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

[The Royal Mirage]

((Just finished Mel, I couldn't resist >< I'll respond for Opal momentarily))

"You treat me just like another stranger; well it's nice to meet you sir, I guess I'll go, I'd best be on my way out."

Player name: The Royal Mirage
Pack: Eastern Shores
Name: Melanie
Age: 4 years
Gender: Female, of course
Scent: Melanie's scent is one all wolves of the shores are familiar with, having infused into her pelt so thoroughly that her original scent cannot be detected even slightly. It is the comforting perfume of freshly baked breads that riddles her supple pelt, mixed with the ever present rush of a salty sea breeze. If she were to spend an extended amount of time away from her home, it is presumed that Melanie's scent would revert to its original state, that of vanilla blossoms.
Body Type: Lustful strokes and charming dips make up a majority of Melanie's figure from nose to tail, her figure one of sturdy elegance. Her slender face is framed by tousled bangs, showing off her slanted eyes with playful ease, elegantly arched neck curving into her voluptuous figure in an eye-catching play of sly appeal. Her legs are not particularly long, but their ample curves of natural muscle give them a more subtle allure.
Pelt color: Plush fur of ashy grey covers most of Melanie's figure, interrupted only by a few lighter or darker markings here and there, the opulent tendrils refracting even the slightest of lights in a purplish-blue iridescent glow not often seen on wolves of her colouring.
Markings: Most striking is the crowfeather black that surrounds her eyes like a thief's mask, very fitting all things considered, the notched markings bringing out her expressive brows and drawing others' gazes to her beguiling lime orbs. Her paws are the same crowfeather colouring, though in a less neat pattern than those of her brothers - her right fore- and left hind-paws speckle up her delicate ankles, where as the opposite paws hold the charcoal colouring only upon their toes. Black speckling travels down from the tips of her ears, drawing attention to their coy curves and flicks, showing more emotion than is ever truly permitted. A darker ash grey coats Melanie's chest and the tip of her tail, with snowy white speckling hardly noticeable along her back. Snowy hackles and bangs finish the wild look.
Eye Color: Much the opposite of her brother, Melanie's slanted orbs are the bright, alluring shade of a beautiful fresh lime, with specks of sunlight clustered around the pupil.
Other Details: Melanie will sometimes wear jewelry or cloth that she steals, though mostly she sells it. Her only constant accessory is a white saiga coin pouch tied to her left hind ankle.
Personality: Melanie is about as ladylike as five o'clock shadow, and just as tantalizing. Her bold attitude and disregard for propriety is only accented by her captivating beauty, giving her titles the likes of 'trouble', 'Jezebel', 'urchin', as well as some more creative and less pleasant names. The cloudy dove is known for her beauty as well as her mischievous nature, and this has made her quite openly vain, uncaring of whether her opinion makes her sassy or cocky. Ignoring her is a worse idea than going along with her, this being an invitation for more practiced lures and almost certain spirals into the underbelly of the shores. She is unfairly clever, and could put her intelligence to good use if she weren't so rebellious, instead tricking her way into food, coin and favorable drinks. Her facade is well built and complete, almost fully shadowing her soft heart with the headstrong, arrogant fae she made herself. One thing is for certain: when Melanie comes around, you're in for one heck of a day.
Likes: Fermented beverages of every sort are a devilish temptation that the omega can't resist, being most drawn to the temperate whiskies that take years to age properly and one night to finish. Melanie enjoys herself more than should be possible, finding every opportunity to flaunt her appeal despite not being one for mirrors - she simply enjoys seeing the mixed reactions she gets, from attraction to caution in the blink of an eye. Melanie has never been very artistic in any sense, except perhaps with her words, but has always had an acutely feminine appreciation for all fine things, combs and jewelry especially, though music is something that can charm her as easily as a snake. She loves to dance for similar reasons as her other hobbies - showing herself off. Melanie has always had an innate grace to her that may have been born from her mother's musical ability, giving her an ease of motion that is enchanting to watch, and just as enchanting for her to perform.
Dislikes: Melanie dislikes many things - the restrictive nature of her birthpack, the prudish behavior of her packmates, and the terrible headache that comes after a night well spent being just a few of them. She has had enough disappointment in life to be fine with things not going her way, though this can irritate her when she is exceptionally close to victory.
Main Talent: Her cleverness is definitely Melanie's strongest point, when you consider that being pretty isn't a talent.
Weak Point(s) (at least 3): Melanie's vanity can definitely be her downfall, in more ways than one, keeping her from true friendships and making her an easy target for sly brutes who know what they're doing. Beneath her carefully crafted facade, Melanie is very fragile, longing for the attentions she never received, the love she was never permitted, but her attitude and reputation keep her from this one fulfillment. Obviously, her creativity is limited to her mind, anything she creates being akin to something made by a pup, and her senses of taste and smell are rather dulled by her drinking hobby.
Fear(s): Above all, Melanie fears being forgotten. It's the reason she so actively seeks out attention, even if it's the wrong kind of attention.
Song: Troublemaker - Olly Murs - also, since Aron has a classical theme, I've picked one for Melanie: Libertango, performed by Yo Yo Ma. Aand something angsty too: Ignorance by Paramore
History: Aron's sister, their histories are pretty similar. While Aron was trained by their father as a warrior, Melanie was left forgotten and neglected, pushing her to a life on the streets.
Desired Rank: She would like if she could be a higher rank, if only there weren't so many expectations; perhaps a delta or senior delta.
Current Rank: Omega
Crush: Feh
Mate: Lol
Relatives and Pups: Arlington (brother), Remington (father, will be rp'd occasionally), Leila (mother, deceased)
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RP Example:

