Eight padded quickly along down the trail, around the den rock, stopping here or there to brush himself off and shake out, getting his fur as neat as he could along his way. Not that the effort availed him, his shaggy mane would have none of it especially since his winter coat was almost fully in now.
The moon was making its ascent into the sky now, hanging huge over the entire world, boasting its borrowed light for all to see. The bright white surface was beaming down on the world, bathing everything in the same white light.
The night was cold tonight, Eight's breath hung in the air as he went along, but the days warmth still seeped up from the ground. The dirt trail, every rock and blade of grass still felt warm beneath his paws as he hurried up the trail toward the east. There was an off-shoot of the Mesa where the Clan made their home. It was like a miniature Mountain range, that smaller gathering of earthy protrusions was the howling rock. Trails wound all the way to the top, trees sprouted here and there and clung to the edges in sparse patterns. This is where the entire pack would be tonight.
Eight was still a little bewildered by the events of the evening so far. He had only just woken up from his long day before, and anticipating work... well, he honestly didn't know quite how to handle Stern's generosity. It was uncommon. It would be a lie for Eight to say that the whole thing wasn't a little... unsettling. But he took the night all the same.
He hadn't passed a single soul on the way to the howling rock. As he approached the outstretched bases, he still didn't see anyone nearby. But through the jutting rocks and scattered trees he could hear it all. It was certainly a gathering of merry wolves. Some light howling between what sounded like maybe a handful had already begun to get the party kicked off. Apart from that, his ears picked up laughter and various hoots and hollers, Cheering on of the howlers and general chatter, though at this distance it was little more than white noise.
The shaggy brown wolf stopped just shy of the mountain base to catch his breath. He had been padding along at a quick pace, he didn't want to show up and appear to have ran there, or even be as nervous as his heart reminded him that he was. It pounded in his chest, though only partially from the travel there - the majority of the thudding that coursed through his body was from the single most important thought on his mind, and anyone with half a brain could guess that.
He stayed for a moment, there in the cool night air and gazed at the moon as he collected his thoughts.
With a single deep huff, he took his eyes from the glowing orb in the sky and steered them up the path before him. This was it, no time for pre-party jitters now.
"Here we go." He said through his drawl and with a single step began his walk up the winding path to his goal.
Step after step, he heard his own paws hit the ground beneath him, shuffle a fine layer of dirt out of the way and repeat the process until the distant sounds became closer and closer and distinct enough to drown his steps out entirely.
Patting down his shaggy head fur once more, he rounded a final rock and saw the trail widen, and with it, crowds and groups dotting it here and there.
He'd be passing by many familiar faces, and many he was only acquainted with.
Anyone he had seen so far didn't seem to have any particular trend in their group. Betas, Deltas, Omegas - all mixed. He didn't see but a few Alphas until he was further up the trail.
At first his presence went unnoticed, but that could be attributed to his distance, and the distractedness of the groups.
Once he came closer and began to pass by, he got looks here and there and even a few people calling out to him.
His head perked up from its droopy state as he became acknowledged. He was happy that they all welcomed him there at the Howl, despite his not being a full-fledged Clan member.
His jitters faded off and he shot back responses to everyone who had something to say, and even to those who didn't. His true inner nature was coming right back out, fun-loving Eight was now on the scene!
On the way up he saw Conner hanging with a group of mostly Betas, Eight simply pointed his paw at him and grinned. Conner gave a nod in return.
Eight traveled up the trail, meeting and greeting catching glances from the males and looks from the females. Everyone seemed pleased enough with his presence, and that made the night all the better.
The thumping in his chest stayed the same, but now it wasn't anticipation that kept it there, it was excitement!
All the hustle and bustle around him was fantastic! He'd never been a part of something so alive as this 'pack party', The Moonlight Howl.
With the exception of a few, everyone was there. Everyone had taken great care in grooming and preparing for the night. The females especially were pleasing!
More than once he caught himself staring on his way by.
His journey came to a stop shortly, about half way up the cliff sides as he trailed along, some familiar faces presented themselves. Zen and his usual group, as well as a few other faces he only knew of. The only exception to the group was that Lilac was not with them, but that was no reason to tread right past them.
Eight padded straight up to them with little hesitation, their conversations trailing on as he approached, he felt it only appropriate to interrupt,
"FELLAAAASS!" He called out, gaining the briefly surprised attention of each wolf in the group. They each called back with smiles and pleas of joy, Mingo a little more excitable than the others.
Eight swaggered over to them and found a spot to sit, receiving a pat on the shoulder from Zen, then Grunt.
