WOLVES OF THE PAST RP(new and accepting)

[Longtime SpiritWolf]

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[Wolfydash123]

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[Longtime SpiritWolf]

Hekla (Hek - la)

{ Basics }

Gender:
Male
Age:
18 (human years)
color of eye:
Red
Color of main pelt:
Black
Wings color:
Blakc with red tips
Hair lenth:
Short hair
Underbelly:
White
Paws:
Black/white
Ears:
Balck with red tips
Tail:
Balck with red tips

{ Persionatly }

He is a gentle wolf, who loves to play, and cares for many wolves. He willing to stand for his friends. He will fight for what he belives in. He belives in being the best of the best. He is basicly a big, fluffy and sweet baby.

{ Crushes/ Mate / Pups }

Crush:
None
Mate:
None
Pups:
None

{ History }

His past was dreadful. His mother died when he was born and his father abandon him when he was only learning how to fight. He was left to defend himself and his littler mates. One day, he went hunting and well... he came back to a pile of dead litter mates. He sat there all night crying and looking for revenge on his father. Only he did find his father dead in a cave. He loved his father even tho he wanted his revenge.

{ Clan / Pack }

Element:
Darkness (water if can't be Alpha)
Rank:
Alpha Male (if okay with ya)
Wanted Rank:
Alpha
(only wanted is if he cant be ahlpa)

Ｔｈｅ Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
name; Catori

name pronunciation; ka-tor-E

name meaning; it is Hopi for spirit

gender; fae (female)

age; 2.3 years

rank; sentinel

Hello, there. My name is Catori. Very nice to meet you, dear. As I just told you, my name is Catori.. The meanin gof my name is "spirit", and the language for it is Hopi. Sometimes I am called 'spirit wolf" because of my name origin. It is very easy to pronounce just begin to sound it out, Ka-tor-E(the capital E means to actually say E) Unlike most of the other wolves I was not named by my parents, I was named by a tribe of Hopi Indians, they greatly believed in the spirit of a wolf being pure so they named me Spirit(Catori). I bet by now you already know that I am a proud fae, not a brute! For any of you who thought otherwise, you now know. I have been alive for approximately two years and three moons, I believe that is very close to correct. When I finally escaped the tribe at one year and eleven moons old I found Sulus's old pack who didn't welcome me in without a test. It didn't take long for me to prove that I was not an invader from their enemy pack and they soon gave me the omega rank. Once I had proved to be loyal and trustworthy after about a moon they gave me the ranking of sentinel. I proudly still carry that rank, but at times tend to spare many invaders seeing that I was spared when they found me, or I found them??

Ｔｈｅ Ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ
fur; medium length assorted
rosy-brown fur with a cream colored
under-belly

eye colour; baby blue

build; slim but firm

scars-modifications; scratch on underbelly
and one small on eon th eback of her
left ear.


positive traits; curious, shy, caring
sympathetic, agreeable

negative traits; sly, stand-offish,
overly-sensitive

specialties; fast, powerful

flaws; cowardly, clumsy


date of birth; unknown

father; unknown(deceased)

mother; unknown(deceased)

kin; unknown


crush; no-one currently

mate; no-one currently

pups; none currently

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Whimpers surrounded the dark underground den as a mother fae tried to shield her pups from the light that slowly crept in. She curled tightly over two pups and layed her fawn colored head on top of her tail, perking her eyes when she heard muted voices from outside. She slowly shook her pups away and rose up to her paws and quietly crept out in to the blinding sunlight.
Her lips slid over her sharp teeth and a low growl escaped her larynx when she noticed to men standing very close by. One held a bow, the other defenseless. Her muscles rippled below her fur and she leapt forward in defense, chasing down the second without a weapon. She growled, her paws moving coordinately as she chased him. The other man drew back his bow and shot a perfect arrow, the arrow pierced her stomach with such force that she was knocked over. She whined as another arrow pierced her skin, but she fought for the protection of her new pups. The last arrow was fired, a perfect shot to her heart. The fawn colored fae dropped her head to the ground, dead. The pups stayed safe curled up in their warm den, waiting for their mothers return. One small rosy brown pup wailed out loudly for her mother when hunger came to her. The men outside had been searching the area for any more wolves, they wanted no dangers to their tribe. But the whine caught their attention, the man who had killed the pups' mother followed the sound, eventually finding the den entrance. Two eyes glowed in the darkness and a tiny mouth gaped and a squealing noise escaped. The man slowly reached in -not realizing there was others- and scooped the small pup up. In a husky voice the man whispered, "Catori."

