[ 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒 ] ✘ open

[I'm done delete me.]

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xxxxxxxx▶ age: three || gender: female || crush: none || tags: open || pack: salem ||
rank: patroller
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four weeks had pasted and she hadn't spoken to vamon, she had seen him around but only glanced at him. the word he had said to her still crossed her mind. the female laid in her small den on her side, looking rather rundown and depressed, she wanted to get out of this pack and find someone to have pups with, although she wanted vamon to be that wolf she thought from that moment he had called her cruel she was never going to be with him, that he didn't feel anything for her. she heard about another pack moving close to them, and had considered escaping to their pack but to escape would be hard in this pack. she didn't know how the loners escaped she would escaped with them if she had a chance. she felt almost invisible to others as they walked past her not giving her even a glance, but honestly she didn't care as she knew no one cared about her here only themselves, she had no one really to talk to although she had been finding herself talking to the omega he seems kind of sweet.
xxxxxxxxxxxthe young female got up slowly, thinking it was time for a patrol. she needed to get away from camp for a while and her rank makes it possible for her. she walked out of camp and into the woods to start her patrol. she knew she had look out for the other pack coming into the territory although she wouldn't really do anything to them. maze had nothing against the pack, they were all wolves living in this cruel world. her head was lowered as she walked around the woods, she went closer to the territory line to see if she could spot the other pack.

[Durnehviir]

♕ K H A L E E S I ♕
➼ fighter fae ➼ 4 ½ years ➼ straight ➼ Angels
{location: camp} ➼ {scent: pollen, rain & basil} ➼
{mate: open} ➼ {tags: open} ➼ {mood: angry}
The silvery grey an black fae walked quietly along a river bank. The sound of the flower water was soothing and it helped her think. Their pack had to move closer to the Demons. Closer to Akela. A cold shiver went down her spine just thinking about the merciless brute along with her daughter. The one that was even crazier than him. She hated that entire pack and everything that it was about. They saw everything as a weakness. Simple expressions and feelings were weak in their eyes and they completely ignored them. What if one of them fell in love with the other? What would happen then? Another chill went through her body as she thought of the endless possibilities.
Khaleesi walked in silence back to the camp. Wolves were talking and bustling about as if nothing was happening. The humans seemed to be in the back of everyone's minds while they began to worry about the inwards of Salem. The Demons and alpha Akela. A slight growl escaped her maw but it was almost silent. Ill kill that brute if I ever have the chance. The humans had been moving closer to the two packs for weeks and they were just now getting affected. They were moving farther inwards of Salem and now they had to overlap onto Akelas borders. Khaleesi hated this, all of this. Hated the fact that her home was being destroyed and she was basically being housed by that merciless killing machine.

♕ G L I T C H ♕
➼ assassin brute ➼ 5 years ➼ straight ➼ Demons
{location: ///} ➼ {scent: metallic, dust & lemon} ➼
{mate: open} ➼ {tags: Blake} ➼ {mood: unkown}
The overly large brute paced back and forth in his ever-too-small den. Adrayn is gone and everything is falling apart. His anger was growing and it was all because of that healer. It was her fault. Glitch liked her but this act completely pissed him off. There was no sent trail, no blood trail. Absolutely nothing. He knew for a fact that she disappeared becuase he checked for himself. Glitch through himself into the wall of his den. His shoulder collided with the surface. He growled to himself before running over to the healers den and staring her dead in the eye. No emotion, no sound, just complete silence. The tension was so thick between him with Blake that you could cut it with a knife. But not a moment later guardians showed up and began speaking to Akela; his alpha. The only true alpha. Glitch turned his large, muscular body around and stared at the guardians. Such pitiful wolves. Sadly, they left without a scratch and when Glitch went to speak with Blake she was already gone and walking up to Akelas den. Another low growl escaped his maw before he shuffled back to his den in annoyance.

