Journey to the West

“I don’t have a favorite season” Crimson returned as he kept his gaze focused directly upon Adena‘s figure. “However, I do not mind winter as much as I do the rest I suppose.” He added before finally allowing himself to glance over his shoulder and see Cinnamon begin to converse with Gale as well as female he did not quite recognize. Quietly he sat observing the female, but soon found himself losing interest as he finished gathering what he could from the outside image alone and placing it into his memory. “What do you like doing?” Crimson asked this time choosing a question he knew he would be able to answer while also learning more about the Scout.

(Crimson is just so awful.. :D)

Kira turned her gaze to Cinnamon as she head her bark- but quickly moved them from her as a lone female caught her gaze. The ebony female perked her ears, beginning hastily towards her. Upon closer examination, the alphess realized that the female looked quite like herself, minus a few markings. "Your name?" she asked curtly, flicking her tail behind her.

{super lame- but its hard to think when you have a spazzy kitten to calm! }

|Eclipse orbs flickered to a black female. She slowly raised herself from the grouund hoping it's not another female she spoke softly.| "I'm Eclipes. I'm in search of a pack."|Eclipse tail swayed back and forth looking at the female. She looked almost like herself, only difference was the eyes and the markings. She wanted to know if she was going to get accepted or not. Well she was going have to wait till she met the Alpha, where is the alpha she thought wanting to meet her.|

Phantom smiled at Ice's words "Oh really now? I dont know if you could keep up with the ghost here." The white brute liked to run but he wasnt really the racing type now of days. Even though he was only three years of age, he somewhat considered himself old because of living alone and raising himself in the wilderness for so long. He was forced to fight, hunt, and den all alone. Feding for himself might seem easy due to his sher size but thats a big ol NO.



(Lame^^)

|Eclipse blinked hearing she was the alpha. Feeling slow for a second Eclipse sat down aswell listening to the Alpha introduce herself.| "Nice to meet you." |She said slightly bowing her head in respect. It felt right not wanting to cause any trouble. This has been the first pack she had entered to joining a pack and even her first pack. She listen to the fae question and thought about it for a second.| "Well this will be my first pack I will be joining, and this territory seems nice so why not ?" |She said with a slight smile as her orbs flickered around her. It was normal for her to always be on a look out from being a loner her whole life.|

Spirit's intense blue gaze swept across the pack as once again everyone seemed to begin mingling. BlackIce appeared to be being courted by some strange, white male. Though she couldn't place a name to him and knew he wasn't one of the pack the face was familiar. She had stumbled upon him a few days before the fire broke out. A soft smile crossed her muzzle before quickly vanishing as she looked around once more. Her gaze found an awkward bunch; Adena, Crimson and Cinnamon. Cinnamon's love for Crimson was very obvious. The scholar wasn't trying to hide it at all - something Spirit considered rather brave of her. Cinnamon was reaching out to Crimson, though Spirit had to reason with herself. Sometimes Cinnamon's ways of trying to impress Crimson could come off a obnoxious or irritating but she was only trying to show him her feelings. But if they feeling wasn't mutual Spirit felt it was time the female moved on; looked for another wolf that perhaps will be her true love match.

Shaking her head, a slight growl emitted from Spirit's throat. Talk had been brought up of leaving, everyone had even begun to gather around but now they were all distracted. "Typical." Spirit scoffed. Movement within the crowd caught Spirit's eye. Turning her head to the source she spotted Gale. He seemed to be searching for someone, or something though he soon became distracted and wandered off to yet another stranger. An ebony female that was lurking in the shadows was being confronted by several members, including Kira. Though none meant harm - Spirit was assured - she couldn't help but feel the loner should be left alone with Kira. It would be intimidating to hover around her and in Spirit's mind slightly rude. Shaking her fur Spirit rose to her paws. Turning her back to the pack she trotted up a small hill, coming to a stop and sitting once she was on top. It gave her a great view, something she enjoyed. Up here she could keep an eye out for an unwanted company but also keep the pack in her sight, and her in theirs.

[Lame..]

Everyone gets up, rallies... Then goes off into la-la land. Linnëa grumbled inwardly, her sapphire eyes flitting to each side of the area they were temporarily settled in. Maybe I'll scout forward and look around at the places around us. Sitting here and socializing, or flirting like some of these wolves, is not my thing. Especially... Flirting. Her gaze then was upon Cinnamon, and she held a straight face at her before turning away. Love... She scoffed to herself, snorting audibly. True, it was summer, and then came fall and winter, but flirting now? It wasn't even winter yet, and nowhere near spring. She understood though, the feeling of happiness was hard to achieve. But that had crumbled her once, and now she remained immune to the feeling. She did not deserve it, and accepted that. Maybe that's why the territory had burned down, a vengeful act by mother nature herself.

