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[Ƥɛтαℓƨ]

Destiny
Her fur blew in the breeze, " Go ahead take me too the alpha" She snarled showing all of her teeth " He will see me as no threat, only you see me as a threat, but that is only because you let people get to you way to easily. You see you don't intimidate me because I don't let you intimidate me. That is what smart wolves do." She said with a smirk on her face

[swiftwolf]

[center]
Lead Fighter|Brute|Between the Valley and Forest|

Raiden snarled at what she said. His eyes got a kind of cold fire in them, and he snapped the air in between them. That really got to him. Mostly because it was true. But she didn't know him, his history, how her words affected him. The way he was brought up he was forcefully made to intimidate others. His tail ruffled and stood strait out as he turned. "Follow me." he said gruffly, obviously defeated by her words.

[mikhailo]

~ Justine ~

Justine looked at Destiny and Raiden. She didn't recognize Destiny. She growled and made her way to them. "Who are you?" Justine asked when she saw Destiny.

[Cakewalk]

{The Basics}
Name:[Lamia {Lahm-yuh}]
Nickname{s}:[None]
Gender:[Female]
Age:[Six Years Old]
Rank:[Omega]
Rank Wanted:[Apathetic]
{Some More About Me}
Description:[ Lamia has a very ragged appearance. She's bigger than the average female gray wolf, but her legs are long and skinny, and her body looks larger because of the fluff. She never grooms, so her fur is always messy and often covered with fleas. Her body is riddled with scars from the various fights she's been in, making her look tough, as well as crazy. The most noticeable scar is the one across her right eye. She has a long, fluffy tail that lightens to its tip. Her left eye is a bright blue, while her right is no longer in her face.]
Personality:[ Lamia’s personality was severely affected by the disease she caught. Before, she was a determined wolf with a stubborn streak, though she held a deep sadness from everything that had happened with her family. She was more mature than a yearling should have been and far happier than a wolf who had gone through what she had. She buried her emotions.

Now, however, that happiness is gone. What is left of Lamia is a hollow shell. Her emotions are still hidden deep inside of her, but she no longer has the ability to pull many of them up. Happiness is a struggle for her, though depression and anger come easily enough. The strong emotions tend to break through the façade she’s worn over her years. There may be some determination in the wolf, as she does what she wants to and helps the pack when she can, but most of the time, her good eye looks lost.

Lamia sometimes forgets where she is or what she’s doing. Her short term memory was drastically reduced, and she must repeat what she wants to get done if something is commanded of her, but she can forget even that. Sometimes, she can be found wandering through the territory, vacant, not having a clue what she was supposed to be doing. Memories of the past feel like yesterday to her, and she is constantly living out what happened between her and her mother, which gives her an almost hopeless look.

The female is usually found talking to herself when alone, though to her, she isn’t alone. Her mind causes her to see ghosts of family and strangers, whom she can talk to. Talking to her mother puts her in a bad mood, as she criticizes Lamia and pushes guilt onto her shoulders for what happened. Her siblings put her in a better mood, and when she sees them, she’s more likely to remember what you want her to do. In her right mind, Lamia is a hard worker. She loves her pack and easily keeps track of the wolves in the pack. She’s an amazing listener, but not a great talker. Her hunting and fighting skills are only so-so, and perhaps the only reason she’s still in the pack is her sense of smell. Her smelling ability is far above the average canine. Unfortunately, this is balanced out with her vision. While one eye is gone, the other sees the world in a blurry state, able to make out shapes and colors more than detail. Looking at someone from far away is the only way she can tell who it is that’s approaching. Their voice is a good hint when they’re close.

Usually, she’s a friendly wolf who treats every wolf in the pack like a friend. She would fight for any one of them and believes she loves all of them (though her feelings are not reliable anymore). On bad days, she’ll snap at those she called friends the day before, but will remember nothing of it the next day. If confronted, she will apologize and agree that she did something wrong, as she’s aware (somewhat) of her condition. Try to talk her out of the ghosts, and you’ll face the stubborn wolf of her past.]
History:[ Lamia was the first of six puppies to arrive to her mother and father, and she was the largest and healthiest of them. After her came two boys, Claud, the smallest of the pups who died right after birth because of his twisted legs, and Ablendan. Next came the other three girls, Desdemona, Dallan, and Tamal. Not wanting to have had any puppies, their mother, Shirin, named them with the worst names she could think of (each mean something negative). Their father, however, was not so unforgiving. He immediately began protecting the puppies from their own mother, talking her into nursing them and keeping them warm, but this is all she would do.

