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[font=arial]Bones inhaled softly, letting the gentle exhale of her warm breath hit Bedrock's fur like a gentle breeze. Her nature was reassuring, and even comforting in a sense, or at least as comforting as a stony fox like herself could be. "The worst you could do now is worry," she replied finally. "Every bad decision is made out of fear. Whatever happens, happens. All you can do is wait and see. A good chess player is five moves ahead. A great chess player is one move ahead─but it's always the right move. We've made all the right moves. Just let it play out." She looked at him, meeting his steely gaze with her own as if looking into a slightly softened mirror image of herself. A gentle arch in her mouh formed something close of a smile, her ears relaxin from their alert positions.

[font=arial]Surf, who had followed Lithera out of camp and to the scene of the would-be fight, watched with narrowed eyes at the mass of brutes. She didnt look awfully interested but she figured shed stick around anyway and if best came to best, she would catch a good show.

[font=arial]Surf's 'eyebrow' cocked, still lookig rather unimpressed. "Do you have any idea what's going on?" she muttered to Tia, who was standing not too far from herself. She gave her shoulders a few rolls, loosening them up from their inactivity for most of he day prior to now. Surf had never really been real interested in the gushy, feeling-flooded moments such as the current one, and her heartstrings remained as taut as always. She wasn't the type of wolf to be all that expressive, or even exciteable. This all was already old news to her.

[font=arial]Bones' eyes were shut, but she felt Bedrock return and lay down, resting against her. Hwr eyes opened and and gave the fur on his head a gentle sniff and then laid her head in the base of his neck, where his neck met his shoulders. He seemed distressed, something that Bones rarely ever felt. She wasn't the most comforting in the world, but she would do what she could to help Bedrock. First he started as an accomplise, but he had become more than that. He'd become her very best friend.
Bones ears perked at the sound of Korina's call and she nudged Bedrock's shouler softly.

[font=arial]"What a prissy little brat," said Bones to herself, with a tone of cold amusement and a raised brow as she watched Korina skulk away like a tantrumed puppy. She shrugged nonchalantly and trotted after Bedrock, the new Alpha. "Retani!" Called Bones, a glint in her eyes. But unlike the usual glint, it was a bit softer. "Come eat with us," she offered, nodding to the she-pup.

[font=arial]Bones felt a small scoff of laughter as she watched the two dames fight. She shook her head, her jaws ajar in amusement, as she watched Korina storm off. "Good then," she said, her snake-like voice almost sing-songy, "Finally. I've been waiting ever so patiently for that whiney bottom-feeder to show herself out," she said this to both Bedrock, who seemed often to look to her for both advice and comfort, but also to Calligra, the target of Korina's blind and senseless rage. "If she thinks we're all going to perish without her, then she is either unfortunately misinformed or incredibly stupid. Others can fill the position..." The dark dame looked distantly at Retani, the thriving red she-pup with the inquisitive mind and flourishing ambitions. "Oh, yes…" Her lips pulled back into a white smile, her sheer teeth glinting softly in the dank darkness and faltering moonlight. "She can certainly be replaced…" She tore off a piece of meat from the bones of the rabbit Bedrock had dangled near her nose.

ooc. Sorry for the long post :)

[font=arial]The corners of Bones' mouth turned up in a slight smile as Bedrock, not only her partner in crime but also, and unexpectedly, her best friend, leaped up to call a meeting. The authority in his voice rang just like that of her own, in a way that was only loud enough to make everyone want to listen. The shadows of her mind would forever caress the idea of control. It was like a drug to the midnight dame, an addiction with the threat of exposure that she always managed to evade, effortlessly. (Don't mind the slight powerplay) She could always recall a particular phrase that ironically, Lapis, the former alpha always told her when she was in her younger seasons; "A good hunter is always five moves ahead. A great hunter is only one move ahead, but it's always the right move." It still rang true in Bones' mind, and she would always live that lifestyle, despite her slightly psychotic brain and motives. Her blood seemed to be laced with ambition, her voice heavy with an intoxicating, but somehow alluring and intriguing, poison. A wolf's most lethal weapon was not their claws or teeth, but rather their mind and their ability to use words. The most ruthless dictators were exceptional talkers and that is what makes them so dangerous. Afterall, a leader is nothing without his followers.

