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Postby dodobird959 » Sat Dec 21, 2013 7:30 pm

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ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ wᴏʀʟᴅ ɪᴛ's wɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴇᴀʀ ʟᴏɴɢ

Far up North, there is a place where boot prints in the snow do not exist. The lands are untouched by humans, they have never discovered the wolves' territory, for it was tucked away. The foolish people were unable to ruin the domain by tearing down trees and tossing around garbage, the wolves would not let this place rot in the damage. They would never be able to stand the sight of freshly-cut tree stumps, tin cans, and large cement buildings claiming their lands. They could not bear to see the world's beautiful creation be spoiled and stepped on with the deep imprint of a human's boot. Never would the two-legs step and cross through these hills, the only prints to be seen would be those of paw pads and claws. That's the signature of the Kings and Queens of the animals in this part of the globe. They are served by deer, antelope, hoof prints in the snow. Along with small, fuzzy paws of rabbits and moles. This is the wolves' world. They rule.



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The seasons go in order of Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall. Seasons will change with real life seasons or not, we'll just see how it goes. I will always update the weather and let everyone know what's going on. Currently: Winter.

• It is Summer, but don't expect clear blue skies. Snow has melted into a measurement of only one foot tall, and in some cases the grass even pokes out if the sun is generous. There is no need to hide under trees for shade, because the sky is still crowded with clouds though there are cracks here and there to let some more light in. Summer is the brightest season up here, and is the time when pups are old enough to learn to hunt. It's the perfect season for the little ones to take down their first prey with the help of others, because the snow is not up to their noses as it would be in Winter. Females are not in heat, however Summer is the time where most families spend time together than the other seasons. Pups bring mates much closer and families usually pay more attention to their kin than the pack, so Summer is also the time when wolves are disrespectful to the Alpha the most. High ranks tend to go easier on them, knowing the pack is overall more aggressive to each other in order to protect their families and show their loyalty to them.

• Ah, Spring. The time when pups are born and whatever flowers are there, bloom. It is the time when the air is fresh and life sprouts from everywhere, mainly blossoms on trees are the only flowers to see but it doesn't change the fact that it is a beautiful season. It is the time when hunting is most plentiful, for the deer herd travel into the territory and fawns are everywhere to be seen, often getting lost in deep banks of snow and freezing to death, preserving a good meal for a wolf or two. It is also the time when the herds are most aggressive, protecting the young, but this also causes them to tire out. If the wolves waited long enough, they would push even the healthiest of elk or deer to exhaustion. Newborn pups are fattened up and therefore grow strong, while pups in which this is their second spring are no longer considered pups. At the age of one year, they receive the rank they have been training for, and do not go into the Invisible wolf rank.

• Falling leaves are all around, giving this season it's name, Fall, also known as Autumn. This is the time when pups with this as their first Fall, start their training for a specific rank. They are trained by the Alpha, Beta, or Delta, the Alpha will choose who helps the pup depending on their strengths and what they specialize in. In some cases, the pup will be trained by a wolf who has that rank, as an example, let's say the pup was training to be a Security wolf, the pup would be trained by a Security wolf. Prey is not rare but not plentiful either, and this is the time when the water begins to freeze. Slow flowing rivers are fully ice from the middle of Fall to the end of Winter, while fast-flowing rivers are still liquid. Fall in the transition into chillier weather, and in Fall through Winter until the first days of Spring the pack usually chooses to sleep together in order to conserve body heat.

• Though snow is always around in these lands, Winter lets the land get an even thicker blanket of it. With a minimum of four-foot deep snow, this season is the toughest, harshest time of all the year. You can expect a blizzard every day at this time, usually only lasting about 1-2 hours. Getting snowed-in dens happen around 2-4 times annualy, and Winter is the cause of one third of the pack's deaths. Prey more scarce than usual, wolves starve, freeze to death mainly through the night, and some die when getting snowed-in their dens when being unable to dig themselves out. Despite this being a season with many tragic events, it is also the most romantic time while the snow is falling. Because Winter nights are longer than Summer's, the moon shines beautifully and the clouds seem to part away from it, letting it be seen. The Mating Moon, which is in the middle of Winter, is when wolves come together to pair up hopefully for life and become a family together. It is when all wolves behave their best, and also the time known for wolves bragging, showing off their skills to attract a a mate. The Mating Moon is not necessarily an occasion when wolves breed right away, but more as a time that brings pairs together on a "date" and lets them get to know each other much closely. The Mating Moon lasts for up to four days, wolves usually stay in the area where the Mating Moon takes place until they become close enough to their partner. Of course, not all wolves will find a mate, and not all need to go any further than dating. It isn't rare for only a few females to be pregnant after the Mating Moon, the Mating Moon was created only to bring couples together to gaze at the full moon at it's best, when it comes closest to the earth and is definitely an astonishing sight. Wolves may only breed in Winter and not any other season, and their pups would be born in Spring. With already born pups, they are almost as big as their parents and can bring down a full grown deer with the help of only one or two pals. They do not take part in the Mating Moon, as they are nowhere near that stage. For pups who experience their first Winter, they would have to wait until next year's until they could participate, by that time they would reach maturity.
[] Clear Skies
[] A few clouds
[] Half clouds, half sky
[x] Barely any sky showing through
[] Only clouds
[] Lightening
[] Thunder
[] Rain : Nothing
[] Blizzard level : 0
[x] Snow fall level : Moderate
[x] Water Update : Frozen
[x] Prey Update : Scarce
[] Tornado
[] Hurricane
[] Fire
[] Earthquake
[] Wolves lost : 0
[x] Body reactions : Near shivering
[x] Wolf behavior : Mating season
[x] Upcoming events : the Mating
Moon coming soon

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You may break these rules, but your wolf may be punished.

- All wolves must take part in the Mating Moon, other than pups in which this would be their first Winter. Pups must wait until their second Winter until they may participate. Wolves do not have to get into any relationship, but are required to show up even if not interested. The Mating Moon, though brings romantic couples together, also binds the pack closer and lets the wolves bond with each other, romantically or not.

- It is forbidden to mate with a Loner. Loners are always welcome to join the pack, if not hostile, but pack members may never mate with Loners until they become a part of the pack. Mating with a Loner is punishable by being cast out of the pack and most likely not welcomed back.

- If a Loner is found, immediately give out a warning call. Not howling out a warning call is punishable by up to a week of Omega treatment. When a Loner is found, remain with them and do not loose contact with them, stay until the appropriate wolves, such as the Security wolves or a high ranking wolf such as Alpha, Beta, or Delta, come and are there to take care of the situation.

-Always obey higher ranking wolves. Do as they say and go through submissive rituals unless otherwise stated by that particular high-ranking wolf. Never display dominance directly towards a higher ranking, however it is fine to dominate a lower ranking in front of a higher ranking, as long as there is only dominance to the lower ranking and not the higher. Punishable by a bite or hard push.

- Never exit the territory boundaries without the Alpha, Beta, or Delta knowing, in which the Beta or Delta will immediately inform the Alpha. Punishable by torment of up to two days, less brutal than the Omega treatment

- Omegas are not to be treated better than anyone else. An Omega may not submit nor dominate a fellow Omega. All Omegas are equally the lowest rankings of the pack, and higher rankings may not treat them better than what they deserve. They are Omegas for a reason, but always have the chance of escaping the dreadful rank. Because of that always open rank to any Omega, any wolf treating an Omega well will be punished by being demoted by the Alpha by one rank. They may work their way up again. An example of this is... Joe is the Delta. Joe speaks nicely to an Omega and treats them as any other wolf, and Joe gets put down to a lower rank, one rank down which would be a Security wolf. The Delta spot is reserved for Joe until he proves himself worthy of it again, however if Joe tells the Alpha he wishes to stay with the Security wolf rank, the Delta spot will become open and Joe will have to fight with whatever wolf that is the new Delta to take back the rank.

- Never fight in front of pups. Pups are one year or younger, any wolf older is okay to witness a battle. When a battle for ranks takes place, the winner gets the higher rank and the loser gets the lower one. An example... Joe wants the Delta rank, and he is a Security wolf. Amy, the Delta, does not want to give him her spot. So they fight. Joe wins, so he becomes Delta and Amy becomes a Security wolf. But what if Joe lost? If Joe lost, he would still be a Security wolf and Amy would have successfully guarded her rank. Rank fights are forbidden to be with a Loner. Loners may not do such rank-battles, as that is not the way they are accepted.

