ｍｉｄｎｉｇｈｔ & ｍｏｏｎｌｉｔ| ˢᵉᵐᶤ ˡᶤᵗ ʷᵒˡᶠ ʳᵖ

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e p o n i n e

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MIDNIGHT PACK
LEAD HUNTER
NO CRUSH TO SAY
FEELING ALRIGHT
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Dawson had stated the obvious, and she nodded. I'm going to talk to Talekov today and see if I can have a group of hunters head out with me for a hunt. Possibly even stay away hunting for a few days. As soon as she spoke, she silenced herself. Nine didn't really feel comfortable around higher ranks due to their position and their usual average attitude to find. Right now she flicked her ears twice (bad habit) and looked at the scarce pile of food before her. A hunt was highly needed. Shifting on her paws to fight their numbness, she looked up. Today it was a very bright day, and it would be good for a hunt. Her eyes shone slightly due to the light reflected on them, so Nine rapidly looked back down, feeling how her eyes burned from the glare. This was also one of the reasons why she didn't like mornings. The sun's glare was stronger, and she didn't like it when her eyes burned slightly. I think I'll go off to find him. With this she stood up and started pacing around, trying to decide where he most likely was.

[Cyphron]

White Fang

Life-✬-And-ღ-Love-✬-Is-ღ-A-✬-Warzone

I am~ "In no man's land."
My current emotion~ "Apathetic."
My relationship status~ "Mateless I believe."

Halting in his tracks the large brute placed his prey down to his paws and raised his head up, scenting the wind. The strong scent of a pack wolf reached his sensitive nose and his chest rumbled quietly. Just by the scent he knew the wolf was most likely at the borderlines and must of caught his scent when the brute was close to them but he never crossed over it. Shaking his fur he sighed softly before grabbing the rabbit tightly in his jaws, turning around and padding quietly back towards the borderline. He respected pack laws and always strayed away from the two packs the roamed the lands on each sides but the constant fight between them for the neutral land in the middle sometimes irritated him but there was nothing he could do. For that the rabbit had crossed over into neutral territory but the pack wolf didn't know that so White Fang was going to be respectful for once to another wolf. Weaving through the trees but sticking close to the shadows the stealthily brute moved silently among the forest, paws silent and precise, almost as if every step was taken with calculation. Trotting out of the protection of the shadows White Fang caught sight of the wolf he had scented and sighed softly when he took in his posture and body language. The wolf was an alpha and the brute had dealt with betas and deltas before but never with an alpha.

Head lowered slightly in respect the multi-colored wolf moved quietly towards the borderline, composure calm but his steps held silent caution within them. He kept his eyes on the alpha in case and placed the rabbit down right in the middle of the border, between no man's land and pack land. Taking a few steps back White Fang raised up to his full height, hollow eyes observing the dark wolf before dipping his head once more, chest rumbling in a physical apology. Tail flicking White Fang took a sideways step before walking backwards, keeping his eyes trained on the alpha as he knew to never turn your back on anyone. Slinking back into the shadows and protection of the trees the silent wolf turned sideways to go on his way without a word.

[mindless.]

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{Coup d' etat, ｔｈｅ ｆａｎｔａｓｔｉｃ ｆｉｅｎｄ.}

{ Bᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ɴᴏɴsᴇɴsᴇ. }
{ name: coup d' etat
{ nicknames: Cooper, Deetee
{ gender: female
{ pack?: no
{ rank: loner
{ personality: silent, quick and untamed.

Cᴏᴜᴘ ᴅ'ᴇᴛᴀᴛ { n. }:a sudden and decisive overthrow of leadership by force.

Coup d' etat is a bit of a strange name. But, it has a meaning and a story. She is a female not well accustomed to being told what to do, or where to go. She can enforce her rule with dignity too. See, now this female seems a bit lacking in the physical sense. Stature short, she has a disadvantage in height. But her legs and frame are packed with lean muscle, her body attained to moving fast, not being strong. But she has gained strength substantially as she has grown, making her look fluffier if anything. A tan-based coat, it is dusted with dark red-brown and topped with black on her back, peppered. her neck has a lighter patch, as does her chin and neck. The lower on her body the fur is, the lighter it gets as most do. Her tail is a banner, long fur draped form it. Dee's eyes are a dark, almost red-amber that always seem to be churning in thought. Her song is well-tuned and smooth, and her walk. but she never will approach or show herself if there are more bodies than she can handle. Common sense.

Common sense is just the beginning with her. Cooper is a rather smart little one. Aged at four, she should be. Her mind works frequently, as she makes sure not to let it be blocked or slowed by petty affairs of the heart. She shut her heart out ages back. Dee ensures to plot things out to her best ablity. Trying to gather as much information as possible, she has spent a while spying on the packs she intrudes upon. Knowing a few names, she intends to mess with the minds of these pack sissies. In her mind, any wolf in need of a bunch of 'backup' and have them get your food and fend for you is a weak soul. Her body works as cleanly as her mind does. Now as for her behavior towards other loners, she can be unwelcoming to new loners and an female that seems whiny or prideful. Joining a group is unlikely, as she is far too big-headed to be a loyal member. She woudl most likely strike back at every little order.

