Wᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ | Accepting.

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Sᴛᴀʀʀʟɪᴛᴇ Gᴀʀᴄɪᴀ
FᴇMᴀʟᴇ • 18
Mᴏʀɢᴏɴ
Oᴜᴛғɪᴛ
Sɪɴɢʟᴇ
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ｏｏｃ; She currently human.
She has yet to be turned.

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"Moo-juice really?" She asked with a chuckle. "Thank you." She took a sip of the milk than sat it on the small coffee table. "What are our plans for today?" She asked looking back at the alpha. "We should go swimming, we have a pool out back." She said with a smile. "I just bought a new bikini and haven't gotten to ware it yet." She said mostly to herself.

[grizzly.]

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Adrian sighed before deciding to lay on top of Starr. "Well there is a pack to he fed, borders to be patrolled and then...well the hot water in your room needs to be fixed, otherwise if we don't have plenty of human food for the one who hasn't turned...yet, then it's off to the grochery store for a quick trip. Otherwise besides all that, I'd prefer a lake, pools make my skin crawl and my fur stiff." He replied, still sprawled out on top of Starr. "So comfortable right now I might just have to shift into my big 'puppy-dog' form." He said in a teasing way.

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◘ Interested in no one |Single| Subordinate | Halvdager's Pack ◘

Writing here.

[heartless,]

{{ Update, checked the rituals again I changed some of them to make more drama c: }}

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Sᴛᴀʀʀʟɪᴛᴇ Gᴀʀᴄɪᴀ
FᴇMᴀʟᴇ • 18
Mᴏʀɢᴏɴ
Oᴜᴛғɪᴛ
Sɪɴɢʟᴇ
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ｏｏｃ; She currently human.
She has yet to be turned.

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"Your getting fat." She said trying to push him off of her. "I will just use the hot water in your room instead, your bathrooms bigger." She said with a cute smirk on her face. "Whoever your mate becomes is going to be lucky to have a bathroom and closet that size." She said kind of jealous. "I was researching about werewolf packs on the internet and don't you know that your suppose to chose a mate before your eighteen in humans years?" She blowing her bags out of her face. "What happens if you don't?" She asked concerned. "Does the beta have to fill your spot or something?"

[reynard]

ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇω ᴛʀɪᴘᴘ
beta of morgon
twenty-one years
male
tags; Adrian, Starr

Matt looked over at Adrian with a raised eyebrow as the Alpha went to get their human counterpart her milk. As he walked back with her "moo-juice" Matt couldn't help but chuckle. With a mimic of his hand, the beta casually gave the impression of cracking a whip. "Jeeze, she is the only one heah who isn't a weahwolf, and you wait on hah hand and foot mate." The sandy blonde got up himself, walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of grapefruit juice. Walking back out, he raised an eyebrow at the Alpha sitting on the smaller human girl. With a chuckle, he settled back in his chair, leaning back and putting his foot up. The six foot three were stretched out, his muscles tight. "If you want to go skiaht chasin', I can take out a patrol man," the Beta offered. It was his place after all. Looking over at him, he scoffed. "You ah so lucky I have no desiah to change ranks, because I could so beat yah butt," Matt said, addressing his former comment. Looking over at Starr, he smirked. "Just wait until yah a wolf too. make you actually pull yah wait around heah. We always like having an extra set of teeth around here." When Starr brought up the mate thing, Matt looked over with a smirk. "Well love, I am twenty-one and still mateless. So if it is my job to take over, well, tough luck, I'm just as bad." Matt kicked up his bare feet onto the coffee table. "Times changed a little bit. We ahn't expect to mate as quickly, from what I gathahd. All that happens as fah as we know is that we don't have a mate." Matt let out a soft chuckle, before growing silent. It wasn't a bad reason why, it was more so he could hone hsi senses a little bit, seeing what it was like outside before he took a step out.

