Wolf RPG

[size=x-small]would like @Malachi and @Scarlett. It will be vague of course cause the thread is still ongoing. Mostly for Scar to fix him up. Forward dated to January 24th :D[/size]

Adlartok crawled himself to the borders of the glacier. He had run and run until he couldn't run anymore. Succumbing to his injuries he had lain in a meadow for days. He was lucky that no one found him, and now here he lay at the edge of the pack he called home with bruises and wounds and green pus caking the one that was tight on his back. The wound that the female had ripped open on his back, his sinew and flesh and some of his muscle peeking out for the whole world to see. He was beyond furious, and he imagined that was the only thing keeping him going. His adrenaline pushing him to live another day, just so he could spit on the name of Malachi and tell him to take his pack and shove it.

How dare the male invite him into a pack, where he was never welcome to begin with. Because clearly she was his mate if she blatantly attacked another member? Why else could she get away with it other than that, even after he had told her he was given a home by Malachi. As far as he knew only alphas were allowed to override other alphas so she had to be another alpha. He lifted his muzzle to howl and as his song ended he crashed to the ground. Blood and pus and fur littering the ground beneath him, golden eyes spinning around as he fought to stay conscious.

Scarlett had been pacing around the border in search for Néa. Now her heat was over she could finally be more mobile. She didn't wish to carry the litter of a stranger of course even though she was dying to be a mother. This year wasn't her year to do that. Maybe other orphaned teenagers needed her. Maybe that was Scarlett's calling? Who knows. The pale female strode forward from one side of the territory to another. Her ears caught a howl that immediately didn't settle with her. The young female lunged forward and went after the howl.

It didn't take long for her nose to catch the scent of blood. Her stomach turned because she hoped it wasn't Néa. As she followed her nose she saw Adlartok. What happened? Her heart immediately cried out as she rushed forward. "Oh," she whispered as she got closer. She was a caretaker not a healer but she knew a bit. She saw the open wound and reminded herself when she took Néa to the wetlands. She had a Canadian Anemone taken from there and placed in their den! It stopped bleeding, Scarlett knew that! Oh she needed to get Ad to her den, as soon as possible. She had a stream of water to clean his wounds too and a smalls storage of food.

"Adlartok. It is me Scarlett. I'm going to help you, alright? Do you think you can stand?," she asked as she spoke with a calm voice. None of her inner distress was shown. She knew that wouldn't help the situation.

Had Artok known another was missing he would have helped find her. Immediately blaming it on the fire furred one, perhaps she had chased another out as she had with him. He was as close to staying conscious as he could be, though truthfully it was an uphill battle. Thanks to the fever that rampaged through his veins, and burned him up from the inside out.

He struggled to see who was near him, but he couldn't move. His limbs felt as if they were churning through sand and he could go no where. Golden eyes met red and he snorted in response to her Oh. He imagined he probably looked pretty badly.

As much as he wanted to say no, he couldn't tell her no. His legs windmilling he struggled to get to his feet. Once, twice he got to his knees only to fall back down. The third time he was able to stand on his shaky limbs and look at her with a hang dog expression. He sighed and dipped his muzzle to her. His words slurring in his feverish stupor...'eeeelllo mess scarrlettttt.

Scarlett watched the young wolf stumble and frowned at the sight. She felt horrible for him. What happened?! She moved forward so the young male could lean on her. She was a small wolf so that was an easy thing to do. "Great," she encouraged. "One step," she spoke. Moving him was going rather slow, what did she expect?! The young white female supported him under each step. The stream going past her den was Glacier water, that would probably be good to break the fever. Her voice kept encouraging him with each step. Once they reached somewhat close to her den she lowered him to the bank of the stream.

Scarlett rushed to her den and grabbed the Canadian Anemone. She chewed on it like Néa had told her, giving a weird taste in her mouth. The small wolf then rushed back to the younger one and placed the plant against his wound to stop the breeding. Néa also told her that all infections would be gone. She could use the little girl right now. Damn it where was she!? Scarlett nudged the young male to see if he was still conscious. Scarlett rushed back for some moss she used as bedding and held it in the cold water next to Adlartok when she returned. The sponge-y plant absorbed the water and she placed it on top of his head. Who knew she had her way with healing!

