Redmoon & Starlight V2 - Wolf Roleplay - Accepting!

[TheSiren]

Nova
[ Rank ] Redmoon Luna [ Age ] 3 Years Old [ Mentions ] Blaze & Niko [ Tag ]Nanuq

The world around them dimmed into the background as Nanuq began to talk. Her laugh was soft and airy, and the truth he spoke amused her. "I agree with that. " He was right, they had plenty of time, yet not enough. She was starting to realize, as time zipped by, that she could only get so much done. Her head remained on a swivel in case someone summoned her presence.

"Maybe one day, I'll have a bit more downtime to do other things," she spoke, her mocha eyes still focused on Nanuq. At least to her, the fun part of being a lower rank was having less work to do. Not to downplay anything that the others did. Everyone's role in this pack has value and great meaning. Without them, it truly would not work.

Her eyes landed on Niko and Blaze, the younger wolf's body riddled with tension. But as usual, his understanding father was to the rescue. She truly adored how great a parent Blaze was to Niko. The older wolf had taken her seriously when she gave Niko to them.

Nanuq soon regained Nova's attention, his answer did not disappoint. "That's a very positive way to look at it," She agreed. The previous territory had the past of everyone's emotional torment. However, the new land offered an opportunity for a fresh start. "We won't forget where we came from, but dwelling on the past isn't beneficial for us," she added. "Maybe share that with the others to lift their spirits." The entire pack could use a mood lift, and they may be able to achieve it if they shared the positive news among themselves.

Seeing how uplifted Nanuq was about the change in the territory brought on a new energy. She huffed a short laugh, glad he had taken advantage of the huge change. "To feel like a pup again," she repeated. Her muzzle raised to the air above, taking a deep breath, before returning to meet his gaze. "If only we could turn back time." She cherished being a pup, it taught her the roots of all and the freedom that came with it. There wasn't much thought when the question that followed came. Nova could not remember the last time she had a chance to wander off without hesitating. "Y'know. You might be on to something. That's going to be something I do today," she dipped her head.

Since their arrival a few months ago, she's been so focused on the pack. Thanks to Nanuq, she would take the pleasure and go for a run. To see what the new grounds had in store for them.

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Koa
[ Rank ] Redmoon Healer [ Age ] 4 Years Old [ Mentions ] Dante, Emmy, & Hyuuga [ Tag ] Eros , Emmy, Dante, Hyuuga

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Niko

[ Rank ] Redmoon Fighter [ Age ] 1 Year Old [ Mentions ] Blaze, Nanuq, & Nova [ Tag ] Blaze

The young wolf let out a soft sigh, thinking he had escaped from his parents, mostly his mother. From where he stood, her attention was on the pups. No surprise there. A grip of hurt feelings and springs of jealousy raved through him. The reality of the situation is a mere earshot away.

Niko's ears flicked at his father's quiet signal for attention. His gaze softened, but his demeanor still displayed tension. While he never recalled Blaze being harsh with him, his guard remained to protect himself. "Nanuq beat you to it," he panted, breathless with exhaustion from his spent energy. Nanuq was an amazing uncle, always there to assist him in navigating what they called life.

The air around them felt stagnant, as if everything had halted. In his mind, he knew that Blaze would want to talk about the situation. It was obvious to both of them what was wrong. Ever since the girls came into the picture, he has tried to keep his distance. Niko took a moment to meet the gaze of Nanuq and Luna Nova, dipping to them both. The worry they had for him showed him they cared. That's all he ever really asked for. "Sure, lead the way," he answered.

Athena
[ Rank ] Starlight Hunter [ Age ] 2 Years Old [ Crush ] open [ Tag ] Risen

The battle was almost over; he just needed to take the last bite. Athena's gaze followed his every move, the intense stare down. The gleam he gave her sent a slight shiver, something bout him staring at her while he let her win. She could tell it's far from over—finally, someone who brought on a little challenge and didn't conform.

"Thank you," she nodded. Pleased she did not have to go back and forth with him again. She nosed his cheek and nodded, silently inviting him to stroll around the territory. "I appreciate you letting me win," she teased. Athena stood on all fours and proceeded to walk away from camp.

Kiyu
[ Rank ] Starlight Hunter [ Age ] 1 Year Old [ Crush ] Kuroi [ Tag ] Open

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[~Raining Fire~]

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢
Starlight Pack |Female | Luna |4 years | crush: open | tags: open
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The sun hung high in the sky, casting golden rays across the clearing where the heart of the Starlight Pack once pulsed with energy and movement. The afternoon air was warm, thick with the scent of pine and distant wildflowers, but Destiny barely noticed. She sat alone atop a sun-warmed boulder overlooking the trails below, her ears perked but her gaze distant.

For once, the mighty Alpha of Starlight Pack had no one by her side.

The forest around her buzzed with life—birds called from treetops, a breeze stirred the tall grass—but it all felt muted without him. Dante. Her Beta. Her anchor. Her best friend. Destiny had always carried herself with unwavering strength. Her presence alone could silence the pack just with a look. her command could move wolves like a tide. But Dante had been the one who knew her beyond the title. He stood beside her through bloodshed and peace, through moonlit hunts and quiet mornings. He was more than second-in-command—he was a part of her story, a steady heartbeat beside her own.

