ＷＩＬＤ ＷＡＲ ll Semi-Lit Wolf RP ll Open

[GrayStar51]

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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: interested in petrova
tagged: petrova, winter.
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Northnern's happy introduction to the two pack members was cut too short to soon when an angry blizzard of white fur came rampaging towards him. He remained seated, unflinching as the fae spat in his face. He flattened his ears at her sharp, insulting words. "How rude!" He thought in distaste for the female. He swallowed a remark back at her when he saw her stance. Complete, total dominance. She must be the Alpha. "Excuse me Madam, I was simply looking to join your pack. I swear on my life, I haven't taken any of your prey. I only very recently got here. My name is Northern." He introduced himself as politely as he could, with no lack of charm.

But when the alpha started to bark angerily at the lovely black fae, who he still did not know the name of, until the alpha started screaming it at her, a small rush of anger ran up his spine, but North kept it hidden. "Petrova...." It wasn't her fault he was here, he entered the territory late in the morning, now being around midday. If Petrova had checked the border in the morning, he wouldn't have even been here at that point. He had crossed the border and made a beeline for the center. Typically in a situation such as this with two available packs, North would simply ditch an angry alpha and go in search of the other pack in hopes that they would be more welcoming of a new guest. But no, he could not give up so easily when this pack had something so special to offer.

[Pandle]

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

The vixen is without haste as her mirthful maw flicks between the exchange, sapphire lanterns burning with glee at the promise of ventures. How thrilling it was to boast intruders in their rocky dominion. The mundane suffering of routine broken by the pursuit of life, only the prize proffered nothing by way of relief for her stomach, just that cold and calculated freedom of annihilation. Or peace, of course. Cóte bowed her dome to Winter's bark of umbrage, the fleeing ghost of Petrova's shape the blame of all displeasure. "The game is afoot," her alpha had already given chase and last to rise to the pursuit was Cóte herself. The rocky outcrop on which she had momentarily perched herself was beginning to grow warm beneath the watery glare of the rising sun, and following suit guaranteed nothing but the dank chill of the forest in its shrewd secrecy. To linger in the warmth, then, or to hasten downward and join the hunt?

There was hardly hesitation on the virago's boots; she plunged forward, ploughing after the fresh entrails of her pack-mates perfumes. Winding, twisting and snaking down the mountain path until the solid, unforgiving stone gave way to the rug of nature's hearth. Knotted weeds rose beside ferns and glistening, dew covered trees. The dribble of sap from wounded trunks swam on her nasals like the promise of tomorrow, but still she charged. Deep into the undergrowth where the sun was a fabled myth, Cóte followed obediently after Winter, her loyalty and sworn oath to defend ringing in the satellites of her memory. Almost breathless, her limbs burning with the marathon, boots jolted to a halt. The taste of Winter, Petrova and the stranger hung heavy in this segment of the forest, yet so too did another odour. Her gemstones flickered, searching the undergrowth for marks that would lead her onto this new case, yet she could not identify them. Perhaps, this time, it would be best to hasten to Winter's side and damn the consequences. Besides, reasoned the dame, what use was she alone if the intruder proved stronger? Cóte would be nothing but a humiliation to Wayra if she failed to defend them against a single stranger.

Focusing her energies onto the alien Winter and Petrova had made after, Cóte began forward once more. The crime scene was one of raging emotional chaos; the cackling sparks of Winter's outrage, the subtler sensations of emotional stress from the brute and Petrova's own additions. Cóte permitted herself a small smile, her kissers drawing back in amusement as she wove to Winter's side, silent, obedient, unwaveringly loyal.

{{ Wow you guys posted fast xD
Also, music. please. don't post images in your post; it's spam and not allowed. Sorry to be irritating *offers brownies as compensation*

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black wolf ● she-wolf ● Forest ● tags;; North, Cote, Winter
● wayra pack

