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Final Start (Open) Jun 2, 2019 0:26:55 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2019 0:26:55 GMT -6

She welcomed the darkness that encased her, almost as if it had been an old friend or a family member giving her a welcoming hug. Family. Something that the young she wolf had not known in some time. She had grown used to wandering on her own, encountering wolves and other canids here and there, but never had a constant companion that would help her ease her mind. A mind that still held the horror scene of watching her own mother take her final breaths. The scene was burning into her mind’s eye, making the dark she wolf to cry out in pain and horror, wishing to will it away when a sound echoed softly in her ears.

It had been her own cry that sounded, bringing just enough consciousness to her body that she could hear the sounds of water behind her and birds above. Blinking over and over again, the wolf many would grow to know as Nadia lifted her head to look around. When she realized she was on rocks instead of something solid and what should have been foreign, she raised her shaking body so that she would not be laying on her side. Now able to look around a little better with drowsy eyes, Nadia could not see any signs of confinement aside from the shore lines that lay behind her. Almost as if to tell her that the past is gone and to be washed away with the waves that brushed against the rocks.

She didn’t dare to try and stand just yet, but rather continued to lay there allowing grey eyes to take in the land around her. The rocks did not jab into her body the way she would have thought they would have, instead they seemed to have molded around her drying, ragged from. A frame that should have been filled out and ready to bounce back from anything that was thrown at it. Instead, it was slightly unkept and hung on her body like a leaf awaiting its turn to from a tree in the middle of the Autumn season. Her grey eyes were starting to gain a little life back in them the more she looked around as it started to kick into her mind that she could return to what she loved. Roam. Hunt. Run. Jump. The simple pleasures of being a wolf finally returned.

With those thoughts, she heaved herself to her paws, her legs shaking as the darkness slowly crept away from her body. With every step away from the shoreline she took, her steps started to go from shaky and unsteady, her paws and tail dragging, to being able to walk a straight line without staggering. Her paws slowly stopped dragging as she was able to pick them up properly and lay them against the ground with growing ease. Her tail started to gather a small curl in happiness as she started to walk along the shore line from a safe distance. Every now and then, she would allow her eyes to stray back towards the waters, amused at how the waves seemed to be endless as they rolled over each other. With a deep breath, Nadia lowered her rump back into the rocks, keeping her back toward the land away from her as she settled her eyes on the water.

She was sure that she could settle in fairly easily here, where ever here was. But it would take some time. She just wasn’t sure if there were others left here. She could smell them on the wind alongside wild game that she had not been able to enjoy for some time, but most of the scents from fellow wolves seemed to be faint on the wind that carried the growing life of spring and the cool hint of the water.

What is to become of me now? She thought to herself as she turned her skull to throw another glance around where she sat, hoping to find something that would give her some sort of an answer. Even when she knew that she would never find it without finding another soul to speak with or to try and get them to understand since she hardly used any words since that day. With one glance back out at the endless water, she then stood and started walking again. To where, she didn’t know. She just had to keep moving to finish getting rid of the darkness that still lingered in her body.

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Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/5412/grey-wolf-iatro
Date of Birth: 11 March, 2017
Gender: Male
Breed: Grey
Height: 40 inches
Weight: 162 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey, White
Eye Color: Light Blue
Language: 3
Violence: 3
Sexual Content: 3

Final Start (Open) Jun 7, 2019 17:43:08 GMT -6

Post by Iatro on Jun 7, 2019 17:43:08 GMT -6

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[attr="class","iatroText1"]Now that his pack was formed, it was a matter of building them up and thriving. The four wolves that were already under him were good choices. He trusted Itero more than the rest of them, but with how desperate little Firefly was, she was trustworthy. The only one that was a wild card to him, was Ramiel. Ramiel was his own kin, but that meant nothing to them. He had abandoned the idea of having family with his bloodline once they betrayed him. But maybe the male was changing? He was not the most sure about it all and he knew he would keep an eye on the other. Iatro made his way through the lands, heading to the beach. He had not been there for some time, but now that he and Itero were safe from all harm, he wanted to gaze upon the ocean. The water, though treacherous and deadly, it was beautiful. He stared at the waves as they crashed deep into the water. Soft eyes watched carefully as his paws carried him along the shore. The water swept over his paws gently and when it tried to reach higher on his legs, he moved further inward.

