Death on the horizon. [OPEN]

[Dingo]

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» CASSIUS & CROWTHER
& TYZER

Cassius and Crowther were deep in thought at the emotional scene that unfolded before them but nobody cares.

A cold gaze fell from the throne as Cassius lowered his head at his father's words and turned to look at Stella. His chest felt tight, but he held a stoic expressoin as he watched his mother say goodbye to his younger siblings. He shook his head slowly, and then let out a sigh. He couldn't help but wonder what would become of her. If Stella really had it in her to kill cubs, he wondered why he hadn't died a long time ago. Less motivation, he supposed. Things would feel a little different now with her gone, but Cassius didn't seem too emotional. "Mother," he acknowledged quietly as she went by, realizing that this would probably the last time he would ever speak to her. Perhaps she would go off to find Method now. If only he could do the same.


Careful analyzing of the situation was immediate from the first signs that they had entered the Veldtlands. Tyzer was watchful and cautious for much of the way, his body lowered but his ears rigid. The atmosphere was fitting for their intentions. Perhaps the rain would conceal their scent somewhat as they skulked through the territory. Tyzer was quick to become aware of the presence of others, especially those of a few close to them.
He paused in the cover of some bushes and rocks. In the dimmer light, he took note of Ripthier's position before checking on his supplies. Where he was finished, he peered through a gap in the bushes and scanned the area. They were close now. The Throne loomed in the distance, as did a crowd linger. His pupils narrowed to slits and he ground his teeth together. Confrontation was inevitable. The intentions of the gathering were unclear, and Tyzer had to assess the situation once again. They would either have the advantage of having everyone distracted with their positions known, or they would have the disadvantage of the whole pride gathered and readily at attention.
"Which one?" Tyzer whispered, sounding dry and distracted. The Donovan line had a particularly well-known attribute of such color. After a moment of scanning nearby individuals' positions, he had answered his own question.
As Ripthier moved from cover, Tyzer shot him a desperate warning look. What had gotten into him? Had he no caution? This was not something the male could dwell on, he had to analyze the scenario now at hand and think of a new plan. Tyzer scraped at the ground with his claws. Out of time.
Tyzer steeled himself for confrontation, and then stood up. Traces of slyness and scrutiny were gone now. In their place was a tense confidence. His posture was taut and his head was raised as he followed Ripthier quickly but steadily. He looked to Cocaine and offered a formal nod of acknowledgement. The relationship between Stella and the red and black male was unknown to Tyzer, but he was quick to assume at their tender gesture.
This was not what he had expected. Days of careful thought could not have prepared him for the situation now. "My name is Tyzer." he said calmly, stiffly, formally. "Stella, what is all this?"

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Thanks, Kah

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[Noa]

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Ryssor just trembled. Her head was clouded with emotions, thoughts, what was unfolding in front of her, the yelling, the pride gathering and being nosey.. why couldn't she suffer a death in her family that wasn't heralded by the eyes of many? She shook her head and looked up to Stella saying goodbye to her children. At least.. until Nerante had stood in front in her.

Her ears folded back in his presence. Not sure what to think. He seemed sincere enough, but her emotions were still volatile. She wanted to yell out at him, strike him down, tear his throat out, decapitate him.. the thought was tempting, as was the image.

But that was stupid. She was still angry about her son. Angry that she would take it out on anyone.

Nonetheless though, something was still off about Nerante. She had known Nerante for a year.. that pretty much qualified her to know how he reacted. Even in the wake of her son's death, he seemed too calm about it. It didn't feel like the bleat of a father who had lost a son. It was like he was almost sorry for different reasons.

But then again, he was a healer. He had seen a lot of things in his profession. Birth. Death. The weirdest of things. Not a lot bought his emotions to the surface, but Ry clinged to the notion that he had humanity in him still. Humanity that would show him that he was sad that his own flesh and blood was gone forever.

But she wanted to scream at him and accuse him of drawing fake tears, putting up a facade, accuse him.

