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[rogan]

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xxIcarus' tails twitched against the warmth of the sun as it crept underneath the lip of the cave.

xxAfter the rise of the sun that morning, and a brief scouting prior to any hunting mission he would be subjected to later that day, Icarus had turned himself back to the cooling comfort of the den. His eyes watched over the rest of the pack, watching as they came and went as the wind did that day. They were wrapped up in their own worlds, and much to his surprise this included Dagfinn.

xxThere was something happening with Dagfinn past the stoic exterior he often put out. He had become elusive, straying more on the outskirts unless it was otherwise necessary. It was a flip from what Icarus knew of him. No longer did he appear to be the brave alpha that had been previously appointed. He was able to note that this was something that came and went, sure, but nonetheless it was something familiar It was eerie, and it filled Icarus with a sense of discomfort that he hadn't before experienced.

xxHow would the pack make it with an alpha that was becoming as undone as a pack of terrified pups?

xxHis head snapped up off of their resting space over his front paws, eyes widening at the lily-white male that had approached him. For a moment, he blinked, taking his time to slowly rise up to sit before him rather than his laying position. Icarus stretched, ears flicking back against his head before finally twitching forward.

xx"Hello," he breathed, licking his mouth slightly and twisting his tails around his side. With a short huff, and a twitch of his ears, he dropped his head to the side and peered over at Ire, eyes observing him closely before he met his pale eyes. "It's been quiet. With the... joys... of the pack occupied, there's not much entertainment," his lips twitched, and he peered off behind Ire at the few conversing wolves beyond his shoulder. He shook his head, a simple gesture after his eyes had fluttered towards Dagfinn perched outside of his den silently, and turned to glance back towards Ire.

xxSlowly, Icarus swiped his tongue over his lips. "How's yours been?" he asked, almost as if it were a default; a comment that was hardly spoken from his own mouth without a prompt. He licked over his lips again, ears twitching as he awaited a response.




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[Spiritstar3]

Ire- m- 4 y- Guardian- light vanilla like scent- Accelerated Healing- homosexual- crush: Icarus, Saphir a bit- mate: open- pups: would like to adopt- was adopted by a kind she wolf named Nana- had/has adoptive siblings- Tags: Icarus

The blue eyed, pink nosed white wolf flicked his tail back and forth a couple times. The pink areas were easier to see when it was sunny. Not that he was thinking about that. He never really thought about the color of his fur, or the pink areas. Some wolves had made fun of him or acted disgusted when he was a pup…Those had been other pups though. They’d all grown up, and no-wolf really treated him that way anymore. He shook his head a couple times as he thought of that…then pushed it away.

His eyes drifted towards the alpha den, where he knew Dagfinn was at. He didn’t think he saw Elizabeth over there, but maybe he was. He didn’t look at the den for very long, anyway. He was soon turning back towards the cave looking area Ire was in. He tilted his head as he stared at the cave a moment…He then shook his head, as if he’d been staring because he’d gotten lost in thought. He saw Ire under there, and the others eyed had widened. He tilted his head, wondering if he’d somehow startled him.

His ears splayed a moment, not shy but as if he were feeling uncertain. He then shook his head, again, and untilted his head. His ears went back to a non splayed position. They weren’t perked up, yet, or even rammed forward in alert, they were just in a relaxed sort of position. When Icarus spoke, though, then Ire’s ears perked. Moving towards where the sound was coming from: Icarus. He nodded at the other, saying “Y…Yeah, hello.” He then noticed how the other male had dropped his head to the side to observe him.

He watched the other peer off behind him (Ire). Ire turned around to look, seeing some of the others that were around and conversing. He then glanced towards where Dagfinn was. He tilted his head as he observed the alpha, then shook his own head, as Icarus had done. He watched the other swipe his tongue over his lips. He said “It’s been…alright, I guess. I mean, I just woke up, so who knows what today will bring. I slept fine though, but…I’ve always had problems sleeping, so I woke up a couple times.”

