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The Lunarpaw Pack Gets a New Member

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Tye Lunarpaw

—- NEW SCENE —-

Torà Lunarpaw

*wandering around in a small patch of forest, tora was bruised and bloody. Carrying a deer carcass along with a few rabbits, her usual clothes were all torn apart and she looked rather worse for ware. Upon her right thigh a massive wound had began to fester and ooze as she tried to pack it with herbs and mud. She sniffled a bit as she sat and just sighed. Her family was gone. She couldnt go home. And the urges to kill and eat were beginning to spread through her veins. She just stared up at the sky* I wonder how many days I’ve been here…. *she didnt even really know where she was or how she got there*

Tye Lunarpaw

The sun was slowly sinking into the ocean, his heat and protection going down with it. There was nothing he loved more than to watch the sunset, its color melting into the endless blue of the waters. Water that was once lifegiving, now was slowly receding from the island they called home, leaving behind mud and nothingness. The animals returned, the plants started to grow again and the trees were in full bloom, but he found that concerning. His pack was the only one on the island, safeguarded from all the shit and plagues that haunted the planet and mostly the two cities, Persistence and Consequence. But now, food was scarce and soon it will end. They will have no choice  but to venture out on the continent …. Soon, but not now, not today. Tye let out a soft sigh and popped a cigarette in his mouth. Too much thinking about the pack’s future, too little fun with the pack. So he stands and makes his way back to the pack. Later … They will talk about all this later.

Fisher Lunarpaw

“It’s getting tough,” Ah, there was the Ying to the Yang. Where there was Tye, there was to be Fisher. Even if the pack was the only one to hold home over the continent, it didn’t stop the older lycan from taking up the role of protector. Where his brother went, he’d follow: a perfect shadow to ensure the safety of his Alpha and of his brother. Though, once spotted? He was quite hard to miss really. As tall as he was, as standout as he was with the wild hair and mad beard? Never the less, he dropped in beside his brother from a nearby tree -dropping from but a branch a few feet off the ground- and soon stumbled into his balance. “So many mouths, so little to share…well, unless you can pry Kee away from her bag…”

Marcelline Lunarpaw

“Good luck prying her away from it.” Marcelline. Of course she was there. “I’d like to see you try, Fish.” Marcelline stood there, arms crossed as she looked at the two of them. She’d just walked over, and of course they were together. Ever since Marcel had joined this pack, the brunette saw the two older males together on a constant basis. But it made sense, really. The woman wore a plain black tee-shirt and jeans with a pair of black sneakers. Brown eyes peered at them both. “You two understand that we can’t stay here with how little food is around, don’t you? We need to go to the cities.” If not one, then the other.

Keena Lunarpaw

Keena, the Pack healer, the scatterbrained little thing. Possibly the Pack ‘baby’ at only 23. She was sitting on a stump, backpack propped between her legs, chewing at her lower lip as she dug through it. Surely there was the…. where was it? She’d picked a silver color for her hair this time with dark roots, and a simple enough black tank top with skinny jeans. Okay, so she didn’t look like the softy she really was. “You know, you could just /ask/ if I have something in here. It’s not like I won’t share.” She huffed, almost shoulder deep into the bag. There was a rattle, possibly handcuffs, and she grinned. “Whoops. Those are for later.” And right back in she dove. Was there a damned pocket dimension in that bag? U h. Don’t ask if you’re not prepared for the answers. She’d glanced up as the others talked of prying her away from her bag, prepared to say something. “You know–” BUTTERFLY! And she spaced out a bit, blue eyes following the bug. What was she even saying?

Torà Lunarpaw

-tora heard talking a bit ways away before she would move and stand, tieing the rabbits to what was left of a belt, and then throwing the large deer over her shoulder, her sword was strapped to her back as she held a tree and began to slowly make her way towards them. her leg bleeding a bit here and there, and every time she stopped she would smear more herbs on it. whimpering softly to herself. she limped onward, slowly coming out of the cover of a tree. she wasn’t trying to be quiet or anything. and surely the mixed scents of blood had caught the winds by now. tangled and dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail as golden yellow eyes glanced around. trying to pinpoint the voices-

