Alaska | USGS Center

[Lucha]

Welcome to Alaska, where to us, the humans love us! Of course, only in this part of town... We're roaming around the USGS Alaska Science Center's base, which spans a far distance, however, is cut off by a protective electric fence. Large bowls of fresh meat will be provided, and a natural lake sits in the middle of the base. We are free to converse with the other animals under research, but beware the predators! Stay away from polar bears, or herds of elk! Penguins are quite the chatterboxes, too. If you were to somehow escape, you would be immediately shot down by eager hunters. Boo.

Have fun!

[Hurricane]

Hurricane)'s claws clicked on the ground as he slid off the Helicopter. He slipped and fell, sliding forward. "Lucha! What is this manner of water?" He asked, growling and syaring at his cold reflection.

[Layla]

Layla slid out of the large metal bird across the ice. Her tongue flailed out of her maw as her eyes widened in excitement. "Wheee!" she howled in delight, ignoring the cold under her rump. She wagged her tail and pranced up to the human who Lucha was showing affection towards. If she trusted him, why shouldn't Layla? "Oy! Wherevah ya took us, thanks!" She slid around the icy lake and bumped into a weird black and white bird. "Huh?" she barely had time to look at it before falling over.

[Lucha]

Lucha had been giving a blanket from Nelson, and he had wrapped it around her belly to keep her warm. She leaped out from the helicopter barking in delight. She dug her paws in the thick snow, and smiled happily. This was really her home, though her mother must have come from Africa in order for her to be born here as a Maned Wolf.

"Oice! Snow! Its me home, Hurry-cane! Enjoy tha weatha'!" She called out, turning her head to the side to watch Hurricane skid against the ice. Layla seemed to be huddling next to Hurricane. The dingoes stood together so closely, Lucha chuckled mockingly.

Nelson directed his attention towards Hurricane and Layla. He shook his head, and snapped his fingers.

"Oh! How could I forget... Silly me..." He turned back into the helicopter, reached his hands up to the shelves, and pulled down a bundle of blankets. The biologist stomped through the snow towards the siblings. He stretched out his arm for them to sniff, hoping to gain their trust in order to equip them with their blankets.

[Layla]

"Whee!" she cried happily, sliding over to the human again and ran into his leg. She barked and leaped up on him in excitement, kicking up snow in his face. Layla was a puppy at heart, and loved to play.

[Hurricane]

Hurricane grabbed Layla's scruff and dragged her away from the human. He growled, hackles up as he studied Nelson. He narrowed his eyes, but eventually caled down. He sniffed Nelson and pushed his head into his hand. Dingoes were sometimes held as household pets in Australia, so a pet-like part of him showed.

[Lucha]

Lucha nodded in approval towards the dingoes as Nelson slipped on their blankets. She smirked mockingly.

"Ye look ridicul -"
"So cute!"

Lucha chuckled, and stepped away from them. Nelson took a second to embrace the dingoes, then also stepped back. The two looked down on the siblings with smiles.

"Go on. Play with your friends, Lucha!"

The Maned Wold obediently stomped through the snow, and bent into a playful stance. Her mane flew into the air in a challenge.

[Ken'ichi]

Ken'ichi was unaware of where the pack was going, but he got onto the helicopter and went with everyone nonetheless. He was rather surprised when he stepped off of the strange form of transportation, and found himself in a much colder climate. He fluffed up his black and ginger fur, and then watched everyone as they surrounded the strange human. He growled, and turned away, remembering how a human had placed a black leather collar around his neck, and kept him as a pet against his will. He found his orange coloured eyes looking down at the black thing that surrounded his neck. It didn't hurt, but sometimes he found it itchy and annoying. His mind then wondered to his life before Australia. He remembered his quest in Japan. He quickly pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind, and then glanced back at the others, settling his rear onto the freezing ground, and wrapping his curled fluffy tail around his legs. He found himself staring coldly at them. Ken'ichi lowered his ears in shame, and then looked away from them again. The mountains, also reminded him of his home, and the other dogs he had met. He also remembered his family. He again pushed these thoughts away, and decided to get up and explore the strange area they were in.

