Spirit Eyes[Spirit Canine Roleplay] -Open-

[antler apathy]

OOC: Sorry guys! Everyone's accepted ^^ I'll go update the front page, and we can start as well.

[Teacup-old]

Alma's tail twitched as she was crouched low to the ground, her stomach bearly scraping the surface of the grass. Her cover was kept by the long grass. She stared ahead as the buck took another mouthful of grass. With a sound bringing up his alert, Alma lunged forward, grabbing his throat as his body fell limp. Finally, something to fill the bellies. She began the journey to bring it back to the pack, afterall she still had to hunt for her brother. She enjoyed visiting the outcasts, however not all of them were thankful for the meals she brought or just plain hated her. She knew it would be a long day, but it would pass like all the rest would. How bad could it be?

Ed's ears were bothered by the few misqitous biting, triggering his reflexes to shake his head. Groaning, he knew he would have to get up. He had been laying down all day. Slowly climbing to his feet, he stretched for a moment before heading off to fine Burke. His sister would come soon, he knew, but he felt like talking to someone else for a change. No matter how annoying or pesky they may be, not that he though Burke was pesky. He edged on, taking small strides in attempt to wake up his brain so he could walk faster. It made no difference though, he could skip time until he found Burke, but he didn't like to miss a moment of life. Life was too precious to miss out on it. His powers also had some defects. He could get headaches, fall ill, and many more he hasn't figured out yet. No, he would wait for his brain to wake up.

[Chara Dreemurr]

Sun yawned, jaws steched wide open. She licked her lips and rose from where she was lying down. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and looked at her surroundings. It was nice and all, and with something, mysterious to it. As always. She would never find out the mystery trait in her surroundings. After all, she did not know the name of this place! She simply called it the Spirit Realm.

(hope you don't mind this!)

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Teak paced through the wood,light dappling her colourless fur.Her eyes gleamed in the halflight,their striking colour standing out in her bleak fur.She smelt the air and narrowed her eyes.'Should I hunt now?',she thought to herself,'Or wait...'.The alluring scent overpowered her and she made her way steathily to the source of the appealing smell.She drew in a deep breath and crouched,her belly close to the ground.She made her way steadily closer to the animal before her.At the last moment she pounced and with a swift bite to the neck brought it down.She cussed silently as she saw the claw marks she had made."So much for a clean kill",she said,out loud to no-one in general.

[Hanoverian]

Estrella enjoyed her job as head healer, although she did not fit the common stereotype of medicine wolf. Firstly, she was not old, but instead quite young. She also was not extremely outlandish and crazed, wearing dangling bone charms and muttering strange sounding gibberish under her breath. She did, however, have a great deal of knowledge and know how, a trait all healers must possess. Estrella had learned to heal from listing. For nearly an entire summer, Tablone, the flock, Estrella, and her family resided in a lush meadow, nestled in the heart of the Apennine mountains. During those lazy, summer days, she had often run off to a nearby pine forest, for the sheep were dulled and relaxed by the calm atmosphere, and not very troublesome. She would hide deep in the glade, downwind from a pack of wild dogs - real wild dogs! Just the sound of their unusual and foreign bark excited Estrella; she had only heard stories about the elusive creatures. For hours she would crouch low and listen to the old medicine wolf, Taealoi, speak to her apprentice, Marlion, about the certain plants and herbs used for healing. She learned a great deal from that old wolf.

[mirage.]

((I won't make my text small so it's easier for you guys to read. C:))

Charlie lay in the soft grass of the clearing and let the wind blow through her wispy fur, ridding her of her worries. She liked this place, her secret place. It was relatively small, with lush grass almost untouched by the deer, and a clear view of the forest all around. She always came here when she had something on her mind, and right now, she most definitely did.
While she enjoyed her job as a healer, she wasn't nearly as good as the others. She had the natural ability, the "touch", as some liked to call it, but what she had in talent, she lacked in knowledge. Herbs, grasses, healing concoctions, everything was a bit over her head at the moment. The only thing that others would let her do is cleaning shallow hunting wounds. She felt ashamed.
She couldn't seek council in the head healer because Estrella intimidated her. To be honest, all other pack members intimidated her. She was not a very social creature, and the poor thing got anxious simply talking to others. And when she was anxious, she stuttered. Terribly.
Tears wet her eyes but she let the wind blow those away as well. She would get used to this life. Eventually.

[Toppyrocks]

((Moonie, I just saw that you have me on the members list with Ivy ForestTrekker, but I put up Sennaria. And she isn't in the rankings yet. Wasn't sure if you missed that.))

Burke sat under a wide-leafed tree, gazing out at a small stream. The labrador retriever didn't really feel like swimming at the moment, which was unusual. He used to jump at any chance he got to go in the water. Instead, he watched as he made the water slowly change colours, from the clear colour to a light blue, then a light green, then back to the clear colour. He could change the colour of many things, except his eyes and his fur. He used to be a yellow lab, but now he was just different shades or white and grey.

Sennaria wandered around aimlessly, having nothing to do. The breeze ruffled her grey husky fur, and her ice blue eyes searched for someone to talk to. After several minutes of wandering, she entered the forest. A small breeze brought the scent of a fresh kill to her nose, and she headed off in that direction. It was curiosity more then anything else that drove her. After several more minutes of walking she came upon Teak, who had some fresh kill. "Nice catch," She complimented. "Would you like some help?"

[Chara Dreemurr]

Sun lifted her head to the sky and sniffed. Nothing much, some prey here and there. She might go hunting later. But wait! There was a faint scent on the wind, but she did not know what it was. She decided to go feed her pack. But, the lingering suspicion of the scent stayed in her mind, as much as she tried to push it away.
She lifted her nose to the sky again. This time, she caught the smell of rabbit. Just perfect to feed her pack.
She followed the rabbit's scent until she came too it. Poor thing, too busy on eating whatever it had to notice the skilled hunter stalking it. Sun slid her paws slowly to avoid making too much noise. Luckly, the wind was just the right side, so the rabbit could not scent her. As soon as Sun came close enough, she pounced. The rabbit did not have time to struggle as she bit it's neck, killing it cleanly. There was enough to feed some hungry canines. The golden eyed hunter, and fighter, brought back her prey to her pack.

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Teak's whiskers twitched in amusement as Sennaria spoke,"Do I look like I need help?Or were you asking about eating it?"
She dropped the rabbit and scented the air for more prey.Smiling,she turned back to Sennaria,"Sorry,that was out of order.I'm teak by the way".Her red eyes glinted as she dipped her head.She paused momentarily,furrowing her brow.She shook her head and carried on scenting the air.Her ears pricked up as she caught and scent and she dropped into a crouch.

[Teacup-old]

{I'm guessing love makes others fall in love with her/like her? Idk, I'm not sure. Making someone love/like her sounds too controling...}
Alma dropped the buck in the center of camp. She quickly grabbed a chunk, ate it, and went out to hunt a second time. She was pleased how she could slip in and out of camp without anyone really noticing. She excelled in silence and stalkiness. She would bring her body low just to leave camp without being noticed. She wasn't one that liked her whole day messed up by five minutes of talking. To her, it was great to not talk. She stopped, though, sitting infront of the bush near her kill. Maybe she would regret it as she would be held back to talk... Oh well.