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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 22:25:34 GMT -8
The trip into the Lubrusca territory had seemed all-too-fast, as if it happened within a heartbeat. One minute she was among her pack, in rogue lands, the next she was in Lubrusca. She must admit, she was a bit jealous of the pack's bountiful land. Great, green trees loomed everywhere in the territory, and the grass was even greener than the trees. The soft spikes and clovers felt so different under-paw from the dust and rock back home. Even not being close to a water source, she could just tell by the colors and plants that there must be a steady, strong water supply here, and rain. Dis cannot help but think of the trickle of a stream in Ferus, and the monotone landscape of reds, browns and oranges. She wants to crinkle her nose as she compares her home to her enemies', but doesn't, mainly out of loyalty.
Before she knew it, it was time for her to fight the very fight she'd been training for. It was like her surroundings were blurred, but her senses were on hyper-drive. Anything still seemed out-of-focus, but as soon as that 'thing' snarled or growled or moved, it was so clear in front of her. It was as though her senses drilled in on anything of importance tuning out the mundane and irrelevant.
She was registering her orders and surroundings, and they were clearly recognized in both her subconscious and conscious, but she did not dwell on thinking about anything. She could not think too much now, for the battle was too important and could happen oh-so-fast, and she was felt that if she thought too much about something other than a fight at paw, she would miss out on the moment.
Grey and black and stark-white fur rippled over her muscles, which had grown noticeably since training. Her head was low, her saturated red eyes the color of what was soon to be on her companions' and enemies' fur: blood. They glared around the borders, looking for a potential opponent, a wolf for her to rip the tendons and spread the blood of, one for her to fight.
-Exit to Kenai & Oshim-
@kenai @oshim
OOC: Sorry for the wait gah |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 15:00:27 GMT -8
Sadoc calmly watched the Lubrusca wolves gather around, quietly sizing all of them up. They were clearly not fighters, but they did have some muscle packed in. Generally larger forms, well nourished. Clear eyes not blurred by battlerage or lack of sleep. But his side, the Ferus. They were ready. This attack had taken them by surprise, filling them with confusion. And that was what he wanted.
His slicing orange optics scanned over, the throng, selecting a few choice candidates. While still thirsty for blood and glory, the small gray male didn't want to take on someone with overwhelming advantages, without a sure win. A few of them looked average in fighting skill, but bulkier and ready to fight. A huff sped through his flared nostrils, and a cruel smile lifted his features, never getting to his eyes.
There. The perfect fight. Slightly challenging, as expected, but the larger wolf looked a little on in years. The resemblance between the two was striking - both had gray-white coats with a shockingly similar black patch on the snout, amber orbs, long legs fit for running, and that cold demeanor felt a couple of yards away. What better than to seemingly fight himself? Sadoc laughed at his bleak joke, knowing full well that he probably wouldn't live until then. Too old for his taste. Better to go out fighting, anyways.
As the howl slashed the tension, the flood of Ferus wolves surged forward, each heading for a wolf. As for Sadoc, the male headed straight towards his victim, legs and stature carrying him like a low bullet on legs towards Zoltan. The impact would probably carry the two about a foot away, not much, but then Sadoc would begin to lead the male away, further into the woods.
