(Istg my brain is not working so you'll have to deal with my crappy reply ;w;)
Erios slowly approaches the small group, or more specifically, toward Ainsley. He stares at the other male as he pulled a pink shirt out. He mentally facepalmed as he tries to tell that it was a discoloured laundry until a thought went through his brain.
Wait, what if his laundry was in the same bas- Nononono, not in a million years till he die, no.
He opens his mouth, trying to ask if his laundry were in the same one with the discoloured one. But was interrupted by the alpha, who quickly changed and ran away after jumping off. Upon seeing that, he quickly did so, too.
A dark brown fur quickly covered him, with some lighter coloured brown around his neck and body. His darker coloured ears twitched as he ruffle his neck, shaking his clothing off that covered his head. As the clothing falls off, his bright soul-like silver eyes were revealed, seemingly glowing due to the moonlight.
Without waiting, he quickly chased after the alpha, who is probably a bit far by now.
(Istg my brain is not working so you'll have to deal with my crappy reply ;w;)
Erios slowly approaches the small group, or more specifically, toward Ainsley. He stares at the other male as he pulled a pink shirt out. He mentally facepalmed as he tries to tell that it was a discoloured laundry until a thought went through his brain.
Wait, what if his laundry was in the same bas- Nononono, not in a million years till he die, no.
He opens his mouth, trying to ask if his laundry were in the same one with the discoloured one. But was interrupted by the alpha, who quickly changed and ran away after jumping off. Upon seeing that, he quickly did so, too.
A dark brown fur quickly covered him, with some lighter coloured brown around his neck and body. His darker coloured ears twitched as he ruffle his neck, shaking his clothing off that covered his head. As the clothing falls off, his bright soul-like silver eyes were revealed, seemingly glowing due to the moonlight.
Without waiting, he quickly chased after the alpha, who is probably a bit far by now.
Ainsley
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Shiraki ))
"I don't even know! But everything was pink!" he responded to Camellia. He had no idea that putting a red shirt in with all the white clothing would turn it pink. He was grinning with pride, seeing no problem whatsoever. He would've happily talked all night, but Nora was turning, and Ainsley didn't want to lose track of her. Losing Nora led inevitably to him getting lost, so he liked to stick to her like glue. He dropped the shirt where it was and turned quickly.
Ainsley liked being a wolf, even if it could be overwhelming with all the different senses. He ran as fast as he could after Nora, which was certainly faster than if he was a human, but no less clumsy. Half the time, Ainsley was staring at the ground in front of him; looking straight ahead often resulted in his stumbling out of bad coordination, but he knew if he looked down, he wouldn't trip.
When Nora caught the scent, so did Ainsley. He didn't mind strangers. On the contrary, he enjoyed them, bothering them to tell stories of their lives. But Nora didn't seem happy, barking threateningly. Ainsley's ears pressed against his face, though he made no attempt to divert from the group. Nora would know what to do, he decided. Nora always knew what to do.
Ainsley
((@
Shiraki ))
"I don't even know! But everything was pink!" he responded to Camellia. He had no idea that putting a red shirt in with all the white clothing would turn it pink. He was grinning with pride, seeing no problem whatsoever. He would've happily talked all night, but Nora was turning, and Ainsley didn't want to lose track of her. Losing Nora led inevitably to him getting lost, so he liked to stick to her like glue. He dropped the shirt where it was and turned quickly.
Ainsley liked being a wolf, even if it could be overwhelming with all the different senses. He ran as fast as he could after Nora, which was certainly faster than if he was a human, but no less clumsy. Half the time, Ainsley was staring at the ground in front of him; looking straight ahead often resulted in his stumbling out of bad coordination, but he knew if he looked down, he wouldn't trip.
When Nora caught the scent, so did Ainsley. He didn't mind strangers. On the contrary, he enjoyed them, bothering them to tell stories of their lives. But Nora didn't seem happy, barking threateningly. Ainsley's ears pressed against his face, though he made no attempt to divert from the group. Nora would know what to do, he decided. Nora always knew what to do.
Nora
Even if any of the pack diverted from the path, she decided to continue her path. Slowing so that she was closer to them, she felt the instinctual pride and affection swell up in her. Control was easier with closeness. She snapped playfully at the wolves next to her, which happened to be Ainsley and Camellia. The woods were alive with sights, smells, and sounds. Her powerful senses seemed to catch everything, from the panting of her packmates to the swaying of the trees, to the scent of intruder stark on her nose.
