||Disrupted and Displaced|| Semi lit - Lit Wolf RP Accepting

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((Sure, as long as my basics are included. =) ))

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Trigger
Happy|Warrior|Talking to Lily Mist|Main Camp
Trigger,being his usual self,trotted over to where Lily Mist was talking to Terra.He landed with a thud,almost falling over.He caugh his balence....

well,almost.He toppled onto the ground beside Lily Mist.He looked up at her,smiling embaressedly.

"Hey,Lily."He said,using her name instead of doing what most others did,and call her Miss Alpha.He saw no point in it.It was...acting like you respected the Alpha too much....that you didn't know her on a personal level.He flicked his ears,and sat up,shaking his head to fix his fur.

"Jeez!Why do I fail so much?"He asked no one in particular,looking at Lily Mist."Go one,laugh if ya want."He said,giving her a joking smile.
Suddenly,his head spun,he sat down,eyes wide.He looked at the ground,a harking cough rackled through him,sending shudders done his spine.His chest felt as if a boulder was on it.He whined.

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((I saw your post, I'll respond to it the same time I respond to the other wolf she is talking to. Please don't quote old posts unless absolutely necessary. ))

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(Sorry,Glitter)

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|| Desi || the Wild One. || 2½ ||

"...imperfection is beauty..."
Well, my name is Cualquier Bruto de la Desea. My mother gave it to me. It means, 'Every Brute's Desire'. Yeah, my mother was from Spain. The Spanish heritage was very prominent in our pack. Still is in me.
But people usually call me The members of the old pack called me Desea. Desire. But all my friends and siblings called me Des or Desi. My mother called me her Solamente Nina.
My Gender? Really? Well, I'm a female. Yeah, I look pretty feminine. All small and petite, but don't let that get to your head.
I am 2½ years old. It' been six months since the devastating...event.
I am 3 feet 5 inches. Yeah. I know I am short. Don't hate. It helps a lot.
I weigh 65 lbs. Pretty light for the average wolf. See how small I am!? But, again, don't let that get to your head. Alright?
My fur color is complicated. Yeah, so in the summer, I am a white wolf. Like pure white. No streaks or anything. Although, in the winter, I am white, with a few blonde streaks in there. I guess it helps me keep warm or something. I don't know. I've always had it.
My eyes are a blue. It's really weird, really. I was the only one in my pack with blue eyes.
My rank? Well, I am a fighter.


"...madness is genius..."

Well, I am basically made up of adjectives. Here, I'll explain them to you. Flirtatious, Adventurous, Loving, Protective, and finally Jealous.

Flirtatious. Well, I like to flirt around. I like to have fun playing around with the boys, because I find them so much more fun to be around. They aren't made up of drama or anything and they just find the most stupid things to do that are always so much fun. Well, I think so. During those stupid things we do, I tend to flirt a lot. It's nothing serious, I just like to have fun and play around and that is all my flirting is made up of really. One time it almost got a little too serious, but I was brought back to my senses. So, I don't think that will happen anymore.

Adventurous. Well, I am very outgoing. I like to have fun like I stated before. I get in trouble a lot for my lack of care for other things. Yeah, that can get me in trouble because I am the alpha, but I always seem to back pedal my way out of getting in trouble. Probably because I am the only girl. Well, I grew up only with boys. But that is more history. I like touring things and exploring. It gives me a rush of excitement and kind of calms me as well. So yeah.

Loving. Well, I am very loving and caring. I like to care for others. I like letting them know that I will always be there for them. I am very caring for younger ones. Like pups, I think those little things are so adorable. Like seriously, how cute are they! They make me happy. And I am sure that when I find my mate one day, I will love him and cherish him all the same.

Protective. I am super protective of my things. This one kind of goes hand in hand with jealousy. I get super jealous and protective of things that are mine. For example, my den. Yeah, that's mine. Keep away. Another thing that I get super protective over is boys. I don't know why. I feel like they are mine, and I am not really good at sharing so, yeah. I am protective of boys and I get jealous if any other females come in to our little circle thinking that they are like me or something.

My History? Well, I was born. Ha. Okay, so I was born the youngest of three other males in the litter. My parents were very elderly. I was the only female that my mother ever gave birth to. Isn't that neat. Although, pappa never liked me. I suppose that is why I always hang around men, because I was craving my father's attentions. He tried to kill me before. I was a year old and he took me out to the woods to teach me how to 'hunt'. Mother was so proud that he was finally making an effort to like me. She kept on saying, "See, she isn't evil. Tonto." My auntie told me that my parent's heard an old wives tale saying something about if you only have sons all your life, that there is good luck to come, but if you are plagued with one female, then everything around you comes crashing down the day the female becomes fertile. Interesting. So, I guess you could say that I was the cause of the death of my pack...But back to the story, he brought me to the middle of the woods. I couldn't smell anything. It was dark, and I was scared. Then, one time I looked up and my pappa had his lips curled and his teeth showing at me. I went into submissive position immediately. I cowered asking why. He just shouted at me and lunged at me. I bolted back to where he had taking me. I ran as fast as I could swerving in every direction right before his teeth would clamp down on my tail, and then, I made it back, my mother watched me as I came hurdling in screaming in terror. My father ran in after me and stopped a few feet into the area. I his in between my mother's legs and cried. They began to fight and yell at each other, than the omegas came in and calmed everyone down.

