▄▅▆▇█▓▒Wolves of the howling moon▒▓█▇▆▅▄ Alpha has no mate!

[I am Pinkie Pie]

(Okey dokey lokey.)

[♡ Pineapple ♡]

Ok

[I am Pinkie Pie]

(Sorry if this counts as spam, but I'm just bumping up the topic so that we can get more members.)

[girl with wifi]

Um can I reserve a spot as a pupsitter?

[starshine,]

(sure!)

[skyguy]

;; Joining.

[skyguy]

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★

● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★

● ● ● name;; khione [key-own-ee]
● ● ● nickname;; khi
● ● ● age;; five years
● ● ● gender;; fae
● ● ● birthdate;; thirtieth of september
● ● ● star sign;; libra
● ● ● birthplace;; chicago, u.s.a
● ● ● rank;; delta fae
● ● ● mate;; none as of yet
● ● ● crush;; none as of yet
● ● ● pups;; none as of yet
● ● ● good traits;; elegant, intelligent, strong, dainty, powerful
● ● ● bad traits;; selfish, seductive, manipulative, desolate, melancholy, vicious
● ● ● dam;; philia
● ● ● father;; horus
● ● ● eyes;; icy blue
● ● ● fur;; silken white, thick and fluffy
● ● ● height;; 34 inches at the shoulder
● ● ● weight;; 84 pounds
● ● ● strength;; if enough energy, can catch and kill a young buck or doe easily
● ● ● weakness;; she has a very weak spot for pups
● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★● ★

I was born on the thirtieth of September, in Chicago, U.S.A at 4:27 in the afternoon. It was near enough the end of Autumn, and it wasn't very warm either. My lack of fur didn't help me at all.

I was once told of a tradition during the Roman times where the mother would place her child in front of the father and, if he picked it up, they would look after it. Although if he didn't, it would be taken to the curbside and left. If a friendly passer-by didn't pick it up, it would die in a matter of hours. And wolf life isn't much different to that. My mother picked me up by the scruff and placed me gently in front of my father. It was a matter of minutes before he turned on his heels and walked away from me. I saw the fear and sorrow in my mother's baby blue eyes as she looked down at me so solemnly. That was the moment I knew my life was going to be harsh.

My dam's name was Philia; one of the four Greek words for love. Her parents were originally Arabian wolves but emigrated to Chicago before she was born. My late father's name was Horus, who was originally quite kind, but was treated more like a king by my mother, which probably lead him to thinking he had power. But really, she saw the best in him, and vice versa. My mother was so beautiful, and she spent most of her days leaping to and fro on her strong limbs, chasing deer and anything else she felt she wanted to scare. She was brilliant, she really was, and very rarely attacked other wolves for food. Instead she would eye a nest full of little chicks waiting for their parents, until they leapt out and flapped their little wings in a hopeless effort to fly. Most of them were unfortunate enough to fall right into the open jaws of my mother and she would take it home, still with it's feathers, and pluck them off once she reached home. Other than hunting down prey, she also trained to be a healer. Many times has dad, and many other wolves, came past with open wounds, and being the kind and caring she-wolf she is, she would help them, and once they're fit enough to go, she's chase them off with her teeth bared. Never has she tried to hurt them before, and nor would she in the coming future, but it was just a fair warning to them who trespassed on her territory.

Dad, however, would ambush any wolves he saw on their land. He would clasp his teeth around their necks and rag them until they died of blood loss. You see, my father was a rogue. He would scavenge and steal from other wolves and invade their privacy, getting into many fights as he did so. He battled other rogues for food and would occasionally come home with scratched and tears all over his body. One time he even came home dragging his wounded leg behind him, but mother was a trainee healer and so she would always patch him up, ready for the new day. Soon enough he was getting too weak to battle and wasn't quick enough to dodge other brutes, and so he kept losing food. That meant there was hardly any food for them, and since mother's pregnancy, she hasn't been able to hunt easily either. Every time she ran, she slowed down and halted after a few minutes since the weight on her swollen stomach was too heavy for her to run. They got so desperate that they began to snack on half-rotted carcasses, and on rare occasions, they would dig in the trash or eat berries. When I came along, father was angry; he had felt that my mother had betrayed him, since he couldn't feed himself, never mind a little cub. And so I was thrown to the curbside, but not before some sweet endearments from my dam. "Sweetheart, you'll be fine. Just get up on your feet and live your life, find a mate, and be happy. I know you can do it." and in a blink, she was off down the road, half-limping and half-sprinting.

