not the end - high semi-literate - accepting forms

[king_bear]

I used to rule the world
seas would rise when I gave the word
now in the morning I sleep alone
sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
listened as the crowd would sing
now the old king is dead long live the king
one minute I held the key
next the walls were closed on me
and I discovered that my castles stand
upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

my ancestors have always told the story of our origin, throughout centuries. how two brothers, Memory and Secret, bound by love and friendship, were born, grew up as strong, young wolves and followed their own paths, which were always crossing each other, over and over again. both the brothers, powerful and loyal to each other, formed their own pack. their own place to live, their own home. their own friends.
and, while they lived their lives apart from each other, their contact, their bond began to break down. they saw each other less than before, they spoke less, until, one day, they permanently broke their contact down. from that moment on, they saw each other no more.
they both did not care as much - they had their lives, their mates, their pups. while the pups grew up to be like their dads, strong, and loyal to their packs, and those pups got their pups, and so on, something dark began to hatch in the mind of the youngest pup of Secret's pack... and eventually, they all regretted his existence.

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
roman cavalry choirs are singing
be my mirror, my sword and shield
missionaries in a foreign field

for some reason I can't explain
once you'd gone there was never
never an honest word
and that was when I ruled the world

the pup grew up. instead of the white, blonde or cream-coloured fur that streamed through the bloodlines of Secret's descendants, this pup was brown. dark brown. he became, not unlike his brothers and sisters, a strong, loyal wolf, focused on the pack's safety and, unlike his sister, the pack's power.
none of his sisters or brothers could prevent him from killing his own brother, one day. it was an accident, he said, tears dripping on the hard, stone floor, his paws and tail covered in mud and blood. they had been playing, and suddenly things went wrong, he said. he never admitted to anyone, that he had never really mourned about that brother's death.
because many followed. his pack, indeed, became the mightiest of all when the brown wolf became a leader. and, while Memory's pack lived in peace, he brought that hatched thought into his own litters, their minds growing ideas that young pups should never have.

it was a 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

revolutionaries wait
for my head on a silver plate
just a puppet on a lonely string
oh who would ever want to be king?

the hatred for the pack that descended from Memory went so deep in Secret's pack that one day, the leader of that moment gathered his fighters, and went to Memory's pack. they killed the leader, and took over the other wolves in the pack. those who did not match the requirements were banned, never to return to their family and home. the second-in-command of that moment, a younger wolf named Rogue, gathered all the banned wolves, and created a new pack. his descendants now roam the lands outside the Secret's descendant's territory, waiting for a moment to get their family back. my name is Camelot, and I'm Rogue's descendant. and I'm doing anything, surely anything, to get my pack's honour and pride back, and to see my family again.
I know that the leader of the other pack, Xenon, is a strong, tough one, but one day, I'll gather my fighters and I'll get my territory back. I'm not afraid. this is not the end.

[king_bear]

okay, to begin with, I'm not going to restrict you from any side, I'm not going to make sure you won't get off the plotline, but I'd like you if you didn't. and, I'm not going to be a grammar-nazi, but please, this is high semi-literate. which means that you should be able to type a good paragraph of text, looking a little nice, centered, resized, coloured, whatever, with not too many spelling/grammar mistakes. I understand if you make a few - I'm Dutch myself, and I make mistakes all the time, but if you're not sure, just take the thing through a spelling-controller. thirty seconds, and you know if you're wrong somewhere. I'll do that too, if you do that as well.
high semi-literate means good, developing characters as well, which are not stereotypes - no blonde princesses, black, evil wolves, wise grey elders or young, innocent, cute puppies. make your characters different; make them interesting. it will spice up the plot as well.

secondly, talking about characters, there is a limit of two. if you need to have two, they need to be a brute and a fae. need to be. whatsoever. also, if you're taking a look at the ranks and genders down there, please make sure that if there are a lot of faes, you make a brute, or if there are five hunters and only one patroller/fighter, make sure you make no hunter c; let's keep the ranks and genders even.
also, there is specified if the rank you're focusing on is high, medium or low. you can have only one high ranked wolf, and then your other wolf must be low, or you can have two medium ranked wolf, but I'd prefer if you give the other people a chance as well for getting a high/medium rank. so if you must, it's allowed to have two medium ranked wolves, but if you do not have to, please don't c:

thirdly, basic rules. you need to have read all the main roleplay rules, and obey them whatsoever, otherwise you'll be kicked out of this roleplay, and maybe even off Chickensmoothie, so make sure you're not doing anything illegal. next, you shouldn't powerplay, godmod, make perfect characters, etc. no fun for anyone, except for you. and let us be nice and let the other people have some fun as well. that's what this roleplay is for. use brackets - ()/{}/[]/<>, etc - when talking out of character (ooc), to make sure there's no confusion. also, don't be mates/have a crush on your own characters. give everyone a chance to crush/have a mate.

and lastly, this roleplay is in the realistic forum, which means that you are supposed to have realistic characters. as this roleplay is in the animal forum, please have animals as characters. more specifically, have wolves. nothing else. no exclusions.
realistic is, in my eyes, no wings, extra limbs, supernatural powers, odd colours, invincible characters, having advantages that make you better than others, unnatural eye colours, etc. none of those are allowed - and I'm allowed not to accept you if your form doesn't match the requirements.

forms must be send to me over pm, they should not be posted here. I'll make sure your form is visible to others. thank you.

