ＷＩＬＤ ＷＡＲ ll Semi-Lit Wolf RP ll Open

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black wolf ● she-wolf ● Forest//Camp ● tags;; Winter//Cote
● wayra pack

Dark amber orbs watched the sky, staring at the different hues of blues and whites. Petrova felt the urgent tugging of the wind against her dark ebony-grey fur; shivers tingled down her spine as a chill rose. It was fall, the trees losing their precious leaves; as the green pigment faded to a brilliant array of brilliant shades of reds, yellows, and golds. They seemed to be a whole different level of ethereal tranquility and beauty; the whole scene made the she-wolf wants to cry and smile at the same time. Feeling perplexed, though the irony was simple, wolves cannot cry. Soft vibrations shook the sound-sensitive hairs that filled her ears. Her blackish grey triangles swiveled forward and her brown, amber-stained orbs drifted down and locked on the forms of two she-wolves. One, white as snow, the other black as night. Winter and Cote. Petrova scrambled to her paws, remembering her father’s instructions ‘always stand in the alphas presence.’

“Petrova, where were this fine morning.” Spoke the white alpha, causing her to angle her head towards her.
Petrova had to keep from rolling her eyes, she respected Winter but understand, this did not mean she was fond of her. She could tell, Winter did not trust her and the feeling was mutual, though Petrova would not let someone’s feelings get in the way of proving to her pack she deserved to be here. Huffing, she opened her jaws in a wide yawn; showing a salmon pink tongue and slightly yellow eyeteeth. “I patrol borders, scents of lone wolves; stale.” She replied, her voice although feminine was a low rumble.
“There is a distinct odor of unfamiliar lobo in the land.” came Cote’s strange tenor. Pulling back her black lips, baring her fangs, Petrova looked quite terrifying as a low growl resounded deep in her barrel. Petrova lowered her maw, putting her coal black gem to the ground; the wet surface causing dirt to stain her nose. Nostrils flaring as she took in all the scents, of course she got nothing, so she did not believe Cote, still, she lifted her maw to the sky. Sniffing again, new scents filled her nasal cavity. Imagine her surprise when an unidentified scent of another canid was detected amongst all the other scents, so Cote was telling the truth after all. “I will find the border-crosser.” rumbled Petrova.
She turned away and before anyone could object; she was gone.

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Incendious Inci|Female|Pack Member|Quidel|3

The female groaned when the morning light sweeped into her eyes, she turned in her den so that her dark back reflected the light away, avoid eye contact with it. She curled up tightly, her paws under her chest, tucked neatly. Her tail swished once, twice, and then settled on the dirt ground. She drifted off to sleep again, folding her ears back at the sound of Koda's wake-up call. In her mind she sighed, she had no intention to wake up. What's the point? She thought to herself, Get up, hunt, sink into a hidden place and avoid everybody, and go to bed. She rehearsed what she expected to happen, for the female was not a social wolf and was definitely not an optimist.

Finally, Incendious rose to her paws and slipped out of her den, stretching herself out for a moment. A long, tiring yaws caught her breath and her pink tongue curled out as her teeth flashed, until her jaws met each other again and she began her drowsy walk around camp, proving she was awake and not disobeying Koda's call. She sat down next to a boulder and flopped onto her belly, then rolled onto her side, resting on the soft grass and her eyes gradually shut closed. Her tail slowly swayed contently as a faint grin glued onto her muzzle, feeling the sun's early rays catch in her dark, thick coat. This was a wolf built for winter, her dark fur, thick underfur to trap heat, and longer strands waving apart from her cloak to shield her from the cold that wind brought. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment when once again the sun bugged her eyes, she shifted so that the sun touched her tail and back, not her face. She was only taking a nap, and soon she'd awake with a growling belly and go off hunting to satisfy her hunger.

