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[b][abbr=16 years old, Second Wanheda, Cis Female (she/her), Pansexual and Panromantic, Serious, Composed, and Selfless]☽*˚⊹.[/abbr] | MUSE TIMBERLAND
 it has been said something
as small as a the flutter of a butterfly's wings
can ultimately cause a typhoon
halfway across the world
- the chaos theory
Muse, the daughter of Juvia & Apollo Timberland both extraordinary members of the Feonix Pack, both passed away now, and Muse the only known left Timberland. She was someone with the blood of a wanheda, a leader, someone who wasn't too be messed around truly. She'd been the second wandheda since she was the age of thirteen, here she is three years later and have grown a bit from when she was pronounced the rank. Muse has been too a few of these, she knew what she was up against and what she needed too do. The wanheda mainly spoke with the heda, of course it was a good learning experience every time that the sixteen year old was here. She had taken her spot at the table, her legs crossed as she had her arms crossed on the table leaning on the table a bit.
Muse's dark brown hair down in some places and yet also brought into a tight-nit braid of her own. While she wore her clothing of a wolf pelt, a black shirt that was cut into a v-neck that had string laced between the open space, her simple black pants, and a pair of boots that where lined with fur in them. Of course don't forget the armor, a chest-plate, and other pieces of armor over her body. The beast that was Muse sat there in her chair listening too the others, she'd heard Rowan, frantic about something bad was going too happen. She didn't ask too much but she did offer a sort of weary look, usually Rowan's premonitions weren't wrong.
Muse had road her own horse here, a pitch black mustang, armor covered it's body, feathers weaved into his feathers as well. The stallion was a beast, and he'd been through fights with the second, even her own trials too become her rank. He was about five years old now, he was gaining his fair share of years as was she. The girl could see in her peripheral vision of the black feather weaved into her own hair, she'd kept the feather over the years, it was an heirloom from her mother. Muse kept her fine crafted blade with her, while the female also kept a sword too her hip, it was something she kept dear too her, but it didn't have that feel the blade of the knife was too her. The obsidian blade sharp able to cut through flesh like it was nothing but water.
Her gaze had followed the Kalin too where he sat with his mate close too him. "You have the right idea, man. Let's get this over with so we can all have something hot to eat tonight. I have a woman to please." The girl listened keenly with her sharp hearing as she watched the figure's lips turn too a smile. Her gaze flickered over too the Heda, awaiting for any sort of order. Finally, I thought this would never start... after this is over its back to studying and practicing so I guess it's not too bad... still I'd rather be studying. The second thought as she listened still, it's one of her brilliant qualities after all.
I'm on the battlefield like, oh my God â€â€Â✧ general
 muse jacklyn timberland / cis female / 16 years old / November 25th / Sagittarius
 american accent, like silver but has a bite too it
 Feonix / second Wanheda Knocking soldiers down â€â€Â✧ appearance
 use is a rather beautiful looking girl with a pretty basic appearance. She stands at a height of 5’1†which gives her a weight of maybe 109 a lot of her mass is mainly built up by muscle from her extensive training of course. While her skin is pretty white it has pink undermines that make her look alive. Her hair is a dark brown like a mix between burnt charcoal and dark chocolate. While it is naturally it's sort of curly but it seems to be down or some sort of braid work. Her eyes are like a brilliant dark blue that have greens seeping through it like an ocean that will pull you in just so then you can drown in it. Muse usually keeps a black feather in her hair with some beads. She tends to wear a black jacket that will be slashed up after a bit, while she wears a simple white button um shirt underneath, black pants, with black boots that she will crush your skull with if she gets the chance. She tends to wear gold ring so that when she punches someone it does some sort of damage. She has battle scars all around her body and she'll tell you what each one was about.
 faceclaim is Marie Averopoulus
 She is a rather averaged sized wolf for her age range while her muscle mass is also pretty average especially for her gender. While her coat is a pretty thin coat it's a pitch black color that is almost terrifying yo find in the darkness of night. Her deep blues are the same in her wolfish form actually. It is rather interesting when it comes to the fact that her scars are all I'm the same places that'd you see on her normal body. Her ears as a wolf also keep her earrings.
