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[MalleusGrey]

((that's okay Midnight! :D
And I think Rasp as still talking to Raiden x3))

[randomnarwhal]

Sophia:

Sophia yelled to her wolves," How's the hunting going?" She walked to the center of camp to find out. She went to find a few rabbits after that.

((Sorry, WB, I really need to start doing things. My room is a mess! ))

[fairyheart]

(Hey guys ^^ I was in the last roleplay with Zhar and Winter. Mind if I join again?)

(Ignored again ;-;)

[randomnarwhal]

((@Jack | Sparrow You can join again, but we prefer if you had a form, or at least what packs they were in and the ranks.))

[MalleusGrey]

((You weren't ignored. You must have missed this post.))

((ARGH. BLARGH. FADOODLE. ;x;))
((I'm really sorry, guys. I'm just so busy right now. However, I'll manage to find some time for this role play so that it doesn't die again. c:))

((@Danny-
Automatically accepted. c:))

((ALSO! Phonebooth, how can I thank you for being such an awesome mini-mod when SS501 and I are gone? You're such a great help! c:))

((I tried to edit the front for MS pack, as well as the relationships. If there is anything missing or incorrect regarding those two, please tell me. It was hard updating it with an iPod, so there's bound to be mistakes. Those that asked for a reserve has received their reserve. Also, those that want to join and are from the previous thread may do so. c:))

((As for recaps, I noticed how many people are asking for recaps, so should I add a recap post on the front page?))

((Also, where can Raiden jump in? Anyone free? ;u; Anything major-ish happen yet?))

((Sorry guys. Last thing to read. xD I will still be busy, but not as busy. So don't expect an automatic reply from me, okay? c: Thanks guys!))

[love lucy]

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Are you still
accepting?

[love lucy]

My name is Hollow. Don't like it, don't say it. My name has no history whatsoever actually. My parents just named me like that. Now, leave that topic alone.

I have no rank. I have no mate, no crush, and no pups, although those would be nice... anyways, no one better dare disrespect me. You really don't want to get in trouble with me around. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Now, what should I say. I have a thing for caterpillars. I just hate those chubby, crawling things. Give me the creeps how disgusting they are. Just. don't tease me about it unless I really like you. If you do and let's say your not on my preference list, I'll make sure you regret it for sure.What can I say? Guess that's the best I can come up with right away.

I'm a brute, obviously, four years old. You can recognize me easily since I have sea-blue eyes, I'm a tall and muscular grey wolf, with a bittersweet attitude. Bittersweet, I say, because I'm rarely sweet, and bitter because I'm simply sour like that, with a stubborn but protective and silent attitude. I hate to open up, and I'd first push you away than admit I like you. I'm willing to protect my pack at all costs, no matter what, and if you join I hope you do too. Packs are families, and everyone has to take care of each other.

My past is harsh. But it makes me who I am today. That's why I don't hide my history for long. I was born to loners, and though I love my parents, I always wished to be part of a pack. My parents were originally omegas, so they hated the pack life, because of how they were treated before. I, however, loved the idea of belonging in one, and still do.

Back to the story, well, I was raised with four siblings. All of them that I haven't heard again of, but I'm sure they're still alive, somewhere. I never tried searching for them since they left long after I did. They wanted to remain loners together, but each had a different goal, something different so we just ended up splitting for each to do what we pleased. I don't really remember what happened the night we each parted different ways. I just know that i wanted to be part of a pack. To be accepted and fit as a piece in a puzzle. To me a loner life doesn't make sense. Because the strength of the pack is the wolf and the strength of the wolf is the pack.

My parents had died recently since we all couldn't survive winter and my mother passed away that season. My father fallowed in the pain it caused him. That's why I've sworn to myself that I'll never fall like that. Love breaks; it destroys. I've never seen anyone so sad like my father was. Because love is like a flame, that while it burns your wrapped in it's warmth, but as it ends, you end up cold and feel lifeless, like an important part of you missing. Trust me, since I've experience that.

When I left I did find a pack. Very quickly to say. And I fell in love, or so I think. I'd fallen hard, desperate after a fae, a little older than I. She was beautiful. The most beautiful she-wolf I've seen. With green eyes, and a coat as white as snow. And that was her name. Snow. I was such a fool. She laughed, and teased me, and I thought she loved me back. I was like a pup after her. When reality was she was just faking to have me going after her. I was probably the strongest male. And she the prettiest female. The alpha didn't like that much since he wanted her for himself, and actually, she liked him too. Just telling you, that I couldn't count how many times she sighed dreamily over him and I just growled lowly in jealousy. It is a feeling I despise.

