*Weaver's Wars* Literate Wolf Role play. Accepting!

[ᴄᴀʀʀᴏᴛᴄᴀᴋᴇ.]

Username*: Mossnose
Wolf's Name*: Tria
Description*: Pure white wolf with one green eye and one blue/white. She has several scars on her legs, head, muzzle, and chest. She is slightly smaller than the others in her pack, and her blue/white eye is blind.
Personality*: She is, for the most part, and kind and forgiving wolf. But if you get on her back side, you could see the reason for the scars. She can get rather over protective, snappy, and loud. She is rather shy around wolves she does not know.
History*: She wandered the forest, attacking farmers cows. Soon one of the farmers caught her in actiuon though, and it took some time for her to escape. She had to out run the animal control cars, the dogs, and their horrible guns which could kill a wolf instantly. She knew much about them, though, because she had seen kindness in one. When she was a pup, and her family was gone, and single female child had watched over her and fed her. But one day when she came to the camp of the girl, her mother blinded her in one eye. She swore never to trust humans.
Pack*: Huru
Rank*: Healer
Age*: 2 3/4 years(human)
Mate: None
Pups: None

Username*: Mossnose
Wolf's Name*: Buro (Bur-i-oh)
Description*: Lighter gray wolf with deep blue eyes and a black muzzle. He has three deep brown paws(back right, back left, and front right)and one white.
Personality*: He will attack and defend at the sight of battle, and he can get extremely aggresive. His good side is sweet, kind, loving, sweet, caring, and protective.
History*: He used to live on an animal reserve, but it burnt down. He found Tria, but never walked to her to say hi. Instead he ventured in the other direction, and soon found his home pack.
Pack*: Lorial
Rank*: Hunter/fighter or Second in command
Age*: 3 (human)
Mate: None
Pups: None

[Muggafinn]

((Accepted, you can start now if you want))

[Muggafinn]

((I will play the two Weavers for now, PM me why you deserve the post if you want it))
Ara was sitting on the cliffside, gray paws folded in front of her as she watched the valley unfold beneath her. A small wind twirled the dust around her into a spiral, blurring her outline into a fuzzy wolf-shape as she looked around. She could hear better than most, it took a long time to learn how to bend the air to funnel sounds to your ears, but it was worth it. She could hear the ragged breath of hunting wolves far below her, and again in the distance a menacing hum, a sound that had troubled her for months now, what could it be? There were no other packs here, she knew that, her grandmother had finished off the Kinklavin wolves long before she was born. However, there was work to be done. With a sigh she got to her feet, she still hadn't found another Weaver to take her place, she would go on living in this world until another stood up to the job, but life is life, she wasn't ready just yet.

[ᴄᴀʀʀᴏᴛᴄᴀᴋᴇ.]

(Thanks!)
Tria yawned and stretched, tail sweeping the ground. Instantly her head shot up and her gaze swept around. Anything could be hiding in a bush or twig or... Then she remembered she didn't have to run anymore. She was safe in the Huru pack with other wolves and food. There was nothing like the mother person to attack her, to blind her, and to hurt her for being a wolf. As she stood up, she saw Ara a little ways off. She padded up to her and dipped her head. "Hello Ara. How are you today?"

Buro looked around and smacked his lips. He could still taste his last meal on his tounge, and he enjoyed it. he stood up on all four paws for a moment, then shuffled away to lay down somewhere else. Maybe in a bush or something covered. His mouth was dry and he padded around looking for a stream of water. He wandered far away from the camp until he found one and no one could see him. His tounge lapped up the soothingly cold water.

[Muggafinn]

Ara dipped her head, turning her graying muzzle away from the glaring sunshine up above. "I've been better." She said, absentmindedly sending a rock spinning across the dry and cracked earth. "This cold really gets to your bones, and not a drop of rain either." she grumbled, squinting at the horizon. "I'm calling a storm tonight, could you whip up something to help these old joints of mine? I don't want to slip up during the summoning." She hated convincing the clouds and the wind to work together, not to mention it was like a beacon for any Weavers who might be in the area, it would radiate energy with every passing moment. She lowered her voice, pressing her ears to her skull. "And some thing is wrong in the North, a humming, like a thousand bees all trying to speak at once."

[ᴄᴀʀʀᴏᴛᴄᴀᴋᴇ.]

Tria looked at Ara and nodded. If she was goind to summon a storm, she knew it would she hard. She trotted off and rumaged in her den for a few minutes, then came out with something dangling from her jaws. It was shaped like a cup and was filled with a oddly colored liquid. She thought it would help her concentrate. And she really needed this to work, for she was running low on supplise. Nothing was going to grow without rain, and at any time an atack could come. She reached Ara and lied down the cup. "Try this. I think it will work," she pushed it closer to her. The next part she whispered,"I hope." It wasn't even a whisper. It was a breath with words. But she looked back up with a smile.

[Muggafinn]

Ara nodded her thanks and picked it up in her mouth, trotting away to find a suitable place to preform the summons. The ancient wolf sat down slowly and blasted a ring of cold air around her, sending leaves whipping away in a wide circle. There was a large storm in the west, Ara wasn't sure if the wind was pushing it to her or farther away, she would just hope for the best. She snapped the crude, rolled clay jar open with a pop, it had been patted down with some unfortunate apprentice's nose and filled with the liquid. She gulped it down quickly, sneezing as she did. The ring of air she had sent out was at least a mile away now, it had slowed down, but not stopped and was sweeping the area for anything that could help her. She couldn't afford to waste all of her energy on this now though, there was a storm to be called. It was less dramatic than one would think, she just sat there for a few hours and tried to bribe the winds and water with what ever she could.

[Muggafinn]

(Bump, just going to do this every so often between posts in the interest of getting more members)

[ᴄᴀʀʀᴏᴛᴄᴀᴋᴇ.]

Tria watched Ara walk off and she silently wished for a storm to come. She trotted down the cliffside and the valley, and the dust poofed up in clouds behind her. It was so dry. Please rain, please rain, please rain! Ara was smart, but she was afraid she had messed up with getting the right thing. Maybe she had gotten something for sleep or... No! Don't think like that! Ara is fine. There will be rain.

[Muggafinn]

Ara sneezed again and shook her head, than sat down, chin resting on her paws. The storm clouds were boiling in the East, rolling over each other far faster than they should be able to. It spread out as the sky darkened, muted thunder rumbled in the distance. Ara had stood again and had her eyes closed tight, she was so tired, she just wanted to sleep, but the storm was coming. The wing that had propelled the storm from behind hit the camp and whipped the pine tree's tops rapidly, the wind came in waves, each one stronger than the next. The storm spilled it's load above the mountainous region where the wolves lived, drenching every one. Ara crumpled into a lump of gray fur, lying in the mud that was no forming all around her. Frogs were already croaking happily in one of the refilled ponds, but a whole lot of good that would do them.