Ｔａｋｅｎ {Wolf Roleplay} -closed-

[Foxen]

Accalia could not stay away from the pack much longer so the fea started to return to her pack, silently moving leaving no trace or track behind. After a long jog back to the pack Accalia breathed out with a sign of relief as she spotted the alpha half asleep, the elegant fea approched the brute with slight confidance "Morning sir" Accalia spoke softly with a small nudge to the alpha's cheek.

[Cyphron]

Darkness is all I seek, loneliness is all I feel.
The savageness within, the monster inside,
it's all lies. Deathly eyes, cooling tone,
sharp fangs. Is all I am, but I am no monster.
Scars cover me, they said time would heal them
they spoke lies. The pain lessened and scar tissue
covered them, but they still haunt me. There
is only one to aid, only one to bring light.
One day that one will come, but for now
I stand alone

Hello there young one, the name is White Fang. Nothing more and nothing less, just plain White Fang is what I prefer to come by. I was named after my sharp white fangs as you can say they were what I was known for as a pup and still to this day. I prefer that you do not call me by any nicknames as I feel no need for them, so please refrain from doing so. Shall I say I have walked this earth for four years and six moons now, as you can see I am not that old and not that young, a right age basically. I am a full blooded male, brute, lad, anything you can say but I am indeed a male, nowhere near female.

As far as sight goes you can see that I am a fairly large wolf with muscles that ripple beneath my pelt with every moment that I make. I am lean and agile, but speed is not much on my side as strength is. My fur has multiple colors, radiating from a light caramel brown to a dark coal black with tints of white and down to a light stormy gray. My fur has no pattern to it's coloring so you can never see nor tell which main color is basically made up of my entire pelt, I'm not even sure myself. My fur is sleek and smooth to the touch, almost soft and my tail consists to appear like a wooly fox tail. The tips of my fur curl in towards my stomach like claws protecting the skin underneath. Many scars hide deep within my fur from many fights in my past, though one is the most noticable and the most haunting. A jagged scar goes straight through and across my left eye, a pinkish color somewhat that is in sight with just one glance towards my direction. Many judge with this scar and I pay no heed as I have grown use to it over the years. My eyes are a dark hazel with what appears to be a haunting edge to them, almost eerie like. My eyes hold no emotions as I have learned to mask them over, though they hold truth many times. Some have told me that when I look your way it is as if my eyes are peering into your soul. I don't believe this but it is what I'm told.

Ah, so I see as my time to tell my personality comes forth. To start off I have always been a lone wolf, always have been and most likely always will be. I dislike being in crowds and surrounded by multiple wolves at once. I prefer to keep to myself and be left in peace, as no one can annoy you when you are alone. I'm reserved and introvert you can say, but not quite shy, just anti-social more or less. Though I know in due time I will adopt to being surrounded by many, I know that the loneliness in the pit of my heart will always be there, no matter what. A constant reminder of what I am. I'm a loner at heart and there is no hiding that. When I am around others I show no emotions to them, only if I want to. I'm apathetic, not giving away anything of what I'm feeling in my voice or body language. No emotions come across me so it's difficult to figure me out, though most have never tried. With showing no emotions I show no weaknesses, so almost everybody leaves me be, never getting on my bad side which could lead to my aggressivenss. With my aggression I go into a hostile and cautious mode, snarling at anybody in sight with my hackles raised and teeth bared. I only see red and everybody as a threat, including if someone I care about is in danger is when such thing as my aggression comes in. It's almost impossible to bring me out of it unless one I trust is close by. As we move alone past my temper I have picked up the trait of being extremely observant. I can easily read your emotions by just seeing into your eyes or reading your body language or the sound of your voice. I can pick up on habits that you have, even habits that you may not be aware of. To say in other words, I can easily figure you out, it's almost as if you are an open book to me. I hope you are aware of the quote; Our eyes are windows to our soul as this very quote applies to me. My eyes reveal all of what I am feeling for a minimal time before I mask them over, it only takes one quick glance at the right timing to discover what I am feeling. That is why I hardly let anyone look into my eyes as I don't want them to figure me out. To me showing emotions is showing weakness and I hate doing so, emotions are our enemies, never our allies. I have trust issues as you can see so I hardly let anyone in, trust comes as in respect to me so once you gain my respect you are close to gaining my trust. To explain beyond my issues of trust I am also slightly mute, not speaking a single word to anyone unless you have earned my respect or trust. The only way I communicate is through body language and vocal sounds such as growling or just a slight rumble. The moment you gain my trust is the moment you will hear my voice and I remain loyal to you, always standing by your side no matter what and offering what ever advice I can give. I'm wise I can tell you though I always give my advice in quotes and riddles, wanting to one I tell to think through it instead of giving them the answer straight forward. Nothing ever comes easy. I am not the forgiving type, I hardly give second chances unless one truly deserves it in my eyes. It takes a moment to forgive but it takes a lifetime to forget. We easily forgive without even knowing it, but that one memory, that one moment they betrayed us will always stay deep within our mind. No matter what memories stay and sometimes they aren't friendly.

