seymour... - literate

[king_bear]

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[king_bear]

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[Selene Moon]

Joining

[mamba]

{{I would like to reserve a female hunter fighter. I promise to have the form finished by six p.m. tomorrow evening.
-rose.

ɴαмe; [Blade of the Angel] "My name is a bit of a mouthful, and I personally do not like going by Blade of the Angel. As a pup I shortened my name down to Angelblade, and like the ring of it much better than my old name. My father was named Satan's Sword, and my mother was named The Angel's Curse, but my father thought I deserved more than a horrid name."

αɢe; [Five Years] "I was the first born of the new moon cycle that triggered the beginning of the year. The first day of the year celebrates my birth, though I typically just celebrate it midwinter."

ɢeɴder; [Fae] "Well, I do hope I smell rather feminine, and my thin hips should help. The medium soprano tone of my voice, and the crown of flowers should help too. Are you still unsure? Because I am a fae, I promise."

αppeαrαɴce; [A White Fae with Silver Eyes] Even in the most dense of forests, her pelt sparkles through the cover with a brilliant white. If she crouches in the snow, she becomes lost to everyone else. Especially since the snow masks her scent, and her large bulbous silver-blue eyes blend in as well. The soft blue tones may show through a little, but they are still well camoflauged in the winter snow. She likes to be hidden, and the slim frame of her body. Her hips are thin, and her shoulders are as well. The soft fluffy white fur that surrounds her makes her appear bigger, but it really is only fur. She typically keeps her fluffy tail held high, practically ignoring the fact that she is implying her status as an alpha- which isn't even close to her rank. Her general attitude toward the world is that she owns it, even though being a hunter isn't exactly a top notch rank. Her face is also slim, to match her build. Yet, her ears are quite undersized.

They are the only part of her out of proportion to the rest of her body other than her paws. Each of her four feet are over sized. They are almost twice the size they are supposed to be, and they are just like snowshoes. It makes it easier to be smoothly across the snow, and balance herself perfectly. It gives her a nice way to easily outrun her pack mates, and a natural advantage that just compliments her snow white fur completely.

loyαlтιeѕ; [Seymour] "I suppose it is my responsibility to be joined with Seymour, though it feels wrong now and then. I was accepted into Darkness, though my mother was from Kingsly. I left her- well, not by choice. My father and uncle stole me from my mother, then killed her. She deserved it though- she did lie about her origins. My rank is simply fighter, but I hope to raise that soon."

perѕoɴαlιтy; [Well Spoken] In a few simple words, you could describe Angelblade as well spoken and rash. The first word that pops up into her mind flies out. She has no filter, and no matter who she talks to she still reacts the same way to everyone's criticism and stance in the pack. Whether she is speaking to the Alpha or the lowest of the Omegas, she speaks the same. So, you could say she doesn't judge anyone by a simple rank or appearance. While every fae is partial to the more handsome brutes she doesn't let herself fall to someone because of a simple beautiful quality, like bright eyes or perfect fur. None of that really matters to her, because she sees through someone's exterior to their personality and true qualities.

The truth is all that ever leaves her lips- the stone cold truth about her feelings. If she has hatred, anger, love or lust toward you, she expresses it with words- not actions. That is a simple and blunt fact. If you ask her a question she gives it to you straight and sharp- with no amount of sugar coating or twisting the truth. Angelblade is not afraid of anyone, or anything. Some see that as a blessing, others as a curse. It all goes back to the way she was raised by her parents, well parent really. Her father never tolerated a lie, or the twisting of the truth. He would rather be hurt by what happened than be happy with a false reality- something that rubbed heavily off onto his young daughter. Her uncle always taught her that there was no better way to live than in the shadows, that way no one would notice if you slipped away, or killed another. It was a brilliant lesson, but he did not think that his student would grow up to be so accepting of her actions.

In fact, Angelblade craves the spotlight. If she has to kill someone to get there, then she will, and she will proudly speak of her actions. In fact, she harbors hatred toward Snow White, the alpha female. Well, she makes it quite obvious. No one with any respect for the alpha would go around with their tail held high and head held higher. Nothing can stop her from acting the way she does, and if the alpha female ever tries to kick her out of the pack, it will be a fight to the death. Though she has a slim frame, the hard mind and all the training she did as a child makes Angelblade extremely skilled at her job.

нιѕтory; [Shaping] Angelblade was born in a simple clearing, about halfway between the borders of Kingsly and Darkness. Her mother was the only adult wolf present, and only one other wolf was there. Angelblade's older half-brother, Solar Moon, crouched in the shadows- hiding. He acted as a spy for his father, who had grown curious of his one night stand's true place within the packs. The fae had claimed she was a lone wolf, seeking a pack. Satan, as Angelblade's father was called, had offered her a home in Darkness, which she had denied. The pure denial of a pack after saying she was searching for one didn't hit him until the next morning. Instead of going out himself to search for the fae he had mated, he sent his son to search for her. When Solar Moon came back, he spoke of her being a Kingsly huntress. This peaked Satan's curiousity. He decided to say nothing, but carefully watch the fae.

