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Do not post if you have not been accepted into the RP. . Time: Around 2 pm . Weather: Sunny with a small chance of rain . Where to Start: The wolves had found a place and camped out. They are deep in the forest sharing a medium sized den together. Once they wake up they will begin their traveling. |
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Darkseeker
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4 | Female | M: Open, Everyone (ind.) . The sun crept into the den, shining it's rays of light through the cracks. Parts of the female's fur were glowing due to the light. Her amber eyes showed themseleves within the partly dark den, illuminating her face. Her hues glanced from one figure to another, noticing the sleeping wolves. It only took her back to the incident. The incident that left her so many questions. Mishka, as she was called, rose to her paws and began exiting the den, careful not to step on anyone. Once successful, she sat at the entrance of the den. Mishka couldn't stop thinking about the incident. . She wondered if anyone from the pack was living. There was a low chance but it was possible. Either way, who knows where they are at now? Mishka was simply lucky to even be alive and caught with the other wolves. Her audits flicked as she looked back to the den. It was the only one around at the moment and they needed to camp at a place before nightfall. She was surprised the den could fit all of them. Eight wolves. Mishka sighed and awaited for the wolves to wake up. She did have some plans for today but since they aren't in a pack, there isn't really a designated leader. So with this, Mishka would hear what everyone has to say. . Her time in the pack as Beta has brought her great experience with leadership. Though she didn't want to sound like a self absorbed bastard. She realized that she has to let others voice their opinions as well. Being in a pack with an Alpha, this was very uncommon. Mishka pinned her tail to her side as she listened to the songs of the birds. It was relaxing, she thought. Mishka had no clue if they were going to leave the den and travel more or just decide to stay. That is where she hoped the others would wake up soon. | |
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Chinook || 4 || Male || M: Mishka, Others (Ind) Deep amber eyes opened after hours of no sleep. Chinook had rested, yes, but he had not slept. It was no matter, though; they would be travelling again today anyway. He could just walk mindlessly for hours. The darker tawny male had not moved from his sleeping position, crammed up against the side of their den, deciding that movement would only serve to wake up those around him and ruffle feathers. While he had no real problems dealing with sleep-deprived, frustrated wolves, he was not in the mood to quell their bared teeth. The male counted the forms around him and furrowed his brow. Six? Oh, no. Seven. Mishka was awake and hidden in the darker corner. Chinook sighed softly and raised his head. He pulled himself to his paws with care not to disturb the cramped bodies of the remaining wolves and danced around their frames until he reached the entrance of their den. The air was cool and refreshing; while body head was all well and good, eight wolves in that tiny space made it feel like he was resting in a bonfire. He looked back into the cave and looked to Mishka for a small moment, and then Chinook walked a little ways away and sat down. It was deathly quiet. The silence was welcome, though, and he let his eyelids droop halfway before easing himself back down again. This was going to be another long day; he had to cherish his alone time while it yet existed. |
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Akala | 3 | Female | Past Rank: Delta | Mentions: Mishka // Chinook (in) Akalas optics where wide open the brown color appearing black in the dark. She was in pain but, hiding it well as no one really had touched her since the attack. Which was favorable as she pulled herself into a seated position, her muzzle lightly running against her shoulder and elbow. A soft huff left her muzzle as she pulled it away. The wounds on her body had been treated already and where crusted over. Her leg had been injured when she had tried to protect the pack. She being a smaller wolf had been over powered by two rough males. Her body having been slammed ruthlessly into a large tree only to be pinned against a sharp rock. Hell she was lucky to be alive, but being quick and snappy had its advantages. She had made quick bites driving them away from her body only to flee with the others. Since they arrived at the den she had been hiding this injury, even treating her own wounds. Akala was afriad they would have left her. Sighing softly she managed out of the den carefully avoiding the others. Akala saw Chinook further away from the den and opted to go to Mishka. Leaning forwards she gently nuzzled Mishkas neck. A subtle gentle gesture. "Morning.." She said quietly as she sat down beside the larger female. Her injured leg acting as the other with slightly less pressure being added to it. Akala had been trained as a youth not to show weakness and god she blessed that training now. For she believed it was keeping her safe. After all her past rank had been just below Mishkas. |
