||Consumed By The Shadows|| {Accepting}

[Shep]

{ she-wolf }~{ single }~{ six and a half }

{ My name is Marble. Do you have any nicknames for me? I'd be glad to take them in. But I'd prefer if you just called me by my real name, please. }

{ I'm a stubborn girl. Harsh and feisty at first. Always judged as a brutal fae. Only some managed to actually patiently try to crack my hard shell. Some actually did. At first, I'm like almost any other she-wolf. I don't talk, I'm stubborn, and it takes a while for me to open up. But once you get to know me, I'm a humorous girl, always up for having some fun. I'm not necessarily a troublemaker, but I do like to have a good laugh. I tend to have a real soft spot for pups, which causes me to act a bit more playful and sweet towards others. }

{ I used to be the mate of the alpha male in my previous pack. His name was Totem, and we raised a litter together. A year later though, I was on a hunt with the hunters. We returned with a fawn, and I was immediately given news my mate was killed by a pair of bears, most likely a couple. They told me three other wolves died, both betas and a pup. The pup was snatched by the mother bear, while the father was on a rampage and on a mini killing spree. I mourned, and slept with my mate's carcass for three days. After that, my pack told me they had to bury Totem somewhere or the scent of blood and death would bring predators and scavengers. I had been so curt towards my pack after the incident, that I felt guilty enough to actually abandon them. I'd chosen the beta male and his mate, and that happened to be Black. Believe me, that was his name. He was the lead fighter of the pack, and that was why I chose him. Black's mate was Rose, a slim, white female. She was a hunter. I abandoned my pack soon after, my friends, my pups. Luckily Rose and Black took them in as their own. But I found this pack. So here I am now, I guess. }

{ I'm a hunter of the Paradise Falls pack. I like my rank, I get to actually do something instead of bossing others around. }

{ I have a teeny crush on Titanium, but why would the alpha waste time on a plain old hunter like me? I mean, really... I don't have a mate, but I hope to have a mate sometime in the future, as well as pups. I adore pups, and I actually think they're kinda cute. That- that doesn't mean I fall easily for brutes.}

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[Wifflebee]

Name ➳ Scarlet Red }
"No, Red."
Nickname ➳ Ruby }
"Uh-hu. Right. I prefer Red."
Gender ➳ Female }
"Not like I'm standing right here or anything, right?"
Age ➳ 4 }
"Yeah, still young."
Pack ➳ Hollow's End }
Rank ➳ Hunter }
Description of Appearence ➳ Red is made up of several cascading shades of darker grey and blacks. The lighter markings seen in the pictures are a dull tan. Her eyes are a deep brown, very close to a shade of blood red when the light hits them precisely, which is the reason for her name, Scarlet Red. Her build is very lean and thin, and mainly made up of muscle and tough bone. Her legs are a bit longer and thinner than normal, as both her mother and father were long legged wolves, but not too noticeable. Her fur is moderately soft, though some say it gains the texture of a newly shed rabbit at the change of the seasons. }
"Nothing too pretty. I'd like to change a few things about myself, of course."


