{selected} {closed & starting}

[Keriae]

{{ bump?

[{Bubbles}]

{sorry guys! alright I'll start the rp within the hour.}

[{Bubbles}]

{sorry it took so long everyone, my computer crashed and is still broken, so I'm doing all this on my phone and that is why it took so long. my phone hates all this codeing, will post for the tiger later. }

The Wolf
Scarlett | 17 | The Owl | Straight | Crush-open | Where; being sent to Alaska | taggs;

Tears streamed down a young girls face as she held tightly to her mothers hand, the yelling and screaming coming from the outside was something to fear. She could see the flames of torches outside the window, fear widened her clear blue eyes as she stumbled back trying to get away. She lost hold of her mothers warm hand and the last thing she heard was her mothers scream. She was woken that morning by the banging of rebel soldiers at her door, at first she had thought they had come to gather the tax they had set when she finally came to realize what day it was. Her breath caught and she stumbled out of the small bed in the room she was renting, she changed into a pair of worn jeans and a t-shirt. The banging at the door was only growing louder, making her take a step back. I can't believe I'm doing this. She closed her eyes as her breath caught, then she opened the door. Jumping back when she saw four soldiers instead of the two that they normally send. She understood she had been selected but what was to happen from here? Her light eyes drifted over each of the soldiers, they were all bigger then she herself and most likely stronger then her. The only way she could take them was if she had a few others with her, after all wolves travel in packs for a reason.

She clenched her hands glaring at the men, trying to make herself look threatning though she wondered if it even worked. "Grab her." The oldest out of the four said in a rather deep voice. Two of them grabbed onto her arms while the third pulled out a rope and began to bind her hands. "Don't even try to run.." The man said in a scratchy voice, it was rather suprsing to Scarlett herself that she hadn't already tried to run. Maybe because she knew it was no use. She wiped her face of any emotions, and turned to stair blankly at the ceiling. "This one seems to be rather tame, sir." One of the men surronding her chuckled. The man that stood watching smiled, his dark eyes held an evil that made her tremble in fright. Her face was still emotionless though, so she hoped none of them had noticed it. Then the man pulled out a hood, throwing it at the men. Scarlett froze as they slid the hood over her head. "Night, night." One of them laughed when a sharp pain rang through the top of her head, then even the small bit of light she had left faded.

She woke once again that day to a chilling wind, blinking she covered her eyes from the blinding sunlight. Where on earth am I? She thought spinning around, there were tree's surronding the small clearing she had woken in. Green grass was growing under foot, and she could see that it was spring where ever she was. Then her eyes landed on the seven others that were unconsious around her. She spun around thinking she was just imagining it when she spotted Wylliam. She gasped rushing over but then she stopped a few feet away. There was no reason to panick, right? She sat back down on the ground taking in a deep breath before letting it out. Just breath Scar, just breath. She told herself hoping at least one other person would wake soon so that she didn't feel so utterly alone it this wasteland. She pulled her legs to her chest, resting her chin on her knee as she waited silently for there to be any sign of life.

[Keriae]

➸ ＲＥＧＵＬＵＳ ＣＬＥＭＥＮＴ－ＤＡＶＩＥＳ
the panther;; male;; nineteen
❝ If you don't hunt it down and kill it, it will hunt you down and kill you. ❞

"Get off me, you fat ugly lump!" He snarled savagely, struggling to break free from the vice-like grip on both of his wrists. The grip was painful, even through the thick, rigid steel of his vambraces. His long hair fell in his face as he thrashed his head too and throw, baring teeth and aiming to bite, hard, one of the apes surrounding him and trying to drag him off. Not really apes, just the four officials attempting to take him; today was the day him, along with how many others, would be sent to long, painful and cold deaths in the wilderness. If Regulus had his way, he would not be going at all, and the buffoons running this place would be dead. However, he had still paced the rooms he shared with others labelled "animals" anxiously, backpack on his back, for there was no getting out of it. He had forsaken modern clothes for better, warmer clothes that had been used by tribes for thousands of years.

