Tᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ Mᴏᴏɴs ➸ Wᴏʟғ RP ➸ SᴇᴍɪLɪᴛ ➸ Aᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ

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Tᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ Mᴏᴏɴs
Mᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟғ ɪs ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ɪᴛ ᴄʀɪᴇs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ...

Dᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴏʟғ ɪs ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ. Mᴏsᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ. Tʜᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇʀs ғɪɴᴅ ᴜs ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ. Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ? Wᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs! Iᴛ ɪs ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ. Oɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ DᴀʀᴋSᴋʏ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Vᴀʟʟᴇʏ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ MᴏᴏɴCᴇʀᴇᴍᴏɴʏ. Aɴʏ ᴡᴏʟғ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ sʜᴏᴡ ɪs ʙᴀɴɪsʜᴇᴅ... ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄʟʏ... Oɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏʟғ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴀɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ 50 ʏᴇᴀʀs. Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ɪs: ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴏɪɴ ʜɪᴍ?

Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʜᴀɪʟɪɴɢ:
Tʜᴇ Bʟᴏᴏᴅ Mᴏᴏɴ

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Mᴏᴏɴ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ/Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
Mᴏsᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ᴡʜᴏ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴs ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜɪɴᴇs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ʜᴏᴜʀ.

Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
- Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴs ᴇᴀᴄʜ ʏᴇᴀʀ. Iғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ, ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ.
Tʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇ Bʟᴏᴏᴅ Mᴏᴏɴ. Sᴘɪᴛᴇ ɪᴛ's ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ Bʟᴏᴏᴅ Mᴏᴏɴ sʜɪɴᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ. Cᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ. Hᴏᴘᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ's ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ. Tʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴏʟғ sᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇᴅ ɪs ᴅʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ MᴏᴏɴCᴇʀᴇᴍᴏɴʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʟɪғᴇ. Tʜᴇ Sᴛɪʟʟ Mᴏᴏɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʀᴇʟᴀxᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ. Nᴏ ᴡᴏʟғ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Vᴀʟʟᴇʏ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ɪs ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ. Tʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴏɴs ᴄᴏɴsɪsᴛ ᴏғ Gʀᴇᴇɴ Mᴏᴏɴ, Sʜᴀᴍᴀɴ's Mᴏᴏɴ, Bʟᴏᴏᴍ Mᴏᴏɴ, Bᴇᴇᴛʟᴇ Mᴏᴏɴ, Gʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ Mᴏᴏɴ, Wʜɪᴛᴇ Mᴏᴏɴ, Nᴏ Mᴏᴏɴ, Hᴀʀᴠᴇsᴛ Mᴏᴏɴ, Dᴇᴀᴛʜ Mᴏᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ Nᴇᴡ Mᴏᴏɴ. Exᴄᴇᴘᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ Sʜᴀᴍᴀɴ Mᴏᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ. Wᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴍᴀʏ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ Aʟᴘʜᴀ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇs ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ Mᴏᴏɴᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs. Oɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴡʟɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Sʜᴀᴍᴀɴ's Mᴏᴏɴ, 2 sᴇᴛs ᴏғ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙᴏɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ Sʜᴀᴍᴀɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴅᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. Tʜᴇ ʀᴀʀᴇ 13ᴛʜ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪs ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ Oʙᴀʜɪɢʜ's (Pʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ: ᴏʜ-ʙᴀ-ʜɪɢʜ) Mᴏᴏɴ. Oʙᴀʜɪɢʜ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ sᴀᴄʀᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴀs ʜᴇ ɪs ᴛʜʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
- Oʙᴀʜɪɢʜ, ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴏʟғ, ʜᴀᴅ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀʟʟᴇʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Vᴀʟʟᴇʏ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴏᴡ ʀᴇɪɢɴs. Hᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴏss ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴠᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴍᴀᴛᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ. Tʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀɢᴏ. Tʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅᴇsᴛ ᴘᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ- ᴅᴇsᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛs ᴏғ Oʙᴀʜɪɢʜ- ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs. Nᴏ ᴡᴏʟғ ᴅᴀʀᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɴ.


