❦ Evergreen Reservation ❦ {Werewolf RP} Accepting

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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 grinned, lunging just enough to the side to avoid
Nomad's sharp claws. With a hard growl the girl planted
her paws on his shoulders, forcing him down where
she climbed on top of him. Her hind claws prodded
at his fleshy stomach and her mouth hovered right over
his neck. With a grin she shifted back to human,
a petite blonde perched cross legged on the massive
form of his wolf.

"Nice. You have excellent defense, and a good
value of when to attack. You're strong, and clever.
Welcome to the Evergreen Pack." Her silver blonde
hair seemed to sway in the breeze, like ribbons dancing
through the empty air. She breathed deeply, but didn't
seem horribly tired. Her gaze switched from the wolf
beneath her to Alistair at the edge of the green,
"Thank you for finding him Alistair, I expect he'll
do well for the pack."

[feyre.archeron]

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Ａｌａｓｔａｉｒ Ｂｒｉｍｓｔｏｎｅ
✪
male
20 years old
heterosexual
beta
wolf/human
interested in mika
power level 10
location: cabin, forest
tags: cybil, nomad, rosalin,
his mika
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Alastair watched quietly from the edge of the grass, his deep blue eyes locked on the pair. He was impressed with how well they matched each other in battle, but he couldn’t help the swell of pride for his alpha when she shifted, her petite body sitting atop Nomad’s exposed stomach. Nomad had a look of confusion plastered across his face, but he made no moves to shake her off, at least not yet. He dipped his head respectfully to his Alpha before shifting back into wolf form. “We have another loner that we found, Mika is with her now, I am going to go find her” he remarked, dipping his head to the alpha before turning, heavy paws landing with precision against the ground. The moon still hung in the sky and darkness still wrapped around the forest, leaving him, for the most part, well hidden among the shadows as he tracked the path he and Nomad had taken. It wasn’t long before Mika’s scent wrapped around him, making his wolf self shiver. He flicked his ears towards the place he had left and opened his maw, inhaling the scent of Mika and the she-wolf in her company. He slowed, pacing forward carefully, hackles raised as a reminder of his dominance. When their forms came into view he let out a breath of relief “Hey Mika, how is it going?” he asked softly, taking his place next to the female once again, blinking carefully to the she wolf. He allowed his pelt to brush hers closely, abnormally close for just two pack members.

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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: river
tags: nick, marco
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Faeryn’s muzzle snapped up, turning towards the brute as he approached Val, her ears flicking, eyes narrowing. “Valdemar can be finicky” she remarked, watching as the small black cat’s head snapped up towards the man. Though he didn’t hiss, he stood protectively over the fish Ryn had tossed to him. She smiled at the brute, and nudged him with her muzzle, thankful for the words he offered, though beneath her pelt, she reddened, growing hot with his comment on the cuteness of her and Val. She turned towards the brute again, watching his interaction with her companion closely. She flicked her ears towards Nick, casting a sideways glance at him, admiring the way the water glistened from his pelt, his muscles rolling beneath his taught pelt. She turned back towards the river, allowing herself to relax. If Val felt generally comfortable, the surely she could relax some. With a playful grin, she took her paw and splashed it upwards at Nick’s maw, a laugh bubbling out of her chest as she leapt forward, water splashing outwards from her paws. She watched the water with a deep interest, her eyes glistening with joy before she turned down to watch the fish scurry faster through the water, fear rippling from their scales. She could feel their vibrations in the water, which left her pleased and again a large smile spread across her maw.

