ａ ｄａｎｇｅｒｏｕｓ ｈｏｐｅ | ʷᵒᶫᶠ ʳᵖ ; ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦᶰᵍ

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ｔｈｉｓ ｈｏｐｅ ｉｓ ｔｒｅａｃｈｅｒｏｕｓ,
--------------ｔｈｉｓ ｄａｙｄｒｅａｍ ｉｓ ｄａｎｇｅｒｏｕｓ.
Nothing has been the same since the other pack came around, even
though it came quite some time ago. No longer is there peace,
harmony, and plentiful prey. There's disputes, hurt, despair,
betrayal, and a constant battle for food. A constant battle for
survival. No one is safe. Besides the constant fight to stay alive,
there's feelings too. Feelings like hate, fear, jealousy, and
perhaps the most dangerous feeling, love. Love changes a
person. With all the chaos and tensity between the two feuding
packs, all anyone wants is the hope for happiness...is that too
much to ask?
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[fearless;]

ｌｏｏｋ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｓｔａｒｓ...
........ｌｏｏｋ ｈｏｗ ｔｈｅｙ ｓｈｉｎｅ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ.

ｒｏｌｅｐｌａｙ ｒｕｌｅｓ
- tess's rules apply, this one is pretty self explanatory. if you haven't read them, go do so and come back after.
- with all these rules, its a "3 strikes, you're out" kind of thing.
- this is semi-lit, meaning at least 4 lines per post. proper grammar as well. example of what not to do: "sarah smiled and said your funny." it's not that difficult, if you can't do at least that, don't look for roleplays to join in the advanced section.
- pretty posts please. doesn't have to be anything fancy, just shrinking the text a bit and adding some color or a header will do.
- please post at least 2-3 times a week, or i'll take you out of the rp.
- absolutely no perfect characters. Everyone has flaws.
- drama is encouraged, as long as it's in character and not ooc.
- I will not provide me a form; create your own. it can show me how literate you are. please do NOT complain or object if I tell you that I don't think you're literate enough.

ｐａｃｋ ｒｕｌｅｓ
- obey the alpha(s) under all circumstances.
- hunt for the pack, not yourself.
- do not associate with wolves from the opposing pack.
- pups, elders, and faes that are expecting pups eat first.
- obey higher ranks.

[fearless;]

Ａｔｏｈｉ Ｐａｃｋ
The Atohi Pack were the first ones in the now-shared territory. The border between their land and the Sahale pack's land is the lake, although some may call it just a pond. Their land is full of grass, trees, waterfalls, and streams. Their camp is a clearing by a waterfall. Most dens are small nooks on the sides and behind the water.

ＡＬＰＨＡ ＭＡＬＥ » Koda { dreamer;
ＡＬＰＨＡ ＦＥＭＡＬＥ »

ＢＥＴＡ ＭＡＬＥ » Fletcher { Talin
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ＬＥＡＤ ＦＩＧＨＴＥＲ »
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ＬＥＡＤ ＨＵＮＴＥＲ »
ＨＵＮＴＥＲＳ »

ＰＵＰＳ »

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Dakota { dreamer;

Ｓａｈａｌｅ Ｐａｃｋ

The Sahale pack (pronounced suh-ha-leh) was formed nearly a year
ago and claimed the territory on the opposite side of the lake from
the Atohi pack. Their territory contains many meadows and small
mountains. Their main sources of water are the lake and a small
stream running through a mountain. Their camp is a small valley
between two mountains. Their dens are in the sides of the mountains.

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ＡＬＰＨＡ ＦＥＭＡＬＥ » reserved

ＢＥＴＡ ＭＡＬＥ » Atlas { {Percy Jackson }
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ＬＥＡＤ ＦＩＧＨＴＥＲ »
ＦＩＧＨＴＥＲＳ »
Blaze { dreamer;

ＬＥＡＤ ＨＵＮＴＥＲ »
ＨＵＮＴＥＲＳ »
Akira { dreamer;

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ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓｈｉｐｓ

ｕｐｄａｔｅｓ/ｎｅｗｓ

name > name = one likes the other

01/01/14 - rp opens & begins accepting.

name >< name = they like each other
name ❥ name = mates
name <> name = enemies
name x name = previously mates

none yet

[fearless;]

ｋｏｄａ

that soft-eyed brute.

