Burned Birches and Hollow Howls... (New and accepting!)

[MyFairLady]

Clarissa
The young female wolf watched the male curiously, her eyes following his every move. It seemed as though he could see her thoughts and read her mind. She was silent, afraid to let a peep escape from her muzzle. Though he asked her questions, she didn't know how to answer. Talking was not her strong point, mostly because she was never talked to. If she was, it was usually an order to get out of someone else's way. Clare trembled, knowing she had to say something before he would walk away. "I did have a nightmare, but I always do. It's always the same one," she said quickly, her words running into each other. "It's really stupid, but I always dream I'm being chased out of the pack." Her voice was another challenge. It was the reason why she was scorned by the wolves. It was too squeaky for howling, and was hard to understand when she was talking because she usually raced through her sentences and spoke too quietly to be heard; she only did this when she was nervous, which was basically all the time.

[Heavenly.Howl]

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Her head tilted slightly before she answered. She was curious about me. That was risky. I slowly start adapting and become more secretive. Maybe try to draw her curiosity in more. I grin a little bit as she talked."You know.. Not everyone hates you. No need to be harsh...Im here now so you don't have to be scared about anyone else."I say softly to her after she answered my previous question. I couldn't change her opinion about herself. I could try, but it would be up to her to take the advise. She always seemed kinda down on herself, and afraid and on edge if someone was going to come sharpen their claws on her or something. She doesn't like to- want to be controlled. She needs a soft touch. Like an abused puppy. My grin falls, and I shake my head a little."Clare right...?" I ask politely. My emerald green eyes try to get a look into her eyes. I want to know things about her.

[waggy]

Rogue chased after a quick hare to kill it,she huffed deeper and deeper,feeling the cold breathe onto her muzzle and points of her fur near her muzzle.The white wolf liked the feeling,but it bothered her aswell.She blinked and made her way closer to the fastest hare she ever seen,it was white,with speckles of grey over it.Looking over her shoulder with bared teeth,she felt unfocused,as she tripped and fell onto the lonely and sharp rocks,she frowned and cried in pain,her eyes barely missing the sharp rock,she looked up to her leg bleeding bad.She looked around as the sly hare was gone,she looked over at some leaves,as she pulled them one by one impatiently,she made a bad bandage over her leg.It didn't help,it stang even more,she must of fallen down deep,she growled to herself.Looking to camp,she looked over at the medics den,what about if the healer was busy?Oh well,she'll survive.She rubbed her eyes with the palm of her paws and found to find blood on her eye,she shrugged and flopped onto her side,licking her wound,she saw a stick stuck in her back.She tried to stand up once more and suceeded-barely,with the power she had,she trotted back to camp and layed on her side,stretching and falling asleep quickly,in an akward posisition.

(why do i make my wolves hurt on the very first post lmao,well,she's open.I heard that another wolf is meeting johnny,so she'll most likely wait some time and meet other wolves before going to the healer.

[munchqueen]

Lilith shivered as a rush of wind brushed through her fur, and she closed her eyes as this happened. When she opened them again, the wind had calmed, and the birch trees became eerily still once more. Lilith sighed, looking up to the sky. The rest of the pack would be waking, so she had best get back. Perhaps Mantooth would speak with her; she wanted to tell someone about her suspicions of this new land.
So Lilith made her way back to the new camp, one she was still unfamiliar with, and towards the healer's den. "Mantooth," she called from her place outside. She did not look in, for she thought that it would be rude. "It's Lilith."

[Ammy2-56]

Ciara & Amor
The near-blind female walked alongside the massive beast in long, measured steps, looking almost regal despite being dwarfed by the size of her companion. Birds twittered happily down at the two, and Ciara could hear the quick beats of their downy wings as they lifted their plump, cheery bodies into flight. Rodents scurried about in their busy little way among the crisp fallen leaves, perhaps a ferret or two among them. Amor pranced his front feet slightly at the prospect of food and nipped at Ciara's withers playfully, as if asking permission to hunt. "Oh, old friend..." she chuckled, letting her paws come to a halt as she addressed him. "Need you ask?"
With that, he let out a low, happy call and broke into a bound, chasing after the creatures on the leaves. Ciara's chuckle became a full-out laugh and her head turned to watch the hippogriff as he bounded around to catch his breakfast. "Pounce, you clumsy oaf!" Ciara teased, barking happily as he scared a poor weasel from its burrow. Amor let out a few half-irritated clicks at being disrespected in such a way and then quickly pounced, pinning down the weasel and quickly ending its life with a nip of his sharp beak. Prancing, he carried it past Ciara and threw it up in the air a few feet before catching it again, swallowing it in a single gulp. Not a shred remained for Ciara, abut she just chuffed softly in amusement and rolled her eyes at Amor's annoyed stare. "I told you how to catch it, didn't I?" she told him, a playful growl in her voice, "Either way, you did execute that pounce wonderfully. Nice use of the talons." At those words, Amor huffed quietly and ran his beak lightly through the fur on Ciara's withers in forgiveness, despite her earlier choice of such "offensive" words towards him. "Hippogriffs..." Ciara murmured, looking up at her massive friend. "Such rightfully proud creatures you are!"

