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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 30, 2017 17:38:32 GMT -5
summer where you @ tho
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Post by mags on May 30, 2017 17:38:38 GMT -5
u guys wanna trade california is so Hot def feels like summer here
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 30, 2017 17:50:00 GMT -5
yes you can take Maryland the bay ruins everything for us
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Post by mags on May 30, 2017 17:51:56 GMT -5
u can take la ill take maryland all we have is smog and crowds and heat
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Post by Gengar on May 30, 2017 17:53:45 GMT -5
i mean my place is just rainy and then hot and super humid all the time. best of both worlds?
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 30, 2017 17:56:38 GMT -5
okay at least now it is storming <3
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 30, 2017 18:03:27 GMT -5
i mean its a love hate relationship
couldnt live without it
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on May 30, 2017 18:10:33 GMT -5
yael sung There was no denying the welcome Yael received was rooted in hunger. No doubt she had arrived just in time to save them from a burnt, bitter, or bland breakfast. Possibly all three. Exhaustion weighed on her limbs, settling in her marrow. The run home had done little to reinvigorate her, to sap the weariness from her muscles. Muddy paws and morning mist were no replacement for sleep. She was tempted to crawl home, curl up in her bed, and let the fatigue of a twelve hour flight and five hour drive drain from her. And let her pack━ her alpha, especially ━suffer through breakfast without her? Yael was sure that qualified as torture. Colby was the first to welcome her home, greeting her with open arms and wide grin. “Robin eggs? I’ve never tried robin eggs before,” she teased, “I wonder if they taste as good as chicken eggs.” She scooted around him and his waiting hug for two reasons: 1. Yael knew that if she dared to let herself hug anyone she’d fall asleep instantly. She knew herself well enough to know that warmth + physical closeness + exhaustion-saturated bones = a recipe for automatic sleep.
2. Colby’s scent. It was nothing personal, but the smell of him made Yael’s stomach twist and writhe like a pillowcase of snakes. Fresh-brewed coffee and car exhaust. The coffee wasn’t the problem, it was the exhaust. The past twenty-four hours, Yael’s nose had been drowning in the acrid stench of fumes and gasoline and sweat. It wasn’t as strong on Colby, closer to undertones, but it was enough to force stinging bile up into Yael’s throat. She swallowed her disgust down, but it showed on her face. In the crinkle of her nose. The furrow of her brow. The tightness creasing her eyes. She debated which would be ruder: to pretend Colby wasn’t making her physically ill and avoid him? Or to tell him he was making her sick and then avoid him? Either way━ unless everyone wanted bile and half-digested fruit snacks in their eggs ━Yael needed to stay away from Colby. Ryland was the next to acknowledge Yael’s homecoming. “Thanks, Ryland. Omelets sound good. Or maybe just some scrambled eggs? What do you guys want?” She opened the door, staring blankly into the depths of the fridge, fighting off the sleep that threatened to claim her before she had a chance to get something useful done. “Pancakes. How does everyone feel about pancakes?” Omelets sounded like too much of a hassle to mess with in her current state. Pancakes however! Light, fluffy, buttery, drowned in syrup or sprinkled with sugar. She closed the door, not waiting for a second opinion before she began rummaging through the cupboards in search of the pancake mix.
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Post by mags on May 30, 2017 18:12:27 GMT -5
yael is so CUTE
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Post by lozi on May 30, 2017 18:13:06 GMT -5
LACHLAN STONE "Yes I know I'm a wolf, and I've been known to bite... Any my teeth may be sharp, and I've been raised to kill... But the thought of fresh meat, it is making me ill..."
◘ ◘ ◘ ◘ Lachlan trotted past cabins, watching a woman lifting a toddler above their heads, laughing happily with her true mate. Lachlan felt a pinch in his gut, knowing that he may never meet his true mate. How could anyone tolerate him, or see past the monster that twisted his mind? Lachlan had accepted this, understood that he wasn't like the others. He'd accepted it from the day he stood victorious, with his brother's blood on his muzzle. He pushed the thought out of his mind by running faster, breaking into a sprint, keeping it up until he reached the Alpha's cabin.
The moment Lachlan set foot into the cabin, he knew something was wrong. The tension in the area was thick enough to cut with a knife, and his wolf sensed it. The wolf bristled, paced, begged to come out to investigate. Lachlan stifled him, resisting the urge to grab his head at the inner turmoil. His wolf wasn't used to being stifled, as normally Lachlan was in his wolf form. Forcing himself to walk calmly, he surveyed the scene, noting all the people who were present.