Tye Lunarpaw

The lycan smirked to his brother’s presence, the Ying to his Yang and started to chew on the butt of his cigarette. He didn’t light it up, it was just a habit of when he was stressed. But his brother summed up everything on his mind in one sentence. It’s getting tough … .and it was indeed. He didn’t have the heart to call on Kida. No! She gave them enough already, so now she should focus on her people. They were fine still and they had options, even if said options were more an act of desperation rather than a choice. Whatever lycan was left on that damn planet was making the same choices by now. He hated it. Hated being pushed into solitude like that, especially after what the Silverhides did for the planet, what his family also did, even if they never held a name with the heroes, they were there and died there … on that island. “What does she have in that bag anyway? She guards it with her life.” He paused his casual walk to look at his brother, his tired features matching Tye. And when was the last time Fisher had a shave? Marcell and Kee interrupt his thought and Tye looks down to the women with a nod. They were right and maybe the choice to round the pack and ask them for their vote will have to happen sooner than he thought. “Hmmm!” 

 

Fisher Lunarpaw

Sometimes, he honestly couldn’t. One look at Kee and the older lycan was almost broke down in hysterical laughter but he manged to cut the laughter down into nothing but a small, half chuckle-half sigh. Doomed! They were doomed. Sighing, he leaned in and just clapped his brother on the shoulder and shook him ever so gently. Brotherly love, sort of. “If Kee had somethin’ of value, or food wise…she’d probably have eaten it by now- and forgotten about it afterwards.” Again, he sighed as he pushed away from his brother, running a hand up and through his hair to just tame the rather wild locks that were more or less…akin to that of a mountain man. He needed a haircut, maybe a shave and some decent clothes but that could all wait. Survival was more than just appearance, it was pride more than anything. “And…we might…” He suddenly piped up, an arm outstretched to point a finger in the direction of Marcy. “We might have to go…to…that idea. As much as I openly hate it.”

Marcelline Lunarpaw

Marcelline glanced towards Keena, a single brow arching upward in response when she took note of the younger were’s arm in the bag. And that rattle? Marcel’s nose scrunched up briefly. Keena was such an odd one. Though, she couldn’t help but snort when Keena had gotten distracted by a butterfly. Cute. Gods only know what’s in that bag of hers. Marcelline sure wasn’t gonna ask about it. Fisher better not say that kind of shit out loud. Telling the pack they’re doomed is going to make certain people freak out. Her arms fell to her sides as she was addressed by Fisher. She had an inkling no one would like the idea of leaving their home. But the way things were going, they might not have a choice. It’s better to take a vote sooner rather than later. “I don’t like it either, but it’s our best option at this point.” Marcelline paused and stared at Fisher for a moment. “Fish, you need a haircut.”

Keena Lunarpaw

The butterfly had long since fluttered away, so Kee had gone back to digging through that bag of hers. Hmm. It was in there somewhere. She’d eventually have to start pulling things /out/ to find everything. Well, shit. So, she started pulling things out of her bag. Clothes, shoes, a bottle of whiskey, a bear paw, some random feathers…. OH! There it was. The neatly wrapped badger carcass she’d kept! “FOUND IT!” She seemed pleased with herself, also glad that the handcuffs hadn’t– Ah, there they were, over by a pair of hiking boots. She started shoving things back into her bag, grumbling. “I don’t /want/ to go, though. The things in those cities? I spent long enough on the run from them. And I’d rather not have to do that again.” She shuddered. So many good shoes ruined! But, then again, she used to be a lone wolf. She didn’t have anyone to watch her back when she’d first come here. Speaking of watching her back…. “Even if most of us agree on this… shouldn’t we get Lenn’s input too?” Her face flushed a bit when she mentioned him, tucking some of her silver hair behind her ear. “Also…. I have this!” She held up the carcass. “It’s not much, but, y’know.” She ‘found’ it.

Torà Lunarpaw

-tora slowly would walkout, finally catching the area of the voices, so far she pin pointed to males and two females. she couldn’t decide if she should approach or not. but she did anyway. slowly, step by step she made her way closer. crouching down some as she centered the deer on her. she stared and watched. they were an odd group for sure. but they were the first ones she had seen in days, weeks…maybe even months…. she tossed a rock towards marcelline, not a big one but maybe enough to get her attention. all while trying not to attract the males-

Tye Lunarpaw

“Shut up! Everyone!” Tye growled out at the presence of another lycan. That gentle smell that the breeze carried, that fresh scent of something new, mixed in with hunt and death. Maybe they felt it, maybe not, but then again … He looked around and lightly sighed at them. The new lycan scent was caught in the wind and now it was filling his nostrils and absentmindedly started to walk towards that intoxicating scent. “Newborn” He whispers to the group, signaling them to follow, but slowly. He didn’t want to spook this one off. It was hard for them as a pack, he couldn’t imagine how it would of been for a young wolf on her own. “Hey … there” He dropped his voice and  crouched in front of the female, watching the rock fly by, but not turning to see if it hit. Marcell can hold her own

