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[sweetbriar]

Bird, named after the one thing that truly represents herself. When this young, lithe femme was about a month old her mother let them wander out of their birthing den for the first time. Bird, being the runt in a litter of boys was truly excited. The prospect of seeing the amazing place she would thrive in for her entire life made her tiny paws shake. So her mother led them out and they saw great new things, rivers, trees, and the sky. Oh, the sky was by far the pup's favorite thing she saw. Until she noticed the birds. They were huge black winged things flapping around cawing at each other, crows, her mother later told her. Little Bird was so fascinated with these strange new creature that she told her mother the most ridiculous thing. "I want to fly around in the sky just like a bird!" Her brothers all snickered. But her adoring mother thought this was the perfect time to christen her daughter, with the name of the animal she adored so much. Her little Bird. Once her brothers became old enough they left their family and went to search for one of their own. But Bird, still very small, decided to stay and help her mother raise her next litter of pups. She only left after these pups were all grown up and her mother decided that her eldest daughter finally needed to go find a family of her own. Bird traveled for many days. She almost even gave into the winter, but once spring came she found Asmund's pack at the age of three and fit in perfectly as a Healer. After all, she never did really like hunting or fighting like her brothers away.

[L.I.N.G.E.R]

คrcano

To the right, To the left,
We will fight to the death!
To the edge of the earth,
It's a brave new world,
From the last to the first.


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First Glance
"Greetings my dears."
Name
Arcano
Age
Five Years
Gender
Male
Rank
Alpha Male
Pack
The Quarantined
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Love Life
"Long since abandoned."
Crush
None
Mate
None
Pups
None
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Appearence
"Of the average, of course."
Eye Color
Chocolate Brown
Base Fur Color
Dark Grey
Markings
Lighter down his legs
and darker on his back.
Short
Description
Arcano has a pretty standard
pelt for his breed. He is a grey wolf
and his coat consists mostly of
a dark grey that lightens down his
legs then gets darker up on his
back. He is of a slightly above
average size standing at 30 inches
at the shoulder, just under six feet
long from nose to tail tip. He
weighs in at roughly 95lbs. There
are wolves of his breed that are
larger that him, but there are plenty
of smaller wolves as well. His chest
is narrow and fur thick with long
bulky legs built for speed and
power. All in all a decent specimen.
He is covered in scars from head to
toe. Some are less visible than
others. There are three big ones
that mark him up, and they are
right on his face. Claw marks
rakig down from his right ear to
just past his above his left eye.
He was once a handsome wolf,
but these marks have obscured
that, now he simply looks like
a beast.
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Personality
"I don't feel obliged to tell you."
There are many words to outwardly
describe Arcano. Brave, cunning,
creative, strategic, intellectual,
serious, but only one word truly
describes everything that embodies
this noble creature. Mysterious.
The first two years of his life
are only known to him, and as
for the next three years, even
his traveling companion for
the time doesn't know everything
he has done. He wishes to keep
it this way as he distrusts others.
Of course there is one exception
to that, but even then it is only
a partial trust built up by a
few years of traveling together.
Arcano doesn't really understand
the idea of full trust, nor does he
understand love. He does know
what loyalty and friendship are.
He remains loyal to his pack, and
regardless of being withdrawn and
stubborn he does deeply care for
his members and their health.
He knows this is the only place
they can find a home and he
wishes to provide them with a
safe environment. He wants this
pack to be strong and act as
one. He doesn't have many
friends, but he would make for
a good one if you worked your
way past his serious exterior.
Underneath lies a sweet, gentle
and very playful being that wants
the best for everyone, and would
willingly give his life for anybody
he was close to.
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History
"A bit of a tragedy really."
Arcano doesn't remember his
parents or siblings as he was
abandon at a very young age.
He was found and raised by a
family of coyotes rather than
wolves. He never felt different
even though he knew he was.
They didn't love him, but they
took pity on him and treated
him as one of their own even
though they knew he never
would be. He was taught to
hunt and to fight. He spent
the first year of his life with
them. When they taught him
all they had to offer they left
and he went off on his own.
This first year of his life he
keeps a secret for her feels
it is a shame to have been
raised by coyotes despite
how grateful he is to that
family that took in the young
grey wolf. He also wishes
to keep the fact that he was
abandoned to himself as
he feels like it would make
others think he was not
good enough to be brought
up by his own species. For
the next year of his life he
searched for ways to fit in
with his own species, but
nothing ever really worked.
He always felt like something
was missing. True that wolves
and coyotes are not that far
apart, but being raised by
coyotes, Arcano knew there
were differences. He never
found a pack to call home
and wandered alone for
the year just trying to
survive.

