❦ Evergreen Reservation ❦ {Werewolf RP} Accepting

[♚ Queen ♚]

MIKA

Tags: Cybil, Ian, and mentions Alastair

She felt a hand on her shoulder turning to see none other then Cybil herself. She gave her friend a proud smile before shaking her head," No problem. Just starting a nice conversation with our pack mate. Congrats by the way. That went perfect, and everyone seems to have taken it very well all things considered. The staff will have this cleaned up by the morning, and replace it with everything Alastair, and you need for an office." She told her a twinkle in her eye. "Did you think you were going to get out of paperwork?" She teased taking another sip of her drink before looking between Cybil, and Ian. "I'm actually going to slip out for a moment. I need to discuss something with the headmaster, and then I'll need to talk to Alastair, and yourself Cybil before bed." She dipped her head before turning to casually walk out the room. She briefly wondered were Alastair was.

[IdiotRoyalty]

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Wolf
Male
18 years old
Bisexual
Fighter
Interested in: Nobody
Power level: 6
Tags: Roisin
Location: Cabin

"Roisin? What a beautiful name. I've never heard it before." Art said in excitement. He continued to examine her with concentration. She had awfully beautiful eyes that nearly put Art in a trance. He's never met someone with such dashing blue eyes. Before freaking her out by staring at her for too long, Art shifted his gaze away from Roisin and onto the ceiling which was just as beautiful as the rest of the house. Art's face lit up even more, it that was even possible, when Roisin spoke. Her voice was so soothing and gentle; Art was already feeling right at home with Ro. He discreetly began looking at her again. "Yeah, I guess so. It was only two days but I had to carry two suitcases and a backpack so it was tiring. I guess it's my fault for bringing so much stuff." Art playfully sighed before giggling. Art has always been a very touchy person when socializing and will, unknowingly, attach himself to others. He often grabs them by their arm and holds them close. Or he'll randomly hold their hand and surprise them. He grew up with snuggling being in his daily routine; and it's his favorite thing to do. There isn't a person in the world that he wouldn't snuggle with. He's very forward when it comes to these things. It's like he doesn't have a sense of fear. And he's also not scared of rejection because he doesn't know what it is. Art is an oblivious boy and that can definitely be very dangerous. Art notices Roisin's almost empty wine glass and immediately speaks up. "Let's go get some more wine for you. Maybe I could get some as well. To be honest, I've never tasted it before so this will be interesting. Oooo do you know if there's anything sweet here?" Art also got easily distracted and it was easy for his mind to wander to food. His old pack was stunned to see him never gain weight. He worked out a bit but that definitely could not keep up with his eating habits. Many joked that his love of food, especially sweets, would catch up to him eventually when he got older. But he's always maintained a skinny and curvy body. Some say it looks too feminine to be a guy's because of his hips and body structure. He has smaller hands and feet than most men and he's extremely dainty. "I packed some candy for my trip but it was gone only six hours in. So it's been awhile since I've eaten anything sweet. Sweets are my favorite kinds of food. What's yours?" Art questioned, his eyes laced with curiosity and excitement. He loved learning about others so he'd ask questions nonstop when someone was first getting to know him. But Art is known for unknowingly touching some sensitive topics like significant others and family. He doesn't know better; he's just like a child. Art doesn't seem to have a boundary when talking and it's not always bad but sometimes it gets really bad. Art slowly scoots closer to Roisin because his need for physical contact is kicking in. He's been all alone for two days and that's not natural at all for him.

