Alpha
I joined on January 1970, I am a proud and I've made 49 posts
NORTHERN STRENGTH.
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Post by Alpha, Elisabethene Champagne on Apr 25, 2016 19:50:19 GMT -5
ALL ROLE PLAY FOR THE 3 DECEMBER 2022 WITHIN THE VHERIEN CENTRE IS PLACED HERE
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Hunter
I joined on January 1970, I am a proud Male and I've made 2 posts
Stranger of the Heavens
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Post by HUNTER, CAELIUS LESTRANGE on Apr 27, 2016 18:06:30 GMT -5
♛ There was no soft grass like in the meadows of Elissabeth's field, nor did the sound of rushing water from Andor's fall flood the audits of the copper brute. Long stalks carried his lean build, the sky blocked out by tall trees. He suppose it was a good thing that snow hardly ever carried deep enough into the woods, but it always meant the ground was forever muddy and bare, wolfen footprints being the only accessory. Here where the air was chill and hardly anything look interesting at the moment. Caelius Lestrange was a hunter, and the proof were the stains of blood that seemed unable to wash off. The copper tints hid it well, but he made sure that next time he was near water he'd properly wash off. Of course, he wouldn't dare linger far into Andor's Waterfall, a place where only the Alphas may go, but most likely down stream where bears less visited due to the dangerous rocks that would give way to their humongous bodies. As a Hunter, Cael's body was leaner and less bulky like the male guards that oversaw the safety of the pack. He was still bigger than any female but, a las, in his situation his build was a blessing for his profession. CAELIUS LESTRANGE, HUNTER | TAG; OPEN
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Alpha
I joined on January 1970, I am a proud Male and I've made 11 posts
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Post by Alpha, Charles Bonnaire on May 14, 2016 0:31:49 GMT -5
CHARLES BONNAIRE [ ALPHA OF VHERIEN ][ TAGGED- CAELIUS ]
The blood of a Bonnaire always called for a strong and dedicated wolf, but ever since his parent's death, Charles seemed to always be upset whenever he was not with his darling Elisabethene. Though it is not wrong for the brute to have a romantic interest in the fae, a Bonnaire has never mated with a Champagne before and quite frankly, he feared her rejection more than anything. Elisabethene was the one that was his constant. It was wrong of him to rely on Griseldan, but who more could he do? He loved his packmates, yes, and respected them, yes, but he's still a young brute who lost his parents. Who better to be with then the one that he has strong affections for and the one that he's known since birth? He felt guilty still.
Stepping into Vherien Centre, the brute spotted one of his hunters. A trusted one as well. "Caelius." The Alpha greeted him, hoping for some distraction until the day came to an end. "Has anyone else woken yet?" He asked, wondering where his pack was.
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Commanding Guard
I joined on January 1970, I am a proud Female and I've made 13 posts
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Post by Commander, Dharcie Dumare on May 14, 2016 0:46:13 GMT -5
- COMMANDING GUARD OF VHERIEN, NO ROMANTIC INTEREST YET
- TAGGED- CHARLES, CEALIUS
Dark amber eyes were squinted every two seconds as she walked into
the light outside. Dharcie wasn't the best wolf in the morning and quite
frankly, she could use a few extra naps, she doubt that Charles would
allow it. At least he wouldn't if he was himself again. Dharcie wouldn't
admit it, but although she respects the Alpha Female of Griselda, she
was also very upset by Elisabethene talking him away from HIS pack. A
small smile beamed on her once she saw her alpha and one of the hunters
at the Centre of their pack this time. "Good morning Cealius!" The fae
said joyfully before dipping her head before Charles. "Good morning, my
Alpha." She said before taking a seat and waiting for the rest of the pack.
