teddy.bear wrote:xx☆ ☆xFreyax☆ ☆
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬age - five years old
gender - female
rank - fighter
crush(es) - tbd
location - camp
feeling(s) - x x x
tag(s) - tholl
She slowly crawled out of the bushes, embarrassed by being caught she whimpered and tilted her head in curiosity. who are you? she thought. She wanted to speak but she didn't. Her ears stood fully erect on her head and she kept the distance between them. She stood completely still. Though, not
submissively, in case he wanted a fight.{{sorry for the short posts}}
basics wrote:name ;; tholl
age ;; 5 years
gender ;; brute
rank ;; loner
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location ;; pack of the moon's territory
mood ;; startled
tagged ;; freya [current voice todd]
ooc ;; xxxx
Reference
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basics wrote:name ;; varien
age ;; 1 year
gender ;; brute
rank ;; student
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location ;; pack of the moon's camp
mood ;; cranky.
tagged ;; no one
ooc ;; xxxx
Reference
Varien had been up for awhile. Not hunting, no resting and gazing at the beautiful autumn. He had been out, a few mere meters away from the entrance of the camp. Training in the art of combat. It was his greatest strength indeed, hunting being a very close second. However, his greatest strength had a glaring weaknesses. The bane of his existence, his cursed left eye. The pearl student knew it was his greatest weakness, not only in fighting or hunting, but in tracking as well. He relied heftily on his other senses, which in turn would make sense. However, if a more experience opponent realized - which, of course, they would - he would no doubt be slew for his weakness.
So he was working on it. His mentor wasn't awake yet, and Varien had no intentions of waiting for him, or going out with another wolf. Considering today he had awoken with the left side of his face hurting - yes, it hurt from time to time, although he never told anyone just as he had never told them how he'd gotten it - he felt even more agitated and aggressive than usual. And no, he didn't feel like hearing his mentor or alpha's scoldings if he released what they would call a 'snide' or 'inappropriate' comment at another wolves expense. So, he was putting his efforts to a more rewarding task - training. Sparring with invisible figures, practice his snaps and evades and quick bites. Whenever his mentor awoke, Varien would hear it. His mentor was a very cordial, popular wolf, contrary to himself. Good mornings and greetings were sure to flow abundantly, and Varien would hear every last one of them. Then, he could recieve his assignment for the day. Narrowing his single right chocolate eye, the silver wolf lunged forward at an invisible opponent with surprising speed and strength for one of his build, his jaws snapping so hard around his imaginary 'opponent' that they could be hard making contact together. It wasn't hard to see something was bothering him, for he was never so 'barbaric'. However, lucky Varien, no one was around to question him on his odd behavior.
That was, until a few moments ago. A stunned fae voice, flustered, stammered out the name of his mentor. No doubt his mentor was idling away. The silver brute cared naught for such foolishness - he continued his snapping until eventually, the boredom of not seeing any blood or flesh fly crept it. Sitting down, Varien began to groom his slightly rumpled pelt, taking great care to untangle any mats that had took up residence in his lush coat. Yet, in that simple action, all peace that had once been there faded. He could hear the activity begin, and before his dark hued ocean orb Alue, his alpha, strode out into the territory. Not too long after, the howls and yips filled with nativity that signified the awakening of his fellow students permeated the once still air. Distaste filled Varien, yet he didn't let it display. Why waste the energy? It wasn't benefiting anyone. When they breezed by, howling in those high-pitched voices and thundering through the forest, Varien's lip curled in the slightest before it fell. What was taking his mentor so long? He hadn't hunted just for an early morning training opportunity, when the wolves were slumbering and the forest was clear. So much for that.
Deciding to grab some prey and perhaps get on a patrol should his beta call one, Varien entered the camp, padding towards the prey pile. Seeing nothing except for the large deer, which he had no taste for, the student padded towards the student's den and sat. Watching. Perhaps many would think of just sitting there as a boring task, but, it was useful in the future. There were a lot of things one could pick up from simply observing the habits of others. And, Varien would use that full well. After all, what else could he do with his time?
