ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs ˡᶤᵗᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ

[love lucy]

accepted, but can't you put up a picture of her?

[archeron.]

Lady felt any words she had wished to speak disappear as their noses brushed each other. It was becoming hard for her to even be near him, but then her stomach spoke up with a growl. "O-Oh my. I guess I should eat the small rodent." The fea stuttered out softly, a scarlet hue appearing under her dark sooty fur.

While her alpha stopped to eat, the young fea made herself comfortable by laying down lightly near the entrance into his large den. "It is nice here." The dark fea said respectfully to the other dark wolf in front of her.

[PaintLily]

accepted, but can't you put up a picture of her?

(If you mean a Photo of a real wolf, then no, I'm not allowed to use search engines and I don't have any pictures of wolves, well I have some saved on my computer from back when I was allowed (Don't ask why I'm not allowed anymore.), but none of them look like her, the drawing I put will have to suffice.)

[Taiyo]

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Name • Revenue
Age • 2 years
Gender • female
Rank • Fighter
Crush • ---

Coat • Light cream
Eyes • Brown
Fur • Rough, medium length
Markings • Scars hidden under fur
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⚔ Name
"I was given the name Revenue. An ironic and cruel name chosen by those who scarred me - one that I longed to rid myself of but it stuck, like a stubborn burr that refused to be shaken off. So I carry this name as a reminder, as a warning to myself and to others."

⚔ Appearance
"I used to be considered somewhat pretty. Silky cream fur, sharp muzzle, long flowing tail - just your normal young female that stirred feelings in growing young males. But now my fur is rough, my limbs thick and muscled, the skin under my top coat riddled with scars. They say my eyes used to shine with life yet when I look upon my reflection in a body of water I see wariness - I see despair."

⚔ Personality
"I am growing stronger, the wounds on my emotional being healing bit by bit within the company of my new family. The scars on my body shall never fade but everyday the flame of hope burns a little brighter, a little stronger. I believe I'm beginning to recover. They call me the quiet one - though I'd like to say I'm improving. I appreciate the silence and tend to speak softly and calmly. I'm the mediator of the pack, quick to step in to break a fight for they irritate me and bring up distasteful memories. However being soft spoken does not mean weak. Oh no, you'll find me everything but weak. Within this battered, scarred body of mine resides an iron demon trained by humans. I've long realized this monster they've bred within me will always linger within my subconsciousness. I am not your damsel in distress, I can take care of myself and others though I've been criticized that I'm too careless with my own life. You cannot blame me. The wounds made on me runs long and deep and sometimes life is but an empty pit for me."

⚔ History
"The past is better left alone, recalling it stirs up old wounds and it hurts... But you're curious aren't you my friend - about the scars on my body and the haunted look in my brown eyes - you're curious, I can see it in your eyes. I will speak but understand this is not an easy story to tell.

I was brought to the world like you and all wolves in this world - by a father and a mother. I had two sisters, one brother and life was beautiful. I shall spare you the details - all you need to know is that life was perfect then. Though that dream shattered when humans came with their weapons. Lightning rippled through the forest and one by one, bodies slumped forward and my family's life slowly drained away through the river that ran from their bodies. Oh but they didn't come to kill us all, only father and mother - and one little sister because she was in the way. The rest had fled and I, was unfortunately captured.

I was expecting death, I was expecting a blow to the head that would send me to oblivion to reunite with my parents and sister. I was wrong. I was brought to a new place and trained like a dog. No, not even a dog for they treated me as if I was nothing but dirt underneath their feet. I was pitched against dogs, pitched against my own kind and asked to tear, to rip, to murder. It was that or death. And I'm ashamed to admit but I am a selfish fae. I selfishly nurtured the hope of being rescued from hell and so I had to live. I closed my eyes to the pain and forced myself to live. I fell time and time again, got wounded heavily and I learn, I forced myself to learn. My limbs became heavy with thickened muscles, my attacks vicious and harsh - because I had to survive, I became a monster. Oh I didn't live peacefully, every night I was wrought with nightmares of the realization of corruption of a pure wolf soul. As they laughed and celebrated for the cash I reaped for them, I cried tears of blood for the lives I took.