Within a week she was showing signs of pregnancy, which outraged Satan. He was the father of a child who would be raised Kingsly, which was simply a sin. So he devised a plan to take back his pup, with help from his brother and son. They spent the following month and a half watching the fae carefully. One day she was simply swollen, and headed out into the land- alone. Solar Moon followed her closely, and watched her give birth to a fae, who she named Little Blessing. The pup ran back to Darkness, finding his father and uncle and alerting them of what happened. Both of the brutes took off into the trees, and found the fae still in the clearing, burying the afterbirth and cleaning up her daughter. Satan burst through the trees, wearing a smug grin. He greeted the fae with a certain tone that made her shiver, before explaining what he did to liars.

Solar Moon had followed his father and uncle, and did as he had been instructed- he took the pup away. Not to a specific pack, but to a preset location. The young brute waited for his older relatives to come back, and saw that their muzzles were blood stained. He gave a small grin, knowing he helped his sister's future. The three brutes walked back into the pack with a newborn fae pup, but no one question her origin when she was a mirror image of her father. Only the alphas asked who her mother was, and even they were denied that information. It seemed as though only three people would ever know. Of course, Little Blessing was renamed as Blade of the Angel, which she always appreciated.

The pup was raised by her father, uncle, and older brother. All of them taught her how to live and strived to make sure she would become as sharp and hardcore as they were. She did, and little Angelblade was easily successful beside her family. When she was two years old she could outfight any wolf with words or claws. It was just something she earned. The rest of her past was mainly uneventful.

relαтιoɴѕ; [Complicated] "My father's name was Satan's Sword, and he was an extremely talented wolf. My uncle's name was Pandora's Box, and he taught me many lessons. My mother was a filthy tramp, and I've been told her name was An Angel's Curse. All three of them are deceased. My brother, Solar Moon, is alive- somewhere. I have no clue as to where he may be.

As far as love goes, I have one. The beta male, Snowface. He is so much more than looks, and I wish to know how and why he is how he is. Every move he makes is careful, and he speaks as I do. I do not lust for him, it is so much deeper than that.

However, you may have heard about Aspen and our previous relationship. It wasn't our choice though- we were betrothed. He never was the surest about love, and when the packs formed Seymour we broke it off. Rumors say that Aspen still harbors feelings for me, but I do not return them."

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ɴαмe; [Solar Moon] "I am Solar Moon, named for my hot-tempered cool. Makes a lot of sense, huh? Hehe. Not really. I don't really get my name, but I love it."

αɢe; [Five and a Half Years] "Midsummer, sometime. I suppose it is kind of difficult to know your exact birthday when your mother refuses to talk about you."

ɢeɴder; [Brute] "-."

αppeαrαɴce; [A Timber Wolf with Yellow Eyes] -.

loyαlтιeѕ; [Strangers] "-."

perѕoɴαlιтy; [Extremely Protective] -.

нιѕтory; [Simple] -.

relαтιoɴѕ; [Complicated] "-."

[without a doubt ♥]

Ａ Ｓ Ｐ Ｅ Ｎ
ａｓｐｅｎ － ｆｉｖｅ － ｂｒｕｔｅ － ｆｉｇｈｔｅｒ

ｓｈａｌｌ ｗｅ ｂｅｇｉｎ ?

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✎ɴαмe
aspen
✎ɢeɴder
brute
✎αɢe
five years
✎rαɴĸ
fighter

if it wasn't for such hard feelings, perhaps aspen wouldn't be named what he was. maybe he wouldn't of aged so hard, become so tired, or even so cold. there are so many possibilities that could of happened for the brute if his father hadn't been so harsh, if his mother had let her fiery ego go. sadly, that's how anyone would normal think. what if..? what if...? the real question is, what now? aspen was named after his mother's father, who was a modest and noble leader of kingsly at one point in time. oh, you didn't know? that this horrid wolf came from a clan that might of once been full of good? well, he did. at least, before his father took him off to try and join darkness because of the arguments that had arose lately with his former-mate. anywho, more on that later.

ｊｕｄｇｅ ａ ｂｏｏｋ ｂｙ ｉｔ'ｓ ｃｏｖｅｒ.

