❦ Evergreen Reservation ❦ {Werewolf RP} Accepting

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Hayden Rhee / Healer / age 19 / male
Currently: Talking to Amos, human form / tagged: Amos

"Hmph." Hayden crossed his arms and grinned at Amos. "An unfair assessment. You keep taking me off guard." Now that the offer had been extended, despite the fact that the blonde wasn't exactly jumping all over himself to engage Hayden in conversation, the healer felt more comfortable in stepping closer, though he didn't intrude on the circle of books that Amos had constructed around himself. Instead, Hayden leaned against one of the bookshelves, tucking one ankle across the other as he gazed down at the omega, listening curiously to what he had to say about the book.

"What fights to let run their course?" Half-surprised, half-amused, Hayden shot a skeptical glance at the pages of the book. He wasn't sure whether or not to take Amos's teasing tone seriously. "Well, I hope you won't let too many occur, or I'll be worked to the bone," he laughed. He could easily imagine Amos soothing ragged tempers and raised hackles with that honeyed voice of his, and idly wondered what the omega's wolf form would look like.

"So then, tell me. According to pack law, who's supposed to mate with who?" The question started out humorously, the idea of some book deciding who would date who seeming funny, but Hayden's tone dropped midway as the realization struck him-- it was true that all werewolves belonging to a pack were expected to choose their mate from within the pack. Living among humans, he'd always figured he would meet someone who may come from anywhere in the world, or meet in the most innocuous of places, like a coffee shop... or a library. In fact, if he had met Amos at any time before today, he may even have been hopeful for a hint of romance to occur. With that flirtatious attitude, and those warm brown eyes... It was hard not to entertain a few thoughts of that nature, and Hayden could accept that he was attracted. But it seemed that in this new life he'd entered, things were more complicated than that. The healer blushed slightly and glanced to the floor, trying to look casual, though the demeanor had rather deserted him.

[♚ Queen ♚]

Mobile bc psh..technology.

Tags: Elizabeth, Van, and Cybil

Mika paused outside of Elizabeth's door setting the luggage down to raise her small fist to knock. It paused before touching the wood as doubt ran across her mind. She didn't want to disturb the girl if she was freshening up. No one would dare steal from another pack member because with wolf noses it would be hard to do. "Hey your stuff is in the hall." She called through the door before turning, and walking away. Her room was actually the closest one to the stairs the rooms going by rank. The Alpha's was furthest down the hall therefore more secluded. She didn't mind really as she doubted anything crazy would happen in her bedroom. Well maybe some movies, and loud music. Ya never know..
Mika paused at her door knowing she should go find the others like she said, but really thinking a change of clothes was in order. She seemed so regal looking, and omegas didn't wear that, at least that was what she told herself. Mika entered her room shutting the door behind her with a soft click. She then progressed to her bed plopping down to begin removing her boots. After a moment everything else followed till she stood before her mirror in just regular skinny jeans that were black, and a black neck tie tank. Her hair remained up in its usual red bow. Mika touched her diamond stud that pierced her belly with a thoughtful finger before deciding to keep it in. She was an omega. She did what she pleased unless ordered not too. "Freedom." She said her lips curving into a smile. Her sudden weirdness from earlier was gone, and with a swoop of her hand she grabbed her flats and made for the door bare footed. Her steps were now as silent as ever compared to before with her boots. Only slight creaks from the wood gave her away as she scented out Cybil. She found her surprisingly still with Van. Mika trying to be a bit less awkward this time smiled at them both. "Slow pokes. Get into your room, and freshen up already." She told the lead fighter before doing a twirl," What do you think? More my rank?" She directed the question at Cybil but raised a questioning brow at both wolves.

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[ Cybil & Amos ]
"On the whole, human beings want to be good,
but not too good, and not quite all the time..."
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The Omega chuckled lightly at such an innocent
question, letting his dark eyes fall across the healer's
form. "Well ideally the alpha mates with a level 7
or above. Though, most alpha genes are dominant traits,
so he or she can take anyone in the pack as a partner.
Going downwards, Betas are free to choose as well,
though it's encouraged for them to mate with higher
power levels to hopefully result in an alpha one day.
Lead fighters and Healers typically pick someone
among their ranks, to ensure the talents stay in the
blood line. And omegas...well.."