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ian ✘ 19 ✘ pack omega ✘ no power level ✘ homosexual/single ✘ tags; mika, cybil > none

the omega calmly sips his drink as the others pledge themselves to cybil, still remaining silent. he wasn't about to pledge himself to someone he doesn't know and doesn't really trust yet. when mika comes over and questions his silence, ian merely shrugs as he takes another drink, "not at all." his new confidence was obvious in the way he lounges back and rather boldly looks mika in the eye, her power no longer stirring fear within him. ian glances towards cybil just in time to catch her nod to amos, the other omega, and it makes ian narrow his eyes in anger. the new alpha was using the other omega as some kind of power tool, calming those who get tense so there's no challenge. ian gives amos a glare to let the other boy know that he wasn't welcome around him. as cybil makes her way over after concluding the ceremony, ian turns his dark gaze upon her as well. he was clearly peeved, but remains silent as cybil talks with mika, sipping his drink with false calmness. ian lifts a brow as mika excuses herself and departs, leaving him alone with cybil which he wasn't in the mood to really deal with. the omega gets to his feet and sets his cup down before speaking, his tone sharper than usual, "i'm going for a run, unless you're going to use your pet to calm me down and keep me here." he leaves before the new alpha could speak, slipping out of the room and the cabin before shifting in mid leap to run into the forest. it felt better to be in his wolf skin, more natural than his human one.

[WildlingQueen]

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female
22 years old
pansexual
loner
wolf/human
no love interest
power level 4
location: forest
tags: kieran
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Elspeth breathed in the scent of the forest, her ears flickering towards the sound of paws shuffling through the underbrush. There was excitement rippling through her pelt, the likes of which she hadn’t felt since her pack days. She turned towards him momentarily, a smile forming across her maw as he spoke “I guess you will just have to see, won’t you” she chuckled nudging him playfully with her hip. The smell of the forest calmed her senses but in truth it was his presence that marked her comfort. She hadn’t had another wolf at her side in years and the presence of his pelt, his aura, his voice seemed to comfort her in ways nothing else had. She was grateful their paths had crossed, for she could be once again curling up in some abandoned den, watching as the rest of the world scurried through life, but instead, paw-steps sounded in her ears and comfort ruffled her fur. Her paw steps slowed as the sound of her partner’s sneeze caught her attention. She held back a chuckle as she turned, watching his paws scrap at his nose, attempting to relieve the sensation. Her own senses were overwhelmed by the immense stench of the pack. So many wolves in one place, though she knew it was natural, felt far too unnatural for the she wolf. As the sun dipped behind the trees, darkness cascaded through the forest, melding her pelt with the shadows that danced through the trees. She turned, her ice blue eyes seeming to stand out against the darkness “We are definitely close, I can smell them all” she remarked, blinking as she watched him. Another smile spread across her maw as she turned her trot slowing to a walk. She allowed her pelt to graze his slightly, her muscles and ears relaxed, no longer desperate to keep safe, but rather enjoying the company and peacefulness. “What do you think we will find when we get there?” she asked, excitement dancing through her words.

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male
20 years old
heterosexual
beta
wolf/human
interested in mika
power level 10
location: outside the cabin
tags: (mika, the pack)
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Alastair had sat quietly during the ending of the coronation. He had claimed his place as Beta of the pack and watched each member with interest, searching for strengths, weaknesses, anything he could pick up from their actions but there wasn’t much there with everyone so excited for the event. As it came to an end, people mingled and he watched Mika from afar as she chattered with her… no, their fellow packmates. He couldn’t help the smile that seemed glued to his face and as she ventured further into conversations, he slid from the room into the shadows of the night, eyes tracing the shadows that bounced along the edge of the forest. With a quick, swift movement, the man changed into a sturdy wolf. His ears flickered forwards as he listened to the rustle of the leaves and the soft pawprints of mice still scurrying about in the dark of night. He allowed his tongue to work its way along the edge of his maw as he carefully sat back on his haunches, tail wrapping around his paws. “Beta, who would have thought” He murmured, his muzzle turning towards the sky, deep blue iris’s reflecting the stars that shown brightly on the cabin. This was his pack now yet the feeling still felt off, his mind was so enraptured by the thought that he felt lost in his mind. He turned his ears towards the cabin, listening to the soft hum of Mika’s voice despite not being able to properly pick up on her words. With her voice in his ears and the breeze ruffling his fur he felt himself relax, his heart rate slowing, breathe easing as if the world around him was calming.

