alpha and omega >> open

[metaphor.]

once the sky turns red
the air turns to dust
three siblings shall cause
a time of war and a
newcomer will bring forth
the rise of two empires

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our ancestors predicted the rise of jealousy and hatred, they hypothesized
that the peace their pack had created would one day come to an end. For years our fathers
and mothers have passed on the prophecy to their litters, with every approaching new moon
and litter the pack would become tense. Fearful that their peaceful ways would come to an
end with a litter of three and a new moon.

Years ago, the previous alpha and luna gave birth to a litter of three. Pantheon, Denali
& Daenerys, only few remember the tall tales their parents had told them. Ignorant of their
ancestors warnings, will the litter be able to run the pack together? Or will war consume them
all?

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discussion thread - here

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ｒｕｌｅｓ ＆ ｔｈｒｅａｄｓ

1. please follow all site rules
2. create as many characters as you can handle
3. no mary or gary sues please
4. refrain from power playing or god modding.
5. if you have a major drama plot please post it in the discussion thread
so that everyone is aware of it c:
6. don't kill another's character without permission
7. fade to black when necessary
8. please unattach your signature in the rp thread
9. please don't be your own mate, be social
10. please add a relationship chart to your forum
11. the pack has most likely all grown up together, so they will know each
other.
12. please post 5 lines.
13. post characters in the discussion thread, make your own forms.
14. please have fun.

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ｒａｎｋｓ

- for we were kings amongst them

alpha & luna

alpha male // pantheon // metaphor.
alpha female // cyprus // RawrI'mPanda


betas

beta male // Loki // Luinarii37
beta female // reserved for loki's mate // -


gemma (elders)

male // - //
female // - //


deltas (messengers)

male // konan // rawrpanda
female // khaleesi // Daenerys Stormborn
male // - //
female // - //


epsilion (guardians)

head male // chosen by ___ //
head female // res. // aesthetic

male // west // metaphor.
female // luinarii // Luinarii37
male // cerberus // satanist
female // - //


zeta (warriors)

head female // bailey // rawrimpanda

male // khal // Daenerys Stormborn
female // athena //
male // - //
female // - //


iotas (medics)

lead iota // benjamin // tgwh
apprentice iota // res //


kappa (hunters)

head female // daenerys // Daenerys Stormborn

male // - //
female // mystery // Tomoko410
female // raven // Tomoko410
female // celeste // metaphor.


omegas

male // oken // queen quartz
female // - //


drifters (loners)


male // denali // queen quartz
female // epiphany // ❝ aesthetic.
male // anubis // res
female // maya // tgwh
male // - //
female // - //

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[metaphor.]

The 3 siblings:
Born to the previous alpha and luna, these three siblings will create a time of war.

Pantheon, Denali & Daenerys

The newcomers
The newcomers will bring forth the rise of two empires.

Res. Aesthetic
three spots are open.


We are accepting!

[metaphor.]

Relations and Updates

siblings
pantheon, denali & daenerys

love interests

[feyre.archeron]

┌──────┐
•Daenerys [Dani]
•Female/Fae
•Four Years
•Lead Kappa
•No interest
•Tagged: Mystery,
Raven
•Mentioned: Pantheon,
Celeste, Cerberus
•Form: x
•Voice: x
└──────┘

The scent of the forest suffocated the air, drowning out the stench of death that greeted the decaying prey. The blood had seeped into the ever absorbent ground, turning the dirt red beneath white paws. The wolf that stood before the body was large but slender, her orange and white pelt gleaming where the sun danced across it in shadowed waves. She had blood dripping from her maw, her brilliant green eyes dancing with pleasure at the hunt she had successfully ended. She would be fed for several days, engoraging herself on the ripeness of the fresh meat.

Just like that, the moist, meaty scent disappeared, replaced only by the harsh scent of the pack just outside her den. Paws shuffled on the cool ground and hushed voices danced through the air, filling the silence of her den with the soft music of her pack. She huffed, rolling to the side in an attempts to drown out the waking morning, she was not ready to get up, her muscles sore from a failed hunt the day before, her paws aching from the cold. She turned her head upwards, her pink tongue sliding from her maw to lap at the soreness before she stretched her muscles, each one snapping and popping in response to her movements.