 earrings, and a few tattoos, one of a arrow up her spine (here), second of two arrows crossing and each area between the areas is the directions like a compass (here), and lastly a feather on her left ribcage (here)
 health: 80% Like house of cards â€â€Â✧ personality
 Ravenclaw / melancholic / intj / chaotic good
 Serious, Composed, Erudite, Callous, Disciplined, Mature
 Devoted, Loyal, Selfless, Witty, Condescending I'm a one woman arm â€â€Â✧ history
 Muse was born into the Feonix pack when her mother was about 21 she was her mother's first and only child, though being born a Timberland meant a lot. As Apollos mother was the Wanheda of the group and Apollos father was know as a great warrior of the group he might of been a male but he was great for what he did. Muse was born for greatness truly, and her parents knew it.
 Muse from a young age has been drilled hard and she took the training over and over. She knows that training is important and that she needs to keep on focusing. She went through a lot of trials the worse was probably staying by herself over a weekend period to survive on her own. She came face to face with a giant mountain lion in which she almost died from though she got it to become her friend actually after Muse lived her own dominance to the feline. When she got back from the weekend she was told by the current Wanheda to kill it, it took her a moment but she did it, slicing it's throat open. Yes, I'm a one woman army â€â€Â✧ relationships & interaction
 pansexual & panromantic / single / not yet interested currently
 Npc xx npc
 extremely difficult physically & mentally / attack in #5125FF
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Unlike the others of Feonix, Saori quite enjoyed the journey up the mountain. The scenery was simply divine and a nice change of setting was good for the heart. Pine trees and wild flowers raided the atmosphere with their scent and she couldn't help but breath it all in, sterling silver eyes bouncing from the forestry to the Heda, Tatiana. The high priestess made sure to always keep the lady in her sight; not only was it her duty to make sure the members of Feonix flourish with health and spirituality but that their queen stay alive and well.
After all, if it wasn't for Tatiana she'd still be buried 6 feet below the ground. She'd been given another chance at life by the goddess Chandra and Tatiana alike. Tati had to complete a gruesome quest to bring Saori back to life after the Heda had made up her mind in having the legendary priestess as her ally. But once again fate has placed her in a bittersweet trap, her meaning in this world remained the same, she was eternally tied to her duty.
Noticing that the meeting was commencing, Saori gracefully dismounted her towering pure white stallion and landed in close proximity to Tatiana. The platinum-haired girl has no ill feelings towards the Nirrith, in fact she is outwardly ambient with all living creatures. It was clear she radiated an immense spiritual power and a beautifully crafted quiver filled to the rim with sacred arrows only intensified her aura. She had no need for other weaponry as she has already mastered the art of all things archery.
"You have the right idea, man. Let's get this over with so we can all have something hot to eat tonight. I have a woman to please."
Jamison. Kalin of The Nirriths, there was no mistaking it. Calculating and perceptive, Saori made it her task to analyze each and every Celtic beast she'd come in contact with. She was excited for the trade as the Nirriths tended to have things that she liked in exchange for herbs and other trinkets she'd created for this very day. And now she awaited for Tatiana's acknowledgement to begin. / Sorry for shit post rushed
[div style="height: 429px; width: 190px; padding: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #575757; line-height: 118%; text-align: justify;"]A being tamed with a manifest of redefined muscle fragments, intertwining and vibrating against one another, the horse he rode moved in synced motion alongside his alpha. He wasn't too keen on meetings, but he had to attend, he was the Fola and as the Fola, he must dapple in such situations even if he'd rather stay behind. Arthur had a few things he'd like to say to Tatiana, nothing rude or cold, he has missed her company--considering they've known each other since they were babies, he could say he cared for her.. Even if she was a Feonix. For he knew of what the consequences would uphold, a thirty-year old, battle-worn man lived in a world divided by society's, all devoting themselves to hounds whom could turn their backs on them in a moments notice -- not thinking about tomorrow, if they all perished because of one self-persevered wolf. These were all the things rambling about inside his dark depths. War, that is the only thing that ever kept him to sustaining peace, for he was not keen on bloodshed but also wouldn't dare shy away from a fight. Fighting was his life, it was his passion, he lived and breathed it..
