Willowpack~ A wolf RP (Accepting)

[Neozoo800]

*aqua walked in and looked around* it needs work..........But it's not impossible *aqua looked at blade* roses, tulips and lavender.

[viva la vida;]

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▶ Ｎａｍｅ: ◀ ι c e wнιcн glιттerѕ on тнe ѕtone
▶ Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ: ◀ "I am a fae or a female, thanks, though I am quite insulted that you couldn't tell by my devilishly good looks." Ice takes pride feverishly in proving she is just as good as her male packmates. If you tell her to catch a rabbit, she will round up a whole hunting party to catch an elk. It might prove just to be stubborn, but Ice will always think in others best interests.
▶ Ａｇｅ: ◀ Ice is very young to be a huntress, at 2 1/2 years of age. But you shouldn't judge anyone by their age. Ice is very experienced at what she does, and is quite more wise than her years show.
▶ Ｆａｍｉｌｙ: ◀ All dead. Look to her history for a more detailed explanation. Only live relative is Tremor.
▶ Ａｌｌｅｇｉａｎｃｅ: ◀ "Russet's Pack. Huntress." Ice is extremely protective of her pack, and is feverishly loyal to them. The fae's packmates are the closest things she ever had to packmates, so she has the same special connection to the pack as family would.
▶ Ｃｒｕｓｈ: ◀ "I have no crush." The fae is flirty, but she doesn't have any real feelings for anyone special at the moment.
▶ Ｍａｔｅ: ◀ No mate at the moment.
▶ Ｐｕｐｓ: ◀ No pups at the moment.
▶ Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ: ◀ Oh, Ice. Ice is quite shy and has a big heart that is very loving and gentle. She loves pups and will to anything to make people happy. Ice is very protective of her pack and loved ones. This is caused by her terrible history, making her very hateful to loners and rogues.
"If I don't have the freedom to say what I think, I don't have anything."
Ice has great respect for authority such as the Alpha, Beta, and other people who are of high ranking. She will do what they say without resisting, and Ice has the uttermost faith in them, believing they, other than herself, can do no wrong. It might be a little vain, but she needs to be able to belief in something. Ice has put a lot of faith in her beta, and she will be broken if her faith proves to be put in the wrong spot. Ice has quite a temper, though, so it could be quite bad if you make her snap. If you value your legs being fully operative, I suggest that you don't push her. Also, Ice, when prey is little to none, will always help the weak and the poor. She can't help her compassion and sympathy, and sadly, empathy. At times, Ice can be a little guarded because of her past, but is usually quite outgoing. The female is very bubbly and happy most of the time. One of Ice's worst qualities is her dramatic trait.

Ice goes out of her way to betheret and loving to a crush. Though that is usually Ice's normal personality, she really goes out of her way to be sweet and caring. The female can be a bit shy around the one she loves, so it takes her a bit for her to come out of her shell. But, Ice will always be herself in front of everyone, however long it takes. She will be a bit protective of her crush, but not crazy. If he loves another, the female will eventually find a way to let go.

Ice as a spouse is similar to her personality as a Crush. She tries more to show her love for her mate, despite the female's shy nature. But, no matter who you are, no body touched Ice's mate. You try to hurt her mate, you die. You flirt with her mate, you die. You make him feel bad, you die. If you haven't noticed, Ice is very protective of her mate, and will do anything for the male. The mate's emotions are like her own. The male's happy, the female is elated. The mate is sad, she is the shoulder to cry on. Ice wants a family more than anything, and will do anything to get one.

Ice is an ideal mother, being sweet, loving, caring, as well as shy. The female will try to raise the pups as best as she can, trying to make their childhood far better than hers ever was. The female is very acceptive; she doesn't care if the pup is disabled, who he or she loves, if they don't want to stay in the pack. Ice will love her Kim more than anything (besides her mate).

Sweet, caring, loving, loyal. These are all words used to describe Ice. She had known to always be supportive, listen at the right moments, and speak when needed. The wolf will never gossip about you, and isn't two-faced. She loves her friends, but this doesn't mean she is a push over. If you wrong Ice in a serious enough way, she wong let you walk all over her. The female only gives her friendship and trust to wolves who are worthy, but can take it away in a heartbeat.

As a packmate, Ice is not perfect. No one is. Everyone has their flaws. But Ice is new shy and quiet than others, tending to fade into the background. She hates everyone looking at her, but the female will stand up for what she believes in. Just because she is shy doesn't meant that Ice isn't brave. The wolf would face hundreds of humans if it was to help her pack. But, the female is quite scared of the sharp metal things humans carry around. Ice is very loyal to her pack, regarding all loners, rogues, and house pets with the formatilty that suggested almost unfriendliness. But, if you become part of the pack, Ice will warm up to you in no time flat. She doesn't discriminate against your background or anything about you; actions should be what wolves judge you by.

Ice can be a very, very dangerous enemy. She does not fogeive very easily, and will not forget the horrible deed the wolf did to cause such cold feelings from the female. The white wolf will not resort to violence unless absolutely nessesary, but will happily dig her claws into your throat if you try and ouch her pack or family. Ice is a grudge holder, so I wouldn't exspect instant forgiveness. You have to earn every single moment I forgiveness from Ice; she will not be fooled twice.
▶ Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ: ◀ Pain. This word sums up her entire childhood. But I guess I could still show you it.
Drip, Drop. Drip, Drop. The annoying but regular fall of water announcing the spring was quite delightful, but at this particular moment, it annoyed Tremor. Sadly, there wasn't much to do in this boring place he called home. Tremor laid his head down on the wet rock, only to be greeted by nightmares. Soft wailing, from an unknown wolf, called out for help, but all he could do was sit and watch. After waking up, he gasped, his breath accelerating as he realized it wasn't fake. Some wolf was calling out for help! Tremor raced to the eastern side of the woods, going as fast as his legs could carry him. As the calling got louder he accelerated even more sprinting. Soon, a figure came into view. It was a fae. He had always been a sucker for faes. Tremor's eyes widened as he got a closer look. All of the fae's bones where showing and the snow, whether it was melted or not, wasn't exactly doing her any favors. He looked around to see if anyone was around and rushed to her aid.

