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Robin Willowreaver Offline

Okhotnik of Caelum Clutch
1 year & 10 months Seasons / male / Avelorn
Played by Agent 9
650 Runes 
Domum - Ferox
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#1

Robin Willowreaver




An unusual sense of calmness had washed over Robin, and he kept his head raised a bit as he walked, letting the early Summer breeze tousle his fur. It had looked like a good day to go out for a walk, so once he'd made sure that he didn't have any duties, real or imagined, to tend to for Caelum, the young wolf had set out to enjoy himself. To the southwest of the mountains was a waterfall, and at that base of those falls sat a massive lake that he had never before seen. Until now, that was.

Getting there hadn't been easy, but Robin had been determined to find a safe way down the falls, using what rocks he could as footholds and leverage. By the time he had reached the bottom, he was covered in a fine spray of mist, and his paws were soaked. Luckily the ground beneath him was sandy; it'd be hard for him to slip, no matter how wet he became.

The young wolf shook as much of the water away as he could, then began to walk, heading no where in particular until he decided to near one of the lake's edges. The water was clearer than he had imagined it could be, so much so that he could see his reflection in it. And for a brief moment Robin swore that he was staring at none other than Pan. They'd looked so much alike, as pups...only the others had never worn strips of leather around their neck, like he did, and Pan...well, Pan had always looked so confident, so strong and wise...

With a heavy sigh, Robin sat himself down and frowned at the water's near-shimmering surface.


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Satchel Rache Offline

of Vindico
Seasons / non-binary / Hybrid
Played by Dan
90 Runes 
Domum - Ferox
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#2
Satchel
Still got the scars on my back from your knife

He had to hand it to himself, somehow it was always easy to end up this way. Going round and round in circles, as if dreaming might be just out of grasp. Inhaling the sweet air, he furrowed his brows and inched down the slippery incline towards fates unknown. Slightly apprehensive with good reason, every-time he managed to find his niche it all came tumbling down. Destined to roam as a feral beast, his electric orange eyes betrayed nothing but the turmoil with in. A fickle sort of wonder, intent on devouring him alive.

It was rather pleasant here, compared to his last get away this was a damn paradise. So far he managed it alone, paws gripped the cooled rocks as his pale hide slipped through towards unknown destinations. Panting at the edges he noticed the lake, stomach rumbled at the thought of fish and other flesh to render useless. It might be too good to be true, either way there was no point to return too. He continued along his treacherous path,  inching his way towards the shore line when he noticed the vibrant splash of crimson upon the bank. Twitching once, curiosity rose up to claim him once more.

Call it instinct, call it whatever he didn't give a fuck in the end. Without a sound he stalked the younger male, heart beating like a hammer the closer the approach. Licking his inky lips, his tail wriggling with anticipation as he soaked up every inch. Yes, yes, yes!!! So close now he could see every single strand of that delicious fur, he slunk low and coiled up his muscular frame.

" BOO!!!

A swift pounce, steering clear of a collision as he landed just to the left a wicked grin upon his handsome face. It had been a while since he played such games, full of the best intentions an eye trained on the mouse before him. Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm.


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Robin Willowreaver Offline

Okhotnik of Caelum Clutch
1 year & 10 months Seasons / male / Avelorn
Played by Agent 9
650 Runes 
Domum - Ferox
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#3

Robin Willowreaver




There was the faintest of movements beneath the water's surface, and Robin leaned in a bit further, wondering if a fish had swam by. He wasn't feeling too hungry, but a quick bite to eat wasn't something that he would turn down. If it was easy enough to catch, at least. And most fish were discouragingly fast—

"BOO!!!"

Without warning the young wolf went tumbling forward, as if he'd been pushed, a terrified scream torn from his throat before it was drowned out by gurgling and spluttering. The edge of the lake was, fortunately, shallow, but Robin flailed as hard as he would have if he'd been drowning, his claws unsheathed and scrabbling at the sandy mud until he could pull himself back onto dry land. Soaked from nose to tail-tip, he fought to calm his breaths as his chest heaved and his heart hammered mercilessly away at his ribcage, beating so loudly that, for a moment, it was all that he could hear.

Eventually the young wolf turned his head and, his eyes widened in pure, lingering terror, looked over at the stranger who had popped up. He was a pale, skinny wolf...almost sickly-looking, if it wasn't for the energy and amusement that seemed to blaze within the burning, orange orbs that were his eyes. And he was staring back at him, with an intensity that was enough to make the skin beneath Robin's soaked fur crawl.

