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Scarborough
The night of the full moon was always busy with activity. Less so, now that Nora had to deal with fewer pack members. Going into town was forbidden on these nights, their control was too tenuous and remaining close to each other helped their minds stay clear. She was in the backyard of the Den now, standing on a large tree trunk and waiting for the rest of the betas to gather. It was early evening at this point, with a cool breeze running through the trees. The trees had not yet begun to turn, but the scent of autumn was in the air.
Her eyes had changed a half hour ago, heeding the siren call of the moon. They glowed golden in the dimming light. Anticipation hummed like a song through the pack. Full moons were no longer death sentences, but they were dangerous. Nora took them deeper into the woods each month, trying to avoid being easy targets. She had to stay in control, keep her pack alive, fix the mess Marcel had made of her pack, her family. Claws inched from her fingertips and she forced deep breaths into her lungs, holding tight to her control.
It was nearly time.
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Scarborough
The night of the full moon was always busy with activity. Less so, now that Nora had to deal with fewer pack members. Going into town was forbidden on these nights, their control was too tenuous and remaining close to each other helped their minds stay clear. She was in the backyard of the Den now, standing on a large tree trunk and waiting for the rest of the betas to gather. It was early evening at this point, with a cool breeze running through the trees. The trees had not yet begun to turn, but the scent of autumn was in the air.
Her eyes had changed a half hour ago, heeding the siren call of the moon. They glowed golden in the dimming light. Anticipation hummed like a song through the pack. Full moons were no longer death sentences, but they were dangerous. Nora took them deeper into the woods each month, trying to avoid being easy targets. She had to stay in control, keep her pack alive, fix the mess Marcel had made of her pack, her family. Claws inched from her fingertips and she forced deep breaths into her lungs, holding tight to her control.
It was nearly time.
(I forgot to say that he have a crow skull necklace that is literally made out of a skull of a newborn crow. I added it to the very back of appearance. Sorry owo;;)
The beta sat there, laying down as his head leans on a rock as he stares up into the slightly purpleish, blue with a tint of pink colored sky. The scenery was absolutely breathtaking, yet the breezing wind was a bit unsettling for him.
Erios slowly opened his eyes, a dim silver slowly taking over his cyanish-whites'. The light reflected onto it made it seems like they're glowing, but he squirmed a bit under the weak sunlight directly shone onto his eyes. He sat up and groaned before ruffling his coconut-like hair, one eye closed and another open as he yawns. Some of his hair moved forward in sync with the cold wind, brushing past his back as it moves.
His inner wolf howls, growls and whimpers in all sorts of way. It kind of annoyed him, to be brutally honest. He tried to calm down as he stood up, hand grabbing on the crow skull-like necklace around his neck while he look back up again, thinking about his mother he loved dearly. With another deep breath, he opened his eyes once more.
The signature shining silver color of a beta's eyes fully covered his's. He's ready to move back whenever the sky turns dark.
(I forgot to say that he have a crow skull necklace that is literally made out of a skull of a newborn crow. I added it to the very back of appearance. Sorry owo;;)
The beta sat there, laying down as his head leans on a rock as he stares up into the slightly purpleish, blue with a tint of pink colored sky. The scenery was absolutely breathtaking, yet the breezing wind was a bit unsettling for him.
Erios slowly opened his eyes, a dim silver slowly taking over his cyanish-whites'. The light reflected onto it made it seems like they're glowing, but he squirmed a bit under the weak sunlight directly shone onto his eyes. He sat up and groaned before ruffling his coconut-like hair, one eye closed and another open as he yawns. Some of his hair moved forward in sync with the cold wind, brushing past his back as it moves.
His inner wolf howls, growls and whimpers in all sorts of way. It kind of annoyed him, to be brutally honest. He tried to calm down as he stood up, hand grabbing on the crow skull-like necklace around his neck while he look back up again, thinking about his mother he loved dearly. With another deep breath, he opened his eyes once more.
