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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2017 23:08:07 GMT -8
-Timeskip-
Life in the pack was okay for now, except for the little rift in her mind that occasionally bothered her, the thoughts of Wren and Newt and that had happened. Being a scout was good, she got to get out and away from the Common Grounds often, and her job was basically to explore the pack territory, to check for intrusions. She still got to hunt, and though it was just solitary meals for herself, she almost preferred it that way. It wasn't like she had anyone she'd like to hunt with, other than Maytr, perhaps, seeing as he was nice. Instead, she would grab her own meals on her own, and get to be in her 'hunting mode' when no one could see.
Aili's attention had often been finding itself focused in on Wren. She wanted to go over, and speak to her, tell her she was sorry. However, her attention occasionally drifted to Newt, as well. Aili had decided to apologize to him, and hopefully that would also smooth things over with Wren a bit. It had taken some consideration, but she finally decided that she was in the wrong and she would much rather have simply no friends and no hate against her rather than keep her pride and have hate against her in the pack, if that made any sense. Aili thought about how she would apologize, apologizing did not happen often for her, seeing as in her old pack she didn't really have to apologize and seeing as here she never really interacted with the others much. Funny to think that apologizing could come difficultly to a wolf, and Dis had wished perhaps her old Alpha had taught her more about the subject.
Her attention was diverted from her thoughts, her eyes distracted by the sight of Newt, making his way to the outskirts of the commons. Aili took a deep breath. She had already swallowed all pride she had, all she had to do was will herself to go to him. In one movement, she gracefully brought herself from laying on the ground to standing on her paws. She padded over to Newt, hoping he wouldn't scoff and turn away at the first sight of her.
"Hello," she says when she arrives to his side, not really sure how to start. Aili sits down, looks at her paws for a couple of seconds, and then focuses her honey-colored gaze on Newt. "I just wanted to say that I was wrong and rude to say that stuff a while back, and I don't really have a censor-" she cuts herself off, mentally reminding herself not to make excuses. "Well, what I said was not kind, especially while you were in that state and you were new to everything, and I am sorry that I said that, and I can assure you I will not act like that again. If I do, just give me a quick chomp on the leg or something." That last sentence may have sounded like a joke, but it wasn't, and Aili said it with her usual straight face.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2017 2:53:16 GMT -8
Feyre of Noctis Rich shades of crimson, peach and gold stained her vision, the colours that had so suddenly wrapped themselves around the land of Noctis were a complement to the similar hues and colourations of Feyre's pelt, especially as the pale light of morning seemed to make the scenery glow.
The young she-wolf had been awake for hours before the light of dawn. Her agenda taking her to the edges of the borders, where she had spent her morning digging through scents both new and old, searching yet again for a single trace of the Beta who has disappeared. But everything remotely familiar to the beast was incredibly stale and almost non-existent. It pained her to have to return to the Commons to see Yoki without Zero. Feyre couldn't imagine what it was like to find love so suddenly before having them leave you even faster than they had come.
Despite this, she kept her head held high, not giving up hope on the Beta just yet. Feyre knew that he would return for his mate...right? That's how love was suppose to work? She had to shrug this heavy question off her shoulders as she entered the Commons, golden coat sparkling as bright as her sterling eyes as she saw a few faces already emerged from their den. It seemed that Yoki hadn't awoken yet, or she was simply out of sight. But it was a certain face that snagged her attention, the male who's coppery coat seemed to magnify the brilliance of Autumn itself.
Feyre couldn't help the smile that blushed over her face at the site of her friend, his presence in the Commons was enough to make the whole 'Zero situation' ease it's way off her shoulders and fill her mind with a foreign comfort. It seemed that Maytr was already engaged in conversation with Wren, the she-wolf who's maturity levels were somewhat questionable, but she was a source of energy for the pack. Feyre didn't want to be rude and butt in on their conversation, besides, they could always invite her over to talk if they wanted to~
Pulling her gaze away from the handsome young male and his companion, Feyre noticed that her 'parents' hadn't exited their den just yet. It was best to leave them be until they were ready to present themselves to the pack to give morning orders, but it was nice to think that they were getting the sleep-in that they deserved as hardworking Alphas.
