❦ Evergreen Reservation ❦ {Werewolf RP} Accepting

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( gender ) female. ( age ) eighteen. ( role ) lead huntress. ( location ) arriving at evergreen/in the kitchen. ( tagged ) everyone

xxxxFreida Ashworth wasn't the most punctual camper, but she did have a thing for punctuality. Today however was an exception. With her silky chestnut hair all rumpled and binded loosely with a scarlet scrunchy, the petite, svelte girl arrived at Evergreen Reservation fifteen minutes late. Much to her chagrin, there was no one left in the living room to greet her so she took it into her own hands to explore the new environment herself. She found the rooms upstairs easily, then set off to get unpacking and freshening herself up after the long journey here. About ten minutes later, she emerged from her room in a neat crimson coloured blouse and plain white pleated skort, her combed hair framing the contours of her angelic face. Mixed feelings were beginning to churn about in her stomach, but she tried to swallow them back. What if no one liked her? Would she have to face their jeers and taunts for the rest of the first term? She was Lead Huntress and she was capable. She should be confident. But in actual fact, Freida was far from it, even though she would hardly show it.

Heaving a small sigh, Freida began her search for her packmates. Were they outside? It seemed not. As the eighteen year old was walking by the kitchen, she scented the unmistakable aroma of mouth-watering food. It was quite while since she had last eaten, and at the thought of it made her belly rumble. Remembering her need to satisfy her hunger pangs, and hearing the loud chatter from within the room, she grasped her doorknob with fair fingers. "Chin up, Freida," she whispered words of comfort under her breath. The door gently opened to reveal a group of people around her age seated at a long dining table, feasting on: tomato sauce spaghetti with chicken, mashed potatoes and corn. The very sight caused her exquisite greyish-blue eyes to widen. Realising that she nearly missed dinner, a feeling of embarrassment and compunction overwhelmed her heart, and she quickly closed the door behind. Her gaze darted to the sterling silver cutlery to the delicious delicacies spread out before her. What a sight for sore eyes! Choosing a vacant seat in the middle of nowhere, Eida seated herself delicately on her chair and patiently waited for the motion to begin eating. No one else seemed to be eating just yet, and it was terribly rude in her eyes to tuck in without permission. She was a lady of her manners and sophistication, but she did know when to let her hair down. At that moment, her pretty eyes were dancing with the emotions that rarely flitted across those elegant features — humour, mirth, happiness.

She smiled with her eyes more than with her lips. She had been told smiling with genuine delight made her look more full and carefree, so she tried it, the corners of those soft lips curving up into a small smile that she casted to anyone who bothered to look at her. Freida could be as confident and bold as a peacock, but not in front of so many strangers, when her slightly reserved nature would manifest itself.

[Lavellan]

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𝑅ó𝒾𝓈í𝓃 𝑀𝒸𝐿𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓁𝒾𝓃
Huntress
Level Four
21
❃

Form: Human
Location: Elizabeth's Room/Dining
Room
Tags: Elizabeth/Everyone

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"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ellie!" Róisín chirped, her voice almost holding a sing-song quality to it. Deep blue eyes twinkled at the mention of dinner, and her grin split her face. "I hope it's something grossly unhealthy. I'd love some pizza. Or maybe... cheesy garlic bread." She laughed, only... half serious. Beaming to Elizabeth, she stepped out of the door, out of the other girl's way, and almost trotted along side her down to the kitchens. There were not many down there, but she was sure that more would arrive soon enough. Not wanting to get in the way of all the hands that were now helping with the food, she sat opposite Elizabeth, adjusting her clothes almost awkwardly as she thanked those who dished out her meal. Her gaze was pulled up by a large man carrying the Beta on her shoulder, and an eyebrow raised, almost disappearing into her blonde hairline as she watched the almost awkward showing between those who now stood. Clearing her throat softly, she cast her gaze back down to the plate. Despite her rumbling stomach, she kept composure until others began to eat, an odd food anxiety forbidding her from eating when others were not. The scent of the food rose up to her in the same way the steam off a cartoon pie might tease a character, and the image of herself floating towards the plate as the scent begged her forward pulled a little giggle up her throat. Clearing her throat again as she did not want to seem manic, sitting there laughing to herself, she raised her gaze back to Ellie, opening her mouth to speak, but was cut off by a different friendly voice, introducing himself to the other huntress. She shut her mouth then with a small smile, laying her hands on her lap quietly. Everyone seemed to be involved in some kind of conversation, and so, not wanting to interrupt, Róisín sat quietly, a small smile gracing her features.

