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[Kippa]

EDIT 4/29: To avoid confusion, the posting order is as follows: Nighty, Howlzz, Helly, Mon, Kipp, Kat.
xxx if you fail to post within THREE DAYS you will be skipped; unless noted in the absence board.

-- Ryker

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»» The natural silhouette of the running brook eased Ryker’s nerves as he nursed the open wound on his foreleg. He had an unfortunate encounter with a juvenile moose during a solo hunting operation and suffered dire consequences. Wolves are not accustomed to hunting alone, and Ryker had not adapted to his recent anti-pack lifestyle. Ryker was a rebel and never did well under an authority figure, and thus, escaped the torment of his previous pack. But now his began to question his motivation for becoming a loner, and began to second guess himself. Maybe I should try to pick up with one of the packs around here? He wondered if the rumors were true about these dark lands. The packs were strict and kept themselves secluded for the most part. And as rumor had it, each pack was plotting and always on their best game to stay ahead. No, I cannot go back to the pack life. His decision was final.

The small gash on his leg stung a bit, but he was not overly concerned. The cut was small enough that Ryker didn’t worry himself of developing a limp or an infection. In about three days time the wound would have healed itself and he would be good as new. Damn moose. I didn’t even see the overgrown dagger-head. He had all of his focus on the young moose that he forgot to check the location of the two juvenile males close by. Unsuspectingly he ran the young moose back to his mother, leaving Ryker in the middle of a standoff. Let’s just say Ryker found himself in a terrible situation at the wrong time. He was lucky to have gotten away with only a minor cut. I have got to be more careful, he reminded himself. If he continued to get distracted on a hunt he wouldn’t last three weeks out on his own.

He sighed to himself at the thought of a new idea, I’ve got to make some friends here. Maybe if he could start up a small gang of loners he could survive in this gosh forsaken place.


ooc;; xxx.

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[Hellfire]

The ashen brute watched with silent amusement as the wolf was chased away by an angry moose. His gold optics had spotted the two full grown moose long before they attacked, but Hellfire was not a kind wolf. He could have tried to tell the wolf that there was danger, but alas. He did not feel like leaving his comfortable perch. That was, until he saw the moose attack, and found it rather amusing that the fellow wolf escaped with only a minor gash on his foreleg. Yawning to himself, he stood to his columns, and carefully began to amble toward the ground. His powerful muscles dug his paws deep into the ground to keep the ashen brute from toppling to an almost certain death. His wigs extended slightly from his body to help him keep his balance. Hellfire wasn't exactly social, but the only others of his breed he has met has been the female counter part. He scowled with disgust before shaking the thought away. No time to dwell on that. Three red stripes ran the length of his body. One right down the middle, and ended at the tip of his tail. The other two ran the left and rigt sides of his bodice. He approached the wolf in the open, and made sure the other brute knew that he was no threat. Yet.

If the aura that clung to Hells didn't drive this brute off, then perhaps he had a chance of some masculine interaction. Still adjusting to the loner life? Or have you always hunted like that? He asked, his robust lyrics coming sudden, and without any indication of warning. He stood just to the brutes right, and a few paces behind him. He stilled, and waited to see how the brute retaliated.

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[N I G H T Y !]

Moose are one of the most difficult creatures to hunt for any wolf. The most common way to hunt these creatures is by having one or more wolves with them to take them down and it's nearly impossible to accomplish, let alone three moose, a mother and two smaller moose. Just when Neo thought that he saw it all, he sees a loner running away from the scene. The young lad was a distance away but close enough to see everything clearly. Poor guy, he shouldn't know that he couldn't take a moose alone and there were more than one moose, what made him think he could do it? That question really confused Neo for a small while, he was a loner as well but he knew that he couldn't take on a moose. Maybe the other loner was hungry? That was a large probability.

The first time he was involved with killing a moose was with his bastard father. Neo called his father a bastard because his father has no father and that he didn't do such a good job of his job. That was a partial reason why he left to be a loner at one and a half years. The other reasons was that he thought that he was ready to move on. Neo knew how to hunt and fight, he was ready.