[The Royal Mirage]

Fen's dark-lined eyes flickered up to Opal's face with an appreciative smile tugging at his features to her half-agreement of not paying for the shells. She was always so.. smooth, about things. He wondered vaguely what she was like when she was bothered by something, having never quite experienced being near her during such an occasion. Though he could recall brushing or nipping her tail once, he couldn't remember which it had been, when they were still rather young and receiving a rather heated look before he was escaping out the garden door to leave the girls to whatever their play had been for that day. When her eyes shifted suddenly to his he felt his chest tighten slightly, wondering minutely as he always did whether or not he was making up the hesitation that always seemed to come before someone would meet his gaze. Another little flash of a smile touched against his lips as he nodded almost reflexively to her question, though he couldn't help but feel a slight arch overtake his scarred brow at her mention of stopping by the smith's shop as well. It seemed a bit late to be making pick-ups. "We can go right now if you like." he offered, changing his slight brow raise into a masking look of good-natured questioning as he raised both features instead of one. Their cottage home and store wasn't far, and he had little doubt that it would take them too long for him to give her the string and possibly apply it if she wanted.

The slight arch had Opal wondering about Fen's thoughts as she sometimes did when someone's expression would confuse her. Surely he knew she and Finch were friends, though it would be vain to assume that Fenrick was caught up on every detail of her life while she remained rather oblivious to his. She stowed the expression as innocent at that thought, her easy grin accented by a cheerful flick of her tail. "That would be wonderful," she agreed, magenta orbs turning to Devin again. She wondered if the dappled fae would be coming as well, not entirely clear on that part as sculpted ears perked with her silent question.

[-goldleaf-]

((I cannot contain my delight about everything that is Melanie, you of course had me at the mention of her being Arons sister, but let me just say that I totally hooted in appreciation at the first sentence in her personality description.))

Fen nodded once in a little gesture of easy agreement as he once again bent to pick up the basket of sea treats. beside him Devin was running a forepaw along an opposite foreleg, sending a little rain of sand from her now-dried fur with a satisfied hum. She glanced up when he leaned to give her a little head-but against the side of her plush-furred neck, flashing Opal a smile as she too made motion now to head for their ivy-covered home.

"Father will probably be napping, but I should start on supper while he helps you with your lyre." Devin said conversationally, nimble paws leaving neat little prints in the sand as Fen detached from the two faes just a bit to walk in the newly-dampened sand made by the now rising tide. "We found an old recipe for a kind of soup that you dip bread into, and I've been sending Fen out every day to get us fresh bread since father always seems to eat it before it's supper time." Devin said this last bit like it was a secret that they had to keep from her non-present parent, leaning towards Opal with a look of playful conspiracy as she thought of the hidden loaves in the spice cabinet. "I'm hoping that tonight we'll finally get to try it."

