Descent into the bowels of the earth, Johan finds the dens

[Hazy]

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Hazy grinned widely despite her best efforts as they so easily talked of a deceased pack mate that lay at their paws. A cocky fellow huh? Well, he wouldn’t have been too cocky long, or at least while he was around her. She would have shown him a thing or two with some good ol’ fang and claw.“At least to the befouling of them even more.” She was half-way drowsy as she looked to her leader and listened fully to him. She nodded. “Thank you, Sir.” She said as he agreed to resting.

She was glad that Johan didn’t deny that they would need strength against the massive fae. It was a good thing to think of what they should do to her lands. Hazy pondered on it a moment, and grinned through her sleepiness. “We could always try to take over some of her lands, or perhaps nice old fashioned destruction. You know, digging up many places in the ground, ripping up trees and knocking over saplings…lowers any pack moral and makes the place look terrible usually.”

She blinked tiredly. “Now, if you don’t mind, I will catch a few Z’s before we set out on the mission.” She said as she trotted to the river and greedily lapped up the water to refresh her almost dehydrated body and then to find a nice place to curl up. The fae trotted smoothly to the cave and lay down just inside the mouth of it. She lay out, rather than curl up and stretched her forelegs before her, tassle wrapped around her back legs that were tucked their best beneath her bodice. A massive yawn parted her jaws as far as they could part, and then she lay her head down on her forelegs and was soon dreaming of the raid.

[Johan]

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Johan smiled as his newest pack-mate made herself quite at home after her plottings, laid out fully and crashing, mouth open and eveything. He grinned, She shouldn't be so careless, someone might come and kill her in her sleep. he said to her soflty, Smooth sailing in your dreamboat, lass. HE then stepped aside, wondering how they could puch aside those huge Cyprus trees. [i] But Hazy hasn't seen those lands yet. She would change her mind once she saw those despicable lands, that I'm sure of. Is it even possible to walk over there? Such... muck... Eww! We'll have ta walk through it! Great, just great. Some surprise we'll be able to spur. Just horror at our befouled coats. Not that I mind, but still... [i]

Johan sat down across from Hazy's sleeping form and watched the water pool about his feet. He had, after all, sat in the water with the intentions of cleaning his pelt. He didn't want it to cake on him, and it would make it especially hard to exit the chasm. And getting back up was doubly as hard as going down. He frowned, not anticipating that trip. He sits, and grooms his fur, awating her awakening.

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[Hazy]

Hazy slept soundly, dreaming as she did so.

Hazy trotted silently through the shadows, perfecting her shadow walking skills. Then, the voices of two of her siblings came to her auds. Interested, she went forward silently and sat there in secrecy. “You know, you’d be better off to leave. No one wants you here. You disappointed the pack and our family. You should just go live with the Falows.” She frowned at Maui’s snarled words. Trinni cowered and backed away and Hazy wanted to snort. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Was to just leave and join the Falow pack and leave this horrid life behind!” Her sister cried as she ran away. Without further ado. Maui looked startled, but happy at the same time. He looked around and saw no one, and left the scene of the crime. Hazy smiled evilly. This was perfect…

Hazy opened her orbs. Her dream was from memories, and the actual wasn’t very long, but in the dream it had stretched over a span of forty-five minutes or so. She sat up, seeing Johan across from her and she blinked, remembering her new life, pretty much signifying her giving up in the search of Maui. But that was fine, he probably ticked someone else off and he died by their fangs anyway. Little did she know that he was in the pack that they were about to raid. She looked at Johan. “Much better.” She said simply.

[Johan]

Johan continued grooming himself throughout the long time it took for Hazy to find and capture her rest. First he rolled in the water, loosening the mud from its slimy grip on his pelt. He then began the tedious task of giving himself a proper grooming, running his tongue through his fur to remove all trace of the contaminating mud. Last he splashed water across his body to lay the hair flat, as well as to cool himself off in the dry summer heat. He started to shake the excess water off just as Hazy awoke; startling him and making him loose his balance. He tumped over onto his left side, his head submerging and then the rest of his body, for when standing the water went to his knees. He thrashed a moment and the resurfaced, thoroughly embarrassed by his spill.

