Just a little bored, that's all...

[Haliegh]

It was fall in the lands of Illyrian. The sun had just risen over the horizon and light shown between the gaps of the rocks. The leaves on the trees were changing colors. There was red, yellow, orange, and finally brown. Only few green leaves remained. The Alyxia territory was surrounded by large, sharp, jaged rocks. The pack was secluded, But the wolves of this pack didn't mind. They enjoyed being in a secret pack. It made them feel specail. Well, to most of them any way. Especially the alpha. When he first joined the pack, he was happy to have found it. It's almost as if it's a top secret pack that only the best of the best can get in. It's not really ture, but it's nice to think that.

A wolf exited his den and sauntered over to the river to lap at the cool waters. The water always tasted so crisp in the fall, especially in the mornings. The wolf dipped his maw into the water and slurped at the water. It was really refreshing. He lifted his head and took in a deep breath of air through his nostrils. He was proud. This wolf was the alpha of the Alyxia pack, and he fit the part perfectly. He was half wolf-half dragon. He had a dark brown top coat, and a white underbelly. He has spikes on his tails and shoulders. He has two horns on his head, deadly sharp calws, and a barbed tail. The horns, spikes, claws, and barbs were full of lethal poison, if he chooses. He decides what effect it has on the wolf.

This wolf was none other than Dragon Poisonblood. He had been alpha for a long time. He looked back at the dens to see if any other wolf was up. It didn't seem like they were, but he could never be sure. He sat down by the river bank and watched the fish swim by. He was a some what lonely wolf. He often intimidated other wolves, so he didn't have many close friends. He sighed and looked up at the cloudless sky. He snickered to himself and remembered the war he participated in long ago. He made it rain, made it rain acid. He basically killed all the enemy wolves with the weather. He stood up and walked towards a tree and sat under it's nearly leafless branches.

[adria]

Checkers sat contently on top of a small hill. She looked far into the Horizon. She kept her eyesight set on the trees that stood miles off, barley visable to ones eye. She looked as if she wasn't paying attention to the things around her, though she was perfectly fine. Moments later, she turned her head away from where she was gazing. Her eyes shown with nothing but respect and kindness. Carefully rising, she walked downwards on the small hill. Checkers moved very slowly to seem more calm.

The worst thing that happen to her ever are memories. Memories of the torture she had witnessed for the beginning of her life. Things like that were hard to keep hidden. They haunt you in your life, and follow you. But, she amazingly put all of that behind her, barely ever thinking of the memories. That was how she made her life good. She kept the bad behind, and the good with her.

Checkers smiled softly as she always did. She shifted her weight as a small pain came to her hip. It was obious to ones eye that she wasn't fed well a few weeks before by her thin status. She wasn't so thin she was unhealthy, but she was still thin compared to most other wolves. It didn't bother her at all, she never really payed much mind to anything.

She soon smelt the unmistaken scent of another wolf. It was hard to tell which wolf, though. Checkers turned to where she thought the wolf was. And sure enough, there a brute was by the river. She got closer at a slow walk. Then she could See it was Dragon. Checkers stopped.

Sir?

She said in almost a whisper, trying not to startle him.

[Nucky]

What creature was this ragged beast? This slinking, shape of auburn autumn who stalked upon the ground? He was Ishmael! A wolf condemned to silence! Silent voice, he could not speak without pain. Silent step, his claws were sheathed like a cat's. Each pawstep muffled into stealth. He did not wish for this life. But he fully accepted it.

And he walked, nearing the river, for Ishy was a thirsty wolf. His legs moved with such a smooth grace that it was evident that his feline features were not only his paws, but also his stride. He whisked his tail as he caught the strong scent of Dragon. The Alpha of these lands. Ishy was grateful for the acceptance, but was worried that it was out of pity rather than a show and tell of his skill--which was something that Ishy thought of as more of a nuisance than a skill. He could speak in the mind and he could read into the mind.

But Ishy kept himself out of nosing into the Alpha's mind. He always had to restrain his desire to read the mind of his leader because he knew that it was not a virtuous action.

And he heard a voice. That of Checkers. She had such a bright and boldly marked pelt. Ishmael gave her a brief smile as he passed her silently and walked towards the river. Quiet, quiet Ishmael, finally lowered his head and lapped the water.

[Haliegh]

The large wolf looked from his gaze to Checkers. She was a very kind hearted wolf. One of the few leaves from the tree landed gracefully in the river waters and was caste away from sight. Dragon smiled to Checkers. "Good morning Checkers. I hope you slept well." Said the alpha in a friedly tone. Though he was the leader of the pack, he was not very harsh. He chose to be kind with his members, even if they had to approach him before he said anything to them. That is, unless he was holding a pack meeting. He plodded over towards her as he wagged his over-sized, claw-like tail. He smiled genuinely to her.

