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Hello! This is a fantasy RP and anything can join. You can be a goblin, a demon, a god, a goddess, a elf, a Pegasus, a werewolf, a vampire, a Dragon, a unicorn, PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING! However, no godmoding, even if you're a goddess or god. If I see you godmoding, I will ask you to leave and if you aren't, I will ignore your every text and ill ask everyone to do so as well. Sorry, but that is how it's supposed to be. I'm sorry again. Now, my character here is Jayden, and I might change her name on later, but I have none in my brain right now, okay? lol. Now on will write the opening down. Also, I want paragraph responses... I can't handle one liners. sorry for elope who do one liners... NOW, Rose will stop talking now and actually do her RP!

The wind rustled the bright green leaves of autumn. The wind sounded like the whispering of Fae and the twittering and chatting of birds drifted in the wind and through the large forest and into the meadows. Deer pranced around and grazed around as foxes yipped and chipped as they jumped on logs and looked for any other meal of mice. Streams of fresh, clear water ran down the curves of trees and through the meadow as to form a path. Animals of the bright and peaceful forest were filled with life as the young elf walked through the forest, her blonde hair like tumbling waves and her blue eyes like the streams of water, clear and pure.

The elven woman chuckled as a bird soared over to her and perched onto her find that she held up as a invitation to anything creature in the sky. The bird dipped its head down and then up, doing those movements over and over again as if it was dancing. As it was moving, the bird tweeted a sweet and melodic tune, it's eyes closed with glee and happiness. The elf smiles and whistles along with the bird. The bird sang and the elf whilstled and animals of the forest came from their grazing, from meals, and hiding places to stare at the elf that whistled a pure and clear tune perfectly. Deer laid down with their fawns, birds were perched on branches and watched, wolves sat on their haunches and stared with a glint in there eyes, and mice squeaked and lined up and watched the elf and bird sing and whistle away.

Once the elf was done, she sighed and looked around at the audience and smiles affectionately. Animals then made noises as if applauding and clapping. Deer groaned and wolves barked, birds tweeted and mice squeaked, and foxes yacked and jumped up and down. She smiled and bent her head down as a bow and so did the bird that was still perched onto her finger. "Thank you for your kindness.." The elven woman grinned ear to ear and brought her gaze over to the bird as it opened its wings and flapped off to sit by its family on a branch. She let out a soft laugh and bended her knees and say on then as she sat on the green and soft grass. Animals surrounded and sat with her, on her lap, beside her, and birds on her shoulder or on branches nearby.

Brielle was on the hunt. Her pack hadn't eaten for what seems like days. Her midnight blue fur seemed almost black, but with the glint of the sun, the blue was easily recognized. Her observant eyes darted around, searching for a deer or two. Something. Her pack wasn't that big, but they were still wolves, and ate a lot. Her nose twitched. She had picked up a scent. It was sweet, like honey. Elves. She thought, letting a noise that sounded like a sigh escape her lips. She took another whiff. There were some animals. A deer. Mice. Fox. She could smell them all. She sprinted at inhuman speed towards the smell. Her ears twitched at the sound of more wolves. Real wolves. Her silver eyes squinted. They would surely attack her. No wolf liked another on its land. It was an unspoken law. The executors of the law being the pack. No lone wolf would survive in these woods. WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU! WE'RE HUNGRY! Brielle hears them scream. Her pack. She bares her teeth to the empty string of forest. She knew they could feel it. They communicated through thought. Be quiet. I've got something.

Right when the elf was sightseeing closing her eyes, she felt a presence. Her head whipped up and her pointy ears twitched slightly like a foxes. The animals around her began to stir, the wolves tails swisher and they bare their fangs as they sniffed the air. The elf looked at the wolves and laid her hand on their soft and gentle fur, letting them to can them. "I know, I sense and hear them as well..." the elf smiled at the wolves and brought her eyes to the dense forest, then said, "why do they hide?" She asked softly. The deer around her now stood and the foxes and mice hid behind the elf. Her eyes narrowed as she felt tension in the air settle on her shoulders. Theyre afraid.. she thought, looking at the fear of the animals around her.