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As the young male rushed towards me, all I could think about was the screaming hunger and raging cold around me. All I could concentrate on was blinking and breathing. In, out, in, out, the rhythm was soothing but it did make the gigantic pain go away. As the male loomed over her, her vision started to blur and everything went black. Rose woke up the next morn, in an unfamiliar place with food sitting next to her. She started to savagely eat anything that would fit in her mouth, loving the feeling of her belly not eating her ownself. Rose stopped to gasp when she looked up to see Tremor standing over her. His face was emotionless as he nodded at the food indicating her to eat.

One again, love triumphs over everything. This cycle continued for a good while, and the cave that Tremor first put Rose was their meeting place. Never had their relationship threatened to come to life before they introduced Rose to the pack.

"...and that is why I think Rose should join the pack." Tremor concluded. His face showed nothing but pure confidence. As the Alpha looked over the two, he said quietly, "You shall know before nightfall." The sun was at its highest in the sky, so that gave them a lot of time to council and also, for Tremor and Rose, to panic. She paced the camp nervously, not noticing all the eyes on her. Her belly, rounded with a pup, brushed the ground as Rose walked briskly from side to side, anxious to take her mind off of the matter at hand. By nightfall, Rose was a nervous reck. All the wolves gathered round the Alpha, waiting for his answer. The important wolf opened his eyes and looked to the lovers, saying, "Due to overpopulat ion, your request for Rose to join the pack was denied." Rose's eyes grew wide and Tremor bolted to his feet, bristled and furious. "WHAT?" he nearly screamed. Everyone took a couple steps away from him, but a group of wolves guided him away from the other. With his teeth bared, he snarled, "If she goes, I go." Slightly angry now, the Alpha said hotly, "We took that into account." Tremor, along with Rose, stalked out of the camp. He snarled at the wolves surrounding him, saying, "Get away from me you traitors!" Rose was quite angry herself, but Tremor was acting pretty strange. Rose brushed up next to him, trying to look into his eyes but Tremor wouldn't look into her eyes. Tremor bared his teeth at the wolves until they receded into the darkness. Tremor howled to the moon as tears streamed down Roses face, and he walked up next to her, curling his tail around Rose.

The pack was now Tremor's sworn enemies. He hated them ever since they wouldn't take Rose in. A blinding fury was burning inside of him, and he went quite mad. A couple months later, Rose had her pup and the loss of blood didn't do her much good.

Rose's skin paled as another pain hit her. Ice nuzzled up against her mother's belly, the only heat touching her. Rose's eyelids drooped and then closed. Rose's breathing slowed then stopped and Ice looked up, saying, "Momma? Momma? Momma! MOMMA!" Rose didn't open her eyes again, and Ice howled towards the moon, tears streaming down her face. "No, Momma, NO!" This being the only family Ice had left, she was broken inside that the only thing she had connected to anything that happened in her past besides her own being and Ice's memories.
After a couple hours, Ice cried herself to sleep, and her eyes grew bloodshot. Once she got herself together, Ice stared to wander in the direction of the pack. As soon as she got close to the pack, Ice started to grow weak with hunger. She was just a pup after all. If she tried to hold out like this for much longer, Ice would die either of starvation, sickness, or a mental illness.

The leaves fell, swirling around the young pup. Ice tripped close to the the edge of the camp and a female ran close towards her. The fae nosed her gently and said, "Are you alright?" Ice shook her head, 'no'. The female said, "Do you want to tell Seni?" Ice looked up to Seni and tears began to stream down her face as she nodded, 'yes'. Ice looked up to her and said, "My mommy and daddy are gone! I don't know where they are!" Seni looked down to her and said, "It's alright, Seni will help you." Seni curled around the crying pup, wrapping her fluffy white tail around Ice. Ice closed her eyes trying to dream the bad things away. As her eyelashes fluttered close, Seni hummed with pleasure. Seni couldn't have pups of her own, so this is the closest thing she had ever had. Later that day, Seni asked the Alpha to take Ice into the pack, which they accepted, seeing that she had the makings of being a strong, healthy pup. Ice didn't remember her real parents, but she was informed by Seni when she was old enough.

Seni became Ice's adopted mother. She raised Ice, only to quickly die, shortly after Ice became an adult. Ice was crushed when Seni died, due to not having her real parents being around. Ever since Seni told her about her parents, Ice swore to track down her mother's grave and also her father. This quest most likely will only bring hurt and sadness, because no one knows where her father ever went. Also, Rose didn't really have any friends, and Tremor was her only love. No one was really close to her, so nobody would have any idea of where she is. This is a touchy subject for her, so I wouldn't talk about this.
▶ Ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌ Ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ: ◀ Ice is a slender, feminine looking female that actually looks quite delicate. Her figure is small as well as petite, yet coated with a sinewy layer of muscle. Most cannot see it, giving her the advantage of the unknown in a fight. Her ears are pointed and averagely sized, not having any hair on the insides to block out her hearing. Ice's eyes are large and wide, who's hue in a soft blue that is quite distinctive. Her eyes are framed by large, long lashes who are black. Ice's legs are long and also slender, good for running. One of her legs has a small scar about two inches long and a couple centimeters long. In a fight, it is a grave weakness for if you bite it, that legs would buckle.

