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{ Farkas • 3.1 yrs • Lead Fighter }


Name: "My name's Farkas."
Nickname(s): "I don't have any. I don't really want any either, my name works fine."
Gender: "Male. Mousebrain."
Age: "I just turned three a little while ago."


Fur Color: "My fur is considered to be a dark brown, but I have a diamond patch of white on my chest."
Eye Color: "My eyes are amber, nothing special."
Special Marks: "Not really. I have a scar on my chest in the formation of an X though."


Personality: "I would consider myself to be a hard worker, someone who doesn't take the time to emotionally invested in others, instead I go ahead and do things as I am told, using my head instead of my heart. In the end I always do what is best for the pack, even if it's not the best for myself. I would fight until my last breath to make sure that everyone was okay, and that I could die with some dignity. I do have pride that way, as I don't like to take the easy ways out on things, and would rather push myself and my abilities. Some would call me stubborn, and I can somewhat see how that is true, but in the end I think it's just me trying my hardest and not giving up that easily."
History: "I was born to a pair of loners who were attempting to make a pack. When I was the only pup that survived the birthing they felt that it was a sign from the gods that it was not meant to be. So I was raised with them, always on the move, and never staying anywhere too long. Occasionally we would travel with other wolves, but this was quite rare. Eventually they told me, when I was two, that I needed to find my own path in life, and made me go off on my own. I found this pack a little while back, and have been here ever since."


Crush: "No one has caught my attention. It's not really a focus of mine to find anyone."
Mate: "I'm okay as a bachelor."
Pups: "I would make an awful father, trust me."


Family: "My father and mother are loners, I haven't seen them in over a year now."
Rank Wanted: "I would like to be lead fighter."
Other: Nothing.

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{ Juno • 2.7 yrs • Scout }


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[iJabez]

{ Farkas is accepted(; }

[Rotten]

((Mind if I join the party? ;3 ))

{ Feofan • 2 • Lead Hunter }


Name: Feofan
Nickname(s): none
Gender: Male
Age: 2


Fur Color: White
Eye Color: A startling amber
Special Marks: just some light brown on his face


Personality:
Feofan may be the most arrogant and selfish wolf you will ever meet. He loves himself to death and believes he is as close to perfect as possible. In fact, he is so arrogant that he has to consider a wolf worthy before he decides to give them his attention. Yet sadly his high intelligence and clever fox-like nature often supports his arrogance. This wolf often spills out insults and lies or devious things that give him benefit. He will manipulate others to however he sees fit, no matter how much it hurts them. He loves mind games and often will try to make you confused and baffled so he can get his way. This wolf often has a cold and smug smile on his face that seems to have an inner mockery to it. He is a very ambitious wolf and desires power like no other. He wants to have a perfect pack and mate. If that means killing off the weak later then so what? Usually he regards others with a laid-back personality. Just remember not to be fooled.

History:
His history really isn't anything special. It was quite a normal history so where did this power obsession of his come from?


Crush:
On any high ranking female ;)
Mate:
none
Pups:
none


Family:
None that are worth mentioning.
Rank Wanted:
Of course he wants alpha but that will take patience and lies. So he'll try to get lead hunter for now and if that doesn't work then just a hunter.
Other:
none

{ Nonna • 2 • Omega }


Name: Nonna
Nickname(s): none
Gender: female
Age: barely 2


Fur Color: black with lighter shades mixed in
Eye Color: A light grey
Special Marks: she has three long scars on the left side of her face with her left ear a bit shredded


Personality:
Happy, childish, naive, and carefree, Nonna is a very interesting wolf. She loves socializing, and so if you are the only wolf around the area, she's not going to leave you alone. She tends to be a goofy airhead who spaces out all of the time, causing her to be a bit clumsy. She is very loyal and brave, actually, foolishly brave. She will stand up for you no matter the situation if you are a pack member. She loves to lighten the situation and bug others until they decide to play with her. However, she can be a little serious when the time calls for it, or if those she loves are in danger. She does have a problem with being painfully blunt or a bold smartbutt, which can cause trouble now and then. Nonna is very sensitive so it's quite easy to hurt her feelings, but she tends to hide it and push her feelings away and just act happy. This brings up another thing. Nonna is terribly optimistic. When something bad happens she always has something positive to say or to laugh about. She isn't the brightest wolf on the block, however she is a good critical thinker when she wants to be. Her naive nature makes her friendly to just about any stranger wolf, which can be a problem, so she's been trying to work on that. This wolf will always be there for you with a smile, no matter what kind of mistakes you make.