The signature shining silver color of a beta's eyes fully covered his's. He's ready to move back whenever the sky turns dark.
Zyn walked through the faintly illuminated forest, the cloudless sky and the full moon giving her enough light to see without the aid of a flashlight. It was the first time she had been in the forest for a full moon, always being busy other nights similar to this. It was nice to not have to wave a flashlight to see in the nighttime, although creepy at the same time. Her mother always told her the full moon brought out weirdos, and the statement was true from experience. With her luck, somebody's gonna mug or murder her tonight.
She hummed to the tune of 'Staying Alive' while walking through the thick brush, something small to entertain her mind while she tread deeper into the chilly pine and oak woods. Something seemed off to Zyn, the wildlife were unnaturally quiet. Kiryu hadn't even heard a bird chirp since she entered the forest. That quick realization made Zyn stop her humming to properly take check of her surroundings. No people were around, she would've felt eyes on her, or at least heard the crunch of underbrush under feet that weren't hers. So, she went onward into the woodlands, without a cheery tune in her mouth or her head.
Zyn walked through the faintly illuminated forest, the cloudless sky and the full moon giving her enough light to see without the aid of a flashlight. It was the first time she had been in the forest for a full moon, always being busy other nights similar to this. It was nice to not have to wave a flashlight to see in the nighttime, although creepy at the same time. Her mother always told her the full moon brought out weirdos, and the statement was true from experience. With her luck, somebody's gonna mug or murder her tonight.
She hummed to the tune of 'Staying Alive' while walking through the thick brush, something small to entertain her mind while she tread deeper into the chilly pine and oak woods. Something seemed off to Zyn, the wildlife were unnaturally quiet. Kiryu hadn't even heard a bird chirp since she entered the forest. That quick realization made Zyn stop her humming to properly take check of her surroundings. No people were around, she would've felt eyes on her, or at least heard the crunch of underbrush under feet that weren't hers. So, she went onward into the woodlands, without a cheery tune in her mouth or her head.
Dietrich A. Kraus | Town Bar | Pings;
The day started off slowly, a mix of humans and wolves dripping into the bar at a stagnant pace. Some nursed their regular, others simply come in for meetings of a more secret type. Either way, the bartender paid no attention to those types, preferring to keep his front teeth. He's not much of a looker, that is, unless you've got the hots for scruffy bushmen with relatively okay eyes. Nobody asked why he seems anxious today, restless in his position. Seeming to always be cleaning cups or polishing the dented junglewood countertop.The night was young, buisiness doing relatively better o. full moons. He'll be closing down early today, retiring to the outskirts of a nearby forest as to evade the suspicion of local authorities, not to mention not wanting to scare his elderly neighbors.
Fingernails scrape against shining wood, the blood in his veins running slightly darker in shade as the night progresses. His human customers are outnumbered three to one, there being exactly three wolves in the viscinity, including himself. His skin itched something terrible, it always does when he's an hour or five away from transformation. A thick scent lingers in the air, city smoke and the occasional common Pidgeon fluttering by. A radio buzzes to life every once in a while, the static-bound lull of Frank Sinatra permeating the silence within the building with old, nostalgic tunes. The walls are bare brick, barstools made of sturdy mahogany. Tables line the outer edges of the place, some situated by dusty or painted over windows. Kind of a shoddy decorated place, but good quality drinks are a fair trade.
"Closing up in thirty minutes, i've got a hike planned later tonight. vacate before i kick you, 'n' you can expect to be welcomed back warmly next week."
