Personality:Siren is a very friendly wolf. Very polite and personable. She tends to be a little over zealous in somethings mostly hunting. when hunting she turns into a dictating monster.
brief history: Siren was born into the Evergreen pack. She lived with them for a year before she became very indepent. She set off on her own traveling for years as a lonewolf. She has come back to the area searching for her parent's pack.
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Siren sniffed the boards wairly, her nose seemed to recognize this territory. A whine of excitment escaped her grey body. She ad finally found her way back home. Her emerald and viloet orbs graced over the land smoothly. The snow had thrown her off. She let out a bark of excitment, plume wagging lazily behind her. Leaping into the air she came down on her back barking with joy.
As she rolled in the snow her body warm with excitment, a thought hit her. What if my parents are gone?Quickly she grew sober standing, and shaking the snow off her soft pelt. She would have to join a pack. She stared of for a moment her brows furrowed in confusion. How did you go about joining a pack anyway?
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The weeping snow crunched under great golden paws. Deacon was on the move again, and despite the passing of another year, the brute seemed to grow more restless. It was as if he didn't age, as if he would stay forever young and forever arrogant. Such a prick, ain't he?
A whisper of vocals coursed through the stale air, the cool winds carrying voices all to well. Deacon's auds twisted back, then pitched forth. He didn't recognize this voice.
The brute was on the move, his golden pelt weaving an amber stream through the stripped foliage. Cold blue-violet oculars spoted the leaping fae from between two powerful trunks. They narrowed cunningly, and Deacon continued to plow forth with tail high and ears forward.
"And what, may I ask, is the occasion?" He was obviously hinting at her jovial yelping. A sly smirk graced the brute's off-white muzzle, not exactly a friendly welcoming party.
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She spotted something moving off in the distance. It seemed to be moving at top speed for her. She sat down in the cold wet snow, her auds pitched forward waiting for whatever it was. She was calm, and collected waiting the amber creature. Her green and purple mismatch eyes followed its form.
There is was right in front of her. Some amber hued brute with from the looks of his posture an arrogance issue.
"And what, may I ask, is the occasion?"
Sirens head cocked slightly to the side a she stood up fully her tail directly out behing her, her ears pitched forward. This is how she spoke to everyone. It let them know she wasn't a push over. "I've returned to my former home. I am glad to see it." Her voice was passion and icyness all wrapped into one. She stared at the brute waiting for him to say something. After all she had no reason to really talk to some over excited nosy wolf.
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Brightly vivid oculars narrowed cooly in a sunning stare. As always the brute's physique was on high tension. His fibers were taunt, and he swelled in size. Ears flicked lightly, alert to the immediate world, yet also very keen on the surrounding realms. The realms that dipped between the living and the dead. Great paws hammered down on the terra as great tassle was flung luxuriously into the sky.
There was mild acknowledgement to the way the fae held herself. Not exactly disapproval, it was more of a passing glance that he spared to share. Those piercing hues of swirling violet shameless raked over the femme. He was actually just sizing her up, though his unabashed gaze might appear bold and pervers. Deacon held no interests in the like whatsoever, he mere a basic limit reading on the opposing lupine. All variables were considered.
"Then you must have been gone for quite some time." It was a very ambiguous thing to say, and the brute's glittering eyes gave nothing away to what he meant.
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His eyes seemed to rake her body forever. She stood as still as possible, not sure what he was up to. This wolf had an odd smell about him. After moments of this she rolled her eyes and sat down. This was getting ridiculous to her.
"Then you must have been gone for quite some time."
"Rae and Grabel had just came into there second winter as alphas when I left the evergreen pack." She stated a hint of pride flowing through her voice. Glancing down the other wolfs body, she took in all the muscling, and sheer strength in his frame. A small smile came to her maw before she looked down at the ground again. "If you don't mind who are you? I need to speak with Rae and Grabel." She stared at him now. Scouts always semmed to get in the way.
After the gold brute cleared the femme of any possible threats, he casually looked into her eyes. There was something gleaming in th pits of his dark pupils, as slight amusement perhapse, but nothing more. The fae had taken a seat, Deacon refrained from making the same gesture. The brute was just...original in that way. Besides, he rarely found satisfacation in sitting around--there was better things he could be doing with his time.
Deacon's dark indigo oculars narrowed at what the fae was demanding. Auds pitched back slightly, for the faintest of moments, and it sounded like a rumble of thunder was coming over head, but it was only the soft breaths that disturbed the brute's nostrils. Powerful deltoids shifted lethargically, and Deacon's eyes were turned away, as if wistful--melting away in a distant memory.
"Evergreen pack....Rae and...Grabel, huh?" He repeated with a hint of meloncholy strain to the brute's soft, rumbling baritone. It was a charming scene, like visiting memories long since forgotten...If the caramal-hued Hellian hadn't shattered the tranquil atmosphere with a sudden flash of dangerous blue-violet occulars and a noxiously vile smirk.
This greate golden crown swung back to face the intruding fae, auds pitched forth in attention. "Never heard of them." Deacon's remark was definate, besides why would the brute lie? The corner of the brute's sharp muzzle twitched in a slight smile that quickly faded; however, the sickly demonic glint in his eyes remained. "I'm Deacon, Alpha of the Deadwood pack."
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