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[pouty]

name;;
eeori
{ ee-or-e }

gender;;
vixen - female - she-wolf

age;;
3 ½ years old

rank;;
healer in training | Haldred pack

crush;;
--

mate;;
--

siblings;;
unknown

parents;;
unknown

'' we're all like the moon; we reflect
others happiness yet still have our dark side. ''

personality;;...................................

eeori, just like her name, is a rather unique female. she's quite delicate and it
doesn't take much to hurt her feelings, but she's quick to mend herself
and get her positive outlook on life back. often, her positive look on
life clings onto others for a while, whether eeori means it or not.
this helps her comforting people and for a to-be-healer, that is not
a bad thing to have. her voice has a way of soothing others when
they're upset or in pain, but that's not always.
as well as having a soft heart, eeori is also an intelligent vixen. aside
from knowing all of the herbs that every healer should know, she also
knows a fair amount of other things such as; humans, life outside of
the forest or a pack and the surrounding world. this is mainly to her
habit of being too curious at times, but its also due to her
life outside of the pack and the fact that she may or may not
ask the elders too many questions.
maybe it was due to her short loner life, or because of the
pull that the moon has, but eeori find the night and the moon in
general quite fascinating. she'd often go to extreme lengths to not
miss the night sky and its starry blanket.
eeori is also a lost cause when it comes to love. she doesn't feel
sorry for herself or isn't a broken female that is waiting for a
prince on a white horse, but right now eeori doesn't see the point
in it all and would rather look at other happy pairs rather than have
others looking at her and her happiness.

history;;

On a cool autumn's night, a female with a pelt that fitted perfectly with the surrounding shadows give birth to 5 pups, her mate nowhere in sight... No, the female thought. He's not coming back. Yes, the female was right. Her mate, the male that she loved and held so dearly, was not coming back. He passed away, he died in a battle. Or at least, that's what the packs said..
For weeks, the female thought that that was true, yet something told her to hide away from the surrounding packs. She trusted her instincts and stayed away from the border, caring for her 4 alive balls of fur.
This continued for a month, but the mother decided against everything then. She was growing weak with despair, both physically and mentally and knew that the pups wouldn't survive without her. They'll soon begin to remember some things and this shouldn't be it..
The 4 pups were split in 2 groups, a girl and a boy. One group would be given to one pack and the other group into the other pack. That's what the mother did, but it was already too late. Her oldest pup, her oldest daughter would never forget her mother; the female with the beautiful night pelt.

Eeori grew up in the pack and acted oblivious to her reality; the pack dismissed her mothers story and told her that her mother died whilst giving birth to her. Yes, thats what Eeori had to believe. She had to believe that and act as if she and her brother, the only brother that she remembered she had, were not related. The two were complete opposites; Eeori with fragile bones yet gentle paws that could do many wonders on a bad wound, her brother the toughest fighter from his age group. Yes, Eeori's brother was not proud to have her as his sister.
Soon enough, he stood up for himself and told his sister to either grow up and become as strong as him or leave. Heartbroken, she knew that if she stayed her brother would not be afraid to fight her; that would be a lost cause for the vixen. Besides, she'd rather have herself roaming the unknown than her brother, so the young wolf left, but her loner life did not last as long as she expected.

During her loner years, Eeori bumped into many wolves. Some in loner groups of their own, some on their own. Although not all of them were nice, they did warn her each time Eeori would heal one of their small group members. ' Stay away from the two-legs ' ' Stay away from the humans, they're nothing but trouble ' . Each time new information would be handed to her, but never had the female witnessed anything first-hand.
On and on the loner life dragged. The dark pelted wolf did bump into danger now and again, but she was a helpless fighter and often fled before anything could get a firm grip on her. It was during one of these days that a patrol from the Haldred pack caught her.

Although she was a helpless fighter, her healing knowledge and ability earned her a place in the pack. Although at the time it was far from perfect and didn't even begin comparing to what their current healer knew, the pack was willing to train her into the wolf that she is today.

