❦ Evergreen Reservation ❦ {Werewolf RP} Accepting

[♚ Queen ♚]

Zane Bright loner lvl 5 is open for whoever.

MARC

Tags: Ferrell

Finished carving he placed it on a rock by the stream were it wouldn't be washed away, but easily seen. He usually left his carvings for others to find or for the animals to do with as they pleased. Marc grabbed his boots pulling them on before lacing them up. Done, he grabbed his pack swinging it over his shoulder before setting off in the direction of the cabin. He only had a couple of territories to cross sections loners seemed to have marked their own for whatever reason. He never did such a thing instead enjoying the roaming life. He went were he pleased, and didn't mind if another did as well. Meeting other loners usually was no problem to him as his power was either higher or he was more tactical. After a bit of wandering Marc paused at the beginning of the first patch of land a loner called their own. He had seen this three legged female, but didn't bother interacting as he just entered these lands a day ago. Now it was in between him, and his destination. Without another thought he crossed into it his stride never faltering as he moved with one hand in his pocket nonchalantly, and the other holding his belongings. He knew it wouldn't be long before his scent hit the female, but he did wonder if she would confront him or not.

[Valeska]

Ferrell/ Loner (6)/ Personal Territory/ Tags: Marc

Ferrell was so done interacting with other werewolf loners. She had never remembered how tiring it could be, until today. Dragging her feet deeper into her territory, the brown wolf longed to curl up in her den and sleep the day away. She wasn’t one to eat a ton, so she could last a day or two without having to hunt. The equation summed up to more sleep on her part. The very idea sounded totally divine. Ferrell closed her blue eyes and took in the Sun’s warmth as she trekked on in the direction of her nice cozy den.

Before she knew it, Ferrell’s dream that was about to become a reality came crashing down on her. Groaning in irritation at the intrusion of another loner, CJ let the “change” come over her; transforming her from wolf to human.

Huffing her waist length brown hair out of her face, CJ picked up a knife in her hand, then proceeded to track down the intruder. CJ had slipped into a strange territorial calm, allowing her to be ruthless but calm on the outside. She didn’t care what gender, rank, personality, or pathetic excuses were used to explain the trespassers reasons for being on her territory.
The wolf in her would fight to the last breath to still hold control over the little territory she claimed.

With each stride, Cecilia came closer to her target. From what little she could tell from the scent, the wolf was male and held a higher rank than her. Both bits of information weren’t making her jump with joy. If anything they were making her stride faster in the direction of the scent.

Ferrell rounded a rock face corner to make eye contact with a lean human male wearing a backpack, cutting across the center of her turf. Without much thought in the motion, Ferrell gripped her knife, aimed at the right side of the guy’s head and threw with all her strength and anger.

A feral grin formed on her face when the blade hit her designated target; the tree to the guy’s right. Ferrell took a step closer, taking a strong stance as she picked up another dagger, in case it was needed.

“Get the h*ll off my territory before I skin you alive. And let me tell you in won’t be pretty.” Ferrell snarled, showing her elongated human canines.

[♚ Queen ♚]

MARC

Tags: Ferrell

Marc trekked easily enough over the foliage the forest held his breathing calm as was his stance. He knew when he wasn't alone - could feel it. Her scent also had increased drastically, but he still did not see her at least until a knife hit a tree with a loud thud beside his head. Marc paused raising a brow as the woman finally revealed herself ever so hostile. "I will, get off your territory that is, but I need to go that way.". He said pulling the knife from the tree then using it to point behind her. "Just passing through, not hunting or doing whatever loners do to piss you off." He told her his voice calm, uncaring, and clear. He flipped the blade to hold it before handing her the hilt. "Good aim, and throw. Only seen that in the military." He told her before reshouldering his pack then taking a step forward, but to the side of her in aims of passing. She didn't want company, and he didn't want issues. Win win if she just let him pass.

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Hayden Rhee / Healer / age 19 / male
Currently: At the cabin, human form / tagged: Amos, Benji, Mika, Violet (mention)

"All done." Hayden tied off the last stitch and bit his lip as he surveyed the wound, much neater looking now that all the surrounding gore had been cleaned off and the edges had been sewn together. "Just let me bandage that and you'll be good to go." Hayden quickly bandaged the wound, unrolling a length of adhesive bandage off of the brand-new roll that he'd retrieved from the cupboard. He was going to suggest that someone help Mika to her room, but she already asked it of Benji before he could even mention it. "Just make sure to report back in a few days to change the bandage, and if it feels hot or develops pus, you should let me or Violet know right away," he told the omega, with a glance at Benji to make sure the alpha also heard his words, seeing as in Mika's current drowsy state he wasn't sure how much of his advice she was actually hearing.

Speaking of Violet, where could she have got to?

"Getting something to eat sounds like a good idea," Hayden agreed, with a glance at Amos, who he knew had missed dinner the same as he had. He hoped there would be leftovers in the kitchen that they could chow down on, and maybe they would run into Violet on the way there? Hayden was inclined to be worried about the girl. She was only sixteen, and if she was in her human form she might get hurt without her crutches. Hadn't today's incident already proved that there were dangerous wild animals lurking in the woods?

"Hey, Amos. Let's go." Trusting in the alpha to take care of Mika, Hayden came around the table and waited for Amos before starting towards the kitchen. The supplies still needed to be cleaned up but heck, he was starving, and putting those things away could wait. He would definitely return to put everything in order before he went to bed tonight.

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[ Amos ]
"So dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay..."
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Amos nodded and followed Hayden to the kitchen,
holding one hand to his temple in an attempt to
rid himself of the headache that was quickly
forming. "So I take it you've been a healer
all your life then? The way you handled yourself
was quite admirable." The blonde man took
a step into the kitchen, glancing at Hayden with
a curious gaze before turning his attention to
the sparkling kitchen.

