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Wildwing wrote:In the Burned Lands, a young she-wolf's eyes fluttered open. She squinted through the harsh light that shone down on her, the surrounding black leafless tree doing nothing to shield her from the sun. She rolled to her side, three-year old ash mixed with dirt sifting under her with the movement. A quick survey around her revealed that little to no green grew in this charred spot of the dead forest. As she moved to her paws, her white leg fur staining dark gray with the dirty ground she had laid in, she noticed a cave directly to her side. She lowered her head just a bit to peak inside, but it was too dark to see much detail. A quick sniff and angling of her ears told her no living thing was inside.

(I've been wondering, would the pack's skeletons still be there or did Zarrock bring them back using their remains?)

..... No ...... that's impossible .... it's been so long .....


Somewhere on the wind, the faintest whispering could be heard of confusion. In no place particular, and everywhere at once, someone unseen observed the younger wolf. Stunned, in denial, and with flickers of apprehension... it watched.

The young she-wolf's ears flicked at the faint voice, lifting her head to see what it was. Looking over the empty camp, she saw no one. But she felt as if she were not alone. She stood in place for a moment, as if waiting to see if anything would happen. Then, when nothing did, she turned her back on the cave and slowly began to trod through the area. Her eyes flicking to the side, she noticed something that fit in with the scenery, but still looked unusual. Changing direction, she stopped in front of and silently stared down at what she recognized to be the burned remains of a grown wolf.

The whispering came again, this time just as faint but more recognizable as words. The familiar voice of a young grey wolf came again on the wind. "... you're alive .... "

The she-wolf's ears pricked at the voice, followed by the raising of her head. She surveyed the area around her, yet still saw no one.

"...Yes," she agreed after several heartbeats, "Yes...I am."

"...And you?..."

" ...... No .... "

(Okay! That makes sense!)

The she-wolf fell silent, stepping away from the corpse in thought. The voice sounded familiar... She felt she needed to know more...

"...What happened to you?"

" ..... I was Kentucky Fried Extra Crispy Recipe-ed by a psycho chicken ... " 


The voice was quiet, and did not reply. His presence started to fade as he was faced with the question. The unease that Rose had been feeling would begin to wane with each moment.

"...Well fudge..."

Already, the she-wolf could feel his presence fading. Her crimson eyes widened and she felt a spark of panic in her chest. He couldn't go yet, she still needed to get her bearings. And he was the best start she had. And so she reached for him.
Physically, she stood in one place, not moving a muscle. But deep within her, as if acting with her very soul, she sweeped the immediate area for this unseen being. He was everywhere at once, not manifested in a specific point in space yet. But still, she tried to hold on to what she could, willing him to stay for just a little longer.

"Who are you?" she asked in a calm voice, "What are you to me?"

The presence flared a bit at the question, casting quick flashes of despair, panic, anger, then sadness. 

".... You don't know me? ...... You don't remember me? ..... I died for you.... "

"...I'm sorry. I know that I know you somehow, but please, just...keep talking. Tell me who you are, and what you were to me."

The presence grew dark, starting to fade again before staying steady as a smaller entity. "It's me, Rose.... your friend ... "

For only a fraction of a moment, the entity manifested in Rose's mind-eye as a quick image of himself. In the quick flash, his eyes were full of tears, his face full of pain but no wounds in sight. In the same instant he appeared, he was gone, only a thought once more.

The moment she saw his face, she remembered who he was.

"Pike..." she breathed as tears sprung into her eyes, her heart aching as memories rushed through her head, "Oh, Pike... I'm so sorry..."

She closed her eyes and let out a breath and closed her eyes, taking a moment to center herself.


"...But I'm not Rose..."


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Raiya was too focused on trying to hit a third Shade, that she barely heard the exchange with Moonpelt. They were about halfway down the mountain now, and the earthquakes continued to escalate. Raiya narrowed her eyes as another huge ripple in the mountain sent snow flying up into the air on all sides of the sled. This time, she noticed something. Under the snow, the land wasn't just splitting... it was moving. With the next quake, a huge chunk of black stone erupted from the ground.

Raiya slowly let the slingshot go, taking in the sight of the mountain as all across it more ripples continued, gaining pace. Suddenly, the ground shook once more, this time so much more intensely that the sled began to rumble with it. The Shades in the sky began streaming off in different directions. At first the wolf thought they were coming in to attack, but when they kept going she realized they were fleeing from something.

Raiya slowly opened her muzzle to say something, following the increasing massive ripples in the mountainside. ".... Guys...."

At the last quake, Raiya watched the snow fall away in several spots completely. Black stone the size of half the mountain revealed beneath. The snow fell away straight down the mountain around some object that lay beneath it, curving hundreds of feet away from the sled and touching the ground at the base of the mountain. Raiya followed the sight and visibly gasped as the form began to take shape. At the base of the mountain, previously hidden under the snow, came the raising of a gigantic scaled tail. Raiya followed the forms under the snow up the mountain with her gaze as she put the shapes together. the top half of the mountain rose from the ground, and that's when Raiya saw it. It wasn't a mountain at all...

They were sledding down a massive, mountain sized Dragon. The two black towers at the top rose from the ground, along with the rest of the Dragon's head. They had been his horns, Raiya realized, as it began to roar.

The wolf's scream was drowned out by the sound.


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