Bear Claw Bear, Claw|Male|Beta|Wayra|4

A dark, masculine figure prowled through the forest, his fur grazing the towering trunks of large oaks and conifers, his paws flying above twigs and pebble. Dapples of sunlight scattered his coat as the morning sunlight dripping from the leaves, the rim of his body shape glowed in a golden outline. He smiled, Bear Claw's unique grin was a touch crooked, but happier than ever. He was showing off his emotion to the sun, looking up at the canopy of trees he gazed at the light blue that leaved through the branches. Returning his look to stare forward, he surveyed his path, his ears swiveling like satellites. Each paw took it's turn swinging forward and pressing into the dirt, Bear's eyes sparkled with his natural curiosity as he kept alert, as always. His nose twitched when a new scent hit him, striking him as a warning of danger. A newcomer was on the lands, and the Beta had to hop-to-it and get it taken care of. Quickly he changed his course and headed towards the source of the scent, when another one sunk into his nose. Petrova, a fellow packmate who seemed to also be coming to check out who was there.

Claw's eyes narrowed at the figure of Northern, in the pack's territory. His smile faded and he approached the brute, tail dominantly high, but he remained a respectful distance away from the male, giving him space. "Hello," he greeted, his voice smooth yet rough at the same time, a comforting mixture. "I am Bear, or you may call me Claw. Have you noticed you've crossed into an occupied land?" He questioned, but was sure he knew the answer. The border was covered in scent markings, and anyone could find that wolves lived inside this territory, or so Claw thought. His eyes flickered from the strange brute to where the scent of the female was coming, and then back at the peculiar wolf.

[GrayStar51]

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" Ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔｋｎｏｗ ｗｈｅｒｅ Ｉ ｂｅｌｏｎｇ...
ａｌｌ Ｉ ｋｎｏｗ ｉｓ Ｉ ｂｅｌｏｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ ｙｏｕ"
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name: northern
nickname: just north
gender: male
age: six years old
rank: loner wolf
affiliation: no current relation to a pack
traits: intelligent, clever, flirtatious, lonely
love: mesmerized by petrova,
but he wouldn't call it love yet.
tagged: bear, petrova.
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Northern kept walking through the trees, the maples turning to evergreens, the soft crunch of leaves to a bed of orange needles. He knew he was heading closer and closer to the center of the pack, hoping he would find a more concrete trail to follow. Eventually he did; the recent scent of a fae. She smelled beautiful, like soft grass and dew. Her scent was truly unique though, something about it smelled like the dawn. He could feel the warmth of her fur through just the trace left behind here. As a loner, that was usually the only beauty of a fae he ever witnessed; a stale scent. But if she was in the pack, she might not be as long gone as some female loners might have been. Now he really looked forward to finding the pack, and meeting the fae's inside. Perhaps one would be his beauty to this beast.

Just as soon as he finished admiring the fae's scent, he caught the soft sound of paw steps approach him. North looked up to see a tall, bristling brute watching him with just a touch of hostility. He smiled warmly towards the brute, sitting down and warping his bushy white tail politely around his paws, as if merry to see him. "Why, Hello! I was rather hoping to bump into someone by now. Please know, I am of no threat to you. I simply wish to speak to your leader, if I may." He said happily, appearing as harmless as can be. He wanted to make a first good impression, and a disarming smile with no lack of charm would at least open the brute up to be more friendly. He was used to a defensive reaction from most wolves, it was only natural.

However, what really caught his attention was the ebony sleek fae that appeared after him. She was stunning, her cold golden eyes fixed on him with a wild ferocity. She looked a little rough around the edges, but she enchanted him none the less. And of course, she had the beautiful scent he had come to admire just moments ago. Maybe it wasn't so stale after all. Entranced, he continued his introduction. "My name is Northern, and trust me, The pleasure is all mine."

