The Canton Pack {Open}

[dodobird959]

Talia Crush on Cathal * Underwater * Determined but frightened *

Talia's heart beat slowed as the lack of oxygen pressed down on her shoulders, her lungs felt like empty balloons. Unable to get air, she knew survival chances were slim. It's Possible... She thought to herself I can... Survive Her eyes flicked open, though they were little use in the murky water. She lashed out her claws, thrashing around as they sliced through the mud-water.

In a moment she calmed down, knowing thrashing and twisting around wouldn't do any good. She floated underwater limp for a moment before kicking her hind legs and pawing above her with her fore paws. Leaning them slightly more in front of her slowly propelled her up, about and inch every half minute.

The seconds were going fast, each few that passed came along with a heart beat as the rate slowed

Linnion No love interest * In water * worried*

Linnion leaned back with another howl, replying to his alpha, asking if he should come, stay where he was, or do any other order Cathal would like him to do. He glanced around, desperate to see one of his pack mates. None. Where were they? He recognized the howls, knowing who made them and where they were.

[❄ winter is coming ❄]

[I'll join, just writing out my form right now]

[❄ winter is coming ❄]

Name:
" Call me Sky "

Gender:
" I'm a Fea "
[female]

Age:
" Why ask? "
Sky is four years and two months.

Rank Requested:
" Anything that'll fit my nature, but for now A fighter "

Mentor/Apprentice:

Appearance:
" Look at me then huh? "
Sky has a slender posture with muscles where there needed, such as round her shoulders or hinds. Giving her a somewhat advantage within 'fighting' Her gaze is a odd murky teal hue, with shades of Blue and green centered around the pupil. Her coat on another matter is a right jumble. It has shades of white to black in it, though it mostly looks a light grayish colour. She might even seem 'pretty' But she doubts this. Her canines are sharp like most wolves giving her a killer bite to her attack.


Personality:
"I'm sure if you maybe talked to me you would find out? "
Sky is a sociable wolf, loving to have some kind of company. Though she does like time to herself, witch leads to the next part in her story. Sky has the odd 'now and then' habit of staring into plane space. Well, that 'space' normally means in the distance. Letting her imagination flicking in, but mostly at Night is her best hour where the stars come alive with voices. Well. Not to be exact but, her mother always told her that the stars where ancestors. Sky gained her name from following in her mothers words and staring at the 'sky'. Listening to 'Grate elders of the past' natter on about there knowledge might seem boring but it has led Sky so far into the world of fighting no one has noticed yet. She puts others before her, making sure the pack is safer even without her. Sky is one who will get snappy to those who don't take her word, She isn't one to back down to a challenge. Sky can be aggressive at times needed and she's always up for the 'now and then' challenge.


History:
" Who cares? It's only me "

Other: Nope

Role-played By: Winter wonderland or call me Winter x.x

[love lucy]

{ Decided to check this out, again, may I join using my own form? }

[Cakewalk]

((In the future where do you intend on having this roleplay go?))

{Sorry for not being here all that much. I'm going to try and keep this active now. We can go wherever you want to go in the future.

And yes, you may use your own form. }

[love lucy]

.: Name :.
Anaka
.: Age :.
2 & 1/2 yrs.
.: Gender :.
Fae:Female
.: Rank :.
Loner.
.: Pack :.
None.

.: Personality :.
She is very sarcastic, stubborn, like. Because of how she lived before she changed her good nature for a very seclusive one around other wolves. However, when she opens up to you she can really change onto a loving, caring fae, that was only showing a facade. She is also very protective of her pack, and although being a little small looking than the rest, she is a very fierce fighter.
.: History :.
She was born into another normal pack. She was the third of five pups born that spring, and she was the smallest and weakest one of all. Even when the odds of her surviving weren't in her favor for a few days, she was steady enough to get on her paws and annoy the heck out of everyone. She didn't spend much time around her other siblings since she liked to trail clumsily behind her older brothers, Wolfy and Langa, who loved her and gave her a good tickle fight.

Anaka was always a pretty shy pup, so she liked to keep on after her brothers than make friends. When she was about three months old, hunters were sighted near and the older wolves went to investigate, leaving the elders, pups, and pup-sitters behind. But they didn't know there were more heading to camp. While the hunters and their dogs destroyed everything in their path, little Anaka was trying to follow her brothers' scent. But it wasn't much until she was cornered by a dog and the fire that the hunter's ignited. And there was no one to help her. Trying to run, she earned a long gash on her underbelly by her pursuer, and she had no escape. Before Langa and Wolfy emerged out of nowhere to scare the beast away and save her life, she'd heard her mother's wailing and her father's distant howl. A howl filled with worry, sadness, fear, and gun-shots. Then she was dragged off into the night by her brothers, and she no longer heard of her parents never again.

