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[cygnenoire.]

u s e r n a m e ::
red lips.

n a m e ::
lady elizabethene

g e n d e r ::
female

a g e ::
three years old

r a n k ::
huntress

p e r s o n a l i t y ::
elizabethene is an elegant and short-tempered type of female. she's not the wolf that you would want to joke around, too much at least. she knows when to laugh and when to smile or smirk, but she rather keep the conversation formal. elizabeth may not be the most social wolf around, but she'll be willing to speak, if you make some effort to make it interesting. she's not very tolerant of many things; loud noises, arrogant wolves, bratty pups. she mainly quiet around new wolves and barely speaks without being spoken to. elizabeth is a cunning and intelligent fae with a soft and thoughtful side. although it's unlike, you'll earn her complete trust and gain her loyalty. if you do gain her trust and loyalty, she's be the kindest friend you'll ever gain; one that will never speak of your secret and one that will always be there to lend a shoulder to cry on. don't let her sweetness fool you, when she's angered, elizabeth is more aggressive and imitating than anything.

h i s t o r y ::
born as to the alphas in her old pack, elizabethene was always considered a high ranking wolf. her old pack were a small, but strong pack that was lead by her bloodline for generations; many that have heard of them considered them to be one of the original wolf packs, going back to the dire wolves. elizabethene's older twin brother, alek, was the next heir. of course, she didn't mind, but she felt a bit suffocated by her old pack and left when she was one. she went from a pack, to another, to another. a year and four months later, elizabethene decided to join the pack.

h e i g h t ::
sixty-eight inches.

w e i g h t ::
eighty-nine pounds.

p h y s i c a l ::
this young she wolf is very slender, making her incredible agile, but not the best at strength. she has a pure snow white coloured coat and dark cocoa coloured eyes. her pelt is not very thick, making it hard for her to keep warm in the winter months. she has no significant birthmarks or any type of scars whatsoever.

c r u s h ::
nobody yet.

m a t e::
nobody yet.

[canis,]

Accepted. }}

[munchkin cat.]

u s e r n a m e ::
Summers Day

n a m e ::
Alera

g e n d e r ::
Female

a g e ::
Her age is two and half years, almost three

r a n k ::
Hunter

p e r s o n a l i t y ::
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"


h i s t o r y ::
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.

h e i g h t ::
25 inches

w e i g h t ::
65 pounds

p h y s i c a l ::
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.


c r u s h ::
None.

m a t e::
None.

[canis,]

Accepted. }}

[Jiloon]

((Can we start yet?))

[canis,]

We need more members. }}

[Captain Linebeck]

Username: catsxchari
Name: Nitrogenfrost
Gender: female
Age: 4 years
Rank: female hunter
Personality: Quiet, smart, brave, friendly
history: born into the pack and turned out to be a great hunter
height: average wolf hight
Weight: average wolf weight
Physical: slender, fast, she is pure white with blue eyes.
Crush: none
Mate: none

[SimpleScript]

u s e r n a m e ::
SimpleScript

n a m e ::
Iltaira (ILTAIRA)

g e n d e r ::
Female

a g e ::
4 years

r a n k ::
Hunter

p e r s o n a l i t y ::
Laid-back, relaxed and mostly just a girl who doesn't worry much about enything else than staying alive. She is peaceful and calm all the time and doesn't have eny problems on talking open about enything from her deepest feelings to what she thinks of the weather, it's all the same to her but she always loves to watch others being in some kind of drama and claims it to be her guilty pleasure. She doesn't care about love since it wouldn't appeal to her unless someone else says that they like her, she is also very naive.

h i s t o r y ::
She was born in the pack and simply had quite a normal puphood with nothing specia changing her in eny way, her parents where quite peaceful and calm aswell as her and raised her to be like them but also to be a good swimmer and climber since they always though she would need it someday for some reason. When she was a teen, her mother died and not long after, a loner wolf challenged her father and took over the pack. She didn't let it come to personally to her but she does regret that she didn't do enything since she always thinks that she could have done something.

h e i g h t ::
4 ft

w e i g h t ::
123lbs

p h y s i c a l ::
She is sleek and her feet are quite skinny, small paws but still a very good swimmer and climber. She has a good balance while walking and tends to walk with her head low all the time and almost never raising it properly. Her fur is mainly white but with shades of brown in it by the ears, elbows, her back and paws. Her eyecolor is very pale and almost a creamy color but she has a good sight.

c r u s h ::
None

m a t e::
The Alpha and the Beta

[seargent strigiforme]

{ will join later today. }

[seargent strigiforme]

u s e r n a m e ::
kodiak.