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Ｆａｅｒｙｎ "Ｒｙｎ" Ｃｒｉｓｔａｌｉａ
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female
19 years old
pansexual
loner
wolf/human
possible interest in nick
power level 8
location: forest
tags: nick, marco
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Faeryn smiled, tilting her head slightly towards Nick, but her thoughts were interrupted by the strange scent of a wolf drifting over her. Her head turned up sharply as the wolf she scented shifted, a human man standing before them. He ears flickered forward as she took a step back, uncertain of how to approach the other male. She was thankful for Nick’s voice as it echoed through her ears, her pale green eyes turning to him, corners of her maw lifting into a smile. “Hello, Marco” she remarked softly, her tail swaying slightly. If Nick was unafraid the why should she be afraid? Her pelt lay flat against her back, water lapping at her ankles as she watched him carefully. She felt a laugh bubble in her chest as water splashed at her fur, the brute coming back from the water with a fish trapped in his jaw. She followed suit, tasting the fish as she clamped her jaw tightly around it’s slim covered body. She tossed it to the shore with a smile, watching as Val disappeared behind some bushes, unsettled by the approach of a stranger. She understood, her own small stature put her in immediate risk had she not had Nick at her side, but with the brute next to her she didn’t feel the need to flee, but rather she wanted to remain where she was. Her green eyes turned upwards towards the male “join us?” she asked, offering again as Nick had before.

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male
20 years old
heterosexual
loner
wolf/human
no love interest
power level 9
location:
tags:
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Nomad raised his lip, exposing his canine once again, his ears flicking backwards as his eyes traced the female. She was so… excitable and he didn’t fully understand, her loud giggles reverberating through his ears like an echo. There was a soft ring to her voice, but it held a fiery undertone he didn’t quite trust. Every pawstep she made he watched with wary eyes, ready to leap forward at any moment, but the confusion she held over him was far more distracting. “No, I have no family.” He remarked, not wishing to tell the stranger about his younger brother. “And I don’t do friends” he growled, but his lip fell back, hiding his canine once again. When she moved closer, his fur bristled slightly, ears pinned to his skull, showing how displeased he was at her closeness “Why would something be wrong?” he grumbled standing straighter, though his claws dug into the soil, creating small gashes beneath his paws. His dark pelt ruffled as he shook the anger from his fur.

[♚ Queen ♚]

OOC: Okay so rp changing event. -cracks knuckles- muse don't fail me now.

MIKA

She traveled down the hall away from the coronation her shoulders pulled back while her eyes were determined. She didn't know if it was the drinks or just knowing what she had to do. Really the higher ranks should handle this, but Cybil had things on her plate. Alastair needed pack bonding time which she hoped he was doing. Her heels stopped clicking outside the Headmasters door, and she took a breath before waltzing right in. She saw the Headmaster look up sharply from behind his desk before throwing her a scowl. "Mika, it's rude not to knock." He complained steepling his fingers on the desk as he gave her his full attention. Mika didn't acknowledge his complaint instead she sauntered up to his desk before placing both her hands on it to look him right in the eyes. "This open territory is not working. It needs to be changed. This should be pack lands, and we need to start enforcing that before we can't." She told him her tone level. She straightened up crossing her arms over her chest as he shook his head. "Mika..This land has been open territory since the reservation came to be. If the past packs could deal with it then so can this pack. We won't go changing customs on a whim for some ego driven children." He told her rising up to stand. "Do I make myself clear? " Mika leaned in over the desk to glare up at him. "No. Those previous packs dealt with loners with power levels of seven or lower. We have loners with power levels of ten out there. I came across one myself. So let me make this clear. We are taking over this reservation. This is now the packs cabin, our territory, our rules, and laws. You have until in the morning to pack up your stuff, and get out. " She growled letting some of her power swirl like a cat around the Head Master. "There's three Alphas in this pack now, and who do you think they are going to side with..You..OR..Me." She said letting a sultry tone come into her voice before she backed away turning to leave. "The morning." She called out over her shoulder slamming the door behind her as she left. Tomorrow that room was going to be a storage unit.

