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[ShoeShoe]

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role; commanding
knight
tags; riya, sanura
mentions; remus
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Cal watched as her eyes swept over his frame, doing exactly what he had already done the moment he saw her. Analyzing, inspecting, and deciding whether or not he was worth trusting. He did the same to every wolf he encountered, even after he already knew them. Every morning he would watch his pack mates, looking for any difference in their composure. Mentally he would keep tabs on each one, noting when they seemed distraught or troubled as well as the opposite, excited or exuberant. None of them were very good at keeping their emotions hidden, they were all almost too easy to read. It was pathetic, really. Being such an open book allowed everyone to know too much, which was why the commanding knight kept everything hidden behind his golden gaze. No one had ever been able to crack the mask and walls he had built years ago. Not even the king. Making him the perfect loyalist and betrayer.

Somehow, the weak fae managed to push herself to her paws – his bleak statement forcing a last semblance of strength into her. She was extremely unsteady, and the only thing that appeared to be holding her up was the small support the packed snow seemed to provide her paws. His gaze hardened at her question, Cal’s mind conjuring ways that this could go horribly wrong. He thought of Remus and what he would say about the weak female. However, no matter how little he cared for the brown fae standing in front of him, he would not let innocents die. Standing up to the King in front of the entire pack would be a death sentence – even if very few of the wolves could beat him in a fight to begin with, multiple attackers wasn’t exactly ideal. He could appeal to his highness in other ways, however.

”That, is not my decision to make,” Cal said matter-of-factly at the same moment Sanura decided to appear from the trees. The white fae’s appearance didn’t shock the brute – he had trained her well to always be aware of the scents and sounds around her. And he though he had kept his distance from her, the young knight had still managed to discern his scent from all the others. He stood up as she stopped at his side, nodding in the direction of the pregnant female. “She will need help walking back to camp. Go to her side and help her,” the commanding knight ordered to his female subordinate. “Hopefully she doesn’t need more than one of us to help her walk,” he called over his shoulder as he turned to pad back to camp.

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from what he had said, she got that he wasn't alpha and that she wasn't going to be chased out quite yet but the decision will be made by the alpha. her attention then caught another fae coming towards them, she saw that she was rather submissive to the brute maybe he was just a high rank. riya observed the fae, having a good look at her. the fae looked rather young but looked well built with lovely white fur. she hadn't seen a wolf with white fur before, it was rather beautiful. she looked back the brute hearing what he had to say. she felt sorry that she would have to put her weight on the young fae, although riley didn't have much weight to her she still held the puppies weight. no offence but the brute looked much stronger than the fae, but she can only see that by appearance. her eyes stared at the brute, she didn't get why he was like this. he seemed rather heartless, she didn't get what his problem was. the fae huffed and looked at the younger fae.

xxxxxxxxxxxonce the fae was beside her, she leaned on her slightly her legs were hurting from standing to long. she was going to try walk by herself but she needed the fae to keep by her side just encase she needed support from her. the fae pinned her ears back at the brute as she figured he was rather rude but then looked towards the fae, riya didn't have a opinion on her yet but she decided to talk to her. she perked up her ears once again before talking "i'm riya by the way, thank you for helping me. what's your name?" she asked the fae. as they walked, she kept needing support by the fae just leaning on her ever so often. she wondered where they were taking her and what would happen to her, was she going to be accepted?

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Ajax had always been an early riser. He poked his nose out of his den, but quickly withdrew when he heard the crunch of footsteps. Jamison. He had no intention of confronting the advisor right then. His burrow was warm and comfy, completely the opposite of the outside world, but there was no way he was going back to sleep. Once a morning bird, always a morning bird. After enough time passed that Jamison was no longer the only wolf outside, Ajax slunk from his den and into the white powder.

He hated snow. It was cold, wet, and all-around unpleasant. It seeped into his fur, despite his heavy winter coat, and he halfheartedly shook to get it off. It came back, though, and he gave up. He scanned the den area, observing all the wolves currently within its boundaries, and caught sight of Neonius chewing on a hare carcass. His own belly grumbled in protest, but he ignored it and padded over to the other servant.

"Good morning," he said softly, dropping to his haunches beside the other wolf. He didn't mind either way if Neonius wanted to talk; he felt fine just sitting there. Instead, he directed his gaze back around the dens, watching for any other wolves looking for a servant to bully.

