the end - literate wolf roleplay - open

[~Wolf Chick~]

"lay your weary head to rest
don't you cry no more"

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fae-3 years-single-hunter-saf-

ｎａｍｅ;; My mother told me that the name Arya belongs to a wolf with honour and nobility. I personally don't see why a name like that would be fitting for a wolf like me as I don't see myself as being the most noble of wolves but my mother must have had high hopes for me. I haven't done anything particularly honourable or noble in my life, unless loyalty to the pack counts. A title like Arya has to be earned and I wish that one day I can live up to that name and do my mother proud. She also told me that it means 'air' but I'm not sure what that has to do with me, wolves can't fly after all.

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; Isn't it obvious? I'm a female of course, and proud of it.

ｐａｃｋ;; My loyalties lie with the Saf wolves. I was born a member of this pack, and I will die a member of this pack. The Gaddar wolves took something precious from me and I would fight against them in a heart beat. I would do anything for my family, even if it meant risking my life.

ｒａｎｋ;; I'm a hunter at heart. I am yet to experience something as exhilerating and pure as hunting. A successful chase is the best feeling a wolf can have in my opinion. The feeling of pride I have when bringing down my prey and watching as the pack feasts on my hard work is what keeps me going, it makes me feel proud to be a member. The idea of being alpha fae, or even beta for that matter both excites me and terrifies me. As much as I would appreciate the position, I fear I would make a wrong decision and risking the safety and protection of the pack is something I don't want to think about. Right now I'm perfectly content as a hunter. It's what I'm best at.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; I'm not entirely sure what there is to say about myself without either sounding arrogant or worthless. I know that I'm a loyal wolf and whatever action I make, I do for the pack. The respect I have for my alphas is uncanny. There's nothing I wouldn't do for them. I certainly wouldn't do anything deliberately that could cause any member harm. I would rather lose my own life than risk the life of another. I like to think that I have a way with words, using the power of speak to get my way out of problems rather than physical fighting. I'm not the most muscular of faes so I can't afford to get in to too many fights. I am however, rather agile and swift, and this works to my advantage when hunting. I use sarcasm and witty remarks as a way of getting out of having to answer personal questions. Some wolves have told me that sometimes my comments can be rude but I don't always see it that way. I try my best not to talk about my past, only ever opening up to those who I feel closest to and I feel that I can trust with my life.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; My mother told me that I was born to a litter of just three pups, with the youngest and smallest of the pups dying shortly after birth. She said he was too weak to survive. This left me as the little sister of the litter. My brother, Kenai, was much larger than me and this was obvious from birth. His fur was darker than mine and he liked to show that he was the 'better' wolf. Often we would play fight together and he would usually win due to his size and strength. He knew he just had to lie on top of me to beat me. I however had the upper paw when it came to chasing. I can't think of a time when he managed to catch me. My mother told me that we often irritated her when we were young but she loved us both dearly.
I thought my youth was a pleasant one until I reached my first year. I was still a cub at heart and I enjoyed playing pranks on my brother, pouncing on him when least expected it. You know, the usual kind of tricks a pup plays on her siblings. One morning, me and my brother thought we would practice our hunting skills. We wandered away from the pack and began tracking what we thought was a mouse. It wasn't big prey but it helped improve our skills. We had been following this little rodent for what felt like a lifetime and we were both oblivious to the change in territory scent. The scent was no longer of Saf, but now of Gaddar. Being young, boisterous wolves, we didn't realise.
My brother thought it would be a good idea to race after the little rodent once it was in sight and before I knew it, he was out of my sight. I followed him in to some dense bushes when I noticed the scent change. Before I had a chance to call out to my brother, I heard rustling not far ahead, followed by the high pitched howl of my brother. I wanted to hurry after him but I was too terrified to move. Instead I lay down on my belly and peared through the bracken. Two larger wolves, no doubt from the Gaddar, were teasing my brother. Biting him, pawing at him. I wanted to stop them but I had froze. All I could do was lie there and watch as rival wolves killed my brother. After they had been sure he was dead, the wolves ran off. I was now left with the task of admitting to my mother, and the rest of the pack, that my brother had been killed my the rival pack. And that it was my fault. It was my idea to go hunting. I will never forgive myself what happened to him and I dream about him often.
A few months after my brother passed, so did my mother. She was an older wolf and the Winter took her. She said my father was a loner so I have no idea if he is living or dead. I've spent the rest of my life doing whatever I can for the pack and longing to do my family proud.

