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[Collie]

((Posted forms on first page))

[Solfeggio]

Username: Solfeggio

Name: Bolo (and Tak)

Age: 3 years

Gender: Male

Pack: (may he start off as a Loner, looking to join Blessed Royalty? If he can't start off as a loner please let me know n_n)

Rank: If ever he gets accepted into a pack, Warrior

Written Description: Bolo has always been called a 'half-breed', technically true as he was the 'accidental' pup of a wild wolf and a german shepherd. He looks pretty much like the regular wolf, with a lean but muscular build; his fur pattern and color however matches more of a german shepherd's, black-over-brown. His only deformities are a bent left ear and a slight curl to his tail; he's always owed it to his genes to have a lopsided appearance. His coloration would otherwise deem him to look like a shaggier-than-usual dog; but on closer inspection, he very clearly is a wolf.

Personality: Bolo is, quite simply, just one big dumb ol' puppy. He acts more like a dog than a wolf, really; he is a rather sweet, goofy fellow, fond of life and fond of fun. Because of his puppy-dog demeanor, he can also come across as naive, possibly stupid, or maybe even slightly scatterbrained. He gets distracted by shiny objects easily, and if something seems like a game to him he will enjoy it the best that he can. As he is more doglike however, he will also be strongly loyal to those whom he believes in standing up for; he dislikes confrontation and arguments, but he will defend himself if it is absolutely necessary. He has been ostracized by his own kind for being a 'halfbreed', which is why he doesn't hold himself up too well in social situations; however this does not mean he's ready to give up trying.
Bolo however suffers from a split-personality disorder; while he is the warm and fluffy puppy dog, his other personality Tak is the cold and calculating wolf. The difference may be slightly noticeable when Bolo has shifted into his other personality; he becomes more reasonable, much much much less goofy, and can be smug to the point of almost-sinister. Where Bolo would like the chance to be loyal to others, Tak would only want Bolo's loyalty to lie with him, and so he can be cold, mean, and possibly ruthless towards others. While Tak seems cold and heartless, he is intensely protective of Bolo; any harsh word, any danger that comes to Bolo will be met with severity by the wolf Tak.

History: When Bolo the illegitimate wolf/dog was born, he and his mother were easily looked down upon by the group of army dogs they belonged to. They were constantly bullied and pushed around, but in spite of it all his mother persevered to teach her pup never to hold a grudge and instead try to treat the world with kindness, even if it never offered him kindness in return. While journeying to another camp when Bolo was around six to seven months, the dogs purposely got the puppy lost in the snow. Three days did Bolo struggle in the wilderness, until the last day when he felt seized by terror and was near-ready to give up living; until a voice in his head, perhaps his wolf instinct awakening, forced him to carry on. The trauma of his struggle caused him to develop a separate personality, one that he was convinced would take care of him, and it did work to help him fight for his survival. As a young wolf, he grew with this 'older brother', and they took their names from the weapons that was brandished by a human they met (and successfully took down) during one of their travels; 'Bolo' for the long, swordlike instrument the man used for fighting; and 'Tak' for the 'itak', a sharp dagger that the man kept for sneak attacks.
Although Bolo is grateful to Tak for keeping him alive during those difficult years, it has felt slightly like he's been in the iron grip of his older brother for some time; he has yearned to finally belong to an actual family, a large pack of wolves -- a yearning that Tak absolutely detests.

Relatives: None, except for his split-personality which he believes is his older brother.

Crush: None yet.

Mate: None yet.

Offspring: None.

Theme Song: Genetic Emancipation from REPO! The Genetic Opera

Other Information: Bolo is seeking 'freedom' from his originally tight bond with his 'brother', which is why after years of being alone he is seeking to join a pack. Tak however is not pleased with Bolo's decision; if Bolo develops relationships with other wolves, he worries that he will no longer be needed, so he will do everything he can to destroy Bolo's relationships with others. If you will allow, I hope this would create some inner conflict for my character, and also pose a bit of conflict for the pack he will enter; I plan for Bolo to be loyal to his pack, but Tak will not. Also, I hope for Bolo to find eventually a female wolf who can actually stand his strange split-personality spells, and love him despite his weird antics at times. (I don't plan for it to be easy to love him, however, as Tak will consider any love interest a threat as well.)

(( I hope this is alright n.n; ))

[TheTravelingWriter]

(Accepted; I sorta forgot to add loners to the front page...)

[Solfeggio]

(Accepted; I sorta forgot to add loners to the front page...)

