The Dekay Pack [Lore/DNP]

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The Dekay Pack

Located in a perpetually foggy coniferous forest, the Dekay Pack boasts a small yet resilient population. Wanderers are rare here, with outsiders becoming lost to the sprawling mist more often than they conquer it. Only the residents of the seemingly isolated world within the fog can navigate it, but it isn't an inborn ability. The fog breathes and shifts with each crunching step in ice-mottled underbrush and it takes decades, lifetimes to learn how to respire in tandem. Those unfamiliar tell of uncanny darkness that traipses their periphery, of feelings of agitation and wrongness. Those within are safe from neighbouring packs, but only because of the bitten rumours of a curse that swells at the fog's borders and tempts only the most foolish to enter.

Loveless the Merciful
Founder, 1st Lead

To Walk Among The Fog

Loveless had found her way within the forest only moons before now, yet it feels as if she has been wading through this honey-thick fog for centuries. The inner-turmoil that she'd faced prior to encountering the malevolent fog is inconsequential to her current situation - hungry, exhausted, and with a feeling of dread gnawing behind her eyes that she cannot shake. The forest is empty, distinctively so, of both predator and prey.

Yet - there it is again. A blip of pale fur within the army of titan trees, a crack of ice-veined leaves under a hurried paw. Someone was there - stalking, following, observing. Hunting.

The fear scrapes at her empty stomach, churning acid into her throat. Loveless is resilient - had to be to get where she is now, starved and exiled and condemned by her own dam - but something within her breaks as easily as that insignificant twig. She growls, the noise rumbling low in her throat and almost frightening her already rabbiting heart, her first intended sound in months, and lashes around to face where the silvery creature had soaked into the mist.

And there he stands, meekly, as if having been caught in a child's game. A silver male, smaller than herself in both size and musculature, defined by hunger. The fog-walker creeps forward placatingly, tail tucked between grazed legs. Despite her fear-induced rancor, Loveless immediately exhales a caught breath at the sight of a familiar species, coiled muscles relaxing in relief. He can't be much older than her - and she is only a yearling herself. {wip ♥}