RP between Nyctea and Thornbury. Do not post unless your name is written in the title, but you're welcome to read through! :)

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Ruthlessness - Bayne is keen to do whatever it takes to achieve his purposes, no matter the cost. He may use any means necessary, including violence, deception, and intimidation, to get what he wants. He is not concerned with his actions' consequences, as long as he can come out on top.

Stubbornness - Once Bayne has made up his mind, it is almost impossible to adjust it. He is fiercely independent and doesn't like to be told what to do or how to do it. He may reject advice or guidance, even if it could help him in the long run.

Impulsiveness - Bayne is swift to act on his intuitions, without taking the time to think things through. He may make rash decisions or take unnecessary risks, which could lead to disastrous consequences. He has a tendency to act first and think later.

Fearlessness - Bayne is not fearsome of anything or anyone. He has an in-depth inner strength and a fierce determination to succeed, no matter what obstacles he may face. He is keen to take risks and face challenges head-on, without hesitation.

Loyalty - Bayne is fiercely loyal to those he cares about. He will go to great lengths to protect and defend his loved ones, even if it means putting his own life in harm's way. He values trust and honor above all else.

Perseverance - Bayne never gives up, no matter how difficult the task may seem. He has an unshakable determination to succeed, and he will keep pushing forward until he achieves his purpose. He is not easily discouraged by setbacks or failures, and he learns from his mistakes to become even stronger.

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× Amera ×

Epithet: N/a

Age: 5

Nickname(s): Ammy

Gender: Feminine

Height: 28''

Weight: 95lbs

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Build: Lean • Soft, Dethoraning Features •

Amera has features that are gentle and rather undefined. Her eyes are large and oval, and a gentle gaze is withheld in them. Her irises are hazel-mousy, sage and a cobalt hue all running through to swirl into a mesmerising darkness. Her eyes are set under her more unnoticeable brows, though despite unnoticeable, often have a confused or unnerved expression held within them. Her lashes are long, dense and frayed, though are dull as the rest of her. Her muzzle is narrow, curving upwards to preserve that slightly more pup-like appearance. The inky darkness of her round nose causes her otherwise undaunting appearance just a bit more forceful. The fae's coat is charcoal and the colour of sand is thin, more patched and spotted than most would like - from poor breeding and malnutrition. The bright white fangs in her mush are worn and rounded from years of brawls and failed hunts. Her build is thin and slender - barely a comparison to the wolf she'd been years ago. If raised and prepared properly, the chances were that she'd be a rather attractive canine. Her paces are heavy and sloppy, despite her light frame. Years back, she'd glide and bounce, yet another thing that was simply incomparable to the way she'd be now.

Voice: Her overall appearance matches her voice perfectly. Light, slightly more high-pitch, though not so much as to be annoying. Her accent is refined and tweaked so that while it matches her elegant features, it comes out as polite yet perfectly confident.

[ - ] Flighty• Blunt • Crude

[ + ] Sensible • Protective • Loyal

Flighty - Amara isn't exactly what you'd call brave or courageous. Confrontation disturbs her, though this does not mean she won't jump into something head first it means protecting someone she cares for. However, if not the case she'd happily bow out of a stand-off if it meant self-preservation - not that there was much left to preserve.

Blunt/Crude - Despite being opposed to arguments, she's not afraid to speak her mind, which often gets her into trouble and situations she had to scramble to escape. She's not particularly worried about hurting others' feelings if it means getting a point across, so it's not always done in the nicest of ways, though it doesn't seem to bother the fae if she loses meaningless companions. Although in a pack, this does mean she is isolated, it seems that's how she prefers it anyway.

Sensible/Protective - Most of Ameras decisions are based on facts and figures. There's very little emotion attached to anything she chooses unless it's to do with someone she deeply cared for. She isn't one to take risks or put herself or others in harm's way, however, if the situation calls for it she'd be the one to offer herself up. After all, it's not like she'd be much use to anyone otherwise. If the situation involved someone she deeply cared for, there are no limits to how far she'd go to look after that person, though... death is certainly not off the table.

Loyal- The she-wolf is likely the most loyal being you'll come across. Although crude and easily frightened, she'd go to the very end for her pack if it meant saving one of them.

