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[Lunar ☮asis]

The smell of salt water burned at his nose, a twitch rippled over his features. Slowly he let his golden eyes open to the new day that was ahead of him. The days before were nothing but a blur. He remembered waiting in darkness for what seemed like forever. He remembered a towering strange deer like creature motioning for him to on to the after life labeled 'heaven'. But so far, this just seemed like a distant distant dream of Traum... It was warm, lively and he was on a coast, in which Traum was surrounded by waters.

But this place was lonely. He had found himself here, searching a bit recklessly for other wolves. Instead he found creatures he didn't expect to ever even witness. Letting out a sigh he just didn't want to be in this solitude any longer. He was laying on his side still, not bothering with getting up at the moment. Zane was probably around the age 4 when he was killed. However with no peace at mind, he looked to be almost 7 years old. He felt drained and less energetic. His right leg ached, as if the wound had just healed itself...

Jerking himself up right he felt something twist inside of his stomach. He had seen it, he has had nightmares of the Traum war every night waiting to be put here in heaven. Dragunov. Zero. Serena. Everything made his heart ache and his stomach flip. He stood up and began to walk forward, toward the salty richness of nostalgia. Everything was so quiet, like no one else was around. And he let it all break loose.

The softest and little whimper seemed to be erupted from his throat. He built up his life to impress Serena. He built up his life to make it worth something. He had nothing when he woke up on Traum as a young wolf. And he decided then and there he would devote his life to Traum. His whole life was training and discipline. He was left in charge of the warriors. Left in charge of protecting Traum.

... And he failed.

Zero and Dragunov were under his nose the whole time. Even Serena. They were the reason he was dead now. And he had witnessed from above what lead to the fall of the Warriors Realm. The revolt was a success. Dragunov and Zero built an army with Zurian and other twisted figures such as the Revolt group. Seshafi, Joaquin, Alejandro, Crouse and Alakay. They formed together an Axis that ripped apart the island.

The Enchanted kingdom didn't stand a chance. The Renegade empire fell with pride and the Lucifer family fell apart before they even realized it. The Warriors were no longer, and they weren't there to protect what they vowed their life to. This Black Stag order reached their success, only to have it back fire in karma. The whole island was engulfed in disease from the mass amount of death that littered the island.

They tried to merge, many drown, many killed by strangers. And who was left? What was left of Traum now? Zane felt a sting in both his heart and eyes as his vision blurred. This is all his fault. He couldn't run away fast enough, he couldn't tell there was evil within the Warriors Realm. He couldn't yell loud or long enough for someone to hear his warning. God forbid, Zane was the reason all this happened. The reason everyone was dead.

His paws breached the cool waters rushing by that lead into the vast waters. He felt his achy leg go weak and he gave up on trying to stand up. Another pathetic whimper rumbled from within him, but no tears fell. He collapsed roughly into the shallow rocky waters. Letting it rush past him. "I'm so sorry...." He whispered to the waters surface. He felt so used, so old and so useless. Look what you've caused, Zane.

ooc; for anyone who might be confused. Zane was a warrior wolf from (most of the community is from this site) Dare to Dream. Zero and Dragunov are master minds as to taking over the island and causing a mass war to cleanse it. They succeeded however the was a rare disease spreading over the island due to so much death, and they had to leave the island. After a year or two, Purgatory was made and so many of the Dare to Dream wolves are here and now considered 'dead'. Kind of like a big liquid time post-plot that had traveled on.

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[Yyn]

It felt like she had been flying for weeks. Her body wasn't built to soar - not for anything longer than a couple days at most. Her wings were not the pristine and sleek like those of albatrosses. After being waved upwards towards the sky, Skrel did not think to question it. Death? That damned human had taken her life from her. If it hadn't been .. if she had known that that sheep raid would be the last .. But there was no way. The environment soon became that of surrounding ocean and a large island. Perhaps this would be the closest thing she has to home of what she knew.

Sunshine warmed her aching wings, but that wasn't enough to give her energy. She gradually lowered, landing none too gracefully onto the sand. Moderately weak and extremely hungry, Skrel picked herself back up. There was a smell - other than the strong salty taste of the ocean air. It wasn't close to anything she had smelled before. What was it? Curiosity piqued, she walked slowly until her eyesight could see the outline of the creature. The large furry thing whimpered, and as it stood to walk for not very much distance, it collapsed. It whispered to itself.

Food? Skrel silently cursed her luck. If only she had her gang with her now. Well, at least it seemed too exhausted to retaliate. She felt a bit of energy rise in her as she was run by hunger driven instinct. The caracara ran quickly and quietly towards the creature, stopping perhaps a foot away. She stood stiffly, waiting for a movement, but nothing happened. Her right claw rose to dig itself into the pelt. If it was dead, it would not matter. If it was alive, it would hurt plenty. That was why she held her wings aloft, ready to take flight if it was the latter.