When at last the orange and white she-wolf rolled back onto her stomach, the sun had risen higher, leaving the world coated in a brilliant yellow rather than drowned in grey. She enjoyed the sun more than she enjoyed the gloom of the shadows yet she refused to tell a single wolf this small fact. She stretched her paw slightly, spreading her toes until she felt the familiar sting of muscles pulling, conforming and then she stood. Her back brushed lightly against the roof of her den, her slender frame was tall and somewhat intimidating, yet she was too slender to ever be mistaken for a warrior. Her legs were lean not muscled yet she held strength there, enough to give her an upper hand in battle, should she ever need it. Her pelt was a pale white with ginger orange markings, giving her a unique look. Despite the way her pelt stood out against her surroundings, she found ways to blend in. She had large ears giving her great hearing and bright green eyes, leaving her with an almost otherworldly stare.

She slid from the opening in her den, sunlight cascading across her pelt, her tail curling in excitement for the day ahead. She twitched her nostrils, her green eyes skimming the bodies moving carefully through the camp. Hungry wolves, but not starving, for that she was grateful. The kappa’s tended to keep the food supply relatively stable, though in winter and occasionally late fall, the supply often fell and wolves went hungry for longer than a day, but in summer, food was plentiful and no one went hungry, not even the omegas. As she thought on this small fact, her eyes traced two of her hunters, one with a coat of ebony and the other a coat almost of snow flecked with light greys. She licked her maw carefully before turning to search out the last of her current hunter, Celeste, the wolf with the red pelt, but she couldn’t seem to find her in the commotion of the pack.

She approached the two newest kappas, her tail held high in a show of subtle dominance. She expected ears back and when she approached, though she didn’t often ask for much beyond that, not with her kappas. She needed to maintain an air of respect, not fear, with her fellow kappas, she needed their loyalty and their trust over their submission, but she didn’t need that from any other pack member. A group of hunters without trust and respect was no better than a group of pups fighting over a scrap of meat on a cold winter morning, useless. Communication was key in hunts, it was key in most of life’s interactions but without the silent communication of the hunt, kappas would never succeed in feeding their pack, and so when she approached her two kappas she did not snarl, did not raise her lips to expose her dangerous canines, and did not raise her hackles in a show of aggression. Her tail stayed raised and her eyes danced just enough to express her superiority as lead kappa.

The two turned to her with brazen eyes and she felt the twinge that often occurred when she felt the need to remind others of their place, yet she bit it back, for to controlled to let her aggression get the best of her. “We will hunt soon, rest up before we head out” she remarked. She dropped her head only slightly in a show of respect but still kept her eye contact, her way of keeping her place. She turned from them, her tongue escaping her maw momentarily to run along her jowls. No one said a word to her as she walked through the pack, her ears swiveling to catch hints of conversations made out in the eerie morning light. Her green eyes danced across one of the epsilions, his coat a brilliant red mixed with tinges of cream. She flicked her tail in a manner of greeting but she didn’t stop in her movements. She needed to speak with her brother, she needed to find Celeste. She was a lead wolf and it was her duty to ensure the kappas did what they were meant to and that the alpha knew the whereabouts of his pack.

┌──────┐
•Khaleesi
•Female/Fae
•Three Years
•Delta
•No interest
•Tagged: Khal,
Konan
•Mentioned: Daenerys
•Form: x
•Voice: [url]x[/url]
└──────┘

The scent of snow mingled with the sharp scent of leaves rotting on the autumn ground, a pleasant scent despite the knowledge of where it came from. It was a well known scent, a common one to anyone who interacted with the two wolves who carried it. Grey mingled with black until two looked as though they were one, their breathing synced, chests rising and falling in time with one another, yet as morning sank into the dank den, amber eyes opened and a slender, well-defined head lifted away from the thick black pelt of the second wolf. Her breathing hitched to a different level and her tail unfurled to reveal a second face, eyes barely opening. The she-wolf stood and stretched her paws outward, her muscles popping, leaving her body feeling utterly relaxed and much more balanced.

She was slender, with large paws and lean muscle built for long distance and speed. Her pelt was a dark ebony and silver with deep auburn eyes that burned like wildfire. She was no fighter, that was quite obvious, but she could chase down a hare like nothing, snapping it between her powerful jaws, yet that was not what she was, at least not for the pack. She was a delta, or a messenger, she delivered messaged wherever the alpha asked. She had explored farther than most of the wolf pack, leaving the territory behind on several occasions, but she always returned home and often longed for home on her journeys.

