❄ ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓｐｅｌｌ❄ ᵃʳᶜᵗᶤᶜ ᶠᵒˣ ʳᵖ ⁻ ᶰᵒ ˡᵒᶰᵍᵉʳ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍᵎ

[raezel]

( quite alright, it's all good! i'll add your final form to the list. uwu thank you for joining!
also, please excuse my even more lack of posting, we had to get the internet replaced at home and it's been horrid and cuts off for unknown amounts of time. )

[Flame-Eye]

(Are there any places still open for a willing player? I notice the title says 'limited spots'. I'd love to join this RP it sounds so beautiful....)

[raezel]

( we do have a spot open for a healer reynard, so far! thank you though, i really appreciate it. uwu )

[Flame-Eye]

∂ α и т є
Gender> Mature Reynard
Appearance> Buried- like the secrets this perplexing male with-holds- beneath his thick, light grey coat, are an arsenal of scars and clean healing injuries. By the season, his coat repairs the holes it gains over that quarter, eventually hiding the tales of that season. His dark brown eyes like barriers between his knowledge and the real world, refusing to let any who ponder to close enter... His otherwise immaculate body keeps him hidden well among the snowscape, proving him an effective hunter.

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Age> 16 Seasons (4 years)

A trip into the past...>Dante, or Dane (d-ah-n)- as he prefers, has lived a long time in solitude... With the loss of his only mate and their unborn pups

in an unforgiving storm a few seasons ago, Dane had never forgiven himself for their loss. Keeping those painful memories repressed, he kept to himself until another winter set in- and food became far to scarce to survive alone. He gradually chased the prey into the skulk's territory. Reverting to the seasons where he and his brothers chased grass dwelling insects around a shrubby-moss patch where Ox had once grazed, he followed the faint tracks in the snow until he finally graced upon Ymir's skulk. With winter setting in, he vowed to do his best to provide his knowledge on herbs to heal sick or weakened foxes. Now loyal to the alphess, he spent the few seasons up till this spring reaping the joys of living in a group, whilst providing for them himself of course...

Persona||To others> A gruff, snappy old male. With age peering over the boundaries for Dane, he had become noticably more grumpy about smaller,

pathetic things. While best left alone, he does socialize pretty well... But the most simplest of things could cause him to snap. He is often found grumbling about the pups: "We were never like that at their age..." "Pups these days-- Have no respect!"... Eventfully, leading to being disliked by many of the younger generations. He is however, a pure gentleman at heart... And will give his last scraps to a female if she requires.
Persona||In Reality> A broken, grieving male. Too scared to approach anyone with friendship or kindness in fear of being stabbed in the back. Terrified of tomorrow, and too scared to bare the feelings of the day, he lays along in his thoughts to block out the risks of loosing anyone else... His senses appear sharp, but he can only force himself into using them-- they do not come naturally anymore...

Rank> Healer


Relationship Status> Single, for the for-see-able future. He is still grieving for the loss of his beloved...
||Likes in a Vixen|| Gentle, Caring, with an angelic voice. She would need to be unique, and mysterious. For him to figure out if she liked him or if it was

his mind playing tricks on him... She'd need to understand that the loss of his previous mate will always haunt him... No matter the kindness offered, his beloved will always remain in his heart. If needed, he would be comfortable never having a mate again...

||Dislikes in a Vixen|| Lazy, Arrogant, Loud-mouted and Argumentative. Pushy females that want nothing more than to pump out pups with no good

cause. They sicken him... Enough to make him refuse to eat from the same carcass. In most cases, Dante will vanish away just to escape their unbearable begging, insistent whining, and 'brushy' behaviour...

(I don't know if this is important but I have schools most days except the weekends ^^ But I am on in most the mornings and afternoons?)

[raezel]

( alrighty, you're accepted! thanks for joining. uwu ill add you to the list asap. )

[Rotten]

((Ah, five of each gender...do you think thats enough characters to acept Janis? I'm just curious :o

(Haha, sorry for not waiting, I'm just impatient :P Thank you for your welcome! I hope my character is accepted now that I've posted I think I recognise Meta from End It. Nice to see you again :P XD)

www, It's nice to see you again too Dreams XD))

[raezel]

( alright, back to posting now. phew. and yeah, i figure it's probably best to close posting for a while, or at least until further notice! )

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Ymir's attention had once turned again towards Zyon, her ears perked forwards at attention, trying her best to get a good grip of what he was saying. Sure, she could understand a little of what he was saying, but most of it was muffled and hard to understand. Thankfully, he had restated his previous sentence in a louder voice as if echoing his prior words. That time, yes, she did understand him. He was questioning if she was still tired, still exhausted from a lack of sleep, nerves, or any other negative aspect of life. And while as an alpha, it was expected of her to be up first thing in the morning before everyone else; to be awake, alert and conscious of the day to come and what was going to go on within it. Figuring a response too detailed on her lack of sleep would be taken and accused as a bit of nagging, she simply let her head bob up and down in a simple nod."Ah, yeah, I suppose so. Hopefully you got some sleep of your own?"