[we leaving]

atlas
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tagging akela / no mentions / salem / brute

atlas was still felt piqued about this situation. he snarled as one pangaea wolf --- cicero --- went past him to make a patrol. the brute's eyes shut quickly. i want to speak to akela about this. no. not now. he reminded himself. his cranium faced the alpha's den, growling. he later found himself flexuring at akela's den and sauntering over to the brute's den. atlas stood at the entrance, his bottom lip curled. "akela," the fighter started, provoked. he stepped into the darkness of the den, his body looking like a silhouette. the brute's gray fur bristled, his eyes flickering with plenty of anger. "why didn't you just chase them off, and the forest will belong to us?" atlas suggested, his tone strongly trickling lethalness. "i'm talking about pangaea, also." he stepped back, his claws creating a deep, long scratch in the ground. he covered up the scratch, yet still a little visible. atlas stepped out of the den. he glared at pangaea. just live by the humans, or leave. he thought, stalking towards the fighters den.

solstice
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tagging cicero, judas, octavia / mentioned by ezekiel / pangaea / fae

solstice shivered. moving towards salem made her fear war would happen. she noticed cicero approaching, and dipped her head. "hi, cicero." she smiled a little. the fae nodded as cicero told her to join a hunting patrol. "alright." solstice gritted her teeth at the salem wolves. she wasn't a big fan of their personalities. bloodthirsty, cruel... that sent a chill down her spine. solstice sighed, joining the other wolves that were going on hunting patrol.

[royalty.]

sorry for the lack of fanciness, I'll make it pretty later. Also, I'm going to time skip it to nighttime and make every wolf do the same thing their doing now. for a while, the packs are going to be busier at night, and more laidback (but alert) in daytime. this is because akela wants to prevent any humans from catching them off guard, therefore he believes it's best to work harder at night and keep caution during the day. the ranking ceremony will begin in an hour (which will start after I make two more posts) and it will involve both packs, but each pack individually has their own ceremony (as akela doesn't want to combine packs). i apologize this took so long but i kept losing my paragraphs, thus i'll only be roleplaying three characters until i have the time to make posts for the others. katara, kali (she's a grey shewolf, and deaf [nobody knows), armageddon (darker red+grey male) are open. akela is tagging blakely, atlas, maverick, and raziel, while judas is tagging octavia and octavius



akela

Akela gulped down the remaning bits of caribou, running his tongue over his bloodied maw as he burped. He stood in the forest alone, needing some independent time. It wasn't rare for him to wander off on his own, and especially with the past happenings, it was all he really needed. He felt himself wandering towards old Pangaea territory, the stench of sawdust emitting in the air. He breathed through his mouth, not wishing to have a stuffy nose for that night. Akela began to practice his fighting skills, preparig himself for the ranking ceremony. Like anybody would dare fight me. He thought, although he continued to train in case there were wolves who wished to overcome him and lead the pack. It was not probable, as many of the wolves in Salem respected him. He looked into the sky. It was a dark orange, a slight tint of blue in some areas. Nightfall. I need to get back to the pack soon. He thought to himself, although he continued to practice for a little while longer regardless of what dangers could possibly come to him.
His thoughts were elsewhere as he lay down that night. He thought of all the occurrences that took place within the last month. The one mishap that was constantly stuck in his mind was the disappearance of Adryan. He was angered, pissed at his pack for defying him and practically starting the havoc. He was humiliated by the actions the females threw upon them, making him look weak and powerless against the very wolves he wanted to humiliate. He arrived shortly after nightfall, his muscles worn out and tired from a long day of patrolling. The ranking ceremony was to start soon, and he had prepared himself for any wolf that wanted to fight against him. Momentarily, the brute entered the foot of his large den, seeing a few demons occupying it. Akela didn't argue with them about it. If I was in their position, I, too, would refrain from sleeping in my own den. I wouldn't want to be near the Guardians nor would I trust them while I'm alone. He circled around a particular spot, soon setting his worn out body on a pile of freshly padded leaves.
Walking past the borders, he made way towards his den but was instantly approached by a familiar brute. Here we go... "akela, why didn't you just chase them off, and the forest will belong to us?" Akela grit his teeth, inhaling and narrowing his eyes. "It's either we accept them here or constantly fight with them due to our borders being meters away, and quite frankly I don't want to waste my breath. Now, Atlas, do you remember what happened to the last wolves that went against my decisions?" He shouldered the brute out of the way, walking towards his den. "Don't make me have to rip your head off and hang it on my wall."
He laid his head down, preparing himself to sleep when he heard a voice talking to him. He lifted his head, scanning the den. Maverick, Raziel, Armageddon, nor Kali had their maw's open towards him, instead focusing on their own conversations. He heard the voice again. The brute growled, turning his head slowly to the female voice that spoke to him so angelically. He nodded his head ever so slightly at the sight of Blakely. He sighed. "You're correct, you shouldn't keep apologizing. Clearly, you didn't comprehend what I said about that. I hate when wolves apologize, and you know that. Don't be so weak, dear." He grumbled, but sighed and softened up a little. "It's not your fault. You weren't the only one to speak up, although if you hadn't I'm not entirely sure if the others would do also. But I must say, it was humiliating seeing my packmates that are rumored to be obedient and dangerous go against their alpha so willingly, then continuously giving him attitude when he made a clear point. I was trying to deal with the loners, and you females disrespected me to a point I was so close to killing all of you right then and there." He got up, walking over to Blakely and laying down in front of her, his head held high and his eyes looking down at her. "The cougar attack wasn't your fault, thus you mustn't blame yourself for such. It's unclear to me what exactly lured the beast near our borders, but remind yourself that everyone came out alive." He paused abruptly, remembering his daughter was still indeed missing. It had been four weeks, and they had been so rough on them. He already killed three of his packmates, yelled at many and even depicted killing off the wolves and only taking a few with him elsewhere.
He cleared his throat, shaking the negativity from his thoughts. "You need to sleep, Blakely. I, your alpha, am confirming with you that I am not angry nor do I blame you for the recent mishaps. You don't need to keep yourself up for such pathetic reasons. You healed the injured and aided us as much as you could. Please, refrain from putting yourself down." This moment, he went from soothing to slightly rude, without even thinking twice. "It's weak, pathetic, and annoying, and I've heard enough negativity from these wolves in these past months." He licked his chops, exhaling loudly. "Although I am pleased with your healing expertise you have offered so valuably to the packs recently, I still am slightly disappointed with you and don't want a repeat of what happened ever again. I cannot force myself to make you listen, but I only hope you'll consider my wishes."