Where had he come from? And better yet, why had he felt the need to scare him, like that?

"W-w-why d-did you d-d-do th-that...?" the young wolf muttered, somewhat aware that he had begun to tremble, and violently.




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Satchel Rache Offline

of Vindico
Seasons / non-binary / Hybrid
Played by Dan
90 Runes 
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#4
[ i have permission from 9 to do this.]

Satchel
Still got the scars on my back from your knife

It was difficult to determine when he'd last felt this in tune with himself, blood rushing through out as he watched the pretty young man struggle before him. A silent thrill at the sound of that scream, almost like doing drugs again as his heart fluttered soft in his chest. He did his best to restrain himself, the thought of flesh and blood hard to get over. But he was new here, and must exercise some self control. Panting rather happily, he reached out a fore paw and prodded his new found prize.

It was rude to leave the poor lad hanging like that, a slow lick of his lips as he scoured every inch of that cream and crimson hide. It had been a while since he laid eyes on such a fine specimen, a low moan as it all caught up. Now now Satchel, don't play with your food. " call me Satchel." a grunt, before his muscular frame slunk forth to dominate the quivering animal. Shuddering a few times, this was always so easy with Zen. Alas he seemed to have lost his touch, struggling to caress the boy with out too much damage done.

" I promise it won't hurt, that much." breath hot and sticky in that red ear, slithering over the top of that rich silky fur as he attempted to mount from behind. It was akward at first, a long time coming since he engaged in such encounters. Shuddering once more, he pressed himself firmly down on his smaller companion and licked slowly along the base of his neck. Oh my, this felt too fucking good already.

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Robin Willowreaver Offline

Okhotnik of Caelum Clutch
1 year & 10 months Seasons / male / Avelorn
Played by Agent 9
650 Runes 
Domum - Ferox
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Neophyte
#5

Robin Willowreaver




Silence hung between them, growing heavier as the seconds went by and the stranger said nothing. Robin could only frown as he continued to stare at him and wait for his answer; that was, if he planned on making an attempt to explain himself, to begin with. It would be the appropriate thing to do, but...the young wolf couldn't say that he would be shocked if this pale wolf decided to stay quiet. Some people did things without rhyme or reason, acting on the random, nonsensical whims that bid their bodies to do things before their minds could devote any thought to them.

Not that that made it okay. Because it really, really wasn't.

The longer the young wolf waited, the more he swore he could feel the stranger's eyes boring into his dampened fur. Why was it that he was looking at him so hard?

Out of nowhere, the wolf poked him, and Robin instinctively flinched away from his touch, the discomfort and fear within him only seeming to grow. Then he dragged his tongue across his lips, looking for all the world as though he was sizing up a plump, potential meal. Finally he spoke, addressing himself as Satchel, and Robin's frowned deepened. It was like he hadn't even heard his question...

All of a sudden the pale man was up and stalking toward him, a feral grin plastered upon his face. His ears laying themselves against his skull, Robin forced his trembling figure off of the sand and started to retreat, backing up one step, then two, then three, his eyes never leaving the advancing wolf, his heart continuing with its relentless pounding.

"Wh-what are...wh-what are y-you..." the young wolf stuttered, taking a few more steps. And then Satchel was behind him, having slunk forward and closed the distance between them within seconds, and before Robin could so much as turn to look at him he felt himself forced to the ground.

"I promise it won't hurt, that much."

Hurt? What was happening, what was he doing...?! Terrified, Robin started to push up against him, wanting desperately to get up, but the wolf was far heavier than he was, and stronger, his musculature standing out in his form as he weighed the young wolf down. A tongue trailed along his fur-covered skin, then, and Robin couldn't help the frightened yelp that escaped his lips, nor could he stop himself from struggling, wriggling as much as his thin frame would allow.

"L-let me go, l-let m-me go!" he cried out, digging into the sand with his claws. "I don't know wh-what you want, but don't hurt me, p-p-please don't h-hurt me, please! Let me go!!"





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Caracara Madar Offline

Loner of Vindico
3 years & 5 months Seasons / Female / Familiar
Played by Saffie
60 Runes 
Domum - Ferox
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#6


The mountain looked over the lake, giving her a view that stretched for miles. Since being promoted, she had taken to surveying the surrounding lands, ensuring that no threats breached her home. Today was no different. The Queen floated through the skies, peering down at the world below her. The stark red wolf below was impossible to miss. She knew of him, he was part of the pack, though his name escaped her. She was about to return home when a second shape slinked forward. Giving pause, she watched, rage quickly bubbling in her chest. The straggler frightened the red boy, sending him tumbling before before pouncing on him. Without so much as a second thought she dove down, wings folded to her sides in order to get to the scene faster. She shot in like a bat out of hell, wings remaining pinned to her sides until the last moment when they shot out and her paws touched the earth. Ears pinned to her skull, eyes narrowing with the promise of punishment. A snarl ripped from delicate lips, feathers and hackles lifted. Wings remained outward, poised and ready for action.