No.. she was going insane. She couldn't say that. He was.. he was a good person. They had shared many things together. Nerante was capable of love and devotion and heartbreak. Like he always did, he kept himself together. He had to.

He hadn't only lost a son, but potentially his mother too.

"I.." She spoke for the first time since what felt like forever, her throat raw, her voice barely coming out and masked under a thick layer of rasp. "It's okay.. it will be fine. I.. I just hope to god that he.. he didn't.. feel pain. He.. he didn't deserve to go so early.."

She faded away when Nerante turned to Lord Funeral to ask permission for a funeral. Ryssor swallowed, but found it hard to. Sore throat, trembling, trying to keep herself steady and calm.. but the images flooded into her mind.

Watching Damien grow up.

"Hey ma, look at me!"

"I'm watching!"

"Best flyer around, ma! Even better than the others!"

"I know, kiddo. You make me so proud. You're going to grow up one hell of a feline."

Watching him go through life along his litter mates.

It was too much. A gaze at his body was all it took for her to look the other way, paw covering her eyes, choking back a gasp and trying to block those optimistic images from her head.

She needed a justification.

At least you won't grow up knowing how much of a whore your mother was, Damien. But that doesn't mean I don't love you as much as your brothers and sisters. Till the day I die myself. Until then.. I can only hope you went quickly. That is the best this mother can give you.

"N-no!" Firenze sobbed, pressing up against his mother. His dear old mother.. who given him life and was now being exiled. "They can't.. no! Mother! Please! Don't leave!" His cries resonated, especially to Ryssor, as the old lioness left the pride forever. Her stomach knotted fiercely at the sounds and it reminded her of herself. Being seperated from her mother.. at least the poor boy hadn't gone through a death. But the exile in itself was death to him.

Cubs didn't deserve to ripped away from their mothers, no matter what. But at the same time, if Stella was threatening the lives of her own cubs.. maybe it was for the best. She seemed plainly conforming to the whole thing.. was it guilt? She didn't know. The whole thing just seemed to brush through anger to grief and back and forth. She closed her eyes and tried to blot out Firenze's cries, as well as the rest of everyone around her.

Estavan and Viktoria stood with the hunting party, watching as Circa reported in their progress. Nothing. Estavan, as much as the male didn't want to admit it openly, was right in his thoughts. Viciado was missing. Dead, perhaps. They'd caught a blood scent but there wasn't any body.

Viktoria agreed in earnst. Her expression contorted with thoughts of the entire thing. It was utterly suspicious. She had the grace of not being particularly close to the deceased and friends thereof, so her mind was more clear. Stella always was around the dens, and Nerante had come from the border with the dead cub. And then he says she killed the poor thing.. no it didn't make sense. But then again, being in Meurtrier was cause to be sneaky assholes.

Nonetheless, she was skeptical. Skeptical at least until there was evidence given.

The young teenager overheard everything. His mother was missing. Zephyr, free spirited as always, tried to keep an optimistic view on things. But it was hard, given the circumstances. His father was unresponsive, angry. It was grim news all around. He just bowed his head and closed his eyes.

"Please let mother be okay," He whispered, perhaps to himself. "Please, please, please.[/color][/td][/tr][tr][td][/table][/center]

[Caylis]

EVANGELINE CALIVER

Evangeline licked her uncle's ear before murmuring. "I'm gonna go find Atryn. Thank you, uncle Zephyr." she purred before leaping off his back and going to the dens to try to find her sibling. She pricked her ears and called. "Atryn?" she called, looking around, in and out of the rings of dens with a frown. Caesar was in the den at least, she quickly nodded before going to the other dens. "If this is some kind of joke, i'm not falling for it!" she hissed, lashing her tail before her ears flattened.. there was no scent of them.. at all. She gasped before whimpering and bolting through the Veldt. "Atryn?" she whimpered, before frantically turning her head. Her ears drooped before noticing Cocaine and Stella at the edge of the border. She lashed her tail before calling. "Commander Cocaine! Something tells me that Atryn's in trouble! I can't find him anywhere! I'm so sorry.. I let you down." she whimpered before hugging his leg, sobbing.

