Posts by ? Beowolf

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⋆⋆⋆ He hadn't heard the squeaking of the tiny creature that Winterpaw had held in his paw- but of course the male had heard the commotion that came from the crowd after it. Intrigued the hearing impaired Adviser set out to find out just what was going on in the training clearing, and offering his best friend a raised brow and a small smile, he glanced around at the others. They all seemed eager and busy questioning his friend on the new little animal he held in his paw- and Beowolf was lucky enough to hear Winterpaw's reason for naming it, too.

"Win, yer namin' a little fuzzball something that sounds like 'Kill', 'Killer'? I mean, Kira's an adorable name mate, I love it, really." he said, trying his hardest not to chuckle. Of course, he felt a bit awkward around his friend nonetheless- he seemed so distant from most others recently, and truth be told, he wanted to try and reattach their connection... but regardless, it was Winterpaw and "Killer" who were the stars now, his own thoughts could wait for another day. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ Now, his name was similar in human form- simply Beau this time around, pronounced 'Bo', but by golly was he a bit of a different person. He didn't have to worry about losing his childhood this time around, as no wars happened, he wasn't a reincarnation- just a simple 17 year old who lived an interesting life of pilfering on the streets. He lived in the adoption home after all- his real parents never giving a damn, and everywhere else not giving a damn either. Regardless, the tan male swaggered through the fair with a lollipop stuck between his lips, a crooked smile lighting up his entire face. Ruffled, unkempt black hair swept over to the right, his hands tucked neatly into skinny jean pockets as he traipsed around in bright blue converse. White shirt a bit too small ( and tight ) his leather jacket covered that, even, and man- was the fair the greatest place to show off his guns or what?

Needless to say, this Beau was a bit different from the ones people usually knew.

Seeing a bit of a crowd growing, his smile grew wider, and at once the tan, tall male set over, taking one hand out of his tight pockets to wave in there general directions. "Aye, I didn't know this was the cuties fair, eh?" he flirted shamelessly, aiming his words more towards those closer to his age than to the 14 year old who seemed to be present, as well. "You too, cutie- don't think I don't see ya, eh?" he added, tilting his head and raising a pointed finger in Echelon's direction as well. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ If anyone knew Beowolf at all- it was the fact that the male simply adored flowers. Mainly roses, truth be told, but all were wonderful things in his mind. So upon remembering that Cricketpaw's task was to go out and collect flowers... well, it didn't take long for Beowolf to decide to try and search for the other Windclanner, with the intention of helping her out. It took him a while, but nonetheless he eventually came across the flowery field with his other Clanmates present, too.

"Am I late to that party, or what?" he asked with a grin, coming to a halt a few paces away from Polarispride, wondering what else there was to actually help with other than getting a whole bunch of bouquets. Man, that would just be the life. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ Well, he was actually quite intrigued by the thing known as elemental pelts- they just seemed... weird, new, and interesting so to speak. Beowolf also approached in support of a feline he'd like to call a friend, if not an acquaintance- but ever since Cortexpoet returned from his capture he was understandably more grumpy... if not less talkative- throat scars could do that to a man.

"I'm interested, aye." he said simply, sitting himself down next to Riot with a bit of a small smile in the watery cats direction. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ Truth be told, he probably needed this. It had been a while since his very first meet and greet- and he hadn't done one since. So, with the recent influx of joiners and kittens to the clan... this was probably for the better- and Beowolf was more than willing to participate. Approaching the group with drooped shoulders but a wry smile, he approached to sit next to Alaska, nodding his head to those he knew and considered friends. Briefly, he pressed his cheek into Alaska's, before looking up and introducing himself.

"I'm Beowolf Nobellum, an Adviser," he began, his words feeling foreign on his tongue. He didn't usually speak his full name... or his rank, for that matter, and he dully wished he hadn't said it in the first place. "I recently became hearing impaired, learned how to dance, and I think she beat me too it but the gal here next ta me is the love of my life." he said with an even wider smile, not bothering to explain how he became hearing impaired. Most of the older folks already knew, anyways- and talking about it... let alone deeply thinking about it sent him into a spiraling panic attack. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ Once again, the Beau of a human realm was one much different from the reality. Then teenager swaggered up to the bar with an air of confidence about him, wearing... well, rave gear in a way. The tall, tan 17 year old had a pair of dark skinny jeans on, his usual bright blue converse, a white tank top, a dark blue flannel tied around his waist, a golden necklace around his neck... and his black hair swept over his brow, ruffled, unkempt, but he was charming, and a troublemaker. So of course Beau had a fake ID- he was nearly the legal age as it was, and practically looked the part with slight stubble on his chin, with bright, orange eyes. Flashing it at the bodyguard at the door, he was to be let in without a second thought- maybe with a few choice glances but... he'd get found out later rather than sooner was his point.

