⇨ [the shadows are coming]... ☠

[lunar-lynx]

Hello all ♥

username ;; My Username is ƜσℓʌɛƨǤσЯαωя, which is a cryptic text for WolvesGoRawr(:
I normally go by Wolves, so please feel free to call me that rather than by my full name if you like
I'll answer to that as well as to Wolf or Rawr or WGR or anything else you can
come up with resembling my name, though Wolves is preferred <3

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face claim ;; doreah // roxanne mckee

name ;; renette targaryen.
nicknames ;; ren. only to be called this by close friends and family. prefers renette otherwise.
gender ;; female.
age ;; 23 years.
birthday ;; born on the 17th of august.
class ;; lower class.
occupation ;; huntress. hunts game for the butcher. also hunts down animals that threaten farms.
shift ;; snow lynx, also known as a canada lynx.
orientation ;; bisexual.
human height & weight ;; somewhat short. stands at 5 foot, 3 inches. weighs in at 117 pounds.
hair ;; dark brown in color. straight and long, sometimes slightly wavy. usually pulled back in messy braids.
eyes ;; dark, shimmering blue.
build ;; slim yet strong.
lynx height, weight, & length ;; 19 inches at the shoulder. weighs in at a lite 18 pounds, with a length of 33 inches.
fur ;; thick coat. beige-white in color with gray. darker gray spots and stripes. characteristic tufts of black on ears. lighter white belly and chest.
eyes ;; deep, alluring amber.
build ;; broad paws. strong and muscular.
personality ;; Renette has strong and independent survivalist instincts, mainly due to her difficult past. She is excellent at thinking outside the box. She is not socially adept and has a hard time making friends due to the emotional strain on her life which has made her hard and cold. She is more concerned about feeding her family than being social, making her awkward around people. Though Renette can be rather blunt and cold, she has a very vulnerable side which she only shows around her family. Though she isn't really a fan of children, she has a natural maternal instinct that shows when she is around her little sister. She is not very good at acting and comes across best when she is herself. She is usually very logical except for times when her emotions get in the way.
Renette has a habit of biting her nails when she is nervous or anxious and must consciously stop herself from doing so when around others.
She is very strong, stubborn, and determined. Often, she will react first and ask questions later. She will do anything to survive. Renette has an independent streak and she frequently does what she wants, rather than what those in charge tell her to. Her unwillingness to take orders has been perceived as a great weakness, as it frequently gets her into trouble.
Even though she can sometimes be a bit self-centered and self-reliant, she does have noble traits, such as protecting those she loves. She has frequently put herself in harms way for the sake her sister and close friends. Renette has an instinct to protect those who are weak or unable to defend themselves.
Unlike her younger sister, she is not a natural born healer. She tends to be squeamish and reluctant when it comes to medical issues. Rather, her skills rest in hunting and gathering. She is an excellent shot with a bow and very skilled with her dagger. The dagger skill has proved necessary for wielding and throwing in order to finish off a wounded prey animal. Recently she taught herself in fishing and trapping. She hunts multiple times during the week. Renette tries to go out every other day or so, daily if she can. She is known to be gone for days at a time on long hunting trips. She's managed to educate herself on the edible, medicinal, and poisonous plant life of the region. It has proved very useful on these trips, as not all of her hunts are successful and it's extremely useful to know what can and cannot be eaten.
Additionally, she has a good singing voice, although she is reluctant to sing when she is not alone.
likes ;; hunting, running through the woods, helping out, animals, success
dislikes ;; children, chirping, overly bright lights, having her hunts disturbed, cold, losing an animal's trail, failing, poverty, hunger
fears ;; forest fires. powerful storms. harm coming to her sister.
strengths ;; high skill in hunting and the use of a bow. knowledge of plants. skilled with a dagger. strong arms.
weaknesses ;; unwilling to take and follow orders. social issues.
family ;; a sister named dany, whom has recently gone to live in a different village with her fiance. all other family is either deceased or unknown.
lover ;; currently none.
children ;; none. unlikely to ever have any due to her dislike of them.

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[wibeke]

Name: Nicholas O'Malley [Nick]
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Rank: Lower class
Job: Farrier. Nick is in charge of shoeing and tending to the hooves of the royal horses. When his services aren't needed, he works as a stable hand.
Animal: Donkey

Appearance: Nick does very little to keep up his appearance, and it shows. There's always a few shavings clinging to his hair, and the fairly repulsive scent of manure and alcohol seems embedded into his skin.
In his animal form, Nick is a shaggy, somewhat awkward looking creature with short legs and long ears. Although he stands at only 13 hands tall, about the size of a small pony, he has a very sturdy, powerful build. Anyone foolish enough to underestimate him will also discover his extremely strong hind legs crashing into their side.