[king_bear]

high rankings

fehu >> called "alpha" in other packs. the fehus (brute and fae, mates) have unrestricted control over the pack. they are the leaders - the pack goes where they go. they make decisions about the survival of the pack, that can make differences between life and death. in the winter, the fehus face big problems, such as starvation, freezing to death, non-surviving puppies, etc. unlimited leadership, and the pack listens to them.
úruz >> there is only one úruz in both packs. maybe, this is a more powerful member than the fehus. the úruz is the advisor of the fehu, either if it is the fehu brute or the fehu fae. úruz are known to be corrupt, they are easily buyable and they often spy for other packs. the úruz is rarely trusted, but of course, the more by the fehu.
thurisaz >> called "béta" sometimes. thurisaz (only one, either fae or brute) is the one who takes over leadership if the fehu is absent. they have, however, if fehu-ing for the absent wolf, limits that no thurisaz may cross. they can't sentence a member to death - but they can ban it. they can't break down a pack ("this pack is no more and you are to go wherever you want"), they can't move the pack unless it's an emergency case, and they can never, but never, ban the fehu from the pack, while he is absent.
ansuz >> the elders. ansuz (can have more than one) are known by their wisdom, and their experience over the years. they are often asked for their opinion in either small or big matters, and their words mean a lot to the fehu.

medium rankings

raido >> the lead hunter. raido is, qua ranking, as high as kenaz, gebo and wunjo, and they do not have more influence on the fehu than any other wolf, except when good friends, of course. raido trains apprentices, leads the wolves when hunting and thinks strategically, if there's a big group of prey around.
kenaz >> the lead patroller. kenaz trains apprentices, leads the patrolling wolves and stays on the watch if there are rogues, or enemies around. they also patrol for prey, and then can send the raido and his wolves to get them. he or she also speaks with the gebo much, what to do when there's an attack (the patrollers usually do not fight), etc.
gebo >> the lead fighter. gebo trains apprentices, leads the fighting wolves when there is an attack on the pack, talks with the fehu to set out an emergency plan and protects their packmates.
wunjo >> the lead healer. wunjo knows everything about herbs, trains apprentices, heals wounded wolves and cures diseases. wunjo often takes his/her apprentices with him/her if it is going to search for herbs in the forest.

low rankings

hagálaz >> the hunters. hagálaz are know to be agile, sleek and silent, and have strong jaws. they follow raido, who is their leader, and they usually know what the other hagálaz are thinking while hunting.
naúthiz >> the patrollers. naúthiz are known to be agile, silent and have a huge stamina, so they can walk for hours. these wolves also have good ears and nose, and sometimes even good eyes. they are very familiar with the woods, so they can immediately recognize where they are in need. naúthiz follow kenaz, who is their leader.
isa >> the fighters. isas are strong, powerful wolves who know a lot about fighting. they protect their packs, fight intruders and attackers, and follow gebo, who trains them and they discuss techniques.
jera >> the healers. there are not many of these, but the jeras know a lot about herbs, and often help the wunjo, who is their leader, to heal badly wounded wolves. they can do small matters themselves, but let the real injuries which can kill a wolf to be done by the wunjo. they often go with the wunjo to gather herbs.
eihwaz >> called "omega". these are the wolves with the lowest rank, except for the puppies, and they eat last, often get to do the stupid jobs and care for the puppies. eihwaz have almost no influence in the pack.
perthro >> the puppies and apprentices. perthros are the wolves who are not fully grown yet, and yet have to decide what they are going to do when they are adults. the older perthros, who are old enough to learn, are often apprentices of the raido, kenaz, gebo or wunjo.

[king_bear]

Camelot's pack

fehu
(max. 2)
camelot - brute - no crush - no mate - snowface.
win camelot's heart - fae - n/a - n/a - reserved for camelot's mate
úruz
(max. 1)
admeta - fae - no crush - no mate - {pure.}
thurisaz
(max. 1)
khadijah - female - no crush - no mate - gigithepug
ansuz
(max. 3)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
raido
(max. 1)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
kenaz
(max. 1)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
gebo
(max. 1)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
wunjo
(max. 2)
l'esprit aimée - fae - no crush - no mate - |~Nevermore~|
hagálaz
(max. 3)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
naúthiz
(max. 3)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
isa
(max. 3)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
jera
(max. 2)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
eihwaz
(max. 3)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
perthro
(max. 3)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer

Xenon's pack

fehu
(max. 2)
xenon - fae - no crush - no mate - Aphotic
win xenon's heart - brute - n/a - n/a - reserved for xenon's mate
úruz
(max. 1)
name - gender - crush - mate - reserved for train.
thurisaz
(max. 1)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
ansuz
(max. 3)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
raido
(max. 1)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
kenaz
(max. 1)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
gebo
(max. 1)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
wunjo
(max. 2)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
hagálaz
(max. 3)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
naúthiz
(max. 3)
name - gender - crush - mate - reserved for rivendell
isa
(max. 3)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
jera
(max. 2)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
eihwaz
(max. 3)
vanadium - brute - no crush - no mate - Aphotic
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer
perthro
(max. 3)
name - gender - crush - mate - roleplayer

[king_bear]

I've got a base form for you, but if you'd like, you can make one yourself. if you don't, please spice it up with colours, fontmeme, pictures, whatever you'd like. and remember that I need your form over pm.

if you want to, you can change the "000000" to another colour, just pick one from here and put the colour code there. please do not use very bright colours, it will not be readable. and remember not to remove the "#".

