[Mass Acceptance] Everybody get in line!

[[Copperyn]]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/34xiyhs.png] HOW THIS WORKS: I'll respond to this thread every couple of days when there are posts. This is a 'mass acceptance' thread for Raekerin wolves covering a stretch of time. Zatenya will be greeting wolves who wish to hold council with her and gain acceptance into Raekerin. It's possible that not all wolves will get the ranks they desire - ranks are NOT given on a first-come, first-serve basis. Please post here when seeking acceptance into Raekerin - joining threads made before this are still okay, but any further ones will be ignored. :3 Wolves may be rped immediately after posting in this thread, but will not have a rank until Zay gives them one :3 ....and begin!

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[Requiem [Evie]]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/242eot2.jpg] So here he goes again, the big white male wandering and inspecting every crevice of this delicate planet. It’s as if he’s been traveling non-stop for the past three drawn-out years, yet he still manages to never settle anywhere permanently. Well, technically, the last two places he considered “home” had been abandoned by every wolf it seemed, forcing him to move on and not linger around and drown within his own loneliness. Sure he could remain the only wolf living in either place he’s resided in, but what fun is there in that? There would be nobody to spar with, nobody to hate, nobody who could potentially grow close to Requiem. Just…nobody. Maybe not being around other wolves was for the better. The last two wolves he drained the life from had happened in the same fight. One was just stupid, and the other was…well…he was also stupid. Sparrow fought alongside him willingly, and the thought of her brought a shallow grin to his lips. It wasn’t that he cared for the female, but she was one of the two he had grown somewhat close to in either of the lands he lived in. Then, when both of them had disappeared, so did he. The only difference was he left against his will; the others, he assumed, left without a second thought. Without a single goodbye. Still he has no clue as to why his temporary home had been deserted. It wasn’t like there was a fire, plague, or anything serious. There was nothing. It was a forsaken land filled with neglect and sorrow. It had once brought immense positivity to Requiem, but that optimism had soon faded to despair. So he, too, left without a word. And now he was here. Trapped inside a realm frozen with winter and drenched with some kind of newfound hope. Still, though, it wasn’t enough. He wouldn’t be satisfied until this place proves to him that it could last, and would last. So far, these few steps inside the territory of an unknown leader told him nothing. Granted the scenery was more breathtaking than he was used to, but that was merely the fairytale landscape. For all he knew, this place could be smothered with unseen traps. Better to stay light on his feet. The frosted air practically stabbed at his coat with every gust that exploded against his body like an invisible riptide. He wouldn’t be pushed away, however. Neither his body’s mass nor his determination would allow that. Large paws sank deep into the snow on his journey, the snow erupting around his paws as he quickened his pace. He wasn’t very fond of snow. As he ran he was sprinkled with white powder, concealing his already white body more successfully. The only feature that would give him away were his deep blue eyes that contrasted greatly against the rest of their surroundings. It was only a matter of seconds until he slapped on the brakes just inches away from diving off the edge of the bank into a well-secreted lake that wasn’t completely frozen. Peering into the water, he let out a large forced sigh. Oh how he hated snow. His attention shifted upwards and around his current location, seeing if there was another wolf near him. For once he was looking for a pack to join, and if he was stepping into one’s territory then he figured he would be introducing himself quite soon. He lifted himself all the way up and turned around to begin marching in the other direction. He really hated how the snow made him walk like a damn horse.

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[[Copperyn]]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/34xiyhs.png] Zatenya walked carefully along the top of the new snow. She was a lightly built wolf (at least, compared to the bulky males her pack seemed to be full of at the moment), but not to be considered weak. Her reddish cream coat was thick, grown in for winter to protect against its harsh conditions, but still her muscles could be seen, lean and hard, beneath the fur as she moved. She'd taken to patrolling the borders for newcomers lately - she could have delegated the job, yes, but she liked to get a proper first impression of her pack members. To Zay, first impressions gave valuable information about a wolf. It wasn't long before a scent drifted to her nose on the icy air. The wind had picked up, and along with the swirling flurries of snow, she detected a stranger. Her head came up, eyes glinting, as she stepped forward in the snow with greater urgency now. Her tail was carried in a high arc - graceful, not yet sticking straight out in hostility, but sending a clear message. She was queen here, and these frozen lands belonged to her. The scent came from the direction of the loch - well, one of the lochs. She pushed forward in that direction, small paws occasionally punching through the top layer of snow. As she neared the shore, walking became easier, and she paused, scanning around her for the loner who must be here. His scent - for it was a male - was strong. She spotted him a fair distance down the shore, his light-hued pelt difficult to pick out against the snow on the ground and in the air at first. Her head tipped back and she let out a call - not a howl, but a single bark, clear and sharp. It carried in it nuances of authority and ownership, as well as a summons - you'd better have a good reason for being here, it seemed to say, or you'd best leave now. .......... Sorry for the crap post. D:

