|| Freedom and Hope || WolfRP || Accepting ||

[violeta.]

(( Alright, thank you! And friendly Bump ))

[Tiger Wolf]

{I've only got about 30 minutes on the computer so, we may as well start role playing :3 }

[violeta.]

(( Okay :3 ))

[Tiger Wolf]

Fail Post.....

[violeta.]

Kiara

She hated this. She truely, deeply hated this. She just hated it.
Releasing the stubborn sigh from her lips, she stepped forward, paws digging into the soft soil of the Earth. "Here goes nothing." And she stepped forward into the clearing of the field, ready to look for a quick meal.

Fate

The male was quiet, watching in silence as he licked his lips patiently. What to do, what to do. "Maybe I should.. No, that wouldn't be good... What about-" the thoughts bantered within his head before the brute sighed, falling from his paws to the ground, indecision taking him over.

(( Sorry, on my iPod and can't think straight DX ))

[Tiger Wolf]

{Okay, Im going onto my ipod now so i can sit in bed.}

[violeta.]

(( okay :3 ))

[Tiger Wolf]

Proton
He looked to the sky and arose from the spot he padded into the forest in search for his sister, she was probably getting into trouble as usual

[violeta.]

Kiara

Kiara was slow to step forward, biting her lip as she sniffed the air for a scent. Growling quietly, she shook her head. 'What am I doing, I'm not even all that hungry. Besides, I'm only good at the chase, no used wasting my energy when I can wait until I have someone to hunt with..' Releasing a short sigh, Kiara's quick paws led her away, maybe to something else to do or discover

Fate

Fate's quiet breathing had soon become his focus as he slowly watched the breeze pushing the small leaves of the brush a few meters away. Maybe a nap was what he needed.

[~Marcie~]

Jacqueline The Fierce

Name
My name is Jacqueline. It is nothing special.

Nickname
Call me Jackie.

Gender
I am definitely a fae, female, or what ever name suits you best.

Age
I don't know what this is about "seasons" for a wolf. I am 1 1/2 years old.

Detailed Description Of Outer Looks
I have a British Columbian wolf kind of look, with my deeeeeep brown coat that looks almost black at first glance. It does have some black in it and with patches of dark dark brown here and there. My eyes ((like I can see them)) are the same wolf- yellow most have, and its the only thing you see if you look at me from far away because my fur blends in with everything else. I have paws larger than ever, and my parents used to tell me I'd become an alpha wolf someday because of that. You look at me now; that hasn't happened.

Rank
As I've said, I'm nothing special. The urge to be an alpha runs through my veins, but I chose to be a huntress.

History
I was born in a pack, one larger than thirty wolves in our territory, and my parents were the alphas. At first glance of me, after I'd been first born, mother told me I was destined to be the alpha of the pack when their days ended. My siblings were all male, and making up eight if them exactly, they had every advantage to pick on me for my smaller size and to steal my food from my paws before I had a chance to inhaul the delicious scent. Being a larger pack than most wild wolves would be in, there were advantages: we could take down more than one of a certain type of prey that would take much more strength than a single wolf could handle. We were also a strong pack, able to scare off other scavenging packs and were possibly the most successful in our territory. But there were also disadvantages. The large number of wolves meant a larger food supply, and after many seasons the population of caribou and bison that we could take down reduced. There were rabbits and squirrels we could first on, but those soon became extinct in our territory. To add to the starving and highly vulnerable wolves of our pack, humans became rather curious about the so called "super pack" that occupied the mountain ranges and forests. They brought guns and the traditional hunting methods(bows and arrows) as well. We became cornered after all of these humans invaded our habitat and soon only my mother, my father, one of my brothers, and I were left standing. I was the only one that survived. But that was because my family sent me downstream of the major river in our territory. I thought I was dead, but I woke up in an unfamiliar place: your pack. I would survive, and I would be known as the last of my pack.

Personality
I am a ferocious little wolf, with a hint of bossyness and an alpha attitude running through my veins. I carry the baggage of my past on my shoulders, and it fills me with sorrow to talk about it. I have a natural huntress attitude along with the alpha thingie, and a dash of protective/motherly instincts, you could say, added to the recipe. I tend to hate the center of attention, but I am no lone wolf.

Do You Love Someone?
No, but I hope to find someone to become my mate someday.

Crushes
I hope so soon.

Pups
Not likely, since the alpha is the only one allowed in a realistic wolf pack.

Mate
Someday...

Other
Nope.