Personality ➳ Red is a complex fae. She has many sides, and most, you probably won't get to see in your lifetime. When Red is introduced to someone new, she won't open up right away, and will sometimes respond slightly rudely. She doesn't exactly mean to, it's reflex, or habit, of hers. She will automatically lock you out to save her the trouble later, and though she won't admit it, to protect herself. She is deathly afraid of having her heart broken.
However, when it comes to brutes, she can be quite the charmer, but only to an extent. She likes to flirt, but won't let it get anything past playful and light hearted.
On a good day, Red will be relatively mutual to anyone she meets and you might get away without being snapped at. Yes, it is possible, and luck for you, happens quite frequently on warmer days when the skies are blue and the world feels alive.
If by some miraculous miracle you do break through her shell, you will discover a diamond. Sure, it might be in the rough, but all it really needs is a good polish. }
"Yeah, believe it or not, I can be a good person, but let's get a few things straight; I am no one's toy, and I'm not stupid. I am a what-you-see is what-you-get kind of fae and won't be changed. I am not one to trifle with, and I know a liar when I see one, so watch it. Just remember those simple things, and we'll get along just fine."
Background ➳ Nothing too interesting, really. She was born into the Pack to a surprisingly small litter of only two. She's always grown up with a love for fighting, and strives to please her cold-hearted father. Her mother doesn't seem to understand her anxiety when it comes to being perfect around him, but then again, he treats her like glass and keeps her under his constant watch, showered with love and praise. Honestly, she's slightly jealous of her mother. She has a strong, loving mate, and he makes sure she knows it, while his own daughter is convinced she messes everything up and is hated. }
Strengths ➳ Fighting is a definite strength, as it was a favorite activity of hers growing up. It was really the only thing she and her father agreed on he taught her well. She is also quite the fast runner given her sleek build and long legs. }
"Hm... Yeah, sounds about right, actually."
Weakness ➳ Hunting. Don't get me wrong, she's fine, but you won't find her out stalking a whole herd of elk alone. No, it's not really the best job for her.
Another weakness isn't really a physical one, but mental. Being quite the flirtatious fae, Red falls in love easily. Of course, she usually manages to force the feelings away as soon as they begin to present themselves a problem. She isn't exactly sure why she is so guarded, but not enough to let her iron shield down. Not yet, anyway... }
"Ha! Yeah, no. Leave the hunting for the hunters. The rest... Errr..."
Scent ➳ Most wolves describe her scent as newly fallen rain mixed with a strong presence of rose. }
"That sounds a bit stalkerish, don't ya think?"
Kin ➳ Red had a brother, but he left. }
"Yeah. Not really sure how long it's been since I've seen him. His name was Falcor. To be honest, I miss him."
Crush ➳ Maybe! Impress her. :] }
"Yeah, good luck with that."
Mate ➳ Again, you can try to impress her, but good luck. ;] }







❧ Username: She-Hound
❧ Name: Bee
"Yes, like the bug. Haha, don't worry, I don't sting! My mother named me Bee after the golden honey colored fur I was born with. It's obviously lightened up since, but most say I still live up to my title..."
❧ Nickname: Honey Bee
"I prefer Bee, but people do still call me Honey Bee. It's one I've adopted as a child, and can't seem to shake. It's fine, though."
❧ Gender: Female
"...Well thanks."
❧ Age: 4
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❧ Personality: Bee is just like your average fae, but slightly more eccentric... Having grown up with three brothers, Bee has learned to be quick on her paws, alert, and fast. Due to this, she tends to be jumpy, a bit too quick to react, and slightly hyper active. Despite all of that, she does know how to control herself and has quite the poker face when she needs it, - not that she would ever lie, of course!
Believe it or not, she does have a dark side. Well, I don't even know if you could call it dark, really... Extreme stubbornness and a tendency for trouble is a better name for it.
Wherever Bee goes, mischief follows, and heaven help whoever gets mixed in with it. She never means for anything bad to happen, it just kind of... does. Her closest brother, Thistle used to claim that she was a black cat in disguise. If he was still around, there is no doubt he would still stick to that accusation, as he was almost always the one to be blamed for her incidents.
Not to mention she's as stubborn as an old mule and isn't afraid to admit it. When she has her heart set on something, good luck deterring this feisty fae's mind set.
"Hey, I don't just mess things up- I do it with finesse, okay? Besides, it runs in the family!"
❧ Family History: Bee was born into a healthy litter belonging to the Hollow's End Pack and has been a faithful, optimistic member ever since. Her father, Daughry, was a warrior, and her mother, Vineta, lead healer. Obviously, how they met is no mystery.
Growing up with three other brothers, Daughry earned his fair share of scars and injuries, and for each one, was sent to the healer's den. To tell you the truth, sometimes, he would even provoke fights simply to give him an excuse to go to the healer about his injuries to see the lovely Vineta.
Eventually, the two fell in love and Daughry asked her to be his mate. To his surprise, she said no. However, she explained that if they truly loved each other, why rush? So, Daughry continued to love, protect, and fawn over Vineta for years, until finally, after three years, he asked her again. This time, her face lit up, a wide grin appeared on her muzzle, and she exclaimed, "Well, it took you long enough!"
Vineta was then born into a healthy litter of four months later and immediately took interest in the art of healing at a very young age, inspired by her mother's incredible ability to work such "magic," as she called it. However, she also watched carefully as her father instructed her three brothers on the art of combat, and learned quite a few things from him as well.
"Haha, right... Growing up with three brothers was rough, but I'm proud to say I can pin any one of them, any day."
❧ Crush: Impress her!
"...Sure..."
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❧ Father: Daughry
"Ladies and gentlemen, that is where I got my troublesome curse from! Haha!"
❧ Mother: Vineta
"Ah yes, the inspiration for what I dream of doing. I've never seen a prettier wolf..."
❧ Mate: Impress her!
"Err, when I find the right male, I suppose... But I'd like to take things slow for awhile first."
❧ Pups: None
"Ha, well... Eventually, yes, I'd love some pups of my own, when I find the right guy..."
❧ Pack: Hollow's end
"I was born into the Hollow's End Pack and haven't had a problem with anyone ever since! It's my home, my family, my everything. I'll always remain loyal."
❧ Rank: Omega
"Yeah, not the best rank... I'd rather be some kind of healer, but it will do."