Besides- he wasn't even going in yet, as he noticed Noodle sitting in the parking lot. Aye, didn't he know her from somewhere? Maybe from the adoption home- where he lived himself. It was a possibility, and the older looking teen traipsed over to the ten year old, gruffly placing one hand atop of her helmet and peered over to get a good look at her, a smile upon his lips. "Aye kiddo, don't you know this ain't no place for kids like you? I mean- I'd sneak ya in, but I'd be a bad influence then." he told her with a small smile, a brow raised. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ It did smell very nice, a strong scent that made him feel relaxed if anything at all. Though Beowolf wasn't aware of any plant that smelled this strongly- he did know Vanilla Beans might have. Though... he was positive none of those were around Windclan. "Gotta love that sweet smell," he said with a small smile, plopping himself down easily with a small smile. In too large amounts it could be sickeningly sweet however, so Beowolf tried to regulate his breathing otherwise. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ Fifteen- a reasonable number the wolf deemed. Perhaps it wasn't their actual amount, but it was hard to count sometimes, like the humans- you think you had a certain amount, but more and more just kept on appearing. Regardless, he looked away for a moment, trying to spy their dim forms in the murky water before looking back up to Polaris. His copper eyes seemed dim for a moment, as if he was remembering something he rather wouldn't have, before he gave a curt nod his head. Ris's lack of a smile only showed him further that these marbles probably weren't all that good a memory for him, either.

"You've got quite a few there, then. Do ya mind if I throw one off, too?" he asked a bit quieter than usual, not minding if he got a yes or a no. The wolf simply mused it would feel good to get one as far away from him as possible, was all. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ lmao I didn't realize there was a shipping thread o/
Beowolf ships? ( despite being committed <3 )
Alabeau?
Reau?
Storywolf?
Stolenwolf?
Echeau? [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ It was a part of his duties to be here, too- though the male briefly wondered if he would have appeared regardless. Blinking his bright copper eyes, he approached to stand next to Blackpaw on his other side, nodding politely towards the others before turning his gaze back to Alaska, a small smile gracing his lips. It was good to see her as... her, again, was the way to put it- and the male was excited to hear what sort of idea she had.

// lame post + track pfbft [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ The young black wolf approached as well, tail stiff behind him as he wandered over with his ears perked. His head was slightly tilted to the right, as to allow himself to hear the conversations better due to his hearing impairment- but regardless he otherwise had his full attention on Wingspan, wondering what it was she wanted to talk about. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ Both ideas did sound charming- and my, was the ebony male ever for both of them, after all. The first was simple practice, effective for the whole clan... the other, one that was needed- especially with her own latest scare that had happened recently. His smile never waning did the male curtly nod his head, still pleased that they were accepted to boot. "Looks like this is settled then, aye? They're charmin' ideas too, Alaska." nodded the Adviser with another brief nod of his head, wondering when they'd be put up. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ "That's good ta hear, Wingspan. The weather's nice too, eh? Hard not to feel as pleased as punch on a day like today." he mused with a bark as he looked over his shoulder while he walked, briefly watching as Noodle darted ahead of him, his smile only continuing to widen. Ah his little bundle of joy- an adopted one, yes, but still his little bundle. Chuckling to himself the growing wolf perked is ears, calling her back to his side.

"Try not ta go too far ahead scamp! Patrol's gotta be a surprise, yknow- oh sweet stars!" he called out to her, stopping mid sentence when Bridalkit teleported in front of him. It wasn't that he didn't like the kitten, oh no- it was just that surprises weren't all too... healthy for him at the moment, so to speak. He felt his heart race up and into his throat with wide eyes for but a moment before he calmed himself with a few deep breaths, and with some difficulty, too. "A-ah but of course- please just don't teleport in front a' me again, though." he told her with a small smile, continuing on now with a bit of shaking paws. Ah, it wasn't her fault- she didn't know, but regardless, he gave her the best reassuring smile he could, not wanting her to feel bad. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ It was the inky black wolf's turn to approach next, his bright and burning copper eyes landing upon the femme who had joined recently with some interest. He had missed her arrival as well, like a few of the others present- yet this was no reason to not be kind, or perhaps even adventurous with somebody new. A lopsided, charismatic grin was upon the young male's maw as he approached, coming to stand next to Alaska with a curt nod to everybody else there, and his cheek pressed to hers. Nonetheless, the wolf looked to Jinora, tilting his head slightly towards her as to let his good ear hear the conversation better than he would have standing straight. Lip reading lessons could wait, this was the easiest way to deal with hearing impairment for now, anyways.

