Divided We Stand (A Packs Roleplay, OPEN and ACCEPTING)

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((No worries Wolf, Ive actually thought about Amara and Kirsten as friends quite a few times too, interesting))

[The Royal Mirage]

((Not a creep at all. Not at all... *stares at own pile of headcanons* Sorry for the delayed reply guys, I wasn't feeling the best these past couple days. Doing better now though, so I figured I'd attempt to get something up for you all))

Tanga's grin turned sheepish, a dark blush tempted easily to her copper flecked cheeks as she placed the stew before her pinstriped charge, her large ears feeling warmed at the elder brute's praise. The fae wondered offhandedly if she would someday grow out of her blushing habit, she knew Lilith used to blush quite a lot and hardly ever did anymore, and the fae couldn't recall ever seeing a rosey hue stain Lia's cheeks. Though Tanga knew that the meals she made were often enjoyed by many members of the pack, she only really cooked them for their health benefits - sure, raw meat could sustain you for your entire life, but there was something about the addition of vegetables and spices, dried herbs for teas, that seemed to lend a greater quality to one's body and mind. "I'm sure the forest has plenty of ingredients needed to make these kinds of meals," she murmured, nudging her nose into her shaman's satchel for a few pressed daisy leaves; Nutmeg had said he would not need so many medicines that day, but she figured they might add a nice spice to the stew, and it would help soothe his aching joints further. "Whether Bastian wishes to pursue a path in cooking is up to him though. It's not a difficult pastime, but it takes some practice." Glancing up after her little addition, she gave a little flash of a smile. "I would be more than happy to help him if he's interested though."

((I don't even know with Tanga, I'm so sorry))

A sharp gust of wind caused Amos to puff up his near-nonexistent ruff, the lengthy hairs along his jaw being of little help buffeting the icy chill. The constant presence of the sun's rays helped dispel some of the cold nipping at Amos' dirtied hide, though the tips of his ears felt nearly numb after only just leaving his now-cozy den. The smell of freshwater was drawing at his senses, the only reason the warrior had left in the first place, pulling him towards the only place he would be able to become clean again, before a sudden change in wind brought another scent his way. It was one he was vaguely familiar with, a scent Amos had not encountered for an entire year - one of slightly dampened coal and basil, combined with the still-clinging scent of the forest pack. His singular brown orb widened, the brute's body seeming to check as he lifted a paw in an unsure scent. Surely it couldn't be Cat-killer, right? What reason did the young coal male have for being so far north? As Amos set his gaze to try to find the familiar pinstriped figure, and found none, he felt an uncomfortable itch crawl along his spine. Bastian knew what had happened so many months ago, he knew everything and his scent was here... It had the usually confident warrior shrinking low to the ground as he walking, slinking towards the water while keeping a vigilant eye and ear out for any signs of company.

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Dark lips parted in the faintest of breaths as Bastian let his lean figure vibrate in a fast little shiver. Upon reaching the crest of the hill, a breeze seemed to come running right up the other side to meet him, blanketing his thick fur against fine-tuned muscle and cutting him to the quick. Lazy eyes widened slightly at the chill, tail batting to one side recklessly as he let it trail faintly into the wind. The soot-pawed brute dropped his bright eyes from the always-new horizon, feeling a small hum cut out in his throat as he noticed the subtle darkening of the terrain in the little dipping valley below him. With another flick of his carefully gold-garnished ears the tall baron was letting his frame be tugged down into the rocky dip between the hills, turning to run along its middle divot when he reached the bottom so that he was following the subtle mud tracks that hinted to a water body ahead. His scent was blown out ahead of him, for he was jogging with the wind at his flanks. Perhaps it could be blamed on some attribute of cockiness on his part, or maybe it was just the way that his packs warriors had all been raised to think; but he felt no fear at whatever predators may lay ahead, thus knowingly allowing his scent to precede him. A decision that went almost against his nature itself, what with all of his early training in the art of hunting.

