ＡＳＨＥＮ ＷＯＯＤ - ˢᵉᵐᶤ ˡᶤᵗ ʷᵒˡᶠ ʳᵖ - accepting

[sparrow,]

How You Remind Me - Nickelback
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Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling

And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong, I've been down,
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream "are we having fun yet?"

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no

It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause living with me must have damn near killed you

And this is how, you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how, you remind me
Of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong, I've been down,
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream "are we having fun yet?"

Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing

And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me

This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong, I've been down,
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream "are we having fun yet?"

(3x)
Yeah, yeah, are we having fun yet?

Yeah, yeah, no, no.
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{.Username.}

DayBreak, however it used to be Daybreak-IMOBilly in memory of my deceased brother. I am attempting to move on, hence the new username.
{.Name.}

His name is Ryck O Shay, given to him for his spunky personality as a pup and his ability to get right back up when he's down. The name was given to him by his father, an honorable decision as most females name their pups. He's been called Ryck and Shay, however his favorite nickname is Roo -as in Kangaroo (for it's ability to hop).
{.Gender.}

There is no doubt that Roo is a male. It's what he was born as, and I'm not too sure that he can switch genders, not that he would even want to.
{.Age.}

Roo is roughly about five years old, however he's not getting any younger.
{.Pack.}

Although he has not always been part of it, Ryck-o-Shay is now part of the Ashen Wood pack.
{.Rank.}

Roo's been placed in just about every rank, from Omega to Healer to Alpha, he's had them all, which makes him a bit shady at times, but he'd good at quite a bit. For the time being, he is the lead hunter, however he is quite ambitious, and would jump at the chance to be an alpha.

{.Crush.}

I should hope he'd have more than that.
{.Mate.}

Ryck O Shay's got the most gorgeous she-wolf as his mate. One that he's been able to count on his entire life, and he's already got a litter of pups with her, raised and left. Let me clarify that a bit more. He had the most gorgeous she-wolf as his mate.
{.Pups.}

He's got two biological sons, Avion and the weaker one, Chek. He also has an adoptive daughter, Lupa. All are about a year old, and all have left the pack they were all raised in, a pack which no longer exists.
{.Friends.}

In the world of wolves, you're either a pack mate or an enemy.

{.Description.}

Ryck O Shay has a typical timber wolf coloring, a white base, a slightly off white covering, tan around some areas, and the typical black wolfing. The coat itself is a hard trait to pass down as it tends to produce more of a grey and black tone, or a white tone. His body is lean, defined by hard muscles however he is actually somewhat thin and covered by thick fur. He is the typical fighter, strong, with meat on his bones, but not enough to make him larger than his frame. Roo is about 2'6" and weighs 85 lbs. He has dark hazel eyes, striped with different shades of green and brown toward the center. His eyes are a more vivid version of his sisters. He has defined pigmentation around his eyes, almost as if they are encased in black.
{.Distinguishing Marks.}

The brute's got a few scars over his body, but it's a must if you've been an Omega or an Alpha. You have to have 'been around'.
{.Eyes.}

"He has dark hazel eyes, striped with different shades of green and brown toward the center. His eyes are a more vivid version of his sisters. He has defined pigmentation around his eyes, almost as if they are encased in black."
{.Height, Length, & Weight.}

"Roo is about 2'6" and weighs 85 lbs" -that being said, he's a larger wolf, however not as big as they come. Roo's weight is 100% muscles and organs. That's it, not an ounce of fat on his bones as he only eats what he absolutely must.

{.Personality.}

Roo can be a bit judgmental, however it comes with reason. He knows what it takes to run a pack, the attitude and the drive to please the alpha. In his mind, it should be second nature, but it's not always that way for others. In his mindset, the Alpha of the pack deserves respect, and although they may not think so, he will be quick to enforce it on anyone. Loyalty to him means everything. His loyalty to his packmates will be undying, he does what he must to keep the pack alive and well, and that's all there is to it, however if he finds one that is not loyal anymore, he will take it upon himself to correct the problem, not driving them out of the pack, but not staying in the pack either -if you catch my drift.

