||Mask of the Shrouded||Wolf RP||O+A||

[Abducted_by_Bees]

where will we be rping? on this form or...?

[C O R V I D]

@King Roscoe: It'll be on this form
@Alpha*: I'll be posting today, sorry about the wait. ^-^
@everyone: Feel free to get started ^-^

[Alpha*]

(Mind if I start Cro?)

[C O R V I D]

Yeah go right ahead, I'll respond soon.
Sorry about the delay <3

[Alpha*]

(Thanks! It's all good)

Malone and Soldier pad side by side - the forest canopy stretching as far as their eyes can see. Mal sighs quietly, wishing she were talking and walking with the other loner who once had joined them for a while before her companion had ran him off. The dark green of the forest foliage doesn't quite match her eyes, but its warm out and even as they pass they watch butterflies flutter past.

Passing the border marks of Crimson Hollow pack territory the dark male wolf pauses, readjusting his grip on the young deer and then continuing. They're almost there. The silver wolves' mouth is full of leaves - so perhaps even if that other loner were there they couldn't talk (but she misses it.) Somehow they manage to avoid patrols and enter the denning area of the pack. They sit at the entrance of the camp, silently, watching and waiting- as it is still early in the morning. Perhaps too early - but they had traveled a good portion of the night and are glad to be there. Perhaps the Alpha wolf would let them stay: perhaps they could have a pack. Perhaps they could finally have a home...

[C O R V I D]

Nebbia||Alpha||CH

Sapphire eyes glow dimly in the darkness of her den. The morning's sun still slow to rise as it lay behind the mountains, the beginnings of dark pinks and purples cling to the edge of the sky. Threatening to swallow the moon should it refuse to give up it's place above the clouds, unwavering as it denied the sun it's right to the early morning sky. It hadn't been the light to wake the small alpha wolf, the sun's rays still too weak to penetrate the darkness of Nebbia's rocky den. Not even the tickle of fur against her maw was what rose her to her paws. Bones creak as she stood, claws digging into the fur of her nest as muscles tensed thanks to the night's underuse. No, what stirred the fawn colored fae wolf from her dreams was the scent of unfamiliarity. That of a wolf and deer, but none she recognized as one from her own pack. Ears tilt forward, as if to try to catch the sound of any of her family curious as to how many were alerted by these strangers. The only sound to brush past her ears was that of the wind, not a single voice echoes around her.
Nebbia steps past the entrance to her den, red and yellow leave crunch under her weight as she made her way towards the owners of the scents. Gem-like eyes dance from one form to the next, taking in the burly appearance of the darker male and his lighter companion. Both wolves larger than herself and she couldn't help but feel the fur along her back rise in unease. She was the only one outside of her den; however, had these strangers wanted them dead than why bring the deer along with them? Nebbia stood before them, head held high and form unwavering as she spoke much like the moon above. "Hello to you both. I must say this is a first for me, never have I had two loners bring in deer to the den site. What brings the both of you?"

Decay||Medic||CH

Decay had been awake from some time, unable to remain asleep the night before. Her mind refusing to lay to rest the demons that follow her. Instead the albino wolf passed the time sorting through the herbs she had some of her packmates seek out, organizing them into piles based of type of plant and what they did. And even when that was done Decay was not satisfied and would start again. Her thoughts too far out of reach to pay mind as to what her body did as it moved on it's own accord. The only thing to snap the frail wolf out of herself being that of her alpha's voice. Ears twitching at the sound though not registering what was said. Decay paused in her ministrations turning to head towards the cave entrance hoping the wind would carry the sound down into it's depths. But there were no more voices to be heard. At least, not yet.

[Alpha*]

Scarcely had they gotten comfortable back to back then there is a wolf before them. And quite a different one at that: no matter. The dark male picks up the herb bundle and sets it on the deer - flicking an ear in warning.

Malone's smile is quick, shimmering in her green eyes. "We wanted to join your Pack." Is responded hopefully and respectfully - "I'm Malone, this is Soldier, we have traveled far... I'm from the desert, and he is from the mountains. I'm a hunter and scout, he is a fighter and a healer."

Solemn the huge male wolf goes and lays the kill down, and then the herbs. "We didn't come to hurt your... family. " is said - voice hoarse from disuse, gravel and chocolate and distant thunder. The scars on his face ripple as the male talks and offers his own smile. (Trying to set the she-wolf before them at ease.) "Had we wanted too..." a dark note enters his voice, and a soft nip makes him fall silent. "My apologies. " is offered gently.

The winking silver wolf sighs at her adopted kin, "he means well - he comes from some not good places. But that is behind us. May we join? We can earn our keep."

Would she let them stay? Morning breezes ruffle fur and leaves and briefly she worries that they had walked into a trap. Sure, her companion could fight his way out.... their.. their way out... but... she Hope's they dont have too. Hope's and prays that they could stay. So many had denied them.

Neither pair of strangely vibrant eyes miss the raised hackles (although the blue pair seems too.)

