Arista

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Anything involving a forest was a splendid idea.

Voicing his agreement with a soft yip, Byrce raced forward and nudged Zane’s side playfully he did so. Their secret escape route would lead them close to the path that would take them towards the direction Thea had suggested, his own Kingdom was further east which he was thankful for. As he reached the tunnel-like path he heard a far-off howl, his ears twitching as he recognized the tone. His siblings shared his ability to shift though they couldn't control it as easily as he yet, Andrea it seemed wanted to know where he was.

Crawling onto his belly he easily wiggled through the opening, immediately shaking himself when he came free on the other side. Sitting on his haunches while he waited, Byrce focused on his surroundings with alertness. He was in charge of both Thea and Zane once leaving the kingdom, he was always on guard for threats. Ears and nose twitching as sounds and scents drew his attention towards the canopy of trees he can see, Byrce rose to his paws and yipped softly as he waited to begin their adventure. He fell silent when his stomach gave a loud tumble, a snort escaping him as he remembered he'd been denied food due to being late for his meetings that morning. Golden eyes focused on the trees, his tail twitching as he felt a familiar breeze of frigid air gently billowing against his fur. He hadn't shown or told Thea yet about his new ability yet, a wolfish-grin spread across his features as he envisioned how it would go.

Maybe the rumors of werewolves being part mages were true, Byrce hadn't heard of anyone else in his Pack being able to control an element. Shaking his form to dispel the small ice-crystals that were coating his grey-black fur, Byrce focused instead on quelling the sudden urge to release a burst of ice. It hadn't even been a week yet since he found out, his control was weak unless he was completely focused. He hoped his friends would join him soon, his stomach seemed intent on consuming his spine from how suddenly starving he was.

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@Siaya Dragalorn Thanks for the information :D I was half-asleep and kinda typed it without my brain being fully there x3 I always understood the difference but sometimes I kinda forget so this was helpful, I'll change what I had to "town" instead of "village" so it fits ^^

And no worries, I don't mind waiting for responses :)

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Two familiar heartbeats were what awoke Byrce from his sleep. His ears flick as another gust of air passed around them, his nose testing the scents in the air. Thea’s heart was slow and yet oddly fast for a human, Zane’s heartbeat matched his own. Tail flicking as it slowly uncovers his face, Byrce uncurls from his position with a yawn. A paw lifts to rub at his eyes, his muscles stretching as he allows himself to fully wake up. Rising to his paws with another yawn, Byrce glanced at his friend and her companion before offering a soft bark in greeting.

Moving forward to rub his nose against Thea’s cheek -a greeting as much as a way to see her squeak- Bryce stilled just inches from her when he caught a faint smell of rain. It had no particular smell despite being something of nature, snorting softly he gave his silent greeting to his friend. His greeting to Zane was to rub his cheek against the wolf's head, an instinct that his wolf seemed happy to give. Sitting on his haunches and debating for a moment, he tilted his head and taped his tail twice against the grass below him. What will we do? Was meant by the gesture, even though he couldn't speak they had a way of communicating that left others confused.

He didn't care what they did, so long as he didn't have to return home until later. A lecture would be in store and he'd rather not fade his father until his own temper had calmed, nothing ever came from two angry Alpha’s quietly arguing with one another. Head tilted up to the sky Byrce took another sniff of the air, only to sneeze when the floral scents or the garden invaded his scenes. Shaking his form until he felt the last reminisce of sleep fade, Byrce turned and chuffed softly as he decided on where to go. Heading to the town would be fun in terms of seeing the items that were being sold, it also seemed boring in terms of he was always on edge around others. Funny considering how big his Pack was, maybe Thea would be up for exploring the forest in the east?

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@Siaya Dragalorn This is the only public RP I have so it shouldn't be an issue since I'll most likely check, so I think we're good on that hand :D

I can't wait to see how this progresses though ^<^

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@Siaya Dragalorn No worries! Hope my post is fine :) and your history about the Werewolves was just perfect! :D

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“You're at the age where mating is a possibility. In time you'll have to take over and having a mate-” Byrce cut his father off mid-sentence with a snarl, the library they were in echoed the sound around them. He had been awake since dawn dealing with whatever his father asked, he had no desire to hear the lecture once more. Fingers flexing at his sides in an attempt to regain his anger, Byrce exhaled and spun on his heel to face the row of large glass windows. Other members of his Pack move around the grounds with either family or friends, the young prince taking a moment to simply listen to what was happening around him.

