Those Who Survive ~ Wolf RP Thread
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Posted 2024-12-31 17:44:32 (edited)
Echo - Pup of Normal - 7months - Location: Woods - Tags: Eliza, Zaver |
 DarkBloodMoon #142094 |
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Posted 2024-12-31 17:49:48 (edited)
"Well you shouldn't have. I told everyone to be at camp and in their dens. Yet you disobeyed, you went out." Eliza's tone had a slight growl. "I know you want to be stronger Echo, but now? Now when we're trying to stay alive and test things, isn't the time." She didn't mean to sound rude and mean, she was just worried and somewhat struggled to show that |
 Freaks #129820 |
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Posted 2025-01-01 08:12:34
The big wolf slink through the forest like a weasels shadow, keeping the scent of wolf in his nose. As he closed in to the source, he had learned that the scent was friend, part of his own camp. His hackles still rose, but he relaxed slightly as he kept on. |
 ŞĦỮŇҜΔ ŴΔŘΔҜ’ƗŇ #46065 |
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Posted 2025-01-01 10:59:08 (edited)
Echo - Pup of Normal - 7months - Location: Woods - Tags: Eliza, Zaver |
DarkBloodMoon #142094 |
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Posted 2025-01-01 16:40:44
Rebel caught the glimpse of fur shining through the trees as he closed in, slowing his pace to a slow trot. He walked effortlessly to the two, watching their movements carefully. He quickly noticed Eliza and he eased his body, submitting slightly at the alpha wolf. |
ŞĦỮŇҜΔ ŴΔŘΔҜ’ƗŇ #46065 |
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Posted 2025-01-01 17:22:17
❝𝕊𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤..❞ 𝘌𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘚𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰 ┕━━━━━━♛━━━━━━┙ Healer of normal - 4 Years old - Location: Outskirts of normal's territory - Tags: Open - Objectives: Gathering medical supplies and herbs. ≿━━༺❀༻━━≾ Time was the one constant that every soul faced. It was a stifling reminder that life was but a fleeting moment. The one fate everyone shared, the torture of a silent tick weighed all the move heavily in a world such as this. It was endless, much like the very Earth beneath one's mass. The forest stretched endlessly in a chaotic placement of trees and moss, every flower and stubborn weed breathed life into the dying world, it was a sight to behold; Truly. Eira could not deny such a view. Perhaps, not everything was as ugly and lifeless as she had once believed. With a guttural breath, she shook her head, forcing her sharp eyes away from the tree line, and instead, returned to the task at hand. Her doe irises shifted. Rolling in their sockets, she moved across the forest floor with purpose, her paws silent against the soft ground. Each step was calculative in its placement, stretching, and landing in a rhythm. Searching for various herbs, moss scraps, and dark berries clusters. Her mind remained focused, counting what she needed: more yarrow for wounds, feathers and moss to pack wounds and lessen bleeding, sticks, and vine for splinting, that was all the bare minimum of what she sought to gather. Each item was valuable in its own way, capable of saving a life in a world as abrasive as the one they walked. Collected into the poorly crafted satchel of leaf, vine, and sap. This was a part of her daily routine, the scavenging was a quiet, methodical escape from the chaos of the disease-ridden world. Yet, as the minutes bled into hours, the rhythm of her task failed to drown out her thoughts. Her breath erupted from her chest with a heavy sigh, and she paused for a moment, placing the satchel at her feet. Shifting her gaze toward the treeline, out toward the lands she once roamed freely, long before the turned began hunting the living and before the pack became a fragile lifeline in a crumbling world. A deep, familiar ache began to surface as her thoughts turned to him- her brother. His face was hazy in her memory, a stubborn shadow of their younger days, untainted by betrayal or the resentment she now carried like armor. Her hackles bristled at the memory. The fur along her spine arose in obvious resentment. After a long moment had passed, the distant sound of creaking branches reeled Eira from her thoughts. Ripping her from the haunting complications that came with family ties and bonds. Forcing herself to relax, once more, the maiden became fixed on her task, though her guard remained high. Taking a steadying breath to shake off the tension from moments before. There was work to do, and emotions were a distraction she couldn't afford. No longer held hostage by the stiffness in her muscles, she leaned down to her satchel, her movements deliberate and precise, slipping a handful of dry moss inside. Muttering a series of curses beneath her breath for allowing herself to lose track of time once again. Her body turned swiftly in preparation to begin the journey back to the pack camp. |
 RogueKing #12063 |
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Posted 2025-01-01 23:49:14 (edited)
"You're still a pup, Echo! You have all the time in world to learn. When I say you can, when I know that no one will get hurt. You will not defend us yet, you will not hunt for food yet. You're not useless no one in this pack is useless. So just stay quiet!" Eliza almost snaps at Echo, this was all stressful. Everything has happened in a close timing, it was getting to her. Her ears were now pinned, tail almost thrashing. She glares towards the scent of Rebel, really not being in the right mood. |
Freaks #129820 |
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Posted 2025-01-02 08:05:06
The young warrior emerged into view from the concealment of the forest brush, watching every corner and shadow carefully. He gazed at Eliza, his head up at a relaxed position, his ears the same, but his tail hung low. "Everything alright?" He asked, moving straight to the point. |
ŞĦỮŇҜΔ ŴΔŘΔҜ’ƗŇ #46065 |
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Posted 2025-01-04 13:53:37
Echo - Pup of Normal - 7months - Location: Woods - Tags: Eliza, Zaver, Rebel |
DarkBloodMoon #142094 |
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Posted 2025-01-04 14:45:21
Rebel cocked his head slightly, confused at the conversation going on. He patiently waited, flicking his ear at the sound of a squirrel crunching leaves nearby. He was watching the area, not with his eyes, but with every other sense useful to detect powered wolves. He didn't know what to feel about Powered Ones, as he called them. They were wolves like them, but he still was wary of their presence. |
ŞĦỮŇҜΔ ŴΔŘΔҜ’ƗŇ #46065 |