ＷＩＬＤ ＷＡＲ ll Semi-Lit Wolf RP ll Open

[radioactive.]

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Ｐｓｈ... Ｙｏｕ ｗａｎｔ
ｔｏ ｇｅｔ ｔｏ ｋｎｏｗ
ｍｅ?

Ｔｈｅ ｏｕｔｃａｓｔ ｏｆ
ｔｈｉｓ ｐａｃｋ?

Ｔｈｅ ｏｎｅ ｗｈｏ
ｋｉｌｌｅｄ ｔｈｅ
'ｉｎｎｏｃｅｎｔ' ｌｏｎｅｒ?

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Ahh... now who do we have here? A young brute, only at the age of three, and a full life ahead of him. Yet despised by his fellow pack mates because of something that happened in the past. Hard and long life if you ask me... But anyways... This young brute's name is Cobalt. Yes, after the majestic color of blue that shines brightly through the radiant streaks of sunlight raining down. Now why this, you may ask? Well of course, this name was an original thought up of by his mother at the first opening of the eyes. This little pup stood out amongst all of his siblings who contrasted the lovely golden pools. You see, instead of that warm- and normal- golden, Cobalt's eyes were that of a bright blue. Very rare amongst the wolf species, why not name him after this special trait? At first the only feelings where adoration to this small pup, but as the time went on so did the feelings. His uniqueness was a quality for the teasing, and most of the time he spent with his family was endured by the teasing of the other members, adults and juveniles. Eventually though when the young male realized that he was only accepted in this large membership by his parents and siblings. He left.

;; writing in process

[Pandle]

Ｃｏｔｅ
> female > pack member > wayra
Tags: Bear, Northern, Kimaya

The earl has hoisted badges to his repertoire, the revelation revealed at the slip of her own title from his tongue. The beast is impressed; few strangers practised sensibility in times of turmoil, but perhaps the duke saw nothing of the chaos and the proximity to death to which he had danced, instead waltzing in the glory of promised pack life. "You've a keen ear for names," muses the vixen aloud, as if to permit this compliment to Northern was a sign of weakness she did not take much fancy to. "And an enthusiasm for gossip," notes the dame, her banner stiffening as the air flatters her nasal canal with the musk of her Beta; Bear and with him that same scent from before. Today was filled with loners it would seem. "Come, you'll receive answers when you receive a place here," eloping swiftly left, Cóte threaded her illustrious fabric over fallen logs and hooked branches, relentlessly pounding onward to her superior's aid, her attention crossing between what lay ahead and he who lay behind.

Cóte drank in the predicament with one cast of her cobalt lanterns; a fae and Bear. The atmos hung with the irony taste of freshly spilt blood but neither lupo appeared to shoulder an open wound. Strewn some way behind the unknown female lay the corpse of a small lera. A spine-chilling growl built in her larynx as she stilled herself at Bear's flank, valentine kissers drawn backward, exposing the cavern of stalagmites. Her aggression could not be permitted to over-rule a direct order, and with Bear's demeanour of bravado and respect, Cóte supposed she offered little favour to the course. Slowly settling her maw into an expression of neutrality (or so she hoped, alas the curiosity was written so evidently across her features that she couldn't have achieved an expression further from neutral), she moved forward as bid and signalled for Northern to keep up, and stay close. She did not take pride in being flanked on either side by a possible threat; what use was an oath of possible fealty when the duke could seize more for himself in an attack? Had these two demons plotted such an entrance together? She sincerely hoped not as she hung at Bear's side, eyes drawn on the female, ears onto Northern. "Winter has permitted this rogue to enter our ranks, Sir, on the provision he can abide and assist in a hunt," her lanterns still glower on the female, Kimaya. Until they have each sworn their lives to Wayra, Cóte cannot help the apprehension building in her chest. "Perhaps Kimaya would take fancy to such a venture too, supposing it take your fancy Mi-lord." The raven dame casts her skull backward to settle on Northern, the curious stranger from the north. Yes, the pack could thrive with the addition of two more warriors, especially if the ranks of Quidel were yet to swell.

