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[Bolt1784]

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[GrayStar51]

Form finished.

[purpledirewolf2019]

(please ignore the background, it was the best pic I could find)


Name:
This is Ghost. (If that name doesn't work, it can changed it to Wraith, just let me know). He got his name because of how he just seems to disappear during the winter.

Gender:
Ghost is a brute

Age:
Ghost is 3 and a half.

Rank:
Ghost is one of the Guardian Angels. He would protect his pack from any threat at any cost.

Appearance:
Ghost is an albino. He has pure white fur, and eerie looking reddish-pink eyes. He is a bit small because he was the runt of the litter, but don't let size fool you. His fur is rather fluffy and shaggy, making him look slightly bigger, but it is still very obvious that he is smaller than normal. His tail is a normal length for his size and is moderately fluffy.

Personality/History:
Within pack life, Ghost is a bit of a loner. He tends to keep to himself or go out on patrols. It is just because he spent his life before the pack as a loner and outcast. It started as soon as he was born. Not only was he born an albino, he was also the runt. As he grew up, he was constantly scraping for any sort of food he could get his paws on because his bigger siblings usually left him bones with little slivers of meat on them. But Ghost soon learned that he could use his size to his advantage, and one day he attacked his largest sibling, and brown brute named Koda, in order to get a decent meal. He nearly killed Koda before the rest of his littermates overpowered him. After that day, Ghost was cast out of the pack as punishment, and his birth pack believed that the 6-month wolf would perish on his own. How wrong they were. Ghost not only survived, he thrived. At the beginning, he managed to steal meals from smaller carnivores like foxes and badgers, but he taught himself how to hunt soon after. It was easier for him in the winter since his snow white coat blended in perfectly in snow. He was on his own for two and a half years before he stumbled upon Ghost Pack, but he was hesitant to join at first, considering how his birth pack treated him. But eventually he agreed and has been with them ever since. He still prefers to be on his own since he spent so much time as a loner, but as long as no one threatens him, he does try to show his more caring side. He is a vicious fighter, though. He had to become one in order to not only hold his own against his littermates as a pup, he also had to steal food from others and protect his meals. He may be a good hunter as well, but he is much more suited to be a warrior or a guard. Ghost has just become extremely protective of things, and now that he is in a pack, he is very protective of his packmates. He is just slowly adjusting to pack life.

Crush/Mates:
Ghost does not have a crush or a mate, and isn't really looking for one, but that doesn't mean he can't be impressed by someone who may like him.

Name:
This wolf's name is Velvela, but normally she'd go by Vel for short.

Gender:
Velvela is a fae.

Age:
Velvela is two and one half years old.

Rank:
Velvela is a Lost Soul. She is a loner, but she isn't aggressive towards the pack or other wolves.

Appearance:
Velvela is solid black with a few silvery highlights that can be seen when the sunlight reflects off of her fur. Her eyes are a light blue and may even seem white from a distance. She is an averaged sized wolf with very fluffy fur that tends to look like it's standing up sometimes.

Personality/History:
Velvela's story isn't a very exciting one. She was born in a litter of four pups, 3 males and her, to a lone rouge fae. Her mother was kind to her, but was very suspicious of packs and pack wolves in general, so Vel was brought up the same way. She quickly learned how to hunt and she learned to fight while rough-housing with her three brothers. The family grew up together, looking out for one another until one day, their mother past away. Her three brothers went their separate ways, no doubt to try to find a fae for themselves, leaving Vel on her own.

Vel is a bit on the shy side and not very trusting of pack wolves. She does not want to join the pack, but she doesn't want to fight them either. She does have trouble with the more aggressive loners that also live here occasionally, but as long as it's not a lot of loners teaming up on her, she can hold her own. Recently, these "demons" as she heard the pack wolves call them, have been sparking her interest in the Ghost Pack. She has been wandering closer and closer, but she is too scared to actually make contact.

Crush/Mates:
Velvela does not have a crush or a mate, but her eyes are open.

