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The Basics

Full Name
Shayarrana

Nicknames
Shay, Yara, Anna, pretty much anything, my name is a bit of a mouthful

Gender
Naww Im a male, what do you think! Of course Im a Female!!

Age
I am roughly four years old.

How I Look

Description
I am quite a stocky wolf with a thick set neck and long muscular legs. Im tall and broad, sometimes, annoyingly, mistaken for a male. Through my thick coat, I have strong, powerful muscles that allow me to run fast and leap high. I can fight well and am a general all rounder. I have powerful jaws but my top right canine is chipped and blackened. I cant remember how.
My eyes are a mossy amber colour, flecks of deep gold and browns lying in their depths. I hide my emotions well and, even though some believe eyes are the portal to someone's soul, it isn't true.

Fur Colour
I have a deep charcoal black nose, but with a bright pink scar, glaringly obvious, is scored along the middle. I have gray shadows underneath and around my striking eyes and a white muzzle and neck. Along my back, there is a dark 'stripe' that merges slowly into deep yellowy gold along my muscular shoulders. My paws and legs are a creamy white colour, with specks of russet and grey. Around my flank and tail there are patches of greys and black. My pelt is sleek and glossy and mid length, and coarser around the shoulders and back. I have 'feathers' around my ankles and the pads of my paws are spotted with pink, not purely black, scars from a past fire.

Eye colour
My eyes are a mossy green colour with an amber ring around the pupil. Flecks of gold and deep, azure blue lie in their depths, contrasting dramatically with the green, making my eyes, my most attractive and noticeable feature. When receiving one of my famous glares, my eyes bore holes into yours, looking like they can see into your thoughts (of course they cant though, although Im good at guessing emotions)
Build
In my previous description, I told you of my stocky build and stupidly being mistaken for a male. I have broad shoulders, the muscles showing beneath my pelt. This allows me to run at a moderate speed, faster than a lope, for quite a long period of time. I can fight well but for the life of me I cannot hunt! I look podgy which is mildly annoying, but I guess strong, large muscles are better than no muscles.

Scars/Limps
I Have a long pink scar that contrasts strikingly against the black of my nose. My once charcoal grey, almost black pads are bleached a raw colour in patches.

Those I care about

Crush
Love is a weakness, anyway, "I trust you" is always stronger than "I love you"

Mate
I take care of myself

Wanted Mate
see crush for the answer to this foolish question

What You're Looking For In A Mate
If I was ever to find a mate, I would want a best friend. Someone who looks past my snobbish, stand offish attitude and can see the good in my personality, and does not focus on the bad or the imperfections. I, obviously, need someone who can hunt, and also lets me be independent. But hey, this is miss ice queen, no one would love me

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Rank
I dont have one yet

Wanted Rank
fighter. I have the right build, and Im useless at hunting
Likes
I love swimming and running. Running no where in particular, just the feeling of my muscles responding, tensing and relaxing, and the rhythmic sound of my foot falls. I love the feeling of my paws slicing cleanly through the water, propelling me forward. The sounds of night time, the breathing of my sleeping pack mates, and the light of the moon guiding my path. In stark contrast to this, I love the scent of fear and tension of a battle, the noise of the strong, and the support of a pack

Dislikes
I hate domineering wolves, I understand an alpha has to have the control over their pack, but when other wolves try to recreate this authority, it makes my blood boil. I also dislike overprotective males, and being mistaken for one. And fire

Phobias/Fear
I am terrified of death, one of the major reasons I cant hunt. this fear makes no sense as I can fight other wolves but....yeah... I have no explanation for this
Personality
The hardest question, how to I describe my own personality. Im fierce and brutal,loving the adrenaline of a battle. I have a cold heart and personally, I dont believe in love. I am unforgiving and find it easy to hold a grudge for a looong time. However, I have been known in my past to care, very briefly, for some wolves who see me, not me. I was born in battle, and live for it. It is the only place I can be me.
I am a merciless killer, Fire, ironically, blazes in my eyes. I am sarcastic and cutting and as the old saying goes "If your gonna play with fire your going to get burned" I find it hard to accept the fact I am no longer in charge so I can get a bit big for my paws so to speak ((I did the personality last so kind of lost the will by this point as you can tell ))

