Female
3 Years
Mexican Wolf
Pansexual
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Post by Harley on Mar 15, 2023 18:25:20 GMT -8
"I don't mean to be a bother, I was just passing through," the newcomer explained, ever so politely. She sure had lovely manners! Then again, she was in the company of Arden, and his manners were the equivalent of a rabid bear, so the bar was not difficult to clear. "What are y'all up to?" she asked, the familiar vernacular pinging Harley's attention more than anything else. The still-slightly sandy she-wolf's tail wagged behind her, the poofy flag displaying nothing but happiness that someone else could've come from the same area she had. " Well well! I've never heard a single other soul use y'all since I left home! Thank goodness there's fin'ly someone else 'ere that can speak properly! Me 'n Holly here, the name's Harley by the way, were just tryin' ta see if there's any good eatin' 'round these parts. So far nothin's jumpin' out at us but hey, we've only been 'ere a couple blinks. How long've you been 'round? Land's treatin' ya nicely?" Harley's accent in full strength came forward as she rapidly battered the newcomer with her words. The thought of someone new sharing her accent was simply too exciting - even though it wasn't as true as she hoped. Rein Holly @y'all
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he/him
3.5 years
Mck. Valley
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Post by Ares on Mar 16, 2023 17:37:04 GMT -8
Emerging from the temporary den he had housed himself in for the night, Ares stood still for a few seconds as his eyes adjusted to the morning light. When his eyes let in just the right amount of light, he spotted some wolves in the distance. They were a bit far from him, but since the beach was a beach, there wasn’t too much cover so he could see them fine. He was slightly curious as to what so many wolves were doing around here when there had not been a soul here yesterday.
The grey brute didn’t directly approach the group, still wary and unknowing of who these wolves even were, but he did get a little closer nonetheless. Nearing the water’s edge, Ares followed the coast before stepping into the water and climbing onto one of the flat-ish rocks protruding from the ground. Patiently waiting, his dark brown eyes scanned the water for any unlucky fish. He was positioned to where his left flank was facing the group of wolves, ears listening to his nearby surroundings.
It took quite a while before any fish plopped up out of the water when a wave crashed into the shore, but when it did, Ares snapped his jaws around the creature. It flipped and flopped about in his mouth trying to get free, and its tail slapped the side of his muzzle a few times, but the male held on. Persistence was key in hunting fish too apparently, because soon the fish stopped moving and went as limp as a fish could get. Feasting on his catch, Ares then dismounted the rock he was seated on before wading through the water to reach the land once more.
Taking a seat underneath the tree he claimed yesterday, he observed from a distance what those wolves were up to.
Harley Arden Spirit Holly Rein @saskia Chey Shale
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2023 17:37:39 GMT -8
As Koa wandered the coastline near the large and still forming group of wolves, a moving blur caught her eye. Looking over, she barely spotted it. A sand crab, it blended in well, matching the color of the sand. She sniffed towards it, accidentally blowing sand into the hole it just dug. The crab turned in her direction, stilling. The large wolf did the same. It went on like that for a good minute, the two just facing off. The crab did a funky blink with one eye before blinking its other eye. And just like that there was pain.
The sand crab had latched its claw on Koa’s nose, swinging with one claw in the air as she stood and backed up in reflex. Snapping her jaws towards the dangling crab, she did her best to remove the pain-causing sea thing from her sniffer. After a few tries, she finally managed to bite into the shell of the crab who let go, trying to aim this time at her lips. The dark wolf really didn’t want to get grabbed again, so she just bit harder on the crab before tossing it for reassurance that it wouldn’t get her again.
After seeing the crab still for a few minutes, Koa went over to it, making sure it was truly dead. When that was determined, she ate the crab biting through its shell and chewing the meat inside. It was actually quite tasty.
