|The Packs of Juniper River|Semi-Lit|Accepting|Many Spaces|

[yfish]

-----Before restart-----

[Fresh~~]

{i would love to jon your rp red lips just pm me about it okay thanks i appreciate it! going to bed see ya in the morning!}

[cygnenoire.]

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ｆｉｎｎｉｃｋ
ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ
ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ
ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ

"I'm sorry to hear." Finnick looked at her with an apologetic look and a sympathetic smile. "It must have been horrible; I understand where you're coming from, but may I ask? Why are you scared of brutes. You don't have to answer if you don't want to..." He told her, not forcing her to do anything.

[yfish]

-----Before restart-----

[cygnenoire.]

ｆｉｎｎｉｃｋ
ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ
ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ
ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ

Finnick continued to feel sorrow and empathy for the small fae. She was only a little bit older than him, but she's lost a mate and her own pups. Maybe not having a mate for an advantage for this type of situation. Finnick followed Newadi to the other said and sat down next to her. "It must have been hard; it still is, isn't it? I know that I'm just some random brute, but you can trust me." He said, smiling down at her. "Everything scars us; somethings are just worse than others." He explained. The death of his mother and aunt was the thing that he couldn't get out of his mind. Even though, their deaths were natural; their last words still haunt him and forever will.

[yfish]

-----Before restart-----

[cygnenoire.]

ｆｉｎｎｉｃｋ
ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ
ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ
ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ

"You know, being a healer; I thought that you were one of these wolves that never had any trouble." Finnick tells her. [Sorry, MAJOR Writer's Block.]

[yfish]

-----Before restart-----

[L0v3 I$ Rar3]

{Juniper berries}

N a m e;; "The name's Flick..."
A g e;; "I am four years of age."
G e n d e r;; "I was hoping it was obvious, but I guess not. I'm a female."
R a n k;; "Just a hunter for now.."

A . l i t t l e . o n . t h e . o u t . s i d e;;

Flick is a very lean, athletically built wolf. But lets start from the top, shall we?
Looking at her face, the first thing that catches one eyes; are that of her own. Glowing a fiery copper, her eyes are always filled with emotion, glassy mirror-like emotions. They fit on her face as if they were hand made to complement her feminine features and wild personality. With rings of golds swirled as close to her black pupils as possible she's got a look that kills.
The rest of her face is dark, to match her pitch fur. With a narrow muzzle and more of a wedge shaped head, she has quite the attractive features you'd look for in a fea. Flecks of silvers and grey form the lightest of masks starting around the eyes, and follow up her skull, leaving the brim of her nose and petite muzzle as is.
Draped over her athletic, lean body is a fur coat as dark as one nightmares; only far more easy to look at. The silver that masked her dark face, combs through out the rest of her top line and the front of her long legs. Her barreling chest almost seems out of place in comparison to the rest of her small frame; but within this chest she hold lungs made of iron. She may not be physically strong; but this wolf can run...
Propelling her body forward are long, well muscled legs; and under those: dainty paws paired with charcoal nails.
Her fur itself is thin all over her body... all but around her neck, chest, and belly. Around these areas she remains non effected by the silver that runs wild through out the rest of her. Its thick, plush and soft; and when wet, rather homely looking.

B e h i n d . t h e . w a l l;;
Though full of energy her personality can be very timid; like that of an unsure child. She grew up as the runt of the litter, and learned the hard way about pecking orders. Around the pack, she can be full of life, and enthusiasm; as well as quiet and submissive when need be. Making friends has never been something she'd call her "forte" but she's never been one to turn down a conversation if started.
Flick is modest, and softly spoken almost all the time, and as much as she hates to admit it, not a born leader. She is completely content taking orders, and doing her job in the pack too impress the others. The only time she can get a little out of hand is while on the hunt... for then, she's in her element.
With long legs, and a light frame; this girl can go. Her eyes catch fire as she locks onto her victims, and the rest is almost like a reflex. Though she is not physically strong, she is smart; smart enough to figure out that her momentum is a weapon that she has fine tuned to perfection for attacking prey... or other targets.
She has a soft spot for pups and is, unfortunately a hopeless romantic. There is nothing she'd rather do than have a litter of her own, and because of this she fears her emotions will get the best of her decision making skills one day.

C r u s h;; Can't say anyone has really caught my attention... not that I've been looking."
M a t e;; "No... I'm still looking for the one I can call my own."
L o o k i n g . f o r . i n . a . m a t e;; "Someone who is strong, brave, loayl, and handsome. Someone who can make me laugh... someone I can call mine."

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[book.]

S a v a n n a

{&} 1 and a Half years {&} Beta Female {&}
{&}With Newadi and Finnick {&} By the waterfall {&}

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" Well, i like the berries that grow apoun the bushes, and i love weather, especially rainy." she thought for a moment. "I also like to crush flowers and leaves into liquids and draw pictures in my den with my claws" She smiled as they approached the river. "Im very sorry to hear that newadi." She bowed her head to her. She laid down with Newadi and Finnick and let the mist cool off her burn.