The Camp Clearing

[Ventriloquist]

The camp is settled on a huge plateau, raised high off the ground. Due to the frequent fires, the dens (which are either bushes or stones pushed together) are placed in the center of the camp, to avoid being used as ignition. It is very difficult to get in and out of the camp, so Elders and Pups rarely are allowed to leave without supervision and permisson.

[*~Matrix~*]

Phoebe strolled about camp, an unfriendly glow in her manipulative and deceitful amber eyes. Her pupils dilated, adjusting to the light. She swished her dark silver tail.

Her eyes darted about the clearing, looking for a wolf to amuse herself with. Teasing, manipulating... whatever worked. Or in a rare case being genuinely nice... yes, it does happen, Phoebe being nice.

[Ventriloquist]

Lyre let loose a deep rumble as he exited his den. His pale brown agouti fur was hit by the sunlight, and he swung his head side to side to stop the painful light. The lean but powerful Alpha was not happy. His mood dampened further when he saw Phoebe.

The Hunter may not have been the snow white of Myda, but she was close. It made the male growl low in his throat, and toss a mean glare to her. But he knew she was a very important asset; Phoebe was good at her job.

Flicking his black-tipped tail, Lyre stretched out, back muscles cracking something fierce. With a groan, he flopped down outside of his den, sunning himself in the early morning light.

[*~Matrix~*]

If this was any other wolf, Phoebe would slash his throat. But she had to let the alpha growl at her.

But she knew what it meant. Lyre was always jittery around her, and she knew why. Her dark silver coat, the lightest color any she-wolf in this pack had. So automatically, she was linked to stupid Myda. Who wouldn't want the alpha as a mate? Clearly, this female was a bit cookoo upstairs. And if she knew she was having his pups, why run of with sir-cheats-a-lot?

She snobbishly lifted her nose. It wasn't her fault she was a female, or that Myda was retarded. Decided the alpha had no mission for her, she stalked off.

[Cross]

cross

one lie leads to the other,

The day was seemingly bright, and the grass, though you could easily see how it was starting to turn a brownish color, was fairly bright. It was during the morning, a quite early too, if you asked a certain short, lazy wolf. Mouth set in a frown, she walked out of her den, and out into the early fall weather, which she despised, even though her long, fluffy fur could easily kept out the cold winds. Her gray eyes, which were slightly narrowed, glanced over the camp clearing of the Polasia pack. Her pack. She was only a mere hunter, but that was the highest rank a female wolf could get. Blinking her eyes a couple of times to get rid of the blurriness of sleep, she noticed a few familiar scents. Most of them were her own pack, but the distinctive scent of her alpha was quickly found and recognized. What was he doing out here? Oh well, it's not my business, and frankly, I don't exactly care about what he does, she thought.

She found a spot in the sun where she could relax, before she did anything related to running and whatnot. Slowly lowering herself to the sun-warmed ground, she let her eyes close in pleasure, and a small sigh escaped her maw. Her head now rested on her brown paws, and she shifted position slightly to her liking, and stayed still. She would have to get up soon, probably, but for now, she could rest for awhile.

but what does the truth lead to?

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[*~Matrix~*]

Phoebe suspiciously eyed Cross, but the piercing angry glare wasn't unusual to receive from this particular she-wolf. Her dark eyes followed Cross until the female lay down, and then flickered around the clearing, almost daring a wolf to challenge her and her manipulative ways.

She flicked her velvety gray ears, and twitched her tail spazztastically. Without a goal, she didn't have much to live for. She needed a new goal, something new to bide her time about, and ruin others lives for... The pleasure and shames of her actions she was addicted to, and could hardly function without those feelings. She was an extremist, and liked any emotion, joy, anger, grief, to be felt at the most extreme, and even more so still. The rage was an adrenaline for her. But it was simply too hard to be happy for this wolf, and it was so much easier to spoil it for others. If she couldn't have joy, why should any other wolf? Indeed, her thoughts are selfish, but she rarely received affections or attention as a pup, so naturally as an adult, it was hard for her receive love and trust, or know how to respond to it.

