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Cena waved her paws in the air above her lazily, just like she used to do when she was a pup. She was laying on her back in the fluffy, white snow, pawing the air. The one thing she didn't enjoy about the loner life was the simple fact that there was nothing to do. You could wander for days without seeing another soul, and frankly, she didn't enjoy it. She grown quite accustomed to the quietness it instilled, and sadly enough, she couldn't imagine it any other way. The snow began to melt underneath her, dampening her fur just enough to make it uncomfortable. She shifted her weight onto her side before slowly and carefully pulling herself up. Her wet fur gave her a slight chill when she attempted to shake the remaining snow off her grey coat. It shimmered in the small rays of sun that were seeping down past the tall pines. She stood for a moment, contemplating what should be done next. Her stomach wasn't the issue on hand, but she figured a hunt would be fit to ease her bored mind. She took off on a swift trot, putting her nose to the air.

{She's open c:}

[dodobird959]

[Thank you. As for a future plot for Red Sparrow, I'm thinking he may join Stone Creek as a Fighter, but later since I'd like him to be a Loner for a while c: Is the Fighter rank okay? Ratchie is already Beta so do you think a Fighter is too high of a rank? I don't want to take up more than one, it wouldn't be fair to others.
And I just realized all my wolves' names start with "R" xD ]

Red Sparrow. Red|Male|Loner

Creamy-red paws stepped softly, dodging any unstable snow so that there would be no crunch of collapsing ice. Trying to keep as silent as he could, Red Sparrow made his way through a small forest, on hot pursuit of a rabbit. With only it's scent to follow, the brute knew he was nearing what he hoped was his future snack. Quickly but quietly, he could not loose this hunt. He was on his own, and the falling snow gave a clear warning of the lack of food to come. Prey were always scarce into the Snow-Months, and even in mid-Summer it was challenging to catch a deer. A fawn was fair, but of course he'd need to separate it from it's guardians.
The scent grew stronger, and so did the feeling of hunger in his stomach. Finally, he caught sight of the small mammal. Creeping forward with his belly fur sweeping the snow, his nose twitched and his ears perked forward, even though the triangular disks atop his head were useless to him now. It was instincts to move them around just like any other wolf.
Once he felt he was close enough, he paused. He dug his claws into a shallow layer of snow, clinging to the frozen soil beneath the white blanket. In a split second, he lunged. There was a high-pitched squeal, then silence. The male's tail swung side to side with pleasure as he carried it to a tree only steps away and lay down, head high as he dropped the body from his jowls. It fell limp, like a fish that flopped about on land. At first he felt a little pity, but soon the feeling passed. He acknowledged the life that was lost to feed him, mumbling something quietly. Though he could not hear his own words, he could feel them. After that, he tore apart it's neck, gnawing it's head. He had to pull away to plush grey fur to get to the plump rabbit's meat, and soon he devoured it. He licked the rich, dark red blood off his muzzle and gazed around silently, only freshly-exposed bones and tufts of fur scattered around where the body once lay, now being digested in a wolf's stomach.

A scent(Cena) was caught in the air. Red lifted his nose higher into the air to identify whose it may be, even though he did not expect to recognize then. Who could he know when he's a Loner? He was more interested on finding out if it were a pack wolf or not. He rose to his paws, and wandering towards the she-wolf who was responsible for the smell that had drifted to his snout. He saw her posture as she trotted, thinking she may be going for a hunt. Making himself visible, he did not speak He did not want to scare away any prey she may be following, and he could not smell any other wolves on her. She too was a Loner, and he therefore felt more comfortable in saying hello.
However, he did not speak that word. As before, he was not planning on ruining her hunt. Red had a guess on her actions, since he had to be skillful in reading body language and movements. He showed no hostility, nor did he bow down. He just looked silently to her with soft eyes as if to greet her, standing his ground while also not giving any sign to signal a fight.

[ossa di cervo]

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{ Omega } { Stone Creek } { The hopeful one }
We are the stars up in the sky,
We light the darkness; you and I.

Name:

Kora. Anything you want to call her, she'll smile at.

Gender:

Female.

Pack:

Stone Creek.

Rank:

Omega. Something Kora blissfully accepts.

Crush:

Just about every brute that crosses her path.

Personality:

Kora resonates an aura that just sends out the singular word; innocence. She isn't one for fighting and getting her paws bloody; she'd rather spend time daydreaming in the woods and playfully chasing her tail. Kora is a firm believer that everyone is worth something and will go out of her way to make everyone happy. She's been crushed countless times but she still keeps her heart together, making sure she seems strong for her fellow pack-mates. Something Kora fears more then anything is blood. She trembles at the sight of it and can't help when a pool of blood is present; unless you get her past the point of no return. Once she's been surrounded by blood - countless of allies fallen - she goes into a bloodthirsty, blind rage. She doesn't watch what she's doing, she doesn't remember a single moment but she slaughters relentlessly, even attacking her own friends until she's killed, knocked out, or wounded so badly she can hardly breath.