Something caught something at the corner of his unpigmented-eyes, it was another wolf walking toward the wolf who ran away from the moose earlier, the new stranger seemed entertained, Neo was at least. Maybe this brute should walk into this conversation. It took a few seconds to decide and he decide to do so. The brute's unpigmented markings of skin and eyes turned blue. He didn't want to be angry and start threatening other wolves that could probably kill him in seconds. After the wolf who entered this setting before him asked a question. He appeared nonthreatening. "I hope not, it's nearly impossible to take down a full-grown moose by yourself let alone three moose, you're crazy," Neo stated, wanting to help in any little way, even if it's stating the obvious.
Mood: calm

[Kippa]

-- Ryker

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»» Ryker, surprisingly, had encountered the most humiliating accident without an audience. A half smirk appeared as he continued to nurse his shoulder. If someone saw that, it would be the end of me. We all have our dramatic moments, hush. Near life death experiences make you reconsider the life your living. And by golly, Ryker was heavily considering what the hell he was doing with his life now. Mid lick the male froze as the voice of another male caught the attention of his erect ears. Excuse me? Was that an insult? Ryker finished his lick, gave another one, then turned to his equal. Ryker judged the male for a moment before he responded. “I’m adjusting,” He said firmly. Before he could get he words out another lone male approached giving his advice as well. whoa, whoa, whoa. What is it? Are we at an exhibit at the zoo? Let me guess, Ryker is the bear on the tricycle...

»» Ryker stumbled to his feet, his fur on end. The males were offering advice, sure. But now there were two of them. Did the other lone males know each other? And what were their intentions at the moment? Ryker stood on three legs, his front left leg curled upwards. "Look guys, I don't want any trouble," He said confidently. Ryker did not hold a challenging stare, but he did give the message that he would attempt to defend himself. But, compared to these two males, he probably wouldn't survive the attack. After all, a damn moose had just given him a heavy beating. He felt the need to explain himself, that he was not trying to go after the dagger-heads. But rather, the youngest moose. It was still a stupid plan, but at the time he felt like it made sense.

ooc;; this thread makes me laugh at how stupid Ryker is, lol

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[Hellfire]

Hellfire arched an eyebrow as the other male seemed to get defensive. If he wanted to attack he would have done so by now. As it were, he was already amused by the wolves display. Clearing his throat, he suddenly turned toward the other male that had approached this situation. Hells sharp gold eyes pierced the new comer, but he didn't snarl. Males were always more level headed than females. They were always trying to be a bad ass, and stand up to the male, but it just proved to be annoying. Besides, Hellfire had no problem tearing into a male. It was a fair match, not that the brute was fully concerned with morals. He nodded his crown, then looked back toward Ryker. He spoke firmly. If I as here to give you trouble you would no longer be standing. There was no trace of a lie seen in his lyrics, or his countenance. In fact, he was telling the honest truth. With him, he did bring an air of hostility, but that was a whole other story. As it where, Hells had control of his 'demon'. For now. If one of these males snapped at him there would be issues. Hellfire yawned, and stretched his wings before settling down once more. He was on friendly terms right now, but he could change within seconds. Who are you guys? He inquired, never the first one to give his calling out.

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[Monster]

