the end - literate wolf roleplay - open

[chagrin]

Guys, Love.Me.Not's Medieval will be taking up Fenris's place. They were the first to PM me, and I find it only fair to give the spot to them. I hope the rest of you who PM'ed me won't be offended in any possible way. I am sorry. }

Once their form is finished we'll start :D }

[Malédiction]

{Thanks.}

Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor.



Male - 5 years - Single - Alpha - Gaddar



What are you doing here? I don't
take trespassers very lightly, I recommend the faster you get
out of here, the less of a chance that I am going to shred you to pieces.

ｎａｍｅ;; My name is Medieval. There is no story behind my name, it is that, and you shall not call me anything other than it. If I catch you calling me something else, you'll be lucky to have one of your eyes left.

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; Do I look like a Fae to you? My teeth are sharp enough to pierce you ear with one bite, be careful what you do. I am a brute, and I do not think that has changed ever since I was born. I am uninterested to know why you thought of asking me that question, just be off with you.

ｐａｃｋ;; Gaddar Pack is the Pack to whom I belong to. As far as I'm concerned, this way of living has been the only way I have lived ever since being exiled by my parents, from my old Pack, Thorn of the Roses. I was barely searching for a day when I found this wonderful yet violent Pack. As for the Saf wolves, their brains have been replaced with fluff. Rabbit fluff. Do not speak of them to me unless you'd like to have your ears cut off.

ｒａｎｋ;; Alpha of the Gaddar, I find it faily easy to watch over the Pack. Didn't have to work hard for it, the old Alpha was just a wuss and I beat him in no time. Oh yeah, forgot to say. I challenged him to a fight, beat him, and exiled everyone from his family. I knew no one would challenge me after I'd done that, but I knew his kin would want to seek revenge. Haven't seen them since.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; I have a very violent nature. My solution to everything is a fight, the more blood shed the better. I rarely treat people with kindness or do I judge them fairly, that just makes me weak. And so is showing feelings on your face. My face is frozen into a permanent scowl, or more or less. In my savage nature, I tend to snap at everyone daily, and there is rarely a day where I haven't withdrawn blood from someone. My muzzle is stained with dried blood, as much wolf blood as prey blood. Mostly because I get in fights a lot, and I do not bother to lick my muzzle clean before stalking off triumphantly. I am very dominant, and anyone who questions my authority gets a very severe punishment, and it is highly unlikely that the wolf gets away unwounded. So, to sum this up, I am a savage and wild brute, where violence is like my second nature, and I like watching others suffer.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; I was born in a Pack called Thorn of the Roses. My parents were the Alphas at the time, Dawn and Crimson. They loved me, yet I only felt pure hatred bubbling into my heart. So, one morning I murdered my mother's parents, and the next night my father's parents. The blame slowly turned to me, and my parents had to exile me, yet I saw the heartbreak in their eyes. It disgusted me. Before I leaving, I told them I was thinking about leaving anyways, and the hurt in their eyes gave me the satisfaction I needed. Trekking through the forest, I had barely gone a few hours when I crossed into Gaddar Territory, refusing to leave when they snarled at me to. I just kept on going, ignoring their snappy remarks until I got into their camp and almost as soon as I entered, someone attacked me. I didn't know it was the Alpha, so when I let his limp body fall onto the ground, surprise registered on my face as I say everyone staring at me, horrified. I took over, exiling everyone that was kin to the old Alpha.

I didn't need any of them to want to seek revenge. For months I lead on the Pack, violence seeping into the Pack more and more. Then came the day my sister joined, and everything changed. Well, not everything. When I learnt that someone had beaten my wolf, I demanded to see this she-wolf. Gazing into her eyes, I knew who she was instantly. She had our mother's eyes and father's fur colour. Not showing it on my face, I asked her to join politely, which was very unusual of me, and she said yes. Although she joined, I payed absolutely no attention to her, keeping my eyes more on the Faes of the Pack. I was proud of them, I never knew any she-wolves as blood-thirsty as the ones in my Pack.

ｆａｍｉｌｙ;; Ah, family. I killed my grand-parents, got exiled by my own parents, and then found my sister without telling her who I really was. My parents were Dawn and Crimson, Alphas of the Thorn of the Roses Pack. My sister is Royale, fighter in this Pack now.

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; You've got to be kidding me! I don't have time for that stuff! Anyways, it's stupid. What's the point of it if it's just going to hurt you later on?

