Willow Ridge united we stand

This is a MANDATORY meeting for <u>all</u> pack members. If the Seconds, or Leader does not show, they will be forced to step down from their ranks all the way to the last positions amongst the members. Anyone else who does not show will have been considered missing from the pack. There is A LOT which needs to be covered so I would like all members to be present to gain all the information. All I am asking for is at least one post of them showing up so they are at least accounted for.

The sun growled, burning the lands in the last bits of bright red rays of light as it fell over the horizon, angered by it's fall yet again, to the rise of the still and silent moon. The world would glow in blood, the willows a gentle sway in the cool winds of autumn's breeze. Elettra remained erect, perched with pride upon the heights of one of the low sloping hills of her home. Though she was far off from the exact direction of the pack's den (specifically suited for Kiche's arrival) she was settled happily within the heart of her home none the less. In the distance, the slow flowing stream within their territory could be heard and for moment's, the lands were silent with the falling of the day. Elettra's throat exposed, lifting her gray rimmed muzzle heaven ward to break the silence with a long, low and flowing cry for her brethren. A meeting was required of them, one long over due.

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His heavy paws thundered against the dry ground as he made his way towards where his lady had called. It was not something he wasn’t used to, as he had been in a pack before. Though answering to another’s call, was definitely something that was going to give him some trouble getting used to. He wasn’t sure how many wolves were in the pack, though from the small gathering that he had been greeted with when he had joined, he was sure it was quite a many. His nose twitched slightly, his mind going off on its own, wondering how his sister had been doing. He hadn’t even gone to check on her. . .he had remained with the pack. When he reached the clearing his massive head dipped down, so that it was lower than his lady’s. His ears flattened on his head and his arched down low on his fronts in a bow to his lady, before he backed away from her and took a respectable seat in the shade of one of the willows, his large golden amber eyes watching the area for any sign of movement.

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<blockquote><ul><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>quick and bad, just the way i <s>hate</s> like it. <s>buttssss</s></span></li></ul>He didn't know where the real den was, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know right now. It was very clear to him that he was not a member of this pack —not truly. He wore their terrible scent and he bore the marks of a lowly heathen... but he was not allowed to be a part of them, not allowed to approach the den or allowed to eat with them. He could share nothing with them but the air he breathed, and that was just an unchangeable travesty. Shade being the exception, Kiche had avoided the rest of the Willow wolves. Whether this was due to a fear of them or a fear of Elettra, the red man really couldn't say.

Of course she knew he was nearby, that was why this particular place had been chosen for the rendezvous. He had not seen his dark judge since he had been let in, but he could smell her on the breeze from time to time; she smelled of both damnation and salvation. But now she was close —very close. The summoning cry drove stakes through his heart and lungs, and for a moment he was so terrified and breathless that he could not move. Oh how he longed to see her again and let her abuse him, oh how he longed to wallow in this terrible fate that was his alone to bear.

In the dying, blood-red sunset, Kiche looked even more red and terrible. He appeared to be flickering wick of fire, a fire that burned in his heart and consumed his whole body... and perhaps threatened to consume the whole forest. So as not to startle anyone — particular his Reckoning — he made a good deal of noise as he approached. It was hardly a matter of attempt, however, seeing as his wounds had begun to fester and stink without anyone to intervene. Not that he would have wanted anyone to intervene. His long legged gait was heavily partial to his left side. Where the injuries came from, it was hard to say. They might have been from Elettra or they might have been from Shade or they might have been from the halfhearted attempts at hunting.

He announced his presence to his new liege with a whine, but hung back. There was already someone else here... some other male. How he was supposed to attend this meeting and avoid everyone else was a troubling conundrum. The only remedy he could come up with was to take a seat a good hundred feet away in plain sight of Elettta.


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<blockquote>The very first pitch to vibrate the ruby sky drew Remy from her leisure. The peace she had found in her solitude would be short lived that quick-fallen evening and there would be no time to waste in her arrival. Though her steps fell heavy she did not saunter forth; it was with a great and astute <i>need</i> to be at the call's origin that drove her tank-like form forward with a haste she reserved for very, very few. Being <i>the first</i> to arrive wasn't her exact goal, but she was far more than pleased to find that only two had answered the beckoning call before her.