judas

The brute panted harshly, long ragged breaths emitting from his maw. It had been a long day for him. He had been scouting for a large chunk of his time, while the other parts of his day consisted of him hunting and gathering herbs, bedding, and other resources. The hunting groups had been out all day, only coming back from time to time when they had a caribou to put in the kill pile. He thought of how full the kill pile would be when he got back. Two packs, eighteen hunters. Few wolves gathered in small groups to hunt, while most of them went in pairs. Still, he knew the kill pile would be overflowing with fresh, juicy prey by the time he returned. He licked his chops, already hungry regardless of the fact he had already eaten less than two hours ago. He trotted around, taking in the Demons' territory and sucking in sharp breaths. It stunk. It reeked of blood, death, and barely any prey could be seen. He shook his head immediately and walked back into territory, ignoring the stares and glares from the many demons surrounding him.
Soon, he found himself plopping down next to Octavia and her sibling, Octavius. He gulped slightly, but kept his expressions hardened as Maverick passed by the den, growling and glaring at the Guardians inhabiting the structure. "This sucks," Judas admitted blatantly. "These humans are putting our life in danger, therefore we're forced to move into territory where our lives, yet again, are still in danger!" He uttered a sound of disgust and plopped down on his belly next to Octavia. "There's no winning for us. Akela is continuously causing problems. He won't even have the ranking ceremony for all of us. He's making each pack have their own ceremony. Are you kidding me? It's absolutely unnecessary."


maveick

Growls emerged from the brutes throat as he passed by a den of Pangaea wolves, narrowing his eyes and scoffing. He walked back towards the main den, the alpha den, whereas most of the demons stayed. It was one of the main areas that didn't have any pangaea wolves, as ezekiel's den was smaller and on the opposite side of the territory. He plopped down at the entrance, listening to the conversations within the den, mostly coming from Akela. He sighed, and entered, instantly walking over to Raziel and lying down next to her slender frame.
"I'm an official member of the demons now." He woofed softly, his gruffly voice filled with exhaustion. He cleared his throat and changed the subject. "How are you holding up? What do you plan doing for the ranking ceremony? I'm still depicting whether or not I want to fight for a higher rank, although I still am fine with my current position.

