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[that one girl.]

--_ Hello, I was just wondering if I could reserve a male and female spot? My forms are almost complete. They'll be finished later today. If there is any question to which I don't have that much experience, I've been on here before and I deleted my account, however I couldn't stay away. Trust me when I say I can three lines and much more. And one more thing, I might not be able to get on that much, is this okay? Thanks! _--

[mikhailo]

((that one girl. - Sure :]))

[MalleusGrey]

((bump! ^^ any loners/omegas/wolves on patrol open to run into August?? :3))

[silverfox.]

{I have Laken open & Kaylar.}

[BlackadderKat]

(( I have Orix open c: ))

[R0be0]

[[ Can I reserve two males please? One a fighter and the other a loner. ]]

[mikhailo]

((I am bored ;-; anyone open?))

[R0be0]

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on тнe ѕυrғace

Full Name:

Fabled Hoax

Nickname:

Hoax

Gender:

Male.

Age:

6 Yrs.

Rank Wanted:

Fighter.

Rank Recieved:

N/A

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looĸιng aт a reғlecтιon

Coat Color:

Black, with faded white around the face.

Eye Color:

Brown.

Body Description:

Bulky.

Over all:

Hoax is a semi-large and bulky wolf. His fur is brittle and gives him the look that he is older than he actually is. His fur is a light black, almost a dark brown and has white fleckes in it. The most noticeable is the faded white around his muzzle and nose bridge. His eyes are a dark cow-brown.

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Personality:

Hoax is a open and friendly wolf, always wanting to be with others. He is a good listener and will make sure that if you have to listen to him, he'll listen to you. He's not someone to jump into a fight either, and usually rathers for things to be talked out than with violence. He's not too much of a romantic and would rather just be friends with wolves rather than be anything more serious. He has a major distrust in humans though and hates them with all his being.

History:

WIP.

Likes:

Hunting, Exploring, Socializing, Patrolling, Friendly Wolves.

Dislikes/Fears:

Humans, Being Alone, Nasty Wolves, Fighting, Tough Meat, Deep Water.

Family:

Mother - Jen. (Deceased.)
Father - Ricki (Loner / Alive.)
Brothers - Mitch (Deceased) & Jorgi. (Loner / Alive.)

Pack Or Loner:

Pack.

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can yoυ ғeel тнe love

Mate:

N/A

Crush:

N/A

Secret Crush:

N/A

Pups:

N/A

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Other:

Nothing.

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on тнe ѕυrғace

Full Name:

Claws of Thorn

Nickname:

Thorn

Gender:

Male.

Age:

3 Yrs.

Rank Wanted:

Loner.

Rank Recieved:

N/A

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looĸιng aт a reғlecтιon

Coat Color:

White.

Eye Color:

Grey.

Body Description:

Slender.

Over all:

A slender small-ish wolf is Thorn. He has a thick white coat that comes in handy in the winter months but is killer in the summer. He isn't a huge wolf and is slightly under-sized for a wolf his age. His eyes are a light grey that from a distance almost look like they're white.

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Personality:

Thorn is a very sly, and mysterious wolf. He rarely comes out in the day and during the night likes to stick in the shadows to remain away from others. He has a daughting expression always on his face, as if he's cold and distant, unaware of his surroundings. He opens his heart to a rare few and those get to see his more warming side. Regardless of your standing with him if you ever meet him he's quite formal and blunt.

History:

WIP

Likes:

Being Alone, Night Hunting, Foxes, Sparrow Meat, Swimming.

Dislikes/Fears:

Crowds, Badgers, Humans, Traps (from Humans), Heights.

Family:

Unknown. He was orphaned and found and raised by a male fox named Felix (Deceased).

Pack Or Loner:

Loner.

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can yoυ ғeel тнe love

Mate:

N/A

Crush:

N/A

Secret Crush:

N/A

Pups:

N/A

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Other:

Nothing.

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on тнe ѕυrғace

Full Name:

Isabel

Nickname:

N/A

Gender:

Female.

Age:

4 Yrs.

Rank Wanted:

Scout.

Rank Recieved:

N/A

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looĸιng aт a reғlecтιon

Coat Color:

Red-Ginger.

Eye Color:

Amber.

Body Description:

Sleek and Small.