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[Requiem [Evie]]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/20a8ewl.jpg] Snow continued to fall, though lightly, and perched effortlessly atop every visible surface, some flakes linking together to create the illusion of a hill or some large obstacle blocking one’s path. Other clusters twirl and dance in midair with their partners, flirting as they silently kiss the earth together before they melt into the ground. Or until large white paws come plowing their way through the thickened portions of snow buildup, muted crunches escaping from underfoot. Requiem didn’t sink all the way down though; his paws stopped plunging when the snow became packed tightly and firmly under each paw like a blockade. His muscles were growing tired of working so hard to climb out of each submerged step he took, and every once in a while would think about just collapsing to his stomach and crawling along some of the way. Occasionally his gaze would raise skywards in hopes the snowfall would cease, but always he would be disappointed. Heaving another sigh, he narrowed his eyes for they felt like they were about to freeze over and fall out. It wasn’t really even that it was that cold, it was more of just a nuisance than anything else. Discomfort. The feeling of his pads becoming frozen solid wasn’t very pleasant, and he was becoming more irritated with every flake that snuck into his ear and melted down into his canal. Before long the numbing winds wafted an unfamiliar scent to his nostrils, which told his instincts to discontinue his pace for the time being. Newly alert ears stood tall and rotated while slightly widened eyes scoured his surroundings in search of the wolf whose scent had impeded his flow of familiar smells. He didn’t have to wait long before a female came into view, emitting a sudden ‘bark’. This made Requiem raise a single brow as he examined her from afar. Her posture had already reeked of Alpha, but if she wanted to throw an assuring ‘bark’ in there as well then so be it. It just was never his style to vocalize much unless it was snarling or threatening growls. Even then, the time had to be right. The way of the Alpha had always amused the white male, and he really wasn’t sure why. Not that he wanted to laugh at them or anything, but watching all their little ticks and quirks was simply entertaining. Req closed some of the distance that was left lying between the two wolves standing their ground. It was annoying to converse with another while physically being far away from them. He cut his trekking short once he was maybe five feet from her. The male wasn’t sure if wolves still bowed to their leaders these days, or if their mannerisms had evolved into something else. Never had he been in a pack long enough to figure that one out. The last pack he was in, his rank was Beta because his best friend at the time was the Alpha. Regardless, he briefly dipped his snout in respects to the obviously higher-ranked one here, then lifted his oceanlike gaze to meet her own, following it up with a smug grin. "Hello. My name is Requiem and I’ve been looking for a pack to possibly join. With the way you hold yourself, I assume you own this particular territory. Perhaps you could educate me about the lore of the land?” The tone used was unusually pleasant and calm, flowing smoothly from his mouth as he continued studying the female in front of him. He almost towered over her due to their height difference, but she wasn’t teeny tiny against him or anything. His natural stance took over, straightening him out yet remaining casual and comfortable. His crooked smile still clung to his lips, awaiting her reply. OOC;; No worries, mine will probably get short pretty soon lol.

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[¤Guardian Devil¤]

Amused. Oh, so very amused. Bone white eyes watched from a distance as an ebony pelted female lay down wind from the two. Her black pelt stuck out from the white snow, leaving her exposed to anyone who cared to gaze around. Snow clung to the guards of her fur, giving her a dusted white appearance. She had traveled for days aimlessly in search of something that may cure her boredom. Now here she was, laying in snow(not her particular favorite season) watching as an Alphess greeted what she would assume was a loner seeking pack acceptance.