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[ female • two years • knight ] [ tagged;; calorn, riya • mentioned;; remus ]

At Calorn's order, Sanura approached the brown wolf and stood at her side. She held herself steady when the other wolf leaned against her. Once she seemed ready, Sanura began to walk forward, careful to stay at the same pace as the new wolf in case she needed help. The other fae flattened her ears at Calorn for a second, and Sanura felt uneasiness worm into her belly. Not even in the pack yet (Sanura said "yet" because she didn't really want to think of the other option), and she was already disrespecting her superiors. Oh, boy.

Then the other wolf––Riya, she found out––spoke to Sanura. She glanced over at Riya, unsure what to say. She shouldn't get attached to this stranger, because Remus could decide at any moment to kill her, but…she did thank her. Sanura decided she may as well be polite.

"You're welcome." She didn't mention that she'd given up a rabbit for this. Then again, this had been quite an interesting find, and maybe it would get her into Calorn's good graces. "My name is Sanura. I'm a knight." The last part was said proudly, for Sanura was proud. She was a warrior.

[nyctorin.]

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[ male ] [ noble ] [ royal advisor ] [ five y/o ]
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The advisor patiently waited on a response from the female before him, his expression and body language neutral aside from his blocking her way. Yet when he heard the sound of careful paw steps behind him, all curiosity about Zavia’s intentions faded away, his attention instantly shifted to the male behind him. There were no guards next to his cave and no other way for anyone else to get up to it, so it had to be the King. Jamison swiftly turned to face his superior, muzzle snapped shut and eyes coolly trained on the dark male. Something inside him had jolted to attention upon realizing Remus was finally emerging, sending a strange shockwave through his body, but it took Jamison mere milliseconds to return to his calm, undisturbed facade, watching the royal with an unchanged posture: neutral.

“My leige,” he greeted formally, briefly dipping his head in respect to the wolf now beside him. He then rested his gaze on Zavia, silently prompting her to explain herself as soon as possible. Though he could explain what he was doing, he still didn’t know why Zavia had wanted to approach the King in the first place. “I presumed the Commander here was on her way to speak with you, but I was just telling her to wait until you had properly risen.”

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[ tags : zavia and remus ]
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The dark furred medic gave a delighted giggle towards Sasha’s enthusiasm, absolutely thrilled that she could invoke such a response from one of her fellow pack mates. These were tense and uncertain times under the rule of King Remus, making smiles and wagging tails a practical blessing- she was grateful every time she managed to lift someone’s spirits like that. It gave her hope, even if the excitement and happiness was short lived. Hope that not all was lost and that things could get better... Besides, she was a medic afterall; it was her duty to look after the well being of those around her, both physically and mentally.

“Yeah!” she chimed in response to the huntsman, already feeling pretty pumped about their simple tasks of herb collecting/den clearing. Her tail lashed the air with exuberance and her tongue lolled out in a happy dog smile, despite the cold atmosphere.

However, once again, before anything else was said or done, another wolf approached the trio, a wolf she instantly recognized as Gnash, the third and final medic. As with Lucian and Sasha, her eyes lit up at his appearance, joy clearly written on her face (which was quite the common expression on the she-wolf). Great! With her, Gnash, Sasha, and Lucian all working together, they should be able to find plenty of herbs! Though, she had to mentally reminded herself to not jump so far ahead; it was possible Gnash might not want to, which she couldn't hold against him. Afterall, one medic did need to stay back at camp to help the others she supposed… then again, it’s not like they'd be going that far from the pack... Ah whatever.

“Morning Gnash,” the chipper female greeted, her wide smile lessening some as she forced herself to calm down. “I’m fine, but…” Her chocolate gaze caught the snow covering his body, slowly sliding down and off his back. Seems he had a bit of an issue with the icy substance as well. “What about you…?”

The pale-furred male confirmed her suspicions by stating his den had been blockaded by the snow as well, and as a result, only had a few good herbs in his possession. He then inquired about their stores, causing Sil’s enthusiasm to drop a little, her tail falling slack. She didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news and tell him the plants in their stores were caput too, but…

“Same for our herbs. My den was blocked off too, and I had to dig snow into my store to get out…” Her ears flattened some, a sheepish look coming over her figure. “I would’ve tried to look for some good herbs in there, but I was worried about blocking myself in again…” With what she was going to say next though, she perked up again, ears back to their normal position and tail wagging gently behind her. “But Sasha says she’s gonna help me dig it out, and later we all might look for more herbs in the forest! Do you wanna join…?”

