ｆｏｌｌｏｗ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｇｈｔｓ :: semi-lit wolf roleplay :: accepting.

[hibari,]

➳ brute;; ➳ beta male;; ➳ 3 years
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➳ ＡＳ Ａ ＦＩＧＨＴＥＲ;
Ｉ ＳＨＡＬＬ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＲＥＳＴ ＵＮＴＩＬ Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＭＹ ＲＥＶＥＮＧＥ
ＮＯＲ ＷＩＬＬ Ｉ ＧＩＶＥ ＭＥＲＣＹ.
Ｉ ＭＵＳＴ ＫＩＬＬ.

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"Yes, mil'lady. The alphas and betas have a right to send any punishment, even severe as exile. However, all wolves both ranks of alphas and betas must approve of his/her's decision and think it is reasonable and fair for the type punishment and the cause to give the punishment. If the decision is very unfair, then of course, it will be refused. If the decision is absolutely outrageously unfair, then a punishment is handed to the wolf that decided that choice, but it will not be severe," Apocalypse replied formally to Isinn. "You will join the pack as a lower ranked wolf once the higher ranks approve of you, but perhaps not entirely. You still will have the rest of the pack to decide you will benefit the group. Being a lower ranked wolf, you will need to help out others, and listen to orders, even if it is a tad arduous. Complaints will not be tolerated. Later, once the pack gets your trust, you will be treated like a normal pack member. He turned his head to Pheaca, listening to her words. "Yes, yes, we should," he whispered back. Apocalypse stretched his front paws and said, "Pheaca's expecting pups."

[~Moonheart~]

(May I reserve a loner spot?)

Nevermind, I have finished my form c:

[ponyface]

A p o l l o
brute ;; young adult ;; subcoordinate ;;

Apollo listened carefully to what Apocalypse had to say, nodding slowly. Dipping his head, he replied, "I expected to be treated as such. I never could have predicted that any pack would be so welcoming as you two have been, and I offer you my gratitude. I'll do my best not to let you down." He hoped his words didn't sound too forced- he wasn't typically one to speak formally. Apollo had never really had any need to, as a loner, but something about Apocalypse made him uneasy. He seemed even more no-nonsense than Isinn. Still, Apollo liked the idea of a pack and the pack members themselves, even if they were a little intimidating, and he meant it when he said he'd do his best. Let's just hope I can do it, he thought. Then Apocalypse said he and Pheaca were expecting pups. "Congratulations!" he smiled, wagging his tail a bit. "I'm sure they'll be lovely!"

[~Moonheart~]

Maybe the wolf is in love with the ＭＯＯＮand each month it cries for a ＬＯＶＥ that it will never ＴＯＵＣＨ

My name? It is Arlen. I wouldn't want to be called anything else. It's all I've ever known.

Do I look like a brute to you? I am a fae; a female.

I live alone, without the warmth and protection of a pack. I'm close to their land though and sometimes I might tresspass. Who knows where I am.

Shoot for the ＭＯＯＮ. Even if you miss, you'll land among the ＳＴＡＲＳ.

Arlen has had a rough past, just as any loner has. The life of solitude and shadows is rough, but you grow stronger from it. Her mother was an outcast from her pack. She was driven away with her only pup; Arlen. Her name was Sheeka, and she was a shining black, just like her daughter. She lived alone out in the wilderness as she cared for and nursed her daughter. She taught her how to survive on her own in the wilderness, how to bring down prey without a team of wolves flanking her sides, how to stay warm in the winter. Arlen gained knowledge, and slowly, mother and daughter adapted to their new life.
One day, her mother developed disease, and died. She had no special herbs to heal her, no support from the pack she once knew. Arlen was heartbroken, but determination soon overshadowed her grief. Her heart became hard. She grew used to complete solitude.

Arlen used to be soft-hearted and warm, full of life and energy; she has long locked those feelings deep inside of her. Closing up all emotion besides coldness and mystery, she lives her life in constant confusion and fear. She feels drawn to the nearby pack for reasons that she can't explain. Perhaps it's because she has old roots there? Her bright amber eyes see everything; Almost nothing can escape her keen gaze. She is tense, but feirce, and will fight until her strength fails her.

She has no love. Nobody has ever given her a second glance, or even a smile. She is seen, she is given a snarl, and is chased away. And despite her mysterious appearance, she longs for someone to care and someone to listen.

Behind every ＢＥＡＵＴＩＦＵＬthing, there is some kind of ＰＡＩＮ.

[hypnotic.]

{ i'm back! recap?

[obiole]

Pheaca
She smiled and nodded to Apollo with a tiny smile cracked upon her features. "THank you, Apollo. I'm sure they will. Of course, they will have the best father I could think of." She said, looking over at her brute, Apocalypse. She reached her head over and licked his nose lovingly. Not trying to get to soft in front of the pack, she sat straight up and lost her smile, of course, and just observed everybody.

{{I honestly do not know what's going on, moment. Except that there's a pack meeting going on, but that's really it.

[swirleh]

[Apollo is talking to Apocalypse, Pheaca, and Ísinn about joining the pack... and I think that's it? Haha]

[obiole]

Pheaca
She smiled and nodded to Apollo with a tiny smile cracked upon her features. "THank you, Apollo. I'm sure they will. Of course, they will have the best father I could think of." She said, looking over at her brute, Apocalypse. She reached her head over and licked his nose lovingly. Not trying to get to soft in front of the pack, she sat straight up and lost her smile, of course, and just observed everybody.

{{Bump. ~

[ponyface]

A p o l l o
brute ;; young adult ;; subcoordinate ;;

"Of course," Apollo replied happily. "You two aren't betas for nothing, I'm sure." He wondered to himself if he'd ever have a mate, let alone pups. It was a nice thought, but he didn't want to be held down by some fae. She'd have to be someone really special. But who knows? Maybe she was out there somewhere.

[rottenmutt]

recap?;;