Don’t apply this to a bone thing it looks weird

Nah it's fine, you're all welcome to stay. I'm just gonna watch the show. It's getting kinda juicy.

(Pulls out a bucket of fishsticks.)

~CL1

Forgot CL1 claimed this dye. I saw Dark one came here and banged a special keyboard with those symbols so I had to give some respect. Also, I don’t think I would want to get rid of shadow, maybe just… trap her in a jar if she’s being bad. Then if she tries to be bad in the jar, I’ll violently shake the jar or poke it, who knows. Also, if you do turn on me and try to kill me, it’ll be the worst mistake you’ve ever made.

-Lamprey

Dont listen to that lying Dark One, he'll turn on you the moment he gets the chance

"No i wont-"

I already know you will, now SHUT IT!

"Ok ok!"

-shadow

Procoptodon chronicles: 90%

Better then my stories!

-Apex

I hear by take this coloring for the rebellion

<:NEXUS:>

Agh, sorry I took so long, I had finals this week and some midterms next week. I've had a nap, and I've posted 12 now, so I feel like going back to sleep.

~CL1's too tired to role play CL3. Maybe next time -_-

O~O

~CL1 has never heard you yell...

(3)

... and as he padded back to

Snowblind's body to drag it out of the camp he looked back up at Outlander. What had he said? This would be the last time

she saw him? As he bent down to grab Snowblind's scruff, she stopped him. "Bone," she called, motioning for him to come

to her. The bleeding from her neck had stopped, but her shattered ribs still cried out in pain, and she was hesitant to disturb

them. He padded forward, hanging head low. "Sit," she said, tapping her tail on the ground next to her.

"I need to get this carcass out of here," he protested. "It will attract scavengers if-"

She rolled her eyes and groaned theatrically, "Just sit." He grumbled, but gave in with a sigh and sat next to her. "Happy?"

He murmered. They watched the sun begin to retreat from its high throne, making its way to the hills in the distance where it

would rest. Outlander thought back to what her mother had said. "You are not an 'it,' Bone. You are a 'who," she said with

finality.

Bone made no sound, but Outlander could have sworn she had seen the slightest break of a tear in his eye. "You have a

heart, a mind, and a soul just like any other wolf. You aren't a monster at all ... I think it's taken me too long to truely realize

that." There was silence for a moment more as the sun met the ground. "There is," Bone said after a while, "one last thing I

need to do." He placed a rough skeletal paw on her head lightly and lowered her head to the ground. "Close your eyes," he

said. Outlander obeyed, noticing everything had begun to sound far away. "And dream."

Outlander found herself greeted by the astral forest once again. "Hello?" She called out.

"Outlander," a voice called from behind her. She turned to see Bone, or at least what she believed to be Bone. His skin and

fur were completely intact and his voice, while still low and gravely, didn't have the rasp years of wear had put on his lungs.

He looked ALIVE. "Bone?" she murmured in awe. "Welcome to the Forever Grounds," he said with a smile. He turned and

padded off quickly, shouting, "Follow me!" over his shoulder. Her short legs struggled to keep pace with giant bounds of the

mythical wolf. As she ran pasts she could see whisps of ghost wolves running along side her, a magnificent phantom pack

howling at the moon.

Bone pulled her aside from the phantom chase, leading her to a familiar spot. She could see the large tree in the distance,

and Scavenger still sat under it, speaking with a two other coyotes. "I made her a promise," Bone said, looking down at

Outlander, "that I would keep you safe, and that once I had done what the ancestors had asked, I would reunite you." Tears,

set on her eyelids, and the thought occuring to her to say something she should have said many times before. "Thank you."

She ran into the glade, stopping before the tree. All three coyotes turned to her before the two strangers said farewell to

Scavenger and padded away into the forest of stars.

Now Scavenger alone sat under the tree. Outlander couldn't bring herself to move forward as she thought how she had

betrayed her sister and allied with her enemy. "Outlander," the coyote said, her voice bringing comfort like her mother's. "All

has been forgiven," she said, seemingly reading Outlander's thoughts. A smile broke across her face as she greeted her

sister for the first time in many years. Scavenger touched her forhead to Outlander's before looking back to Bone. "Thank

you for honoring your promise," she called. He nodded from the distance, silently.

"He really is quite sweet, isn't he, when he isn't bent on killing you?" Scavenger said with a laugh. Outlander looked at her

fearsome guardian. A white wolf she didn't recognize had appeared next to him. "He's hurting," she said quietly to

Scavenger. "He has been for a long time."

"So have you," Scavenger remarked sincerely. "That grudge you held with him was not on my behalf, but yours. You were

alone, and you blamed him."

Outlander's ears pinned as the truth shot like daggers into her heart. "Why are you telling me this?" she asked, quietly.

"Because you aren't alone," Scavenger laughed her eyes sparkeling with mirth, "You never have been, so you can finally let

go of this burden you've been holding on to." She looked back to the hill where Bone and the white wolf were speaking. "He

isn't the only one that needed to bloom," she said with a smile that melted Outlander's resentment. "You've both made it,

you've both bloomed."

(2)

... his brother's death. He would kill her, torture her even. "He followed all of us."

"But he came to speak to you."

Outlander swallowed, her heart thudding, but she was spared the trouble of answering as Snowblind padded over to his

brother's mutilated corpse. Heads poked out of the bushes, and Phantasm's face fell immediately as she shot out of the

bushes and ran to her son's carcass. "The beast was here, mother," Snowblind sighed. "Snowbank attacked it foolishly."