[bg=706d6d][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table]    Violet eyes danced over the landscape before her, shimmering with delight. Even at four years of age she had a habit of acting incredibly rambunctious when she saw fit. Currently, the female was perched up on top of a rather large rock, feet dangerously close to the edge, and to add some stupidity to the mix, her body was leaned forward so far it would only take the slightest muscle movemet to send her flying off. But none of that mattered. Not her current position, sore muscles, or that growing lonely feeling. Her mind was nicely off in a strange world all her own and everything was good right now. Even the arduous task of having traveled here was small in comparison to her own amusement. The wolfs green face was turned toward the sea of scattered rocks and the water she could see nearby. This place was so wonderful. Rocks to venture over, water to drink, and maybe even some prey lurking about where she couldn't see it.  Her whole demeanor changed in the span of a second, though. Ears like those of zebras swiveled to better catch the sound of another approaching. So there were others about... She had not yet encountered any strangers since she came to this particular area. Her eyes lingered on the form of some idiot wolf dashing away from what looked to be an angry moose. At least she assumed that a moose who chased a wolf would be mad. So what did this wolf do? Whatever it was, she would bet it was reeaallly stupid. A grin slid over her mouth at that thought. She herself had a habit of doing some stupid things. Aeglaeca wasn't exactly your average wolf though, so she had an excuse. Her tail flicked in amusement as she listened to the comment of some other wolf. Aeg was actually mostly crazy, and even she was pretty sure at least that moose were a team hunt. And while being a team of one sounded nice in your head, more often than not saying it while hunting game so big alone made you sound real dumb. Like maybe you had some problems that needed talking about and you didn't know yet. The female flopped down on her rock to listen when another voice entered the conversation. Ah, the 'state what everyone knows' wolf had arrived. She smirked at that. If she had to give one guess it would be that the wolf who tried to get them mooses was going for a little one and was caught. Oh, now that WOULD be funny to watch!  Looking down from her rock Aeg could see the gathering of males not so far off. She blinked, recalling that last time she saw such a thing there was a fight. Oh, maybe the big rawry one who asked who had asked who everyone was would start something. Or not, cause next Aeglaeca recalled him saying something to the mooser about not intending to just now. Least so far as she could figure. Of course, she could also see something more important to the moment at hand. That would be that she had sat down almost exactly on the edge of this rock and was moments away from falling off of her perch. It was moments like these that made her really consider learning to pay attention to her surroundings. If she were anyone but herself, Aeglaeca may have cried out or yelled with surprise. But she had known even a bit before she began to slip that she was going to fall. And instead of freaking out, a mad sort of smile took over as she plummeted to the ground. A loud thud resounded through the air, nearly ringing in her ears as she lay on the ground, trying to recover the wind that had been knocked out of her on impact. Dark voilet eyes blinked and looked over at the three males. She was a bit out of sorts and if they were staring at her she didn't take a whole lot of notice. Finally she got enough air to mutter, Well, crap... Her gaze wandered to the upsidedown wolves who were standing there. With a little huff she rolled over so she could see them. One had the sort of aura to him that would make a lot of wolves uncomfortable. The feeling she got told her maybe she shouldn't make him mad, but at the same time only one in their right of mind would actually listen to it. Lucky thing she wasn't. The other wolves were interesting enough she supposed. The mooser had grey fur with little on it to interest her, and the third wolf... He felt different, but she couldn't decide how.  Moving to a sitting position she gave them a nice big grin and  said, Hi. Is the Aegy crashing your party? Or was this a picnic and the grey one didn't get the food? She chuckled to herself at the words. Even if they were all glaring and annoyed, she was positivly beyond caring what a bunch of silly boys thought. They were always funny up until one got too dumb. Then she had to get rid of the dummy. But she didn't think these ones would be too stupid. Maybe she could be amused for a while. One never knew what to expect from strangers, which was why they were so darn entertaining. What they turned out to be like was anyones guess and she slays loved finding out. Her mom might have said not to talk to strangers, but her mother was every bit as mad as she.       Tag: Kippa, Helly, Nighty! Word Count: 942  Notes: LOL she crazy Oh, and her nickname sounds like 'Ay G' in case y'all wondered. Credits: Lyrics from Monster by Skillet Template byMasquerade Raccoon @ Caution 2.0

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[N I G H T Y !]

Shortly, this was getting a bit pathetic. The one who didn't get the moose was being more recessive than Neo thought that he would be. The grey wolf who lost those moose was all defensive about not wanting any trouble with anyone. He sighed softly and shook his head a bit. Why would I want trouble? It may seem like it but no trouble wouldn't come from me.

[/color] Thoughts went through his head how sad this moment was. Not that he wouldn't do the same thing when two male wolves, possibly larger than he was walk toward him after a scene where he fell down or nearly gotten beat up by another creature.

The other wolf was way more aggressive than the mooser, him claiming that he would have killed the other wolf if he wanted trouble was someway to threaten. Neo wasn't one who wanted to cause trouble, the only trouble he would make would be something similar to what the grey wolf was doing, but on a smaller scale or accidentally walk through someone's pack land. Neo tries to keep his emotions a bit calm or normal so that his colors don't shine too much so that he wont scare the prey away from him when hunting. When hunting, he tries to say away from the turned-on, happy, stressed, and embarrassed moods but it's not his fault when his pigmented patterns turns lime green. "Sorry to disappoint you but I'm not looking for some trouble either," He simply stated.