It's not often that Roo will back down from a fight, but he knows when he's beaten, or when he has absolutely no chance. Roo's always been a superb fighter, and it's something that comes from his genetics, as his father was a great fighter as well, however he does have a good strain of hunter in him. He's a decent hunter, but it comes from the need to feed the pack, and it's something that most wolves have, so it's not exactly a just-him sort of thing.

Roo's arguments can be a bit one-sided, but it's the way he'd always been. He was never taught to keep an open mind about things, therefore he holds quite a narrow one, almost closed. When the brute's got his mind made up, there's no turning away, he will set out to do what he was planning on doing, even if it kills him. If he gets knocked off a cliff by a elk and breaks a leg, he will attempt to keep himself alive, and if he succeeds, the first thing he'll do is track down the elk that he'd been hunting and have his revenge.

Ryck-o-Shay is not a wolf younger wolves like to be partnered up with (for training purposes). He can be tough, but it's only because he knows more than just about anyone that the world outside of the camp can be harsh and unforgiving. His methods of teaching others are built by his own experiences, the ability to defend yourself decently, and the ability to hunt superbly, and then back to being able to defend others. In his mind, young ones should learn how to care for themselves before they take on the responsibility of caring for others, as most young ones leave their pack.

The brute is not too keen on sharing his past, as it's something that haunts him. He does not like when other reference things they believe to be true about him, however they are not. Roo tends to let his pack mate's minds explore the possibilities of his past, whether he was a measly omega, or a large-pack assassin, he'd rather keep them guessing. However those who can see through his exterior shell would be able to tell his past right away by the way he handles things.


{.Likes.}

• Hunting
• Keeping others In Line
• Ripping into the Hollow Hills pack members
{.Dislikes.}

• Disloyalty
• Disobedience
• Others trying to figure out his past
• Ignorant Younger Wolves
• Wolves who thing they know him
• His sons- Avion and Chek
{.Strengths.}

• Battle Plans (Creating & Carrying Out) - When it comes to battle plans, Roo's the wolf to go to. He can arrange anything that you'd like to carry out, whether it be a sneak attack on the borders to provoke a larger-scale attack, or an attack at the heart, gone unknown until desired, he's the man with the plan. He tends to like to head his missions, as no one obviously knows them as well as the creator, however he doesn't mind standing aside.

• Being a Part of a Pack - Any pack wolf has this strength, but not many of them realize it as well as he does. I do not want to spoil his history, but I will say that he's seen quite a few things that he wishes he couldn't have, however he's found that being with a pack adds to the strength of a wolf rather than bringing it down. Others may think that a pack is at their disposal, but he understands the meaning of a loyal and a respectable pack.

• Hunting in Groups - This is not necessarily something that all wolves are good at, in fact, most prefer to hunt alone or in small groups of two, but he see's no use in it. To him, a lone wolf should hunt as a lone wolf, alone, but a pack wolf should hunt as just that, a pack. He always tells others there is strength in numbers, and he's true. This goes along hand-in-hand with his skill with creating plans. Roo's excellent at creating and executing plans for both battle and for the sake of the hunt.
{.Weaknesses.}

• Family - Not all of his family is dead, in fact, most of his family is alive. To be honest, he just does not mix well with his own blood. Just like any family, he is prone to full fledged fights over the smallest things. Family brings out the bad side in Ryck-o-Shay, his anger and his fear arise when his family is around, but for a good reason. I just wouldn't be around him when he's got family around as chances are, you will not know him.

