Bailey | Sun Tribe | Warrior | Location: Sun City | Mentions: Araclei, Kirtonos

The female shifted her eyes over the Murk Deer and their cargo, silently assessing the best way to unload the precious water. Considering she'd tended to do more aggressive tasks such as patrolling and protecting borders, offloading deliveries from Murk Deer was not something she was familiar with, especially considering the how close the sacred animals would be to her teeth as she worked. Still, the straps holding the water pouches were of traditional Earth Tribe design, very similar to her own harness. Using that knowledge she pulled lightly on the leather bags, and was pleasantly surprised when they came lose without a problem. After repeating the process a few times it seemed that her and Kirtonos had completed their task. She stepped back to allow the wolfdog to herd the rest of the Murk Deer into the shade, and noticed him whisper into the ear of another warrior.

Assuming he was assigning the task of storing the water pouches, Bailey took a moment to turn her attention to Araclei's sermon. Instinctively her paws guided her a couple steps closer to the Priestess so she could more clearly hear the words being said. She basked in the noise of the sermon for a moment, closing her eyes and letting the light that the sun god had gifted the world melt into her pelt. Her eyes fluttered open after a moment, and she shook her head to clear it. The warrior could use her own time to worship Elio, but right now she was supposed to be escorting the Murk Deer back to the border. Her gaze darted to Kirtonos, and she padded swiftly to his side before speaking to the dark furred male. "Will anyone else be joining us?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side slightly before continuing, "or are you and the Murk Deer all ready to go?


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Aspen | Earth Tribe | Second In Command | Location: Earth Tribe Territory | Mentions: Asra, Eden

The tall male shuffled his paws, noticing that Asra had distanced herself. He shot her an apologetic glance, but took no offense to her actions. He tended to be quite familiar with most tribe members, viewing them all as his responsibilities to care for. Regardless, he nodded along, agreeing in part with both females. On one hand it was correct and moral to trust the Sun Tribe. But, knowing the war-prone tribe meant that he didn't exactly have faith that they would respect the tentative peace between their tribes. Lost in thought, he startled slightly when messenger raven fluttered down in front of the small group. The male took a deep breath, forcing the fur on his hackles to lower. This was clearly a peaceful messenger, of course, not one intended for him. The Second In Command turned his head towards the forest, feigning interest in the trees as to not intrude on the message it relayed to Eden. Still, he half-listened, just incase the information was important to the tribe's safety, or if he were mentioned.

Maximum Stood At the Edge Of The Earth And Moon border Looking Out Over the start Of The earth Tribe, He Seemed To Be The Only Moon Tribe Warrior And Wished He Had Another Wolf To Patrol With. "Hey, Hey Max" A Little bird From above Chirped. "Did You Find anything?" Max Replied Back to The Bird. the Bird shook His Head "No, No Sir I Did Not Find Anything" the Bird Said, And Landed On Max's Shoulder. This Was Mercy and Mocking Bird He Had Mastered A Few Sentences And Was Still Learning. "Good Here", Maximum Gave Mercy a Small Caterpillar for his hardships. Maximum began to walk over To the Moon Market To Restock On Offerings To Mercy. Yeah Offerings.

Spiro | 4 Years | Male | Sun Leader
Location: Sun City | Mentions: Araceli, Kirtonos

The sun striking his pale back brought with it a steady burning sensation that chased the ghostly hound back to the shadows, ascending the staircase with rapid strides until he stood beneath the shade of his cathedral. Golden eyes narrowed, not daring to peer directly into the sun, but gazing slightly upwards with a hint of annoyance. 'Elio, what have we done to anger you so? Can't you see you're killing us? How can we fight in your honor if we die from thirst?'

Gilded stare shifting to follow Araceli as she glided through the crowd with extraordinary grace, her movements precise and refined, Spiro settled onto his stomach, paws crossing delicately. Her mellifluous voice drifted to him from her perch, the sun framing her head like a flaming crown as if Elio himself were enthralled by her beauty, caught in the divine web of her words. His dear friend certainly knew how to weave a compelling sermon, he could feel a rush of conviction fill his bones, his blood running hot through his veins.

