Diablo
Male | Two Years, Three Months | Hunter | Location: Densite | Chameleon Fur | Tags: Amalie
Rays of the sun's soft glare shone down to the forest floor. Warmth hits darkness, the shade absorbing all the sun's rays. A gust of Autumn wind blew past, waking a shadow from his slumber. In the darkness of the den, two amber eyes open. One with the darkness, Diablo was annoyed to have been risen by the morning light. Why couldn't the sun have risen later? He needed his beauty sleep, thank you very much. He sighed, grumbling something incoherent under his breath.
Rising from the darkness, Diablo took a step out of his den, maw opening wide in a yawn. Shaking out his pelt, he stalked out, away from his den. Spotting a familiar figure of the she-wolf Amalie, he made his way over. "Morning" he greeted her, his voice husky and deeper due to just having woken a few moments before. The subject of his games, Amalie knew nothing of his vendetta. A large grin appeared on his face as he circled her, like the predator he was, as if Amalie was his prey. His eyes shone with happiness, though behind them were a darker glimmer. "You eaten yet? If you haven't perhaps, would you like to go on a hunting trip with me?" he asked, giving his best puppy dog eyes to the female. "It'd just be us two" he adds, hoping that would motivate her to join him. An expression of hope filled his eyes, though it was not what he truly felt in his heart. His heart was a void, no emotion there to be found.
His stomach growled, but despite his impatient appetite, he waited for her answer, wanting to keep up the friendly facade he put up. He had to be patient, otherwise he'd ruin the plan he so meticulously planned and started. He couldn't mess it up now, when he was just gaining her trust. Sure the process was slow, but it would be worth it... when he will be able to take the throne he so desperately wants.
𝔍𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢
Female | Five Years | Pupsitter | Location: Densite | Empathy | Tags: open
Squeals and yelps sounded from the nursery, full of pups both awake and asleep. A group of pups ran around the den, chasing one another. One of the pups, the one in front, tripped over a tail, tumbling down and taking the rest of them down with him. The movement woke their caretaker, Juliette, who looked back at where the bunch were laying in a heap near her tail. "My, my! You're all up early" she chuckled as she watched the pups scramble back on their paws. "What game are you guys playing?" she asks. "Tag!" One pup replies. "But now we are unsure who's it as we all kinda...crashed" another replied sheepishly.
"Oh? Well if you guys would like, I could be the tagger if you'd like to start a new round?" the female offers. The pups cheered, jumping from paw to paw in excitement. "I will give you guys a thirty second head start" she announced, giving them time to run. "one..." she began. That got the pups dispersing, running as fast as their little paws could take them.
After the thirty seconds were over, Juliette looked around, spotting all the pups still running. She jogged slowly over to one of the pups. "I'm gonna get you!" she said, chasing the little pup. She let him get away though, knowing how pups weren't the quickest and wanted to be fair to them. She then turned to another, "Boo!" she called out, causing the pup to yelp and scramble to go faster. She chuckled, continuing to chase the pups around.
𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓪
Female | Four Years, Three Months | Loner | Location: Forest | Regenerative Healing | Tags: open
A soft breeze blew through the forest, causing the multicolored leaves of yellow, brown, red, and orange shades to flutter into the air before twirling back down to rest on the forest floor. Soft scattering could be heard in the leaf covered foliage. A paw lifted before being placed a few inches ahead of its original position. Another paw followed suit, then another. Up, forward, down, repeat. A rhythm of steps, calculated and expertly executed, all belonged to a certain fae. Ashes of fur made up a tail, low and tucked carefully close to her body. Round olive spheres locked onto their target, ears pinned back in concentration. A blackberry sat upon her face, moving as she concentrated on the scent of her prey.
A few meters in front of the female stood a hare, rotund and pudgy, full of fat. The Leporidae member had its head down, nose moving, as it stuffed its face with strands of grass. This specific animal looked normal, till Seraphina got a closer look. Where one tail should be, there were two. Strange, perhaps she was imagining something. Rabbits don't normally have an extra tail, perhaps it's a deformity? Roaring, her stomach complained about her pondering. She didn't have time to think about it, prey was prey.