• Anger- Roo has an acute sense of anger that is brought out by many things; Disloyalty, Disrespect, Dishonor, Family, ect. When Roo has a switch that he can flip, it turns off and on his compassion and caring towards other living things, including his pack mates. When the flip is switched, he becomes a raging monster, one with a crude sense of humor, and doesn't die down until he's done something seriously wrong. Whenever Roo comes dangerously close to flipping the switch, he knows it. He will try to give a warning, but the signs will all be there; panting, shaking legs, staring down, desperately trying to calm down. It takes a lot to anger Roo to the point where he flips the switch, but it's not impossible, however he doesn't care who he hurts when he's flipped it.
{.History.}

Many other say it, but not all can mean in the sense that Roo does. He's been to Hell and back a few times, learning from his mistakes at the cost of a high price. All life begins with birth, however his is not a glorious tale to tell. The brute was born in a litter of five, him being the only male. Unfortunately, both of his parents were Omegas, therefore his birth, and the birth of his sisters were forbidden. Deciding that it would be best to keep a strong son, his parents abandoned him close to camp, washing away their scent in the nearby river. With much regret, their other four pups were found and killed, as females were more of a nuisance in the pack than males tended to be.

Fortunate enough for him, it was the alpha male's mate who found Roo alone, starving, and cold by the riverbed near camp. Due to the fae's inability to have pups, the alpha pair decided to raise the brute as their own, to be an heir of the pack. The pack was an extremely large one, the reason he had wanted to leave in the first place. Once Ryck-o-Shay reached the age to leave on his own, he chose to do so, his birth parents announcing his actual rank to the pack the day he'd chosen to leave.

In a fit of fury, the alpha brute attempted to kill him, however was not able to bring himself to end the life of his adopted pup -though there were consequences. Both omegas were made an example of, killed in front of the entire pack while their son was force to watch, however thankfully for Roo, he had no strong feelings towards them. Within a day however, he'd been demoted from Future Alpha to an Omega's omega.

For the next year, he was treated with such brutality, and hostility, enough to make a wolf want to end it's miserable life, however Roo held onto the idea of better days. He'd become the laughing stock and punching bag of the pack, falling prey to all of the unkind words and anger that the pack had held. One night, he'd been drug from his sleep and thrown into the camp circle by the beta male, unaware that he'd just killed both of the brute's adoptive parents and claimed the title of the alpha male. The attacking brute's first order of business was to end the disgrace of an omega that Roo was, however the brute decided to taunt Roo first. Shaking legs, heavy panting, and staring at the ground was Roo's reaction, at least before he flipped a switch he'd never acknowledged he had. Within a second or two of flipping the switch, the Alpha's ranting was cut short with a violent, bone shivering snicker. Roo attacked without hesitation, ripping mercilessly into the brute's neck as he squirmed helplessly beneath his paws. For any other wolf, it wouldn't have been possible, but his built up rage and anger made it possible.

After what'd happened, Roo left his pack for their safety, living alone for a year or two before meeting his future mate, Lyra. The fae had left her pack a year after normal age as she'd not gotten along with them either. The couple hit off, and before the end of Winter, Lyra was carrying pups. The two were searching for a place to live when Lyra couldn't go any further. She'd told Roo to go ahead and find a suitable territory and perhaps a packmate or two, however instead, the two got separated. It was almost a month before Roo returned. He'd picked up a loner on the way, however due to her attitude, the two had gotten into a fight and it'd ended in a bite that'd caused extreme blood loss.

Lyra and Roo were reunited after two months of being apart, and upon arrival, he met his two sons, Avion, a promising warrior, and Chek, a weakling sure to be an omega. In the same week, Roo'd gone out to hunt and come across a hostile loner, Nette and her pup, Lupa. He'd managed to escape her hostility unharmed, however within the next hour, he'd found her pup abandoned near camp. Lyra and Roo raised her as their own, and she was loyal to them. During the later summer, Lyra and Roo split again, this time on purpose to raise their pups for specific traits, Lyra training Lupa how to be a proper fae, and Roo training Chek and Avion how to be a proper gentlemen, hunting for the pack and defending it with their lives.

