alpha and omega >> open

[Queen Quartz]

Denali/ 4/ Male/ Drifter/ Border/ Tags: N/A

Denali sniffed the air, a vaguely familiar scent hit the over sized brute's nose. He could tell from experience that he was just beyond the border of the territory. He watched the trees from the hill he was standing on, watching the wind push the leaves around in every which direction. He licked his muzzle, getting rid of most of the blood stains from a rabbit who's life he had ended less than an hour ago. He shook his head, something in his gut was calling him here, as a Drifter he would only rely on himself so listening to his gut (quite reluctantly) was mandatory. Denali walked forward, down the hill and past the treeline and into the territory that he left at a very young age, the smell was so familiar to him that he had to wrinkle his nose at it overwhelmed him a bit. He dug his large paws into the ground as his hulking body moved forward and the smell got even stronger, out of reflex he prepared for an attack from a wolf that might be waiting somewhere nearby. He listened to the world around him, pausing so the thuds of his paws on the ground weren't blocking his hearing.

Oken/ 2.5/ Male/ Omega/ Camp/ Tags: N/A

wip, I'll post for him in a bit.

[capture.the.cause]

•𝕂𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕟
•𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕖
•𝔻𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕒
•𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕕: Khaleesi

”Oh but it’s the joy in having siblings ain’t it. Bid the thought adiue, for the day has only started so soon, for it to be torn down already.” The words left the brute’s mouth effortlessly, as his dancing eyes gleamed softly in hers. Sitting on his haunches, his tail curl softly around his feet, his muscles relaxed and tongue lollying still.

Taking in her words was like a dance, each letter prancing through his ears, made them flutter ever so slightly. Konan thought quickly of an answer, as he has never really thought of anything else when another wolf asked how his run was. ”Calm, quiet, though with a bit of a rush I might add. You should join me another time I run. It really helps to clear your thoughts.” He added the last part charmingly, he would love to be aquainted with her on a run.

•𝔅𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔢𝑦
•𝔉𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢
•𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝓩𝔢𝔩𝔱𝔞
•𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡: Khal

A tint of rosy pink hit her maw, and crossed her cheeks as he spoke the words. Bailey being the female she is, effectively hid the blush, while her tail gently wagged behind her. ”Oh bother. As happy as the fish are to water.” She teased back, a soft, elegant giggle following soon after. Her ears flicked as the sounds of birds chirped near them ever so slightly, alert to the noises around them, but paying attention to the brute in front of her. Though trying to avoid it, Bailey founding herself skimming iver his body, looking at his slender but built body, as well as how the sunlight bounds off his black and white pelt. Seconds later, Bailey returned her soft, yet demeaning gaze to his aburn eyes.

•Ƈуρяυѕ
•Ƒємαℓє
•Aℓρнα Ƒєм.
•Ƭαggє∂:

wip

[Luinarii37]

| Loki | Male | 3 | Beta | Tagged - Cyprus |

Finishing his daily morning duties, Loki bounded into the common area with a graceful leap. The muscles he had flexed slightly under his skin as he landed. Observing his surroundings Cyprus caught his eye. "I must report my findings for this morning." he thought to himself as he made his way over. His tail swayed gently as he approached his alpha. Lowering his head first in respect he spoke. "I have my reports for this morning. I would like to express them to you, if the moment is right." Loki spoke professionally. His vibrant eyes locked onto her expressing only respect and awe at his alpha.

[feyre.archeron]

┌──────┐
•Daenerys [Dani]
•Female/Fae
•Four Years
•Lead Kappa
•No interest
•Tagged: Mystery, Raven
•Mentioned: Pantheon,
Celeste, Cerberus
•Form: x
•Voice: x
└──────┘

The scent of the forest suffocated the air, drowning out the stench of death that greeted the decaying prey. The blood had seeped into the ever absorbent ground, turning the dirt red beneath white paws. The wolf that stood before the body was large but slender, her orange and white pelt gleaming where the sun danced across it in shadowed waves. She had blood dripping from her maw, her brilliant green eyes dancing with pleasure at the hunt she had successfully ended. She would be fed for several days, engoraging herself on the ripeness of the fresh meat.