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ｎａｍｅ ♔ My name is Koda, meaning
'friend' in Native American.

ａｇｅ ♔ I'm somewhere around 4 years old.

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ♔ I am a brute. Obviously. 100% male.
I was born with brute parts, I will die with brute
parts, simple as that, let's not get into any detail
please.

ｒａｎｋ ♔ Alpha of Atohi

I am a larger wolf in size, measuring somewhere around thirty inches high at the shoulder. I have a long, bushy tail and a fairly thick coat. I have large paws and my ears tend to fold back often. My pelt is naturally snow white, though its not easy to keep clean and is often stained with mud or dirt. When its clean, its a shiny white sheen, soft and silky. My fur is quite long and fluffy. My eyes are my most distinctive feature, I believe. They're a bright, golden amber color, which stands out against my white pelt. The pads of my paws are light gray and I have pinkish white claws. My body is built very strongly and muscular. I have framed shoulders and strong haunches, thick with muscle.

I'm really not the best person to describe myself because I hardly know who I am. But I will try my hardest. I'm quiet, and shy, but also friendly. I get nervous around new people. I'm honest, and loyal, and no matter what the situation is, I will be real with you. I never try to be something I'm not. I refuse to do things that don't come naturally to me. I don't know, I'm weird. I love to run around and play games, although I'm far from immature. I take things seriously but I know when to let lose and have fun. Honestly, I am not the most handsome or attractive brute you'll ever meet, but I will try my best to be kind to you and bring a smile to your face if you're down. I don't like to see others sad. I'm someone who's kind and caring, I've been told I'm a good friend. I'm sweet and really do care about other people's feelings. I want to be the kind of guy that you would always go to if you were sad.

Though there are many sweet, good boy parts about me, I have a dangerous side as well. If you mess with my family or friends or mate if I have one, then I really have no mercy. I will go off on you. I'm not someone who will feel bad for you if you've hurt someone I love. I could care less if I slash your ear through, it will teach you a lesson. I am strong and smart, and cunning. I am a fighter because I learned at a young age that protecting myself and my family is my first priority. Forget about everything else if you have to - protect the ones you love. I am vicious and fierce in battle, though I don't kill unless I must. I aim to injure the opponent so they can't fight back, and I get what I want. If they think I'll rip their throat open, then they're sure to give me what I'm looking for. I know that I'm not the best person out there, which grounds me. I'm very open and considering to criticism. I won't take it personally.

My history really wasn't all that bad for a while. I was born in a pack. The Eastern Pack, to be specific. I was quite happy. My family loved me dearly, just as I loved them. Let's talk about them, shall we? We'll start with my father. His name was Bay. He taught me everything I know as a fighter. He was kind and loving, strong and protective. I looked up to him, and I knew he was proud of me. He was a big, muscular white wolf, similar to myself in many ways. His eyes were the only difference. My eyes are an amber-ish brown color, while his eyes are a grayish blue. But other than the color of my eyes, I resemble my father in many ways. Words can not describe how much I miss him..and my mother. Oh, my mother..her name was Daedra. It was a strange name but it suited her. How so, I can not tell you. She was a slender but not small sandy brown fae with amber eyes..I have my mother's eyes. She was so king and caring, loving, sweet, nurturing, gentle, every good quality you could have in a mother. She took care of me and always put me before herself. I miss her so. Now, I didn't have any siblings. My sister died during the birthing process, which is tragic really, but I didn't know her so it wasn't very sad.

The pack we lived in was happy and peaceful, no war, no violence, nothing. We were content, until the fire happened. Big red flames lapped at the once-green grass and spread through camp like crazy. My parents immediately found me and got me out. So we were left alone. My father, my mother and I. No more Eastern pack. We were alone. I was only 6 months old. It was alright. For a while at least.

Then the group of loners came, in midwinter. There were five of them and they were terrible...I watched my own parents get slaughtered, brutally murdered in front of my own eyes at such a young age. I was small and utterly helpless, unable to save my own parents whom I loved so much. I was terrified. Now the only reason they didn't slit my throat and rip my body into shreds was because they didn't see me. It was winter and my pure white coat blended into the soft snow as I hid behind a huge, fat tree. I couldn't stay there, I couldn't stay and live with the bloody lifeless bodies of the two people I truly loved and cared for. I needed to find a pack or even kind loners, because I couldn't survive on my own as a six month old pup. I wandered and wandered until I finally found the pack that treated me well. That pack was Atohi.

