gabu | abolition warrior | wolfdog hybrid

location ; abolition camp| mentions ; dove, levi, rutilis.

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The soft drizzle of the afternoon sun dripped through the stained the warrior den. soaking into his large and broad grey body. his eyes closed as he had his long muzzle tucked into his white arms. his ears flicking at the soft murmurs of his pack, even stirring him awake as everyone got louder. the harsh tone of the leader was what caught him off guard. confusion staining his face as he raised his white muzzle, the stale scent of the warriors hitting the roof of his mouth. Gabu gazed around the dark den before lowering his large head down, placing one paw of the other in a wary state. hoping no one noticed how late he woke up. embarrassment heating his thick pelt while he walked out, keeping his head low and his body small. he was insecure about his massive size, trying not to tower over the other canines that tried to talk to him. walking cautiously around the clearing, his grey ears flicked at the murmur. it was meek and high-pitched, it sounded like a pup. Gabu paused for several heartbeats before shaking his head, dismissing the voice as a simple mind trick. he began trotting across before nearly tripping over his paws hearing the voice again. his dark brown eyes, worn and tired, gazed around the clearing before spotting the tail tip of the healer. curiosity prodded his sided as he kept his head low, his dark grey pelt masking well in the shade as he approached the healer, the scent of the warrior hit him along with the sent of a pup. he wasn't wrong, victory filled his large chest until he got closer to see the small pup. sympathy overwhelmed him instead and he lowered his white and grey head. his black nose nearly touching the ground as he opened his maw, "Hey there, little one. what are you doing out here?" he tried to make his voice sound soft, but unfortunately, it still sounded gruff and rumbly like the embodiment of a wolf. Gabu wished that he had different parents sometimes, but if all else failed, he could go out in the territory and enjoy the weather. "I don't smell blood on him, but I also don't smell the other pack," he reported to the healer, keeping his head low to meet her eyes. Gabu always liked being around the healer, the sweet and familiar smells of flowers and herbs was always a pleasant and calming feeling. he also liked to keep some of his bug collection near the healer den in case. his attention was brought back to the mysterious pup. he lowered his large and skinny body near the pup. his thick tail touching the ground along with his belly. his dark brown eyes stared into the pups, wanting the pup to feel secure with them. "you need any help?"

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Rutilis | Loner | Pup | Location: Abolition camp; outskirts | Mentions: Gabu, Dove, Levi

Rutilis had been forced to lay down. His heart ached metaphorically and, unfortunately, in a literal sense as well. He just wanted Mama and Papa. He just wanted comfort. He just wanted to watch the stars, curl up against Papa, and sleep. His breathing was shallow, as inhaling too deep sent a sharp pain through his chest. His behemoth paws were stretched straight out, his tongue hanging from his gaping little mouth. His eyes bore the panic a separated child might feel when they lose their parents in a grocery store. He knew they would find him, but until they did it was scary. Rather unnerved, Ru stared through the chain link. Had they somehow gotten over there? Just as he scraped together enough breath and resolve to call them once more, the sound of paws reached his ears.

He watched a stranger rush past him, do a double take, and return. He watched without alarm, no dog had ever hurt him, and his chest was still too tight to allow him to rise. At her inquiry he responded, audibly short of breath, attempting to regulate his words and wind to ease the fist in his chest. "My name is Ru." He paused here for a moment, drawing in more air than he'd been able to before. The anxiety still clouded his chest and rose up like bile in his throat, but his heart rate was gradually dropping. "I'm looking for Mama and Papa." He peered past Dove as if she might have the pair in tow, to no avail. He then sought the stranger's gaze again. "Have you seen them?" His voice was quiet, his words slow, a paradox for a puppy his age. Then, a second stranger appeared, a dark one, and sent him a muted, submissive greeting. Rutilus blinked in return, before repeating what he'd said to Dove. "I'm looking for Mama and Papa. But they'll be back soon." He turned his head to look over his shoulder, but a burning sensation at the base of his skull stopped the swivel. A wound. How did that get there?

