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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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Soltero [G2 Cinn Pie] (#9059) Demonic View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-26 05:45:40 |
TIME SKIP; One Week-The hunting Party had returned; -30% & critters = Pack starts 'Well Fed'. - The pack has been rallied with talk of the Tournament. Wolves have been told to Report to the Alpha or Beta for your opponent's name. You must learn from their mouths' for your character to know who they are against. Alpha and Betas ICly[In Character] know. See below. [Refer to Tournament Brackets for rules and opponents.] (Please direct Questions/Concerns to MAIN CHAT) - When to move your posts to The Pit? .. Move your posts to The Pit Thread JUST before your fight starts. [Example for Post for the Main Rp Thread] The wolf looked at his appointed rival, a grin slipping 'cross already bloodied lips. "Well then," he'd chime, front lowering to sport a well-formed play bow, inviting the other to move first. "To submission, then." [This post is ALLOWED in the Main Thread, but any posts following will be made in THE PIT!] [Aka: Any post mentioning real action.] - No WAITING for the other wolf to attack first. It's a first come first serve. It one wolf says, "You first.." then YOU'RE FIRST, no arguing X X "No, why don't you start." X X - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Season/Weather - Not much has changed. This isn't a very lengthy time skip. The ground is still covered in a slush-like substance, but the pack has done a find job with clearing said substance from The Pit area. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Where is Roman (Because entrance post, blarg. Busy bee.) - Sitting Mid-yard. Looks anxious, ready to get a move on. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 26/12/16 @ 12:46:45 by Soltero (#9059) |
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Sweetheart View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-26 09:57:39 |
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Wolflord; G2 tobi (#17200)
Bone Collector View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-26 14:04:40 |
Tyrael Male / 3 / Brawler Mentions: OPEN Location: Just outside the border ---> Courtyard The two-pelted male had taken a week to move a days walk. He had stopped, his body refusing to move until rest was given to the over-used muscles. Though this time he had allowed it, a week later he felt... rejuvenated! His sprain had nearly vanished, only a unnoticeable limp in it's place rather then the awkward shuffle-like walk he had. The cuts into his legs were completely gone, as were the brambles, the male having chomped completely through them and discarding them away. Now he sat outside the border, breathing in the scents of his long lost friends! Weeks had passed since he last seen them, his original scent replaced with; old blood, dirt, dead animal and various other scents that had clung to him after he had his most recent dip in a stream. Usually the two-faced male smelt strongly of pine and salt water, due to his origins of which the entire pack smelt something like that due to location. Tyrael gave a sharp yip, it was probably not heard from the inner workings of the territory but now he'd make his way towards the strongest smells. Many new ones floated among the ones he'd recognize anywhere, his eyes fluttered slightly. Ah, that time of year again! He had a skip in his step, a slight bounce every other footfall. This male was excited that much could be seen! His tail was up high in the air, not in dominance oh no. Pure excitement shone brightly in the males eyes for once, shaking himself off and ridding himself of any debris before finding a small stream to roll in. Hopefully uncovering his long since hidden scent, but alas only part of it was revealed out into the air. The wind carrying his scent towards the courtyard which he swiftly approached. His mix-matched eyes glimmered until he was right up on the courtyard, falling into old habits and dropping his happy expression, his body seeming to droop noticeably. He gave a sharp woof, it was deeper then it usually would have been, it was a woof of greeting something he use to do when he was with Romanus and the gang. He stepped into the light of the courtyard, head raising up from the lowered position, eyes seeking out his buddy, "I wish to speak with Romanus!" There was an excitement to his voice, only slightly detectable though. His tail swung once, twice, three times as mix-matched eyes connected with the alpha. He quite literately bounced in place, paws picking up before he moved forwards a few steps. Always staring at the males chin in case the other didn't immediately recognize him. How would the new pack members react to his sudden bursting