• Northern Lights Pack • Open •

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• Northern Lights Pack •

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"We Are Powerful; We Are Gracful; We Are Beatiful; We Will Not Be Overlooked; We Will Not Be Taken For Granted; We Will Not Give In; But Above All, We Will Not Live In Fear. We Are The Northern Lights Wolf Pack And We Are The Majestic Rulers Of This World."

I Introdution|Plot
II Rules|Owner Info
III The Forum|Seasons/Weather
V Pack Ranks|Crushes/Mates
VI Territory
VII Wolf Talk
VIII My Wolves

• The Story Of Us •

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Not many stories have a good beginning; they all end well but start out horrid. Cinderella had a cruel step mother, Sleeping Beauty was posioned, Ella was cursed for life, Simba lived in guilt, Snow White was hunted. Though in the end; Cinderella married a prince, Sleeping Beauty got her kiss, Ella broke her curse, Simba learned from his mistake, & Snow White married a prince as well. Seems like a wonderful way to look at life. Well guess what, this isn't a fairy tale.

A ruthless an cruel wolf used to rule this land. He was a horrible leader. Killing the weak an pushing the strong till they broke. His pack was strong but they lived in fear. Refusing to give up his leadership for anything, he kept the pack under his control.

A bright an warm summer morning the impossible happened. Humans came onto the moutain side. They attacked the wolf pack with sticks that spout fire an curved rocks that cut. Half the pack was wiped out before the alpha could get his thoughts together. The Alpha turned an ran, fleeing for the trees an looking for cover far away. He abandoned his pack without a second thought.

The whole pack was said to have died off, but no one knows the truth. Those that escaped were never seen again an those that were killed were said to have grown into the grass itself. No ones knows just what may have happened here, so very long ago but it's over now.

A new beginning has begun, a new leader and a new pack. Things may be different or this could be fate repeating itself, it's all up to you. So, what path will you walk? The path of the past or the future? Will you be a cruel wolf or a Nothern Lights Wolf?

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• Rules •

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• All of Nick and Tess' rules apply; please read, or skim over them if you don't know what they are.
• I don’t care if you come with a crush but don’t expect that wolf you like you back.
• Don't make your own characters crush on each other, or even become mates; that leaves no fun for anybody else.
• For your character forms, please try use real pictures only.
• Please keep the genders in this role-play even; I would prefer it if we didn't have 30 females, and about 5 males.
• Please don't start role-playing until I accept you.
• No god-modding; nobody really likes it when you control their characters, or drastically change the situation.
• Don't be very detailed with mating and birthing.
• Drama is encouraged. Fighting for mates is also encouraged.
• Please don't join, then never return or quit shortly after, unless you have a good reason to. It's actually pretty annoying when that happens.
• Feel free to use your own forum. Just cover the basics.
• No Mary-Sues/Gary-Sues, no one is perfect.

• Owner Info •

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Owner:

Alpha-

Mini Mods:

None

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• The Weather|Seasons •

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Season:

The current season is Autumn. Right between Summer & Winter.

Weather|Atmosphere:

The current weather is very unpredictable. It rains off an on but the sun will show itself ever so often. Clouds often cover the sky an sometimes blue still peaks through. Autumn brings the more chilly winds torward us but nothing like winters breeze.

Temperature:

The temperature sits right about 60 Degrees normally. Sometimes a bit warmer but more often a little colder.

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• Ranks •

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The Alpha's are the leaders in the pack. They are the highest rank and get the most respect. They tell the pack what to do an when to do it. They are never left out of anything and are often a mated pair.
Alpha Brute:
|Win Karson's Heart|
Alpha Fae:
|Karson|Fae|Page 1|
Alpha Pups:

The Beta's are second in command. They have all the powers the Alpha's do and when the Alphas are away they are in charge. Though they are still expected to respect their alphas.
Beta Brute:
|Nykota|Brute|Page 1|
Beta Fae:
|Win Nykota's Heart|
Beta Pups:

Delta's are third in charge. They hold a high rank but are more or less considered to be, just part of the pack.
Delta Brute:
|Earned|
Delta Fae:
|Earned|
Delta Pups:

The healers help in situations involving injured or hurt wolves. They know about herbs and healing. They are highly respected.
Lead Healer:
|Earned|
Healers:
|Midnight|Fae|Page 3|