Over all:

Isabel is a small and slender wolf, making her quite sleek and agile. Her fur is a light ginger-red color, with some white and light brown mixed into it all. Her fur is very thin making her easily cold in the winter months, but fair in the summer months. Her eyes are a darkened amber, a almost yellow-ish brown color.

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Personality:

Outgoing, determined and stubborn Isabel is like a little ball of fire, which will just march through people without a care in the world. She usually likes to make her opinions known and if you don't like them, well she doesn't really care. She always needs to be doing something and just sitting around relaxing isn't a option for her. She does enjoy fighting, but she's more of a playful fighter for fun, than a serious bloodshed fighter. Once this fae sets her mind to something there's no shaking it off.

History:

WIP

Likes:

Running, Swimming, Hunting, Fighting, When others Agree with her.

Dislikes/Fears:

Lightning, Fire, Boredom, Boring Wolves, Pups.

Family:

Mother - Beatrice. (Alive / Taken by Humans.)
Father - Unknown.
Half-Sister - Lyric. (Alive / Taken by Humans.)

Pack Or Loner:

Pack.

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can yoυ ғeel тнe love

Mate:

N/A

Crush:

N/A

Secret Crush:

N/A

Pups:

N/A

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Nothing.

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on тнe ѕυrғace

Full Name:

Blast of the Fire Magi

Nickname:

Magi

Gender:

Female.

Age:

2 Yrs.

Rank Wanted:

Hunter.

Rank Recieved:

N/A

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looĸιng aт a reғlecтιon

Coat Color:

Orange-ish, Black, & White.

Eye Color:

Very dark Brown.

Body Description:

Tall and Slender.

Over all:

Magi is a Maned wolf, meaning that she's a lot taller and lankier than other wolves. Her fur is like a small man running down her back, this fur is black, however the rest of her is a darkish orange color and white. Her eyes could easily be mistaken as black from a distance but they're actually very dark brown.

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Personality:

Clumsy, agreeable, and passive Magi is a bit of a push-over. She's usually very sweet and gentle, but usually messes up on the simplest of tasks making her quite clumsy and forgetful. She's a great friend and someone that would go to great lengths to protect those that are close to her, at the same time she hates fighting and thinks that anyone who enjoyes it is crazy. Someone that you would want to talk to when you're down, she's always ready to listen.

History:

WIP

Likes:

Friends, Peacefulness, Hunting, Romance, A good Story/Tale.

Dislikes/Fears:

Fighting, War, Cars, Cages, Cotton-Candy (yes she ate it before while she was in the zoo and it made her very sick.)

Family:

All Unknown.

Pack Or Loner:

Pack.

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can yoυ ғeel тнe love

Mate:

N/A

Crush:

N/A

Secret Crush:

N/A

Pups:

N/A

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Other:

She was born and raised in a zoo. She escaped when she was one year old.

[MalleusGrey]

Leaning forward even more, the young fae was intrigued. They were such an ordered unit; so together and yet so relaxed. She only longed for that kind of interaction. Little did she know that she was slowly slipping... A sharp crunch sounded, and a lump of rock, at least one meter across fell down into the valley below. August let out a sharp squeal as she leaped backwards, falling head over heels in a pile of panicked fur. Her first thought wasn't for her health but for the fact that the falling rock may have injured a future pack-member and even if not they definitely would have seen it and sent fighters to investigate. And they would've heard her squeal. The fae brought herself to her feet, but shortly collapsed down again. A shock of pain sent its way up her front leg, and as she looked down it began to swell. In defeat, August stretched out on the floor and waited for the attacks to come. She closed her eyes...

((Anybody, feel free to come and check out what's going on ^^))

[BlackadderKat]

| Albiorix |

A sharp squeal snapped Orix out of his slumber. His burnt rust coloured eyes shot open and her was immediately on his feet. The crash and crumble of rocks rolling down the alpha's hill and Orix had to fight the urge to groan that someone had done something idiotic. Again. But then his eyes were drawn upwards and he spotted a large tuft of brown fur that still clung to the side of the rock face. Seeing as the alpha was busy, Orix started off in a long militant gait. Covering ground quickly he weaved in and out of tall trees, going round to the back of the small cliff behind alpha hill. A strange, but unusually pleasant scent met his nose as he came into view of a fae...sleeping?