[ *:･ﾟ✦ ❝ starless - a canis lupus rp. // open ]

[moe,]

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( gender . boi ) ( age . 6 years ) ( location , king's den ) ( stuff . danny [ m ] & gull [ t ] )

oh how to world bowed at his feet. oh how to trees swayed from side to side, flicking their -
branches so that they quaked, and quivered, and cried. oh how the world stopped for the b
east of a man; to put it humbly. oh how they cowered. the animals and the skies and the go
ds up above, and the clouds and the weather and the sun. semahj was half delirious smiling
at the thought. curling up amongst the pelt of his own wife he'd claimed and married a long
while ago now. she'd come to smell of him. come to stink of whatever semahj stunk of. she-
was either asleep or not, either of which he didn't much care. rather, he stared up at the m-
oon with raving eyes that smoldered in their sockets at the idea, of the thought, of the poor
man's face. the sun could only stand half a day of the horrid king, surely the moon could onl
y withstand a fourth that much! a cackle bellowed softly from deep within him. a boom of-
a breath that expelled in a cold cloud. not long after, be looked to become aware of the ch
ill that brushed his rear where his lover once lay. instead, she was up towards the jaws of t
he enclosure; maw up to the sky like his was. my my, great minds thing alike.

" you should rest, my love " purred the male, tail thumping in a sense of delight. " you'll go
blind if you stare upon the sky lights much longer. " he caught his playful tongue. spittle f
rom his words made his lip itch, and raise. but he otherwise licked the disturbance away. th
e lack of an incisor really drew light to his speech; to the drawling words he spoke. semahj-
wasted no time to lean back, knowing the quip in mind may create a fire in the she, and he
suppressed something short of giggle as he spoke; eyes sheepish and aloof. " and you wond-
er why daniel has the sight of a sheep !"

[gull.]

𝙶 𝚞 𝚕 𝚕 . ❞ [ 6 yrs ] [ queen ] [ emotions: aloof, lonely ] [ tagged: semahj, any ] [ words: 350 ]
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A cloudless, empty sky spread out above the den that Gull shared with her mate, the King. It was as beautiful as always,
though the she-wolf couldn't quite bring herself to appreciate it. She hadn't for a while. But there was a time, back when she was so young and in love, that Gull waited up nearly every night to watch the stars. Oh, how they amazed her. The appeared just so everlasting in the eyes of young Gull. Even if her world collapsed, the stars would still be there to comfort her.

The aged Queen had not shared those sentiments for a long time. Years had passed since she last took in the beauty of the expansive universe above her head. But tonight something within the she-wolf blazed. She had yet to catch any sleep, and her mate rustled incessantly beside her. Gull rose to her feet, unaware that Semahj was now sitting up, too. Mumbling and chuckling to himself like a mad-man, as he'd become accustomed.

The Queen opened her strong jaws to the night sky, before quickly becoming aware of the late hour and shutting them once more.
Instead the snow pelted Queen let out a near inaudible whimper. The she-wolf's heart ached with so many emotions. Those of dread, sorrow, and grief. And upon countless others she couldn't quite grasp fully.

Gull's mind wasn't allowed to linger for long, before Semahj's voice broke the near silence. His tone was playful, and his words might've been mistaken as being sweet, even gentle. But Gull was no fool to his ways, not anymore. Instead of turning toward him,
tail tucked and ears lowered, with tongue lapping at his jaw, the Queen's hackle rose and she ignored him completely. Caring not to pay him an ounce of attention Gull returned to her place at the back of the den.

With her back toward Semahj and her tail curled over her toes, the she-wolf bedded down once again, eager for morning to come.
For each day brought at least an hour or three of freedom from the King's merciless ego.

[ataraxic_gone]

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━━━━━[ＲＯＹＡＬ ＫＮＩＧＨＴ]

Valerian was a white ghost in the knight, moving through shadows and slipping through open fields the sound of water splashing over rocks filling her ears as she ran alongside the streams that fed into waterfalls. Normally it was policy not to leave the camp until daybreak but Valerian feared none; not the world nor the wilds it hid away. She did respect, however, those who held pride in their step and strength in their soul. Semahj was one of those wolves, who she would dip her head to and hold her breathe for. The thought of the dark male made her heart race with a mixture of euphoria and something else. A desire to earn his respect, make him proud of her. It was what had motivated her actions for the past years and while it was slowly beginning to bleed out under the desire to be a better mother.