ᵉᵉᵒrᵢ

name;;
nation
{ nat-ion }

gender;;
male - brute

age;;
3 years old

rank;;
fighter | Zerrin pack

crush;;
--

mate;;
--

siblings;;
unknown

parents;;
unknown

'' we're all one; once
we're combined we cannot be defeated. ''

personality;;...................................

nation is a rather difficult brute. he's different with
all wolves alike. although he will obey orders and commands
most of the time, he'll first chew it through and see what
he'd do before being a puppet for others to control.
but then again, difficult is not always wrong and, no matter
how difficult something might be, nation will find a way
through it and will either defeat the order given to him
or will go through with it without much thought about
going around it.
although willing to help the pack, nation can easily come
off as arrogant. he does think about his own well being first,
but includes everybody else as long as he thinks that he'll
survive another day. he'll often over-esteemate his
strength and lead himself into unnecessary situations.
but although he makes a fool from himself, nation does take
other, weaker wolves into consideration. although he won't
be any less warmer or colder with them, he will have a softer
heart for them and will be more willing to help them out than
the other, stronger wolves that are in the pack.
nation's arrogance and selfishness leads many wolves into
thinking that his IQ is below a pups, when in fact its a little
bit above average. nation does have his bright moments
sometimes, even if its not that common.

history;;

Nation was born into a pack or rulers. His family had led his pack for generations, most likely ever since the pack began. They've been doing a great job at it too, although there were mis-understandings and fights in it it was all natural. No pack was perfect and this one wasn't an exception.
The day Nation was born was not a good day. To start it off, his mother passed away not long after naming her pup, his father wished for a strong pup, not a fragile fur-ball and to top it all off, the pack was not able to function as well with one of their beloved leaders gone.

Yes, Nation was disliked from the day he was born, but this didn't change his outlook on life. He was a pretty bubbly pup at first, but after months of getting strangle looks and being dismissed half of the time, the little pup give up and decided to become as strong as his father and to lead the pack once he's old enough. So it began.
When Nation turned 1, he began training on his own. He'd seen enough loner battles and battles that broke out in the pack to teach himself something. Although the moves were far from perfect, the wolf was proud of them and felt as if he needed no more training and dismissed any offer that might've risen.
Then when it was his turn to lead the pack, he was challenged by an older dark furred male. It wasn't a big surprise when the black pelted wolf overpowered Nation, but it did shock the white ball of fur. Instead of training and trying to re-gain his right to the alpha rank, Nation left the pack; his pride hurt.

His loner life and loner ways did get him into many battles with different wolves, but in the end Nation came out Victorious. His pup-moves were improved and unique, so not many wolves knew how to doge them, but many did know or had an idea of how to defeat them. It was during one of those battles that Nation was caught on Zerrin's pack land. He was too careless and ended up on their land. Although it was clear that Nation had been a loner for a long time, the male still accepted the offer to join the small pack and help, in hopes of one day becoming the leader, just the way his family used to rule their pack.

im really sorry >.< . this should be finished tomorrow <3 turns out i made it ^^ ;;

[canis,]

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G e n d e r ;; Female
R a n k ;; Healer
A g e ;; 5 years
P a c k ;; Haldred
T a g / s ;; Duncan, Maedoc, Pollock and Kat
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ＳＡＧＥ. . .
- - - - - "Run! Run, Sage!" The white fae looked around, eyes wide and filled to the brim with terror. There was no immediate danger as far as she could see, but the voice was urgent. "Run! Go, now! Run Sage!" The femme had yet to determine the source of the voice. It seemed to bounce off of the trees, creating a circle of sound around the lonely wolf. "Run! Run..."

Sage awoke, her breathing labored with the effects of her most recent nightmare. They had become a more common occurrence for the Healer, yet she cannot figure out the reason behind them. Or the source of the voice. Or the danger hidden somewhere within. A sudden, loud howl brought Sage's mind back to the reality of this world. She was in a pack: Haldred. Her Alpha was a cold brute. Her Beta, something less. And as for her other pack mates, they were so diverse that she was unable to sum them all up. Alas, no matter her thoughts, she must attend the morning meeting.