"So, how're my boys doin' tonight?" Eight teased them with mock superiority and a noticeable cockyness.
The group laughed and carried on loudly through the night, scuffling and playing broke out time and again as Eight lost himself in the moment.
And in that moment, he was happy. In that moment, he was with his family again.
The night waned on now, brisk air surrounding each wolf, and the moon began to approach its peak. In only another hour, it would be prime howl time for the pack. More and more howls went up, more and more couples and groups began their own private howling sessions - but the evening was still young.
And what an evening it was shaping up to be.
The moon was making its ascent into the sky now, hanging huge over the entire world, boasting its borrowed light for all to see. The bright white surface was beaming down on the world, bathing everything in the same white light.
The night was cold tonight, Eight's breath hung in the air as he went along, but the days warmth still seeped up from the ground. The dirt trail, every rock and blade of grass still felt warm beneath his paws as he hurried up the trail toward the east. There was an off-shoot of the Mesa where the Clan made their home. It was like a miniature Mountain range, that smaller gathering of earthy protrusions was the howling rock. Trails wound all the way to the top, trees sprouted here and there and clung to the edges in sparse patterns. This is where the entire pack would be tonight.
Eight was still a little bewildered by the events of the evening so far. He had only just woken up from his long day before, and anticipating work... well, he honestly didn't know quite how to handle Stern's generosity. It was uncommon. It would be a lie for Eight to say that the whole thing wasn't a little... unsettling. But he took the night all the same.
He hadn't passed a single soul on the way to the howling rock. As he approached the outstretched bases, he still didn't see anyone nearby. But through the jutting rocks and scattered trees he could hear it all. It was certainly a gathering of merry wolves. Some light howling between what sounded like maybe a handful had already begun to get the party kicked off. Apart from that, his ears picked up laughter and various hoots and hollers, Cheering on of the howlers and general chatter, though at this distance it was little more than white noise.
The shaggy brown wolf stopped just shy of the mountain base to catch his breath. He had been padding along at a quick pace, he didn't want to show up and appear to have ran there, or even be as nervous as his heart reminded him that he was. It pounded in his chest, though only partially from the travel there - the majority of the thudding that coursed through his body was from the single most important thought on his mind, and anyone with half a brain could guess that.
He stayed for a moment, there in the cool night air and gazed at the moon as he collected his thoughts.
With a single deep huff, he took his eyes from the glowing orb in the sky and steered them up the path before him. This was it, no time for pre-party jitters now.
"Here we go." He said through his drawl and with a single step began his walk up the winding path to his goal.
Step after step, he heard his own paws hit the ground beneath him, shuffle a fine layer of dirt out of the way and repeat the process until the distant sounds became closer and closer and distinct enough to drown his steps out entirely.
Patting down his shaggy head fur once more, he rounded a final rock and saw the trail widen, and with it, crowds and groups dotting it here and there.
He'd be passing by many familiar faces, and many he was only acquainted with.
Anyone he had seen so far didn't seem to have any particular trend in their group. Betas, Deltas, Omegas - all mixed. He didn't see but a few Alphas until he was further up the trail.
At first his presence went unnoticed, but that could be attributed to his distance, and the distractedness of the groups.
Once he came closer and began to pass by, he got looks here and there and even a few people calling out to him.
His head perked up from its droopy state as he became acknowledged. He was happy that they all welcomed him there at the Howl, despite his not being a full-fledged Clan member.
His jitters faded off and he shot back responses to everyone who had something to say, and even to those who didn't. His true inner nature was coming right back out, fun-loving Eight was now on the scene!
On the way up he saw Conner hanging with a group of mostly Betas, Eight simply pointed his paw at him and grinned. Conner gave a nod in return.
Eight traveled up the trail, meeting and greeting catching glances from the males and looks from the females. Everyone seemed pleased enough with his presence, and that made the night all the better.
The thumping in his chest stayed the same, but now it wasn't anticipation that kept it there, it was excitement!
All the hustle and bustle around him was fantastic! He'd never been a part of something so alive as this 'pack party', The Moonlight Howl.
With the exception of a few, everyone was there. Everyone had taken great care in grooming and preparing for the night. The females especially were pleasing!
More than once he caught himself staring on his way by.
His journey came to a stop shortly, about half way up the cliff sides as he trailed along, some familiar faces presented themselves. Zen and his usual group, as well as a few other faces he only knew of. The only exception to the group was that Lilac was not with them, but that was no reason to tread right past them.
