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Posted 12-24-2017, 02:29 PM |
Thecla
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Thecla's chest thrums with the shudder of a hungry heart, anticipating the strangeness that surely lays just beyond the horizon. The fur at the nape of her neck is a stiff bristle, highlighted by the wan winter sunlight that filters through the thin layer of clouds overhead. Though her bones ache, the sensation is fleeting in comparison to the sharp, angry pangs of the wounds on her shoulders and neck. They aren't fresh, nor bleeding freely, but scabbed and swollen skin is visible through the thick of her ruddy fur. A shudder rakes down her spine, incited by the frigid fingers of wind that snakes through the barren expanse. "Impressive," she mutters scathingly, upper lip curling in a sneer that is quick to fade, tucked behind a much more inscrutable expression. Ignoring the persistence of her injuries, she surges forward in a stubborn pursuit of movement. This odd patch of pestilence would end at some point; she can see the shadows of trees and shrubs in the distance. A quiet hollow and perhaps a quick snack would do much to improve both her condition and mood. This singular purpose clouds her otherwise sharp perception, and she misses the web of scents that are strung across Kuro Pit, alerting her that she very well may not be alone.



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Posted 12-24-2017, 03:05 PM |
Rebel ( Staff )
Badr
Rebel Wolf
Female, 3.00
Mesomorph
33 in, 115 lbs
75 ep
© riv
it was a thing of repetition, moving back and forth between the pits and her home in the gaia. catching the faces of passing by strangers, and finding the few who had taken an interest in what she had to offer - or well - what kaede had to offer. today is no different. wandering to the pits again to stake a claim on being among the welcoming party for newcomers, the travelers and those on the return back to home. there was something in the barren land that held a sense of charm, the winter months only adding character to it in the eyes of badr, though that view didn’t carry onto just anyone. she has a prideful walk as she spots the stranger. a light smile on her lips as she stands back in the distance; eyes wandering over the other female. noting the scabbed and swollen skin; wounds. perhaps those of war, though she can’t assume. catching herself staring she shifts her eyes elsewhere, looking over the way the female held herself. she is slow in her approaches; leading with her blood marked leg. greetings; welcome to doutaini. i am badr, of earth. she feels the wind caress her skin, a false sense as it turns to nip at the exposed bits of flesh that peek through her wintery coat. might you be in need of something for the ache of your travels? i’d be glad to help should need be.

Thecla



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Posted 12-24-2017, 03:31 PM |
Divine
Lunafer
Divine Alpha
Intersex, 5.75
Meso-runner
35.00 in in, 114.00 lbs lbs
355 ep
© Sylvirr
He scours the pits today, seemingly at ease. There has not been much strife in the Cove, though this partially, he feels, because of a lack of members. While they were generally peace loving, everybody has disagreements, and while he knows most of those around him are, in fact, very agreeable wolves, the lack of bodies there, he feels, is a contributory factor to this hard-won peace. He often travels the pits with food, and today is no different, as he carries with him a rather large ocean-fish from the seaside shore of the Cove. The chilled air has kept it fresh, though also carries itsdelicious scent somewhat further, making it ever sharper as he advances closer before he actually comes across the two, and takes quick not of whom they are--at least, from what he can discern.

He sets the fish down atop his own forepaws, if only so he can speak without his words being muffled. "Good day to you both. Are either of you in need of food?" Now if only he could transport water as easily, but alas-- snow everywhere, and not a drop of water to drink...Unless one wanted to risk the hypothermia, of course. He did not come in time to heard Badr's introduction, but regardless, he offers his own as well, as it is only polite.
"I am Lunafer, of Divine. If there is anything I can assist either of you with, please do not hesitate to ask." Ever kind, there is an unruffled smile creasing his lips.



"Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks."


Badr Thecla











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Posted 12-26-2017, 01:24 PM |
Storm ( Admin )
Philippa
Storm Wolf
Female, 4.00
Meso-runner
32 in, 100 lbs
294 ep
© Julie
Philippa had never been swept away by a sense of wanderlust--not since she was a child, at least, yet today she found herself in an unforgiving pace as she carved a path towards the infamous Kuro Pit. For a moment, she paused and stole a glance over her shoulder to look back at the shrinking valley that lay on the horizon. She felt lost without her children at her side where they commanded her full attention. They were as much a part of her as the extremities that sprouted from the trunk of her body, but as they grew older, their need for her comfort and aide seemed to have disappeared. They were off on their own grand adventures, flying away from her nest on sprouted wings and Philippa was desperate for some cause to busy herself with. There were preparations needed still for her garden of herbs and plants, yet she could only do so much during the winter season. Therefore, having been starved for attention, she found her path twisting towards the western edge of Doutaini where she had heard stories that wounded travelers often washed up to the borders of their world.

Eager to revisit the craft she had trained for and brush off her knowledge from its temporary retirement, Philippa arrived at the infamous landmark, only to be welcomed by the offending stench. She had forgotten its potency since her last visit, though it hardly deterred her from her task as the healer positioned herself in the midst of the pit. Blush-colored eyes peered into the swarm of faces and there is relief that settled in her heart after she had been starved for the companionship of an adult for several moons. A mess of curls were strung around her neck as the lithe woman of Storm made her entrance, twisting her head this way and that until she found someone of interest. The smell of old, dried blood was scattered faintly throughout the air so that even her trained nose nearly missed it. Philippa turned towards the source, however, and tracked after the woman in an effort to offer her aid. She stumbled upon a small gathering of three wolves, one of Earth and one of Divine she faintly remembered, while the third stood without a necklace; Philippa found the subject of her hunt and noticed the scabs overlaying the wounds. With a polite nod of her head, she offered her tidings to the three strangers. “Hello, and welcome to Doutaini. I am Philippa from the Storm pack--has someone seen to those wounds? I would be happy to take a look for you, should you wish.” She asked towards the rogue woman, noticing the inflammation beneath where the skin was pulled closed by the healing scars. Though for some, healing without aide of medicinal plants was a point of pride and the cost for their efforts--so until the woman responded, Philippa settled back attentively besides the other two pack wolves.



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Posted 01-02-2018, 12:17 PM |
Thecla
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(so sorry for the wait, guys! will try and reply today!)



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Posted 01-10-2018, 04:53 PM |
Rebel ( Staff )
Badr
Rebel Wolf
Female, 3.00
Mesomorph
33 in, 115 lbs
75 ep
© riv
small lil bump Thecla



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