Her pelt is white, long, and silky. It is good in the winter, protecting Ice against harsh winds as well as snow. Also, in the snow, it is pretty good camouflage. On her left ankle, there is a small spot of grey and black. It is the only spot that wasn't snow white. Ice's head is triangular. Also her snout is long and slim. Ice's paw's are a little larger than normal, and her paw pads are rough and black. Their roughness protects her feet feom hard, sharp objects such as rocks. Her claws are small but sharp and colored black. Ice's teeth are white and sharp, good for tearing through things. Her tail is long and the fur that covers it is very thick: The trait of that was passed down from Rose's mother, to Rose, to Ice. When she is sad, you can see it brushing the ground between her legs. For Ice, this is an act of submission. Usually, her tail droops when she is sad or mourning.
▶ Ｏｔｈｅｒ: ◀ Ice has an extreme fear of heights, and most rocky cliffs. She is an exceptional swimmer, and has powerful hunting and tracking abilities.

▶ Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ: ◀ s t o n e
▶ Ｌｅｖｅｌ ｏｆ Ａｃｔｉｖｉｔｙ: ◀ I get on a couple times every day. About 4-5 hours a day.
▶ Ｒｏｌｅｐｌａｙ Ｓａｍｐｌｅ: ◀ Not my best post, by far, but somewhat average for me.

Kassandra looked at Cady, then Cyd. Kassi wanted to scream at them to calm the hell down, but what what would that help? Nothing. The girl felt raking her claws down something, frustrated and tired if saying words that no one listened to. Emmett uttered for her to leave, and anger rose inside of her. Kassandra Veare was not a lap dog, doing whatever the male said! No, the blonde was anything but that, very stubborn. But then, Kassandra looked up, to say some nasty retort, when Kassi saw something in those dark, dark eyes. Not possessive, but protective. Kassandra had never been protected in her life, even as a child. This brought back terrible memories, pushed back as far in her mind as possible. Oh no. Thought Kassandra, then everything around her vanished.

It was a cold winter night, snow falling thickly on the ground. It coated all the other large houses like a dream, everyone but Kassi's. Kassandra's house was nothing but a painfully small cottage, if not a shack. The blonde child's pace quickened as she heard her father, already as drunk as could be, along with the taunts of the schoolchildren rising behind her like a tidal wave, about to break. Flat out sprinting now, young Kassi made it to the house right as the comments got worse, though the cardboard walls and the styrofoam roof didn't help nearly enough. A meager fire was lit in the corner in a trash can, hobo style. Hugging herself, Kassandra wished for a lot of things, a better life, home, and father. But if the girl could have one wish, Kassi would make her mother alive again. After the death of Kassandra's mother, which apparently was her fault even though the blonde child didn't do anything, her father began to drink his troubles away after nothing else worked. The room always felt warmer and more homey and warm with Kassandra's mother singing the song of a lullaby into her ear. But not everyone got their wishes granted. Beckoning the girl with a broken beer bottle, Kassi's father said slurrily, "Now time for today's life lesson." Then, the man rose the bottle, and began to strike the girl.

A small gasp rose from Kassi's mouth, and her lashes fluttered as she tried to get a grasp on reality. Father wasn't here. No pain, glass, or bruises. No more words that hurt nearly as much as her father's punches. Head down, breath coming fast and shallow, the blonde girl nodded, quickly shifting, then walking through the forest."I need to get away. Now."

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▶ Ｎａｍｅ: ◀ t r e m o r wнιcн rips through the ground.
"My father wanted me to carry on his cursed name, marking me for the rest of my life."
▶ Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ: ◀ Male
"I thought that was a bit more obvious."
▶ Ａｇｅ: ◀ 2 years of age
"A bit young, I know."
▶ Ｆａｍｉｌｙ: ◀ All dead, except Ice. Read history for a better explanation.
▶ Ａｌｌｅｇｉａｎｃｅ: ◀ Tremor is a proud Warrior.
▶ Ｃｒｕｓｈ: ◀ Ivy. Though he denies it, he has strong feelings for the beautiful wolf.
▶ Ｍａｔｅ: ◀ No mate as of now.
▶ Ｐｕｐｓ: ◀ No pups as of now.
▶ Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ: ◀ W.ork I.n P.rogress
General Personality
Tremor is naturally quiet. He watches from afar, chips in when necessary. The male is not one to be messed with, for he will retaliate in every way possible.
To A Crush
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As A Spouse

As A Father
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As A Friend
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As A Packmate
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As An Enemy
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▶ Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ: ◀ Like his unknown sister, Ice, the male's history is not a bed of roses. Probably even worse. As a pup, Tremor was taken from Rose, to another fae that the father had been seeing secretly. This far was cruel, mean, and possessive, and immediantly took Tremor as her own pup. Her name was Thorne. The pair scoffed at Rose's name, cursing her and the white pup. Secretly, Thorne envied Rose for seeing her before herself, making her green with envy. As I said before, Thorne is very possessive.

The dark pup wriggled at my stomach, and sucked greedily at my milk. My other litter from some loner had died, but MY pup needed the nutrients. Rose was lucky I didn't kill her for trying to be the mother of MY pup and the mate of his father. A laugh ripped from my teeth at the very thought. Then, he came. Tremor Senior was only known as 'him', and 'the father'. Tremor was the name of his pup. Stalking forward, my mate gave me a large plump rabbit, lighting up a smirk on my face. "Your so talented." I said, love filling every word in my voice. The male nodded, coldly staring at the pup. "When will he be ready to run with us?" All of these trees are making me claustrophobic." Nodding quickly, I said, "Soon, my mate, soon."