Just like that, the moist, meaty scent disappeared, replaced only by the harsh scent of the pack just outside her den. Paws shuffled on the cool ground and hushed voices danced through the air, filling the silence of her den with the soft music of her pack. She huffed, rolling to the side in an attempts to drown out the waking morning, she was not ready to get up, her muscles sore from a failed hunt the day before, her paws aching from the cold. She turned her head upwards, her pink tongue sliding from her maw to lap at the soreness before she stretched her muscles, each one snapping and popping in response to her movements.

When at last the orange and white she-wolf rolled back onto her stomach, the sun had risen higher, leaving the world coated in a brilliant yellow rather than drowned in grey. She enjoyed the sun more than she enjoyed the gloom of the shadows yet she refused to tell a single wolf this small fact. She stretched her paw slightly, spreading her toes until she felt the familiar sting of muscles pulling, conforming and then she stood. Her back brushed lightly against the roof of her den, her slender frame was tall and somewhat intimidating, yet she was too slender to ever be mistaken for a warrior. Her legs were lean not muscled yet she held strength there, enough to give her an upper hand in battle, should she ever need it. Her pelt was a pale white with ginger orange markings, giving her a unique look. Despite the way her pelt stood out against her surroundings, she found ways to blend in. She had large ears giving her great hearing and bright green eyes, leaving her with an almost otherworldly stare.

She slid from the opening in her den, sunlight cascading across her pelt, her tail curling in excitement for the day ahead. She twitched her nostrils, her green eyes skimming the bodies moving carefully through the camp. Hungry wolves, but not starving, for that she was grateful. The kappa’s tended to keep the food supply relatively stable, though in winter and occasionally late fall, the supply often fell and wolves went hungry for longer than a day, but in summer, food was plentiful and no one went hungry, not even the omegas. As she thought on this small fact, her eyes traced two of her hunters, one with a coat of ebony and the other a coat almost of snow flecked with light greys. She licked her maw carefully before turning to search out the last of her current hunter, Celeste, the wolf with the red pelt, but she couldn’t seem to find her in the commotion of the pack.

She approached the two newest kappas, her tail held high in a show of subtle dominance. She expected ears back and when she approached, though she didn’t often ask for much beyond that, not with her kappas. She needed to maintain an air of respect, not fear, with her fellow kappas, she needed their loyalty and their trust over their submission, but she didn’t need that from any other pack member. A group of hunters without trust and respect was no better than a group of pups fighting over a scrap of meat on a cold winter morning, useless. Communication was key in hunts, it was key in most of life’s interactions but without the silent communication of the hunt, kappas would never succeed in feeding their pack, and so when she approached her two kappas she did not snarl, did not raise her lips to expose her dangerous canines, and did not raise her hackles in a show of aggression. Her tail stayed raised and her eyes danced just enough to express her superiority as lead kappa.

The two turned to her with brazen eyes and she felt the twinge that often occurred when she felt the need to remind others of their place, yet she bit it back, for to controlled to let her aggression get the best of her. “We will hunt soon, rest up before we head out” she remarked. She dropped her head only slightly in a show of respect but still kept her eye contact, her way of keeping her place. She turned from them, her tongue escaping her maw momentarily to run along her jowls. No one said a word to her as she walked through the pack, her ears swiveling to catch hints of conversations made out in the eerie morning light. Her green eyes danced across one of the epsilions, his coat a brilliant red mixed with tinges of cream. She flicked her tail in a manner of greeting but she didn’t stop in her movements. She needed to speak with her brother, she needed to find Celeste. She was a lead wolf and it was her duty to ensure the kappas did what they were meant to and that the alpha knew the whereabouts of his pack.

┌──────┐
•Khaleesi
•Female/Fae
•Three Years
•Delta
•No interest
•Tagged:
•Mentioned:
•Form: x
•Voice: [url]x[/url]
└──────┘

wip

┌──────┐
•Khal
•Male/Brute
•Three Years
•Zeta
•No interest
•Tagged:
•Mentioned:
•Form: x
•Voice: [url]x[/url]
└──────┘

wip

┌──────┐
•Ygritte
•Female/Fae
•Two Years
•Drifter
•No interest
•Tagged: Denali
•Mentioned: The Pack
•Form: x
•Voice: x
└──────┘

Shadows that played across the forest floor seemed to tell stories in their movements. Stories of free wolves, wild creatures, not ruled by man nor animal, yet always ruled by an alpha, a dominant. Yet there were those, ruled not by a single entity, but by instinct alone. No wolf, no creature could control them. They were, and are, the essence of wild, of freedom. At least that was how the white wolf saw it. She was not a pack wolf, but a free wolf, though she was often referred to as a drifter. She cared little for anyone else's problems and answered to not a single soul, only her own instinct.

