T h e • H u n t e d {Wolf Rp} Open & Accepting

[Valor]

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"Better to fight for something than live for nothing."

For you; Keith Urban

And I wonder, would I give my life
Could I make that sacrifice
If it came down to it
Could I take the bullet, I would
Yes I would, for you

Maybe you don’t understand
I don’t understand it all myself
But there’s a brother on my left and another on my right
And in his pocket just like mine
He’s got a photograph
And they’re waiting for him back home
It’s weighing on my mind
I’m not trying to be a hero
I don’t wanna die
But right now in this moment, you don’t think twice

I wonder, would I give my life
Could I make that sacrifice
If it came down to it
Could I take the bullet, I would
Yes I would

You don’t think about right
You don’t think about wrong
You just do what you gotta do, to defend your own
I’d do the same
For you
Yes I would

I would give my life
I would make that sacrifice
Cause if it came down to it
Could I take a bullet
For you
Yes I would

I’d do it for you

➸There is a look of innocence that is always present on this females' face but in fact there is nothing innocent about this fae. The name Feather is simple enough. It's not a common name for many to have but it has been heard by many but the reason she had been called by Feather is something you would describe as unique but you will find out that reason later. There is not really any nicknames that Feather goes by but if you are creative to come up with one, good for you. Feather is a Fighter for her pack which is something she takes a lot of pride in. What is a better way to show your loyalty than by protecting your pack from threats? As of right now, Feather is three years old. Some will say that she is still young and you can tell her this but she will simply choose to ignore you. If you werent able to guess already, Feather is in fact a female.

➸Feather's personality isn't too complicated. You can look at this female and quickly read who she is and what she's all about. The first thing that you will come to find out is that Feather doesn't speak much. It's not that she is shy or anything, she is just not the type of wolf to go and talk about anything and everything. If she has a question or is sent out to fetch another wolf, then she will. You'll have to be the one to start up the conversation if you want to get her to talk. The second thing you'll notice is that though Feather doesn't speak much, she loves her pack and will do anything for it even if it meant risking her own life. She's loyal to her pack to the core. The thought about leaving or betraying her pack to help her own self out never crosses her mind. The last big thing that surrounds Feather is her courage. She's learned that if you want to survive in life, you're going to have to fight. She carries this idea to the pack. If she wants the pack to survive, she's going to have to fight for it which is why she had decided to join as a fighter.

➸Feather had never belonged to a pack her whole life until she had come across Avalanche Pack. The female did not remember much of her past with her mother, father, sisters, and brothers, but something that she had remembered and has carried with her ever since was the feeling of the sharp pang of hunger. Not once had her stomach ever been full during her time as a longer with the rest of her family. Feather could tell quickly that something was wrong when her mother or father would come home with nothing in their mouths and the signs of starvation started to appear as the ribs started to show. It had not only been Feather in the litter, but there were five other puppies that her mother had to feed and as the food became hard to come by, she had started to not be able to produce milk. Mother nature quickly took the weak but Feather wasn't one to give in so willingly. When she was hungry, she would dig up roots and eat them instead to keep her strength up. When she was one years old, both her parents had passed away as starvation finally took them along with the rest of her brothers and sisters. Feather quickly left her deceased family knowing well that she no longer had a life with them unless she too, wanted to die. Once Feather was on her own, she quickly became a scavenger and though it isn't something a wolf should do, she would rather fight for her life than give up. Through scavaging, Feather had been able to stay alive and soon she came into contact with Avalanche Pack and decided to abondoned her life as a loner and instead, become a pack member.