To both of their dismay, none of the pups remained with the small pack, all leaving to start their own. In spring, when the pack met back up, Lyra and Roo were once again alone, their first task at hand was to gather more pack mates before having more pups. While it seemed like the right idea at the time, it was one of the worst things he'd ever done. The two stumbled upon a group of trained human wolf hunters. Roo escaped, but not without getting grazed by bullets more than five times and loosing his mate to a lucky head-shot. Despite his extreme despair, he was able to pull himself together and get through the next three seasons before he realized he needed to find another pack -then he met the Hollow Hills pack. The brute ran with them for only a month before deciding it wasn't the pack for him, and soon after departure, he found the Ashen Wood wolves, falling instantly into their grasps and becoming one of their most skilled hunters.

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[ShoeShoe]

"Within us there is something, waiting to be released"
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Brute-4 Years-Single-Loner-None
I'll never hesitate
I'll never let you take
This kingdom that I've made

Keus is the name. It's pronounced the same as Zeus, but with a K in replace of the Z, if you are finding you have a hard time with pronunciation. Some tell me my name means nothing, it was just a random smattering of letters my parents put together. Others tell me it means something significant, yet they have no idea or don't care to share the significance of it. But through years I have some to understand the meaning behind my name, something I will explain later on. It is Dutch, I will give you that much at this point in time.




ｇｅｎｄｅｒ: I am a brute, just in case you couldn't tell or my name wasn't the dead giveaway usually is. If you can't tell, I suggest getting your eyes checked. Eyesight is rather important in life.
ｐａｃｋ: I was born into the Acerbus Pack, 4 seemingly long years ago. At this point in time I do not reside with either the Ashenwood or Hollowhills pack. I am simply watching and analyzing this curious pack.
ｒａｎｋ: As I have said before, I am a loner, and at this point in time, it seems as though it will be that way for a bit longer, or at least until I have made up my mind on whether or not to join either pack.

They will tell you that I am apathetic. That I care little to nothing about anything or anyone. They are wrong. The truth is, I'm just damn good at hiding my emotions. Even my eyes, the biggest key to a wolf's thoughts and emotions, rarely give away what I am feeling. When you're father instills in you the belief that showing is a weakness and that to love is to destroy, ever since you were a pup, you believe it, throughout your entire being. I was taught to hide my emotions,so as to become a better, harsher fighter. When in all reality, I became that, and a colder, more apathetic companion. I care, I have cared, but you can never tell, never decipher what's going on behind these golden eyes of mine; and I like to keep it that way. It's what I'm comfortable with and changing now after 4 years makes no sense to me. Despite my quiet, reserved attitude, I was also taught multiple mannerisms as a pup, from my father as well. Though we were never a part of a pack, he told me how to respect a pack's authority, and especially an Alpha's. I understand the basics of how a pack works, but the companionship that comes along with it slightly frightens me. I have rarely been in the presence of more than 5 wolves at a time, and most of the time, it was just my family. I very rarely have any social contact, one of the main reasons, I think, behind my liking of staying away from other wolves and not participating in conversations. However, if I believe my opinion needs to be known, I will spout a sentence or two, just to get it out there and into consideration. I tend to be strongly opinionated and strong-willed, which gives rise to my fighting strength and my will to win.

History? Of course you'd want to know about that, everyone being so curious and up in a wolf's business these days. Regardless, I guess I can tell you the slightly condensed version of what has occurred in my life. I'll start with the beginning, when I was born. My sister and I were the only two pups to survive the litter of five. My parents picked my sister's name immediately thereafter, but my mom had the hardest time deciding what to name me. My father just called me "boy" for a good while until the name was finally decided. I quickly came to a strange realization when I was old enough to understand the fact that as a family, we did not belong to any kind of pack; we were, in a sense, our own pack. It was odd, especially for wolves, but somehow we made it work.