Vᴏᴄᴀʙᴜʟᴀʀʏ
Wᴀʀᴍᴇʀ ➸ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ ᴘᴇʟᴛ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀ ʙʟᴀɴᴋᴇᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴜᴘs
Bʟᴜʀᴜɴɴᴇʀ ➸ (Pʀᴏɴᴏᴜᴄᴇᴅ Bʟᴜᴇ Rᴜɴɴᴇʀ) A ʀɪᴠᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴋ
ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ.

Vᴏᴄᴀʙᴜʟᴀʀʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇxᴘᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ!

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Rᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ Rᴜʟᴇs
Tᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

➊ Nᴏ ɢᴏᴅ ᴍᴏᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ!!!
➋ Aʟʟ ᴏғ Tᴇss' ʀᴜʟᴇs ᴀᴘᴘʟʏ!
➌ Aᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ 4 sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇs! Mᴜsᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜɴᴄᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ!
➍ Mᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ/ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ/ᴍᴀʟᴇ!
➎ Pʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴘᴏsᴛs! Dɪsᴀʙʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪɢɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ (ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍᴇɴᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ᴘᴏsᴛ) ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏɴᴛ sᴍᴀʟʟᴇʀ!
★ Hᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜɴ!


Pᴀᴄᴋ Rᴜʟᴇs
Mʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs ᴀ ᴡᴏʟғ ʀᴜʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏᴏɴs;
ᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴋᴏɴs ᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ,
ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪs ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ.

➊ Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ!!!
➋ Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪsᴏʙᴇʏ ᴛʜᴇ Aʟᴘʜᴀ!
➌ Nᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴛᴇᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴀɴᴋ!
➍ Oᴍᴇɢᴀs ᴀɴᴅ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀs ᴇᴀᴛ ʟᴀsᴛ!
➎ Aʟᴡᴀʏs ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇs' ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅs!

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Pᴀᴄᴋ Rᴀɴᴋs
Wᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏᴏᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʟғ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴇʟɪʙᴇʀᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇɴʟʏ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀs- ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴇᴘɪᴛᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ sᴀᴠᴀɢᴇ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇss ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ- ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs, ɪɴ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ᴀ ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀsᴇʟᴠᴇs.



Kᴇʏ:
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Nᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ

Tʜᴇ Aʟᴘʜᴀs
Nɪɢʜᴛsᴇɴᴛ ➸ Aᴋɪᴛᴀ ➸ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ
Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ➸ Aᴋɪᴛᴀ's Mᴀᴛᴇ ➸ Mᴀʟᴇ

Tʜᴇ Bᴇᴛᴀs
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Nᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Nᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ

Tʜᴇ Lᴇᴀᴅ Hᴜɴᴛᴇʀ
☯ Yɪɴ ☯ Yᴀɴɢ ☯ ➸ Sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ➸ Mᴀʟᴇ

Tʜᴇ Lᴇᴀᴅ Fɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ
Nɪɢʜᴛᴡᴏʟғ950 ➸ Dᴀɴɴʏ ➸ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ

Tʜᴇ Hᴜɴᴛᴇʀs
☯ Yɪɴ ☯ Yᴀɴɢ ☯ ➸ Dᴀᴡɴ ➸ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ
~*Sᴄᴀʀs*~ ➸ Kᴀɴᴀᴇ ➸ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ
Sᴋɪᴘᴘʏ. ➸ Fᴀᴏʟᴀɴ ➸ Mᴀʟᴇ
Cʜᴇʀʀʏ Bʟᴏssᴏᴍ Tʀᴇᴇ ➸ Tɪʟɪᴋᴜᴍ ➸ Mᴀʟᴇ
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Nᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Nᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ

Tʜᴇ Fɪɢʜᴛᴇʀs
Nɪɢʜᴛᴡᴏʟғ950 ➸ Kᴀɪ ➸ Mᴀʟᴇ
L.I.N.G.E.R ➸ Rᴀɪᴠᴏ ➸ Mᴀʟᴇ
Sᴋɪᴘᴘʏ. ➸ Tᴇᴍᴘᴇsᴛ ➸ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ
EᴍɪʟʏB ➸ Aʀɴᴏᴜ ➸ Mᴀʟᴇ
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Nᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Nᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ

Tʜᴇ Sᴄᴏᴜᴛs
L.I.N.G.E.R ➸ Tᴀʜᴛɪ ➸ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Nᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Nᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Nᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Nᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ

Tʜᴇ Kᴇᴇᴘᴇʀs
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Nᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Nᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ

Tʜᴇ Oᴍᴇɢᴀs
Nɪɢʜᴛᴡᴏʟғ950 ➸ Eᴄʜᴏ ➸ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ
Cʜᴇʀʀʏ Bʟᴏssᴏᴍ Tʀᴇᴇ ➸ Wʜɪsᴘᴇʀ ➸ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Nᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ



Tʜᴇ Pʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀs
Nɪɢʜᴛsᴇɴᴛ ➸ Sᴀᴛᴀɴ ➸ Mᴀʟᴇ
Nɪɢʜᴛsᴇɴᴛ ➸ Aʀᴄʜғɪᴇɴᴅ ➸ Mᴀʟᴇ
Cʜᴇʀʀʏ Bʟᴏssᴏᴍ Tʀᴇᴇ ➸ Aᴋᴜᴍᴀ ➸ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Nᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Nᴀᴍᴇ ➸ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ






Lᴏɴᴇʀs
Nᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ.
Sᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ.



Nɪɢʜᴛᴡᴏʟғ950 ➸ Jᴜɴ ➸ Mᴀʟᴇ
~*Sᴄᴀʀs*~ ➸ Asᴍᴏᴅᴇᴜs ➸ Mᴀʟᴇ
Cʜᴇʀʀʏ Bʟᴏssᴏᴍ Tʀᴇᴇ ➸ Lᴏʙᴏ ➸ Mᴀʟᴇ
EᴍɪʟʏB ➸ Gʏᴘsʏ ➸ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ
Nɪɢʜᴛsᴇɴᴛ ➸ Nᴀɴᴏᴏᴋ ➸ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ

[Nightsent]

Tᴏᴘɪᴄs

➸ Rᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ Tʜʀᴇᴀᴅ
➸ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Tʜʀᴇᴀᴅ
➸ Dɪsᴄᴜssɪᴏɴ Tʜʀᴇᴀᴅ



Usᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ғᴏʀ:
Rᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ!

Usᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Tʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ғᴏʀ:
Pᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀᴍs ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ
ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ!

Usᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Dɪsᴄᴜssɪᴏɴ Tʜʀᴇᴀᴅ ғᴏʀ:
Dɪsᴄᴜssɪɴɢ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ-ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴜᴄʜ
ᴀs ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs, ʀᴇᴄᴀᴘs, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛs!

[Nightsent]

Ａｋｉｔａ
Mᴀᴛᴇ:
No one
Cʀᴜsʜ:
No one
Tᴀɢɢᴇᴅ:
Open

➸ My eyes dart from place to place, scanning the brush. Leaves rustle behind me and I turn my head a bit. A small mass of gray and white jumps from the brush, only to be frightened by myself. Acting as I do not know the squirrel is there, I take a drink from a nearby puddle. With a sudden pounce and the snap of my jaws, the squirrel is dead. It's silvery pelt seeming just right for a warmer. Too bad its for those thieving loners...