History:

When Kora was extremely young and no one knew about her fear-based condition she blew up. Her former pack was unexpecting; bashed in by the young wolf's teeth. Kora had found herself in the middle of a small skirmish in which her pack-mates were falling slowly but surely. It was when her own father came up to her, bloodied and wounded, that Kora lost her sanity. She struck out, instantly killing her father followed by the rest of her family. When she returned to her senses, she fled, no longer able to live where she once was. Kora couldn't own up to the pain and heartbreak and she has forever lived with not being able to look at her own tiny wounds. Only the blood of an animal that isn't of her own species doesn't phase Kora.

[T O R N]

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You rest with; Stone Creek
How many hated years; 4
Rank displayed with Honor; Omega
Title that spells it all; None
Love is defying; No Crush
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⊀His whole frozen in motion thing, well he pulled it off really well, and to top the look all off, he said he even cared! Debating whether she should rip his head off now or later, was confirmed by hisnext set of concerned words. Obviously, Ratchie needed to learn his place an Flecha was certain she would be the one to put him their. "You don't know that Rat, you've never ventured behind the scenes of my life and learned what an omega is really like." Sneering, Flecha turned her back upon this brute, refusing to allow herself to sink into that hole of worship, where only she belonged. "Maybe, if given the chance to see the world from my eyes, you'd evolve into something you really should be." Tearing her gaze from him, those brown taupe eyes could've ripped ones soul out, as that death like stare fastened onto the snow. Once the duo had almost managed to walk in silence, until the beta's chuckle cracked the brisk morning air, lifting her head up those pupils glanced to the side. Trying to configure what this guy found to be so utterly amusing about her, she'd offered him one of the bitterest moments of her personality, and all he could do in return was smile or laugh it off? Where was the beast, that evil soul that lurked behind her every corner, shinning brightly through each crack, alighting her world like fire works on the fourth of July..
Walking on in sweet, sweet harmonized silence the omega could feel her sense of secureness surround her body, engulfing her in that tender mood.
Though her inner content was crumbled harshly as he brought up hunting, freezing in her tracks, delicate ears sweeping back as he pointed with his nose. Before she was able to gather her own thoughts, his wet nose sent shivers through her body. Spooked by this sudden display of friendliness, Flecha was left wordless. Wide eyed, her eyes searched his own face, obviously pleased with himself for picking up the scent. Not being in physical contact with a soul in a year, Flecha was dumb merely able to nod to reply to his question. Blushing under that heavy grey pelt, was a high school girl who'd just been spoken to by her life long crush. "Yea sure,.. Lead the way.." Realizing she was looking into his eyes, Flecha growled lightly, walking past him and in the direction he'd pointed.

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[exousia]

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Cena's concentration was interrupted by an unfamiliar wolf scent. She looked around with wary blue eyes, moving from the blinding white snow to the dark ebony of the tree trunks. Her eyes came to rest on a tall red wolf. He was just... looking at her. The way his eyes stayed stagnant on her figure made a chill run down her spine. As a few seconds passed, she found his gaze to become more and more unnerving. Her eyes met with his for a brief moment, having a second-long showdown. He didn't look threatening, but she wasn't sure what to think yet. She knew he, too, was a loner due to his scent being singular, and all loners had adapted some form of wariness towards others. This one seemed simple; it made her wonder what he was thinking. After about a minute of uncomfortable silence, Cena spoke up. "Sir," She said, her tone hard and skeptical. Moving her tail methodically back and forth, she slowly approached him, her muscles tensed and ready to flee if the situation got messy. She stopped about 3 yards away from him and sat down, curling her tail over her paws. "Hasn't anyone ever told you staring is rude?"

[dodobird959]

