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[Solanum]

Rako twitched his nose, looking up at Aleixo. "I don't mind going if that is what you want." He nodded, looking at Nano then back at Aleixo. "Which pack shall I go to?" He smiled, hoping he would get a good pack to go to, and that he would do a good job. He had never done something like this before, he wasn't really sure what to do. "Ermm... Aleixo? Could I please have some simple instructions on what to do as a spy in another pack? I know some things but, which? Is it infiltration or just staying away and watching them?"

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[Abozzo ADOXOGRAPHY]

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Name: Udrai Kloroon [ call me Udrai ]

Age: Four Years and Counting

Gender: Real Brute of a Male

Description: Some say their wolves are massive, but they’re lying. No wolf could be as massive as Udrai. He looms and just towers over the average wolf. He’s like a monster in the eyes of many. And with big size comes huge fangs and claws. He looks about ready to kill someone at any moment and is always hunching his head down when he walks. He claws at stone to give his claws a blunt edge – he says it helps him think as if he’s playing fair, but he says that while laughing, so no one is really sure whether he’s hissing the truth or not. His voice is low and every word rolls off his tongue like venom after rumbling in the back of his throat. He doesn’t even bother softening his footsteps when walking around, because he’s fully aware of his size and how no mammal with brains would attack him.

His pelt is the whitest of whites, nearly glowing like an angle. It looks almost holy, and is odd from the black pelt his mother had and the solid chocolate brown of his father. The only thing that ruins that image is the patch of silver over his nose and muzzle and then encasing his front legs. His eyes are the deepest of golds, but though they should hold the warmth of summer moons, all they project is the icy cold that looms deep within his heart. His lips are black and he has deep rings around his eyes. His paw pads are as snowy as his coat, and his tail is as scrawny as a domestic cat’s.

History: Year one was as normal as any other wolf. He was born, he and his two siblings lived, and he was said to be a true fighter. He began slowly and learned ways quickly, and taught himself how to fend, for his father and mother were always off doing something or other. He even taught his siblings how to cope. He went on his first hunt and caught a rabbit, though mauled it so badly it was uneatable. He was then told he had no skill for catching prey for the Pack, and from that moment on would be trained only as a fighter until he learned the grace of the catch.

So year two was spent sprawling and growling and biting and ripping at others. He received strict training on the right maneuvers to get away from seemingly hopeless situations, how to flip, how to clench, how to hold, and then how to kill. How to kill swiftly without causing pain, and how to kill like a true animal, leaving the kill there to writhe and die slowly. He enjoyed this kind the most, listening to their fading cries as they begged it to end. But, of course, this treatment was only used on things like intruding wolves and ones found to be double agents.

This year was also when he experienced his first battle. He jumped and just dominated the battle field with all that he learned, and applied everything nearly flawlessly. This was a shock to the Pack as they watched him and for the first time learned what kind of a monster they had to tackle and teach. His mentor told him he was being too harsh and that he needed more instruction. Udrai submitted only because he was slightly lower in the Pack's pecking order, and learned how to control his anger and to channel it when most needed.

Now they had a killer with self control.

Year three was when he was so skilled, no one could match him. Many told him to try and kill the Alpha and to rule them, but he shoved them off. He told them he knew he didn't have the level mind needed to control a Pack, and that he would run them straight into ruin. He was smarter than that, so he stayed in his place. He stalked and watched and just observed. Though he didn't want to be Alpha, he did want to be Beta. Why? Because he was sure of himself as an enforcer. He could keep the Pack in check and watch the Alpha's back, but when the Beta died and a new one was chosen, it was not him.

Bracken. That dog. He stole it.

This started Udrai's temper issues, and he stalked the grounds at night, clawing at the ground and snarling at anyone who came close to calm him. He swore on his life he would have been a better choice, and howled that harshly into the night. The trees shivered at his promise of death, and the flowers came to him to tell him to obey those in higher rank. He swiped at them and said that he would wait. He wouldn't let anyone know he wasn't as loyal as first glance.

