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[Malédiction]

{Get used to it. ;)
So is Medieval. Well, not jumping around, but waiting for it to start.}

{ Medieval - Male - Hunter }
The brute paced around impatiently, waiting for all the Hunters to get here so they could finally start their hunt. His eyes scanned the camp until his gaze rested upon Nonna, the Omega of the Pack. He angled his ears towards her as he heard her comment to Canada, and confusion flashed into his eyes. An Omega? Going on a hunt? Shaking out his pelt, he stepped towards her, wondering if he should keep an eye on her while she's hunting. He was sure the Delta or the Beta would already be on it, but it never hurt to be too cautious. Hello, Nonna. he greeted her as he neared her side, friendliness showing in his eyes. I couldn't help but overhear you were going hunting? he asked, cocking his head to the side as curiosity took the best of him.

[Rotten]

((Roger that.))

Nonna was waiting impatiently for the hunt to start. Gosh why did Feofan have to be so organized and cautious with hunts? Then again, Nonna realized that's probably part of the reason he was in charge of the hunts. Suddenly, someone said her name to the left of her and she let out a surprised yip and turned to see it was um...a wolf...who was he again? She stared at him with a confused expression as she tried to remember who he was. His name finally popped up in her head. "Ah Medieval! Please don't approach the left side of me. I cant see well or hear well on that side!" she exclaimed, once again forgetting her manners to a higher ranking wolf. Upon his question a proud look came upon her face. "Yep! Canada said I could go hunting. This time I wont mess up!" she said, looking quite confident. However, after a couple of seconds a nervous/bitter smile came upon her face. "Heh...or I think Feofan will throw a fit if I mess up again." she said morbidly.

[Malédiction]

{ Medieval - Male - Hunter }
Medieval watched Nonna closely, curious about this unusually upbeat Omega. An amused smile spread on his face as he saw the confusion flash in her eyes, but it turned to an apologetic smile as she called him out on his reckless behaviour. Medieval always seemed to be harder on himself, making something sound ten times worse if he is the guilty man. I am so terribly sorry, Nonna. I promise I will try not to do it again. the breeze blew into his face, bringing with it the mouth-watering scent of rabbit and deer. His black ears were up and alert, although the one closest to the Omega Fae was angled towards her so he could listen to her properly. Don't you worry about Feofan. You're still learning, if he gives you grief I'll try to explain it to him. Medieval restrained himself from saying she was just an Omega. He didn't want to offend her, even though he should say something about her behaviour towards him. It seemed she forgot a lot to be submissive to higher ranking wolves, he should tell her before she gets in trouble. I'm sure you'll do fine. And, if you want, I can hunt beside you and give you a few pointers. A hopeful smile on his face, he waited for her answer. He hoped he didn't offend her, but it was true. He was a clumsy Hunter until he was at least 3, and almost every other wolf the same.

[* FriskiiPup *]

{ Name • Age • Rank }


Name: "Hello, My name is Sylvia."
Nickname(s): "My Friends call me V/Vee"
Gender: "Yes, I am a Female."
Age: "I am 3 years and 2 months old, which means I am 23 in Canine Years."


Fur Color: "White, with VERY light Silver fur around my Eyes. I have a Silver splotch on my back."
Eye Color: "My eyes are Blue, and I was born that way."
Special Marks: "A healed gash on my left shoulder, caused by an encounter with a Human."


Personality: "I am a Calm, but Funny Light Silver Wolf with Blue Eyes. I love any kind of Weather, even Rain, {but especially Snow}. I am a PeaceMaker most of the times, but if you tick me off, I WILL snap. And I will not back down a Fight, unless i'm in my happy/peacemaker mood." :3
History: "I was taken away from my Family and Pack, when I was only a Few Hours Old. I was taken to a place that smelled very weird. I was then thrown into a Crate or Box, and given to an abusive Family. I never laid a tooth on the Humans, and I was miserable . . . until I escaped."


Crush: "No Crush!"
Mate: "Nope."
Pups: "No Pups."


Family: "I never knew my Family. Only the squealing of my older and younger siblings, and the light thumping of my Mother."
Rank Wanted: "Fighter or a Hunter, Please."
Other:

[Rotten]

Nonna nodded at his apology. "I forgive you I guess." she said boldly. This tiny wolf had some nerve. A breeze made itself known and Nonna closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of it, not paying attention to the smells it brought with it. Upon his words of Feofan she gave him a concern look. "I would advise that you do not try to defend me if he gets mad at me. Feofan would never physically hurt me if that makes you feel better. I fear how he would take the action you suggest. He may think that you are against him if you do that..." she warned ominously, the wind moaning as if it agreed with her. She then listened to the rest of Medieval's words with big doe-eyes. After he finished she gave him a big smile, her tail wagging quite fast. "Really? I would love it if you could teach me some cool stuff! In return, I'll teach you some cool things too that my brothers taught me!" she promised. What an omega could teach was a mystery.

