Dawn Pack -wolf RP- acepting members!

[wolflover12234564]

Moonflower woke up disoriented and it took her a minute to figure out where she was. Not knowing what to do now she went to go talk to Teka. Moonflower flattens her ears and bows her head and asks "hey Teka, is there anything you need me to do?"

[PolarizedVertigo]

Teka replies "Not at the moment unless you would like to get food.... speaking of witch..." teka went to go help hunt while jake took a rest "WOOO guys... some hard hunting out there... " jake says then he goes an lays down in his den.
teka returning with a fawn gently rips a rib off an eats the meat then chews the bone. "hmm Dig in.." she says while walking back to her den to watch for other tress passers but still keeping an eye out on the newbies..

[wolflover12234564]

Moonflower took only a few good bites because she wasnt very hungry, but she was nervous to say the least.

[PolarizedVertigo]

Teka watched moon an said "you dont have to be nervous its okay here.." she said watching the body movements of moon understanding she WAS nervous,
Jake went out to the forest an didnt come back...

[wolflover12234564]

"i'm sorry, it's kinda a habit now." Moon spoke quietly. Not wanting to anger her. She was watching her body language from the very begining trying not to anger her.

[PolarizedVertigo]

she chuckled "okay i guess." teka walked an noticed jake hasnt been here in forever... he wasnt even in the area... what happend... she thought..

[wolflover12234564]

When moon was done she felt sleepy. That was the first good meal in a very long time for her. Moon looked around, wondering where everyone went, she stood up to go get a drink from the stream.

[PolarizedVertigo]

teka was at the lake an she herd paws coming
her fur rose an she did a low growl an baring her teeth an she saw the figure come at me

[PolarizedVertigo]

;3; Bumpz!)

[Distant_Hybrid]

{ name:: Chandler
{ nickname(s):: Chan, but very rarely
{ age:: 2 1/2
{ gender:: Male



{ personality:: Mechanical: Quiet and reserved, interested in how and why things work. Excellent skills with mechanical things. Risk-takers who they live for the moment. Usually interested in and talented at extreme sports. Uncomplicated in their desires. Loyal to their peers and to their internal value systems, but not overly concerned with respecting laws and rules if they get in the way of getting something done. Detached and analytical, they excel at finding solutions to practical problems.

Nurturing: Quiet, kind, and conscientious. Can be depended on to follow through. Usually puts the needs of others above their own needs. Stable and practical, they value security and traditions. Well-developed sense of space and function. Rich inner world of observations about people. Extremely perceptive of other's feelings. Interested in serving others.

Artistic: Quiet, serious, sensitive and kind. Do not like conflict, and not likely to do things which may generate conflict. Loyal and faithful. Extremely well-developed senses, and aesthetic appreciation for beauty. Not interested in leading or controlling others. Flexible and open-minded. Likely to be original and creative. Enjoy the present moment.

Protective: Quietly forceful, original, and sensitive. Tend to stick to things until they are done. Extremely intuitive about people, and concerned for their feelings. Well-developed value systems which they strictly adhere to. Well-respected for their perserverence in doing the right thing. Likely to be individualistic, rather than leading or following.

Idealistic: Quiet, reflective, and idealistic. Interested in serving humanity. Well-developed value system, which they strive to live in accordance with. Extremely loyal. Adaptable and laid-back unless a strongly-held value is threatened. Usually talented writers. Mentally quick, and able to see possibilities. Interested in understanding and helping people.

{ history:: Darkness. It filled my bleary cerulean eyes as they opened. There were bumps that tossed me into the wire mesh of my kennel, and I could hear lonely howls of distraught dogs around me. As the questions raced through my mind, I asked myself the most important of all. Where was I?

The smell of cynicism mingled with the musty aroma of lonely animals, and my little pink nose twitched in disgust. A vehicle of some sort, I supposed. But what was a 9 week old puppy like me doing in a van? All that I could remember was being gently dropped in a crate by my human, Jane. There was a goodbye kiss from my mother and I was suddenly tossed into a patch of nothingness, while dogs gave me hushed whispers of distress. With a whimper, I closed my eyes in fear, and I was asleep.

Dawn light shed its grace on me as the door screeched. I had warm sunlight filtering upon my multicolored fur and, with a yawn, I stood up and stretched. Two men were taking kennels out and setting them onto the snow covered ground beneath me. One of their hands grasped the cage of chicken wire that I sat in and dropped me onto the ground. I was finally out of the truck! I yipped to no one unparticular and licked the cage that held me.