Taking a few more calculated steps, Seraphina closed in on the unsuspecting victim. The rabbit was alerted of her pretense by the last footstep, but it was too late. Launching off lean, muscular hind legs, the she-wolf shot herself forward. Her jaw opened to reveal a set of sharp, bone white canines. Landing, her paws gripped the ground, her neck shooting out and jaw closing with a sharp crack. The hare lay limp in her jaws, spine broken into two by her powerful jaws. Triumphant, the female had just caught her first meal of the day, and a plump and juicy one at that.
Too focused on her hunt, she didn't realize she may be in danger. Sniffing the air, Seraphina caught a whiff of other wolves, her previous pack to be exact. Their border markings were close. Cursing internally, Seraphina hoped that none were close, otherwise it would be found out that she was, in fact, still alive and thriving.
After she left the pack, nearly a year ago now, Seraphina rarely saw others, preferring solitude rather than anything to do with them. She used to enjoy the company of her ex packmates, but after a betrayal hit her hard in the face, she did not know who she could trust, thus deeming every one of them untrustworthy, as she was afraid of anymore of them using her like her ex did.
ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ
Female | Six Years | Alpha | Bioluminescence | Location: Densite | Tags: open
A cool autumn breeze blew through the forest, causing trees to rustle. A movement in the den stirred the sleeping Elizabeth slightly, though she did not wake up from her slumber. A shift in weight and a few footsteps rustled the female a bit more, slowly waking her from her sleep.
By the time she was completely awake, she felt a cold chill in the air and the warm body she slept with was no longer there. She shivered, slightly, her body cold from the lack of the living heater that was her mate. She raised her head, looking over next to her. She did not see her mate, where he'd normally be sleeping, so she assumed he had woken early to go complete a task or assign a task. Yawning, the female rolled onto her paws, arching her back into a big stretch.
Entering into the sunlight, Elizabeth stopped shivering, her pure pelt absorbing the sunshine. Her pelt glowed in the light, literally. Light was shining on her pelt while at the same time, light was being emitted from her own pelt. Elizabeth did not notice that though, as she did not feel any different. She stood there for a few seconds, basking in the warmth before walking further out to seek her packmembers, who she wanted to greet in the morning.
Male | Two Years, Three Months | Hunter | Location: Densite | Chameleon Fur | Tags: Amalie
Rays of the sun's soft glare shone down to the forest floor. Warmth hits darkness, the shade absorbing all the sun's rays. A gust of Autumn wind blew past, waking a shadow from his slumber. In the darkness of the den, two amber eyes open. One with the darkness, Diablo was annoyed to have been risen by the morning light. Why couldn't the sun have risen later? He needed his beauty sleep, thank you very much. He sighed, grumbling something incoherent under his breath.
Rising from the darkness, Diablo took a step out of his den, maw opening wide in a yawn. Shaking out his pelt, he stalked out, away from his den. Spotting a familiar figure of the she-wolf Amalie, he made his way over. "Morning" he greeted her, his voice husky and deeper due to just having woken a few moments before. The subject of his games, Amalie knew nothing of his vendetta. A large grin appeared on his face as he circled her, like the predator he was, as if Amalie was his prey. His eyes shone with happiness, though behind them were a darker glimmer. "You eaten yet? If you haven't perhaps, would you like to go on a hunting trip with me?" he asked, giving his best puppy dog eyes to the female. "It'd just be us two" he adds, hoping that would motivate her to join him. An expression of hope filled his eyes, though it was not what he truly felt in his heart. His heart was a void, no emotion there to be found.
His stomach growled, but despite his impatient appetite, he waited for her answer, wanting to keep up the friendly facade he put up. He had to be patient, otherwise he'd ruin the plan he so meticulously planned and started. He couldn't mess it up now, when he was just gaining her trust. Sure the process was slow, but it would be worth it... when he will be able to take the throne he so desperately wants.
𝔍𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢
Female | Five Years | Pupsitter | Location: Densite | Empathy | Tags: open
Squeals and yelps sounded from the nursery, full of pups both awake and asleep. A group of pups ran around the den, chasing one another. One of the pups, the one in front, tripped over a tail, tumbling down and taking the rest of them down with him. The movement woke their caretaker, Juliette, who looked back at where the bunch were laying in a heap near her tail. "My, my! You're all up early" she chuckled as she watched the pups scramble back on their paws. "What game are you guys playing?" she asks. "Tag!" One pup replies. "But now we are unsure who's it as we all kinda...crashed" another replied sheepishly.
