❦ Evergreen Reservation ❦ {Werewolf RP} Accepting

[WildlingQueen]

He watched carefully as she tread through the house, turning to her as she spoke. His home. He liked the sound of it, though he was still rather uncertain of the pack, the amount of wolves he would confront on a day to day basis. He pushed the worry to the back of his mind, watching the way her cheeks flushed red as she had caught his eyes trailing her. She lead him up the stairs, slipping into a room that, even in human form, smelled strongly of hers. She only confirmed the thought that it was her room when she told him she was changing. He smirked, “Ah, shouldn’t I buy you dinner before we go this far, ay princess?” he teased, his eyes dancing with flirtatiousness that seemed to ooze from his stomach. “Or is this your way of keeping an eye on me?” he growled, though he had no threat in his voice. He moved towards her, hovering over her with a daring glint in his red rust iris’s.

[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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When did the air get so thick? Cybil could practically
feel the heat coming off of Nomad's form as he stepped
closer to her. Shimmering eyes traced up, blue clashing
with his rusted gaze as she blinked, forcing herself to
turn back to her wardrobe as if the wolf behind her
didn't set her entire body on edge.

Selecting a simple outfit, the girl glanced over
her bare shoulder, slipping her hair away from her
back and heading to the bathroom. The door shut
behind her and she groaned inwardly, forcing herself
to control the wolf inside. She had always maintained
perfect control and yet this new loner set her on edge.
With a small shiver she changed quickly, re emerging into
the room as she tugged her long hair into a low pony
tail. The girl had donned a simple set of loose shorts and
a plain pink tanktop. She was the very image of comfort
and yet she still seemed ethereal.

[BetrayedSoul]

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B-a-s-t-i-l-l-e || M-a-t-h-e-w-s

Age: 19
Rank: Lead Fighter
Form: Human
Location: House
Mood: Irritated+Confused+Disappointed
Tags: Cybil+Nomad// OPEN

He stood in front of the two, looking down at them with strict stare. The grip on his dagger never eased, always tightly wrapped with his fingers. Bastille clenched his jaws tightly, teeth grinding against each other as he waited. Finally, when the female was done cleaning off the grass blades or whatever she had on her and walked over to him, he tilted his head. How odd she looked with a smile, he wasn't used to it and he didn't understand it one bit. Why is she smiling? What's there to smile about? this new place was definable not what he was used to, not one bit. It bothered him extremely, since this might take a while to get used to...If at all anyway. He relaxed his jaws and slid his knife in the side hook on his side, before crossing his arms over his chest. When the female started to deliver her answer to his question, he grunted ever so slightly. She was the Alpha? So bubbly...How does this even work to lead a pack or deliver any orders at all. It is kind of hard to take someone seriously for acting that way. He thought to himself, since he couldn't dare say anything against the Alpha. No matter what he thought about the Alpha, he has to be loyal to whoever the leader is and cannot say anything negative, well at least try not to. At the end of her introduction, he could pin-point who Cybil was and who Nomad was. Nodding once as a gesture that he understood.
Eyes peel off Cybil toward Nomad. His eyes immediately narrowed, and he felt heated. Stepping a step closer to him he'd glare at him, clearly showing anger sparking like a fire in the orbs of his eyes. Unfolding his arms, Bastille now stood a few feet away from Nomad before finally speaking up with a strict voice."Stop acting up over nothing, you imbecile. Throwing shade like that will only send trouble down your path. Oh, and do believe me when I say that you mean nothing to me."He meant ever word that came slithering out his mouth. Bastille cannot stand any disrespect, no matter what rank he was, he will not ignore it. Bas will stand up for himself and say what he had to say, or what was on his mind. Yet, he does partially admit that it wasn't all of him saying that to Nomad. Bastille was still angry being sent away from his pack. Plus, it is Bastille's personality and temperament which could reach boiling hot, extremely quickly over little things. Better kill off the little problems or issues before they start to grow. It was how he was raised anyway, and it worked perfectly in his last pack. It made sense to do it here anyway. The small accident was probably that the Alpha was standing right there over everything he had said to Nomad. Hopefully she'll understand. The long travel on foot from another pack must have took a toll on his temperament. He looked back at Cybil and nodded once more. "Okay, Cybil."Glaring once more at Nomad he'd walk inside the house, he was indeed hungry or dehydrated. Wasn't completely sure. Sometimes the thoughts or ideas running through his mind make him forget little things, like eating or drinking. Yet, after he finds something he needs to train outside immediately. It is necessary to release his anger before he does something that he might ever so slightly regret. Which was rare, yet possible.

