v o l c a n i c ☁ w o l v e s , now OPEN, started!

[Horse]

bellatrix

phi, nervous, curious, no relations

After listening to the loner's words, Bellatrix relaxed a bit, letting her back hunch slightly over as she stood. She stared at the loner for a few moments as she bowed her head back to him, expecting his response to be the exact opposite, for the brute looked so fierce and large. "Y-you.. Y-you- r-really?" the fae stuttered as she spoke, but soon calmed herself, hiding her obvious shock and confusion, "I-I'm sorry, I've just never encountered a... loner before, I guess... It's been years since I had any experiences with one- I mean, not that you would cause harm to me or anything-" Pausing, Bella gripped the ground with her claws. She felt as if she never chose the right choice of words, so she just decided to stop herself from explaining further, "Please, forgive me."

Bellatrix sighed, now glancing down at her paws, thinking. She wasn't the best with wolves she didn't know very well, and didn't really know how to start conversations. Looking back up at loner, Bella tried to pull herself together, "Am I intruding? I apologize if I am."

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zircon

alpha male, content, no relations

Zircon spotted Piper from the corner of his eyes, not so far away. He flicked his tail, deciding whether to talk to her or not. After a long moment of debating, the brute spun around, eyes on the fae. He was tired, and hoped the fae didn't mind if he sounded too cold.

A short distance away from Piper, the brute sat down on the dusty earth, ears only slightly pinned because of the gloomy weather. "The weather has been keeping me up at night lately. 'How about you?" Zircon asked Piper, offering a small smile, trying to engage in a conversation with his pack mate. The weather had gotten to him lately, and he wanted to see if it had done the same to his fellow pack mates. Maybe he could guide a trip up to the hunting grounds, as he had thought before, to stock up on prey and to finally breathe in fresh air for the first time in ages, as it seemed.

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⇉ rank; subordinate
⇉ location; den
⇉ emotions; tired, cranky
⇉ crush; n/a
⇉ tags; xylina

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Remus needed something to clear his mind. The rain had the brute in a mood as dark as the clouds above and the last thing he wanted was to be that way around his fellow packmates. His bright, amber eyes scanned the small clearing for a potential conversation, one that would hopefully have him leaving in a better mood than before. Spotting Xylina sitting in her usual shadowed spot. The fae had always piqued his interest, the way she sat back and watched, not being fully there but stil present. Remus gave his pelt another shake. Rather counterproductive due to the still oncoming rain, but he preferred not to be soaked all the time. It took Remus a few long strides to be at the edge of the white wolf's shadowy haven. "Hello."Remus put on a convincingly content smile as he greeted her. As far as Remus could remember, he couldnt recollect having a full conversation with her, though he had been pack mates for a while now.

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〉 ✦///xylina - fae [♀] - four year old subordinate - tags; remus ooc; jett is open to rp with

Xylina sat in the shadows, as tranquility rang around her, as well as the light drizzle that soaked her pelt. Unlike her enthusiastic brother, Jett, she enjoyed the silence and preferred to stay alone, not really wanting to start a conversation with others. Occasionally, a few of her pack mates would talk to her, but only ask questions that revolved around where and what others were doing at the moment. As she begun to lose herself in her thoughts, the fae blinked, whipping her head to the sound of a voice that had greeted her.

Her eyes landed on a smiling brute, who too, was soaked in the rain. She recognized the wolf as Remus, one of the subordinates. With a small nod, she greeted the wolf back, murmuring a bit too quietly, "Hello.."

[Horse]

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[mola,]

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gender✘ fae
rank✘ subordinate
age✘ two and a half
where✘ outskirt of camp
feeling✘ content
crush✘ open
tags✘ open
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her eyes were closed, her slender, white and red muzzle raised upward towards the dark clouds above. in that same position, the wolf sat unmoving as small drops of rain fell onto the tip of her black nose, running along her cheek and neck down to her paws, as tears, though she was not crying. soft blows of wind ruffled the longer tufts of fur along her back, but the cold didn't rattle her. it seemed quiet, peaceful moments such as these never approached willow anymore, not since she had joined the pack a few years ago. but, whenever she did catch a glimpse of these rare happenings, she made the most of them. sitting there, she enjoyed the peace, the quiet, the aloneness. the feeling of truly being free, without care or worry. a small smile tugged at the corner of maw. a smile, the only act no one has ever caught a glimpse of in all her young life. they, her pack-mates, all knew her as simply the shy, young wolf who was a fairly good hunter, but no one knew her as the type to smile at the rain.

willow sighed with content, remaining where he sat, muzzle up at the sky. she knew that this small happiness could only last for so long, and so she stood there for as long as she could, alone in the light rain.

