.|Stixx | Insurgent territory | Mentions: Shatter

Stixx replied, “Ye.. Insurgent”..

You have liked this post!

(The RP will experience a time skip once all characters are tucked away to sleep/have resolved their current interactions. Please post in the OOC thread if you need more time!)

Isa | Insurgent Leader | Location: Insurgent Camp.
Mentions: Tyulen'.

Isa had followed closely on Tyulen's heels as she escorted the other pack's beta out of her territory. She had sent the other canine back over Abolition's border without a word, offering them only a growl of warning as they departed. If Tyulen' dared to step back into Insurgent unannounced, she likely wouldn't be walking out again. If circumstances were different she would have died to the teeth of Isa when she wandered into her camp, but the blue coated dog had already decided that killing her wasn't the right move this time. If the flames of war weren't already being fanned, that would surely fuel them. For now she needed to prepare her own group for the possibility of an attack. Her mind was frenzied as she took the trek back up the trail. It was blatant that this wasn't the last time she would hear from Abolition. Based on their history, this likely wouldn't end peacefully.

As she marched back to camp, small droplets of rain began to fall on her dusty pelt. The sensation was stinging cold and caused Isa to pick up her pace. Despite how gentle the drizzle was, it seemed to cut right through her thin coat and bite into her skin beneath. By the time she had made it back to the hospital she was drenched, small beadlets of water rolling off of her back and onto the cracked tile flooring. She gave her body a hearty shake before padding through the dark building and bounding up a flight of stairs. Her nails clicked against the hard floor, her nose leading her down the pitch black hallway. She finally reached her own "den", a collection of pelts tucked away under a desk in one of the rooms found upstairs. It wasn't fancy, but it did it's job. She stepped into the bed and spun in a few circles, finally plopping to the ground with a sigh.

Ferrer | Abolition Healer | Location: Abolition Territory - Abolition Camp.
Mentions: Reo, Mavy, Dyse, Slip [Directly] Shiloh [Indirectly].

Ferrer sat for a long while, his eyes lingering on the pile of dirt ahead of him. He didn't stir as Reo departed, nor did he take notice as the light finally faded away to make way for night. It wasn't until the soft patter of rain had dug it's way though his wiry coat that he finally stood with a sigh. It felt like a betrayal to leave her there, at least to him. No. He shook his head, reality seeping back in as he stepped away. Mavy was no longer here. He needed to worry about the pack mates back at camp. They needed him there, and he was getting nothing done sitting here grieving. He trudged through the long grass on his way back to camp, his lope slow and lacking any enthusiasm. A small shape on the ground made him pause. Odd. Flowers were arranged neatly in a pile in the dirt at his paws. He gave the plants a curious tilt of his head, pondering for a moment how they could have gotten there. Ah, Shiloh. He thought with a melancholic smile, leaning down to scoop up the bouquet and returning to place it on the warrior's grave.

By the time he had truly departed his coat was heavy from the rain. He gathered the herbs he had thrown down earlier and loped back to camp, not stopping to speak to anyone as he made his way inside. Ferrer slowly crept to Mavy's den and peeked into the dark space, relieved to see the two sleeping forms of the pups, nestled into the moss-covered bedding. They were safe at least. He would move them to the apothecary in the morning, deciding that it was best to just let them dream for the time being. He stashed the wormwood away and returned to where the pup's were, lying down on the cold floor in front of the den's entrance and curling up to sleep.

You have liked this post!

Event: Time Skip. (One week.) Season change. (Autumn to Winter.)

Seven days seemed to pass by in a flurry. The weather grew cold, days shortening, and nights becoming long as winter took hold of the land. The rain turned into sleet, which turned into snow. Like a steady force, it seemingly wouldn't end. It piled up across Chernobyl, suffocating what plants were left with it's icy grip and sending prey into their winter burrows. Both packs began to scramble in an attempt to secure food and herbs before getting snowed in themselves. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, it stopped. The dogs were able to emerge once again, only to be met with a harsh, white-washed world. The coldest season had truly begun. Prey would be scarce, and scavengers all the more bold. The packs would have to rely on what they had stored away until the caribou herds decided to migrate once again.

A sad ambience seemed to have settled over Abolition after Mavy's death. Between heavier patrols and general duties, the pack members would visit the warrior's grave multiple times a day. This only stopped when it covered over with snow and the trek to the border became too perilous to risk. Her pups continued to grow under the care of the pack's healer, both seemingly doing well despite the bitter weather and lack of mother. The warrior's death was far from forgotten, however. It still lingers in Abolition's minds. Some have found solace in grieving, others have been spreading talk of revenge. Those unsatisfied deemed it as murder and turned to the leaders for a solution. They have been silent thus far, but some dogs won't yield until they've gotten their answer.