Nighthawk- f- 4 y- Scout- soft sweet floral scent- horns (medium sized black)- bi- crush: Arlowe- mate: open- pups: wants some pups one day- had an adoptive father but doesn’t actually remember his name now- Tags

The fierce, when needed, loyal, loving, lovable and social she wolf yawned a bit. Twitching her ears as she lifted her head. Her tail flicked back and forth gently a couple times. She then stopped it from doing that, and let her eyes wander the area. The good an just, focused and serious, but silly and willful and withdrawn one sighed. She didn’t see any others yet. She glanced back towards the dens a moment. She’d been in one such den herself, until she’d decided to get up from her nest and go out.

The passionate, intelligent dreamer glanced around again. She saw Arcturus, then she glanced over to see Ire exiting a den. She nodded towards the male. He didn’t really do much, didn’t truly look at her, so she wondered if he’d even noticed her. The sometimes shy and nervous, sometimes wild and loud one sighed again. It wasn’t like she cared too much, though. The slender black phase wolf would like to be his friend. He seemed distracted at the moment, maybe searching for Icarus or Saphir.

She didn’t know, she’d never paid much attention to that. All the white toed she wolf knew was he seemed close to Arlowe. Arlowe…her crush, such a handsome wolf. She wanted to tell the male, but every time she thought she could, she’d get hit by nerves.

She let golden eyes glance about again. Looking for Arlowe and shoving away the thoughts of how she could never seem to tell him…She wondered if he could deal with the fact she bottled things up and didn’t always listen. Shaking her head, she shoved thoughts away once more.

[Queen of flames]

Espada - female healer apprentice - crush is Diablo a bit - Bioelectric charge - tags: Jasmin, open

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She thought for a moment as she was listening watching her mentor a bit "I did sleep very well, thank you" she said to her then flicked her tail a bit as she was thinking something. She looked up to the sky a bit when the older wold mentioned d the beautiful day "Yes it sure is a beautiful day...kind of shame to waste it inside the camp..." she said little mysterious tune. She looked at her for a short time "Hmm, is there anything we could need to collect? Anything which could be a reason for us to go out to this camp for a bit...I am dying to get to the woods to have a walk, it could be cool, maybe we could do that if you don't have anything else to do?" she spoke up to them. She flicked her ears a bit as she remembered her other plans and looked around a bit toward the fresh kill pile "Oh by the way, I was thinking of taking breakfast...want anything?" she asked her then looked at her paws a bit embarrassed "there is not many, only a rabbit I think, and some big birds" she kept speaking to her.

Kaientai - male hunter - crush on Arcturus - psychic abilities - tags: open

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The young hunter rolled around the small grassy bed near the camp clearing, not knowing why was there a pile of grass there, but the place was soft and he enjoyed just rolling around at it. Shaking her dark russet pelt which was now covered with grass and earth, her eyes looked over the camp as more wolves seemed to get up and ready for the day, no patrols were up yet as he didn't see or hear any of the high ranking wolves say anything actually he was not even seen the alphas, Elizabeth or Dagfinn, even Equinox the beta female was not out yet, or maybe they left the camp before he got out of the hunter's den. He wondered a bit but shook his head then as he looked over to the beta male Arcturus the handsome black wolf talking with Nilari the guardian. He narrowed his eyes a bit then shook his head, he didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was a little bit jealous of the good tension between the two dark wolves back there and he was even a little jealous of Equinox to rule the pack as a beta alongside Arcturus. He hated to feel that way and always blamed himself for being too weak to even let his mind think that way, it was not his decision what the others did. Even if he had the skills to manipulate and maybe even read others' minds, he tried his everything not to do that, he didn't want to risk getting overpowered by his own powers and likely harm those around him.

He sighed a bit getting down to his belly to the grassy, now very messy spot, and landed his head to his front paws. His eyes watched the other wolves doing their own things and waiting for any orders to be made, for him to move for the daily tasks.

