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- Hey, wait up! This here is our lovely miss Borealis. Many call her Alice. A four year old female. A small female, she has a lanky, slender body and a narrow head. Her legs are long and agile, and her fur short. A huge con in the winter. It is a russet color, a few white patches seperating it. There is a peppering of black in varying places as well. Yes, she is an Etheopian wolf. You will figure out how she ended up here as we discuss her past. Now we will get a little more personal here.
- Why do you keep running off? For a failry unknown reason, this femme is rather flighty. Many figure her a weak one. scared. While yes, she is, she is also smart. All this running about with light feet and observing small things, she knows a lot more than you think. Borealis is rather observant, not outgoing. Her quiet is mysterious, but she just needs to ensure what she says sounds decent.
- Flighty. Absolutely. Alice here rarely sticks around to let anyone get her name or even a word out of her. Sure, she may watch a pack out of curiosity, but when one begins to approach, she will commonly turn and flee. Her flighty attitude can be aggrevating, the fights it has induced have made it all the worse. This female is relatively unsure of how to react to many wolves, and this causes her to panic and dart soemtimes. but it can save her from trouble.
- Observant. Her flighty and quiet way about the land causes her to get away with wandering on pack lands for hours. She is often seen with her eyes containing awe in simple things and her mind working to analyze anything she runs across. She will watch a pack wolf, and if she knows its rank, deciphers their duties. She hates to ask for help, so watching others is how she has always learned. Alice still uses that method, her eyes careful and her mind sharp.
- Quiet.If anything is going to irritate you about this female, it is her stubborn quiet ways. Trying to get her name is a feat, and it takes her a little while of silent observing and body language to gain her faith. Alice needs patience, if that is not an attribute to you, this is not someone you should reach out to. She has a light and inncent voice, the only time she is vocal much anymore is when she howls, a strange, foriegn ring to the songs. Her quiet is her way of self defence, no one can know too much or grow too close.
- Why won't you just talk to me? When this female was born, she never expected the turns her life would take. Born in Etheopia, she was to have the normal life of the average Etheopian wolf. She was happy, thriving within a small group of loners, no ranks or anything. Just carefree times. Until the thundership landed. Helicopter, as you may know it. It was full of researchers. Although her and her young friend thought a getaway was their best bet. Darts in their flanks, the two bolted for the hills. Humans figured they would be fine. They had gotten too far for them to find however, and woke to realize this. He was older than she, and taught her by showing her. Hunting and fighting were learned by quiet observation. It was a normal, lonely life. But she was content spending it with her trusty companion she had total faith in. During a carefree jog, they crossed a road. He told her they would play hide and seek. She loved that game, often able to scare him when she found him as she was a silent walker. Hiding her head under her small tan paws she counted in her head. The sound of a car drowned out his pawsteps. Drat. She would have to search harder now. Finishing counting, she jumped up. "Ready or not, here I co--" Her paws skidded to a dusty stop on the road. She still cannot describe the scene. Maw wide open, she felt her eyes stinging as she raced over, nosing him desperately. "No! No! Come on!" Voice craking, she was forced to break down, lying with her head on his side for days in a row. Starving, she eventually was weak enough to fall asleep. Awakening in a strange building, many humans swooned around her. Frgrant food was shoved in her face. It was a while before she was too hungry to resist eating. Her mind was clouded by utter loss. Alice was given an injection and removed from her cage, the sight being a huge mesh net swallowing her up and the sound of a thundership above her and her body lifting from the ground. The medicine made her limp, but her eyes watched below her as she was floating across civilization and soon miles of trees surrounded her. So different from her old home. Set down in the trees and eventually regaining strength, she wanders this land and hopes to discover how to live off it.
- ...oh. Well, what about now? She is a lone wolf, and currently matchless.
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{Roman, the great empire.}
Dude, I never even did anything to you! No one ever does anything to really deserve the Wrath of Roman. Named after a powerful city, he takes that seriously. His father made it very clear he was to become the best leader there is. His body is built for power. His shoulders are widely set, a powerful chest and mucled frame bringing him to an impressive size. Roman may not really be much of a gentleman, his red and grey pelt often messy and his amber eyes seemingly dark somehow. He sometimes acts up to his name, civilized and put together. But if he has had a nasty or boring day, he may become snappy just because he is bored and wants to pick a fight for fun. { Bᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ɴᴏɴsᴇɴsᴇ. }
{ name: roman
{ nicknames: n/a
{ gender: male
{ age: five and a half
{ pack?: yes
{ rank: fighter
{ personality:
power-hungry and strong.
Fights are not anyone's idea of fun in all honesty. but to him, they are what bring him entertainment in a world of dull. Alas, you will also see him sleeping around camp, not up to patrol every five seconds. Aged at seven, he often thinks rest is well deserved, He has been up and about for that long, what cana few naps do? If a fight starts, he will be right there in aheartbeat. Now, he is rather power-hungry. His size and age give him confidence, and you will frequently see him starting fights with a lead role, or higher rank. Why shouldn't he hold the reins? he had once. Rather well. Roman is not an obeidient lad in the least. This male will sass the leader and openly disobey him. He dreams of having a one-on-one fight with him for the spot of alpha male. That would be the day. No brown-nosing suck-ups to back up the weakling that is the leader. Strong physically and mentally, little insults bounce off his thick frame and back at the wolf dishing them out. Quick to snap, he never attacks if he has no chance of survival. Emotional affairs are petty. He was once a leader, and was strengthened well.
Back in his old lands, this fella led a big pack. He inherited the spot of alpha. Roman took it seriously, shaping up the pack to his standards. Fight until you win. Don't walk away from a fight. It was all a powerful and wonderful life. His pack moved fluidly under his control. He was a fine leader. Until the Dark Day came. It was all a decent morning. Quiet of course. A few of his hunters rushed into camp, a type of panic on their faces. Calling for him, the big red male padded to them, questioning. Then the distant thundering of hooves sounded. A lot of them. Eyes settling on a big herd of moose, he loudly called to his pack, warning them to move. Satisfied the pups were taken away from the hueg hooves that began crushing thorugh the camp, the male made his own way out. Moose calls rang heavy in the air. Once he was out of the way, he looked to see what was making them destroy the entire camp, trampling the prey stores, and injuring wolves that limped about, and ending the ones that lie limp on the ground, beaten and broken. Then howls sounded. A pack flew into view. So they meet again. Turned out that the leader of this rival pack flushed the moose over. The leveling of his camp and killing of good warriors was infuriating. Which is why he pounced. The two packs met, a mix of flyign fur and snarls. Roman fought hard. And then another wave of wolves from the rivals appeared. His own pack was running from the hopeless cause. Chased out by the entire rival pack on his tail, he is determined to prove himself once again.
Love is not too uncommon to him. The female he loved was killed by the stampede that ravaged his old pack's land. His pups were lost, taken with the other wolves of his pack, hopefully safe. The male is a protector, large and caring at heart. Cold as he may seem, he can be a rather fantastic companion, and will take to loners more easily thn most other pack wolves. No females have yet caught his careful eye. He searches for a responsible, beautiful, and strong female to claim as his mate.[/color]
{ for lion and the lamb }