You're Dead To Me. {Wolf RP Accepting}

[avaloafe]

{Shadow Luv accepted. Rain: As long as you actually do it later on because I've had people say they would and never did.}

- Yes I will make a male sometime -

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[.imagine.dragons.]

[I'm in central. it's 11:11 :3

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{I'm alone right now so when it went 12:00, I just went "Yay." lol}

[Socks + Lani]

.{it's 18:18 in NZ on New Years so happy new years guys c;}.

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{Lol.}

[Socks + Lani]

.{anywayz, all my characters are free so feel free to just barge in on their private thoughts... XD}.

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{I have to go. I will be on tomorrow.}

[tigers breath]

[. Happy New Years BD now...I get to start new, and learn from the mistakes I made last year. Ah, so many I made O.O Anyways. Now that Sims isn't distracting me, I can post a real post x33

Minnow's white fur was slightly russled with nervousness. She hated being shy, but it was something that she had to deal with. Something that made her. She was happy with herself, wasn't she? At least she thought she was happy with herself. She never knew now of days. She sucked in a deep breath, her ears instantly flattening against her small head. She slowly climbed to her paws. She was quite scrawny for a wolf. She didn't have as much muscle as the other faes, nor was she was as big. That was the sad thing about being a runt. Her father was ashamed of her, her mother was happy with her. She sighed shaking her head slowly closing her eyes, haling out her long white pelt. Deciding that she ought to eat, she pressed fforeword out of the shadows that once casted their shadowy presence over her before pressing towards the wood son light paws.

[Socks + Lani]

--Tirry [brute, 3 years, no crush/mate] [the forest; neutral] [with no one; -]
Sighing, Tirry stood up and shook out his fur, lifting his nose to the air to scent. He smelt another wolf fairly close by. Maybe they would have better luck if they hunted together? In any case, Tirry didn't want to bother the..... fae? Yes, scent told him that the wolf close by was a fae. Swinging his nose in the opposite direction, he recognized the scent of a deer herd. He decided not to take the risk of tackling a deer- even a fawn- by himself. He wasn't the strongest wolf in the pack, and even if he was it would still be risky. He settled on prowling through the forest in search of other small prey.