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Midnight Legacy
          
          This had been home to many a wolf. This had been home to those who had been lost. A home to those who needed one. A home to one wolf in particular. This was the beginning ground of a familiar strong wolf, along with another pack long forgotten by time. This wolf has himself been long forgotten by time. Long forgotten by those he once called family. He now remained shrouded within the memory of those few that cared. 
          
          Long after the destruction of this pack, he now resided in the hidden supernatural valley of Slyrika with his mate. But oftentimes he is seen venturing through old territory walking down memory lane. His memories stretch back years and this pack lay in the midst of these many memories. And now, it lay dead and in a seemingly endless frost.
          
          The male I speak of is none other than the pure-blooded alpha lycanthrope, Desmond Xavier. He is one of the last two survivors of the infamous Xavier bloodline, his sister, Dejanah, being the other. Desmond strolled through the trees of the forest that surrounded his old home. He was clad warmly having heard of another old member's actions here. He wore a black fur-lined trench coat with black jeans tucked into black combat boots. The shadow wielder seemed to blend into the shadows of the trees. That is until he came into the pack house clearing. The nostalgia washed over him as he stood alone looking around at the clearing he once bantered around in long ago.

A frost would settle in along the treeline of the outermost edges of the territory. This frost would appear to be the changing of temperatures as the day went on; winter was afoot and so it didn't and wouldn't arise any suspicions in the abandoned territory. However, after a few moments, the frost would collect and begin building upwards quite unnaturally, until it outlined a full figure that stood at 5'5". After a few moments, the frost would bellow outward and standing in the center would be a male, donning relatively formal attire. His eerily pale-blue eyes would scan the area, and he would appear to be displeased with the current conditions. 
          
          "Here, too? Son of a..." he said, his voice trailing off. He pushed the sleeves of his white dress shirt back up to his elbows and then tucked his hands into the pockets of his black pants before he began to pace deeper into the territory. Things were too silent, and he couldn't sense anybody he knew. Not yet, anyway. Perhaps it was too long since he'd been around, but this was his last lead. After this, he had no idea where he'd try to search. 
          
          As he approached the deeper levels of the territory, his mind wandered to the past. He remembered watching Elessar fall to pieces as his  mate disappeared so long ago. He remembered Blur finding his first shot at a love again, with an individual he couldn't quite name... the name reminded him of a type of stone, though. What was it...
          
          And then he thought about the last person he connected with in these lands, so long ago. He wondered whatever had happened to her; she was a being of fire, so their connection shouldn't have been, but it was. He gritted his teeth, his expression hardening. 
          
          Every step he took left a frosty footprint behind him, as if he was so cold that the ground beneath his feet was freezing by touching him. When his expression shifted, this little effect would be amplified—he'd be leaving icy footsteps instead of frost.

-I sit on my tree branch from when I was in the pack, absentmindenly whittling down a stick into a small wooden shiv, to which I drop into the bag which resides on my right hip-

Dirk drew a Claymore, then stabbed it into a small hill, until it was halfway into the ground. Dirk then placed a shield against it. He knelt, and began to pray quietly.

Minny sat down on a rock letting out a deep sigh. There weren't sounds of laughter, or sounds of members training,  no one was running around. Everything was quiet and still.   She wraps her arms around herself a small tear running down her cheek. "Everyone has moved on...I guess it's time for me to do the same...."

Shawn and Eclipse look over the pack and look away, knowing that the pack was ended. "We weren't here in time... but we can stop the others... We can stop them... Crimson Light will rise, and the dawn will be colored with blood." Shawn says quietly, Eclipse howling into the dark night sky.

Legacy has reached it's end and will now remain as a token of remembrance to all former members. To those who felt at home here, who felt welcome here, the pack may no longer be but the friendships and bonds will always remain. Once a part of the Midnight Fury, always a part of the Legacy.

Members of Legacy, 
          
          It is time to say farewell to the pack, my friends. We've had a good run but the pack has fallen now. It's evident in the lack of active members. The pack will go down in one last fight but none of you are to interfere with  @BloodTauxyn and @Monody- while they carry on with their task. Let the pack go out in a 'blaze of glory,' as Kori put it but do not mix yourselves up in a fight you will not win. This is the end of the line for Legacy.

@BloodTauxyn @Monody-
          (Carry on. You're not gonna find much opposition here...)

Sent by The Azure Heart, "Blood" and "Viola" new their task, as it was nothing new to them. "Blood" stepped past his companion in such a way that his shoulder would brush past hers, but not move her in any way. This was a silent notion to begin their task. He took a few steps forward, stopping roughly three feet in front of "Viola". In a swift motion "Blood" would pull his hands from his pockets, flicking them to either side of him in a ninety degree angle. Simultaneously he would release six azure shards - three from each hand - at random trees. Each shard flew into a trunk of a tree. These trees where roughly six feet apart from each other but remained in full view of "Blood" and his companion. As the shards struck the trees they would shatter. Rather than the pieces falling to the ground, however, the pieces would slowly begin to duplicate, crawling and eventually consuming the trees unless they where stopped.
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          Quickdraw - [Shard: Duplication]
          
          [Construction: 0]
          
          (Finished)