Suddenly he fell into the void, into the tide of moving vessels as they prep for the trade. At the corner of his eye he caught sight of Tatiana, wandering off into the entrance of the stone building, he quickly looked away and peered over at his alpha whilst sliding down form his place atop his white stallion. He'd hitch him to a tree, stroking the beasts long snout and bidding him a due. Arthur stalked through the doors of the meeting hall, watching as they closed behind him with force, he seemed to be the last to enter, just in time to here Jamison speaking about starting the trade-off. The Fola took his place beside Jamison, hands placed in front of him, digits intertwining as he sits proudly in his seat.
His head shifts to each head around the table, the room fell silent as everyone seemed to be waiting for Tatiana to speak, so he turned to look at her. His eyes met her for a moment, seeing her smile brighten and he tried not to show happiness upon seeing the Feonix Queen, so he faintly smiled but a sparkle twinkled behind his eyes. Before Tati would speak, he piped up.]
"Yes, let's begin. Tatiana, what's your first request?" He mused, his voice was deep; deeper than most, alluring and intoxicating--any woman could fall in love with. Looking around the room once, then found his attention to fall upon Tati.
"Baritone."
(note: the text that says baritone is not what he's saying, just what his speech looks like when he talks xD)
Absinthe, though not the most social of people, loved to travel with her pack. It was during these travels that she got to take in the scenery. It was lovely. But that wasn't the only reason she liked these travels. Jamison, her alpha as well as her adoptive father of sorts, tended to have a playfulness about him during these travels. Especially with Aya at his side. Absinthe, or Sinthe as she was known as, smiled as she watched the two. There was even a point when Jamison turned and gave her a wink.
Much like any father would, Jamison liked to tease her, and, in retaliation, Sinthe sometimes got his wife after him.
It was all in good fun. But her someone cheerful mood was swept away and replaced with a serious one when they arrived at the sacred cove. Sliding from her horse, she followed Jamison and Aya into the meeting hall. "You have the right idea, man. Let's get this over with so we can all have something hot to eat tonight. I have a woman to please."
When Jamison said this, Sinthe heaved a silent sigh. Sometimes he said things that made her want to shake her head at him. She gave Aya a look as if begging her to reign her husband in before claiming her seat on the opposite side of Arthur from Jamison.
"Greetings all." Sinthe said pleasantly, straightening her back and plastering her serious, I'm-here-for-business look on her face.
Sinthe loved learning about the ins and outs of trade. She was good with economics. She, somewhat, looked forward to these meetings, though she wasn't exactly the most fond of Tatiana. However she felt, she would give the Heda the respect she deserved.
Glancing over at Arthur beside her, Sinthe took note of the almost joyed look in his eyes as he looked at Tatiana. He probably was happy to see her. Good for him. But Sinthe couldn't help saying the words that tumbled out of her mouth next. She always liked reminding Arthur that she could sometimes read him like a book.
"Try not to look too pleased to see her, Arthur. You look like a child with their sight on a table of desserts." Sinthe said lowly to the Fola.
(05-24-2017, 05:42 AM)phantomatics link Wrote:I WAS IN WOODSY SIG ONCE TOO, AND LOOK WHERE I AM NOW
ALONE
DON'T TRUST WOODSY PUTTING YOU IN HIS SIG, IT MEANS NOTHING
HAPPILY MARRIED TO AJDAWNY MCCALL IS MY LOVELY CHILD
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[i]"I don't know what, or when, but something horrible is going to happen... Tonight."