Ｓａｔａｎ
Mᴀᴛᴇ:
No one
Cʀᴜsʜ:
No one
Tᴀɢɢᴇᴅ:
Open

➸ My anxious body paces back and fourth. We had failed. My brother and I had been too highly outnumbered and it had cost us our freedom. I spot my brother's shivering body curled in the cell next to mine. My surroundings give off a very uncomfortable feeling. The pack wolves have built a jail to hold their prisoners. It is a large ring lined with a wall of thorns. There are multiple cells on one half of it. Each cell is an old, abandoned den connected to the other cells but with a thorn wall cutting us off. The entrence of each slab is made of stolen, or abandoned, wooden slabs of which can open and close. "Archie?" I whisper quietly.
➸ I wait. And wait. And wait. My brother is not replying to me as he usually does..

Ａｒｃｈｆｉｅｎｄ
Mᴀᴛᴇ:
No one
Cʀᴜsʜ:
No one
Tᴀɢɢᴇᴅ:
Open

➸ *Dream* Claws are felt scraping down my neck. Two wolves hold me down as the Alpha punishes me for trespassing on his territory. I can only consider this torture. My dearest brother, Satan is being held by two other wolves. He is still awaiting his punishment. The large wolf stops clawing me and faces me. "If you are seen here one more time, I will call the death spirit to plunder you." He says before lifting his paw and slashing me across the face. My vision goes back and I fall to the ground. Minutes later, I awaken, only to see nothing. "Sa? Satan? Satan!" I scream, hoping for a dream.
➸ *Awake* "Sa? Satan? Satan!" my scream pierces the air, my breathing as heavy and a buffalo. "Archie?! You ok?!" A pause. "Aw, its alright. Hey, listen to me, it was just a dream. It was just a dream." My chest feeling as if it has been squeezed like an orange. Crying, I whisper back to him, "no, it was real. I can't see. I never will. It wasn't a dream.."

Ｎａｎｏｏｋ
Mᴀᴛᴇ:
No one
Cʀᴜsʜ:
No one
Tᴀɢɢᴇᴅ:
Open

➸ I watch the camp's prison, looking for any prisoners that need help. I hear screaming from one of the cells and my ears perk. There is talking between him and another wolf. Tonight. Tonight I must free them from their captors. No, I will not get caught. I will but be a hero.. Soft and tiny footsteps are heard behind me. Hesitant, I look back, only to see a small, baby rabbit.

[katsu,]

Ｋ Ｅ Ｎ Ａ Ｉ
four years | male beta | tags;; none
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The silky furred brute carefully opened his soft golden eyes, the sun shining through the den telling him it was time to wake up. He stood up slowly, the leaves below his paws rustling at his movement. He crouched down into a low stretch, loosening all of his tense muscles as he did so. As soon as he was comfortable he stood up, letting out a large yawn, his long, white fangs showing. The wild wolf then blinked a few times, adjusting his eyes to the light of day. He exited the warm den, walking into the cool weather and onto the soft green grass. As his paws hit the ground he scanned the area, his ears moving like little radars trying to pick up anything that could be dangerous. So far he had heard nothing from the pack or anything else, making him become half calm, half alert. Sometimes it was too quiet, and even though some would say that was a good thing, others would argue that it was not. Kenai padded towards the middle of the pack's large camp, noticing that only few of his fellow pack members have awoken yet. He rolled his eyes in amusement, knowing that the others would wake up sooner or later. The early bird gets the worm though, and he didn't mind getting up early. It gave him some quiet time before the rest of the pack began bombarding him with greetings or even questions out the wazoo.

Ｍ Ｅ Ｅ Ｋ Ａ
four years | female keeper | tags;; none
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The world was quiet around Meeka, except for the rare snore or two coming from within the den. She was one of the wolves who did not snore every so often too, but she was thankful that not all of the wolves were so loud. The wolf was in a deep slumber, one that would be hard to wake her from. Though her brother was awake, Meeka felt no need to open her eyes and welcome the morning sun, not yet. She would wait a bit longer, until other wolves woke up, or until she unable to go back to sleep. She was in a dream, one full of hope and wonder. There was no evil in her dream, and nothing ever went wrong. Strangely enough, it was a dream world which she visited in her sleep quite often. She would rather live there than in the actual world, but that was a wish that would never come true. She eventually woke up and emerged from the den, finding her brother towards the middle of the camp. She nodded a small greeting to him but kept quiet for the most part.

