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Tysm! This actually inspired me a little bit for a new OC I made, Libelle!
(Female oc please, no LGBTQ, though[ex. Born male but tries to be female])
<> Fireweed <>
A smug grin hung on the sire's chocolate face, soft gray markings were dotted around his eyes as he sauntered through the bluegrass plateaus. Though he hadn't necessarily been born in Lamar Valley, more south of it actually, Fireweed had taken a liking to the neutral territory. Of course, it hadn't always been neutral, it had belonged to his mother's pack before...before...her passing.
His broad head shook furiously, Father never told him how she died, just that she was dead. Perhaps it would've been better if he hadn't dispersed...but he had promised to protect his sister...if only.
A heavy sigh came from the brawny male, tossing his handsome face is a carefree manner. He was the renowned prince of Outcasts, he would not give into dark thoughts, not today. Fireweed lifted his broad muzzle towards the sky, his deep, loving dong echoing through the sparse trees, off the cliffsides, and seemingly into the earth below.
He couldn't return to his pack, his sister had vanished, it was up to him to carry on the legacy of his kin.
E> Abilene <3
Gray fur rippled elegantly in the bitter frost, ember-orange eyes flared with interest as a yearling watched the tactical movements of her packmates. Water sloshed uncomfortably beneath her white paws, and it took most of Abilene's might not to gag as mosquito larvae twitched and clung to her once clean coat. She would not be looking forward to--.
A harsh snort snapped her back to reality, and blood roared in her downy ears. The dark shape of her mother streaked between the shrubbery, pursuing the injured wapiti with incredible speeds. Ah, yes, that's what they had been doing. Hunting. Though, Abilene wanted more that anything to be at her mother's side, racing alongside her, she had been put to the side. "Watching for other wolves is important", Abilene mocked the words in her head. Scouting didn't /feel/ important.
There was harsh cry and then splash of filthy water as the elk fell to the earth. The rest of Abilene's packmates rushed forward, eager to finish off the hunt, and much to her mother's disappointment, Abi couldn't help but join them.
She was helping! So surely it wasn't /that/ big of a deal.
*/ Liora \*
A dark canine trotted across the land, her strides long and swift, after all, she was a wolf with a mission, it must be completed. The beast was a thing of beauty, her ebony coat shimmered with an almost holy light and her gentle, yellow gaze was warm with light of the first dawn.
Four years of age, Liora would've been expected to disperse by now, however, she had taken a fondness to pack life, more so than her siblings who were all-to-ready to disperse. Her black nose flared, inhaling the rich scents of earth and...pup. Yes, they were close, along with whatever predator had managed to drag them from the den.
Liora huffed, her pack had suffered for far to long. Most had begun to believe the rumors were true that Druid Peak had been cursed, each time one of the alphas dying off before another litter could be born. This year had been no different, with only herself and her parents raising perhaps the last litter of the Druids.
Something had happened, something terrible, and one had wandered off. Though her parents had begun to mourn, she took faith, and with prayer, set out to find her missing sibling.
[[More story than anything, but I hope you like it! Liora is Hebrew for "my light"! Have fun with her!]]
-x- Scylla -x-
[TW for blood, death]
One eye roved the barren landscape, it's yellow glow looking over the desolate landscape with a cruel, yet amused gleam. A pink tongue licked a black maw, just barely removing the stains of crimson along its lips and yellow fangs. Claws clicked against ebony metal, leaving a red trail behind the beast as she began to ascend the metal tower that the so-called "Lost Ones" had created.
Scylla had never once cared for the useless things that they had made before her or any wolf, however, she was beginning to see a purpose to this one's creation.
Looking over the poor valley and all its inhabitants, she let out a laugh.
Send your armies, your assassins. Your queen has arrived.
[[Kept this one short as I don't like writing villainous characters that much, but I like how it turned out.]]
Cinema, I love it.