Fisher Lunarpaw

“No offence, Kee…but I don’t know how long you’ve had that in your bag,” Not to mention, he was pretty sure he saw a…was that a fuckin’ bear paw? Shaking his head, that low little chuckle fading off into another sigh. It was honestly a good thing that Tye was in charge of the group and not Fisher. The more pessimistic half of the two of them usually led to his realization on the morbid facts coming to light via no filter. Granted, his focus did shift on the rather heavy scent that somehow managed to catch them all off-guard apparently. Were they not downwind? Well, that would explain the sneaking scent. Without much incentive, he slowly followed his brother, protection coming above all else as one hand moved to settle on Tye’s shoulder for a moment. “Too many mouths…” He hissed out, enough for at least his brother to hear before he shuffled back some; giving some distance for the new lycan whilst also…making sure Kee didn’t leap out.

Marcelline Lunarpaw

It always amused Marcelline how easily Keena seemed to get distracted by one thing or another. And how she’d always bounce right back and forget what she was doing. That right there is pure ADHD. Her eyebrows furrowed as she watched the other female start taking one thing after the other out of her bag. Apparel, drinks, random little objects. What on earth? This kid’s a freaking hoarder! And handcuffs? What the actual fuck is Keena gonna do with a pair of handcuffs?! Her expression softened when Keena expressed that she didn’t want to go. “I don’t either, Keena.” None of them did. But it needed to happen. Not forever, hopefully. Just…for a little while at the most. Airalenn was brought up, and the color on Keena’s face brought on a small smirk on Marcel’s. Somebody’s got a crush. She moved her foot, and her head snapped back at the sound of a rock hitting the ground near her. What? Marcy blinked a few times before Tye had suddenly told everyone to shut up. She turned her whole body around and picked the rock up, arching an eyebrow as she glanced back up at Tye and the woman who had shown up.

Keena Lunarpaw

Keena just kind of…. squeaked, but she fell silent, lowering the carcass. The bag was quickly set on the ground, and she moved to kneel on the stump. If anything, she could always try to help. But, then again, she didn’t want to interfere. Tye knew what he was doing. She whined a little, glancing around with big blue eyes. If only Lenn were here. He’d know what to do. Okay, so she had a crush. Shush. She whined a bit, wiggling herself as she crouched. She was tempted. SO tempted to just launch herself at the new wolf. She’d been there herself, recently, and she knew the feeling of being alone. But there was a sudden burst of nervousness, and Kee clambered off the stump to hide behind Marcy. “They’ve got this, right?” Her voice was a low mutter, and if she had a tail, it’d be tucked right about then.

Sean Lunarpaw

The sound of cracking branches and rustling leaves announced Sean’s approach long before he could even be seen. What he had been doing wandering about in the brush was anyone’s guess. He had a knack for wandering off for long periods at a time with not much to say about his ventures. He could have simply found a nice spot to read, but it was also quite possible he was on a walk and got himself lost while following the same butterfly that had caught Keena’s attention before. Who knew with this one? Completely oblivious to the fact that the others were trying to keep quiet, he marched through like bull in a china shop. Eventually the tall, gangly figure would appear out of the brush, his long legs stepping over the obstacles in the tall weeds like stilts, using a stick to push away any whippy branches in the way. He suddenly stopped at the edge of the brush when he saw the others, all standing quiet and still and staring at the new woman. “Er…” He blinked.

Torà Lunarpaw

-within seconds of the male speaking to her and dropping infront of her she had already recoiled and her sword drawn along with a throwing axe in the other hand. she was laying low to the ground the deer was off to the side as she mumbled under her breath- du mus cuka maor ka! -her language was rough as she panted a little. the wound on her leg still bleeding and festered. she stared to the group as her eye narrowed- vru ora aeui vauvra? -again her words came out as she crawled back a bit-

Tye Lunarpaw

He caught wind of his brother’s comment, but shook it off. As much truth as it held, there was no way Tye would leave another lycan to her fate. No, that was out of the question …. Errr? His head tilted to the right, trying to make sense of her language, to no avail. “Does anyone understand her?” He called back to the group, though her threatening posture instinctively drew out the wolf in him. Blood red eyes pierce through her body and a low growl rumbled in his chest. Head lowered and body crouched, ready to defend his pack, but his instincts told him that she was more scared than anything. “Put the blade down, we mean you no harm.” 

