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[cygnenoire.]

✶ KATERINKA of SHADOW PEAK !

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( voice ) élodie yung xxx ( scent ) french lavender and fresh strawberries xxx ( ranking ) first alpha female

[ TAGGED ] MALAKHAI, ALCANDER [ MENTIONS ] ORION
the loss of marc was most devastating to her. though her deceased mate was an aggressive and strong brute to the public, he still promised katerinka his heart and that he would be good to her, no matter what. after all, they were lovers since puphood and katerinka wept in discrete when she heard the terrible news. alcander- her new mate, the new alpha, a cruel brute. alcander had a reputation of intimidation and his harsh ways. she hasn't really spoken to the brute ever since katerinka became the first alpha female and now here he is; she now belonged to him.

katerinka finally stepped into camp after her third night alone in a year. the bitter cold of winter was no match to how her broken heart felt and the fae did her best to not look weak, for her own sake really. katerinka wasn't fearful of alcander, but she was fearful of him harming her because she would seem too weak. passing by her cousin as she stepped into camp, katerinka managed to give malakhai a smile smile. "i'm sorry, katerinka. i'm so sorry." was what he said. "we'll speak later. i have to report to orion. please, be careful when you go in to talk to alcander." and then malakhai was gone and she was alone once again.

this wasn't the first time katerinka lost somebody important. her brother was killed during a battle and before that, her sisters, and before that, her parents. it just seemed so constant to her- death. year after year, at least one death would fall at her doorstep until now. all she had was malakhai left. turning towards alcander's den, the she wolf finally took a small breath before stepping over to the alpha's den, which now belonged to alcander. katerinka was scared of laying with the brute and she avoided the subject of where her home would be until now. the crunching of the snow beneath her faintly hid the loud heartbeat inside of her. "he won't hurt you, yet." she whispered, reminding herself before sitting at his entrance. the old musk of her dead love was now already gone, the den was now filled with alcander's scent. "alpha alcander?"

this was now the scent of her new life.

✶ MALAKHAI of SHADOW PEAK !

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( voice ) taron egerton xxx ( scent ) cold spearmint and slowly aged bourbon xxx ( ranking ) hunter

[ TAGGED ] ORION [ MENTIONS ] ALCANDER, KATERINKA
malakhai was much more empathetic than the other brutes, especially when it came to his cousin. katerinka was all he had left family-wise and though he did not know marc well, malakhai knew that the brute was a good leader and a good husband to katerinka. at times like these, malakhai was uncertain if he even wanted a wife. it had been three days after their leader's passing and things were already changing. alcander was making a stricter way of life and although that was good for their pack, it also meant more orders to be finished by the deadline or you would be punished. being a guard, it didn't matter much to him since all he had to do was follow the requests of his commander.

commander orion was not considered a good friend of malakhai, but a friend nonetheless. he is serious about the job and malakhai admired how the brute was all about quality. not one patch in the north was to be ignored and that was quite alright to malakhai, especially with what had just happened. malakhai wanted more security and he wanted more protection. for him. for katerinka. for the future of shadow peak.

stepping to the commanding guard's entrance to the den, malakhai shook the snow that caught above his paws and shook off any excess snow on his back and head. "commander orion. do you request my presence yet or would you like to wait until alpha alcander calls a meeting?" malakhai cleared his throat then spoke. alpha alcander. malakhai always knew that alcander would somehow end up as alpha. it didn't make him feel uncomfortable about the thought of him knowing that marc would be overthrown by alcander somehow someday, it just made him feel guilty.

and guilt is never a friend to malakhai, or anyone.

✶ ALASTAIRE of ETERNAL RIDGE !

