❦ Evergreen Reservation ❦ {Werewolf RP} Accepting

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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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Cybil growled under her breath, stepping up
to Van with as much poise as she could muster, despite him
towering over her. "I don't have to do anything. I'm not
going back until I choose to. And you can't make me...little
pup." For the first time, Cybil growled openly, a low and
throaty sound that didn't fit her angelic looks.

Who did this guy think he was anyways?!? He had barely been
able to look Cybil in the eye before, and now he was
demanding when she return to the cabin. Another step
brought the beta within inches of the towering brute,
and her eyes hardened to a tundra of cold as she huffed.
Her sweet breath and soft face probably did nothing
for the effect though.

She had always been built to lead and comfort, and
though the beta was skilled in fighting, she wasn't
exactly intimidating. Sure she had her moments where
pulling rank made wolves fall in line, but as a figure went,
the girl was far too soft and petite to really strike
fear into anyone.

[Cultro]

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

He almost fell for her theater. Almost.
Van already felt his teeth bite, and a growl brought his chest to vibrate under the tight shirt, but he had a better plan ast an amusing thought crossed his brain.
His wrinkled face relaxed at once, and a broad, content grin was assured when he easily lowered his head to look down at the petite girl.
"A ´small pup´ as I has really no way to get you to come along ..." he agreed ironically and raised an eyebrow in amusement.
For a few seconds, he was still enjoying the angry look of Cybil and the blond hair flattering her face before he gently grabbed her waist - he did not want to hurt her at all - and threw her over his shoulder with his strong arms.
"Let's see if we arrive in time," Van remarked in an unusually cheerful voice, holding her to the knee-throats, so she did not slip off ... or ran away.
He wasn´t the lead fighter for nothing.

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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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Cybil nearly shrieked when Van hauled her
over his broad shoulder, flipping her hair out of her face and
slapping his back- a surprisingly solid mass of muscle she
might add. "Put me down you wretched scum! Put
me down I say!" Another growl before the blonde
sighed and slumped, figuring there was no way for her
to peacefully escape his grasp. "Ugh you're horrible."

Teeth gnawed at her lower lip as the Beta was carried
back to the cabin over the brute's shoulder, her cheeks
flushed bright. She was glad he couldn't see her face,
for surely Van would mock her for such a show of
weakness. "Why are you so stubborn any ways?"
The question was more to fill the dead air than
anything, but Cybil hated awkward silences.

As they lumbered along, the blond kicked her feet,
letting them swing rythmically with his steps, though
she was careful not to land a boot to the chest. It
wasn't that the fighter couldn't take a blow, it was just
that Cybil didn't want to appear rude, though, why
appearing rude to her captor mattered, she wasn't
really sure.

[Cultro]

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

"Ouch! You don´t have to hit me like a wet sandsack," he complained, still amused, then there was silence for a while, before she spoke again.
Van took his time with the answer.
It was not like Cybil could run away. His feet took a rhythmic pace as he headed up the path to the cabin, which took way more time than It had taken as a wolf and downhill.
Nevertheless, he simply enjoyed walking through the forest as a human being.
Putting one leg in front of the other and enjoying the peace.
Watching the beautiful nature. At least It would be beautiful if there weren´t a pair of slim legs, that wagged again and again in front of his eyes.
"I don´t know.
Maybe I'll tell you, if you tell me why you always look dreary as if everyone wants to do something bad to you?", was the answer he finally gave her.
Of course, he pointed at her constant, cold look.
If she hadn´t this frosty gaze, he could perhaps even like her.
Cybil was quite pretty. Although the appearance was not the most important in a person for him.
 

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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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Cybil sighed at the question, her legs still kicking
up and down like a bored child's. "I'm actually very friendly
to most wolves. I was raised to be beta after all, and that
means handling the day to day affairs of the pack, and
keeping everyone happy." Another moment passed as
she considered why she felt so aggressive towards the
brute, before she presented her answer.

"I guess with you it's just that you seemed to scare
or fluster Mika when you first arrived and...well Mika
has a really high power level, so any wolf with a
lower one who can have such an affect...puts me on
guard." The beta shrugged before cracking a charming
smile that the fighter couldn't see, "It doesn't help
that you tossed me over your shoulder like I'm a sack
of flour to be delivered." These last words held
a laugh in the young blond's voice, and she
propped herself up on her elbows, glancing
over her shoulder to see the profile of the brute.