ａｋｉｒａ

the wild one.

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ｎａｍｅ ♔ my name is akira, which
means 'morning sun'.

ａｇｅ ♔ let's see, I'd say I'm somewhere
near three years old.

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ♔ what kind of a question is
that? I'm a fae.

ｒａｎｋ ♔ I am a hunter for Sahale pack.

I'll tell you a bit about myself so we can get to know each other. First off, my appearance. I am a good medium size - somewhere around twenty five inches tall. Not too big, not too small, which is decent. I'm quite slender and light, weighing roughly eighty five pounds. The base color of my pelt is dark gray, but it's mixed with streaks of tawny, brown, white, and black. Occasionally, my coat appears to be a brownish color, but only in certain lights. My eyes are hazel; usually golden brown with green flecks, but they change color from time to time. My fur is a medium length, though a bit more on the shorter side. I have a quite feathery tail and the pads of my small delicate paws are a shade of pale gray. I have a slim and lightweight body build, good for hunting, jumping, and running. I can fight also, but given my small and thin body, my best advantage in battle is dodging my opponents blows, and simply being cunning. My shoulders are narrow as well and I just have a small delicate body all together. There is a fine layer of muscle tissue under the soft exterior though - don't get me wrong. I'm not weak.

Moving onto my personality. I am adventurous. I'm quite curious and tend to get myself into trouble just out of simple curiosity, though I'm mature when I need to be....I'm protective over things. I always put my pack first. One thing I can say for sure about myself is that I'm loyal. My pack is my everything. They're my family. I protect them with my life. Nothing comes before family and the people I love. I am not easily impressed, but when I do fall, I fall hard. And fast. And there's no stopping it. It's a problem. I'm can be playful and flirty as well, but I try to never lead them on. If I don't want my heart to be messed with, why should I mess with anyone else's? If there's a rule I don't want to follow, I am not one to just go along with it. If there's not a good solid reason for the rule, why follow it?

I live life to the fullest. You could call me a wild child. I like to take risks. I don't really plan for the future. I would rather do something fun now and enjoy it than wait around for something else, because you never know what could happen. I love danger. I believe that bad decisions make the best memories. I've been told I'm quite fun to be around. I'm always laughing and thinking of things to do. I'm friendly and love to be around others. It's something that I'm proud of; I'm honestly not afraid of anything. It gets me into trouble but hey, what does it matter as long as I got a good laugh out of it? I do know when to be serious when I need to be though. I am good with pups, which is strange considering my rebellious nature. Pups are a dream of mine. I love being around them, because they're just little fur balls of laughter. I'm loving and nurturing toward pups, my mother instinct comes out. I love it. I like to play games and act like a young pup myself sometimes, I miss being little and not having a care in the world.

I get nervous often, though I'm very good at hiding it. I'm not the fae who will sob to a brute about how much she's fallen for him, no no. That's quite pathetic in my opinion. The brute needs to make the first move, or else nothing will happen. I would do it myself, I have the guts to, however, I think faes getting all over brutes is fairly gross. I want a brute who is funny and loyal, and someone I can truly trust.

My past? Oh. Way to get personal with me. Haha. Well, let's see. I was born to a gorgeous white fae..she was so kind to me, to all of us, however, she was killed. By a loner. Quite tragic, really. But I don't really think about her much anymore. She was gone before I turned one. Our father, let's see. He was a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy. He left us before our mother died. He was a big, dark gray brute with striking green eyes. He had a scar on his back leg that was in the shape of a crescent moon. I never worked up the nerve to ask him what it was from. So we were orphaned. My siblings and I somehow managed to survive..how we did so, I can not tell you. I myself wonder that same thing sometimes. I had two sisters and a brother. Bella, the beautiful one..snow-white fur and sparkling blue eyes. I was jealous of her. I shouldn't have been. She was my sister. But what can I say?..there was Lily, the tomboy..her name may sound girly but she was anything but that. Black as night, with green eyes...you'd never seen anything like her. Then there was Timber. Big, gray brute with amber eyes. He was kind. Protected me and my sisters with amazing courage.

