AcaciaMalikov

Wolves of the New World

Aiyana

Had watched the awakening routine of the elder Artorias. Her gentle eyes watching his movements as he stood upon all four lengthy stilts and moulded himself into different stretches before making approach towards her. Aiyana's own head dipped as he sat nearby, a respective gesture as she greeted the wiser and older male. The gentle thoughts of her brother as he glanced about danced through her mind as her lips pulled slightly in a agreeable smile.

As she then glanced about further, eyes trailing over the edges of the forest she'd take a deep breath in, the darkened nasals of hers pulling at ever tidbit of information hovering through the minor breeze the forest provided. "I think it may be time to go and check the territory," she'd think to herself, sights resting upon the still slumbering Tahoma.

Shaking her head lightly, the sound of ears flapping against her cheeks could be heard. Hind legs slowly pushing upwards as she stepped forward and glanced upon her brother and the elder, "I shouldn't be gone for too long," the thoughts traveled lightly as she soon began walking towards the northern edge of the pack's rendezvous sight. This route led towards the river that passed through the Taiga's span, its water cool and refreshing to those who stopped to satisfy thirst.

As she reached the edge of the forest she'd begin winding between the large trucks of the surrounding trees. Her paws lightly crushing the below mulched earth as she moved elegantly and trailed the outskirts of her territory she'd spent so long looking for; ears alerted, tail flagging high behind her and nasals racing as she listened to the fauna going about their daily habits. Her presence startling some, while only catching the attention of others, most knew of a passing wolf to a hunting wolf and some didn't waste energy unless visibly being eyed for lunch.

Aiyana remained unaware as she begun patrol as to what or who was lurking within the territory, her senses on alert as she was ready to face just about anything and deal with any newcomers she may pass, whether friend or foe she always seemed prepared.

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Okami

"Artorias," he'd nod lightly towards the awakening elder. Still rested upon his side and elbows Okami would watch the movements slowly happening around him, little Suki still deep in a slumber as she rolled and wiggled and cried and mouthed about within the spacing of his forelimbs. The sound of life around him keeping his maw baring a grin before he'd focus upon the figure of his sister stating she was going to take her routine of ensuring everything was safe.

He had little to no worries about her being able to defend herself in the chances she passed another wolf or possibly even humans. Okami knew that Aiyana was strong enough to fight back and fast enough to outrun anything coming her way. "I guess I'll stay here with Suki," he'd kid lightly, the mental train of thought drawing him to watching the small bundle of fur he generally pup-sat daily anyway.

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Suki

Had lightly stirred upon the awakening of more of those around her, the sound of them shuffling and interacting making partial sights flutter open for investigation. The sight of the larger, ebony male they called 'Artorias' sitting nearby, made her huff in curiosity before she looked up at Aiyana and then Okami.

As Aiyana begun heading off she'd roll onto her stomach, fore-paws shifting to slide under one of Okami's limbs about her and her chin moved to rest upon that same leg. "Why does she always leave us here?" Suki had thought about this many times before, though Okami never really answered it a way she understood as she watched daily, as the female who'd found and provided her with a sanctuary to grow, left.

The feeling of being abandoned always struck her in these moments, but it usually never lasted long as she'd glance at Tahoma still slumbering and then to Artorias sitting so near. Mini jowls parted as her still youthful milk-teeth bared themselves with that slender snake of flesh curling, she was still tired and ready to pass out again as she shifted all her limbs to press further into Okami's fluffy and warm chest. Head buried in the crook of his elbow as she watched a few birds fly through the seemingly cloudless blue expanse above.

Ink On Your Soul

Victoria Nikitina

"Can you tell me what this says?"

A voice suddenly rung in dozing ears. Victoria was leaning against the door and part of her chair in a slump before she jolted with the voice and eyes quickly fluttered open. The bright coloring of her hues striking the man as he stood in front of her truck. He looked the same as when they'd briefly passed in the park. As he held up his wrist baring the Russian letters towards her she'd reach to hush the barking pup sitting beside her before opening the door and stepping out.