She looked up, peering through the soul of Rowan, irritated that he would approach her with such things right now. This was a meeting, not for him to come to her about what the "Gods" revealed to him now. She shot him a look, mentally telling him to take a seat before the Nirrith come strolling in. [b]"Not now Rowan. The meeting is about to start, please just sit down." She hissed out the order, dropping her face back down into the palm of her hands. But then... she was once again disturbed...
"shall we call this meeting to order?."
Tatiana raises her head up from her hands, meeting the sauntering physique of Finrayes as he struts through the doors of the meeting hall, taking his rightful seat across from her. She rolled her eyes at his presence but merely brushed it off her shoulders, sitting up straight so that she sat with power--power that she certainly held beneath her very feet. "Of course Fin, let's begin." The woman smirks, turning her attention to the bodies now moving into the room, filling every seat to those who were allowed to attend. Once everyone was in settled and the silence fell she immediately found her eyes wandering over to Arthur, excited to finally seen him for what felt like ages, she had to admit she missed him--they might be from different packs but their parents knew each other very well so they pretty up grew up together as their parents were close friends. This was always kept a secret though, no body knew about it, it was frowned upon to share such a close relationship with someone, which is certainly why she never allowed the secret about Elijah and her to ever get around. Still, to this day, no body knows of those fateful nights they would set out, disappearing into the darkness and meeting up just to be with one another. That was the old days, now was different, she hasn't really talked to him except for maybe a quick hello and goodbye at meetings.. they haven't planned to meet up in quite some time, she'd say it's been about a year. And this saddened Tati, even if she dared not admit it to anyone--not even Saori who knew much about their affairs.
Although she had to shove her feelings to the side now, her expression morphing into a heavily poisoned look of a leader with determination, of serious intent and how far she would go to have her demands met--like any leader would. Tatiana would exempt any greetings, instead get straight to the heart of the matter. "I'm sure some of you have noticed the lack of medicine we've had over the course of the season with the drought that recently occurred in both of our territories, and I find the lack of accessible water disturbing. I have found a few places, but some are hazardous or hard to get to considering every other creature is out there trying to get the same precious resource. On top of that, with the upcoming Winter season, meaning our season will get potentially colder and harder, we need to stock up on herbs. Now some of the healers have been having a hard time finding much of anything that isn't already dead, dying, or unusable. And what has been found is very little..." She took a beat, glancing around the room again, her gaze landing on Jamison for a moment then slid over to the rest of them.
"If we don't have medicine, then we'll be in trouble in the coming season. So, I've brought my own herbs, picked from the roots nearest the swamps of our terrain, Saori here will provide you with what she has in stock for you to all to chose from. In return, I request for the same, your lands have some resources of medicines that ours does not provide and we are running low on said product." She was wise with her words, it would appear she was older than she truly was. It was true, she was good at politics, especially when it came to trade and bargain. Tatiana would reach into a satchel that she had tucked in the side of her, about a couple grand of gold coins with a few silver ones in a brown pouch. She pulled it out, placing it in the center of the table, one finger pointing toward it then settling both hands back in front of her. Opening her mouth again to thus address the exchange of currency for said distribution, it was required by the laws set by the Gods that these meetings of trade only be appropriately and fairly eased through with coins and silver, they were used among the Kingdoms for either loners or at the Black Market to purchase rare and non-occurring items that may be needed and even those who open shops within the walls of their packs, they must buy out of pocket to purchase items that people make with their blood, sweat, and tears put into it. "That there is about a couple grand, at least, it's for distribution--in exchange for the same as it sees fit for I intend to delve in much further than just medicines alike." Tati purred, soft and yet stern in her words.
She would not leave any room for anyone to protest or voice their opinions, she wasn't finished. "Food. Your fields of crops harvest vegetables and fruits, as ours only a few types of sweet nectar's, and as I was husking through our vendor today it seems that the drought caused most of the veggies and fruits to rot and fester with mold. That being said, in exchange for your vegetables and fruits I will provide you with new and improved armor and weapons, crafted by the hands of my blacksmiths. They are ready to go if you accept this trade. As far as meats go I assume we both could swap what we have. Crocodile, venison, bear and a few slices of avian is what we have for you today." Tatiana looks at the Nirrith alpha, eyeing him carefully as she waits for a response--from him, only him. "If you have any demands that need to be met, please, voice them now."
