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[pep]

{ Finished with my character. ^_^ }

[petrify]

Arrow
Age:4 yrs
Fur Color: Gray
Eye Color: dark green
Rank: hunter
Personality: Arrow is a loyal easy going wolf that isnt one to lead and loves to hunt. He can be very agressive and serious though especially when loved ones get hurt. He has a good temper most of the time and can sometimes be lazy.
Any Secrets?: uh...no I think
Crush: none yet
Gender: male
Mate:none
Pups:nope
History: Arrow was born to a wolf that was exiled of her pack but know lives in this one.
Other:none

(Accepted, I think Beau has a crush ^^;)

[Mrs. Potter]

"N... no..." she whispered, lulled by his voice and the warmth. She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes, but she kept her ears open.

[petrify]

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Age: Four years, five months, and two weeks.
Fur Color: Amoux's undercoat is more of a cream color, a deeper, richer white that gives off the appearance of melted french vanilla ice cream. It is thicker than her overcoat but it gives off most of the length. It tends to thin ever so slightly in the warmer seasons but it's pretty rare to see her lose some of her thick fur. Her overcoat is what gives off the snowy white, although some of her undercoat shows through and gives her creamy accents. Amoux's overcoat is moderately thick, hiding portions of her undercoat, but it is very short and her undercoat really adds on to it.
Eye Color: A piercing amber is what tells her out of the deepest shadows when she is meant to hide. Although her eyes usually shine with the familiar glint of joy, when she is quite frustrated or anguished her eyes give off the "I'm staring into your soul" persona. Although flecks ever so slightly paler dance around her midnight black pupil, the flecks no longer than one millimeter in height each, you can't see them unless you are literally face to face with this fae.
Rank: Huntress.
Personality: Amoux is very shy. To specify, she is one of the most bashful wolves you'll come around. Her mother was just like her and so she always blames her bashfulness on heredity. She is very timid and will jump at the smallest alarming sound, tending to her liking of silence and peacefulness. She prefers to be alone, and if you alarm her suddenly she'll be afraid of you for the rest of your life. This just makes her even more shy at appearance.
Generally, Amoux learns to trust other wolves very slowly. She can hardly relate to others as her history was very unique in terms of abandonment and being given a happy pack not once in her life. You'll know when she trusts you, because she'll actually sleep when you're nearby. She never lets down her guard and is very protective of herself and her thoughts. Once again, being shy makes her this way and it's pretty hard to make friends with her.
This fae is very clever, nevertheless. Strategy is one of her greatest strengths. She always enjoys coming up with new ways to fool the prey and pounce when their back is turned. Being a huntress puts those strategies to the test. She isn't that foolish but at times she can do stupid things like let her guard down when she's on a patrol or hunt. She can grab food easily and does it well, helping her become a greater hunter and earn more of the pack's respect every day, making her stronger on the inside and out.
Once you really get to meet Amoux, she is one of the kindest wolves you will ever meet. She is very motherly and enjoys protecting what's right. If you're doing something wrong, she'll correct you, whether you like it or not. She is very respectful to others and having hatred directed towards her inflicts mental and emotional pain. You can't hurt her or else she'll be very saddened and might not be the best fae she can be if you treat her badly for a long time.
Any Secrets?: Her only secret is going out to the forest at night or going for a swim at a secret pond and waterfall concealed deep in the forest.
Crush: Currently no brute has caught her eye.
Gender: Fae | Dame | Vixen | Female
Mate: See crush.
Pups: Maybe when she finds a mate and convinces herself he won't cheat, she'll mother a litter or two.
History: "I'll tell my mate and maybe my pups."
Other: None.

(Whoa O.O Accepted, adding to front! ^^)

Nanook nodded, "Okay. That's alright" he sighed. "I'm quite hungry, want something?" he asked, looking back at her. "I'm going to go catch somthing"

[Mrs. Potter]

Akira's eyes flickered open, and she sat up. "Why dont WE hunt?" she asked. She was a healer, but she absoulutely LOVED hunting...

[pep]

{ Thanks! :3 I apologize for my coming shorter posts; I'll be on my iPod from here on out until tomorrow afternoon. c: }

Amoux kicked another rock into the river. Plick. It was so lonely sometimes as she was the shyest fae in the pack. Sometimes she questioned approaching the Alpha and sparking a conversation, but she was still too bashful to talk to him even if asking a question. Plick. It was so cold outside; she wanted to return to her den, but she just felt as if she should stay at the river. It was more quiet and serene. Plick.

[petrify]

Nanook smirked, and nodded. "Come then, Akira" he said, as he padded out of his den. He looked up at the darkening sky; it looked like it was about to rain. He grunted, and shook his head. "I hate rain" he muttered. He looked back at Akira, to make sure she was following. He smiled, and began to walk towards the forest, nose to the ground.

[Mrs. Potter]

Akira followed, walking ahead of him. She suddenly froze, and he ran into her. "Wait here..." She whispered, slipping under a low bush to the right. She saw what she smelled, a doe and fawn. She Leapt out and snapped the babys neck, the grabbed the doe's neck, and held on. Tight...

[pep]

{ Amoux is Lead Huntress? I wasn't hoping for Lead, but if it's not worth your time you don't have to change it. ^_^' }

Amoux felt a drip of liquid on her head, gazing up to the sky to see deep gray clouds developing overhead. It looked like quite a storm was arriving. The scent of many elk reached her nostrils before being washed away by the rain. Come on, Amoux, you're a better huntress than that, she thought to herself, standing and dashing towards the direction of the previous scents.

[Fireleaf]

Arrow walked around camp slightly shivering at the cold weather. He could hear his stomach growl as he made his way toward the hunting grounds. He slowed in his pace spotting a rabbit and silently stalked forward, he could hear some wolves at a distance but continued on.