Tarren tried and tried to get his mate to love their new additions, but she couldn’t. A few months into their life, Shirin grew tired of the incessant bickering from her mate and killed him before he knew what was happening, leaving the five puppies alone with their mother. Lamia strived to get her mother to notice her, being so young and vulnerable, so she worked to teach herself what she needed to know. Hunting and fighting came slowly, but as she grew bigger, she began to learn life skills, and she taught them to her siblings as they came to her. But Shirin never took notice of her pups, never showing affection or even care.

The five celebrated their first birthday in silence, realizing that they had become strong enough to leave their apathetic mother. Carefully, they began to sneak away, knowing that Shirin could grow angry in a split second. All but Lamia began to leave. Shirin woke to find her daughter alone in the dark, and she rushed after her kin, tracking them down by their scent with a worried Lamia galloping along behind her. She came to them and lunged toward the first, killing Ablendan before he could turn around. Lamia pleaded as her mother leapt toward Dallan and began to fight when she was making her way for Desdemona. Soon, only she and Tamal stood strong. Lamia took a chance and leapt at her mother’s throat while Tamal had her by the tail, and she struck firmly, sinking her teeth in and ending the life before Shirin could escape.

Both she and her sister were wounded, but they picked themselves up and fled the scene, not liking the feel of their mother’s dead eyes staring at them. Tamal dropped before Lamia, passing out from exhaustion. The little female watched helplessly as her sister bled into the grass. She watched until she herself hit the ground, eyes rolling back into her skull. When she came to, Tamal was dead on the ground, and Lamia was left with a riddled pelt, one eye, and a broken heart.

Not knowing where to go or who to find, she began to tumble her way through the forest, not observant enough to catch food or warn away predators. A few weeks later, she stumbled into thepack accidentally. The wolves began to care for her, dressing her wounds and offering her food, which she accepted thankfully. Painful memories filled her mind, but she slowly recovered.

Soon, a disease rushed through the pack, hitting the female harder than most. It ravaged her body, taking all the strength out of her, and for days, it looked like she would slip away at any moment. It passed, slowly but surely, and she woke to a strangeness in her mind. Memories no longer resided with her, her thoughts were hard to gather, and she began to see apparitions which became her mother, her siblings, and other wolves who were strangers to her – ghosts, or, what her mind perceived as ghosts. Her thoughts never recovered, and she continues to live out her life with the Pack.]

{Wants, Fears, and the Like}

Likes:[Lamia enjoys the company of other wolves.]
Fears:[The wolf is afraid she’ll one day go completely blind and will be thrown out of the pack, left to wander the forests with her nose and ears.]
Goals for the Future:[Lamia has no goals for the future.]
{Love & Family}
Kin:[Her family is all deceased.]
Crush:[None]
Mate:[None]
Pups:[None]
{Other}
Lamia is very dependent on others and doesn't appreciate that fact. She can hunt small game and fight small wolves, but she's not skilled at either.

Name: Callow

Name Meaning: Young and inexperienced

Gender: Male

Age: Ten Months Old

Rank: Puppy

Appearance: For his age, Callow is rather tall, though very skinny. There is little muscle on his body. His big puppy eyes are a light gold and often hold the sadness from his parents' deaths in them, though he tries to hide it. He has a short tail and long legs, which make up most of the height. He has yet to grow into his paws and ears, and they look over-sized on him.

Personality: Callow is a friendly little wolf, who might care too much about the wolves around him. He works hard and is trying to find a place in the pack, but nothing seems quite right for the young male. He’s a social little guy, but will only speak if spoken to first and tends not to give away very much information on himself when talking. He doesn’t want anyone to feel sorry for him. In this way, he’s more mature than the wolves around him want to give him credit for. He still loves playing games, though, and can often be found loping through the Shi territory, tongue hanging from his mouth while he tries to chase down some rabbit or another playmate. Even after his parents’ death, Callow remained happy, and while he now worries about disease and has become more grounded from the experience, he’s still only a puppy with a puppy heart and the energy of a yearling.

History: Callow was born into the pack and watched as both of his parents were taken by the disease. Until that point, he had loved both his mother and father and had learned a lot from both of them. Fortunately for him, he was old enough when they passed to survive in the pack and continues to live out his life with the wolves he's grown up with.

[mikhailo]

((Accepted))

[Ƥɛтαℓƨ]

Destiny
" The names Destiny, why who are you? " she asked scanning the fae. The fae was a bit larger then she was a looked a bit stronger and healthier, she had to keep her eyes on this fae or she could rip her up.

