Ƭ н ɛ Ɖ ɛ ʌ ι ℓ ' ƨ Ƙ ι и ❇ semi-literate ❇ two spots

[Destonation]

{ you may be able to start. Okami's name is on the front page. Don't take my word for it though }

(( My posts will hopefully come tomorrow, but yes, you are correct. When a dog's name is on the front page, unless I have stated otherwise, they may start. o3o

And while I'm at it, Preposterous! Glad to see you back here! :3 You are accepted. ))

[Arouria]

(Righto then, does anyone have an open dog I could start out with? Maybe we could start a raid or something? I dunno, ideas?)

[Clavicle]

[I haven't started yet so my character is free, but I doubt that he'll go out on a raid, since its not his job and he has better things to do *coughsleepingcough*]

[country.girl]

{ if you want, he can talk to my charcter, Ajax. he is free too }

[Destonation]

β я ʋ c ɛ

cʋяяɛит мσσ∂ :: Uneasy / "Zzzzz..."
ℓσcαтισи :: Under the George Washington Bridge
ιитɛяαcтισи :: Siren / no one
cяʋƨн :: "Pssh..."

Much of the hope he had conjured up for the forthcoming prophecy was soon gone, as Siren bluntly told it off. Even so, he would not let himself succumb to the idea that there was no chance of the prophecy coming soon. Surely there must be a chance, no matter how small, that the prophecy would come soon, if not in the next few days. Hopeful as he was, there was that little part of him that told him that it was not going to come. Ever. This part of himself was quickly shaken off by the larger part of himself, the part that was determined to believe in the prophecy. However, he did agree with her that it wasn't the most likely thing. But hey... They could be that one in a million chance. When she spoke again, it was not with the previous softness she had had but a moment before, it was the tone she used when scolding a dog. He wasn't sure if he liked it, but it had been used on him many times before. He had become accustomed to being in his current position when Siren was granting him small pieces of her wisdom.

He knew Siren was right, he should stop occupying his mind with things such as this, for it would always be a futile effort. Still, how could he stop worrying when the pack for generations to come was at stake? Every alpha prior, and probably every alpha after, had and would have this as their main concern. He could only hope that when he died he was going to die with the peace of knowing that all was well, however he could not allow himself to think like this. He should just simply live in the now, not worrying himself about what was going to happen tomorrow but he knew that would never happen. As Siren turned and left him standing there, he came to the sudden realization that she had evaded his question with subtlety. He did not know whether she had overlooked his question due to unimportance but.. Wait. The question that he had asked was of utmost importance, and many other wolves, at least as he suspected, were beginning to find it odd that he had not had anything to report to them in so long.

This was not a good conclusion for the conversation that he had been waiting for, as he had hoped to have his question answered with a clear, satisfying answer. Alas, the world has never been kind to those who have troubles, and he should have known that it would not begin doing so now, simply for wishes of but a single dog. Sighing, he turned and stalked away from the place that he and Siren had had their exchange, all the while staying out of the reach of the Sun, which was still in the process of awaking a once sleeping city. He supposed that he should go get that sleep that he had promised to both Kali and Siren, for they were both right. It was probably what had been clouding his judgement to this moment. Walking slowly back to the place he had left only twenty minutes ago, his eyes began to droop. He was asleep before he laid down in the crevice of the bridge.





Δ ℓ ʏ ƨ ι α

cʋяяɛит мσσ∂ :: Becoming a little more relaxed, again.
ℓσcαтισи :: An alleyway a few blocks from the GW Bridge
ιитɛяαcтισи :: Zach
cяʋƨн :: "I've never had one..."

Alysia watched as Zach seemed to catch onto the scent of something, and soon after this, his stomach made a low growling noise. She let a small smile creep onto his face as she watched him. Soon, she caught onto the scent as well. It smelled delicious, and although she wasn't sure what it could be, it must be something amazingly prepared by those two-leggeds. Her nostrils were filled with the scent, and it smelled like a meat of some sort. Sort of like the kind of smell that the street vendor's carts would give off, even though she never went near them. After she got over the smell, she shifted her gaze to Zach's face. His eyes showed worry, and she hoped that he hadn't been worried about her, she was fine. Her little excursion away from the pack had only been so she could have a little time to be alone. She had grown up basically on her own, so she was still not quite accustomed to being around more than two dogs at a time. That was why she had been hesitant to join the pack, but she knew that if she didn't they would have no choice but to kill her. She still shivered at this prospect, and a small one journeyed up her spine now.