Perhaps there was some food in the fridge? Amos
walked in, opening the ice box and peeking in at
the assortment of ingredients there. Chef certainly
kept a well organized ship, that was for sure.
"I don't see any left overs, but I'm sure we can
whip something up for ourselves." Dark brown
eyes looked upwards to see if the healer approved.

It was strange, Amos rarely felt so casual around
other wolves, normally preferring to act flirtatious
and confident. Of course, these traits hadn't totally
dissipated. His voice was still honey and milk smooth,
and he still carried himself like an alpha. But they
were relaxed, more approachable.

[inactive20000009]

Hayden Rhee / Healer / age 19 / male
Currently: At the cabin, human form / tagged: Amos

Hayden looked round in surprise at the unexpected compliment, and blushed a little. "I've just got a lot of experience, I suppose. Both my parents were... like healers, I suppose, only in human society instead of as part of a pack." He sighed. "It was pretty nerve-wracking, though, what just happened, now that I actually think about it! With Benjamin there and everything, it's a wonder I didn't screw something up." As soon as he said the words, Hayden wished he could take them back. Good going, hot shot. Amos was just admiring the way you handled yourself and now he knows that you're not really a confident person at all.

"You weren't so bad yourself," the healer mentioned, hoping to get the topic of conversation off himself, and also out of genuine admiration he hadn't had a chance to fully express while he was focused on the job at hand. "I don't know much about omega powers, but it can't exactly be easy to influence someone else's mood, right? Anyway, you were a big help. I wish you could be around all the time." Was that too forward?! "I-- I mean, whenever I'm treating patients," Hayden quickly clarified. "Although I think you're great company as well, I just--" Shut up, Hayden, until you can say something useful! "--yeah."

At least if he was eating he'd be less able to say stupid things. Hayden turned his attention to the food situation. "Sure, I'm fine with that. I'm not much of a cook, though," he warned, coming over to peek over Amos's shoulder at the contents of the refrigerator. "Did you have anything in mind?"

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[ Amos ]
"So dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay..."
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Amos smiled as he glanced over his shoulder at
Hayden, who was dangerously close to the Omega.
"Well I'm sure I can whip something up." A
playful twinkle gleamed in Amos's chocolate eyes
as he stood and turned, body brushing against Hayden's
as he glanced down at the healer, "Was there
something else you wanted from the fridge pup?"

His voice was low, silky, and a teasing smirk tugged
at his lips as he stared at Hayden, eyes half lidded as
he leaned closer, breath fanning across the brute's face,
"Or should I begin cooking for us hm?"

Another smirk, Amos was cool and flirtatious as ever,
and having Hayden right in front of him only egged his
troublesome nature on.

[Cultro]

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

Van followed her gaze into the tingling cold post-gleam, which was clear against his expectations this afternoon. The deep blue seemed to be spotted with pale blue spots, where large groups of stars gave white light, and the glitter of the white dots looked like a sarcastic laugh at the wolf.
When she said in a low voice: ""Sorry. I know I don't make a lot of sense. I just...
I think they're really pretty.", Van took his gaze from the sky and peered down at the girl.
"Then they have at least something in common with you," he said softly, resting his chin on her head again.
She was quite cold, more than he, though it was him, who was sitting free from the body in the night-cold meadow.
"I've never seen the stars like this ... Where I come from they tell us different stories, which are not as beautiful as your thoughts. They are... sad."
He swallowed a lump, and dared to look up into the cold firnament, which was not clouded.

[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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Her mention of wanderlust caused a little flame to burn under his amber eyes. He knew that feeling all too well. The need to explore, to travel far, far away. It was similar to the need to stretch your legs, except it was a need that could not be sated by mere exercise. "Romania? Wow." He said softly. The Eastern European country was one of the furthest within the continent from the small island just off the North Western coast of Europe, but he knew of it all the same. His father used to tell him that he had distant relations there, that he would take them to visit someday, but those notions, as well as his father, were long gone. As her question reached his ears, pulling him from his thoughts, he smiled softly. "I guess. The weather was always miserable, and, in our town, everyone knew everyone. You could never escape someone you knew." With a quick laugh ending that sentence, he shook out his pelt once again. "I suppose it was my friends that I missed most, rather than the actual place. It was really weird moving to the middle of nowhere, but nice at the same time. We lived in a big house near a woods, where a wolf could stretch his legs daily, without worrying about someone finding you." Bunching his muscles, he launched forward suddenly, covering the ground between him and the dens in one leap, then climbing up to the level where she sat with another one. Keeping a distance, he sat opposite her, his tail wrapping around his front paws as he sat, as straight as a statue, gaze softened slightly as he watched her. Now that he was within striking distance, perhaps staring intently was not the correct body language. "What about you? Do you miss Romania, or do you prefer your wandering?"

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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's cheeks heated at his comment and she
quickly averted her eyes back to the skies above.
When he spoke, Van's voice was soft, contemplative.
Cybil couldn't help but enjoy the way it rumbled
through his chest when she leaned against it.
But it was his statement that caught her the most
off guard. Sad stories? "What kind of stories? Can
you tell me one?" The Beta's eyes flickered
from star to star, a curious line settled on her lips,
somewhere between a smile and a quirk.

The chilly night air blew through the clearing again,
and Cybil found shelter in Van's warm chest, though
she had to wonder how the fighter was not shivering
himself. Curious. As the Beta waited for a response,
one lithe hand fiddled with a lock of her hair, picking
out tangles and smoothing it down before moving
on to the next lock of silver.