Saphir - male scout - crush is open - Antlers - tags: open

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A large gray-silver wolf male left his den, yes it was his den, he didn't sleep in the same den with others, instead, he was made a little den near the bigger dens. The reason was that he was always a restless sleeper, he kicked and rolled around as he slept, and with sharp antlers on his forehead moved like those could be dangerous for anyone near him especially if he was sleeping and was not completely unaware of his movements or surroundings. He learned the danger of his antlers at a very young age when he accidentally stapped his own mother during his sleep when he was still a pup. It was not a bad injury, but after that, he was afraid to sleep near others, even as an adolescent he slept far from others and didn't let anyone sleep near him. Many nights he slept outside of the dens, to be sure anyone was near him, at warm nights it was not a problem, but on cold nights it sure was difficult to sleep outside, that's when he decided to make himself a small den there, only to himself to sleep at.

He sat there near the entrance and looked for anything to happen or anyone to give him something to do. He could be scouting the lands, but then again he needed to make sure the pack knew where he was as the lands they were living in were not the safest ones, there were plenty of dangerous places even for mutated wolves.

Reaper - female pup sitter - crush is open - tail weaponry - tags: open

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She entered the nursery's entrance, as the pup sitters did stay in the same den with mothers and their pups. She sighed a bit as she looked around the still somewhat calm camp. Her ears perked back and forth to the nursery as she could hear some of the pup's faint conversations, which gave her a little odd little anxious feeling. From a young age she wanted to find a mate, and have her own little family as an adolescent she thought that could be easy, the right male just walked her way and that's it. She was four years old at the moment and none of those dreams has not come true and a little bit she felt that maybe that's something she was not able to have.

Sighing a bit she let her long black tail over her paws that tail felt like a normal furry tail, which was a little longer than a normal wolf tail. It could be used as a safe pup's toy as it could not hurt anyone if she didn't use it to hurt. The speed and strength of the movements make the tail a dangerous weapon as it could easily cut things down, or she could even strangle or toss into the air. Of course, even she had her limits, smaller wolves or somewhat near her weight could be easy targets, but larger than she was, her tail could not do much.

Lazzaros - male omega - crush is Cylas - Venomous fangs - tags: open

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The young golden omega watched around the camp from a safe distance. He didn't want to walk into anyone or give them a reason to go to him. There were always those who wanted to blame him for any misfortunes they had in their lives, which he had nothing to do with. He also knew he could do some workings as an omega, likely give some prey to the mothers, pups, and elders, and ask if he could clear their dens, but he had a problem, which made him not do those if he really did not need to. He didn't take those things because he didn't want to, but as he was afraid of them, he could need to crap things by his mouth, with those venomous fangs he had, which could kill an adult wolf in a very painful way. He looked around his eyes turning to Safir there a bit, hoping he also could have those horns or antlers, then he could use them to move things without using his fangs and accidentally maybe poisoning someone.

He looked at the ground under his paws, pawing the dirt a bit, wondering what is his purpose in this pack. He could not help anyone, he could not do anything, and he was only good at killing others by accident, which he was not done yet, but there were very close calls.

[Nyverria]

Nilari
〖Female〗〖Guardian〗〖4 y〗
〖Psychic Influence〗
〖Tags: Arcturus〗

Nilari listened closely as Arcturus spoke to her, addressing to her that she had no idea who he was. Which peaked her interest slightly as she watched the male. While he spoke to her once more, she did realize that she didn't have a lot to go on.

How would the Alpha take her warning? Would they even believe her? After all, she did inherite the same ability as Arcturus. For all she knew... they would suspect her as well. The more Nilari thought about it, the more confused she became.

All these thoughts of her pack turning on her. The wolves that grew up beside her. Would they turn on her as well. The female knew that there was a chance she would. After all, she spent more time consumed with training than making friends within her pack. She was alone.

Arcturus' words echoed in her ears. A chill ran down her spine as he approached her and spoke to her. Her amber gaze followed the male as he brushed past her side, circling the crystal that would've killed him. The guardian listened carefully as the Beta spoke once more before joining her side again. His words this time made half sense in her mind.