Then something shocking happened when the aggressive male asked a question. A wolf, fell from the sky. A female. His blue-pattern fur changed from blue to a red-orange color. The ebony fur which is the majority of his body stayed as black. Well that was out-of-the-blue. The irony in that thought. Quickly after examining the female's body, Neo's startled mood went to a good mood for something sweet. "Hey babe, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" The scent on her was sweet, like the way he likes it. That cheesy pick-up line was also a bit ironic because she did fell from somewhere.

Mood: Calm to startled/shocked to turned-on
Notes: Quoting are based on the color of his fur on the mood. All still one wolf talking.
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[Kippa]

-- Ryker

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»» If I was here to give you trouble you would no longer be standing, Ryker mocked the male safely in his thoughts. Well I'm standing now, aren't I? The silver wolf grew defensive at the strange males words, but he was unsure if he should vocalize his discomfort. After all, there would be no way Ryker could hold his weight against the other in a fight. Instead he watched the stranger with an intense glare, a small growl formed, waiting to see if he would hold a dominate pose. The second male posed no immediate threat to Ryker. He was calm, and held a neutral disposition. And yet he sensed something was different about this male. Maybe it was his sincere attitude, or maybe it was something else. He just couldn't put his paw on it. But it made him cautious, and a little bit suspicious of his nature. He claimed he too was not in the mood for troublesome activities.

»» His body finally relaxed when the first male preceded to ask who the other two were. Umm? Excuse me. You forgot to introduce yourself. Ah what the hell. His jaw began to part an introduction when suddenly a loud thud caught his attention. Eyes drifted towards a female wolf, sprawled out across the ground. Where had she come from? Confused, Ryker stared dumbfounded at the dazed she-wolf. Never in his life had he seen such a random group of lone wolves gather in one spot. What a friendly little bunch this proved to be. Ryker couldn't help but wonder if this was some sort of trap. Maybe, just maybe, this was a set up. You know, trick the young male that they were all strangers then some how pull a fast one over his head. At least, Ryker knew that's what he would do if he had a small gang of wolves.

»» Is the Aegy crashing your party? Or was this a picnic and the grey one didn't get the food? Was this insult Ryker day? You know considering the circumstances he was holding his cool a lot better than you would expect. You make a mistake once, and they never let it go. The gray wolf sighed as he sat back down. "I wouldn't call this a party," Ryker stated. He ignored her comment about his missing the moose. Yes, let's point out the obvious. Again. Ryker wanted to point out that his attempt was for the calf, not the adult or the adolescent males in the distant. But he knew that his explanation would be in vain. They would only mock the young wolf further. So he kept his mouth shut. He would prove them wrong one day. He would show them that he was no fool. That is, if he actually ever saw them after this. At this point, he hoped he wouldn't.

»» Then something amazing happened. He watched as specific markings on the male began to change colors. It was an odd thing to witness, and Ryker realized at that moment what was different about the male. His pelt was a sort of mood display, or something of the sort. "Hey babe, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Oh wow, what a pick up line. A smile curled at the base of his lips, as he glanced at the first male. His expression read: Get a load of this guy, he can't be serious? It was in that moment that Ryker understand that he and the original male held the upper hand. Clearly, Ryker fell in the passenger seat. He was in no mood to challenge the larger brute. His attention shifted from the male to the female. He examined her body, but didn't find anything special. But, maybe she had a charming personality. Yeah right, like any male really cared about that. Clearly she wouldn't fall for something as that. If she did, he would definitively leave. He didn't wanna be apart of their courting process.

»» Ryker had yet to introduce himself, and for the moment, he would keep his identity hidden for a moment longer. If they wanted to call him the gray one, go ahead. His gaze shifted back to the other unknown male and mentally confirmed that they had the upper hand in this situation. Sure Ryker couldn't get away as fast if something went down. But these two males were clever. Their companions would have a diffucult time trying to track them down. The gray one was a very vague detail. It was unlikely that they could locate him after this encounter. Not that the other male would even attempt it. He would probably be glad if the other two males got out of his way. He was trying to woe the fallen female? Yeah bud, probably not the best time for that.

ooc;; i might have gotten a little carried away...