She certainly was determined and far fetched, she spoke like a true leader of her pack. For Jamison, the same wouldn't be said for him. He may be a fine politician and a fine tradesman, however, he always like pushing when there was no need to push. Even the presence of his mate wouldn't tone down what he was prepared to share with. Aya had gently touched his arm in hopes to stop him from saying something stupid that would interfere with this trade. The young Kalin looked at Tatiana with a determined gaze and stayed quiet trying to think. Observing quietly to himself what she said and how he could easily prepare a different deal. What his dear wife feared was how bad of a negotiator this relaxed Alpha was. Jamison however, held confidence he shouldn't have. Foolish, but determined he nodded to Tatiana what he knew to be true.
He spoke loudly and with as much respect he could for Tatiana stated, "It's true that the drought perhaps left your lands dry,
but I believe that weapons won't be enough to sway my interests into giving up my food for my people. We have our smiths." though he should have added that Feonix's weapons were better forged, he didn't want to quite admit that to her since she knew. He wanted more from her. More the better. However, more wasn't always the right way to go. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat knowing that his wife was ready to strangle him by now, but he was going to get greedy just a bit. "I want horses and double the herbs and medicine. Our food supply may exceed yours, but I believe that with the upcoming winter has us lacking on our own herbs and I will not risk trading out winter supply for weapons." Aya only rubbed her forehead at the thoughts. Aye, it was true that both sides would be in need of medicine come winter, and food supply lacked more than the other, but if Jamison got too greedy there would be no trade and they would still be left with no herbs. She elbowed him in the gut, but he stayed determined as ever. Tatiana was smart, she would not be made a fool into giving more herbs for food supplies. If Jamison would learn from years of experience that Tatiana would not be swayed these meetings would actually go somewhere.
Jamison tapped his fingers on the table, his hand smoothing over the designs that were carved. He wanted no weapons when he had his own, winter would prove brutal if he didn't have medicine to help the wounded and the sick. He would have no men or woman by his side at that point. Such decisions were foolish. Normally he would trade for gold or perhaps wine, but this time he wanted to be bold and see if Tatiana would offer such extremities. His motto would have been, "Go for More" If he had it that way, or if his wife would allow him at it's best.
As Jamison watched Tatiana Aya elbowed Fin and demanded, "At least throw in your idea befor he ruins this trade offer. It's good enough for me."
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Damian let a lopsided, cocky grin play across his gorgeous playboy features as he galloped along on his roan gelding. He was one of the few Nirrith members that saw the value in horses, and he had paid a dear price in order to get the animal. But oh boy was it worth it. WOO HOO! The young man let out an exuberant whoop as his boy sped up and they raced ahead of the group. Dami looped the reins around his saddle horn in a fluid motion and flung both his hands in the air.
FIN MY BOY! YOU GOTTA TRY THIS! He hollered at his friend in passing as both wolf and horse shot past the rest of the pack. Damian was a cocky bastard and he knew it, but he sure knew how to have fun. This trade deal was just than, an opportunity for Dami to experience the sights, keep in touch with all the damn fine males from Feonix pack, and of course, to gain some new sh*t.
Dami grinned, tilting his head back and letting the wind rip its fingers through his hair, the warmth of the sun kissing his tanned face. The boy was in bliss. Unlike most of the others, he very much enjoyed exploring and getting out of their territory. The same old same old everyday was getting dull. Dami's eyes opened and he realized that he was further ahead of the others than expected, and he gently tugged the reins to the left, turning his boy around.
They slowed their pace and man and horse loped back to the pack. Once he reached them, Damian settled into line next to Finareys. Fin and Dami had always been lose acquaintances, but recently Demi had taken quite a liking to the other man and was trying to befriend him. Both were competitive and outspoken, so it was quite fun actually. They made a mischievous match.
