||The Wolves of Twilit||{Literate RP}{Closing Down}

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(lol yeah sorry blueeyedkite! i feel really extremely bad now!! I just didnt want holli to be stressed! hehehe...lets go with thatt...anyway, Holli, can i make another charrie? *puppy dog eyes* Pwease!?)

[BlueEyedKite]

OOC:

No problem ^-^ I wasn't offended at all, I mean I did slip up -sheepish smile- Thanks for accepting me! You can call me Kite :3

I'm gonna work on their first posts now, I'm a slow typer so don't mind me. (even if we're not role playing now I'd rather get started on my first post since I'm so slow ._. ) -types away-

[Smamm]

((Yesh, lol. It's too confusing to try and memorize where every wolf is, and too rediculous to have to go look it up all the time. And of course you can Angel! You only have 1! lol. Your allowed to have three. ^___^))

Socks ;; Servatis ;; Alpha Male

Socks woke to the sunshine that glowed in the corner of his den. The morning light wasn't overwhelming, but was simply enough to stir the Alpha awake as his eyes blinked open slowly. He kept his head on his paws, stifling a yawn as he looked around the rest of his dark, shadowy den. It was an odd structure that was more like a tunnel; but that tunnel led to a stony clearing underneath the earth where Socks found himself every morning. He groggily lifted his head and perked his ears, listening for any sounds that were being made in Servatis camp. Socks was definitely not the first awake, he concluded as sounds of paw steps and mumbles swirled around him. Letting out a sigh, Socks heaved himself from the ground, and stretched; his paws reaching out in front of him while his hind paws stayed planted firmly on the stone floor, causing his back to arch and crack. He moaned tiredly, shaking himself off before letting his paws drag him toward the light.

The brightness of the morning sun greeted Sock's eyes harshly, forcing him to squint and flinch from the surprisingly bright rays. He shook his head in attempt to wake himself; but he was sure that the sun had done that for him. He looked around the clearing at his pack; wolves stirring and chattering, and even others returning with prey! He took a contempt, deep breath in pride in his pack, that they were already bustling around and ready for the day that Socks had planned out. Then he remembered what was planned, and he physically felt himself darken. He knew this could be a possibly dangerous event that he had concluded to, but there was no other option. Servatis had been having troubles with Maleficum lately; ranging from border scuffles to food stealing. They thought just because they were the strongest pack, the pack with most males, that they could just plunder all over the other packs. Well, Socks was not going to let that happen. Maleficum may have the bronze, but Servatis had the brains; and everyone knows its brains over bronze.

Socks snorted as he spotted his Betess, Stella. Socks felt as if some of the weight could be lifted off his shoulders with her agreement, so without hesitation Socks padded over to the female. He sat next to her and tilted his head as he noticed she seemed to be aggravated. A chirp sliced through the air, and Socks whipped his head around to notice a bird perched on a low branch at a small tree that sat not far from their camp. Socks turned back to Stella, amused that she was becoming so irritated with the meager creature of mostly feathers. "Good morning," he started, pausing for a moment to laugh lightly. "Having some trouble this morning?" he asked, slightly teasing as he noticed Reload from the corner of his eye. He turned his head to look at her more clearly, and signaled with his head for her to join the two of them. Reload was the Shaman, and he wanted to make sure she was prepared for any injury that may result from an invasion on Maleficum territory...



Maple ;; Celia ;; Scout

Maple lay in a thin bank of snow, taking a relaxing break to enjoy the scenery around her. It was what little snow was left from winter; the weather was warming up so now snow was scarce, and Maple was intent on enjoying what much more she could of the cool flakes. She lay in one of the patches of forest that Celia had within its borders; which wasn't much recently. Maple looked over the wide, seemingly endless stretch of moor that lay before her, and further down would lead into Servatis pack lands. The poor pack had such scare land; tons of moor, huge splotches of water, and little forest. She truly felt sorry for them, but knew where her loyalties lied.

Maple laid her head on her paws, letting out a deep shrug, and letting the lids of her eyes softly close in relaxation. Of course, she hadn't had more than five minutes of silence before she had smelled the loner that now plundered past Maple. The loner didn't seem to be hostile at the moment, but the smell of recently killed flesh stung her nose. She knew she couldn't allow the loner to stay unless her father decided to offer her a spot in Celia ranks, but that was unlikely. Loners joining packs was frowned upon through the packs, but Maple honestly didn't see the difference between them and her. She shrugged, standing to her paws and sniffing out the kill that she assumed the loner had made on her territory.

She found the loner crouched over a rabbit, eating hungrily, and Maples eyes softened in sadness with having to chase the loner away. "What are you doing on Celia pack lands?' she questioned the female, taking a seat with her eyes glued to the loner. She had to be on edge; for you never knew when a wolf would go off...

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(ok im gonna go make another charrie! Hehe Angel...I luvs her! gonna post as soon as i fill out that form!)