Red Sparrow. Red|Male|Loner

His gentle eyes still fixed on her form, he couldn't tell if she understood him. Since she approached, he figured she really wasn't stalking any prey and from the movement of her lips, clearly if he spoke he wouldn't be scaring away any prey. He did not catch her skeptical voice, but managed to just barely figure out the words flowing out of her muzzle. It was a bit of a challenge each time he spoke with someone different. Everyone had a unique way to move their lips, but all had the same basic movements. He understood her body language, and with his best guess he thought she seemed uncertain of his presence. He too sat down, where he was so that he would not pressure the ready-to-flee female. Re-playing the words in his mind, he took a while to reply. 'Anyone ever told you staring is rude?' Were the words he understood. At first, he could not tell what she was saying, but after a couple of seconds he felt like he could almost hear her pure voice. "I'm sorry." He said softly, laying his ears back. "All I really wanted to do was say hello. I didn't want to disturb any prey." He spoke as if he had no problem at all, as if he had no defect. As he said the last words, he glanced around as if to search for a stray deer or something.
He stood up, ready to turn and leave. It didn't seem Cena was very comfortable with him being there, and thought it may he best to leave her alone. But he decided to stay and hear her reply. Well, see it. He looked at her lips, watching to make sure he didn't miss what she was about to say. It seemed like he had upset her enough, and often if he looked away he wouldn't understand what they said, and be scolded at, called nasty names for wanting a conversation and then "ignoring" them when it really wasn't his fault. He lowered his head, becoming a touch more submissive so that Cena might be able to feel better about him. It wasn't rare when others thought he was a bother, always staring at their lips.

[Awesome. I'll reply for Ratchie when Flecha's reply comes ^^]

[jormungandr]

[ I'm so sorry for not being more active. Holidays are always annoying for me and with Black Friday and all of that stuff, it gets even more chaotic. Thankfully, my Thanksgiving weekend just started so I should be able to get online and reply more often. Is there any major events or anything I need to reply to? Did the hunt already happen?

I understand, its fine!:3

@Folly + Zmija hmm, just replying to the PM you sent me, maybe beta fae? You might have to ask dodo bird as usually the beta's are related in some way, but the main reason is they are mates c:

@dodo bird fighter should be fine c:

@everyone someone in my family recently died, so, I won't be on a lot. If any one is interested, just in case I disappear again, can you please PM me to be like a mini mod/co-owner thing for the roleplay? The role will just be to look after when I'm gone c: I'll give more details to the person, so uh yeah. If there is more than one person wanting it, I'll uh, decide some how, idk xP

[Insanity-Defined]

[[Aw Deers. I understand completely. Hope your ok.]]

F E L A N N
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The ice was cold and packed hard beneath his paws. He could feel it compacting around his claws, and he rolled his shoulder blades slowly to try and dislodge the feeling to freezing over that fell upon him. The she wolf in the small distance seamed distressed by something for a small time, then she spotted him. He assumed that she sensed his authority and felt slightly uncomfortable. He huffed idly, and his heavy deep set eyes bore into her. She didn't seam a threat, and he wasn't in the mood for savagery. He watched her a while, and she followed his lead in watching back. She took a small step, leaning back on her hind legs a little. He was not moved. Then he heard her sweet, shaky voice on the air. She asked him what he wanted. If he were the wolf he had been a few summers ago, he would have chuckled darkly. Now, however, he simply stared in the dark sense he had. He contemplated quietly. In logic, he should simply turn and go. No threat, no problem. However, he was too deep in his thoughts to be logical. She-wolf, you are of my enemy. Yet today, I bid you peace. I suggest you leave this land I rule, before my followers discover you. His voice was as deep and dark as his eyes were. It travelled across the snow almost like a type of smoke. He raised himself up slightly, yet his tail remained low and calm. He did not quarrel. It did amuse him though, to see a wolf of the Wooden Falls to be so unhostile.

[*note. I'm 87% certain that unhostile is not a word.]
[**note. Red Lips do you have a wolf called Clarabella? Noir was sent to tell her something from the alpha. That was a while ago now, so I think I'll just send her out of border patrol.]

[dodobird959]

[Oh my gosh deers&& I'm so sorry for your loss. May he/she rest in peace <3]

Ratchie. Rat|Beta Male|Stone Creek|Sir

The Beta shrugged his shoulders, thinking about her response. "Perhaps not, but I've been treated like one at times. I've been teased for my name," He said, looking to her before finishing off his sentence. "But I'm sure name-teasing is the least of what some do to Omegas." Instead of addressing her specifically, he mentioned how all wolves bearing the rank were mistreated. He was lucky to have such an honorable rank of Beta Male. "You'd evolve into something you really should be." Flecha's words sunk into his brain. Was he someone he wasn't supposed to be? He shook off the thought, knowing it was another attempt in making him a head-strong Beta, as she had put it.
He gave her a nod, walking ahead of her to bring her along the scent trail he had noticed. His nose kept twitching as he swung his head much like a grizzly bear lumbering on, sniffing the air on the left, then to the right. He swooped down and his nostrils skimmed the ice, his fur bristled with excitement for the oncoming hunt while his tail swayed side to side. "Yup, there's deer here all right." He reassured to her, letting her know they were on the right path.
[Sorry, huge WB.]

[RαrєHuskíєs]

sorry you guys, Clarabella is my wolf. ive been on and off busy and occupied with some issues. i should be active later today!