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[crypticamo]

--langley-male-saf-single--
He paced around the rest of the wolves in a smooth, slippery gait, his ears back on his head in a relaxed, yet submissive fashion. The wind ruffled his bi-colored fur slightly, and he sat in the fringes of the others, tilting his maw open to taste the air. It was a shallow, musky flavor that could only trace back to the mingling scents of the pack, hinted with the crisp sensation of frost in the air, most likely lingering from the previous snowfall. He had not slept that night. The moon had called to him, with her silver light and gentle presence among the stars, she was all but unwanted, and he could only describe his feelings toward the celestial being as utmost affection. But it is a fool's practice, he thought idly, to be in love with the moon.

A soft voice interrupted his thoughts, carrying through the wind like some sylph disturbing the silence. He raised his head, his stance shifting to an upright pose. His eyes searched the wolves for quite some time before he located the source of the voice. A delicate fae. The healer of the pack. Such a small body must find it hard to hold such swelling thoughts and responsibilities. The eye is not the limit to seeing, is it, now? Lackaday, Langley, you fool of a wolf. Respond to her. He stood up, stretching mildly before trotting over to her, a cordial smile slipping across his face.
"An escort? Why, lady, I would be glad to, if you would be so kind to let me do so." His voice was cheerful, laced with an indescribable accent of some sort- as if he was reciting poetry. Langley dipped his head down quietly to wait for the fae's responce, his ears flicking forward. It might appear to some wolves that he was mocking her in his high display of respect or submission. It was Langley's odd form of etiquette, the joker that he was. He was only being polite.

[indefinite,]

{{ great! reserved for my hunter of saf, perdita.

❝Still I can't let you be,
Most nights I hardly sleep.
Don't see what you don't need,
from me.

Just a drop in the ocean,
A change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me
might end up together.
It's like wishing for rain as I
stand in the desert,
But I'm holding you closer than most,
'Cause you are my heaven.❞

song : : 'Drop in the Ocean'
artist : : Ron Pope

. i love the way she wakes me up

| perdita | - | saf huntress | - | six | - | the "cold coffee" |

a drop in the ocean,
a change in the weather.
i was praying that you and me,
might end up together.

"Welcome to my roller coaster of life. No refunds."

• Full Name • perdita.
• Age • six years.
• Gender • female
• Birth Date • may 19, 2006.
• Birth Place • yellowstone.
• Face Character • none.

• Introduction •

Maisey Savannah Harris. Tell me, why does that name seem to suit her like a fish fits the sea? Because her parents knew she'd grow to be the beach bug she is now, sunkissed skin with hair so bleached by the sun it would be considered white. Maisey, for as beautiful and delicate as a flower. Savannah, for his much light she would bring into the world, for how mysterious she'd be for all the paths yet to be taken and vastness of her in whole. And Harris, for she would always be apart of the Harris bloodline and name, for the saltwater within her veins that will always make its presence when combined with the sea. Yes, the name suits her prefectly.

"If looks could kill, I'd be a dead man."

• Fur Color • light hazel.
• Weight • 70 lbs.
• Height • 4 feet tall.
• Body Type • slender and lean.

• Full Description •

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" Spare my your complaints, please. "

• Outside . . . • sarcastic, introverted.
• Inside . . . • selfconscious, bubbly.
• Secret • perdita isnt really one to
hold secrets. the only secrets that she
carries are the ones of her peers, bound
to secrecy by the friendshp. however,
they may be one secret she's yet to
make present. she wishes to become
like a dog. strange, yes, but she's seen
the connection between dogs and humans
herself and is so very jealous of it. she's
never seen that connection even amongst
her wolf pack. she thinks its something
every wolf needs: some good
companionship amongst a different
species.
• Likes • swimming, being by herself,
hunting, bird watching, exploring her
surroundings, blue and brown, vintage,
old fashioned stuff.
• Dislikes • loud, cats, herself,
pink, bugs, reality, being with
people, dogs.
• Fears • failure, judgement, being
underestimated, losing herself
to fear itself, being discovered,
love and other drugs.
• Dreams •
becoming someone's pet
living the life of solitude, being
known as brave, and living life full.