Insurgent's members went back to business as usual after the confrontation with Abolition, but they have been walking on eggshells since. They seemed to be faring well on supplies as the weather turned cold. As the week grew longer, however, it was obvious that there were members no longer present in the pack. Ryker, Jet, and Quillon had simply vanished over night. As the snow grew higher, the pack began to speculate on their whereabouts. Some even came to the conclusion that the brothers had finally abandoned Insurgent, or the trio had been killed by Abolition for revenge. Their leader was a bit more than unsettled about the sudden disappearance of her progeny, becoming uncharacteristically protective of her remaining daughter. All the while they awaited retaliation from the bordering pack, an unspoken weariness blanketing their group as they prepared for an attack.

You have liked this post!

Name: Ranger | Location: abolition camp | Mentions: noone
:With his height ad size, he could transverse the snow with a bit of ease..... he was currently bringing back what food he found... a thin rabbit and a shrew:

Name: Jet | Location: Insurgent territory |Mentions: noone
:Jet, now recovered slightly, he had offroad wheel chair esq thing. he also had a radio collar on him , he could see too! right now he was walking on a frozen road, tail wagging:

Name: Froot Loops (Loops) | Location:border | Mentions: noone
:being the way he was, he was holed up to sleep:

You have liked this post!

You have liked this post!

Name: Jet | Location: Insurgent territry |Mentions: Quillon
:he paused turning sharply at the voice his hackles raising, he paused and rolled back slightly. unsure. he sniffed the air and tried to catch the 'stranger's scent..... Jet looked well fed and cared for, his fur shiny and sleek:

You have liked this post!

Shatter| Loner| Abolition/Insurgent Border, slightly in Insurgent Territory| Mentions- None

The fiercely thin wolfdog trudged through the thick snow towards the faint scent of the pack borders. She could smell dogs nearby, but she was cold, and couldn't care less if they found her. She shook the ice and snow out of her fluffy black and white fur with a shiver. She crouched in the thin frost of the border, trying to conserve warmth.

You have liked this post!

Aramis | Insurgent Scout | Location: Insurgent Border
Mentions: Rye (Directly), Fang, Isa, Quillon, Ryker, Shatter (Indirectly)

Snow and ice crunched underneath Aramis's paws as she walked, her long legs aiding her somewhat while she traversed the snowy terrain, breaths leaving her nostrils in small clouds. Her short coat however, didn't do her as much favour, the cold air flowing straight through it. At least she blended in well, aside from her spots and black ears. Suppressing a shiver that flowed throughout her frame, Aramis reckoned she'd best not stay out for so long, lest she wants to freeze to death. She wouldn't ave been outside if it weren't for hat was going on back at camp. Since Ryker crossed paths with that loner, Quillon was nowhere to be seen, likewise for Jet, and its been days since then. The pup, admittedly, wasn't of Aramis's concern, but for her brothers, saying she's just concerned would be an understatement. The worry that clamped at her belly so vigorously never faltered as the days went on, in fact, it only worsened. Especially Jet. The thought of a crippled dog surviving on its own in harsh conditions like this just seemed unlikely, and the fact only made Aramis flinch every time her mind reminded her of it. Quillon? She could only hope the best. She doesn't doubt that hes a strong brute, but out here? Aramis's pace slowed, a small frown on her face. She's herd of the speculations on their whereabouts, that they either abandoned Insurgent or Abolition took revenge for Mavy's death by murdering them, but Aramis refused to accept either one. Jet or Quillon would have at least told her, and Abolition? Surely they'd make it just a bit more obvious to Insurgent about what happened to them. It'd make sense if they wanted to send a message, as morbid as that thought is. Maybe if she didn't split off from him he would still be here. Maybe, just maybe, she'd come across him while out here.

Not only that, Isa was adding to the problem as well. And not by being more hostile than she usually is, or hostile at all for the most part. The best word to explain how the gray furred dame was acting towards Aramis was protective which is terribly uncharacteristic for her. It didn't make Aramis feel any better towards her, it just made her uncomfortable, so she valued time away much more than before. And last but not least; Fang. To keep it simple, Aramis was greatly uncomfortable with the other Scouts presence after his unnerving confession. It wasn't that she was afraid, don't get her wrong. She'd just rather not be around that treats murdering another dog so coolly.
As one would expect, Aramis was unhappy. And even though she was skilled with putting on a seemingly controlled demeanor, it was clear to see.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of snow crunching underneath another set of paws a distance away, her gaze landing on a figure that was close to the Insurgent border. A jolt of excitement struck her as she mistaked the dog was Quillon for half a second, quickly realizing right after that this was definitely not him. She'd scowl, her head lowering as she stalked over to the other dog. Once she'd come close enough, the dame would address the golden furred brute with a bark, her tail stiff and raising over her back slightly.
"Mind explaining why you're wandering so close to our borders?" She said, stopping just a few feet away, leering at him suspiciously. He was far too calm for a dog so close to an opposing packs border. She was too distracted by the dog in front of her to really take into account the wolf-dog that was wandering a distance away.