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𝕂𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕟 𝕄𝕔𝕃𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕝𝕚𝕟
Loner
Level Seven
21
☽

Form: Wolf
Location: Caves
Tags: Elspeth

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"A pleasure." He said simply, the words leaving his mouth as nothing more than a formality, a remains of the training his mother had drilled into him as a child. Standing silently, he shook out his pelt, dispelling dirt and dust quickly, as though it had not bothered him before now. A crystal for protection and strength? Part of him scoffed at the idea, but another part was curious. Maybe he should get one for himself. Remaining on all four paws as he looked back to Elspeth, he noted her expression of confusion, and responded to it with one of his own. Slightly taken aback by her almost sudden outburst, inquiring about his past, his ears flicked quickly, tilting his head at the question almost comically. "Where am I from?" He repeated blankly, sitting once again. A curious one, this Elspeth. That wasn't the first question he would have asked a stranger, but, then again, he wasn't really the one to talk to strangers. "Well... Long story short..." He began, a half-laugh rising from his chest like a short bark. "Ireland, originally. I lived there until we-" Catching himself quickly, he backtracked, wars pinning for a millisecond. "Until I was 16. Then my mother got a job over here, and, well, here I am. Dragged away from friends and family to live in a foreign country just so mother could earn an extra few bucks." His last words were spat, each syllable dripping with spite that stung like acid. With a shrug-like movement, he offered her a sort of smile, "Totally not salty about it any more." He stated shortly, his barking half-laugh rumbling through the clearing once again. "And you? Where are you from?"

[feather_light_flight]

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[ Cybil & Amos ]
"On the whole, human beings want to be good,
but not too good, and not quite all the time..."
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pause on amos till violet replies

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Cybil propped herself up on her elbows,
glancing over to wave at Mika. Her blonde hair was a
mess of satin strands falling across her face, "Hi Mika.
I'm fine. Van just decided to be a stubborn oaf." A
small laugh and the pretty girl patted Van's back,
"You know you can set me down Van. Unless you
somehow enjoy having dainty girls draped over
you?" A curious and humorous tone rang through
the beta's voice as she wiggled slightly, testing to
see if the fighter would put her down or not.

She wasn't sure she minded being held by the
tall brute. He had quite agile hands so it wasn't
like she had to worry about him dropping her.
"Sorry about barging in like this anyways."
Blue eyes turned to the new wolves in the room,
offering a half hearted wave, "I promise
things aren't always this strange. I'm Cybil by
the way, your new beta." A friendly
smile accompanied the words before she
refocused on the brute carrying her,
still waiting for his reaction.

[Cultro]

Vandyke Oakes
Male
21
Lead Fighter [8]
Tags: dining room-scene

"Who refused to come to dinner?" He asked in a muted, almost soft voice, but sighed.
Carefully, as if he were carrying fragile porcelain, he let her slip back to the ground, his hands gently at her side, to make sure that she didn´t stumble.
He felt her clothes streaming over his shirt and stared embarrassedly into the air, as it was not intended to put her on the ground so close to him.
He just wanted to make sure she did not fall.
As he felt her feet touch the ground, he held her for another second, and looked briefly at the somewhat disheveled beta, into her blue eyes, while his breath moved some tangled streaks before he took his fingers off her and stepped back.
After a moment of embarrassing silence, he ran his hand through his hair nervously , feeling as if all the eyes were lying on him.
To get rid of the akward situation he asked loudly: "Where are the others? We are not complete, are we?"

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[ Cybil & Amos ]
"On the whole, human beings want to be good,
but not too good, and not quite all the time..."
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pause on amos till violet replies

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Cybil felt a blush coat her cheeks, and
cold air waft over her thin form when Van stepped away.
With another glance at the brute, she walked around the
table, taking her seat next to Mika, though her pale
gaze stayed trained on the fighter. Perhaps he wasn't
someone to be concerned about...perhaps he could be a...
a friend.

Another blush and the beta hurridly looked away, taking
a calming breath to steady herself before flashing as
much of a smile as she could muster to Mika, "Sorry
it took so long to get here. I got side tracked."

The beta set to work on sorting her silverware the way she
liked it, and smoothing out her now rumpled clothes. It
would be obvious to anyone that she was a bit flustered, but
she was beyond trying to appear normal and casual.
Still, blue eyes kept glancing to Van, a curious and almost
happy gaze.

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DO NOT POST

Unless you are Sarcastic Kitty.

