the invisible sacrafice

[Teffi]

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The pain, the embarrassment, how it got to our Hatshepsut. It was torture for her to remember what had happened to her because of him. How can what had happened to her beloved human happen to her? She could not even think more about it, it just drew tears out of her eyes-a rare sight. But what was worse was the after math.

Two months have passed and only one had made it. Only ONE. Tears stained her face as she looked at its fragile body sucking the life out of her. He was named 'Parana'. And just like a Parana, his teeth stung her like a thousand needles pressured against her skin. But something about its vulnerability made the female like..No, scratch that. Love him.

She wondered everyday about her little Parana, everyday she treaded upon the land to travel back to her home lands. Life was not fair, this she had thought, she already knew. But it really wasn't fair. Why, oh why had life treated her like this? So,so..So bad. So horribly.

She had been waiting for this night. It was the night with no moon, and not only that but the whole clan had been celebrating Lucifer's 5 year as alpha. They were celebrating about four miles away. Dumbasses. Had they not forgotten to chain her up. Had they not placed a weak ass male as a guard, perhaps..Just perhaps, she would not have escaped.

She was glad, even though her young one had been taken away. But she had granted herself freedom. And with freedom came happiness..Or so she thought. At least she had her home, and pack..

It had been a month, and again there was no moon. No moon, meant no light.The night looked like a thick sheet of velvet, especially in the lands of Sanguine Hollows, where it was always foggy. A very powerful feeling erupted as she stepped onto her grounds. Finally. Oh how it felt soo good. How her past misery can fade away only because of how she felt. But don't be fooled, what happened will always stick with her. If she liked it or not.

Hatshepsut walked to the famous rock where she had called all of those dogs who wanted to join her forces. Those who wanted to be part of the Macabre Militia. A tear trickled down her cheek as she thought about the good times. It also watered because she had smelt hardly anyone anymore. It was sad, not that this place was vacant but because she left it. She had a sort of pity that she had "abandoned" her pack. But she hadn't, she really didn't. If anything she had protected her pack. If only they knew. She didn’t expect them to feel happy for her return. She just hope that no other dog took her place. Oh how she preyed.

The tan and brown female climbed up that same boulder she had about a year ago and let out a howl. Yes, Hatshepsut the Pharaoh of the Macabre Militia, had been back in her throne. She howled for those who had been here before to come back, and those who had no home to come. She needed members. She needed dogs who would grow to love her, to care for her. She needed security, she needed a powerful dynasty. Kind of like Queeni's.
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[Sawyer]

((YAY Hat is back Though the guy's name who took her was named Lucifer o.O confusing.. -has a character named Lucifer- xP Good to have you back Teffers!!))

Remus

The fog was particulary dense this evening, sprawling out over the terrain to coat it in a film of white. The fog was simply a backdrop, the ominous atmosphere only further aiding the dream-like stupor that seemed to have engulfed the surrounding territory. Except it felt more like nightmare. For the past few months it seemed like the already morbid aura the Hollows carried with it seemed to be in mourning even though the life remained. One such figure, stalked his way through the considerably stale air, a slight drag noticeable in his once floating gait. Looking closer at his stature, those who would, at one time, recognize him would see a considerable withering of his physique. Although his body was still hard with muscle, which burned with every flex of his limbs in his ambling gait, he had grown thin. The sparse flecking of gray fur along his dark muzzle which had once given him a reflection of maturity and experience, now it just made him look aged and weathered. Sighing deeply, the expansion his lungs caused his skin to stretch over his exposed ribcage as it rattled from his throat in a ragged breath.

In spite of all this, there was still one feature of his that had remained true to the spirit that lied within. Remus' eyes, deep mahogany, still stared fiercely out across the landscape, sharp and keen as that as his younger self. Yet in the past months they have changed drastically, becoming colder, more feral. The war veteran's post traumatic stress syndrome had sky rocketed to dangerous levels. For safety, he had taken to distrancing himself from the rest of the pack, aside from Fabius and occaisionally Kana when they were together, but due to their new brood he thought it best to stay away from them as well...

