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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 5, 2017 15:19:32 GMT -5
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Post by anormallife on Nov 5, 2017 15:27:06 GMT -5
Hey c:
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 5, 2017 15:49:02 GMT -5
Hi x3
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Post by anormallife on Nov 5, 2017 16:13:39 GMT -5
So time to post some descriptions?
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 5, 2017 16:18:55 GMT -5
Yes you can go ahead, but mine will come later cause I'm busy rn and won't have much time to think up a description until later.
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Post by anormallife on Nov 5, 2017 16:24:37 GMT -5
Alrighty, I was wondering how old are our characters going to be?
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Post by anormallife on Nov 5, 2017 17:43:27 GMT -5
August Bryant Description: He stands at about 6’4” with an athletic build covered in lean muscles with broad shoulders. Has naturally medium white skin but is tanned to a light brown. His skin is mostly free of scars but there is a few small ones here and there. Has thick, shaggy, semi-long dark brown hair that he is continuing to grow out and usually pushes back away from his face. Doesn’t have a beard but his face is covered in slight scruff that he tries to keep trimmed down. Has an oval face shape and high cheekbones. He has dark brown hooded eyes surrounded by dark lashes and thick eyebrows. Wolf form - His wolf form is big and muscular. His pelt a dark brown color ,that is close to black, and dark eyes to match.
(Here is a quick description, just kept it to physical appearance because I'm too lazy at the moment to go into personality and such.)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 5, 2017 18:10:31 GMT -5
Would early/mid 20's do?
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Post by anormallife on Nov 5, 2017 18:11:39 GMT -5
Let's go with like mid-twenties
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 5, 2017 19:35:45 GMT -5
(Here I hope this is ok)
Mason Roberts ~A shorter height of 5'5, his build on the slender side though he has some muscle on him. Skin color consists of light, chocolate brown skin that's smooth and soft except for the raised, scarred skin on his right leg. An old, scarred over mauling from his father's wolf form for reasons unknown except between them. Mason has a rather innocent, almost boyish gace, though his looks are deceptive sometimes when it comes to his personality. His hair consists of a bed of dark-brown, super soft curls, and eyes are a rather pretty hazel. ~His wolf form is a small frame and slender build with lighter, chocolate-brown fur and the same hazel eyes. His right hindleg is missing fur and looks a little deformed, and this hinders his movement slightly.
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Post by anormallife on Nov 5, 2017 19:40:37 GMT -5
(Looks fine to me c: I'll add a wolf form with mine as well)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 5, 2017 19:45:10 GMT -5
(Okay :3 How should we start the rp? Maybe when they're first being introduced? After the finalized deal of gifting the Alpha the Omega wolf as a peace offering?)
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Post by anormallife on Nov 5, 2017 19:47:08 GMT -5
(Yeah, that sounds like a good place to start)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 5, 2017 19:48:35 GMT -5
(Mk, do you have a preference of starting with them as wolves or humans?)
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Post by anormallife on Nov 5, 2017 19:52:43 GMT -5
Nope, I'd be okay with either one)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 5, 2017 20:00:03 GMT -5
(Okay, I'll start out with them as wolves)
It was about midday, and the sun shone in the sky and over a clearing in a small forest-like area that bordered the back of a large home. And sitting in that clearing was a hulking black wolf, behind him sat a small collection of other wolves. In the circle they had created was a rather unhappy, chocolate-brown whiner that kept asking why the f*ck he was there. "Hush!" one of the males surrounding him barked, nipping his side. The brown wolf yelped and shuffled away slightly. Was the Blackmoon Pack finally going to feed him to some nut? He was the only Omega after all, and his mother always said that they could do without his weak self. The thought made him whimper softly and settle submissively onto his belly, paws tucked under him as they all waited for whatever was supposed to meet them behind their "HQ", if you may.
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Post by anormallife on Nov 5, 2017 20:06:04 GMT -5
(Alright, sounds good. I need to eat dinner but I'll respond when I get back)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 5, 2017 20:13:53 GMT -5
(Okie :3)
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Post by anormallife on Nov 5, 2017 21:13:46 GMT -5
(Okay, I'll start out with them as wolves) It was about midday, and the sun shone in the sky and over a clearing in a small forest-like area that bordered the back of a large home. And sitting in that clearing was a hulking black wolf, behind him sat a small collection of other wolves. In the circle they had created was a rather unhappy, chocolate-brown whiner that kept asking why the f*ck he was there. "Hush!" one of the males surrounding him barked, nipping his side. The brown wolf yelped and shuffled away slightly. Was the Blackmoon Pack finally going to feed him to some nut? He was the only Omega after all, and his mother always said that they could do without his weak self. The thought made him whimper softly and settle submissively onto his belly, paws tucked under him as they all waited for whatever was supposed to meet them behind their "HQ", if you may. A few moments later at the other side of the clearing a large dark brown wolf, flanked by two of the wolves from his own pack, emerged from the brush and approached the others. Once close enough to speak the large wolf stopped and so did the two beside him. He glanced around at the others in the clearing, unable to see Mason at the moment, before letting his gaze fall on the other alpha in front of him. "So I have been told that you have something for me. A peace offering of sorts?" he questioned in a deep voice.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 5, 2017 21:48:22 GMT -5
The giant black wall of a wolf simply flicked an ear. "Yes. I've... caught wind of your preferences, and would like to offer you my son to show that I'm willing to pay much to stop further bloodshed." He turned to his pack members, who moved out of the way just as Mason stood up to try and leave. Two larger males blocked his way, and he turned to growl "You can't seriously believe I'll roll onto my back for some arrogant-" The small wolf flinched at his father's glare, lowering himself again, though he had an angry glint in his hazel eyes. His father simply turned to the other alpha. "Would you like to come take a look at him? He's a little disrespectful, but I'm sure you can squash that on your own time."