Following me? I'm not sure whether to be scared, delighted, or just plain happy. She shrugged and giggled a little, "Now, I feel special." She watched as a sneaky smile made it's way onto his face and wondered what he was thinking about. She tilted her head when he said this, because she had never heard Bruce say this. However, she could definitely imagine him saying that. She knew that it wasn't out of lack of trust, but out of the worry that something could happen to them since they were smaller. This, she knew, would never happen. She and Zach were too smart to do anything stupid that a regular pup might do, and she knew that Zach knew it too. But she couldn't help but let out another little giggle at his attempted impression of Bruce. It was... Special. She did think that what Zach said that Bruce said would be pointless, as it would just serve as a motive to get out and explore more. It really wouldn't help. Then again, if he just said 'You can go where ever you want whenever you want.' someone was bound to get themselves in trouble.

She looked at him with a slight hint of amusement. Was all he could ever think of hotdogs? "Try again." She smiled at him playfully. The correct thing was but a fundamental idea. Survival. Such a simple word, and yet it held the fates of millions of dogs around the city, and around the world. Zach seemed to like food a lot, and she knew that she liked it too, but it really wasn't what she thought about much. She also couldn't help but let a small smile creep onto her face when he started off about how nice hotdogs were. Classic Zach... She rolled her eyes playfully. When they got back onto the subject of where she had been, she couldn't help but wonder herself. Where had she been? She hadn't really been, or been going anywhere specific, just going off into her own thoughts, allowing herself to be alone for a few days. And although she liked it, she also missed some of the others at the same time. "Hm..." She made a 'thinking' noise, "A little bit of here, a little bit of there." She hoped he understood her answer. "I've just... Lived alone for so long that it's weird for me to be in such a large group. I just wanted some alone time."

[like a king.]

(( Sorry that I haven't been replying guys, I'm stuck under a giant truck full of Writer's Block. And I have a strange felling that I'm forgetting something, then there's always that sticky humidity stuff in the air. Gross. >.<

I'll try to reply as soon as I can / once someone interacts with either of my charries. ))

[Destonation]

(( Uni: When Bruce wakes up, he will go pay Niall a visit. o3o

Also, I know I've asked you guys about this before, but could you please tell your friends? I am apparently doing a bad job getting word of this out there. n_n" ))

[enigma.]

Demetri|Male|Calm|Talking to: Alysia/Zach

As Demetri walked he listened to the clicking of his paws along the cement. The shadows were cold to his body. Turning his head hour stared at the sunlight, longing for its warmth once again. A soft sigh found its way out as he kept walking. When two familiar voices penetrated his ear canals he stopped and listened. Looking around he pinpointed the source and followed it closely. Stopping and peering around a corner he noticed Alysia and Zach. A soft smile found its way to his face, he couldn't help but love their adventurous nature. Revealing himself he turned the corner and looked at the two. "A little far from home are we?" He joked, letting the two know he wasn't mad, only a little worried. "Are you both okay? I know some have been a little worried of your absence." He told them and lowered his head a little. It didn't really do much, he was somewhat short so they both rose to a good height compared to them. He eyed the two trying to find any scratches or cuts along their body. "No one.... saw you. Did they?" He asked cautiously, frankly he dreaded the question.[/center]

[Clavicle]

[Alright, I am going to need a detailed recap before I can start posting. :3]

[wolfpuppies]

((If they're still needed, I can make an adult female as well; also let me know if there are any changes I should make in either of these profiles ^^))

{ wolfpuppies } { Bailey } { Male } { Critical }

Ƭнɛ βαƨιcƨ--

ʋƨɛяиαмɛ } wolfpuppies

иαмɛ } Bailey

иιcκиαмɛ } Only Bailey

βяɛɛ∂ } Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever

ɢɛи∂ɛя } Male

αɢɛ } 42 moons (3 1/2 years)


Ƭнɛ ˩σσκƨ --

нɛιɢнт } He's about 20 inches tall at the shoulder.

ωɛιɢнт } He weighs about 48 pounds.

ɛʏɛ cσℓσя } His eyes are a pale golden brown, a hue slightly lighter than his coat.

ρɛℓт } Bailey has a bright light gold-brown pelt with white just under his chin and in a large diamond patch on his chest. His toes are also white, although his right forepaw has a white sock of white. His fur is fairly thick and is wavy - giving him the appearance of windblown fur. Another feature of Bailey's fur is the feathering along his legs, which is thicker along his back legs.

вʋιℓ∂ } Bailey is a small dog with a fairly narrow, sleek build for running. His chest and hips are slightly wider than the rest of his torso/abdomen.

∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ } None really.


Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --

cяʋƨн }No crush as of now.

мαтɛ } None currently.

ғαмιℓʏ } Amber(mother), Maxon(father), Sky(sister), Dawn(sister) – unknown if they are dead or alive as he was adopted at eight weeks of age and his owners moved shortly after they adopted him


Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ } Bailey is a slightly withdrawn, mistrustful dog. While he won't quickly bond to just anyone, he stays loyal to those he's come to trust. This former pet, who used to be open and joyful, is now short-tempered and harsh. He doesn't often sugarcoat what he says, but rather speaks his mind and what he considers to be the cold-hard truth of things.
However, Bailey does have a sweet side, that not many get to see. He's very gentle and loving toward pups of any kind - having grown a soft spot for them after looking after one for so long. Bailey is very protective of young canines, readily defending them against whatever he considers to be a threat. Despite his new lifestyle, he will never change his affection nor his protective nature toward pups - even if it is a threat to his own survival.

