||Shrouded||Wolf RP||

[Alpha*]

Soldier pauses and advances toward the alpha wolf, "I won't hurt you, let me take the ice and snow from your pelt. I am warmer than you." he says, stopping just a few steps away from her. "If i may offer a suggestion, ask an Omega to be the healer. They are willing to learn, they know the value of kindness and strength. Their rank, as a healer, would not be an Omega, but rather very different. They would be honored as an elder, you would seek their wisdom - as an Alpha - and the pack would come to care for them better. I have come to see an Omega as worse than a loner in this pack, I believe that that should change."

[canada]

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ᗯᕼᗩT ᗪOEᔕᑎT KIᒪᒪ YOᑌ мαкєѕ уσυ
ｓｔｒｏｎｇｅｒ.

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algae

Algae is a very pretty, lithe 4 year old "Maned Wolf." She is very curious, and she will fight to the death if she has to. Algae has extremely long legs, meaning she can run fast but is mainly clumsy. Algae has had a pretty good life... Until she was 2. Her mother died of a sickness with no cute, and her father went insane. Algae had to live as a loner for a long period of her life.

ｎａｍｅ: Algae
ａｇｅ: 4 years
ｅｙｅ ｃｏｌｏｒ: Purple
ｐｅｌｔ ｃｏｌｏｒ: orange with black "mane"
ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ: Curious, Quick-Witted, Smart, Agile
ｃｒｕｓｈ: Impress Her
ｍａｔｅ: None
ｋｉｎ: Palla(mother, deceased), Huttser (father, deceased)
ｏｔｈｅｒ: PM me if u want to like her! <3 Beta Female?

[nagisa kaworu]

Lykaios nodded as she spoke, eyes never once leaving hers once she caught his gaze - they are raw and they aren't /afraid/ and then he's reminded of how strikingly different she was.

And he was intrigued to say the least, because those eyes are just-

He took his thoughts out of his mind as he replied nimbly, "Poppies, as in the seeds right? Got it. Stay here." He turned around not a moment too later, and before he could lift a paw, Malone's voice caught him.

He stood there, still and silent as he ran a tongue over his silver teeth, over her words and then his head slowly swung around, bringing the rest of his body with him. He took a step forward - but then paused as he gazed down upon the little fae.

She reminded him of the owls - the ones that perch at night with bright eyes and call out to the moon.

"I know how... Different this must be. I am just a stranger you met not too long ago, sharing words and now we are here with that..." He fell silent as he gazed upon her broken paw - something unnatural, something strange to see compared to her fluid movements he saw when he conversed and ran with her.

He didn't like that. It was hideous and it shouldn't be there but it was.

"After all, you've only Soldier in the past but now we are here and... Just... Just be safe, okay?"

[C O R V I D]

Nebbia nodded to both of his suggestions. "That's what I was planning on doing, the matter is figuring out who to rank as the healer... They would all gladly step up and ask to be in the position but at the moment I can only place one since you offered to mentor a new healer. Before you came to join the pack I've been trying to place the omegas in ranks but not many of the others where willing to take on an apprentice." She explained to him a bit more than she needed, but she didn't really seem to care.

[Alpha*]

"Let me... be around them. Let me choose which should take on the position. You will not want a wolf who is too submissive, nor one who is too dominant. I am too dominant, Malone is... often.. very submissive." The dark male speaks before draping his head and neck across her shoulders - covered in ice. She was.. cold.. to him. Blue eyes are quiet as Soldier speaks once more. "It will not take me many moons to train whomever is chosen; and that healer should take an Omega-pup as their apprentice, not an adult, or a pup from other rankings. The pup and the others should not be forced Nebbia, but free to choose, under careful guidance; and taught to hunt or fight as well."

"No promises." whispers Malone, looking at her paw with distaste. That she had.. never come, and listened, rather than this. Green eyes are darkened and the she-wolf takes a shuttering breath before scraping the meager moss-fur-feathers-furns-grasses into an attempt at a bed with her nose and collapsing on it. How can she expect him to feed her too, when he looks so hungry? She shouldn't. The silver wolf would leave.. him.. as soon as she possibly can.

[nagisa kaworu]

Lykaios smiled bitterly as he watched her.

"Please," He said softly, almost in a pleading tone. "If you need my help, just howl... And I will come as fast as I can." He dipped his head in a polite gesture, flicked his ears forward before lifting his head.

He turned around to leave, but inside he wanted to stay - but he was hungry, thin and nothing more than skin stretched over bones. His only meal was a bird from earlier, but even then he had not eaten for quite some time. But that's okay. He would find food for the both of them, but what he should find should mostly be given to her. She's injured, 'Injured because of you,' his mind snapped bitterly-

She needed to survive. He wanted her to.

He paused, his body halfway out the cave. His eyes briefly scanned the area, while the snow drifted softly by his ears, and the wind making it hard to pinpoint any quiet sounds. He tried to take a whiff of the air and- he couldn't tell much from that, having a more weaker nose than usual. Before he left, he craned his head around to glance back at Malone.

