Posts by JULIET !

[align=center]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 405px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;]"you think i'm psycho, you think i'm gone."[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]"Don't talk about my children.." She spat furiously, seemingly fragile body trembling. She shook, due to all these emotions rushing through her all at once. Her gaze was bright with anger, but also something else. It faded just as quick as it had came, and she went back to being void of any expressions or emotions. She was beyond p*ssed that her son was taken from her and that he could've been harmed.

"Yes, yes; everything's just great." She repeated. She was about to say something that she was hoping would infuriate her first lover, but she was suddenly curious. "Liar? He's not a liar." Esme defended her so called mate, but she held some sort of resentment for him. "He's not the one who betrayed me," Esmelane mumbled with a shaky breath, her stare flickering back up to Ghost. "You did." It was breaking Esme to say this, though in her defense, she wasn't expecting to see this male in front of her again.

"I trusted you, Ghost." Her voice faltered slightly as she spoke his name. "You call my mate a liar when you're the one who deceived me?" Esmelane growled out, taking a step close. She was fully aware that there was another scent nearby, and that her pup was wandering off towards it. Esmelane's gaze locked briefly on the other she-wolf, picking up Esme's son and carrying him back to the pack. It was merely an exchange of glances that they shared that the other she-wolf understood that Esmelane would need to be alone for this.

"I trusted you!" She repeated harshly, raising her voice. She took another step closer, blue gaze darkening. "I loved you, and you betrayed me." Her voice cracked subtly. Little did she know, that he was innocent. And little did he know, Esmelane was anything but happy. "But none of that matters, right?" She laughed softly, shaking her head in faint frustration. "What are you doing here? What do you want? Trying to make me feel terrible about something I already feel horrid about? What? Why are you here?" At this point, she was only a few inches away from Ghost, her blue stare piercing into his own eyes.

[align=center]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 405px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;]"you think i'm psycho, you think i'm gone."[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Sympathy softened her hard stare, and guilt quickly followed. Part of her, deep down, knew that she needed to believe him. Part of her knew she was in the wrong; she listened to someone else's word over her beloved. Ears pinning back, Esmelane started to take a few steps towards Ghost. She wanted to comfort him, because in some ways, she still loved him. She just didn't realize it. Nor did she comfort him, because yet again, the she-wolf was blinded by rage.

Building her wall back up quickly, she shook her head furiously. "No! No, you don't get to do that," She spat angrily. "You don't get to throw yourself a pity party. You don't get to manipulate me wi-" She paused. She hadn't noticed how close she had started stepping towards him. Bristling, Esme moved back until there was a rather large gap between them. In her eyes, he was feeding her mind with more lies. The manipulator doesn't get manipulated, only she had been. She was being manipulated the very day that Ghost was kicked from the pack by her current mate, someone she was starting to doubt, someone that she may no longer love. But then again, did she really love him to begin with? Did she really love her current mate, or did she just go to him for comfort, because she felt betrayed? Coming back to reality, she glared over at Ghost, scoffing at his words.

"You'd never hurt me, huh?" Esmelane was at a breaking point, she was on the verge of tears. His presence, him being there, it threw her off guard and it made her vulnerable; an idiot could see that. "But you did! You hurt me by taking my son." She seethed, beginning to pace back and forth. "Don't you understand the pain I went through, not knowing whether you did or didn't do such a thing? You're only feeding those thoughts now, that you are a monster, with your actions now." Esme snapped, once again closing the distance between them, the distance she had put there.

She didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she should forgive him and apologize. She didn't even know if she believed him yet. Her trust in him, the little ounce that she had left, was starting to fade because her child had been put in danger. "No, you don't get to call my children yours. You lost that right a long, long time ago. My pups aren't yours, their not his. They're my pups. Neither you or him are fathers to my children. I raised them myself, you weren't there and there was always, and always will be, a look of disgust in his eyes when he sets his sights on those pups. I'm the only parent they have, and that's how it's always been!" Esme totally lost it. She didn't mean to make Ghost seem like a bad parent, but that's how she sounded. There was no turning back when those words left her mouth, and by the look in her eyes, she regretted saying it.

(I'm here! Sorry I was so inactive though. I'm back now ^^ Also, her mate's name is Elias, but she doesn't like talking about him because she has a distaste, a disliking perhaps, towards him. It's why she never speaks his name and refers to Elias as 'he' or 'him'.)