Perplexed, Ru's attention slowly returned to this dark, massive stranger. Even the hybrid's gravelly voice didn't phase the pup. He was quiet, but he had never been given a reason to fear strangers, especially ones that sounded as nice as these two. When the dark one laid beside him, Ru shuffled a bit so he could face the mix. Thankfully, no sharp pain accompanied this action. His chest was loosening, the fist gradually vanishing. "I don't think I need any help. They should be back soon, anyway. I just don't know where they went. Have you seen them?"

Levi | 4 Years | Male | Central Asian Shepherd Mix | Abolition Warrior
Location: Abolition Camp | Mentions: Dove, Kirtonos, Rutilis, Gabu

Levi trotted after Dove with urgency, his hackles rising slightly. The sound became more distinct the closer they came, the voice of a pup crying out for help. His pawsteps hastened, nearly tripping over the healer as she veered toward something hidden within the tall grass. He pressed into Dove's side, sensing the rush of emotions washing over her once they came upon Rutilis. The newcomer asked after his parents and a feeling of dread dropped into his stomach. Levi examined the wound but found he didn't have the expertise to know whether or not it might prove fatal. He tried to read Dove's expression but couldn't tell what she was thinking through her distress.

As Gabu approached, stating he couldn't scent anything unusual about the pup Levi scowled at the other male incredulously. "Your nose must be broken then, and your eyes too," he retorted in a skeptical whisper, the reek of blood and sight of Rutilis' wound leaving him on edge and a bit sick. Other scents clung to the pup. Dogs he assumed to be the poor child's missing parents and another he knew far too well, bear. His eyes scanned their surroundings as if expecting the beast to burst through the fence and finish the job. "We should get this little one back to camp."

His eyes lowered to the pup's, a kind smile crossing his muzzle. "We haven't, but we can look for them," he promised, tail wagging behind him. "In the meantime would you like to see our home, and meet our leader? You've come all this way after all, even if unintentionally. I'm sure Mercy would love to see you. Will you come with us then? Just for now?"

gabu | abolition warrior | wolfdog hybrid

location ; abolition camp| mentions ; dove, levi, rutilis, quillon.

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the gentle breeze of the wind passed through his thick grey fur, not getting a chill through his bones as he stared at the golden pup. his large dark ears flickered as he listened to the tiny voice, raising his long muzzle to tilt his head. "I understand, but it's dangerous for a little pup to stand around," he told the dog, his attention going to the male warrior on the comment of his nose. a small frown tugging on his ebony lips as his gaze fell on the pup, avoiding the eye of the male dog. "I meant he doesn't smell like the other pack. he smells of his mother's milk and ash. the blood is fresh, but he doesn't smell like the other pack." he explained, but everything fell silent as the voice of the healer came back. her herb scent lingering in the air, hitting the roof of the wolfdog's mouth. sweet and familiar. watching her slink away, sadness tracing his face as his eyes glanced down at the pup that swung from her jaws. Gabu rose onto his large paws as a heavy sigh emitted from his nose, "I hope Mercy accepts the pup. I don't want to live with the thought of turning away a pup." he whispered to himself, his long white legs taking a swift step out as he wanted to get ready to talk to the leader. Gabu always looked up to her, being a wolfdog such as himself, he admired her courage and ambition as a leader. he was happy to know there was a hybrid like him, and meeting Mercy helped him settle the racing thoughts in his mind every day. the grey wolfdog hummed seeing the male dog approach him and Levi, his ears falling back and lowered his large head. not wanting to explain the situation to the other male, and kept his eyes on his white paws. he didn't want the news of the pup's arrival to take a whirlwind in the pack, but he knew it wouldn't be such a secret if they met with Mercy. "good morning." he mumbled to the dog, allowing for Levi to explain the situation if he wanted to. Gabu wasn't sure if he should talk about the pup, or if he should keep it silent.

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Levi | 4 Years | Male | Central Asian Shepherd Mix | Abolition Warrior
Location: Abolition Camp | Mentions: Dove, Rutilis, Gabu, Quillon

The way Gabu's gaze fell away, refusing to meet his, brought a sense of guilt to Levi. Perhaps he had been a bit harsh. It wasn't typical for him to be snappish. The sight of a wounded pup and the prospect of a bear being in the area left him feeling strung tight with tension, but that was hardly an excuse to turn on a fellow warrior. Levi leaned down, nosing Gabu's shoulder in a silent apology before nodding in agreement with Dove's advice. Preparing to dart after her so he would make it back to camp either before or at the same moment as the healer, Quillon's arrival saw him pause midstep, interrupting his plans. The dog's mouth was full of prey, but Levi could see the fury and confusion in his eyes.