Walking into the base of their mountainside camp her ears flicked upwards to listen for sounds, voices or movement. She heard nothing but in the distance saw the king talking with the queen. Her eyes met his for the briefest moment and she nodded her head slowly. It was a simple gesture, everything was in its place in his territory and he could rest easy knowing that his royal knight was watching. Or at least that was how she hoped he felt about her studious actions. She moved on, climbing upwards slowly ascending before stalling at the den of her son, her petit ange. She let out a sigh walking up the den that sat around the same level as her own and slowly entered, wistful stare in her eyes as she searched through the dark for her loving son. "Bonsoir," she spoke in an almost whisper, unsure if the boy was awake.
[female • 5y • royal knight • princes den;daniel, sem • 304 wb • form]
[petit ange; little angel - bonsoir; good evening]

[albedosimp]

ＭＡＤＤＯＸ [five] [wizard] [male] [tags: open]
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Maddox awoke, although to nothing in particular. He raised his old head, his tired eyes taking in his surroundings. The space beside him was empty, as it had always been, and always will be. He grumbled under his breath, and lay his head down between his paws. He often woke up like this, in the early hours of the morning. He wasn't sure why though, but it had been happening for as long as he could remember. A slight breeze blew through the den's entrance, causing the old wolf to shiver. He repositioned himself, his back facing the entrance, to hopefully keep the cold wind from reaching his face and stomach. He had noticed the clumps of fur that came out of his stomach, leaving bald spots. As a wizard, he knew it to be a symptom of his old age. His father had also begun to lose fur when he was Maddox's age. At first, he had feared his time was coming, that he would soon be reduced to nothing, that the pack would be left without a wizard to heal the wounded, the ill.

When the not-yet-royal-wizard, Lillith, arrived, Maddox hadn't thought much of her. Because of her young age, he had always tried to avoid her when he could. He was surprised when the announcement came to declare her the royal wizard. Full of jealousy and envy, Maddox turned hostile around her. He had been working his whole life to become to royal wizard, and all that hard work had been taken away from him by some pup. He refused to take orders from her, and his anger affected the way he worked. He was picking out the wrong herbs, healing cuts wrong, treating illnesses with the wrong plants. Eventually, the anger subsided. He learned her history, why she worked so hard, and his negative emotions towards her were immediately replaced with respect and a tremendous amount of guilt. He appreciated how hard Lillith worked, especially considering her age, and his worries were put to rest. The pack would be taken care of after he was gone.

Another cool breeze snapped Maddox out of his flashback. He shivered once more, and lay his head down onto the ground. He figured he should try to rest a bit before the sun rose and duty called.

[chase.]

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xxx ➷xxxxxxxᏟ h a s e | 'the broken knight'
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx[ female ] [ knight ][ words ; 512 ] [xx]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxChase's stomach was pressed to the ground and the she wolf's ebony head rested firmly on her paws. A low exhale escaped her as she kept her gaze up and locked onto the sky. The sky was completely free from clouds, which gave anyone looking a mesmerising view of the bright stars that seemed so innocent, so pure. They shouldn't be in view of a world like this in the knight's opinion. The world they lived in now was a corrupt one, harmony being a luxury of the past. The black canine shuffled slightly, turning to lean more on her right side, looking back up to night sky that was starting to turn lighter she noticed, dark shades of purple peering through nearer the horizon. Had she really stayed awake for this length of time? she thought, mentally scolding herself for staying up this late.

