Redhawk Caldera start over
All Welcome  January 13, 2021, 05:27 AM
Charles
Firefly Glen
Omega
After witnessing his best friend and the object of his pervert adoration ripped apart by the bear at the Glen, Charles ran and ran and ran and ran. He ran so much that he didn't notice crossing the borders to another pack as the land started to slope up towards some sort of weird-ass half-mountain.

It was as if he was completely off his crackers. Charles' mind couldn't comprehend what he had just seen. The raw power of the violence before him, unlike anything he had ever seen, was mind-blowing, even if it hadn't been wolves important to him. The others who had been there he hadn't known, but they were likely lost anyway. He didn't feel bad for turning around and running. That was the only sane thing anyone could've done!

The coywolf ran and ran and ran — he was good at it, fast, good at running away from his problems — until the scent of wolf suddenly pierced his nostrils. Oh fuck! he shouted as he, distracted by the scents of wolf in his nostrils, tripped over a few loose rocks at that very moment and fell flat on his face halfway up the Caldera.
January 13, 2021, 03:15 PM
Bronco
Firefly Glen
Gamma
While he wouldn't dare try and manage the Caldera's slope, he felt comfortable enough at least wandering along the rim of the crater, where he had a clear view of the slope and the territories that surrounded the claimed territory. He'd begun to find it difficult to stay cooped up in the den, and taking short walks had helped to ease some of the pain he felt in the wake of losing both Desdemona and Toad. Meerkat had already left two days ago to return to the Glen, and he found himself wondering how the rest of the pack was coping. 

He paused, though, gazing down the slope to see a familiar figure charging toward the borders, only to amble past them and begin making his way up the Caldera's edge. Bronco could've easily been mistaken for a tawny boulder of the Caldera's rim, and he wasn't about to go and greet Charles halfway even though he wondered if Charles was aware he'd run right into their territory. Their packs were allies- but he wasn't sure how many wolves Charles knew at the Caldera, or if they'd assume he was a stranger. 

He only made it part of the way up before he took quite a tumble, cursing loudly enough for the surprise in his voice to catch Bronco's ears. He chuckled softly. "Charles!" He called out. He'd wait a moment, wanting to make sure his packmate wasn't too badly injured from his faceplant. If he didn't shake himself free of the snow or reply, he'd have to call for someone else to go and investigate; his shoulder was still a bit too sore to manage that slope.
January 15, 2021, 10:32 AM
Charles
Firefly Glen
Omega
Charles didn't even stop to think that his shout might attract the attention of aforementioned wolves. When he heard someone approach he fully expected them to be coming at him with teeth parted and Charles threw himself to the ground, eyes tightly shut. Only when he heard Bronco's familiar voice did he open his eyes and blink. .. Bronco?! he brought out in dazed confusion. The fact that Bronco was here only further proved that the world was going crazy and fueled his confusion. Why was he here, at Some Pack Near Firefly Glen?

What are you doing here? Charles brought out eventually, his eyes manic and wide and he panted. The exhaustion from running all the way here was only now starting to get to him. He remained on the ground, though lifted his head to look at his friend. He remembered the fleeting thought of Bronco and his other two friends in Firefly Glen as he ran; he remembered thinking that they wouldn't miss him, anyway. It was surreal for a multitude of reasons to run into Bronco, someone he'd never expected to see again when he chose to run, now.
January 15, 2021, 02:23 PM
Bronco
Firefly Glen
Gamma
Charles bore several physical markers that expressed just how much stress he was under. On a normal day, the coyote-ish male had a toothy grin and one heck of a side-eye but today, he was panting from exhaustion, but Bronco was certain his short breaths were stress-related as well. The whites of his eyes showed, which was not normal for Charles. Not that he'd ever come across as being a super cool, composed and calm kind of guy- but this...This was something else. He looked like he'd been running from something scary. 

Maybe it was the way he escpaed from grief, and Bronco sighed. No doubt, the Glen wolves were hit hard from the loss of both Toad and Desdemona. No other news had reached them yet, so aside from Meerkat, this was the first packmate Bronco had seen since the turn of the new year. "I came to visit family a couple weeks ago, and," He said, tilting his head forward so that Charles could potentially see the slowly scabbing wounds across his scalp. "Got in a catfight." He thought Niamh had relayed the message that he'd be delayed...Did the Fireflies think he'd abandoned them? This wouldn't go over well- he'd have to find Osiris and explain everything. 