[lynettetan1]

Grinning, Semira nodded, closing her grey eyes. Heat built up in her, and she grew smaller, her spine arched, and her paws touched the earth. She smiled. She'd timed it perfectly, and only half a second had past. She was a small wolf, with a sandy brown undercoat and a grey overcoat with black tips, which only covered her spinal area. She was had gangly limbs, a small, fine muzzle, and sly olive eyes. The muzzle boosted large, sharp canines, and she lifted her petite nose into the air, catching Shiloh's scent and moving after, tapered tail fit easily at her end.

She moved with a ghostlike grace, stirring nothing as she covered the ground efficently. With so little body and such long legs, fast was an understatement. She quickly saw Shiloh, a large, black wolf with blue eyes. Following, the smaller fae brushed up aside Shiloh, telling her of her presence quietly. The brown fae now sniffed around, hopeful that there would, in fact, be the scent of some treckers around or something. Many humans died here, so it wasn't unusual to sometimes have some others disappear. Besides, it was hunting season. All the more reason for humans to come. Semira's heart fluttered slightly at the thought.

[lokison]

Sarah blushed heavily at the alpha's comment. She straightened herself up just as the beta came in. She looked at them and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "I-Im sorry." She said shyly before heading into the kitchen. She opened the fridge door and grabbed a can of soy milk. She looked over at her pack mates silently as she drank the drink. "So, has anyone ever been out in the woods alone while in wolf form?" She askede knowing it probably sounded crazy

[grizzly.]

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Adiran flinched slightly when Starr had mentioned him havi to find a mate to keep his rank safe, he knew his beta; Matt, was too old to try to be alpha and complete the ritual, and that's when his mind started to twist and turn as he thought. Clayton...he was eighteen too, so he shouldn't be a threat, Jacob was also eighteen, so that covered his beta, lead fighter and his extra fighter. He looked over at Starr and a grin danced on his lips. "Starr, every male in this pack is eighteen, that is except for Matt, he's twenty-one. So this pack is in a bit of a pickle." He sighed and exchanged a worried glance over at Matt. "Looks like I'll be on the hunt for a mate..." He added with a small sigh. He just felt that he wasn't quite ready for one yet, he knew that when he had convicnced Starr to move into Morgon pack he was seventeen, and the memory of the first few weeks she was there they were close, so close everyone in Morgon thought they would end up being mates, but what had happened to that? He shook away the thought and just stood up. "I guess add that to the to do list would be find me a mate." He added less enthuseasticly.

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[Murdoc Niccals]

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name;; Gero Amsel
position;; Alpha of Halvdagr
tags;; about to follow Semira and Shiloh

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The thought of choosing a mate weighed heavily on Gero. In fact, that was one of the things he was thinking about as he walked out the door. There were a lot of females in his pack, and that was again one of his other thoughts: with so many females, it wasn't considered 'fair' if they had worse conditions. Perhaps he'd think about it for longer. A happy pack was a good pack, and the elder members had left, leaving new ideas to grow and develop. He shook his head, yawning as he leaned over the railing. Some of his pack had already gone out to the woods. Perhaps he would follow.

Their scents lingered where they walked. If he was going to make things at least a little more equal, he would need opinion. He turned to face where they had gone. His own transformation, due to his spirit's own ferocious nature, was somewhat painful. But he had to, since he'd not catch up.

Wincing in pain, he transformed. The snap of his bones echoed in his ears as they twisted and grew and shortened, and the soft ruffle of fur was a softer noise in contrast as his grey and white coat grey. His wolf was sleek, somewhat feminine, but ambiguously so. His speed, as an alpha, was faster than average, but his stocky, muscled build kept him from being the fastest.