Besides that, on that topic, she didn't really see many whom would be interested in her anyways. There was a ratio of more females than males, which made the prospect further unlikely. So she shrugged, and switched topic in her mind. To avert her attention to the awkward subject, she stood and began to walk slowly into the summer sun, squinting as the beams of heat and light stabbed her eyes. Now for her favorite thing, her favorite place to sleep.

Sunbathing.

Linnëa laid on the ground, rolling onto her side so her entire left side and belly were exposed to the warmth. Her scar, now a missing patch of fur, showed on her left shoulder. It was a reminder of the tree that had been pushed on her in the fire, a reminder of the burning flames. A reminder in general. She disliked it. But she would not give it up, it seemed of a sentimental value. The last remainder of the territory for her, and perhaps even a battle scar. A battle with fire. Not that anyone had won, the fire had died out and she ended up under a tree. Ironic.

(Some one should pester her a bit. XD)

When the female seemed to completly ignore her comments, Cinnamon gave up. With a sigh she padded away only to stop moments later in a small clearing. The master scholar was laying in the sun, exposing her burned shoulder, which Cinnamon pointedly ignored, sensing the female wished her to do so.

"Linnea" She greeted the other wolf warmly "Do you mind if I join you in that sun and use you as a listening post to clear my head?"

"Linnëa, do you mind if I join you in that sun and use you as a listening post to clear my head?"


Linnëa chuckled at the comment. A smile poked at her face, and she stretched out, extending her legs apart as they could move and arching her neck, sprawling further in the grass for a few moments. She then curled up, allowing room for the scholar to lay down. "Go ahead, I won't mind. I could use a good conversation" She replied, laying her tail over her paws and resting her head fully in the warm day light. She loved it, the warmth, it reminded her of the memories far back, though dim, it reminded her of her mother. She did not remember much of her, but remembered a simple grey female with a soft voice and blue eyes like hers. Then brought memories of her father, and of her coat origin. He was funny, with bright green eyes instead, and yet leaderly and so on.

She missed her old home, but in this new place there were more different than her. Not that she disliked having similar people around her, wolves whom stuck with the older ways of the forest and did not enjoy change, but she loved originality.

I guess, She mused to herself, that this place does have it's.. Benefits.

"Go ahead, I won't mind. I could use a good conversation"

She replied quietly "Thanks". Drawing a breath she began "This might be a bit random, but have you ever had someone you wished to be mate to?.." Then she sighed "That's what its like for me around Crimson. We were in another pack together and one of the others teased us about being Mates."

Dear Sunny Bunny

"Gradually, though I denied it flatly, I fell in love with Crimson. All through our treck to the Winter Den, I stuck by him and courted, though discreetly. Then it just fell to pieces... I got too friendly infront of the others and he shook me off. That was when I confessed my feelings" She shook her head, bowing it in pain "I can still hear his words; 'Cinnamon, I'm sorry, but I only like you as a friend'" She broke off to swallow misery, then continued "It broke me, hearing that. Crimson, I'd never felt so right with someone before, like we could live together... Not even with the wolf I had been Mate to, had borne pups to..."

Cinnamon shook herself "When the pack crumpled wandered and joined this one, fully willing to start a new life with new hopes. Then Crimson arrived and everthing flooded back, accompanied by hope that his feelings had changed." She sighed again "But they haven't, and I'm in peices; my brain tells me to forget him, give him up... My heart, it says 'Keep trying, stay close, prove yourself and then he'll love you'... And I can't disobey."

She looked into Linnea's eyes, desperate "Help me" She begged, breaking down "I don't know what to do"

"Sounds like a fine mess.." Linnëa murmured, her gaze lowering slowly to the summer grass for a few moments. "I did have a mate once. Once. Then, he simply dumped me for another female. He's... gone." she said, pushing herself to her paws. Discomfort stirred within her, and she stared at Cinnamon. For a few moments she held eye contact, in deep thought, staring at nothing and everything all at once. A copper taste entered her mouth, and she wrinkled her nose at the taste, narrowing her eyes. Her eyes shifted from one spot to the other.

