At the sound of a snarl, Kraus whipped his entire twisted form around. teeth cruve awkwardly outward from thick gums, returning a malicious snarl back at the Intruder. He had been cleared by the pack, Dietrich has, but this newcomer smelled nothing of the sort. He did not rear up to his hind legs quite yet, mane bristling with anticipation and if one could pay close enough attention to the way his ears flickered, the slightest scent of fear, though momentarily. He was far larger than the wolf threatening him, though he has his botched transformation to thank.
The moon slunk overhead like a wounded animal, pale, bright and slow. He was unsure if he could fight back, all too gangly and thin. He may be massive, but most of it is his fur. The illusion is further backed up by him having a squarer head, chest, and hips. Enough fur in the way to survive a bite to the neck if he was quick about it. Gargoyle-esque teeth click and snap together, one side of his muzzle spasming more than the other. He was not fond of this stranger.
Couldn't the interloper smell the nearby pack, o at least smell the lingering scent the alpha left on the fur of his neck after being accepted temporarily? If he could, it was probable that the wolf before him was cocky, or an alpha looking to overthrow the current top rooster. Either way, it was hard to get a read on his eye type from where Dietrich stood.
Dietrich's own are mostly green, a stagnant bronze discoloration in the center of his iris giving away his packless state, surely not alpha material. Not until the role is passed, and probably not to him. He's fine with that.
At the sound of a snarl, Kraus whipped his entire twisted form around. teeth cruve awkwardly outward from thick gums, returning a malicious snarl back at the Intruder. He had been cleared by the pack, Dietrich has, but this newcomer smelled nothing of the sort. He did not rear up to his hind legs quite yet, mane bristling with anticipation and if one could pay close enough attention to the way his ears flickered, the slightest scent of fear, though momentarily. He was far larger than the wolf threatening him, though he has his botched transformation to thank.
The moon slunk overhead like a wounded animal, pale, bright and slow. He was unsure if he could fight back, all too gangly and thin. He may be massive, but most of it is his fur. The illusion is further backed up by him having a squarer head, chest, and hips. Enough fur in the way to survive a bite to the neck if he was quick about it. Gargoyle-esque teeth click and snap together, one side of his muzzle spasming more than the other. He was not fond of this stranger.
Couldn't the interloper smell the nearby pack, o at least smell the lingering scent the alpha left on the fur of his neck after being accepted temporarily? If he could, it was probable that the wolf before him was cocky, or an alpha looking to overthrow the current top rooster. Either way, it was hard to get a read on his eye type from where Dietrich stood.
Dietrich's own are mostly green, a stagnant bronze discoloration in the center of his iris giving away his packless state, surely not alpha material. Not until the role is passed, and probably not to him. He's fine with that.
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IT/XE/HE - 20
WISH LIST
ART SHOP
"Somewhere deep inside me fester memories and dreams.."
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Drago & Leandra Hearst - Interacting with the pack
Drago's eyes found Ainsley growling amusing and sneered, revealing his sharp teeth.
Problem? He nudged his sister forward after slipping behind her, his nose occasionally poking the back of her leg making her jump and take several steps forward to avoid that sensation again. Leandra had the collar hanging out of her pocket and quickly tucked it farther out of sight. She looked at Ainsley with sympathy, she didn't know why the wolf was so uncomfortable but she assumed it was the collar.
Drago had mentioned at one point that the idea of wearing a collar was comical and disgraceful in many ways, still he opted to wear it for the safety it ensured during full moons. Humans weren't exactly a fan of large predators wandering the streets and the proof was plain as day. She smiled slightly hoping to seem friendly.
Drago & Leandra Hearst - Interacting with the pack
Drago's eyes found Ainsley growling amusing and sneered, revealing his sharp teeth.
Problem? He nudged his sister forward after slipping behind her, his nose occasionally poking the back of her leg making her jump and take several steps forward to avoid that sensation again. Leandra had the collar hanging out of her pocket and quickly tucked it farther out of sight. She looked at Ainsley with sympathy, she didn't know why the wolf was so uncomfortable but she assumed it was the collar.
Drago had mentioned at one point that the idea of wearing a collar was comical and disgraceful in many ways, still he opted to wear it for the safety it ensured during full moons. Humans weren't exactly a fan of large predators wandering the streets and the proof was plain as day. She smiled slightly hoping to seem friendly.
The awkward bushman seems to have calmed down a little, however not by much. Stagnant greenish-bronze eyes watch the interloper with terrible caution, his back never once bore to the wolf. He showed a clear distrust of this stranger, borderline on loathing. He wanted so much to rip his throat out, however refrained. It was not his ace to do so, his instincts fortold, but the choice of the pack. Dark fur stayed mottled with gray, bristling and tense. clawed somethings clutched at the soft earth underfoot, something closer to a hand than a paw, but never mistakable for the former by a long shot. These pauses are punctuated by a look that reeked of /im not here to fight with children, but here i am/.