One of the officials punched him in the stomach, causing Regulus to bend, winded. A kick to his shin caused him to wobble. A slap across the face and another kick to his crotch. His loose, long hair was pulled harshly as he moaned, vision swimming. Taken the moment of prone inactivity, his arms were forced behind his back and a rough cord of rope wound around his wrists tight enough for the edges of his vambraces to dig into his skin through his leather and fur gloves. Still in pain, Regulus lifted his head and twisted it to the side; one of the officials had loosened their grip on his hair and now his flesh was caught in Regulus' teeth. Metallic blood flooded his mouth. Once the hand was torn away, he spat the blood out and glared defiantly, dark eyes blazing from under his curtain of brown hair, a trickle of red running down his chin from the corner of his mouth. Yet another kick, quickly followed with a punch to the side of his head. Regulus sprawled on the hard floor and heard a deep voice above him. "Looks like we've got a true barbarian 'ere, Carl." The voice chortled, stamping hard on Regulus' back and pushing his face further onto the cold floor. He was then turned over by a toe of a boot and the sole was brought down hard on his face. Grimacing as his nose broke with a crack and blood covered his face. His vision swam once more and then he succumbed to the darkness.

When he awoke, the lad groaned and lifted his hand to his face. By the feel of it, they'd set his nose, but the nose had not actually been displaced. They didn't, however, wipe his face free off blood; he could feel the hard, crusty surface on his skin as it pulled and the feeling was distinctly uncomfortable. Pushing his lanky frame into a sitting position, Regulus let his eyes take in the surroundings. Seven others surrounded him and his backpack, bow and quiver full of arrows rested on the grass at his side. Reaching out, he opened his bag and checked that all his possessions were inside: they were. Next he reached for his weapons and checked that there were no broken arrows, that the bow was not broken and that there were no nicks in the wooden surface. Satisfied, he let out a relieved sigh and pulled out his water bottle. Slowly, he washed the blood from his face, revelling in the feeling of ridding himself from the grime. Then, without looking around to see if anyone else was awake, he stood and found a couple of stones, one more of a pebble and the other large and flat. Settling down where he had sat before, Regulus pulled out one of the throwing knives and began to sharpen the blade. He needed something to do while he waited for his companions to wake. You can never be too sure where the attack will come from and it is best to be prepared. I will not die because I wasn’t aware of my surroundings.

(Fixed some typos.)

[growl]

{{ you don't have to read the top part XD it's pretty much her attempting an escape in the early hours of morning but she's captured while running through the gate

>> ＡＲＡＢＥＬＬＡ ＲＯＳＩＥ ＬＡＮＥ

[ the lion ] [ female ] [ nineteen ] [ w/ regulus + everyone ]

A shadow crept stealthily along the roof of the building, her eyes flashing in the darkness. "Like lightning, like lightning," she mumbled again and again.The figure reached the edge of the roof and proceeded to leap easily to the next house, rolling to a stop. Her leather combat boots scuffed the metal she was standing on. Arabella was sweating heavily underneath the layers of clothing she was wearing. Take everything with you, Roone had said, holding her slim fingers in his huge hands. You'll probably be caught but you can try right? Remember what your mum said. You're not a star. You don't shine. You flash like lightning. Like lightning. Arabella thought about that now, racing across the tops of the low structures. Like lightning. She had obediently thrown on all of the clothes she had managed to find and was now holding the duffel bag with her equipment. It had taken months to gather the heavy articles she was wearing. She was used to wearing tank tops and felt shorts, had never felt the hot itchiness she felt now. Even though New York was kind of chilly, how would Alaska feel? The moment Roone had seen her he'd said "You aren't even close." Reassuring, right?
Arabella paused for a moment. She scaled a nearby tree and perched on a narrow branch, looking at the sky. It was now the color of blue velvet rather than the brackish navy it had used to be. She stifled a little gasp as a glow lighted the horizon, a line of white against faded blue. The world brightened momentarily before the rim of a red disk appeared. She had watched it rise many times before, sitting in the hollow of Roone's lap with her head on her hands. Never had she dreaded sunrise, but that was then. Now she turned away from it and picked up the pace. The strap of her bag was heavy on her shoulder as she ran and jumped the gaps between buildings without hesitation. The sun had risen completely when she saw the familiar chain-link fence ahead. It went around the entire perimeter of the lion section. She ducked behind a chimney before the rebels walking along the outside of the fence spotted her and wrapped her arms around a broken streetlamp sticking awkwardly out of the earth. The forty-five degree angle provided a perfect route to the ground and she landed softly. Arabella had tried to climb the fence before of course, but was always either interrupted by a rebel guard or stopped by the coils of barbed wire along the top. She wasn't afraid of a little blood but after her hair got knotted in the wire she stopped trying. Her only hope was to run through the gate while it was opening.
Easier said then done.They only opened the gate occasionally to let in supply trucks or rebel vehicles. It was a stroke of both good and bad luck when they opened then. Good because she hadn't expected a chance to run to arise so soon; bad because the rebels driving in were no doubt the officials come to take her away. The gates began closing as soon as they were through and Arabella ran for it.
----
When she drifted out of unconsciousness in the way one might happen to float out of a lake and into a river, tugged along by its current, she didn't open her eyes or a while. Roone was right. They had caught her but he would have been proud of the fight she had put up. Arabella had roared and growled and bitten and clawed in the true nature of a lioness, even leaving bloody trails on the face of one of the rebels where she had raked her fingernails. They had slapped her at least five times after restraining her enough to bind her wrists together. She was in the middle of cussing them out when someone hit her in the back of the head with enough force to make everything dark. Slowly Arabella became aware of grass underneath her. Grass? She had expected snow. Were they in Alaska yet? She sat up very suddenly, probably startling the others who were awake but she didn't care. They were in a clearing of sorts, surrounding on all sides by trees. The air smelled like living things. Arabella would have liked it if she hadn't been so upset. Her head was still pounding and she rubbed her temples, squeezing her eyes shut. When she moved her leg it hit the side of her duffel bag. She grabbed it and drew the strap back over her head. She didn't recognize anyone except- "Regulus!" she cried, getting to her feet. Her serious friend was sharpening his knives, face solemn as usual. Arabella walked over to him, stumbling a bit. She was still unsteady on her feet and sank unceremoniously next to him.

