Wolves' Howl V.3 ~ NEEDS MEMBERS!!!

[Soul Of Space]

Pyro Elyon
Pyro / 19 / Hunter / Bow & Arrow ; Knives ; Guns

The hunter remained like that, sitting with his hands on his knees and his gaze down, murmuring soothing nonsense to the Joined one as he rolled into a submissive posture. Now, even though Pyro used to despise wolves, he had done quite a lot of research, especially on the behaviors between the higher ups and the lower-ranked wolves. He was well aware of how wolves accepted the submission, but Pyro wasn't quite sure he would be able to without feeling incredibly awkward. Pyro breathed out slowly, and reached a hand toward James, keeping it palm-up. "Not at you." he assured him, in a gentle voice, "It's alright, James."

Myra's Revenge
Myra \ Revenge / 4 / Vargs of D.arkness / Delta Female / Shapeshifting ; Feral Mind ; Empathy

Myra gave a small shrug in response to him saying that they preferred the darkness. "The prairie really is. But the winters are terrible, even with our in-ground dens. Especially because most of the fae have pups in the dead of winter, and most don't survive the cold." she looked up when she heard Timmy ask her if it was enough. "Oh, that's perfect." she answered, shifting her gaze behind her for a moment, but returned her gaze to the dark male before her.

[Alpha*]

James watches the hand as he would a viper, the sounds dieing in his throat as he freezes. You. His name. No... whats the T mean at the end making Not? Deciding that maybe Pyro is no-longer angry with him he rolls into a crouch a foot away, head ducked and not looking. Silent. "James no do more." he mumbles the appology to Pyro for what could be the fiftieth time that day. Tears still stain his cheeks but that strange gaze of his is averted and his muscles shake with tendion as he crouches on the bank to yet again fish.

[Soul Of Space]

Pyro Elyon
Pyro / 19 / Hunter / Bow & Arrow ; Knives ; Guns

Pyro gives a short nod when James repeated what he had been saying since he had snapped at him. "It's okay," he said again, "You were curious." he shifts his position, back to crouching by the stream once more, looking slightly defeated. Then he glanced at James from the corner of his eyes, "Would you like to see it?" he asked, speaking of the scar, perched on the bank, gazing back down at the water.

[Alpha*]

James hunches his shoulders, sure its a trap. He knows all too much about traps, they hurt. "What mean Puh-lea-see?" (please)he asks dispite his resolution to be silent. "What Pyro mean Soo-ry?"(Sorry) he then winces and drops his head as if he is to be rebuked again or attacked. The trust that had been there is mostly gone - or so it seems. "What mean Awl-right? Curious?" he sounds out the words almost perfectly, staying about eighteen inches away.

[Soul Of Space]

Pyro Elyon
Pyro / 19 / Hunter / Bow & Arrow ; Knives ; Guns

Pyro looks over at James as he asks the meanings of the words that the brother of Dumah had spoken when he'd scared James. "Please," he corrects, but his tone is easy, soft, "It's asking permission, or forgiveness. The same with 'sorry,' it's asking forgiveness. Like when you say 'no do more,' I know that you're saying that you're sorry." he told him, relaxing in his perch, looking down at his hands. "..Alright means that it's okay, and curious is when you want to know about something," The hunter dipped a hand into the water, watching a startled fish swim away, falling silent, drawing his hand back out of the water and casually flicking the cool liquid off.

[Alpha*]

James appears focused on the water, catching two fish in quick succession and dropping them on the bank when they have died. "Pyro...no mad more James?'' he hazards after a long moment in an afraid and uncertain tone. He has put the words to memory, though he probably wont use them here in the forest. Maybe he would get to meet Pyro and Dumah's mother. "J-james m-meet?" he asks suddenly as he packs their fish into the bag he uses for game and such, because this area was fished out.

[Tyki-Pon]

"That sounds very harsh indeed" He said softly. Gently biting the skins, he threw them onto his back and headed off to the cave that she said she wanted. "Winters are harsh here, to the point where we cannot exit our cave after a blizzard. So if Naridea can give us some sort of a hint, we stalkpile food. She is a water element, snow, since it was water, she can still sense a bit." Dropping the furs onto the ground in the middle of the cave.

[Soul Of Space]

Pyro Elyon
Pyro / 19 / Hunter / Bow & Arrow ; Knives ; Guns

Pyro watched as James caught two more fish, and then asked him a question. He feels his lips pull into a small smile, "No," he answers, "no more." Normally, he would have spoken in proper English, but he found that it was easier for James to understand him if he didn't. He rocked back on his heels, and then stood, straightening himself. At the second query, Pyro was slightly confused. "Meet who?" he asked in response.

Myra's Revenge
Myra \ Revenge / 4 / Vargs of D.arkness / Delta Female / Shapeshifting ; Feral Mind ; Empathy

Myra gave a nod, padding swiftly after the darker-colored male. "I remember one winter with Rage, and all he could say that it was so cold, even though it was perfectly warm outside. But he was freezing, and it took us a while to realize he was feeling the affects of an upcoming storm. It was a terrible blizzard, and no one could get out of the dens for at least three days." she said, flicking her long white and black tail behind her as they walked into the little cave. She tilted her head a bit to the side, and padded over to the dropped pile of prairie dog furs. The monochromatic fae spread them out into a sort of bed-like shape, and, seeming satisfied with herself, looked at Timmy.

[Tyki-Pon]

"Naridea just got sluggish and sick" He said softly. "hmmm. Are you hungry? Possibly want to go for a quick hunt?" He said softly as he watched her lay out the blankets.

[Soul Of Space]

Myra's Revenge
Myra \ Revenge / 4 / Vargs of D.arkness / Delta Female / Shapeshifting ; Feral Mind ; Empathy

Myra gave a short nod, and flicked her long tail again. "I am a bit hungry..." she said, "And a hunt sounds glorious." The fae blinked her solid black eyes at him, and readjusted her large bat-like wings against the length of her body again. It hadn't been long since she had used them, but she was already beginning to feel restless.