r e f l e c t i o n. in. t h e. puddle. - open.

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"ι wαlĸed αcroѕѕ αɴ eмpтy lαɴd. ι ĸɴew тнe pαтнwαy lιĸe тнe вαcĸ oғ мy нαɴd.
ι ғelт тнe eαrтнвeɴeαтн мy ғeeт, ѕαт вy тнe rιver αɴd ιт мαde мe coмpleтe.
oн ѕιмple тнιɴɢ, wнere нαve yoυ ɢoɴe? ι'м ɢeттιɴɢ old αɴd ι ɴeed ѕoмeтнιɴɢ
тo rely oɴ. ι cαмe αcroѕѕ, α ғαlleɴ тree; ι ғelт тнe вrαɴcнeѕ oғ ιт looĸιɴɢ αт мe.
ιѕ тнιѕ тнe plαce, we υѕed тo love? ιѕ тнιѕ тнe plαce тнαт ι've вeeɴ dreαмιɴɢ oғ?"
~ ĸeαɴe.

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''i'm not going to lie for your sake, nor for mine. not for the pack, not for anybody. i don't keep stuff like this a secret. we have stable hearts, us adults, and as for the pups they're going to have to learn to cope. its a way to progress in life. we left for a specific reason, not the innacurate gossip passed to the other packs, that we grew tired of our land or that prey was lacking in even the lifeful parts of the forest. no, we left because we were told to, by the 'big bang'. i'm not talking about the one that began earth or the tale of how almighty god brought light to earth, but the actual big bang.

it shook our land, confusing even the wisest of elders. with it it brought sorrel skies, colder nights, and gave us this strange longing in our hearts to howl, like it would quit if we did. no one knew what to do; would you have? alpha ordered us to flee, run as fast as we could til we found a safe haven. our land was crumbling beneath us, literally. beta male and alpha female lead the parade of mothers, pups, omegas, and younger members far away, while me, beta femal, alpha, and the strongest of each rank, fighter, scout, hunter, to assess what was happening. i guess the big bang was angered with the pack leaving, for we were safe while we stayed at our land, but the bang followed our pack and didnt halt until each one of them, even our pups, had perished.
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it's strange, how the world works. after everything had occured i had begun to think that was the way it was supposed to be: just a small pack. i had to admit, we'd grown rather large over the years, but in the back of my head i know it was wrong. since then we've left that old place we used to call

home, good thing too. the big bang had moved onto the other neighboring packs. it was strange too, there were times where the five of us traveled alongside the human paved road, too exhausted to care as they slowed as they drove past, but theywould proclaim as they saw our abandoned oasis, 'my, global warming is sure hitting a tough spot here, ain't it?' i dont know what they were talking about, but like i said. i firmly believe the earth was telling us our numbers were too great and since we couldnt stop, it did it for us.
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this winter, we made it back to our old home. it was nice to walk apon familiar

ground, inspite it being so empty. it's the place i've been dreaming of returning to since we left, the place i will forever love. alpha wishes to start life over, but we know we'll do things differently this time. the human town that lived no more than a mile from our land? the big bang got to them too, and as rogues passed through our reclaimed territory, they spoke of their whole journey being free of humans. the population of mankind is dead. alpha gladly ordered us to take over their little town; the abandoned homes proved to be better shelter then tree dens. luckily for us, we were given an oppertunity for a second chance at growing, but not too much. too bad it was different for the humans. i say we take it to consideration and learn from their mistakes."
~ little red riding hood ;; beta female.

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aerugo. ;; MoonBeamz.

--- ✎ powerfully mistaken. ice hard eyes, ones made of the deepest of molten lava, twirled about in flecks of gold. he
had been born with the strength of a thousand wolves in his heart, the muscle of his brethren and the passion of his ancestors. he wasn't born with the amazement that was cast upon every other with one look. nay, he was born your average wolf, one with rusted ears, stoney pelt, razor claws. through aging, wise elders could see the young pup from miles away, notice his presence before he even entered a room. the aura about him was overwhelming, enough to turn a stubborn rouge over onto his back with just a mere gaze. he didn't get the beauty or grace from his mother, the strength or muscle from his father, no, he got something completely different. he got the blessing of wisdom. others saw that he was good, deep inside, influential and calm. a wolf that had an even head, one that knew what he was doing. yes, he may be stubborn, unreachable, even rude at times, but not many have been able to resist taking a glance at the one that nobody has ever managed to open up. the seemingly silent and mysterious wolf, one that calls himself aerugo, had grown to learn to be alone, to fight his way through this cruel world with even claws and a forgiving heart. he's the wolf that changed so many, that influenced the seas, that tamed the wind. he's the one that nobody understands, that nobody ever will.

