T h e G r a y ~ Semi-Literate Wolf Plague RP ~ O p e n

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[spottedheart11]

n a m e ; Nikki
a g e ; 5 years
g e n d e r ; Fae
a p p e a r a n c e ; all black with green eyes.
r a n k ; Hunter, but really wants to be Beta female

p e r s o n a l i t y ; sweet and caring, but is ready to take charge if needed and is very humorous at times.
h i s t o r y ; was a lone wolf until The gray came. Then she joined the pack.
c r u s h ; Rohan
m a t e ; none at the moment
o t h e r ; nope

[.ｖｉｘｅｎ]

•I will join with a male and female.•

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[[Awesome Peace. And spottedheart is accepted. I am going to update the front page and work on my post. Posting is now open.]]

[hokage.]

Loki woke and padded out of his den starting to plan the day ahead of him as he walked down to a small creed to get some water. His icey blue eyes were gleaming and fixed forward, his ear perked and listening for any un-normal sounds, and his fluffy white tail wagged slightly behind him.

[myth;]

n a m e ; Holly. It was here mother who gave her that name and her farther approved, she has worn it as a badge of honour and she was names it because of the plants that grew around her birth date.
a g e ; Holly is a young fae and still learning the ways of the wolf, her age being around 2 years.
g e n d e r ; Holly is a fae and proud of it, but it can bring some disadvantages.
a p p e a r a n c e ; Holly's fur is as white as snow and as pale as the new moon, but it is very hard to keep that way. It is very thick and has always done well in keeping her warm through those long winters and dry through the rain. But if the rain is too heavy it takes a very long time to dry. The very ends of her fur curl at the end and are puppy sift to sensative hands, paws or whiskers.
Her nose, eyes and paw pads are as black as deep space, there is nothing darker and she likes it that way. It gives her a werewolf like look with they eyes and they twinkle in the right light conditions.
r a n k ; Loner, but after she joins the pack she will become a hunter.



p e r s o n a l i t y ; Though Holly rarely shows her true personality to anyone but her mate, she doesn't have one yet, and the higher ranking wolves. Her personality consists of being shy at first, to any-wolf; intelligent in her own ways working out quick tasks and hunting strategy; and rule braking, she almost is always braking rules and enjoys the adrenaline.
She likes running and going on adventures, as it gives her the chance to have fun and brake loose from any of her troubles. She also loves braking the rules, as said before, and is easily amused when others try to straighten her out. Her dislikes are very similar to each other. The first fear is being outnumbered and attacked when she is in a moment of weakness, as this makes her feel as if she has lost and is unworthy or her origins. This is the same for her weaknesses.
h i s t o r y ; As a pup, Holly was always the first one to be awake and the first one in trouble. Her farther was soft hearted and he always let her off with the things she did wrong. But one day, it was raining and thunder ripped apart the skies. She ignored her mother's warning and ran off into the storm after she fell out with her brother. She soon found herself in an odd field and her pack was not far behind. The pack was a small one and consisted of her mother, farther, 2 brothers and sister. There was a strike of lightening and the grass set alight. But it was not just lightening that caused the fire. Some hunters had been tracking the wolves and sprayed oil on the dry grass and it burned faster. Holly blacked out before she knew what happened next and her family all burned to bones and ash. She woke up in new territory and she is still there...
WIP
c r u s h ; No-one
m a t e ; No-one

[.imagine.dragons.]

{ᵃʳᵍᵒˢｔｈｅ ｌｏｎｅｒｓᵛᵉˢᵗʳᵃ

-single single
-male female
-loner loner
-talking to; no one no one
-talks in talks in

The silver pelt of the Alaskan wolf shimmered as she made her way around the trees. A smaller lighter colored brute followed behind the female, his long pelt bouncing as he trotted to keep up with her. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as the female and his pace slowed to a stop. He watched her sniff the light cold air of the Alaskan forest, and slowly began to copy her actions. "Vestra, what exactly are we doing?" The small brute let his muzzle down and look over at the silver fae. His eyes searched her for answers, but he could get anything out of her movements. He could tell she was trying to ignore him at the moment and sighed as she began at a light walk winding through the trees.
"Argos," She began not looking at him for a second. "I am looking for our meal." Vestra finished stopping to sniff the air, and only getting the bitter smell of a pack wolf. She growled and her fur began to stand on end, but she felt the light brush of Argos on her side and continued at her light pace, turning away from that bitter smell. He followed her, knowing she was pretty much his only family and he couldn't really live without her. Yeah, she was mean sometimes, but she saved him from almost death. She stopped and sat down to let Argos rest and to rant about a new pack being near here. "Stupid southern wolves." She snarled hating how they think they can just come up here to save their lives from extinction. Vestra felt Argos brush up against her and nuzzle her, trying to calm her down.

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A i m é e ;
fae - a l p h a - single

The sunlight leaked into the alpha's den, who sat in the mouth of the entrance. It danced on her fur, adding a sparkling quality to the fae's Snow White pelt. Her pelt was long and thin, sensitive to the slightest breeze, and danced around her as small gusts of wind led them. Her unseeing eyes looked over the camp, their gold and green flecks coming out from the shadows of the ghostly blue to play. She let out a sigh, a small one that barely managed to escape her maw. She worried about the pack, and worried for their future. What is the disease came? What if the winters here were too harsh? Luckily they had arrived in the late spring, but now it was mid summer and chilly breezes started to linger where the sun could not warm their pelts.

Aimée trotted into the centre of the camp, her head held high and her soft ears listening. She could feel the centre of the camp by how the land already slightly dipped down, worn from the many paws that traveled in the area. She sat, her posture erect as she tried to look brave. Tilting her head back, she closed her eyes and opened her maw. The howl started off soft and rumbley, but as she font louder it evened out into a smooth, silky melody. Though she had done this since the pack fled The Gray and settled, she was still not quite used to howling. This routine was a daily one, its purpose to wake any slumbering wolves and let the pack know that the day had begun. The alpha figured that a sense of routine would help the wolves of her pack feel more at home and more at ease.

[hokage.]

Loki had gotten to the creek and gotten himself a drink before hearing the soft melody howl of the alpha. His icey blue eyes scanned the area before deciding to walk around the territory looking for any other wolves or any possible prey.