Personality: Stubborn, clumsy, and almost perpetually drunk, Nick doesn't tend to give off the impression of being particularly intelligent or driven. He does his work quietly and without complaint, and doesn't look for much praise or approval from others. He very rarely asks for help with anything, preferring to work out his own solution (however misguided and backwards his methods might end up) than admit defeat. Many of the mended paddock fences are held together with little more than a handful of nails and a prayer- but hey, at least they're still standing.
That being said, Nick is quite a bit smarter than most people give him credit for. He's resourceful and creative, and very observant as well. While he's mostly content to follow orders, he's not foolish or loyal enough to be forced into anything he disagrees with and will speak up when necessary.
Nick is generally very grumpy and sarcastic, and seems to have a snarky comment for everything. He's generally a very kind and gentle person, despite first impressions often saying otherwise.

He is the most comfortable around horses, and feels most at home at the stables were he works- he often sleeps in the hayloft, having no other place to go home to. With the exception of a certain black stallion, he gets along with horses far better than he does with most humans.

Family: two younger brothers; left home as a teenager to get away from his abusive father
[faceclaim: George Blagden]

[Keriae]

(The Duke and Duchess are now open!)

[ossa di cervo]

{ Elssie Nylah } { 32 years } { the careful traitor }

p e r s o n a l i t y

Elssie wasn't born in Falconmoor or anywhere near.. She was born far, far away and her parents spent her childhood teaching her the art of being a noble. They taught her the ways of the town of Flaconmoor and the art of betrayal. With her past, her present behavior is explained. Elssie is a very cautious lady, trusting close to no one. She's finally obtained a rank worth noticing and she isn't about to let that go. Elssie spends her time wondering the castle walls, watching the children and the way they behave and trying to get as close as possible to the King and Queen.. And even the heir. She puts on a facade of trust and warmth around them, treating them as if they were her closest friends and having the utmost patience with the children.

As for her fiance, the duke of Falconmoor, she could care less for him though she must appear as if she loves him dearly. When out with the children she'll make small flower weaved trinkets to give to him and make sure to peck (no pun intended?) on his cheek when any of the royal family is near.

In reality, Elssie just can't wait for a revolution to begin so she can watch the King fall to his knees and let her overcome him.

a p p e a r a n c e

Humanity;; Elssie has brilliant green eyes that compliment her freckled face well. She's a fare lady, looking extremely young for her early thirties and she often flaunts that; be it an accident for intentional. Her hair is dirty blonde and almost always tied back in a pony-tail or braid. She rarely ever lets her neck get covered, preferring dresses to most clothes. Elssie is a lady that prides her clean, freckled skin and her thin eyebrows. Nothing goes farther then appearance as the lady would say herself...

Animality;; Elssie takes the form of no other then a common barn owl. Many would say her form is a common spectacle but if there was ever a way to make the lady angrier it would be to insult her bird form. She adores her feathers, keeping them preened and shiny, and her talons are always sharp and ready to tear flesh; though she'd never, ever admit to that.

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Jon Merian is the duke, one of the kings best friends and a great warrior. He is very loyal, trusting, and honest. It all takes courage, open-mindedness, and willingness. Which are all traits that fit Jon securely well. Jon is twenty eight. His downfall is good-looking girls, tankard's full of beer, and the will to fight. Jon has shaggy && curly and somewhat thick dark brown hair and light brown, soft eyes. His animal side is a very large grizzly bear, with large front teeth. He has a hot-temper and never backs down. Jon is a fiance to Elssie, whom he likes but would never love. He knows she doesn't care for him but he makes himself believe that she has something deep down in her heart for him. Just something still lingering inside. (I hope this is okay. It's really bad but, who cares right? I just wanna start ^^)

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r e n e t t e . t a r g a r y e n

| female | 23 years | huntress | current form: canadian lynx

⇨ Four soft paws hit the ground with dull thuds as legs stretched forward and back in a near full sprint. A dark pink tongue hung partially out of the panting jaws. Amber eyes blinked against the glare of the sun on the bright white snow. The feline was far from the village of which she lived in. She was racing through the mountain range that sat at the back of the great Falconmoor. Renette zig-zagged through the trees of the forests, loving the feel of the cool breeze through her thick fur.

