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[yeeee.]

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[ Amaro von Alberic ]
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name amaro von alberic
age 8 1/2 years
gender brute
rank loner
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tagged? adryan
location salem territory
word count --
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To say that things were off bad was the understatement of the century.
Quietly, a pure ebony brute as dark as the depths of the underworld itself stalked angrily through the rapidly darkening forest. Yet his steps, usually as silent as a ghosts and as calculated as a foxes, were literally echoing throughout the entire immediate vicinity. His scarred nose twitched as frenetically as a rabbit's, and through his body language and his hypnotically single-eyed, death-like stare swinging to and fro, one thing was made clear. He was here for food, one of the most basic essences of life. As his lengthy frame slipped through the dying rays of sunlight pouring through the dense pine trees all around, another thing became painfully clear. He was being very, very sloppy, which wasn't good at all. His mind nor soul wasn't into the hunt as it should've been; a very unfortunate thing, to say the least. But had any other soul been in his his paws? They probably would've given up immediately. Regardless, that didn't change the unfortunate circumstances. His mind couldn't help but drift to the unfortunate event that had occurred that morning, that still haunted him - him, of all souls! - now. Aptly put, Amelia had had a meltdown. Amaro and Alcatraz, per usual, were have a "debate" (more like Alcatraz complaining and Amaro doing his best not to teach him etiquette the way he'd been taught) when Amelia had burst out, crying, frightened. We're in the territory of two packs, yet we haven't either one. I know that's because we're different. Will we ever be accepted?

And for some reason, that troubled him. It troubled him deeply, more than he would ever fathom, even in his long existence. Would that be his downfall? Allowing himself, just one more time, to be to attached to another mortal and worrying for her sanity and desires? Ah Reaper, old boy, haven't you grown soft? A cold smirk, which appeared to be more of a lustful sneer took a hold of his graying muzzle. Lupus would pay dearly for toying with him in the next life - he'd be certain of that. Finally regaining a bit of composure, the ebony wolf lowered himself and became practically invisible against the darkness of the surrounding territory. Inhaling deeply, a stale trail that no doubt led to a rabbit's den entered his lungs. Yet something wasn't right. He'd learned to trust his instincts over time, and he felt something. Someone was there. Someone that knew he was there, and was probably preparing to strike. And given the fact he hadn't seen another loner in nearly three sunsets, he knew. It was time to haul rump outta there - he wasn't looking for a fight. But just as he stood to flee, his powerful frame tensing once more, he heard it. "Aaaaammmaarrroo!" Amelia, and he knew he heard Alcatraz shushing her right thereafter. What in the name of Lupus and hell where they doing here? Hadn't he specifically told them to remain in the den and be silent during his hunting trips?! Amaro stood up so slowly but whirled so fast the leaves around him stirred. That single amber eye he possessed blazed with so much barely withheld rage that Alcatraz and Amelia stopped dead in their tracks. That deep, guttural voice of his that always sounded like a snarl - it now sounded like a roar from the deepest cavern - erupted from his maw. "What did I-" and then it happened so fast it was nearly surreal.
He was hit, and it felt like a bull moose had ran through him. Right in his right foreleg that he had once busted falling down a cliff. Another unfortunate story for another day. He hit the ground hard, leaves and grime cascading about him as his 140 pound frame thudded against the unforgiving earth. The menacing snarl reached his ears mere moments after the hit, and before he could gasp for air or even finish his sentence, his maw was sealed shut by another salivating canine's fangs. He just had one thought-
Here we go again. His silvery muzzle, thankfully, was released after a second, allowing him a breath of fresh air without inhaling another wolves' horrific breath. Amaro was then able to take in his attacker - a sinewy, scarred ebony female that was currently barking in his face in an authoritative tone. However, the ebony brute honestly had to suppress laughter, for in the background his two petrified pups stood their, open-mawed in horror as she snarled in his face. "who are you? You have crossed the territory of salem; you are trespassers!" Hilariously enough, neither one of the pups spoke. Apparently his teachings sunk in when it truly mattered, or they were scared stupid. Regardless, it worked Amaro's benefit - at least excessive information giveup wasn't something he had to worry about. Shaking off his dizziness, Amaro fixated his single amber orb upon the wolf perched upon him. Taking the few seconds he had, he began to evaluate his opponent. Immediately Amaro could tell she was no pushover. His attacker was a fae. Muscular she was, and very lean. In all honesty, she was actually quite beautiful, regardless of the numerous scars that decorated her, that certainly showed she had faced a duel many a time and won. Her fearlessness and authority showed she wasn't frightened or uncomfortable in the slightest, and Lupus knew why. She was in her element - her homeland, for crying out loud - doing what she did best; killing. Facing down a very old codger and some pups no less.

