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

[.yuanfen]

{ We're having people over for Thanksgiving and I'm expected to entertain them, so I might not be posting too much initially. Apologies. }

[spiff]

((Let's start in the early morning.))

⇢ {rowan} | {northside} | {alpha} ⇠

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Rowan didn't need to come out of his den to know it was cloudy; the absence of the sunlight that he usually got a eyeful of when he first woke was testimony of that. He sauntered outside, relishing the nip of brisk morning air that greeted him. As was his daily routine, he immediately turned and trotted in the direction he had long ago memorized as south, where the pack that had been on his mind every day resided. There was no real reason he needed to -- Fey was smart enough to ensure that her camp was not visible from Northside territory, and Rowan was careful to do the same -- but perhaps it was the comfort of being able to observe their territory at his whim that kept him coming here day to day. That, and the satisfaction he got when he was never caught. Someone needs to send out border patrols more often, he thought with savage satisfaction. He lingered there for a moment, taking in the expanse of forest that stretched away before him, before turning and walking back to camp at a quick trot.

[hypnotic.]

{ joining! :3 can i use my own form?

[spiff]

((Of course. :3))

[Ƨтяαωвɛяяʏღღღ]

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username;;

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name;;

"My name? My name is rather silly, to be honest. I was raised by my mother who'd been raised by humans, and so I have a human name. My name is Grace after the girl that looked after my mom. So, shamfully, I am named after a human."

gender;;

"Are you an idiot? I'm a beautiful and young fae."

age;;

Well, let's see... I am almost three human years old - for us wolves you would say I'm seventeen years of age."

pack;;

"I am a proud member of Rowen's pack; the Northside."

rank;;

"With my strength I am no doubt a fighter, and I''m rather good at this job. It isn't too high of a ranking but at least it suits my persona well."

one word;;

Destructive

personality;;

Don't let her fool you - under neith her blonde fur and behind her golden eyes, Grace is a little ball of hate a destruction along with a little bit of sneakiness and at times she can be a brat. Maybe even like a princess.
Coming from a troubled child hood like any other wolf she's bottled up some hate with her, and as she said that fighting is a good job for her, she means it puts others out of harm. When someone gets to her she'll let you know within a matter of time by chalenging you to a fight or - if you aren't in her pack - trying to kill off part of you family. She's a strong girl, raised right, and if you're stupid enough to start a spark then she'll put her muscles to good use.
Grace is also somewhat sneaky and seductive. As a past rouge, she would sweet talk her way into getting a quick meal from a younger brute then flee at night along with a rabbit or something. This is why she prefers to fight instead of hunt because she doesn't have too much knowledge with taking on larger game. If she'd like to get secrets out she easily would, but after she was accepted to the pack she could only use the trick for a month or so before the Southside found out her secrets. But she's no fox, and as she gets older she'll get less like one.
And a princess. Yes, even as a past loner Grace has always been a princess; a spoiled only child with a strong mother, and Grace alone able to get what she wants. She likes the fact of having a clean den and not rotten food, but she does have to eat and sleep. When she gets tired of something - or someone - she'll tell someone about it and somehow get her way, just because she hates imperfection.

love interest;;

"I do not beleive love is kein in my life yet. Some day, though, I'd like to find someone who suits me and have little, beautiful pups. One of their names will be Serenity."

other;;

"Bye now."

[hypnotic.]

{ full name }
Her name is Alice, which was the name her parents gave her.

{ nicknames }
Alice is what she wants to be called. When she was younger she got the nickname of Alice in Wonderland, since she would space out when she went out into the woods with her father to learn how to hunt. So yes, she was teased when she was a pup. And yes, she was born in a pack.

{ gender }
Female, which it should be obvious. Her name is feminine and she has the parts of a female wolf, so nothing should set you off that she is male in any way.

{ age }
2 years & 3 months. Which is actually really young.

{ rank wanted }
Fighter

{ pack }
Northside.


{ height }
2 feet & 3 inches.

{ weight }
53.6 lbs.

{ fur color }
Her natural fur color is a snow white color, but looks more calico with her different colored markings.

{ eye color }
She has a very deep and dark brown color to her eyes that they look black, but that just means they glow brighter when the moon or sun shines on them.

{ markings }
She has several different markings, such as... some splotches or red, blonde, and brown.

{ scars }
She has a moon shaped scar on the right nape of her neck from an injury in her past.

{ overall looks }
She doesn't look very muscular but she sure is one strong puppy. She shows little muscle mostly in her torso and shoulders, her legs look weak and skinny. Her paws are big, great for fatal attacks on someone that she could get in a fight with. She is small, standing at two feet and 3 inches and weighing about 53.6 pounds. Her eyes are like an abysses or a black holes you could say. They are just such a deep and dark brown that they look black. Her eyes are mostly what scares other wolves away, thinking she is evil or something, stupid right? Well her black eyes match her aggressiveness i guess. She has small fluffy ears that are black inside. She has a small snout and a small black nose that looks like a shiny black button. Her fur is soft and fluffy all over her body, more thick around the head and neck all the way down to her shoulders. Her tail is also short and has lots of fur on it, of course.


{ personality }
Alice is a kind girl, but she isn't to kind to people who talk to her. She is a creative girl, she loves to just be herself and doesn't care what others think about her. She cares about others, even if they hate her guts. She has good spirit and has a great sense of humor. She is only nice to the people she can really get along with, she doesn't like to call them friends, and she doesn't take kindly to strangers. She can be a little flirty at times, but its hardly noticeable, her flirting is more like teasing. She is more into what you could call the 'bad boys'. Other than that slight interest in 'bad boys' she doesn't have a type... She doesn't like to be the center of attention, so she mostly just keeps everything to herself. She doesn't show her feelings and all that. She doesn't smile, but that sounds more like she is a total blob. She isn't though, she doesn't smile but she will grin. Even when it looks like she is smiling, its not a smile its just a 'wide grin' to her. Don't try to embarrass her or something like that, because she will so rip yours legs off. If you embarrass her she will go completely nuts or try to deny something your embarrassing her about. She is just that type of wolf. Lets just say she kind of has trust issues. She decides if she trusts someone if she gets a good look at you, i guess you could say she judges a book by its cover. She hates rumors and promises and secrets. She doesn't like to keep secrets or promises and she would never have someone promise her something and don't tell her secrets, even though she is good at keeping them, she doesn't want to her it. Other than all that she can be a really awesome girl. She loves to talk if she can find it in her heart to not be rude. She can be aggressive, getting in fights a lot in her old pack and everything. But if you look deep deep, way deep down she has a soft side. She finds pups cute, even though she really doesn't want some of her own. She can be gentle and nice, but you'll have to be able to have known her for a long time for that to happen. She doesn't care about status and can relate more to Omegas, or what you can call Peace-Keepers. For how aggressive she is, that depends on what she thinks of you. If you think your all top dog and boss people around when your not even and Alpha, than she will most likely pick a fight with you. If your quiet, sort of shy, and nice to others... then that's perfectly fine with her. She won't pick fights with those kind of wolves because if you don't tick her off you fine!

{ likes }
Food → rabbit, elk, deer, you name it.
Sleeping → sleeping regularly or taking naps.
Nature → she doesn't sleep in a den, she loves to sleep under the stars.
Water → loves swimming in it or drinking it.

{ dislikes }
Mosquitoes → nasty little blood suckers.
Being Hungry → she hates the noise of a growling stomach.
Snakes → she just doesn't like them.
Loud noises → she just hates loud noises like yelling or screaming, mostly because she has sensitive hearing.
Fleas → she hates them most of all.

{ phobias }
Claustrophobia → fear of confined spaces

{ family }
Cher (Cherry) - Sister → Alive: unknown
Nathaniel (Nathan) - Brother → Alive: unknown
Evangeline (Evie) - Mother → Deceased
Andy (Andrew) - Father → Deceased


{ crush }
She doesn't have one yet.

{ mate }
Nope, she just hasn't found that one special wolf...

{ pups }
Cute but no.

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[sparrow.]

