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[Cyphron]

Darkness is all I seek, loneliness is all I feel.
The savageness within, the monster inside,
it's all lies. Deathly eyes, cooling tone,
sharp fangs. Is all I am, but I am no monster.
Scars cover me, they said time would heal them
they spoke lies. The pain lessened and scar tissue
covered them, but they still haunt me. There
is only one to aid, only one to bring light.
One day that one will come, but for now
I stand alone

Hello there young one, the name is White Fang. Nothing more and nothing less, just plain White Fang is what I prefer to come by. I was named after my sharp white fangs as you can say they were what I was known for as a pup and still to this day. I prefer that you do not call me by any nicknames as I feel no need for them, so please refrain from doing so. Shall I say I have walked this earth for four years and six moons now, as you can see I am not that old and not that young, a right age basically. I am a full blooded male, brute, lad, anything you can say but I am indeed a male, nowhere near female.

As far as sight goes you can see that I am a fairly large wolf with muscles that ripple beneath my pelt with every moment that I make. I am lean and agile, but speed is not much on my side as strength is. My fur has multiple colors, radiating from a light caramel brown to a dark coal black with tints of white and down to a light stormy gray. My fur has no pattern to it's coloring so you can never see nor tell which main color is basically made up of my entire pelt, I'm not even sure myself. My fur is sleek and smooth to the touch, almost soft and my tail consists to appear like a wooly fox tail. The tips of my fur curl in towards my stomach like claws protecting the skin underneath. Many scars hide deep within my fur from many fights in my past, though one is the most noticable and the most haunting. A jagged scar goes straight through and across my left eye, a pinkish color somewhat that is in sight with just one glance towards my direction. Many judge with this scar and I pay no heed as I have grown use to it over the years. My eyes are an icy blue with what appears to be a haunting edge to them, almost eerie like. My eyes hold no emotions as I have learned to mask them over, though they hold truth many times. Some have told me that when I look your way it is as if my eyes are peering into your soul. I don't believe this but it is what I'm told.

Ah, so I see as my time to tell my psersonality comes forth. To start off I have always been a lone wolf, always have been and most likely always will be. I dislike being in crowds and surrounded by multiple wolves at once. I prefer to keep to myself and be left in peace, as no one can annoy you when you are alone. I'm reserved and introvert you can say, but not quite shy, just anti-social more or less. Though I know in due time I will adopt to being surrounded by many, I know that the loneliness in the pit of my heart will always be there, no matter what. A constant reminder of what I am. I'm a loner at heart and there is no hiding that. When I am around others I show no emotions to them, only if I want to. I'm apathetic, not giving away anything of what I'm feeling in my voice or body language. No emotions come across me so it's difficult to figure me out, though most have never tried. With showing no emotions I show no weaknesses, so almost everybody leaves me be, never getting on my bad side which could lead to my aggressivenss. With my aggression I go into a hostile and cautious mode, snarling at anybody in sight with my hackles raised and teeth bared. I only see red and everybody as a threat, including if someone I care about is in danger is when such thing as my aggression comes in. It's almost impossible to bring me out of it unless one I trust is close by. As we move alone past my temper I have picked up the trait of being extremely observant. I can easily read your emotions by just seeing into your eyes or reading your body language or the sound of your voice. I can pick up on habits that you have, even habits that you may not be aware of. To say in other words, I can easily figure you out, it's almost as if you are an open book to me. I hope you are aware of the quote; Our eyes are windows to our soul as this very quote applies to me. My eyes reveal all of what I am feeling for a minimal time before I mask them over, it only takes one quick glance at the right timing to discover what I am feeling. That is why I hardly let anyone look into my eyes as I don't want them to figure me out. To me showing emotions is showing weakness and I hate doing so, emotions are our enemies, never our allies. I have trust issues as you can see so I hardly let anyone in, trust comes as in respect to me so once you gain my respect you are close to gaining my trust. To explain beyond my issues of trust I am also slightly mute, not speaking a single word to anyone unless you have earned my respect or trust. The only way I communicate is through body language and vocal sounds such as growling or just a slight rumble. The moment you gain my trust is the moment you will hear my voice and I remain loyal to you, always standing by your side no matter what and offering what ever advice I can give. I'm wise I can tell you though I always give my advice in quotes and riddles, wanting to one I tell to think through it instead of giving them the answer straight forward. Nothing ever comes easy. I am not the forgiving type, I hardly give second chances unless one truly deserves it in my eyes. It takes a moment to forgive but it takes a lifetime to forget. We easily forgive without even knowing it, but that one memory, that one moment they betrayed us will always stay deep within our mind. No matter what memories stay and sometimes they aren't friendly.

I was born in a late spring night with my sister Promise Broken and my brother Noble Soldier. Every morning we would always hear yelling although we never knew who the voices belonged to or why they were yelling. When we were all a month old I was playing outside with my brother Noble and my sister Promise when I heard growling and whimpering. I left my siblings to check it out and well to say it my so called father Ace was attacking my mother Whisper. She was badly wounded with scars and blood everywhere around her. I hid and Ace stormed off and went after my siblings who were still playing and unaware of what was happening. I followed Ace quietly and saw him grab Noble by the scruff and take him away. A few days later while I was in the den with Promise and my mother Whisper, a gray colored wolf came along who went by the name of Alcatraz. I find out that he was Whisper's brother and let's just say he took me away from my mother and she did nothing about it. I struggled against his grip but everything I tried was no good and I watched as I was carried away from Promise, the only family I had left that cared about me. I stood with Alcatraz for about a year, a year of hard training and brutal truth. Being around Alcatraz I learned that he had took me away from Whisper so that he can train me to be a great fighter and to be prepared for something, but he never told me what. Alcatraz left me leave and so I did, traveling as a lone wolf was mild difficult but I learned. Fighting constantly with other wolves over territory and prey. One evening as I was doing my daily rounds on scouting the territory I had claimed for awhile I saw a familiar looking black and golden creamed colored wolf, which turned out to be Noble. He had grown different over the years more selfish, conceited to shorten words he was just like Ace. We fought almost everyday, finding out ourselves that this was why we were trained. Alcatraz and Ace had always been rivals so they decided to settle it by making Ace's two sons fight resulting in Noble and I. Noble making a cheap shot during one fight latched himself onto me and bit down close to my eyes and dug his fangs deep into my skin until he reached my muzzle. I tossed him off and he left. The next day I went looking for him, but to find out that he had been mauled by a bear. It wasn't long before I abandoned the territory and left, leaving the barren place behind but carrying the memory and scar with me.

I have never seen much into the subject of love nor ever thought of having a mate, but I would like to have pups someday. I don't see much for the reason of love as some use it as a upperhand towards us, but I've seen what it can do I can tell you that I yearn for that feeling, but have never came across it with a female. It will be foreign to me I'm aware of that, but I await for when one comes across and finds their way into my heart, to love the beast with many scars and flaws. That will be the day that the shackles fall and the redemption arrives.

Some things that I like is obviously being alone, I enjoy the peacefuly silence that dwindles in the air, the calming aura of nature around you. I like nature, everything is natural around you. Mother Nature knows when to stop and when to destroy. I also have a strange attraction to thunder storms, don't ask why but I like the booming and crackling sounds of the the thunder and lightning. Storms are in the sky but what else I like gazing up there are the stars, so many out there that we aren't even aware of. It's like no other.

What I dislike would have to be distrubed peaceful silence, I don't understand why people can't take a chance to sit still and listen. I also tend to dislike jealousy, there's no point to it to me as the only thing you will hurt is yourself, the one you are using, and the one you want to get jealous. I don't like having to show my emotions and showing weakness, there's no telling what could happen with one give away. I tend to not take a very good liking towards brutes that are conceited, faes that throw themselves and mostly know it alls. I also don't like when one complains, I'm silently pleading in my mind for you to shut up, but I don't want to be rude so I stay quiet.