I was born in a late spring night with my sister Promise Broken and my brother Noble Soldier. Every morning we would always hear yelling although we never knew who the voices belonged to or why they were yelling. When we were all a month old I was playing outside with my brother Noble and my sister Promise when I heard growling and whimpering. I left my siblings to check it out and well to say it my so called father Ace was attacking my mother Whisper. She was badly wounded with scars and blood everywhere around her. I hid and Ace stormed off and went after my siblings who were still playing and unaware of what was happening. I followed Ace quietly and saw him grab Noble by the scruff and take him away. A few days later while I was in the den with Promise and my mother Whisper, a gray colored wolf came along who went by the name of Alcatraz. I find out that he was Whisper's brother and let's just say he took me away from my mother and she did nothing about it. I struggled against his grip but everything I tried was no good and I watched as I was carried away from Promise, the only family I had left that cared about me. I stood with Alcatraz for about a year, a year of hard training and brutal truth. Being around Alcatraz I learned that he had took me away from Whisper so that he can train me to be a great fighter and to be prepared for something, but he never told me what. Alcatraz left me leave and so I did, traveling as a lone wolf was mild difficult but I learned. Fighting constantly with other wolves over territory and prey. One evening as I was doing my daily rounds on scouting the territory I had claimed for awhile I saw a familiar looking black and golden creamed colored wolf, which turned out to be Noble. He had grown different over the years more selfish, conceited to shorten words he was just like Ace. We fought almost everyday, finding out ourselves that this was why we were trained. Alcatraz and Ace had always been rivals so they decided to settle it by making Ace's two sons fight resulting in Noble and I. Noble making a cheap shot during one fight latched himself onto me and bit down close to my eyes and dug his fangs deep into my skin until he reached my muzzle. I tossed him off and he left. The next day I went looking for him, but to find out that he had been mauled by a bear. It wasn't long before I abandoned the territory and left, leaving the barren place behind but carrying the memory and scar with me.

I have never seen much into the subject of love nor ever thought of having a mate, but I would like to have pups someday. I don't see much for the reason of love as some use it as a upperhand towards us, but I've seen what it can do I can tell you that I yearn for that feeling, but have never came across it with a female. It will be foreign to me I'm aware of that, but I await for when one comes across and finds their way into my heart, to love the beast with many scars and flaws. That will be the day that the shackles fall and the redemption arrives.

Some things that I like is obviously being alone, I enjoy the peacefuly silence that dwindles in the air, the calming aura of nature around you. I like nature, everything is natural around you. Mother Nature knows when to stop and when to destroy. I also have a strange attraction to thunder storms, don't ask why but I like the booming and crackling sounds of the the thunder and lightning. Storms are in the sky but what else I like gazing up there are the stars, so many out there that we aren't even aware of. It's like no other.

