∞❄I N F I N I T Y❄∞ | Semi-literate | WOLF RP | {Remake}

[hypnotic.]

{ kelly. isn't replying D: so i guess i'll have to find someone else to rp with. Anyone open? I got Alyxandra the loner x3

[corpus christi]

{MOUCHARD}

{brute}
{one year}
{loner}
{page 2

Mouchard shook his head slowly. "Sorry. My father used to make me watch him eat when I would do bad things. Now it's a habit because I was a pretty bad pup." He explained. It was the truth but not the whole truth. He was watching Ratchie because he really wanted more. Mouchard turned his eyes away from the other brute in slight embarrassment. He watched the small birds flutter among the trees but only listened to the other wolf eat. Sometimes his selective hearing was a gift and other times it was a curse.

(Capture The Moment, any of my other four wolves are open. The form is on page 2. Just choose any of them if you want)

I'M GOING TO HAVE TO MOVE OVER TO MY IPOD NOW! I CAN STILL ROLEPLAY BUT I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO PUT THE TITLES THAT I USUALLY PUT ABOVE THE REPLY!

[dodobird959]

[I've got Scarlette(another Loner) free if you want c:]

Ratchie. Rat|Male|Hunter|No Crush|With; Mouchard|Feeling; Content|

Ratchie listened to his reply, flicking an ear. He offered a smile after he finished speaking, then gave a shrug. "Mkay." He mumbled, but it was barely heard. He picked up more meat laying at his paws that he had taken out, and chewed some more. He was taking his time, he was hungry but liked to enjoy the fresh taste of the delicious deer meat. The flavour seemed to burst in Ratti's mouth, each bite was well worked for.

[corpus christi]

Mouchard pinned his ears back irritatedly. He kept his temper under check but he still looked annoyed. If he couldn't get this wolf to sympathize for him maybe he could befriend him. He seemed kind. Mouchard looked back at the brute and watched as he ate. He pricked his ears forward and yawned. "I'm Mouchard." He said blankly.

[dodobird959]

Ratchie. Rat|Male|Hunter|No Crush|With; Mouchard|Feeling; Content|

Ratchie looked to him, chewing the last bit in his mouth before swallowing and saying "Ratti." Stating his name, well, nickname, but he considered it the same thing. He turned his attention back to the meat, and picked up that last mouthful in front of himself. He snarfed it down as his tail began to wag, a smile played on his lips. He paused for a short moment, licking his chops before his snout dug into the catch, pulling out some more meat. He continued to eat, then turned to Mouchard again. Didn't he have somewhere to be? If it's all the same to you, I think I'll take what you give me and be on my way. Those words replayed in Ratti's mind, a puzzled look appeared on his face. He shook his head to himself and cleared his mind, then took another bite from what meat he pulled out.

[corpus christi]

Mouchard nodded and looked up slowly. Something caught his eye hanging from the high branch above his head. There sat the meanest of all creatures Mouchard had ever tried to a catch. A squirrel. They were only rats with beautiful tails. Why were they so much harder to catch than normal rats? He waved his tail slowly and grinned impishly. He without a doubt couldn't jump that high but he was a pretty good tree climber. It wasn't too difficult. Though when he climbed trees it was usually to get away from other animals not to hunt something. Maybe? He thought. He walked slowly and quietly to the trunk of the tree. He examined the tree carefully making a quick plan in his head. In a split second the small brown wolf leaped up the tree and bounded out as far as he could go on the thin branch the squirrel had propped itself on. Mouchard was so close when a very unnerving sound rang through his ears. The cracking of a branch. He and the squirrel tumbled to the grass and landed with a thud. The squirrel squeaked and bolted away. Mouchard slowly stood up with a grown. He shook his fur with pain in his eyes. What was he thinking? An easy meal was never an option for him. He sighed and sat down sorely almost forgetting Ratti was there.

[rottenmutt]

Anybody want to interact?c:'

Hello,I am Illusion.If you haven't guessed I am a Brute and of two years of age. Approach me if you dare,but i would advise not too..

Name: Illusion
Age: Two years of age.
Meaning: His names means a shadow almost,someone who isn't there and that your mind is only playing tricks on you.

