7 Days 7 Deeds || Semi-Literate || Accepting

[firefly *]

Ɣ u l c a n

Vulcan nodded in agreement, Black Dawn seemed to be exceptionally exciting this year. Though it might be this way every time, but it never seemed to fail in adding a little spark into daily pack life. He held his smile, momentarily forgetting about hunting as he spoke. “ It seems like the whole pack is now. It's amazing it's already time for it again, the past few months seemed to fly by...”

His eyes lowered as he gazed at his deformed reflection in the unnaturally colored water. He watched the water drift over the rocks, and the small particles of the world floating by on its current. The distinctive scent of skunk reminded him of his hunting plans. He raised his head again, about to take his leave before Willow spoke. His voice gave away his delight to have a companion. “ I was planning on going this morning, actually.” He said, “of course you can come.”

The voice of an unknown fae reached his ears, he hadn't even noticed her. He scolded himself quietly for not paying more close attention to their surroundings. They could have been jumped if this wolf was planning on attacking them. He could tell the new wolf meant no harm by the way she spoke and her posture, and offered her a light smile. He didn't bother speaking, the white wolf was already trotting in the direction she had been pointed in. She was apparently planning on joining the pack...Wolves seem to be drawn here, he should know... He too was seemingly lured here by an unknown force. Shaking his mind clear, he avoided going back to far in his past. “Wonder if Arashi will allow her to join.” He said thoughfully, trying to break the silence that he had lapsed into.

Ɔ e r i

Ceri continued her dreaming for some time. The sun had crept its way into the sky and was now almost at its full potential. She swayed slightly, her mind traveling to her past. Her mother was there speaking kindly to her as she did when she was a pup. A sad smile pulled at the edges of her muzzle as more images flooded her.

The young she-wolf didn't even notice when Aurore sat beside her. Only when the wolf spoke did she come out of her dream like sate with a start. She quickly regained her poise as she took in her words thoughtfully. “No, nothing is the matter.” Her voice had a distant and dreamy tone to it, as if she was still asleep. The memories began to fade as she spoke. “I was simply thinking of my past.” She added softly, dipping her head slightly. Ceri paused momentarily as she realized she had not introduced herself properly to this particular wolf. “Hello. I'm Ceri, pleasure to meet you.” She said polietly, offering the wolf beside her a sheepish smile.

(Sorry if some of this doesn't make any sense, my brain is like...In sleep mode at the moment lol...)

[D e s t i n y D.]

Ｗｏｔａｉ

When he stood,he began to trot into the woods.Ears perked,tail near to curved slightly over his back.He was tempted to hunt.And,as soon as he caught a whiff of the few elk that lived near the area,he was off,sprinting.His red,pink tongue lolled out of his mouth as he sprinted,panting.Jumping on a stone that went through the river,and jumping clear to the other side, he was in a chase.When he came to the small herd,and locked eyes with a doe.Chasing the only back, or foals, would be un-coath. without stopping, he lunged off his powerful hind legs,and locked his teeth only the does neck,her shaking rapidly.The buck and the other elk were long gone, when Wotai dropped the doe.She had given a fight,and he howled strongly,with persistance in honor for her meat.
----------Back at Camp----------
Sitting the elk,still warm,on the pile,and barking for the alpha,as he needed to eat first. He stared at the carcass.She was well boned,very good news for Wotai

[rose;]

Willow pricked her ears, turning her head back to him, her eyes bright, revealing the excitement she held at him allowing her to come with. She rarely hunted with someone else, and when she did it was always a pleasure. "They have," she agreed. "The games always bring excitement... And heartbreak too..." She sighed, remembering a few wolves who had lost their lives...

"I don't see why he wouldn't, he let all of us join," she said, answering his question. She remembered the day she had shown up, half starved and skin and bones. He took her in and made her feel welcome. "Everyone who has come has no one else to go."

She flicked her ears back to listen hard, hearing a fish splash in the water downstream. "Will you be participating?" she asked curiously, turning her bright eyes back to him. She laughed lightly, ducking her head a bit shyly. "Sorry," she apologized. "Soon, you won't want me coming ong for all I talk. We can go if you want, you don't have to keep answering my questions."

[like a king.]