The calming winds brought with them an appealing scent. Her ears pricked up and she turned her head to the side. Renette increased her pace, pushing her strong legs beneath her as she propelled herself forward, turning her direction slightly to the left. Her whiskers twitched as she neared the tantalizing odor. She was careful to stay downwind, and to slow to a soft trot as she came ever closer. She could almost see the soft brown and white coats of the creatures just ahead. She walked quietly through the trees, taking every step with caution. Renette's gaze narrowed as she slid through the trees. Her amber eyes were on a tiny flock of mountain goats, her purpose for being up here in these snow-filled mountains. She crouched down close to the cold, white ground and began to stalk slowly forward.

The small herd was making its way further up the mountain. A smaller doe at the back seemed to be struggling and was falling further and further behind with each passing minute. Renette moved alongside the group, yet was careful to keep her distance. She waited patiently as the flock continued on, unknowingly separating themselves from the female and leaving her vulnerable to Ren's impending attack.

She flexed her muscled limbs in anticipation, digging her claws into the earth. Almost.. Almost.. She took a silent pace forward. The goat she had been after was just far enough from the rest now. She tensed her back legs, preparing to propel herself forward. Following the flick of an ear and the twitch of her whiskers, she pounced.

The doe saw Renette as she whizzed through the air toward her. It panicked, trying to run through the snow to catch up with the rest of the now-fleeing herd. Too late for that, love. She landed on the hindquarters of the animal, digging her claws into its backside. It screamed and tried to kick out at the lynx, exceeding only in buckling its forelegs and making it easy for Ren to pin the goat down. She reached forward and swiftly sank her teeth into the sensitive flesh of the creature's neck, clamping down forcefully. The goat squealed in fear and agony, squirming and thrashing in its desperate attempt at escape. Renette held on as it became weaker and weaker, the life draining from it's small body. Gradually, the doe's movements became less frantic as the animal exhausted itself. After one final, frail kick, the light dimmed from its dark eyes and it went completely still. Once Ren was positive the creature was dead, she repositioned herself and began to drag the limp body down the mountain. She headed in the general direction of where she had left her gear prior to shifting to her feline form.

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[Rated R]

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NAME; Drazahn Aygir
AGE; Twenty-One
GENDER; Male
JOB; Lead Royal Stallion
ANIMAL; Black Stallion
ANIMAL KNOWN AS; Obsidian
FORM; In Stallion Form
CRUSH; To be Determined
LOCATION; In His Stall
TAGS; Nick

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Drazahn Aygir found himself waking up in his stall in the royal stable as usual. It was roughly six this morning and the black stallion groggily opened his eyes, shaking his mane to awake his muscles. He pranced about in his stall, feeling the blood begin to pump again through his stiff legs, and he shook his tail in slight annoyance. Six in the morning it was, and there were no other royal horses awake? Drazahn pinned his ears and snorted, mumbling to himself about how he was the head stallion in these stables, and that if he wanted company, he should get company. With a sudden gruff neigh that echoed through the stables, and a good kick to the stall door, Drazahn finally heard the murmurs of stretching horses and sleepy horses moving about in their stalls like Drazahn had done just a few minutes ago.

Now, Drazahn wondered where the stablehands were. It was six in the morning, he knew, but sometimes they'd come up early to get a head start on the day. Not Nick though, thought Drazahn, putting his massive head over the stall door. That little a** is always drunk, and if not that, hungover at the very least. Drazahn neighed again, demanding some sort of attention and respect not only from the horses but also from any stable hands that happened to be nearby yet not in view just yet. Impatiently, Drazahn paced his stall, back and forth and back and forth, when he could tell at least an hour had passed. Those incompetent stablehands, thought Drazahn once again, now anxious to get turned out so he could feel his two legs again. Then, with a slight smirk, Drazahn knew exactly how to get these lazy stablehands in trouble. Or at least thinking that they were in trouble.

Quickly, Drazahn allowed himself to become a human to reach over and unlock the stable door, as he shifted back into a stallion before anyone noticed. Proudly, head held high and nose tipped to the sky, Drazahn carefully clopped his hooves and walked out of his stall slowly, turning around to admire the gold carved sign on his stall which read, Obsidian. Drazahn bobbed his head, snorting with his ears laid back slightly still, the giant black stallion searching about the stable for some sign of a stablehand.