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black wolf ● she-wolf ● Forest ● tags;; Bear // North
● wayra pack

Petrova made her way through the forest at a brisk pace, black paws skimming the ground as she walked. Her coal black gem twitched as she recalled the unfamiliar yet intriguing scent of the loner. He smelled, different, and strange though, Petrova liked strange, she sniffed again. Taking in the scents as she swerved left avoiding a low-hanging tree branch. Another scent mingled with the loners, causing the female to let out a huff. Why-why was this happening to her? It was Bear’s scent she detected, the beta. She let out a low growl in agitation; this was her only chance at proving her loyalty to Winter. Only Fenris knows, how much Winter didn't trust her. Petrova imagined dragging the border-crosser into the camp clearing, him begging for mercy-her laughing evilly, and Winter thanking her by groveling at her paws. Well, we all know the third part would never in a million cycles happen.

Although, the thought brought a smile to the she-wolves maw; her tail beginning to wag softly- left and right. She followed Bear Claw’s scent, knowing he would lead her to the trespasser. Voices startled her from her reverie, looking up as she made out Bear’s from among the green terrain. Petrova began to walk faster, her pace becoming a slow trot. Finally, she reached him, appearing as she made her way into the forest clearing. Her amber/golden orbs locked with the form of the male wolf standing in front of them. Petrova gaped, she was expecting a putrid-smelling, skinny; flea-bitten wolf on the verge of death. Not this-this wolf standing in front of her. Before her was a handsome, well-built male with white fur that glinted in the weak rays of the sun that managed to break through the think canopy of the trees. His fur looked soft, so soft she wanted to reach out and touch it. Wait…..what? Shaking her head, she tried to clear all these unfamiliar, confusing feelings crowding her head. She still kept her gaze locked with the males, what could she do, she was captivated by the loners presence. She was still very much aware of Bear’s presence beside her.

“My name is Northern, and trust me, The pleasure is all mine.” Spoke the male, and hearing his voice only intrigued her further. It held a certain carefree tinge with and underlying charisma.

Petrova was surprised, was he-was that- no it couldn't be. Was Northern flirting with her? The whole idea of a wolf, let alone a loner, thinking she was interesting enough to flirt with brought a harsh chuckle from her maw. “Whoa, slow down there, big shot. May I ask why you are here and what you want, exactly?” she questioned, her tone coy yet with a playful undertone.

[GrayStar51]

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" Ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔｋｎｏｗ ｗｈｅｒｅ Ｉ ｂｅｌｏｎｇ...
ａｌｌ Ｉ ｋｎｏｗ ｉｓ Ｉ ｂｅｌｏｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ ｙｏｕ"
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name: northern
nickname: just north
gender: male
age: six years old
rank: loner wolf
affiliation: no current relation to a pack
traits: intelligent, clever, flirtatious, lonely
love: curious about petrova
tagged: petrova, bear
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North smiled as she seemed to notice his interest particularly with her. Yes, he was being a bit flirtatious, but as a loner, pretty girls come and go in a few short moments. He was naturally a fast paced romantic. "Slow down there, North. Be careful with this one." He told himself. He didn't want to move to quickly for her; some fae's get overwhelmed with too much flirting. He relaxed back on his haunches, his eyes briefly drifting off her before returning softly back to her loveliness. Poor North couldn't help himself.

"Of course, Miss. I was in the area, looking for somewhere to settle for winter, when I came across your border. I thought it only wise to join a pack, as last winter was especially hard on me. Winter is the loneliest, coldest time for a loner, as I'm sure you know. If you don't mind me saying, miss, I believe you were a loner not to long ago. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I can tell by your build. You look stronger, wilder, than your friend here. " He responded, his muzzle pointed to he brute beside her. Yes, it was true, he could tell she had been a loner not to long ago. It was the way she held herself, that self pride of being independent at some point in your life. That point of view didn't come from being spoon-fed by a pack all your life.