"Leave him the fuck alone." She bit out through clenched jaws, daggers flashing in the light. Talons dug into the soft earth as she sought to approach the pair from their right sides, seeking to align her chest with the offending wolf's right shoulder, putting them a perpendicular angle. Her tail perched dominantly above her hips, crown lifted high with her chin tucked. It had been so long since this aggression had broken free, since she had let her inner demon out to play. Chains where broken in her tattered mind and she fed off her rage, allowing it to roll off her in waves as she sought to close the distance. If her command was not obeyed, she would not hesitate to attack, to steal this bastards balls and shove them down his throat.

Her gaze did not stray to her pack mate, not yet at least, he focus was entirely on the offender and getting him to first focus on his so that the red boy could return to the mountain and perhaps fetch some assistance. A growl rumbled in her throat, her petite figure trembling with thinly veiled rage. Salvia pooled in her mouth. She missed the taste of blood and pulling it from another veins. So long she had kept her emotions in check, to ensure the safety of those around her, but now she could let loose, unleashing months of pent of crazy onto this foolish stranger who dared attack a wolf of her pack.

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Indian Madar Offline

Crafter of Noa
19 Seasons / Male / Familiar
Played by Dee
110 Runes 
Domum - Ferox
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#7
                                   
                                               
                   
                       
Indian Madar
               
Keep the streets empty for me          

                       

                       
                                         
                   

He didn't leave the mountain much anymore, though he always stayed near the peaks so he could watch. Today there were many things to watch; Cara was circling in the distance, some mountain goat were grazing nearby and every so often he could see other packmates milling about. That was the one downside to having claimed the mountain range, the non singed wolves often hung to the lower lying areas. But it was a big territory and there was plenty of food here which made up for it in his books. Slowly the massive male would pick himself up and stand, about to drop down and possibly hunt only to spot Cara drop like a stone out of the sky. Eyes would immediately fly wide and he didn't even think before he practically threw himself off his ledge and into the skies. Wingspan would react as he churned the air and attempted to practically crawl his way through the air as if it might somehow make him move faster. His mind went wild trying to figure out what had happened, eyes wide and wild as he began scanning the ground as he drew closer to where he had seen his sister drop. Was she hurt? Had someone attacked her?

Then he eyes found them, Cara on the ground facing off against two wolves. He didn't even think to look at what the other two were doing instead he would tuck his wings into his sides much like his sister had and he would drop like a rock out of the sky. Though unlike her more daring landing he would allow wings to snap out and catch the air far enough away from the ground to drop haunches first. Every damn time he tried to land front feet first he always face planted. Without freaking fail and already the tension around them was palpable, no reason to faceplant... Cara was angry, so much so that he almost turned to her first to tell her to calm the fuck down but that was when the red caught his attention. Robin? White... Who was that... What were they... OH GOD! His jaw would slacken and he backpeddled a bit. Had they interrupted something? Nope... Robin's face said everything. Like the concerned parent standing behind a cop ready to shoot a suspect Indy would skirt around Cara and reach out a paw. "Come to me Robin..." He would state, looking more to soothe the boy and get him out of the situation then anything else.

                       
                       
                       
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Satchel Rache Offline

of Vindico
Seasons / non-binary / Hybrid
Played by Dan
90 Runes 
Domum - Ferox
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#8
Satchel
Still got the scars on my back from your knife

It was never going to get any easier, suppressed from the inside out as he breathed forth nothing but toxicity. Electric stare cut through the emptiness surrounding him, a lash of his ivory tail to express his lack of amusement as the bird wolf came hurtling his way. A supple growl, as taunt as a strike of lightning as he moved quickly away from the red coated boy. Intruders, here to crash his party well they were in for a surprise. All these feelings pent up, on over flow status soon if he failed to reconcile them.

He was a bit miffed, watching as they so tenderly cared for one another. Loneliness gripped his fickle heart, a frown inching over inky lips as he looked upon them each in turn. Such fine display of camaraderie, how fucking precious it must feel to have these things on your side. Shaking himself off he stood to full height, that fire burning burning burning away at his core leaving little left in return. Well, if they wanted to play these wicked games then he'd be damned if he ended up anything but first place.