[Sepia]

◤ ...Ａｎｓｕｚ...◥

{ Quindel Pack
{ Pack Member
{ Male
{ Three years
{ Free/Open
{ Tags: Koda, Incendious
{ Sorry for inactiveness Dx May I please have my rank back too?

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As Ansuz listened to the rest of what Koda had to say, his eyes drifted to Incendious, and seeing that she had responded Inkid using his own signals, he nodded, a faint, ghost-like smile on his muzzle, tugging at the corner of his mouth like a troublesome child asking to go somewhere. He nodded to her, - trusting that she had not been mocking him - and then let his gaze go back towards his king. His ears flattened as he saw that he had not been included in the hunt, and so, glancing at Incendious - wondering if he was doing the right thing by speaking up, if it would be seen as disrespectful - he looked towards Koda, looked down at himself, and then looked around to the present company and then back to Koda. He then looked down respectfully, not meeting his king's eyes.

[Dalliance,]

reply coming soon! ---

[b a d . w o l f]

☾✯✯☽
i apologize for being inactive!!!! xc
due to being unable to getting on the laptop, i can't make my fancy posts. ;n;
if it isn't too much to ask, could i perhaps have my ranks back?
i truly feel bad, and enjoy being in this roleplay- i just don't want to have ugly posts. ;n;

[canis,]

If you want your ranks back, please quote your form so that I can re-add them. }}

[pumpkin.]

{ hey there; I've been banned from the computer for a week, so I won't be able to post. sorry about this ^^". }

[Sepia]

{ Here's mine.

Photo taken by Dawnthieves photographers, photo editing by me

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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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> > ＵＳＥＲＮＡＭＥ
Panherc, but I plan on changing it seasonally. (Halloween, Thanksgiving, St.Patrick's, Christmas, etc.)

> > ＮＡＭＥ
"N-Natasha, or Nicole. Wolves call me both- a-and also o-omega. But, my real name is Natasha."

> > ＧＥＮＤＥＲ
"Female, fae..."

> > ＡＧＥ
"I-I'm rather young, 1 year and 3 m-months..."

> > ＰＡＣＫ
"Quidel, a-and I don't really w-want to be a part of the W-Wayra Pack..."

> > ＲＡＮＫ
"I'm omega, I bet y-you can tell why..."

> > ＣＲＵＳＨ
"Um, D-Drake is k-kinda cute... And nice."

> > ＭＡＴＥ
"No mate, but hopefully some day."

> > ＰＵＰ/Ｓ
"N-nope."

> > ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ
Natasha is very sweet and friendly, but submits to almost anyone and/or anything. She is gullable, and rather easy to scare- she yelps even if a leaf falls on her back. But, back to my point, she if friendly and loves to help- she has some pretty good ideas that she just doesn't share because she thinks lowly of herself.

> > ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ
"T-the pack found me as a p-pup, but my adoptive mother died... A-at least that was three months ago, so I-I'm old enough."

> > ＧＥＮＥＲＡＬ ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ
Friendly, very shy, skittish, smarter and better than she gives herself credit for, pure creamy white pure and light, icy-blue eyes. Her nose is a pinkish-brown, and she stands out in summer and sometimes autumn.

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> > ＵＳＥＲＮＡＭＥ
Panherc

> > ＮＡＭＥ
Aaron

> > ＧＥＮＤＥＲ
"Male, and also known as a brute. You think I'm a fae? I WILL RIP YOU TO PIECES!!!"

> > ＡＧＥ
"3 years. Not bad, might I say myself."

> > ＰＡＣＫ
"Wayra, and very proud."

> > ＲＡＮＫ
"Well, I'm just a pack member, but I sure wouldn't mind being Alpha Male or at least Beta Male."

> > ＣＲＵＳＨ
"I don't know... I like Winter, but also Snitch. Than again, Kite is rather cool- and pretty."

> > ＭＡＴＥ
[size=85"No mate, but hopefully some day."[/size]

> > ＰＵＰ/Ｓ
"Naw, but I like them. They keep the pack going, and lift their spirits."

> > ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ
Aaron means 'Gladiator' in Greek. And boy does that suit him!!! He is very observant, and almost knows your next move. He is great at fighting- seriously, you don't want to battle him. He is vicious when in battle- he makes a move a milisecond after his last. But, out of battle, Aaron is quite the flirtacious brute around faes he likes. He is, what some say, 'a ladies man'. Aaron is very, very loyal to his pack, and would kill himself for their sake. He is cunning and very smart.

> > ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ
"Nothing much. I grew up in the pack, and here I am."

> > ＧＥＮＥＲＡＬ ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ
"Aaron's design is simple, and yet very detailed and hard to explain. Look at his profile picture, and imagine the rest of his pelt. Now, his body structure is rather bulky. He is also very muscular, and has 10/10 senses."

~Still might make more. ouo~

ｉ ｕｓｅｄ ｔｏ ｂｉｔｅ ｍｙ ｔｏｎｇｕｅ ａｎｄ ｈｏｌｄ ｍｙ ｂｒｅａｔｈ
ｓｃａｒｅｄ ｔｏ ｒｏｃｋ ｔｈｅ ｂｏａｔ ａｎｄ ｍａｋｅ ａ ｍｅｓｓ
ｓｏ ｉ ｓａｔ ｑｕｉｅｔｌｙ， ａｇｒｅｅｄ ｐｏｌｉｔｅｌｙ
ｉ ｇｕｅｓｓ ｔｈａｔ ｉ ｆｏｒｇｏｔ ｉ ｈａｄ ａ ｃｈｏｉｃｅ
ｉ ｌｅｔ ｙｏｕ ｐｕｓｈ ｍｅ ｐａｓｔ ｔｈｅ ｂｒｅａｋｉｎｇ ｐｏｉｎｔ
ｉ ｓｔｏｏｄ ｆｏｒ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ，
ｓｏ ｉ ｆｅｌｌ ｆｏｒ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ

Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｂ Ａ Ｓ Ｉ Ｃ Ｓ

ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｎａｍｅ， ｗｏｌｆ
"Hello. My name is Akira, pleasure meeting you!"
"Yes, Akira speaks of the truth. Her name is Akira, and she has no other names."

ｓｏｕｎｄｓ ｌｉｋｅ ａ ｓｐｅｃｉａｌ ｎａｍｅ． ｄｏｅｓ ｉｔ ｈａｖｅ ａ ｍｅａｎｉｎｇ
"Well, um, I'm not exactly sure. It sounds like it does, though.
"Yes, her name does have a meaning- In fact, it has many meanings! In Japanese, it can mean; morning sun, to look beautiful, shine, glow, crystal ball, excel, excellent, outstanding, to brighten, glow, shine, to treat someone, entertain someone, dawn, daybreak... And many other meanings. It is quite the special name, hmm?"

ｓｏｒｒｙ ｔｏ ａｓｋ， ｂｕｔ ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ
"Well, that is a bit offensive... I am a female, otherwise known as a fae."
"Yes, she is a fae. But if you call her a brute, she will suddenly become very mad... And that is a rare thing that happens, her getting mad. So, please, take a closer look at her and any other wolf before you ask that.."

ｈｏｗ ａｂｏｕｔ ｙｏｕｒ ａｇｅ
"Well, you're getting rather personal... Oh well. I am 3 years young. A young adult, aye."
"Might want to tune it down a bit... Yes, Akira is 3 years young, and as she said a young adult."

ｅｖｅｒｙ ｗｏｌｆ ｈａｓ ａ ｂｒｅｅｄ． ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒｓ， ａｋｉｒａ
"Hm. Glad you asked! I am very certain that I am a Great Plains Wolf."
"Beautiful breed, hm?"

name;; Akira
gender;; female, fae
age;; 3 years
breed;; Great Plains Wolf

Ｄ Ｉ Ｇ Ｇ Ｉ Ｎ Ｇ Ｄ Ｅ Ｅ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ

ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｎｏｓｅ ｃｏｌｏｕｒ， ｙｏｕｎｇ ｗｏｌｆ
"Well, it is a pretty, rosy pink- sort of the colour of a human's blush."
"Ah, what a cute nose she has. It is almost always moist, making it shimmer in any light."