A dark chuckle left the end of the sentence hanging as
Amos turned back to his book, "An omega is a result
of a genetic mutation. Therefore, it's not necessary
for omega's to mate, since they're born naturally
into any pack that needs them." A dark, flirtatious
smile revealed a set of dimples as the man looked up
once more, "So little pup. What propositions have
you received?"

The sentence lilted at the end, teasing Hayden with
Amos's honeyed voice. "As for fighting, resentments
will set through the pack if dominance isn't established.
Some wolves will have to make their own place in the
pack." A head tilt, and you could almost see the
wolf in him swiveling his ears thoughtfully. "I'm
just here to ensure that tempers don't get out of
hand."

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Cybil smiled warmly once Mika rejoined them,
observing the omegas clothes with a praising eye. "Stunning."
Cybil's confirmation was confident, and she felt her hands skimming
across her own clothes, smoothing out any wrinkles. As Beta, she
had to present herself well to the pack. So she was dressed in a
pair of stylishly distressed jeans, and a flowing peasant top.

The blonde shot at glance at Van, dipping her head gently,
"You should freshen up as well. The pack will be gathering
once Benji arrives." The stunning beta glanced over to Mika,
a small, playful smile tugging at her lips, "As long as our
esteemed alpha is on time of course." Blue eyes twinkled,
covered only by the thin strands of blonde hair that were
eternally falling out of place.

Of course, the Beta was half preoccupied with her own
thoughts, wondering how Benji would run the pack, and
if she'd be expected to take on extra responsibilities. As
long as she could keep the weight off of Mika's shoulders,
she'd be satisfied. Cybil was more aware than others of
what the used to be alpha had gone through, and perhaps
that was why she found herself so protective of the purple
haired girl. Surely basic sympathy didn't include tying
your stomach in knots though...right?

[Cultro]

Vandyke Oakes
Male
21
Lead Fighter [8]
Tags: Mika; Cybil

"You look great.
I mean...Purely obligatory, of course. The clothes, I mean. Your clothes look good,", he said awkwardly, scratching his head again as he searched with one hand for the door latch of his room behind his back.
He must seem like the last idiot for this two girls.
The two were dressed appropriately to the occasion, while his own clothes, in order to express it kindly, were rather practical. Dirty jeans, torn at the knees, a worn-out tank under an open, reddisch-brown sweatshirt. Bandages, fingerless leather gloves and hiking boots completed the image of a non-fashion-conscious fighter. But who would have thought that everyone would look out for the outside?
If you lived in a pack where the priority was survival, not life, then you did not pay attention to your own fashion consciousness.
Van felt embarrassment in himself and noddedshortly to the two just before he opened the door formally and disappeared into his room.
He felt awkward between the two girls, who seemed to understand each other so well.
Hopefully, he was not the only one in the pack, who had no pale glances about how he should behave.

[Sarcastic Kitty]

Benjamin Manchester
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age; 19 | gender; male | role; alpha
tags; Open

As he entered the clearing which housed the clearing, Ben shifted and lifted his eyes to his new home. He could sense Violet inside and his eyes immediately moved his gaze to the room he knew to be hers. Running his fingers through his dirty blonde locks, he mounted the steps and let himself in, grabbing the pair of crutches leaning against the wall as he passed. Good old Luca, always looking out for Violet. Leaning the crutches against the wall beside the door, which he left open for Serenity, he glanced around. He could hear the murmur of voices coming from both up and down stairs but no one else was in the foyer. "Hello? Anybody home?" He called out.