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[king_bear]

love

> he likes her
< she likes him
>< they like each other
x mates
| broke up
- she is pregnant

none yet!

other relationships

+ siblings
^ father/mother of
~ grandparent/aunt/uncle
& friends

xenon + vanadium

[king_bear]

username;; snowface.

I hear jerusalem bells a-ringing
roman cavalry choirs are singing
be my mirror, my sword and shield
my missionaries in a foreign field
for some reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
never an honest word
but that was when I ruled the world

;; five yrs ;; brute ;; fehu ;; his own ;;
x - x - x - x - x
x - x - x - x - x

w h o - a r e - y o u ? ;; My name is Camelot, and I do not know what my name means. I do think, however, that it fits me, due to its softness at the beginning - "ame" - and it's striking end - "loT". I don't think that that's the same as I am, but it kind-of represents my history, if you understand what I'm saying.
I am five winters old, which means that I have lived through the beginning of my life. I can, now I'm older, decide for myself what I'm going to do - and what I chose when I had the chance, was a fehu. And so am I.
I was born right here, in this area, not very far away. But, if you'd ask me, I wouldn't be able to find that place back. I haven't really been paying attention to my surroundings when I was a pup.
Overall, I am not seen as a fae, which makes it obvious that I am a brute.

w h a t - d o - y o u - l o o k - l i k e ? ;; I am a fairly large wolf, if you're asking, and that makes me quite intimidating. Even though I am not, my colour and eyes help, because they do not match at all. I'm a smoky grey colour, with bits of brown and black, and a thick, soft pelt. My eyes, however, are strikingly bright brown, almost yellow, and those are the ones that make you look the most. The ones that make you stare. I don't mind, but don't let me see you staring.
My built is fairly large, like I said, with a wide chest and a long tail. I'm built to patrol, and that was what I did before I became fehu. I've always ran big distances, and my stamina and big lungs help me doing so. I'd be able to run until I grow old, almost.

w h a t - a r e - y o u - l i k e ? ;; Describing myself? Well, I've never done so, but I could give it a shot. I'm, if I can say so, made to lead a pack. I'm fair to those who deserve so, and unfair to those who aren't fair to me. I'm just, I do not judge a wolf by its pelt, and I will be accepting wolves into the pack easily, if they want to. However, I need to get to know you first, before I let you come close to me. I've been hurt before, and I don't want that to happen again.
In emergency cases, I'm not chaotic, I'm usually the one who still thinks. I'm calm, unstressed and I take almost everything serious. You couldn't laugh with me - I'm not the right wolf for that. I know we're almost at war now, with Xenon's pack, and I'm careful. As I've always been. As Memory has always been. I'm his descendant, and I'm not afraid to let you know.

Even though I'm intimidating and serious, I am friendly and soft, though my hard cover shows up when it's needed. I'm nice to puppies, as I love their innocent faces and their ignorant games, and I could watch nature all day, if I had the time for that. However, if you pull me into fehu-ness, I'd be calm, secure and unreachable, hard from the outside and unreadable. I'm not easy, but I'm fair. And I think that that is what matters the most.

w h a t - h a p p e n e d - t o - y o u ? ;; wip

a n d - w h o - a r e - t h e y ? ;; wip

a n y t h i n g - e l s e ? ;; nope.

username;; Aphotic

"To invent, you need a good imagination
and a pile of junk."

;;5 years;;male;; eihwaz ;;Xenon's Pack;;

w h o - a r e - y o u ? ;; Huh? What? My name? Oh, My name is Vanadium. I'm five years old, just like my sister, Xenon! You know her? She's the Fehu! I'm so proud of her. Oh, sorry. I got off track. Like I said, I'm Vanadium, the Eihwaz of Xenon's Pack. Never did find out why she stuck me down here. I don't think she ever liked me. She likes to pretend I don't exist, but I don't know why. I mean, how could you ignore your brother who came from the same litter? Yeah, sure, I was the runt, but still!

w h a t - d o - y o u - l o o k - l i k e ? ;; I'm built very small. I was the runt of my litter, while Xenon was the strongest. I never left because I didn't really think I'd make it out there. Whoops! Getting off track. I'm a grey wolf with a grey pelt, just like my mom. I'm very small and wiry. Maybe that's why I'm the Eihwaz? Oh well. My eyes are amber as well as Xenon's, but mine have little slivers of green in them. Isn't that cool? Does my build match my position in the pack, you ask? Well...I think so! I'm small, and aren't Eihwaz's supposed to be small? That's why they're Eihwaz's!