His mouth felt dry, tongue sandpaper against the roof of his Pallet. His snarling and growling is cut out by the occasional crack or warble in pitch, stopping to wet his throat at least once.
He returned the low growl given, the sound reverberating through his chest and throat. It was a viciously quiet sound, as if it were the gentle whispers of wind before the terror of a hurricane. His tail, sleek, long and thick-furred, was mirroring the position of the other. His ears point straight forward, portraying confidence in his ability. This is far from his first rodeo. When you're lone, you figure out self-defense quick. He jerked his head roughly towards the woodland before moving further into the foliage, not waiting for the wolf who seemed to not be there for him. In a wordless command, he could only portray one word, one singular concept.
'follow.'
The awkward bushman seems to have calmed down a little, however not by much. Stagnant greenish-bronze eyes watch the interloper with terrible caution, his back never once bore to the wolf. He showed a clear distrust of this stranger, borderline on loathing. He wanted so much to rip his throat out, however refrained. It was not his ace to do so, his instincts fortold, but the choice of the pack. Dark fur stayed mottled with gray, bristling and tense. clawed somethings clutched at the soft earth underfoot, something closer to a hand than a paw, but never mistakable for the former by a long shot. These pauses are punctuated by a look that reeked of /im not here to fight with children, but here i am/.
His mouth felt dry, tongue sandpaper against the roof of his Pallet. His snarling and growling is cut out by the occasional crack or warble in pitch, stopping to wet his throat at least once.
He returned the low growl given, the sound reverberating through his chest and throat. It was a viciously quiet sound, as if it were the gentle whispers of wind before the terror of a hurricane. His tail, sleek, long and thick-furred, was mirroring the position of the other. His ears point straight forward, portraying confidence in his ability. This is far from his first rodeo. When you're lone, you figure out self-defense quick. He jerked his head roughly towards the woodland before moving further into the foliage, not waiting for the wolf who seemed to not be there for him. In a wordless command, he could only portray one word, one singular concept.
'follow.'
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IT/XE/HE - 20
WISH LIST
ART SHOP
"Somewhere deep inside me fester memories and dreams.."
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[u][b]Erios[/b][/u]
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The beta followed the pack. The growling of his packmate isn't unusual for him, in this situation anyway. He snaps his head at the domestic wolf instantly when he heard something from him, giving him a bark of annoyance. [b][i]How about you shut up and follow us? Remember--you're with a pack of wild wolves, not weak pups.[/i][/b] He warned, inching closer to Ainsley as he huffs while trying to calm down the other beta. An idiot or whatever, Ainsley is still a precious friend to him.
In the corner of his eyes, he saw the human girl smile. He simply ignored it as he doesn't think much of humans. Humans to him, are all dangerous. They destroy everything they don't know, and even if they do, they still destroy them for no reason. He never felt safe around a human, by never he means [i]never.[/i]
Erios
The beta followed the pack. The growling of his packmate isn't unusual for him, in this situation anyway. He snaps his head at the domestic wolf instantly when he heard something from him, giving him a bark of annoyance.
How about you shut up and follow us? Remember--you're with a pack of wild wolves, not weak pups. He warned, inching closer to Ainsley as he huffs while trying to calm down the other beta. An idiot or whatever, Ainsley is still a precious friend to him.
In the corner of his eyes, he saw the human girl smile. He simply ignored it as he doesn't think much of humans. Humans to him, are all dangerous. They destroy everything they don't know, and even if they do, they still destroy them for no reason. He never felt safe around a human, by never he means
never.
Ainsley
Drago's amusement fed Ainsley's upset. He didn't trust humans, assuming anyone in the forest was a hunter, and he certainly didn't trust wolves who were willing to protect them. At Drago's sneer, he fell into frenzied barks, making it very clear he didn't intend to make them feel welcome- and then he was silenced.
Ainsley tried hard to be friendly with every member of the pack, and he did a good job of it. He counted them all as his friend, even though they all had such different personalities. The mere closeness of Erios gave him an unbelievable comfort, like the other beta didn't really want them there either. He whined almost silently in a final protest, but continued to keep his distance. He didn't like the thought of them being in the den. I'm not going to let them in the den, he decided to himself. Only friends in the den.
If the loner had tried to be friendly, Ainsley would've accepted him. But he hadn't, not in the wolf's eyes. He knew the pack didn't have the numbers, but he refused to let just anyone in to his family. And he certainly wasn't letting a human in.
