ˁᴬᴹᴱ ᴵᴺ ᴮᵁᴵᴸᴰ˒ ᴰᴵᶠᶠᴱᴿᴱᴺᵀ ᴬᵀ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀˑ - open.

[fiddlesticks.]

(Looks interesting, might join once I stop being too lazyy to fill out the form~ xD)

[indefinite.]

{{@mint; added it c:

@rockpath; i'm afraid you arent literate enough for my roleplay. perhaps another time. }}

[gizmo,]

(( Deffs, do you know when we'll be starting? c: ))

[indefinite.]

{{ once we get a few more forms, then we will. }}

[gizmo,]

(( Okay, sounds good c: ))

[moon.]

~ bump c: ~

[wolfpuppies]

((Is the pup position still available?))

[Nyxeva]

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.:GεηεЯαι:.
{υѕernaмe }
Demotivated_bear
{naмe}
"I am called Demon's Pride."
{nιcĸnaмe}
"Pride."
{gender}
"I am quite obviously male, you fool!"
{pack:}
"Is it not obvious? I serve Nessie."
{ranĸ wanted}
"I am the beta male."
{age}
"I have seen five summers."



.:ρhуѕіςαι:.
{deѕcrιpтιon}
Pride is considered a medium sized wolf with a thinner, taller build than the average Grey wolf. His coat varies in color from a lighter grey or ochre in the warmer months to a darker reddish brown during the winter, but it is always thick, hiding his musculature. Pride looks much stronger than he is, however he is not helpless. Instead, his body lends itself to speed and agility, making him a fast and formidable opponent and an excellent hunter. He is often called lanky, however this is not a bad thing. His sleder build and supple muscles make it easy for him to almost disappear among the trees of the place he calls home.

Pride has a rather long muzzle that is accentuated by patches of white fur. His teeth are kept constantly sharp by the bones she loves to gnaw on, which also help to strengthen his jaw. His ears have thin, very soft furs on the inside which aid in trapping subtle sounds such as hooves on snow. They are almost perfectly triangular in shape, but complement his long face perfectly. His eyes are a deep amber in color and seem to never show emotion, a trait he has struggled to master since her birth.
{eye color:}
Amber
{scars, markings, etc.:}
White patches on his muzzle, dark patches on his tail and legs.
{unique differentiation(s):}
His base coat is much darker than a "normal" wolf.



.:іη Dερτh:.
{perѕonalιтy}
Quiet and aloof, Pride often appears to be shy, however that is not the truth. In reality, this male does not like the company of other canines, often finding them to be petty and annoying. He has a deeply rooted love for violence and fights, and he will attack with the slightest provacation. Sneaky and manipulative, Pride is extremely adept at making other canines trust him, only to use them to sate his lust for violence and bloodshed, a quality he does not bother to hide. He does not feel that being prone to such violence is a bad thing.

Despite this love of fighting and death, Pride is incredibly loyal. He is much more patient with canines who are friends to him, often being pushed to great lengths before snapping at one. However, when he is pushed past his breaking point, he will attempt to kill the canine who caused it, simply for the reason that they annoyed him far too much. Despite his loyalty, Pride is not a team player. He hates to share his kills, and will oftentimes bite and tear into other wolves before giving up the tiniest portion of a meal. He cannot tolerate pups at all, and does his best to avoid them, no matter the situation.

To this day, Pride loves the thrill of a fight. Unlike some wolves, he does not fear death. Instead he holds a respect for the wolf who will end his life, for surely he will die in battle.
{нιѕтory}
From his birth, Pride was "top dog" of her litter. He often forced his littermates to submit to him before allowing them to eat. He even snapped and snarled at his parents, chasing them from their own meals. Once he was old enough, Pride fought and killed his father,taking the role of Alpha male. To prevent inbreeding, the male quickly turned his sights to his mother. Following a bloody battle, the battered alpha female ran off, leaving her son to rule her pack. For years, things went well for the dark male. His well-known love for violence kept his pack in line, and fights were few and far between. Prey was plentiful, and rival packs soon learned that the new alpha male was not a pushover like his parents had been. Comfortable with his new life, Pride became lax and began to let his guard down. One day, the dark wolf came across an old human farm during his hunting. Sheep still bawed from their enclosures, believing themselves to be safe. Ever the opportunist, the alpha lead his pack into the sheep folds, slaughtering all of them as he did so. Out of the 40 the pack killed, they carried only two back to their dens.

The slaughtering of their livestock angered and frightened the human ranchers, and they went up in arms about the wolf pack. Soon, Pride found himself and his pack being hunted by the humans and their hounds. Instead of fleeing, Pride's love of violence drove the male to attempt to fight back. After losing most of his pack, the dark wolf fled his territory. He ran for miles, splashing across river after river until finally he stumbled across the scent markings of the Pack Nessie leads. It didn't take long for the male to become a member of the pack.
{ѕтrengтнѕ}
He is incredibly agile and fast, making hunting easy.
He is also able to run for what seems like forever.
{weaĸneѕѕeѕ}
Pride has no real physical strength for fighting.