"I can't help you. I'm not good with mates. " She said, her tone short. Painful memories stabbed at her, snarls echoing in her mind. She closed her eyes, reliving the most painful words of all.

"I don't need an old hag like you. You are no herbalist.. You are more like a witch! My new mate has shown me that..."

Then, she remembered the corruption that had shown in both of those wolves eyes that day. Her mate had once been gentle. But on that day, something else had taken over him. She opened her eyes, and stared into space for a few moments, contemplating for the first time ever what may have gripped the two wolves that day. They had been angry for no reason, insulting, deranged. Recognition hit her like the tree that had toppled on her.

"Rabies..." She whispered, staring at Cinnamon. "I have to go think. Bye!" She yipped, a sudden weight pulled off of the female's back. After a few moments, she turned and simply galloped into the forest, noticing dimly the form of another wolf leaving the pack forever, but too consumed in her jumbled thoughts to think about it.

Perhaps I could help
Cinnamon snapped her head up at the strange voice, coming face to face with a strange male. By her side she saw Linnea go rigid, enlarging her size in intimidation.

"One such as me does not need help to piece together her past... Greetings, I am Linnëa, the master Scholar of Banishing Winds Pack... What is your business here?"

Slowly she rose to her feet, nudging Linnea firmly to ask her to leave it be, whispering to her as she did so "I think he was talking to me Linny... I'm sorry if I've stirred up bad memories, but don't take it out on him"

Then she adressed the male "Welcome stranger-whose-name-I-do-not-know, but would like too. I'm not sure if you could help me in this matter, but, assuming my Lead of Rank and the Alpha finds you acceptable, would be willing to help you find your feet in this pack." Carefully she backed up, allowing Linnea front place and ducking her ears in submission.

(Please disregard me and Mirage's posts, I asked her and we both thought the rank title was Cinnamon's profile picture and mistook her for a white colored wolf. This is what confused me and her alike. I'm deleting all of the posts related (Including Mirage's) because of this. )

Kira listened intently, her pale eyes wide as she pondered whether the accept the female. She chuckled softly at the mention of the territory, "It once was, but that is why we must move soon. There's nothing left now that it has been burned down" she said, sighing as she looked to it again. "I shall accept you, but don't stray too far, we will be leaving soon" she said, getting to her paws with a smile. She turned slowly, taking small steps back towards the others.

{Sorry it took me so long again. Won't happen again, I promise XD}

The ghostly white brute laughed "I guess we can race now." He began to stretch out his long legs and tail. Ready to run as if his life were about to end. He shook his large head and muttered something softly under his breath so that only he was able to hear. He grunted as his shoulders cracked. The white brute swished his tail from left to right. His long tail was always used for those hard ninety degree turns or any turns at that point. "I mind as well kjust say it now, sorry if I run you over. Im kinda of a trail-hog"



The brute sighed and thought to himself, Please dont let me mess this one up! Or at least run Ice over.

"Are you alright?" Linnëa asked the female who now sat only feet from her. She had just watched the amusing female tumble down the hill. Cracking a smile suddenly, she leaned forward, sniffing her for a moment. Then she froze with thought, and breathed in releif, leaning away from her to sit down. A pack member, and no blood from the perfect barrel roll. However, she smelled adrenaline, which meant either she was being chased by a monster, or the more likely result, racing. The very word racing made her want to run in circles, perhaps jump a few logs, or simply start running like a mad cow.

She was obviously changed, releived. She had not really murdered, but her mate and the female had gained rabies. After thinking long and hard, it became more and more likely, because her mate at the time had not been simply leaving her. No, he had a different intention Linnëa never saw, but now she remembered the flickering madness in his eyes at that moment. Had she not killed him and his insane mate whom he had caught the sickness from, her entire home could have had an epidemic. Further than that, it saddened her to know she left her home for nothing and had no way back. The irony in that very thought made her sick. But she was not a murderer, she did kill but now she saw some justice further than him going against every normal law of her old pack. She was so numbed by this she was able to look over that she did lose it at that time, and that brought her profound happiness.

Her blue eyes seemed brighter, and the grey hairs she had caught from the stress seemed to fade away, but not right at that moment. No, it was herself, her mind imagining herself healing within. she remained the same on the outside, but on the inside she was renewed. A noticable trait was that already she was more outgoing and social than she ever thought possible.

"Sorry I went in your personal space to smell you, I was seeing if you were bleeding.. And if you were a pack member. Feel free to swat me with a paw. " She winked in a joking way to the confounded female.