destruction ;; semi-literate ;; open - accepting

[foxflight,]

{{ thanks for understanding. c:

[.imagine.dragons.]

»»name Vestra.
»»gender female.
»»age five years old.
»»pack this one.
»»rank loner.
Vestra is her name. It is a odd name for a wolf, but it is unique and wraps around her personality like a glove. Of course she is a female, and is up there in years. Though she is still young at heart. She won't admit she is old till she is about twelve or fourteen years old. For now she wants to live while she is five. Though she is a loner, she still lives around this packs scent. She lingers around them, knowing and waiting for them to attack, she is itching for a good fight. Lingering around a pack is something she enjoys doing, it makes them stand on their toes and just wait for something to happen.



»»personality quiet and sly.
»»history confusing and misleading.
»»discription small and grey.
»»likes fighting and hunting.
»»dislikes other wolves and humans.
Vestra is a very quiet wolf. She says few words and enjoys silence when she walks. Having a quiet demeanor makes her a good stealth hunter and good at sneaking up on other wolves. Rarely she will let another wolf attack first, but when she does it normally is a pack or group of wolves. She does this to show them she isn't afraid of them, and is stronger than she looks. Not only is she quiet she is also sly and sneaky. She tricks others and is good at finding strategies to fight and hunt. It is difficult to out maneuver her and is very very hard to out wit her. A lot of times she will be a a grumpy butt and attack someone. Though no wolf can stay the way she is, one day in her life she will open up, and be more sweeter, though as of now, hate is her problem.
Though she like most wolves is like this due to her past. She was born on a late December night in a dug out den near an Indian camp. Her mother was an Indian protector and hunted for them often. As Vestra grew up she found out that the humans came closer to her den every day. Fear stuck her, mainly because she had no idea who they were. Though as months went by she got used to the company of the Indians and finally settled down with them. She began to play with the children and help them hunt with their parents. When she turned two years old white men came, and shot at the Indians and wolves. Everyone fled and everyone was lost. The white men hunted down everyone including her. She fought back and after a while fled far away, until she knew she was safe, and slowed down. Male wolves used her and attacked her. She fought for her life everyday and was mentally hurt. Other lone males would often stalk her and when given the chance attack her, weather it be for mating purposes or just a good fight. Ever since then she has been wandering and searching for anything and anyone to bite for what she went through.
Vestra is a small wolf and is of course an average grey wolf. She has auburn eyes and silky fur. Her underbelly and neck is white as well as some other parts of her. Though she is mostly a dark grey and has few streaks of white. In the spring and summer her coat is more brown than anything and towards winter and fall it turns more white and black. With her coat being thick, and often shedding into a new color, she always has some clumps of dead fur on her, when you catch her at the right moment.
Vestra loves hunting and fighting if you haven't noticed. It is almost her passion. She loves it more than anything and does it constantly. She picks fights with anyone and everyone and hunts anything in her path. Though that's not all she likes. She can climb some trees and enjoys resting on a sturdy branch for a quiet snooze. She loves to swim and catch fish in the river or lakes.
She also hates some things. For instance she doesn't like most other wolves, she some how grew a slight hate for them and doesn't care to be around them all her life. She also doesn't like the white men, or any human for a matter of fact. They all lost her trust and will never gain it back, and she plans on killing as many as she can if she ever sees them.



»»mate no one.
»»crush no one.
»»pups none.
»»family none.
»»what she looks for in a mate nothing.
Vestra is a stone hearted female and doesn't search for love really. She has never even thougth about it before. She is too focoused on other things to worry about a mate or crush. Though pups, she has had some in her lifetime, about ten total, and they were all amazing pups, but they went their own ways together or alone.
She doesn't look for anything mate really, mainly because she doesn't want one right now. but perhaps one day she will be open to it, though the thought of it shakes her bones to the core. Though she wouldn't mind a strong brute, who loves to play and fight just like her. Though maybe not so cold to the heart. Maybe he would be sweet, and maybe a bit willing. Also a bit hard-headed..but a sweet-heart all the same.

[May I ask a quick question, do we have to make a male? Honestly I type up a lot! And it would be quite a bit of paragraphs if i had two characters. <3 thankies. Love your roleplay by the way.]