The Healer emerged from her den. Almost instantly her fur was set aglow. The snowy white of her coat seemed to shimmer in the morning light of the early sun. And her icy blue eyes looked like sparkling marbles set into her skull. Most bowed in respect to the Beta and Alpha. She, however, was different. Sage was not one to lower herself easily, no matter the wolf. She simply walked past Duncan and Maedoc's view, coming to sit near the front of the group on the ground.

As she glanced around, the ivory femme spotted Pollock nearby. She had no issue with the brute. In fact, he was one of few that Sage tolerated. The Healer smiled lightly to the male in greeting, then nodded ever so slightly to Kat as well. And with that, her tail curled over her petite and gentle paws to await the announcements from their Alpha.

[{Lullaby}]

((Taiyo and Hopeful. are both accepted!))

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D U N C A N
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H A L D R E D • A L P H A

Ducan observed the camp as he waited for the wolves to come to the meeting, noticing that Kat was first. A smile or a nod of the head was expected of the pack. The gestures showed respect, something he demanded from his pack. He viewed it as disrespectful if a lower-rank didn't acknowledge a higher ranking wolf. Satisfied as Kat smiled, he looked towards Maedoc as the beta approached him. Maedoc bowed, and because he was the beta, Duncan returned the gesture with a slight nod. Because he was the alpha, he didn't have to subject to any wolf. The only reason he didn't treat Maedoc too badly was that he was beta. Once Duncan passed on, Maedoc would take over. If he admired Duncan, Maedoc would rule the pack in a similar way and continue the pack's legacy. In Duncan's opinion, Maedoc was a strong leader, but could be too soft at times. The only thing that would keep Maedoc from being the next alpha was if Duncan had a son with his mate that had the rank of alpha female. However, Duncan wasn't too fond of sharing his pack with a female.

Noticing small movements in the back of the camp, Duncan examined what was behind a large rock. Realizing it was only Pollock, he muttered, "Figures." The young wolf had much to learn. Watching Malta exit her den and join the others, he noticed that she also nodded to Maedoc. Duncan thought he was most important, but it was also important to show respect to the other high-ranking wolves. His thoughts were interrupted as Sage emerged from her den, simply walking past him. He glared at the fae, happy that she was going to be searching for plants or being stuck at camp. Neither was very exciting. Sage was very stubborn and rarely obeyed him, which angered him. The only reason she wasn't banished or killed was that she was loyal to the pack, intelligent, and a strong warrior. Every wolf was expected to have decent fighting skills, even if they weren't a fighter. Otherwise, they were considered weak.

Now that most of the pack was awake, Duncan decided to begin speaking. The wolves that were still getting up would just have to catch up. Standing up, Duncan ordered, "Today is to be like any other day. I will lead Kat, Pollock, and Siren on a border patrol. Fiasha and Malta will hunt." Looking towards Malta, he told her, "Since Fiasha isn't awake yet, you're welcome to go hunting by yourself, wake her up, or wait for her." Speaking to the entire pack, he continued, "As usual, Maedoc will watch over the camp and Sage and Eeori will gather herbs if needed." Examining the crowd, he searched for the fighters that were to go with him. Kat and Pollock were at the meeting, but Siren was still in his den. He considered leaving without him or waking him up, but decided more wolves would be better and he would wake the fighter. Before closing the meeting, he asked, "Is everybody clear on what they're supposed to do?"

[mrs lough]

Kat followed everyone slowly and positioned herself right in the back of the crowd. She gave Maedoc a respectful nod of her head to acknowledge her friend's presence. She liked it there and felt as if the spotlight wasn't on her. Her tail curved softly over her paws in a polite manner as Duncan spoke. As he said her name, Kat looked up with a nod, knowing what she had to do every single morning. She was usually an early riser, regardless of what time she went to bed. Get up, listen to Duncan, border patrol, hunt, sleep, and do it all over again the next day. She had tuned out for a moment when she began to think about the border patrol. She wondered if anything bad would happen, although she seriously doubted it, because she went every day to check the borders and nothing was out of the ordinary.

