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[shybot]

"It's complicated. Part of me wants to tell you and the other part is afraid that you'll run away screaming." Tommy said.

[maximum entropy]

Saffron was reading. It wasn't an unusual thing for her to do, after all. She sat in the library, a book on her ones. A frown slowly grew on her face as she read, and she suddenly stopped with a huff. "Darned Americans," she muttered. "Fought themselves over a perfectly solvable issue--without a war."

[shybot]

Joey stepped into the library, looking through the fiction books and picking one up, spotting Saffron.

[toothless,]

Rayne stopped just outside the edge of the woods and sat down. Her sharp blue eyes followed the movements of squirrels and rabbits. Looking around, she slipped into the woods and took her clothes off, folding them and placing them on the ground. She shifted into her wolf, welcoming the pain that came with it and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Soon she was on four paws and shaking out her thick brown coat before racing off.

[maximum entropy]

Spotting the other person, Saffron nodded at him, acknowledging his presence. She didn't want to start a conversation unless she had to. She stood up, putting the history book away before finding another one. She wasn't very good at history, so she was reading up on it so as to know the American one better. She pulled another book out before sighing. She had no idea what would be good for her to read. Great. A conversation. "What would be a good history book for me to read?" She asked, her accent cutting cleanly through the air.

[shybot]

Joey looked up as he was spoken to, and smiled a little. "I always loved Ancient mythology - Greek, Roman, the like. Maybe one of them? They have very.. Shocking stories." He smiled. "Better than any other History book I've read; why do you think there are so many books and movies about them?"

Dyxon walked through the forest, still in his human form, before seeing another of his kind and smiling sheepishly. "Hi!" He called softly.

[.nubs.]

FORM:

Name:
Kyler Roberts

Nicknames:
"K, Kyle(the one I hate) and just plain 'dude"

Age:
I'm 19

Gender:
...male!

Species:
I'm a werewolf

History:
Personality:
I'm a bit of a flirter but I have my limits, most of the time. I've been called caring, sweet, and stubborn as well. I'm always up for being the lower rank of the pack as well, I'm not a fighter.

Rank: (if a wolf)
Delta

Mate: (if you don't have one yet put N/A)
N/a

Other:

[shybot]

//accepted c:

[.nubs.]

Kyler~
I paw at a large pile of dirt, bored and hungry. Before lifting my head as a twig crack in the distance, breaking the silence on the forest. I let out a curious bark and wait for a response.

[shybot]

Dyxon turned his head, hearing a bark. "Hi?" He yelled back, uncomfortable with turning into his wolf form.