ｓ ｉ ｌ ｈ ｏ ｕ ｅ ｔ ｔ ｅ [wolves; semi lit - open]

[zephuros,]

accepted, lovely forms ^^ I will add later when I get to my computer as I am on a phone at the minute. c:

[sky dancer.]

okay, thats fine. ^^

['pyrrhic]

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Name;; Lyrica | Nickname;; Lyric
----Gender;; Female|Age;; two years
---------Birthdate;; June 12, mid summer
--------------Rank; Loner

❝Ｂｌａｃｋ Ｆｅａｒ
Ｒｅｄ Ｂｉｔｅ
Ｄｅｅｐ Ｓｃａｒ❞

Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ

She has a normal enough history. She had not chose
her friends wisely though. She did have a crush when she was little
and two close friends who grew to be vary aggravating as they grew
into spoiled habits. She had another pack which she was taken from
and she grew into a pack with no meaning. She had always been
kind up to the age of a year, where she watched adults and how
their lives were doing. She learned from a large wolf named
Typhoon. She had always liked the name and feels sharp pains
every time she hears it. She had seen him die protecting her
from another wolf who had been my father, who tried to kill
me. Typhoon was the one thing that she loved truly. Her
mother was never liking her, for she was white and her
mother was a black wolf, and they despised each other.
In truth, she had a best friend, and still does. His name
is Zander. He is the only one she likes truly.

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Lyric never thinks that she is better than anyone else.
She is kind most of the time and has great come -
backs, thou she is not easily insulted, but when she is,
she smiles to get on their nerves and starts to laugh.
She always has something to say to a annoying pack
member and doesn't leave back many details. She
says something if it seems hurtful enough and will
shoot the truth out quickly, not keeping much to
herself. She rarely shows pain and never goes after
a brute directly. She has few friends despite her
appearance. She only likes certain people and
enjoys a little fight from time to time with a
irritable pack member.

Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓ

Crush;; None, and not intending for one. {Damian}

Mate;; Nope, not wanting one

Pups;; Nah, cute and all, but not for me.

Acquaintances;; The pack mostly, except Zander.

Best friends;; Zander.

Siblings;; If I say Zander, does it count?

Mother;; I hate her, but her name is Alice [Ah- lease]
Father;; Hate him too, but it was Hawk {Haw-k}

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As you can see, Lyric is a female born in June on the 12th.
She is all white with a thicker fur coat than most with the thickest part
on her stomach and chest. She has a long fluffy tail, being a Artic Wolf with
oddly short fur. She has tawny eyes with a black nose, her left ear has a
chip on it from fighting and her ears are oddly stripped of most fur from
small still red scars that have healed but not completely, where fur will
never grow again. She has a large scar going up her right leg, from her
pastern to her elbow, where no fur has grown either where the large
red scar is placed. She also has hidden scars under her fur that fur
has grown over. But the most noticeable thing about her is how she
has her head, ears and tail high at all times, showing her confidence.

Now she's back in the atmosphere with
with drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey.
She acts like summer and walks like rain
reminds me that there's a time to change
hey. Since the return from her stay on the
moon she listens like Spring and she talks
like June, hey, hey. But tell me, did you
sail across the sun, did you make it to the
milky way to see the lights all faded, that
heaven is overrated? Tell me, did you fall
for a shooting star, one without a
permanent scar, and did you miss me while
you were looking for your self out there?
⊰ ⊱
But tell me, did the wind sweep you off
your feet did you finally get the chance
to dance along the light of day, and head
back to the milky way, and tell me, did
Venus blow your mind, was it everything
you wanted to find and did you miss me
while you were looking for yourself out
there?

Name;; Kasei ⊰ ⊱ Gender;; Female
Age;; two years ⊰ ⊱ Month Of Birth;; Mid October
Theme Song;; Drops Of Jupiter, Train.

➳Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
Kasei is a beautiful she - wolf. She has a burgundy - red top coat that mixes
into a cream colored bottom coat. Though her chest is a total mix that has a
stripe like band that goes from shoulder to shoulder and her shoulders are
a mix of the red and cream color that is in full on her back and underbelly.
Her tail is thin and scrawny and her legs are built with a small bit of muscle
and a slim build. She is skinny and quick. She has a build of a scout or a hunter.
She prefers to be out in the field than laying in camp because she gets an urge
to move her long legs. She is a beautiful wolf with beautiful dark brown eyes.
She has a black nose and black paw pads. Her ear tufts are reddish cream color.

This sturdy female is 3'7 and weighs only 70 pounds. She is normal size fort a female
and she's not ashamed of it.