They seemed worried, which was never a good sign. Lachlan wanted to know what was going on, but didn't dare disrupt the Alpha. Lachlan had a great deal of respect for the Alpha, and found himself still trying to prove himself. All his life, Lachlan had just wanted some form of approval- Lachlan felt a cold gaze on his back that made the hairs on his neck stand on end, and he froze. She was here.
He turned slowly, meeting gazes with Aurora Stone. She glared daggers at him, and the tips of his ears started to burn. He didn't know if he was angry, bitter, or hurt by her gaze. Some days he wanted to let her understand how much she hurt him, to unleash his fury, to watch her meet the same end as his brother, but the thoughts stayed in the back of his mind. He wasn't barbaric. He wasn't an animal. Fighting his heart rate down with a couple of deep breaths, he unpacked his seared veal and utensils, letting the woodsy, smoky scent calm him. Finding himself a seat slightly away from the others, he didn't want to interrupt, he started breakfast. The veal had been cooked to perfection, slightly red in the middle, just how Lachlan liked it.
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Post by lozi on May 30, 2017 18:20:06 GMT -5
[ Hey guys! ]
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Post by lozi on May 30, 2017 18:22:10 GMT -5
Have fun
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on May 30, 2017 18:30:16 GMT -5
screeches
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on May 30, 2017 18:32:35 GMT -5
see ya later Appz! hello everyone!
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Post by lozi on May 30, 2017 18:35:38 GMT -5
Hey feather! Hey Mulan!
my teachers want me dead ;-; How was your day?
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Lesbian
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Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on May 30, 2017 18:42:27 GMT -5
fight your teacher my day was pretty good o:
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 30, 2017 18:53:03 GMT -5
how are your chickens feaths?
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on May 30, 2017 18:59:31 GMT -5
they're good right now c': i'm letting them free range<3
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 30, 2017 19:01:58 GMT -5
that is fantastic
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Lesbian
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on May 30, 2017 19:03:22 GMT -5
yeah :'D
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Post by anathema on May 30, 2017 19:05:20 GMT -5
ryland seymour doss❝ when the world gets too heavy put it on my back, i'll be your levy ❞ ♡ "Pancakes are probably the easiest of all," Ryland acknowledged, grabbing a mixing bowl, the mixer, and setting out a frying pan on the counter when he realized that was she had decided on. Though he was helping collect the needed tools to make the pancakes, he worried for Yael's well being. The female was clearly exhausted. He helped by fishing the dry ingredients out of the pantry and set them out next to the other containers and electronic.
"Yael, you don't look like you're doing too well," Ryland said, voicing his concern gently. "If you want to rest rather than deal with the task of making breakfast, I'd be happy to take over for you." He offered. He had to admit, it wouldn't be breakfast as good as her's, but then again, no ones' cooking in the pack could surpass hers.
He did however, at least notice when a new presence entered the kitchen and saw that Lachlan had taken a seat at the table as well as some of the others, albeit further away. He was eating his own breakfast. Ryland greeted him with a smile, although he was sure it would go unnoticed since the other seemed to keep to himself for the most part. Though, he didn't want to disturb him much more by looking at him, he turned away and focused back on Yael.
He honestly wouldn't be surprised if the female refused his offer, no matter how tired she was. She would never willingly let her pack have to get by with anything less than her cooking skills, which was a blessing all in itself. However, everyone had their limits, and he didn't want her to push hers.
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Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on May 30, 2017 19:52:43 GMT -5
complete --
brian "crawley" crawley fox [ the playboy -- 22 -- leo ]
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this young male pretty much fits the typical playboy look. he's got that cocky, flirty look about him that either attracts curious females or causes the smart ones to steer clear. he has smooth facial features that slope down to form a sharp jawline and a rounded chin. his hair is a dusty-like black that is typically messy in that oddly good looking way. what stands out the most about this playboy would be his blue-hazel eyes. speaking of his eyes... he may not seem like it and once somebody finds out they may be surprised since his condition is pretty uncommon, but he's colorblind, and, no, not just the simple types of colorblind - he's completely colorblind. never in his life has he seen any shade of color. what comes as even more of a shock once somebody knows this about him is that he's an artist that does a lot with color. but anyway. he's a decently sized male with a slender figure made of sinewy muscle. he stands at 5'9", certainly not the tallest, but of an average height for a male.
