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

[Solanum]

Viho lunged for it again, grabbing hold of it's back again. Using the claws on one paw, he slashed at the base of it's antlers, hoping to slice one off. He dug his paws into it's sides, his lips curled into a snarl. He flicked his ears back, his pelt bristling with anger. "You leave her alone!" He buried his fangs into the base of it's neck, trying to get a better seat.

[Muggafinn]

Ara:
She yelped and skittered to the side as Viho and the Stag careened past. The Stag had begun to shrink, the color draining out of it's back legs and hind quarters. "Almost there!" She howled as the last bit of Weave exited the skull. The Stag collapsed with a puffing noise and shrank, it's legs curling in and it's head melding into the body. It curled up, suddenly the size of a fawn, then smaller. It let out a bellow before hardening into a smooth, black pebble. The pebble sat there for a second, the clearing silent except for the ragged breathing of the two wolves. "Fox?" Called Ara, nosing around. "Where's Fox?" She asked, looking with wide eyes at Viho. The old wolf sat down with a sigh. "He'll be back in a few years, he always is." She yawned, then curled up, apparently unaware that she had chosen a bone-yard as her napping place.

[Popcorns]

Username*:
Popcorns

Wolf's Name*:
Ciro(Sun in Spanish)

Description*:
Ciro has a light brown fur along with a brown/grey fur around his face. His eyes are a lightish green color and has rings of creamy brown fur around his eyes. He's not a huge wolf, but he's not small either. He's just about one inch taller when it comes to height. Ciro's tail is a mix of all his fur colors. The coloring seems to become a shade dark as it nears the end of his body like his paws and his tail.
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Personality*:
Ciro is a joker. He likes to have fun all the time. Responsability is one of the smaller things on his mind, but it's still there. When it comes to the ladies, he's spending time with them, making flirty jokes here and there if he find the girl atractive. But he does know when it's time to sit down and shut up.

But when his family dissapered, Ciro became mroe observent of the world. Respecting it and other more. He grew more catious in things, and acted much like his twin; snapping at the right time, forcing the rules and laws onto other when he thought they were out of line, and not surgar coating the truth. He'll tell you what is what, sayign that it wouldn't help you at all if he told you only part of the truth.

History*:
Ciro's parents didn't come from these areas. Infact it was a mistake on how he was born here. To keep it simple, Ciro was suppose to be born on the diffrent part of this land, all the way on the oppisite side. Something happened, which Ciro's parents never explained as it makes them ashamed of themselves, but he ended up being born here in the pack. His parents native tounge was a languge simular to human Spanish, but just slightly diffrent. Ciro being brought up in the Lorial pack had no trouble speaking a diffrent languge, but he still held that Spanish accent when growing up and still does.
Pack*:
Lorial
Rank*:
Fighter/hunter
Age*:
Five years
Mate:
N/A
Pups:
N/A

Username*:
Popcorns

Wolf's Name*:
Nike

Description*:
Nike has a creamy colored under belly. The creamy color speads down her legs to her paws, but it only covers half of her legs as on the other half is a warm mocha brown.The brown trails back up her legs and down the top of her back, tail and head. The brown stops at the bridge of hers nose then fawns sdown her shoulders and stops back at the legs. The creamy belly fur spreads up her chest and covers the rest of her muzzle.

Personality*:
Nike is a normaly, well victorious wolf. She often wins, and rarley loses becuase of a distraction. When the she-wolf loses she often gets angery at herself and those that won. She doesn't stop untill she wins that person, and will go for help if needed. But when she does win, or ties even though she doesn't like tying with someone, her mood is better and usally lets other relax. Then Nike is joyful and easy to talk to with out her blowing up. She has mer moments of making fun of the other packs, but then she shuts up realizing her packs own flaws.

History*:
Nike was always a sucseccful pup. She easily defeated the older wolves, even if they went soft on her. Her name, meaning the Goddess of Victory, seemed to be true. Her parents dotted on her when Nike wasn't making them tare their own fur out from her often rebelian as a two year old. Still, Nike seemed to rise to the top. She was kept as a fighter, but never seemed intrested in becoming the wolf that took charge of things when fights were led. He reign of victory seemed to not come to an end, except when her parents died. Her mother died from age, the female being older then her mate.
Pack*:
Hura
Rank*:
Fighter
Age*:
4 yrs
Mate:
N/A
Pups:
N/A

Username*:
Popcorns

Wolf's Name*:
Keegen

Description*:
Keegen's fur colors are very simple. His main, as you can see, are black. Which gives him the advantage of scouting through unfirmilar areas. But somtimes the moon, or a sorce of light will catch the slightest strand of silver hair. His eyes though are a darker color, almost a orange but still a golden stage.

