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 Soltero [G2 Cinn Pie] (#9059) Demonic View Forum Posts  Posted on 2016-12-08 02:03:24 |
~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ . Genosses [Rank Explainations found on Main Page.] Alpha Beta(s) Champions / Worthy Care Takers Brawler/Trainee Infants Omega/Bait ~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ . Pack's Food Supply [Food/Carcass images are made by me, Soltero: Deviantart] ~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ .~ . ~ . Other / Extra - Dislike the character, not the player. That is our #1 rule. - Do NOT post here unless you have been accepted. - New members must ROLE-PLAY their way into the pack. !! Remember the current season/plot: The snow is melting, and the Earth's surface is covered in an ice-y slush. It can be difficult to navigate through at times. "Keep those paws dry, wolves." Character SheetsView and Post Character Sheets 0 players like this post! Like? Edited on 26/12/16 @ 12:29:21 by Soltero (#9059) |
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Oops! All Genders! (#36227)
Impeccable View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-10 02:40:52 |
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Sweetheart View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-10 03:47:11 |
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Remarkable View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-10 05:39:53 |
 Mercy | Beta Female of Genosses | 5 years | Location: CourtyardEyes would remained trained on Roman, but response to Vladimir would be given. "I have yet to eat this morning...But I think I am fine for now" truly there was nothing she required presently. Perhaps later a short pampering of grooming the knots out from her under coat would be mentioned. After all there had not been much time for the siblings to spend with each other since the claiming of the new territory. As if she could read Vlad's mind, more then likely it was because Mercy just knew both her brothers all to well. "It is Brooke you are smelling...and you know Roman already sensed it. So don't be thinking about what you are thinking about" head would stay in forward position as only her orbs moved to look at the dark male beside her. Eyes would jolt back to look at what was now a fight. Haunches would raise off the ground, her long legs pushing her forward. Mercy needed a better view of the battle. Strong muscles under her sliver coat would tense as she watched, the metallic scent of blood would fill the fae's nose. Tongue would flick out across her maw. She could tell the fight was going to be an interesting one. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 12/12/16 @ 07:52:53 by Shy**BSS** (#51494) |
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Kelshand (#19565)
Ill-Natured View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-10 08:31:51 |
Vladimir | Male | 5 | Beta of Genosses Focused attention continued upon Mercy as she explained her contented state. Vlad was confident that she knew well of her own needs and he pressed her no further on the matter of breakfast. It would be noted within his subconscious to be more observant of her meals to make certain, though she would not be aware of his detailed concern. Her blatant suggestion of the owner of said estrus ignited a genuine smirk to form amidst his soot and smoke muzzle, pearled daggers more visible in the crease of the right facing scar that mangled his lips. Of course Mercy would have been aware of what he was thinking, even if she wasn’t so amazingly in tune with his existence. ”Just trying to help a brother out. Don’t want him overworked.” he would joke, yellows sparkling with mischief and amusement. Though it was all meant in good fun, Vladimir truly didn’t want his brother to have to take on every burden stemmed within the pack. The stress load would be phenomenal, even more so than what it currently was already. It was then that thoughts of Brooke would surface as he’d paid more mind to Mercy’s statement than he'd let on. The fae was quite the submissive kind, though many caretakers were for obvious reasons. Her obedience to the pack had not gone unnoticed throughout the time frame of knowing the attractive dame. Still, it had also not gone unnoticed by himself that she showed a favoritism for Roman. It was possible the younger female had never even seen Vlad as a prospect. The thought disturbed him little as he had become accustomed to Roman’s influence upon the opposite sex with his powerful position and charming personality. Nevertheless, he craved female interaction and aimed to make an effort to sate that hunger soon. Inked nostrils would attempt to ignore the intoxicating trap placed in his path, redirecting his full attention on the initiated brawl that had begun taking place. Haunches would spring his body back into a standing position, smoke and ash guard hairs standing erect with adrenaline at the exciting sounds of a fight. Blood rushed hot at the smell of scorching metallic fumes, roars of war resounding upon his eager ears. Several paces would be taken towards his brother and the newcomer as they gnashed teeth and nail in every direction. A snarling growl would thrust through his leathery lips as if to instigate the aggression further between the two, a cheer to make this interesting. Of course, Vlad was truly aiming to fuel more fire in his brother’s reserves. He enjoyed watching Roman in combat, almost as much as he himself enjoyed sparring rather violently with him in sibling fun. The skill was evident, even from the perspective of a wolf with little knowledge. However, the opponent appeared a decent fighter, at least initially. Heavily furred ebon tail was raised perpendicular, stiff with excited aggression as he stood on the sidelines. Venomous yellows gleamed vividly with blood-lust. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 10/12/16 @ 15:33:52 by Kelshand (#19565) |