"I can't manage the slope. Come on up and take a break up here with me- you're safe." He called, figuring that he could at least put Charles' worries about trespassing to rest.
January 19, 2021, 05:56 AM
Charles
Firefly Glen
Omega
Bronco said he had come to visit family, which surprised Charles. He was taken aback completely by the fact that Bronco was here at all. It didn't help that he was under a wallop of both mental and physical stress; it was hard to think clear. And where he had expected to be torn apart, instead he ran into one of his few friends from the pack he had just fled from. It made him wary to think about returning to Firefly Glen. He didn't want to return there. He wanted to stay away forever so he didn't have to think about what he'd just seen. He wanted to cry and hide in someone's shoulder, but the only wolf who'd ever taken that place in his life was Leta. There was no one left now.

Bronco did have a few wounds that Charles didn't notice before, but saw now that they were shown more clearly and pointed out. A cat? Charles' eyes widened in surprise. Bronco suggested Charles come up to take a break here -- where was this? was this Bronco's family's pack? -- and the coywolf nodded feebly. Y-yeah, okay, he agreed after a short break where he tried to process all of the information in his already overexerted mind.
January 19, 2021, 02:24 PM
Bronco
Firefly Glen
Gamma
There was something different about Charles, though all Bronco could assume was that perhaps he'd been in the area when the bear had attacked, and perhaps he'd seen Desdemona and Toad...He looked fit enough, and didn't look as though he'd been a part of a fight, but that didn't surprise him. Charles wasn't exactly built to be a warrior, and he wasn't entirely certain Charles had the attitude to join in a fight against a bear anyway. Osiris had placed Charles in the omega rank which might have actually excused Charles from even needing to take part. He wondered if his packmate had been sent to deliver news. 

"I heard," He said, "About Desdemona and Toad...Hydra sent Meerkat to tell us here," He said. It was the only news he'd heard from the Fireflies, but it was grave enough as it was. It pained him to admit out loud that such a thing had even happened, to two of his friends. But Charles- he looked somewhat...Shell-shocked. Bronco lowered his head and squinted a bit. "Charles...You alright?"
January 20, 2021, 03:14 AM
Charles
Firefly Glen
Omega
The thing was, Charles wasn't alright. He'd never experienced anything like this before. All of his troubles — the weird gay dreams about Osiris, his low rank in the pack, his fear of getting ditched by Leta, the scuffle with his stupid brother — they all seemed pretty small and insignificant now. It was as if he was all the way up in the sky, seeing the grand scheme of things were those things were so much smaller than he thought. It was unimaginable how he had ever even considered those things worries at all. Compared to what he had seen, it was nothing. Everything was nothing. And he was nothing, too; nothing but a puny speck in a cruel world.

The thing was, Charles wasn't very good at feelings. He hadn't ever shared his innermost feelings to anyone, and he wasn't so sure he could do so now. There were a few options. Pretend everything was cool and tell the news as if it was just a small bump in the road, even though this was mind-shatteringly destructive for Charles. Try to tell Bronco what he'd seen but risk losing himself completely in whatever flood wave of feelings might follow. Or...

I... Charles swallowed thickly as his breathing steadied somewhat. Bronco had heard about Desdemona and Toad, yes, but what about Osiris and Leta? The bear, it... He was really trying, but it was hard to get it out of his throat. How could he ever say out loud what had happened? How could he ever say that Osiris and Leta had been brutally murdered? If he said that, it meant that... It meant admitting to himself that it had really happened.
Yesterday, 07:11 PM
Bronco
Firefly Glen
Gamma
At the first faltering interjection of Charles' voice, Bronco felt the corners of his own lips pulling down, tightening, prepared to fight against an ugly, sad grimace. Charles was most definitely not alright, and Bronco didn't really feel familiar enough with his packmate to move forward and see if he wanted a shoulder to lean on, or if he wanted to talk things out. Different wolves accepted support differently- and he had no idea what he could do for Charles, who looked as though he was on the very edge of falling apart. Something about the distant look in his eyes told Bronco that he was trying very hard to figure out on his own, exactly what he had to say. 

So Bronco nodded, and sighed. This was obviously pretty hard on him. When he mentioned the bear, Bronco squinted a bit; from what he could gauge from his tone, he assumed Charles had been there- and that perhaps he had witnessed his packmates being killed by the bear. Bronco knew none of the details- the horrible gore and shred of flesh- but he knew the grief of losing his close friends. "You saw?" He asked. Given the fact that Charles wasn't torn to shreds himself, he assumed that he- like Meerkat- had avoided participating in the battle, and he didn't begrudge either of them for it. Wolves untrained in the methods of battle would often become more of a liability, in a fight, than a help. "It's OK, Charles, if you're not alright. I wasn't there and I'm not alright about it, either." He confessed, hoping to quell whatever fears Charles might have had, about what he'd seen and been through.