He sputtered water for a moment, clearing his lungs of their excess moisture and emptying his filled mouth. He then swiveled his head towards her in a fashion that is rather difficult to describe. The time it took his head to make it from the one direct to a forty-five degree angle from it did not take so long, but it seemed very fast, as though one could see the neck riveting on its axis. The intended target for that look was Hazy. Once his head, lowered to chest level during that swing, made its contact point he began to speak, his ear semi-flattened. “ Well, how was your sleep? Are you rested? Come, we need to leave now in order to get on with this raid. ” He then stalked out of the water, lifting his paws high and shaking them when he trod upon dry land.

He lengthened this gait to a trot, his paws leaving a sodden trail behind him, for he had not shaken off yet. He approached the edge, eyed it well, and then backed up a few paces. He shook, his entire body in motion, fur sticking out and water flying. He then loped back to the wall and took a flying leap towards the highly sloped place which he chose to begin. He landed, his front paws gripping a crack and his back paws scraping and slicing the rock beneath them. He made his way up the rock in a series of crow-hops, his front stretching out and his rear catching up with short hops which arched his back and worked the muscles there. He reached an outcropping and climbed up it from below. His back arched in the other direction as he reached out and made contact. He pulled himself up with only his front legs, his rear legs dangling. Then they too made contact, and he was up. He stood there; level footing quite appreciated, and then looked up, seeing another path from this vantage that he found easier than the one he was previously traversing.

He began the accent again, shimming up the wall like some distorted rat. His claws racked the earth, the cold rocky earth, and they sharpened just as do a cat’s when he claws upon a tree’s bark, or even a favorite piece of furniture. The blue-steel form had little trouble making his way up the rest of the way, though it was quite grueling and tiring. He panted in exertion when he was near the top, his legs shaking from strain and his eyes dull. His paws were slick with sweat, for that is one place a canine sweats: through his paw pads. This made the going further dangerous and he was getting careless. But, despite these factors against him, the lucky fellow made his way to the top, his shoulders doing most of the work, pivoting on them and pulling himself up.

Once he made the top he collapsed, his muscles worn out and his mind sapped. He had made his way up the wall rather swiftly, so swiftly that he had drained his energy all too quickly. He passed out in a collapsed little heap, but at the lightest touch he would awaken, for he has trained himself to do so, for once he passed out in the midst of a battle and he was torn up long afterwards due to the cruel others he fought. He awoke, hardly conscious worthy, and drug himself home, not to his friends, but to his parents, to his family. After that he worked to keep himself a light sleeper in order to avoid such a disastrous happening. He twitched a little in his sleep, trying to awaken but not quite ready. The shortest of naps could re-energize this fallen wolf, and soon enough he would re-awake and be ready to take on the full responsibility of the raid.

[Hazy]

Hazy shook her head as the Alpha once again embarrassed himself in front of her. She nodded. “Sleep was good and I am rested.” She was on her paws in a single quick motion. “I’m ready.” She said with a wicked smile and an excited gleam dancing in her orbs. She watched as he got out of the water and then began his ascent. He climbed it fairly fast…though she was anxious to get this thing on the road, she wasn’t going speed up the periphery like that.

She was going to reserve herself and make it up at the same time. She could go the same path as her Alpha…should she say Captain, for he left a dripping trial. She admired his blue-gray pelt as he went up, and saw the jerks of his pelt from the muscles beneath them. Johan collapsed at the top however, perhaps resting, perhaps unconscious. It was now that Hazy started up. She took more time, chose her footing carefully and hardly ever leapt.

Almost at the top, strength still good, she was fretful about Johan. He hadn’t moved. Her anxiety got the best of her and in a frantic scrabble, Hazy almost tumbled down like the corpse of Ohtan Leitha Fae. Her front paws and torso were clinging to an edge, her toes spread out and digging the best they could into the surface. Her backend dangled dangerously in the air, swiveling and twisting and her paws raking to find a foothold. They touched solid ground. She had to stretch her toes to reach this ground, and her legs were stretched as far as her muscles would allow and her toes pushed forward.

She gradually recovered herself and growled as she looked back down the cliff. Perhaps in time, it would be easier to get up and down. With time within the ranks of Avaro. She kneeled down a minute, resting, and letting her quivering muscles regain themselves. She looked up and could almost touch the ledge with her nares had she been standing and with a growl of determination, rose. Hazy tensed her back legs, hunched her body a little bit, and then launched forward. She landed gracefully at the top with an sensation of pride about her.