[The Royal Mirage]

((I'm glad you like her, I just hope I can keep her in character - it always seems to be my issue with characters like that >< Lia is automatically broken by Roan, Ruby became more tame almost instantly... I really need to build up more resistance to my inner good girl))

Opal's grin widened, ruby orbs crinkling with her own quiet laughter at the friendly parental gossip. Their families had been close for so long now, it almost felt as if it were an uncle she were hearing about, not just her friend's father. "I can imagine, I seem to recall one dinner where he ate almost all the rolls before my mother had even served dinner," she returned, chin curling to her chest in amusement at the memory. Of course, her own father had his weak spots, the most potent being desserts. "I think I've heard of that, though I don't have any recipes for it myself - you know I'm rather useless in the kitchen unless it's sweets," the creamy fae added, her eyes straying to Fenrick's wild pelt for a moment before returning to focus on Devin. The pair always made her think of gemstones, the way so many things did, though most of all they reminded her of obsidian. It was so rare, but so beautiful and shocking in jewelry, and Opal couldn't help but think that the siblings imitated the effect perfectly.

((Also, no Melanie yet, because I seem to be having more than enough trouble with Opal. Will Bastian be returning to camp anytime soon, or is he still punishing that poor stump?))

[-goldleaf-]

(('automatically broken by Roan' d'aaw ))

Devin let out a little peal of laughter, eyes winking closed momentarily as her head tipped back with her laugh. She had never been able to hold back her laugh when it came, and had ceased trying to unless it was while someone was making a toast at a party and Fen's whispered little comments were improper to be caught smiling about. "Oh yes, those dinners are always a fine time," she reflected warmly, though her words didn't automatically strike her as being a bit sad. Their shared family dinners had lessened in more recent months, but Devin couldn't recall there being an exact reason. She swiveled an ear closer to Opal as her friend added another comment, smiling and nodding at the mention of being more familiar with sweets than real real food. The pair had more than once met at the treat table at parties, and she swerved in her steps just slightly to be able to flick Opal's flank with her dark tipped tail lightly. "Ah yes, sweets." her voice was lightly grave, amusement in her gaze. "You don't look as if you indulge in them often though, as always." She mused teasingly, casting a little brow-raised look of sly question to he light-colored fae. "Tell me, how many new proposals have you gotten this week in that shop of yours?" Devin paused to shake out her forepaws of sand as they started up the little sand and grass incline that preceded the little dip of grass and harder packed dirt that her home was the center of, ink-tipped ears flashing their adornments as she swiveled a bit of attention towards Fen to make sure he was following them from the surf.

((Oh little Minnow, I forgot about him. I suppose he's done with his fit now, time to give his nerves a rest))

With a restrained wince Bastian backed away from the torn up tree stump, looking rather absently at the long scars of his blows over the wood and the shattered pieces scattered around him. He lifted a paw to run across his face once, brows coming forward slowly into a dark frown as he paused to pull out a few little splintered shards of pine from his dark lips from when he had put full crushing force against the stump with his porcelain teeth. He ignored the splinters in his paws, writing them off as minor annoyances that he could treat later even with his limited knowledge of healing. It seemed to him that everyone in his home pack knew at least a few things about healing, since everyone was so often prone in injuries, a fact that his Shores acquaintances had always been surprised at. Bastian turned away from the scene of his break in control with another almost frustrated little swipe at his face as he mused the fur that had been slicked and darkened by the few salted tears that had escaped without his consent. He would have to come back to the woods soon enough to collect some more firewood, and he as he took long strides towards the mountain camp he took mild comfort in already having a reason to return to the balm that was the rustle of branches and the scent of sap that came with any set of trees.

