T I M B E R. |Wolf RPG - Accepting|

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Thantos shook his head. "Maybe later," he said. "I need to take Linax out for training; which I haven't done in awhile."

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WaterFeather felt a silght breeze moving pass her fur. She closed her eyes and gave a smal grin.

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Linax perked her ears up, as Thantos' words had carried over the clearing to her. The little fae pretended not to hear, turning her head to examine a butterfly, but she was very excited to go hunting. "A real chance to show what im made of!" She thought.

[m o n d a y]

Jubilee
Jubilee stared curiously at the grinning newcomer. Like him she had a white coat, although her's was white as snow unlike his dirty beige tinted one. She was beautiful, no doubt, it made Jubilee sad of his lower ranking position as he realized he would probably never be able to have a mate. Either way, the omega could at least try and be friendly. So he gingerly approached her, head low as usual. Gleaming orange eyes's locked onto her's for a moment before shyly turning away. "Hello there" He spoke timidly, but tried to seem as friendly as possible.

| sorry i've been pretty inactive lately, but i'll try to be more active now |

[saorsa-]

[Joining with a Brute & a Fae. The Faes history is long; I roleplayed her on another site that I am no longer active on, the Brute will most likely be new, I havent decided yet, so this could take a while.]

Username: Silversky-
Name: Carson
Age: 4 years
Gender: Fae - Female
Rank: Undecided.
Trainee: None.
Appearance: The picture above does not portray Carson quite like I see her. I had an old picture that portrayed her perfectly, but I am unable to find it. Carson is a very small wolf, having been the runt of her litter and sickly during her younger years. She looks more feminine that the wolf in the picture and has softer features. Her eyes are more like a chocolate brown than a amber. She has obsidian fur with little to no silver or brown hairs coloring her coat.
Personality: Carson has endured much and isn't very trusting, although she has much reason to be. She is very shy, and very quiet, and finds it hard to open up to others, especially brutes because she has been hurt so much in the past. She is a gentle soul and can be very loving. She spends some time alone and doesn't speak up much.
History: [At the bottom. Too long to post here.]
Crush: None.
Mate: Never again.
Kin/Pups: They are dead, buried in the earth.
Other: None.



Username: Silversky-
Name: Huttser
Age: 5 years
Gender: Brute - Male
Rank: Undecided.
Trainee: None.
Appearance: Huttser is a large wolf with thick gray fur. He is well muscled and somewhat bulky looking, although he is long-legged. He has excellent speed because of this. His back, tail and some parts of his face are almost black, but they are actually dark shades of silver. His belly, legs and chest are a creamy white color with lighter silver markings around the edges. He has dark amber eyes.
Personality: Huttser is a stern, but not unkindly wolf. He knows his place and can be helpful when his mood complys. He can be a bit tempermental at times, and is somewhat unpredictable, but he is never mean to those he knows and likes. He can be quiet and "off sometimes. He has a horrible temper, when provoked, or tempered with. He likes to spend time alone, although he is comfortable with pack life as well.
History: Huttser was born into a small but loving pack. He was the son of the betas, their only pup. Within a month death claimed his mother through the form of a sickness; she had never fully recovered after his birth. A few weeks later his father died in an accident that Huttser was never fully aware of. A young pup, parentless, he was given to a nurse to be raised and brought up a proper young wolf. As much as he tried, he could never bring himself to love her like a pup would his mother because he had known both of his parents. Huttser became rebellious, often playing too rough with the alpha's younger pups. One day, while sparring playfully Huttser injuried their daughter. He was punished, and the alphas never really forgave him, although the pup, Terra, did. Huttser grew up and began to fall in love with Terra. But her parents forbid them from becoming mates. When they found out about Huttser's and Terra's plans to run away together they banished Huttser from the pack. Huttser and Terra began to meet in secret, and Huttser soon learned that Terra was going to have his pups. When her parents discovered this, they were furious. They drove Huttser off the land, promising that if he ever dared to return they would kill him. He never saw Terra or his pups again.
Crush: None.
Mate: None.
Kin/Pups: None.
Other: None.

Carson's History:

"The sky was a dark iridescent blue so similar to my night-black pelt. As I slipped into the world I made no sound. I was born, into, the shadow. The shadow of my parent’s perfection. And so a faithful elder in my parent’s pack named me. But you may call me Carson. In the days following my birth, I could not see, smell or hear very well at all. As any other wolf pup would be. I was normal, but very tiny, smaller than any of my siblings. Which, may I add, seemed abnormally large to me. And so I waited, patiently, not alone in my darkness, but not in company either.
When I was first able to hear and see and smell, I drank in as much of it as I could stand. The sides of the den walls, the den floor, the sounds of the pack waiting patiently above to greet us, my mother. I looked at the shape of her face, her fur, and her eyes. I loved everything about her. When the time finally came for us to go outside I was excited and sad in a way. After seeing the world, the den would never be the same. I would always yearn for the lush grass and the trees, which I soon found to be large and somewhat frightening.
I was right. The den never again held that safe presence of home. I grew, but not much. I would always be tiny. And I was perfectly fine with that. I was content to sit back and watch my brothers and sisters play. I studied them, and how the adults acted. How they took in the landscape. How they inhaled, how they hunted, how they coexisted with the others. I was jet black, like my father. My siblings, Kari, Anna, Mylee, Maximus, -he hated his name, - and Tyler were all shades of gray, like my Mother. My father was a tall, regal wolf, who went by the name Lakota. His life, along with my mother’s, is another story. I do know that he met my mother long before I was born. Claire, a fine silver wolf with pale eyes was my mother.
How I loved to howl. On windy days, my father would call us together in a loose semi-circle and we would howl. My voice was beautiful and melodic. It seemed soothing and many a times I would howl all by myself, before we went to sleep, and before I knew it, the others would be snoring soundly. I would stay awake and howl softly to the moon. Or sometimes I would sit alone, on a small incline and run a melody through my mind, making changes, adjusting it as I saw fit.
I was soon to figure out that my parents had my life planned out. They constantly worried over me, and how I acted. In my youth I became ill, for Lord knows why, but I always seemed to bounce back better and full of rigorous vigor. The howl I had dreaded for months finally arrived. My parents had found a mate for me. He was from a separate pack, - of course, - and a little younger than me. The age didn’t bother me so much as the fact that I was ending up in, what I thought to be, one of those, dreaded fairy-tales, where you are a princess and happy and content, then you find out that your parents arranged for you to marry some guy, who you don’t even know. I mean Hell! He could end up being so stuck-up, snotty son of a (beep),who is so self-centered it makes me want to puke! So as I heard the howl, I desperately tried to scramble away, out of my parent’s line of vision. Aurora, an older member of the pack, who followed my parents’ every wish grabbed me and pulled me back until my parents, standing on either side of me, ready to snag me at a moments notice flicked their ears and started off. We walked to the border and there he was. I was shy, and explicably nervous, but he gave me a small smile, that showed his nervousness too.
“Well,we will let you two talk…” My mother said quietly. My father was giving him a hard stare, but he loved my mother so he turned with her and walked away. I flinched just the slightest bit when I felt his parent’s eyes bore into me for a split second, probably wondering if I was good enough for their son. I shifted, uncomfortably in the awkward silence. I looked at my paws and he tuned his head so he was gazing off to the side. His fur was a rich brown color, a blend of his parents’ coats. He had light, happy, amber eyes. He quietly cleared his throat and I risked a glance at him. He caught me looking, and smiledslightly.
“Um, excuse me, Miss? I am afraid to say, Idon’t even know your name.” He said politely.
A gentleman. Nice etiquette. I liked that, very formal, and proper. I smiled back. It was small, but with my insides churning it was all I could manage.
“I don’t know yours either, so we are even.”
He smiled at me and said, “I am Caden.”
“Well then, I suppose it is my turn,” I paused. “I am Carson.” I said quietly.
It went on like that for hours and days and weeks and months and years. I was with him for two. We met when I was two and we worked things out to the best of our abilities. It was an awkward relationship, and it would have been for the time come to pass. But, alas it was bittersweet.
We were on our own and we were happy that way. Caden and I were both peaceful wolves. We decided to have pups in the late end of winter. And so it was to be. We were happy and content. I never really knew we were in love until the very end.
In the beginning of spring, the first week actually, we were ‘dropped in on’ by anunexpected visitor. Carlie, my cousin. She was fun loving, hyper, loud and wild. I could tell Caden didn’t care for her, and frankly, neither did I. But we were proper so we put up with our little guest. As soon as Caden emerged from the den, he had been digging it for me, she pranced right up to him and licked his cheek. I flattened my ears, startled, and he recoiled as if he had been struck with a hot iron. I walked over quietly, and introduced him. We never mentioned the pups. Carlie always had her eye on Caden, but she never did anything that made us seem suspicious. She moved on…
A week later, I signaled quietly to Caden, before crawling down into theden. Later that night I welcomed five, beautiful, healthy pups into the world. The den was large, so I barked up to Caden, softly and he slid down on his belly. I tucked the pups close to my stomach, so they wouldn’t get hurt. They kneaded my stomach with tiny warm paws as they suckled. He finally settled down and I smiled warmly at him. He smiled back. The pups grew, slowly. Each passing minute was precious time, and I never left them if I didn’t have to. We hunted on our own, taking down small prey.
A few days later Caden was feeling sick. He stayed away from the den, but close enough to keep watch, while I went hunting. I was gone for hours, it seemed. I lost track of time. When I returned, Caden was nowhere to be found. The den, which was usually filled with sound, was strangely quiet. The small clearing, in which we lived, was filled with a familiar scent, which I couldn’t seem to place my paw on. I walked over to the den, and slid slowly inside. From the moment I set eyes on her, everything was in slow motion. Carlie turned slowly, to face me. Her eyes were crazed with rage. She flicked her head, snapping the spineof the pup in between her jaws. She dropped it to the floor with a thud. My mate was an unmoving heap of fur in the corner. The walls and floor of the den were stained with his blood and the blood of my little ones. She breezed past me, out of the den, and into the clearing. I shot out after her, my eyes streaming with tears. She ran fast, she was lithe, but I was faster. I caught up to her easily. I lunged and flipped her over on her back. She looked at me with angry eyes, and I looked back. I am sure mine were filled with the cold hard grief of a mother. My long dark claws dug deeper and deeper into her skin. I looked into her eyes. The eyes of a killer. A small breeze lit the air and made the dead leaves whistle past us, but never hitting us. It was as if we were in a bubble. Or like in one of those movies, where the characters are there and stuff is happening around them, but they are…frozen?

