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||Ｓｏｎｇａｎ ||

|| ʙʀᴜᴛᴇ || 2 ʏᴇᴀʀs || ɪɴ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ || sɪɴɢʟᴇ || ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ||

Four months since his father gave his life in the hands of the hunters. Yet, it seemed to Songan that the hours stretched in days, and the days in weeks, the weeks in months... and the months in years. But no more than one season has passed, the golden dyed leaves have left the ground, some carried away by the wind but some were deep in the damp earth. He was now sitting pointlessly under a lone tree, his pale green gaze fixed upon a distant spot leagues away. His paws shifted in a small pond of rain, as drop by drop it glided down the leaves of his shelter, and onto the ground, shivers went down his spine, as the hair on his back prickled, but he did not worry for the cold that inhabited his body by then. His thoughts, his will and his strength were channeled to aid his heart of the pain and sorrow. He shook his head and stood straight up. It wasn't typical for him to just lay around all day. He needed action, he needed adventure. A smile spread on his snout, it was enough 'crying' for one day. The last few weeks he has been doing better since his father's death, but it was still fresh for him. He would still go to see if he was in his den, or even try to call him to help him on a hunt. He has learned to live without a mother, to play without siblings. But his father was the key holding his life together. He was both his mother and a sibling. He was his best friend when he needed one. He gave him hope and strength to continue on. And it would disgrace him to see his son sorrowing after him, it would only pain him to see him not going after his dreams and it would trouble him to see the last living kin dying. He jumped on his paws, as he stretched his paws in front of him, arching his back as he did so. His snout widely opened he yawned before getting himself back together pulling away as he shook his pelt. His ears perked upwards and flicked at every sound, his nose twitched with unease as he looked around for a place to start his life again.

|| Ｋｉｃｈｗａ ||

|| ғᴀᴇ || 4 ʏᴇᴀʀs || ɪɴ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ || sɪɴɢʟᴇ || ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ||

A cold breeze carried itself trough the fae's den. Making loops and turns as if attempting to envelop it with the coldness it brought. Shivers crept down Kichwa's spine, one by one her hair stood up. A hint of smile appeared on her snout, as the cold went trough her back. She shifted her paws to fasten the blood flow so it would be easier for her to warm up, she placed her head next to her warm belly as she rose and positioned her tail over her head, to shield her from the cold breeze. But as the cold continued to enter her den, she shifted her lips and perked her ears, trying to get a hint of the time. She twitched her nose as a few scents of wolves came from outside. Their steps were audible as their paws splashed into water. Drip, drop, drip, drop. The rain continued it's rhythm on the stone den. Unwillingly she rose her tail, allowing another flow of wind to carry down her pelt.She yawned parting her lips at a distance she could go. She rose her head and looked around the den. It was quite gloomy, either fog or grey clouds have hidden the sun's warmth from the forest. She tensed her muscles and rose up, as she only felt colder than before. She shook her pelt, calming the chill down before taking a few steps towards the entrance of her den. She lowered herself and arched her back yawning once again. She heard her bones crack and readjust in place before she lid her lithe body trough the opening of the den. She blinked multiple times adjusting her eyes to the light that enveloped her now. The sun should have been somewhere just above the horizon, peaking from behind the mountain hills and tops. But it was hidden behind the lines of thick gray clouds, as they enveloped the forest into partial darkness. She sat down next to her den, and looked around to see if there was anything worth doing.

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Kitamba--Healer--Fae--Single

Kitamba hummed lightly to herself as she worked. Herbs lay scattered about her den, protected from the dreary winter rain by the short outcropping that hung overhead. Small, chewed poultices sat in makeshift bowls, cut from the skulls of animals were strewn about; she sniffed them occasionally, nodding to herself, as though in approval. Her head lifted, hearing the sound of the day awakening, though she hadn't slept. Her energy level was far too high, and she was far too eccentric to do such trivial things like -sleeping-. She had watched Savage skulking about in his typical, self-muttering fashion, chuckling to herself. She pondered if he ever smiled.

The pattering of rain outside became more intense, and as she lifted her head to view the world outside her den, she saw Songan viewing the day with his usual cautious attitude, and the corners of her muzzle lifted slightly. She thought about issuing a greeting, but thought better of it, a small blush coming to her cheeks. She had problems talking to anyone, much less a male. She was trying very hard to fix it, though. Very hard, indeed.


Savage~Beta~Brute~Single

When he had awoken for the day, Kit had already been awake, puttering about in her den as she was prone to doing. She rarely ever left, save to get new supplies. He admired her sense of duty, even though he was rather confused by the way she went about such manners. He wasn't exactly a social butterfly, but he at least left the den. The thought of remaining stagnant was deplorable. He shook his head in self- contemplation as he walked, finding himself at the creek next to his den and lowering his head for a drink.

Upon lifting his head, he noticed that the Alpha, Kichwa, had emerged from her den, and decided to go greet her. As he walked over to her, muscles rippling under his pelt, he dipped his maw respectfully, coming to sit in front of her.