[font=arial]ooc. Aw thank you so much, I'm flattered

Bones' ear twitched and her eyebrow arched. Her eyes narrowed only slightly, the amber one blazing like flame and th silve one remaining as steely and cold as a blade ─ a chilling contradictory of each other, each portraying hints of channelled and yet unspoken emotions. She truly had high hopes for Retani, but it seemed perhaps she would be disappointed. She shook her head, exhaling through her nose in a slight scoff. Oh, well. As she had earlier stated, where one is lost he or she can always be replaced.

[font=arial]Bones snorted softly and Retani handed off her own position to Nariju, the one who had breathlessly supported Rang and her little puppy boyfriend. An act of usless compassion, all in vain. Bones rose to her paws, her dark claws clicking softly against the stone like a melanchony phantom, echoing through the winding tunnels so endlessly. She walked towards Bedrock, but paused as she heard the ruccus from the Voce den. She turned and trotted in that direction, sliding in like a shadow, watching Calligra. She saw the puppies and knew that they were dying, if not already dead. But there was one, small and mottled brown, who was moving and boisterous among his stony siblings. "That one is well," she said softly, and moved forward, using her paw to gently nudge the pup towards his mother's belly.

[font=arial]Bones said nothing, just turned and followed Bedrock out of the Voce Magnus den. She knew the new Alpha would be firm to assert control over the rest of the pack, and that was what needed to be done.

[font=arial]Bones snorted softly in amusement, nipping at Bedrock's ear. "Every king needs a queen," said the ivory dame, her amber eye blazing and the silver one still sleek like steel.

[font=arial]Bones smiled a crooked smile of teeth as white as pearls and as sharp as daggers. "You're on the right track. Stole this one from the moon," she blinked the silver eye. "And this one from the stars," She blinked the amber one. "They aren't happy about it, said they come and take them back. But they haven't caught me yet." Her ear twitched, it had a small and jagged tear near the tip. Though her fur was sleek and shiny, it hid many scars that sealed many secrets.

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[font=arial] Bones' nose curled slightly when Korina said non-alpha. But rather than lashing out, she just inhaled and turned her back. She knew that when she was the alpha female, Korina would think twice about her tone. Success is the greatest form of revenge.

Name:
Jezebel (Jez) Russo

Age:
18, 19, she's all but forgotten.

Gender:
Female.

Sexuality:
Straight

Occupation:
She was in training to become a National Guard from the age of 18, but her training was cut short at the beginning of the outbreak. She returned home just in time to find her family dead and the dog eating off the corpses, her city in decay. (No pun intended)

Picture:
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Appearance:
Jezebel stands a solid 5'5-5'6, with light blonde hair which was dyed in her later teen years. Her darker brown roots are starting to peek through, but she doesn't care. The picture above was taken on her 17th birthday by her youngest sister, Marisa. Jez is no Miss America, but she's decent looking enough. Of course, she doesn't exactly look like that anymore, her olive skin is smeared with dirt and blood that occur between washings, and her hair isn't groomed and straightened. Now, it is left messy and grown out into long, blonde waves. Her eyes are a dark brownish-green, and her brows are dark as well as her long eyelashes. Her nose is dusted lightly with freckles. She is solid and not too tall, but not short either. She tries her best to get the grime off her hands, but they remain stained by blood and dirt.
Her attire consists of a black muscle shirt as her base layer, and a navy green pullover jacket. She wears dark jeans that tuck into black boots, laced up tightly. On her waist is a belt and halter for her .22. When travelling, she has a dark grey scarf pulled over her head to cover her hair, and a red bandanna she pulls up over her mouth and nose, leaving only her eyes exposed. Other than that, she has her wrists and calves wrapped in duct tape to serve as some kind of armor, to protect against walker bites. She also has a pair of thick black work gloves, but rarely wears them.