Without a sound he moved, fluid and effortless as he honed in on his next victim. A slight woosh as he sailed through the air, jaws snapping a vicious tune as he aimed for one of those pretty wings the female dare show him. A thrill of adrenaline, happiness radiated through out as he pent up all the things better left unsaid. Going in full force, he used his weight to try and shove her over aimimng to render her exposed under side useless. Now, this was more like it.

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Robin Willowreaver Offline

Okhotnik of Caelum Clutch
1 year & 10 months Seasons / male / Avelorn
Played by Agent 9
650 Runes 
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#9

Robin Willowreaver




He isn't...he isn't listening...! Robin internally screeched, the panic in him steadily rising as he continued to flail and push up against the pale brute, who only seemed to press down harder. But he didn't let up, wriggling and flailing and hoping against hope that his damp body would give him some sort of advantage, only it wasn't, and all that he was doing was covering himself in sand and mud. Feeling as helpless as a newborn pup, the young wolf fell into near-hysterics, wailing and screaming for anyone who was close enough to hear him.

And then, out of nowhere, a great, wing'ed creature descended from the cloudless skies above, diving with impossible speed until their feathered appendages stretched out to catch the wind and stop them. Bird-like feet were the first to touch the ground, and as the being landed Robin found himself staring up at them, the sheer reverence in his tear-filled, honey hues making him look like a devout worshiper who was gazing upon their God. Immediately he recognized Cara, one of Indian's many siblings. Oddly enough, she looked the same as she had the last time he had seen her, back when she'd confronted Andraste at their pack meeting. She was furious, her hackles raised and her lips curled back from her teeth in a vicious snarl. Robin couldn't help but flinch when she commanded Satchel to leave him alone—the woman was beyond terrifying—but he was thankful that she had come. If she could chase the pale brute away, he would be freed...

A sudden gust of wind buffeted his fur, sending a chill throughout his dampened body, and then Indian was a few way, beckoning for him to come. It was at that moment that Satchel leapt away from him, snapping his own jaws as he went for Cara. Robin took the opportunity to scramble to his feet and make his way over to his leader, where he dove behind him and more or less curled in on himself, the trembles only seeming to worsen.

Indian was here. Indian was here, and Cara was, too, and together they would keep that pale beast away from him, and he would be okay...okay and safe and...

The young wolf squeezed his eyes shut, choking back the relieved tears that were threatening to spill over.



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Caracara Madar Offline

Loner of Vindico
3 years & 5 months Seasons / Female / Familiar
Played by Saffie
60 Runes 
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She didn't have to look to know that it was her brother who touched down behind her. The pale criminal soon tturned his attentions to her, allowing her brother to call to the red boy and get him out of harms way. But she had spoiled the mans fun, it was only fair that she allowed him to continue his game, but with a far more worthy and capable opponent. Defenses slide into the place: eyes narrowed, ears pinned, hackles raised. Her shoulders rolled forward while her neck scrunched, limbs spread equidistance and bent at the joint, toes splayed and claws to dig into the earth. Her feathered tail aligned with her spine, flaring out behind her for balance. Her weight fell evenly across all four limbs, wings shifting to be only partially expanded.

She sought to position herself directly in front of her opponent, wanting him to come at her head on. He sailed through the air, jaws snapping towads her wings. In an attempt to meet him half way, she would spring forward, seeking to use her smaller stature to her advantage. Wings flared out, legs bending to lower herself several inches closer to the ground, causing jaws to miss their intended target. Her right shoulder sought to jut forward, seeking to drive the pointy bone into the lower left side of her opponents chest. Her skull tipped to its right, jaws unhinging in an attmept to grab the right side of her opponents throat, just below his right sided jaw. She would bring the bastard to his knees.

Jaws thirsted for blood, her mind thrashed wildly at the thought of the crimson liquid cascading down her throat. Bright blue eyes flared with a fire that screamed insanity. Perhaps he was the perfect opponent, just as crazy and willing to inflict damage. A feral sound ripped from her jaws as her right foreleg sought to leave the ground following her bite. Weight immediately redistrubted, as talons sought to slam down on her opponents left forepaw, pointed daggers seeking to dig into flesh and shred tendons, hoping the render the appendage useless. It felt so good.

CARA vs SATCHEL for CLAIM

Round 1/3?

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