[♚ Queen ♚]

MIKA

Tags: Alastair & Rosaline

Mika shifted uncomfortable as she waited for the female to say something, or do something. She didn't really know what she was getting herself into with a tear streaked girl. It wasn't so much she was worried about a fight as despite her demeanor she was actually a really good fighter. Not that anyone knew it in the pack yet, and she would like to keep it that way. If push came to shove she doubted anyone in the pack could win against her..Cybil would be a challenge, and so would Alastair. Speaking of her mate, and she might as well call him that due to her wolf not accepting it any other way. She smelt him nearing, and frowned since that meant they had been in the same spot for a bit. She turned her head to peer over her shoulder a small wave of her tail showing as she spotted him. He was like a shadow pulling away from its comfortable darkness with his dark pelt. Her eyes ate him up hungrily as his words swirled about her audits. She waited until he settled beside her closing her eyes to place her head against his shoulder before speaking softly," I'm still waiting for her to respond, but how was it at camp?" She asked wondering if it was wise to leave a loner with the pack. Which she realized was foolish because her pack could handle one loner just fine. "Did Cybil approve?" She asked letting her curiosity shine through.

[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 >> Nervous, Reminiscent
Location >> Luke's Den
Tags >> Luke
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...she is fierce."

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She had been preparing to say that she couldn't really explain how she did her braiding to keep it together being she hadn't ever really thought about it. Before she could even open her mouth, though, Luke surprised her with his request for her to braid his hair, holding out the brush to her. Kathrine's reflexes wanted to make her shy away from the brush as it had moved towards her, her instincts wanting to think of it as a threat, but she refused to let her body move away. Still, she was a bit startled by the forwardness of the request and it took her a moment to respond, "S-Sure. I will do my best to try and tame it a bit for you." Kathrine wasn't sure why she'd said yes. She guessed it was because of the warm feeling in her chest that had beckoned her to accept. She wasn't sure where it had come from, but because it was a strange - and yet strangely comfortable - feeling, she obliged. Gingerly, she took the brush from him, her fingers unintentionally brushing against his as she did. The feeling made an odd twinge send a shock wave through her arm, a wave that wasn't unpleasant but confused her a bit.

She cautiously moved across the mattresses and animal skins that covered them and moved to sit behind him, her watchful and curious icy gaze still carefully observing for displeasure or discomfort so that she could back off before she upset him. She found that even sitting, Luke seemed to tower over her and she had to stand up on her knees to be able to comfortable reach his hair. Kathrine grew nervous again; she'd never been this close to anyone in human form since she was a child. Her heart began to beat faster in her chest even though she didn't really know why and she noticed her hands trembling a little bit. She hesitated again before touching him and quickly added, "If I pull too hard, just tell me to stop, ok?" Gathering up the courage, she forced her hands forward and began to braid his brown locks. It was soft to the touch, though, she could still feel a hint of coarseness that was obviously from the genes of the wolf and time spent in wolf form rather than human. As her fingers moved his hair back and forth in the braid, his scent filled her nose, a scent of the sea. Kathrine remembered the scent well as her family had vacationed on the Coast of her home state when she was little and she'd never forgotten the smell. It was like home even though she'd been born in the mountains and forests; it just always stuck with her and she unknowingly smiled a bit at the memories the smell brought.

Finding that she'd had another hair band in her pocket from the last shift into human, as Kathrine finished the braid of Luke's hair, she wrapped the band in his hair to keep the ends together and leaned back, "Ok, that should help." She started moving back over to the other mattress again as to not invade his personal space anymore.

[azhefa.]