Fisher Lunarpaw

“Fuckin’…glorious…” Of course, Fisher was the one to more or less vocalize his open distaste for what just caught his ears, where as the rest of the pack were…well, not him. Though, as the sound of branches cracking and snapping, it made him turn his head and instantly glare daggers towards Sean before softening once he realized it was just Sean. Last thing he needed was more new faces cropping up. “She gets quick with that blade and I’ll show her some fuckin’ harm…” Those words were hissed more to Tye once again as he slowly moved off to the side, keeping his eyes locked in the strange lycan with his hands held outstretched. Even if he was showing that he meant no harm, it didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to step in. Tye was the one who talked, Fisher just…talked with his fists more than anything. Protect Tye, protect the pack. That was the only mantra that he was running through his mind as he stayed in that awkward crouch. Something was going to pop at this rate.

Marcelline Lunarpaw

Keena’s hiding caused Marcelline to turn around and wrap a single arm around her. Protectively so. “They’ve got this.” She whispered back reassuringly and nodded her head. Tye could handle it. Tye and Fisher. Her gaze wandered over to Sean when he showed up. She wondered where Sean had gone off to. It was too easy to lose track of him and Keena when they both seemed to have ADHD. Tora’s language had Marcy’s attention reeling back to her and Tye. What the fuck was spewing out of the woman’s lips? “Tye, be careful.” The last thing any of them needed was some random fresh werewolf stabbing the ever loving shit out of their alpha. “I’ve never heard that language before…” She muttered with a frown. Languages were not her forte. She only taught basic things to the younger pups of the pack like math and literature, and shit like that.

Keena Lunarpaw

The smell of the wound hit Kee’s nose before anything else. She frowned, tugging at Marcy’s shirt. “I wanna /help/.” Obviously, from the way the Alpha was reacting to her, she wasn’t a threat. Or was she? “She must be terrified!” Her head tilted a bit. What….. what? She just shook her head in response to Tye’s question. She didn’t know that language. But, then again, unless it was something from where she’d been raised, she really didn’t know. She just… clung to Marcy. It was all she could do. 

Sean Lunarpaw

With sudden quietness, Sean stilted his way slowly and silently over to Fisher. Why hadn’t he been that quiet before? Regardless, now was clearly the time for caution. He was quick to pick up on her leeriness towards the males in the way she looked at them. He didn’t want to scare the new wolf away. Not without knowing more, at least. Like how she got that wound, and how long she’s been out on her own like this. With a worried expression, he sidled up to Fisher and asked with a lowered voice, “Where did this one come from? What did I miss?”

Torà Lunarpaw

-tora looked to the new male who came out a bit and then looked to the marcelline, her breathing was becoming more and more as she staggered a little from the wound. she gripped the weapons tighter as she just stared to marcelline, whining softly, she tried to ignore the fact that the males were semi surrounding her. panic was creeping over her. her voice chimed out in common tongue quietly- no harm….no males..-her voice was really low as she inched backwards- I have…food…. -she kept her eyes locked to marcy. trying to ignore the males. it was either fight or flight and right now she didn’t have enough energy to do either-

Tye Lunarpaw

Her aversion for males was more than noticed and in a blur of motions, Tye steps back, side waving to Sean and Fish to step back also. It made a lot more sense now for him and maybe for his pack also. “Kee, can you step in and heal her? Marcell, she fears men, talk to her. She’s scared and hurt. Persuade her to allow Kee to heal her wound.” Then he eyes the prey and made a mental note to thank her, once she calmed down a bit. “Fisher, Sean, please don’t scare her off. She’s new … to our ways and to lycanhood.” A special glimpse was given to Fisher, he knew his brother was …. Rough to .. well … everyone.

Nisha Lunarpaw

“She said not to go near her.” A quiet voice came from behind the group, about the same time the injured woman spoke up again. Nisha was usual quiet and tended to hang back more than the others so it was entirely possible that she had been there for a while and no one noticed. “Wa dum’s voms su rirs aeui. Wa iiks voms su rarv.” She was calm, and placed her hand lightly on Fisher’s shoulder in an effort to get him to move aside so she could get a better look. “Com I cuka crukar? I iiks voms su cracd aeuir emiirae.” Her voice was still soft, her hands up to show that she meant her no harm, only wanting to get a better understanding of what the issues were. 

