StarfrostedFox

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Portals to the Nether (Fetzen x AutumnFrost)

As Othen had smiled at her wider and wider, Branna found that she couldn’t help but smile back at him. And then he laughed, a booming, cheerful, sort of sound and she found that she was drawn in to laughing along with him,, her own more of a light trilling sound, despite the heads she could see turning in their direction. Life wouldn’t be half as interesting if you didn’t occasionally get stared at for laughing. Better that than something more embarrassing.

“Be that the case, I’m pretty sure you could do some decent damage if you simply dropped something on an enemy. Like a boulder, for instants,” Branna responded with a cheeky grin, briefly pantomiming lifting something heavy over her head and dropping it onto an unsuspecting foe. Chuckling softly, she dropped her arms to the table.

As the conversation shifted to Othen’s project, her head tilted slightly to one side. Steel like that sounded almost too good to be true.Then again, she was no expert in metal quality. For all she knew, this harder steel was well known among the merchants.

“I might have to get me such a sword at one point. If I can afford it that is,“ she amended, not sure if her salary would be enough.

When Othen seemed to perk up at her Sharing information that she did some exploration, Branna couldn’t help but smile. It was almost like a child getting excited over a present. A very large child. The imagery made her almost laugh, but she just managed to hold back the impulse.

“Thank you for that. I’ve had some people tell me otherwise,“ she admitted, brushing a piece of her hair that had come undone from her braid off of her face. “And no, I wouldn’t mind some company. I don’t have any current jobs lined up and have been meaning to travel into some unsettled areas.“

Briefly taking a drink from her cup, she then asked, “When will you be wanting to head out?”

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I’d like one more story I think. So bumping this.

Blood Trails (Siaya-Dragalorn x AutumnFrost)

Of all the agents they could have sent, they just had to send the least personable human William had ever met on the face of the earth. Taya could only run interference for so long, but eventually the tension between he and Agent Archer was going to come to a head. He’d probably end up getting shot at one point, but that would only serve to enrage him all the more. Staring the man down for several seconds, William Took it as a small victory when the other finally looked away. Granted, it had been mostly because of what his partner had said, but he would count the instance as a victory nevertheless.

Eyes turning to Taya, he hoped his expression softened as he intended it to do, William looked introspective for a moment. Resisting the Resurging urge to growl at her partner, he instead directed his response to Agent Turner.

“If such lore has been published, I’m sure there are those higher up than me that are aware of it. But trust me when I say,” a wry smile briefly twisted his lips, “if there was any cure for this curse, every wolf would have been made aware of it. Some struggle more than others, but we all wish it could be otherwise on some level. Regardless,” he continued, briefly looking back towards Eli, “I won’t pass the detail along.”

‘Not to mention that I would be first in line if such a method existed. And then finally, I’d be free to join Cathy and the boys,’ he added silently to himself, his expression briefly growing somber.

Eyes trailing back to the file as The conversation shifted to the visit to the morgue, William caught a hint of the fear scent that Taya unconsciously exuded, though it was muted due to being only from a memory. Still, it had his blue eyes returning to her hazel ones, a stab of sympathy going through him. On impulse, he reached out across the table and took one of Taya’s hands and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“I understand. You don’t need to worry on my account,“ he said softly, holding her gaze for several seconds before giving her hand another gentle squeeze and leaning back in his chair. A sad smile touched his lips then. “Our food is on its way, If you still have an appetite after all this.”

And indeed, not mini moments later, Lucy stepped back into the room, a large tray balanced expertly before her. She approached swiftly, apparently making an effort not to infuriate Agent Archer this time, and began dividing the food.

“Here’s that special for you Taya,” she chirped cheerfully, setting a plate down in front of the young woman, “and here’s your double double sir,“ she added with a brief giggle as she set down a pair of plates in front of William.

The smell of hot, fresh, food had William‘s stomach automatically growling in anticipation and it was hard for him to not instantly pick up the nearest cheeseburger and begin eating. He instead made a polite comment about how delicious everything looked when asked, smiling briefly as he collected a few napkins from the dispenser.

“I also brought some extra drinks four y’all so that you won’t need to be interrupted,” she added, the nearest hint of snap in her words as she briefly glanced towards Eli before she gave the other two a beaming smile and started out of the room with a wave. “You no where to find me if you need anything. Enjoy!“

As soon as The door clicked behind Lucy, William‘s gaze flickered to Taya, even as he resettled the file back onto the table from where he had slid it into his lap. After confirming she had taken her first bite, he finally picked up the nearest cheeseburger, the half paper wrapping on it crinkling. He took an experimental bite first, But it was quickly followed up by a second larger mouthful. Taya had been correct in asserting that the food was rather good here. Much better than he had been anticipating.