➳Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
Being a natural born Scorpio is a main part of Kasei's life. She is sarcastic,
rude andoften vary secretive. She is relied on as trusted but loves to dig
up deep dark secrets.She has a tendency to snap back and she is vary
much a loner in life. She desires more than she knows and is a great
problem solver. She keep emotions to herself until she has someone who
she can strictly trust. She doesn't take much to get mad or irritated but
she does laugh if someone tries to say a insult her way. She doesn't rely
on anyone to do her work, and if she does, its a small job. She takes
grudges seriously and keeps them for a long time. She has many enemies
but her cunning attitude can change, differing from her real thoughts.
She has quiet an issue with anger and rarely cries or shows much pain.

She mocks most who think they are better than her and she is usually
friendly, but her attitude is not bearable to everyone. She has only
loyal, trustworthy friends and requires them to be vary loyal to her.
She is stubborn and wants to get everything done quick, even if it
requires force, but she can control her anger. Sometimes. She knows
what is good for herself and can be considered solid rock.

She does have a good side, actually. She likes risks and may be afraid,
even if she doesn't show it. She likes to have fun and she loves water,
snow and just sun and fire. Her weirdness does show to her friends and
she's vary playful. She has no part in self - absorbing things. Though she
likes to play with fire. She is also vary loyal to whoever she likes. But
she doesn't like many.

Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ
As you know from her known personality, she is a "she - devil" as some
call her. She has had a simple life, belonging to a hunter and a fighter as
a normal daughter. The only daughter of three. She had to put up with her
older brother and was a role - model for her littler brother who worshiped
her as if she was a forest god of beauty. She would train him for the longest
time because he'd never want her to stop. When she was a year, the winter
swept the pack hard. It caused many to have pneumonia and die of frost -
bite. Her brother was the unlucky one who was froze to death. She tried to
warm him with her own body in a blizzard. They were trekking together back
to camp when the blizzard hit. He fell in the water and got a cold, then frost -
bite got to him, and froze him. Her heat was not enough and she lied there all
night trying to get him to become alive, warm him. She'd say the exact words
"Did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?" when he didn't
respond, she stayed till the pack found her, and she wasn't crying, or sobbing.
No whimper came from her jaws, just an icy cold glare to the Alpha, and her
mother and father. They died of old age, her father mysteriously disappeared.
He was surly dead, she hoped he was. Her older brothers had felt sorry for her
but she just learned how to fight harder. And every time she was alone, she'd
cry and say the exact words... No one answered.

ＤＩＤ ＹＯＵ ＭＩＳＳ ＭＥ ＷＨＩＬＥ
ＹＯＵ ＷＥＲＥ ＬＯＯＫＩＮＧ ＦＯＲ
ＹＯＵＲＳＥＬＦ ＯＵＴ ＴＨＥＲＥ?

So far, no one has held her heart, and if they did, she'd know. She has no mate, crush or pups and doesn't intend anyone. She wants a kind gentleman with a sense of humor, good looks and a charming attitude. They have to put up with her, trust her and play with her like a pup. She never wants to have him dig to deep into her past until she tells him. Her heart would be set on normal fantasies and he must accept that.

[sky dancer.]

bump.

[sweetbriar]

RΩШΔΠ

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Name ;; Rowan, it's just Rowan.
Gender ;; Brute
Age ;; I'm approximately five and a half years old.
Rank ;; I am a distinguished Sentinel.
Personality ;; Rowan tends to be a loner, even if he had the chance to join a pack, he would turn it down. To wolves he's never met before he is quite and reserved, only answering questions if he feels it's necessary. But when you get to know him he really is a charming fellow.

{Sorry for the plain form, I'll fix it up tomorrow. I am wiped out!}

[zephuros,]

both accepted c:
- but first barefoot
may i just ask is
Rowan loner or
sentinental? :3

[sky dancer.]

.bump.

['messy]

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Ah my name, well I don't really think it suits me if I'm truthful. I find it a bit fancy to be honest, but if you really want to know it I guess I'll oblige. I was born Samuel, but only my sister really calls me that. Most of my pack mates call me Sam or Sammy, I don't really mind whatever tickles your fancy I guess.

My gender, do I really need to answer this question? I mean is Samuel a fea's name? But anyway I'm a brute, seriously I don't understand how you didn't get that but anyway shall we continue.

I was born on the twenty-seventh of July, in the very late evening. You could say I was born a day before my sister and Hugo they were born on the twenty-eighth in the very early morning, but Grayson and myself were born on the very late evening of the twenty-seventh. I guess it must have been a hard litter for my mother, but anyway back to me. I am currently in my third year of life, and will be grow into my fourth in eight months.

