Forgotten Dreams || Semi literate wolf rp || Accepting

[Skaiflaya]

[ Accepted, also. And Ace is young, compared to these wolves. o.o I'll add your wolves. (= ]

[Skaiflaya]

[ Alright. I put Shane as a fighter, and Neferi as a hunter for now, if that is alright with you. I am going to add a rank for normal pack members, so I can switch them to that if you'd like. (= ]

[saorsa-]

[Thanks - and it's fine. Are we going to wait for more people, or are we going to commence with roleplaying?]

[Skaiflaya]

[ Alright. And you guys can start now, if you want. (= ]

[saorsa-]

[I actually have to go. I might be back later, and if so, I will post then.]

[candor.]

((I'll probably add more charries as the RP progresses, if that's all right))
Speckle trotted through the clearing, her head held high, glancing around at the pack, there was some fresh snow on the ground, she smiled as her paws brushed the snow to the side, leaving a trail of paw prints. She found a tree which had sheltered the ground from the snow, shaking out her fur, she trotted over to the tree before sitting herself down under the large branches of the tree.

((Wasn't sure on how to start or the setting of it, so I just put what I thought XD ))

[Skaiflaya]

Ace stood in camp, his head and tail held high. He was a young leader, though he was very strong, and noble. he was brave, and magnificent, like his father before him. Ace's black pelt shone slightly in the dim sunlight. There would probably be a storm later on. The clouds where dark, and filled with rain. Ace shook his fur, as a few raindrops fell on it. It was just sprinkling. The sun was dim, being covered by a few small gray clouds. Ace looked up at the sky, trying to indicate around what time the storm would actually be coming. It was morning, and the storm wouldn't be coming until a little later. His fur blew in a cool breeze, it getting a bit windy. Ace sniffed the air, the scent of a few wolves in the air. The scents didn't seem too strong at the moment, so Ace didn't worry yet. He looked around, making sure, his green eyes shining slightly. There was a thin layer of snow on the ground, and more could possibly come out of the storm later. He sat down in a spot that the snow had cleared from. The ground was hard, and frozen, but it was better than sitting on the snow it's self.

[ Bye, Silver! Sure Om, that's fine. xD and sure, it could have snowed a little bit. xD ]

[arabmorgan]

Username: arabmorgan

Name: Ruelle

Nickname: --

Gender: Female

Age: 3 years old

Crush: Shane

Mate: --

Pups: --

Rank: Beta Female

Rank Wanted: --

Personality: Intelligent and brave, Ruelle is naturally shy and dislikes being the centre of attention. However, her rough childhood has made her even more wary of strangers and she is most comfortable alone or with a few close friends. She does not trust easily, but when she does she becomes extremely protective of that friend, even to the point of possessiveness.

History: Ruelle was born in another pack during a time of turmoil. A young male had killed the Alpha and declared himself leader. Her parents and littermates were killed for opposing his leadership, but she managed to escape with a few other young wolves. They eventually parted ways and she wandered alone for almost a year before joining Ace's pack. Ruelle harbours a deep hatred towards wolves who attempt to overthrow their Alpha and works silently to keep her current pack stable.

Roleplay Example:

Skylynn gave a high whinny of excitement, twisting around in an attempt to catch Asha. She ended up almost falling face first into the water. Snorting in shock and laughing at her own carelessness, she righted herself and lunged after the other filly. After almost an hour of splashing in the water and annoying the adult horses in general, Skylynn stopped in her tracks, panting. "Shall we go rest?" she suggested, pointing her muzzle towards shore. "We can push my dad away and sleep in the shade there!" Her dark eyes were bright with amusement.

Myra gave a surprised yelp and jerked awake as a cold drop of rain dripped onto her nose, making her shudder. Her thick fur was damp with morning dew. She glanced to her right, where her father was still snoozing peacefully, apparently unbothered by the increasingly heavy downpour that must be soaking him to the skin. Shaking her fur ineffectually, Myra trotted off to the subway station to find some shelter. She certainly wasn't going to be the one to wake Kyron in the middle of his nap; thunderstorm or not, he would be grouchy if his sleep was interrupted. Anyway, it was always nice to wander around alone without her father breathing down her neck, warning her to be wary of other dogs in the area.