ｏｔｈｅｒ;; Nope

[chagrin]

Accepted! We can start now. ^-^ }

[indefinite,]

{{ is there still room for one more female? c: }}

[|~Nevermore~|]

[[Woah! We can start! I'm so pumped, I'll wait for someone else to start first though.]]

[chagrin]

indefinite; of course there is! :) }
I'm working on my post as we speak :P }

[Malédiction]

{This is going to be great.}

Name: Medieval
Gender: Brute
Age: 5 years
Pack: Gaddar
Rank: Alpha Brute
Crush: No One
Location: Camp
With: Himself

Medieval twitched in his sleep, small growls and whimpers escaping his mouth as he dreamed. His body was rigid as he lived through his nightmare, kicking out his legs in fright as if trying to run. Pieces of his nest were scattered everywhere, branches kicked against the walls and feathers spread out to form the shape of the sleeping brute. His breathing quickened to gasps, and his fur was dampened with sweat, making his coat appear darker than it actually was. Suddenly, he jumped up onto his paws as his eyes shot open, panting hard as he struggled to regain his bearings. Confusion flashed in his eyes for a couple seconds, until he recognized his own den and let his head drop. His nightmare was still fresh in his mind, the faint taste of blood on his tongue. Every night he had the exact same nightmare, rendering him tired in the morning. Yawning, Medieval shook the last of his dream out of his system, pushing the terror that had filled him to the back of his mind. The Alpah's throat was dry, and as he tried to cough, he choked and collapsed onto the ground. Groaning, he pushed himself back up on his strong legs and crawled out of the security of his Den, squinting as the sun bore down on him and stung his eyes. The camp was quiet, there was not one living soul, so Medieval had no problem to climb down to the stream and drink a couple thirsty mouthfuls.

He could feel the cold liquid going down his throat and then settling into his belly, but Medieval just gulped mouthful of water after mouthful of water. The metallic taste of blood was still settled on his tongue, yet when he drank it only seemed to worsen. Pulling his head up from the water, he looked around at the empty camp and curled his lips back up in a snarl, a loud growl escaping from his throat. This was his way of summoning the Pack, if they didn't listen, too bad for them. His green-yellow eyes scanning his surroundings, Medieval scowled at the pitifully small pile of fresh-kill. His Pack ate a lot, that was for sure. Another growl emitting from his throat, the dark-pelted brute snapped his jaws closed on a stick, picking it up from the ground and splintering it in half. His muscles itched for a fight, and he couldn't wait to catch one of his wolves doing something wrong so he could attack them. Licking his chops, he sat down on his haunches and waited impatiently for his Pack to awaken, his tail wrapped neatly around his paws although his ears twitched from one side to the other.

[indefinite,]

{{ great! reserved for my hunter of saf, perdita.

❝Still I can't let you be,
Most nights I hardly sleep.
Don't see what you don't need,
from me.

Just a drop in the ocean,
A change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me
might end up together.
It's like wishing for rain as I
stand in the desert,
But I'm holding you closer than most,
'Cause you are my heaven.❞

song : : 'Drop in the Ocean'
artist : : Ron Pope

. i love the way she wakes me up

| perdita | - | saf huntress | - | six | - | the "cold coffee" |

a drop in the ocean,
a change in the weather.
i was praying that you and me,
might end up together.

"Welcome to my roller coaster of life. No refunds."

• Full Name • perdita.
• Age • six years.
• Gender • female
• Birth Date • may 19, 2006.
• Birth Place • yellowstone.
• Face Character • none.

• Introduction •

Maisey Savannah Harris. Tell me, why does that name seem to suit her like a fish fits the sea? Because her parents knew she'd grow to be the beach bug she is now, sunkissed skin with hair so bleached by the sun it would be considered white. Maisey, for as beautiful and delicate as a flower. Savannah, for his much light she would bring into the world, for how mysterious she'd be for all the paths yet to be taken and vastness of her in whole. And Harris, for she would always be apart of the Harris bloodline and name, for the saltwater within her veins that will always make its presence when combined with the sea. Yes, the name suits her prefectly.

"If looks could kill, I'd be a dead man."

• Fur Color • light hazel.
• Weight • 70 lbs.
• Height • 4 feet tall.
• Body Type • slender and lean.

