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◁ ◁ Gender ↣ Fae
Age ↣ 2 years
Rank ↣ Warrior
Love ↣Straight - No crush
Leaves twirled high in the air, a spiral of needles and green birch leaves floating higher by the second. Below, a bundle of white fur lay. A wolf.More importantly, Blair. The fae blew again, causing the leaves to ascend to their highest point, before floating down to the grass again, one landing on her nose. Blair looked at it, green and honey shades split into two as her eyes crossed, the object being to close. She shook her head slightly at a sneeze, a light, " Chew!" echoing through the June air. The fae had been laying in the cool for a few minutes now, though all ready growing bored. 'Maybe a quick exploration would do to help my restlessness.' she thought, standing before shaking her fur, green and brown scraps freeing from her white coat. With a quick glance around to check her surroundings, she took off, padding into the forest, paw after paw, swerving in and around trees with a periwinkle gaze on what was to come before her.
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◇ . . . . . ◇ Gender ▸▸ Brute
Age ▸▸ 4 years
Rank ▸▸ Alpha
Love ▸▸Straight - No crush
Dark fur flickered at the end of a tail. The brute had perched himself upon one of his favored high-points in camp, that of which presented a clear view of his home. Nick scanned the area for a moment, checking that all was well, and sat for a minute longer. It wasn't often the alpha could just...breathe. He basked in the silence, shutting his amber eyes before catching an almost silent whine. "Hmph."The brute stood, stretched, and leapt off the stone that had held him. Casually, Nick carried himself towards the continuous sounds of a fae, who seemed to be having a few complications. The alpha's coal covered head held high. Alert for any movement. As he continued, he came in sight of an ashen pack female...with no body. Confused, he just stood in silence before he managed to get out a small,"Uhm..."
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◁ ◁ Gender ↣ Fae
Age ↣ 2 years
Rank ↣ Hunter
Love ↣Straight - No crush
Silent steps carried the fae into a dark sea of green, Rain's pale blue eyes locked on shapes and shadows that blurred past, as if one might be prey. Black fur danced in the breeze caused from the hunter's brisk pace, inhaling and exhaling a steady melody, hushed along with the rustle of fallen leaves beneath. Rain let out a small sigh of annoyance at the distant, '...stupid fat head!' and she decided to let the wolf, whoever it may be, fix their own issues. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy helping, but rather that she could never manage small talk. Instead, the fae increased pace, paws rapidly grasping at the earth beneath, and made her way towards the river where, hopefully, she could escape the commotion of the pack for a moment...or two.
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