[Nellas]

Clarence's gaze widened in surprise at the usually rather unkempt warrior began to clean herself; he realized that her fur did look unusually tidy today, different than its usual sandy tangles carrying blood or mud, as most of the pack so often did. At her words the idle wandering of his mind ceased as he gave a nod with a little curve of his mouth. "That can be easily arranged," he said, the husky tones of his voice light with an amusement strained only by the throbbing pain of his shoulder, though thankfully it wasn't bleeding as much as it had been. It wasn't often that Ruby was seen looking this clean, she could pass for a shores wolf for all he knew. "We can set up a team of diggers anytime you deem convenient, it would probably be beneficial to the whole pack since we seem to be growing," the beta tacked on thoughtfully, dark claws running absently through the soft moss fed by the spring at his feet. In his mind he contemplated with relish the task Ruby had proposed; it would be no trouble at all for a pack of such strong warriors, and he could see the members of the pack building a stronger sense of team as they worked together for the good of all. Yes, that was what they needed, he mused, giving a real smile to the fae before him, to help mend the rift caused by Castor's appearance. Even the thought of Castor sent Clarence's mind on a more negative track, but with some force he pushed it away in an attempt to keep his mood in its lightened state, burdened as he was with both his injury and darker thoughts.

Movement diverted Clarence's attention and he turned his head, ears flicking attentively to perk atop his skull, relief showing in his clear blue gaze, set like fragments of sky in the darkness of his face. He dipped his head in greeting to Lilu with a pleasantly dismissive roll of his other shoulder, deflecting her apologetic glance as if to say no problem. It was expected that the alpha was to be treated first and Clarence had no ill manner towards Lilu for it; there was no need.

((Clarence talks more formally than my shores wolves, whoops
Oh, also, for future reference, what might wolves say when one sneezes? or is nothing required. Where I live we say bless you but seeing as that has religious connotations,?))

~

Finch was bent over the work table, an oiled piece of saiga in one strong paw, one of the tiny glass rings held delicately between the trimmed dark claws of the other as he polished the smooth glass until it glittered and cast a sheet of faint light across the negative space of the room when he held it up to the rays of the dying sun. Idly he wondered when Opal would arrive, knowing she had planned to pick up the rings today, and he had closed shop a little early in anticipation of making sure the order was as pristine as could be. And truly, he was happy with the set of rings, but perhaps his faint thrill of anticipation had started from something else entirely. "Anna, are you still there?" Finch threw his voice across the house, letting it reach the ears of his sister who he could hearing puttering around as she closed the storefront for the day as the sun dropped further towards the horizon.

Anna's ears swiveled backwards as she lifted her head, turning her shoulders halfway towards the back room to better catch her brother's voice. Carefully setting down the box of coins on top of the counter when previously she had just taken it out, intending to write down the income they had made that day, instead she disregarded it as she padded down the hall to the spacious workroom with a little hum of acknowledgment vibrating in her throat. Her darkfurred brother turned to her at the sound of her approach, gaze reaching across the room until his melted amber met the sweet sepia tones of her own. "Leave the lamp on in the front please before you're done there, I'm expecting one more today," he said easily, though the dove thought she detected a note of, hmm, something else in his voice. Her eyes narrowed briefly in gently amused suspicion, though she nodded easily and turned with a flick of her shortened coal-dipped tail, letting her long legs carry her back to the front.

((Just wanted to establish for myself what they were doing, it's not meant to pressure y'all to stop by))

[x_Gemini_x]

Shayde :: Fae :: Hunter

Shayde finished eating, she didn't know what to do next, Gemini was still out for the count. Shayde's ears dropped, she felt again very much alone. Many wolves had been injured and are spending time in the medicine den. Maybe I should just hang out there, I could help out if needed. She nodded, yes that is a good idea, she would go and see whats going on there. She stood up and stretched, shaking and dirt out of her fur, she walked slowing towards the den.

Griffin :: Brute :: Warrior

Griffin walked around camp, it was all quiet and calm. The storm seemed to wash away any tension. He smiled, since the rain had stopped Tenga's stew drifted through camp, he salivated slightly. He shook his head, instead of going back to see if there was any left, he just sat down in camp. He tensed his muscle and released sending a ripple effect down his spine.

Lokah :: Fae :: Healer

Lokah lifted her head and peered through her a den window. I need to learn to go to bed earlier. She stood up and stretched. Her black fur was sticking up in all sorts of place, She looked at herself in a polished metal framed by wood and laughed, she looked funny. Because she was the only healer in the pack she had gotten the best pick of dens. The medicine den that was beside her den had a small pool of water with a stream connected to it. It was really convenient for when she had patients that needed wounds cleaned constantly. Padded over to the medicine den, she tore a piece of cloth and soaked it in the pool and used it to help smooth down her pelt. Once she was finished she went to find her friend, Katrina.