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Bayne with an ascend of his lower behalf, bode forbearingly on the bristling, satiny ground whilst his plumage swished with utter keenness.

He scrutinized the dense, opaque treeline, observing for any indication of his beloved friend—Amera. Which should've been here, every dawn break. But as he lingered, he felt the warmth of the shimmering sun on his rear, and barring his eyelids for a moment, he reveled in the calmness of the vacant clearing. He could discern his heart pounding quicker as he thought about the merriment he and his friend would have in this barren forestland clearing. They would frivolously wrestle, tail after each other, and scour the wilderness, just like they always did. It was moments like these that made his existence worth living, and Bayne savored every second of it.

As time went on, agonizingly slow, Bayne's mind hovered over remembrances of how he and Amera became chums, despite the fact that they were from diverse clans, he abode in the West Bidders whilst Amara dwelt in the Northern Risers, who unfortunately, had an unremitting war. But Bayne's and Amara's encounter had initiated in the woods, where they had both been drawn to the same odor. They had tentatively approached each other, predicting detestation, but to their astonishment, they had hit it off instantly.

Over time, they had encountered in secret, tiptoeing away from their clans to spend time together in the woods. They would frolic and chit-chat for hours on end, sharing tales and secrets, and forging an in-depth bond of trust and companionship. As Bayne awaited for Amera to arrive, he couldn't restrain but plaster on a toothy grin as he thought about their past adventures. He remembered the time they had discovered a hidden cascading waterfall and squandered the whole daylight sloshing in the frigid, refreshing water. He reminisced the time they had hunted a rabbit through the woods and ended up stumbling upon a ravishing grassland adorned with wildflowers.

He felt a purpose of gratitude towards Amera for being his confidante, and for bearing him despite their different backgrounds.

But as the minutes thumped by with no signal of Amera, Bayne began to increase restless. He wondered if she had gotten snared up in some clan chores, or if something had happened to her. He felt a twinge of apprehension in his chest, but he drove it aside, trusting that his friend would emerge soon.

A silky hide flickered through ample forestry, bright and loose as each pad hit the pine-matted carpet of the mossed undergrowth, recoiling with every movement. Every light step crunched and crumpled beneath soft pads, small creatures scurrying around and away from the larger beast.

Maybe, if life had routed differingly, Amera would still be such a beast. Bright, bouncy and full of such childlike energy and wonder towards life. Ears would still be pricked, nose wet and eyes bright. Life, however, had a way of setting you in the wrong direction. It was a shame to think that such a magnificent creature could end up completely and utterly ruined.

Morning dew still littered the leaves, dampening the ground and causing the thick scent of the forest to heighten in every way possible. Most mornings, it seemed, the young canine would pad away from the safety and comfort of her own camp, only to interact with what should be an enemy.

He was a friendly being. Easily excitable, easy to get along with. It was hard to think that even for a moment, they'd be considered enemies. Or that they should be. As the creature thought about their times together, her smile could only light her thin mush, the slight swinging of her hind end increasing as she caught his scent on the wind.

She wished they could continue this all... continue to frolic and play, to act half their age and sit talking for hours on end without so much as a breath in between. To explore their surroundings and enjoy the time they had away from their strict, tense and dull surroundings of pack life. However, this couldn't last. This friendship of theirs. The war had worsened, and while she could only wish she could continue this escape, it had to cease. Her smile faded and her heart started to pump faster as she neared their usual meeting spot, dreading every moment of this awful conversation.

As the strong scent of the brute seemed to get stronger, the swaying of her hind simply got faster, and as she turned the corner, she saw the dark male, tail thumping against the damp grounding and fangs gleaming in the bright morning light. Her negative thoughts seemed to wash away at the familiar sight. Maybe one last time, just a short while of play and joy before they slinked back to their respective homes. Maybe, just maybe, that'd make saying goodbye to her confidante all the easier.

Whilst Bayne, still awaited for Amera to emerge, his thoughts diverted to the abiding war between her clan and his own. He understood that apprehensions were lofty and that it was becoming increasingly demanding to avoid the battling. He was no warrior, and the idea of partaking in battle teemed him with dread. He wondered if there was any way that he and Amera could flee the conflict and abide peacefully on their own.

