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[chagrin]

♕₋ｃａｌｅｂ₋ａｌｐｈａ₋ｂｒｕｔｅ₋ｓａｆ₋ｍａｔｅ₋ｌｅｓｓ₋♕

A dark silhouette stood in the empty plain, he was surrounded by silence, embraced by peace. The sun's rays threw long shadows behind him, and the still nature echoed with anticipation. It was barely dawn, but the sun was already climbing over the three tops, crawling behind the mountain peaks, hanging blankly in between the clouds. Fading shimmers of the night stars were freckled upon the morning sky, an illuminating reflection of the moon stood facing it's day nemesis. Have you ever had that feeling, have you ever felt or thought or just imagined that you were alone in the world? That you were the last creature with a mind, with a heart and with a soul? Have you ever heard the deafening silence of the water's depth? Or have you ever seen nothing but darkness while keeping your eyes opened?

That's how Caleb felt that morning. That's what he heard and that's what he saw. Wind caressed the dry autumn leaves, a melody erupted from the hollow tree trunks, creatures moved and the silence faltered. Abruptly he shifted his gaze, waking up from his sudden trans. He rose to his paws, his lithe posture assembling that of a young wolf. He was brute built with stamina and speed rather than strength. His ears turned and twitched at every light sound, ever scent of his surrounding burning in his nostrils. Lifting his head he parted his maw, releasing a howl that woke up the valley, it's strength echoed trough the forest, returning to it the will to start a new day.

A sudden trot aroused from his paws. Pulling his ears back to his head, lowering his body close to the ground, feeling the pricks of the dry grass and fallen branches. He went faster and faster and with every leap he took he found his lungs drained from the oxygen he so needed to regain. Images flashed in front of his eyes, every scent of the forest was mixed in one, every sound lost under the beat of his heart. Skidding to a stop he sat down trying to regain his breath. Some of the wolves have already been waken up and the alpha could see his pack continuing where they left off yesterday.

All are accepted. I'll add them to the list tomorrow, I'm going to bed now :3 }

[without a doubt ♥]

{{ i think i am going to have to quit this roleplay because of it's movement being a bit too fast! sorry, but good luck everyone c: }}

[Banter.]

h a n a

Hana
Saf
Huntress
Adult
Out of camp

Hana, ears slicked back against her skull, looked at her brother through pale hazel eyes. He had a smug expression on his face. "What's wrong, sister?" Grayfell questioned. For some reason, just hearing him say that set her off. "Don't you dare call me that anymore!" Hana snapped furiously, her fangs bared. "Why not? You know you can't deny your blood," Grayfell hissed back, dark yellow eyes narrowed. Hana sighed, lowering her head. She couldn't take this anymore. "Leave me alone, Grayfell. Don't come near this border again, or I'll be forced to...to.." Hana said quietly. "To what?" Grayfell asked, somewhat in a sneer, but Hana didn't reply because as he spoke, Grayfell morphed. He morphed into a huge beast, three, no five times bigger than Hana. He stood over her, leaving little Hana cast in the darkest of dark shadows.

Her pale hazel eyes flicked open, wider than they had ever been. Her breathing was short and harsh; she was gasping for air even though there was no reason to. Her thin legs had been moving frantically, attempting to run when there was no where to go. She sat up, only to find her head spinning. She closed her eyes and forced herself to be calm, to breathe. In....out....in....out. There you go Hana. As she collected herself, she realized what a stupid dream that had been. It was a recollection of her last meeting with Grayfell at the pack border. Their previous meetings had never been so hostile.. After that, Hana had decided she didn't want to see Grayfell anymore. It was a good thing. Hana no longer had him hanging over her head anymore, and they were bound to get caught sooner or later. She knew the consequences would be much worse for him if Medieval found them instead of Caleb.