As he tried a couple of the french fries, William asked one of the questions that had occurred to him while he had been perusing the files. “Other than their hearts missing, are there any other similarities between the injuries? Do they know if they were made by straight edged weapons? Saw tooth? Or does it look more... animalistic?“ Alright, Maybe not the most cheerful of topics to discuss over a meal, but he was sure it would make Agent archer happy, or some equivalent of the emotion, to have him pursuing the matter at hand rather than make small talk. He cast Agent Turner an apologetic glance.

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It’s been a while since I bumped this. I’ve been finding moments to do some writing here and there, so why not? I am currently craving Yu Yu Hakusho, playing as Kurama, and The dungeons and dragons idea that I have listed, but I’m not opposed to other ideas. If anyone is interested, send me a message or post here. ❤️

Valley of Change [AutumnFrost x Hazelrah]

After such a Long time sitting, Haythe found himself stiff and sore, Grumpier than usual. And although he denied it, Larken had silently sent a small, slightly warm, wave of water over the length of his body, her healing waters taking away the worst of the aches and leaving a residual hint of minty scent on his fur. Despite this help, the big black wolf had decided to go for a run anyway, hoping to loosen up his limbs and shake off the last of the stiffness.

’And check to make sure that everything is quiet,‘ he added silently to himself, loping stride carrying his body swiftly up a rise, lifting him above a Marshland that spread over part of the territory.

Standing on the crest of the hill, Haythe lifted his nose to the wind, nostrils flaring as he scented the air for anything unusual. Hints of deer and rabbit teased at the edges of his awareness, instinctively making his tongue swipe across his muzzle, mouth watering. But the impulse was tamped down by the greater scent of other wolves. These scents however were tainted with the smells of smoke and burning, starkly contrasting against the cool, fresh, smells that lingered on his own pack mates. He was near the boundary line of where his land met with the territory of the fire pack.

Icy blue gaze sweeping quickly over the horizon, Haythe started down the other side of the hill at a much slower pace, nose dropping to the ground as he inspected the grass and bushes for any smells that were out of the ordinary. Although he told himself that he was looking for anything other than wolf scent, part of his mind was focused on the possibility of some of the fire wolves having strayed further than they ought, his conversation with his sister still lingering. Partially within the leaves and branches of a bush, Haythe caught a sharp scent that immediately had his nose wrinkling, his lips lifting to expose his teeth.

The smell was sharp and cold somehow, reminding him vaguely of how the water tasted where it bubbled up from deep within the mountain. It was mixed with a somewhat bitter smell, like sick prey, but that wasn’t quite right. Pushing through the Bush the rest of the way, Haythe blinked as he nearly ran headfirst into a long stick standing straight and tall on the other side of the bush, a scrap of what looked like a pelt hanging from the top that waved slightly in the breeze. Fur lifting along his spine, Haythe circled the stick, sniffing at it, Careful to not touch it. He had never seen anything like it before.

The stick was unnaturally straight and seemed to be reflecting the sunlight. Gray in color, it had the appearance of no other tree or plant that he had ever seen before. The scrap of pelt was a bright red in color, like the leaves when the weather began turning colder. And now that he was looking closer, Haythe noticed some sort of black rock near the top of the stick, though he had never seen a rock with smooth, straight, angular sides such as this one. The wolf stared at it thoughtfully for several seconds before coming to a decision. Taking a long, deep, breath through his nose, Haythe then opened his mouth wide, exhaling. As his breath left him, it it first appeared to fog as it might in The depths of winter, but crystals of ice quickly formed soon after, the frigid air hitting the stick and coding it in a layer of frost.

Nothing happened. The stick didn’t budge an inch. Grauel rumbling in his throat, Haythe tried again with an even stronger blast of frigid air, though to his annoyance, the result remain the same. Stalking forward, ready to jump back in an instant, the black wolf slashed at the stick with one of his big paws. As his nails made contact, he couldn’t suppress the yelp of pain and surprise as he was met with rigid resistance, shock jarring his foreleg. What was Moore, the stick had made an odd clanging sound at the contact, Making his ears ring slightly. Pinning his ears against his skull in response, Haythe backed away several paces.

’Now what?‘

~*~

With Pip fed and happily occupied with playing with one of the den mothers, Lena finally had to admit that she needed to address the needs of her pack. Straightening to her full height, which admittedly wasn’t all that impressive from an outward appearance, the white she wolf released a short howl to get the attention of her pack mates. Eyes and heads turned at once in her Direction and she automatically lifted her tail into the air.