[LAD]

(Umm White? Only Atryn is gone lol)

[drifter]

Project Caliver | Kalea Crimson-Caliver


He stood as still as stone; inwardly feeling just as lifeless and cold as well. The Caliver son had watched the on goings in silence. No complaints came from him. The last time someone defended their mother they had ended up a prisoner. Project couldn't afford such disobedience. He had a family now after all.
As Stella made her rounds to her children he waited. He was patient as she started with the youngest, naturally. Green's flicked to Cassius briefly. There was a bit of disapproval of his brother's "goodbye" on Project's side, but still he remained silent. Finally Project approached his mother, his daughter Kalea at his heels. He gave Stella a quick nuzzle. "Perhaps one day we'll cross paths again." He whispered. He certainly hoped so. Project may not be one to outwardly show much emotion, but he had always considered Stella a friend to him.
Little Kalea had much she wanted to say and comment about the situation. Yet as her father remained quiet she was smart enough to know that she should be too. Once Project moved forward, she followed; her little red wings pressed close to her sides. Kal didn't know her grandmother very well but she loved her. Stella was family and Kalea was sad that she had to leave.
Once Project moved away, the cub offered Stella a quick nuzzle of her own. Her little black and white face buried into the older female's foreleg before she turned and jogged to take her place between her father's paws.

[FJ]

Grenade Donovan

He could not help the displeasure from crossing his gaze, furrowed brows aimed at his nephew for the cold reply; one half reminded him that Nerante was quite possibly overwhelmed and to be made to worry about his mother was too much, though the other half found it odd that he acted... as if he thought Grenade doubted him. It made him doubt him all the more so.

He would keep a vigilant eye on him.

Following the male's departure with his eyes a little, a suspicious look would fall upon his features for only a short while; he didn't dally where he was, preferring instead to come to the fringes of the gathering to better view it from this more encompassing vantage point. It was this he chose instead of coming to Ryssor to give his sympathy, and in his view it was the better choice for now--she didn't appear to be in a good mindset to be troubled further. Of course he still found himself only mildly concerned about that and wouldn't have let it stop him under better circumstances, but there was already far too much tension here. Best to leave things be.

Zenith Kain

Audits flicked forward to catch Caine's voice only to fall back, concern washing her features. "That's terrible," her oceanic eyes flitted to the den's entrance. "Cub-killers are rotten." So they didn't like them in their fold--at least if they killed their own pride's cubs?

It didn't vindicate Meurtrier from her uncertainty and fear, but it did honestly help her feel a little safer. It didn't even pass her mind that Viciado wasn't here--she simply assumed she must've been at the gathering. All the better for Caine presently, at least--he really didn't need cubs bombarding him with questions currently.

[kahara]

COCAINE

[/i][/color] Cocaine said to Stella, and nudged her forward to Tyzer and Ripthier. He knew neither of them, but knew that if they could call Stella by name, and had yet not attacked, that they were here not to attack Meurtrier -- a fool's mission. No. It was much more likely they were there for Stella. Though Cocaine couldn't be certain. There would be a day for answers; just not today.

The Second turned to face those whom with he had been presented. Neo was the most prominent figure he could see, so he took several paces forward and greeted the brute with a nod. Cocaine didn't much care to waste time on random dabbling, so he hoped, for Neo's sake, that this was important. However before Neo was given much of a chance to speak, Evangeline raced up to Cocaine and had wrapped herself into a hug at his leg. She rambled on about failing him. She also addressed him as commander, rather than father. While it was a great show of respect, it was something that Cocaine wanted to address sometime soon. No, those weren't of importance. He glanced down at her again (as he had momentarily lifted his head back to Neo) and frowned.