Her more human side reasoned that these weren't really her woods, she didn't have any legal claim to them. The wolfish instincts with more power responded with a guttural growl, they were her woods in every way that mattered, hers and the pack's.
She stopped in the woods, circling around to wait for the rest of them with a gleeful bark. Role call time, she decided, keeping track of her wolves was crucial on the full moon.
Nora
Even if any of the pack diverted from the path, she decided to continue her path. Slowing so that she was closer to them, she felt the instinctual pride and affection swell up in her. Control was easier with closeness. She snapped playfully at the wolves next to her, which happened to be Ainsley and Camellia. The woods were alive with sights, smells, and sounds. Her powerful senses seemed to catch everything, from the panting of her packmates to the swaying of the trees, to the scent of intruder stark on her nose.
Her more human side reasoned that these weren't really her woods, she didn't have any legal claim to them. The wolfish instincts with more power responded with a guttural growl, they were her woods in every way that mattered, hers and the pack's.
She stopped in the woods, circling around to wait for the rest of them with a gleeful bark. Role call time, she decided, keeping track of her wolves was crucial on the full moon.
After some running, Erios finally kept up with the group. You could say he got a little distracted as he went for the long way instead, hence the lateness. But hey, as long as he arrived. Let's not question how he suddenly went from the den to a bushy area, then to the pond and finally came out to the woods.
Hey, here's why being a wolf is very beneficial- you can smell the air and then locate your pack members easily...unless the wind decides to be a jerk or the area you're in is being a jerk to you. Either way you're still going to find your members sooner or later with insane tracking ability. That's what Erios thinks anyway, and he always believed in that.
As soon as Nora barked, he sat down like a puppy as he barked back. He glanced at Ainsley before closing the distance between the group and him, heading and
standing near to the alpha as he wags his tail joyfully. The wind blew again shortly after, the scent of a human was more heavier than it was before, and it didn't go unnoticed by the beta. He assumed that Nora and the other two might've known it already, so he just sat there as he waits for the other wolves with the three.
After some running, Erios finally kept up with the group. You could say he got a little distracted as he went for the long way instead, hence the lateness. But hey, as long as he arrived. Let's not question how he suddenly went from the den to a bushy area, then to the pond and finally came out to the woods.
Hey, here's why being a wolf is very beneficial- you can smell the air and then locate your pack members easily...unless the wind decides to be a jerk or the area you're in is being a jerk to you. Either way you're still going to find your members sooner or later with insane tracking ability. That's what Erios thinks anyway, and he always believed in that.
As soon as Nora barked, he sat down like a puppy as he barked back. He glanced at Ainsley before closing the distance between the group and him, heading and
standing near to the alpha as he wags his tail joyfully. The wind blew again shortly after, the scent of a human was more heavier than it was before, and it didn't go unnoticed by the beta. He assumed that Nora and the other two might've known it already, so he just sat there as he waits for the other wolves with the three.
Drago & Leandra Hearst - (Wandering) - Open for Interaction
Drago trotted beside his sister, the collar clipped around his neck with a leash attached. Lea held the leash tightly in her grasp barely taking time to readjust when it had accidentally wrapped around her wrist. The large black wolf glanced at her occasionally, worry evident in his eyes but unseen to humans.
"You sure this is wise? I mean what if someone calls the police claiming there is a girl running around with a massive wolf?" She whispered knowing full well he heard her. He simply twitched his ear. Its not like it was his choice, blame the moon's pull.
The pair stopped close to the woods taking the time to cool off after their jog. Drago sniffed at the air, the scent of the residing pack just barely brushing into his lungs. He just prayed they wouldn't notice him early.
Drago & Leandra Hearst - (Wandering) - Open for Interaction
Drago trotted beside his sister, the collar clipped around his neck with a leash attached. Lea held the leash tightly in her grasp barely taking time to readjust when it had accidentally wrapped around her wrist. The large black wolf glanced at her occasionally, worry evident in his eyes but unseen to humans.
"You sure this is wise? I mean what if someone calls the police claiming there is a girl running around with a massive wolf?" She whispered knowing full well he heard her. He simply twitched his ear. Its not like it was his choice, blame the moon's pull.
The pair stopped close to the woods taking the time to cool off after their jog. Drago sniffed at the air, the scent of the residing pack just barely brushing into his lungs. He just prayed they wouldn't notice him early.
