ALISTAIR ;
His beautiful night with Irina was short lived, he didn't realize just how soon this war was coming. But he was happy, happy that he got to lay with a beautiful woman. He would be alright with dying today. His milky way pelt danced into the battle field as he ran up on any and all who opposed him and his Queens pack. But he felt someone from behind tackle him as he reached the clashing packs. His starlit eyes looked to the attacker, confused - Until he saw . . . "Redd . . . " He spoke quietly, almost unable to believe it was truly him. Before he could apologize, or speak more, he began to feel pain. It was too late, he was at Redds mercy. He wished he could do it all over again, take back every time he missed with his son. But he couldn't find it in his heart to fight back or blame him. Tears streamed down his eyes. "I'm so . . . glad you're alive . . . " He spoke quietly, between pained breaths from the attacks. Everything faded to black, and his pelt dimmed with his life . . . [DEATH OF ALISTAIR]
LAZARUS FROM SABERTOOTH ;
Lazarus had been assigned to spy on the dead of Hawthorne, yet it was a silent job as of late. No one had died, but old spirits told stories of the King who released a great evil from the mountains prison of Hawthorne, and the war that would carry out. The African Wild Dog lass walked carefully, treading to be on the lookout and hidden. What she saw was an absolute bloodbath, her mismatched eyes wide as she took it all in. Hawthorne, and they rallied with Amberbjorne and Dawnshire against Tarben, Nightingale, and Sindir. Her breath heaved in her chest, nervous as she stepped backwards. But her eyes had been locked onto by another, a male. She began to go into a panic attack, shaking as he neared her. But she had nowhere to run to, wolves were fighting everywhere. "Please . . . I'm not involved!"
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"Always waking in your sleep . . ."
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