Ainsley
Drago's amusement fed Ainsley's upset. He didn't trust humans, assuming anyone in the forest was a hunter, and he certainly didn't trust wolves who were willing to protect them. At Drago's sneer, he fell into frenzied barks, making it very clear he didn't intend to make them feel welcome- and then he was silenced.
Ainsley tried hard to be friendly with every member of the pack, and he did a good job of it. He counted them all as his friend, even though they all had such different personalities. The mere closeness of Erios gave him an unbelievable comfort, like the other beta didn't really want them there either. He whined almost silently in a final protest, but continued to keep his distance. He didn't like the thought of them being in the den. I'm not going to let them in the den, he decided to himself. Only friends in the den.
If the loner had tried to be friendly, Ainsley would've accepted him. But he hadn't, not in the wolf's eyes. He knew the pack didn't have the numbers, but he refused to let just anyone in to his family. And he certainly wasn't letting a human in.
Nora
The Den was a large and beautiful house, well built to withstand the rough handling of superhuman strength and the wear of countless inhabitants. Nestled among the trees and plants, it looked like the setting of a fairy tale. The porch light was the only source of illumination in the clearing, and its warm orange glow spilled out across the path leading to the door. It was the safest place for the wolves, and her skin itched when Nora realized she was bringing strangers in. They were only two in number, and one had no natural defenses at all, but it still unnerved her.
It couldn't be helped, she thought, dawn was approaching and she'd rather hold a conversation on two legs. The human wouldn't be able to understand body language and growls, not in any way that mattered.
She stopped a good distance from the house, turning to the strangers. Stay. Go no further. When she was sure they understood, she bounded quickly up to the door(specially crafted to swing open with a heavy push from either direction) and slipped inside. She shifted, ignoring the tight stretch that came with the moon's irritation to stand on feet once more, groaning as she cracked her fingers. Plenty of her sundresses were scattered about the house, but she grabbed one hanging in the hall closet and pulled it over her head, smoothing down the rosy skirt.
She returned outside, her eyes still glowing gold and her teeth a bit too long. Controlling the shift was nothing on a normal night, but tonight was no normal night. "We've had quite a few guests this evening," She commented coldly. "These woods are a dangerous place to play on a full moon."
Nora
The Den was a large and beautiful house, well built to withstand the rough handling of superhuman strength and the wear of countless inhabitants. Nestled among the trees and plants, it looked like the setting of a fairy tale. The porch light was the only source of illumination in the clearing, and its warm orange glow spilled out across the path leading to the door. It was the safest place for the wolves, and her skin itched when Nora realized she was bringing strangers in. They were only two in number, and one had no natural defenses at all, but it still unnerved her.
It couldn't be helped, she thought, dawn was approaching and she'd rather hold a conversation on two legs. The human wouldn't be able to understand body language and growls, not in any way that mattered.
She stopped a good distance from the house, turning to the strangers. Stay. Go no further. When she was sure they understood, she bounded quickly up to the door(specially crafted to swing open with a heavy push from either direction) and slipped inside. She shifted, ignoring the tight stretch that came with the moon's irritation to stand on feet once more, groaning as she cracked her fingers. Plenty of her sundresses were scattered about the house, but she grabbed one hanging in the hall closet and pulled it over her head, smoothing down the rosy skirt.
She returned outside, her eyes still glowing gold and her teeth a bit too long. Controlling the shift was nothing on a normal night, but tonight was no normal night. "We've had quite a few guests this evening," She commented coldly. "These woods are a dangerous place to play on a full moon."
Drago & Leandra Hearst - Interacting with the pack.
He silently wished Lea had brought him his duffle bag of spare clothes for these kinds of things, but he merely sat down exactly where he was told to with his human sister at his side.
"I don't usually play during a full moon. Too risky." He agreed twitching his ears.
"Though I didn't intend on running into you like this, it's probably best. If this were any other instance I'd have attacked, my sister's safety is my priority." He yawned. Lea sighed.
"This is why you should've just bitten me when I found out... I can't understand you and these wolves don't like me being here... They're so pretty too." Lea pouted earning a nip to the calf by her brother telling her to straighten up.
"I'm assuming from the small number of wolves you do have you're the pack everyone's been targeting? The alpha of my old home's reigning pack was quite insistent on gaining reinforcements for an attack. Even letting ferals out to change random unlucky humans." He seemed calm even while explaining the instance of how he was changed, a feral or crazed one had bitten him.
Drago & Leandra Hearst - Interacting with the pack.
He silently wished Lea had brought him his duffle bag of spare clothes for these kinds of things, but he merely sat down exactly where he was told to with his human sister at his side.
"I don't usually play during a full moon. Too risky." He agreed twitching his ears.
