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n a m e :: Aphrodite

g e n d e r :: Female

a g e :: 3 years

p a c k :: Quidel Pack

r a n k :: Pack member



p e r s o n a l i t y :: Aphrodite is a confident she-wolf. She's pretty much cold but when you get to know her, she can be a little more warming. Don't judge her as a dainty, pretty wolf, because one, she'll bite your head off, and two, she's ruthless. Aphrodite is hot-tempered and can become angry very quickly. She is quite ambitious. The she-wolf is considered to be very intelligent, and thoughtful. When with friends, she can be annoying, likes to make other angry, and just picks on other wolves weak points.

h i s t o r y :: Aphrodite was bon outside of packs, as a loner. Her parents were half-starving so they dumped her with a random pack. They raised her to be strong and wise, before sending her to find a new destiny. She arrived at Quidel pack. And that's where this she-wolf is in the present day. Right now.

l i k e s :: Aphrodite has a huge liking for fights. She likes it when another wolf argues with her.

d i s l i k e s :: Water. She has feared it since she was a young pup.



c r u s h :: None, but she likes quick-tempered wolves

m a t e :: None

p u p / s :: None



c o l o r :: Snowy white with no other shades of anything

m a r k i n g s :: A scar on her underbelly, but it's not very visible

e y e s :: Blue. Very, very blue.

g e n e r a l :: Aphrodite is a beautiful pure white wolf, slightly underweight, but healthy. Her eyes are shocking blue, and her nose is black.

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n a m e :: Ansuz

g e n d e r :: Male

a g e :: Three years

p a c k :: Quindel

r a n k :: Pack Member



p e r s o n a l i t y :: Attempt to converse with him, and hear nothing in return. Speak again, and he will remain silent, albeit stamping one paw, and looking down at the ground nervously. Do not raise your voice in frustration, for Ansuz is not being rude; in reality, he is greeting you, for he is of a naturally silent disposition, obviously not by choice. After a hunting accident in his past, he was rendered mute, cursed to listen to the words of others and yet say nothing in response. The male is developing his own way of communication, and this sign by stamping one paw to the ground is one of them; a greeting, a simple "hello".
If you attempt to converse with him again, be aware that this male may turn tail; he is wary of those he does not know and cannot identify, and can be described as "skittish", "flighty" and "nervous" whilst in this state. More often than not, his ears will flatten to his skull, and he will lower his head, his golden eyes down - but always watching you, for he is very observant and is always looking out for danger, seeing what everyone's up to. Many a time has Ansuz been taunted by his peers for his disability, so do not expect him to greet you with a stamped paw and confident nature upon first sight - you were lucky enough to get a "hello" out of him, and it is doubtful you will unlock any other part of the male.
Making your excuses, you depart, and then prick your ears in surprise as another comes up to him, and he twitches his tail, looks up, and smiles a tiny smile, one that lingers in the corner of his mouth as though wondering if it should crawl up his lips and become a grin, or vanish and leave. If one gains his trust, Ansuz is welcoming and is relaxed (well, fairly), and seems to drop this nervous act at once. Do not believe he is having you on; he is simply greeting a colleague, someone he trusts. Perhaps you could become one of those people, for friendship with Ansuz, although seemingly one-sided in it's conversations, is a rewarding one. He sees the enemy pack as not something to fear or to fight necessarily - he's the sort to think first before attacking. However, if he sees or hears any kind of aggression from the other group or hears they have attacked one of his own, he will not hesitate. He's better in a group than by himself, and more a follower than a leader.
Or perhaps you see the russet wolf on another day, a day of which he is irritable, easily frustrated and intolerant of others (despite if they want to help him or not), becoming more introverted by the minute and spending time alone. Ansuz becomes like this when he openly sees others disrespecting those he believes worthy of respect - females and superiors, to name two - and those who are foolish, who "play around" during serious discussions and those who are openly aggressive or arrogant. He is also a poor judge of character, panics and scares easily. On these particular days, it is a very good idea to stay away, preferably out of range of his incisors. Although he cannot speak, his jaws are of perfect working order, I can assure you.

