If a body falls, does it make a sound?

[Tyrothen]

Navy waves found themselves moving through the lush emerald with some unease. Lonliness was a companion for ages in time, though he was never truly by himself. Single parts of his bodice shuddered in opposition. Quickly, he gained control back, pushing onward. It was too much for him; he needed someone else to remind him he was who he was. Not the fake inside his mind, creeping over his vision, whispering words and obscenities into this personal thinkings. Tyrothen grumbled. He couldn't even think to himself, lest that thing capture his thoughts, cage them, and torture them until they revealed everything there was to know. It would twist them, turn them into hideous things that he knew he would have never dreamed of following through on, and fed them to him like fresh deer. No more.

That part of him grew nauseous at what he was about to do, quavering at the thread of its hold on him. You'll embarrass yourself... why would you want to make a blatant fool out of us? Turn your stupid ass around, and let's go have some hare. Low rumble, like bouncing rocks in a metal cage, emanated from his chest in reply, and he fought off the urge the thing was giving him. Mitts kept forward, no sign of retreat. A headache, a single sharpness straight through his temples, set the forest to flames. Navy form leaned against a sturdy tree with his fanged side, needing support from something, even if it weren't another of his kind. Push on... there's nothing else for you out there...[/color] Had his voice taken form, it would have shredded the bark with its coarseness. Again, he forced himself to advance, bi-colored orbs narrowed in determination. There would be no end until he found something to commit his listlessness to, and this was the only choice he had.

His voice box had been slighted early on in life; he could only howl on a good day. Perhaps, he had told himself, his head is where the other half of his voice had gone. Instead of notifying the royalty of the place with song, he could only allow his bum to rest on the ground and await with patience. The winds would have to be his messenger, carrying scent in its hands and offering it to the king or queen. Sloppily, he hadn't taken notice if he could smell any other within this clan at the border. It had taken much from him to get this far. As he sat, he felt the shadows in his crania retreat to the edges. It wanted him to play this little game of pack wolf, and ivory daggers peeked out from their sheath in response. Normalcy is what he need, but, well, in a place like this, there wasn't too much of that to go around.

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[Snow]

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The white wolf prowled through the lush forest, a place that he hardly ventured into because his pack decided that avoiding the forest and its obstacles would have made for a better hunt. It did, obviously, but it meant that the white wolf had no knowledge in terms of the foreign greenery. It did not matter to him much, since he decided to walk slowly through the forest, keeping his sights on the amazing plant life as his paw pads stepped on the soft ground. His tail swayed from left to right slowly, as he absorbed all of his sights and imprinted it into his brain. No matter how much he liked the cool snow and mountains that he usually prowled in, Mother Nature was still quite beautiful. Maybe it was the right choice to leave the pack after all. He hadn't been too happy with his friend in the pack, especially because of their behaviour and attitude. The only thing that really had made him happy and open in his pack was his sister, and since she's gone now... He gulped, no, he shouldn't be thinking of sad memories now, he should enjoy his new surroundings. It was then that he noticed the other wolf, leaning against a tree. Was he hurt? He didn't know, out all that the white wolf did know was that the stranger was alone, and it was his code to help others who are suffering or in trouble, so he approached the other wolf and asked, "Is something wrong?"

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[Tyrothen]

New scent tickled his nostrils, and auds listened for the approach of the stranger. This new being was not of this clan, as he had hoped. Tyrothen had been found by another lone wolf, a brute in fact. Maybe if you stand still long enough, he won't notice you! Ha! Silver-amber orbs rolled in reply. The other brute would be stupid to not find him. Tyrothen could only hope this newcomer would not be the type to stroke his bad side. He'd hate to have to spill blood on clan lands without even being in the clan.

Male voice rebounded in his head; one eye twitched. Wrong? Do you have a voice in your head, whetting your hunger for obscenities? ...no. You look too righteous. He grumbled at these thoughts, knowing that he was the only one afflicted by the malicious shadows of thinkings. A raspy sigh escaped his maw. Did this brute deserve his answer? Was there a part of him that cared? Tyrothen searched a moment, and found that the answer was yes. Normalcy, regularity, blah, blah. Eat his face off already.

Large bodice turned, steely eyes spotted by fire landed upon the white brute. He placed the spike protruding from his elbow facing the new guy, in case he had meant harm.A fight would be good, loosen you up some! Orbs fell into a sort of glare, perhaps annoyed that his solitude, if you could call it that, had been interrupted by one other than someone who could grant him acceptance into these lands. Alas, he had been judged worthy of at least one answer to his query, and Tyrothen was always good for his word. "Nothing is wrong." Gravely voice gurgled out the answer, but nothing more. Ponder, Tyrothen did, what the snowy thing was doing in the forest. Did he also seek acceptance or was he the heaven's saint to cure him of his ailment? Fat chance anything could cure you of me. Haha.

