❦ Evergreen Reservation ❦ {Werewolf RP} Accepting

[WildlingQueen]

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Ｅｌｓｐｅｔｈ Ｋｎｉｇｈｔ
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female
22 years old
pansexual
loner
wolf/human
possible interest in
kieran
power level 4
location: the reservation,
near the cabin
tags: kieran
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The ebony she-wolf’s brilliant, ice blue eyes were almost ethereal against the darkness of the night, making her presence seem almost eerie. She turned her head towards the brute that walked beside her, his paw-steps reverberating through her ears, reminding her she was not alone among the forest’s trees. She awaited the answer to her question as his silence shivered through the night, broken only by the sound of his voice ringing in her ears. She turned to him with a roll of her eyes and allowed a small chuckle to escape her maw, “Thanks, captain obvious” she remarked, nudging his shoulder with her own as she continued forward. Her own paw-steps melded with his, leaving the air echoing with the sound of a single wolf, rather than two. He was right, though, the howl had obviously meant something, sure it hadn’t tugged on her instincts, but it must have called to the wolves of the pack as the howl seemed to have commanded those around it. She blinked carefully, her eyes scanning the forest line until the cabin came into view. She paused, missing a beat for a second as she stared at the large structure. She hadn’t slept in a bed, nor been housed inside a building since she had left her original pack, so often curled up in her wolf form in the den of some animal that had long since departed, she was taken aback by the sheer size. Suddenly, she remembered the warmth of curling up beneath blankets, skin caressed by the silken layer of sheets. She turned towards him, her ears flicking forward as she wondered what he thought, but the question that escaped his maw answered her own. She turned back to the cabin, flustered only momentarily. She hadn’t entirely thought of what they were to do once they came upon the cabin. Tilting her head back slightly, she flared her nostrils, inhaling the scents. Wolves filled every inch of the cabin, their human selves shuffling about within its walls, a few wolves seemed to have made their way outside but none seemed close enough to truly worry about. She tilted her head to the side, listening to the hum of voices, her mind racing back to her own pack days, her mother chattering with her siblings… her brothers fighting outside, tooth and claw meeting skin and fur. She shook her head, ruffling her fur and erasing the memories from her thoughts before turning towards the brute. “We should get a lay of the land, figure out this area, you know, in case we ever want to visit,” she remarked, nudging him as she remembered the friend that he had claimed to have within the lands. Then, another question popped into her mind “Is your friend here?” she asked, curiosity burning in her paws. She shifted slightly, the sound of dirt crunching beneath her heavy paws. She wondered if he could tell his friend apart from the other wolves. Would they be willing to come greet them? Or would they chase them out like the loners they were? She didn’t feel the need to voice her thoughts, surely he was worrying enough over the amount of wolves that shuffled about in the dead of night, he didn’t need to worry about the possibility that his friend would be just as unwelcoming as the other wolves.

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Ａｌａｓｔａｉｒ Ｂｒｉｍｓｔｏｎｅ
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male
20 years old
heterosexual
beta
wolf/human
interested in mika
power level 10
location: outside the cabin
tags: mika
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Deep blue irises sparkled with the light of a thousand stars as they watched the sky, the dark brutes emotions churning within his stomach. Not only was he nervous about the future that was now laid out before him, but a tinge of hunger rumbled deep within his abdomen. So, caught up in his own mind, he barely heard the shuffling of paws as an all too familiar scent wrapped itself around him. Mika had decided to join the massive brute, her pelt mingling with his as she leaned against his shoulder. A silence so comfortable it almost hurt filled the empty air. He leaned back into her, his nose resting on her ear for a split second, showing his affection before he at last turned his blue eyes to her pelt. He pushed himself to his paws, watching as she straightened herself up, her eyes meeting his “come on, let’s walk” he stated, a soft smile spreading across his maw. Quickly, he leaned in, touching his nose to her muzzle momentarily before he returned his eyes towards the forest. He knew the she-wolf beside him may one day become his mate, and the affection that had built in his heart reminded him of this, but his human self still held slight apprehension, not because he didn’t feel for the woman she was but because he was afraid to get close. However, his wolf longed for her at his side, and quite frankly it seemed to feel right. If he were to take the she-wolf as his mate, would she earn the rank of beta as other packs did occasionally or would she remain as omega, low in the pack despite her power? He didn’t very well mind either way, in fact, he cared very little for where her rank landed her so long as she was at his side, pelt pressed firmly against his own. He nudged her before starting towards the forest, heavy paws thudding lightly against the ground.