He stumbled across a pack of
wolves one day, and they were
acting very friendly and accepting.
He ended up telling them his
story and their attitudes quickly
changed. They savagely attacked
him, leaving him helpless.
Once again wolves were the
ones who betrayed him and
coyotes were the ones who
accepted him. It was only one
lone coyote this time. A female
who he had grown rather fond
of. Not in the sense of love, but
a mutual respect and even a
forming friendship. Unfortunately
that wolf pack returned and
took out the coyote leaving
Arcano alone. He grew rather
bitter with wolves at this point
and decided it would be best
to avoid them. He went on with
his life, marked by his past with
three scars across his face. As
his second year came to a close
to begin his third year he
continued to wander as a lone
wolf. A few months later he
happened upon a young
wolf pup. A female. He wondered
what had happened to her, she
appeared to have been abandoned.
Knowing what this felt like
Arcano became enraged with
whoever her parents were. His
heart was set on keeping away
from allvwolves, but he took
this little female under his wing.

Their relationship did not form
as father and daughter, nor
as brother and sister. It
started out as teacher and
student developing into a
great deal of respect and
even friendship towards each
other as the years went on.
He taught her everything he
knew, and grew to enjoy her
company, watching her grow
into the wolf she is today.
Throughout the years he has
done many heinous deeds in
order to protect her, including
sneaking out at night to...
Eliminate any threats, which
were typically other wolves.
He had killed many of his
own kind now believing his
actions were justified. Wolves
would just cause them pain,
so they should be destroyed.
He kept this life a secret, making
sure that Nonna was asleep
whenever he snuck out for
this rather violent life. One day
in their travels they stumbled
across a pack, with a rather
stern alpha. This displeased
Arcano, he had worked so hard
to keep Nonna away from other
wolves besides them feeling as
though the two of them would
simply be abandoned again.
This pack seemed different
though, but he has thought
that before. They were in
search of strong healthy
wolves. Apparently some sort
of sickness had plagued the pack
in recent months. They were
short on members, so Arcano
decided to help them out
and give wolves another
chance.

That turned out to be a grave
mistake for him. The first time
he got into a fight and started
to bleed and a appear weak it
was said that he mist be sick
and he was thrown out of the
pack. Once again wolves had
abandon him and left him for
dead. He did not want to leave
Nonna in the hands of these
wolves, but he left the choice
up to her and left. He ended up
starting his own pack, a pack
where wolves wouldn't have
to be afraid of being thrown
out or abandoned. He would
look after any wolves in need.
He was pleased that Nonna came
with him and he made her the
heir to the aloha spot even
though she was not his pup,
or even like a daughter to him.
She was the only wolf he
trusted even the slightest bit.
These days he rules his pack
with a slight grudge over the
'clean' pack. Who knows what
will happen next, the only thing
he is certain of is that he will
never forgive the wolves who
turned their backs on him.
That day would never be
forgotten.
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To the right, To the left,
We will fight to the death!
To the edge of the earth,
It's a brave new world,
It's a brave new world!

Яeizend

Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha?
Don't cha?