Ahhh. But that was were the fun began. She is not wary - she feels as though by pinning me it is over, for the pups are helpless and I have been sufficiently neutralized. But oh, young fae, you should watch yourself. Aren't you hungry for some blood, yes? Hmmm.. a thrill killer, aren't you? I can tell by the way your claws are flexing into my shoulders.. your just ready to watch the light of life die out in my eyes. I'm sorry to say that today I'll be disappointing you, like many others before you. Regardless, Amaro knew he had to act - quickly. Reinforcements would come, for he knew that this pack was much more disciplined and ferocious than the other one across the forest. But yet, he didn't appear worry. Instead, he did was he always did. He smiled that sickeningly terrifying, cunning silvery smile. "My my my, such a rude little girl. You know, it's more cordial and customary to introduce yourself and then state your rank rather so than flattening a poor soul. Can't we do this the civilized way and spare some pain, yes?" First, be polite - as he could be in this situation, anyway. Barter. A fight would do no good to him in this state. Yet, if she rejected. He couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline rush through his bones. Then it's time for the Reaper to reap what he sowed.

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[ Alcatraz ]
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name alcatraz
age 1 1/2 years
gender brute
rank loner
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tagged adryan
location salem territory
word count --
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He was tired of Amaro and his disgusting dietary habits. He was tired of not knowing of where his next meal was coming from. He was tired of not knowing where he was going to lay his head. He was tired of not having any friends. He was tired of being tired, and he darn sure was tired of his annoying sister. "Why are you always so rude to Amaro, Alcatraz? He feeds us, groomed us, keeps us alive and does everything he can to ensure that we have a chance in this world! Why do you always have to irritate him? You already know he has enough going on without you causing more for him!" There she was. Her long, butterfly like lashes fluttering angrily as she blinked rapidly - a sign she was really anger, woohoo - and her rather dainty muzzle curled up angrily. If only you saw what he did, sister, then you'd understand. But for now, I'll protect you.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? When he comes home I'll apologize to him," Alcatraz grunted tiredly, barely keeping his amber eyes from rolling up into his head. But, as he suspected, that wasn't enough for Amelia, oh no. "Let's go find him!" "What?! Do you have fleas for brains? I'm not going after him! Its getting dark and I don't want to deal with him-" "Then your not sorry." What was wrong with his sister?! Common sense should've told her this wasn't a good idea! Alcatraz wish he knew, for the life of him, why she did the stupid stuff that she did. But before he could so much as protest, she darted out their makeshift den into the forest, surprisingly quick for someone missing a foot. And he chased her. He barked, howled and just about alerted the whole forest to their presence. But she didn't stop. And she hollered for him, too. "Aaaamaaaaarrrro!" And he cringed. Deep down he cringed, and not out of anger or hatred. Out of pure fear. What would Amaro do to him due to his inability to stop his disabled sister? As he caught up to his aforementioned, he saw that single eye blazing with rage. It consumed his vision, and his courage. That single, evil, hated eye that had haunted him his entire existence. Oh god, he was in so much trouble-
BAM! It happened so fast. Amelia yelped, and Alcatraz darn near fell on his bosom. A powerful, mean-looking fae was glaring at them from atop Amaro, whom suddenly seemed as stunned and as powerless as a butterfly. She barked angrily at them, but Alcatraz didn't even process what she was saying. He was that terrified. He couldn't run. He couldn't breathe.
He was truly paralyzed with fear. They were so dead if this fae could defeat Amaro with one simple blow.