Catori lived peacefully with the small Hopi tribe for many years, serving as a loyal companion to them. But ever so slowly the realization hit her, she had never seen one of her own kind. Suddenly her whole world shifted, she felt as if these tribe men and women were not raising her but keeping her for themselves. Surely, a young lithe wolf would be very helpful to anyone. When she had realized this she began to turn on the tribe, sparing the women and their young children but viciously fighting the older men. She wanted no more than freedom, and after a short period of time she ran. Ran as fast as she could away from the place that was home.

The young fae lived alone, or in other words, lived as a lone wolf, for two moons before she came across any pack. And joining the pack that she had found was no joy either. She found the Salus pack, not your average pleasant pack. Catori had her loyalty put to the test, and for and un-determined wolf like herself all of the tests were extremely nerve-wrecking. After what had felt like ages of exhausting training she was gifted with the rank of a sentinel within her pack. Since then the fae had kept true to her loyalty. Maybe a bit to much? She would never question the alpha, and never has. Any life was better than the one she had lived before, but she never tells anyone her past.

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name; Kinta

name pronunciation; kin-ta

name meaning; kinta is Choctaw for deer

gender; brute (male)

age; 2.1 years

rank; loner

Well hello, I am called by the name Kinta. Pleased to meet you. Like I said i was named Kinta, it is Choctaw for "deer." So occasionally other wolves will call me Running Deer. The pronunciation for it is fairly easy, just sound out the word, kin-ta. My mother had died when she gave birth to me and my litter, so my father was the one who named all of us. Even as a pup I was one of the most active, I always ran around our den and constantly complained about not being allowed outside, or at least thats what my father said. When he started to think about how fast I was he thought of a running deer, thats when he started to call me Kinta. You probably know by now that I am a brute. I am also 2 years and one moon of age, I think I am still a fairly young wolf and I have allot of life ahead of me. I have been a part of Lyra's pack for a while now and have fought both psychically and mentally up to the position of delta female, and I proudly still own the rank.Until i was left behind in a storm. I lived alone now..

Ｔｈｅ Ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ
fur; medium length black fur

eye colour; pale amber

build; slim but firm

scars-modifications; long scar across
left back leg


positive traits; loyal, intelligent,
trustworthy, brave

negative traits; secretive, sneaky,
sensitive

specialties; extremely agile, fast

flaws; sharp-tongued, no sympathy


date of birth; november 21

father; Chaton(deceased)

mother; Kiowa(deceased)

kin; Algoma(f-deceased), Hento(m-loner)


crush; no-one currently

mate; no-one currently

pups; none currently

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Horrified faces stared at the gruesome scene around them, a pack viciously slaughtered, but by what? Just when the three wolves thought that everyone was gone a agonizing wail interrupted the dead silence and a large black brute burst out of a mangled den. "You!" He gasped and stumbled towards the small group of wolves, blood dripped off a gash in his side and trailed behind him. "Help the fae." He whispered and stumbled back into the den.
The wolves stared wide-eyed in shock, their legs seemingly glued to the forest floor. What had just happened? One of the wolves silently following the big black brute into the den. A strikingly beautiful silver fae was sprawled out on the ground, her once beautiful fur matted with blood and a pained look in her eyes. The black brute lay beside her, quietly lapping at her ear and whispering quiet words of encouragement.
Was she giving birth? Yes. In the midst of a gruesome murder scene? Yes, she had watched one by one her pack members brutally slayed by their rival pack while she was bringing life to three new pups. Two small gray pups wailed and snuggled close to their mothers side, wet with blood. The fae gasped and her spine rippled as another tiny body slid out onto the den floor. With that her head slowly dropped to the ground with exhaustion and weakness, the strange black brute licked her rapidlly now crying out to her. "Shes gone now." Another wolf slipped into the den and gazed down at the fae's distant eyes. "The most you can do for her is make sure your pups are in good care. Then she will be pleased." The brute nodded and one by one carried the pups out of the messy den, leaving his former mates body.

