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Welcome to the introduction role play of Suicide and Camisado! Their pack needs to grow! But let us first find out what makes them who they are, how they will run and watch over their pack. How good will they be able to defend each other and their vast patch of land?

Warning! While I am only role playing the two of them Its going to be more of a story type thing were I just sort of blend them together. I won't be doing any color coding and what not just maybe four or five paragraphs per post. Without further adue though I give you the characters in out story. (See next post.)

Wind blew at the cream colored fur of Suicides back, ruffling it out of place before sweeping away. The medium sized she-wolf had been watching for her mates return since she had awaken to find him missing from their small cove. It had probably been an hour since then and she really couldn't be sure when he had left. His scent was fresh, but then it always was, they lived here after all. Suicide had pondered going out to look for him but she doubted it would be usefull. She could be following his trail and in that time he'd have gone home. It'd be silly. But thats just how her luck seemed to go. Her crisp golden eyes drifted over the surrounding trees for any sighn of movement that would indicate Camisado's return or danger. Red paws streched out for the millionth time and her jaw opened wide revealing pearly white canines to let out a whining yawn before they snapped back shut and she shook her head.


A twig broke under the weight of his paw cracking in the silence. It had alerted the doe he had been hunting and she looked in his direction. Camisado knew the deer could not see him, for he was hidden very wel under the cover of the bushes, but the doe knew he was there. She stood with her ears pointed forward for a moment before darting off and into the trees. "Damn it!" Cursing he lept from his hiding spot sprinting after the doe at full speed. The crimson colored male needed to catch this doe, he and his mate needed food. Cam knew she hated hunting, in no way was she a delicate girl, on the contrary she was very strong, hunting just wasn't one of her better strengths. He rid his head of thoughts as he closed in on the frantic doe before him, snapping at her heels, catching bits of skin between his teeth. When the leg came back he opened his jaws and slamed them down onto her leg before she could take another galloping step. Camisado put on the breaks and the sudden stop made the deer bleat in surprise before slaming on the ground with a grunt. Camisado felt the deers leg snap in his mouth and knew she wasn't going any where now. He twisted her broken leg to make a point and wat satisfied when the doe gave a pain filled squeal.

Sue's eyes snapped open and her ears swivled forward. She had fallen asleep at the entrance of the cove and was now watching Camisado drag a dead and bleeding doe up twards her. She stood, blinking back the groggy feeling that was hanging around and went to help him bring it into the cove. Once it was were they wanted it Suicide imidiatly licked Camisado's muzzle, nipping his chin and wiggling her tail a bit. "I was worried when I woke up and saw you were missing."

Camisado shook his head and looked down at his loving mate. "What am I going to do with you?" He smiled and nuzzled her in return, licking her cheek slightly. "Were else would I have gone but hunting, Sue?"

It was nearing dusk when Camisado and Suicide began their journey looking for the perfect place to have their pack. The diming sun tinting the suroundings with an orange romantic glow. The two walked, tails intertwined and emotions at ease. They walked at a leasurly pace and would probably spend the night some were that was not home for the fist time in six months. The adventure was just what they needed at the moment, somthing different. It made them both happy to be some were else, to find some place that would be theirs and forever changing.

"What kind of place should it be, love?" Camisado questioned the bloody looking female next to him softly, afectionatly.

Suicide smiled and leaned on him for a moment before righting herself and replying, "We will know what we are looking for when we find it, no?" Their paws made rythmic padding sounds through the dirt clearing they were crossing before entering the next batch of clustered evergreens. SHe wished to find a place that had a good amount of tree's and they would probably have better luck if they went closer to the south than further up north, and south was the direction they were heading. Of course they would stay in the north, neither of them cared much for the south, both of them being outcast from their previous packs, whom resided in the south. Suicide was cast aside as a pup, as an unwanted abomination. Only weeks old she had endoured cruelty before her mother took pity on the poor pup, took her to the north and left her. In all honesty, it was the best thing she could have done for her, though she was half frozen when a strong, dark figure appeared and picked her up, nursing her back to health.

Camisado's story was not so different, except he had made it almost to adult hood before his hellish father tore him up and watched as the pack and his father walked away. He still wasn't sure how he had done it but some how he healed, slowly and painfully. He cought his own food after that, building his strengths and defences when, very close to maturing he stumbled across a figure that could only be seen for the bright red of her paws in the snow. She was almost...he didn't want to think about it. All that mattered was that she was here now and with him.

The two wolves found a place to sleep for the night when it was no longer a good time to be roaming about. They cuddled close to each other, sleeping so that they could each rest their heads on eachothers rumps. Camisado made sure that Suicide would be less susceptable to any dangers if they were to come by while they were sleeping. Once both wolves were situated and comfortable, they lay awake talking untill they drifted to sleep.