She awoke in her den, cooled by the chill of the moist dirt that surrounded her. She had dug the den out of the earth the night prior, allowing herself a place to rest in safety. Not only that, but the smell of the trees in this particular area seemed to calm her at night, allow her the rest she so desired. The soil smelled sweet and moist, earthy and fragrant with life. She was comfortable, tucked away but hunger roiled in her belly, forcing her to pull herself from her den and greet the sharp scent of morning.

Birds called to one another in a song of light and life, as they did every morning, and the sound of mice and other small prey scurrying through the earth danced across her senses. She was alert to the world around her, ready for any sort of happening, as it was, she had been crept up on several times before and even lost a deer to a small group of three wolves, all male, mind you. She was pulled from her thoughts as the sweet, sultry scent of blood crossed her nostrils.

She followed the scent as far as she could, ending up in a small, secluded area where half of a deer carcass lay sprawled out in a puddle of copper liquid. Her mouth began to salivate, dripping down her canines, but she gave halt at the scent of bear. It was heavy on the dead creature, clinging to its fur, and recent, as if the creature has just left. White fur rose tall above her head, her pelt bristling, making her look twice the size she truly was (though she was no small wolf, oh no), as she crept towards the carcass. The sweet scent of blood taunted her, yet the scent of the bear made her as weary as a weasel.

She heard no noises, though her ears stayed poised and alert. She tested her jaws on the hind quarter, mouthing it ever so gently, until at last her teeth sheared through the tender meat. She swallowed the piece quickly and like that tore into the deceased creature. Suddenly her thoughts of the bear were long gone, hunger and bloodlust coursing through her veins as she took her fill. She was quite oblivious to her surroundings, but luck happened to be on her side. The bear stayed gone, somewhere in the wolves drinking its fill of water she was sure.

It took her several long minutes before at last she drew her head away from the poor, deceased creature. Her maw was stained red, the blood soaking through her fur like water. She allowed her tongue to roam across her lips, cleaning what she could yet it wasn’t quite enough. With ease, she bunched her muscles and leapt the remainder of the carcass, landing delicately on her feet. She lifted her head, her nostrils flaring as she caught the scent of crisp water in the distance, but aside from that, there was the thick stench of another wolf, a male nonetheless.

The white wolf aimed for the water source first, her head held high, fur sleek against her slender frame. She carried herself across the terrain at a brisk trot, her maw gaped, taking in the fresh, crisp air. As the water neared, her head fell, and her eyes locked themselves on the churning rapids. The sight was exciting for the bright, white she-wolf, her tail swaying eagerly behind her, When she at last approached, she dropped her head and lapped at the crisp water. She could taste the cold at the back of her throat, and her body shivered in utter delight. The taste was incredible. Fine tuned to nature and her beauty. The pure water tinged red as blood slid from her maw, turning the russet stained fur white once again.

When at last she had drank her fill, she slunk back into the underbrush and raised her head to inhale the scent of the other wolf. The scent matched the familiar scent of the pack, she knew it all to well. He den rested just mere feet from the territory lines, she had heard their howls in the night, but the scent she now took in was not that of a pack wolf, but a drifter who simply stunk of the pack. As she crept forward her eyes skimmed him, landing on his powerful frame. He seemed strong, much stronger than her. She would have liked to turn her back on the brute, walk away but her paw landed on a dead branch, snapping the object in two. Hear ears fell back and her eyes widened momentarily. Certainly he had heard the noise, it was just a matter of would he react or not. She refused to cower and so she remained in her place, eyes narrowed at the dark wolf, tail curled over her back.

[capture.the.cause]

•𝕂𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕟
•𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕖
•𝔻𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕒
•𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕕: Khaleesi

”Oh but it’s the joy in having siblings ain’t it. Bid the thought adiue, for the day has only started so soon, for it to be torn down already.” The words left the brute’s mouth effortlessly, as his dancing eyes gleamed softly in hers. Sitting on his haunches, his tail curl softly around his feet, his muscles relaxed and tongue lollying still.