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Ｎｏｍａｄ Ｂｒｉｇｈｔ
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male
20 years old
heterosexual
loner
wolf/human
will be interested
in cybil
power level 9
location: cabin
tags: alastair, cybil
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Nomad felt her paws land on his shoulders, his own missing her just barely. She pushed him towards the ground, flipping him to his back. He gazed up at her with surprise as her claws dug themselves into the softness of his stomach. He blinked, confused and in utter disbelief as she welcomed him to the pack, her human form suddenly resting upon his stomach. He was too shocked to do much of anything or even to push her off. However, as Alastair’s scent vanished into the forest he shook himself back to reality, pushing her with his paws until she slid from his stomach. He pushed himself to his paws and shook out his pelt, turning to her with a look of slight respect, something rarely found in his dark eyes. “Well, that was certainly unexpected” he muttered, sitting back on his haunches. His dark eyes remained focused on her, sizing her up, utterly confused as to how such a small wolf could possibly beat him. He hadn’t lost a fight since Alastair. Which had been months and months ago, so how had she so easily put him in his place. He tilted his head slightly “So, princess, you’re the alpha huh?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow curiosity. How had she claimed her place, the curiosity strangled him tightly in its grasp as he watched her.

[feather_light_flight]

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[ Nicholas ]
"You exist in time, but belong to eternity..."
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Nick laughed as the girl splashed him, turning and butting
into her shoulder playfully. His bright eyes, glittered
with happiness as he splashed the fae back. "Come on,
I think we have enough fish. We should get to shore and
start frying them up." As he spoke, he waded his way
back to shore, glancing back at the fae.

{Male muse is ded, forgive me.}

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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 grinned at the man, curling her legs under
her as she brushed honey bangs behind her pale
ear. "I was actually beta originally. My old pack
bred to get stronger wolves, and so I come from
a long line of powerful betas. But our original alpha
left, and so by pack law I got promoted." Her eyes
glittered happily as she rocked back and forth, eyeing
the new brute. "You're a pretty good fighter. I'm
glad Alistair brought you in."

[♚ Queen ♚]

MIKA

Tags: Alastair & Rosaline

Mika shifted uncomfortable as she waited for the female to say something, or do something. She didn't really know what she was getting herself into with a tear streaked girl. It wasn't so much she was worried about a fight as despite her demeanor she was actually a really good fighter. Not that anyone knew it in the pack yet, and she would like to keep it that way. If push came to shove she doubted anyone in the pack could win against her..Cybil would be a challenge, and so would Alastair. Speaking of her mate, and she might as well call him that due to her wolf not accepting it any other way. She smelt him nearing, and frowned since that meant they had been in the same spot for a bit. She turned her head to peer over her shoulder a small wave of her tail showing as she spotted him. He was like a shadow pulling away from its comfortable darkness with his dark pelt. Her eyes ate him up hungrily as his words swirled about her audits. She waited until he settled beside her closing her eyes to place her head against his shoulder before speaking softly," I'm still waiting for her to respond, but how was it at camp?" She asked wondering if it was wise to leave a loner with the pack. Which she realized was foolish because her pack could handle one loner just fine. "Did Cybil approve?" She asked letting her curiosity shine through.

[BetrayedSoul]