Ah fears, the things that prevent everybody from being in peace. One major fear of mine is people betraying my trust, I fear that they will stab me in the back and leave me there to rot. When I give you my trust I'm giving you a part of me and once you betray me, you rip that part of me to shreds. I guess which leads to my trust issues. Being in small tight spaces is another one of my fears, I panic when I'm locked in a tight room and I get this hollow feeling in my stomach. Not being able to read someone through their eyes or body language, it frightens me beyond belief. When I can't interpret someone, I feel lost and helpless. Reading them helps me understand without words and when I can't do that, I panic. Death. The most common fear among all. Yes I fear death just as much as anybody, I know that it's going to come one day but I can't help but fear that very day that it will arrive.

I live the life of solitude and in the company of none so it is clear to say that I am a loner

[wolfie.]

@lunar; accepted. ;)

[wolfie.]

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[peppermintleo]

'White Shadow'

Name: Prince♚♛♜♝♞♟Gender: Male♚♛♜♝♞♟Rank: Delta Brute♚♛♜♝♞♟Pack: Ashen Wood Pack♚♛♜♝♞♟Status: Single

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Hello, my name is Prince of the White Shadows. However,
because that is such a mouth full, I just go by Prince. That would
be my 'nickname' which simply makes things easier for everyone
else to understand. I wasn't really named after anyone, it just
followed my family names. My father was King, and my mother,
Duchess. They were weird parents. My age you ask? I am around
my early fifth year of life. So I'm not too young, yet definantly not
tooold, and I'll hurt anyone who says otherwise. I have a bit of
experiance,but I'm no elder, thats for sure. If you haven't guessed
by my name, I am a male, and only a male. I will die a male, as I
have been born a male.

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Let's see, being a common grey wolf, I have no single pelt color. However, I have more russet and grey than some wolves. That makes me different. My entire back of my being, including my head, neck, tail and bo, are grey, and the russet rims around it with a few patches mixed in. My underbelly is covered in downy white fur that is extremely soft to the touch, and amazingly easy to keep clean. My eyes are a calm, bright auburn color. The color of a maple leaf in the fall, except maybe a bit brighter. I have tough pink and grey paws, that have a bit of a dark russet red-brown color to them. My nose is black, and my muzzle is russet and black as well. From my five years of often battling, I have multiple scars, but not really stand out. I have a slight limp to my right leg, from when my paw was shattered, but it doesn't hurt much anymore. I'm about the size of a normal wolf, maybe a bit above average, and one hundred pounds rounded up. I have a lithe, but strong, frame. I'm obvious a good, tough foe just by my frame and little bits of scars.

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Personality wise, I'm very open and willing to give anything a try. I'm very easily defensive over those I'm fond of, and tend to get into a lot of fights. Flirtatious, yet caring and fun, I love to play around with the pups. And most say I use the 'pup card' to gain the attention of faes, but to be honest I care more about pups than I do the girls. I love to be social, and act like a pup myself. I'm quick to react, and just all around fun to have around. Now, history wise, there is a great deal honestly. I was born to my father, 'King' and my mother, 'Duchess' during early spring. I was born during the snow, and I personally love to bounce through it still to this day. I had two siblings, they were born nameless, along with me. For the first half a year, we ran around the den, played with the pack members. On our first hunt, which would help determine our names, my brother was struck in the ribs by a wounded elk cow. His bones caved, and his death was slow. My sister died two days before our naming. She was shot down by a hunter when her and I were mock hunting and chasing around livestock at a farm. That wasn't our smartest idea, but we weren't very smart when we were younger. I was soon named, all alone. Soon after my first birthday, I left the pack and went to care for myself. Joined a few other packs and was kicked out once because I was blamed for killing a pup, and the other cause I was accused of sabotaging the first hunt in almost a month. I did neither. And now, I've ended up here. I wish to be the delta male of the Ashen Wood Pack.

