ｆｏｌｌｏｗ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｇｈｔｓ :: semi-lit wolf roleplay :: accepting.

[obiole]

➳ brute ➳ beta male ➳ 4.5 years ➳ mate; Pheaca
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➳ ＡＳ Ａ ＦＩＧＨＴＥＲ;
Ｉ ＳＨＡＬＬ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＲＥＳＴ ＵＮＴＩＬ Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＭＹ ＲＥＶＥＮＧＥ
ＮＯＲ ＷＩＬＬ Ｉ ＧＩＶＥ ＭＥＲＣＹ.
Ｉ ＭＵＳＴ ＫＩＬＬ.

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"She's expecting pups! Is there any special medication she needs?" Apocalypse padded around, excited. He would be father of pups..but how many?

{SORRY. I HAVE WRITER'S BLOCK AND CAN'T WRITE ANYTHING.

Actually Legendary, its 2 hours fast foward. So they can see ancestors. c;

And its fine by me. 4 PUPS IT IS!

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{|} Bᴇᴛᴀ Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ {|} Mᴀᴛᴇ; Aᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ {|} Wɪᴛʜ; Nᴏ ᴏɴᴇ {|}

Pheaca grumbled and nipped his her mates ear. "Calm down, dear." She said with a small chuckle. Her gaze turned to Eris and she nodded. "Yes, I am excepting, though." The beta yawned, her eyes dreary and just about to close, but she made them bolt back open. "Anything I need to do or eat, drink, even?" The black wolf's head tilted, making one ear drop and the other stick straight up into the air.

[swirleh]

[anybody on? ]

[hypnotic.]

{ i am :p

[swirleh]

[yay, people! <3]

[ponyface]

{{ I'm on! I sent in my form a long time ago, and I was being stupid and overlooked the fact that it actually posted! I was sitting here waiting for it to be approved, haha. It's way back on page 13, and Midnight accepted me, but my name isn't on the list on the first page, so I guess you have to hunt down page 13 to see my form; no link. Sorry!

Apollo walked strided through the forest, ears pricked and eyes open for any movement. He'd been preparing for moons for this, yet nervousness still nagged at the back of his mind. 'What if they don't want me?' He'd lived most of his life up until this point as a loner. By himself. A one-wolf pack. The thought of joining a pack was daunting, to say the least. Especially after his previous bad experienced with other wolves. His multi-colored coat looked mesmerizing in the dappled sunlight, with each giant stride making the spots of light shift. The massive brute's muscles rippled with every step he took and he walked with proud posture, his head held high and his tail held parallel to the ground. It would be hard not to notice the wolf; his intimidating prescense would demand to be felt if it weren't for his deadly silent steps. After living alone, you learn that being caught isn't necessarily a good thing. It means fights and thefts and threats hanging over your head. Forever. Apollo frowned. There were wolves in the world that swore they'd kill him if they ever saw him again, simply because he caught a rabbit or a bird or a doe too close to their border for comfort. 'Is that a loner thing? Or are pack wolves like that, too?' he wondered. If they were, he wasn't sure he could stay with them. Suddenly, he jerked to a halt as a strong scent of other wolves flooded his nostrils. He'd reached the pack's border. The big brute stood for a few moments, shuffling his paws and wondering whether or not he should enter. It would probably be safer to wait for a patrol to find him. The wolves that he'd met in the past didn't take too kindly to strangers in their territory. He eased himself onto his haunches, casually wrapping his tail over his front paws and sitting tall and proud, but forcing his tense posture to relax, forcing nonchalance into his nervous gaze. He had to look strong, to impress these wolves, yes. But he also had to look calm. Like he wasn't a threat. Like he wasn't scared to death of being rejected, and returning to his lonely life. He was a bit introverted, sure. And yes, maybe that was a little bit of an understatement. But wolves were made to live in packs. His insticts were driving him towards a community, a family, not a life spent scuffling over the scrawniest mouse. Packs were strong. In a pack, it wasn't life-or-death if you lost your mouse. At least, that's what others made it sound like. Personally, Apollo couldn't imagine how there could be anything but agression and high tension with so many wolves crammed in such a small amount of space, but he'd adjust. This is what wolves do, he remined himself lightly, tossing his head to get off some of the snowflakes that settled on his coat. He decided to just let it happen, in the end; the flakes he got off were too quickly replaced by new ones for it to be worth the energy he wasted shaking. Still, he traced a tiny, deep circle into the freezing snow with his front right paw, going over his outline with mindless, endless repetition. 'What wolves do,' he repeated. All he could do now was wait.

[hibari,]

{@ponyface, I'm not trying to be offensive, but its real hard for me to read your post because of the tiny text. It hurts my eyes as I squint. c:

[ponyface]

{{ Super sorry! I'll make it bigger!

[ponyface]

{{ okay, I made it bigger and changed the color! Does that help?

wait... I forgot I have to wait for my post to be approved if it has pictures. I'm going to stop putting in the top picture, then, it's too much of a pain to wait sorry!

[hypnotic.]

{ i can't even see your post now :o like it disappeared! and i won't be able to get on much today, my bff's birthday is today ;)

[ponyface]

{{ Yeah, it disappears when it waits to be approved :c Sorry I'm so full of problems! And happy birthday to her!!!