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[Hellfire]

Hellfire watched as the male glared at him with a soft frown, and he merely shrugged. If he wasn't being friendly enough to them they could get over it. He wasn't going to throw them roses, or smile. As long as he wasn't ripping them to shreds it was fine, right? He glanced toward the other male, who said he was no threat either. Okay, now that we've established that can we please... Hells audit flicked back, and a slight growl was heard. It wasn't directed at anybody in particular. He just didn't know who was approaching and if they were dangerous or not. He swung to the side, and as he did so the female thudded to the ground. Hellfire instantly lay his audits back, and took a few measured steps back. He didn't know why, but every time a female was present he had the over whelming urge to spill her blood. He was quite content until she fell from the the sky. The other wolf, who had failed to name himself as well, was suddenly red. Had his markings not been blue when Hells first lay optics on him? The female spoke, and Hellfire instantly began to see red. He did not know what itwas that sent him crazy whenever he was around a female, but it was not good. He rolled his optics, and did his best to stop his quivering muscles from being noticed. He wanted to pounce, and sink his fangs into her. The gray wolf spoke next, and declared it not to be a party. Hellfire had to agree, but he had sarcastic remarks for his answer. Oh yes indeed. It's a party, gray one here failed to get our meal though. Be a doll, and run along and catch something. Sarcasm dripped heavily from his tongue, and he shook his crown once more.

Then the one who turned colors spoke, and Hellfire took an instant disliking to him. Who uses a cheap pick up line like that? Hells cackles gently under his breath, and shook his dome. He kept quiet however, and did his best to ignore the scent of her blood running through her veins. Quickly, he cleared his voice and mused Now then, before any one else decides to fall from the heavens, or appear out of thin air, shall we exchange names? Since, this is indeed a party. In fact, our dear party host should introduce himself first, then the lovely dame, and so forth and so on. You're up, grey. He looked expectantly at Ryker, and sat back on his haunches. He wasnt sure if he would grow more annoyed, or amused at the moment. They were an odd group indeed, and he wasn't sure if this meeting would get better or not. He really didn't care who gave their calling first, but it sure as hell was not going to be him. He liked to know who exactly he was dealing with until he gave his identity up. That being said, he fell silent, and looked between each wolf.

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[Monster]

