Beneath The Stains Of Time | Open

[Shanto]

My empire of dirt,

'I hurt myself today. To see if I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real. The needle tears a hole; the old familiar sting, try to kill it all away. But I remember everything. What have I become, my sweetest friend? Everyone I know goes away in the end. You could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down, I will make you hurt.

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I will let you down,

If you said Brock was weak, you would be partially right. Pain ripped through his wings; flooding his brain with broken thoughts with need of repair. He was not the wolf he had once been, he was tougher and more powerful, but he was being driven crazy by this newer life. Now there would be pups to protect, a pack too, all from the rouges. Southern had taken allies with Thor, but now he was gone. Surely dead.

The alpha male trained himself, trying to teach himself to fly better without the heavily pregnant Ayria to help him. It was harder than he could ever expect though; his wings ached with effort to stay up. When he finally dropped he let out a sigh of relief and satisfaction. Brock's appearance was still that of a handsome male; but his muzzle bared scars of leading a pack through some tough times. His legs were more muscled and his fur more ruffled now than before.

Ayria was young still, only showing the marks of a pregnancy. His only efforts were truly made for her, trying to keep their unborn pups still healthy inside her. What if they died? He shook the thoughts from his mind. Rain slowly started to pitter patter down on the ground beneath his feet. From here Brock could see for what seemed like forever; he pricked his ears to the call of a coyote and then layed them back, bracing himself and letting out a powerful howl. The coyote quieted, and then stopped its calls.

I will make you hurt.

[Sandtiger]

Illyrian was deep in thought, her head comically up in the air, staring at the sky, her golden eyes bright and as full of life as the new spring. It had been a tough winter, but Illyrian felt as young as ever (As she was, though she know not.) and was a bright, happy wolf. The clownish wolf was delighted to find out that her pack had wolves with wings, just like her! Both Brock and Ayria had wings, an d it was very wonderful! She would love to have had time to fly with her Alpha and Alphess, but Ayria was pregnant and had that to deal with and Brock was strained as well, being Alpha. So as the winged ball of delight traversed the geyser field, the last thing she thought she would see was Brock, struggling at something. She snapped out of thought and her widened golden eyes took on a familiar 'YAYYAYAYAYAY! I SEE MAH ALPHA' look. Barking excitedly in a dog-like fashion, she dashed with natural speed that was apart of her mutation as a Uuma towards her friend. She squealed as she watched him drop down in relief from learning to fly and scream, -"HI BROCKIE, Its ME!" MY FRIEND NEEDZ HELP NOWZ! Hyperactive one could call her, spazzy another would call her and ADHD another would call her. Any worked. As her sensitive ears and nose and eyes took in more of her surroundings, she suddenly switched from delight to remorse for her unrespectfulness in barging in. She hung her head in shame and her white wispy coat, streaked with blue and green hung in crazy disarray. "Sorry...," - She muttered, watching the powerful winged male. She actually wanted to help him learn to fly, but how could she do that without permission? Her whole attention was focused on serving and helping others, to some extent, deep down. It seemed as though the temperature around the Weather-manipulating wolf dropped down dramatically, reminding anyone around her of the past, chilly winter. The she wolf looked as though she thought she had caused her alpha's exhaustion. Why did I do that! He looks exhausted and BOOM! I did HI! attack! Lyrics: N/A Notes: N/A OOC: N/A

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