At nights she returned to her den, curled up next to her brother, his warmth a comfort to her weary, sore muscles and often to her tired mind, but the she wolf was stable in the worst of situations, often being the one to speak up when words needed to be spoken. She was not weak like many had thought she would be, and in fact, she held an almost leader like tinge to her walk and talk, something left to be desired with her aggressive, headstrong brother. The difference between the two was outstanding, if it weren’t for the scents that mimicked one another and their deep, dark pelts, one would hardly know they were related. She thought of this as she stared in silence at his still recumbent frame. “Up, brother, morning has come and we mustn’t miss a thing” she remarked, shoving a paw into his side. He snarled and grumbled at her yet pushed himself up with a huff.

As she watched his muscles tense he turned a side eye to her, there was a hint of a smile on his maw, a sly one, not one of kindness, yet not cruel as he watched her. She raised an eyebrow ever so slightly before he spoke in response “You are ever the pup you used to be, we are adults now, we may miss some things” he murmured, bumping her with his muscular shoulder. He had gotten the stronger build of the two, which is why he had become a zeta and she had settled for delta. He was strong at fighting where she was weak yet weak in stamina where she was strong.

With a flick of her tail across his muzzle she pushed her way into the bright of the day, paws splaying is they took in the feel of the ground, cool beneath their touch. Her eyes slid to and from each wolf as she watched the pack move in waves around her. She caught the briefest glimpse of orange fur maneuvering through the ranks of wolves, but Daenerys did not notice her, all the better she supposed, for the orange wolf looked as though she were on a mission and despite her curiosity, she had no desire to follow her. Instead, she let herself sink back into a sitting position as her brother slid from the den, his pelt mingling with her own.

“Did I miss anything, or is the pack as boring as it has ever been in the morning” he teased, his dark golden eyes turning to watch her carefully. She bristled, fur standing on end as she turned away from him. There had once been a time she and her brother agreed upon waking up early, they used to love to watch the pack stir, each wolf moving in their own time. Some enjoyed the morning and others despised it. Some woke with clear bright eyes while others seemed to be layered by a thin film of sleep, squinting as they slid from their dens. She loved to watch, and at one time so did her brother with his deep auburn eyes.

“You used to enjoy such activities with me” she remarked, curling her tail gently around her paws. She held her head up high, tail tip twitching with a slight irritation and disappointment. Her fur bristled as a throaty laugh escaped his open maw and his broad muzzle turned to her, his yellowed canine glimmering slightly in the daylight. “We were young, I am no pup anymore, sister. I am a wolf, a zeta. I don’t concern myself with the makings of each wolf, only with the survival of the pack” he remarked. A chill shivered down her spine at her brother’s words and malice sank its teeth deep in her throat.

“Fine, brother, be a bore, but I won’t sit here and let you tell me I am wrong. An observant wolf lives longer than a foolhardy, ignorant wolf” she snapped, baring her canines at him as she stood to turn away. She heard his voice call after her and her hackles raised “Ah, but sister, you forget, without the pack, the lone wolf dies”. She flicked her tail in irritation and headed towards the most familiar face she could find at the time. The dark black pelt came into view and immediately her paws turned in his direction. Konan was a delta as she was, and so she knew him well enough that in her irritation he would be the perfect companion. “Konan” she hummed, her rough voice called, her ears swiveling forwards towards the male. Her body posture remained relaxed, showing no sign of aggression, her tail hung low, eyes soft as a whisper, but her ears remained upright showing that, while she was not dominant, she was equal to the delta that stood before her and would not submit with great ease.

┌──────┐
•Khal
•Male/Brute
•Three Years
•Zeta
•No interest
•Tagged: Khaleesi,
Bailey
•Mentioned: Daenerys,
Benjamin, Loki
•Form: x
•Voice: [url]x[/url]
└──────┘

Night had come far too early and sleep had come far too late. The cool air had ruffled the raven coated wolf’s pelt, his deep auburn eyes dancing wickedly in the moonlight. When at last sleep had come for him, he was more than eager to claim it, sinking deep into the dreams of battle and hunts, all ended in the bloodshed of some other creature, a coppery film coating his mouth. When he woke it was to the tickle of his nostrils as his sister, her pelt entangled with his, moved her tail away from his face. His auburn eyes took in the morning light slowly, the scent of the other wolves cascading down upon him as the memory of the blood scent faded to the back of his mind.

He watched as his sister stood, stretching her slender body out beyond need just to feel the pop of her joints beneath her thick pelt, but he did not move. He would not move until he needed to, but she was not about to give in to his lazy side. She proded at his ribs, her paw sinking into the fur and pushing heavily against his bones “Up, brother, morning has come and we mustn’t miss a thing” she chimed, her voice to eager for the day, yet the roughness kept it from being quite annoying. “Up, she says” he mumbled, though the she wolf heard nothing as she stared at him with brilliant auburn eyes. He twitched his ear slightly and huffed, forcing his muscular frame into a sitting position.