Benji needs to enter the kitchen and take a seat. Then do a small little First Dinner for the Pack speech then let folks dig in.
Pack members present at the table: Van, Cybil, Mika, Elizabeth, Roisin, Freida (Lead Hunter that just arrived), Sebastian (hunter lvl 3),

Missing: Violet, Amos, Amos's future mate -wink-, Matrona (sorry if misspelled), Serenity, Cache, Tobias, Jaiden (his at the front door inside needing to be directed to the kitchen) and I THINK that is it.

Violet needs to react to Amos bluntly telling about why she was upset using spot on speculation. Get with Feather if you need more details Kitty.

[Sarcastic Kitty]

If I miss anyone in my replies, pm me and I will adjust. Didn't have time to read every single post lol


Benjamin Manchester
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age; 19 | gender; male | role; alpha
tags; Everyone

At the mention of dinner, Ben nodded in agreement, his stomach growling it's opinion. He was hungry. Actually, he was always hungry. Excusing himself, he took his bags up to his room to get settled in while Chef finished cooking. He took a shower, changed into a clean pair of jeans and a simple black tee shirr that stretched taut over his muscles, and dried his hair though he didn't bother combing it. He preferred the stylishly messy look anyway. Returning downstair, he veered towards the kitchen but paused at the sight of a boy (Jaiden) loitering near the front door, looking decidedly lost. "Hey, I'm Ben. If you're here to meet the rest of the pack, we're about to sit down for dinner. Follow me" Not waiting for the boy's response, Ben continued down the hall, pass the living room, through the kitchen with a friendly nod to Chef, and into the Dining room where the pack waited. There were several noticeably empty chairs, and he immediately saw that neither Violet nor the two who had gone after her had returned. This both irked and worried the young man, but there was little he could do and with a sigh, he took his position at the head of the table and cleared his throat.

Most had looked up when he entered, their gazes tracking his progress around the room to his seat. When he cleared his throat, the last of the conversation died away and suddenly all eyes were focused on him. Benji wasn't big on making speeches but he felt compelled to say a few words now before they ate. This was, after all, the first of many dinners they would have together. "Ok, so I know not all of us are here right now, but I just wanted to say a few words and then I promise I will let you get bavk to the real reason you're all here..." He gave a pointed look at the food before them with a chuckle before continuing. "Most of us were strangers up until today and I know this is a big change for each and every one of us. It won't be easy, but I want us to be a pack. A real pack like the ones we were raised in. I want us to be a family and I want to be the kind of Alpha you don't hesitate to come to when you have a problem. I can't promise i will be a good Aloha but i can promise to do my best and hope that my best is good enough." He said, shifting uncomfortably. Without further ado, he sat back down and took the first bite, signalling that the moment to be serious had faded and everyone could now dig in.

Violet Manchester
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age; 16 | gender; female | role; healer
apprentice | tags; Amos, Hayden

Reluctant though she was, Violetta shifted and took the crutcjes, hiding hee relief as she put most of her weight on them rather than her legs. Turning to Amos then, she curled her lip at him. She had to admit, he was mure astute than she gave him credit for. His words hit painfully close to the truth and she wanted to get angry, to shout and snsrl and tell him it was none of his d*mn business why Benji was Alpha and she was stuck as the Apprentice to a Healer. But no matyer how hard she grasped for it, the anger seemed beyond her reach for the moment. With a gusty sigh, she deflated and inclined her head in what was more or less an agreement to the Omega's assessment. "You aren't stupid, I'll give you that. Yeah, I'm mad because Ben didn't tell me and he should have. We never keep secrets from each other." Her voice dropped to a pained whisper at the last few words and she looked away sharply, rapidly blinking the treacherous tears from her eyes before either Hayden or Amos could see them. Perhaps sensing her inner turmoil, Boomer appeared seemingly out of nowhere and landed on her shoulder, nuzzling her cheek affectionately while giving the two boys a suspicious glare.

Katariina Lancaster
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age; 15 | gender; female | role; loner
tags; Tobias

Katie Grace stiffened as a blue-black wolf syepped from the undergrowth and she instinctively knew he was like her. She had never met another werewolf before and found herself equal parts curious and wary as he greeted here with a distinct, Canadian accent. And boy could that wolf talk. An endless stream of words seemed to flow from him without really giving her a chance to respond and so for the most part, she just stood there with her mouth hanging open, a dumbfounded look on her face. The wolf didn't seem threatening to her. He seemed friendly enough which was surprising as she had expected that if she wver met another of her kind they would be more territorial than this one. It took her a moment, as her gaze swept over his lean handsome body, that a loll in the conversation had taken place and he was looking at her expectantly. "Oh um... I'm Katie. Katie Grace. W-what's your name?" She stammered nervously shifting from foot to foot. Bending, she grabbed her guitar and dusted it off lovingly. She would have to inspect if of damage later. It was her prized possession.