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Rogue
Female
She/Her
3 Years
Eastern Timber
Straight
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3 Posts
Relations: Mother - Deceased
Father - Unknown
Brother 1 - Unnamed
Brother 2 - Unnamed
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Post by Rein on Mar 17, 2023 11:18:39 GMT -8
There were more wolves around than Rein had initially thought. Another group stood nearby, their bodies blocking the entrance to a cave of sorts. One of the wolves had taken it upon herself to answer Rein's question. Although by the tone in which she answered, Rein wasn't sure the female wolf was very confident in her words. "I guess we are exploring." A small frown played across Rein's lips, but she quickly removed it before it could stay there long. It wasn't their fault the question was misunderstood. "I meant in the water..." She mumbled, looking down and away from Chey as the female wolf got closer. Her muscles were prepared to take a step back, but it wasn't necessary as Chey altered her course to head towards a male in the group. Rein released a breath she hadn't known she was holding. Her muscles had yet to relax, especially as the number of wolves in the area seemed to increase. She looked around. One wolf was lounging on a rock surrounded by water, peering intently into the waters. She saw another wolf sniffing the sand, as if looking for something. Rein watched these wolves without really seeing them, if that made sense. Just a couple hours ago she had been alone, for days in fact. And now here she was, seemingly surrounded by more wolves than she could count. They weren't outright hostile. So she hadn't trespassed. And that also meant they weren't packmates. At least not in the traditional sense. It was odd to say the least, that so many lone wolves had gathered in one spot. Certainly unlike anything she was used to or had heard about before. Harley's excited drawl brought Rein back to the present group. She now knew the name of two of the wolves in the larger group. Despite the anxiousness that had plagued her thoughts just a second before, Rein's tail began to sway as well as she fed off Harley's excited energy. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Harley, Miss Holly. I'm Rein." The wolf with pink eyes definitely had a stronger accent than any Rein could hope to have, but the two felt the same about hearing similar mannerisms. The more the she wolf talked the more relaxed Rein became. "I been roaming for a while now. Just stumbled along the coastline last night and I uh.." An uneven grumble echoed from Rein's stomach. "...uh haven't eaten since I got here." She grimaced then slightly, shifting her paws in embarrassment. A yelp caught her attention just then, making Rein's ears perk upright as her head swiveled towards the source. The wolf from atop the rock was long gone at this point, but the wolf who was sniffing the sand was still around. They were jerking around wildly from the front end, with an unknown object clinging to the wolves snout. It was a crab, apparently. Rein had to stifle a chuckle as the wolf finally was freed from the crab, watching it get flung several feet from the wolf. Despite the debacle, the wolf appeared to be successful in their hunt. "The food here is rather hard to catch," Rein said as her head turned back towards Harley and Holly. She had tried the night before, but with no luck. She walked a couple paces into the water, watching the small swarms of fish speed away as she invaded their territory. They were too small to eat, unless they managed to catch 20 of them. Which with how fast the fish moved, would be darn near impossible. Rein stomped her foot in frustration, sending the minnows scattering in renewed chaos.
Tagged: Harley , Holly , Chey , @koa , Ares , Arden , Shale
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5 years
Panromantic
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7 Posts
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Post by Spirit on Apr 6, 2023 20:59:02 GMT -8
Still taken aback by Arden's oddly authentic conversation, he felt Chey push between the stone wall and his flank as she made her way onto the beach. In time while the sandy backdrop slowly dotted in bodies he realized Chey wasn't the only unfortunate rogue having to squeeze themselves between and around the larger frames of him and Arden. Spirit picked up his paws and whispered apologies to the wolves as they passed, simultaneously sidestepping to the left to get out of their way. In doing so, a miscalculated step onto a loose, paw-sized rock doubled the speed of his tiny march, causing a loss of balance that became an untimely stumble into Arden. "My sincerest apologies!" Spirit defensively called out after the encounter. Though he had concerns about suddenly breaching the personal territory of a wolf like Arden, Spirit had no intention of shrinking himself. In his past, especially when he was young, wolves like him could have Spirit in an instinctive submission with a single look, but he'd grown safe enough with himself not to fear a gruff attitude. After all, negativity was just a symptom. Without it, so it seemed, Arden wasn't all that bad. He'd almost forgotten Arden's question throughout the awkward misstep, and he'd almost forgotten how was feeling, too. Drawing himself back to conversation, hoping almost wistfully to recover it, Spirit simply laughed out an answer he didn't have to think too hard about. "Anyways, I'm touched that you care to ask. But I'm nowhere as sullen as you."Walking forward onto the beach, his teeth bared in a charming smile that came with a gregarious chuckle. He stopped a comfortable distance from the beach to watch Chey. Slowly, his smile began to fade as he thought about what he'd come here to do, but something saved him from dwelling too long in such thoughts. The beach was buzzing with laugher, play, and conversations. There was a community unfolding before his eyes, eyes seeing this once stained memory through a colored lens for the first time since the accident. It brought him joy, so he chose to spend these moments as close to that joy as possible, watching the activity of the beach with alertness and pleasure, open to the experience. "It'll have to wait, sis," he whispered inaudibly, eyes closing in peace as he let his memories of her drift out to the sea where she died. Arden Chey Shale Ares @koa Holly Harley Rein
