❦ Evergreen Reservation ❦ {Werewolf RP} Accepting

[WildlingQueen]

(mobile so im going to combine ali and nomads, but it will be from Nomads pov.

Ill respond to faeryn when I have my computer)

Milky brown eyes caught sight of a slender female, blond hair falling around her shoulders, framing the barness of her chest. He smirked slightly as she approached him, watching as her skirt hiked slightly when she leaned down to examine him. His eyes turned themselves to her face, still holding respect for females despite his overly flirtatious attitude. The girl reach a hand out, almost like she knew him, causing his lip to turn up in a snarl but he, surprisingly, made no moves to snap at her. Her fingers ran through his fur with ease, his ears pressing firmly against his head. He twitched and ear when she spoke to Alastair, eyes burning holes into the brute. Unlike Alastair. Nomad was a pro at holding grudges, and while that wasnt exactly the feriocity of his gaze he was sure Alastair would take it as such. Shaking out his peppered coat, he turned his gaze towards the two, a look that seemed uninterested in the verdict that awaited him. Sure he had agreed, but he and his brother had always intentionally avoided packs, both not wanting to be held down, though for seperate reasons. Admittedly, his brothers decision was the more logical of the two, he simply didn't believe in packs and his kind heart wanted to be free, to not give in to the wolf nature. Nomad, on the other hand, desired freedom from the pack specifically to feed his wolf, and that alone. It was why he stood before this alpha in wolf fur. Why he made no moves to shift any time soon. He had never craved the human side, having always given so much free will to his inner wolf, he almost forgot he was human sometimes, however, he hadnt thought about the fact that as a pack would need to change his habits. He turned his gaze to... Cybil wasnt it?... and tilted his head. When Alastair had nodded, he tuned his ears towards him, listening to his words "Yes, he's a good fighter. You could test him yourself" he remarked. Nomad twitched and ear, certain the fae wouldnt want to challenge him, in fact for a second, eyeing her again he wasnt sure how the petite girl had claimed alpha in the first place. However, the prospect of even a simple fight were overwhelming to him, something like ecstacy. His rolled his shoulders and flashed a fang, daring her almost, to fight him.

[feather_light_flight]

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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 smirked, a light sparking in her eyes, a
sly grin sliding across her soft pink lips as she
stood, stretching upwards with a soft groan
of satisfaction. "Mk, sounds like fun." The
stunning girl sauntered out the door, hips swinging
as she strode down the stairs.

With a pause in the grass, the girl hiked her dress a
bit higher to reveal knives slipped into a thigh
garter. Lowering her dress again, the alpha grinned
at the new prospect, motioning with a single finger
for him to come to her. "We'll start with human
combat, and then I'll test you in wolf form."
Lithe legs kicked off the booted heels the stunning
blonde had been wearing, and she wriggled her
toes in appreciation.

"I'm sure you're a worth while fighter, and an
efficient killer, but since we're only testing you,
let's limit on dangerous injuries." She grinned,
twirling a knife as she waited for the loner to
change to human.

[The Alpha]

➳ ♚ Kᴀᴛʜʀɪɴᴇ Rᴇʏɴᴀ Hᴀʀʟᴏᴡ ♚ ➳

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"And though she be but little,
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Age >> 20 Years
Gender >> Female
Rank >> Loner
Power of Dominance >> 10
Current Form >> Wolf/Human
Feeling >> Curious, Thoughtful
Location >> Luke's Den
Tags >> Luke
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...she is fierce."

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She watched him as he moved when his back was to her, her eyes ghosting over the scars that decorated his skin. She'd looked away again when he had turned, focusing on her hair as she braided it and hearing him sit back down on the mattress after grabbing a shirt. She appreciated the gesture, but she didn't say this out loud. Kathrine glanced over at him as he fought with the knots in his hair, her gaze more curious than cautious now. If he had wanted to attack her, he would have done it long before now, and so Kathrine relaxed her anxieties and even moved herself onto the edge of the mattress next to her. She still watched for displeasure from him, but it was more of a watch for respect than defense. He had welcomed her into his den and by the looks of it, she was the first one he had EVER done so with and while this flattered Kathrine - and made her a bit curious as to why this was - she wanted to be sure she was not rude in any way he may think she would be. She had to admit, though his wolf had a stern look about him with his glowing, red eyes, Luke's human form somehow seemed a bit kinder. Perhaps it was his eyes, the cooler shade of green that was much calmer that the fiery hue of the wolf's eyes. She looked down as the stone floor in thought after a moment, trying not to stare and ended her braid with the hair band, "I often forget that I still have a human form being I've grown so accustomed to the wolf."