ｆａｍｉｌｙ;; I had two brothers, the youngest of which died during birth. My older brother was killed by the Gaddar pack and this has given my a strong hatred against them. My mother died a few months after my brother. The Winter was a harsh one and she wasn't strong enough to survive it. My father was a loner and I have no knowledge about him.

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; I'm not exactly looking for a mate right now but the idea of being with another wolf seems exciting. There's something about the alpha, Caleb, that's charming but I doubt he would ever consider me in such a way.

ｏｔｈｅｒ;; There is nothing else I have to say.

[Act Of Valor]

"You never know how far you can run until you try."
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Female-Adult-Single-Hunter-Saf

ｎａｍｅ;; Some wolves may agree that my name can either fit a male wolf, or a female wolf. In this case, Dakota is the name for a female. Me. Believe me, I have asked my mother multiple times as to why I was named Dakota. Her response was simply because the name seemed to have fit me. Though I still wonder often as to why I was named Dakota, I don't let it bother me too much. There aren't many nicknames to go along with Dakota, but some of the wolves in the pack refer to me as Kota. If you can think up of any other name that you might feel fits me then go ahead and call me by that name if you wish.

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; As you can see, I am a female. I was born a female and I will most likely stay female for the rest of my life, unless something unnatural happens.

ｐａｃｋ;; I was born and raised in the Saf Pack. From the time I was little, I was told how horrible and evil the Gadder Pack is and now, being a young adult, every inch of my being hates the Gadder Pack.

ｒａｎｋ;; My mother says from when I was little, I would always be a Hunter. She was right. When I started to train, I found that I had a knack at finding prey and so for now, I am contended with being a Hunter, helping to feed the pack.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; Soft-spoken is what all the wolves say when they mention me. I am soft-spoken, my voice naturally being soft and quiet. I guess I am not a loud wolf, but I don't mind the label of being a soft-spoken wolf, I've always been like that. I guess you could say it's hard to describe yourself, but I will give my best. I would like to say that I am a loyal wolf. I have never broken any rules and I have not disobeyed the Alpha once. I consider myself as an open minded wolf. I actually like to listen to what the other wolves, finding it interested what each is thinking and their own opionions. My mother would always say that I was the one who she had to keep an eye on the most. I like adventure and I like the idea of going somewhere new, somewhere I have not yet investigated yet. I will admit that my adventureous side has gotten me into trouble a couple of times. You learn from your mistakes though. I think I am brave, I mean I would go into battle and fight alongside my pack members if I had to defend it. I would lay my life down as well, if it ensures the safety of the pack. To the wolves outside of the Saf Pack, I am wary and guarded. Stories and the past of the Gadder Pack has caused me to be defensive if I come face to face with a wolf I do not know. I can't help it, wouldn't you be guarded if one of your parents' and your brother and sisters were killed from your enemy?

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; My history? Well, my mother and I were the only ones to survive the war between the two packs. She hadn't told me of my past until I was older, but everytime I think back to it, the story still sends a shiver down my spine. My mother Bracken, had told me that my father had been a fearful Warrior, running into battle when Gadder had invaded, trying to bring Saf Pack into extinction before they were elimanated. My father Kodak, had died bravely in battle. At least that's what my mother had said. Either way, Kokad had left Bracken and her swollen stomach alone. Bracken had told me that she knew he didn't wan't to leave, but he was a warrior and as a warrior it was his duty to protect the pack, even if it meant sacrificing his own life. So when my sisters, brothers, and myself were born, we never once saw our father. We were born at a bad time to say the lease. There was hardly any prey around when we were born and that turned out to me being the only survivor. M y mother would always be watcful of me, probably because I was the only one left. Even then though, I found a way to slip away from her vision. When I became a young adult, my mother passed away, the last connection I had. I was sad yes, but I was an adult then and didn't need her watchful eye anymore. I had learned the ways of hunting and that is where I am at today, hunting for the Pack I am loyal to.