"I hope you slept well, if at all, Alphess." he said quietly, fluffing his pelt to dispel residual droplets of rain from it. His orange-yellow eyes peered at her curiously, wondering if she was as bored as she looked.

[chagrin]

[- I gotta run! I will be back tomorrow :3 -]

[V e n u s]

Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｗｈａｔ Ｉ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕ

My name is ... Shift
Everyone calls me .. Shift
I have been alive for ... 4 years and nine months.
I have been born as a .. Brute; It's hard to mistake me as a fae, unless your blind or mental.
I have earned the rank off .. A fighter.. Though, there is nothing too fight, as it is next to impossible to kill off our real enemies.
I have the liking off ... No one...
My heart has been stolen by ... Nobody that I will reveal.

Ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ｓｅｅ ｍｅ

The first thing you see is ...My white fur that subtly changes into black around my neck, legs, and back. I have a thick pelt that isn't too helpful in the climate we have.. My grey/white pelt blends in with a rocky landscape.
The windows to my soul ... A very light grey, with dark black rings around the iris.
Souvenirs of life ... I have a long scar that stretches from my shoulders to my hips. The brute who gave me that is long gone now.. I also have a couple small scars scattered up and down my front legs. My hind legs are more fortunate not to have too many scars on them; if any.
Overall, you see ...] I have rounded ears and a pointed nose. My legs are long and I have large paws. My tail is average size, if not a hare bit short. My pelt gives a sort of gradiant from white to black and back again..

Ｗｈａｔ Ｉ ｈｉｄｅ

I have been told that I was ... Rather firey and sarcastic.. Some say that I can snap rather harshly at things that I find wrong. Others say that I am kind, pleasant to have around; humorous too. The difference is, is that I dislike some and like others. What most people alike tell me that I'm ... quiet. I cut conversations a bit short, but of course not usually purposely. When people say I'm funny it's a short joke... it's not something we laugh about for long.. If this is true.. I want to work on that..
Before I was here I was ... I used to be an orphan.. My parents left me too early; no, I should say abandoned. I found out very little as I was alone as a young pup, but fortunately, I was taken in by my pack. I don't like to talk about it much though... I stay quiet to those who ask me about my past, and those who already know my secret know better than to bring it up.
My kin in this world is ... Nobody. I can't even remember there names. I hope they had gotten killed by the awful machines...
Other that you should know about me ... If I find an opening to become a higher rank I will take it, but.. I don't usually focus on that. I'm not too ambitious. There is too much else on my mind to have room to be ambitious.

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||Ｓｏｎｇａｎ ||

|| ʙʀᴜᴛᴇ || 2 ʏᴇᴀʀs || ɪɴ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ || sɪɴɢʟᴇ || ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ||

He could have gotten even deeper in his thoughts if it wasn't for the sound of leaf brushing against leaf, and the clang of substance over substance that had him wake up from his sleepless day dreaming. It was then that Songan realized the rain was pouring over, hastily rushing past the den walls and soaking the ground. Getting up to hi paws, he felt his wet pelt weighting him down. He must have sat there for hours and he didn't realize the cold rain brushing against his fur. With a single swift movement he shook of the droplets that were on the surface of his coat while the others submerged well beyond it. The cold touch making shivers cross his spine.

His gaze traveled across the territory, the rain finally beginning to subside but it seemed like it was ever present. He saw Kichwa and Savage going off with their business, someone else from the pack rushing to catch up with the day, and a snowy white head peeking from the healer's den. Kitamba. When you get to think about it, no one knew why they called white wolves 'snowy'. They have never seen snow. It was an ancient myth going pack trough generations. But it seemed like the adjective was just stuck. He stretched a smile and rushed to her ear shot.

Songan stopped a few fox leaps away and nodded his head in greeting. "Good morning, Kitamba" He greeted, his voice bounding off joyfully. His juvenile like appearance restrained from anyone thinking of his seriously. So if no one can get you seriously, why so serious? (Purposely did the Joker reference :3)

|| Ｋｉｃｈｗａ ||

|| ғᴀᴇ || 4 ʏᴇᴀʀs || ɪɴ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ || sɪɴɢʟᴇ || ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ||

As she was about to rise to her paws, the fae heard a greeting coming from on of the pack members. It was her beta, Savage that came to her. She nodded her head in a polite greeting and looking up at the brute. Every time she looked at him she remembered the stance he was in when he and Kitamba first brough him to the pack. The wound on his face had began to heal but even now he looked even eerie to her.

"Even in my slumber the worry continues" She answered, her voice weary. The prey was more scarce than ever. It was hard to hunt enough food for the pack and soon when the pups come they will only have more mouths to feed. The humans are coming more often in the woods hunting them one by one. But it wasn't only the low food source and the humans with their technology that threatened their survival. It was their own kind as well. Loners and rouges attacked their pack every now and then, every with their own goal. "I hope you have rested better than I" She said with a gentle smile pulled across her face. (WB)

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