She looked down at her bare feet, faintly remembering the chase from the hunters when she had lost her boots in the river. When had that been? It was cold that day, so had it been a year ago? It was hard to tell. She sighed and shook her head lightly, "The wolf came naturally to me I guess...more naturally than anything else." Since the time of her first shift, Kathrine had spent more of her days on the paws of a wolf than in the shoes of a human. The pelt had quickly become a shelter for her tattered soul, another wall of protection to keep her safe from the world when it came to attack her. And those times were more frequent than she liked. Never had Kathrine felt so free and joyful than when she was running on her paws through the forest, the wind in her fur and the scents of the forest filling her nose. Kathrine had always known that she was an outcast as a human, but she never knew why until the night the wolf appeared the first time.

She frowned at this thought though of her past, remembering the more sorrowful memories of that day. Her hands dropped to her lap for a moment, but she blinked the frown away and glanced back at him before flitting her eyes away quickly again.

[azhefa.]

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⟦ luke ✘ 21 ✘ lone werewolf ✘ level 10 ✘ bisexual/single ✘ tags; kathrine ⟧

while he fights with his frustrating hair, luke can sense kathrine's unease and caution though it was lesser than before, but still clearly there. after removing the knots from one side of his head, he sets upon the other side and turns more towards the she-wolf as he does so. the other side was much easier to untangle and soon his hair was fully brushed out and flowing like it should. luke glances over towards kathrine as she speaks, careful to turn his gaze away after a few moments so he doesn't intimidate her anymore than he may be already. a smile pulls at his lips as he listens to her words, it seems he's not the only one who prefers fur to weak flesh. luke toys with the brush for a moment, nodding in agreement as he opens his mouth to respond, but is cut off as she speaks again. for some reason the action doesn't stir any anger or irritation like it usually would, he hated to be cut off and kathrine had done so, though not on purpose. why wasn't he angry about it? luke quickly shoves the thoughts from his mind as he listens to the female again, this time giving a light chuckle as he speaks, "the fur feels more natural than skin, like the human form is the second skin instead of the wolf." he keeps his eyes on the brush in his hands as he speaks, glancing up only as he finishes. it was odd to have someone understand what it is that he was feeling, then again no one has ever wanted to just sit and talk with him so this was a first as well.

when she frowns, luke feels a faint tug somewhere in his chest as if unhappy at seeing the expression even though he can't think of a reason why it would affect him, people frown all the time. he glances up to her hair and motions towards it lightly, changing the subject rather abruptly, "how do get your braids so straight and snug? mine are always loose and curve sideways, it drives me crazy." styling his hair was not one of luke's strong suits, he usually just ties it back in either a bun or ponytail to get it out of his face. though he knows how to braid, he's not very good at all and is always fumbling with it. without even thinking first, luke holds his brush out to kathrine with a curious expression, "can you do that to mine so it will stay the next time i shift?" as soon as the words were out, he hesitates. did he really just ask her to braid his hair? the thought was very much a surprise since he hates when people touch his hair, another reason he prefers his wolf form, but the idea of kathrine touching it was totally fine. it takes a good bit of self control to keep his calm and curious expression in place and not show the pure confusion that he was fighting hard to hide.

[feather_light_flight]

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[ Nicholas ]
"You exist in time, but belong to eternity..."
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Nick shot a cursory glance to the male on shore,
shrugging lightly, "No sarcasm, I simply don't see
the harm in being nice. It's not like we're at war,
and they're just fish." His jewel colored eyes
wandered over to Fae and he smiled at her before
the male's question caught his attention.