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Now, I am a lover boy, but currently I have no crush. And therefore; no
mate neither. That's not to say I dont want any in my possibly near future.
I am five years old, and definantly looking for one. But that is just what us
males do I guess. I'd treat my mate and pups right though, that I can
promise. Without a mate, I don't have pups as well. I hope my mate will
want them though. Adopted pups, well I'd willingly take any pup in need
under my... paws. I was the single remaining pup of my family, my sister
and brother had died before they were even given names. I didn't recieve
my name till I was one, which is a tradition in my family, and I will continue
that tradtion, as your name reflects you.

[wolfie.]

PURE?! Is that... Is that you?! Ermagherd bro wassup? ouo Anyway, accepted. :P

[peppermintleo]

Oh heyyyy : DD And thanks ouo))

[Popcorns]

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[wolfie.]

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Your forms look great. xD I'll go ahead and update the front page.

[kyte]

The name's Charleston. Please be a champ,
and use it as much as possible and as warmly so.

Abernathy is my other preferred go-by.
Don't call me Charlie or Charles or any of that...
Just Abernathy.

I'm a brute,
if you didn't find that blatently obvious.

Never ask a wolf his age. It's just not polite.
But if you must know, I'm 2 years and 6 months old.
Still young and restless (or reckless, as some might say).

I weigh a lean 53 pounds,
thank you.

I stand quite contently at
28 inches tall.
Perhaps a bit short for my specie
but I'm happy with it!

I am 51 inches from my nose to the tip of my tail.

Charleston is a lean red wolf with long legs (as with the rest of the specie). He is on the shorter scale of them, though still within the average size limits and he walks with the rest of them- in size, at least. His tail is long and somewhat thick with his soft fur. He has normal-sized paws, which make for good running along with his long legs. He also can climb well along mountains and cliffs. Though, whenever he injures himself and has a limp, his leg length pronounces it more and makes it appear more serious.

Charleston's coat is base red, with some black over it, going down his tail and at the tip, over his back, and on his forehead and cheeks. His underbelly, patches on his chest, and inner legs are lighter red, while the bottom of his legs and the underneath of his muzzle are white.
The fur of his coat is quite soft and lays flat. It is longest on his tail, save in winter, when his thicker coat grows in and it's all about the same length.

His eyes are amber, and change between dim and bright in accordance to his mood.

A sexy beast. 'Nuff said.
His is somewhat tall, lean, and has a flat coat with soft fur, which on his winter coat becomes much thicker and more puffed out in appearance.

Charleston is extremely outgoing. If he wants to do something, he most often will just do it unless it will put another in danger that he is aware of.
He is very boisterous. He is still young, and even younger at heart, running about like a pup. Like the world has never wronged him, and that it will never be anything but smiles and laughter.
Though he has been in the dark for a fairly large piece of his life, he takes the path of light, doing anything in his power to makes sure his never goes out and that all of his actions are those of good. He is very kind and sweet, and flamboyant in much of what he does. He would not be described as stand-offish, though he does stand up for his beliefs and for the greater good. His actions speak louder than his words some of the time though his words are loud too.
He likes to pull pranks, as many young pups do, and enjoys a good laugh. He will laugh at your jokes when no other will, and will carry you up the mountain when you fall. His loyalty has hurt him, though he shakes it off and goes on with life.