The Hunters do just what the name says. While the Alphas may say the whole pack is going to hunt a large animal, the hunters job is go go around an catch rabbits an mice an make sure its near the valley for a later time. Like a kill pile.
Lead Hunter:
|Kaylar|Fae|Page 1|
Hunters:
|Azeal|Fae|Page 3|
|Jade|Fae|Page 9|

The Guardians are like the defenders in the pack. They are the strong an brave wolves that would normally be first in the battle.
Lead Guardian:
|Earned|
Guardians:
|Lykan|Brute|Page 1|
|Storm|Brute|Page 1|
|Zero|Brute|Page 2|
|Shadow|Brute|Page 3|

The Scouts are wolves that go on the border patrol and report back to the Alphas or Betas if they see any loners that are in or around the terrtiory.
Lead Scout:
|Earned|
Scouters:
|Ladon|Brute|Page 1|
|Heshua|Fae|Page 3|

Omega's are the underdogs. They eat last, get the worst sleeping area an are often picked on for the fun of it. Though some Omega's find fun in life and are simply so carefree that the Alpha doesn't like to include them.
Omegas:
|Toad|Brute|Page 2|
|Hunter|Brute|Page 2|
|Kage|Brute|Page 2|

Elders are one of the most respected members of the pack. Their many years alive give them knowledge an wisdom to pass down to the younger generations.
Elders:

Puppies are wolves younger than a year. They are all about fun and are looked after by the older wolves. They will get a rank as soon as they turn a year old.
Pups:
|Blyton|Fae|Page 1|

• Crushes|Mates •

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<--- She Likes Him
---> He Likes Her
<--> They Like Each Other
♥ They Are Mates
</3 They Are Ex Mates/Crushes

Hunter <--- Jade

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• Terrtiroy •

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The Valley We Live In

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The Forest Around Us

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The River Near Us

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The Creek Near us

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The Waterful Close By

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The Meadow Beyond The Forest

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• Wolf Talk •

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♛Alpha♛

Lowers Head:: Sorry. Not Interested
Growls and steps between - There will be no fighting in my pack!
Winks - You have a good chance at being my mate
Chuckles - Well, your funny
Looks from the Wolf, to His/Her den - I need to talk to you
Nods Head - You're accepted
Looks at Curiously - Come with me
Raises Eyebrow - Curious
Growls and narrows eyes - Leave me alone.
Ears forward + Bite muzzle + Growling - I am your Alpha!
Stiff Legged + Ears pulled back upward + Tall + Tail high - Do you dare disrespect me?
Ears forward + Bares teeth + Tail straight out - Respect your Alpha!
Snaps air + Bite side + Head below shoulders - Get out of here!
Stands over submissive wolf + Snarling + Tail high - I’ll put you in your place, do you want to be an omega?
Pushing on shoulders with paws + Growling + Snapping - Submit now!
Bares teeth + Glares at - I'm not in the mood right now, Leave me alone

✘ Submissive ✘

Ears pulled back + Whining + Tail low - I'm sorry! Please forgive me!
Ears pulled back + Whimpering + Tail tucked + Looking away or on ground - I mean no harm
Ears flat against head + Arched back + Tail tucked + Whining - Fear
Ears flat against head + Arched back + Tail tucked + Lick Alpha’s chin - You are my Alpha
Ears flat against head + Roll on back exposing neck/belly + Tail tucked - I give up! You are my alpha or I'm sorry!
Bows head - Respect
Flattens ears against head and whines - Sad/worried/nervous/anxious

☠ Threats ☠

Attacks - Get away from my pack!
Flattens Ears and bares teeth/snarls - I'll kill you!
Lifts Tail - Wanna fight!?
Circles - YOUR DEAD!
Lowers Head - If I ever see your face again, your dead.
Fur Stands On End - Go away and never return
Growl - Back. Up. NOW
Bares Teeth - Leave Now
Lowers head + Snarls - I’m warning you! / Last chance!
Snarls - Get away!
Snarls + Bristles + Bares teeth - Back off!
Lunges - I will attack!
Backs away + Growls - I’ll get you later
Ears back + Tail tucked + growling low - Scared or get away!
Snaps at air - This is your neck/leg!
Male crouches in front of female and bares teeth at other male - She’s mine