[Lunar ☮asis]

Grief was a blinding emotion. It made you feel depressed, and full of emotions you do not know how to deal with. At least, Zane was inexperienced. The only grief he felt before dying was that he did not remember his name or where he came from when waking upon the island of Traum. That dim winter day was the true start of Zane's life, only to have it cut off short two years later. And here he was, laying in the rushing clear waters of some stream... Heaven's stream?

His head was heavy, laying upon his paws. He felt the water splashing past his ears, making him want to shiver considering the bite of the new spring air. The water seemed to present his life, washing away in front of his eyes, right under his nose. Golden eyes slowly glanced to the vast sea waters that were ahead, what would happen if he just slipped into those waters? Float away in his misery. The thought made him shiver and his stomach churn, clearly unwilling to kill himself off.

That feeling of being lost in sea was snatched away from him. A strange and sharp pain rushed through his veins from his lower back. Something was biting him, clawing him. He finally returned from his slum mind and reacted, his large head turning to see where the pain came from. To his surprise, a large bird was there ready to retreat from Zane's obvious delayed reaction. "Aye! Do I look like a dead carcass to you?" He snapped in his rich - demanding voice he gained being a leader among the island, however he continued to lay in the cool waters.

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[Yyn]

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[atrb=background,http://i1230.photobucket.com/albums/ee500/lukari/2-34_zpsc3d75b01.png] It seemed that the pain was not registering, so Skrel had dug in her talons to attempt to get to the meaty bits. However, before she could properly cut through, the creature twisted his head towards the bird and snapped, "Aye! Do I look like a dead carcass to you?" Startled, Skrel hopped backwards, but didn't leave. She did, however, intend to keep some distance between them. For the time being. "Mayhaps not dead quite yet. Soon? No blood on you," She mused aloud in a strange short-hand tongue. "Can't move much. Paralyzed? From sorrow?" Skrel didn't pause to catch his reaction, if there was one. "Let swallow you, the sorrow. I am hungry hungry hungry. Have not seen sheep for me to eat. No chicks for me to steal -" At that moment, her eye caught a very small crab crawling upwards from it's hiding spot in the sand, and tried to get away unnoticed. Not so lucky. Skrel quickly grabbed it with her left talons and dug in with gusto, tossing shell into the creature's fur. Not that she noticed or cared. "Puny snack. How long will take you? Soon?" She asked impatiently. She was not really used to making conversation with what may be her next meal. It was always eat (or try eating) first, then ask later. Too bad the asking never really happened. They took what worked and went with it until it didn't work anymore. Her original home did not have anything so large as this creature, and nothing quite as ugly. Just birds, sheep, bugs, and slow waddling bulls. Oysters, chicks, fresh manure. Her belly rumbled loudly as she glowered at the creature, who seemed to refuse to move except his head. She tried again to persuade him. "If you die, I get to eat. Good for all!"

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[Lunar ☮asis]

Zane stared at the large feathered creature. He had seen crows and some other spring like birds but had never been this close to a large feathered creature like this before. It was intriguing, how the large creature could just fly away- where it may want to roam. He felt a bit of jealousy, letting his mind roam instead of the fact his back was stinging from where it just gouged at him.

The bird talked in broke sentences about him dying and becoming a meal. But one thing the bird mentioned really whirled his mind back to why he was so sad. "Paralyzed? From sorrow?" The bird was correct on that note. He felt like he couldn't move, he shouldn't move. For he might fail some one else if he tried. What a failure he was. "Yeah, I do not want to move because I am so sad." He muttered in a dark sarcastic voice to the bird, not looking at it anymore.

A stomach erupted in their quick silence. "If you die, I get to eat. Good for all!" Again he agree'd with the bird. But then he went into deeper thought. Letting his mind revel in how confused and pointless everything seemed right now. He already died, where would he go next? 'If I die, I can forget about everything.' That's why this was no heaven, this was a hell hole that was letting him drown in his past sorrows. His snapped back up to the bird, "I'm not dying any time soon, punk." He had such a snotty attitude at the moment, what would Serena Beth think?

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[Yyn]

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Skrel eagerly waited for his response, but when the furry creature finally gave it, she was vastly disappointed. "Yeah, I do not want to move because I am so sad ... I'm not dying any time soon, punk."

Her head drooped, and her shoulders hunched, making her look like a strange hybrid of vulture and hawk because of the posture. The caracara's eyes blinked as her body moved slightly closer, but still far enough out of reach, should the creature deign she was enough of a nuisance. "Why let self so affected by sorrow? If you don't move, I get to eat'cha."

Don't. Not can't. In her mind, it was quite a fair deal. The creatures that forfeit movement also forfeit their life. Sick or dying animals were the only ones who truly gave themselves up. This one seemed stronger than Skrel had originally thought, however. With his backtalk and refusal to be consumed, she assumed he was once a warrior.

Not every animal in his position would have responded like that. She figured this meant that he still had a reason or cause to keep going. He just needed the spark to become what he once was. Skrel had no thoughts about that on herself. She was simply observant.

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