➸Now I bet you're wondering why out of all the names her mother could of possibly thought of, she had been named Feather. That's an easy answer. You see Feather is a long legged female, enabling her to cover large amounts of ground within a few bounds because of her long legs and as she runs, it's as if she's floating over the ground as if she were a feather, never really touching the ground. When she is running, or walking for that matter, she moves with hardly a sound. Her coat is that of a light cream color, seeming oranges in certain spots like along the top of her snout and on and around her ears. Her eyes are a lite and warm golden yellow with a thick black ring encircling them which adds to the innocent look she has. Moving past her head, you'll see that the creamy color fades to mixes of white, black, and grey that runs all the way along her back and down her tail but look closely and you'll see that the cream coloring is still there but faded. Her underside and sides of her body is the cream coloring but that cream color turns more whiteish as it reaches her stomach. When it comes to build, Feather is not the biggest nor bulkiest of the Fighters, but she is defiantly one of the taller wolves and faster wolves due to her long legs. She's wiry and lithe in form, but don't let that fool you for if you run into her, you'll find she is solid muscle. If you are someone who looks even closer to Feather, you'll see that she carries quite a few scars from past battles and her life as a loner before she had joined the pack.

➸As of right now, Feather does not have a mate or a crush at the moment. To her, she just wants to make sure the pack will survive the upcoming winter as there are still a fairly small pack. She wants to make sure that the pack is safe before she considers the possibility of having a mate. In time however, she would like to settle down and have puppies but that is most likely a long way off.

Other: Avalanche or Souless

[Cakewalk]

{Finished the female.}

[lokison]

((Talin = Okay and accepted))

(Cometlight = accepted))

((Valor = accepted))

EDIT: ((We May Begin!))

[kintsugi.]

{ Finished. }

✶ Name - Bruno

✶ Nickname - Bru

✶ Age - Four Years and Three Months

✶ Sex - Brute

✶ Primary Pelt Color - Faded Ebony Black

✶ Secondary Pelt Color - Stormy Silver

✶ Eye Color - Sapphire Blue

✶ Scars - Left Side of Muzzle

✶ Birthmarks - None

Every day seems the same to me. I sit around and think about how alone I feel, then I wind up rather enjoying loneliness because it’s the comfort of being sad. Sometimes it feels so right, and sometimes I’d like to be around no one for ten straight years. But I know this feeling can’t bring me places, and I know I’m losing lots of ground, but to keep up means to get up. And why does it have to be the world keeps on changing while I just stay the same? I feel like being down doesn't mean enough to anyone anymore, and I guess the world has made emotion obsolete. And I don’t think I feel the same ’cause after all, who says what happy really means?

✶ Mother - River (Living)

✶ Father - Eli (Living)

✶ Grandmother - Ellie (Living)

✶ Grandfather - Alexander (Deceased)

✶ Sisters - Sasha and Melody (Both Deceased)

✶ Brothers - Alexander the Second (Living)

✶ Lover - None

✶ Ex-Lover - None

✶ Offspring - None

✶ Crush - None

✶ History - Lets Not Ask Such Private Questions.

You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. & when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise & selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything… affects everything. So please... Just stop. People have feelings. A lot of feelings. And so do you.

✶ Personality -

Very intelligent :: Bruno is no dud, he knows when he's right, and usually always is. His clever ways have made him a very big target for other wolves sense they think they can take advantage of him and get away with it. Oh how they were wrong. Oh, so wrong. He would rip them limp from limp if he could, but his alpha was always there looking down on him as if he was a threat to his pack. Good for the alpha, his theory didn't fall too far from the tree.

Cunning :: Most compare him to a hunters gun, he's always ready to snap back with a fiery comment and seems to never know when to shut his muzzle. He was punished many times as a pup for having a 'silver tongue'--Getting smart with the elders, hunters, and omega's wasn't the best idea he's ever had.

Bold :: He doesn't give a damn what rank you are, if you decide to get smart with one of his friends and think you're just going to walk away with a cheeky grin of satisfaction on your face, you're bloody wrong. Bruno will make you remember never to smart off to him, his friends, or anyone again. You won't have a choice really. The last wolf that got salty with one of his friends had his tongue ripped to shreds by no other than Bruno himself.

