[Koiji] Out for Blood

[Dorian Grayfoot]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=d8dcdf] The grey often left his homeland in search of the one who had wronged him. He had made it his life's work to get revenge on the wolf who had caused so much controversy in his pack and others. He knew this wolf to be part of the Clearlake Project, but Dorian was not stupid enough to waltz into Clearlake ready to attack one of their members. Tensions were high between the Twin Oak Pack and Project Clearlake because of this issue. He did not want to cause it to become a full blown war. Clearlake was by far the largest pack in all of Estysion and Twin Oaks would not have a chance, even if they grouped together with the smaller Wasteland Nomads. Dorian's vendetta was against one wolf and one wolf alone. His fight was not with the Clearlake wolves, just a single member. But of course, packs being packs, they had to back their new member and defend him against anything Dorian might try. Because of this little hindrance, Dorian was forced to take to the lands that did not belong to any one wolf alone. The wilderness of Estysion was vast enough that if one did not have their bearings straight, they could be lost for days on end. Other than that it was a great place to come for some tricky hunting, if you were into that sort of thing that is. If he was going to find this Nako Mortifer, then he would go a place where there were no rules. Out here they were free as the eagles that roamed the heavens above. There were no friends and family around to back them up if they needed it. There were not any leaders and high officials around to say what they could and could not do. There were not any apothecaries to heal their wounds or tell them to retreat. It was wolf on wolf out here. Nothing more, nothing less. Dorian Grayfoot was out for one thing and one thing only, to see Nako's crimson lifeblood spattered across his own grey coat as he returned to his homeland with his head held high. Muse: Blah OOC: Here ya go Emma ^^ Sorry its not that long my muse is kinda eh right now. Music: Senses - Lacrimosa

[Lunare Fiore.]

To live is to learn, oh the hearts a heavy burden, so I take, I don't wait, nothing ever is for certain...

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Some things best remain forgotten; but there are other, important things which should always be remembered. Things no one should ever forget. Unfortunately, life doesn't always work out so that all the important and memorable things stay in your head. Koiji thought herself to be a living example of that. She had been wandering aimlessly for a while now - the young wolf had no where to go, let alone an idea of where she could reside. If only she could remember...

The earliest memory she could recall was that of shadowy shapes and figures. She didn't know why but she knew that she and the others had lived in a cave for the first few months of her life. She couldn't remember them clearly though, just figuring out that they were in fact wolves and not just demons come to haunt her dreams was a breakthrough, especially after that incident. She had no memories of ever having a family. Of ever having anyone apart from herself. All she knew was that one day she awoke with no recollection of ever arriving at her destination - a burnt out wasteland - and no idea what she was going to do next. She was plagued by the constant unsure feeling that she was, and was moving on whilst, forgetting something. Something important.

But she didn't know what.

That was a good few moons ago now. She was managing, just about. She found that she had prior knowledge of basic needs like how to hunt and how to survive out here, but talking to other loners in the land of Estysion she also discovered that she had knowledge in areas which surpassed that of her acquaintances, and she didn't know how to explain where that had come from. The obvious answer was that she had been taught in the ways of an Astrologer and Apothecary by a fellow wolf; there was just one question remaining. Who was it?

The young she-wolf's fur rippled as a yawn forced itself out of her mouth. She shook her head slowly, as if to send the sleep away. She had to blink a few times to make sure she was fully awake before rising slowly to her paws.

Lunare Fiore, yearling with little more than her name and a few 'talents' to describe herself.

She took her time stretching before trotting out of the small crevice in the mountain side that had served as her bed for the night. It took a mere second for her brilliantly blue eyes to adjust to the sheer contrasting lights of the two locations and it wasn't long before she was off down the sloping landscape in search of food. The mountains were a harsh place she had learned, always cold and foreboding, with little food, but the solidarity of them was why she liked them so much. Out here, there was no one to tell her that she had outstayed her welcome. She glanced across her surroundings, watching for any signs of life and was surprised when she caught sight of another wolf, walking some feet below her. Lunare froze, shock still. Has he seen me? She thought, her fight or flight instinct about to kick in. She wasn't one to actively seek company, yet she felt like talking today. There was something... dangerous about this wolf though. Something that made her wary. She swayed on the spot for a second, waiting for the other to react.

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So I hold my hands up high, on my knees tonight, I'll take, won't wait, I'll live and learn my lesson here tonight.
-Learn My Lesson - Young Guns.

