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RP between Rancour and Shadowstar. do not post unless you're name is in the title. |
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╟ Varsha ╢ ╭vahr-shaa╮ "Nature comes not to comfort, yet to bestow life and a chance to rise to the challenge of living with a loving noble heart." Age: 3 Gender: Damsel Build: Mod edit: Do not hotlink. Please use a correct site to upload and post your photo Varsha is a petite damsel, with longish proportions. Her fur consists of diverse types of colors, from hazels to sables, the pattern altering mostly on her back. Her fur is silky but quite bristly, whilst her mane is poofy. Her voice is feminine and quite soothing, sturdy, and can get assertive. Her odor is somewhat near jasmine but is masked by the fragrance of a musky pup. Personality: Varsha has a serene and impassive character, driven to stand as a mother figure in her role. Tends to be rather king-hearted and reliant, over time. Is somewhat remote with canines amongst her age, but gradually becomes cordial if the canine opposite of hers shows genuine sentiments and benevolence to her. Varsha has an insolent side, although it's more of an impish part of her nature, that leans to steer around those who she relies on and sees more than buddies. But the impishness hurdles out when her position as a pup-watcher starts in the earliest of hours. Status: Pup-watcher Other: TheMysticWolf on DA |
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Ahrin (à-rin)
"Life is a war. A war where the strongest survive. If you aren't the stronger, you better be good at pretending that you're one of them, or you're dead"
Age: almost 4
Gender: male (don't know how to say that he's not mated or anything honestly)
Built: quite skinny, with resistent paws and a sharp muzzle. He have really thick and long fur, that makes him look bigger than he is. His fur is dark grey, that shades in lighter greys on his belly and becoming fully white on his legs and paws.
He have heterochromia, with his left eye in bright golden and his right eye in a mix of navy blue and a more teal shade.
Personality: He's really nervous, and always go on defensive when he meet any creature that's not a prey. He use that way to avoid any kind of trouble, and he's quite good at pretending. He can be really paranoid and sarcastic, making him annoying to most of the wolves he meet. He's also sweet, but doesn't show that often.
His way to act aggressive with almost everything make him a great hunter and good at avoiding problems with other packs.
Status: Hunter
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While the brats wrestled and conquered one another with resilience, Varsha sat near, observing them tousle side to side and hoot periodically when its kin pushed too hard. Supervising such merry and enthusiastic individuals was a formidable position, but over time, as Varsha matured a stoic veneer over her heart, this position seemed effortless. And bearing emphatic bonds among the heirs in the campground, Varsha seemed like a second mother figure in their vibrant little living, the one who seemed delicate and letting, but also heavily protective and compassionate. The one who didn't have a litter of her own, yet adored caring for other mothers' pups. But with a crane of her head, her nonchalant glare located a wandering brat. ''Rekala,'' She crooned, voice laced with stoicness. And since she was examining the campsite, omitting to supervise the brats, Rekala thought it would be a good chance to tiptoe off, get out of Varsha's peripheral, and chase after some insects that would intrude her eyesight. But noticing the overcast outline of a pup sneaking around the cove, Varsha seemed irked by its insolence and had to spit a scold at the uncompromising and impetuous brat. ''Get back to the cove,'' Varsha sneered, a grimace painting her features as the little brat drew back and complied with her demand. No matter how stringent Varsha had to be with the infringing brats, it was all necessary to prevent the brats' demise. Coyotes and foxes were prone to ramble in the forest, so the possibility that one was slinking around the forestries peripheries was heightened. It was too treacherous to let one pup meander too far from the cove. |
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Edited at March 8, 2023 10:14 AM by Shadowstar
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Ahrin was hunting like the usual.
When he was hunting, he didn't feel anything. He was like an arrow ready to shot, vigilant, barely using his sight. His ears and his nose were everything he needed. Every leaf falling, every small paw, every drop splashing in the river, that's what he could hear. That's how they teached him: able to hear everything that could help him survive. He wasn't afraid to do short sprints to be faster.
Then he heard something. Like pawsteps. Small ones. Something was near. That was the moment when he used his sight. Looking around, trying to find something.
He saw... a pup? A small pup was running around the insects flying not too distant. He didn't pay attention to it until he heard a voice. "Rekala" the voice said. Someone was there, a young female, probably. He carefully approached the den where the voice was. He was curious enough to do something like that. |
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Varsha glared down at the diminutive, fuzzy brat, coddled amidst Varsha's tail. It was slumbering soundly, its chest rising and falling with each breath. Varsha's eyes softened as she observed the offspring, marveling at its tiny paws and velvety fur. She nuzzled the brat with the tip of her nose, bearing care not to awaken it. She could feel the warmness of its figure against hers, and a surge of love sufficed her heart. She knew that she would do anything to guard this little one, to ensure that it grew up vigorous and healthy. As she observed, the brat stirred, its eyes opening gradually. It looked up at her with vast, inquisitive eyes, and the Varsha felt a spurt of elation. She knew that this little one was going to be particular, that it would mature into a potent and fierce member of their pack. The brat yawned and stretched, its tiny limbs flexing as it tried to stand up. And Varsha observed with amusement, marveling at the sheer cuteness of the little one. She knew that the coming days would be filled with challenges and difficult work, but for now, she was content to simply watch the brat slumber and dream. |
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Ahrin saw a beautiful female wolf in the cave. He couldn't blame looking at her beautiful fur. He was hidden in the shadows in fromt of the den's entrance, just looking at her and the little pups who surrounded her. She seemed happy and calm. Something appreciable to see.
He decided to leave, he still had to finish the hunt. But while he was about to go away he accidentally stepped on one of the multiple twigs that surrounded the area. He stayed still, hoping to not catch attention of any kind. |
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Varsha's head lifted as her audits fluttered forward, hearing the sound of twigs cracking in the distance. The sound was all too well known - it was the sound of another packmate of hers wandering somewhere close. And whilst her head turned, observing the ambiance like an eagle with widely opened irises, her attention had settled on a male canine stepping gingerly on the scattered twigs on the ground. And from the noise he had remained still, causing Varsha to snort softly. He seemed like a larger lupine than her, hunky and curiously enticing her. But her intention wasn't to settle for a mate, Varsha just simply marveled at the brutes in the campground since most of them were as enchanting as the one in the distance. However, her gaze had veered back onto the meandering and wrestling brats, just tousling all around, back and forth, not listening to any of Varsha's scolds. |
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Ahrin looked around. Nobody noticed that he stopped the hunt to look at the wolf. He went back hunting, half happy that he got out unnoticed and half sad because he hoped he could've talked to the beautiful wolf. He spent lot of time thinking about her during the night. He couldn't blame it: it was the first time he saw a wolf like that. He was curious, but he didn't want to annoy or bother the wolf in any way. But more distant he was from her, more sad he felt. |
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