• Personality •

Perdita. One might thing of a delicate flower when hearing such a name, but what is she truely like? A ship wreck. It kind of suits her, don't you think? She's like the last piece of driftwood from the boat's bow flowing in the ocean's waves. Occassionally it will bob beneath the surface, drowing under the white water, but it always manages to break the surface once more, floating apon the top, supporting life that sits apon it, and waiting until the next wave comes to try to drown it. She's brave, yes. Strong? She's fighting to be. wip

• Background •

In all her glory, Courtney Rein was missing something short of her lifestyle, inspite having more than the average human. To be a mermaid was anyone's direst dream, but if anything, Courtney longed for that connection with a man as she saw in movies or all around her. Samuel Harris proved to be the cherry on top of her life. And the sprinkles? Her two children, Maisey and Hudson. Now Maisey was given the same gift as her mother, that of being a mermaid, but it doesnt mean she opens it with such full arms as her mother did. Maisey has no solid relationship with anyone in her family, except for her brother. Her brother is older, 20 years old and still living with the family. He's the father figure that never seemed to clique to Maisey, considering Samuel was always out on the boat gone fishing. Courtney tried to reach her daughter through their gift, but it seems Maisey refused. She's had an only real connection with her clown fish, Moby, and her chocolate labrador retriever Indie Ocean. She's only been a mermaid for about a year now and is still learning the ropes, considering she's shunned it out for months on end. When she finally did accept a part of it, she took it as a getaway car. She left Lindon, Australia and swam the endless seas. She couldnt find it in herself to stay there any longer. She was gone for a week, surviving by stealing fishermen's catches, one in perticular. Finn Marquee, a fine sailor apon his vessel. He wasnt a fisherman, but the day Maisey happened by he was hauling up a net full of salmon. Maisey wasnt careful enough, and Finn caught sight of her snatching a fish from his net. Luckily, Finn was a dreamer. He had his dreams of sailing over the open sea all alone for months on end and he was a fan of fiction. He agreed to keep her secret. They've become fast friends, and with Finn in knowledge of her secret, she returned home to keep a closer eye to make sure he held his word.

" Love seems to have a new meaning these days. "

• Crush • she wasnt looking for it, but
she's grown a soft spot for caleb.
its the friendship and trust thing she's so
fond of, im sure of it.
• Relationship Status • no, not currently.
• Ex(s) • none. she's never loved and
doesn't plan on doing so for a long while
ahead.

• What Is Love •

Love is a soft subject for Perdita. She's never once loved, never been asked for her paw. She's never felt what she hears so much about, but she's seen it and she has a pretty good idea of how its supposed to go. She rarely gives out love. Hundle, her brother seems to be the only one remotly capable of feeling affection towards her, and maybe a little bit for her mother. Nothing toward her father. To her, love isnt what it used to be and she knows it. Her parents? Their light in their relationship was blown out long ago and theres no match to light it up again. The adrehnaline is gone, and MPerdita believes if something as magical as love between a brute and a thing of fiction has vanished, what would ever be in store for her?

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© of the character goes to me.
© of form's edits and format goes to c a r p e . diem
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[|~Nevermore~|]

Aimée ; healer ; fae ; saf ; single.

The fae turned her head to the sound of Langley's voice. A sweet, smooth, poetic voice that Aimée would never complained about hearing. A soft, gentle smile graced her maw and she dipped her head. "Thank you," she said courtly, and rose to her soft white paws. She touched her nose to his side, feeling the warmth of his fur. This gesture of gratitude didn't last too long though, and Aimée was soon following her own old scent trail back into the forest.

Aimée always used the same trail, and after so many months didn't need eyes to travel through a very small portion of the forest. She had gone this way so many times her path bore into the soil, the grass long gone. She knew where nearly every tree along the path was, as she had run into most more than a few times. There were 112 trees along the path up until she had to use her nose to navigate.

Her rough, scarred paws stopped a few steps into the forest, waiting for her very polite escort. Her head turned back to camp, her delicate ears listening and her skilled nose sniffing. She needed holy, aloe, and lots of roots. Waiting, she ran over the list in her head.

[[If you want, Hana can join in too. Sorry for the short post, bad wifi connections really slow down my phone.]]

[Banter.]