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width:450px;][justify][sub][color=black]
— If Lilycloud is accepted and ジュペッタ is okay with it, then I don't mind. ^^

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; width:450px;][justify][sub][color=black]
— I'll make a male apprentice shortly.

[align=center]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 405px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;]"you think i'm psycho, you think i'm gone."[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Esmelane wasn't even aware that she had been crying until she finally felt the slight dampness of her cheeks and below her eyes. She didn't even try to stop the tears from falling, either, and it seemed they only increased when she saw the state that Ghost was in. To see that she made the one she once loved, the one she could possibly still love, cry; it tore her down. Esmelane started to unravel, that look of pure hatred in her eyes softening and the wall she put up started to crumble down. She was still in denial though; she didn't want to believe she was lied to. She didn't want to believe that she was stupid enough to listen to a lie that cost her her one true love.

"No," She refused to listen to his words. If she accepted the fact that she was really the one who let Ghost down and it wasn't the other way around, she felt as if he wouldn't forgive her and he would hate her until she died, if he already didn't. "You don't love me, you never did.." Her voice was quiet, a hushed whisper. She had to deny, or she'd hate herself forever because she really screwed up by taking someone else's word over her loved one. His evidence added up, to. That day everything went down, when that murder took place, Ghost didn't have a scratch on his body. Elias, he did. He had multiple injuries. Esme's body went still, because she was starting to realize that her ex-mate was the innocent, not the guilty one.

"Stop! Stop saying you love me," She pleaded as she shook her head. The delicately built she-wolf looked up at Ghost with broken eyes which said everything she couldn't bring herself to admit. His sobbing state was killing her slowly, and she couldn't hate him anymore. She could only hate herself before she did this to him. "Stop saying it because I don't deserve you." Esmelane's fragile body trembled, black tipped ears folded back to her head. Right now, she was betraying everything she was taught. The wolf was taught that emotions were for the weak, and only now was she discovering that feelings and emotions didn't make one weak, hiding from them made you weak.

Her sad, broken blue eyes finally meeting Ghost's, Esme's paws carried her closer towards the brute. "You would never lie to me," She murmured, repeating his words. More tears streamed down her face, dropping onto the ground they stood on. She did this to him, she was the monster. Brows knitting together, Esmelane stumbled backwards before she turned around and started to walk away in defeat. "I need to leave. I-I need to get back." The words she uttered was basically like ripping out her own heart and cutting it open, but she needed to leave. She couldn't leave her pups alone, because that's what they were. The pupsitters were unreliable and the pack surely wouldn't keep an eye on them. Her steps were small, her body moving reluctantly as if she didn't want to leave.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: center; line-height:100%; margin-top: -6px; color: #CD3A59; width:300px;]CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE!
[hr]
_{-flaps over-
Can't sleep + I have to wake up in 4-5 hours <3
( not so casual track! )}[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: center; line-height:100%; margin-top: -6px; color: #CD3A59; width: 300px][hr]
AND MOST THINGS IN BETWEEN!

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: center; line-height:100%; margin-top: -6px; color: #CD3A59; width:300px;]CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE!
[hr]
_{Almost 2:40 AM, no sleep yet. Thanks, though cx
2 more hours left
I think I'll stay home}[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: center; line-height:100%; margin-top: -6px; color: #CD3A59; width: 300px][hr]
AND MOST THINGS IN BETWEEN!

[CENTER][fancypost bgcolor= #242424; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; height: 230px; border-left: 5px solid #1a1a1a; border-right: 5px solid #1a1a1a;]
[fancypost bgcolor= ; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; height: auto; font-family: arial; color: white; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: -16px;]★ I ROAM THE CITY IN A SHOPPING CART![/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor= ; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: 150px; background:url(http://41.media.tumblr.com/ba9…4l9xdQvK1tqkd87o1_500.jpg); background-position: center; border-bottom: 5px solid #1a1a1a; margin-bottom: -10px; border-top: 1px solid white;]
[/fancypost]
[CENTER][fancypost bgcolor= WHITE; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: 15px; font-family: arial; color: black; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 20px; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a1a1a;]OLIVER » FEMALE » BLIZZARDCLAN[/fancypost]
[/fancypost]

