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Information: Generations after generations the Druids have dominated through bloodshed and queer customs. A nomadic pack that travels with the elk herds and follows the stars of their ancestors. A sacred pack following a strange structure and customs that seem to work within themselves. The tradition of ‘kill or be killed’ is woven into the pack after generation teaching the youth hard and cruel. The pack has been known for the cruel and merciless ways to outsiders and anything else that isn’t their own. The alpha’s that started the Druids started the custom/law of the pack. The first rule of the pack of the first eldest son of the alpha pair will be groomed into the next alpha. And the rest are customized into their own category that fit in within the pack. These rules were made to keep the pack in order and to survive the rough conditions of their ways. It’s up to a wolf to conform to them or treason.. Plot: After the deadly winter that the Druids has faced. The journey to their spring home in the frigid temps and following the elk herds that were miles ahead. The alpha male has passed due to his old age at night. His alpha female died two seasons ago in the summer in the process of delivering their last of youth that quickly perished after her. The only offspring of theirs was a young female at the age of 4 who has been left to rule the pack. A female that was secretly groomed to become the future leader of the pack. Though some do not believe this and some side with this promising leadership. Though this is not all, the young female alpha will face prejudice to take a mate or lead a fierce pack. A wavering sense of an illegitimate brother to her’s is started to arise as a rumor.. Is it true or is it propaganda to overthrow her. Though outside of the pack is a new struggle coming soon… A prophecy will be given to the young daughter and her half-brother. Can they mend their bond, before it will happen? Is blood thicker than water? Can a great leader be female or male? The threat is closer than we think.. Will the pack come together or shatter? Threads: Sign Up Thread: https://wolfplaygame.com/forums.php?f=28&t=91400 Discussion Thread: https://wolfplaygame.com/forums.php?f=36&t=91405 Roleplay Thread: Here |
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Spring/Summer Camp: The camp is located on the bottom of the mountain with boulders making their own dens for all of the druids. It is rocky and fully of life in the morning and at night when all or most of the wolves are home. As each wolf has their own den or share a den with a friend or friends. (Up to you) Though each den can hold up to 6 wolves as the boulders create large enough space and protection from the outside world.Wolves can decorate their den with bones,furs, flowers, moss,or vines. (Up to you and your imagination). The alpha’s den and beta den are located on the side of the mountain a little higher up from the ground and from the rest of the pack. Their dens are considered caves with a tunnel connecting them for purposes of emergencies. Their dens are larger for their families and protection for the pack if necessary. Outside of the Spring/Summer camp: Due west of the camp around 2.5 miles is the ocean with a large tree line separating them of forest around a mile thick. The place where ceremonies are held and often the hangout spot and training grounds for the pack. The sand is soft and white for the wolves.. Imagine the sunsetting and water turning purple and orange from the reflection of the ocean. There is boulders from the mountain that have been sitting in the sand eroding causing shade for the wolves if needed. Due North of the Wolf is the mountain range. The wolves hardly go up the mountain unless if the ocean brings the Great Wave. The mountains are large and usually covered with snow year around. Due South of the pack is their way of travel in the valley of death. Most predators and prey take their leave as well when winter comes. Though the Valley of Death comes from the boulders that fall from above. Due East: The Meadows and full of green. The might elk herds that thrive and start to raise their young. The meadows are brown and green full of vegetation for the elk and any other prey. Weather: In the Spring it is around 60-70 In the Summer it is around 80-90 Natural Disasters: Hurricanes, Tornadoes, Wildfires, sometime Tsunamis Predators: Bears,Sharks, Coyotes,Hawks Preys: Elk,turkey,bison, small critters, fishies, seals, and crabs Rankings: Alpha: Alari | Female | played by Nirvana_sky on page 1 Beta: Sikúnguak | Male | played by Spellbound on page 1 ^Sikúnguak's apprentice: Régnar played by Tene Beorn: - Rune | Male | played by Moon_shadow on page 1 Shaman: Xiomar | Male | played by Sophesticate on page 2 ^Xiomar's Apprentice: Yèmiào played by Spell Akashis (2): -Fenrys | Male | played by Boeing on page 2 Shakiras (Unlimited): - Valdís | Female | played by Spellbound on page 2 ^ Valdís's apprentice: Yule played by Ludicrous -Nikolai | Male | played by Boeing on page 2