Nowadays, he barely sees any glimpses of his remaining packmates. Since.. her disappearance, it was agreed that the pack spread out around the territory. Since then some have disappeared, but if they left for good, Remus wasn't sure and frankly didn't care. In his mind he considered those who fled the battlefield in the General's absense wasn't fit to be in the militia. However, even he was feeling the pressure of the harsh times. Rather then secluding himself to one distinct area, the shepherd wandered along the borderlines, keeping on the alert and driving off any tresspassers. There were a few occaisions that it might have cost him, the breeze that caressed his fur often revealed the scars that he'd gained during these instances. As he pursued his endless cycle around the perimeter of the packlands, he continued for days at a time, at first a strong lope, now gradually receding into a strained walked. Due to his solo venturing and weakening state, he couldn't spare the energy to take down any large prey that would feed him for days. Once and a while he did so, only eating enough to satisfy him and leaving the carcass with hopes that his comrades would come across it so it would not go to waste. Mostly he fed off of hares and lizards, small meals to wolf down in moments before pressing on. Rest was an even more wasteful activity, usually he would go on until the point of collapse, blacking out for a few hours and carrying on the moment he came too. This interesting choice of diet and excercise regimend could greatly explain his disheveled appearance. If it weren't for his former years of building his body with stamina, he may have perished.

The surroundings were becoming all too familiar, and he paused in his stride to allow his claws to dig into the soft earth beneath him. Closing his eyes, his dipped his head into his chest, allowing the faint breeze to brush past him while he stood motionless. The soldier did this often as he passed by this place while on his aimless wanderings. As he approached the rock that jutted from the otherwise empty space, he would stop for a few moments. Whether it was a trademark showing respect for her absense or an action of mourning the loss of a great leader, he wasn't sure.

She had disappeared without a word, no one saw her before she vanished without a trace and no one had so much as caught her scent on their.. her lands since. There had whispers of those believing her to be dead, and others still discussing who was to take over the pack. Those he caught were surpressed into silence on the spot. No one was to take her place. She will be be back someday. She has to come back someday...

Slowly, he opened his eyes once more and looked up towards the rock his leader had once used as a perch, his comrades standing beside him like an organized force, focused on her powerful speech. Every other time he'd been disressed by the bareness that occupied the peak of the rock. However, this time, his fog ridden gaze caught the silhouette of a canine, and he was forced to squit to determine the solidity of this illusion.

It was not a mirage, standing there it was as flesh and blood as he was, though certainly not any more than that as it was skinny as well. Feeling a growl rising in his throat, as he was about to lunge forward and interrogate the the heathen who dared to take such a sacred position for themselves, he lurched back as it's howl rang in his ears. The howl, lyrical and familiar, caused him to choke on his snarl, the power behind it making his jaw fall slack and his weary gaze to widen in disbelief. 'Hatshepsut...?'

The bothersome fog still blocked his sight from viewing the specter from the past clearly and as soon as his mind came into focus, he barreled through it to the base of the massive stone. Almost hesitantly, he rested a paw onto the cold surface of the boulder, feeling its chill run up his shoulder and allowed it to clear his head. Carefully, his eyes ran the length of her body, normally he wouldn't perform such a degrading action, but there was no lust in his intentions, only deep, troubling concern. She was thin, that much was evidant, wherever she'd been she hadn't been keeping herself well. Unless of course she wasn't responsible for her beaten down appearance - which he was now thoroughly convinced this was the case.

There had always been the thought at the back of his mind, shelved beside that small part of him that entertained the notion that she was indeed dead. The thought that Hat had not left her comrades on her own notions. It was perhaps this part that caused him to come down so harshly on those who accused her of abandoning them in their hushed, gossiping tones. There was no way that she would allow herself to such a poor condition. And there was no way that she would leave the pack to its own defenses on her free will. The thought almost brought that stifled snarl back to the surface, but he worried that she would take its context under a different cause. Instead, he peeled his lips back away from his fangs slightly and tilted his chin towards the ground, which could be easily be interpreted as a grimace. The expression didn't soothe his rage at whoever harmed his alphess, but it satisfied his desire to express it openly.

Taking another shaky breath that shuddered against his ribs, he lifted his head. In that instant he changed, it was subtle, but he could feel it within himself. Standing a bit straighter than he had been for months, the pangs of hunger and fatigue melted from him like rain. The coldness in his eyes warmed, the richness of the brown returning and intensifying. Rather then greif and hostility, they held something brighter, something that they hadn't showed in a while - hope. Managing a wry grin, it spreading across his grizzled muzzle like an infection, he uttered in his deep, rough tone, "And so the Queen returns to her people..."