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{ I have to go, will respond tomorrow. Good night! ^^ }

[dodobird959]

Bear Claw Bear, Claw|Male|Beta|Wayra|4

Bear's tail immediately dropped to hang loosely behind his legs, his partially-raised hackles settled on his back as the brute, who he soon learned was named Northern, had sat down and appeared harmless. He returned the grin, his eyes twinkling lightly in the sunlight that reflected off his orbs. Turning his head, he glanced Petrova during their conversation, he himself keeping quiet. When North spoke about joining the pack, a rush shot through Bear. New wolves always got him excited, it gave him a chance to maybe gain a new friend.
As he didn't feel as much a part in the conversation, he stepped back to let them talk. It was none of his business and didn't want to push his nose into their exchange of words, he dipped his head to Petrova, then North. "It was nice meeting you. I suppose I'll be on my way, call for me if you need me." He said, offering a last smile before he turned to leave. His image fade into the thick foliage of trees, his body swerved, dodging each tall trunk, his ears perked and focused on the light twittering if the small birds, perched high above his head. His vision blurred as he zoned-out from the outside world, all his senses shut off except for his hearing, as he listened to the melodic sounds of the birds he very much admired. He accidentally jammed a paw beneath a log and stumbled over it, his paw wedged between the packed dirt and the rotting log. He groaned, trying to pull his paw free. He regained his footing and inspected his caught paw, carefully shifting it one side to another, as if to unscrew it from the natural trap he had tripped upon. After a moment of determination, he was free, and he sat down, lifting his forepaw as close to his eyes as he could, trying to see if it had been damaged.
He got up and continued his stroll, his injury was nothing more than a sore paw from the false footing. His tail swayed back and forth and the moment faded from his mind as he listened to the birds again, this time making sure he payed attention to where he was going.

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g e n d e r :: Male
a g e :: 4 years
p a c k :: Quidel
r a n k :: Alpha Male
c r u s h :: Open

Koda

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The brute's ebony tail waved back and forth on the rocky bottom, sending at least two pebbles scattering with each wag. His ears worked as satellites above his head, constantly angling for any sounds. Anything at all that could become of interest. Alas, there was nothing this fine morning. Just the very distant voices of the mutts in Wayra Pack. The very thought of them brewed a rumble deep in his throat, which, as it surfaced, became the most truest of growls. The appearance of Incendious and Ansuz snapped his mind back to what was currently important: his pack. Quidel. Koda nodded a greeting in response to Ansuz, then did the same for the fae, Incendious. Who does that leave, then? Kage, Akira, Natasha, Illusion, Aphrodite, and Ella. The brute offered up one last bark on the stragglers' behalves. A lot needed to be done today, so it was best to start early.

As Koda sat in wait, his mind slipped into daydreaming. This was common for him, as it stimulated his mind and kept his boredom from boiling up and spilling over. This time, the fantasy was of a hunt. Not just any hunt, a Pack Hunt. A hunt that included the entire pack: Alpha in front, Beta right behind. The rest of the pack members, then the omegas. All running together, all under the command of a single wolf. The fact that they had the ability to work with such unity made the obsidian brute grin a bit. But suddenly, it was all ruined. A white wolf was running to catch up with Quidel. After a moment, Koda recognized the vixen as Winter, Wayra Alpha. That was it for Koda, and he shook his entire body to rid his mind of its most recent fantasy.

g e n d e r :: Female
a g e :: 3 years
p a c k :: Loner
r a n k :: Loner
c r u s h :: Open

Kimaya

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The early fall blades made an ever so slight crunch as each snowy paw was placed carefully upon the ground. Icy blue irises danced with the light of the dawn sun, getting brighter now that the mist had disintegrated once more. As it does every morning. Kimaya had revised her course a bit, now heading in a more eastern direction. She wasn't aiming for an particular location, although the hope of prey burned inside her, mostly in the vixen's stomach. She hadn't eaten since last night, and such an active fae as herself needed food to keep up with the lifestyle. As if summoned by her very own hunger, the scent of deer wafted her way. Kimaya followed ever so silently, not wanting to give the deer anything to be alarmed by. However, as she got closer, another scent wafted from the ground. Wayra. The ivory wolf now stood on the border of Wayra Pack. The thought, though, did not do a single thing to stop her. She was a loner, and in her mind, loners came and went as they pleased, not restricted by any dumb war. So, with ginger paws, Kimaya entered Wayra territory, hot on the scent trail of deer.