Sedona | Female | played by Mother on page 2 Loni | Female | played by Nirvana_sky on page 3 ^Loni's future apprentice: Vern played by Tene Koala | Male | played by Ludicrous Hills on page 4 Lilith | Female | played by Mother on page 5 ^Lilith's apprentice: Wisteria played by Bewitched Alvi`da | Female | played by Ludicrous Hills on page 5 reserved for Rain_reign reserved for Rain_reign Reserved for Swiftfireclan ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- NPC Eudora | Female | Mother of Loni and Rune Apprentices max of 4 (Full) - Régnar | Male | played by Tenebris Umbra on page 3 - Yèmiào | Female | played by Spellbound on page 4 - Wisteria | Female | played by The Betwitched on page 1 Yule | Female | played by Ludicrous Hills on page 4 Pups(Locked)
Omega Max of 2 - Malakai | Male | played by Nirvana_sky on page 1 - reserved for Akitatheaki Prisoner Max of 2 - Aradia | Female | played by Sophesticate on page 2 - Maddox |Male | played by Ludicrous Hills on page 3 ----------------------------------------------------- Loners Max of 2: Acheron | Male | played by The Bewitched on page 3 Laverna | Male | played by Tenebris Umbra on page 5
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For our starter posts: The morning of the ceremony for the Alpha and Beta. The day of the first druid female of the alpha bloodline to officially take her place of the pack. ANy drama or bloodshed of this day will be treasonous and stupid. As it will disgrace the bloodline and the ancestors of the Druids. The morning will be crisp of 60 degrees in beginning with the wind blowing from the West. The smell of the ocean is strong and refreshing to the wolves. The day will heat up to the high of 78 degrees where the sun will meet it's highest point. The morning will be busy and most wolves will be out of camp hunting for the ceremony or decorating the beach for their new authority to take their place. The night will come later with stars filling the sky and a crescent moon. Look close enough you may see a shooting star. |
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Alari | Alpha | Female | M: Open Alari watched the back of the new den with anxiety and a new form of fear for her new future ahead of her. She was uncomfortable with her new home to wind down and relax from the day before that. Her parent’s old den was empty, but filled with her memories that made her choked up just thinking of the joyous memories. Their death was so new to her, but she has not had the time to fully process it. The sun will be up in any minute and she has not slept a wink due to the ceremony that would be held for her and Sikúnguak to be the official alpha and beta. It may be exciting for the male to be appointed to the position, but she knew he was the wolf right to be at her side. Though she was weary of her own and paranoid as a female taking charge of The Druids. No female has ever taken the position to be the alpha of the Druids due to the patriarchal ways of her pack. A way that would break history and shatter the well-built customs that have come before her. She may have received the alpha training under the nose of the rest of the pack’s nose, but it did not matter to them. She cursed her way of life and most importantly her gender that would never have gotten into this mess. Everything would be new and lurking through this uncharted way of becoming the next druid alpha. The sun was beginning to rise from the east and the sun’s glow was peeking through her den’s entrance. Her ears pinned to her small head in a way of her nerves and guilt that was gnawing inside her core. She could not believe that it would be today and soon the wolves would be buzzing around the camp. The beach would be decorated just for her and her best friend to take their place to run the Druids. Though Alari knew it would not last long, because she was not stupid. Alari knew wolves were pitted against her and could see it in their eyes and tone of voice that it reflected her new position. Alari was better at masking her emotions than the rest of her pack, but it did not mean it pricked her heart knowing that she caused this revolt. It wasn’t like her to cast her fury on the wolves that do not understand. The wolves could say or think negatively about her and about her position leading this pack as a female, but it will not strike her down. She has a nastier complexion of herself that she has to battle that hurts her more than what wolves that do not understand her or why she was chosen.. She didn't even know why she was chosen. Was it her empathy? Was it her kindness? Was it her reserved nature? The ancestors chose her for a reason.. Everything happens for a reason, but why her? She thought to herself with