“It’s time for us to go on a hunt,” she announced, arousing murmurs of excitement and approval. “Whoever is interested, follow me!“

With that, Lena trotted for a few steps towards the entrance before breaking out into an all out run. Her own excitement thrilling through her muscles as she shot out into the open, sunlight washing warm over her fur, speeding down the rocky outcroppings without fear, leaping from one to the next quickly. Behind her, she could hear The others following, leaping and bounding after their alpha. She briefly caught sight of Rowan to her left, his tongue lolling, before another wolf on her right caught her attention.

Rikka was a sleek she wolf with fur the color of liquid silver, her coat appearing to be almost reflective. Sprouting from her back, though currently folded tightly against her body, were a pair of feathered black wings. An unusual feature, even for the air pack, Rikka was rather memorable. Even looking past her wings, her piercing mint green eyes and herStraightforward personality stuck with you long after she had departed. The winged wolf cast a quick look towards Lena at this point, flashing her a momentary grin.

Lena snorted happily in response, tail waving, before she steered her pack mates into the trees near the base of the mountain, slowing their pace as they began weaving through the trunks. Automatically, she perked her ears, listening for the sounds of movement.

“There’s a herd of elk off to our left, fifty or so paces off,” Rikka breathed a A few moments later, her pointed ears straining forward.

“Yeesh, your ears are good,” Rowan responded, just as quiet, but the respect was evident in his voice.

Rikka merely blinked at him, but Lena could see from the way she twitched her tail that the compliment had rather pleased the she Wolf. Rikka’s Brother Noda, Lena’s late mate, had been exactly the same.

“Let’s go then, I’m hungry,” Lena trilled lightly, whipping her tail to the side before beginning to lope forward, body low to the ground.

~*~

One paw in, one small scoop of dirt scooped away. Another paw in, and another scoop of earth cleared out. The monotonous motion was predictable, simple, but Edirah found herself unnecessarily struggling with the task. With a short huff, the she wolf sat back onHer haunches, still inside the tunnel she was working on and took a moment to simply breathe.

For a wolf, Edirah was surprisingly delicate, dainty, As her mother often put it. It had led to more than one teasing comment that her father had been a fox rather than a wolf. She didn’t mind the comments overall, or at least didn’t express any disagreement with her demure demeanor. Her fur, lending to her delicate appearance, was rather long in places, especially on her tail, back of her neck, and top of her head. The latter almost resembled the manes sometimes glimpsed on wild horses that in frequently passed through the Valley. Primarily, her coat was a deep forest green, though her lower jaw, Throat, chest, belly, the end of her tail, and the tips of her toes were all colored cream.

Blinking light pink eyes up at the sky for a moment, Edirah found her gaze drifting to Tlaloc sitting a short distance away and, Predictably, her heart gave a nervous little flutter. She liked the big wolf rather a lot, had for quite some time now. But she had never confessed anything to him. The very thought had her feeling hot under her fur with embarrassment. Ears pressing back briefly against her skull, she dipped her head and went back to digging.

’Bhumi probably holds more interest for him anyway,’ Edirah thought quietly to herself, listening to the two dominant wolves shouting back-and-forth to one another.

Unknown to her, one of the other wolves had been watching her from a distance. Hutch, a lithe chocolate colored male with a lighter caramel colored saddle pattern adorning his back blinked his golden eyes at Edirah, Unseen by the she wolf. Even if the alpha didn’t know of her feelings, Hutch was well aware of them and it gave him a sense of sadness. Instead of mooning after Tlaloc, why couldn’t Edirah see that he liked her?

Sighing Saufley to himself, Hutch dropped his gaze to his paws, using one of them to scratch at the dirt beneath his toes. If he wasn’t such a chicken, maybe he would have by now. giving his head a shake, the brown wolf Focus his attention on the tunnel he himself was shaping, closing his mind to all other thoughts as he felt the earth around him through his connection with it. With a soft grinding noise, the dirt began churning slightly, like gently boiling water, before it started to role in his direction, scoops of earth clearing themselves out of the way.

One day...

Warriors at Heart

No worries Shannon! Life always comes first. And I was expecting people to be a little bit more busy this week. Happy Thanksgiving!

Really, to everyone. I hope that the day has been a good one. I wanted to say, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, that I’m grateful for all of you, for all the characters and effort that has been put into this role play. I hope we can all enjoy it.