"Basically I don't like wolves that seem better
than me. Competition in a pack isn't good, and
you seemed like the competitive type." A
smirk before Cybil let her legs settle,
her voice softening for her next comment,
"And I can't risk competing with wolves
close to my power level. Losing my position
in this pack means losing my future."
Stars seemed to begin to emerge from the
darkening sky, and Cybil found herself
humming softly as the journey went on.
It was a pretty melody, soft and lilting,
like a lullaby.

[Cultro]

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

Van already had an answer, but again she brought him to silence and reflection, this time with her song.
He peered up at her briefly as she gave him a look, but didn´t kept eye contact.
This time not because she looked ice cold, but because it was embarrassing to look so long into her pretty, blue eyes.
After the last note of her song had ended, he drew a deep breath as if to arm himself before hesitatingly starting; "Whether you know it, or not, before this pack I was the beta of my old pack. The wolves there were less social or polite as here, at least as far as I can judge, but I have some idea how life in the pack runs out.
I was not raised as a beta, but forced in the role, nevertheless I have a small tip to you:
Before you try to master their lives, you should first try to come to your own peace. Means: Look for yourself. The pack can not use a beta, which is mentally broken, get It? ".
Van was silent for a little while, wondering if it was perhaps too hard for the petite girl, but truth was truth. Besides, he did not doubt that she had to be stronger than her body suggested.
Behind some trees the building came in sight, whose windows glowed orange in the dark.
"And before you growl at me the next time: I'm not keen on your position, I have my reasons to be here, but I do not want to risk the lives of others ... I have already ruined enough lives ...".
Towards the end, his voice grew quieter, and for a small moment the brunette lowered his head before sighing and emphasizing peacefully, "Shall I take you into the house or do you want to walk? Oh, forget it. I carry you."
Van allowed himself a faint of a smile.

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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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Cybil forced out a small sigh of
exasperation, though she was smiling faintly as
the strong brute carried her inside. She had to
admit, his stamina was impressive, and his advice
sound. The beta promised herself to think on his
words later, but for now she had to come up
with an explanation for being hauled in over
the lead fighter's shoulder.

"You do realize this will make quite the scene
for dinner time Van? People might get the wrong
idea about us." The girl's voice was teasing,
and a small giggle slipped out before she could
stop it. Melodic, like the rest of her.

"Or would you rather do the talking, and I'll
just hang out here on your shoulder? It's getting
quite comfy, though the air pressure is a bit
lower than what I'm used to." The blond's
casual jokes were charming ones, and her voice
only further relayed such a message, light with
humor and mirth. Her eyes danced with the
same emotions, though again, they couldn't
be seen by the brute.

[Cultro]

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

"You mean like these weird protagonists from action films that claw a girl and take over the lead of everything at the same time?", Vandyke asked, slightly amused and gave her a quick look as he climbed the stairs to the door.
He had to admit that he felt a certain effort, especially in the legs. But he enjoyed the slight muscle soreness, which made him feel like done something good for his body.
The door creaked softly as he opened it with his free hand and entered. It smelled after eating and he bit his lip.
"I think I'll pass and leave the talking to the pretty yet intelligent lady."
Who said he could not be charming?
As he approached the kitchen, however, he set up a face like the burial man, but waited a moment before he entered.

I think we should wait for the outhers, before coming back xD

[azhefa.]