[Lavellan]

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𝑅ó𝒾𝓈í𝓃 𝑀𝒸𝐿𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓁𝒾𝓃
Huntress
Level Five
21
Scent: Roses
❃

Form: Human
Location: Coronation Room
Tags: Art

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Róisín couldn't help but smile at the man in front of her. His enthusiasm for life, as well as his excitement, were almost visible in the air around him, and his bright eyes seemed to take in everything surrounding him as though he had never seen anything as beautiful before in his life. Her eyebrows shot into her hair when he spoke of travelling for two days, but her brief shock melted into a melodic laugh as he giggled. "There's no such thing as too much stuff." She chuckled, catching his eye with a cheeky grin. His gaze never seemed to be in one place for too long, flitting from her face to the ceiling and back down again. She watched him with a sort of amusement dancing in her eyes, a smile gracing her features. She was beginning to like this one. Maybe she had been stressing about friendship far too early.
It was almost difficult to get a word in edgewise when he began to speak, but she didn't mind. It was far better than an awkward silence. She finished her glass as he brought it up, placing it down on a nearby table as he spoke of sweet food. "Honestly? I didn't check!" She admitted. While she had eyed the impressive hog that Chef had roasted magnificently, she hadn't approached the food table yet, the short time that she had been in here, things had distracted her from checking it out. However, she wouldn't mind being nosy, and there was no harm in grabbing something small - it was a celebration, after all!
A giggle rising up her throat at his tale about the sweets, she paused at his question, making a mental note to remember that he liked sweets. It was always good to know what a potential new friend's favourite food was. She thought then - rather sincerely - about his question. Sweet foods had never been her favourites, her sweet tooth fading away as she entered her teens, but savoury food... There was nothing better than a handful of salted nuts, or a packet of chips. Biting her lip as her gaze wandered over to the food table, she pondered whether there would be anything of the sort. Snapping her gaze back to Art, she grinned. "I'm more of a savoury gal myself. Now, shall we check out that food table?" Without even pausing for an answer, she reached out and caught his wrist, racing over to the table and dragging him (as gently as possible) along behind her.
Her breath caught in her throat as she neared the table, the various dishes filled with typical party finger food making her eyes glint in the soft candlelight. Casting Art a cheeky grin, she picked up another glass of wine, passing it to him and then taking one for herself. "Enjoy!" She chirped, clinking her glass gently against his before taking a sip, watching him for his reaction to the liquid. Sometimes someone's first taste of wine could result in rather amusing facial expressions...

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𝕂𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕟 𝕄𝕔𝕃𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕝𝕚𝕟
Loner
Level Seven
21
Scent: Black Coffee
☽

Form: Wolf
Location: Reservation Territory.
Tags: Elspeth

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His fur bristled as the she-wolf seemed to melt into the shadows, a sensation similar to gooseflesh coursing through him. Kieran's amber eyes almost strained to find her through the overpowering darkness, until she turned, her icy stare like something from another world. The feeling of her pelt on his was comforting, as if it were confirming that she were real, and not some spectre leading him to the unknown. He allowed his footfalls to fall in step with hers, the sounds melting together to create the illusion of one approaching wolf. He flicked an ear in her direction at her question, then pretended to think for a moment. "Wolves." He answered simply, sarcastically, shooting her a serious look before breaking into a cheeky grin with a playful laugh. "Well, that howl earlier must mean something, right? Maybe their having their pack bonding-games night."
The sounds of the creatures in the underbrush died down, and Kieran's ears pricked forward as he raised his head. They must be really close. Soon enough they would be out of the woods, on the pack's front lawn. A warm glow through the trees indicated the cabin was in sight, and he continued to the tree line, pausing when his head and shoulders were out of cover. The light coming from inside the cabin would prevent anyone inside from spotting them, and their dark pelts should shield them from anyone who wandered outside.
He regarded the warm, cosy looking cabin for a brief moment. Had he made the wrong decision, refusing entry to the pack? Casting a glance to the she wolf at his side, a small smile pulled at his maw. No. No he hadn't. His nose twitched lightly in an attempt to smell anything in particular, but the cocktail of scents that wafted from the cabin, and from the woods around them all overwhelmed anything that might have been of interest. He looked to Elspeth, curiosity in his eyes. "Well, we're here. What now?"