It was boring. Boredom was nothing, but an incurable disease; and she had caught it. These lands were covered in a vast sea of pure white snow. Snow that made her toes cold, and snow that made her more visible than she ever was. She hated snow; hated winter even more. Her nose felt like it was frozen and she could have sworn tiny little icicles were hanging from the openings of which warm air spiraled out to crystallize in the cold air. Her ears flicked back and forth as more snowflakes decided to land inside, giving her that annoying feeling of water within her ears.

Abyssal wasn't sure how long she had been laying there, she knew she was on pack territory; or at least the borders of it. Yet she didn't seem to care one bit. Her mind was frequently drifting over the idea of actually seeking acceptance into the pack. Raekerin was it? She had heard the stories of each pack from other loners among the no wolf lands. This one seemed the least boring. Hopefully there were no idiots around either. A heavy sigh escaped her jowls and she watched her breath crystallize and spiral up into the air before dissipating out of view.

It didn't take long for Abyss to make up her mind about what she was going to do and slowly, but surely, she rose to her paws and shook her pelt sending snow flakes right back into the air they had fallen from. A sinister smirk stretched her lips to bare a few fangs, but it diminished as quick as it appeared and she made her way towards the Alphess and male. Her movements were languid, gliding through the snow as if it were such an easy task. Another reason why she hated snow; it was hard to walk in when it was deep.

Each step brought the dark pelted female closer to the two. Her tail swayed back and forth in curiosity as her chilling white eyes studied both male and Alphess. Her mind worked quickly, going over every single detail she could think of that was focused on the two. The moment she got two feet from the male she gave a relatively sinister smile to the alphess as she slid up beside the male. "Hope I'm not...interrupting..." Her voice was a soft melody entwined with a whisper of cruelty. It was who she was, cruel and...- well crazy. Yet there was also an eager hope that filtered into her voice

She plopped herself down onto her haunches with out a care as she looked from the Alphess to the male, then back again. "My calling is Abyssal. I prefer you to call me Abyss though..." She introduced herself, her white eyes studying the Alphess once more. She was looking for any sign that may tell Abyss that this alphess really wasn't a bore and she wasn't wasting her time with joining this pack. She would be upset if she was joining a boring pack; she'd hate it even more if it was full of idiots. Abyss kept a sigh from slipping out from thinking such depressing thoughts. Oh well, daddy always said don't scorn something until you tried it. Then again...- Daddy hadn't been a very bright wolf either.