Now, the silence was loud. The absence of his voice, his dry humor, his calm insight in moments of tension—it left a space no one else could fill. She missed the way he would quietly stand just behind her left shoulder, always alert, always ready. She missed the way he saw her not just as Alpha, but as Destiny—a wolf with the weight of many on her back, and still, the will to carry it all. She narrowed her eyes at the trail far below. Was he out there now, navigating his own path, or facing something she couldn’t yet see? Her instincts screamed to find him, to run until her paws gave out—but she stayed. Because that’s what an Alpha does.

Still… her chest ached. The sun beat down, warm and bright—but Destiny had never felt quite so alone beneath it.

𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚗
Starlightpack | male | fighter |4 years | crush: open | tags: Athena
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Risen stood still for a moment, his breath uneven but steadying, chest rising and falling with the last remnants of tension from their clash. The breeze tugged at his fur, but his focus was entirely on Athena—the flick of her ears, the pride in her stride, and the teasing glint in her eye.

He blinked once, slowly.

As Athena nosed his cheek, he tensed for half a second, surprised by the contact, then relaxed, letting a faint, quiet chuff escape his throat—his version of a laugh, rough and short, but warm. His eyes softened, their usual guarded edge giving way to something more open… respectful. Risen remained where he stood, his body still coiled with the last traces of adrenaline, ears tilted slightly forward as he watched Athena. Her words lingered in the air like smoke. “I appreciate you letting me win.”

A flicker passed through his eyes—amusement? Maybe. Or maybe something quieter, something unreadable. His lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but it never fully arrived. Instead, his gaze locked on her as she turned, bold and composed, walking away from camp like she owned every inch of ground beneath her paws. He didn’t move to follow.

Instead, he lowered himself slowly onto his haunches, shoulders relaxing as his tail curled around his paws. The sun filtered through the trees above, casting scattered light across his dark fur. He let out a soft exhale—half sigh, half laugh—as if to say, she has no idea. His voice, when it came, was quiet—so quiet it was meant only for the wind.

“N-n-not… o-over,” he murmured, the stutter barely audible, caught between his teeth like a truth he wasn’t ready to say aloud. And yet… there was a strange calm in his stillness. He watched her go until she vanished beyond the treeline, his eyes never wavering. He stayed behind, but a part of him had followed.

𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚎
RedMoon Pack | Gauge ♥ | lead fighter |3 years | tags: Gauge --> Niko
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Blaze watched from the treeline, his silhouette still as stone, yet every sense trained on Niko like a sentry. He had waited. Gave the boy space, time, breath—but in his gut, he knew it wouldn't be long before the cracks started to show again. Not because Niko was weak. No, never that. But because he felt things more deeply than he let on. And sometimes, that kind of weight needed somewhere to land.

And Blaze—Moon goddess help him—would carry it if Niko let him.

He’d seen the shift in the boy’s posture, the way his ears dropped for a moment too long, the way his words came guarded, flanked by fatigue. Not physical exhaustion. Emotional. The kind that Blaze knew all too well. When Niko finally acknowledged him, Blaze gave a faint nod, slow and measured. His brow quirked at the mention of Nanuq, and for the first time in what felt like days, there was a flicker of amusement behind those ice-hardened eyes. “Of course he did,” Blaze muttered under his breath with the smallest shake of his head. “I send a signal, he sends a search party.”

His tone was dry, nearly expressionless—but it held a thread of affection. It wasn’t mocking of Nanuq, not in the slightest. It was just… how Blaze expressed warmth. If Nanuq was the fire, Blaze was the steady embers—burning quiet but always there. He stepped forward, slowly, making no sudden movements. Not because he feared Niko, but because he respected the armor the boy wore around his heart. Blaze knew what it was like to feel overlooked, like a piece in someone else's game—especially when it came to family. He knew that kind of ache, and it was one he’d never let Niko bear alone.

“You know, I was gonna wait,” Blaze said, his voice gravelly but calm, “figured you needed air. But your uncle beat me to the hunt. Typical.” He mentioned with a small chuckle, he appreciated the care Nanuq showed for Niko. Blaze would never be upset at the wolf's efforts. Blaze took a moment to pause between his sentences. The air falling still between them for a moment before he continued “But I’m not here to chase you down. You already came to me willingly. That’s enough.” He moved to Niko’s side, not too close—just enough to be present without invading. Blaze didn’t try to pull anything from him. He never did. He didn’t ask questions or press for answers. Instead, he simply offered something rare and sacred: Space. Steadiness. Trust.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong,” he said after a moment, his voice lowered like he didn’t want the trees to overhear. “You already did without saying it.” Blaze shifted, sitting down in the grass, the afternoon sun casting soft shadows over his dark fur. He looked out at the forest rather than directly at Niko now, giving him the freedom to speak—or not. “But if you need to walk, I’ll walk with you. If you need to sit, I’ll sit. If you need to scream,” he added, dryly, “I’ll pretend not to hear it.” There was the faintest tug of a smirk at the corner of his muzzle—barely noticeable, but there. “You don’t owe anyone anything, Niko. Not your mother. Not the pups. Not even me.” His tone grew serious now, anchoring his words. “But if you need someone in your corner—really in your corner—look around. You’ve already got more than you think. And I’m not going anywhere.” He exhaled slowly, letting the quiet stretch between them like an invitation. He wasn’t here to fix anything. Just to be there, when no one else could be.

𝚁𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛
RedMoon Pack | female |2 years | crush: open | tags:Akiro, Willow
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River didn’t look at him right away. Her eyes lingered on Willow, watching the younger wolf’s face, the way her ears barely twitched—tired, but listening. Then, slowly, River turned her head, the soft brush of their tails still lightly touching, grounding her in the present. “Yeah,” she murmured, voice low and even, like a stream running steady through stone. “We have each other.” There was a pause before she looked up at him again, her gaze steady. “You know… it’s not weakness, feeling bad. It means your heart’s still in the right place. Means you cared. Still do.” Her voice didn’t waver, but there was something deeper in it—shared grief, maybe, or just the weight of too many things left unsaid over the moons.

She gave a small shake of her head, brushing her shoulder against his briefly, not quite leaning—just a quiet offer of support. “No one could’ve stopped the avalanche. Not even Maison. Not even Chi. But I know they would’ve said the same thing if they were here. That surviving it… was enough.” Her voice caught ever so slightly on Chi’s name. “You’re here. That matters more than you think.” Another breath, this one slower. Her tail gave a soft flick, touching his again.

“And you’re right about the fighters. We’ll need to be smart with who we place where. Not just strength—strategy. Blaze will probably never admit it, but he trusts you. So do I.” She gave him a soft smile, tired but sincere. “We’ll build this back. Piece by piece. Even if we’re not who we used to be.” Her eyes drifted back to Willow again, softer now. “The pups are watching us. Even when they pretend not to. They’ll learn how to heal by watching us survive.”

She leaned into him just a little more now, letting herself rest in that brief moment of quiet, side by side in the fading light. “And I’m glad you’re still here, too.”

[StonecoldRiddik]

Eros

Mentions: Koa, Hyuuga, Dante, Emmy

Tags: Open for intraction

The voice was Koa's. "Dante... Eros..."

Food dropped from the healer's jaws onto the damp earth floor between them. Meat, smelling of the hunt, rich and promising. Eros's belly gave a sharp, hungry lurch, the familiar ache settling deep in his gut. Always the hunger.

"Before you go back out, Eros. Make sure you eat and quench your thirst." Koa's words were firm, the scent of dried herbs and the sick clinging faintly to his fur.

The pup dipped his head instantly, tearing into the offered meal. Play waited, yes, the sun likely still warm outside, but the meat was here. Warm flesh between his teeth, the sweet taste filling his mouth. Koa said afterwards he could go play. And to take it easy. How did one play easy? Playing was tumbling and chasing and biting ears, all fast and hard. Playing was the opposite of easy. He gulped down a chunk, eagerness a tight coil in his chest, warring with the simple, overwhelming pleasure of eating.

He spared a glance for Emmy. She was bent close to Dante, her voice a low murmur he couldn't quite make out. Dante was still pale, quiet. The healer's den smelled of sickness and mending. It was interesting, full of odd scents and quiet movements, but it wasn't... outside.

Koa had barely turned towards the entrance when a shadow fell across it, and a new scent, unfamiliar and sharp with strain and weariness, filled the air. Another wolf. He limped inside, movements stiff. An older wolf, his fur dull, his eyes holding a distant look Eros hadn't seen before.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Hyuuga." Koa dipped his muzzle, a sign of respect. Hyuuga, he called him. The new wolf said something back, his voice a low rumble.

Koa circled the newcomer, his nose working. A strange musk came off him, like dry leaves and distance. Koa's gaze settled on the wolf's leg, twisted at an unnatural angle, not quite touching the ground. It looked... wrong. Pained. Eros watched, head tilted, curiosity battling the slight unease the sight brought. Koa paused, his eyes flicking to Eros before returning to the leg. Was he being careful with his words? Why? The leg was just a leg, even if it was broken-looking.

"Come in, sit," Koa ushered him further into the den. The pup finished the last scrap of meat, licking his chops clean, his eyes fixed on the injured leg. Koa moved around, gathering more herbs, some dark and bitter-smelling, others cool and sharp.

"How long has your leg been like this?" Koa asked.

How long? Eros wondered too. Had it hurt the whole time? Could he still run? What happens to a wolf when his leg looks like that? A paw nudged at his full belly. Eat, Koa had said. Play, Koa had said. But the new wolf was here, with the strange leg and the scent of faraway places, and Eros's questions felt suddenly more important than any game. Still, Koa was talking serious. He should wait. But waiting felt a lot like being bored, and being bored was the worst kind of ache.