ＥＮＤ ＩＴ.Wolf Romance RP.O p e n.

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Roan raised his brows, gaze flashing with interest at her question. Anyone he had met from packs in his travels had always been too cautious about the topic of him being a loner to ask him about it. But he didn't think she was asking for any reason more than curiosity. "Almost since I was a yearling. My parents were both loners, so I learned the lifestyle quickly before taking to it myself." He left the topic of her old pack untouched, unwilling to go into deeper subject matters with a relative stranger so quickly.

[ghost queen.]

Skater flicked his tail sitting down. He flicked his tail and yawned feeling tired. He shivered oddly and didn't understand why. "Nice to meet ya Syn!" He said kindly, nodding respectfully. And just noticed what he said
and shrugged, shaking his head. "Just wondering." He said and pulled his head back a bit. He sighed, he
didn't have a pack either. Not deciding to ask her anything else. He remained silent.

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S y n a b y l .

Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.

m o o d ; ; curious.
r a n k ; ; loner.
w i t h ; ; with skater.
f r i e n d s ; ; abbervail.
l o o k s ; ; ☣

Synabyl nodded her head, "Well that's fine. I've been asked that a lot, both by pack members and loners like us." she stated as she shook her coat yet again, relieving it of water droplets and snow. It had grown silent between them and the calls of the birds echoed through out the forests. "How long have you been a loner?" She asked him, wanting to break the silence created.

Roan raised his brows, gaze flashing with interest at her question. Anyone he had met from packs in his travels had always been too cautious about the topic of him being a loner to ask him about it. But he didn't think she was asking for any reason more than curiosity. "Almost since I was a yearling. My parents were both loners, so I learned the lifestyle quickly before taking to it myself." He left the topic of her old pack untouched, unwilling to go into deeper subject matters with a relative stranger so quickly.

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A b b e r v a i l .

Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.

m o o d ; ; thinking. curious. slightly sad.
r a n k ; ; delta fae.
w i t h ; ; with roan.
f r i e n d s ; ; synabyl.
l o o k s ; ; ✖

Abbervail looked over at Roan and nodded her head. "If you want you could join the pack." She stated suddenly. "It'd be nice to have you around, even if I've know you for only about an hour at the most. I've only really opened up to Synabyl, the other loner I was talking about." The fae said, lowering her head and looking at the snow, feeling slightly awkward.

[-goldleaf-]

Roan tilted his head to the sight ever so slightly, the ghost of a smile back on his lips as he watched her cast her gaze to the ground. With the absence of her eyes on his he found himself taking in the fine tips of her ears and the delicate lace of her dark eyelashes against the lightness of her cheeks. He lifted a defined shoulder in a sigh of a shrug, even though she wasn't looking to see it. "I'm not sure about that just yet." he hesitated, eyes traced the line of her downward pointed jaw. "But I would like to see it." Roans voice lifted slightly at the end, as if verbally trying to lift her eyes back up to his with the almost hopeful note.

[ghost queen.]

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A b b e r v a i l .

Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.

m o o d ; ; curious. amused.
r a n k ; ; delta fae.
w i t h ; ; with roan.
f r i e n d s ; ; synabyl.
l o o k s ; ; ✖

Abbervail lifted her head slightly and moved her gaze to Roan's eyes. "Really?" She questioned with a slight smile forming on her muzzle. She questioned herself on her emotions running through her mind right now. The fae looked back down as she slumped her shoulders at the thought of her emotions.

[-goldleaf-]

A husky bit of a laugh slipped from his lips in response, a bright little smile alight on his face. "Really really." his voice was warmed by his smile, eyes flashing spring colors while his autumn fur waved in a sudden breath of wind. Roan was never one to promise things lightly, for he held himself to his word more than anything else. He arched a fine brow daringly, falling back into his jesting mood momentarily, "Unless you think I'm trouble, then you should keep your packs secrets all to yourself." his voice was daring her once again to bring her gaze back to his, for a delta she seemed awfully shy all of a sudden.

[DreamsFlyToStarrySky]

Scarlett

Mood| OK| Rank: Beta F| Gender: Female| With: Wit| Friends: unknown|

Scarlett laughs. "Nah, there's probably too many wolves to fight, but I just, you know, want to make a good impression before I injure them..." Scarlett replies, sweetly. Wow- sweetly- sure a surprise! Scarlett was beginning to take a liking to this wolf- not romantically or anything- he was just sweet, kind and playful. This Wit wolf could take a laugh... He may be trusted. But, she can't approve of him a friend with the click of a finger, she's pretty sure there's going to be more towards him. Unless he's one of those down right boring wolves with nothing to tell, or a far too adventurous for Scarlett to cope with, nope, if so then, there was no point saying hi. But he seemed quite friendly-his name was unique (which isn't quite rare, most of the pack have unique names, Scarlett's now a bit... You know, left out), he could take a laugh, but, there was a problem... Wow, in everything there's got to be a problem. Now that is honestly not fair.

