❦ Evergreen Reservation ❦ {Werewolf RP} Accepting

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⟦ luke ✘ 21 ✘ lone werewolf ✘ level 10 ✘ bisexual/single ✘ tags; kathrine, ferrell, trinity > mika ⟧

his stomach starts to rumble quietly as he waits for kathrine's response to his words. it was a curious thing though, he was hungry and was leave to go hunting, but instead he stays put and waits for the female to speak. luke puzzles over this until his attention is drawn by kathrine's words, his ears perking forward to listen. he gives a bit of a snort in agreement at her first statement before listening to whatever else she has to say. the beast narrows his eyes ever so slightly as he picks up on her respectful tone and how she carefully chooses her words, this female was very cleaver indeed. it was almost amusing how she uses his demand of respect to try and manipulate him, he almost falls for it. almost. luke gives kathrine a chuckle as she takes a step back, signalling the end of her input. he gets to his feet in a casual manner and shakes out his dark pelt before speaking, his voice much lighter and clearly amused, "you are a cleaver one, and rather intelligent as well." luke blatantly ignores ferrell and trinity, keeping his red gaze focused on kathrine. the red and cream she-wolf was definitely a curious little thing, a fierce creature that also confuses the hell out of him. luke flicks an ear as his stomach growls once more, telling him to get a move on which he heeds. after a moment of thought, luke actually gives kathrine a very light dip of his head, showing a bit of respect towards her. it was the first time in many years that he actually showed respect in such a manner and it would surely give him more confusion later, but now he must eat.

luke watches kathrine for a few more seconds before turning and padding off without another word. his coat blends in perfectly to the new completely dark forest, the sun having sunk behind the mountains in the distance. the beast prowls for several long minutes in search of a meal, but his thoughts keep returning to the females he had left. it was confusing and infuriating at the same time, why can't he forget those three pests? with a snarl, he slashes his claws at a tree, ripping apart the bark and sending splinters everywhere. he lifts a paw to do it again, but is stopped by the sounds of distress. thinking it was some deer with a stuck foot or something, luke starts trotting towards the sound curiously, his stomach growling in anticipation. as he grows closer to the sounds that had caught his attention, the scent of blood tickles his nose and it wasn't a deer. it was a wolf, a werewolf to be exact. even more curious now, luke speeds up and arrives just in time to see a angry boar pawing the dirt in a fury. the scream that comes from mika makes luke snarl and flatten his ears at the piercing sound. he shakes his head with a growl, his ears still ringing a little from the female's annoyingly loud call for help. luke rolls his red eyes and suddenly bursts out of the trees in a dark blur and a flash of red and white as he sinks his teeth into the neck of a now terrified boar.

since he's so large, it was far too easy to dispatch the pig, his wide jaws and sharp teeth making short work of ending its life. luke drops the now dead boar and gives it a sniff before licking a bit of blood from his black lips, his white teeth flashing once more. the sound of mika's movements and the scent of her blood draws luke's attention away from his new meal. his red eyes stood out brightly against his black fur as he watches mika silently for a few minutes, the little female looked rather pathetic to say the least. the beast gives her a snort, almost in disgust as he glances at the wounds in her side, the source of the blood he's been smelling. he can feel her high power level and was even more disgusted with her, what kind of alpha level can't even hunt properly? luke grumbles a growl at mika before speaking, his voice sharp and laced with his disgust, "what kind of wolf are you? getting taken down by a fat pig like some weak pup." he shakes his head with a scoff and moves to take the boar, but catches the scent of the pack and gives a dark snarl. turning back to mika, his eyes blaze with anger and hate as he figures out that she was actually a pack mutt. he gets the urge to just rip her to shreds, teach her pack a lesson in trespassing in his territory, but holds back. his hunter was much stronger than his desire to kill mika, she was lucky this time and was sure to tell her. his voice was almost a snarl as he speaks, "you're lucky i haven't eaten or else i would have killed you where you sit." with one last snap of his teeth at her, luke picks up the dead boar and pads off into the darkness, disappearing almost instantly.

[Cultro]