Oh wow... Where do I start.
I have a long history for so few years. I was born to a forbidden couple. An Alpha and a Lone wolf. My father was mated to snooty little Alpha fae. Whatever he saw in her I know not, even to this day after seeing so many couples. From afar, of course. But that's not the point. My mother, however, was beautiful. She was kind, and had a heart of gold which she wore on her shoulder. She was patient, and was what I would say was perfect. She and my father kept their relationship secret, and he was careful to soak in the streams after each visit so her scent did not stain his pelt and arise questions from his mate. Then I came alone. My mother was the happiest wolf in all of creation, to have me, her own pup. My father, the lying sneak that he was, cared for me in part. He went on hunts each time he came, bringing back meat for me and my mother. The days were wonderful. I would say that four or so months passed before they were found out. My father returned to he and his mate's den after hunting for us. He still carried the scent of the meat and that which belonged to us, as the hunting had worn him down that day and he had not the strength to cleanse himself in the stream. His mate was first suspicious when he carried the scent of meat yet no meat, and seemed to have not eaten in days. Then the scent of my mother drove fury into her, and she ordered her guards to hunt down the fae who owned the scent on his pelt. They found her, and she possessed no hope in escaping. I refused to leave her side, and although she'd ordered me to stay hidden, I had not, and had stuck by her when those awful wolves dragged her from the den. She had courage in her eyes, and seemed calmed. She radiated hope and bravery, which I clung to.
She was brought to trial before the Alpha fae. She was in bias charged as guilty, and the punishment was severe. My mother was dismembered by the cruel jaws of those guards, like zombies they ripped through her flesh and moved to the commands of that fae. I stared in horror as her heart stained the innards of the cave, and turned my coat deep red with the shining blood. They gave me the opportunity to run, and to leave the territory. My father did not defend either of us, did not even lift his head in terror as they tore my mother apart.
I did not stop running until I was sure I had traveled half the earth. I fed myself at first on the scraps that packs had forgotten about, and they never noticed me. All I was to them was a scent through their territory, not menacing enough to follow and attack. I learned how to hunt on my own, though my skill spreads only to deer.

Well, Mister Question-Question, I think you're somethin' else.
Charleston is, yes, homosexual.

Rudeness. It's just not nice.
I must say that I hate it when I'm ignored.
I won't eat rabbit meat. They are too cute and too fuzzy and just plain too adorable to eat!
Pessimists. The lake is half full, or as I like to say, full to the brim!
I don't like to be made fun of. I am who I am and if you don't like you can kiss my sweet behind!
I don't like big brutes who like to show off their strength...

Being paid a lot of attention.
Small brutes with fight in them, but while fierce are kind. Omegas also catch his eye. Also optimistic. (That's his type...)
Pups.
Rainbows. (duuuuuh...)
Sunshine and nice days.
Fields with lots of flowers and semi-tall grass that he can run through and lay in to watch the clouds.
Watching the clouds, especially with a brute he likes.
Spring.
His favorite meat is salmon, which he can hardly catch...
Hanging out with faes, like girl-time, and sharing gossip with them.
Mint.

Charleston in truth fears very little. It's not that he's brave, and can stand up to fear ready to fight, it's more that he finds nothing to fear in anything. He sees the goodness in all things, and has an extremely optimistic view on all things. The only thing you can really say he fears is never finding love. Wolves like him (who like males) are nearly impossible to find, at least for him.

He is extremely trusting. He gives everyone the benefit of the doubt and though he is sometimes warned about certain wolves, he still lets them dig into his heart likes burrs on his skin. He gets hurt, and when they let him down he falls hard. He tries to not let it show, or bother him, though his emotions show like the sun in a clear sky, and he is in a depressed state for several days.
He finds love too easily, though for him the feeling is rarely mutual as most brute are interested in, well, faes. This also crushes his heart as they don't let him down easily once they find he is interested in brutes.
Charleston is childish in general, and though sweet as the dickens he loves to run about like a pup. He often is treated as such and gets in trouble for some of his puppy-like actions.
His free spirit and inability to keep his mouth shut most of the time are looked down on by others, especially pack wolves as his outlook doesn't change for Alphas.

Loner

Noone...
As of yet.

Oh honey, I'm still single.

None, though once I find a mate to settle down with I would love to adopt a pawful of cubs to raise.

It's a Beautiful Day by Michael Buble

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