Scandalous (moving RP)

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Kyrasael paused… Tate knew that Kyrasael had stayed to repay for the pack healing him. Kyrasael had expected him to assume that one, but he had perhaps seen through it. That or he was either dumb or too curious to realize common knowledge. He did not lower his head, unwilling to show his emotions as he stayed as emotionless as he had been. His usual cold and serious expression displayed on his face with his proud stance. “An obligation of moral, one might say.” He replied simply, not turning to look back at Tate.

It was obvious he would not go into further detail, not speaking as he started to walk up the opposite bank of the stream so he could leave Tate behind and be on his own.

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Realization filled tates eyes quickly and he shook his head with a smile, he let out a low laugh, "Oh yes, that, i just thought it might be something to do with Kirsten." he said with another chuckle, he watched Kyrasael walk away and padded up stream a few paces to where the water hadnt been touched by the other wolves blood, he immersed his front inky black paws in the cool clear water and leaned down to lap it up quietly

[||| BlackRain |||]

(( I will join, just give me a moment to fill in the form ))

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((okie dokie))

[geinkotsu]

Kyrasael lingered his eyes back for a moment when he had walked a ways, finding Tate had not followed. A painful expression arose on his face, eyes having such a sad pained look as they began to water. He closed his eyes against the stinging in his eyes, lowering his head as his ears lowering to the side in pained sadness. He could remember… the promise he made. The words she had said. Kyrasael slowly limped away, his tail bitterly tucked between his legs. He found an empty area devoid of life, the rock hard on his pads with a few stumps here and there.

He chose a spot, sitting down next to a stump as his head stayed lingering low. ‘If I can be with you when my world ends, It’ll be enough for me!’. The words rung in his head, the desperation and sadness of the shewolf’s voice firmly implanted in his head. Kyrasael raised his head high, letting out a long low pitched howl. Not one of call or urgency. The overwhelming sadness evident, melancholy bathing the sound in unshed tears that had drowned in his heart. The howl sounding such a forlorn call that it seemed to have been plucked from the bottom of his heart. Finally floating above the tears in his heart.

He slowly slumped down, laying on the ground sadly as he buried his nose in his paws. Closing his eyes as a single tear fell from his eyes and trailed down his muzzle, dripping of his nose to the ground.

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Tate paused when he heard the howl, he felt a flicker of sadness for Kyrasael, who was obviosly hurting in some way. he leaned back down to wash his face in the water

Kirsten perked an ear and turned her head slightly towards where Kyrasaels howl had come from, she heard the evident pain in his voice and wondered idly what was happening.

[||| BlackRain |||]

Owner's Name:
~*BlueRain*~
Name:
Aiierta [Aiier to her friends]
Gender:
Female.
Age:
2 and a half years.
Crush:
None.
Mate:
None.
Pups:
None.
Personality:
Dangerous and moving. Aiierta is startelingly fast and agile, in combat and mind. She is very mysterios and sly and not someone you want as an enamy. Although she is a tad shy, Aiier can get rather flirty and very much likes being around the boys. Yes, She is knowen to not have many female friends but thats because most others think she is stuck up and considered 'dominant'.Aiierta is very carfull when she takes risks. She doesn't like females that are constently trying to talk to her or put her down, nore the ones that always belive they are the pick of the bunch.
Aiierta has fears and weaknesses just like the rest the wolves, though she really hates being out in the open alot, she is very romantic and more of a peaceful and quiet she wolf, who would give her life for her mate and maybe some day pups.
She has no problem with being treated like a personal maid by the males and higher ranks.. infact its a plesure to her.

History:
Aiierta was a loner like may wolves. She grew up alone and has always kept an aspect of lonsomness.
Though she tryed to keep out of other wolves way, she encountered many a more situatens in wich the death of her oponent was the only way of keeping secrets and truths hidden from the outside world. Killing became a light hearted drug to Aiierta, it was her pas time as a loner and she found herself being a highly recomended assasin of choice. Other wolves would mearly take her aside for a short chat and the next morning the count of wolves would be one tail shorter.
Yes, she led a two sided life, though nothing in her personalety would have ever hinted on this she wolfs hidden talent, she was a stunning looking young female, and cought the eye of males in may places she traveled, though she was never really interested, not untill she left the mountains.. here she found the love was true and she wished she had been able to stay. Yet againced her will, she was driven from the lands, news having traveled that she was indeed a danger to be around. Traveling alone again, Aiierta lived in sorrow and quiet, not finding the plesure in her old pass time of murder, so when she was taken in to the pack, she stayed silent and thankfull, being stunning and beautyfull ment little here and she felt less of an outcast.. but her mind has always remaind dark.