- Accepted Loners are immediately put into the "Invisible wolf" rank. They are to be treated like nothing, they may be pushed around and picked on to determine their strengths. However, in a short time the Alpha gives the accepted Loner a type of test, such as hunting or fighting someone willing, to find their strengths and see what rank would fit them, along with what the Loners may choose.

- Any rank changes must be known by the Alpha. If the Alpha does not agree, even if there was a winner of a fight, the ranks remain however the Alpha chooses. The Alpha may change the ranks of the wolves if they wish.







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Do not break these rules.

- Do not break these rules. If you break a rule you get a warning. If you break the same rule a second time, I will ask you to leave the roleplay. However, if you broke a rule, you'd get a warning. If you broke a rule a second time but a different rule, I will give you another warning. If you break any third rule, you will be asked to leave. If you have any questions about the following rules, PM me and I'll gladly explain.

- This is a semi-literate RP, so the minimum post is one large paragraph (6-7 sentences), even if you have a writer's block, per character. I'd like longer if you can, this RP is aimed more towards the experienced writers, but you don't need to write as if it's a book c: Also correct spelling and grammar should be used, but if you spell something wrong it's okay, I just don't want to see 50 errors in one post. If you can't handle this, this probably isn't the RP for you, sorry.

- For writing out of character, use [], {}, (), (()), OOC:, or anything else that makes it clear you are not in character when you are OOC. This is a simple thing to do, so please just do it.

- Put as much information as you like on your form(s), make it pretty, and use your own c:

- For ranks, choose a spot that isn't taken. I will reserve ranks for as long as you need, however please do not reserve something and never return. That closes the opportunity for others, and you need to be active. Don't come and leave. I will send out PMs for reminders if you've been inactive for quite a while, however so far I will not be kicking anyone out for being inactive. I do have the right to ask you to not post here again if you break a rule or don't reply to any posts or PMs. I will not remove you if you tell me, or mention a vacation from CS in your signature. I also know if you've logged on or not, so if you've logged on but haven't replied to anything for a long time you can wave good by to this roleplay.

-Fights. No killing or injuring another user's wolf without their permission, this means you can't make a different character faint from blood loss or make them blind without that person letting you. You may not even let the other character bleed one drop of blood unless the user lets you, and please say so if they did so I know. You are also not allowed to say "She bite him so hard she was sure he would howl in pain." You can say: "She bite him hard, she knew that if it was herself getting bitten like that she'd howl in pain." Another thing, do not say "A normal wolf would tremble in pain, but not Bob. He was so strong it didn't affect him in the slightest." Sure, your wolf can win a bit, but let them lose a bit too. You win some, you loose some. No powerplaying, and no wolf is perfect.

- Instead of having a limit of the amount of characters, I have a limit of the amount of users. I will only accept five (including me) roleplayers to take part, whom may have as many characters as they choose. If you choose to quit, please let me know by PM and tell me how you'd like us to deal with your characters. If you quit, your wolves will be no longer part of the pack and you will get to decide whether they have done something horrible and were cast out of the pack, killed from an accident or fight, or died from age. You will get to choose how your characters go, but if you do not tell us how you'd like them gone within a week of quitting, they would just die of age.

- Try not to say something like "Joe knew Bob was a bad fighter." Instead, try to write this "Joe thought Bob was a bad fighter." Still, try to stay away from insults like that, though your character may fight and call names, just don't go overboard and don't insult a user.

- Don't do any massive changes or plot twists without my 'okay'. If you would like the weather to change, tell me OOC and I'll think about it, most likely I will say yes. I just need you to ask because it wouldn't work too well if one second it was a blizzard and a minute later it was clear skies. It just doesn't make sense. If there's a blizzard, it can eventually turn into clear-skies weather, but I still need to know.

- Try not to involve humans into this roleplay. Maybe in your wolf's past they were kept captive, but not in this territory. I don't want hunters here when the plot is based around the land being untouched by humans.

- When two characters fight and a winner is determined, they may not switch ranks without both users' 'okay'. Try to be fair about it, if your wolf looses a fight, accept it and move on. They may eventually get it back.

- Because I will only accept five users, your wolves may be mates with each other. Just keep in mind it's much more fun to interact with other users' characters, rather than playing with yourself all the time.








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In order from highest ranking to lowest. Top is highest, bottom is lowest.
When eating, the highest ranking wolves eat first, going down to the lowest. Loners are not given food until accepted into the pack. If Amy, a Beta, was eating and had pups, she may take extra for her pups before their turn but if questioned by the Alpha she must put it back. It is not forbidden to take more then you need, but the pack does not take kindly to greedy wolves and if questioned by a higher rank, the wolf who took more than needed must give the proper amount back and are forbidden to fight physically about it.


Alpha - Their word is law, and they are the ones who give punishments to wolves who break pack laws. They are the most honoured, they make all the big decisions and are given the most respect. They can organize or stop anything they want, and assign trainers to pups as well as accepted Loners into the pack. Accepting 2.

Beta - The Betas are the second-in-command wolves, and often are the most trustworthy for the Alphas and usually friends with them. They make smaller decisions and can organize hunts, but not fights. Though they are highly respected, they must go through the Alphas for making a big decision such as whether or not a Loner gets accepted or how a pup will train. They may not punish wolves, but any wolf can dominate a lower ranking. Dominating includes biting, kicking, pushing, and stepping on them. Accepting 2.

Delta - Lower than the Betas but still a high rank, they may organize hunts and train pups with the 'okay' of the Alphas. They deal with fights between pack members and settle arguments, they try to calm the wolves down and are the 'peace keepers' of the pack. They may not punish wolves, but can dominate a lower ranking just like any other wolf in the pack. Accepting 1.

Security Wolves - The ones who excel in fighting are the ones who patrol the borders and mark the territory. They are most depended on during war, and most happen to be tougher wolves who can withstand harsh treatment. They do not hunt often, and rather guard the pack. Because they are the protectors of the wolves, they are respected well. Accepting an unlimited amount.

Hunters - Only a slightly lower ranking than Security wolves, Hunters provide the pack with food. Though all wolves are recommended to participate in hunts, Hunters do most of the work on feeding the wolves. Though they do not have to share a deer or anything smaller in any season except for Winter, they must howl out to the pack if they have caught something bigger than a deer to let the pack share. In Winter, however, even deer is meant to be shared because prey is scare. Anything smaller than a full-grown deer does not have to be shared, and the prey's killer may defend it from the other pack members if they wish, though not to higher rankings. If they defend food against, say a Beta, a fight will break out and the victor keeps the food. With a higher ranking, if the killer manages to defeat a higher wolf, they take up the wolf's spot. Example... Joe, a Hunter, defends the rabbit he caught from Amy, the Beta. He successfully guards the rabbit and Amy slinks away, the looser of the fight. Joe is now Beta. If Amy won, she would still be Beta and Joe would have to give her his catch. Now, let's say Amy catches a rabbit and Joe, a Hunter, wants it. He challenges her. If he wins and gets the rabbit, he becomes Beta. If Amy wins, Joe must leave her alone and she remains the Beta. Accepting an unlimited amount.

Pups, Wolves in Training - They don't exactly have respect from others, because they are still developing. The Alpha assigns wolves to train the pups for whatever rank in which they excel in. Once one year old, the pups are given their ranks and are no longer considered pups, but rather just wolves. Accepting an unlimited amount.

Invisible Wolves - Only newly accepted Loners and wolves whom are no longer Omegas are given this rank, and are constantly tested by the Alpha, to determine what rank they would be best in. They may be treated badly and with no respect, but it is not forbidden or punishable to be nice to a wolf of such rank. Accepting an unlimited amount, however your character may not start out as an Invisible wolf. For an example, let's say Joe is a new character. He may not start roleplaying as an Invisible wolf, his user must first play him as a Loner until he is accepted into the pack, in character. But if Joe was an Omega, he would have to be roleplayed as an Omega and earn the Invisible wolf rank first. Accepting an unlimited amount.

Omegas - Treated worst of all, the Omegas are not allowed to be treated well. This is because they always have the option of escaping the rank, so at no given time should any wolf be nice to them. To get out of this dreaded rank, they must first pass a test given by the Alpha. At any time an Omega may approach the Alpha and ask for such a test, and it is forbidden for the Alpha not to give the Omega an unlimited amount of chances. Once the test is complete, if the Omega failed they have the option of taking another test or going back to the Omega rank. If they passed the test, they become an Invisible wolf and are tested some more, but not put back as an Omega unless they want to, their strengths are found and are given a suitable rank. Accepting 4.