Eight padded straight up to them with little hesitation, their conversations trailing on as he approached, he felt it only appropriate to interrupt,
"FELLAAAASS!" He called out, gaining the briefly surprised attention of each wolf in the group. They each called back with smiles and pleas of joy, Mingo a little more excitable than the others.
Eight swaggered over to them and found a spot to sit, receiving a pat on the shoulder from Zen, then Grunt.
"So, how're my boys doin' tonight?" Eight teased them with mock superiority and a noticeable cockyness.
The group laughed and carried on loudly through the night, scuffling and playing broke out time and again as Eight lost himself in the moment.
And in that moment, he was happy. In that moment, he was with his family again.
The night waned on now, brisk air surrounding each wolf, and the moon began to approach its peak. In only another hour, it would be prime howl time for the pack. More and more howls went up, more and more couples and groups began their own private howling sessions - but the evening was still young.
And what an evening it was shaping up to be.
The next morning Kate set out of the den to hunt for some caribou and asked humphrey to come along he agreed hapilly because he loves to be around Kate wherever she goes.
They were about an hour into the hunt when a hunter came out of the bushes and Kate hears him she jolts forward right when the hunter fires his rifle the bullet just missed kates leg, and immediately after the shot humphrey jumps up and pushes the gun out of the hunters hand and the hunter (amazed by the situation) takes one look at humphrey and runs back into the bushes.
After this happened they decided to quit the hunt and go back to the den because Kate and humphrey were both in shock From this moment and from that point on Kate always hunts with Humphrey.
They were about an hour into the hunt when a hunter came out of the bushes and Kate hears him she jolts forward right when the hunter fires his rifle the bullet just missed kates leg, and immediately after the shot humphrey jumps up and pushes the gun out of the hunters hand and the hunter (amazed by the situation) takes one look at humphrey and runs back into the bushes.
After this happened they decided to quit the hunt and go back to the den because Kate and humphrey were both in shock From this moment and from that point on Kate always hunts with Humphrey.
Name: Terax
Ranking in Organization: XV
Original Name: Kate
Sex: Female
Age (human): 21
Mate: Huxley
Color: Brown
Element: Poison
Weapons: Two rusted Oathkeeper keyblades
Personality:
Terax is the nobody of Kate and the mate of Huxley. Terax was born when Kate, along with Humphrey, turned into a heartless on the night the heartless consumed the worlds. She, much like her mate, hates heartless. She will do anything to protect her friends and her mate, even if it meant taking down a fellow organization member or turning against them. She too controlls the Dusk nobodies and can be playful. But if you piss her off, be sure find a place to hide or she will tear you up with her venomous keyblades (thats why they are rusted). She love roses like Marluxia but sometimes can have an attitude like Larxene. Some of her friends include: Roxas, Axel, Marluxia, Vexen, Larxene, Namine, and Siax. She loves to also play with her Dusks that she controls.
I may add more later.
Ranking in Organization: XV
Original Name: Kate
Sex: Female
Age (human): 21
Mate: Huxley
Color: Brown
Element: Poison
Weapons: Two rusted Oathkeeper keyblades
Personality:
Terax is the nobody of Kate and the mate of Huxley. Terax was born when Kate, along with Humphrey, turned into a heartless on the night the heartless consumed the worlds. She, much like her mate, hates heartless. She will do anything to protect her friends and her mate, even if it meant taking down a fellow organization member or turning against them. She too controlls the Dusk nobodies and can be playful. But if you piss her off, be sure find a place to hide or she will tear you up with her venomous keyblades (thats why they are rusted). She love roses like Marluxia but sometimes can have an attitude like Larxene. Some of her friends include: Roxas, Axel, Marluxia, Vexen, Larxene, Namine, and Siax. She loves to also play with her Dusks that she controls.
I may add more later.
Kate ran and hid in a hollow log. ever since Winston Tony and eve died there had been war. Kate plugged her ears shut as a gun shot went off. Kate peered out from her log. mary had been shot. Kate smiled. she hated Mary always trying to mate with Humphrey. Kate snuck out of her log and snuck home. Luis Jessie and the twins masey and felicity all ran towards Kate. " mommy your alive!" cheered the puppys. "where's Humphrey?" asked Kate. " in your room." Kate couldent wait to feel humphreys soft fur and his moist nose. Kate walked into humphrey and hers room. "oh my gosh Kate." said Humphrey. Kate and Humphrey rubbed noses for a while. " are you ok?" asked Humphrey. " no, no I'm fine!" Humphrey looked down at kate's paws. " your not ok your paw is dislocated." gasped Humphrey.