Though the sound was soft, Dragon knew another wolf was near. He turned his head slightly and saw Ishmael. Though he was deprived of a voice, he was an obviously good member. He looked pretty beat up, but Dragon was glad that Ishmael wasn't pouting all the time because of it. Ishmael had a very special gift. He could read the minds of others. Dragon very much liked this skill, and was glad Ishmael showed that he could be a member of the pack. Dragon nodded towards Ishmael. "Good morning to you as well Ishmael." HE said in a kind fashion.

A small breeze ruffled through the area, and Dragon looked up at the clouds. He frowned, and started to use one of his two powers. He looked at the clouds, and concentrated to make the clouds go away. Shortly after the breeze came through, the clouds passed over towards the next pack, and away from sight. Dragon didn't want the day to be ruined by bad weather. He chuckled softly as he remember the day when he first realized his power. He looked back to Ishmael and Checkers. "So, how are you two?" He saked. He knew he would only hear one voice though, the other reply would probably be through mind.

[adria]

Checkers looked up into the darkening sky. It was easy to tell the weather wasn't going to be good, though she payed little mind to it. She pressed her legs closer to her body as a chilly breeze past by, makeing her shiver. Her silky pelt didn't help, either, it just made it so she got cold easily. She turned her soft gaze back to her leader. Good morning, sir. She said softly, a smile playing across her maw. She always called one by 'sir' or 'ma'am' as that was how she was taught, but if one didn't like to be called that, she easily called them by their first name. Checkers soon heard the sound of another approaching, and turned to face where the sound was from. There she saw Ishmael. Checkers knew very little about him, but could reconise his face. She gave a pleased smile. Good day, sir She said kindly, her racoon-like pink and black tail wagging.

Checkers seen glimpses of sun and looked up into the clouds, sure enough, they were passing by, leaving the morning bright and welcoming. I am wounderful! How could one not be on such a day as this? She said, her smile very bright and friendly. What about you, sir? She asked, her voice still soft, but bold, too. She looked to Ishmael. The last time she had seen him was the day she was opproved into the pack. The male always looked so broken. But, Checkers never thought of it much.

[Nucky]

Ishy felt very welcome that morning. He did not expect to even be addressed and so was very happy in that respect. To the Alpha, he wriggled into the mind to say, Yeah, it's a good morning. A fine morning. And he spoke this while he lapped the water to completely quench his thirst. Ishmael finally finished and raised his head, odd-eyes gleaming in satisfaction. He turned to face the two wolves. His Alpha and Checkers.

Now, he was always in great awe over the body of his Alpha, thinking that his Alpha looked more like a legend than a flesh and blood creature. Dragon, his name was Dragon, but Ishy would always call him Alpha. Always call him Leader. Formality and respect were important to Ishy, just as loyalty was. And then his attention turned to Checkers, a bright and kind female.

Now, she was colored brightly and Ishy found them quite intriguing, as if a painter brushed the sunset sky and the darkest night on the same wolf. And the contrast was very spectacular. Ishmael gave a small smile when she asked him how he was. He really felt alive in this pack; the wolves cared. He used to think that the gods had forgotten to take him to the afterlife and left him to live because they didn't care. But he found purpose here. Acceptance, ritual, a plodding rhythm to life that warmed him and made him feel like... he was a wolf.

Ishmael poked his mind into Checkers' and his voice was quiet because they were still acquaintances, I'm fine. Fine and dandy.

He hoped that he didn't scare her with that. But how else was he to talk? Well, he could talk, but chose not to. Was that selfish of him? To sacrifice another wolf's privacy so that he would feel no pain? Ishy pondered this to himself.

[Haliegh]

Dragon was happy that Checkers was in a bright mood. He liked it when wolves were happy, it spread through the pack quickly. Dragon looked to Ishmael and saw a smile upon his maw as well. Dragon chuckled, for he just had to smile along with the two. Checkers was a very polite wolf, and it pleased Dragon to have her in his pack. It wasn't every day that one found such a bright soul such as hers. Ishmael was polite, though he chose not to speak directly, when he spoke through the mind it was always something nice to say. Dragon wagged his long tail; only making slow motions so it wouldn't come around and attack someone by mistake. Dragon was always careful like that.

Now that the sun was out and the clouds were past, you could see everything with ease. And it was all beautiful. Fall had to be Dragon's favorite season, though, his mind changes often. He loved the colors, and though it sounds strange, he loved how it became a challange to find food. It made it more of a prize when prey was caught, rather than it being available all the time. It was more of a game of hide-and-go-seek, and Dragon enjoyed games. The air became brisker, and chilly, rather that scorching hot or blistering cold; it was cool. And just as he was thinking of prey, a scent found it's way to Dragon's nose.

"Deer? Now? Well, what a pleasant surprise..." He thought with a wide grin on his face. He knew the other's would be delighted to hunt with the alpha, so he decided to make an offer with them. "How about we greet the day with a hunt? I smell deer from the west, and there may be more than one, for the scent is strong. How would you two like to hunt with the alpha? We'd divide the share; and just because I'm alpha doesn't mean you two won't get the good parts. What do you say?" He asked, wagging his tail a little harder, but not hard enough to come around and wack sombody. He smiled, and stood up, knowing neither one of the two would pass up the offer.