[foxflight,]

{{ sure kovu, you can just role play Vestra.

[wolf ;;]

{ I'm totally joining c: Can I reserve a warrior, hunter, mother and a apprentice? I'll be using the names Samson, Lily, Clover and Shadow (I'll also be using the names Marki, Desmond, October and Nevaeh for the mothers pups when they are born ) }

- | Samson | - | 5 Years | - | Brute | - | Warrior | - | The c a l m one | -

His name is Samson. This brute has no name meaning, and his nickname is Sam. He is at the age of five years, he considers it to be the prime age of his life. Samson is a brute, lad, male, dude, whatever you want to call him. Samson is a warrior of the pack, he wouldn't trade it for anything. He has his desired rank, he wants no other rank then warrior.
Full Description w.i.p. Samson has one of the most common pelt colours that a wolf might get when they are born. The base of his pelt is a pale brown, and it looks like it is almost a cream colour. He is flecked with a slightly darker shade of brown, and this is fleked around his face and back. He is then flecked with another darker shade of brown, which is around his ears and tail. He also had greyish white for his 'eyebrows'. He ten does have a rich pale cream colour, which covers his paws, underbelly and under tail, and he has the pale cream on his face as well. Like most wolves, his pelt is thick, which would keep him warm in winter, and it would also be hard to bite through his fur and get to his skin. Samson has really interesting eyes. They are more almond shaped then rounded, but most wolves have almond shaped eyes anyway. The pupil in his eye is normally a large black circle, ut it never completely fills his whole eye, no matter how dark it is. The main colour in his eyes in a bright amber, which shows out against his soft coloured and dull pelt. His eyes are flecked with yellow by the pupil and dark orange by the edges, and in the middle the two colours are blended in to make the amber colour. Around his pupil also, he has silver grey flecked around it, which adds a good texture to his eyes, and a good measure on the colour. Samson has a strong body build, after all, he had been trained to be a warrior. He has a board head and large, square shoulders. He has large paws that hold a lot of strength in them. But due to his large paws, and his strong body build, he is a bit slower then wolves that are more lean. He has a strong body build, as said before, which makes him a strong fighting, which is why he is a warrior and not something like a hunter or a scout, but he would make a good guard if he wanted to. He has stocky legs, which also hold a bit of strength. He has a few scars here ad there, the one you will always see is on his right shoulder, it is a long and deep scar.
Personality w.i.p. History w.i.p.
His parents were named Iris and Ricky. He had four brothers named Cloud, Rage, Spot and Jordan. He also had a sister named Sally, and he had three younger sisters named Frost, Nelly and Chestnut. His littermates and siblings are dead, Nelly is dead, Frost and Chestnut are missing (I might bring Frost and Chestnut in later).

- | Clover | - | 4 Years | - | Fae | - | Hunter | - | The p r o t e c t i v e one | -

Her name is Clover, she was named this for her sweet personality that she sometimes has. Clover is four years old, which isn't old, but it isn't too young either. If you call her a brute, she will bite your ear off, she is clearly a fae. As if you couldn't tell from her slim build, Clover is a hunter for the pack. She has no wanted rank.
Full Description w.i.p. The base of her pelt is a light brown, that is mixed in with another colour, and it may look like her fur is orange. She then has a brownish grey colour on her, which is on her face, back and her tail. She then also has a type of paleish cream brown colour that is flecked on her back, ontop of the browish grey colour. She also has it flecked on her face, chest, neck and her tail as well. She then has a paler cream, white covers her paws, underbelly and under her tail as well. She then has some white flecked on her face, around her eyes and there is also some white on her muzzle as well. She has thich fur, thicker then most, and it is slightly longer then most. She has a normal eye colour that a wolf would have. The main colour in her eye is a dark hazel colour, which is surprisingly different to Lily or Shadow's eye colours. It is a dark hazel, and in the dark it almost looks like her eyes could be completely black. She has lighter hazel flecked around her pupil, along with light silver, and those colours have completely blended into the base hazel of her eye colour. She then has darker hazel, basically black, which is flecked on the edge of her eyes, and this is also blended into the normal hazel colour. Clover has a thin and lithe body build, since she was trained to be a hunter and not anything like a warrior or a guard. She has long, slim legs and small shoulders, which help her with her long strides when she is hunting. She has powerful hindlegs, which help her when she is jumping distance away from a piece of prey that she is hunting, so when she jumps she will most likely land on it. She has strong jaws and she also has small paws. Her having a lithe and thin body build means she is faster then most, but it also means she is weaker. Clover has no scars.
Personality w.i.p. History w.i.p.
Her parents are unknown. Her sister is Lily and her pup is Shadow.