[CENTER][fancypost bgcolor= #242424; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; height: auto; border-left: 5px solid #1a1a1a; border-right: 5px solid #1a1a1a;]
[fancypost bgcolor= #1a1a1a; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: auto; border-bottom: 5px solid #1a1a1a; margin-bottom: -10px; border-top: 1px solid white; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: white;]

[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= #1a1a1a; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: 160px; border-bottom: 5px solid #1a1a1a; margin-bottom: -10px; border-top: 1px solid white; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: white; overflow: auto;][justify]
FUR COLOR Black
MARKINGS White chest and legs, amber patches on her shoulders, dark grey splotch on her upper back, close to the back of her neck
ACCESSORIES She'll start wearing a flowercrown adorned with daisies at some point
DETAILED APPEARANCE When it comes to size, Oliver varies. She's larger than your average husky, but she's smaller than your average wolf. The only way to put it is that she's somewhat in between. She's graced with a slim, slightly thin, build which gives her somewhat of an elegant and graceful look. Somehow, she manages to pull it off.

Her coat is mostly black, though strands of dark grey can be found patterned on her back, close to where her neck connects to her back. On both shoulders, Oliver sports two identical amber patches of fur, and though the markings are the size of golfballs, they stick out and are probably the first thing you'd notice upon taking a first glance at her. Found at the center of her chest is white fur that reaches the middle of her throat and stops where her chest meets her stomach. Her legs are also white, but only in the inner part of her legs and continues upward.

While her pelt may be somewhat unique, her eyes are the most noticeable thing about her but not the most impressive since multi-colored eyes may be common in some areas, though still a bit rare. With one eye a pretty mixture between copper and amber, the other eye is a pale blue that almost appears white.
[/fancypost]

[CENTER][fancypost bgcolor= WHITE; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: 15px; font-family: arial; color: black; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 20px;]BENEVOLENT | ALTRUISTIC | BASHFUL | DEPENDENT | WITHDRAWN

[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor= #1a1a1a; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: 160px; border-bottom: 5px solid #1a1a1a; margin-bottom: -10px; border-top: 1px solid white; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: white; overflow: auto;][justify]
Benevolent - When it comes to others, Oliver can read someone like an open book and she has no qualms about it. She is sensitive and notices the small details of an emotion, whether it's the slight curl of the lips, the sound of gritting teeth, a flick of ears; Ollie picks out emotions from body language and tone with an ability that is rare to come across. She believes everyone deserves the right to happiness. However, her kindness and passion towards those she loves can turn fierce, too. While she is bashful, Oliver would easily stand and fight to defend a friend; she would shed her own blood instead of seeing one someone she loves or a clanmate suffer.

Altruistic - Not a selfish bone in her body, Oliver is completely selfless. She'll always put others before herself. Her benevolent nature is complimented greatly. Oliver will go out of her way to make sure no one is ever feeling helpless, useless, or alone. All alone? Don't be surprised to have company when Ollie spots you. Oliver is caring and affectionate (don't forget ridiculously cuddly), and even if someone tries to push her away, she'll come right back like a migraine that just won't go away.

Bashful - Oliver will always be hesitant and scared of the idea of approaching someone, no matter how large her concern for others is. Of course, over time, her quiet and reserved disposition will loosen up, but only a little bit. Ollie has a habit of blushing a lot, specifically under flattery or attention. While she doesn't stutter, when nervous she tends to say "um," "oh," and "uh" quite often. While some may consider her slightly timid and quiet disposition around strangers 'cute' or 'adorable', she sees it as a flaw.

Dependent - Oliver has a habit of turning to Southbound for the littlest of things and she's dependent on her mother to save her from everything that isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Oliver will never like handling tough situations or threats by herself, and, like a child, she will cower behind others instead. Don't get it confused, Ollie is perfectly capable of putting on her big-girl panties and handling things, but she just doesn't. She feels the need to depend on others to fix things for her, to heal up all her problems and whatnot.

Withdrawn - Oliver will at some point learn to put up high walls. She's smart- she knows that letting others understand her fears, emotions and most of all- her- will hurt. So she's very careful. High barriers will be built up, unreal confidence and smiles are bound to be shown. It's so much better and easier to just act like nothing is wrong. That way, she won't distress others. That way, she'll keep those close to her happy and content because that's far more important than her than expressing any negative emotions.
[/fancypost]
[/fancypost]
[CENTER][fancypost bgcolor= #242424; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; border-left: 5px solid #1a1a1a; border-right: 5px solid #1a1a1a;]
[/fancypost]
[CENTER][color=white]TEMPLATE © [COLOR=cornflowerblue]MAISIE

[COLOR=TRANSPARENT] #maisietemplate
[/fancypost]

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: center; line-height:100%; margin-top: -6px; color: #CD3A59; width:300px;]CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE!
[hr]
_{biography template two has been used here <3
i'll also most likely use the others, as well c:}[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: center; line-height:100%; margin-top: -6px; color: #CD3A59; width: 300px][hr]
AND MOST THINGS IN BETWEEN!

