Can't dream alone.

[Arkham]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][tr][td][atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/34fh89y.jpg] Fear Not Who I am. Fear What I am Going To Do To You. I hear the wind call your name. The moon lingered high in the clouds, leering down on Shinkou with a half hearted pearly glow as defiant winds rapped against the sturdy tree trunks that dotted the side of the mountain. The very breeze assaulted the furry bark with a barrage of cascading water from the heavens, as if even God himself intended to tear them down once and for all. Amidst the chaotic weather, a ruby pair of iris's shimmered in the rain, the creature they belonged to seeming confident and un-hindered by such weather. It calls me back home again. What was hindered however, was his fierce rounded muzzle, that tensed under the weight of the adult buck it was dragging. His frustrated growl echoed through his own audits, when it came to things like this, belonging to a pack was always handy. But this thought was always frowned upon, Arkham was not the one to take orders from someone else. But what of his family? He had to do what was best for them, right? It sparks up the fire - a flame that still burns. Questions troubled his thoughts today. Hopeless voices struggling to break through his thick skull and make him see their light. That the things he saw where no longer as he saw them once before. But the key to accepting these changes was still beyond his reach. Without it, he could concede to nothing and no one. Irked, he squinted his eyes as they blazed a ruby hue beneath their dark encasing stare. His vigil sought a different sort of change across the borders, the relentless winds of the day rippling through his horse pelt. He searched for anything abnormal, out of place, or remotely moving in the inanimate, ghostly terrain. It was only habit now. He had to protect his family. It seemed the cross line remained devoid of threats yet another day. Oh it's to you I'll always return.

[Cypress]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/cypress-1.png] The wind was working against the small yagi as she plodded up the steep slope that lead out of the mountains towards the tundra. Since the winter was growing ever closer, she had been forced to hunt for the pack further away from the pack lands. Today she had managed to find a young and foolish mountain goat, it was by luck that she out maneuvered him enough to get the upper hand. The rain made her ascent more difficult. She had a slight limp from the fight. She paused at the crest to take a break, panting slightly, her nose caught the wet wind. A familiar scent gave her more strength to carry on. She picked up the kid and continued dragging it along with her. She soon saw a massive form in the distance. She let out a slight growl of greeting, she hoped it was Arkham, but was always cautious this close to the pack territory.

[Arkham]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][tr][td][atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/34fh89y.jpg] Fear Not Who I am. Fear What I am Going To Do To You. Now I know it's true. It seemed fate smiled on the agitated brute today. Not only did the chaotic weather begin to cease, a familiar growl carried itself upon the wind to greet his flattened audits. They stood now, perked and weary as the last of the rain fell onto his rounder muzzle. She was close by, if her growl hadn't made that clear, her scent would have. My every road leads to you. With a happy whine, the brute dropped his kill and lumbered forward in the snow, it separating in front of him with ease. By now he had grown accustomed to the tundra, maybe even learned to bare it. But he still didn't like it. However his physique was in much better shape, muscles forming where they never where before, and in general, he was all around much healthier. And in the hour of darkness darlin'. With a few more strides, Arkhams ruby orbs locked onto her emerald ones. Every time he saw her it took his breath away. She was perfect, and above all, she was his. Like a puppy he bounded forward, his shaggy form bouncing this way and that. He returned her growl, only it being a little more challenging, more playful than her own. The children were off doing their own things, and as much as he loved them- he couldn't help but enjoy the moments away with just Cupressus. Your light gets me through.

[Cypress]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/cypress-1.png] She let out a breath of relief when he came bounding toward her and the weather cleared enough to see that it was him. She dropped her own kill and stepped a few feet to meet him. Her poorly docked tail wavered happily. The big strong yagi male had chosen the imperfect runt for his own. That made her grateful for every day with him. She whimpered softly as his large form came to her his growl was playful, but she came under his chin to lick and nip. She did answer with a playful growl, especially after looking past him and seeing his own haul for the day, "Looks like we were both fortunate enough to bring something back today." Even if her Empress was insane, at least the pack was fed and her family was well off. Though there was a shadow forming in her heart. She had this deep sense of dread that she would have to choose between Sheba and her family one of these days. She took the opportunity to shake the wetness off her pelt. Sending and icy spray out from her brown and green pelt. Her horns glistened a little in the mist and her wounded leg was favored a little to eliminate discomfort.