"Daddy! I caught a mouse look!" A small black pup trotted happily up to a black brute and dropped the dead body at his paws. He shook his head in discouragement, "Only kill to eat, remember?" He had had enough death in the past few moons, with the death of his mate and pack. The pup hung his head low, sad that he had disappointed her father. "It's fine, Kinta. Just remember next time." He leaned down at ran a long tongue over Kinta's slick black fur and looked into his pale amber eyes. The same colour of his mothers eyes. He sat up straight then looked over to the other two pups playing in the field, a hawk was gliding gently in the air close by which meant play time was over. "Pups! Back into the den!" He called, Hento hurried over when he glance up at the large bird but Algoma didn't budge. With a sigh the big black brute started over towards her, that was when the hawk screeched and dove towards the small fae, talons extended. Algoma wailed with fear when the needle sharp talons pierced her skin and lifted her up into the air. "No!" The brute wailed and jumped up, clawing the air and barely missing the tip of the birds wing. He then gave up, and watched the little gray pup until she wasn't even a dot on the horizon.

It had been more than a year and a half since Kinta's sisters death, and her father, Chaton, still moped about. Meanwhile Kinta was always as energetic as he could be, and he was searching for a pack. Hento had already left, he now lived his life as a lone wolf and was searching for a fae to be his mate. Chaton had given up on his hapiness, still dedicated to his mate, Kiowa, bu the had tried to take good care of their pups. But now it was the time where Kinta would grow up, grow up and leave to find his own pack as he wished. The black brute drew closer and ran his tongue over her fathers furry head in silence. Then, he tuned her tail and headed off in nowhere in particular. It didn't take long for her to find Lyra's pack, and he warmly welcome inside of it. Now, he had ranked up and proved his loyalty as he holds the position of deltess, or delta brute. No only he soon left and end up dribbling this pack.

They say any wolf is cold
And heartless
But are they really true?

Name
Names Swiftkill. Nice to you. No no I'm not a true kill. I got my name of my swiftness on killing the helpless prey. You know what I mean?

Gender
Last time I check, I was a full blown female. But I would let you check but no thanks. Ima go...

Rank
Mh I'm a lone woshe wolf you know? I don't do well with packed not what happen with my last one. Betray their beta!

Power
I do well with shadows basically. Shadow runs throught our family. That's right..beware or my shadow! Just messing with ya!

Siblings
I don't have any that I know are alive. Or at least spoke to. Last time I saw was own who was during in front of my paws.

Family
Did you not just hear me right? I said I have no alive that I know of!

Crush
That weird stuff. No. But I could. Only if the right caought my eye.

Mate
If I have no crush then mate. Period.

Pups
I swear your asking me like I can copy myself with mud! I repeat. No crush means no meats also means no pups!

Personality
I may look mean and a cold killer but by heart I will tell you I am the sweetest wolf you meet!

Sound of voice
I have a weird like county voice ya know? You see I was born with a normal wolf but something hit my wind pipe one day so hard and it turn to this country voice. Really I like it.

History
I don't lurk talking about it. Come by latter to get SOME of it.

Den
Oh my den is right outside of where most wolves lives. I rather lice a little away for I won't have to hear so much yapping at night. No afence.

About me the owner of her forum!

Days I am on
Monday - Saturday! Sunday I'm cleaning all day!

Time I am on
Around 2:30 - 9:00 Sometimes I'm on early or leave randomly.

Username
Cheshire the cat. Call me Chessy for short.

Expect from me
At least 2 sentances. Sometimes I spell wrong for I am on my phone.

My reply time
It maybe slow depends how many of the rod I am in are alive. If not many then. It maybe quick but I also get tons of trades so..

Rules
Yes I have read them I understand everything you are asking. I may get clumsy and break a rule by mistake. I will try and not to. Reallly I don't wanna be ban DX

[Wolfydash123]

(Wanna rp or wair for people?)

[Longtime SpiritWolf]

rp! im so loneh!)

[Wolfydash123]

Jenna walks around,looking for other wolves besides her brother and sister

[Longtime SpiritWolf]

Swiftkill humms as she watched Nightmare and Spirit praned around like little pups. She smiled as Nightare mange to knock down his goody two shoes sister, Spirit.

Catori mutters and flicks her gaze around as she watched Swiftkill join them.

Kinta growls at a frog that hops. Thye are friends but yet like a family. So if one ever gets a mate, they going to have to meet the rest of this so called family.

Helka laid on the den watching out ofr any wolves.

[Wolfydash123]

Jenna scents another wolf and follows the scent
Hello im jenna (btw this is talking to swiftkill)
Jenna sees the two shadows

[Longtime SpiritWolf]

Swiftkill looks up and Nightmare vaished with Spirit all the sudden. Swiftkill smiles and nodded. "Hello. Names Swiftkill. Theses are my friends, Kinta, Catori and Helka."