After a month, Tremor was weened, and started eating real food. He always looked to his 'parents' and cruel evil creatures sent from hell to torture him. More like a slave driver than a father. But Tremor was far too afraid to do anything than what his father told him, fearing he would be removed from the so called family. They made him fetch the food while they stood back and grew lazy and fat. It was maddening, this work. A couple times, Tremor thought of escaping. But then, he figured that his father would hunting him down, and kill him the spot. Fantasies grew in the mind of the young wolf, of having a real family, friends, as well as a pack to call his own. Some even had Tremor with a beautiful female for a mate. But these dreams where brushed aside and alled for what they where; dreams. But, after a year or so of traveling the forest, the threesome found a place that was suitable. Little did they know, a nearby pack was located just a few miles away.

"I like this place. Plenty of prey, no other wolves to bother us. And, I have a son to "help" us." Even the father knew what he was doing to his own son; that made it all better. The Red coat of Thorne trotted into the clearing. A greedy and malicious grin light up her face, knowing that she didn't hav to do anything while her son worked himself to death. Standing on a large boulder, the father howled to the moon, saying for all to hear, "I claim this territory in the name of the THREESOME!" Not even a pack name. Tremor winced as his father spoke, but then pain shot up through his shoulder. Turning sharply, Tremor saw Thorne sinking her teeth into his shoulder to form what would be a scar. "Get back to work. Only I deserve the privelige of hearing your father's voice." Noding quickly as blood dripped from his shoulder, Tremor resumed working.

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A howl shot through the night as Tree raced along the edge of her territory. Coming to a halt, the pack-wolf stopped. Through the trees where three wolves, two black, one red. I gasped, horrified, as the mother bit ino the young, snarling for him to move more quickly. These wolves where going to be trouble. This suspicion was confirmed when the Alpha of the 'Threesome' held a killed mouse, and started spreading the blood. He was clearly marking the territory. Running backwards as the male approached me, he marked almost 20 meters into our territory. And the mother continued to beat the child. Seeing me hiding in the bushes, the male grinned evilly. Gathering my courage, I growled, This is our land." The smile only grew wider at my response. The male said to me, "Well, it's mine now. Hunt here and you die." I turned on my heel and raced back to camp. No one messes with the Alpha Female's daughter.

Needless to say, there was a fight. The Threesome didn't stand a chance. Wanting to spare Tremor, they took him into the pack. Many wolves grew paranoid of him, thinking he might try to innish his father's work from inside the pack. Soon enough, the pack dissolved. Many became rouges or loners, but Tremor went in search of a new home. Soon, he found the pack that he is in now. It was everything he ever dreamed of, and more! Tremor never anyone his history, so they wouldn't discriminate against the male.
▶ Ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌ Ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ: ◀ Intimidating. Handsome. Large. All of these words have been used to describe Tremor.

For starters, Tremor is extremely large. He is almost the biggest wolf in the pack, being beat out only by his Alpha. Every inch of him is filled with thick, sinewy muscle that was formed after his apprenticeship. This thick layer can be seen rippling under a layer of skin, as well as his pelt. This provides a lot of where the male's power as well as strength in battle comes from. Tremor was meant to jump, climb, and run. However, sometimes his size limits him in battle. But the male ha never been known as bulky, in any way. The male's paws are large as well, balancing his bodpoput to he will not fall. The make is surprisingly balanced, able to manuver on the smaller of rocks. Like his sister, Tremor has long limbs, made to fly over hard bits of stone and ground. The male's claws are very long, thick, and sharp. They can cut through layers of flesh and muscle, when Tremor wants them to. Tremor's eyes are a deep, endearing, dark brown, almost black, colored with bits of gold flecks towards the middle. Unlike Ice's, Tremor always keeps his emotions out of his eyes, and keeps himself guarded. His eyes are framed by thick but short lashes, complementing his eyes deeply. The male's head is triangular, with ears that are also triangular. He does not have any hair on the inside, as to this would limit Tremor's hearing.

Tremor's pelt is the darkest of black, like pure night. In there is some chocolately brown, mixed in. His pelt is short but still warm, soft but shiny. Bits of white dots the male's neck, as well as his shoulders. This is not from old age, only from his natural pelt markings. This is probably the only light marking over all of Tremor. A half-moon crescent scar lines the wolf's shoulder. In battle, this could hurt the black wolf, but not so severely that it would cripple him. Tremor's tail is long, with black fur densely covering it. An aggressive movement for the male, traditionally, would be to loom over the apposing wolf, teeth bared, hackles raised, accompanied by a ferocious, threatening growl. A submissive movement would be to touch the ground in front of the wolf, with a nod of submission.
▶ Ｏｔｈｅｒ: ◀ This male can get extremely fierce if threatened. He is mildly afraid of heights, and has a pretty large amount of strength. He is a terrible swimmer, but is a rather good fighter.

▶ Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ: ◀ s t o n e
▶ Ｌｅｖｅｌ ｏｆ Ａｃｔｉｖｉｔｙ: ◀ 4-5 hours a day.
▶ Ｒｏｌｅｐｌａｙ Ｓａｍｐｌｅ: ◀ Above. ;3

[supernatural-rocks]

Joining form:

Username: Ginga d weed
Name: (of wolf) Nala the pup
Age: 3 weeks
Gender: female
Personality: I am shy with other wolves after what had happened to my family. It takes me a while to trust someone but once I trust you, I will always stay by your side.
History: My family was killed by a fire
Crush:
Mate:
Pups:
Rank:(You can't just put yourself as leader!) pup
Wanted rank: pup
Other:
Picture:(Anime or real wolves only please)

[lillydaisy1120]

Uhhh yah negative on the flowers but maybe just maybe.... I'll get you some flowers..... if you say "blade is the most amazing wolf on the planet and he rocks *blade laughs*

[wolflover12234564]

Moon as just waking up when she smelled a deer, At the thought of eating made her mouth water because she hadn't eaten anything for days, so she jumped up and ran out to find it.