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First Glance
"Eat your heart out, babes."
Name
Reizend
Age
Three Years
Gender
Female
Rank
Subordinate
Pack
Erysicthon
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Love Life
"No one is good enough for me!"
Crush
None
Mate
None
Pups
None
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Appearence
"I look...Out of your league!"
Eye Color
Dazzling Sapphire
Base Fur Color
White
Markings
No blemishes
Short
Description
Perhaps one of the few
perfect specimens left in life.
A flawless white pelt covers
her dainty appendages. With
blue eyes ablaze with pride
and confidence. Her breed
is that of an arctic wolf, which
is where her white pelt comes
from. She stands at 26 inches
at the shoulder, and is about
4 and a half feet from nose
to tail tip. She is on the smaller
side for her breed weighing in
at 75 pounds. Her paws are
surprisingly small, but they
do not really hinder her as she
only uses them for walking. Her
chest is narrow and fur always
neatly groomed. She holds
no scars anywhere on her
bodice. She shamelessly
flaunts her looks to get what
she wants, and it should
now be clear as to why she
can do that.
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Personality
"Don't you wish you were me?"
Let me start off by saying
regardless of how good Reizend
thinks she is, she is really just
a derp in the form of a wolf. Honestly,
she is comparable to Moon Moon
(if you get the reference). Her looks
have gotten her everywhere in life
and so she had never had to learn
any valuable skills as things were
simply handed to the pampered
pooch on a silver plater. Because
of her stuck up, snooty, I think I
am better than everybody
else attitude she tends to make
more enemies than friends. She
is very vain and can almost
always be found staring at her
own reflection. She might even
be talking to herself. Telling
herself how pretty she is. She
is prideful and will never admit
when she is wrong. She never
thinks she is wrong, she must
always be right. She tends to be
disrespectful and rude to all
wolves, yes even the high ranks.
Luckily for her she has learned
how to wrap others around her
little paws to get what she wants
and get away with things. It is
safe to say that even if she cannot
perform heinous deeds on her
own she is a dangerous enemy
to have for she can have someone
much more skilled carry out
dangerous acts for her. She is
quite spiteful and deviously
clever when she wants to be.
She is, simply put, unique and
not entirely in a good way.
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History
"I'm such a lucky lady!"
From the moment she was
born it was quite clear that little
miss Reizend would be a spoiled
princess. She learned how to
wrap her siblings and parents
around her paws at a young age.
She was the first to get milk,
the first to exit the den, then one
who won the play fights even
though she had zero skill in
fighting. She made sure her
siblings let her win. She's always
been able to get out of trouble,
and she was always good at
getting her siblings into trouble
when they upset her. It was
truly an amusement to her, she
enjoyed having everything she
wanted handed to her on a
silver plater. She was never
told no. Her parents were the
beta pair, so having parents of
higher ranks really did not help
with her bad attitude. She became
very bossy very fast, and as her
reputation became more known
fewer and fewer wolves questioned
her. They knew she would get
back at them in her own vicious
way if they did. Another thing she
had in her favor was the affection
of the alpha. He was totally smitten
with the snowy female from the
time she turned a year old. Just
like everybody else she had him
wrapped around her paws and
lead him on shamelessly. She
had no interest in him, though to
be the alpha female wouldn't
have been a tragedy she would
rather have ruled alone, but she
could get anything she wanted
without the rank already, so why
bother?

She never learned how to hunt,
fight, or heal as she never needed
to. She never had to lift a paw,
just tell someone to get what she
desired and they would oblige
her. It took hard work to build
up to this point. To say she was
smart in how she went about this
wouldn't be correct. She isn't all
that intelligent, but she is rather
devious, and spiteful. This makes
her willing to do anything to get
revenge on anybody she feels
has done wrong to her. Now, all
her hard work and efforts quickly
went to waste when her pack
was wiped out by hns seeking
their sleek white coats. She alone
escaped with no sorrowful emotions
towards her pack mates, but
rather an insensitive annoyance
to the fact that she now lost her
obedient minions. Selfish is a
trait she has always had, and will
continue to have long into the
future. She searched for a new
pack to control in her own
mischievous way, and stumbled
upon Asmund's pack. She felt
it was the perfect situation. The
pack was so wrapped up in
trying to contain this apparent
illness that she felt she could
easily work her way under their
skins to create more mindless
obedient minions. Of course she
knows it will take more hard work,
but as she has done this once
before she knows she can do it
again, and with practice from the
first time around she is sure that
she will be able to get what she
wants in even less time than the
few years it took before. The
devious wheels in her mind are
turning again, she's on the prowl
and nothing will stop her from
claiming what she desires. The
world.
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Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don't cha?
Don't cha?

[Equitable]

(Reizend & Arcano are accepted. We will likely be starting the roleplay tomorrow, unless anyone has any objections?)

[Equitable]

(Bird is accepted)

[Equitable]

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Ａｌｐｈａ ｏｆ Ｔｈｅ Ｅｒｙｓｉｃｔｈｏｎ Ｐａｃｋ

Asmund awoke from a horrid nightmare which was more of a memory than a dream. He had spent the night with images of the original Erysicthon pack tearing each other to pieces, watching his friends die at each other's hands yet again. He couldn't shake the memory during the day and didn't expect any different at night. He rose quietly to his paws and walked out towards the small amount of sunlight peeking in from the entrance of his den. Since Asmund had started searching for a new home, he had accumulated more and more travellers, and was able to rebuild the Erysicthon Pack. Naturally, he had taken the position of Alpha since he led the group in their travels. When they had found a new place to call home, he immediately handed out ranks to everyone based on what he had learned of them during their travels. He had set strict rules that kept his pack safe, though it was mainly to keep Ezekiel safe. He promised his alpha to keep the young prince safe at all costs. How much longer will I be able to keep that promise? It didn't matter right now. The other wolves could criticize his rules all they like, but so far it had kept everyone safe. Nobody could argue that. The ebony brute crawled down the rocky wall that led to the clearing and went to check the food supply. It hadn't much in it; just some remnants of a deer leg and a small bunny. The alpha male would need to organize a hunt soon. He turned and began towards Catori's den. Catori was his lead scout and she was good at what she did, though Asmund never admitted it out loud. He still thought she was young for the rank she had, but she insisted upon having it, so he had caved. "Catori, I have an assignment for you. Get up." He called into the den, and waited for her to show herself. Apparently, he was the first to be up, though this wasn't unusual.