Her bushy tail weaved of gold curled around her slim body as she lightly placed her rump on the ground, a sigh releasing itself from her lips as a small smile twitched at her lips. Despite the worry of Zero and Yoki, everything felt so peaceful. The trees that swayed so gently on the morning-zephyr, and the soft buzz of a few voices that echoed through the area to accompany the symphony of birds that began their early chorus. Yes; peaceful was definitely the word to describe this beautiful atmosphere.
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Post by Warrior Tamlin on Jul 23, 2017 22:13:20 GMT -8
Time Skip The young pup had grown substantially, his legs lengthening and his fur becoming more plush. Over the past few weeks he hadn't spoken much to Maytr or Feyre, but that wasn't exactly his fault. His siblings had kept him at bay, teasing him for the few fleeting moments of conversation that they had outside the den. Well, they had for a while. Lysandra had wandered away not too long ago, not returning since. A pang of sadness coursed through the young pup, so he forced himself to get to his paws. His thoughts returned to Feyre. He was much younger than her, why would she be having similar feelings? What were these feelings anyway? They weren't exactly love, like Alpha Luke and Alphess Seven or Delta Yoki and Beta Zero had. but they were almost similar. His small but lanky form squeezed out of the den, jade eyes scanning the yellowing landscape. The air smelled clearer in the commons, less densely packed with the scent of his sister. Still grieving, he breathed slowly, not wanting the scent of his sister to alleviate his nose so quickly. Both him and his brother had experienced so much loss recently. First it was their mother, leaving before he had even memorized her face. He imagined that he would be able to recognize his mother's scent if he ever encountered her again, but it was unlikely. Then it was their sister, walking away going on one of her innocent adventures. Tamlin was appreciative that he had been able to see her face, heard her voice, smelled her scent, but it still hurt to see her leave. The last wolf he had lost in his short life was his father figure. Conrad had gone for a walk to grieve the loss of his adopted daughter, and hadn't come back. None of the adults would tell him what happened, but he was no idiot. He knew that his father wasn't coming back. Giving his frame a shake, Tamlin refocused himself. Wolves were already awake and socializing in the commons, Newt and Aili were talking off in the distance, Wren and Maytr seemed to be playing closer to the center of the commons, but one wolf sat alone. Her russet fur matched the transforming scenery, shining in the gentle morning light. Glancing back into the den, he noted Aedion's forms still breathing heavily, so he headed towards her. "Good morning, Feyre," Tamlin spoke, his voice slightly deeper than it had been the last time they spoke. He moved to were she sat, placing his much smaller frame beside her. He wanted to lean into her, simply from the instinctive need for comfort, but he stayed vertical. He didn't want Feyre to be a mother to him, he wanted her to be a friend, maybe more in the future. Jade eyes watched Feyre's silver optics as he waited for a response, trying to read her emotions. He hoped that a she-wolf so pretty wouldn't be feeling awful on this fine morning, but he couldn't control her feelings. All he could do was try to make her feel better if she was feeling as secretly bad as he was. Feyre @aedion |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2017 12:41:19 GMT -8
| .:. Time Skip: 3 weeks .:.The morning fell upon the obsidian female as the dim, silvery light of dawn seeped into the den, along with the crisp feeling of autumn sweeping around her. An ebony cranium lifted slowly from the ground, the golden orbs set within it flitting open to slide gently over the shelter. She was aware of the lack of warmth beside her, of the lack of her mate’s presence at her side. Her head swiveled toward the den’s opening; perhaps it was his departure that had awoken her.Seven shifted, her jaws stretching in a quiet yawn. Her long forelimbs stretched out before her, the night’s tension ebbing from them with each small movement. Her head once more twisted toward the den’s mouth, her neck craning for a look outside. Fall had come upon the land in the past weeks, that much she knew. Her onyx pelt had grown significantly longer and thicker, becoming a distinct source of warmth through the change of seasons. The temperatures had yet to fall to those of the coming winter, but the crisp chill of the mornings and nights made it necessary. With the seasons’ change came a change in scenery as well; the trees surrounding the Noctis camp would be beginning to change into the flaming colors of autumn - gold, auburn, crimson. It was these which Seven now tried to glimpse from within the den’s confinement, along with the familiar shape of her mate, who surely wouldn’t be far off.After only a few minutes did Luke’s form appear in the den’s aperture. At the sight of her love’s familiar vibrant pelt approaching, a brightness spread across the she-wolf’s visage. A warmth settled in her chest just from seeing the male to whom she had given her heart, a feeling she didn’t mind in the least.