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[EndlessFallingSnow]

(Yes. Female - hunter, Male - fighter.)

[вlυenoѕeღ]

{Joining when I get on a computer. Tell me what gender is needed and ill make one.}

Edit; I will make a male for Grove and a Female for Winter. I will make my forms as pretty as possible.

[тнey call мe ace]

((May I reserve Alpha Male for Grove, and Healer - Female for Grove? I'll make my wolves in a short while.))

[вlυenoѕeღ]

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|ι’м coмιng нoмe, ι’м coмιng нoмe. тell тнe world ι’м coмιng нoмe leт тнe raιn waѕн away all тнe paιn oғ yeѕтerday. ι ĸnow мy ĸιngdoм awaιтѕ and тнey’ve ғorgιven мy мιѕтaĸeѕ ι’м coмιng нoмe, ι’м coмιng нoмe. тell тнe world тнaт ι’м coмιng нoмe|

"When life hits you hard, you have to face it, with all you got. No matter what your outcome is. I did, and it has shown me the worst of the world. It has shown me that everything is bad. Nothing is lightened. Or showing me a way that makes me feel better. That lets me know everything is okay. But as far as I know, nothing is okay, and I feel i've just started."

"I'm, Willow. Well, that is what I like to be called. My full name is, Whispering Willow. I never did like the whole thing. But my mother charished it. She said it was they were the most beautiful words that came to her ears. To be honest, she didn't have any. I'm, 3 and a half years old."

"If you haven't got the brains to notice i'm a, female. It is just something anyone should plainly notice. Or it should be the first thing. I guess it depends on who you are. I'm terribly mad that I should even provide this information. First off you the name is dead give away. Who in their right mind would name a brutte, Willow?"

"I consider myself to be a good girl. If that makes you happy. But to be truthful, I really don't care. All I know is I belong to a pack called, Winter. I don't have rank yet though. I guess i'm just a indecive wolf. I'm not that great at hunting. If that information helps you at all. Although i'm good on my paws in battle. I know some herbs from days as a loner. Before I settled here.

"My breeding and family realtionships, are not very public. Therefore, you will not be allowed this information. Merly because I have no pups, or a mate for that fact. I don't like anyone either. Mostly because I beleive all wolves are not able to see the beauty or the personality in a she-wolf. More in the phisical shape and bite. That is one reason I have no care to like.

"My past is dreadful. Almost a haunting memory of my life. It's almost worthless to tell you. Though it started when I was born. I guess everyone started that way. Well I was unaware of everything around me. All I knew was what was going on beside my mom. I had two siblings. A Brother and A Sister. Both of them ment a lot to me. I loved them. As I grew older and hit three months of age, my mother was killed by small black bear. She was weak, and didn't have any strength to fight. We were left as good as dead, I watched the bear eat my mom. It's face covering in blood. It was sickening. I and my siblings yelped for the hopes of survival. My sister was growing weak. We had just started eating meat, and none of us knew how to hunt. Slowly I felt the pain of hunger over-whelm me. When I was lifted off the ground. I knew it was over. Only I heard my brother yip and cheer. I opened my weakly and saw to grown wolves. Well, and one carrying me. They carried us for a while. My sister was growing sicker. Once we arrived at their home, I knew I was safe. Once me and my brother were to full health, we tried our hardest to save our sister. But she didn't last. For a moment we had her running and playing. But the sickness and hunger came back. Killing her two days later. It was the sadest day ever. Me and my brother lived there for years. And on my second year there, things took a turn for the worst. My brother went to being bad. And attacking pack members with his so called friends. One of them came for me. Putting his teeth in my skin. I looked in my brothers eyes as he watched the other wolf bite me. He didn't try to stop him. But I could see the sadness and sorrow in his eyes. He was this way because of my sister. And he didn't act as if he cared. He only watched me fade into a unconsious state. When I woke. I travled as a loner for a while. Finally, and hopefully ending my journey. Hoping this pack life is the end of all. That this is my last stop. As for my brother, he is a long lsot story. I have no idea of his whereabouts."