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

when she hesitates to respond, luke starts to falter a little and was about to draw back the brush he was holding out, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but she beats him to it and agrees to braid his hair. he slowly releases the breath he didn't know he had been holding and his lips tilt up in a light smile. as she takes the brush from him, their fingers lightly touch, eliciting a response that makes even his wolf perk up in curiosity. an odd fluttering warmth in his gut that he's never experienced before. while he tries to figure out what this weird new feeling was, kathrine moves across the bed towards him, making the flutter worse which makes his inner wolf give a little growl in his mind. to make things even more confusing, the sound wasn't at all aggressive. luke blinks a bit and shoves away both his wolf and the emotions he doesn't understand, focusing on kathrine's voice as she speaks again. her words make him chuckle a bit, as if she could pull harder than he does while brushing, but just nods in response, "okay."

he doesn't notice that he was too tall until she sits up on her knees, but before he could move to the floor she starts her braiding. to his surprise, the light tugs actually felt nice, like a kind of massage for his scalp. it took almost all his will power to remain still and not lean back into the feel of her hands, even his wolf was enjoying it. he can feel her body heat on his back as she braids, a rather pleasant warmth even though it shouldn't feel as nice since it was already pretty warm in the den. with her being so close, he can pick up her scent, something that he had only gotten brief whiffs of before. she had a rather lovely scent, the forest with a hint of some kind of spice he couldn't really place. luke almost made a noise of disappointment when kathrine finishes the braid, but quickly swallows it before it could surface. out of reflex, he reaches up and feels the braid, nodding with satisfaction as he feels how straight and snug it was. he gives kathrine a smile as he continues to play with the end of the braid, "thanks, now it won't fall out and get into a tangled mess." his smile fades a little as she moves away, but doesn't stop her since she was probably uncomfortable. luke sits silently for several long moments, not really sure what else to say. he glances over to the clock on his little side table and sees how late it was, no wonder he was starting to feel tired. luke looks back to kathrine and clears his throat softly before speaking, "would you like to sleep here or in one of the other dens nearby? i can pull the mattresses apart if being close makes you uncomfortable." though his voice was calm and only fumbled slightly, luke was actually having to work hard to keep his nerves from showing. why was he feeling so weird? did he eat bad meat or something? he's never felt so confused or unsure of himself before and it was starting to freak him out a bit.

[Lavellan]

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𝑅ó𝒾𝓈í𝓃 𝑀𝒸𝐿𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓁𝒾𝓃
Huntress
Level Five
21
Scent: Roses
❃

Form: Human
Location: Coronation Room
Tags: Art

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Róisín couldn't stop the light giggle from bubbling up her throat, aware of his hand entwined with hers but not minding in the slightest. His reaction to the wine was far from what she was expecting - her first reaction to the drink was a disgusted face, an unhappy noise, and a whole lot of laughter from her older family members during some sort of celebration or another. Her family had been big fans of celebrating anything and everything - birthdays, holidays, achievements, new neighbors, a good grade on a test - everything was celebrated with lots of food and lots of drink. Her first glass of wine had been during her seventeenth birthday - her mother had offered the twins a glass each, eager for their first tastes of alcohol to be under an adult supervised situation where they couldn't get in any trouble. It hadn't been Kieran's first - he and his friends were active party goers, but Miss Goody-Two-Shoes McLoughlin had never touched alcohol before in her life, and the entire family gathered around to see this "momentous occasion". She was pulled from her thoughts when she noticed that Art had drained his glass in one quick swig, her blonde eyebrows shooting into her hair with surprise. "Whoa, whoa! Take it easy!" She laughed, moving the empty glass away from him playfully.
When his hand squeezed hers, she ran her thumb across the back of his hand almost mindlessly, a soft, calming movement across his soft skin. His almost childlike excitement over the food at the table was contagious, and, as he reached for the tiny brownies, she found her mouth watering just a little. She set down her wine, picking up one with her free hand, taking a tiny bite to sever it in half. Her eyes closed for a second as she savoured the taste, chewing slowly, almost carefully with a soft sigh. Popping the final bite into her mouth, she glanced down to pick up her wine again, only to find Art watching her carefully, almost scrutinizing her. She blinked quickly as he spoke, a light blush colouring her cheeks as he spoke. "Wow, thank you!" She beamed, squeezing his hand softly.
A soft silence fell between them from a moment as she took another sip. It was not an unpleasant silence at all, just two new friends enjoying each other's company. Feeling far more at peace than she had since she arrived, Róisín cast a glance around the room. Pack members were milling about, chatting, wandering in and out, and, to Róisín's relief, it felt like home.
She looked to Art with a slow blink as he spoke again, a small smile gracing her lips. "What's my favourite colour?" She repeated, looking away as she thought. An image popped into her mind, but... How could you describe that colour? "So..." she began, drawing the word out to give her more time to think. "You know when when you're somewhere tropical, or even if you're at the beach on a sunny day, and the sea is almost totally clear, and it's that soft mix of green and blue?" She spoke without looking at him, concentrating on the image in her head. She looked back to him, one eyebrow raised. "That's a really awkward way to say turquoise." She giggled, placing the wine down and picking up another tiny brownie. Gosh, they were good. "What about you?" She asked, tilting her head almost comically.