(( @ Nevermore - That's alright, I'll have her go hunting :3 ))

[Cakewalk]

ＫＥＩＬＥＲ
{Male || 1.5 Years Old || Gaddar || Healer || Single}
"Life is way too short to take it slow"

A pair of wolves sat directly in front of him. Keiler felt young and foolish in their presence, and in fact, he was having to tilt his head back to look at their kind faces that smiled down at him. He felt whole once more as he looked up at his parents. This was where he belonged. "Up for a game of tag, Kai?" the female barked, her face alighting in a large smile. She bowed in a gesture of play, tail fanning out behind her gray body. The young male didn't need to be asked twice. He pushed his legs off the ground and flew through the terrain, knowing every inch of it better than what a young pup should. He twirled through bushes, leapt over puddles, and flew through the trees while the moonlight made funny shapes and patterns around him, forming a world that looked unfamiliar but felt like home. A single gunshot rang out, and Keiler turned in time to see his mother fall, blood pouring from the open whole on her head that exposed brain and bone.

It was always at this point that Keiler awoke, his golden eye sliding forward as he tried to hold onto their gentle faces. It was no longer a scary dream. He had had it far too often for it to frighten him. No longer was he called 'Kai' by his fellow wolves. No longer could he find someone to romp and play with. He took a deep breath, smelling the leftover herbs that he sometimes brought back to his den, making the dugout have an acrid smell and taste to it. Keiler wondered if he himself smelled this way. If his whirlwind of a pelt clung to the scent as he figured it did. A voice broke his thoughts and pulled his huge ears forward on the fine little skull. Amari!

He, of course, knew who that was. A wolf in his pack whose den was not far from his own. The voice was somewhat familiar, but Keiler knew appearances better than sounds, and when he pulled himself out of his den, his little head barely popping out, he saw Fey standing a distance away. He blinked out at the sun, a large yawn falling out of his muzzle while he struggled for a moment to pull the rest of his body out of the dark hole he somehow had managed to call home. Further off in the distance, he saw the alpha with a small group of wolves heading off through the territory, and he caught the soft words of 'hunting' and knew that he was not needed. Keiler was loud and clumsy and was better at chasing the deer away than catching them, drawing profanity from the alpha's lips and a scold that told Keiler he did not belong in a hunting party. No problem, however. A huge smile overcame the wolf's lips as he turned toward the female who had stirred him out of his den, and his long tail began to wag as he approached. He bowed his head when he was feet from her. "Good morning, Fey," he spoke sweetly.

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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 had been up for far too long. Her dreams had made it impossible for the female to slumber for more than a few hours at a time, and when the sun's rays first began to peek over the horizon, she had declared it a useless effort and had not returned to her den. Instead, she had placed herself at the edge of the pack's gathering place, where she thought she belonged. Her gray fur was as disheveled as it always was, creating the rugged appearance that marked Lamia as Lamia. Mud coated the lower half of her body from the recent rain the area had received, not that the female minded. She was focused on something else. Her head was tilted at a slight angle, allowing her only eye to look at whatever it was that sat in front of her. The female's lips moved quickly as she spoke to the thing in front of her in a fast, inaudible voice. Every once in a while, that eye would flit about the clearing, looking for any pack member that was approaching, even though the blue could only make out vague shapes. Really, it was her nose that she was relying on to tell her if someone was coming near her, though she was mistrusting of it this damp morning. What Lamia was focused on was not something that was really in existence. Her broken mind had created the brown wolf that stood in front of her. It had created what it was saying and what it was doing, though Lamia was left to believe in it wholeheartedly, making her seem crazy to most other members in the pack. Not that she knew.

"Mother, I don't want to talk about this right now," she was whispering, a soft snarl springing to her black lips. "It's your own fault that you're dead." It had been a particularly bad morning with the apparitions, and she could not get her mother to leave her alone. Fortunately, another voice interrupted her own measly conversation and moved her attention to the speaking wolf. Aimee, a wolf even more blind than she was but with a better set of skills, was requesting company on whatever task she was looking forward to do today. A small squeak of laughter echoed off of the fighter's vocal cords. She pictured her ragged self standing to proclaim that she would be the one to accompany the blind wolf. A half-blind female leading a blind one. Lamia was sure that that wasn't what Aimee had in mind when she spoke. Luckily, a Langley volunteered before anyone else was called upon, and the gray wolf turned back to her mother, only to find that the dead wolf had disappeared. "Thank goodness," she muttered, turning her one-eyed gaze back to the wide clearing.