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( voice ) allen leech xxx ( scent ) burnt bergamot and white tea xxx ( ranking ) commanding hunter

[ TAGGED ] SCARLET [ MENTIONS ] SHADOW PEAK WOLVES
the recent tragedies were both a victory and a defeat to his pack. the attack on shadow peak was successful, but instead of taking out one of the minor wolves, the eternal ridges killed the alpha. the alpha of shadow peak was now dead and the cruel alcander that was infamously known throughout the south was now the alpha. alastaire was nothing more than a hunting commander and when it came to politics, he didn't know much, but this, everyone knew what was next. another battle between the pack was nearing. one of shadow peak's high ranking wolves were killed by them and alastaire knew that they wanted blood for blood.

everyone in eternal ridge knew what this meant.

already born a taken pup, alastaire lost his siblings and mother the first few months of his life. erydessa was her name. a fayel of shadow peak that had a forbidden affair with the commanding hunter of eternal ridge, his father nivbisov. alastaire even had a sister and a brother, but both were dead by week two. neither alpha accepted what his parents had done and when his siblings were ill, there was nothing they could've done to save them. alastaire was lucky to be alive, but growing up, alastaire never felt like he belonged. especially not in his position. he was still lost, especially now that his father is dead.

wanting to work as hard as his father did to make him proud, alastaire would often work himself hungry and almost to death. the brute was strict and cold and distant due to this, but he didn't care. he had a routine and he stuck to it, no matter what. love was not important to him. arriving at scarlet's den, the brute cleared his throat for a moment before speaking. "alpha scarlet, good morning. are you awake yet?" he asked her in a polite tone.

✶ OLYMPIA of ETERNAL RIDGE !

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( voice ) olga fonda xxx ( scent ) black currant and watered peonies xxx ( ranking ) guard

[ TAGGED ] SKYEDANCER [ MENTIONS ] SHADOW PEAK WOLVES, SCARLET, CONSTANDINE, YAKSHA, ZETHIAN
olympia knew that she shouldn't feel sympathetic for the rivalling pack, but her gentle nature couldn't allow her to be as strong as scarlet. the night it happened, olympia just felt scared and guilty of what her pack did. what if the shadow peaks struck back twice as hard? after all not only did they kill an alpha, a new one ascended. a more dangerous threat of an alpha to make matters worse. olympia didn't know what to do or what to say so she just kept her mouth shut. already knowing that scarlet found her weak, the last thing the guard wanted to do was make matters worse.

looking near her when she sat up, olympia walked over to her friend and gently nudged her fellow female guard. "good morning, sleepyhead," olympia greeted her friend kindly, "we better get up before commander constandine have our tails for breakfast." the she wolf joked, giggling a bit. olympia was always fearful of her place in the pack. though she believed that females should be free and allowed to do what they wish and that a union between a male and a female should only be done in true love and that affairs were wrong, she was also a soft soul.

and that was a problem.

looking at the other side of the den, the multicoloured fae could see the other brutes and was unsure if she should wake them or not. it's been almost two years since she's moved out of the trainee's dens and into the guard's den and it's been almost two years of sharing a den with those brutes as well, but olympia was still unsure of her place with them. she wasn't even sure if they considered her a friend or not. but it was almost two years later. one of these days olympia would have the courage to speak to them, but this morning sure as hell was not the day she was going to do it.

[kaden]

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keep walking. keep your head down. keep to yourself. that was what caitriona's mother always told her and her beloved sister as pups. of course at the time, they thought it as a joke and mimicked their mother playfully when she walked past high respected males with her head slumped beneath her shoulders and tail between her legs in submission. little did she know, this small act of playfulness might have saved her life.

the chestnut brown she-wolf inhaled the cold, icy winter air and shook the light frost off her fluffy pelt. she blinked slowly, getting used to the surroundings and letting her amber eyes adjust. she lay on the floor of her den, tail curled around her with head over her front paws. she was well aware that she was the youngest wolf in the pack. this along with her small posture often got her teased, especially when her sister was alive who had inherited her father's tall, muscular build.

a small sigh escaped caitriona's body as she clambered to her paws, gazing at the other fayels in the den. she recognized a few hidden pelts as her good friends and as quietly as she could, she decided to exit the den, being careful to stop her claws scraping against the stone ground.

