the end - literate wolf roleplay - open

[chagrin]

can I have a quick recap of what's going on, I've read trough all of it, but I forgot most of it xD }
also, do I need to reply to anyone in specific? }

[Cakewalk]

{In Saf: Caleb howled in the Saf pack.
Hana (hunter) waiting for pack to rise.
Clayon (fighter) waiting for fighters to check borders.
Dakota (hunter) told Caleb there were deer by the river.
Snowface (beta) disrespectfully greeted the alpha.
Aimee (healer) requested an escort.
Keegan (fighter) exited his den.
Langley (fighter) volunteered to escort Aimee. Langley and Aimee have now left.
Lamia (fighter) is at the edge of the pack's clearing, listening in on everyone.

In Gaddar: Medieval summoned Gaddar wolves with a growl. Going hunting, told Fey to wake everyone.
Flynn (beta male) with Medieval.
Fey (hunter) sucking up to alpha male. She went to wake Amari.
Royale (fighter) approached the hunting party.
Bronn (fighter) caught up to Medieval, Flynn, and Fey. Left the hunting party, angrily.
Grayfell (fighter) asked what Medieval wanted him to do.
Keiler (healer) has greeted Fey.
Medieval is growing irate with Bronwenn and Greyfell. He attacked the latter.

That's all I know. }

[indefinite,]

{{ and my wolf perdita, huntress of saf, snuck away from the organization of the hunting party and went to the stream, where she's open for interaction c: }}

[Banter.]

(( I've started my post with Grayfell, but I don't think I'll be able to finish it tonight. I woke up with a virus this morning :/ ))

[Popcorns]

{Oh this took way to long to get out :c I'm sorry about that. I'll try to respond quicker next time. I planned to post last night, but other things popped up.}

♠Flynn
♠Gaddar
♠Beta

" Flynn, I need you to scout ahead and find the freshest scents of prey."

When Medieval said his name, Flynn was ready to go wherever he needed to go. It wasn't that he was scared of his Alpha, okay maybe he was, but he respected the wolf none the less. Medieval held the pack together well even if it seemed to be done poorly. Maybe one day Flynn could lead like him, except he'd like to not be tensing up to attack his pack members every moment.

The Beta gave a curt nod before looking for the nearest figure to take along. Gaddar had a huge territory. Flynn himself couldn't search it alone. He wondered if Medieval would mind if Flynn took someone with him. The male didn't want to ask though because he was afraid that it would be taken as a stupid question. He himself hated stupid questions, he didn't want to imagen how the alpha would take a silly question. Bronnwen was retreating from Medieval, something Flynn thought as daring. The beta sprang after her, but stopped as he noticed the large black wolf tense. Instead of attacking though, the Alpha instead nipped at Greyfell's shoulder instead. Flynn changed his mind about Bronnwen when she turned around and gave Medieval her own aggressive response. Does this female want to be exiled? Flynn simple shook his head. He looked over at the approaching grey and creme colored female, Royale. She was late. Thankfully for her though, Medieval was too focused on Bronnwen. No sooner then the female had arrived though, she quickly scampered off. Not wanting to stay around to see what Medieval would do to the fighter, the Beta followed Royale.

Spotting the female cowering in the bushes, Flynn approached her quickly, "Royale, Medieval wants me to scout the prey trails. Come along and help me. Let's not keep the Alpha waiting. The sooner he has something to hunt, the better for the rest of us." Flynn didn't ask her if she wanted to join him, he just assumed she wouldn't refuse, "Especially for Bronnwen." He added the last part under his breath. He they could find a herd of deer or something for the pack, Medieval wouldn't be so tempted to attack the female fighter hopefully. Flynn watched Royale for a moment before taking off himself. He only hoped the fighter's terrified scent would go away before they found any prey. Didn't want to peeve Medieval off more by telling him he couldn't find anything. Flynn set off towards the deer trail that ran through both Saf and Gaddar territory. Hopefully the deer were on their side and not Saf's side.
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♠Clayton
♠Saf
♠Fighter

Clayton was about to volunteer himself for the blind healer, but Langley stepped up first. The male then proceeded to follow Hana over to where there seemed to be a gather around Caleb. The male lightly touched Lamia's fluffy, ragged smokey fur with his head, "Come on Lamia, let's see what today's agenda is." the male said gently to the half blind female. Clayton always tried to act gentle and polite around the female because some of the others were a bit put off by her ragged looks. At first, sure the male was a bit scared of her, but as her rank sibling Clayton learned to accept the female.

