{Winter} Semi-lit {Wolf} Role-play {Open}

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Winter. One of the harshest seasons known, Prey grows scarce, Icy winds chill you to the bone, And snow covers every surface making it nearly impossible to see with it's blinding whiteness. Most animals spend all year filling up with prey and locating the perfect den to hibernate through this season. Easily avoiding the harsh cold and waking up early spring to warm suns and melting snow. But most animals can't hibernate through this, they must face this challenge and prove their worthy of survival. Survival of the fittest simply. One animal that proves itself time and time again is the wolf. Especially the pack of Crying winds. Every single year it snows, elk and deer migrate following their herd leader in search of warmer climates and food for their coming young to be born. Sure, a few members may die along the way but it just means they weren't fit for the pack and life goes on without them. Spring is quickly coming to a close now and winter is coming in, the first snowflakes are starting to fall piling up around the camp. Will you survive this winter? Or be lost beneath the snow?

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-Rules-

`` Follow all of Tess' rules. I don't want this rp closed because some people were like 'No! I don't wanna follow CS rules! I'm a rebel!' Yeah, really, none of that please. Lets keep this rp going.
`` Drama is good, but no, "Gemma fell down the stairs, then her boyfriend left her, then she crashed her car." all in the space of five minutes. Over the top, really.
``This is semi-lit to literate I want at least one paragraph per post conatainig at least seven sentences with correct spelling and grammer.
`` Keep it PG 13- fade out if needs be. Cuss words are okay, but try not to use them in every single post.
`` This is probably my most important rule; keep active. Don't join and then disappear off to Narnia for the rest of the RP.
``Please make your own form including the basics or whatever else you would want to add
``You can make up to two characters.
``If you wish to reserve a place please PM me and I will hold it for you, but only for twenty four hours I don't want to wait forever for your form and then people get immpatient and leave.
`` Let's please try to keep genders even, okay? Okay.
`` I'd like this to be as realistic as possible so not everyone will live. Let's have some deaths every now and then.

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-The Land-

The pack lives in a small clearing one side dominated by various large trees, usually holding snow branches tend to fall during blizzards the weight of snow breaking them off. These are a danger to wolves and any animal, if it were to fall on you it could cripple, kill, or seriously injure you and in the midst of winter this would easily mean death. On the other side of the clearing several dens have been made, a large rock surface dominates much of the ground and the wolves had carved out their dens beneath it. Under the rock surface is where the hunters and fighters sleep while omegas take shelter inside a hollowed out log. Then the shaman (Medicine wolf), has decided it's den to be beneath a tree, digging out the hole he lives beneath it it's roots serving as an entrance and blockage of snow. Then the alpha takes shelter within a small cave in the rocks face towards the end the rocks grows into a small cave just big enough for two to three wolves to fit inside when need be if he has a meeting. The belta and delta share a den taking shelter much like the Shaman beneath a large oak tree.

The rest of the territory consist of mostly wooded area, an old hunters wooden cabin lays deep within the woods. Humans have been known to come here from time to time and hunt the elk and the wolves as well as any other animals searching for food. A large river runs through the territory frozen most of the time until spring thaws it sometimes causing floods in the surrounding area. A meadow is the home of the river, wide and expansive with tall grass and bushes dotting the land here and there. Within the forest and meadow the Shaman is able to find the herbs they need unless frostbite and snow has already destroyed the plant.

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-Ranks-

Obviously the leader of the pack. He makes the descisions and chooses what the pack should do in order to thrive and survie the oncoming winter. He enforces the rules with punishment that he see's fit and creates the law of the land. His word is law no matter what.He mates with his choice of the females.

Alpha Male-{Reserved}

The alpha males right hand man, He looks to his beta for advice when making laws or simply needing someone to consult with. The beta male takes control when the alpha male dies as well as helps inforce the laws. He plans the patrols and duties for the pack members to do daily. He is allowed to mate with permission from Alpha.

Beta Male-{Open}

The medicine wolf of the pack they know every herb to heal anything from sore pads to a fatal injury. They usually spend the day walking the forest gathering supplies or speaking with the alpha also helping with descions seen fit for the pack. They are not allowed to mate.

Shaman-{Open}

Usually the females, they hunt in order to feed the pack.

Hunters {Females}

Usually males, they have devoted their lives to fight enemies to defend the pack.

Fighters {Males}

Either expecting, or nursing feas with pups.

Mothers-{Females}

Newly born or growing wolves, still being cared for by mothers.

Pups-{Open}

Lowest rank in the pack. Last to eat and shunned by the pack.

Omegas-{Open}

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-Weather-

[]Sunny
[X]Cloudy
[]Raining
[X]Snowing
[]Hailing
[]Blizzard
[x]Windy

[]Summer
[x]Fall
[]Winter
[]Spring


-Announcements-

-Role play now open!-

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Name-Alera
Gender-Female
Rank-Hunter
Age-Two years


Personality-
Optimistic is one word to define her cheerfulness, she's usually always in a good mood and can be caught humming or singing to herself all the time. But it's more than just happiness even in the darkest and most difficult problems she manages to see the light or 'see the bright side' of every situation.