w h a t - a r e - y o u - l i k e ? ;; What am I like? Well, I can be very jumpy and ramble a lot, at least, that's what Xenon says. But she's always grumpy. Well, not always. But that's not important. Personality wise? I'm kind, loving, caring, and always up to watch the pups! Unlike Xenon. Some say I'm very attached to my sister, but I don't think that's true. I love her as a brother should. You can count on me to always be there if you need someone to talk to!
Likes? What do I like...hmm...Oh! Well, I looove spending time by the water. I think one time Xenon was pushed into the water by my dad, before my momma passed away. That day was so fun! We played in the water all day long that time. I like having company and spending time with Xenon, but I don't think she enjoys it. Maybe she does and is just hiding it?
Dislikes...hmm...I know. I don't like it when Xenon gets mad and growls. That's always scary. She can be kind of mean to me sometime, but I hope she knows I really love and care for her! I also don't like when she plots against Camelot's pack. They're so nice to me! I also don't like getting hurt, or joining in on hunts. I don't see why we have to put an animal in such pain for us! I mean, there's always fish. They don't feel pain, right? Or maybe that was plants. I don't know.

w h a t - h a p p e n e d - t o - y o u ? ;; My past? Well, I used to be under almost total slavery by my father once he became attached to Xenon and I after momma passed on. Once he died, I enjoyed my freedom so much! More than Xenon, which surprised me, because I thought she'd love the freedom! But mostly she tried to secure Fehu position. (I was so proud of her when she did!) Myself though? I mostly cheered Xenon on from the sidelines in those times. I think she appreciated it then. It was like a confidence boost, that someone believed in her. Though, for some reason, she stuck me in the Eihwaz position when she became Fehu! It's okay though, I'm used to being pushed around by her. She knows I love her.

a n d - w h o - a r e - t h e y ? ;; Well, I'm sure, by now, you know Xenon is my sister. Momma used to tell me I have a bunch of older brothers and sisters, but I never met any of them. I think that's why I love Xenon so much! She stuck by my side during Dad's madness. Mate?? Are you crazy! I'm Eihwaz! We can't have mates!

a n y t h i n g - e l s e ? ;; Hmm...I really do try to make Xenon happy a lot, but she just pushes me away. She doesn't like to admit it, and she might bite you and I if you tell her you I told you this, but really, she just wants a friend! I'm not sure why I'm not good enough. Maybe she's looking for a mate. I have noticed her muzzle fur graying. Is being Fehu really that stressful?

Never mistake knowledge for wisdom.
One helps you make a living;
the other helps you make a life.

;;5 years;;female;;fehu;;xenon's pack;;

w h o - a r e - y o u ? ;; my name is Xenon, in case you have hearing problems and didn't hear me earlier. i am a five year old female fehu, really, can't you read? i don't have any nicknames that i'm aware of, and it better stay that way.

w h a t - d o - y o u - l o o k - l i k e ? ;; some might say i'm too small and weak to be a fehu, but their opinions don't matter. i get the job done. my fur is the shade of a stormy midnight with a small white star on my chest. i'm as large as your average female, but don't think i can't take down a nice deer or stop trouble makers in my territory. my eyes are a gentle amber color, some say they have the look of a male, but i don't care. i use them to intimidate, anyway. my neck has a thick almost mane of fur, thanks to my father. i get my long legs from my mother, which make it easy to chase intruders out of my territory.

w h a t - a r e - y o u - l i k e ? ;; i have been told i can be extremely aggressive before, and don't doubt it for a second. i will not be afraid to enforce my rules and dispose of any who decide they don't have to listen to me. to be honest, i don't really know how i got this way. i was not the runt of the litter, i was actually one of the biggest pups my parent's had. my dad threw himself around and gloated a lot. that really scared my brother, Vanadium. have i mentioned him yet? no? I'll get to it. my father, he was full of himself, and that rubbed off on me.
my favorite things to do? well, there are many. i enjoy the thrill of a hunt, and also the rush of putting a pack member in their place. i also enjoy companionship, though i tend to avoid most. i tend to hide my feelings toward acceptance, friendship...and love. i push everyone away because i lost everything. i learned not to get too attached to others, because everyone leaves you in the long run. i think Vanadium knows all of this...ask him if you really want to know more about me. i'm sure he'd be plenty happy to spill. just tell him Xenon sent you.
i do not like waiting around, not doing anything. i really hate it when others try to force themselves upon you and over share. we just met, i really don't want to know your life story. it's also stressful when my brother becomes really clingy and tries to cheer me up. i know he means well, but it's sort of irritating.

w h a t - h a p p e n e d - t o - y o u ? ;; i have lived here my whole life. this pack used to be full of my family, but they're all gone. all of my brothers and sisters have dispersed into other packs, and i haven't heard from them. except for my brother, Vanadium. he stuck around for some reason. he was always really attatched to me. my parents have both died, my mother first. after that, my father became obsessive and controlling over the two of his pups who didn't leave...myself, and Vanadium.. we weren't allowed to talk to anyone, we weren't allowed to hunt. i grew anti-social and turned into an introvert, but Vanadium, somehow, remained his happy and peppy self. when dad died, i relished the freedom, but didn't do much with it until i was around two years old. when i was four, i became Fehu. Vanadium didn't seem to be fitting of much other than Eihwaz, and i wanted to make sure he'd not be in harms way. so, that's where i put him. i never told him my reasoning, because...well, because he'd never leave me alone.