"Victoria Nikitina," she said in audible, yet noticeably hushed tones; her accent clinging to the words heavily as she continued on, "My name is, Victoria Nikitina. It is a pleasure to meet you Dyami," she'd thankfully memorized the name he'd spoken earlier after hearing it repeat in her head multiple times.

As she moved towards him around the bonnet of the ivory vehicle she'd extend her hand in offering of obviously a handshake. The startled pup still sitting in the front seat as she left her door wide open and managed to avoid having him jump out or take off.

"So, you work here?" she'd ask curiously with a quick glance to the large building she'd found herself in front of after almost getting lost.

"Oh and that is Kubik," she'd quickly finish her words off after the little husky barked a few times over at the stranger and herself. He was such an attention hog sometimes, puppies were too cute too resist though; everyone pat him when he begged for it and now he always begged for it no matter where he was. She eventually had to train it out of him, but for now she was too focused on the person in front of her.

Is he human? I can't tell these days, will he care about what I am? What if he thinks I'm a freak? she'd allow quiet thoughts to trail through her mind as she awaited any and every response he gave including every small movement. Being a shifted she had a tendency to pick up behaviors that signified so many underlying motives or emotions, after all she needed to be able to approach some dogs with the knowledge of their possible aggression or passive nature.

@Morte Angelis

Wolves of the New World

@Tip

I've just been waiting for you to hopefully post before I got up my next one.
Though if you are unable to post today I will get one up in the morning to continue the Role-Play.

A New Home; A Lycanthrope/Werewolf RP

Work In Progress
Wanted to check that these are along the right lines / suitable for this Role-Play.

I will edit mate, rank, etc. when necessary and if anything may possibly add / remove bits and pieces.
I'm open to any suitable mate, and will alter Tyrone's profile and also Kleo's as necessary to match the other.

Character Sheet's

Kleo and Tyrone Daniels

Name: Kleo Daniels
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Gender: Female
Age: 27
Rank: Beta Female
Trade: Blacksmith
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Upright Appearance: Around 5'7 and 64.5 kg (142.2 lbs) with particularly pale skin, Kleo sports straight coco-tinted locks that reach about mid-way down her back. Her eyes are a darker amber hue and although she appears to be feminine she still pertains to her career as a hard-working blacksmith with visible muscles; though they were still less obvious than her male counterparts (Reference).
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Canine Appearance: In her canine form Kleo is a bit chunkier than some females muscle wise; she is around 38" tall, 7.4' (2.3 m) from nose to tail and 71.8 kg (158.3 lbs). Her eyes shift to a brighter amber-yellow; her fur is medium length and is tinged a mixed variety of tanned cream through to muddled timber (Reference).
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Personality: Kleo is confident, collected and un-afraid to speak her mind as she stands for what she usually believes in. She's a proud follower when it comes to her alpha/s, but make no mistake she's all for following her own motives if it all boils down to it, she works well in a team and likes to co-operate with her equal/s and superior/s for the best possibly outcome. She's very hard working and enjoys keeping busy to ensure she remains in shape for when she may be needed in any way.
Kleo, although confident, tends to lean to the quiet side at times as well. She will speak up when necessary and then hush up when she's not needed. She's also fairly focused, she's keen on attention and taking her interest in re-shoeing horses, required that she tune in her senses to work on her skills in Blacksmithing.
One last thing, a mother can be dangerous; if someone threatens her young for any reason, even if he's caused some form of damage she'll protect him and can get a bit snappy and aggressive when it comes to him and his safety.
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History: Kleo wasn't born into her current pack, she was born to a pair, Tiffany Daniels and Blake Daniels, who traveled daily and preferred the simple life of just themselves and their work. Tiffany and Blake had multiple children, Kleo and her two brothers, Tristan and Luke, and their two younger siblings; Leah and Gabe. Kleo, as she aged, couldn't help but enjoy the interaction she had with others outside her family, she enjoyed being a part of something bigger and having a say in what happened. At the age of about 19, though she appeared fully mature, she set off on her own, leaving her family behind in search of something greater. She traveled endlessly for weeks if not months passing pack by pack who were unsuited to her needs.
At around the age of 21 she found the Blue Ridge Pack, it seemed quaint enough for her and she settled to spend her life among them. At 24 she had a single child; a son in which was named, Tyrone Daniels, though she hopes to provide another child or two in the future, she thrives on her career and raising her current young (Slot open for a mate who doesn't mind having a 3 year old child).
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Extra?: While enjoying her work as a blacksmith, Kleo enjoys spending days sketching or off taking a stroll through the scenery. She's not much a fighter, but she knows how to go after something she wants and will defend what she cares about most until the end.