[Neozoo800]

*aqua growled then walked out* it smells terrible anyway *aqua looked around*hmmmm *aqua jumped up a few rock to the water fall then went behind it and found a den* ah here we are, perfect



((I think they should be loaners right now, eh?))

[Neozoo800]

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▶ Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ: ◀ "I am a fae or a female, thanks, though I am quite insulted that you couldn't tell by my devilishly good looks." Ice takes pride feverishly in proving she is just as good as her male packmates. If you tell her to catch a rabbit, she will round up a whole hunting party to catch an elk. It might prove just to be stubborn, but Ice will always think in others best interests.
▶ Ａｇｅ: ◀ Ice is very young to be a huntress, at 2 1/2 years of age. But you shouldn't judge anyone by their age. Ice is very experienced at what she does, and is quite more wise than her years show.
▶ Ｆａｍｉｌｙ: ◀ All dead. Look to her history for a more detailed explanation. Only live relative is Tremor.
▶ Ａｌｌｅｇｉａｎｃｅ: ◀ "Russet's Pack. Huntress." Ice is extremely protective of her pack, and is feverishly loyal to them. The fae's packmates are the closest things she ever had to packmates, so she has the same special connection to the pack as family would.
▶ Ｃｒｕｓｈ: ◀ "I have no crush." The fae is flirty, but she doesn't have any real feelings for anyone special at the moment.
▶ Ｍａｔｅ: ◀ No mate at the moment.
▶ Ｐｕｐｓ: ◀ No pups at the moment.
▶ Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ: ◀ Oh, Ice. Ice is quite shy and has a big heart that is very loving and gentle. She loves pups and will to anything to make people happy. Ice is very protective of her pack and loved ones. This is caused by her terrible history, making her very hateful to loners and rogues.
"If I don't have the freedom to say what I think, I don't have anything."
Ice has great respect for authority such as the Alpha, Beta, and other people who are of high ranking. She will do what they say without resisting, and Ice has the uttermost faith in them, believing they, other than herself, can do no wrong. It might be a little vain, but she needs to be able to belief in something. Ice has put a lot of faith in her beta, and she will be broken if her faith proves to be put in the wrong spot. Ice has quite a temper, though, so it could be quite bad if you make her snap. If you value your legs being fully operative, I suggest that you don't push her. Also, Ice, when prey is little to none, will always help the weak and the poor. She can't help her compassion and sympathy, and sadly, empathy. At times, Ice can be a little guarded because of her past, but is usually quite outgoing. The female is very bubbly and happy most of the time. One of Ice's worst qualities is her dramatic trait.

Ice goes out of her way to betheret and loving to a crush. Though that is usually Ice's normal personality, she really goes out of her way to be sweet and caring. The female can be a bit shy around the one she loves, so it takes her a bit for her to come out of her shell. But, Ice will always be herself in front of everyone, however long it takes. She will be a bit protective of her crush, but not crazy. If he loves another, the female will eventually find a way to let go.

Ice as a spouse is similar to her personality as a Crush. She tries more to show her love for her mate, despite the female's shy nature. But, no matter who you are, no body touched Ice's mate. You try to hurt her mate, you die. You flirt with her mate, you die. You make him feel bad, you die. If you haven't noticed, Ice is very protective of her mate, and will do anything for the male. The mate's emotions are like her own. The male's happy, the female is elated. The mate is sad, she is the shoulder to cry on. Ice wants a family more than anything, and will do anything to get one.

Ice is an ideal mother, being sweet, loving, caring, as well as shy. The female will try to raise the pups as best as she can, trying to make their childhood far better than hers ever was. The female is very acceptive; she doesn't care if the pup is disabled, who he or she loves, if they don't want to stay in the pack. Ice will love her Kim more than anything (besides her mate).

Sweet, caring, loving, loyal. These are all words used to describe Ice. She had known to always be supportive, listen at the right moments, and speak when needed. The wolf will never gossip about you, and isn't two-faced. She loves her friends, but this doesn't mean she is a push over. If you wrong Ice in a serious enough way, she wong let you walk all over her. The female only gives her friendship and trust to wolves who are worthy, but can take it away in a heartbeat.

As a packmate, Ice is not perfect. No one is. Everyone has their flaws. But Ice is new shy and quiet than others, tending to fade into the background. She hates everyone looking at her, but the female will stand up for what she believes in. Just because she is shy doesn't meant that Ice isn't brave. The wolf would face hundreds of humans if it was to help her pack. But, the female is quite scared of the sharp metal things humans carry around. Ice is very loyal to her pack, regarding all loners, rogues, and house pets with the formatilty that suggested almost unfriendliness. But, if you become part of the pack, Ice will warm up to you in no time flat. She doesn't discriminate against your background or anything about you; actions should be what wolves judge you by.

Ice can be a very, very dangerous enemy. She does not fogeive very easily, and will not forget the horrible deed the wolf did to cause such cold feelings from the female. The white wolf will not resort to violence unless absolutely nessesary, but will happily dig her claws into your throat if you try and ouch her pack or family. Ice is a grudge holder, so I wouldn't exspect instant forgiveness. You have to earn every single moment I forgiveness from Ice; she will not be fooled twice.
▶ Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ: ◀ Pain. This word sums up her entire childhood. But I guess I could still show you it.
Drip, Drop. Drip, Drop. The annoying but regular fall of water announcing the spring was quite delightful, but at this particular moment, it annoyed Tremor. Sadly, there wasn't much to do in this boring place he called home. Tremor laid his head down on the wet rock, only to be greeted by nightmares. Soft wailing, from an unknown wolf, called out for help, but all he could do was sit and watch. After waking up, he gasped, his breath accelerating as he realized it wasn't fake. Some wolf was calling out for help! Tremor raced to the eastern side of the woods, going as fast as his legs could carry him. As the calling got louder he accelerated even more sprinting. Soon, a figure came into view. It was a fae. He had always been a sucker for faes. Tremor's eyes widened as he got a closer look. All of the fae's bones where showing and the snow, whether it was melted or not, wasn't exactly doing her any favors. He looked around to see if anyone was around and rushed to her aid.

