Werewolves of London

(July 2nd. Open to BatB wolves and Mooch. Takes place after dark)

"AW-AW-AW-AWWWWOOOOOO!" Mooch was howling at the moon, sitting on a hill far away from the hero's camp. The dog was mixed up. He was part deer, after the Great Prince trained him, part dog and part wolf. It was one of those nights where he missed Akela. The wolf trained him well, even if they knew each other for a short period of time. "AW-AW-AW-AWOOOOOO!"

Mooch missed being a wild dog. He missed running and taking what he wanted when he wanted. With all the dogs roaming around the camp you'd think he wouldn't be so lonely for his own kind. But spending time with Gurri as much as he was, he didn't get much time for other dogs.

Wagging his tail he raised his head again to howl when he heard a rustle in the grass. He turned his head.

"Aw bloody hell, what sort of howling do you call that!" Mortaray snorted, emerging from the grass and walking up to Mooch. "You really need to practice, instead of sounding like a wolf you sound like coyote!" He snorted again looking down at the smokey furred pup. He sat down and shook his fur before looking at Mooch, and raised fuzzy brow. "Hey, I don't recall meeting you before..." He muttered, his brown eyes trying to memorize the pup's look and try to connect it with something, a name.

He shook his head before trashing his tail about for a moment. He frowned a bit not being able to come up with a name for the pup and gave a huff. "Anyway, like I was saying. Need to practice a bit more on yer howl."

Just then, a high-pitched howl struck through the quiet night air, and bursting out of the brush opposite from Mortaray was a smaller-sized timber she-wolf. Flea lifted her scruffy purple head and let another ear-splitting howl escape her throat, then she planted her rear onto the ground and lifted a paw up to her face in a salute to no one in particular. "Alpha, yes, Alpha!" she said in a solider-like way. She wore a very silly-looking camouflage hat with leaves sticking out of it and had black face paint smeared underneath her eyes. You couldn't be a spy without a spy costume, y'know. Besides, she was practically invisible with it. Flea turned her head to face the wolf who had called her but then noticed that she was not looking at a wolf, but a big-nosed dog instead. She tilted her head in confusion, her tongue hanging out of her mouth which just added more stupidity to her look. "Huh? Who are you?" she asked, rather puzzled. "You certainly aren't no wolf from my pack, that's for sure."

Her thoughts were interrupted as she noticed another figure seated right next to the dog. Her yellow eyes widened with glee. "MORTARAAAAAAAAY!!!!" she exclaimed in happiness, jumping at the larger wolf and wrapping her pathetically skinny arms around the timber wolf's front paws. She buried her face into his fur for a moment before looking up again, wane yellow eyes shining and scruffy tail wagging. "Hey, hi, hello! What's up?" she greeted him happily, oblivious to his dark change in personality. "I was just patrollin' around Nottingham when I thought I heard one of you guys use the gathering howl...and well, I thought I should check it out." She scrambled up to her paws and looked at Mooch. "Who's this guy? He don't look any wolf I've ever seen before." she said thoughtfully, pushing her large helmet back on top her head to prevent it from falling.

It had been exactly two days since Onyx had walked with Mortaray, and she had been feeling great. Latley, the dark-furred canine had been singing to herself a lot more frequently, always thinking of Mortaray as she did so. His voice was just so... Perfect. And his scar. Honestly, the amber-eyed wolfess didn't know why she liked it so much, but, in a sense, it reminded her of her deceased mate. Actually, Mortaray in general reminded her of him. The way the brown-eyed canine talked and walked, it just brought the memories her mate flooding back. Pushing those thoughts aside, the former alphess closed her eyes as she walked, parting her jaws, as well. "There's a fire starting in my heart, reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark" She sang softly, remembering the song she had heard earlier in the day. But her song was shatterred by the sound of a truly miserable howl.

Amber eyes snapping wide open, Onyx traced the sound to the top of hill, where she spotted some dog and... Mortaray. Walking up to the two, she was able to catch the other timber wolf's words. Nodding her head, the amber-eyed wolfess had to admit that she agreed. "Look, you have to howl from your chest. Build it up there, not in your throught, or else it'll end up sounding like, well, that," The dark-furred canine instructed naturally, she had told pups at the pack this so many times, it made her head spin. But it always worked, at least for wolves. It was only after that when Onyx saw her sister burst from the bushes.

"FLEA!" Onyx exclaimed, amber eyes bright as she spotted her smaller sister. The dark-furred wolfess went to hug her sister, only to see what she was exactly wearing. "Okay, what are you wearing?" She asked, rather critically. Once again, her sister had proved to be... Well, herself.