Dietrich A. Kraus | Town Bar | Pings;
The day started off slowly, a mix of humans and wolves dripping into the bar at a stagnant pace. Some nursed their regular, others simply come in for meetings of a more secret type. Either way, the bartender paid no attention to those types, preferring to keep his front teeth. He's not much of a looker, that is, unless you've got the hots for scruffy bushmen with relatively okay eyes. Nobody asked why he seems anxious today, restless in his position. Seeming to always be cleaning cups or polishing the dented junglewood countertop.The night was young, buisiness doing relatively better o. full moons. He'll be closing down early today, retiring to the outskirts of a nearby forest as to evade the suspicion of local authorities, not to mention not wanting to scare his elderly neighbors.
Fingernails scrape against shining wood, the blood in his veins running slightly darker in shade as the night progresses. His human customers are outnumbered three to one, there being exactly three wolves in the viscinity, including himself. His skin itched something terrible, it always does when he's an hour or five away from transformation. A thick scent lingers in the air, city smoke and the occasional common Pidgeon fluttering by. A radio buzzes to life every once in a while, the static-bound lull of Frank Sinatra permeating the silence within the building with old, nostalgic tunes. The walls are bare brick, barstools made of sturdy mahogany. Tables line the outer edges of the place, some situated by dusty or painted over windows. Kind of a shoddy decorated place, but good quality drinks are a fair trade.
"Closing up in thirty minutes, i've got a hike planned later tonight. vacate before i kick you, 'n' you can expect to be welcomed back warmly next week."
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IT/XE/HE - 20
WISH LIST
ART SHOP
"Somewhere deep inside me fester memories and dreams.."
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Camellia
Camellia dragged Oliver to the tree where Nora was, she and Oliver both didn't like the full moon, when nobody was really themselves.
She couldn't wait for autumn though, the way the leaves turned was so complimentary to her hair color. "Cmon Ollie, it'll be over soon enough," she reassured to her brother, "once it's done, we can go check out that cool rock formation that looks like a fist."
Oliver
Oliver gazed up at his already too wild sister, his face displaying a kind of disbelief, "Didn't that one have a lot of snakes?" He asked, keeping the topic off of how much he reeaaally disliked not having complete control over himself.
The autumn winds however, we're comforting, and it was true, once this was done, things would be better. At least, until the next full moon...
Camellia
Camellia dragged Oliver to the tree where Nora was, she and Oliver both didn't like the full moon, when nobody was really themselves.
She couldn't wait for autumn though, the way the leaves turned was so complimentary to her hair color. "Cmon Ollie, it'll be over soon enough," she reassured to her brother, "once it's done, we can go check out that cool rock formation that looks like a fist."
Oliver
Oliver gazed up at his already too wild sister, his face displaying a kind of disbelief, "Didn't that one have a lot of snakes?" He asked, keeping the topic off of how much he reeaaally disliked not having complete control over himself.
The autumn winds however, we're comforting, and it was true, once this was done, things would be better. At least, until the next full moon...
Im back
Ainsley
Ainsley liked the Den. He had spent the whole morning tiring himself out like a toddler, running around everywhere, trying to help out as he did, even though he'd actually created more problems. He'd started to change, and had at first hidden under his bed, not liking the initial pain caused by the transformation, but had crawled out into the backyard, looking out at Nora when he saw her, grinning. He jumped over to Oliver, Camellia, and Erios too.
"Hey! Hey, there!" he greeted, still himself, even if almost in wolf form. He liked his pack mates, regardless of how they felt about him. "Want to see what I did today?" he asked cheerily. Before anyone got the chance to answer, he held up a pink shirt that he'd scrunched up. "It used to be white! I made it prettier," he declared proudly, clearly not seeing the problem with the discoloured laundry. Luckily, it was his shirt, though who knows who else's laundry was now rose-coloured.
He bounced around happily, hyped up for transforming. He enjoyed turning, even if it was strange, yapping and howling, and generally being a bit insane in his active and excitable way that he had, bouncing on his feet. "So what are you guys going to do?" he asked, hoping there was something exciting planned, even though it seemed he'd explode if he was given more good news. (Why was turning even good?) "Oh, oh, Nora, Nora, we should play games!" He just wanted to run, and burn off some energy.