.:Rειατiσηshiρ:.
{devotion level:}
High
{love ιnтereѕт}
None.
{wнaт тнey looĸ ғor ιn a мaтe}
Pride does not actively search for a mate, however if a female wanted to get his attention, she would need to be just as bloodthirsty or cold as he is.
{oтнer}
Spring. It was spring. The wind carried the proof, although snow still coated the ground, almost blinding in the sunlight. It didn't matter though. Spring was here, and the stallion knew it. Snorting softly, he lowered his head to the snow covered ground, brushing the cold powder with his velvety lips. Shaking his head, he tossed it into the air, annoyed that it hadn't vanished yet. Some part of him instinctively knew that the snow should have given way to tender, new grass by now. He was hungry, borderline starved, and he wanted some grass! Pawing impatiently at the snow and the still dormant grass beneath it, he scanned the area around him, taking it all in. The gently rolling hills that were blanketed in the soft green that only new grass can capture sparkled white, drawing an annoyed huff from the stallion. The sky was a deep blue, endless above his ears, the only thing that looked the way it was supposed to. Trees, bare of leaves or even buds, dotted the landscape here and there, providing just enough shade for a herd. A frozen stream wound its way lazily through the area, its wide bends perfect for horses to drink and cool off.

A herd. That is what he was here for. Although he didn't know why, something told him this land was perfect for his needs. A herd, something that every stallion wanted. He'd been driven from his birth herd several years before, a fact that didn't bother him at all. Thus was the nature of a wild horse, and the day would come when he'd be driving older colts from his own herd. His thoughts did not follow the logical paths that a human mind creates, no instead it wandered, swinging from mares to food to the damnable snow beneath his hooves that blocked his way to the sweet grasses he loved so much. None of this was conscience anyway, none of it was the stallion aware of. He had no notions of "I think I'll do this", or "Maybe I should find out why it's still winter." His actions were dictated by instinct and instinct alone. Tossing his head, he surveyed the land once more before turning and trotting towards the frozen stream, his head and tail held high.

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.:GεηεЯαι:.
{υѕernaмe }
Demotivated_bear
{naмe}
"M-My name? It's Kinumyth."
{nιcĸnaмe}
"None that I enjoy hearing."
{gender}
"I'm a guy."
{pack:}
"Uh...the only one? I'm not really sure what we're called, no one has bothered to tell me."
{ranĸ wanted}
"I-I'm sorry! I thought I was making it obvious that I am an omega. Please don't punish me."
{age}
"I'm three and a half."



.:ρhуѕіςαι:.
{deѕcrιpтιon}
Kinumyth is a medium sized wolf resembling a coyote in size and conformation, having long legs and a narrow pointed muzzle. He is on the small side, weighing only 25 pounds, making it easy for him to be the omega of the pack. He is rather long, measuring at 42 inches from the tip of his muzzle to the tip of his tail. His ears are pointed and broad, sporting thickly fringed pinnae. One thing that distinguishes him from the others is that his front feet have five toes, while the back have four.

Kinumyth's coat is ochre to rusty red on the face, ears and upper portions of the body and white to pale ginger on the underparts, giving him a foxy look. Small white spots are present on the cheeks, as well as a white ascending crescent below the eyes. The back of his tail has a short, rufous-coloured stripe which ends in a thick brush of black guard hairs on the tip. His pelt, despite looking thin, has short guard hairs and thick underfur which protect the wolf from the low temperatures here.
{eye color:}
Deep brown.
{scars, markings, etc.:}
"I have too many to count. I am, after all, an omega."
{unique differentiation(s):}
"I have odd toes."



.:іη Dερτh:.
{perѕonalιтy}
Kinumyth's unobtrusive personality is the main reason this male is omega of his pack. He has no ambition to move up in the pack, instead choosing to remain where he is and diffuse any tension that should come up between members. He has a very well developed sense of humor, and he will always attempt to use it instead of fighting. Despite this, Kinumyth longs for a mate, or at the very least someone who understands him.

He also has a hidden talent for hunting, however he refuses to show this, instead making himself useless at best and harmful at worst. Kinumyth does not take anything seriously, even when he's being punished for making a joke at the wrong time or something like that. He is extremely careful about making sure he stays within the boundaries of his rank, or lack thereof, of omega.
{нιѕтory}
Kinumyth's history is no different than any other wolf born into this pack. He was basically born an omega in his old pack, and he remains so today.
{ѕтrengтнѕ}
He's good at diffusing tense situations.
{weaĸneѕѕeѕ}
Has no ambition. He's lazy.


.:Rειατiσηshiρ:.
{devotion level:}
High
{love ιnтereѕт}
"I...I can't say. Ill get in trouble."
{wнaт тнey looĸ ғor ιn a мaтe}
"I'm not allowed a mate. Why bother looking?"
{oтнer}
See Pride's form.