ｈｏｗ ａｂｏｕｔ ｙｏｕｒ ｅｙｅ ｃｏｌｏｕｒ
"I'm sorry, but I can't help but think that you might be colour blind. Please forgive me, but you are looking right into my eyes as you ask... My eyes are a very light yellowish-green colour, and a caramel-brown surrounds my pupil. Surrounding my iris is a very dark brown."
"She gives nice, detailed descriptions, doesn't she?"

ｙｏｕｒ ｐｅｌｔ ｍｕｓｔ ｈａｖｅ ｇｏｒｇｅｏｕｓ ｃｏｌｏｕｒｓ
"Aww, thank you!!! Although, I must admit, my pelt is rather plain... My base colour is brown, and that surrounds my whole body. On the bottom half of my muzzle, and all around my under-pelt area is a creamy white that can also qualify as a very, very, very light brown. Under and over my eyes are that creamy colour, with speckles of brown and grey- NOT AGING GREY!!! Natural greys are in my coat. There are some fur strips that contain black on my body... Just look at my profile picture at the top, you can imagine the rest of my body, can't you?"
"Her pelt looks simple, but truly isn't all that simple... Heh."

ｓｏｕｎｄｓ ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ ｈａｖｅ ａｎ ａｃｃｅｎｔ， ｂｕｔ ｉ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｑｕｉｔｅ ｆｉｇｕｒｅ ｉｔ ｏｕｔ
"Glad you asked, lassie!!! Although, I must be honest, I have no clue whatsoever... To me, my voice is normal and others sound... Well, very strange."
"Akira has a rather strong Scottish Accent. It's weird, but hey, that's what she got!!!"

ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｅｉｇｈｔ
"I think I'm 2 or 3 feet tall..."
"You are about 3 feet tall, Akira."

ｉｆ ｙｏｕ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｍｉｎｄ ｍｙ ａｓｋｉｎｇ， ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｗｅｉｇｈｔ
"Well... Um, I don't know..."
"Can't blame her. Wolves have no technology. Akira is 98.6 pounds."

nose colour;; pink
eye colour;; a yellowish green, with brown surrounding her pupil
pelt colour;; various shades of brown and a creamy white, with spots of black and grey
accent;; rather scottish-sounding
height;; 3 feet tall
weight;; 98.6 pounds

Ｋ Ｎ Ｏ Ｗ Ｙ Ｏ Ｕ Ｂ Ｅ Ｔ Ｔ Ｅ Ｒ

ｗｈａｔ'ｓ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ｌｉｋｅ， ｗｏｌｆ
"Well... I guess I can say it....?

personality;; loyal, bubbly, obedient, sweet, gentle, caring, dominant, rarely but sometimes flirty (when the time is right)
history;; long story...
rank;; Beta Female
wanted rank;; Alpha Female
theme song;; Ｒ Ｏ Ａ Ｒ ~ ｋａｔｉｅ ｐｅｒｒｙ
pack;; Quidel
strengths;; fighting, attacks, out-smartening, sometimes flirting
weaknesses;; not the best at hunting, sometimes smiles when lying (very rare for her to, but when needed)

crush;; Koda
mate;; none
pups;; none
family;; her pack!

~Akira's form is half-finished, but still a wip. It contains a good section of her information...
I will create another male for Quida later, and a female and male for Wayra. Is Akira accepted so far? ^^'~

~On iPad, can't make and more~

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n a m e :: "I am called Phantom, I am called Ghost... I have many names, but none know my real name- and that is Rogue. Suitable, hm?"

g e n d e r :: "If you weren't blind, you would notice, but I am a brute- call me female, a fae, petite... Anything like that, and you'll lose a life."

a g e :: "I'm a good 4 years."

p a c k :: "Pack?! Hah! Packs are for wimps- for those who seek comfort daily and want to live a soft life. You want to live a good life, live the life of a rogue. I'm not a part of the Quidel pack, but I live in their territories for the fun of it."

r a n k :: "Loner, rogue... Whatever you want to call it. I live alone."



p e r s o n a l i t y :: Phantom/Ghost/Rogue is very solitary, and enjoys being alone. He is a trickster- smart, devious, hard to please. The brute is hard like a rock, and expects you to work for his good side. It is almost impossible to make him feel bad for you or anyone, and he is rather disrespectful and arrogant.