caitriona's gaze trailed to the alpha's den. she glared at it for a few moments. she despised alcander, the alpha male, but whenever he passed her, she had to force herself to smile and address him. he was a cold-hearted brute, much worse than the pack's last alpha, who she remembers from her adolescence training. he was a wise wolf, and she respected him.

she often felt bad for alcander's mate, katerinka as she never deserved to be mates with such a ruthless male. she has often put off getting a mate and stays away from high ranked males who already have mates. caitriona would never want to be a mistress.

she felt the small dust of frost underneath her cracked paw pads and quietly walked over to a secluded corner of camp, lying down and closing her eyes momentarily. she often wondered if life would be different with her often outspoken and bold sister. although her cause of death was unknown, it was obvious to caitriona it was a murder. crossing her front paws and resting her head over them peacefully, she gazed up at the cloud ridden sky and then back at the mostly empty camp.

[WildlingQueen]

ＣＡＬＬＩＯＰＥ age three years gender female voice X pack shadow peak rank commanding fae of the commanding guard husband orion affair none

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Calliope stretched her forpaws before her in a massive yawn, her jaw stretching to reveal the pink of her maw. The exhaustion of the day before remind present in her stiff muscles and aching bones, but she pushed herself to her paws anyways, her brown eyes immediately searching for Orion. The brute seemed absent from the space in which she herself filled, leading her to slip from her den and into the cool winter air. The cold of the air prickled her pelt, the frozen ground sinking it's fangs into her paws. As she shook out her heavy wintercoat, white flurried around her, flying from her pelt. Her gaze shifted from wolf to wolf, unable to focuse on a single being, unable to gather the courage to speak to anyone in her current state of mind.

She seemed to search her memory for something she had last when the alpha had passed away. The battle, the war between the packs. However, her mind wasn't able to process whatever it was it was searching for and instead, turned her thoughts to hunger and desperation. She was starving. Her stomach growled angrily but she wouldn't complain, lest she lose any of her meal. Instead she ran her smooth pink tongue across her paw and made her way towards Malakaih and her pristine white mate. His fur seemed to blend with the winter surroundings, casting his fur aglow with the sparkling of what little sunlight made its way through the sky. She dipped her head in respect as she approached "Greetings Malakaih, Orion." she remarked, keeping her head somewhat lower than the two males.


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Yaksha awoke with the stale taste of blood on his tongue, one ear rotated towards the shape of Olympia. He had heard her voice, but stayed rather still, allowing her the thought that he remained in sleep. As she paused, her eyes landing on him as well as the brute that rested near him, he couldn't help but fight back a small smile that spread on his maw. He pushed himself upright after several minutes and looked to the uncertain fae. "It's not like I am going to bite you" he remarked, cocking his head to the side with a sly smile. He always betrayed an air of confidence, despite being kind at heart, and remained a tails length from all other wolves, keeping his secrets... his thoughts, to himself. He shook the dirt from his pelt, the cool air nipping at his skin. Irritation settled in the red toms bones, annoyed at the cold, annoyed that he stuck out like a sore thumb among the snow ridden forest. He turned back to Olympia with kind, round eyes "That is a promise, now, do you know what we are doing today?" he smiled at the she wolf, though his mind momentarily flickered to Constandine. He looked calmly at the she wolf, eager to start the day as, not only was he becomming restless, but hunger nipped at the emptiness that filled his bowels. He needed food, and soon or he would become unbearable.

As he sat in the dim light of the den, his red pelt rippled alongside his muscles. His blue eyes seemed to pierce into Olympia as he shifted his paws against the ground. He was anxious. Anxious to leave, anxious to eat, and more than anything anxious to see Constandine. He had an emotional pull towards the beautiful fae, but he was sure he would not be matched with her for she was a commanding guard and he was nothing but a guard, and quite frankly he made himself, for the most part, invisible to the pack, aside from his fire like pelt that is. He blinked slowly, carefully as he awaited the fae's response.