Also very sarcastic, she just can't contain herself when she just happens to 'Over hear' a conversation and has the perfect smart*ss remark she just has to say it. When she speaks her sarcasm can sometimes be hard to deceiver from her normal tone and most have to take a moment as to wether she's serious or just pulling their leg.

Very independent. She likes working alone and enjoys being by herself though being a female the call of companionship does call to her from time to time. She prefers solitude rather than companionship and just likes to be by herself most of the time, the only time she usually converses with others is family or a few close friends she has grown to know. But also because she's independent she doesn't accept help very easily, even when she breaks down in tears she wil simply dismiss you if you want to help you have to ignore her complaints and just do it before she would give in.

Loves a challenge. Dare her to do something I dare you. she loves proving someone wrong it just brings a smug smile to her face verytime when someone places an impossible task before her and she accomplishes it. She loves baing dared to do something, or even pushing herself farther until her body just simply gives in, while her body rest though her mind is always thinking of what she could do next.

And maybe a bit of an attitude problem. She isn't one that takes being talked back to lightly, you mummble somthing while she's yelling at you and you'll instantly regret it. you want to say something say it to her face not like a coward behind her back, she hates people that are annoying.

She's very curious she has always been the one to volunteer for any exploration and just loves to learn and see something new. She has gotten in trouble many times for just running off to explore leaving everyone to worry that she had been killed. But she always says "Curiousity killed the wolf...But satisfaction brought it back"

History-
She was born into the pack her father a loyal fighter and her mother a brave hunter, from both theses traits she was able to inherit traits to go with either rank but the forest called her name more than the lust for battle. So she chose her mothers old rank and hunted and learned from her until she was killed in a hunting accident. Humans ventured deep into the forest and killed her mother while she was tracking elk one day, with her father still at her side she continued her training as a hunter with them while she would spend the evenings with her father. But one day her father was caught mating with a loner, his urge to mate clouded his mind and his descisions. He was driven from the pack left to die while she was the only of her family alive left within the pack. Some expected her to leave with her father, but they were never really close so she stayed and has proven herself a worthy hunter and loyal to her pack.

Description-
She is tall and slim built for speed and agility which of course is the reason for her being a hunter. She has medium sized rounded paws allowing her to keep balance along the ground while chasing her prey, as well as allow her to jump unto it once close enough. Her legs are tall as in contrast with her body, but her hindlegs and shoulders are were her true power is. Her constant running and just excercise has built up her muscle allowing her to cover ground easily as well as quickly. She has a small build, but she isn't just a skinny little scrap mind you. She has russet red fur with black along her back in places as well as on her tail. The rest of her is white, bronze, or russet medium lenght fur and soft to the touch. She has tall erect ears and a medium lenghth muzzle, with soft yellow eyes and this completes her apperance.


Crush-
None.

Mate-
None.

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------------balinor - four - wolf/dog - beta - mateless
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He has embodied a macho personality since he was young. Rather than talk about his feelings Balinor will give a sarcastic comment or blow it off as nothing he couldn't handle, not to worry. A tough wolf, he pretends he can take it all while suffering on the inside. He does not come off as caring, but he is a wolf who feels deeply, he just hides that feeling.
He is a brash wolf who has a blunt, cocky way of speaking. Confident in himself outwardly almost at all times and inwardly while he may doubt, Balinor does not give up. He plans out everything he does carefully, but if some one he cares for is in danger and time isn't an option Balinor has no issue with rushing in guns blazing and winging it.
There is also the curious, yet rebellious, side to him. It doesn't matter what it was, he always wanted to learn about anything. He is a quick learner. However, he was often hasty, lightheaded, and impulsive. He was also known to lose his temper, and let his frustration get the better of him. Balinor is stubborn and willful about his personal opinions, even when things looked hopeless and everyone disagreed with him. Once he set himself upon a course he would see it through till the end, and would allow nothing to stop him. He is very loyal to his friends and people he loves.

Balinor was born into the pack. No terrible past here. The Alpha at the time chose him as his apprentice and taught him how to hunt and such. Then he became a fighter, like most of the wolves in the pack, hunting is for she-wolves.Both of his parents died of a disease that swept through the pack, he himself had it but being young, he got better swiftly.

Balinor is a black and white wolf. The tips of the black hair have white on it, giving his fur a frosty look. He has a stocky build, more suitable for fighting than chasing prey, and his hind legs are all muscle. His right eye is a bright gold color, while his left is dark brown.