History
I was born into a battle hungry pack, large in numbers, who's huge territory was never enough. I was next in line to be alpha. Hunting was never a skill worth learning, as having a large pack allowed us to kill easily. I was trained to fight, using my weaker siblings as 'punch bags,' this was considered the norm. in my pack.
A fur less up-walker, took residence in our territory. We took great pleasure in tormenting him, tipping over his bins and marking our territory on his front porch. One day, I guess he lost it. A huge bonfire was started outside, in his back garden, to burn garden waste. But he didnt control it. Letting it grow, it devoured the forest and the surrounding grassland and open areas, fuelling it until it was raging towards our clearing Grabbing the strongest pups, we fled, leaping fallen trees, the fire close on our heels. I slipped, the grip on the pup dangling from my jaws slipping. I snapped wildly, hearing a crack as a burning branch fell from a tree, obscuring our path. I pushed off it, pain searing through my paws, the squirming pup crying and chocking in my jaws. I leapt wildly, my red, raw paws, churning in air, grappling for a foot hold. I let the pup slip from my mouth as I fell, hitting the water with a sharp slap. I blacked out and woke up, I dont know how many nights had passed, washed up on the river bank, choking up water. I never found my pack, or the pup, ever again. Love gets you in trouble

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The Basics

Full Name
Obsidian Night

Nicknames
Obsidian

Gender
Brute

Age
Four and a Half years.

How I Look

Description
Obsidian is a rather.... Large wolf. He is 6.5 feet from nose to tail, standing 40 Inches tall, and 175 pounds of pure muscle, Obsidian is a force to be reckoned with. His coat, long and think, is a midnight black, with hints of grey and brown. The fur of his coat is thick, making him look double his actual size, if humans were to see him they would probably describe him as fluffy. To hold his weight, Obsidian's paws are rather large, almost not matching his long legs. His eyes are often the first thing you notice about him... On his right side, a deep gold color, and on the left, a murky white, a result of blindness. Obsidian's eyes can only be described as one thing, beautiful. The two colors seeming to not go together in any way, but blend together perfectly. He often gets annoyed when wolves stare to much. And his blindness never bothers him, if anything it makes him better at certain things, like hunting. Learning to rely on his ears more then his eyes, seeming to know almost every move his prey is going to make, before they even make it.


Fur Colour
A deep black; almost blue in certain light, with hints of grey and brown.

Eye colour
His right eye is a golden color, and his left white/clear. A result of being blind in that eye.

Build
Obsidian is very sturdy, lots of muscle.

Scars/Limps
A few little scars running through his pelt, but that's about it.

Those I care about

Crush
Nope.

Mate
No.

Wanted Mate
Nope.

What You're Looking For In A Mate
Obsidian looks for in a mate is independent-ness, and able to do things on her own.

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Rank
Hunter.

Wanted Rank
No.

Likes
Swimming, Winter, Nighttime.

Dislikes
Caterpillars; Ugly little things aren't they?

Phobias/Fear
None.

Personality
Obsidian, Obsidian...he's a rather...hard wolf to describe, but I'll try my best. On the outside Obsidian is rude, cocky, and arrogant. Often he puts himself above all other wolves and thinks everyone should now down at his feet. He often looks down on everyone but himself, and his brother, treating them like sap stuck I his fur... A nuisance. Obsidian is rude, and often sarcastic, he loves to get under wolves skin, replying in ways that he knows will hurt, and annoy other wolves.

When you first meet Obsidian he comes off as sullen, and rude. He doesn't talk much to wolves he doesn't know, often ignoring them and brushing them off. He tends to keep his answers curt, and short. When Obsidian finally warms up to you he turns into his cocky, Arrogant self. After a while, you might describe him as puppy-ish. Annoying, and always asking questions. Sometimes you might think that he doesn't know how to be serious.

There is one more side to Obsidian... The one only him, And his brother know of. Alone, or just with his brother, Obsidian sheds his skin, transforming into a very quiet, and shy wolf. When he is alone he often talks to himself, and just thinks. Few wolves ever see this side of him, and often, they never expect it either. From his cocky, funny, and arrogant attitude, to this silent, untrusting, ghost of a wolf. Obsidian almost never shows his true colors to other wolves, but when he silently slips off into the woods, you know where he's heading.