❤ Love ❤

Paws Tail - Your my soulmate
Licks between eyes - You know I love you so much
Licks chin - I like you
Licks cheek - You’re cute
Licks nose and gazes into eyes = You are the love of my life
Licks ear - Will you be my mate?
Licks nose - Love Forever
Licks neck - We belong together
Licks back - Stay with me
Nuzzles chest: I want to mate
Licks paw - I'm sorry/Don't go
Lick constantly - Grooming /I love you so much
Rubs tail under chin - Flirty
Rubs body against - You are mine now
Lick forehead + face - I need you forever
Nip neck + lick shoulder - I need you now
Lick on the belly - I'm ready for pups or I want pups
Nuzzle - Comfort
Twine tails - Be mine
Lays head on back - Don't forget that you are mine
Look into each others’ eyes - I think I’m falling for you
Lick on muzzle - Kiss
Nose to Nose - You are the one.
Nose To Forehead - I respect and love you, friend.
Nose To Cheek - You are such a cutie.
Nose To Stomach - It’s okay, it’s just a kick to mate, it also means hey guys! to the pups.
Nose To Neck - Protect me.
Nose To Chest - You have a beautiful soul

▣ Howl Talk ▣

▣. Long Howl:: Come here
▣. Short Howl:: Go away
▣. Medium Loudness Howl:: Is anyone here??
▣. Quiet Howl:: Mating Howl
▣. Loud Howl:: I’m lost!
▣. Medium Sounding Howl:: Hide and seek time!!
▣. Long Loud Howl:: Is anyone here?
▣. Long Quiet Howl:: I think I smell a pack!
▣. Long Medium Sounding Howl:: Calling to the pack
▣. Short Quiet Howl:: I’m sorry
▣. Short Loud Howl:: Let’s play!!
▣. Yapp:: Playful

回 Puppy Talk 回

回. Nipp:: Play time!
回. Yapp:: Catch me if you can!!
回. Howl:: Wheres mommy?
回. Nuzzle:: Im tiered
回. Jump Around:: PLAY PLAY PLAY
回. Prance:: This is fun
回. Nipp Ear:: Where is dad?
回. Nipp Tail:: When can I start to eat meat?
回. Press Paw On Mommy:: Milk please
回. Growls:: Go away!
回. Rolls Over:: SO BORED!!!!!!!!!!
回. Swats:: Leave me alone!

Social-

Lick constantly = Grooming
Lick cheek / Nuzzle = Comfort/Its ok
Tackle + nip anywhere on body = Lets playfight!
Paws face = Your silly
Play bow + bounds away = Cant catch me!
Roll on back = I give up!
Flick ears = Unsure

♥. Hunting love rules.♥

♥. Male Brings Female Elk:: I love you.
♥. Male Brings Female Buffalo:: Your beautiful.
♥. Male Brings Female Deer:: Ill love you forever!!!.
♥. Male Brings Female Fish:: Your kind of cute..
♥. Female Brings Male Rabbit:: Flirty.
♥. Female Brings Male Bear:: I’m in deep love with you.
♥. Female Brings Male Mountain Lion:: I want to be the mom of your pups.
♥. Female Brings Male Caribou:: I’ll do anything for you

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• My Wolves •

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• Karson •

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Full Name:
Her full name is 'Cloud Karson Amore'. Given to her by her mother.

Nickname:
She could go by any of the given but she prefers to be called Karson. Yes it's more a males name and if you have a problem with it, take it up with her.

Gender:
If you couldn't tell by her pureness, she is a fae; girl; female

Age:
Karson is only a mere 3 seasons.

Rank Wanted:
Karson never say much a difference when it came to ranks.

Rank Recieved:
Karson is your Alpha Fae.

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Coat Color:
Karson has a pure snow white coat. Her pelt shines in the sunlight an glitters in the snow. She is a very pretty fae.

Eye Color:
Karson has dark amber colored eyes. They fit her white pelt very well.

Body Description:
Karson is larger than an average fae. Hence why she is Alpha. Shes tall an very well built. She has muscle but is still small an lean. Her long legs are sturdy an powerful while her head is still small an petie like a normal fae. Karson can look like a true Alpha at times but she doesn't try to come fof as scary.

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Personality:
Karson is a very caring and giving wolf. Her trust is easily taken and she is often hurt by many because of this. Karson tries to stay assertive an tough but her fun side gets the best of her. While Karson does know how to make a wolf submit to her, she always is cable of love.

Karson loves to play but her Alpha duties often get in the way of this. She is a great hunter an enjoys being out and about, exploring and seeing new things but she is so bound to home; she hardly ever goes out. Karson does have an extreme soft side though. She is a big cuddle bug an will melt into your fur an look as cute as a big in a rug.