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Soltero [G2 Cinn Pie] (#9059) Demonic View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-11 15:17:56 |
With cheer-like vocalizations being sung from both the Alpha's brother and beloved sister, the climb of his own growls' volume would -without a doubt- seem reasonable. A mixture of low rumbles and gurgle-like tones were being juggled in the rear of Roman's throat, his new-found ability to breath supplying their continuous generation. Rajak's angle perhaps aided Roman in this way, freeing his nasal passages from blockage and allowing for their spar to have not been short lived. He preferred it this way. A more lively, formidable opponent would always be preferred over a wolf that he could best in a single move. Now then.. Considering that the pack's terra-cotta Alpha had just lunged forwards to thrust his muzzle deeper into his opponent's open mouth, no doubt he had gotten a secure hold of that bottom jaw. Rajak's own pristine fangs would have hooked into the base of Roman's upper snout, perhaps closer to his eyes than that collapsible nasal cavity; but still, it was possible if really worked at. Teeth were now intertwined. What else came with the Caesar's lunge, though? A strong forwards force that would be carried through atop the additional momentum gained from the bloke's run. Rajak's angled neck would be met with the full weight of Roman's forwards coming body. This meant that before the rogue would be able to re-position his legs into a 'more natural position', his head would not only be yanked painfully towards his own shoulder but now completely forced that direction if his legs didn't crumble to the Earth before then. It was as if Roman intended to fold this male into himself, near threatening to snap the other's vitals in two. If Rajak fell Roman would no doubt twist the males jaw as he fell downward, looking for immediate submission or life-threatening break. Can't eat if you can't chew. If Rajak somehow remained on his legs however, the Earthly slathered male would yank his own skull right. This would lead the other's lower jaw and head outward so that it wasn't smashed into his own shoulder. An honorable action that may have saved his future comrade from excruciating pain; but alas, that did not mean Roman wouldn't continue to make it obvious that he could control Rajak like a puppet in this way if desired, with the simple threat of a hellward thrash that would totally dismember that lower jaw from his rival's face. A much lower, threatening growl would resonate from the Alpha's lungs regardless of situation. If this was their spar's conclusion, no doubt Roman would be proud of this rogue's reaction time. But, if Rajak were capable of going another round -seeing as theirs was short, the Alpha had ideas blossoming already. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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MoeMoe (#65000)
Sweetheart View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-12 00:38:45 |
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Soltero [G2 Cinn Pie] (#9059) Demonic View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-12 02:23:32 |
Groans and growls alike continued to pour from the Alpha's parched throat, but not in a way that expressed dominance. No! These sounds were laced with thrill, an excitement shown for spars and fights only. When the leviathan's rival dropped however, the production of these tones ceased near immediately. That fluff-lined tail, previously used as a balance-stabilizing rutter, had now began to thrash to 'n fro. Hindquarters were influenced by his tail's happy wag, a jubilant whine serving as his final demonstration of satisfaction. Not wanting to spoil Rajat's own sense of satisfaction -if such a feeling existed, nor wanting to cause a rise is distaste and cause the rogue discomfort in-front their crowd, Roman sought to display a great deal of good sportsmanship. Jaws unlocked immediately after his competitor's neck had become exposed, a rewarding lick cast onto Rajat's face upon own head's retreat. Perhaps such an action could be considered a show of favoritism? Roman definitely approved. He also wanted the male on his feet as quick as possible, so the Alpha's following action was to award some space with some backward steps performed. "A formidable opponent," he'd croon, a delighted grin forming. "You'll be sure to give these wolves a run for their meals[money]," he'd continue next, recollecting himself so that a Kingly posture was regained. That was if this rogue was still interested in joining their company, that is. If no negative feedback came, than Roman would move on with explaining the history/foundation/ranks of their gang. "Blah blah Worthies are higher than Brawlers because Brawlers become Worthies by . .blah blah. We like to fight, we want to learn, we learn from loosing, blah blah. .. .. All the rules. . .. . . .. . . Perhaps you would accept the rank of Brawler, for now." He'd complete his lengthy explanation with words more commonly used in question form, though stated now as though no wasn't an available answer. "Display your worth to your new comrades and you'll ascend the ranks in no time," he'd promise. In this moment caramel vision was swung Ase's direction, as though curious. Surely Ase would want Rajat next, no? With no pups yet the pack was not exactly in danger to their new recruit, regardless if trusted or not. And so there was no threat that said stay away from the den, or the kids, in that matter. Rajat would be awarded full roam and accepted with open paws, the pack put at this silver male's mercy as Roman sought to retire. What was his next plan of action? Any smart wolf would know! The fight had caused a rise in blood pressure, heightening levels of testosterone coursing through the leviathan's thick veins. It was time to ease this influx of hormones. Afterall, the Alpha's real thirst had yet been satisfied. If Rajat did not hold Roman for further conversing, the Earthly-slathered Caesar would turn his attention towards Brooke with a bold approach. A dip of his skull might suggest that the stinky she-wolf enter the den, with a confident beast hot on her heels. A brother on brother reunion would have to wait; oh.. unless Vladimir was joining! Beloved brother would no doubt return with a blanket of new scars if he decided to participate, but anything was worth this pleasure. Right? Right. Maybe Silk had even changed her mind? Hardy har.. har. -Add that Roman devoured the Marmot before leaving, too. [OOC: Sorry for the wait!] [Also, Time Skip or is another spar happening between Ase and Rajat?? Timeskip won't happen until most have responded via posts.] 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 12/12/16 @ 09:27:34 by Soltero (#9059) |
