[ l e v i ]
Male
Loner
3.5 years
Tags; Khee, Luna
Male
Loner
3.5 years
Tags; Khee, Luna
Peacefully chomping on his squirrel, Levi caught some noises. Wolves. Hm. They didn't sound like good noises at all. Wolfing down the rest of the furry critter in one gulp, Levi padded towards the sounds. Head tilted, ears cocked, he peered through the bushes. He didn't interrupt - he wanted no wounds today. Besides, he didn't know what the heck they were arguing (or fighting) about.
One of them bit into the other! Levi could see that one (the biter) was a fae. Stunning black with green eyes like emeralds. The other was a brute - black like the fae, but with hints of white peeking out from under the midnight color. He, too, had light green eyes.
Levi paused, seeing the female leave. Emerging from the bushes, the brute approached the other black male. "Ah, she got you good,
didn't she?" He gave a little half-laugh. But, really, this was serious. Levi decided to pursue the fae. Sprinting, he followed her trail.
She couldn't have gone far. Catching up with her, Levi leapt to the side, skidding around in front of her to face her. Standing straight up again, he peered at her, examining her (in his opinion, beautiful) features. "Hello." Levi's voice was calm and collected, but he wasn't sure she'd react the same way, hence her just tearing into another wolf, so he was prepared.
[ w i l d e ]
Female
4 years
SnowStar pack
Lead Fighter
Crush; Hann
Tags; Hann
Female
4 years
SnowStar pack
Lead Fighter
Crush; Hann
Tags; Hann
"When I choose to be." She said, returning Hann's licks. Pausing a moment, Wilde entwined her tail with his. Wilde had a feeling that this talk would be significant and now saw why. After a year - much longer than most wolves took - the tri-colored fae could soon say something she'd never before. She was Hann's. His love, his muse, his inspiration. But first Hann had to ask the question. The question. "So?" A soft grin settled on her muzzle as she turned to lick Hann's ear and look into his eyes. "Are you gonna ask me or not?"
[ r e a p e r ]
Male
6 years
Kali's uncle
DarkStorm pack
Fighter
Tags; Open
Male
6 years
Kali's uncle
DarkStorm pack
Fighter
Tags; Open
Tired slumber drifted him along. He slept a good six hours. No thoughts of war. It had been nice. But it was time to wake up to the real world. Reaper blinked his eyes open. Instantly they narrowed. He didn't see many wolves out today. What were they doing?
Those peasants, no-goods, they slept in too late and they couldn't even wake at dawn to do their simplest hun - Reaper stopped himself mid-thought. He had slept in, of course, but thought nothing of that. Kali's uncle was who he was and he planned on milking it. The black wolf could sleep as long as he wished. However, Reaper had a bitter taste in his mouth thinking of that. He had been given a rank. No, not alpha. Or Beta. Or lead anything! He was - sigh - a mere fighter! Reaper growled low in his throat. If those other fighters wanted to train, Reaper would be the challenge to tackle. With a tall, thick build, solid canines and a bushy black coat, Reaper was practically born to fight. Still, his rank made him almost as unhappy as to think of the SnowStars. And, boy, did he hate them.