h i s t o r y :: Ansuz was born in the Quindel Pack - he was described as a happy go lucky male, one that many wolves were sure would die smiling. He was a quick learner, and also had a mean streak at times: he would trick his peers, and more often than not ended up in a lot of trouble. Nonetheless, he was relatively popular, and had hopes and dreams of maybe dispersing from Quindel Pack and starting a pack of his own.
That was until the accident.
Ansuz can't remember much about it, but he had set off early that morning, determined to catch something to bring home - something that would finally get him recognition. After tracking various scents, he found an elk, one with twelve tines. However, being a yearling, he thought he could manage it.
He didn't even get close. The elk tossed him to the side with his antlers, tossing Ansuz onto a rock. He lost consciousness.
When the russet male awoke, he found Mannaz, his brother, beside him, bearing a worried expression. However, when Ansuz tried to explain what had happened to him, he found he couldn't speak. Something had happened when he had been tossed by the buck - no one could be sure exactly, but whatever it was had made it impossible for him to speak, and he couldn't even howl or snarl, and all there was to show for it was a tiny scar in the middle of his throat. He was completely and utterly mute, and there was nothing he or anyone else could do about it.
The other yearlings, however, weren't quite as understanding, and Ansuz was taunted and bullied. They opposed everything that was different, and they were jealous that Ansuz got the most attention from the adults. Because of this, the young male soon began to become reclusive and shy, turning into the Ansuz we know today.

l i k e s :: Ansuz likes to talk to people he knows and trusts, and is actually pretty social if you get to know him. It just takes a while, that's all. He also loves to do his duty.

d i s l i k e s :: Ansuz has a deep dislike of those who disrespect those he considers worthy of it - females and authority to name two.



c r u s h :: He likes Akira a little. It's not so much a crush as just admiration.

m a t e :: N.A

p u p / s :: N.A



c o l o r :: Russet

m a r k i n g s :: None

e y e s :: Golden brown

g e n e r a l :: Ansuz is slim; he was clearly built for running and scouting (and spying :D). He's not much use in a fight, but can win a race for sure, and can run for quite a time. He's the sort that would chase the prey until it was fatigued, not the sort which would rush in there for the killing bite. As for scars, he has only one, hidden partially by his neck fur - the one that made him mute.

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Her name was given to her by her mother
and father, or course. Her brothers, when they were
younger started calling her Petra as a nickname.
She grew fond of her nickname so she now likes
to be called Petra, instead of Petrova,
she will make an exception for
her authorities of her elders.

Petrova is a ebony black
she-wolf with the eyes the color of liquid gold, she
is a slightly large she-wolf. Being larger than the
average female wolf, it runs in her genes comes
from her mother. She is lithe and slender but is
well-muscled also, you can see her sleek muscles
through her pelt. Though, that's only when is well-fed,
right now she is nothing but skin and bones.
Her fur greasy,
and dirty and has lost its soft texture now it is rough and course.
Her fangs are yellow, but sharp and she can still use them
to her advantage, don't underestimate her though.
How would I describe Petrova? Well, for starters, she is a first-
class b-word. She's snarky and never in a good mood, everything
she says is negative with her being a pessimist. She would rather look at the worst
of things instead of the best of things. Hey, can you blame her!?! She will snarl
at anyone who bothers her, so expect the worse when you approach this she-wolf.
She has had a pretty hard life since her puphood, since that was when all the horror
started. Her family was always very close, it being her, her mother, father,
and two brothers. Her mother loved all of her pups but she had a soft spot'
for the she-pup, she was her mother's favorite. One day, in her puppyhood,
Petra and her mother were out hunting, well her mother was hunting,
the young pup making little whines of hunger or encouraging her mother. Her brothers
and father were probably somewhere horsing around as always. The forest
had gone eerily quiet and Petra's mother had disappeared causing the wolf distress and
great discomfort. Suddenly, there was an immense roar that could be heard
everywhere, then there was silence. Then a high pitched scream, which could only be
her mother's voice. Petrova, filled with terror and idiotic puppy bravery
followed the sound of her mother's scream, what she found,
shouldn't have been seen with a pups eyes.
Her mother was being gutted by the bear, who
was tearing into her body, Petra couldn’t hold onto the scream that tore from her maw,
the bear's enormous head whipped around and his fiery red eyes burned with unspoken rage,
he roared and began running towards the pup. Script made a run for it,
trying to get as far away from that demon bear as she could. She almost
made it when white, hot pain coursed down her left side, the bear had
clawed her! She howled in pain and collapsed to the ground, the bear
sniffed her and then roared again. Petra passed out from the pain,
when she woke up the bear was gone. She has four claw mark scars
down her side from that day, she wondered around a state of delirium
from the pain. Unfortunately, some of her pain-induced insanity
stuck with her. So now with her hate-filled personality you can add
partially insane to her list of baggage. So, long story-short, when she found
her mother, dead, her entrails strewn on the ground beside her,
she just walked away. Walked away from her old life, old pack,
to find a new one.
Petrova is an excellent hunter, she can track her prey's tracks for quite some time,
then come up with strategies that will help bring down bigger prey.
She is apart of the Wayra Pack, and she is currently mateless, why, no one wants
a damaged mate.