Rank:
Fightress[Fighter] She'll try and work her way up the ranks.
Pic:-removed by staff-

Silly Balloons are Crazy.

[geinkotsu]

((This calls for a flash back!))

Kyrasael could remember the day he last saw her shining blue eyes and brilliant white and gray coat. Her soft and loving expression. He wished not to remember, but his obligation… his promise…
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The sounds of cooing birds singing their bright happy songs filled his ears, the sun shining bright as the thin trees of the woods gave little foliage to hide the rays that filtered down upon the group. Kyrasael, a young black furred wolf stood there. A happiness glittering in his eyes that he no longer had now, eyes bright as they shone of the light of the sun. He stood facing his former-mate, her bright white coat giving a soft glow in the light as if she were divinity, with clear crystal blue eyes and few gray spots on her coat. She looked sad, ears at the side with a longing expression in her eyes as she stood wearily, almost as if she hadn’t slept in days.

“I’ll do my best to find that herb for you, Marcel. Please wait for me.” he said softly, licking her nose. She softly licked his cheek as well. Kyrasael… his mate was sick. She had been that way for a long time, but only now had he found out. And he was willing to do anything to have her get better. The only way was a white cotton like flower herb with the medicinal properties said to even cure blindness.

“Please, don’t go.” She whispered, softly snuggling her head on his shoulder blade, and he did the same.
“I must. You’ll die without-” He didn’t get another word in before she interrupted.
“If I can be with you when my world ends, it’ll be enough for me!” She shouted, eyes watering. Pleading him desperately not to leave her. Not even for a day, not for an hour. She didn’t want him to go anywhere.
“Marcel… don’t say things like that… I’ll make sure we can live happily together.” He whispered, softly pulling away. But then, he received the most unexpected reaction.

“Then, promise me…. Promise me that you will always follow your heart. Promise me… that you will never forget who you are and what you believe in. Please… vow me this, that you will be you, wherever you go. Or else, do not return to me.” Marcel said. Her heart breaking inside as she said this, turning her head away. The three other wolves accompanying her was the healer, her sister, and her male friend.

“I swear to it, my most cherished and beloved…” He moved to give her a final goodbye before his parting. But she stepped away, turning and walking back towards base. Kyrasael stood there, at a loss. He lowered his head some, looking at the three others. “Take care of her while I am away.” He said before turning away himself. The two wolves parting their ways, and soon, the other three followed Marcel as well. Leaving in silence as Kyrasael left with his tail turned to them. Eyes strait forward, hoping for the best.
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Kyrasael let out a pained whimper, bellowing another soft howl. But this one was so short and choked, it was as if his soul had been taken away and all there was left was an empty shell of regret. Kyrasael did not want to remember this… But he had promised Marcel, he had promised her to do what his heart always told him to do- to follow the full lush heart he once had that was now broken. He had to keep this promise, he just had to!

It was the reason he was here. Because he had owed them his life for saving him, and would repay them, just as his old self would. Perhaps it was what he would do now as well… maybe it was just buried so deep he couldn’t find it under the sorrow.

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((accepted, and a admirable character at that, well done:) ))

Kirsten blinked at the male she had just saved, she willed him to just ignore her. the moment he blinked she was off running again. her hind legs springing her forward and her front legs eating up the ground. she slowed slightly to navigate through the thick trees, her pawsteps light and quick. when she broke through them she picked it up to a full out run. her paws beating a thunderouse song into the soil and her eyes narrowed with determination. she curved her paws with each step, running on her toes so as not to tear up her soft paw pads.
she wasnt going anywhere, merely just running for the sheer joy it gave her. she had always been a runner, and always would be

[Bℓυ ωιитєя]

(You spelt Rogue Rouge on the first post. )
owners name: Skitzy
name: Dust
gender: Male
age: 2 and a half
crush: none
mate: none
Pups: none
Personality: Kind, Friendly, Good willed, Hard working
History: Unknown to even me yet. But his brother is Darkjay
Rank: Fighter
Pic: Huge(As in biggest in the pack, along with his brother) medium light brown male whose fur sticks out in all directions no matter how much he cleans it. He has a messy look but is extremly handsome at the same time. His eyes are a shimmering emerald.

owners name: Skitzy
name: Darkjay
gender: Male
age: 2 and a half years
crush: none
mate: none
Pups: none
Personality: Vain, Aggressive, Blood thirsty, Wild, Dangerous, Sick
History: Unknown yet. Is Dust's brother. He was kicked out of the pack.
Rank: Rogue
Pic: Huge(As in the biggest wolf other then his brother) He is pure black and his fur is long and glossy. His eyes are dark blue. Extremly handsome.