She nestled her paws a bit into the cold earth, deciding. She yawned. She would nap first, and than plot once her mind was fully capable. A smirk spreading to her angelic face, she strolled cockily over to a sunny patch of grass, and settled down.

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[Ventriloquist]

Gazing at his pack, Lyre growled in slight irritation. Why were his hunters at rest? There was no prey to be seen, and certainly no Warrior should ever be allowed to hunt.

Well, that depends on who they were hunting. Other packs, rabid coyotes, and rouges . . . Especially rouges. Rouges should be hunted down like the scum they were.

["Myda," whispered Lyre's subconcious, "Myda."]

The entire "Free Land" should be burned down. What an idea . . .

A twisted smirk on his muzzle, dark amber eyes glinting with slight madness, Lyre decided to deal with the task at hand. Then he would call a meeting for his Warriors.

"Hunters!" He snarled, casting a wry look to Phoebe and Cross, "Why are you lazing about?! Get to work!"

[Cross]

cross

one lie leads to the other,

Other wolves, namely another hunter and her alpha, Lyre, were in the camp clearing also, but she did not pay them any attention. Sure, a few glances she spared for them, but other than that, she kept her eyes closed and breathed deeply. The sun was beating down gently on her brown fur, making her feel very relaxed. A soft sigh of content escaped her mouth, and she rolled over onto her side, letting the sun get to more of her fur. Ah, that's the spot, she inwardly growled. She was comfortable where she was, and did not even notice the narrowed glance Phoebe, her fellow hunter, had given her. A while later, she opened her eyes slightly and found Phoebe also laying down to rest. She smirked, glad knowing she was not the only one who had the idea to rest before going out to work and/or hunt for food.

Her sensitive ears heard a low growl, but she ignored it. She was feeling too good to worry about who was doing what with who. Sure, she loved the bits of gossip that made its way across camp, but, again, at the moment, she did not feel like doing anything. Instead, she stayed quiet, only letting one of the smallest grunts out as she shifted to another position. A loud snarl echoed in her ears and she instantly jumped her her feet, hackles rising immediately. What does Lyre want now? She had to fight back the snarl forming on her lips, and replaced it with something similar to a frown. "Why are you lazing about? Get to work!" she heard Lyre shout out. With a glare, she stretched before starting to walk towards the camp entrance, huffing in annoyance. Why couldn't her leader see she just wanted to lay down and rest? He hadn't done any work recently, had he?

I think not, she claimed, tail held high, but low enough so that the leader wouldn't take it as her challenging him. She did not feel like fighting a wolf, who, since she is shorter in size, was taller and could easily overpower her. She hated her short size, and instantly wished that she was taller, even by an inch!

but what does the truth lead to?

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[Ventriloquist]

Lyre huffed at the irritation that Cross showed, but said nothing to it. He was to focused on his new plans.

On that note, where were his Warriors?

[Ventriloquist]

**It's ok! I'll just modify my post!!**

[*~Matrix~*]

Phoebe snorted, and stalked off mumbling under her breath about how 'warriors were lazing about, not fighting'. She disappeared into the bushes, an angry clouds seeming to surround her.

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Bailey black figure rose out of the darkness of the opening of her den, an elegant expression on her angelic face. Her pale green eyes surveyed the clearing, judging who her best prospect was for today. Her sensitive ears flicked, trying to pick up on the conversations of her packmates as she made her decision. Her devious eyes focused on Lyre, and she floated over to him, her soft pink paw pads skimming the surface of the earth as she neared her handsome target. "Hello Lyre," she said cheerily, her pale green eyes gazing through his. She wouldn't dare look a wolf like him in the eye, she had more intelligence than most gave her credit for. Looking a wolf in the eye was a challenge, and Bailey wasn't much of a fighter. She walked around Lyre from his left side, to behind him, and than to his right. She stood beside him from that place, her cranium slightly angled towards him. She let her tail droop near to the ground, softly wagging it a little. She pressed her lips together, worried ideas tainting her private diabolical thoughts. Approaching the alpha like this might turn into a really good move, or prove to be something she would regret for moons to come...

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