[skippy.]

Ⓣⓔⓜⓟⓔⓢⓣ

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ；; Female
Ｒａｎｋ；; Fighter
Ｃｒｕｓｈ；; None
Ｗｈｅｒｅ；; Center Camp
Ｔａｇ；; Kenai

{Early in the morning the young fae tripped over a protruding root of a tree that had suddenly appeared as she rounded the corner of a large tree. A small yelp came from the fae as she crashed into the piles of dirt, leaves and plants that littered the forest floor with a puff of dirt that then flew into the air. "Greater Goodness." She whined under her breath as she stood up and shook off her fur, losing the loose leaves and dirt that matted in her fur. Out of all of the things to trip into she swore she tripped into the biggest pile of dirt she could have. Tempest shoved her ears down against her head as she walked away to the center of camp, her front right paw leaving distinct mark in the loose dirt on her trek on her way. She leaned back to arch her back before lowering to the ground and laying down, placing her head on her front paws. Her eyes followed individual members as they crossed the middle of camp, though didn't say a word. The only member she bothered to formally acknowledge was the pack beta, Kenai, standing up and dipping her head to the brute before laying back down, though as per usual not saying a word before the other wolf. }

Ⓕⓞⓐⓛⓐⓝ

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ；; Male
Ｒａｎｋ；; Hunter
Ｃｒｕｓｈ；; None
Ｗｈｅｒｅ；; Prison Outskirts
Ｔａｇ；; None

{Foalan sat under a old tree on the edge of a clearing, his head resting on his paws as he watched the campground carefully. It wasn't until he heard a yelp from behind a few trees that he looked up, only to see his smaller sister walking back into the camp with a dirt cloud behind her. "Paw given you some issues Tempy?" He asked, a hint of snark in his tone. He rested his head back on his paws as Tempest tucked her tail slightly underneath herself and lowered her head in embarrassment, and he wrote it off with a small smirk. She was his younger sister after all, if even by a minute or two. He watched, one eye open, as his younger sister continued on her way to the clearing. He then turned his back as his sister left his line of sight and walked closer to the prison, though not too close as he was unclear of the rules of whether or not he was allowed near. Foalan meant no harm, he merely wanted to see what was happening. He had heard news of two prisoners coming in recently and wanted to see if anything had happened. }

[.KeithKogane]

Asᴍᴏᴅᴇᴜs
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♂ | 6 Years | Loner | Romantic Interest; None | Location; Outside pack territory | Tags; Open

➳ A dark pelt moved swiftly through the trees. Paws thundered against the forest floor, large and small. No sound was made, except the heavy breathing. Within moments, a squeal sounded as jaws clamped around a rabbit's neck. Sure it may seem cruel, but it's considered as a dog eat dog world. The black animal, who turned out to be a wolf, stood up straight with a rabbit in his jaws. He swiveled his head around, looking for any source of danger. The brute knew he wasn't far from the border, and he didn't want to get caught. He's been living around the pack for about two years, studying how they live. He's notice that there are certain wolves who seemed to be like prisoners in their own home. He figured once caught, he'd be brought in as a prisoner himself. Liked he'd want to be around those cheery, peppy wolves. Always being in his face. A snort escaped his muzzle just thinking about life in the pack, causing him to turn away and look for somewhere else to eat.