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ian ✘ 19 ✘ pack hunter✘ level 3 ✘ homosexual/single ✘ tags; elizabeth

having arrived later than most of the other pack members, ian was still in his room putting things away when all the drama started to unfold downstairs between the alpha and his sister. he hums softly to himself as he refolds his clothes and puts them away in the dresser and closet, making sure everything was nice and neat. ian sits on his bed for a minute after everything was put away, not really sure if he was ready to meet the rest of the pack. he was at the bottom of the pack with a power level of only three which makes it hard to speak to those with much higher levels. ian fiddles with his little stuffed bear, something he had gotten from his aunt before she died almost eight years ago. he sighs and carefully tucks the bear by his pillow before checking his reflection and heading out to meet his new pack mates. several thoughts swirl in his mind as he descends the stairs, what if they don't like him? what if they find out about his interest in men and reject him? negative thoughts continue to float about his mind as he makes his way through the living room, but he forces them away while he searches for his pack mates.

the scent of food catches his attention and he heads towards the kitchen out of curiosity. much to his embarrassment, it was dinner time and he nearly missed it. ian ducks his head as he slips into the dinning room, his sky blue eyes darting around the room before landing on the table where plates were set out. he was a little hesitant to take a seat, unsure if they were assigned or not. after glancing towards the few others already seated, ian takes a seat at the far end of the table, away from benji and mika. it wasn't that he was trying to seclude himself from the others, the power that radiates from the pair was just hard for him to be around. to try and assure the others that he wasn't trying to be unfriendly, ian gives everyone a shy smile before turning his attention to his plate. the food looked delicious and he was ready to eat, but he waits for permission or for someone else to start eating so he knows it was okay to do so himself. the sound of the front door perks ian's attention and makes him look over to see van carrying someone into the room. the hunter was very much confused by what he sees, but makes no move to ask about any of it even though he kind of wants to. ian glances around the room once more, his gaze landing on a dark-haired girl near him. she level was fairly high, but she seems nice enough so he gives her a friendly smile, "hello, i'm sebastian, i'm one of the hunters." ian keeps his voice light and friendly, but there was a bit of unease in his tone which he tries hard to hide. he really hopes this girl wasn't rude or mean, he could really use a friend in the pack.

[♚ Queen ♚]

Tags: Open


Marc sat on the moss covered rock next to the flowing stream at his feet some water splashing over his naked toes. His mud clad boots were beside him getting a break from his constant walking. He preferred both forms of his being so unless he was traveling a good distance - did not mind traversing in his human form. Slick, slick, slick. Was the only noise in his ears besides nature as he moved the blade over the piece of wood in his hand. His concentration was keen on it as he brought the image in his head to life or at least being. He was just finishing up the base of the wolf howling to the sky on its haunches. Afterwards he would probably use his wooden hilt knife to shave the stubble growing on his cheeks. It was a bit overgrown then what he normally kept it, but he hadn't had a reason to fix it - until now. Roaming into this territory his nostrils was assaulted by the smells of loner, and pack a like. It meant socializing, and though he would prefer not too - he knew it was coming. The main reason though is it had been awhile since he had been inside a cabin, and first thing after grooming was going to visit said cabin. He didn't know the reaction he would get or what to expect, but he was trained to handle the unknown. Marc wiped the blade on his pant leg a bit before going back to carving. He knew a pack lived in the cabins now having watched the coming, and goings. He wasn't interested in joining such a thing, but he was interested about a night in a bed. His back would love him for it - maybe a bath in hot water. If he wanted he could just sneak in, and accomplish those things. Morals kept him in a bit more in check then his wants. Finally the carvings came to a completion, and Marc's almost gaze became the perfect picture of scrutiny as he eyed his work.

Tags: Elizabeth, Benji, Ian, Van, Cybil, and Roisin

Mika hushed pulling away from Benji as finally some of the others began to file in, and her gloomy mood earlier evaporated. She flashed everyone a smile, but a even softer one at Ian. She hadn't even talked to the guy, but she could practically feel his skittish demeanor. She didn't know exactly what to do at that point..should they begin eating or wait? As if for her answer the door opened making Mika turn around slightly to see who it was. The sight she saw however, had her jaw drop before she slowly rose to her feet. "Van..why do you have Cybil on your shoulder? Did something happen? Cybil..are you okay?" She asked her eyes darting between the two before the awkwardness of the scene made her raise a brow. She felt a weird sensation or mood hit her, and a flash of confusion crossed her face briefly. Why did she suddenly not like the fact Van was touching Cybil..or the fact Cybil was on his shoulder. She was being silly was all - yep had to be it. She turned to look at Benjamin who sat right beside her waiting for him to react to this new development. Realizing she was still standing she lowered back into her seat her gaze shifting from the Alpha, and the other two. Awkward.