Exit to Sadoc X Zoltan
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2017 14:13:34 GMT -8
Lubrusca, a pack she had hear of months ago, was typically only a day away from where she was previously located. Yet, as Trinity traveled, she met face to face with a wide range of rocky mountains. This extended her time traveling to 4 days of hardly any rest through treacherous landslides and cliffs. She barely skimmed passed the borders of another pack, although the she-wolf was blessed to be met with a few miles of forest to hunt in before she got to Lubrusca. Finally here, the petite female couldn't help but almost instantly sit. Exhaustion hung in her eyes, but her white and blue eyes were bright and twinkled with excitement and nervousness. What if the alpha's didn't like her? Did she have a plan if they sent her away? What would happen if - Trinity suddenly gasped in shock, staggering back as her nose took in the alarming smell of blood. Wide orbs pinpointed on a dark spot on the lush grass. As she hesitantly moved toward it, she would let her nose take in the ill-smelling aura. She'd notice with a start that two scents mingled, one of the Lubrusca wolves and another of, well it seemed to be another pack. Something terrible had happened here, something that almost pulled at the she-wolf to leave. Yet, she stood there, allowing a shiver to run through her body before she would allow a lovely howl to slice through the tense air. There. She couldn't leave now, not unless she wanted to be an asshole and call a pack wolf over for nothing. By now her confidence had dwindled quite a bit. Trinity couldn't get herself to take a seat, fear making her limbs stiff. Her ivory ear narrowed back in uncertainty, pretty orbs cautiously searching the dense forest for any rogues that may join her horror or a pack wolf that would greet her. Oh, if she got accepted into the pack she would have so many questions.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2017 11:47:26 GMT -8
Nece
Rogue wolf
Trudging forward, Nece's once wide and innocent gaze was guarded, and pained. Underneath her dazzling chocolate pelt, toned muscles shifted as she eloquently strode towards the pack's border. Pursing her lips, the brown hued female inhaled softly, enjoying the soft scent of Autumn. The lithe lupine had never seen the Fall, and watched with wide eyes as the trees shifted in the wind, a glorious amber color taking over the once pale green. Letting a soft smile grace her lips, she suddenly sunk to her stomach, pressing her nose into the soft, lush ground. The delicate blades of grass curled around her thin frame, and Nece slowly felt herself falling in love with this territory. Her heart ached, each and every inch of the borders, and the distant land was simply beautiful. But a faint scent of pain and grief still filtered through the territory. Blood. Stiffening, the quiet wolf picked herself up, letting her nostrils flare as she took in the metallic scent. Mingled within it was two different packs. The one she was approaching, and a new one. A bit more violent. Lifting her head, she allowed her thin muzzle to point towards where this pack's scent was the strongest. Frowning, she shook out her fur, ridding it of any dirt or grass, and continued a few more paces forwards, about a foot away from the border, and two feet away from a pretty alabaster female.
Like herself, this wolf seemed nervous. But, on the exterior, Nece seemed calm, confident, and distant. For a moment, she let her facade dwindle and fade, before stiffening once again. Before she bothered speaking, she lifted her head, releasing a melodic, peaceful, but strong howl. "Hello," A voice of silk. Sweet and quiet. Gentle, but sharp. Within that silk were shards of glass. "I'm Nece." A gentle smile illuminated her features, blessing her with a beautiful glow. Nece was a rather attractive wolf, with a creamy coat of chocolate and alabaster, and soft downy fur. The only thing that disrupted this was the odd figures that were burned into her skin, never to be concealed. "4746".
"What brings you here..?" She chirped, gesturing to the pack that harbored the territory before them.
OOC: *Slides into Lub's DMs* Addressed: @trinity Addressed via howl: Alphess Ventus |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2017 9:38:59 GMT -8
The absolutely huge polar-bear like wolf came close to what seemed like a bordered territory. The beautiful lush greenery turning a golden brown was really something to behold, it complimented the baby blue sky almost perfectly. He smiled softly before turning to Macha, "You excited kiddo?" His deep voice silent to her ears yet he would still make an effort. In the short while that Macha became Mochi's adopted daughter, he had grown fond of her. He wanted a good life for her, and perhaps he'd find it here. Following beside the pup, Mochi noticed a scent lingered in the air. Of course there were other wolves, it was a pack's territory but something was... Off. With another deep sniff his eyes slightly widened. It was faint but the scent was still there. Blood. Instinctively, he protectively fell into pace with Macha, standing guard of her for both their lives sake. The beast would be distraught if anything happened to his newly found familial bond. The male was unaware of what happened in these lands but he thought this pack was that of a safe one, one that wasn't savage nor mentally messed up. Mochi was a creature of peace and he'd rather keep it that way. Slowly, Mochi made his way deeper into the outskirts, hopefully with Macha by his side. His senses on high alaret. Already he could smell more rogues. One... Somewhat familiar? He didn't dwell on it too much, instead he sat in the clearing of grassy plains. Waiting for Macha to join him, if she would. It was in that moment that song-like howl graced through the sky and Mochi's rounded ears pricked up slightly to the soothing sound. Should he also howl? He wasn't entirely sure. Making the quick executive decision, Mochi too threw back his large cranium and let the deep strong howl rattle from his chest. It was short, only to let about his location. But for now, he's playfully paw at Macha with a bright smile. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2017 13:38:18 GMT -8
Snow Rose
"I will always be the optimist, the hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams."