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[[ Acheles is in Wayra. Kage is in Quiedel. ]]


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<< T H Y . I N Q U R Y

Ｔｉｔｌｅ;;✏ My name is Acheles.
Ｃａｌｌｅｄ;;✏ Acheles is fine.
Ａｇｅ;;✏ 4 Years Old
Ｂｒｅｅｄ;;✏ Mackenzie Valley Wolf

<< H E L L O . F A S C I N A T I O N

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;;✏ Acheles is very quiet, and gentle, especially with the pups around her. She enjoys spending her time most around the pups, whenever her duties are already done. Acheles is soft, quiet, and calm. She can be playful, and is very protective of her pack. She doesn't take kindly to outsiders who step into her territory, unless she is called off by the higher ranks. When that happens, she becomes cautious about the things and wolves around the pups. Besides her protective side, she is easy to control, and never disobey's an order.
Ｂａｃｋｇｒｏｕｎｄ;;✏ A small, black wolf was born in the middle of winter, during a harsh snowstorm. Her mother, frail and weak, from the birth. Her father, mauled outside the den, by another wolf. He had protected the female that birthed the small pup, protecting them with his life. The mother was fading fast, the loss of to much blood was harsh for her body, and soon she passed. The wolf that mauled the pup's father, crept inside the den, picking up the pup, and heading back towards his camp. He might have killed a few other wolves, but he would never harm a defenseless pup. He had taken the pup to his pack, where he discarded the weak scrap to a mother, who had birthed only a few hours ago, with two healthy boys. She took in the pup, noticing how much the black pup was fighting for her life. The birth-mother named the young pup Acheles, for her beauty and survival.
Months past, and Acheles grew up with her two adopted brothers, wrestling often, playing, and chasing. Acheles was full of energy, almost like a baby on a sugar-high. The only way to get her to calm down, was to play until her legs buckled. Acheles thought of the she-wolf who brought her in as her mother. The she-wolf's name was Brianna, and she was pitch black, like Acheles. But Acheles had midnight colored fur, which was lighter than Brianna, who was jet black. Her two adopted brothers, Haiku and Rae were always nice to her, often teasing her like any normal brother would do.
After two years of living here, Acheles had a feeling that something wasn't right. So, she went to Brianna, who mostly never kept lies from Acheles. When Acheles asked Brianna about the difference in fur color from her, her father, and her brothers, Brianna went quiet, and then told the story.
Horrified, Acheles felt betrayed. Why would her father kill her biological father? Distressed, the black female ran away from the family whom she thought was her real family. Now, she hated them, for keeping the secret. But she hated her mother the most, for lying to her.
Acheles ran for a long time, until she came across the pack, and earned her rank as Lead Warrior.
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Ｗｅｉｇｈｔ;;✏ 117 Pounds
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ;;✏ Acheles is a female wolf, with midnight-black fur. Her eyes are a green/blue color, almost turquoise. Her paw pads are pink, with jet-black blotches. A few scars adorn Acheles' s fur, but they are about two years old.