Later, though, after the pack finds him and if he falls in love, he will become very flirtacious, sweet, and gentle. Rogue will give sympathy for others, and learn the lesson of loyalty.

h i s t o r y :: "I have lived a long, good life if I think about it, but nothing is really interesting other than the fact that when I was young I used to have a mate, but when she was killed I ran off from my pack and my lead-rank as alpha. I haven't been seen since than, and I have heard that my nickname is mainly Phantom, some call me Ghost."

l i k e s :: Being alone, attacking, hunting, night

d i s l i k e s :: Company, not attacking, being hungry or thirsty, making mistakes



c r u s h :: "I have no crush!"

m a t e :: "Don't make me sick..."

p u p / s :: "Never... In a million... YEARS!"



c o l o u r :: Rogue is an ordinary dark-ish brown with caramel tints, and grey streaks through his fur as well as black.

m a r k i n g s :: None, other than a scar on his right shoulder and three across his left eye.

e y e s :: rather grey like colours.

g e n e r a l :: Mainly a brown coat with caramel tints and grey and black streaks all over, with grey eyes. He has a long scar across his right shoulder, and three shorter ones across his left eye- not his eyeball, though.

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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

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Incendious Inci|Female|Pack Member|Quidel|3

The dark female looked away from Ansuz after his reply of a ghostly smile got to her. She just stared blankly into the scenery, avoiding looking to Ansuz any more. Secretly, she admired him ever so slightly. The reason for this was his disability, he could not speak. She knew he probably longed to share his voice with the pack, while she usually didn't want to. Usually grumpy and avoiding others, Inci didn't enjoy speaking as much as others may have. She liked to keep to herself, but the real problem was her attitude to the outside world. She seemed to always be in a bad mood, and as if everyone was her enemy, she avoided them. She liked to stay in her den as long as she could and sink away from everybody, but of course she'd obey her Alpha and do as she was told. Maybe a hunt would be fun, but she didn't smile at the fact. It was an 'okay' idea to her, rarely did she truly enjoy something that had to do with socializing with others.
As her pessimist side kicked in, her thoughts returned to Ansuz. As if he'd ever like me. She thought to herself, bringing her mood down even lower as the words floated around in her mind. She groaned softly to herself, then shook her head to rid the idea from her mind and brought her attention back onto the hunt. Ansuz hadn't been invited to join the hunt, thinking of this her eyes finally flickered back to him. Good. She started again in her mind, I'd probably mess up the hunt anyway. I wouldn't want him to see me do that. She thought, looking down at her paws with a cross expression on her face, as if she had already participated in the hunt and failed. She huffed a sharp breath through her nostrils, flicking her soft tail and letting it curl around her body.

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

Bear kept his eyes on Kimaya, but while doing so his silky ears pointed to Cote, listening to her every word. For just a short moment he looked to Northern who was with Cote, giving a quick nod to him and then returned his globes onto the fae loner, who he had to make sure she wasn't causing trouble. He let the words sink into his mind, Northern was going to be in a hunt though he was not yet fully accepted into the pack. He grinned softly in his mind, Bear always enjoyed it when new wolves came, but he always hid his excitement and dealt with the outsider-wolves in a serious way, for he couldn't let a certain individual with a tendency to destroy enter the pack. Even one wolf could flip the group of wolves upside-down, and the history and organization of the pack was at stake. There was no idea of what would happen when a new wolf enters the pack until the first impression is judged, as well as the level of hostility. This strange new fae, who happened to go by the name of Kimaya, had taken prey of the pack, yet she didn't show hostility.
It was Bear's job to assess newcomers if the Alpha didn't, and take care of problems within a certain boundary. He could not do things like change the size of the pack territory or be the first to eat at a kill, for that would violate the law of the Beta's ranking. Only the Alpha or Alphas had the rights to do such things.