We were like our own little pack, devoted to each other and surviving together. We were alone but we weren't lonely, you know? We had each other. We stayed by ourselves until we were all almost two years old. Then we split up. How?..oh yes. Humans. They tried to hunt us. Big, two-legged monsters with traps and these contraptions that looked like a string and an arrow. I'd never seen anything like it before. It was terrifying. We were going to die. We panicked and ran off, all in different directions..we couldn't find each other afterward. About a year later I found Bella..she was so glad to see me, as was I to see her. We stayed together for awhile..then one morning I woke up..she was just...gone. I'm almost certain my siblings are all dead, by now, though I don't like to think about it. I miss them all dearly though I haven't lost hope than one day I will see them again.

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Ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎ' ｉｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｅｙｅ ｓａｙｉｎ' ｗｅ ｃａｎ ｂｅａｔ ｔｈｉｓ .


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ｎａｍｅ - Blaze
ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅｓ - None
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ - Brute
ａｇｅ - Four years
ｒａｎｋ - Fighter of Sahale
ｃｒｕｓｈ - None
ｍａｔｅ - None
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Hello there, my name is Blaze. I don't really have any nicknames; my name is short enough. But feel free to make one up for me. I actually have no idea why my mother decided to name me Blaze. I don't have any distinctive markings or anything like that. But its okay, I think my name somehow suits me. I'm on the larger side for a brute. My body is muscular and toned. The base color of my coat is a tawny brown, but its mixed in with dark brown and gray streaks, creating a sandy color over all. My fur is a bit long, but not too long. My eye's are bright orange-ish amber. Well, let's get to know each other. I am...
ｅａｓｙ-ｇｏｉｎｇ I'm laid-back and chill. No, that doesn't mean I'm lazy because I'll work hard for what I want. I'm very relaxed and far from obnoxious.
ｐｌａｙｆｕｌ I love to have a good time and play like a puppy. I don't take things very seriously and I like to mess around. You could call me a jokester.
ａｗｋｗａｒｄ I'm not very smooth with others. Since I lived isolated from other wolves for such a long time, my social skills aren't exactly amazing. I'm often speechless, and don't have a clue what to say, at a loss for words. But I'm working on it.
ｄｏｍｉｎａｎｔ Because I was raised in a family where there were two big brutes and one little, skinny fae, I'm used to being top dog. I like to be in charge and hate obeying others, but I know I must listen to the alpha and give him the respect he deserves. After all, he earned his title as leader.
ｐｒｏｔｅｃｔｉｖｅ I am very protective and have a fatherly-like personality. My father always taught me to protect my little sister with my life since she was so small and thin. So now I feel obligated to protect the smaller and weaker members of my pack, and always put them before myself.

My past is about as interesting as a rock. I was born to a brown fae who died while giving birth. I don't remember her at all. My father raised me and my sister. He was a big gray brute, with brown eyes and giant white paws. He was a good father for the most part, though it must have been hard for him to raise my sister and I without our mother there. My sister was my best friend. Her name was Miakoda. Weird name, I know. My father told us that my mother always old him that she would name her firstborn daughter Miakoda - it means power of the moon in Native American. She was a small, fairly scrawny fae with sandy blonde fur, lighter than mine for sure. We always had fun together, and since we were loners, she was really the only one I could talk to. We did everything together. We lived with my father until we were about one and a half years old. Then, he left us to join a pack one day. We were capable of living on our own by then, and he was intent on joining. So he did. Miakoda and I didn't like the thought of change. It frightened us. We refused to join the pack. So it was just me and my sister. We were close to each other for siblings, but we began to drift apart. Started hunting alone, started sleeping alone... one morning I woke up and went about my business and she just wasn't there. I realized she wasn't going to be. So I was on my own for a while. It was alright, but boring, being alone. Life seemed to lose meaning, nothing was interesting. I needed to find something to live for. I got over my fear of change and decided I needed to find a pack to join.

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Ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｋｎｏｗ ｈｏｗ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ｙｏｕ ｍｉｓｓ . . .