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𝕂𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕟 𝕄𝕔𝕃𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕝𝕚𝕟
Loner
Level Seven
21
Scent: Black Coffee
☽

Form: Wolf
Location: Reservation Territory.
Tags: Elspeth

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His thick fur moved in a light wave as Kieran nodded in agreement to Elspeth's statement. It might be useful to find out if there were any nooks or crannies, any small caves or dug-out ditches where a wolf could hide if they had to run, as well as finding out the main paths and hunting areas. He paused as she spoke of his friend, a small frown burrowing into his brow for a moment. Friend? He had no friends in the -
Oh! Róisín. Right. Licking his nose, he raised his muzzle to the air, hoping to pick out her scent. A wave of scents hit him, but he concentrated, searching for that one that was more familiar than the others. Sure enough, a faint scent crossed him, a scent like roses and similar to his own made itself known to him. His tail raised, ears pricking forward. The scent was still faint, as though she were inside, but it was there. His tail began to wag softly, the familiarity of the scent pulling at his . "She is!" He responded, excitement lacing his words despite his best efforts to contain it. It hadn't even been 24 hours since he saw her last, but knowing that she was still safe was enough. He didn't know what ritual sacrifices his mind had expected the pack to be doing, but the moment that she left his sight, he began to worry. He was (technically) her older brother, it was his job to worry. "She's inside, but she's definitely there." His amber eyes watched the glowing windows almost desperately, searching to spot a familiar silhouette, but none made themselves apparent.
With a soft sigh, he shook his head. He wasn't going to see her today, or probably tomorrow, but that was fine. She was safe, that was enough for him. Turning his head to Elspeth, he offered her a small smile. "Shall we continue on?" He asked, pausing for her answer before moving off. He dipped back into the trees, far enough to be hidden from the sight of the cabin, but close enough to still be able to see it. As he moved, he deliberately brushed his shoulder too-hard against a rough patch of bark, leaving a clump of fur, sitting obviously at eye level. If Ró were to pass through here, she'd know he had been here. Turning to Elspeth as he moved through the trees, he voiced his earlier thoughts. "We should look for possible escape routes, in case we ever come close again and they're not distracted. They might not take kindly to us. I know of one little stream not too far from the main entrance, so that could be easily used to disguise a scent. We can use that tonight, if anything happens suddenly. I'm sure there are more, so we can see what we come across now." His head bobbed lightly as he moved, his tail swaying softly. He cast a sideways glance to Elspeth. "Are you curious about what it looks like inside?" He asked, looking to the soft glow of the cabin through the trees. Something that homely must have a fantastic interior, and the curiosity burned beneath his skin. He'd love to sneak in some day, quietly and without any pack members knowing of it, and have a good snoop around inside. That might be difficult, though, in a house full of wolves.

[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 >> Protected
Location >> Luke's Den
Tags >> Luke
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...she is fierce."

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She'd settled herself in the middle of the other mattress, a more relaxed air about her now. She couldn't explain why she didn't feel so worried about his reactions at that moment. Maybe it was because she'd been so close to him and he hadn't shown any signs of aggression; his scent had calmed her mind a bit and his wolfish body heat had been rather comfortable. To be honest, even as warm as the cave was, she kinda missed that warm...Maybe she was just tired. She felt her eye lids getting heavy and her inner wolf asking to curl up on the animal skins beneath her. Yeah, that had to be it. The thought of where she was going to sleep hadn't really crossed her mind since the moment she'd stepped into the den. She'd been so focused on her interactions with Luke. Now that Kathrine thought of it, the answer she had hadn't changed than when she had decided outside. She glanced at him, meeting his eyes and holding his gaze, "If you don't mind me sleeping in here..then I figured I would just rest here."