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

Van cursed when he heard her call.
His thoughts seemed to be suspended.
He knew this sort of reputation. This tune. This desperate fear.
He has already heard too many shouts of this sort, calls, which were often too late for him to help.
Van responded at once, leaving the trail he had pursued, as if It were absolutely meaningless, and went around on the spot.
With powerful movements, he forced his muscles to peak power, kicked himself forward.
He had no idea how he managed to avoid the many tree trunks at the pace, he only knew that his body was remote-controlled as soon as his nose twitched at the smell of blood. No pig's blood. Human blood.
There, in the moonlight, Van saw purple hair, shimmering silvery in the moonlight, spread out on the floor like a blanket.
Her body was on the ground and looked more elegant than usual, but her skin was pale and he could notice a slight trembling.
In the air was the smell of another werewolf and the wild boar.
Had there been a fight?!
Before he reached Mika he shifted back, so he ran the last steps with his dark boots through the leaves and threw himself on the ground next to the Omega, on the knees.
His gaze wandered from her face to her belly, where an bad wound gaped, but he realized that these were not claws but pig's teeth.
He did not hesitate long, he knew from experience: every second could save lives.
"Shh, it's all going to be okay, okay? Don´t move. I have to bandage your wound, it can hurt, okay?" he said softly, before his shirt crossed his head.
It was darn cold and Van did not know exactly whether it was good or bad. On one hand, he had read that in the cold blood flowed slower, on the other hand he had heard that one could cool down faster.
He did not mean to stay here anyway.
With his strong arms he tore the shirt into long strips, which he spread on his knees.
"Do not be frightened when I touch your belly.", he warned and with skillful hands the Lead Fighter began to tie the strips around the wound. He hoped that at least they would hinder the blood flow until he brought Mika back.
"How did this happen?", he asked her softly as he finally looked to her face, putting her shirt back over the makeshift bandage.
He felt a strange calm, but behind there was chaos of worry and anxiety, which one saw whirling in the deep of his golden eyes.

[kanni]

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Name; Serenity
Nicknames; Ren, Black Widow
Age; 17
Gender; Female
Rank; Fighter (level 6)
Tagged; Cybil Chef
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Serenity peeked out of the kitchen, focusing on the first empty seat she saw. Her
kitchen duties were done for now...did she dare escape to the feast? As Chef
abandoned the already-forming pile of dirty dishes to talk about prepping
something alone the lines of a coronation room, Serenity sneaked past to take
the closest seat to the kitchen door. Not bothering to see if anyone of any
importance was around, if anyone she should be wary of was around, the dirty
blonde began piling food on to her plate. More vegetables than the average were
wolf enjoyed eating in one night were first, then large hunks of meats and
cheeses and all the mouthwatering delights Serenity had helped Chef make in

the kitchen. Once everything was in place, the teen took one last moment to savor the food in front of her. And then she devoured it all in a matter of seconds...maybe minutes, but most likely not. Serenity had a fast metabolism, which meant she got to eat as much as she wanted, and never got any heavier than she already was, so she was always shoveling food into her mouth. This time, Serenity even thought to herself that she might just set a new record. When she was finished, the teen pushed back her plate, and finally noticed the others. Not many were left, but she noticed a fighter here and there. Latching her gaze onto the first male she saw, she peered at him. The male seemed to be of more a fighter build, with muscular arms that just about any girl- but not Serenity, would drool over. He had dark hair swept out and up, and a strong jaw. However, despite his strong appearance, from what Serenity had seen he was actually quite timid. Serenity also noticed that he had taken the last sausage, but still hadn't touched it. Clearing her throat, the dirty blonde tapped the space in front of his plate, attempting to catch his attention. He hadn't even looked up when the girl began talking.
"Hey...hi....yah, um, are you going to eat that?" Serenity mentally whacked herself, ums and yahs were not her thing. She knew, and so did everyone else that had met her, that she was an avid reader, and so had a larger vocabulary. And she intended to use it whenever she had the chance. This, was an outrage to herself.

[♚ Queen ♚]

Small post then off to work I go.
MIKA

Tags: Van, Luke

Not even a minute passed from her call before a huge wolf with red eyes almost like her own when her emotions peaked crashed into the clearing. He was huge, and made even the boar look small. She didn't flinch as he swiftly took down the boar, but her lips curled from her teeth as if she was snarling in wolf form as his scent wafted to her. Loner. She didn't speak though now was not the time as Van would be coming. If he fought this wolf, and got hurt..what would they do? But the loners eyes locked on hers, and then his power hit her. Ten. Like the ones that killed her pack..her parents..and she froze. She froze! Mika stared eyes wide at the huge brute as he held her with a look of disgust..his words flooded over her, and stuck in her head like a broken record player. She wanted to speak, snarl, show the brute that if he wanted a fight. She would have his blood! But nothing came out, and numbly she watched him start to take the boar. She was just looking away at the sounds of boots when Van fell to his knees beside her speaking fast. His worry radiated through him, but she had no words as he moved efficiently as if he had done this before..many times. She gasped in pain as his hands came over her wound with the stripe of cloth. She then bite her lip to stop any other pathetic noise from leaving her until he was done. "Van..the wolf.." She breathed in worry turning her head to see if the loner was still with them. It just made her dizzy so instead she just forced herself in the direction of her pack mate. Right into his arms, and chest that to her was as warm as a nice cozy fire. How did this happen..he had asked her a question. Her wolf suddenly surged forward a bit giving her more strength, and clearing her head. Mika her teeth a bit more canine looked up at Van. "I forgot the number one rule...don't jinx yourself." She let her lips turn up into a one sided smirk.