His father didn't give him more than two minutes to just breath.

Even before words filled the air, Byrce was turning to exit the room. His grey cape billowing out behind him as his strides quickly led him to the large oak doors, he stilled with a large hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed. “I need a break Father. I've been up since dawn and haven't been able to even think clearly with all that you've had me doing. Meet this Beta here, have this meeting here- I need peace.” He said through gritted teeth, his body tensing as his father's fingers squeezed against his shoulder in a silent warning.

“You have a responsibility to your Pack-” Byrce yanked away from the grasp that held him, his hand shoving the doors open with enough strength that they collided with the stone walls. His shift came easily enough as he ran down the hall, his father's enraged voice filling the halls behind him. Reaching the staircase that led to the first floor, Byrce allowed himself to shift just as he catapulted over the wooden banister. He landed gracefully on his paws a moment later, the maids that had been passing through the foyer stilling at his appearance. “Byrce! You will listen to me!-” His father's voice was the trigger that sent him running once more, his maw parting to allow a wolfish grin to overtake his features as he exited the main doors and took a right. It was easy to find the secret pathway that allowed both he and Thea to enter or escape as they wanted, after lowering himself on his belly and moving through the passage he rose and shook himself.

The fresh air was like a balm to his anger and exhaustion. Inhaling through his snout, Byrce flicked his ears as the sounds of the forest filled the air. He took off a moment later and found his body relaxing the further away from his kingdom, he adores his family but he's at his limits with how much he can take. He reaches Thea’s kingdom a half-hour later, his tongue lolling out of his maw as he pants for breath. His tail and ears flick as he nears the wall where a similar passage has been since years ago, he lowers himself and easily enters the grounds. His feet carry him forward in a slow trot, his sense of smell guiding him towards his favourite place within his friends home. The garden is in full blown even with the slight change in temperature, nearing a dark oak tree that still needed to grow Byrce settled himself with a huff. Nosing at the fallen leaves while he waited for his breath to return, the young prince settled more comfortably on his belly. He wasn't sure what Thea was doing but he didn't mind waiting, the smell of roses and the faint smell of food lulling him into a daze. His body curled into a ball as his tail came up to cover his snout and eyes, a yawn large enough to snap his jaw overtaking him for a moment. He settled his head atop the pile of leaves, Byrce allowed his eyes to close and felt sleep tug at his mind.

He wondered what they would do today, his mind going blank as the breeze around him carried scents groom the kingdom in lazy circles. @Siaya Dragalorn

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Full Name: Byrce Grimm Vukasin

Age: 21. Exiled at 20.

Exiled for: A year and a month

Race: Alpha Werewolf

Heritage: The oldest son of the current leaders of their Pack. Legends say that the Vukasin wolves have been around for five centuries, no proof has arisen so those are mostly rumors. Hushed whispers sometimes state that a wolf mated with a mage and because of that some wolves were born with magic dominant within them. No one can say for sure if that is true.

General Appearance: He appears like his mother except for his emerald green eyes that he inherited from his father. He's of slender build with muscles hidden beneath the clothes he wears, he's tall at 5’8”. His eyes darken to a mossy-green when he's angry or uneasy, when he's exhausted they appear hazel or even grey. His skin tone is lighter than most wolves, no matter how long he's out in the sun he never tans though he doesn't mind. His shifted form varies only in the color of his eyes and the size he appears as. His eyes are golden and he's twice as big as the wild wolves that habitat the forests. His fur is a mixture of grey and black, his tail ebony in color while his underbelly was a mixture of white and grey.

Clothes worn: When he was a part of his Pack he wore robes of different shades of grey and black. After his exile he wears simple and yet comfortable clothes, loose shirts and pants that were easy to move in. Though he rarely shifts from his wolf form nowadays, he makes sure to keep a change of clothes in the trees near where he lives.

