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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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MoeMoe (#65000)
Sweetheart View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-12 12:19:09 |
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Soltero [G2 Cinn Pie] (#9059) Demonic View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-13 01:37:39 |
Roman's sense of satisfaction rose what with Brooke's willing comply, an appreciative lick cast onto her coat where ever she accepted it. Silk's response to the entire ordeal, although not completely ignored, went without a proper reply from the chocolate-tinged male. Perhaps a curl of his scarred lip would serve as some form of acknowledgement though, unveiling now crimson-stained fangs if only for a short moment as was instinctively reasonable. Instincts far outweighed the Alpha's desire for anything else, especially after having put forth a successful presentation of his rights to the throne. And so, duties would be attended to without hesitation. Favoritism would be display again, this time for Brooke, by showing his passionate side to her. She'd find her coat free of fresh wounds after their romantic encounter; at most, the base of her neck found to be slathered in a thick blanket of freshly lain saliva. Her Beau would no doubt guard her whole-hearty until that pungent aroma faded within the next few days, from all aside his beloved brother - to which he still might use her as an excuse to for a mild skirmish. But alas, without brother's immediate participation, this female would bear only her King's whelps. (Going to stay den bound a while since the fight would probably be mid way or ending by the time these two finished 'getting it on' or whatever.) Afterward, if having successfully planted his seeds, Brooke would find herself blessed with Roman's full attention. He would have sought to claim a place nestled against the Earth beside her, laying in a semi-lazed fashion that said he was obviously relaxed.. If not also worn. Tongue would attempt to trail along any of her features easily reachable before lips were split with the production of words. "Are you happy here?" he'd question, offered grooms picking up where they had left off. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Sumria Claus🎁💩 Sumriaias (#32475) Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-13 01:56:49 |
Aes| Warrior of Genosses | 5 Years | Mentions: Rajat, Silk Location: Courtyard As though in response to Silk's words he closed his maw in a strange smile. He watched as Rajat moved, suddenly lunging towards him. Aes would neither dodge nor allow the battle to go as planned, he lunged slammed all his weight against the other brute. The heavy sound of flesh meeting flesh, bone meeting bone tore through the air, rather loudly too. Now it was his turn to come up with some sort of plan. Either he'd reach down and try to flip the male onto his back, or he'd go for the bit of skin where the neck and shoulder met. Not only would biting that area hurt extremely badly, it'd also give Aes a chance to flip the other male onto his back. In the moment their two bodies collided his slavering jaws parted in a terrible sound, meant to throw his opponents off guard. It was a blood chilling noise, something between a howl and a terrible sound which rose deep in his throat. Whether it worked out not, this was Aes' battle cry, he'd first formed this sound when he'd lunged upon his brothers. They'd been so worried for Aes, but also terrified when they'd seen the cruel gleam in his eye. Neither one wanted to fight him, and it was only after one brother had perished did the other choose to finally retaliate. Aes was enjoying this moment as much as he had enjoyed slaughtering his brothers, though this in this brawl he did not quite have the intent to kill. Rather, he just wanted a bite of fur and muscle, and the taste of blood on his tongue. A few wounds to lick would keep the inner beast well fed, alive and hungry to continue rising in ranks. The paws met his shoulder, but he ignored as the blunt claws dug into his pelt and scrabbled at his flesh. They would do barely any damage, perhaps make that shoulder a little tender but not much else. He gave a deep rumble in his chest, something like the sound of laughter. It was a strange sound coming from the pale and dark colored beast, but it seemed to come from the very inner recesses a letting loose of his inner self. He lived for blood, bone, sweat, and death. His only purpose was to fight and bring himself higher in the world. Whether that be by standing by his alpha's side, or brawling it out with any other wolf which dared offer themselves to a fight. He was enjoying the first moments of the fight, savoring it as a human might savor their favorite dessert. Aes mouth was watering, and his great red tongue curled waiting for the first taste of blood. His savage eyes flashed, pinned to Rajat as though this other male were his prey. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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RoosterChick (#46649)