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Ｆａｅｒｙｎ "Ｒｙｎ" Ｃｒｉｓｔａｌｉａ
✪
female
19 years old
pansexual
loner
wolf/human
possible interest in nick
power level 8
location: the river
tags: nick, marco
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Pale green eyes traced the man before them, ears flickering as she watched him carefully. He took the fish she had thrown onto the shore and dangled it by its tail. The dead fish hung limply, swaying slightly from the movement, her ears pinning themselves against her head. She hadn’t caught the fish for him, but she didn’t feel like arguing and instead she returned her gaze towards Nick’s eyes seemed to follow the man too, but the friendly glimmer in his eyes differed from her wary one. She turned her head towards the newcomer and flicked her ear “where are you from” she asked, her head tilting slightly as she questioned him. She shifted her paws, letting the water splash around them as she awaited an answer. She hadn’t scented this wolf around before, but that certainly didn’t mean he hadn’t been around for just as long as her. She wasn’t as adventurous as other wolves, too aware of her small stature. She stayed relatively far away from the reservation and other wolves. In fact, if Nick’s scent hadn’t appeared to her so soon before he himself appeared she would have turned the other way and never have met him. That thought made her pause and her eyes traced Nick’s pelt, blinking as she realized how grateful she was to have met the brute beside her.

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Ｎｏｍａｄ Ｂｒｉｇｈｔ
✪
male
20 years old
heterosexual
loner
wolf/human
no love interest
power level 9
location: forest
tags: rosalin
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Nomad’s ears relaxed and it seemed as though his body momentarily loosened before he narrowed his eyes again, he hadn’t had much interaction and the she-wolf before him was overwhelming his senses. He tilted his head slightly “I am plenty fun if I choose to be” he grumbled, allowing himself to fall back on his haunches. His head tilted slightly, back paw reaching out to scratch his ear. In a rare moment of innocence, his tongue lulled out to the side, relishing in the relief he felt. He immediately snapped his jaw shut and returned his milky brown eyes to the she-wolf. When she had asked about family, he paused again, his brothers face popping up in his mind, haunting him. He didn’t know where his brother was or if the brute was even still alive. Was he a loner like himself or was he a pack wolf now? Certainly not a pack wolf, he had always been a free spirit, something so different from himself. He blinked carefully, tail swaying slightly before returning to the reality of the she-wolf before him, but she herself had seemed to disappear into her own world, she murmured, tears welling in her eyes just as a bright light assaulted his eyes. Suddenly, she was no longer a wolf, but a human girl, her eyes sullen, sad, her emotions rolling from her skin like waves along the shore line. He blinked, now was his chance to attack, but as his lip drew back over his fangs, something stopped him. It was the emptiness that seemed to fill the girl's eyes and something else he couldn’t quite place a paw on. Suddenly, everything about the brute seemed to shift. Her hand held out like it was reaching for something, he moved forward and placed his muzzle in the palm of her hand. A rare show of kindness he hadn’t had in quite some time. His ears flicked forward as tears streamed down the girl's face, uncertainty rolling through his pelt.

[IdiotRoyalty]

Looks
More looks
Wolf
Female
19 years old
Bisexual
Hunter
Interested in: Nobody
Power level: 5
Tags: Nomad
Location: Forest