It was the usual, graceful and precise stride that carried the elegant she-wolf to the lush borders of a pack. It had been a couple of months since Snow Rose had spilt from the injured group, and since then she had been aimlessly wandering unclaimed lands in search of something...more. And now, standing on the edge of someone's home, and someone's lively hood, she was convinced that it was time to find that something in a more permanent scenery. If she did manage to gain entrance to a pack, she prayed that she would be able to continue in her herbal work, the skill that she had perfected with such a passion being one of the many things that she had brought herself to fall in love with.
However, she pushed these thoughts aside for later as her caramel sights began to dance over the fertile territory, her delicate maw filling into a blessed smile as she let loose a sigh of comfort. This place would definitely have many herbs that would be useful for any kind of work, and as the sun began to grow warmer in the morning sky it brought a beautiful sort of contrast to the autumn chill that would hang thick in the air, even into the darkest of night. Snow Rose paused her gait at this thought, her ebony nose pointing towards the air as she inhaled the crisp and aromatic atmosphere, which carried the prominence of pack-land as well as the scent of a few other wolves. Snow Rose looked to the land in front of her, finding that there were indeed other wolves in the area, but she would not approach yet, she would not be rude and interfere with any dealing they may have with this pack. And if they wanted to approach her she would be more than happy to keep someone company, just as she always was.
Creamy coloured ears upon her crown flickered as howls began to ring through the air, a call for the Alpha. Snow Rose's smile grew wider and warmer as she too tilted her head back to the sky and let silky, bell-like beckoning echo through the area along with the others. She knew that there had been no need for her to howl, but of course, Snow Rose was just in it for the small bit of a thrill that it gave her. The plush tail that hung gently behind her began to sway from side to side, hoping that her dealings here would be fruitful, and that she might have an actual home by the end of the day. Perhaps even some new friends?
Time would tell.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2017 14:51:31 GMT -8
How many cycles of the moon had passed since Duva set out alone? The amber wind of autumn was covering the land, bringing with it the urge to hunt and prepare for the snows. Duva had wandered the unclaimed lands, meeting wolves, exploring, moving on. He was sure the safest place to be was in a pack. The rogues had no security but their own skills and small groups. So Duva travelled west and skirted the edges of two packs before arriving at Lubrusca. This pack would suit him best unless what he heard from other wolves was inaccurate. As he drew close to the border, Duva stopped to take in what he could smell. It seemed there were rogues close by - at least three, probably more. The stronger, older scent of Lubrusca hung in the air, tinged with the faint smell of blood. Duva's ears twitched back in worry. Another rogue had shared rumours of a fight between packs but he had hoped it was simply an exaggeration. Perhaps the pack could use an extra set of paws, then. Duva would be glad to help if they were in trouble. His paws resumed a relaxed trot towards the group of wolves. Several howls rose from the border, two sounding like they came from the same place. Duva picked up the pace, heading to the two close howls at a lope. He slowed back down as a thin chocolate coloured wolf and a small white wolf came into view. "Hello!" he called, internally flailing as he tried to decide how to approach. Being all dominant would be a terrible idea, of course, and acting submissive would be weird - but would a dip of the head be too much? The silvery male walked up to the pair of rogues with a smile and an uncertain half-nod.