My father, I have decided, was a lot like what I have become. Looking back, we share a lot of the same mannerisms and the way we act is almost identical. My sister was his little angel, but I, I was his son, who had to do everything he said or be punished. I quickly learned that disobeying my father was a big "no no", but at that point in my life, my father was my hero, and I looked at him like most son's look at their own father. He would always bring me with him wherever he went, lecturing me along the way about how to act, how to become a fierce fighter, yet how to also be a respectful, controlled wolf. I remember fighting lessons quite vividly. Where most wolves don't necessarily "completely" fight each other when first learning, we did. Blood would be drawn, sometimes in large amounts, and he would leave me there bleeding profusely, showing me how to control the pain and fight through it so as to defeat my enemy. He believed that "fake" fighting was stupid, and that the only way to learn was to really, truly fight, and since we were the only two males, it was him against me.

When my father would take my sister out and show her things, I would be left with my mother, whom I absolutely adored, and still do. She was like my own angel. I would curl up next to her and just listen to her talk, whether it was about life or just her rambling on and on about random things. I guess you could say that this was how my name came about. When I was old enough to understand, she would talk about deeper life meanings and she would frequently bring up the aspect of choices. She would continually tell me that we always had choices to make and those choices would define who we were. My name, Keus, is Dutch for choice, something I believe she came up with at some point.

As my sister and I grew, we continued to learn about the outside world. We frequently traveled, never really staying in one spot for too long, though my father would always make sure we steered clear of pack territory. We'd camp in one area for a few days, then move along, hunting and feeding ourselves along the way. We were rather efficient. When my sister and I were about a year and a half, her and my mother were both killed in a run-in with rogues. They didn't deserve their deaths, and I always vowed I would find the wolves who did it and murder them myself, but alas, that has not happened yet. I miss them, but maybe their deaths taught me something.

After they died, my father became a completely different wolf. I barely recognized him anymore. I only stayed with him, following in his footsteps, until I was two, then I decided to set off on my own. Since then, I have become a wandering loner. I have drifted from place to place, rarely staying in one place for more than a month. And now, here I am.

ｆａｍｉｌｙ: I once had a family, as I told you in my brief history. My mother, Shade, and sister, Koara, were killed almost a year and a half after my sister and I were born. They were....well, let's just say that there was a pack of lone, rangy brutes who were eager for a fight. I have no idea what went on during that occurrence, as I was off with my father. All I know is that when we came back, they were both lying there in the middle of the clearing,the fur around their necks soaked with blood that had begun to pool on the ground. My father, Loci, on the other hand, I have no idea what has become of him. He may still be alive, or he may be dead, of that I do not know. We split up a short time after their deaths, and since then I have not heard anything or run into him. Whether he lives or not, I do not know.
ｃｒｕｓｈ: I have yet to meet any of the wolves around this area, so no, I do not have a crush. Plus, being as unsociable as I am, how could you possibly expect me to have one? I wouldn't tell you if I did, either. No one knows what I'm thinking except myself, remember?

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"We are searching for the truth"
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Fae-3 Years-Single-Hunter-None
Hold your head
Hold it up high
Here's to the friends that were alibis

"My name is Raiza, which is pronounced "Raisa" with the 'z' having an 's' sound. Most like to shorten my name and call me Rai instead, which I don't mind at all. I actually prefer it, to be honest."





ｇｅｎｄｅｒ: "I am a fae, if for some reason you can't tell by just looking at me. I am much smaller than a brute, and my voice is higher pitched."
ｐａｃｋ: "I am a part of the Ashenwood Pack, and I have called this place home for almost my whole life, ever since the fire."
ｒａｎｋ: "I am a hunter. I would have been a fighter, but I figured that I am much too small for that job, so I figured hunting would be a better fit."

"I always find it quite odd to talk about myself and my personality, as others may view me entirely different. I will tell you the things that I believe I am, however. Through the years since the fire, I have discovered that I have a hard time getting close to the other wolves in the pack. As a pup, I was always quite tentative and shy when first meeting others, though I'm sure many pups were. However, I continued to act like this as I aged, and because of that, I only made a few friends in my first couple months of life. I still continue to act like that, as I rarely approach new members and even those that I do know, I rarely confront or talk to. I have a fear of getting close to anyone as I am afraid I will lose anyone I do care about. I guess that's what happens when you go through a traumatic experience. Regardless, I still try to be as kind and open-minded as possible. It seems as though I have no temper at all, as I hardly get mad or angry over anything, which is also another reason as to why I didn't become a fighter. If needed, I can fight, but I tend to stay out of arguments as they have no appeal to me.

"I guess I can share with you a part of my past, though I will be skirting around some of the details. To start, I was born into the Vanish Pack along with my two brothers. My father was the lead fighter in the pack, though he hardly ever acted like it. He was very kind hearted and sweet for a brute, and he and my mother were a perfect match for one another. I never once saw them fight, and it was like our family was like one they talk about in fairy tales.

As my brothers and I grew, I tended to follow them wherever they went, always trailing along when they went off to play with their friends. I didn't talk much to the other pups that were around our age, though I still participated in the games they played. After being confronted by another female pup my age, her name was Shar, we immediately became 'best friends'. She brought me out of my comfort zone, and she was one of the few that I would actually chatter on to. When I was around her, I would actually talk and talk and talk, and she had a way of making everything we did fun.

We were almost 2 years old when the fire came, and everything was taken from me. My entire family was killed by the flames, along with Shar and her family. There were only a few of us left, the lone survivors of a horrific scene of destruction. Afterwards, all I can remember if the chaos and confusion as we all cried for our families and those we had lost. Eventually, I became a wanderer, or a loner, as most call it. After months of being alone, I finally stumbled upon the Ashenwood Pack, and have been with the ever since."

ｆａｍｉｌｙ: "I once had a mother, father, and two brothers, but they were taken from me when the fire swept through the land, taking our pack's territory and their lives along with it. I rarely ever speak of them, as I seemed to have blocked that part of my life from my mind. I don't like delving into the past, as the memories are just too painful. Maybe someday I will share with someone what happened to them and how amazing my family was, but not now, not this soon."
ｃｒｕｓｈ: "At this point in time, I do not like anyone. As I said before, I have a hard time getting close to others, so it will be rare if I do become that connected to another wolf."

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[WishMo_On]

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[Hannah Elise]

ＡＳＨＥＮ ＷＯＯＤ ＷＯＬＦ

Basically.

Name: River
Nickname/s: River's name is too short for any type of nickname.
Age: She is 4 1/2 years old
Gender: River is a female wolf
Pack: Ashen Wood
Rank: She is the Lead Warrior

Physically.

Eyes: River's eyes does look like a Golden Yellow colour but they are actually a rusty orange.

Fur: River's fur is a sliver grey with the slight bit of white through out her coat. The fur is quite thick making her look bigger in size and often helps to hide her scars from battles.

Build: River has a stocky and muscular build her fur makes it look like she is quite big but in true fact she is actually a small in size. Her legs isn't that long nor short but around about the medium mark they are also stocky like her body but also quite thick as well.

Full Description: River is a stocky and muscular female her thick sliver grey fur which makes her look quite big but the actually fact she is quite small. Her legs isn't that long nor short but around about the medium mark they are also stocky like her body but also quite thick as well. When you look into River's eyes you can see a golden yellow like colour looking back at you but in true fact they are actually a Rusty Orange.

Weaknesses: River's weakness is her leg as they are are not built for running long distances, although she is quick on her feet and can dodge easily River hasn't got the ability to run fast like the hunters or other wolves.

Advantages: River has one main advantages is her stocky, muscular build and thick fur. These help protect her not only from the weather but from battles as well seeing her fur is so thick River often comes back from a battle of mostly chucks out of her fur and a couple of scars.

Personally.