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: center; line-height:100%; margin-top: -6px; color: #CD3A59; width:300px;]CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE!
[hr]
_{-ridiculously loud cheering-
alright, now prepare for some subaccount spam <3
because i'm making three separate subbies since i'm complicated like that}[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: center; line-height:100%; margin-top: -6px; color: #CD3A59; width: 300px][hr]
AND MOST THINGS IN BETWEEN!

[align=center]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 405px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;]"give me a sign, i wanna believe."[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Not another word left her lips. She had said too much already, she had expressed too many feelings that she was already regretting because it changed absolutely nothing. They were still strangers in a way to each other and the pit in her stomach was giving her doubts that it wouldn't change. Esmelane had let it go this way, too; she made sure they were strangers. Not once, after that day happened, did she try to find him. Esme was too hurt because at the time, she was under the impression that he had betrayed her when really someone else did.'You fool,' Her mind growled at her.

She only continued walking, his words only tearing down that little hope she had left for them. All that time Ghost had been gone, she was aching. Esmelane didn't want to be near anyone. She isolated herself from others for weeks, and she didn't even want the comfort of Elias. Her gaze darkened as she thought of the male, and that hatred and rage she had for Ghost minutes ago, that hatred and rage that she had shown up with, was replaced for her current mate; if you could even consider him that. Esmelane sure as hell wouldn't give him that title any longer.

Ears perking to the sound of pawsteps fading away, Esme turned around. Ghost was gone. Esmelane's small form lowered to the ground, her watering eyes fixed on the spot that he had been only seconds ago. A handful of emotions brought color to her eyes, but they were negative feelings; heartbreak, sadness, anger, betrayal, regret, guilt, and even more. Laying there hopelessly on the forest floor for a few more moments with tears running down her face, Esme quickly stood and then she left the area. 'You were stupid to believe that things would change, Her mind spat at her.

She didn't try to go after him, there was no point in trying and she knew that; he was probably doing everything he could to make sure she couldn't fine him. Esmelane's barrier was quickly built back up, and this wall seemed to go higher this time. All emotion left her face and she quickly regained her composure. With the way that Esmelane was, she could only place the blame on Ghost; he cracked her down into this vulnerable state and she wouldn't let that happen again or so she thought. Arriving to the pack, her darkened gaze met everyone with a look that suggested they left her alone. He, Elias, hurried over to her and started to speak but she turned her head to him so quickly that he took a step back because she snapped her jaws so close to his face.

"Don't you dare," Snarled the female, and that dangerous look in her eyes that she was so well known for was back. "Don't touch me, don't touch my children. I don't want you to come anywhere near me. Don't look at me, don't talk to me; don't even breathe in my direction." Her voice was low so only he could hear her. "Because don't think I won't hesitate to snap your neck, you lying, traitorous bastard." There was truth in her monotone, almost lifeless voice. She meant every word, and he knew she would keep her promise. Not once had he ever shown a shred of fear, especially not towards her; sometimes, it was the other way around because he reminded her so much of her father with the way he'd treat her sometimes. But Esmelane wouldn't hesitate to kill him like she killed her father after the information she found today, after the truth had been revealed. Sulking into the den she shared with a few other mothers in the pack, everything was quiet. It was only Esme and her five pups; Marilee and Bellamy, then her sons Adrian and Ares the twins, and her precious Ghost, the son that resembled their father the most. She felt it was appropriate to name him after his father. No matter how angry she would get, seeing her little Ghost's face only softened her feelings and would wash away her her anger or sadness. With her children curled sleepily at her side, Esme could only be content. Yet she couldn't forget the events that unfolded today, though was still early, Esme didn't know whether anything else would happen today. Not that she minded.