But as he pondered this, he heard a rustling in the copses. His heart hopped with excitement as he hurdled to his feet, expecting to see Amera emerge. But instead, a mere somber raven scurried out, jabbering wildly as it soared up a nearby tree branch, that was gnarled through the verdant leaflets. Bayne soughed, and settled back down onto the ground, feeling a little frivolous for getting his longings up. So, he continued to await and observed as a line of ants wriggled through the flaccid stems, their wee legs moving in unison. He wondered about their world, so unlike his own, but just as intricate and engrossing.

But soon, Bayne's heart raced as he heard the rustling in the copses. He identified the aroma and knew it was Amera. He felt a lift of excitement and solace, knowing that his friend was finally on her way. His oculars were trained on the chaparrals, as he awaited for Amera to emerge. The morning sunlight filtered through the trees, casting blotched shadows on the ground.

He wondered if Amera was open to propositions about fleeing her clan with him.

Despite his uneasiness, Bayne felt enthusiastic about the prospect of spending time with Amera. He hoped that they would have another opportunity to explore and wrestle, away from the tumult and strain of the clan war.

Yellowly liquid light ran through the canopies, creating a white farytailesque imagery. Greens and browns seemed to swirl around the area, bouncing off the wandy pelt of the young fae. Soon, this area would be splashed in awful reds and loud banging, she was sure of it. She was sure that the place she'd spend hours and hours of time with her single close friend would soon be a battleground for brutality and barbarity, a bloodbath for whoever was willing to swim in it. For whoever was forced to drown in it, and get lost in the scarlettness of early mornings.

Amera pondered if her much-loved friend would suffer such a fate. If at some point, in months to come, they'd meet each other in such an end. If her sandy coat would drench with his blood, or if her life would be taken by his own sharp talons. Perhaps, if it was just the last time she'd get to see him, then such a fate would be worth it. Though, she'd rather have never set a gaze upon him again.

She'd grow to be a large wolf, would she not? Born to be a leader, to fight these battles and care for her surroundings. She was larger than most females her age, so she'd stay that way, or so she was told. Perhaps. If she was to look upon her life in the future, the assumption would be that she would pity the lifeless creature she'd become.

Amera trotted into the clearing, tail high and fluttering from side to side excitedly as the scent of her friend strengthened around her. Her mind cleared at the sight of him, her heart leaping as she pondered their games of the day. She was later than wonted, but she'd been caught in trivial chores of the morning, just as she'd slicked out of the comfort of her den.

Had Bayne had such issues? Questions and worries of his litter mates as to where he was going? She certainly had. He was but ten steps away when she decided he'd have to come and find her, slinking off as a toothy grin spread across her face, slipping between trees and rocks as she hid from him. Yes... just one more time, they'd play and frolic as they always had. The brute didn't need to know what she was planning, not yet, not now... not until they'd bored themselves of one another.

With a vacant, barren mind, Bayne had observed the terrene agog, his lobes swiveling aloft when the rustling of the vegetation ceased and the nebulous silhouette of a canine sidled out of his vision.

Inquisitiveness adorned his face as Bayne squinted his gaze, he probed his nose in the air as he inhaled the brittle ambiance within the saccharine odor of Amera, to which he responded with a sneer and a flit of his plumage. It was indeed her, just with a frivolous act of a game, Bayne joined in her hide-and-go-seek.

He was smart and rather could coordinate his way through a game alike this, so with a toothy grin mastering his devilish mien, he flattened his lobes against his cranium and breathed in and then out, craning his attention around, endeavoring to determine from which direction the odor wafted from, so he would snatch her first trial, without any defeats. Still grinning, he feigned to be oblivious to Amera's hiding area. He trotted around the clearing, his nose in the air, feigning to gasp for her fragrance. Until he meandered in the path where he knew she was, but he didn't give any indication of it. He wanted to play along with her game, to make their reunion even more elated.

He wavered and looked around, making sure Amera wasn't glimpsing at him. With an impish twinkle in his eye, he moved towards the overgrown treeline where she was obscuring. He could see her silhouette behind the rampant surface. His grin outstretched, acting stunned. "Ah-ha!" he exclaimed, pretending to uncover her presence. "You're here!"