є ህ є я ƒαℓℓìиɠ sнαᗪσὠs

cяυsн:
иσиє
иìcκиαмє:
єህєя
ὠìтн:
no one yet
αɠє:
3 years
ραcκ
иσятнsìᗪє

Smoke filled her burning lungs and the fae thrashed under the brute's grip. He was too strong, and he pinned her down, a fierce snarl on his oddly handsome face. Baring her own teeth at her father, she dug her back legs in his stomach, claws extended. She was drawing blood, but the dark brute only laughed. "Fire, Fire, Fire. You always were the spunky one." He growled, his breath rancid. Growling, she lifted her head to snap at him, but he was to swift, and he batted her muzzle to the side with a paw before returning his painfully tight grip on her legs. "Just like your mother. Oh Silver." A growl rose in his throat, and he lunged at her neck---

Ever snapped awake, panting. Her fur was wet with sweat, and she swallowed hard, blinking her brilliant sapphire and golden eyes, panting. Licking her lips, the multi-colored fae rose gracefully to her paws, swallowing again. That was the third night in a row she'd had a dream about her father. It had been barely over a year when she'd run from the sadistic wolf that had killed her siblings and mother, but she often thought about them. And with memories of them, came memories of the cruel black wolf.

Shaking her head, the beautiful fae rose to her slender legs and somehow managed to gracefully wriggle her way out of her den. Ever always seemed to walk with grace, though it appeared weary at most times. Sighing, she spotted Rowan entering the camp, and pricking her ears, trotted towards him, tail wagging a bit as she spotted the brute. "Goodmorning, Rowan." She greeted him with her soft tone, her eyes bright.

ƒ α ℓ ℓ є и sнαᗪσὠs σƒ cнασs

cяυsн:
иσиє
иìcκиαмє:
ƒαℓℓ
ὠìтн:
no one yet
αɠє:
3 years
ραcκ
тσ вє ìи sσυтнsìᗪє

Fall sat watching the camp, his golden eyes taking in everything at once. Blinking a bit, the brute gave a light sigh. It had been exactly a year, to the date, that he had escaped his father's pack, and he'd seen his mother and two of his sisters slaughtered in front of his eyes. Last he'd seen of his sister, Fire, she had run, but his father had come back with some of her fur, stating he had killed her, and thrown her body in the forest fire.

Pushing the old memories aside, the brute rested his large head on his paws, his golden eyes unwavering as he now watched the sun rise. A yawn rose in his mouth, his long pink tongue curling in response. [this is a wip, but I have to go, so if someone wants to find him, I'll be back in about 2-3 hours. Thanksgiving dinner :b]

[spiff]

((Accepted.))

[Ƨтяαωвɛяяʏღღღ]

grace

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● northside ● fighter ● with rowan & ever ●

I woke up with a jump, staring at my paws out of my golden eyes. The humidity in the air was clinging to my coat, making my apearance a little frizzy. With no sunlight coming and beating on my I assumed the morning was cloudy and the day would bring rain; miosture and clouds most always means rainy day. I uncrossed my muddy paws and looked at them for a good minute before switching my glance to the fellow fighters still in the den; Ash, Alice, and Ever. I don't understand with such a beautiful and unique name why she would prefer to be called Fallen - I mean sure, it's a long name but I would kill for a moth that gave thought to my name. Not just Grace. Seeing no activity outside I grunted and roled over before Fallen got up, making few sounds to wake who she thought was asleep. My eyes fluttered shut with the thoughts of what today would bring, but after a minute or two I'd heard talking, and my instincts were to get up becuase others were as well.
I stretched my front and rear legs before I'd gotten out of the den, looking over the other sleeping wolves. Once I was out I walked over to get a drink and look at my reflection, then I was off to find Rowan. My eyes brightened as I saw Rowan and Ever talking together, doing wolf things. How wonderful it would be to have control after an entire pack. As I aproached the two I nodded to my Alpha, saying a respectful "Good morning Rowan, how was your sleep?" I looked to Ever, guessing that I had maybe intruded on her, and I nodded to her, trying not to look her in the eyes too often because of my hunch.

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[spiff]

((I just finished eating. I couldn't eat a lot because my teeth still hurt from yesterday's orthodontist appointment. >_<))

⇢ {rowan} | {northside} | {alpha} ⇠

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"'Morning, Ever," replied Rowan, fixing his amber eyes on the she-wolf. In his mind, he ran through their first meeting. She seemed like she had been travelling for a long time, and she hadn't been in the best of conditions. She'd listened through his explanation of their enmity with the Southside pack and had barely batted an eye or seemed to regret her decision to join. Deep in thought, he nearly missed Grace's entrance, but he covered his minuscule blunder with a smooth, "Hello, Grace." He paused, letting her name linger in the air. It flows off the tongue nicely, he thought absently, half of him still focused on Ever. "I slept well, thank you," he said politely, "and you?"