Tне wolves of Mасеdon моunтаin ￃ In need of new мeмвers ￃ

[PLEASE-DELETE!]

Meh! This sounds awesome XD

[candor.]

((I'm on, but I'll only be on for maybe an other hour or so))

[chagrin]

[Yay!! -drum roll- and the roleplay begins ]

[chagrin]

The fae opened her eyes as a cold breeze entered her den. The hair on her back prickled, sending chills down her body. She found herself laying in her den, the bedding carried away by the always flowing wind. She looked around the cold den, the smell of damp earth and wet grass dominated. She squinted her eyes shifting her gaze toward the opening in the ceiling, trying to adjust to the light. She shook her head and slowly staggered up on her four paws, and yawned, stretching for how long she might be. Her bushy tail, flicked in swift movements, trying to chase of the cold. She shook his pelt, something that she has learned from her father, and without any further delay, she poked her head out from the entering of the den, blinking multiple times adjusting to the light outside. She then pushed herself out, swiftly adjusting to the narrow exit as he slid past. She sat down right besides the enter of her den, as if she was waiting for someone to enter it. She gently rapped her tail around her large paws, and threw back her head yawning once again, her pearl white fangs blistering in the sunshine.

[eclaire-]

{{Im here}}

[chagrin]

[Yay! ]

[||| BlackRain |||]

[[ Sorry it's taking so long for me to complete my form, Ill work on it now ^.^ ]]

[chagrin]

[It's okay. I understand if you have more important stuff to tend to ]

[apathy,]

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
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Can't you see that you're smothering me,
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you.
Every step that I take is another mistake to you.
And every second I waste is more than I can take.

Ĵ α ɢ ɢ ɛ я
♥ || No Crush, no Mate!

Her pelt, was scarred, ruined, never to be the same. Her body, to describe her, is basically a walking zombie. Her left ear is missing, her tail is missing, a long scar goes down from her left ear, across her right eye, and down to her noes. The female has a large gash on the side of her left leg, many, many scars on her body, the worst are on her stomach, she will never roll over, to show your stronger, more dominant, this is for her. She is much rougher than she looks, she has the long legs of a maned wolf, and the muscular body like a brute, Timber/Grey Wolf. I wouldn't mess with her, she is the only female in many generations, she has all the muscular features as a brute...

Her paws leaving foot prints in the soft dirt, her pelt was slightly blowing, blocking out the battle scars on her. A small yelp came from behind her, she spun around seeing Markers' paw stuck in a tree root. Jags! Help! The young brute whimpered, she made her way over and pushed him backwards, letting him get free. Now, stop following me, or i will tell alpha. Markers whimpered, running back to camp. Jags snorted, soon going down to the lake and drinking water, her eyes skimmed the area, making sure nothing was out of place, or for if there was food.

[chagrin]

Kichwa
The fae's gaze landed on the sight that unfolded in front of her. Her camp, her pack, her home. A smile tingled at the tip of her lips, toying with her. Her ears were erected upwards, her tail tucked neatly around her paws. She stood straight up, watching in front of her, her gaze not lowering for a split of a second. The occasional blinks, to shield her amber eyes from the sun rays were the only movement of her muscles. The hard, cold rock she was standing on began to warm up with the Sun's first rays.She was there on that place, with body, mind and soul. In the dead silence that took over the valley, in the silence that ruled over the surveying position she attained, she was able to hear her own heart beat. The steady rythm the only sound that touched her ears.[Low on muse at the moment]