Impeccable View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-13 01:58:52 |
Image: Brooke quickly discovered that Roman was pleased with her actions of submission. With the alpha proving once more what he was capable of, the care taker was relieved to find he would be gentle to her; well, as gentle as one can be during these romantic situations. With her alpha finished and laying beside her, Brooke knew she would soon loose the scent of spring and could focus more on protecting unborn whelps rather than focusing on eager males whom were intrested in the smell. The she-wolf was well aware that she should still be alert for any advances made by Roman's brother. Vlad had permission to breed with her as well, but if he decided to make a move based on that permission or not was unknown to her. As of now, Roman would be the sole father of her children. It did surprise Brooke to see Roman lay beside her. While it wasn't uncommon for an alpha to relax -authority figures have to rest, too- the she-wolf had not expected such affection from the earth-dusted male. She laid silently, allowing Roman to licked against her fur pleasently. Eyes would droop in relaxation as he continued; however, they would open, casting a sidelong glance at the alpha. "I am. I feel safe here. And now, having been allowed to began doing my duty for the pack, I am happier." Brooke spoke in her normal quiet voice. She would offer her nose towards the alpha, searching for allowance to lick his coal color nostrils. If allowed, the she-wolf would grately graze her tongue over Roman's nose, a way of assuring him that she was enjoying her new life with this pack despite having lived with the siblings (roman,vlad,mercy) before in their previous pack. Brooke would then lower her head to the ground as her alpha groom her ruffled fur. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Soltero [G2 Cinn Pie] (#9059) Demonic View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-13 02:48:48 |
[Open to advance of others. Take note, the spar is happening outside the den.] Roman's multi-toned snout would would be angled upwards as Brooke aimed licks at his nose, remaining close though in allowance of her pink tongue to gently slide down his chin. A satisfied rumble rose from the depths of his lowered chest in response, silenced as ears swiveled forwards to gobble down her offered words. "I am glad, then." he'd muse, obviously interested in her well being. After all, as stated previously in the week, a good leader was all about lifting the moral of his lowers. Come to think of it, he now remembered back on Silk's distasteful expression. That would need investigating, if he ever found the time to do so. Priority was still ensuring the bonds with those beloved siblings outside, meaning Roman needed to meet with them soon and re-express his feelings of pure adoration. "I'm sure they will be gorgeous," he'd continue, ripping his focus from those rabbit-trailing thoughts. "The first of our new pack's future." Lastly spoken sentence seemed to roll from the Alpha's tongue like fine wine, as though he took pride in what was said, that boisterous skull lifted 'way from Brooke finally. A bark was cast onto the atmosphere, echoing off the cave's walls and funneling out of its broad opening. "Mercy," he'd pause, another bark produced. "Vlad," he'd call to brother with a well-worn nickname. Unfortunately his betas' focus would be torn from the fight, that was if they allowed it to be and came. If they did come than Roman would be already standing upon their moment of arrival, intending to speak his mind quickly so to return their judgmental gazes to the spar outside asap. Couldn't have their recruits become disheartened with the lack of a high ranking crowd. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 13/12/16 @ 09:49:58 by Soltero (#9059) |
Kelshand (#19565)
Ill-Natured View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-13 04:17:22 |
Vladimir | Male | 5 | Beta of Genosses Once it seemed the brawl between Aes and Rajat was just getting interesting, a familiar voice called his name. Broad ears swiveled eagerly to brother’s beckoning, snarl-bark reply initiated without any second thought as his figure would make its way towards the den’s opening. A good amount of time had passed since both his brother and Brooke had vanished within its depths, plenty enough time to expend one’s energy on new generations. Vladimir cared not of the stench of sex on the air, as this only meant potential pups to improve Genosses as a whole. If anything, he was weirdly relieved at the thought of a new generation to mold into proper individuals. After all, the blood of the brother’s was strong and the multitude of genes would still be passed along regardless of either host. Stiff tail was lifted, though not quite high enough to challenge his brother outright. ”Alpha?” he would answer when at the cave den’s entrance, his obvious respect noted for his brother’s rank in expression of his formal