T h e G r a y ~ Semi-Literate Wolf Plague RP ~ O p e n

[Mimi-911]

[ Grrr. I adopted last night xDD ]

[|~Nevermore~|]

A i m é e ;
fae - a l p h a - single

The fae smiled at the pack member beside her. She was curious as to why he came out this way, but that was his business and she wasn't going to question his business. "How are you this evening?" She asked softly, lightly leaning towards him to feel the warmth of his pelt. The two males on either side of her were helping with the chilly air. Aimée turned her face to the now dominating moon, her expression soft. Long, pale fur shone in the dim light, and the few gold specks in her pale eyes shone like stars, the green like comets. It was a peaceful night, though the fae was anxious to get home. She didn't want to leave Argos by himself without at least a goodnight, though she still hoped he would stay with the pack for a night.

[Mimi-911]

k o n a n

Konan watched Aimeé beside him. When she smiled at him, he noticed her whole face seemingly light up. He grinned, though knowing that Aimeé wouldn't see it. Some part of him itched to tell her about his sister, but he refrained from doing so, keeping his business stricly his business. "I'm fine, I s'pose." He said with a smile, noting how she had moved towards him. Just for the heat, you idiot. He scolded himself fiercely in his mind. "How about you, Aimeé?" He asked, noticing how familiar the other brute looked. He shrugged it off, and turned back to his alpha, the moonlight creating a dappled effect on her pelt.

[Alpha*]

A certain tension rippled among the wolves now as they locked in their target, communicating their positions as silent hunters as they approached the unsuspecting bull. Sol had come in very close; surprisingly to Roland he'd not been detected yet, having the good fortune of being down wind. Even Tenshi, now, had settled into a different mood; one of calculating instincts. Roland felt this own stirring in his blood as his mind willed his body to cooperate, drifting closer towards the elk until he was nearly crawling. Blades of dry grass licked his underside as he lowered himself to the ground; an extra precaution.
Now that they small, makeshift pack had closed in, it was time.

Almost as if by coincidence, a sudden shift in the wind gradually warned the herd of their presence. Their scents drifted above the grass, now, as brown heads shot up from grazing and speckled the sky. An alarm went off in his mind, buzzing wildly, begging him into action. He was sure that the others were as ready as well. Their bull, having been successfully parted from the rest of the herd by Storm, had not yet noticed this subtle change.

"Now!" Roland grunted, lunging at the beast.

Sol

Sol snarls his rage leaping with bared, gleaming, white fangs. This was His kill, his Meal, his Honor on the line. In a streak of gold he rips the bucks' belly causing its life to spill onto the bottom half of his jaw, a certail mailicias glee shimmers in his eyes. "FirstBlood!" he cries cutting him from the other side of the forest, and thus its escape. Those antlers, splayed so grandly hardly give the powerful male a second glance.

Storm

Storm leaps from the grass, scaring the bull the other way, so it couldnt bolt with the youngsters, the does, or younger bucks. He lands with ease, but a moment later is yelping his pain because a hoove had crashed down on his shoulder, slicing it to the bone, the silver male scoots out of the way, favoring that agonizing injury. Bloodlust is on his muzzle when he smells the Elks blood, even before it is yelled out by his Companion. "StarPack protect us." he whispers a moment before he makes his way back into the fray. "Help us with this Hunt." he snarls, with raised hackles. Blood trickles down his left shoulder, and he doesnt try to stand on it.

(thanks for the recap )

[|~Nevermore~|]

A i m é e ;
fae - a l p h a - single

The fae let out a sigh and shook her head. "Far too tired, Konan. How's life?" She asked softly, wondering if anything was on his mind to make him walk this far. She yawned and kneaded her paws in the dirt, leaning her head on his broad shoulder, his pelt soft against hers. "Are you hungry?"She asked, suddenly remembering the elk Argos offered her.

[[Sorry, on my mobile. That's why I'm so slow... and short. Just got home, I promise the next one will be better.]]

[Alpha*]

Storm

Storm growls at the dead beast, glad it was dead, even if it hadnt been Him who'd killed it. The silvery male pins his ears, flicks them and dissapears into the forest, he was going to find some cobwebs...and marygold for his shoulder. It wasnt like he'd helped anyway, merely gotten in the way and gotten hurt. Great, thats Just what he needed in a new pack. Favoring his shoulder, he makes it back to the other side of the fallen log and lays down. Forget the herbs and stuff, he was tiered. With a huff, he licks the gaping wound.

Sol

Sol had not noticed when his Companion had gotten injured or left, only how that she-wolf had killed it...and he was Gaping. "I've never seen a move like that!" he exclaims, "Will you teach me it sometime?" he asks with facination, wondering what else she knew, what she could teach the pack, him. His summery green eyes glint. "I mean...Wow!"

(Sorry serious WB today..)