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Bah, sorry if this is suckish, I'm more rusty than I thought xD
Hope the length's okay too, I wanted to put in a bit of background :3
And your posting theme thing is so cool! XD

[Dorian Grayfoot]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=d8dcdf] If there was one thing a soldier had that other wolves in the pack did not, it was a very keen set of sense. Every little sound caused those thick ears to swivel to and fro, trying to decipher what was making them. The sense of smell was almost better than a tracker or hunter's. Soldiers had to be able to detect other life forms close by. Especially those that were considered enemies to the pack. Sight was perhaps the most important asset to a soldier like Dorian. Sounds and scents could be deceiving, especially out in the wilderness like this. A soldier had to rely on his eyes to truly see the danger around them. Dorian stopped in his tracks as all those sense came into a play. He could hear the soft sound of twigs breaking under pressure, most likely from someone other than himself who was out here walking around. The grey lifted his muzzle and tested the air. Just as he had suspected. A new scent. It was that of another wolf, but he could not distinguish who it was, what gender, or even what pack they belonged to. That was the problem when the wind kept changing directions. With a slight frown, Dorian took a few steps forward, lifting his head as high as he could. Chocolate eyes slowly scanned the surrounding area as he attempted to locate this newcomer. It did not take him long to catch a glimpse of a shock of white fur in the foliage. Who ever was there was watching him as well. Was this wolf a friend or foe? Dorian readied his defense mechanism just in case who ever it was lurking in the bushes was not too fond of him. The one thing he was thankful for was that it was not Nako Mortifer. If it had been that wolf, he surely would have ambushed Dorian already and they would probably fighting for their lives right about now. Who ever this wolf was had no intentions of murdering him right away. He just hoped that they were not some friend of Nako's sent out to do his dirty work for him. That would be a new low for the Clearlake wolf Dorian despised so much. Taking a deep breath, Dorian proceeded forward toward the stranger. "Hello?" he cautiously called out, hoping for some kind of friendly answer. All he could do now was wait and see what this other individual had to say back. Whether it was words of peace or words of war, Dorian was ready. Muse: Okay I guess OOC: Naw, your post length is fine. ;3 I can code you one of these posting tables if you'd like Just provide me with a header image for miss Koiji that you would like to be used. Music: Hibi no Kate nomi no roudou no Keuki Kara - Fractale OST

[Lunare Fiore.]

Lunare surveyed the figure stood further down the mountainside from her through careful eyes. She was unsure of what to do next, her muscles and joints had frozen causing her to stay rooted to the spot. It didn't take long for the other to become aware of her presence; she saw ears pricking and accidentally locked her own gaze with the brown eyes surveying her nervous figure on the hillside. She let her own ears twitch and slowly raised a paw as though testing the ground below her. To move or not? Surviving out here was down to a pecking order. She understood that, and there was something about this other wolf which told her that she stood very much below him in that order.

The pair stood for a moment as though time had stopped; both of them weighing up the potential threat to the other. Koiji pawed nervously at the ground and lowered her head in a sign of submission. Her body language relaxed as she watched the other carefully for any signs of domineering behaviour and time seemed to start again.

"Hello?" Her fellow called out. The voice was deep. Rumbly. It confirmed her suspicion that he was indeed a male. He started walking toward her and she raised her head slightly, looking at him with a confused expression troubling her maw. She didn't bolt, instead she willed herself to take a few steps forward, toward the other. He didn't seem like he was looking for trouble, and Lunare definitely just wanted to stay on his good side. As he got closer she took in his muscular physique. From the little she knew about wolf pack ranks after her accident, she guessed that this wolf was either a hunter or some kind of fighter. Either way, he was a few years her senior, and that was enough of a reason for the small she-wolf to act respectfully.

Eventually she found her voice. "H-hello." She whispered, almost inaudibly. She let her gaze drop hastily to the floor, trying to convey that she wasn't a threat. Her memory had chosen this moment to forget some of the important conducts of behaviour. She looked up at the other, wondering if he had heard her pathetic excuse of a greeting. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, standing up as straight and as proud as she could. She fidgeted a little, not knowing if she was giving him the right impression. Her introvert side kicked in and she found herself struggling to piece together a sentence.

