Thread: Blood Moon Pack RP (NTI and BurningWillows)

Terra had been off in her own little world while sharpening her knife, with each grinding pass of the blade she had short but vivid memories of sitting around a camp fire during one of the many night raids. Her Hell Hound unit around her as they joked and teased one another about being slow or getting sloppy. She'd always been sharpening a blade but she was able to smile more back then because she was around like minded warriors who all fought and bled for the pack. The same pack that was putting a leash on them. Her trust in Alex was the only thing stopping her from going rogue and abandoning the pack. Two of her old unit members had already broken ties with Alex because of his decision to remove the Hell Hounds from the front lines and make them more civilized. Hell Hounds had been bred for war, taking them out of it was like stripping them of their birth rights. It angered a lot and made more feel betrayed, betrayed and vengeful. So many Hell Hound brothers and sisters had died protecting the pack and Alex from outside forces and now those memories were being spit on. Stopping the stroke of the blade mid sweep she heard a splash and turned her head in the direction of the sound. Looking out to the pool she spotted Katerina swimming and watched her for a few moments. Yes she was a beautiful female, breath taking actually, but she was also the one who was trying to help dull her fangs and make her more docile and domesticated. Rolling her eyes she turned around after the female was gone and walked out of her home. Keeping the knife in hand she walked to the garden and found the white roses. Slicing three off of their branches she sheathed the blade in her boot then carried the roses to the Hell Hound memorial. Stopping in front of the massive black marble wall she sighed as she looked at hundreds of names. Placing the roses at the base of the stone she focused on three names. Her mother, her father and her best friend. Her best friend had been a member of her unit and had joined the same day she did. Kyra had been an amazing Hell Hound. Smart, strong, loyal and a real sweet heart to be around. She was the unit healer, patching up wounds and bringing smiles to everyone's faces even when they'd had the worst of days. Reaching out Terra put her hand on Kyra's name and felt her chest tighten. Closing her eyes she was taken back to that night when Alex's council had sent them on a mission, a night raid. One of the council members had been corrupted, he'd switched sides to the rival pack and sent her unit into an ambush. Two members of her unit were seriously wounded, and as Terra was trying to drag them to safety, she'd been injured as well. Kyra went to help her and had been attacked by three Rogue Hell Hounds. She'd fought valiantly and killed two, but her wounds were deep and severe. By the time they made it back to the rallying point, she'd lost too much blood and couldn't retain her Lycan form, dying in human form of blood loss. She'd died in Terra's arms, crying about not wanting to go out like this. Kyra had always wanted to be a mother, after the wars. She wanted pups. Digging her nails into her palms the pain of her cutting her skin brought her out of the memory as she felt tears brimming her eyes. Glaring at the reflection in the marble she turned on a heel and headed back to the pool house. Alex was skating on thin ice bringing her here and she was seriously tempted to just say 'fuck it' and join her team members in the growing rogue pack.