Time stopped.

I let her go.

I should have killed her.

I didn’t.

I walked back to the den, slowly. I walked in, and curled up next to Caden. He looked at me with blurry eyes and said raggedly, “I am sorry…my fault.”

“S’okay.” I murmured. I leaned over and licked his cheek slowly. I moved so he could rest his head on my stomach. And we lay there, surrounded by our dead little pups. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. When I awoke, Caden was barely alive. He had a wound in his stomach, whichn must have meant it hurt to breathe.

“You can’t die. You can’t leave me….” I whimpered.

“My time…”

“No!” I mumbled, horrified.

“I love you..”

“I love you too…” I whispered against his shoulder. “I am sorry I haven’t said it more.”

“I love you.” He said again, barely a whisper this time.

He died.

I cried, my silent tears staining his beautiful, ravaged pelt.

I took the pups out of the den, one by one. Holding them. Cherishing them. Piece by piece. I buried them one by one. Separate graves. Finally I took him out. I dug a grave. The motion seemed tedious now, unavoidable. Five little ones, one big one. I cried and cried when it was done. My claws were ruined. My tears stained the fresh dirt.





I should have died with them."

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[ Awsome. ^^ And that's okay, MONDAY, the thread went dead for awhile~ ]

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[I just have the histories to do, which might take a while. Carson's in particular is a long one. Sorry if the personalities aren't up to par. Im not good at typing out personalities, especially if I haven't roleplayed the wolf before, because when I do the characters tend to stray from what I have layed out for them.]

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[archeron.]

(Does anyone want to be her mate?)

Brenna looked sad and left the camp to hunt. She caught sight of a lone baby elk "Dummy" she thought to herself and started to stalk the lone animal. She didn't notice the Bull elk right behind her.

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[All finished.... Finally. Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors.]