"Adlartok?," she asked softly. "Can you tell me what happened. Drink if you can, the water is right in front of you. Careful it is cold," she continued on that same tone. She was slightly worried what was going to happen.

Malachi ripped the ground with fervent speed as he tore through the underbrush, scrambling over rock and root, ignoring the sting of branches as they whipped against his face. His breath came in heavy pants, and his muscles seared from the sprint, but still the man did not slow. Adlartok's howl still rang in his ears - one of pain and distress - and this was what fuelled him forward with unrelenting speed.

The man scrambled down a river bank, one of the many that crossed their territory, and splashed into the fast flowing Glacial water. Its coolness bit his paws, but he gave the discomfort little heed. To find another way would take too long, and Malachi did not know how much time he had to spare.

Yet the water still slowed him, and impatience bit him like a wildcat. Cursing under breath, he pulled himself quicker across the slippery rocks, paying little heed to else surrounding him. But as he drew in another breath, his rambling mind stopped cold, and he inhaled again. Blood. With a sharp lurch he threw himself in sloppy bounds to the other side before turning sharply and redirecting his path further downstream.

It did not take him long to find them. He drew up with bounds and scrambled to a stop. Debris littered his sopping fur, mud caked his paws, but his attention lay only upon the horrid scene sprawled before him. His gaze fell upon Scarlett before shifting to Adlartok beneath her paws, and his eyes sparked with confusion. "What the hell happened?" Had the lynx returned? The sheer thought bolted him with unease, but Malachi could scent nothing past the pus and fluid leaking from the wounds scourged across the young boy's back.

Adlartok leaned on her heavily, as time moved on he would grow larger than her. However, for now he was able to lean against her. Though he imagined he was smearing her white coat with crimson. He found he couldn't bring forth a care in the world. He couldn't he hadn't even wanted healing, he wanted to rip into Malachi. Just rip into him, but he knew he needed to heal in order to stay alive.

It was a painstakingly slow walk back to her den. Every effort caused pain to skitter up his back and into the neck wound that he held as well. He was very lucky he had lived this long. And hopefully he would heal more under the femme's care.

The cool water felt good on his head and though the paste stung. After the initial sting the paste of whatever it was felt good. And he sighed softly, that wound would need cleaned out and it would suck.

Adlartok was about to succumb to the darkness that wanted him, when Malachi's voice cut through the fog. He opened his eyes with a snarl and lunged sluggishly at Malachi. His growls increased and he stared at the male with malice in his eyes. He spoke his words sluggish and awkward. You.....you! You told me I was ssssaaffe 'ere an' lookit dis. Yir queen the fire furred one did this and you promised! Then before he could say anything else his eyes rolled back into his head and he crumpled to the ground. Blood and pus splashing to the ground, and his eyes moving feverishly behind their lids. Deaf, Dumb, and Mute to the world.

While Scarlett fussed over the young grey Malachi arrived. The white girl looked up at their alpha. Normally she would greet him with a friendly wag but now her tail was rigid and tense. She was worried the young one wasn't going to make it. Her red eyes moved over the wounds. Scarlett needed other plants that helped against infections. Oh how she needed Néa. Her Naturalist trade only went as far for knowing the names of the plans and if they were poisonous or not. "I don't---" She was about to reply but then Adlartok started snarling.

The Gamma thought at first that the fever had taken him. Maybe he was hallucinating that he was still fighting whatever attacked him. But no. Ad's struggling words soon made clear that it was directed at Malachi. Fire... furred? Scarlett first though of real fire but then she remembered the dominant female with the red back and shoulders. Would it have been her? Her red eyes squinted. Soon her thought process was stopped since the little one collapsed. She stepped forward and nudged his head with her nose. Scarlett then grabbed the moss on top of his head and soaked it again with the cold glacier meltwater.

The fever needed to break, and the pus, well that wasn't a good sign either. For now the plant she chewed on and laid over the wound on his back would do to stop the bleeding. "Malachi... Fire furred... I met a female with that description and she wasn't-- very friendly? If I hadn't submitted myself to her I might have been attacked as well... I think," she spoke worriedly. She didn't want to say too many bad things about the female she barely knew. Maybe she had her reasons. But then Scarlett's mother instincts overruled when she saw the injured young man. "How could she attack a child!," Scarlett then growled. A strange sound for her to make. Her nose moved over the injured male, to then splash a bit of water in his face so he might rouse from his black out. If he wouldn't, Scarlett would need some help to get him safely in her den. And if that wouldn't work she would sit next to him all night. Scarlett was determined to save the youngster.

