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

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Recap please))

[[Nothing much happened. I don't think your last post was ever responded to though.]]

[squirelife]

oh okay thanks for the recap :3))

[spottedheart11]

n a m e ; Jay
a g e ; 5 years
g e n d e r ; Brute
a p p e a r a n c e ; Grey coat with a darker grey saddle to around black at the end of his tail.
r a n k ; hunter

p e r s o n a l i t y ; Honest and encouraging, he has a soft spot for pups and faes. he is usually seen hunting for his pack courageously.
h i s t o r y ; Lived in the pack from the beginning and has been trying hard to help as best as possible for his pack.
c r u s h ; Aimee
m a t e ; wants
o t h e r ; A quote from him " Even if she doesn't think she wants me I still lover her"

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[[Accepted. I need to update the front...]]

[spottedheart11]

Jay trotted back to camp and into the caves. noticing Aimee gone. he began to get frantic. He scented the cold air it shifted through his brain. he streaked out of the cave and towards her scent. he needed to protect his alpha and crush. He couldn't let anything happen to her or he might just break. He barked trying to call her.

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A i m é e ;
fae - a l p h a - single

The fae's ears flicked at a bark far off in the distance. It sounded like one of her own wolves, so she figured a couple were just playing or arguing. She sat patiently and silently, so far from camp on a cold night. Her thoughts swirled like the lake in front of. Her did when a fish surfaced for a fly. Her blind gaze aimed towards the two brutes in front of her, and she already missed their warmth. It was a quiet night, free of wind or rain, and she wondered how the pack was doing. She had never stayed out this late, but she decided that most of her wolves would be in for the night and she could steal a few of her own hours. She looked beautiful in the moonlight. Her coat was settled and still, the long locks laying over one another, glimmering in the glow of the moon and the whispers of the stars.

[spottedheart11]

Jay did not hear a call back, but he kept trudging through the snow." Ai..." he trailed off as he looked at the beautiful fae that sat only a couple feet away from him. His eyes glittered. he sighed in relief that she was safe. he walked slowly over to her the cold wind feeling like thorns on his skin. He silently sat next toher as, he looked at the two other brutes. he stood calmly looking over them." Who are they?" He asked.

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A i m é e ;
fae - a l p h a - single

Aimée nodded to Konan. "Konan. One of our loyal wolves." The fae was surprised that Jay had not recognized him. Not only did he smell of the pack, but since she had recently tackled Konan he smelled much like her. She turned her silver eyes towards Argos. "And that is Argos. I ran into him and he showed me this elk. A kill he had made. He is a loner. A very safe, helpful one." She added the last part, knowing how protective Jay could be. Argos smelled faintly of her too, since they had traveled together. "Argos wishes to join. If he can convince his friend."

[Mimi-911]

k o n a n

Konan nodded thoughtfully when Aimeé showed him the elk. He was half tempted to dig in, when Jay appeared. He looked the other brute over, his jaw stiff. Surely he should know his own packmates? A growl rose in his throat, and he fought to keep it down, remaining placid on the outside though his anger threatened to blow over. He took a deep breath and glanced at Aimeé, a smile pulling at his lips, before back to Jay. "Hello, Jay."

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A i m é e ;
fae - a l p h a - single

The fae let out a quiet chuckle ad gently pumped her shoulder to Konan's. She understood the brute's frustration. "Can you help me move the elk back to camp in the morning Konan?" She asked softly. She wasn't ready to leave the clearing yet, with the smell of the lake nearby and the stars speaking so gently. It was such a beautiful night, with a bright moon gleaming down on them. Any wolf would look handsome under its light. She was enjoying herself with the brutes, a small and barely noticeable smile on her face.