What doesn't kill you makes you stronger-wolf rp-accepting

[Starkit12]

Okay. ^^

I will say this now for anyone; The alpha spots will not be open. As you see, they are taken.

[ Yeah, and thats a good idea too! ^^ Would Vade be able to Beta for The Pack Of Darkness? ]

[houndstone]

updated again. :3
What ranking is Vade?

[Starkit12]

updated again. :3
What ranking is Vade?

[ Could we be Beta? I think his aggressiveness would be good since he has to be one of the protective of the packs. ]

[houndstone]

Oop, hadn't seen the post above.
Sorry. XD

[Starkit12]

Oop, had't seen the post above.
Sorry. XD

Thats alright!

[houndstone]

Okay, edited one last thing on the packs, a small description. :3

[Starkit12]

The wind hammered at Vade's coat as his pack started the Journey of Stone. His black coat become sleek with the ran, and shimmered hints of purple and green like a raven's feathers. His gray eyes were sharp, not giving away discomfort he might hold agaisnt the weather.
Vade barely showed any emotion, he was the beta-the one that doesn't; he just weighs in. Pure aggression was what a good beta made, and Vade was the prefect wolf for the job since he had tons to spare. He doesn't need to think because he is not the one who decides. The alphas are who make the decisions and Vade's job is to follow the pack's rules and orders of the alphas. If there is a threat from outside, Vade is quickly to deal with it, fearlessly.
Vade was the one who tested other wolves in the daily, to see if they are able to keep their position in pack. If not, then Vade can easily banish them with one word from the alphas.
Vade now kept a lookout from a high slippy rock above the valley where his pack was currently traveling. They were due straight for the mountains, where Vade could already spot movement of other packs. With a last glance at the dark, flashing sky, Vade disappeared into the undergrowth to rejoin the pack of Darkness.

[houndstone]

Writer's block, my bad. x.x
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Criiz gazed around, noting the large male that stood on earth above her. Such a dark coat...what she would give for such a pelt. It was obvious he was in higher rankings, unlike herself. The painful reminder that glances could not be spared pierced her head as she tripped on the rocks, falling a few feet before the rock was stable enough to be sunk into by claws. Ichsie glared at her, unimpressed by her movements, and let out a shrill noise to alert Criiz of her irritation.
If not for the flat rock ahead that would be named their cruel camp, Criiz would have simply died there. The Pack of River was never ready for the journey, their style of living too simple to prepare for harsh reality. She moved slowly, carefully, head lowered, limping onto the level rock. Ichsie was busy, much too interested in the other alphas then her pack, while everyone else lay. It was potentially dangerous to rest alone on the outskirts of your pack, but such a fact did not effect Criiz's mind. A slight mist rain fell over the rock, making her fur damp and clumped. The stars shone brightly above, mocking her hard times on earth. Oh, how unfair this time was...