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[ Amelia ]
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name amelia
age 1 1/2 years
gender fae
rank loner
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tagged adryan
location salem territory
word count --
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What was wrong with her brother? Why did he have to be so rude and ungrateful? Amelia wish she knew. Oh god, she wish she knew. He curled around us on cold winter nights and told us stories when our hopes were low. He groomed are filthy pelts and tended our wounds when we tripped and fell - he filled our snarling bellies when we were helpless to do so. And yet all Alcatraz can do is whine and complain about how much he hates him. What did Amaro ever do to invoke his rage? Or is my brother just delusional and greedy? Those were the thoughts that raced through Amelia's mind as she swiftly dodged every obstacle in her path on her way to Amaro, her adoptive father. She knew she'd be in trouble, but Amelia just wanted comfort and away from her brother. That, and she had never been the smartest under pressure. Certainly Amaro would understand, just this once? "Amaaaarrro!" Guess not. That look made her blood run cold. The fury swimming beneath the surface shouldn't have been possible from a mere mortal. Maybe she hadn't made the smartest decision. Amelia tried to find words to describe her pain, but before she could, BAM! He was on the leafy ground, and there was the scariest looking wolf she had ever seen in her entire life perched upon him, snarling in her face, demanding to know who she was and what she was doing. D-don't panic Amelia... The young fae tried to muster courage and whimper, "please don't hurt us" but her vocal cords failed. Not a single word escaped. She could only stare in horror as Amaro laid upon the ground, certainly powerless to do anything.

[royalty.]

-----------age. three and a halfxxgender. femalexxrank. assassinxx

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location. deep woodsxiv pack. salemxivtagged. amaro&alcatraz&amelia
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indentationthe fae held herself from rolling her eyes, biting down on her tounge to keep from laughing. her expressions remained angered, her intentions clear. the brute believes he can sweet talk me out of this, adryan thought, shaking her head in her thoughts. but he doesn't know who i am, where i'm from. he's simply trying to buy time, attempting to use his looks and his deep voice against me. how foolish, i must say, as he is truly underestimating my power. adryan growled again; a deep, throaty growl that erupted from the back of her throat and slowly rolled off of her tounge. her hackles raised, she locked her position on the male and made no change in movements.
she had dealt with problems like these before. all wolves, especially males, attempted to sweet talk or persuade their way out of things. like most males, this brute was clearly trying to use a flirtatious voice and good looks too get them out of situations. she remembed one time when a male tried to do so, she ripped out his tounge and banished him from the territory. she was disgusted by actions such as these, and it was a constant problem she always had to take care of.
adryan ignored his erratic comments, warning herself not to make any movements that would ruin her intentions. she took the time to fully look at her opponent. a once handsome looking male was now decorated in ugly scars and grey furs on his muzzle. yes, he was indeed attractive but adryan figured he was much older. she looked into his eyes, her own orbs glaring, and thought about the wolf. he seemed to have had a rough past, which was obvious from the scars. she wondered where he was coming from and what his history was like. she looked over at the two younger wolves, putting her gaze back on the male almost abruptly.
"my name isn't necessary," she began, curling her lips in a snarl. "i'm an assassin from salem, which so happens to be the territory you are trespassing on."
adryan adjusted her grip on the wolf's shoulders, moving her left foot harshly against the brute's left ankle, pressing down.
"now it's my turn to ask questions." she growled. "what is your name? why are you here? and who are these wolves with you?"

[razzberry]

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female | demon assassin | piercings | no crush | located forest | tagged adryan, amaro, alcatraz, amelia

the cool water lapped around her sturdy legs from where she stood, knee deep in the icy water. the fae's rough tongue swiped once around the contours of her maw, lapping up the salty water as her paws turned and headed back towards the bank. upon reaching solid ground aerix braced herself as she shook her body, freeing any parts of her russet fur of water. the fae bowed her head and let her tongue draw over her paw but stopped suddenly when a cacophony of scents bombarded her senses. there were three unfamiliar scents which could only mean they were loners. aerix's hackles raised and a low growl rumbled throughout her throat, nose drinking in the scent as she prepared to follow it. along with the scent of loners was the scent of adryan mixed in with them. aerix didn't doubt the other assassins ability to handle the rogues, but if they were as big as some of the rogues she had seen herself, the ones that put up an even bigger fight than most, then she would gladly step in to lend a few claws to the fae. the assassin followed the mixture of scents, winding around logs and thorn bushes, ducking under low-hanging branches until the scent's odour grew stronger.