[amethyst14]

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S O Z I M
Location; Camp.
Crush; open.
Apprentice; TBA.
Tags; Rouge.
Scent; Smokey
Mood; Anxious
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Sozim saw the movement in the corner of his eye before looking in that direction. He saw a scout, whose name always escaped Sozim's memory, with the omega. The very wolf he despises the most. It was her squeaky voice and strange personality that made him despise her. Sozim was always the one to chase the fae away, but she had always returned. For some odd reason he left her be though when she returned, as if eating made him feel better. The large male let out a low growl, inching towards her as if to go ahead and chase her away once again, even with that scout so close to her.

It was the scent of blood that stopped him, his head swiveled in the direction. He gave one last look at the omega, still growling before he went off in the direction of the scent. Sozim could tell it was another wolf's blood and could sense it was a pack wolf. The black and grey male picked up his pace as he went to investigate, though she was in camp. He spotted the familiar white pelt of Rouge, she was bleeding along her leg and had a stick protruding from her back. He shook his head disapprovingly as she was asleep. The brute nosed her side to wake her and when she stirred he simply told the hunter "You should have Mantooth look at your injuries." As far as he knew this territory was dangerous and they didn't need any sick or injured in case they need to go on the move once again. Sozim's icy blue eyes where on the female, waiting for her response.
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[Heavenly.Howl]

(bump..?)

[munchqueen]

Lilith shivered as a rush of wind brushed through her fur, and she closed her eyes as this happened. When she opened them again, the wind had calmed, and the birch trees became eerily still once more. Lilith sighed, looking up to the sky. The rest of the pack would be waking, so she had best get back. Perhaps Mantooth would speak with her; she wanted to tell someone about her suspicions of this new land.
So Lilith made her way back to the new camp, one she was still unfamiliar with, and towards the healer's den. "Mantooth," she called from her place outside. She did not look in, for she thought that it would be rude. "It's Lilith."

(MyFairLadyyyy where you at? *waits patiently*)

[waggy]

Rogue huffed as the brute came in and gently spoke to her,her head was tilted back just an inch.Her amber eyes focused on him,she dipped her head ''he's busy,right now..'' she responded with a quick sneeze as the den was cold and clearly old,she toke her head and looked out,the bright light making her eyes shine,she was sleeping for quite a long time.''He's talking to another female,she might be injured worse than i,'' she explained,looking into his eyes realizing who he is,a fellow wolf that she hasn't seen for a long time.

The gentle creature tried to slowly sit up,but her hind leg said no,she sighed with annoyence to herself ''don't worry about me buddy,there's alot of thing to worry about,and one of them, is not me.'' she barked quitely,now sitting,her hind leg placed akwardly but peacefully.She waited for his reply as she licked her chops from the blood she had gotten from the hare,which was very minumum.Trying to reach the wounded leg,she failed with a whimper,stopping soon after trying,shaking her fur gently and quitely.

[MyFairLady]

Mantooth
Johnny looked over as he heard a voice from outside his den that called his name. He moved a bit closer until the wolf gave her name. It was the beta, not a wolf to fear. "Oh, hey Lilth. Come on in," he said, stepping to the side so that she could come in. He often found it funny that she constantly called him by his full 'real' name and not his nickname that he always went by. Perhaps it was her rank that gave her the serious, professional personality she was known for. In any event, Johnny was determined to wear her down to make her more playful.

Clarissa
She knew she was being watched by another wolf, and it wasn't just the scout. It was Sozim, the wolf who seemed to hate her the most. She shivered again just thinking about it before returning her attention to her 'friend.' She straightened her posture a bit but still was not at her full height, afraid to in case someone else was looking. "Yes, that's my name," she said with a sigh. Clarissa was ashamed of everything, including her name. It was very feminine and made her sound like she was delicate. Too delicate for to do any job, even though she was a fairly good hunter when it came to smaller game. Her pale eyes stole a glance up at the scout, but then she quickly dropped it again. She had a million things she wanted to ask him, but was afraid of pestering him too much.