OOC: My first post on the site *waves shyly* Addressed: @trinity @nece Mentioned: @mochi Salutary Snow Rose |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2017 15:50:45 GMT -8
Macha
Macha hopped forward on light paws, her memories of her late friends hidden for now by the excitement of travel. Her bounding steps would sometimes bring her ahead of Mochi and she would stop and wait for him before dashing on. She stopped suddenly, fear pinching her face as she pushed against Mokee. A small brown ball of fuzz leapt from the bushes and blinked at the tiny, cowering pup before scampering off. Although the skittish pup was still a little frightened, she recovered quickly but kept close to her friend from then on.
Mokee turned to her and moved his lips. You... ex... exci-tid? You excited k-id-dido? Was Kiddo a new knickname? She bobbed her head, grinning joyfully. New friends, new places to explore... yeah she was excited!
With a little sniff Macha noticed the unusual metallic scent in the air and drew even closer to her Mokee for protection, her smile fading away and her eyes enlarging with worry. Was that blood? She sneezed and stuck out the tip of her tongue to show her distaste for the scent. But she washed it away with the scents of other wolves. A little zap of energy shivered down her spine with both excitement and worry. She remembered that as long as Mokee was there, someone who knew her problems, she would certainly be okay. Yeah, yeah she would be fine.
The little onyx marbled pup flopped onto the warm ground next to Mokee who she offered a bright smile to. She closed her eyes and brought up a happy image of her and her new friends playing. Maybe they would have fur like her, maybe some would understand her problems and maybe some would share her interests. She was so caught up in her daydreams that she nearly missed the howl her friend released. Macha frowned in confusion and lifted her head, opening her mouth silently to imitate that motion. Macha finished her silent cry and looked at Mokee. "Wha-at d-d-d-does ta-that do?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2017 17:37:47 GMT -8
 - Beta Ebony - Someone who cannot hate something, cannot love something, either. Cherries. Lavender. Birch.
It was the first day in months since Ebony had picked up anything from the borers other than dried blood and unfed soil that stuck to the fallen hairs of the Ferus wolves who, after 3 months, were nearing a close to their state of decomposition. As the loam welcomed the bodies into its cool, wet underwood, Ebony wondered if the Ferus elites felt as much remorse for their losses as the Lubruscan family did for their own; nearly living on top of the bodies of their kin, they would swell with compunction unless they shared Ebony's born lack of empathy. He couldn't fathom the feeling, quite literally. His lack of remorse is what earned him praise. Wolves pat his back for his loss, but he couldn't understand why for the life of him. Even Ventus praised him for assisting her during recovery, but he would regret to reveal that his only form of stability was indifference. How could he tell a mother who lost her mate that he didn't care?
The sound was alarming, and his pads ceased to trek when the rogues aggregating at the borders became visible. Their origins and scents variegated the autumn terrain; cherries, lavender, birch, soft smells that disbarred any portentous energies. He resumed his pace with a cavalier step forward and an empty face shone with rightful disinterest. "Don't mind the blood," he said voicelessly. They all squirmed like pups out of the womb when the metallic flavor matched their sensory distaste.He didn't need to ask why they were here--it was clear. He didn't need to ask their names--he didn't care. He was here to keep them company, and keep an eye on them until Ventus was here. "You're bordering a sensitive area. If you're here to disturb the peace, it's in your best interest that I ask you to leave. Otherwise, your alphess will be here shortly." he greeted, concealing with every muscle in his body the pain of normalized socialization. His lack of social appreciation was obvious to the skillful charismatics of the world, but in his own experience, rogues were never the most adept conversationalists either.
"I'm Ebony, your beta. Nice to meet you," he announced to the formation, where his eyes helplessly pivoted around the lavender origin for no particular reason.