[Kai]

Suji

A lone figure walked across the land, his figure skewed do to the approaching fog. its single blue eye glowed in the darkness, the other was closed by harsh scar. When the fog faded, its body revealed the creature to be a canine, a rather wolf-ish looking canine. But this creature lacked the pride of a wolf, it looked more like an abused and lost dog, and that was what it was. For this canine was Suji, a wolf mix that had lived his whole life in a lab with humans. He had been their experiment for three eyes before they threw him away to die. But he was not one to just lay down and die, he would go down with a fight.

"Damn," he growled, for he was truly lost, the poor wolf-dog had no idea where he was. His stomach lurched in hunger, but there was nothing to satisfy it, or at least nothing he could catch. The only things he could hunt were birds, and birds were no where to be seen. Quietly he hushed his stomach, then continued on at his slow pace. He hated walking slow, but he had learned that running was not a good idea. Running for to long could just about kill him, that is why he had to be careful. The humans had done this too them, they raped him and took away the power and abilities of a true canine, and for that they would pay. His lip curled, revealing his sharp fangs as a growl escaped from his throat.

Damn humans, I will kill them all one day... Except you, you were the only one that had tried to protect me... his thoughts started as a snarl, then ended in a whisper as he thought of the kind human that tried to save him. Other then that one human, all the others needed to die, for the rest he had ever met were cruel and uncaring. They just watched as he suffered, oh the ignorance they had as they wrote notes on him as he was pumped with poison. He should of died back there, but he didn't, it was proof that he was a survivor, he could live through his dysfunctions and would survive, somehow.

Suddenly a lone howl interrupted his thoughts, he paused and listened as the notes rose and fell; this was the first time he had heard the howl of canine not in pain, and it was beautiful. Without a second though, Suji turned toward the sound, he tried to walk, but then his excitement got the better of him. He ran, fast like a wolf, his powerful legs propelled him forward. His muscles and bones were made to run, but in internal organs, that was a different story. As he ran, his heart and lungs started to burn like fire, pain began to flow through him. Just a bit farther! he thought as his lugs began to fill with blood.

He finally collapsed in an open area that held a boulder or rock of some sort. Sweat pored from his body, soaking his fur as he lifted his head and looked around. His eye focused on a lone figure atop the mound, he smiled slightly, then forced himself up, ignoring the pain. Slowly he made his way over to the boulder to find that there was another canine there. But before he could reach it, he stopped suddenly and started to cough up blood. It took awhile to empty his lungs, but when he finally did, he lifted his blood stained muzzle upward to the lone figure above him. "Were you the one howling?"

[Lulu]

A tanish dark brown old male walked slowly across the terrain through the dense fog, squinting his gold eyes to see the that he made when he had got hunting. The male carried a medium sized crow in his jaws as he traveled on his path, it was not to far away that a small hole at the base of a tree was located where a young pup waited silently for the old male to return with his catch.

Berugu had not been out long when he had left his son to go hunting, now as the old male was returning a sharp howl rang out through the trees. The Mountain stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder, the howl was not that of a male or a canine in pain but a female's howl and it was smoothing to the old canines ears. It had been a long while since the tanish dark brown male had heard another canine howl in this part of the forest. He didn't want to leave his son alone for long, and so the old male picked up his pace and arrived at the hole at the base of the tree a few minutes later.

After giving his son the bird, Berugu turned and raced towards the direction that the howling had come from. The Mountain, wanted to see who was the female that had howled and called for others to come. Was it a leader of a pack? Or was it a young female who was recruiting members? Or perhaps it was a female who simply wanted to have a company to travel the land with? Did not matter to Berugu, he needed to join a pack and deep down in heart, the pointer mix hoped that this female would help him.

It was not long when Berugu came to the edge of a small clearing, a large boulder stood at one edge, two other males had come, "So I'm not the only one who heard the howl?" The Mountain padded over to the base of the boulder, his gold eyes straining themselves even more than they had earlier when trying to stay on his path, as he tried to make out what they female looked like.

His bright gold eyes widen at the small glimpse of this female, she was thin, she looked as though she had been starved to death and Berugu knew all to well that a strong female wouldn't allow that to happen to herself. Something must have happened to her, now as the pointer mix looked at the female, he felt a strong sense about her and knew that she was strong, and not just being independent but physically strong.

Berugu stared in admiration at this female, "Who are you...?" the pointer mix asked in a harsh shaky voice.