[Mimi-911]

k o n a n

The brute nodded in understanding. As alpha, Aimeé would be tired; a lot more than what was good for her. At her question, he shrugged. "My sister's a B*tch, and a lot of other wolves don't even look at me." He chuckled lightly, now finding his situation amusing. A soft ripple of surprise ran through Konan's shoulder as Aimeé put her head on it. Her cheek was light on his broad shoulder, and he couldn't help but smile down at the fae. "Starving." He said with a chuckle at the alphaess's sudden question, wondering what could have sparked the insight.

[GrayStar51]

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Jacqueline
the sophisticated.

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name;; "I am Jacqueline. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance."
nickname;; "Jacque. True, this is a male's name, but If we are friends, I will allow it."
age;; "You dare ask a fae her age? Ha! The nerve. If you must know, I am four seasons, two moons." { four years, two months. }
gender;; " I am certainly a female. Do I look like a Brute?"
rank;; "I would prefer healer, I am plenty educated for the task, and no one else seems to be volunteering.."

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crush;; "Not quite. Amuse me, and I might just keep you."
mate;; "Nope!"
pups;; "I need a mate for this.."
family;; "I am proud daughter of Sherougk, the legendary warrior and alpha of the pack of The Rumbling Mountain. My mother was a loner my father welcomed into the pack, named Averdaile."

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pelt colour;; "White. Though I do have grey within my pelt."
eye colour;; "Light brown, simple color really."
scars;; "I bear no scars, as I have never fought in battle. Any injury I have received from my lack of grace is too faint to notice. ."
full description;; "I am strong and able-bodied I could hunt, if my pack ever needed the extra help feeding their hungry mouths, but I prefer the life of peace. I know in this world that isn't always the case, however I feel strongly that we...I'm getting off topic here, aren't I? I am, as stated previously, white with a lean build. I have soft, warm brown eyes, if a color could be described as Soft. They make you melt, you feel yourself staring into my eyes as the capture your attention. If my white fur doesn't do that already.

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likes;; "Well, I enjoy many things. Such are, but not full, swimming, cleaning, hunting for herbs and caring for others. But my favorite of all, I like running, I just love the feelings of the wind in my fur."
dislikes;; "Those few wolves within the pack that sit on their rear ends and do nothing, how dare those lazy putrid lumps of fur sit around while others work! Injustice, I say! I hate fighting, can't stand it. We all have enough to do, why fight and make a big mess. More work for me too."
talents;; "I have a good sense of smell and I am fast on my paws. I am a quick thinker and agile. I am good at hunting. Herb hunting, I mean. Ha, the thought of me, hunting something living. Your hilarious!"
flaws;; "Hunting prey, I may be fast but I don't have the physical strength to bring one down. Fighting, I am really a pacifist, so fighting is against my nature and I am terrible at it. I don't have the natural aggression or adrenaline required to kill something."
personality;; "I am sophisticated. In one word, that's who I am. I hate getting my paws dirty, and I simply cannot stand brutish behavior. I am motherly, I love caring for others and seeing them excel, just as a mother would her pup. If I see someone struggle, I always offer my help, weather they accept it or not. As if they have a choice. I can be stubborn, and maybe a bit too proud. I am easily offended, and even if I don't fight tooth and claw, I can teach you a lesson your mother should have taught you long ago if yu cross me. Fair warning sweetheart."

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history;; "I'm afraid I will have to disappoint you with a boring, and rather dull past. But all the more reason to look forward to a future, correct? I was born into my father's pack, living as a pupil to our healer, Neolin. She was an old, cranky healer who should have retired to the elders den before I was born. I was young and reckless, but eventually, I began to listen to my teacher. I grew to respect her, and even love her. When she passed away, I was so distraught, I spiced my family ties with my harsh, poisoned tongue. Words are my weapon, as I found out. I left, feeling lost with a bad reputation. Here I stand, Judge me as you know I am."

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[|~Nevermore~|]

A i m é e ;
fae - a l p h a - single

The fae gave a supportive half-smile. "You can always talk to me." Aimée let out a playful growl when the brute mentioned no one looking at him. She stood quickly and tackled him, pinning him belly up. Holding her face a few inches from him she smirked. "Was that a blind joke? Besides. I would look at you if I could." Her tone was playful and bouncy as she hopped off of the male. Her eyes shone with her youth and she smiled again. "Follow this way." It wasn't a long walk, just a few strides really, and Aimée was standing over the elk. "Curtesy of Argos." She said loudly enough for both brutes to hear. The smile across her face was subtle, but more true than a gigantic smile. The loner had saved her a great deal of stress, as this elk, if brought to the camp, could feed the pack.

[TheCryingWolf]

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Tenshi looked up at Sol and blinked. She smiled slightly at how excited the brute got over her attack. "Thanks.. I taught myself that. Maybe I could teach it to you sometime, but it's very difficult to master.." she said in a soft, tired voice. The pride in her eyes shone even brighter. This was the first time she had ever used that move in front of any wolf, and boy did it impress them. Tenshi lifted her head a bit, forgetting her shyness for a moment and looked down at the bull Roland had killed. The bull that wouldn't of been killed if it weren't for her move. Her chest puffed out slightly; she felt amazing.
{WB }