<< D I S E N C H A N T E D
Ｒａｎｋ;;✏ Warrior
Ｍａｔｅ;;✏ Nobody
Ｐｕｐｓ;;✏ Not yet!

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<< T H Y . I N Q U R Y

Ｔｉｔｌｅ;;✏ My name is Kage
Ｃａｌｌｅｄ;;✏ Kage is fine.
Ａｇｅ;;✏ 5 Years Old
Ｂｒｅｅｄ;;✏ Mackenzie Valley Wolf

<< H E L L O . F A S C I N A T I O N

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ;;✏ Kage is a very sweet wolf. He is always open for listening to others. Kage isn't scared to show some fangs though, he tries to never get angry but if you mess with his family/loved ones he is going to rip you into the smallest pieces he can. He has killed before due to this and he is not proud. Kage tries to make sure he never does this but in all , who would like someone messing with loved ones? Nobody would, in his eyes. Kage is soft hearted, and willing to put his life in front of others for their safety. It doesn't matter if it's an omega or not. He cares about everybody equally.
Ｂａｃｋｇｒｏｕｎｄ;;✏ On a hot summer day, three pups were born to the Alpha's of Crescent Moon Pack. One brute, and two vixens. The brute was colored beautifully, his pelt contained brown, white and black, making him absolutely handsome. His name was to be decided, while his sisters were quiet beautiful. One was grey and white, with crystal blue eyes. The other sister was a dark chocolate brown, with black adorned on her beautiful chocolate coat. Their colors were distinct in their own ways. These three pups were born to the two Alpha's Lady and Spirit. Admiration was shown from all of the pack, which made the Alpha's even prouder than their three pups.
Lady had decided to name the brute pup Kage, for his bravery of protecting his sisters. Kage's sisters were named Tiara and Primrose, for their innocence and delicacy. Kage had lots of muscle, he had gained it from his father, and he had gained his personality and skills from his mother.
When Kage was two years old, he was already destined to be the next Alpha, in place of his father. He was proud for his rank, and he was loved by his family and pack. His life here was amazing, and he never wanted it to end. It was perfect, all until that one night.
Kage was awoken by the smell of smoke. It burned his nose, and he sat up on his haunches, looking out of the Alpha den were he slept with his parents and sisters. A bright flickering orange flame caught his eye, and he called out a warning. "Forest fire! Get to the river and cross it!" The camp was evacuated, and he made it out alive with his sisters. They waited, until they noticed Lady running, the fire right on her tail. The terrified vixen looked towards her beloved pups. "Run! Get out of here!" She howled, before the flames swallowed her. "Mother!" Tiara cried, but Kage knew he had to protect his sisters. He herded them away from the fire, and got them moving.
The next day, after the fire had gone out, Kage went back to see if there were any survivors. There were no survivors. All of his pack was burnt to ashes, nothing more but gone.
So, Kage led his sisters, taking care of them, until they found a pack. The pack was willing to take them in, but only Tiara and Primrose stayed. Kage had shook his head, and declined the offer, settling his sister's lives into the paws of the pack that had found them. He headed off, to search for another pack, until he found this pack. He settled down, and happily became a hunter, where he could put his skills to great use.
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Ｗｅｉｇｈｔ;;✏ 160 Pounds
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ;;✏Kage is a male brute, with a multicolored coat. His fur comes in colored layers. Black, white, grey, red and brown. His eyes are an extremely pale green, almost yellow. His paw pads are jet-black, holding no other signs of color.

<< D I S E N C H A N T E D
Ｒａｎｋ;;✏Hunter
Ｍａｔｅ;;✏ Win his heart
Ｐｕｐｓ;;✏Not yet

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All are accepted. We can begin.