[Alizei]

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Ferah was lying in the snow, her head on forepaws, yellow eyes scanning the area. Snow covered her cream pelt as she was resting without moving. Her ears were turning in different directions, catching sounds around. It was cold. She curled up to keep warmth. The fayel felt lonely. But there was nobody she could talk to. Besides other fayels. The fae rose her head slowly, careful to not make any rapid moves. As if she was hiding from a predator or something. Ferah glanced around in search of Evelyn. She was a wolf she trusted and enjoyed spending time with. Fer was telling her everything. The fayel potteringly walked off. Her paws were sinking in the deep snow. She was close to the camp, but not in it. Ferah didn't feel safe there. So close to other males. She prefered staying outside of it. But this time, she needed to find her friend and was almost sure she was in the camp. Where else would Evelyn be? Her nostrils inhaled the cold air, checking the scents. The closer she got to the camp, the more dominant and masculine scents could be smelt. She stopped in hesitation. Should she continue? The fayel sighed and kept moving.

[lykos brethren]

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the young male was curled up in the hunters den, it was large and he had plenty of room. He was the only hunter apart from alistaire, but he was commanding hunter and didn't sleep in the hunters den. So the den was rather cold, especially in winter. It was often quite hard for deylin to warm up by himself, but at least it was warmer than what it was outside in the cold. Sighing, the male was exhausted, he had remember the fight between the two packs no long ago, a few days ago. He had heard the news of the alpha marc, injuries severely and died. It was a mixture of a victory and a defeat for the pack. They had taken out the alpha, however, the beta, alcander had taken the position of alpha. This wasn't good in anyway, he would only want to get more battles organised, one would no doubt be on its way soon. The male is so harsh and unmerciful, he wouldn't care if he ripped his pack, eternal ridge, apart. His thoughts instantly drifted to katerinka. He had met her a few times and had fallen for her. He had respected Marc with katerinka, but he didn't wish she was with him instead. Now that katerinka was with that brutish wolf. Deylin growled in his sleep, he would do anything to get katerinka away from alcander, even if it means risking getting himself killed. Katerinka deserves better.

Opening his silvery coloured eyes, they scanned the den and looked at the uneven walls of the den for a moment. Looking around, he sighed as he saw the light from outside enter the den. Stretching his legs, deylin rose to his paws and stretched his back out. He shook his thick black fur before padding out of the den. He looked around at the bland white surroundings. He knew he would stand out in the snow with his black fur. Sighing, he simply sat outside the hunters den. His silver eyes glancing around the camp, to see what would be happening today.

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Constandine sighed softly, the recent events have indeed been tragic. Wolves were still recovering from injuries, such as herself. wounds were healing into scars on her body. However, her body was relatively untouched and unharmed. She was a commanding guard, one of the best fighters in the pack. Her pack wasn't too good at fighting, but unlike them she was brilliant at it and has been trying to teach guards how to fight but it isn't that easy. She liked to help train the guards, and do patrols with them. Speaking of patrols, Constandine probably thought it would be best to do a patrol especially with everything that has occurred.

Turning her head, the multicoloured female's Amber eyes looked towards the guards den. She padded over to the den and looked around seeing the sleeping figures.nshe sighed a little but noticed that Olympia is awake. "fellow guards; Olympia, skyedancer, zethian and yaksha. Please begin to rise. We need to organise a patrol." she informed them before she walked out of the den. Her eyes looked around and saw alastaire walk to the alpha's den. She watched curiously before she shook. Her and averted her gaze, she would organise the patrol. Constandine sat back on her haunches and waited patiently for her guards to rise and for her to organise the patrol. She was weary about the shadow peak, she thought some might try and come through onto the pack's territory.
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pack shadow peak
scent thick pinetrees and a new storm

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sighing softly, the once beta was now alpha. Nothing he hadn't expected though, everyone believed it was the eternal ridge. However he knew exactly what had happened. But that didn't matter now. Marc was gone. Now alcander could be with the female he had always loved as well as have the role of alpha male. He had been resting in the alpha's den, it had been three days since the original Alpha was gone. Katerinka hadn't been with him for a while, which he had let pass.

