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(Well, I dunno if it's realistic to have Kalgorn come back now. It can't have been more than maybe half an hour since he passed out.)

(OOC: True. Ok then, once Keso leaves and does all the stuff he needs to do, we'll say a few hours have gone by then.)

(I don't know if I should post for Balto yet, seeing he's been badly beaten and has lost conciousness...)

Kikki cried out as another blow from the wolf, the one who'd killed Milo, sent her skidding across the snow into a tree. Already, she could taste blood in her mouth, and her front legs were battered and bleeding from parrying his attacks. Head spinning, she cursed herself for being so foolish. She'd underestimated the attackers dramatically; it was a wonder they were not on her now, taking advantage of her weak position. She shook her head to clear her swirling vision, and the world slowly came back into focus.
"They're leaving," she said, glancing over at Treffen, who stood equally shocked. "What's going on?"

"They had us beat, easily," Treffen replied. "They wouldn't just give up, not without a reason..."
He looked out after the retreating wolves, and what he saw made him shudder in terror. One of the wolves had turned and kicked a brown wolf hard in the head; a moment later he realized who it was, but still didn't believe his eyes.
"Kikki, is that-"

"Balto!"

As the Keso and the rest of his murderous band began pulling back into the forest, Kikki and Treffen moved forward to stand protectively over Balto's limp body.

"Quickly, help me get him on my back," Treffen grunted, pushing his muzzle under Balto and lifting him over his head. "We'll try to meet up with Echo, but we can't take the same path, Keso will follow us. We'll go a different way."

Kikki nodded and started to follow him, but suddenly she looked around again.

"Where's Jenna?" she whispered fearfully.

Treffen stopped and looked back.

"They must have her," he replied grimly.

Gah. Double-post.

Is this one dead now?

No. Just dormant. We're waiting for Dragonchild0004 to post right now. Aniu is trying to get him to post.

Semi update: Dragonchild is having issues logging into the forums for some reason, so we've worked it out so that he'll write out his post, e-mail it to me, and then I'll post it for him at the top of the message area, and then I'll put my next post underneath his. I'm giving him a couple more days to write up the post, then if he doesn't have it done, I'll throw something together for him, just to get us moving again. Sorry again about the wait.

Ooc: Alright, since Dragonchild is stil having issues, I'm just going to make a craptastic post for him. His section will be in green. And sorry if this sounds a little god modish. I'm just trying to make Keso as evil as possible. A good villain is what makes an even greater hero ^.^

Hades had made it all the way back to the Hailstorm encampment and set Cale on the ground before he awoke. He coughed as his eyes fluttered open and he gazed around bewilderedly, wondering how he'd gotten home, and more importantly, why he couldn't remember the ending of the battle. Hades stepped into the beta's view and Cale eyed him suspiciously.

"Beta, you fell unconscious amid the havoc. The battle was won and Lord Keso ordered me to bring you back here. He said to tell you that Balto has been incapacitated and that the colony needs to move to our secondary location. He said we must take the secret routes and confuse the female's scent as well as ours so that it will make it hard on the wolf dog to find her. He says we aren't to move until he returns, but we are to prepare and send someone to Nome to collect Nexxus. Apparently that little rat of a hybrid is needed again in this plot."

Hades recited the orders Keso had given him, though he added his own flair and a few opinionated views to them. Cale continued to look at him for a moment, but then his gaze hardened and he pushed himself to his feet, groaning as he moved.

"Good. Things are going just as planned. Send one of the scouts to grab Nexxus. Then, check and see if the pack is still assaulting the *****. Whoever isn't down there with her, take them to check on the five paths and be sure that they haven't been discovered by townspeople or other wolf packs. Send another team directly to our second den and have them evaluate it for signs of exposure. We can't risk being found by anyone now," Cale ordered, gasping from shortness of breath in a few places. Hades nodded, but looked back at the beta skeptically for a few moments, wondering if he was fit enough to continue this venture. His thoughts were assuaged as Cale's glistening teeth suddenly became visible beneath his lip. Needless to say, the subordinate promptly skittered off to carry out the orders, hoping he hadn't offended the cruel wolf too much.