He moved to approach, wanting to inspect the wound and pick apart the lingering scents beyond the pungent stench of pus. But the Alpha took no more than two steps toward Adlartok before the boy moved to cover the distance between them himself. Malachi felt his fur bristle and he hustled back to avoid the child's fangs, Adlartok's intent to harm clear despite his inhibition.

"You... you!" Like Scarlett, his first thought was the fever: Adlartok was mistaking him for someone else. But as the boy continued in his half-conscious drawl, it became clear to Malachi the child knew just who he was talking about - and the man felt his blood run cold when he realized he knew, too.

He never got a name, but Malachi did not need one. There were only two wolves here with fur as red as fire, and only one who could be called a queen.

Tuwawi.

Her name made his thoughts crash to a numbing halt. In his periphery he caught the silver blur of Adlartok crashing to the ground, the movement of white against the canvas of the forest that signaled Scarlett's advance, but Malachi stood frozen, stricken by denial and confusion deeper than anything he'd felt since he'd found his brother dead at the base of the cliff. It was Scarlett's voice that broke his trance, and suddenly the world crashed around him with colors and noise more vibrant than anything he'd ever known.

His ears twitched to catch her words, but they only served to deepen the pit of ice that had begun to grow within. "She wouldn't." He rasped, but he didn't need to turn his eyes to Adlartok's crumpled form to hear the child's blood crying from the ground. Unable to think beyond his disbelief, Malachi turned to face Scarlett, who attended feverishly to the lacerated child. Tuwawi wouldn't have done this. His eyes took in what he could see beneath the dressing, exposed muscle and wounds deep enough to kill. His stomach tightened, the gentle touch of her snout against his neck lingering still. She couldn't have. "Stay with Adlartok. Keep his fever down, and keep him protected. I'll find Tuwawi." The man turned his face to the center of the Glacial pack, toward its frozen heart, where he would begin his search for the fire-kissed queen. Concern lit his face, uncertainty his heart. He didn't know what he would do, but still he uttered his parting words: "She'll listen to me."

Adlartok was beyond the plain of consciousness now. He was unable to know what was going around him, or what was being done to him. So far gone inside himself, that it was as if he was already gone. Had he heard the alpha speak, he probably would have laughed. There was no talking to the female who had attacked him. He didn't even know her name. All he knew was that she had to be Malachi's queen and her betrayal signaled Malachi's and the child would not bow before a leader who did not honor his word. However, this was all lost as he lay inbetween life and death and simply waited for the outcome.

Scarlett looked at Malachi under a strict gaze. It almost seemed like the world came crashing down on him in the moment of realization. The albino female was not impressed. She didn't agree with him at all. Her mind was called out all sorts of bad things. Yet she kept it all in. She would not talk bad about someone she didn't know personally like Malachi obviously did. Scarlett decided to be strong and not talk someone down. But it was so hard. Especially seeing the injured young man at her feet. She lowly licked over her own muzzle and then nodded towards the alpha.

"Of course I am staying. I am not leaving him. I would never forgive myself," she returned. The albino moved her muzzle down and started licking over the wounds on Adlartok's muzzle. She still had the weird taste of the Canadian Anemone on her tongue so that would work for now. The female put all her effort into cleaning each wound scattering over the young man's body. She really had to use all her strength to stay calm of mind. Eventually the repetitive work of licking eased her. She even licked all the puss away, along with the blood. She made sure to rinse her own mouth and chew on the bits left over from the plant every few minutes.

The bleeding on the big wound was slowly stopping thanks to the plant usage, but she had the feeling it would open up as soon as the young man moved or was moved. Scarlett risked it anyways, and gently pushed the wolf a bit more on the bank only half a meter away from the water. At least the youngster was on dry grounds now. Once more she grabbed the moss and soaked it to then replace it on his forehead for his fever. Scarlett then lowered herself, making a soft pillow from her own body for Adlartok to lay against. Her movements so slow and gentle. Hopefully her body head would keep the child warm. A soft sigh came from her before she started licking over the top of his head in a soothing way.