We Are One [Main Role Play]

A heavy threat filled the night air... Warriors wore their harnesses, weapons at the ready, eyes glinting in the moonlight as they faced the oncoming threat of the Felidae. This battle had been coming for a long time, and it was now coming to a head. Cinna rose up his voice, followed by Haymitch, Cinna's ever present helper, and their pack charged into battle. The next morning, however, though the enemy lay defeated, there were to many broken bodies upon the battle field to count. Cinna's pack had gone from a powerful resistance to the Felidae threat to nothing more than a small grouping of wounded Soturies. That was 20 years ago...

Eventually, Cinna took his wounded followers and led them along, in hopes of finding something to help them. Eventually they came upon Xerxes' pack, and Xerxes saw fit to let them absorb into his ranks. However, Cinna and Haymitch, and all the other heirs to Cinna's pack, shed their second set of horns once they submitted to Xerxes. While Haymitch put up a fight and left, Cinna stayed. Even though many hackles still raise sometimes over who should be the leader, the rightful and true King remains Xerxes, and even though many follow him begrudgingly, they do so. Now, it is time for the two packs to truly become one.

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While the two packs are now merged, members of Cinna's pack and members of Xerxes' pack are still sizing each other up and still getting to know each other, and the new pack members are trying to settle  down into an unfamiliar place.

Xerxes sighed(around a catch[boar] he had in his mouth) as a cold spay of rain bounced of his thick fur. He steadily made his way to his target, though the slippery rocks hindered some of his steps. Slowly he places his feet forward yet he slips - leaving him on the soaking wet rock. The brute let out a huge groan - after he had regained his breath. 'That will leave a bruise..' The large animal pulled himself up only to begin limping his way back to camp as fast as his bruised side would let him.
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Back at camp Xerxes set the boar down, in the roots of the tree hoping to shelter it from the rain. Slipping down into the roots he found a much smaller kill to eat. Once he realized that he was laying on his bruised side he jerked himself up only to lay in a more awkward position. More content with this position he continued to rip into the small deer he had picked for himself.

Nadir the Guardian

Awaken by the sound of rain, Nadir arose from his cozy bed in the dens. He had slept alone just like every other night. He knew he had to check the perimeter of the pack lands soon. So he stood, shook his coat, and proceeded to walk outside. The air was humid and relentless. And yet, it still had a calming effect. Nadir saw a dark figure in the distance under a large tree and presumed it to be Xerxes, his pack leader. The one who had been kind enough to take him in after a Soturie from his pack had found Nadir as a cub. He decided to ask his king if he could be of any service to him. So he walked to Xerxes in a manner that showed no threat and bowed to him. "King Xerxes, could I be of any assistance to you today?"

What had become of their once so great pack? Freja was looking at her old packmembers with dismay and concern filled in her eyes. Haymitch had broken apart from them upon learning the new ways of their new pack, and Freja felt hopelessly alone in this big, new world. It had been intolerably stupid to go fight against the vile cat-creatures, and their losses had been many. After reaching the pack, the once outgoing and finely groomed fae had escaped into a silent, ragged version of herself, her eyes flickering suspiciously at everyone passing by her.

The worst had been the loss of her title. Cinna had always been the one, true leader for her and she'd been oh-so-proud to call herself his daughter. However, now they'd all been stripped from these titles of princesses, princes and heirs and whatnot, and now stood quite alone in the new environment. "King" was a new term for her, but alas that was what this new leader of theirs called himself. Quite ridiculous, if anything they should call themselves alphas, similar to their pack. She had snorted with disbelief upon learning as much about the soturie who'd taken them in after their horrible defeat. Their camp was totally different as well, and as much as she tried she couldn't find herself welcome or at home in this new place.

Staring over the clearing she spotted the 'king' walking home with his prey, and one of his pawns walking up to him and asking humbly if something was to be done. She'd admit as much, Xerxes had good control over his peasants. Freja's light yellow eyes followed the two warriors with care, narrowed lightly and with a discontent expression on her face.

Nadir nodded and said "Yes your highness." He slowly approached the unimpressed female. "Would you care to join us? Xerxes asked. Maybe he has something important to speak with you about." She had a cold sense to her, and it gave Nadir an uneasy feeling. He felt as though death did not scare her. Interesting. She was once a princess, he thought. She doesnt seem to act like a typical princess. She seemed....grouchy.

Spyros had kept up with his old pack mates, and though he didn't trust anyone but Garrus really, he still felt loyal to Cinna and his heirs than some vagabond pack with some brute who decided he was 'king'. He almost snickered as the 'king' himself walked into the clearing, limping like he'd ran into some pack of felidae. Spy had climbed up on a tree, on a lower branch since his leg was still injured from the last time him and his pack were slaughtered. He saw Freja being approached by some brute from Xeres pack and even though at one point in his life he'd thought her and her siblings weak and spoiled, he was tempted to go and make sure she wasn't being bugged by him. He Just huffed and scratched his head on the tree trunk, almost enjoying the noise his horns made against the tree.

Nike giggled as she chased the vines, her big grey eyes dancing and she leaped forward to grab a vine and missed gasping and glancing at the vine as she tumbled forward into the clearing. "Oof." She said as she slid to a stop her face hit the ground and her butt was in the air. "Awww man.." She huffed and rolled over, feigning defeat. She had been promoted to Gaurdian and was happy. Her siblings had different positions, but she went to see them all the time that she could and sort of took her job lightly like an adventure. She always had fun and asked plenty of questions.

((Sorry for the belated reply!))

To her big surprise, one of the two approached her. Nadir, to be exact. Not the 'king' himself - of course he wouldn't bother approaching the common people. She snorted, giving Nadir a chilly glare. "Join you? Hah, if whatever Xerxes has to say to me is important, then he can get off of his royal butt and come over himself," she snapped, looking past Nadir to set her icy gaze into the king. "If that was all," she said and got to her paws, turning her strangely light yellow eyes to Nadir again, "I'll be on my way".

With those words she turned around and walked off, refusing to spare the 'king' another look. He had done nothing to gain her trust, and sending a messenger to summon her was just confirming this. Frowning she looked up to see a gray figure in the tree, squinting her eyes to get a good look of who it was. She recognized Spyros to some degree, and huffed. Despite him being an old pack mate of hers, she had never talked much with the male. Thus she continued her way out, stopping only to pick up her equipment.