[-Ethereal-Catalyst-]

((Hey guys, I'll respond soon, sorry! I'm currently working on a 15 page research paper on PTSD and dogs, three articles for my journalism class, a french cultural activity write-up, a musics of the world topic paper, a photography project about drag queens, multiple residence hall programs that I have to organize, and 4-H Dog Showing. Plus getting ready for exams. If I live, I'll let you all know!))

[*~WolfSoul~*]

((Mirage, I checked in on your growing list of flower language, it's looking great! I also noticed that moss means maternal love and that was an unexpected connection with Amara, seeing that moss is one of her favorite plants and she grew up missing parental love. Also, no moon lilies? I would have thought that would be on there somewhere

Goldie, great minds think alike! My favorite headcanon for an Amara/Kirsten friendship is that they would have this unspoken understanding that neither ever ever touches the other, and they don't really talk about it but it really means something to both of them. It just seemed really cute to me, seeing as Kirsten hates to be touched and Amara isn't that comfortable with it either. It would just be this tacit lack of physical contact from the very beginning, and it would almost make them closer.

Anywho Wolf stop rambling alright

Catalyst, oh my goodness, heaps of good luck to you! Please don't feel any rush to reply.))

[The Royal Mirage]

((I understand completely Wolf, and making this list has been incredibly exhausting for me because of this exact reason - flowers have lots of different names. Datura, which is on the list, is the 'proper' name for moon lilies. I've had to look up every flower name I'm unfamiliar with to make sure I don't have any repeats, and that's a lot of flowers xD I actually have had some repeats, but because they have different meanings I don't mind tooo too much... I need a proofreader once I'm finished with this.

And holy cow rocious, that is A LOT of stuff. No worries about posting, take your time))

As the familiar scent grew stronger in his leather pink nose, Amos could feel the uneven thudding of his heart against his rib cage quicken, pupil dilated in anxiety as he found himself near surrounded by Bastian's scent on the wind. He hadn't confronted a member of his old pack since that awful day, the day he'd ripped the claws from his ears and abandoned the forests for good, left behind the past which seemed determined to catch up to him, and it came as a terrible shock to the warrior that he should feel this all encompassing panic at just a familiar scent. His bushy stub of a tail lowered in a manner which seemed to suggest that it may have been pressed to his belly had it been of full length, the brute casting his umber gaze around desperately for somewhere to run, somewhere to hide, somewhere he would not be seen or heard or scented. But the trees were sparse with the autumn winds, and the brush scraggly in the mountain soil, the dusty brute just barely spotting the unmistakable pinstriped figure of Bastian cresting the nearby hill. amos could swear his heart stopped at the sight, long legs bent lower as his lengthy chest fur brushed the shale-cobbled path, muddied paws shivering as he attempted to dart towards a boulder. He flinched as a shard of the sharp rock cut into his paw pad, little droplets of blood the only trace of the shaken warrior as he skittered towards his only viable refuge.

[*~WolfSoul~*]

((Hey guys. I should probably stop talking ooc so much but..I did not have the best day today and I'm hoping posting even something random here will help me out a little.

Mirage, darn those sneaky flower names! It all sounds like a lot of work, I look forward to seeing it completed and used in the RP.
Also, seeing Amos react to Bastian (or rather, Bastian's scent) is very interesting and my interest is piqued! *grabby hands*

Alright now I guess I'll try to work up the courage it takes to order myself a pizza.))

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((Aww Wolf, I just wanna cuddle you so hard right now

Also, I like your idea of Kirsten and Amaras unspoken rule about touching; Kirsten used to be quite hot and cold about touching, though I think she may be in a very cold headspace about it at present, yay for character development throughout several RPs))