guilt and curiosity mixing in her head. Her fur was starting to shed the winter pelt that it would start to show her unknown scars that many think is almost how she was born. Though it was something darker and how she was able to get on top. As females were shown that males were stronger. She had to battle her own father that was worthy to reign. Her face already shedded out that showed the eerie four scratches on her right part of her face. She sighed with a deep reminder of why they were placed there, but it would not be what others would think. She wanted them covered for the ceremony to hide the ghosts that were gonna be a part of the ceremony. She reminded herself, To ask Sik to cover them for her, she did not want to touch them. She did not need any more reminders than she needed to be today. Her eyes drifted to the entrance to close her eyes, picturing her parents and she could see her mother that was almost a direct image of her, but she had her father’s eyes. A light amber that was enchanting, but could turn cold within a second. She knew that most likely she would speak to her father in the night as her ancestors would speak to her. She will be warned or blessed or be shown the prophecy that gets passed down to the alpha of the druids. That must be kept a secret for her to decipher on her own. As alpha’s could not decipher it before but each new alpha will make it their life mission to understand it. The peaceful morning will be interrupted in a second. Though her peace and lonesome will have to choose a wolf to help her prepare. Though she would rather be alone to gather her thoughts and think well to think. It was funny to Alari as she was always surrounded by a wolf, but she was more alone by others' company than by herself. She laid in her den awaiting for the series of events to unfold. Her worries were soon swept away with the breeze of the smell of the salt of the ocean. It made her relish of the true beauty of this site that they reside in. Alari loved the ocean and it's peaceful environment. The sound of seaqualls and watching large fish that jump out of the water. The seashells that she use to collect and hide for other's to find. It was a place for harmony and not just because of the ceremony. Her place that she would escape to her thoughts or just not think for a moment of time. She arose to her paws and decided it was best to do that now. She took her trip down her path exited out of the camp very discreetly. Into the woods and she took off towards the sounds of the seaqualls calling for her. It was almost like she was actually wanted. A place that nothing can judge her. Alari emerged through the treeline taking in the sweet scents that welcomed her. Her light amber eyes looked out to the ocean. She listened to the waves roar and lap against the ocean. The sounds of seal calling each other to escape from the sight of her. She would not hunt them. She was here for her mind to be silent for a time. A place she wish she could freeze in time. A time that would never cause her to fear or be angry. A place that she loves cause she could never love someone. She loved this somewhere. Alari strided to water and walked the shore allowing her paws to be hit with the tiny waves of the tide that was drawing away from the shore. Her place before the chaos of the Druids could take over her mind. Her last day of a shakira and her first day as Alpha Alari. A day that she did not accept or welcome. The day that would show every wolf's true colors. (Old post, but edited) |
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{ Maddox } Male | Prisoner | Mentions: Open Indirectly Mentions: Alari The early morning sunlight crept into the entrance of the den where he lay deep in slumber, his paws stuck out of the entrance slighly and his jaw laid to rest comfortably upon them. He always kept as close to the entrance as possible, and today this proved to be a mistake as the sun's unforgiving rays stabbed at his eyelids and warmed his muzzle uncomfortably until he awoke with a displeased groan, jerking his head back into the shade of the den. However the damage was done, and he was awake now. Maddox got to his mitts and slid forward into a long stretch, stretching his the sore, knotted muscles in his shoulders before peering out of the densite. It was still early enough that most of the others' remained in their den, and he suddenly remembered today's festivities, and quickly hopped up the rocks, fully expecting to se the shawolf in fron tof her den, or perhaps surrounded by excited packmates. But seeing the alphas' den empty he knew better than to enter. His ears slowly fell flat and he huffed, knowing he wouldn't find her before the pack began to bustled. and for once he'd been excited to help. But the shewolf's solitary morning he treated as a personal act of spite, and the brute slunk back to his den, content to return to his rest. Flopping back down below the cool, shaded rocks, he settled back into the same resting position but just couldn't find the same comfort to fall asleep any longer. So He stood, paced, and after a few moments stamped his paws against the cool rock and gave a frustrated growl. It would be no good to him to spend all morning bored out of his mind. But allowing himself to wander alone was like trodding upon the paws of the Beorn, expecially today of all days. |
