ᶫ ͦ ˢ ͭ- a wolf roleplay -reviving- OPEN

[knight of time]

(:D oh my gosh! It really does match! I'm gonna animate this. SERIOUSLY)

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{{- So is anyone open? And could I have a recap just so I know what's going on. -}}

[knight of time]

(we killed a bear, and some drama happened, and now we're all going to the den to rest. You start alone, though, and join us later on)

[GeneClair]

{{ Sorry for not posting, I hope I can somehow jump back in. ^^"
Would I be able to kill off Camino, I can't really handle two characters. He could be added to the demised list as well. }}

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The herbs applied to the brute's shoulder worked like a miracle, and after he had fallen into a troubled sleep Concierto awakened. Finding his wounded shoulder already feeling worlds better he stood and scented the air. Alone. The brute could tell that much, from the cold air to the lightly covered tracks. How long he had been out he didn't know, but the Wolf's instincts told him to find the others, to find Camino. But as he walked on, nothing but quiet came to his ears, and his hope slowly diminished. Tracks! The sight lifted his spirits and Concierto ran forward after the tracks, but quickly skid to a stop, spraying snow as he did.
Camino... The elder brute laid in the snow, only now did Concierto notice, how his caretaker had become simply skin and bones. His fur dull and frosted with snow, he seemed to had simply collapsed, unable to take on anymore. Concierto sat with a thud, he threw his head back in a long, deep, mournful howl. Half of him hoped that someone had heard him and would help. But still the brute brought himself to his paws, and with a shaky breath he strode on. Without a look back, his old friend's words ringing in his ears.
"You mustn't mourn, for whatever reason. Whether it be your parents or I someday, we all must leave at some point. You may have your howl of grievance, but after that you must not die inside, you have to get yourself up and keep moving on.
Without a look back."

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M o o d: Bored and lonely.
C r u s h: No one.
M a t e: No one.

Alone. I hate the feeling of it. It's just so, lonely. I've never felt like this before in my life. I always have at least one wolf talking to me. Or at least one wolf at my side. It was usually my mother, but...yeah. I walk along and look at my paws as I do. Gosh, I am so bored. I can't stand this isolation anymore.

I smell the faint scent of wolves and I lift my head. Probably just my mind playing tricks on me or something. I sigh and continue to walk along. I am hungry at the moment, so, I sniff out a herd of deer. I follow behind for a while till I see a deer with a hurt ankle limping behind. Can anyone say dinner?

Here's my chance, they come out of the forest to a clearing and I bolt after the injured doe. I chase it down and trip while I hurdle forward. My jaws latch onto it's neck as it throws its head backward from the fall. I hold on suffocating it and looking around for bears. I let go and begin to dine on the animal. The scent of fresh warm blood fills the air around me.

M o o d: Fine, for now.
C r u s h: No one.
M a t e: None.

I walk along, not really going fast, until I come upon a small stream. I smile at this surprise that I have come across. I lap the cold refreshing water into my mouth and gulp as much water as my stomach can hold. I look up and around. I hate being alone. No wolf should ever be like this. None should ever have to deal with the constant feeling that you are being watched. Well, technically you are. There are birds and other creatures.

But all that is besides the point. Being alone is something totally unlike the social structure of a wolf. And I don't like it. But I guess that is what happens when your family is killed off one by one.

I sit and watch my reflection in the water. Nothing else I can do, really. I sigh and shake out my fur and let loose of all the worries that trouble me.

[GeneClair]

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The smell of fresh blood beloved to the hungry brute, deer as it smelled. Concierto's eyes were hard as he picked up his pace, the scent of a fresh kill energised him and drove him to stretch out his stiff shoulder. The fur was clearly parted where the scar reached across, but due to the fae's herbs it held no pain.

An instinctive slow in his pawsteps and a raise of fur along his spine alerted the brute of another Wolf's presence. A fae. Concierto sighed, letting the small sound escape his maw carelessly, all he thought of was food at this point. With his gaze hard the brute trotted forward, his tail and head held low, but powerful muscles rippled under his thick coat of fur.

