ｍｉｄｎｉｇｈｔ & ｍｏｏｎｌｉｔ| ˢᵉᵐᶤ ˡᶤᵗ ʷᵒˡᶠ ʳᵖ

[spookyemma]

[ May I please reserve Beta Female in Moonlit and Lead Fighter male in Midnight? ]

[love lucy]

Sure.

[universe.]

[@lucy: i may not be finished for a while. i don't have a form for my characters so i have to make one.]

[love lucy]

that's okay, i understand.

[universe.]

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I'm sorry, mother... I'm sorry, I let you down
Well, these days I'm fine - No these days I tend to lie
I'll take the West train, just by the side of Amsterdam
Just by my left brain, just by the side of the Tin man

I'm sorry, brother... I'm sorry, I let cha down
Well, these days you're fine - No these days you tend to lie
You'll take the West train, just by the side of Amsterdam
Just by your left brain, just by the side of the Tin man

Your time will come if you wait for it, if you wait for it
It's hard, believe me... I've tried
But I keep coming up short
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name; Amsterdam.
age; four years old.
gender; female.
rank; omega.
pack; midnight.

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personality; Amsterdam is a quiet wolf. never really having a reason to say anything. wip
history; Amsterdam was born in the south forest, to two beautiful timber wolves. her mother was the daughter of an alpha, and her father was a loner. she had only seen her father once, and it was when he was passing by the border. only, she was four months old then. so she didn't have much of an idea on who he was. she just thought of him as a loner trying to mate with one of the older females. her grandfather treated her like a princess, but knew she was the daughter of an unwanted male. he knew that it was bound to happen, but he just never wanted to accept it. when she turned six months old her mother passed away due to a disease that came to the valley. she and two other wolves were killed. now without a mom she lived with her pack as an omega basically. useless to the other wolves, unable to hunt and fight. she was a weak link without her mother or father. she would never learn how to hunt without them. at the age of a year and three months she went into her first heat, and the other females of the pack followed her along. the lone brutes came around at least once a day trying to steal a female. her grandfather worked hard to chase the brutes away even at his old age. after her first heat her grandfather had died of old age and being worked to hard. the pack basically fell apart. everyone started to howl to mourn his death, and some started to leave to establish a new pack. being so young she had no option but to stay with the only wolves left, herself. she stayed in the valley for another five months before being chased out by a bear. with no home to go to she fled to the forest. wandering and searching. hoping to come across a loner to join with. she came across no one. for about two years and three months she lived as a loner. finally she came across the scent of a brute and many others. eventually she walked into the territory and was accepted into the pack. she was never able to move her way up on the ranks and was kept at the low rank of an omega. always submitting to everyone, and tucking her tail. never able to eat first, only getting skin and bones for a meal.

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mate; no, though she does wish for one.
pups none, though she does want a litter.
crush; no one, though she is looking at the brutes out there.
all around love; Amsterdam has never had mate, but a crush? yes, she has had one. when she lived in her pack there was a lone brute that would come by every night and howl at the moon. she would howl along with him, and the two would have a sweet duet together. often their songs would be broken up by her grandfather, and she would continue howling until he howled back to let her know he was okay. other than him she had never gotten closer to any other brute she may love.
secrets; Amsterdam has one secret. she cannot fight. worth nothing. fighting is one thing she just cannot do.

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other; should my brute be black?

[love lucy]

if you want to. adding Amsterdam as Omega now.

[love lucy]

i think i'll make another male.

[windsorblue17]

(( I'd like to reserve Beta in Midnight. ))

[love lucy]

↳CAST OUT OF THE NIGHT,
YOU GOT A FOOLIS HEART.
SO YOU TOOK YOUR PLACE,
BUT YOUR FALL FROM GRACE
WAS THE HARDEST ONE.
IT FEELS LIKE A DAGGER
BURIED DEEP IN YOUR BACK-
YOU RUN FOR COVER BUT
YOU CAN'T ESCAPE THE SECOND ATTACK
YOUR SOUL WAS INNOCENT,
YOU KISSED HIM AND HE PAINTED IT BLACK.
YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN YOUR LITTLE FACE
BURNING FOR LOVE,
HOLDING ON FOR YOUR LIFE.

ALL THAT I WANTED WAS A LITTLE TOUCH,
A LITTLE TENDERNESS, THE TRUTH.
I DIDN'T ASK FOR MUCH, NO,
TALK ABOUT BEING IN THE WRONG PLACE,
AT THE WRONG TIME


MISS ATOMIC BOMB, MAKING OUT WE GOT THE RADIO ON.

YOU'RE GONNA MISS ME WHEN IM GONE
YOU'RE GONNA MISS ME WHEN IM GONE

RACING SHADOWS IN THE MOONLIGHT
THROUGH THE DESERT ON A HOT NIGHT
AND FOR A SECOND THERE WE'VE WON
YEAH, WE WERE INNOCENT AND YOUNG.

