Chasing Ghosts (Becky)

[Knight]

Daharro slipped quietly away from Sahara, glad to leave his annoyingly overbearing mother behind. He was tired of everyone either looking down at him or treating him like he was a baby. He wasn't a baby! He was 3 moons old! That wasn't a baby anymore. He was almost a member of the pack, which people ought to remember. Just a few more seasons, and he'd be old enough to have his voice heard in the pack, and if everyone looked down their noses at him, he could take that up with whoever the Alpha might be, and rub their ugly little faces in it. So there!

He didn't really feel like dealing with the Frost Pack anymore. They were annoyingly sappy, always crying about the death of Matsi. Yeesh, she was dead, get over it already! They were weak if they let the death of someone who was unimportant to the pack hurt them. She was nothing but an elder, her death wouldn't hurt the pack much.

Daharro snorted to himself, "Weaklings." he growled, padding through the underbrush quietly as the sounds of waves lapping against the beach reached him. He didn't fancy getting in the water when it was this cold, but lurking near the beach was somewhere no one would think to find him, and he could just avoid being caught once and for all and stay out all night, which he'd never done before.

Besides, this was farther away than he'd ever gotten from camp. It was fun!

Daharro clamped furiously down on his energy and stalked at a stately pace forward, his tail's slow swishing from side to side the only thing that showed his overly exuberant excitement.

Ugh. Daharro rolled his eyes and stalked onward, settling down on the pebbly sound near the water quickly.

The breeze rustled the trees, and the light glowing off his pelt gave him an eerie look - almost as if he could drift away at the slightest breeze. Daharro didn't mind. It made him feel connected, in control.

Like before.

And this time, he would not fail.

[Becky]

Ghost finally made his way from the cave pack lands. His soulless eyes looked forward, he was sad. He had a bad feeling about something. /What’s this feeling called?/ He thought quietly as this feeling of dread filled him. His mother wasn’t at the den when he returned. He was so scared of the new scents that he just ran and ran until he sadly ran his way right into a wide open watered area, falling maw first into the water where he now sat. His white fur was padded down from being drenched in water, his bright blue eyes looked forward at the whooshing water. His large paws were on top of each other as he thought quietly before he even made a sound. “mother…” his small voice whispered. He breathed out and stood, shaking his fur until he couldn’t get anymore water from it. He then realized that he could smell someone, a pup? A new wolf? He was unsure, he barley knew what certain feelings were called, no one taught him. His mind when blank as a pup came into view, he could tell he was a little older then him though, ghost was more muscular, or stronger, then him even though he was just a pup.

[Knight]

There were pawsteps. Had Daharro been afraid of, well, anyone, he would've glanced up from the circles that he was tracing in the sand with his tiny claws. He was larger and bulkier than Daharro, he noted idly, his eyes gleaming in amusement. "Hello." he spoke calmly, his little tail flicking in the direction of the white male. "I am Daharro." he added. Politeness was key in greeting others, he remembered learning vaguely. He grabbed at it from the mists of time, struggling to remember learning it. His mother had never mentioned it, and neither had his father... hmm...

Daharro shrugged a moment later, his tail flicking again, "What about you?" That white pup looked nice and stupid...

[Becky]

Ghost faked a smile, his evilness showing as a idea of fighting the pup flashed in his young mind. He shook the thought away as the young one spoke. “I’m ghost.” he answered as if it was so simple for someone to know who he was. He noticed some rocks under the water, he couldn’t help but grab them and drag them back to the dry land. He was happy, smiling at his new pile of rough friends.

[Knight]

Daharro nodded his head lazily, watching disdainfully as the pup dredged up a few pebbles. They weren't the kind he liked, so he let Ghost have them. His small and round ones were safely hidden beneath the sand under the white male's paws, and, despite the sand, Daharro could still vaguely scent a salty tang of rocks, though he wasn't sure if Ghost could.

"It's nice to meet you, Ghost." his voice was clipped and controlled, imitating an adult's voice easily. He could adapt to it any situation if need be, and this situation was easy to adapt to. This white male didn't appear to be the smartest one around, and Daharro could easily begin to manipulate him while still making it appear as if he were on bottom. Lying about where you were in life was a surefire way to climb on up, he knew.

Again, an uncanny knowledge showed itself in Daharro's eyes as he surveyed Ghost calmly and quietly.

[Becky]

Ghost could smell rocks beneath him though he wasn’t sure if letting his guard down around this male was okay. He looked at him, he might as well ask him a few things. “your parents. Who are they?” he asked strongly but quietly. His white tail was still as he rub the dirt off his black crystal shaped figure on his forehead though, keeping an eye on the pup. His eyes hurt for some reason but he pushed it aside for the moment, keeping his mind on him.