[mikhailo]

~ Justine ~

She looked at the slightly smaller fae. "I'm Justine, the beta of this pack." She said, then added, "Why are you here?" She was hostile, and serious. She would protect this pack, and she didn't know this wolf.

[swiftwolf]

[center]
Lead Fighter|Brute| Valley|

Raiden nodded 'Hello' to Justine, the Beta. he continued to lead the way toward where he knew the alpha would be. He narrowed his eyes when the female openly gave her name to Justine. But she wouldn't tell me?! he snorted in agitation. But at the same time it amused him. he grinned lightly and shook his head. "Im bringing her to the Alpha." he reported to Justine.

[Cakewalk]

lค๓เค

{Female || Six Years Old || Omega}

Lamia had been awake all night, sitting alone at the edge of the pack's valley, far from other wolves and where she belonged. Her gray fur was as disheveled as it always was, creating the rugged appearance that marked Lamia as Lamia. Mud coated the lower half of her body from the recent rain the area had received, not that the female minded. She was focused on something else. Her head was tilted at a slight angle, allowing her only eye to look at whatever it was that sat in front of her. The female's lips moved quickly as she spoke to the thing in front of her in a fast, inaudible voice. Every once in a while, that eye would flit about the clearing, looking for any pack member that was approaching, even though the blue could only make out vague shapes. Really, it was her nose that she was relying on to tell her if someone was coming near her, though she was mistrusting of it this morning. What Lamia was focused on was not something that was really in existence. Her broken mind had created the brown wolf that stood in front of her. It had created what it was saying and what it was doing, though Lamia was left to believe in it whole-heartedly, making her seem crazy to most other members in the pack. Not that she knew. "Mother, I don't want to talk about this right now," she was whispering, a soft snarl springing to her black lips. "It's your own fault that you're dead." Her nose caught onto the strong scent of another wolf, but he was far enough away that she didn't need to worry. "You deserve to be where you are," Lamia growled, continuing to talk to the ghost. "I have never regretted the decision I made to end your life." That, of course, was a lie. Lamia lived daily with the guilt of having killed her mother, and while it had been the right thing to do, the wolf had trouble seeing it had been the best thing to do. Her siblings had still all died, leaving her alone to face the world. It all felt like yesterday instead of five years passed.

[ᴛʜᴇᴡᴏʟғ]

Kira...jpg

Name
•• Kira
Named after her grandmother, Akira. The most powerful Healer their pack had ever known. She had the powers of the moon in her paws when she worked. She was Kira's mentor before she died of old age. Though their training was short and she was young, Kira could tell the power of her grandmother just from her presence, and wishes to be just like her one day. ••
Age
•• Four years young ••
Gender
•• "You think I'm a brute? You must be blind."
It should be a little obvious, Kira is a fea, female, girl. Whatever you want to call it. She walks, talks and acts like a fea and doesn't like to be called otherwise. Her build is a tiny bit larger than a lot of feas, but only because of her past. Fighting takes muscles you know. ••
Ranking
•• Lead Healer
As a pup, before she got capture, Kira was granted the gift in healing. It just came to her naturally. When another wolf got hurt, she was always their to watch and learn from the other healers. She practiced them until perfection each day. Most of the time, healers are calm natured, sweet, gentle. All of that. But Kira was different. Yes she was a quiet pup, until somebody brought a dead mouse out. Despite her calm nature, Kira loved getting rough with the brute pups, tearing up the mice and playing keep away. But it somehow always ended in Kira having to leave for a healing, which she didn't mind of course. Healing is her passion and her duty and her life. ••
History
•• Once apon a time, Kira used to be a domestic wolf. When she was a pup, she was seized by humans and raised by a few pit bulls who taught her how to hunt and fight. They taught her how to fight for food by attacking her when she was fed once a week. Sometimes, she would loose and have her food taken by the pit. Other times her inner wolf took over. As soon as she reached adult hood she knew she could over power them. Her jaws were stronger, her claws were sharper and she was the attacker. During a fight for food, Kira easily killed one of the pits. The other three charger at her and cornered her, determined to avenge their friend. But Kira was ready for this. She killed the other three in front of the human's eyes. The humans were going to inject her with a sleeping vaccination, but when they opened the cage Kira attacked them too. Not killing them, but close to it. She ran into the woods, thankful she was out of their grasp, and found this pack. ••
Personality
•• Kira, despite her violent past, is more of a calm tempered wolf. She is very sweet and caring of others. She loves to help, so naturally she took on healing to give to her pack. Kira is loyal and faithful to her friends, pack and work. But, because of her past, when she is angry she can get violent. Kira tries not to lash out, but sometimes it’s just what happens. Most of the time though, she takes a walk to calm down. But don't let her calm personality fool you. If you mess with her pack or her friends, she will fight. She doesn't back down from a challenge unless it is utterly pointless. Kira will always have your back. ••
Fears
•• Loosing wolfs she love,
This fear has saved countless lives. Once, Kira's mother had gotten a nasty infection in her leg and was spreading quickly. Though their healer tried to help, she couldn't find a cure to the mysterious disease. Kira went into the forest, her mother's life hanging by and thread, and mixed all of the herbs she knew healed infections in desperation. She put the mixture on the wound and two days later, her mother was happy and healthy.
Being captured again,
Nothing was worse than being held captive by the humans. Nothing. Kira couldn't stand their scent or the way she was treated. Not that she expected to be treated like a queen or anything, but food more than once a week would have been nice.
Not being there to help.
Though she saved her mother, not all cases were lucky. The Beta's daughter had fallen ill once, which just happened to be her best friend. But this happened while Kira was traveling with a warrior to find herbs for the camp. She had to be gone for three days. Three days and her best friend died because the healers were gone. Kira had never felt such sorrow.••
Likes
•• Swimming, helping and healing, pups, flirty brutes ••
Dislikes
•• Disrespectful wolfs, or any animal, breaking promises, and random out brakes of illnesses ••
Crush
•• "Healers don't have time for all that chasing around! They should be working 24/7 to help the camp, not goo-goo eyeing brutes like the other feas," ••
Mate
•• "Ok, I must admit. Even though I gave that tiny rant a second ago, I do want a mate. It would be nice, ya know? And so would pups. But no, I don't have time for that. What am I thinking? No, just discard everything you just heard!" ••
Pups
•• "Oh, maybe one day. But of course I would have to have a mate first, but you should look above again to find my view on that..." ••
Other
•• nope ••