Sighing, the male was calmly nestled in the alpha's den. He yawned tiredly, as he moved again to get comfortable, his head now nestled in between in his paws. He heard the soft sound of pawsteps crunching on the snow outside his den. He then caught the scent of French lavender and fresh strawberries. He fe,t his posture relax, as he began to recognise the scent and who it belonged to. Finally enough, he heard the voice of katerinka. His golden brown eyes slowly opened, as he raised his head out of his paws. Looking towards the entrance of the den, he looked at the White fae there."ah katerinka. It is nice to finally see you." he spoke with a slight annoyance but relief as well. Admittedly, he had worried about her a fair bit. He may appear harsh and cold heart at the start or around the pack, but alone, he would be very much a complete opposite. His eyes softened as he glanced at her,"are you okay?" he asked with a small hint of concern laced in his voice. His eyes studied her closely and saw the sorrow and grief written all over her body. He sighed, "stupid question. I am deeply sorry for your lost katerinka." he spoke but his voice was a bit off, however tired to hide it. "if there is anything that I can do to make things better let me know. As long as I am capable of doing so." he spoke with truth in his voice as he would do anything to be and make katerinka happy. He loved her ever since he has been apart of the shadow peak pack and laid eyes on her.

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The death of the alpha was a shock to her, she hadn't expect it to occur. Marc was a strong brute and one that wouldn't back down form a challenge, a good alpha at that. But him dying from being injured in battle? It didn't seem right to her. He wouldn have just died from a few cuts and bites marks, he would have healed and been fine. Sighing, but yet he hadn't. She had to admit she missed the presence of the old alpha, but now with alcander. It was tense and uneasy. Everyone was still grieving, especially katerinka. Ah poor poor katerinka. She wanted nothing more to help with her pain. The poor first alpha female. She definitely didn't deserve such things to occur in her life.

Sighing, the female stretched her legs and looked sound in the fayel den. She glanced around at the other females. She stretched out her legs before she rose to her paws and walked out of the den quietly. She didn't want to wake up any of the other fayel females. lunae looked around, her pelt almost blending in with the snow except for her golden eyes. She sighed softly unsure as to what to do. Siting back on her haunches beside the den entrance, she watched her surroundings,

[nyctorin.]

MARCIELLA // shadow peak fayel
{female - five years - scent of pumpkin spice and autumn leaves - voice of an italian accent}

The fayel's eyes slowly opened as the first light of dawn streamed into her shared den, it's golden fingers reaching out to those closest to the entrance, and accompanied by a cold winter breeze. Marcy always preferred being close to the entrance so she didn't feel crowded or cornered in the very back of the den, and being a calm, obedient female, she had little fear of male's dropping by to provoke her in her sleep. It was cold however, thus why she'd been curled into a tight little ball, her legs pulled in, muzzle resting nearly between them and tail over her nose. When she opened her eyes to the dawn light, she squinted and gazed out at the camp, her blurry vision taking it's sweet time to adjust. She didn't care who was out there, or of any other fayel's had exited the den; there was too much on her mind, heavy thoughts that had been plaguing her dreams and interuppting her sleep all night. All she wanted to do was get up, get out, and find a quiet place off to the side, out of everyone's way, to simply think.

She did not shift her position until her body was awake enough to feel the icy coldness outside, reaching into the den just enough so she could feel it trying to chill her to the bone. With the collective body heat of the other she-wolves warming her back, she knew once she stepped outside it'd feel a lot colder, something she was dreading, but not enough to hide in the burrow all day. With a soft groan, she slowly uncurled herself so she her legs were pressed to the ground, then lifted herself to her paws and crawled out of the den, into the snowy Shadow Peak camp. Immedietly, the moment she stepped out, her front right paw crunched into a mini drift of snow, sending a cold shockwave up her leg. She leaned back and lifted up the paw in shock, staring down at the paw print she made, though it wasn' very clear due to the paw prints of other wolves being finely mixed in. Being so early in the morning, she could only blink and faintly recall that drift having always been there; she'd simply forgotten it. As far as wake up calls go, I suppose that will suffice. She thought, slowly putting her paw back down and looking up, wincing as she forced herself to get used to the cold.

