Welcome to Storm Mountain V.2 (Wolf Pack rp)

[Huntress13]

Rebekah brightened up a little. "That's a good idea actually Armani, thanks" she said and smiled, glancing at Aphrodite's den. She returned her gaze to Armani again, thoughtful.

(See ya)

[theo,]

Δρняσ∂ιтɛ
Ѧσσ∂; In-love. Ɔяʋƨн; Zote. Яαиκ; Beta Fae

"I really hope you can get a rank, you seem like a fairly nice wolf up-close." "And you're cute.." she muttered under her breath. "Well, let's go to see her!" The fae stood up, yawning a little.

{{bye D:}}

[lil28]

Δямαиι

Mood: Happy ~ Crush: Impress ~ Healer

Armani watched Rebekah thoughfully.

Ƶσтɛ

Mood: Nervous ~ Crush: Impress ~ Loner

Zote nodded. "Lets,"

χαcнσƨ

Mood: Grumpy ~ Crush: Open ~ Alpha Male of His pack

Xachos lay in his den, thinking of things, when one of his scouts came into his den. "We'e picked up his scent sir." He said.
"Where?"
"Storm Mountain."
Xachos growled in disgust. Hopefully he'd get killed - but knowing his neighbours, that wasn't likely.
"Carry them this message." He said, and told the scout what to say.

[Huntress13]

Rebekah heard a noise, she turned around to see Zote coming towards her with Aphrodite.

[wickedbvnes]

Name:
Storm of the Roses, Storm of the Thryliko, Storm of the Night Shadows.
Gender:
Hessian.
Age:
Four.
Rank:
Healer
Rank wanted:
Healer.
Personality:
Storm is not one for friendly games or relaxing. His mind is a vortex of spiralling information and judgements. "Friend" is not a word that fits anywhere into his vocabulary. To him, the pack is not a place for forging bonds and for making jokes - it is a link of mutual agreement for the bettering of the likelihood of survival. Like a storm, Storm is relentless and unforgiving.He will do whatever it takes to make sure that he will carry on - even if it takes him to the teetering point of life.
In her endeavors, Storm has taught himself the way of the herb, how to hunt, how to fight, and how to outsmart even the most sly of the coyotes. He does not take no for an answer, and will not tolerate any signs of weakness. Weakness, to him, is anything that is not constructive to making life possible. Though he does not see a point to love, he will choose a mate - likely to be the strongest and best suited for providing offspring - just to spread the line of his genealogy and ensure the survival of wolves for years to come.
Many have made the claim that he is all data and no emotion, but that would not be true. His anger is quick as a whip, and his trust brings out an entirely different side that extremely few have ever gotten the chance to get to know. That softer, more delicate side remains hidden, because Storm sees kindness as a weakness and an openness for enemies to strike him down. He also suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder, which has led to periods of withdrawl, where he becomes unable to be reached, as well as a nagging voice in his head that counters his every thought with ideals of happiness and not just seeing the roses for their use, but enjoying their sight and smell as well.
Likes:
Being himself.
Dislikes:
Being pressured.
History:
Eight months.

It was for the first eight months of his life that Storm of the Rose Petals listened in rapt silence to the stories of the endeavors and feats of the pack he was born in to. For six of those eight months, his brother Dusty had been partner to these story sessions. But he was dead because he was not strong. They had been warned that they would not be treated specially just because their parents were the alphas. And so, because he had not heeded the warning, Dusty was dead. A hole sat in the young male's heart, left from the absence of his cheerful brother. But now he was eight months old. Father had trained her. He was ready.

Alongside him was his best friend and partner in everything she did - Colei. The two would be in the leading front in a border skirmish between the Rose Petal Pack and the Shadowed Grove Pack. The fight was magnificent. The Rose Petal Pack was easily crowned victor as they watched their enemies run away, whimpering with fear. Storm had never felt so exhilarated in his life. It was then that he knew he was meant to be a warrior and defender for his pack. His friend, Colei, too found her calling there (but truthfully, she would have followed Storm anywhere).

Storm and Colei were a dynamic duo. No wolves made it any further than a few meters within the borders when they were on patrol. It was the strength here that earned Storm and Colei their reputation among packs. Word spread quickly. Soon, there were very few lone wolves that would venture anywhere near the territory.

Storm took everything seriously. There was no time for him any longer to bother with playing. He was a yearling, and it was soon time to have his mate chosen for him. He would be expected to decide whether she was good for the line by the next winter. With things as calm as they were, patrols got boring, and the female chosen, an elder by four years whose name was Adami, was far from a princess.

It was during one of the patrols that Storm expressed his exasperation to Colei. "What was he thinking?! Adami is more suited for being a gossip than a mate." Though he did not see it, Colei looked relieved.

