The Balkan Forest [Wolf RP][Semi-Lit][Accepting]

[~Heart.:.Broken~]

(Thanks! Where do I start?)

(Aww gtg for tonight)

[Nialler.]

Name:
Snowstorm, due to her fluffy white coat.
Nickname:
Prefers to be called Snow
Gender:
Snow is a female and proud of it too.
Age:
Snowstorm is only three years young, still quite young if you ask me.
Breed:
Snow is what you call an artic wolf.
Rank:
She is only good at hutning therefore Snow is a hunter
Rank Desired:
Lead hunter
Base Fur Color:
Pure white
Under Fur Color:
Pure white
Markings, Scars:
Snowstorm has an unusual black marking under her front left paw, a love heart kind of shape.
Personality:
Snowstorm has a few good peaks to her personality, yet a few bad peaks too. First off she is a caring young fae, always there when other wolves need her. If you need someone to help you or just be there for you don't be afraid to go ask Snow. Secondly she is friendly, always loves to meet new wolves. She is the type of freind a wolf would want. Thirdly she is serious. Sure she has a few non serious moments, but all together Snowstorm is quite serious. Always getting to the point. Fourthly she is funny, always making wolves laugh. She hates to see wolves upset.
Family:
Snowstorm has one brother, Diablo. He is very different from her. Basically he is pitch black and Snow is pure white. Snowstorm has her mother, Lilian. She died when Snowstorm and Diablo were very young, from a sickness. Lilian had the same fur colour as Diablo, black. Then there is Lucifer, the father of Diablo and Snowstorm. He died when the two were about one year of age as a hunter killed him. He had the same fur colour as Snowstorm, pure white.
History:
Snowstorm and Diablo were born into a nice pack. Their mother and father were always there for them, and no dangers could get to the pups. Then when Snow and Diablo reached 4 months of age their mother Lilian died from a terrible sickness. This caused their father, Lucifer, to have a broken heart. But Lucifer stayed strong and cared for the pups up untill they reached one. Snow and Diablo were out with their father hunting, when an actual hunter shot Lucifer. Snow and Diablo couldn't take it without anyone there for them so they ran away.

After many days with no food or water they decided to go their seperate ways. that's when Snow found this place, and she lives her now. Very happily too.

(May make a form for Diablo later on x3)

[hounddogcopper]

[Accepted Silver Howl. Welcome to the Pack.

Heartbroken feel free to start wherever you want. Hawkwing is starting near the camp by the river and Twigleg is going to be out in grasslands. I'm working on both of their posts right now]

[hounddogcopper]

Hawkwing
I Brute I Testing the river ice I River Near Camp I

Hawkwing stretched his jaws in a wide yawn, his pink tongue curling into the roof of his mouth. As the morning sun peaked slowly over the horizon the camp was bathed in a warm light. Hawk stood and stretched, putting his white tipped paws in front of him he bowed down low to the ground before rising again and stretching each of his back legs behind him. He hadn't slept particularly well, though he suspected his lack of sleep had more to do with the constant worry he exerted over his pack.

Thoughts buzzed through his head like a million wasps returning to their hive, causing the brute to let out a short sigh. If sometimes wondered if he would be a better Alpha if his pack feared him the way the pack had always feared his father. He pushed the thoughts out of his mind with a shake of the head and exited the warmth of the den. Blinking sleepily he gazed around the clearing watching his pack begin to stir, in the early mornings light. He ran his tongue across him lips as he spied a pair of birds high in the trees. A useless hope as he could never catch them. Padding swiftly through the clearing he wove past the large boulders under which dens had been dug and trotted determinedly towards the river that flowed lazily by the packs campsite.

His paw-pads left little prints in the snow sheet that had covered the land overnight. His white-paws blended into the scenery very well during the snowy season. A single forlorn squirrel chattered angerly at him from the top of a green pinetree. He glared at the creature as his stomach let out a low rumble. Food had been scarce even during the best of the snow-seasons but the autumn fires had scared most of the large game out of the territories borders. Despite Hawks thick earthen-colored pelt his ribs were becoming more and more pronounced with each passing day and he couldn't help but wonder when it would all become to much. If he was hungry that was one thing but he couldn't stand the silent wails of him packmates as they went to bed hungry again.

Arriving at the edge of the trees Hawk snorted loudly as he found the river frozen. Padding foreword carefully he scrapped at the ice with both front paws trying to open a hole in the ice for drinking. After a few moments he gave up in this venture and leaned down to lap at some of the freshly fallen snow instead. It melted on his warm tongue making the brute feel even colder than he had felt before. Glancing at the river once again, he lifted a paw and rested it on the icy surface. He repeated this practice with his other three paws till he was standing in the middle of the ice. It creaked a bit under his weight but did not crack. Nonetheless. He thought to himself. I should warn the pack to be careful, we don't want anyone falling in.

Twigleg
I Brute I Sneaking Prey I Northern Field I

Twigleg's long roan-colored legs thundered across the white field sending flurries of snow flying in all directions. His heart thumped wildly in his chest as his pink tongue rolled out of the side of his mouth as he propelled himself foreword as fast as his legs would take him. His ice-blue eyes were locked onto him intended target, a small white hare. The hare raced ahead of the long-legged wolf turning sharply from one direction into another, in it's vain attempt at escape.