[Montgomery]

Scar a.k.a "Frank"

Poor Scar. His nights and days ran together now. It had been too long since this scarred up dog has had any rest. His ear flicked and tail twitched as he crouched in the bushes. The only good eye he had, focused on a rather plump hare. All the muscles in his body tenses and flexed as he prepared to pounce. Just as he was about to leap upon his prey a howl ripped through the still night air. "Shit!" He sprang from his hiding spot, flying at the rabbit. But it was too late. The howl had startled the bunny, and it ran away before Scar could get his fangs around it. "Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! DAMMIT!" He slammed his paw into the ground before looking towards the direction of the howl. "Guess I better see who that is and see what they want..."

The loner dog padded his way through thick brush, clearings amidst the trees, and other various terrain. Finally he broke through the forest's hold and he began to look around slowly. His blurry vision picked up the shape of the dogs who were already there, but something else caught his eye. As he gazed up, his eye fell upon the one who called. A beautiful looking female stood above them all, sitting there with pride. With a curious mind, he tilted his head before making his way to be in her line of site. His hair stood on end, being around strange dogs, but he tried not to let it get to him.

"I take it that you are the one who called...eh?" His eye focused on her fixedly, his tail and ears twitching.

[Teffi]

[/i] she thought as she lowered her head along with her tail. She could understand how someone like him did not want his old alpha to be back. Hell, he might have taken her place without the ex- queen's knowing.

But her emotions changed once she saw his chocolate brown eyes warmly, looking at her's. His demeanor had changed, which automatically altered her disposition. A faint smile crept on her jowls as he finally uttered his first words in so long.
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Oh how his words made her feel safe and secure. Odd, I know. But Hatshepsut just wanted to get off her rock and nuzzle him with joy and happiness. How she just wanted to run off into unknown lands with him and do whatever. But that's what she wanted to do, and this is not what happened.

"Remus!" exclaimed the proud female, smile growing wider. "Your still..Yes I'm back. Your Hatshepsut..The Queen is back" stuttered the female, not knowing how to stay calm and emotionally detached. Though she was happy she kept her cool [sort of], she would have felt better if she expressed or even said how she felt about him. Her thoughts were cut off, however, when the smell of another dog "interrupted" the pair.

The dog had been running and collapsed just a few yards away from Hatshepsut. He got up, and coughed up blood. The female cocked her head to the side, a wave of confusion and interest hit her as she saw him get up. Another German Shepherd...or a German Shepherd look alike. Perhaps he was a mutt or a hybrid, this she did not know. But as he got closer she noticed the lack of eye he had. He had asked if she was the one who had howled with his blood stained mouth. "Yes, I was the one who howled" she spoke, full of pride. "I am Hatshepsut. Alpha of these lands" she said again, but looked at Remus as she said 'alpha of these lands'. She was not sure if she was, and only he really knew if she still had that title or if someone had taken it away from her. "And what's your name?" as she, a bit kinder than before.

She looked over the two, orbs shifting from one to the other as she waited for the new comer’s name and reason why he had been traveling on pack lands. As she waited, another male was seen. By the looks of it, he seemed to be the oldest and most different. He wasn't of GermanShepherd lineage and this, for once, made her happy. How would she look like if she led only one specific breed? She loved her breed, but she loved variety as well. She looked at the brownish male as he walked over to the small group and asked who she was. She replied immediately, "I am Hatshepsut. Queen of these lands." this time she spoke with more pride then before. She figured if Remus hadn't said anything up till now that she still had a duty within Sanguine Hollows. "And you..Sir, what is your name?" asked she with respect to her elder.

Hatshepsut's eyes narrowed as she heard the sharp sound of a twig snap. She looked out toward the distance where the forest started and saw another male GermanShepherd pad toward them. Like the first new commer, he was too missing an eye. But he seemed strong and mysterious. Again she grew curious. The tan and brown female nodded to the greenish colored male. "I am Hatshepsut, leader of these lands." she said, standing up.

The Queen looked at the small group of interesting, yet physically strong male. She couldn't help but think realistically. Had these males come to look for a female to "mess" with or where they really looking for a pack to belong to? A pack that would go down in history? Hat was a skeptic that kept it real. If anything, being good looking would only help her attract more members. She would use her sex appeal, something she didn't know she had until she was abducted. She would use her looks but she was not fool nor slut. This, everyone would know.
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OoC THANKS MERCY!! And thanks, its good to be back and see you back aswell!