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Dusk | 4 | Female | Past Rank: hunter | Mentions: Mishka // Chinook//Akala (in) It was early morning in the den when Dusk awoke. She could see that others where already awake thought the den was to dark for her to see which ones where awake. She could only make out dark outlines of them, as well as other outlines of those asleep still. Sitting up she looked out to the den opening to see the smallest of light shineing through. She then looked back saning the den to see if anymore had awoken. ~~~ After awhile Dusk heard a voice that spoke "morning". Dusk looked over to see the smaller female known as Akala sitting next to Mishka. She then looked a feather away from Mishka to see one of the 4 males that had mange to escape known as Chinook. Dusk stood and walked over still standing she spoke in a calm,low voice trying not to wake the others "I'll go hunt something for us to eat." Dusk then walked silently around the sleeping wolf's over to the entrance of the den whare she pired out before turning back "ill scout around the area and from the way w came to be sure they didn't follow are sent trail" Dusk then added before going out of sight. ~~~~~ While in the forest looking for a good sized animal that would be enough for the 8 of them to all eat something the images from the attack came to her. Dusk shut the Images to the back of her mind and focused on scouting and trying to find something to eat. Sone she came to a group of 2 doe`s and a fawn, one of the doe`s had a fawn so she amed for the other doe that was without a fawn. Getting into a hunter crouch she began stalking the doe, once close enough she jumped from ware she was low to the ground and onto the doe, she got a good grip on its neck. Dusk began bitting deep into the does neck while she let the other doe with the fawn run off. |
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Dusk | 4 | Female | Past Rank: hunter | Mentions: Mishka // Chinook//Akala (in) It was early morning in the den when Dusk awoke. She could see that others where already awake thought the den was to dark for her to see which ones where awake. She could only make out dark outlines of them, as well as other outlines of those asleep still. Sitting up she looked out to the den opening to see the smallest of light shineing through. She then looked back saning the den to see if anymore had awoken. ~~~ After awhile Dusk heard a voice that spoke "morning". Dusk looked over to see the smaller female known as Akala sitting next to Mishka. She then looked a feather away from Mishka to see one of the 4 males that had mange to escape known as Chinook. Dusk stood and walked over still standing she spoke in a calm,low voice trying not to wake the others "I'll go hunt something for us to eat." Dusk then walked silently around the sleeping wolf's over to the entrance of the den whare she pired out before turning back "ill scout around the area and from the way w came to be sure they didn't follow are sent trail" Dusk then added before going out of sight. ~~~~~ While in the forest looking for a good sized animal that would be enough for the 8 of them to all eat something the images from the attack came to her. Dusk shut the Images to the back of her mind and focused on scouting and trying to find something to eat. Sone she came to a group of 2 doe`s and a fawn, one of the doe`s had a fawn so she amed for the other doe that was without a fawn. Getting into a hunter crouch she began stalking the doe, once close enough she jumped from ware she was low to the ground and onto the doe, she got a good grip on its neck. Dusk began bitting deep into the does neck while she let the other doe with the fawn run off. |
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Solaris || 5 || Male || M: Everyone (ref), Open A growl rumbled through the cave - one deep and scratchy, and laced in annoyance. The glazing sun - painting his fur in its natural hue - pricked at his closed eyelids as birds sang and his companions mumbled their “good mornings”. The shifting of the sun was always annoying now that they had moved into this den. It blinded some while also overheating others, with himself falling into the overheating category. He attempts to fall back asleep, but the constant noise, burning sun, and rising temperature was enough for him to change his mind. With a sigh, the winter-sun male gets to his feet - yawning, stretching, and shaking out his pelt. His rustic sunset-orange eyes survey the cave, finding only six of the seven other wolves around. Three of the seven were at the entrance while the others still slept. Solaris pads to the entrance of the cave, beginning to get desperate in the smothering heat. He nods to those sitting at the entrance before strutting forth, hoping to cool down his pelt. Heat comes off the male in waves as he passes by. Once outside, his pelt begins to shift in colors, turning more to a light, bright yellow than its usual orangy-white. His trophy-like scars seemingly glow as well, but do little to standout amongst his majestic pelt - besides the mark on his nose and snout, that is. Between my body heat and my fur, I’m starting to believe that I am the sun, he remarks to himself with a sneer. The sun-bleached male does not stray far from the den, laying down on a nice cool patch of decaying leaves underneath a well shaded tree. With a huff, he lays his head down, enjoying the cool of the earth. The new temperature lulls the male into a drowsy state, but he refuses the temptation to fall into it. Instead, his dark but bright amber eyes stare back at the cave and those at its entrance, waiting for the others to awake. |
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