{blood} and {pride};; {wolf war/romance};; {accepting};;

[charmey]

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;; username ;;

Charmey.


;; name ;;

Aspen.


;; age ;;

Three & 1/2 years.


;; gender ;;

Female.


;; stats ;;

Aspen has secured herself the Fighter rank in the Southside pack. She wants the alpha title, but for now, shes stuck with the rest of the pack's commoners.


;; appearance ;;

White marbled in with grey make up Aspen's pelt. Her paws are light grey as well as her forehead. She is tall, lean, and muscular for a female, though she is still slightly smaller than the average male wolf. She has light nightshade purple eyes and as far as battle scars, only a nick in her right ear has managed not to heal.


;; personality ;;

Aspen has kind of a split personality. There is her seductive and ambitious side, and then her sweet, innocent one. She believes love is power and being manipulative and devious will get you anywhere. She isn't a goodytwoshoes, noble, or perfect. In reality, she would probably be considered white trash to the girls, and a fun hot night to the boys. She doesn't forgive easy and'll always find a way to blame you or switch the story. But, she can actually be nice to be around at times, and is as loyal as they come to her pack. Her light, nightshade purple eyes glisten with ambition and lust for power and love. All-in-all, she's a snake in the grass- a beautiful, soft one at first... But you never know when she'll latch on and sink her fangs into you.


;; history ;;

Aspen was born in Nome, Alaska as part of a breeding organization to bring the wolf population back. When she was around one and a half years old, she was transferred to an up-state wildlife sanctuary. At the age of three, she was caught in the sanctuary by poachers, who took her to be sold as a pet on the black market. She was bought by a wealthy man who took her back to his estate in the mountains. There she lived for a few months before managing to escape into the wild. A little while later, she found this pack and fighting to show her worth, she was accepted.


;; love life ;;

No one sticks out to Aspen as mate material, so she's a loner in love right now. She'd like pups and a mate, but that's a hidden dream of hers.


;; other ;;

Nothing.

*all image credits go to their rightful owners.
*this character and form belong to me.

[reynard]

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username;;

Aubergine

name;;

Aloutana. Goes by Alou.

gender;;

Fae, obviously.

age;;

3 years.

pack;;

Southside.

rank;;

Fightress.

one word;;

Intelligent.

personality;;

Alou is a sly, intelligent young wolf. She was not born in the Southside pack, or the Northside one for that matter. She was born south of where the packs are located, which actually explains her touch of a southern drawl. Alou is a dangerous fae for many reasons, but the first one being her almost grifter like tendencies. She gave up on this deceptive career a long time ago, but she has never lost the talents that Lupus gave to her. Able to blend into any personality necessary, she will seduce a mark, using her beauty and charm. After she is finished, she will either kill the mark or whatever the specifics of her mission was. Despite her independence, she tends to be rather loyal to her Alpha, even if she has killed a few in her day. They are the ones who give her the orders, and she is the one who fulfills it. Unless she is acting, Alou is normally rather sarcastic and quiet. That doesn't mean she is stupid, it just means that she doesn't speak any nonsense. When she speaks, it is usually worth listening too. A lot of her charm comes from her stunning beauty, and she is not afraid to flirt and use it when necessary. With steely grey eyes, it is hard to find much emotion in them naturally, but she hides the left overs anyway. Despite her agility and litheness, she is a fightress. She has always known how to fight to get out of a sticky situation in case a grift went bad. Watching her fight is almost like watching a dance.

love interest;;

Femme Fatal...hard to thaw her heart.

other;;

Her twin brother is Aleutian.

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username;;

Aubergine

name;;

Aleutian. Goes by Aleu.

gender;;

Brute.

age;;

Three years.

pack;;

Southside.

rank;;

Beta.

one word;;

Vigilant.

personality;;

Aleu is more of a strong, silent type. However, he would never fit into Northside, as his method of fighting is more of a twisting, agile thing...and he isn't arrogant. Confident, yes, but Aleu is more of a speak as little as he can, and just look scary sort of wolf. With a staggering height, he is taller than most wolves, so it was not surprising he was once a fighter. However, as odd as it is, he is mostly lank and leg, not muscle and body. His fighting almost looks careless, showing how most of the things he does comes naturally to him. If it isn't natural to him, he will not do it. This is why he does not talk or flirt much at all, simply because he sees it as a waste of time and space. More of a strong figurehead, he also has one peculiar oddity about him. He lacks a driving ambition, making him almost stunned whenever he gets promoted or an honor. He never expects it. A few wolves can attest however, that when Aleu does talk, it almost has a sarcastic, dry bite to it, always undertone with a certain humor. Like his sister, his grey eyes don't show much, but one can usually find his emotions floating around, as he does not try to hide them. The wolf also follows orders to a T, but has been known to break them in order to preserve his sisters life. He also is often used as a proxy for fighting challenges, as he enjoys the fight and is good at what he does.

love interest;;

Type here. Specify whether it's a crush or mate, please.

other;;

His twin sister is Aloutana.