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Ｔｈｅ Ｙｏｕｎｇ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅ ｏｆ Ｅｒｙｓｉｃｔｈｏｎ

The young prince felt a little warmer this morning after being able to hear his father's voice in his dreams. His father in both life and death still had wisdoms to speak to his son, and had seemingly found a way to communicate through Ezekiel's dreams. At least, that's what Ezekiel liked to believe. The two year old's ocean blue eyes flickered open and he stood up to stretch out his body before exiting his den to greet the day which had barely begun. As he plodded out of his den, the young brute noticed no one else seemed to be awake, including the ever-watchful Asmund. The pale coated adolescent took advantage of this and scurried quietly across the clearing over to Mikhail's den, and let himself inside. He spotted the fire-colored wolf sleeping in the back and nudged his friend firmly with his snout. "Mikhail, get up, we're going to the lake. Hurry, before Asmund gets up. Come on." The snowy pelted wolf encouraged, now pawing at the sleeping male.

[sweetbriar]

Bird's snowy gray orbs flickered awake. She had, had the most terrible dream. Wolves, of her pack and of the Quarantines ripping each other's throats out. Until she was the only one standing there, in the bitter center of a blood-soaked field, blamed for the sins of both sides. If this dream was a look into the future, Asmund had to know. Shaking a light dusting of snow off her downy white pelt, the young femme stood and headed out of her den in search of her Alpha. But that wasn't who she found, instead she saw Ezekiel trying to rouse Mikhail awake. Though they were around her age, Bird had never really socialized with them. After all, they hadn't grown up together. She was a former loner, and they were pack-wolves. The white fae had started over to them but now stopped in her tracks, a stricken look on her face. Who was she kidding? They would never be friends! Backing up the femme turned and walked away. She found Asmund trying to wake Catori, the Head Scout. She didn't really want to intrude, but this was important. "Excuse me? Asmund, may I speak with you?" She asked, stepping into Catori's den slightly. She hoped he wasn't upset that she interrupted them.

[Equitable]

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Ｔｈｅ Ｙｏｕｎｇ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅ ｏｆ Ｅｒｙｓｉｃｔｈｏｎ

The young prince felt a little warmer this morning after being able to hear his father's voice in his dreams. His father in both life and death still had wisdoms to speak to his son, and had seemingly found a way to communicate through Ezekiel's dreams. At least, that's what Ezekiel liked to believe. The two year old's ocean blue eyes flickered open and he stood up to stretch out his body before exiting his den to greet the day which had barely begun. As he plodded out of his den, the young brute noticed no one else seemed to be awake, including the ever-watchful Asmund. The pale coated adolescent took advantage of this and scurried quietly across the clearing over to Mikhail's den, and let himself inside. He spotted the fire-colored wolf sleeping in the back and nudged his friend firmly with his snout. "Mikhail, get up, we're going to the lake. Hurry, before Asmund gets up. Come on." The snowy pelted wolf encouraged, now pawing at the sleeping male.

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Ａｌｐｈａ ｏｆ Ｔｈｅ Ｅｒｙｓｉｃｔｈｏｎ Ｐａｃｋ

Asmund's head snapped back towards the entrance of the young lead scout's den to see the healer, Bird, waiting for him to spare a moment of his time for her. He was a bit annoyed at the interruption, especially since he felt it was important to send Catori out as soon as possible, but he couldn't ignore the healer's request since the whole point of this pack is to keep all of it's members healthy. "Catori, I will be back in a minute to speak with you further. Be ready to go out when I return," He commanded the female scout. Then he proceeded to exit the den, expecting Bird to follow. "What is it, Bird? Has someone fallen ill?" He inquired with a prepared tone in his voice, as if he was expecting to banish more wolves from his pack. He kept walking forming a plan to hunt in his mind as he listened for the young white female to explain her needs. He was partially glad that Bird had come to find him as he had a task for her today too, he had merely wished he had given Catori her orders first. These wolves need to get up earlier and quicker, He thought to himself, Bird seems to be the only one ready for the day.