Writers block lol

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Hayden Rhee / Healer / age 19 / male
Currently: Talking to Amos, human form / tagged: Amos

"By that logic, I'm destined to be mates with Violet..." Hayden tipped his head to the side, toying with the idea. "Oh, that's a bit weird to think about. I don't even know her." He knew he definitely was nowhere near considering marriage, or mateship as it would be known in pack terminology. And the thought of choosing someone for the sake of producing a talented child just seemed archaic. Momentarily distracted by the dimples that peeked from Amos's face as the omega smiled, it took a second for the teasing tone of the question to sink into Hayden's mind, and he blushed profusely. "Propositions on the first day? I'm afraid I'm not that type of person," he chuckled, palming the back of his neck and shifting slightly from his position against the wall.

Mostly relieved to move off the topic of romance, Hayden nodded as Amos explained the need for wolves to establish dominance within the pack. It was a lot like the research on wolves he'd encountered in the human world. The melding of wolf and human traits in werewolves, of course, meant that they weren't entirely human nor just like wild wolves, but there were many similarities. In the case of the Evergreen pack, strangers who had never met before and mostly had no blood ties were being placed in the same area, expected to form a pack, just like the initial experiments with feral wolves that had led to the first behavioral models for wolves. When placed in captivity with feral wolves who were not a member of their family pack, those animals felt the need to aggressively create a rigid pack hierarchy. Perhaps it would also be necessary for a hierarchy to form at Evergreen, before things could start to settle into a rhythm.

"It's funny, you actually seem like someone who'd get fought over a lot..." he offered, then coughed into his arm, embarrassed. "Sorry, that was too forward, right? Forget I said anything. I'm sure you're very good at your diplomatic duties." Despite his embarrassment, his original impression still held true: he could easily imagine Amos as the type to break hearts and inspire jealousies with one wink of those brown eyes, and wondered if it was a good idea to let his own affections continue down this path. Whoah, steady on. I've just had one chat with him about a book, it doesn't have to mean anything like that.

With a glance at the clock on the wall, Hayden realized that he'd been chatting with this omega for quite a few minutes. "I should get going, I'm sure that everyone has arrived by now and the alpha will want to hold a pack meeting," he reasoned as he pushed off the shelf, before glancing shyly back at Amos. "Unless you'd like to accompany me...?" He wasn't entirely sure whether Amos would like to go socialize with the rest of the pack or not, given that he was holed up here in the library when Hayden had found him, but the healer would certainly appreciate having someone who he'd at least spoken with once with him as he went to meet the rest of the pack, if Amos chose to accept.

[♚ Queen ♚]

Tags: Benji, Cybil, and Van

Mika blushed as both approved of her outfit, but what had her really happy was Van had looked at her..and she didn't have fear swallow her whole. She was beginning to think it just had been a weird occurrence with her having let her guard down. Yep, totally had to be it. She was just opening her lips to speak to Cybil as Van backed into his room, and shut the door with a hurried click when.. the Alphas voice called out. She shot Cybil a 'speak of the devil' look before calling through Vans door. "Hurry the alpha is here, and since the Lead Hunter has yet to arrive..you have a lot to shoulder for both ranks." She warned him her tone apologetic before she grabbed Cybil's hand taking off towards the stairs. Reaching them she let Cybil go so they didn't fall down the stairs like idiots. She was glad she changed out of her skirt because she wouldn't of been able to run down the stairs without flashing on accident. As it was her skinny jeans helped her flow quickly to the base seeing Benji waiting somewhat a bit inside with the door open behind him. She smirked ready to lay into him with the teasing when a hand grabbed her upper arm a bit to tightly. It through her off balance, and so the person easily swung her from her forward direction to the side. She came to a stop to stare up at the Head Masters stern unhappy gaze. He practically hissed at her," Mika Rose what are you wearing?! Is that a piercing, and where did you possibly have time to sneak out to get that. You are shaming your families legacy child! No matter, for now, this is your last chance to be what you were fated to be!" He growled at her as she tugged at her arm her amber eyes a fiery red of anger. She didn't even know how she managed to keep her power from going haywire. "I have made my decision, and you will respect it! You are no Alpha to command me just in charge over the cabin. Now let me go before I raise my voice, and bring everyone down up on you. We are going to be a pack, and I doubt anyone would approve your actions right now." She threatened finally yanking her arm free to hurry back to Cybil, and Benji gently wrapping her hand over the arm that would be sporting a bruise later probably. "Sorry, what did I miss?" She asked with a forced laugh before looking directly at Benji," You know I don't want your rank, but others are being persistent..will you please order the Head Master to get off my back when you have time?" She didn't mind saying that in front of the ones present, but fell silent in case other wolves started to show up to greet Benji.