Fisher Lunarpaw

“Oh, y’know, talks of movin’ off the continent…sudden new woman…panic through the pack,” One hand was already stretched back, Fisher trying his best to keep Sean back as he watched the woman, even moving back himself somewhat. Okay, so he could narrow it down to one very simple thing; this one really didn’t like men. “We might have just got food though, so, don’t be so worried Fruit Loop!” Optimism wasn’t exactly his strong suit, though with a forced smile as he turned his head back to Sean? It looked not so half assed. Hell, he even flashed a small smile in the direction of Marcy and Kee. Even with that being said, he didn’t move up from his crouch but merely settled in on it; puting one fist out to balance himself on the ever so scarred hand. Oh, and how he saw Tye’s look, that garnered the Alpha a small little glare. Don’t start with this. HeyLookNishaFocusOnThat.

Marcelline Lunarpaw

Marceline just held Keena and sighed. She really didn’t want Keena to go and help unless Tye said it was okay for her to help. But with Tora’s eyes locked on Marcy’s, she wasn’t sure what to do. No males? Okay. Okay, so that’s what this is. Tora wasn’t very trusting of males, was she? Marcelline lowered her arm from around Keena’s shoulders when Tye asked her to heal Tora. A gentle nudge would be giving to the little healer’s back as she stepped forward, going over to Tora since she was the one that seemed to have Tora’s attention to begin with. Plus…she was protective of Keena, so she felt more than obligated to stay as close to her as possible. Threat or no threat. She took one quick look at Fisher, brows furrowed a moment before her attention was back on Tora… And the arrival of Nisha who seemed to have knowledge of this language.

Keena Lunarpaw

She peeked out from behind Marcy, her blue eyes focused on that wound. She wanted to run over, push herself close to the other, new, Lycan, and heal her. That wound was making her stumble. Making her look so sad. YES! She could help! She took in a deep breath and straightened that black tank top as she made her way slowly to her bag. Back in she dug, pulling out a few rolls of gaze, antibiotic ointment, and an assortment of medical supplies she’d “found” somewhere. Who knew with her? She carried the supplies close, smiling softly. Okay, so Kee looked like a complete bitch, probably capable of ripping someone’s arm off. But she was a softy, sweet and compassionate for the most part. Even if she was easily distracted. She glanced at Nisha. She had no clue what was just said, and she didn’t like being confused. “I promise I won’t hurt you,” she said softly. For once, the ADHD healer was completely focused. And calm. That was a plus, right? But she didn’t make a move to touch Tora. Not unless she allowed her to. Even in healing, there was still the rule of consent.

Sean Lunarpaw

“Oh, oh… the usual then,” he replied casually as he nodded, taking a long step backward. He glanced between Fisher and the strange-speaking woman, his face showing concern despite his casual attitude. He shoved his hands awkwardly into his pockets and hunched his shoulders forward slightly to make himself a little less towering and hopefully non-threatening. The smell of festering wound caused his face to twitch, his expression growing more concerned. “She’s hurt… It doesn’t smell good…”

Torà Lunarpaw

-tora looked to Nisha as she sat up a bit- you..know my language…. -she seemed to relax as the men back off, and the women moved closer- dont worry. I will not hurt you ladies. -she relaxed a little more a kee came over to heal. the fact someone knew her language made her feel a little safer. then she looked to marcy- my name is Tora’leigh. I am..well…was a fjandinn kona. -she allowed kee to heal her but kept  her eyes on the males at all times. constantly glancing to them- you are welcome to share my kill. I can hunt pretty well. I also have a few rabbits….-she spoke low to the women as she relaxed more-

Nisha Lunarpaw

“I do, yes.” Nish offered no further explanation, most of the probably a little surprised since that’s probably the most they’ve heard her talk at one time before. She slowly moved forward, her boots hardly making a sound as she walked and motioned for Keena to come over as well. She crouched down to take a better look at the injury. She… wasn’t really sure of what to do from here. She tended to stick to herself to the most part and being around so many others at the same time was more than a little unnerving. 

Tye Lunarpaw

With Misha stepping in and with what looked like abundant knowledge in the language Tora spoke, he stepped back to crouch beside his brother. “I know … too many mouths, but if we abandon her, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself and neither would you, as much as you deny it.” He sighs and slumps down beside him, then looks up to Sean with a grunt. “A nasty wound also. Kee will take care of it.” He sighs and nods a thank you to Tora, but unlike in a normal wolf pack, he doesn’t go to eat first. He allows his pack to do so, nudging Fisher and Sean to join up and eat. And ohh, she will not hurt ladies, a relief, but maybe she’d consider chopping off Fisher’s hair?