When again Duncan's voice spoke up, she had come back into reality. Her ears flicked when he asked everyone if they knew their assigned project. Her chest heaved out as she took a deep breath before she gave a nod of her head. "Yes, Alpha Duncan," she replied with a soft smile.

{On my phone -- no pretty posts c:}

[bubble9001]

((Sorry I haven't posted yet. I've been super busy with Christmas coming up and all, but can I have a recap. Also, who's open?))

[Benathorn]

{ Same for myself. ^^;
I've been gone most of the day and must work through the night.
I shall begin writing a post later and will try to finish it by tomorrow.
A re-cap would be much appreciated. c:

[mrs lough]

{Not much has happened. Wolves have woken up and given their respects to Duncan. Now they are having a meeting, and Duncan told everyone what they would be doing to start out the day. ^^}

[love lucy]

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ஜｆ ｅｎｒｉｒ

→ brute
→ warrior
→ crushless


┗━━━━━━....━━━━┛

ஜThe tessellation before him changed as soon as the wind drifted. The leaves of the tree he was sitting under had shifted and so did the patterns of sun that grazed the ground aimlessly. Now it was nothing but a mere memory of the endless summer they were facing. A summer that with time will, too, fade.

The event just a reminder of how easily things come and go. Fenrir, for the most part, was very aware of it. All to the given fact that his life so far is not very memorable, and that like the leaves rust to fall and die, he will too, with no one to remember him. He was a lonely brute, no matter him being part of a pack. He just joined to be closer to company, to have an idea while watching the others go by, interacting with each other. The amber eyed brute, of course, would be standing in the sidelines, like always.

Solitude was always a mistress to him as company, but nothing more. For like war and death always come together, so did monsters and solace. He, the beast, was clearly alone at the moment, having nothing better to do than be there and do nothing; talk to no one. For the most part it was not a matter of trying, but more the issue that everybody was afraid of his appearance. Quite frankly, Fenrir was a shy brute, nice, but reserved. Nothing like he was made out to be on the external part of his being. But since no one knew the actual truth, they cowered from his presence. And when he tried to approach the simplest soul, on instinct they ran. He looked feral, raw, and his shadow a loner. Who would even dare come close? Who would be so stupid? So careless?

And he knew what he looked like and what reaction he would get by memory. It was carved, like his curse, into the blood in his veins. So he didn't try. Not anymore, anyway. Joining a pack was a miracle, and he was thoroughly enjoying being able to be this close. He still steered uneasiness and fear into others, but the alpha had accepted him unwavering, and due to the action the Fenrir responded with automated loyalty. He would not stray. He wold not go against his alpha. He would follow his leader, to whom he was grateful of acceptance.

He was casually nonchalant when other wolves evaded him, and his best days were those in which he was addressed by somebody, even if it was just to order him around. Because at least he was talked to, and that made him happy. Now as he lied there it was clear that he was watching everyone go around with the fast flicker of his eyes that trailed after each movement. He was, like always, watching. A simple pastime that came from nonexistent association.

Yes, he was a member of the pack. Yes, he was happy in it. Yes, he was lonely. Yes, no one wanted to have anything to do with him. Yes, he was quiet. Yes, he was watching. Yes, he didn't care that nobody cared, or at least, he pretended. All because he knew what he was from the first time his name was uttered with venom and distaste.

Fenrir: the cursed lonely monster.

[Taiyo]

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•Gender: Female
•Age: 2 years
•Pack: Zerrin
•Rank: Fighter
•Status: Single
•Tags: Fenrir

She awoke to the familiar throbbing in her chest, the same old, same old greeting of heightened senses and rough breathing from resurfacing so abruptly, so violently from a nightmare. Same old. Same old.

It was bad - but then when wasn't it? But every morning, it took a little less time, a little less pain for her to differentiate reality from dreams and it was getting easier -all the time- to mask the demons that haunted her. The fae stood up slowly, blinking brown eyes at the sunlight that streamed into her small den. It took a few moments for her to get her bearings, for her heart to slow down and the look of fear to finally seep from her eyes and finally, she took the first step out into the middle of their current camp.