"Atryn?" He said thoughtfully. Yet another of Ryssor's young. The child may have been frightened from the chaos of the meeting and could have taken to hiding somewhere. Best find the child. He gently shook Eva from his leg and beckoned Neo to come with him. "Please speak as we walk, Neo, I must find Atryn. Eva, please go back and stay with your siblings, dear." The Commander said and began to walk back toward the camp. He had no time to spare one last glance to Stella, as much as he wanted to. He knew she would leave, with or without the visitors. If she needed help, all she need do is call for it. Meanwhile, Cocaine was all ears for whatever Neo had to say.

Back at camp, Nerante still awaited a response from Funeral. His gaze flickered to Devyn, who had also addressed the king. Did everyone suddenly think it was a good time to bother royalty and superiority with problems? It hardly seemed like a time for pestering. Then again this placed Nerante as guilty. Though perhaps he had a right to pester, his son needed a funeral. He kept his stance strong and awaited a reply.

Kodiac had moved away from the den he guarded. There was no longer a need. Stella and Cocaine had left and Caine had calmed enough that the red bloodbeast did not fear an uprising. He pitied the father, but that didn't last long. Estavan came to mind. His distant son that he worried about so much. Kodiac took to the air and began to circle in search of the lad. In the search party he found him. Estavan stood beside Viktoria.

"Estavan!" Kodiac greeted as he landed not far behind. "Son?" His tone questioning, as if asking permission to approach.

As soon as Kodiac had left the guarded spot, Caine lifted his head, though he did not move. There was little point to. Balthier II was out in distant lands to explore, Syn was Walter-knows-where, same for Marius. But Zephyr was there, and Zenith -- the unintentional adoptee -- as well. He turned to look at her, sad.

"Absolutely horrible indeed.. I.. there must be a service. A proper rest to the dirt for my grandson. Excuse me, Zenith." Caine said as he left the den. He didn't worry about Zenith making a runner. She'd be foolish to even try. He went right for Zephyr and nuzzled the boy warmly. "Oh Zephyr." He murmured, having not heard his son's whispering before. "We lay to rest a grandson, a nephew, a son, and pray that your mother is safe and well." Caine did his best to sound certain, to sound strong. But this had taken a toll on him.

Novocain whined out as his mother was escorted away, in exile, by their father. He rubbed up against Firenze and kept an eye out for Victoria, their sister of the same litter. Other older siblings lurked, but they all had their own business to attend to. Project with his children, and Cassius, who seemed, perhaps, indifferent. Then Kururu and the rest... but it was incomplete. Their mother was gone. Surely father had to have been wrong? This was an unfair punishment![/ul][/blockquote]

[Caylis]

Evangeline nodded, sniffling and wiped her tears away. "Yes, father! I won't let you down!" she promised before going over into the den with Caesar, lifting her head and calling, "Mother, come with us into the den! It's okay! Everything's gonna be okay!" she attempted to cheer up her mother, but her ears flattened slowly and looked to Caesar. "Have you seen Atryn anywhere?"

[Vee]

(Gonna end Rip's hiatus, then.)


For a good couple of minutes, there was no blinking from the older of the brothers. The scene unfolded, Ripthier's focus switching between the commander, his child, the dark beast and dear Stella. Words failed him, Cocaine's reaction however... To say the least it came as a big, fantastic and unexpected surprise. Far more preferable than the initial plan.

A rumbling from the nearing storm. The patting of few heavy raindrops as they hit the ground. The air was changing; smelt sweet even. The weighted feel of oppression lifted, and Ripthier rejoiced this moment as he blinked and sighed, posture loosening. Oh how perfect this will become. Stella, coming home with them for a new and hopefully better life. The rain became stronger now, but it did not feel depressing from their perspective.

Silvery blue eyes looked to his brother, a grin forming, then back to Stella, who he called to: "Ready?"


(I hope you're okay, Cani. ): )

[Silverfang]

The King's gaze slowly slid to meet Nerante as he spoke to him. A sincere but not deep dip of the head was given, perhaps just gently leaning forward to bend barely and raise himself up. "Of course." He stared down toward the grieving mother. "Ryssor?" His voice was calmer and significantly more tender. "If you are ready."