[Nellas]

((Opinion? I want to start adding art to my forms like Mirage has but should I wait to do art for my most recent character or should I just post the form and do the art eventually? What do you guys think I just can't decide whoops))

[x_Gemini_x]

((Opinion? I want to start adding art to my forms like Mirage has but should I wait to do art for my most recent character or should I just post the form and do the art eventually? What do you guys think I just can't decide whoops))

[ If you want to draw your own wolves go for it. If I had the skill to draw wolves I would, but sadly I can't get the structure down. ]

[spiff]

((A bit late to the game, but omg Mirage Melanie is perf! <3 I can't wait to see how she plays out.
And Nellas, how and when you do your forms is totally up to you. I do look forward to seeing more of your drawings, though.))

There had been a time when Olaf had been able to work late into the night on a regular basis, but his bones were weary and his joints creaky, and so when he closed shop for the day, it was with nothing more than a desire to rest. Though the years had drained his fur of its color, a sprightly step and lingering undertones of brick-red lent him a vigorous, almost ageless appearance that belied his ever-increasing weariness of the world, and the elderly wolf moved at a slow but stately pace that did not falter as he began to head home. There would, he knew, be a fire waiting for him when he got there so he could ease his stiff and aching muscles; though his granddaughter was not generally the compassionate type, she never failed in the one duty she was given each day, a fact that Olaf was perhaps unreasonably proud of. If he was lucky, Seri herself would still be there, but it was unlikely; she tended to roam, and it was with this thought in mind that his eyes, a sharply intelligent gold that was one of the few things that had not faded with age, lit upon a tall figure who appeared to be also headed home. And just like that, he was reminded of one last thing he needed to do.
"Ah, Arlington!" called Olaf after searching his brain for the right name and procuring it considerably later than he would have in his youth, the hoarse timbre to his voice marking him as a senior. "Are you busy? I have a job for you."

((A bit on the exposition-heavy side, but since he doesn't have a form of his own, I wanted to fill him in a little more. I'm starting to regret the name choice because my Olaf and Frozen's Olaf are so different, and now I won't be able to think of one without thinking about the other. >.<))

A thoughtful hum tripped forth from Roans lips, expression cast in a contemplative light as he mentally chewed her words. He couldn't say that he agreed with her about why laughing happened, but it was spoken in such a pretty way that he found it difficult to at first find fault in it. A hint of a smirk touched his lips to the comment of her smiles being easily earned; thoughts immedietly going back to an encounter he had had with a young baron once who was terribly in love. The brute had spoken of why he knew he and his sweetheart were meant to be; because he was always so surprised that he didn't have to do anything to earn a smile from her, and every time she gave him one it felt like a heaven sent gift. Roan wasn't quite sure if the little flashing grin the fae gave him was quite heaven sent, or even a gift for that matter; but he couldn't deny it's appeal. "I have no doubt about that," he remarked about her understanding, "Yet I cannot see what is so hard to grasp about a mouse allergy." it was a small return of a joke, but Roan was still too stirred in his memory of the heartsick baron to yet return to full wit.

Findabhair's eyes narrowed slightly in confusion before she made the connection between his words and her own, and in an instant her expression had smoothed out into one that seemed like it had never been perturbed in her three years of living. "Oh, right," she said with a mild note of quasi-surprise, as if the mouse allergy had been brought up months ago and not just a couple minutes past. "Yes, that was what we were talking about, wasn't it?" She offered him a sheepish smile that seemed out of place on her refined persona, and indeed she felt no real embarrassment; Finn had a confidence in herself to rival her twin's, and whether or not others viewed her as scatterbrained and careless was of trifling significance to her— though she was decidedly more aware of the effect this gave her than she would let on. "My favorite color is orange. I like the way it sounds," she said after a moment of silence, lips shaping the word with obvious pleasure and continuing his train of conversation without warning. "I also like sunrises and sunsets," she added as an afterthought. "You'd think I'd get tired of them after seeing so many, but they're all special to me, as cliché as it sounds."