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I'm sorry, mother... I'm sorry, I let you down
Well, these days I'm fine - No these days I tend to lie
I'll take the West train, just by the side of Amsterdam
Just by my left brain, just by the side of the Tin man
I'm sorry, brother... I'm sorry, I let cha down
Well, these days you're fine - No these days you tend to lie
You'll take the West train, just by the side of Amsterdam
Just by your left brain, just by the side of the Tin man
Your time will come if you wait for it, if you wait for it
It's hard, believe me... I've tried
But I keep coming up short
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name; Amsterdam.
age; four years old.
gender; female.
rank; omega.
pack; Macheide.
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personality; Amsterdam is a quiet wolf. never really having a reason to say anything. wip
history; Amsterdam was born in the south forest, to two beautiful timber wolves. her mother was the daughter of an alpha, and her father was a loner. she had only seen her father once, and it was when he was passing by the border. only, she was four months old then. so she didn't have much of an idea on who he was. she just thought of him as a loner trying to mate with one of the older females. her grandfather treated her like a princess, but knew she was the daughter of an unwanted male. he knew that it was bound to happen, but he just never wanted to accept it. when she turned six months old her mother passed away due to a disease that came to the valley. she and two other wolves were killed. now without a mom she lived with her pack as an omega basically. useless to the other wolves, unable to hunt and fight. she was a weak link without her mother or father. she would never learn how to hunt without them. at the age of a year and three months she went into her first heat, and the other females of the pack followed her along. the lone brutes came around at least once a day trying to steal a female. her grandfather worked hard to chase the brutes away even at his old age. after her first heat her grandfather had died of old age and being worked to hard. the pack basically fell apart. everyone started to howl to mourn his death, and some started to leave to establish a new pack. being so young she had no option but to stay with the only wolves left, herself. she stayed in the valley for another five months before being chased out by a bear. with no home to go to she fled to the forest. wandering and searching. hoping to come across a loner to join with. she came across no one. for about two years and three months she lived as a loner. finally she came across the scent of a brute and many others. eventually she walked into the territory and was accepted into the pack. she was never able to move her way up on the ranks and was kept at the low rank of an omega. always submitting to everyone, and tucking her tail. never able to eat first, only getting skin and bones for a meal.
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mate; no, though she does wish for one.
pups none, though she does want a litter.
crush; no one, though she is looking at the brutes out there.
all around love; Amsterdam has never had mate, but a crush? yes, she has had one. when she lived in her pack there was a lone brute that would come by every night and howl at the moon. she would howl along with him, and the two would have a sweet duet together. often their songs would be broken up by her grandfather, and she would continue howling until he howled back to let her know he was okay. other than him she had never gotten closer to any other brute she may love.
secrets; Amsterdam has one secret. she cannot fight. worth nothing. fighting is one thing she just cannot do.
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other; nope.


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I'm sorry, mother... I'm sorry, I let you down
Well, these days I'm fine - No these days I tend to lie
I'll take the West train, just by the side of Amsterdam
Just by my left brain, just by the side of the Tin man
I'm sorry, brother... I'm sorry, I let cha down
Well, these days you're fine - No these days you tend to lie
You'll take the West train, just by the side of Amsterdam
Just by your left brain, just by the side of the Tin man
Your time will come if you wait for it, if you wait for it
It's hard, believe me... I've tried
But I keep coming up short
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name; Romgade. a.k.a Riddle.
age; five years old.
gender; male.
rank; warrior.
pack; Caïssa.
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personality; wip
history; Riddle was born with three brothers. all of them larger in size than him. as they aged it became a competition to see who would become alpha when they grew up. at first it was all of them fighting in a big bunch. teeth, blood, and hate coursing through them. the first out was, Conad. who was the white brute. on the next round it was, Triad. the silver wolf. the last brute to loose was Riddle. he lost to his brother Grade. sadly, he and his two other brothers were banished from the pack or they were to be come omegas. not wanting to live through a life of humiliation they all became a band of loners. Conad was the first to depart once he found a pack, where he stole a female. next was Triad, who had found another band of young brutes who were going to find females to start a pack. Riddle continued on only at the age of two years and began his own pack, the moonlit. then the rivalry began.
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mate; no, nor does he think about it.
pups none.
crush; no one.
all around love; Riddle has never thought of a mate before. all the females to him have never seemed to be good motherly material. they have never seemed to catch his eye and make him smile like he were in love. many females have had a good look to them, but those females didn't have a good personality to match.
secrets; Riddle has no secret to hide except for the fact that he lost a fight before. when he was young.
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other; here is my brute. ^-^