ｆａｍｉｌｙ;; My whole family had belonged to the Saf Pack at one time. There was my brave father Kodak, and my mother Bracken, who carried a gentle nature. I never knew the names of my brothers and sisters as they didn't survive the first night, due to lack of food and probably, sickness. Kodak died in battle, trying to defeat the Gadder Pack and my mother passed away only a year ago, from old age.
As for a mate and pups, I have neither. I am still young so I know I could always find that perfect wolf, but I'm in no rush as of right now. Anyway, no one has really caught my attention yet.

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; I have no crush as of right now. No one has caught my eye, but I feel it could change.

ｏｔｈｅｒ;; Nothing that I can think of as of right now.

[chagrin]

Both accepted. Thank you for joining }

[cheetah;]

"Live with no excuses and love with no regrets."
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female - three - single - fighter

ｎａｍｅ;; The name of this tall, stunning wolf stays as Whisper. wip

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; *pretty straight forward*

ｐａｃｋ;; *include if they are pack born or come from a different pack, what do they think of the rivaling pack.*

ｒａｎｋ;; *include rank wanted, how did they get their rank*

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; *at least one big paragraph*

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; *at least two paragraphs, if they are pack born and don't have an interesting background I'll understand less*

ｆａｍｉｌｙ;; *are they in the pack, if dead how did they die, mate and pups go here as well*

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; *are they from the pack, what do they think of them, why do they like them, do they like them back*

ｏｔｈｅｒ;; *anything else*

>> wip;

[chagrin]

Accepted when done :D }

[apathy,]

no arguments.
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male • four • mate-less
hunter • gaddar
Some days I can't even trust myself
It's killing me to see you this way

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Don't listen to a word I say

The screams all sound the same

▣ ▣ ▣ ｎａｍｅ ▣ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ▣ ▣ ▣

"my name is vihan, and it's pronounced vee-yawn, no one knows what my name means, and i honestly don't care. i like my name, and so i won't argue about it. i mean, why would you argue about a name in the first place? but i dunno, wolves are weird. but, yeah, my name is vihan, and sometimes i go by vihanny, ( vee-yawn-ie )

▣ ▣ ▣ ｐａｃｋ ▣ ｒａｎｋ ▣ ▣ ▣

wip;;

▣ ▣ ▣ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ▣ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ▣ ▣ ▣

wip;;

▣ ▣ ▣ ｆａｍｉｌｙ ▣ ｃｒｕｓｈ ▣ ▣ ▣

wip;;

▣ ▣ ▣ ｏｔｈｅｒ ▣ ▣ ▣

wip;;

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and so it begins.
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female ■ five ■ mate-less ■ hunter ■ gaddar

ｎａｍｅ;; *you can include pronunciation, origin, meaning what your character thinks of it's name*

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; *pretty straight forward*

ｐａｃｋ;; *include if they are pack born or come from a different pack, what do they think of the rivaling pack.*

ｒａｎｋ;; *include rank wanted, how did they get their rank*

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; *at least one big paragraph*

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; *at least two paragraphs, if they are pack born and don't have an interesting background I'll understand less*

ｆａｍｉｌｙ;; *are they in the pack, if dead how did they die, mate and pups go here as well*

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; *are they from the pack, what do they think of them, why do they like them, do they like them back*

ｏｔｈｅｒ;; *anything else*

[baby dragonborn]

{{ I apologize. Amari is a huge wip. I'm studying for a bit and then I will finish her form. c: }}

"Can we create something ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ,
and ｄｅｓｔｒｏｙ it?"
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female ~ adult ~ single ~ hunter ~ gaddar

ｎａｍｅ;; { Amari } "You can call me Amari. My name is of Greek origin, but African as well, and both have different meanings which are eternally lovely and strong. I was named by both my mother and father, the named matched both of them perfectly. My mother was always a gentle, calm and kind fae. She really was eternally lovely, and she wanted her pup to be just like her. On the other hand, my father was strong and determined. He wasn't around much when I was young, but I know he was still always proud of me. I looked up to him when he was actually with me. He was a great hunter, always bringing the pack food. I wanted to be like him when I was old enough."