"Aye- name's Beowolf, yeah? Pleasure to meet you." the rambunctious Adviser said, keeping his eyes upon her at all times as his bushy tail wagged behind him. What would she be like, he wondered? What sort of things would she achieve, if any?[/justify]

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ooc. i'm laTE, SLIGHTLY DISTRESSED FOR NOODLE, AND BEOWOLF IS FECKING PISSED OMG

⋆⋆⋆ He had been doing a patrol, he had left when the sun had started to rise and the rain had started to dull. It had seemed like a good day, a beautiful day, even- the sun had risen high into the sky, a rainbow crossed over the clouds, and Beowolf thought that perhaps the rest would be equally as pleasing. But what had started off as a bubbly feeling coursing through his veins slowly cooled into an aching wonder and concern as he heard voices in the distance- very faint, but there. They sounded... distressed from what he could tell, and with furrowed brows did the inky wolf make his way over, wondering what all the fuss was even about.

With gentle steps he traipsed over rock and grass and through trees to reach the others, his eyes scanning the crowd. They were all... around somebody- and he could see at first, but wasn't that Noodle's helmet off to the side? That dull coolness in his veins turned to ice as he shouldered his way in, question them with his eyes. "What's goin' on-" he started, and stopped dead in his tracks, at the front of the crowd. His copper eyes widened, the pit in his stomach growing and the wolf hurled a little on the inside of his mouth. It was a... bloody scene before him nonetheless, and he was greatly concerned for his daughter, as he would have for any family. As far as Beowolf was even concerned, his only family was the eccentric kitten and Alaska. Feeling his muzzle twitch, his lips pulling back into a snarl, his eyes narrowed. He had to try and stay calm- no, no he wouldn't blow up, not in front of Noodle- not like this... but his anger was a seething rage of flames and lava beneath his skin, his claws digging into the earth, and he gave a scorning glare to all the others present. Oh he was going to fucking murder the bastard that did this to her- and hell, he'd fucking fight Discord on it too if he knew she wanted to do the same.

"Where's that fu- ...that sonnuvabitch's scent trail leave off. I'm goin' on a man hunt." the wolf snarled, feeling his paws itch. Oh, oh you bet he wanted to leave, to rip out a throat- and the male had never actually even... looked remotely angry in front of his clan mates before. But this seething, rage induced version of Beowolf was scary as it were, and if he had an elemental pelt you bet he would have gone pup in literal flames at that exact moment, too. But he took deep breaths through his mouth, trying to relax his tense shoulders. No, no he couldn't leave Noodle like this- but tonight, tonight he'd leave for that motherfucker. He'd make him pay.

Calm, Beau. he told himself, taking a protective step towards his daughter, stopping briefly to nudge her helmet towards her. It had looked like after all, that she had lost her grip on it. Bringing it to her, to her paws, the male hushed to her, trying his best at comfort. "Shh baby it'll be OK, it'll be OK, scamp." he told her softly, his voice quiet, trembling. Both from fear for her, and of his anger, yet for Noodle he tried his damned best to remain calm as it were. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ He was lulled over by music, coming to stand protectively next to Noodle. He had still been pretty tense since her accident- feeling even more protective of his adoptive daughter than usual, and gently he nuzzled her side, eyes closed for a moment before he looked back up, at the others, and smiled. It was small, not as genuine as it could have, but it was there. Blinking his copper eyes slowly, he felt his muscles relax while listening to the violins and the voices, and looking at Alaska, he bowed with one leg before the other.