[inactive20000009]

Hayden Rhee / Healer / age 19 / male
Currently: Outside, rose bushes, human form / tagged: Amos, Violet

Hayden gave a little sigh of relief. It was touch-and-go for a moment there, but in the end Violet took a deep breath and accepted Amos's statement. She was clearly a stronger personality than Hayden himself; if Amos had busted out the backstory-deductions on him and revealed something like that to a pair of strangers, Hayden would definitely have been upset. It was a good thing there was nothing really in his past or present that he'd be overly embarrassed to show, because already he found himself looking forward to spending more time in the intriguing omega's company... though was somewhat rethinking that decision, if all situations were going to be made as awkward as this one by Amos's uncomfortable insights. Still, there was something about the omega that made Hayden want to get to know him more.

The healer wanted to offer some form of comfort to Violet, and bit his lip, wondering what to say. All the words he considered and discarded, seemed cliché and unhelpful, and anyway he was in no position to give advice, having hardly the first idea about sibling relationships or anything like what Violet was going through. He could try and offer a comforting hand on the shoulder, but had to admit that the large sharp beak of the bird that had swooped in and settled on her shoulder -- Hayden would swear up and down that the animal was somehow giving him a suspicious glare out of beady eyes, or was that just how its face was naturally shaped?! --was a significant deterrent to that idea.

In the end, he just coughed uncomfortably and gave Violet what he hoped was a supportive smile. "Well... Now I know that you didn't want to be a healer's apprentice, but maybe you'll find that you enjoy it more than you expected. If not, that's fine too," he hurriedly assured her. "We'll work something out."

Though both his stomach and his mind were now reminding him that dinner time was soon if not happening right now, Hayden stayed seated on the grass and made no suggestion to join the others at dinner. Right now, his packmate was more important than filling his stomach, and while he thought the alpha might be displeased if some wolves were late to the first pack dinner, Hayden remembered how Benjamin had worried about his sister, and how Violet had described him as 'overprotective'. It was clear Benjamin cared about Violet very much, and Hayden hoped he would understand if, having been sent out to assist the healer's apprentice, they were a little late. He could see that Violet was getting emotional and wanted to give her a moment to pull herself together before they had to head back in to the dining room with the rest of the pack, so he waited for either her or possibly Amos to make the first suggestion to go back to the main building, or if Violet had something else to say.

[JustRenTime]

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Name: Trinity Braxton
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen
Love Interest: Open
Rank: Loner
Level: Six
Tags: Kathrine, Ferrell, Luke
Scent: Vanilla and Berries
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❖ Trinity cocked her head as she awaited a reply from Ferrell. Her olive eyes traveled from one of the females to the other, she was no longer as afraid as she was initially, not completely comfortable, but she did not feel like either of the she-wolves would hurt her if she didn't give them a reason to. 'Good, because I'd hate to be reunited with my long lost sister covered in blood and hardly able to walk.' Both of them were significantly larger than she and both had scars…Trinity had never even been in a fight, plenty of heated arguments but never a fight and plus, those arguments were usually with humans, she always had the upper paw, something she wouldn't have here. Trinity could tell her question had not been expected by Ferrell, she had even bared her teeth at her when she stepped forward to sniff her, but Trinity couldn't care less. Finally her answer came. Trinity's ears flattened and she shook her pelt out as her fur stood on end. "Are- …what?!" She yelped, jumping to her paws and lashing her tail as she stared wide-eyed at the older wolf. After Ferrell watched her reaction and laughed Trinity dipped her head, she was embarrassed. I mean, come on, who chews their leg off? No one. She was cagmag to even believe that for a second. "I…uhh…" She offered a soft, nervous laugh as she tried to think of words to defend herself. A small wolven smile pulled at the corners of her muzzle. "Uhm, thanks?" She woofed softly and wagged her tail.

