{ @Snowing and @Avenger I have Illusion open for either Viper or Jesse, whoever. I also have Savage open still since I haven't started rping him yet xD }
►Mystery◄ -Female- -Teen- -Roleplayer-
►Mood◄ -Neutral-
►Watching◄ -The Walking Dead- -Gotham- -Once Upon A Time-
►Listening To◄ -5 Seconds Of Summer- -Fall Out Boy-
►Signature◄ -Made by me- -The Walking Dead [Pictures]- -Gareth [Quotes]- -Imagine Dragons [Lyrics]-
{ @TheAvenger ~ Accepted! c: Grr, I'm so mad! I was almost done with my post when it got erased! How? I don't know. -_- }
The young wolf's eyes widened in pure horror. Struggling to regain her balance she shot daggers at the lead healer. "Help her! Can't you see she's not ok? What kind of healer are you?! Let alone the lead," she sneered at the older wolf. Bazalyn crept to Kozmo's slim snout and pawed it softly, expecting her to open her eyes and smile at her. There was something about this wolf that intrigued her. What it was exactly? She didn't know. The bitter cold seeped from the roaring ocean in her eyes, the deep blue waves crashing along her dark irises. "Please?" she pleaded, her voice hoarse.
Shocked from such a sudden burst of rage from such a tiny creature, she locked eyes with the tiny bundle of light gray fur. How could such ferocity take over a simple pup? Pushing the thought to the back of her mind, she flicked her tail at her as she padded by. Her eyes betrayed what she felt, clouding her emotions. She had simply brushed off Bazalyn's threatening tone, but deep down it lingered in her heart. She's right you know. What kind of a lead healer let's an omega carry on like this? What kind of a wolf would you be if you let her suffer? Why didn't you treat her at once? You could've prevented this. Except you didn't know. Why be lead when you can't help the weakest of wolves? You don't deserve your position! her mind snarled at her. Closing her eyes slightly, she lowered her head and trailed her nose along Kozmo, checking for any injuries or signs of illness. "J-Jaykob? Could you escort Bazalyn to Viper's den? Or at least his daughter's? I can't work with a rowdy pup tripping my paws." The lead healer could see a protest forming on the pup's tiny pink tongue but she bit it back at once.
Skylar's ears pivoted ahead, slightly to the left. There. Bunching his legs underneath him, he sprang into a full-out sprint towards the fading cries of the female. Thunder cracked and rolled above him, droning out his racing heart and thud of his paw steps. The scent of the fae grew stronger, and held a surprise. She was giving birth. His mind a blur from the ever so present lightning, he blinding followed her trail until he came across a quivering bush. "Hello?" he growled softly, soothingly.
She peeped her small head out of the den to catch a glimpse of the raging storm outside her den. The rain nailed her muzzle and flattened her ear fur as she scooted out a bit more, the thyme leaves forgotten. Lunar had to get over her fear of storms. This was starting to become ridiculous. Making some excuse to ditch a patrol because dark clouds loomed on the horizon? Please. She was a warrior! It was about time she started acting like one. Not a cowering pup. Warriors, to her, shouldn't be afraid of anything.
Lieben- Her eyes flashed as tears burst out again while she fell to her feet. She whimpered and cried help once more as she heard a lingering word from over to her left. She squinted her eyes trying to see what shape was in front of her though that gave no use as night had already fallen. She sniffed to her left and found two pups alive and squirming for attention. It brought her back to reality and her maternal instincts kicked in. She grabbed the two and started to lather them with licks while she prepared them for their first feeding. Before she could finish her vision started to go dark and she looked around to find that her pelt was socked in her own blood. She was slowly losing consciousness and so she did what she could and rushed her pups to her stomach before everything seemed to go blank.
The dark male nosed his way under the bush when he heard the soft sound of tiny paws squirming to find their mother. His eyes found the lone female, her eyes tired from the stress. "I heard you..." he began, his voice trailing away as he glanced at the pups in awe. "They look healthy," Skylar commented, not daring moving any nearer. Faes were quite aggressive when their motherly instincts started to kick in.
n a m e;; " Rose; my name is rose. " g e n d e r;; " Female. " a g e;; " I am at age of three years old. " r a n k;; " Hunter. " r a n k w a n t e d;; " Beta. "
a p p e a r a n c e;; " I have grey fur; brown eyes; and I am smaller for my age; which means I'm the runt of my litter mates. " e y e c o l o r;; " My eyes? well there chocolate brown. " f u r c o l o r;; " My fur is grey and black; it helps me blend into the night for night hunting. "
p e r s o n a l i t y;; Brat; I should start by saying Rose is a bit of a brat. Shes a hard core mean little girl. That's just who she is. Cruel; Rose doesn't believe in second chances and will be the one your sent to when punishment is needed. Soft Inside; Many wolves wonder why she is so cold considering she used to be the biggest sweetheart. It has to do with her past and if you can break her of her cruel side then you are very powerful. She is truly a soft hearted sweet little fae. Strong-Willed; You can't break Rose when it comes to her own views on life. She is truly a hard core girl and I mean that. Her will is stronger than anything I've ever seen. Scared; Believe it or not Rose is scared by many things. She hides it behind anger but most everything scares this little fae. Memories often flood her head and cause her to want to attack something. She rarely breaks down; she more just goes and does something fighting related. h i s t o r y;; - wip s t r e n g t h s;; Rose doesn't have a lot of strengths. She only acts tough. However through doing this she has proven to be a good fighter and even made it to fighter. She is proud of this but to be honest she is a weak wolf. If someone finally knew the trust she may open up a little but she is quite the coward. w e a k n e s s;; Rose has so many to name that it's not funny. Lets just say Rose can find a reason to fear or be scared of everything which enables her to react fast. k i n;; Appia & Waylon are her parents. They both abandonded her at a young age and she does not know where they are. Her siblings were all murdered and are lost to her. Her anut Lucky taught her all she knew before she died. p a c k;; [ - ]
c r u s h;; " No one. " m a t e;; " I have no crush and mate. " p u p s;; " I would need a mate to have pups. " o t h e r;; [ - ]
The Basics
Hi, my name is Jupiter. I am a male, and I am a loner. I am almost three feet tall and I have hazel eyes. Sometimes my eyes can turn green like. I weight about 147 pounds and I have really round ears. As of now, I do not have any scars, bruises, or bumps on my body. I have been in some fights, but I will not say I am experienced. As of now, I am 5 1/2, almost 6 years of age. I have many littermates, and I still have my parents alive today, their not the most.. alive parents, but they are still alive at the age of 11 and 10. I am the oldest of my kin.
Romance
As sad as this sounds for a brute my age, I have no mate, crush, or pups. Nor do I want any right now. But, I have had a crush before, many times in my birth pack. But I could not stay and I was chased away by my dad, because he had no open spots for me or my kin. I don't think I'm not the most, uh, sharpest tool in the shed, but I love my eyes, there bright and nice. I don't think I've had anyone like me though.
History and personality
I have had a very normal life, I was born, raised, taught how to survive and love, and then chased away to start my own life. I have an amazing black fured mother, and a grey father. My father were best friends with the alpha so we were betas. I could say I'm quiet and kind, but then also a quick thinker and jokster. I love to make others laugh and smile, and I also love whenever it's quiet and I can think. I like to keep to myself and I rarely ask others for their opinions.
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