The night of the attack started off like any other night. A chilly breeze swayed the trees and the wolves' coats. Rosalin and her entire family, except her sister, sat around a large dining table that was covered with food and they all lightly chatted as they ate. Rosalin and Hughes closely sat next to each other on the bench and they quietly talked to only each other. The 18 year olds kept to themselves and didn't interact with many others. They had their own inside jokes and hand signals for certain things. They were awfully afraid of talking to people. Many respected them only because their parents were well known and kind but they never really knew the twins because of the bubble they had. Someone had started to vigorously shake the door knob which made the family jump. Bursting through the door was none other than Robin, in wolf form. Her coat stood up in anger and drool dripped from her mouth. Robin first lunged at the 13 year old Hugo who was shocked out of his mind. From then on it was a bloodbath. Screams of absolute terror rang in Rosalin's ear as she witnessed her family die and she soon realized the screams came from herself. Rosalin tried her hardest to protect her twin brother. An instinct like no other took over when Robin pounced on Hughes. Fury rushed through her; she was not about to let her light, Hughes, burn out. But it couldn't be helped. Rosalin, a power of 5, was no match for Robin, a power of 7. While her heart broke at the sight, Rosalin shook viciously. Rosalin was unable to comprehend what just happened and therefore she did not realize her sister began advancing her quickly until a set of sharp teeth dug into her shoulder. Crying out in pain, Rosalin swatted at Robin until she came to her senses. Wide eyed and traumatized at what she did, Robin ran out of the house, leaving Rosalin behind. Although it broke her heart to do it, Rosalin spent the next day cleaning up the bodies of her pack members while her shoulder ached in immense pain. She left the camp sight with the clothes on her back and began living a loner life. She had nobody after that and the loneliness got to her, breaking her, turning her into something that she never thought she'd be.

Rosalin felt something soft touch her hand and she immediately knew it was Nomad. The feeling of being touched after not being touched for almost a year overwhelmed her. She didn't know how much she truly missed physical contact until now. Rosalin lightly pet the muzzle of the brute but falling to her knees. With both hands, Rosalin lightly gripped the brute and pulled him forward into a hug. The girl nuzzled her face into Nomad's neck as she sobbed quietly, and held onto him. Emotions flooded Rosalin's mind, which left her unable to process what was happening. The soft fur of the stranger was something that Rosalin did not want to left go of. She didn't want to let go of the brute, of the first person she's touched in a long time. Letting go would take away the only sense of comfort she has had since the incident. Rosalin gripped onto the wolf even tighter as she uttered four simple words. "Please don't leave me." This was not going to be the one and only time she would talk to Nomad. Rosalin was going to make sure of that. She was not going to let go of yet another person even if she had just met him.

[♚ Queen ♚]

MIKA

Tags: Alastair

She rested with him letting the silence swirl around them like a comfortable blanket. When he moved though she turned to look at him studying his expression. His words reached her, and she gave a small nod letting out soft happy rumbles as he touched her tenderly with nose, and muzzle. Her human self worried about this. Her wolf was getting closer, and closer to his wolf. If they didn't work out as humans what would they do. She blinked as her wolf snarled at her in their mind as if to say she had no choice. She frowned at this but let her wolf stay in control at the moment. Don't get her wrong his human self was..she felt herself giving in to him being her mate okay. But there still felt like a wall between them..but from his end..or hers. Mika padded beside him heading for the woods her golden pelt obviously touching his. She leaned in to lap softly at his muzzle with her tongue before her amber eyes turned playful. She suddenly bowled him over knowing she only did so because it was surprise. She leaned over him nipping at his muzzle, scruff, and tugging on his ear as her tail swayed behind her. She then jumped off him running for the tree line, and the beginning of their walk. Little did she know what they would be walking into when they returned home. At the moment her focus was on him..courting him..and nothing more.

[feather_light_flight]

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[ Nicholas ]
"You exist in time, but belong to eternity..."
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Nick smiled at the loner digging into the raw fish,
and glanced at the fae beside him, who was obviously
wary of the other brute. He leaned down, smiling
softly as he caught her gaze, "Don't worry. Plenty
of fish in the river. Let him have his fill. We can cook
up more tonight, and have a feast for ourselves."

Nick's eyes twinkled as he turned from the fae beside
him to the brute at the shore, "How many more
fish would you like? There's plenty swimming by."
His offer was one of service, and was unusual between
loners, but as had been shown, Nick was a peaceful soul,
and a pleasant company.

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[ Cybil ]
"On the whole, human beings want to be good,
but not too good, and not quite all the time..."
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Cybil watched the pack seperate, ignoring to omega's
crass comment, and heading into the kitchen for some
food. Van hadn't shown up to the coronation. And she sensed
his scent trail leaving the front door. He had left. Just like
Benji and Violet. It pained the alpha, she wouldn't lie. But
she trusted that his rank would too be filled. She had to think
about the pack first, letting feelings like heart break consume
her would do no good. As was the way of the wolf.