a n d - w h o - a r e - t h e y ? ;; like i said, my siblings are gone, probably dead, Vanadium excluded. my mother and father have both died. i don't have a mate, nor crush. i might have other relatives i don't know about, you know, nieces, nephews. i have no friends yet, i don't talk much. maybe things will change?

a n y t h i n g - e l s e ? ;; not much. just don't turn your back to me. don't try and stand up to me. it won't end well. i'm not a pushover, nor a female you want to try and boss around. don't get any ideas.

username;; {pure.}

I've fought myself into where I am,
I risked everything I had,
I lost everything I had,
but I'm still alive.

;;5 and a half;;fae;;úruz;;Camelot's pack;;

w h o - a r e - y o u ? ;; Admeta. Sounds weird but it fits. It translates into 'untamed'. I guess that would work pretty darn well. In all honesty she kind of is in some senses. Meta can be a bit difficult when it comes down to trying to get her to listen to someone else telling her what to do. Admeta is just that.
Five and a half. Old enough to get her some knowledge on just how the world works, but still giving her a good run to be lied ahead. More time to learn and improve. Everyone needs a bit of that right? After those long years behind her some may see her as old but she is anything but. It gives the female wisdom.
Female. Sometimes she can be tougher than your average macho male but no worries. She displays plenty of the female gender. Meta would just love a family and has the sensitive and caring touch of a mother to help in her co-operation with the alphas.
Urùz. She loves her ranking. Admeta believes herself to be one with the alphas but knows when to submit. She will hold herself highly but not to threaten the authority of those in the lead. When she is called to duty she will most certainly prefrom to the best of her ability. Meta wants the oack to be as strong as can be and will do whatever she can in her power to do so. She is valuable in battle planning and general plotting of the pack.

w h a t - d o - y o u - l o o k - l i k e ? ;; A fair little female. Her body frame is lean and graceful, some may even mistake her for something like delicate. But assume not. There is a lot of fight in those lean muscles, and she uses that small frame for illusive battle and hunting and can be quite the quick striker. Her old pack used to call her the Viper at battle. Atop this light frame built for speed is a long pelt, based silver. Brushed atop is speckled black and brown covering her back and shoulders. Her long legs are a creamy white, her large observant eyes deep sepia. In her lengthy muzzle are two sets of long pointed fangs.

w h a t - a r e - y o u - l i k e ? ;; Well Meta is as her name tells us. Untamed. And good luck taming her. She may seem a delicate thpe but is more than battle ready. She packs a lot of fight in her slender body, and is not afraid of a fight. Admeta has faced many battles as a leader and will again. Sure she is not a leader but will most certainly consider herself one with the alphas. Clever and sly she is a great battle advisor and has led her old pack to victory more than once. She has a nasty side that normally is only reached by those wstepping out of line. If there is a hint of rebellion she will strike. Fiesty could be a good word for this one. Most of the time she is laid back and easy to talk to, but you will have to watch her jumping to conclusions.
It is true she will often form conclusions in her mind. If she is hearing about anything sounding close to a rival pack showing any signs of plotting she will ask for battle. It is a trademark of her past. But what most will find as more attractive in this female is her light personality and smart way of getting to know what she needs to. Not to mention the sensitivity that rests within reach in her. Admeta does care for her pack mates and will try to figure each and every one out and keep them up. Even if it means she may not be able to keep herself up. In all a loyal and sly female with the smarts to go the distance.

w h a t - h a p p e n e d - t o - y o u ? ;; The Inferno. No joke.That is pack she inherited at birth. Her parents immediately went about taking her into battle with them. There was hardly a day it seemed they were not engaging in war with the rivals, The Blackhearts. She knew her pack was the lesser of two evils. The Blackhearts would kill any pups that were not of a mainly black coloration. The Titans of the group were to be solid black. It was frightening to her. At such young ages she was brought to the battlefield to watch, her eyes filled more with hatred. The Inferno had a cruel way of training the young. If you made.it through training it was. Admeta and her three littermates were sent to the worst. Tbey were of royal blood. After a year of daily gruelling training they were pitted against each other. Chase your competition out and rule the pack. The entire pack was watching as Admeta was nearly killed. But she pulled out. Staring at her sister as she made a run for the trees, her brother having run before they even started to find a better home. Crowned as heiress of the pack she plotted for battle with her parents until they let her take over, impressed with her mind. They let her take over at the age of two. Early it was. But her battle plan took another year of intenses training and planning.
The day came and it was night. Thunder seemed to not know how cheesy it made the atmosphere but Meta was determined. By now she had a family, her mate supposrtive of it. Under the cloak of night they set out. A shadow here and there revealed a wall of dark Titans lined before them. They knew. They had a spy in their hands. Or maybe a traitor? Her brother. He stood at the front of the wall of dark bodies. She knew the eyes anywhere. Standing a distnace from the pack they waited. Sibling against sibling in the ultimate last battle. He gave the first command to attack. Both packs racing toward one another in a thunder of paws on soaked earth the lightning in the inky sky lit the horror scene as tbey met. Snarls yelps and barks echoed through the air. Mournful howls sounded from both sides in intervals. Soon it was her against her brother. The packs seemed to stop to watch as she launched at him. Falling and tumbling on the soaked dirt they fought. Teeth and eyes glinted in the lightning lit sky. Small but deadly. Her small body let her slip out if his grasp and strike. She knew brute force would only tire one out. Holding her brother in a ruthless grasp he reluctantly called for retreat. The remaining members of his pack and he vanished.
Why did she leave? Well it may have been after her pups and mate were killed when they stayed back with a few others at camp. Little did she know the reason there seemed few at the battlefront was because a large number of the Blackheart were at her camp. Chasing off the guards and slaughtering her family she left the moment she discovered it. She blames herself and tries to focus on the fact their death was avenged by the defeat of the Blackheart. It has all come together to shape a strong female with her life focused on loyalty to the pack.

