Strings of Faith, Wolf Roleplay : New, Open Accepting :

[war paint]

Accepted Join in when you want Nightstar and Rudy are on the outskirts of the border talking))

[lichenfeather]

{Cool, thanks, I'm going to start now.}

Auzzen
With;; None {near Rudy and Nightstar though}
Rank;; Loner
Relationships;; None
At;; Edge of Moonpack's land

The scent of a freshly killed deer hits my nostrils, and I prick my ears, every muscle tense. It's been a while since I ate, for, since coming here, prey has run poorly for me. I flick my ears, my emerald orbs catching the slightest movement in the trees. Two wolves. I press myself to the terra, soon hidden amid the grasses and earthy scents. Still, I'm lucky that the wind is blowing towards me, carrying their scent towards my waiting nose.

[ѕ¢σттуѕωαg]

"Well it could be put to use back at camp, speaking of which I have to get back to it, care to join?" She asked standing up

яυ∂у ;
●black three year old brute wolf who's rank
is yet undecided. he is now heading to a camp, with Nightstar.
he has no mate, and has not yet have a crush.

Standing with ease, I trot over to the animal and grip it tenderly in my jaws before my eyes beat over at Nightstar, confirming that I, too, was ready to go. My black fur bristles as movement was caught out of peripheral vision. Dropping the deer and turning quickly, I only seem to bounce once and be in position, head low yet in a dominance stance. This is my territory, after all, just outside of Nightstar's camp.

I turned to Nightstar, who had been moving in front of me, and bark quietly once, to get her attention. "I've got some business I need to take care of. I'd prefer you to stay here, or go to your camp with this deer and I'll follow the stench when I'm finished." I turned back to gather where the animal had been, precisely. A deep, low, aggressive-tinged howl rang through my jaws as I left one warning to this object.


{Anyone near these two, please read.^^^, It might pertain to you.}

[war paint]

"You always seem to have business" she murmured, "just don't hurt yourself please, I don't want to see or hear of another wolf dying" She said in a soft whisper. Nightstar picked up the deer by its neck and started to drag it back to camp.

[ghostlyhamlet]

Name: Frost
Age: 2 years
Rank: doctor
Gender: fae, if that means female
Picture: (optional)
Personality: meet her
Crush/Mate: nope
Name: Blaze
Age: 3 years
Rank: warrioe
Gender: male
Picture: (optional)
Personality: meet him
Crush/Mate: Nightstar
Other:

[war paint]

Accepted :3 ))

[Claw.]

Name: White rose
Age:4
Rank:deputy
Gender:female
Picture: (optional)
Personality: Strong, defensive, attractive, funny and brave
Crush/Mate: Open
Other:

[Claw.]

(Can i copy your touches and signals for my roleplay?)

[war paint]

Sure, just make sure to credit me for it :c }} and you might be accepted just checking ranks))

[Claw.]

(Thankyou)