Plucking a stray dot of lint from her tight dress, the girl shed
her jacket and perched on a bar stool, rolling an apple back and
forth across the counter as she thought over the various futures
of the pack.

[WildlingQueen]

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Ａｌａｓｔａｉｒ Ｂｒｉｍｓｔｏｎｅ
✪
male
20 years old
heterosexual
beta
wolf/human
interested in mika
power level 10
location: forest
tags: mika, nomad, rosalin
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Alastair shook out his pelt, smiling as he felt Mika’s golden fur brush against his. His muscles seemed to relax, but the moment his steps turned light, she bowled him over, her canine snapping playful at his ears and scruff. He couldn’t help the hearty laugh that burst from his chest, tail swaying lightly as he laid on his back. When she leapt off, he heard her paws slam against the ground before they started towards the forest line. He struggled to his paws, shaking the dirt from his pelt before darting after her. The darkness swallowed him whole, but her golden pelt still radiated in the darkness. He kept his pace slightly behind her, watching her as she loped through the forest. He carefully avoided fallen debris, eyes sparkling with deep affection and the affection wasn’t just his wolf form, it was his human form. Despite his wariness, he knew his wolf form wanted her as a mate. They had clicked immediately and she had elicited a reaction he had never had before, despite girlfriends he had had prior. She was different, something tugged at his heart when he watched her. Her muscles rippled beneath her taught pelt and an approving rumble grew in his chest. He shook out his pelt as he ran, finally allowing his pace to pick up, slowing only when his paw-steps matched hers. A smile was spread across her maw, and almost mischievous glint in her eyes. Just as he was going to turn to her, his paws slamming against the ground, a scent overwhelmed his nose. “Wait” he remarked, flicking his ears forward as he skidded to a stop. The scent was familiar, he had confronted this wolf before, he was sure of it. “There are loners around” he remarked shaking out his pelt, his hackles raising dangerously. He turned to her before tossing his head to the side and heading towards the scent. The sound of her paw-steps behind him relaxed him only slightly, his tail swaying slightly but his muscles stayed rigid, determined. He trotted forward, ears twitching listening for the sounds of wolves, catching only the slight hum of voices. When the scent became stronger, the sight of a human caught his eyes. Her hair was dull pink, dangling over her shoulder and tears streamed down her face. In her hand, rested the muzzle of the all too familiar loner. He had chased the male from his territory several times, the last time ending in a ferocious fight, one that left him with a nick in his ear. He held no grudge over the male, knowing that his territory wasn’t technically his, but it still ruffled his fur to see the wolf again. He turned to Mika, his deep blue eyes penetrating the darkness “Loners” he remarked, his paws shifting. He stepped forward, a growl rumbling through his throat as both heads snapped towards him. One human face, stained with tears, the other a wolf’s muzzle, lips drawn back in a dangerous snarl. Alastair allowed his own lips to pull up over his maw, exposing glistening canines, saliva dripping from their tips. He felt Mika’s fur graze his, her own hackles raised defensively, but Alastair had no intentions of attacking. Knowing the wolf before him he was aware of the strength this single wolf held in his muscles. He turned towards Mika and nudged her gently, “We need a fighter, don’t we?” he murmured, low enough that only Mika could hear him “I know this may be completely out of line, but this male here, he would be a perfect fighter” he remarked, flicking his ears towards the brute whose eyes now held a hint of confusion, though his muscles still rippled beneath his pelt. He blinked cautiously, “what do you think?” he asked softly, voice low, head dipped towards Mika.