So the alpha chased me out. But I couldn't leave my love behind. So I went back. To find her with him. However, he didn't notice my presence and went out hunting, so I tried to have a word with her. To convince her we should elope and go away to start our own pack. I was hitting rock bottom over whatever she said. And all her lies were worth gold to me. So that was me. A fallen idiot. And she laughed. Laughed like I'd was worth crap which is what I meant to her. She toyed around with my feelings, and made fun of me. Of course, I realized she didn't love me, not even close to what I'd let my heart to burn at. And as I said before, as I went away alone, part of me was left behind. And I was an empty shell. Like my name. Because the fire had burned out and I was cold.

So I fled, desperate to find a new start. But a new start without love. And that is why I never plan to fall in love again. And want to join another pack. My story does not have death in a great manner, but if you knew the pain I suffered, you would understand, that I simply don't want to get hurt anymore. Specially after I was such a fool. Why would it even occur to me she might really love me? I don't know. It was a stupid mistake, a really stupid mistake, and I regret everything that happened! I regret laying my eyes on her! Because at the end she treated me like trash and I was left broken. So today that's what I am. A broken soul. Not reparable, but still working. Agonizingly trying my best every day. To love is to destroy. And to be loved is to be destroyed too. Love weakens you. Makes you vulnerable. And it happened to me.
I turned weak.

That's my story. And here I am. We all have stories to tell. And that was one of mine. My misery.

[randomnarwhal]

((Yeah))

[love lucy]

My name is Raine. I have no idea what were my parents thinking when they named me, since I hate the rain. It'sdepressing. Don't take it wrong. I respect that you probably like the rain, but I prefer sunny days when the sky is a deep baby blue and the clouds swim endlessly while the sun's rays brush against me. Those days are perfect. I can't remember a rainy day that I could say I was happy. I have no happy moments in the rain, so I don't attach it to the feeling good. The snow is alright. I like the snow, since I can camouflage in it and take down anyone. So yeah, even though the snow is frosted rain, I like it better.

I'm sure you already got the point that I'm a girl. Fae, female, vixen, two X chromosomes, whatever you call it. Even though I act a little, let's say unladylike sometimes, I do have my softer side. Being young, 3 yrs. and a half, looking for a new start. I don't have a rank, or a pack, so yeah... But I'm looking forward to joining one soon.

Pups are cute. I've always liked them, but I doubt I'd be a good mother. And anyway, I don't have a mate, less, a crush, so I don't see a family in my future. I'll be happy enough with a pack to have company, since that's what's this is all about. Company. My father used to say, "Because the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack." Very wise words, when you think them over. For now, I just know that I'm as lonely as it can get, though, I'm not complaining. I'm fine as I am. Actually learned a few tricks on my own. But that's just me, and as the saying goes it would only be wise to listen.

I really don't like speaking about my great attitude, but since you insist... I'm stubborn. Real stubborn. Don't know why, but I just love to go against whatever they tell me. It's gives me the air of rebellious. Then I can say that I'm spontaneous. I come up with the craziest things you could think of. I also get off track a lot. Usually start speaking of one thing and end up with another. And my big flaw is: that I can be too annoying. Can't explain why for this one neither, but I just know everyone I know calls me that at least once. Sometimes I can seem like a cold-heart if I'm not in a good mood, but take it from me, even I amaze myself sometimes when I turn really sweet and caring. Rare occasion, and I'm sure it won't happen again. I don't like to open up to others. I simply don't, and it'll never change. At least, I've not met someone who I can say that I trust enough to open up. Never really have.

My past is.. peculiar. I don't like to really talk about it. I was born in a pack. But then my parents turned into loners. I don't know why. They just told me that we couldn't stay there anymore. It was winter when we left, and mother cached a disease. We didn't know she was sick until she could barely stand. My father was worried over her strange actions before, and he asked me and my three siblings about it, but, what would we know? We were just four single minded pups. So at the end, my dear mother died before I could get a clear idea of what was she like. I only remember a blurry image of her soft brown eyes, caring smile, and scent. So mother is just a memory I want to keep tied to me for as long as possible, even though I hardly knew her. And dad, well, dad was dad. He taught the four of us how to survive in hunting, and fighting tactics, but he was never really into us. He loved us like you love someone you care about, but never like he loved mother. And her death scarred him forever. He would always teach us lessons, and play with us. Make sure we were happy, but with the distant look in his eyes I knew he was not. He was broken.

And dad didn't live long enough for me to try to help him. One day hunters came by, and dad had been out hunting. We never saw him again after he left that morning saying good-bye and that he'll be back soon. The last thing I heard of him was a strangled cry, just after the sound of a shot.

Then my brothers and I parted different ways, with different purposes. My older brother, wanted to start a pack of his own. Next older sibling left with a she-wolf he met afterwards and I don't know what happened afterwards. My younger brother joined a pack nearby, and I? Well, I became a loner. I loved my brothers and their playfulness but now that we had nothing to share between us the leash was broken and we were free. However I had no intention of starting alone like that. So I started searching for my father. Of course, the only thing I ever found was a few drops of blood, and that told me everything. Afterwards I been a lonesome loner. Not really caring of where to go.