Now on to my rank, I am a Hunter it was given to me by the alpha for my genes or something. But my desired rank, now thats a different story. I never much wanted to be a fighter, I always wanted to be an Alpha, Beta or Delta. Not so I can stand above any other wolves, but because thats what I was taught to be since a small pup. I was always told that a would be a good leader, but I want a chance to prove it to everyone and most importantly myself.



I was the largest pup in my litter, so I'm a pretty hefty wolf. I weight almost 78 lbs, I think and stand 37 inches of the ground. Unlike my sister I have large paws and a sturdy frame. My fur is quite thick, but I groom it regularly to stop it matting. It comes in handy in the cold but I wish I had a pelt like my mother in the summer.

Speaking of my pelt, I have one that is a mix between my father's and my mother's. It is a patchwork of creamy white and cadet grey. My fathers was grey and my mothers the white, those are not the only two shades that make an appearance in my coat. Black and Charcoal Grey also feature as colours in my fur. As my pelt is not a single solid colour but instead a range of colours I do not have any imperfections in my coat.

Onto my eyes, it runs in my that one brute in every second litter is blessed with fern green eyes. Luckily as you have probably guessed thats me, some people call it a curse but I love. They are evenly spaced apart, in line with each other and the same size.



Gentle-Man;; I like to think of myself as courteous and respectful to all of my pack-mates and even loners. I am also very polite to every wolf I meet, since a pup I was taught to always remember my please and thank-yous, and I hardly ever forget.

Family Wolf;; Since a pup, I always admired those perfect families, the ones with the smiling parents and loved pups. Yeah you know what I mean. Since then I've always wanted a functioning family, not like mine where I was growing up. For me its family above everything else, I would follow them to the ends of the earth just to keep them safe.

Calm;; Tough I have a temper I usually keep it tucked away, and come off as a calm and collected wolf, Only a few know thats not the whole story, one being my sister. Even in tough and stressful situations, I usually keep a cool head and try not to snap. In those situations I am usually the calmest wolf.

Charming;; I can be quite charming at times if a fea catches my eye, I am a lover not a fighter especially when it comes to the ladies. But I always remember to treat them with respect, feas are complicated creatures but all of them love being treated like an equal and thats how they should be treated. But sadly I am a bit of a ladies man.

Cautious;; I am not an outgoing type of wolf, I always think before I speak. Words that find their way out of my muzzle have always been carefully chosen and selected. I don't just rush into delicate situations, I think about my actions before hand and think about what is the best way to resolve the situation.

Protective;; I can be very protective of the ones I love, especially my sister. No one else every really cared about her, so I took over the job and understandably I am incredibly protective of her. This may make her angry, but on the inside she likes being cared about, I think.

Thoughtful;; I always show consideration for the needs of other wolves, their thoughts are as important as my own. I also think of others before myself, meaning I follow the golden rule; Treat Others how you Would Like to be Treated. That rule was passed down through every generation in my bloodline.



Ah, the part I was dreading my or should I say our history. As I guess I share it with my sister. Its an awkward topic for my sister, it brings back memories that should be left buried. Anyway back on topic.

I was well respected even as a pup, as soon as I was old enough I did the morning rounds with my father the alpha. I was next in line for the throne and wanted to be an alpha just like my dad. I was very protective of my only sister, the runt of the litter who by some miracle survived. I took her under my wing and was always there if she needed me.

Our brothers didn't stay for long they put grew the nest and flew, so to say realising that I would be alpha and Adelaide had to be Beta -as it had to be a fea, if they were to follow the pack traditions-. As the months flew past I grew as a wolf and as a leader, but another pack moved into the territory taking the prey and land until a war was foreseen in the future. The only way to stop it was to unite the packs, which meant Adelaide would have to become the mate of the rival alphas son. But that was a fate worse than death, he believed feas were scum and were only put on this earth to breed with and all brutes that disagreed with him would be killed or used as bait, which meant I would have to leave.

When Adelaide came back for their first meeting she was battered and bruised, her creamy white fur was soaked with deep red. I couldn't let her stay with him, he would kill her, and no one would be there to stop him, I would never forgive myself. So we hatched a plan to run.