Focusing, Tyrothen gathered thought that were not yet tainted. What would a normal wolf say to make conversation to another? The headache was slowly returning. Tyrothen grasped one sentence and held it close in his mind, reading it, studying it, attempting to force it out of his voice box. "You... are not from here... are you seeking to live here as well?" A rough cough exited his throat, his voice scraping against itself within, as if conversing with this brute was poison to kill him. His "nothing is wrong" was seeming more like a lie the more this went on, and a pang of guilt rung hard inside his chest, for he had not meant to do wrong to the other wolf. "I apologize." For what, he wasn't sure, but he felt an apology was needed. Tyrothen could feel the apparition in his head laughing at him, and he looked away, ashamed.

[Akira Foxe]

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[STYLE=text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; border: 0px; height: 550px; margin-left: 5px; color: #000000; line-height: 0.9; overflow: auto;]It had been a long day for the gray wolf who ruled thee lands. Though the summer was in full swing, her coat hadn't shed out much this season and still held on to her winter coat in watches. She looked fluffy and slightly durranged and it bothered her. Not to mention that it itched. She spent a lot of time grumbling to herself and scratching against trees to try and get the remaining fur out of her coat. As it stood now, Akira was patrolling her territory and was kind of in a bland mood. She stopped every once and a tree or bush. As she walked she hummed to herself softly, as was her way when a strange scent caught her nose....and it was coming from the direction of her favorite scratching tree. The tree was great for relieving even her worst itch with it's dense shag bark and these scents were unfamiliar. Sticking to the shadows and being careful to not make too much nose, Akira began to track the others. It wasn't long until her blue teal eyes caught site of her quary and she was treated with two wolves. One snowy white and the other a dark, navy blue. Both were male but about her size. She crept closer, listening to their conversation and it didn't seem that they wanted to cause her, or her her pack and it had come time to make herself known. Walking from the shadows, she carried her tail and head high. "You have come to the land of the Tosrada clan. I am the rules of these lands and my name is Akira. Please, tell me your names and your intentions in my lands."

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[Myst Stonewalker]

(Hope nobody minds if I stick a leopard into a wolf meeting.)

For Myst, having grown up in mountainous terrain where the plants were rarely taller than her shoulder, the forest of soaring deciduous trees was like another world. She padded quietly among the ancient trunks, feeling the newly-sprouted grass under her paws. Her pale seafoam eyes roamed over the forest, never staying still. The trees were so tall. "I wonder how long they took to grow." she said quietly. Tundra never became too warm for too long, and she knew enough about to plants to know that they didn't grow in cold weather.

Her ears flicked once as she heard the sounds of approaching paws. Curious, Myst lifted her muzzle and sniffed the air, then snorted, suddenly worried. Wolf. She had never seen wolves up close, but she had seen them running across the plains, bringing down prey much bigger than themselves with frightening teamwork. Snow leopards were solitary hunters, to her, an entire group of wolves was all the more to worry about.

Frantic, she looked about for a place to hide. A thick tree caught her eye, with rough bark and broad branches. It wasn't exactly a rocky crag, where her fur could blend in until she was almost part of the rock, but it would do. She trotted over to the tree, dug her claws in, and began laboriously hauling herself up the trunk. She had only just stretched herself out on a branch when a wolf came into view, a navy-colored creature with a spike coming from one leg. She leaned forward, memorizing what it looked like. It looked a lot like a big fox, which she had seen up close, but with a broader muzzle and thicker muscles. The long, powerful legs obviously let it run for a long time. But how could something that color sneak up on prey? Maybe it doesn't need to, thought Myst. Maybe it just runs prey to exhaustion. She couldn't visualize herself doing the same thing, though. Leopards were ambush predators. She turned her head as another wolf made itself visible, this one a cloud-white color. They were both males, she could tell that from their voices. Myst's ears craned forward, listening in. He wanted to live here? Not her choice of home, but she wasn't a wolf.

A third wolf joined them, this one a grey female with teal markings. Myst was intrigued by the apparent variation in color wolves possessed. Nothing quite like my spots, she thought with a bit of feline pride. She inched along the branch ever so slowly, trying to hear better. The female was the leader of a clan called Tosrada? So wolves did live in groups. Myst's paw unconsciously rested on another, much thinner and smaller branch as she moved forward. Before she could react, the little branch snapped under her weight. She moved back, managing to avoid an embarrassing fall, but the stick plonked the teal male squarely on the nose. "Oops..." Myst said quietly, flattening herself along the branch. The dappled shadows of the leaves gave her some camouflage, but if any of them looked up, it would be hard to miss the cat.