"I'm a kind wolf. With a good story, every now and then. Always there to cheer up a fellow wolf. I'm not the kind of wolf to put others down, but i'm not the nicest wolf either. My past has made it hard for me to be a wolf. It has made me a shell. Without any creature living in it. I don't speak much, keeping to myself to keep from doing something wrong. I don't share well either. My space is my space, and I will let know. But, I know that pack life will change who I am. And hopefully make me a better wolf. As of love, I ignore that personality. Make sure it never shows. I'm not one to be flirty. But I can be caring enough to listen. And sweet enough to show i'm there. I can be helpful, and show others that i'm here if i'm needed. But most times i'm alone. Keeping my distance. Making sure everyone is unaware of my pressnce or life. Because pesonally, I believe i'm never really there. As if i'm in my own world. Lost."

"And that is who I am." Code words are in blue. This is everything about my wolf. If you didn't get any of it. READ the whole thing.

Password: I LOVE WOLVES

Something funny: "Do I look like a comedian to you???"

© <---- This charrie is copyrighted by me. The images shown are not mine. And I credit the photographer. Please, any comments on my charrie, please PM me.

||ω-ι-ρ; male wolf will be up ASAP.||

[Wlyrout]

~~ My name is Rushing River of High Grounds, though I am most commonly known as River. Ironic, you could say, since I'm in the pack without a river, the Grove pack.

River is a kind, loving, but also fun fae with twinkling eyes and a rather short muzzle. She's a very pretty girl, but still made fun of for her strange features: that muzzle, a twisted jaw (not shown in pictures), and a crippled leg that she just drags along behind her. She's had all of these distinguishing marks since birth, and has suffered along with them ever since. Though she does not fit in personality-wise with those from the Grove pack, she has found her place as a Healer. She's not much of a hunter because she has to drag that leg around, and not much of a fighter since she can't properly open her crooked mouth to get a full grip on something.Instead she finds a peace in her den with her herbs neat and sorted. That's another thing. River's kind of a neat freak. Her den has to be tidy, all of her natural remidies lined up perfectly along the stone walls.

River hasn't had the best history, either. Her mother was a loner, an unhealthy fae by herself... and expecting three pups. Her father had run away from her mother because of who-knows-what, and was later killed by rogues. River's mom, Swirling Blizzard of the Night (aka Night Blizzard or Nightie), was extremely ill, and so when her pups came, she was not surprised by what she saw: two stillborn pups. One had a fatty lump where his skull should have been, and the other was so twisted she dared not touch it. But there was one survivor, a small fae with a bad leg and a mangled face.

Night Blizzard immediately fell in love with her single living pup, whom she named Rushing River of High Grounds.
And so River grew up with an overjoyed but sickly mother, until the third day after she turned a year old, when Night Blizzard died too. At that point she lost hope and ran away to the Grove pack, where she is today. Codeword: I love wolves. Something funny: Why'd the banana split? Because the orange was too annoying. (Psssh, I just made that up.) This is a Work in Progress.

[♛ feral]

[Could I reserve the male beta for the winter pack and a male of any rank in the grove pack?]

[♛ feral]

»» be ƨтɛα∂ʏ on your ғɛɛт
no мαттɛя the тяσʋвℓɛƨ you meet

"The name I was given at birth is Zant, nothing long or fancy like most wolves, but just the four letters of Zant. I love my name because it is simple, and I think it it is easy to remember. I am a brute that was born somewhere around three or four years ago, I'm not quite sure really. I am not counting my age as some wolves are, I am just living. I was born in the autumn, in the month the bipedal beasts call October. I was born to the rogues named Malika and Rolin, but I have always told others I was born into a loving pack, which is true. Sometimes I think rogues are misunderstood, but then I think about how the two packs were formed and change my mind. My parents were different, or atleast I thought they were. They loved me and my two brothers as well as my sister. They taught us how to hunt and comforted us when we had nightmares. They told me that they loved me. When I was a year old, I took my place in the circle of life and went off to pursue a pack. It took me a year, but I finally found the pack of Winter. Somehow, it didn't take me long to rise up to the rank of beta male with the nose I was gifted, my friendly personality and my somewhat goofy attitude. My nose is quite powerful, and I can keep a trail even if it is stale and long gone. I can even track in the rain, if the scent is fresh enough. -wip- "

[r h y m e]

[Gah! So many people. Haha, I shall get all the reserves up shortly and will begin accepting. Thank you all for joining!]