Immature :: Don't pretend you've never been there. Bruno doesn't act like a puppy, he acts like a smart-ass, and he's very good at it too. He always has to get the last word in before you finish your sentence, not to mention how arrogant he can be just to tick you off. Eh, it's all in good fun, he really just wants to see how much of him you can stand before blowing your top. He finds it amusing.

Mild :: Bruno can be a really sweetheart if you give him the chance, but by sweetheart, I don't mean a lick to the nose or a bright red rose. . . I mean "I just saved your life" kind of sweetheart. Bruno isn't really good with showing any other emotions if they're affectionate. So ladies, if you've got a crush on him, be patient.

✶ Rank Wanted - Beta Male/Any Given Rank

✶ Rank - N/A

✶ Pack Wanted - Avalanche

✶ Pack - Avalanche

✶ Likes - Snowfall, Icy Water, Earths' Beauty

✶ Dislikes - Your Face, Lots of Noise, Hot Weather

Do you ever get that feeling where you don’t want to talk to anybody? You don’t want to smile and you don’t want to fake being happy. But at the same time you don’t know exactly what’s wrong either. There isn't a way to explain it to someone who doesn't already understand. If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting and being along never was. At least when you’re alone no one will constantly ask you what is wrong and there isn't anyone who won’t take ‘I don’t know’ for an answer. You feel the way you do just because. You hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait.

a·lone
/əˈlōn/
Adjective
Having no one else present; on one's own.
Without others' help or participation; single-handed.
Synonyms
lone - single - lonely - lonesome - sole - solitary

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✶ Name - Zombie

✶ Nickname - Z

✶ Age - Five Years and Two Months

✶ Sex - Female

✶ Primary Pelt Color - White

✶ Secondary Pelt Color - White

✶ Eye Color - Ebony Black

✶ Scars - Hidden Under My Pelt

✶ Birthmarks - None

It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.

✶ Mother - Fragment (Deceased)

✶ Father - Neon (Deceased)

✶ Grandmother - Little Miss (Missy) (Deceased)

✶ Grandfather - Gunner (Deceased)

✶ Sisters - Violet, Velvet, and Victoria (All Deceased)

✶ Brothers - Streamer and Punk (Both Deceased)

✶ Lover - None

✶ Ex-Lover - None

✶ Offspring - None

✶ Crush - None

✶ History - Born into a litter of six, Zombie was the smallest, weakest, and most oddly-eyed pup of them all. Her mother and father tried their best to keep themselves and their pups fed and sheltered, but with little space and a scarce food supply, the chances of them surviving were grim. A year later, everyone but small, quiet, Zombie was left alive and breathing. What happened to the rest, you ask? I’ll tell you.

Violet—the first born and first to go—Was always too curious, she never listened when told, was always wondering too far from the den, and because of this she was snatched up, beaten, and killed by an older brute at the age of seven months. Zombie saw everything out of her ebony black eyes. Nothing was missed. Tears were shed heavily that day.

Velvet—the second and most violent death—was beautiful, purple-blue eyes, a flowing white coat, light gray flecks. She was out fishing one day when a herd of elk startled her, causing her to fall over into the river, her body was pulled under and thrown around rapidly. Even though her screams and cries could be heard all the way across the valley, no one came to help her, but instead came to watch her as her bones were broken and her fur was ripped out. Her crying soon died down, taking her with it. The last thing Velvet had seen before dying? Two cold, black eyes.

Victoria—the third and most stupid—walked differently, she carried herself with a sad feeling dragging behind her wherever she went. To be blunt, Victoria killed herself a week after Velvet had died; she had no self-control and was the weakest at heart. . . So she decided that the worst way out was the best way out. She got into a fight with a bear. The bear won. I smiled.

Streamer—the forth and bravest to go—loved everyone with a passion, her was always there when you needed him, always keeping an eye on everyone. He was very protective and always the first to stand up for a challenge, this is where it kills him. Challenging a male elk isn’t always the best idea, even though he was trying to get his father to be proud of him for once in his rather short life. He could have had help, if it wasn’t for the fact that Zombie decided to watch and wait.

