۪F۫۰۪e۫۰۪a۫۰۪r۫۰۪l۫۰۪e۫۰۪s۫۰۪s۫۰ Who will survive? Accepting

[Jalista]

((Thanks, Sakorian))

[Skunk1234321]

Username: Owly1234321
Name: Before she was mixed with barn owl DNA, she was called Ice because her fur was white. After that, she was re-named Ember.
Gender: Female
Age: 2 and a half years
Rank: Hunter
Mutations: Was mixed with a barn owl, and she got some of the markings of a barn owl, and also the sensitive hearing of an owl. After that happened, she's also been able to jump really high (almost fly, but she can't fly, only jump really high (like jumping up to the top of a tree with one or two jumps, but she can't jump really high, and then stay in the air and float around. :3)) and also preferred the night to the day. Also, she can speak to owls, but not that well.
Personality: She was always shy, since (before she was mixed with some barn owl DNA) her siblings kept making fun of her because her fur was completely white, while their fur had normal, red-wolf color. She always gets lost in la-la-land (that's the only "place" she could go to as a pup, and no one yelled at her to stop day-dreaming and then it became a bad-habit...) so she's not the best hunter and often crashes into trees when jumping, she doesn't like it when wolves are talking/yelling/howling/etc. really loudly, since her ears are very sensitive (like barn owls). (I think this is a WIP... :/)
Appearance: Before she was mixed with some barn owl DNA, she was a plain, white wolf (she was a red-wolf that had leucism). After it, though, her fur looked like the feathers of a barn owl. (She looked like this barn owl, but her legs looked like the wings (since she doesn't have wings...))
Crush: Fabian
Mate: None
Other: Is this OK? (:/ I think I put "before she was mixed with some barn owl DNA" in it way too much...) :3

[spiff]

((Nah, it's fine. ^^ Accepted, but I'm assuming that the jumping very high part is an ability she got...?
EDIT: We may start.))

>> ｓｈａｔｔｅｒ <<ohwaihellotharhowrudoinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn8D

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Bright green eyes darted around, and alert ears swiveled around like satellite dishes. Shatter knew that she was alarmingly close to the pack, but this was the best place for hunting. All her senses were on the lookout for any movement. The wily wolf glanced into the heart of the territory. She knew they had a fresh-kill pile there; she could smell the assorted aromas all jumbled together in the same location. She wrinkled her sensitive nose in distaste as the scent of many wolves came along with it; she had always liked to have her own space. Her 'personal space bubble', she sometimes called it. Living in a pack must be so stressful; all the bright and lively fragrances making her nose ache and her eyes sting with discomfort.

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Shatter placed a small, delicate-looking white paw inside the marked boundary and looked down at it as if she had never seen such a thing before. The kill pile was full, judging by the many wonderful smells that embraced her and made her mouth water with longing. The hunters must do their jobs well. She could just sneak in there, dart over to the pile, take one small piece of prey, and run away. It would not even make much of an impact; they had so much! No. Too risky. Not worth it. The thought was tempting, and she almost took another step in, but common sense got the better of her. The pack must have several members if the hunters were able to bring in that much - either that, or they were very experienced. She might get caught, and who knew what they might do to her? Kill her? Maim her? Take her in? She shuddered at every last one of the possibilities that ran through her mind. But then again, she was quick and clever... She might be able to worm her way out of trouble. And she might not even be captured! Despite this positive note, she stepped outside the boundary. They were likely to detect her scent trail and track her down anyways if they were riled up enough that she had stolen something - though they had so much prey to eat, she could make neither head nor tail of why they would be upset. So unless it rained right after she took a piece, she still might be detected, she concluded.

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Shatter looked up at the sky. The clouds were heavy and gray, and it did seem like rain was not out of the question. She wavered uncertainly, but finally turned her back firmly on the pack's territory. She was perfectly capable of hunting for her own food, after all. She tilted her fox-like head up to the sky, her quivering black nose searching the area for the telltale scent trail that would (hopefully) lead her to her next meal. Catching one of a vole lingering enticingly in the air, she lowered her muzzle to the ground, where she let her sense of smell begin to take over.

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Shatter's pace quickened as she neared the location of the vole. She was eagerly anticipating the explosion of flavor she knew would come, what with the prey being bountiful and plump. Her steps slowed, however, very quickly as she approached the oblivious prey. Checking to make sure she was downwind, she slipped behind a conveniently located patch of hedges, eying the vole hungrily. She crept around to the side, her muscles slipping easily into a stalking crouch. She was still downwind. The glint in her evergreen eyes was a perfect mirror to what was going on in her mind. Shifting her weight to redistribute it to her hind legs, tail silently working to keep her balanced, she readied herself for the pounce. Her lips lifted slightly into a dark smile, exposing several dangerous teeth as she expertly calculated the necessary force to land on the vole. The built-up power in her legs was released, and she sprang forth, front paws firmly pressing down on the vole's back. The animal, startled, managed to wiggle its way out from beneath her paws and scurry away. Cursing, she darted after it, but it disappeared and she sat back on her haunches, disappointed. "Ugh. Time to try again," she muttered under her breath.

