Random roleplay
Thread Topic: Random roleplay
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As dawn breaks over the mountain, Cheyenne undergoes a gradual transformation from wolf to human. The process is painfully slow; her fur falls away, revealing her skin, which gradually regains its hue. However, her injuries persist in her human form, and she is observed limping toward a group of assistants who quickly rush to tend to her wounds and provide her with clothing.
Adrianna, her assistant, hurries over. “My lady..” she pants, breathless from the search for her superior. “..Hah.. are.. you alright..?”
Cheyenne spits out a little bit of blood, but she smiles. “Ha. My ego is more hurt than anything. I’ll be fine, though.”
“Well.. not all is lost, my lady… Moonstone.. hah.. took some.. considerable losses as well… I’ve been logging all the losses from each pack.”
“Oh?”
Adrianna unfurls a scroll filled with hastily scribbled notes and presents it to the alpha. Cheyenne scoffs upon glancing at the document, struggling to decipher the chaotic handwriting. She turns to her servant with a look of disapproval. Deep down, Adrianna feels a pang of disappointment, having hoped that Cheyenne would recognize her efforts despite the demands placed on every Blood Moon member to fight during the battle. Given the circumstances, neatness was not a priority, yet [i]that[i] was what she wished to emphasize? Adrianna swallows her own pride per usual.
“Ahem. Right then. I can fill you in verbally on the way back as well, if that is what you wish. Shall we, my lady?” The woman extends a hand toward her alpha, who hesitates before taking it. Other members of the Blood Moon pack also gradually begin to transform back, and the pack begin their leave.
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"its not your fault Cheyenne wasn't trustworthy." Astrid recognized the pained feeling metus was having for the forest "I'm sure the forest will heal soon." Astrid sighed heavily, standing up." until then, we should probably go home and get our wounds treated."
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"I'll go with you, in a minute." Metus said. They stood up and shakily walked to the closest tree. They took a carving knife from their pocket and scored a small stub on the tree where there was once a branch. A reminder to the forest of the fight that had occurred there. Metus liked to do this whenever they saw fights in the forest. Metus didn't understand it themselves but it felt important to them. They liked to believe they learned it from their dad, Barry, but Metus remembered very little of Barry. Metus put the knife away and walked back to Astrid.
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(alr, timeskip to after funeral processions & negotiation meeting!)
A biting chill enveloped the landscape on this bleak winter day. The sun struggled to penetrate the thick clouds overhead, casting a somber dark grey hue across the sky. Snow clung to the branches where vibrant leaves once thrived, but a fierce gust of wind sent flurries cascading down, creating a delicate snowfall over the soldiers marching below. From her office on the top floor of her mansion, Cheyenne observed the scene unfold.
The soldiers, bearing undecorated, sleek black wooden caskets, moved in a silent procession down the mountain, their demeanor devoid of any ceremony or reverence. Rather, they all seemed intent on finishing their task swiftly, avoiding any delays from the deceased's friends or family wishing to bid farewell. To the alpha, this was an embarrassment, and partially the deceased's fault. Therefore, she has decided that the fallen soldiers will not receive an honorable funeral and will instead be quietly moved to a small graveyard in Blood Moon's plains with no tombstones. After all, who would want to remember the losers?
Cheyenne observes closely until the final figure vanishes from view. At that moment, Adrianna arrives with a steaming pot of coffee, perfectly complementing the alpha's cherished glassware set. The delicate china produces a soft clink as it meets the boss's desk, capturing her attention. She turns just in time to see Adrianna brush off her apron and exit silently. Cheyenne settles into her luxurious leather swivel chair with a sigh, the leather emitting a slight squeak under her weight. Leaning forward, she examines the bowl of sugar cubes on her desk, savoring the ritual of choosing the perfect one.
The milk beside her remains untouched, as Cheyenne prefers her coffee with just a single sugar cube. She delicately plunges a perfectly manicured finger into the cup, locating the cube and shattering it with a sharp, claw-like nail. The cube crumbles into fine grains as she stirs slowly. With her eyes closed, she takes a deep breath, the rhythmic ticking of her grandfather clock echoing in the silence. It feels like a haunting déjà vu, as the three of them find themselves back at the beginning, yet this time, Cheyenne is acutely aware of her diplomatic disadvantage. She wonders how the meeting will go this time. -
As the moonstones pack finishes the funeral services, built on honoring the fallen soldiers instead of defaming them, Astrid feels a sense of grief of losing members of their pack.
getting ready to proceed to the meeting, a nurse changed her bandage on her stitched up shoulder
"thank you, Akira." she says to the nurse. Akira nods and finishes rapping asrids shoulder up before fetching a sleek black dress with white stockings that had lacy suspenders.
"be careful putting that on, I'll help you. your shoulder should heal in two-ish weeks" Akira said, presenting the outfit.
after getting ready, she left the room, not doing her hair. as per usual. she then proceeded to metus's location to ask if they were ready to leave. "metus, are you almost ready to go?" -
Metus was carving small wolf figurines in their room when Astrid walked in. It was another one of their small, silly traditions. They carved figurines for each member of the pack that died. Metus remembered exactly when that tradition started. They looked up from their carving and set the knife down. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Metus mumbled. They wore a deep blue suit with a bowtie. Metus hated wearing suits, but they understood the occasion.
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Cheyenne, seeking to soothe her anxiety, slides open the second drawer from the top on her desk's right side. Within the drawer is just a small chest, a lighter, and a key, all part of another one of her cherished rituals. With deliberate care, she glides her fingers over the cool surface, extracting the luxurious black cedarwood box adorned with exquisite gold brass accents. With a gentle smile, she inserts the matching, intricately-designed golden brass key into the lock, carefully lifting the lid of the chest.
