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

[The Royal Mirage]

((Oddly disappoint. I honestly don't know how I feel about Cray anymore, but I would be interested to see how he would pan out here. I can definitely see Kirsten enjoying life in the forest though, seeing as it's only a little less confusing than her old one in Scandalous *I need to send Ruby exploring when her shoulder heals*))

Tanga added some of the fine sea salt she had bartered from the shores to her broth mixture, before removing the boiled bones carefully. They steamed between her teeth, and she was sure not to let their heat touch against her sensitive tongue as she put them into a rubbish pile. Tossing the potatoes and onions in with a little grin, the bouncy fae set to work cutting slices of sweet, juicy carrots. It wasn't exactly a natural thing for wolves to eat vegetables, she knew, but there was just something so appealing about them to the little shaman. She noticed how much faster her patients healed whenever she fed them vegetables, how much stronger she herself felt when eating them regularly, even if they weren't always easy to find.

[-goldleaf-]

((I feel like both my royal siblings would see little in their way of following after Lilith after her sudden departure, Cray because he luvs her and Kirsten because she's Kirsten. Also, I feel as though this Rp should be named after something family-related since it's so full of siblingsXD idk if anyone else has noticed but it's quite taken over my attention more than once))

[The Royal Mirage]

((I actually didn't notice until now, but you're quite right - the only non-siblings I have are Gemini and Tanga, and they technically don't count since Gemini had a brother and Tanga has her adopted sisters. So yeah, dayum. But still, I like what I came up with for the name, it was just a spur of the moment thing when we were planning in pm and I needed a better subject than 'wolf rp'))

[spiff]

((I was never a large participant of Scan, SN, or Still Scan so I can't say I've interacted with Cray or Kirsten a whole lot, but I have to admit I'm curious as to how they'd act here, especially with moody Lilith. I do believe this is your first RP without either of them, Goldie. :O
WAIT MIRAGE WHAT IS THIS ABOUT WRITING A BOOK))

"She never told me her name," said Finn indignantly, though in the undercurrent of her voice there was the perceptible relief she felt at having found the mockery she'd been so certain would come. She didn't know what she would have done if he hadn't said anything at all about her hypocrisy, which was troublesome, but something she figured she didn't need to worry about since he had met her expectations in the end. He hadn't caught her entirely out of her element just yet and she didn't add that she might not have been paying attention when the little healer had introduced herself, reasoning that she'd already given him enough material to tease her with for the rest of her life. "Maybe I will," she said in reply to his last statement, lifting her chin in childish defiance, though the enigma behind her eyes made it impossible to tell whether or not she was serious. "Though I'll be sure to spare you the discomfort of being there while I humiliate myself on your behalf."

There we go, Finvarra thought with satisfaction as Amara's eyes widened enough to reveal the ring of intense teal. His own summer-sky gaze wandered over her face again, taking in the subtle softening of her stony expression with some delight. "Well then, Amara," he said with a slight half-grin, "I tip my hat to you." She might not have ever seen a hat, considering that this particular pack didn't seem overly fixated on accessories, but she didn't need to be familiar with the expression to know it was one of respect. He looked over his shoulder as Maia and her lovely companion disappeared off to who-knew-where, then turned back to Amara with a question in the tilt of his head. "Do you know who the white she-wolf is?"

[Nellas]

((I apologize for my absence; I feel like I've been run over by the train of stress so I haven't been able to write at all. I'll either be on -a lot- this week or only sparely, at the moment I don't know))

[*~WolfSoul~*]