Weapon(s):
(I'm including other supplies here as well.)
A pocket set of survival knives, a fire poker attached to her belt, and a 22-pistol and two boxes of 500 rounds, both only half full. She is also equipped with two water bottles, a first aid kit she found in her old house, a few cans of beans and dried beef, an old watch, a thin blanket, and the clothes on her back.

Personality:
Jezebel is for the most part reserved. If there is nothing to be said, she is silent. Though some may call it cold, she does not regard strangers too kindly. She has learned not to be all too trusting, and if she doesn't know you personally then you will be the first person she will leave behind. But contrary to this, if she loves or cares for you in any way or even just feels obligated, then she will stick her neck out as far as it needs to go to make sure that you are safe and sound. Jez's brief (but eventful) military training has done her a great deal of help and even allowed her to survive on her own for as long as she has been, but a loner in this cold world can only last so long... If she hopes to live, she will need to find the group. And soon.

History:
Not too eventful. She was born and raised in The Big Apple, Manhattan New York City. Though, when her parents divorced, she moved to Queend with her mom. Life was for the most part ordinary up until she gaduated, and went into training to become a National Guard with her best friend, Libby. For a year and a half she trained, until training was cut short by news of the outbreak. The trainees were deployed back home and when Jez got back to New York she found her entire family dead and the dog, Boss, eating off the corpses. The city was in complete chaos, and to avoid the vigilante and the walkers, she started a nomad life with the German Shepherd, Boss. They lived like that for a while, raiding houses and livig here or there for a night until they would again move on. Along the way, Boss was bit and Jez had to put him out of his misery, for the bite was too severe to be recovered from. That brings her to now, living on her own.

Family:
As far as she knows, they're all dead. Her mom, step-mom, dad, two brothers, and sister. Not to mention her boyfriend of the time. Her family's German Shepherd, Boss, was with Jez for a time, but he too was taken by the walkers and Jez had no choice but to snuff him.

Quote: "Stop crying and get it together! It's time to stop feeling sorry for yourself and start accepting that this is the way things are going to be. You can either learn that or die out here, and that's up to you."

Other: Scorched Earth

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(I'm tracking this for when/if my form gets accepted :))

[font=arial]Don't mean to flood but it's finally finished! Phew.

[font=arial]ooc. The title is pretty explanatory... We need some fellow ShadowClan apprentices and maybe some ThunderClanners to crash the party! It's open if you want to join! You can jump in or even add a picture or brief description like I did below. It's pretty much up to you.

Tigerpaw
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A silvery tabby with amber eyes. She is mean, quick, clever, ambitious, and strong. She is quick to start a fight and has a tongue as sharp as knives. ShadowClanner.

ic. Tigerpaw stalked across the ThunderClan border with the other ShadowClan apprentices. She had devised this whole plan from the start, and even used her cunning mind to track the pattern of ThunderClan patrols to find the best time to sneak in. She was motioned to the others to follow close behind with a flick of her silver tail as she advanced further, her define muscles rippling under her silver tabby fur.

[font=arial]Only about a mile or so from the survivor's camp, in a nearby urban city, was the notorious (or not so much) Jezebel. The light was breaking into a gradual dusk, and she was nearly out of options. Recently, the lone survivor had been living off the remainder of the city, having made her way from the upper end of New York, to the Southern side of the city over the past few weeks. Ever since Boss, her faithful German Shepherd family dog, was bitten and fatally wounded, she had no choice but to out him as well and carry on her own. Boss was the last remaining "family member" that she had left, and so now she was not only alone physically, but also entirely, survivor only because of her brief military training and her craftiness.
Jez made her way down the street, weaving in between cars. She peeled in each window as she passed. She stopped at one, carefully prying open the door to keep the alarm from sounding, and reached in to retrieve a pocket knife from the passenger side door. However, as she was pulling back her hand, she paused and looked up suddenly. She swept her vision from left to right, her lips parted slightly as to limit the sound of her breathing as much as possible. She knew she heard a sound, but could not identify the source with her vision obstructed by the mess of cars.

(Jumping in... this is open for anyone interested in helping me jump in: ))

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