-All they could do was wait...-

[Wonder]

[glow=steelblue,3,300]-Wonder lay silently beside the magical floating fountain he’d created in the den earlier; his warm grey eyes slightly dazed as he watched the battle slowly progress in the central fire. He sighed. The cave was now silent, as the chaos had seized and many of the wolves had finally settled to get some rest.

He wasn’t sure how much time had past. A few hours? Half a day? More maybe. It was still bright outside, the sun high over the mountain peak. He could see it from the transparent walls he’d set up around the cave exits. It almost seemed like any other day. It wasn’t…-[/glow]

[glow=beige,3,300]-Honor paced warily around the old den; the feel of being a father still new to him. [Yes, the pups would technically be two or three weeks old, but since the hiatus in RP we’re still on the second battle, so we’ll just catch up to their normal ages once the war is over and b4 we start the final showdown…] His dusky chestnut eyes flickered to Rhia and the pups very few moments, and a smile fought its way to his maw. But the itch in his mind that a war was going on right under their noses, and they had no way of knowing what was going on, was all too apparent. He sighed, turned, and continued patrolling the cave. Walking was better then sitting still and letting the silence sink in…-[/glow]

[glow=gainsboro,3,300]-The grey and black beta son sat laziehly beside his younger siblings. Ever so often, his eyes would scan the 5 young ones, making sure they were all accounted for. He’d had a hell of a time trying to round them up before. Now, they were all sound asleep. He smiled.

Spirit shifted slightly, his blood flow having been slowed due to him sitting for hours upon end. He looked, his dark eyes wandering the cave trying to locate Tweak. He was glad he’d gotten her to stay here, instead of going out into the fight. He didn’t have it left in him to worry about yet another ‘family member...’-[/glow]

[glow=brown,3,300]~Sage yawned, fighting to keep her eyes open. She had been gloo’ed to the central fire, watching the images of the war project before her. Every detail, she had to remember it all. Every move, she had to imprint it in her brain. Every mistake, she had to learn from it. Her heart beat slowly and steadily in her mind, and she sighed, looking away from the fire only for a moment. A moment to look at her mother’s pack. To make sure everything was reasonably alrite. And so it seemed, so she returned to watching the outside world’s events. The ones that were far from alrite…~[/glow]

[glow=chocolate,4,300]~Grace yawned as she opened her eyes and looked to a sleeping Bri. He’d still yet to say a word, and her soul was aching at seeing his huddled form in the corner. Deletico had told her he’d have to go out into the war. She didn’t kno if he had or hadn’t. She was too broken to think much of it. She had simply nodded, understanding, and returned to bidding her young son to tell her he was alrite. And she was still waiting to hear it, although deep inside the truth had already dawned on her. She refused to believe…~[/glow]

(Short, simple, to the point. Those mega posts were really starting to bug me, y'kno? :-))

[Moonlite Majesty]

~*smiles slightly and wonders who the others where...*~

[Lunar]

[glow=deeppink,2,300]-she watched the mirror that was the action of the feild and buried her face in her hands...Just in tyme to miss Ani's depature to follow her sister...and to follow Jateen for that matter. She hated war..Fighting, she was a peacemaker. She was the type that would have been left with the children. Left to guard the group of youngsters that would carry on even if the elders died. That was part of the reason she just lay there crying. The other part was that emotions had been building within her for weeks, mixed emotions about everything, and the change in seeing her sister again. The reunion had been a happy one, but there was a rift between them. Jateen had changed so much...She'd fallen in love, choosen someone to be with forever..Only forever had turned out to be only two summers..And then he'd departed, Rianna was unsure how to feel towards him. She felt remorse, that he would leave her sister..And now her sister wouldn't even glance in the direction of a single male centaur..Still mourning the loss of her mate. Then she felt guilty for the spite she was feeling for someone who was dead. She'd visited the gravestone that Lunar had erected, on of the many in the graveyard. Her sister had given her pictures, clear memories of happy times long past.

Then there was the loss they were both dealing with. That of their mother, father, their clan. Rianna had felt lyke she just wasn't good enough..Happy times had been long past, and she could give Jateen only cloudy pictures of their family after her depature. The memories of happy times were foggy for her, too foggy to even be able to relay a distinct picture of their parents. Only able to give her sister what they looked lyke after. When the famine had hit, when their once shiny coats were left spotted with dust, their ribs showing. Their hair dull, almost all will to live gone. She was unable to ever forget this. The picture of her once proud parents falling to pieces before her eyes. Always giving her the little food they could find. Her or one of their clan..Only eating enough to sustain themselves..Something she felt guilt over even many months after..- [/glow]

[glow=purple,2,300]-Amtul looks at the fire pit unseeing...Feeling its warmth upon her face. Knowing her tyme would come..But not yet, no it was too soon yet. She fed off the others emotions, reading them to draw her own conclusions on the war. Stealing memories that were being collected to form a partial picture for herself. Allowing herself for once, to become totally detatched. Once she'd done this her spirit..The spirit which was not blinded...One that could truly see traveled out of the cave and down to the bloody beaches. She took in the sights, but felt no emotion. Her consious had been left behind. She looked at the pile of dead, and felt no pain..no grief. No remorse. Nothing. Even after when she returned she still felt nothing. Believing that her eyesight was truly failing her then. That the number dead was impossible. That the red stained beaches were something out of a 'fairy tale' . A horror story adults would tell their pups to scare them, exagerated detail to attempt to prevent future wars, or to encourage them.[/glow]

[Tweak]

((i'm sneakin comp. time...can only post to one char))

-=Tawaekeial had her nose against the stony ground, sniffing the rock dust boredly. With a half yawn she began to move back near the wall and sit, but was interrupted by a massive sneeze from the stirring of the dust. almost flying back against the wall she whined lowly to herself and lay down, looking about the cave. she spied Spirit and her head rose, tongue lolling in that friendly, merry manner of always. her curled tail wagged and a bark/yip escaped her impish muzzle, alerting him to her location=-

((awwwwr...family member, did u say? -tweak fills loved-))

[GoldenWind]

[glow=silver,2,300]-GW lay on the ground her golden orbs transfixed on the fire on which the battle was being shown. She could barely bring herself to believe that before she was out there in the first battle doing the best she could, yet now she flinched each time she saw a creature, good or bad fall down dead. It was like being the on the battlefield was a whole different story. Not being able to watch anymore she turned her body away from the fire and tried to fall back asleep.-[/glow]

[MM]

~*watches all others... sighs feeling lonely...*~