->Ooooo Hatshepsut likes Remus XD But is to stubborn/proud to say so lol.

->Thanks for replying people ^^

-->>Anyone else can join. The more the merrier!

[Sawyer]

Remus

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"Remus!!" The impact of her greeting was so forcefully unexpected that cocked his head to the side and quirked a brow. Of course after her lengthy departure he believed that she would indeed be happy to return to her homeland. He just wasn't sure she would sound so elated to see him. Or at least that's what it seemed like. The exclamation was probably more so in his mind, it had an irritating habit of making him lose touch with reality, especially lately. Still, he couldn’t stifle a grin when she began stutter beneath her own broadening smile.

When he opened parted his jaws to make a remark though, he was cut off by the all too familiar copper-rich scent of blood. Small traces of it on the breeze caused him to turn his head sharply towards its source. Rapidly in the distance grew the form of a steel-colored, one-eyed stranger with wolfish features, running towards them. Feeling his hackles curve up at the base of his nape, he took a step forward into a crouch, almost forming a blockade between the stranger and his Alphess. The motion was so fluidly second nature, he didn’t even register that he had done so, even when he moved into a defensive crouch. It wasn’t until the male began coughing violently that he eased his posture, observing as the dog finished expelling blood onto the ground in front of him. Casting a subtle glance over his shoulder towards Hat, he was concerned that he had offended her personal abilities by acting so protectively.

As he looked back, however, he found he was meeting the same unsure expression coming from Hat. Swiveling his ears in a perplexed fashion, he looked back at her, studying her face as he searched for the source of her unease. All he recalled happening the moment before was the stranger inquiring her about her distant message to the horizon, and her divulging her status upon the lands, establishing herself as the rightful alpha. The statement, he expected, should have been one spoken in her usual flaring pride, yet she seemed to be a trickle of uncertainty in her tone. Promptly, he turned his focus back to the other canine, furrowing his brow in wonder if he was the cause for the female’s unease.

Not long after the first had appeared, gradually, another figure seemed to be emerging on the horizon. A brown, mottled chap with the look of a hound or perhaps a hunter, who approached at less of a hurried pace than the other, and it seemed as though it was curiosity that had brought him to their present location. Flaring his nostrils, he could scent the presence of feathers and decay clinging to his pelt, as it seems the greis had been hunting the local scavengers recently. Relaxing his posture still, yet retaining his permanent military façade, he gave a curt nod to both of the newcomers.

The minutes seemed to be fleeting, and the area crawling with males as it wasn’t long before yet another individual came to answer Hat’s call. This one, scars decorating his features and a missing eye as the first to arrive, had the familiar structure about him that gave away his shepherd blood, even though his pelt was a mossy color of green. Making a noise that sounded like the hybrid of a cough and a laugh, a faint smirk appeared on his visage and he uttered quietly under breath, “Nicht lange bevor wir haben Verwandte aus unseren Ohren kommen, en Chef?” The query was directed towards Hat, even though he wasn’t sure how much she was familiar with her German. For the past month’s he’d been wandering the territory on his own, the only times he’d felt the need to speak out loud, he did so to himself in his native tongue. Now it seemed, he would have to reacquaint himself with using English most of the time.

The smirk fading quickly, however, and instead he set his gaze stiffly on the new arrivals. Though he couldn’t place it, it seemed to him that there was something about the sudden appearance of the dogs that had struck something in Hat. Maybe, and he grimaced inwardly at the thought, it had something to with what had happened to her while she was away. Personally, after the sudden ambush of vulgar, distressing images his mind had given him, having her surrounded by a group of strange males wasn’t exactly calming to him either.

Quickly, he forced himself to take a deep breath. It did him no favors to consider the worst of the situation. Besides, he was probably mistaken in his guessing about what had become of Hat, and heaven knew he didn’t need excuses to trigger his post traumatic stress into causing him to attack the new dogs. Making negative impacts on potential new pack mates didn’t bode well for future interaction. It didn’t always work out romantically..

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Fabius, Mercy, Revy

“Dad!” the small, unmistakable high pitched tone associated with youth sounded from behind him for what seemed like the twelfth time. Fabius closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath through his nose before turning around to look back at the two pups trailing behind him, “Yes, Sweetheart?” His mahogany gaze fell on the smaller of the two, who stared back at him with intense, yet so achingly familiar violet hued eyes.