Mentioned: Alphess Ventus
Addressed: @trinity - @nece - @mochi - Salutary Snow Rose - @duva - Omega Macha
Creepily staring down because he's awkward: Salutary Snow Rose
OOC: @duva Amazing first post btw! So glad to have you on TPR! Welcome to the community (: |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2017 18:33:08 GMT -8
The strong scent of fresh borders drew the averagely sized male towards them. Quickly scenting the air, Blake found the scent of the pack he had stumbled upon soothing, the earthy scent of the multitude of herbs flooding his nasals. However, he also found the scents of multiple individuals that weren't masked by Lubruscan scent. Other rogues were here as well? Blake presumed that was a good thing. A howl broke the silence, followed by two more shortly after. The male, not resisting the urge, tilted his head back and joined the party as well, his rich tones flowing through the trees. One of the howls he had caught seemed closer than the rest, so, of course, the male trotted in the general direction of her howl. He presumed she was a female, the howl was like silk on the wind. He soon spotted an alabaster form, only slightly smaller than himself, standing with her tail swaying a few meters away. Increasing his pace slightly, Blake called out a soft, "Good day!" A sparkle of joy in his cobalt eyes, Blake approached the she-wolf with his tail wagging and a smile on his face. There was only one shot to make a first impression, and Blake wanted to present himself as open and friendly. Taking a moment to scent the air once more, an old scent tickled his nose. The scent of a harsh iron liquid, once spilled on this ground, seemed to surround him. It was odd, usually he encountered old blood scent in one place, one trail from a lone wounded rogue. This seemed much different. Many seemingly ancient scents clung to the grass around the border outskirts. Something drastic happened here, but Blake was in no position to give any guesses about what that could've been, and he wasn't about to ask this new she-wolf about what he thought about it. Being only young, the male still had manners, and if a high ranking wolf from the pack had approached and found him speaking openly about whatever tragedy had occurred, his chances of getting in would be little to none. "Don't mind the blood," a male voice grasped his attention. Giving the she-wolf he met a small tail wag, the cobalt eyed male moved closer to the voice. "You're bordering a sensitive area. If you're here to disturb the peace, it's in your best interest that I ask you to leave. Otherwise, your alphess will be here shortly. I'm Ebony, your beta. Nice to meet you," The male spoke once more. Blake dipped his head slowly to the Beta, taking in his words. He noted that Ebony didn't ask for their names, but Blake couldn't help but introduce himself anyway because of his manners, "My name is Blake. Nice to meet you as well, Beta Ebony." Now, all there was left to do was wait for the other rogues to introduce themselves, and for the Alphess to arrive. @ebony @trinity @nece @mochi Salutary Snow Rose @duva Omega Macha |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2017 19:16:48 GMT -8
In time, the borders grew full, a similar hesitance in the air mingling with excitement. Camly, Trin would turn to find another brown she-wolf approaching nearer to her, and in minutes her eyes detected the hint's of other gather rogues in the distance. It was strange, really. It seemed everyone just got the hint that they should come to the borders. And should they all be denied entry, well no one would get hunt in numbers, assuming these fellow rogues had enough heart to help one another out. That was unlikely, though. With the metallic scent of blood defining the Lubrusca borders, surely some wolves had died, and surely they could use extra help. The mottled brown female chirped a sweet greeting after howling herself, introducing herself as Nece. Trinity was never good at being social. Her persona reflected the complete opposite; antisocial, and she felt most comfortable when she wasn't in a crowd. Thankfully, Nece wasn't a crowd, and speaking to one wolf wouldn't hurt her. Anyways, she thought, I might be living in harmony with some of these rogues in a few weeks. First impressions were extremely important to her. " Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Trinity." Wonderful start. Acting as if you're cooler than ice. Idiot. Her limbs had finally eased, and she would sit upon her haunches. Nece then asked of her purpose here. Same as you? " Probably the same as you. Looking to find a permanent home." she would reply with a shrug, tearing her pretty orbs away. It was just so hard to seem friendly but not too friendly. Trinity could never seem to rid herself from the resting bitch face that took hold of her expression. Internally she was particularly vibrant with a stream of colors to lighten her personality, yet she could hardly ever act and speak her mind on the outside shell. Trinity sighed, orbs darting onto a large moving figure. A pack wolf. In an instant she was up, following the male to meet with the majority of the other rogues and group together. " You're bordering a sensitive area. If you're here to disturb the peace, it's in your best interest that I ask you to leave. Otherwise, your alphess will be here shortly. I'm Ebony, your beta. Nice to meet you," he would say, although