@ Niko: The Beta ranking for Quidel was taken, so I put Ella as a Pack Member

@ Jieves: I actually do have loners as a rank, so making a loner is fine }}

g e n d e r :: Male
a g e :: 4 years
p a c k :: Quidel
r a n k :: Alpha Male
c r u s h :: Open

Koda

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A black figure slept soundly, covered by the shadows. He was inside of a cave that served as a very comfy den. The rocky bottom did hold a bit of a chill, but the brute's thick coat acted as insulation for his body. The slow rise and fall of Koda's side was constant, undisturbed. Not a small murmur in his rhythm. However, after a moment, a single beam of light penetrated the darkness inside of the den. It started on the western wall, then slowly crept its way to the middle of the den as the sun rose higher and higher. Eventually, the ray touched the tip of the brute's nose. At first, Koda did not notice the small temperature change at the end of his muzzle. But as the beam crept up the bridge of his nose and onto his eyes. his breathing got faster and faster. He was waking. By the time the light had reached his eyelids, Koda was ready to start the day. His eyes flashed open, instantly set ablaze by the sun. A yawn revealed the pearly white fangs that normally hid behind his jowls, but it was only for a moment. The Alpha stood then, taking care to stretch each leg. First the front ones, then his hind legs. A quick shake to rid his coat of dust and dirt, and Koda was ready to be presented to the pack. The brute took his first steps into the light of the morning, pausing for a moment to allow his eyes to adjust. Then, he was ready to awake the rest of Quidel Pack. Koda started the call with two sharp, short barks, followed by a longer howl. The rocky bottom of his den extended a bit past the mouth of the actual cave, so this little "balcony" is where Koda stood to speak to the Pack. It wasn't very far off of the ground, but just enough so that even the wolves in the back of the crowd could see and hear him.

g e n d e r :: Female
a g e :: 3 years
p a c k :: Loner
r a n k :: Loner
c r u s h :: Open

Kimaya

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A figure slunk through the morning mist. In all honesty, only her outline was actually visible. The rest was lost among the thick water vapor. And it wasn't surprising that this effect was happening. The fae was of pure ebony, a brilliant white canvas. And to top it all off, a set of icy blue eyes. Kimaya, whose name meant "silent beauty," was just that. A silent beauty. The white wolf enjoyed the early morning, and the dark night. One made her look like a ghost, the other like a shining jewel. Her frosty eyes stared into the seemingly endless mist. Currently, she was in the meadow. That much was made clear, mostly by the lack of trees and shrubbery. Many scents wafted towards her. That of Quidel. That of Wayra. That of other loners. And that of prey. So much in one area of this large planet. Her paws were placed ever so carefully, barely making a sound. And her ears swiveled back and forth, picking up many different bird songs, each unique to a single species. Why can't we be like that? One species with the same song? Kimaya was against the thought of war over the land. To her, the Packs seemed to be doing fine living in coexsistence right now. Why plague their harmony with the blood of the so-called "enemy?"

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Petrova had been patrolling her pack’s territory so she could make sure no wolf had trespassed their borders. She hadn’t been in the pack for very long and she wanted to prove her loyalty to Winter. As the she-wolf crossed her mind an involuntary shiver went down her spine, in truth Winter made her wary. She could tell the female did not like her; this made a smile appear on her maw; if only she knew what Petrova could do to her. The she-wolf, herself was slightly insane, she tends to do things or say things that would make a weaker wolf hack in disgust. The large female let her amber gaze trail over the terrain around her, the dark forest bringing comfort. Her nose touched the ground causing dirt to stick to the wet surface, nostrils flaring as she took in the scents of the forest around her. Ears swiveled forward, catching every low or high sound that was in her hearing distance. Satisfied that the forest was empty of lone wolves the she-wolf turned and began making her way back towards camp. She just wanted to get some sleep; hopefully Winter wouldn't need anything from her. Petrova sighed as memories ran through her thoughts; she flattened her ears against her skull and shook her head to clear her thoughts. She didn't want to remember her family, her father, her mother, or her brothers as they were all in the past. Finally making it to camp; she entered and headed towards a fallen tree. She flopped to the ground and lay her head on her paws, her eyes surveying the camp inhabitants.

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" Ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔｋｎｏｗ ｗｈｅｒｅ Ｉ ｂｅｌｏｎｇ...
ａｌｌ Ｉ ｋｎｏｗ ｉｓ Ｉ ｂｅｌｏｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ ｙｏｕ"
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name: northern
nickname: just north
gender: male
age: six years old
rank: loner wolf
affiliation: no current relation to a pack
traits: intelligent, clever, flirtatious, lonely
love: no love interests
tagged: wayra pack.
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A white brute walked through the crisp morning air slowly, peacefully. Never in a hurry, with no destination determined, he seemed to waltz through the early morning dew. It was cold, crisp and a radiant fall morning. The trees were crimson and gold, shining in bountiful shades. The brute stopped for a moment to admire this lush forest. He might just stay a while. Yes, it was decided. He liked it here, and it was here he would stay for a season or two.