Two years my friend. Two years I lived like this as I grew from pup to wolf. I found my escape one day through a hole in the fence broken down by persistent termites and I ran. I ran and never looked back. I was a haunted young fae who saw too much, experienced too much. I was taken in as an innocent young wolf and came back out a monster who know of more ways to take a life than to nurse a pup. I was found by the Alpha and glad that the pack took me in. I'm slowly healing but sometimes when the pain returns and the nightmares claim my mind, I really wonder if I'll ever heal at all. "

photo credit: ucumari via photopin cc

(( I'm not sure who's open for crushes xDD so I'll leave that open for now. Revenue's past is pretty tragic as well so love will be hard for her anyways xDD I hope she's okay ;u; ))

[love lucy]

Yeah, it's okay. Accepted.

[PaintLily]

(➶Ａｃｉｅｓ found an image that was close-ish to Serenity's appearance for me, I put it above my form. Thanks ➶Ａｃｉｅｓ! I removed the image because I remembered your only allowed to have one image per character and I already had the drawing.)

Serenity walked around the outskirts of camp, bored. She sees a rather large buck and decides to kill it, 'Better than nothing I suppose.' she thinks and lunges at it, clamping her jaws unto it's neck, but the buck throws her off and charges at her. She barely manages to dodge, making a semi-circle (Half a circle) around the buck and jumping unto it's back and biting it, being thrown off again, and charged at, this time not managing to dodge and being hit on her shoulder by the buck's antlers. Serenity almost howls in pain but ignores the pain, limps to the buck, and scratches it's shoulder hard. 'This is more exciting than usual.' Serenity thinks as she is tossed by the buck, she runs, limping, at the buck and clamps her jaws unto it's neck very hard. The buck almost manages to throw her off but she keeps a hold long enough to suffocate it and brings it to the kill pile.

Serenity walks to a stream and drinks some of the cool water in it, then returns to her den and wonders what to do next. Her thoughts wander to Mikhail, but she pushes them away, knowing thinking about him only makes her suffer.

After a long while of thinking Serenity decides to leave the campgrounds for an adventure. She runs into a forest and makes sure to leave deep imprints in the ground as she goes. For a long while the adventure was rather boring, but she found a beautiful clearing like the one she and her family used to live in, bringing back the memories of her families death.

(Flash Back)

Serenity stands there, watching the black and dark grey wolves attacking her family, a black wolf with unusual purple eyes leading a group of wolves towards her family, Serenity is frozen still. She watches as her family is killed "Mommy! Daddy! Trance! Sarah! Marcus! Luke! Calm Soul!" she screams as they die and the dark colored wolves leave. For a long while she sits there mourning over her family, then she gets up and begins traveling.

(Back to Reality)

Serenity is struck by a feeling of pain by the memories of her family and tries to push the thoughts away, like she always had, but it didn't work this time.

(Anyone open to roleplay with me?)

[Taiyo]

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•Gender: Female
•Age: 2 years
•Rank: Fighter
•Status: Single
•Tags: none

Revenue lifted her head from scenting the ground when a light breeze ruffled across the plains. Closing her eyes the female wolf tilted her head and appreciated the beautiful scents of spring brought down from the mountains. It was the season of birth - of new hope and the she-wolf felt rejuvenated from being surrounded by budding flowers and the scent of new life. Springtime was the season that separated her far, far away from the memories of the past - the scars on her back, nothing but a throbbing ache. With a quiet sigh the wolf continued on her slow walk around the pack territory. She had gone out for a little walk, craving the view of the plains and the caress of the wind. Without anyone to see her, she let herself dream - forgetting the scars on her body, seductive long limbs and smooth silky fur. Would she still be able to turn a brute's eyes in her current state? She looked down at her blunt claws and sighed. She wondered if the pack knew how much she craved companionship - how much she wanted to feel treasured and loved. She wanted that someone to erase the burden on her shoulders and tell her to forget her past. But would anyone approach her in this state? When her body is marked with the warning signs of a dangerous wolf. Can anyone still appreciate a fae who knew of more ways to take a life than to nurse a pup?