[Snow]

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The white wolf was silent when the stranger told him that nothing was wrong, it didn't look nor sound that things were right, especially not with that spike coming out of his right elbow, but if the stranger refused to tell him what was wrong, then Snow shouldn't pester him. It would only make matters worse and a fight might ensue, which was exactly what Snow didn't want. "I--" Snow was then interrupted by the arrival of new wolf, one with strange green markings around her body, as he was about to answer the first wolf. The new wolf was quite rude, but he thought it would be better to answer her first rather than to be kicked out of the beautiful forest, "I am Snow, fellow wolf, and I am only here to enjoy the scenery. I do not mean harm to you nor your clan and I have no intention to invade your territory," he confessed. To be honest, Snow had only heard of clans from his pack, and had never met or seen one in person before. Was the strangely marked wolf really telling the truth about the forest being her territory and if the clan really existed? Or was the wolf just one who was greedy about their relaxing surroundings and intended to drive out anyone who entered? No, the wolf didn't look like she had evil intentions, and if she did, she would have never talked so professionally to the two. No, she was the real deal. When the first wolf apologized, Snow shook his head, "There is nothing for you to apologize for, my friend, you have done nothing wrong," he said. He wondered, though, what the first wolf was apologizing about. It was weird to see a wolf apologize out of nowhere, but that was all that Snow could say to the first wolf for now. Oh, and, "It is good to meet you all," Then a stick appeared from above and struck the first wolf on the nose. Snow's ears twitched with the sudden sight, and with his senses, he was able to hear something, or most likely someone, from above. Snow growled instinctively at the one above, ears back, and noticed the leopard on the tree. The leopard didn't look like it was agitated or the sort, but it was better safe to prepare himself than sorry. Although, he would leave the conversation to the strangely marked wolf. It is her territory, after all, so she had the choice to either drive out the leopard or not.

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[Tyrothen]

The leader, presumably, of this area appeared to them. She had not seemed insulted that no wolf had made a call to her, sent word that they were invading her lands and for her to come. Time had not marched on long before her appearance, which impressed him some. She was alert to her lands, and no slouch at it. Or maybe she just had the luck of being nearby to smell your stink! Akira questioned their intentions and he looked to the side, embarrassed. "I am Tyrothen, My Lady, and I wish to join your ranks here." That hideous tone that was his voice exited his throat, like gravel grinding against a chalkboard. "I would have called you, Akira... but my voice does not allow for it." Tyrothen offered an explanation to her, and whether she would take it or not was up to her. The fact was, he was unable to perform the song that most wolves were known for, and that in itself made him less of a wolf.

The snowy brute, ironically or coincidentally named Snow, replied to his apology by pushing it aside. He'd done nothing wrong, yet. All in due time... all in due time, my sweet. Tyrothen shook his head in an attempt to stop the words and thoughts. He spoke simply, "Indeed, it's a pleasure," in reply to the brute's greeting. Though, strange to him was the fact that Snow had not mentioned any intention of making this place his home. He was only here to enjoy the foliage? That seemed like a weak excuse to invade another wolf's territory. Couldn't he just have admired from the borders? Entering seemed a little... naive.

Suddenly, a crack attacked his ears from above. Before he could whip his massive crania to the trees above, one of them smacked him across the snout. Air built up in his chest and was released in an angry roar, the abrasive noise echoing among the trees. His eyes turned to steel flecked by the burning embers of a wildfire. He scanned the branches, forgetting about the other two, needing to find what had assaulted him. Navy waves appeared to be crashing ocean, the silver tips that became more visible further down his back becoming visible as his fur raised. The fire of his eyes laid upon a spying leopard, trying to hide herself from his wrath. "Come down here, wench. Answer for yourself!"

He backed up a few yards, and faced his shoulder spike towards the tree. Tyrothen ran at full pace, and forced that momentum and all 233lbs of him into the trunk of the tree. A snarl was plastered what seemed permanently on his face. Calm down! There is no need for this! Surely it was an accident! He tried to regain control of himself, but it was something hard to do when anger was involved. He fought and clawed at the darkness, but it was just so blinding. "A leopard spying in a clan designated land does not bode well for anyone..." The teal brute began circling the tree, eyes trained on the feline. His surroundings faded back into consciousness, and an aud faced the two other wolves as he awaited the leopard's descent.

[Kite]

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[Myst Stonewalker]

-will post once Riley gets a chance to-