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Shatter stood up, muscles aching. She suddenly did not feel like trying to hunt down another animal. She looked back in the direction of the pack. Perhaps she could steal some food... Who cared if they found her? She was in a foul mood. Though she had failed to catch prey countless times in the past, she now reprimanded herself for letting the vole go. Not only had her pressure on it not been enough, but her reflexes had been too slow for her to recapture it. Making up her mind quickly, she padded towards pack territory, her stride purposeful and the look set on her face grimly determined.

ohwaihellotharhowrudoinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn8D>> ｓｈａｔｔｅｒ <<

[spiff]

((Bump.))

[nightbeat]

{Omai, Sakki. You're scaring everyone away. D8 XD}

Fenra stepped lightly through the trees. Her back left paw ached, since she cut it on sharp rocks days ago. Licking it roughly, the gray wolf realized that it was a little bit blue-ish in color. Fenra had cut it deeply, but she knew, no matter how much it hurt, she must hunt for the pack. Slowly laying her pad on the ground, she sniffed the air, catching the scent of rabbit. Crouching low, the hunter followed the prey's scent. It was getting stronger. Before she knew it, Fenra caught sight of the little creature--Long, straight ears, little paws, and round eyes. She froze, then launched herself at the rabbit, biting into it's back. The helpless creature squirmed, but Fenra knew to hold on to it. Not let go, she thought, biting harder. Finally, the rabbit stopped squirming and Fenra let go to see the small, limp body. Not enough to feed the whole pack, but it was big enough.

[Jalista]

The sleek, cat-like body flashed between the trees now and again as the male wolf crept closer to the border. His muscles rolled under his pelt, showing how tense he was. If he got caught stepping across this border, you could count on him becoming wolf chow. That is, if there were at least three opponents. Shadow had originally considered hunting, and had tried himself, but something had scared all the smaller, catchable things away. He was pretty sure it had been another wolf, but it was just a nasty hunch. He didn't even pause at the border, because now he had a goal in mind. He had smelt the food, all those different scents jumbled together. It was a food pile, the pack's food pile. They were hogging all the food for themselves, even though there were more loners. Shadow's lip curled as he paused to scent the wind. His cat-tail lashed once, making the leaves beneath his feet shift slightly.

This was a bad idea, now that he thought about it. If he was caught, he was dead, and they would raise their guard. The black brute stopped, staring into the trees, listening, watching, smelling... Nothing but the tangled scents of the pack, it seemed. He continued on, lip curled in an automatic defensive gesture. As he neared the camp of the pack, he became even more cautious, pausing every few steps. This was a bad idea, it was such a bad idea. Shadow closed his eyes, concentrating. There didn't seem to be anyone close to the food pile, by the sounds of the small pack. He slid forward, tail sweeping the ground with a quiet whisper, his paws just a small, almost silent pita-pata. This was his chance. He could see a small pile of succulent prey just a couple yards away. Oh. He was dead.

[Gatanitazul]

((This seems so interesting, and very well put together. Nice job.))

Username: Gatanitazul

Name: Aurora

Gender: Female

Age: About to turn 3.

Rank: Hunter

Mutations: Aurora was crossed with a Great White Shark, and that provided some unique mutation. Her teeth are all extremely sharp, and if she ever loses them, they grow back within a day. She has small gills on her neck, which are noticeable underneath the fur. Her coat provides a unique waterproof layer, and when she swims, she can usually stay warm and dry. She can smell blood from incredibly far away, but it can send her out of control.

Personality: Aurora is sweet, but very sensitive and can have her feelings hurt easily. She always tries her best, and will do anything to please anyone. She can be a bit naive and trusting, and this can result in her getting her heart broken. She is a bit bipolar, and one moment she can be happy and innocent, and the next she can be depressed, and very rarely she can go into an unstoppable, ranting rage. She usually keeps a level-head, but she lets her anger bottle up and explode at any unsuspecting second.

Appearance: Aurora has a small-build, which results in flexibility, litheness, and speed, but she is a bit weak. She has creamy white fur, and a barely noticeable, white marking on her chest of a diamond. Her claws and pads of her paws are gray, and her nose is dark gray. One of her eyes is purple with blue and green flecks, and the other is orange with yellow and green flecks. Her eyes are often disorienting to people she talks to, and they can't usually look her in the eyes.

Crush: None.

Mate: None.

Other: Nothing else.

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Username: Gatanitazul

Name: Lux

Gender: Male

Age: A little over 2 years.

Rank: Hunter

Mutations: He can bend sunlight to his will, but only when the sun is present. His power is useless during any eclipse. He was crossed with a Bengal tiger, which didn't result in any very noticeable mutations, aside from large canines and claws and a few markings on his fur, but nothing color-wise. This mutation also resulted in an odd voice mutation, which causes him to have a very powerful roar.