“Are we almost there? We’ve been walking FOREVER,” a short whine trailed after the statement. With a light sigh, his expression softened a bit as he observed the light drag in her paws. He knew his daughter was more apt to wear out due to her… condition, and he had a tendency to go soft on her when she played the right notes. She would find ways to use that against him in the future he had no doubt.

Turning his head back towards the direction they were travelling, he replied in a hushed tone, “We can’t be far. I heard the howl coming from this direction loud and clear. Now be quiet, we don’t know what we’re up against, and you two shouldn’t even be here.” It was true, they were truly their mother’s daughters since they were able to follow him so far out without him noticing. From somewhere behind him he heard a quiet “ow” from Mercy where Revy must have shouldered her and whispering, “Yeah, Mercy, quit yelling, or the intruders will come and eat you.” Ignoring the light scuffling going on behind him, he suppressed an eye roll, ‘Yep… their mother’s daughters alright.’

As the scents around them grew clearer and more distinct, he paused suddenly, only to have his two strangling pups run into him while they weren’t paying attention. Looking back at them, he caught their sheepish grins as they gazed up innocently at him from the heap they formed as they toppled back. Giving them a chance to scramble back to their feet, he lowered his head to look them square in the eyes before instructing, “Stay right here. This could be too dangerous for pups and your ol’ lady will murder me if I come back shorthanded.”

It was Revy who spoke up, a playful smirk riding on her youthful features accentuated by her fierce, brown eyes, “If you don’t let us come with you, Dad, I’ll tell Ma you called her old…” Narrowing his eyes, he met the stare down his daughter was giving him, his eyebrow twitching in slight irritation. He knew she was serious. For some reason his offspring found it humorous in getting him in trouble with Kana. Scoffing quietly, he gritted his teeth and whispered, “So small… and so evil,” which aroused a wide grin from both his daughters. Yet their expressions fell into ones of clear disappointment as he uttered a short, “no,” before leaving them concealed behind some scrub.

Stalking his way among the misty terrain, his eyes scanned the field that brought back a flood of memories. If he wasn’t mistaken, this was the very place where he’d first presented himself to the newly forming pack, with Hatshepsut standing proudly on the large boulder in the center of it all. Most of it was a bit fuzzy now, as his mind had somehow replaced some of the details with views of Kana’s ass, but the feelings of homecoming were still fresh as the day long ago. In fact, he could almost see the memory passing before him now. Hatshepsut gazing down upon a small gathering a dogs, who looked back up at her with both curiosity and respect. Except there was something off about the vision he was looking at. Remus was never at the original meeting, he joined later in the heat of a battle. Yet now, it appeared as though the veteran shepherd was standing at the base of Hat’s rock, glaring scrutinizing at the group of dogs like a lieutenant.

Seconds ticked by and finally, he understood that this was no mere allusion of the mind. This was real as the ground compressing beneath his robotic forelimb. A smile breaking out on his face, he bounded forward, past the strange group of dogs towards Remus. Letting out a deep bark, he exclaimed enthusiastically, “Remus! Hat you’re back!”

Suddenly he cringed, because at the utterance of Remus’ name he could hear the excited sopranos of his daughters’ voices breaking away from the bushes, “Uncle Remus!” Jerking his head around, he shouted in a gruff tone, “I told you brats to stay put!”

Despite the scolding from their father, the pups rushed straight past him and plowed straight for the male shepherd they considered their honorary uncle. Sulking, he watched as Remus lowered his head and nudged them under the chins affectionately, and gave his own smirk as he remarked with a shake of his head, “You know you’re only encouraging them to disobey me.”

The shepherd raised his head and looked at him, saying with the joking tone one would use with an old friend and chuckled, “I don’t think your Welpen need my encouragement to do that, Fabius.” A deep laugh erupted from the Dobe’s throat and he glanced down at the two youngsters who simply grinned back up before adding, “Indeed.”

Slowly raising his head, his eyes scanned up the length of the boulder until it reached Hat standing at its peak. Smirking, he addressed Mercy and Revy as he remarked genuinely, “Show your respect girls, the true leader of the lands has finally come home.”[/font][/size][/center]

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Remus' German Guide


Greis - old man

Nicht lange bevor wir haben Verwandte aus unseren Ohren kommen, en Chef? - Not long before we have kinfolk coming out our ears, eh boss?