[evixtus]

E Z E K I E L ♛ G U A R D I A N

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zeke ✘ six 1/2
male ✘ p. alpha
crush ✘ n/a
tags ✘ open
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The brute had been uneasy for some time, keeping everybody in line and even reprimanding a few of his pack mates due to their ignorance and loss of faith for their survival. A lot of fights had been breaking out between the Guardians due to how much stress was coursing through the air, losing their home, and then to top it off, taking refuge on Demon territory. Gritting his teeth as he padded through their temporary camp, waiting for his last scouting patrol to return, he paced by Judas and Octavia, overhearing him speak his opinion to her. Ezekiel's ears twitched, the white feathers attached to his fur dancing through the gentle breeze. He almost opened his mouth to say something, but he quickly turned away, knowing that the brute was only speaking the truth. At the moment, he found comfort in nothing. They were always staring at him, waiting for him to make a wrong move and take advantage of him.

B L A K E L Y ♚ D E M O N

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blake ✘ five
female ✘ s. healer
crush ✘ n/a
tags ✘ akela
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The multicolored female had her head lowered, expecting a lecture from him, so she wasn't surprised when he began to speak. She lifted her nose slightly to make eye contact and show her respect, to let him know that she was listening. His sudden use of a term of endearment startled her slightly. She felt the skin crawl up the nape of her neck as shivers ran through her spine. Lupis, why did it make her feel so. . .warm when he said that? Blakely ran her tongue over her teeth, focusing back on him as he continued to speak. "I can promise you that I will not speak against you again. It was foolish of me, and I don't understand why I did it, but it happened and I cannot change that." Her head tilted slightly and she sighed softly. "I'm sorry, the reason I'm not sleeping isn't because of me putting myself down. I've become restless, knowing you're upset and that there's so much controversy going on between the two packs. Another reason I can't sleep right now is because of the ranking ceremony. There will be pack mates I must treat due to sustained injuries during the skirmishes for ranks." She felt the sudden urge to move closer, bury her muzzle into his fur and try to forget everything, but she restrained herself, shifting her weight to fix her derailed mind. "I hate to admit this, Akela, but, to be honest, I don't feel like I'll be healer after tonight. There have been others waiting for tonight to take my spot. I've heard whispers throughout the pack, and the glares from the others. And I know you're very much aware that I cannot sustain myself in a fight." Her heart sank into the bottom of her stomach. "I'm not useful to this pack if I'm not healing others. So, if I do lose my ranking, I'm leaving the pack."

[dakotaawolven]

☠ raziel . she-wolf . six and half years old . delta female . demon . tagged;; Maverick☠

I think I will still offer him a place at my side. We would make a good pair, an even amount of supporting and insulting each other. Raziel chuckled to herself at that thought. But it was true. Raz just wondered how to bring it up to Akela. In all honesty, she would probably just make the announcement at the ceremony.

"I'm an official member of the demons now," Raziel lifted her head as the brute she had just been thinking about laid down beside her and spoke. ah, so he had finally officially joined? Good. Then she could go through with her plan after all. Him having been not official pack would have made that a bit difficult -more like impossible. In her mind, she chuckled, though on the outside she looked over at the brute.

"Hello, Maverick. So it's official now? Good to have you," she smiled slightly. At his question about the ceremony and such, she tilted her head slightly, looking at him. "I'm alright. My stomach is still healing a bit, but I can definitely kick some ass tonight if needed. And I've decided, my offer still stands, if you want it," she tells him, assuming he would understand what offer she was referring to. It was the only offer she'd made, but she didn't know if he would recall, considering how busy the past weeks had been.

[MickeyRose]

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𝖅𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖆
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Fighter Ӿ Fae Ӿ Maunx (My Wolf)
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The sun did nothing like it used to. Her brain was scattered...damaged....broken. What could she do? Sit idly and watch as the world passed by? No, those...those...angelic messes of...beasts made wolves look like weaklings, like they were perfect pretty princesses. HA wolves are savage, meant to tear things limb. from. limb....not be pansies like these wolves. What are they even..wolves? Or cowards. Cowards seem to fit the bill all to well.

Walking out to the forest, the fae began to pace. Snarls leaving her mouth, sharp words passing her lips as she fought every thing in her simplistic body. Fought both herself and the outside world from it's inevitability to destroy everything. These..two-legged things...they already took some of what she was as a wolf. Left her with less place to roam, literally DESTROYED her pack's strength and defense. That was before Akela and Adryan came to free her from the calamity that held her parents and pack. She was home now. A place with fangs and fury. Zavia felt safe here. Like her inner demons could be freed.

