( sunder. ) ✶ ( accepting. )

[cygnenoire.]

✶ D'ARTAGNAN of SHADOW PEAK !

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( voice ) luke pasqualino xxx ( scent ) light white rum and roasted coconuts xxx ( ranking ) beta male

[ TAGGED ] ASTRA [ MENTIONS ] ALCANDER
the recent killing of the former alpha deeply saddened the brute. before assuming the position of beta, the brute was the commanding hunter by marc's grace and once the alpha passed, d'artagnan couldn't help and felt guilty of not being able to protect the male that he owed so much too. taking the position of beta after alcander rose into the position of alpha, d'artagnan released his rank to his cousin and took astra as a wife. it's been three days since the duo were married and the brute still felt a little strange waking up to the she wolf next to him.

but it was worth it to him. astra wasn't somebody he loved, but she was a healthy and beautiful she wolf that was fit to bear his children. there was no doubt that he would pick her. although he has interests in other faes as well, d'artagnan always seemed to care more about astra than them. sitting up from softly awakening, the brute softly nudged his mate with nose and licked her cheek. "are you still sleepy, astra?" the brute softly spoke, not wanting to be too loud just in case she was.

✶ AMADEUS of SHADOW PEAK !

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( voice ) logan lerman xxx ( scent ) coffee beans and melted dark chocolate xxx ( ranking ) commanding hunter

[ TAGGED ] MARCIELLA, LUNAE [ MENTIONS ] VENUS
( assuming the past role of ryker. ) the brute wondered where his mate was. it seemed like venus never wanted to be around him and although amadeus didn't really care much about that, it still angered him how his wife could be dancing around with another brute and staying away from him. a small growl left the brute's maw at the thought of it and his eyes showed anger within them.

and then they stopped.

catching sight of marciella, the commanding hunter rose up and made his way towards the two fayels in the distance. a charming smile across his face, amadeus looked at the two and dipped his head slightly as a greeting. "good morning, marciella and lunae." he said politely to them in a rough voice. amadeus wasn't known for being aggressive with the fayels, but for being a little more... flirtatious with some of them. after all, he is granted a mistress. "how did you two sleep?" amadeus asked, pursuing a conversation with them.

[nyctorin.]

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

Once again, the female's gaze drifted away, staring into the distant tree line. It was almost as if she expected to see something there- something new, something good. Nothing was ever found though. Perhaps it was her way of pretending things weren't the way they were, or maybe staring at the landscape made deep thinking easier. Whatever the reason was, she started to become aware of it and scolded herself for it. Stop that. You're talking to someone; you don't want her to think you're ignoring her or zoning out. Clearing her throat as a way of bringin herself back to reality, she turned to the fayel beside her, wondering what her reaction would be to what had been said. Marciella was beginning to regret it now, actually... Times were dark enough; she didn't need to introduce the concept of a healing conspiracy...

Then there was movement out of the corner of the five-year-old's eye, drawing her attention away from Lunae, for it seemed another wolf was approaching: Amadeus. His gaze was locked on the females and a charming smile was displayed on his maw, the likes of which he often had when talking to females, Marcy noticed. Flirtacious males always made her a bit uncomfortable, knowing how the picking of mistresses worked, but she supposed that was better than a male that treated the fayels aggressively; her opinion on him was neutral. The only discomfort she felt was in knowing her private, laid back one on one with Lunae was over, but she shrugged it off and sighed, nodding to the commanding hunter as he joined them.

"Good morning to you as well, Commander Amadeus," she greeted him with an even, respectful tone. She paused briefly to hear what he said next, then for Lunae to comment first if she wished, then continued. "As well as one can sleep under these... conditions." The fayel looked down to the ground at the snow around them. Though the cold of winter was difficult to sleep through, the "conditions" she'd been referring to were more so the loss of Marc and the change in power. Still, it was early and the day needed to be started on a good note; she didn't wish to open discussion about it, so whether or not he caught on to what she actually meant, she hoped he'd just think of the snow. After glancing up at him curiously, she looked to Lunae with the same look.

{lunae and amadeus tagged - no one mentioned}

[spotthecow]

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[shadow peak] [female] [fayel] [crush on ryker] [mood is embarrassed] [tagged with ferah, ryker&venus{mentioned} ]

When commanding male came out of his den, the pretty white she-wolf quickly turned to Ferah again. Her cheeks were flushed in embarrassment and at the moment, Evelyn as though she wanted her white pelt to fade deep into the snow. "Well...I...Uh," she began in a hesitant voice, trying to find her use of words again. Her fluffy tail lowered to the ground , yet was still swishing slowly as she inhaled the cold, frozen air to speak. "No, well...maybe a little...It's nothing really....I don't know...er...why would you think something like that?...Okay, yes..." That was probably the most Evelyn had even spoken in her life, rambling at quick pace. "He wouldn't like me like that though...I'm not good enough for him and Venus is already his mate..." Her voice shrank when she said the wolf's name. Venus was always judging her and Ferah it seemed for just about everything they did and plus she was an attention seeker, the complete opposite of helpless Evelyn. "Perhaps we should go and talk to him...?" The fae asked thoughtfully. Now this was certainly not her usually self. When did Evelyn ever want to talk to any male or any wolf at that?