His head rotated to peer at his tribemates, gauging their reactions. The majority were appropriate, awed and comforted. Then there were the few who barely seemed to pay the winsome priestess any mind, once such dog being his trusted second, Araceli's exquisitely crafted words falling on unhearing ears. A frown formed on his muzzle, his gaze burning into the back of Kirt's head. How could he resist her, if not for her speech than the elegance with which she performed? It was difficult for Spiro to imagine anyone wouldn't gaze upon her with the same reverence he did.

His spindly tail lashed against the baked stone he rested on, stirring up dust as he subdued his displeasure. Kirt's agonism was not a shock to him, he'd known before even naming the hybrid his second he lacked conviction. It showed in his actions and absence of regard whether he wished it to or not. Some of the elders noticed as well. It was another reason he chose him. Their bristling coats and clenched jaws were quite the reward. Now though...now Spiro fretted his actions offended Elio, that this was what brought the drought to their lands.

He cast his gaze back to Kirt. He didn't want to remove the male from his position unnecessarily. He was useful, effective, and admittedly easy on the eyes. Even if he had utter bullshit to report Spiro could content himself watching the way his muscles rippled beneath his dark pelt.

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Aquila | 4 Years | Male | Moon Priest
Location: Moon Tribe Fortress | Mentions: Kite, Cygnus

Aquila listened with interest as his leader detailed the nightmare, eyes giving away nothing. It troubled her, certainly, but was it a vision, or merely the workings of an overactive mind burdened by the casualties of war? "Sometimes dreams are just dreams, terrible concoctions of the unconscious mind," he soothed, a giant paw resting atop one of hers consolingly.

"I will have a word with Cygnus and see what she thinks, but for now I wouldn't let it worry you." He cast his honey-hued eyes to the hints of sky visible through cracks in the ceiling, the moon long vanished. "Aibek will not allow us to burn. I am certain of that. It doesn't hurt to be cautious or vigilant, though. If this is a warning it will not be the last." It was a shame they were well into spring, Cygnus having already attended her yearly journey through the mountain to visit their god's great altar.

Had Aibek offered her any words of wisdom or premonition? Surely she would have spoken of them by now if so? "Is there anything else I can help you with Kite?" He asked, pushing these inquiries aside for the time being. They would become clear in due time.

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Polaris | 6 Years | Female | Loner
Location: Desert | Mentions: Caspian, Eden, Kite

The news traveling through Earth Tribe's territory would be required caused Polaris to pause momentarily, considering the risks. Eden would undoubtedly recognize her just as easily as Kite, but she doubted there would be too many issues from the compassionate Saluki. Would she turn away an old heathen like her at the border, or welcome her to traverse through her land alongside this curly-haired stranger? Amber eyes flickered over him, watching grains of sand collect in the coils of his fur. His complaints were met with an apathetic countenance. "Very well."

Her mind began to drift as they continued their travel, Caspiain's words in one ear and out the other with only a noncommittal grunt offered in response every so often. The change in turf, soft grass contrasting from rough sand beneath her paw pads appeared to rouse her, large ears angling toward her companion as he spoke. The presentation of a drink prompted her to clasp the vial between her teeth and tilt her head back, glorious liquid pouring down her throat in a rush of cool relief. The bottle was set back down gingerly at its owner's paws, the remaining contents sloshing against the glass. "Thank you," she rumbled with reluctant gratitude.

With a clearer mind, it was difficult to rely on another to achieve her goals, but that was the way it must be, for now, she supposed. Two years alone in the desert left Polaris a shell of her former glory, feeble and withered. Her pride was not stronger than her logic. She would never escape this prison on her own. "Did you ever tell me your name?" She asked, pulling up a few mouthfuls of grass and chewing.

Keres | 3 Years Old | Cisgender Female | Warrior | German Shepherd Mix
Location: Sun City | Mentions: Araceli, Spiro, Kirtonos, Bailey

Hidden in the recluding shadows of Sun City, the steep overhang of stone shielding her from the light's blinding rays, Keres, in all her dignified glory, lay upon the sand. The scarce vegetation brushed against her scorched pelt, the sun's illumination casting over the sacred temple and enshrouding the lands in its divine light. Her coat ruffled ever-so-slightly in the gentle breeze that permeated the city's interior, charcoal eyes gleaming in the radiance, harmonious physique held languid and regal (as to befit a queen). However, her skull, carried aloft and proud, was centered on one thing and one thing only: the ceremony.