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Sumria Claus🎁💩 Sumriaias (#32475) Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-12 03:01:22 |
Aes| Warrior of Genosses | 5 Years | Mentions: Rajat, Roman Location: Courtyard Aes had been holding a suppressed whimper in his throat through the entirety of the brawl. Now as it ended lunged to his paws, his slavering jaws snapping and trembling in his excitement. He bounded towards Rajat and abruptly collided with the other brute, the action was nearly friendly and he practically trembled with anticipation. "Greetings, brother." He rumbled, the sound in his throat deep and almost kind. His long reddish tongue flashed out and ran over his damp jaws, his maw wrinkling briefly. "Care for another brawl?" Usually when Aes issued a invitation to a brawl it was much more abrupt and far more violent. Perhaps he was considering the brute's former brawl? The wolf was the sort Aes would almost be able to accept lording over him, but he wasn't going to bow to the wolf, not yet, not ever hopefully. His eyes cut over his shoulder at Mercy and Vlad, Mercy seemed to have it out for Aes, or at least that's how he felt. But perhaps he just liked her. Either way he wanted to be certain his actions were not going to be chastised, but judging by that last look from Roman, it was accepted and even expected. Which was wonderful. Aes had been waiting for a brawl for a few too many weeks. Now he'd get what he wanted, which was a delicious taste of his new comrades blood. His jaws snapped together again, his glimmering golden eyes flashing with a friendly threat. Would Rajat accept? He'd have to learn quickly that Aes was the sort to jump in on a brawl whenever it presented itself, even if that meant taking on an injured or weakened opponent. Not saying that Rajat had been weakened, or even injured badly, but still Aes wasn't very considerate. Well, he felt he was considerate, for he hadn't collided full speed or let his jaws snap at the other wolf's flesh. He'd asked, actually asked, that was big for Aes as he normally issued his challenges with a mere snarl and snap. He was happy to have another male wolf amongst the ranks, this was just his way of greeting and even making friends. If you could even call them friends, more like neutral allies? No, not even that arrangement of words could explain Aes' relationship with the others. Pitiful as it was, Aes was a wolf of few friends, but he had known Roman before this pack, giving him a sort of edge amongst the others. (Sorry for the short reply.) 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Shy (#51494)
Remarkable View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-12 03:08:17 |
• Mercy | Beta Female of Genosses | 5 years | Location: Courtyard Growling would cease from the fae as Rajat submitted to Roman. Now with the fight concluded, and if the stranger chose to stay, perhaps Mercy would introduce herself. After all Roman would have to attend to other matters, and Vlad might even join him on his endeavors. After the males had settled she would indeed need some long awaited bonding time with the two. A few steps forward would be made, dark orbs locked onto the new male. However she would refrain from full approach just yet, waiting to see if another member would challenge Rajat. Sure enough Aes would make the move for a brawl. This was sure to catch her attention. Her rump would lower once more to the ground. The anticipation of the next fight already boiling inside her. Perhaps one of them could further catch her attention? Maybe...Mercy was a hard lass to catch..only the strongest and persistent males would win affection from her. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 12/12/16 @ 10:12:48 by Shy**BSS** (#51494) |
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Kuma ™ (#16165)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-12 03:16:29 |
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Kelshand (#19565)
Ill-Natured View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-12 04:11:59 |
Vladimir | Male | 5 | Beta of Genosses Vladimir's pent-up energy would escape only through methodic pacing as he'd watched the brawl between Rajat and his brother. Grumbling growls would vibrate through clenched jowls, teeth grinding with anticipation of the winner. The newcomer appeared more skilled than previously thought and his submission seemed to tear at his pride harder than most. So another dominate male? Vlad was not disappointed by this reveal, as he would rather have comrades who knew how to handle themselves properly and could keep the pack protected and entertained. It would certainly mean more sparring between pairs, and less idle chat. It seemed this Rajat had been accepted into rankings for now, or at least offered the position. Vladimir had a notion to speak wth the fellow but would wait to see if another scuffle would break out. Yellowed gaze surveyed the observations of the gathered Genosses pack, noting by Silk's body language that not everyone was approving of recent events. It was after much discussion of the inner workings of the packs regulations and rules that Roman would take his leave to seek Brooke out almost immediately. Vlad had been expecting this obvious outcome, though he had been hoping his brother would be satisfied with the excitement of the fight. He should have known Roman would only want to intensify his height of adrenaline with other exciting routes before making any steps toward rest. The bond between the siblings was very strong, but Vlad decided it would probably end when estrus was wedged between them. They did share most everything, however, and it crossed the soot shadowed beast's mind briefly that perhaps they could share their women. The thought was stamped out briskly, Vlad himself unsure that he would go to those lengths. Attention would withdraw as best as it could from the two, his stout legs placing space between the dens and himself. Heavy ruffed neck was shaken, small particles of slushed ice falling away with ample speed. OOC: crappy and quick, on break! 