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✎pelт
rough dark & light grays
✎eyeѕ
dark
✎weιɢнт
ninety pounds
✎вody
large, husky

cold, tired. been through so much and looks much more aged than he should. not unhealthy or underfeed, but more emotionally drained than anything else. nothing to look at, really. shaggy grays strike through his pelt and grow stronger through his tail and muzzle. weaker in the chest and paw areas. dark eyes that tell many secrets if you look in them long enough. breaking gazes are sort of his thing, though. shamed? perhaps. muscle tone is still there, from years of training to become a fighter. still one, actually. most say that it helps him release his stored up anger when he fights. most likely does. even though his muzzle is dark, you can start to see signs of age; a loveless age. he didn't exactly have it growing up, obviously. never did, and probably never will. barks are hollow and almost seem meaningless. he has longing eyes that are struck with a weakened strength. depressing to look at. better just shield your eyes. it'd probably be better.. just know that aspen will never give up. you can see signs of it in the ways he moves himself. you just know he hasn't given up. yet.

ｌｅｔｓ ｋｅｅｐ ｄｉｇｇｉｎｇ.

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✎perѕoɴαlιтy
calculating, angry, cold
✎нιѕтory
forever long
✎orιɢιɴαl pαcĸ
kingsly (born)
darkness (rest of life)

was it his history that made him the way he is? his upraising? no one can ever be sure. it had seemed forever long, and so tough to get through, but much to his disgrace, he had. there weren't many physical scars to count the memories, but countless mental ones. you may wish to ask yourself after this short story if perhaps the wolf may have finally snapped after what had happened. really, your guess is as good as mine.

it was a dark night in december; an obvious setting for such a crime to occur. to most wolves, it was just another night, in which one of their fae's were having newborn pups. this was an exciting event, as it had only happened in/after the winter months and many of the younger ones had never seen something so miraculous up close. the kingsly pack had always celebrated new births. they were the perfect gift from the gods above; new pups meant new warriors in training. the alphas were content, standing on the outskirts of a gathering crowd. yelps filled the air, but not of misery. of something more loving- painful - but loving. birth; new life being created. miraculous.

the fae's name was athena, and she was quite respected in the pack. gentle and fair, she had helped many of them in their times of need and was quite the huntress! her glossy silver coat always seemed to gleam in the moonlight, so it was only a matter of time before she had caught someone's eye. of course, alue, one of the most arrogant brutes, had to tie her down. many of the others had disagreed to the fae's decision to mate with such a stupid male, but she was so deep in love that all of their calls were completely lost in the depths of her brain. alue's bright blue eyes that clashed so beautifully against his stunning dark coat was enough to lure her into such a trap.

of course, pups did have a way of changing minds. athena had birthed two female pups, and one male pup. there was one other male and female who had died right as they had come into the world for the first time, fighting until their last breath. this stirred up uneasiness between the two wolves, and fighting soon broke out. the first fight was about what they should name the survivors. alue had argued that the male pup should be named after himself, since it was so strong. angered at this remark, athena had lashed out with strong words meant to damage and not heal. this made the bitterness worse, and the male started naming the females also. blair and amber, after his mother and only living sister. obviously, athena was angry at this and started naming the pups her way. blaze for the male, after her beloved father, and the girls skylar and avril.

all of this got too out of hand, and kingsly's alpha at the time was forced to make a decision for the mates. he decided to name the male pup aspen, after his personal father, whom was also a leader at one point, and the girls skylar and blair - choosing one from each parent. after that, it wasn't up to him what the couple would do afterwords, but he had hoped they would end it peacefully.

obviously, his hope was not answered. after aspen, skylar, and blair had grown old enough to get up on their own feet, alue took his son and lead him over to the darkness pack in hope of a new life. after many trials, alue was forced out of both of the packs and left to go out into the woods as a loner. the pack took in aspen, since he was just another free resource for them, and there he prospered. after around two years of full-on training, he had already become a fighter for his new pack and on his way to doing greater things than even that. it was only during the great battle that everything had changed.

many deaths had occured that fateful night, with blood loss on both sides. many of the brave warriors were deceased, and it left hardly anymore souls to make up two different packs. that obviously is were darkness and kingsly were forced to join together to form seymour, but there is more to the story than even that! blindly, aspen had ended up slaying his own mother in the heat of battle. at first, he hadn't even realized who it was. if a wolf was kingsly, it was his duty to fight them- kin or not. the only moment he had realized it was her was when she had cried out his name in such a pain-struck way that it still echoes in his ears forever.

after she had died, aspen dragged her to a small bush which hid her from all of the others. with resentfulness, he carried on with the fight until it was finally over. both kingsly and darkness were not happy that night, since they had both grown so much weaker and the death toll was more than anyone could count. going back over to the corpse, aspen said a few words and buried his muzzle deep into his mother's side, whispering to her the rest of the night. many of the surviving darkness wolves dare not say a word to the mourning wolf, and most don't even know who he was laying next to for the rest of the night.

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ｃａｎ ｙｏｕ ｆｉｎｄ ｌｏｖｅ?