The brute was called Northern, not for any particular reason. He was a calm, collected, rather intelligent male. Level headed, he was a loner. He had wandered for months between settlings, and it was beginning to tire him. Besides, having a nice, broken in den was much better than huddling up into the snow. He shivered at the thought of the cold windy, winter nights he had spent last year. Brrr! He would much rather bunker down while the weather isn't whipping him.

North strater to scope out the area, searching for important features, such as water sources, hills, valleys, and potential neighbors. Although the area he was in now was uninhabited by a pack, he soon found that the best land was taken by a pack. "No bother," He thought. "I'll just go around their land. This forest goes on for miles." He walked along the border line, looking for where it would curve back in at a corner. Only, it never did. The border simply continued into a second territory altogether. "Of course, just my luck. Now I have two packs to deal with." He thought crossly. He decided he liked the forest too much, he would just have to meet his neighbors face to face before making any rash decisions. With that, North crossed over the border, unknown to him, this was the home of the Wayra Pack.

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her white pelt swayed with the gentle wind breaking into her make shift den. Her mind was still flowing through the memories of yesterday, the patrols, her sights, her small commands for alpha, they replayed in her mind, some hinting a prediction of the future. One image caught her up, it was a wolf, not part of her clan. She had seen him though, in fact, the whole thought of him jerked her awake. Koda. His black pelt still playing in her mind, slowly fading into the dark forest. He was not meant to be there. She shook her head, her searing amber eyes searching all around her den, it's was cold, and lacked comfort of their old territory's tree dens. Weeping willows had resided there, branching over, not protecting them, but it was a den, if not shelter. She often thought of it was the 'Cold Lands' though no snow ever perched on trees. But the marsh surrounded it her made it freezing, there was always a crisp in the morning air, dew would never forget to drop in the morning. The sun never seemed to fully rise to warm their joints up, and the only prey were mouse, hardly something for a wolf. That was their last proper home, all the rest were temporary for their move towards where they stand now. None of them were great either. Despite the cold air of The Cold Lands, the snow still seemed to shock their bodies, only when Summer broke its barrier did they feel at home. She let her mind slip back in her skull, retuning to what was a cold and damp cave she was forced to call her den. It could of been home to anything, they could of left anything here. She shifted her paws at the thought, jumping up and quickly padding out. The wind whipped more wildly at her white pelt, not restricted to the small cave, it brought with it the smell of any things, tucked away in the forest. They too, were probably emerging from their dens, some even moving to new ones, others might not reside in one.

She quickly moved out towards a rock, her feet not comforting by its jutting side. It slid its way into the spaces between her paw pads, moving in towards her toes. She shuffled them, but no other position brought comfort. She let off a line howl, it would never be followed by anything more, only wolves arising for the first light of dawn. Though she admitted, her wake up call was a little late for such a beautiful sight. She slowly skunked down to a sit, her tail wrapping around, trapping heat for her toes. She growled as a mother price of rock dug into her tail, no, she was moving. Her paws scrabbled away from the cold rock, and onto the dew tipped grass. It was colder, but comfortable enough for sitting. As she returned to s position, again trapping heat for her toes, she saw Petrova entering the camp. Petrova, where were this fine morning? she asked, looking towards the black and grey wolf. She envied her pelt, it was beautiful and blended in better than white. But she had a certain distaste for the wolf, she was new, and Winter never trusted new ones. She admitted, she could be a bit harsh on her, but she was fitting in well.