[azhefa.]

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

with an arm draped over his face to cover his eyes, luke was nearly asleep when he hears the soft padding of feet on stone. he doesn't move as the padding grows closer, if the female had any notion to attack this would be the perfect time to act upon it. luke finally moves his arm so he can glance over to where kathrine was standing, her gaze turned to the walls as if she was embarrassed about something. it takes him a moment to understand that his bare chest may be the reason she was looking away which was a bit amusing to him. as kathrine moves over to the other side of the bed, luke chuckles lightly and sits up, his lips parting to speak, but he's cut off by a flash of light that was much quicker and brighter than his own. the male looks over to see that kathrine had shifted into her human form like he had done, something he wasn't at all expecting, but very much appreciates. she was lovely to look at, golden hair and sapphire eyes that rivaled his own. though she was little more than a foot shorter than himself, luke finds himself a bit stunned by her appearance, he hadn't expected her to be blonde with her wolf having red fur. he snaps out of his slight daze as kathrine speaks, her voice being the same as her wolf's though a bit lighter. he doesn't miss the way she refuses to look anywhere but his face and it makes him chuckle again in amusement, "it's the same with me, i haven't been in this form in months. it's just easier to stay wolf in the colder months, now that it's warm it's better to turn human than overheat."

luke moves as he talks, getting up from the bed to walk over to the basket containing clothing. he digs around until he finds a black tank top, the only shirt he really owns that wasn't covered in hoes. while slipping the bit of fabric over his torso, luke keeps his back to kathrine, not wanting to embarrass her anymore than necessary. the scars that mar his tanned skin stand out rather well, especially the larger claw marks, but they are hidden beneath the tank top as it falls into place. he turns back to kathrine as she speaks again, this time about his den and how impressed she is. it was nice to know that someone actually appreciates his hard work, though then again no one else has seen the inside before. luke shrugs as he reaches over to grab his brush from the ground, "i didn't do much to it really, just put stuff inside and widened the back end a bit." he starts to brush his hair again, but has trouble with the knots once more. luke sits back on his bed as he works on a knot, acting as casually as possible as he speaks even though he was clearly peeved at his messy hair, "i should have braided it like you had done, forgot how messy it gets when i leave it down." he attempts a chuckle, but it sounds more like a growl as he yanks on the brush, finally getting the knot out before setting upon another.

[BetrayedSoul]

M a r c o ~ V o l i c h

Age: 19
Rank: Loner; 5
Form: Human
Location: River
Mood: Curious + Observant
Tags: Nicholas + Faeryn