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Name: Tyrone Daniels
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Gender: Male
Age: 3
Rank: Pup
Trade: Nuisance
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Upright Appearance: Constantly growing, it's hard to tell exactly how big Tyrone will grow. He's only 3 in reality, but he currently looks about 5 years old, with silky, flaxen hair. His eyes are a striking blue contrasting brightly against his own mothers (Reference).
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Canine Appearance: As in his upright appearance, Tyrone is still growing. He appears to have lanky legs and broader shoulders than female pups of his age. Tyrone's fur appears a light timber tone, almost faded in some areas to a gentle cream (Reference No.1 + Reference No. 2).
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Personality: Tyrone is a very out going little character, he runs off quite quickly and is eager to do everything and anything. If his mother is working he'll be bouncing about with energy and boredom; if not scaring the horses her mother works with on occasion, or even watching and learning how she does her work. Tyrone will interact with just about anyone unless he feels he shouldn't, in which case they could quite easily think he was a mute. Tyrone also seems to be very passionate to learn, always listening and watching what others of his kind are doing.
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History: Well, what much else is there to say, Tyrone lives with his mother Kleo Daniels and seems to be quite the confident little fellow as he grows among those in the Blue Ridge Pack. He knows no other life and walks, talks and gets on the nerves like any human child, minus the increased growth and developmental rate.
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Extra?:

Lycanthrope/Werewolf Pack Roleplay

@Aspen Wren

I'm going to drop my CS's here just to check if they are running along the correct lines. If not I'm happy to alter and edit them as necessary.

*EDIT:- Will move this to the OOC instead now that I've realized it's up. Hahah.

AcaciaMalikov + Guess Who [1x1]

Acacia 'Ace' Malikova
&
Truth

Acacia listened to Ryan quietly, she'd pick up on his slight dislike of the cold meat though too tired still from her day yesterday she'd barely register it and didn't offer him the use of the oven to possibly heat it up. As he mentioned he had nothing of worth at his crashed vehicle she'd nod and return to finishing her mouthful before responding, "Alright, well I need supplies before dinner as I have nothing to feed myself or her," she say the last part gesturing towards the drooling canine.

As she tossed yet another piece at Truth she'd glance at the door and placing her plate on the couches armrest she'd slowly rise to both feet flinching lightly when pressure was placed upon the punctured ankle. Looking around the small cabin once more she'd begin heading towards the door with almost hushed tones of Russian accent emerging parted lips, "I know you probably want to go off and find something better anyway," The words aimed at the wolf who devoured the small chunk of rabbit meat before pacing behind Acacia and puffing a gentle breath, eyes drifting to the human before she suddenly took off into the open field heading straight for the thick forestry.

Smiling after the free creature she'd head back to the couch at a slow pace, ankle still sore. "If you're fine with it, we could probably go once your finished," grabbing her plate as she spoke she'd move for the kitchen once again to clean it while eating the last chunk of food.

Lycanthrope/Werewolf Pack Roleplay

@Aspen Wren

I may possibly be interested. ^-^
This sounds like it could be fun.

Wolves of the New World

@Tip

That's not a problem. If it's easier to play a female you can change to a possibly beta female character. But that's if it is in anyway a hassle to play a male, but, I'm happy to let you continue and practice.

Feral Wolf RP Idea - Int Chck

~*Le Bump*~

Still Open and Accepting.

Wolves of the New World

@Tip

That sounds good. You're more than welcome to make up a post with Tahoma waking up etc and anything else you'd like to incorporate and I'll get up another post tomorrow.