- | Shadow | - | 8 Months | - | Brute | - | Warrior Apprentice | - | The a d v e n t u r o u s one | -

His name is Shadow. He was named for his black fur, ad for his good hiding in the shadows. He is 8 months old, a new apprentice. Shadow is a brute, always has been always will be.Shadow is a apprentice for the Warriors.He wishes to be a full Warrior when he is ready.
Full Description w.i.p. Pelt w.i.p. Eyes w.i.p. Structure w.i.p. Shadow has no scars.
Personality w.i.p. History w.i.p.
He has no littermates. His mother is Clover, his father is a deceased brute named Ace, and his aunty is Lily.

- | Lily | - | 4 Years | - | Fae | - | Mother | - | The f r i e n d l y one | -

Her name is Lily, she has no meaning for her name. Lily is at the age of four. Well, brutes can't give birth to pups, can they? No, which means that Lily is a fae. Lily is a mother, she is expecting pups. When her pups are apprentices, she wants to be a hunter again.
Full Description w.i.p. Pelt w.i.p. Eyes w.i.p. Structure w.i.p. Lily has one scar, which is like an 'x' on her chest, it was given to her by a bear, the same one that killed her mate.
Personality w.i.p. History w.i.p.
Her parents are unknown, her sister is Clover and her nephew is Shadow. Her mate was named Desmond, but he was killed by a bear.

[foxflight,]

{{ sure, there all reserved for you.

[fruitbat]

{ finished silver foxflight }

[fireflies.]

✿ ✿ . ᴀ ʀᴏsᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ғɪᴇʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏʀɴs.

♒ { mika } . { she-wolf } . { scout } . { gentle } ♒

ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ▸
------ indefinite.

☞ "indefinite."
☛ My username is indeed, indefinite., but I don't like to be formal unless its with adults; so, please call me Deffs, Deffie, or Indie. Either or, I reply. I mean, I've even been known to reply to fishy c:

ｎａｍｅ ▸
------ sorrelpaw.

☞ "I like my name; It's different."
☛ 'Sorrel' was bestowed apon the kit by her dear mother, Icewing, moments after her birth. Such an odd name for such an odd she-cat, history and all. She was named after the atmosphere of her birth, one of the stormiest days of Ashclan's history. The storm clouds above were swirling about, spiraling in a sorrel manner, the waves of the wind crashing against trees in a dangerous manner, when Icewing, the gorgeous queen she was, gave birth to the little bundle of fur. Her desperatly wanted suffix, 'Sky' is just an addition to this.

ａｇｅ ▸
------ ten moons.

☞ "Age doesn't define ability."
☛ Sorrelpaw has just celebrated her tenth moon of being born. Yes, she's been a kit for six moons, and an apprentice for four. She's simply two moons away from fulfilling her dream of becoming a warrior.

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ▸
------ she-cat.

☞ "I'd be happy to show you the goods."
☛ Sorrelpaw has been unsure of alot of things in her life: her name, her kin, her history, but never once has she thought she couldnt possibly be a female. Her nimble, more lean body structure is defiantly so, along with her softer tongue and lady parts. She was joking before, about happily showing you the goods; she's a very prideful cat, honest as well. You'll just have to take her word for it.

ｒａｎｋ ▸
------ apprentice.

☞ "I seek being a warrior, nothing else."
☛ The moment Sorrelpaw first stepped out into the forest alone, it showed she was an apprentice with skills. She has been one of the strongest and sharpest she could possibly be. Since all the praise she's deserved, she's found it in her heart to long to be a warrior some day, however until then, she's just going to have to settle as a meer apprentice.

ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ ▸
------ iridesent.

☞ "Some say I'm a looker; I look but see no goods."
☛ work in progress.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ▸
------ intreverted.

☞ "I find myself more interesting than others."
☛ Sorrelpaw was found alone, she trained alone {besides her mentor at times of course}, and in her mind, she will forever be alone. She is a rather intreverted cat, seperating herself from others a great deal of the time. This is my her own choosing, of course. She seems to find that she can intertain herself more than she needs others to intertain her. Because of this, she is very quick to think, having many time to do it. At a single moment in time, she could craft up some sort of infathimous scheme, play it all out in her head, and set her body to work right after. She's strong willed like that, built and ready to take on any task at hand, an for many, she is admired for such a heroic attribute. Its not common with young cats such as herself. She's really a sarcastic type, most of her jeers purposly meant to sting just a bit, but all in all she's a real jokester if you play your cards right with her. Also unlike other cats, she hasnt a soft side within that hard shell of hers. Its all buff and beast that comes within her, and she shows no way of trying to tone it down. This attitude surfaces around new faces, rather than old, and it raises eyebrows. Most cats havent sharp tongues towards people they wish to make friends with, but of course, Sorrelpaw isnt most cats. It comes in handy though, just as she does within battle. Inspite her aggrivating exposure, she's a cat you want to keep around in your life.
She sees things differently than other cats, it's true. She can take something so simple as a battle tactic and flip flop it around in her head, imagining all the better ways to tweek it, the right times to use it, and how someone came up with such a thing. SOme say its that day dreamer within her trying to bang its way out, though she'll claim exact opposite. To her, it's just her conscience trailing off and getting distracted from whats eally important. Poor girl has much to learn about life.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ▸
------ heartfelt.

☞ "Who needs kin?"
☛ work in progress

ｓｉｇｎｉｆｉｃａｎｔ ｏｔｈｅｒ ▸
------ none.

☞ "Who needs a tom in the picture?"
☛ Sorrelpaw doesn believe in that sort of love. The only love she feels is towards her future life as a warrior, oddly enough; I guess its a freedom thing. She's never experienced such a thing, nor plans to in the near future. It isnt some sort of 'hidden past' type of thing, nor is it a tale of a broken heart, just her mind set that she doesnt need anybody but herself and her goals to complete her life.

ｋｉｎ ▸
------ none.

☞ "Never knew 'em."
☛ No one, not even Sorrelpawerself knows of her history. She doesnt really mind though. She more of a 'the past is in the past' type of gal anyways. But because of all that, she doesnt know of any living or dead kin. She figures she obviously had a mother and father, and perhaps even a couple siblings, considering she is a larger cat and they have larger litters, but she's seen no familiar faces or names. Like I said though, she doesnt really mind by it all. She focused on her work.

ｏｔｈｅｒ ▸
------ nope.

☞ "Nah, you basically covered it all."
☛ I think thats just about it. I like this roleplay, I really do. Its unique, not something I've ever seen or heard about. I cant wait for it to get started.

I am still editing this out and I have a very long way to go. This is a massive w.i.p so I suggest not looking. This form belongs to indefinite,

✿ ✿ . ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʙʏ ɪᴛ's ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ.

♒ { denalin } . { brute } . { lead guard } . { mysterious } ♒

ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ▸
------ Air

☞ "Air"
☛ There's not much to say, is there? My username is Air, period. I currently don't have a nickname as I can't really see any way to shorten Air, can you? XD

ｎａｍｅ ▸
------ denalin.

☞ "Denalin, thanks."
☛ Ahh, yes, Denalin. The moment Denalin's mother's eyes fell upon him, she instantly saw a spitting image of his father. Some wolves might say that Lotti made the wrong choice with naming her only son, bringing back too many bad memories of mourning and grief but Lotti thought different. She named the young wolf pup Denalin; after his deceased father.

ａｇｅ ▸
------ ten moons.

☞ "Age doesn't define ability."
☛ Sorrelpaw has just celebrated her tenth moon of being born. Yes, she's been a kit for six moons, and an apprentice for four. She's simply two moons away from fulfilling her dream of becoming a warrior.