Among those gathered one she had already intercepted, so she served him with nothing more than an idle glance. The other, however, she full-on glared at. After all, her presence needed to be re-solidified and there was no better way to do it than with blatant rudeness and overt dominance. Or at least, that was Remy's method. She stalked forward, lowering herself accordingly as she passed Elettra with an averted gaze, to find a spot off-side of her Leader; putting herself physically below the dark-cloaked woman's rank but ahead of all the others. Once situated she resumed a proud stance, spine straight and tail high, to survey the rest as they arrived with an ice-coated stare.</blockquote>

http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j347/holdbacktherain/sets/shadetable.png) bottom center no-repeat; background-color: #c7b49b;"> Shade's ears perked up at the voice of his lady's howl. A pack meeting upon them, his first one since his time began at the willows. He raced for the clearing, wondering what was wrong. If anything was wrong. He entered the clearing to see Kiche, Remy, Elettra and a new wolf already there. He gave a respectful bow to Elettra before placing his rump on the cold, hard ground. He peered around to his pack mates, then to Kiche. He refused to believe Kiche a pack mate until Elettra did. He may have the title as Willow Ridge's lowest, but Shade knew he was not family until he was allowed within the walls of the pack den. Shade considered himself lucky Rosealia wasn't here yet. His eyes craned around looking to see if Reed was to make an appearance or Koda maybe. He hadn't seen the two superior males in a long time. What would happen if they didn't show? Shade pondered the thoughts. Would Kano step up? If so, Shade would fight it to the very end, he was the third of this pack, if anything, which god forbid anything happen, happened to Reed or Koda... Shade was the right person to take they're place. He was strong and proud, he would protect his pack, because they were his family. He devoted his life to Willow Ridge, nothing could ever break that bond. He'd trained in the mountains for this. His muscles not wimpy and weak as they once were. No, they were completely hardened, they could break through steel if shade tried.

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<blockquote>He probably couldn’t have been further away if he tried, so the golden wolf made haste towards his lady’s call. Tattered ears flapped in the wind as the ground vanished beneath his paws and it was with a satisfied if twisted smile that he pressed on. Weeks ago, he would not have been able to manage a speed like this if his life had depended on it. He was feeling stronger already.

He had adjusted to his new surroundings well, and his days patrolling the borders had not gone to waste. His mind roved over the now familiar faces of those he had met, and still wondered about the blank faced scents he had only smelled but was yet to actually meet. Hopefully today, those holes would be filled.

As he drew nearer, the scents of the gathered washed over him, one in particular the most surprising of all. He was still a distance from the gathered, but it smacked him in the face and caused him to stop in his tracks, scarred face swinging as golden eyes pierced the red man so far from the others accusingly. If he was called, why was he still so far away? He was marked, but it didn’t sit right… Instinctively his tail twitched higher, forgetting the fact his torn lip was facing the mad man, and it would appear as though he snarled regardless of what expression painted his face.

He brushed it off for now and continued forward to the gathered. He took note of Shade, the only familiar face besides his lady’s and his eyes roved over the others as he approached Elettra to gently bump his snout against her jaw in a sign of respect, and nod in acknowledgment to the wolf that was clearly the female secont, before moving himself to settle a short distance away. Not bothering to mask the judgment on his face he gave the copper coated stranger a hard glare. How was he going to hear anything so far away?
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<font style='margin-left:20px;'>A</font> distant call rang the air sharply and powerfully, making tiny and compact Rosealia move with a start. She sat at the edge of the river closest to home, catching fish and wondering how Reed does it. She had passed him fishing one other time during her travels, and she had only stopped to look for about five minutes before getting bored of his un-moving stance above the rapids. It must take quite some patience to snatch up the sleepy, slimy creatures of the water, Rose thought, hearing the howl break into her thoughts. Tail swishing behind her brown torso, she perked her ears and trotted towards the long, deep vibration of Elettra's voice.

<font style='margin-left:20px;'>She</font> began to pick up the pace and move towards where she smelled many of her packmates until she pinned the exact spot of the others. Her heart raced. Was someone hurt? As far as she knew, Kyrie had not been seen a week or so, but many new members were filling up the ranks. Perhaps it concerned a formal introduction to the new wolves? Something like that, Rose was sure of it. Silence crackled the air where the call came from until she could see her packmates gathering around the lean, dark silhouette of Elettra Archer.

