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adin, raven

Postby no longer here » Sat Aug 30, 2014 3:27 pm

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meet adin (add - in) [#15], the handsome alpha of the foothills pack. he is quite large in size for a wolf; significantly larger and more muscular than any wolf from the other packs. his coat is a beautiful and unique mixture of shades of brown, along with black twinges here and there. any wolf would know it was carried by him when they saw it. his eyes are of a dark emerald color, with flecks of gold. he truly is one of the more attractive wolves out there, and he knows it.

adin is a very aloof brute. he often acts very superior, and renders himself as some sort of wolf god. his haughty nature makes him disliked by many wolves, even ones from his own pack. he is dismissive of his own mate [#10], and claims he has no pups to the shame he holds for his daughter [#3]. however, despite his rude and superior outer nature, he is a compassionate fellow if you crack him. no wolf really knows this side, since its hard to even make a scratch on the haughty shell.

adin has no other crushes at the moment, not even his current mate. he is sibling to [#2] and [#14]. adin is the alpha male of the foothills pack.

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meet raven [#18], a pretty female huntress from the evergreens pack. she has a very feminine look, but has a slender and fit build to her as well that is perfect for her rank. her coat mostly consists of a solid black, although it grows slightly lighter around her muzzle and belly. raven's eyes are a striking amber; they pop out against her dark coat. this girl is very pretty, although not gorgeous.

raven is a savvy, problem-solving fae with an ironic tendency to get into problems herself. she still seems to get herself safely out of them each time. being this way, she is a great strategist, and can come up with great strategies on a whim. this makes her an exceptional hunter, and is a great help during the hunt. as far as she knows, raven is a single pup with no siblings. she has a crush on [#20], and is usually consistent in keeping it non-obvious. however, some wolves can notice the affection she holds for him.
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Re: ‡ crαcĸѕ ιɴ тнe wαll ‡ ѕємι-Ɩιт/Ɩιт ᴡᴏʟғ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ‡ NOW

Postby jpano96 » Sun Aug 31, 2014 5:17 am

W ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴇ s ʜ ᴀ ʟ ʟ ᴡ ᴇ ʙ ᴇ ɢ ɪ ɴ ?


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|| Nᴀᴍᴇ; Bʟɪᴛᴢ #6
|| Aɢᴇ; 2 ʏᴇᴀʀs
|| Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ;ᴍᴀʟᴇ
|| Iɴғᴏ;Oᴍᴇɢᴀ - EᴠᴇʀGʀᴇᴇɴs Pᴀᴄᴋ - Cʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ #2 (ᴡʀᴇɴ)

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|| Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss;Wᴇᴀᴋ, ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪɴɢ, ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ.
|| Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs;Hɪɢʜ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ, sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ.
|| Bᴜɪʟᴅ;Sᴋɪɴɴʏ ғʀᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ғʟᴏᴏᴅs ʜɪs sʏsᴛᴇᴍs, ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ғʀᴏᴍ sʜʀᴜʙs ʜᴇ ᴇᴀᴛs ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ.

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|| Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ; A ғᴏᴏʟɪsʜ ᴡᴏʟғ, Bʟɪᴛᴢ ɪs ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ʜᴇ ʜᴀsɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴜɴɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴅɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜs ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs. Lᴜᴄᴋʏ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴡᴀʏs, ʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ʟᴀᴄᴋs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ Oᴍᴇɢᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʙᴇʏs ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ ʀᴀɴᴋs. Dᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs, ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ʜᴇsɪᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇᴅ ᴜᴘᴏɴ.
|| Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ;Hᴇ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ Oᴍᴇɢᴀ, ʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴏғ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴏʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ʏᴇᴛ. Tᴏ ʜɪᴍ, ʜɪs ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀʀᴇ ɪʀʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏᴏʟɪsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ɪᴛ ᴍᴀʏ sᴇᴇᴍ sᴏ. Hɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ɪs ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ɪs ɪsɴ'ᴛ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅʟʏ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏɴ.
|| Oᴛʜᴇʀ;


W ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴇ s ʜ ᴀ ʟ ʟ ᴡ ᴇ ʙ ᴇ ɢ ɪ ɴ ?


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|| Nᴀᴍᴇ;Eᴠᴀ # 22
|| Aɢᴇ; 3ʏᴇᴀʀs
|| Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ; Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ
|| Iɴғᴏ;Fɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ - Pʟᴀɪɴs Pᴀᴄᴋ - Cʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ Tʀɪɢɢᴇʀ

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|| Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss;Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ.
|| Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs;Hᴜᴍʙʟᴇ, ɢᴏᴀʟ-ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟ.
|| Bᴜɪʟᴅ;Sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟ, ᴛʜɪs ғᴀᴇ ʀᴇsᴇᴍʙʟᴇs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ sʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

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|| Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ;Oɴᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋᴇᴇɴ ᴏɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴғʟɪᴄᴛs, Eᴠᴀ ɪs ᴇᴀsʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʟɪᴀʙʟᴇ. Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴏʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ, sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴀs ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛғᴜʟ. Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. Sʜᴇ ɪs ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴀʟ-ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ.
|| Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ;Eᴠᴀ ʟᴇғᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴғʟɪᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴғʟɪᴄᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ sᴄᴀʀs. Sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ɪs sᴏᴍᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛʟʏ sʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. Oғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴀɪʟ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴀɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ. Hᴇʀ ᴘᴇʟᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀs Sᴏʙᴇᴋs ᴘᴇʟᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ɪs ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ.
|| Oᴛʜᴇʀ; Dᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ Sᴏʙᴇᴋ. Sɪsᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ Aᴠᴇʀʏ.


W ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴇ s ʜ ᴀ ʟ ʟ ᴡ ᴇ ʙ ᴇ ɢ ɪ ɴ ?


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|| Nᴀᴍᴇ;Rᴀɪᴋᴏ #7
|| Aɢᴇ; 4 ʏᴇᴀʀs
|| Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ; ᴍᴀʟᴇ
|| Iɴғᴏ;Hᴜɴᴛᴇʀ - EᴠᴇʀGʀᴇᴇɴs Pᴀᴄᴋ - Cʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ Aɪʏᴀɴᴀ - Mᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ Wʀᴇɴ.

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|| Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss;Bᴀᴡᴅʏ, sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴠᴇ, ғʟɪʀᴛ.
|| Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs;Cʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴠᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ʜᴜʀᴛ.
|| Bᴜɪʟᴅ;A ʜᴀɴᴅsᴏᴍᴇ ʙʀᴜᴛᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏs ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs ᴏғ ʜɪs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴀᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇ sɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʟғ ʙᴜᴛ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ. Hɪs ʟᴇɢs ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜsᴄᴜʟᴀʀ.
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|| Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ;A ᴜɴʟᴏʏᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛ, ᴛʜɪs ʙʀᴜᴛᴇ ɪs ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴏᴍᴇᴏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀʟʟᴇʏ. Hᴇ sᴛᴇᴀʟs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ. Hᴇ ɪs ɪɴᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇssɪᴠʟᴇʏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴜɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʙᴇ. Hᴇ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇs ʜɪs ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢɴᴇss ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.
|| Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ;Bᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴜsᴇ-ᴛᴏ-ʙᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴇᴠᴇʀɢʀᴇᴇɴs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ ʀᴀɴᴋs. Hɪs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ, sᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ sᴛᴏʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴏᴛ ᴏғ Wʀᴇɴ's ᴍᴀᴛᴇ. Hᴏɴᴇsᴛʟʏ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴇ ᴀᴛ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴀɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪs ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ.
|| Oᴛʜᴇʀ; Sᴏɴ ᴏғ Kɪɴᴜᴍʏᴛʜ
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‡ Eɪʀᴀ [number 14]

Postby jaevibes » Sun Aug 31, 2014 2:30 pm

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Mᴇᴇᴛ Eɪʀᴀ,a fighter from the Evergreens Pack.She is obviously a fae from her feminine features.Eira was born and bred to take the highest and sophisticated roles of the pack along with her sister[#2] and brother [#15].She was the one who lacked interest in such roles and was always the tougher one between the two females.The female disliked such attention upon being prepped for the highest roles but grudgingly did so to the satisfactory of her parents.The death of her parents hit her hard although she wasn't surprised when her sister was given the role of beta while her brother left the pack for another.Her sister was then promoted to alpha after the death of the previous.She was rather suspicious of her sister's mate when she took him as one and disliked the beta.She is currently satisfied with her rank and currently has no crush or mate but time will tell.Eira is a very tough and tumble fae who enjoys poking fun and goofing around.She tries hard to be a support system to her sister as she is an overprotective wolf.She is bold and daring not what her parents actually taught her to be.She is a very adventurous wolf who loves to seek thrill.Overall,she is a fairly compassionate and kind wolf.
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Sobek - The Alpha of River Pack

Postby avaloafe » Sun Aug 31, 2014 3:26 pm

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name: sobek
number: 25
gender: male
rank: alpha
pack: river pack
family: father of 6 and 22
relationship status: ex-mates with 29

short personality: A tired alpha who never expected to rise this high. Throws himself so much into his work, he alienates those who love him. Often short and dismissive, although not on purpose.

detailed personality: sobek was once energetic, charming, helpful, nice, and a great wolf. that all changed when he was appointed alpha. the most important role and job of a packs life. sobek tries his hardest to run the pack, but it is wiping the energy out of his body. he get's things out quickly and doesn't like to be bothered; therefor pushing those who love him away from his emotions and feelings.
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Re: ‡ crαcĸѕ ιɴ тнe wαll ‡ ѕємι-Ɩιт/Ɩιт ᴡᴏʟғ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ‡ NOW

Postby Nyxeva » Sun Aug 31, 2014 3:36 pm

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Birth Name:
Larka
Age:
Three years old.
Gender:
Fae


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General Description:
Larka is smaller than most other wolves, standing at barely four feet at her shoulder. She is heavily muscled, giving her a stocky, heavy appearance. Her fur is on the long side, leaving her often looking disheveled and messy, which he truly doesn't care too much about. Warm brown in color, the fur helps hide the scars she obtained as the omega, as well as lending to her heavyset appearance. Her legs are long, ending in paws that appear to be almost too large, making it easy for the female to walk on the snows that blanket her father's territory for much of the year.