She was definitely more awake now, therefore more atune to her surroundings. She heard breathing to her right and faintly smelled honey milk and warm rain. Her brows furrowed, puzzled, as she then turned and stared directly into Lunae's amber orbs. The other fayel blended so well with the snow that the sleepy Marciella had hardly noticed her, causing her to give a slight jump now, her silent "ah!" coming out like a cloud of steam from her mouth. However, she managed to recover quickly, after confirming it to just be a fellow female, and one she liked, at that. Sighing towards her unncessary jumpiness, she stepped away from the entrance, closer to Lunae, and sat beside the female, wincing quietly as she felt an icy chill bite her rear and race up her spine. It was ignored, as best as possible. "Oh, good morning Lunae... Lovely weather we're having..."

{lunae tagged - fayels mentioned}

[lizabethia]

Ｃｌｅｍｅｎｔｉｎｅshadow peak fayel. two yr seven mth. smells of rosemary and honeydew. voice of sapphire

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clementine opened her eyes and breathed in the mixed scents of the other fayels around her. the air was sheer and cold against her fur. her eyes shifted to the entrance. the sun wasn't even up yet, the morning was still a little dark. although she was still extremely tired, about this time she usually left to wander around a bit. only very early in the mornings though, so no one would need her for anything. not like anynone asks me for much, anyways, she thought to herself. but she didn't mind the lack of others. in fact, she enjoyed being independent and quiet.

as a pup, clementine was, actually, rather frantic and loud. she would talk to anyone and everyone just because she loved being social and learning about everyone. but now, she was much different, obviously. she believed that listening more and talking less would let her learn a lot more than just blabbing her mouth.

she glanced around, making sure everyone's eyes were closed. with caution, she rose up, still watching the others. the lemon coated fayel did a small little shake to get the rest of the snow off her, (that hadn't already fallen off) and began to walk out of the den entrance.

once out of the den, she peered around one more time to make sure no one could see her. clementine took a deep breath of the icy air and began padding away.

[spotthecow]

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A thick cold peered into the fayel's den during midnight, disturbing the pure white fae in her rest. Well, not exactly the truth. Evelyn had already been awake, her Atelophobia had been acting up recently. Some nights were better than others. There Evelyn would sit silently, trembling in the corner of the shadowy den and thinking everything she had done was all wrong. Everything. From the way she treated the few friends Evelyn had, to her actions towards ranks higher than her. Evelyn would do this many nights, until she'd fall asleep in the rocky comfort of the den.

The lovely white fae woke up to a bright snow fall. She soon yawned wearily and scrambled to her paws quickly. Evelyn certainly didn't want to cause any attention to herself, for her figure and clean white fur was enough. Her light brown eyes gazed to the entrance of the den as she walked from it carefully, not wanting to disturb late risers. When her paws began to crunch under the snow, she felt herself bounce back slightly, ears perked up, but she soon continued onward. Evelyn looked for one of her friends, trying to ignore the eyes of those she didn't wish to speak to. I wonder if Ryker is up? No, he's probably with Venus... How she wished for better for the commanding guard, for his mate seemed rather mean, but Evelyn would dare not say that to the other fae's face. Perhaps, Beta Cosmo has awaken... Her eyes glanced to the Beta's den, yet she continued on walking, and let out a small sigh. He always seems so busy...I wish I could speak to him more often... Her heart seemed to drop, how would she ever be able to even look at him? Evelyn couldn't answer that question herself.

