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[duma]

Stories and warnings. Death and worry. That's all that was really known to him about this place. An area in his pack land that he didn't know much about. That angered Duma. How could he not know? He wanted to learn about everything including this area. The thought of learning more. Gaining some valuable knowledge enticed him. It made the male forget all about the warnings. He didn't care if wolves have disappeared from this land. They just were not careful. He would be. He would take all the precaution needed to survive for awhile in this desolate marsh and learn about the vegetation and species that lived in this ecosystem. It would be a fun little adventure. He loved going out and learning like this. Even if it could threaten his life. That just made it more interesting.

There wasn't much to the land though. He entered when the sun was reaching it's peak but he couldn't see the sun anymore. That didn't matter he knew he was only in here for a little, maybe an hour or so. And so far he could only see dense trees and vines along with mostly reptilian or amphibious species, along with a few avians of course but that was it so far. The types of reptiles he could see along with amphibians were small. Lizards, toads, snakes that size. but he was only on land. If he could find some murky water he betted on finding a crock or alligator. He didn't want to have to fight one but if he could find one he would study it. That was pretty much it. That's what his day would contain. Studying.

he soon found what he was looking for. A nice, murky water source. It was nice and large. Good flow but you couldn't tell how deep it was. It could be a few inches to a couple meters. He didn't expect it to be really deep but you never know. That's why he decided to test his luck and jump straight into the middle of the river. the splash was loud enough for any predator to hear but he didn't care much about that. He would get to study them before darting off. He looked at his muddy white pelt and laughed. He looked like crap and loved it. It was a nice earthy look to him. It hid him too. The white pelt was a little too bright for a marsh now he looked like he belonged there.

He began wading through the water. His speed was slow but it gave him time to thoroughly check his surroundings. All just trees and more trees. "Such a lovely view" He chuckled slightly. He had to joke around to keep his spirit up. This place was down right creepy so a joke or two might liven up things. He dove into the water for a second. When he came up mostly all of his white fur was covered in mud. 'perfect' He wouldn't be seen so easily now. He tried to speed up but didn't get too far. The water was really bad. He looked over to the bank and headed for it but was stopped by a snake. He killed it before it could bite him and brought it with him to shore.

He sat down after walking away from the bank. He was still close to the water. Using his claws he gently cut the snake open to examine it's organs. "Oh my little friend you are a great specimen." he looked in the snake until he found the heart and cut all below it off. That was what he ate but he kept the heart, lungs and the brain. Those were to be buried and that's what he did. He didn't know why but he always did this after examining some animal. It just made him feel good to do so. That was the only reasoning he needed. He rolled onto his back and looked up. "Now what should I do? Not much here but I don't feel like leaving just yet." He smiled.

He stayed in this position for long period of time. It was all he really wanted to do. Just sit down and relax. Hopefully a predator wouldn't find him like this. It could turn out bad and explaining the reason of his death was him laying on his back would be an awkward yet funny conversation. He turned his head left to right. Still nothing. He sighed. "well this turned really fun really fast." He closed his eyes and listened to everything around him. It was quiet but the sound of a frog or some buzzing insects entered his head now and again.

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[Paint]

Oberon had his task in mind. Bandit had sent him running over the Stars land with the hopes that he would find other pack members who hadn't heard their desperate howls. He prayed that there was someone snoozing deeply, or anyone wandering too far out of the way. He ran and ignored the throb in his paws, determined with his task and feeling alive with his mission.

This mission brought him to the Marshlands. It wasn't one of his favourite places, but he knew that it did attract others. It was a fairly interesting place when he thought about it, but as his feet began to sink into the silt he remembered why he wasn't such a fan. He sniffed around, attempting to get past the pungent aromas masking the pack smell. Caden's territorial scents were fading, and it angered him. He would have to ask Bandit to run the perimeter to avoid any confusion with loners.

Finally the bronze wolf came to a halt, wondering whether he should go further. He decided to listen, swivelling his multitoned brown ears forwards and focusing his attention. The sounds of the Marshlands reached him bit by bit, and then he thought he heard the sound of a splash. Curiosity drove him fowards until he found a wolf he hadn't met before. He smelt of Stars, so Oberon paused and watched him from afar as he dunked himself beneath the water. Oberon was perplexed, but after a moment remembered why he was here.

"Hello," he called out, stepping forwards only slightly. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Oberon."

He paused a moment to wait for the other wolf's name.

"There's trouble in the pack," he hastily added.

OOC. Sorry for such a rubbish post! I'm really tired haha (:

[duma]

He loved the quiet nature of this land. Only small insects made much noise. Well that was until he was intruded upon. He didn't make much of an effort to pay attention to this new face. He kind of hoped to ignore the wolf to the point to where he got it and left him alone. He felt bad however about just ignoring the wolf so he sighed and flipped around and got up. He looked at his pelt and laughed. "Well I look really bad now. Oh well." He rolled his eyes at himself. He liked to talk to himself. It was something to do in the pass time of being alone. It also classified him as insane in most eyes. A wolf that answers his own questions. How much weirder can it get?