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Nikolai - M - Shakira - Mention(s) - Open ~ Nikolai quietly slipped away from the dens, gaining more consciousness by the second as the cold, biting air properly woke him up. He might have been slightly hungry - he hadn't eaten yet - but he had other things to attend to first. So... today was to be the first day of the new alpha. Nikolai knew some definitely didn't like it. Some did. Nikolai was more on the "let's wait and see" side. He settled down underneath a tree - one with a bit of sun, as the day was still rather cold - and groomed his fur as he processed his thoughts. The communal area was still quiet - it was still rather early - and he wanted to eat, but Nikolai needed a moment to think. And in the sun, a little distance away, watching the camp - it was a good place to think. The communal areas, which would fill with wolves quickly, were also likely to be a hotpot today. Those who opposed the new alpha would definitely not be happy today - and Nikolai made a mental note to not disturb those that seemed to. But the others... Nikolai wondered who wouldn't be too bothered if he interacted with them. The betas were probably biting their own heads off in worry over the new alpha, and Nikolai knew not to talk to any fr higher-ups about trivial matters. That left precious few he knew he could talk to. Maybe some of the other Shakiras that weren't absolutely against then. But then, who would that be? Or, he could eat first. Then decide. Thoughts complete, Nikolai started wandering back to camp. Okay, maybe he wanted food first... he was too hungry. Then he'd do something useful. Yes, that was what he'd do. |
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Acheron | Rogue | Male | Mentions: Open Indirectly: Alari, Pack, Vern Acheron stirred, his massive form shifting slightly within the confines of the den. His glowing orange eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the soft light filtering in through the entrance. The scent of saltwater mixed with the earthy aroma of the den, a blend that was both soothing and energizing. He rose to his feet, his powerful muscles rippling under his thick, charcoal-gray fur as he stretched out his limbs. The morning was crisp with the wind blowing steadily from the West. The invigorating scent of the ocean carried through the air, filling his lungs despite being a distance away. The den, nestled in a secluded grove, provided a sense of security and warmth against the early morning chill. As he stepped out of the den, Acheron felt the gentle breeze ruffle his fur, the cool air sharpening his senses. For a moment, he stood still, absorbing the tranquility of the scene, his mind clear and focused. The gentle bird calls and bug sounds called to him, adding a serene soundtrack to the morning. Today, like every day, Acheron faced the world as a loner. His status was by choice, a path of independence and self-reliance. He had yet to decide on his loyalty to any alpha, finding intrigue in observing the dynamics of the current pack around him. Even he has heard of the whispers of a new Alpha being chosen—a Female Alpha at that, the first of her line. With those whispers, there were also calls of rejection from those who doubted her ability to lead, believing it should be a Male Alpha. Despite not being in a pack, even Acheron was curious about the outcome. Though he remained a neutral observer, he secretly rooted for the female Alpha. He admired strength and resilience, and the thought of her carving out her place in the hierarchy intrigued him. He wondered what kind of leader she would be and how she would handle the challenges and dissent from those who opposed her. For now, Acheron stayed neutral, content to observe from the sidelines. The world outside his den was vast and full of possibilities, and he intended to explore every inch of it. As the sun began to rise higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over the landscape, he set out deeper into the woods - further from the ocean. Acheron’s thoughts were interrupted as two squirrels chased each other, abruptly stopping as they realized the danger they now were in. The small creatures froze, their eyes wide with fear as they noticed the massive brute watching them. Acheron stood still for a moment, his glowing orange eyes locked onto the squirrels. Then, with a dismissive shake of his head, he turned away, uninterested