(( Ahh, the wonders of joining a besties RP. You rock, Desto! <3 But please excuse my fail form. I have no muse T.T ))



βαƨιcƨ--

ʋƨɛяиαмɛ ::
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иαмɛ ::
Coqueta
(Means "flirty" in Spanish. *wiggles eyebrows*)

иιcκиαмɛ ::
Cota, or TaTa

ɢɛи∂ɛя ::
Female

αɢɛ ::
Around four years of age


Ƥнʏƨιcαℓ Ғɛαтʋяɛƨ --

нɛιɢнт ::
29 inches

ωɛιɢнт ::
91 pounds

ɛʏɛ cσℓσя ::
Ice blue

ρɛℓт ::
TaTa's pelt is made up of brown, gray, white, black, and orange-ish all mashed together into one pretty mixture. Like all wolves, her fur starts as little hairs around her nose, then grows longer as it spreads across her body. But that's not what's so remotely interesting about her. This female's pelt is like silk, as soft as a cloud, but as warm as a heater. It's fluffy and smooth all in one, but as soft as a pup's own fur. Her coat is the big reason why she's such a great fighter; no one can feel it brushing up against them.

вʋιℓ∂ ::
A lean build, that TaTa has. Slim, yet muscular. Her fur actually makes her seem larger than she actually is, but never underestimate this fae's ability to fight.

∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ ::
Her soft pelt


Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --

cяʋƨн ::
Nobody, really

мαтɛ ::
She plans on not having a mate for a while

ғαмιℓʏ ::
Topeka-sister-dead
Chloe-mother-alive
Pueblo-father-dead

Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ ::
How can you describe TaTa? Three words:
Flirt and fight.

Their female's way of getting around is often sweet-talking males, which she is known for her ability to charm them. Yet, there is believed to be a sweetness and loyalty to her that only her closest friends and pack members get. That belief is true.

But in general, TaTa is a nice wolf. You can trust her with any secret, and there will be no telling or hints of it spreading throughout the forest. She will never leave a pack member hurt or crying because ... that's just not her. She respects the ranks higher above her, as well as those older than her young age.

Every wolf has it's weakness. If someone manages to pinpoint Coqueta's and use it against her, they will be hated by the fae for the rest of their lives. But many things can bring out the anger in this wolf. Mockery, stealing, getting too close in relationship, things like that. If anyone dares to make any of those movements, it's like a land mine, that they just stepped on.

Yet, TaTa is a female of equal amounts. If someone saves her life once, she owes them. If they do anything for her, she owes them.

нιƨтσяʏ ::
- Three years ago -
Like a bomb, they left.

Technically, that's not true. I left them. But they left in a way, so for a few days, I felt like a part of me had been ripped out and eaten.

I remember it all so clearly. We, just my sister and I, had been the only two to survive, but it only would have been three pups if my brother had lived. Topeka, my sister, was the shy one. The thinker. The "let's sit down and come up with a logical plan" one. I was the doer, the rusher, and the "hurry up, let's go" kind of pup. My mother an father were just like Topeka, so I never felt like I fit in. If my bother had lived, I bet he would be just like me.

It was a warm day; the sun high and clouds puffy. Topeka and I were a few months old at the time, still young, but old enough to eat solid food instead of my mother's warm milk. No one was listening to me as I yelled out "I'm bored!" again and again. So I tried it on my father, who's name was Pueblo. I crouched down, my rear end supported into the air by my hind legs while my front paws reached toward him in a playful gesture, then I barked sharply. "Come on, daddy! Let's play!" He looked up at me from his oh-so-interesting flower. "Not now, Co. I don't want to." And he looked back down at it. That's where I felt the first pulling towards the forest; my own father would pick a flower over me.

Then I tried to urge mom. I did the same thing as I did to Pueblo, flounced up to her first. But instead of bowing down into my greeting, I stared at her for what seemed to be a full give minutes. Then another. And another. After fifteen minutes, I decided that she was either deliberately ignoring me, or just didn't notice. The second pull to the trees was more noticeable as I thought, My mother — my mother! — is choosing a pile of dirt over me, her own daughter?"

My last shot was to Topeka, who was staring at the cumulus clouds. I marched up to her and threw my face into her line of vision. "Sis. Play with me." She blinked, seeming confused for a second, before trying to wiggle away from me and gaze at the sky. "No, TaTa. I don't want to."

The third pull grabbed my small body and trotted me towards the woods. I looked back at the edge of the small clearing. My beloved sister, watching the cotton-candy-like clouds as they slowly floated along. My father, intensely recording the features of a daisy into his mind. My mother, staring at a pile of dirt that contained many worms underneath it's surface.

They all became memory as I walked away.

ℓικɛƨ ::
• Her pack
• Swimming
• Having fun
• Friends

∂ιƨℓικɛƨ ::
• Mean wolves
• Her family
• Butterflies

ғɛαяƨ ::
• Bears
• Being forgotten (again...)

Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --

яαиκ ::
Fighter

σтнɛя ::
Is participating in Black Dawn.