[bg=706d6d][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] Her eyes widened as words began to flow from the other wolves. In an instant her whole mood was starting to go downhill, though. Was it not possible for her to have one, uninterrupted happy day?! The grey wolf Said it was not a party, and of course she had known that. She might be off, but she was not stupid and if they dare imply it, well they were gunna have some real problems because her bites weren't exactly of the norm. She could kill them. And while she knew right from wrong, this wolf had no qualms about blood spilt. Of course, she had to calm herself down. This grey mooser had not given any sign of a challenge, so she wasn't going to start something here. Not when she only just met this bunch. And what a strange bunch they were. But her calmness lasted about four seconds. Then that big rawry wolf with the scarlet lines on his fur had to go and open up his trap. Should she get back on the rock and scream down at them that she was not an idiot? Would it even have much of an effect? She didn't know, but if there was one thing she hated most, it might just be sarcasm directed at her. Glaring at this wolf with a look sharper then a dagger, she curled her dark lips in a mix of annoyance and disgust. Who was he to go and poke fun at her. If he had a brain in that thick skull he might consider sizing up another wolf's strengths before he went and insulted them. Of course, she had openly poked fun at the mooser when she arrived, but she had seen nothing there she couldn't take. At least she guessed he had little for her to fear. She was too busy being concerned with the rawry one to think much on it. Whirling to face the third, previously forgotten wolf, she nearly bared her fangs at him for speaking. But she relaxed and actually stared at him as that cheesy, piece of crap pick up line fell from his mouth. Honestly, why couldn't she fall next to another group of wolves? One that didn't make her crazy stir emotions up like a tornado. This was not going to be a fun day for Aeg, she could just tell. And she hadn't been here but a few minutes. What was up with this? Glaring back at that trouble monger, she decided he was potentially threatening enough to not bother countering just yet. Mostly it was the horns. Anyone born with a weapon on their heads got about five percent more caution. And that was a lot considering that she didn't usually bother. Turning back again she locked gazes with this... Wait, wasn't his fur blue? Another thing in life she disliked with the passion of an angry rattlesnake. Blue was an annoying color. Mostly dark shades, and the sky was okay because it never made any threatening moves. But now, she could have sworn it turned a reddish color. And at this moment he was quite green. And the words he had spoken still rang in her ears. Heaven? What did he think she was? Some sort of darlin' little gal who was going to fall easy? Well that boy had another thing coming trying that when she felt this strange and mostly mad. Tilting her head to the side and taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth and let flow a few words she didn't own a filter for, And I thought I was crazy... They always called me different... Maybe you're different too in your own way, the Aeg doesn't know, but right now she is mad at someone and would like it if you shut your mouth now. Oh, and what do you think? Have you never fallen? If not, it could be arranged... maybe off a nice rock like that one. Or a cliff! Cliffs are scary sometimes... Blinking, she shut up before she went into ramble your mouth off mode. That never made anyone happy. Not even her, and she was the one talking! It took a moment to reboot her mind after that. Always made her feel weird after she got off on talking too much. A little dizzy, but after she recovered, a whole lot better and in a better mood. Turning back the the other two males, she sat down and listened to the Big one inquire about names. How convenient that he forgot his own... Then again, she actually had forgotten what her name was, so who was she to judge? Well, he was insulting her again. She felt this need to either beat him till he bled, or maybe just bite him reaaal hard and watch him die slowly. Oh, how easily her mind went to dark places. She should work on getting that fixed some day. But, she lived this long with the crazy in her mind, what was a few more years. While she was at it she would figure out who that oh so aggravating wolf was. Then she would be able to find him, maybe end him on a day she really felt like it. She sighed, closing her dark eyes for a minute. May as well go out of order. He who acts fastest wins, and right now that would be a she, and she would enjoy interrupting the grey one should he try and speak. giving the dark one with the crimson lines a nice big glare full of as much hate and annoyance as she could put into it at the moment she said, I wouldn't go calling me lovely, and I don't plan on going second. Her annoyance was currently doing summer-salts, trying to decide just how mad she really was. Maybe she wouldn't care in a minute, or maybe she would span like a twig. Time would tell, and now she supposed she could give her name, since she had no fear of anyone knowing it unlike these brutes. Either they were cowardly or calculated, she really didn't care. Her name was by no means a way to identify her, seeing as she changed what she told others every now and then, I be Aeglaeca. And now I wanna know who you are, she said, turning slightly to let her words be directed at the mooser. Whatever his name was she wanted to know it a whole lot more than she did the annoying one. Her mind had changed. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with that big sarcastic wolf. He was definitely someone she should be careful around, and it really made her even madder. Whoever he really was to the world could wait. He was on her I-hate-you-go-die-in-a-hole list and that wouldn't stop for quite a while. That, and she was unsure whether or not she wanted to bother with the color-changer. No one ever spoke to Aeg like that, and now was not a fine time to be startin' cause she was fixin' to get either madder or more wonky. Either way it would be a strange conversation this lot had.    Tag: Kippa, Helly, Nighty! Word Count: 1204 Notes: Oh my gosh she's fun! Credits: Lyrics from Monster by Skillet Template byMasquerade Raccoon @ Caution 2.0

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[Kippa]

-- Ryker

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»» The grey male was unsure if he was annoyed or just bored. But either way these mingling wolves were of no interest to him. In fact, the whole situation had just become awkward. Here we have one male trying to woo the female. The female seems to talk in the third person, obviously she's crazy. We have a demanding male who refuses to share his name. And then there was Ryker, the party host. Well damn, if this was his party, then he would take charge. No more talk from mister bossy pants over there.

»» "The names Ryker," he said confidently before adding, "But I guess you can call me Grey." He half way wanted to stand up and leave this adjoined party. But yet, he felt the urge to stay just a few moments longer. After all, he couldn't part without knowing the other males names. He'd shared his identity, the least he could do was grab their names too. Maybe they could be of use to him one day. He could call in a favor and have their assistance. On second though, they owed him nothing so I suppose it wouldn't be a favor after all. Ah whatever, who cares.


ooc;; Nighty requested to be skipped; to keep the name introductions in order.