He continued more south, crossing the lands that belonged to him. he was heading into neutral territory. He had never been here before and it only made him more interested. The further he traveled down, the more the beach started to change. He looked to the area around him and then he smelled her scent. She was alone, unmarked by any pack in the area. His eyes scanned from left to right, looking for her form. He heard her cry and without thinking, rushed forward. He wanted to make sure she was alright. He didn't smell any danger nearby, but that didn't mean there was not any. He moved quickly, eyes trained to search for the frame of the female. When he found her, his body slowed. He did not want to charge up to her, scare her or even cause more harm to her. He found her, watching the waters. It seemed she too was enthralled by the ocean. "Are you alright?" he asked quietly, not really wanting to disturb her.

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Grey Wolf 💀 Mythos Optimus 💀 Male 💀 3 years old

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Final Start (Open) Jun 7, 2019 20:25:25 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2019 20:25:25 GMT -6

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It had been many moons since Irithya had last entered the southern loner lands. Ever since the fall of Ananke, she had found herself at a loss. She had finally thought she found herself a home on this continent, just to have the chance ripped out from under her. So she had taken back to the shadows, simply taking care of herself first and foremost and leaving the rest to time. She would find a home at some point, and for now she just needed to trust in herself. It had been good to focus on finding herself some; it allowed her to come to terms with some of the terrible things that had happened in her life, thus allowing her to break free of the stigma that lingered over her head. It would be a lie to say that she had completely wiped that chapter from her life, but she was on her way. Being on Anikira had been good for the femme.

But often Irithya found herself thinking back to her adoptive family and her father. What had become of her sister, her father? They had been the only things left in her life, and she simply walked away for a chance at a new life. She finally had a chance to do things for herself, but it did not matter. She was here, and there was nothing that could change that now. So Iri often found herself dreaming of the way her life used to be, and she was not sure which she preferred. There was not a threat of violence lingering over her head here. But to an extent, that was all that she had ever known. And yet two years here felt like little more than a minute. She was alone, and she had been for quite some time.

As the femme wandered down the soft, sandy beaches of I'queyer, she had grown so absorbed in her own thoughts that she hardly noticed the strangers until she was almost upon him. Her gentle blue eyes scanned between the pair, analyzing the situation best as she could. The small femme did not seem immediately uncomfortable with the male's presence, but that was not to say that she was content here. Her expression was one of both interest and concern. She hoped that he was friendly, and his mannerisms did not seem to indicate any malice, but Irithya was always hesitant of approaching strangers. She had down well enough on her own this far, and she had kept herself safe. She wanted to continue to live for another day, but she would not leave a lone femme alone with a large male without at least making sure the situation was innocent.

"Hello there," she offered the pleasant greeting with a bright smile that reached all the way to her eyes. "Everyone okay here?" She would not outright say that she distrusted the male OR the female for that matter. The little dark coated female would simply be far more at risk due to her size in comparison to her companion. The femme's eyes finally drifted to meet the gaze of the brute; he was a unique face, to say the least. Coming to Anikira had been a shock for Irithya; where all the wolves had practically looked alike in slightly varying iterations on the Isles, Anikiran wolves were diverse in the greatest sense of the word.

Sometimes, life being different was for the better.

Word Count: 636 words
Tags: @nadia & Iatro
Notes: Finally may a post with this girl after umpteen years.

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Final Start (Open) Jun 7, 2019 22:47:53 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2019 22:47:53 GMT -6

Lost in her own thoughts as grey eyes seemed fixated on the water, young Nadia had not heard of two wolves approaching from any direction until the first voice rang out. From what she picked up on his tone, he more likely did not have the plan to harm her, nor to scare her. But the latter of the two was inevitable as she jumped to all four paws. Spinning to face not just one, but two creatures fairly larger than she was. She barely had time to regain a steady heartbeat when the second wolf, or she figured to be a wolf from how she looked despite from being so different from any others she had seen, spoke.

With a couple of quick nods in her form of saying everything had been ok, the dark, smaller female lowered her haunches back to the ground with a slightly sunken head that turned toward the waters again. She wasn't afraid to look at them full face, but she also didn't want to lose sight of an ocean that she had not seen in what seemed like forever.

Despite facing the ocean just enough to see it in her peripheral vision, she could still see the other two just fine. He was darker in color that the female, but still remained larger than either of them with a face marking that she had not noticed on any other wolves before. The female on the other hand, was marked just so that Nadia was slightly amused at her colorings. A shade of fur she had never seen on top of markings that were completely unknown to her, Nadia could not help it as she turned her face fully toward them, knowing she had nothing unique about herself. Which was ok with her, it just made her a little more aware of the two wolves here now. It had been enough to make her wonder what other kind of creatures or markings the wolves around here had.

Tilting her head, Nadia tried to figure out the marking on the brute's face, but soon gave up as she straightened her form the best she could with a small amount of the darkness inducing numbness that had yet to slip from her body and to who knows where. She was already fed up with the darkness that had taken over her body multiple times already, always leaving her drowsy and numb for hours before she had ever realized why it had come upon her to begin with.

With a sneeze at the thoughts, she flicked her tail in her own paranoia and refocused her attention to the present rather than the past. It is in the past. The darkness is fading and I have a whole new world before me now. Nothing here to trap me. I hope. She fought back the whimper that wanted to follow behind her thoughts, barely managing to swallow it as to not alarm the two in front of her of anything that could possibly worry them in either way. She wasn't used to others worrying over her, and it was not about to start. The two year old femme had spent most of her time fending herself and worrying over herself that she did not want others to step in and take over the fact of worrying about anything when it came to her. She was more than content with how things had been back home, and if they could be that way again, she would be content. No matter what life threw at her.

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Iatro
Mythos Pack

Posts: 45
OOC Name: Grimm
Biography: http://anikira.com/thread/5412/grey-wolf-iatro
Date of Birth: 11 March, 2017
Gender: Male
Breed: Grey
Height: 40 inches
Weight: 162 pounds
Coat Color: Black, Brown, Grey, White
Eye Color: Light Blue
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Sexual Content: 3

Final Start (Open) Jun 8, 2019 4:58:47 GMT -6

Post by Iatro on Jun 8, 2019 4:58:47 GMT -6

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[attr="class","iatroText1"]He had not meant to startle the female. In fact, he should have taken better steps to make sure he had not done such a thing. He often forgot how tall he was. It could often be very intimidating for those who did not know him. He knew his marking on his face often made others question if he was approachable. He sat on the beach, looking to the ocean as well, not wanting to get suspected of staring. It was not until the voice entered his ears, did he turn his head and see the new female approaching. As Iatro was not prone to be enticed by females, this one was certainly something he had never seen before. She was beautiful, both of them were. "I am alright, I was just trying to figure out if she was as well. My mate and I rule together." He wanted to make it clear that he had no intentions of forcing himself on either of them. Fortunately he was not a breeder. He was not driven by the female sex. He was driven by things male and yet not identical to him. He wanted to be the dominant one, never allowing himself to be dominated.

With him sitting down, he looked to the both of them, his head turning from one to the other. These would be good prospects for his new pack that was created not far from these lands. He cleared his throat and used a soft tone. "My name is Iatro, I am the Optimus of Mythos. My pack has claimed the lands just north of here in the Aveline. We are a small pack, still getting our legs, but I wanted to welcome the both of you there." He could only hope that they would understand and just maybe join his pack.

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Grey Wolf 💀 Mythos Optimus 💀 Male 💀 3 years old

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Final Start (Open) Jun 14, 2019 15:25:16 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2019 15:25:16 GMT -6

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Irithya could not quite decipher the emotions on the other femme's face, but she did not seem overly frightened of either herself or the other male. As the brute introduced himself, Iri offered him the slightest of smiles, pausing so as not to interrupt him as he spoke. It seemed that there were many unfamiliar packs in this land; Irithya had only briefly been part of Ananke before its dissolution, leaving her homeless once again. Nimue's pack had been similar to the Siniath in many ways, and it had made her feel at home. There had not been a place where she felt comfortable enough to call home since, and even still she was uncertain if there was a place here for her. She yearned to return to her family most days, but that did not seem like a possibility in the end.