Welpen - pups

[Kana]

Kana & Kaiju

That voice rang with a certain familiarity. She KNEW that voice as well as she knew her own. With a voice like hers there was no forgetting it... it was Hatshepsut.

"Juju! Put it in gear!" Kana's sharp voice annihilated any silence there might have been. "We're coming mother," came a silent and detached voice. Kaiju's dark red and grey body marched after his mother's paw prints in the dusty earth of the Sanguine Hollows. There was a huff in response to his use of the word "we" when it was only him following the older, doberman female. However, Kana knew good and well that her youngest pup was never alone in his own mind. At that moment he was probably staring, as usual, at his monstrous fiend of a friend. "Puddle coming up." She warned without even thinking about it as she continued at her lengthy pace.

Kaiju's cropped ears twitched in irritation. He didn't understand why there had to be a puddle every five steps. The young pup would much prefer a dryer route, but his mother insisted they reach the source of the earlier howl as soon as possible. He avoided looking at the small puddle of water and skirted around it, repulsed at the thought of looking into the muddy water, even if the water was to dirty to see a reflection in. The only time he approached water was when he was near to dying of thirst. Kana, naturally, made it her job to defend him from the evil clutches of H2O. He was sure she'd push him in if she didn't understand WHY he didn't like water. Being a schizophrenic was a mentally exhausting thing. Water was a dangerous medium to be around when having a hallucination, second only to cliffs.

Soon enough Kana stopped, and he being ever vigilant and as cautious as a drug-runner stopped immediately a mere foot behind her. The doberman's purple eyes narrowed, he mirroring the action with his crimson eyes. The two slipped through the undergrowth to see quite a sight. Hatshepsut proudly stood atop the original rock they were called to when the pack was first formed, though Kaiju would know nothing of that. Below her stood a protective Remus currently half-hidden in a sea of her two, energetic daughters. Around the rock Kana could spot her own mate -and favorite torture subject- as well as three new dogs. The rest of the pack was still absent, but in time she was sure they would show. "Long time no see, Boss." Kaiju looked up at Hatshepsut with suspicion, but if his mother showed this female respect then she had a damn good reason why. Juju took a few steps closer to the rock, seeking to meet the egyptian's eyes. "... Hi."

[Teffi]

Okay! I need Kai,Lulu, & Montomery to post ASAP or I will! Please I do not want this pack to grow inactive![/size]

[Lulu]

Berugu stared around as others entered the clearing, though no as he looked back up at the female who stood atop the large boulder, he finally spoke, "My name is Berugu. Its nice to met you, young pup."

Back at the base of the tree, where Berugu had left his son laid a young pup, his pelt as black as night, with all but his dark red strike on his back to the tip of his tail and the two dark red rings around his front legs. Kageki's blue and green eyes stared out into the blackness, waiting for Berugu to return. As the minutes past, the young kouga dog began to get worried about his father. The young pup got to his paws, leaving the feathers of the bird that he had eaten behind him as he climbed out of the small cave.

Looking down the trail that he had walked along with his father many times. Running down the trail now, the scent of his father filled his scent glandes and then that others soon mixed with Berugu's scent. The kouga pup raced into the blackness, following his father's scent until he came to the clearing. Seeing his father standing near the large boulder, he raced over to his father and stood beside him. The young pup's eyes stared up at Hatshepsut. Not knowing what else to do, but wait to see what happened.

Berugu looked down at his side and suprised to his son standing there, a gental grin graced the old male's maw. Looking back up at the female, "This young pup is my son, his name is Kageki." The pointer mix said as he gave Kageki a quick lick before looking up Hatshepsut again.

[Montgomery]

Scar aka Frank slowly bowed before Hat and didn't look up at her. "My name is Frank...it is an honor to meet you, Leader..." He couldn't believe his own words. Something about this ruler sent chills down his spines and filled his heart with pride and respect. Whatever it was, it made him want to follow her.