looking awfully uncomfortable, something she in particular could point out. Socially awkward. Well, that might be her one day, forced against her will to speak towards a group. Trinity realized quickly that the male kept saying 'your' as if they were all already accepted. Did they need new members that badly? Trin felt bad for the beta. He probably hadn't even realized that he was sort of making circumstances obvious, only trying to do his job and keep things settles. The she-wolf dipped her head slightly towards the superior, repeating his name in her head so that she wouldn't forget later. After all, she was so often scatter brained that she just forgot everything. White and blue hues then observed what there was to offer, four females and 3 males. Oh shit. The she-wolf gazed awkwardly towards the white male and the deaf pup she had seen only days ago. She'd offer a startled half smirk towards them before tearing her eyes away. Should have just stayed with them, got to know them better at least, maybe make two friends. It would have helped her out in the long run, as now she had no one really that she knew well enough to stick around. Too late now.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 2:13:41 GMT -8
Rane
An overwhelming scent of pack wolves filled his nostrils with every step he took, along with various smells of other rouges. It was clear in his mind that this was possibly a dangerous place to travel across. Shaking his head, the wolf tried to deny it to himself, he pushed the truth to the back of his mind and forced himself to focus on the task. As he continued to travel, the scents grew stronger and stronger, is made his nose tingle,
as he has never been this close to pack wolves in such a long time. Rane's whole body shook, no matter how much he pushed the truth away, it would still be with him. Rane grunted to himself, and trudged on, until a wild tangle of moving fur caught his eye. He ducked and peered through a nearby bush. There, a large group of rogues and a few pack wolves chattered amongst themselves. Rain flinched, guess they all have the same intentions as me. Wait, no they don't! Rane squinted, fighting his own thoughts. It doesn't matter anyway, I bet that pack is already frustrated with a number of rogues near their territory. Rain pulled himself away and headed back the way he came from. He had admitted to himself that he wasn't usually like this, if he was himself, he would have barged right in, but he just wasn't himself. What's wrong with me? The wolf questioned to himself, continuing to walk along his own scent path.
His paws ached and his gums were sore. A pulsing pain coursed throughout his whole body. He grunted and forced himself onward. Rane hadn't eaten in so long, but food wasn't the thing on his mind. He collapsed onto the soft green grass, sighing as he felt relief throughout his whole body. There he lay, his paws up in the air, on his back, the sun in his face. Exposing himself in an area full of other wolves was the last thing he expected himself to do, but he didn't care, no one cared. He was just another rogue among the many other rogues. Just another face in the crowd.
Tags: OPEN OCC: This is probably going to be one of Rane's lowest times. Hope this is alright for first post  Also I thought there were enough people in the current situation and I was super confused with what was going on. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 5:39:13 GMT -8
Nece
Nece let her pretty smile widen as the soft white she spoke, introducing herself as Trinity. What a wonderful name, suited her perfectly! Tilting her chocolate hued head to the side, she hardly listened to what her next response was, watching as she turned away. Flicking her tail anxiously, the faltering heave of her sides for a few brief moments let her insecurities suddenly slide loose. Casting a final glance to the alabaster bitch, Nece dipped her head, and stood up. Before she could move, however, a darkly hued black wolf came treading into the territory "Don't mind the blood," Nece merely flicked a single auricle, stifling a small scoff before he continued on. "You're bordering a sensitive area. If you're here to disturb the peace, it's in your best interest that I ask you to leave. Otherwise, your alphess will be here shortly." Blinking in half-sympathy, she looked down the border, imagining the tragedy that struck this pack. The one that left the smell of blood, for who knows how long? But, it was also the border of a pack with new birth, and promises. A pack that stayed strong even through the harshest times. "I'm Ebony, your beta. Nice to meet you,"
Thinking for a moment, Nece tested a few different introductions in her mind, pondering which one would up her chances of acceptance. She could go down the route of what the newly-announced Blake chose, but copying him would just be so unoriginal. Dipping her head, she held herself low and calm for a few moments, before allowing her wide, sweet eyes to linger around his onyx, and grey specked muzzle. "Nece.." She said simply, before backing it up with silence. Her gentle head twisted, looking towards the other rogues to hear their introductions. She was rather curious of their intentions here - beside joining the pack, of course -, such as what rank they desire, and what skills they harbor. Casting a small, polite smile to the other accumulating rogues, she turned back to the Beta.