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As the young male rushed towards me, all I could think about was the screaming hunger and raging cold around me. All I could concentrate on was blinking and breathing. In, out, in, out, the rhythm was soothing but it did make the gigantic pain go away. As the male loomed over her, her vision started to blur and everything went black. Rose woke up the next morn, in an unfamiliar place with food sitting next to her. She started to savagely eat anything that would fit in her mouth, loving the feeling of her belly not eating her ownself. Rose stopped to gasp when she looked up to see Tremor standing over her. His face was emotionless as he nodded at the food indicating her to eat.

One again, love triumphs over everything. This cycle continued for a good while, and the cave that Tremor first put Rose was their meeting place. Never had their relationship threatened to come to life before they introduced Rose to the pack.

"...and that is why I think Rose should join the pack." Tremor concluded. His face showed nothing but pure confidence. As the Alpha looked over the two, he said quietly, "You shall know before nightfall." The sun was at its highest in the sky, so that gave them a lot of time to council and also, for Tremor and Rose, to panic. She paced the camp nervously, not noticing all the eyes on her. Her belly, rounded with a pup, brushed the ground as Rose walked briskly from side to side, anxious to take her mind off of the matter at hand. By nightfall, Rose was a nervous reck. All the wolves gathered round the Alpha, waiting for his answer. The important wolf opened his eyes and looked to the lovers, saying, "Due to overpopulat ion, your request for Rose to join the pack was denied." Rose's eyes grew wide and Tremor bolted to his feet, bristled and furious. "WHAT?" he nearly screamed. Everyone took a couple steps away from him, but a group of wolves guided him away from the other. With his teeth bared, he snarled, "If she goes, I go." Slightly angry now, the Alpha said hotly, "We took that into account." Tremor, along with Rose, stalked out of the camp. He snarled at the wolves surrounding him, saying, "Get away from me you traitors!" Rose was quite angry herself, but Tremor was acting pretty strange. Rose brushed up next to him, trying to look into his eyes but Tremor wouldn't look into her eyes. Tremor bared his teeth at the wolves until they receded into the darkness. Tremor howled to the moon as tears streamed down Roses face, and he walked up next to her, curling his tail around Rose.

The pack was now Tremor's sworn enemies. He hated them ever since they wouldn't take Rose in. A blinding fury was burning inside of him, and he went quite mad. A couple months later, Rose had her pup and the loss of blood didn't do her much good.

Rose's skin paled as another pain hit her. Ice nuzzled up against her mother's belly, the only heat touching her. Rose's eyelids drooped and then closed. Rose's breathing slowed then stopped and Ice looked up, saying, "Momma? Momma? Momma! MOMMA!" Rose didn't open her eyes again, and Ice howled towards the moon, tears streaming down her face. "No, Momma, NO!" This being the only family Ice had left, she was broken inside that the only thing she had connected to anything that happened in her past besides her own being and Ice's memories.
After a couple hours, Ice cried herself to sleep, and her eyes grew bloodshot. Once she got herself together, Ice stared to wander in the direction of the pack. As soon as she got close to the pack, Ice started to grow weak with hunger. She was just a pup after all. If she tried to hold out like this for much longer, Ice would die either of starvation, sickness, or a mental illness.

The leaves fell, swirling around the young pup. Ice tripped close to the the edge of the camp and a female ran close towards her. The fae nosed her gently and said, "Are you alright?" Ice shook her head, 'no'. The female said, "Do you want to tell Seni?" Ice looked up to Seni and tears began to stream down her face as she nodded, 'yes'. Ice looked up to her and said, "My mommy and daddy are gone! I don't know where they are!" Seni looked down to her and said, "It's alright, Seni will help you." Seni curled around the crying pup, wrapping her fluffy white tail around Ice. Ice closed her eyes trying to dream the bad things away. As her eyelashes fluttered close, Seni hummed with pleasure. Seni couldn't have pups of her own, so this is the closest thing she had ever had. Later that day, Seni asked the Alpha to take Ice into the pack, which they accepted, seeing that she had the makings of being a strong, healthy pup. Ice didn't remember her real parents, but she was informed by Seni when she was old enough.

Seni became Ice's adopted mother. She raised Ice, only to quickly die, shortly after Ice became an adult. Ice was crushed when Seni died, due to not having her real parents being around. Ever since Seni told her about her parents, Ice swore to track down her mother's grave and also her father. This quest most likely will only bring hurt and sadness, because no one knows where her father ever went. Also, Rose didn't really have any friends, and Tremor was her only love. No one was really close to her, so nobody would have any idea of where she is. This is a touchy subject for her, so I wouldn't talk about this.
▶ Ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌ Ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ: ◀ Ice is a slender, feminine looking female that actually looks quite delicate. Her figure is small as well as petite, yet coated with a sinewy layer of muscle. Most cannot see it, giving her the advantage of the unknown in a fight. Her ears are pointed and averagely sized, not having any hair on the insides to block out her hearing. Ice's eyes are large and wide, who's hue in a soft blue that is quite distinctive. Her eyes are framed by large, long lashes who are black. Ice's legs are long and also slender, good for running. One of her legs has a small scar about two inches long and a couple centimeters long. In a fight, it is a grave weakness for if you bite it, that legs would buckle.