I followed my mother's orders, and I hobbled about on my four legs until I got the hang of it, and after a few weeks I felt brave and trotted quite inattentively towards the road, and suddenly a car shot past me like a bullet. I fell back and spluttered, and I knew now I had to be careful. So I hopped meticulously towards the curbside parallel to the one I was abandoned on, and found myself gazing into a bright forest. Before I knew it, I was bounding involuntarily towards it, weaving through the trees, frolicking like a lamb. What I didn't realise was that this was not a public forest for any random cub to wander around inside, but it was in fact the territory of a large black brute who didn't take kindly to cubs like me investigating and sniffing his land. Before I knew it, I was grabbed brutally by the scruff, and I found myself struggling and slashing the air with my claws. Bearing in mind I was only two or three weeks old at the time, I did some nifty claw work, and gave him a dastardly scathe across the nose. After that he tried to kill me, but after a minute or two, and with the help of my handy little feet, I slipped out of his grip and bounced away, wincing at the furious roaring and snarling behind me, and I breathed a sigh of relief as it soon faded away. I felt happy now I was in the open, but what I didn't realise was that I was on a road where cars drove, and suddenly a pain shot through my limbs as a car hit me, not too hard, but enough to make me unconscious; and that is what happened. I felt myself fading away and I blacked out.

Once I woke up, I found myself laid beside a tree. I looked around and saw I was trapped; I was surrounded by bushes everywhere, and I couldn't see a way out. Rising to my paws, I sniffed around, and then caught the scent of another she-wolf. Soon after, I heard soft paws padding behind me and I turned around to see a large grey wolf with gentle brown eyes. She nuzzled my flank, making me collapse onto the grass. My leg was twisted a funny angle, although I felt no pain; it was numb, and as I squinted, I saw it had been lovingly smothered in what I thought was honey or syrup, and coated in cobwebs. That was the moment I realised that I was going to be brought up with the proper treatment, and have a mother who would care for me. Until I saw the brute walk towards me, everything was fine, and when I saw him my heart skipped a beat. I thought he would neglect me like my old father did, hence the fact he had to, but this one was different.

I was being raised like a proper warrior like my father, who was known as Tyson, and my mother, who was known as Cheyenne. Tyson was in fact a very experienced warrior while Cheyenne used to be a lead healer of a pack she strayed away from a while ago. My new father taught me how to fight and protect territories, and when I was about two years old and my parents were out hunting, I guarded our land and whenever I saw a wolf, I would strike them with my sharp fangs and give them the warning they needed to get out of here. My life was turning out brilliant and I was happy, just like my biological mother Philia had told me I was going to be, until it all changed.

One day I was sitting alone in my home, waiting for my parents to return from hunting, when I saw father emerge from the bushes. The first thing I noticed was that Cheyenne wasn't there. Tyson has scars and wounds all over his body, and his eyes were so dull, not like they usually were. He always had such beautiful amber eyes, always filled with glee, but not now. It reminded me of the look Philia gave me when she knew I had to go. Immediately I knew that Cheyenne was dead and I arose quick, my tail trembling as it slipped between my hind legs. I understand Tyson was upset but I never knew he would go so far as to attack me like he did, and all I remember was a shooting pain in my neck as he shook me so harshly. I couldn't see, my eyes were blurred, and all I could think about was my beloved mother; both of them, and now I knew I only had one.

I let out a howl and now I knew that Tyson and I were no longer father and child, but enemies. I don't know why he got onto me like he did but I had to protect myself, and so I slashed him brutally on the neck, and as he shrieked, it filled me with more anger. It was his fault she died, he should of saved her, and I knew he had to pay the ultimate price. I gave the final blow before I watched his bleeding body collapse on the floor, and watched as his beautiful eyes flickered shut. I backed away; I was terrified. I had killed my own father, which I know made me a monster. Placing a paw on his lifeless, motionless body, I tossed my head up and howled so deeply and solemnly, and I howled again and again, mourning my father and my mother. It was true, it wasn't actually Tyson's fault at all. It was mine. I should have gone with them, but then again I didn't know this would happen. I never knew death existed, and I always thought everything had a happy ending. I guess I was wrong; I know now that I will never trust anybody again, because I know if I did, I would always end up regretting it.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

huge credit to sky dancer; and ♛stuckinthepast♛ for the lay-out idea.
the picture was from tumblr. everything else was by me.

[starshine,]

We already have a delta fae, you can be beta fae though!)

[skyguy]

We already have a delta fae, you can be beta fae though!)

;; Oh, are you sure? It says on the rank that Delta fae is open and Beta fae is taken.

[starshine,]

Username: I am Pinkie Pie, but you can call me Pinkie.
Wolf's Name: Aria
Nickname: Nope.
Gender: Fae.
Looks:

Rank: Delta Fae.
Crush: Not yet.
Mate: Not right now.
Pups: Not right now.
Kin: Thunder.

Username:I am Pinkie Pie
Wolf's Name: Thunder
Nickname: Nope.
Gender: Brute.
Looks:

Rank: Fighter.
Crush: No.
Mate: No.
Pups: No.
Kin: Aria.

sorry, its taken, i just haven't had time to do it yet. there is Pupsitters, and hunters and fighters though!