“Good morning my love,” Luke greeted after setting down the squirrel which he had before held in his jaws - surely the spoils of his venture from the den that morning. The obsidian female smiled up to him as his tongue rasped affectionately against her cheek. “Good morning,” she murmured in reply, pressing her muzzle lovingly against the male’s neck.After a brief moment, Luke gestured toward the squirrel lying before her. “I hope this is enough.”“It is, thank you,” Seven replied warmly. Bracing her legs beneath her, she pushed herself off the ground. With a tiny smile, she noticed that she felt more weighed down than usual as she moved. She brushed it off; it wasn’t unmanageable. Leaning down, she grasped the squirrel’s flesh between her sharp teeth, tearing a bite away from the carcass.
As her meal came to a close, Seven looked over to her mate. “How have you been this morning?” she said, moving closer to him.Alpha Luke | |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2017 1:27:33 GMT -8
Aedion
"Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire."
The male did not rise so easily. Though it pained him to wallow in the den where his sister's stale scent still lingered, he struggled to find the motivation to move throughout his days as easily as his brother seemed to. It had been a week since she had disappeared, her figure wandering from the boundaries of the Commons, never to be seen again. They told him with pitiful tones that she would return soon, they had tried to convince him that she had simply gone on an adventure and was planning to return later. But Aedion was loosing his wistful puppy cognition, he knew deeply and truely that his beloved sister wouldn't be returning from some great adventure, and this thought alone brought burning tears of guilt and regret to stab his eyes.
Aedion inhaled a sharp breath that scorched his lungs as he forced back the tears with rapid blinks. He wouldn't be caught crying this early in the morning, he would instead save the tears for the darkest moments of night when everyone was asleep and unable to witness the deep grief that haunted him. The male eventually rose onto lanky legs which had grown quite nicely, pulling his weak and slightly underfed body from the ground. Dirt and dust marked his creamy white fur in various patches, but he couldn't find the strength to shake out his coat or find the motivation to clean himself off. And it had been like that for the past week.
He brought himself out of the den soon enough, the sharp rays of morning light burning his softly coloured optics. But it didn't bother him, especially since their was a deadly flame building within his lungs with every breath he took. After all, the air still tasted like her, he could still pluck her fading scent from the barrage of others. Aedion held onto this small morsel of his sister as he inhaled that fire again, his chest growing heavy as he forced himself to step away from that den which still reeked of her. Though he didn't stray too far, as per usual. Aedion wouldn't let himself walk away from that area that still captured onto her very essence and held it as tight as he wish he could've. So he sat and mulled through the details of her face again, forcing himself to remember her glowing eyes, her youthful smile, her bell-like giggle and her loving heart.
Aedion had already forgotten the details of his mother's existence; so her refused to forget Lysandra's.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2017 1:52:58 GMT -8
Feyre of Noctis Feyre found herself lost in the toils of Autumn. After all, this was her first time seeing the leaves shift to such rich and exquisite colours. She couldn't even catalogue all off them if she tried. But it was the feel that encased the air that really intrigued her, the cooler touches that varied greatly to the warm appearance of the land, as well as the crisp smell that seemed to accompany the leaves as they fell from their branches and dried against the embrace of the ground.
It was truely captivating for the gilded yearling, and she wished she could've sat in this moment of wonder for eternity, but a welcome interruption pulled her from her trance. "Good morning, Feyre," the deeper tones were almost unfamiliar to her, yet it was the comforting scent that told her who had graced her company before her sterling eyes could even settle upon the alabaster frame of the slightly younger male. A smile warmed her features almost instantly. "Morning, Tam." Feyre greeted with the gentlest voice she could muster, not wanting to seem overly cheery when her friend carried such a gloomy atmosphere of grief. She tried to keep that gentle and comforting smile, but the amount of loss that Noctis had encountered lately was cause for it's falter.