When Petrova heard Northern’s answer she again was perplexed, should she chase him out or bring him to camp as a potential pack mate. The answer milled around in her head, her heart told her to chase him out bent on her immediate loyalty to her pack. Her brain said she should bring him to camp, due to her interest in him. Yes, she was interested but this couldn’t be her only reason. Hearing the sound of running paws, her black-grey triangles pricked forward, swivelled to hear where the sound was coming from. She angled her head to the right, just as two forms made their way into the clearing. Interrupting her earlier conversation with the male, again it was Winter and Cote. Wow, they just would not let her be, neither of them. Petrova flattened her ears as she noticed Winter’s angry expression, she opened her jaws to say something. Anything that would suffice to explain to the female, why she was standing there not chasing him away.
Before she could get any words out, Winter began firing questions towards Northern, her tone very rude. Petrova narrowed her eyes, her hackles raised, how dare Winter insult him, and then to blame her for Northern’s appearance in their territory. A low growl rumbled in her barrel, her black lips pulling back into a snarl. “So what if I was a former loner! He wasn’t doing anything wrong Winter, he didn’t even hunt!” she fired back, not caring to lower her tone to her alpha. “I checked the border, and there was no scent to speak of! For you to simply not believe me speaks levels of your distrust against me. How dare you, blame me for all of this!” she continued with a snarl, now she was seething. This was not good, when Petrova was angry, she was dangerous. She was the wolf that hunters would put down after attacking a kid.

[neonlyrics]

ＮＡＭＥ;
"Do you not see the giant red letters below my picture?"
Her name is Kite. You will call her Kite. If you call her anything other than Kite (unless you are a pup and you call her Aunty or Mommy) she will either respond with a mouth full of teeth, or she will simply ignore you.

ＮＩＣＫＮＡＭＥ;
"Kite isn't short enough?"
Kite has no nickname. You cannot make up a nickname for Kite unless you are very good friends with Kite. If you are not good friends with Kite it is advised you call her nothing other than Kite.

ＧＥＮＤＥＲ;
"Excuse me!?"
Kite is a female... And doesn't appreciate wolves mixing it up. If you call her a brute she will become rather angry, unless you say she has 'brute strength' - that she appreciates.

ＡＧＥ;
"Did your mother not teach you it's rude to ask a fae her age?"
Kite is around three to three and a half years old. (It's difficult to keep count, don't judge me!) So in other words she would be a young adult.

ＦＵＲ ＣＯＬＯＵＲ;
"Well, since you seem to have NO VISION, I'll let you know that it's black on the topmost part of me, and then streaks of a red colour, and then all white from the chest down."
Kite's description does a far job for me.

ＥＹＥ ＣＯＬＯＵＲ;
"My eyes are a very shocking, jolting yellow - if you ask me, they even seem to glow at times."
Kite is correct - she has stunning yellow eyes, of which can pull a lulling, bedazzling glance, or a deathly, spine-chilling glare.

ＢＯＤＹ ＳＴＲＵＣＴＵＲＥ;
"Well, I do think I'm rather skinny or slender - my pups are certainly taking their toll on me! ...But it's not like I wasn't as strikingly slender as this before them."
Kite is on the small side of the scale, but she's a rather slender she-wolf, with slightly longer legs.

ＰＡＣＫ;
"A proud member of the Wayra Pack, if you must know."
Kite resides with the wolves in the Wayra Pack, and does not wish to change this any time soon.

ＲＡＮＫ;
"I'm a Pack Member - sounds rather degrading to me. At least I'm not an Omega."
Kite is just a Pack Member, but she's aiming a little higher.

ＲＡＮＫ ＷＡＮＴＥＤ;
"Well, Pack Member just doesn't cut it for me. I'm a natural-born leader, I have some good common sense in my head, and I seem to give orders better than taking them, so for now I'll aim for Beta Fae - but someday I will be the Alpha Female!"
Kite is okay being a Pack Member, but it simply isn't enough for her. She wants to be a little more recognized than 'the wolf that hunts well'. She aims to be Alpha Female of her pack one day.

ＳＴＲＥＮＧＴＨＳ;
"Well, I don't wanna brag or anything... Oh, heck with it. This is an interview. I am spectacular at hunting; I'm rather well-known for it, actually. I'd rather hunt than guard or scout or fight anyday. I enjoy it and I'm good at it - my longer legs do help with my running, and my sense of smell is exceptional. So on a wider basis rather than 'hunting', I would put tracking and running down as a few strengths - charm is another, though, as well as winning arguments!"
Kite has put herself down somewhat boastfully, but honestly. Her sense of smell is brilliant, and she is quite quick on her paws, even if they are small and skinny.

