тнe dιvιdeѕ || OPEN || Always Accepting

[silverfox.]

{Hey Danielle, if you ever need more brutes, just ask an I'll add a few. :3 I'll be posting for my two in a minute.}

[that one girl.]

--_ Yes, please! And thanks! Is anyone open or is there any particular way you would want me to start? Or can I just let them wake up and walk around/greet others? _--

[silverfox.]

{Both my wolves are open. Nykota is laying under a tree & Kaylar is running around the forest if you'd like to interact with them.}

[mikhailo]

((You acn do whatever. start in the pack or as a loner.))
((Ok, Jace.))

[that one girl.]

►▶▸The sun washed her eyes and cool morning breeze breathed over her. She shivered lightly and inhaled the clean air. She sighed and opened her eyes and cool black lips curved upwards in a smile. She felt the stiffness in her body from staying in position all night as she sat up slowly and began to stretch her limbs. She let out a low whine/yawn thing. Once she was stretched and somewhat awake, she shook out her voluminous white coat and stared aimlessly at a rock while she was thinking of what there was to do today.

She and her brother were still new to this pack and she didn't quite know what to do yet. She was still in the process of getting used to it. Which was fine considering what she came out of. Supposedly, a nearby pack lost all contact with hers. She often wondered if they were attacked by humans, or other wolves. She hoped not.

She sighed and sat outside her den, not really doing much of anything but sitting and listening. She decided she would let her body wake up before she would go do any strenuous activity. Maybe a walk to the spring to get some water would be beneficial to her. She then got up and trotted to the spring and began to lap at the clear water while watching her reflection.

►▶▸Hearing his sister yawn was what woke up this young brute. He growled at her for making noise and waking him up. He wouldn't open his eyes as he slowly got out of his den and walked outside of his den to sit. If he opened his eyes, then that would mean that he would be awake and he would have to attend to daily life and he would actually have to do something and go on with his life. Not to say he didn't want to, he just hated mornings. They made him realize that the dreams that he was dreaming were the past and his old family was never coming back.

So, when he did finally open his eyes, he wasn't too happy about it. He looked around surveying the lands and keeping his eyes open for any threats. His protectiveness and loyalty to the pack that he was in currently was rooted firmly within him. He wasn't going to live through the nightmare twice. Not like it would happen again, but still. It gave him some peace of mind that the pack was safe as well as all the wolves within it.

He looked around noticing his sister was gone, but it didn't bother him that much. He trained her to signal him if anything was wrong. He sighed and looked around again turning his ears and listening for anyone else who would be up. He was probably the last one up, but he didn't really care that much. With a sigh, he walked around with his nose to the ground smelling to see where the others were.

[s h i f t;;]

~Ғяιиɢɛ~

"Der..." was all he said. He stood there, frozen: he wasn't ready to join the pack. No, not yet. He was still recovering from the last one. With a slight cringe, he whispered, "See ya." Not 'Good-bye', but 'See you.' It meant he'd see her again - and he'd make sure of it. He just wasn't ready to be a part of this pack yet. Then he turned on his paws, and hurried away from there, making sure to get out of those pack territories and quick.

~˩ʋℓℓαвʏ~

The white fae continued to sniff around. A scent of rabbit filled her nostrils, so she quickly hurried to it: she hadn't eaten a fresh kill in so long. Her ribs were beginning to show. She quickly hurried after it, dropping all the herbs she had collected that morning. She pounced, but it got away. Another lunge, but it scurried off. She took more leaps and pounces after it, but each time it just hopped once and got away. Never had been taught how to hunt, Lullaby wasn't quite sure what to do. So she backed up, ran toward it, and leaped. She landed with her face in the mud, her black coat stained with dirt. The vermin merely hopped once, clearly amused by this 'game.' Lullaby huffed out, and stood up, shaking out. She stared determinedly at the rabbit, before giving chase to it. It lead her into the pack camp. Lullaby took a sharp inhale of breath, and stood totally and perfectly still. She had no clue she'd even entered pack boundaries, much less their camp.

[mikhailo]

~ Justine ~

She was confused. Was it something she said? "Thank you." She said as he ran off. Justine needed to get back to the pack, and fast before Jazz got any ideas. She ran off. Her snout was bleeding, but as she went into the valley, she howled long and loud, instructing the pack to come to her. She was concerned there might be a killing next if Jazz got a friend. She waited for response howls, perhaps to let her know they were coming.

[mikhailo]

((Bump ;-;))

[hounddogcopper]

.: (Hawkwing / Hawk) :.

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.:Full Name:.
Hawkwing
.:Nickname:.
Hawkeye / Hawk
.:Age:.
Four Seasons
.:Gender:.
Brute

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.: Personality :.
Hawkwing is a big wolf in a small body. Behind his gentle smile and social nature is a wolf that was scorned and forgotten in life. He thrives on the seeds of discord he strews over others and finds much contentment in watching others struggle and fight over an issue he started in the first place. He has a short temper and although he may seem harmless he is anything but. If his past has taught him anything it's that revenge is a dish best served cold and any wolf that dares anger him may think they are safe from his wrath only to find themselves in a middle of a fight a few moons later.

Unfortunately, He is also very obsessive over things and doesn't appreciate anything being out of order. He has an extensive knowledge of herbs and can often be found rooting around in the healers den organizing everything in tight little bundles. He tends to mutter to himself often and will laugh hysterically at his own jokes even when no other wolf understands them. Not to be feared though, Hawkwing also has a very loving and caring side and that is the side of him that shines through most often making it all the more frightening when he does get angry.
.:History:.
Hawkwing was the last-born in a litter of four, he was the smallest, the runt. Though he was the only one that looked like a mirror image of his Alpha father he was the least respected. Born in a litter that was the pride and joy of the Crescent Moon Pack he was an un-welcomed burden. He grew up watching as he sibling were loved and pampered. Envy and anger filled his heart turning it to stone. During the summer of Hawkwing's birth a wildfire raged through the pack's territory, claiming the lives of many of the packmemebers that scorned the young pup who's only fault was being born a little small.