"Hello." She managed after a few moments at a reasonable volume this time. "My name is Lunare Fiore..." She trailed off, watching the other cautiously. "I don't mean... any harm. Might I ask who, er..." Another pause. Lunare glanced sheepishly up at her acquaintance. "...you are?" Nervously, she waited for a response.

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Had more muse and more free time than I thought haha.
And yay ~ this pleases me! And oooh, that sounds like a
tempting offer :3 I think I'll take you up on it XD
Do you need any colour choices to go with it as well or..? XD

[Dorian Grayfoot]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=d8dcdf] Dorian still eyed the she wolf, even as she showed obvious signs of submission. No one could be trusted out here. Wolves like this loner liked to play games. They enjoyed toying with one's mind until they had them convinced that they were safe and could relax. That was the moment the struck. Most these loners were the same, dangerous and unpredictable. This she-wolf could just be like the rest of them. This submissive, sweet facade just all part of her game. Her stuttered greeting was not a surprise to the grey. She was the perfect example of the classic young female, slight fear and uncertainty written all over her face. The weak never survived in places like this. How had this pretty little thing gone unscathed for so long? If he were an unsavoury character, she would be the perfect prey. She was practically begging for someone to over power her in any way. If only this had been Nako. He of course was not a frail, nervous little thing like her. He was the complete opposite. In fact, Dorian wished that his nemesis was more like this she-wolf and the she-wolf more like Nako Mortifer. No matter where Dorian went, who he talked to, or what he saw, revenge was the only thing on his mind. The warrior was not going to stop thinking about it until Nako Mortifer was dead, his bloodied carcass being eaten away by filthy scavengers. When his chocolate eyes locked on the wolf in front of him, he saw her posture had changed. She was now standing up with her head held high. It was almost like she was trying to make herself appear this way out of some silly fear toward Dorian. He was obviously a wolf who could over power her in a heartbeat. Her mind must have decided that by doing this she would look a little less timid and a bit bigger. Dorian would never understand what ran through the minds of wolves like her. The she-wolf wasted no time in introducing herself to him. Honestly he was not even going to stay to speak to her. Just offer a hello and be on his way. Now with introductions already being made, the soldier felt as if it was his duty to stay and converse with her. He had been born and raised in a pack environment. Pack pups were taught manners. This just went right along with his teachings as a pup. "'Ello Lunare Fiore." he said with a simple not of his head. "I'm Dorian Grayfoot, epsilon soldier of the Twin Oaks Pack." he offered, giving her his name, rank and pack. This was another thing little pack pups were taught to do when introducing themselves. Give as much useful information as possible when meeting someone for the first time. "And do not fear, for I do not mean y'any 'arm either." he assured her, already seeing what a jittery thing she could be. "What are y'doin' out 'ere in a place like this all by yerself?" he asked her curiously, honestly wondering how she had managed to stay so safe. Dorian always saw others weaker than himself. He was a soldier, the brute force. Everyone else was weak in his eyes. "Say, y'aven't 'appened t'see anyone else 'round 'ere lately 'ave ya?" Muse: I dunno. Blahish. DX OOC: sorry for crappyness. I did this on my stupid phone. And if you have colour choices in mind thta would be fantastic! Music: Je suis sourde - Paris Combo

[Lunare Fiore.]

It was a struggle for the young she-wolf to decide on how to act toward the male who now stood a few mere paw-steps in front of her. She tried to relax, as much as that was possible for her, but couldn't shake a slight feeling of unease that the other gave her. It wasn't personal or anything, but Lunare was always careful, just in case. She had no-one in this world, so trusting someone was an issue that she had to take very seriously, she couldn't allow herself to be naïve and open her heart to every wolf she met, could she? An echo of a voice within her provided an answer; no, she had to be careful.

Especially in this part of Estysion, you never knew who you would run into up here.

Suddenly the urge to run struck her again. The wolf that stood before her would have been able to over power her in a matter of seconds, meaning that if he wanted to, she could have been dead within a minute. Was he the type to do that though? She glanced up at him again, her nose twitching slightly as she caught a whiff of his musky scent. He smelt of the forest he had just travelled through moments before, as well as a mixture of other, wolfish scents. Lunare's mind skimmed over the possibilities of what kind of wolf the male was. She recognised his traits; tall, powerful and solemn pointed to a well trained soldier, and the mixed scents could have meant... a pack animal?