Later that day, I was taken out by an older woman with graying hairs atop her head. She called me “Rascal”, and I grew quite fond of her for the 30 seconds she spent holding me. After that, I never saw her again, but the people that fed me at night smelled of her.

……….

It had been 7 months, and I had grown into a strong young pup. I was clever, brute, and naïve. Just like all of the other puppies. But one thing about me that stuck out was my sarcasm.

My quips often drove dogs away, as they sensed that I was aggressive. That wasn’t true at all; I’d never been in a fight. Sure there had been close encounters, and some recurring. Especially with my best friend, Akita. She was feisty and wasn’t afraid to back down from a fight, and tolerated my humor. We often joked around. But then, she was taken away from me. I can remember the day that she left so vividly; like it happened yesterday…

{Flashback}

“I don’t get why I have to go, Chandler. It doesn‘t make sense anymore.”

“Well, first you should stop the Q- Tip when there’s resistance. And secondly, Akita, because you’re 2 months older. You’re smarter, faster, and more cunning than I am. The people want you to be on their team.”

“But I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, Akita. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.”

“Maybe… I love you, Chandler.”

“Love you too.”

{End of flashback}

……….

It was 2 months later. I had gone through training and agility, even tracking. I was now much taller and heavier, and my coat held a shimmer when it hit the sunlight,

I had really missed Akita, but I learned to cope by distracting myself in strange ways. I threw snow, chased my tail, and even tried counting the stars, None of that worked. Then, one day, I found a very interesting way to get my mind off of her.

I began climbing. Slanted trees were all I could manage, but I loved the feeling of bark digging into my paw pads and the sensation of my claws penetrating the trunk. It was so surreal to me; all I had ever known was the soft flakiness of snow.

……….

I was finally adopted by a man named Barry Finke. He was a nice guy; mid-thirties, sandy blonde hair, and an abundance of dog food. And an abundance of dogs.

There were nine of us in total, and not one of them liked me. I was the “new kid” as everyone called it, and I was younger, stupider, and slower than they were. I was made fun of, but none of them ever inflicted physical pain on me.

……….

The wind hit my fur like shards of glass piercing my skin. The flurries drifted into my eyes and blinded me, and I was forced to stop. My team gave howls of fear and their eyes darted around them, searching for a way home. There was nowhere to go.

……….

After days of pushing through the storm, we finally arrived home. But there were people there, and they were all boarding a large yellow helicopter. Barry boarded the craft too after feeding us and telling us goodbye. He tied us on our chains and left for the South, along with the rest of Alaska.

After that, however, I met a pack of wolves. They explained to me that I was stolen as a ery young puppy, and that they had followed me this entire time. After initing me to join, they told me that my parents were dead, but I could be raised as a puppy if i'd like. I denied, and now I'm just a regular, 2 year old member.
{ kin:: Dawn-Mother; Deceased
Chain-Father; Deceased
Red-Brother; Unknown
Sprite-Sister; Unknown
{ strengths:: Clever ;; Chandler is very clever. His intelligence, however, is transmitted prominantly through sarcastic quips.

Climbing ;; Chandler can climb slanted trees with ease, and when having in an adrenaline rush, can make it up a partially angled one. He never really does it anymore, though, as their are more important things in his life.
{ weaknesses:: Vision ;; Though not blind, Chandler's vision is far from perfect. Often times, he can't see more that 19.5 feet ahead of him.

Coat ;; His grey, white, and tan colored coat is extremely easy to spot in the snow. It is both a blessing and a curse.



{ rank wanted:: Beta, perhaps?
{ rank:: We'll see, I guess
{ friends:: If anyone is willing to put up with seemingly agressive comments, then Chandler is very open to a friend. Just give him a chance; he can be very, very sweet if you get to know him.
{ enemies:: Don't get on his bad side.



{ crush:: No one yet, but it doesn't take much to please Chandler.
{ secret crush:: He isn't too discreet...
{ mate:: Chandler is one of those dogs that are partially committment phobic, but will give love a chance if the right girl comes along.
{ pups:: Carry along the bloodline? That's a good idea.



{ about you :: My name is Distant_Hybrid, but I'd prefer Dis c:
{ anything else:: Not Applicable