[Sarcastic Kitty]

Benjamin Manchester
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age; 19 | gender; male | role; alpha
tags; Mika, Violet, etc;

Ben smiled in amusement as the murmuring above got louder, before separating into distinct and individual voices as a door opened. He lifted his gaze as a girl appeared at rhe top of the stairs, purple hair flying and amber eyes gleaming. He had met her briefly upon his arrival. She was the intended Alphess, Mika Rose. It had confused him at first when she had revealed why she had declined her position; why any wolf would decline the title of Alpha to be a Omega was beyond him. But that was neither here nor there. As the girl dismounted the last stair the Headmaster stepped out of a side hall and grabbed her, swinging her around to face him. Ben growled low in his throat, instinct telling hin to step in and protect his new packmate, but he held himself back. He knew the she-wolf was capable of taking care of herself. He watched her jerk free and tell the man off before rurning her piercing amber gaze upon him. "You know I don't want your rank, but others are being persistent..will you please order the Head Master to get off my back when you have time?" She requested.

Ben stared at her for a long moment before stalking towards her and the Headmaster. The man, clearly not having bargained with being forced to deal with Ben directly, flinched and stepped back. "Touch one of my packmates again, and I will personally disembowel you." He growled, eyes gleaming dangerously in the low light of the foyer. Relaxing his expression, he cast an amused glance at Mika. "What do you think? Too over the top?" He asked jokingly. Before she had a chance to respond, a new voice reached him and he turned to look up the stairs where his sister stood.

"B-Benji?"

Violet Manchester
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age; 16 | gender; female | role; healer
apprentice | tags; Benji, Mika, etc

Violet had just finished setting up Boomer's cage when a commotion outside drew her attention. The word Alpha was spoken several times and with a start, Violet realized he was here. This was real. It was actually happening. Closing her eyes, she focused on the people downstairs trying to get a sense of the new Alpha. She was mostly trying to gauge his power level but what she wasn't expecting was to recognize him. Springing to her feet, she darted from the room and down the hall, sensing more than seeing Boomer as he flew after her. Pausing at the top of the stairs, she stared at her brother and he went nose to nose with the Headmaster. His words were too low for her to hear but the way the Headmaster paled, she could guess whatever it was, it wasn't pleasant. When he turned to Mika though, his expression was relaxed and he had that charming crooked smile of his that he got whenever he was intent on courting a female. "Benji," She murmured, not realizing she had spoken the words aloud until his gaze found her. Anger and hurt mingled with joy and relief as she stared at the brother she had feared she would never see again. In her mad dash to the stairs, she had forgotten her crutch but for the moment at least, she was steady on her feet. Benji grinned then and opened his arms to her expectantly.

"I missed you, Letti," he said, using yhe nickname he had given her when she was just a baby. She hadn't heard that name in years. Flying down the stairs, she fully intended to hug her brother but as if her body had a kind of its own, she pulled up short at the last second, lifted a hand, and slapped him soundly across the cheek. Like a crack of thunder, the sound reverberated through the room. Ben flinched and lifted a hand to his cheek, butwhen he looked at her his face was patient. Calm. He never lost his temper with her. "Glad you got that out of your system. Can i have a hug now?" He asked, ignoring the headmasters spluttering protests. Violet scowled at him and shook her head, brown hair swinging.

"You're such a jerk, Benjamin! I can't believe you didn't tell me." She snarled, turning and stalking towards the kitchen. Behind her, Ben cursed and a moment later Boomer landed on her shoulder. He wouldn't come after her though. Not yet. He knew her too well.