While she waited for a response from the reynard, her thoughts drifted towards the rest of the day; who would be going out on scouting duty during the day hours while the sun was out and beaming, what prey could potentially be caught in each part of the day, and where in the valley they would need to patrol and hunt in. She hoped her change of pace and thought wouldn't be physically visible and he wouldn't take it as her getting bored of conversing. If anything, she found talking with Zyon quite pleasant; he always held his head high and mighty, always respecting authority, and overall proving to be good company to her. It would be a shame to drive him off with her constantly shifting thoughts, especially if he took it the wrong way. She simply had an active mind, she never bored of her companions and fellow skulk members.

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Odin was still noticing Zbigniew's loud, booming echoes of voice, when he saw the boulder begin to break. His heart stopped at the sight, and he felt as if his stomach literately flipped inside of him. "H-Hey hold on Zbigniew!" he yelled, desperately trying to catch his attention, "I'll be over there in a second, just stay where you are and don't you dare move a paw!" Feeling his chest begin to rumble with the now pounding rhythm of his heart, his legs carried him without thought towards the other hunter. Odin's paws slammed against the ground, both rock and grass-sheathed dirt, and his claws clacked against the slopes. Silently, he begged that Zbigniew wouldn't dare try to move himself out of his current situation; he needed help, he didn't need to do this himself.

Finally catching up to where Zbigniew was situated, he hovered over the broken end of the boulder, peering down at the ledge. He caught a glance of white fur, and knew immediately Zbigniew was still there, still alright. "Are you hurt? Can you turn around?" He wasn't sure what to do at this point to help, but he knew he had to. Perhaps Zbigniew could turn around, slowly and carefully, and could reach a leg up or something to where Odin could grab and lightly bite down on to drag him up to safety? But what if this only backfired, and Zbigniew's only support of the ledge collapsed, and he was sent spiraling downward? Surely he would break a limb or two then, wouldn't he? Odin had to think of something, and fast. His mind was in ten thousand places, it seemed, all with different ideas and executions to get Zbigniew up and at ease. "Dang it, Odin, get it together!" he yelled to himself inside his head.

[Flame-Eye]

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|| gender: мale || age: adυlт || ѕтaтυѕ:Healthy, Content || wιтн: Alone~ ||

Dante sat alone. Isolated. Cold. Well... Not cold, physically. Cold inside. His thick coat, though moulting, still kept him nice and toasty. The landscape he monitored everyday, all day, all season, never changed... His spot overlooked a thick sheet of snow, that stayed thick all year around. Never any pawprints, never any foliage, only the casual snowdrift.

Dane took a deep breath in-- his lungs extending and pushing his chest out. What am I doing here? He questioned, before exhaling softly. Precious days of life he wasted, just looking at the line that separates the snow from the sky- Days his mate would do anything to see again... Dane flicked his ears back and chuffed at a painful memory, reminding himself of why he never sought into his memories when bored...

[Xelinator]

[ I just clicked off my post without saving! Oh cruel world. ;_; I will rewrite it when I find my muse. I just lost all the formatting too. Ugh. ]

[DreamsFlyToStarrySky]

{I feel your pain Xelia... I really do. I feel like I'm stalking you Meta, I honestly do... I'm feeling proud this is probably my longest post on CS Enjoy leh reading. I tried not to make Dalia powerful, but I didn't want her to die neither D: So I made sure the bear was already tired after chasing the other fox. }


Dalia

Mood: Tired
Rank: Hunter
Around: Lonely
Current Action: Searching for potential friend-who could lead into mate
Location: Skulk
Friends: Unknown
Crush: XX
Potential Partner: XX

Dalia began digging for the rodent, sniffing the snow hungrily. Her hunger bar had raised during the search for the pebble, and Dalia truly believed she would starve to death. She dug for not long when she discovered the rodent, and she scoffed it down rapidly. She peered around. No-one had seen her. Perfect. Now, to journey back towards the skulk...

Dalia heard an ear-piercing roar escaping the forest. This journey back would not be safe, but being an Arctic Fox is not safe neither. She crept in, slowly, checking in every direction for any prey or predator she could discover. At the current moment, nothing was found. Then she saw it. It. It. Why do I like saying it? Anyway, there was the beast, the monster, the bear. It was after another fox-one Dalia did not know of, and believed didn't belong in the skulk, but she was determined to save it either way. She barked, or whatever foxes do, to distract the beast in front of her. It stood still, stared at Dalia for a second, then snarled as it realised the other fox had escaped. The bear immediately began chasing Dalia. But, Dalia was far too quick.

After already chasing the other fox, the bear was already tiring, but Dalia was bursting with energy. She knew not to lead it back to the skulk, as it would risk many other lives, so instead she circled the forest, the bear tiring even faster now, as was Dalia. She dashed round the forest few more times, pushing herself to the limits, desperately attempting to both confuse the bear, and tire it. When she noticed the bear had tired enough, Dalia smiled, a cheerful smile. Her small legs were aching- and she was panting heavily, but she knew she had won the chase. She stepped out of the forest- the opposite of the skulk, just to make sure the bear would not follow her back, and when he began chasing her towards the exit, she sped round it, with the last of her energy, towards the skulk.

She had made it. Dalia had survived. She was panting, and was in desperate need of a drink but she had saved a foxes life- and outrun a bear. That would do her good for the day, the week, or the month even! But she should be ready for any more attacks like that...

She wandered towards the skulk, wondering what season it was. As she realised it was Spring, she also realised that she had not been doing the correct thing. She was supposed to be searching for a mate, a den to live in, but she was too busy running away from bears. Well, the search begins now.