It was the night before the ceremony when we left, running for our lives. We didn't stop through out the night, but heard howls in the morning which just pushed us further. We ran for a week only resting a few hours each day to eat and drink, maybe to get some sleep. We almost stopped a few times, but I knew something was wrong with Adelaide, but I listened to her when she said it was nothing until she finally collapsed. She was too weak to continue her nimble frame hadn't been build for constant running. I carried my weak sister to the nearest pack. As she recovered we both settled in and decided to stay with the pack.



Right onto my family, as I said earlier I was the largest pup in my litter. I have two other brothers, actually I should say had. One of my brothers, Hugo was mauled in a bear attack last week and didn't survive his injuries. My other brother was christen Grayson and my only sister, you already know was called Adelaide. My mother, Annabel and my father Robert. No, I don't know any further back and I haven't yet carried on my line.

Well many feas have caught my eye, I may have had a fling with one or two but not yet settled down. I'm honestly not sure I'll ever settle down, to put it bluntly I'm a flirt. I lead feas on, but always, always treat them with respect. If you ever did want me to settle down you'd have to be a very special fea. You'd have to have a spark, that no one else has. Something special that I can't resist. I wouldn't be able to change who I am, so they'd have to deal with occasional flirting but if I settle down, I will be completely devoted to my mate.

Okay, I wouldn't normally answer this but I'm tired and want to go to bed so let's just get it over with. I do not at present fancy a single fea, I may have my eye on one or two but just to mess around. That special fea hasn't caught my eye yet, but theres always a chance.

No, I do not have a mate. Why would I have a mate if I don't have a crush, if I had my mate I would have a crush on her obviously. I'm not sure I'll ever have a mate, trust me I want someone to love but I'm not sure if I can change my ways.

Now this is just stupid, I do not have a crush, I do not have a mate and as I said earlier I have not carried on my bloodline. I'm not sure if I'll ever have pups, maybe someday.

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Of course you must know my name, if you didn't what would you call me? Nothing impolite I hope. I was christened Adelaide, a bit of a tongue twister trust me I am aware. Most wolves tend to call me Adelaide, but a selected few do have the honour of calling me Addy.

Oh, I thought it was obvious, my gender is female. Sorry for not mentioning it early I thought you would know. I do have a higher pitch of voice than a brute and I nice petite frame, but I suppose we all have different lines between brutes and feas.

It is rude to ask a lady her age, but you are being quite persistent I guess I will silence your question. Do bear in mind I and most feas will not be so willing next time. I was born into this world on the twenty-eighth of July, in the early morning. I am currently 3 years and 4 months.

Ah my rank , well I'm not great at taking responsibility so Alpha doesn't fit, but thanks to my nimble frame and small paws I don't make much noise when I run so I can hunt. But then again I'm not the strongest, so it's hard to take down prey. I just ended up being a Caretaker, but my desired rank is a hunter or even Lead Huntress. I'd love the adventure and excitement.



My appearance, well I'm roughly 70 lbs and stand at 28 inches. So I am, as you can tell a petite and elegant wolf. As I mentioned earlier I have small paws and a nimble frame. My fur is thin, which aggravates me as this makes my pelt useless when it comes to the winter months.

Back to my pelt, it's not quite pure white but cream. It does have a few imperfections, for example my front left paw has a tinge of pale grey running through it. Also the tip of my left ear and my chin, I get it from my father his coat was fully pale grey, while my dear mothers was creamy like most of my own.

My eyes well they are the colour of the well known oak bark. They are evenly spaced apart, in line with each other and the same size. The only fault on my face in the patch of pale grey on the tip of my left ear.



Cunning & Intelligent;; I think of myself as quite an ingenious and inventive wolf. If and when I hit a brick wall I always find away to climb over it. Also my intelligence helps make up for my hight. Sorry if I'm coming off rude, I just thought I should be honest.

Well Mannered;;Since a pup my parents taught me how to teach others. You should respect everyone, and treat them how you would want to be treated. It is not polite to tease, criticise or scorn. I always thank a fellow wolf after they help me, also I bow my head to every wolf I meet no matter the rank.

Quiet;; I keep myself to myself, I do not brag or gossip. I consider it impolite and rude. This means I don't usually start conversations with other wolves but will happily have one if it is started with me. I don't tend to talk about myself or my past. I may confide in you, but only if I really know you it's not something I speak of easily.

Feisty;; I learnt from a young age that if I wanted to survive in this world, I have to look after myself. I don't let wolves step on me and I'm not afraid to have a fight, verbally I mean. Oh no I would never start a fight, fight I'm too well-mannered for that.

Lover not a Fighter;; I consider myself a friendly wolf, I don't hate people by just looking at them. In a way I'm saying I don't judge a book by it's cover, I usually read the blurb and first fifty pages before making my decision. I like to get to understand someone before I decide how friendly I'll become with them.