Loners - Not part of the pack at all, pack wolves have the right to treat them worse than an Omega. To join the pack, a Loner does not have to pass a test, but rather has to seem kind and give not many hints of hostility. If trustworthy, the Alpha will accept them and give them the Invisible wolf rank, and determine their strengths to fit them with the proper rank for each individual. Accepting an unlimited amount.














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Male .. Female

Alpha - Tyson
Alpha's Mate - Reserved for Tyson's mate
Beta - Whispering Winter
Beta's Mate - Reserved for Whispering Winter's mate
Delta - Astra
Security Wolves - Pekoe
Ryder
Dage
Red Leaves
Meera
Bow

Hunters - Morianna
Angel's Phoenix

Pups - Here
Wolves In Training - Here
Invisible Wolves - Here
Omegas - Here
Loners - White Fang
Shattered Truth
Jade



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Bow > Meera - Bow likes Meera
Wolf <> Wolf - They both likes each other and know
the other likes them

Wolf >< Wolf - They like each other but don't
know the other does

Wolf <3 Wolf - Mates
Wolf <3 Wolf - Used to be mates
Wolf ~<3~ Wolf - Mates with pups
Wolf `<3` Wolf - Used to be mates with pups
Wolf <..> Wolf - Mates with pups but pups are
gone/killed

Wolf >..< Wolf - Used to be mates with pups
gone/killed

Wolf </3 Wolf - Dead mate
Wolf `</3` Wolf - Dead mate with pups
Wolf `</3` Wolf - Dead mate and dead pups





























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Key: Username - Character, Character | Page they joined |Status - [if they are banned, given a warning, etc.]

dodobird959 - Tyson, Jade, Bow | 1 |Status - 0
N i g h t s t a r - Morianna | 1 |Status - 0
Galaxy of Love - Whispering Winter | 1 |Status - 1
Endless Sorrow - Angel's Phoenix, Red Leaves | 1 |Status - 0
lunar fall - White Fang, Shattered Truth | 1 |Status - 0
{Joy} - Ryder, Annabeth | 1 |Status - 0
ShadowChaser360 - Dage | 1 |Status - 0
Ashara - Pekoe, Astra, Meera | 2 |Status - 0


[[Update: I have accepted eight users instead of five because I couldn't reject them. We are no longer accepting new users, but keep in mind those who have already joined may have as many wolves as they want as long as you can post enough for each one.]]
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Tyson .. Jade .. Bow

Postby dodobird959 » Sun Dec 22, 2013 12:38 pm

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Hello, it is I, Tyson. Great to meet you! If you like, you may call me Ty, but I really don't mind either way. If you haven't noticed, I am a male or as some call it, brute. I have reached the age of three years and six months, or three and a half.

My rank is quite well known, I am no other than the Alpha of our strong pack. I could never wish for a different rank and I plan to keep this rank for the rest of my life, and will guard it against anything or anyone no matter what I must go through.


Tʏsᴏɴ
Mᴀʟᴇ
Each and every wolf has their own story, and so do I. My past isn't much different from that of a different wolf, but does involve little details that narrow my history down to myself.
I was born to a beautiful silver mother of six, and an amber and iron male with a tough shell but soft heart. Together we were a family of eight, I had four brothers and a sister. My sister, Kalia, was creamy white and sweet, but us brutes toughened her up, heheh. One of my brothers, Doug, was silver, just like our mother. Well, not actually silver, but grey. I'm not sure if it's possible o have silver fur! Anyway, Doug and I were really close. We practiced hunting together, we played together, we fought against each other as all siblings do, but something brought us close together.
As we were born and raised on snowy mountains in the Mountain Paw pack, we were quite used to the cold. Eventually my siblings and I left our birth pack to find our own. In our teenage years, we split apart from each other, all except Doug and I. We did not say goodbye, and instead traveled together as lone wolves until we found the Ice Water pack. Joining, we lived happily for three months until the incident happened. On a particularly dry day, the tops of the trees were not drenched in snow while the ground was. It wasn't as cold as my current pack's land, so the Ice Water pack was destroyed when a forest fire managed to swallow up the pack. Those who were not burned to death parted from the others, fleeing in panic. That was the last I saw of my brother.
When the flames died down and the territory was safe to tread on, I visited the charcoal sight. I could smell my brother's scent, but it was old and doused in ashes. I had no chance in following his trail for soot covered the vast land, and I had no idea if he was killed or not by the flames. I still don't know.
I was forced to move on, on my own I found this pack, still at a fairly young age. I claimed the rank of Alpha and have kept it ever since. Indeed I do still miss my brother, but it's been a long time now and I am not as haunted by the disaster as much as before.


Who I am is what you want to know, huh? Very well, I shall tell you. Because I can't exactly meet myself, I'll have to take other wolves' words and describe my personality by their opinions. Though I am sweet and kind, I am aggressive at times. To define 'aggressive', let me explain. I am protective over those I care about, and can get a little attached because of my history. Loosing my brother forced me to become a little clingy, though I can let things go. I am overprotective of young pups, but when they are old enough I ease up a bit and let them learn for themselves with a watchful eye. I care deeply for all members of my pack, and would sacrifice my life to save any of theirs. I am romantic but not flirty, I do not go for looks but rather personality. You must gain my trust before I treat you like a friend, but I am loyal and will never leave you or the pack's side. I am relatively calm but can be a rough wolf when dominance gets over me. I go easy on punishments during the Summer for obvious reasons, but don't use that as an excuse. I won't let myself be stepped on, and I will defend someone worth defending.

You want to know my love life? A little personal, but very well, I shall tell you. I have no crush, nor any pups and I've never had a mate. I would enjoy starting a family though, and would be a protective father.









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Nice to meet you, in case you're wondering, I'm Jade. I am three of age and definitely a female, or as some call it, fae. I am not part of a pack and therefore have no rank other than a Loner. I do, however, would really like to join the pack, but I am weary and don't know how the pack will react to me. Maybe one day I'll have the guts to, but in my defense, there's a bunch of them and only one of me.

Some say that my personality is a unique one. Based upon what others say about me, I am peppy and energetic. I like to be brave but sometimes will back down whether I like it or not, for example this pack. I can't find myself approaching one of those pack wolves. I suppose you could call me shy, but really, I want to break loose and run around. I'm very energetic but can settle down, I am optimistic and give out compliments easily. I try my best to always be friendly, but I can be hostile without knowing it. I do many mistakes and mess up a lot, so I need someone to be patient with me. I am trustworthy and loyal, I love to smile and try not to sulk around.
I do enjoy some time to myself with peace and quiet, for I am a solitary wolf.


Grew up without a pack, my history explains my solitary personality. I was born to Loners with three siblings, in which my sister froze to death and my two brothers we weak, and so was I. We had barely any food and eventually my smallest brother, the runt, starved and died as well. My brother could not stand it. He ran away through the night and we went searching for him, but his scent trail ended where a hawk's began.
Swallowed by grief, I was given no attention for a long while. They would throw an old rabbit on me and then leave me alone after that. Finally, when the sorrow died down, I was given too much attention. They protected me strongly, so much I was only allowed outside once a day under the supervision of both wolves. This carried on into my early teenage years, though I constantly snuck out at night to explore the world. Once old enough to be on my own, I said her good-byes to my parents and moved on. I never lived in a pack and therefore don't know their ways. I really do hope to finally join a group after three years of the Loner life, but I'm too shy. Too scared. I've never been in a pack, I don't know their system of ranks. I don't know if I can adjust to that sort of life.


Because I've never had a pack, I've barely met any wolves. That means I have no crush, mate, or pups. I would really love a family, and though I am not searching, I would love to get into a relationship with someone trustworthy enough.







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Hey, how are you? My name's Bow, but I am commonly called Boo. I honestly don't care which name you call me, so choose your pick. If you haven't noticed, I am a male or as some call it, brute. I'm almost four years old, but to be exact I'm three and nine months.

What is my rank, you ask? Well, if you really want to know I am a Security wolf.

Who am I, you ask? Hm. It's hard to tell you my personality since I don't know how to describe myself. Let me just think back on those times when wolves told me what I'm like...
I'm as playful as a pup and quite energetic, I love to tackle and play-fight even though am an adult. I'm childish and not very responsible, if you ask me to do something I'll put it off until the last minute. I don't really care about all that responsibility stuff, I mean what's the point in living if you don't have a little fun?
I love to explore and I haven't yet learned to not take on a battle I would clearly loose. I'd fight a bear without thinking twice about it, so I'm often called a dull-headed mutt. Meh, I try not to let the insults bother me.
Though I enjoy a good fight and a nice run, I can settle down, even though I tend to not stay still for very long. I can flirt a bit and often compliment every fae that crosses by, but I'm not overly flirtatious. Or so, I think I'm not.


My history now, huh? Fine, let me tell you...
I grew up in a litter of five. My two brothers, Herb and Alio, two sisters, Mai and Taiga and I along with my parents, Kalito and Lilac. Now, how is it possible for two dark coloured wolves to have two light coloured ones such as Alio and I? Great question. You see, Lilac was not Alio and I's birth mother. That's right, we were adopted. I don't remember the sights I saw at the time but I remember the feelings, the cold air against my soft body and the scent of our birth mother. When we were two months old, an old rouge questioned how this was possible. Even though we thought he was crazy and it didn't matter what colour our fur was, our puppish curiosity dragged us to ask Lilac and Kalito. They explained everything, how out mother fell ill, and while our true father took our blood-related siblings, he could not take us for apparently it was a big littler. Lilac and Kalito had found us in the snow, and raised us as their own.
Yeah, I'd say I missed my real parents, but I knew that Lilac and Kalito loved us just as much as we needed. We were properly cared for, and were grateful that they hadn't refused to adopt us, since we would've froze if they didn't.
Anyway, because of this event, Alio and I were very close to each other, and both had the same fighting spirit. We play fought all the time, surprise attacks constantly landed on each other. This went on until Lilac and Kalito left the pack to let their pups live on their own, so they found a new pack. Surprisingly, my siblings did too. Alio had chosen to stay with me in this pack, in which we were born and raised in, but then something happened. He too, just like our mother, fell ill. He left in the night, for he did not want to infect me with whatever disease was killing him. That night I was snowed-in my den, and unable to dig myself out without the help of a few pack members who came to my rescue. The snow covered Alio's scent and I never saw him again. I have been in this pack all my life, including with my birth mother until she fell ill and my father took my other siblings away to where ever to raise them alone, or perhaps with the help of another pack. I never found out.


I've had a few crushes in my lifetime, though I've never had a mate, nor any pups of my own. I currently do have my eye on someone, and that someone is Meera. Because we're both Security wolves, I've seen her here and there and I must say she seems very friendly and sweet.
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❝Don't underestimate me, my bite is worse than my bark.❞

Knowing the Basics

      Full Name}} "My name is Morianna, it's a mouthful, I know. I do not remember the meaning of my name but it seems to fit me in my opinion, I rather it not be changed."
      Nickname}} "Nicknames? No, absolutely not. I do not like being called or addressed by anything but my official name. I'll give you a piece of my mind if you try it."
      Gender}} "You are officially blind I might say. I obviously do not have the male parts that would categorize me as a male so that leaves me to be a female. I don't think I would need to check for such things."
      Age}} "How rude of you to ask me such a thing, honesty, I wouldn't tell a ignorant wolf like you in the first place. Well, if it is that important to you, I am exactly five years old, its not old but it isn't young, I'm smack dab in the middle if you ask me.
      Rank}} "Eh, I'm a hunter, simple as that."
      Desired Rank}} "Ambition is my middle name, you didn't realize this already? Though, I am happy with my own rank for now."
      Description}} Morianna is a tall female with a slim and agile built. She has slightly rounded ears and plenty of scars across her muzzle due to both her past and now. Her coat color is solid, with no traces of white what so ever. She is purely untainted black, simple as that. To top all this off, Morianna's eyes are categorized as a hazel in wolf society.

Personal Digging

      Personality}} "Describe myself? No." This female is aggressive so to speak. She is like a silent shadow but her bite is far worse than her bark. She will not argue with you but simply ignore you, despite any consequences given, she'll take them head on without any regrets. Morianna is a tough fae, seeing as her opinion is what she lives by. Her will is strong and this fae is basically unbreakable. She can be sweet but she is mostly reserved and doesn't speak much unless she tries to make a point. She has a weak spot for pups but otherwise, she is a tough nut to crack. Morianna doesn't enjoy being told what to do and if she is, she will take her time doing whatever it is just to be spiteful.
      History}} "You wouldn't care even if I told you." This fae was not originally from this pack. In the beginning of her life, she was born into a litter of four pups, all brothers. Her parents were the official betas of this pack that consisted of over ten wolves, expanding in size every year. Morianna was in what most called wolf haven, she was living without struggle or having to fight for what would be rightfully hers. The fae had it easy so to speak. Her brothers would roughhouse with her and toughen her up, strengthening both their skills and hers. She became a superior over her three other siblings and outranked them in pretty much everything, though she did have her flaws. The female was given the rank of beta when her parents passed by the time she was two, pretty young at the time but she was given even experience thanks to the help of her parents. There was no jealousy between siblings and everything seemed perfectly fine for a year or two, until the wildfire came. It swept throughout the territory destroying everything in its path, including her pack. They had been asleep when the fire struck, having woken and alerted everyone when it was too late. Burning trees fell and wolves were trapped and split up. Morianna ran with her brother, not looking back but once. The duo survived for a year, both hitting the age of three when he left her for love. Morianna didn't hold a grudge over it, but she was upset. She soon wondered over into this pack, being accepted and soon falling back into the roles of a pack.

Love is Weakness

      Growing fond of}} "Ha, the answer is no."
      Mated to}} "Seriously? I don't have a crush to begin with"
      Mother to}} "If only. I wish I had some pups to keep me company but no, I have none and I don't plan on having any with anyone until I feel they are worth becoming my mate."


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Whispering Winter

Full Name}} My full name is Whispering Winter, named by my mother.
Nickname}} Whisper is the name I prefer to be called.
Age}} I am 3 years old, quite young I suppose.
Gender}} I'm a fae, as obvious.
Rank}} Beta, worked my way up.
Desired Rank}} I'm fine with this right now. Things can change, at the blink of an eye.
Description}} Whisper, is quite small. She's slim, and quick, with pointed ears. Her coat color is white, whit tips of grey in places. Her eyes are a beautiful hazel, tan color.




Personality}} She is quite upbeat and playful, therefore getting along with pups. She's kind to everyone, but if needed, she can hit someone pretty hard. She will only be told what to do by the Alpha, no matter what. She works her part, harder than almost everyone, and won't eat until everyone else has. She is kind hearted, but will kill if coming to the safety of her pack.
History}} She was born in the pack, the only of 5 other siblings to survive. 3 died at birth, 1 from the cold, and the other from battle. She has never been chosen at a mating moon, even though she has been to 2-3, you get lost during the years, and doesn't really love anyone. Although she is kind, there is an unspoken pain behind her hazel eyes, as she watched her parents both slaughtered by hunters. It's a sore subject.

Crush}} Nope, I don't really have an eye out.Tyson
Mate}} Hah! NO!
Pups}} Although I'd love some, no.
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║ Full Name ║
My name is Red Leaves. Well, at least that is what it is now. When I was born, I was named Illusion. Not quite sure why actually. After some tragic accident, I didn't want to be reminded of what happened so I changed my name to Red Leaves. It's mostly because red leaves fascinate me to no end.
║ Call Name ║
I respond to Red. Or Red Leaves. Which ever one suits you, I guess. My brother sometimes calls me Little Red, but I don't really have any other call names.
║ Gender ║
I'm a female. Fae. Which ever one you'd like to call it.
║ Age ║
I'm 3 years old. Or 3 years young. I guess I'm not considered exactly an adult. Maybe a young adult?
║ Pack ║
This pack.
║ Rank ║
I'm a Security Fae. A pretty good one if I may say.
║ Description ║
I am a jet-black wolf with an unusually lithe and agile body. Specks of brown cover me in the summer, while it turns more gray during the winter. My eyes resemble some of the leaves that fall during the autumn season, amber with an almost reddish tint to them in certain sunlight.
║ Personality ║
Red is extremely difficult to read. She's mastered the expressionless face from many moons of practicing and it is close to impossible to ever guess what she is thinking or feeling unless the information is given voluntarily. She doesn't talk much, if not at all unless it is required. This female is what most would call an introvert. She has this sort of quiet quality to her, something very rare that not many possess. Her uncanny talent for fighting make her a feared enemy to the neighbouring wolves, as many know not to mess with this silent black she-wolf. Her silence and stealth is envied by most hunters, but that only came with years of repetition and practice. Red has this ghost-like quality to her, always wrapped in a noiseless atmosphere that is only broken by the noises of the forest. When she does speak, her voice is low, just above a murmur. So quiet that only wolves who have the decency to listen intently to her catch the few words that she dares to speak. She does listen, though. You may not see her, but she listens to a whole lot more than she lets on. Her hearing has improved ever since she'd had to survive through the fire that killed most of her family, which makes it easier for her to figure out what's going around camp when it's too crowded for her to hide around. Once you start a conversation with her, Red has this odd thing with her eyes. It's like they're piercing into your soul and she's dissecting every vein in your body, discovering all the secrets you have hidden behind your own eyes. It is hard not to feel uneasy in the presence of Red Leaves. A popular rumour that revolves around her is that she is actually a spirit. Who wouldn't feel uneasy with her around, then?
║ History ║
Red was originally born as Illusion. She was the youngest in the second litter of Flame and Alaric Rubella. The word rubella is a rough translation from Latin that means 'red'. The Rubella family was known for their unique pelt colours, from fiery reds to tame browns. So it came as a surprise to all of them when Red Leaves only shared her mother's eyes. Her black coat leads many to believe she was adopted. She had 2 brothers; Phoenix and Casper, and one sister; Echo. When Red was known as Illusion, she wasn't very outgoing, although she did talk a lot more than she does now. She listened to what her parent had to say, and never once broke the rules. Well, that is until she turned 4 months old. Being the older out of the 4, Phoenix and Echo's job was to take care of Casper and Red while Flame and Alaric went hunting. The first months went by pretty quickly, Phoenix and Echo would keep both the younger pups busy by playing with them, sleeping or pretending that themselves were prey. But one day, Phoenix got tired of staying inside the den and decided that he'd take the little rascals out for a stroll. Red refused to leave the den, so she was left alone as the rest of her family left her and she was the only being inside their home. After a few moments of pacing around, Red smelt smoke and started panicking. The dark gray cloud rising up in the sky came from the direction her siblings had gone and without thinking twice about it, she chased after them. How relieved she was when she saw them. Correction, when she saw one of her siblings. Phoenix ran by her, but not before he snatched her off the ground and held onto to her by her scruff. Red didn't have time to ask where Echo and Casper were before either sides of them were covered in hungry flames. The only thing she could do was close her eyes and pray that they didn't die in this horrible nightmare. She was dropped more times than she could count, but every single time Phoenix just picked her right back up and kept running. They just kept on running and running until they escaped the flames. They had to live on vegetation because all the prey had fled, and they had to learn how to rely on their hearing more than their sense of smell and their vision because everything was drowned out by the stench of smoke and ashes. Surviving was hard, and more often than not they almost died. Red couldn't bear to look at her brother the same again. It was his idea to leave the den, if he hadn't maybe all of the family could've escaped. Yet they didn't. The Rubella family was down to only 2 members. Red changed her name from Whisper to Red Leaves, and then suddenly became quiet. She practiced every skill she could, from stalking, to hunting, to swimming, and running. There was nothing else she could do. She already had a talent for fighting, so she had to do something else because there isn't much fighting you can do when you're the only 2 survivors of the forest. For 3 years Red and Phoenix had to keep travelling, in hopes of finding anyone. Then they stumbled across this Pack, and joined. Red has been the ghost of herself ever since.
║ Crush ║
I don't speak to anyone, so how am I supposed to like one?
║ Mate ║
Nobody would ever love me, so why should I love anyone?
║ Pups ║
I don't have any offspring, and I'm not sure if I even want any...

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[left][quote][size=85]Silence speaks.
Silence screams .
Silence talks louder then any word,
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║ Full Name ║
My birth name is Angel's Phoenix. I guess it has to do with the colour of my fur.
║ Call Name ║
Everyone just calls me Phoenix. I'm not sure I'd like the teasing if I let everywolf call me Angel.
║ Gender ║
Is it not quite obvious that I'm a brute?
║ Age ║
That is definitely not a question you hear every day. I'm 4 years old, why do you ask?
║ Pack ║
This pack.
║ Rank ║
I've been ranked as a hunter.
║ Description ║
I am a reddish-brown wolf with a few tufts of orange. The tips of some of my fur are tinged with black, which makes me appear darker and older than I actually am. My underbelly, along with the bottom of my muzzle and the insides of my legs are more of a cream-coloured. I share the same eyes as my father, deep chocolate brown eyes.
║ Personality ║
Phoenix is no ordinary brute. If anything, he's far from it. He'd rather socialize than be alone, and cares for almost everyone. Almost. He's a kind-hearted wolf that does his best to see the good in everyone. He believes everyone should be treated equally, although sometimes he doesn't object to show dominance when it comes to certain matters. When he leads something, he tries to include everyone's opinion into it, determined to choose as a team. Granted, sometimes he tries too hard. He has a hard time not pushing it sometimes, especially if everyone's tired and he should just take over and keep it that way for the day. He forgives easily, even too easily, although there are some things he won't forget. In the end, Phoenix is just a big softie, basically the Pack;s teddy bear. He isn't afraid to listen to whoever has something to say, and doesn't hesitate to help someone in need. On the downside of things, when Phoenix is angry he basically becomes a bear. He snaps, growls, snarls, and dominates anyone who tries to question him. On the plus side, he doesn't get angered very easily. He might get peeved about certain things, but he isn't full out angry. He is very outgoing, talking to anyone who crosses his path and is willing to talk to him. Sometimes, he may talk a little too much, but that doesn't stop him from being a unique wolf.
║ History ║
Phoenix's history resembles Red's, except he has a year added on to that. When he was younger, his parents were his mentors instead of any older siblings since he didn't have any. Echo was his best friend, and he did absolutely everything with her, so her death scarred him in more ways than he lets on. Casper was his wing man, he could always find a way to get in trouble but the red brute enjoyed the little pup's company. He was really close to his mother and father, and so was Echo. The death of most of his family devastated the brute, although he didn't retreat into his shell like his younger sister did.
║ Crush ║
All the faes are pretty, but I do not have my eye on any of them.
║ Mate ║
If I don't have a crush, how am I supposed to have a mate?
║ Pups ║
Although I do love pups, I don't have any of my own.

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Clad in my armour.
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Postby Cyphron » Sun Dec 22, 2013 3:24 pm

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Darkness is all I seek, loneliness is all I feel.
The savageness within, the monster inside,
it's all lies. Deathly eyes, cooling tone,
sharp fangs. Is all I am, but I am no monster.
Scars cover me, they said time would heal them
they spoke lies. The pain lessened and scar tissue
covered them, but they still haunt me. There
is only one to aid, only one to bring light.
One day that one will come, but for now
I stand alone


Hello there young one, the name is White Fang. Nothing more and nothing less, just plain White Fang is what I prefer to come by. I was named after my sharp white fangs as you can say they were what I was known for as a pup and still to this day. I prefer that you do not call me by any nicknames as I feel no need for them, so please refrain from doing so. Shall I say I have walked this earth for four years and six moons now, as you can see I am not that old and not that young, a right age basically. I am a full blooded male, brute, lad, anything you can say but I am indeed a male, nowhere near female.

As far as sight goes you can see that I am a fairly large wolf with muscles that ripple beneath my pelt with every moment that I make. I am lean and agile, but speed is not much on my side as strength is. My fur has multiple colors, radiating from a light caramel brown to a dark coal black with tints of white and down to a light stormy gray. My fur has no pattern to it's coloring so you can never see nor tell which main color is basically made up of my entire pelt, I'm not even sure myself. My fur is sleek and smooth to the touch, almost soft and my tail consists to appear like a wooly fox tail. The tips of my fur curl in towards my stomach like claws protecting the skin underneath. Many scars hide deep within my fur from many fights in my past, though one is the most noticable and the most haunting. A jagged scar goes straight through and across my left eye, a pinkish color somewhat that is in sight with just one glance towards my direction. Many judge with this scar and I pay no heed as I have grown use to it over the years. My eyes are a dark hazel with what appears to be a haunting edge to them, almost eerie like. My eyes hold no emotions as I have learned to mask them over, though they hold truth many times. Some have told me that when I look your way it is as if my eyes are peering into your soul. I don't believe this but it is what I'm told.

Ah, so I see as my time to tell my personality comes forth. To start off I have always been a lone wolf, always have been and most likely always will be. I dislike being in crowds and surrounded by multiple wolves at once. I prefer to keep to myself and be left in peace, as no one can annoy you when you are alone. I'm reserved and introvert you can say, but not quite shy, just anti-social more or less. Though I know in due time I will adopt to being surrounded by many, I know that the loneliness in the pit of my heart will always be there, no matter what. A constant reminder of what I am. I'm a loner at heart and there is no hiding that. When I am around others I show no emotions to them, only if I want to. I'm apathetic, not giving away anything of what I'm feeling in my voice or body language. No emotions come across me so it's difficult to figure me out, though most have never tried. With showing no emotions I show no weaknesses, so almost everybody leaves me be, never getting on my bad side which could lead to my aggressivenss. With my aggression I go into a hostile and cautious mode, snarling at anybody in sight with my hackles raised and teeth bared. I only see red and everybody as a threat, including if someone I care about is in danger is when such thing as my aggression comes in. It's almost impossible to bring me out of it unless one I trust is close by. As we move alone past my temper I have picked up the trait of being extremely observant. I can easily read your emotions by just seeing into your eyes or reading your body language or the sound of your voice. I can pick up on habits that you have, even habits that you may not be aware of. To say in other words, I can easily figure you out, it's almost as if you are an open book to me. I hope you are aware of the quote; Our eyes are windows to our soul as this very quote applies to me. My eyes reveal all of what I am feeling for a minimal time before I mask them over, it only takes one quick glance at the right timing to discover what I am feeling. That is why I hardly let anyone look into my eyes as I don't want them to figure me out. To me showing emotions is showing weakness and I hate doing so, emotions are our enemies, never our allies. I have trust issues as you can see so I hardly let anyone in, trust comes as in respect to me so once you gain my respect you are close to gaining my trust. To explain beyond my issues of trust I am also slightly mute, not speaking a single word to anyone unless you have earned my respect or trust. The only way I communicate is through body language and vocal sounds such as growling or just a slight rumble. The moment you gain my trust is the moment you will hear my voice and I remain loyal to you, always standing by your side no matter what and offering what ever advice I can give. I'm wise I can tell you though I always give my advice in quotes and riddles, wanting to one I tell to think through it instead of giving them the answer straight forward. Nothing ever comes easy. I am not the forgiving type, I hardly give second chances unless one truly deserves it in my eyes. It takes a moment to forgive but it takes a lifetime to forget. We easily forgive without even knowing it, but that one memory, that one moment they betrayed us will always stay deep within our mind. No matter what memories stay and sometimes they aren't friendly.

I was born in a late spring night with my sister Promise Broken and my brother Noble Soldier. Every morning we would always hear yelling although we never knew who the voices belonged to or why they were yelling. When we were all a month old I was playing outside with my brother Noble and my sister Promise when I heard growling and whimpering. I left my siblings to check it out and well to say it my so called father Ace was attacking my mother Whisper. She was badly wounded with scars and blood everywhere around her. I hid and Ace stormed off and went after my siblings who were still playing and unaware of what was happening. I followed Ace quietly and saw him grab Noble by the scruff and take him away. A few days later while I was in the den with Promise and my mother Whisper, a gray colored wolf came along who went by the name of Alcatraz. I find out that he was Whisper's brother and let's just say he took me away from my mother and she did nothing about it. I struggled against his grip but everything I tried was no good and I watched as I was carried away from Promise, the only family I had left that cared about me. I stood with Alcatraz for about a year, a year of hard training and brutal truth. Being around Alcatraz I learned that he had took me away from Whisper so that he can train me to be a great fighter and to be prepared for something, but he never told me what. Alcatraz left me leave and so I did, traveling as a lone wolf was mild difficult but I learned. Fighting constantly with other wolves over territory and prey. One evening as I was doing my daily rounds on scouting the territory I had claimed for awhile I saw a familiar looking black and golden creamed colored wolf, which turned out to be Noble. He had grown different over the years more selfish, conceited to shorten words he was just like Ace. We fought almost everyday, finding out ourselves that this was why we were trained. Alcatraz and Ace had always been rivals so they decided to settle it by making Ace's two sons fight resulting in Noble and I. Noble making a cheap shot during one fight latched himself onto me and bit down close to my eyes and dug his fangs deep into my skin until he reached my muzzle. I tossed him off and he left. The next day I went looking for him, but to find out that he had been mauled by a bear. It wasn't long before I abandoned the territory and left, leaving the barren place behind but carrying the memory and scar with me.

I have never seen much into the subject of love nor ever thought of having a mate, but I would like to have pups someday. I don't see much for the reason of love as some use it as a upperhand towards us, but I've seen what it can do I can tell you that I yearn for that feeling, but have never came across it with a female. It will be foreign to me I'm aware of that, but I await for when one comes across and finds their way into my heart, to love the beast with many scars and flaws. That will be the day that the shackles fall and the redemption arrives.

Some things that I like is obviously being alone, I enjoy the peacefuly silence that dwindles in the air, the calming aura of nature around you. I like nature, everything is natural around you. Mother Nature knows when to stop and when to destroy. I also have a strange attraction to thunder storms, don't ask why but I like the booming and crackling sounds of the the thunder and lightning. Storms are in the sky but what else I like gazing up there are the stars, so many out there that we aren't even aware of. It's like no other.

What I dislike would have to be distrubed peaceful silence, I don't understand why people can't take a chance to sit still and listen. I also tend to dislike jealousy, there's no point to it to me as the only thing you will hurt is yourself, the one you are using, and the one you want to get jealous. I don't like having to show my emotions and showing weakness, there's no telling what could happen with one give away. I tend to not take a very good liking towards brutes that are conceited, faes that throw themselves and mostly know it alls. I also don't like when one complains, I'm silently pleading in my mind for you to shut up, but I don't want to be rude so I stay quiet.

Ah fears, the things that prevent everybody from being in peace. One major fear of mine is people betraying my trust, I fear that they will stab me in the back and leave me there to rot. When I give you my trust I'm giving you a part of me and once you betray me, you rip that part of me to shreds. I guess which leads to my trust issues. Being in small tight spaces is another one of my fears, I panic when I'm locked in a tight room and I get this hollow feeling in my stomach. Not being able to read someone through their eyes or body language, it frightens me beyond belief. When I can't interpret someone, I feel lost and helpless. Reading them helps me understand without words and when I can't do that, I panic. Death. The most common fear among all. Yes I fear death just as much as anybody, I know that it's going to come one day but I can't help but fear that very day that it will arrive.

I live the life of solitude and accompanied only by one, therefore I hold the name of being a loner





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I'm not searching the sky for a reason to live
Cause I found beauty right here and found the
passion to give. So let me give you my heart,
let me give you my tears, let me give you my life,
let me give me you my fears


Hello there, it's nice to see a new face. My name is Shattered Truth though you can call me True as it is shorter. I don't know where I got my name, all I know is that my big brother gave it to me when he found me. He probably came up with it because all that I speak is the truth and I guess sometimes you can say that it shatters others when they hear it. Maybe that's why everybody tells a lie, to protect those they care about but in the end isn't it going to hurt them more when they find out on their own? Well that's what I think and that is why I always tell the truth. Like for instance I am in fact a female and I will never be a male. Is it weird to imagine at times how it would be to be a male? I like being a female but I can't help but wonder. Oh, sorry I'm getting off topic, one last thing is that I am five months old. Yup I'm bigger and stronger than any other pup.

True is a smaller than average Tundra wolf which explains as why she is known as a runt. Her coat is one that appears to be a grayish white but is actually a sleek silver tainted with streaks of raven black on her back and chest. Her ears are also streaked away from the silver with a light chestnut brown coloring the fur and along the crown of her head, slightly spiking up which always refuses to go down except when it's wet. Her eyes are startling bright amber that simply hypnotizes anybody but this pup is blessed with her curse. The amber orbs are clouded over with a thin white sheen that signifies her blindness. Although the small wolf doesn't let that stop her. Lastly True's paws appear to be muddy but that is actually her fur with different colors varying from a light gray to a cole black.

Much like most pups her age True is very energetic and curious, not being able to stand still for more than ten seconds. She is always bounding with energy and found wandering about despite her disability. Her blindness doesn't seem to stop her exploring time in fact it makes her progress even more to explore and scent out what is out there that she can't see. She loves guessing what an object is by using her other senses and her and her older brother called this, the 'senses game' where the little pup uses all her four senses to figure out what the object is. For someone her age True is very wise and can understand things most pups wouldn't. She can't stand to hear others fighting so when she encounters two dogs having an argument this pup would get in between and demand to know what is happening. She will listen to both stories and resolve to compromising to make everyone happy and offer advice to them to aid them in the mere future. This blind pup is also empathetic and if she is close to someone that is sad or crying she would do her best to comfort them and whimper with them, even shed a tear or two. With being empathetic she is also very readable with her expressions, not being able to hide them well unlike her brother White Fang. Anybody could take a glance at her and know how she is feeling and this is what she hates. She hates being vulnerable and others taking pity on her and with her being sightless just makes it worse. Everyone has a dark side to them and sadly enough so does this pup. True is very deceiving and very manipulative, having the ability to smooth talk to anyone to get what she wants or easily believe her. Luring dogs into telling her their deepest darkest secrets, ones they will never tell anyone is her specialty and even though she doesn't like it she will do it f necessary. Everyone thinks that she is gullible and naïve just because she is young but True does everything to prove them wrong, deceiving being it if she has to. She is also very vicious and aggressive when provoked or her brother is being threatened or someone she cares about. She will stop at nothing to ensure the safety of her loved ones and you bet this little one has a temper. Being stubborn is her specialty and no one can ever make her change her mind once she is dead set on something, not even White Fang. At ease with others Shattered Truth will be her original self and be bounding and leaping around though never get on her bad side as this pup has flaws and isn't afraid to show them.


There is always one out there that has a rough life and nothing ever comes easy to them. Sadly True had fallen victim to becoming one of those. Truth was born into a litter of five, her mother being a pack wolf and her father being a loner that would sneak into the territory now and then to visit the pups. Being the soul silver pup True was isolated away from her siblings by her mother, the small pup being blind becoming the breaking point. Her mother went as far to refusing to feed her and would snap or growl at her every time she tried to eat. The Alphas did nothing to help as they figured with her being blind there was no hope for her survival. With her mother refusing to feed and her and even taking her out of the comfort of the den and out into the cold night it was prone that the pup would die either way, if it was to be by starvation or coldness. Over time a miracle occurred and True was able to survive, no one having a clue on how. She spent time playing around with her brothers and sister after they realized she wasn't so bad and even guided her through some obstacles when she was learning to adapt with her disability. Her mom watched from a distance with disgrace towards True and had enough when she stared to fit in. In the evening her mother forced to her father to take True and leave her out in the woods far from the territory. With slight hesitation and with a tad of convincing her dad gave in and took the small pup when he left. Walking a good few miles away from the land, he left her in a clearing and with a muttered sorry and lick he walked away without a second glance. True stood in the clearing with confusion and started whimpering and crying, pleading for her father to come back. Hours of whimpering and howling with no response the little pup gave up and laid down where she stood, sniffling now and then before curling into a ball to convert herself into solitude. It was moments before she felt a thundering sound beneath her, ears pricking up in high alert. Raising up her head True shook in fear and backed away as the thundering came closer and closer until she could practically smell whoever or whatever it was close to her. With the scent it was clearly another wolf and a large one at that with the thundering steps it made when it walked. She whimpered until the wolf lightly nudged her and muttered soothing words to her, telling her everything was going to be alright. The large brute took her in and provided everything for her, True learning everything about him over time and his name, White Fang. It wasn't long before the two became close and she proclaimed the canis lupus her big brother.

True is barely a pup so she sees no rush into the subject of love and when she is old enough she knows that White Fang would go into full guard mode. Most likely go as far as keeping her away from every male in sight. Though the way she looks at it now she sees love as something others use as a leverage to make others do things for them. Much like her brother she doesn't believe in love and it would take a lot for someone to make that fairytale dream come back to life once she gets older. All she would need is a little push into the right direction. Although she does have doubts that anyone would love her, insecurities get in the way and she is taken to the wrong route by them. Like before it is going to take mounts of patience to get this girl to believe.

There are many things this pup takes a liking to and exploring would be at the top of the list. If she would to enter a new territory she knows she will be staying in for awhile, True would do everything in her power to explore and memorize every little inch. She also loves water and would splash around all day in it if she was allowed to, thus when it rains is when you see True jumping around and playing in the puddles. She takes a liking to nature thanks to her brother and pawing around with a leaf if she finds one. She can easily get distracted so anything she can play with is what True will take a liking to. This pup is nocturnal and would stay up all night just to listen to the crickets chirp so the night is a must for her. A little rebel she is and she loves disobeying and would do the exact opposite of what you tell her.

There are few things True doesn't like and here they are. She can't stand utter silence and would do anything to get noise going. Thunder storms are her weakness and she will shield herself in White Fang's thick fur until the storm is over. Others who look down on or pity her for her blindness sets her off and your ear would be talked off if a word was spoken. Lying irritates True beyond belief and she will bark and bother until you tell the truth. Wolves who think they are superior to others despite the ranking and not equal is a major disliking of the little wolf and nothing will stop her until she knows you see others as equal to you.

I always stand by my brother and as long as he remains a loner then so will I
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•Name•Ryder. Likes The Nickname Rye.
•Gender•Brute.
•Age•3 1/2 Years Of Age.
•Rank•Security Wolf.


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•History•Ryder was born in the Spring, as all the pups are, he was an only pup but his parents didn't care at all about that. They were just happy to have a family and that Ryder was healthy. Ryder's birth had been hard on his mother and she never did have anymore pups after him, so to his parents Ryder was everything. He never lacked for love and he vowed to have a love like his parents had. From the start Ryder was much like his father, but he looked very much like his mother. Ryder always wanted to be a Security Wolf like his father and when he was old enough to be trained the Alpha granted his request and had Ryder's father train him in everything a Security Wolf did. When Ryder did become a Security Wolf both his parents were very proud of him. As The Mating Moon drew closer Ryder couldn't help but notice one fea who had truly caught his eye. He wanted a family, wanted his parents to see his pups, maybe even train his pups with his own father. Having lots of grand ideas Ryder got to know the sweet fea who was the daughter of the Beta, her name was Luna. Ryder knew she was the one and didn't bother at all to think ether of them were to young to feel such a love, he was a year and half now after all. Though eager to start a family both Luna and Ryder agreed to wait till next Winter before they started their family. As Winter drew near again his mother caught a sickness that could not be cured and died not long before the first blizzard. From there Ryder's life took a terrible turn, Luna left him for another brute who had stolen her away when he had been looking after his mother. Ryder was sort of a ghost after that, he only did his job and never talked or hung out with anyone. His heart was broken, how could Luna have done this? Hadn't she loved him? Slowly his heart started turning to stone, until his father came to him and reminded him of what love really was, he told him to keep his heart and mind open, to not turn into a cold hearted brute. The next day his father fatally injured in a fight with a Loner. Ryder's father made him promise not to give up on love, Blizzard made his son promise to find a mate and start the family he deserved. Ryder reluctantly agreed and his father smiled saying Ryder would find the right one this time around. Not wanting to disappoint his father or break his last wishes Ryder is determined to find a mate, but this time he isn't looking for love, just someone who needs him and wont leave him for the next best thing.
•Personality•Ryder is a fairly nice brute who likes to treat everyone fairly, however it is rather hard to treat everyone fairly when you can be punished for treating Omega's fairly. So Ryder tends to stay away from them and ignore them as much as he can. Ryder is very quite until he gets to know you, once he gets to know you Ryder loves making jokes and laughing. While he is sure he will never love anyone again after Luna, he has not let it make him stone and he freely talks with everyone he meets. Ryder was a very flirty brute when he was younger but has grown quite and none talkative since then and hardly cares if a fea likes him or not. Ryder can be very protective of the ones he cares about, and he is very loyal to his pack and friends. If you are lucky enough to become a friend of Ryder's he will do anything for you. Ryder is also very truthful and will always tell you the truth as long as you want to hear it. Ryder loves pups and enjoys playing with the young wolves and getting them to laugh and enjoy themselves. He is only ever himself when he is around pups. In short Ryder is quite and very strong. He is loyal, protective and always tells the truth.
•Family•Father-Blizzard. Former Security Wolf. Dead.
Mother-Lily. Former Hunter. Dead


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•Crush•None.
•Mate•Nope
•Pups•Not Yet.


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•Name•AnnaBeth. Likes The Nickname Beth.
•Gender•Fea.
•Age•2 Years Of Age.
•Rank•Hunter.


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•History•AnnaBeth was born to two loners who never saw fit to join a pack, in fact they seemed determined to find a pack to take over. This would later prove fatal for her parents, but more on that later. AnnaBeth had a sister called Libby. Libby was just a few minutes younger then AnnaBeth and the two were closer as ever. Libby and AnnaBeth did everything together, they played, they talked, and they hunted together. But while Libby did everything her parents asked and wanted to make them happy AnnaBeth didn't think her parents were right on many things and often went against them. Thus making Libby their favorite, they often treated AnnaBeth harshly. Nether parents ever taught the two fea pups any sort of hunting, they knew fighting well enough but there is a fine line between hunting and fighting. Often their parents left both AnnaBeth and Libby alone while they looked for a pack to attack. At 6 months old AnnaBeth started watching her parents when they did hunt and by 7 months she was fairly good at catching small rabbits or mice. When AnnaBeth and Libby were 10 months old their parents decided to attack the close by wolf pack. AnnaBeth, who as you know had never been good at obeying her parents and refused, but Libby, sweet obedient Libby, fallowed her parents. The attack on the close by pack failed horribly and all 3 were killed. AnnaBeth morned many months for the loss of her sister, she did feel sad about her parents death but they had never really loved her, so she had to admit her heart was not broken at their passing. But of course she missed her sister terribly. For 2 months AnnaBeth roamed around the frozen land not really looking for anything. Anyone who would have seen her would have said she looked to be in another world. AnnaBeth not exactly here, in this world, but not exactly lost to it ether. Then one day she was caught in a blizzard, tired, cold and hungry she collapsed in the snow and blacked out. She faintly remembers waking a little and the feeling of being dragged, but she isn't sure as she blacked out again. Next thing she knew she was waking up in a cozy little den, she heard voices and turned to look at two strange wolves. They were not exactly mean to her once they saw she was awake but nether were they nice. She later found it was a pack, the pack her parents had attacked. She started out an Omega and after a year worked her way to Hunter. She has never told the pack her parents had attacked them before and she dos not plan to for fear they may use it against her and banish her. For now life is good and she plans to keep it that way.
•Personality•As a young wolf AnnaBeth was a rebel, at least in some ways. Anytime her parents wanted her to do something she ether took her time doing it or didn't do it at all. She was always doing something different from anyone else and the only other wolf who understood her was her sister, Libby. She did try to be good, but she always asked questions and wondered why her parents did what they did. Her parents often found ways to punish her when she asked to many questions or asked why one time to many. This just made her all the more stubborn though and sort of back fired on her parents. AnnaBeth often talked back, yelled and fought with her parents and any wolves her parents brought over to their hide out in the woods. This was not truly her personality though, for when treated kindly and with respect AnnaBeth is a joy to know, she loves with all her heart, she laughs at strange and silly things and she talks to everyone. She protects those she loves fiercely and can normally cheer up anyone. She is as loyal as they get and will do anything for the pack, and I do mean anything. She is still very stubborn, and can get into fights when pushed to far. She enjoys sleeping in late, swimming, fishing and when no one is watching she will sometimes chase her tail till her sides hurt from laughing. All in all she is a fun wolf with a stubborn mind and a quick smile.
•Family•Father-Avalanche. Former Hunter. Dead.
Mother-Corie. Former Delta. Dead.
Sister-Libby. Former Pup. Dead.


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•Crush•Nope.
•Mate•No.
•Pups•None.



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Postby Reckless Love » Sun Dec 22, 2013 4:54 pm

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The Blueprint wrote:⚔N a m e.⚔
    Dage
⚔A g e.⚔
    Adult
⚔G e n d e r.⚔
    Brute

My mother had died during labor. It was devastating to my father who had loved her more than anything. Naturally I don't remember much about her seeing as I had barely been breathing on my own for more than a few minutes before she passed. Anyways, my litter was 3 strong. I was the runt of the litter and the moment my mother saw me, she muttered a name softly. "Dage." She passed away before she could name my siblings and my poor distraught father was left to name my brothers. Of course, this was a long time ago now. I have long since grown into a strong and healthy adult brute. Honestly, the idea that one would think me a fae is just ridiculous because I am the opposite of feminine.


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The Blueprint wrote:⚔R a n k.⚔
    Security Wolf
⚔P e r s o n a l i t y.⚔
    ▶ Calculating
    ▶ Quiet
    ▶ Observant
    ▶ Respectful
    ▶ Violent
    ▶ Protective
    ▶ Short-fused
    ▶ Afraid of love


I've always been a tough kind of fellow; I grew up with two older brothers who, until I reached young adult hood, were always larger than me. So naturally I learned how to defend myself pretty well from attackers and I learned how to fight; practicing with my brother all day everyday until we were the best fighters in our pack. But after that day wiped my family out, I decided I should find a new home because that place had too many harsh memories. I gathered my courage and headed out to find another camp, learning along the way from rouge encounters that I was a much better fighter than I had anticipated. Especially in a life threatening situation. So I came here, and earned myself a rank as a Security wolf.

Growing up, Dage wasn't the loudest or the most ambitious because being the smallest, he tried his hardest not to draw attention to himself like his brothers had. Instead he became quiet and calculating. He is very observant and likes to pick out an enemies weaknesses before he attempted battle with them. His independence and lack to say how he feels can lead others to believe that he is, for lack of a better word, sour. It might make others feel that he believes himself to be above them when he doesn't. He knows where he stands in the ranks and while he has the metal and moral capacity to be a beta, and maybe even an alpha, he has no desire to be either of those. He likes being in the middle and being a position where there is always a chance for a fight. White Dage despises losing, he can appreciate a strong wolf when he see's one and won't shy away from acknowledging defeat. He's loyal and protective and shows great respect for his superiors, even when he dislikes them. Sometimes though, his short temper gets the better of him and he lets something slip out that he shouldn't have. It's been a problem ever since he was a pup.


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The Blueprint wrote:⚔A p p e a r a n c e.⚔
    ▶ Storm cloud colored pelt with blacks and greys
    ▶ Large, Muscled, and powerful
    ▶ Brightly colored Orange/Amber eyes
⚔H i s t o r y.⚔
    ▶ Mother died right after birth of him and his two brothers
    ▶ Their father became depressed
    ▶ The three brothers became excellent fighters
    ▶ A rouge attacked their pack and killed a majority of it, including
    their father
    ▶ Suffering from nightmares and flashbacks, he wanted to leave
    with his brothers
    ▶ After they refused to leave with him, Dage attempted to deal
    with his dreams
    ▶ Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and left the pack
    ▶ Lived as a loner for a while and fought rouges to survive
    ▶ Found this pack and decided to make it his new permanent home
    ▶ Suffers from abandonment issues and is now afraid to open his heart



Despite having been the runt of the litter and spending a great deal of time as the smallest, during his young adult hood Dage grew noticeably. He somehow managed to become the largest out of him and his brothers but he never bragged about it. Dage is a very darkly colored wolf, while his fur isn't pitch black like the night is does very much resemble the color of a storm cloud. His pelt is a series of blacks, dark greys, light greys, and a small amount of white. The combination gives him an interesting coloring that allows him to blend in with the forest, especially at night, but not stand out like other black wolves might. He is muscled and powerful but like with his brothers, he doesn't brag. He has orangeish amber eyes that stand out in stark contrast to his pelt.

Like it was said previously, Dage's mother died giving birth to him and his two brothers. His father did his best to raise them but they all knew he was never the same after their mothers, Khalyas, death. He was distant and quiet and didn't do much in the way to teaching or discipline. The boys might have died had it not been for the help and support from the rest of the pack. Throughout all of this, he and his brothers were training hard to perfect their fighting skills. Pushing each other to do better. Not long after Dage went through his massive growth spurt, did a pack of rouges attack. Their father didn't even fight back when the scraggly rouge ripped his through out right in front of his sons. The three boys fought their hardest to defend the rest of the pack and eventually they managed to drive away the offenders, though not before the attack claimed the lives of over half of their pack. Bodies were everywhere and it was just too much for Dage.

He approached his brothers with the idea of leaving the pack and finding another one. One that wasn't tainted with so much pain and horrible memories, where they could start fresh. His brothers refused and not wanting to leave them behind, Dage stayed for another few months before the nightmares became too much to bury and he told them he was leaving. They let him know that they understood his need to get away but would not be going with him. Fighting his instincts to stay in his home, he said his goodbyes, and left. After living as a loner for another few months, fighting off a number of rouges and even killing some, he found this pack and decided to make a home out of it. He misses his brothers but is haunted by the fact that everyone he loves abandoned him. His mother, though unintentional, left him. His father didn't even fight to stay with him, and his brothers denied him their company asking that he suffer so that they may stay where they are happy. Everyone he loves put him last and he's terrified of opening his heart and allowing the opportunity for abandonment to break him again. So he doesn't. He wonder's what happened to his brothers. Guess he'll never know.


{ { Hint: I will be making his two brothers later because their own life paths will lead them to this same pack.
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[All accepted :3 I decided to accept three more users, since there are seven including me plus someone who PMed me and I don't have the heart to say no :c So instead of a limit of five roleplayers I'm making an exception and letting eight. I hope that's not a problem with anyone ^^ Also, I just want to let you all know that I have changed the title to "closed." It doesn't mean the RP is shutting down, I just want others not part of the roleplay to know that we're not accepting any more users. If anyone has any questions let me know, we will be starting soon. Also please check the first post and make sure I got your character's info right, I may have messed up.]
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