The next morning, when her brothers brought her back to camp after hours of extensive pleading, she felt part of her soul die. There was nothing left except the ashes that flew and layed scattered by the wind, and the remaining logs that were not completely eaten by the fire because of a sudden spring rain. A stray tear went down her face and her brothers mourned in silence behind her.

For months they took care of themselves, living together, teaching each other, and depending on the other. She grew into a teen, learned to hunt, and joined a pack with her brothers. Fell in love. And he loved her back. His name was Nanook and he meant everything to her as well as she did to him.

They became mates at the very young age and she couldn't have been happier. On a troublesome day she found a pup and adopted him. The pup was very young and had been abandoned, so she and Nanook took him in. However, she didn't know what was to strike after. Just a few days after the pup had finally settled, a rouge pack attacked them, killing the pup before Nanook or Anaka had a chance to do anything.

After the battle to retain their pack lands, both Nanook and Anaka were so devastated, they slowly drifted apart from each other. There love wasn't as strong as they imagined and so Anaka and her brothers left, determined to find another place. Once in another pack her brothers fell in love. And she didn't want to take them away for her unhappiness there, since she was ignored. The next morning she was gone and making her way around, looking for the pack that best suited her.
.: Fears :.
Hurting as she did before.

.: Looks Description :.
She is smaller than the average fae. She is usually seen as an unsuitable opponent because of her size, but she's quick, and knows how to hunt so easily as by skipping. Anaka has dark-blue grey eyes which are framed by a soft coat of white fur, that grows along her body as fluffy spines. Her hair makes her look taller when she's mad, and her ears, when flicked back, you can see a dotted pattern on the insides. A long tails swooshes behind her, lifting dust. From the incident with the dogs she has a scar on the lower part of her belly.

Her parents dead, and her brothers happily settled.


.: Crush :.
None.
.: Mate :.
Definitely not.
.: Pups :.
Not sure.

[Cakewalk]

{Accepted!}

[Cakewalk]

CaThAl

Male || Alpha || Five Years Old || Alone

Cathal heard the howl that echoed out across the land, recognizing the voice of Linnion. Good. He was safe, though far away. He tilted his head back once more, calling to him, telling him to stay where he was. Cathal didn't need anymore wolves risking their lives. He needed to keep as much of his pack safe that he could. He heard the barking soon after and saw the dark shape of another wolf in front of him. The rain had drained out any source of scent, and the alpha was left to continue his path toward the shape, finally making out enough details to tell that this was Blitz and not some stranger that had intruded on his land. "Get to higher ground," he barked as he flew passed the male, glancing back to make sure Maleno was still close behind. She was, though struggling, and Cathal had a moment of wondering if it had been right to bring anyone along with him. His thoughts were distracted by something else. The fat rain drops had become fewer as they fell to earth. The rain was letting up, though the territory was still flooded and not everyone had been found. Soon, he was making his way through water that ended at the top of his legs, forcing his body through the deep current.

ѕуℓαи

Female || Scout || Three Years Old || Alone

Sylan heard a howl somewhere off to her left. A very close howl, at that. It belonged to a male from the pack (Linnion), though she couldn't quite recall his name, and she began to wonder if he was safe or if he was stuck. The howl had made it seem like he was perfectly okay, but Sylan wanted to make sure. She trotted through the trees, sinking into the mud with each step, though safe on high ground, and picked her way toward him, finally seeing the shape of the male on an incline, his coat as wet as hers. He was familiar, with his black coat and cold eyes, and Sylan kept moving toward him. "Are you alright?" she called out. Even if he appeared okay, something could be amiss.[/quote]

[love lucy]

{ How can I start? Short recap to know what's going on, please. }

[Cakewalk]

{Certainly. A huge storm has come to the Canton territory, and it has flooded the river and surrounding area. The terrain is treacherous, and it's difficult to get to high ground, as there's so much water, it's washing it away. Cathal, Chet, Maleno, and Elanor have gone out in search of the missing wolves. Sylan is on higher ground and trying to wait out the storm. Talia is in the river, attempting to safe herself from drowning, though it's not going so well. }