[Pandle]

Ｃｏｔｅ
> female > pack member > wayra
Tags: Winter, Petrova (also mentions Northern)

Bracken bent at the intruding weight, emerald columns bowing in humble greeting as the mirthful colleen prowled between their interwoven stalks. Slippers adorned with crushed pearl broke through the foliage, emerging at the platoon of rocks and rubble. The fragile air shone with dew, spittle from the maw of mother nature glistening and winking in the rising sun. Combs of honey elixir unfolding across the barren skyscape, saffron, salmon, ruby and ink integrating until it was no longer possible to identify where one colour began and another ended. The rising peak of daylight threw her shadow ahead, a wobbling shape of half-existence. Soon it would diminish, settling as nothing but a fraction of its present glory. Time will wear us all to dust, but that did not ignite fear within the vixen. Her onyx form cruised amongst the boulders and the craggy precipices, winding upward with the slow air of a being with nothing to fear.

Below and behind, sweeping out under the tender gaze of dawn, lay the avocado isle. Its precious cargo, the fickle fauna and substantial flora, had proved to be a bloody end game. Cote's valentine kissers curled backward, the impish grin portraying itself on her features as she rounded a turn in the arching mountain pass, the familiar sights of her alpha and pack mate haunting her vision. Gliding closer, Cote rumbled a greeting from her layrnx; "There's a distinct odour of unfamiliar lobo in the land," the brisk breeze had carried the male scent upward into her glands, she hauled the perfume across her maw, remembering it. It did well not to forget a friend, foe nor stranger in these parts, not when the next wolf you met could be your last.

[Sepia]

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{ Qᴜɪɴᴅᴇʟ Pᴀᴄᴋ
{ Pᴀᴄᴋ Mᴇᴍʙᴇʀ
{ Mᴀʟᴇ
{ Tʜʀᴇᴇ Yᴇᴀʀs
{ Fʀᴇᴇ/Oᴘᴇɴ
{ Tᴀɢs: Kᴏᴅᴀ

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The undergrowth left much to be desired: the warmth from the sun did not reach the ground, casting it as a veil of shadows, and the the vegetation was hard for even the wolf to pass through, as well-adapted as he was. Tangled and knotted, the foliage formed an almost impenetrable barrier of ferns and stalks and roots: only one with scholarly knowledge of the area would ever try to travel though it - the mist was even more confusing to the traveller, with it's dark, solemn depths, guiding the unwary traveller in before swallowing them whole, leaving them lifeless, a shell. Not a sound could be heard within the region; it was silent and still, the air clammy and hot.
A huge figure emerged from the mist, grotesquely misshapen, warped and changed by the most arcane powers. Two appendages lay upon it's skull, and within it's empty eye sockets only a dark ring of scarlet could be seen. The figure swung it's head -
The crystal-clear note created by the creature's kin vibrated in the air, summoning the commoner, turning it away from the horrors of it's own mind, slowing the frantic heart within it's chest. Eyelids opened drowsily, only to fall once more under the veil of ever-merciful sleep; and then once more to open - with more force this time - as it clawed it's way up from the bowels of the dreamworld into the harsh reality beyond, yet seen as soft by the waking commoner, in comparison to the world of his dreams.
The note continued, vibrating into it's very skull, bypassing the fleshy, fragile mechanisms deep inside it's ear into the very brain. It would rattle inside the skull for hours if it did not rise almost instantly: if not, it's peers would give and would have achieved the same effect, knowing them as well as it did. No, it would rise now, before one or two of the factors could give effect, before it had to be told thrice more.
The russet male heaved himself to his paws, a groggy stupor upon his features, his vision blurry around the edges of his field of sight. He staggered once as he stretched, leaning down - like a feline - and letting his claws, clogged with dirt as they were, to rake the earth, to expose the fragile and frail roots, like paws from the underworld reaching out towards the living, beckoning, calling, to be heard. The sunlight - dappled, like a delicate fawn's hide whilst nestled in the ferns and vegetation - warmed his spine pleasantly, the ring of pure water letting him rise from the shadowy and dark depths of sleep even further. A rich, golden gaze, calm and serene, was cast over the resting place of his kin: few had risen as he had, but they would wake soon enough. The commoner's eyes soon came to his king, and, although devoid of speech, his skull dipped towards the ground, once, then a second time.
Ansuz, for that was the name of the mute, did not move, instead silent, watching, waiting.