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[K A T A L Y S T]

Roux Le Feu was quite worried. Her bright green eyes were narrowed as they scanned the forest, strange sounds escaping her throat. They were sounds that Roux and her brother, Clerval, had used since they were little to track each other. She hadn't seen him since sunrise. Where was he? Letting out another strange noise, she moved slowly, needing to know where he was. There was one thing and one thing only that could get to Roux and that was Clerval. The young brute was her brother and the only surviving member of her family. He was there for the depressingly sudden death of her mother and the gory slaughtering of her father. He was the sweet brute that wouldn't hurt a fly. However, Roux knew that others would hurt him. She was so worried!

Her ears pricked as she heard a small thump, followed by voices - mostly deep voices of males. The noises Roux made ceased and she swallowed, hoping that Clerval was fine and that she was over-reacting. Quietly, her paws hardly making a sound as she moved, Roux made her way towards the sound. She noticed the ground change from grass to sand and she frowned, a wave of irritation rushing through her. Jeez, everywhere down here was sand! There were so many beaches! However, as much as she wanted to grunt, she kept it inside and moved silently, hiding behind some rocks as she made her way towards the group. She watched as the one female in the group shook herself off and sat up, asking if she crashed the party. Or the grey one forgot the food. Roux didn't understand any of this, however.

Quickly, Roux's bright green orbs darted to see the grey one, who's leg was bleeding slightly from a small gash. He seemed to not acknowledge the pain. The young French femme blinked before glancing to another male - one whose eyes opened wide when he caught sight of the female. Something in English came from his mouth, but the young French wolf understood no word that he said. She only spoke French and didn't much care for English. Roux stayed hidden beside the rock, watching as the last male, an ashen brute, laughed and began to speak in more English. These were the moments when Roux really wished she understood English. It would make insulting other wolves a lot easier, and spying on their conversations. However, she was stuck in her ways that French was the only language she needed.

Roux watched carefully with her bright green eyes, her white tipped tail gently waving behind her, the light breeze ruffling her rust colored fur. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a small creature slithering slowly from behind a rock. Was that... a snake? Roux had seen them before, they weren't very nice! Swallowing, she stayed quiet, trying to glance back to the wolves. However, she couldn't keep her eyes off of the snake who was creeping closer and closer to her. Finally, she snake slithered on top of her white stained paws. Oh, no, thought Roux, her shiny black lips parting to let out a loud whine as she jumped back, flicking her paw to shake the snake out into the water. With this action, she revealed herself from behind the rock. Turning her head to see the other wolves, she rolled her eyes. "Bonjour," she murmured in her thick French accent, trying to pretend that never happened and she was coolly strolling up to the group. Yeah, right, she would never be that social. Great, Roux thought.

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{{ O O C :: hope you don't mind me dropping in! (: }}

[N I G H T Y !]

Almost smirking onto what the other male said about other wolves falling form the heavens, in a way sort of was getting a bit irritated but did wanted to know everyone's names because everyone did so ignore his question. The grey one was first, the party host, the one who didn't provide the meal for everyone. Ryker he said, interesting name, sounded like rider, but with a 'kuh' sound. Grey was a boring color to Neo, just like white besides having its purity. He will be called Ryker by Neo for the meanwhile.

For the damsel being great-looking, she didn't seem to fancy him too much, in fact she in a way threaten him to push him off a cliff as of what happened to her when she fell from the heavens. Wooing a female was fun to him, a hobby, not an addiction. Some wolves get boring from time to time. It's only funny because Neo's a virgin which all-in-all, not much of a surprise. Changing fur colors has its advantages but many disadvantages. He tries to maintain the color changing to a minimum of normal, calm, or mellow but couldn't help it when he's happy. It took Neo a while in what way Aeg was speaking, third-person. She's weird. His mood changed back to normal, colorless markings and iris.

Then out of the blue, another wolf scattered here in this neck of the woods (metaphorically). The ever-changing male shifted his face toward the newbie who entered the setting. A young female, this time he wouldn't woo her, in fact, she looks a bit young that her father might be looking for her. Bonjour she said in this weird accent. "Hello little younglin, welcome to the party," He told the smaller damsel. "I'm Neo."
Moods: wooing to normal to mellow