"Easy, Quillon," he greeted, seeing Gabu was in no hurry to keep the other male informed. "We found a pup. He was injured and carried a hint of bear on his pelt. Dove's taking him back to her den and the rest of us need to report to Mercy right away. Let's not panic just yet boys. The fact there isn't a bear barreling toward us as we speak is probably a good sign it's not following the boy. If it's still in our territory we'll track it down and deal with it then," he spoke confidently before turning back towards the pack, his strides quick. As they entered and he spotted Mercy staring at them with sharp eyes, he nodded toward Gabu, urging him to speak with her as he swerved toward the healer's den, peering inside. "How's it going in here?"

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Mercy | 5 Years | Female | Wolfdog Hybrid | Abolition Leader
Location: Abolition Camp | Mentions: Kirtonos, Dove, Rutilis, Gabu, Quillon

Mercy's gaze flitted upward, rays of light slipping in through the large tears in the ceiling to bathe portions of flooring in gold. The day would soon be at its hottest and it would be difficult to traverse the city without the risk of burning off one's paw pads until dusk. If she wished to leave the building before then now would be the time. The sound of claws clicking in an uneven gait drew her attention to Kirtonos. Despite his injury, he appeared bright and energized, prepared for his next mission. The edges of her mouth lifted upward in the faintest hints of a smile. "You should rest," she pointed out mildly. "At least until tonight. You'll have plenty to do then I can assure you."

A new scent wafted toward her on the breeze and Mercy's hackles rose, immediately rolling onto her paws. Dove appeared first, an unfamiliar pup with a bloodied skull dangling from her jaws. She didn't stop to explain, disappearing inside her den with urgency. A mixture of concerning scents hit her nose and she began making her way after her, but a trio of warriors bursting into camp blocked her path, resulting in her ears folding back. Her harsh gaze settled on Gabu and Quillon as Levi retreated, single sighted eye flickering between them. "What in the name of the ancestors is going on?"

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Aleksei |3 Years | Male | Sighthound Mix | Insurgent Healer
Location: Abolition Woodland | Mentions: Kaz

It was most unwise to wander outside of one's territory, especially without backup, but Aleksei didn't have any intentions of getting caught. Frustrated with the lack of herbs to be found within Insurgent's own hunting grounds, the healer felt himself tempted to see what treasures the woodlands might hide. Luck was in his favor this noon it seemed, he'd come across something of interest. Aleksei examined the flowers with a critical eye, pawing at the bright petals gingerly. “You would make a lovely decoration,” he commented wistfully, “but I’m afraid you have more practical uses.” Leaning forward, he carefully sliced through the stems with his teeth before scooping up the prized plants.

A sudden whimpering saw him pause, dark eyes scanning the landscape, ears unfolding and perking straight up into the air. When nothing leaped from the woodlands at him he took a few tentative pawsteps toward the sound, sniffing for anything unusual. "Hello?" Searching around him, it wasn't long before he spotted something huddled beneath a tangle of roots. The creature smelled like another dog, but their appearance was distorted between the roots and their mange ridden pelt. "It's alright dear, come out, won't you? There is nothing to fear from little old me."

gabu | abolition warrior | wolfdog hybrid

location ; abolition camp| mentions ; mercy, levi, kirtonos.