Her pace began to become erratic. Paws stepping on ground without reason, without care. Each breath became quicker. Collapsing on the cold ground, taking solace in the land that she now so much loved and revered. The soil that reeked of souls lost and the blood spilled, became the only thing that calmed her. Calmed the demon that she was. In her final moments as the Zavia she once was, she remembered the pups she once cared for. They may have not been hers, but then they were. The yips and love they offered unconditionally warmed her heart for a slight moment...before it all died.

Laying upon the ground, alone...helpless for a short time...her eyes lolled back, leaving nothing but white to show. It was hard on her system, the random shakes and quivers that moved through her veins like the blood that once carried love, but now carried nothing. As she came back into focus, she only knew two things:

One.
She was a demon. No mercy was to go to the weak, and there was never any survivors.

Two.
Zavia only owes allegiance to one brute and he, plus his daughter, will be the only wolves that will never see fangs bore against them. The rest would.

It took her all but a few minutes to take advantage of what the newfound wolf could do. With a blood-lust she couldn't sustain, she took to a force she never had felt.

He walked alone. White fur pulsing as he walked in demon territory DEMON TERRITORY. This guardian was a joke..a lie. A wolf with so much....kindness...in his demeanor that it suffocated Zavia almost to the point of vomiting. He even smelled sweet...Zavia slightly wondered if his blood tasted the same..?

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𝓜𝓪𝓾𝓷𝔁
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Guard ✧ Brute ✧ Zavia (My Wolf)
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The life of a Guardian was greatly ruined. He could smell it on this desolate air. The smell of grasses were long gone, replaced with the gross smell of death. What would come of this pack? Of his family? He may never have a female to himself, but he had loved. The pain still oh so real. Underneath his pelt, he felt disgusting. There was no clear waters for him to bathe in as he much enjoyed to do. As a Guard, he felt it was expected of him to be presentable, to not smell like the deer from a week ago. It irritated him really, being pushed this way. Maunx's alpha obviously knew what he was doing, choosing the best for the pack. But it wasn't safe.
Not for anyone.
Not even...himself.

Smelling the air, there was a foreign scent. Something that had never crossed his path. Roses? When would a smell like that cross him in this land of death. Nearing closer, he could have sworn it was a panther. Snarls and vicious fangs raking themselves across his body. The pain, sears of claws in his skin as whatever creature attacked him fought hard.

What was this? A fae? So small...throwing her off, he could see the darkness in her eyes. Demon. As the two stared one another down he couldn't help but try to keep himself together. "You should return home young fae. You aren't allowed upon guardian land."

"You're on my soil brute. None the less a GUARDIAN." She seemed to throw the words in Maunx's face with fury.

"I will gladly return to my pack if you do the same."

She started...laughing....hysterically. Looking at him again he saw something else in her.
"Oh, I will return home my dear. Here is the twist though." A smile crossed her face as she inched near..and more near...her paws making no noise upon the ground. "You're coming with." Suddenly, fangs were in his throat, the pain filling his body as he tried to fight, but caused himself more injury. He couldn't howl out for help, he was rendered helpless at this point.

As he felt the pain die away, as his body did so, he looked to the fae as she stood above him with her devilish grin. "Welcome to Salem." She laughed again as his last breath heaved.
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𝖅𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖆
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Fighter Ӿ Fae Ӿ Akela
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The brute was easy. A joke really. He had put up a fight like a pup. So simple. So...Weak...Looking up to to where her alpha would surely be near, she howled a triumphant sound and took her kill in her fangs. Dragging the once-white fur to her home proudly. As if she just completed her first kill. Zavia pranced almost. So proud to have rid the land of one intruder. So excited, that she had to show her alpha what she could do. With her sense of smell, Zavia followed his scent and drug the now dirtied brute to the alpha to hopefully show him that she was more than loyal in this mess.

[royalty.]