Larka's head is slightly larger than that of an average German Shepherd, with perfectly triangular ears set on top. Her muzzle is long, but it is wide, hinting at the strength of her bite. Her eyes are deep amber, not too unusual, although they are striking against her pelt. Her head meets her neck perfectly, and her neck slopes down into a strong, long back and tail. Altogether, Larka appears to be much more powerful than she actually is.

Eye Color:
Amber
Scars, Markings, etc.:
None
Unique Differentiation(s):
Unusually long legs

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Secret Crush(es):
None yet
Mate:
None
Devotion Level:
High

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Sibling(s):
None

Other Kin:
Adin :: Father :: Alpha male
10 :: Mother ::

Mate:
None
Pups:
None

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Personality:
Larka's rebellious personality is the main reason this female is omega of her pack. She has no ambition to move up in the pack, however she is incredibly disrespectful and is constantly pushing the limits with higher ranking wolves. She openly ignores orders and will not hesitate to retaliate with her fangs to an attack, no matter the rank of the wolf. Larka does not connect with any of the members of her pack, especially her parents. Oftentimes she wonders what it would be like if she were to leave the pack and live on her own, or maybe find a different pack.

Of all of her relationships, her relationship with her father is the most volatile. He refuses to claim her as his daughter, and because of this she refuses to call him anything other than Dad. This almost always results in a physical altercation that Larka will never win, but that doesn't stop her from trying. Her relationship with her mother is no different. Larka will not hesitate to bear her fangs at her mother, even though it almost always means taking bites in retaliation. She simply doesn't care.

With other members of the pack, Larka is a sullen background fixture. She keeps to herself and wards others off with her wicked tongue, snapping at any who get too close to her. Luckily for her, many of her packmates have grown used to her behavior and they often do not retaliate.

When left to her own devices, Larka will still retreat into herself. She is quiet and contemplative, enjoying the sounds of the alpine rocks she calls home. She loves the cold, since it makes her thick coat useful rather than a hindrance. All in all, this young she-wolf loves her home, but hates her pack.

History:
Larka was born into the Icecap Pack three years ago. As the alpha's daughter, she was pampered and treated like the princess she was until she turned a year old. It was during a hunt that everything for the little female changed. Getting overexcited after the pack had selected an animal, Larka had rushed in without waiting for her father's orders. Her youthful mistake ended with a bad injury for her and no meal for the rest of her pack since the target and its herd had gotten away. In the following weeks as she healed, Larka noticed a huge difference in the way she was treated now. Her father began to snap and snarl at her, and other pack members would lash out with no warning. It took months for her to realize that she'd been made an omega because of her mistake, and that realization brought out the anger and disrespect she currently harbors towards the pack.

Rank:
Omega.
Other:
Larka is the daughter of the alpha and she will never let him forget it.


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Birth Name:
Lysander
Age:
Three Years Old
Gender:
Brute


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General Description:
Lysander is considered a medium sized wolf with a thinner build than the average wolf. His coat varies in color from a lighter grey or ochre in the warmer months to a darker reddish brown during the winter, but it is always thick, hiding his musculature. This male is not powerful physically, lacking in the necessary muscular build, however he is not helpless. Instead, his body lends itself to speed and agility, making him a formidable opponent and an excellent hunter. He is often called lanky, however this is not a bad thing. His slender build and supple muscles make it easy for him to almost disappear among the trees of the place he calls home.

Lysander has a rather long muzzle that is accentuated by patches of white fur. His teeth are kept constantly sharp by the bones he loves to gnaw on, which also help to strengthen his jaw. His ears have thin, very soft furs on the inside which aid in trapping subtle sounds such as hooves on snow. They are almost perfectly triangular in shape, but complement his long face perfectly. His eyes are a deep amber in color and seem to never show emotion, a trait he has struggled to master since his birth.

Eye Color:
Amber
Scars, Markings, etc.:
Lysander carries several scars from prey animals, but they are hard to see beneath his thick coat.
Unique Differentiation(s):
He is taller than most wolves his age.