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little red riding hood. ;; indefinite,

--- ✎ ryder is a magnificant animal, large in personality and size, inspite her name implying her as 'little'. with fur as
russet brown as tree bark in winter, lively as it flows in the wind like trees, it is tinted by a paler cream muzzle, chest, and belly and vibrant, circular eyebrows of the same coloring. her teeth as a wide as her claws, pelt as thickly full as wire as the pureness in her heart. with an attitude likely to make her a wonderful alpha some day, she is considered one of the most wise and humble of the 'reflectionists'. there is no war between brawns and brains for this one. she has them both; she's quick as a whip and sharp as a nail. as generous as she is, she is resistant to those of the opposite personality traits as she. the many would catagorize her as a flat wolf, never showing more than one or two characterists within her lifetime. she lets her supportive, courageous side evident and keeps her crude, deranged self withinside her, all locked up and tight. as of this, she is as pure as silver being hit with the moon's rays.

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reserved for alaska. ;; username.

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corona nights. ;; c a r p e . diem.

--- ✎ iridescent. it's funny how one word can describe a wolf so easily, isn't it? the definition describes her, even:
showing luminous colors that seem to change when seen from different angles. taking a deeper look at this pale fae, one could easily see why. starting with her physique, corona has a slender, long form. her legs are long, her shoulders slim and her body is streamlined, providing her with the advantage of being quite aerodynamic. her head is, surprisingly, heart shaped, with a slender muzzle extending out and ending with a coal-black nose. with fur the color of fresh cream and eyes as blue as the pacific, corona is easily noted as a beauty. her pelt is thick and soft, laying over lean muscles and lean shoulders. but, most noticed is her eyes. they are deep, swirling pools of vibrant blue, full of emotion and feeling. but, one wouldn't need to look into this female's eyes to know her feelings. corona is a very open fae. if she's angry? you'll know. if she's happy? you'll know. she's a firm believer in not playing any games. her face is like a child's book; easy to read and enjoyable to hear. corona is a generally happy female - of course she has her angry times but, most likely she's content. it doesn't take too much to please this fae.

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sealed province. ;; ιяєηαє.

--- ✎ she is truly locket-bound. everlasting blackness engulfs her body in a curse of undesirable appearance, only broken
by the tinge of white hand printed on her chest and speckling the inward arch of her ribcage. the silver orbs that dance from image to image are indescribably bizarre; her expression hardens with each passing day, but the thoughtfulness remains in a cloudy wonder in the mystery that is her eyes. she tucks it all in behind that inner eye—she is indeed a broad thinker, basking in her own thoughts within the silence of her colorful insides. she is fated to be mistaken as an antagonistic stranger of whom she is incapable of feeling affection or gratitude. consciously, the shell of her outer layer could forever hold the secrets inside, like a locket holds the things written that shall never be read. she is a book, a hard cover, with pages ripped and torn and forgotten about; those who skim through her pages are likely to miss the story. grasp the details like you are to solve a puzzle and you will surely find how much differently you may understand her. do you catch the kindness in flight with her words that play across the air? do you realize the unwavering loyalty when it comes to her duty within the pack? such qualities tango with a moral atmosphere, but a key to that lock is yet to be uncovered
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▸ respect the fact that people make things for themselves, not for others to take and use without permission.

▸ all of tess's and nick's rules apply here.

▸ literate, as this roleplay is, is considered to be five thickly paragraphs minimum. you either write that or don't join.

▸ i accept forms you make, however, they must be up to standards.

▸ i reserve the right to decline or kick you out of this roleplay.

▸ for every female that joins, the next person that joins must join with a male. then another could join with a female and so forth.

▸ no unnecessary drama {pregnancies and almost death}.

▸ no scene, emo, or characters with unnatural hair colors. they dont fit with this type of roleplay.

▸ i adore unique names, just none out of the ordinary, you know? 'flower' wouldnt cut it.

▸ age range is from 16-19.

▸ give credit where credit is due.

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theplace at which this small pack has chosen to make their home is a very unique one at that. no wolf pack has ever dared to do such as bold a thing as this one has, but the 'reflectionists', as it will soon be fortold, will be the first to start such an important trend in a wolves' lifestyle. what is it you ask? the pack has moved into an old abandoned town the now dead human population once remotly populated. their home is speard throughout the streets, ways of daily action changing drastically.

each rank, fighter, scout, hunter, alpha, beta, each have their own shack they are doed to share with their mate and their other packmates. kills are kept in a seperate shack as well, and often times members break into homes to steal the food humans had left behind. since absolutly everything was abandoned, considering humans all just suddenly dissapeared, icy roads are left unpaved, food still left in ovens, and cattle have eventually left their pens to make their lifes among the wild.
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it's strange, just how different these wolves have their lifestyle. there is one thing though thats the same as most other packs: they live in by far the most coldest place in the united states of america: alaska. with snow storms more common than sunny days, they are well accusstiomed to cold weather; their pelts have thickened through the years.