A silky sly smile plastered itself across his maw as he turned to her, he watched her eyebrow raise in expectation and at last he seemed to find his voice “You are ever the pup you used to be, we are adults now, we may miss some things” he stated, a chuckle building in his maw but he had no time to allow it an escape. She narrowed her eyes and huffed, her tail flicking across his muzzle. His nostrils twitched ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing but he said nothing as she slid from the den, her pelt ruffled from his prior comment. She is much too sensitive. His thoughts stayed silent as he made a movement towards the entrance.

His sister had come to a stop at the edge of the den, her fur now flat as her eyes traced each wolf in turn. There was a time when he had enjoyed such minuscule activities as that but now he cared little for it. He was not the same pup he had been, his focus more on the survival of the pack than on the way each wolf moved about their day. He let his pelt mingle with hers as he fell to his haunches at her side. She turned to him slightly “Did I miss anything, or is the pack as boring as it has ever been in the morning” he chided, his voice thick with sarcasm, a laugh hiding itself in his words. Her eyes turned on him with a glimmer of irritation, her pelt bristling. He had struck a nerve and in some malicious way he wanted to laugh at her irritation. He rolled his eyes, and turned away from her, the smile he had carried now turned into a dangerous smirk.

“You used to enjoy such activities with me” she remarked, her voice low with irritation and… a hint of pain perhaps? He could no longer hold it back, his maw parted and throaty laugh escaped. He could feel her tense, her fur bristling but he couldn’t seem to stop it. At last he turned to her with a serious gaze yet his voice remained chiding and playful “We were young, I am no pup anymore, sister. I am a wolf, a zeta. I don’t concern myself with the makings of each wolf, only with the survival of the pack”. He felt her shiver slightly but said nothing, he would not apologize for the truth, it was his belief. He did not care how Daenerys reacted to the others, how Benjamin slid from his den in the morning, or who Loki talked to when he awoke. He didn’t care so long as the pack survived. Would that a wolf died he would not care much at all. He would simply move on.

“Fine, brother, be a bore, but I won’t sit here and let you tell me I am wrong. An observant wolf lives longer than a foolhardy, ignorant wolf” she snapped, her canine glistening as she snarled at him. His own hackles rose and his lips pulled up over his teeth. “Ah, but sister, you forget, without the pack, the lone wolf dies” he called after her, he watched her muscles stiffen and her hackles raise and with a sense of success he turned away, He searched out the grey and white pelt of Bailey, his eyes scanning carefully for her. When at last he spotted the strong she wolf he smiled, a sly playful smile and trotted towards her “Greetings, Bailey” he offer, flicking his ears towards her with great interest.

┌──────┐
•Ygritte
•Female/Fae
•Two Years
•Drifter
•No interest
•Tagged:
•Mentioned:
•Form: x
•Voice: x
└──────┘

wip

[tgwh]

𝐵𝑒𝓃𝒿𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃

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|| ➸male | ➸4 years | ➸lead iota | ➸tags; ||
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Within the forest the male walked sniffing the air and ground. Searching for certain plants he may need. Also, he wanted to see if he could take them to grow nearer the territory of the pack since he had to go to neutral land to find these plants.
It was early but that was okay, Benjamin liked to take long walks when the air was still fresh and wasn't any big sounds perturbing the nature.
Maybe two or three hours later he was back with a few of the plants between his teeth, humming to himself while getting to his spot where he prepared himself to dig.
He digged and plated the herbs ti grow in there, ah that would be so much easier if they grow there he could heal someone much faster.

𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒶

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|| ➸female | ➸3 years | ➸drifter | ➸tags; ||
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Any kind of sound made Maya shrink, trying to make herself smaller than she already was. She just couldn't let herself be founded by another wolf, or worse... A pack. It was terrifying just to think about it!
So when she smelled another wolf, she would run in the opposite direction, at night she would hide and mask her scented so they could passed without seeing her.
It has worked for some time now, she escaped some fights that still leaved her with scars. When she felt more confidence she would run along the river, training to not loose something that she was good at. She ate leftovers or little mammals she could catch herself without any help. She even once got a baby deer, but now she got lost.
She didn't know this path and it was making her scared, where another wolves around here? How would she come back to the place she knows better, even when doesn't feel like home, it makes her feel some what safe.