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Secret Crush(es):
None yet
Mate:
None
Devotion Level:
Medium-high

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Sibling(s):
Cuan :: Brother :: Omega
16 :: Brother :: Unknown

Other Kin:
Unknown[/i]
Mate:
None
Pups:
Hasn't fathered any

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Personality:
Lysander is friendly and funny, although he is wise enough to not be annoying.When the situation calls for it, he is every inch a powerful, male wolf. He is fiercely protective of his pack, especially the pups, and would readily give his life in order for them to live. During fights, Lysander tends to be a bit clumsy, almost like he is unaware of how to use his large size. He excels at hunting, using his large size, musculature and long legs to overpower prey. He has a fierce temper and little to no patience with wolves outside of his pack, and often times needs help to control himself whenever dispersal wolves are encountered. Despite being a large male wolf, Lysander fears drowning more than anything else, and will often times freeze when faced with deep, fast moving water.

Lysander has no patience for any of the omegas in any pack, including the one that is his brother by blood. If asked, Lysander will deny any relationship with the foothills wolf. When it comes to the omega of his own pack, Larka, Lysander is one of the first wolves that will snap at her. He has tasted her blood many times and believes that the wolves that let her get away with her insubordination are just as bad as she is.

History:
Will update once his twin is posted!
Rank:
Hunter
Other:
None


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Birth Name:
Kinumyth
Age:
Eleven years old.
Gender:
Male


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General Description:
Kinumyth is an average size wolf, standing a little shorter than five feet at his shoulder. His long legs end in the large paws commonly found among his species, and his ears are perfectly placed among his head. His muzzle is long and wide, giving him a proud appearance. At closer look, hints of this wolf's age begin to show. He moves slowly, with a stiff gait due to old injuries. White fur tinges the gray around his muzzle and his eyes. There is a thin film over his eyes, making one wonder at this wolf's eyesight.

When he was young, Kinumyth's coat was a varied array of silver, white and grey fur. Now that he has grown older, the colors aren't as vibrant and his coat appears to have an almost dingy appearance to it. His flanks bear many scars from his years of life, although he doesn't remember where most of them came from. His muzzle is also pocked with scars from the fangs of wolves, the battles long gone from the male's mind.

Eye Color:
Amber
Scars, Markings, etc.:
Too many to list, none that are integral to knowing him
Unique Differentiation(s):
He is old for a wild wolf.

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Secret Crush(es):
None yet
Mate:
None
Devotion Level:
High

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Sibling(s):
None

Other Kin:
Fletcher :: Father :: Deceased
Dynasty :: Mother :: Deceased

Mate:
None
Pups:
7 :: Son

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Personality:
Incredibly intelligent and suitably cunning, Kinumyth is obviously doing something right to have survived for as long as he has. This male seems to have an answer for everything and he seems to know any secrets that are floating around his pack. As the beta of the pack, he considers it part of his duty to know what is going on with the members, however he uses this information for more than just helping rule. Kinumyth is also a very manipulative wolf, using his words and charming nature to get what he wants out of his pack mates. Gifted with words, this male can make even the wildest tale seem like the truth, although he doesn't often outright lie. However, the truth is a fickle thing to the beta male, something he considers optional when it comes to obtaining his goals.

Kinumyth is also away that he is growing older and will not be holding his current rank for much longer. Because of this, he has turned his manipulative ways and silver tongue towards getting his only son into a place of power to continue his legacy. As beta, this male often spends much of his time at the alpha's side, being overly helpful and attentive. However, he uses this closeness in an attempt to control the alpha, and thus the pack. While this isn't always successful, his success rate is high enough to not discourage the male. However he is very subtle when manipulating the alpha, so most of his pack mates are not aware that he is even doing it.

While he does have high goals for his family, Kinumyth takes his rank as beta very seriously. He will not hesitate to defend it, nor will he shirk his duties as second in command. Kinumyth is aware that if something were to happen to the alpha, he would take his place, but the male does not have this ambition. Instead, he wants his son as beta so that he can become alpha of the pack and continue on the legacy of the Evergreens pack.

History:
Kinumyth was once a lone wolf, born to a she-wolf living on the fringes of Evergreen territory. Eventually he grew bold enough to step onto the lands, his hunger driving him to break the rules and hunt on pack lands. It was after he'd killed a deer that the alpha found him and he became a pack member.

Rank:
Beta.
Other:
Kinumyth is not as charming as his son.
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Re: Brooke #28 : Robyn #10 : Hazel #8

Postby satuurnity » Mon Sep 01, 2014 3:07 am

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-no #28
-she-wolf
-omega
-river pack
-swimmer
-friend