[Knight]

Daharro snorted smugly, "My parents are Sahara and Dark. Yours?" Telling Ghost the name of two wolves that Daharro felt very little attachment to wouldn't hurt him. They were his parents in name only - his true parents were long dead. Daharro didn't care, though. He hadn't liked them much, either. The emotions had been shared, though. It had been a mutual dislike. But Sahara was clueless and Dark was just annoying. They both deserved to die, and if telling Ghost killed them, so be it.

Daharro yawned widely, his tail thumping against the ground. The body of a pup put several limits on his abilities. For one, he couldn't use his powers. He didn't know why, but he couldn't. He also couldn't control his energy for long, it always wormed it's way out through his tail or ears...

[Becky]

Ghost breathed out and stared at a rock, Mika had told him about the members of the frost pack. He shrugged it was his decision of what he did. “my parents are Shawn and Mika” he answered glancing back up before yawning of boredom. This pup was nothing special, he was rather boring.
(brain block)

[Knight]

Daharro grinned, "Shawn and Mika? The Alphas of the Cave Pack?" Ghost might come in handy more so than he'd originally thought. "What're you doing out on Frost Pack turf, though? It's my job to report you to Moon since I've seen you." His lies rolled easily off his tongue, and he didn't give any sign of lying. Plus, this was also partially true, so he could do this easily. Lying wasn't half as hard as people said it was, to be honest.

Well, anyways, lying wasn't hard for him. He'd lied a lot in his short time alive and then some. Every time someone asked where he'd been, he lied.

But he was getting distracted. Yanking his attention back to the present with a sharp snarl, Daharro examined Ghost.

((That probably confused the crap out of you. Sorry! *confused*))

[Becky]

Ghost nodded, though he knew his parents where probably either dead or searching for him. His father told him about humans and how there evil but aren’t as bad as everyone said they were. He still thought they were horrible creatures, and he could smell them. He sout out reality and pulled his attaion back to Shy, “yes they are my parents,” he started “and if you tell on me, I’ll be gone before anyone gets here” he reported vaguely

[Knight]

Daharro examined Ghost and snorted, "You wouldn't go anywhere, trust me. I know these kinds of things. First of all, you'd get hopelessly lost, and second of all, you wouldn't get very far. Plus, the wolves out here have very sharp noses. You have the choice territory after all - we have to scratch our lives from the bare earth. This is the nicest area on our territory, you see." Daharro grinned widely. "Yeah, you wouldn't get very far. Plus, there are packs out there that would kill a pup such as yourself rather than let you trespass." Daharro looked satisfied in himself.

"And the wolves out here would kill you, too. What can you offer me that's better than watching you die?" Daharro gave an impressively wide yawn to show just how unimpressed he was by Ghost's shows so far.

[Becky]

Ghost looked at the tree’s and thought. He was scared and his eyes were killing him, they burned as if acid was being poured on them. He wasn’t sure what to do, he stared at a flower. How was it that the flower just sat there so calmly when he himself was having a mental breakdown. In a flash his eyes turned crimsion, the flower died and he was blind. He freaked out, closing is eyes, blinking as fast as he could, nothing worked to get his vision back. He finally thought of something, “you can boss me around?” he suggested, happy that he could come up with something especly now that he couldn’t see.

((I had nothing to post so I did something small))

[Knight]

Daharro frowned for a second or two. This was easy - too easy. The wilting flower looked almost as if it had been burned. Whatever Ghost's power was, it would be useful. He would come in handy. "I could, couldn't I? Well, how useful could you be?" he thumped his tail against the ground with a small smile, "I mean, you're nothing but a pup. How much can you do?" The question he really meant to ask was how much couldn't he do, but that didn't matter. They meant nearly the same thing, and Daharro didn't feel like looking like a fool by retracting his words in front of this stranger.

[Becky]

Ghost thought of what his parents could do and after a moment or two his eyes were clear again though he wasn’t sure when his powers would show up again. This happened randomly, his powers were ‘unstable’ as his father once told him. “I can send venom into things without touching them, I go blind afterwards though” he answered glancing back to him.

[shadow45wolf]

((Denali and troops invading. All threads open))

Yes, they were making progress. Moving was slow, but wasnt it 'slow and surely wins the race'? yes, he was sure of it. Though, he hated the slow progress they were making. Mojag sighed heavily. Oh well. They were in their main target now. Scents swam around his nose. The many scents made a drooling, evil smile form on his maw. There was going to be blood spilt on this day. He looked to his small group of humans. A few had been lost on the climb from the lonerlands, and two more were lost...well..lost. No one knew what had happened to them, and truthfully, he didnt care. they were disposable. His ears swivled on his head. The quiet sound of some summer frogs and toads hiding in the water. Ahh, spring..The best time to kill. He shook his pelt and stepped forward. Where to start. He could smell a bleeding one to his right, a few hundred yards away, and to his left, a male and female alone. The male and female were closer. Then just a slight bit further to his left, a lone...female he thought.. And infront...a lone male. Yes, there was plenty to choose from. His senses picked out the male and female pair, and the lone female. Yes, those would be his first targets.