[sweetbriar]

She could tell he was annoyed. Oh no, he hates me! Her mind fretted. But what was done was done, all she could do know was tell him. "No. No one's sick." She replied quickly. The pretty white wold tried to keep up with him as he walked, his strides were long and powerful while hers were short and delicate. "I've had a dream, usually I wouldn't have bothered you..." she trailed off. "But this one was different.' She looked at him straight on, her soft gray eyes meeting his. Trying to get him to understand how important this was. "The Quarantines had attacked us, we won. But the sickness started to spread more. More and more wolves got sick... Until there was no one left. The forest was empty." The downy white femme sympathized with the Quarantines, so she was worried. She couldn't have possibly lied to him. But what is this gave him the excuse to leave them even further behind?

[Rotten]

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▐▐ Name: Mikhail ♥♥♥ Pack: Erysicthon ♥♥♥ Gender: ♂ ♥♥♥ Age: 2 ♥♥♥
▐▐ Rank: Subordinate ♥♥♥ Crush: None ♥♥♥
▐▐ Currently: Waking up ♥♥♥ Tags: Ezekiel

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Mikhail was having a peaceful sleep where nothing was disturbing him. It was just so peaceful. He never wanted to wake up again. Suddenly the feeling of a cold thing with fur pushing him. His eyes opened up and he woke with a start. As the perpetrator spoke, Mikhail narrowed his eyes. It was none other than Ezekiel, which wasn't much of a surprise he guessed. Now you see, Mikhail wasn't much of a morning wolf. He was probably the most lazy one here. He wanted to chew his ears off but instead merely sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine..." he mumbled and got out of the den, shaking his copper fur before turning to look into the blue eyes of his best friend. They were quite the duo, he was lazy and a coward, Ezekiel was curious and a true alpha. Doing what he usually does, Mikhail had to point out the facts. "You know leaving will likely mean consequences from the alpha once we return and a possible chance of being wounded due to our sense of adventure, right? Though on the bright side we get to have fun and freedom." he spoke both to Ezekiel and himself before he started to yawn, still waking up.


((I'll make my other two posts in a bit, I got some life stuff I have to do.))

[Simmarrah]

Sasha

About Her
Age: 2 Years old
Gender: Female
Eyes: golden with green flecks along the inner edge.
Special Markings: A backwards P along the shoulder blades, cream colored. The backs of her ears are also tipped with the cream in an ^ marking. A cream colored narrow line runs down her spine, from the base of her skull to the back on her tail.

History: Sasha was born into a pack of 6 adult wolves and her littermates, equalling to three pups, one male and two females. The boy died after a few weeks, weakened by sickness, but Sasha and her sister Shieko grew strong. Born to the alpha pair, the sisters were destined to inherit leadership of the pack, so they began their training at a young age.
The pups were only a year and a half old when asickness began to spread through the pack. Many of the adults died, and the alpha pair decided it was time to move on. They took their daughters and fled to a new land, hoping to find peace. They found death. Sashas parents were slain before her, trying to defend their pups and give them a chance to escape the clutches of the pack they had stumbled upon. The sisters fled and hid deep in the forest, not knowing that they had been followed. The pair was tortured, and Sasha quickly passed out from the pain. When she awoke, Sheiko was dead, and Sasha had been....abused.
Frightened by the events, the dark wolf fled for many months, avoiding contact with other wolves. Her heart was broken, her soul scarred. And she was starting to see things, or so she thought.
Sheiko did not pass on to the next world due to the event of her death, and she followed her sister where ever she went. Sometimes Sasha would catch a glimpse of the ghostly form, and try to make contact with her, to no avail.
So Sasha wandered the darkness, alone, afraid, hungry. She began to weaken as it became harder for her to hunt, and she decided that it was time again to find the company of wolves. She was afraid of what they might do to her, but death at another wolf's fangs beat the slow death of starvation. So she travelled to a new land, hoping to find peace, both with a pack and within herself.

Personality: Due to the trauma she experienced Sasha tends to shy away from other wolves, males in particular. When she warms up and begins to trust someone, they will find the exuberant pup she used to be. She is intelligent and quite resourceful, but can be quite reserved around new wolves. She is sweet and mild mannered, though can be very brave. She would be the wolf that would lunge for the throat for the kill in a hunt.

Pack: Possibly Ｅｒｙｓｉｃｔｈｏn

Rank: Unestablished

Crush: none