-black pelt
-amber eyes
-lithe figure
-long muscular legs
-thin tail
-long pointed muzzle
-fairly thin
Brooke is one of the smaller wolves, withlong muscular legs and a lithe, thin figure. Although she has a thin figure and only weighs 48.7 pounds, Brooke has powerful legs that propel her through the water, making her the best swimmer in the pack. She has a long pointed muzzle and a thin tail.
Even though Brooke is small and the omega of the pack, she is one of the prettiest wolves there. She has a jet black pelt, with glittering amber eyes as bright as the sun. Her claws aren't by any means formidable, as she is no where near a good fighter, but Brooke uses her size to her advantage, dodging blows and tiring out her opponent. She would not be on the front line if there were ever some sort of war (I doubt it), but using her amazing speed she is able to feed the pack. She will sit in a river to catch fish, or charge down larger prey and hook onto it until the others arrive.
-siblings with:
#19
#12
#4
Brooke is in general a very happy wolf, even though the others pay little attention to her - this is an advantage to Brooke, who can get away with trouble more easily. She spends most of her time in the river, praying on fish for fun or just when she's hungry. Or sometimes she just likes to go for a swim. Her best friends are her siblings, as no one pays much attention to her anyway, but that doesn't bother her. Brooke also has a secret crush on Trigger, and she doesn't know why. She thinks it's because he is the 'peace-maker' so to speak, but she isn't sure just yet.
Brooke is not all that concerned with the rumour, but she seems to pay more attention to it than the others as she tends to be by herself most of the time. The sudden temperature changes are a hindrance to Brooke, as cold weather makes it harder for her to swim in the river. The heat, although good for swimming in, is exhausting, and isolates her even more to her little corner of the stream.
-fears:
fire
foothills pack
rumour
destruction within her pack
-loves:
water/swimming
running
summer
being by herself
siblings- #12 mostly


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σвчи
-no #10
-she-wolf
-beta
-foothills pack
-fighter
-insecure

-reddish brown pelt
-deep brown eyes
-heavy muscular body
-thick sturdy limbs
-fluffy fur
-short slightly flat muzzle
-heavy muscular build
Robyn is a heavily built, muscular she-wolf with a thick reddish/brown pelt. She's a brute of a she-wolf, weighing in at around 64.76 pounds. In every fight Robyn will aim to pin down her opponent, as her hefty size is a massive advantage to Robyn in battle. She isn't any where near as fast as the River Pack wolves, but she is extremely agile and full of stamina after living in the mountains for the entirety of her life. Robyn would not be able to outrun most other wolves, but she would certainly have a good go at ripping out their throats.
Her claws are long and her canines are sharp, and using her size to her advantage Robyn would easily be able to take out a wolf from the River Pack or the Evergreens Pack (if they didn't flee first).
-mother to:
#3
-mated to:
#15
Even though when Robyn first met him, she fell madly in love with Adin, she now absolutely hates him. She blames the self-centered male for the rubbish up-bringing of their daughter, and for the fact she is now completely insecure. Her mate ignores her, her daughter is a rebel, and to cover up the mess Robyn puts on a hateful front. She sticks up for herself with brute strength, and reassures herself by forcing herself to believe she is a strong beta and that her pack love her. If only she were right, because inside she fears her spirit is dying, and that soon there will be nothing left of her.
Robyn suffers strange mood-swings now and again, and will often be caught staring off into nothingness. She often gets the wrong idea if a wolf defies her, and thinks violence will solve everything. They just try and help, but nothing seems to help their beta, who is shriveling away, a piece torn from her heart each day. She longs for another mate, another wolf who will make her as happy as he did one day - but she knows that will never happen now that she's beta and already mated. Robyn just pretends everything is ok, for the good of her pack. But she knows she's falling in love again, and breaking apart at the same time - and she knows her secret will come out sooner of later...
-fears:
herself
Adin
the truth getting out
love
-loves:
winter
fighting
things going wrong for Adin
her pack-mates



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αzєℓ
-no #8
-she-wolf
-hunter
-river pack
-speaker
-lover
-light grey pelt
-dark green eyes
-thin body
-thin yet strong legs
-fluffy fur
-long rounded muzzle
-even build
Hazel isn't a strong wolf, but she isn't a particularly weak one either. She has an even build with strong muscled legs. They aren't as strong as Brooke's legs, but they propel her along the river with ease. She has a pelt of light grey/white fur, that's fairly thick and fluffy. It protects her from the cold of the river, but it makes it harder for her to swim. Hazel has dark green eyes that reflect her strong mind. She weighs in at 50.3 pounds.
-Crushing on:
4
-Mated to:
No one yet
Hazel is a strongly spoken wolf that likes to put others in there places. She is highly intelligent in her own ways, and knows a lot about the best places to hunt. She rarely lies and always seems to know how to get what she wants. With her girlish charm and know-it-all mind, Hazel believes she is on the fast track to success.
Hazel spends most of her time hunting with friends, swimming with friends or just hanging out with friends in general. She hardly knows Brooke, and tries to avoid her at all costs. She knows the black wolf isn't very good with others, and she's an omega anyway, so why should Hazel care?
-fears:
being wrong
the rumour being correct
foothills wolves
her friends hating her
-loves:
friends
#no4
the taste of fresh salmon
fishing
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Postby D.E.L.E.T.E. » Mon Sep 01, 2014 5:14 am

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name: elliot
nickname: eli
age: 4 years
gender: brute
species: black mexican gray wolf
pack: icecap
rank: fighter
crush: n // a
mate: ayiana
family tree: elliot --> me --> #16
cuan --> pollydogluv --> brother --> #9
lysander --> elsa --> brother --> #11

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Courageous. Proud. Ambitious. Strong.
Eli cares deeply about the well-fare of his pack. That being said he is very territory, and dislikes loners, very much. Let's just say this...If you're a threat, you aren't going to stay here for long. He is quite the flirt, and ignores his mate, Ayiana...Let's just say he doesn't like to dwell with one girl, for long. Eli is somewhat daft, and doesn't make good choices in life, leading to a possible early death.