❝ ＡＫＥＬＡ❞xxx─ ＴＨＥ ＧＨＯＳＴ

scent&voice : amber&crimson, idris elba rank : fighter, in this pack tagged&mentions : tagged/mentions mood : here

─ In these few moments, what spewed from the maw of his beloved healer took him by utter shock. "I'm not useful to this pack if I'm not healing others. So, if I do lose my ranking, I'm leaving the pack." The words rang in his ear, bothering him as if it was a bug swarming and buzzing around his face. He would never imagine such a strong-willed, confident character such as Blakely would ever speak of such things. Yet, he had to stop and consider her words. Was it possible someone in Salem or Pangaea was indeed striving for her rank? If so, who was it? Even though ranking ceremonies were created to fight for and earn a rank from the victory, Akela did in fact have the power to say no and let the original beholder keep the rank. In this case, if a wolf were indeed to take advantage of Blakely's weaknesses and use it against her, it would have to be a wolf with much more skills and healing knowledge for Akela to accept their ranking. Yet, this seemed impossible, as Akela took in Blakely as a healer because she was the smartest and most capable, which concerned him that another wolf believed they were better. Why do I think of her so highly? The question arose in his thoughts multiple times throughout the past month, yet aside from the obvious reasons he wouldn't admit to, he couldn't see why. Everytime he saw her, everytime he was in her presence, he had this warm feeling welling up inside of him, something he hadn't felt for years. There was only one female (asides from Adryan) he had ever cared for, and that was his past mate Amery. One that had manipulated, defied him, and devoured every single part of him that had ever felt love, or even emotion. She was the beautiful tradegy in his life, and regardless of how she treated him, in some moments he had wished Adryan never killed her. He came to a conclusion that he was developing feelings for the fae, the beautiful she-wolf who had been there for him in the most treachourous parts of his life, the fae who had always cared for him no matter what had happened, yet he still attempted to deny it so frequently.
xxxxxHowever, he was unable to respond when suddenly a shadow emerged from within the forest, plopping a body in the den entry. He instantly recognized Zavia, the very female who felt she had failed Adryan the day of her disappearence, and the one that went crazy soon after. The stiff lying at her feet was a guardian, the identity to him remained unknown. He hadn't had the time to introduce himself to any guardians, as they were a burden in their territory. He wanted to congratulate Zavia, give her his appreciation- she did, in fact, remove one of the many foes that rested on Demon territory. Yet, inside him was the need to know.... what was the motive? Of course, this question resulted in many answers- guardians caused war, problems, and they were leaving less space for demons by invading their territory. But if the demons used these reasons as their motive to kill the Pangaea wolves, Salem would belong only to demons once again. Thus, setting his thoughts aside, he began to question her.
xxxxx He lifted his muscular body from the cold ground, walking towards Zavia. At first, he looked at the stiff, watching the neck drip of fresh blood and creating a pool of crimson liquid around his head. He moved his gaze towards Zavia, locking his multicoloured orbs with her own slightly crazed eyes. "When did this happen?" He asked, almost angry if it was possible. "Many of the demons have seemed to keep their cool around the guardians, especially the loners who once crossed paths with us, but why did you crack so easily, so quickly? What was the motive in this situation? He didn't expect a solid answer- in fact, he expected her to break into laughter. He, too, was once a crazed young wolf, but soon he morphed from deadly and crazy to just deadly. His right eye, the hazel one full of life, was calculating and demanding, while the scarred one was simply dead, scratched up and rendered useless. Akela sighed soon after, shaking his head upon hearing her reply. "Rid of the corpse immediatly, as I don't want to pollute our grounds and leave the humans a scent to follow. Afterwards, the only thing you should be killing is more prey. Since you want to become an assassin, start off showing your skills by showing me how many animals you can catch within the hour."
xxxxxHe nodded his head, with both appreciation and disappointment invading his eyes. He was indeed proud of Zavia's work, pleased with her new attitude, but still, he didn't want to cause more havoc between the two rivals. Sure, it'd be great to decorate his den wall with the body of this brute, showing the guardians their capabilities, yet it wasn't the right time. Akela wandered over to his original spot and lay down, this time right next to Blakely. He held his breath when his pale fur grazed against her longer, more colourful pelt, but he played it off smoothly. "Please don't be so negative," he reassured, his accent smooth and silky, yet powerful and menacing. "I'm sure those rumours are exactly what they are- rumours. Any wolf who would dare go up against you and use your weaknesses to their advantage would have to have way more herbal knowledge and skills than you, which is near impossible. Besides, my confirmation would be necessary for them to take over their rank, and if I believe they're unfit they still won't get the rank." In these moments, he felt a spark of bravery inside of him. He nuzzled her cheek with his soft, scarred nose, his heart beating faster with confidence. He laid his head on his paws soon after, slightly taken aback by the actions he had just made. "I'll be watching over you. You can get some sleep if you'd like, and I'll wake you before the ceremony starts."