His irises torched even more when her presence came into his view, her ravishing figure warming his heart.

Though before he had muttered another word to her, he bounded into action, hurdling towards her and pinning her to the ground with his poundage. Bayne couldn't sustain his laughter as it resounded all around the ambiance.

One of his favorite activities is to prove his strength to her and have her squirm under him.

"Gotcha," he said facetiously, grinning from ear to ear. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming."

''Did you have to complete some chores, or-'' he chimed in, though now sounded serene and composed than keen and enthusiastic.

Bouncing off of her onto the leaflet embellished ground and spun his figure so he faced her again.

Baynes glowing eyes seemed to flash brighter as a playful tease ran through them. The tip of her down flicked flippantly against the damp ground, anticipating their round of fast-paced play.

A grin pulled her mush, revealing bright, sharped teething shining in response, looking more than thrilled to be around her confident once again, the way most mornings went. As he neered, she jumped up onto her paws as she readied herself to dart away from him, derermined to put up atleast a bit of a runabout. She supposed he would have wanted a reason for her lateness.

However, she was thrilled to be sighting Bayne again, no matter the inconvenience of early mornings, chores, or the impending threat of war surrounding their two packs.

When she lept, the young she made an effort to sprint, though only got a few steps before tumbling down with the brute, her bright sandy coat dampening with wetted mud and shredded leaves. A surprised yelp escaped the young dame, though once on her back, she struggled for a for a few moment before just letting herself go limp, though hind pads stayed pressed firmly agains his undercarrage to keep any weight off her.

A groan escaped her, putting on a play of discontent for a few moments until he'd let her up. He always seemed to win these little things... she didn't mind. He was stronger than her, and she knew as much. It didn't tend to affect the amount of joy they got out of their daily little runabouts. Her eyes were bright, happy, and her heart was thumping from both excitement and the little runabout they'd had.

She clambered to her feet after a few moments, shaking the dirt out of her long coat and bouncing a few steps closer as she greeted Bayne, his scent a serene comfort to her as she inched towards him

She sat happily, tail still thumping against the ground as her ears shot forwards. "You always get me."

"I know, I know," she huffed to her friend, cocking her head a tiny bit. "I had chores and-" she trailed off a bit before huffing out a breath.

''And what-'' he questioned, imitating her gesture and settling down on his rear too, though instead of his plumage patting on the reedy ground, it curved around his stilts.

''Preparing for the war, or-'' he chimed, tilting his head to the side, his behold adorned with inquisitiveness and a little smear of unease. ''Because that's what my clan demands me to do-'' he added, weighing off the issue he had on his back. ''Especially, in the dawn- wrestling and practicing,'' he sounded exhausted of it, but that was a part of his pattern, at the moment. Stirred out of his dreamy slumber, every dawn, Bayne meandered to the center of the rocky clearing in his clan, to greet Rorarch and start his training, the hardcore lectures the warrior had put him in, which still, Bayne was bad at, still sloppy and ungainly, not appropriate to be a warrior with his witty and docile background and persona.

''It exhausts me out, but at least, I can meander out and meet you-'' his tone bore back to the usual weightlessness, underlined with raw bliss that his friend had such influence to cause buoyant sentiments to stir in his heart.

''How about- we do not bother ourselves over this crisis and just-'' he toted on, ascending on his feet before he grazed past the damsel, colliding his shoulder at her lightly. ''Play around!'' with an earnest chortle, he frolicked back to the vacant, sun-daubed clearing, bouncing around before he reeled and bore into a resilient, rollicking stance.

''Wrestle me! One on one-'' he taunted the damsel, his voice inured and unfaltering whilst his posture emitted utter boldness, even his lidded oculars seemed more impish.

''Whoever wins, will be victorious and will have the prospect to'' he whizzed, his tongue lolling out of his mandibles. ''Request anything they desire,'' he mused, fluttering his lobes a little bit.

''And the flunkee will have to comply, no chicken outs!'' he included and stood wordless and keen, lingering for the strike Amera would do.