The alpha looked up coldly, her tear-filled eyes meeting Outlander's. The coywolf resisted the urge to shrink away from the

alpha's gaze. It would only have been incriminating. Phantasm turned to face the pack. "The hunt is over. I've lost my son.

We're going home.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Outlander stared at the field before her, her heartbeat blending in with the roar of the rain on the landscape. She looked

back over her shoulder where two wolves sat, blocking the path back home. They had led her here on Snowblind's orders,

and though she wasn't exactly sure what the purpose of her being here was, she had a good idea. Snowblind could read it

on her face. Her fear betrayed her, and knowing what she did, he couldn't let her live, so he sent her out on an "assignment,"

escorted by two of his most trusted guards. There was no description, no orders, but it didn't matter. Outlander knew what

this assignment was about.

Her usefulness had run out, and so had her time.

Her escorts snarled, pushing her into the field. "This is where you go alone," one of them growled. Outlander looked back at

the field. It was innocent-looking, but Snowblind was clever. There could be an ambush at any second. It would only take a

few wolves to put her down quickly.

As she stepped out from the cover of the trees and the heavy raindrops pelted her like fragments of ice, Outlander looked up

at the sky. She couldn't see the stars through the rain, but she knew they were there. Her mother had told her that wolves

saw the stars as their ancestors and loved ones, passed on to a place in the sky where they looked down on the living.

Outlander didn't understand, nor did she believe it, but as she walked to her certain death, she couldn't help hoping it was

true.

"Mother," she murmered, hardly able to hear herself over the slap of raindrops on mud, "If you're up there, please, send

help. Send someone, something..."

"Outlander?"

It was a hiss in the night, easy to miss. Outlander looked around, her eyes catching the immistakable skeletal frame of a wolf

caked in mud across the field.

"Well," she grumbled to her mother's invisible ghost, "You certainly have a sense of humor."

But as Bone approached, and it became clear that he was not the bloodthirsty beast but the tired, sad old wolf, she found

she could hold no anger or resentment. She felt only relief. In a world where everyone was turning against her at every

second, Bone was the only truely transparent soul she had met thus far, and right now, he was her only chance at safety.

"Wait!" She hissed across the field. He stopped suddenly, his ears pricked and alert. Outlander scanned the field. Still no

sign of an ambush. "Be careful."

After a moment of strange silence, Bone spoke. "I'm here about Snowblind, not you," he said, daring to step closer.

Outlander winced at every cracked branch, waiting to leapt upon by Snowblind's executioners, but the attack never came.

"Phantasm appeared in the Forever Grounds," he continued. "She said Snowblind killed her."

Outlander nodded. "He lured her towards an angry bear," she said, looking around in paranoia. "He sent me here, to kill me.

He knows I know."

"But why-"

Bone stopped suddenly. "What is that?"

Outlander pricked her ears. Over the constant drone of raindrops, a sound like thunder was rising slowly and steadily. She

looked around, catching movement on the ridge above. "A herd of elk..." she trailed off in disbelief.

A stampede? For one measely coywolf?

Then she looked at Bone, the unkillable myth. A few wolves wouldn't get rid of him, but a thousand thundering hooves might.

He had been following Outlander all this time, and Outlander had thought back to the night of Snowbank's death.

"He came to speak to you," echoed Snowblind's words.

"Snowblind," she murmered bitterly. "Ever so clever."

The alpha may not have known Bone would be there, but he had certainly counted on it.

Chapter Thirty-Two

The wolves had decided on electing Ashsky alpha almost immediately. She had proven her loyalty and dedication to the

pack, as well as her sound judgement and good intentions. With Bone's approval of the situation, they began dragging theirdead away to be buried, leaving Snowblind's body alone for the elements and vultures to have as a final disrespect to the

vile, would-be alpha.

Bone hesitantly helped them bury the fallen, a final proof that he was not the monster they feared, and ...

Psst. Pres., I have infiltrated CL1's gator guild because I can shapeshift, I have stolen plans for an attack on yo- wait. Is this a public messa-

-Doom has disappeared

Ooooohhhh.... bloody.... hehe.

And no, I don't have any pets, sorry... hmmm.

I do play Disney Mirrorverse though, if you play that too. Maybe that's an option?

~CL1

I still figured it out, didn't I. Don't forget hehe.

~Classic Lok1

Tom Hiddleston. But you were close!

And that’s exciting! I’ll be sure to check it out!

NO, Temptation was BAD. I don’t even know where I was going with it! But yeah, a lot of things gestured to

I being DTG. But you were wrong, HA-HA!

And thank you, DX! I love the layers of everything that the story has to offer as well.

- President Loki

I told you Temptation was good. And to be fair, there were a lot of things that pointed to you being DTG.

~Classic Lok1

Your story has so many layers, I love it!! Keep going.

-DX

I love Marvel and yes I know Loki is a god but I forgot the name of his actor

-DX

I remember mentioning this, but I don't think we ever fully thought of a reason: Bone and Outlander coming together due to a common struggle. At first I said poachers (which I hate that idea now) but now it's looking like Snowbilnd is going to be an antagonist so what if they're both up against him?

I feel like he'll become alpha after his mother has an "accident" (because he definently seems like the kind that would have his own mother assasinated for power lol). He hates Bone for obvious reasons, and I guess he could just find half breeds disgusting and run Outlander out when she's no longer useful to him. Maybe he should have the pack hunt both of them down, so they have to work together to bring him down?

Thoughts?

~Classic Lok1

Great minds, my friend, great minds. And man, I'm loving Bone's inner struggle right now, you wrote him so well! I'm loving how this collab is tutning out.

~Classic Lok1

Hey DX, just curious, are you a Marvel fan? Do you even know who Loki is? XD

- President Loki