After a while more, she saw the hooves herbivores. There was one male, made apparent by the decor on his head. Along with him were three mature females and two fawns. Kimaya's stomach demanded one of the older females, but the vixen was no fool. Bringing down a mature whitetail by herself would be a difficult task that she did not currently have the energy for. So instead, her blue eyes locked upon the larger fawn. The snowy vixen crouched, stalking closer. She was downwind of the deer, which was an advantage all on it's own. Plus, with the cover of trees and undergrowth now, Kimaya was able to blend in, even with her brilliant white coat. Slowly but surely, she crept closer. Closer. Until she went for the kill. The shock in the deers' eyes were genuine. They had not noticed the wolf stalking the . The mature deeds had a developed instinct, making their legs move instantly. The fawns, though slower, retreated as well. But Kimaya was hot on their tails. It didn't take long for her target fawn to stumble, which gave the vixen a chance to overtake it. The snowy fae bit down on the fawn's neck, and all was silent once more. Kimaya had food, and the deer herd had one less member.

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She saw the new figure, black, it was Cote. Her paws leading her from the dusky entrance of camp, she had returned just as Petrova had. Was she and Petrova originally on a patrol? Did they leave fearing Winter would wake too late for th early patrol? Disgusted if that was the case, she hoped her clan did not think of her as that. The rumbling voice of Côte hit her ears, transmitting every word and sound emitted from the she wolfs mouth to her brain. It was a quick message, but something she dreaded the sound of. An intruder. Did Petrova not mention her linger on the border, sniffing out any loners, she didn't do it well, then. As her top jaw broke free of her bottom jaw, Petrova pounced off, grumpy at the words of Côte. Was she angry about her failure? Or annoying Winter would send her off. Winter was still annoyed at her for the mistake, and for her to learn, she had to to be taught what was wrong. Winter's feet picked up the dirt, spraying it over the ground. The dust lingered around, covering the small area of camp she had occupied. Her paws lead her winding around the forest, her head spinning on the ideas of who the intruder was and what to do with Petrova. Petrova! she yelled, hitting a sound of anger at the end. At least someone picked up on it. Her jowl moved up, wrinkling her lower part of her muzzle. A snarl was formed on her perfectly white face, she could pick up the scent of three wolves, Bear, Petrova and, well, the loner. He was not welcomed here. Their voices soon jumped to her ears as she broke a small branch on a growing tree, it wouldn't live through winter now. She skidded to a halt, the sight of Petrova and the loner startled her, she expected them further down. She raised her head and raised her fur, it spiking as a growl escaped her mouth. Her jowl moved once more up into a snarl, angry, yes she was. You! Who are you, loner? she snapped, waving her tail angrily. Petrova, you need some explaining? You said yo just checked the border, yet you couldn't Pick this rogue up? I'm lucky Cote was also out, we'd be loosing food, and as a former loner I suspect you know what that means in winter. she lacked the kindness that was sometimes in her voice, now her voice was a simple yet cold tone, she wasn't happy.

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the white fae wakes up to the sun reflecting off her silky coat. she squints hr eyes before standing up fully and arching down her back in a stretch. a small yarn slipping through her jaws. her eyes widen as she comes into focus of the surrounding den. she ducks under the moss that fell over her sleeping area and came out of the dark hole in the ground. she looked around before fully getting out of the den. she looked around looking for someone to talk to or to do something with, like going on a border patrol.the fae, makes her way around the camp nodding politely to anyone she had come across. as she came to the exit of the camp she have one last look behind her and then carried on walking. her brown eyes scanning the scenery around her, not looking for much. rayne padded along the side of the forest. she carried her head low. only looking up if there was any kind of sound. after walking for a while she found herself by the waters edge. she looked at herself in the water, she then lifted her nose to the air to find herself on the border. she looked out into the distance wandering if she could see anyone. rayne had never really understood why both packs were always at each others throats. and to be quite honest she didn't even want to fight the other pack. she didn't know what they had done wrong. the fae finally decided to sit down at the rivers edge. she pawed the water, getting the tip of her paw slightly wet.