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David....jpg

Name
•• David
He got his name from the old legend of David and Goliath. His mother had heard it from a gang of hunters while she was carrying her litter, and found it quiet interesting. The story is of two towns back in the day. One of the towns had a giant threten the other town for slaves and had been doing this for many years. The smaller town had all it's warriors try and defeat the giant but all failed. Until one small shepherd boy, David, used his rock sling and unusually brought the giant down. Our David was born the smallest of his litter and so his mother named him, well David to state the obvious. ••
Age
•• Three years ••
Gender
•• "Brute, of course. I honestly doubt I look like a fea, wouldn't you agree?" ••
Ranking
•• "Warrior. A strong title for a strong wolf,"
David is large, though not the biggest, and tough, though not the strongest. But his heart is the biggest by far. He is loyal and will lay his life down for anybody in the pack. When his duties are present, his whole aura chances from fun and flirty to dangerous and protective. Despite his loving nature, David would take down a whole pack for his own ••
History
•• What's there to tell? David was raised in a pack a ways away and simply didn’t like it. They treated feas bad, didn't let him eat, even though he was the Alpha's son. So he left for an adventure. He encountered numerous bears, mountain lions and evil packs. David could easily kill the mountain lions, for he is very well built and large. He figured out how to trick the bears by running around in circles then dashing off, backtracking and turning randomly. But he couldn't deal with the other packs. One of them, that seemed nice at first, trapped him in a den for a week. So of course he left there too. But this pack seemed nice and unlike the other packs. David has decided to give this pack a try. ••
Personality
•• David is quite the ladies’ man. He is a very big flirt and flirts with every fea he encounters. But despite this he tries not to get too close, in fear he might break their poor hearts. But when David finds a fea he likes, he never gives up. He is a determined soul and fights for his pack. He is brave, ambitious and a risk taker. David will risk his own life to save a member of his pack, no matter what. His temper is small because he would rather joke around than fight. David is a protector. He will stand by your side and guard you with his life, no matter what••
Fears
•• Being attacked, killing a friend and thunder. Oh thunder is very scary ••
Likes
•• The feas, hunting and running ••
Dislikes
•• Disrespectful wolfs, bees and anybody who decided to mess with his pack ••
Crush
•• You never know with David. He likes to flirt with almost every fea he meets, but falls hard for only one. He will do anything for this fea, even die for her, even if she rejects him. ••
Mate
•• "Not yet, duties come first. But, a mate would be nice." ••
Pups
•• "Gah their so cute! I want them, but a mate and the pack comes first in my book." ••
Other
•• These picture were both edited by me, so please do not steal them. Thanks ••