He also went on his first successful hunt, and was officially the one called in to hunt giant prey that only his size and power could catch. If the Pack is in a tight spot, they agreed that he could go after the bucks and drag the meat back to the camp. He was proud that the Pack relied on him for the big prey.

Year four just started, and his anger towards Bracken has dulled by a significant amount, and though he will still acknowledge those in higher rank, he is determined to prove he is a better choice and a wolf that can be relied upon in tough situations.

Personality: Past personalities don't matter. If they did, I'd be telling you how angry he could get, but how he could control anger and channel his power through emotions, and then how his control snapped and he was a monster loose in the forest.

Currently, he is level headed. He wll asses situations and won't let his emotions get the better of him. He is loyal and would never turn his back on a Pack member in need. But his loyalty burns strong, so if you lie to him or anyone in the Pack, or in any way threaten the Pack's survival, I can promise he will not hesitate to rip your throat out and throw you to the fires from which he was born.

He is swift to judge, and usually judges correctly. He can be suspicious and weary, and if he thinks you're going behind his back, he will stalk you and scare you out of your mind. When people are scared, he discovered, they're more likely to loose their act and just go on what comes into mind first. This is how he's discovered liars. Being as huge as he is, all he needs to do is bare his fangs and watch you in the night.

He does not usually hunt for the Pack, and is the one left behind in charge if both the Betas and Alphas are out. He sits promptly like a leader and surveys the area around him. He knows he should be in charge, but he would never admit it to anyone outside himself.

He is very strict about ranking and will always submit those deemed higher, and will rarely fight back in battles of dominance. When caught in a bad mood, though, he will raise his tail and he will look you straight in the eye and ask you if you really want to fight him. At times like these, the whole Pack must be around him, telling him to back down and think slowly. This usually works and he'll scratch at the ground and prowl away to his secret area in the forest and slide his claws along stone and lash out at the flowers that grow in abundance. He'll be back by morning, and it'd do you best to pretend you couldn't hear his howls of rage in the previous night.

Rank: Warrior, though he is bound to be jealous of the Prophecy Wolf of Fire.

Pack: Ash Pack, if you really need to know.

Mate: Hah! Love? Like he needs that kind of blinding emotion.

Offspring: --

Other: --

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Name: Cit Lorest [ Cit is just fine ]

Age: Two Years as of Yesterday

Gender: The Weakest Male

Description: Scrawny, short, lean and weak. That puts Cit in a nutshell. He's defiantly the weakest in the pack with barely any fighting bulk on him. Heck, even the females in the Pack can over power on sheer weight. For some reason, he never inherited his father's bulk, and instead got a wiry, curly kind of ridged coat and a lean build. If any wolf had thought about more than just fighting in this time frame, they might have taken notice to his acute smelling and hearing abilities, as well to his stamina and speed, but sadly, no wolf paid attention and he never received proper training and is truly at the lowest of the low. His teeth are short along with his claws, which have been worn to a dull edge. His only hope in a battle would be to high tail it out of there.

His pelt is, as said before, short and curly, wiry and rough to the touch. It's an odd mutant gene, but it helps him slip through thickets without as much pain and annoyance as some other wolfs might experience. He's a lush golden brown, though the color is dulled by the fur texture, and he has a large patch of black on his back along with the midnight hue covering parts of his tail, paws, and face. You could imagine him like a German Shepherd-colored wolf. That should put an accurate image in your mind. Note that he has no German Shepherd blood in him and he is a pure wolf. Fluffy tail, small ears, and hidden scars about raps this brief description up.

History: His whole life has been day after miserable day. He was born weakest of the litter, breath labored, heart slow. The Pack expected him to die and just looked at him with the saddest of eyes. His mother felt her soul break for her first pup. His father was immensely disappointed, as he was supposed to be birthed the strongest and one day rule the Pack. So he shivered and huddled close to his siblings, but slowly, they died instead. After the first month of life, he was the only one left, and he started to gain more strength. But, by this point, his mother was shattered and said he was a curse. She even attempted to take his life, but his father stepped in to protect him. With a snarl, he said if Cit could not rule, that he would be put to another use.