Ainsley
Ainsley liked the Den. He had spent the whole morning tiring himself out like a toddler, running around everywhere, trying to help out as he did, even though he'd actually created more problems. He'd started to change, and had at first hidden under his bed, not liking the initial pain caused by the transformation, but had crawled out into the backyard, looking out at Nora when he saw her, grinning. He jumped over to Oliver, Camellia, and Erios too.
"Hey! Hey, there!" he greeted, still himself, even if almost in wolf form. He liked his pack mates, regardless of how they felt about him. "Want to see what I did today?" he asked cheerily. Before anyone got the chance to answer, he held up a pink shirt that he'd scrunched up. "It used to be white! I made it prettier," he declared proudly, clearly not seeing the problem with the discoloured laundry. Luckily, it was his shirt, though who knows who else's laundry was now rose-coloured.
He bounced around happily, hyped up for transforming. He enjoyed turning, even if it was strange, yapping and howling, and generally being a bit insane in his active and excitable way that he had, bouncing on his feet. "So what are you guys going to do?" he asked, hoping there was something exciting planned, even though it seemed he'd explode if he was given more good news. (Why was turning even good?) "Oh, oh, Nora, Nora, we should play games!" He just wanted to run, and burn off some energy.
A glance down revealed that most of Nora's pack had found their way to her feet. Ainsley in particular seemed to be in good spirits, not that that was unusual. She simply smiled wanly at him and decided it was high time they make their journey. The loose dress she was wearing- adorned with yellow and blue flowers- was easy to slip out of and she was wearing her fur before the fabric hit the ground.
Her wolf was a beautiful thing, in her eyes at least. Proud and strong, her muscles moved smoothly beneath caramel colored fur, and black crept over her ears and tail. The clear, golden eyes of an alpha stared out confidently from her perch on the trunk. She waited a few moments before leaping off, racing through the trees without looking back. Her instincts were confident the pack would follow her, falling in line with the alpha. Even the moon couldn't come between a bond like that, particularly when the alpha was actually competent.
She'd scoped out a nice area the week previous, a clearing with a beautifully clear lake that would reflect the moon. It was a good few miles away, but even that distance would be eaten up quickly by their lunar strength. The pack was safe together, she was assured, but any foreign smell might send the four of them in a dangerous direction. She didn't know how loose their claws were.
It was by chance, then, that the wind blew it her direction. Human, female, close. A growl tore its way out of her throat, part beastly instinct and part human frustration. The people were supposed to stay out of the forest, it was hers. And tonight, of all nights, it might just get whoever it was killed. She angled away from it with difficulty, her alpha instincts screamed at her to chase it and defend her territory, twitching her ears back toward her pack. Perhaps the wind changed directions fast enough that none of them would smell it.
A glance down revealed that most of Nora's pack had found their way to her feet. Ainsley in particular seemed to be in good spirits, not that that was unusual. She simply smiled wanly at him and decided it was high time they make their journey. The loose dress she was wearing- adorned with yellow and blue flowers- was easy to slip out of and she was wearing her fur before the fabric hit the ground.
Her wolf was a beautiful thing, in her eyes at least. Proud and strong, her muscles moved smoothly beneath caramel colored fur, and black crept over her ears and tail. The clear, golden eyes of an alpha stared out confidently from her perch on the trunk. She waited a few moments before leaping off, racing through the trees without looking back. Her instincts were confident the pack would follow her, falling in line with the alpha. Even the moon couldn't come between a bond like that, particularly when the alpha was actually competent.
She'd scoped out a nice area the week previous, a clearing with a beautifully clear lake that would reflect the moon. It was a good few miles away, but even that distance would be eaten up quickly by their lunar strength. The pack was safe together, she was assured, but any foreign smell might send the four of them in a dangerous direction. She didn't know how loose their claws were.