Unable to sleep, Hunter emerged from his den and left camp-intending to do some hunting. Unfortunately, Hunter learned the hard way that it wasn't a good idea to disturb a sleeping rhinoceros and was almost trampled to death. Hunter vowed revenge and decided to hunt in the morning. In the meantime, he would sit on top of his favorite hill and howl at the moon.

"AW-AW-AW-AWWWWOOOOOO!"

"MORTARAAAAAAAAY!!!!"

Hunter turned his head in the direction of the voices and found three figures perched on said hill. "Mooch! Mortaray! Flea!" he called out. Hunter climbed up the hill and sat down. "Didn't expect to find you all here! How are things going in Nottingham, Flea? I love your hat! Anyway, you amateurs want to hear a real howl?" Hunter grinned and straightened up. Nose pointed to the moon, Hunter opened his mouth and took a deep breath-inflating his cheeks. Once he gathered enough air, Hunter opened his mouth once more and emitted the loudest, most obnoxious howl anyone has ever heard.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Two minutes later, Hunter collapsed on the ground and spent the next minute gasping like a fish. "You see..?" he wheezed. "Nothing to it..." The wolf moaned and struggled to stand. Once Hunter managed to get back on his paws, someone caught his eye. “Onyx? Is that…really you?” Hunter suddenly grinned and started bouncing up and down. “IT IS YOU!” Hunter wagged his tail happily. “Remember me? I’m Hunter! I was the..uh…hunter in the pack! I was the wolf Beast threw into a tree!"

Suddenly surrounded by wolves who were criticizing his howling techniques, the dog's ears perked upward as he stared at the pack. Yellow orbs flashed as he stared at them, bigger animals, skinny and ferocious. He tilted his head to the side, maw open slightly. "My name's Mooch," he said, "I was Akela's apprentice. You know...the animal trainer wolf." He shuffled the ground with his feet and snorted softly.

"I thought my howling was good," he muttered. He listened to the ear splitting howl of Hunter. He dug in his ear trying to get the hearing back. "Dude, loud much?" He sneered, "I can howl better than that. Ten times better than that!"

"AH-AH-AHWOOOOOOOOO!"

"ACK!" The wolf couldn't help but shout as all this craziness happen. He gave a violent snarl not towards Flea, whom was still hugging him but just to the pure fact that his ears were gonna bleed if this madness continued. "ENOUGH!" He shouted angrily before looking at Mooch. "You howling is good, it just needs some work and Hunter. I'm not trying to be rude but....SHUT YOUR TRAP!" He barked, baring his teeth and gave a snort before looking at Mooch.

"Anyway...like I was saying. Your howling is good, but not as good as it could be." He said before slipping out of Flea's grasp and shaking his pelt like, before get a little closer to Mooch. "It requires technique as well as soul. It's kind of like singing."

Flea, hearing Hunter first, turned to face her other closest friend. "Oh hey Hunter! Thanks!" she beamed happily, feeling a trillion times better knowing he liked her hat. She looked up thoughtfully. "Things are going okay, but nothing of any real interest is actually happening. Besides Meatball Tuesdays, those are pretty spiffy." she answered him with a shrug. She then whipped around as yet another far too familiar voice hit her ears. "Onyx!!!" she squeaked, turning around to face her sister with a huge smile spread across her face. She spread out her arms ready to meet the other she-wolf's embrace, only to have her stop right in front of her. "Oh, this?" she said, looking up at her hat as Onyx pointed it out. She quickly took it off and hid it behind her back. "Uh...nothing." If there was one thing Flea hated, it was the shame she seemed to bring upon her sibling by being...well, herself. All she wanted to do was make her sister proud of her, not embarressed.

She flattened her ears onto her skull as Hunter let out a howl. She then clapped her paws together repeatedly, a goofy smile on her face. "Encore! Encore!" she yipped in glee. However, she stopped as Mortaray suddenly snapped at his cousin. She cringed a little and frowned. Mortaray seemed a little...different. She was so used to seeing him as a big, huggable goofball that seeing him snarl made her somewhat...afraid. Only then did the tiny she-wolf notice the scars he bore across his eye. "Wow...Where'd you get those wounds from, Mortaray?" she asked him, tilting her head in wonder. Nobody hurt her friends! She jumped to her hind paws and made a fighting stance as if she were boxing. "I'll show em who's boss! Lemme at em! Lemme at em!" She threw a mock punch at the air, causing herself to go off balance and fall to the ground in a pathetic heap. She sat up, eyes rolling around and tiny minature coffee pots floating around her head. "Uhhh...nevermind." she said. She looked at Mooch. "Anyway, the dude speaks the truth. Howling is kinda like singing in a way." she agreed, motioning to Mortaray with a flick of her nicked ear. She smiled at Onyx. "Onyx has the prettiest voice ever! Right sis?" she commented.