OK. I know I'm short, but don't rub it in my face! I hate it when others mock me because of my height. My brothers did that all the time, and it always ended up in a fight. Continuing, I have Heterochromia, meaning that I have one eye blue, the other one brown. My fur tone is white, however, I have different shades of colors in it. Some blonde, others a little brownish, or then just plain white. Call me multicolored if you want -no, please. I'm petite and fast. Skilled hunter, but because of my height I'm terribly teased, and I hate climbing trees because it makes me feel too tall. Say I like being close to the ground. And then there is my fear of water. I don't care to go across a shallow pond, or small creek, but ask me to swim on the profound part and I'll run a mile. It's just... I don't know how to swim. I hate the idea of not feeling the earth beneath my paws, so yeah, I hate swimming. Oh, and another flaw would be if you anger me. I easily snap, so don't get me mad.

[anomaly.]

¤ Name »||Crysalis

¤ Nickname »|| Cry. Call her cry

¤ Age »|| She is six.

¤ Gender »|| She is definatly female.

¤ Personality »|| She is [Self Absorbed] This pretty lady Knows she is beautiful and wont let anyone forget it! She flaunts it like a new hair do! She cares for her looks just as much as her life! She lays in the river often to let the current clean the dirt from her ivory pelt.
She is [Seductive] She likes to seduce the stallions to reduce them to blubbering messes. She lays the flirt on thick just in case. It ties in with her looks shee keeps clean and pretty to flirt with any stud she may come by.
She is a [Sick]Yes ladies and gentlmen she has her flaws! she enjoys watching others die. its just fun to watch their life blood soak into the ground and see the life retreat from their eyes
She is [Secretive] She keeps many secrets like her jumbled thoughts and strange craving for flesh. She loves it being so mysterious and such.


¤ Favourite Activity »|| She loves to play in rivers.


¤ Theme Song+ Rank »| Cannibal by Ke$ha. Omega
Midnight sun. Derp derpy derp!







¤ Name »||Andromeda; A star name, also the girl perseus rescued in mythology.

¤ Nickname »|| Andro or meda he doesnt care.

¤ Age »|| He is three.

¤ Gender »|| He is definatly male.

¤ Personality »|| He is [A Push Over] He is a major sweetheart he will give you anything you want. He will do anything for you. This boy is a softy. But he is not weak dont second guess him
He is [Loveable] If he truly and honest loves you he will give all the love he has to you. He is sweet and fun loving. He can be very romantic. He will surprise you if he can. He will go out of his way to love.
He is [Protective] No he is not weak he will do anything to protect you and anything he loves. He will even go out for blood if anyone crosses him.
He is [Dopey] He isnt all tha smart but he tries hard to understand if its important to you. He has a sort of laid back attitude that shows that much more how dopey he is.
He is [Self absorbed] He thinks he is great and amazing guy! He thinks he is handsome and lovely looking guy. He goes out of his way to look good


¤ Favourite Activity »|| He likes to explore.


¤ Theme Song+Rank »| Titanium by david guetta.Patrol
Midnight sun. Derp!Derpy derp






¤ Name »||Daxius

¤ Nickname »|| Dax. but daxius is short enough.

¤ Age »|| He is three.

¤ Gender »|| He is definatly male.

¤ Personality »|| He is [Sneaky] He will do anything to stay hidden to trick others. To him its his game to trick them. He enjoys it like a child with a toy. He is smooth when he lies which often helps him get away with many things.
He is [Deranged] He was born with a mental diease that causes him to think extremely different from others. He thinks inatimate objects have voices and often talks to himself. He has three different horses in his head in which he speaks too. One is Fear who whispers his worst fears into his ears and what the worse is of a situation. Another is Compassion who is often shut out Fear and Brawn tell him that she is lying to him. Then there is Brawn who is the main voice that tells him to be hostile and basically controls him.
He is [A Liar] He is a chronic liar, he lies all the time. He liees to make himself look better. He lies to get himout of things. He lies to get the upper hand.
He is [Insulting] He is rude and insults others alot. He gets off with knowing that he has hurt another. He loves it when he can make others feel bad about themselves. But he hates the ones who are so loving nothing hurts them, its his kryptonite.
He is [Hostile] He will atack at any chance he gets, he often steals mares because he cant charm mares, none really like him. He is very untrusting.
He is [Sick] He loves the sound of striping flesh off a bone. The idea of blood tainting a stream excites him. He enjoys death.


¤ Favourite Activity »|| Exploring.


¤ Theme Song+Rank »| Sillouettes by avicii.Hunter
Midnight Sun. Derp derpy derp!!