a n d - w h o - a r e - t h e y ? ;; It may be a challenge for her to allow herself another family. But she wants it. Boy does she. But she is on the search for one that is strongly built to defend the family in case of another crisis and would pass on streblngth to the young. As for friends and family, her friends are more allies in her mind so far but hopefully the whole pack. Family as seen in her bio are pretty well gone. Watch for a return of her brother to one of these packs or as a rogue.

a n y t h i n g - e l s e ? ;; No.

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"My thoughts are stars I can't quite fathom into constellations."



n a m e ;
My name is L'Esprit Aimée, but you may call me Aimée. No one has called me L'Esprit since my mother died. My name is pronounced "lespri ah-mee," and it means "the beloved spirit." My mother named me this after months of trying to get pregnant and finally I was born. I was the only pup in my litter, and after I was born my parents stopped trying. Since I was her one and only pup, my parents agreed that my name should mean something special. If I remember correctly, I was named after my father's mother.

a g e ;
I don't strongly believe in asking any wolf of their age, especially a fae. I find it disrespectful, but if you must know, I am nearly four years old.

g e n d e r ;
I think by now you know that I am a fae. If not, you know now. Call me as you please, a female, fae, wolf être, wolfe.

p h y s i c a l ;
My pelt is thin but long. It tangles easily and requires me to groom it frequently but I manage to keep it beautiful. There is a tuft of fur at the base of my tail that is always forgotten or missed and sticks up in odd places. My coat is a snowy white, and greatly resembles the frozen powder. My back left paw had a splash of white, as if a dip of sin on a pure creature, though I am far from pure. When I was a pup my eyes were green, an emerald and mossy green that I took from my father with a few flecks of gold from my mother. After my accident caused me to go blind, however, my eyes have faded. They are now a pale and ghostly white with a few flecks of green and a infitisimal fleck or two of tiny, shimmering gold. Or so I've been told. My nose is a deep obsidian black, and my paws are a faded gray, rough from use. I am of average height and weight. My ears are rounded and soft, and I am over-all an average wolf.

p l a c e ;
I am proud to say that I am the wunjo of this pack as my mother once was. She taught me everything I needed to know to acquire my rank and I trained most of my life for the position.



p e r s o n a l i t y ;
I can be quite a mysterious fae. To a general anyone I am very quiet. Reserved, unspoken, whist and often unexpressed. I speak rarely around my pack members, and mind my own business. My maternal instincts are high, and this is why I am a wunjo. I find it hard to resist helping others at times, even if they are enemies. This is what I call my harmatia, or fatal flaw. I have been driven to help since I was a young wolfe, a characteristic I take from my mother. I am the type of wolfe that believes family consists of the wolves you love, and not the wolves that share your blood. My opinions are strong, though I do not speak them often and I am open to changes. I like to admire the world, and try my best to find beauty in everything, even the smallest of objects. I don't see a point to this crazy thing we call life, but since we all have a piece of it I believe that we should enjoy it and have fun. I am a bit of a romantic, and I enjoy flirting from time to time. Mostly I flirt for fun, as it is very light-hearted. I believe that touch is one of the most powerful senses and I am quite touchy. I am not touchy in the emotional sense, but the physical. For example, instead of thanking a wolf with words I might touch my nose to her shoulder. This is how others see me on the outside though, on the inside I am quite different. Although I require to be taken out of my shell, it does not take some heroic deed to get me out, just some personal time.

