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OOc: When/how are the people from Marius' tribe getting introduced?

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Diana looked up at the night sky, her amber eyes glistening in its brilliant light. She had shifted a few moments earlier, and felt a bit more at ease now. She always was more comfortable in her wolf form, for reasons that were unknown to her. Not that she cared anyways. She began to hum softly as she lay down in the soft grass of the clearing she was currently in. Her favorite place to be in the forest. Soft grass, pretty flowers, a clear view at the sky, and surrounded by trees. There was even a nice little creek that ran close to the clearing. It was practically paradise.

Ooc:// I'll introduce Marius ( and you can introduce your other charries) soon after they find out. Just follow my lead.

And we're gonna wait for everyone to poast once before posting again, btw.

OOc: Okay.

-hops on late-

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Name: Miranda Fredrickson (Miri)

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Role: Terra's friend (I did get permission from Windancer for a fourth friend)

Fear(s): Her father, farmers to an extent, her werewolf form being "discovered"

Personality: Quiet and wary most of the time, but can open up to close friends. She's wound up as a bit of a loner due to her past. Her face often displays deep contemplation or just a blank stare. She tends to mentally wander off sometimes.

Physical Description: Medium height. Short back hair and light freckles. Amber eyes, of course. Her left hand has a large, unusual birthmark which makes it paler than the rest of her body. Likewise, in wolf form, the paw is white. Because she lived on her own for a time, she often retains a rather scraggly appearance, with messy hair and dirty hands.

Picture:

(minus the eyeshadow^)


Spouse: n/a
Children: n/a
Crush: Open

Extra: Miranda was born to a farming family. Her father was never fond of wolves (there were a few that had attacked his animals in the past) and could never really accept Miranda after finding out that she was a werewolf. With no siblings and being homeschooled, Miranda found her only friend to be her mom. Often left lonely despite her wolfish desire for a pack, she felt very left-out and depressed for a good portion of her life. Her mom was able to keep her enough company for most of the time. However, when her mom died of sickness when Miranda was 12, leaving her with only her father, it was too much. After a few awkward weeks with her father, Miranda ran away, using her shifted form and wolfish instincts to keep her alive until she met Terra. Miranda sometimes goes by "Miri" (meer-ee) when in wolf form.

Roleplay Example:
Miranda trotted along the moonlit path nervously, placing her paws down as gently as possible so as not to make any noise. Unfortunately, it was autumn, and the forest floor was dotted with crackling leaves which her paws could not seem to avoid. Darn. A fresh breeze ruffled her dark pelt. Miranda inhaled deeply, her enhanced canine nose picking up odors that she could never catch in human form. Was that...food she smelled? Meat? Not having eaten in a while, Miranda followed the scent, hoping desperately that her nose knew what it was doing.

Accepted. Thanks, Natti.

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Her keen nose could easily pick out the multiple scents of the shadowed forest. Dirt, plants, squirrels, birds...all of it mingled together to form an oddly comforting smell. Theresa's tail blurred slightly as it wagged even faster. Though she could morph at will, something about doing it under the full moon was still special. It was the moon that hid given her this glorious gift, after all.

Theresa looked up, regret in her eyes. She had come out to late; the full moon would end soon. She had a good hour left, but time blurred as a wolf. Besides, she should head back, otherwise school would be torture tomorrow. Another detention, and her parents would throw a fit.

So, reluctantly, the werewolf began trotting back in the direction of her small house. All lights were out except the one in her room, its warm yellow glow a beacon guiding her. Hesitant to end this wonderful moment, she let loose one deep howl. The sound was beautiful but eerie at the same time, echoing through the trees. Theresa cast one last look at the moon.

She supposed she could stay a little longer.

Kaden's ears came up intensely. Were those other wolves he was hearing? There were two different, distinct, howling voices in the air. The first seemed beautiful and song like. The next one seemed to be a call to the first. Then the third call, coming from the first wolf's voice, seemed slightly hesitant, as if wondering where the second wolf was. And the fourth call, coming from the second wolf, came even more hesitantly. As if they were afraid of something...

Could they be werewolves? Impossible... Kaden reminded himself. It was increasingly rare for werewolves to be born. Though, the curiosity burned in him. Maybe not so much as it could have, but in the end, pure loneliness won out.

He hated feeling how he always did on full moons. He eventually came to a conclusion that he hated turning period. He never did it unless he had to. On the full moons. He had been taught to hate his wolf side. And only to use it when necessary: if he was in danger or needed protecting.

Though eventually, he had resorted to that or his cared for needing protecting or being in danger. If anyone he truly loved, cared about, or deeply trusted was in too deep, he'd be there turning a curse into a gift for once. But so far? Nothing seemed to fit those requirements. Kaden couldn't even remember turning once when the moon's fullness didn't shine over him.

He padded to where he heard the last wolf's call and hid in the brush just before crossing paths with a strong scent. It was definitely coming from another wolf. Though the question was 'Is it a normal wolf or a were?'. He breathed deep, heavy breaths, and eventually stood in the way of the wolf.

Thinking it out in his head the previous seconds before, he had decided a plan. If the wolf happened to be supernatural, he could maybe reveal himself. If they happened to be normal, he'd act normal too. Either way, this was risky, but being alone in this curse had eaten away at him too long. He needed someone to talk to about this. Someone.