"Oh I love Meatball Tuedays!" Hunter exclaimed. "That's probably the only thing I miss about the Animal Villains. That, and perhaps Bologna Weekend." When Mooch mentioned being trained by Akela, Hunter grinned. "Akela? Oh yeah, I remember him! I never actually met him in person, but I've seen him around before. He's was the bravest, strongest wolf in the whole world!" Hunter exclaimed. "I heard that his pack numbered in the thousands and he single-handedly took down an monstrous wolf named Cain. He's practically a legend. Wow, Mooch! You're lucky! I'd give my right arm to be his apprentice!" Hunter smiled and imagined himself standing besides Akela on top of the tallest mountain in the world and having the wind blow through his fur in a majestic manner.

When Mooch claimed he could howl ten times better than Hunter, the latter grinned mischievously. "You're on!" Hunter threw back his head and was about to unleash another obnoxious howl when Mortaray suddenly screamed at him-demanding he 'shut his trap'. For several moments, Hunter awkwardly stood there, unsure of what to do. Was his howl really that bad? Well, Flea seemed to like it, so that couldn't be it. Besides, Mortaray has been acting strange lately. And one thing was for certain. If Mortaray kept acting like this, then Hunter was going to keep as much distance between them as possible. Hunter hated the idea of purposely avoiding Mortaray since said wolf was his cousin. But something about Mortaray scared Hunter. Perhaps it would be best to give Mortaray some space. Just until his cousin gets his act together.

"Eh..on second thought, I'll take your word for it." Hunter told Mooch, avoiding his cousin's crimson eyes. Hunter remained silent until Flea claimed her sister had the prettiest voice ever. Hunter smiled a little. "She sure does." Hunter agreed with a nod. Onyx did have a pretty voice and her howls would sometimes take his breath away.

Looking down at Hunter, Onyx didn't know whether to frown or laugh. Of course she remembered him. The wolf had been such an amazing hunter until he slammed into that tree. After that, the wolf went kinda crazy, he hadn't been any value to the pack. "Of course I remember you, I remember all of my loyal packmates," The dark-furred wolf stated honestly, turning around to look back at her sister. Glad that her sister had gotten rid of the ridiculous hat, the amber-eyed canine leaned forwards and licked the black paint off of her small sister's face. Leaning back, Onyx couldn't help but smile. "There! You look great now!" She woofed happily, only to realize that she had forgotten to mention how she was a spy! "I almost forgot! I heard about how you're a spy! I'm so proud of you!" The former alpha exclaimed, leaning in to give her sister a genuine lick on the cheek.

Looking back over to Mortaray, Onyx couldn't help but agree with him. Hunter's howling was obnoxious, he had every right to yell at his cousin. Call her uptight, but the dark-furred wolfess had to admit that the sheepdog's and the timber wolf's howling was terrible. Honestly, she just felt so unorganized, it almost felt foreign to have all these canines just doing whatever they wanted without being able to yell at them or give them some source of direction. It just made her feel so stressed out, as if nothing productive was going on!

Taking a deep breath, Onyx shook her head slightly, trying to clear her thoughts. Looking back over to Mooch and Mortaray, the amber-eyed canine nodded her head. "Experience, soul, and lots of practice," She stated, looking the at the dark-furred canine. No, the former alphess didn't know who Akela was, but he obviously didn't teach Mooch how to properly howl. Every pup in the pack was taught by thier parents how to howl at a very young age. It was neccessary in case one pup got into trouble and needed to call for help. The packmembers were only supposed to respond to thier own pack's call, so, for obvious reasons, the pups needed to perfect the howl.

Looking back over to her sister, the amber-eyed canine was about to tell her sister how Mortaray had killed an animal villian when she remembered that Flea may have known this animal villian. Better not bring that one up... Onyx thought, scanning her mind for something new to talk about. Only to hear the small she-wolf bring up her singing. Eyes widening, the dark-furred wolfess shot her sister a half nervous, half irritated glance. Yes, the former alphess was proud and stuck up and loved to brag, but the singing thing she liked to keep more to herself. Even if everyone there except for Mooch already knew about her talent, she still found it somewhat embarrassing. After all, that would be another person that knew, and who knows if Mooch could keep a secret. "I'm not that good," Onyx said, blushing slightly.