The opulent chest holds a meticulously arranged collection of the boss's preferred cigars of the week, the Danish Royal Collection's Regal Refinement, each individually wrapped in elegant gold-plated paper. As a passionate cigar enthusiast, Cheyenne frequently discovers new favorites, prompting her assistants to rotate the brands in her desk alongside the chest, lighter, and key that accompany them. The choice of color and material is crucial, as any mismatch can disrupt the ambiance; thus, each chest, lighter, and key is custom-crafted to align with the brand's aesthetic. On this occasion, the lighter is a high-end St. Dupont model, featuring a sleek black lacquer finish with gold accents on the switch, harmonizing beautifully with the overall black and gold theme.
The woman snaps the lighter open with a swift flick of her wrist, her thumb pressing the trigger as she balances the cigar between her lips. As the flame catches, she inhales deeply, savoring the warmth that fills her lungs. The heat radiates from her chest, spreading to her hands and feet, gradually cooling off like a star losing its brilliance. With a contented sigh, she closes the drawer and rises from the soft leather chair.
She strides toward a bookshelf towards the back of the room, taking a moment to survey her options while stroking her chin. After some contemplation, Cheyenne pulls out a record and moves towards the record player sitting close to a huge window. The alpha gently sets the record down, moving the stylus with two fingers onto the disk before returning to her seat at the desk. A slow jazz melody begins to pour out, accompanied by a duet of saxophone and piano. She hums along to the melody while continuing to sip on her coffee and wait for the couple. -
"well, we'll just hope it goes good." Astrid said in a reply to Metus, her gaze softening as she saw how he put himself together. she began to leave the room, heading to the designation in which she would meet with the packs allies to go and discuss.. the betrayal that Cheyenne had committed. it caused great grief among the ally packs, and they wanted answers.
betrayal was typically frowned upon in the wolf packs, looking to form alliances, Cheyennes bold move had sent everyone into panic because nobody knew what she was capable of, from one battle, the world around the moonstone pack seemed hectic and lost. Astrid took a deep breath, hoping to calm her anger before she could punch the wall and tear the seams in her shoulder. -
Metus offered their hand to Astrid while they nervously fiddled with their bowtie. Metus always liked to do something with their hands, otherwise they felt shifty. They looked out over the packs. He saw fear, sorrow, anger. It was a mosaic of pain. Metus closed their eyes tightly then opened them again, imagining the crowd as trees. To them, the trees had those feelings too, but seeing the trees in pain was less of a blow than seeing the other wolves in pain. Metus tracked through the crowd with his eyes then looked back to Astrid. Every time Metus felt it was all too much they knew they could just look towards their beloved. It would calm them down if only for a moment. Metus wished they could just watch Astrid instead of the crowd. It would make the terrors of the other day weigh lighter on their shoulders
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(sorry i just wanna take a brief pause for some clarification, cause i'm finding myself unsure of how to reply in a way that makes sense, and i just wanna make sure we're all on the same page
so what i was trying to illustrate with the renegotiation meeting here was kinda like "deja vu" in where the three characters gather once again in cheyenne's office like their first interaction. although lee also brought up the idea of the meeting instead being more like each alpha addressing their respective packs. i didn't know if you guys wanted to bring these three characters together again or if you wanna each have them do their own thing and then meet up later? sorry again for this i just was confused on the flow of the story) -
Super understandable, they could be on their way to a discussion))
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I'm okay with anything lol))
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In the heart of the dense Washington forest lies a magnificent European-style mansion, tucked away like a hidden gem waiting to be discovered. Or perhaps hoping not to be. A large, golden-colored fountain featuring a striking wolf statue stands proudly at the entrance, spouting water so clean you can see through the water and watch your reflection at the bottom of the shiny gold surface. A meticulously paved stone driveway leads the way, adorned with the emblem of the Blood Moon pack - a crescent moon entwined with a wolf's shadow, reminiscent of a yin yang. Towering, slender trees, perfectly spaced, line the path, leading visitors to the impressive three-story structure.
Adorned in a stunning golden beige hue with a sleek black roof, the mansion boasts two sweeping staircases that ascend to the grand entrance, while a spacious balcony on the third floor offers breathtaking views of the lush front lawn. Vibrant, exotic flowers and carefully arranged bushes add splashes of color throughout the grounds, all of which are secured behind a formidable golden gate, ensuring this treasure remains a well-guarded secret to all except those Cheyenne chooses.
A small group of Blood Moon soldiers, likely acting on their leader's orders, is observed behind the gate, impeccably attired in tuxedos, polished leather shoes, and sunglasses as they approach Astrid and Metus. They halt just before the entrance, and one soldier steps forward, methodically searching his pocket for a circular key ring. He is unhurried in his search, fully aware of which key he needs, yet he purposefully examines each one before selecting the appropriate key. With a slow, deliberate motion, he extends his arm, and with a satisfying click, the grand doors swing open. In unison, the soldiers pivot and march back toward the mansion in flawless formation.
As the soldiers make their way into the mansion, Cheyenne merges onto the balcony with a slight limp, feigning a stretch with overdramatically outstretched arms in an attempt to appear unbothered. One could notice, as she does this, a crimson-colored cast on her injured right arm. Yes, even the bandages must be on theme. She tosses her hair and leans casually over the edge, resting her uninjured hand on her chin. "Lovely evening, isn't it?" The alpha chuckles dismissively. -
(also for cheyenne's crib i'm picturing something like this for visualization purposes)
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(what a diva lol)
Astrid rolled her eyes, she never understood why someone would need to be this grand and draw attention to herself. she couldn't deny the plants were impressive, she wanted to take time to study each one, but she couldn't, There were other matters of business. as she walked forward, she tried to hide any weakness.
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