in the small prey. As he moved through the dense underbrush, his senses were on high alert. He caught the scent of a distant turkey and the faint tracks of a coyote. The forest path led him to a clearing, where the sunlight broke through the canopy in golden beams. Acheron paused, taking in the beauty of the scene. His journey was solitary, but moments like these reminded him of the peace and serenity that nature offered. He breathed deeply, his nose twitching. At first, the brute couldn’t place it, his mouth opening slightly. Blood. The metallic scent was unmistakable, cutting through the myriad of other forest smells. Alert and curious, Acheron tensed, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of distress or danger. Acheron lowered himself closer to the ground, his dark form almost blending with the earthy hues of the forest floor. His nostrils flared as he neared a bush where tufts of hair and blood spackled the green leaves. The metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air, stirring his senses. The scent was male, young—a stark contrast to the serenity of the morning. There was something about this male’s scent that was almost familiar to Acheron. What confused him was that despite this tuft of hair, it smelled of many—some familiar scents, while others weren’t. If it weren't for the blood, he might have mistaken it for a gathering spot or a place where multiple wolves had recently passed through. The sight and smell of the blood sharpened Acheron's focus. Instinctively, he knew something had happened here, and recently. His eyes narrowed to slits as he surveyed the scene, scanning for any clues or signs of danger amidst the tranquility of the forest. The brute was faced with a decision to make: follow the blood trail or continue on his way—the young male would have to grow up sometime. Acheron's breath hung in the crisp morning air as he deliberated. The allure of uncovering the truth tugged at his curiosity, urging him to pursue the trail that led deeper into the shadows of uncertainty. Yet, a part of him hesitated, mindful of the risks that awaited down that path. He was alone; he only had himself for protection. But the scent of blood lingered, and Acheron growled with mild annoyance. Despite his initial hesitation, with a decisive shake of his head, he committed to follow the blood trail. Every step forward resonated with purpose, his powerful muscles propelling him through the underbrush with a controlled grace. All he could think was this pup better be close to death. |
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Régnar
Beta Appretice || Male || Mentions: Wisteria Indirectly Mentions: Alari, Sikúnguak Régnar stood upon the sand, his eyes fixed on the bustling activity within the camp. The morning of the ceremony for the Alpha and Beta was finally here. It was a significant day, not just for the pack but for the entire bloodline of the Druids. Today, Alari, the first druid female of the alpha bloodline, would officially take her place in the pack. The decision was different, that much was certain. It displeased many, but not Régnar. He couldn't be more thrilled for her. The crisp morning air, a refreshing temperature, carried the scent of the ocean on the westward wind. It was invigorating, a reminder of the natural world that surrounded them and the history they were about to honor. Régnar took a deep breath, letting the salty tang fill his lungs, sharpening his senses. He glanced at the beach where most of the wolves were busy. Some were out hunting, ensuring that the feast for the ceremony would be plentiful. Others were decorating the beach, setting up for the formalities and celebrations that would mark the new authority of their leaders. The sun was rising, promising a warm day. The sky was clear, and Régnar knew the heat would bring a golden glow to the festivities. As the Beta apprentice, Régnar had a unique perspective on the day's events. He felt a mixture of pride and responsibility. He knew that Alari's leadership would usher in a new era for the Druids; he believed that it would strengthen their bloodline. He admired her strength and wisdom, qualities that were essential for the position she was about to assume. Régnar believed deeply in her destiny to lead. How could he not? She had been there for him since he was a pup, a close friend to his mother, Valdís. Alari was more than just the alpha to him. She was family, and he would stand by her no matter the consequences. And Sikúnguak? He was perfect for the beta role. Truly, there was no better individual to fill it. His plan for the day was to move among the wolves, offering help where needed, ensuring that everything went well for the ceremony. It must go perfectly. Alari and Sikúnguak, his mentor, deserved it. Tonight would be a night to remember, a night of celebration and unity. He would make sure of it! So confident