The female could hear the distant murmuring of the king and queen, loud enough to be heard talking but not loud enough for Chase to be able to make out what exactly they were saying to one another. The knight wasn't particularly nosey - nor was she really interested in what the pair were talking about but right now she had very little do and was looking for anything to keep her mind entertained for the time being. Allowing her gaze to pan over the scenery in front of her she noticed Valerian. The white white wolf was in fact Chase's superior, the royal knight. Whilst it was necessary for Chase to obey and respect the royal knight it still didn't stop the knight from occasionally questioning her motives in her own mind. Of course it'd take a bit more than a couple of odd things here and there for her to speak up but she definetly sensed that not everything was as it seemed with the fae. It wasn't her place to question her superiors though, as tempted as it may be so she did respect them and after everything she was loyal to this pack.

Chase kept her eyes fixed on the white wolf until she left her sight and dissapeard into another den. The more she thought about it the more she realised how certain things could sometimes simply put on a fake mask of lies and never be found. White. The colour white was a symbol of peace and innocence, two things she wasn't quite sure Valerian showed signs of anymore. In some beliefs the colour white also meant 'cowardism', and she wasn't exactly convinced on the idea that Valerian was a coward. Chase looked back to her own paws, as she thought more about her pelt colour specifically. The colour black had always been a symbol for darkness and corruption and for some it was a fitting colour for them, such as the current king, Semahj. Though when it came to Chase she sure as heck hoped that she wasn't dark and corrupt. Shuddering slightly from the thought she decided to the subject drop and just sighed, looking back over at the sky.

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[kintsugi.]

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xxxxxIndeed for a reason unbeknownst to the young Prince, he had awoken rather late in the snowy moor, frost-bitten paws slashing the land in which lay below him. Slowly and restlessly did Daniel rise to his paws, blinking seafoam visonaries gingerly as he tried to adjust to the moonlight that streamed in through the entrance to the den in which he resided. The ivory furred canis shook his charming cranium, cavernous gap stretching his maw before the sounds of the stars greeted his ears. The male's eyes widened as he raised his head, his auditories flicking gently as he counted the abundance of wolves that hadn't been roaming the pack grounds. Of course they hadn't, for only the lionhearted and dumb would dare kiss a paw upon the baren land outside. Yet, a soft whimper escaped his lips, his tail running itself between his legs as his wonder was greeted with the tense, lightening pain that was his empty gullet. Damn the fool who bet their luck on his choice of prey, for all his life he couldn't figure out exactly why his stomach was the way it bent, not only that, but he'd completely forgotten of the company that graced his precense... Though that didn't quake him, he remained aloof and silcent as those lids upon his face shut.

Sometime later did the male think to himself, his body purring slightly as he skittered back to the warmth of a wake. A mellow, musky sigh kissed his lips, for his pleasure had met the question - the voice - that was his royal knight, Valerian. His muzzle rose in childish delight, such a grin painted his visage as he watched her in the innocence of, well, being her. His stomach just barely skimming the ground as teal colored orbs stared warily at the encroaching moonlight, lifting himself back into a sitting position as he nodded his feathered-head at her remarks. "Bonsoir? W-What time is it?" He allowed his muscles to ripple with each chuckle that left his mouth, there was no doubt that he was a massive brute, but he used most of that 'massive' to cuddle anyway. Val was something of an odd type, kind and giving, some would say only to him but he didn't mind much... yet he couldn't help but recognize the same ping of confusion that fell upon him every day he glanced at Val, and it made his eyes hurt as he pushed forward and leaned himself into her in greeting. He was still exhausted, though he tried his best to cover his marks with a wag of his tail. "How are you, mon amour?" He spoke broken French, though often times it came out appearing as... well, normal. At least he thought so, Val corrected him every here and then, but as of late her scoldings had been less frequent.

templete by: galaxial.