“Never again. Shall I cuddle with a porcupine. Never, never, never…that is…if it’s all cute and cuddly lookin like tha’ last one.”

Pepsi limped sluggishly through the dense forest, his movements out of step and rigid as he tried to walk with all the quills protruding from his massive physique. “Man. Where is a band-aid when you need one.” he moaned loudly and obnoxiously in the silent night, “Or maybe even a nice silky smooth tongue from a fine young lady.” he leaned back on his haunches and pressed his front paws to his jaws to retain his giggles and hide the scarlet blush that covered his visage.

"AW-AW-AW-AWWWWOOOOOO!"

Hmm. What a unprofessional howl.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Better. But not as good as mine!

"AH-AH-AHWOOOOOOOOO!"

Lame.

“Let me go teach those lame-o’s how to really howl!” Pepsi suddenly threw himself forward, his limps moving in a blur as he trampled the terrain beneath his paws, causing an unnecessary racket. His clumsy paws happened to squash a dandalion and he shrieked in sorrow, “Aww holy hail! Daisy, ma darlin’!” His voice was thick with a fake country accent as he kneeled down and pressed his ebony nose to the dead flower. “Dun leave meh honey!” Scooping the flower into his jaws, he pressed his moist tongue onto the flower, tendrils of drool dripping from his jaws as he took of at neck-breaking speed toward the howling canines. “Emergency! Emergency! Is there a docta in da house?!” Bursting through the foliage, his wide russet irises caught sight of wolves and a sheepdog, however, his hind paw caught on a miniscule rock, that sent him flying, head over heels.

A moment later, the large majestic wolf…lay sprawled across the terrain, in a elegant faceplant. “Mmf flomer ish inm meend offf a dohhtaa.” His words were muffled by the dirt and he drug himself to his paws, spewing dirt everywhere as he repeated what he said, “My flower is in need of a doct--” He suddenly cut off, jaws gaping open as he cradled the broken flower and glanced around frantically at the others. “MORTAHUNTFLEAONYX!!!!” The names joined as one big name as Pepsi sprung into the air, completely forgetting the dandalion and waving his front paws in the air. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh where you peeps beeen?!?!” The hyperactive wolf threw himself on his brother, a wild gleam in his eyes, “Yo yo yo my brotha!”

Flea only had time to turn around before seeing Pepsi crash through the brush towards her and the others. Her jaw dropped as she watched the wolf fly into Mortaray. "Pepsi?!" she exclaimed. Wow...it was almost like her whole pack (minus the meanies, of course) were all gathered here together at this very moment. She clapped her paws together in happiness. "It's a Christmas miracle!!!" she cried out. She then got up and trotted over towards Pepsi's flower, stooping over to sniff the fractured dandelion. She then whipped out her trusty ducktape from behind her and went quick to work. In just a few seconds she turned back around, now holding a completely duck-taped flower in her right paw. "There ya go! Good as new!" she said charismatically. She then held out the more than slightly abused plant to Pepsi, who's extreme largeness did not daunt the little she-wolf at all.

Flea then turned to face the rest of her pack (and Mooch) and wagged her tail slightly. "...Y'know, This must be fate that we all met here tonight." she said somewhat sheepishly. Whenever she had tried to voice her opinion back home, she used to be beat for trying to do so, her being the pack's former omega at one point. Well, that was until either Mortaray or Onyx showed up and beat them up. Either way Flea was more than a little afraid of speaking her thoughts. "I think we should sing a song...as one whole pack." She turned to look at Onyx. "You should lead us off, sis!" she said brightly. She then pulled out a giant gutair and placed it on her lap. "I'll play the chords!" she exclaimed, strumming a couple of notes. "Let's gather round te campfire, and sing our campfire song! Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-" and then she was cut off as a mysterious rock hit her on the back of her head and sent er falling face flat onto the ground. "Urf...never mind." she said through a mouthful of grass.

Mortaray immediately regretted scolding his cousin. He pinned his ears back and lowered his head a little. "Sorry..." He mumbled lowly, even if he didn't want to feel anything he still did, and regretfully so. "Just easy on the howling my ears are sore." He stated with a slight huff before raising his head and looking over to Onyx. "Bah, not that good?" He repeated, wrinkling his nose up in a rather silly manner. "Good no, GREAT yes. You're amazing at sing, especially since I found that a few days ago." He said a little bit of flirtatiousness hidden in his words that only Onyx would probably realize. He smirked a bit. "You really got to start taking pride in your singing voice, I mean really this is you were talking about Onyx, big ol' powerful alphess to a bunch of crazy wolves like us." He said tilting his head in the direction of Hunter and Flea in a playful manner. However, as soon as he was done do that an all too familiar voice was heard.