Addressed: @trinity , @ebony
Mentioned: @allthoserogues
Tagged: Alphess Ventus
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 10:14:56 GMT -8
" I'm Ebony, your beta. Nice to meet you," Elenor rushed towards the crowd, trotting as fast as she was comfortable with, Dante at her side. It had taken even longer getting hera compared to two healthy wolves, with her missing limb hindering the ability to run properly. Thankfully the she-wolf had grown quite used to walking, a slight awkward limp still apparent. Trotting was also growing easier, although she still stumbled on occasion, forgetting that she lacked a fourth limb, though what remained was still somewhat functional. The trip was long, almost unbearable, Elenor a bit guilty for always requesting a break or to find a small meal. Over a little more than a month her open wound had healed well with the help of Dante's minimal herbal knowledge. A scar was all that remained of the wound, a clean pop of the leg, though she hated to even think about it. Her life wasn't great, but it was becoming better, Dante at her side almost constantly to keep her company. She grew curious about the male, occasional questioning to herself when he was going to turn on her and abandon her. Not like he was forced to stay in the first place, but it was odd, knowing that he simply chose to be with her. For now, Elenor considered him as more of a helpful friend, no longer bullying him over his odd puppy-like behavior. They were slightly late, but not enough to miss the alphess appear. Already, though, a group of rogues were hovering near the beta. With a bit of luck, the both of them would find a place within Lubcrusca and she could start her life on a higher note than what she had experienced in the previous months. She had to admit, she was finally showing some excitement, eager to have a pack to protect her and offer her a forever home. Elenor would slow her trot as she gathered with the fellow rogues, stumbling slightly as she brought herself to a stop. For now, she had completely forgotten about her missing limb, although soon enough she would probably accumulate some strange stares.
OOC: Barely made it xD
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2017 13:52:06 GMT -8
Kato Rogue Wolf
☆─ Entering Lubrusca
The she-wolf had entered new lands - the land of Lubrusca, rumored to be quite the content pack, but from the copper she-wolf's suspicion as the sour odor of blood drifted through the air, had unsettled the bitch. Tangerine optics lifted skywards, embracing the mellow airflow that seemed to position her in a state of tranquility, autumn leaves dancing in sync to the breeze. The area seemed to lack of birdsong, which may be due to the mixed scents that may had pointed out that this land was previously a battlefield. The air was not the only thing prominent in the area, in fact, a diverse bunch of canines had been lying in wait, causing Kato great interest and realization. Her expectations must be true now, as she was standing on pack lands, a definite highlighted ticket for her to join these wolves which she expected to invite her without hesitation.
A smile creeping across her fawn hued snout, the she-wolf had edged close, titian optics rested on the previous she-wolf that had bared fangs at her - the one she had followed. The umber she-wolf had a hint of mischief sparkling within tangerine eyes, not hesitant to approach the hazelnut she-wolf. Of course, she had noticed the ebony male who had addressed himself as the beta, which had earned him a brief nod, but she was quick to pester the she-wolf in front of her. "I've seen you, miss." Uttered the titian spitfire, feminine voice oozing with a tone of a wolf who merely wanted to pester another. She held what seemed to be a resting bitch face, attempting to gain the attention of the unnamed she-wolf who she had now particularly disliked.
"With Ashi and them." The she-wolf had added on, tangerine eyes ripping away from the willowy frame of the she-wolf and had now landed onto the wolf she had assumed that she had introduced herself to - Beta Ebony. "I'm Kato." Her introduction was brief and short, lacking any personality whatsoever compared to her last introduction towards the rogue group she had encountered near the place with salty water. Now, Kato would simply wait for her response, but of course she'd have to force herself into a placid demeanor while interacting with the fellow female.
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Also I thought there were enough people in the current situation and I was super confused with what was going on.