he was, that he paraded around with his chest puffed out, eyes narrow as if on duty. It had to go well. Especially since.. Well.. What he knew.. The guilt suddenly weighed heavily on Régnar, and the fear of what might happen if the truth came out gnawed at his conscience, clawing at his insides like a relentless beast. Every time he thought of Alari, a pang of sorrow and dread gripped his heart. How could he face her, knowing the terrible secret he carried? How could he look into her eyes without feeling like a traitor? He glanced around him, shaking his head slightly to clear the dark thoughts. Nearly stumbling, Régnar knew he had to maintain his composure, at least for today. He couldn't afford to let his turmoil show, especially not now. Alari deserved a perfect ceremony, free of any shadows. As did Sikúnguak. Glancing at Wisteria, he cleared his throat, plastering a cheerful expression on his face. He met her gaze with as much lightheartedness as he could muster. "Clumsy paws," he chirped, offering her an expressive grin, hoping it masked the turmoil within. The two had been up early, hoping to get to the beach and begin decorating. They had a lot to do, and Régnar was determined to throw himself into the work, hoping it would distract him from the guilt gnawing at his soul. At the current moment, Régnar carried a pile of kelp upon his back, its weight a small but welcome burden, grounding him. The kelp was to be draped around the ceremonial area, adding a touch of nature’s beauty to the proceedings. He moved with purpose, his strides confident, though inside he felt anything but. His mind was a whirlpool of fear, guilt, and anticipation. "Next, we need to gather seashells and coral. What do you think?" He said, his eyes scanning the shoreline for suitable decorations. He needed to keep talking, keep moving. The steady rhythm of work was his only solace. Suddenly, something gleamed in his peripheral vision, catching the sunlight and casting a shimmer on the sand. He turned his head, curiosity piqued. His sharp eyes recognized the object immediately—an abalone shell, its iridescent surface reflecting a rainbow of colors. For a moment, all his worries seemed to fade, replaced by a childlike excitement. Practically diving, Régnar buried his nose in the sand, tossing it around with an enthusiasm that belied his inner turmoil. He dug carefully, his teeth wrapping delicately around the abalone shell. It was a perfect specimen, smooth and shining, a treasure from the ocean. The kelp on his back flopped onto the sand, forgotten in his moment of discovery, but Régnar didn't care. Not when he had found such a pretty, iridescent shell. He straightened up, the abalone shell held triumphantly in his mouth. Turning to Wisteria, he let the shell drop gently into the sand at her feet. "Look at this," he said, his voice tinged with genuine excitement. "Isn't it beautiful? Here, you have it." Bumping his shoulder against hers, he began to trot around, collecting the kelp that he had lost. It was a small victory, a brief moment of light in an otherwise dark day. For a few minutes, he allowed himself to bask in the simplicity of the task at hand and the beauty of the shell. But even as he moved to gather the kelp, the shadow of his secret loomed large in the back of his mind. He could only hope that by focusing on making the ceremony perfect, he could at least for a while, push the darkness away and honour Alari and Sikúnguak as they deserved. |
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Xiomar || Shaman || Male || M: Yèmiào [Ind.], Alari [Ind.] - On an elks pelt, lie a viper in a wolfs' pelt; Xiomar. He had been woken in his den by the early morning rays of light. Rather then getting to his paws and getting on with his day, the onyx-colored wolf remained in his nest, hoping to be able to catch whatever peace still remained in the comfort of his bed. After a moment or two though, Xiomar half-rolled, half-fell from his perch. No point in trying to accomplish the impossible. Shaking off any debris from his rest, the shaman turned around, back to his bedding. He smoothed it out, wanting it to look as if he'd never been there. The pelt he slept on was in a small hollow in the mountain side that made up most of his den. The hollow had been smoothed out by decades of a waterfall long gone. Void of rough edges, it made the perfect sleeping area. Satisfied with his work, Xiomar sat and admired the rest of his den. It was spacious, quite so indeed. Located at the base of the mountain, only half of the den was made of actual boulders. The rest was formed by the mountain. Xiomar had spent quite some time closing gaps between the boulders, the den being very drafty. Now vines and moss could be found between the boulders and infront of the narrow entrance. Small dips in the ground, far from the entrance, could be used for the sick, if they had to