She shook herself and withdrew a big breath of air and looked down to Johan. She trotted forwards and gently poked his left shoulder with her muzzle. “Lord Johan. It is time I presume?” She said. Little did these Avaro know that Kazuo had more than herself on her lands. There was Kazuo, Hazy’s brother Maui and a returned abandoner by the name of Arohkien. Both packs were in for a surprise.

[Johan]

Johan shuddered a moment when he felt the gentle prod given to his left shoulder and came to. He stood up swiftly, his muscles refreshed, his mind fresh and ready to go. He smiled as he looked to his newest and so far best member, the one who was here to stay, and said, in his innate accent that he lost at times, “ It is time! Lass, are ye ready for tha raid of yer life, or at lest the first one a tha pack. We gotta set the bar high, keep the others scared. Not that tha sight of you an’ me together wouldn’ send Kazuo inta a frenzy, but we need ta sceer ‘er good, make ‘em fear the Avaro pack and its members. Oh yes, we’ll let ‘er have it!”He was now done rallying and was ready to do the dirt work. He would let his golden brown member lead the way, to see how she figured they should work, to see what she wanted to do, and to determine her wits, all in order to get her rank in the pack. He was thinking about putting her as a Raider, Chief Raider if she was more apt than the next applicant or proved her worth exceptionally.

The swarthy brute motioned her with his muzzle, motioned for her to lead the way into the attack, and he did this with a sly grin upon his maw. He was ready for some action, any action, but especially action against Kazuo. His blood rushed in excitement and his heart pounded with thrill. Finally, here was some payback for the sibling he hated most, the sibling who disgraced him so powerfully when she spared him his life just to see his favorite sister die in the cold wash of a flooded river, and at the hands of his other brother. He growled within the confines of his mind, ready to give her some payback. His tongue rolled in his mouth, lusting for her blood, and his fangs glittered in the dimming light. The light in his eyes shone as he lowered himself, hiding in the deepening shadows that were forming with the setting of the sun. They were the pack of the shadows after all.

[Hazy]

Hazy almost jumped with alarm as the Alpha quickly rose to his pillars. She returned his smile kindly, though this gentle beam changed to a conniving smirk as he spoke. She nodded her crania abruptly. “I am more than ready Captain Johan.” She said, her voice radiating purpose. She was ready to loyally follow him into battle, but as he mentioned for her to lead, she paused for a moment…surprised by his actions. She was to lead? Fine by her.

It was the perfect time for them to attack. The ever dimming light from the sun was casting eerie shadows everywhere, perfect for herself and the Avaro pack to blend into the shadows. Before long, the moon would be raised and casting its cold flood of light onto the land that would be then ruled by the night. Sun was taking a rest, letting Moon reign. She figured that by the time that they made it to the Moridae lands, that it would be this time, with a few starlight specks glowing in the sky.

Her average sized and colored frame moved with intent past the blue-gray wolf, her neck lowering so that her crania ended up shoulder level. A swift pace was taken up, and the fae soon melted into the shadows, ready to get this thing rolling and confident that Johan would follow her sure-footedly.

~Hazy has left…beware Moridae!~

[Johan]

Johan smiled as Hazy accepted the challenge with eagerness, an alacrity which surprised him. So, she’s ready for anything I can throw at her from the appearance of this. Perfect timing too, under the cloak of darkness we shall prevail over Kazuo and her slovenly lands. I can’t wait to see the expression on her face. He trotted after his packmember, his powerful shoulders taking the ground so far behind him in so quick a time that he modified his pace so that he might stay behind Hazy. She was the leader right now, not him. He had to remember that. This was her time to shine and prove her worth, not his. His blue-black pelt shone with the light of the sinking stars and the rising moon, a collection of light that gave him an eerie baring, a look that bespoke of ghosts, seas, and times long past. He followed Hazy, keeping back so that if she were to unexpectantly come upon wolven he could hide and attack from the shadows if necessary, but realistically he would probably just run in, eyes blazing and teeth gnashing.

~Johan follows Hazy!~

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