THE DUST CLOUD HAS SETTLED, AND MY EYES ARE CLEAR.
BUT SOMETIMES IN DREAMS OF IMPACT I STILL HEAR

MISS ATOMIC BOMB
IM STANDING HERE'
SWEAT ON MY SKIN

AND THIS LOVE THAT I'VE CRADLED
IT'S WEARING THIN

MISS ATOMIC BOMB

BUT IM STANDING HERE
AND YOU'RE TOO LATE

YOURE GONNA MISS ME WHEN IM GONE
YOUR SHOCKWAVE WHISPERED
SHOCKWAVED WHISPERED
AND SEALED YOUR FATE.

JUST LIKE A DAGGER BURIED DEEP IN YOUR BACK

ITS PROVING GROUND

YOU RUN FOR COVER BUT YOU CANT ESCAPE THE SECOND ATTACK

AND YOU TOOK A CHANCE

YOUR SOUL WAS INNOCENT, HE KISSED YOU AND PAINTED IT BLACK

ON A LOSERS GAME.

YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN HER LITTLE FACE BURNING FOR LOVE

MISS ATOMIC BOMB
HOLDING ON FOR YOUR LIFE
BUT YOU CANT SURVIVE
WHEN YOU WANT IT ALL

ALL THAT I WANTED WAS A LITTLE TOUCH

THERES ANOTHER SIDE

A LITTLE TENDERNESS, THE TRUTH.

TALK ABOUT BEING IN THE WRONG PLACE,
AT THE WRONG TIME

ｉ ａｍ ｐｌｅａｓｅｄ ｔｏ ｍｅｅｔ ｙｏｕ

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My name is Hollow. Don't like it, don't say it. My name has no history whatsoever actually. My parents just named me like that. Now, leave that topic alone. I have no rank. I have no mate, no crush, and no pups, although those would be nice... anyways, no one better dare disrespect me. You really don't want to get in trouble with me around. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Now, what should I say. I have a thing for caterpillars. I just hate those chubby, crawling things. Give me the creeps how disgusting they are. Just. don't tease me about it unless I really like you. If you do and let's say your not on my preference list, I'll make sure you regret it for sure.What can I say? Guess that's the best I can come up with right away.

I'm a brute, obviously, four years old. You can recognize me easily since I have sea-blue eyes, I'm a tall and muscular grey wolf, with a bittersweet attitude. Bittersweet, I say, because I'm rarely sweet, and bitter because I'm simply sour like that, with a stubborn but protective and silent attitude. I hate to open up, and I'd first push you away than admit I like you. I'm willing to protect my pack at all costs, no matter what, and if you join I hope you do too. Packs are families, and everyone has to take care of each other.


My parents had died recently since we all couldn't survive winter and my mother passed away that season. My father fallowed in the pain it caused him. That's why I've sworn to myself that I'll never fall like that. Love breaks; it destroys. I've never seen anyone so sad like my father was. Because love is like a flame, that while it burns your wrapped in it's warmth, but as it ends, you end up cold and feel lifeless, like an important part of you missing. Trust me, since I've experience that.

When I left I did find a pack. Very quickly to say. And I fell in love, or so I think. I'd fallen hard, desperate after a fae, a little older than I. She was beautiful. The most beautiful she-wolf I've seen. With green eyes, and a coat as white as snow. And that was her name. Snow. I was such a fool. She laughed, and teased me, and I thought she loved me back. I was like a pup after her. When reality was she was just faking to have me going after her. I was probably the strongest male. And she the prettiest female. The alpha didn't like that much since he wanted her for himself, and actually, she liked him too. Just telling you, that I couldn't count how many times she sighed dreamily over him and I just growled lowly in jealousy. It is a feeling I despise.

So the alpha chased me out. But I couldn't leave my love behind. So I went back. To find her with him. However, he didn't notice my presence and went out hunting, so I tried to have a word with her. To convince her we should elope and go away to start our own pack. I was hitting rock bottom over whatever she said. And all her lies were worth gold to me. So that was me. A fallen idiot. And she laughed. Laughed like I'd was worth crap which is what I meant to her. She toyed around with my feelings, and made fun of me. Of course, I realized she didn't love me, not even close to what I'd let my heart to burn at. And as I said before, as I went away alone, part of me was left behind. And I was an empty shell. Like my name. Because the fire had burned out and I was cold.

So I fled, desperate to find a new start. But a new start without love. And that is why I never plan to fall in love again. And want to join another pack. My story does not have death in a great manner, but if you knew the pain I suffered, you would understand, that I simply don't want to get hurt anymore. Specially after I was such a fool. Why would it even occur to me she might really love me? I don't know. It was a stupid mistake, a really stupid mistake, and I regret everything that happened! I regret laying my eyes on her! Because at the end she treated me like trash and I was left broken. So today that's what I am. A broken soul. Not reparable, but still working. Agonizingly trying my best every day. To love is to destroy. And to be loved is to be destroyed too. Love weakens you. Makes you vulnerable. And it happened to me. I turned weak.

That's my story. And here I am. We all have stories to tell. And that was one of mine. My misery.

_________________________________________________________CAREFUL FOR I HAVE A SHATTERED HEART

[love lucy]

(( I'd like to reserve Beta in Midnight. ))

Well, that depends because there is someone else who wants the same position.