Taking in her words was like a dance, each letter prancing through his ears, made them flutter ever so slightly. Konan thought quickly of an answer, as he has never really thought of anything else when another wolf asked how his run was. ”Calm, quiet, though with a bit of a rush I might add. You should join me another time I run. It really helps to clear your thoughts.” He added the last part charmingly, he would love to be aquainted with her on a run.

•𝔅𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔢𝑦
•𝔉𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢
•𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝓩𝔢𝔩𝔱𝔞
•𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡: Khal

A tint of rosy pink hit her maw, and crossed her cheeks as he spoke the words. Bailey being the female she is, effectively hid the blush, while her tail gently wagged behind her. ”Oh bother. As happy as the fish are to water.” She teased back, a soft, elegant giggle following soon after. Her ears flicked as the sounds of birds chirped near them ever so slightly, alert to the noises around them, but paying attention to the brute in front of her. Though trying to avoid it, Bailey founding herself skimming iver his body, looking at his slender but built body, as well as how the sunlight bounds off his black and white pelt. Seconds later, Bailey returned her soft, yet demeaning gaze to his aburn eyes.

•Ƈуρяυѕ
•Ƒємαℓє
•Aℓρнα Ƒєм.
•Ƭαggє∂: Loki

The big female was walking to her den when she was stopped by a beta. Turning her attention to the male, named Loki, she gave a soft smile. ”Go on Loki..” Cyprus said firmly, but a hint of softness as well. Turning on her haunches, the female sat down, her hackles relaxing and muscles returning to a relaxed state, though her ears forward in an attentive manner towards the beta.

[Luinarii37]

| Loki | Male | 3 | Beta | Tagged - Cyprus |

He continued to stand and let his tail restfully sway behind him. "The West and North territories are clear, I smelled a slight scent of a bear but it was a day old. I marked it for the epsilon patrol to keep an eye out for. There is wiff in the air of a large elk herd making its way into our southern border. I thought it might be a good opportunity to take a couple out for the pack. All ranks are keeping up to their duties and everything is running smoothly. Is there anything you need or would like me to do for you?" Loki explained carefully. He awaited his alpha's command and was prepared to follow it to the letter. He took his rank very seriously.

[carpe noctem.]

ＥＰＩＰＨＡＮＹ !!

meaning - a moment of sudden revelation
[ female. ] [ drifter. ] [ four. ] [ mentioned; none. ] [ tagged; open. ]

the silver pelt of the wolfess slunk beneath the lush overgrowth of the forest, letting the lush vegetation cover her in a way to camouflage her from any curious eyes. Her auditories—the left cone-shaped ear nicked and rather ragged looking compared to the other— were craned forwards, capturing any noise in their dished cones. She could hear the soft pitter-patter of the careless rabbit as it wandered about for food, not knowing it's fierce predator was doing the exact same. Of course, how could such a unequipped creature match the precision that this piece of machinery did? Yes, Epiphany had the blood of a wolf, yet it was not that that defined her as a predator. It was her mercilessness. It was the training she held, the training that taught her to slink in the shadows like an assassin, to track down wolves as though they were mere rabbits too.
As her fiery blue eyes locked onto the tawny pelt of the hare, the female's muscles tensed and she sprung, launching herself forwards with a snarl that split through the air like thunder. The rabbit had no time, only being able to widen its eyes with fear before ultimately facing its inevitable death that was secured as her fangs crushed its tiny windpipe. Lifting her head with her prize still locked in her now crimson-coated maw, Epiphany began to move forwards to find a secluded place to eat.

[capture.the.cause]

•𝕂𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕟
•𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕖
•𝔻𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕒
•𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕕: Khaleesi

”Oh but it’s the joy in having siblings ain’t it. Bid the thought adiue, for the day has only started so soon, for it to be torn down already.” The words left the brute’s mouth effortlessly, as his dancing eyes gleamed softly in hers. Sitting on his haunches, his tail curl softly around his feet, his muscles relaxed and tongue lollying still.

Taking in her words was like a dance, each letter prancing through his ears, made them flutter ever so slightly. Konan thought quickly of an answer, as he has never really thought of anything else when another wolf asked how his run was. ”Calm, quiet, though with a bit of a rush I might add. You should join me another time I run. It really helps to clear your thoughts.” He added the last part charmingly, he would love to be aquainted with her on a run.