(( Thank you so much!
I'll post a proper entrance tomorrow; it's night where I am and I have to retire for the evening ;w; Can't wait to join in~ ))

[spiff]

WIP :U
Username: |Ƨακσяιαи · Я α ɢ ɛ|
Name: Findabhair (finn-a-veer)
Age: Three years
Gender: Female
Pack: Dark Moon
Rank: Warrior
Written Description: Findabhair is lean and wiry. Her torso is lithe, and her legs long, sinewy, and powerful. Her body in itself, however, is slightly smaller than average. She is quick and nimble, made for speed rather than strength. Her fur is a dark golden color, close to a chestnut brown color, in fact. Each strand of fur is tinged with silver and black, only occasionally making themselves obvious in a shimmering wave across her body. Around two or three inches of her tail is tipped with those same colors, though they are always able to be seen. The tops of her ears are around the same color, but the black is more dominant. The same goes for her paws, only reversed; she has black and silver paws, though the silver is prominent. There are white and silver tinges around her muzzle and nape of her neck, and there is a subtle flurry of black specks on her haunches. Her eyes are an evergreen color and distinctly resemble a cat's. She moves with catlike grace and stealth.
Personality: Findabhair is sly, cunning, and clever. She is mainly out for herself, and often does not consider the well-being of others. She will often act on impulse, and will never turn down a dare. She can be reckless, bold, and wild, with a fiery nature and sharp tongue. She can lie convincingly and without a second thought, and is particularly good at covering up her emotions. She will often create an impression completely different from what she truly is when confronting other wolves. She quickly angers, and has a horrible temper. She will willingly take out her anger on anything, be it a wolf, a tree, or the sun. She is a more shady and sinister character, definitely someone you could see as staying in the shadows and killing with ease. Not that she actually would, but she certainly gives the impression, and it is true that she will use dirt tricks to get her way.
History: Findabhair has had a pretty much normal life so far. She was born to two loners, the eldest, but the smallest, of three pups. She lives happily with her family for about two years when she lost her brother, the youngest one, to a hunting accident when they were attacked by a bear for accidentally venturing too close. However, that was basically the most interesting thing that happened. The family soon came upon the two packs, and Findabhair decided to join. Her parents and sister tried to talk her out of it, but she joined, mainly out of curiosity. After a couple final goodbyes, her family went on their way and Findabhair became a warrior of the pack.
Relatives: None in the pack; her family members are all loners
Crush: None, and it takes quite a bit to impress her
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Theme Song: None (yet)
Other Information: None


Username: |Ƨακσяιαи · Я α ɢ ɛ|
Name:
Age:
Gender: Male
Pack:
Rank: (For betas and alphas, you must win his/her heart over.)
Written Description: (I don't care if you have a picture; you must have this.)
Personality: (Not optional.)
History: (Optional; I'd prefer it.)
Relatives:
Crush:
Mate:
Offspring:
Theme Song: (Optional.)
Other Information:

[summer monday]

[Solo! <3
Does anyone in Cursed Blood wanna post? I have no idea how to start Fjord off.]

[Collie]

Jeraud lay in the joint camp moping by himself, he kept all his troubles locked tight inside his head so that the pack might not watch. Why was it that he was now such a coward, it had never been the case before,... before... he cringed. Before his mate, had been slaughtered, Jaarla had intervened one time too many. When she prevented the other pack members from slaughtering a young Blue Moon wolf who had made the mistake of interrupting the Cursed Blood's hunting patrol, scaring off their to-be meal. When the viscious wolves had turned on the youth, eyes clouded by the bloodlust that consumed them during such a hunt, Jaarla was on the defensive in moments. She threw herself between her pack members and their victim. The distraction bought the frightened pup enough time to get to its feet and scamper back towards camp. Unfortunately for her heroics Jaarla met an untimely demise. Instead of taking out the lust on the young Blue Moon wolf, the vengence was taken through the blood of their own. Jaarla was savagely slaughtered, nobody willing to give her the same second chance she had allowed the youth.

His attempts to save his lover were in vein, even in his mind he knew his own intervention would only result in a double homicide as opposed to the single death. However, at that moment adrenaline had seized him, and he dashed toward her side, willing to go down with her. He lost his breath as a powerful force of darkness pushed him to the dirt. Jalgon was on top of him, matching his sheer size and strength to a tee, there was no hope now. As he struggled to wiggle out of his brothers grasp, he was forced to watch as the last ounce of life was stolen from his mates wrangled body. As she left her pack behind, she released a cry of anguish, and was gone.The fear in Jaarlas eyes faded as her soul left her. Still, the vision of her eyes, of her unanswered plead for help would never leave him as long as he lived.

