Not much time left for us. (Wolf roleplay) (Accepting)

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Username: Arion
Name: Streaker
Age: 1 year
Gender: Female
Picture: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/c ... e_Wolf.jpg
Rank: Hunter
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Puppies: N/A
Other: Looking for a mate.

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Username: ♌ ภєקєtค ●Ŧгєคк●
Name: Tastrum
Age: 4 months
Gender: Male
Picture: http://www.kismapreserve.org/images/sub-wolf-puppy.jpg
Rank: "I'm a puppy 'course."
Crush: "Ewww."
Mate: "Why would I need one?"
Puppies: "I am one silly!"
Other: -
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Username: ♌ ภєקєtค ●Ŧгєคк●
Name: Kotlun
Age: 4years
Gender: Female
Picture: http://www.tucsonsentinel.com/files/entryimages/14-wolf-full.jpg
Rank: "I'm a fighter."
Crush: 'None."
Mate: "Nope."
Puppies: "Noo"
Other:

[Sheppie]

((-coughcough- Greenie, Echo, Losty? 83 ))

(Greenie won't join :(...

Accepted :D)

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Username: łøšт.šαиıтч (The one and only Losty! >:3)

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Name:
Sanctum

Age:
Four years of age.

Gender:
Feminine, clearly.

Rank:
Lead Fighter (not much of a surprise x3)

Crush:
"Hahahah! Oh that is so funny! I'm in love with EVERYBODY!"
._. .. Sanctum is a bit on the edge.

Mate:
"...Whuh?"

Puppies:
"Them little balls of fluff? Yeah, I love 'em, but got none."

Other:
She's insane.. literally. XD But she remains composed most of the time.



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Name:
Durza

Age:
Four years of age.

Gender:
Masculine.

Rank:
Hunter preferably.

Crush:
"..."

Mate:
"......."

Puppies:
"....!" *shakes head*

Other:
Durza is mute. He cannot talk at all, or perform any vocalizations besides growling, snarling, barking, grunting, etc. He cannot form words.

[Sheppie]

(LOSTY :DD Deff. accepted :D I guess we could start know, we have enough people.)

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{{Oh yeah! >:3 Everyone, be aware of the she-wolf that is in the loony-bin! XD}}

·÷±‡± šαης†um ±‡±÷·

The arising predicaments are indeed grave, laying a blanketing sheet of trepidation over the forest, tormenting even the wolven within it. Such a waste of days, living them in such fear and grief. Negative predictions of the future, defying chronic time and hope, only bring the mentality of the wolven down further into the hole that they are already trapped in. But, as a particular pack expanded, hope seemed to grow, as did a sense of humor and bliss. A white demoness lifted her muzzle from the crystalline pond that she was nestled beside, her coat fluffed out and uneven, looking as though it had been groomed by an elk. Her black lips pull back over her pearl-white incisors in a broad grin, her crimson pits gleaming brightly, reflecting the radiated rays of sunlight that fluttered down from the sun itself. Within a minuscule of a second, the hellion launched herself up to her paws, using her robust hind legs to propel her away from the pond, and then digging her talons into the soft earth. She flung herself forward, crashing through the brambles and thickets with ease, burrs snagging at her alabaster coat and debris from crinkled leaves clinging to the white fibers. Sanctum was smirking by now, her jaws parting and her tongue flying out of her mouth, saliva dripping down as she raced against the wind, cackles ringing out of her, slicing through the heavy atmosphere.

Her eyes may spark insanity, her cackles may churn even the most fresh carcass and chill a lupine's fur down to the marrow, but heck, she was a spontaneous source of bliss. Sanctum did indeed have negative aspects of her, but there were many great ones as well. She was never in a down mood, also never seen without a grin painted across her face. Indeed, she is an oddity amongst the wolven, but who could blame her? There aren't that many wolves with such high spirits and unstable mentalities, yes? And surely if there are any, they aren't lead fighters within a pack. How is it possible? If only the Moon herself knew. Sanctum leaped over a couple of fallen logs, nearly barreling into Durza, who had been dragging a small fawn back to the Camp to be eaten, as he had found it in a weak state. "DURZA!" She hollered, cackling as she stumbled over her own paws, face-planting into the ground. Even then, she laughed ever harder, her witch-like fashion with laughter making Durza a bit uncomfortable. "Hey, what be wrong there, mate? Lynx got yer tongue, eh?" She guffawed, grinning broadly and leaping up to her paws, shaking the dirt from her pelt, glancing over at Durza with the same insane gleam that she was famous for.




₪ δuƦzα ₪

Durza can remember back in his puphood years, how he had dreamed of finally venturing out into the world outside of his den, wanting to go hunt with his sires, run with the pack, and forever explore the land about him with his sisters company. The uncomfortable feeling in his gut that always screamed at him to roam free, escape the dens clutches.. Explore the beautiful, alluring world that had tempted him so. But as the years went by, that desire seemed to dissolve right before his eyes. Just two years ago, he had been brutally attacked by a rogue wolf, getting his trachea nearly torn to shreds, his vocal strings ravaged. His vocals had not healed properly, and ever since that day, he had never been able to utter a word. Nothing. Completely mute. Never had any lupine understood him. They grimace with disgust at the scars on his neck, spit at him bitterly when he wouldn't respond with words, all because they couldn't know the memoir of that horrid day.. Furthermore, the predicament arose, tormenting all life within the forest. Durza had just about enough of the world outside of the den, the one he had longed for...

Sanctum suddenly crashed over him, nearly scaring the daylights out of him. Durza dropped the head of the fawn that he had captured, staring at Sanctum with shock clearly displayed. At first he thought that she had some significant news to deliver, but when she just performed her usual greeting, Durza narrowed his eyes, huffing with a growl. If he could, he would of told her to stop acting like such a fledgling, to finally be mature and take her rank of Lead Fighter seriously. He would tell her to shut her yap, and leave him be. She may be his sister, but he still wanted her to show some adult qualities. But he couldn't. Durza scowled at Sanctum for a few moments before grasping the fawn in his jaws, dragging back to Camp.

[Sheppie]

(Btw, no one has to reply like Losty, she's just my awesome friend who rps very literate. xD)

Thistle trotted out of her den and shook her fur free from dirt. She then sniffed the air and sat down, she wondered if the other wolves had woken up yet. The alpha female lifted her head, she heard the sound of distant deer and buffalo. During this time of year, the remaining deer and buffalo migrated here for the rich fields of grass. She figured that she would have a large hunting patrol later when everyone was awake. The alpha female also considered taking the pups with just to show them how the adults hunted, and even considered to have them begin training them soon.

[Cupid]

Username:Cherryheart180
Name:August
Age:2 years
Gender:she-wolf
Picture:
Rank: lead huntress
Crush:open
Mate:open
Puppies:none yet
Other:really wants a mate

[Sheppie]

(Accepted.)