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------------amora - three - she-wolf - hunter - mateless
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Amora is usually stoic, impassive and reserved. She refuses most questions about her past to people who did not know her identity already, and even then treated most of them coldly and indifferently, and with a very serious attitude. Her span of tolerance is short, and she frequently becomes annoyed or impatient with people around her. She also tends to be opinionated and outspoken.
Amora always exuded a calm, assured air. She is very passionate in all that she engages herself in. She is compassionate, but she is also very proud. She would not hesitate to defend herself or whatever she held dear, no matter the cost to others. Amora is also very intelligent and strong-willed. She is also quite stubborn on occasion. Whenever she makes a decision, nothing can change her mind.
Amora is also very intelligent and strong-willed. She is also quite stubborn on occasion. Whenever she makes a decision, nothing can change her mind. She doesn't like to show her feelings to others, as she likes to maintain the impression for herself and for others that she is unbreakable. She is not fast to warm up to anyone, but once she does she will love and protect you with all that she has.

Amora was born to two loners. Well, to her mother. Her father left after the deed was done. Amora's mother was killed by hunters when her pup was only a few months old. The weather was warm, luckily, so the pup only had to deal with predators and starvation. The three month old padded around the forest, hiding in the undergrowth to help conceal her bright fur. But she could not escape the pack patrol. A huge wolf picked her up by her scruff, despite her protests, and took her to the camp. There the shaman looked her over and then gave her to a recent pup mother to care for Amora. She is welcomed in the pack as much as the wolves born in it. The taunts from when she was younger have stopped after she proved she belonged there.

Amora has snowy white fur and her pup blue eyes stayed with her as she grew. She has the body of a hunter, since that is what she trained it to become, with smaller paws for stealth and strong hindquarters for jumping and running swiftly. As is her job as one of the directors. While the other pack mates chase the large prey, she stays to it's side to direct it to go where the main hunter says. Amora has thick fur that can get annoying when wet or when it is hot, but it's very nice in the winter.

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Tassin, male, Fighter, two and a half.
Personality:Tassin is not one to abide by common courtesy, nor is he one to sit idly in the background. If anything he is one to give you his counsel whether you have asked or not, now, whether or not this council is honest or simply snide remarks lies in the moment. It seems at more times than not he is unable to refrain his tongue in virtually every situation, this fact alone gets him in more trouble than often intended. And this he uses to his advantage, irritating his opponent to the point where they become prone to rash and ill-thought actions. He is one with words, one to charm and persuade himself out of situations his boredom threw him into.

And on that note, Tassin often grows bored, leaving himself to push the boundaries, constantly testing their strength, taunting them, willing them to brake. The line between right and wrong is often one he likes to walk. In all of this, risk seems the only thing able to retain his sanity. It’s a love hate relationship. He is virtually fearless to a point, passing off as someone who doesn’t weigh the consequences. But that is the one thing he values over everything, his ability to see the possible outcomes before they happen, this doesn’t make his immune to life’s constant surprises, but it does leave him a tad more prepared.

Mischief is what this wolf thrives in, but when it comes down, when everything is discarded; he is one thing, loyal. He will put down his life for anyone he has sworn this loyalty to.
And beneath all of this he has a soft heart, liable to cave to a pair of pleading eyes or the calls of the weak, or simply those in need of help.

All of this in mind, basically every ounce of it shuts off when he’s fighting, protecting those to whom he has sworn to. A second personality per say, emotionless to a point, cold, calculating. But that is simply, Tassin.

History: At a few months of age his father, a ruthless fighter with an ego of steel misjudged a fight in a bout of fury and became crippled with injuries , his headstrong personality was said to have saved him from dying on the spot, but little could that save him from the infection that overran his body a few weeks later. His mother, a well-respected hunter, and reasonably upheld female, brought Tassin’s four siblings into the woods, said to be stricken by grief and driven mad by the death of her mate she toke their life’s along with her own. Tassin was then raised by his uncle, following in his footsteps to become a fighter.

Description: Tassin is a reasonably large wolf, though in comparison to the other fighters he has a slightly thinner build making him more agile than most, the muscle resting mainly in his shoulders and neck, placing him in between a stocky and lean build, let’s just say, a happy medium. His coat is a dark ebony, eyes a bright yellow flecked with amber.




Nymeria, Omega, Female, three years old.

Nymeria is often regarded as unstable, a fleeting sanity resting upon a gentle and passive personality. She is easily frightened, shying beneath even the slightest of raised tones. Her mind is a bundle of frayed strings, not often aware of reality. She is shunned by most, outcast because of her personality ontop of being an omega. Because of this she secludes herself, but at times she will attempt to reach out, attempt to say something, warn someone of something, something…something that is always slurred in stuttered, uncomprehendable words, to the point where others simply stop trying to listen.

History:
Not much is known of her history; most can never get it out of her, let alone hold a stable conversation. Most know that her parents were simply regular wolfs, both passed of old age, and that’s about it. As soon as she turned of age she was to be kicked out of the pack, but there is only one reason she has not, one wolf protects her with an untamed ferocity and that wolf is Tassin.
Description: Nymeria is a small wolf, with a fragile frame, if anything, built for hiding. Her coat is a mixture of red and different shades of brown, bright in comparison to a pair of dull, gray eyes.