name: PuppyThief
current characters: Flair & Micaden
how you found us: Resident great dane
fight stats: Already set
Role Play Sample:
The return of the rains had been like a slap in the face, attempt as they may, to wash away all traces of the summer draught, they had come too late and there was no room in Leo’s heart for gratitude. In the time since returning from Dead Empress Backwater, the Vuesain yearling had buried himself in work, doing his best to pull his weight for the pack as well as staying too busy to think much about anything else. With as many pups as adults, there was more than enough work to go around, thankfully they were old enough now that they didn’t need to be constantly minded, but they still required some supervision.
Dutifully, their older brother/cousin would take his stint with the kids, and he enjoyed it too, in small doses. But he preferred the solitude of a small game hunt, or walking the border, keeping his family safe from outside threats, the only ones he had any control over. It felt strange, leaving his own marks where his father’s should have been, though Aleister’s scent had long since faded from the familiar mixture of the Cove’s wolves.
The sun had set, and Leo was losing his ability to concentrate before he finally conceded to retiring for the night, half asleep on his feet. However, when he came across the fresh trail of a particular pack mate, the yearling paused, debating for a moment before changing directions. He’d been thinking about seeking out the new leader for a while now, but they’d both been so busy; Better to grab the chance now, then…!
A bit about your character:
The Vuesain eir, trying to live up to his fathers name
current characters: Flair & Micaden
how you found us: Resident great dane
fight stats: Already set
Role Play Sample:
The return of the rains had been like a slap in the face, attempt as they may, to wash away all traces of the summer draught, they had come too late and there was no room in Leo’s heart for gratitude. In the time since returning from Dead Empress Backwater, the Vuesain yearling had buried himself in work, doing his best to pull his weight for the pack as well as staying too busy to think much about anything else. With as many pups as adults, there was more than enough work to go around, thankfully they were old enough now that they didn’t need to be constantly minded, but they still required some supervision.
Dutifully, their older brother/cousin would take his stint with the kids, and he enjoyed it too, in small doses. But he preferred the solitude of a small game hunt, or walking the border, keeping his family safe from outside threats, the only ones he had any control over. It felt strange, leaving his own marks where his father’s should have been, though Aleister’s scent had long since faded from the familiar mixture of the Cove’s wolves.
The sun had set, and Leo was losing his ability to concentrate before he finally conceded to retiring for the night, half asleep on his feet. However, when he came across the fresh trail of a particular pack mate, the yearling paused, debating for a moment before changing directions. He’d been thinking about seeking out the new leader for a while now, but they’d both been so busy; Better to grab the chance now, then…!
A bit about your character:
The Vuesain eir, trying to live up to his fathers name
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