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/34xiyhs.png] Zatenya waited as the male approached out of the swirling snow, his form gradually materializing into something more and more corporeal than the ghost-like form she'd first spotted on the shore. He was a large wolf - well built and strong. If he were joining, she pegged him as a Wolverine. He certainly had the body for it. Perhaps he might have been a healer, or a shaman - those ranks gave little away physically - but as she watched his movements, she felt confident in her first assessment. If this wolf wasn't a fighter, then it was quite a waste. Raekerin seemed to be attracting Wolverines of late. The other two fighter classes, Wildcat and Crow, seemed sadly lacking in comparison. That was not to say the alphess would turn away potential warriors, or fill out the vacant classes with wolves who should have been Wolverines. She was not nearly dumb enough to turn away able warriors of any sort, especially when that meant they'd more than likely go straight to Fjordsong or Valkyr. Nor was she stupid enough to try and squeeze them into the mold of a different rank they weren't suited for - she might as well kill them, for the action was just as wasteful. She tipped her ears forward as he approached, hearing focused on him as her eyes drifted, studying the landscape again. She was surprised to pick out a dark shape off in the snow downwind of them - another newcomer, or an intruder? The male introduced himself - Requiem - and she brought her gaze back to him. The other could be dealt with later, as they hadn't chosen to move yet. Requiem asked about the packs in the area, combining the question with the odd gesture of bowing his head and then meeting her eyes. A soft rush of air escaped her nostrils, and her eyes grew cold for a moment, but she left the slight pass. It hadn't been a challenging gaze - how strange that some wolves thought meeting one's eyes was a sign of respect. In her peripheral vision, she saw the dark form rise, and she turned her head in that direction to watch, still speaking to Requiem. "There are three packs in these lands. Fjordsong is currently the largest, and they've always had the reputation of being kindest - or at least, the most neutral. They've just acquired a new leader," The other wolf was close enough to hear them now, and Zatenya saw that she was a female, pelt as black as night and eyes eerily colorless. "Valkyr is the other pack", she continued, "- their alphess is rumored to be a cruel creature, and a mad one. The lands where you stand now are ruled by my pack - I am called Zatenya, and they the Raekerin. We're a martial pack - all able-bodied members are expected to spar frequently enough to keep themselves ready for battle, and the bulk of our ranks are made up of combatants. We are not a pack for the lazy, or for those whose hearts are rotten with cowardice." She glanced at Requiem once more, to indicate she'd finished her speech. It was becoming rather well-rehearsed of late. The black she-wolf spoke now, and Zatenya raised an eyebrow. "Hardly. I'm holding council here for any newcomers who wish to join Raekerin. So, unless you've got other motives," she gave the briefest of pauses, showing the girl she could let her voice go just as honey-sweet and sinister, if she wanted to, "you're quite welcome here." The girl took the opportunity as an invitation to introduce herself. Zay didn't bother to provide her name and rank again - the fea had arrived to hear it the first time it had been said, and Zatenya didn't like to repeat herself, but she noted her name down mentally, along with Requiem's. Abyssal. Quite a fitting moniker, for her pelt really was as black as a yawning abyss. "If either of you - or both -" here, again her gaze flicked from Requiem to Abyss, "are set on joining, then I'd rather not mince words. There is the matter of ranks to be settled. If you think you're Raekerin material, then tell me - what are you capable of?" The question was set before them both. If either wished not to join, this was their last chance to say so. Zay did not like to wait around all day for other wolves to make up their minds - she was a business-like lass, and she expected the same of those around her, even these newcomers.

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[Requiem [Evie]]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/20a8ewl.jpg] Requiem didn’t like wasting time just as much as this Alphena. By the manner in which she spoke and continuously averted her gaze to something settled behind his white form, he guessed she wasn’t one for small talk. Good, neither was he. He didn’t bother to look behind him for whatever was apparently approaching, he could hear the sudden gentle movement behind him before long, and instead kept his gaze directly on the female Alpha. He hadn’t meant for his eye contact to be threatening, but he didn’t mean it to be respectful either. He was simply one who liked to hold another’s gaze and watch how uncomfortable or awkward they felt before they precluded from his eyes. After he finished his piece and asked his question, he reclined against the snowy ground with a straight posture and ears remaining perked as he listened to her speech and knowledge. So there were three packs – one filled with indifferent beings, one led by a crazed female, and one growing with skilled fighters in their own way. Got it. Well it’s good he wandered into the right territory, that’s for sure. Crazy wolves annoyed him, and he would only put up with them if they were in some way useful to his needs whether they be a leader or omega. He had no respect for wolves who acted on impulse and didn’t think any of their actions through before committing to them and, as far as he’s experienced, psychotic ones were exactly that. Frankly it pissed him off and he wouldn’t mind killing them the second he had the chance, just to get them out of his way and rid himself of one annoying pest. In the meantime, a pitch black female added to their conversation. Requiem turned his head to look at her, examine her like they were all doing to each other now, or had done at some point in this encounter. The large white male took note of her name and her actions – careless – and said nothing, for now. She stood out immensely from the surrounding whiteness and came with a deviant attitude. He liked that. It was her voice that surprised him, though. He wasn’t expecting it to be so gentle and chiming. Her name, Abyssal, struck some further interest in the male. He hoped it was referring to the color of her pelt, and not the emptiness of her head. Stupid wolves irritated him. Once his basic inspection of her was complete – black with odd white eyes that would make one think she was nearly blind – he once again turned his attention to the Alphena in front of them. As she spoke her last question to the two newcomers, he realized he was taking a small liking to her attitude. He could relate to it, at least, because he hated wasting his breath on small talk, also. He figured all three of them probably had some other task on each of their minds that they would snap to once this mini meeting was done with. He, for one, wanted to explore the territory and maybe snag a small meal in the process. Coming back to the current situation, he though about her question, but it didn’t take long for him to answer. "As you can see, my build reflects more of brute force than quick maneuvering. Aside from physical power, deception, warfare, and exploitation are all I’ve ever really known and have become skilled in.” He wasn’t sure if Zatenya had any particular use for him in her mind, but he wouldn’t really be picky with where he fell either way. Wherever he ended up, he’d make sure to work his way from there to gain some kind of power and respect. "Wherever you see me fit for your uses is where I will prove myself.” Flicking his ear to free it of the neverending snowfall, he partened his jowls in a wide yawn. Having traveled for months has made him grow a bit weary.