Anyways, the problem was, he was far too proper.

Yes, yes, she understands that a gentleman has always got to be kind to a lady, but, with Scarlett's attitude, I'm sure everyone should know she's more of a boy than a girl. More of a male than a female. More of a gentlemen than a lady. But, everything else is fine... So far.


{ @Meta, well, I guess saying I was part polish was an underestimation. I was born there, and my entire family is Polish. My family is the only one, in our entire family tree, that has migrated to the UK, or anywhere else in fact. The problem is, I want to stay in the UK, so I might ruin the whole 'only polish' theme in my family tree... Whoops.}

{just quoting this so its noticed and easier to find ^^}

[mrs lough]

"I actually prefer the cold weather over the warm," Channing said honestly. "I was raised in the north." He recalled his early memories and sighed, but turned back to Lilith with a smile. "I'm no Arctic Wolf, but I'm quite used to the extreme temperatures." His eyes were bright with happiness, yet he was still tired from waking up. Flicking his ears, he let out a laugh. "If you want to meet an arctic wolf, talk to Kat."
{Sorry his post is so short. I only really have muse for kat right now}

[paz]

Ⅰ starting.
For the strength of the pack is the
wolf, and the strenght of the wolf is the pack. x

I may seem charming on first glance, but on second glance mysterious and deceptive. My name is Rafe, pronounced rayf. I was named for my ability to be crafty. It wouldn't have been my first choice as a name, but I accepted it willingly. Instead of my father naming me, the she-wolf who was my mother named me, which is unusual where I am from. I am a young adult, almost two years of age now. My family has driven me out of the pack and I am a wanderer. I go where the wind takes me and where the food is plenty. I have no one to look after but myself. With no want of a mate for a while, I am a loner.

Ⅱ personality.
When the snows fall and the white winds
blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. x

I am an adroit wolf, hence the name, not meaning making the most of every situation, but very scrappy. I'm somewhat sarcastic. If I feel I am talking to a lower ranking wolf, this is when I usually start to sound that way. I can be mendacious, but not wicked. I only lie in extreme cases where there is danger lurking around. I have learned to be elusive. Not known for my kindness, I am neither generous nor selfish, but I am gentle. Growing up somewhat alone, I am independent and fierce. Having my father's fighting blood in me and inheriting the she-wolf's calm nature, I stay calm in a fight or in a natural disaster such as a forest fire. Stealth and surprise are my greatest strengths. My weakness is sickness. I have no power in that field and it terrifies me. Once, I was walking as a pup towards a river for a drink. I had just gotten done filling myself up with mice and needed something to wash it down. As I made it the brink of the water, I drank thirstily from it before deciding to take a nap. I paused for a moment and then a horrendous vile scent came out of nowhere and I gagged. It made the hair on my neck to stand up as straight as if I had ran into a lynx. I heard something growling and coming towards me, making no attempt to be quiet as I heard it stumbling across the forest floor. Horrified, I darted into a nearby clump of leaves, branches, and tall grass and waited. Not too long after that, a coyote sauntered into my view. It's mouth was foaming and it's saliva was dripping from it's jaws. He had this blank crazed look in his eyes and couldn't focus on anything. I was dumbfounded. What could have made this respectful creature into this monster who was unaware of anything going around him? Apparently, the sickness was spreading around through the forest, so our pack left the place and we ran for many many nights before we settled down into a new area.

Ⅲ looks.
A man might befriend a wolf, even break
a wolf, but no man could truly tame a wolf. x

My appearence is just of another wolf. The basic color of my fur is a light shade of tan with several shades of darker brown randomly here and there. However, on my back I have a dark brown that is very noticable and it spreads all the way to my tail, which is a mix of both dark brown and the light shade of tan. I am slightly taller than an average male wolf, but not much bigger. My weight is one of a healthy creature who has had no sign of a recent famine. Built for running, my legs stretch out and are ready for a day's travel. The outer-lining of my ears are black. The only other noticeable marking is the one I have on my muzzle. Starting above my eyes and seperating a little at my eyes to make a small white dimaond shape before connecting again all the way down to my nose. Parts of my face are white, not because of age, but delicate shades that blend in with the tans and browns that intricately inscribe their design on my fur. My eyes are not hazel, like the rest of my family, but a musty orange. My chest is a dark tan, but not quite a dark brown. It makes it look more deep and broad. My appearence should not be intimidating nor of a vicious wolf, but of a noble wolf.