[Rae'tia]

Fuoco dell'anima
Fuoco - 7 years - Omega of CH
Tags: Open

A sigh left him as the large male slowly left his den, curling back his lips in a gesture of disgust. His den smelt, and he hadn't had time to clean it out recently, so he'd have to do it today. Before any youngsters give me any trouble. He thought irritably. Huffing, Fuoco limped back into his den, rolling up a ball of moss, and another ball that was a mixture of moss, old animal pelts, and feathers. Glancing between the two he picked up the moss ball between his jaws and maneuvered the other one between his chest and chin. Keeping his head down, the lupin left his den and started to make his way away from the den site, hoping that no one would bother him.

Anima in Tempesta
Tempesta - 3 years - Lead Hunter of CH
Tags: Open

Fear. She could smell it. Heart beating rapidly, the sound of small hooved feet told her where she could reach it. The female, average in size but lean and built for the chase. Built for the hunt. Muscles bunched up as her body sprung forward, sharp incisors digging into soft and warm flesh. Blood rushing into her mouth. The shrill cry of the young fawn, before she snapped its neck. The brown lump of useless meat dropped to the ground as she opened her jaws to clear the blood from her muzzle. It the fawn was male, its horns were just starting to grow in, spots just starting to fade. But unlike the rest of the fawns in its herd, it only had three legs. As the lead hunter of the pack, her job was to keep the pack fed. Though she also considered it her job to make sure that pack still had something to hunt in the seasons to come. This meant that she, Anima in Tempesta would make sure no weak or sickly deer would live long enough to breed. Looking down at her kill Tempest remained apathetic to the life she'd just taken. But like always, she laid down, and slowly whispered a soft prayer. "Moon, take this soul into the night. May eternal life be peaceful. May his flesh feed us, and in turn the earth. Amen."

Fulmine dell'anima
Fulmine - 3 years - Fighter of CH
Tags: Nebbai, Decay, Malone, & Soldier

Lazing the day away seemed to be what was planned for the young Fulmine, the alpha wasn't in camp, nor had he seen Thanatos sta asteria. So he didn't have any orders at the time, and because he had no idea where Alarik was, there was no sparing to be had. Rolling onto his side, Fulmine huffed, watching as his father trotted out of camp two balls of old moss with him. His nose wrinkled, he'd hate to do that. Thank the Star's that I won't ever retire from my post. I'll die before I become like the old man. He glanced back to were his father had disappeared too and rolled his eyes before getting up. Fulmine glanced around and took in the scents around him and without a second thought followed after Nebbia's and Decay's scents. It didn't take long to find either one, but he saw Decay first and silently looked over her posture and frowned. He followed the medics gaze and blinked, it seemed that their new alpha was talking with two strangers.
Fulmine's frown turned into a scowl as he noticed the fur along her back had risen. Huffing softly, the male stepped forward, schooling his face as he stepped in next to his alpha. While he was unsure, he was probably one of the biggest wolves in the pack and good back up when it came to intimidating aggressive strangers. Though these two didn't seem aggressive. He nodded a silent greeting to the two strangers, and pressed his nose to the shoulder of Nebbia, in a show of silent support and greeting. He didn't know the other female well, as he was a fight while she'd been a hunter, but he'd heard things both good and bad from pack-mates.

(sorry for the long wait! ... and maybe for the long post. xD)

[C O R V I D]

Nebbia||Alpha||CS

An ear twists to the side as Nebbia heard paw-steps approach from behind her. The scent that fills her nose is one of her packmates, the feel of Fulmine's own cool against her warm fur. A soft hum resinating from within her throat in both greeting and consideration. The two new wolves didn't seem to be hostile towards her, quite the opposite. Despite Soldier's words which Nebbia knew rang true, had they wanted to hurt her or her pack they would have done so already. Nebbia shook her head, her eyes seeming to refocus from her thoughts as they settle on the images infront of her. "We will welcome you in, I'll introduce you to the others once you are settled. From there I will have you shadow our leads to assess your strengths." Who is she to deny another's search for a home? Nebbia's herself once in the same position, and had the previous alpha denied her then Nebbia knew she would have died a long time ago.


Decay||Medic||CS

Decay stalked closer to the voices, her body lying close to the ground. Fur dragging dirt and rocks, staining the white fur of her hocks and belly. From where she stood now Decay could clearly see and hear what is happening. We are welcoming them in? Decay's thoughts run quickly in her mind. Why come to us?

(It's alright! XD
Decay's is a bit short but that's mainly since she's not actually interacting with anyone just yet).

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||*Astra*||
||Description||color=grey]*Astra is a female wolf who is very young and small for her age. She's fun and loving. She loves to run and can sometimes be short tempered. She is very insecure about her size. She's quite skinny and loves to swim and climb. She is kind and crazy and excitable. She does get into trouble a lot so keep and eye on her . She is very good at fighting and hunting. Because of her small body she can easily move to catch her prey or beat her oponent.
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||Nick-Name|| *Delta Fighter*||
||Gender|| *Female*||

||Rank||*Rank Here*||
||Age||*2 years*||

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||Personality|| *Fun, excitable, energetic, insecure, loving until made mad, motherly.*||
||History|| *She was born in the pack but her mother was killed in battle, her dad soon ran away with another female leaving her, their only kin.*||

||Kin|| *none*||
||Pups|| *none*

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||Crush|| *open*||

||Mate|| *opem*||
||Pack|| *Pack of Crimson Hollows*||
||Other|| *I real the rules *||