title. Thick coat was erect with the chilled air, as well as the instinct driven smoke of estrus. The loud commotion of the brawl thundered in the atmosphere, pushing Vlad to step further into the opening of the den to hear and speak words more clearly. Expectant orbs would glance around for Mercy, wondering if her reaction would have been as immediate or delayed with all the entertainment. Ears would lower slightly if Roman appeared, an almost inaudible whine of affection offered out of habit when siblings reunited after a time apart. Typically, Vlad would usually follow up with a playful but rough form of a greeting brawl of sorts but today he did not initiate the action, noting Vlad’s already tiring morning. The beast was prepared nonetheless, knowing Roman had a sneaking streak when it came to physical interaction. "Brother." he would address him after a pause, more affectionately informal. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 13/12/16 @ 11:17:46 by Kelshand (#19565) |
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Shy (#51494)
Remarkable View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-13 05:06:08 |
 • Mercy | Beta Female of Genosses | 5 years | Location: Courtyard Attention would be drawn away from the fight, a low growl of annoyance pressed firm to her lips. If Roman wanted her now then how ever would she be able to view the outcome of the spar? She wouldn't... Mercy had taken keen interest on this, after all both the new male and Aes were fit males. Though Aes was a little sick in the head his genes would be strong in pups. While Rajat was also strong, his survival on his own surely showed this. But why was the silver fae taking interest now? Well let's just say that Brooke and Silk would not be the only seasonally females. Mercy's own spring oder would becoming soon, thigh when was not certain. With an unamused look and tail raised, Mercy would enter the den. The stench of love perfumed the air. "Yes brother?" she would find herself standing next to Vlad. Eyes moving to lock onto her terracotta brother. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Soltero [G2 Cinn Pie] (#9059) Demonic View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-13 05:14:21 |
Upon Vladimir's entrance into the confines of their den, Roman was already standing -as previously stated. The appearance of his brother's darker form caused movement to be immediately initiated by himself, the Alpha's generous mass hoping to collide into his sibling's own. Shoulder to shoulder, chest to chest, their collision sure to emit a thunderous-sounding slam as energy vibrated through both their bodies. The action was not meant to harm either of them, even though being as weighted as it was. Teeth would seek a hold of Vlad's shoulder, grabbing tight before skull would thrash either which way, vocals generating many'a excited growls before the entire action ceased with an awkward pause. Skull would be drawn back regardless if Vlad still held his own flesh, blood perhaps drawn but the two would be used to accepting similar wounds from one another. Love bites, as they were formerly known. "Brotherrrrrr," he would have crooned somewhere in the mix, a lick placed where the new infliction had been given. If Vlad continued the show of affectionate violence, than perhaps the two males would duke it out some. If not the case than words would come next, spoken from a high-held face. "We should organize a hunt," he'd suggest towards his right hand man. A sinister grin was quick to replace his previous, Kingly expression afterward. "And after a days rest, a tournament." T'was time to whip all their wolves back into shape, to sate their hunger for friendly competition. Enough readying their home.. It was time to mess it up a little. It was then that Mercy entered, no doubt hearing what Roman had just said. His ears swiveled forwards, interested in hearing her offered opinion on the matter. A tournament would no doubt result in promotions for their finer wolves, perhaps causing a rise in eligible males for Mercy to choose from. Oh, .. but that didn't mean Roman wouldn't volunteer himself to serve as an indomitable wall to their advances towards her. She was after all his sister, and his protectiveness of her scent would be far more aggressive than for any other. It had never been different. It explained her lack of offspring to this day. This didn't even explain Vlad's take on the subject! She'd get what she wanted regardless though, most likely in the dead of night if she so chose. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 13/12/16 @ 12:22:38 by Soltero (#9059) |
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Shy (#51494)
Remarkable View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-13 07:06:53 |