Karson does have a evil side to herself as well. If she asks you to do something; do it or pay the price. Karson isn't afriad to get her paws dirty an will use her powerful jaws if needed. She'd protect those she loves with her life and she never gives up in a fight.

History:
Karson's past is unknown to all. She constantly has nightmares but if you question her about it, shes bound to treat you to a face full of nails. WIP

Likes:
Karson likes to have a good time and just relax. Her main like is hunting and swimming but she likes walks and being alone with someone she likes under the moonlight as well.

Dislikes:
Karson hates being liked only for her rank and she is not a huge fan of flirty brutes. Karson does not like heights and has a huge fear of thunder/lightening.

Family:
Karson has no known family that is alive at the time. Her mother was a pure white fae like herself named Carra, while her father was a grey and white wolf named Middori. Karson did have siblings but she does not know where they are.

Pack Or Loner:
Karson is the Alpha Fae in this pack.

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Mate:
Karson will only have a mate when she finds someone who truly cares for her.

Crush:
Karson is pretty hard to impress.

Secret Crush:
I guess you'll never know.

Pups:
Karson would love puppies.

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Other:
None

• Nykota •

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Full Name:
Given by his father, The name he wears is 'Silver Nykota Kata'

Nickname:
Nykota goes by only Nykota or if you wish to shorten it, Kota.

Gender:
Nykota is a brute; boy; male

Age:
Nykota is 4 seasons young

Rank Wanted:
Nykota always fanced the guardian rank.

Rank Recieved:
Nykota is the Beta Brute of the pack.

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Coat Color:
Nykota has many colors in his pelt including, white; grey; brown; red; and maybe even a pinch of black here and there. They are all blended very well, making a gorgeous color.

Eye Color:
Kota's eyes are a very light brown.

Body Description:
Nykota is a very strong and muscular brute. He towers over faes and has strength coming over him at all ends but is truly just a teddy bear. Kota has a stocky build but is not over weight by any means.

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Personality:
Nykota is a very sweet wolf. He is always open for listening to others and often gets many faes to fall for him. He is strong and wise even in his young years. Kota would rather wolve things with words than with violence. He has a natural tendancy to start things he can't finish and often gets himself into some sort of trouble.

Kota isn't scared to show some fangs though, he tries to never get angry but if you mess with his family/loved ones he is going to rip you into the smallest pieces he can. He has killed before due to this and he is not proud. Nykota tries to make sure he never does this but in all , who would like someone messing with loved ones?

Nykota is generally a very sweet wolf and can really charm a fae if indeed he tries. He can seem lonely at times when in all he is rather content. Nykota likes to be alone and away from others and while many feel bad for him, he doesn't mind keeping to himself.

History:
Kota doesn't have a terrible history. He was born and raised in a pack till he deicded to leave and go off on his own. His family was sad to see him leave but understood. Nykota came across Karson while wondering as a rogue and they stayed together. They are still together to this day. WIP

Likes:
Nykota likes to listen to others and try to help out with their issues but he also likes alone time, even if it's hard to get.

Dislikes:
Kota dislikes having many wolves around and being in the middle of a lot of choas. He generally doesn't like brutes but puts up with them for the sake of the pack.

Family:
Nykota's family lives on the far east side of the moutain in their own pack. He has not seen them since he left home.

Pack Or Loner:
Nykota is the Beta brute in this pack.

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Mate:
Nykota only hopes that one day he'll find his speical girl.

Crush:
Kota has no crush.

Secret Crush:
Thats for him to know.

Pups:
Nykota loves the little fluffy pups but has none of his own.

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• Kaylar •

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Full Name:
Her full name is 'Moonstone Hail Kaylar' given by her parents together. As one wished to name her Moon and the other Kaylar.

Nickname:
She goes by simply Kaylar.

Gender:
Kaylar is a fae; female; girl

Age:
Kaylar is 3 seasons old

Rank Wanted:
Kaylar admires the hunters of the pack.

Rank Recieved:
Kaylar is the lead hunter. Mad skill, she has.

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Coat Color:
Kaylar & Karson look much alike as they both have pure white pelts. Kaylar however has a much longer and fluffy coat than Karson.

Eye Color:
Kaylar has gorgeous green eyes.