[ ehh, i know this sucks ]

[lynettetan1]

Ariessa Wolfe

As the sun slowly rose, a little town started stirring. There were signs that the town was waking, as lights were turned on, and the sounds of people shuffling around and moving things around started filling the air. Situated somewhere in the middle of town, was a shop, bearing an iron sign. The sign was dusty, and showed slight signs of rusting at the corners, but it'd held up for a long while, showcasing the shop owner's skill. After all, she'd made the sign herself. However, though the town was awakening, the shop remained empty, no lights giving it life from the inside, no loud, clinking sounds accentuating the silence, which was usually always present, well, when she was awake, of course.

It wasn't until about 8 am when a loud shriek ran through the vicinity from the shop, screaming at a volume to wake up just about anyone whom was still asleep. From the inside of the store, someone stirred. Ari let out a soft groan, before groping around to grab something and throw it vaguely in the direction of the sound, though the fluttering of wings and the panicked squawk told her she'd missed. "Confounded bird..." Ari muttered softly, wondering why she'd got the loud mouthed falcon, whom woke her up simply so she could feed him. Sure, he was always useful when someone entered the shop whilst she was working-there wasn't much she could hear when she was smithing-but the darned thing could try getting used to her schedule... As the falcon let out a rising warble that would soon evolve into another scream, Ari growled, letting out a loud 'whoop' to shut the feathered mess. Hearing the calling of a predator, the falcon fell silent. Ari sighed, getting up. "Alright, alright, I gotcha." Her hand grasping the chair that had been that night's bed, Ari yawned, before stumbling around towards the fridge. Once there, she got some fish and threw it out, the falcon catching it mid air, before sighing. She was running out of food, and so would have to get out the shop to do some shopping soon. Chronically lazy, Ari hated even moving out of her store, and often spent her days smithing and sleeping.

With that done, Ari restocked the wood and lit the fire, which had blown out last night, before she sighed, watching the flames slowly devour the wood. She wondered what exactly was happening to the kingdom. So many orders had come in recently for weapons, not all of them reasonable. She'd had a few revolutionaries come demand weapons for free so they could overthrow the king. Please. Her weapons weren't the cheap stuff you found anywhere. Everything she made, from a nail to a shield was made with heart, and they better believe it. No way would she sell anything for free. Some thoughts in mind, she wondered if Shay was coming today. The guy was almost always perpetually drunk, so Ariessa wouldn't be surprised if he didn't pop by, but she had found that she had liked his company through the years, and so she didn't mind as much. Sighing as she went and flipped the notice to say her shop was open, Ari retreated back into her shop, pulling a chair up next to the fire. Might as well catch a bit more shut eye.

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The bay roan horse snorted as Killian tugged back on the leather reins. He made the horse uneasy because of his wolf form that the horse could sense. The stallion has been unbroken, so Killian volunteered to tame the wild mustang. As he always did things with horses and being reckless was just his thing. He has two more un-tamed horses to go. Killian slid off the right side of the bay and patted the horses neck, mumbling soothing words. He led the stallion towards the stables and tied his reins to a hitching post on the side of the barn. Killian exhaled loudly and rubbed the back of his neck, thinking. He bit his bottom lip and went to the neck wild horse. This horse was a beautiful pinto mare with a white mane and tail. He smiled and patted her nose and she jerked back. Quite dangerous it was to ride a wild mustang, including the fact that it was a mare whom seemed to be pissed off. He scoffed and opened the stall door, quickly putting a rope around her head before she could realize what was happening. Killian has a few stable hands help him take her to the ring where he would ride her until she calmed down. He was pushed into the ring, made out of sturdy wood and swung himself easily up on to the mare. She stayed still for just a few mere seconds before surprising him with a tremendous buck and rear that flung him into the dirt on the far side of the ring; face first. Dirt covered his whole body and the mustang pinto stood at the other side of the ring, staring at him with "that's right" eyes. He could see the meanness in her eyes. He rubbed the dust off his face spit some mud out of his mouth. Killian saw some of the stable hands laughing at him and he smirked lightly and stood. He walked briskly over to the mare and grabbed her reins, getting back on to the horse. He felt her buck and try to get him off again until she finally gave up. "I want this horse for myself." Killian patted her bare back and stretched his arms back. "I'll do the last horse tomorrow. I've had enough with this mare." He turned her towards the castle doors and trotted her up the hill at a good pace. He hitched her at the post outside the castle door and ran a hand through is thick, dark brown hair which sand came raining out of. He smiled and shook his head. Killian made his way through the hallways, some dirt trailing behind him. His room sat at the end of the great hallway, next to the Duke's & Dutchess room.