Tamlin and Aedion had lost everyone. Their mother, their unknown father, their father-figure, and even their beloved sister. Feyre could tell that the latter of the pair was taking this loss a lot harder than the former, perhaps because of Tam's more-so hardy personality; but it didn't mean that her friend wasn't free from the pains of loss. "Are you and Aedy holding up okay?" Feyre questioned, using his brother's overly cute nickname in an attempt to soften her words. Of course, the she-wolf shuffled closer to her friend, gold and silver fur mingling as she tried to provide as much comfort to the male as possible. Feyre wanted to be there for him; she refused to let him face so much loss by himself. It pained her to see others suffer, and she sometimes wished that she could take others' pain so that she wouldn't have to.
But life was as such, and being a shoulder to lean on was all she could do for Tamlin at this moment.
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Post by Alphess Wren on Aug 1, 2017 1:32:43 GMT -8
After a few seconds of waving her leaf if Maytr's face, he didn't react in the way she had expected him to. Her invisible brows furrowed underneath her leaf, and Wren moved back a few steps. He must be having a bad autumn morning, she presumed. In any case, the moisture under her lovely hat was beginning to seep through her fur and reduce the friction of the leaf on her head. After she had moved herself far enough from Maytr that he wasn't in the slash zone, the blanketed she-wolf gave her pelt a good shaking, ridding herself of most of the leaves that clung to her pelt. Giving Maytr a small smile of goodbye, Wren scanned her gaze around the commons for someone else to talk to. Tamlin was talking with Feyre, and Newt and Aili were speaking, that was a good sign.
One, small form sat alone, dejected and depressed. It was Aedion, and Wren's heart squeezed as she empathized with the young pup. He had lost so much, more that Wren could ever imagine losing at such a young age. At least he was in Noctis and not out in the rogue lands. His loss could be much more disastrous without the support system of his brother, and all of the other wolves in Noctis. He sat outside his den, simply sitting there. Wren had noticed over the past few days that he hadn't eaten much, if at all. A new idea sparked in her mind. She was a hunter, so why let a pack member go hungry? With her idea in mind, she switched into hunting mode, becoming conscious of the sound of her pawsteps and the scents that littered the commons.
Blood was the first scent she noticed. It was fresh, but the only scent that she could discern was a predator was wolf, so someone else had also hunted this morning. Stopping her movements, Wren flicked her ears first, listening for any obvious sounds of small movements. Birds chirped happily in the auburn trees above, but there was no way that she was going to be able to get them as a meal for Aedion. Closer in the realm of possibility, a large rustle caught her attention. At this time of year, there was a delicate balance between the prey. There were those animals that couldn't find any food and were skinny, and those that were stocking up fat for the winter and were plump and juicy. Simply by the volume of the sound, Wren guessed that this was either a large, skinny rodent, or a moderate to large, fat rodent. Drinking in the scent through her nose, she identified the unique scent of a vole.
Combining both of her senses, Wren crept forward through the edge of the commons, amber eyes scanning the fallen leaves for the fat, tan form she predicted. It took a few attempts to locate herself in the right position to see the vole. It's small form was indeed, fat, and it was stuffing it's face with the fallen seeds from the trees. Wiggling her butt slightly Wren launched herself at the rodent, her claws struggling to grip the leaves, but she managed to clear the distance between her and Aedion's breakfast. It was sloppy most definitely. Claws scraped the leaves and part of the rodent's tail, but it wriggled out from under her paw. Launching herself again, Wren's body landed on the vole, trapping under her light frame. Twisting her neck spastically, the huntress managed to bite around the rodent's head and adjust her bite so that it severed it's spinal cord.