Fisher Lunarpaw

Someone was going to get punched, and at this rate? It at least wasn’t going to be Sean. Tye on the other hand? Oh, there was a risk of a brotherly beatdown if Fisher didn’t curb himself. “Food for a few days,” That was the only positive that he could really pull out of the whole situation. But with more mouths? The food wouldn’t exactly do much once dispersed. A hearty meal and maybe something for breakfast the following day but after this? It would be nothing more than back to square one. “You’re lucky I love you,” He muttered to Tye as he gently gave Sean a small pat on the back, knocking the motion of encouraging the lankier lycan to try and grab some food as he just stayed poised in his little stance. “Because I was goin’ to clock you in the jaw jsut now. But yeah, you’re right it’s just…fuck…not the time to be putting new faces in this skittish bunch, especially with the whole…city idea” 

Marcelline Lunarpaw

While it made Marcelline happy to see Keena doing what she liked, letting her do this to a stranger– male or female, it was a little nerve wrecking. You never know when things could go wrong. She crossed her arms over her chest as she observed, brows furrowing again. So she does speak English. Well, not much by the sound of it. Marcy inched closer to Keena, feeling a bit uncomfortable with this whole situation, even if there was a deer involved. A kill that wouldn’t lost long with the amount of mouths they needed to feed. “I’m sorry to be so abrupt, but how the fuck did you find us?” Was she actually sorry? Fuck no. This woman just showed up out of nowhere. “I’ve never seen you before.” And it bothered her that she hadn’t. She glanced back at the trio of males for a moment, then back to Tora. Marcel rubbed her face and sighed. She already knew what was going to happen. Tora would be brought in. But Marce couldn’t fault Tye for how much he cared. Because if he didn’t care as much as he did, even she wouldn’t be here.

Keena Lunarpaw

Keena just grinned as Tora let her get to work. Thank the gods! Poor Kee wouldn’t have known what to do if she couldn’t help. While Kee didn’t have much in the way of magic, she knew how to drain a wound and dress it. Of course, the tiny bit of magic she did have went into helping drain it painlessly. The deer might be able to hold them until they had to go into one of the cities. And, at least Kee hoped, it would give Lenn time to get back. She was starting to get worried about him, too. “I’m Kee,” she said with a soft smile. “Well, Keena. But Kee is fine.” She glanced to Fisher, raising a brow. “I still don’t like the idea of going anywhere without Lenn. So I’ll go hunt myself if I need to, Tuna.” She stuck out her tongue, turning her attention back to Tora as she dressed the wound. “There we go. It’ll heal much better now. It’s not an instant thing, but it’ll stay clean until it does heal.” She glanced up at Marcy. “Marcy! Be nice!” She frowned. “She’s hurt, she needs help. She probably sensed us in the area. We’re not really that quiet or hard to find, are we?”

Sean Lunarpaw

Ah, brotherly love. He didn’t get it, but it amused him none the less. Unfortunately, now was not the time for amusement. He gave the two a thin smile and moved awkwardly to position himself behind the women, allowing them to go ahead of him. He knew his height was sometimes intimidating, a fact that only made him all the more awkward in his own body. Hanging back and hunching himself forward a little more, he still felt like he towered over the females. Mentally, he sighed. Oh well. Not a lot could be done about it. Pulling one hand out of his pocket, he gave Tora a little waggle of his fingers and an apologetic half-smile. Kee’s comment about not being quiet causes him to wince, reflexively assuming she was referring to him. “We’re the only pack on the island… kind of hard to miss…”

Torà Lunarpaw

-tora looked to marcy a little- I ended up on this island after the great flood. not sure where I am but I haven’t heard anyone for a while and then I heard you guys. -it was as simple as that. she looked to sean a bit before looking to kee- nice to meet you kee. thank you for helping my wounds. -her common tongue was come and go. but over all her body seemed to just relax- I dont have much and… I mean I can always find my way to twine island. or consequence. -she smiled gently- I dont want to bother you all. but atleast let me feed you. I can get a few deer easily if there are any left…-she looked around a bit. she was about 26 years old, and stood at about 5’7. tall for a woman but not as tall as some of the other women- women of her clan***

Nisha Lunarpaw

Nisha didn’t make a move to partake in either the deer or the rabbits, opting to simply shake her head. “I’ll pass.” She preferred to hunt alone, or so everyone thought. The truth of the matter was she was squeamish around blood, particularly the smell. Before she was accepted into the Lunarpaws, her experiences had lead her to such aversions and it was still something she didn’t talk about. “Nisha,” she at least wanted to give the woman her name, since she had given hers.

