Things fall apart (Nautic)

[Tobias]

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[atrb=background,http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt87/Tye-Lily/Comissions/tobiasbg2.png] A small maroon Lyxxus wandered slowly on the edge of what had been his pack’s territory. He was still limping slightly, afraid to put weight on his still healing paw. But the pain in his leg was nothing compared to the emotional pain he felt. He had failed...everyone. First Mimzy had wandered off, then he had abandoned Keely. As soon as he was strong enough from his “dip” in the river he had trekked back to where he had left her. But it was useless. She was gone, and the smoke masked any trail she might have left behind her. She could be lost and hurt or worse… Unfortunately, he had overestimated his own condition and had exhausted himself. Without much food in the area he had nothing to replenish his strength, and the trek home was slow. By the time he had returned he found the caves abandoned. The pack was scattered and lost. And so was Tobias. The pack hadn’t just been a group; it was his family. And now he was alone. Now he limped slowly, letting his mind wander. He had decided that he had to leave the plains, but was still hesitating. There was nothing to eat here, and the winter was going to be a harsh one. He had to find somewhere with food and somewhere to find shelter for the winter. But what if members of the pack came back? What if they too were lost and alone? How could he leave? He shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs of his mind.

[°Nautic°]

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[atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/nautictable-1.png,true][scrolly:h(270),w(220),sy,c()] Another, much larger lyxxus, started across the warm and windy plains. His pelt seemed to make him an illusion to even the sharpest eye. Panting heavily now, Nautic felt beads of sweat drip down the side of his face and off his maw. The lyxxus' fur plastered to his tired body. Why was it still so how in the middle of the fall? Licking his dry lips, his red dipped ear swiveled to the paw steps of another wolf. Hoping to see a lovely babe on the horizon, he spotted another lyxxus. Sadly, when he was close enough to catch his scent, he realized the other lyxxus was indeed male. Something else hit the lyxxus' nostrils though...faint remains of the republic. Who was this stray wolf and what had become of the pack Nautic strongly desired to join? He wanted some answers. "Y-you there!" his eight tails straddled behind him on the ground limply. Sighing and taking a deep breath he faced his ears at his target, making sure he caught every whisper this wolf spoke. "Who are you? I smell the so-called 'republic' all around here... what is the republic and what has happened to it?" he felt his fur start to bristle, why was he suddenly so worked up by meeting another supposed republic member? Was he secretly envious that this wolf had found and possibly lived there while he was searching the ends of the world for just a glimpse?[/scrolly]

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[Tobias]

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[atrb=background,http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt87/Tye-Lily/Comissions/tobiasbg2.png] Tobias was so caught up in his own thoughts that he had missed the scent of the other. It wasn’t until he spoke that Tobias snapped out of his reverie. If I can’t find the wolf right in front of me, how can I ever hope to find the rest of my pack, he sulked. The stranger was large and at the sight of his eight tales Tobias immediately felt his own tail lower out of respect. He had lived in the Republic for over a year, and yet he was still bound by the politeness he had learned as a pup. Leaders and Elders got respect, that was simply a given. The stranger was sweating profusely, clearly not used to the heat of the plains, but after the fire, the fall warmth was barely noticeable to Tobias. For the first time since the fire, Tobias was aware of how shabby he must look. Until now he had only interacted with members of the pack who had been through the same ordeal. But now he was keenly aware of how thin his even normally small figure had become, the patches of fur that had only begun to grow back after being burned, and his busted leg. A familiar self consciousness began to creep into his mind. “I-I am called Tobias.” he answered softly. Questions about the Republic caught him off guard. Who was this stranger? “The Romneya Republic is…” he reconsidered his verb usage, “…was a pack that called these lands home. There was a fire, caused by a dragon and spread by the effects of a drought. The prey and the pack members have scattered.” He turned his head back toward the direction of the distant dens and his heart ached. Somehow saying it out loud made the pain even worse.

[°Nautic°]

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[atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/nautictable-1.png,true][scrolly:h(270),w(220),sy,c()] "Well... Tobias." The cocky lyxxus stood tall over the whimpering leftover for a pack leader. "Must've had poor leadership to go down because of natural everyday disasters..." Not realizing such cowardice to be coming from a possible alpha, or Tobias for that matter. "I am Nautical Rausting, former leader of my home pack... call me what you wish." his periwinkle eyes narrowed in suspicion. Nautic sighed, his tails lashing out in the afternoon breeze. "Guess I will just have to forge my own pack then. One that will not be vulnerable to such... treachery, of the larger breeds..." he trailed off for a moment before continuing. "Guess that makes you and any of your remaining pack buddies loners... huh? So tell me Tobias... what was your rank?" his gaze looking more through the younger wolf than at the poor ruffed up lyxxus before him. It did look pretty bad from what Nautic had gathered from scanning the area before he ran into Tobias, tons of deserted and burnt grounds. Not a single pond of water or a glance of prey. Why would they pick such a desolate place for a pack anyway? He figured the prairies would provide much better atmosphere than this. [/scrolly]

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[Tobias]

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[atrb=background,http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt87/Tye-Lily/Comissions/tobiasbg2.png] The larger wolf’s words hit Tobias hard. “It was not an ‘everyday disaster,’” he said without thinking. “Not only did several members have to escape a rampaging dragon, but the fire spread quickly and devastated the lands.” It wasn’t like him to respond so emotionally, but he was wound tight with guilt and despair. To hear this stranger put the pack off so lightly…he just couldn’t stand it. But the outburst was short and he bowed his head, embarrassed by his actions. “I am sorry, Nautic. It is still a fresh wound.” His ears perked a bit at the mention of a new pack. He wasn’t sure what to think of Nautic yet, but he raised a good point. He and all his former packmates were now loners. And a new pack might draw the scattered pack members together. The question of his rank was an interesting one. It occurred to him that Nautic may be considering recruiting him for his new pack, and thus would want to know of his skills. He wasn’t sure what Nautic would make of his answer though… “I began my time in the pack as a Patrician, a respected member. The leader was chosen democratically. We were due an election when the fire hit. And…” he hesitated here, but decided to be truthful, “I would have been the next Consul. The next leader of the Republic.” He had discussed the election with several of the others, and it was clear that they were going to elect him. He was hesitant about the idea at first, but if no one else was willing to step into the role, then he would lead. But he had never really gotten the chance.

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[atrb=background,http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q21/winkatuck/nautictable-1.png,true][scrolly:h(270),w(220),sy,c()] "Ah, it is understandable, I guess." He snorted, trying not to seem rude. Conversing with another male just was not his style. So why was he still talking to this loser of a wolf? Good question. He assumed it was because deep down, he did need support for his idea. If he couldn't do it alone... who could he do it with? Changing his tone, Nautic thought to himself before continuing "Hmm... that is a bit of a stalemate. Maybe with you and other wolves help... we can make a pack. A new pack, better than the republic could ever have been. We will be creatures of the night.Yes!" He deviously smirked as he circled his prey. No real intentions of harming or eating Tobias, just a common pacing he had done in the past to help subdue uncertain minds. The wolf stopped, gazing into the others cool eyes "Maybe we can make it happen." He sat down now, his eight tails swerving with a burning passion to thrive in a foreign and new kind of power. A power of his own.[/scrolly]

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