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[~Shy~]

Brisby's fur bristled, and she nodded curtly at him, she waited until he was done talking to the pup Merle, remember that and then gently picked the pup up by his scruff and brought him back to her den, she didn't care if The Chooser was following, but Merle was in a dire condition and needed treatment immediately, she placed him down gently before she realized he was crying "Shhh, don't worry, i'm going to help you get better but i'll need you to eat this" She had wrapped the herbs in a generous amount of caribou, as good as they were with their healing properties the taste of the herbs was undesirable, usually she would only have to use them on the outside, but she was worried about his rasping cough, she put the meat down in front of him and started to treat his cuts.

[Bolt1784]

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Merle was about to try to make another aggressive remark, but once again something stopped him dead in his tracks. He...Couldn't find the capacity to hate Illusion. Here he was, admitting that he had to accept defeat in some aspects. Merle pitied him somehow. Perhaps, deep down in that tainted mind of his, he still had the ability to run and play like a normal pup, and he could truly look up to Illusion as his hero again. Would that ever happen? Perhaps. But for now, Merle was more concerned about making amends. Slowly drawing his composure back, the pup looked up at Illusion with a serious expression, his green eyes deep with sorrow and understanding. Suddenly Brisby picked him up by his scruff, and he gave a quiet growl in a half-hearted protest that wasn't going to work anyway. Instead, he smiled kindly at Illusion, showing that he understood his father's reasoning, but Brisby took him to her den. He didn't like it in the pack's camp - there were too many potentially hostile wolves. But he 'kept his cool' as best as he could, trying to feel more grateful for Brisby's help. But he had wanted to die...What spurred him in to changing his mind? Had he even changed his mind? Merle didn't even bother asking himself. He let one ear spring back to its usual place as Brisby placed him in the den, and he tried to stop crying. Nodding in acknowledgement, the pup started to eat the herbs and caribou meat.

[rottenmutt]

Illusion.Male.Chooser.

Illusion watched Merle get carried off, and pinning his ears down he walked to Curse. Nudging him with his paw. "Come on, Curse. We have to make sure he's okay, but we have to sneak into the pack lands.. Because if were caught I don't feel like fighting or killing right now." which was rare for Illusion to not want to do that, but he wanted to tend to Merle. He followed after Brisby and Merle. He sat outside of her den. Laying in the tall grass, hoping the two lovey Alpha's wouldn't find him. He needed to focus on Curse and Merle now. Nothing else, Brisby would most likely report to her Alpha that the chooser was here, and he would have to fight more wolves. He snorted and laid his head down in his paws. Awaiting the word for Merle. he sighed and pinned his ears down in worry and anguish. Hearing Merle cry, Illusion felt terrible and he let out a quite sigh. He didn't know what to do, he messed up again. Probably lost another friend due to his hateful and angered ways. this was terrible. He stood up looking down at his paws and cringed. His fur bristled on ends as he growled at himself. Illusion would never be the real father Merle deserved. He sighed and looked into the den. "Merle, never forget me.." he said in a soft whisper and he turned and started to walk away tearing up. Illusion had a deep care for this pup, and the pup deserved a better family, a better father then Illusion. Illusion knew what he was. A heartless, monster who had always made mistakes.

[deletedaccount]

Shadow . Omega
Shadow dashed through the woods, his paws burning. He felt his nose twitching as it caught each scent. He mumbled what he smelled under his heavy breath, "Hare.. two days.. wolf.. a week.." Shadow halted, sniffing the air. He began to slowly prowl towards the scent, "Hare.." He could clearly see the small white creature only a few steps away. It was small, weak, and helpless, much like himself. He let out a sigh as he thought of the comparison, then lunged at the animal. His jaws clamped onto it's body before it had even looked up. Shadow smiled, dropping the hare to the snow. "See? I can hunt.. a hare." He picked his prey off and stalked towards the center of their territory. Once he arrived he sadly tossed the hare onto the other kill. Large kill. Shadow only stood staring at the kill, deep in thought.

[obiole]

Vinyl.Male.Alpha.

Vinyl stretched and looked over at his partner and wagged his tail and nuzzled her in the den. He stood up walking out with her. When the warm sunlight shined upon his grey fur, making it shine and glimmer. He turned to his mate and smiled. "Sure," he said wagging his tail. It was getting that time of year, when Females go into heat, and he wanted pups with his lovely mate. They had grown so close, and learned to love each other and become greatly close. He barked happily at her wagging his tail. He was nothing without her now, he had grown to love her and be passionate with her.

pheaca

she wiggled her tail, too, and nuzzled him. she was afraid to talk about pups right now, thinking he would be furious towards her, so she came up with a lie. "uh.. c-can i sleep i-in the alpha den now? i think we've been together long enough to trust one another." she said with a smile and her tail began to go faster from side to side. she licked behind his ear and smiled, taking in his scent.

[moon.]

{{ Mind if I join? I'd have a male and a female subordinate. Looks like a beautiful role play. c:

[rottenmutt]

{{ Mind if I join? I'd have a male and a female subordinate. Looks like a beautiful role play. c:

{Of course.c:If slow replies its because i'm making characters drawing up, to auction.^u^}

Vinyl.male.alpha.

Vinyl wagged his tail. His cheeks glowing bright and he nodded. "Of course, you may sleep with me darling..." he said wagging his tail and smiled happily at his new mate. They had been together for two weeks, and it had been a happy two weeks. A twist of fate, the chooser choose the right couple for once.

