｜｜ Ｔｈｅｓｅ Ｗｏｌｖｅｓ ａｒｅ Ｆｏｒｅｖｅｒ Ｂｏｌｄ ｜｜ ｏｐｅｎ．

[mikhailo]

{Accepted, I'll add you into the ranks and I'll start writing posts ♥}

[mikhailo]

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Ａｌｅｘａｎｄｒｉａ
----> AGE: Young Adult
----> GENDER: Female
----> AT: The Field
----> WITH: No one.
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Alexandria finds herself sniffing around in the field. She was looking for small game. Sure, they hunted in the forest, but that was for group hunts and large prey. She wanted a snack, maybe a mouse or rabbit, whatever she could nab. Her favorite was turtles. It was a challenge for her to eat considering the shell was so difficult to get open. She was strange in that way, but it was good to her. When she saw a rabbit in the distance, she froze in her tracks, muscles tense. It was across the small creek that cut their valley in half. She didn't dare make a move until the rabbit looked away from her direction. When it did, Alexandria dropped to the ground, hiding a little in the grass. Thank god there were little bits of snow on the ground, or she'd be spotted easily. Every time the rabbit looked away, she'd inch closer, but freeze when the rabbit looked her way. When she was deathly close, she sprang at the rabbit, almost nabbing it, but the ground was slick. She slipped, but easily recovered. She ran after the rabbit, knowing it would get tired shortly. Wolves were made of muscle and stamina. Rabbits were made for speed. As soon as it slowed down, she pounced, killing it instantly. She grabbed her prize, panting slightly, and laid next to the creek, enjoying her afternoon snack. Red stained her muzzle. She finished about half of it, not feeling particularly hungry today, and left it for another wolf who might need a snack. Food didn't come easy and Alexandria was not selfish. She got up and walked away from it, going over and washing her stained muzzle, and soon enough all of the red was washed from her and she relaxed at the side of the creek.

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Ｊａｚｚｙ
----> AGE: Young Adult
----> GENDER: Male
----> AT: The Forest
----> WITH: No one.
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Jazz wandered through the forest, snarling things to himself. He was truly the most bitter wolf in the pack and didn't seem to care what he said or when he said it. He'd been through a lot. He was almost always cold toward the alpha. Though no one really knew, he was Alexandria's brother; meaning if it were anyone else treating her that way, she would crack them in a second, though she's been close a few times. Because of this, he stayed away from her. Pack life isn't so bad. Being on your own is dangerous. There's no one to watch your back out there. You won't go hungry in a pack. You'll be safe. That's how he viewed it. He viewed pack life as safety and food. Honestly, what other qualities could really benefit you? He didn't need anyone. He'd been turned cold. He was deaf in one ear, and had disgusting scars all over him. He was missing some teeth in the front, not his canines, but tiny teeth in front. He walked with a slight limp and he was constantly showing his teeth, even when saying something normal. This was to let the other wolves know he was always on guard. The foot he limped on was feeling particularly sore today, meaning his limp was worse than it normally is. He figured he'd make his way out of the woods and to the field, considering they hand't had a pack hunt in a while, and Jazz was starving.

[prince of heart]

( Could I play the lead scout and a hunter?)

[mikhailo]

{Of course!}

[mindless.]

renaissance. female. rogue.

Her nap was cut short by a scuttling of a mouse near her head. She snapped up at it but missed, the rodent making an escape. It was the first time she had slept peacefully in weeks. Usually she was plagued by nightmares whether they be from her past or just horrors from her own mind. Ren sighed and sat up. Might as well be productive while she was stuck awake. Dragging herself to her feet, the dark furred female yawned and headed off into the local pack territory. She had no care for being caught, she had not a problem picking a fight. There was plenty of anger to get out anyway. She passed into the land, beginning to sniff around for food. The reason she stuck around this pack land was the prey.


boo. male. delta.

Grumbling, the large male shuffled out of his den and into the camp. The white pelted brute was surprised every day he lasted this many years. His age often did give him advantage over the youg foolish males he stood against in his rising. The two year olds he thought were far too confident. Sure he was too at that age, but at least now at around six, he had reason to be confident. He was very large as well, a lot of muscle built up from the days he spent in the deep snow. His golden gaze swept over the camp in boredom, knowing he should find something to do before he got himself into trouble.