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ▸
------ she-cat.

☞ "I'd be happy to show you the goods."
☛ Sorrelpaw has been unsure of alot of things in her life: her name, her kin, her history, but never once has she thought she couldnt possibly be a female. Her nimble, more lean body structure is defiantly so, along with her softer tongue and lady parts. She was joking before, about happily showing you the goods; she's a very prideful cat, honest as well. You'll just have to take her word for it.

ｒａｎｋ ▸
------ apprentice.

☞ "I seek being a warrior, nothing else."
☛ The moment Sorrelpaw first stepped out into the forest alone, it showed she was an apprentice with skills. She has been one of the strongest and sharpest she could possibly be. Since all the praise she's deserved, she's found it in her heart to long to be a warrior some day, however until then, she's just going to have to settle as a meer apprentice.

ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ ▸
------ iridesent.

☞ "Some say I'm a looker; I look but see no goods."
☛ work in progress.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ▸
------ intreverted.

☞ "I find myself more interesting than others."
☛ Sorrelpaw was found alone, she trained alone {besides her mentor at times of course}, and in her mind, she will forever be alone. She is a rather intreverted cat, seperating herself from others a great deal of the time. This is my her own choosing, of course. She seems to find that she can intertain herself more than she needs others to intertain her. Because of this, she is very quick to think, having many time to do it. At a single moment in time, she could craft up some sort of infathimous scheme, play it all out in her head, and set her body to work right after. She's strong willed like that, built and ready to take on any task at hand, an for many, she is admired for such a heroic attribute. Its not common with young cats such as herself. She's really a sarcastic type, most of her jeers purposly meant to sting just a bit, but all in all she's a real jokester if you play your cards right with her. Also unlike other cats, she hasnt a soft side within that hard shell of hers. Its all buff and beast that comes within her, and she shows no way of trying to tone it down. This attitude surfaces around new faces, rather than old, and it raises eyebrows. Most cats havent sharp tongues towards people they wish to make friends with, but of course, Sorrelpaw isnt most cats. It comes in handy though, just as she does within battle. Inspite her aggrivating exposure, she's a cat you want to keep around in your life.
She sees things differently than other cats, it's true. She can take something so simple as a battle tactic and flip flop it around in her head, imagining all the better ways to tweek it, the right times to use it, and how someone came up with such a thing. SOme say its that day dreamer within her trying to bang its way out, though she'll claim exact opposite. To her, it's just her conscience trailing off and getting distracted from whats eally important. Poor girl has much to learn about life.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ▸
------ heartfelt.

☞ "Who needs kin?"
☛ work in progress

ｓｉｇｎｉｆｉｃａｎｔ ｏｔｈｅｒ ▸
------ none.

☞ "Who needs a tom in the picture?"
☛ Sorrelpaw doesn believe in that sort of love. The only love she feels is towards her future life as a warrior, oddly enough; I guess its a freedom thing. She's never experienced such a thing, nor plans to in the near future. It isnt some sort of 'hidden past' type of thing, nor is it a tale of a broken heart, just her mind set that she doesnt need anybody but herself and her goals to complete her life.

ｋｉｎ ▸
------ none.

☞ "Never knew 'em."
☛ No one, not even Sorrelpawerself knows of her history. She doesnt really mind though. She more of a 'the past is in the past' type of gal anyways. But because of all that, she doesnt know of any living or dead kin. She figures she obviously had a mother and father, and perhaps even a couple siblings, considering she is a larger cat and they have larger litters, but she's seen no familiar faces or names. Like I said though, she doesnt really mind by it all. She focused on her work.

ｏｔｈｅｒ ▸
------ nope.

☞ "Nah, you basically covered it all."
☛ I think thats just about it. I like this roleplay, I really do. Its unique, not something I've ever seen or heard about. I cant wait for it to get started.

I am still editing this out and I have a very long way to go. This is a massive w.i.p so I suggest not looking. This form belongs to indefinite,

[fruitbat]

{ sorry for the spam but when shall we start? }

[foxflight,]

{{ were starting now. I was currently typing up my post c:

[fruitbat]

{ oh ok, sorry }