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scent&voice : balsam&maple, chris hemsworth rank : fighter, in this pack tagged&mentions : tagged/mentions mood : here

─ The brute lifted his forearms off of the ground, stretching them out and switching to a seated position instead. "I'm sure it wouldn't be necessary," he offered, his voice promising and reassuring. "I don't believe Akela has depicted whether or not to combine the two ceremonies, and even so any Salem wolf who's brave enough to actually stand up and face you is sure to meet their defeat." Concluding this, he offered out a short laugh, which sounded like more of a huff. He shook his head, looking outwards into the darkening sky, knowing the ceremony was to start shortly. There was no telling the future, and Maverick had no idea of what was to be taking place tonight. Would someone fight for his rank? If this was the case, the skilled brute would fight endlessly, not quitting until he heard the alpha bark it was over- even if he was shedding a little too much blood. He ran his tongue over his upper lip, where a freshly made cut began to swell and scar. It was the result of the cougar attack that had occured the month before, and this was one part of him that would always remember the incident.
xxxxxAlthough the past month had been harsh on the to packs, Maverick started to have strange feelings whilst in Raziel's presence. It was almost if his heart stopped beating at her voice. He almost considered telling her about these feelings, but in the end he decided it wasn't best. He knew she did indeed fancy the alpha of Salem, and it wasn't likely for her resulting feelings to land with him. Thus, the brute kept his mouth shut and his feelings to himself. He started acting so strangely around her that it began to come off as disrespect. The past month had been especially rough, which is why he was surprised by her finishing words. "And I've decided my offer still stands- if you want it." He looked down at her, his lips curling the slightest bit as he nodded. "I would be honoured to stand by you as Delta. Thank you for the opportunity, although I am quite surprised you'd even consider the idea, seeing as how disrespectful I had been to you."

[Durnehviir]

♕ K H A L E E S I ♕
➼ fighter fae ➼ 4 ½ years ➼ straight ➼ Angels
{location: camp} ➼ {scent: pollen, rain & basil} ➼
{mate: open} ➼ {tags: open} ➼ {mood: angry}
She's open ~

♕ G L I T C H ♕
➼ assassin brute ➼ 5 years ➼ straight ➼ Demons
{location: ///} ➼ {scent: metallic, dust & lemon} ➼
{mate: open} ➼ {tags: zavia } ➼ {mood: unkown}
Glitch heard a howl come from one of the Demons. It was Zavia. She must have done something she is proud of. Despite his soured mood, his curiosity got the best of him and he existed his den just in time to see Zavia dragging in a dead body of a loner to the alpha. He let out a chuckle of approval. Glitch waited for Zavia to finish with their alpha before he walked up to her.
The brute dipped his head slightly in her presence. "You seem proud of your work- as you should be." He began as he motioned towards the carcass. "Did they beg for mercy?" Glitch said with a sly grin.

[MickeyRose]

╔xxxxx✘xxxxx╗
𝖅𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖆
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Fighter Ӿ Fae Ӿ Akela,Glitch
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A giggle passed her lips as she closed her eyes then almost batted them at Akela. "He was soooo easy. He came up to me alpha. He brought this upon himself." Laughing again she looked at the body of the wolf at her feet. "Too close to our lines. His overpowering sweet smell crossed over me. I gave him a chance to leave...to run." Licking her paws she looked to her alpha once more."Buutttt he forfeited his chance and instead gave me lip. I was in no mood for disrespect coming from moochers. So I rid us of the problem." Looking for anything in his eyes that showed she had pleased him, she silently sat.. After watching him speak she smiled to him. Glad to have him offer something so simple to her. "With pleasure my alpha." She stood and dragged the body off easily.

Being suddenly stopped, she looked to the side, noticing a wolf that she hardly spoke to, but did enjoy to exchange words with. She giggled softly again and looked to Glitch. "He didn't have a chance to." The words softly passed Zavia's lips. There was no remorse in the fae's eyes. She felt no sorrow as she once did. Whatever demons she once fought, now came out to play.