xXx The Sunshine Wolf pack..V2! xXx New and Open

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Rock tilted his head. 'Kay.'

[~Konata~]

luna sighs "your welcome here anyways"

[I<3Dogs14]

Taz looked at Lilly and nuzzled her

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Rock tilted his head. 'Thanks..'

[cookies.]

Feather splashed water at Rock and ran lightning speed away, laughing.

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Rock curled his lips back. 'Stupied..' He murmurettered.

[Sorbet Ice Cream!]

(Sorry I haven't replied.. I've been getting ready to go on holiday.. I'm going in two days c: No need for a recap, I've read everything.)

Glaze wished that she didn't have such good hearing as she finally got back to her camp. She had heard everything that had gone on between Blaze and Janai.

Tyrant was walking around the Forest when he saw Slade run past him. "What's the matter with you now?" He called after her, sitting down and waiting for her answer.

Feral yawned and decided to go for a walk.

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Slade skidded to a stop. 'Nothing. No need to ask.' She said and started trotting away.

{^^ Lucky.}

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Username:
. snow leopard .
Name:
Storm
Gender:
Female
Age(HumanYears):
3 and 5 months
Rank:
None, Loner
Pack:
Loner
Persionlaty:
Storm is not one for friendly games or relaxing. Her mind is a vortex of spiraling information and judgements. "Friend" is not a word that fits anywhere into her vocabulary. To her, the pack is not a place for forging bonds and for making jokes - it is a link of mutual agreement for the bettering of the likelihood of survival. Like a storm, Storm is relentless and unforgiving. She will do whatever it takes to make sure that she will carry on - even if it takes her to the teetering point of life.
In her endeavors, Storm has taught herself the way of the herb, how to hunt, how to fight, and how to outsmart even the most sly of the coyotes. She does not take no for an answer, and will not tolerate any signs of weakness. Weakness, to her, is anything that is not constructive to making life possible. Though she does not see a point to love, she will choose a mate - likely to be the strongest and best suited for providing offspring - just to spread the line of her genealogy and ensure the survival of wolves for years to come.
Many have made the claim that she is all data and no emotion, but that would not be true. Her anger is quick as a whip, and her trust brings out an entirely different side that extremely few have ever gotten the chance to get to know. That softer, more delicate side remains hidden, because Storm sees kindness as a weakness and an openness for enemies to strike her down. She also suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder, which has led to periods of withdrawl, where she becomes unable to be reached, as well as a nagging voice in her head that counters her every thought with ideals of happiness and not just seeing the roses for their use, but enjoying their sight and smell as well.
History:
Eight months.

It was for the first eight months of her life that Storm of the Rose Petals listened in rapt silence to the stories of the endeavors and feats of the pack she was born in to. For six of those eight months. Her brother Dusty had been partner to these story sessions. But he was dead because he was not strong. They had been warned that they would not be treated specially just because their parents were the alphas. And so, because he had not heeded the warning, Dusty was dead. A hole sat in the young female's heart, left from the absence of her cheerful brother. But now she was eight months old. Father had trained her. She was ready.

Alongside her was her best friend and partner in everything she did - Cole. The two would be in the leading front in a border skirmish between the Rose Petal Pack and the Shadowed Grove Pack. The fight was magnificent. The Rose Petal Pack was easily crowned victor as they watched their enemies run away, whimpering with fear. Storm had never felt so exhilarated in her life. It was the. That she knew she was meant to be a warrior and defender for her pack. Her friend, Cole, too found his calling there (but truthfully, he would have fallowed Storm anywhere).

Storm and Cole were a dynamic duo. No wolves made it any further than a few meters within the borders when they were on patrol. It was the strength here that earned Storm and Cole their reputation among packs. Word spread quickly. Soon, there were very few lone wolves that would venture anywhere near the territory.

Storm took everything seriously. There was no time for her any longer to bother with playing. She was a yearling, and it was soon time to have her mate chosen for her. She would be expected to decide wheel their he was good for the line by the next winter. With things as calm as they were, patrols got boring, and the male chosen, an elder by four years whose name was Adam, was far from a knight in shining armor.

It was during one of the patrols that Storm expressed her exasperation to Cole. "What was he thinking?! Adam is more suited for being a gossip than a mate." Though she did not see it, Cole looked relieved.

Because he had not forgotten the promise that they had made after they first met. They had sworn to be partners in everything - even love. One might take his affection to be obligated, but it was hard to not be entranced by the gorgeous female as she sniffed at a white flower.

Storm denounced Adam, and the male was sentenced to death. That was when Cole made his move. They were a year and six months now, and he wanted Storm for himself.

It went better than he could have imagined. They were both so happy, that they forgot their placid masks as they returned to the den. Suspicious, Tiger had Cole subject to torture until he admitted what they had done. There was a blur, and the handsome black male had fallen lifelessly to the ground.