[align=center]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 405px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;]"give me a sign, i wanna believe."[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Esmelane had eventually fell asleep with her pups, her snow hued body curled around the little beings in a protective manner as she slept. It wasn't exactly sleeping, though; at every little noise, each time someone would walk by the den, everytime one of the other mothers would enter and exit the den, Esme would peel her blue eyes open to glare at whoever was there because they could've easily waken up her little ones. Now, she was laying there still curled around her resting litter with her head on her paws and her ears perking softly at any sound she would hear.

She still felt horrible for what she did to Ghost, and while she no longer hated him, she could still be angry at him. Esmelane would be angry at him for as long as she'd like, but she wouldn't openly express her anger the next time she saw him. Look where that had gotten her last time. Look at what it did to the both of them.

At the thought of their meeting, Esme's eyes started to ache from holding back the waterworks. However, not one single tear was shed. She refused. Being away from him brought back her old ways, she wasn't emotional and vulnerable. She was poised and dangerous. Suddenly, the whole atmosphere outside of the den changed. Her packmates were on edge, she felt it. Esme heard growls and snarls, and rude names being shouted outside. Carefully standing up, she looked down at her pups before starting to walk out the den. "Where are you going?" She heard the soft voice of Marilee and found the rest of her pups sitting up and staring up at her with confused, sleepy eyes. "I'll be right back," Esmelane assured her offspring, licking the top of each one's head before they all laid back down. She didn't need to say it; the look in her eyes told them to stay put and they listened.

Emerging from the nursery, it was evident that she wasn't quite happy. She was pissed, the slumber of her children was disturbed. "You idiots better have a damn good reason for t-" Esmelane's annoyed blue gaze settled on the returning patrol, who came back with one extra canine. Her stare locked on Ghost's form and a pool of emotions bubbled within her. Standing among the crowd of wolves who were shouting, she quickly picked out Elias who was standing stiffly, the color draining from his eyes. He looked panicked, but it was washed away quickly though he no longer had that smug look he always wore.

Huffing, Esme turned around and trudged back into the nursery. Althoguh she didn't know the real reason Ghost was here, in her eyes, he was here out of spite. He was here to mock her, taunt her. He left her in the forest in a forlorn state, leaving her pitifully sad and abandoned when she actually needed him. He had her heart in his paws and what did he do? He tore it open and threw it to the ground and left. He ran after leaving her heart in pieces, left her there laying in a heap of misery and fear. For a brief moment, there was a hurt look in her eyes but it was gone quicker than it had appeared. She wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of seeing her crestfallen and despondent. Sitting at the entrance of the nursery with her back to everyone else, Esmelane watched her pups wrestle each other, the sound of their giggle and squeals blocking everything else out.

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: center; line-height:100%; margin-top: -6px; color: #CD3A59; width:300px;]CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE!
[hr]
[justify]_{display name atelophobia
name cameron
litter npc x npc, adopted by nathan
basic description a small, dainty little kitten with white fur and big, innocent green eyes. cameron is a pushover, you could walk all over her and there's nothing she would do about it. she's very soft-spoken and tries to keep everyone else she cares about happy, and would rather have her own blood shed than having loved ones suffer. she's easily manipulated and doesn't know how to stand up for herself.}[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: center; line-height:100%; margin-top: -6px; color: #CD3A59; width: 300px][hr]
AND MOST THINGS IN BETWEEN!

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: center; line-height:100%; margin-top: -6px; color: #CD3A59; width:300px;]CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE!
[hr]
_{Sedgepaw would be so irritatedlike he is about everything.. so that's not new
He'd be like 'Ew, babies! Burn them' oops not really, i'm not that cruel i swear}[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: center; line-height:100%; margin-top: -6px; color: #CD3A59; width: 300px][hr]
AND MOST THINGS IN BETWEEN!

[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: center; line-height:100%; margin-top: -6px; color: #CD3A59; width:300px;]CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE!
[hr]
_{sedgepaw does need a friend
oh my god
that just made my day cx
-cri-}[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size:8pt; text-align: center; line-height:100%; margin-top: -6px; color: #CD3A59; width: 300px][hr]
AND MOST THINGS IN BETWEEN!

[align=center]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 405px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;]"give me a sign, i wanna believe."[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Curiosity got the best of her. That, and she was starting to grow irritated when the names and taunting continued. She wouldn't allow such disrespect, especially not towards Ghost. Only she had the right to call him such names, and that was only when he hurt her. That was the only time she would ever be disrespectful towards him. Strange, how she went from not wanting to see him again to deciding she would defend him within only a matter of moments. It was all because she didn't know what she wanted. Elias was the beta, technically, she was still his mate so Esmelane still had some authority.