History
Obsidian was born onto a cruel life, his mother being kicked out of the position of alpha female for mating with a rouge...his father. Obsidian was born into a rather large litter of seven, him being the last one born...and the only one blind. His mother had a rich white pelt of a timber wolf, and his father the normal grey and brown. His parents have no clue where his black pelt came from all his brothers and sisters are a mixture of white and grey.

As soon as his parents realized that Obsidians white eye is blind, they took him and dropped him off on his own, only 5 weeks old. He taught himself to fight, and hunt.

Obsidian was on his own for years, he easily or got the company of other wolves. Talking to himself and keeping himself Entertained in various ways. One night he was on his own just walking around rather bored, when he heard the unmistakable sound of paw steps, lighter then his own, but definitely male. Obsidian quickly started in the way of the other wolf, following him, and watching. Obsidian watched as the young wolf killed a rabbit, then took it to his den. Obsidian, wanting to know who the wolf is, he attacked. Trying to decide if he would be a worthy opponent, an friend. Him, being the big wolf he is, easily took down the smaller male, but even with Obsidian obviously winning, the you g male still fought, Obsidian was amazed at his courage, and spirit. Obsidian then Learned the males name is Onyx, and that he ran away. Obsidian decided to take him under his wing, and soon he became his only companion, and brother.

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The Basics

Full Name
Onyx Night

Nicknames
Onyx

Gender
Brute

Age
Three years

How I Look

Description
Onyx is a average sized wolf, 5feet from nose to tail. Standing around 30inches tall and 130pounds. He is rather lanky, all legs and no muscle. Onyx is a great runner, with lots of stamina and endurance. He can run for hours at a steady pace without getting tired. His coat is lighter then Obsidians, but still rather dark. It is a lighter color of black, with brown and grey streaks running through it, helping him to easily blend into the shadows. His eyes are the normal golden yellow color, with flecks of grey and green in their depths. If you were to look at him from his right side nothing unusual would stand out about him, but if you were to circle around him to his left side you would see his scar. Running from the top of his shoulder, down under his belly. A result of first meeting Obsidian.

Fur Colour
A light black, with a few grey and brown streaks running through it.

Eye colour
A pale yellow.

Build
Onyx is a very lanky wolf, he has almost no muscle.

Scars/Limps
A huge scar running from the top of his left shoulder down under his belly.

Those I care about

Crush
No.

Mate
None.

Wanted Mate
Nope.

What You're Looking For In A Mate
What Onyx looks for in a mate is honest, and caring. He loves to help out other wolves and he wants a mate who loves that to.

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Rank
Healer

Wanted Rank
None.

Likes
Helping others, Summer.

Dislikes
When a wolf he heals dies.

Phobias/Fear
Isolophobia- Fear of solitude, being alone.

Personality
Onyx is almost the exact opposite of Obsidian, he tends to be quiet and shy. Only talking when spoken to directly, and rarely ever leaving his brothers side. He is often found staying in the shadows, where he can watch and observe the pack. Even through his quiet, and shy outside, when you get to know Onyx he turns into a funny, yet still kind of shy, wolf. Onyx tends to keep to himself and hide his feelings, preceding to worry about his own problems and nobody else's.

Unlike Obsidian, Onyx is caring, and nice. Almost never saying anything rude, or obnoxious. He easily warms up to wolves and within a coupe of hours he will act like your best friend, having your back through anything and everything.


History
Onyx was born into a strong pack, his mother and father being the betas of his pack. He was born into A litter of three, him being the only male. He had to grow up fast, his Father pushed him hard to learn the ways of the pack, teaching him to fight and hunt at an early age. He learned fast, he had to. Whenever he did something wrong his father would beat him. Not enough to leave scars or be noticeable, but enough to hurt. Onyx quickly learned to loathe his father, avoiding him at all costs, but at the same time protecting his sisters.