His attention snapped his head toward Devyn, the familiarity of the voice and word catching his attention just as he had finished speaking to the others. "Devyn." Dark emeralds overlooked him. What is it?
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At the information given, the child's ears flattened and she did nothing but gape as their mother was escorted away. She had given her mother a genuine bump of their heads, paws risen to hold her as though that would will her to stay with their family. But as she knew well, she ended up leaving with their father leading her elsewhere.

She would be stunned, shoulders shrugged, and silently and slowly made her way to Firenze and Novocain, nestling with them. She made no sound afterwards, simply clinging to those she knew well and better than most of the Pride could offer her. They were together since the very beginning, after all.

[kahara]

( This has been going on for a while, and I don't like skipping people.. D: But I also don't want it to drag on for too long. ;_; So if more replies don't come in, I'm doing a major jump to where Cocaine calls for the warriors to begin the hunt for Jericho! That way we all feel a bit less restricted to this roleplay. ;_____; Sorry. )

[Dingo]

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» TYZER

There was much commotion, yet Tyzer could hear the pounding of blood in his ears as the rain began to mat down his fur. Had their objective simply been handed over? The young male couldn't help but wonder why. What sort of variables surrounded such an occurrence? Tyzer had prepared for the absolute worst and this was unexpected to say the least.
He opened his jaws to speak, but for once he was lost for words. He simply looked from Ripthier to Cocaine and nodded his respect and gratitude. Naturally curious, he tilted his head at the scene as the black and red male spoke and then addressed some other things. Now that they were out in the open, Tyzer was much more aware of surrounding company. His eyes widened at the approach of a cub and his ears fell flat against the back of his head. He listened carefully to what each had to say, even though it wasn't directed towards him. There was obviously much more going on here. A plague.. one of illness? A missing cub? Although Tyzer was quite curious, it didn't sound like something he wanted to be involved in. There was nothing he could do to help. They had gotten what they went there for, and now it was time to leave and avoid pushing their luck.
"You have our gratitude. Best of luck, Commander." He nodded briefly. The cub had addressed him as Commander, so Tyzer supposed it safe to assume his title.
He almost couldn't believe it. No conflict, no espionage, no questions. His gaze lingered on the view before him for a few more moments as he scanned the scene one last time. After taking everything in, he turned back to Ripthier. "Meant to be, it seems, according to good fortune and coincidence." A relieved smile presented itself as he relaxed just slightly, but they weren't out of the Veldt yet, so to speak. Tyzer wanted to solidify their success by leaving the territory without complication. He met Ripthier's gaze and nodded.

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[LAD]

(I know Cani is busy but I still feel bad for posting without her x.x Buuut here goes. x: and yus, posting from phone, no coding cause I'm a lazy shit and this includes several people)


Sepheral, Devyn, Malluce, Samara, Kaden, Adalyn, Shinku, Aidan, Cheri, Nixen, Vitanali Donato, DarkMoon, DarkStar


Sepheral watched from a far, huffing her purple mane out of her face. She was surprised at how Ripthier just walked up, but then again not so surprised. She tensed as Neo approached Cocaine, ducking lower to the ground and behind her rock, and then perked her ears when the little Evangeline approached Cocaine, crying about Atryn, and she flinched. Poor Ryssor. How much more damage would that mother deal with? She shook her head sadly and watched as Cocaine turned away, his new concern his son. She stepped out from where she stood, tail tip flicking unsurely at the male near her brother. She trotted forward, "Ripthier." A small smile came to her face, and then she looked at Stella, pressing her muzzle against Stella's side briefly before looking up at Rip, and then flicking her gaze towards Tyzer.

