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[redninetails]

((gonna make another character maybe, and i saw that and counted the tails and was like luff 8D lolz))

[- drift.]

. . : : K a t e r i : : O m e g a : : B l u e M o o n : : . .

She opened her eyes in time to see the dragonfly flutter off, and she let a small sigh escape her parted jaws. She let her tail swish through the air, as she turned back towards her own territory. Even the life of an alpha wouldn't be enjoyable if she was as alone as she was now, but as an omega, it was all the worse. She lifted her chin high, and headed back towards her own territory.

Paw-steps. She heard them. Turning back around, she saw a rabbitt hopping through the undergrowth, and let out a small breath, not realieved as others would have been. No, she longed to meet another of her kind, as she had been alone for the whole of her life. Even if this wolf was from a rival pack, she would enjoy getting to speak to them, just to hear another wolf's howl would be enough. "But that day will most likely never come..." She murmured to herself, even the sound of her own voice sounded strange to her ears, for she hadn't spoken in so long. She was almost always consimed in her own thoughts and wishes to talk. The only up-side to being alone in a pack, was that you got to choose the den you wanted, you got to eat whatever you caught, and there were no alphas to push you around.

But, it was no life to live. It was no different than being a loner in the forest; a rouge. She turned back for the second time, and headed back into the clearing where her pack made its home. She lay down in her den, and let her eyes flutter close.

[Solfeggio]

(( Saki > I usually go by Solo >w< lol
Aww, no one noticed Bolo dance right into Blessed Royalty territory? ;w; Here's hoping the wolves don't kill him. lol ))

bolo ;;

"I gotcha! Iiiii gotcha! Iiiiiii gotcha!"

Bolo was greatly enjoying this game. So much fun! Although at first he was primarily concerned about keeping the butterfly enough for the game, he soon got distracted by how high he could actually jump. He was pretty lean for the regular wolf, and Bolo did pride himself more for his speed and agility rather than his ability for fighting (he hated confrontation and avoided it whenever he could); and as he looked down, he grew increasingly fascinated by how the ground seemed to go further as he jumped, and nearer as he landed; very soon the butterfly had long gratefully escaped her pursuer, and Bolo was now concentrating on jumping up and down in the same spot.

He didn't realize how far into the territory he'd actually wandered in; some distance away, if Isolde and Fantasme would look up, they would see the dog-wolf bouncing up and down upon the ground -- whether or not they would find it amusing, strange, or perhaps a threat to camp boundaries, was completely beyond Bolo's concerns at the moment.

He was, after all, jumping pretty high. Higher than the average wolf, he could maybe boast.

[TheTravelingWriter]

Kali:

The she-wolves' nose twitched, as if she had picked up a scent on the wind. "I personally think that it's a danger to our pack," she commented. "I mean, this territory isn't exactly built for one giant pack and a smaller pack. Although, it does make a great defense strategy since wolves are rather scared of larger packs, but then there's Cursed Blood to worry about since they already have bad blood with Blessed Royalty. I have also been noticing that there has been something strange going on between the alphas, on top of that, but I'm not very worried about that." She then noticed how much she was babbling on, and she hung her head in shame. "Oh, I'm so sorry for babbling on like this. There's more important things to do like hunting and not babbling on like I am."

[redninetails]

"Are you sure you're the beta?" He teased, although he still didn't show the slightest hint of emotion. "You talk like you could be an alpha, as well as that you have a great thought process that would be better in use if you were a higher rank....So why aren't you Kali?" He liked to put himself to good use and although he was in no high rank he did use his skills to the best of his abilities, which to him was putting himself to good use. It puzzled him as to why Kali, being such a good thinker, was stuck as the cowering omega. "You're fine...with talking. It's not like we actually need to hunt that often." Shrugging he stood up with a rare glimmer in his bright golden eyes. "But if you insist we could be hunting then how about it?"