"Though I didn't intend on running into you like this, it's probably best. If this were any other instance I'd have attacked, my sister's safety is my priority." He yawned. Lea sighed.
"This is why you should've just bitten me when I found out... I can't understand you and these wolves don't like me being here... They're so pretty too." Lea pouted earning a nip to the calf by her brother telling her to straighten up.
"I'm assuming from the small number of wolves you do have you're the pack everyone's been targeting? The alpha of my old home's reigning pack was quite insistent on gaining reinforcements for an attack. Even letting ferals out to change random unlucky humans." He seemed calm even while explaining the instance of how he was changed, a feral or crazed one had bitten him.
Ainsley
Sticking close to Erios, Ainsley followed the pack back to the den. He was delighted to hear Nora didn't want them in the den either, thinking that was good judgment on her part. He regained his cheery disposition at the sight of the building, bounding ahead, around to the back garden where he knew he'd find his pink shirt, and then through the back door to get some pants. Ainsley honestly didn't know shame, but he knew he was supposed to wear clothes, so he always had some lying around ready for when he turned back. He stayed inside for a few minutes as he turned back, just in his little box room, which was probably for storage, but he loved it, and everybody just sort of had to roll with it. It fit Ainsley and all his things inside, so it was good enough for him.
He wasn't sure what was going to happen. His emotions had been a roller coaster over the night (they often were on full moons, as he reacted strongly to every instinct thrown his way), but it rarely mattered. This time it seemed to. There was a whole pack's worth of loners and humans wandering around. He didn't think he'd get in trouble, but he was curious to know what was going to happen with the pair outside. He pulled a twig from his hair and wandered back downstairs to hear Nora speak.
"If you didn't intend on running into us, you shouldn't have been here at all. Right? You did know we were here, didn't you?" he responded to Drago, without any malice in his tone, nothing more than confusion, not understanding how Drago couldn't have expected to not run into them, even though it was not his conversation. The word 'private' didn't exist in Ainsley's mind. At least the fear he'd had seemed to have diffused. They weren't entering the den, and Ainsley therefore lacked any reason to be anxious of them. In his mind, they couldn't hurt him now.
His lips pressed together at the mention of the other packs, but he ended up smiling a few moments after. He wasn't able to stay mad anymore. Other than Drago and Lea, he'd had a lot of fun, and there could only be more good things ahead, he decided. Besides, these strangers were Nora's problem, as she was in charge, and he decided to just not get involved unless he was asked to, and save himself the trouble. With that in mind, he started humming any old tune he could think of as he wandered around the den's perimeter, bouncing on his heel as he walked. No point in being nervous when you can be happy. Nora won't let anything bad happen.
Ainsley
Sticking close to Erios, Ainsley followed the pack back to the den. He was delighted to hear Nora didn't want them in the den either, thinking that was good judgment on her part. He regained his cheery disposition at the sight of the building, bounding ahead, around to the back garden where he knew he'd find his pink shirt, and then through the back door to get some pants. Ainsley honestly didn't know shame, but he knew he was supposed to wear clothes, so he always had some lying around ready for when he turned back. He stayed inside for a few minutes as he turned back, just in his little box room, which was probably for storage, but he loved it, and everybody just sort of had to roll with it. It fit Ainsley and all his things inside, so it was good enough for him.
He wasn't sure what was going to happen. His emotions had been a roller coaster over the night (they often were on full moons, as he reacted strongly to every instinct thrown his way), but it rarely mattered. This time it seemed to. There was a whole pack's worth of loners and humans wandering around. He didn't think he'd get in trouble, but he was curious to know what was going to happen with the pair outside. He pulled a twig from his hair and wandered back downstairs to hear Nora speak.
"If you didn't intend on running into us, you shouldn't have been here at all. Right? You did know we were here, didn't you?" he responded to Drago, without any malice in his tone, nothing more than confusion, not understanding how Drago couldn't have expected to not run into them, even though it was not his conversation. The word 'private' didn't exist in Ainsley's mind. At least the fear he'd had seemed to have diffused. They weren't entering the den, and Ainsley therefore lacked any reason to be anxious of them. In his mind, they couldn't hurt him now.
His lips pressed together at the mention of the other packs, but he ended up smiling a few moments after. He wasn't able to stay mad anymore. Other than Drago and Lea, he'd had a lot of fun, and there could only be more good things ahead, he decided. Besides, these strangers were Nora's problem, as she was in charge, and he decided to just not get involved unless he was asked to, and save himself the trouble. With that in mind, he started humming any old tune he could think of as he wandered around the den's perimeter, bouncing on his heel as he walked. No point in being nervous when you can be happy. Nora won't let anything bad happen.