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Beta
I joined on January 1970, I am a proud and I've made 13 posts
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Post by Beta, Tandoori Nightshade on May 14, 2016 8:38:57 GMT -5
Pack: Vherien || Scent: Pine || Accent: American/New Yorker || Age: 4 Years 6 Months|| Rank: Guard || Love Interest: Open || Tags: Charles, Dharcie, Caelius
Casanova shook snow from his grey and white pelt before he slipped under the cover of the trees, returning home from his early morning patrol of the borders. His large paws carried him swiftly and silently across the snow as he made his way for the Centre. Casanova's green eyes kept alert along with his nose for any signs of danger. Soon, he reached the Centre and gave a large smile to those assembled. "G'Mornin! And a beautful day it is." He greeted and wagged his tail as he trotted over. He sat down a few feet from the trio and looked from one wolf to the next. Charles, his alpha, he respected him but he knew something was troubling him and he didn’t like it; but Charles won't let any of his wolves help, instead he ran to that Griselda fae every chance he got…a soft groan pulled from his throat before he shook his head and looked at Caelius. The hunter wasn't very social and never gave Cas the chance to be true friends. He sighed and rolled his eyes before moving on. Dharcie. He smiled at her and leaned in closer since he was sitting closest to her. "What's going on?" He whispered in her ear. He enjoyed annoying Dharcie and quite frankly she's the only wolf in his pack he's really close to. He gave another look around and shame and sadness pinched his heart, his pack wasn't anywhere near as close as it should be…he had plans to change that.
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Alpha
I joined on January 1970, I am a proud Male and I've made 11 posts
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Post by Alpha, Charles Bonnaire on May 15, 2016 18:59:58 GMT -5
CHARLES BONNAIRE [ ALPHA OF VHERIEN ][ TAGGED- DHARCIE, CASANOVA ]
As the Commanding Guard made her way towards the Centre, Charles's eyes turned towards his Commander, seeing her smile for the first time in ages. "Dhar, is there a reason for that lovely smile this morning?" He asked, wondering what made her so joyous and not unhappy like usual. Charles knew Dharcie as a friend and he knew Dharcie a trusted ally, and an ally of a Bonnaire should not be unhappy.
As Casanova made his way into camp, Charles's slight happiness died down a smidge. Casanova was a good friend, but ever since Charles went into his slump, Charles just felt judged by him and he hated that. He hated it more than anything. "Morning, Cass." The Alpha said politely, wondering what was on his friend's mind.
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Beta
I joined on January 1970, I am a proud and I've made 13 posts
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Post by Beta, Tandoori Nightshade on Jun 23, 2016 14:41:07 GMT -5
Pack: Vherien || Scent: Pine || Accent: American/New Yorker || Age: 4 Years 6 Months|| Rank: Guard || Love Interest: Open || Tags: Charles, Dharcie, Caelius
Casanova smiled and nodded. "How are you doing today, Sir?" He asked politely. He felt a sort of uneasiness coming from Charles and the feeling prickled its way down his spine, making his fur stand on end involuntarily. His ears fell slightly after he noticed they were too erect, too dominant. Casanova shook out his pelt and wondered where the rest of the pack was.
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I joined on January 1970, I am a proud Female and I've made 3 posts
Used to be Peppy on previous Loup Gris Sites.
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Post by pippin on Jun 25, 2016 8:12:42 GMT -5
Age: 2 years -> Sex: Fae -> Pack: Vherian -> Crush: Casanova
Peppy paced happily into the territory, a rabbit dangling from her jaws, soon to be lifeless. The creature was still warm, it's blood pulsing in fear as her teeth began to sink into the creature, it squealing in agony, it's body jumping around in her mouth, until of course her teeth had managed to sink through the creature completely, now a hook on the white rodent... The female glanced around to admire the view, the wolfs pacing around, the day buzzing by within the community. She was glad that the packs were at peace, otherwise war would be on every brutes mind, the faes either fighting along side or looking after pups. Charles was busy with Elisabethe - no doubt he had an interest in the beautiful fae, though she seemed most dominant around here, and in most packs. Almost as if she was the leader of every pack, no question.
She placed herself beneath an isolated tree, her thin feminine frame in her upright position, her tail curling as she stared at the rabbit. She dropped it on the floor, giving it a lick to taste the blood. She wasn't hungry.
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