Abilities: Full-shift: Werewolves are able to complete the shift only if they have practice and are related to someone who's completed it. Neither of his parents are able to shift fully, the only thing that changes are the color of their eyes. At first it hadn't been easy to shift forms, it wasn't until his grandmother his told him the secret that he was able to change freely.
Magic: He's kept this to himself except for his grandparents that have visited him after his exile. He's able to create ice at will, something that was rare and extremely hard to do when he first found it about his ability. He can form ice from the air or any surface of water, his breath always creating a white puff even in the heat of summer.
Enhanced senses/strength: Rarely will he shift unto his human form, he's grown accustomed to being able to sense everything around him. He's able to smell things for a large distance away, his hearing is just as good that he can hear a rumble of thunder from miles away. He's never had to use his strength except for those times he's had to fight other animals larger than him, though the mere sight of him usually sent anything fleeing.

Weakness: Wolfsbane: A flower that is poisonous to his kind, even humans are warned to stay away from it. The flower blooms were werewolves are and the smell of it is enough to give him a headache. He was forced to ingest it when he'd been taken and from that he'd been immobile and weak for a week. Healing: Usually Were’s can heal any wound within minutes, the only times it took longer were when wounds were continuously applied or when hunger of exhaustion were at their peek. Feral wolves: There are two types of Were’s, those that were bitten and those that were born wolf. The bitten wolves had a higher chance of going feral if they weren't watched during a full moon, born wolves are able to maintain their humanity with more ease when they have an anchor -someone to bring them back from the brink of losing their mind-.

Weapon: His ability of ice. He can form a barrier at will or clones of wolves to aid him when in trouble. He can form a wolf-like mist armor that could hold against swords and other Were’s, it can't hold against fire magic for more than a couple of minutes.

Personality: Will describe in the roleplay.

Ticks/tags: Ticks: When he's anxious he'll curl his upper lip in a silent snarl, his tail ramrod straight. Pacing back and forth when restless or is unable to sleep. Tags: After being thrown out like trash after being taken, he's more prone to fidgeting. He's not sure what they did to his right hind leg but it throbs when it rains or he's on his feet for too long.

Fears: Not being able to find Thea. Byrce fears losing his mind to his wolf when he's lost in anger or old memories from his time within a sterile white room.

Family: Parents: Alpha Ryde and Alpha Kiera
Siblings: Andrea (16) and Isaac(12)

Short bio: He'd learn from a young age that he was special. He was taught that humans and mages were beings that he was to be cautious of. He was six when he began to notice the diminishing number of his packmates, how tense his parents were with each person that went missing. Meeting the royal family to sign a treaty had confused him, his mother had explained to him that it would help their packmates so no one else went missing anymore. He met their daughter and despite his initial wariness of her, he found himself warming up as time passed.

She was the first to see his Full-shift. He had only been ten when it had happened and it had been a surprise to everyone. His parents had taken him home that day and had explained to him what Alpha, Beta and Omega meant. He found out that night that he was an Alpha, which would explain why he'd been able to shift. From then on he could be found running around the Althanes’ kingdom full wolf, everyone relaxed after the first few times. Years passed after that and Byrce barely had time to see his friend, his time was spent dealing with his parents pressuring him to chose a mate.

The day they came for Thea was the day Byrce found out about his ability. He managed to injure one of the men before a blow to the head momentarily stunned him, the next thing he knew something was being shoved down his throat. He awoke to a burning agony that he couldn't escape no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't put up a fight when they came to collect him. He wasn't sure just when he'd been thrown out or where he was, all he knew was that his hind leg refused to hold his weight and his body ached all over. When he finally made it home he didn't have time to relax, he was immediately tackled to the ground by the guards.

He was exiled that day without a chance to see his parents, the one that had given the order had been an Elder he had learned to obey. He managed to reach a forest that seemed to glow even in the darkness of night. He came to the next morning when a warm hand running down his side and the smell of pine filling his nose. His grandparents took care of him and made sure his leg healed as best as it could, his ears managing to catch the faint words of “Wolfsbane poisoning” before darkness took him under again. He began searching after he'd been given the okay by his grandfather, he still keeps searching when he's able to.

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