He slowly lifted his head up, looking around at the larger gathering now. His hair stood on end, not in aggression, but in nervousness. His eye slowly roamed up to Hat again as his voice came out shakily. "You do not have to accept me into your pack, Your Highness...But I have nothing left to give my life to...So if it be your will, grant me the honor of being a soldier for you." Once again, the scarred up dog bowed to her and didn't look up. He was being so filled with pride that his eye shed tears, and he began to shake. It finally hit him. This is what he was meant to do...belong to this pack, serving Hatshepsut

(forgive me for such a bad post)

[Teffi]

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Long ears had twitched at the out of place loudness within his voice. It had been her Doberman with the robotic leg. It was Fabius! One of her original members of the Militia! If she wasn't sostubbornn, she would have teared up, but instead she cracked a smile as she stood where she was standing. "Fabius" she yipped, her tail swaying over her long back. "Your still around!" Yes, she had been glad that he was around. After all he was one of her warriors that helped her fight off intruders and some crazy ass monster only months ago. She looked down at him then back at Remus, but something was strange. At the sound of the GermanShepherd's name, a couple of doberman pinscher pups came hoping along.Curiosityy killed her noble stance as Hatshepsut softened her position and cocked her head to one side. She observed the four (sisters, Remus, & Fabius), not daring to say one peep.

As if this moment wasn't hectic enough, another very heart warming thing happened. Theassassinn Doberman Pinscher had emerged from the depths of the white fog. It was Kana! Yet another member who fought of the intruders months ago.

"Long time no see, Boss."

Hat cracked a great smile, seeing it was a female of her past. One who she was always proud of. One was was quite similar to her. But what was trailing behind her? Another Dobie pup? Hat's tilted head slid back to his up right position. It didn't take the Queen long enough to figure out this interesting puzzle. The Doberman Pinschers had something going on. She knew they would end up like this one day. Ever since that day they went hiking by themselves. The female couldn't help but chuckle and sit down. Man, did this make her feel comfortable and relaxed. This pair were quite the characters, and now they had multiplied! Well about time the Macabre Militia had youngens of their own. The more members the merrier, especially if they were kin of those she had respected. A+.

"My name is Berugu. Its nice to met you, young pup."[/s]

She was wrapped up in her past members, that she almost forgot this was a formal meeting for inspiring Militians. This was abitembarrassingg for the tan and brown female. She forced her face to look more frigid and stern as she looked at the rest of the dogs. She nodded slowly as the older pointer spoke. "Berugu" had a pup who quickly made himself known to the public that he, didin factt exist.Kageki thought the female, trying to always remember his name. "Well, welcome you both Berugu and Kageki," replied she with a normal yet hints of warmness in her voice. "Berugu you are officially part of this pack as a Gent. And Kageki will be placed as an Offspring". There, two done.

Hatshepsut then looked at the dark dog that shared her blood. My name is Frank...it is an honor to meet you, Leader..." [/s].
Frank. That was easy and quite..frank to say the least. She knew it was protocol to place dogs either as Omegas, or if she felt generous as Gents/Dames. But what came out of his mouth and his reaction. It almost blew the alphess away. He seemed to really want to be part of her group ofassassinss and warriors. It was as if it was born to be in it. "Nice to meet you Frank. I place you also, as a Gent. Congratulations". She had also placed him in a comfy spot.

"As for Remus,Fabius, and Kana" she began, looking at the trio. "You guys are getting bumped up. Pick one, eitherAssassinn or Guard." Yes this was one of those rareopportunitiess that members had were they didn't have to fight or kill to be moved up in rank. What can I say, Hat was just glad she was alive and her pack was not demolished.

"And Kana, I must say lovely pups you and Fabius produced". What was this? A compliment?! Yes, folks it was a compliment. "You little Doberman also have a rank. You guys will beOff springss, just like Kageki"[/color][/ul][/font]


OoC
Just a few things;;

• I just HAD to reply. Sorry to those who were planning on posting today, before I would. But my fans need me lol XD
  
• GLAD to have everyone back and kicken!
  
• Alright since Kai is chillen out/partying in Japan, I'll just place Suji as a "Gent" aswell ^^.
  
• We are going to be involved in a war soon. That's what we are known for anyway lol. So the new members get to show off their skills/prove themselves to the older members and Hat on the battle field =D

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[Teffi]

Pokety, poke poke

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[Sawyer]

Ah! I need to reply here? D: Or is our.. semi..joining thread, done with?? Wasn't sure.. Murr. o.e

[Lulu]

Berugu dipped his head in agreement to his the position that he was assigned with by the young female alpha. His old eyes drifted to Kageki who stared up at the young she-dog. Using one of his old paws he forced the young male pup to bow his head to the alpha. "Thank you alpha." Berugu said as he allowed Kageki to look up again and as his raced after the young alpha.