You have liked this post!

You have liked this post!

Shatter| Loner| Abolition/Insurgent borders| Mentions- Aramis, Rye

Shatter whipped her head around with her teeth bared. She got to her paws silently, warily, her eyes going over the two dogs. She crept behind tree, blending into the shadows.

You have liked this post!

Aramis | Insurgent Scout | Location: Insurgent Border
Mentions: Rye (Directly), Shatter(Indirectly)

Aramis was quick to notice how the other was eyeing her, and even more so his tail, which was whipping back and forth at a rapid pace. His excited demeanor confused her, but her defensive stance never faltered. If anything, she was just confused by it. She was about to snap out at him to get talking instead of what she was assumed was him sizing her up, but she stopped herself once he opened his maw to speak.
"You are lovely." His word's didn't seem to register in Aramis's head for a second, the dame ready to let out an impatient growl until she stopped in her tracks, her ears suddenly feeling warm. A look of both surprise and confusion flashed on her face, the dame falling awkwardly silent for a few heartbeats, copper hued eyes widened slightly. "Huh?" The word flooded out of her jaws before she could stop herself, Aramis cursing herself inwardly right after. How could she properly respond to that anyway? She looked like she was about to say something more, but opted to stay silent instead, the awkward silence setting in once again and dragging on until the brute would speak again.

"Are you from Insurgent?" He just completely glossed over my question. The dame thought with an irritated flick of an ear, eyeing him suspiciously just as they locked gazes. She stayed silent for a few heartbeats more, as if debating whether or not to answer the question, a spotted tongue swiping over her cold, black nose. Is it silly to say his excited and overly friendly behaviour was a little bit unsettling?
"Uh, yeah... Yes. I'm from Insurgent. I reckon you're from Abolition..?" She answered finally, her words ending in a question as her head lowered slightly. It seemed as if the other's rather out of place behaviour was causing her defensive posture slowly ebb away, her tail lowering. Aramis was almost convinced she ran into a loner, and not a pack dog, based on how he was acting. A pack dog would be far more aggressive than this, right? No- a loner would be too- actually no, on closer inspection this brute seemed somewhat well fed compared to how loners usually look during this time. No scars, either. But with another few sniffs, she picked up the strong scent of abolition that wafted from him, shrugging slightly. No, this Abolition brute was just strange. Or maybe its a ruse?
"I'm here to make sure the border markers are still in place. My pack is worried about dogs taking advantage of the snow and moving in." Well. At least he answered her question, even if it was terribly delayed.

Her gaze would snap over to his paw as it raised, as if he were planning to come near, the dame instinctually taking her own step back, her hackles raising once again. They'd eventually lie flat though as the brute seemed to correct himself, his paw setting back down on the ground. "Is that so? It looked like you were watching the clouds to me..."

You have liked this post!

.|Stixx | Insurgent - Abolition Territory | Mentions: Aramis, Rye, Shatter (All indirectly)|.

.Stixx Shook the snow of his pelt, spotting paw-prints in the snow, his curious behaviour got the best of him and he followed them. Hearing voices he hid near slightly behind a shrub, his grey wolf-dog coat half blending him in the shadows and snow. Stixx sniffed, figuring that the voices belonged to Aramis, Rye and Shatter.

You have liked this post!

.|Stixx | Insurgent - Abolition Territory Border | Mentions: Aramis, Rye, Shatter (All Indirectly)|.

.Stixx lay down Watching them and wondered what they were talking about, when his foot slipped on some ice, causing his head to go forwards into the bush. Stixx yelped in pain as he got stabbed in the forehead with a branch.

You have liked this post!

Shatter| Loner| Insurgent/Abolition Borders| Mentions- Aramis, Rye, Stixx

Shatter lifted her head, then thought she saw a figure slide into a bush. She got up quietly and crept in shadows around the other two dogs until she was standing across from the dog who had tripped.

You have liked this post!

.|Stixx | Insurgent - Abolition Territory Border | Mentions: Aramis, Rye (Indirect) Shatter (Directly)|.

.Stixx put his head down and whimpered, "H-hey..?" Stixx whispered to the skinny-thin wolf-dog he saw before (Who he also stoled them babbit from). Stixx sniffed, his tail tucked and he trembled a bit.

You have liked this post!