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"I'll tell you my strengths, but a weakness is not something I'm willing to share."
Kite is defensive about her weaknesses. But I'm not Kite, so here ya go! Kite isn't honestly the best at swimming. If her paws can't touch the ground, she gets uncomfortable. That's why she'd rather go hunt a moose than try for a fish. Last time she was ever in water she almost drowned; it was the convenience of a stick in the mud (literally) that she pulled herself up to the surface and struggled to shore. She's been terrified of water ever since, and only goes to the lake to drink and maybe splash in the shallows to cool off. Another weakness she has is backing down easily. Sometimes the thrill of an argument or fight or hunt will get to her head, and the adrenalin will push her on. This is why she has scars in a couple places - she's bitten at a feisty buck one too many times, or she's tangled with the wrong wolf.

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"Hmmph... I'd rather not talk about them!"
All of Kite's relatives' statuses are unknown.

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"I do not have a he-wolf to live with and love, but I do have my eyes open. With my looks, it shouldn't be long before I have some Bowser sniffing after me wherever I go."
Kite does not have a mate yet, but does have her eyes open, and is confident that she will have someone to share her love with by the end of summer.

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"I don't have a crush, and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. I have my eyes open, okay?"
Kite has no crush, but she has her eyes open and is watching the brutes of the pack.

ＰＵＰＳ;
"Don't you know ANYTHING? You need a brute plus a fae to make little wolves, dumbo."
Kite doesn't have any pups, but she wonders if someday she might make a good mother.

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Roar - by Katy Perry

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"Not really."
Thank you for sending me that invite, c a n i s, I'm looking forward to joining this if you'll have me c:

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ＮＡＭＥ;
"Oh, hey there! I'm Drake."
This wolf's name would be Drake - a good masculine name.

ＮＩＣＫＮＡＭＥ;
"Drake's pretty short, but if you think you can come up with something, try it!"
Drake's name, as you can see, is already rather short, and there aren't really any nicknames for that, so if you can come up with one, great. But unofficial nicknames for Drake would be 'Clumsy, Oof, Dud,' and so on.

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"Hahah, can't you tell I'm a boy...? No? Dangit, I've gotta work on that...!"
Drake is whatever name you might have for a male wolf. Boy, male, brute, etc.

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"I'm only a year old, so I've got a ways to go!"
Drake is one year old, or rather fourteen months.

ＦＵＲ ＣＯＬＯＵＲ;
"A black-and-brown brindle with a white underbelly, last time I checked!"
Drake is correct; his base fur colour is a dusty brown, with stripes and dashed of black all over. He has a black tail-tip, and white coats his check, neck, mouth, inside of his legs, and toes.

ＥＹＥ ＣＯＬＯＵＲ;
"I can't tell because water isn't always the most reliable mirror, but I think they're the traditional yellow."
Drake's eyes are a bright golden-yellow, common in any type of wolf.

ＢＯＤＹ ＳＴＲＵＣＴＵＲＥ;
"Well, I wouldn't call myself particularly buff, but I'm not TOO scrawny, either...!"
Drake isn't really quite a body-builder yet, seeing as he's so young, but he's not scrawny as an Omega, either. He has a fair bit of muscle on him, but not so much as she-wolves are melting at the sight of him.

ＰＡＣＫ;
"The Quidel Pack, and nothing else!"
Drake is a proud wolf of the Quidel Pack, and is not willing to change that anytime soon.

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"Oh, my rank? I'm an Omega at the moment, because of my age... But I'm hoping to make myself up soon to become a Pack Member!"
Drake is an Omega. He doesn't want to be; it's simply because of his age, and his clumsiness.

ＲＡＮＫ ＷＡＮＴＥＤ;
"Haha, didn't you hear me before? I'm gonna be a Pack Member next, and before you know it, I'll be leading the pack!"
Yes, Drake has his eyes set on being the Alpha Male one day - but for now he's keeping things at a realistic rank of Pack Member.

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"I'm not good at much, really... But I've got a pretty good sense of direction, smell, and sight, and I'm kinda putting on a little more muscle..."
Whenever wolves ask Drake about his strengths, it always puts him down. He doesn't find he has a lot of strengths, and that's the one thing that makes his smile go upside down into a frown. But in all honesty, he can tell what direction (North, East, South, or West) quite easily, and his sense of sight and smell are quite good as well. He's working on the muscles.

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"Pffff.... You might want to sit down, this could take a while......."
First of all, Drake is rather clumsy. He will often screw things up, all by accident. This is another thing that makes him frown. Sometimes his 'Hakuna Matata' attitude gets him into trouble, too - it's a wonder why he keeps up at it.