It was an unusually breezy morning, not that the wolf was complaining. Her eyes slid slowly as a stray breeze passed through camp, tangling its fingers through her fur, a cooling balm across the red, hot scars beneath. Camp was sunken in silence, a peaceful, early morning prayer as creatures slowly stirred from their sleep, blinking sleepy eyes and welcoming the new day with hopeful hearts. She watched as leaves untangled from branches, dancing in their complicated language as they floated downwards to the ground. However before they could touch the ground a new breeze swept through and carried them onto a new path, to dance anew to a song only they understood.

Revenue glanced around camp, her eyes seeking the shadows for the form and shape of the pack. The fae wasn't sure what she thought of them, she was grateful the Alpha accepted her, acknowledged her despite the scars on her body and the horrifying story they tell. They were nice, gentle and loving but it just wasn't the same. It wasn't the same as staying with your own family, your siblings, your parents and fighting with them, living and protecting them. Ah but that pack is no longer...

There, she spotted the shadow of a large brute, the familiar autumn splash of colors - "Fenrir." she greeted softly, brown eyes hooded as she approached the shadows of the large tree. She could feel it, smell it and even taste it on her tongue, a familiar taste that reminded herself of her situation at times. She daren't say it - for she would never wish her past happening on another - but Fenrir held a sense of familiarity to her and she drew comfort in his presence. Just because he was so similar.

She was a wolf trained to analyse every minute movement of another, to recognise and react almost instantly - and so she knew and she could read the emotions of resignation and loneliness within sharp amber orbs. "Join me for a little walk?" she requested softly, lips curling in a small, small smile that never reached her eyes.

[volstiso.]

ｒｅａｃｈ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｇｈｔ ➴ ➵ ➶

➴ ➵ ➶
➴ ➵ ➶➴ ➴

▬▬ｄｅｅｐ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｓｔｏｒｍ ｔｈｅｒｅ’ｓ ａ ｐｌａｃｅ▬▬

that’s soft and still ➴ ➵ ➶➴ ➵ ➶➴where the road waits to be taken

➴ ➵ ➶➴ ➵ ➶➴ｉｎｓｉｄｅ ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｌｅａｄ ｙｏｕ ｓｏ ａｓｔｒａｙ

➴ ➵ ➶➴ ➵ ➶➴➴ ➵ ➶➴ ➵ ➶➴[➴ ➵ ➶➴ ➵ ➶➴➶➴

- kauri - four years old - fae - hunter - mateless -

Kauri is a rather mischievous individual, and often finds herself exploring new scents, sounds, and objects. She'd been this way since the day she was born into her world, one of solitude. No, she had not been brought into the world and abandoned as soon as said and done, rather she had been born into a pack, one that was thriving. She acquired the traits of a destined alphess, and was trained by her forebears, who were thoroughly intense. As Kauri aged, and grew into her body, her jaws became stronger, her ears acute to the smallest of sounds, and she came to have a rather immense and muscular stature. She easily became the alphess of her pack, and they continued to prosper; though her luck seemed to fade as their pack was plagued with disease and famine. There came a day when they were besieged by the pack north of them, and ruled them ruthlessly. Kauri was fortunate enough to escape, though as a dismal outcome, her family perished. Kauri fled far south, and one day found herself upon the pack she now remains in.

Kauri has a a alluring flaxen brown coat, speckled with various shades of grey. Her chest is painted in white, and her stomach likewise. Her pelt is rather thick come winter, while it seems to thin out during the dry seasons, which she is quite grateful for on blistering or balmy summer days. She has honey amber eyes, and perfectly triangular ears. Kauri's stature is rather broad, and unusual for a fae, though she doesn't seem to mind considering she isn't after pleasing brutes let alone any wolf. She has a petite snout, however they behold long and powerful jaws, perfect for breaking the backs of small prey animals, or ripping apart her enemies. Kauri has long, slender legs that carry her large build, all four paws ending with blunt claws.