h i s t o r y ;
As I said before, my mother and father tried for many seasons to conceive a litter. At last Icame along, though I was the only pup in my litter. After I was born my mother's health declined and they never tried again. My parents loved me, and our relationships were strong. When I was only about three months old I ventured too far from the camp. I had found a grasshopper, and being a curious pup I followed it. I went after the insect for quite a while. Lost in a wonderful new world, I did not realize the danger of my position. I had found a snake, a very toxic one. Having never seen the legless creature before I wanted to play with it. The snake was very aggressive, and bit me near my eye. My screams were heard by a hunter, who picked me up in his maw and ran me all the way to camp. I was lucky the hunter had heard me, and I was lucky my mother was a wunjo. She gave me a herb that stopped the venom, though it was not powerful enough to heal the damage that was already done. The snake had blinded me, and I was to never see again. Over the months my green eyes faded to a ghostly and ghastly pale blue, and the hunter who saved me became my best friend. His name was Koda. He was a year and a half older than me, but we were as close as litter mates. I loves him like a brother, but once I was old enough my father decided we would be mates. I didn't love him like a mate, but he was agreeable and we got along remarkably well. We had our first and only litter shortly after. A male and a female were born, though only the male survived the night. We named him Atticus. Some months later, a loner wandered into the area. Hurt and disorientated I healed her secretly, and Koda was made to hunt for her. The two fell in love. Seeing him so happy with her I begged Koda to take her as his mate. The loner insisted she was not fit for pack life though, and would not join the pack. Frustrated, I told Koda to leave with her. He did, and I raised our son alone. We were close and loved each other tremendously, but he needed his father. Once he was old enough Atticus too left me to find his father. I don't doubt that Atticus succeeded and I am sure that Koda and his mate had pups of their own. Despite missing my best friend and son I recovered remarkably and do not hang onto the past. My father died not too long ago, of old age. He passed peacefully in his sleep, as did my mother shortly after. I now heal for my pack.



i n s i d e t h e s h e l l ;
I told you earlier that I am a different wolf once you get to know me. While strangers see me as a quiet and reserved wolf, I actually love speaking my mind. I often say whatever first comes into my mind. I often ramble and talk for long periods of time, as thoughts constantly chase and dance through my mind. I can also be very poetic, quoting sayings that many generations above me spoke and passed down throughout the years. I spend a great deal of thinking and coming up with new thoughts and theories. I am a flirt, with friends and strangers, although with brutes I actually take a liking to I tend to be more playful and feisty with my antics. I am into romance yes, but I do not believe in seeking out love. I adore to have fun. Racing, swimming, wrestling, all of it. I can be as playful as a pup in a full moon's light if I'm with the right wolf. I like to joke, and sarcasm is one of my most fluent languages.

e n j o y m e n t s ;
I enjoy many things, mostly including those in nature. I love fall and the cold, breezes, snow and rain. Of course I love pups and helping and healing others. I enjoy games and fun and jokes.

d i s l i k e s ;
Being a wunjo I don't like fights or fighting. Due to my history I don't like snakes or many dangerous things. I don't like the heat of summer, nor wolves who deem superiority through age or gender.



c r u s h ;
Like I said, I don't really go looking for love. My mate left me, though I never loved him as a mate. I cannot say that I know how love feels, but I yearn to have it. I long for a brute who sleeps soundly, his pelt against mine in the dark of the night.

i n t e r e s t s ;
I keep my eyes on all of the wolves in the pack. The brutes at least. Some do interest me, if only a little.

q u o t e s ;
"My thoughts are stars I can't quite fathom into constellations."
"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in our selves."
"That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt."
"My mind is an endless set of catacombs, and I, good sir, do not have the map."

username;; gigithepug

On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then the saint turned out so evil
I don't know why i'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero
Even though you've lost your mind

two years and three months;; female;; thurisaz;; Camelot's;;
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"Oh, hello there, the name's Khadijah, pronounced kuh-dee-jah. Originally, the name belonged to my grandmother, but my father had passed down the name onto me, and I take great pride in being able to wear the name of my grandmother. Throughout my lifetime I have been called many things, but the nicknames I'm most used to are Dija or Khaddie, but I'd appriciate it if you call me Khadijah. I have been stalking this strange and mysterious world for two years and three months. Young, I know. I'm most certainly positive I am a female, not a male. Yes. I had always wanted to be a thurisaz, ever since I was a pup. But I wasn't the only one. A pup from my old pack wanted the rank as well. We always fought and argue over the rank even though it wasn't time for us, yet. But once the massacre struck, explained in my history, none of us got it, until I met Camelot's pack."

With a small, lithe frame, this female might be mistaken as a eihwaz, or maybe even a jera. But her built helps her in manys, in one, hunting. Her built helps her to be quick and agile, which is great for hunting, and with swift movements, she could run through the forest without an animal's senses triggering off like a radar. Strength is one as well. Believe it or not, Khadijah is very strong for her size, but not enough to become a gebo. Though, she has a high enough strength to defend herself in a battle against a wolf tring to kill her, or a war between her pack and another pack. With the words I'm using to describe Khadijah's frame and built, you might imagine a tiny, little wolf that is so small, you might mistaken her for a fox of some sort. But, no, she isn't that diminutive. Her height is quite normal like any other fae, and her weight too. She does too have some muscles packed on her, just not as much that you would find on a well fit and expierenced gebo or even a fehu.