"It's a miracle you caught something out here you know."

Concierto's voice broke the silence, his paws had made hardly any noise and a tree just badly hid him. The light snow that fell blurred his own vision, but the freshly killed deer and the fae standing with it stood out clearly in his mind.

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M o o d: Surprised.
C r u s h: No one.
M a t e: No one.

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As I was stuffing myself full of the warm meat of the doe, I didn't smell the scent of a wolf. A male wolf, at that. A full grown male wolf. So, whenever he came to her, she never noticed. Partly because he never made a sound, and because she was way too hungry to be thinking about anything else. A bad idea on her part. She shouldn't have starved herself for so long.

When the intruder spoke, she lifted her muzzle out of the dead doe's carcass. She couldn't smell anything because of the blood. She looked around trying to pin point who spoke and where he was. Her body was stiff, but free to move at any moment. She raised both her front paws to stand on her kill to make her seem more larger and frightening than she really was. Although with her small stature, she could be well mistaken for an abnormally large fox. Except her strong facial structure wasn't as slender and pointed as that of a fox.

She looked around her and spotted a male that must have spoken. Of course he was much larger than me. The only thought that was running through my mind now, was that I hoped he wouldn't kill me. I moved my body to face him, getting off my kill. I huffed and tilted my head slightly. "Why would you say that?" I asked the male curious to his answer and in no way, afraid.

[GeneClair]

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Something flickered across his face, amusement maybe. Concierto stood straight and tall, but his head lowered to his chest as an odd looking grin appeared and a chuckle leaked from the brute.

"Can you not see around you? Why this is a wasteland! Total isolation, only snow, bare trees and dead grass. For you to ask why, why I say it is such a miracle. Why I find that simply hilarious."

Concierto lifted his head slightly, his dull brown eyes looking head on at the fae, something glimmered within their depths. Perhaps laughter, or perhaps insanity. He had already lost so much to this barren wasteland, why not let your sanity go on with it?

Inside he knew this was not the real him, the true Concierto. Toying with others only resulted in pain for this brute, but since Camino's death nothing seemed to reach him. There was a longing in this wolf, one that ran deep. For someone, anyone to break through that complicated outer layer Concierto had piled on, to lock away his heart from sharp claws.

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M o o d: Surprised.
C r u s h: No one.
M a t e: No one.

I look around finally aware of my surroundings. I look down at my kill. The blood stains the white snow. It stains my whit snout. Wonderful. How am I going to wash this off? I look back at the brute feeling oddly comfortable with his presence. "Oh." Was all I admitted.

"I must have been day dreaming or something this whole time..." I told him with the light shrug of my shoulders. I blinked at him and then to my kill. My now full belly was rather uncomfortable. And the carcass was still half there. "Want some?" I asked him. "Since this is a miracle and all." I added to my statement.

I walked a bit away from the kill and plopped myself down to begin licking my bloodied snout. Of course, my tongue could not reach all the way up to the top of my muzzle. I rubbed it in the snow for a while and then stopped to look back at the male. "Is it off?" I asked him. I like to keep things clean. Especially my coat. "Oh, and I'm Cualquier Bruto de la Desea. But just call me Desea or Des or Desi or something." I told him.

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(I must say, dearie., I love your signature. xD Oh, those three...)

S A M M A E L

The snow fell lightly from his dark coat and his paws folded easily beneath him as he joined the others in the den. Sammael had made sure he was the last to enter. The brute had heard the other's howl, and while he was glad the wolf was alright, he could tell by the tone of his song that Camino's companion was beyond hope of escape. He sighed. It was still cold enough in the den for the expression to cloud in front of him. Icy eyes glanced over the other three, lingering on Kalia, and Sam found himself bristling, a low growl caught in his throat. Damn the cold. Damn the snow. Damn whatever curse has trapped us all here. His teeth clenched, but he wished he could sink them into the land itself instead. If only he'd come away with more than a mouthful of frozen dirt.