It started when she was just one. Coup d'etat had no name yet. She was called "You". Her siblings were named "This" and the always troublesome "That." It was normal not to have names yet. A wolf had to earn their names. They had to show who they were in order to be named accordingly. Your name and rank was who you were, not where you were born. Cooper had a mother, and no one else. Her father was a pack wolf whilst her mother a rogue. They never met their father. Now, she was hanging around that pack for ages. Eventually drafted into it, as that was how they got members. A 'mita' system. Cooper hated the process she was forced through to gain a lowly warrior spot. She needed reform, and rebellion. At the age of three, she began plotting. The femme was cunning, and still had no name. Once a wolf died nameless. Her packmate, Blank, was an interesting brute, he wanted to help her plan a rebellion. A bit odd, but alright. Cooper took to it, and trusted him. Even to the point to have a litter of pups. Then that mangy female came along. She was unruly, and snapped at Cooper for everything. It was a horrible realization when the female told Cooper that Blank was now her mate. Once she said that, the male turned up dea the next day, and the other female never punished. Told Dee that she was destined to be a lowly Omega. maybe exiled to a loner. Oh no. Three was her age. She gave her pups to the pack, busied with plots. many days spent training by herself. The alpha femme, Tabula Rusa was a nasty ruler. Too much constriction. Bossed Cooper around often. Her many days training with the outcasted members of the pack gave her great agility and strength. There were many of the Outcasts. Outnumbered the pack by seven. Cooper told them of the night of the plan. They were all on board. The leaders of the Outcasts named her Coup d'etat, an honorable name. The black of night was interrupted by a howl and a conversation. Cooper told Rusa to give up her leader spot now. She refused. Expected.You and what army? That question recieved an unexpected answer. A mass of Outcasts stormed the pack wolves. Cooper used unusual moves to tire out Rusa the old leader and defeat her. Then she killed the female that took her mate. Sure, it meant her pups were dead, but she was not worried. Leaving the pack to the Outcasts, she left. But Cooper plans on living with an iron fist.

Never again has she opened herself to love. It seemed a weak thing to do. Allow someone to pick her out and hollow her soul away. Especially after her old mate. All of the males she had met just brushed her aside anyways. Her old mate was even taken and killed by a female. It became a huge scar. That is all her heart is. Only once did she consider it, she was a novice. Rejection was following it, as a lone arctic wolf stole him away. Cooper was easily frustratred, as she always had been, and struck out with pure rage at the lone wolf, ending her life. Then she left. As for finding a way to get to her, it will be a venture, but all worth the while.

[universe.]

┏xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┓
♔
I'm sorry, mother... I'm sorry, I let you down
Well, these days I'm fine - No these days I tend to lie
I'll take the West train, just by the side of Amsterdam
Just by my left brain, just by the side of the Tin man

I'm sorry, brother... I'm sorry, I let cha down
Well, these days you're fine - No these days you tend to lie
You'll take the West train, just by the side of Amsterdam
Just by your left brain, just by the side of the Tin man

Your time will come if you wait for it, if you wait for it
It's hard, believe me... I've tried
But I keep coming up short
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name; Romgade. a.k.a Riddle.
age; five years old.
gender; male.
rank; alpha.
pack; moonlit.

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personality; wip
history; Riddle was born with three brothers. all of them larger in size than him. as they aged it became a competition to see who would become alpha when they grew up. at first it was all of them fighting in a big bunch. teeth, blood, and hate coursing through them. the first out was, Conad. who was the white brute. on the next round it was, Triad. the silver wolf. the last brute to loose was Riddle. he lost to his brother Grade. sadly, he and his two other brothers were banished from the pack or they were to be come omegas. not wanting to live through a life of humiliation they all became a band of loners. Conad was the first to depart once he found a pack, where he stole a female. next was Triad, who had found another band of young brutes who were going to find females to start a pack. Riddle continued on only at the age of two years and began his own pack, the moonlit. then the rivalry began.

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mate; no, nor does he think about it.
pups none.
crush; no one.
all around love; Riddle has never thought of a mate before. all the females to him have never seemed to be good motherly material. they have never seemed to catch his eye and make him smile like he were in love. many females have had a good look to them, but those females didn't have a good personality to match.
secrets; Riddle has no secret to hide except for the fact that he lost a fight before. when he was young.

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other; here is my brute. ^-^

[Tobby]

(May I reserve a male Omega in Midnight and a female hunter in Moonlit?)