ＳＩＢＬＩＮＧＳ;
"Oh. Well, I dunno. I forget what happened to 'em, but I don't think there are any around today..."
I'm going to give this to you straight: Drake was a loner. When he was only a month old his parents and siblings were mauled by a bear while he was off chasing a butterfly - he ran from the sight of them all, and ended up in the Quidal territory, and (someone) found him and brought him in. His past is the reason so many wolves resent him. He doesn't know why - all he can remember is the pack - but he doesn't let their crude comment get to him.

ＰＡＲＥＮＴＳ;
"I actually don't remember ever having a Ma or Pa. I dunno what happened."
His parents and siblings, as I told you before, are all deceased.

ＣＲＵＳＨ;
"Not yet, but I am noticing that a few of the faes in my pack are kinda pretty..."
Drake doesn't have his eyes set on anyone yet, but he's looking.

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Anything - by Hedley

ＯＴＨＥＲ;
"Nope, not really!"
If anyone is willing to have their character be the one to have found him before, please let me know c:
And I hope his story isn't too cheesy, if it is I can change it! Another thing is these forms are not all I can do in writing - I can do lots c:

{ I've been meaning to repost and then I finally got to remembering today ^^' }

[jormungandr]

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she could see the anger flaring up in the fae and disgust rising up te throat of the Northern. Her eyes flicked towards The fae who was in her pack, the foot steps of Côte rumbled behind her but she ignored them, she was focusing on the rogue, mostly. In what word did I blame you? I thought someone trying to get in the pack could pick him up? It is not your fault he entered, I'm bring you up for a mistake, at least next time you'll know! she growled, her tone slowly dying back to the lifeless state it once was. Her eyes flicked to Northern as she snarled. If not sensing him is not your fault, why did you not run him out? and yet again, a hint of annoyance on the end of her spiteful words. She looked back to the loner, he was well built, held himself, and yet his legs remained slim, he was adjusted to this life. He wasn't one of the hideous rogues, no one could call them wolves, they were fox built. Small, no muscles and lean, useless. But this brute could join, he would fit in well, by she wouldn't be easily swayed from her hatred of rogues. Northern? Is it? I'm not kind to taking in loners, only those who can endure such a pack life and can help sustain the pack do I let in- she paused, flicking her ears to face in front of her. She could sense a deer, but now was not the time. Im sending out a hunt soon, your can join them, my beta will be in it. If I hear from him you were good with the team, I'll consider. It doesn't matter if you bring back nothing, as long as you aren't the problem of the mistake. she swallowed back a snarl. No- another wolf could help her fight with Quidrel. She flicked her tail towards Cote, opening her mouth once more in a command. Cote, can you accompany him home? Keep him near you when you reach the camp, I'll find Bear and get the hunt going. I'll try to be quick for you. She admitted, she did not trust the loner. Petrova, you come with me, we're looking for Bear.

[dodobird959]

Incendious Inci|Female|Pack Member|Quidel|3

Inci rose to her feet once again, only to sit down instead of lay. She looked to the Alpha of her pack, listening to the added calls he made for the others to awake. Because of this, her eyes trailed to the dens that shadows had darkened the insides of, trying to find any wolves hidden in the darkness, fast asleep. She walked over to Koda, head low in a posture of respect to the high-ranking wolf. Her tail was not tucked, but just pressed against her legs, for she was not an Omega and had no need to roll over and show her belly unless he demanded it. She looked to him and sat, her head hung below the height of her shoulders and her eyes looked up at the wolf who held power over the pack. "Hello Koda. Fine morning, isn't it?" She asked, just to lead herself into asking another thing. "Will you be organizing a hunt or something?" She muttered. Not from disrespect, but she always looked at the world as a drag and never really had much excitement, so her words weren't enthusiastic for she never spoke in such a way. She wondered why he might possibly care so much about the awakening of the pack at this time, so only had to assume it was a hunt, or perhaps an attack against the Wayra pack.

Yet, if he had mentioned an attack, she would've trained. Inci liked to keep her skills sharp but extra practice couldn't hurt, and a good sleep always helped with being alert. She looked still at him, waiting for a reply from the ebony wolf.