нιƨтσяʏ } Bailey grew up as a hunter's companion. As his breed name suggests, he flushed waterfowl from land and water before retrieving them - once shot - for his master. He grew up happily, being loved by and giving it back tenfold to the humans he lived with. Shortly before he turned a year old, his owners took in a Labrador Retriever puppy and he helped in raising the sweet pooch.
A few weeks after the Lab turned four months old, Bailey was taken out for a ride and was dumped on the side of the road. His owners left him to his own devices, with only his training and his collar to remember them by. The male had heard of the mystery pack and at first thought their existence a myth - a story to scare pups and new strays. However he felt an irresistable pull to where the pack stays, and thinking it was his interest in the water he drew closer only to be surrounded by the dogs of the pack. They gave him his options and he reluctantly accepted to join the pack. He's been with the pack for nearly two and a half years now.

ℓικɛƨ } Water, Full moons, and constant breezes

∂ιƨℓικɛƨ } Arrogant dogs, humans, hot days

ғɛαяƨ } Getting caught by humans being killed by the pack

Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --

яαиκ } Raider or Delta Male?

σтнɛя }Nothing

As an adult

{ wolfpuppies } { Cheyenne } { Female } {Shy}

Ƭнɛ βαƨιcƨ--

ʋƨɛяиαмɛ } wolfpuppies

иαмɛ } Cheyenne

иιcκиαмɛ } Chai (like the tea)

βяɛɛ∂ } Border Collie

ɢɛи∂ɛя } Female

αɢɛ } 3 moons (3 months)


Ƭнɛ ˩σσκƨ --

нɛιɢнт } Right now, Cheyenne is 7 inches at the shoulder; as an adult she will be 17 inches at the shoulder.

ωɛιɢнт } Currently Cheyenne is about 12 pounds; as an adult she’ll be approximately 32 pounds.

ɛʏɛ cσℓσя } Her right eyes is a pale baby blue while her left eye is a rich, dark chocolaty brown.

ρɛℓт } Cheyenne is a blue merle Border collie with a pure white ruff, chesht, and underbelly. Her muzzle is also white, although as she grows older light brown patches begin to show along the underside of the merle coloring around her eyes. The merle coloration along her body consists of mostly light gray, slightly silvery fur with a multitude of dark gray and black spots of various shapes and sizes. The majority of her legs, her paws, and her tail tip are also entirely white.

вʋιℓ∂ } She is a sleek, slim female who’s on the small side – even by breed standards. She has slight feathering along her ears and legs. Her fur is thick and glossy, as well as smooth and soft.

∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ } A few distinguishing features of Cheyenne are her thick bushy tail, apparent even though she is still a puppy. She has one partially folded ear (her right ear), which sometimes appears to be folded completely closed (from certain angles), and a completely erect ear (the left ear). On her left shoulder is a merle spot that looks faintly like a splitting heart.


Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --

cяʋƨн }No crush as of now

мαтɛ } None, too young to take a mate

ғαмιℓʏ } She doesn’t remember them except for that her mother’s name was Star and that she smelled like tulips and poppy (from owner’s garden). She also vaguely remembers that she had three littermates whom were all black-and-white collies, like her mother.



Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ } Chai is a very timid pup. Due to the constant abuse from her littermates, mostly in them pushing her away and keeping her from nursing/eating, she never gained any confidence in herself. Cheyenne is easily dissuaded from sticking up for herself and will often back down when challenged by any. However she has come to using her cunning and natural born agility to get around those that are bigger than her and even more aggressive, mostly when she’s desperate for food. She is quite intelligent and is a very inquisitive pup, yet she seems reserved and shy as she is often scared of most things.

нιƨтσяʏ } Cheyenne was born to an upstart breeder who wasn’t fully educated on puppy care and who was mostly interested in profits. While he kept all of the puppies for their first month, he began to wean them too early and then forced them to eat food their bodies weren’t quite ready for. Miraculously, all four made it through their next month and he began to adopt them out for large sums. However, Chai wasn’t adopted and into her ninth week he dumped her out on the street and he went back to breed her mother as soon as he could to get more money. The young pup has been out on the streets, doing her best to survive, since then.

ℓικɛƨ } The moon, feeling safe, running (not for her life though), wind, snow (from what she’s heard about it from her mother), tall grasses, flowers

∂ιƨℓικɛƨ } Confrontation, being cornered/picked on, stealing, her fur sticking to her when she’s wet

ғɛαяƨ } Being forced to fight, never finding her home/true place in the world, thunder, most things that are larger than her (adult dogs, cars, humans, cats, etc)

Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --

яαиκ } Pup

σтнɛя }Nothing