Honest;; I'm not great at lying, I don't know why but whenever I do lie my front left paw, the one with the grey patch, start to shake gently. Even when its just a little white lie, it gets on my nerves sometimes but it keeps me honest I guess, which is a good thing.

Snobby;; I come from a very well-respected family and can look down on other wolves sometimes, I do try not to but I can't alway keep that part of me tucked away. What usually gives me away is when I smirk softly to myself or roll my eyes, I'm not proud of it but it happens.



I hate to talk of my past, but if I have to I will.

I was born into a rather average pack, and even being the alphas daughter I was thought a rather average pup. All my brothers were well respected and adore by the pack, but only Samuel my brother payed attention to me. He taught me how to fight and hunt, as our parents had decided it was useless to teach a female. Begrudgingly my parents announced me as the next Beta, following pack tradition and Samuel the next Alpha. Hearing this my two other brother flew the nest finding a new pack together.

When almost a year had passed another pack moved into our territory taking our prey and land until a war was foreseen in the future. The only way to stop it was to unite the packs, which meant I would have to become the mate of the rival alphas son. But that was a fate worse than death, he believed feas were scum and were only put on this earth to breed with and all brutes that disagreed with him would be killed or used as bait, which meant my beloved brother would have to leave. I took it in my stride, happy my parents were actually proud of me for once.

I nuzzled good-bye to my brother as he padded back to the pack after escorting me to the first meeting. I was glad he wasn't there, I had persuaded him to go, what happened wasn't pretty. I was beaten and attacked, he put me in my place and made sure I would never stepped out of it again. When I limped back into camp everyone ignored me but Samuel, he ran to my side helping me into my den. He tended to my wounds himself, before telling me his plan to run, he gave me no choice and told me they were leaving the day before the ceremony give me time to recover.

When the time came we ran never looking back, we didn't stop through out the night. When morning came there were howls for us, but they just pushed us further, now we were only stopping for an hour or so a day to eat and drink. I was growing weak, my delicate frame wasn't made to run and run and run, but I pushed myself forward until I collapsed. The next thing I knew was that Samuel had carried me to the nearest pack and this is where we now reside.



Firstly my family, I was the only female in my litter. I had three brothers but now sadly only two, a week ago a received news that one had died in a bear attack, dear Hugo, God rest his soul. On to a brighter topic my two surviving siblings were christened Samuel and Grayson, you only knew about Samuel though. My mother was Annabel, my father Robert. Thats all I can tell you I'm afraid, I do not know of my grandparent and have not yet carried on my line.

What makes my heart skip a beat? Well definitely brutes, but not just any old brute. I'd like to think I have standards, I won't fall for any odd brute. He has to be understanding, he has to know what I want even if I don't tell him. I want him to know me inside out, maybe better than myself sometimes. I don't want a brute who just can't be bothered to cheer me up when I'm down or make me feel better when I'm sick. He has to care how I feel, good or bad. I want him to be protective, not the scary over-protective kind who won't let me leave the den for a month if I talk to another brute, or threatens to kind a fellow pack mate because he looked at me, but the kind who'll defend my honour. Who won't let another brute steal me or win my heart away from him. Also he has to be gentle-man, he has to respect not only me but all feas. I've already done the trying to love an arrogant self-absorbed wolf who thinks feas are below him. He has to be genuine, not a fake wolf who'll say whatever I want, but someone who speaks their mind and speaks honestly. Finally he must be trust-worthy, I need to be able to trust the brute I love with my life, without trust there is no love and without love there is nothing.

I do not expect to hear what is said now to be spread around my fellow pack mates, if I do I know who's head to feed to the bears! Understood? Okay lets continue, I at present do not admire a brute in this pack. I do not know any of them well enough, except from my brother, but Sir Samuel is my brother. No I do not even secretly admire a brute.

Seeing as I do not have a crush, how could I have a mate? Riddle me that. Yes I am looking for a mate, but firstly I need to find a crush. It would be once to have someone to depend who's not my brother, someone I can tell my deepest darkest fears to, or just someone to come home to at the end of the day.

This question is useless how could I have pups if I do not have a crush or a mate, and never have. But I'll envy you any way, no I do not have pups. I do love the fuzzy little ones, but sadly I do not have any sons or daughters and yes I am planning to in the future, hopefully in the next year or so.

[zephuros,]

sweet, accepted c:

[zephuros,]

we may start when I get on later as I must go to sleep right now, so I will post in the morning then yall can post c: