F O R E V E R {Wolf rp} Open & Accepting|Need more males

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>> Thunder pulled the furs of his front paws away from the fea's muzzle. Just another scratch. He snarled. "If you want to claim it as your own, you should mark you so called territory better," he began to circle the small wolf. His burnt orange gaze settling into hers with dagger. The larger brute kept his fangs bared, head low, tail thrashing. "Now, I don't want to kill you, but this doe is rightfully mine."

[Sciencin']

Aure
I lay on the frozen ground, barely conscious and shivering, and coughed up water. "Th-" *cough* "Thank you," I said as I lay there gasping. Suddenly I grew alarmed when I realized the water on my pelt was freezing over. "Is- is there any way I could get dry?" I said shakily.

[and she dies]

{Apollo, 2 1/2, male, single}
"It's all thanks to Tasha," Apollo replied. He pressed his muzzle to the frozen fea's pelt, "My you're freezing over." He turned to Tasha and asked, "Do you know anywhere we could take her to dry? And then if you'd still like to, we could go hunting? Get some food? Some warm meet might do everyone a bit of good. But, um, if that's okay with you guys?"

[BlameableAmish]

[[My form is on 15 (If I quote I have to be approved for the picture again and it'll take awhile again xD)]]

[Silent Night]

Brook growled fiercely "Well maybe I do want to fight," she retorted. Slowly she turned, never letting her back show to the large brute, never giving the brute a good chance to leap. "The doe is mine. All the deer here are mine, I realize that you are just far to incompetent to realize that," She said spitefully.

Username: Silent Night

Name

.:Clay:.

History of the name

.:Named because his pelt was the color of red clay:.

Nickname

.:"Well hello there, the ladies call me, Hotstuff":.

Gender

.:Male:.

Age

.:3 Years old:.

Height

.:32 in. at the shoulder:.

Weight

.:97 lbs:.

Personality
(Short, will be better RP'd out)

.:Very laid back, and very much a flirt. He thinks he is the hottest thing alive, but generally doesn't mention it unless he throws a pun in with it. He loves to play and never work, and can con any fae into giving him a bite to eat when he really wants to. He's a lady's man, and is not afraid to admit it. He is generally a coward, but when it comes down to it he can and will fight for those he loves:.

Strengths

.:"I make the ladies love me. Need I say more?":.

Weaknesses

.:"Look at me. Do I look like I have any weaknesses?":.

History
(Again, will be RP'd out.)

.:"Ahm...no,":.

Crush

.:"I'm just looking for someone like me, but I haven't found her yet.":.

Mate

.:None:.

Pups

.:None:.

Other

.:None:.

[I'm done delete me.]

Your wolves are accepted you two}}

Female|3 yrs|Single|Pups 0

Tasha

She looked at Apollo and then looked around her surroundings not seeing a den in sight umm I can't see a den, stay here and keep her warm I'll go find one she said and then went running off, jumping thought the deep snow, with her ears pinned back, the young wolf looked around for a cave.

[slccat]

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name Chief
age four years
gender male
crush none
tags none
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The sound of birds swooping and twirling over head made Chief want to shake his head in annoyance. Birds,
every single one of them were annoying. Growling slightly at the irritation from the chirping, he slowly
lowered his head down closer to his paws as he walked, trying to block out the annoying sound. Feeling
his bushy grey tail swaying behind him, his paws pressed agents the soft, green grass around him, and
the sunlight bounced off of his coat as he walked. Chief might be crule, and vicious, but he always tried
to keep himself as clean as possible. He hated it when other wolves were unclean, and he hated it when
he was unclean. Chewing on his bottom lip, he could feel his stomach start to move as a rumble rolled
through it, and he knew it was time for him to eat. For being a loner, Chief was a very fit wolf. It was because of all the exercise he did. Running and hunting. Running and hunting. That was what he did day in, and day out. Lowering his head down close to the ground, he took in a deep inhale, trying to find any scent of an animal that he could catch. As strong as Chief was, he knew that there was no way he could take down a full grown dear. A fawn, probably. But not a deer. The smell of a rabbit came into his nose, and Chief's head snapped strait up into the air, and he slowly started to stalk the smell, keeping his feet light as he walked, trying hard to not make a sound. Spotting a rabbit over by the river. He gently lowered himself down into a crouching position. The next thing he knew, he was prancing in the air like a gazelle, and he landed on the rabbit, his teeth sinking into his neck, and making the rabbit have an instant death.