[Bolt1784]

All forms are accepted! ^u^ We can get this going soon.

[purpledirewolf2019]

(Thanks. I can't wait to start!)

[Bolt1784]

(( Alright, i'm going to get this started. c: ))

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Shimmering in the violet and golden morning sky, the burning yellow sun radiated a beautiful incandescent colour where it floated above the clouds. This untamed land known as Alaska was tranquil at this time in the morning, just as the sun began to rise to give life and colour to the world. The amber glow of the white-hot star cast its light to form shadows from the tall trees, and as the sun rose higher through the hours, the shadows grew longer and darker, signalling the beginning of the new day. One of the few noises that broke the tranquility was the sound of paws breaking the freshly-crisped layer of new snow. The thudding of paws was repeating at a steady and relaxed rate, but as the minutes drew on, the sounds grew louder and harder. The paws were that of a grey wolf - a white female with fiery-amber eyes. She was on the trail of a herd of caribou, and had been chasing down the fleeing group of animals since around midnight - there was nothing unusual about this, as sometimes the pack had tracked prey for days. She had left the pack in camp so that they could rest, and the she-wolf was determined to hunt for them to reward them for their loyalty and good work.

The white coated wolf suddenly halted her pawsteps, raising her head and angling her ears to catch the faint sounds of...Caribou. The herd was close. Clearly they thought that they were safe again. The she-wolf known as Phoenix silently traced the hoofprints of the caribou until she finally saw the culprits - around ten large adults standing in a tight group. Splitting the group would be difficult alone. Regardless, Phoenix charged forwards, planning to alarm the herd to cause the animals to scatter. This tactic worked for around three minutes, and Phoenix homed in one a smaller female caribou who had an air of sickness about her. It was common for wolves to target the younger and the sick. Just as Phoenix ducked down to bite the doe's hind leg, a larger male suddenly charged at her and knocked her to the ground, ramming her in to the snow with his antlers. Phoenix snarled and reflexively bit the male's neck to defend herself, causing him to rear back and run away.

Knowing that she could not do this alone, she decided to call on her pack. She tilted her head back and released a strong howl that echoed across the tundra.

[Gloxinia]

{{ What a lovely opportunity to keep me from schoolwork :'D
I'll leave Decimus open for now~ }}

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Large ears perked themselves up and the 4-year old brute slowly lifted his head from his paws. He blinked a moment as he listened to the cry, recognizing it almost immediately. Clambering to his paws, Archriant tossed his head over his shoulder and barked to further gain the attention of the rest of the pack. Then, he turned his head forward and pushed off into a canter. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth as he ran, his breath coming out hot and visible in the crisp air.

The howl lasted just long enough for Archriant to recognize which direction his alpha was in and just how long it would take to reach her. Not long, thankfully. Probably about a 5 minute run. The wind flowed through the male's fur, sending a chill of sudden excitement down his spine.

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{done with my form finally. Has to be checked by a mod before it's up, though. can't wait to jump in. <3}

{edit: the form's up.}

[purpledirewolf2019]

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It was a relatively relaxing day so far. The albino brute was taking a nap after keeping watch a good part of the night. It was still habit for him to stay awake most of the night. He was still pretty new to how packs worked. He used to sleep in trees as a loner, and a very light sleep at that. He wasn't used to the fact that others were there to help protect or hunt for the pack. But his quick nap was interrupted when he heard a howl. He was still getting use to the different voices of the different wolves in the pack, but this one was unmistakable. It was the alpha, Phoenix. He got to his paws with a yawn and started running towards where the howl came from. The distanced wasn't too far, and soon he spotted the herd and his alpha. He slow to a trot as he approached her with his head lowered and ears back submissively. Everything was so new to him, especially submissive behavior, but he was a quick learner. He looked his alpha over, making sure that she wasn't terribly injured before asking, "Are you alright, alpha?"

(I'll try to have Vel up soon, but at the moment this is all I have time for.)