Bear Claw Bear, Claw|Male|Beta|Wayra|4

A dark shadow stretched long in front of Bear as he headed West, slicing through the edge of camp to randomly wander and enjoy his little walk. He sunk his head down and let his nose hover above the ground while his paws swung forward in a perky trot. The scent of Winter and Cote lurked, yet glancing around he could not catch sight of them. Shrugging the thought out from his mind, he continued his way into a jumble of trees and disappeared into the thicket, sniffing bushes and scenting the air.
After a bit, he found a nice large oak and plopped himself down on his rump to sit on the soft grass that seemed to reach up the trunk. Bear leaned his back against the rough bark, shifting around to avoid an abnormal bump that bothered him as he pressed against the tree. His eyelids slowly fell to cover his eyes with darkness, he was still awake as he sat, just relaxing, listening to the birds.
His tail swung back and forth contently, his eyes flashed open and he looked up to see a red jay perched on a branch high up above his head. He grinned, admiring the beauty of this peculiar bird. He tilted his head ever so slightly and narrowed his eyes to protect them from the bright light shining between the leaves. After a moment his eyes glided to the sight trailing deep into the dense forest, he rose to his paws and began moving again. The stench of fresh blood from far away barely grazed the boundaries of scent he could detect, and caught his attention. He turned his head to look in the direction the faint scent was coming from, and with that sniffed out a female wolf. Interested in this discovery, he quickened his pace to a light pad until the scent grew stronger, and he started a half-minded run.
He slowed to a walk with his tail held high, displaying his dominance. Though he was not the Alpha, he could approach a Loner with such a posture, for they were not part of the pack like he was. With his shoulders back and head tall, he looked her up and down. Still after the meet with harmless North, Bear still knew there were unpredictable wolves out there who just wanted to mess around with the back. He didn't want this fae to be like those pesky wolves, for it just stressed everybody out and he was having such a peaceful day that he didn't want to ruin. However, he had a job to do, and first introduced herself to this strange female. "Hello." He said, just like he had with North he kept a fair distance between them to give comfort but show he was speaking to her and no one else, even though there was no one else to see. He looked at the fawn that had been the source of the bloody smell, his stomach growling. In a split second he looked back to Kimaya, giving direct eye contact with the wolf. "I am Bear, or you may call me Claw. Unfortunately you've crossed into my pack's territory, and you've taken food." He stood tall, proud and confident, showing it too. He knew he'd either have to take her catch, as it was the pack's rightful prey, and force her to leave the territory, or get the Alpha involved. He didn't want to bother Winter, for she was most likely dealing with North, for he hadn't seen her in camp and the high ranking wolf probably would've scented the new male by now. He waited patiently for her reply, he was in no rush, he had all the time in the world.

[canis,]

Accepted. }}

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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The brute awaited patiently for the rest of the pack members. The voices of Wayra seemed to get louder, more angry. A fight possibly? A run-in with a loner? Either way, it brought just a flicker of joy to the brute's heart to know that Wayra was experiencing issues. Although he seemed to be having an issue with getting his pack up. Koda shook the thought, then stood. He stretched once more, this time his hind legs first, then his front ones. Finally, he arched his back, causing it to pop. It may have sounded painful, but it actually rid the brute of a knot that had been a burden in his back. This made him a bit happier.

As he waited for the rest of his pack to appear from the shadows of their dens, Koda was approached by Incendious. The ebony male listened to her speak. He took note of her posture, which was respectful towards him. Koda had gotten used to having others bow or lower themselves in his presence. He nodded to her, a signal that she may straighten up. "I was think of a hunt. The deer are vigorously trying to eat up before winter, so they are less cautious at this time. I am hoping to send out a hunting party this morning. Would you like to be included in it?" he asked, pricking his ears a bit. After a while of having Incendious in the pack, Koda had noticed that she wasn't a particularly... exciting wolf. She seemed to be on the calm, logical side.Maybe a hint would be good for her. Give her something to enjoy.

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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The vixen dragged her catch to a hollow tree stump. A large hole was under its roots, presumably the den of another animal. But whatever it was, it was long gone, for the scent was old and stale. Kimaya ducked in. It was a challenge, trying to fit herself and the fawn in the space. But after a bit of twisting and rearranging, Kimaya managed to get it done. Finally, she could enjoy her catch. The fae wasted no time. She dug in, starting with the front shoulder. This was always one of the best parts, she found. Blood soon stained her snowy muzzle as she dined.

After a while of eating, Kimaya had finally picked the last scrap off of the ribs of the fawn. Now, only a skeleton remained. The vixen exited the den, being sure to kick dirt over her leftovers to mask the scent to some degree. As a scent wafted towards her, Kimaya was reminded of her location. Wayra territory. But she was not frightened. After years of living as a loner, the fae had learned a thing or two about being unnoticed. Like the earlier mist, Kimaya seemed to vanish into the air around. But in reality, she was just making her way through a thicket of shrubbery, the red stain still on her muzzle. Little did Kimaya know that she was headed for Northern and Cóte.