[Hurricane]

Hurricane barked at Nelson, though it sounded more friendly than before. Turning to Lucha, he also bowed in a playful stance. "Oy, care to take me on? Let's see if there really is any strength under that bark." He growled playfully, eyes glinting.

[Layla]

"I want teh play too!" Layla barked happily. She kicked up snow into her brother's fur. "Eat it!"

[Lucha]

Lucha chuckled half-heartedly, and narrowed her eyes.

"Foight me? I'm jast dain' it feh show ta-day. Nelson lavs watchin' me 'play.'" She explained after Nelson happily skipped away to the large building behind the scene.

"Besoides; et's gettin' dahk, an they lettin' loose tha polah behs. We best head insoide." She trotted after Nelson briefly after nodding towards the base. This was where they would rest for the night until daybreak. Then, they'd be let loose to roam again.

"Ye, too, Ken!" She called as the three canines and the biologist passed by.

[Hurricane]

Hurricane huffed in disappointment. "Okay." He didn't look comfortable going in a building, but he didn't complain. "Polar bears? What are those?" He inquired.

[Layla]

Layla suddenly went from hyperactive to terrified. She didn't want to be confined, or anywhere near other humans. "He's not gonna make me follow him righ'?"

[Hazel]

Even though Hazel was not a full member yet, she had sneaked onto the helicopter and hid in the back. She fell asleep eventually but the sound of wolves outside playing woke her up. She glanced at them for a moment before getting up to get a better look. She poked her head out of the helicopter and looked. She had no idea where she was but it was definitely a cold place. Hazel was used to this after living in Scotland for the majority of her life. She slid out of the helicopter and walked on the ice until she was quite far back and out of the wolves' view. She could still see them though and if they looked hard enough they could see her. She did not have any right to communicate or play with these animals. She sat down and sighed.

[Lucha]

Lucha rolled her eyes as they exited the building.

"See? Wasn't thot bad, nao wus et?" She teased, flicking her tail and puffing her chest in confidence as she stepped foot into the fresh snow. The last polar bear was being herded into its caged habitat. She recalled Hurricane's question.

"Polah behs ah like... Sup'ah soized roo's, bat they dan hap arand." She explained, struggling to find the right comparison the Australian native would understand.

[Hurricane]

By "roos" Hurricane knew she meant Kangaroos. "Sounds invi'en." He said, doing a tad of what he considered Australian accent. Being a Dingo, naturally, he has one, but doesn't like to use it because it makes him feel silly if others don't understand what he's saying. "Super sized roos." He echoed, catching a glimpse at the one being herded back into a cage of some sort.

"Oy! That isn't a roo at all!" He barked in disbelief. "Where are we?" He asked, galf afraid, half curious.

[Lucha]

"Am... We's in Alaska, Mate." Lucha admitted, tossing a paw around in the snow. She looked away from Hurricane, and spotted Nelson stepping out of the building. She smiled and vigorously wagged her tail.

"Breakfast!" He called out in one simple word that everyone would understand by the trays he carried. He set down the enormous bowls of elk meat, and left us with a tub of fresh water to drink.

Lucha sniffed cautiously at the meat, then immediately began to devour her bowl. The name "LUCHA" was engraved on it, with a pawprint carefully shaped to form the "A."

[Layla]

#cc3333]Layla twitched her tail, hesitating. Was it truly safe to trust this guy? "'Ey Lucha, is this meat safe?" she asked the older female, who seemed to know more about this than everyone else.][/size]

(Merry Christmas Eve everyone!)

[Connor]

Connor poofed on this strange place, landing on his fours. He shook his pelt, and looked at the freshly placed meat. He licked his teeth, and bolted to the meat, devouring it, ignoring the splashing blood on his whole face and chest. He continued to crunch on his meal, enjoying the taste.

[Hurricane]

Hurricane however was a bit more hesitant when it came to the food. He glanced at Lucha's human, ears flat and gaze curious. Hesitating for a moment, he darted towards the bowl, his tongue slipping across the cold rounded object, leaving a metallic taste along with the meat.