occassional hunts within the nearby forest are still often made, more frequent than the raids actually. raids are mainly made when the pack is in need of food, though its not likely to risk themselves to go out in the cold below ability level. the 'reflectionists' are smart like this, even smarter. they even hunt cattle that has yet to stray far from their pens or human homes. life has turned up fairly great since the humans have died. the only dangers they fear is of their own kind and mother nature itself, kostly if she'll strike once more with the second 'big bang' in efforts to keep the new packs from expanding forthward. the alpha doesnt think quite so, though. he feels nature will give them time to get their act together.
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for now, it is winter. the snow is as thick and packed as it will be all year, storms as unforgiving as mother nature had been in her efforts to fix the over polulation of humans. she didnt think twice about destroying well worth lives, and neither will the storms. for now, the shacks are the safest place for the pack and raids are as best they can muster, for now. the winds are so loud the 'reflectionists' could have sworn it was a gigantis pack howling and not the wind. one shack down the road had blown away, forever vanished among the thick cloud of white and grey splotches. the weakest shack now is the beta's. it may soon be the next to go, either that or a life. most human cattle has scattered and there have been no recent signs of any more 'big bangs', rival packs, or human life. besides the weather, which is below 0' degrees f, life is good for the pack.

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© of this idea goes to me.
© images goes to rightful owners.
© image basis off 'game of thrones'.

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⚑ ⚑ . ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ғʟᴀɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀɪᴅᴇʀs.

♒ { ryder } . { female } . { beta female } . { pure } ♒

ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ ▸
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☞ "indefinite."
☛ My username is indeed, indefinite., but I don't like to be formal unless its with adults; so, please call me Deffs, Deffie, or Indie. Either or, I reply. I mean, I've even been known to reply to fishy c:

ｎａｍｅ ▸
------ little red riding hood.

☞ "It's a mouthful, I know."
☛ Her name raises some eyebrows, no? Little Red Riding was given this name when her mother, regrettably, learned of her daughter's sweet natured disposition. A gentle heart does not get a wolf noticed, and her mother longed for that, because 'if your pup was know, the mother was known'. It was a stupid logic, yes, but her mother wanted the alpha's attention desperatly. She changed her pup's name from Sandy Beaches to something that would definitly catch eyes: Little Red Riding Hood. Its a mouthful, true, so she prefers it if you call her Ryder.

ａｇｅ ▸
------ six years.

☞ "Age doesn't define ability."
☛ Ryder is at that age where's she not the nimblest in her work, but she's not the most stiff. She isnt the wisest of wolves, but she isnt the dumbest either. A critical stage this is, the she-wolf is soft towards the subject of her age. But in truth, for soon to be stepping up as alpha, she's the perfect age.

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------ female.

☞ "I'd be happy to show you the goods."
☛ Ryder has been unsure of alot of things in her life: her name, her kin, her history, but never once has she thought she couldnt possibly be a female. Her nimble, more lean body structure is defiantly so, along with her softer tongue and lady parts. She was joking before, about happily showing you the goods; she's a very prideful wolf, honest as well. You'll just have to take her word for it.

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------ beta female.

☞ "I seek nothing more than serving my pack."
☛ Little Red had always longed to be a huntress when she became older, never a fighter due to the pure peace within her, but she knew deep down it was impossible. Females were doved to be scouts and scouts only, but when she became accustomed to being first in line to protect the pack, the position grew on her and she was perfectly satisfied where she was. Then the alpha, her dearest friend, announced her as the new beta, the first beta female of the 'Reflectionists'. At first she was appauled, but just like being a scout, it's grown on her.

ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ ▸
------ iridesent.

☞ "Some say I'm a looker; I look but see no goods."
☛ work in progress.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ▸
------ pure-hearted.

☞ "I go to seek a great perhaps."
☛ work in progress.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ▸
------ heartfelt.

☞ "Kin are the friends you were meant to have."
☛ work in progress

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☞ "I hope he can handle me."
☛ Ryder is at that maternal age in her life. The many female wolves go a bit crazy over having yet to find a mate, but luckily for her she's good at prolonging things. She still longs for a mate some day, pups even. If she finds none, she'll be just as happy surviving on her own.

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------ sweet serindipity.

☞ "Just a mother."
☛ Ryder has only one kin that she is aware of: her mother. Sweet Serindipity was, unfortunatly, one of those who died tragically in the 'big bang' all those years ago. Assuming she's never met her father or brought up the question of him, he probably mated and left. If he was one of the few survivers, she'll never know She had no littermates.

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------ nope.

☞ "Nah, you basically covered it all."
☛ I think thats just about it. I really had fun making this roleplay, and I hope it doesnt die down any time soon. Lets have it not, eh?

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© of the character goes to me.
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