I also wanted to mention a few other things that I’m grateful for, because it’s been on my mind. I’m thankful for my life. Not many people know, but twelve years ago, I technically died. Several times. I went into cardiac arrest at least five times, Which resulted in a whole heap of problems. But I am alive today. I’m grateful for those who saved me.

I am grateful for my husband, who has stuck with me throughout all these years. He is my strength and my best friend.

I am grateful for my son. We tried for 10 years to start our family and he’s such a blessing and a miracle.

And the last thing I’ll mention here, something very close to my heart, is that I am grateful for my Savior Jesus Christ. without his atoning sacrifice, none of us would be able to be saved. I am grateful that he was willing to go through the pain and suffering he did for me, for my family, for all of us. I am grateful to know that he knows exactly how I feel in every situation. I love him.

And I love all of you. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Warriors at Heart

Warm breath on the top of her head, followed by a gentle touch, had Frostpaw’s eyes lifting from where they had been fixed on her toes to meet Owleye’s gaze. She blinked sadly at his words, but deep down, they did help with some of what she was feeling. Grief, After all, was a new feeling for the young cat. Head turning to look at Badgerclaw’s still form, his mate and her mother close by, she swallowed hard before giving her head a quick, nervous, nod.

“Thank you Owleye,” she whispered, leaning into lick his shoulder respectfully before she rose to her paws. “I’ll go straight to the apprentices then after I do that. And I’ll make sure to bring Cinderpaw with me.”

As her mentor moved away after one more gentle touch of his nose on the top of her head, Frostpaw took a deep, shaky, breath before she started forward on legs that trembled slightly. approaching the dead warrior seemed to be one of the hardest things she had ever done. Even her apprentice ceremony hadn’t been this difficult, and it felt like a moon had passed by the time she finally reached Badgerclaw’s body. Crouching down near his head, she gazed at his peaceful expression for a few moments before she tentatively licked his cold cheek.

“Thank you for saving my brother,” she breathed into the deputy’s ear.

Unable to handle The sorrow that the proximity was making her feel anymore, Frostpaw rose, pausing only long enough to touch the tip of her tail against first Laurelcloud’s and then Silverstar’s shoulders before she was padding quickly away, heading towards her brother. lowering her head respectfully to Foxfur and Brindleheart, she sat close to Cinderpaw, his familiar scent washing over her.

“Are you alright Cinderpaw?” the White and ginger she cat asked gently, touching her nose to her brother‘s ear. “Owleye says I should get some rest... and I think you should too.”

“That sounds like a good idea. We still have training to do tomorrow,“ a deep meow spoke up softly.

Frostpaw looked sideways to see that Foxfur was looking down at them, his sorrow filled gaze softened with gentleness.

“Life still has to go on for the rest of us,“ he added with a sigh, running his tail comfortingly over the two apprentices’ backs briefly.

Rabbitkit spoke up then, his tiny meow only partially successfully lowered. “Can I sit vigil all night?”

“Me too?” his sister Rainkit chimed in immediately, bouncing to her paws.

Brindleheart placed her tail over the kits mouths quickly, giving her head a shake. “No, you can’t. It’s time we were all heading back to the nursery for sleep.”

“Do what your mother says,“ Foxfur meowed firmly as the kids began to protest, quieting their complaints to soft grumbles as they were herded away. Casting a last look of fondness after his family, Foxfur looked back towards the apprentices. “Really though, morning will be here sooner than you think,“ he added meaningfully.

Frostpaw fluffed out her fur, rising to her paws and giving her brother a gentle nudge. As she started off in the direction of the apprentices den, she hesitated just long enough to look once more at Badgerclaw. “...May StarClan welcome you home.“

Warriors at Heart

I know, I know! But I like getting people characters they can play with, even if it’s later. It just makes me happy. As a result, I have made Bluestorm to be Mosspoppy’s mate and Nettlepaw to be Longtrek’s apprentice. I’ve got some ideas for their back stories, but I haven’t had time to get anything written down yet. Just a description. With them created and Beetlefoot ready to be Quailpaw’s mentor, I think that fulfills some of the connections you were looking for. 😄 But if you’d rather one of Jamie‘s characters, I’m good with that as well.

Warriors at Heart

@Smystar99 No worries Shannon! It doesn’t bother me at all! I like that you’ve been building backstory for characters, it helps them feel more alive. But if I do notice any part that might be an issue, I’ll point it out. But i’d rather focus on fun and not stress. The only thing I can think of at the moment is that it was a snake, not a tree branch falling that killed Badgerclaw. I think that’s what I remember that I wanted to mention. Other than that, I really enjoyed the posts! I can hopefully start working on another reply soon. Having an almost toddler is quite the adventure.