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Sorry, yeah the Tina situation kind of shook me. Didn't really want to talk for a bit after that, felt kind of disrespectful to just go on with everything as if nothing happened.
Kind of a "moment of silence" thing I guess. I don't know.
~CL1
Check out this thing I wrote during a conversation with a friend, Mom!
There are a lot of kids in my neighborhood. They love playing in the street but they’re careful when cars come. They always like when I come out to play with them and their favorite game is chase. They can’t run fast and they always laugh when I catch them. I look down at the empty plate in front of me and sit back in my chair. I’m out of food now and I’ll have to get more, but that’s easy. After all, there are a lot of kids in my neighborhood.
Aren’t you proud of me?
- President Loki
You deserve to be ghosted for the ranch thing. But luckily for you, I’m a very blessed and kind person.
I love this book so much already, man- the names of the alphas in the prologue are just so >>
For some reason the name Noon really pleases me?
- President Loki appreciates your dungeon entertainment
The Book of the Barghest
CHAPTER THREE
The moon glowed brightly overhead, its face unshielded by clouds in the night sky. Normally the croaking of frogs and the
chirping of crickets would have filled the night air of Lake Pack, but with dead creatures polluting the water and no green
vegetation for a good distance, there was hardly any living thing out here besides the wolves that called the now-devastated
oasis home. Slow movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he shifted his weight, taking a few steps
out of the entrance of the alpha den before looking over his shoulder.
Gar was laying sprawled on her side with her back facing him, but he knew without a doubt that she wasn’t asleep; she had
yet to sleep since the night their pups died. He wouldn’t be surprised if her bloodshot eyes were boring holes in the dirt
walls of the den as she pictured Manta’s face. Part of him wanted to stay, was convinced that his mate needed him now
more than ever, but the other part of him knew that he had already tried everything he could think of, and the only thing left
was to give her some time to process alone.
Besides, there were other problems to attend to now.
He fully exited the den, following the hunched shape of the Oracle in the distance and easily catching up with the shambling
elder. She looked up as the alpha fell in step with her, giving a small grunt and a nod. “It’s time,” she muttered, continuing
towards the beach. While Lake Pack was usually found lounging in and near the water at all times, the spreading illness and
the unwell state of the lake was enough to keep them further inland for now, so all that greeted them was barren patches of
sand and pebble.
The elder stopped at what appeared to be a tightly packed clump of moss sitting on the shore away from the water, and she
picked it up before heading towards the water. With the flick of her head, she threw the moss into the water where the thin
clumps of vegetation began to unfurl and seemingly grow in the water. For a moment, the two watched the moss drift further
into the lake with very little to see, and then — slowly but surely — the moss began to give off a faint green glow, getting
stronger with each passing second until soon the entire lake seemed to be glowing the radioactive green color.
Starbloom had been the Packs’ method of communicating the need for a meeting for as long as the Oracle had lived and
discovered the odd plant, and with watchers from every pack on guard, there was most certainly a wolf from each headed to
alert their alpha of the development right now. The message was always the same: “It’s time to meet. Midnight, tomorrow at
Dawn’s Fountain.”
Whitewave had to admit, he wasn’t ready to surrender news of his certain failure in front of the other Pack Alphas. They
already thought so little of him since he hailed from Sled Pack, the pack of wolf-dogs. Proving his worth as the alpha of a
pack other than Sled had been difficult enough, but to admit he had failed in his duty to them all and quite possibly risked
every one of them being killed? Well, that was simply too much.
~CL1 didn't feel like fixing this one, but anyway, this is the last one I had written.
The Book of the Barghest
PROLOGUE
Thunder without rain crackled in the sky above, dark clouds looming over the cliffside as the dark hound was backed to the edge by the four snarling maws. Even at the edge of death, the hound was smiling a crooked smile as it looked upon its work. The timid mahogany wolf was limping from a deep wound to his back leg. The silver she-wolf that stood next to him
had a gash running down the center of her skull. The slate wolf with striking eyes had a set of claw marks on his stomach. They were already dead, the hound knew, the large golden wolf in the lead, however, had yet to be marked.
“So,” the grinning hound chuckled. “This is how it ends?”
“I told you, Barghest,” the golden wolf snarled, “Your reign of terror on these packs would end with your death.”
The Barghest shook its head. “My ‘death’ will only be the start of a new era of pain.”
“Noon, shut its mouth already and let this be over!” The silver wolf snarled, wincing at the pain in her head as she strained herself.
The slate wolf nodded, still maintaining his composure though gushing blood from his belly. “I agree with Dawn for once. Just kill him so we can all go home.”
Noon glanced at his allies before looking back at the hound, who only laughed at the threat. “Well,” the Barghest said with a cocked head, “What do you say you and I have one last dance?”
Noon took up the offer without a word, leaping at the hound and tumbling until they were both dangerously close to the edge.
