ＵＮＩＴＥＤ ＷＥ ＳＴＡＮＤ[ˡᶤᵗᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ] [closed, again]

[button.]

[The fact that you said "the odds were not in her favor" and your fc is jennifer lawrence is amazing]

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oliver fent // nineteen // tags: Vicka
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The winter winds were already penetrating the large wolf's fur, but Oliver didn't seem to mind. With a thick grey pelt and a high tolerance for cold already, Oliver had never found fault with the winter like some others had. Usually he actually preferred the icy chill of winter to the summer sun beating down on his back. His mind seemed more clear with the cold. It helped him think.

Oliver stood, facing the large clearing he would need to be soon. The thought of having to fight some of his closest friends and family for a spot in some pack made him sick to his stomach, but Oliver would have to participate nonetheless. Fighting had never been much of a strong point for the boy, and he much rather preferred peace to conflict. If at all possible Oliver would fly under the radar during the events, direct the least amount of attention as possible. The prospect of becoming a shame to the pack made the wolf shudder, and was the only thing keeping him from running away from it all.

Oliver finally decided it was time to embrace his fate and trotted through the forest to the clearing where a couple other wolves sat. Not late and not early, Oliver arrived right on time, sitting down silently near the outskirts of the clearing. His large head swung towards the forest, a longing to escape in his intricate green eyes. Suddenly, movement off the the left caught his attention. Focusing on the object, Oliver realized it was none other than Vicka, showing up late to the party as usual. "Glad you finally decided to join us." Oliver said playfully, eyes slightly narrowed.

[They can speak as wolves, right? Or at least communicate somehow?]

[vulpine,]

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Sitting nearby one of the many towering trees residing in the woods, a dark colored werewolf tried finding solace within the silence of the forest... while it lasted.

The inevitable day of the Trails was finally here, and Shay couldn't deny he felt a little nervous. It wasn't something he had been looking forward to. He wasn't exactly an ambitious person, so becoming the next leader of the Vega and whatnot didn't really interest him. No, the twenty-one year old werewolf was only concerned with getting a place in the pack at all. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he couldn't at least manage that much. Shay strongly disliked the idea of his lupine other half being taken away from him. And it wasn't just that, and the pressure his parents had put on him to succeed; the lack of limitations in the Trials was also troubling. How far would his opponents go to be victorious? Shay let out a small sigh, his breath clouding up in front of his face momentarily in the crisp morning air before dissipating seconds later. He didn't want to think of the other werewolves as his rivals, but he couldn't simply ignore the fact that this was a competition, and a lot was at stake. If he wasn't careful, he could lose a lot more than just his wolf form.

Just relax, Shay. No use in getting so anxious. He thought to himself, feeling the urge to regain his composure. There wasn't anything he could do about the Trials, except at the very minimum, try and survive - and even that was something he couldn't do until they actually began. Refusing to participate would be useless. He'd only be disappointing his family, and most likely would be stripped of his wolf form right then and there. Unsurprisingly, it didn't seem very pleasant to him.

It wasn't long before Shay figured he should get going. He wasn't that far from the designated clearing where everyone else should be meeting at, so he didn't think taking his time would be a problem. Regardless, Shay didn't want to be one of the last to arrive, preferring not to draw attention to himself in such a way. With a relaxed yet steady pace he began walking, his paw steps partially muffled by the soft ground. Overall, he couldn't help but feel rather unprepared for what was to come, and that fact alone was enough to make him uneasy once again. Once he approached the clearing, Shay slowed down and paused, not stepping more than a few feet into the opening. His light brown gaze drifted left and right, observing who was already there and who they were still waiting on. He assumed he wasn't late. But by the sound of it, it seemed he had arrived just a moment after Vicka had, which made him reconsider his punctuality.

[[ Sorry it's not too pretty, I'm on my iPod at the moment :c ]]

[lean.]

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name: diana felix calum lovelace
nickname: felix, fenix, calum
mood: nervous, ready
tagged: the others [?]
location: woods
crush: none
relationship: none
age: twenty
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>>>> a girl with dirty blonde hair and eyes that looked like a ocean storm
stood surrounded by trees with a nervous look on her face. she looked around
at her surrounded before starting to sprint and jumping in the air. her body
quickly took on a new form, when she landed she was a large wolf like creature
with fur that was gray brown, she shook her head and let out a small sneeze
as she took in all the scents.

Today was the day of the trials, the girl was ready and nervous, she didn't know
who would survive and who wouldn't, she was scared by the small fact that she
might not make it. the wolf took off in a sprint weaving through the woods and
jumping over fallen logs. her breathing was calm and her mind was clear of worry.
she looked ahead of her until she saw other wolf pelts. her pace dropped as she
turned into a clearing where others like her sat. they were all in the trials, all
hoping to be part of the new pack.

Diana nodded to the other wolves and shook her pelt slightly before she sat down.
she watched the others quietly, wondering who all would be part of the new pack
and if she would be one of them. she forced herself to relax and wondered how late
she was. she took to sniffing the air and watching the others to distract herself and
to make her worries leave. the only thing that remained in her mind was her as a
human, she was slowly staying human more often in a attempt to get used to it if
the worst were to happen.

[wonderlandwolf]

ｚｅｌｄａ ｒｏｓｅ ｍｅｒｒｉｃｋ
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zelda didn't have the absolute best chance of getting in. she wasn't the offspring of a high ranked werewolf. her attitude often got her into trouble, and she was one of the most disobedient werewolves competing in the trials. but, at the same time, she had a high chance in getting into the pack. she had amazing strength; wolf or human form. she certainly could be one of the strongest wolves in the trials. she knew she would get high scores for trials involving strength and stealth. but, many have told her she may get low scores with the way she acts.

zelda wore a black leather jacket, with a gray tank top and black skinny jeans. jumping down from the tree, she landed swiftly on the ground, the short distance from the branch to the ground being fast and easy. she wasn't too far from the clearing, taking about a minute or so to walk. but, by this time, zelda was most likely late; as usual. looking around, she stayed in her human form, walking east.

as she arrived at the clearing, she looked around at the wolves. continuing walking, her size shrunk down to a white wolf, padding towards the outside as she sat next to a bronze colored wolf. "glad to see your showed up." the fae spoke, gently scolding her. nice to see you too, primrose. zelda replied, sarcasm in her voice. but, it was quite obvious the two faes were quite close.

[bee]

(I'm not really sure where I should jump in, haha)