Keso had indeed moved away from the unconscious hybrid by that time, but he was still close enough to glimpse two of Echo's subordinates lifting him from the ground in order to get him to safety. Some mixture of a smirk and a scowl played on his face as he thought, 'It appears they've failed me yet again by missing some of the pack. Ah well, Echo's comrades will meet their demise just as soon as Balto does. Besides, what fun will it be if he doesn't have someone to inform him of the atrocities I've committed?' And indeed, the hybrid would more than likely need a refresher from the two who were far more conscious than he or Kalgorn. But Keso didn't have time to think about his foe's misery just now. His plan was still taking place and a slip up at this stage could cost him precious time.


Adacia lead the way, her nose picking up the scent of the alpha pair long before Nutik's.

"Hurry up! We mustn't lose them or out alpha will skin us alive and then leave us for the crows. Lord Keso is in a foul mood if I've ever seen one and we don't need to anger him further."

"Well it wasn't exactly my fault that the wretched hybrid could fight well. None of us..."

But Adacia shushed him just then and his mouth clapped shut and his ears raised, searching hard for the sound he'd just barely missed; a rustling of leaves nearby and a small whimper indicated that their search was over. They grinned viciously and then silently split up, avoiding the noisy underbrush as much as possible and coming up on either side of the alphen pups and adults.

"Trying to run eh? Unfortunately we just don't give up that easily," Adacia said in venomous tones as she closed in and charged toward the sounds of movement.


It seemed as thought it had only taken moments for Gilroy, Darkmoon and Haldor to round up the survivors, but in actuality it had taken almost three quarters of an hour. The Hailstorms shepherded the wolves to Keso; it was like watching sheep being lead to the slaughter. A couple of them tried to escape and were quickly thrown back in line by their herders. They stopped in a mass just before Keso and stood before him trembling violently. The sadist marched around them as before, looking at them with disgust. Despite their fear, they all seemed just as defiant as the last bunch.

"On second thought, don't even give them a choice. I can already tell that their loyalty to their alpha is the only thing on their minds," the black wolf growled. He then turned on the group and padded back into the shadows of the trees, awaiting the return of Adacia and Nutik, either with the alphas and pups, or with news of their whereabouts.

Gilroy, Haldor and Darkmoon grinned at each other before moving in on the remnants of the once large and peaceful pack. The screams would be heard for at least a mile all around; a sound that would haunt and who heard it for years to come.

Echo and Vella made their way cautiously among the trees, avoiding snow drifts and doing their best to cover their tracks. Echo cast his eyes to the sky. Aniu, if ever there was a time I needed you, it is now, he pleaded silently. Send a storm. He then turned and gestured forward. Vella nodded grimly, carrying one of their pups as he carried the other two. With no escort, they could take no chances. For a moment, he thought of Milo, Gunther and Ryder. There would be no telling what they could have done, who they would have been...
But suddenly, Vella's alarmed voice brought him crashing back to Earth.
"Echo! Look out!"
His eyes re-focused in time for him to dodge one of the two wolves that seemed to come out of the air itself. As he stepped back to asess this new threat, he allowed a split-second of frustration. Where did they come from! He noticed another moving around behind Vella, and shouted a warning to her as he took off running at the second attacker. He dipped low for a moment and tipped little Laila off his back and into his mothers protective embrace, then bared his fangs and charged.

At the same time, Treffen and Kikki were elated to come upon their daughter Krystal, but their joy turned almost instantly to concern and fear as they realized Echo and Vella were not with her. Once Kikki had related the battle, Balto's defiance and Jenna's capture to Krystal, Treffen asked her why.
"I can't believe it, I lost them!" Krystal huffed.
"Well, that's good, in one way," Treffen replied. "If you lost them, then perhaps our enemies have not found them."
As he spoke, he noticed Balto shift on his back and laid him down gently. After a moment, his eyes opened.
"Jenna...Jen..." He leapt to his paws. "JENNA!" he paced, looking frantically from face to face. "Where is she? Where am I? What have they done with Jenna?"
"Balto, she's been taken!" Treffen thundered. "We'll search for her as soon as we've regrouped with Echo and Vella-"
But just then, Krystal's ears shot up.
"Up ahead. It's them!" She shot ahead several paces and listened again. Her eyes widened. "And they're not alone!"

OOC: Okay, just to bump this thread back into existance, i think it's due time that this RP get going. I believe we've been stuck on the same scene for over half a year now. Over that time, i've forgotten some details. What has happened to Kalgorn here? I know Cale did a real number on him and drove him into unconsiousness for the second time, but what happened to him after that? It seems like his body was just left behind.