Because she had not forgotten the promise that they had made after they first met. They had sworn to be partners in everything - even love. One might take her affection to be obligated, but it was hard to not be entranced by the handsome male as he graced the air, reaching for a bird.

Storm denounced Adami, and the female was sentenced to death. That was when Colei made her move. They were a year and six months now, and she wanted Storm for herself.

It went better than he could have imagined. They were both so happy, that they forgot their placid masks as they returned to the den. Suspicious, Tiger had Colei subject to torture until she admitted what they had done. There was a blur, and the beautiful black female had fallen lifelessly to the ground.

Storm was banished with words that would haunt him forever.

"You are not worthy of being my son or of living in the Rose Petal Pack any longer. You have until sundown. If you are found after that, you are to be treated as prey."

Storm had never ran so fast in all of his life.

Exile.

It was far less attractive than any story than a loner could have made it sound. The flaws were endless. Storm wandered and battled for the entirety of autumn and winter. It hardened him to the point that death was like hunting. It made no difference to him who died and who lived. Many beings - prey and predator - laid dead by spring.

Word of him and his "power" spread faster than a wildfire. He was, to the legends, "a brazen male the size of a great oak tree and had a snarl that made even mountains shudder with fear."Honestly, the stories were some of the only things that made him laugh. They were so endlessly barbaric that Storm would stop by a pack just to listen to gossip.

But of course, Storm was (and still is) a small wolf in stature, and it is really his glare that strikes fear into the hearts of many. The life of a loner suited him well, because he did not have to live by anyone's rules, and there was no one to drag him down. He was methodical and cold - everything served a purpose - and a purpose was generally to make her stronger and better suited for survival.

He did not care that the pups, mothered by Colei, were born dead in the dead of winter just before the death of Colei. He was glad, actually. Glad that his travels were not halted because the rodents needed care. Nothing broke him. Injuries, hunger - through it all, he forged forward like a charging rhino. There was zero room for weakness.

It was his focused mentality that was in place as he stalked a jack rabbit. It darted away with a sprint faster than he could muster, and he soon found that he was surrounded by seven large wolves.

The seven were magnificent creatures. Storm had not seen any wolves so powerful since he had been sent away. They easily had six inches on him, and the largest (clearly the leader) looked thoroughly unimpressed at the sight of him.

"How may I help you?" he questioned nonchalantly. They were nothing to him - well, that was a lie. His blood drummed in his ears. This might actually be a challenge for once! He had trained one wolf to be like her - a male by the name of Lanax, but he had departed and Storm did not feel the loss of him.

"Just who do you think you are, young man?" demanded the large male as he stepped forward. "You've caused quite a bit of discord among our kind, Storm of the Rose Peta-"

"Actually, I am not of their ranks any longer. I was banished. And if you knew who I am, why bother asking?" Storm held his head high. They were worthless. His ears flicked endlessly to hunt for any slight sounds of movement. This male's lackeys were eager to fight. The tension screamed it beautifully. He snickered cruelly. They never changed.

"Either way, Mister Lone Storm, wolves no longer feel comfortable with you around. You're killing your own kind -"

"Because they are weak."

The male ignored her and continued on as if he was never interrupted. "as though you're a god - and that is unacceptable." His grey eyes were narrowed in Storm's direction.

Storm, however, only shrugged. He figured that they could talk all that they wanted. No one knew what he really looked like - all the stories told that he was the color of fire, and that the earth died at his paws. They told of a giant, when he was clearly not. "I do so hope to pass, now that you have made me lose my lunch and taken my time," he grumbled before stepping deftly forward to avoid the lunge of the male to her right.

By this point, Storm's anger was venom in his veins. He would lash out at the next unwanted behavior - and it came.

"That runt needs to be taken into custody!" cried one of the males. Storm turned on him and quickly had him pinned. He, surprisingly, put up quite a fight. A long gash rolled down his cheek afterwards, and Storm decided that he absolutely despised that sleek black male.Too bad, he thought.

"Lone Storm," the male's voice sounded so different now. He looked so serious that Storm listened as though he was the only thing in the world. "We of the Thrylikó Mountain hereby take you into out custody until you can show that you are a civilized being and capable of living in the world without being a monster. Herd him up, boys."

It was impossible to mistake the satisfied grunts of the males. Apparently, he had gone from being legend to being a lowly outcast to whatever this pack was. The six herded around her and followed the lead of the leader male. It was next to no time before the hills shifted to a rocky terrain where the grass was rougher.

In the clearing was at least thirty wolves. Storm had never seen so many in his life - ever.

The six dispersed at the wave of the leader's tail. "My name is Lea, but I expect to be addressed as "Master" by you. You are a shadow to the pack. Members will only speak with you to give you orders and you are to obey them without hesitation. Understand?"

