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Talos’ Time Away – Part One “Icarus!” The voice broke harshly into the night, causing Talos to wince. Maroon eyes scanned the camp for any sign of movement, though thankfully none had awoken, including his brother. Mouth turning down into a frown, Talos reached out a paw to prod at Icarus, who mumbled in his sleep and shifted away. Huffing softly, Talos jabbed his brother in the ribs, this time more harshly. Icarus flinched, lifting his head and looking around in confusion. “Wha-?” Icarus began, but Talos pressed a paw against his mouth with a harsh ‘shh’. The two waited a few moments before s

Talos The aggression started out small. Talos was always taking his training seriously, even if he joked around. Part of it stemmed from his parents. He wanted to prove to his father that he was worth keeping around, even if it was too late for that. He wanted to make his mother proud and continue her legacy. Talos was fine for a time, staying on top of his practice and working as hard as he could. But eventually stress levels rose and the pressure was on as Talos had more time to brood over his abandonment. He missed his mother, even if he never got the chance to know her, and he found himself resenting the father who did not think he was w

 Cress One-Shot They came in the night, slipping in when the guard was down. They took everything from Cress. The rogues who killed her parents are faded from her memory, but there was no way she could forget what happened that night. Cress Novak was born into quite the rowdy litter, often fussy before bedtime and wearing her parents - whose names are lost to her - down. That night was different. Exhausted from their day of play, Cress and her siblings slipped into an easy sleep. Her parents, too, were worn down from the day. It was her father's turn to stay on watch that first part of the night. Outside of Candenta's reach, far from any pac

Calix - Beginnings His entrance to the world was humble, if slightly rushed. He was born a few days late in the comfort of a Sanatora's den, regardless of the fact that it was not of his pack. The first thing he smelled, of course, was his mother. Her milky scent was comfort, safety, while this new world was daunting. It was dark, much like the previous one had been, but this one was cold and dry and earth surrounded him so that if he were to wander too far in either direction the solid walls came up to meet him. At first everything was quiet and empty, and it was not hard for Calix to lose himself in the disconnectedness of it all. His time

Savitari One Shot When she stood in that arena across from her brother, Savitari would never have recognized him except by name. Ikrimah was not who he once was, but Savitari wasn't either, she supposed. Change had been inevitable, cursed to be born into the life she led. From a young age she had been taught to remain distant, to never allow herself such foolish things as personal attachment to what she could lose so easily. Perhaps had she led a different life she and Ikrimah would have been friends. Perhaps they would have been the type of siblings who shared everything with each other and who would sacrifice life and limb for one another.

Arabesque & Lorcan She had never meant for things to turn out the way they did. Things were innocent at first, and that was what tricked Arabesque. She had been on her own for some time, having left her birth pack. Arabesque was sore and bitter over the abandonment of her mate. If Kalei truly loved her, he would have accompanied her on her journey, especially if it was something as important as meeting her father and reuniting the family that had been torn to shreds by his absence. When she first met Lorcan, Arabesque was entranced. The vagabond held a certain wild, untamed quality about him that Arabesque loved. Before she knew what was hap