[ariae.]

〉 ★///jett - brute [♂] - four year old subordinate - tags; none [open]

It wasn't long until Jett returned, happily padding with his prey held in his jaws. Noticing some of his pack mates grumpily getting up, he grinned wide, then looked around. He spotted Xylina and Remus, another subordinate, conversing in the distance, and others talking as well. Looking around once more, the brute shook his pelt lightly as bits of ash fell from his black fur. After doing this a couple times, Jett trotted to the corner of the camp and sat down. Placing his catch down in front of him, he looked around for someone to talk to for a while.
small wb sowwy~

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Name~ Arberie (Brie)
Gender~ female
Age~ 3.5 years
Pack~ yes
Rank~ subordinate
Crush~ none
Tags;; OPEN

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Brie stood completely still, and deadly silent. Her eyes scanned her surroundings as she crouched in the brush. Slowly, ears twitching as she made sure not to make a sound, she began to stalk forward. Her eyes locked on her target, her lip curling in anticipation of her attack... Then she leapt forward, pouncing on her prey and snapping its neck to end its struggling. Gently, she picked up the rabbit, its limp form hanging from her jaws. She was pleased with this catch, even if it was small.
Brie returned her kill to camp, then set out again on a trek through the forest. If someone were to look closely at her on this rainy morning, they would have rubbed their eyes and looked again. For once, the usually tense, tough, cold Arberie actually appeared to be relaxed. She took a deep breath of the chilly air, lifting her face and letting the raindrops draw lines down her muzzle. Rainy days were in fact the few days she seemed to be able to calm down and relax. It was as if the rain could wash away her worries, the way it did her tracks and scent. She felt safer on such days, though she would never admit to any kind of insecurity she had on other days.

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Name~ Allita
Gender~ female
Age~ 3 years
Pack~ yes
Rank~ Healer
Crush~ none
Tags;; OPEN

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Allita trotted through the woods, a smile upon her maw. She enjoyed walks through the woods, even if she was alone and rain doused her pelt right now. It was always nice to have someone to talk to, but it was just as nice to listen to the birds chirping and the leaves rustling above her head. Of course, on such a rainy day as this there were very few birds chirping, and their music was replaced by the ker-plunk sound of the raindrops hitting the branches above her head. She sniffed around, searching for some herbs she could bring back to camp. The rain liked to hide the scents of animals, but the scents of plants seemed to grow stronger as they were washed clean.

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Name~ Rio
Gender~ male
Age~ 4 years
Pack~ yes
Rank~ subordinate
Crush~ none
Tags;; Willow

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Rio opened his eyes, then his muzzle to let out a quiet yawn. He stood up and shook out his bluish-grey and white pelt, then walked to the entrance of his den. Peering out the opening, he saw little raindrops splashing down from above. He considered whether he should stay in or go outside, and after a bit of debating he chose the latter. Stepping outside, cool droid of water met him and before long his coat was dripping like the the thick grey clouds. He looked around camp, wondering if there was anyone who would like to engage in conversation.
Seeing nobody around at the moment, he made his way towards the outskirts of camp. He soon picked up a faint scent, diluted by the rain that was washing the earth. He followed the faint trail, seeing a figure emerge from the hazy outlin of trees. Rio saw Willow, sitting contently in the rain. He watched her for a moment, not wanting to disturb the serene scene. Finally, he approached. "Good morning, miss Willow."

[mola,]

[▲]xxxxxxxxxxWillow

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gender✘ fae
rank✘ subordinate
age✘ two and a half
where✘ outskirt of camp
feeling✘ shy
crush✘ open
tags✘ rio
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willow had not expected a wolf to come greet her, nor had she noticed the wolf approach her. at the sound of the brute's voice, her light, golden eyes flew open and her reddish ears pinned back against the dusty grey fur pf her head, startled. she could feel the heat rushing to her fur, despite the bitter coldness of the wind and rain, embarassed someone had caught her in this rare, peaceful state. for the first time, she noticed her coat was drenched and dripping in rain water. she pondered how long she had been out alone, and furthermore wondered how long the wolf behind her had watched. drops of rain still splashing onto her fur, she slowly turned to face the voice: rio, one of the subordinate males in her pack. the shy fae opened her muzzle, fighting out a quiet, soft, stuttered "Hello" in response, her eyes focused on her paws.