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Rogue
Female
5 years
Himalayan
Demisexual
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Post by Chey on Apr 25, 2023 14:37:31 GMT -8
A winded laugh followed Chey down the coastline as she put her speed to the test against Shale. Her feet chased the tide's reach until an unexpectedly powerful wave washed over her feet. The icy cold water was shocking and took her mind away from the game. She conceded as she came to a slow stop, breathing heavy and wincing a little as the air exaggerated the temperature of her wet legs. "Okay," she huffed with a tired smile. "You win."The two had closed some deal of distance between the beach crew and a rogue female, who was having some trouble with the ocean wildlife. Chey glanced at Shale, gauging how confident he felt about approaching. Regardless, Chey decided to introduce herself by the time the loner managed to secure herself a painstakingly-earned meal. "I was betting on the crab," Chey joked to the stranger. Her head bobbed over to the group of rogues exploring just outside the cave and found an overwhelmed look on Rein's face, her tight-chested discomfort making Chey guilty for her introduction. Sometimes she could be a little forward, but it tended to work out with more outward personalities like Spirit. There was one more wolf that hadn't made their way into the bustling vicinity yet, tucked away beneath a tree. Chey guessed they were keeping tabs on the activities of the other rogues. It's not your job, she reminded herself as she recognized the impulsive desire to wrap them into her social sphere. She tried too hard to make others feel welcome, often forgetting that some wolves just like being alone. Shale @koa Ares
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Female
3 Years
Mexican Wolf
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Post by Harley on May 1, 2023 3:47:51 GMT -8
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Harley, Miss Holly. I'm Rein," the velvet tones of the she-wolf introduced her to a willing audience with a bright smile, "I been roaming for a while now. Just stumbled along the coastline last night, and I uh... haven't eaten since I got here." The uncomfortable grumble from Rein's stomach was met in turn with one from Harley's own. The tiny spitfire chuckled heartily at their shared situation turning her attention to Holly to see if the youngster had managed to catch anything. Alas, it seemed that another figure further down the beach had actually managed to find something to munch on, even if it did fight back considerably. Chey headed over to greet this new figure, and Harley kept an ear out just in case anything dramatic or dangerous happened, but turned her attention back to Rein. "The food here is rather hard to catch," the other she-wolf continued, also seeing the stranger's folly. "Ya can say that again! Any luck Holly?" the Mexican she-wolf glanced over to the yearling once more knowing that a fish would not be dangling from her jaws. Baby pink eyes scanned the sands away from the water, because it was clear that the ocean was not going to cooperate with them today. Her eyes landed on a nearby flock of seabirds, their white feathers contrasting against the pale yellow sand. A devious little grin slid onto her face as a great idea came to her. "Whaddaya say we three team up and catch some birds? I know they can fly away an' all, and I'm not the tallest blade of grass in the meadow but surely us three make a team that could rival a few feather butts ey!?" She was already excited and raring to go on the chase. She knew how flexible and agile she was, so hopefully she could jump around or weave after them fast enough to at least pull out a few feathers! Her short stance dropped further into a pseudo hunting crouch, shoulders rolling slightly with a sparkle in her eyes as she looked between her two travel companions to see if they were on board with her plan. Rein Holly
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1.5 years
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Post by Shale on May 4, 2023 18:58:37 GMT -8
It didn’t take long for Shale to realize he’d been right about one thing: the water was cold. He shook himself off, gasping at the sharp sensation of the wind against his wet fur and slightly regretting the plunge into the icy spray of water, which would definitely keep him shivering a little for the next few minutes. But, freezing cold or not, it felt good to have done something without taking too much time to be scared of it first, to feel like part of the group instead of lingering nervously on the edges. He smiled back at Chey as she conceded the race. “That was fun,” he said. “More fun than I thought it’d be, anyway. Thank you.” If he’d been in her place, he never would have thought of doing something so…spontaneous. But it seemed as though that was who she was: someone welcoming, who tried to draw others in and make them feel like a part of things. He followed her gaze with his own, noticing the grey newcomer who had yet to approach the rest of them. He watched Chey for a moment as she made her way over to another stranger on the beach. Their little group, it seemed, was growing; maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea to try something new. If she can do it, I can do it. Maybe. Without giving himself time to talk himself out of it, he trotted off towards the newcomer, pausing to watch while, with a surprising amount of ease, he caught a fish straight out of the water. Oh. Maybe not exactly a newcomer, then. Shale waited until the other wolf had settled down under a tree, seemingly content to watch the rest of them, before he moved closer. “Does this place belong to you?” he asked, nodding vaguely at the surrounding landscape. “I just, um, well, the way you caught that fish, it seems like you might have been around here a little longer than we have. I’d hate to think we were…you know, invading, or anything.” Ares