The dream doesn't mean anything, She told herself as she stepped out into the morning sun. Thankfully, no one had been awake to see her distress earlier. She looked around, seeing Caleb was the only one in camp. She gave him a respectful and friendly nod before moving on. The kill pile was getting somewhat low, but she would wait until the other (more talented) hunters woke. Since there was nothing else to do, Hana wandered out of camp to find some bedding for her depleting nest. She pushed to the edge of the Saf territory and found herself staring at Grayfell and her meeting spot. For some reason she was surprised that he wasn't there. She studied the spot. It was somewhat of a clearing. There was no bracken or brush in the way, just padded down leaf litter and the well-worn stump she liked to rest on. Hana turned and walked the other way, berating her subconscious for leading her here. On her way back, she picked some tall grasses and sweet-smelling stuff to put in her nest. She jogged the rest of the way to camp, using the familiar trails through her territory. She went into the den and patched her nest carefully. Though she longed to lay down in it, she came back outside to wait for the rest of the pack to rise.

[Popcorns]

♠Flynn
♠Gaddar
♠Beta

Flynn watched the camp with emotionless, gold eyes. He held his head high as he scanned the are for life. Where were these wolves? He wanted to organize a hunting party, the prey pile with quite low. He licked his chops slightly as he thought about fresh meat. Oh how nice that would be. He would go for the meat located on the neck. Although there wasn't much meat or fat on a deer's neck, Flynn loved knowing that he was eating the meat off of a creature's body part where they swallowed air and food. The thought just made him feel powerful as he tore apart the vessels and vital tubes for an animal.

As he was lost thought about food, Flynn didn't notice Medieval leaving camp. He did hear the alpha growl loudly, summoning the pack. Scampering up onto his paws, the male quickly dashed over to where the Gaddar Alpha waited. He glanced quickly at his leader before looking around for the rest of the wolves. Last time he starred too long at Medieval, the male briefly attacked him. Yes, the Gaddar leader was violent, but that's how things were. Flynn rather liked his harsh leader because he didn't hide his feelings. If you pissed him off, you knew it. Unlike that softy pack Saf where everyone was all buddy-buddy. Although the Beta knew not everyone in his pack favored their community, he knew that some even wished to betray their family by joining the Saf pack, Flynn would take Medieval's harsh ways rather then a bunny lover pack leader.

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♠Clayton
♠Saf
♠Fighter

Clayton hadn't slept very long that night. He was kept up by some of his pack mate's thrashing. The male didn't bother to say anything though, they had a right to do whatever they wanted in their den, even if that meant he wouldn't get a full night's rest. Clay's pale gold eyes watched from inside his den for any sign on life. He heard and saw the Alpha Caleb's dog like paws. The quite male watched the leader of the pack for a moment before rousing himself to get up and out of his warm den.

As Clayton let his tired eyes roam over the camp as he searched for who else was awake. He noticed the huntress Hana emerge from her den, one that was near Clayton's. Perhaps she was the one that had some nightmare during the night. The male thought as he studied her. She didn't seem like she was in distress, although something smelled off. He decided to not pursue her about what she did last night, it would seem slightly weird, wouldn't it? Instead the male looked down and studied his own cream colored paws. He noticed several dirt clumps in between his toes, but didn't bother cleaning them out. As soon as he got rid of them, more would just crawl up in between them somehow by the end of the day.

As a fighter, Clayton didn't have much to do that he could do by himself. Sure if he was thick-headed and brave, he could go and check the territory markers by himself, but that wasn't a smart thing to do. He would instead wait until one of his rank members rose from their slumber. He didn't want to be caught alone by a Gaddar patrol. It probably wouldn't end up good if Clay was all by himself. The wolf was content to wait for Whisper, Keegan or Lamia. although if none showed up soon, he's have to go out by himself to refresh the markings and make sure Gaddar wasn't getting too cocky with the borders that were shared.