Erm, it kinda was left behind. I've been trying to wait for you to make some post, but I almost thought that you gave up on it. But yeah, they kinda left you there.

Well there's the problem here. I was waiting for this RP to progress a bit before I posted again.

OCC: Well then, i guess with all this going on, Kalgorn better get back up before he get's too far behind.


The very first thing that Kalgorn became aware of when he returned to consiousness was sheer pain. It was everywhere. Not just isolated to small areas where wounds had been inflicted, but everywhere. He was sore and felt extremely weak. He couldn't even bring himself to open his eyes. He was so dizzy and drained of energy he doubted he'd be able to make out anything anyway. He didn't dare move a muscle. He wasn't yet aware of just how serious he was injured. He couldn't risk moving just yet. Not that he had any energy to do so.

He was in so much agony that he couldn't hardly feel any part of his body. It was all searing pain that burned like fire and intense cold. He began to notice just how cold he was as his brain slowly became more aware of what was going through his body. Once he came to realize how cold he was and began shivering he knew he couldn't just lie here. . . where ever here was. He was hurting too much and far too weak to travel a long distance, but he had to at least drag his body to some form of shelter out of the wind so that he could stay warm.

After deciding this, he became aware of something else. It was all silent. He couldn't hear anything. He knew he hadn't gone deaf because he could hear the wind blowing by, but that was it. Everything was dead quiet. That could only mean that the battle was over. Upon this realization, Kalgorn began to feel guilt. He had done his best to hold his own and aid in the fight, but it didn't matter. He was far too weak to be of any help. All he'd done was distract Cale in the fight. But Cale was too cunning for him to defeat. It was possible that he'd rendered one of his eyes useless, thus giving him a blind side, but it didn't matter. If the battle was over, then there was only one possible outcome why he heard no movement or felt anyone around him. They'd lost. That part didn't bother Kalgorn so much. He'd only been fighting because he felt that the reason Balto and Jenna were in such a vulnerable position and the reason Cale and Keso was able to get them, was his doing. Somewhere between the two concussions he'd suffered that part of his brain had gone all fuzzy and he couldn't remember anything before brawl with Cale. The very last thing he remembered before falling into unconsiousness again was of Cale laying his face open with four extremely painful slices from his claws. He couldn't feel them now since all he could feel at this time was total pain and a deathly cold.

He also remembered the reason he'd called Cale out. Balto was being slaughtered by four wolves and he was trying to even things out for Balto by distracting some of his attackers. One wolf came before Cale but it was Cale who really did a number on him. He knew they were all flesh wounds. He couldn't imagine how he could have managed to take a few internal injuries, but with the way his body was aching right now, he wouldn't have been surprised.
After laying there for what felt like forever, Kalgorn finally willed himself to crack his eyes open so he could get his bearings(sp?) together. There was nothing to see. He tried to open his eyes wider, but couldn't. He supposed this was because he was so swollen.

He took a few breaths before he tried lifting his head up to look around. As soon as he'd done it, he instantly regretted it. The pain that he was already in was doubled as he moved his neck and before he could do anything about it, a moan escaped him. He grit his teeth trying to do his best to fight against the agony, but it was almost futile because there was no end to it. It just kept throbbing and stinging constantly. Every single muscle was sore. He was not gunna like it when he had to get up and move. It was probably a bad idea to be moving at all, but he was going to die if he didn't find a way to keep himself warm and get some energy back. There was no one around to help him either. He was on his own. . . For a moment, Kalgorn felt a terrible sense of abandonment. That he had been left here to die and no one had tried to help him. He couldn't remember anyone coming to help him the whole time Cale was killing him. He felt like he was just some tagalong who had gotten them into trouble and because it was his fault, no one cared what happened to him. If it were at all possible, tears probably would have started falling then. But the emotion lasted only a short time. When it was over, he was still laying there with the emmense pain attacking his body.

All that came from this very simple but terribly painful movement was he learned that he was surrounded by others. They just weren't in any position to be helping him. That's because they were bodies. Dead bodies. Kalgorn knew he must have seemed to have been another body that was empty of life, and what terrified him was that he knew he very well might be joining them. He didn't want to die, but he was in such a bad shape that it wasn't only possible, but very likely.

He also noticed that he was laying in a rather large red stain in the snow. Without even having to think, he knew this was his blood. He wasn't sure if he was still bleeding or not, but he continued to grow more and more fearful of death. He supposed the bleeding had stopped for the most part because he could feel dried blood in his fur. One quick glance at his body told Kalgorn that Cale must have continued to tear him apart after he blacked out. Not only could he make out large slices on his side, but he could tell that he was almost completely drenched in his own blood. After that, he didn't see anything else. The only thing that could possibly offer any shelter was the small den that layed some distance behind him. He figured he could get there, but it'd take almost all the energy he had left. But there was no other way. He had to try. At least in there he could be safe for a small bit of time.

He had to prepare himself this time. He rolled himself over onto his stomach (he'd been laying on his side) and positioned his paws to where he could lift himself onto his legs. He tried doing this slowly in hopes that that would make the movement lest painful. It did anything but.
Again, if it were possible for him to cry, tears would have been running from his eyes like a river. There's no words that could describe how much it hurt him to lift himself up onto his legs. What made it all worse was he had to try several times before his legs finally took the weight.

From there he had to hold it for a minute so that he could get his breath back. The one good thing that he was aware of was that he was at least still intact. He was weak, defeated, and close to death, but he still had use of all his limbs. He had no idea about his tail though. At that moment, the very last thing he felt like doing was wagging his tail.
Well, acctually it was moving periode, but the place where he needed to be, the only place he could possibly get to, was the den.

Walking had never been more difficult in his life. Both his front paws were pratically useless. They had been crushed by Cale's fangs while he held them between his jaws as he did everything he could to rake the flesh from his face. Every leg he moved caused the burning to double. Then triple. He had to move slowly. Going too fast could cause him to loose his balance. The dizzyness he was still under the influence of made him have to really concentrate to stay in a straight line. Lifting his paws up wasn't something he was able to do entirely. He had to drag them the whole way.
Dispite his efforts to keep his jaws shut and not reveal how much pain he was in, he still let out whimpers and more than once he barked out a very audible howl. What finally came as a relief was when he reached the mouth of the den. He fell back down in front of the den and crawled inside. Fighting for all he was worth to stay consious until he was in the shelter of the den.

Once he had done this, he finally allowed himself to rest. Everything was on fire now. He couldn't keep anything in focus. He was completely empty on energy. The only thing he could do was rest.

Just before he did so, he remembered slightly how only a few hours, or days even (it only just struck him that he had no idea how long he'd been out of it) he, Jenna, and Balto had been inside the den in the company of. . . that part was a blank for him. But he knew they had been together and were finally starting to feel safe enough to relax for a bit. That's when the attack began. He didn't know if it was Cale or Keso or some minon of theirs who struck the first blow, but within minutes they had gone from feeling safe, to being under attack by two pure evil wolfs. One of which he foolishly tried to take on and now he was laying inside the same den, alone and very near death. He could only wonder what had happened to Balto and Jenna. He was more scared for them and he feared for his own life. But there was nothing he could do to help. The only remotley happy thought that went through Kalgorn's mind was the last words Cale had said to him. The words he remembered hearing just before everything went dark for him. "An eye for an eye, or in your case, an eye for a life." Every syllabul that devilish wolf spoke had evil in it's darkest form in it. But it wasn't what Cale said that made this a happy thought for Kalgorn. The words themselves made Kalgorn want to take his own life rather than face him again. It was what Cale ment by them. Cale believed he was dead. He no longer thought he was a threat. This ment to Kalgorn that he had the element of surprise on his side. It was a very feeble(sp?) thought since he didn't feel like he could ever manage to fight again but it was all he had at this point. Everyone had abandoned him and left him to die. Everyone. Wheather by choice or not, they had left him to die and made no attempt to aid him. That told Kalgorn that the wolves (or dogs in this case) that he thought cared for him and the ones he'd tried to protect didn't mind at all what happened to him. He was alone again. He was completely miserable. Mentally and physically. He was willing to take anything that could possibly give him some hope. Even if it envolved Cale.

(A whopping 2,014 words BTW)

Sorry for the length and maybe exaggerating a few details but this was a point I felt i needed to make for Kalgorn. It's going to be completely rediculous to have to wait again for some time to go by so as soon as this night in the RP ends, i'll have Kalgorn awake with alot more energy and in less pain. Also, im not entirely sure exactly how far the fight took Kalgorn and them away from the den, but im sorry if this is all wrong. It's the only think i can think of that would have giving Kalgorn shelter from the cold that he might have been near.

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