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[ tags : lucian, sasha, gnash ]
[ mentions : no one ]

[haru ;]

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it wasn't the most pleasant of mornings, with delphi's body in the most excruciating of cramps, and seeing the unmistakable flakes of snow that cascaded down from the azure sky like white rain, seeping cold into all four corners of her den. for a brief, weary moment she lay in a loose fetal position, piercing amber eyes staring at nowhere in particular into the darker end as she tried to adjust to the sudden chill and brightness. the warmth that radiated from her core certainly wasn't enough to sustain her through the rest of the day, yet delphi pushed it out to her limbs, which needed to be oiled and in perfect functional state for any hunt she set off to do today. aching bones and muscles were her worst enemy. but she supposed it was inevitable given how much time she spent running and leaping after prey with pushes of her powerful hind legs. in winter the ground was knee-deep with snow and the wind sending bone-rattling chills down her spine, the sharp air muting any scents of prey around them. she would have to rely on her quickness and reflexes - a good thing too, given that delphi was incredibly swift on her feet and her silky white coat would prove useful in any situation that season.

her ears flicked back, her eyes blinked once, twice. part of her wished she never woke up. the other itched to kick start the day on a good note. the svelte ivory wolf swivelled around to face the camp beyond her, watching keenly the few figures that padded about, paws leaving rounded imprints in the snowy blanket underfoot. a barely audible sigh escaped her maw, emerging as a small white 'cloud'. delphi terribly wanted to stay warm in her den for as long as her job permitted, but she was a hardworking fae and preferred to stay that way. moreover, it completely wasn't like her to procrastinate. at the back of her mind, delphi dimly remembered a scene from when she was a pup, years and years ago. she had shown to be more promising than any of the pups in the nursery, worked twice as hard, yet she had not received the recognition she deserved. now here she was, a common huntsman due to her past favouritism. even the new change of thrones had not allowed delphi to unleash her full potential. for commoners were generally overlooked, and barely any high and mighty nobles cared for a conversation long enough to truly know her. biting back her anger at the prejudice, she gingerly rose to her feet (wincing internally at the frosty air that nipped her toes and fur) and her upper appendage descended into a long stretch, easing her slightly stiff muscles into shape. "they never did quite understand you, did they? not even my own family." a short, melodious laugh, a burst of an ill attempt at humour, was what followed. perhaps it was wiser to admit the cruel fact than constantly claim there was someone out there who actually cared for her.

half hoping the cold would shake her fully awake, the snowy wolf stepped out into the open, in full view of the winds and snow flakes that settled upon her lush pelt, indistinguishable from its original colour. lean, well-built legs carried a slender form over the more hard-packed snow, where she would not sink down into a pile of mushy wet powder. gently shaking out her coat to rid of any impurities that might have fallen into it while she was slumbering, delphi surveyed the camp in a more closer detail. remus was acknowledging jamison and zavia not far away. leaving that out as a potential conversation was a no brainer. having the nobles all congregate together wasn't a pleasant thing. she much preferred having the fellow commoners for company, the only exceptions being commander nakoma and advisor jamison. she found these two quite easy to tolerate, as well as nakoma being her senior huntsman. stiffening automatically at the sight of the aristocrats, delphi gave them a respectful dip of her elegant head, before wrenching her attention away. one day, she vowed silently. nobles won't be able to do this to us.

just then, a movement to her left caught her eye. delphi backtracked a few steps so the feeble sunlight wouldn't irritate her eyes and could vaguely see a dark mass within the servants' cave, lightly stirring in her sleep. avery, the ivory fae realised with a start, subconsciously glancing back at the nobles. as much as she didn't know the black servant very well at all, delphi was still a kind soul and didn't want to see any wolf get in trouble with the king so near.

with that, she loped over to the dimly lit den and nosed the servant gently in the side. "avery, you need to wake," she said softly. she eyed the black fae worriedly. "most are rousing and you wouldn't want to get on king remus's bad side." delphi looked over shoulder back at the black-pelted brute yet again with an air of uncertainty. it was, like many a time, difficult to tell exactly what their leader was thinking. he could be a gentleman one moment and then rip your throat off the next.