in of pack territory and demanding company with the alpha? He didn't know, but if it was a fight they wanted it was a fight they'd get! The three year old all to happy to draw blood and show he was a member of the pack. His body showed anything but aggression though he'd flip on a dime. The two-pelted male lifted his muzzle to the air slightly, taking deep intakes of breath. Many scents filtered through his nose, estrus and other pack members. (Correct me if wrong here) Romanus, Brooke, Aes, (Aedeian , Vlad , Mercy ?) were the immediate smells he knew straight off! His body shook with happiness, though he showed nothing major on the outside. Emotionless as always, though for once his eyes portrayed his single emotion. Tyrael didn't move from his spot mere meters from the alpha, sat there now frozen and waited the reaction of the others. His head tilted ever so slightly, overgrown teeth glinting in the light as he gave the alpha a toothy smile, as always. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 26/12/16 @ 21:05:36 by Wolflord (PM me for Work days) (#17200) |
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Shy (#51494)
Remarkable View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-26 14:25:42 |
 • Mercy | Beta Female of Genosses | 5 years | Location: Courtyard As usual the silver coated babe would sitting in the courtyard. Eyes wandering over the pack as they hustled and bustled about. It would seem the excitement of the tournament was really starting to kick in, leaving the pack in a sort of good spirits and high energy. She herself was ready for her match, Mercy was all but ready to take on the brute Rajat. Though she had yet to say anything to him about their pairing, figuring it would be interesting coming from Roman's mouth. Just as it seemed that the day would continue to remain lazy, a sudden scent and sound would fill her senses. Jumping to her paws the immediate reaction was to curl her lips showing a set of yellow tinged ivories. However something stopped her. One look, and good sniff would confirm why she had stopped. Before she knew it powerful hind legs were sending the shewolf forward. Kicking up debris as she flew towards the brute, only slowing enough to cause their collision to be unpainful. Tail and ears were erect as a signature high pitched whine fled her maw. A sound of happiness for any canine. Especially from one whom you hadn't seen in some time. "Tyrael" words would escape her in rejoicing tone. (If that's not okay I will edit that out) 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Kelshand (#19565)
Ill-Natured View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-26 15:35:30 |
Vladimir | Male | 5 | Beta of Genosses As was typical for the seasoned beta male, he had been awake and patrolling the vast terrain since before the sun had broke the darkness. The morning jaunt had been uneventful for the most part with only sparse appearances of a pair of coyotes needing chasing and a few spooked does. The does had disinterested him due to the wellfed stomach sated by the cow elk from earlier that week. Even though the hunt had been ultimately successful, it had not been without injury. Brief thoughts of Silk stirred in his vibrant memory. He'd be a liar to say he'd not paid the obsidian femme any mind since the hunting excursion. His attention had lingered on her the past few days following her injury by the elk, though discreetly and unnoticiable by even the most observant wolf. Her strength and stoic nature after such a blow had impressed him somewhat, as many wolves would not have been diligent. Still, that's how most wolves should conduct themselves if Vladimir controlled the world. None of this weakness and whining he'd witnessed from several individuals. Selfish complaining was one way to make the brute's blood run hot to boil. Silent feet would pad the beast back towards the direction of the courtyard. Steady pace would falter as a familiar scent would blatantly present itself within his capable and intricate sense of smell. It was not immediately recognized amidst the drifting wafts of estrus that lingered nearby. Deep chest swelled with a sharp intake of air, the inner workings of his nostrils teaming with his brain and all the registered scents stored there over time. A tinge of salty shore would park an immediate correlation; Tyrael. Vladimir was unsure how to react initially, as he had been concerned that the rogue had been mortally wounded and thought the brute dead. Certainly that was not the case with such a living smell of him blowing with the wind. Instinctively, a coarse locator howl parted his ebon jowls, distinctive ring to its hum due to his scar mangled lip. There was no alarm to his howl and this almost relieved tone was distinguisible in its call. Pace jumpstarted to a quicker speed, strides lengthening his elongated