βαƨιcƨ--

ʋƨɛяиαмɛ ::
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иαмɛ ::
Adonis

иιcκиαмɛ ::
Omega, or just Adonis

ɢɛи∂ɛя ::
Male

αɢɛ ::
Nearly 2 years old


Ƥнʏƨιcαℓ Ғɛαтʋяɛƨ --

нɛιɢнт ::
34 inches

ωɛιɢнт ::
89 pounds

ɛʏɛ cσℓσя ::
Dark brown

ρɛℓт ::
Adonis's fur coat is like a wave of brown, gray, black, and tan cascading over his body. His pelt is thick and full, but often matted and tangled with dirt, leaves, or twigs.

вʋιℓ∂ ::
A spindly little thing, that Adonis is. His build isn't very strong, but enough to keep him alive. As an Omega, this male doesn't eat very much. This can cost him lots of strength sometimes.

∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ ::
His long, sharp, cat-like claws.


Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --

cяʋƨн ::
Nobody

мαтɛ ::
Nobody

ғαмιℓʏ ::
Captain, father, dead.
Toshka, mother, dead.
Yuito, brother, dead.
Tyrl, sister, dead.


Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ ::
Adonis is anti-social lots of the time. Sure, he's the funny Omega that everybody loves, and yet, his smiles never reach his eyes, and his laughs never come from his heart. Maybe it's the way he looks so sad; with his tail drooping and ears leaning back all the time, but wolves usually steer clear of him.

Still, this Omega is a trustworthy one. If someone's in need of his help, he'll say, "I got your back." If anyone feels like they need to tell a secret, he's the one to tell. If there's a wolf out there that has to let every piece of anger out of them, Adonis is their's. Because really, he feels like he's already been through these things, but no one was there.

Those deadly claws of his have a meaning. Adonis is not known for his anger; which he seems to swallow every time it bubbles up. But he's that kind of wolf that if he happens to be mad, they better hope it's not at them.

нιƨтσяʏ ::
- One year ago -

Maybe if I had spoken up, I wouldn't have had to leave.

Being a part on the MacHearth pack was never easy; they were the worst pack known. They always scrounged for food, started up fights or wars, and were the trouble makers in the big "clan" of wolf packs.

Ceremonia, as they called it, was a big meeting for all the wolves of the MacHearths. They would come together and plan out reasons to start a turble, or war, against another pack, usually the ReMacara's. Wolves would toss around secrets and tease them up so they sounded impossibly true.

This ceremonia, they had no secrets, and yet one question settled in everyone's mind: Who killed the last bison? I knew. Trumunda, from the LaNemaste pack had slayed it with a few others who I could not name. Maybe if I had said that, I would have not been forced to leave.

"You knew!?" The thunderous roar of the Alpha seemed a thousand times loud pounding in my head. "All this time, you knew? Adonis, how dare you turn against your own pack!" I shrank back. Being humiliated before all the others was hurtful, but the Alpha had, minutes before, slain my entire family and left them lying, bloodied and dead, on the ground before me. "I now declare you swriped, forgotten, as a member of the MacHearths! Leave now, but if you come back, you will not be welcomed with open paws."

I scampered out, snapped and snarls still nipping at my heels as I ran for my life.

ℓικɛƨ ::
• Swimming
• Hunting (which he doesn't get to do much)
• Being funny
• Clouds

∂ιƨℓικɛƨ ::
• MacHearths
• Anyone mean
• Sleeping

ғɛαяƨ ::
• The MacHearth's Alpha
• Horses

Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --

яαиκ ::
Omega

σтнɛя ::
Will not be participating in Black Dawn.

[mantisboy9090]

Marock backed away a bit when she growled at him. 'Wow, she is very good at knowing what's going on' he thought to himself. he just stood his ground, not growling back for his respect towards females. He listened to what she had to say, but he didn't reply back. Then he noticed the male named Owl pad up to him, talking about his sister. ' I can see what you mean' he said in his thoughts. Then he noticed how Owl just nudged him. Was this male THAT open. That open to even nudge a total stranger? He wanted to growl at him for doing that, but then swallowed it in, just looking at him as he walked away. Either this male was fearless or he didn't know what he was doing. He was pretty lucky it was him he nudged. It could have been worse with another wolf. Marocks ears suddenly perked up when he heard the last male speak to him. He must have noticed his face expressions cause this male named Snake gave him a warning instead of a goodbye. It was like he was reading his mind. He just only looked at him. What was this male? What skills does he have that can get him to cause harm, especially to him. He didn't want to be all high and mighty but he was the fastest wolf he has ever known. He was able to get through tight spaces and swiftly avoid damage on him from other enemies. What made this wolf better? He grew curious of Snake, wondering what he could do, wanting to see his skill he somehow has to gain that much confidence. As soon as the three were gone, he got up and continued on. That confrontation was better than he expected it to be.