Brielle stalks a buck like a lion. Her eyes narrow, ready to take the kill, and run as fast as she possibly could. It was just one quick bite to the neck, and she'd be home-free. She readied herself to pounce. Her claws extracted. She felt all the animal's fright, it made her smile, revealing the rows of razor sharp teeth aligned in her jaw. She pounces, with extravagant agility. Everything flees, except for the one deer that her jaws had locked onto. Its neck was clearly broken, due to the awkward angle of the neck. She hated this part of being a wolf. It seemed so inhumane. It disgusted her, but she was hungry, and had to eat. She looks over at the elf with her piercing silver eyes. She quickly looks away and runs.

The elf's eyes widen as a werewolf jumped out of the bushes and snapped its jaw in place on the poor deer's neck. Her hands shook with shock and right when the werewolf glanced at her with its silver eyes, it ran away and the elf didn't follow. But instead, rage pinned up on her heart and her clenched her hands into fists. She ripped her eyes away from the running wolf to the dead buck on the ground, it's black midnight eyes open and showing its last emotion. Fear. The elf whimpered in rage and sadness as she saw a little fawn wobble to it's father's corpse and nuzzle it with its small nose.

All the animals peek from where they his, but the wolves growl and emerge from the shrubs and bushes with a glint of hatred in their eyes. The elf understood their feelings. She was angry aswell, angry that a innocent being had died, angry that a baby fawn had no father any more, angry that a werewolf killed instead of asking for some Damn help. The wolves walked up to the elf and dipped their head down as respect and one of y he wolves growled and made noises with its mouth. The elf nodded and said softly, "Go find this wolf whom killed this deer and bring them back to me. I wish to talk to it." She spoke calm and collected as if she wasn't in agony of grief, but on the inside... She was pissed and depressed.

Brielle could feel the anger and hatred towards her. It was normal. She'd have preferred that the elf didn't have to witness that, but she didn't have any other choice. It was the first deer that she'd seen in days. Good news guys! We angered an elf. Also, I got us some food. Brielle sprinted towards the cave. It looked like any old normal cave, but it was where she ate, slept, lived. She, and the 6 others in the pack. This wouldn't be enough food for them. She felt helpless and weak. She couldn't provide for them like she should. She walks in, placing the deer on the stone floor. She goes behind a rock, and transforms. She grabs some clothes, and puts them on. She was human again. She wiped her face with her sleeve. It was covered in blood. "Who wants to skin?" She asks to the group of silver-eyed woman in front of her. Although they were around the same age as her, she always had this motherly instinct towards these girls.

Nixon walked quietly on the trail through the forest, the breeze whipping through her hair. She took a deep breathe, forgetting about everything around her but the path in front of her. Her hand flicked, moving a pile of leaves off the pack, almost like a burst of wind shifted them. She smiled, closing her eyes, listening. She heard something but wasn't sure what. She opened her eyes, narrowing them, and followed the sound.

The elf tensed as the wolf came out of the bushes with deep crimson eyes and black midnight fur. "Eragon." The elf said and dipped her head in respect. The wolf looked at her and showed its teeth as if he was smiling. "I heard something about chasing a being?" Eragon spoke, her words coing out as a growl. The elf nodded and sadness was in her eyes, "Yes. It seems y he wolf was a werewolf like you, Eragon." The elven woman paused and put her hand up to head. "If father finds out about this-?!"

"He won't find out, Princess Everlyn." Eragon growled, cutting off her words. Everlyn looked up at the werewolf before her, staring into his red blood eyes. "I swore that I would protect, serve and respect you my princess. If your father founds out about this and he punishes you, I will be breaking my oath to your name. I won't allow such things happen to you. Me and you will come and see this wolf.. and speak to it."Dragon's voice was deep and was like a deep growl of hatred. But it wasn't. He was speaking in affectionate and respect. Everlyn smiled and nodded, "Of course, my knight."