[chagrin]

Everyone accepted. }
I'm sorry I haven't replied yet, I didn't have much time today. }
Keep going, I will post when I have more time. }

[indefinite,]

{{ thanks ^^ working on my post now.

anyone open for perdita to interact with? }}

[apathy,]

{ psh, not me...
never mind, idef i'll rp with you....

btw, i haven't really posted........
and i don't plan on really working on it.
i want a different starting post...

[indefinite,]

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ｄｅａｒ ｐｅｒｄｉｔａ,

ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｅｓ.

ｆｒｏｍ,

ａｎｏｎｙｍｏｕｓ.

-----i blinked open my eyes apprehensivly, knowing they'd be greeted by a mass brand of light that no other light could measure up to. i hated dawn, simply because of this reason. it had no regards for your lack of sleep nor for the dreams you were currently having. i preferred the night, where everyone went off amongst themselves. in the dark, you cannot see anyone's facial expressions, see none of them at all. you dont have to see their eyes and all they hold in them. you know you dont want to look through those open doors, see all the troubles they've gone through. you dont want to look at their pelt, seeing all the burdens that latched themselves apon the small strands of fur. you dont want to see the pained face, the mouth pressed into what appears to be a permanent frown, or a sly grin that highlights treatury and wrong ways. you dont want to see any of that, do you? thats why in the dead of the night when you hear something out of place, you duck your head under the blanket, or shut your eyes because you dont want to see any evil. you close the books filled with the monsters, devils, and demons and put it back on the shelf so you dont have to face them. that is why i love the night. the sun just lets all of it in.

-----with a swift yawn, i stretched out my frontal paws before me, aiming for at least a nail to scratch a small stone about a foot infront of me. my short legs didnt reach far enough, and ignoring my humiliation, inspite being the only one in the den, climbed to my paws and gave my blueish grey and brown fur a quick shake. a faint cloud of dust escaped from my pelt and i happily lapped my tongue down my sides to smooth the fur back over my skin. i shielded my eyes by closing them as i left the den. it took a while for my eyes to adjust to the sun's lighting, but sure enough they did. i cast my eyes over the forest clearing where all the saf wolves made their home. all were amongst one another, chattering in ways that almost seemed as easy as breathing. i didnt prefer the company of others, especially during the hunt. i always found myself not fixiated on the prey of choice, but yet where my pack was so i wasnt to get in their way. it was a strange thing yes, but it was as normal to me as a wolf howling.

-----i cut through the tree line just behind my den so the other saf members didnt see me. they could go hunting as a group; i didnt mind being the odd one out. i preferred hares to elk anyways. my movements were swift, slow and cautious. they way i progressed myself portrayed exactly who i was inside. i was thankful fort his. that way there was no confusion. i swept and swerved through the trees and bushes, the only time my paws ever leaving the damp forest floor was when i was to leap over uprooted tree roots. i didnt let my eyes or nose guide me; no, i left that up to my ears. they lead me quicker to the small stream that ran through saf territory quicker than any other sense would have, even combined. in fact, if i had to choose one sense to have and one sense only, i would choose hearing. to not hear the owl's hoot overhead, the crickets sing at dusk, the tricking of the stream, the rustling of the leaves, your own pawsteps on the ground... music? all gone? i dont think so. the world was an ugly place, but they say the ugliest have the prettiest voices.

-----i wandered through the brush, feeling damp soil turn to small sandy pebbles in an instant. their coloration matched my pelt shade, and i swere, if i had to lay down right this moment to hide from oncoming danger im sure no wolf of predator would catch a single sight of me. and i was willing to bet my hearing on it. i sat my rump down a couple til lengths from the cool water after letting it trickle down m throat after a few laps. it woke me up, the light splashes dappling the tips of my fur. i had to dmit, though i loved the night, the sun's rays did feel good warming my body. and for dawn, the sun felt as bright and warm as ever. so inviting and so decieving. i mustn't believe the lies.

tags ;; vihan.

[~Wolf Chick~]

[Sorry I haven't posted with Arya yet, I've been really busy. Hopefully I'll get a post up soon c:]