Long-clawed toes picked up in almost prim steps as Bastian blew out a little breath, lips quirking faintly in an appreciative smile to the bite of the chilled air in his throat. A short flash of movement registered in his peripheral, though the breeze here was so constant and the little mountain plants always in such a motion, that his senses of acute sight had been strained to the point of dulled use. Fine hoops of gold winked against his charcoal ears as he lowered his head to sniff testingly at the thin puddles of water that were growing more consistent as he neared the now-visible brook. The water here seemed as biting as the shale rocks and the numbing wind, making the hairs over his fine ruff itch to bristle with a shiver as he stepped carefully into the shallower area of the stream. Technicolor eyes strayed upwards as he stooped to lap up a few tooth-chilling mouthfuls. With his drink came a pause to the wind, half startling Bastian into lifting his head in almost stunned reaction to the brief beat of silence. A faint wrinkle came to his lips immediately upon the winds pick-up again, it having changed its direction in a teasing caress across his rugged figure. There was the faintest blush of warmth in the breeze now; where once there was empty air, now it held the added friction of the most attention-demanding scent that Bastian had ever known. Dark-lined eyes clicked towards the scents presumed point of source, narrowing in their slant as he squinted into the breeze, head lowering as if he was stalking forward, rather than still standing stock-still with his toes in the icy water. Blood had always been a call to arms for the members of his pack, but these were not his lands, and he held no power of response to the scenting of rusted wildness in the air.

((Ugh, Idk))

The scent of sweet clove and clean musk rose to Fens blue-berry nose, eyes fluttering shut briefly as his paws stirred through his bag. His dark toes brushed against a small lute, danced over a cats-claw stringer, and lingered thoughtfully on the warmed leather of a bound book. The crashing of the waves lulled him into a slow blink, eyes tired but mind in a quiet place for once. Purpled toes again brushed over his booklet, though instead they dipped further into the soft-sided bag and drew out the stringer instead. He pushed towards the grey-blushing rocks that were reaching tentatively into the clear waters, stringer looped haphazardly around his arched neck as he deftly waded into the waters. Lengthy legs carried him farther into the depths than was usually customary for this time of year for swims, but he wasn't there to take a dip. Instead he felt his abdomen cinch in a flex of toned muscle as the salted water reached greedily into his thick ink-stain fur. Dark paws stirred around finally as he reached blindly for the weaved rope he knew was anchored somewhere below him. When he finally felt the bite of the rope between his toes, the dark baron rolled his shoulders in a quick prep before he was cutting through the chilled waters with his dark nose, eyes squeezed shut until he surfaced again with the rope in tow between porcelain teeth. By the time he was struggling back onto shore, his neck was warmed with the pull of muscle, cut figure slicked and strikingly dark as he still hadn't shaken his fur out from his quick roll through the waves. Several minutes later he was breathing through salted lips as the fish trap was cutting lines through the sand, blinking the sting from his lashes absently as he could see the struggling of the fish within the carefully-crafted trap.

((I feel as thought my writing has suffered greatly as of late, both out of disuse/little practice, and my own lack of time to spend reading and keeping up my vocabulary. My apologies guys, I just need a bit to find my bearings again))

[*~WolfSoul~*]

((Hey everybody, just swinging by to say hi! I'll be hella busy the next two weeks due to final projects and the long-dreaded AP exams, plus prom and some other stuff. On the upshot, I'll be hearing about some scholarships Tuesday and Avengers 2 is coming out Thursday! I'm excited! I hope everyone's been doing well and staying safe. I miss you guys. I wish I had the artistic skill to toss out a few drawings to you all as "Wolf wuvs you" gifts periodically, but alas I'm terrible. I did see an uber cute picture of a dog earlier --> https://41.media.tumblr.com/72f1c31fdc8d9df307af731c9884bca2/tumblr_nah97uD1B31sagsk0o2_1280.jpg

It reminds me of Amara, with the expression and the flowers and the way the grass hides her. If I could, I'd be drawing lots of doggies with flower crowns right now.

Anyways, just wanted to say hi! I hope all of you have a great day!))

[*~WolfSoul~*]

((*comes up for air* Hi everybody, hope you're all doing well and staying safe. I just finished a really long week and now that the fog has lifted, the next two weeks look like they'll be smooth sailing. I've finished my AP exams and gotten some college junk off my shoulders, so I can breathe a little. And I saw Age of Ultron!

Anyway, just stopping in to say hi again and check in with you all. I don't even remember where my characters are at right now, but that's ok xD. I'm just glad to relax (albeit I'm sitting with every fan on and a cold rag on my neck, it's almost 90).

Alright well I miss you guys and hope you're all having a good time wherever you are!))