figure as he closed the distance to the courtyard. Only a few moments later would the brute arive, thick, starry night fur ruffled from his run. Yellowed orbs would immediately scan the terrain for attendees, spotting his brother and sister first and foremost. Mercy was already embracing the Tyrael he'd assumed was lost and possibly dead. But nevertheless, there the hound stood in all his mismatched glory. A smirk quickly plasted across his scar mangled mug, followed by a loud snarl-bark of favorable greeting. While not as visibly overjoyed as his whining sister, Vladimir was quite happy to see the brute alive and hopefully well. How long had the beast been lost to the pack? Muscular legs drew Vlad towards the gathering group, his merino like tail lifted with obvious interest. "A ghost has come to haunt us!" he'd say, his tone friendly. Orbs would search the chimera brute as he approached, curious of what had kept the male from finding them sooner. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Oops! All Genders! (#36227)
Impeccable View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-26 15:39:33 |
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Wolflord; G2 tobi (#17200)
Bone Collector View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-26 16:24:11 |
Tyrael Male / 3 / Brawler Mentions: Mercy, Vladimir, Calypso, Romanus Location: Courtyard A large white, black tinted, blob flew at him. Dirt flew up behind the creatures legs as it launched towards him. It crashed into him and his body rolled backwards, now laying on his back. The two-faced males immediate response was to snap at the air though upon looking up his tail slammed against the ground, "Mercy!" He'd reply happily. Moving to touch noses if Roman's sister allowed it, he winced slightly at the pressure that had hit his legs but ignored the flaring pain from the still healing wounds. A deep howl echoed from the trees, drawing his gaze that way. His muzzle opening to return the call, Vlad! It had to be! Only one wolf had a hum in it's calls! He gave a gruff bark of greeting back to him, tail swinging behind him. "I'm sorry I didn't return sooner, I kinda sprained my ankle and hit a few rough spots but I made it nonetheless!" The brutes statement of 'a ghost' caused a rare full-blown smile on the two-faced male. A tri-colored fae glided her way towards the gathering group round him, his eyes recognized her though the woman's name slipped his mind. As her tail swiped under his chin he lifted his head away from it with a slight shake, the touch of so many overwhelming his senses but he loved it! It had been so long since he had been in the company of others. "A fair maiden to welcome the knight home I see." He'd play along with the female. His stomach growled quietly at the smell of fresh doe though he ignored it, as he had recently devoured a rabbit. His mix-matched eyes followed the swaying of the females hips before snapping back to his betas. Moving to bump noses with Vlad, again if allowed, as to some they didn't like touch... After the initial greeting he preformed a well-formed bow towards the superiors, though still slightly favoring that injured fore paw. Though most of the injuries had disappeared on the outside, on the inside they were still stitching themselves together and repairing themselves. The, former if not still, brawler shook himself off as he rose to his paws from the bow, looking happily to Roman. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 26/12/16 @ 23:25:13 by Wolflord (PM me for Work days) (#17200) |
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Soltero [G2 Cinn Pie] (#9059) Demonic View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-26 17:47:56 |
(From Phone...) Since morning's arrival the Earth-stained wolf could be found mid-yard, his muscular haunches reined tight against the moist Earth below. Shoulders had been faced outward, chest pushed dominantly forwards, with an alerted gaze casting a to-n-fro scan across the expanse surrounding. It was obvious, even to those not familiar with the battleborn bloke, that this experienced sense of excitement was all too overwhelming. Muscles were drawn taut aside the occassional twitch-like motion that shook him, a pinch of patience being lost with each passing minute. Glands were producing an over abundance of saliva, wetting the dude's lips in an uncontrollable fashion, making him looked crazed. Roman looked.. rabbid. Ready to pounce at any given moment. Rajat's approach did little to settle Roman's nerves; however, words did distract the over stimulated Alpha enough to find his body a release in tension. An answer for the ex-rogue was quickly forged in response. "Mercy," he'd chime -atop a smooth tone- with a forming grin, just as his sterling-colored sibling had made her entrance. Curious eyes were quick to trail her puppish