I like turtles

{{ Turtles...?
*does awkward turtle motion* }}

Lol, I like the third one up! :O

Hmmm.... Perhaps. Haha, where are we anyways?

Alright cool. So, who's starting? I mean, I could if you want, I just don't know how to start this one...

What if there's a giant pack ritual party or something and then like, it gets out of hand and that's where they hook up, but later that night some wolfy crazy elder could announce that they were destined or something and then everyone's confused and stuffs and don't think it's true and one of them(our two) tries to reject the bond?

Oooh! That works! Let's do it!

Umm... Either. I dunno, I can't really think straight right now. I'm going to bed. Chooooooosseeeee!!!! Byebye!

Erm... mates then ^^
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"Are you really going to wear that Miles?"
His mother asked him with a sigh
"Yeah, what's wrong with it?" He said, eyes hateful like usual
"Nothing. It's just so.. casual/. Don't you want to look nice? You're going to find your mate after all. And the elders will see you. You're only two weeks away from inheriting the pack. You should be trying to impress everyone"
"Well I don't care" He snapped "Let's just get this over with" He shoved his hands into the pockets of his red baggy sweatshirt.
"Watch yourself boy" His father growled, walking into the room "You should take this more seriously. This will determine who you spend the rest of your life with."
The boy only rolled his eyes, and walked outside, after his parents, the alphas. [i]

Meanwhile, across town, a dark skinned boy stood inside a public restroom staring at himself in the mirror. He didn't actually care about the even that was coming up, but since he was a part of the pack it was his job to at least show up. It'd be really boring really, not many people talked to him unless it was the stray insult. He was actually pretty sure he was working the food or something today, but whatever. His mind then strayed to the reason for this 'celebration', Miles. He din't get why the kid was even fit to be alpha, it's not liked he even seemed to care about the pack all too much. Granted, he was sort of nice to him, but then again, that was probably his lame attempt at trying to be civil to the pack.

Markus ran his hand through his hair, giving it a slightly ruffled look and called it good. He smiled at himself and then turned around and walked off. The boy exited the bathroom at a jog, his oversized dark brown sweatshirt bouncing around his body. He jogged through the busy streets of the small town, darting through alleys and taking various short cuts until he reached the edge of the woods. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and then darted off into the darkness. His black sneakers squished the ground beneath his feet, mud starting to splatter him a little, his jeans getting a slight spray of mud. As he continued onwards, he could hear the distant chatter by the campfire that he knew was there. He was running a little late it seemed. He picked up the pace, not even slightly tired, the perks of being a werewolf. When he finally broke through to the clearing, a group of adults and some teenagers stood around a campfire, all murmuring excitedly while they waited for the young heir.

Markus was there for just a few seconds before he saw the large truck pull into the clearing. He listened patiently through the next alpha's speech and then shifted with the rest of the soon-to-be pack. His wolf was a brownish color, different from everyone elses. He was an outcast to say the least. He wasn't even the same type of wolf as them, but that may be due to his parents before him. It was an odd story, his mother was a human from the town, but she hooked up with some European circus guy and had his kid without his knowing. It was assumed that he was a wolf, probably a rogue. His wolf was sort of skinny and had the build more like that of a coyotes.

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{{ Meep. So, 1.) Sorry that's short, not sure what to write... and 2.)What if there is an elder shaman from another pack or something that's like a gypsy, matching the wolves of America up? Like, what if that wolf see's auras and stuffs and the one who matches Miles' is the 'one'? }}

Okey!
Oh, hey, so how've you been anyways?

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Markus stood with the other wolves, feeling awkward amoung them. He was skinny and long legged, whilst everyone else was various shades of gray and thick furred and strong muscled. Though, he himself was lean, he was more built for speed compared to them. He'd done some researching in his time and decided that he resembled the Iberian wolf the best. After a few more moments of standing there, he looked back and saw the crowd begin to part as one of the pack elders made their way through the crowd, running their hands through every wolf's fur as they made their way to the ledge where Miles stood. He shivered slightly as he felt the dried, wrinkled hand press on his fur, trying not to look rude by recoiling.

I'm good, been better, but I'm good. On vacation now, and I'm already bored out of my mind.
Alright, haha, sounds good, sounds good!

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Markus had been tuning most of this conversation out, as he really didn't care who it was. But when there was a sudden outburst of yips and growls he retuned in and found that most of the hate was targeted at him. He groaned, quickly putting two and two together. He knew this wasn't going to turn out well. He walked forward stiffly, his muscles tensed in case he needed to flee. He held his head high, trying to deflect any growls as he walked to stand by the two larger females. He highly doubted that he'd win against either of them unless he tired them out first. If it was just fighting for Miles, then he wouldn't mind dropping out, but since he was fighting for alpha, he might as well try. After all, if he beat even one of the females, he'd maybe gain some more respect as a fighter.