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[Artemis]

Artemis walked slowly, picking her way along the forest floor. There was a light dusting of snow on the ground, nowhere near as much as she was use to. Artemis had been wandering for most of the day. She needed to find somewhere to rest soon, as it was starting to get dark. She did not like to travel much at night when she was in an area she wasn’t familiar with.

She sniffed the air, trying to find something close by that she would be able to eat. She was starving, as she had been unable to find anything to eat for the last several days. Looks like it’s going to start snowing soon, she thought to herself, silently thankful for her thick coat made to withstand the frigid temperatures of the north.

She was also beginning to feel lonely, being separated from a pack for so long. Maybe it was time to start searching out a pack, since it was unlikely she was going to find her family again.

Flicking her ears forward, she decided that she wasn’t going to find any food tonight, she decided to turn her attention to finding a suitable place to sleep for the night. Finding a little shelter in some trees, she curled up into a little ball, ready to wait out the night until morning.

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/34xiyhs.png] The male’s reaction to the black fea’s arrival provided more information about his character, and habits, in Zatenya’s eyes. He seemed to take notice of her approach, but kept his eyes on Zay, either indifferent to the new arrival, or trusting that Zay would somehow alert him if it was a threat worth considering that came their way. No doubt, had he been alone, he wouldn’t have been so apathetic, but Zay found his attitude appropriate, given the circumstances. She listened as he answered her, noting his skills both at brute force fighting and deception. She contemplated that for a moment – his large frame and strength would make him invaluable as a Wolverine. The white pelt would make work as a Crow difficult – sneaking about when you were that noticeable would be more difficult in any season but winter. Also, Raekerin seemed to have an abundance of white or whitish wolves. The only other ivory creature she knew of in the packs was Capella, the Fjordsong leader. If the color of his pellage would draw suspicion, then her decision was made. ”Our combatants our split into three classes – the Wolverines, the Wildcats, and the Crows. Wolverines are famed for their brute strength, Wildcats for their agility and speed, and Crows for their slyness and skill as spies. You will serve as a Wolverine, Requiem – you commander is a black-pelted brute called Alder. Report to him once you feel comfortable with your knowledge of the territory, he will give you duties. I may occasionally call upon you for other tasks.” She didn’t explain her choice – if he truly wanted to know why he’d been made a Wolverine and not a Crow, he could ask her later. Besides, there were times when a Crow’s skills were needed that a Crow couldn’t be spared. Hopefully his talents a ‘deception’, as he put it, could be made use of regardless. She dismissed him with a curt nod: he was now free to go as a member of Raekerin, unless he had further questions. The black she-wolf had yet to respond, but then, she’d only really been given a small chance to do so, between Requiem and Zatenya’s trading of words. Pehaps she wished to discuss matters with the alphess without competing for her ear. Zay turned to her now, her warm, amber eyes meeting the fea’s icy white ones. A scent drifted to Zatenya’s nares now – another she-wolf. The matter could wait until the stranger either chose to approach, or until Zatenya and Abyssal concluded their business and Zay could seek her out. Zatenya’s call of summons had been clear enough, if the girl chose not to approach, that was her own fault.

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[Artemis]

Artemis’ ears perked up as a scent passed by her nose. There were other wolves nearby. She curled into a tighter ball. She wasn’t sure if she should approach them or stay where she was. If she approached them and they were hostile, there was no way she would be able to fight against all of them. Even if she hadn’t been tired and hungry and outright exhausted, she wouldn’t stand a chance. She was small for her age and unlike most females of her kind, she wasn’t that good at fighting. Though, that might be due to the fact that she’d been separated from her pack for months and missed out on all the training she was suppose to have.