-- May add more eventually. ^^ --

[spiff]

((Both accepted. Is Alou the one who's going to be Fey's spy?))

[reynard]

((Both accepted. Is Alou the one who's going to be Fey's spy?))

-- Yesh. ^^ Sneaky little thing she is. ^^ Can she bump into Fey any time soon? Like maybe Fae can be talking to Aleu about a possible thought, and he can bring up his sisters...past times. --

[hypnotic.]

Ｖ ｉ ｏ ｌ ａ.
{ ｆｅｍａｌｅ }
{ 2 ｙｅａｒｓ }
{ ｃｒｕｓｈｌｅｓｓ }
{ ｈｕｎｔｅｒ }
{ ｓｏｕｔｈｓｉｄｅ }

Viola was just laying in her den, staring out of the entrance and watching the other wolves. She didn't do well when there were to many wolves and she really didn't feel like being noticed by any of them. She was getting bored in her den though, maybe she could go hunting? She thought about it and decided it was better than laying in her den all day. She got off her side, rolling over onto her stomach and then scurried out of her den. She made sure to quickly walking past them and then getting into the forest where she was calm, surrounded by trees. She took a deep breathe, she really needed to get past her shyness. But when she was alone, she had nothing to worry about. She could be her fun and adventurous self. She started off in a random direction, not really paying attention to where she was headed. She stopped when she was about to past the border between the two packs. Now she just had to follow the border until she could find some prey. So she did what her plan was, walking along side the border which really meant she was actually also doing a border patrol. She hummed a tune as she trotted along, keeping her eyes out for any prey she might catch. She stopped she saw a rustle in the bushes, just past the border. The saw a rabbits head poke out, sniffing around then slowly hopped out the bush. Viola stood really still, should she try to catch this rabbit real quick? But it was on the other side of the border. She took her eyes off the rabbit, looking around to see if any other wolves were nearby. No one. She shook her head and walked past the rabbit, she wouldn't start drama. If she was caught, not only would she be noticed there would be a fight and she wasn't the best fighter.

{ anyone up to running into viola? :D

[spiff]

((Sure, Aubergine. I might have enough time to make some posts today, but I have school tomorrow, so I'll have to leave in an hour or so.))

[reynard]

((Sure, Aubergine. I might have enough time to make some posts today, but I have school tomorrow, so I'll have to leave in an hour or so.))

-- Response Edited in. --

Aleutian
Beta Brute
Crushless
Speaking to None

The larger brute licked his paws easily as he watched the camp, his slate grey eyes flicking about, but shoiwing nothing. He had risen early. Not as early as Fey had, but Aleu was not known for laziness, and he was not about to start. Running his pink tounge over his snowy white fore foot, he cleaned off the last of the blood which had been left over from his first meal. A fine, small little rabbit that had been just enough to stave off his hunger, but not enough to gorge him. A gorged wolf was a slow wolf though, and a slow wolf was a dead wolf. Hauling his large frame to a sitting position, he flicked his ears, simply enjoying the restive, peaceful, quiet moments he cherished and loved. Aleu loved the silence, to listen to the birds, or the snow muffled critters running around in winter. It truly was his little indulgence, especially now that the sun ahd greeted him and washed over his fine white pelt. Anyone could see how lanky the wolf was, decucing that he was in fact swift despite his size. He had duties, but for now he would wait for Fey to return to be sure he understood what he had to do.

Aloutana
Fightress
Crushless
Speaking To None

The wintery white fae sat at the edge of the clearing, he slate like eyes glinting in the morning sun as they glare caught off of them. Not that she minded the sun in her eyes at the moment, for she was listening, one ear cocked, the other pivoted to listen behind her. It was hard to catch the intelligent fae off gaurd, as she was used to having to stay on her toes. It came with her line of work. Former, work, she had to start correcting herself on that. She had decided to leave that life behind her, or try to at least. Turning and disseapearing into her den, she knew if she was needed, she would be called. Having gotten up very early that morning, she had beaten the sun, from a nightmare that regularly haunted and plauged her, she had found herself fit and eligable for a nice, long nap until Fey needed her. She knew that her bother would cover for her with the Alpha if necessary, especially because alou had always been the brains of there siblinghood. Although, the normally wise brute had yet to figure out that she killed their father. Apparently, he was sworn to take revenge upon her one day, if he ever found out. Details though, for he never would find out. Licking her silky coat, the luxurious pelt beautiful in the broken sunlight of her den, she curled herself into a tight little ball, and tucked her black nose under her tail for a nice sleep.