aerix wasn't sure what to expect, but as she pushed her snout through a clutter of gorse the first thing she saw were the behind's of two wolves, two of the loners. peering over the shoulders of the two wolves her eyes landed on adryan who had a much larger wolf pinned to the ground. "glad to see this has been handled" she piped up from behind the two smaller wolves, a threatening growl rumbling in her throat as she stalked out of the bushes from behind them. aerix kept her blazing amber eyes focused on the two wolves, one male and one female, as she circled around the side of them. her keen eyes sized them up, glancing briefly up to her pack mate who had directed a question towards the older, larger wolf. the assassin stuck her nose out and drank in the scents of the other two wolves before sitting back on her haunches. "they're his kin of some sort. their scent root is the same" aerix answered before any of the loners had the chance to.

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brute | guardian hunter | no crush | located pack camp | tagged dremora

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female | guardian beta female | no crush | located pack camp | tagged cicero

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[leila;]

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guardian
guard
fae
cicero,
dremora
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finally done with her shift, dela started to make her way back to camp. this was the last time she offered to take an early morning shift in a long time. she appreciated being able to sleep in and stay up late rather than the other way around. at least everyone was quiet in the morning. it was like no one else wanted to be up either. dela yawned again, shaking her pelt afterward. stiff hairs were ruffled and dust flew into the morning sun. the fae walked back into camp, but it seemed as if most were out and about this morning, except cicero and dremora. feeling particularly sociable today, dela walked over to the pair."good morning everybody. how are we all today?"

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demon
fighter
brute
maze,
akela,
blake
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vamon grinned. it wasn't every day that someone agreed with him. he didn't see himself as lazy, but compared to everyone else who gave everything they had every hour of the day, it's easy to consider him as such. just has maze had said, he liked to conserve his energy. when he first started to establish himself as a strong fighter, vamon did everything he could to impress his alpha. that meant long nights and countless of hours doing meaningless tasks. one month, in particular, sapped him so much he became reckless. he made stupid mistakes and carelessly threw his strength around with no thought to technique or plans. one fight too many led to him spending a month restricted to den rest with a sizeable gash decorating his underbelly. the scar tissue still made his stomach tight during long hunts. that was years ago, but he learned his lesson well enough then. he thought himself lucky. if the wound had gotten infected, who knows what would have happened.

the brute was so lost in his thoughts he hardly noticed the company until the growl. vamon jumped up to see akela standing before him and maze. he turned his gaze to the ground, paying extra attention to his now tucked tail. he had a habit of wagging his tail at very inappropriate times. he murmured his polite 'yes alpha's along with maze. a small, more reckless part of him whispered to defend himself, but vamon almost laughed. he knew good and well how that would go. instead, he watched akela and blake go. the brute took a steadying breath and opened his mouth to say something, but maze had already gone. "back to the grind, i suppose"


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with a mouth full of herbs, vamon ventured back into camp. he made a beeline to the healer's den. he stashed his collection with the rest of the herbs. he hated collecting cotton. no matter how careful he was, the actual cotton always got into his mouth and dried it out. not to mention the seeds were painful. he felt terrible now that his irritation had ebbed. it was one thing for him to get in trouble, he got lectured often enough for it to be normal. he should have said something to divert akela's anger away from maze. the brute shook his head, turning to start on the bedding in the dens. maybe after that he'll be able to completely think clearly.

[dakotaawolven]

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

Raziel dragged her boar into camp, helping Maverick push the third while he carried his. She released her grip on the boar when they reached camp. Then, she turned to Maverick. The she-wolf regarded him with a calm eye, curious things flowing through her mind. She'd always felt well enough about him, and having never gotten into a fight him definitely helped. The Delta knew of his desire to be Delta as well, and was thinking about the ranking meeting tonight. She had never really considered it much, but as she looked at Maverick, she did consider it. Perhaps she would consult Akela... "That was fun, Maverick. Thank you for joining me," she nodded in a friendly manner.