Her pelt is white, long, and silky. It is good in the winter, protecting Ice against harsh winds as well as snow. Also, in the snow, it is pretty good camouflage. On her left ankle, there is a small spot of grey and black. It is the only spot that wasn't snow white. Ice's head is triangular. Also her snout is long and slim. Ice's paw's are a little larger than normal, and her paw pads are rough and black. Their roughness protects her feet feom hard, sharp objects such as rocks. Her claws are small but sharp and colored black. Ice's teeth are white and sharp, good for tearing through things. Her tail is long and the fur that covers it is very thick: The trait of that was passed down from Rose's mother, to Rose, to Ice. When she is sad, you can see it brushing the ground between her legs. For Ice, this is an act of submission. Usually, her tail droops when she is sad or mourning.
▶ Ｏｔｈｅｒ: ◀ Ice has an extreme fear of heights, and most rocky cliffs. She is an exceptional swimmer, and has powerful hunting and tracking abilities.

▶ Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ: ◀ s t o n e
▶ Ｌｅｖｅｌ ｏｆ Ａｃｔｉｖｉｔｙ: ◀ I get on a couple times every day. About 4-5 hours a day.
▶ Ｒｏｌｅｐｌａｙ Ｓａｍｐｌｅ: ◀ Not my best post, by far, but somewhat average for me.

Kassandra looked at Cady, then Cyd. Kassi wanted to scream at them to calm the hell down, but what what would that help? Nothing. The girl felt raking her claws down something, frustrated and tired if saying words that no one listened to. Emmett uttered for her to leave, and anger rose inside of her. Kassandra Veare was not a lap dog, doing whatever the male said! No, the blonde was anything but that, very stubborn. But then, Kassandra looked up, to say some nasty retort, when Kassi saw something in those dark, dark eyes. Not possessive, but protective. Kassandra had never been protected in her life, even as a child. This brought back terrible memories, pushed back as far in her mind as possible. Oh no. Thought Kassandra, then everything around her vanished.

It was a cold winter night, snow falling thickly on the ground. It coated all the other large houses like a dream, everyone but Kassi's. Kassandra's house was nothing but a painfully small cottage, if not a shack. The blonde child's pace quickened as she heard her father, already as drunk as could be, along with the taunts of the schoolchildren rising behind her like a tidal wave, about to break. Flat out sprinting now, young Kassi made it to the house right as the comments got worse, though the cardboard walls and the styrofoam roof didn't help nearly enough. A meager fire was lit in the corner in a trash can, hobo style. Hugging herself, Kassandra wished for a lot of things, a better life, home, and father. But if the girl could have one wish, Kassi would make her mother alive again. After the death of Kassandra's mother, which apparently was her fault even though the blonde child didn't do anything, her father began to drink his troubles away after nothing else worked. The room always felt warmer and more homey and warm with Kassandra's mother singing the song of a lullaby into her ear. But not everyone got their wishes granted. Beckoning the girl with a broken beer bottle, Kassi's father said slurrily, "Now time for today's life lesson." Then, the man rose the bottle, and began to strike the girl.

A small gasp rose from Kassi's mouth, and her lashes fluttered as she tried to get a grasp on reality. Father wasn't here. No pain, glass, or bruises. No more words that hurt nearly as much as her father's punches. Head down, breath coming fast and shallow, the blonde girl nodded, quickly shifting, then walking through the forest."I need to get away. Now."

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▶ Ｎａｍｅ: ◀ t r e m o r wнιcн rips through the ground.
"My father wanted me to carry on his cursed name, marking me for the rest of my life."
▶ Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ: ◀ Male
"I thought that was a bit more obvious."
▶ Ａｇｅ: ◀ 2 years of age
"A bit young, I know."
▶ Ｆａｍｉｌｙ: ◀ All dead, except Ice. Read history for a better explanation.
▶ Ａｌｌｅｇｉａｎｃｅ: ◀ Tremor is a proud Warrior.
▶ Ｃｒｕｓｈ: ◀ Ivy. Though he denies it, he has strong feelings for the beautiful wolf.
▶ Ｍａｔｅ: ◀ No mate as of now.
▶ Ｐｕｐｓ: ◀ No pups as of now.
▶ Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ: ◀ W.ork I.n P.rogress
General Personality
Tremor is naturally quiet. He watches from afar, chips in when necessary. The male is not one to be messed with, for he will retaliate in every way possible.
To A Crush
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As A Spouse

As A Father
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As A Friend
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As A Packmate
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As An Enemy
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▶ Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ: ◀ Like his unknown sister, Ice, the male's history is not a bed of roses. Probably even worse. As a pup, Tremor was taken from Rose, to another fae that the father had been seeing secretly. This far was cruel, mean, and possessive, and immediantly took Tremor as her own pup. Her name was Thorne. The pair scoffed at Rose's name, cursing her and the white pup. Secretly, Thorne envied Rose for seeing her before herself, making her green with envy. As I said before, Thorne is very possessive.

The dark pup wriggled at my stomach, and sucked greedily at my milk. My other litter from some loner had died, but MY pup needed the nutrients. Rose was lucky I didn't kill her for trying to be the mother of MY pup and the mate of his father. A laugh ripped from my teeth at the very thought. Then, he came. Tremor Senior was only known as 'him', and 'the father'. Tremor was the name of his pup. Stalking forward, my mate gave me a large plump rabbit, lighting up a smirk on my face. "Your so talented." I said, love filling every word in my voice. The male nodded, coldly staring at the pup. "When will he be ready to run with us?" All of these trees are making me claustrophobic." Nodding quickly, I said, "Soon, my mate, soon."

After a month, Tremor was weened, and started eating real food. He always looked to his 'parents' and cruel evil creatures sent from hell to torture him. More like a slave driver than a father. But Tremor was far too afraid to do anything than what his father told him, fearing he would be removed from the so called family. They made him fetch the food while they stood back and grew lazy and fat. It was maddening, this work. A couple times, Tremor thought of escaping. But then, he figured that his father would hunting him down, and kill him the spot. Fantasies grew in the mind of the young wolf, of having a real family, friends, as well as a pack to call his own. Some even had Tremor with a beautiful female for a mate. But these dreams where brushed aside and alled for what they where; dreams. But, after a year or so of traveling the forest, the threesome found a place that was suitable. Little did they know, a nearby pack was located just a few miles away.