She got up slowly. She would move closer to get a better view, hoping that the winds would stay in her favour and the other wolves wouldn’t notice her. If they didn’t seem hostile she would approach, but if they did, she would have to find another place to sleep for the night. She approached slowly and quietly, putting all of her skills that she knew to use. She paused when she was a few yards from them and lay quietly on the ground, too tired to keep standing. This offered her a good vantage point so she could watch and if the winds continued to blow her way, she would be able to pick up some of their conversation.

[kerr]

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/kerrighortablemid-1.png] normal - "talking" - 'thoughts' ____________________ His moist black nose touched the border scent of the pack land. Sharp eyes surveyed the land over that border curiously, taking in the naked trees and deep snow. It was quiet except for the rustle of wind since his crunching paw steps had stopped. He had a choice now, and he took a moment to think about it. He had only been in this land they called Kyrkja for a week, nearly two now and here he was at the first packland he came to. Would he join it, or only ask questions? It couldn't hurt to seek one and only find he wanted the other. He breathed in, nostrils flaring at the faintly female scent, knowing the pack wasn't very big as of yet. He had a chance to settled himself here before there were too many wolves that he got lost. It was a good plan, a solid one. A path found he stepped forward confidently and then broke into a lope and darted into the trees on the other side. It wouldn't have been noticed if one only relied on sight. The trees didn't break, the landscape didn't change at all and he found himself getting déjà vu as he moved further and further into the territory. He slowed abruptly, ruff bristling as he caught scent of bear. He circled the area, not wanting to bother the hibernating creature. He picked his pace back up when he felt clear of it and relied on his sense of direction to take him to where he wanted to be. He had heard that this land didn't expect loners to be howling at borders, but it still was a bit odd to just prance in. The wind ruffled his fur, icy and sharp. It searched for a weakness in his thick winter coat but he didn't give it the pleasure. The snow on the other hand...yeah, his friggin' toes were ready to fall off. He grimaced but kept moving. The wind shifted abruptly as it always seemed to in the winter, blasting him with both newly falling snow and the scent of wolves. Not purely the pack scent he'd found at the border, either. A meeting? A low chuffing bark echoed to him through the trees. It was light, so they were a distance away. The sound solidified the thought of a gathering of loners. The alphess had called to all in the land to meet her instead of running helter-skelter about the land. A grin tugged his lips. Smart female. He slowed, allowing himself to take his time getting there. No need to rush since she may have a crowd. Even in winter he could see the land as it could be - flourishing and able to support a good sized pack. It was nicely forested, nicely hilled - or at least it was where he traveled. He knew deer moved in other parts of the treed area and his stomach rumbled in hunger. His ears flattened and he ignored that demanding grumble. He hadn't eaten anything but a slow hare in the last three days and he was in sore need of a decent pile of meat. It was winter and he'd gone through worse ones that this, but hell, he couldn't help wishing it was better. He was a large male so he had enough fat and muscle to live off for a few weeks of lean times, but he'd rather not sacrifice that. Having a large built allowed him to take down large prey, seem like a good addition to a pack, and scare off any loners that wanted to jack with him. It was a good thing, and right now? Not so much. His ribs were starting to form bumps under his skin. good thing for the winter coat or everyone would know how hungry he was. His long legs kept moving, paws acting as snowshoes to keep him above the many inches of snowfall. It was fresh and powdery so he didn't worry much about stepping into it. When the rest of the day melted parts of it and then night froze it again he would be more worried. He already had many cuts this winter from the sharp ice. Being in pack had it's benefits. Winter could be the time of the wolf if one had a group being him. Deer were damn hard to catch on a good day. Water met his nose and it was strong. The sharp, clean, metallic taste rubbed at the back of his throat. He ran a tongue over his muzzle, deciding it was a lake to large to be frozen over right now. A good drink would do him some good. It also seemed like the place he'd be going to meet the other wanna-bes and the leader of this pack. He heard the murmur of voices and settled into walking, his paws softly crunching. No silent approach for him. He could smell a total of 5 wolves. Four loners, one leader. Four females, one male. Two of the females were somewhere on his sides and he swept a look around as he paced to the edge of the tree line and the small space the alphess was holding court in. The black one was approaching, but another held off and he didn't spot her immediately. His gaze flicked back to the clearing. The alphess was a pretty mixed tone, her pelt mostly brown like his. Small and dainty but not a push over. He could read it in her stance as she waiting for the loners to get the balls to approach her. Already a male was accepting his position in the pack. He was white and seemed to be a cocky bastard. The last female was also white. Kerr could easily say he was bigger than them, but he used his brain and didn't rush in. He moved forward, tail low behind him, ears arched forward and his head at a good level. He stayed to her forward right, watching curiously and waiting his turn. She was speaking to them and he had no problem having her full attention if he just took a second to allow her to finish. Not like she couldn't see him. Unlike the others, he had positioned himself as a willing loner but not an impolite one. ____________________ ooc - bleh. word count - 1056