One night heat lighting struck the pack territory, with the ground being terribly dry, it easily caught fire to the territory. Him and his Father had the duty of helping the Alpha escort the pack out. Onyx stayed by his sisters, and the elders. He quickly learned that the lighting strikes the tallest trees, he tried to tell the pack but they didn't believe him, so they continued down deeper into the woods, past the tallest of trees. When he finally got his mom and sisters together, they stayed towards the back of the group, warning them when the fire gets closer. Onyx had left his sisters behind to head to the front of the pack to warn the alpha of the fire, he was on his way back when lighting struck a rather old, dead tree making it collapse; right on top of his mother, and one of his sisters. The pack had to keep on moving, him an his sister had to leave them behind.

When his pack had finally got to safety, his Father turned on him, blaming the loss of his mate and daughter on Onyx. He went into a rampage, killing his sister and one of the elders of the pack, then he turned on Onyx, looking for blood. Onyx ran, he ran from his dad, he ran from the loss of his family, he ran to get away. Onyx quickly left his father in the dust, and he stayed on his own for about half a year. That's where he met Obsidian.

One night Onyx was out hunting a scrawny rabbit, being sure to make little noise, he sprung, snapping its neck easily. Little did he know that he was being watched. He quickly ran back to his den, a small hole in the ground he dug himself. He started to eat, savoring the taste of fresh meat. When all of the sudden he was being attacked. A black wolf at least a few inches taller then him, one eye gold, the other white. Onyx could tell he might die tonight, but he fought with all he had, biting and scratching, to no prevail. Suddenly, the black wolf let go. "Not bad," the mysterious black wolf told him. "What's your name?" he asked. Onyx shakily replied, he looked over at his left shoulder and instantly got sick to his stomach, a deep gash running from the top of his shoulder, down to under his belly, at least an inch in depth. "I am Obsidian," the black wolf; Obsidian told him. "Come with me," he told Onyx as he quickly trotted off into the night. Not knowing what to do, Onyx followed. And since then, Onyx and Obsidian have slowly became the brothers they are today.

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Kayanne

A sharp gust of wind hit Kayanne in the face, and the she-wolf's stone grey orbs snapped open. Kayanne had taken to sleeping at the edge of the camp after she'd become an Alphess at the age of one. It helped her feel more in control of her pack, and that she'd be the first aware if anything was wrong. Kayanne thought it important that she was always there if her pack needed her- for that was part of being an Alpha.
Kayanne glanced about the camp- no one was up yet, and so she decided to stay in her nest of grasses until another pack member arose. The cold autumn sun glared down at her, and Kayanne knew she'd have to do it today. Last week, she'd announced that the pack was going to be leaving their beloved territory- the same one that had housed them seemingly forever- for search of better prey. The fae had no idea where the pack wouls go, but as long as they didn't starve then the journey would have been worth it. Maybe...maybe the could return to this territory at some point. But, today, Kayanne would assign jobs to pack members to help with the preperations nessicary. The hunters would go out, some alone and some together, to find and bring down as much prey as possible. That night, the pack would stuff themselves on whatever there was.
The fighters would stay in camp with Kayanne, resting- for they would be the protecters against the unknown- and discussing tactics. Though the Alpha didn't have as much free time on her paws as she used to, Kayanne was still one of the most skillful fighters in the pack and she was going to try and work on a defensive routine they could perform should they run into a hostile pack. And Onyx'd be sent out to collect anything he may need. She'd assign him another wolf to help with task...who? All this could be sorted out in the meeting, but Kayanne wanted to give her pack a chance to wake up before landing the news upon them.
Letting out a whistful sigh, the young she-wolf looked like she had the weight of the entire world resting on her shoulders, and her shoulders alone. It wasn't like that. Kayanne knew the pack would support whatever decision she made, and as long as they did that the she-wolf would never be truly alone.
The young fae rose to her paws, shaking out her greyish brown fur as though ridding her form of any exhaustion left over from the night before. Stalking nimbly over to the small rock she stood on when addressing the pack, Kayanne sighed once more. The rock was small- no more than a quarter of her height, but it gave her that added authority which made others listen. Stepping softly onto the cold grey surface, Kayanne seated herself on the smooth rock. It's solid, smooth feel on her haunches gave Kayanne a sense of security.
Sucking in her breath, the fae shook her head and waited for the camp to come to life. It was going to be a busy day.