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Rogue
Male
He/Him
5 years
Tundra Wolf
Aromantic
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Post by Arden on May 4, 2023 20:52:50 GMT -8
Like dropping water beads onto pennies his retinal acuity magnified to deliver the slow, inevitable image of Spirit crashing into him. He erupted with thorny growls, his personal space invaded by a clumsy stranger, to the effect that Spirit jittered an instant apology. That the relative peace he had found was ripped away by his gangling step was the real teeth grinder, and he made sure he knew it. Despite calling attention to this thought with his lips curled and eyebrows holstered to his lashes, Spirit trudged through the encounter with a response that was even more offensive to his shattered personal barrier. "I'm nowhere as sullen as you." Arden's fangs were at the ready to twist his bothered expression into an even more offended scowl, but the irony of proving Spirit's point right then and there was a bait for his ego he was pressed to avoid. Instead he wrung out a complacent groan that seemed to disregard the hopeful glint in Spirit's eye. Now that the co-ranger of the cave was back on his cheery horse the mystery of his depth dried out, and Arden lost interest in drawing out that dim bulb of pessimism Spirit was hiding inside. Yeah, take it all in. Arden thought bitterly while watching Spirit lap up the ocean breeze and ingenuous chinwag clogging up his first full view of the sea. As he stood there, he began to feel softness where his feet were. Evidently, Spirit had knocked him from the stone entryway and into the endless pit of sand that made up his entire field of vision in either direction. He assumed they went somewhere, but the illusion of emptiness, as coaxing as it was, edged him back to the mouth of the cave. With one ear pivoted to the cavernous gape he felt inclined to return to its quiet comforts yet equally inspired to discover what lay north of the coast's foggy bend, and he pondered on this knowing it may require a co-ranger of sorts––somebody with enough cynicism to survive the trickery and remoteness of the wild but enough hope to discover its extremities. Arden needed to get as far north as possible, but he was weak. His flesh was stretched and his bones brittle, and he could already feel how much power the sun would take from him during the first few weeks of surface travel. Without the numbers, frankly, he was roadkill. Naturally, his apparently sullen spotlight landed on Spirit once more, and against his seething desire to throw the yammering stump into the ocean he found his eyes befall the likes of Harley, too. Arden couldn't deny that she fit the bill, and despite her dreadful ability to draw attention to herself she appeared capable of handling herself and others. In fact, she was already forming her own faction, and Arden observed her intently while she coordinated a bird hunt with two other rogues. Arden had only hunted winged creatures in the dark over the last year. Occasionally they would waddle into the cave on foot, but most of his bird meat came from the elusive bats. Surely, daylight hunting couldn't be more difficult. But there was something else the immediate region offered that, by chance, he discovered lives in its murky depths: mussels. They were a rare find in the cave but Arden learned to look for them under rocks, and luckily, parts of the shore were covered by these same rocks. Arden navigated to the shore to seek out the rock-dwelling mollusks and was impressed by the space they occupied outdoors. One alone wasn't enough to sate his appetite, but a cluster of them would. His powerful jaws cracked their shells and revealed their chewy, meaty centers. He rounded his body over the small wall of rocks to conceal it to others, unable to bend to the idea sharing. As far as Arden was concerned, these were his rocks and his food. Just as Arden turned himself over the stony ledge now littered with shells, the fog swept over the lingering cliffside and revealed against the grey southern sky a plume of smoke. Arden had to squint to make out the color which distinguished the light fluff of clouds from the jet fluff of hot, volcanic smoke. He had either eaten a bad mussel or a ball just dropped in his stomach. It wasn't the fear of outrunning the smoke, but the anticipation of outrunning the wolves who'd close in on him. The volcano would drive everything out of Arden's homeland and into what he'd found as a sanctuary, the horror beast of his past. The ball in his stomach rode up into his throat, releasing a loud grumble as the livelihood he once knew came rushing back, along with its unique appetite which he refused to fill. While the thought did tempt him, he knew Harley and the others here didn't deserve such a fate. He couldn't get that blood on his maw. So, after one last dismal glare at that ominous dark cloud rising above the southern bluffs, Arden geared his legs to stride north until he that plume was out of sight, and consequentially, out of mind. -Exit to Into the Valley- Spirit WC: 870