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Post by anormallife on Nov 5, 2017 22:52:07 GMT -5
The other alpha was willing to offer his own kin to stop the bloodshed? He must be pretty serious about all of this. August watched curiously as the pack members parted showing the omega, who was trying to leave. And he even had audacity to call an alpha arrogant. This omega was interesting to say the least, enough so to make him consider the peace offering. August nodded at his invitation. "I'll take a look." he said to him and approached. He eyed Mason curiously as he walked up and slowly circled him to get a good look at him. He was a little on the small side, but his coat was nice, except for maybe the spot on his leg. And his eyes were quite nice as well. Once he was done looking he walked back over to where he stood before and faced the other alpha.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 5, 2017 23:14:02 GMT -5
Mason still looked unhappy as August walked over, not caring to look up at him to risk disrespect and somehow screw things up like he always managed to. His hazel eyes remained on the soft grass as his father spoke "Well, what say you? Will you accept the offer?" Mason clenched his jaw. His father treated the whole ordeal as if he expected it to be brief, not wanting his son either way. If he had longer ears, they'd be drooping. Attention turning on something else, he looked over at August, but not looking directly at his eyes, more so going over his larger, more muscular form. Lucky. Everyone would prefer the alpha's company over a lowly omega.
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Post by anormallife on Nov 5, 2017 23:33:17 GMT -5
August glanced between the other alpha and the omega before him as he quickly thought the offer over in his head. Yes, he was looking for a mate, but he wasn't really thinking about the omega. He was more of thinking about what would happen if he accepted. The fighting would stop, at least for now, and that was something that both sides needed at the moment. Especially with word going around of other threats lurking about in the woods. Eventually August nodded to answer his question. "Yes, I will accept your offer."
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 5, 2017 23:53:40 GMT -5
Mason made a noise similar to a groan, which ended in a yelp when he was nipped again. His father simply sat where he was as two females (that also looked big compared to Mason) flanked his son and walked him away from the males and over to August. Normally, a low-ranking wolf would at least sniff at an alpha, and potential mates would show at least some interest, but he just kept his head down, and even showing purposeful lack of interest and laying back down on his paws. His father snorted. "He's yours to deal with now, thank goodness."
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Post by anormallife on Nov 6, 2017 0:18:27 GMT -5
August watched as Mason was brought over to him. The other wolf clearly didn't seem happy about this, but it didn't much look like he had a say in it anyways. He turned his attention back to the Alpha and chose to ignore the remark about Mason. "I thank you for the peace offering." he said with a respectful bow of his head. "A deal is a deal and the bloodshed shall cease. I shall be taking my leave now." August then turned and started to walk out of the clearing, signaling to the two wolves he brought with him to bring his prize with them. "On your feet Omega." one of the other wolves ordered, not resorting to using force with Mason just yet.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 6, 2017 7:59:44 GMT -5
Mason glanced back to see his former pack had already left. Grumbling, he looked to the male that spoke to him, growling slightly before getting up, his bag leg causing him to use a little effort. Following after August, he found himself trailing behind him a bit, not walking beside or especially in front of him. The omega also had tons of questions, finally asking after a few minutes "So, what's going to happen to me? I'm going to be at the bottom of the ladder right?" That's how it usually was for an omega, which he'd been forced to be after the damage to his leg.
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Post by anormallife on Nov 6, 2017 21:18:37 GMT -5
(Hello c: )
August continued on walking and the two wolves with him followed while keeping their eyes on Mason. He let his mind wander as he walked, thinking about what will happen now and the consequences of accepting the other alpha's offer. Some members of the pack definitely aren't going to like it, but what he did was for the best. Well at least he thought so. The sound of the Omega's voice brought him out of his thoughts, and he answered without looking back at him. "I'm not entirely sure what I will do with you yet. And, yes, you still will remain the same rank, you just might be treated a bit differently."
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 6, 2017 22:26:20 GMT -5
(Hi :3)
Mason twitched an ear, but said nothing. Of course he would still be at the bottom. Looking down a little, he decided not to ask anymore questions, for now at least. What if his new pack didn't even like him? Would he be kicked out, and have no pack at all? As he thought it over, he kept up his pace that was slightly quicker than the other wolves', so he could even keep up with his bad leg. He wondered if he could lose his new friends on his home turf if not outrun them straight up. "You know I won't stay with you right? I'll be gone first chance I get."
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Post by anormallife on Nov 6, 2017 22:40:26 GMT -5
(How was your day?)
"Where will you go then if you leave?" August asking the other wolf the first question that popped into his head. "It doesn't look like your other pack wants you around, even if your father is the alpha. And there is many dangers outside the packs borders that I couldn't guarantee you safety if you left. So where exactly would you go?" he asked again. He wasn't going to let him leave that easily even if he tried, but he was still curious.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Nov 6, 2017 22:51:44 GMT -5
(Well enough x3 And you?)
"Like I'd tell you that," Mason sniffed. He went quiet though. Where would he go? Or would he just live on the streets and be homeless for a while. "Everyone eventually gets tired of me," he mumbled "So maybe I'll just toss myself over the nearest bridge or tallest building I can find and not even look for a new home at all." His nose twitched at the possibility, though he was pulled from the thought when he felt his stomach growl. Time to change the subject, yes? "Will I ever get to hunt for my own food, or do I have to eat your leftovers or something?" Depending on his father's mood, Mason either ate pack leftovers, nothing at all, or got a short amount of time to try and catch his own meal, the Omega unsuccessful half the time due to his injury.
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