She couldn't be sure, nor could she place why she thought these things about him. She had no knowledge of pack rankings, did she? Something told her that she did. Somewhere, deep down, she knew how the ways of a lupine family worked.

After her shake-y introduction, she watched him as he surveyed her for a moment before returning the gesture. "Nice to meet you sir!" She piped, dropping her head swiftly in a bow before bringing it back up again. She relaxed slightly at his next words. She let her maw part in the beginnings of a grin and peeked shyly at him. "Thank you, Dorian Greyfoot." She said, hoping that she was still appearing respectful and not too nervous.

Dorian spoke with some kind of accent Lunare was not well travelled enough to place which but she could still understand the older wolf. He asked her what she was doing out on the lonely mountain ranges, and she obliged him with an answer.

"I... I'm not really sure why I am here." She started, glancing about her surroundings. "I had an... accident, I think. I woke up in this burnt out area, not a soul near by. I haven't a clue as to how I got there, let alone why I was sleeping there. I-I have this constant feeling of forgetting something, someone perhaps. I don't know what - or who - it is though." She looked once more to the ground, letting the faintest sound of a puppy-like whimper enter her voice. "I can't remember." She said, pitifully. "Great moon, why can't I remember?!" The question was one that had plagued her since the day she'd woken up on that forsaken land. What was it that she was forgetting? It was something important, that was for sure.

"Sorry," She said, bowing her head again to Dorian. An overwhelming feeling of grief had suddenly come over her, and she wasn't sure whom she was grieving for. He asked another question about if she had seen anyone else around in the mountains. She distracted herself with this thought for a few moments. "Another wolf?" She queried, tilting her head to one side. "I met a wolf who went by the name of Willem a few days ago," She said slowly, thinking back to her encounter with the gray wolf. He had been the one to point out to her that she had training in the ways of the Apothecary and Astrologer. He had been hurt, and she had helped - or tried - to tend to his wounds. "He was a loner, alike to myself and had a few wounds. I met him somewhere by the river." A thought dawned in her mind. "He wasn't a member of your pack, was he?"

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Don't worry about it hehe, it's really good for phone typing-uping xD
Mine wouldn't be kind enough to alert me to any typos...
Don't feel you have to reply immediately, I don't mind waiting :3
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[Dorian Grayfoot]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=d8dcdf] The grey cocked a brow at the female's sudden change. At first she came off as a weak, nervous wreck. Now there was a chipper attribute to her voice that Dorian would never expect to come from the she-wolf he had first come across. Loners were such strange wolves. He was never able to figure them out and still probably never would. Though pack wolves and lone wolves were of the same species, it was the oddities like this that separated them from one another. At least she was polite. That was the one thing that the she-wolf had going for her. Unlike many loners the soldier had come across, this girl seemed to have a sense of propriety. He was lucky if a lone wolf did not attack him or throw provoking insults. Perhaps she was not as strange as he though. Or at least she was as normal as loners could come. How could she not know where she was? She had traveled here on her own four legs, had she not? Perhaps Dorian had come across a complete basket case. A harmless basket case. There was always one reason why a lone wolf was just that. Most the time they were a bit messed up in the head, causing them to act differently from others. Here he had thought that she was the exception. Dorian had wished for too much as always. "An accident? Are y'injured at all?" he questioned, actually a bit concerned for the confused creature. Ah. This was all becoming clear as she continued to tell her story. Dorian had always been a wolf who made immediate judgments about the wolves he encountered on his journeys. The old saying 'don't judge book by its cover' was lost on Dorian. As a soldier he was trained to profile every wolf he saw. Making quick decisions about their character were vital to survival. In fact this profiling skill had saved Dorian's life more than once. He knew what to look for in wolves. Of course most of the time his assumptions were a bit over the top (especially now), but one could never be too careful when dealing with a stranger. "No, I'm not lookin' fer a Willem. The wolf I'm lookin' for s'called Nako Mortifer. 'E now belongs t'the Project Clearlake pack, if yer familiar wif them at all." he said with a shake of his head, a bit disappointed that it was not Nako who had crossed her path. Of course that could be the reason she had her accident. Dorian knew Nako to be a dangerous wolf. He would attack at random and was not afraid to overpower females for his own pleasure. This she-wolf could have very well have run into Nako and not remembered anything about it. He could be the reason she was dazed and confused. "Say miss, d'y'remember anyfing at all before you 'ad yer accident?" he asked curiously. The more she could tell him the better. The least he could do was try to help her out while gathering information. Just as he thought before, she seemed decent enough other than her minor mental issues. But now he was having hopes for those as she spoke of an accident. Who knew, maybe he had found his pack a new members. Moon knew they needed all the wolves that they could find. War with Project Clearlake was on the horizon. Muse: Alright OOC:That will work :3 *inserts random Sherlock gif* ;D Music: Negai - Hoshi o Ou Kodomo OST

[Lunare Fiore.]