Nilari's amber gaze narrowed for a split second before returning neutral once more. The female was half a year older than this male and she was born within the pack. True, yes, he has worked his way up in ranks but he was an outsider compared to her. This is something that Nilari would keep in the back of her mind... for now, she decided to play along

His next few words were however true... her temper was dangerous and it could be her downfall. Her ears flattened as he spoke about how she would be abandoned by her pack unless she fixed her ways. That's when her attention turned towards Arcturus, a way to control her abilities. The thought itself was very tempting indeed.

Nilari's eyes locked his his briefly as she watched him sit before her as offered her a way out of the treason she had committed along with teaching her what he knew. Once again her heart took over, and a slight sigh escaped her maw. "I humbly accept your offer, Arcturus. " Nilari said calmly as she studied the male's figure. She took notice of his shoulder dripping blood from the raven along with his exhaustion. The she-wolf stood up and began to walk past the beta before stopping hear his injured shoulder. "I also apologize for my outburst as well. I hope you can forgive me. " Nilari spoke with a calm tone hinted with a slight care in her words.

She had leaned over to lick away what blood was oozing from Arcturus' shoulder before she began making her way back towards the den. This was a tear between mind and soul. On one side, she cared for him but on the other... her game had begun.

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A lie, after all, is only a lie if one refuses to believe it.

Arcturus had spent a lifetime assembling himself from fragments, stitching a semblance of grandeur from the tattered cloth of being a second son. A spare heir, an afterthought—his inheritance was neither strength nor legacy, but the delicate art of becoming whatever was required. And so he had become everything: the trusted Beta, the cunning confidant, the shadow in the doorway. If there was hunger in him, it was only the hunger to be seen, to be necessary, to be wanted.

And yet, when she spoke—“I humbly accept your offer, Arcturus.”—something in him twisted, not in triumph, nor in satisfaction, but in something else entirely, something nameless and curiously unendurable. He had won, had he not? She had folded, accepted his generosity with the requisite gratitude. Then why did his victory taste of ash?

Perhaps it was because she had looked at him. Really looked.

When Nilari’s gaze traced the gaunt slope of his slender body, lingered upon the dried blood upon his shoulder, the exhaustion like a heavy weight upon his frame—what had she seen then? Not pity. No, he would have known. He would have torn her throat out for it. Something warmer.

Something worse.

He felt it before he understood it—the pause, the barest hesitation, and then the deliberate press of her tongue against his shoulder, tracing the place where his blood clung to his skin.

His breath hitched. The world, lurched. He had been touched before, claws dragging through fur, fangs closing against his scruff, bodies passing too close in the den. But never something so quiet, so gentle. Affection had never been given this innocently. Not to him. Not to Arcturus..

That was what unsettled him most. She had touched him. She had touched him. And Arcturus, for all his cleverness, all his pride, had let her.

Nilari had stepped too close to something he had never named. And yet it was not love. It was not even friendship. It was a curiosity, an interest that gnawed at his certainty. She was strong in ways he was not—raw, untempered by the necessary art of deceit. And yet, how simple it had been to unravel her, to press against the right place and watch her collapse into his hands. That should have satisfied him. That should have been enough. But it wasn’t…

Once, perhaps, he could have been like her, all sympathy and confused morality, tangled between righteousness and ruin. But he had seen what such things wrought. His mother, for instance, had been such a victim—a fae who had loved too deeply and suffered for it, who had clung to the foolish hope that goodness would beget goodness. She had died screaming to his father, her kindness pooling out of her in dark rivulets, her body left to rot in a place where even the earth forgot her name. And for what? What had she gained? Nothing. He had stood over her body that day, looking down at the wolf who had once cradled him, who had sung to him when he was small, and he had felt only fear. Not sorrow. Not even rage. Only the terrible certainty that to be forgotten was to be erased. And he would not be erased.

Blinking clear, Arcturus exhaled, slow and deliberate, watching Nilari disappear into the treeline. He knew he would be able to train her, sharpen her into something remarkable. And when the time came, he would cash in his favor, and she would not hesitate. Yes. That was how it would go.