He listened to the name of the new face, a male to be exact and not a bad looking one either. He didn't want to scare the wolf away though by making a comment or anything. Questions would then fly and it would turn to an awkward moment for the wolf. He was used to it though. He hits on them and gets awkward replies. It could actually be really funny. Listening to a male try not to laugh or make a nice reply then sit in silence and usually run away, never to be seen much again. Would he do that to the new wolf? That was a dumb question. Of course he would! It's always is worth messing with another. It was fun and he could live the rest of his life doing nothing but that.

He smiled warmly. "Hello Oberon I'm Duma. It's an Honor to meet you." He did a little polite bow. He was honest in his words. He liked being courteous. It was a great way to make a good first impression of a wolf. Instead of showing strength which most wolves did he showed something nice. It made him feel somewhat Good about himself, though it wouldn't last long. He never could keep a good look on such an horrible figure. He hated himself plain and simple. Again it was found funny to the wolf. He would always hate how he acted or looked and it would make him improve. You can't complain about that much. It was a good thing to improve. "I'm glad a body like yours showed up." He had a smile as he looked up and down the wolf's figure.

Trouble in the pack now. well that's interesting. He would love to watch how this would turn out. He like learning about what was going on an intervene at all times. It made life more fun. "Interesting I would like to know everything about that. Will you inform me?"

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Oberon felt a little irritated by Duma's lack of reply, but let the slight irritation fizzle out as the white (well, rather muddy white) wolf responded to him. He was actually incredibly polite, although Oberon couldn't help feeling as if he was putting it on a bit. Trying too hard. Oberon raised a bronze brow at his first few words, wondering what on earth he meant. He'd never been complimented by a male like that before. He decided to ignore it for now- he had more important business to attend to.

"Caden has been kidnapped by the Falling Moons," Oberon found it difficult to believe the words escaping his muzzle, although he knew them to be true. He hoped that Duma would believe him. Oberon was a smooth liar when he wanted to be, but he would never lie about something as serious as this. "Bandit is rounding everyone up. We need to discuss how to get our Alpha back."

For some reason Oberon wasn't sure if Duma would want to help. His ears pulled back a little at the thought, although he kept his face as expressionless as possible. Duma looked as if he could fight, which was a relief, because they'd certainly need some more brute strength on their sides if they came to blows with the Moons wolves. Having never seen Duma before, and knowing nothing of him, Oberon wondered if he would be one of those wolves that the Stars happily accepted but who didn't care much for the pack. In Oberon's opinion, they shouldn't accept wolves who didn't have pack spirit, but that was only his opinion. He wasn't running the place, so he kept his muzzle tightly shut.

[duma]

'How rude he ignored my flirting oh well' He was a little agitated that but he couldn't't be too mad. That wolf must of never met a f*g before. That was a little funny to think about. Maybe when he learned he was actually being serious in his comments he would freak. That would be a funny site to see. A wolf going crazy because he was complimented by a wolf that wouldn't mind letting a male mount him. What would the wolf end up saying? Would he be flattered or confused or maybe angry. He face that one before. Maybe it would be a whirl of emotions and a coming out stage or something. You could never really guess with these creatures.

Now what the wolf said next ruined his rather happy mood. Caden was kidnapped. He couldn't believe it but he knew a wolf would never joke about something so serious. He just couldn't believe what he just heard. His first instinct told him to turn around and run to Falling Moons and break every one of them. Dissect each warrior in front of his family and children and burn the whole territory down. He knew that wouldn't be the best thing cause it could affect the pack and he didn't want that to happen and the children were innocent so he couldn't do anything to them. It would be interesting to see how this was dealt with. He would put his own plans in action along with the other wolves. Their intelligence should defeat the enemies.

He looked at the wolf. "Well than I should stop flirting with you and tell you to lead the way. I should be able to help with my intellect and fighting ability. Not to be arrogant but I can hold my own with most fights." He was already slightly tensing up. He wanted to fight these wolves now and make them pay. 'Ah Caden your the only wolf that I would gladly kill and dissect for.' He looked at the wolf. "So What's the plan so far so I can figure out an added benefit before we get there?" He wanted to be sure he could add something that would make this much easier. He wanted to make this almost simple so no one would get hurt. Except him and his enemies of course

[Paint]

Oberon's ears flicked forwards curiously at Duma's comment. Flirting with him? How peculiar. Oberon had never before encountered a gay wolf. He waited a moment, studying the other wolf's expression as the rest of his words followed the statement, but concluded that he must have been being serious. To each their own, Oberon thought with a shrug.

"Yes, I wouldn't really consider flirting of the utmost importance right now. But thank you for the compliment," Oberon said, his voice honest, hoping to appease any tension in the air. Then he immediately became business-minded again. He could see the same lust for danger in Duma that Oberon had felt since finding out about this whole sorry business. A chance to prove themselves to Caden. But he also knew that bloodlust would need to be quelled until Bandit gave the go-ahead.

"Nice to hear we've got another warrior on our hands," Oberon nodded approvingly. "Personally I want to rampage their borders, mow down anyone in our way and take Caden back by force. But we can't do that yet. What we need to do is speak with Bandit, the Beta. I don't know if you've met her yet. Currently she's in charge. She's organising the whole operation."