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Ｆａｅｒｙｎ "Ｒｙｎ" Ｃｒｉｓｔａｌｉａ
✪
female
19 years old
pansexual
loner
wolf/human
possible interest in nick
power level 8
location: river
tags: nick, marco
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Faeryn’s pale green eyes stayed glued to the man on the shore, watching as he devoured the fish before him, she only pulled herself back to the river when Nick’s soft voice reverberated through her ears. She found it difficult to allow the brute to help himself to her catch but she nodded, flicking her ears to Nick. A smile spread across her maw at the mention of a feast for two later and she couldn’t help but nudge him gently with her hip. Her tail swayed behind her as she returned her gaze to the water beneath her, lapping at her paws and splashing up against her legs. She shook out her pelt watching the way the fish darted through her legs, eager to get to their destination. Her jaw salivated slightly, ear flickering towards a rustle in the bushes which she knew was Val, sizing up the man that sat at the rivers edge. She blinked, her muzzle slipping through the water with precision, her jaw clasping around a sleek, slimy fish. She tossed it backwards towards Val, the fish landing close by, flopping against the ground. Val crept forward before he leapt towards the fish, his elongated jaws piercing the flesh of the fish, splitting its spinal cord quickly. She smiled softly at her feline companion, shaking out her pelt with approval. She flashed her pale green eyes towards the man, wary of his reaction to Val, if Val were to be spotted among the underbrush. She blinked and turned towards Nick “I’ll help you” she remarked after his question to the brute at the river side.

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✪
male
20 years old
heterosexual
loner
wolf/human
no love interest
power level 9
location:
tags:
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wip

[♚ Queen ♚]

MIKA

Tags: Alastair, Nomad, and Rosaline

Mika ran comfortable in her stride not pushing herself as if she was in danger, but enough to keep a teasing distance ahead of her ma.. Alastair. She bounded over brushes, and fallen logs only to slide her plump form under things she couldn't leap over. She didn't know how long they ran, but eventually she felt Alastair catch up. She felt a subtle shift of direction from him making her brace for the playful attack - that never came. He said wait then slowed down making her slide to a stop in confusion. "Ala -," She cut off when he spoke her demeanor changing to worry as she inhaled the air through her nose. Sure enough the smell of loners was strong, and she grimaced thinking of her last experience with one plus her wound. She still fell into step behind her beta though when he went tracking the scent. She would never leave him alone to face something that could be dangerous. Her golden pelt bristled along her spine as her amber gaze lite up to a dangerous red. She didn't reveal her canines just yet though until the loners came in sight. Immediately she felt the rush of a power, and her eyes darted to the brute she felt it rolling off of. She tensed her small frame at the sight of how big he was before eyeing the human. She had been crying, and Mika's gaze briefly became confused. What had they just walked into? Her hackles remained defensive until she felt a nudge. Slowly she turned to look at Alastair her ears flicking. She gave a slow nod in answer not liking were this was going. "They are loners though.." she replied softly back her tone holding a slight growl. When he vouched for the male though she slowly looked over at the brute letting her gaze score over his body. Normally she would blush at doing this, but there was no emotion behind it. Her wolf had decided her mate, and wasn't interested in any other male. She turned to look back at Alastair. "I trust your judgement. If they wish to join then okay, but if that female even so much as licks you..My wolf is going to lose it." She warned having been purposefully not looking at the other female. Her wolf knew Alastair wasn't committed to her yet, and at this point saw any female as a challenger to what was hers. Her human part groaned putting her face into her hands before giving her wolf back the reigns..slightly

[WildlingQueen]