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[reese]

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[¤Guardian Devil¤]

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/abyssaltablemid1.png] normal - "talking" - 'thoughts' ____________________ Abyssal inclined her head when the Alphess said she had not interrupted; not that Abyss would have cared in the least. Though she remained silent, listening to the white brute next to her. She had come across quite a bit of light colored wolves lately and it made her wonder if she was the only dark wolf around. Oh well, it would give her more of an advantaged during seasons that didn't have snow falling from the sky. Her white lanterns studied the brute next to her. He was definitely bigger than she and as usual more muscled than her more feminine frame. Tch, just another buffoon who used nothing but their strength. The minute Zatenya questioned their capabilities, Abyssal's colorless eyes slid right back to the Alphess. She could answer that one, but it seemed she would have to wait. As she assumed, Requiem answered with the typical 'I'm muscle' answer and the black she-wolf could have rolled her eyes. That is...- Until she heard him speak of deception. Now that was a lovely word. A dark smile slid over her features and she pondered on just how good he was at such a skill. As she listened on a sudden chill raced down her spine. Her eyes narrowed as her hackles ruffled in displeasure. Her nose wrinkled as she slowly turned her head and surveyed the land. They were being watched. It took a moment to spot the she-wolf; another white pelted wolf. It was a pet-peeve really, she hated cowards just as much as she hated idiots. Abyssal had to turn her gaze away as she felt eyes upon her and realized Zatenya had finished talking with Requiem. She gave a blink of thought as she pondered on what she had missed when she had turned her attention away. Oh well, it wasn't really any of her concern whether the brute got his position or not. She had just about been ready to speak her answer again, but as she heard more movement, followed that by the scent of two more wolves, her ears twitched accordingly. It was popular here today she suppose. Shaking it off she gave an alluring smile to the Alphess. "Strength is not my given specialty," She hummed darkly as her eyes danced towards Requiem once more only to slide right back to Zatenya, "But my skill lies within manipulation, deception, and silence." It was only a few and none of which she was proud about. No, she was more fond of her ability to kill with out those knowing what was happening. She loved the taste of blood on her tongue and adored the sound of ripping flesh caused by her own fang and claw. It sent shivers down her spine just thinking about such things and she had to fight back a maniacal grin. Though her eyes she could not filter. They glittered with an ominous light, speaking of such sadistic cruelty. Glinted with excitement of her own thoughts. Abyssal mentally shook such things away and fully turned her attention back to Zatenya. 'If you have a wolf you need killed; all you need too do is ask...'"Alas those are not my only qualifications..." She gave a low, dark, chuckle as she shifted the way she was sitting in the snow. Damned snow, she couldn't wait for it to melt. Abyssal would not go into any more details about what she could do, but if Zatenya asked of it she would be given the answers she sought to hear. There were just times that you shouldn't mention to others how well you deceive and lie to others, before tearing their throats open to let their life blood drain out onto the ground. The throats were fast killers and the option she went for if she was out to kill one of the stronger of her species. Now the bellies, however, were slow and painful. If struck correctly you could sever just enough for their innards to fall out and slowly, but surely, they would bleed to death; or be found by carnivores and eaten alive. Pleasant thoughts, oh how she enjoyed them. What else could one ask for? She didn't need the brute strength to take down an enemy. No, all she needed was a quick mind and too know how to play her cards just right. OOC : OMG THIS TABLE ROCKS!! XD

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[yoko]

ooc: From Dawn to Dusk
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Snow is so pretty! She glided lightly over the snowy landscape. On occasion a burst of joy would shoot to her legs and she would kick up the fluffy snow and let it rain down over her pelt. Her paws were comfortably numb, like that happy buzzing in her head. To her the frost had no bite. When a snow bank threatened to swallow her whole leg, she giggled and lifted it up without a single grumble.