Upon his compliment, Amara gave a modest dip of her head. As she blinked, her lashes could be glimpsed against the paleness of her eyes - like the rest of her, they were relatively short and spiky, seeming a bit sparse in areas. Perhaps if she was healthier, they could be full, but nonetheless each one was inky black and soft. On their tips, many droplets of water from the storm shone and winked tiny rainbows at Finn. Her ears perked to listen to his question about Lia, casting her gaze over his shoulder to watch the two faes disappear. "She arrived here yesterday evening," the dove began, blinking again and sending a few of the tiny rain droplets to the ground, "Lia is her name. She seems to be very close with Maia and Lilith. Perhaps she is a sister." She turned her eyes back to the brute who was positively gleaming, each lock of gilded fur shimmering with dampness from the rain. Yes, she knew Lia was certainly in Finn's league. That was obvious. But she didn't know if he asked after the lush fae out of simple curiosity or something more. After just a moment she decided that she didn't care much nor was it her business. But still she wondered. She cast her gaze out to the landscape, asking herself what she should do now that Maia was done with the border patrol and consequently so was Amara herself. "I suppose I could give you a tour around our territory, show you the hotspots. Or I can help you get to know the other wolves. Or, you could decide to go on your own to do as you please. I suppose it all depends on how sick you are of being around other wolves..." The skinny dove trailed off as she looked at him, her shaded tail curling to brush one sharp hip where locks of wet fur revealed their deeper colors, soft browns and rusts and bisques blended to be subtle. "Though you seem to me like one who enjoys lots of company, Finvarra." She added, at long last allowing a small, gentle smile to grace her muzzle as her velvet-and-sugar voice tried out his name. As with many other times, the distinct way she spoke made his name sound like a foreign word, an endearment, a blessing. Then, just in case he didn't like being called by his full name, she corrected, "Finn."

[spiff]

"Hmm," Finn hummed, filing the name away for a possible future encounter. If she was so close to Maia, then why was she a loner? And if she was a loner, then what was she doing here? Ordinarily, he wouldn't have taken so much interest in another's life, but it was impossible for him not to pry in this case; he was simply bewildered by how it was possible not to want to live with your siblings. Frey was more trouble than he was worth, but that hadn't stopped the twins from following him halfway across the world. "Curiouser and curiouser," he remarked obscurely, returning his attention to Amara and tracing the slight curve of her smile as she spoke. "You're absolutely right about that, though I actually think I've been holed up in that den for too long; I can't stand the idea of going back in right now. You get used to being a loner, I guess. Sometimes I think that if Frey and I had been born in the same litter, I'd be just as moody as him." His smile was lighthearted as ever, but it turned troubled as his thoughts inevitably strayed to his younger brother. But he wiped it away as he continued, "Besides, I couldn't turn down a tour from one as interesting as yourself. It seems my sister and I are going to be around for a while until Frey's leg heals, so I might as well get to know the territory."

[*~WolfSoul~*]

Amara noted the brute's obvious curiosity about the stunning Lia, and admitted to herself after a moment that she couldn't blame him, though the slate and ink dove was not particularly concerned with anyone's secrets. She was curious enough about her own.. She did not realize that she had trailed into staring off toward the horizon until Finn's voice brought her back as he explained his fatigue with the medicine den. She turned her gaze back to him, her eyes once again slightly narrowed to hide the teal rings, and didn't miss the troubled trail off to his smile when he spoke of Frey. As this happened, her peculiar response was a subtle smirk, her eyes giving off a light of amusement as she thought back to troublesome Frey and the first meeting between herself and the gangling brute. She quickly hid this expression, realizing it may be misinterpreted. As the shining brute before her continued, she caught him mention that she was...interesting? At this, her ears flicked of their own accord into two different directions, giving the carefully cool fae an overall look of off-guard surprise that was rather adorable. She corrected her expression quickly, giving a nod. "I'll show you around then.." With a flick of her tail, she turned, heading for the fresh waterfall that a few of the wolves favorited.

[spiff]

Absorbed in his own thoughts, Finn missed Amara's smirk at the mention of his brother's name, but he did catch her surprised expression at his offhanded half-compliment before she hid it. Though he managed to keep a straight face, he was as usual unable to keep his amusement from his eyes as he searched her features for any last traces of the comical expression. She seemed unused to receiving praise or respect, which made him muse about the possible causes for a moment. Perhaps it was also related to her generally closed-off demeanor. But he didn't wonder long, as he wasn't one to consider things until they began to concern him, and loped after her as she turned and headed in a seemingly random direction.

((Sorry for the shortness, there wasn't much he could do but follow her.))

[*~WolfSoul~*]

((No problem ))

Amara's eyes swept the landscape as she fell into a trot, trusting that her legs would not cramp up. Though her frame was thin and malnourished, as she moved there was a distinct soundness to her legs that was suggestive of a strongly built parent, and the bounce in her trot said she had a proud mother. But all of this was subtle, merely potential rather than reality, potential that was dwindling as she aged without health. As her thoughts went back to Finn's mention of Frey, she made an effort to speak, "Has your brother always been so...?" She trailed off, unable to select one word to describe the grating, offensive edge that Frey held about himself like a shield. She cast a sideways glance to the bright male beside her, flashing a partial ring of the deep color around her irises as she did so.