• Mercy | Beta Female of Genosses | 5 years | Location: Den "A tournament would be interesting enough. Perhaps one is need to solidify the others ranks among the pack." The idea was simple enough it seemed. Wolves would fight, winners would move up in the tournament while loser were removed. Right? That's how tournaments were supposed to work at least. It intrigued Mercy to say the least. "Will you and Vlad fight?" to see her siblings brawl was always something worth seeing. If her brothers were to join the tournament, would she join as well? After all it had been sometime since her last skirmishs. The scars of her past battles littered her face. The most noted was the one above her left eye, the other would be the chuck from her right ear, the others were just various less serious scars. Even if Mercy was to fight, she was not secure in winning, stature wise she was probably the smallest wolf in height (29in not sure if some is smaller). Though height was not on her side, weight was. Stocky, muscular, and thick if you will, Mercy has brute strength to deal with her competition. But would that be enough? What else was good about a tournament...perhaps a good glimpse into her future sugar daddy..maybe..Though Roman and Vlad more then likely would never allow for that..even if she wanted Mercy would have to sneak behind them to get what she wanted. And this year it was pups... 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 13/12/16 @ 14:08:55 by Shy**BSS** (#51494) |
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MoeMoe (#65000)
Sweetheart View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-13 12:40:35 |
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SmokeOnTheWater/ LOff!!! (#83166)
Incredible View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-13 17:12:21 |
Aedeian | Female Champion of Genosses |2 1/2 Years | Den | Alpha Roman, Beta Mercy, Beta Vlad Aedeian, who had been lounging around the outskirts of the den after a recent hunt, overheard the Beta, Mercy, and the Alpha discussing what sounded like a tournament of sorts. "A tournament?" she asked out loud, climbing to her feet and approaching the small group of wolves. She made sure to bow her head to her Alpha, keeping her muzzle below Roman's at all times as protocol called for. "May I ask what kind of tournament you are debating, Alpha?" She asked respectively, rising from her crouch to sit beside the Beta, her own fiery coat a stark contrast to the older she-wolf's white and silver blue tones. She got along with her, which was more than she could say for the rest of the pack. She was still considered a loner, a rogue, by most of them. The few that did welcome her, which was only Mercy, Roman - even Vlad was still wary of her - and a few others, had witnessed her abilities as a prized warrior and hunter, and had accepted her new status as Champion, although she knew the Alpha was still keeping an eye on her. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Kuma ™ (#16165)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-14 00:22:23 |
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Kelshand (#19565)
Ill-Natured View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-14 02:01:20 |
Vladimir | Male | 5 | Beta of Genosses Ivories would gladly seek out Roman’s thick ruff in kind, returned infliction similar in method with shaking jowls and affectionate licks following after. Distant noises of a closely matched brawl would instigate urges to expend energy through physical exertion but Vlad hesitated, knowing instinctively that there were more important manners in need of addressing. Perhaps a brotherly spar soon after though. As if on cue, Roman would reiterate the need for other skills. ”This late afternoon perhaps? I have witnessed a group of elk within the territory this morning with a weak elder lagging behind.” Vlad would respond, noting his early morning escapade before the pack had woke. A mature elk would keep the group well-fed for several days, allowing the group to nurture any injuries they would sustain at the mention of a tournament. ”Ahh yes, a tournament will do us well brother.” his voice would spill, clear excitement of brawling apparent in his tone. The large male was aware of his sister’s entry before she made any effort to speak. The smell of her own estrus would happen soon, making him uneasy about the idea of his sister seeking a worthy sire to potential offspring. There were few males to choose between currently, at least none that Vlad would consider a worthy sire, though would he ever be open to the idea? Probably not. Still, he knew Mercy had her own needs and wants, and she was also able to make her own decisions in the long run. The realization relaxed him little, if at all, and he made a mental note to make the other males aware of how hard the task would be while Vlad was awake at least. Tufted ears swiveled to padding feet in approach, yellowed line of sight watching as two females entered the den’s entrance. They must have been near enough to be eavesdropping on the conversation and his emotions were torn with how to react with their entry. Should he be glad that they were so observant and overjoyed at the thought of a tournament? Or should he be agitated that the two females had interrupted what could be thought of as a meeting of authoritative figures only? Nevertheless, he managed to remain neutral in his actions somehow, knowing full well Roman would make the ultimate decision of what had really happened. A low rumbling growl extended towards the two faes, Aedeian and Silk, mainly in acknowledgment of their presence as well as a reminder of rank. There was actually no aggression intended, merely a dominant tick the brute acted on second nature. Vlad’s nostrils seared with all the overpowering hormones of susceptible females, his head beginning to swim in ache. Woolen tail twitched at its end, explicit thoughts rolling continuous in his brain. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 14/12/16 @ 09:41:25 by Kelshand (#19565) |