Her eyes looked around, until she eventually hit someone. Oof! Leaping backwards, Evelyn managed to sit straight up with her ears flattened slightly and her fur hitting against the frozen snow. Recognizing the tan and white fae who he bumped into, Evelyn gave her a small, embarrassed smile and stood again. If it had been anyone else in the pack, Evelyn would feel her stomach twist into fright. "Sorry, Ferah," She spoke in a gentle as she spoke to her friend, occasionally rolling her 'r's in a french accent, and shaking the snow off of her back. "I guess I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings," Evelyn huffed with a small yawn. Surely that little event would've woken her up by now, but no.

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[eternal ridge] [male] [guard] [no crush] [mood is relaxed|content] [tagged with guards]


With the welcoming of a cold breeze and tiny flurries floating above his head, Zethian had awaken in the midst of a winter morning. He didn't mind the snow, in fact, he actually enjoyed the pleasant crunch beneath his paws, for it was different from the sharp blades of grass through the rest of the seasons. The large male allowed himself to roll onto his stomach and slowly begin to stretch every toned muscle in his body. It was good for the long day ahead of him.

Soon hearing his name being called, Zethian shook his rather dark brown pelt, and made his way to the multicolored fae. Stepping onto the frozen ground, his yellow eyes flickered brightly, and he inhaled the cool, frosty air. Overall the brute hoped that today would be a good day of patrolling. Padding to the lead guard, Zethian gave her a friendly smile, nodded his head in respect, and spoke a light greeting, "good morning, commander constandine." What a mouthful to say! He thought to himself silently. Sitting down beside her, Zethian waited for the others to come.

[kay.]

ORION xx

Shadow's Commanding Guard | Four Years Seven Months | Husband of Calliope | Slight crush on Caitriona
Tagged;; Malakhai, Calliope

{Orion was motionlessly sitting up with his head low that morning, shaken from yet another reoccurring nightmare of the old alpha's death. There wasn't anything else he dreamed about since the tragedy, neither has he got a break from dreaming entirely. It was a different story every night, however it always had the moral that he wasn't able to do anything to stop it. Though everyone more or less accepted the fact that the Eternals were to blame, it wasn't common for anyone to actually believe it entirely. Some of them did, but Marc was a powerful brute, it couldn't have happened so easily, so effortlessly. Orion was rarely affected by anything - even death hardly ever made him blink an eyelid - so it wasn't so much that he was upset over the alpha passing, it was more that it was in battle, and as the commanding guard his main duty was to protect the alpha and pack. If he couldn't defend the most important wolf, could he defend the whole lot? Orion was barely ever focused on anything apart from his job, and he becomes paranoid if he feels like he let it down. He should have been right there next to the alpha the entire time.

He sensed a presence approaching the entrance to his den, but still he didn't move a muscle until the figure partly blocked the light coming into the den. He recognised who it was before he looked; the mixed scent of cold spearmint and slowly aged bourbon was a giveaway of one of his guards, Malakhai. Admittedly Orion was fond of the brute, he had a bit more sense and intelligence to him than many other of the wolves in the pack. He didn't answer his question right away, instead he rose from his sitting position and made his way out of the den so both brutes were on the outside. Looking around, he saw that most of the wolves were already up, including the alpha who was interacting with Katerinka. He knew that Malakhai cared about the fae greatly, and wasn't too fond of the new arrangements of Alcander being her mate, or even being the alpha for that matter, but not many were. He was far too aggressive and strict, and even Orion tried to avoid having more interactions with him than necessary. Finally, he turned back to the guard. "I think it would be best for us to get underway with with a patrol now, alpha Alcander looks to be occupied," he answered, taking another quick glance in their direction.