Past: River was born to a loner female who had litter of 7 including herself. She was the smallest out of all her siblings which made her the runt of the family. Not long after they were all old enough to move bigger distances, their mother decided it was time to move around to different places. Five of River's siblings either died by another animal or of natural causes, eventually her mother believed that if all Five of the strongest pups didn't make it then the weakest two particularity the runt won't either. So River and her brother was abandoned near a Pack's Territory, a male warrior from the Ashen Wood pack found both of them curled up. Since then River and her brother was adopted into a female's litter, but of course her brother didn't make it so River grew up within the pack like any other normal wolf pup. When River was old enough she became a warrior eventually River made her way up to lead warrior.

Personality: River is a strong and independent female wolf, who won't hesitate to defend her pack, family or any pup in need of help. River doesn't trust other wolves easily by not showing her emmotions clearly to others it makes it alot harder to earn her trust. River is deadly fierce when it involves fighting and has often left quite alot of scars in other wolves.

Attitude.

Towards Males : River can sometimes be nervous or shy around the the males she has a crush on but other than that River is kind and sweet towards them. River can turn a cold shoulder to a male who has offended her or she is unsure off.

Towards Females : River is quite social, kind-hearted and friendly towards the females of her pack and is willing to help out with their pups. Although she can show a cold shoulder towards any female she is unsure off.

Towards Strangers: If River meets a stranger her first instinct is to show her aggression towards them, as she hardly trusts Strangers within Ashen Wood Territory. When they join the pack River will tolerate them if the Alpha believes their trustworthy but she will show a cold shoulder towards them until they have shown something worth while to gain her trust.

Towards Pups: River is kind and gentle towards any pups within the pack, she is willing to help the mother's look after the little ones when she isn't doing her duties. River hopes to have a litter of her own one day but at the moment she is happy helping others in raising their little ones. If she finds a small pup alone who isn't from her pack, River would help it back to their own pack while telling them to stay in their packs Territory.

Towards Lower Ranks: Although River doesn't really believe in the lower ranks and treats them the same as her equals. Often when River is in one of her tempers she will give the lower ranks wolves a cold shoulder or ignore them, which she feels bad about doing afterwards.

Towards Equal Ranks: River is kind-hearted and sweet around her equals and is willing to hear their advice or ideas about things.

Towards Higher Ranks: River respects and bows to the Higher ranks within the pack. She would do anything to please them.

Weaknesses: Although River doesn't believe it's a weakness, she won't hesitate to help a pup in need even if its not one of the packs. This usually is the best time to strike if your a loner or from another pack as River is to focus on helping the pups that she isn't making sure she is safe.

Advantages: River's big advantage is that she doesn't show her emmotions which can keep anyone guessing long enough for her to disappear or strike in need be.

Relationships.

Romantic Status: River currently hasn't got a mate at the moment.

Love Interest: Although she hardly shows it River has a crush on Prince the Delta of the Pack.

Friends: River is mostly friends with the wolves within her pack seeing she doesn't trust most Strangers outside the pack River doesn't really have many friends.

Enemies: River tries not to have many Enemies although their will be the odd one or two, although at the moment River hasn't go any Enemies.

Family: River doesn't know who her real father is and doesn't really have a clear memory of her birth mother not even her real siblings. But her adoptive family River remembers very clearly but they have all past away or moved on from the pack to find their own so it's just her at the moment until she find a mate. But at the moment River considers her pack as her family.

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Basically.

Name: Lothair
Nickname/s: If must give Lothair a nickname you can call him Loth
Age: He is 4 years old
Gender:Lothair is male wolf
Pack: Hollow Hills
Rank: He is the Lead Hunter

Physically.

Full Description: Lothair is a quite a larger and stocky male whose legs are longer than it should be for his body, his fur is quite thick and his coat is a reddish brown with a couple of dark grey patches that looks almost black in colour, his legs and belly has a slight white tan colour. Lothair's ears are only big and rounded going up to a pointed end, when you look into his eyes you can see they are a bright golden yellow,

Advantages: Lothair's main advantages is his long legs as they help he run alot faster and is able to keep up with prey.