Devyn's gaze flickered to Nerante just as Nerante's flicked to him, and he narrowed his eyes on him. Devyn briefly wondered if Nerante thought he was wrong to speak to his father in a time as such. His gaze snapped back up to Funeral though as he called his name. "Dad, when this..." He glanced around, "Is all settled a bit, could we talk?" His pink eyes glimmered brightly with something untold. But even as he spoke those words he felt someone else approach him from the side. Malluce. Devyn flicked his gaze to his half brother, and Malluce looked at him. They're gazes clashed with and something soft rumbled within each of their throats, though not heard by anyone else. Malluce turned away first, "Hello Father. Devyn, Nerante." He glanced back at Devyn. "Does my baby brother need help with something?" Malluce asked curiously, the malice tinting his tone of voice, but barely. Devyn narrowed his eyes into a glare, but flicked his tail, waving away his brothers words. "Nothing of your concern, big brother." Those words. 'Baby brother.' 'Big brother.' They were taunts within the taunts. Malluce's lip curled within the slightest, but he bumped his head against Devyn's shoulder, seemingly a display of affection and looked at Nerante over Devyn's head. Devyn was still shorter than him at the current moment. "We're both sorry for your loss, Nerante. For both of them, your mother, and your cub." He said, sharp eyes watching Nerante closely.

Samara glanced around, her gaze landing on each individual, before smirking at Malluce and Devyn at the throne. She had been one of the very very few that Malluce openly told about his disdain for his half blood siblings. He believed his mother should still be at Funeral's side, and whoever got him as a mate would be one lucky gal unless she decided to abandon him - then Samara would tear them apart. She chuckled to herself, her gaze flicking over to Ryssor and Nerante. She shook her head. The cub was dead. That was that. And who the hell would even want cubs for crying out loud. Apparently everyone. What was she missing? She shrugged it off and eagerly awaited Malluce's return.

Kaden, Adalyn and Shinku had attempted to get the cubs away, but that thoroughly failed when they all rushed past them and ignored them. So they gave up and merely watched instead, and Shinku tilted his head, his family was over there. He waved his tail to Kaden and Adalyn and trotted over to them, head-butting Kejethan on the shoulder. "Brother, uncle Neo." He nodded to Asesino but didn't really address her further than that.

The three Demonics turned away at Aidan's signal, leaving Meurtrier in peace. She had to report back to her father about the turmoil, but she paused, even as Cheri and Nixen continued to walk off. Her gaze flicked back once more at a little cub calling for another. Atryn? Her eyes narrowed at the name. She'd remember that.

Three pure red figures walked side by side, the shortest in the middle of them both, the two on either side with large wings nearly draping over the smaller 'ess. They each glanced around, the one in the middle pressing her tail against the one on her rights' shoulder. "Makes me wonder what happened." She murmured softly, eyes taking in the gathering. The one on her right shrugged. "Who knows. I haven't been to Meurtrier ever since Former died." He replied. The one on her left chortled, ignoring the sharp look the 'ess gave him. "I haven't been to Meurtrier since my lovely daughter killed me." He gave the said 'ess a look of his own which she snorted to. "Come. Let us see if we can lend a paw." They continued to move together, they're eyes flicking up to Funeral who was on the throne. However, the one on the right had his eyes elsewhere. "Cocaine?" The male looked frantic, and while he had - surprisingly - never got the chance to get to know Cocaine, he had been Second while Cocaine had been captain, and Former leader. He flicked his tail. "I'll be back ma." The Dante look-a-like broke away from his mother and grandfather and trotted to the male. "Cocaine!" Donato called. He ignored the others, he didn't know them and they weren't important to him. DarkMoon and DarkStar however, stayed put, watching him go. They would be addressed sooner or later if it was any importance.

Vitanali shifted in her mother's belly happily content in the warmth.