For most wolves, the mannerisms of acceptable conversation came easily if they were brought up the right way. However, for those exiled or separated from their pack - those alike to Lunare, that is - sometimes remembering the do's and don'ts of socialising became a little bit confusing. Not that Lunare wasn't able to hold a comprehendible or respectful conversation. Oh, far from it actually. She remembered her manners, even if she didn't recall who had taught them her. No, the hurdle she fell at concerned keeping her emotions in check. She was aware of wolves who had more calculating and judgemental minds than she and felt almost embarrassed sometimes about how she must have come off to them. Since realising that her mind was in an amnesiac state, she'd found she'd become prone to outbursts of emotion, meaning that she could occasionally be found whimpering like a puppy or nearly howling with joy because the situation had felt so familiar. Still, these outbursts were for reasons she couldn't fathom; of things that she was sure she hadn't experienced before.

And yet, why did she feel as though they were real memories?

Thankfully, neither the urge to whimper nor howl struck her now.

The soldier listened to her story with interest probably taught to him in his days spent training. If he was making any mental judgements of her then he was doing it without leaving a trace of an emotion on his face. She watched him, her eyes bright with curiosity. He took a moment to reply to her after she had finished, but the response was more concerned than she had expected. "I wish I could remember more of it..." She said solemnly, her ears pressing back against her skull for a moment as she lowered her head sadly. She glanced to her side before speaking again. "I have no physical injuries, at least not that I have noticed. Unless you can count your memory as an injury? I'm sure I'm forgetting something. Something very important."

Of course, he would think her to be mad. After all, that was the reason most of the lone wolves were loners after all. Loosing your memories... how stupid! And she expected him to believe her? She'd be lucky if he even stayed to talk about the weather now, let alone advise her on her mental condition. Koiji cursed herself for being so silly. This was the reason why she found it difficult to socialise with others. Her inner introvert talked about things normal wolves never would. What must this soldier think of her? She hoped none of her emotions were playing about her maw. She relaxed her brow, knowing with that small movement she'd failed in her task.

Nako Mortifer? She paused for a moment, thinking it over. "I wish I could give you the answer you're looking for, sir, but I've never heard of that wolf."

Being an outcast did have its advantages - though they were few in number. The gossip spread around through the loners like wildfire, mainly stories about which wolves never to cross paths with, and which were willing to help if you needed it. She had encountered such tales on her travels, and learned of a few names. Project Clearlake struck a bell though. "Clearlake..." She murmured, trying to remember where she'd heard it before. "I'm sure I know the name, though I haven't had much in the way of dealings with that pack," She said, her mouth breaking open into a hopeful grin. Maybe she could be of use to Dorian Greyfoot. She'd like that. Maybe that feeling she was missing something was really a missing sense of importance? Maybe she used to have someone who valued her? But wouldn't she be able to remember them if she did..?

Her accident was a touchy subject.

Not that she didn't want to talk about it, on the contrary, any information about the events of the night before she awoke on that bed of ashes would be much appreciated. No, what she was uncomfortable about was how much she couldn't remember. Something very important, very significant had happened there. And it annoyed her more than she would ever let on that she couldn't remember what.

"Hmmm," She looked skyward for a second, collecting her thoughts. "I have snatches of memories before the accident. They come to me every now and then and I can't always make sense of them. I get a feeling though, sometimes, that I've done something before. It's so familiar but I can't think why... That night," Lunare flattened her ears again, bringing up a foot to scratch her ear without thinking. "That night. Something terrible happened. It must have." She closed her eyes, trying hard to remember. Suddenly, something inside her twigged and her mind clouded. "Ah!" She exclaimed as images flashed through her mind. This was the way it always happened. The way the truth came back to her.