[Keriae]

➸ ＲＥＧＵＬＵＳ ＣＬＥＭＥＮＴ－ＤＡＶＩＥＳ
the panther;; male;; nineteen
❝ If you don't hunt it down and kill it, it will hunt you down and kill you. ❞

As he sat there on the fresh green ground, Regulus kept his ears open, pausing often to listen for the sounds of an ambush, be it from animals or from the people he knew would be tasked with killing every single one of them. Finishing sharpened his first throwing knife, he placed it back on his belt and was just removing the second when a voice called out his name. Looking up, he caught sight of one of his childhood friends, Arabella. Of course, he hadn't seen her for a good few years, but the lion faction was close to the panther faction and he remembered the few times they had conversed through the metal fences. A rare smile wormed it's way on his face as she moved closer with unsteady feet and plopped down next to him.

Scraping the smaller stone along the sharp edge of the knife, which rested on the flat bigger stone, Regulus took a few moments to reply. He was not known for speaking often, after all. "Nice of you to wake up," he greeted dryly, but still smiling, "but it is nice to have the company of someone I know, although I will be a lot happier when everyone wakes up and we go on our way." He continued, and scraped the stone along the blade again, hair falling in his face. Wrinkling his nose, Regulus pushed it backwards with his free hand. He would not speak again until his friend answered. Ignoring the dull throbbing from his broken nose, he continued to sharpen the knife; he needed deadly accuracy, and sharp blades would certainly help.

[{Bubbles}]

The Wolf
Scarlett | 17 | The Owl | Straight | Crush-open | Where; a clearing | taggs; Regulus & Arabella

She heard someone cry out the name Regulus and looked up, a girl was speaking to a boy. At least she wasn't the only one awake know. "Nice of you guys to finally wake up." Climbing to her feet she walked over to the two, strands of light brown hair falling out of her braid and into her face. She looked around spotting someone else that was also awake, then she glanced over her shoulder frowning. Wylliam was still unconsious, she sighed wishing he would wake up soon. Her hand went to the duffle bag strap on her shoulder, she wondered what was inside of it besides clothes. She then glance at the others, each had there diffrances. She wondered wether any of them were to survive the dark days that were still to come. Hopefully I won't be alone when I die, but hopefully I wouldn't die any time soon. She thought silently turning her blue eyes back on the two.

Brushing the strands of hair out of her face, she realized she didn't seem to friendly. She smiled at the two. "I'm Scarlett by the way, you two are?" She spoke more gently this time but her voice still held an edge, she would bite if she felt threatned. She notice the knives in the boys hands and wondered if he was any good with weapons, Scarlett herself could only really use knives. She had tried bows and guns before, but they hadn't really worked out. She glanced back at Wylliam once again, she was tempted to go over and kick him in the stomach. She was really uneasy round people she didn't know and her best friend being unconsious really wasn't helping her nerves. Her smile faded when she turned back to look at the two, raising her eyebrow. They were both older then herself but she wasn't about to let anyone think she was a weakling.