[Jason]

Neo's eyes narrowed as more appeared... At least adults. Perhaps this was not wise. His teeth appeared as more appeared and a low growl sounded from his chest, soft, but still incredibly malicious. He could not help the sound. He was much to violent naturally to hide it. "Do not get nervous," he mumbled to Cocaine as he brushed a wing over the male as if to shield him from the rain. It worked effectively, but he just wanted to make contact. He could send his words silently, thoughts, images, just as he could with Jasper. He could not receive unless the other shared such a talent. Cocaine would receive images of demons and Neo's feelings of unease and suspicion toward Nerante. His notions of Viciado's possible meddlings were also given. It was much faster than talking, but it could be a bit hard to understand at times. The contact stopped and tilted his head at Cocaine. "If you want, we may chat later. Would you like me to locate your son? I'm a skilled tracker."

Adelaide remained on the fringe of the entire ordeal. Heavily pregnant, which was both exciting and unsettling. How many cubs did she carry? As the dominant female of Jaaku and Raegan's mate, she figured she ought to know what was going on in Meurtrier. She watched Aidan walk off with Cheri and Nixen and wondered what passed through the other's mind. Instead, the tigress laid down, watching silently. She would intervene if a member of Jaaku got out of hand,

[kahara]

COCAINE & everyone else \o/

[/i] He said. The closer he got to the camp again, the more whom approached. It was near irritating, but he remained as calm as he could. He parted from Neo's side, trusting that the beast could handle himself and search for Atryn, only to find Donato in the way -- wait, Donato? He blinked in confusion and frowned deeply in frustration. Of all of the times..

"Donato." He greeted. Cocaine only slowed his pace momentarily to beckon the beast to walk with him. "It's been many moons since I've last seen you. Shame you've arrived now. We've much to catch up on, no doubt, but please talk as we walk." Cocaine said. He was closer to the camp now, but he would need to wait for Neo to come back and inform Cocaine of whether or not Atryn was still in the Veldt. No need to alarm everyone until he knew for sure.

Novocain cuddled up with his sister and brother. The three of them were as tight as sibling bonds could get. Upon the sight of their father returning; with a beast as red as freshly spilled blood, he nudged Victoria and Firenze and scrambled to his paws. Cocaine seemed busy, but Novocain desperately wanted answers. Still, even Novocain knew not to get in the way of father's business. The pride had to come first.

Kejethan turned his head to Shinku upon the head-butt, though he nodded in return. "Brother." He greeted. Casper looked up at the brothers and moved himself closer to Caspian. Meanwhile, Asesino gave Shinku a little nod of acknowledge before she turned her attention on present youth.

"Dante, Caspian, Casper, why don't we head somewhere else? Everyone's very busy. Perhaps you could teach me what you've learned from Academy, Dante, Caspian; and Casper, you can teach me what you've learned in your one on one training with Kejethan the past few days." Asesino said as she turned and flicked her tail for the three to follow. Casper turned and waited to walk with Caspian shoulder to shoulder. He glanced at Dante briefly, realizing he didn't know his half brother as well as he should have. Kejethan watched them, though his interests lay with his brother rather than them. Not that he'd pick favorites among family...

Nerante dipped his head in thanks to Funeral, and turned back to Ryssor. She would give the word. His gaze turned on Devyn and Malluce. They offered their apologies at the loss of his and Ryssor's son. Nerante dipped his head, to say thanks, then turned back to Ryssor and awaited what she had to say. No doubt, knowing her, all she wanted to do was get away for a while.

The demonics of Jaaku had remained in their seats, overlooking the Meurtrierian chaos. Areta with son Hagan, Tear with daughter Farrah. Parox nearby, but away from the mothers. Areta was the first to turn away, Hagan following. Upon seeing Adelaide; the new dominant and mate of Raegan, she headed over her way. She had yet to give her respects, and no time was better than a time of chaos for their allies. Adelaide deserved to know she had respect.

Upon approach, Areta dipped her head and sat down. Hagan followed his mother's example and settled down. Tear had turned away as well, and followed Areta. Parox, however, was still being a nosy little shit.

"I've yet to proper congratulate you, Adelaide. I wish good fortune on the unborn." Areta said. Tear nodded in agreement; Hagan and Farrah followed their mother's examples, though they felt a bit out of place. Talking to a dominant, to them, was intimidating![/ul]
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