An aristocratic visage gazed upon a sylph-like, resolute priestess. As if crowned by the very sun itself — the sun they so revered — a halo of light and fire crested Araceli's silhouette, the wings and halo of a burning goddess, molten gaze alight with promises of strength and war and passion. She felt a hallowed, vengeant thrill arise in her heart, angling her chin upwards to gaze at the sky in a responding prayer. "Amen," a monotone murmur, a silent upturn to her maw — here and gone with the drifting breeze.

Her sights turned to the ghostly, noble form of Spiro. His dignified presence sat gracefully in the cathedral's shadow, sleek physique pitched forward and set. Burnished gold eyes reflected the sun's dim light, fluidic and divine in equal capacity, a lordly aura that left no doubt to his authority. He presented the very image of a sovereign, leader, king.

She turned her head to peer at the object of his stare. Kirtonos, the handsome, wolfish shepherd of a second-in-command. Muscles rippled evident underneath his short coat, jet fur enshrouded in shadow, ebony frame towering over even her — in all her German Shepherd elegance. She could hear his conversation with Bailey, the ivory coy-dog (a fellow warrioress), from the scant distance — utterances that had her ears swiveled intent in his direction. An escort? To the Earth border? Such a task was hardly suitable for a mere two hounds (especially during times such as these).

A graceful form rose from the sands, stalking towards the duo in an elegant, rhythmic gait: head high, neck arched, legs held proud. She gave the beta an appraising glance, dark eyes raking up and down a masculine frame.

"May I accompany you? Three deer, three dogs."

Zelda | Warrior | Where: Moon Fortress | Mentions: (open)

``Is there nothing to do around here?``

Zelda was at the edge of the camp on a flat rock, tapping her paws against the stone surface as her head lay between her forefeet. Her downy tail swayed back and forth in a slow rhythmic way, her icy blue optics looking around every diminutive detail of the fortress.

``Father would make up a game if he were here, maybe mother would join if she wasn`t on the front lines all the time.`` She shook the thought away, her black nose twitching in irritation.

No. She had no time for her parents. They were gone now, somewhere far away with only each other to guide them.

She rose to her paws, sitting up and licking her chops. Her fluffy ears perking up as she scanned the camp once again and the wind whistled in her eardrums. She sighed.

She thought, ``I wish I had something to do.``

Maximum | Moon Tribe | Warrior |Location: Moon Fortress| Mentions: Open


"Here we are in the future! Here we are in the future and it's bright!" Maximum sang with his birdy pal as they neared the camp, They continued on with the verse. After a few minutes of broken singing and humming they had finally arrived at the camp. "Hehe here we are mercy, camp" Maximum said while setting his stuff down on the ground. Maximum looked around for a moment checking to see of anyone else was around, after giving himself the ok he assumed a playful bow to mercy who gave a happy chirp and flew up for him to try and jump and run after giving him not only a good time but a bit of training as well. Barking and chirping, quite a bit of noise from The pair.. A lot of noise indeed

Zelda | Warrior | Where: Moon Fortress | Mentions: Maximum

Zelda`s ears lay flat against her head as the wolf and bird acquaintance came running into camp. She growled under her breathe, eyes narrowing with irritation as her tail lashed in anger.

``Could you cut it out!`` She barked, not too loudly but just loud enough for Maximum to notice the irritation that flowed in her words.

Her icy optics were as sharp as knives as she glared at childish tribemate and the bird. Her ear twitched as a frown took shape on her muzzle. Zelda only waited for the darn fool to stop his chattering. It only made her ears ache and she hated it.

Maximum | Moon Tribe | Warrior |Location: Moon Fortress| Mentions: Zelda


Maximum Came to a screeching halt, his claws digging into the ground, he gave a small whine as one of his claws broke off on the sudden stop, Looking in the direction of the bark he noticed zelda In an irritated state. Straightening up his Aura Gave a sudden shift from the playful puppy state to the unphased warrior he usaly was. "Sorry sorry, Very sorry!" Mercy chirped as he landed on Maximum's shoulder " I'm very sorry For the noise" Maximum barked His ear folded back slightly. Maximum turned to the side. " One more thing before I get out of your fur" he barked again, " What you saw here... You can never tell any of the other wolves" He growled as he limped away grabbing his stuff and dissapearing into the darkness of the forest.