She was motionless for a few moments after speaking, but then she moved, stretching her body out as she laid down on the soft animal skins and faced Luke. She sighed softly as her body rested itself now, the furs reminding her of her own fur even being in human form. Kathrine closed her eyes, making her mind rest itself for once as she felt something that she'd never felt before. Safe. She couldn't explain why or how, but she felt like she had no worries of being attacked or any thoughts of when she'd need to get up and move in a couple of hours in fear of humans finding her again. Where she was now, she felt like a child again, safe in her bedroom in her parents house with no sense of needing to worry about being hunted or having to fight anything. The feeling was a welcomed change and allowed her to relax rather quickly and started to lull her into a comfortable sleep. "Luke," Her voice was quiet and soft, as if a different side of her was speaking, "I just...thank you." She took a soft breath and continued, "You didn't have to share your den with me, and yet you did...so thank you." This was the last thing she said as her consciousness began to drift off. She was still aware of things going on around her, but she was happily accepting the dream world's call, a request she hadn't been so willing to answer in many years.

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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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When did the air get so thick? Cybil could practically
feel the heat coming off of Nomad's form as he stepped
closer to her. Shimmering eyes traced up, blue clashing
with his rusted gaze as she blinked, forcing herself to
turn back to her wardrobe as if the wolf behind her
didn't set her entire body on edge.

Selecting a simple outfit, the girl glanced over
her bare shoulder, slipping her hair away from her
back and heading to the bathroom. The door shut
behind her and she groaned inwardly, forcing herself
to control the wolf inside. She had always maintained
perfect control and yet this new loner set her on edge.
With a small shiver she changed quickly, re emerging into
the room as she tugged her long hair into a low pony
tail. The girl had donned a simple set of loose shorts and
a plain pink tanktop. She was the very image of comfort
and yet she still seemed ethereal.

[azhefa.]

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⟦ luke ✘ 21 ✘ lone werewolf ✘ level 10 ✘ romantically taken ✘ tags; kathrine ⟧

it was clear to him that she was just as tired as himself, though he was still rather surprised when she takes hold of his gaze and agrees to stay, something he wasn't really expecting. luke had figured she'd want her own space, but was proven wrong when she stretches out on the furs. the action was fairly bold considering she was in a strange male's den in her human form, something that most wouldn't even think about doing. luke's mind goes blank for several moments as he watches the she-wolf settle herself on the furs and sigh almost contently. the sound makes him blink and come out of his daze as well as confuse him even more. content? did he hear that correctly? there's no way she was content in his presence, maybe she was just too tired to really think. luke pushes the questions away as his head starts to hurt from so much thinking at once. when kathrine speaks his name in her soft sleepy voice, his heart gave a little flip, something that has never happened before. he nearly misses what she says as he internally starts to freak out about his emotions. luke clears his throat softly and shrugs lightly even though she couldn't see it with her eyes closed, "no problem, you needed a place to stay..."

as his voice trails off, he can tell that she was nearly out and huffs a deep sigh before flicking off the lantern on the side table and laying back on his side of the bed. the thought makes him pause a bit, since when was it 'his' side of the bed? the whole bed was his, not just a part of it...right? moving as slowly and gently as he can, luke turns so he lays on his side, his usual sleeping position which brings him around to face kathrine. though he was tired enough to just drop off like she did, he's unable to close his eyes. the sight of the blonde sleeping beside him sends an odd twinge through his gut, another weird feeling he has no understanding of. kathrine wasn't the first female to share his bed so why does this feel so different? she's not the first, but she will be the last... the thought drifts through his mind with a feeling of certainty, of rightness. and an emotion he hasn't felt in many years, fear. what were these emotions and these thoughts? was he loosing his mind or something? a warmth spreads through his mind as his inner wolf pushes to the surface, calming his chaotic thoughts enough to let him slowly fall to sleep. as soon as he slips into unconsciousness, his inner wolf takes over and releases a deep yet soft rumble in luke's chest. a content purring sound that luke doesn't even know he could make.