[Act Of Valor]

Dakota-Saf-Adult-Female-Hunter-Mateless

Wind whispered through Dakota's fur as she made her way through the forest. A silent shadow. She had been up well before some of the Hunters, wanting to get a head start and see where exactly the prey was at and where they were heading for the day. Her ears were flicked forward, flicking around her head like radars as they tried to pick up any sound that found its way to them. Light, golden brown eyes surveyed the land around her. What she was looking for, were signs of the deer that traveled this way to reach the river. She paused to gather her surroundings and let her eyes wander up to the sky. Seeing that there were still stars speckled across the sky, it made her feel tired, though she was used to getting up this early. Letting a quiet yawn escape her muzzle, the female moved forward, always quiet.
As she continued to walk, she could start to feel the sun's rays start to warm her coat as the sun crept over the tree tops, pushing away the darkness that had taken its claim over the land, though it was starting to weaken as the sun drew higher up into the sky. Sighing softly, Dakota stopped once she had crested a hill and looked out into the valley below. Looking down towards the river, she could see a few forms of brown and she knew immediately what they were. Deer. Nodding her head in approval, Dakota turned around and extended her legs into an easy lope. It didn't take Dakota long to reach the camp where the pack settled. Letting her ears flicked forward, she looked at the few wolves who were awake before trotting past them. She turned her head slowly, seeing Caleb. Taking in a deep breath after her easy run, Dakota moved over to him.
"Caleb." Dakota started as she walked over to him and gave him a slight bow of her head before looking past him, not looking directly into his eyes. "There's a few deer near the river, if you want me to get a few more wolves, I will go and we can bring one back if you would like." Dakota stated quietly as she watched him with soft eyes before waiting for a response.

[spiff]

((I’m not nearly good enough to manage this kind of length with two characters, so I’ll probably be using Fey and Keegan one at a time unless absolutely necessary, if you don’t mind, yakamoz.))

F E Y

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

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female ❖ three ❖ single ❖ huntress ❖ gaddar

It was only by luck that Fey heard Medieval. He seemed insistent on calling them with a snarl that, large and vicious as her alpha was, did not carry nearly as far as something more sensible like a howl or even a loud, short bark. The summons sent her trotting to his side immediately after depositing a mouthful of that morning’s catch in the kill pile. The she-wolf’s den faced the east, and she had discovered that no matter how far back she curled herself, the sun would mercilessly prod at her eyelids until she woke. She didn’t mind. Rising with the sun gave her an advantage over the other hunters, anyway; when it was just her prowling through the forest, there was no one else around to scare off all the prey with loud, clumsy footsteps, and she enjoyed the peace as the world just began to awaken. Just breathing in the brisk, fresh air was enough to nearly make her forget about the guilt she would emerge from each night, gasping for breath as her heart seized up from the intensity of the nightmares that plagued her dreams.

“My alpha,” murmured Fey, gracefully sinking into the best approximation of a submissive pose she could manage. She wasn’t cut out to bow to anyone, but it wasn’t like she had a choice, now that she was a subordinate. Now that she wasn’t the one in charge anymore. Gritting her teeth with the effort it took to tear her pale eyes from Medieval’s gaze, she lowered her eyelashes so she was staring at his paws instead. She didn’t trust him. She didn’t trust anyone in this pack. She wouldn’t trust anyone in her pack even if she had joined Saf, which was rumored to be more laid-back. And she hated exposing herself like this, in such a vulnerable position –- how easy it would be for him to lean down and snap her neck. In her experience, Medieval was nothing if not unpredictable and violent. Being one of the first to answer his call could either mean a dispassionate glance or becoming his little punching bag to take his anger out on until the rest of the wolves arrived. Perhaps this little show of you-are-my-leader would satisfy him, loath as she was to do it.

The slim wolf straightened after slowly counting to three in her head. Not too fast, not too slow. Rearranging her features into a composed, emotionless mask she smiled blandly at her alpha, hoping it would be enough. It was startlingly easy to do, in spite of the fact that her parents had always encouraged her to release her emotions even as she conceived them, believing it was never good to bottle them up until the time came when she could just hold onto them no longer. Bitterness shrouded her heart. That impulsiveness had only gotten them exiled, and as much as Fey missed them, the coolly logical voice that had always resided inside a little niche was taking over her.

[capricious]

{ wip;; would there still be room for a female hunter in saf and a male fighter in gaddar? }

“ａｎｄ ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｗａｎｔ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ ｔｏ ｓｅｅ ｍｅ

ｃｕｚ ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｔｈｉｎｋ ｔｈａｔ ｔｈｅｙ'ｄ ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ

ｗｈｅｎ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ'ｓ ｍａｄｅ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｂｒｏｋｅｎ

ｉ ｊｕｓｔ ｗａｎｔ ｙｏｕ ｔｏ ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈｏ ｉ ａｍ ”

------------------------------- — "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls

female - three - single - hunter - saf

ｎａｍｅ;; Calypso; it's a type of music, it's the name of a demi-goddess, and it means "she who hides".