And another use it was.

He was mocked and pushed around, and whenever there was fresh kill, he got to be the last to dine. He was told to sleep away from the rest of the Pack because of the fleas and ticks that were never groomed off of him by his family members. Day by day, his esteem crumbled and he just submitted to everyone and let the treatment go on.

I guess it was only lucky for him the war found its way to his Pack sooner rather than later.

While the rest of the Pack stayed and fought violently with one another, he fled. He ran as fast and as far as he could away from the blood shed, away from the pain he would experience if he had stayed. And finally, when he had come out of hiding, there were only three left. Three Packs for him to choose from. So he went crawling to the nearest one and begged to be taken care of. They saw his shocking state and quickly brought him into warm paws, but he only flinched from the offers and told them that he had been raised to expect less than standard.

I hate to tell you his past was a genuine sob story, but it really was, and there's no changing that.

Personality: The years he's spent within the packs has had a harsh effect on him. He has his head down and his tail between his legs. He slinks when he walks and just tries to get out from under your obviously much bigger size. He's such an easy target. His mental capabilities are endless from his intelligence, but what he knows is limited, so he often blunders over words and scrambles to get sentences out and correct in structure. He will follow orders even at the risk of pain, regret, loss and death. He's there to please, he keeps telling himself. Why else would God have put him on the earth like this?

To add to his weakness, he'll forgive anything that's ever been done to him. Heck, he forgets things he doesn't want to remember instantly. These scars he bears all over his body? Eh! They probably don't care or remember, so why should he? Just laugh it off in the end. But don't laugh it off in front of them. That's a really horrible idea.

Just keep in mind, even with all of this other stuff, he will always go with what the stronger forces say to do. He may be loyal to his Alpha, if another comes and grabs him by the throat and tells him to do something and no one is around to protect him, he will do it. If they tell him to go back home and slaughter his Alpha, he'll go home and tell the Alpha what happened, and then attempt at his life. He doesn't want to obey every stranger's whim, but it's instinct as of now. It's a chink in his already too thin armor.

Don't get him mixed up with a double agent, though, because he isn't one. He won't outright go home and lie about being threatened. He won't ever lie to his birth Pack. He'd turn on them if told to bluntly, but he would tell them about it and why he was doing it. In a situation of two equally strong wolves battling over who he obeys, he'll go to the one that will inflict the most pain. And if both are matched, he'll just lay there, confused with birds flying around his vision.

He's like a lost pup who needs guidance. So used to bullying, he doesn't fight back.

Rank: Sikla

Pack: Where the Willows grow.

Mate: I get the feeling most wouldn't want to have him as their mate.

Offspring: This question is null and void.

Other: --

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Would you be interested in this for an RP site? Any improvements?: I wouldn't join off site, to be truthful. It's not advanced and I do not RP off forums. Been there, tried that, decided it wasn't for me. If this went off site, I'd be very happy for you, but I wouldn't bring my characters in unless I had a big change of mind. Improvements? None at the moment, though I'll probably tell you if I find some later on.

[Geronimo.]

((Accepted! And this is fairly intermediate by CS standards, though I could be stricter..))

[Lovely Radiance]

Dustu turned and lowered his head dangerously, that small glint in his eyes that told you he would kill without a second thought. He loved his size and how beautifully his muscles popped out all over his grey body. As he waited for Isi's answer, Dustu stalked tword his own special place in the shade. Making his way over, Dustu's keen eyes saw Cit nearby, hudled away from the rest of the wolves. Hah, like usual.

Now his eyes widened, and gazed upon Cit with an odd, crazed expression. Stalking over to Cit, Dustu slammed his face into his. "Your in my way, Scrawny." He nearly hissed. "Move your tail, or i'll move it for you..."

Dustu unsheathed his claws slowly, letting the curve of them sink into the ground like water.

[Lovely Radiance]

(sorry for double posting but bump.)

[Geronimo.]

((I am sorry, all, but I feel this has died. If any of you want to create another version of this, feel free.))