n a m e ::
Cheziviya or 'Chezi'

g e n d e r ::
Female

a g e ::
10 months

r a n k ::
pup

p e r s o n a l i t y ::
Chezi is a very out-going, playful she-wolf despite her terrible experience, she of course has
her bad days. She misses her mother very much, but she will never understand the love her
father and mother shared. She is considered a loyal friend, but determined pack-mate.
Chezi is still young, but not completely ignorant of the way life is.
Chezi is a dreamer, constantly spending time outside of camp
wondering about other things. She has sleep insomnia.
She is a perfectionist, if she's doing something everything has
to work and be perfect. If it is not, she will become agitated
or frustrated, she will find a way to make it better. A trait
left to undesired by some of her pack members.

h i s t o r y ::
chezi's father fears his daughter leaving the pack
to join another when she is old enough.
Of course, her father,
Alabaster; does everything he can to discourage her.
He will not let her leave, the truth is, he cares for her deeply;
ever since his first mate died. Her name was Othello.
Oh, Othello, his beautiful she-wolf, she was his first
Love. They grew up together, in the same pack, and
he loved her since they reached their first year.
Her death broke him, something inside him died with her.
One day, when she was younger, Othello was killed by hunters,
the she-wolf had been hunting with chezi.
Teaching Chezi, she loved the brown pup, she was her everything.
Hunters had been tracking them, following them, waiting; for the right time to strike.
Othello detected them first, Chezi’s hearing and sensory wasn't full-developed yet;
her mother grew rigid.
Chezi nudged her, letting out high-pitched puppy whines, yelping when,
suddenly; her mother whirled around and head-butted her.
Knocking her away from her body, of course she was surprised,
why would her mother do that to her.
The little pup scrambled to her paws,
her chubby body making it difficult to do so.
She tried to make her way back over towards her mother,
but Othello’s low deep growl stopped her in her tracks.
“Go! Run away my little one, there are hunters near, run back to Alabaster.”
Her mother urged, Chezi grew confused, she whined wanting to be back with her mother.
“But moth-“ she tried to say, but Othello snarled, causing her to back away,
ears plastered against her skull; tail in between her legs.
Othello looked genuinely pained to see her pup this way, but it had to be done.
“Go!” she growled, turning her body to shield her cub. Chezi whimpered,
though she turned away and took off as fast as her short little legs would carry her.
Her father had been making his way out of camp when a little white blur ran into him,
stopping he looked down. Noticing it was his daughter, a smile made its way onto his maw.
“Why hello—“he trailed off noticing his little daughter’s tears and labored breathing.
The smile slipped off his maw as he lifted his amber orbs to look around for Othello, where was his mate?
“Cheziviya, my dear one, where is your mother?” he asked her softly.
“Mother—“before she could respond there was a sudden, loud gunshot, followed by a painful howl.
Black pupils widened in shock, as Alabaster became frantic.
Leaving his cub, he ran towards the direction of the noise, his white paws skimming the ground,
propelling him forward. No, no please Fenris! Don’t let it be my Othello! He thought in a panic.
At last, he reached a clearing, stopping at the tree line;
afraid to go any further; terrified at what he might see.
Pure will power urged him forward, as he passed the bushes,
he saw a puddle of blood, fear turned his blood to ice.
His pace became faster as he noticed puddles and dribbles of blood forming a trail,
until he came to a stop. He choked back a sob
as his amber orbs fell on a silver-grey form lying in the clearing.
It was Othello. He ran towards her, when he reached her called out her name.
“Othello! Speak to me, please.” His voice pleading, thick with grief.
She stirred, her beautiful yellow eyes appeared, as she stared up at her mate lovingly.
“Alabaster, calm down, my love.” She whispered. Alabaster whined, touching his coal black gem
to hers before burying his maw into her neck fur. Othello spoke to him,
trying to convince her mate that she wasn't scared of dying, she was okay with it.
She had saved her pup, and that was all that mattered.
“Othello, I will always love you.” whispered Alabaster, his tone full of fierce affection
as he watched his mate smile softly before closing her eyes and taking her last breath.
Alabaster could not stifle the howl of grief, fury, and pain that escaped his maw, filling the air.
After Othello’s death, Chezi noticed a complete difference in her father,
he was less happy, more cold towards others except her.
He would only smile for his pup, he was determined not to lose chezi too.

h e i g h t ::


w e i g h t ::
23 lbs

p h y s i c a l ::
chezi is a large she-pup, not as large as a male but larger than a normal female.
her size is all muscle but she is not bulky, she is sleek and lithe.
she possess slightly yellow orbs, it is like they are stuck between yellow and amber.
her pelt is a light, mocha color with gray black splashes here or there,
the back of her ears are a dark brown.
she has a sharp muzzle that cuts off in a blunt way around her nose,
which is coal black. her muzzle is lined with black whiskers, that are touch-sensitive.
her pelt is soft, yet coarse, and it is quite thick during the winter;
protecting her against the harsh climate and grows thinner during the warm months.
she has longs legs with slightly big paws, with black sharp claws.

c r u s h ::
nope!

m a t e::
too young, hasn't reached maturity

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Character © kodiak.
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