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ｎａｍｅ - Dakota
ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅｓ - Kota
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ - Fae
ａｇｅ - Three years
ｒａｎｋ - Omega of Atohi
ｃｒｕｓｈ - None
ｍａｔｅ - None
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Hello there. My name is Dakota. It's Native American and it means 'the allies,' whatever the allies are. Haha.
Anyways, you can call me Kota, or feel free to make me a nickname I guess. I'm a medium-sized fae, with a petite, slim, build. My coat is sandy brown, with streaks of chocolate and blonde. My eyes are hazel. Very light brown with green flecks. Let me tell you what I'm like.
ｆｒｉｅｎｄｌｙ I like to meet new people. I'm very talkative and I'm really friends with everyone. I'm welcoming and hospitable. I'm not very bold, but I'll talk to you and be willing to get to know you.
ｌｏｙａｌ I'm someone that's trustworthy and I'll never leave your side. I won't be anything but true to you. I'm always being honest if I say, "I won't tell anyone." I know how it feels when someone breaks a promise, so I would never do so myself.
ｄｉｓｔｒｕｓｔｉｎｇ Just because I'm trustworthy doesn't mean I trust others. In the past, I've learned that it's hard to find someone won't be two-faced. Everyone's got their little secrets and it seems like nobody can keep one, unless its their own.
ｓｈｙ Can someone be both shy and friendly? Well, I am. I get nervous around others and I'm bad at confronting people. I get quiet and awkward. I'm far from fearless but I think that's partially a good thing. Never being scared can get you hurt, or in trouble.
ｃｕｎｎｉｎｇ Smart and crafty, I can say that. Since I'm very slender and built more for running, my best advantage in battle is being clever, and taking my opponent off guard. They expect to be able to swat me away with one paw, but I'm stronger than that. I may be slender but I'm toned with muscle.
ｓｗｉｆｔ I'm very fast. Quick and agile. I can jump quite high and even far. I'm also light on my feet. I'm better at hunting than anything else, except maybe a race.
Oh..my past? That's a difficult subject for me, but it's alright. I was born and grew up in a pack. I was the daughter of the alpha; the only daughter at that. I was the pride of the pack, loved and cherished. I lived the life that every member of the pack envied. Especially my cousin, Aylen, hated me for the power I'd inherited just simply by being born. Aylen plotted and patiently waited for a moment to strike. Meanwhile, unaware of my cousin's plans, I met a brute. A handsome, lovely brute and I quickly fell head over heels for him. He was tall and muscular, with sandy brown fur and the most mesmerizing green eyes. However, he was from a rival pack. Therefore we were forced to keep our fairytale love story a secret. I spent a majority of my days and sometimes even nights away from my pack, spending time with him. Then one day, we were talking about what would happen if I ever had his pups. I told Aylen about him and she swore to keep it a secret. The next day, our secret was out. My own cousin exposed us to the packs - both of them. Filled with shame and hurt pride, my father banned me, his own daughter, from the pack. My mate Aaron was banned as well, and we were forced to leave and never return. We made a long and tough journey but one day, Aaron cut his paw on a rock and limped for miles. Dinner time came and he couldn't hunt, so I left him to rest on the bank of a river while I left to catch food. When I returned some time later, I looked for my mate but at the spot where he'd been laying, I found that a large piece of the bank had crumbled away, seemingly taking Aaron with it. I never found his body. I searched and searched for days, but eventually filled with grief, I moved on. I found a new pack, and knew I must join it to move on from the one I loved. And I did.

[fearless;]

ＣＬＯＳＥＤ | ＯＰＥＮ

[fearless;]

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When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach so
She ran away in her sleep
And dreamed of
Para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
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When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
And the bullets catch in her teeth
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night
she'll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night
away she'd fly
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b a s i c s
name: ricci
nickname: none
gender: fea
age: four

p e r s o n a l i t y
good: thinker, strong hearted, brave
bad: rude, stubborn, short tempered
likes: battle, fighting, running
dislikes: hunting, swimming, snow
fears: fire
quirks: hates to see mess

l o o k s
fur: dark brown
eyes: amber
markings: none
scars: many

relationships
friends: hardly any
crush: none
mate: none
pups: none
rank: fighter
pack: atohi

[fearless;]

{{ joining/reserving with a female hunter of atohi.
if you would like me to make a male, just say so c:

{ you can make a male if you'd like but you don't need to (:

[Cakewalk]

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