[feather_light_flight]

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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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Amos looked around as the girl glanced
about anxiously, sniffing the air to see if he
could get a read. "I'm not sure. Come on.
Best we get back to the cabin then and find
out what's going on." Amos stood up,
nodding to Hayden and Violet to follow
as he started walking.

It wasn't unusual for Amos to take small
charges like this. Despite being an Omega,
he was headstrong and stubborn. Like any
wolf should be in his opinion.

"Violet, what do you think might have
happened to the others?" Dark brown
eyes glanced back to assess the she wolf.
Amos trusted instincts, especially when
they put someone on edge like they did
with her.

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repost for cybil
Cybil's icy blue eyes were torn
from the sky, drawn to the hesitant loner that sat,
avoiding looking at the food. "What do you
mean?" A confused look flashed across the
Beta's face before she laughed, a sound that
would make one think of fairy bells. "Are
you asking why I'm helping you?" Incredulous.
That described the Beta as she stared at the
handsome Loner.

"You're really not used to people being nice,
are you Kyle?" Pink lips tugged into a
bemused smirk as the girl played with a lock
of silvery hair, blinking thoughtfully. "I guess
I'm doing it because you need it. You're starving.
So you're hungry. And I have food to spare.
So sharing it makes sense." A small shrug
and the beta sat back, "It makes sense to
think that everyone wants something. And
in a sense that could be true. Like I wouldn't
mind if, as a result of me helping you, we
became friends. But I'm not expecting you to
be my friend just because I got you a meal.
I got you a meal because you need food. Does
that make sense? I don't know, maybe it's just
how I think." The blond shut up suddenly, a
blush creeping across her cheeks as she realized
she was rambling. "Sorry..."

[Lavellan]

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𝑅ó𝒾𝓈í𝓃 𝑀𝒸𝐿𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓁𝒾𝓃
Huntress
Level Four
21
❃

Form: Human
Location: Dining Room
Tags: Elizabeth/Mika/Freida/
Benjamin/Everyone

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The blue gaze was ripped from her lap as she heard her name, and her eyes fell on Mika with a smile as the Omega introduced her to the Lead Huntress. "Hi, it's nice to meet you!" she chimed melodically, a sweet smile offered to Freida as the other girl's attention was pulled by another pack member. Her gaze moved opposite the table to Ellie once again, and she gave her a wide smile, then cast a jokingly sad expression, pouting lower lip and all, down to the food, sure that the other girl must be as hungry as she was. Her face fell slightly as the Alpha made himself present. Was she supposed to smile to him? Was she to avert her gaze, avoid eye contact? She didn't know, pack dynamics were not something she was very familiar with. As Benjamin passed her, she cast her gaze down, but feeling a bit braver, offered him a small smile that he probably didn't see as he took his seat at the top of the table. She let her hands sit quietly on her lap as he began to speak, offering her full attention to the man. His supportive words pulled a little smile onto her face as she let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding. Her vision of an 'Alpha' was similar to that of a principal that she had had in school - in power, but completely authoritative, not willing to listen to any problems unless they affected her directly. Benjamin didn't seem to be like that, and for that she was glad. Her gaze flitted to Ellie at her call of support, and she nodded in agreement, another smile gracing her lips as the Alpha cast his eyes down to the meal in front of him. She turned her own attention down to the plate in front of her. Licking her lips, she cast a wolfish grin to Ellie. "I mean, it's no pizza..." She said with a laugh. It may not be pizza, but the spaghetti still called to her, her stomach rumbling once again, begging her to wait no longer. "Enjoy!" She beamed to the huntress who sat across, swirling her fork in one quick, skilled movement to scoop up a mouthful. The sweet tang that came from the tomato sauce caused her to shut her eyes, savoring every single second of the meal. She was still enjoying her last bite when Chef walked in, and her curiosity piqued. She had not met the Chef previously, but the woman's loud, clear voice made her sure that this woman was to be listened to. Her eyes brightened at the mention of a morning hunt, a small smile tugging at her lips. A chance to stretch her legs, to show what she could do, and to see what her fellow hunters could do as well.

