Thread: Mod's Please Delete This Thread.

RE A Pack Of Our Own LDelgado1986, Deathmonkey1484, Lilmintz, LoveRaiden Reyson sat at the window and was slowly growing more concerned with no response to his call. He jumped up on his hind legs and propped himself against the window, careful not to go through it. Looking around the room appeared normal, slightly messier, but nothing that wasnt to be expected. Suddenly his keen eyes picked up something he didnt want to see. There was a small puddle of drying blood on the floor. Suddenly a sharp pain shot through Reysons body. His friend was in trouble or worse He couldnt take it any longer. He needed to find out what happened to Dante. He backed off the wall and took a few steps back, and with a powerful push from the ground, pounced through the glass and landing on the floor, claws dragging him to a stop. He started to smell the room, hoping to pick up the smell of the attackers or anything but there had been enough time pass that most of the odors had been to mixed and diluted by the normal smell of the room. Instead, Reyson buried his nose in the blood, taking in as much of the smell as possible. When he had finally taken in as much of the smell he closed his eyes and let his nose lead him. Luckily there was a small trail of blood that was emanating Dantes smell. His eyes opened with a fire burning throughout every muscle in his body. Soon he was off, running not caring who say him, or where he was going. The forest flew by in a blur of green and brown and Reyson had to catch himself from falling into ditches or trees. He could tell they were approaching the edge of their territory, the area of their enemies territory and his pain seemed to increase. If the attackers hadnt killed him, surely the other wolves would have. He pushed himself harder, breath starting to get ragged as he heard the crunch of foliage beneath him. Suddenly the smell had gotten stronger and a twinge of hope filled Reysons heart. Soon he was in a clearing when he saw a lump of body lying on the ground, covered in silver chains, and bruised and beaten. Reyson swallowed a lump in his throat as he noticed the silver, the one weakness that seemed to be a common use. He didnt care that he had no clothes on him, or that he was in enemy territory. He let his body relax as best as he could and felt his muscles seem to shrink. Soon he was standing pale in the moonlight, nude for any to see. Reyson took a long breath before he dove hands first at the silver. As soon as his flesh touched the chains he could feel them burning. He didnt care, and fought through the pain as he slowly pulled the chains, one by one, off of his friend. Soon they were spread around the area, thrown wildly around. His breath was short as he fought the pain in his hands, blisters and cuts making the sting with every movement. Soon he was able to pull Dante up onto his lap, trying to shake him awake. Come on whitey, you cant die now. We have a whole lot of trouble to cause. I need you to be here to make sure I dont do anything stupid. Come on bud, stay with me. Tears starting to swell up in Reysons eyes as the realization of losing someone hit him. Suddenly he felt something, he could feel Dantes chest rising and falling from breath. A suddenly a warm feeling filled his heart. There was a chance, they would just need to find somewhere to go.