Nixon stepped out from a cluster of trees and smiled, seeing the elf. Her eyes glowed orange for a moment, then dimmed back to a soft green. She didn't notice the wolf and snapped her fingers, the leaves around the elf now swirling around them like a small tornado. She was bored and wanted to play a game with them. Her eyes shined with mischief and she stayed still, not making a noise.

Vera stepped forward to do the task of skinning the animal. As she began to remove its organs and bones, she sneers in disgust. Once finished she skins the deer, and they cook the animal. Brielle grabs some small plastic plates: They weren't animals. She sets one down in front of each of the girls. Before they eat, they mumble some sort of prayer. Asking for forgiveness for killing the deer. They begin to dig in. Brielle remains silent as the others chat amongst themselves. She couldn't stand the way the elf looked at her. She had looked at her like she was a monster. She wasn't. She was a survivor. That's what she likes to tell herself anyways.

The leaves swirled around Everlyn's feet and with a sigh, she stomped her foot and silence the forest and made the leaves stop. Whoever did that must be very ignortany... elves control everything in a forest for that they created it. So such magic won't work on her. The elf sighed and looked at Eragon, "Do you wish to leave now?" Everlyn could feel a presence, but she ignored it, she wasn't in a good mood and she didn't want more drama.

Nix narrowed her eyes at the elf. Power was radiating from her, she could tell that much at least. She huffed in annoyance and rolled her eyes. Staying hidden, she leaned against a tree, arms crossed.

Eragon nodded and in an instant, he shifted into a muscular man, wearing armor. Everlyn was glad he used magic so he was always wearing that, she really didn't want to see him naked when he shifts. "Let's go my princess." he said darkly with a mischievous smirk as he reached out his hands and grabbed hers. The elf smiled and she summoned two horses. Both white and dazzling. Everlyn smiled and let go of his hand and jumped into her horse, riding bareback. But on Eragon's horse was reins and a saddle, a strap and a bit. She watched as he mounted. When they were all ready, she clicked her tongue and her horse darted off and Eragon was only a few feet behind her. Eragon sniffed the air and traced the wolf's scent to a cave, and Everlyn knew.. it was a den.

Brielle was cleaning up after dinner when she heard it. Hooves. Two horses. "Elf." She muttered. She brought the girls back in the cave, and orders them to go to their sleeping quarters. She waited, in human form, at the cave entrance for the elf to arrive with whoever was with her. She showed no fright in her face. She wasn't fearful, nor would she apologize for surviving. She had to kill that deer. For the girls. She never killed for her needs. She killed for them. She knew she had to eat to survive. And, she needed to survive to help these girls. They were broken when she'd found them, and they'd become a family.

Everlyn saw a woman with blue hair at the cave entrance and she smiled, "Ah. I see. I knew you were a werewolf, now, why did you kill that buck?" Everlyn didn't wraparound the Bush, she went straight to the point. But, even though she smiled, her voice was hard and filled with grief and sadness, her usual calm demor gone. Eragon snickered beside her softly and she knew what he was thinking. She quickly elbowed him in the side hard and spoke, "And you have a pack? I could sense presences in the forest when you attacked the deer, so I know. No need of lying."

"Why does a lion hunt gazelles? Why does a cat catch mice? It's the circle of life. It was the first deer we'd seen in days. We couldn't turn down an opportunity like that." She continued to clean up. "Girls!" She called. All six of them scurried out in human form. She smiled at them. "The presence you felt wasn't them, rather it was their voices." She smirks at the elf. "Why would I lie to you? I have nothing to hide." She pauses, resting for a moment. "Oh! How rude of me, let me introduce you to the girls. Neola, Evangeline, Vera, Selene, Sage, and Noire." She points at them as she says their names. They all mutter some hellos.