As she neared the subway entrance, she spotted another dog just emerging into the rain, a crossbreed with some Rottweiler blood from the colour of her fur. Slowing her steps, Myra barked a friendly greeting and waited for the response.

Kyron was woken rather unpleasantly by a deafening thunderclap directly over his head. He leaped to his paws, teeth bared in a snarl, before he realised there was no threat. Recovering from the shock, he looked around for Myra. The chill in his bones told him it had been raining for quite some time; knowing how much Myra hated getting her fur wet, she would have left to find shelter already. Kyron sniffed the air, but there was no trace of her scent. Shrugging, he padded slowly through the streets, keeping a lookout for any scraps of food or some small animal that would make a nice snack.

Theme Song: --

Description: Ruelle is a medium-sized, rather long-legged wolf. The colour of her soft, thick fur is a smooth blend of shades from palest silver to gray.


Other: Ruelle means 'famous wolf' and she was named thus as her parents hoped she would become a wolf of worth, able to contribute to her pack to the best of her abilities. She is ever mindful of her parents' wish for her and is always thoughtful and conscientious in her duties. I figured she could be beta if Ace recognised her determination to keep the peace in the pack. Oh, and Purple Platypus :3

[saorsa-]

Neferi was lounging in the camp, in the last of the weak sunlight before the storm clouds closed in, thus spattering her with an army of raindrops. She sighed softly, awakened now from her nap, and raised her head to look around. She spotted Ace and dipped her head to him, a sign of respect, but otherwise didn't move from her spot nearby. Her ears flicked, swiveling around as she listened for the sound of approaching wolves. Upon hearing nothing she lowered her head once more, with the hope that the rain wouldn't drench her and thusforth she'd be able to continue with her nap.

[WinkingSnowflake]

Username: WinkingSnowflake
Name: Syric (Pronounced: Seer-ic)
Nick Name: None, yet.
Gender: Brute
Age: 1 year, 8 months
Crush: None.
Mate: None, still hasn't found his perfect match.
Pups: None, may want to have a few someday though.
Rank: None
Rank Wanted: Hunter
Personality: Syric is a very calm and submissive type of wolf. Being easy going, he doesn't try to start fights nor arguments. His fighting skills are exemplary, but he refuses to fight unless it is a life or death situation involving his pack. He fights for what he believes in and he believes in what he fights for. He is a good natured wolf, although, since he is still pretty young, he has a somewhat of an unsatisfactory level of maturity, and gets distracted quite easily.
History: Syric's past doesn't involve any sob stories. He had a normal life, with his mother and 2 sisters before leaving the pack to become an adult. However, his father on the other hand was...well just plain odd. He was obnoxious and he became very uptight after the night of my birth. If the trees blew in the wind, my father would violently shake for a moment and then go along his day as if nothing had happened. But lets not dig up the past, we should only continue to build our future, as his mother used to constantly say. So Syric has been searching for the perfect pack for about a year. He thinks he's found it. Forgotten Dreams.
Roleplay Example: Memory from his past Just do it! He thought as he urged himself to run faster, winding around the woody trees in this dense forest. His tongue hung out of his mouth, flapping in the wind. The young deer seemed to have an endless supply of energy and it quickened it's pace. This frustrated Syric, which pressed him to run faster then he had ever run in his life. The distance between the two gradually became less and less. Adrenaline was rushing through every vein in his body now and he could feel it. Just a few more yards and he could almost pounce on this deer. His paws hit the cold, hard earth almost as if it were in slow motion. He dug his claws into the ground, thinking of what it would be like to have finally killed his first deer! Just as he was about to jump, something big and furry rammed his stomach, causing him to lose balance, as well as go flying, hit a tree and loose consciousness. He would say that it all happened so fast but...what exactly did happen? All he remembers is just a blurry image of his dad slowly walking away, his muzzle stained with blood and a young dead deer hanging from his mouth.
Theme Song: None yet.
Description:


PURPLE PLATYPUS!