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Soltero [G2 Cinn Pie] (#9059) Demonic View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-14 02:37:44 |
Chest became immediately swollen with pride as a number of his wolves displayed interest, an acknowledging word extended to each in turn. Towards Mercy first, "Of course!" he'd chime, unbelieving of the question. Since when had Roman ever declined the chance of a fight? He lived for them! "We'll start at ze bottom juss like everyone else." he'd continue, excitement causing for an accent to reappear. It was in this moment that an obvious chill rode the male's spine, both skull and upper body shaken in response before his Kingly stance was recollected. "Spars that include all our wolves," he'd respond towards Aedeian next, his golden hues switched her direction as they seemed to bore deeper than just the she-wolf's face. She was attractive; but then again, when wasn't a female during this season. Still though.. "You loose, you watch. You win, you move on. Ze winner will be deamed... a Champion." It would be the first time a male or female wolf accepted this title within their ranks. There was a possibility that Roman would loose some wheres in this competition, but surely his good sportsmanship would shine in this moment of failure. After all, a spar was far different than a fight to the death. And these would only be to submission. "Ayeee," he'd speak Silk's direction now, eyelids drooping as her pungent stench was once again filtered through the male's sensitive nasals. A single ear flicked backward, swiftly followed by its brother before both spun back into a forwards face. This action perhaps hinted towards a feeling of uncertainty. He still hungered for the beauteous, obsidian harlot. Although reserves had already been spent this day, the future looked bright. Her Alpha would definitely be looking forward to seeing the results of her participation in their tournament. To actually settle for one female? This thought was lost on Roman. That wouldn't stop him from crowning a Queen though, a maiden loyal to himself only but the duties of devotion not properly shared. What the future held was unknown. .. .. Facial snapped Vlad's direction when food was mentioned again, the Caesar's own gut still sore from the lack of substance withdrawn. Perhaps it was time to dismiss himself then, to partake of the pack's meat supply. "How about tomorrow," he'd try to persuade his kin. He was tired, told not by posture but simply suggested by his activeness today. A fight, some love making, ... yea. No doubt Ase and Rajat would also be worn. "Unless you'd like to both construct and lead this party, brother?" Oh, there was that I guess. Roman could always hold down the fort while the spar was ongoing, and take care of any business with the other wolves whom remained. BUT THEN AGAIN, the hunt could always wait until morning. Roman padded towards the den's entrance, expecting bodies to part ways for his own, though he paused so that a questionable stare could continue in the direction of his beloved kin. He awaited an answer. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Shy (#51494)
Remarkable View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-14 07:14:11 |
• Mercy | Beta Female of Genosses | 5 years | Location: Den Aedeian would come to rest beside the silver beta. Mercy quite favored the young female, perhaps even treating her more of daughter then pack mate. There was great potential in her, which was why she was ranked as a worthy. Though this might have caused tension between others in the pack. However with the talk of a tournament, it was possible another would rise to that rank. Ears would shift to pick up both the sound of paws, and the fight that continued outside. The wolf's scent would be identified as Silk, an oynx fae that apparently liked to eavesdrop on conversations. Eyes would roll as Silk spoke, making sure that it had gone unnoticed by anyone but herself. Vlad would throw out the idea of a hunt, after the matter of the tournament had been settled. The packs supply was running low, and while it could wait until the next morning, it would be unknown of the herd of elk would have moved on in the night. I can lead a hunt. As long as Vlad, and Silk come along we should have enough power between us to take out a lame elder, or even a fawn" 0 players like this post! Like? |