When I turned two, along with my three other brothers, it was a grand celebration. I was actually going to be mated to some older guy. My mother was so proud, but my father was no where to be seen. It was in the middle of the celebration that we heard the crazed howls of the rogues. A whole bunch of them came down from the mountain caves and plagued our lands. They came after us and tore every wolf they could apart. Most of the pack wasn't quick enough getting out...

Anyways, currently I am on my own not really doing much of anything. I just travel around the cold Transylvania forests trying to find someone. It isn't fun being alone.
What do I like, eh? Well, Boys. Meat. My Mom. A Pack. Pups. Hibiscus flowers, I saw them on a magazine that was on a road before.
Oh, I seriously dislike rogues. Females. My father.
Um, well at the moment I like no one.
I am single.
What do I want in a partner? Um, I want someone comical because I never want to have a dull moment. I want someone who is loyal. Who will always remain at my side.
Anything Else? Well, nope.

|| Diablo || the Bad Boy. || 3 ||

"...imperfection is beauty..."
Well, my name is El Diablo Mismo. My Father named me. My name translates to The Devil Himself. I don't know why I was called that. My Father didn't really like me. I was the first black furred son of his. Maybe that's why. Black is supposed of being the Devil's color.
But people usually call me Diablo. That is really the only thing my parents, siblings and pack called me.
My Gender? Really? Well, I'm a brute. Isn't it obvious by my features?
I am 3 years old.
I am 40 in. The largest height that a male could be.
I weigh 177 lbs. Yeah, Imma big boy.
My fur color is All black. It's funny too, because I am the only black furred wolf in my kit.
My eyes are an amber color. The same color of my fathers'.
My Rank? Well, I'm a warrior. Yeah, big bad wolf is a warrior.


"...madness is genius..."

Well, So, I will give you adjectives for how I act. I am your every day bad boy. I am protective. I am adventurous and just and all around flirt.

Bad Boy. Well, I never listened to the rules. Even when I was born, I was just a little rebel. Mom said it was time to eat now, nah, I'll eat later. Father said it was time to learn to hunt, nah, I'll go explore instead. Ha. That was just me. I never wanted to listen to anything that anybody told me. Which is weird how I became a warrior, when really I don't like doing what I am told. Oh, well, it is really just who I am. Nothing you can do to change me.

Protective. Whenever I do get a mate, she is mine. Even before that, I am going to stick with her every moment. That is jut the type of guy I am. You know? That kind of goes for food and other things as well, though. I am seriously way to overprotective with my stuff. The things that I kill, are mine, because I am usually too lazy to go out and kill something. As for like things I find, they are mine. I'm not sharing...with anyone...well, I take that back, I will share with my mate, and that is all. Ha.

Adventurous. Well, I am everywhere exploring constantly. I like to go around and move around. I cannot sit still for long. At all. I hate sitting still, actually. Boredom like kills me inside. I hate being bored. I need to be able to do something. I need to be able to go out and accomplish something so that way, I don't look like a pathetic loser that is only strapped on for the ride. But, that is what I think of everything.

Flirting. Haha. Might I say that I am well at it. Boy, don't you look stunning today. I mean, I say a lot of cookie things, and that is one of them, but I just like having fun. I hate dull moments. The guys and some of the girls bring that amazing fun that I need to have to support my sanity. Bet you've never heard that before. No, I need to keep doing whatever idiotic thing i am doing or else, I will go insane. Ha.

My History? Well, And there I was, just sitting all innocently near my mother, trying to keep warm because Mother Nature decided that when I was born would be the perfect day to have a snowstorm. My other sibling around me were warm and it made me feel so comfortable lying with mom. Then, dad walks in with a large smile on my face. He sees me and it disappears. Well, then... He growls and without another thought, picks me up and throws me outside. Suddenly, I was freezing. My mother lept up and grabbed me before I could feel the full extent of the chilling outside, though. She banned father from coming into the den and he had to go sleep somewhere else.

Many instances, my father has tried to lose me, kill me{indirectly of course.} and all kinds of other things. I just gave up on trying to please him since whatever was stuck up in his fur wasn't my fault or my doing. But that's fine, I just went after girls and flirted a lot with them all my life, and then, the time came to where I was to be set up with some fae. I didn't really like her. She was too everywhere for my liking. Too much like me. So, anyways, I was just doing it because it was my last hope with my dad. Then, we all heard the howls of the crazed wolves, and I am sure you have heard the story before. Almost everyone dies and...yeah...so, here I am.
What do I like, eh? Well, Faes. Meat. Exploring.
Oh, I seriously dislike Lightening. Rogues. Loud sounds. Bears.
Um, well at the moment I like no one.
I am single.
What do I want in a partner? Um, I want someone who is calm, but fun at the same time.
Anything Else? Well, nope.

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(( It's ok FoxClaw.
dearie. accepted. But what pack are they in? ))

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{{- just put Desea and Cantus and Diablo in Fallen Skies. Sorry, I noted that I forgot that after I sent it. ha. -}}

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((Ok. Thanks for joining! ))

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{{- no problem, is there anyone open and where is everyone? -}}

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((I know my Charries Tornado, Bear, and Timber are open. Tornado is in Cantus camp, and Bear and Timber are in Fallen Skies. They just posted a few back. ))