Small Trinity stretched and looked to Kathrine. "You are right. I probably shouldn't have asked." She replied and looked to Ferrell. "I am so-" She was cut off by a roar…er, howl? Surely it was a howl but it was horrid! She winced and pinned her ears. "What an awful sound." She growled softly and looked around. She wondered who that could have been, had they never been taught how to howl properly? She laughed at herself for that thought and shook her head. Oblivious. Completely oblivious was she to the threat that stood behind her. Weak nose, plus he was downwind so she was unaware of Luke until he growled, and when he did…her child-like skittishness was evident. Trinity jumped a good two feet in the air and away from Luke with a loud yelp when she realized he was behind her. And Kathrine didn't have to tell her twice to get behind her, that was for certain. Trinity shook out her pelt and slowly padded so she stood behind the red and brown wolves. Two level ten wolves in one day, while they were both equally powerful she felt very…different powers from them. Kathrine was a kind soul, not vicious but this brute…this large, large, large brute was just the opposite. He was violent, aggressive, maybe power-hungry? He was bad news and while she would stand no chance against him in a fight she found herself thinking if something were to break out…she wouldn't run. She'd help Kathrine or Ferrell or them both. She was a bit submissive to them both because of her high rank and she must admit, at the moment she was a bit frightened, but her strong will and willful disobedience would never allow her to do well in a pack. Her eyes darted to Ferrell as she shot snappy comments at the male. Was she crazy?!

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Name: Tobias O'Dair
Gender: Male
Age: Nineteen
Love Interest: Open
Rank: Fighter
Level: Five
Tags: Katariina
Scent: Smoked Apple Wood
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➹ Tobias chuckled at her dumbfounded expression before he shifted and stretched. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled. "My name? Okay, seriously, Toby? You ramble all that bull and forget your name." He laughed and pulled his glasses out of his pocket before putting them on. "Tobias. Tobias O'Dair." He took a small step towards her and cocked his head. "Katie Grace? That's pretty. Might I ask you what brings you here, Miss?" He asked and dusted off his blue flannel shirt before putting his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. "Because, sweetheart, you don’t strike me as a pack wolf." He laughed and peered at her closely. She was quite a bit shorter than he and she had pretty brown hair. He found her quite interesting. Seriously, what was such a young wolf doing all on her own. "So, Katie. Exactly how old are you?" He asked, again not giving her time to answer his first question.

[azhefa.]

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⟦ luke ✘ 21 ✘ lone werewolf ✘ level 10 ✘ bisexual/single ✘ tags; kathrine, ferrell, trinity ⟧

the lone females had reacted just as he imagined they would, aggressively and also a tad submissive from the weaker ones. their little growls only fuel luke's amusement and eagerness, his red eyes glowing with almost predatory interest. there haven't been very many wolves around that would stand against him, no one was stupid enough, though it may seem these females may just be an exception. luke only chuckles as ferrell finally shows a little respect by dipping her head and eyes. the action wasn't the full submissive respect he very well deserves, but he allows it. the male flicks an ear towards trinity as the young wolf is protected by the other two females, the pup was of no interest to him since she didn't seem as blunt as ferrell or as strong as kathrine. it was almost curious how kathrine decides to protect trinity, his own high power level has never given him the desire to protect anyone but himself. luke had been watching kathrine so he was able to see the look she gave ferrell, yet another curious action from the high powered loner. being alone for so long, luke hasn't felt any kind of positive emotion towards anything besides maybe being happy for catching a deer. all he's ever known was anger and aggression, dark negative emotions that has molded him into the beast he is today. the soft looks and protectiveness that kathrine projects was a curious thing for him to witness and it confuses him which also angers him since he doesn't understand.

luke's red eyes cut to ferrell as the female speaks, her tone mocking and disrespectful, something he absolutely hates. he can dismiss her lack of proper submission, but this was hard for him to ignore. a dark chuckle rumbles deep in his chest in response to ferrell's words, a hint of a growl vibrating in the sound. he pulls back his ears and lowers his head as he speaks, his hackles starting to bristle as well, "i have many new scars, to which to you refer? the claw marks from a trespassing loner or the teeth marks from a disrespectful omega?" his voice was darker than before, it drips with anger almost to the point of it being like venom. the way he speaks of how he got the scars implies he had killed both after earning the marks, which was indeed true. the beast starts to almost prowl around the trio, circling them as if they were his next meal. he wasn't going to attack them, at least not yet, he just wants to torture them with their own fear. luke rumbles a deep growl as he watches the trio, his sharp teeth flashing for a brief moment. with his hackles raised and head low, luke was surely terrifying to say the least, coupled with the violent glow of his red eyes, it would be a surprise if they didn't at least fear him a little. his assumptions were proven correct as he scents the sweet musky odor of fear coming from the youngest wolf, though the scent of defiance also waifs from the young wolf. it was almost amusing to think the little pup would actually try to stand and fight if things went south, as if she could make any kind of difference in a battle against a brute like him.