[ I hope it's okay if I use my own form. My cousin will be joining soon, as well. ]

[Gvvdgrief]

{That's completely fine c= You both have been added.}

[.ｖｉｘｅｎ]

Name↠ Ragnar
Yes, I know it is an odd name you have not heard of before. However, this does not matter to me, for I do not care about what you think.

Age↠ 5 years old
I am a full grown adult. That is all you really need to know.

Gender↠ Brute
I am a Brute, certainly not a fae.

Pack↠ Hollows End
I entered this pack a few years back after an elder brought me in.

Rank↠Hunter
I am a skilled Hunter. I can hunt anything you'd like.

Personality/History↠ Ragnar is a tough wolf who has seen a lot in his five years. Many say that before the war, he could make even the saddest person give him a smile, that his comedic personality could brighten anyones sour mood. However, when he was put into a battle against a rivaling pack, the bloodshed turned his heart cold. No longer did he tell jokes, but he would scorn those that made them during the war period.

After the wars were over, Ragnar went on with his life, and met a fae. She was so beautiful and brought out the best in him.

{Ragnar and Charlotte}

His friends said that only she could make him joke again, and only she was able to break his cold heart, and spread his love again. They were to become mates before a spring attack from rouge wolves. It was during the night, the pack came whilst he was out watching the borders. When he heard the howls, fear struck his heart and he ran to his beloved Charlotte [future mate] whom was sleeping in their den. He reached her too late, one of the rouge males had torn her apart and left her in front of the den whimpering until she drew her last breath.
Years later, after Ragnar had left the pack, he hunted the one who killed his mate and did the same to him. Now, everyone says that Ragnar is sheltered from love in a way. He has locked all this inside and sworn never to love again. Fate says differently, He needs someone to protect, it is his nature. He met Red when he entered this pack and has hunted with her since. They are very good friends, and that is all they are. She is like a sister to him. Nothing else.
My life is my business. Butt out.

Crush↠ No one has caught his eye.
Don't have one now, won't have one ever.

Mate↠ None, he is mateless.
Not anymore.

[Wifflebee]

[ I hope you don't mind, I've added one more character to the post with Red's form. ]

[Gvvdgrief]

{ That's completely fine c= All of the wolves have been added. Would everyone like to begin?}

[cjr095]

(I'm game! Yesh I've been lurking for like, three days. I am committed.)

[Massie Block.]

YES!!!!}

[Wifflebee]

[ Yep! ^^ ]

[Gvvdgrief]

{Awesome! Please tell me if I have missed any characters c=}

Titanium:

The large, masculine brute lay in the large alpha den. He never realized how big it was, not until his mate's death. He had been thinking about her for days, her perfect fur and her stunning personality. It was hard to forget her. His head lay upon his paws, and he pushed the thoughts reluctantly away, his eyelids gradually closing. As if his dead mate was still there, he smiled, looked to his right side and wished her-or at least the air- goodnight.

~

Taytrax:

She growled, the scratchy tone filling the air around her as she stalked her young prey. It was a three-legged fawn, struggling to stay alive. It was being tortured. She could put it out of its misery and provide herself with lots of food. "Thank you." She whispered, lunging and grabbing a hold of the fawn's flanks. She growled and immediately went for the neck. She didn't want to put it in more pain, she just wanted to end its misery. Well, and get herself a meal. She climbed farther up, biting harshly at its neck.

~

Destiny's Hope:

The jet black Alpha Fae rolled lazily to her back. She parted her lips to release her tongue, watching the world from the upside-down view. Destiny found these things interesting. She really didn't know why, they just. . . Amused her. She rolled to her side, concealing her tongue inside of her mouth once more, watching and scenting for any new wolves. Her pack wasn't very big.