Weaknesses: Although it's an advantages his Legs are also a weakness, as you can easily knock him over ever when he was running.

Personally.

Past: Lothair and his three other brothers where born to two loners. They were taught from the age they could walk on how to hunt, track, fight the normal survival skills. Lothair was the best at hunting than his brothers but their parents never chose favorites, so the first half of his past was pretty normal. Eventually that didn't last ........... there was a horrible storm when his two brothers fell in the river, Lothair's father went after them to but they all drowned. So a couple of years after that Lothair, his brother and their mother lived together eventually when it was time to leave their mother was shot by a hunter. So Lothair and his brother {Sharka} went in search of pack which they found Hollow Hills pack, after another couple of years Lothair's brother died quite recently by a wound from a hunter. Now its just him living with the Hollow Hills Pack although he is still surprised by being the lead hunter.

Personality: Lothair is a gentle and kind-heart male who would never cause a fight and would rather walk away peacefully. At times he is quite shy and will often being seen by himself or playing with the pups, although he is a gentle soul when it does come to it Lothair is a fierce fighter and has often left big scars behind. Often when Lothair is out on a hunt, he rarely talks only to give a command but Lothair mainly uses signals or quick/short yaps. When it comes to the ladies Lothair is quite affectionate and is quite the charmer making them laugh, his brother was amazed that Lothair wasn't an Omega rank by the way he acts.

Relationships.

Romantic Status: Lothair currently hasn't got a mate at the moment.

Love Interest: No one has caught Lothair's eye as of yet but is slowly starting to like Amber more than a friend.

Friends: Lothair likes to be Friends with everyone but his closest friend is Amber the healer of the pack.

Enemies: Lothair tries not to have many Enemies as he doesn't like fighting nor being unfriendly.

Family: Lothair's family was quite small so he remembers them well, He had three other brothers {Koda ~ Sharka & Demon} and his mother and father. At the moment it's just Lothair although he hopes to find a mate at some point.

[wolfie.]

@ kyte: accepted. c:
@ juniper: accepted
@ Schewy95: accepted
@ Hannah Elise: River is accepted. Lead Hunter of Hollow Hills is reserved. cx

[rottenmutt]

May I join as a loner?C:

[Dallas♥]

(nvm I won't join)

[wolfie.]

@ S y k e s: Yeah, of course. I'll reserve a spot for you. ^-^

@ FlapJack: I'm sorry, you don't seem literate enough for this roleplay. :/

[rottenmutt]

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.. I am the alpha and you better tremble.

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]

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Mercy

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Aspen wood

Warrior

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{ p e r s o n a l i t y }

She is very cocky and uptight. She is very ahrd to impress and can be a rather bummer most of the time.She has a smart attitude and always is ready to pick a fight.She doesn't fight for other males or get jealous,so if you want her you better take your time for her. She ca be shy and kind,but its a rare thing.She is rude and very harsh if somebody tries to tell her what to do,though she is a omega.

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{ a p p e a r a n c e }

She is rather slanky and very small in size.She couldn't do much use in fights.She has silver stunning eyes which are charming and always something that brings in the males,she is very fluffy.She is a grey wolf and has a tan undercoat and dark grey fur.She has fluffy ears and tails.

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{ h i s t o r y }

She lost her memory,but her history is a blur to her.
To us it isn't.
In the war of love and hate she tried to save her lover and he was killed.She tried to kill his killer but she couldn't and was knocked out cold.
Her parents left her as a pup because she wandered off and got lost,her parents never found her.She lost her siblings,and was the runt of the litter.

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{ l o v e l i f e }

Nothing,no mate or crush.She is very hard to impress.

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[left][quote][color=#FF40FF]ＭＥＲＣＹ[/color]
[size=80]You won't stay, afraid to settle like ashes.
You say you need a silhouette, and I'm a shadow standing in your way
I bet you find a millionaire and one of them will need you
and your silver hair when you've gone[/size][/quote][/left][size=85]Write here[/size]