[capture.the.cause]

•𝕂𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕟
•𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕖
•𝔻𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕒
•𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕕: Khaleesi, Khal,
& Bailey

The brute was finishing a run, as he came up to the group of wolves. His tongue lollying softly as he looked to Khaleesi, the female who called his name, his tail swishing behind it gently. ”Khaleesi. How do you do?” His deep voice rumbling through his bold chest, greeting Khaleesi with a charming soft tune to it. As he finally met the group, he stood standing next to Khaleesi, his shoulders and hackled relaxed, but his ears perked forward to the female.

•𝔅𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔢𝑦
•𝔉𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢
•𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝓩𝔢𝔩𝔱𝔞
•𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔡: Khal

Laying on her sun rock, she heard a familiar voice call to her. Lifting her head, she saw Khal approaching. Sitting up, Bailey shook her thick pelt. ”Well if it isn’t Khal himself.” She barked jokingly, jumping down from her perch and landing quietly infront of Khal, standing no more than a foot apart. Her tail was effortlessly curled ontop her hind end, ears perked towards the brute. A playful twinkle in her eye.

•Ƈуρяυѕ
•Ƒємαℓє
•Aℓρнα Ƒєм.
•Ƭαggє∂:

wip

[feyre.archeron]

┌──────┐
•Khaleesi
•Female/Fae
•Three Years
•Delta
•No interest
•Tagged: Konan
•Mentioned: Khal
•Form: x
•Voice: [url]x[/url]
└──────┘

The lovely dark gray she wolf flicked her ears forward as Konan’s eyes met hers. He had lovely eyes, she gave him that much and his pelt shimmered brilliantly in the light of day. His pelt was raven black with some peppering near his legs. He was handsome, she couldn’t lie but her eyes saw the muscle and speed they shared versus anything else, she was far from thinking of much beyond her role in the pack. She watched him as his tongue hung loosely at the edge of his maw, his breath hard and heavy. He had just finished a run, that much was obvious, his muscles were loose and she could feel the heat the radiated off his body. She assessed his body language, rather relaxed with his tail swaying loosely behind him. The breeze seemed to ruffle his fur, carrying his scent to her nostrils, she inhaled, taking in the comfort of his presence before allowing a smile to slide across her maw.

The question was a simple one, how was she, yet she couldn’t seem to find the words. If she said angry, or bitter, she would come off as irritable for, possibly, no good reason, her brother did have a right to his opinion did he not? Yet she couldn’t seem to stop herself when the words parted from her lips “My brother is a half-wit” she scowled, he tail stiffening, ears drifting backwards ever so slightly. She felt her breath heavy as she let it out, her fur prickling in irritation. She watched the brute as he shifted places, taking a stance at her side, his muscles and fur relaxed. The sight and the feel made her hackles resume their downward position, pressed gingerly against her back. She scrunched her muzzle, eyes narrowing as she tried to find words to follow. She should ask him of his day, but that seemed foolish, it was but early morning and not much had been done so far.

“How was your run?” she asked, her voice sweet and charming yet holding an air of confidence befit a leader, yet she was simply a messenger. She supposed that was what made her message deliveries great, made her position comfortable. She approached with the voice of the alpha, the leader, and so her point got across rather quickly. She never seemed to fail in delivering, though she couldn’t say she always succeeded yet she had never received an injury following a message delivery. She left her thoughts there, turning her lovely amber eyes towards the brute at her side.

┌──────┐
•Khal
•Male/Brute
•Three Years
•Zeta
•No interest
•Tagged: Bailey
•Mentioned:
•Form: x
•Voice: [url]x[/url]
└──────┘

The large brute let his hackles fall, his ebony pelt shimmering as his muscles worked themselves beneath taut skin. Bailey turned her head upwards to the sound of his voice. She had been stretched languidly across her sun rock, her pelt glistening in the light, her muscles relaxed beneath the warmth of the daylight. It had looked comfy and he had half a mind to join her yet he was uncertain… or perhaps very certain… that she would not like the unexpected company. Yet she seemed pleased to see him, as he had hoped. She had lovely eyes, always dancing with a boldness he could not quite place yet it left her all the more intriguing.

He watched her muscles work as she pushed herself into a sitting position, shaking her thick pelt out. Dust sprang to life around her yet she still look dazzlingly clean. He blinked calmly, watching her as she spoke, her voice dancing in his ears like the snowflakes in the winter. He didn’t blink, nor flinch, nor step away as she jumped forward, just landing a tail length away from his face. Instead of the common reactions, he allowed a smirk to pass across his face, his ears shooting upwards at her brave display. “Aye, that it is, please, do tell me you are happy to see me” he teased, his eyes sparkling as he sat back in his haunches.