[kanni]

I CANT REMEMBER WHAT MY CHARACTER WAS WEARING SOB))

[Valeska]

Ferrell/ Female/ Loner (5)/ Woods & Her Turf/ Tags: Kieran and Kathrine

Ferrell found herself disappointed in the male’s response. She had a hunch that he had a small connection to the werewolf reserve school, but he wasn’t talking. She’d find out his little secret sooner or later.

“Hardly. Why would I be craving a PB&J when it would probably take me twenty minutes just to open one of two jars? In the amount of time it would take for me to make a sandwich such as your own, I could easily go for a hunt and fill my empty belly.” Ferrell shrugged her shoulders before strapping her knife back to her leg.

With a look of boredom, Ferrell let the sensation of her shift overtake her body. In the woman’s stead stood a three legged dark brown wolf with a patch of grey on her back, covered in scars of different lengths, sizes, and depths. Piercing blue eyes took the male in from head to toe. He looked about her age and smelled about her rank level, give or take one or two levels.

Ferrell bent to take a drink from the stream, suddenly feeling parched. Straightening her position, she gave her wolf body a small shake, then watched as the male started packing up his things.

“The names Cecilia Jackson. But those of my kind call me Ferrell. I take it you came here because of some connection to the new pack reservation program.” She huffed slightly, then watched the male start to move down the stream. A growl escaped her lips at his rudeness. Ferrell was half tempted to pounce on him just to show she meant business.

“If you’re looking for shelter for the night I suggest heading southwest. There are a bunch of small caves and abandoned dens in that direction. We’re cool if you stay off my turf in the future.” With a swish of her tail Ferrell started heading in the opposite direction of the male at a hop shuffle pace. She turned back to say something more but decided she had given him enough pointers for the time being. Males, they always were trying to act stronger than they felt.

“Nice meeting you too PB&J,” Ferrell called over her shoulder, then started into a run, heading back towards her territory.

Ferrell slowed when she began the descent into her territory. She had chosen a small little valley to call home. It was wide and open, which allowed her to spot any danger, as well as welcome different types of wide life.

Her panting from her run caused her to turn in the direction of the nearby stream. She was so thirsty that she wasn’t focusing on her surroundings until the back of a wolf came into view. It startled her so much that she launched into action on instinct before figuring out who she was dealing with.

A snarl escaped her lips as she pounded on the wolf from behind. She may have only three legs, but she packed a hard punch. Ferrell growled and snarled as yanked on the wolf’s ears, trying to get the question across that they weren’t welcome. As the scuffle continued, the scent of the wolf hit her so hard that she stopped mid lunge and widened her eyes in surprise. Then she let out another growl, sitting her rump down on the bank.

“Kat! What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear that I don’t like you getting this close to my turf. Why haven’t you found some place to settle down yet? Surely there are better places than on the border of my domain.” Ferrell shook her head in disgust then licked her cut shoulder.

She perked her ears at the higher ranking female in question, expecting a damn good answer. Kathrine might outrank her but Ferrell wouldn’t let her boss her around. She held a unique respect for Kathrine. They both seemed to be made from the same cloth with their similar personalities and backgrounds, the little that she did know. Honestly, she could see herself becoming fast friends with the female if the two could stand to be in each other’s company all the time. The thought made her give a wolfish smirk.

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Cache (OPEN) --> Currently in his room, hiding from the ladies, specifically Violet. Someone want to coax him out?

“Cache. Find room. Uh, later!” Cache made a quick exit to the room that had the scent of his bags in it. He felt so warm that he felt his fur was about to burst into flame. Luckily the door was open, so he swiftly made his retreat, then closed the door with a kick of his hind leg.

His lungs gasped for breath as he leaned his furry head back against the door. An irritated growl escaped him as he tried to shake off his embarrassing first impression.

That won’t happen again, if I have anything to say about it,” Cache huffed in exasperation to himself.

He heeded his Beta’s advice and shifted back into his six foot toned body, so he could unpack his stuff. Hopefully that little chore would be successful in cooling his jumbled emotions. Cache quickly set to work getting settled into his new home.