"I'll be back soon. Stay here and be safe." He whispered, voice loud enough for her to hear. 'I'm sorry," He does not say. 'I want to help you.'

And with that, he darted off into the blinding white snow with a push of his legs.

[Alpha*]

She watches him go, a smile on her angular muzzle. That she-wolf sighs, the facade replaced by reality as soon as she is sure he wont see - it is all pain and fear, dread and anger. Such anger as she has never felt before. This must be the anger and sorrow which Soldier had lived through, lives with. That which drives, er, drove him before. Now. Would Sol hate her now? Now that she has abandoned him for no sort of life at all? She should leave, and pray to Leaf and Star that he would live, and love. At least live. No wolf like her could catch any wolf's eye. Least of all now.

Malone swallows and gets to her good paws - deciding to make him a nest to sleep in from whatever she can scavenge in this cave, or nearby. He would have the softest bed of his whole life when she was done, and at least the cold stone and soil would have alittle between it and them.

As it ends up the silver wolf makes one large nest - because there is not enough for two nests unless one of them was a pup - and she has caught a very large mouse (it is a rat really, the size of a older cotton-tail rabbit) and it waits in her 'pile' for his return. He could eat it, her stomach is turning and she is ready to sleep once more.

[nagisa kaworu]

The wind and snow swallowed up his body like nothing.

He moved quite hurriedly through the forest, as quickly as he couldn without expending all of his stamina from one go. His movements were sloppy, jagged - there is a new tiredness in his eyes and the fangs at his belly does not help lessen his burden any more. But still, he weaved through the trees, bone-bare and a starking contrast of white and ashen gray.

He tried to keep his movements light, but he could feel it - the collaspe from exhaustion telling him that he needed to rest, he needed to find something to eat fast or else. He tried to ignore the commands his body was telling him, desperate, aching to find something.

And then - snap.

He stopped then as his ears swung towards the sound. How long had it been since his journey? He could not have possibly traveled far, and when Malone was leading him before she....broke her paw, she mentioned deer. Deer, Yes, that's what they needed - but unless the deer was weak or young, he could not hope to take it down. But nevertheless, he slowed his pace, and crept towards the sound with finese, gold eyes flickering.

He had tried scenting the air, but only got muffled information - no use. The wind and the cold air weren't on his side at all this winter, and perhaps all of wolfkind within the reach of the storm snd famine.

When he tried listening, he had heard nothing - just silence, just stand still. Maybe the animal knew he was there, too. Maybe it wasn't a deer but another hungry predator - he could not know, but meat shall be food... And food he shall get.

(Shall it be just a deer, like a young buck or whatever, or something else? uvu)

[Alpha*]

( perhaps he could spot a elk, but miss it and have to return to the caves with nothing, except the poppy ?)

The silver wolf is curled up - one limb at an aqward position and she is staring at the creature she had found with curiousity - it was almost mouse smelling.. she really isn't hungry anymore. But her worries will not let her sleep, the cold has numbed the pain, and she just keeps thinking her continuious loop. What had she done? She has lost everything, even the thinks which she had not yet obtained. A rank. A mate. Pups. Nothing, she would have none of that. And for the first time she lets herself sorrow, and a tear of anger-pain-hurt leaks down her face, followed by many more.

[nagisa kaworu]

(Alright!)

When he finally saw the animal, it was an elk - standing and looking around with beady black eyes.

It knew he was here. He knew it was there. It looked healthy, something which wasn't good for him, since he was a lone hunter, with his abiltiies diminished from famine. He took a step forward, once, twice, watching the elk intently with burning gold eyes. It /couldn't/ hurt to try, would it? Now, if he only had the surprise and could grab the neck...

For awhile, he waited as the elk resumed trudging and digging through the snow in a quest for food, quietly following behind. When the moment was right, he would strike. And that moment was... Now! With a quick leap, Lykaios lunged through the air, a mess of fangs and snarls as he landed upon the elk's back, hind legs slipping as he bit down upon the base of the elk's neck.

It screamed terribly loud as it tossed its head back and forth, bucking and kicking while Lykaios merely struggled to hold on. His claws weren't made like that of a big cat's- they were meant to grip the ground, not flesh, amd were dull as a result of this, making his footing hard as he struggled to remain on.

But soon just as the struggle had started, it was over as the elk rammed its flank against a tree - and Lykaios with it. He yelped and let go as he tumbled to the ground and the elk nimbly ran off. He almost went to pursue it, almost, but then he realized he could not fight something so strong in his weakened state. His eyes narrowed at the elk as its hind legs running disappeared from his vision, before getting back to his feet.

His side hurt - but that was no matter. With a disappointed growl, he soon decided to forage for the poppy seeds Malone had requested. He had nothing to feed her, but he needed the poppies.