Personality*:
Keegen is a wolf that was raised to put others before him. So he tries to bring the others moods up by telling jokes, humiluating himself or just doing anything to put a smile on someone's face. He's heard people call him stupid, but he's not really. Keegen can be smart, but chooses not to. so he does nothing to stop people when they call him names. Basicly he's easy to push around as he rarley fights back unles it's a wolf that he's not comfertable with.

History*:
Keegen's mother was a soft she-wolf. She didn't do much to get attention, so that's why Keegen's birth along with his deceased sibligns didn't get much attention. Keegen was born during the winter when food was scarce and harder to feed three pups. The male was born with two sisters that both didn't last untill summer. Infact, they died when the temperature started going up and shae of trees only made the temp drop a few degrees.
Back in the present time, Keegen's mother finally jsut left. the older female was a small thing, not capable of pulling her weight around anymore. Not even Keegen knew what was wrong with her, she jsut seemed depressed. Their relationship though was so weak that her leavign didn't really bother him.
Pack*:
Hura
Rank*:
Hunter
Age*:
2 years and 5 months
Mate:
N/A
Pups:
N/A

[Solanum]

Viho fell to the ground, landing on his head and rolling into a tree as the stag decreased in size. He had bruised his nose, but apart from that, he was alright. The fox was worse... "He was destroyed by the stag." He cocked his head at Ara as she curled up to sleep, a small smile creeping onto his face. When he was sure that she was fast asleep, he gently placed her on his back and started to walk back to camp. It would be better for her to sleep there, and he was more than happy to move her.

[Muggafinn]

Amar:
He licked his lips as he started to pull the dead animal back, it was rotten, no wonder no one else would eat it, but wolves have strong stomachs. Careful to avoid bumps on the forest floor he got back to camp.
The young wolf then curled up in camp and wrapped his thick tail over his nose. There was a surprising chill in the air, something that you would not normally see so early in the summer. Maybe it was just him... the others seemed fine after all. The light from the sun was weak behind a imposing layer of clouds that drifted so high in the sky they barely seemed to move. "If any one wants it..." He said, getting up again nervously. He could barely sit still, where was Ara? " She had to be back soon, how long was the walk back? Half an hour? But he had ran, was she walking?" His thoughts went like this for a little while, rolling his options around. He would wait until the sun was at the horizon, then he would go out and look for them.
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[Solanum]

Viho eventually padded back into camp, Ara on his back. He smiled at Amar as he passed him, eyeing up his meal but carrying on walking to Ara's den. After Placing her inside and moving her into a more comfortable position, he padded back over to the other male, sitting down by his kill. "Mind if I take a bit? I'm starving." He looked down at the rotten animal, it wasn't the best of food, but it would do. They were hardy creatures.

[Muggafinn]

Amar:
Amar nodded and prodded at the meat with a paw. "There are no cubs, or any one else that's hungry, have your fill." He said, then took a chunk of his own meat off the rotting animal's flank. "It is all I could find, I take it you killed the Stag?" He asked through a mouthful of meat. It was very good, considering it had been out in the sun for a few days.. By some miracle there were few flies on it, though the fur got stuck in his teeth. "We should save some for Ara though, she looks a little worn out." He added, licking the last of the meat off of his muzzle. It was still oddly cold, but sort of like that chill you feel in your bones, not with your skin and fur. What ever the Weave-Beast had been, it was gone now. Could it have called this weather? Ara summoned storms when the weather was too dry, but you never knew.

[Solanum]

Viho sighed and nodded. "Yes. We need to find ways to make our pack bigger. We had no pups born this season, it worries me... I don't want our pack to disappear..." He took a chunk out of the carcass, holding it down with a paw and tearing small chunks off of it to swallow. "Ara told us to take in loners, but are all the loners out there ones that we can trust?" He sighed again, shaking his head. "Yes, we killed the stag." He wanted to change the subject, it wasn't really one he was comfortable talking about.

[iomedae]

Ravyn got up and shook her pelt clean of dirt. She used her claw and made a circle with her tail. She laughed and she made a face in the dirt. Using her tail, she cleared it. She sighed and sat back down.

[Solanum]

Viho looked back at Ravyn, sighing softly. "Would you like some of this kill?" He cocked his head at her, smiling warmly to try and steer the attention from his nose bruise. It wasn't exactly very attractive, although he didn't care about that. What he did care about was what the pack thought, if they saw their second in command bruised so easily, they might begin to question him. And that wasn't what anyone needed right now.