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✎crυѕн
none
✎мαтe
angelblade (former)
✎pυpѕ
none
✎ғαмιly
athena - mother x
alue - father ?
blair - sister ?
skylar - sister x

after alue had taken him out of kingsly, aspen had doubted love. after all, his parent's hadn't done such a good job on such a task. how could he do a better job? aspen did have a mate once, who was his best friend. he ended it suddenly, full of regret. terrified to make the same mistakes as his parents, obviously. aspen tended to work more out of fear than love, and breaking his own heart and another's is what he ended up with an end result. currently, aspen has no crush, mate, or pups. angelblade is still in his pack, so that makes things really awkward between them. all aspen knows of his family is that alue is most likely alive out in the woods somewhere, living alone. he heard that one of his sisters, blair, had gone out after him and his father when they left, and no one has heard of her sense. she most likely died, but there is always that small hope. his other sister skylar, and his mother, athena, both died of a sickness quite a while ago. skylar was only practically a year old when this happened, and aspen feels a slight pang of sadness whenever he thinks of her.

[king_bear]

valentine.;; accepted, I'll add you to the ranks asap c:
without a doubt&;; accepted as soon as you finish.
thanks for joining, guys c:

as soon as without a doubt& finish her form, we can start.

[Demonsockpuppet]

Name:
Joker's Thrill

Nickname:
Joker maybe Thrill

Age:
One year and 8 months

Gender:
Fea

Me:

History:
Well, I was once a wolf from a what you call a wolf research programme.
I was borne to a pack of males and a few females, we were researched and watched by humans. My life growing up was quiet violent, the alpha brute would kill any brutes that looked or even spoke to the alpha fea. He would mate almost all the feas, but the ones he thought were ugly (like me).
After a year of dealing with the violence and pain in my pack, I left followed by a few fellow feas and brutes, the alpha brute went after us, pick us off one by one untill only 1 brutes and one fea and I were left. We kept running until we were out of the woods.
We head north and slowly starve, soon the fea starts to go mad. She tried killing me and the brute had to kill her. We suffered hunger for many months and only survived by sharing tiny amounts of food, the males allowed me to feed more and soon enough he was smaller than me, he slowly died, starving himself to save me. One day when I awoke I found his body the the river, ripped at the neck, grizzly tracks were leading away from his body. I respect him for giving me his food. After months being by myself I came along a pack territory. I entered it and found the pack within the territory. Hopefully they accept me.

Personality:
I stick to myself around new wolves but within my pack once you get to know me I am perky, chatty and fun to be around.
I love the thrill of fighting and I am quiet strong and agile. My temper can get the best of me, and when I'm mad, its BAD.
I tend to be un-noticable and sneaky, I seem sweet and soft looking but don't think that for a minute, I am quiet violent when I want to be and while fighting I will kill if I am hungry to avenge a pack member or my opponent just takes it to far.

Rank:
She wishes to be the darkness beta but if she is not preveliged she is not afraid to step down and be a fighter.

Other:
I have a strong accent

If thats ok I don't want a male, but if I have to then I will instanly work on it)

[without a doubt ♥]

{{ bump ...
is this roleplay still going to happen? }}

[king_bear]

{ yes, it is. sorry guys, I've been away for a few days and forgot to mention that. I will do so, however, if it's going to happen again c:
without a doubt&; accepted, I'll add you to the ranks if I didn't do that yet.
Demonsockpuppet; you're accepted, for now, but I'd like to see more literacy in your posts c:
we can start now, I'll post soon. }

[avaloafe]

{~ Hope the form is alright. I did it all off of the top of my head.. ~}

~ Name - History - Personality - Age - All together ~

Exmortis. Kinda creepy name eh'? I got my name when I was a newborn pup. I was the strongest of my litter. A little after 3 months of my birthing, my mother came up with names for all of the other pups except me. She wanted my father to name me. My father named me after the pack. So after being named by the pack, when my mother and father died or was killed, I was the one to be the Alpha Fae. That is how I got my unusual name.

So that wraps up the History and Name. Now shall we move onto the rest of the History and some Personality?

When I was a pup, I used to play roughly with my two brothers. There was only three in the litter. My two brothers, Josh and Keme were great. They played together with me all the time. Sadly though, Josh died about 2 moths later after our birthing. Keme and I were very devastated. We mourned longer than our mother. Keme soon blamed me for the death of our brother. He didn't talk to me at all but we still stayed as close to each other as possible. He is now somewhere that I do not know. We were seperated in a flood one morning and we haven't seen each other since - I really miss him with all my heart. I almost forgot to mention that I am about 3 years of age. I am still 2 but not much longer.



~ Pack - Rank ~

I am with the darkness and I am hoping to be a fighter. I like to let out my emotions when I get angry, and that is what would be good for me as a fighter.



~ Crush - Secret crush - Mate - Pups ~

I do not love anyone because I haven't had any relationships what so ever. I have no mate, therefor I have no pups.