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

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

His eyes touched softly to Val's eyes. He always loved animals, yet at times he did have to kill them. Survival of the fittest, right? Marco calmly sat down next to the feline, at a safe but near distance. Smiling a sensitive smile across the usual poker-face that he had. His gray eyes become gentle toward the pet, yet as soon as he snapped back to reality, his dark gaze popped over once more. Turning his head over to Nick, he'd scoff at his response, shaking his head. "Well, whatever you think you are, never know if you are in war till a spark starts."Marco smirked at the male, making his eyes into small slits. Marco enjoyed messing around or tossing out tiny threats. Loved the reaction of them, if any. Just the thought of turning someone's world upside down, when actually it has never been tipped over (Bluff), is amusing. Sighing softly he'd roll his eyes back to the cat next to him."They may be just fish, but war can easily break over the smallest of things...Just like the water-swimmers in that river. Fish availability goes down, which strikes out fights over portions of food. Yet, only if...."Marco would ramble on, yet more to himself as his mind drifts away once more. Usually causing him to zone out completely. When thoughts come over one another; It is just a wall being built in his mind which blocks out reality and brings on more questions to be growing in there, rather than having them fly right out.
Marco snapped once more back to reality once the feline crawled over the fish that it was eating, probably thought that Marco had the idea of taking it."Val."Saying the cat's name once Nick told him. He'd see the cat's tail flick at its name being said. "What a marvelous thing, may I say, being able to trust someone so much to even follow someone like that. Not knowing if their will be traps set in the next step it takes." Marco spoke with his dense Russian accent before looking back at the two playing around in the river. He turned his attention toward them. Assuming he must of ruined their fun of just being there. Too bad. he'd think before holding out a finger in front of the cat's nose, hoping maybe if the cat trusted him or would catch his scent before he pet the cute feline. Yet, it seemed that his time with the cat will be shortened. He overheard the male's conversation. Marco's emotionless face returned as he got up and ignored the cat completely. Quite sad actually. While one relationship builds, his relation to the cat was just starting. Life can just be a disappointment of surprises and consequences. Technically the two won't be fully returning back to the cabin, just to the shore. Yet, his 1 to 1 with the cat wouldn't be worth it without actually being alone. So he stopped gaining trust immediately. "Well, I can get going if you want to enjoy your time to be with each other. Seems like you appreciate that more than me staying." He glided his fingertips through his hair before stepping a few step backs before turning around. It was time for him to be elsewhere. Before he vanished into the forest, he'd turn around toward them once more. "By the way, the fish tastes better when raw."Marco pivoted toward the forest and disappeared from sight.

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B-a-s-t-i-l-l-e || M-a-t-h-e-w-s

Age: 19
Rank: Lead Fighter
Form: Human
Location: Forest > House
Mood: Angry+Uninterested
Tags: Cybil+Nomad

"How dare did he pick me to go away to another pack." Bas held his fist tightly around the leather grip of his father's dagger in his right hand. He held it so tightly that veins started to appear along his arm. He still hadn't fully accepted the fact that he got sent away, out of all the others...It just had to be him. Bastille was happy, he was actually a good lead for his pack. Yet, for him to get picked? That crossed the line. Letting out a yell of frustration he slashed his dagger across a dead tree branch off to the right of him. The metal sliced right through, like a blade through water. Efficient, just like he was trained to be in his line of duty of being a lead fighter. Violently kicked the branch off the path he was on, he'd continue his way stomping through the dense part of the forest. Bastille swiped the knife across the fabric of his black shirt, for both sides of the blade. He'd gotten extremely annoyed as humidity rose and the heat just was a pain to walk under at the moment. He stopped by a fallen log, stabbing the limb and hollow with his weapon. Bas rested his elbows on his knees and his hands pressed against his face."This better be worth it. Or else I am dragging myself back to where I came from." muttering under his breath with a growl. Feeling a state indignation, Bastille would feel more and more in need of a fight to get himself into. If anyone dared to make presence with him while he sat there, that one would become a target. A goal. An enemy.
Sighing with great agony bruising his ego, Bastille finally gained the motivation to find the reser-whatever it's called. Taking out the knife from the log, Bas continued his way. ~ It wasn't until five minutes of walking that his sensitive nose would catch a whiff in the air. His hunting instinct sent an electricity through-out his whole body. Bastille broke out into a full on sprint. Holding the dagger tight in his grip, while his arms pumped rabidly at the air. His adrenaline rush reached extreme intensity. He clenched his jaws as he leaped over fallen logs or whatever else was in the center of the path. Dust clouds built behind every kick off his feet. Bastille followed the scent by the foot. As it got stronger, so did he. Bolting at his top speed of sprinting Bas eventually reached the edge of the woods. Yet, this was the point where he slammed his shoulder against the tree, only way to stop himself from running into plain sight. He was planning a surprise attack...Yet he thought the scent was from someone in the woods, not out of it. From his adrenaline, the pain from his shoulder didn't bother him at all. Shaking it off, Bas narrowed his eyes sharply. Did I reach the stupid destination? he asked himself before peering from past the tree he was behind of. From there, he spotted the house. Huge one, actually. Exhaling sharply from his nose like a angry bull, Bas slashed the tree with his knife again. Marking a deep scar into the bark of the tree. Indeed he was mad, he was awaiting a fight, yet...Now he has to become civilized or whatever. Bastille didn't want to get attacked by the whole pack, that would defiantly end ugly very fast.
Walking out of hiding, Bas relaxed his arms and tried to remain calm because if one wrong thing happens, he could easily become triggered into an attack. The scent only got thicker, two; He counted. Lowering his head slightly, his posture straightened as he walked over to them once they came into view. Coming close enough to hear their...Laughter? Bastille raised a brow at the sound of it. Never did he ever hear a laugh on in a pack-camp. It wasn't necessary present. Very rare. Laughter and joy was hidden away from the darkness of aggressiveness of his pack. Not like happy emotions or physical actions never happen, it just wasn't necessary in the middle of 'camp'. Usually stayed out in the forest, he could hear happiness, but never in the center of a pack. Once he probably came into the eye view of both of them, he'd clear his throat."Excuse me, I am looking for someone marked with the name of 'Cybil'. Mind to help me find...Cybil?"He asked straightforward to the two. His eyes locked onto both of them, switching off. His patience is very limited. Bastille's voice was serious and clear. He wanted answers to finish everything that he needed to do and continue with his training right away.