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; { Female } "You're lucky I don't scratch your ears off now. I do hope I don't look like a brute. My small size should give away the fact that I'm a fae, and I trust you not to say otherwise."

ｐａｃｋ;; { Gaddar } "I belong to the Gaddar pack, and have ever since I was a pup. I have grown up around the same wolves, and I would do anything to protect them."

ｒａｎｋ;; { Hunter } "As I said, I have always wanted to be like my father who was a strong hunter for the pack. He would take me out with him sometimes, and he taught me everything I needed to know. Many wolves say I'm nearly as fast and powerful as him when I hunt, but I know I will never be as talented."

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; "This would be difficult for anyone, to describe their own personality. But I will give it a shot. Many of my pack who knew my parents know I'm more like my father. Of course I have my gentle side, usually around pups or elders, but the rest of me is the complete opposite. I know how to stand up for myself, I'm not afraid of being rude to those who I dislike. I'm sarcastic a lot of the time, but I still know when to be serious. I keep my feelings and emotions bottled up and hidden, it's hard for others to tell when I'm upset or angry. I act differently when I hunt, always focused on bringing food home for the pack. I would rather hunt alone than in groups, but of course this rarely happens. I probably make it seem like I'm constantly wanting to be alone, but in all honestly I like being in larger groups, I just hunt better by myself. I'm loyal to my pack, and would do anything for them. My personality jumps all over the place, but one thing I'm definitely not is shy. I'm a loud mouth, I talk a lot even when it isn't my time too. My temper can be set off easily, I just don't show it."

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; { wip }

ｆａｍｉｌｙ;; "I was born with only one sibling. A brother, who died a few months after birth. It was during the winter, and he wasn't strong enough to survive the cold weather. Both my mother and father lived a long time, they watched me grow up. My father died first in a battle. He was so strong, I was devastated and confused to hear he was killed in something he was so skilled in. After that, my mother turned into someone else, someone I didn't know. She never came outside, and refused to eat. She eventually became sick and passed away. I try to cope with my feelings by myself, but their deaths do upset me often which is one of my weak points."

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; "Oh, no. I haven't been interested in a brute for awhile. It will probably take some time for me to find the right one, but he will come eventually."

ｏｔｈｅｒ;; "I don't have much else to say. You know mostly everything about me by now."

[chagrin]

When everyone finished their forms maybe we can start :) }

[spiff]

don’t touch me.
don’t you dare touch me.

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female ❖ three ❖ single ❖ huntress ❖ gaddar

Miss Independent
Miss Self-Sufficient
Miss Keep-Your-Distance

Miss Unafraid
Miss Outta-My-Way
Miss Don’t-Let-a-Man-Interfere, no

Miss Independent -- Kelly Clarkson

ｎａｍｅ;; “Fey. Just Fey. My mother was... eccentric, to say the least. I do not know what I did to get my name as a mere pup, or how she could have foretold the way I grew into it as I got older.”

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; “I am a female. Perhaps some are vulnerable and need protection, but it would be a dear mistake to assume I am one of them. As the eldest of all my siblings, I became a third parent, more dedicated than my mother and father in keeping them fed.”

ｐａｃｋ;; “Truth be told, I had completely forgotten about the war my parents had told me of so many times when I joined the Gaddar wolves. In my defense, I was sick with grief, scratched and bloody from the brambles and thorns that had tried to hold me back with painful fingers, and generally in no condition to care about anything but getting away, away, away.”