<font style='margin-left:20px;'>Eyes</font>darting around, Rose spotted only one other person she knew: Shade. The two others must have been new. Her ear flicked as she loyally stood around Elettra, but as far as she could comfortably from Shade to avoid questioning or an awkward silence between them. But she pushed his thoughts out of her head and she focused on the other two new wolves before her. Yet, seconds later, the twisted and sickening face of Kanosak appear and made Rose jump out of her skin the second time. She dipped her head warmly and respectfully to her fellow packmate.

WILLOW RIDGE FOREVAH!

The rallying cry of her leader was met with perked ears and tilted head. Though Skana had hoped for a quiet evening lounging and enjoying the painted scarlet hues lit across the landscape, duty could not be shirked. As quick as she could manage the old wolf was on her feet and loping towards the source of the call. She had a decent hunch what the meeting would include. There had been a great influx of new scents crisscrossing the territory, fresh blood. A new member of particular note was Elettra's pet project, Kiche. Something would be said about him, though Skana was sure there were other things to discuss besides the dog.

Nearing the scents of others, she slowed and approached with her head and tail steady. She first passed a torn, stinking male sitting off alone but wearing the scent of the pack, and Skana could only infer that it was Kiche. She couldn't imagine Elettra leaving any of her other members in such a state. Her tail flicked upward as she passed, her scars puckering where her jowls lifted in a silent snarl. There was a meeting to be had though, and she did not waste any time in taunting the man. Dutiful strides carried her into the collective, her eyes sweeping over those who had arrived before her. Remy, Shade, and Rosealia stuck out, but two males present she had yet to meet. One battered and the other of mass to rival Remy's. Finally her gaze settled on Elettra, her muzzle lowered in respect before she sat.

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<blockquote>Another day was passing away. Upon the edge of the willows, he paused to watch the brilliant light of the sun fight against the darkening sky. Everything was tinted in crimson before his golden eyes. He often wondered what made sunsets different colors, some more brilliant then others. He had been told it was a sign of things, but the young pup who had believed those stories was an adult who questioned them now.

The last rays of light dwindled, the sky an indigo, the sun though hidden was still shedding some light. A twist of his thick tail, he felt the cold hands of the night. He began to wonder if he should wander around the territory some more. A howl from his leader would direct his actions. <i>It was time for a gathering.</i>

With silver ears arched, they flicked toward the sound, revealing she was in the heart of the land for certain. His sturdy legs swiftly began a run, not wanting to get there last. Twisted, and turns to the scene, when he fell upon his gathered pack mates, he was worried he was the very last one. He was here, and trotted toward Elettra. His golden eyes looked only to her, where he too touched his nose to her chin, then respectuflly lowered his posture to all those above him. He would give indirect glances to place faces, and scent to mind. He then meandered to sit by the grizzled, lightly colored man he had met not long ago. The he realized Narime was not here either. His ears twisted back, hoping the girl would arrive soon.</blockquote>

http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/291/b/a/naritabletwo_by_terra_anne-d5i6qdf.jpg) top center no-repeat #02345e; outline: 5px solid #003377; border: 1px solid #fff;" valign="top"> She was tired. More tired than after the flood of their den when she'd helped to dig a drain to reroute the water. Narimé had been just outside the border hunting alone when she heard the call. Not only did the young wolf lose her prey that she'd been chasing for nigh on twenty minutes, but she also had to run back in order to get to the meeting on time. Of course her bad mood didn't help her to run faster. All it did was cloud her mind as she ran through the territory. She tripped once on a fallen log because her paws felt like lead weights. So now the silvery youths front ankle hurt further slowing her as she trudged through the willows to the meeting. Once she spied the multiple pelts of her pack mates through the drooping trees Nari slowed herself down and huffed a soft greeting to all of them. She was too tired to be her normal rambunctious self greeting everyone with a smile and loud barks. Instead with her sides still heaving for breath and her paw aching Narimé walked up to each wolf (Elettra first of course) and dipped her head hello greeting all of the wolves above her. She then turned and plopped down next to the one pack mate she hadn't met yet. Kiche was wallowing in his own corner and Nari did not yet know that she wasn't allowed to sit or interact with him. Before anyone could tell her otherwise the young woman lay herself down a few feet away from him still panting for breath and gave him a small smile. <b style="color:#FFFFFF">"Who're you?" She asked softly still catching her breath. It looked like she was one of the last wolves to arrive. Spare for Koda, Kyrie, and Reed. Her eyes glanced around at each of her family members and a little smile tugged at her lips. She had a nice big family now.