Personality: Lux has a very bleak, pessimistic outlook on life, and that causes him to be a real sourpuss in situations. He is very critical to not only others, but himself. He can annoy others with his somber demeanor, but he has a witty and sarcastic sense of humor. Although he doesn't show it, he wants to be accepted, and wants the pack to like him and enjoy spending time with him. Social life wasn't exactly his forte, so he focused more on training and hunting. He is a good hunter, and he always enjoys the adrenaline rush when chasing prey.

Appearance: Lux has a medium-build and a fairly strong bone structure. His canines are longer because of his mutation, and they slightly stick out of his mouth. He has medium-length dusty gray fur, which is soft and offers good warmth. You can slightly see dark gray stripes on his fur, which were resulted from the mutation. He has striking yellow eyes, which often glow in the night. His claws are black, and the pads of his feet are a lighter gray color.

Crush: None... Yet

Mate: None.

Other: Nothing else.

[spiff]

((Thank you, and accepted. ^^
@EP - But the layout's pwetteh! D:))

>> ｓｈａｔｔｅｒ <<ohwaihellotharhowrudoinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn8D

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The reddish fur, wonderful for camouflage during the fall, now made Shatter feel handicapped and vulnerable as she slipped inside pack boundaries. Her senses were on fire, and her heart pounded in her ears. She could feel and hear the blood coursing through her veins. When was the last time she had been so nervous? Anxiety was an unfamiliar emotion; she was normally cool and collected. The unfamiliar combination of wolf scents struck her, making her gasp as it only got stronger and stronger. What kind of wolf had reactions like this when they were near a pack? The thought made her feel oddly ashamed of herself now. She took a deep breath, but it did not seem to help much; only assail her with a new, fresh wave of smells.

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Almost blindly, Shatter maneuvered her way into the heart of the pack's camp. She was only all too aware of how disturbed she was in a place like this, where wolves talked to each other every day and lived in the same place, packed together tightly, with hardly and breathing space. Was there something wrong with her? Her nose felt like it was going to split in two if she continued. She shut her eyes, trying to block out the assault on her nose, but to no avail. She prided herself for always remaining calm, even to a point where it seemed sarcastic, and this flew around in her mind as she tried to imagine watching herself. She probably looked very weird. It disconcerted her, how she just lost herself in these new surroundings. Why wasn't she able to adapt? She forced her eyes open. She was not sure whether she should be delighted or nervous, but the kill pile was in sight.

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Blinded by the attack on her nose, Shatter did not notice the other wolf standing not far away from where she was. She quickly ran forth, eying the pile hungrily, before selecting a small rabbit and dashing back to the cover of the trees, feeling oddly like a hunted animal. She hated being out in the open.

ohwaihellotharhowrudoinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn8D>> ｓｈａｔｔｅｒ <<

((Jalista, in case you didn't read through the entire post, Shatter just took something from the pile, while, I believe, Shadow was watching it?))

[Gatanitazul]

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Aurora felt her stomach growl, rumbling underneath her. She groaned as she stood up, her bones aching from a long day of hunting the day before. She shook her pelt, dislodging pieces of dirt and leaves from her fur. She yawned, flashing her sharpened, pearly-white teeth. She sauntered out into the camp, stretching her legs as she walked. Aurora blinked against the sunlight, her eyes slowly adjusting. She was starting to make her way towards the fresh kill pile, hoping to eat something that had been freshly caught the day before. A unfamiliar smell hit her nose and she whirled her head around, scanning her surrounding. She followed the smell, noticing that it led straight towards the fresh kill pile. She glanced into the forest, hoping to catch what had passed through here. She couldn't see past the shadows, but she noticed a trail of broken leaves. She followed the scent up to the fresh kill pile and was repulsed when she found that wolf's scent was all around the pile. A drop of rain landed on Aurora's nose, and she cursed to herself. She looked up, and noticed that clouds were forming overhead.

"Fabian!" Aurora called loudly.

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[Jalista]

((XD How'd you know?))

Suddenly, Shadow's head swiveled around. His cold eyes focused on a reddish colored wolf who was stumbling towards the pile of food. She was quick, grabbing up a rabbit from the jumble. He licked his lips as he watched her whirl around and dash back towards the trees, towards him. What he did next was more instinct than anything. He didn't do it consciously, his muscles just kicked in and decided what was best.

A pack wolf was looking at the trail of scent and broken twigs and called out a random word. "Fabian!" What was she talking about? He had no time to consider. He was already rocketing towards the she-wolf that had darted off with a rabbit. He leapt into her way. His muscles rolled as he pumped his legs, slamming straight into her. He sank his teeth into her jaw, aiming to make her drop her prey. The sweet, rusty tang of blood seeped into his maw. It tasted so good... There was no point and going towards the pile, with the pack-wolf. A hiss gurgled in his throat, locking his lungs for a moment. It had always been painful for him to hiss, but he had no control over it.