The Barghest struggled for only a moment, feigning weakness as the golden wolf towered over it. “This ends today,” Noon snarled.
The Barghest’s grin grew wide. “Oh, I wholeheartedly agree.” It wrestled a paw free, digging its claws deep into the place that housed Noon’s heart. The golden alpha howled in pain, pulling away from the hound before pouncing down on it and slamming the beast’s head into the rocks. A long wheeze followed by a hair-raising cackle emanated from the hound’s maw.
“I fail to see the humor in your demise,” Noon growled, his eyes narrowed. The Barghest’s eyes widened as it continued to laugh in the grave wolf’s face. “You just don’t get it, do you? You’re already dead, all of you!”
With that, the slate alpha wobbled on his legs a bit before dropping to the ground. The others turned back to look at him. “Midnight!” Noon shouted, without a reply from the slate wolf. Noon turned his head to the timid red alpha. “Dusk, get him back to his pack.” The shaky wolf nodded frantically before Noon turned back to the hound. The Barghest’s laugh had been reduced to a chuckle now. “He won’t get far, believe me.”
Noon had lost all patience for the hound, grabbing the beast by its neck and hauling him further over the cliff.
“Die,” the golden alpha growled as best as he could with his mouth full before releasing his grip and letting the Barghest fall to the jagged rocks below. A crack of thunder sounded in sync with the snapping of the hound’s spine as it broke over two of the pointed rocks, one stabbing through its lumbar and the other through its throat. The pain lasted only for a moment before its legs went numb. Impaled on the spikes, the Barghest continued to laugh maniacally. “You … you should have
listened to your oracle,” it howled up to Noon. A sickening tearing sound could be heard as the three portions of its body were slowly and painfully pulled apart, and still, it continued to laugh.
“Rot in the Shadow Seas, monster,” Noon hissed down to him.
“When I come back,” the Barghest grinned. “I’ll escort you there myself. That’s a promise.” The numb sensation in its back legs became something else entirely, and in an instant the hound knew that the back half of its body was gone, falling into one side of the dark abyss below as the rest of it tumbled in the other direction.
“What have you done?!” cried a voice from behind. The golden alpha turned his head to face the elderly, half-blind she-wolf staring down at Midnight’s shivering body. Dusk hadn’t had the strength to take the slate alpha back down to where the members of Pasture Pack were waiting. “Oracle,” Noon breathed, his voice hitching a bit. He knew he was wrong; he knew he had blatantly disobeyed the Oracle’s command, and yet he couldn’t help but hope. He hoped that, for once, the
wise elder wolf could be wrong. “It’s dead. The hound is gone; we vanquished it.”
The Oracle only shook her head, her eyes narrowing in a fit of rage for a moment before quickly becoming a look of mournful disappointment. “No, you didn’t.” Her voice grew quieter and broke as if she were on the verge of tears. “You’ve only doomed us all.
~CL1 was gracious and fixed the spacing.
1: Dude how are we ending this story XD
2: I’m sorry I’ve been so absent! Very busy lately
3: Am I the only one with this glitch where it says there are no tips anywhere (or at least, very few)?
- President Loki
You uh... You still there Pres?
~CL1
Oh yikes… anxiety attacks? I’m so sorry, dude, ick. I’ll add that to my prayers.
I’ve been on and off busy haha, though school’s been nice to me with minimal stress. Finally took up fashion design (I know, a Loki being bougie with clothes, how unlikely) and that’s been fun!
Also brought a new dog home on Monday- crazy but a lot of fun!
And also reread Waning Unity and cried again
- President Loki
Oh gee, thanks so much
Do they actually drop this? (Filler)
THAT’S OKAY HAHA, I just wanted to know if you were still alive. I’m glad that you are.
Yayaya I want to hear more about your psychotic life!
Gimme the food
- President Loki
Happy New Year… 👀
Why am I on your list? What have I ever done??
My resolution is to finish A Lone Howl among other things. And to get you to stop teasing me.
- President Loki
Your slowness is contagious, now I find it hard to write
-_-
~CL1
(P.S. PLEASE tell me you've seen the old lady that replaced some of the creature pictures. I'm not just losing, right?)
Kriff, I’m so sorry that my chapter took me so long. It should be posted now, though!
- President Loki
Sorry, sorry, Olive Dungeon.
Wait, wouldn’t that mean I’m in prison?
I’m not paying any rent until I get some decent food around here. I’ve been eating furniture for months.
- President Loki ):(
Yes’m, that’s unofficially part of ITFOS :)
- President Loki
OooOOOOOo Nice Rage one-shot and Snowbank making a cameo was a pleasent surprise! This seemed like it maybe lead into ITFOI perhaps?
~CL1
Here’s a Rage one-shot for you
Silence was a rare treat and was greatly accepted within the Opposite. When there weren’t sounds of bloody assassination or violent birdsong ringing through the rancid and dangerous woodland, it could almost be considered peaceful, were it not a place of deadly intemperance.
