Drooping Willows history repeated

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To Rowan's surprise (and perhaps disgust) anger gripped him as he loped forward, his paw steps heavy while his stride was quick. His dust-coated ruff bristled, unable to force it flat. The howls still rang in his ears, though however many times he heard it the yearling still hated to think it was true. How could this had happened? Who could have - would have - done it? The Attaya boy had nothing but disbelief for the theory that young Deacon could have gotten out of their borders on his own. But it was true, his scent no where to be recollected, the eldest Archer-Lyall was missing. The fact left a horrible taste in his mouth that he could not swallow.

His muted gold gaze slid between the two subordinate Archers and his Leaders as he arrived. The air was full of anxiety, so thick he could hardly breathe it, but he tried to calm his breaths any way. He slicked his dark ears against his head, too riled to find the words for an appropriate greeting. He stood tall but unimposing, gritting his teeth though it could not keep his worry from reflecting in his stare. On the air he could smell Skoll's recent departure. It made him glad to know the search was already under way, but he still hoped to offer his own involvement. Rowan wasn't sure what he could do, but his presence made it clear he was at their disposal.

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"Go to Whisper Caverns, then straight up to Secret Woodlands," Elettra commanded him, barely meeting his gaze through the corner of her eye. "Tell them to keep a look out." He nodded, and she suggested that he bring someone with him, Morganna or Rowan. "If Deacon got too far, he had to have been taken." His worst fears had been confirmed; Deacon had probably been taken. His heart began to inch up into his throat. Now he absolutely couldn't stand idly by. The Lyall gave his beloved another assuring nudge to the cheek with his nose, planting a kiss to that very spot before pulling away. A brief and airy bark confirmed that he would do just that; but, before he could fully pull away from her, he caressed his chin and throat just briefly over the top of her head and her shoulder He wanted to be able to let others know that he was someone important, a married man not prone to following the ways of a wayward need to wander or explore the wilds of Relic Lore. He was on a mission, and to those who knew the Archer matriarch personally, he wanted to appear that he was someone very valuable to her and that his words and questions were not to be so easily dismissed.

It was hard, taking that first step to the side, to leave Elettra's side but, once he had, he pointed himself to the west and was off with a ground-eating stride. Off to Whisper Caverns to speak to Narimé... and Ash. Then, off to the Thicket to speak to Nina... just to check if any of them had seen their son. Into the willows and beyond the territory markers he sprinted, knowing better than to hope that Deacon was safe and sound with the Willow wolves' closest allies. Unbeknownst to Angier, it was not meant to be, however, and somewhere, to the north east of the Ridge, Mapplethorpe of Hollowheart was on the verge of breakdown...

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It was not long until yet another member of the pack, after likely having scouted out the area a bit on his own, came into the scene before his Leaders. It was Rowan, the yearling that Elettra had taken up amongst the current yearlings within the pack - her children. The son of Kade, she had much respect for the youth as well as much expected of him and here he was, yet again, in time of pack distress in order to serve some sort of purpose. For the time being, Elettra did not address him, as her attention remained placed upon Angier and his response to her words. His response was through his body language, his affection, since taking the placement of Leader at her side, always very open and public. Angier wanted her to know he would always be there for her as she needed him. He wanted others to know he would always be there for her and ensure that there was no question about it. His touch was something he gave often enough and she willed it. At first being hesitant, he did it so frequently and fluidly that she had over time gotten used to it. She did not tense at his licks and rubs, did not feel any need to be on guard around him any longer. She had, after all this time of knowing him, had grown to fully and completely trust him and it was with this that she had the capability of showing him affection back and for all to view. She brushed into his touch as he moved his throat and muzzle over her head a shoulder, the length of her snout burrowing into his fur.

Then he was gone. She lifted instantly from her sit as she watched him leave, tense and uncertain, fearful and yet furious. She had already scent her son off to search high and low in the wild lands with a hopes that he would bring @Lunas with him. Now her mate would be leaving the Ridge, but she would not let him go without a second pair of eyes, as an obvious paranoia took over her. Her pale eyes met Rowan's, hard and demanding as her nose then jut into the retreating form of Angier Lyall. "Follow him." Her simple command was given before she trotted off, intent now to get back to her remaining youth.

Xetor came through the undergrowth with a serious complexion. His gray and yellow eyes darted to and fro watching the subordinates rush about. Xetor had come to the conclusion that someone or something had taken the pup, because really the legs on those balls of fluff couldn't take them too far away from the den. Maybe a pup could make it to the borders, but by then Tor believed that they would be fatigued and too tired to stray further.

With images of eagles in his mind Xetor approached @Elettra to tell her how he had searched his own medical den, the very same den Kiche used to occupy, and came up with nothing. Not a scent of the child whom everyone searched for.

"Lady Elettra, I have searched the eastern portion of our land up to the old medical den. There is no scent of him...anywhere." He bowed his head ready for a series of expletives or perhaps muzzle grabbing from the worried mother. He waited for an order tufting his tail beneath his belly as he lie low.

The thing that surprised and confused him the most was that there was absolutely no trail being found by anyone. Perhaps there is one that simply has not been found yet. He thought to himself though the young Archer knew that with the whole pack searching there was very little land that would not have been checked by someone. The young man just wished he knew how to better go about searching for the lad. He hoped to whatever gods there were that an eagle hadn't picked the boy up while no one was looking, because then there was nothing anyone could do.

(This post was last modified: Jul 24, 2014, 05:13 AM by Xetor.)

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The arrival of Xetor was next as the other members of her pack began branches off, making the most of the direction in which they were given. Her pale eyes cast down upon her nephew, hard on his own eyes of pale amber with silvery bits. His black and rusty mingled coat reminded her much of her nearly 'twin brothers', Hextor and Hexxus, though even the very reminder of Kiche was enough to set the angered mother off. She snatches at his muzzle, holding it firm and pushing it downward in dominance, a manner of which he expected from her. So this is where he had been storing his own supplies? Kiche had founded the den along the foothills of the mountain for her when the pack den and equally the Infirmary flooded. Having the storage den of herbs were made useful even though it was a quite small area and even more so opening. Huffing and letting her nephew go, she moves her attention back to the matter at hand. "We should get back to Castiel and Greer..." With everyone else already moving about, there was little else the mother could do but to watch and wait.

Xetor flinches as the sharp pricks of Elettra's fangs nick up his muzzle. He relaxes his neck muscles allowing her to more easily push his head downwards. Xetor knew well how to be submissive as he had been dominated plenty by other Archers back in Torbine. All those who picked on him for being a bastard son of Hextor had kept the young Archer bitter and meek as he lived his short life in the empire. Now it seemed history was indeed repeating itself.

No don't think that Tor... She's just a worried mother is all. He thinks quietly as her jaws leave his muzzle scratched up and itchy. Xetor keeps his eyes averted as the dark lady finally speaks. He nods glad to be heading back to the remaining pups. Tor wanted to keep watch on them just in case somebody or something else was out there ready to snatch another child up. He didn't want another innocent being lost from them just as much as Elettra and the others did.

Obediently the young Archer followed the dark she wolf back through the territory dodging willow trunks and avoiding the roots that threatened to trip wolves who were caught not keeping an eye on the placement of their paws. His own claws dug through the soil as the wolves trotted closer to the den which held both Castiel and Greer.

Looking around anxiously Tor felt his body stiffen ready for an attacker or some kind of danger to show. However nothing did appear. Instead he looked completely paranoid to any onlooker as the male took his spot outside the den watching out for other predators.

(exit Xetor)