Tye Lunarpaw

“Safety in numbers, brother. At least this one looks like she could knock some lights out just with a fist.” He chuckled and relaxed some, stretching his arms above his head. While Marcell asked the right question, he would stay out of the conversation, for now. Another chuckle erupted from his throat when Kee snapped back. Truth was that being quiet was not their strong suit. “No one is leaving without Lenn. Either we all go, or none of us goes. And that goes for everyone here. We go as a pack. Understood?” When he talked, he held a certain heaviness in his words, emphasizing what he needed to, in order to get his point across. “Hmm” Tye snaps his attention back to Tora, upon the mention of Twine, his brows furrowing. “You know Twine?” 

Fisher Lunarpaw

“Mmm…too big and we’ll become a target though.” The stubbornness of the pack was something that almost had him smashing his head against trees. Kee’s words were already grounds for the wild looking lycan to pull the ‘I’m the eldest’ card and just yell at the younger lycan in an attempt to knock some sense through her head. Instead, he just shook his head, much to his dismay as those loose strands soon fell over his face. “Kee, please don’t be so bloody dramatic, it’s a big enough continent, Lenn’ll pop up…or I’ll go drag him back here if I have to.” Despite his more aggressive attitude, there was a heart in his chest and he made sure to let it show from time to time. Right now though? He couldn’t help but feel on edge, something prickling at the back of his neck as he just kept his gaze more or less locked on that of the new lycan. Trust was going to be something ever so difficult to get from Fisher, especially with everything that was on the brother’s plates. “Twine…?” Of course, Fisher just shifted slightly, his gaze narrowing once more.

Marcelline Lunarpaw

“We don’t know this woman, Keena. Injured or not, I’m asking my damn questions.” Oh, and would you look at that? Tye took the words about Lenn right out of her mouth, practically. She didn’t care about her lack of politeness. But now her name is out in the air. Fuck. “I prefer Marcel…” Marcy grumbled, looking away. But that never stopped people from calling her Marcy. Or Marce. Sean’s words were noted and she just…simply nodded. Because they were in fact the only pack on the island. Which is why Marcy asked. Obviously. Come on, Keena. Everybody knew she had ADHD, but come on. When Tora explained how she’d arrived, Marcelline gave a slow nod in response. And then she was talking about finding her way to Twine. Or Consequence. That had Marcy glancing back and Tye, Fisher, and Sean for a brief moment before she looked at Tora. Damn it, Tye. You’re rubbing off on Marcy. Now she’s thinking about Tora staying. Fuck. “You know, Tora… The men here aren’t so bad. You can trust them. All three of the idiots back there.” She jabbed a thumb back in the trio’s direction. “And the others in our pack as well. What exactly do you know about Twine, Tora?”

Keena Lunarpaw

She hadn’t meant to make Sean feel like she was talking about him. She was actually talking mostly about herself. She just grinned up at him, though, shoving the medical supplies back into her bag. “That too!” She fought the urge to sigh. In terms of who’d been a werewolf the longest, she wasn’t the youngest. But in actual age? She was. That was why she was usually called the pack ‘baby’ and she hated it. Had she not been in human form, her tail would have been wagging. Lenn. Yes, she had a crush on him, but it was more than just that. He’d found her, brought her in, and she’d been a little….. clingy with him. But he seemed to accept it. She fidgeted, digging through that bag of hers once more. She was starting to feel a little chilly. “I’m not being ‘dramatic’, Tuna. I’m being….” She frowned. “Practical.” Right. Clingy was the better word. She cleared her throat. “You’re forgetting one, Marce. All four of them are good.” 

 

Torà Lunarpaw

-she looked to the male speaking and nodded a bit before looking back to the females- ive heard of the goddess that lives there. she is kind and gentle and a few of our elders have gone there before and have talked of how beautiful it is…. I wasn’t able to use magic so I couldn’t use that weird travel thing…. it was either swim or get a boat…. -she sighed a little and again glanced to the men then back- sorry but in my old  tribe we dont agree with men,, they are either servants of war or they are used for reproduction and then killed….. -she looked to her hands- I wish I knew what happened. all I know is I woke up here with this thing..on my leg… -she motioned to the bite. it hadn’t quite sunk in yet as to what bit her-

Nisha Lunarpaw

This is why Nish so quiet around the others – bickering, snarling, and most things coming down to… her just slipping to the outskirts and not throwing in her two cents unless asked. Much like now with the question that was floating around everyone’s mind: What were they going to do about Tora? As per usual, she took a step back and observed the situation.