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; Female; trust me.

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*

“ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｔｈｅ ｗｉｃｋｅｄ ａｎｄ ｗｉｌｄ ｗｉｎｄ
ｂｌｅｗ ｄｏｗｎ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｏｒｓ ｔｏ ｌｅｔ ｍｅ ｉｎ
ｓｈａｔｔｅｒｅｄ ｗｉｎｄｏｗｓ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｓｏｕｎｄ ｏｆ ｄｒｕｍｓ
ｐｅｏｐｌｅ ｃｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ｗｈａｔ ｉ'ｄ ｂｅｃｏｍｅ”
------------------------------- — "Viva la Vida" by Coldplay


male - four - single - fighter - 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*

[Malédiction]

Medieval
Gaddar
Alpha Brute

Medieval's tail twitched impatiently as he waited for his Pack to gather around him. Flynn arrived first, and a small smirk plastered itself on the Alpha's mouth as he noticed him look away hastily. Good, he learnt his lesson after last time. Shifting, he let his gaze travel across the camp, locating every single wolf's den and waiting for them to come to him. He barely gave Fey a side-ways glance before running his claws through the dirt beneath him, lifting his paw up to inspect it properly. Damp earth and mouldy leaves were caught in between his toes, and he snapped his jaws shut on the thin air, now turning his head to look at Fey properly. He kept his gaze on her for a moment, before turning to look at Flynn. The dark-pelted brute's smirk turned to a scowl, and he pushed himself to his feet.

Since you appear to be the only ones awake. he cast another side glance to the dens, but no life form emerged from them. Let's go. lifting his paw off the ground, the leaves scattered around his legs as a small breeze blew, whispering into his ears. We're going to hunt. And see if we can pick up any Saf wolves while we're at it. His distaste for the other Pack was clear in his tone. He's hated the Pack ever since he'd become Alpha of Gaddar, the hatred and rivalry between the 2 having rooted for a long time before Medieval got there. Fey. He said calmly, turning his head so he could look at her with his yellow-green eyes. Go wake up Amari. And if she gives you any grief, tell her to come see me. Medieval's lips rose into a smirk again. His blood was tingling, and he couldn't wait to dig his canines into something alive. Wake up anyone while you're at it. Flynn, I need you to scout ahead and find the freshest scents of prey. A small growl filtered into Medieval's tone as he barked out orders, his tail arched over his back dominantly.

Royale
Gaddar
Female Fighter

Royale heard her Alpha's growl from the security of her den, although she did not leave her nest. She wasn't in the mood to go out there and pretend she belonged. Yawning, the she-wolf set her head back onto her paws and closed her eyes. Sunlight dappled the ground in front of the Fae, her shadow cast onto the ground to her left. Familiar scents wafted into her nostrils, yet Royale could not put a name on any of them. As she trekked further into the forest, she started to notice silhouettes walking along beside her, yet they were very faint. Squinting, the silhouettes slowly got darker, and Royale was able to see who was walking along beside her. "Mother." she murmured, a smile on her lips. "Roe, sweetie." Dawn replied, stretching her neck forward to nuzzle her daughter's shoulder.

Royale suddenly felt herself drifting away, her vision getting blurrier and blurrier by the second. Suddenly she was thrown into a completely different dream, but this time she was with her Pack. Medieval was at the front, barking out orders yet his eyes were locked with hers. Royale couldn't tear her gaze away, and searing pain flashed through her muzzle as Medieval's jaws closed on it. His eyes bore down into hers with such hatred and fury Royale thought she'd be engulfed by it. Closing her eyes again, Royale drifted off to eternal darkness.