[growl]

>> ＡＲＡＢＥＬＬＡ ＲＯＳＩＥ ＬＡＮＥ

[ the lion ] [ female ] [ nineteen ] [ w/ regulus + everyone ]

Arabella laughed shakily and coughed a few times. She'd forgotten what Regulus looked like when he smiled. There was silence broken only by the rough scraping noises of his knife against the stone. It was a moment before his words registered in her clearing mind, and they bothered her. She lowered her voice. "Who said we all have to travel together?" she snapped, glancing behind Regulus's broad shoulders at the others. "It's a bad idea. The hunters will find us easily if we're all in a little cluster and then they just have to kill us." Arabella fingered the hilt of the knife in the pocket of her sweatshirt.
Of course; she meets a long-lost friend and the first thing she does is contradict him. She had to share what was on her mind though, their feelings didn't matter when their lives were on the line. Did they? She watched him swipe the blade of his knife repeatedly against the stone and said, "I didn't know you were good with knives." I am too, she wanted to add but kept the information to herself for some strange inner instinct. She pulled open the zipper to her duffel bag. Her bedroll was wrapped around the bulk of it. Most of the space inside was taken up by a heavy quilt. In the side compartment was her lighter and a book of matches as well as her hunting dagger and the other smaller throwing knives she had taken with her. Her hand brushed against cold metal. She slipped the pistol out of her bag with her back turned to Regulus and quickly stuffed it with the knife she had in her pocket before he could see it.
Someone else came over to them, a girl Arabella hadn't noticed before. She watched the girl warily as she introduced herself and noted how she kept on looking at an unconscious boy some distance away. They must have been close. "My name is Arabella, but you can just call me Bella." On second thought, Regulus might not want to introduce himself. He wasn't really one for that kind of thing. "And this is Regulus. Please don't call him Reg."

[Keriae]

➸ ＲＥＧＵＬＵＳ ＣＬＥＭＥＮＴ－ＤＡＶＩＥＳ
the panther;; male;; nineteen
❝ If you don't hunt it down and kill it, it will hunt you down and kill you. ❞

Sudden anger surged up inside him and he threw the knife into the ground, where it sunk only an inch or two due to how hard the ground was under the grass. "Bella, we'd be safer in a group," he fought to control his anger and only note of fury laced his voice, "safety in numbers, just like wild animals. We would be able to defend ourselves easier, and there's bound to be more of us than them. We can kill bigger animals for food, and all our skills would help us to survive. And, in a group, we can defend ourselves against wild animals too," Regulus stopped his reasoning by reaching over and pulling the knife from the ground with some force. At his friend's mention of his knives, he gave a small nod. "I thought it was best to learn something else. I'm still a lot better with the bow and arrows."

Upon the arrival of one of the other people in their mis-matched group, Regulus gave a grunt of greeting before snapping a reply to her words, "Unless you've noticed, I've been awake a while." Grumbling under his breath, he ducked his head and continued to sharpen the knife. Their words drifted around over his head and he made no move when Bella introduced him. He had too many knives to sharpen and he could get to know everyone later.

[growl]

>> ＡＲＡＢＥＬＬＡ ＲＯＳＩＥ ＬＡＮＥ

[ the lion ] [ female ] [ nineteen ] [ w/ hunter ]

She raised her hands to Regulus, making pushing motions in a 'stop' gesture. "I get it, I get it. Have it your way then." But don't blame me if I make another friend and we run away together. She sighed. Men. So stubborn, so insistent. Sweet, but still. Regulus had seemed to embrace the whole 'hunt or be hunted' thing but she didn't like the thought of sinking to what the rebels wanted them to sink to. They had labeled them animals as a sign of superiority and treated them like animals. Arabella didn't want to become a lioness for real no matter how much she was like one. Lions needed a pride but lionesses were different; they could make do with only another lioness and they would be better off then the lion. This would remain her strategy, she decided. She would stick to what Regulus wanted to appease him but after a while she would sneak away with someone else if his plan didn't work and he was still unwilling.
Satisfied, Arabella decided she should go mingle some more if she wanted choices. She beamed at Scarlett, something she never did, and then got up and crossed the clearing to the only other person awake. Halfway across she realized she had left her bag but decided it was probably better if it stayed where it was for now. Arabella didn't feel like lugging it around 24/7. The boy was tall. She could tell he was at least six feet in height even though he was sitting down. His dark hair, blue eyes, and nice features made her blink. So this was what Sadie meant when she said someone was 'hot'. Looking away to dispel the feeling, she sat down in front of him. "So are you like going to join us or what?" Arabella said dryly, flicking her head towards where Regulus and Scarlett were, "My bossy friend wants us to stick together so I decided we should all get to know each other or something. Since, you know, there are already people who are want to kill us."