Tye Lunarpaw

“Kida” He sighs and stands, dusting off his backside. “She raised my brother and I. I’m Tye and this is my brother, Fisher.” He pointed to the shabby looking one, then took a few cautious steps towards Tora. “And this is part of the Lunarpaw pack. As for what happened to you, you got bitten, by a lycan, by the looks of your wound. That must also be the reason why you lost so much time. You must of been passed out soon after.” As he talked, he inched closer and closer to the woman, not too fast, he didn’t want her to put her guard up again. “We’re made out of what remained of other packs, or outcasts. People that didn’t fit in with their packs.” Another thought and he gets right into it, without even looking at the others. “You can stay here, with us. Be a part of the pack, learn about who you’ve become. What happened to you is horrible, I won’t deny it, but the more time you keep the wolf caged in, the more he’ll want to burst out. And you don’t want that.” 

Fisher Lunarpaw

“How…fuckin’ morbid…” Yeah, that wasn’t getting any other response from Fisher, it practically shut the lycan down as he merely knelt and listened, his brows occasionally furrowing at the woman’s words. Instead, his focus slowly drifted around the rest of the pack, taking note of the expressions, of the reactions, of all those little questions and curiosities that could end so poorly if not worded right. It was one of the reasons why he was rather quiet for the moment, well, that was until he shot up. Ah, now here was the aggressive side to Fisher. His eyes flared with anger that sat on the cusp of boiling over. “You…I…Fuckin’ IDIOT!” His hands came up, mimicking the act of strangling Tye in a fit of rage before he threw his hands up in the air. With not much of a word to anyone else, he turned on his heel and proceeded to just storm off, muttering something under his breath as he did. Ah, oh dear. Seems he was gone for the time being. 

Marcelline Lunarpaw

“I was talking about the three behind us, Keena.” And of course, she mentioned the ‘others in the pack’. Come on, Keena. Your ADHD gets a little old at times. Marcelline rubbed her forehead and nodded to Tora as she spoke about the goddess of Twine. Right. That’s supposed to be common knowledge for the natives of Hellifyno, right? Which she is not one of. Marcy damn near snorted when Tora spoke about men being servants of war or slaves for reproduction. No. Marcy, no. That’s not funny. Don’t you dare laugh. Her gaze traveled down to Tora’s leg, then back up. Poor thing. Now the real question was who’d she get bitten by? Well… At any rate… “I’m gonna make sure Fisher doesn’t kill himself or whatever.” Yeah… Make sure the bipolar one doesn’t get his head stuck in a tree or some shit. They can handle the rest.

Keena Lunarpaw

Now that Tora had been helped, Kee sat back on the ground and started rifling through her bag. Why? Who even knew with her? More like she was just looking for something to do to keep her busy. She looked up at Tye’s words. “Yes! Stay with us!” It would be nice to have another woman around. Maybe they’d all stop treating her like the baby. Okay, so she was a little naive, but still. She bit down on her lower lip for a moment, something rattling around in her bag. “If…. if we /have/ to go into the cities, I know the alleys and back streets pretty well.” She’d just rather not have to go. Not without protection this time. AndnotwithoutLenn. She pouted a bit, thinking about the word ‘outcast’ and just nodded. Yeah, she knew about being an outcast. “Mutt” was what she’d been called as a kid. She watched as Fish wandered off, still pouting a bit. And she sighed, clutching her bag close to herself. “Oh.” She couldn’t say much, since two of the pack members had just wandered off. She looked up at Tye, really looking the part of a wolf pup right about then. “You think they’ll be okay?”

Torà Lunarpaw

-tora nodded slowly a bit to everyone- if I can stay for now atleast and rest, ill hunt and help where I can until I figure things out… -she smiled a bit before tye came closer, she curled up a little as he got closer- thank you for the offer to stay… I will do what I can… and I hope those others will be alright…-she nodded towards fish and marcy as they left. she frowned. for now she stood and moved to the deer and began to cut and slice and skin it. keeping the furs for new clothes for herself seeing as how hers were shredded. soon enough the exhaustion kicked in and she was slumped over half the fresh carcass sleeping. rather peacefully too-

Tye Lunarpaw

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