Eli is a large brute. He has hard-worked-for muscle upon every inch of his body. His body build is perfect for his job as a fighter. Covering Eli is a thick, black, gray, and brown coat. It is of medium length, and is very coarse, even though it looks very shiny from a distance. Eli has slanted yellow slits, as eyes, making him look slightly creepy, even though the rest of him is quite handsome.

Eli doesn't have much a history. His life started when his mother abandoned her pups in a hole near the coast. Her hope was that, at high tide, the pups would drown. Eli tried to save his other two brothers from drowning, and tried to help them along shore. Cuan, though, fell back in, and Eli had to jump in after him, almost killing both of them. Eli never forgave him, and they separated ways. Eli traveled with his other brother, Lysander, towards the snowy cliffs, and they were accepted in. Lysander trained to be a hunter, and Eli to be a fighter.


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name: avery
nickname: ava
age: 3 years
gender: she-wolf
species: arctic wolf
pack: river pack
rank: fighter
crush: n // a
mate: horatio
family tree: ava --> me --> #22
n // a --> n // a --> father --> #25
crystal --> ice's shadow --> mother --> #29
n // a --> jpano96 --> sister --> #6

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Ava is the kind of wolf to be over-protective and loyal to the friends around her, although she is wary of any new-comers arriving. She is determined, sassy, loyal, and strong. If someone threatens her loved ones, friends, or family, she pounces viciously, and show no mercy. Ava will do orders without question, as long as she things she's doing the right thing. She will stand up for what she thinks is right, even if it goes against everything she believes in. Ava looks down upon others who question the Alpha, and usually loathes the Omega, for unknown reasons.

Ava was raised with several other siblings, all of which most died in training when a rival pack attacked, and her mother could only protect her. She was the strongest of the litter, not the largest, but the strongest. Her mother would rather the strongest survive than the weakest live only to be killed later on in battle. Her family wanted her to take on the role of a hunter, but she refused, and left, to find another pack. Ava would much rather have liked Alpha, but knew better to ask, when she found the River Pack, and joined without question. She became the trusted Fighter of the River Pack.

Ava is very well built, and strong. She may not be the largest wolf around, but was pretty strong, for being to small. She uses tactical strategy to take down her foes, and is one of the only fighters who usually doesn't get many wounds due to her cleverness. Her pelt is a very sleek white, almost like snow. In fact, when it is snowing out, She loves to go hunting, because no one can see her, and she blends in perfectly. Even though she is a fighter at heart, she likes the warm feel of prey in her maw, sometimes. Ava's fur is very short, yet soft, and is like a resistance, because it doesn't get very wet, easily.


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name: rain storm
nickname: rain
age: 3 years
gender: she-wolf
species: gray wolf
pack: foothills
rank: fighter
crush: 4
mate: n // a
family tree: rain --> me --> 27

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Rain is very anti-social, she tends to stay by herself, even though as the fighter she really shouldn't. But this doesn't means that she doesn't talk, because she does, she just doesn't like to. She's anti-social, so she doesn't like to talk about romance or love or anything like that. But if you want to impress her, you'll have to try pretty hard. Rain likes to be near the water, something she hates would be flowers. The silvery wolf has a temper, but not a lot of things make her angry, so you're lucky.

Rain was born in the mountains, with her mother and father. Her two siblings died of sickness, leaving her to be the only one to remain heir to the "throne". She agreed, and soon after both of them passed away. Sad, she stopped talking, and that was when the rival pack came in. They killed almost everyone, and Rain told everyone to evacuate. Rain and the Alpha battled for a long time. She eventually killed him, but was slowly dieing. She fled after her pack, but never found them again. After time her wounds healed, and she came across the Foothills Pack, and joined, becoming the Fighter, since Alpha was already taken. She may be healed on the outside, but will forever be scarred on the inside.