Sighing, Wren got to her paws, not the happiest with her hunt. She wanted to get something nice for the grieving pup, but what she barely managed to get was a sloppily killed vole. It would have to do, for now. Picking up her catch gingerly, Wren walked back towards the center of the commons, the limp carcass in her mouth swaying gently. The young pup hadn't moved in the time that it had taken her to catch his meal. Walking up to him slowly, Wren placed the vole down in front of him. Laying on her stomach beside the pup, Wren gently spoke, "I caught this for you, Aedion. You need to eat." She nudged the rodent's carcass towards the pup. Until he wanted her to speak, or if he would at all, she would remain silent, simply providing company to the internally distraught pup.
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Post by Warrior Tamlin on Aug 4, 2017 17:44:03 GMT -8
"Morning Tam," the auburn beauty responded to his greeting, Her voice was soft, gentle. The resolve he had built up wavered slightly at the sound of her pity. "Are you and Aedy holding up okay?" Her gentle question prompted the lanky pup to switch his gaze to his brother. His throat closed slightly as he watched the only family he had left wallow in his misery. Wren lay beside him, and a vole was placed in front of him, but he didn't know if his brother would eat it or not. Aedion hadn't been able to continue with daily life as easily as Tamlin had. Not that the snowy male was perfectly fine either; he was simply just able to mask his grief better than Aedion. As Feyre leaning over to him, Tamlin threw his previous ideal out the window. Leaning into the larger she-wolf's side, Tamlin shook his head, not wanting to speak out of fear of his voice cracking under the pressure his throat was feeling. Jade eyes welled up with tears and his small form shook slightly as he began to shake against Feyre's side. It had taken time, but the numbness that Tamlin had built his walls out of had worn off. The full weight of the loss he had experienced crashed down on him as he openly cried on Feyre's shoulder. He had no doubts that after the few minutes, hours, days, weeks, of crying, he would be reduced to the state Aedion was in. In a state of ethereal nothingness that would need support to get out of. But for now, he couldn't stop his tears, and he leaned heavily on the spitfire she-wolf as he poured out emotions. Feyre @aedion
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2017 19:05:40 GMT -8
| | The slim bodice of the Noctis Beta gracefully revealed itself from the closure of her den. The monochromatic colours that adorned her pelt were a beacon amongst the bright fire-like colours of Autumn, Sasha's form seeming to be so out of place amongst all of the visually assaulting hues. Sasha gave this fact no mind, and she instead looked over her shoulder to glance back inside the den. It was there that she saw the peacefully sleeping form of her newly claimed mate, Zachariah. A smile flushed over her features as a warmth grew in her stomach. Even just watching his muscular form rise and fall with the steady breathes of sleep was enough to entrance the Beta, and she wished that she could stay by his side in the warmth of their den for an eternity. But she had been entrusted with the title of Beta, which meant that she had responsibilities and expectations to keep up with. So she would let her loved one rest, while she would join oversee the waking of the pack before joining the Alpha's to organise daily tasks if her help was needed.
Sasha quickly made her way to the centre of the Commons with cranberry eyes drifting over each figure that already occupied the area. It seemed that Feyre had returned from her usual scout of the borders, and judging by the fact that she was busy comforting a grieving Tamlin, Sasha was safe to assume that she had not been able to find her fellow Beta. She hated the admit that she felt a pang of grief rattle her own blood at thought of Zero's disappearance, as well as the unfortunate vanish of Lysandra and Conrad which had clearly taken a massive toll on two pack-members especially. It was with this thought that she looked over to Wren and Aedion, the former attempting to feed the later whom had not consumed anything in the last few days.
It was unfortunate to watch someone so young have to carry such a heavy burden of grief and loss. Sasha couldn't even imagine what it would be like to loose someone close to her, though she did feel bile rise in her throat at the thought of Zachariah joining the trend of 'disappearances'. She could barely bring herself to think of such things this early in the morning, so the Beta instead shifted her stare to look towards the Alphas' den. It seemed that they had not yet emerged from their cove, which meant that Sasha still had some time to sit and breath in the fresh crispness of the morning air before the day was kicked off to a start. | |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2017 23:57:30 GMT -8
Aedion
"Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire."