Punk. . . Well, he left on a hunting trip with his father on April 4th, the two of them haven’t been seen since that night. Which was four years ago.

Throughout the whole absurd life I’d lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living. What did other people’s deaths or a mother’s love matter to me; what did his God or the lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we’re all elected by the same fate …

✶ Personality -

Silent:: Does not speak. She can talk, she just chooses not to. Her reasoning is that other wolves bother her, she can't stand their ignorance on things that a pup would know. Not just that, but being a pup and having watched her brothers and sisters die in front of her, she seems to enjoy keeping to herself. Would you talk to someone who watched their "loves ones" die? Better yet, would you talk to a wolf named Zombie?

Stealthy:: One second shes in front of you, the next she above you, watching your every move. She finds amusement in watching others do their everyday things, that way she learns what they're like without even having to talk to them, this comes in handy when you don't speak. . . Often.

Stalker:: Zombie is always watching, her black eyes have a craving to know everything. Zombie has watched many wolves in her four years of living, she's watched wolves hunt, wolves birth, she's even watched wolves mate a few times as well. The name Zombie fits her well. Speaking in which, Zombie got her name from two things: Her eyes and her eating habits. She's been seen eating other wolves. . .

Scary:: See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, have no fun. If anyone Zombie could tell you what she thinks that saying means, that is, if she talked. First of all Zombie sees everything, therefore evil is constantly absorbed into her. Second, Zombie has already heard many evil things in her life, she did witness the death of all of her siblings. . . But Punk. Third, Zombie might not talk (much) but she honestly doesn't have to, if you tick her off all you need to do is look at the soulless glare she's giving you. . . And run. A little blood never hurt anybody.

✶ Rank Wanted - Lead Fighter

✶ Rank - N/A

✶ Pack Wanted - Soulless

✶ Pack - Souless

✶ Likes - Horror, Playing Mind Games, Fog

✶ Dislikes - Life itself, Other Wolves, Also Your Face

zom·bie
/ˈzämbē/
Noun
Originally, a snake-deity of or deriving from West Africa and Haiti.
A soulless corpse said to be revived by witchcraft.
Synonyms
zombi - cursed - undead - bloodless

{ Avalanche and Soulless }

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EDIT: ((Smoshy = accepted))

[kintsugi.]

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[lokison]

((Talin = Okay and accepted))

(Cometlight = accepted))

((Valor = accepted))

EDIT: ((We May Begin!))

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Zeus

The large black male trudged through the snowy mountains with a large caribou carcus dragging behind him. He growled beneath the caribou in his jaw. He needed help but couldnt howl to the pack. Trekking up the step hill he heard other howls not to far from where he was. Ignoring them, Zeus continued on his journey back to the pack. His thick black coat was starting to get blanketed in pure white snow.

Kahlan

As the young timber alpha lay on the snow covered rock, she began to think about her parents for some strange reason. She had no idea why they came into her mind but she started to miss them. Sighing, she got up and stretched. Shaking out her tri-color coat she hopped down and decided to take a walk to clear her mind.

[kintsugi.]

.::Zombie::.

{ Peace On Earth. }

{ x } Gender;; Female { x } Age;; Five Years Two Months { x } Rank;; Lead Fighter { x } Status;; Content { x } Pack;; Soulless

