{blood} and {pride};; {wolf war/romance};; {accepting};;

[spiff]

((Sorry, I didn't see your form, but even so, I'm afraid I can't accept you because your posts aren't literate enough for this roleplay.))

[sparrow.]

є ህ є я ƒαℓℓìиɠ sнαᗪσὠs

cяυsн:
иσиє
иìcκиαмє:
єህєя
ὠìтн:
no one yet
αɠє:
3 years
ραcκ:
иσятнsìᗪє
яαиκ:
ƒìɠнтєя

ìт's αℓὠαγs ᗪαяκєsт вєƒσяє тнє ᗪαὠи.
Ever nodded at Rowan's words, and fell back a few steps to where she was in line with Alice. "Hello, Alice." She greeted the slightly younger fae, her grey, red and black ears twitching, her blue and amber eyes searching the land around them as she spoke, looking for a threat to their pack. Nothing seemed to be going on, but you could never be to wary, right?

Trotting beside Alice, her breathing light, Ever spotted Ash trotting up, reporting she hadn't seen anything, and Ever dipped her head in return, greeting the other fae. Blinking, Ever yawned slightly, still tired considering her nightmare. It was a reoccurring dream, and it was starting to make her loose sleep. Not a very fun thing, she must say. Shaking her head lightly to herself, she tried to think as to why she'd be having these dreams. Her father wasn't part of her life anymore. There was nothing he could do to her, if he could even find her.

Shoving the thoughts away, the small fae tried to focus on the task ahead of her. No other wolves seemed to be hanging around the border, which was perfectly fine with her. She may be a fighter, but she didn't crave fights as much as others. She'd seen what the power of fighting did to others, and it didn't make her feel all the more excited to get involved in a fight. Just thinking about it made her blue gaze flicker down to her scar covered legs, each scar telling a different battle story. She wasn't exactly keen to get another.

ƒ α ℓ ℓ є и sнαᗪσὠs σƒ cнασs

cяυsн:
иσиє
иìcκиαмє:
ƒαℓℓ
ὠìтн:
no one yet
αɠє:
3 years
ραcκ
тσ вє ìи sσυтнsìᗪє
яαиκ:
ƒìɠнтєя

αиᗪ ìт's нαяᗪ тσ ᗪαиcє ὠìтн α ᗪєህìℓ σи γσυя вαcκ, sσ sнακє ìт σƒƒ.

Fall sniffed the air, his black nose twitching. He scented someone, smelling strongly of herbs, and the pack he was staying in now. Lifting his chin slightly, he didn't move, figuring the wolf, a fae by the scent of her, would show herself when she felt like it. When a chorus of branches snapped, the brute turned, seeing a pretty, yet seemingly clumsy fae flat on her snout. With a little yelp, she popped up and skidded back, slamming into a tree and causing a pile of leaves to fall and thread themselves in her black colored fur. Moving lithely, the male trotted over, and gave her a concerned look. "Are you alright there?" He ask gently.

He posed no threat, his eyes soft with concern, though a fire raged behind them. Few would be able to spot it, but the wolf had it there. A vengeance he wished to fulfill; for his dead mother and sister's sake. However, at the moment, his golden eyes were curious and concerned. The fae seemed frightened, and though most would be able to see it, the weary traveler could see her wary anger that seemed to fill her movements. Wondering what had made her this way, the grey brute dipped his nose to brush a few leaves out of her fur, his touch gentle.

"I didn't mean to frighten you. I mean, I know I'm gorgeous, but most don't run howling at the first sight of me." he teased, his tone joking. Hopefully the fae wouldn't rip his throat out in return, because she certainly seemed capable of it.

[|| Ghost ||]

OOC: Alright, I finally finished. :3

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username;;

Gh⊕st

name;;

Blitzen-Blitz

gender;;

Fae-Female

age;;

2 1/2 yrs.

pack;;

Southside.

rank;;

Hunteress

one word;;

Unpredictable

personality;;

Blitz is unpredictable. One moment she can be calm and understanding, and before you know it; she'll lash out and won't let anyone close to her. She's cold, distant, and enjoys her independence. Her headstrong and stubborn personality make for a fiery attitude, and she has a habit of lettering her ego pile up too easily. She lets her pride get in the way of a lot of decisions that might be more logical to others. And her broiling temper is worse than a bull's. Blitz doesn't let anyone tell her what to do, not easily at least. And it takes a long time to gain any kind of stable standing to understand just where she's coming from. But underneath that hard shell, she is strong and bitter. She is thoughtful, responsible, and dependable. She hates being pushed around, although her loyalty is a respectable asset.
She loves the smell of rain, and the warmth that the flesh of a fresh kill gives off. Every night, she falls asleep watching the stars from the hole of her little den. And those stars remind her of her odyssey. She was not in fact pack born, but found by the healers as a pup. Lost in the woods, smelling of disease, and barely strong enough to walk. Over time, the pack accepted her as their own. And the memory of her discovery, was nearly lost amidst the chaos of war.
Blitz never cared for the taste of fish or birds, although she'd only eat the if there was no other choice. She didn't like the way the Sun smothered her during the summer. Instead she longed for the feeling of snowflakes gently stroking her pelt; and a winter sun dancing along it's reflection along a frozen stream. Wolves that were selfish or immoderately ignorant, never came very close to baring a proximate relationship with Blitz. While she was small and lithe, and not excessively strong in physicality; Blitz more than made up for it in her speed and agility. Most of her body was muscle, and the most staunch of those muscles resided within her legs. Even with her ego, she feared death and any other creation of it's upbringing. She fear losing those that she loved, she feared feeling pain, and she feared many other things. No one is perfect, and Blitz was definitely not perfect either. She was just a scared little pup, who was strong enough to hide it.

love interest;;

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other;;

Hi :) ... Hi... *waves* Hi...