(ooc: some curious, mysterious thoughts running through Raziel's mind xD)

[MickeyRose]

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Fighter Ӿ Fae Ӿ Open
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Zavia walked about camp, nervous about the ranking meeting. She was so unsure of who would be taken up further in ranks. Worse enough...where would she go? Would she be stuck down in the ranks as a lowly fighter or would she be possibly moved up further...maybe to assassin...maybe to where she wanted to go? Her adrenaline and worries were high. Even though her face kept steady and she didn't panic out loud, her mind was playing the "What if?" game. Deciding to pass time, she went out on the prowl, looking for any unfortunate animal or loner that could provoke any sort of entertainment.

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Guard ✧ Brute ✧ Aurora
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Maunx nodded in agreement. "I believe so as well, it would be wonderful to go swim." He dreamily looked up, not before realizing that he was slacking and mentally chided himself. Standing he began to walk a little looking back at Aurora for a small moment. "I can't be lazy, I need to do my duties."

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[ brute ] [ demon ] [ 5 yrs ] [ tagging adryan and some others ] [ no mentions ]
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atlas hoisted himself to his paws. there was nothing to do, really. boredom glinted in his eyes as the lad stepped out of the stuffy, fighters den. he noticed some wolves were just plain roving around the camp. he eyed the whole pack; some speaking to each other. that's all he could see.
the brute ambled out of the salem pack camp. his stomach was bellowing. he had been hungry since he woke up. atlas jerked his chops into the stilled air, trying to pick up any scents of prey. hah, none. he wasn't far from the camp, which he now realized. atlas trudged away, farther from the camp. his velveteens [ nostrils ] had picked up many scents in the forest. his stomach bellowed once more.
atlas ignored it. a scent had caught his attention. it was a packmate of his. two packmates.

the brute's paws started to twinge. he must. must keep running. he wanted to see what was happening. tree branches smacked him roughly, leaving small scratches. now. another scent. it raced towards the brutes nose. adryan. loners. aerix. wait. loners? on salem pack territory? how many loners were there, on the territory? don't know. he continued following the strong scent. ahah. near, close. his ears flicked, hearing snarling. oh, here we are. ready to come busting in. what atlas liked to do. the brute stepped fowards. a dull frown on his jowls.
"oh my," atlas gasped. "what's happening?" he cocked his head to see three loners. adryan was dealing with one of them. he sneered at the other two lone wolves. he didn't want to question the loners. he stood there silently, now his ears strained as aerix mentioned something. they were all siblings.

"oh, siblings?" he snorted. the brute gnashed his teeth. now, he wanted to question them. but still, he somehow resfused to.

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[ fae ] [ guardian ] [ 4 yrs ] [ no tags ] [ no mentions ]
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[ writer's block too ]
[ i somehow managed to get a post up too wow ]

[evixtus]

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female ✘ s. healer
crush ✘ n/a
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Shuffling her paws awkwardly underneath her, she tilted her head and looked up at Akela with a curious gaze in her hazel irises. "Swimming is easy, running is fun, I'm a little too anxious to go patrolling by myself. Also, I'd get distracted easily." As she waited for his response, her harks stood at attention and her black nostrils twitched softly. She could smell an odd thing to her. It was not familiar or common in the territory. "Hun, do you smell that?" She asked carefully, using her casual term of endearment that she usually called anybody.

[yeeee.]

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[ Amaro von Alberic ]
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name amaro von alberic
age 8 1/2 years
gender brute
rank loner
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tagged adryan, aerix, atlas
location salem territory
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Ahh yes, some things never changed. There were some individuals that could be coerced into an alternative method of resolving the issue through threats (which he had assessed more than likely wouldn't work) or sweet talking. But in the case, she was one of the few that couldn't be swayed either way - that much was made clear. For a second she hesitated, her steely gaze still fixated upon him, but Amaro could've swore he saw that defined jawline shift just a little - as if she was withhold a bitter comment or something of the sort. Clearly, he had agitated the fae instead of relaxing her. Oh well. Subconsciously, the silvery smirk grew just a little. While these aren't favorable conditions, I have to admit, I'd be disappointed of this pack didn't live up to its reputation. Another fierce snarl snapped the brute out of his eternal musings. This one was deeper, more angered and aggressive than the last one - a clear indication that the fae didn't want to play or deal with whatever conniving schemes he was coming up with. A wise decision, Amaro had to admit; if she'd even given him half the chance to change her mind, things would've begun to look starkly different.

But no go. He was still deep within hot water, which wouldn't have been a problem if his two pups weren't present. Forcing the thought of their safety out of his mind, Amaro watched as the female's dark, angry yet otherwise unreadable amber eyes surveyed his frame. Part of him wanted to say You like what you see? but part of him knew that, if nothing else, would trigger a very bloody, brutal fight in a heartbeat. The fae had made it clear she despised charm - which meant it was time for a strategy change. The entire point of this, after all, was not to start a fight. It was to simple get the two young ones out of harm's way. Easier said than done.
The willowy ebony brute didn't flinch as the fae surveyed him, however, he had to use effort to refrain from his lips twitching as she glanced at Alcatraz and Amelia cowering terrified on the sidelines with that hungry, angry stare. Quickly though her gaze snapped back to him - it was clear whom she decided was the bigger threat. At least they are safe... for the time being. That relaxed Amaro a little, even as the fae shifted her weight upon his left ankle, coldly stating, "My name isn't necessary. I'm an assassin from Salem, which so happens to be the territory you are trespassing on." A little pressure was applied, and Amaro let a soft, amused chuff slip past his lips. Textbook interrogation methods. Well aren't you the trained one, young fae. Well, did they teach you what to do when someone has experienced so much pain they don't care anymore? Shifting a bit under the fae's uncomfortable weight, Amaro met that dark unrelenting stare head on, calculating his options yet agaain: fight or flight. Fight would result in injuries, at best. Flight would be the better option, and yet, unless he provided a diversion she would easily run at least one of them down and kill/capture them. Certainly he had no other options. Yet just as his silvery maw parted, the shrubbery behind Amelia and Alcatraz exploded. Another fae emerged, this one sporting very aggressive body language; black like her counterpart but with brown highlights. Unfortunate. Given that this fae didn't howl for backup I'd assumed we'd have a little time. Guess the wind isn't on our side today, Amaro thought, noting how the breeze blew their scent directly towards the camp. Oh well. There was no turning back now - he had no options left, at this point. The pups were increasingly in danger by the second. " "they're his kin of some sort. their scent root is the same" the new fae observed, before sitting by the twosome, her golden eyes flickering about the scene with predatory interest, as if confirming Amaro's worries. I need to finish this scenario before it escalates any further. and yet even as that thought past, a large brute ambled through the shrubbery, eyes gleaming and teeth gnashing as he surveyed the pups. This seriously stunk. I should've killed the fae when I had a chance instead of being kind and patient.

Finally making eye contact with the original assailant fae, Amaro wasted no time in making his message clear. "I'm afraid I cannot answer those questions." The ebony brute titled his head ever so slightly before continuing, "while they are basic ones I'll admit, they simply are... too personal for one such as myself. You'd know too much, and even if I did speak, that wouldn't be enough to sate your curiosity." Even if they didn't recognize my name, the peculiarity of it would undoubtedly tempt them. These types of individuals are never satisfied with the basics. They'll delve until they hit the very bottom, and never settle for less. The ebony brute's eyes slid half shut, and the smile evaporated off his maw. And unfortunately, my name and title is distinct. While I have traveled thousands of miles in my life, my alias is distinct enough to be tracked back to the very pack and bloodline it came from, which is none of their business. I could simply lie, but I'm sure she'll see right through it. And telling the truth may put the pups in danger. Amaro spoke once more then, that deep voice dropped to a sickeningly soft tone - a tone that one might use to soothe a pup. "Let us leave; we don't seek violence. Rest assured, you will never see nor scent us again. I figure that's fair enough?"