Killian turned into his room and found his bed made, since he left it unmade he smirked and rolled his eyes lightly. The dirt was still all over him and covered his clothes and body. He shrugged and filled up the bath tub in the corner of the washroom and waited until it filled with cold water, then he took his clothes off and tossed them into the middle of his room. The water was icy, which felt quite good on his hot body from the horses. He washed thoroughly and relaxed for a few minutes. Once he was done he stood and grabbed a wool towel and dried off; dressing after that. Killian fixed his hair and put on a loose, white flannel shirt and some regular pants. His shirt was buttoned down hallway so it showed the top half of his chest. He padded out of his clean room and down the long main hallway. Finding the balcony, he grabbed a tankard full of beer and brought it out on to the high balcony looking over the kingdom. Killian leaned on the railing enjoying the sun's warm sunlight.

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(Anyone can talk to him I just don't know what to say for him. ^^ He is open.)

[darĸнowl]

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◘ υneмployed ◘ ѕιngle ◘ age 25 ◘ ѕнιғтer ғorм - ѕnow leopard ◘

A lithe, tall figure sat hunched over a mug half-filled with ale in one of the small pubs in the city of Falconmoor. He leaned on his arms that were crossed in front of him on the small table, completely silent. He had a couple day's stubble growing along his face, the ginger hair light but still visible. He blinked slowly and stared at a scratch in the wood, occasionally running his index finger along it. The young man was obviously exhausted, as seen by his posture, but his big blue eyes were bright (besides the bags underneath them) despite all that. He was happy to just be here in the city. Thomas had been making his way from the small town he had grew up in for over a week. Or was it two weeks? He didn't own a horse so that's why it took so long. Well, he didn't own one anymore - he had to sell the old mare to survive. Once his parents had both passed, there wasn't much to inherit though they did leave him everything they had. The horse was worth two bags of coins that sat in his leather satchel on the seat beside him.

Thomas was dirty and worn out. Some smudges of dirt and mud were found along his face and clothes. He wanted nothing but to take off his boots and just lie down but he couldn't exactly do that when he had no bed. Still, he'd finally gotten there. Just as he had promised his father he would. Tom knew nothing would be easy for him here but he was willing to work hard for whatever opportunity was offered to him. He downed the last few drops of the refreshing drink and left the money on the table before slinging his bow and arrow sheath across his back. He picked up his bag as he made his way out and into the sunlight. His sword hung at his hip in it's makeshift sheath. He had made it himself - sure it wasn't the strongest iron or the fanciest, but it was balanced properly and he knew how to use it. He squinted, knitting his brows together as the light hit his face after he pushed the door open. He took in a deep, satisfying breath. He had made it. This was Falconmoor ground. This was the city his father was from.

His ruffled, dirty, ginger hair bounced a little in the small breeze. He was still at the edge of the city and thought the sooner he found a place to stay, the better. A goat's cry echoed in the distance and Thomas jumped, whirling around at the eerie sound. Dust surrounded him as he moved his feet in his surprise. Then there was silence. He sighed, only frightened for a few seconds. Probably hunters. That sound should be something familiar to him by now. He hunted, just as well as any other carnivorous shifter, but it was the sound of something dying that always sent the shivers up his spine. He had witnessed both his parents breathe their last breaths, after all. If anything, that would be his reason to have issues with 'death'.

He turned back around, straightening his jacket and readjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder before walking again. Gods, his feet ached. All his muscles ached, really. All he wanted was a nice bath. Or, at the very least, enough water to wash his face with. Warm or cold - he really wasn't picky. Tom made his way along the side of the small gravelly road, nodding to the passing farmers on their wagons who smiled politely at him as they passed. After another hour, he could see the pointed towers and spires and huge stonework peaking over the buildings and homes surrounding the center of Falconmoor. He knew what they were part of right away. The castle. His heart made a little excited jump at the thought of it. It was huge. The closer he got, the more he noticed. He stopped in front of it, staring at it with his head tilted upwards and neck stretched to the clear, blue sky. Magnificent. He smiled, happiness and relief shown on his face. There was no way to hide his emotions now. Hot anticipation burned his veins. All he wanted was to run around the courtyard and explore the halls and just... look. Look at the marvel that his father only told him stories about. It was almost hard to believe he was actually here. But now that he was, he really needed rest. And food. Oh... Food would be lovely. His stomach growled at the thought of a warm, or not warm meal. He didn't really care at the moment. He turned around, that stupid smile not gone from his gentle face. He looked around at all the buildings, wondering which inn would have any room for him. Tom started over to the closest one, knocking to see if anyone would answer.


{{ THERE. My god that was long... geez. He's open for anyone who wants to talk! }}