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the basking of heat lapping against his thick grey pelt as he walked beside the warrior. the apologetic nudge from Levi warmed his heart, appreciating the sincere gesture, but his timid nature wasn't so grateful. his ears falling back in shame, knowing that he tried to hide hit claws and large teeth. Gabu never liked unnecessary hostility or fighting, but sometimes he had to intimidate his way out of sticky situations. giving a nervous smile to Levi, thankful for him to explain the situation to Quillon. During the walk, Gabu slowly began to raise his head. gazing among his packmates as the warriors neared closer to the den. the dust that speckled the air as they stepped forward. a ball of anxiety lurched in his white throat as they entered. Mercy, a noble and courageous hybrid, leader of a hardworking pack. She was everything Gabu wanted to be. he wanted to be confident, he didn't want to hide his teeth. he didn't want to feel so bulky compared to the other dogs, despite his skinny frame, he always felt like he was towering over the others. he wanted to hold his chin up high as she did. listening to her demanding tone, he brushed his thick tail against the flank of the dog. wanting to let him know he wanted to speak with her. Gabu raised his head, meeting her eyes with a solemn look. "Mercy. a golden pup named Rutilis was found by Dove and Levi outside of camp." he started, his voice still holding its grumbly tone, but he still sounded mature. "he is wounded on the head by a bear and is looking for his parents. Levi and I believe that his parents were killed by the same bear." His face fell, grimaced by the orphaned pup, but he continued. "he doesn't smell of the other packs. he smells of his mother's milk, blood, and bear. I don't think it's safe for a young pup to be out there with a possibility of a bear." his voice became firmer towards the end of his report, but his pelt flushed and was quick to put his ears back. his head held down slightly but kept his eyes on the female. hoping she could've agreed with them.

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Mercy | 5 Years | Female | Wolfdog Hybrid | Abolition Leader
Location: Abolition Camp | Mentions: Kirtonos, Dove, Rutilis, Gabu, Quillon

"Indeed, it would please me," Mercy confirmed, satisfied Kirtonos wouldn't put up a fuss. His loyalty to duty was admirable, but the dark-furred male rarely considered his own worth. A dog like him would be difficult to replace and she had few intentions of finding him a successor any time soon. Even if that meant forcing him to sit still over a wound minuscule as a mutated rat bite.

Gabu's report was met with an unreadable expression, this new whirlwind of information crashing through her brain like a hurricane. Her first instinct was to go to the pup and mother him, some unseen parental instinct tugging her toward the healer's den. She resisted, pacing to-and-fro instead as if agitated by the news. Rutilis was in good paws. Dove would tend to him and see to his wounds. The possibility of a bear and two dead dogs within their territory was a far more pressing matter, as was the lack of herbs. Mercy doubted Dove would have everything she needed to treat the pup with what was left of her pitiful stash.

"You, Quillon and Levi must continue to the cooling tower alone. Ask Dove for directions and what she needs. Between the three of you, you'll have decent protection and more than enough mouths to carry everything back," Mercy growled, pelt bushing at the thought of a bear daring to prowl her woods. "After our herb stock is properly restored we will search for the beast as a pack," she concluded. "In the meantime, stay vigilant for any sign of it, or this poor bastard's parents," she added, her gaze straying to the healer's den.

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Aleksei |3 Years | Male | Sighthound Mix | Insurgent Healer
Location: Abolition Woodland | Mentions: Kaz, Kardama

Double tails swayed behind him like welcoming banners as the pup inched forward, leaving behind his temporary safe haven. "My name is Aleksei, I'm from Insurgent; one of the packs that call this city home. Have you ever heard of us?" Deciding to leave out the fact they stood on enemy ground seemed his best bet at the moment, the poor dear was already nervous enough and there was no need to stress him further. "I'm a healer, I can help you," he added before moving closer, examining his bloodied face and shoulders with a neutral expression. The wounds were ghastly, but he wouldn't allow the pup to see his horror.

"Can you walk?" He questioned, taking in the state of him. The youngster was worryingly thin, but his blocky frame suggested his lineage were of a larger breed and the diminutive hound worried how well he could carry the lad. Aleksei wasn't built with a strong jaw or muscled neck. He was meant for running and taking down prey with sharp, tearing bites. Not holding or carrying things. Before Kaz could answer a new voice joined them and Aleksei whirled to face the unfamiliar dog, pelt bristling. The female confronting them was massive, but her words implied she was not of Abolition, and her scent further confirmed this observation.

He watched her warily, scowling a bit as Kaz retreated back into the roots. "I can treat it, if you come with me," he urged, shooting the towering female a scathing look for scaring his patient. "She is right though," he admitted reluctantly. "This isn't Insurgent territory, and none of us should be here. We should leave before a patrol catches on to our presence. If you come with me everything will be fine, I promise," he encouraged soothingly, even knowing these words might be false. The boy was malnourished, and mange was often difficult to treat, but he would certainly give this pup his best.