“MORTAHUNTFLEAONYX!!!!”

A voice he hadn't heard in what seemed like forever. "Pep-ACK!" Was all that was said as the giant lug threw himself onto the insane wolf. Mortaray immediately try to prop Pepsi up so he could actually breath. He shoved his front paws into Pepsi chest pushing him up gently so he could breath. His tongue rolled out of his mouth in a silly manner as he gasped for air. "Holy dear cow of the unholy zombie mother of larva zombie alien babies!" He said rather quickly and struggled to keep his brother's weight off of him. However, even this couldn't keep the happiness from showing on his face. "Pepsi!" He barked happily, his tail going a mile per second. "Where you been!" He couldn't help but be happy even if he was the embodiment of all hellish evil. This was his brother that he hadn't seen in forever, the brother that helped protect him from the pack bullies and even broke a few muzzles for him. Flea's voice temporarily drew his attention away from his brother though. His ears pricked forward as he nodded stupidly. "That's a great idea Flea!" He yipped in a voice that was similar to the Mortaray they were all use to hearing.

Arms wrapped securely around Mortaray’s neck, the enormous wolf buried his muzzle into his brother’s scruff, making a sound that resembled hysterical sobbing and laughter. Loud obnoxious snorts spewed from Pepsi’s ebony nose as he wailed, “Ahh! I miss your sweet musky, woodland, pinecone, grassy, small-mammal-things-with-the-tail-you-always-eat., wolf, yummy, sweet, musky scent! Man, you’ve gotten bigger and more gorgeous and I love love love you. Look at your pretty face, and those big bad wolf teef, and your nice fluffy face and your amazing ey--” Pepsi’s words were sliced from his throat as his eyes met with Mortaray’s. His russet irises seemed strange…they held a slight…crimson ring. It was faint but definitely there. Pepsi’s previous thoughts where brushed away as Mortaray pushed his paws against his chest, trying to prop him off.

"Holy dear cow of the unholy zombie mother of larva zombie alien babies!"

“The very larva zombie alien babies that gnaw on the toes of baby squirrel monkeys?! Oh hell naw! Those things are prohibited from coming near me and my baby monkey squirrels. I mean, squirrel babies. ACK. Baby squirrel monkeys!!” Pepsi missed his brother so much. He hadn’t seen him since he was exiled, and he had been missing a part of his heart ever since. However, Mortaray was the missing puzzle piece that completed his heart. “Where have I been, you ask? Everywhere! I was just now cuddling this porcupine, which by the way,” leaning close to his brother, Pepsi shoved his muzzle into Mortaray’s ear and used his paws to cup his maw, so that no nosy-nosytons would see or hear what he said. “Was very rude and liked to play very rough.”

Collapsing from his brother, his tail held the equal mile per second speed and his eyes where bright with excitement. Pepsi’s eyes refocused onto his brother’s eyes and finally noticed the scar, “HOLY BAJESUS. Who da hail did that to ma brotha?!” His lips curled slightly and his pupil seemed to shrink, causing him to appear insane. Whipping his crown around to face the others, he allowed a silent deadly snarl to slip from his jaws as he begin to slip into one of his, ’moments.’ “Now. Who do I have to dropkick around here?” Eyes twitching with lunacy, extensive tendrils of drool slipped from his exposed ivories. Hackles raises slightly, causing his already massive size to grow twice it’s size. His limps stiffened and he took a step toward the canines, his eyes were wide and unfocused, as if he didn’t recognize anyone.
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Flea’s voice sounded muffled, and to Pepsi, her voice was unrecognizable. It was like his head was submerged in water. His only thought was tearing into something. Someone. Anyone. His tongue craved blood. His fur wanted to be the damp warmth of the crimson liquid. Mortaray’s excited words pulled Pepsi from the muffling water and his posture returned to normal, and his eyes regained recognition. Lowering his haunches to the terrain, he placed a paw to his forehead and swayed a bit, his voice drained, “Ahh…my heeeaad. What happened?”

"Oh my goodness!" Hunter screamed in a high-pitched voice, instantly putting thousands of chipmunks to shame. The scrawny wolf flailed his arms like a rabid chicken and fell over backwards-stunned by the pure awesomeness of Pepsi-his other cousin. Unfortunately, Hunter had some difficultly remembering his cousin's name. Which often got him into some serious business trouble. "It's my cousin, Dr. Pepper!" Hunter outstretched his arms and started running in Pepsi's direction. "Give your stupid cousin a nice hug!”

(OOC: Short Next post will be much longer)