[Ken'ichi]

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]He twitched his ears and turned towards Lucha when he heard his name, and lowered his ears hesitantly. "Ye, too, Ken!" He was unsure if he should approach, but did anyway, not wanting to disappoint his friends. He could smell food too. He sat down by the bowl that had been placed on the ground. He wasn't going to take the food from a human, besides - he wasn't very hungry anyway. He glanced around at the snowy covered landscape, and then back at the other canines.

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[Gary]

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It was the middle of March and there was just a sprinkle of snow on the ground. Everyone was asleep, but Gary was wide awake, listening to the cicadas as they chirped tales of their exploits. The low hum of their growl relaxed him and the still heaviness of the sleeping city ended up being what unnerved him the most.

He was perched on the edge of the stone fountain, careful to avoid the water spewing from within it. The liquid was not froze, but sprinkled with the little white flakes of snow. Trees burst from the ground all around him, the misfit alabaster speckles drifting down on the few leaves that managed to stay alive or that were in the process of growing back.

His finger fell to the cold, hard stone and tapped on it lightly. He couldn’t sleep; he was scared. This was the first night he’d slept knowing that his grandfather was dead and that he’d never see him again. His grandfather had been alive since his birth and had always been there, supportive of his dreams and telling him the very stories that motivated him to take storytelling up as a career.

He couldn’t sleep wondering if he’d be able to write anymore, now. He doubted his ability to keep going without the one family member who actually saw the depth to him. Gary assumed he could just use his pain as a new inspiration, but his friends told him, already, that he wouldn’t make a living. The story industry was dying, and the short stories he’d written were not the quality of the novels that were actually published now.

Suddenly, his legs rose from his seating without his direct desire to and he began wandering down the cicada-chorused streets. There were so many static memories here. Games of hide and seek, things he'd hunted, thoughts he’d had in his youth. Everything was so empty at this time of the morning. The usually busy streets were barren. Nobody was in the many hangouts that littered the sides of the road.

He passed a small little den that he hardly saw anyone go to anymore; an elder's shrine. When he was in middle school, they’d had every kind of good, intelligent story that he could go and get (sometimes, he’d get extra stories for doing good in his training). This was where he’d met his friend, the awkward, ahead-of-his-time-mentally looking teenager. He had been scolding an innocent friend about the unhealthiness of some kind of activity that the elders were going on about. Gary remembered asking him who he was.

He couldn’t remember, however, how they’d ever managed to become friends. After approaching the two boys, he recalled offering a healthy alternative that sounded much like a miniature memoir slash commemoration to life. His friend had looked at him like he was chaining his soul in hell itself, but he hadn’t minded. He’d never minded him.

There was something about him that made him want to be near to him. His personality was interesting and his feats had always been incredibly advanced. He was never fit in high school or middle school; Gary always had imagined her as a professional sort of woman.

A male on a hunt zoomed past him, giving him a brief wave and continuing down the street. A heavy fog was falling in from the lake, but it was not so thick that he couldn’t see. He kept maneuvering the streets, not caring what his parents were thinking. They wouldn’t do anything to him, anyway. There was no school today. There hadn’t been school for a month, in fear of the violent riots taking place.

There was not one person in the town that wasn’t scared of the riots. So many wolves had already been killed, and only the daring went outside anymore. Wolves like him helped provide the food to all those who had lost loved ones and were too scared that they would lose their lives themselves.

Anyone with logic knew that this state of comfort between life and death wouldn’t last forever. Everyone was conflicted. Nobody wanted to be here. About a hundred miles from here in the right direction was a whole new city, bigger, better, and more well-developed. There were no riots there. Several parties had already left. Only about twenty wolves were still in the city. It was a wasteland here regardless, though, even if there was still life here.

Title #15: Memories are for Novels and Dead People

Miserably, Gary stumbled into the opening. His mind was screwed over as he remembered the random memory of his old home, he realized how uncomfortable he was here. He had no friends, save for that Bamboo who'd run off a while ago to chase after a pack or whatever that he was supposed to meet. Tired of the pointless chase, he'd quit to follow a separate endeavor. He felt so lonely and empty here, so lost. So forgotten.

Title #16: Alone is Just a State of Mind

[Lucha]

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All members are "poofed" back to the Twisting Den.
Thanks for participating, and Happy 2014!)
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