What I dislike would have to be distrubed peaceful silence, I don't understand why people can't take a chance to sit still and listen. I also tend to dislike jealousy, there's no point to it to me as the only thing you will hurt is yourself, the one you are using, and the one you want to get jealous. I don't like having to show my emotions and showing weakness, there's no telling what could happen with one give away. I tend to not take a very good liking towards brutes that are conceited, faes that throw themselves and mostly know it alls. I also don't like when one complains, I'm silently pleading in my mind for you to shut up, but I don't want to be rude so I stay quiet.

Ah fears, the things that prevent everybody from being in peace. One major fear of mine is people betraying my trust, I fear that they will stab me in the back and leave me there to rot. When I give you my trust I'm giving you a part of me and once you betray me, you rip that part of me to shreds. I guess which leads to my trust issues. Being in small tight spaces is another one of my fears, I panic when I'm locked in a tight room and I get this hollow feeling in my stomach. Not being able to read someone through their eyes or body language, it frightens me beyond belief. When I can't interpret someone, I feel lost and helpless. Reading them helps me understand without words and when I can't do that, I panic. Death. The most common fear among all. Yes I fear death just as much as anybody, I know that it's going to come one day but I can't help but fear that very day that it will arrive.

I reside within the Whispering Willows pack with upholding of having the rank Lead Guard/Guard and will have it perhaps no other way

[catt;]

Nickname : None
Crush : No.
Gender : Male.
Rank : Alpha Male of Towering Oaks
Location & Activity In the camp.

Ｘａｖｉｅｒ

Xavier's eyelids closed, he was slowly drifting off to sleep when he heard a voice. His head snapped up, then he looked toward Accalia, who had touched him. He looked at her for a while until he spoke, "Hello."

[Only_Sky]

Yawning, Bex lay half-way in her den, staring out at the camp clearing. It was a
nice day, well not really in her mind. She'd have rather it was stormy and cold,
just how she liked it. Scrunching up her nose, the fae stood and stretched,
stepping out of her den and into the new day.

˹ Bex ˺
˹ Gender; ♀ ˺
˹ Beta female of Towering Oaks ˺
˹ Feeling; Tired, bored ˺

[NightmareFrost]

She looks over to the two wolves. She giggles, letting her emotions drift away. "Let Xavier sleep" she chuckles. "Alphas need their sleep you know" her tail wags slightly to Accalia.

[Cyphron]

White Fang

Life-✬-And-ღ-Love-✬-Is-ღ-A-✬-Warzone

I am~ "Patrolling the forest."
My current emotion~ "Apathetic."
My relationship status~ "Single I believe."

Cold wisps of air rustled strands of multi-colored fur that flexed along with his stealth like movements. His silent paws trekked across the forest floor as he weaved through the trees. Shadows danced among his pelt in a daunting like matter, his stride holding the predatory and snake like dances he adapted as a loner. Snout rising towards the sky the brute sniffed the air for any forbidden or off putting scents. Finding no such things White Fang shook out his fur and continued on, sliding along the river border one last time. For a moment his hollow eyes wandered over the line, wondering how it was for the other pack. In truth White Fang hardly cared about the feud between the two packs, one was because he had only been in whispering willow for only awhile now and two the noble wolf never saw reason for war. He heard the story of how long ago one of the pups from the alpha's litter in towering oaks had disappeared and asked for aid from whispering willows but were denied. Thus the battle began and to this day it still continues. It was rather odd on why it started like that but history was written and not much could be done to change it. Shaking his head the lead guard sighed and pawed at the river before shaking off the droplets and averting his course, returning back to the woods that made up most the pack's territory.