Body Description:
Kaylar is small and lean. She has little muscle but much speed. Her long and small legs give her the elagant strides, she needs for hunting. Her wide muzzle gives her the jaw strength for her hunting skills as well. Kaylar looks very pretty but is quite the predetor.

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Personality:
If it can be played with, Kaylar is playing with it. She has a very short attention span and enjoys being everywhere at once. She loves hunting and seeing news things. While playing and hunting are about the only thing this fae knows, she can be quite entertianing as well.

Kaylar is a good natured and fun fae. She knows how to have a good time and always tries to get everyone in one the game. She has a hard time with serious moments and while she gets scared at small things, she chargers at many 'dangers' with a smile on her face.

Kaylar can put up a nice fight if she really tries but there is truly not a mean bone in this fae. She is such a sweatheart and will never fail to make you smile.

History:
Kaylar has a very damaged past that she does not prefer to talk about. WIP

Likes:
Kaylar enjoys hunting and playing around, she also enjoys pulling pranks and getting others in troulbe with Karson.

Dislikes:
Kaylar dislikes up-tight wolves and those who thinks ranks are more important than fun. She dislikes fighting and has a slight hatred for faes that try and go after brutes she likes.

Family:
Kaylar doesn't know or care where her family is.

Pack Or Loner:
Kaylar is the lead hunter within the pack.

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Mate:
Kaylar refuses to try and love again.

Crush:
None that she knows of.

Secret Crush:
The world may never know.

Pups:
Kaylar loves puppies, though she is scared to have any again.

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• Lykan •

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Full Name:
The name given to he was 'Mighty Lykan Thy Dead'

Nickname:
He goes by only Lykan or I suppose Lyk.

Gender:
Lykan is a Brute; Male; Boy

Age:
Lykan is 3 Seasons young

Rank Wanted:
Lykan honestly doesn't care.

Rank Recieved:
Lykan is a guardian of the pack.

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Coat Color:
Lykan is a rather dark color. He is mostly black and grey with some white and brown mixed in. He is a very handsome wolf even through his odd coat color.

Eye Color:
Lykan has dark chocolate brown eyes.

Body Description:
Lykan is a rather large and lean brute. He has much muscle though it doesn't show. Hes lean with very long legs. He has massive paws and large ears yet small legs and a skinny frame. Lykan is built very funny but when it combact, his build is going to be the last thing on your mind.

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Personality:
Lykan is a grump. Enough said. He is not big on being bothered and normally just goes off on his own. While many wolves try and keep him company they fail to do so. Lykan hasn't had a real friend in a long time and doesn't plan to. Lykan can be a flirt when he wants to be but truly does prefer to be alone.

Lykan can be sweet whether he wants to admit it or not. He has a heart and if you can get it to show then your a lucky little lady. Anyone under Lykan's protection would be safe forever. He never lets his pack come into harms way and he tries his best to make sure the pack and his loved ones are protected at all times.

Lykan has many traits and they are all over the board. His mood very much varies and no one will ever know what hes feeling till they speak to him. Lykan can be playful and then turn around and growl at you. It really depends. Though his feelings are very sensitive so watch out.

History:
Lykan has never spoken to anyone about this. WIP

Likes:
Lykan enjoys having a good time but on his terms. He likes getting dirty and playing rough.

Dislikes:
Lykan dislikes rude brutes and faes that go after a wolf for no good reason. He doesn't really enjoy water but will put up with it.

Family:
Lykan only knows of his brother, who lives as a loner somewhere far away.

Pack Or Loner:
Lykan is a Guardian in the pack.

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Mate:
Lykan has no mate and no plans to get one.

Crush:
Lykan has no crush currently.

Secret Crush:
Thats a secret.

Pups:
Lykan is not sure about them.

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Other:
None

[wickedbvnes]

Name:
Storm of the Roses, Storm of the Thryliko, Storm of the Night Shadows.
Gender:
Hessian.
Age:
Four.
Rank:
Anything.
Rank wanted:
Beta.
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:

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[Cakewalk]

Name: Ladon, pronounced {Lay- dun}
Behind the Name: His mother knowingly named him Ladon because the name meant dragon, and when she first set eyes on her son, she knew that it would be a good fit.
Nickname: None
Gender: Brute
Age:Two Years Old
Rank Wanted: Beta Male
Rank Received: Scout
Appearance: Ladon is an average gray wolf. He has the average muscle mass and is the average height and weight. In other words, he looks healthy and fit, but not overpoweringly so. The only peculiar things about him are his eyes. They are such a light silver that they look white, and in his left eye, a freckle sits just below his pupil. Neither of these oddities affect his sight. His pelt is a normal light gray, while his underbelly and legs hold the pure white. Tan sits in places on his fur coat, mostly on his face and ears.