Dami raised an eyebrow, scanning the clearing as both packs arrived at the same time. There seemed to be minor commotion amongst the Feonix, and Dami shook his head, grinning. Damn broody women. That's what happens when you let your pack be ruled by 'em. You get a estrogen filled mess. He snorted, only joking. Or, well, half joking. He wasn't sexist, it was just a proven fact. Case and point? The Feonix. Dami proceeded to dismount and then slid into the seat next to Fin to watch the proceedings.
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The nudging voices in his head protested strongly at the thought of sitting down and shutting up. The gods were insistent. They were trying to warn him of something, but they would only say so much. He let out a soft groan, pulling up the reins of his mare, slowing down to pace a few meters behind Tati. Do I push it?? This doesn't seem like something to be ignored, but now is really not a good time to have her pissed at me.. He muttered under his breath, talking to himself.
The young male really didn't like conflict. In fact, he tried to be friendly and see the best in everyone. Surely Tati was just concerned with her pack's wellbeing and wanted to get this meeting going. Maybe it will be okay, the thing won't happen until later tonight. I'll get a chance to warn her again as soon as the negotiations get underway. He attempted to reassure himself. The worried young man took his seat, as near to Tati as he could be. Something was going to go down, and as irritated at her as he may be, he was going to protect her with his life. She was his alpha and he was loyal.
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Icelyn remained at her station along the wall, watching as the meeting begin. Her eyes had followed Jamison, his wife Aya, his Kaliq, his heir, Absinthe, and his Fola, as the five entered the room, taking their seats. He eyes, for a moment, met Absinthe's from where she sat and Absinthe gave her a small nod in greeting. They were exactly friends, but their relationship was neutral. They wouldn't fight each other for the sake of their packs, but they also wouldn't completely befriend each other for the same reason.
Icelyn's eyes then turned to Rowan as he claimed his seat. He was on edge, she could tell. They had been friends long enough for her to know when something was bothering him. While she wanted to ask him what it was, the meeting had started and she wouldn't be able to talk to him until the two alphas were done with the discussion. She just hoped he was alright. She would approach him as soon as she possibly could.
Sinthe was half tempted to smack a hand to her face. Jamison was really pushing his luck. While she understood that they needed more of the herbs that didn't grow on their turf, he was going to end up pushing Tatiana beyond her tolerance limit. Leaning around Arthur, Sinthe glanced at her alpha, hoping he wasn't going to push Tatiana to her breaking point.
But they did need the herbs.
Winter brought cold, and cold brought sickness. With that sickness, they would need the medicine they, themselves, couldn't make because the herbs didn't grow in their lands. If they didn't have it, several men, women, and children would die from future illness. Jamison did have a point though. Their food supplies hadn't suffered as much as the Feonix's did, but their herb count was still low. To trade that low amount for weapons they could forge themselves, was asinine.
But double the herbs and medicine when Tatiana had just stated that their supplies were low?
That was perhaps a bit too much.
Perhaps they could get in increase in the amount, but Sinthe wasn't willing to bet on double. And exactly what was this plan that Finrayes supposed had? Sinthe hadn't heard anything about it, but that didn't mean anything.
Sinthe leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap. She would sit back and watch for now. After all, Tatiana would really only do business with Jamison and it wasn't Sinthe's place to put her opinions on the table unless her alpha asked her to.