Storm was banished with words that would haunt her forever.

"You are not worthy of being my daughter or of living in the Rose Petal Pack any longer. You have until sundown. If you are found after that, you are to be treated as prey."

Storm had never ran so fast in all of her life.

Exile.

It was far less attractive than any story than a loner could have made it sound. The flaws were endless. Storm wandered and battled for the entirety of autumn and winter. It hardened her to the point that death was like hunting. It made no difference to her who died and who lived. Many beings - prey and predator - laid dead by spring.

Word of her and her "power" spread faster than a wildfire. She was, to the legends, "a brazen female the size of a great oak tree and had a snarl that made even mountains shudder with fear."Honestly, the stories were some of the only things that made her laugh. They were so endlessly barbaric that Storm would stop by a pack just to listen to gossip.

But of course, Storm was (and still is) a small wolf in stature, and it is really her glare that strikes fear into the hearts of many. The life of a loner suited her well, because she did not have to live by anyone's rules, and there was no one to drag her down. She was methodical and cold - everything served a purpose - and a purpose was generally to make her stronger and better suited for survival.

She did not care that the pups, fathered by Cole, were born dead in the dead of winter. She was glad, actually. Glad that her travels were not halted because the rodents needed care. Nothing broke her. Injuries, hunger - through it all, she forged forward like a charging rhino. There was zero room for weakness.

It was her focused mentality that was in place as she stalked a jack rabbit. It darted away with a sprint faster than she could muster, and she soon found that she was surrounded by seven large wolves.

The seven were magnificent creatures. Storm had not seen any wolves so powerful since she had been sent away. They easily had six inches on her, and the largest (clearly the leader) looked thoroughly unimpressed at the sight of her.

"How may I help you?" she questioned nonchalantly. They were nothing to her - well, that was a lie. Her blood drummed in her ears. This might actually be a challenge for once! She had trained one wolf to be like her - a male by the name of Lanax, but he had departed and Storm did not feel the loss of him.

"Just who do you think you are, young lady?" demanded the large male as he stepped forward. "You've caused quite a bit of discord among our kind, Storm of the Rose Peta-"

"Actually, I am not of their ranks any longer. I was banished. And if you knew who I am, why bother asking?" Storm held her head high. They were worthless. Her ears flicked endlessly to hunt for any slight sounds of movement. This male's lackeys were eager to fight. The tension screamed it beautifully. She snickered cruelly. Males never changed.

"Either way, miss Lone Storm, wolves no longer feel comfortable with you around. You're killing your own kind -"

"Because they are weak."

The male ignored her and continued on as if he was never interrupted. "as though you're a god - and that is unacceptable." His grey eyes were narrowed in Storm's direction.

Storm, however, only shrugged. She figured that they could talk all that they wanted. No one knew what she really looked like - all the stories told that she was the color of fire, and that the earth died at her paws. They told of a giant, when she was clearly not. "I do so hope to pass, now that you have made me lose my lunch and taken my time," she grumbled before stepping deftly forward to avoid the lunge of the male to her right.

By this point, Storm's anger was venom in her veins. She would lash out at the next unwanted behavior - and it came.

"That runt needs to be taken into custody!" cried one of the males. Storm turned on him and quickly had him pinned. He, surprisingly, put up quite a fight. A long gash rolled down her cheek afterwards, and Storm decided that she absolutely despised that sleek black male.Too bad she thought. He would have made a good breeding partner.

"Lone Storm," the male's voice sounded so different now. He looked so serious that Storm listened as though he was the only thing in the world. "We of the Thrylikó Mountain hereby take you into out custody until you can show that you are a civilized being and capable of living in the world without being a monster. Herd her up, boys."

It was impossible to mistake the satisfied grunts of the males. Apparently, she had gone from being legend to being a lowly outcast to whatever this pack was. The six herded around her and followed the lead of the leader male. It was next to no time before the hills shifted to a rocky terrain where the grass was rougher.

In the clearing was at least thirty wolves. Storm had never seen so many in her life - ever.

The six dispersed at the wave of the leader's tail. "My name is Lea, but I expect to be addressed as "Master" by you. You are a shadow to the pack. Members will only speak with you to give you orders and you are to obey them without hesitation. Understand?"

Lea did not give Storm time to respond. He was off to a perch to the west of the clearing. Storm glared after him and glared at every wolf there.

She hated the Thrylikó.
So she left.
Father:
Kite
Mother:
Sliver
Siblings:
I never had any
Apprentice:
None, yet.
Crush:
Hunter
BF/GF:
None
Mate:
Nope
Pups:
None
ThemeSong:
Stand in the rain
Other:
Took me a while:D


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[~Konata~]

(that is incredible :O i think hunter may have a crush O.o)

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{ Hehe c: Thanks, and yeah <3 }