Rain is quite small, yet has a strong build, and is quite reckless in battle. Her past makes her very indecisive, and she rarely knows what to do, or what she wants. Her fur is silver, with flecks of black and white, and it is very silky soft. Some say she is a better hunter, but Rain knows you can't runaway from your past, for long.
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Postby crazy-in-wonderland » Mon Sep 01, 2014 9:28 am

|Aurora|
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Name; Aurora
Age; three years old
Gender; Female
Pack;Plains pack
Rank;Beta
Number;#5
Crush;--
Mate;--
Family;Her twin brother,Horatio, number #1
Personality;Aurora is a talented young wolf with amazing strategic skills. She is very kind hearted,often going out of her way to help others when they ask. She's very intelligent but doesn't like to show it off. She tends to act silly around others especially her twin,Horatio. She's determined to keep in contact with her twin even if he is in another pack, she's happy to see him happy with his mate. Aurora comes off as very poised as she always tends to keep her head high,even in times of trouble. She can be foolish at times and tends to take peoples words too seriously, she doesn't understand when someone's joking and tends to take it to heart if someone insults her. As she is the Beta of the pack she tends to get a lot of respect,though she is very modest about it and don't think she deserves it.Aurora tends to be offended easily,even if someone says something as a joke about her.
History;Will collaborate with Soriams to think of a history for the two.




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|Faolan|
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Name;Faolan
Age; four years old
Gender; Male
Pack;Plains pack
Rank; Hunter
Number;#24
Crush;Annabelle,number #30
Mate;--
Family;--
Personality;
Faolan has always been a loner of sorts, due to him not being able to communicate with others very well. He has a keen gaze and impressive personality perception skills, he just keep it to himself.He is a fantastic judge of character but don't like to show it. He is very hard to talk to which stops people from getting to know the real him. He secludes himself from others but as a hunter has learnt to read the small gestures others make to be able to hunt in large groups. He tends to withdraw himself from others lives without warning due to him feeling there is no need for him in their lives.He thinks of himself as an extra piece not really needed for anything, just sitting unknowingly to everyone else.
History;
Wip for now.
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Re: ‡ crαcĸѕ ιɴ тнe wαll ‡ ѕємι-Ɩιт/Ɩιт ᴡᴏʟғ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ‡ clos

Postby reynard » Thu Sep 04, 2014 10:42 am

There will be no more forms posted after this point, only roleplaying. We will begin when I post a starter. It will be on a seperate post, as this will just be the one that announces...
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Wren, Breeze, Maverick || post 1

Postby reynard » Thu Sep 04, 2014 3:55 pm

daily update wrote:Day 1. Overcast weather. Cold. Late fall/early winter. Morning.


      աʀɛռ #2---alphaess of evergreens pack---mated to (#7), sister of Eira and Adin---tags; open
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        With a loud, undignified huff, the young fae blinked open her yellow eyes to observe the world around her. Just another day for her to flounder in this world, trying to figure out a way to not sink in the rough waters ahead of her. It was not like she was a new alpha, not at all. In fact, Wren had been alphaess for a decent amount of time, she was just very young to hold the job in the first place. If she had risen to the rank on her own, others would praise her as a ambitious young wolf with a lot of life ahead of her. However, greatness had been thrust upon her, a rank given by her family name alone. Now, she was the unwilling alpha. The youngest, she was not from the same litter as her siblings, instead born after them. It had been nice, having two older siblings. That was until Adin went off the deep end. He had his own pack now, a mate, a pup! For a wolf so young, Wren held many titles. Sister. Aunt. Alpha. Mate.
        The last one was the biggest bone of contention for her. Eira didn't like her mate, and to be honest, Wren had no strong feelings for him either. He was a status symbol, something arranged by her parents and his father to ensure that Wren would have a cemented place in the pack. It was much harder to overthrow and alpha when she had a definite supporter. As she thought of her mate, she pushed herself to her paws. She had no intention of going to see him, but his father instead. Wren usually consulted with her beta on a daily basis, as to get a status report on the pack and its hunting.
        That was the one thing that made Wren feel like she belonged. Hunting. The Evergreens wolves were always known for their surefooted hunting skills. In the brief time she had just been a normal pack member, Wren had been a hunter. Never the best, but never the worst either. In fact, within her pack, she had been one of the better trackers. She had never been the type to lead the hunt though, and stayed to the back of the hunting group, ready to bring down the beast they had hunted. Wren was a more stocky set wolf, not agile like some. It allowed her to have a lot of power under her pelt though, making bringing down large game a little bit easier.
        Pausing for a moment outside of her den, she took a moment to look around at the sky. Clouds floated overhead, the sun not able to fully break through. She could still feel the nights chill in the air, although the season had made her coat long enough to deal with it. She groomed down her sleep rumpled fur for a moment, making sure she looked at least somewhat presentable to the pack. Although she never felt the part, she certainly wanted to try to look the part. Although her original plan had been to look for her beta, it had turned into a mission to find her sister. She trusted her more anyway. Wren was not pressed to do anything in a rush though. The young wolf had never been good in the mornings, something she had yet to mature out of. With a yawn, she went to make her way to the water, deciding a good drink would wake her right up.