Illusion has a black onyx colored pelt. He has golden amber eyes. He is large and stocky for his size.He has gleaming white teeth and isn't afraid to use them,he has a lot of fur on his tail making it seem fluffier.He has large paws and has no speck of white on his body.
His amber eyes are full of hatred and rage when you stare into them.

Illusion has had a rough past for a wolf of his age. When he was a puppy his mother loved a loner,and thats how he knew his 'father'. But his real father was his alpha and nobody told him.He was learning how to be a warrior in the pack when his mom saw her mate and ran to him happily. Illusion followed of course and his eyes flashed behind him to see his alpha run up and stop in his tracks asking who the rouge male was. Illusion whimpered and stood behind his mom,his mom protected the loner for some reason he never knew. The alpha growled and attacked Illusions mother,killing her in a matter of minutes. He didn't know what to do.His 'dad' ran off back into the woods and Illusion sat beside his mother when the alpha nudged Illusion. And told him that he was his real father,Illusion in shock and confusion nodded. The alpha taught him that a wolf could never love,a strong one at least.And that death and revenge is the only way that leads out.As Illusion grew older he soon left on his own after his pack turned their back on him and attacked,even his own father.He started his own pack and swore his revenge one day in the future,and he has every detail planned out to a extent.

Rank: loner

Illusion may come off nice but hes far from it. He is cold hearted and mean.He only is nice if he needs something from you.He is very wicked and harsh with words.He has no warm spots for hope or love.He thinks love is stupid and childish along with hope.There is no hope and he doesn't care.He is very mean and has no manners towards others.He doesn't respect anybody but himself.But he is very brave,he isn't afraid to fight if he has too.He believes in the saying "me,myself and I."He is more pushed off and alone then most alphas. He likes his peace and silence to himself.He is strong willed and never gives up,but the male can get highly agitated and irritated very quickly,so thats a fair warning about this brute.

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[color=grey]"This is our vengeance.
Orphan of broken dreams:
Your word isn't what it seems.
You're jealous and weak:
Stay humble and meek
And one day you might succeed."[/color][/quote][/left][center][size=85][/size][/center]

[dodobird959]

[I've got Scarlette (Loner) for anybody ^^]

Ratchie. Rat|Male|Hunter|No Crush|With; Mouchard|Feeling; Content-Relaxed|

Ratchie's ear flicked and he turned his head to look at Mouchard again, and well looky there! He was in a tree, the creaking of the branch threatening to give out caught Ratti's attention so he looked. He could do nothing but watch, knowing there wasn't a way for him to help. He thought Mouchard would escape onto a safer branch, but instead he fell down along with the branch. He wondered if he was in pain, but he didn't seem to have any scratches from him, where Ratti was. Perhaps he couldn't see them from that distance or the dust that stirred from the fall. He wondered why Mouchard attempted to hunt after he gave him food. Clearly he was still hungry, but what puzzled him was the fact he didn't ask for more, and why he hung around. Ratti wasn't exactly willing to give up more of his food, but he'd offer to help the Loner hunt. It was about time he returned back to camp anyway, and drop off the catch. Though he had nowhere to go. Laying down, he wolfed up the last of his share, satisfied he leaned to one side and rolled onto his back, his forelegs bent, hovering above him. He licked his lips and stared up at the sky, enjoying the relaxation, as he watched the clouds move.
Mouchard's activities were none of his business and he decided if he needed anything he should ask, or else Ratti would go about his day. Soon he'd give his catch to his packmates, oh how he loved the hunt! The thrill of running, the reward, the satisfaction and bringing it to the pack to be praised. This Hunter loved this.

[corpus christi]

Mouchard looked at Ratchie as he rolled over. His light brown eyes watched him closely. Mouchard's leg hurt but he didn't really care to look at it. Everything always hurt on him. The poor little brown wolf was never taken care of as a pup and everyone had neglected to teach the wolf to hunt. The hungrier he got the more desperate he got. He could run pretty fast but not for long. He couldn't hunt anything bigger than a hate and even hares were too fast. Mouchard started climbing trees like the prey he chased after but they were still much faster. The little wolf's stomach growled as he took one last look at the carcass laying next to a full bellied Ratti. Mouchard turned and began to walk off with a tiny limp on his front leg. He walked slowly with his head down his ears out to the sides and his tail hanging. He thought Ratti might be his ticket into the Infinity pack but most likely not.

[rottenmutt]

||WIll post in a minute.c:||