"Oh? Well if you guys would like, I could be the tagger if you'd like to start a new round?" the female offers. The pups cheered, jumping from paw to paw in excitement. "I will give you guys a thirty second head start" she announced, giving them time to run. "one..." she began. That got the pups dispersing, running as fast as their little paws could take them.
After the thirty seconds were over, Juliette looked around, spotting all the pups still running. She jogged slowly over to one of the pups. "I'm gonna get you!" she said, chasing the little pup. She let him get away though, knowing how pups weren't the quickest and wanted to be fair to them. She then turned to another, "Boo!" she called out, causing the pup to yelp and scramble to go faster. She chuckled, continuing to chase the pups around.
𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓪
Female | Four Years, Three Months | Loner | Location: Forest | Regenerative Healing | Tags: open
A soft breeze blew through the forest, causing the multicolored leaves of yellow, brown, red, and orange shades to flutter into the air before twirling back down to rest on the forest floor. Soft scattering could be heard in the leaf covered foliage. A paw lifted before being placed a few inches ahead of its original position. Another paw followed suit, then another. Up, forward, down, repeat. A rhythm of steps, calculated and expertly executed, all belonged to a certain fae. Ashes of fur made up a tail, low and tucked carefully close to her body. Round olive spheres locked onto their target, ears pinned back in concentration. A blackberry sat upon her face, moving as she concentrated on the scent of her prey.
A few meters in front of the female stood a hare, rotund and pudgy, full of fat. The Leporidae member had its head down, nose moving, as it stuffed its face with strands of grass. This specific animal looked normal, till Seraphina got a closer look. Where one tail should be, there were two. Strange, perhaps she was imagining something. Rabbits don't normally have an extra tail, perhaps it's a deformity? Roaring, her stomach complained about her pondering. She didn't have time to think about it, prey was prey.
Taking a few more calculated steps, Seraphina closed in on the unsuspecting victim. The rabbit was alerted of her pretense by the last footstep, but it was too late. Launching off lean, muscular hind legs, the she-wolf shot herself forward. Her jaw opened to reveal a set of sharp, bone white canines. Landing, her paws gripped the ground, her neck shooting out and jaw closing with a sharp crack. The hare lay limp in her jaws, spine broken into two by her powerful jaws. Triumphant, the female had just caught her first meal of the day, and a plump and juicy one at that.
Too focused on her hunt, she didn't realize she may be in danger. Sniffing the air, Seraphina caught a whiff of other wolves, her previous pack to be exact. Their border markings were close. Cursing internally, Seraphina hoped that none were close, otherwise it would be found out that she was, in fact, still alive and thriving.
After she left the pack, nearly a year ago now, Seraphina rarely saw others, preferring solitude rather than anything to do with them. She used to enjoy the company of her ex packmates, but after a betrayal hit her hard in the face, she did not know who she could trust, thus deeming every one of them untrustworthy, as she was afraid of anymore of them using her like her ex did.
ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ
Female | Six Years | Alpha | Bioluminescence | Location: Densite | Tags: open
A cool autumn breeze blew through the forest, causing trees to rustle. A movement in the den stirred the sleeping Elizabeth slightly, though she did not wake up from her slumber. A shift in weight and a few footsteps rustled the female a bit more, slowly waking her from her sleep.
By the time she was completely awake, she felt a cold chill in the air and the warm body she slept with was no longer there. She shivered, slightly, her body cold from the lack of the living heater that was her mate. She raised her head, looking over next to her. She did not see her mate, where he'd normally be sleeping, so she assumed he had woken early to go complete a task or assign a task. Yawning, the female rolled onto her paws, arching her back into a big stretch.
Entering into the sunlight, Elizabeth stopped shivering, her pure pelt absorbing the sunshine. Her pelt glowed in the light, literally. Light was shining on her pelt while at the same time, light was being emitted from her own pelt. Elizabeth did not notice that though, as she did not feel any different. She stood there for a few seconds, basking in the warmth before walking further out to seek her packmembers, who she wanted to greet in the morning.