"I need you to watch them for a moment," The she-wolf stated to another pupsitter that had entered the den. The other female nodded, and Esmelane's eyes narrowed. "Watch them. Do not let them leave, don't even take your eyes off of them. Play with them, tell them a story, do something that involves you actually watching them. If I find any of them gone, even if they're just hiding somewhere in the den, I'm holding you responsible and the punishment will be severe." Each word was drawled out and emphasized, and the look in her eyes held a promise. With that, she padded out of the den.

A low growl bubbled in her throat as she pushed her way through the crowd that was surrounding the alpha and Ghost. Esme turned to snap her jaws at one of her packmates who were busy whispering hateful things about her old lover. She was awfully close to the mouthy male's face, and any inches closer she would've bit him. Grunting in satisfaction when he took a few steps back, she stood alongside Ghost. Actually, she put a good distance between them; she was still dealing with her feelings and thoughts. At the sight of Elias bristling, a slight smirk danced onto her lips and she took a few steps closer to Ghost until she was centimeters away from touching him.

"So, you're denying him from joining then?" She questioned her alpha, a challenging look in her cold blue eyes. "Yes, Esmelane," he replied through gritted teeth, his eyes telling her to back down. "He's a murderer, he murdered one of our own!" His raised voice didn't faze her at all. The look on her face told him, and everyone else who could see, that she wasn't letting it go. Testing the waters, like she always did, the white she-wolf circled the alpha. "If that's the case, then don't you think you might as well exile half of the pack? The rogues who were on the run because of killing someone else before joining the pack? How about you, sir?" She challenged. "You're not so innocent, we all know that much." Esme chuckled bitterly. This was what she did, she was always challenging and questioning the alpha and it was a surprise to many that she was still here, that she still held the rank of beta female.

[align=center]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 405px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;]"give me a sign, i wanna believe."[/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]"You're only against him joining becau-" Her gaze flickered towards Elias and she didn't like the way he was looking at Ghost. His words made her snap, and that was all it took for Esme's form to move from the alpha and standing in front of Ghost, glaring up at her mate. That label that he had, it was going to be removed. He was no longer her mate, not after what she had learned. A loud snarl sounded from Esmelane, her lips curled back and her blue eyes darkening angrily. She could tell Elias and the rest of the pack was shocked, and somewhat taken aback, but he quickly regained himself as her peered down at her. He towered over her by a few inches, but Esmelane wasn't threatened by the size difference.

Elias thought he had won, but he didn't. Esme knew the truth. This time, Esmelane was standing beside the alpha. "Did he ever have the chance to say he was innocent? None of you would think about considering if he was guilty or not, if he said otherwise, all of you still would have deemed him a murderer." She said. "Tell me, any of you, what would he have gained from murdering the alpha female?" Inquired Esmelane. When nobody said anything, she continued. "Exactly, nothing. I'll admit, for the longest, I thought he killed her to." She said to her alpha.

"But," Her attention flitted towards Ghost. "After a while, I was questioning myself. Only this morning did I realize that he was framed. Ghost didn't kill anyone. I was hesitant to believe that this was the truth. I refused to hear what he was telling me, I accused him of lying just like everyone else did." Although she didn't say the words, she was sorry. It was evident in her eyes, the only part of her that actually expressed any of her feelings and emotions. "But none of you know him like I do. I know when he's lying, and none of those tells were there."

"Don't you think, sir, that if he killed your mate, he would've had at least some injuries? I highly doubt that she," Esme didn't dare speak the deceased alpha female's name. "Didn't put up a fight. That day, Ghost didn't have any fresh wounds on him at all." This time, as she spoke her next words, Esmelane stared directly at Elias. "Who was the one that shared to everyone that your mate was dead?" Elias. "Who was the one who had multiple injuries?" Elias. "Sir, who would've gained the most out of your mate's death?" Elias, because with any luck, the alpha would've went mad and would drive himself to the point of death. Only, he didn't. The alpha, though still heartbroken and miserable, stayed strong. If the alpha did die, Elias would've became alpha. She knew her alpha knew that, too.

"So you'd continue to harbor the real killer and let him stay within your ranks, yet deny someone falsely accused permission to join the pack?"