OPEN|Fallen Skies|WolfRP V3 restarting due to unorganized rp

[Avaianche]

► Zeke - brute - with: / - at: somewhere in the forest - loner ◄
"Ofcourse I did" He replied, rolling his eyes "I was just going to tell them what I just told you, I'll be gone soon enough and won't steal any of your prey blahblahblah" He looked away and continued walking, stupid pack wolves, always so paranoid of what loners would do in their territory, as if we're all rouges who kill pups in their spare time He complained to himself.

[vega.]

Altea wrinkled her nose at his attitude, " Only because 'betas must constantly check their pack grounds' and isn't it obvious that they run into loners by mistake? In what world would make you think that this pack would even care? Loners are simply wolves that are apparently are to weak minded to have any thing to do with other wolves." She retorted. The patch of fur on her neck rose and she turned half way, padding back up the hill again. She headed the same direction as the brute, but only because the rest of the territory was there unchecked. There was a fresh sent of cougar, but it had exited the territory by the looks of it. Altea covered the scats and continued.

[Avaianche]

► Zeke - brute - with: / - at: somewhere in the forest - loner ◄
"excuuuuse me" Kuri turned around to face the other wolf "Weak minded?! As if I CHOSE this life, I was the son of a beta you know, you are not one hair better than me. Other wolves just dissapoint me, that's why I stayed a loner. So they wouldn't dissapoint me and I wouldn't bother them, not because I'm too plain stupid to be in a pack."

(uh oh I think Zeke is offended >O<)

[fg05281]

(sorry for inactivity will post in a few.)

[Spotted.Newt]

{reserve lead hunter,hunter, and healer}




Name: Allita
Nickname: She prefers her full name, but occasionally someone calls her Ally.
Age: 3 years
Gender: female
Pack:this one
Rank: healer
Wanted Rank: healer



Personality: Allita is a pretty strong fae, not physically but mentally. She has good self-esteem, and isn't afraid to stick up for herself or her close friends. When you first meet her, she can be a bit shy, but as she gets to know you you will find an intelligent and friendly wolf. Allita is a sweet fae, and doesn't like to see people hurt or sad.



History: Allita grew up in a pack, but the pack was wiped out by hunters when she was young. She and her older brother were among the few that survived, and they stuck together as they traveled to find a new place to live. Unfortunately, her brother did not make the journey. He had been sickly as a pup, and was very weak as far as fighting diseases goes. He died of pneumonia. Allita continued on her own.



Crush:
Mate:
What Do You Look For In A Mate? Allita looks for kindness, compassion, truthfulness, loyalty, and also a good sense of humor in a mate. She doesn't want some male who is going to treat her like dirt, or who won't respect her views and opinions. Her to-be mate would have to be friendly and considerate, and a kind person. But he must also have a sense of humor, he must be someone she enjoys being around, makes her laugh, and she can have fun with.







Name: Rio
Age: 4 years
Gender: male
Pack:this one
Rank:hunter
Wanted Rank: Alpha



Personality: Rio is a good natured and friendly wolf. He almost always carries a smile upon his muzzle, and always has a kind word for everyone. He is more of a lover than a fighter, but he will fight for what he believes in, and will fight to protect those he cares about. He is loyal to his pack and fellow pack mates, and if he loves you he will protect you with his life. Rio is strong physically and mentally, and can often sense when someone is unhappy. He often has a good amount of energy, but is fine with taking things slow and relaxing every now and then. He is independent, and can sometimes get annoyed when being ordered around, but typically doesn't show it. Rio is also the kind of wolf you can trust, even with your deepest darkest secrets.




History: Rio grew up in a pack in which is father was the Alpha. His mother had unfortunately died shorty after Rio was born, and his only sister died of pneumonia at only a few weeks old. Although Rio's father was the Alpha, he treated his pack as equals. He believed that a good Alpha is humble and modest, and kind to all fellow wolves. The pack adored Rio's father, for his kindness and fair ruling. They saw him as a friend, which is how Rio's father had wanted them to see him. Rio was taught these skills from a very young age, shaping him into the wolf he is today. Sadly, a forest fire wiped out the pack, and Rio had to find a new home. The few wolves left of the pack had encouraged Rio to become their leader, but Rio had politely declined. He would someday build a pack, but he wanted to have the experience of being an average wolf first.



Crush:
Mate:
What Do You Look For In A Mate? Rio hopes to find a sweet she-wolf someday, whom he can call his mate. She would have to be kind hearted, but also fairly independent. Looks don't matter to Rio, what he cares about is what is on the inside. He knows he will find that special someone eventually, and will know when he finds her that she is the one.






Name: Arberie
Nickname: Brie
Age: 3.5 years
Gender: female
Pack:this one
Rank:lead hunter
Wanted Rank: lead hunter



Personality: Brie is typically feisty and a strong fighter. She is fast and swift, and she has yet to meet a wolf she can't outrun. She is smart, and isn't easily tricked. She likes to do things her way sometimes, but she tries to do what will also help others. She is a bit strong willed, and if she believes you are wrong she will let you know. She hates it when others don't take responsibility for their actions. Although she is tough, she has a soft spot for the little ones, and enjoys their company. If you want to be her sweetheart, you have your work cut out for you.