The coat this female be holds is sleek and thin. Smooth and shiny, her coat appears to be everyday groomed and licked into shape. But it really isn't. It's cleaning time occurs once every week and when it's been a very dirty, muddy day. Being a female, it's surprising she only cleans her fur every-so-often and only on special occasions, I guess this is why she was born with a type of pelt like hers. But don't think her pelt is perfect everyday without any bad-fur-days or bedfur. Somedays, her fur might be tangled up in a bunch of knots that are a pain to pull out, or it might be all frizzed up that it looks like electricty took place.

Her pelt is a color that's very unique but common to some. A layer of creamy fawn is layed into place with a few darker areas the color of a light mocha brown or an amlond brown. Some patches of fur are tinted a dark beige with a few shades of dirty white, like her underside. Atop of her creamy fur is a light speckle of black and white, and no, not like a zebra. The two colors go together in flow that mixes well together, and doesn't make them appear to be zig-zags. Complemening her beautiful fur are pair of golden-brown eyes that seem as warm as a cup of hot chocolate on a chilly winter night. Her eyes are deep brown with a golden-amber trim that suits it's owner.

"I may be a bit different from others, but I like the way I am. Mature, intelligent, selfless and trustworthy, that's who I am. By the age of a year, I was alone and left to fend for myself, my family and my birthpack were gone, there was no one left for me to look up to for protection. So, I was forced to grow up quicker than most, making me act older than my actual age; mature. Let's say there was a group of pups, instead of playing with them and joking around, I would act like an elder and tell them stories of my life, even though I'm young and haven't had much expierence. Even though I was left alone at a young age, with some training, I had learned some of my skills from my mistakes. For example, I had learned most of my hunting skills from my old mentor from my pack, but, on my first try in the woods, instead of camp, it was pretty, difficult. While I was hunting I would step on a twig or two, by accident, and there went off my dinner. But from my mistake, I learned: Don't step on twigs! When I'm hunting or fighting I strategize my methods quickly and throughly, and I'm instantly ready. My brain acts quickly in most situations, and I make sure I have a plan or at least think about it throughly, first. When I was packless and I should have been worring for myself, I was and still can be very selfless at times. For instance, when I saw a poor starved wolf, with his thin ribs poping out, I would generously give them a piece of my prey to fill him up a bit. But since I'm in a pack, I don't do that no more, instead, I won't start eating until the whole pack's hunger is filled completely. And last, but not least: When I was packless, I shouldn't have really trusted anyone, or be trusted, but being myself, I just wasn't like that. Easily, I can be trusted for anything, but I prefer to earn the wolf's trust first and wait for someone to accept my trust when they are ready. And that is me.

More about me, I fear the most water, long story, then there are those creepy, crawly butterflies and the loud, booming thunder. I like, no love, silent walks alone, so peaceful, then sunbathing on a nice warm rock, also when the sun sets on the indigo sky, the fresh smell of grass and blossomed flowers, and last, gazing up at the star speckled night sky. I dislike, because hate is a strong word, coming into contact with water, not a little drop just deep waters, thunder storms, tall grass that itches me, scavenging foxes, and when a wolf is displeased and disappointed in me. Some of my strengths are my swift movements, fast thinking intelligence and my strategized battle moves. Lastly, some of my weaknesses are my disability to swim, espiecally in deep waters, my clumsiness, bumping into trees are very highly for me, and sometimes my generousity and easily trusting wolves, because they could just be some phonies who are only using me."

Two very proud parents had high pride in their litter of four pups; three males and one female. The eldest of the litter, by seven minutes, was their daughter, Khadijah. In order from eldest to youngest, the pups that were born next was Tahkeome, Inteaus, then lastly Liwandu. The pups were very healthy and in appropriate weight, recalled the healer. Once weaned, the pups were allowed to meet the pack and it's wolves, proudly, their parents had led them through the thick forest and into the camp. All the wolves were so joyful and filled with bliss to see some new pups since two years. As they were growing up, their parents were put to the duty of training them, their mother was a swift, skillful hunter, so she was in charge of the hunting training, as for their father, he was a strong, well expierenced fighter, so he was in charge of the fighting part. They had learned alot from the two, but didn't finish fully. By the age of one year, their rival pack that has been invading their territory, stealing their prey, and causing brutal fights for years, had finally prepared themselves greatly this year, for their horrible combat. They had slaughtered everyone, but one wolf. Khadijah. How? Because as the great war between the packs occured, Khadijah was at a distant lake, admiring the golden fishes' ability to swim. She was alone and left to fend for herself, her family and her birthpack were gone, there was no one left for her to look up to for protection. Throughout her year of lonesome, Khadijah had taught herself the remaining training lessons her parents were unable to finish. Day after day, she endlessly tried to find a pack to take her under her wing, but found none. One day, as her despair in finding a pack was so low, she was on the border line of giving up, she found that one pack that was willing to let her in. Camelot's pack.

"Yes, I had a family. There was my mother, Istas, my father, Kangee, and my three brothers, Liwandu, Tahkeome, and Inteaus. But the whole family, but me, obviously, has left this unique world and passed away. As for my lovelife, at this very moment, no. No brute has really caught my attention to have a crush on, or become mates with. But eventually my heart would open to that "special wolf" and I would be happy with that brute."

"That I know of? No, nothing for now."

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