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name November Trees
age three years
rank loner
crush none
tags none
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The young male's eyes slowly searched around the land, wondering where everyone was.
It was a cool morning, but nothing out of the ordinary. Just a simple, and very relaxing morning.
Just one of those lazy days that every wolf needs every once in a blue moon. November Trees
turned his massive black head to the side, only to look around the large land. There were many
deer scattered about, standing, eating, doing whatever these deer do. November Trees was
new into this lone wolf life, and so far, the young male liked it. There was nothing special
about being a loner. Just average sized, happily built, land. Besides being basically ignored,
by the deer, November Trees enjoyed this land. He had been there for about a week now, give or take a little bit, and besides one the lack of injured wolves (November Trees would not kill healthy animals, just injured or sick ones), no deer has paid much attention, or even tried, to acknowlage. Boredom struck over the young man, and he slowly rose to his feet, shaking the loose dirt that clung to his pelt like and infant to his mothers fur. Turning his head, he slowly departed from the rock that he was laying on, and started to make his way through the dandy land. As he passed the fresh kill pile that he had made earlyer that week, the scent of rotting flesh came into his nose, and made the young brute's nose recycle in horror. Even though the brute was an hunter, and hunter's job was to go hunting, it still bothered November Trees that wolves would kill animals that were not close to death. To him, that was a cruel and unusual thing to do to an innocent creature. Turning his attention away from the fresh kill, he spotted a beautiful tree that lingered at the corner of the land. Feeling a small smile come to the corners of his lips, he slowly strolled over to the dark tree. The limbs of the trees hung over, making a small shaded area. Feeling a crooked smile come to his face, he slowly lowered his body down once again. Here we go, this was much more comfortable

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name Bambi
age three years
rank loner
crush none
tags none
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The sunlight streamed through the green leaves of the trees, making the whole forest seem to
glow. It was a beautiful morning, just like every other morning, Bambi thought. Bambi's slim and
far from graceful body sprung through the woods, prancing almost, like a deer would jump through
the woods on a happy day. The fresh smells of the woods entered her nose, along with the relaxing
sound of the water trickling from the river that lay not too far from her skipping body. Turning, she
strolled over to the water, and lowered her head, looking down into the water. The river water seemed
to dance, and trip over the rocks at the bottom of the stream. Almost like they were in a race to
get to the end of the river, wherever that led them. Turning her attention away from the graceful water edge, she let out a small sigh, and started to walk away from it, a small sliver of sunlight catching onto her white pelt, making it glow almost like as if it were made of diamonds. Bambi's best feature was her pelt. It always seemed to glow and shimmer, and she always kept it squeaky clean. It was as clear, and as white as snow. The rest of Bambi was dull, and average. She was small for her size, she was all skin and bones too from lack of food, but even when she was well fed, the young female was always teeny tiny. There was nothing she could do about that. And her skinnyness along with her tiny height, made the young female look like she was a teenager pup still. But Bambi never minded too much. She understood there was nothing that she could do about it, and it was just the way she was born. And she knew that it would be the way she would die, so might as well accept it.

[Solarize]

•• Name - Joey | Age - Two | Gender - Brute ••

Name || >>> This handsome young brutes name is Joey, a name that suits his completely. How he actually came to have the name; no-body actually knows, as he never really knew his parents long enough to ask them. Though, how he got his name was never really an interest. He had a name, and he couldn't change it. Nothing would change upon knowing the story of how he got it, would it? No, Joey liked his name, and that was that.

Age || >>> still in his adolescence, Joey is at the young age of only two. Old and mature enough to know if something is wrong, but young and stupid enough to do it anyway. He is at the peak of his life, where he can explore life, love; make mistakes, and learn from them,

Gender || >>> I'm pretty sure that Joeys gender is easy enough to tell. Just his name is a big giveaway, but if not, then "he" is infact a male. Male, brute, boy, man, whatever you like to call it.

Rank || >>> Joey is not a wolf who cares much for ranks, in fact, he tends to pity those who devote their lives to them of higher ranks. He sees it as merely time-waste. Those higher ranks wolves are always born into it, you don't see a wolf as an omega suddenly becoming alpha of the pack because he simply "worked hard and earned it". No, if your alpha, then your alpha. If your not, there's nothing you can do. Thus said, that doesn't mean he doesn't respect his alphas and such, of courses he does, he just doesn't see why everyone needs to make such a fuss over them.

Mate || >>> being at such a young age, Joey is only starting to explore the world of love and mates. He is as of yet to find his,"one true," his "life partner," but that doesn't mean he can't have a bit of fun. He is an huge flirt, he will do all he can for a but of attention from the ladies. But when the time comes, he would like to settle down and maybe start a familly of his own.

i had written personality and history, but my internet connection went and I lost everything that I hadn't saved on my notes, which as this. Is this okay, or should I re-write if?

I am Joey,
the wolf who survived

[I'm done delete me.]

This is alright your accepted}}

[Solarize]

thankyou, where should I start?