One of his ears flickered in another direction as he heard another wolf's paws crunching through the snow in their direction. As he looked over, he saw that it was his wife, Calliope. Inside he might have been smiling, but Orion simply doesn't smile, and neither does he show any other sign of emotion. He gave her a nod of approvement it seemed as she greeted them. She kept her respects and he enjoyed her company for the most part, but he had the whole issue of showing any sort of affection to anyone, even his wife. "Good morning, Callie. I hope you slept well," he said monotonously. His attention didn't seem to hold on for very long though, as the main thing on his mind was the patrol now. "My apologies, but we are about to begin a patrol. If alpha Alcander asks where the guards are, could you please inform him of where we are?" He asked, all in the same tone. The faes didn't have much to do in their society, but Orion liked to think he included them the best he could, even if it was asking simple tasks such as that.

SKYEDANCER xx

Eternal's Guard | Two Years Ten Months | Crush on Zethian
Tagged;; Olympia, Yaksha, Constandine, Zethian

{Skye tensed up when she felt a nudge on her side that woke her up, and she almost went into an automatic defense-mode. As soon as she opened her eyes and saw that it was simply her fellow guard, Olympia, she calmed down immediately and only had a slight pounding in her chest from the sudden rush. She gave her a slightly embarrassed but kind smile for getting riled up so easily, and she gave a chuckle at her joke. She enjoyed how friendly and upbeat Olympia was as opposed to some of their other packmates, and she felt a lot less on edge around her. That may lead to her being quite quiet with her, since she is so protective over opening up to anyone, and she has no reason to be rudely outspoken like she is with some of the others. "Thank you for waking me, it wouldn't be smart to annoy her first thing in the morning," she giggled herself, imagining how much trouble she'd get into if Constandine found her still asleep if a patrol was ordered. Yaksha was up next, teasing the fae for still being hesitant to wake him. Skye rolled over so she ended up standing up, and she padded so that she was side by side with the other fae. "Better to be safe than sorry, not all wolves react all that well to being woken," she reminded him in a matter-of-factly way to him. She knew that Yaksha definitely wouldn't have hurt them for he was a kind brute, however her trust issues led her to think in 'what if?' manners.

Her ears suddenly veered around to the entrance of the den, and she heard Constandine's voice asking them to wake up and start a patrol. She sighed slightly, she hoped that they'd have a little bit more time in the den to relax. She was a very reserved fae, but she enjoyed the other guard's company greatly and felt most comfortable around them out of all the others. As she was about to make a move forward, she looked at Yaksha again, and noticed he was in a slightly dreamy state. A teasing smirk spread across her face, and as she walked past him on her way out she whispered loudly, "Stop daydreaming about her!" Playfully, she let her tail gently hit him on the nose as she teased, and then she was out of the den before he could protest. Of course, she didn't mean it in a rude or nasty way, simply a bit of a joke. Truthfully, she herself had a crush on their fellow guard, Zethian, however the fae's closed off nature made her conceal it very well. Or so she thought anyway, as she hadn't ever heard it mentioned by anyone as of yet.

As her body emerged from the den, she felt the coldness of the outside pinch at her but she brushed it off quickly. She noticed that Zethian was there before her, and a small smile spread across her face but she turned to the commanding guard to make it seem like it was meant for her instead. "I hope you are well, commander Constandine," she greeted with a polite, respectful nod. She sat down herself, looking down at her paws slightly shyly.

[Alizei]

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female · fayel · shadow peak · 3 yrs · tags ; Evelyn

Suddenly, somebody hit Ferah. She lost balance and fell on her side. The fayel got up immediately, her tail hidden between hind legs and ears pressed tightly to her head. She was afraid it was a male. Or a higher rank female. And that it was her fault, because she could've been more careful. Her nostrils recognised the oatmeal and shea-butter scent. She rose her head to look at the canine. It was Evelyn. The fae took a deep breath with relief and sat down, her muscles relaxing. Fer wagged her tail softly as her friend apologized to her. "It's okay. I'm glad it was you," She said quietly as if she didn't want anybody to hear. But she wasn't trying to hide anything. It was just her way to speak. "I was looking for you," Continued the fayel "How are you feeling today?" She asked, feeling much more safe and confident than she was before. With Evelyn she could be herself. Not the submissive and shy fayel.