Never in the slightest way did Marco react to whatever they were doing, or their happy bubbly smiles, which spark joy and delightful-ness. He was a dull creature. He didn't feel the need to smile much, only because that isn't how he is feeling emotionally or physically to do. He'd never smile just because someone else is, unless Marco has a good reason for it. Other than that, he had his poker-face of mystery sulking over his face. Marco scrunched up the bridge of his nose, the strong scent of fish caught his attention as it got thrown onto the shore. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as the female of the two got the fish before he'd even have the idea of taking it. Marco was more of a gatherer. He learned that taking, is better than sharing and that stealing is better than buying or trading. Way of survival, mostly....And a save of time. It wasn't that he was selfish, he'd steal for others, maybe. Never had a chance to, yet. Marco did not really have much a connection with others, he doesn't know much about society or what the heck is going on present day. Any old news would be new news, If Marco ever found out.
He watched sharply as the female plopped the fish back onto the shore, Marco had the chance to take it for himself. He walked over quickly, without saying anything and picked up the fish with his bare hands. Observing it with curious eyes, he nodded once and held the fish by the base of the tail. Carrying it by his side. The offer of the fish was pleasing to hear. Seemed like the other male had more to say than..Faeryn. Was that her name? Rolling his shoulders back he'd reply, "Well, I can obviously see that you are catching fish, no need to waste your breath telling me that." Marco spoke with monotone to his voice. Maybe a bit of annoyance. Marco always had a dislike for extra details, it confused him over the details or information that he should keep in track or didn't hear yet. He walked closer to the male, stared him directly into his eyes. He was only two feet away, standing almost like a statue. The male would squint his eyes softly before turning away and standing at the edge of the river. The two seemed friendly, so there wasn't an issue or a problem he'd have to make with them. Even if he wanted to, he'd not even bother starting a fight between both of them because of the logic of greater numbers versus him, and him only. Not a very smart idea. Looking back down at the fish he'd use two thumbs to separate the scales from the tender meat inside. Once he did a decent opening to reveal the redness, Marco would directly bite down on the fish, with a couple small bones and all. He never really cooked anything, having a strong stomach he could eat anything raw. Chewing with a tiny smile of delight, he'd turn over to them again. "You are right, these aren't too bad." He raised a brow to their question. Taking a bite out of the fish again, pulling the meat from the bones of the fish, Marco walked over until he was near enough to see their eye color. "Join catching fish that I don't need? No. I'd rather not. But, I will tell you this." He licked his lips to clear the blood from over them. Marco turned back around and sat down on the grass with the fish laying by his side. "I'll sit here and watch, listen, and I guess you can say...Communicate?" Marco sparked a smirk before ripping a piece from the fish and eating it.

[IdiotRoyalty]

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Wolf
Female
19 years old
Bisexual
Loner
Interested in: Possibly Kyle
Power level: 3
Tags: Nomad
Location: Forest

Rosalin huffed loudly before sneering at Nomad. "You're no fun, Nomad. You know I'm just messing with you, right? You're so uptight. Honestly, just loosen up a bit." Rosalin was already getting bored of him; she wondered why he couldn't at least humor her. She's been awfully lonely the past few months and the first wolf she meets is an uptight brute who can't even tell when someone is joking. Rosalin snarled at the brute, a look of madness in her eyes. Drool dripped from her mouth as she lowered herself in a fighting stance. But instead of attacking she began laughing again, this time maniacally. Her stance returned to one of playfulness. "I was kidding again. I just wanted to see how you'd react." Rosalin laughed as she distanced herself from Nomad and sat down, tilting her head. "I don't know. For a brief second your whole body changed. It was...sad."Was the best way Rosalin could describe his reaction. "It's like there's a chip on your shoulder. Just get rid of it; your life would be better without it." Rosalin said, honestly. She sighed as she laid down in defeat; Rosalin was not in the mood to talk to a wolf who didn't know how to have fun. "Who's your family? I know you have one. You just don't want to talk about them. Why is that? Do they hate you? Do you hate them? Or...did they die?" Asking this question made Rosalin's mind flood with memories of her family. For a second, Rosalin was in a field. She stood there, flowers surrounding her. A figure soon approached her and at first it was unknown to her who it was. But he came closer and she gasped as she recognized her twin brother. He stood there with a look of pure content on his face. A soft wind blew his shaggy pink hair out of his eyes. It was bright where they were and it looked as if he was a beautiful angel in the light. A real genuine smile formed on her lips as she called for him. "Hughes! It's you! I can't believe it's you." Rosalin stretched her hand out for him but he didn't come closer. Hughes? What are you doing? Come here." She said softly. But the boy turned and began to slowly walk away without responding. "Hughes! Come back! Please, Hughes!!" Tears formed in her eyes as she tried to follow him but something wouldn't let her and she couldn't budge. As Hughes walked away he slowly turned into his wolf form and before she knew it, Hughes was out of Rosalin's sight. Rosalin burst into tears as she watched her beloved brother disappear just like that night when her younger sister tore him to shreds. She wished she could just touch his face one more time. When Rosalin returned to reality she was in her human form, which she hasn't been in for awhile, and had her hand stretched out like she was going to grab something and tears spilled down her cheeks.