[Arkham]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][tr][td][atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/34fh89y.jpg] Fear Not Who I am. Fear What I am Going To Do To You. His bobbed tail wagged steadily as she greeted him with her usual display of affection. He had learned to love them. Just like he had learned to love her. It was no longer confusing however, nor intimidating. It was just right. Unfortunately, he didn't know how this change would fair on others. He still despised most souls, they still irked him. He found himself wondering if Cypress was still weary of this relationship. Of course he was a much different wolf when he was with her, would she hate him if he still hated others? A small prideful growl escaped his powerful jaws as she recognized his good work. Like a child he felt, always longing for her acceptance. She didn't do half bad herself, her fresh kill lay sprawled, ready to be devoured. Taking a few quick licks at her kill, he gave her his own display of pride. The pups would be well fed tonight. He knew they weren't just for them, but he doubted anyone would come out to eat. He had never met anyone, apart from that crazy bat, Bathsheba from the Empire. His lip quivered in a tight snarl for a second as the fat bitch waddled through his mind. Was there even anyone left to call the pack an Empire? There were hardly any scents that attacked his nostrils around here anymore. The Empire was dying, and perhaps that would be a good thing. Perhaps the stale stench of what was once, now gone, would help his mate decide if she wanted to stay or leave with him. Of course, whatever she decided he would try his very best to follow suite. He would try.

[Cypress]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/cypress-1.png] He didn't say anything to her. It was alright though, they did not need words. The wind was blowing and perhaps the lee in the storm was about to end. She smiled softly at him and favored her leg a little. "Well, it seems mine was not without casualties. He put up a fight." It had taken a little for her to be able admit weakness to her mate. She was feeling strain with the winter setting in, but she did enjoy that Arkham was helping out. She sat in the snow and leaned into his broad warm chest. She closed her eyes, feeling his heart beat and his steady breath was something she found strength in. "Arkham....Sheba is not well....Nero has not been around. What am I supposed to do? There are new wolves in the pack....that have not even met the Empress" It had taken her a while to voice her concern. With her family back together, she had been focusing on them. Now she saw the Empire falling apart. What would be best for her family? What would be the best for her pack? She looked up at him, what did he want?

[Arkham]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][tr][td][atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/34fh89y.jpg] Fear Not Who I am. Fear What I am Going To Do To You. They stood there for a minute, relishing in each others company. They didn't get to do so often. With the kids running a muck, or having time to hunt, spare time was next to nothing. It was so much easier on your own. All you had to worry about was yourself. But he had a family now, three more mouths to feed. And protect. And to think about. He whined a little apology as she showed him her unfortunate ending to her hunt. He licked the area softly in a bid to relax it, but he knew she would come out of it. Cypress wasn't the one to sit in self doubt or liked pity from others. Hunting wasn't easy, and there was always room for someone other than the hunted to get hurt. And just like that, the mood changed to a more serious one. He sometimes loathed the Empire, it was all that Cypress seemed to care about nowadays. Which tore his thoughts, because to see her so upset about something she truly cares about upset him. It was true, just like he had been thinking moments ago, Cypress said. It was always there. It always had been. If he had it his way, he would just carry her off into the sunset, to live the rest of her days free and care-free. But it wouldn't be so. Ruby optics peered into hers, tail no longer wagged, his body remained calm. Her eyes always told him everything. She couldn't hide, even if she wanted to. And then... something clicked. Cypress was miserable. Why? Because her home was falling apart and there was nothing she could do about it. Oh but there was. Question is, would she do it? "Take it." He whined softly to her. His heart raced at his words, he felt so wrong. Not that if she did it would bother him, but for her. She might despise his suggestion. For some lack of loyalty or respect. But it was the perfect solution! She could take it, and make it the Empire she used to know and love. She could do it, easily. And even if she doubted herself, he certainly didn't. He would be there to help her, every paw of the way. Just because he never belonged to any pack, didn't mean he didn't know the ins and outs of one. "Take it and make it yours." Would she take the bait? Placing his forehead on hers, he nodded, reassuring her that she had heard right. It was only to make her happy. She knew damn well he'd take the loner option over anything else, but he knew she would die a little inside if she left. You can't feel so strongly about something and leave it all behind. He had learned that the hard way.

[Cypress]

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[atrb=background,http://i909.photobucket.com/albums/ac298/Wonderwhy_wolves/cypress-1.png] She seemed surprised at his suggestion. Bathsheba had been like a mother to her...could she really just take the pack? It hurt her a little inside, but he made a good point. She was loyal to the Empire, so much so that she had gotten pregnant for it. Luckily she fell in love with the father of her offspring. And now she wanted to make sure that they had a strong and happy life. Pack life was good for growing pups. Maybe she could call a pack meeting, most of the new wolves had at least seen her. If she had Arkham by her side she felt invincible. She knew that he would never join the pack though....even if she did become the new Empress. She bit her lip at that, he had been a loner for so long. "Our pups need a safe place to grow up. A pack can help protect them. Especially if we want more...." She looked up at him. She would not mind having more puppies, especially as a product of love. She looked toward the pack territory. If anything...maybe she could restore the pack to it's former glory. For the sake of Bathsheba. In her honor the pack should remain strong. The subject of Nero nagged at her though. Nero would fight back. If he showed up again that is. She had not scented him in a while now. He seemed too young to run a pack. She bit her lip again and chewed it worriedly. Her confidence in the matter was lacking. She had been a runt and told since she was little that she would not amount to anything. She glanced at her poorly docked tail, it was dishonorably long. "I should...call a meeting shouldn't I?"