start.....NOW!))
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Post by Echostar on Jun 22, 2009 17:56:01 GMT -5
((Aaaaaaaaaaaaand.... HERE WE GO!!!))
Zara snapped her eyes open, her nose already working furiously. Something wasn't right. She tore out of her den and out into the camp. Aztec and Abury were standing face to face at the edge of the camp. Without hesitation, Zara sprinted over, her expression not one of pleasure. "So you two are here. Now where the hell is Amri?" she growled, switching her fierce gaze from one wolf to the other and back.
Aztec was the first to answer. "He's.... gone," she replied, clutching her staff tighter. "He left this morning."
Zara's eyes narrowed, her fists clenching tighter. "And does anyone know where he went?" she growled again, this time, anger creeping into her tone.
Aztec shook her head. "I have no idea," she replied, rubbing her head. "He just sort of... took off. Not a word to anyone."
"I see," Zara growled yet again, her voice trailing off at the end. "Now find him!" she snapped at Abury. "I don't care WHAT the hell you have to do. Drag him back here, I don't care! But you'd better be back in five days time or you will be VERY sorry!" she hissed. With that, she turned around and rushed over to the pack den. "I want four of you to go hunting and another two to go on a patrol!" she screeched down the tunnel. "Now!" After giving her orders, she turned back around. "Aztec, go with Abury and make sure she doesn't hurt herself." Without hesitation, she practically flew back into her den.
Aztec frowned and growled. "Come on Abury. Let's go now before we get caught up in the rest of her rage." She turned around and headed for the forest, not waiting for Abury to follow.
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Post by Owlwing on Jun 26, 2009 22:06:36 GMT -5
Abury ran after Aztec. I knew she would not be happy...... "Hey Aztec, Amri looked like he was going into someone elses borders.....we can't just do that or we are dead."
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Post by Echostar on Jun 29, 2009 8:36:29 GMT -5
Aztec whipped around and growled fiercely at Abury, shoving her face in her's. "Listen pup, it's YOUR fault that Amri went as far as he did. If you hadn't chased after him and just let him cool down for a few days, he would still be within our borders. Now Zara has sent us to bring him back. I am NOT disobeying her orders. If YOU want to go back and tell her that we can't finish the task simply because Amri went over the border, then be my guest. When she tears your pelt off then uses it as a rug in her den, then maybe you'll learn a lesson." After her rant, Aztec whipped back around and tore ahead through the trees. That damn pup is gonna be the end of us if she doesn't learn how Zara works. She either needs to get her head straight or leave.
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Post by Owlwing on Jun 29, 2009 12:15:01 GMT -5
Abury ran after Aztec. Well she did not have to be so mean about it.......
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Post by Echostar on Jun 29, 2009 12:16:59 GMT -5
Aztec came to a halt as she reached to border. Haunted Whispers isn't going to like this, but if Amri went this way, maybe one of the pack members saw him. She lept over the thorn bush and continued through the unfamiliar territory. Amri, don't do anything stupid. Please.
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Post by Owlwing on Jun 29, 2009 12:19:23 GMT -5
Abury followed her.....I really don't have a good feeling about this.
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Post by Saberstar on Oct 30, 2009 13:41:55 GMT -5
Amri limped on, his eyes starting to dull as the flame that had previously lit them melted away. His right paw ached, damn Scar...that brute gave me quite a bite but I wasn't going to leave that easily. he sniffed to himself, his pace slowing as he approached a flat silver rock. He sprang onto its surfave picking up his right paw with his left as he worked at it with his tongue, cleaning the open sores on his fingers.
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