The young boy felt like he was suffocating. The weight of grief was becoming so heavy that he couldn't control his breathing as it began to slow become quite shallow. That familiar scent that drilled through his core was like a rope caught tightly around his throat, a reminder that he would never see her again and that there was nothing he could do to change that. It was torture; complete and utter torture to swim through the memories of his sister, but he couldn't forget her. Aedion refused to.
Perhaps he should have insisted on accompanying her on that fateful adventure, he should've made sure she slept in or he should've asked her to play with him. The male would have done anything to keep her innocent soul among the living for even a second longer than she had lasted. Aedion was not left with these thoughts any longer, as a presence beside him was enough to make him flinch away from such deep and emotionally damaging thoughts. "I caught this for you, Aedion. You need to eat." The voice was feminine and gentle, but he couldn't find the energy to lift his head and see who was speaking to him, nor could he bring himself to identify the scent that didn't belong to his sister. Aedion simply looked down at the messily killed rodent, his stomach clenching and his throat burning at the sight of the deceased animals for two reasons. One: he usually shared his meals with Lysandra, so it had become difficult for him to stomach food without her, and two: the youngling couldn't help but wonder if she had been killed as the vole had. He could only imagine his sister's small body laying limp between the jaws of another wolf or even a bear, with blood dripping from her mouth and her neck twisted at an ungodly angle.
Aedion gagged as he felt bile rise into his mouth. He swallowed the putrid liquid back down, choking on the hot acids as tears formed in his eyes before he could even jerk his head away from the view that caused such nightmarish thoughts. He couldn't even bring himself to say sorry to whoever had been kind enough to try and get him to eat, the pup was too busy holding back tears and trying not to faint as a wave of heat began to press at the back of his skull.
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Post by Alphess Wren on Aug 7, 2017 1:22:04 GMT -8
The young pup she lay next to gagged, his increasingly skinny frame convulsing as he barely managed to keep the contents of his empty stomach down. He made no move to try to eat it, he simply stayed in the same position. Lowering her head to his level, she could see the glass in his eyes as he refused to move. He seemed to tremble slightly with every breath. Wren knew the feeling, trying to hold back tears so hard that it physically hurt. She wanted to comfort him, but she didn't know how. Not at all. After a few seconds of intently watching the small tan pup, Wren finally got back onto her paws. Lowering her cranium down, she licked the young pup's head gently, staying silent as she moved away.
There had to be something. Her sloppily killed vole was slightly sickening to even herself when she looked back at it, so it was no surprise that the grief stricken pup refused to touch it. What other food was there? She couldn't just bring him another rodent, it would probably cause him to lose all control of his stomach. She feverishly scanned her amber gaze over the commons, trying to find anything that wolves could eat other than meat.
An idea flew to her head. What did the animals they ate eat? Plants! What are some plants that are edible? She didn't know! Even so, she had to try. Darting into the thicker undergrowth, Wren grabbed a large group of plants. One was a branch with a large clump of purplish berries (Juniper), another came from a bush with a few leaves and clumpy, red berries (Raspberry). One of them was familiar to the uneducated she-wolf, simply mint. With each of her plants, she wrapped the twig she took with the leaves on the ground, keeping them separated from each other. With her mouth full of vegetation, Wren glanced around, looking for more plants. There had to be more! She spotted a few more berries, and quickly set her bundle down and snapped off a few branches of the plants. One had some spread out berries that were a really dark purple (Deadly Nightshade), and the other had some more red berries, but they weren't as soft and plump as the other ones she had (Holly Berries). Throwing them all in a pile, Wren wrapped up her plants with a few of the dead leaves on the ground. She was no idiot, some of the stuff in her maw was probably poisonous, and she didn't need herself getting sick trying to help Aedion.