That night, they'd been running for their lives. Shadowy figures galloped alongside her and she couldn't make out their faces. Heat singed her pelt and a thunderous roar echoed in her ears. She was crying out as she ran, calling for someone. The heat intensified, the shadows ran away. She felt the first licks of panic coursing through her veins. Where are they? She thought, trying desperately to find a way through the night. She found open space, but here the invisible force blazed stronger. Where do I go? A voice called out her pup name, but it sounded distant. Mother! Father!

SNAP.

The small she-wolf reeled for a moment, her legs becoming bandy and giving out under her weight. She lay there on her side for a few seconds, wondering how the rocky mountain ground had come to meet her side before realising what had happened and shakily scrabbling to her feet. There would be questions about this no doubt - collapsing with no sign of an injury was not normal. Not in the slightest.

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Heh, I got a little carried away xD
And ooh yay :3 I can't wait to see it! <3
*insert responding Sherlock gif about some kind of inuenndo* ; D

[Dorian Grayfoot]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][bg=d8dcdf] "I'm sure tha' will all come in time." Dorian tried to reassure her. At least in her confused state she seemed relatively harmless. The only thing that this she-wolf wanted was to regain her memories and get on with her life. Dorian could imagine that he would probably be wandering around aimlessly, acting like a mad fool with emotions changing at the drop of a stick if he had gone trough something like that too. Come to think of it, it must be kind of nice to forget. If Dorian could just forget, even for a day, his life would be so much simpler. He would have no memory of Nako Mortifer, the whole who, for reasons still unknown, was out to kill him at all costs because of an old grudge against a long gone leader of the Twin Oaks Pack. If Dorian could forget, he would not have this strange obsession with tracking down Nako and trying to kill him. If Dorian could forget, perhaps he might be happy for once in a long time. Until then, his mind would constantly be plagued, haunted by the wolf whose only vendetta was against the newly led Twin Oaks Pack. "Maybe y'aren't meant t'remember." he offered. What if she had not injured her head, but her mind had totally erased a series of events from her memory. The brain was a strange thing, making a wolf forget in order to keep them safe from what they might find.This thought made Dorian wonder what could have possibly happened to her, even if her amnesia was caused by an injury. "You're lucky." Dorian said after she told him that she had never heard of Nako Mortifer. The only wolves who seemed to know his enemy were the members of his own pack and wolves in Nako's pack, Project Clearlake. "'E's not a wolf you'd like t'cross. He's a cold-blooded killer who will attack at any moment. He migh' look like a kind soul, but don't let the appearance fool y'for long." Dorian said, his voice darkening as he spoke about Nako. How many other wolves around here had encountered Nako in one of his maddened states? For all Dorian knew there could be countless loners out there like this girl who had so unfortunately met their doom by the jaws of Nako Mortifer. "I don't s'pect y't'remember." he dismissed. "Clearlake is one of the major packs 'round 'ere. The Wasteland Nomads an' my pack, Twin Oaks, are the others." he said, hoping to give her this little bit of knowledge. The least he could do for her was offer her some things that she might have lost along her journey. "Righ' now, because of Nako Mortifer, tensions are 'igh between my pack an' Project Clearlake. The Nomads are neutral in this whole ma'ter. Hell, I'm not even sure if they are aware of the issue seein' as they are so far from our lands, 'ence their name." Night. Her accident, what ever it was, had happened in the dead of night. Dorian raised his head as she made an exclamation of surprise. Her memories must have been swimming in her head. He should have known that this was touchy subject. It was not the best to push and prod at a wolf who was under some sort of mental distress. The next thing the soldier knew, she fell to the ground. Her legs just gave out from under her as if the weight of her body was to much for her to bear any longer. Just as quickly as she had fallen, the she-wolf scampered to her feet and stared at Dorian with a wide-eyed expression plastered on her face. "Y'alrigh'?" he asked, the concern very evident in his voice. If this was a result of her head injury, or even if it was not, it was a danger for her to be out here in this state. For once in his life, Dorian almost felt bad for someone. "Does this 'appen a lot?" he continued as he moved closer to her, trying to be as non-threatening as possible. If need be, he would take her back to his pack where one of the apothecaries could take a look at her. "If you'd like, I can 'ave one of my pack's apothecaries try to 'elp ya." he offered. Muse: Good OOC:Now I actually have time to make your table for you. Which I will do once I'm done posting >D Music: Lady Godiva - Alex Carpenter + Firework - Boyce Avenue