((-whipes sweat- man... alot of Big words I used. LOL!))

[.mischief managed.]

((YAAAAYYY, mah first post. I think i'll bring them all into the pack together. Would anyone like to have their characters interact? go straight ahead, i'm itching to RP with someone.))

StelMaria

The wind picked up, and blew a strong gust through the forest. It swept past bushes, and blasted a sudden breeze through a hollow fallen log, where a sleeping wolf was curled into a tight ball. It ruffled her fur, jolting her awake. The fae looked up, lip curled, expecting an attacker. Then, remembering where she was, relaxed.
She could see sunlight flittering in through the open end of the tree, and could hear birds chirping back and fourth. Above her, pawsteps thudded the roof of her temporary den. "StelMaria! Wake up."
Groaning, StelMaria shuffled out into the sunlight, squinting. Another voice joined the first. "Enough beauty sleep, you're ravishing already."
A russet pelt came into view, and StelMaria twitched her ears, blinking at Rowan. Nails clicked on wood, and the first wolf jumped down to stand beside Rowan. "Just another day of walking," she grumbled. "Don't get too exited."
Rowan Glared at the scrawny black fae. "Raven," he warned.
These were her companions- two siblings, exiles from another pack- that she had chosen to travel with. All three were looking for someplace to stay. StelMaria had found the two wolves when she thought she had found a good den under the roots of an oak tree, only it was already occupied.
They had already run into another pack, but were chased off before they could explain themselves. Now they were in this part of the woods, and it reeked of yet another pack, although no one had seen anywolf walking about just yet.


Raven

Raven held her tongue at her brother's warning to avoid a rude comment. She only stared back.
"Lets just get to moving," she said hoarsely. Lowering her head, she took a sniff at the ground, then at the surrounding air. The wind carried a strong scent of wolf. Perhaps this pack would not chase them off. She looked over at her brother. "Maybe we should just howl. Let them know we're here. Somewolf ought to come looking to see who the trespassers are. That is, if they can't already smell us." With a sniff, she added, "Besides, I'm tired of hunting out a place to live. My feet are sore."
She took several steps, limping dramatically.


Rowan

Rowan looked back and fourth between the two faes. StelMaria only looked to him for an answer. She did not make an objection to his sister's proposal. Looking around, he thought. She was right. If they didn't make it clear that they were looking to be found, they could be seen as intruders rather than travelers or loners. Rowan looked at Raven, frowning at her exaggeration of being injured. "Have at it then." He twitched his ears. Without hesitation, she threw her head back, the howl escaping her parted lips in a long, low cry. She kept going until her breath was out, then all three of them fell silent, listening for any sort of response.

[rose;]

||| ... anyone care to join? It's a bit color lacking, and still a WIP, but reservations are open. Plot is up but forms are not... It's a wolves with powers RP, an interesting plot by my standards xD -
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[houndjaw]

{Not gonna be able to get on tomorrow, possible the next day. c:}

[Alpha*]

(Sorry guys been busy, Major Recap?)

[mantisboy9090]

Alpha:

Marock backed away a bit when she growled at him. 'Wow, she is very good at knowing what's going on' he thought to himself. he just stood his ground, not growling back for his respect towards females. He listened to what she had to say, but he didn't reply back. Then he noticed the male named Owl pad up to him, talking about his sister. ' I can see what you mean' he said in his thoughts. Then he noticed how Owl just nudged him. Was this male THAT open. That open to even nudge a total stranger? He wanted to growl at him for doing that, but then swallowed it in, just looking at him as he walked away. Either this male was fearless or he didn't know what he was doing. He was pretty lucky it was him he nudged. It could have been worse with another wolf. Marocks ears suddenly perked up when he heard the last male speak to him. He must have noticed his face expressions cause this male named Snake gave him a warning instead of a goodbye. It was like he was reading his mind. He just only looked at him. What was this male? What skills does he have that can get him to cause harm, especially to him. He didn't want to be all high and mighty but he was the fastest wolf he has ever known. He was able to get through tight spaces and swiftly avoid damage on him from other enemies. What made this wolf better? He grew curious of Snake, wondering what he could do, wanting to see his skill he somehow has to gain that much confidence. As soon as the three were gone, he got up and continued on. That confrontation was better than he expected it to be.


((-whipes sweat- man... alot of Big words I used. LOL!))