Then the second part of her plan sparked into action. Trotting briskly, Wren came up to Newt and Aili. The blanketed she-wolf placed her bundle of plants down gingerly near Newt, and stayed silent until he and Aili had finished his conversation. "Morning, Newt! I want to help Aedy, and he almost barfed on the vole I caught him, so I was wondering if he could eat any of these plants?" the young she-wolf rambled slightly, her tongue still adjusting to the taste of leaves formerly being in her mouth. She looked at him with pleading eyes as she poked her bundles of plants towards him. She needed to get some food into him; it was going to drive her insane if he continued to fast for much longer.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2017 10:59:47 GMT -8
Newt ; Apprentice
Berry eyes glanced up, only to be met with the ginger and onyx hues of his past tormentor, Aili. Flattening round mocha auricles, the Apprentice watched her grow closer, suddenly flooded with increasing suspicion. Should he walk away? Dismiss this overly egotistical bitch? No. He finally had a role, studying under the Salutary. It was his job to make sure the pack kept a good attitude. Clearing his throat, he shoved away the expression of hopelessness, and replaced it with a perfected facade of joy. Wagging his tail evenly, he looked at the female with a friendly smile. Following Aili with bright optics as she traveled to his side, the muscles through his body tensed, almost afraid to move.
"Hello, I just wanted to say that I was wrong and rude to say that stuff a while back, and I don't really have a censor-" She paused, frowning at herself. "Well, what I said was not kind, especially while you were in that state and you were new to everything, and I am sorry that I said that, and I can assure you I will not act like that again. If I do, just give me a quick chomp on the leg or something." Taking a deep inhale, the male mustered the best smile he could. In reality, he didn't care. She could have never apologized, he would still treat her the same. The days were the same, a never ending routine of waking up, drinking, neglecting to eat, and practice, practice, practice. Socialization was hardly on his agenda, but in order to keep up a good image with the pack, he was gong to dedicate today to helping out his grief stricken companions.
"Hey," He looked at her, tipping his head with a gentle smile. "It's totally fine." An ink tipped tail brushed over ginger, reassuring the female. "I'll keep that 'chomping' thing in mind!" The lean male joked, chuckling. A singular comforting scent soon wafted in his direction, accompanied by the oak form of Wren. Now, his smile became genuine, his features perking up in the slightest. The fluffy bitch had placed a pile of berries and plants down, her crystalline voice hitting his ears quickly. The mention of Aedion made him wince, the young male was surely damaged by the disappearance of his loved ones. Smiling sympathetically, a thin paw quickly began to sort through the provided assortment of herbs.
Immediately, dark purple hues caught Newt's eye. "Now this," He snickered, completely enveloped in his work. "This is Nightshade, able to kill even the biggest wolves." Brushing the berries closer to him, he continued onto stiffer crimson berries. "Holly.. Poisonous, deadly to the young, or elderly." His voice became soft, pink eyes narrowed. "Raspberry, useful - but for birthing mothers." Pursing his lips, he swiped away everything besides the lovely colored Juniper. "These, and.." He frowned, clearly lost in thought. "One moment," He quickly trotted toward his den, squeezing in through a small hole into the abandoned animal den. Quickly, he scooped up lovely scented flowers colored with brilliantly contrasting whites and yellows, as well as Wild Mint. Wrapping the two in a fat, crisp oak leaf, he padded back to the soothing form of Wren. Adding the Juniper to his pile, he flicked his tail for the female to follow.
Newt quickly trotted towards the cream form of Aedion, smiling peacefully. "Hey there," The lithe wolf set down his chamomile and the Juniper, pressing it towards the young male. "Eat these, now, please." It wasn't a request, he demanded that the young wolf consumed the entirety of the provided herbs. Gingerly, Newt picked up the Mint, chewing it lightly into a paste. Newt breathed in the soothing scent, before rubbing the paste onto one of his paws. Quickly, the Apprentice reached up, and spread the paste between the wolf's shoulder blades, where he wouldn't be able to remove it. If the male tried to escape, and Newt was unable to apply the paste, he would simply spread it over the ground, so the scent still remained in camp. It would be enough, hopefully.
Turning back to Wren, Newt gently pawed at her foreleg. "Hey," He smiled up at her, pink clashing with amber. "It's so nice how concerned you were."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2017 18:10:08 GMT -8
Newt had seemed immediately joyed as he saw Aili walking over, smiling and wagging his tail. At this, Aili grew a bit uncomfortable. She doubted he was really and actually happy to see her, especially this overjoyed. As she came to his side, he seemed to pause or tense, though Aili could only barely tell, she still picked up on it. Aili, however, still delivered her apology.