Dietrich A. Kraus | Town Bar | Pings;
Fur slowly crept over his skin, the coloration a ruddy, red-tinted black. Grey patches would develop over his ears and spine as he progressed in transformation. His fur appeared to be wiry and thick, an undercoat keeping him warm as the air chilled. He's only barely in wold form right now. He absolutely hates transformation. He prefers to have direct control over what is body does, prefers human society over wolf. He considers full moons a major inconvenience to business, transformations bringing searing pain to basically, his whole body, as it deconstructed itself only to go through an unnecessary metamorphosis that his very nerves detested. Course that's because he's been packless his whole life, but it's still a nuisance. Don't expect him to jump at the chance to join anything.
The scent of a nearby pack caused his hair to stand on end, goosebumps raising as if he were chilled. He looked practically monstrous half-transformed, and it would take another twenty minutes before he looked anatomically closer to that of a wolf than that of a man. The scent felt unwelcome to him, hints of a mob-mentality belonging to any pack was bad, at least to him. They've probably already caught his scent, he'd hope his scent wasn't interesting. Most wolves, due to their proximity to their pack, smell alike to eachother. He smells of city smoke, of liqueur and cigarettes. Of mint and lemongrass. His scent was unique to his own person, having spent more time in the bar than the forest combined.
"Oh good god, 'place is already occupied and i'm right smack in the center of this bull."
Dietrich A. Kraus | Town Bar | Pings;
Fur slowly crept over his skin, the coloration a ruddy, red-tinted black. Grey patches would develop over his ears and spine as he progressed in transformation. His fur appeared to be wiry and thick, an undercoat keeping him warm as the air chilled. He's only barely in wold form right now. He absolutely hates transformation. He prefers to have direct control over what is body does, prefers human society over wolf. He considers full moons a major inconvenience to business, transformations bringing searing pain to basically, his whole body, as it deconstructed itself only to go through an unnecessary metamorphosis that his very nerves detested. Course that's because he's been packless his whole life, but it's still a nuisance. Don't expect him to jump at the chance to join anything.
The scent of a nearby pack caused his hair to stand on end, goosebumps raising as if he were chilled. He looked practically monstrous half-transformed, and it would take another twenty minutes before he looked anatomically closer to that of a wolf than that of a man. The scent felt unwelcome to him, hints of a mob-mentality belonging to any pack was bad, at least to him. They've probably already caught his scent, he'd hope his scent wasn't interesting. Most wolves, due to their proximity to their pack, smell alike to eachother. He smells of city smoke, of liqueur and cigarettes. Of mint and lemongrass. His scent was unique to his own person, having spent more time in the bar than the forest combined.
"Oh good god, 'place is already occupied and i'm right smack in the center of this bull."
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IT/XE/HE - 20
WISH LIST
ART SHOP
"Somewhere deep inside me fester memories and dreams.."
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Ainsley
Ainsley stayed cautious, ears flat, ears darting around. He could smell more people, now. Another human. Two other wolves. Unfamiliar wolves. Wolves he knew weren't welcome. He stayed a bit closer to Nora, stopping as she did and lying down with a whimper, his chin on the ground as silver eyes swivelled around the area around the lake. He could see the two siblings, and Nora, and Erios. He knew them, and trusted them, like he did most people, but he couldn't stop pathetic-sounding howls escaping his throat, like he was warning his packmates about the collection of strangers in the vicinity.
They could be hunters. Hunters. They're hunters, he thought in terror, causing him to start nervously pushing the dirt with his paws, almost like he was digging. The strangers had dulled his mood. He glanced at Nora, asking her silently what to do about all the people trotting over their territory.
Ainsley
Ainsley stayed cautious, ears flat, ears darting around. He could smell more people, now. Another human. Two other wolves. Unfamiliar wolves. Wolves he knew weren't welcome. He stayed a bit closer to Nora, stopping as she did and lying down with a whimper, his chin on the ground as silver eyes swivelled around the area around the lake. He could see the two siblings, and Nora, and Erios. He knew them, and trusted them, like he did most people, but he couldn't stop pathetic-sounding howls escaping his throat, like he was warning his packmates about the collection of strangers in the vicinity.