Username: redninetails
Name: Joel
Age: 3 years
Gender: male
Pack: Blue Moon
Rank: Beta Male
Written Description: He has a white pelt with sapphire blue eyes with a strange aura like blue to them. They seem full of thought, mystery, and concentration. He's an average sized wolf with a fair amount of muscle to him.
Personality: He's a calm wolf who takes mind power over brute strength. Always in deep thought he follows rules and respects those around him and with that comes curiosity. Joel is smart and cunning and he dislikes the thought of fighting when it's not necessary. He enjoys when he can make someone looks like a fool and keeps a calm exterior.
History: When his father died from sickness his mom left him because he seemed so much like his father. At this time he was about a year old and being the thinker he was he managed to find a place to live, which happened to be in Blue moon.b
Relatives: Savon (half-brother), Sven (Half-sister)
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Theme Song: N/A
Other Information: none



Username: redninetails
Name: Sven
Age: 2 years
Gender: female
Pack: Blessed Royalty
Rank: Loner/shaman later?
Written Description: A calm white coat with hints of light creams and blacks. Her eyes are a light aqua and have a strange aura like blue to them. They seem to hold a fierce mysterious look to them as if she's hiding something or appears to inspect everyone around her. She has a leaner body type that helps her with her agile movements and her coat is thick and soft.
Personality: Sven has a rather calm outer look and she seems rather content with herself. She loves mischief and adventures as well as meeting someone new. Quick to trust but hard to keep quiet she always seems to have to make a comment, weather it be good or bad depends on the situation. She's energetic and respectful unless her mouth beats her to it. Although she has her happy perks she actually has a thing for fighting, where as she feels pulled towards it. She doesn't show this side often but if she sees a fight she can't help but stare and wish she could be there as well.
History: She knows what he looks like but doesn't know where he is or who he is. Her brother was apparently lost when they were still young and so she was an only child. She can remember in great detail what he looked like and has always felt that he was still out there, alive. The only thing was she never knew where he could be or his name. Nothing tragic had ever really happened to her but she left to fend for herself, secretly hoping that she might come across her long lost brother. The last thing her mother had told her was that she had another brother, one that resembled her and though she did not act like she had cared it made her all the more happy to be leaving.
Relatives: Savon, Joel(hlaf-brother)
Crush: N/A
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Theme Song: N/A
Other Information: none

((I added these forms to my first form post as well))

[Collie]

Fantasme's ear twitched, the echo of snapping branches danced outside the entrance to their camp. She scowled slightly, who's brilliant plan was it to disturb the peace today. Surely even the members of the Dark Moon pack had better sense then to cause a commotion. The scent swept her nostrils and her pupils flared, this was no Dark Moon wolf.

She was on her feet, dodging out of camp, when she caught sight of the stranger. Her eyes widened in curiosity. The large black wolf looked like an overgrown puppy as he swooped up and down leaping vertically through the air. He seemed to take great sport in this task, enjoying ever moment of it in sheer entertainment. Could a loner be more foolish? So caught up in his own game that he had forgotten he had no comerades, that every wolf was his adversary.

Fantasme watched silently from the bushes, eyes locked on the wolf, waiting for him to come to his senses and realize the eminate danger. Perhaps he was fortunate that he had not wandered into Cursed Blood territory, those wolves would have taken great enjoyment in a little game of their own, one of bloodshed.

[Solfeggio]

bolo ;;

Up and down and up and down and up and down...he could go on like this forever. Or perhaps not, as finally Bolo felt his limbs were aching a bit, and decided to stop and have a rest. Delirious from having had so much fun, his tongue was hanging from his open mouth and his tail was wagging a storm, as if he was expecting someone would give him a treat for being such a good boy. Speaking about treats, a good drink of water sounded like a good idea, maybe he'd do that. He raised his paws and took a few skips ahead when he suddenly stopped short.