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✪
male
20 years old
heterosexual
beta
wolf/human
interested in mika
power level 10
location: forest, cabin
tags: mika, nomad, rosalin,
cybil
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The dark brown brute nodded and turned his gaze towards the two “We need wolves, one of them being a fighter. I know you are an excellent fighter and as beta of the pack, I ask that you join us” he turned his gaze to the female “you as well” he offered, flicking his ears forward. His gaze held a harsh command and as the brute looked at him, his voice dripping with sarcasm, he allowed his power to expand, touching the three wolves around him. He pulled it back momentarily, as the brute growled hackles raising. He shook out his pelt and tilted his head “So?” he asked, flicking his ears forward. The brute stood silently for a moment, gaze flickering between the two. Alastair’s jaw parted in a yawn, flashing his canines, his pink tongue curling before his jaw snapped shut. He wasn’t being outright aggressive, simply passively showing his canines and the power they held. When the brute answered, relief settled over him. He blinked with relief and turned towards Mika, the female’s tears still rolling down her cheeks. “Mika, would you mind taking care of her?” he questioned, though it came out as more of a command, knowing despite him wanting her as a mate, he still had to keep his dominance as beta. However, he leaned in close, allowing his tongue to draw itself across her muzzle. He smiled softly, eyes reflecting the affection he held. “I’m going to take him back, I’ll see you at the cabin” he remarked before leaning in closely his voice dropping to a soft whisper “And we can spend some time together without interruptions” he remarked, a smile crossing his maw as he nudged her gently with his muzzle. He shook out his fur before turning back to the brute “Alright, join me, I’m going to take you to meet the alpha” he remarked, blinking as she turned back towards the cabin. He heard the brute’s paw-steps behind him, and he turned facing him. When they were out of earshot of the others he spoke up “So, Nomad, right?” he asked, assuring that he had remembered the proper name. The brute huffed, causing his ears to flick back and a sarcastic smile spreading across his maw. “I think you’ll be a great fighter, as long as Cybil accepts you. You held your own against me” he remarked smirking slightly. The brute turned away, ears flicking backward, pinning them to his skull. Alastair rolled his eyes, deciding to remain silent until they reached the cabin, which didn’t take too long. He blinked carefully as the cabin came into view and shook out his pelt “That’s the cabin, come on” he remarked, leaping forward, paws slamming against the ground with such power. Nomad joined him, his paws landing against the ground just as heavily as Alastair himself. As they approached the cabin, Alastair slid to a stop and turned towards the brute “Wait here and DON’T disappear” he stated, shaking out his pelt as he trotted towards the entrance, shifting into his human form. He slid through the front door, eyes flickering to those still milling around within the building “Cybil” he called, running a hand through his hair, deep blue eyes searching the shapes for his alpha.

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Ｎｏｍａｄ Ｂｒｉｇｈｔ
✪
male
20 years old
heterosexual
loner
wolf/human
no love interest
power level 9
location: forest, cabin
tags: mika, alastair,
rosalin
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Nomad felt the softness of skin on his muzzle, her hand trailing the bridge of his nose until it slunk around his neck and pulled him closely. His head tucked against her chest, his muzzle tensing. He wasn’t used to the close contact and preferably he didn’t enjoy it. He longed to pull away, but her emotions froze him in his place. He allowed her to wrap her arms around him, mingling and twisting around his fur. He felt the wetness of tears fall to his muzzle, his nose twitching in response. However, it was her words that shook him. He couldn’t respond, didn’t know how to, but luckily, didn’t have to. The scent of wolves caressed his nose just as the bushes near him rustled. His head shot up, ripping out of her grasp, lip pulling back into a snarl. His eyes roved over the brute and fae that stood before him, eyes narrowing as they once again stopped at the brute. The dark brown pelt and scent seemed all too familiar. The growl that rumbled in his chest made him flick his ears forward, catching sight of the nick in the wolf’s ear. He flicked his ears forward as the brute leaned in and whispered to the female, much too taken aback to say anything. Suddenly, recognition settled into his mind, this was the wolf he had fought so ferociously with, the one who had left the scar across his muzzle. He blinked, tilting his head slightly, confusion filling his milky brown eyes. Suddenly the brute looked up and again his hackles rose, but they fell sharply at his question “I’m sorry what?” he asked, a sarcastic tone in his voice. Was the brute serious? Join a pack? He wanted to laugh harshly but the brute looked at him with such force and suddenly, power seemed to wrap around him, shaking him slightly, though his power level almost matched his. He growled sharply but allowed his hackles to lay flat against his spine. It took him several moments before he huffed, ears pinning to his head “Yeah, fine, I’ll join” he grumbled, shaking out his pelt as the brute smiled. He couldn’t help the growl that formed in his chest, eyes trailing the two as he leaned in to speak with the she-wolf. He rolled his eyes, sensing the affection that lingered between the two. “gross” he mumbled though no one heard him. When the brute headed out he followed closely, ears flicking though he refused to answer any of the brute’s inquiries, huffing in response or turning his head away, ears pinned to his head. When at last, silence fell between the two, he felt his muscles relax. The sensation of calm lasted only several moments, before the walls of the cabin and the scent of the pack overwhelmed his senses. A snarl built up in his throat as he turned towards the brute. They approached the front and like nothing, he left him there, shifting into his human form. He tilted his head slightly, blinking cautiously at the brute. With a huff, he collapsed to the ground, ears flicking forward, paw rubbing his nose in an attempts block the scent of the wolves.