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Mck. Valley
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Post by Ares on May 5, 2023 18:31:43 GMT -8
As time went by, and Ares watched the other rogues with peaking interest, his peace was interrupted by a dark brown wolf attempting to approach him. His body went rigid as the stranger got closer and closer to where he lay under his tree. Is this a mercenary that the pack sent after me?The moment the brute opened his mouth, any thoughts of the rogue being hostile became evident that this was not the case. His rich brown eyes watched as the younger wolf shyly moved about as he questioned whether the lands belonged to him. The idea of that wasn't something that Ares had even thought about. Was this his land? Certainly him just being here wouldn't mean that right? It was only when the dark wolf started going on to say that he hoped they weren't invading did the light gray wolf speak. "I wouldn't say that I own these lands. I have been here for a while, but I have no claim to these parts." The male paused for a few moments before tilting his head to the left a bit, "I could teach you what I have learned so far, if you would like. My name is Ares by the way." This group of wolves hadn't been a bother the entire day they had been here, so what harm could it be to pass on to them the knowledge he has gained from the earth. Standing, his paws led him back over to the rock pools that provided easier fishing. "These rocks are a bit slippery, but if you balance your weight as you step, you won't fall in. Fishing is easier in these pools, the bigger fish seem to get stuck more frequently over here. As far as other seaside prey goes, the seagulls are just around to taunt you, they'll not do much to fill your stomach if you do end up catching one." Ares perched on one of the bigger rocks surrounding the pools, demonstrating to his new buddy that the only thing to do now was wait for a fish to wash in with the tide. The fish would then get stuck in the pool as the water went back into the sea, leaving it available to grab and feast upon. As time went on and the sun began to set, Ares wagged his tail. Every time the sun went down in the time he had spent at the coast, he would go out and play in the glowing waters of the sea. Even though the little sea creatures lifted his thick fur to male his scars visible, they also made them beautiful. The lighter skin would light up just like the creatures as something in the water changed. Making his way over to the group of wolves, he got into the water where they could see what he was doing. Seeing as they were so interested in the waters before they started glowing, he was sure some of them would wade I to the waters as well. The chilly water greeted the brute warmly, spraying him with a bit of salty precipitation as a wave broke over a rock. Shaking out the water from his head, his tongue lolled. This place was one he enjoyed being at, it felt safe, like what home should feel like. The minos danced around his paws, brushing his belly fur as he went deeper into the water. As expected, soon the bioluminescent creatures came from under the sand and began lighting up the sea. As the waves rolled lightly over Ares, his fur rolled in motion with them revealing the scars that littered both of his flanks. It was like the glowy things were attracted to his furless skin, sticking to the scars as if knowing that they were making the things that the male had grown to hate into something he didn't mind looking at. He reveled in his thoughts for a while, wading the waters, before exiting out and shaking out as much water from his fur that would leave. Trodding to a tree a bit closer to the other wolves than his previously claimed tree, and licked most of the salty waters out of his fur. Shale
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2023 17:07:24 GMT -8
As Koa’s painfully obtained meal began to digest, her ears came to attention as she heard voices closer by. “The food here is rather hard to catch,” one of the she-wolves said. No kidding.Looking towards the small group that had formed closest to her, it was only slightly a surprise to herself as a wolf that looked like she could be a younger version of her mother spoke as well. “I was betting on the crab,” At that, the green eyed wolf chuckled. “As was I,” she agreed, subconsciously licking over her nose where the creature had held on so tight. The wound would heal over time, even now, it had already stopped bleeding. Hearing the voice of yet another she-wolf, her head turned, seeking out the wolf it belonged to. It was only when Koa looked down, did she see the source of the words. Maybe it was because she was a large wolf that she had to look down so far, but the young female was thinking that just for a moment, this other wolf was just actually really short. Not that any of that mattered to Koa, she was here to make friends as she lived her life, no matter the shape nor size, as it was in this situation. The drawl of the newer female was one that her ears weren’t accustomed to translating, so the she-wolf just tried her best. Understanding at least the part of hunting birds, she grimaced. “I’ve tried hunting these kinds of birds. They aren’t very tasty, lots of feathers to pluck. We can try, though. There is bound to be fish nearby though, after all, we are by a huge body of water.” As Koa sat around with her new companions, she noticed that the wolf farther off had went back to fishing. Maybe he could teach us how to fish?
Chey Rein Harley
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