Personality: The first thing that is apparent about Ladon is that, while he can feel the things we call emotions, it’s a fraction of the feeling that a normal wolf experiences. His eyes are usually flat, and the rare times that they light up with some feeling, it is dim and hard to see. This makes him extremely hard to read, as there isn’t much of anything to read, and it makes it impossible for him to understand someone else’s emotions. To him, sadness, happiness, anger, love, hate, remorse, regret, and everything else that is a feeling is a foreign thing. He doesn’t understand the expressions of others and cannot relate to anyone. Going along with this, Ladon dislikes displays of great emotion, because he gets frustrated when he cannot understand something.

He also dislikes immaturity, and so tends to stay away from the younger generation. Yes, he’s still young himself, but he certainly doesn’t act like the two-year-old that he is. Puppies tend to show their emotions more often than adults and are more prone to bouts of immaturity, and so, Ladon associates them with these things. If the puppy proves that he or she is more mature, then Ladon can stand to be in his or her presence. If not, he will remove himself from his or her company.

Ladon enjoys routine. So much so, in fact, that it’s a necessity in his life (one could call him OCD, almost). He likes to have a list of things that needs to be done for the day, keeping it in his mind while he goes down it, completing one thing after another. In this way, he’s a good helper and a strong worker. He hates being placid and constantly wants to be doing something. If there’s nothing for him to get done, he’ll walk the borders until he gets tired. He has a high energy level, however, and he can make quite a few laps before getting to the point of exhaustion. He also proves himself a good worker in that he knows all the rules and enforces them very well (though he does not follow them always, which can be difficult). He’s a quick thinker, leaving any emotion out of his actions, making him extremely logical.

The male is also somewhat intelligent, but he doesn’t seem that way because of his extreme lack of social skills. It’s nearly impossible for him to hold a meaningful conversation. When he speaks, his voice is monotone and mostly unattractive to listen to, so most wolves like to escape his company. (Not that it matters to him). He’s also blunt and realistic, not knowing he’s ‘hurting feelings.’

Ladon has one thing he desperately wants out of life. He longs to be normal, to feel the emotions that are often explained to him in detail (he likes to ask about what other wolves feel, though it doesn’t help him understand anything). Love sounds the best to him, and he tries daily to feel such a thing, attempting to flirt with females to get a rise of emotion.

History: Ladon was born strange. Strong, yes, which is how he earned his name, but strange. As he and his siblings grew up, his dear mother and father began to notice their son’s strange ways. They noticed his inability to understand another wolf’s point of view and his very mild emotions. He never seemed to get angry or upset with his brothers and sisters, no matter what they said, but he never seemed to be happy, either. He was in a state of listlessness that he never escaped. He would wrestle around like a puppy, but it was never with joy. His mother began to worry that something was wrong with him.

As they began to learn the things they were going to need in life, his mother became less fearful of his future. Ladon learned everything at the normal rate and kept pace with his siblings. Soon, he was hunting with the pack and protecting their borders. He had earned himself a place in their ranks. His mother and father were very proud and celebrated their children’s adulthood. But still, the young male showed no hint of emotion. He would smile if smiled at, but his tail never wagged. He would growl if growled at, but the flash of anger never glinted in his strange eyes. There was nothing.

One morning, he and one of his brothers got into a fight after Emmon told him he had fallen for a pretty female in their pack and Ladon promptly told him that emotions were merely a weakness the mind created to slow a wolf down, like a parasite. They got into an argument, Emmon yelling that love was a wonderful feeling and Ladon not understanding his brother’s point of view. Emmon was the first to attack and sunk a bite into his brother’s shoulder. Threatened, Ladon fought back like he had been taught and went for the throat, tearing it open without a second thought. A small wave of remorse echoed through his brain as he stared down at his brother’s dead body, but it was small and had disappeared before he turned around to see his parents gaping at him.