"Hey, it's totally fine." A slight sensation came from the brush of his tail tip against her fur. "I'll keep that chomping thing in mind!" While she liked the idea of Newt not caring and being friendly, his joy and nice words had her doubtful.
Wren came over, and Aili felt a twinge of sadness as she addressed Newt and asked him for his help. Though it was foolish, she had had hope that she was walking up to say hello to her, like she used to in the past. She needed help helping a small pup who wouldn't eat. That was so Wren. Not knowing what to say, running her tongue over the back of her teeth, she contemplated how to say goodbye, but ended up not having to worry about as Newt quickly went about his work and went off.
Well, at least he had a suitable position that made him happy now. Standing up slow, her muscles sore from scouting work and a bit of hunting, she padded off to the other side of the commons. There, she lay, like she used to do all the time. Maybe soon she would entertain herself by going out on a small hunt or walk, try and find something new or interesting in this territory she had already practically explored every inch of. Honey eyes watched the camp life seemingly go on without her.
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Post by Alpha Luke on Aug 16, 2017 23:19:25 GMT -8
| Luke's adoring eyes never left his mate. She was the sole thing in his life that was making him happy currently. And he was glad that she thought his kill was good enough. Giving a small look of concern outside as she heard commands and everything, the Alpha hoped that his Beta was awake and taking care of the situation. Bringing his attention back again to Seven, his beautiful mate was looking rather plump. Of course, he wouldn't tell her that, but he knew that there was something in the air that maybe she wasn't telling him. Female wolves were always naturally able to tell that they were growing larger due to some abnormalities known as pups were starting to grow inside of them, but males didn't know anything about it. For all Luke knew, Seven could just be growing overly plump. But his mate was his mate, and he would adore her no matter what. "I've been well. I got to wake up next to the love of my life after all," He said, giving her an affectionate lick on the cheek. "Although... I'm worried about the pups. Their mother abandoned them, and then they've lost a sibling... I'm not sure how the little ones are doing right now, but I've never been good with pups... Feyre was hard enough to handle as is," He said, doubting his abilities. Luke had grown up to be a natural father, he just didn't have the belief within himself that he could raise a living being to be respectful, courteous and not a troublemaker within the pack. How had Feyre even become the beautiful, intelligent young she-wolf she was under Luke's guidance? Who knew.
"With Conrad also abandoning the pack so suddenly, it makes me worry that there's something internal happening within the pack," Luke stated, looking towards his mate for reassurance. Maybe he was just dreaming things up. Conrad had never been a resourceful part of the pack, so his presence wasn't missed. It was one less mouth to feed, especially with the colder seasons rolling in and creating an even harder atmosphere for wolves to live in. "What do you think my love?" He asked, looking towards her with cranberry optics filled with concern. He wanted the best for his mate, and he wanted to make sure that everything was to her liking, but he felt like he wasn't doing that with the way the pack was now. It seemed like it needed a spark of some kind to move it along. Everything felt slow, but maybe that was because he was used to the chaotic tension that previously riddled his and his original pack's lives. Everything was peaceful now, and there wasn't anything bothering the two packs, that he knew of. He just hoped that his family in Somnus was feeling better than he was about his pack.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2017 19:30:43 GMT -8
Ozmond paced sbout the clearing, oak paws brimming with excess energy, a gift in the early morning. A hunt would hopefully book his schedule for the day, if Luke was so keen. The Warrior furrowed his brows gently, casting a glance to the den of the before mentioned leader of the pack. It was obvious that the handsome lupine wasn't overly fond of Ozmond, perhaps due to his bluntness, or maybe he wasn't skilled enough. Shaking his head, the bulky brute lowered to a sit. Thumping his left forepaw to burn the tingly sensation of adrenaline, the wolf merely pursed his lips. Maybe he should socialize? But he was in no such mood. Maybe later.
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OOC: Will add coding to this tomorrow.
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