It was by chance, then, that the wind blew it her direction. Human, female, close. A growl tore its way out of her throat, part beastly instinct and part human frustration. The people were supposed to stay out of the forest, it was hers. And tonight, of all nights, it might just get whoever it was killed. She angled away from it with difficulty, her alpha instincts screamed at her to chase it and defend her territory, twitching her ears back toward her pack. Perhaps the wind changed directions fast enough that none of them would smell it.
Dietrich A. Kraus | Somewhere in the Forest | Pings;
Dietrich ended up packing early, ushering well-knowing patrons out the door. The lone human seems a bit miffed at the sudden closure, however knew better than to argue with an anxious Aussie. Tables were wiped down, chairs tucked under neatly. Grabbing an empty canvas bag, he set off to his usual shifting grounds, the process having set in earlier in the day. His teeth ached with a sort of sore tingle behind the molars and canines, vision swimming between color and a lack of said color. He finally gave in, scratching at the back of his neck. His fingernails are short with smooth edges, at least, when he's not shifting. His nail-beds are being slowly pushed up, fingernails long shed in exchange for neatly trimmed claws. Shrugging on a coat, he headed out on foot. His bar is closer to the forests edge than others, made for bad trickle in business, but better for his situation and other wolves in the area. Locking the door behind him, he slipped his keyring, suspended on a thick chain, around his neck. The metal is bronze in color, most likely made of copper instead of actual bronze.
It would still be hours until he resembled anything wolfish, that is, if he had anything to do with it. He's had to repress his nature during childhood due to fear of being outed as a lycanthrope, which meant certain death in the outback if you're a werewolf on a full moon. Hunters were common there, loved finding a big catch. He shook that thought off his mind, trudging through dense foliage and soil that seemed insistent about sticking to his boots. He didn't remember any wolf or man in the area last he shifted, just about a month or so ago. He preferred to not shift, preferred to avoid pack dynamics and recruiters. He may not have much of a life out in the world, but he sure as hell doesn't want to mingle in anything he's not obligated by altered genetics or instinct to do. The faint smell of wolves weave through the area, making the Aussie move more carfully, crouching while waiting for the trail to fade.
"Ach, shud 'av known. damn."
He seems to be mumbling more to himself than actually addressing anyone. If he's lucky, he'll not run into anyone like him tonight. If not that lucky, he'll just end up skirting through territories in search of a muddled scent to lose himself, and then any suitors, in. His voice is gruff, crackled. His breath smells of mint and the usual gross reek. It's not like everyone's mouth smells like daisies and lupine, reality is stifling, my friend. He steps over twigs and other forest debris, allowing wood to snap and crackle underfoot as he walked at his own pace. Better there late than not at all, mate.
Dietrich A. Kraus | Somewhere in the Forest | Pings;
Dietrich ended up packing early, ushering well-knowing patrons out the door. The lone human seems a bit miffed at the sudden closure, however knew better than to argue with an anxious Aussie. Tables were wiped down, chairs tucked under neatly. Grabbing an empty canvas bag, he set off to his usual shifting grounds, the process having set in earlier in the day. His teeth ached with a sort of sore tingle behind the molars and canines, vision swimming between color and a lack of said color. He finally gave in, scratching at the back of his neck. His fingernails are short with smooth edges, at least, when he's not shifting. His nail-beds are being slowly pushed up, fingernails long shed in exchange for neatly trimmed claws. Shrugging on a coat, he headed out on foot. His bar is closer to the forests edge than others, made for bad trickle in business, but better for his situation and other wolves in the area. Locking the door behind him, he slipped his keyring, suspended on a thick chain, around his neck. The metal is bronze in color, most likely made of copper instead of actual bronze.