[spiff]

((Accepted.))

[|| Ghost ||]

OOC: Thank you. ^_^

[Ƨтяαωвɛяяʏღღღ]

grace

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● northside ● fighter ● with rowan, ever, alice & ash ●

I Watched for a second or two as Rowan led the way into the wood and towards the border before I went off after him in a light trot. My spot in our formation was behind both Ever and Rowan, slightly I the middle if you were to be directly in front of me. I listened a little but to what they had to say, and a slight smile appeared on my lips when Rowan replied that he hadn't been out on the whole border yet, so maybe I - we, I mean - would be lucky enough to find some snooping southsiders sneaking around on our territory, and then maybe we'd also be lucky enough to take them in, as a prisoner of course, though. I looked next to me as Alice bounded up behind us, and I watched silently as she opened her mouth to speak but closed it when they - Rowan and Ever - started to talk. I felt half bad, what what am I supposed to do? She should be the one talking after they were finished. As Ash came up I greete her with a bow, getting a little bit sad that I - we, sorry again - wouldn't get to do what I do best. But there was always a whole other side of the territory. I stayed silent throughout the walk I the border, letting my senses be who I was having a conversation with. The scent of southside wolves got stronger and made my gag reflex more sensitive every second I got a little closer to the filthy dogs... I mean, ya my paws are dirty and so is the rest of my coat but... They're just filthy.

[|| Ghost ||]

OOC: Hi Strawberry! I haven't talked to you in forever! :D

[Ƨтяαωвɛяяʏღღღ]

{{ oh, well hai there ghost (:

[|| Ghost ||]

乃ｌｉｔ ｚ ｅ ｎ

{ ｓｏｎｇ } {ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : Camp-Forest } { ｓｏｕｔｈｓｉｄｅ } { ｈｕｎｔｅｒｅｓｓ } { ｗｉｔｈ : - }

It was simply the morning that woke me from my slumber. No odd smells, not the presence of another being, or the shift in the wind. My sleep had only ended. I hadn't had a proper dream in what seem like moons, but I didn't really miss them. They just weren't all that memorable.
The camp wasn't very lively this morning, and it seemed like most everyone was still asleep. I took this moment for advantage, enjoying the silence and the fog that wrapped around me. The cool morning clashed with my fur in an ironic way. Like the world couldn't decide whether it wanted it to be night or day. And my glinting gaze settled upon the entrance of camp every now and then while I groomed myself. The thought of going out for some early hunting came up, and it seemed like a okay idea.
So I stood on all fours, taking a heaving breath before starting at a trot... And then pushing a spark of force within my legs. I could hear the crackles that sounded in my muscles as I went straight ahead, like my body had shifted gears into four-wheel drive. All of the scents that raced through my mind filled me with intense bliss. I was running so hard that it was hard to breathe right, and that sent me on a high; which only made me run even faster. A smirk danced along my black lips, and I couldn't really help myself.
Eventually, I pulled myself back to a more serious mode. And my predator instincts started up, spinning a new pair of wheels in my head. 'Crack...' D*mn... My teeth glinted from the distasteful frustration, when I realized that my paws had misplaced themselves upon a twig. Maybe, if I'm careful... Suddenly a cloud of black birds erupted from the trees, flying farther and farther into the sun. Nice going Blitz... There still might be something here though...Might.

[.yuanfen]

♏ i n e r v a . || southside || healer

why don't they understand
that we are all the same
we all feel lost at times
why don'tthey understand
that someone else's pain
is not for gain

sticks and stones won't break my soul
get out of the way, I'm invincible
throw them down
'cause the one you hurts not around
not around
it's not your place
honestly

!

Oh no oh no oh no. Pure panic flooded her as she heard the approaching noise of footsteps. She should get out of here- the wolf that she had just seen was now sticking his muzzle in her face. Yelping in fear she leaped backwards into the tree again, ears drawing back instinctively, but not aggressively. Though perhaps her outside emotions towards other wolves seemed as though she could tear them limb from limb, she was at heart a wolf who preferred peace and quiet compared to blood-filled battles.
"Um, I'm ... okay," she whispered, darting behind the safety of the tree trunk and peering out from behind it, wide amber eyes inquisitive but hesitant. Minerva certainly had never met this wolf before, but he did not carry the scent of Northside, which allowed the bristling fur on the back of her neck to lay flat. Whimpering slightly as he nosed a few leaves out of her coat, she instinctively retreated further into the bushes.
It was an experience completely foreign to her. Most pups in the Southside pack were taught repetitively from birth never to seek her out unless they were in dire need of her healing ability. By the time they went out into the open the words of their parents had been so deeply ingrained into their minds that there was not one who would dare to approach her. The gentle gesture, the fact that he dared to approach her completely was a contradiction of how she had been treated her entire life.
Minerva found herself inexplicably drawn to the vivid color of his eyes, flecked with hidden emotion that she could not put fully formed thoughts to despite her best tries; eyes tracing down to his legs, her healer instincts were jolted by the sight of the scars running across them.