May Event - Currently in Phase 1 1/2

(I guess I need to start off the RP - sorry for being late, real tornadoes have been coming over us in Arkansas.)

Bluternte stood tall, studying the alpha wolf with a sense of pride and importance. Knowing how serious Xerxes was about keeping everyone safe and comfortable during the coming storm, she knew her job was more important than ever right now. She is the High Guardian of Xanthus after all, and she would need to ensure that everyone in her squad did what they needed. Bluternte was a tough fae, but in the end everyone knew there was a method to her madness. Staring up at Xerxes perched on his rock, her chest puffed out proudly, she awaited the King's orders. Continue hunting, gathering and looking for rain... move the kill into the dens, find dry bedding and gather leaves as rain dishes. The tall female looked over the crowd and spotted each member of her squad as a valiant smile stretched across her proud muzzle. "We will be just fine doing what we need; I thank you for the instructions, Kind Xerxes." she spoke her few words as she waited for more input by Counsel.

Vögel's long strides took him swiftly to the meeting. The dull gray sky outmatched his colorful blue-green gradient markings. He looked just as depressed as the weather. Being put in the Guardian rank of Lampos was not his cup of tea compared to how much he enjoyed being messenger of the old pack. He never complained of this, however, and tried to make the best of it. It just took some time to get used to such a big shift. His pink eyes stared gloomily at Xerxes and his gaze rolled over the heads of all the Soturies--some he knew, some he didn't. He hoped he would get a break from his usual job, maybe set out and find leaves or bedding this time instead.

Esme padded forward from the darkness of the den upon Xerxes's meeting call. She looked drawn and exhausted - quite unlike her normally vivacious self. She took her usual place at Xerxes's immediate left. "I hope the rain comes soon, this humidity is killing me." Esme whispered to Xerxes as she sat down and waited for Xerxes's speech to begin. "I will stay within the camp and assist with changing bedding." Esme spoke, more to Xerxes than the rest of the pack.

Zeto couldnt help the irritation that had invaded his very essence. The humid weighed heavily on his thankfully short pelt, making him feel like he was moments from overheating. The shallow waters of nearly every water source around didnt help in his quest to take a dip, but the stream would have to do. He wadded into the deepest part of the water, letting it lap at his belly and sides before he stooped down and submerged his head. He remained there, head underwater bubbles gathering at his nostrils watching fish flashing between the rocks and algae around his paws before he ran out of breath and had to pull out.
He was lucky to have ran out of breath at the time he did, lucky enough to catch the end of Xerxes' summoning call for the pack. A look to the sky told Zeto it was probably of the dark clouds that had been edging the trees for days. With a small look of displeasure, Zet pulled from the water, leaping onto the bank of the stream and trotting towards the pack, not even bothering to shake off instead letting the water drip from his pelt and long tail.
Strolling up just in time, Zet stood next to the another High Guardian, Blut was her name he believed, to listen to Xerxes begin his speech. It was simple enough, everyone had duties before the rains hit- if they ever did. But atleast the leader was being proactive about his actions. Blut spoke formally to the leader, her tone seemed overtly respectful. In contrast, Zeto simply nodded. "Ay Xer. We'll be fine, the rain wont take us by surprise." His attitude was hardly formal, but there was still respect to be found. Xerxes, while Zeto regarded him as an odd fellow,  was still their leader and as such Zeto would give him the necessary honors of respect. After a few others had spoken, Zeto spoke up again, "Where would you like Balius to patrol, Xerxes?"

Freya had finally managed to get to sleep in the heat, her fur burning like it was on fire. Her eyes closed and her breathing beginning to steady out when Xerxes called together the pack. She opened her eyes and raised her head looking up at the king. The shade seemed like it was hotter than the sun, but indeed it wasn't. She yawned before rising to her paws and stretching. She finally joined Xerxes at the base and flicked her tail looking up at her leader. Her patrol wasn't due to walk its route till later that day. She turned her head as others spoke, listening to what everyone said before speaking "If the rain is hard, the caves may flood, perhaps we should try and dig small channels to divert the rain?" She pawed the ground slightly feeling she perhaps shouldn't have spoken. She was just an Assassin there, not one of the advisors or council members. She sighed looking away from Xerxes and to the others to watch their faces.

Khalid pawed at the cracked soil by the watering hole. He had come down to get a drink when he felt the soil crack beneath his weight. He sniffed it, then looked to the sky thinking to himself 'the nature seems harsh this year..are the spirits mad?' He shook himself, before turning away to answer Xerxes call. He quickly scaled the ground before the dens and stared up at Xerxes. Somewhat of a useless summon, as they all knew that they had work to do to set up. But, khalid accepted the orders before turning to do his own thing. A hunt with a few of Cinnas old pack, he wanted his old rank back, but that was not something that would happen.

Man was she lucky to have less fur than some of the other soturies in the pack. Freja did not at all envy the ones who were forced to walk with long fur, destined to feel like they were being boiled in their own skin. She frowned lightly and squinted at the group of soturies that were slowly gathering, swallowing hard as she tried desperately to wet her tongue. She hadn't had much to drink for quite some time, and she disliked the dry feeling of her tongue. She was used to having about everything she wanted, when she wanted it.