The male looked over his companions that were conversing with Caleb, who looked more dog like then wolf. Not that anyone questioned his ancestry, that would just be a bit rude. Then there was Hana, someone he had grown up with. The white female was someone he remembered him and his brother Flynn romping around with, along with her brother Greyfell. Greyfell though left the pack later on, something Clayton knew Hana wasn't happy about. There was also the russet female Dakota. She was a quiet one, like Clayton himself. As far as he could remember, Dakota didn't have much of a family, it had just been her and her mother. Plus, there was Snowface who Clayton heard complain about the discussion of hunting being near his den. The fighter knew the Beta could be rude as he got straight to the point, but wasn't it a little much to act all sarcastic to Caleb? Sure he had been awoken by their talking, but it wasn't that big of a deal. Guess Snowface was just a big grump in the morning.

"And if none of the other hunters are up to it, I think some of the fighters might could come along, if you want."

Hearing that perhaps his fellow fighters and himself might go along for the hunt, Clayton quickly put in his thought, "Well I was planning to actually go check the borders first. We might want to make sure any Gaddar wolves haven't sneaked over during the middle of the night and caused trouble. Although I guess we could do that while on the way to the prey." The male added the last part so as it wouldn't seem as though he was challenging Caleb's decision or anything.

[Cakewalk]

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{Female || 5 Years Old || Saf || Fighter || Single}
"There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back."

Lamia felt the light touch against her pelt. Her lips lifted over her yellow fangs in a reflex against who she thought was her mother. Her head turned, the one good eye taking in the shape and colors while her nose picked up on the male's scent. "Oh, Clayton, I didn't know it was you," she said quietly, her words not nearly as fast as when she spoke to her dead mother. A smile crossed her expression at the thought of this male. Most of the wolves in the pack had not taken to her kindly. Her appearance brought up many hateful questions and scorn from the maws of others. When she had first arrived, all of the wolves had kept their distance, waiting for the female to snap at them and act as crazy as she looked. Fortunately for them, Lamia was a different breed of crazy caused by an illness that had taken over her brain two years ago and had left her mumbling to her mother and only able to partially see out of the one eye her parent had left her with.

She had grown used to the feeling of being alone, and she found comfort in the male's closeness. Clayton was on of the few that had grown used to her presence and strangeness, though she was not sure he really trusted her, as a pack should do, but him simply sitting in any sort of proximity to her screamed that he no longer believed she would leap over and rip out his throat. Lamia allowed her front half to sink to the ground as a yawn escaped her muzzle. The morning had been a long one, and she feared that the lack of sleep would allow her mother to come through stronger throughout the day, while she was hoping one of her siblings would appear. The soft grin was soon chased away by the vacant look the fighter usually carried. She settled in with her ears forward, listening in on the conversation. So rarely did she speak up in the meetings. She did what she was told, the times she could remember it, and kept out of anything else, knowing that the pack had little time to listen to the wolf that was not all there. Today was no different. No words reverberated off of her vocal cords besides the few spoken to Clayton.

[Malédiction]

{I will try to make my post as literate as possible, but I'm on my phone so sorry if it isn't as long as it usually is.}

Royale
Gaddar
Female Fighter

Royale pinned her ears, watching her Pack. Medieval was clearly the most aggressive one, she didn't know of a kind wolf in the Gaddar. Keiler was excluded, as Healers mostly tended to be nice. The fae jumped at the sound of the Beta's voice, she hadn't been paying attention to him when he approached. Royale crawled deeper into the thicket, her eyes holding as much fear as she would let on. As he asked her to join him in search of prey, she was about to shake her head when he mentioned their Alpha. Tensing, she hurried after him, not wanting to deal with him another second. Her long strides brought her to his side in no time, and she immediately slowed down, not wanting to scare the prey.

As the Fighter lifted her nose up in the air, she was greeted by a strong scent of deer, along with smaller prey like rabbits and hares. The deer trail was long, and she waited until they got closer to the open field before crouching low, her instincts kicking in. She used the tactics she had when she had been younger, after running away from home for a couple months. She evened out her weight on all paws as to not stir the leaves, she made sure she didn't bother the ferns or branches. The Fighter couldn't help but glance sideways at the Beta, mostly because she wanted to be corrected if wrong. She never knew what to do with her tail, yet she always seemed to catch something even with this fault in her position. The sound of antlers rubbing against wood suddenly alerted her, and she froze. If it was a buck, she was out of here. Even a Fighter couldn't fight one off, and she definitely wasn't in the mood for a run in with a full-grown buck, even with Flynn at her side.

[spiff]

((Ahaha Fey sucking up to Medieval? I guess that's true, in a sad sort of way.

Because Amari's player isn't responding, should I continue as if Medieval never asked Fey to wake her up?))

[Malédiction]

{Yeah sure. I just wanted to tell you guys that I am leaving for St.-Lucia today so if there is wifi at the resort, great! I'll be able to answer. But if there isn't I'm afraid I won't be able to post until January 7th. I don't mind if anyone roleplays Medieval while I'm gone, since he's Alpha, but please stick to his violent nature. Don't change his personality all of a sudden and he becomes nice. Thank you.}

[chagrin]

thank you for the recap. i will be posting in shortly. }
Love.Me.Not have a nice trip. :) i do so hope you have internet though... xD }