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[eternal ridge] [male] [guard] [no crush] [mood is content] [tagged with olympia]

The large male nodded his head to the fae in front of him and let out a rather friendly, yet serious bark, "That's alright, lets just get going before Scarlet has our tails." Padding out of the entrance, Zethian looked down to the fae as he answered, "Ah, yes, quite well actually, the winter doesn't seem to bother me much...How was yours?" He asked with a light smile. {ehhh gottogo, just thought I'd get a post up..}

[Alizei]

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female · fayel · shadow peak · 3 yrs · tags ; Evelyn, [Ryker - mentioned]

Ferah chuckled quietly when Evelyn spoke. But smile faded away when she said that he wouldn't like her like that. Niita sighed. She didn't have the courage to even speak to a male. Ferah wished she found true love one day, but didn't believe it was possible in this pack. As a fayel, she was nobody. "Yes, why not? Let's go," She attempted to sound neutral about this, but in fact, Ferah didn't like the idea. She'll do this for her best friend though. The cream fae never approached males, only when it was neccessary. She could feel slight fear growing in her. The fayel looked away, attempting to hide it somehow. Then, she got up and started walking in Ryker's direction. She didn't want Evelyn to change her mind just because of Ferah's fears. The cream fayel wanted her friend to be happy.

[vervainium]

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alpha female of eternal ridge | smells of cinnamon & honey | romance none | tagged clementine


space.constandine had some nerve to speak up to an alpha like that, and she had one hell of a nerve to speak up to scarlet like that. she was indeed very lucky she didn’t have scarlet at her throat for what she said. scarlet heard everything constandine said, oh yes, but surprisingly, she didn’t feel the need to indulge in more conversation with the commanding guard. she just wanted her out of the territory and doing her job. “whatever you need to tell yourself, constandine.” she sneered back before the commanding guard had left. scarlet had little respect for her pack wolves, especially the faes, and for her own reasons. her wolves all seemed so weak, so kind and soft hearted. she was sick of it. although the eternal ridge pack was usually known for being much kinder, than the shadow peak, at least, and scarlet seemed to shooting that full of holes. scarlet wasn’t raised to be honest, loyal and kind. her father chose a different route for her, and apparently it didn’t work so well for everyone else. but did scarlet care? hell no.

space.scarlet padded away from the territory, only glancing back to see alastaire gather the hunters and huntresses. her work here was done for now. she padded outside the territory borders, no destination in mind, she just wanted out of there for maybe an hour or two. padding through the forest and away from the eternal ridge camp, scarlet’s mind was filled with various thoughts…some about her pack members, some about the shadow peak wolves…and some about her misfortunes in her past. the loss of her mate had successfully turned her into a bigger monster than she was before. as she became half lost within herself, some movement out of the corner of her eye made her snap back into reality. a wolf. and not an eternal ridge wolf. scarlet let a malicious grin curl her maw, it was another she wolf from the shadow peak. “well, well,” came the honey laced toned voice of scarlet to get this wolf’s attention. “what’s a pretty little shadow peak wolf doing out of uncharted territory?”

[lizabethia]

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

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Clementine turned her head towards the dens for one last check. Still no one yet. She quickly turned and left before that changed and someone else awoke. The lemon colored fae loved going on these little leisure walks. She did this just about every morning she could. It gave her time to think, when she didn't have to listen to the bustle of the other wolves' booming voices. Even though she herself was already very distant in the pack, she enjoyed being truly alone and taking these small independent adventures.

A few minutes later, she realized she wasn't even in the territory anymore, but not far enough to be in someone else's. (She wasn't that dumb.) She decided to wander a little farther, and the forest seemed to get denser and denser. Clem inhaled the humid air, and begun to smell an unfamiliar scent of cinnamon and honey. Suddenly, she turned her head to see another wolf emerging from the brush beside her. The wolf spoke to her in an aggressive tone, that she definitely didn't like. Who does this wolf think she is? Although she truly didn't want to get involved with the mysterious wolf and just stay quiet, she could see she was already engaged. "I'd ask you the same question." Clementine was completely unaware of what pack this wolf belonged to, or if she even belonged to one at all, but she quickly grew irritated of the intimidating look on her face. She thought to herself that the aggressive fae couldn't possibly belong to Eternal Ridge. The members of those traitors were too kind and soft to be anything like this girl. "I've been in this forest long enough to know that this isn't anyone's territory, just who do you think you are?" She spat back at her, quite rudely.

[cygnenoire.]