[love lucy]

@Toby ;; sure.
@universe. ;; nice form.
@ {s'amomo} ;; accepted.

Updating front page.

[mindless.]

coup d'etat. female. loner.
Her pelt helped her blend, and that she loved. But she was tired of being in the background. She would make an advance. Soon. Her red amber eyes searched the pack lands from her position on the border with an analytical sense. The breeze was nice. Allowing herself to become distracted, the short femme lifted her nose and howled, voice smooth and practiced as a tune of rebellion arose. Fluffy paws crunching quietly, Cooper wondered if she would find anything of interest. New friends, or perhaps enemies. Grinning, the brown and red female trotted along the border inside the land.

[love lucy]

t a l e k o v
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MIDNIGHT PACK
ALPHA MALE
NOT CRUSHING
READY TO GO
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Squinting his eyes, chest heaving with rapid rhythm- Talekov surveyed the area trying to see where the other wolf was. Ahh, there. It was a brute, and stood quite a little distant away. Yet, there was no mistaking that he was male given his stature and body. He had a limp hare with him. And he also stood near his territory.

For a few seconds nothing happened. He just looked atthe brute who watched him calmly. Then the brute lowered his head in a respectful manner and let the hare drop just when Talekov's priorities ended. He dipped his head, and took the hare again, retreating cautiously, aware of Talekov's position. The alpha brute did nothing to stop him. He just watched as the other wolf retreated after apologizing. Well,not many loners apologized, so given the situation, Talekov would let the brute slip. Sure, he was not part of his pack and he'd hunt in his land, yet, Talekov knew it was harder to go alone, and specially during winter. Maybe this hare was the least he could catch for this last days. And if that was, Talekov was fine with it. Because at least they still had a group of hunters and a kill pile. Many reasons at last, the alpha didn't care. So he just stood in the brisk cold wind, watching the loner disappear into the unknown. What a strange encounter.

Which pack is Cooper closer to?

[mindless.]

coup d'etat. female. loner.
Thick coat holding her over the chilly winter air, Cooper took a liesurely stroll to Midnight land. There ought to be something to do. It was winter. What was the easiest way to tick off a pack? Pick on the food. She had just eaten, so she intended to hunt for perverse reasons. Scenting the air, she caught the faint smell of rabbit. Alright. Doing her best to step lightly, Cooper followed this small aroma. Eventually a small, scrawny rabbit materialized. Well she could work with this. Pointed ears forward, she focused. Slinking around the barren brambles, she smirked and neared the rabbit. Cooper crouched, banner tail waving slowly. Then she jumped.

Paws barely catching the little sucker, Cooper quickly acted to kill it. Here was little to no meat on the creature, but she continued. Proceeding to destroy the animal, she made a mess of it and left it. A small scrap she took for herself. Paws red as well as her maw, she smirked to herself, flopping over to rub her scent on the round, and trotted off towards the water to cleanse herself. That felt better.

{{ midnight now x3 }}

[Cyphron]

White Fang

Life-✬-And-ღ-Love-✬-Is-ღ-A-✬-Warzone

I am~ "In no man's land."
My current emotion~ "Apathetic."
My relationship status~ "Mateless I believe."

Retreating silently into the shadows the multi-colored wolf glanced behind him, back at the alpha. His ears twitched forward and he growled softly, his own way of saying thank you. He was thankful for the alpha for not doing anything as most would attack immediately if they found out a loner was hunting on their land. Moving forwards he weaved through the trees until another scent hit his noise, one of a female loner mixed with blood. Hunting on pack land and her howl only confirmed his suspicions, he shook his head with a light smirk across his face. Daring the loner must be or perhaps figuring a way to upset the pack members. it was none of the brute's business and he decided to leave it at that. Padding along the forest with silent steps and farther away from the border, scenting the wind for any prey within neutral territory but he knew there was hardly a chance at that. Most of the animals were in their dens or burrowed beneath the ground to seek warmth from the coldness of winter. Picking up the pace he walked among the forest with a long strider, his fur swaying back and fro as he walked with cautiousness. His ears swerved forwards when he heard a faint trickling sound not that far from his position. Following the sound he sighed softly when he found a small creek that had not yet completely froze over.

Lapping up the still cold water, his dry throat created a low growl of satisfaction to emit from chest. After drinking he raised his head up and gazed around, droplets of water tricking down onto his chest from underneath his snout. He was in a familiar part of no man's land now that he was quite a distance from the Midnight borderline and knew that Moonlit was perhaps less than a quarter mile from where he stood. Shaking his fur he exhaled sharply, his breath coming out in a icy mist as he padded along the creek, paws somewhat sinking in the soft snow as he walked. His stomach growled at him for hunger and White Fang picked up the pace, sniffing as he walked for any scents of prey around. It was a low chance to find it but he had to take it.