Ⅳ history.
We have doomed the wolf not for what it is,
but for what we deliberately and mistakenly
perceive it to be –the mythologized epitome
of a savage ruthless killer – which is, in reality,
no more than a reflected image of ourself. x

My past is pretty much similar to other wolves who are loners. Maybe a pack has been wiped out and he or she has to join a new pack or they have been driven out because they seem to be a threat to the pack or to the alpha-male. That was my case. When I was born, I was neither the biggest nor the runt of the litter. I never really fit in. I was never the favorite, like my older brother or my youngest sister. When I fought with my siblings, I learned techinque against their strength. I learned how to stay on my feet and maintain my balance, so that no one could knock me down unless I was overpowered. With one swipe of my paw, I could knock my brother's feet off the ground and he would land on his side or his back, making him defensless and his throat exposed. But I am not a killer. Growing up, I was mostly ignored by my father, the alpha-male, and so I gradually learned to hunt. At first, I was a clumsy pup running around in circles, trying to catch a squirel who would run up a tree and glare at me from where he was sitting, still alive, breathing, and safe. But I was not stupid. After my second attempt, I learned how to be patient and wait until the animal had absolutely no chance of making to the safe confines of his tree. The sensation of the squirel's fresh and still warm blood going down my throat made me alert and rewarded my patience as well as my success. After that, I stalked bigger prey. Hares, racoons, the birds whose wings spread across the sky, and they all made me a self-sufficent wolf. For my age, I was very independent. My siblings were just going on their first hunts. Time skipping to the next year, my father was getting older and aware that he might have some challengers. Instead of looking for a real threat like my older brother, Damin, his eyes fell on me. I had indeed grown nearly just as Damin had, with a broad chest, a strong core, long legs for long days of running, and I never grew up under his wing like Damin did. So with the help of the pack, he drove me out of the territory with the price of death if I ever returned. I was not entirely surprised. I mean, I have prepared for living by myself practically since I was wondering around in the woods alone. Now I have been driven out and there is no one I love. Skimming other areas, I have been unwelcome and unwanted and now have begun to spy out another pack.

Ⅴ love life.
Wolves don't lose sleep over the opinions
of sheep. x

I happen to like faes who aren't easy to get. Somewhat of a challenge. They are not trophies for display though. Lilith is my type of fae. I dislike the ones that are easy to get. They are just much more easy to lose as well in my opinion. There aren't a whole lot I prefer in a mate. Just mostly loyal, somewhat tough or at least can take a sarcastic comment without going back into a shell and not talking. I dislike shy wolves. Something I think is attractive is when a fae is acting cocky. I have no clue why I think it is attractive, it just is.

[Rotten]

Scarlett

Mood| OK| Rank: Beta F| Gender: Female| With: Wit| Friends: unknown|

Scarlett laughs. "Nah, there's probably too many wolves to fight, but I just, you know, want to make a good impression before I injure them..." Scarlett replies, sweetly. Wow- sweetly- sure a surprise! Scarlett was beginning to take a liking to this wolf- not romantically or anything- he was just sweet, kind and playful. This Wit wolf could take a laugh... He may be trusted. But, she can't approve of him a friend with the click of a finger, she's pretty sure there's going to be more towards him. Unless he's one of those down right boring wolves with nothing to tell, or a far too adventurous for Scarlett to cope with, nope, if so then, there was no point saying hi. But he seemed quite friendly-his name was unique (which isn't quite rare, most of the pack have unique names, Scarlett's now a bit... You know, left out), he could take a laugh, but, there was a problem... Wow, in everything there's got to be a problem. Now that is honestly not fair.

Anyways, the problem was, he was far too proper.

Yes, yes, she understands that a gentleman has always got to be kind to a lady, but, with Scarlett's attitude, I'm sure everyone should know she's more of a boy than a girl. More of a male than a female. More of a gentlemen than a lady. But, everything else is fine... So far.


{ @Meta, well, I guess saying I was part polish was an underestimation. I was born there, and my entire family is Polish. My family is the only one, in our entire family tree, that has migrated to the UK, or anywhere else in fact. The problem is, I want to stay in the UK, so I might ruin the whole 'only polish' theme in my family tree... Whoops.}

{just quoting this so its noticed and easier to find :P^^}

((Thanks Scarlet! I'll reply either later tonight or tomorrow! I'm kinda sick and a bit out of it right now :'3))

[ghost queen.]

A husky bit of a laugh slipped from his lips in response, a bright little smile alight on his face. "Really really." his voice was warmed by his smile, eyes flashing spring colors while his autumn fur waved in a sudden breath of wind. Roan was never one to promise things lightly, for he held himself to his word more than anything else. He arched a fine brow daringly, falling back into his jesting mood momentarily, "Unless you think I'm trouble, then you should keep your packs secrets all to yourself." his voice was daring her once again to bring her gaze back to his, for a delta she seemed awfully shy all of a sudden.

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A b b e r v a i l .

Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.

m o o d ; ; curious. amused.
r a n k ; ; delta fae.
w i t h ; ; with roan.
f r i e n d s ; ; synabyl.
l o o k s ; ; ✖

Abbervail looked up at Roan slightly, "I do think you should come to the camp and I would probably never think you are trouble. I've had enough trouble in my life to deal with and for a fact, you seem like the type that would never cause trouble for me." She stated without really thinking. As she replayed her reply, she realized how it sounded and quickly clenched her jaw to keep from adding in more.