• Full Description •

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" Spare my your complaints, please. "

• Outside . . . • sarcastic, introverted.
• Inside . . . • selfconscious, bubbly.
• Secret • perdita isnt really one to
hold secrets. the only secrets that she
carries are the ones of her peers, bound
to secrecy by the friendshp. however,
they may be one secret she's yet to
make present. she wishes to become
like a dog. strange, yes, but she's seen
the connection between dogs and humans
herself and is so very jealous of it. she's
never seen that connection even amongst
her wolf pack. she thinks its something
every wolf needs: some good
companionship amongst a different
species.
• Likes • swimming, being by herself,
hunting, bird watching, exploring her
surroundings, blue and brown, vintage,
old fashioned stuff.
• Dislikes • loud, cats, herself,
pink, bugs, reality, being with
people, dogs.
• Fears • failure, judgement, being
underestimated, losing herself
to fear itself, being discovered,
love and other drugs.
• Dreams •
becoming someone's pet
living the life of solitude, being
known as brave, and living life full.

• Personality •

Maisey. One might thing of a delicate flower when hearing such a name, but what is she truely like? A ship wreck. It kind of suits her, don't you think? She's like the last piece of driftwood from the boat's bow flowing in the ocean's waves. Occassionally it will bob beneath the surface, drowing under the white water, but it always manages to break the surface once more, floating apon the top, supporting life that sits apon it, and waiting until the next wave comes to try to drown it. She's brave, yes. Strong? She's fighting to be. wip

• Background •

In all her glory, Courtney Rein was missing something short of her lifestyle, inspite having more than the average human. To be a mermaid was anyone's direst dream, but if anything, Courtney longed for that connection with a man as she saw in movies or all around her. Samuel Harris proved to be the cherry on top of her life. And the sprinkles? Her two children, Maisey and Hudson. Now Maisey was given the same gift as her mother, that of being a mermaid, but it doesnt mean she opens it with such full arms as her mother did. Maisey has no solid relationship with anyone in her family, except for her brother. Her brother is older, 20 years old and still living with the family. He's the father figure that never seemed to clique to Maisey, considering Samuel was always out on the boat gone fishing. Courtney tried to reach her daughter through their gift, but it seems Maisey refused. She's had an only real connection with her clown fish, Moby, and her chocolate labrador retriever Indie Ocean. She's only been a mermaid for about a year now and is still learning the ropes, considering she's shunned it out for months on end. When she finally did accept a part of it, she took it as a getaway car. She left Lindon, Australia and swam the endless seas. She couldnt find it in herself to stay there any longer. She was gone for a week, surviving by stealing fishermen's catches, one in perticular. Finn Marquee, a fine sailor apon his vessel. He wasnt a fisherman, but the day Maisey happened by he was hauling up a net full of salmon. Maisey wasnt careful enough, and Finn caught sight of her snatching a fish from his net. Luckily, Finn was a dreamer. He had his dreams of sailing over the open sea all alone for months on end and he was a fan of fiction. He agreed to keep her secret. They've become fast friends, and with Finn in knowledge of her secret, she returned home to keep a closer eye to make sure he held his word.

" Love seems to have a new meaning these days. "

• Crush • she wasnt looking for it, but
she's grown a soft spot for caleb.
its the friendship and trust thing she's so
fond of, im sure of it.
• Relationship Status • no, not currently.
• Ex(s) • none. she's never loved and
doesn't plan on doing so for a long while
ahead.

• What Is Love •

Love is a soft subject for Perdita. She's never once loved, never been asked for her paw. She's never felt what she hears so much about, but she's seen it and she has a pretty good idea of how its supposed to go. She rarely gives out love. Hundle, her brother seems to be the only one remotly capable of feeling affection towards her, and maybe a little bit for her mother. Nothing toward her father. To her, love isnt what it used to be and she knows it. Her parents? Their light in their relationship was blown out long ago and theres no match to light it up again. The adrehnaline is gone, and MPerdita believes if something as magical as love between a brute and a thing of fiction has vanished, what would ever be in store for her?

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© of this form goes to .T U R T L E
© of the character goes to me.
© of form's edits and format goes to c a r p e . diem
© of images goes to rightful owners.

[crypticamo]

[finished with Langley's form, finally! x3 sorry it took me so long.]

[Banter.]

“Our greatest glory is not in never falling,
but in rising every time we fall.”
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ｎａｍｅ;; "I am Grayfell after my grandfather. It is a very honorable name."

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; Male

ｐａｃｋ;; "I am part of the pack Gaddar, but I was born in the pack Saf. I left after Caleb became alpha. Let's just say that I'm not on the best of terms with the Saf. I may leave both packs altogether someday."