•𝔅𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔢𝑦
•𝔉𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢
•𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝓩𝔢𝔩𝔱𝔞
•𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡: Khal

A tint of rosy pink hit her maw, and crossed her cheeks as he spoke the words. Bailey being the female she is, effectively hid the blush, while her tail gently wagged behind her. ”Oh bother. As happy as the fish are to water.” She teased back, a soft, elegant giggle following soon after. Her ears flicked as the sounds of birds chirped near them ever so slightly, alert to the noises around them, but paying attention to the brute in front of her. Though trying to avoid it, Bailey founding herself skimming iver his body, looking at his slender but built body, as well as how the sunlight bounds off his black and white pelt. Seconds later, Bailey returned her soft, yet demeaning gaze to his aburn eyes.

•Ƈуρяυѕ
•Ƒємαℓє
•Aℓρнα Ƒєм.
•Ƭαggє∂: Loki

The wind blew softly, making her pelt britsle in the breeze. The females silver eyes peered into the betas as he spoke, listening to each word. ”Hmm. Why don’t you get some hunters together, send them out to the southern border where the elk are, and run them further into our territory, where other hunters will prowl, taking them out. For the bear, if it is a day old, leave it be but have guards be watchful of it. As for you Loki, you may rest, or do as you please after you message the hunters and guards.” Cyprus spoke effortlessly, with a rather pleasing tone to her voice. Hearing about the bear worried her, but nonetheless, she showed no emotion of it on her, staying relaxed but focusing on Loki.

[Luinarii37]

| Loki | Male | 3 | Beta | Tagged - Cyprus |

Loki nodded with a slight bow. "Yes my alpha. I will get on that right away." He spoke before bounding off to search for the hunting group. Finding a couple he approached causing them to slightly bow their heads. "Don't, not to me. Only to the alpha." he corrected them. "There is an elk herd making its way into our southern territory. Gather a large group and split in two. Half of you lure the herd further into our territory, the other half take some out. Get as many as you think will sufficiently support the pack for a while. However don't take out too many or the meat will spoil before we have a chance to use it. Be wise with your hunting." he explained. After the wolves went on their way he found a sunny patch of grass near a rock and took a short rest. Curling his tail close to his body he surveyed his surroundings.

[capture.the.cause]

•𝕂𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕟
•𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕖
•𝔻𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕒
•𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕕: Khaleesi

”Oh but it’s the joy in having siblings ain’t it. Bid the thought adiue, for the day has only started so soon, for it to be torn down already.” The words left the brute’s mouth effortlessly, as his dancing eyes gleamed softly in hers. Sitting on his haunches, his tail curl softly around his feet, his muscles relaxed and tongue lollying still.

Taking in her words was like a dance, each letter prancing through his ears, made them flutter ever so slightly. Konan thought quickly of an answer, as he has never really thought of anything else when another wolf asked how his run was. ”Calm, quiet, though with a bit of a rush I might add. You should join me another time I run. It really helps to clear your thoughts.” He added the last part charmingly, he would love to be aquainted with her on a run.

•𝔅𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔢𝑦
•𝔉𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢
•𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝓩𝔢𝔩𝔱𝔞
•𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡: Khal

A tint of rosy pink hit her maw, and crossed her cheeks as he spoke the words. Bailey being the female she is, effectively hid the blush, while her tail gently wagged behind her. ”Oh bother. As happy as the fish are to water.” She teased back, a soft, elegant giggle following soon after. Her ears flicked as the sounds of birds chirped near them ever so slightly, alert to the noises around them, but paying attention to the brute in front of her. Though trying to avoid it, Bailey founding herself skimming iver his body, looking at his slender but built body, as well as how the sunlight bounds off his black and white pelt. Seconds later, Bailey returned her soft, yet demeaning gaze to his aburn eyes.

•Ƈуρяυѕ
•Ƒємαℓє
•Aℓρнα Ƒєм.
•Ƭαggє∂: Open!

After Loki had left, Cyprus had returned to walking to a flat rock. Climbing up to the rock, the female laid down and her muscles and haunches relax, placing her head on her paws, her ears perked forward to stay alert, but her body and hackles were relaxed.