Kᴀɴᴀᴇ
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♀ | 3 Years, 6 Months | Hunter | Romantic Interest; Open | Location; Middle of camp | Tags; Kenai (Mentioned)

➳ The sun slowly began to rise, shining it's bright golden rays into the hunter's den, where Kanae slept. Her brilliant green eyes slowly blinked away the dreariness of the night, to being prepared for the day. Her white jaws opened in a yawn, revealing all of her sharp teeth before snapping shut. She slowly pulled herself out of the den with a stretch, the sun warming up her white fur. She noticed not many were up, which is the way she liked it. In overall honesty, the huntress was a bit shy of talking to others. So being alone for some time is good for her. Her gaze did land on Kenai, the pack's beta. It might be a stretch for Kanae, but one day she'd actually like to go on a walk or hang out with the white brute. She's kinda looked up to the male, and almost admired him. Though she isn't one of those creepy admirers which want to be by your side every minute of every day, but just once to talk. She doesn't talk to many to begin with. Instead of walking over to greet the male, she walked over and grabbed part of a left-over rabbit from the night before. The wolf might have caught the brute's attention since she walked about a foot in front of him, but at least she didn't run straight into him. Like the last time. Kanae had been chasing a rabbit, who drifted toward camp. And before she could stop running, because the rabbit took a sharp left, she went bouldering into the beta. They both ended up falling over, with Kenai squashing Kanae. As much as she hoped he wouldn't remember, the huntress figured that memory would probably make him not like her.

[cleave]

ALCATRAZ
"My BARK is little evidence of what my BITE will truly do."

Age: "5 Years of age."
Rank: "Prisoner."
Current Emotion: "Annoyed."
Current Location: "In cage."
Currently Tagged: None

The brute was as silent, awake but unmoving. He laid emotionlessly, body as stiff as an unmoving boulder. Unfortunately for him, two new wolves were added to the chain of hostages and the subtle peace that used to be within the cells was now bound with their voices. Oh how Alcatraz so badly wanted to show them his way of dealing with things that he disliked. The air was musky with dirt, the cell he was left in dirty but well-managed enough so he couldn't escape. Of course, they had to upgrade his immensely due to the fact he has escaped far more than once.

Alcatraz's eyes were hollow, calculating as they bore into the wall in front of him. If it were to be living, it'd most likely be the most uncomfortable thing they could experience. His large head rested on his paws, trying his best to tune out the noises that mad him irritated beyond belief. It's not any better leaving Alcatraz in silence to only listen to his own mind but it was better than two obnoxiously loud brutes who have no respect for others thoughts. Then again, Alcatraz didn't either or else he wouldn't have been held captive. What can he say? They attacked first, he was demonstrating self-defence. Soon enough Alcatraz was pacing in the little room the cellar offered which wasn't much for a large brute like himself. The jogging slowly turn gradually into running, doing laps in the confined space to wear off some energy that would most likely cause him to kill a few more wolves if given the chance. It was already early in the morning and he was getting worked up. What a nice awakening for such a pessimistic wolf such as himself.

ATHENA
"I walk to the BEAT of my own DRUM."

Age: "4 Years of age."
Rank: "Loner."
Current Emotion: "Determined."
Current Location: "Deep within the forest."
Currently Tagged: None

The young she padded mutely through the thick vegetation, her body like a shadow as the darkness succumbed her. Her stance was low, senses heightened as she slowly tracked the rabbit. Deep within the shrubs, she could smell the prey just waiting to be held tightly into her awaiting jaws. As she drew nearer, it wasn't a second before the rabbit gave way and sprinted forward. The wolf gave hot pursuit, jumping over a large bush with ease as she maneuvered easily. Crossing streams and darting through a meadow, Athen lunged forward quicker than the rabbit could comprehend and bit forcefully into it's neck; killing it instantly.

The fae was agile no doubt about it and could easily outrun most other wolves, it was one of the good qualities about having long nimble legs. With the prey secure in her cage-like maw, Athen moved away from the open plain and head back towards the shelter of the forest. She was beyond starving and couldn't wait to actually eat the meal that'll surely fill her stomach until dinner. Resting by a large, fallen coniferous tree, Athen laid with the meal propped on her paws.