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𝕂𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕟 𝕄𝕔𝕃𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕝𝕚𝕟
Loner
Level Seven
21
☽

Form: Wolf
Location: Caves
Tags: Elspeth

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"A pleasure." He said simply, the words leaving his mouth as nothing more than a formality, a remains of the training his mother had drilled into him as a child. Standing silently, he shook out his pelt, dispelling dirt and dust quickly, as though it had not bothered him before now. A crystal for protection and strength? Part of him scoffed at the idea, but another part was curious. Maybe he should get one for himself. Remaining on all four paws as he looked back to Elspeth, he noted her expression of confusion, and responded to it with one of his own. Slightly taken aback by her almost sudden outburst, inquiring about his past, his ears flicked quickly, tilting his head at the question almost comically. "Where am I from?" He repeated blankly, sitting once again. A curious one, this Elspeth. That wasn't the first question he would have asked a stranger, but, then again, he wasn't really the one to talk to strangers. "Well... Long story short..." He began, a half-laugh rising from his chest like a short bark. "Ireland, originally. I lived there until we-" Catching himself quickly, he backtracked, wars pinning for a millisecond. "Until I was 16. Then my mother got a job over here, and, well, here I am. Dragged away from friends and family to live in a foreign country just so mother could earn an extra few bucks." His last words were spat, each syllable dripping with spite that stung like acid. With a shrug-like movement, he offered her a sort of smile, "Totally not salty about it any more." He stated shortly, his barking half-laugh rumbling through the clearing once again. "And you? Where are you from?"

[Cultro]

Kyle
Male
17
Loner
Omega
Forest
Tags: Cybil

"You do not have to apologize." Kyle said, the voice still rough from unfamiliar speech.
"I like it when you're talking, you have a pretty voice,", he admitted, wondering if that was a sign of weakness too much. The blonde girl should not think that he was soft, or that he would not attack her, If she gives him a reason for it.
Slowly he slipped a bit closer to the bag, his eyes alternately on the cans full of food or at the beta before he snatched a container and pulled It to himself.
"I'm not used to people at all." he announced, roughly, at her question and sniffed at the food suspiciously, in case it was poisoned.
You could never know.
He could imagine that the pack wanted to get rid of him, so why not lure the famished loner with food then poison him?
But the food smelt really good, he felt like he opened his mouth to suck the unusual odor.
This was meat - but it smelled quite different from the uncooked prey he was used to eat.
"Does your pack know you're here?" He asked, distracting from his strange behavior

[feather_light_flight]

(changing post format since i have a third character now)

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[ Cybil ]
"On the whole, human beings want to be good,
but not too good, and not quite all the time..."
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Cybil shook her head, a small laugh erupting from her chest as she
looked up at the hesitant brute, "God no. If my pack knew where
I was, one of them is sure to throw a fit." The Beta smiled to
herself and leaned back onto her elbows, head lolling back so that
her silvery blonde hair brushed against the grass and pooled in a
tangle of silk. "Besides, why would I tell them where I'm going?
I promised that I wasn't a danger to you. And while my pack
may not like loners, I personally don't have a problem with
them."

The Beta's body was completely vunerable. Stretched out and taunt
like a wire to be snapped. Her neck was completely exposed, and her
eyes closed as she swayed her head side to side, smiling to herself.
If the Beta had any doubt about this loner, any clue that he might
attack her, she didn't show it. She was completely relaxed and trusting
around him, and perhaps it was just her way of making peace with his
hesitant trust of her. Perhaps this was how the Beta proved her lack
of danger.

Silently, the young blonde wondered where Mika and Van had gone
to hunt. Her stomach churned at the thought of them alone in the
woods, but she wasn't sure why. Sighing and shaking away the dark
thoughts, the Beta looked up once again, smiling softly as she waited
for the Loner to trust her enough to eat.

[Cultro]

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

"Don´t worry, Mika. He was already gone when I came and should he dare to come back, he will not bend your hair,I promise.
But he's gone. Everything is okay now.", he assured softly, hesitantly stroking her soft hair before he took out a dry leaf and threw it back to the ground, where it belonged.
He was unsure of what to say to her, to make her feel better.
He had no such experience.
In fighting and killing and perhaps also in saving lives, but not in cheering up an innocent girl like Mika.
But what he knew was that he had to take her away. It was best to be warm and to someone who knew how to deal with such injuries.
Maybe the pack healer.
Determinately, he straightened his back and made sure that the bandage did not soak before he announced:
"We have to bring you back, do you think you're holding the pain when I varyy you cautiously?", he asked her gently, yet determined, stroking a strand from her pale cheek.

[Post with Kyle will follow]

[Cultro]

Kyle
Male
17
Loner
Omega
Forest
Tags: Cybil

Kyle nodded.
So Cybils pack did not like loners, as he had guessed. But that was to be expected. No pack wanted to have loners on their territory, which chased away their prey.
Although this was not the case in his case, as we could guess earlier.
Kyles different eyes remained on her neck and her long, smooth hair, as she lolled arounfd on the ground, and he felt a strange sensation, while watching her, causing red cheeks.
However, with her smile and her innocent behavior, she not only let his heart beat faster, but slowly he dared to lift the fork and carry a piece of meat to his lips.
Still looking at her, he took a first bite. Actually, he had wanted to eat his food slow, for safety, but as the taste met his tongue, he gasped for air.
That was simply fantastic. He could have cried, If he would allow himself such a nakedness in front of someone else.
Although he had forbidden himself, he could not help but wring.