History:
Nonna had four brothers and she use to rustle with them all the time, making her a bit of a tomboy. She also had an older sister and brother from a previous litter. Nonna and her sister constantly bickered, with her big brother always taking her side much to Nonna's big sister's frustration. One time the two had a scuttle and Nonna accidently hurt her sister. She felt so bad and promise from that day on she would be a better packmate. She got her nasty scars from a bear she foolishly challenge for its food, hoping that while the bear was distracted her brothers could snatch some of its kill. It worked but the price was a nice slash on the face and a shredded ear.



Crush:
nope
Mate:
none
Pups:
none


Family:
Her big sister and brother and then her four brothers from the litter she was born in.
Rank Wanted:
She doesn't really care about rank. However, she is starting to challenge others commands which may be a sign that she might care soon.
Other:
none

[iJabez]

{ Accepted and we can start. }

Canada growled hesitantly and walked out of her den. She looked around at her pack and sighed. She nipped Denver's ear as a sign of sibling affectionate and walked on. She lept up to one of the rocks and curled her tail around her and yawned.

Denver nipped his sisters' leg and stretched. Everyday was training for him. He would soon be a beta but he was still a delta. He yawned and shook his fur, looking at the other wolves.

[Rotten]

((Alright~))

Feofan let out a yawn and stood up on all fours and stretched. Another day for him to be amazing. It was hard to miss how arrogant this wolf was. But many couldn't blame him. He was the lead hunter at the age of 2. That was a proud achievement. However it was not enough for this young white wolf. He notice Canada and a sly grin came upon his face. He walk over to her, ears and tail down with respect. "Ah how is the lovely alpha today?" he asked with that teasing smile and those eyes that always seem cold or mocking.

Nonna was enjoying herself around the camp. She was running around the camp and bugging just about everyone by tripping over and bumping into them. The problem was that this young black wolf needed a good run or hunt or something through the territory.

[AquilaFuga]

[spiff]

((I will make a male soon.))

{ Fey • 2 • Huntress }


Name:
Fey.

Nickname(s):
It would be difficult to find a nickname for this wolf.

Gender:
Female.

Age:
2 years.


Fur Color:
A whitish silver that seems to have a russet-gold tinge that gives it a warmer look covers her slim frame from head to toe. There are patches of fur that are subtly lighter or darker, but nothing that stands out.

Eye Color:
A frosty green that, when not closed off and ice cold, can express a range of emotions across a spectrum that contains anything from a charming gleam to a hands-down deadly look that will chill you to the bone.

Special Marks:
None.


Personality:
Fey is the ultimate ice queen, her heart bitter and needy for the recognition she believes she deserves. Her natural charisma and fine-boned, delicate looks may draw you in, but a single look from her eyes will almost certainly send you backtracking as quickly as possible if she does not want you around. She will fill your waiting ears with lies as sweet as a dream if she feels it necessary or even if she simply thinks it will be amusing, and though she can make herself anyone she wants to be, wiping all traces of what she really is, often you will simply see nothing but calculation and shrewdness in those eyes of hers -- something she does on purpose, simply to let you know that she is the one in control. Most of the time she prefers to remain an unfathomable enigma, but when she has nothing better to do she can just as easily make herself an enchantress. Twisted from her neglected childhood, she locks her loneliness and hurt away and fools herself into thinking she does not care, although there is a chance some forgotten part of her can still be salvaged. As deadly as she is coldly beautiful, it would be wise to think first before you cross her.

History:
The youngest in a litter of six, Fey was always in the shadow of her older siblings when she was a pup, and perhaps that is where it all began to go wrong. Thirsty for attention, the once-lovely child who had embraced the world turned bitter and resentful. It was not long after this transformation that her brothers and sisters died in a hunting accident.