[b a d . w o l f]

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[left="currently;"]gender;; female
age;; 3 years
rank;; Beta Female
pack;; Quida[/left]

ａ ｋ ｉ ｒ ａ yawned sleepily, fluttering her eyes open. The female looked around, and gave a small sigh, sunlight peering into her den. She and stretched, grunting. Akira than slowly padded out of the den, looking over and watching Natasha nervously come out. She perked her ears, listening for the voices of Wayra- and heard the angry shouting of Aaron from far away, with that keen hearing. Sounded like he was mad at... A bush. Right. It was rather funny, that he seemed to like the alpha fae of Wayra pack- and wanted to impress her- and yet he acted like that. Getting mad at a bush... Impressive. Sure to attract her. Akira shook her head, surprised at the rude thoughts she just had, and padded further out of her den, smiling slightly as she watched the wolves awaken.

→I will post for Aaron, Natasha, Rogue and others later~

Forgot my other wolves. ouo

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n a m e :: Anaria

g e n d e r :: Fae

a g e :: 4 years

p a c k :: -

r a n k :: Loner



p e r s o n a l i t y :: Feisty, flirty, a bit of a "bad girl", focused, serious, actually a good leader

h i s t o r y :: She ran away from Quidel pack since they seemed like too much of softies...

l i k e s :: Being alone, hunting, attacking, being in charge, sometimes males...

d i s l i k e s :: Pups, being surrounded, being lazy, not being in charge, quite often females



c r u s h :: Nope~

m a t e :: Um... no.

p u p / s :: Hatered...



c o l o u r s:: Tan, white, smallest amounts of grey

m a r k i n g s :: A scar on her right front leg, close to her paw

e y e s :: Orange/amber/hazel

g e n e r a l :: A fae that is mainly tan, with a scar on her front right leg, on the dip that turns into her paw. Her eyes are an amber colour, and she is 100% rogue.

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n a m e :: Falcon, pleasure!

g e n d e r :: I'm a brute... I really hope I don't look like a fae!!!

a g e :: I'm 3 years old, happily. I still have a long life ahead of me.

p a c k :: Quidel, and I want it no other way.

r a n k :: Pack Member/ Fighter



p e r s o n a l i t y :: Falcon is friendly, easily pleased, helping, loyal, gentle and kind, social.... Mmhm.

h i s t o r y :: Although she hates it, Anaria is my 1-year-younger than me sister, and she ran away from the pack... I miss her, abusive as she was. It was about a year ago that she left...

l i k e s :: Company, friends, family, the pack, having fun... Many things he likes!

d i s l i k e s :: Being alone, others being mad at him, those who leave him and pass away... He also has many dislikes, and all of them are fairly good.



c r u s h :: Heh... I'll have to think about that... Well, there is a loner, Shard, I haven't met her but she is quite pretty. And Eclipse is pretty, but rather blunt...

m a t e :: Nope, but maybe some day.... <3

p u p / s :: I love them, but have none.



c o l o r :: Type here

m a r k i n g s :: Type here

e y e s :: Type here

g e n e r a l :: Type here

[canis,]

Accepted. }}

[Sepia]

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{ Quindel Pack
{ Pack Member
{ Male
{ Three years
{ Free/Open
{ Tags: Koda, Incendious

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Russet ears pricked in interest as he heard the Alpha speak of a hunt; his eyes glittered, and, stepping forward - nodding to Incendious in polite greeting - the mute expressed his interest, pawing the ground.
Inside the privacy - and some could say confinement - of his own mind, he winced.
Ever since Ansuz had had his accident, he had had to communicate through signals such as these - paw scrapes, nodding, shaking his head, pricking his ears...the list went on, and it was by no means complete for of course Ansuz had many different things to communicate on, each with its own combination of varied signals. He hated this passionately, longing to open his jaws and allowing all sorts of words to flow out; this crude method of communication was one that he hated the most, even beyond mouthing, which was his secondary means of communication. This - this was just a pup's play, a crude game of Charades of which the participants watching may not even properly know the answer. A long time ago he had wished for a cure of some kind - something t magically take it all away - but that, clearly, wasn't possible. He was stuck with it, and there was nothing he could do.
Turning his mind away form his disability, Ansuz repeated the action, looking from Koda to Incendious. He hoped he didn't look too much like the pack fool.