Running within the cover of the shadows the brute raced along the tree line, dodging obstacles with ease and leaping over fallen logs. His legs fell into a steady rhythm, beating along with the heart of the forest and the song of the wind. His muzzle rose towards the sky as he inhaled deeply, relishing in the earthly smells he grew to love when he lived the life of solitary. Slowing down as he neared camp the multi-colored wolf released himself into a well trot. His icy eyes remained without emotion as usual and his body language stood well composed. Entering the camp the brute paused momentarily to gaze around, scanning the perimeter. Detecting nothing he quietly padded farther in without drawing any attention and settled close to a single oak tree that was located near the edge of the camp. Settling himself White Fang laid down and allowed his tense muscles to flex and relax at last, wrapping his wooly tail around himself as he rested is head on his paws. His hazel eyes however stood open and kept watch on everything around him, ears perked up as well and twitching at the slightest of sound. The guard was known to always be the cautious type and never really spoke to anyone, thus earning him the name of the elective mute among the pack. It didn't really bother White Fang as he was use to it and preferred it that way. Wolves tend to avoid anybody that seems the least bit different and the background of being a loner was enough. Smirking lightly to himself the silent wolf adjusted his body before he sighed in content and nonchalantly gazed around.

[catt;]

Nickname : Remedy // Melody // Rem
Crush : "No."
Gender : Female
Rank : Beta Female of Whispering Willow
Location & Activity In Towering Oaks pack territory

ℝｅｍｅｄｙ ｏｆ Ｍｅｌｏｄｙ

Remedy shook her fur before setting off into the woods. She knew exactly where the herbs she needed were, at the border river. She trotted through the woods, leaping over the logs in her path, and swerving away from prickly bushes. After about a thirty minute jog, she made it to the river. Inspecting the plants that were on the side of the river. She picked a few out of the ground, then, as she looked across, she saw a rare herb. She needed it for the collection, so she looked around, dropping her collecting onto the floor before diving into the water and swimming across the invisible border and into the Towering Oaks pack.

[Cyphron]

White Fang

Life-✬-And-ღ-Love-✬-Is-ღ-A-✬-Warzone

I am~ "Patrolling the forest."
My current emotion~ "Apathetic."
My relationship status~ "Single I believe."

Scanning his surroundings with hollow eyes the brute's fur bristled when he detected a wolf nearing but soon calmed when he noticed it was only Remedy, the beta female. His head rose up from his paws as she walked out of camp. Flicking his tail the wolf shrugged it off and rested back down. He knew the female had interest in the art of healing and came up with the conclusion that perhaps she had gone out in search of herbs. Though there was a nagging sensation at the back of his hostile mind that told him to follow from a distance. Always placing trust in his instincts White Fang stood up to his full height and shook out his fur, freeing it from only debris that had gathered. Stretching out his limbs the wolf's muscles instantly tensed in preparation and he padded off. His steps soft and silent as usual as he slithered into the protection of the woods. Weaving through the trees with ease the large wolf scented the air for Remedy's scent and it didn't take him long to find it. Following it the brute's chest rumbled softly when he figured out her destination, the borderline.

Slowing down White Fang stood deep within the shadows and carefully eased along them. Keeping his icy stare straight ahead the guard stopped when he saw the white fae. He simply observed as she gathered the herbs that remained on their side but instantly his fur bristled when he noticed her eyes gaze over the river. The wolf stood still as he watched her dive into the water and heaved herself onto the forbidden side. Lowering his head White Fang's chest rumbled deeply as he crept out of the shadows only enough for the outline of his body to show. Watching out for the beta his eyes stood trained on the woods behind it, not taking any chances with the other pack's wolves. True he hardly cared about the war but when it came to his pack mates he didn't take any chances. He didn't show it much but he did care for them. Eyes hard the lead guard stood silent as he observed with a purpose.

[Foxen]

Accalia ignored the fea and turned back to her alpha "It looks like you had a peaceful sleep" Accalia grined as she sat back on her hunches while looking down at the brute's face.

[NightmareFrost]

She noticed that Pinefrost got ignored but that didn't stop her. "He probably needs more rest." She say calmly with her voice raising. She wants the alpha to get fully rested, although the fae woke him up.