(Sorry for that semi-dramatic post haha.)

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Wolf
Male
18 years old
Bisexual
Fighter
Interested in: Nobody
Power level: 6
Tags: Roisin
Location: Cabin

Art continued to watch Roisin throughout their entire conversation; he couldn't help but be mesmerized by her eyes. He tried his hardest to not stare for too long but he kept catching himself staring into her eyes for long periods of time. There was something about them that made him feel something that he's never felt before. His heart raced and his stomach fluttered every time he looked into her eyes. When Roisin mentioned the food table he became bouncy; nothing made him happier than food, and of course also nature. He could spend hours talking to someone about food. Tingles danced through Art's veins when Roisin grabbed his wrist and pulled him along. A deep blush crept onto Art's face. Unaware of his actions, Art interlocked his hand with Roisin's as she handed him a glass of wine. "I could easily say that savory food is my second favorite kind of food." Art said after Roisin lightly clinked their glasses together. Art eagerly lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he let the flavor sink in. "This taste...is absolutely magnificent!" Art exclaimed, with a look of pure heaven on his face. Before truly thinking about his actions, Art chugged the rest of his glass and then set it down. When he was done, he happily sighed as he shot Roisin a grin. Art lightly squeezed Roisin's hand that he had gotten a hold of. Art turned towards the food table and squealed in absolute delight. He grabbed a few mini brownies and stuffed them into his mouth, then turned backed to Roisin as he happily chewed and swallowed them. Once again, Roisin's eyes stole Art's undivided attention. Art stood there, holding Roisin's hand, staring right into them. He didn't even try to look away; he couldn't this time. "Roisin..." Art purred. "Your eyes are so pretty! They're absolutely remarkable. Phenomenal. I wish I had such pretty eyes like you." Art giggled as he complimented the girl. The bubbly boy hummed an unknown song as he closed his eyes. He was at absolute peace right now, holding the hand of his new friend. Who knew, maybe the wine was starting to work it's magic. "So Roisin, what's your favorite color?" The young boy asked as he opened his eyes, his cheerful gaze on Roisin once again.

(Hmm...maybe a lil crush is forming here. Who knows )

[♚ Queen ♚]

MIKA

Tags: Alastair

Mika walked down the hall slowing down once she reached the foyer. Her pause was due to the new faces she saw a frown upon her lips. They had a lot of new pack members coming in since others had left apparently. She should go introduce herself, and get their names..help them to their rooms. For once though she didn't feel like it. Honestly, it was probably for the best after what she did in the Headmasters room. Her power was not controlled like most the higher ranking wolves, and most knew that. She bite her lip indecisive before heading for the front door. Maybe some fresh air would help. She could always go find Alastair, but if he was busy she didn't want to interrupt. She had just opened the door when she paused surprise in her gaze as she stared at none other then Alastair. He was in wolf form gazing up at the night sky, and a soft smile came to her lips. A flash of white light, and she made her way towards him. Golden pelt with amber eyes glowing she buried her nose into his scruff as she reached him settling beside him. Slowly she looked up at the stars a comforting silence between them for the moment. She was leaning against his shoulder with her tail inching its way around her paws. It was beautiful, peaceful, and she hummed her appreciation.