"I am Irithya, formerly of Ananke," she introduced herself quietly. She had never been a very overbearing type; instead, she found that her drive to watch over others was what had pulled her here. She did not want to see the strange femme in a position that would leave her scared or hurt, and it did not seem that Iatro was innately threatening her, but even mated wolves had the tendency to step out of line from time to time. It was simply her personal desire to protect that kept her from turning away from the two. "I have not heard of Mythos, though I have not interacted directly with many of the Anikiran packs in quite some time," she admitted. Irithya had mostly danced along the borders of the loner lands. The femme found that there was a lightness in her when she realized that Iatro was talking about Ananke's lands that they had claimed. "Aveline?" she inquired with a start, her ears perking up at the mention of the familiar territory. The lands had been vacant and open to loners since Ananke had broken apart, and it was interesting to hear that another pack had found its way there.

Perhaps it would not be a bad idea to go back home, so long as the wolves that lived there were friendly in the same way Nimue and Micah had been. Irithya did not want to tie herself somewhere that was not a place that felt like home; she just wanted to find that sense of security again. She thought she would find the answers to her struggles in Anikira, but it seemed that at every turn there were more questions. Irithya was tired of being along, and if Iatro was actually a trustworthy male, perhaps it would not be such a bad idea to speak with himself and his mate about their pack. If the leaders were out in the loner lands, Mythos must not be large at the moment; it was rare that Iri ever saw Traeliorn attempt to step even remotely close to the war line. Why put himself at risk when there were others to scout for the faction?

Maybe it would not be such a bad idea to set down roots again. It might have been a different pack, and she would still want to talk with Iatro and his mate to determine if it would be a good home for her, but she was tired of wandering. What had been simply a wellness check on the dark coated female might have turned into something entirely different for her; she did not know what would become of the strange, quiet female, but Irithya could not help but think that maybe she would have yet another second chance.

Word Count: 671 words
Tags: @nadia & Iatro
Notes: Lol oddly enough she might go to Mythos.

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Final Start (Open) Aug 19, 2019 17:10:21 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2019 17:10:21 GMT -6

They had names. Names she wasn't sure she would ever be able to pronounce for a while, but as she tried to repest them over and over again in her head, she knew it would take some time. Eventually, she realized that she was the last of the three to offer a name and it was time for her to finally speak in a land that she now stuck upon. "N...Nadia." Her voice finally broke through vocal chords that she hadn't been able to use for some time.

With being on her own for some time with no one to really speak with, Nadia had almost completely forgotten what her own voice sound3d like, so when it reached her own ears she couldn't help the mild flinch that made her body jump in the slightest action. One she was hoping that neither of them saw.

Swallowing the unfamiliar fear of her own voice, she tried to speak again, glad that the weakness that had been in it would hopefully disappear when she spoke again. "I am sorry, but I... I do not know any place of this land." Shaking her head, she had to admit to them that she had no idea of where she had landed, let alone the name of the beach they had paused on to join a weakened female. One that nobody knew.

The thought of that caused Nadia to lower eyes that seemed to grow dark with sadness for a moment before she glanced back up at them. She didn't knownif he had seen her look down, ignoring the fact that she had finally taken eyes off of creatures she didn't know a whole lot about and the ocean. A scene that she had missed for so long.

A pack. One spoke of a pack that sounded as if it no longer exsisted while the other spoke as if the other had not been well developed or was recently gathered. She couldn't be sure of either as she looked at them carefully, trying to read the looks on their faces before turning hers back to the water. Being apart of a pack was not something the small black female was used to since she was still rather small the last time she was remotely a part of one, but she wasn't sure of what harm any pack could cause to a creature in her state. Really, she was scared of the thought of a pack, but instead of answering in anyway, she simply ignored their comments of any pack for the time being until she knew more about where she was and who it was that rested here with her for the time being.

Heaving a deep breathe, Nadia closed her eyes once more as she tried to enjoy the smell of the water and pull in the scents of the other two a little more deeply incase she needed to remember their scents for any reason. Whether they end up friends or enemies, it had still been best to remember not only names and appearances.

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