k a m p f e r wrote:Channing nodded and stood on his paws, following her to the hunting grounds. He stretched out his body and shook his fur free of loose hair. "So.." he mumbled aloud, unsure of what to say. "The weather today is quite nice," he stated and gazed up to the sun, sighing gently. "I love these types of days."
Kat shook her head as if to protest, "no, its okay.." she whispered, staring at her paws. But it wasn't okay. She couldn't love or have pups, she'd die alone. Alone with no friends or family. "I was just.. wondering," the female looked back up to Vinyl, smiling softly. The nice breeze blew through her pure white fur, and she looked back down to her scarred paws.

Mood| OK| Rank: Beta F| Gender: Female| With: Wit| Friends: unknown|
AJ Craft wrote:ASPEN
After being startled by her own sneeze, she shook her pelt and padded into the forest. Aspen always padded in the forest when things were on her mind. It gave her a place to think. All was quiet except the rustling of the tree's and bushes from the cool, crisp wind. Though, something odd came into her nose. It was, the scent of another wolf.
The hairs on the back of her neck rose slightly as she stopped in her tracks. She lifted her nose and continued to smell. The scent was fresh. About 3 minutes ago. The fae began padding slowly, carefully, and quietly towards the wolf scent. She was about six wolf-lengths away from a large, black brute, who seemed to be feasting on a small rabbit. She kept quiet and low, behind a bush, watching the brute.
-goldleaf- wrote:((Does anyone have an open character they would like to bring out? I have two that have yet to come into the RP at all))
Little Sister. wrote:Idk if Skater is open or not.)
Echo;; wrote:⚔⚔S y n a b y l .Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.Synabyl merely answered with a tilt of the grey head and giving her name to Skater. "Well I'm Synabyl. Syn for short. And whatcha mean by that? Do I reek of the pack I used to be in, still?" She asked Skater, her yellow-goldish eyes seeming glossy as the Alaskan sun hit them. "Anyway, I don't have a pack. It was destroyed soon after I came to power after losing it once." She stated, shaking some of the snow that was falling from the trees, which were blowing in the direction the wind was. The small flurrie of snow that was lifted off of the branches of the tree, continued to fall onto Synabyl's coat, wetting it slightly.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 ; ; ☣

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