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The feeling of flesh as it is torn apart by a set of white daggers. The feeling of blood as it is spit out and rejected from ones limp, cold body. The feeling of bone as they are ripped out of socket, thrown around as if a play toy, broken into millions of pieces of pure joy and happiness. What a wonderful feeling it is. What a wonderful feeling indeed. The cheeky smile on the end of her muzzle showed it all, and she was clearly proud of it. Her ebony eyes looked around at the surroundings, she was alone, just how she liked it, and every wolf in her pack knew perfectly that she did, for if they didn’t pain would have been afflicted upon every single one of them. She didn’t understand it, why they were so oblivious to everything; the answers could fall from a tree like a clump of snow and hit them on their heads. . . Yet they still wouldn’t know. They just wouldn’t. They didn’t have the brains or the wits to think of the things that make the world and all that inhabits it, explode with such frustration and anger. It wasn’t hard to see that she worked alone, breathed alone, killed alone, and if she had the decision lived alone. But no. These wolves were too cocky, too arrogant to let such matters get in the way of their so called “lives”. Pfft, the very thought of them thinking that they had a reasoning for even being alive made her laugh.

She looked up at the sky; the clouds clung to it in uncomfortable shades of gray. Ugh. Why couldn’t the day just end faster? She shook her head and stood up, making her way back into camp where she could be once again looked upon as if a freak of nature. She didn’t mind it much. For she knew that the true freak of nature had a reflection, and it could only be seen when looking into the darkness in which were her shiny, black eyes. She looked around a bit, breathing in the scents of other wolves; it looked like everyone was up, just no apparent outside at the moment. Where was the leader when you needed him? Mangy mutt was always up to no good, but then again, she did enjoy watching him fight, even if he sometimes was using other wolves to fight for him. How weak. How pathetic. How clever. It made her want to spit in his direction. But she wouldn't be that crazy, she'd have to get right up on him first so that the smell of blood could burn right though him.

.::Bruno::.

{ Where Have The Times Gone? }

{ x } Gender;; Brute { x } Age;; Four Years and Two Months { x } Rank;; Beta Male { x } Status;; Content { x } Pack;; Avalanche

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Bruno trotted alongside a river as his legs and paws began to cover in snow, despite the fact that is was below 12 degrees outside today, he didn't seem to mind that both the air and the snow stung at him like a bees' sting. "Well, well." He smirked and stopped dead in his tracks, a beautiful scent filled his ebony black nose. It was a doe, a beautiful one indeed, and she was injured. "This should be interesting." He sat down and watched her move closer and closer to the river, her muzzle getting closer to the water as her long, pink tongue slipped out and touched the chilly water. "That's it. . . Drink up." He muttered and grinned, watching his next meal as it had its last drink.

[violeta.]

Kiara
Kiara's thick pelt of silver was shook violently as the frozen water fell in whisps, causing her to growl as she suddenly lost her balance. She was never one to complain about the snow, as a matter of fact she liked it, but as it would continue to pile up upon her back and practically hold her down to bury her, that was when it would start to become an annoyance. Casting another puff of warm air into the autumn snowfall, Kiara pulled herself together, trudging forward in hopes of reaching some sort of meal. Hunger was eating at her, and the distant smell of caribou was pulling her in. 'Maybe a quick hunt would do.'

Bandit
The sleek pelt of midnight stalked across the white blur. Bandit wasn't one who exactly enjoyed snow; no, it just got him wet when it melted and he stood out way to much for his taste against it. Saying Bandit hated snow was an understatement in itself. He couldn't help but grumble to himself as he continued his thick trudge through the blinding snow. "Snow, snow, snow. Grrr, I can't wait for Spring. I hate autumn. I hate fall. I hate snow. Especially snow." He growled lowly, pausing his march as he glanced around at his surroundings.

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Zeus

Approaching the pack, the male growled and dropped the caribou. He then howled to the others in his pack. "Bl**dy pack. Too lazy to even think about helping" The angered male snapped to himself as he picked up the carcus and dragged it back.

Kahlan

She wandered down toward the lake. It was beginning to get rather chilly but she needed a drink so couldnt return to the pack. While on her way, she caught the scent of deer and also heard Bandit. Giggling at his rambling, the timber female turned to see him. "Talking to yourself again Bandit?" She called with a small smirk. Might as well take a detour. She thought as she padded over to the growling male.