[king_bear]

snowface - beta brute - saf - alone
The sun was still hidden behind the trees, creeping up slowly as the dawn broke and the dew shimmered in the faint sunlight. Small clouds moved over the sky, hiding the dimmed lights of the few stars still visible, white, fluffy, and strangely shapen. In the forest itself the sunlight formed rays of light, showing every single shatter of dust glitter in the air as small planets.
If you would walk straight into the Saf territory, and find the small dens spread out over quite a large area, you should walk a little more north, towards the main den - the alpha's. If you'd stand straight in front of it, you should turn ninety degrees to your left, do twenty-four steps and then turn fourty-three degrees to your right. If you looked closely, you'd see the faint image of a grey ghost lying about twenty meters in front of you, hidden up in a hole, and nicely camouflaged by mud and leaves.

Only point is that it wasn't a ghost.
An amber eye shot open in the dawn, its pupil moving quickly, black as a lake at midnight. The big grey creature's head was lifted, and sleepily a second eye opened, its lid totally ruined and its eye light blue. Snowface flicked his ears, yawned, and stretched out his front paws. He had just laid down his head again when he heard soft talking just outside his den. The brute sighed, growled softly and tried to sleep again, but apparently, it couldn't be.
He rised to his paws; his fairly large posture brought up to its fullest, his ears flat in his neck and his blind eye glimmering angrily. Two large steps and the brute got out of his den, seeing two well-known wolves standing a few meters away of his den. "Good lord, can't a wolf sleep in the early morning? If you'd like to talk about hunting and stuff, please don't do that right in front of my den when I'm asleep. Thank you." The brute murmured unrespectfully, growled and began to walk away, until he remembered something. He turned around, lowered his head as if bowing and looked his alpha in the eyes. "Good morning, your grace." He said sarcastically before continuing his slow, old pace back to the center of the camp.

bronnwen - fighter - gaddar - with fay, flynn and medieval
Even though Bronnwen wasn't much of a follower, she knew when to show respect to her overlords. Growlingly she arised from her den, her head sleepily and her face pulled together in an unhappy frown. The snarl she'd heard coming from Medieval wasn't one to ignore - she couldn't take a fight against him, as brute as he was. But that didn't mean she didn't wánted it. Her paws were tingling from desire to grab a furry form between her claws, her tongue desired tasting that well-known taste of blood again... Not hers, of course.
It had been a long time since she had a fight. Bronnwen dreamed about it, how she'd rip her enemies to pieces, how she'd shed blood all around the forest, how she'd eventually take the place of alpha female of Gaddar, and nobody would ever dare to challenge her, Bronnwen, the mistress of fighting. No one.
But that were dreams. And dreams didn't came true. Bronnwen learned not to trust on dreams, for she had a lot in the past but none of them ever came true. She gave up on them, and forced her life to be as easy as it could be.

She reached the three other wolves fairly easily. "Mornin'." Bronn growled, her head low, her big posture a little sunked in, for it was morning and she hadn't fully awoken yet. "Did I miss anything?" She asked, her eyes not really showing any interest, and she yawned.

[Banter.]

g r a y f e l l

Grayfell
Gaddar
Fighter
Adult
In Camp
Medieval, Fay, Flynn, Bronnwen

Grayfell awoke from his dreamless sleep. He was glad he hadn't had a dream. Dreams were useless. Most wolves took them too seriously anyways. Grayfell didn't know how long it'd been since he had a dream, much less a nightmare. Was that normal? Oh well. It wasn't something he should dwell over. He sat up and stretched out his long, powerful legs, sucking in a huge breath of air. Pieces of dead leaves and grass were stuck to his sesame and red fur. He ventured out of his den into the bright light, squinting his eyes.

Noticing that the pack had somewhat gather, he wandered over to stand next to Bronnwen. "What do you want me to do?" He asked his alpha tiredly, staring at him with dark gold eyes. Honestly, he was getting tired of Medieval's snappy orders all the time. Didn't this guy ever have something nice to say? Sure, if Grayfell was alpha he would rule strictly, but he wouldn't rule like Medieval. Grayfell wasn't heartless. He looked around at his pack. Almost everyone here had killed somewolf. If they hadn't, they probably had just as bad an attitude as Medieval. Grayfell didn't know if there was one decent wolf in this pack. It was depressing to say in the least.