But why had, his tail twitched when she had touched him. He physically reacted from it. His skin still warm from the ghost of her breath, and for the first time, he did not know if he had lied to himself well enough to believe it.

Despite the emotion, the weight of old ghosts pressing into his chest, all caused by their conflict. Of what he had learnt about her, and what she had done to him. The only thing he could bring himself to say was, "Come to me in a few days' time. Your first lesson begins then." He did not look at her as he said it. He did not wait to see if she would hesitate. He simply let her disappear into the darkness.

He remained there for some time, fangs gritted against themselves, staring at the space she had left behind. His body ached—weak, he thought bitterly, this fragile thing, this wretched frame of his. He should have been stronger. Should have been able to throw her off, to remind her what he was.




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[Nyverria]

Nilari
〖Female〗〖Guardian〗〖4 y〗
〖Psychic Influence〗
〖Tags: Arcturus, Open〗

"Come to me in a few days' time. Your first lesson begins then." — had reached the she-wolf's ears as she walked away from the fragile body that sat behind her. The fae had stopped in her tracks just a few steps within the tree line, bold amber orbs peering from the shadows locking onto the male. A soft gaze for a moment then flickered to a more deceitful glare as she turned and kept walking without replying to Arcturus. She had only caught a small glimpse of his posture only to see how weak he was from the previous events that had happened between the two. Thought raced through Nilari's mind of what had happened between her and the Beta.

The forest was still the same as it was when the two shapes had first entered now just one. The sun was at it's highest peak, casting it's light through the forest leaves leaving splotches of sunlight on the ground. There was a crisp breeze that caused the she-wolf's charcoal pelt to sway as she continued back to the dens. Nilari was a lot easier to spot now that she was given away by the sunlight, however she did not mind at all. She was a guardian and nothing more, there were specific wolves to do the hunting. Were they even out to fulfill their role? Only time would tell when she returned.

Fangs flashed into Nilari's mind, seeing the grey fur and obsidian horns once more, the taste of blood but this time not hers. She had almost forgotten that she had licked Arcturus' wound, of course she was tasting his dried blood but why the flash backs of her brother? Perhaps it was from the Beta peering into her mind? Or was it him guilt tripping Nilari that it was her fault for the murder? Amber eyes narrowed as she began to stare into space seeing the visions of what had happened.

—"you’ve got something to hide."— a faint voice rang in her head, familiar like Arcturus, however it was what he had said before. —"Wouldn’t you agree… Guardian?"— another voice followed, this was something the fae did from time to time. Analyzing everything that had happened in the past to make out what the true intentions were. Or maybe... she's just overthinking it? Right? Green eyes flashed into her mind, they were cunning, clever and calculated. It made her blood boil.

"How did it feel— to murder your own blood?”— again another flash of what Nilari could remember of her brother once bright and happy flashed to miserable and defeated. “What would the others think—" The Endless Forest had claimed her brother but it was his doing that caused her to react. Maybe.. if he hadn't attacked her, he'd still be out there alive. This Beta was twisting what he had saw in her mind, using it as his leverage against her. It was soon that Nilari was beginning to loose her grip, the thoughts that raced through her mind of all the things she could do to get her revenge.

The shadowy figure stopped for a moment, it felt as if something had tugged at her heart. Before she had her fangs bared and lips curled back in a smug smirk now to nothing but anguish. Her heart thumped as if it were trying to leap from her chest, it felt painful.. almost sad even. “Would you have hurt me—" a voiced echoed in her mind. Nilari hated this feeling, using her feelings against her; it truly hurt. "No!" Nilari thought to herself, "I can't let him get in my head like this.."

The dens were finally coming into view and the guardian could see dark clouds looming in the horizon, perhaps it would rain tonight. Soon the she-wolf had finally returned home and could see that many of her pack members were mingling with one another. She needed a distraction, someone to talk to other than Arcturus. She didn't really see any of her fellow guardians really open for conversation at the moment. A sigh escaped her maw as she accepted the fact that most of the pack was busy for the time being. There Nilari found a spot out of the way to lay down in the mean time and remained vigilant until she was needed.