Of course, it is pretty much a given that Fey had something to do with it.


Crush:
Love will only make her weak again.

Mate:
None.

Pups:
None.


Family:
None.

Rank Wanted:
Huntress.

Other:
None.

[sugglet]

• Red leaves. •
She paced back and forth outside of the den, edging up her energy as the morning light flickered down onto her soft black shaded fur. Tongue lolling out in the breeze, the pretty she-wolf sat down with a slight pant and lay her head among her muddy / dusty paws, amber eyes flickering out into the clearing as wolves conversed. She didn't feel lonely - only hungry, and wanted to hunt something big and rough down for breakfast. Lifting her head, which felt dizzy now after the spinning from side to side, Red spied over at a bored looking wolf (Nonna.) With a slight smirk the she-wolf padded up to her pack-mate and sat down besides her. "Perhaps we could ask a higher ranking for commands." Then she realised that this wolf was Omega, and it would be difficult to find her in a hunting patrol. "You seem a bit edgy." The fae continued, licking her sleep-ruffled chest-fur with a slippy grin.

• King •
The large wolf sighed, staring over at the pack with his one good eye. He rolled it when seeing Feofan flirt up to the alphaess, letting out a slight chuckle and dipping his head back down to his paws. Again, he scanned the camp, before standing and padding over to a stream, flicking his ears as he bent down to lap up the icy refreshments. Then his eye caught sight of the delta, he nodded his head in a respectful 'good-morning' and continued killing off his thirst, before padding back to the dens and laying in the shade, head back on paws, staring at the muddy claws that poked through the ends of his toes.

[iJabez]

{ Both accepted. }

• Canada-Alpha Fae •
Canada looked at Feofan for a second, uncanny like and shuffled her paws. "Um, hi Feofan." She grimaced at this male and turned around. She watched her pack for a second nodding to her brother and then to King. Then she nodded to Fey, Red Leaves, and Nonna. She grimaced at Nonna but looked towards Zhurakal. She turned back to Feofan and slyly slunk past him.

[Rotten]

Feofan followed her gaze carefully. Canada was not very comfortable with him...yet. Ah, but as time well goes by, as he gains in rank and destroy the weak, she will cooperate more. "I fear we have a storm coming up in a couple of days my dear Alpha. So if you don't mind...I think I will set up some wolves for a hunt to store up...." he said carefully, wondering if the stupid wolf was even paying attention. He saw her grimace and notice it was from the Omega, who was with Red leaves. One of his hunters. Honestly he didn't want that thing anywhere near his precious hunters. He had high hopes for Red leaves to take his place once he gets a better rank. He would have a talk with her later about where she should be putting her attention. He hated the weak and the tiny black omega was the definition of weak. Someday when he becomes of a higher rank he will kill that Omega and any other weak wolf. Feofan then realized that he was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Canada had left him. He let out a frustrated snarl.

Nonna let out a frustrated sigh and was about to go in a corner and mope from her boredom, when she notice one of her packmates coming towards her. Her tail started to wag very fast and she twirled around in a little circle until the wolf was in front of her. Nonna realized it was Red leaves, one of the hunters. She was a pretty black wolf with eyes that showed so much emotion she wondered why it didn't drive others insane. Then again she was a very aware wolf so maybe others didn't notice. When Red leaves sat down she did as well, though on the right side of her. The ugly scars the bear gave her thankfully did not result in her being blind in that eye, however it did mess up the vision in it a little, so now she prefers to be at the right of others. "Hi Red leaves! Lovely day we're having!" she said with a big smile. Then her expression turned to one of awe with doe-like eyes filled with wonder as she listened to the wolf speak. The wolf had apparently forgotten she was an omega, and the face she made after her words confirmed it. She gave her a bitter smile. "Yea...I am a bit edgy. It's been a long time since I left camp." she said with that big smile of her's. Nonna then notice the look Canada gave her, but she merely smiled and pretend not to see it. Focusing back on Red leaves, she tilted her head to get a good look at her with both of her eyes. "I would love to help. However Feofan wont let me hunt and I don't think Farkas wants the help of a tiny female and I don't like bugging the Delta and Beta so um yea...Silly me!" she said with an embarrassed smile.