"Yeah his name is Val. Seems to follow fae around
all the time. It's pretty cute actually." His voice
rumbled with a chuckle and he bent down again to
scoop a fish from it's home, snapping it's spine and tossing
it to the side. Silently he debated how to cook the fish up
for the night. Maybe he could find some mint leaves
and flowers, and roast them on the fish meat to add
some nice flavor.

[WildlingQueen]

(Mobile, will have my computer tonight)

Nomad's dark ears twitched, eyes narrowing. Human form? What good was human form? The delicate skin it wore was easily torn, damaged, destroyed, but a wolf, with its strong hide, fierce jaw and quick movement, that was worth while. He let out a huff, a sharp light spiraling through the air as he switched forms. He wore a heavy, leather coat, his hood hiked over his head, his blonde, almost white hair, hung over his eyes cascading him into an almost mysterious aura. His jeans hung at his waist, torn violently at the knees. Headphones hung around his neck and daggers rested at his hips. He grasped his daggers in his hands and smirked, even in human form he held the gaze of a wolf, hungry for battle. "All on you, princess" he remarked, his voice deep and raspy with a purr of flirtatious tinge. He twirled the dagger in his hand watching her body closely, ready to dodge her if she came at him.

[feather_light_flight]

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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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A smile graced the alpha's lip's as she wandered
closer to the man, still twirling her knife as casually
as tossing a baseball. Her soft blue eyes caught his
gaze as her voice lowered to a sensual purr,
"Tell me, if I'm a princess, shouldn't you be
bowing in respect? Or was it offering gifts of
frankincense and myrrh? I forgot which."
Her light tone, and almost air headed comments
were...surreal considering the situation.

In the next second, a blade zinged through the
air, barely scraping the skin on Nomad's cheek and
disappearing into the grass behind him. It had come
from the hand at her hip, which had flicked the blade into
the air with a swift bend of the wrist. The open hand
reached for another knife as the one that had been tossing
a blade prepared for battle.

[WildlingQueen]

(mobile)

Nomad smirked slightly, shrugging, his milky brown eyes dancing playfully. Her voice was sultry, enticing which caused his eyes to search her frame. He was pulled out of his thoughts as a sharp whistle rang in his ears. He moved slightly, feeling the knife she had thrown graze his cheek. As if he were in wolf form, he let out a growl, his eyes darkening as he refocused on the fight before him. He leapt forward quickly, holding his dagger in his hand, he pushed up from his legs, his dark eyes focused in on her shoulder. He allowed the knife to slide carefully along her skin, though he pushed only lightly, ensure no injuries despite the tug to push it deeper. He blinked as he landed carefully behind her, a smile sliding across his face, he raised an eyebrow, almost flirtatiously as he flashed his unusually sharp canine.

[feather_light_flight]

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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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The young blonde found herself grinning as she
twisted with the scrape of his blade, following
his body as he vaulted over her, ever the image
of an avenging angel. It tempted her more
competitive nature, and she felt a wolfish
grin dimple her cheeks. "Impressive. Let's
see how you dodge and parry though!"

With a quick breath, Nomad would find a volly
of three knives singing through the air toward's
him. The delicate alpha twisting her torso on the
last throw to push into a cartwheel that flowed into
a vaulting leap. Midair, a flash of light, and when
Cybil landed, four rust colored paws hit the ground.

Sharp blue eyes focused on the boy, hind legs crouched,
ready to pounce.

[WildlingQueen]

Nomad dodged the blades, the last of which traced its blade across his shoulder, leaving a small stream of red blood dripping down his shoulder. He snarled, turning his eyes towards the woman before him, just as her body twisted. When she landed, she was no longer in human form, but rather her wolf self stood before him, blue eyes watching him with a competitive glare. He smirked leaping through the air, in seconds, his shape switched, leaving his wolf form soaring towards her. His paws aimed themselves just behind her, and with a thud, he landed right behind her haunches, twisting his body so that he faced the she-wolf. Dirt flew from beneath his paws, his claws leaving small indents within the ground. He smirked, flashing his canines dangerously as he moved towards her again, his paws aimed at her shoulder.