It would still be hours until he resembled anything wolfish, that is, if he had anything to do with it. He's had to repress his nature during childhood due to fear of being outed as a lycanthrope, which meant certain death in the outback if you're a werewolf on a full moon. Hunters were common there, loved finding a big catch. He shook that thought off his mind, trudging through dense foliage and soil that seemed insistent about sticking to his boots. He didn't remember any wolf or man in the area last he shifted, just about a month or so ago. He preferred to not shift, preferred to avoid pack dynamics and recruiters. He may not have much of a life out in the world, but he sure as hell doesn't want to mingle in anything he's not obligated by altered genetics or instinct to do. The faint smell of wolves weave through the area, making the Aussie move more carfully, crouching while waiting for the trail to fade.
"Ach, shud 'av known. damn."
He seems to be mumbling more to himself than actually addressing anyone. If he's lucky, he'll not run into anyone like him tonight. If not that lucky, he'll just end up skirting through territories in search of a muddled scent to lose himself, and then any suitors, in. His voice is gruff, crackled. His breath smells of mint and the usual gross reek. It's not like everyone's mouth smells like daisies and lupine, reality is stifling, my friend. He steps over twigs and other forest debris, allowing wood to snap and crackle underfoot as he walked at his own pace. Better there late than not at all, mate.
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IT/XE/HE - 20
WISH LIST
ART SHOP
"Somewhere deep inside me fester memories and dreams.."
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(I swear I'm literate guys.)
As she heard the threatening growl, Zyn's first instinct told her to jump back, which she did. Upon doing so, she caught her left foot on a knotted root, and promptly fell backwards instead of landing on both feet like a coordinated human being. The sound made from Kiryu's body crashing down onto the thick foliage was loud enough to make Zyn wince. She immediately knew she was screwed. That sound was loud enough to attract the rest of the wolves in the pack, and they would most likely eat her as a nice and tasty snack. "F*ck." The short hiker managed to spit as she got to both feet.
(I swear I'm literate guys.)
As she heard the threatening growl, Zyn's first instinct told her to jump back, which she did. Upon doing so, she caught her left foot on a knotted root, and promptly fell backwards instead of landing on both feet like a coordinated human being. The sound made from Kiryu's body crashing down onto the thick foliage was loud enough to make Zyn wince. She immediately knew she was screwed. That sound was loud enough to attract the rest of the wolves in the pack, and they would most likely eat her as a nice and tasty snack. "F*ck." The short hiker managed to spit as she got to both feet.
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Gramarye
Oliver
"Miss Nora, everything alright?" Oliver asked, his eyes a bright green, and dark fur creeping across his small, but strong body. Being young, he and his sister had slightly delayed transformations. Oliver glanced to Camellia, who was scratching her now fur covered neck and looking at Ainsley's shirt as though it were the greatest lemon tart in all creation.
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meely
Camellia
Camellia rushed to Ainsley with her jaw dropped and started admiring the pink shirt, "That's amazing! How did you get it to turn this color!?" She asked, absolutely ready to turn all her white shirts into pink mania.
Camellia loved turning, she just wished her brother wouldn't whine whenever it was time. Turning meant freedom! Freedom meant running all over the place and hangin out with the pack! They got to go 'aruu'! HOW WAS GOING 'ARUU' NOT SATISFYING!?!?
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Gramarye
Oliver
"Miss Nora, everything alright?" Oliver asked, his eyes a bright green, and dark fur creeping across his small, but strong body. Being young, he and his sister had slightly delayed transformations. Oliver glanced to Camellia, who was scratching her now fur covered neck and looking at Ainsley's shirt as though it were the greatest lemon tart in all creation.
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meely
Camellia
Camellia rushed to Ainsley with her jaw dropped and started admiring the pink shirt, "That's amazing! How did you get it to turn this color!?" She asked, absolutely ready to turn all her white shirts into pink mania.
Camellia loved turning, she just wished her brother wouldn't whine whenever it was time. Turning meant freedom! Freedom meant running all over the place and hangin out with the pack! They got to go 'aruu'! HOW WAS GOING 'ARUU' NOT SATISFYING!?!?
Im back