[Toastedtea]

K O D E A S
[male-knight-four y/o]
[with-no one . status-in camp, calm . mentions- Delphi, Avery]

The pack was waking.
Kodeas had only just awakened moments ago himself, to his slight shame. He had enjoyed sleeping in in his younger years, but ever since joining the pack sees necessity in awakening early. It was hard to resist, this particular morning, however; It was colder than usual, due to the early onsets of winter, a bitter promise of what everyone knew was to come. The chill outside had made his den even warmer than usual, with the extra insulation from the snow, and his past smarts at making it just big enough for himself and maybe one other if they truly squished together. Bringing himself out of it had been a effort, but nature had called and that was something he couldn't say no to.
His walk back to the pack's site was a cold one as he made his path through both new and older snow, the frigid slush squelching between his toes unpleasantly, and he dropped his head as he crossed the clearing to where he would find his den. It was set back into the trees a little, hidden behind a large pine whose ancient roots had grown over another log and a large boulder, his den cupping into the little alcove it had created. As soon as he saw it, he knew it was where he'd be making his home; it gave him a out of the way view of the main area of the pack, set far enough back that had little traffic besides himself, and close enough that should he need to come quickly, he could.
Now returned to his den, he lays with his front paws and the top half of his torso out to the elements, snow brushed log above him shading his face. He quietly watches the camp, regarding the various wolves on their business with a solemn eye; he perked his ears as Delphi went to wake Avery, and felt a small lightness in his chest at the kind gesture. It was nice to see, especially in these turbulent times of recently changed leadership.

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K I T
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[with-no one . status-in camp, cheerful . mentions-]

Kit, as per usual, was just returning from her morning run. Ever since she was barely scratching adolescence rather than puphood, her mother had woken her and taken her on morning runs, which Kit continues to this day religiously, rain, shine, or snow. It cleared her head and helped her prepare for the day, and she has kept herself is top shape with the exercise. She often goads her brother into running, and he does so often, but understands that occasionally she needs a morning for herself. This was one of those runs.
Her lungs bit inside her chest with the chill of the air, and her tongue lolled from her mouth as she trotted back into camp. It was nice to see a few faces, and she nods to Delphi as she passes by. Shes near the back of camp, not close enough for it to be deemed socially acceptable to address the nobles up front. She doesn't mind; she wouldn't want to now anyways, dripping saliva through her pants from her intensive run. She instead goes straight for her own den, situated more in the camp than her brothers' but only just. It even uses the same old fallen log that his does; hers is in front of his by a few yards, a stone's toss, but sees much more traffic and is more readily visible. She likes it that way, and enjoys the presence of others around her, as well as the small plants that grow at it's entrance due to the ready presence of her body heat and protection of the log.. It's a beautiful morning, but of course, it's hard to find a ugly one.

[capalluisce]

Sasha I commoner I huntsman I 4 yrs

Sasha took a deep breath of the sharp post-dawn air, the chill stinging her nostrils and her exhalation taking the form of a wavering silver mist as it left her body. Already her morning was drastically improving with the promise of helping her pack. If they got started soon, they could probably have the dens cleared out before everyone woke up. Just as she was going to leap into action with her usual alacrity, another wolf approached their small congregation. It was a thin brute whose sugar-white pelt blended in considerably with the white snow around him—Sasha recognized him as another medic, known as Gnash. 

“Morning Gnash,” She called as he approached. “Sleep well?”
She let Silhouette explain the situation, and as the two medics conversed, Sasha’s concern grew slightly. So all three medics had unsalvageable herbs? That was bound to cause problems, especially with winter creeping in, making every pack function difficult on its own even without any additional challenges. She shook her head hastily, clearing the thought from her mind and replacing it with optimism. Surely, if they had four wolves dedicated to the task, they could replace the lost herb supplies in no time.
Sasha’s eyes darted around the other wolves, suddenly distracted. The King was not yet awake, but there were murmurs of many wolves seeking him even in such early hours. Sasha hoped they wouldn’t have the gall to interrupt his slumber—after seeing all the terrible things he was capable of, the more time he was indisposed, the better Sasha felt.
Nervously, she turned back to the medics.
“Should we get an early start then?” She asked, glancing at Gnash. “If you want to, of course.”

tags: Silhouette, Lucian, Gnash

[ShoeShoe]

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CALORN
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role; commanding
knight
tags; riya, sanura
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The commanding knight distractedly listened to the conversation occurring behind him, one ear flicked back in to the females' direction and the other pointed forward. They were reaching the bottom of the rocky mountain slope that led up to the pack's camp. This would be the difficult part for the pregnant fae. So far she had fared well, walking mostly on her own without Sanura's help but this would be a different story.

Cal stopped at the bottom of the slope, waiting for the two females to catch up. His golden gaze flicked between the two of them, noting the struggling female and Sanura's bleak expression. "You better have your hiking paws on," he mumbled as he approached the pregnant female's side. She would need both knights help in order to ascend the rocky slope. Initially, he stayed a step or two away from her side in order to see if she could do it herself, though he had his doubts.