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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's attention was drawn away by an approaching
figure, another strong brute. At his words, a delicate
smiled graced the stunning girls lips, and she rose to
her feet with all the grace of flowing mercury. Dusting
grass from her bare shoulders and legs, and straightening
out the tight dress she had yet to change out of, the
girl padded barefoot towards the newcomer, a welcoming
smile gracing her plump lips.

"Welcome, you must be Bastille, the new lead fighter
that was called in. I'm Cybil, the Alpha, and over on
the ground is one of our new recruits, Nomad. I'm glad
you could make it on such short notice."

Trees above rustled their leaves as if in approval of her
polite greeting, and the breeze carried Cybil's hair over
her shoulders, way ward strands making their way across
her heart shaped face. It carried with it the scent of straw
berries and honey, a scent that was tangy enough to be...
alien, and yet sweet enough to make anyone feel at home.
It was a scent Cybil wore well, as her very being spoke of
such warm and welcoming tones.

[feyre.archeron]

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Ｎｏｍａｄ Ｂｒｉｇｈｔ
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male
20 years old
heterosexual
loner
wolf/human
will be interested
in cybil
power level 9
location: cabin
tags: bastille, cybil
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Nomad twitched his ear at the she-wolf, so she had been promoted to Alpha, she was not a born alpha. The concept interested him, and he tilted his head slightly, ears swiveling towards the forest as steps sounded in the distance. Before her had a chance to say anything, the figure slid through the bushes, a deep voice escaping his jaw. He tilted his head upwards, ears pinning to his skull. The scent of the wolf was unfamiliar, meaning he hadn’t lived in the area that Nomad had tread for years. He curled his lip, but his snarl stayed firmly between his chest bones as Cybil stood, facing the man, her silky voice reverberating through his ears. He rolled his eyes, his lip falling back into place, leaving his canines hidden, but his ears remained flat against his skull. When she introduced him, he huffed, his eyes landing directly on the brutes. He was unintimidated by this… Bastille… and was going to make it blatantly obvious to him, however his thoughts were distracted immediately by the scent of strawberries and honey, or more appropriately, Cybil’s scent. He narrowed his eyes, his pelt prickling slightly. Her scent enticed him, but he refused to acknowledge it, turning his eyes back towards the man that stood before her. His gaze flickered between the two and with a shake of his pelt and a flash of light, he stood before them as a human, his hair slightly askew from the recent battle, the wound on his shoulder crusted in blood, and his deep brown eyes now a rusted red color gazed at the two. He looked fierce, his eyes sparking with a fire that was often difficult to contain, his hood resting over his head giving him the same ominous glow he had had before. He stayed where he was, a daring glint in his eyes as he gazed at the two.