[BetrayedSoul]

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

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

His eyes detected the worrisome glare that the female portrayed toward him. He wasn't so sure why most give him that look. It's not like he is some serial killer, or rabid beast. Yet, he couldn't blame her. He didn't trust anyone he met, no matter how friendly they are. He'd understand why the worry she had tinting her eyes. Taking a piece of the fish, he'd hold it near his mouth while she chewed at it slowly. The blood dripped down his chin and onto his black pants that he wore and onto the grass. Upon the question of Faeryn made him raise a eyebrow. Clearing his throat, and finishing off the fish-piece he was eating, Marco tilted his head. "Well, well. Aren't you a curious one?" He sparked a smile before a light scoff escaped him. Marco licked the blood off his lips again before glancing at Nick at the same time the female did. Squinting his eyes ever so slightly, he'd look back at Faeryn. "I am from the forest, always been..Always will be." He didn't want to exactly spill everyone out, so he was being pretty vague about where he lived and what-not. Especially his secret home in the tree. Wonderful home that he built by himself, pretty proud of it. His eyes slowly switched into Nick's view. Staring directly at him with a sharp stare. Nice-soul he had. Yet, everyone also had secrets or a dark passenger on their shoulder. Taking the wheel occasionally when things go downhill. With Marco, he made friends with his dark-side. So, its just there. Sighing softly, Marco took another bite from the small fish, almost finishing with it. The loner wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve before looking away from Nick. "Uh, are you just being nice or was that sarcasm?" Narrowing his eyes again, he'd throw the carcass behind him and stand up. "I'm fine." He'd watch the two of them with silence, he honestly didn't have anything else to do. Another fish would be thrown at the shore-side. He eyed the little animal who had came out of hiding to gobble up the fish. Smiling softly at the feline, he'd walk over and observe the little creature. Marco looked back at them. "This yours?"

[♚ Queen ♚]

MIKA

Tags: Alastair, Nomad, and Rosaline

She fell silent as Alastair took her words then addressed the male. Her gaze shifted to the female finally locking onto her to make sure she made no threatening moves. Alastair could manage the male, but it didn't seem to be needed. The male agreed with little to no fuss which made Mika look at him a bit surprised. Sure, Alastair had to use his power a bit which rolled off her like water.. it was nothing compared to his actual power. Mika's amber gaze turned to look at lq in surprise when he ordered her to handle the female planning on going ahead alone. She warily looked at the other male before slowly nodding her head. This was an order, and she knew he would be okay. "Yea, no problem. Just.. be safe." She muttered to him closing her eyes as he soothed her with his touches. His words though had her flashing her eyes open to look at him. A shiver went through her, and she let out," I'm holding you too that." Her tone was a bit husky, and she cleared her throat before watching the two walk away. After a moment she shifted her attention too the human girl. "You okay?" She finally asked trying to be polite if this female really wanted to join the pack despite her being a loner. "Come on, if you wish to go with you friend..we can head out now, and be right behind them." She told her waiting for her to shift back to wolf.

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[ Cybil ]
"On the whole, human beings want to be good,
but not too good, and not quite all the time..."
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Cybil heard Alistair's voice and stood up, wandering
out of the kitchen to find Alistair standing in front of
a male, a loner by his scent. Her shimmering blue
eyes sparkling with curiousity as she approached
the Beta, who she felt much more comfortable
around after the ceremony.

"And who is this?" Her voice was strong,
but sweet. Remanescent of honeysuckle and
spring time. Blonde curls fell from the girl's
shoulders, revealing all bare skin and collar
bone as she knelt down- skirt hiking up her
thighs- to inspect the wolf that had flopped
onto the cabin floor. She seemed unafraid of
him snapping or anything, and so reached out to
run lithe fingers over his fur, almost as if she were
appraising his potential, which she technically
was.

Growing up in a breeding pack, Cybil had
learned how to spot a strong wolf from a mile
away. The brute certainly had the stench of
a loner, but his fur was thick and warm, and
his eyes gleamed with intelligence.
"I assume you want him to fill the spot
Vandyke left behind?" She said the name
blandly, as if she were speaking of the weather.