(05-24-2017, 05:42 AM)phantomatics link Wrote:I WAS IN WOODSY SIG ONCE TOO, AND LOOK WHERE I AM NOW
ALONE
DON'T TRUST WOODSY PUTTING YOU IN HIS SIG, IT MEANS NOTHING
HAPPILY MARRIED TO AJDAWNY MCCALL IS MY LOVELY CHILD
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[abbr=24 years old, Theron, Demi Boy (he/him and they/them), Pansexual and Panromantic, Athletic, Mellow, and Calculating]☽*˚⊹.[/abbr] | HEYOK BLACKWOOD
 Breakin' my back just to know your name
Seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game
A breakin' my back just to know your name
But heaven ain't close in a place like this
Anything goes but don't blink, you might miss
'Cause heaven ain't close in a place like this
The hunter knew his place, he had leaned up on his part of the wall with the others of the group. As he watched and listened he could feel the tension spark when Jamison sort of declined the request. His negotiation tactics where rough, but it was the leader he fell under for the current moment. He looked over too Fin who sat next to Jamison an the wife of the leader. Fin was about three years younger then the tracker, but age wasn't anything too the wolf. After all if a sixteen year old in Feonix could become the next Wanheda or Heda of the group truthfully he can see a twenty-one year old being of higher rank too him. Though he saw everyone on one plain, hierarchy didn't mean shit too the assassin. He could rise up in ranks surely he could, he didn't fucking want too, he liked where he was as the best Theron in the Nirrith pack.
He wasn't too dislike crowds but this one had their scents of there packs, then the little separate scents, some smelling like pinegum, too another that smells of mint leaves. The male had a smirk when he smelled old blood,
some of these girls and boys where wounded not too serious he'd imagine but if a fought broke out those would be first to strike down. [b]"Maybe you guys should learn how to hunt better." He spoke with a dawning smirk on his lips it was more too himself frankly but he sort of looked over too Icelyn a warrior of her side. Meaning she could probably hunt as well, it wasn't a crazy science to be able to hunt, it is the art of being a master at it that is hard.
Hyeok scratched the back of his head as he too a glimpse around the room something was off. Not the tension but something else, it caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand at end.
The city is at war â€â€Â✧ general
 heyok ilta blackwood / demi boy / 24 years old / June 19th / Gemini
 a very appealing voice, fruity, and orotund
 nirrith / theron And it's playtime for the young and rich â€â€Â✧ appearance
 faceclaim is Agust D/Suga
 woflcalim is here
 earrings and a tattoo of a star on his left index finger
 health: 90% Ignore me if you see me 'cause I just don't give a shit â€â€Â✧ personality
 gryffindor / sanguine / ENTP / chaotic neutral
 Active, Alert, Athletic, Decent, Enthusiastic, Flexible, Flirtatious, Freethinking, Graceful, Hardworking, Honorable, Humorous, Objective, Observant, Organized, Precise, Planful, Polished, Punctual, Relaxed, Resourceful, Romantic, Strong, Suave, Witty, Youthful
 Casual, Cute, Mellow, Outspoken, Proud, Stern, Stubborn, Surprising, Tough
 Argumentative, Calculating, Crafty, Critical, Dirty, Disobedient, Envious, Erratic, Forgetful, Frightening, Hostile (in certain situations), Insensitive (some of the times), Money-minded (sort of), Paranoid, Passive, Provocative, Secretive, Trendy, Troublesome, Undisciplined, Vague The city is at war â€â€Â✧ history
 Hyeok was born into a group that wasn't either, for it was a loner group so to speak. It was a nomadic pack that were known for their tracking talents. They could track don't anything and anyone and they would do it. They were also well known for tracking a price for someone's head. Hyeok was born too have a older brother who was seven when hyeok was about three. They had been staying at a nice area with a lake and hyeok and his older brother decided to go down too the lake and go fishing. When they got the pack had been whipped out completely. Hyeok saw all the dead bodies and the temporary camp in shambles.
 After his pack was destroyed hyeok and his older brother became one there own. The older brother was determined to hunt down who did this and kill them with his own hands. The tracking led them too the two packs. Hyeok was about twelve when they joined the pack his brother determined that the murder lived amongst them. The two brothers always on guard one day Hyeoks older brother went out on a hunt, and wasn't seen again after that. But Hyeok has taken subtle missions for hunt's still sometimes another from another pack. And trust me if you need a bounty hunter you've got one when it comes to hyeok. he will make sure you end up with the creature's head on a stick. Bless the young and rich â€â€Â✧ relationships & interaction
 pansexual & panromantic / single / not yet interested currently
 Npc xx npc
 difficult physically & mentally / attack in #320000
 Paladin || Fighting (10) & Intellect (14)
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