History: Arberie used to be in another pack, but was kicked out. The Alpha was cruel. He had killed Brie's brother for having blue eyes, and her sister for being to tall. He would kill any pup that didn't match the image in his head, and everything was punishable and punished by death. The alpha required every wolf to bow to him in submission as he walked by, and any wolf who laid eyes on him when he wasn't speaking to him/her was killed in front of the entire pack. Despite her surroundings, Brie didn't conform to the ways of the pack the way the other wolves did. She didn't let herself become weak mentally. In fact, her entire one year of life she spent in that pack, she plotted how to overthrow him. She wanted to end the sorrow and weakness of the pack that was caused by him. She wanted to set things straight, the way they ought to be. She hated the Alpha, and Arberie was the only wolf willing to stand up to him. She approached him one day, looked him in the eye, and told him off. She told him that she would not be weak of mind, and that she would not stand by and watch him squash the spirits of wolves and tear families apart. No sooner had she finished when he leapt at her with the intent of killing her. She used her speed to flee, and as she did so she heard him howl of her banishment.



Crush:
Mate:
What Do You Look For In A Mate? Brie has no mate, nor a crush. She believes that her love must be earned, and any male who wants her will have to work for her. If she does happen to fall in love before the male falls for her, she will not let on and will wait for him to come to her first. If a male doesn't have the courage to ask her on a date, why should she put in the effort to ask him? She looks for certain traits in a mate, such as honesty and mental strength, as well as a good nature. She hopes for both a mate and pups some day.

[vega.]

@Horse6578- accepted, it might be a little bit until you added to the forms
@fg02581- IT's fine, everyone has a life outside CS

Altea swerved on heals, And you 'disappoint us!" She didn't snarl, it was more like a simple growl-bark. She had little hesitation, but still paused before saying that. Now something he had said had hurt her, and she walked off into the forest and forgetting about the rest of the territory. The sent of the cougar grew stronger as she entered the field where grass had covered the rocks, leaving stone jutting out of the earth.

[Avaianche]

► Zeke - brute - with: / - at: somewhere in the forest - loner ◄
Zeke's fur was standing upright, his tail puffed and teeth bared. How dared that pack wolf insult him? As if he did anything wrong, or it was a crime to not have a pack. A thought rushed through his mind that he should probrably temporarly settle down in the packs territory, or maybe just at the edge of it, just to mess with this new wolf he met. He smirked at the thought, Great idea, me. he thought, and trotted further to find something to eat.

[The Black Cat]

(I won't be active a lot because I'm back at school.)

[vega.]

- Horse65478? what rank/ lank is Arberie in? It's kind of confusing

Altea took almost no notice of the big shadow and high yowl behind her. She spun around, instinctively bristling her fur and snarling to look larger. It was female cougar, the one which Altea had thought left the territory. Aside she found a carcass of a stag. Altea's eyes narrowed and she snarled, drawing her lips back and showing her fangs. Her frustration of the brute combined with the ferocity of this cat eating prey within the territory created the perfect killing model. Altea first tried to scare the cougar off, still puzzled on why there were cougars even here when the bears usually came.
She forgot about that and lunged at the cougar, ripping it's shoulder. Three long scratched made by Altea's teeth began to bleed on the cougars shoulder. It yowled and whammed a paw down on Altea, it's claws landed on Altea's paw like the sharpest thorn on a nettle bush. Altea, instead of going for more room, leaped up and grabbed the cougar in her jaws by the neck, biting hard until she tasted the disgusting feline blood in her mouth. She let go when the cougar was struggling to get out of her grip, and it scampered off with clumsy feet. Altea raised her tail and stood tall with triumph, but her posture collapsed with the pain on her paw. there was a medium length depth of a scratch on the upper part, but it was a bruising that hurt the most. She limped down the slope, drops of blood slowly made their way to forest floor. She stepped through the creek to get to the small forest hills again, to make sure that the cougar had left for good. The water soothed her paw, washing the blood away, but still, Altea in pain as she clawed her way across the slippery stone.
She had buried the stag carcass behind a stump, where the soil was easy to dig up. She opened her ears to the forest, trying to become unfocussed from her limp.

- I know, supah long

-Blue is open in the forest if any one needs someone to rp with!

[Avaianche]

► Zeke - brute - with: / - at: somewhere in the forest - loner ◄
Zeke noticed the fae stopped following him, for some reason it surprised him and kind of dissapointed him, probrably because he was bored. He heard yowling and growling near, his curiosity took over and he looked at the fae fighting a cougar bravely. Zeke wanted to help, he might not like packs, but he likes death even less but before he could interfere the cougar was already chased away. Impressed, he followed her to the creek. Her paw was bloody and the water around her turned red. Zeke growled at himself, he was worried about a fae who had just yelled at him. He remembered when his brother was wounded, the healer of his old pack had taken goose gras to stop the bleeding, it saved his brother's life. The fae's wounds might not be that severe, but it might just help. Zeke was surprised of his luck when he found some nearby. The leaves were sticky and he had trouble picking them. Half annoyed he padded over towards the fae and trew the goose gras towards her "here, this should help the bleeding" He said, annoyed of himself, he felt weak for suddenly becoming nice towards the female "just chew it up and put it on the wound" He mumbled as he padded towards the water and took a little sip of the water, enough distance between him and the fae for the blood to not have spread to his drinking water.