After a lengthy discussion about why Ladon had done such a thing, his parents trying to explain the concept of love (“don’t you love us?” “no” “well, we love you”), and Ladon’s unblinking stare, they decided that pack life wasn’t for their son. They sent him away, brokenhearted, both thinking they had failed to raise him correctly. He shrugged and left his home, more wanting to stay because of the routine he created than missing the wolves he had grown up with. Needless to say, Ladon never looked back.

Ladon stumbled across this pack one late evening and decided to join for the mere fact that pack life would provide him with another stable schedule.
Likes: A routine schedule and the idea of love
Dislikes: Any sort of change. This is the only time you'll see Ladon react to something. It makes him fidget and stir until he's practically in a panic attack.
Mate: Ha.
Crush: Ha ha.
Pups: Ha ha ha.
Other: Ladon tries to be very cautious with his actions. He likes the routine within the pack and would do anything to protect it, so if a quarrel starts, he’ll remove himself from the situation, not wanting to repeat his history.

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Name: Blyton, pronounced {Bligh- tun}, but I wouldn't call her this, if I were you.
Behind the Name: She thinks her mother wanted to torture her.
Nickname: Most wolves call her Bly, unless she’s in trouble. Then her full name gets thrown around. She doesn’t like the name Blyton because she thinks it sounds like a boy’s name.
Gender: Fae
Age:Five Months Old
Rank Wanted: Alpha Female, of course!
Rank Received: Puppy
Appearance: Bly is the average size of a five month old puppy, meaning she has huge paws and ears that don't seem to fit with the rest of her body. She loves to eat, so she's slightly plumper than she should be, but it doesn't affect her. Her coat is a variety of shades of gray with some tan undertones. She's actually quite a dashing pattern.

Personality: Bly is a tomboy at heart. She hates staying clean or taking baths and loves the things she shouldn't love. Mud? You can find her in it. Bugs? She eats them for breakfast (literally). Decaying carcasses covered in flies? She loves to roll in them. She's an adventurer, too, and you can be sure that when she comes back, most of the pack will want to stay away from her. She always comes back smelling of something awful, and no one is quite sure how she seems to find the worst thing in the pack to roll her little body in.

Bly is also boisterous. She is loud and can often be heard, breaking the peace of the forest with her howls, growls, and yells. She leaves a path of disrupted forest, birds flying into the air with their squaws and chasing off any prey. She is incapable of staying quiet and gets frustrated when hunting for small things (such as butterflies or rats). This behavior feeds into her rowdiness. Like a male, she has a rough personality and seems tougher than she is. She pretends nothing hurts her and becomes angered easily when insulted or punished.

She's quick to act and is always on some grand adventure, whether it's pestering another wolf, stealing a meal, or simply looking for some object to play with. She can be sly in this and can surprise wolves, jumping out at them when they least expect it. Her adventures often get her into trouble, but she doesn't listen to the endless complaints. She's having fun with what she does.

Bly does have a few positives about her. When she's tired or sick, she turns into a sweet little puppy, ready to cuddle and listen to stories about other wolves' adventures. This is when she's at her sweetest and when she won't call another a bad name or hurl poisonous berries at them. Another plus is that she loves to learn. She has a big brain in that thick skull, and knowledge soaks into her like a sponge. If someone is teaching her, it's the longest time anyone can get her to sit still and listen.

The funniest thing about her may be her eating habits. She's quite the wolf when it comes to that, forgetting all manners anyone has tried to bestow upon her. If she's ready for a meal, it's best to stand back. If anyone is anywhere close to her, they'll be soaked in whatever it is she's eating. It's like an explosion. She loves food too much to slow down.

Really, Bly wass a momma's girl. She loved her mother and cared deeply for her, and the same thing had happened in reverse. Unfortunately with her mother's death and no one left to love the little beast, she's often left to her own devices.

History: Bly's father left before she was born. He didn't care that her mother was pregnant. He found another female and went off to chase her, so Bly was born to a single parent. The life was hard for her mother, trying to keep herself and her three offspring fed. Unfortunately, her brother and sister perished under their mother's care. Not wanting to see her final puppy die, she joined the pack in an attempt to keep her safe. She watched Bly grow and became involved in pack life, loving the new family she had found to keep her company. Unfortunately, she was a scout and stumbled across the wrong wolf. She died at the hands of the rogue, leaving her only daughter as an orphan.

Likes: Filth, games, teasing, and expending energy
Dislikes: Getting in trouble, wolves who can't have fun, and responsibility
Mate: She's far too young
Crush: Well...
Pups: She's still a puppy herself.