[Malédiction]

{I'm on my phone. I'll try to make my posts fancy but they won't be amazing.}

{ Medieval - Male - Hunter }
Medieval flared his nostrils at the ignorant Fae, thinking about snapping at her to show her her place. But he didn't. Medieval may be honest, but he wasn't the type to show off his dominance. "Let Feofan think what he wants. He's all bark, no bite. Pretty much has sand for a brain." Scoffing, Medieval spat the Beta's name out, his distaste for the brute clear. Even at that, he still lowered his voice when he talked about the wolf, afraid he might overhear and then confront the brute. Being unable to lie, Medieval would have to tell the Beta everything. He didn't want to risk having his rank lowered. He didn't fear Feofan, he feared the Beta would take it up to Canada, and then the Alphess would do something.He smiled at her eagerness for his help, feeling happy he would be able to help someone today. His sister had been silent so he left her and came to Nonna instead. "Well, I will be glad to learn what you have to teach me." Smiling, he sat back on his haunches and gazed at her, interest sparking in his eyes for once. This was one intriguing Fae he had there.

[seashell.]

{wow you guys move fast! allow me to get my form up quickly.}

[seashell.]

{done! Faolan is an omega.}

{ Faolan • 24 moons • Omega }


Name: "Faolan. {pronounced: Foal-AN } The 'Fao' in my name is the old bear language for River, and the 'lan' means gift. I was my second mother's gift from the river."
Nickname(s): "I haven't been given one..."
Gender: "Male please."
Age: Faolan is 24 moons. that's 4 years roughly.


Fur Color: "I have a silvery grey coat."
Eye Color: "A bright striking hazel. "
Special Marks: "I have a splayed paw, making me a gnaw wolf. On my paw is a strange swirling mark."


Personality: Faolan is strong willed, cunning, intelligent, and submissive if he has to be. He can't help but be
History: Faolan was imperfect as a pup, so he was taken to a tummfraw to die. He survived, adopted by a bear. He nicknamed her Thunderheart, since his milk dreams were to the beats of her enormous heart. After she was killed, Foalan became a gnaw wolf and returned to the packs.


Crush: "I think Sylvia is as beautiful and pure as the fresh fallen snow during the first winter moon, and her eyes as lively as the flowing river in the spring time. Nonna has a coat that glistens like the midnight stars. Red Leaves has eyes like dripping amber in the summer time. But though I admire their beauty, I know none of them would fall for a wolf as lowly as I."
Mate: "I will never have one."
Pups: "Unlikely, unless I find an orphan."


Family: "I never knew my first milk-giver, as I was a malcadh. Thunderheart was my one and only mother I knew of, and now she is deceased."
Rank Wanted: Omega, since there is no gnaw wolf."
Other: Faolan is large for a gnaw wolf, and he has an incredible speed.

( my posts will be crappy because I'm on my tablet. )

[Rotten]

((Ah Moonwarrior, your form! I love the Wolves Of The Beyond series! My favorite character in it is Edme. She's so adorable! XD))
Nonna frowned as Medieval talked about Feofan. "You shouldn't talk about others that way it's rude! Feofan just wants us to be safe! He just prefers not to use brute force!" she defended. Nonna had a big heart, well big enough that she couldn't stand it when others said mean things about others, even if it was about Feofan. With that, she wanted to drop anymore talk of the white wolf. The hurt that was in her eyes turned back into a friendly loving look. "Anyways...I'll teach you how to steal food from a bear! It's really hard! I messed up the first time and payed the price for it. But after that, I practice more and now no bear can enjoy its meal with me around! Only I and Feofan know how to do it by ourselves and I'm even better at it then him!" she bragged, looking quite proud of herself. When she left her pack that was how she survived. By stealing food from bears. An insane method indeed. Yes, maybe it didn't go so well the first time. Maybe she should have listened to the others about not going up against a bear....but she was still here so the past is the past.

[seashell.]

{omg me too! lol Edme is awesome, but I would have to say that Faolan is one of my favorites as well. Like Edme, he has a certain uniqueness about him. }