Wolves. The smell of them, it was quite -- overwhelming. Bolo froze, his eyes dancing around warily, as he couldn't see the source of all those smells. He knew what lone wolves smelt like -- a singular odor, coming from a singular direction. But certainly, this much combination of smells -- that was a pack?

He didn't know what to do.

Truthfully, he didn't. Half of him was excited; he'd been looking for so long for a pack, and now was his chance. It certainly felt like he was in the midst of the pack territory, or wherever their home was, given how strong the smell was. Half of him was nervous. What if they didn't like him? What if he'd made a mistake, wandering onto their territory without permission? What if they attacked him? Even worse, what if they called him a stupid halfbreed and kicked him out from the territory for being a stupid halfbreed? Mentally, he would have slapped himself. All this time wanting to make a good impression and ending up being kicked out was not on his agenda...

He sniffed around, trying to identify at least a singular wolf scent. He decided to sniff near the bushes first, maybe he'd find some (hopefully friendly) pack wolves there, not knowing that Fantasme was nearby.

[Collie]

Fantasme watched as the stranger's playful antics came to an end. At first she had been critical about the loner's behavior, but curiousity got the better of her, and eventually she became intrigued in his private game. She had struggled not to emit some sound of amusement. Finally the male had become aware of his surroundings, he seemed a bit more hesistant having assesed the situation. Surely he recognized the strong smell of a pack? Why being so close to camp, in the heart of their territory it was difficult to miss.

A wise wolf would have turned tail and fled at the thought. After all, it was custumary for a wolf who wished to pass through a pack's territory to wait at one's border or even come bearing a blessing of sorts. This wolf seemed oblivious to common culture. He appeared to be seeking out his enemies rather than keeping his distance.

The fur on her spine crept upward as the wolf grew closer, surely he sensed her presence. She waited for him to come upon her, even on Blessed Royalty territory she would prefer he made the first move. Afterall, she didn't wish to harm the wolf, he seemed slight in porportion, and doubted his fighting abilities... If she injured him, he surely wouldn't make it far, and on his own he would have nobody to care for him.

[Solfeggio]

bolo ;;

Sniff sniff. Rummaging around in the bushes like this, Bolo was busy looking for something. But looking for what? Suddenly he'd forgotten about his original purpose and just knew he was looking for something. Looking, looking, Ooh, maybe he was playing hide-and-seek. His tail wagged, he loved a good game of hide-and-go-seek! (Although the last time he played, he'd gotten lost, so that wasn't any fun.) He began to rummage around even more, excited, feeling more and more playful by the minute.

Then he stopped.

He caught the color of what seemed to not-be-leaves among the bushes, although he was still fairly a foot or so away. The smell was strong, this was a wolf.

Oh, what to do?

He was playing hide-and-seek. That was the one, singular thought on his mind. But when he 'sought' the wolf, he imagined what a wonderful game it would be if they played tag! Wouldn't that be delightful. Grinning to himself, he shuffled closer, and then plunged a paw into the bushes, intending to touch the other wolf, all the while calling, "Tag tag tag! You're it!"

[Collie]

Fantasme dodged backward, wide-eyed. She stared at the male wolf, if she could call him that, for he was definetly not entirely of wolf descent. What was his fixation? Tag...? Was that not a game intended for young pups to play? Yes.. She could remember such antics being involved shortly after their eyes had opened. But a full grown wolf?" If he had been a member of her own pack perhaps she would have humoured him, but seeing as he was a loner, and could pose a threat, she reacted to the situation appropriately. All the same, she did not see this male as very threatening, the way his large tail swayed back and forth at the prospect of a game.

The female wolf shot out of the bushes, a blur of gold and brown as the light fell upon her outside the bushes. She landed squarely on Bolo pinning him to the ground in a fashion where his jaws would not pose a threat to her.. She looked him in the eye, eyebrows raised quizically. "[b] Now, I do believe you are 'caught'. State your intentions loner.[/i]" she avoided using a cold tone, speaking as if she would to a pack member.