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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 smiled at Bastille once more, giving a polite
bow and a, "Please come inside when you feel
up to it." Her attention turned back to the ex
loner in the grass, and another, seemingly more
genuine smile graced her lips, "As for you, Nomad,
please follow me inside and I'll show you the house,
and explain the basics of the pack."

Without another word she went along, walking past
Nomad just close enough to brush his shoulder before
heading up the stairs- ever graced and poised- and into
the open door of the cabin. All that was left outside was
the faint scent of honey and an echo of her melodic voice.

Once inside the cabin, the young girl paused a moment
to rake a hand through her hair, and put her shoes down-
which she had picked up from the grass on her way in-
next to the door. Another pause ensured that she still looked
presentable, and nothing abut her tight dress had gone wayward.

[feyre.archeron]

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Ｎｏｍａｄ Ｂｒｉｇｈｔ
✪
male
20 years old
heterosexual
loner
wolf/human
will be interested
in cybil
power level 9
location: cabin
tags: cybil
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Nomad straightened only slightly as Cybil turned to him, her melodic voice dancing around his ears. His wolf like eyes stared at her intently, gazing at her with the hint of a challenge still rippling through his rust iris’s. He shrugged as she walked past, but his eyes stayed focused on her, dancing mischievously. The house? It had been years since he had lived in a house, so used to sleeping in a den lost somewhere within the forest, the sound of animals pattering about in the night, the occasional howl of another loner. Vaguely, his mind slipped back to the first night he had lived alone, without his brother at his side. the sound of songbirds had long died away and the darkness of night overwhelmed the forest. The dark wolf slunk through the underbrush, his ears rotating, listening to the soft steps of prey, the quick movement of prey that scurried out of his way. He smirked, his paws light against the ground as he continued forward. He moved a paw carefully over some fallen trees, eyes turning towards the thump of small creature, probably a squirrel, as it fell from a tree. He moved towards the noise, ready and eager for an easy snack, his mouth already salivating with the thought of blood running down his throat, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of the fallen squirrel. He had been right, as he approached, a young, adolescent squirrel, still having been contained to the nest, lay at the base of a large tree. It’s sides still heaved but heavily, it’s spine was shattered at the base of his tail, leaving the back legs useless. He had already exhausted himself, but when the scent of wolf played across his muzzle, he tried to scurry away with his front legs. With a sadistic grin, he approached the creature, and in an almost cat like manner, he knocked the squirrel to the side, and with a quick and fierce bite, he ended its life. It wasn’t filling but it was enjoyable, settling his stomach so that he could go another day without a large hunt. He smiled at the thought, shaking out his pelt as he turned, his eyes grazing over a large dip in the ground. With a tilt of his head, he made his way for the obvious shelter. The den smelled of fox, but it was stale, they hadn’t been back in days. With a quick survey of the land, he ducked into the den, the smell of soil filling his nostrils as he curled up for the first night alone. He snapped out of his memories, following Cybil into the house, his steps heavy as he trudged up the stairs. “Huh, nice place you got here, princess” he remarked, a sly smile spreading across his lips as he turned to her, his eyes momentarily skimming the dress she wore. He blinked his rust eyes refocusing on her face.

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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's icy gaze flickered over to Nomad, who's
eyes were scanning her lithe figure. A blush
settled over her cheeks, flaring heat into the
stunning girl's face. With a soft huff she headed
up the stairs, motioning for Nomad to follow.
She needed to change, and she wasn't about to
let the loner wander about on his own.

"It's not my place. It's the pack's. So it's your
place now too." Her words were soft, but
they carried through the hall with a musical
lilt. Everything about this girl was magical.

Upon reaching her room at the back of the
hall, she opened it, walking in with a sigh
of satisfaction and heading to her wardrobe,
which she immediately began to search through,
seeking a more comfortable outfit to change
into. "I'm just going to change and then I
can continue with showing you the house."