[paper planets]

♢. ── ❝ ＲＥＭＹ !! ❞
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( 3 years ) ( female ) ( jester ) ( scent: earthy cinnamon ) ( location: jester's den ) ( tags: none )
♢. ── ❝ we don't grow... we're still kids, you know !! ❞


The cool nighttime air wrapped it's cruel icy fingers around the small jester, even when she was tucked away in her den. Though, her den didn't offer much protection from the elements. The young wolf worked hard at her job, but that didn't take away from the fact that she was a lowly jester and she got her own small den, poorly made compared to that of the royals. It was far away from the other dens, lower than the higher ranking wolves dens were. She didn't complain, though. She couldn't or else the lunatic of a leader would have her kicked out of the pack - or worse. She growled under breath, muttering unintelligible curses at the unfair ranking system and that murderous king that ruled the whole system. She was tired. Not physically, more of mentally. The pack was growing more and more uneasy as each day passed and dislike grew towards the black pelted male that ruled them all. Remy curled up tighter, tucking her muzzle close to her side and curling her tail up to her black nose. As a jester, it was her job to keep spirits high and relieve tensions and she had been running around all day, socializing with everyone, mostly to try and read their feelings, that way, she would know what to do to help. All the while she would put up a cheerful grin for the alpha when he watched, curling her lip when he turned his back. As much as she joked about the king, that male made her skin crawl and her heartbeat speed up as fear encased her.

Remy drew her tail closer to her body and curled up tighter, tying to sleep, though, unfortunately, drowsiness did not come. Morning was on its way, she was just hoping to get some more sleep while it was still dark, but once she woke up there was no going back. As the murmurings of wolves - it sounded like the king and queen - was heard out in the camp, the grey-furred female gave up on sleep. It sounded like everyone else was awake anyhow. She rose to her paws, stretched out her front legs and curving her back and then stretching up on her toes and making her spine curve like a cat. Then, with a yawn, she shook out her pelt and walked to the entrance of her den, where she peered out into the shadows. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness just in time to see Valerian walking towards Prince Daniel’s den, then she looked around and was able to make out a dark pelt. With a sudden surge of adrenaline and fear, she wondered if that was Semahj, he seemed odd enough to sit in the shadows and spy on his pack. But, wasn’t he just with Gull? she thought and then she whipped her gaze back towards the king and queen’s den. Her raised hackles dropped and her widened eyes relaxed when she saw him with the white-pelted queen and she looked back to the other black-pelted wolf and guessed that it had to be Chase, a knight. She let out a breath of relief and watched the cloud that had been formed from the warm breath that had left her maw. Remington sat down in the entrance to her den and watched the pack, wishing morning would come, but also wishing it would stay far away from this place. This pack didn’t always deserve light.

[starshine,]

ＡＬＵＳＩＡ [ ━━━━━ ✫º˚· ❝ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘺, 𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘺 ❞ // · ]
↪ [ feminine ] [ 3 years old ] [ loner ] [ scent: lavender and honey ] [ location: meadow; close to the borders ] [ tagged: none ]

indentdarkness had enveloped the day whole, the last speck of sunlight disappearing into the horizon as the night arrived. the she-wolf had grown accustomed to her surroundings as the days passed, although she probably would find somewhere else to settle eventually. she was nomadic, appearing in one place for a few weeks, then venturing to another, and repeat. alusia also lives in fear, afraid of what might come to her if she accidentally went into the pack's territory. she could smell their marks, but it was hard to tell old from new. she also lived alone, independent and free from the burden of waiting for another. although sometimes a feeling of loneliness crawls into her heart and plants itself there for a few days, but it doesn't last long. the white-pelted wolf considers herself lucky to be alone.

indentsitting in the middle of the field, alusia's emerald visionaries sweeped the area, checking for somewhere to take cover for the night. stopping on a fairly large fallen tree, with a massive trunk, alusia trotted over, her fur rippling in the slight breeze that flew past. she paused, listening for anything that would matter, a moment passed without a sound and she gave a heavy sigh, her rough pads digging into the earthy ground as she sat on her haunches. the petite she-wolf slid onto the ground with a soft thump and laid her head on her paws, waiting for a dreamless sleep to take over, but to alusia's dismay, none came. everything seemed to keep her awake, the chirping of the sleepless crickets, the quiet hoo of an owl, the wind whistling in her ears. the world seemed to vote against even the small thought of getting enough sleep that night, or any night for that matter. and of course, to make matters worse, the lonely feeling had encased her in a tight shell, one of the few moments where she felt more alone than ever. being alone for months does something to a wolf, they were meant to be in packs, knitted in a tight community of loving members. but that would never be an option to alusia, the stories she's heard of the one pack, she would never even consider coming anywhere near them, or their alpha. the shivered at the thought of being caught inside their territory alone, without the proper training they would bring her down in seconds, her weak muscles and lean manner would do her no good in a fight against a well trained wolf. giving a small whimper as she squirmed in her sleeping position, trying to get comfier in the dirt. her feathery tail slid across the brown earth and curled around her small body as she squeezed her eyelids shut, hoping for sleep to come before the sun appeared on the horizon.