"I like this place. Plenty of prey, no other wolves to bother us. And, I have a son to "help" us." Even the father knew what he was doing to his own son; that made it all better. The Red coat of Thorne trotted into the clearing. A greedy and malicious grin light up her face, knowing that she didn't hav to do anything while her son worked himself to death. Standing on a large boulder, the father howled to the moon, saying for all to hear, "I claim this territory in the name of the THREESOME!" Not even a pack name. Tremor winced as his father spoke, but then pain shot up through his shoulder. Turning sharply, Tremor saw Thorne sinking her teeth into his shoulder to form what would be a scar. "Get back to work. Only I deserve the privelige of hearing your father's voice." Noding quickly as blood dripped from his shoulder, Tremor resumed working.

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A howl shot through the night as Tree raced along the edge of her territory. Coming to a halt, the pack-wolf stopped. Through the trees where three wolves, two black, one red. I gasped, horrified, as the mother bit ino the young, snarling for him to move more quickly. These wolves where going to be trouble. This suspicion was confirmed when the Alpha of the 'Threesome' held a killed mouse, and started spreading the blood. He was clearly marking the territory. Running backwards as the male approached me, he marked almost 20 meters into our territory. And the mother continued to beat the child. Seeing me hiding in the bushes, the male grinned evilly. Gathering my courage, I growled, This is our land." The smile only grew wider at my response. The male said to me, "Well, it's mine now. Hunt here and you die." I turned on my heel and raced back to camp. No one messes with the Alpha Female's daughter.

Needless to say, there was a fight. The Threesome didn't stand a chance. Wanting to spare Tremor, they took him into the pack. Many wolves grew paranoid of him, thinking he might try to innish his father's work from inside the pack. Soon enough, the pack dissolved. Many became rouges or loners, but Tremor went in search of a new home. Soon, he found the pack that he is in now. It was everything he ever dreamed of, and more! Tremor never anyone his history, so they wouldn't discriminate against the male.
▶ Ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌ Ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ: ◀ Intimidating. Handsome. Large. All of these words have been used to describe Tremor.

For starters, Tremor is extremely large. He is almost the biggest wolf in the pack, being beat out only by his Alpha. Every inch of him is filled with thick, sinewy muscle that was formed after his apprenticeship. This thick layer can be seen rippling under a layer of skin, as well as his pelt. This provides a lot of where the male's power as well as strength in battle comes from. Tremor was meant to jump, climb, and run. However, sometimes his size limits him in battle. But the male ha never been known as bulky, in any way. The male's paws are large as well, balancing his bodpoput to he will not fall. The make is surprisingly balanced, able to manuver on the smaller of rocks. Like his sister, Tremor has long limbs, made to fly over hard bits of stone and ground. The male's claws are very long, thick, and sharp. They can cut through layers of flesh and muscle, when Tremor wants them to. Tremor's eyes are a deep, endearing, dark brown, almost black, colored with bits of gold flecks towards the middle. Unlike Ice's, Tremor always keeps his emotions out of his eyes, and keeps himself guarded. His eyes are framed by thick but short lashes, complementing his eyes deeply. The male's head is triangular, with ears that are also triangular. He does not have any hair on the inside, as to this would limit Tremor's hearing.

Tremor's pelt is the darkest of black, like pure night. In there is some chocolately brown, mixed in. His pelt is short but still warm, soft but shiny. Bits of white dots the male's neck, as well as his shoulders. This is not from old age, only from his natural pelt markings. This is probably the only light marking over all of Tremor. A half-moon crescent scar lines the wolf's shoulder. In battle, this could hurt the black wolf, but not so severely that it would cripple him. Tremor's tail is long, with black fur densely covering it. An aggressive movement for the male, traditionally, would be to loom over the apposing wolf, teeth bared, hackles raised, accompanied by a ferocious, threatening growl. A submissive movement would be to touch the ground in front of the wolf, with a nod of submission.
▶ Ｏｔｈｅｒ: ◀ This male can get extremely fierce if threatened. He is mildly afraid of heights, and has a pretty large amount of strength. He is a terrible swimmer, but is a rather good fighter.

▶ Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ: ◀ s t o n e
▶ Ｌｅｖｅｌ ｏｆ Ａｃｔｉｖｉｔｙ: ◀ 4-5 hours a day.
▶ Ｒｏｌｅｐｌａｙ Ｓａｍｐｌｅ: ◀ Above. ;3

This is way to hard to understand. Sorry and it's not the proper form))

[Neozoo800]

Joining form:

Username: Ginga d weed
Name: (of wolf) Nala the pup
Age: 3 weeks
Gender: female
Personality: I am shy with other wolves after what had happened to my family. It takes me a while to trust someone but once I trust you, I will always stay by your side.
History: My family was killed by a fire
Crush:
Mate:
Pups:
Rank:(You can't just put yourself as leader!) pup
Wanted rank: pup
Other:
Picture:(Anime or real wolves only please)

((Accepted))

[supernatural-rocks]

Nala the pup

I slowly walked to my cave, limping on my back right foot where I had been burned from the fire that killed my family. Once I got into the shelter of the cave I lay down licking the blood off of my paws. My coat was covered in mud and dirt you could hardly see what color my coat was. After licking the blood off of my paws I painfully laid my head down, and closed my eyes.


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[lillydaisy1120]

Ugh great... *he went to the forest and found a bunch of flowers and brought them to her with an undeniably cute look on his face* here *he said muffles through the flowers