ｒａｎｋ;; “I am a huntress through and through. The thrill of the hunt has always sung through my veins, and I needed finely honed skills if I was to keep my family alive through the winter. Of course, all my efforts turned out to be in vain in the end. Nothing mattered at that point. It was as if the gods had laughed at all I had done when my family was struck down in that brutal slaughter.”

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; Fey is trying to forget. Masking the hurt she has fooled herself into thinking she has gotten over with a scathingly sarcastic exterior and coolly calculating mind, she holds her heart high above those around her, daring them to try and catch her. Keeping a purely platonic bond with her packmates, she immerses herself in her hunting, struggling to go above and beyond when pulling her weight in the pack. Catching the distance she keeps herself at, seeing the unfathomable expression on her face, the carefully blank eyes, it is only all too easy to miss the ghost of the wolf she used to be. A smile that slips past her guard for just a moment, hesitant and shy. An infectious laugh that you can tell was once beautiful, but scratches and slips from disuse. The moments in between, when she forgets she is supposed to have heart of ice and a backbone of iron. When she forgets she doesn’t deserve to be happy anymore, that she spends each night struggling to keep her head above the waters of guilt that threaten to pull her under and drown her. Feeling like she should have been able to do more. Wishing it had been her. Cursing herself for running.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; “If there is anything I hate in the world, it is pity. I do not want you to feel sorry for me. Don’t you dare think I’m weak. Don’t you dare tiptoe around me, handle me like I am a sculpture of glass that could blow away in the breeze as nothing more than a handful of glimmering shards. You’ll only cut yourself on their jagged edges.
“I was born to a pair of star-crossed lovers, the eldest in a litter of six. Many nights they regaled me and my siblings with the tale of how they first met, their clash in battle, how my mother tried to rip my father’s throat out, how he thought he was in love with this wild, unforgiving, unrelenting storm of fur and claws and teeth. They told us of the next chapter, the second encounter during a border patrol. The third, a moonlight tryst that was the first of many that followed, when it turned out they just couldn’t get away from each other. We knew their story by heart, how they ran away together, and it gave us hope: that love conquers all, that it is what gets us through the difficult times.
“They came in the night, a band of rogues. I can’t imagine what they wanted with us, but my father tried to hold them off, told us all to run. Of course, my mother would not leave his side. So there they were, the two of them against a whole lot more, making their last stand together. My brothers and sisters would not leave them. I did not leave him. Only Keegan, the youngest of us all, had the sense to know that if we continued to stand around like helpless idiots, the only thing we would achieve would be to make our parents’ deaths in vain as we watched the rogues tear them apart before coming after us. I remember him as the idiot who didn’t know what the word “danger” meant, yet that day, he was the one who came through for all of us. He dragged us all away. I came to my senses and ran for my life; after doing so much hunting to feed the family, I was -- I am -- the swiftest of foot.
“Do you know that saying about the bear? The one that says you don’t have to outrun the bear, you just have to outrun your friend? I think that’s what happened that day. After my promise to myself that I would protect everyone, only to be the only survivor because it turned out I could only think of myself in true times of crisis -- I’ll never forgive myself.”

ｆａｍｉｌｙ;; “Dead. All dead. Three younger brothers, two younger sisters, two parents who were madly in love with each other. It could have been me. It should have been me. I wish it had been me.”

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; “Watching my parents when I was a pup, I used to think it was beautiful how much they loved each other. I could see it in their eyes, the way they lit up when they saw each other, the certainty of knowing they would travel to the ends of the world for each other. I was a pup, and all I understood of love was the warmth that melted through my heart seeing them, the gentle smiles, the moments of contact they stole when they thought they were not being watched. I blame love for killing them in the end and tearing me apart in the months to come. Do you honestly believe I will let that cursed disease infect me again when I have finally freed my wings of the chains that bound my heart to my family? When those I know die, I will be high above. Untouchable.”

ｏｔｈｅｒ;; If we have a shortage of males, I can make a form for Keegan, the younger brother I mentioned in Fey’s history. Just say the word. C;

[chagrin]

Accepted. Thank you for joining. If it's not too much of a problem for you we could use another male. :) }