How long had she been traveling? Not long, for today at least. Her belly was full from the Dusk's hunting, and her body was becoming steadily stronger from her skipping through the snow. It was a brave new world, a grand adventure. She had seen such pretty places, and some rather unkind faces. But she would go on with her head tilted to the sky and her eyes shining like happy stars. Life was all snowflakes and butterflies when you were looking for...What was she out searching for again?

A home, Dusk growled lazily, coiled up in the edge of their shared mind. With a hateful glare at the light beyond glassy eyes, she prepared to rest once more. But a scents filled one of her black nostrils and she was jolted awake. Well, it appears we need not look further. There are wolves ahead and- no! Don't approach them that way, stalk the shadows a while.

There are so many! They smell so different.

Indeed they do...can they all possibly be here to join? Well, if that's the case, approach. Use caution.

Dawn smiled brightly, always glad to make a game of it. She approached the group from the edge, well out of the Alpha's eyes. Her pawsteps were light, soft and swift. She had no doubt she was detected before she reached her destination. She stood by the Alphess's shoulder, looked up, and gave a toothy smile.

"Hi there, do you have room for another wolf?"

[[Copperyn]]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/34xiyhs.png] Zatenya narrowed her eyes, attention momentarily drawn to the white femme that was plodding in her direction. The fea looked cautious, which was well and fine, but she also looked weary. An eyebrow raised almost imperceptably as the alphess watched the girl flop down in the snow without joining into the conversation. "You there. Enough of that - Raekerin is no place for the lazy. Stake you claim to join my pack now, or leave these lands." She tossed the words the lass's direction and returned her attention to the wolves before her who could actually be bothered to stand before her and speak. Her tones weren't angry, just curt - she had no time for those with no sense of self-worth. They made useless pack wolves, burdens on the society. Another male had appeared at roughly the same time as the white she-wolf. Unlike her, there was a purpose in his poise - he watched the goings-on with interest, obviously hanging back because he wished to wait his turn, not because he was to weary and spineless to even approach the alphess and the scattering of wolves around her. Another female approached, her pelt a mix of cream and grey tones. Her air was one of polite eagerness. Zatenya slid her eyes away from the two, attention fully returned to the black she-wolf before her. Abyss was speaking again, and a knowing gaze slid over Zatenya's features, the edge of her mouth - almost, but not quite - hinting at a smile. "Skills such as those," she said after a moment more of studying Abyssal "Are the mark of a fine Crow. That class of combatant are employed as spies and assassins, and as information-gatherers. There is a dark side of war, and we do not ignore it in Raekerin, as others might." Her voice had loud enough for any in the crowd to hear easily. She dropped her voice to more conversational tones now, speaking for Abyss. "We're in need of Crows, and a Crow commander, for that matter. I will not, however, just give away the rank to the first wolf who wishes it theirs. I need to be able to trust my commanders, both in skill and loyalty - a bit of a pitfall, where your class is concerned." She smiled - it wasn't an accusation, or an attack on Abyss's character, but a simple statement of fact. Wolves who were good at being Crows were generally not entirely trustworthy. "'Befriend the Devil, and expect to be betrayed', you see. Prove to me your skill, and the rank of Commander is yours. Prove to me your loyalty and you may keep it. I'll assign you a task to accomplish the first within the next few days - in the meantime, get familiar with our lands, and your pack mates, if you wish. As for the second - that's up to you." She nodded at Abyss in dismissal. Another fea drifted in, from the side, and Zatenya craned her head to watch her approach. She chose not to hang back, like the others - instead she strolled up confidently, no hesitation in her steps. Zatenya left her relaxed posture, conversation with Abyss now concluded. The cold authority of leadership returned to her gaze, and she let her eyes roam over the female before speaking. "There is room, for those willing to work for their keep."

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