first and foremost crawley is, and has pretty always been, defined as the playboy. he's a flirty little thing, seemingly always on the lookout for a female to mess with, to tease. at first he is charming, but eventually he'll mess up and ruin his own little game, but he only ruins it when he's being flirting for some time. crawley isn't always a mess up when it comes to flirting - after all, he's the pack's master of flirt. he's also pretty cocky and thinks highly of himself, a pretty self-absorbed character really. not quite narcissistic, but he's standing on the edge of being that. he's stubborn. he's prideful. he's boastful. pretty much he's just a cocky rooster wearing wolf's clothing. crawley is, however, gullible. he's the type of person you can get to believe just about anything. he's even the kind of guy that digs his own graves a lot once you get him going whether that be in every day conversation or when he's trying to show off to a female. he's a pretty complex guy, but he at least shows true loyalty to the pack and knows his place in the ranks.- - -sleek-furred and long-limbed. that's crawley's wolf. he's the smaller than average male that seems to have wings on his paws as he can just leap and bound like it's nothing. but don't let that fool you - he's just as much of a fighter as any dominant wolf. his wolf is that of a red wolf. like any wolf of this species, he has a rusty red hue that is then splashed over with a ticked gray that peppers along his back and into his tail, leaving the tip to be a solid black. while his paws are actually a white, his face leaves more of that peppered gray to be seen. and just like in his human form, crawley's wolf sports those hazel-blue eyes that give him away in an instant.
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father - daniel fox | mother - carla hutton | sibling - kristoffer fox
crawley's dark history started even before he was born. not only was the alpha back then abusive, but so was his very own father; however, his father's abuse stayed more behind closed doors, unknown to practically the entire pack. his mother and father were never meant to be mates. in fact, his mother had already found her true mate, but daniel fox already had his eyes on the beautiful carla. before carla and her true mate could begin the bonding ritual, her true mate was found mysteriously murdered. even though they had not been bonded yet, carla was still pretty broken about the death of evelyn summers. daniel took this moment of weakness from carla and practically forced her to be his mate, even forcing her to go through the bonding ritual that she and evelyn not got to do. from then on out there was only abuse, physical and mental. carla was forced to mate with daniel over and over and over again, and eventually, she found herself to be pregnant. not wanting to bring a child into a household where there was only abuse - a pack where there was even more abuse - carla tried to hide her pregnancy long enough to get rid of the child, but that didn't happen. daniel found out about his mate's pregnancy and forced her to carry the pregnancy out. when carla found out she was having twins she was devastated. now she was forced to bring two new lives into a terrible world. two little boys were born some months later. brian, who wanted to be called crawley from a very early age, and kristoffer had a decent few years of life. the birth of her two sons brought life back into carla as she had something to fight for again. eventually she found enough courage to start defying her forced mate, but that was what set daniel off. crawley and kristoffer were only around five years of age when their father's abuse began coming down on them and not just their mother. from five years of age until they were fourteen did this abuse go on. as the boys got older, crawley would typically take the abuse kristoffer would have endured from their father. crawley would plead for that extra beating or whatnot if it meant kristoffer didn't have to go through it. for crawley, drawing was the solace he needed during the worst moments of it all. drawing helped calm him down, helped made him feel better. that's why now he's so good at art. it helps him to calm down and is seen as a calming activity for him. at fourteen his mother finally was able to do something about the abuse that they endured in their own household. as far as the two twins know, their mother took their father out as wolves one day and their father never returned. he wasn't murdered, that much is known for a fact, but something happened - their mother did something terrible - to free her and her sons of the terror that was her forced mate. of course, that didn't stop the abuse that was coming from the alpha himself. crawley still found himself protecting kristoffer when it came to anything the alpha had to throw at the little family of three. when rowan finally challenged his father the family of three were more than on rowan's side. carla was quite overjoyed about the whole ordeal when the last alpha took his last breath and rowan stepped forth as the new alpha. for once in the little family's life it finally seemed that the shadow of abuse had finally passed and was giving away to bright sunshine.
- - - no crush or wanted mate. why would a playboy such as himself want to be tied down?
- - - attracted to females. he had a hook up with a male once - he was curious. let's just say he found out real fast he would much rather be with a female and his little session with another male is never spoken of.
- - - both his mother and brother are in the pack, but as NPCs. they'll only be briefly mentioned being members from time to time. also he doesn't have tattoos i just couldn't find another picture that could look like him without oops
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Post by lozi on May 30, 2017 19:59:05 GMT -5
What an adorable player XD
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Post by Feathertalon on May 30, 2017 20:00:23 GMT -5
he's so weird
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