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Sweetheart View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-12 07:17:00 |
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Impeccable View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-12 07:26:52 |
Image: The earth dusted female had retreated into the den so that only her head was peeking from the rock walls. She watched, wide-eyed, as the two males battled it out in the center of the courtyard. While Brooke was very aware that Roman would win and hold his spot as alpha, seeing two wolves in a fight made her uneasy. However, the she-wolf had become more used to it now that she had seen it so many times. She held her head low in the shadows of the cave as her golden eyes scored over the scene in front of her. When Rajat finally collapsed to the ground, her head lifted excitedly, a sense of pride spread through her body. Her tail wagged slightly, swaying from side to side in the cave. Brooke took a step out of the cave to listen to Roman converse with the new appointed member of the pack, that is of the stranger decided to join. The care taker would, of course, be wary of new comer for weeks to come as she did not have to suficcient fighting skills to defend herself with. She froze when she saw Roman turn towards her. The she-wolf had not expected such a quite reaction from her alpha, but would obviously not argue. The movement of his cranium would alert her she was to move in the den, which is exactly what she did. Brooke turned tail, head and tail low, and retreated into the den with Roman behind her. The she-wolf scent was strong without wind or snow to muffle the smell of estrus. She looked back to Roman, her golden gaze locked on his shoulder. Her legs bent to lower down slightly, her tail swishing back and forth as she waited. When the she-wolf had been watching the fight, she had noticed the conversation between the betas, making her aware of Vlad's interest in her scent. However, when he did not follow Roman into the den, Brooke assumed he had not wanted to participate in such pleasurable activities with his brother. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Sumria Claus🎁💩 Sumriaias (#32475) Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-12 07:32:43 |
Aes| Warrior of Genosses | 5 Years | Mentions: Rajat Location: Courtyard Aes did not flinch as the other's jaws snapped. "My name is Aes." He lowered his head, not at all in submission rather as his inaudible challenge. The dark fur sprung up along his spine, and his ears, pricked forwards as he readied himself. It was his first brawl in what felt like forever, he didn't know how it would go. However, he was all to excited to taste a little blood. His lips peeled back revealing his slightly yellowed fangs, something half way between a smile and snarl sliding across his wolfish features. His nostrils flared taking in his opponents scent, he stepped away from Rajat, moving nearly like a serpent ready to strike. "You fight well, Rajat. I'm excited to have another brawler around." His eyes shown, a terrible light flashing like fire behind the glimmering orbs. He could feel the eyes of the pack on his pelt, and knew they would laugh if he lost in this fight. He'd have to be careful, even tender footed when approaching this fight. His tongue lashed out, running over his parted jaws. As he moved, his muscled poured beneath his pelt, rippling like water, his heavy paws falling easily as he moved head low to the left of Rajat. He'd let the other male start the fight off, wanting to see a good opening move before he did anything. For a second his terrible eyes met the other males, and for a moment one might wonder with that gleam if he had the intent to kill. If he did, he nearly concealed it, if only those flaming eyes of his didn't give it so much away. Dangerous though he was, Aes was also looking for allies, and wolves he could depend on. He knew he could depend on Roman, but he didn't know where he stood with the betas. A low whimpering snarl rose in his throat as he waited, obviously growing impatient, even if it were only for a few seconds. Any time spent not doing anything, Aes considered wasted, he liked to be on the move, to be living, doing. As Rajat, he too had his eyes on higher places within the pack. He wasn't interested in the faes, even if their scent threatened to drive him mad during some parts of the season. He was more interested in having other wolves below him, more wolves to train and fight with. Teaching them all he knew and perhaps learning a few things here and there about battling. Eventually, Aes would love to be only under the betas and the alpha. Being under so many wolves was hard for him. If the others couldn't see that, they either were mostly blind, or did not care for his ambitions. Either way, that was a dangerous position for them. He would do anything to rise in rank. Anything, that was inside of pack law. Since the laws were fairly broad, he would be able to rise fairly quickly if he were careful and fast. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Kuma ™ (#16165)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-12 07:44:42 |
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