stay overnight. The 'sickbeds' were mostly unused. Xiomar padded over to a curtain of vines. Pushing them aside with his muzzle, he carefully counted them, as he'd been doing ever since he'd been assigned an apprentice. Yèmiào. If she'd touched his precious herbs- She'd be cleaning all of the dens for the rest of the month. The shaman was about to go and sit outside of his de4n and observe, when he remembered two things: one, to give himself a bath, and two, that today was special. Today there was a ceremony. And not just any. A ceremony for a certain, female wolf. Alari. The new alpha. The shaman growled quietly to himself adnd he smoothed his already sleek pelt with his teeth. Females shouldn't lead wolves. That was as foolish as letting a mouse lead a clowder of cats. They'd never make it until next spring. Autumn, if they were lucky. Head still full of such thoughts, Xiomar stepped out of his den and into the bright - but crisp - morning. The communal area was mostly empty, but no doubt someone else was already awake. Closing his eyes halfway, the dark-pelted wolf mulled over his thoughts, waiting for someone to disturb him. Someone always did. |
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Malakai | Male | Omega | M: Indirectly M: Alari, Eudora | Directly M: Xiomar The large gray brute was in his den with the old bones scattered throughout the bottom of the den. His makeshift den with two large boulders created a great space for him, maybe it was because of his status as his dead older brother. Maybe of the female that took his spot. The thing that was rightfully his. The female who’s heart bled gold and had the rage from the generations from the males from before her. He would know, he was that bitch’s uncle. Though he envied her bottled emotions and was able to control the turmoil of rage. Her father named her heir instead of him, and then her father named heir instead of him. The alpha family was shattered through prejudice and shame. He wanted to relinquish that. It had to be him, the rightful one to be on top of the Druids. It was in his blood, it was his birthright. He was the one that modeled perfection to be an alpha. Alari had her father’s support, but the pack had her side and some did not. He will find her true colors. The poisonous bitch that hides behind her own righteousness. Malakai knew the Druid alpha bloodline had a darkside, he just had to pry at the right nerve.
The large male would have done something today and caused a commotion for the ceremony to be halted. Though he was warned not to. Eudora the old she wolf warned him to mind his place. She had something going on, but he needed to be on his best behavior or he would face his biggest sin. The rumor that Alari would be setting him fear for his crime and letting him be shakira. That was all he needed to hear. He could not lead a coupe if he was at the bottom of the food chain of the pack. Though his curiosity of the old she wolf had a plan, and what was it.. Though he knew he could not prod her. Eudora knew too much for her own good and being the oldest wolf, she knew more than she let on. Eudora was the accomplice to his biggest sin, but she could spin it all on him. He knew his place was to be silent and act like a proud uncle. Or just a grump. Alari would know something was up, if he was joyful for her. Malakai already showed his disapproval of the female to take charge. Meanwhile he will just have to think of a plan of his own for after the ceremony. Or until Eudora has finished whatever the hell she planned to do.
Alari needs to be shown her true path.. Her fury and rage. The curse that rains on the Alpha bloodline. She was all alone and she believed it. A scary world for Druid Bloodline alpha to be alone. She’s a female and she will crumble because of it. Not fit for a male's world... Or else she will suffer like her father..
Malakai emerged out of his den welcoming the humidity and the scent of the westward winds. The smell of the salty ocean stung his nose and made the air in his lungs dry out. He knew what was coming, but he was sworn to secrecy. The Red Death will be at the camp’s doorstep by dusk. He needed to protect himself and whoever fell and exposed to it, let them die for his cause. The only thing Eudora let him know and take the remedy to stay safe. The highly contagious and almost death sentence to wolves. He knew it could be the death of the druids, then he would have nothing to rule over. But a chance he is willing to take. He needed to find Xiomar.
Malakai took his strides slowly, but with a graceful way to the den. He found Xiomar laying down with his eyes closed. He whispered with a menacing smirk on his face “Xiomar, get up. We need to do something. Seafoam and ocean sponge.. And we need to be safe from what’s coming… I’ll find Alvi’da. Get enough for the three of us.” |
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