Twigleg's white teeth clamped into the hares hindquarters. Crimson blood welled on the hare's fur as the brute snapped his neck. He glanced fearfully from side to side scanning the horizon for any sign of life. The sun was beginning it's assent into the sky and the patrol would soon come by this area. Keeping his ears perked for any sound of approaching pawsteps he scarfed the hare down in a quick and noisy mess. The pack hadn't had much food lately and as an Omega he was expect to go without and seven sun-highs without food had gotten the better of the roan and beige brute. Finishing off the meal in mere seconds he quickly bounded away his white muzzle stained with blood.

[Nialler.]

S n o w s t o r m

{Mood: Lonely/Bored} {Location: In camp} {With: No one} {Love interest: No one}

The fae sat near a patch of grass, her tail was curled neatly around her two front paws. The way she looked could tell anyone she was bored, and even more she's lonely. She hasn't talked to anyone yet or made any friends, which she could use. Would there be anyone there that would like her for her? Or would she ju st be a complete lone wolf like in her old pack? There's only one way to find out. "Go talk to someone" she urged herself. She nodded, before lifting herself up onto her four paws. "Where should I start she murmered, gazing around the camp. No one. Dead. Where could they be? She set off, her tail swaying behind her as she pads away.

[hounddogcopper]

Hawkwing
I Brute I Testing the river ice I River Near Camp I

Hawks thick, black claws gripped uselessly against the river ice as he tried walking a bit further on it just to test how sturdy it really was. His emerald eyes glanced down at his paws as he put one paw in front of the other and slowly made his way from one end of the river to the other. Arriving on the other side of the bank he lifted his black nose into the air and inhaled deeply. Perking his ears he swiveled them around and he gazed carefully in all directions. Not a wiff of any prey. The same had been happening for the last three days in a row, the hunting party returning with only small scraps of meat barely enough to stifle the hunger of a pup.

The brown brute let out a sigh, his breath causing a white pillar of smoke to escape his lips. He turned back towards the frozen river and crossed its icy surface carefully. His paws trembled lightly as he felt movement beneath them, running his bushy tail across the surface he brushed away some of the snow and pressed his face close to the surface of the ice. The river's fish were swimming just beneath it. So close, yet so far away, he thought sadly. He shook his head in dismay as he sat down on the riverbank.

[Nialler.]

S n o w s t o r m

I Fae I Walking around I In camp and just around I

Snowstorm padded out of camp, her thick wite fur keeping her warm. She placed her paws carefully, it would be easy to slip o this ground. Her ears were perked and her eyes were alert, keeping an eye out. She wanted...needed...someone to talk to otherwise she would die of bordemn. That's when she spotted Hawkwing, and with a slight wag of her tail padded over to where he is. "Hello, Hawkwing." She says happily. The fae sits down, her tail curling neatly around her front paws. She drops her ear perk now that she has found someone. "What you up too?" Her eyes gazed around where he was, her mind was buzzing.

[hounddogcopper]

Hawkwing
I Brute I Testing the river ice I River Near Camp I

Hawkwing was deep in thought about how to go about finding food for the pack. Hares and squirrels don't make much of a meal and even the fish in the river wouldn't work even if they could get to them. He had heard tales as a pup that hundreds of Caribou wintered in the Southwestern forest past the waterfall and that when the herd ran that they shook the whole earth and rose a roar louder than a spring thunderstorm. He twitched his ears in thought, it would almost be a whole day trek to get there and that was an awful lot of time and energy to invest in a pups-tale.

Hawkwing's emerald eyes narrowed as he stared off into the distance. Maybe if he took a small scouting party ... His thoughts were interrupted as Snowstorm padded up behind him. The white fae was barely visible against the snowy ground and she blended in with the scenery well as she sat down and wrapped her thick tail around her front paws. "Just Hawk is fine." The brown brute said as the fae greeted him. "I just checking to see how thick the river-ice is. We wouldn't want someone falling in and catching a death of a cold. The medics don't have much to work with and everyone's already suffering from the lack of prey." He snorted in disgust, what sort of Alpha was he if he couldn't keep the pack fed. He continued to gaze off in the distance. "I was thinking of taking a scouting party further into the territory to look for food...." His voice trailed off as he cast a glance at the fae."Well. Just a thought anyways." He nodded thoughtfully. "I presume you slept well despite the cold?" he inquired.

[Rant]

((I am posting interest, expect a bio up tonight.))

[Nialler.]

S n o w s t o r m

I Fae I River I

Snowstorm was nodding her head while he was talking, taking everything in. She was one of those wolves who listened and didn't talk often. Hawkwing she thought to herself. Such a unique name. It was a much better name then hers anyway, Snowstorm, how plain could it be. And to make it worse it sounds like a brute name. Well, so she thought.

When he asked her the question she nodded her head before replying, "Yes I did. My coat is like a big furry blanket, I don't get cold easily. Did you sleep well?" She smiled warmly and perked her ears a bit, ready for listening again.