[Ƨтяαωвɛяяʏღღღ]

grace

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● northside ● fighter ● with rowan, ever, alice & ash ●

I Watched for a second or two as Rowan led the way into the wood and towards the border before I went off after him in a light trot. My spot in our formation was behind both Ever and Rowan, slightly I the middle if you were to be directly in front of me. I listened a little but to what they had to say, and a slight smile appeared on my lips when Rowan replied that he hadn't been out on the whole border yet, so maybe I - we, I mean - would be lucky enough to find some snooping southsiders sneaking around on our territory, and then maybe we'd also be lucky enough to take them in, as a prisoner of course, though. I looked next to me as Alice bounded up behind us, and I watched silently as she opened her mouth to speak but closed it when they - Rowan and Ever - started to talk. I felt half bad, what what am I supposed to do? She should be the one talking after they were finished. As Ash came up I greete her with a bow, getting a little bit sad that I - we, sorry again - wouldn't get to do what I do best. But there was always a whole other side of the territory. I stayed silent throughout the walk I the border, letting my senses be who I was having a conversation with. The scent of southside wolves got stronger and made my gag reflex more sensitive every second I got a little closer to the filthy dogs... I mean, ya my paws are dirty and so is the rest of my coat but... They're just filthy.

[|| Ghost ||]

乃ｌｉｔ ｚ ｅ ｎ

{ ｓｏｎｇ } {ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ : Camp-Forest } { ｓｏｕｔｈｓｉｄｅ } { ｈｕｎｔｅｒｅｓｓ } { ｗｉｔｈ : - }

It was simply the morning that woke me from my slumber. No odd smells, not the presence of another being, or the shift in the wind. My sleep had only ended. I hadn't had a proper dream in what seem like moons, but I didn't really miss them. They just weren't all that memorable.
The camp wasn't very lively this morning, and it seemed like most everyone was still asleep. I took this moment for advantage, enjoying the silence and the fog that wrapped around me. The cool morning clashed with my fur in an ironic way. Like the world couldn't decide whether it wanted it to be night or day. And my glinting gaze settled upon the entrance of camp every now and then while I groomed myself. The thought of going out for some early hunting came up, and it seemed like a okay idea.
So I stood on all fours, taking a heaving breath before starting at a trot... And then pushing a spark of force within my legs. I could hear the crackles that sounded in my muscles as I went straight ahead, like my body had shifted gears into four-wheel drive. All of the scents that raced through my mind filled me with intense bliss. I was running so hard that it was hard to breathe right, and that sent me on a high; which only made me run even faster. A smirk danced along my black lips, and I couldn't really help myself.
Eventually, I pulled myself back to a more serious mode. And my predator instincts started up, spinning a new pair of wheels in my head. 'Crack...' D*mn... My teeth glinted from the distasteful frustration, when I realized that my paws had misplaced themselves upon a twig. Maybe, if I'm careful... Suddenly a cloud of black birds erupted from the trees, flying farther and farther into the sun. Nice going Blitz... There still might be something here though...Might.

[.yuanfen]

♏ i n e r v a . || southside || healer

why don't they understand
that we are all the same
we all feel lost at times
why don'tthey understand
that someone else's pain
is not for gain

sticks and stones won't break my soul
get out of the way, I'm invincible
throw them down
'cause the one you hurts not around
not around
it's not your place
honestly

!

Oh no oh no oh no. Pure panic flooded her as she heard the approaching noise of footsteps. She should get out of here- the wolf that she had just seen was now sticking his muzzle in her face. Yelping in fear she leaped backwards into the tree again, ears drawing back instinctively, but not aggressively. Though perhaps her outside emotions towards other wolves seemed as though she could tear them limb from limb, she was at heart a wolf who preferred peace and quiet compared to blood-filled battles.
"Um, I'm ... okay," she whispered, darting behind the safety of the tree trunk and peering out from behind it, wide amber eyes inquisitive but hesitant. Minerva certainly had never met this wolf before, but he did not carry the scent of Northside, which allowed the bristling fur on the back of her neck to lay flat. Whimpering slightly as he nosed a few leaves out of her coat, she instinctively retreated further into the bushes.
It was an experience completely foreign to her. Most pups in the Southside pack were taught repetitively from birth never to seek her out unless they were in dire need of her healing ability. By the time they went out into the open the words of their parents had been so deeply ingrained into their minds that there was not one who would dare to approach her. The gentle gesture, the fact that he dared to approach her completely was a contradiction of how she had been treated her entire life.
Minerva found herself inexplicably drawn to the vivid color of his eyes, flecked with hidden emotion that she could not put fully formed thoughts to despite her best tries; eyes tracing down to his legs, her healer instincts were jolted by the sight of the scars running across them.