Even rarer was a period of time, an oasis of rest, where Rage Itself was not lurking amongst the real world. These rare moments came few and far between. But regardless, the silence was brief.
“You can’t tell me that Innocence has another student,” said the harsh voice of Bone’s elder brother Cliff. Rage sat up from his place in the blood-colored dirt, cocking one ear in the unstable wolf’s direction, a welcoming gesture for complaints. “You said that you wouldn’t let another one discover their powers. What happened to your promises?”
“I’m sure he’s got a mighty fine plan,” Woad spat scathingly, her judgmental tone clearly hoping to drill daggers into Rage’s conscience. However, she failed to do so, as at this point Rage was not affected by the words of others. Though he certainly enjoyed to pretend to be.
Pivoting towards the trio of wolves complaining behind him, he fixated them with a grin. Their scornful voices fell silent instantly as he gave them his attention. He was sure that, in addition to his cracking smile, his pupils were dilated into almost nothing, giving pale blue rings of insanity for them to look into. “We shan’t complain here in the forest, hm?” he asked them jestingly, pushing himself to his feet and stalking towards them. His open ribcage rattled in the sulfurous wind that moaned through the treetops, his open throat feeling drier than ever due to the gusts that embraced them.
Cliff scoffed and Thistle retaliated with, “You can’t expect us NOT to complain!” Woad looked on judgmentally, though her previously talkative self had seemed to have fallen precariously silent now that Rage was addressing them.
Rage’s ears flipped to the side as a new sound- that of footfalls over the boggy forest floor- teased his ears. He snapped his head in that direction, teeth clicking together and ankle joints grinding into one another in their painful way. The contrasting white body of Snowbank was approaching, his ears angled back, his footsteps careful.
The battle-worn wolf was never comfortable in the Opposite, unable to settle. Probably because Rage was the one who killed him in the first place. But then again, that was true of many wolves that walked the dark forest.
“Good morning, Snowbank,” Rage offered as the wolf drew nearer. He eyed Rage with nervousness, his expression and posture lacking any trace of trust. “To what do I owe the pleasure? Or, better would it be if I asked, what have you come to complain about today?”
Snowbank grunted out a sigh full of frustration. “No one can find food again,” he said warily. “We’re all worried that we’re going to starve in these ancestor-forsaken woods. Nothing to eat, barely anything to drink…”
Rage twitched both of his ears. “Then do better,” he stated.
Woad, Thistle, and Cliff shifted uneasily behind him. The three of them had been around long enough to tell when Rage was at his breaking point; they could hear it in his voice, see it in his eyes. Snowbank, however, wasn’t as attuned to boring these things. “Do better?” he snarled, ears flattening to his head. His lips twitched upward to show a flash of teeth that Rage took no care for. “Why don’t YOU do better? You brought us all here, with all of your killing. You should be providing us with food, not sitting here wasting the day away while we starve!”
Rage was no longer laughing along with their spiteful words, and he instead stared intently into Snowbank’s eyes, the frustration of the wolves around him funneling into his heart and swelling up into a whirlwind of fury. He lunged forward with a snap of teeth, looming over Snowbank and puffing hot, rancid air into his face. Snowbank’s eyes went wide and the white wolf struggled to hold eye contact against the bone beast that towered over him.
“Do better,” he snarled. “Eat each other if you so badly want food. I grow tired of your complaints,” he added, tossing his head around to address the trio from earlier as well. “The end is drawing near for all of us but we must remain patient.”
“Patience isn’t easy,” Thistle argued, though he held his head submissively low.
“Believe me,” Rage Itself rumbled, “I know.”
- President Loki
(Thanks for chapter 30 :))
Oh, so it isn’t just me who gets overly excited/anxious when awaiting a new chapter during a collab? Good. I was worried that I was insane or something. Hahaha. (I’m not, right?)
I LOVE that little Canary story and I also love Canary. Boy, do I love giving wolves mental ailments!
My favorite character- at least from the ALH universe- has got to be Rage. He’s just so fun, and he’s got so much raw insanity. I’ll write up a little short story about him for you because I’m so nice!
- President Loki
…P.S., I’ve been meaning to ask but have failed to up until this point. Are you strictly a Marvel fan or do you also watch Star Wars?
And you won’t hear me yell again. Okay? Okay.
(…except I also need chapter thirty, so give me that one, too. Pretty please. With a cherry or some sort of dessert topping.)
This collaboration has been fun so far in my opinion, what about you? I like Lume’s and Fraser’s relationship. :)
- President Loki is fantastic at anger management
Ok guys, admit it. Someone keeps impersonating me. I don’t know who it is but they keep doing it. I wrote “Seeing with more than eyes” , “the songbird”, and “the paw print path” here on Dododex but I didn’t write “the Shadowmanes curse”. Idk who is but pls STOP! I’m legitimately wondering is it one of u?! Pls stop! #FF4L. ✌️
-A VERY angry Ghost.