The next failing had come all to soon, when an enemy wolf had entered their territory, a loner. He had risen upon the weak wolf and prepared to make the kill when he looked into the creature's eyes. The same pain and fear that had been in Jaarla's eyes echoed in the small liquid pools. He froze, unable to kill the wolf. Jalgon having been at his side, could hear the other members of the pack coming at the prospect of a fight, and thrusted him aside, ripping the loners throat out. He would not let his brother be seen as weak, it would only be a weakness on his own reputation.
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Jalgon paced back and forth at the border of the territory that belonged to the conjoint pack of the Cursed Blood and Blue Moon wolves. His stanture and threatening swagger invited the attack of their neighbouring opponents, the allegiance of Blessed Royalty and Dark Moon wolves. He thirsted for a battle, his muscles itched with tension, ever aspect of his being longed for bloodshed. His spine tingled as the hair on his hackles rose creating a rigid plane down his back. Beneath the charcoal black of his pelt tendons rippled, bulging beneath his skin.

At the snap of a branch the large male wolf turned, eyes locked on the location, eager for his advisary. No, it was not a wolf... He relaxed as the scent of rabbit reached him, making his mouth water. The creature bounded obliviously on the far side of the border, unaware that it lay safely out of his reach, just upwind. The lack of action bothered him, where were the enemy wolves, didn't they believe in border patrols?

His decision was made as the rabbit turned his back to the camouflaged wolf, displaying the perfect opportunity just meters within the other pack's territory. Hardly worth the effort for such a small mouthful, regardless Jalgon galloped forward. The rodents ears twitched, its head turned, prepared to turn tail and run. It was too late, Jalgon's jaws had snatched him from the ground and its neck was crushed between two rows of pearly white canines.
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Fantasme had spent the morning beneath the rays of the rising sun. As they filtered through the trees just outside of camp they displayed the numerous shades and tones of her golden pelt. The she-wolf had soaked in the sun's energy, glad she had risen before other pack members to enjoy the sheer beauty of the sun ascending into the sky above. As the clouds threatened the sky above, the sun fought back in a time-suspended race.

The majestic wolf allowed herself one last tongue rasp over her pelt, certain that by now she had completed the laboursome taske of grooming herself. She headed back to the Blessed Royalty's camp, or rather their 'shared' camp... Even the Dark Moon wolves knew that the Titan packs were the ones who had the real control of the territories, that wasn't too hard to see. Why, you could see it in the way some of the wolves cowered of bristled their pelts as they walked by, they were nervous of the giants. They would not risk the falling of such an allegiance, it would result in their sure peril.

The short distance to camp was covered in what seemed like only seconds. The camp was barren, except for her leader, Isolde, who lay preening herself. Fantasme approached the alpha, naturally assuming a dismissive stance, head lowered in a silent salute. She was prepared to serve her leader with her life, for nothing could be more important to a wolf then the pride defined by a wolve's undaunting loyalty.

[redninetails]

Smirking slightly Savon nodded. "Fair enough, you don't need to tell me anymore." His eyes seemed to glimmer with a slight amusement, though he didn't quite know why he was enjoying it so much. She seemed so deep in thought, even in conversation with herself. He didn't usually find the time to even think about anything and when he did it lasted about ten seconds. He let out a chuckled sigh at the thought of how boring her really was. "I better leave you to whatever it was you were doing." Savon's cool tone said as he noticed that he must just be wasting her time.

[TheTravelingWriter]

Kali:

"Actually, I wasn't exactly doing anything," the she-wolf commented while sitting down and licking at her paw. "I just needed to take a walk to clear my mind of things, but I wouldn't mind company." She actually wished she could have company all the time of the day. Life as an omega was so dull and tedious since hardly anyone paid any attention to her. She also felt safer when she had some company even in a loosely wooded forest like the territory was in.

[redninetails]

His eyebrows raised that she''d take company even if it was someone like himself was actually nice. "Well then that makes two of us." Maybe it was just the energy Kali gave off or just some random occurrence but he found himself not as keen on being antisocial at the moment. "So lets just say we kept each other company, then what?" He didn't want to just be bored with someone else, he wanted to do something and personally Kali seemed like she could get him to do something if she really wanted to.