Lea did not give Storm time to respond. He was off to a perch to the west of the clearing. Storm glared after him and glared at every wolf there.

He hated the Thrylikó.
So here he is.
Family:
[ Mother ] :: Kindle :: Deceased ~~ An Eastern Wolf, like her son. Kindle was the leader of Storm's birth pack, and raised her children to be tools of survival alongside her mate. Her heart only moved for her mate, but she felt nothing for the little bundles of fur that wasted too much time with romping around with games. She died in the battle of the Prairie, alongside the majority of her pack at the age of seven years
[ Father ] :: Tiger :: Deceased ~~ A grey wolf. Tiger was the leader of Storm's birth pack - called Rose Petals - and just as keen on survival as his mate. He was more lenient for his pups than his mate, but kept up a stern front whenever she was around. Tiger felt love for all those that were under his reign, but the strongest was for his family. Having led a pack of legends, he expected the same from his children. He died in the battle of the Prairie, alongside the majority of his pack at the age of eight years
[ Older Brother ] :: Adymn :: Alive ~~ Adymn was more of a grey wolf in appearance than he was eastern wolf. He was ambitious and did things on his own time and with his own reasons. Unlike his parents, Adymn held strong to a sense of righteousness, rather than survival. He grew up to be the father of many, and leads a pack of his own now - with the kindness that he rarely ever received as a pup. He is currently five years old
[ Older Brother ] :: Kye :: Deceased ~~ A male that was very much like his father, but had more of a prankster within him. Like Adymn, he was born in the first of the four litters that his parents had. He showed more eastern wolf in his appearance, but kept his large size from his father's side of the family. Kye lived a short three years before meeting his match in a brouhaha between his pack and a rival one
[ Older Sister ] :: Katima :: Deceased ~~ Storm's only older sister. She was the only survivor of the second litter that her parents had. Katima was a mirror image of her mother, but had her father's bright amber eyes. She was as cold and determined as her mother was, and met her own demise when she foolishly took on a rabid bear in battle. Though she was victorious, the disease drove her to insanity, and she would up walking right over the edge of a cliff at the age of three
[ Brother ] :: Gusty :: Deceased ~~ Gusty only lived to be six months old, but was the oldest of the third litter that was birthed to Tiger and Kindle. He would have looked like a balanced mix of his parents, if it had not been for an elder pack member who spotted that something was "off" about him and thus the execution of a weak link was made before the eyes of every member - including Gusty's brother, Storm
[ Younger Sister ] :: Jaznae :: Alive ~~ Fortunately for Jaz, she was born in a time where her parents had softened with age and were unable to be as vigorous with their training as before. She is compassionate and is within a pack where she has fallen for a handsome and intelligent male. Her appearance is a balanced mix of her two parents, but she remains more petite thanks to her mother's small stature. She is currently two years old
[ Younger Brother ] :: Jaimin :: Deceased ~~ Looking like his father, the two parents expected Jai to become the next leader. However, before that could happen, the intelligent young male met his demise in the battle of the Prairie. He was one and six months at the time
Crush:
Nope.
Mate:
Nope.
Pups:
Nope.
Other:

[lil28]

Δямαиι

Mood: Happy ~ Crush: Impress ~ Healer

Armani looked at Zote. Easily told by his stance, he wasn't used to respect to an Alpha. Armani stayed beside Rebekah incase she was needed.

Ƶσтɛ

Mood: Nervous ~ Crush: Impress ~ Loner

Zote looked at Rebekah with intrest. "Hello" He said.

χαcнσƨ

Mood: Grumpy ~ Crush: Open ~ Alpha Male of His pack

The scout set off for Storm Mountain

[Huntress13]

Demetri sighed and padded out of camp, he could go check the borders. No doubt they would need renewing soon.

Rebekah looked Zote over. "Hello. What is your decision? Will you join us or leave?" She asked, tuning questions through her mind.

[wickedbvnes]

{Am I accepted? ;

[lil28]

Δямαиι

Mood: Happy ~ Crush: Impress ~ Healer

Armani watched him with interest. He'd make a good thinker, she thought.

Ƶσтɛ

Mood: Nervous ~ Crush: Impress ~ Loner

"Err.. Well, if you'd take me." He said, and realising that if this would happen, he'd have to be polite. He bowed down and back up rather quickly.

χαcнσƨ

Mood: Grumpy ~ Crush: Open ~ Alpha Male of His pack

The scout arrived at the borders and pounded his paw on the ground to get attention.

[Huntress13]

(Yes. Sorry I forgot to say)

Demetri felt the viabrationscas he was nearby, he loped to the border and stood a few meters away. "What is your purpose of being here?" He asked, emotionless.

Rebekah smiled faintly and glanced back at Armani. "I need to ask a few questions first but yes, you may" she said, feeling a bit happier now.