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name alcatraz
age 1 1/2 years
gender brute
rank loner
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tagged adryan, atlas, aerix
location salem territory
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And he's still trying to reason with this bloodthirsty fae by any means. Alcatraz actually broke the still spell and shook his narrow cranium in absolute disgust thoroughly mixed with worry as he watched Amaro lay beneath her, speaking instead of acting, that single dark liquid amber orb of his almost pleading for mercy. As menacing as he appears, he's just as helpless as us. Talk about looks can be deceiving. But as long as he slows us down... then we can escape. Whatever happens to him won't matter once we're out of here. In spite of the intimidating black and brown fae before them, Alcatraz risked a glance at his younger sister. She was trembling so badly that her knees were nearly clacking. She was blinking so rapidly her eyelashes were fluttering like leaves in the breeze, and her sable hued ears were flattened against her skull in a frightened demeanor. But he could also see worry, and not worry for her safety.

Don't try anything foolish, Amelia. These are ruthless trained professionals that would slew you in a heartbeat. And just as he thought that, as if things couldn't get any worse, a massive male emerged from the bushes behind them, his yellow teeth gnashing as he examined them. It took all within Alcatraz not to tuck his tale and step away from the brute. As the unknown foe sneered at him, however, the scrawny golden wolf couldn't help but shrink away, especially as the brute mocked them with his entry words of "oh my" and sneered at them, gnashing his teeth once more. Yet he didn't question them, thank Lupus. Well, on the bright side, at least he doesn't look like he'll chase us down if we can manage to get a decent headstart. But Lupus, if Amaro doesn't hurry up it won't matter - their are wolves appearing by the second, just waiting for our demise. Ugh. What the heck is he waiting for - a formal invitation? He already blew the best opportunity by trying to chat with her instead of just attacking her. Darn it. Shifting uneasily from leg to leg, Alcatraz forced his gaze away from the large male and the sleek female, determined to think of a way out of this... just in case Amaro finally failed them. But nothing came to mind. If they tried to flee without a diversion they'd be caught - if Alcatraz tried to create one, he'd be slew where he stood, and he wasn't ready to die. Amaro was stalling for god knows what, and he knew Amelia was opting for her best option at the moment, which was staying silent. The golden wolf was ready to howl in despair. At this point, he just wanted to get this horrible occurrence over with, because chances were, that the one good outcome he was hoping for wouldn't happen. What're we waiting for? Someone please do something soon...

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[ Amelia ]
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name amelia
age 1 1/2 years
gender fae
rank loner
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tagged adryan, atlas, aerix
location salem territory
word count --
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She was the pathetic damsel in distress. Again. Just like when Amaro had found herself and her brother, lost, helpless, dying, and in the horrific situation they were because of her. Amelia could only stand there like a useless lump of flesh inhabiting space. Unlike either Amaro or her brother, she wasn't strong, and she wasn't the best with tactics under pressure. What could she do? What could she do? The situation was getting worst by the second, and Amelia couldn't even breathe to begin to think straight. She was borderline hyperventilating as she watched the scene unfold painstakingly slow and increasingly desperate by the second. I'm so sorry, both of you... Amelia knew Amaro wasn't attacking because of them - the older brute knew that if he didn't play his cards right, then neither one of them would escape. But if they weren't here - which they wouldn't be, because of her - than Amaro and Alcatraz would been fine right now. But no. She had to go and mess things up AGAIN. I'll make things right, somehow I will. I'm so sorry you two. Somehow, someway, I will right my wrongs though, I promise that on my life. Even as the large brute came, perhaps sealing their fate, Amelia inhaled deeply and swallowed, doing her best to maintain a positive outlook on the increasingly dire scenario.

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Zavia listened for the sounds of movement, not of any animal, but a loner's footsteps. She was about a mile away from camp, following the pawprints in mud and sand. The smell was that of a panicked animal, most likely a loner running from her. She knew that the wolf would head towards water so that's where she ran, keeping up with the hunt and the animal.

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Maunx nodded in agreement. "I believe so as well, it would be wonderful to go swim." He dreamily looked up, not before realizing that he was slacking and mentally chided himself. Standing he began to walk a little looking back at Aurora for a small moment. "I can't be lazy, I need to do my duties."