antics, attention drawn towards the mismatched figure in which presently drew Mercy's attention. Could it be? "Ayee," he'd return, an obvious 'yess?' to the mention of Roman's name. A high volumed, though rough toned sound, that was purposed to beckon the lost comrade forwards. Strong hips were quickly collected from the Earth's surface thereafter, with a stationary stance maintained there. In any other circumstance their high-energy Alpha may have barreled through the crowd with jaws wide and seeking flesh in a welcoming mannor; but not today. Today the gargantuan Caesar was fueled by a blood-thirsty fire, a thrist that stretched down to his core. The act of forcing his way through a pile of crowded bodies? This spelled a delivery of painful wounds to each their unsuspecting hides. Again, he was just a bit over stimulated for that now. With every new approaching member becoming more of a distraction for Ty, it wasn't long before Roman's gaze switched momentarily onto Silk. She was more gorgeous than he had previously remembered, but why? Perhaps because she had denied him earlier in the season? ... The time only allowed an acknowledging dip of his nose to be given before attention was refocused where needed. Swiveling ears captured Vlad's distinctive howl... Which only guided Roman's eyes towards Calypso. Her seductive acts were most pleasing; however, Roman would simply not tolerate this flirting with any unworthy male. Brawlers were not blessed with said pleasures, and all would be quickly reminded of that fact! One, two, three lengthy strides would have the Alpha descending upon the duo (Cal and Ty) in a moment's notice, the slush below whirled into a freshly-formed blizzard upon takeoff. The escape of a low, feral growl was purposed to initially state Roman's disapporval, followed by a bold invasion of space that would cause his own hide to brush against the both of them and become an immediate barrier of separation. Regardless of whosever feelings he might have bruised, Roman would most likely slip into a more level-headed state swiftly ever. Acting as though nothing had just happened. "You're just in time for the tournament, Ty." he'd muse through a sinister grin, lips edges turning up further with each passing second until a smile was in full bloom. A tail's wag said that further violence was not threatened, talons gripping the ground with an obnoxious display of anticipation. "Come, let us match up."[find opponents] And just like that, Ty's place in the family would be re-established if the idea was not rejected. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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SmokeOnTheWater/ LOff!!! (#83166)
Incredible View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-26 19:56:01 |
 SourceAedeian | Champion of Genosses | 2 1/2 Years | Location: Courtyard The fiery she-wolf sat by the edge of the courtyard, tail twitching with agitation. The snow beneath her paws had an almost sticky quality, and the feeling of it between her toes was an annoyance to her, her ears, the fur darker there than anywhere else, flicking backwards occasionally with the physical show of emotion. Her dark eyes, the colour of smoky quartz, were almost black and guarded as she observed the wolves continuing about their business among each other in the courtyard. She noticed the exact moment the black, elegant figure of the Brawler Silk entered the courtyard, her coat silky, shiny and beautiful against the greying snow. Aedeian remembered the hunt, remembered the attack from the eldered cow on the black she-wolf, remembered the concern for her fellow packmate after the hunt was over... And she remembered the blunt, aggressive rejection thrown her way. Her ears flicked back to lay flat against her skull, the dark copper and rose gold strands of fur lining the elegant she-wolf's her neck bristling with anger. She had tried to reach out to the Brawler- tried to help her- and she had reacted the same way that Aedeian should have expected. Her father had always said to her that she would not be appreciated, by anyone, and the incident from the week before only seemed to clarify this for her. She remembered the amount of beatings her father at bestowed upon her whenever she tried to care for another, and the mahogany fur lining her spine stood on end, a shiver crawling up her back. A snarl grew in her throat, one that she forced herself to swallow as she saw the Alpha, dread forming a ball in her throat. She didn't want to verse him like this; where her anger would give her the advantage. She had learned from a very young age to hone her emotions into her performance, to not let them control her actions and to keep a calm head in a fight. So watching the strong, sleek muscles of Roman's shoulders, she tried her best to look forward to the fight, for the fun of it rather than to ease the burning ache in her chest and stomach, the stinging pain of rejection and realization of something she had been trying to fight against her whole life. She tried her best, but she knew that the anguish she felt inside would show in her eyes when she faced Roman, and what she didn't know, was that it showed in the way she held herself; ears back, snout low, eyes guarded as she became entranced in her own thoughts, beautiful copper waves of fur doing nothing to hide the tension in her muscles, or the pain in her eyes. And so, the fire-coloured she-wolf sat, secluded from the others as she had always been, waiting for the time to come to fight her new Alpha. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 27/12/16 @ 02:57:06 by SmokeOnTheWater (#83166) |
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Kuma ™ (#16165)
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Wolflord; G2 tobi (#17200)
Bone Collector View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-27 02:15:25 |
Tyrael ~Roman, all around~ -Courtyard- Roman seemed to have called him forwards but each wolf from his past distracted him. His lip curled slightly as a growl filled the air, expecting a challenger to him though the alphas approaching form surprised him. Had the male truly not recognized him? Though as he moved between him and the tri-colored vixen he understood, he looked but didn't touch. He knew better, "A tournament you say?" He woofed out, over grown claws digging into the soil at the prospect of the fight to come. Aedeian sat off to the side, though she seemed not to see him. Which he didn't mind, he was used to not being noticed by now. Though a silky, black furred fae seemed to not appreciate his intrusion, his head turned towards her and gave the female a smile despite her barks and growls his way. "I'm Tyrael!" He'd introduce to all listening, "I lost my way during the migration here, though I'm home now.." He looked forwards to meeting all the new blood. (can we do him last? Or not at all XD Or something i'll be gone the next three days.) 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Kelshand (#19565)
Ill-Natured View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-27 14:20:41 |
Vladimir | Male | 5 | Beta of Genosses Vlad would accept Tyrael’s greeting touch, though perhaps more roughly than anticipated. Slightly worn ivories would seek out the side-ruff of the bicolored brute, though no sudden blood draw was sought, merely a mouthful of fur and skin to give a good shake. Vladimir was not against physical interaction but his methods were typically rowdy and rough. The appearance of a pack member thought to be lost to them but now found again was quite the surprise of the day, and didn’t that initiate some sort of welcome other than a nosebump and hello? Venom tinted orbs scoured the freshly debuted brute for obvious injuries, though he would ultimately determine the damage was from within. ”Good to have you back, then. Best rest up and heal proper before the best of the fighting starts.” he’d offer with a smirk that exaggerated his mangled lip and exposed numerous jagged molars. Vladimir took the initiative to step out of the obvious way for Roman to intervene on Calypso’s audacious flirting invitation. The onyx bloke had disapproved of the suggestive nature the femme portrayed towards Tyrael but chalked it up to the excitement of the sudden surprise appearance. The beta was confident in the male’s quick manner, and knew that Ty would take no time in remembering how procedures worked in Genosses. After a respectful bow offered, Vlad would remain confident in Tyrael’s nature and loyalty and offer no growls or snarled teeth today. But, as always, anything could change in the blink of an eye. He would watch the pack’s individual reactions with keen observance at the new but old arrival, especially as Ty would stand to address them as a whole. Even an idiot could see that Aediean was distracted with a one-track mind and Silk was far from impressed. Twitching tail would sway methodically at his sturdy hocks as his mind mulled over budding thoughts. Pads would knead against the moist dirt beneath them as he finally began to think of the tournament. It appeared many wolves were already paired up, or so he suspected. His brother appeared to be eager to start the initiation of the physical competition and the masculine Beta was suddenly curious of his prospected foe. A snarl-bark of assertion would split his sooty jowls. ”Who wants to play with Vlad?” he’d probe anyone within earshot, bantering tune dripping from his tongue. Same tongue would glide against his teeth in a sweeping lather of satisfaction in the idea of combat. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Sweetheart View Forum Posts Posted on 2016-12-28 09:01:00 |
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