[~Wolf Chick~]

Jenna - Celia - Hunter

The young she-wolf slowly opened her heavy eyes and blinked a couple of times to get the irritating sleep away from her hazel eyes. Jenna slowly lifted her head , her eyes half open and raised her rump, stretching her front paws forward in the traditional dog-like stretching position. She clambered up to her paws until she was stood sturdly on all four and let out a long, echoey yawn as the sound bounced of her den walls. She opened her eyes again after her yawn, this time they were fully open with no sleep in them.

Jenna calmly padded out of her den entrance and ducked her head so it didn't hit of the den roof as she made her exit. She glanced around to see the rest of the pack either wandering around or still sitting in their dens, sleeping. She took a few paces forward, still surveying the camp site. She looked back down at her paws as she saw nothing that interesting going on just yet. She took a few pawsteps to the left of the den entrance and sat down on her haunches. Her stomach wasn't rumbling just yet so she knew it wasn't time to go hunting at the moment but she would have to go in a few hours otherwise the rest of the pack would get hungry.

(Is this enough? Please tell me if I need to write more ^^)

[BlueEyedKite]

Hazel (Haze) ;; Servatis ;; Warrior

There was little refuge from the morning sun that stretched out over the Servatis camp. Rays basked across the female’s dappled coat of mixed gray and black strands with the occasional sand splashes along her outermost limbs. The warrior she-wolf sat perched on a cliff that jutted out from an embankment. A few rocks crumbled down as she shifted her paws to lean farther out to see more across the openness of the Servatis land. Her honey brown eyes were searching for any tell-tale signs of danger such as the rustle of a bush or the scare of birds roosting in the trees in the distance. Although only two years of age, Haze took her position as warrior very seriously. She had only slept half the night and even then her ears twitched to any movement which would make the brown-eyed wolf startle awake and look around before falling back into a light sleep. Her stomach growled, reminding the stubborn warrior that she had yet to have her breakfast.

Haze took a last sweep of the area, making sure everything was just right as it should be before she tensed the muscles in her legs and leapt down from the ledge. Any other frightened she-wolf would have hugged the wall of the cliff and wandered down slowly but Hazel fearless jumped the couple feet to the ground. Dirt matted patches of her coat from lack of grooming, yet the sunlight created an illusion of a softer appearance. Haze let her gaze wander the camp as her claws clicked on the ground, she didn’t see the Lead Warrior, Thunder (probably off on a patrol) so the female headed towards higher leadership—the dark brown alpha Socks and the beta female Stella.

“The area seems secure, no activity last night on my watch,” Hazel addressed both in her feminine voice, pausing a respectable distance away from the higher ranking wolves as she tipped her muzzle down in a bow to Socks and Stella.” I'd like to be relieved to hunt, just going to grab a quick bite to eat before I go patrol.” Her tail swished idly as her brown eyes drifted from the beta female to the Alpha male’s amber eyes. The corners of her mouth turned up in a grin as she lowered to sit.” Sleep well?”

Liam ;; Celia ;; Hunter

Silent paws moved over soft ground and leftover ash from a long ago eruption of the Celia pack’s volcano. A dark brown male wolf, the color of petrified wood, weaved through the trees along the base of the volcano. Two light brown hares hung from his jaws as he edged his way around the rim of the inclined woods. Liam had been hunting on his own since dawn, not wanting to face the early morning activity of the pack. He’d been forced to bury a raven since he could only fit the two hares in his jaws. If he meant to be efficient in his hunting, take down larger prey, he’d need the support of another hunter. Fear tickled his spine as he made his way closer to camp, the golden-eyed male had a slight phobia of other wolves. His silent nature made it hard for him to relate with other sociable wolves, being a hunter allowed him to go for hours on end into Celia lands and not have to interact with packmates unless on a big hunt.

As he stepped into the Celia camp, his bright yellow eyes swept nervously around the area to make sure he was slipping in unnoticed. He padded to a rain-worn stone where kills could be left for others. He slowly dropped the two dead hares, Liam stood apprehensively beside them before stepped back and sitting in the shade. He intended to remain unnoticed in the shadows until summoned.

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Username: Angelkid3422
Name: Angel
Age: 2 years
Gender: Female
Description: Angel is a plain white wolf, with a black tipped tail. She has blue-ish brown eyes.(Words and pictures)
History: Angel has led a pretty average life. Nothing out of the usual; just a boring lifestyle. She is a skilled hunter and fighter, which probably comes from being left alone most of the time. (Not optinal, and no TBRPed)
Personality:Words to describe Angel would be: loving, kind, sociable, flirty, funny, determined, but has a short temper. she loves to cause trouble. she is very clever and stealthy when needed. mostly calm and is a risk taker, she will save anyone in her pack.
Rank: Warrior
Pack:Servatis
Crush/Mate: available
Offspring?: none (only if you are an alpha, holy blood, or beta)
Other: none, yet.

(Sorry this took FOREVER! my brother got his cast off today, and he wanted me to go swimming with him, so i basically had to. again, sorry!!!)

[Twix :3]

(sorry i put up the wrong pic!! hehe im stupid.)

[Smamm]

((Accepted))

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(Thanksssss! )