"My darlin', may I have the dance?" he asked softly, almost jokingly- however, if she truly accepted the offer he'd dance regardless. Not like the ones Stolenpaw had taught him, obviously but... traditional ball room dancing was still a thing, no? That much he knew how to do. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ His bright copper eyes lingered at the entrance for but a moment when the hearing impaired Adviser arrived, his eyes slightly narrowed in thought as the wolf sat himself down with his bushy tail curling around clawed paws. Ideas were always nice, yes, and he could appreciate them- as he probably would this time around, too. Prying his eyes away from the opening, he turned to look at Cheetor- he was new, right? -before patiently he nodded his head. Let's see what it would be this time, eh? [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ He was lucky to not suffer hallucinations himself despite the horrors of the world he had previously seen in his life past and present, and such a thought was not necessary comfort to the ebony male as he stumbled forward through the territory, his mind a mumbling mess as he tried to piece thoughts together, to form ideas, shapes, helpful things. None were of much help to himself when he heard lingering voices in the distance, and the wolf froze, confused, wondering. Was it just his imagination playing tricks upon him, for lack of hearing made it hard to tell sometimes- but mumbling voices grew into retched shrieks and Beowolf had to stop himself from cowering in fear then and there. Since his accident he had still been incredibly jumpy, he had been a nervous wreck on other days despite his outward confidence- and hearing that didn't help him one bit. Though he had to help if help was needed- that had been his role as a Guardian, now, as an Adviser, he felt as if he had to do the same.

A cold pit opened in his stomach as he started over, dimly realizing that the ground was sloping down and under away from his as he neared the steepest part of the hill, peering down to see one black, and one white figure overlooking the other. They smelled of Windclan- the white one he recognized as Eternalpaw, and with his curiosity peaking and his fear diminishing, did the Adviser call off from the top, his words dully echoing back to him from over the valley that Fallenkit had tumbled down into. "Are tha two of ye alright?" he had shouted, looking down to his paws and the decent before him. He could have gone around, yes, but perhaps this was... urgent. If it was, the travel down would have been worth it, for sure- and Beowolf was always one for an adrenaline run regardless.

"Hold on, I'm comin' down," he called back towards them, taking hesitant steps over the edge before making his careful and slow decent down. His paws nearly slipped from underneath him at times, yet he made it down eventually with paws that were somewhat sore now from the trek down, but worth it nonetheless as he took a few shallow breaths and swallowed hard, looking between Eternalpaw and the slightly injured kitten before him. A few cuts and scrapes seemed to have dotted the youngsters pelt- and dully did Beowolf wonder if Eternalpaw had even noticed those or not before his own sunkissed eyes were drawn down to the golden skull necklace that Fallenkit wore around his neck. Oh, when he had picked that up? Personally, it sort of made Beowolf uncomfortable, although he wasn't sure why. Regardless, the male shook his head and blinked, his attention on the young male.

"Are you all right?" he asked, wondering how to try and get him back up and out of the small valley, or what was the best route to trek back to camp to help deal with his minor injuries. [/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ The weather was nice enough to go out and sunbathe, the adviser mused- and as such he didn't blame Discord for doing so when he saw his mentor and Deputy drop off her rabbit before promptly laying down across the rock. Dimly he wondered with good humour if her icy paws ever defrosted somewhat in the warm light- or her persona at that. Hadn't there been a time when she was more open with people, the Adviser briefly thought? It sure had seemed like it, but nowadays, things really did feel more closed off between the ebony serval and the world. Not much he could do in that regards however as the tall and growing creature approached the others, his own sun-kissed eyes browsing the group that was currently forming.

Dully did Beowolf note, he only knew Discord, and even then she was but his mentor and a role model to him now. Who knew what could have happened with a blooming friendship before she started to close her doors. Regardless, there was no Sebastien, and Jinora- two folks he vaguely remembered meeting, but not truly knowing them. "Both catches seem good as they are anyways, aye?" he mused, barking quietly over to the British feline. Not all members ate fox anyways- so to some, it would look like a waste. To whoever did eat that however... well, good on them, the inky black wolf mused. Personally, he was still a rabbit sort of guy. "Springs been bringin' back the food after all, it's nice."[/justify]

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⋆⋆⋆ Ah- it looked as if he had missed the lions appearance. A bit of a shame, really- for Beowolf felt as if he had seen him somewhere before, but it looked as if it mattered naught anymore as he approached where the smell had once stood himself. He couldn't blame Thunderclan for trying to repair botched alliances- after all, they had a lot going against them at the moment... and even Beowolf himself was still rather weary over their arrival here, but the wolf wasn't one to be rude. Calling out after the Deputy, he shouted a quick "Thank ya!" and wondered if he had even been heard or not, before turning to look at the gifts and feeling his heart drop a bit. The candy Alaska would probably like, he felt- but the other human things left him with unease in his gut, his blood turned to ice. Ah, it wasn't like Leo knew of their general dislike for human things- but still.

"...the gemstones are pretty, aye?" he commented, looking past the weapons, the candy, to at least try and find some of the beauty within the basket. [/justify]

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