As ash covered the land Hawkwing, his father and the four surviving members of the pack tried to rebuild their lives by moving to a new land. The only surviving pup of the two Alpha's ambition blazed in Hawkwing's eyes with each and every pawstep he took. His father who had treated him with ignorance in the past now put his remaining energy into making him a powerful and feared leader. His training was strict and harsh but he rose above it and became a very powerful and talented warrior. His smaller size became a benefit as it enabled him to be much faster than some of his larger packmembers.

As the seasons wore on a started to edge it's way to the third summer of Hawkwing's life he was suddenly thrust into position of Alpha upon the death of his father. Not more than a moon cycle later the worst drought that the Forest had ever experienced reached it's peak as fire ravaged the land. Hawkwing and his supposed half-brother named Twigleg are the only know survivors of the pack. Twigleg has always said that Hawkwing and he have the same father though his father never asserted nor denied that fact. He treated Hawkwing with disdain as a pup so they have a bad relationship at best. The pair had reluctantly traveled together for months till they found a new pack.
.: Likes :.
Pup antics, the feel of a cool rain soaking his fur, sleeping on sun-warmed stones & swimming
.: Dislikes :.
Those that don't follow orders

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.:Wanted Rank:.
Lead Healer
.:Given:.
Here (only fill out when i have given it to you)
.:Crush | Secret Crush:.
None | None
.:Mate | Secret Mate
None | None
.: Pups :.
None
.:Family:.
Nightstep - Father / Twigleg half-brother

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.:Coat Color:.
Brown and Roan
.:Eye Color:.
Emerald
.:Full Description:.
Large in size Hawk is also a bit more heavyset, though it is mostly muscle not fat.
.:Other's:.
Has a deep scare running across his left eye. Has a patch of dirty white fur covering his flank on the right side.

.: (Twigleg / Twig) :.

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.:Full Name:.
Twigleg
.:Nickname:.
Twig / Twiggy
.:Age:.
5 seasons
.:Gender:.
Brute

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.: Personality :.
Twigleg, who got his name from his long, twig-like legs, spends much of his time living in a world of what-ifs. Due to transgressions of the past he now aims to treat everywolf how he would want them to treat him. He wants nothing more than to be treated with respect and kindness so those are qualities you can always find in him.

Twigleg tragically lost the ability to speak (and much of the fur on his tail) in a fire a few seasons ago. So above all else he is a quite wolf, making him not so much of a hit with the ladies. Though he was forced into the Omega position long ago he still longs to hunt and patrol the territory and want often be found out at night, when much of the pack in asleep, on his own private hunting patrol.

He has a special love for the antics of young pups and will happily watch over them while the rest of the pack is off attending to more important matters. If he could talk he would be able to tell the young ones wonderful stories and tall-tales, but he must be content in etching pictures into the soft earth with his claws.
.:History:.
Twigleg was born the only surviving pup of his mother, Springflower's, three litters. Though he was born into a pack where no wolf except the Alphas were allowed to bear pup's his mother, a mere Omega, was granted a reprieve. Legend has it that is was because she mated with the Alpha Male Nightstep. Though Nightstep never said anything on the matter his mother had quite a bit to say of it.

Naturally Twigleg grew up without a firm father figure but spent much of his time admiring Nightstep. He dreamed of someday being Alpha of his own pack and trained exceptionally hard as a yearling and was well on his way to becoming a grand hunter and fighter. Throughout his training Twigleg learned that he had quite the talent for healing. This did not go overlooked and he was removed from Warrior training and forced to train as a medic. When Nightstep's mate bore him a litter the young Twigleg saw them as immediate competition and regarded all of them harshly.

When a fire raged through the packs territory many wolves were trapped in underground dens with no route of escape. Twigleg, who was a mere two autumns old charged through the burning entrance of the Alpha den to rescue the young pups he had envied for so many moons. He grabbed the two strongest males leaving the runt of the litter, Hawkwing, behind pleading for his help. By the time Twigleg reached the fresh outside air he realized that both pups where hanging limply in his jaws. He tried to call out for the help of the packs Medic but his throat burned with each word he tried to say.

As the moons passed on Twigleg realized that he had risked his life and ability to speak for pups that never even had the chance to thank him for it. The pup he had left to die had been saved by another member of the pack and as he grew into a young wolf he took much of his anger out on Twigleg. By the time that young Hawkwing became Alpha of the pack, Twigleg had long since been demoted to Omega.
.:Likes:.
Thunder, Lighting, Snow and Caribou Meat
.: Dislikes :.
Autumn & Rainy Days

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.:Wanted Rank:.
Omega
.:Given:.
Here (only fill out when i have given it to you)
.:Crush | Secret Crush:.
None | None
.:Mate | Secret Mate
None |None
.: Pups :.
None
.:Family:.
Nightstep - Supposed Father / Springflower - Mother / Hawkwing Supposed Half-brother

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.:Coat Color:.
Roan and Beige
.:Eye Color:.
Blue
.:Full Description:.
Twigleg is long legged and scraggly-furred. Not a pleasant sight in the slightest.
.:Other's:.
[Body littered with scars / Tail missing most of it's fur due to severe burns

[[Will be posting my two females shortly. Just need to finish up one's bio]]

[mikhailo]

((Ok, otherwise, accepted))