Will you accept one such as me? {joining/open}

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Wren had been a loner for quite some time now. It wasn't as if she was itching to throw herself into a pack, but as a detached soul, her nature prevented her from openly approaching a pack, especially in the dead of night. It certainly was a foreign type of greeting, but being a loner in such hostile territory was not a desirable position. Residing with one of the less strict packs would conform to her demeanor more comfortably than any of the other packs around here, and thus she chose Airila. Her paws carried her noiselessly through the frosted territory, with her ears perked rigidly for any signs of a pack member. She would only go to the border of the territory out of respect, for she knew the rules of a pack. Going beyond these distinct borders could result in punishment, even if she anticipated the reprimand to be rather light. The wolfess swiftly loped through the snow-covered earth, winding through the trees and carrying herself with a sense of neutrality. She didn't want to seem too confident or too submissive, so something in between was ultimately necessary. If anything, the female hoped to prove to be a functional, valuable member to this pack. If not, continuous wandering would be her final resort, although reverting back to her loner ways weren't what she was seeking.

The scent of pack territory wafted distinctly into Wren's nostrils as she approached a point where the trees seemed to part. This must be where Airila's borders are.. I suppose I should summon one of their members, she thought, but calling out into the eerie nighttime seemed unusual. It's not as if she'd be as active during the day, and the soft moonbeams of night calmed her nerves. Her vampiric attribute was something to be dealt with, but the girl had no intention on changing it. And her obsession with graveyards and death seemed a bit unnerving as well, but things happened. She hoped that while in this pack, she could witness some sort of death as a studying opportunity. A creepy motive, but a motive nonetheless. She wanted to experience the event through non-traumatic means, and this meant watching an animal die. Her mysterious attitude wracked her mind and kept her thoughts busy, as usual, but this wouldn't stop her from requesting the presence of an Airlia member. She inhaled deeply, before emitting a long, uncanny howl. It's volume was just loud enough to pierce the ears of an onlooking pack member, but only just enough to satisfy this need. She wasn't a loud female, and she didn't intend to speak very much. There was no point to making her summon more prominent than it already was. The creepy girl then stood utterly still, complete silence enveloping her. A calming sensation. Her beautiful, soft iris' scanned the area for any sign of life.. If a wolf would bother to show.

While she waited for the member to arrive, she rested her hindquarters onto the ground, becoming bored with this scene. There was nothing to investigate, no corpses to sift through and nowhere to connect with any spiritual beings.. It was always interesting to listen to the souls cry out in anguish for a savior, forever damned to searching for their God. The white wolf then decided to look to her own body for exploration. That odd obsession of hers kicked in immediately, and glancing around, she quickly slit a scrape on the back of her foreleg with her dull claws, watching the miniscule amount of blood trickle down. The only reason her stubby claws could do this was because she hit a veins, slicing it open and watching this fluid spill freely. She swiftly craned down her neck and lapped up the scarlet fluid, tasting the metallic tang to the substance with an allegedly innocent curiosity. Wren knew that a wolf wasn't close by, and having the rare opportunity to do this was perfect. After cleaning her self-inflicted wound, she stood, brushing off the snow form her rump with a light shake. When the Airlia member arrived, they would suspect nothing of her queer behavior, not being able to witness it themselves.

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ooc <3 I hope this is correct!

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tell my mother, tell
my father i've done the best i can to make them realize this is my life

SPIRIT

In the pale moon's light, her feet kicked up the snow and caused the glitter to leave a shining trail as it went through the air, landing in a gracious pile a few inches from where it first left the frost-covered forest floor. It shifted through her toes softly, not numbing anything as she was already far more used to it than most wolves. This was the type of weather she was used to living in, the weather she had grown up in and had made herself known in. She loved this type of weather. A clear night with no breeze to disrupt the joyful yet eerie silence, the full moon waning down on everything and casting distorted shadows, and snow. Oh, how she adored the snow. While she loved any cool type of weather, the snow made her feel like she was at home, that everything was as beautiful, perfect, and as undisturbed as the snow itself. It was incredibly pristine when untouched by anything, left alone by the paws of any creature, including the other wolves she loved more than it.

Of course, one would not think she was entirely built for the snow. Her dark fur was a beautiful shade of ebony, tinted here and there with accent colors that were common for the species of the tundra wolf. She couldn't help but stick out against the snow, even if blending meant hiding in the dark branches of the leafless vegetation that surrounded her, rested on top of the snow. The pines were the only relief from the moon she could get, their thick shadows concealing her with every movement. The soft snow padded each step and prevent much sound from traveling while she waded through it. Her rounds were spent alone, even though she often wished for someone to travel with her. She had been sleeping during the day in order to make up for being gone, patrolling every border when night came and when the moon and stars were her only guide. She felt she owed the pack that much.

Spirit's ears twitched curiously when the daunting howl reached them, head turning in the direction of where it had come from. Who would be out and about this time of night, looking to join a pack? Well, she supposed, not everyone could live for the day. Some preferred the night time hours to spend their waking moments. She only did so to patrol every border and remark the ones that seemed to have weakened since the last wolf's patrol. It had been some time, though, since she had come across another creature wishing to join their ranks, during any time of the day. She set off towards the sound, loping through at an easy pace. Her mind pondered the possibilities of the wolf wanting to join them. The call had been high in octaves, meaning female, but there was no breeze to indicate such until she reached the site of the call. She slowed and concealed herself in the shadows and the branches of the dead plant life.

The female was sitting kindly at the border, waiting patiently. Her nose picked up on the scent of blood, a smell she was unfortunately accustomed to, but as her fierce golden eyes flickered over her body, there seemed to be nothing wrong. There were not visible marks that seemed to cause her hindrance. Nonetheless, the wolf was wishing to join. She doubted Toiro nor Huxleyi were awake at this hour, she would rouse them if necessary, but she could at least attempt conversation while waiting for one of them to show. Spirit pulled herself out from behind the brush and held a semi-dominant posture. She was not to be messed with, but she was not outright going to chase her away. She was curious. If the wolf threatened the pack, she would leave her with a few scars and a second thought about returning. If not, well, she would keep her company until the time Toiro or Huxleyi could make an appearance. "Greetings, stranger. I am Spirit, Warrior of Airila. You seemed to have picked an odd time to ask for admission into our ranks." Her tone was friendly and there was a smile on her maw.


"spirit speaking" - #F4F4F4
"spirit thinking"
"others speaking"
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i'm not angry, i'm just saying
that sometimes goodbye is a second chance