They could be hunters. Hunters. They're hunters, he thought in terror, causing him to start nervously pushing the dirt with his paws, almost like he was digging. The strangers had dulled his mood. He glanced at Nora, asking her silently what to do about all the people trotting over their territory.
Oliver
Oliver had gone full wolf, dark grey fur lined all of him, and the baggy clothes he wore had been shaken off by him, at the desire of a wolf.
It was always a strange feeling, that a part of him would scream of how much it wanted to be free to feel wind in his fur, and for the soft grass under his paws. Whereas the other side of didn't want it, and wanted to hide under a rock until the full moon had passed.
Oliver yipped at Camellia, who was already in her wolf form, to go follow Nora.
Camellia
Camellia was running around, and bounding playfully about, when she was abruptly snapped at by Oliver, who did NOT tell Camellia what to do. She sat down and began pawing at his face, her way of telling him to just let the fur fly free and be a little wild for once.
She really hoped that doing so would take his mind off of stupid things, like their 'brother' and whatever it was humans did.
She got up and wagged her tail, and then proceeded to tilt her ear to Nora, eager to see what was happening next.
Oliver
Oliver had gone full wolf, dark grey fur lined all of him, and the baggy clothes he wore had been shaken off by him, at the desire of a wolf.
It was always a strange feeling, that a part of him would scream of how much it wanted to be free to feel wind in his fur, and for the soft grass under his paws. Whereas the other side of didn't want it, and wanted to hide under a rock until the full moon had passed.
Oliver yipped at Camellia, who was already in her wolf form, to go follow Nora.
Camellia
Camellia was running around, and bounding playfully about, when she was abruptly snapped at by Oliver, who did NOT tell Camellia what to do. She sat down and began pawing at his face, her way of telling him to just let the fur fly free and be a little wild for once.
She really hoped that doing so would take his mind off of stupid things, like their 'brother' and whatever it was humans did.
She got up and wagged her tail, and then proceeded to tilt her ear to Nora, eager to see what was happening next.
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Nora
There was a deep, primal satisfaction at being surrounded by such familiar wolves. So deep that it almost covered up the savage itch that came with the unfamiliar intruders. They were making her pack nervous, her instincts screamed, threats had to be eliminated. Not even the press of fur around her could be enough to dissuade her from that, as her mind magnified minor scents into nightmares. Marcel's enemies finally come back to finish the job, destroying the Alarie pack.
The wind changed directions and blew the scents of the intruders straight into her face. She snarled. Wolves. Not hers, not safe, here to sow chaos. They didn't listen to her authority, and that was unacceptable. She had to chase them away, for the health of the pack, or so her wolf told her.
Her stance changed, ears pricked back. Her posture clearly said hunt. A sound gurgled in her throat, half growl half bark to rile her pack. There's a chase to be had, intruders to be confronted.
Nora
There was a deep, primal satisfaction at being surrounded by such familiar wolves. So deep that it almost covered up the savage itch that came with the unfamiliar intruders. They were making her pack nervous, her instincts screamed, threats had to be eliminated. Not even the press of fur around her could be enough to dissuade her from that, as her mind magnified minor scents into nightmares. Marcel's enemies finally come back to finish the job, destroying the Alarie pack.
The wind changed directions and blew the scents of the intruders straight into her face. She snarled. Wolves. Not hers, not safe, here to sow chaos. They didn't listen to her authority, and that was unacceptable. She had to chase them away, for the health of the pack, or so her wolf told her.
Her stance changed, ears pricked back. Her posture clearly said hunt. A sound gurgled in her throat, half growl half bark to rile her pack. There's a chase to be had, intruders to be confronted.
Drago pressed his weight against his sister's leg, sensing a change in the air. They needed to get moving. "Hey don't do that." Lea swatted at his shoulder only earning a soft warning growl. The wolf snatched her hand in his jaws careful not to bite hard while tugging her away from the woods, starting their jog again.
His hackles rose, but he didn't make an actions a dog wouldn't. He knew the risks. His priority was the safety of his sister and he had to get her home before the residing pack found him.
Drago pressed his weight against his sister's leg, sensing a change in the air. They needed to get moving. "Hey don't do that." Lea swatted at his shoulder only earning a soft warning growl. The wolf snatched her hand in his jaws careful not to bite hard while tugging her away from the woods, starting their jog again.
His hackles rose, but he didn't make an actions a dog wouldn't. He knew the risks. His priority was the safety of his sister and he had to get her home before the residing pack found him.