"I wonder..." the she-wolf sighed sadly and continued on her slow walk.

(( Anyone open for Revenue? ;u; she's just wandering around in the plains ))

[AquilaFuga]

{I have Zhanne open to RP. c:
I'll have her find Revenue, then of course Serenity could join them if you'd like.}

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➳ Fae || Crushing on Seth || Bored || Hunter

Zhanne's mousy gray paws padded slowly over sticks, twigs and the occasional pine needle. Growling as she stepped on yet another spiked needle, the fae checked her paw. Small drops of blood were congealing on the surface, and she sighed, brows knitted together. Whether you were a predator or prey, leaving blood on the ground was never a good thing. Zhanne ran her tongue along the bottom of her paw, shaking it off a little before gingerly pressing it back to the ground. Zhanne made a mental note to be more careful where she walked as not to incur the same problem again.

The sound of birds warbling their light-hearted song made its way towards Zhanne, and she wondered why on earth they would do such a thing. Surely it just attracted attention from threats? Zhanne snorted, the melody continuing to fill her ears. Thinking back, Zhanne remembered her father telling her that the birds were calling for their soul-mates. Their partners. Zhanne sighed, wishing it were just as easy for the wolves. That she could howl long and loud into the sky and males would come find her, willing to give her affection, to spend their lives with her. But the fae knew that was just a fantasy. Zhanne often passed unnoticed in the pak by others, particularly the males. Being a hunter, she didn't hold much presence in the territory, and the males were all over the stronger, brave females. The attention of one male, regardless of whom, would be enough for Zhanne, because at times she felt ever so secluded. Isolated. Of course, if Seth were to see past the friendly front and find out how Zhanne really felt, she would be over the moon.

Shaking off her silly self-centered thoughts, Zhanne found herself a long way from where she had been before. Zhanne's dark, glassy orbs shifted around in her head, trying to work out how far she was away from the center of the territory. Was she even still in the territory? After a few moments of deliberation, Zhanne relaxed slightly. She was still in the pack's land, thank goodness, but she'd been walking a while. Just as the fae was about to turn round, because she had no business here, she saw a shadow through the trees. Zhanne's ears flattened, and her hackles raised just slightly. The she-wolf pushed her way through the low-hanging branches, coming out on the other side where the trees thinned out. Well, Zhanne thought to herself, I must be close to the edge of the territory. It was then that she set eyes on another wolf. Her scent was one that Zhanne recognized, and she racked her brains for the name - Zhanne had a frankly hopeless memory. "Revenue?" she called into the silence, remembering who she was. It was then that Zhanne regretted it immediately. What if Revenue wanted to be alone? Zhanne licked her lips, slightly nervous. But the fighter did look lonely. She might appreciate the company.

[Taiyo]

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•Gender: Female
•Age: 2 years
•Rank: Fighter
•Status: Single
•Tags: Zhanne

Her ears perked up when her name was called and her head swung around to find a familiar face. "Zhanne!" surprise flitted through her face but that was quickly replaced by delight. "What are you doing here?" Revenue asked softly, her head tilted slightly to the side as she closed the distance between the two she-wolves. The prospect of getting to bond with another pack member chased away her darkening thoughts and Revenue was silently grateful for Zhanne's timely entrance. Her sensitive nose picked up the traces of blood and worry darkened the she-wolf's expression. "Are you hurt?" The scent of blood unnerved her, fishing out unwanted memories of the past - of times where blood dominated her world. She was often told she worried too much - that she overreact and the cream pelted wolf couldn't blame her new pack members. They didn't know the reason why. Swallowing the overwhelming sense of dread washing over her - she knew it was an overreaction but old habits are hard to shake off.

[slccat]

I would love a (detailed) recap? ;;