ｒａｎｋ;; "I was elected a fighter because of my great size and strength. This is fine for now, but I'd like to be alpha eventually."

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; "I'm not the best at describing myself..."
Grayfell isn't a very complicated fellow. If you haven't figured it out by now, he is very proud of his lineage and is confident in himself and his sister. He isn't arrogant, as he believes everyone can be successful and is important to the pack. He used to be very loyal to the pack Saf, but he could never be loyal to Gaddar in the same way. As long as he's in this pack, however, he will fight for them. He is not keen of slackers, insults, or arrogance. Especially in young wolves, so watch out! He wouldn't hesitate to put you in your place. Since joining Gaddar, he has come a bit more reserved. Lately, he often wanders the woods by himself. Though he would never show it, he feels guilty for leaving his sister even though part of the reason he left was because he believed it was high time for her to grow up and become independent from him. He also believes that when he builds a pack of his own that she'll come with him. This isn't the case. Now that he's left her, she'll never forgive him. Somewhere deep down, Grayfell knows this. Even so, he still states that he has no regrets. You could call him selfish and heartless. It might actually be true. Grayfell believes he is destined for something more, to be something great. Does he have the skills for it? Probably not.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; The roots of this pack and of my family are closely intertwined. My ancestors helped establish this pack, along with others of course. My father's side of the family had been notorious leaders and were very proud of the strong foundation the wolves had built for this pack. His father and his father's father and so on had always been high in the pack hierarchy. They wanted to pass the alpha position down along the lines of my family and the families of the other foundation wolves.

As for my life, I was born in a litter of four, though one of the pups was stillborn. Hana was the only female. We were my mother and father's second litter, so we had two older sisters. When we were barely old enough to wander from the den, our brother was snatched by a hawk. That left only me and Hana. We were raised knowing that we were descendants of great leaders and that we were destined to proceed them. That's why I left when Caleb became beta. It was devastating that the alpha, one of my father's closest friends, had picked Caleb over me. And sure enough, Caleb is alpha today."

ｆａｍｉｌｙ;; "My only family is Hana."

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; "I haven't found anyone yet..."

ｏｔｈｅｒ;; "Nothing."

“Don't walk behind me; I may not lead.
Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow.
Just walk beside me and be my friend.”

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ｎａｍｅ;; "My name is Hana. It has run in my family for generations. I really like my name because it has something to do with flowers."

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; Female

ｐａｃｋ;; "I was born in Saf and I will always remain here."

ｒａｎｋ;; "I am a huntress, since I can't seem to be able to do anything else...I don't really aspire for anything more, I'm content with where I am in the hierarchy."

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;; "Hm...how would I describe myself..."
Hana is a kind soul. She is much more down to earth than her brother. She disapproves of violence and that there are better solutions, but she would fight for her pack if Caleb told her to do so because she is extremely loyal. Hana, as sweet as she is, is quieter than most (though not exactly timid or shy). She doesn't mind giving an opinion or two, or even having a good laugh, but she believes actions speak louder than words. Despite this, you could say Hana is fun-loving. She's always looking for a laugh or searching for the good side of things. If you ever need help with something, Hana would be the one to ask. She is willing to help with anything as long as she's not hunting. It's her way of contributing to the pack, as well as using it to keep her mind busy. Hana feels like she wants to be doing something all the time, from when she wakes up to when she goes to sleep. Laying around is boring and unfufilling, right?

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ;; "This is the time for you to grab a pillow and a blanket because I'm about to bore you to death. I was born here. I have never left, and I never will. I won't go into detail because I'm sure Grayfell has already told you all the arid tidbits.

However, I will tell you my life after Grayfell deserted me. My heart was broken. My own brother left me all alone. I began to lose faith in myself and I isolated myself from the rest of the pack. The pack was concerned. Everyone had had high expectations of us as pups. I still know to this day that I have never lived up to them. It doesn't bother me all that much. I became a hunter about a year ago, around the time that Grayfell left. I'm not the best at it, but at least I can contribute somehow."

ｆａｍｉｌｙ;; "My family has always been from this pack. My mother and father aged and moved on to their pack in the stars a long time ago. My older sisters have disappeared. To where I don't know. Maybe somewhere to start their own families...And as you already know, my brother Grayfell lives nearby in the pack Gaddar. Don't tell him...but I miss him greatly."

ｃｒｕｓｈ;; "I've always had my eye on a special someone...He doesn't like me back as far as I know."

ｏｔｈｅｒ;; "I've told you all I know."