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As the female snapped at the male who seemed to be a walking rainbow the ashen brute could not help but smirk. If she was so annoying, and female he might have enjoyed her company. He sobered quickly as her lethal gaze turned on him. He tried to remain serious as she spat her venemous lyrics at him, but he couldn't help grinning like the insane genius he was. A low cackle escaped his lips as he took a step forward, his gold optics burning into her form so she knew he was indeed laughing at her. He was prepared, however. Especially since a power radiated from her, a dark one much like the one that radiated from him. He did not know exactly what damage she could could cause. What pain she could inflict. Just the thought in it's self sent him craving pain. To receive it, to give it, to relish it, to drown in it. The ashen brute shook his dome, and sauntered closer to the female, but well out of range. As she gave her name, he rolled his eyes. Quite a fancy name you got there. Another taunt? Perhaps. He turned his attention to the host of the party who finally decided to start speaking. Ryker. Strong name. Perhaps there was more to this male than met the eye. Hells kept a wary eye on the feisty female, and turned his gaze to the rainbow wolf. So, every wolf had spoken then? Hells grudgingly admitted it was his turn to give his calling, but another scent wafted on the air. Another female. The ashen brute practically groaned on the inside, and whipped around to face her, but never let the crazy female out of his sight. Despite his appearance, he is not stupid.

The new female had bright green eyes, and was the color of rusted metal. Enchanting. Hellfire had to frown when he thought this because it was even somewhat cruel for him. Since when did he hate all females? He shook the thought from his mind, and smirked once more. He could probably insult her, and she would never know it. The thought was an appealing one, and the ashen male ran his tongue along his fangs. However, he just tucked one column beneath him, and gave an over exaggerated bow. Welcome, miss. Having two females this close to him nearly drove him insane.Black winked across his vision, and he nearly sprang away from the females. Blood lust was going to drive him insane, and he should probably leave now while he had the chance. However, he blinked a few times and scowled. I suppose the honorable thing to do now is offer my own calling, He paused, hesitant. He was a wolf who made enemies, and had few allies. Did he really want these wolves knowing how to address him? How to ask for him? He sighed, and begrudgingly added, Those who know me call me Hellfire. Those that know me well call me Hells. None of you fall under either category. So don't call me either. He simply shrugged, and fell silent, his gaze sweeping over the assembly of wolves.

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[bg=292421] The spring sun shone down softly across the rocky landscape. Among the larger of the boulders lay a wolf in solitude, basking in the sunlight. Every once in a while the massive lupine liked to relax, if only for a moment. That, and he was ease dropping on the particularly interesting conversation on a growing group of wolves. They were not far away, and all though the babble of a stream drowned out some of the lyrics he had pieced together that a stupid wolf had made a stupid decision, and now while he was becoming quite defensive another wolf had entered the picture. Oh yes, and one male was quite happy with this new lupine. She, on the other hand, seemed to brush him off. He chuckled slightly, he would never understand why some males were so caught up with females. Yeah, they were mysterious, most of them, and hard to figure out, but still, in his opinion they were more trouble then they were worth. As his thoughts had began to wonder yet another wolf has entered the picture.

[/i]My, my, isn't this a party?[/i] He thought. Well, he might should probably make himself acquainted with these beings.

As he leaped from the flat rock, onto another, it was then possible to see his body structure. A tall wolf, with long legs making up most of the height, broad shoulders, but a thin barrel. Sharp facial features with almost black irises. Covering one eye was a rough circle shaped design, making it almost impossible to tell the difference between the three shades of dark brown. The russet colored wolf, now heading towards the group of wolves wondered how he would act this time. Well, he might as well be a jerk. It'd be fun, and unless he found any prospect wolves for his pack there would be no reason he should be nice. Enemies weren't a problem. Finally, emerging into view, he made his presence clearly known. "Well, I might as well introduce myself, too." He said, after all, technically he had been there the whole entire time. "Its Pyro, alpha of Fovos pack." A smirk crept across his maw, and as he sat down he observed the lupines around him. One, with a gash on the leg, was obviously the stupid wolf. Two females were in the group, one was the wolf who had brushed off one of the other males, and as he looked around he guessed it was the smaller of the two. And then there was the youngest of them all, a small femme, she was the one who was foreign. He looked at the wolf who had spoken last, Hellfire, wasn't it? But as he looked around some more he noticed that.. Neo was changing colors. And it didn't seem that the foreign pup knew how to speak english. Not to mention the older of the two females seemed slightly... carefree. Insane, maybe? He didn't know. He'd judge all that once they began speaking again.


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