[reynard]

ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇω ᴛʀɪᴘᴘ
beta of morgon
twenty-one years
male
tags; Starr, Adrian, Sarah

Matt laughed at Adrian's response, but like the Alpha, he himself was a little unsettled by the fact that the entire pack was eighteen, and all mateless. That would not bode well in the end. Matt decided that the conversation was getting a little to serious, so he stood up, going back to the kitchen, looking outside. "I think I am going to head out and walk the border." Looking over at Sarah, he gave her a soft hello nod, before turning and looking at Adrian. "Should I take Sarah and Clayton with me, just in case we run into any problems?" He looked over at the younger male, eyebrows furrowed. He knew that Adrian was still stewing over the whole mate thing a little bit, and with good reason. If one of the other males did get a mate before him, they could challenge him on those grounds. Until Adrian got a mate -- and Matt to for that matter -- they where walking a fine line of trust with their pack mates. Giving a sigh, he rubbed his hand through his sandy hair, leaning against the counter heavily.

αløu ειƦιαπα
fighter of halvdager
eighteen years
female
tags; none

After the smaller woman finished her apple for breakfast, she folded up the newspaper, slapping it back onto the counter. Easily, she slid the blade back into her bra, before walking out of the kitchen and back up to her room. Taking her hair out of its braid, she shook it out so it was free again, looking at the long raven locks. She was tempted to cut it short again, she used to have a pixie cut for a little while when she first shifted to keep her long black fur a little less shaggy, but now she really didn't care, letting it grow out until now it tickled her lower back. Walking over to her shower, she got in, taking a relatively short one as she made sure to wash the sweat off of herself in preparation for her duties today. When she was done, she put on her short jean shorts and her loose 'Jack Daniels Tennessee Whiskey' t-shirt, braiding her hair back into its normal look. Sticking her various weapons back onto her body, one throwing knife in her belt, a switchblade back in her bra, she walked back out of her room and right out the front door. It wasn't uncommon for her to spontaneously go patrol the borders, just so she could stand on the other side and tease the Morgon pack. If she didn't cross the border, they couldn't do anything about it. And maybe, just maybe, she would get lucky and find a poacher or a hiker.
As she walked into the woods, she shifted seamlessly. It was second nature for her, as Alou was very comfortable in her lupine form. Shaking her smaller wolven body, she set out to go to the pack borders, flashing through the woods at high speed. Despite the fact that she was a smaller person and wolf, she was quick and agile, which made up for her short stature. Once she reached the closer border, she let her mind wander a bit, seeing if anyone else in her pack was in wolf form, sniffing the air. Her slate grey eyes blinked as she looked around sharply, smelling a noticeably human scent on the air. Looked like she was going to be lucky today. Flattening her ears, she crept through the undergrowth, looking for the person to match the scent. It only took her a few moments to spot a man who was also stalking through the undergrowth (albeit very loudly and poorly). A wolfish smirk appear on her face as she realized that this man was no better than her, evidence by the hunting rifle in his hands. Season didn't open today. This guy was obviously trying to get a leg up on the nice buck. Watching him walk, she followed him. It only took her a few seconds to get into position, rushing him. He tried to defend himself, firing off a shot, but the poacher didn't stand a chance. Missing, Alou pinned him down with a paw, eyes glittering, lips bared ina feral smile. The man shook beneath her, obviously regretting his decision to go hunting today. Alou was hungry for fresh meat, so she didn't bother playing with her food, finishing him off swiftly.

-- Alou is open. Also, do these werewolves communicate telepathically? XD Just wondering. --

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{{ Editing this post with the others c: }}

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Sᴛᴀʀʀʟɪᴛᴇ Gᴀʀᴄɪᴀ
FᴇMᴀʟᴇ • 18
Mᴏʀɢᴏɴ
Oᴜᴛғɪᴛ
Sɪɴɢʟᴇ
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ｏｏｃ; She currently human.
She has yet to be turned.

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"Who would want to be your mate anyways?" She asked teasing him. She finally got her arms lose and pushed him onto the floor. She looked at him and smirked. "I cant wait until I get turned so I can kick you butt." She said giggling. "Your a wimp so that should be easy." Starrlite would never admit it but she had strong feelings for this werewolf. Since he was the one who saved her from the other pack. She remembered when everyone thought she would be his mate, and I little part of her hoped it would become true.[/quote]