Huffing she managed to stagger to her paws, slightly dizzy as she looked at Xerxes for his orders. She still felt disapproval to their leader, but had to admit it was well to have someone to stand out and take charge when the drought was at the worst. Scout for rain? It suited her perfectly well to be among the ones out there to find water; her tongue was as dry as the sand under her paws. "We're not getting anything done by chatting, are we? We've had our orders, lets move it already," she spoke out loudly from the back of the group, obviously snappy due to the exhausting heat. She was tempted to take her leave, but for once stopped to think and consider that it would be better that Xerxes took the lead like he said he would.

A frown found its way onto Zeto's face at the orders. Hunting? Normally, that'd be no problem, Balius was a good squad with strong assets all the way, however with missing members that hadnt reported to Xerxes call, and the lack of prey recently, it would be a difficult mission. Even with the watering hole that he had recently came from, prey wasnt abbundant enough to feed the pack for days. They'd have to travel to find the more worthy prey. He studied his sister, her place next to the leader, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. She could have came and helped, he knew of her hunting capabilities, instead shes changing bedding? What a waste. With a flick of his tail he turned away, heading back towards the forest. He would have to find Harlem first. She was watchful enough to know the location of the rest of them, more than likely he'd find her in the tree tops but there was no guarentee. If not for Freja's determination to get to work, he would have asked her to join him in searching the scouts watch for the little cub, but... Well. He could do the work himself. Once he found Harlem, he could almost be sure she'd know where to find Cinna and El, Aly on the other hand would be a more difficult catch..
He was well on his way through the forest when he caught sight of Khalids retreating pelt. Khalid was with Lampos..Surely he would have went towards where Shaw and the teachers went, not towards the forest. A sly grin crossed his face as he pursued the male. "Lampos is the opposite way, Assassin. Unless youre planning on joining Balius for the day. Khalid, perhaps you may want to return to the Teachers."

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Adjusting to the pack was not an easy thing, especially for the little loner. Harlem, whom had previous lived life in the fast lane moving with the prey living off whatever she could scavenge or kill, was not happy here. She hated the structure. She hated the work, the leaders, the stringy prey that they thought was the best in the world, not to mention the prick that thought he could boss her around and tell her what to do. The single delight she had found in the pack was their outposts, the tall spiral ruins, the tree tops hung with climbing ladders, the ease of breath from there kept her spirit free. She wouldnt think she could survive if not for the miniature escape to freedom the outposts gave. It was an added bonus that the watch towers gave her a bird eye view of the packs activity.
After she'd met each of the pack, she slowly began to recognize pelts, see habits forming. It was a secret amusment to her to watch the leader follow the pink wolf around like a lost pup, or see the odd rhino horned peace maker search for flowers for his lover. Every now and then he'd even spot the ever serious council members wander away together for an evening. Of course, some of this may be innocent, but Harly could hardly care, her smirks and jokes were from the others, she was hardly one to laugh with them, but rather at them. She only wished that little vagabond she'd met in the desert was there to share them with her. He'd see the cruelty of the packs structure, he'd seen far worse, but thats besides the point.
Harly blinked, honestly most her train of thought had been besides the point. Her point was, was she disliked the pack. Her paws itched to roam, to run with the birds when they flew over head to where ever they led her. She sighed as she watched the pricks pelt leave the meeting the pack had just held. She was sure that he'd be in search for the rest of their squad. Her ears twitched. Speaking of.. She scanned the forest, searching for the pelts of the lost leader and his squire-like maiden. El and Cinna? She could have sworn to see them at some point.. Even so. Her eyes darted back to the prick. Looks like he'd found someone to bother. She leapt to her paws and began the rocky descent from the ruined outpost, leaping from tatter to tatter, avoiding the broken false ledges. Once grounded, she was off without a moments hesitation, searching for the two.

Because the RP is dead I will automatically set into phase 1 1/2 to 2. Que the rain, and lets begin!

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Xerxes paused something in the air wasn't right. His patrol had just strolled back into camp from an exhausting hike up hills near the mountain rages. No rain. Just clouds. Black heavy clouds, waiting to torment the Soturie under it. Everyone was scattered about working like ants building a hive before a storm.

That one moment before the rain, a roll of thunder, a flash of lighting, and the cry of the wind. It began.

"TO YOUR COMMON ROOMS. NOW." A command the king wouldn't fallow himself not tell his last guardian was counted inside.

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Ava

The female was pulling her wait then the thunder bounced into her head and then she registered what it was. Rain! It was the rain! It soaked her dry back. Sighing, she began a dreadful walk to the common room of the guardians. But wait, where was Blade, Bane, and Nike? Her siblings. Ava frantically tossed her head about looking for them.
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Cinna

The first thought in his mind was to stay, to bask in the rain. But, it wasn't just rain...it was a storm. Danger...my pack...? He pushed Ava forward. "Ava. They are capable of fallowing the orders of Xerxes. They'll be in the dens in no time."

Xerxes
Xerxes stood in the rain watching his pack take commands. Thunder kept rolling, and the lighting would crack the sky open, like a beam of light wanting its way out of the dark clouds. This was not the light storm he was waiting for...this was a...monsoon.

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Ava
"Shes here - shes here- but-but- I haven't seen the boys? Where could they be." Ava was everywhere, scattered speech I mean. She hatted storms, all she wanted was to be huddled in her bed covered by moss.

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Cinna
"Ava, Nike. Don't worry for your brothers, they'll be here. They may not have heard Xerxes orders yet." He pressed his head on his grand daughters shoulder to comfort her, not for the brother who weren't there yet, but for the fear of the storm he saw in her eyes.