❝ 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 ❞ [ 470 words ]

[Vlette]

- -𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓱- -
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐸𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽
↡ - - ↡ - - ↡
~{𝐹𝒶𝑒}~ {𝟤.𝟧 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝓁𝒹}~ {𝑅𝑜𝓎𝒶𝓁 𝒲𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹}~
~{𝐿𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃; Royal Wizards Den}~ {𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈: Open}~


Cold mist escaped her lips and nose as she let out an exhale, Her milky eyes almost mimicking the moon that overhung the night sky that she stared at so longingly throughout the night. The petite fae, Lillith, sat at the entrance to her den, the breeze softly rearranging her long pelt, rippling like a gentle river on a spring evening. This night was not unlike any night, The Royal Wizard would be up through most hours. It had seemed that the young female had barley ever slept..
Lillith's small ovular ears perked and twitched every which way as she heard the soft stirring of those in the Royals den. Quite a few wolves had begun to tiredly grasp at the new day ahead of them, most not too enthusiastically. Lillith's gaze broke away from the pale sky, looking over to the den of the King and Queen, Semahj and Gull.. Her heart full of sorrow and compassion for the Queen, Oh how she wished that the female would just come and rest her tired eyes in her den for moments, just to get some peace away from Semahj.
Her claws gently dug into the ground below, laying her head on the cool stone as she let out another long sigh.. She felt so disheartened not being able to help the queen, simply watching as the King picked at her like a sick animal, teasing and toying with her emotions for years.. Everyone in the pack knew about Semahj and his major alpha personality.. They all knew that behind the Queens powerful and beautiful rule, there was a king whom tortured her mind. Lillith knew that behind her eyes was a mind full of grief.

As the hour creeped on, she could hear constant stirs from others in the pack~ Maddox'es den, that was set not too far below hers, a soft grumble was heard. A small smile curled onto the tiny females maw, hearing the ritualistic rise of the older wizard.. Despite her being the Royal Wizard, Lillith saw Maddox as her mentor and more of a father figure, she always had strived to keep him in high spirits~ She attempted to do that to most all the wolves of the pack. They all knew that her den was open for them to talk to her through anything.. The healer took pride in being able to take the weight off of others in the pack.

[moe,]

ｓｅｍａｈｊ ━━
( gender . boi ) ( age . 6 years ) ( location , king's den ) ( stuff . gull [ t ] )

not a word uttered from the woman's pink tongue. how dare she! his queen! his one and only! ignoring the brute whom had tossed her a crown?! a fire sparked in his eyes, setting them ablaze. however, a little demon in the back of his mind told him not to set fire as of yet. she was fearful, perhaps. after all, you don't talk to your nightmares.

this thought caused him to inwardly chuckle to himself, his attention following the queen as she gently lied down within the lower back of the shelter. sem suddenly felt little about her prickled fur or her hot radiance. what mattered were that her back, her neck, her ears, her tail, was to him. he rolled his shoulders, embracing the feeling of power that rushed over him as it normally did. with the flick of his ear, he nodded towards nobody in general, and accepted the female's lack of reply. he accepted with a smug bob of his head, and a childish puff of his chest. oh how very manly.

the king finally came to rest, laying just inside the mouth, as if someone were to slaughter his lovely queen upon the hour. he'd have one eye open if he even knew how to do such a thing. his tail curled around to tickle his nose, and he folded into himself; haunches crushed against paws and belly fur. he now lay like a rock in the middle of everything. those wanting in or out requiring to step over the figure, step over the monstrosity as others seemed to depict of him. closing his eyes, he attempted to fall into a rocky sort of sleep.

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