[~Shy~]

Brisby

As she applied the last of the herbs she thought she heard The Chooser say something, probably just making other people miserable she thought with a sigh. She slathered the herbs with sap so that they would stay on if he had to move around, she sat up, satisfied with her work and looked round at the pup, he was still sniffing but he was done crying "Are you going to be ok?" she felt slightly awkward now and wanted to break the silence.

[moon.]

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ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋs ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʙᴏɴᴇs •••

They call me Avian because they say I move like a bird would. I never go by the name I was born with, nor will I ever. Sometimes the past is best left forgotten, and old memories that trace scars down your back are best left untouched. They still say, though, that the bird is far too timid. She flits away when danger draws near because she is selfish of her own life. She doesn't want to die for the sake of a meal for another animal. I used to think being called Avian was an insult. I did run too fast and practically jumped at my own shadow, dancing about like a broken winged creature that had no clue where her nest was. As I grew, though, I realized that being known as Avian was indeed an honour, a treasure. Some go by names that mean bold and brave and brilliant, but I go by a name that is seldom used yet commonly loved. A bird can fly, and I like to think that my spirit can do the same. I may be small but I am surely free, unlike most of the trapped and timid souls there are. I am four years of age, an age far too young. Most wolves I meet automatically assume that I am much older, nearing ten or even low teens. It may be my greying features or my scarred body, perhaps it is the way my pelt hangs off of my bones, but I like to think it is because of the way I talk, even the way that I move. Some tell me that I have wise eyes. I don't like to believe them, I'm not used to compliments. I am, indeed, a female. I'd hope that isn't too hard to realize. I do act much like a lady, a bit prim and proper. Often am I underestimated - a mistake, for I can run much faster than you'd think, leaving me an efficient hunter. I don't mind having to act like a brute sometimes. I need to care for myself, don't I? Besides, a birds greatest asset is grace, and I find the fae to be nothing but it.

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I love none, no mate has come into my life quite yet. I'm not sure if I would like it or not. I have loved before, and though it was nice to give my heart to another, I don't quite like having it broken. Being left alone is a hard thing to do. Quite often I am cold and lonely, and even more often do I sleep alone outside of the camp, resting in the woods because the attention of others scares me. I don't like compliments, they make me uncomfortable since I don't receive many. It's hard to love when you have loved before and been deceived. I have no pups, and all of my family is dead. Sad, I know. I won't talk about it to any others face. I don't like strangers knowing of things that have to do with my past. My father died after he and my mother became mates, and my mother struggled to raise us by herself. We were always hungry, and she was even more so. By we, I mean me and my brother. My mother had given birth to five pups, two were stillborns and one had deformed legs. She was left for the foxes - she couldn't survive long in the harsh winter months that we were born. My brother and I grew strong, though. We trained well, for our mother wanted us to be wise and healthy. She found a pack and basically threw us away, dropping us outside of camp and sprinting away. At that time, we were not half-way grown. We were used to Mother leaving to find food, so we sat and waited until unfamiliar scents hit us. We weren't smart enough to run. Wolves from the pack came to gather us, but my brother grew scared of them and tried to run. He didn't know any better. I would have run if I wasn't frozen in fear. We had never seen another wolf before. He tried to follow the scent of our mother, but wound up falling down a steep hill and breaking his neck. He died moments later.

sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ, sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ ғᴏʀ ᴅᴀʏs •••

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ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ •••

As sure as the waves are cold, my name is Vexation. Some call me Vex, others prefer to steer clear of my path. You see, Vexation means to either be angry or to be the cause of anger. I'm not quite sure which one I am just yet, but I'm pretty sure that I am both. I was given the name because my mother wanted me to grow up to be strong and fierce, to strike fear in the hearts of all that I pass, and though my personality gained some of those traits, it only caused me to lose friends, not gain respect. I'm stuck as a subordinate with built up rage and nothing to take it out on. You see, when I was just a pup, I had the biggest paws of all of my siblings. I was the strongest, too. And though all of this might be true, I was underestimated. So highly underestimated, in fact, to the point where I was thought to be a disgrace to the family bloodline. I didn't want to kill a sparrow, once, when my mother told me to kill her just for the joy of it. The little bird was sitting, calm in quiet, resting in the fallen pine needles. I refused to kill her, and I was punished. A few days later, though, I had seen that same sparrow tidying up her nest, three little chicks inside, and I'm pretty sure that I feel happy I let her live. I'm not sure though, I don't feel happy very often. I am five years of age. With age comes wisdom, some say, but all I feel with age is more stress piled atop of my mind. I'm not really sure why I act very old. Maybe it's because of my very deep voice or my cold mind, or maybe I just come off as an older wolf, but my body surely doesn't show it. I have slender features and bright, bright eyes. Yellow, piercing things they are. Strong enough to kill. I am, indeed, a brute. That is a given, I'd hope. With all of my pent up anger, I surely act like a brute. I don't mind getting my paws dirty, and I always enjoy a good hunt. Every brute wants to provoke a fight, but most of the time I just sit back and wait for them to happen. Perhaps that is a reason why people see me as older. I don't act like an immature one year old - I act like an immature ten year old.

[obiole]

is it ok if i change pheaca's looks for this rp?? if so, here's what she'll look like; {{xx}}
also, what does the alpha den look like?