[ShoeShoe]

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tags; delphi, leighton
mentions; remus
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The black fae had slept quite poorly through the night, waking multiple times in panic though she never really knew why. She knew she had been dreaming about something, but each and every time she awoke, she could no longer remember what she had been dreaming about. And when she would try to go back to sleep, thoughts of her bleak reality always kept her awake. When she would finally lay down to go to bed at night, she would sometimes pray that she wouldn't even wake up in the morning. It was pretty sad, but very true. She didn't really see any point and she was too scared she would make the wrong move, just like her parents had.

It had been a few months since Remus had taken over as the pack's ruler, and everyday seemed to get worse and worse.Due to her parents' betrayal of the new king, Avery had immediately been made a servant. She couldn't help but blame them a little bit for making her life miserable, but she still missed them terribly. Almost everyday she thought about running away.She was young but she still knew how to take care of herself. She knew she could be a decent hunter or knight, but the young fae didn't think she'd ever be able to convince Remus to let her. Plus, she was too scared to even approach the king.

Eventually at some point during the night, exhaustion won over and the servant succumbed to sleep. She didn't even notice the pack waking up around her or the soft voices of everyone speaking outside of her den. It wasn't until she felt a soft nudge on her shoulder that the amber eyes of the young fae opened to a new day. An exhausted grumble escaped from her muzzle before she could stop it,and her eyes immediately darted up to look at who had awoken her. A sigh of relief escaped her when she realized it was Delphi,not one of the nobles. Hearing the urgency in the other fae's voice, Avery quickly got to her paws, dipping her head in appreciation and habit, "Thank you, Delphi. That's the last thing I would need right now." She smiled slightly at the other fae before stepping out of her den and glancing around the camp. She immediately noticed the absence of another one of their peers, Leighton. Frowning slight, Avery looked at Delphi before saying with an almost exasperated tone, "I gotta go get Leighton up. Feel free to come." She ended the statement with a slight smile before making her way to Leighton's den.

Nudging the older brute awake with her paw, the black fae grumbled, "C'mon, Leigh. The one day you decide to sleep in.It's time to get up." Usually he was awake by now, but like her, he must've overslept as well.

[MickeyRose]

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Upon being stopped by Jamison, she glared hard, keeping herself calm. "I believe his highness will tell me what I can and can't do, Advisor. And are you jealous I am heading this way? Hmm? Wanted a peek of him by yourself?" A grin crossed the fae's lips. She enjoyed trying to get a rouse out of the little wolf and always found it that much more enjoyable when she did. Almost as if on cue, the king himself stepped fourth from his den and questioned both wolves. "Your majesty." She dipped her head in respect, even putting her tail down in submission to the wolf above her. Zavia had to admit, the king was quite the attractive male and her eyes slightly traced his movements, the slightest muscle movement, the wave of his fur as he moved. Smiling to herself, she returned her head up to explain herself, not before the little twit beside her began to pipe of. Brown noser much? "My king, I was coming up here to receive my daily duties. I apologize if i caused any problem." A glare was shot back towards the advisor, sick of his little attitude already this morning.

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[Fae] [4.5 years] [Commanding Knight] [Voice of Cote De Pablo] [Scent: Roses and Rain] [Tags: Jamison, Remus] [Mentions: --- ] [Location: camp/king's den]

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"I understand...I do. He isn't what he seems." His eyes wandered over to where their "king" now exited, he noticed that there were already wolves over there to kiss his feet and lick his rear to get on his good side. Heck, if you even looked, some were bickering because they wanted to see him first. Shaking his head in disbelief he turned back to the fae before him. Taka was surprised that so few of the original wolves kept their calm and composure in this absolute mess. If he was in their position, he'd murder right then and there, but he just hadn't been there as long as them. He didn't have the same bond with the wolves that existed in this pack before he wandered there himself. Taking a deep sigh, Taka looked to her once more and spoke again with soft tones. "I'd suggest we both head back to finding work. Don't want to see you getting beat by some of the terrors that run this pack." Ending the conversation there, he walked away, looking ahead and trying to think of what he could do to avoid the wrath of any of the nobles in this pack.

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[Brute] [6.5 years] [Knight] [Voice of Johnny Depp] [Scent: Limes] [Tags: Amaya] [Mentions: Remus] [Location: Camp]