      ƅɾєєȥє #13---fighter of foothills pack---crushing on Adin---tags; open
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        Someone once said that the early bird gets the worm. Breeze had a different version of it she often told herself. The early wolf gets the most things done, and the most things done makes them the most functional. Perhaps it was a little more expanded view, but then again, no one could accuse Breeze of not having an imagination. She had woken up with the sun, and had already tamed her unruly coat. Although, even when it looked disheveled, her red tinted pelt was admired and sought after. It was thick and long, keeping her warm as well as sweeping elegantly along her frame. Its colour caused her to have almost a fiery glow, matching her personality well. That was mere coincidence though, nothing to be looked into or studied according to Breeze.
        With her powerful hind legs, the fae powered through the harsh landscape at a brusque trot. Breeze had been born among the foothills, and for her whole life she had climbed them. As a pup, she had tumbled in the slopes and chased others up the punishing hills. She packed muscle on different than most, becoming more wiry than stocky. Lean and agile, she could still easily keep up with any foothills wolf on the steep ground. Scenting the air, she could distinguish the scents from the different packs. Sorting through them in her mind, she tried to figure out where her pack in particular was. Probably still at the main dens, but she wouldn't put it past some of them to also start their days early.
        As she dwelled in her own thoughts, a hare picked a poor time to make its presence known to her. She had not even been scenting for the prey animal, so when it burst from a nearby scraggy bush, she was momentarily shocked and on guard. However, her recovery was quick, and like a shot she was off after her quarry. It was not a quick chase, over in moments once she clamped her jaws over the creatures back. She dispatched it quickly, not in the mood to have it suffer while she waited to eat it. It was a lean hare, evidence that it too lived in the foothills. Whatever it's state was, it was still food, and food was never turned away when living with wolves. Instead of eating it right there in that moment, Breeze decided to carry it back to the dens. She was not averse to sharing when it was in her favor.
        Her trek restarted as she picked up the pace, intending to get back sooner than later. As she arrived back at where the dens were situated, she immediately dropped the small animal, shaking out her fur as she looked around to see who was out and about. Her amber eyes and black nose worked simultaneously to determine where the rest of the fighters were. Some where still in their dens, probably sleeping, the lazy dogs. Other smelt as if they had already set off to do their own things. Situating herself, she sat with her tail curled daintily over her paws. The dead hare lay on the hard unforgiving ground before her, its lifeless eyes staring as it waited for its time to be recycled back into the food chain.


      мανєяιcк #21---alpha of plains pack---crushing on Aurora---tags; open
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        Waking up at a decent time in the morning was a new thing for Maverick. It was not an accident, not by any means. Back when he had simply been a fighter, he had allowed himself to sleep till whenever he pleased. There was never anything so pressing that it required him to greet the new day with haste. However, when he had become an alpha, he had thought it only proper that he should be awake to greet all of his pack. Some where morning types, while some preferred their sleep. Regardless, all got a good morning from him, no matter the time of day. Maverick respected all the wolves within his pack, as they were the closest thing to family. Therefore, he treated them as such, and made sure they all knew how much they meant to him. This was one of the many reasons Maverick had refused to recognize an omega, as he had reasoned that they were all scapegoats, so who was he to judge one differently?
        Even though he woke up early, he didn't like to actually do too much until it got a little later in the day. This time of year, the nights were even colder, making the mornings still very crisp and punishing. Once the sun heated up the valley, it was easier to function and get what needed to be done finished. Which is why Maverick sat right in front of his den, casually looking around the flat areas that surrounded them. When he had finally found a place to settle what had then just his bad of outcasts, he had wondered why no other pack had claimed the fruitful plains as their own. Rolling and beautiful, it was always lush with color and prey. When the ungulates came to graze on the long grasses, they would fall victim to his hunters, such as life dictates.
        The other thing that made Maverick so fond of the plains was its openness. Never would he have to worry about someone sneaking up on them. Sure, there was ways one could disguise themselves, blending in with the grass and moving slowly, but that was something the plains wolves had mastered. It was not as easy as it seemed, therefore giving some more safety to the pack. They had no concrete enemies, although he imagined Adin would not want to see his face any time soon. He made it known in his pack that he had no problem with those with family or friends outside of this pack visiting them. Because of the way the valley was, packs shattered and reformed with a frequency. The current ones seemed to have pretty much settled for now, but you never knew when something would come along to make them rise or fall. In harsh years, the packs came together, trying to survive. In plentiful years, the opposite would happen. With the certainty of living, wolves would be more bold, and try to make their own way. The number of wolves and packs in the valley would fluctuate, and the wolves who where a part of them would change as well. Although he had no family left, that did not mean others were the same. Therefore, Maverick had become very relaxed about them coming and going.
        At the same time, he did have rules. It was more for their protection that his need to always know. He asked they always informed him when they were leaving, and he asked they always go with another wolf. Call the buddy system old fashioned, but Maverick would rather have two sets of ears and eyes when traveling than one. Shaking his coat, he looked around to watch for the first stirrings among his pack. He was not sure what wolves were still around, but he was sure he would soon find out.
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