Weak (tagged)

[Boomer]

Li

Groaning and grumbling, The Beta finished his lap of patrolling the border and decided to head back to his den for a much needed break. The large beta lazily makes his way back, passing along the river as the usual autumn breeze brushes through his thick coat. A couple of minutes would pass, and the wind blew a scent towards the male, a scent that was putrid. He flares his nose, and groans, the scent carried the smell of blood as well, yet the smell wasn't of a rotting scent, no it reeked of a dirty wolf. Fantastic, on his way to his den no less.

As he walks forward he spots on the ground droplets of blood that made a trail. He squints his eyes, and shakes his head, no, he wasn't going to inspect anything, not today. He makes his way to the edge before the river and sits there. Hopefully the dirty wolf would go away soon and the beta could return to his den. The male looks forward at the river and sits without a care in the world. He simply sits and tries to be patient with waiting, he made sure he was aware of his surroundings however, and made sure not to drift too deeply in his thoughts.


Arizona - Devon

[Arizona]

Devon;

Escape, that word was the only thing in Devon's mind as he runs and tries to escape the pack, however no matter how long it's been Devon would be running in circles, as if there was no escaping Midnight Silence.

What was he thinking, joining a pack to begin with. It wasn't the right call, and it certainly wasn't for him. Maybe he is thinking it out of spite that he got to be a servant, even if it was temporary until he proved himself worthy, he didn't deserve such a low ranking. It was questionable why he didn't snap and lunge at the two higher ranks when first joining, it didn't matter if he was half blind and there were two powered wolves, he would still attack them no matter what.

Alas, it's been sometime since that happened, and been sometime since he's seen any pack members at all, especially his supposed master, Li.

He would run and try to successfully escape this time, and with his intense running he would fall many times, cut himself with branches sticking out or hitting himself with small boulders. Leaving some blood behind. He was that desperate, desperate to go back to his loner, killer wolf life, and he would kill anyone that stepped in his path no matter the wounds he had.

After sometime of running in circles he grew tired, and needed rest, and water. He turns his body back as he recalled seeing a river. As he walks he sees a figure in the distance. Could it be? He was the only wold he knew, based off his mysterious and dark figure, the one he hated because he had to be a servant to him. He bared his teeth, and without a second thought he lunged forward to attack the Beta. He regret not killing him the first time they met, but he would try to make up for that, even with his disability and fresh wounds.