тнe rιver (Open; New; Needs Members!)

[Eyrmia]

тaĸe мe down тo тнe rιver
waѕн тнe dιrт ғroм мy нandѕ
ι've вeen тravelιng ѕo long
ιn тнιѕ ғoreιgn land

You tried. You tried. You tried.
That's what you say to yourself over and over as you run. What are you running from? Your pack, of course. It's not the first pack you've left, not in the least. You've been running around this country for what seems like ages, finding a perfect pack, only to leave a few months later. Sometimes you find companionship, sometimes you even find love. You know the routine; find a pack, try to fit in, leave before they can chase you out. You don't know why they hate you, but you do know this: you will not allow anyone to ruin you again.
The Farasten Pack has the same mindset as you, but the question remains; will you join them, or will you fight them?

pleaѕe ғaтнer ғorgιve мe
ғor ι’ve loѕт мy way
ѕιn rυnѕ тнroυgн мy вody
тнere ιѕ poιѕon ιn мy veιnѕ

>> Introduction << | Rules | Archive

[Eyrmia]

>> Follow all CS rules.

>> Be respectful to others. I don't want this locked because someone couldn't agree with someone else.

>> No perfect characters. You can't dodge every time, you can't win every fight, okay?

>> Keep genders even. Please keep genders as even as possible. I don't want forty females and five males.

>> Use [{(--OOC--)}] when out of character. This keeps the roleplay tidier.

>> No OOC fighting. Once again, I don't want this to be locked because someone got in an argument.

>> Make your own forms. This shows your literary prowess and ability to create nice applications. They don't have to be perfect, but please at least include name, gender, rank, age, and a basic personality description.

>> This is a semi-literate roleplay. That means at least five sentences per post. I understand writer's block, but it cannot be an excuse every time.

>> I only hold reservations for 48 hours. That means two days. After that, the spot is opened up again.

>> Do not join the roleplay as a pup. This one is pretty self-explanatory. I do not want a bunch of puppies running around everywhere.

The River belongs to Deycfer Down
Roleplay belongs to Me (Shirana)
Images belong to Rightful Owners

Introduction | >> Rules << | Archive

[Eyrmia]

>> January 14th The thread was created.

>> January 14th n/a

>> Shirana

Name | Gender | Age | User

The Alpha is the main leader. He guides hunts and commands the pack.
Tegan (Te) | Male | 4 Years | V for Kiyoshi

The Alphess does not necessarily have to be the Alpha's mate, but she still helps lead the pack.
Akia | Female | 4 Years | Shirana

The Beta is the second-in-command, and is who leads when the Alphas are gone.
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The Subordinates are the other wolves in the pack. They hunt and fight for the pack.
Chīsai | Male | 10.3 Years | Fivefingers
Keon | Male | 1.8 Years | Fivefingers
Dō | Female | 3 Years | Fivefingers

The Pups are the young ones. They are precious, and must never be harmed.
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The Omega is the scapegoat, the one who is shunned. They get the worst duties.
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тaĸe мe down тнe rιver
ι’м a вroĸen мan
pυѕн мe down тo тнe вoттoм
waѕн мe ғroм wιтнιn
pυll мe υp ғroм тнe waтerѕ
ѕo ι can вreaтнe agaιn
тaĸe мe down тo тнe rιver, lord
wнere ιт all вegan

ѕнoυld’ve ĸnown ғroм тнe ѕтarт, lord
coυldn’т do ιт alone
ι тry; ι тry ѕo нard, yeaн
тo мaĸe тнιѕ place мy нoмe
ѕo, coмe redeмpтιon
pleaѕe ѕeт мe ғree
oн, нoly waтer now
coмe cover мe.

тaĸe мe down тнe rιver
ι’м a вroĸen мan
pυѕн мe down тo тнe вoттoм
waѕн мe ғroм wιтнιn
pυll мe υp ғroм тнe waтerѕ
ѕo ι can вreaтнe agaιn
тaĸe мe down тo тнe rιver, lord
wнere ιт all вegan

Introduction | Rules | >> Archive <<

[Eyrmia]

"Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies."

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every тιмe ι тry тo ғιgнт yoυ
ι alwayѕ end υp rιgнт вeѕιde yoυ
ѕтυcĸ ιn мy wayѕ
ιт'ѕ noт тoo laтe
all тнe waveѕ craѕн aroυnd мe
lιĸe all тнe lιттle noтeѕ yoυ leғт мe
ι'м noт тoo laтe
noт тoo laтe

ι'м noт alone
вυт ғeelιng cold
wιтн all тнe preѕѕυre
вυrnιng ιnѕιde мe

ι'м waѕтιng away
and ιт'ѕ all ι can тaĸe
ι'м ready тo cнange
ι'м noт gonna вreaĸ
ι'м waѕтιng away
and ιт'ѕ never тoo laтe
ι'м waѕтιng away
and ι'м noт gonna вreaĸ

тιred oғ waĸιng υp wιтнoυт yoυ
every ѕιngle day reмιndѕ мe
ιт'ѕ noт тoo laтe
ιт'ѕ noт тoo laтe
ι ғιnally ѕee wнaт'ѕ rιgнт вeнιnd мe
тнe ѕнadowѕ тнaт are тнere тo нaυnт мe
jυѕт ғade away
ιт'ѕ noт тoo laтe

ι'м noт alone
вυт ғeelιng cold
wιтн all тнe preѕѕυre
вυrnιng ιnѕιde мe

ι'м waѕтιng away
and ιт'ѕ all ι can тaĸe
ι'м ready тo cнange
ι'м noт gonna вreaĸ
ι'м waѕтιng away
and ιт'ѕ never тoo laтe
ι'м waѕтιng away
and ι'м noт gonna вreaĸ

Name Akia
Nicknames n/a
Gender Female
Age 4 Years (28 Wolf Years)
Pack Farasten

Fur black; flecked w/ white
Eyes amber
Height 30 in.
Weight 75 lbs
Miscellaneous small scar on flank

Orientation straight
Positive Personality Traits hardworking; tactical; loyal
Negative Personality Traits doesn't trust easily; hotheaded; speaks mind
Quirks n/a
Likes those who admit to their mistakes
Dislikes liars

Relatives n/a
Crush/Mate n/a
Pups n/a

Theme Song Wasting Away by Decyfer Down

Wasting Away belongs to Decyfer Down
Form Template belongs to Me (Shirana)
Character belongs to Me (Shirana)
Picture belongs to Rightful Owners

Body Description is WIP

[Eyrmia]

{We are now open! Feel free to post your forms now. You must wait to be accepted before you start roleplaying.}

[V for Kiyoshi]

If you don't want him to be the alpha, you can change his rank to whatever c: Also, if he is the alpha, I don't mind him being the mate to Akia or not. It's up to you. ]]

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Tegan
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Te
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Brute
ᴀɢᴇ: 4 years
ʀᴀɴᴋ: Alpha

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sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Tegan is a large wolf, with broad shoulders and muscles rippling beneath his skin. His fur is a mix of black, grey, and browns. He has brilliant hazel eyes that seem to stare to the core.
ғᴜʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Black, grey, and brown.
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Light hazel
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: Larger, thick skin and muscles.
ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 160ish pounds.
ᴅɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋs: N/A

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ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: When first speaking to Tegan, you'll instantly know a few things. One, he is reserved, and two, he is a wolf of few words. He has gone all through life knowing that if someone isn't going to listen, why waist your breath? He keeps to himself a lot, unless needed, and doesn't usually start up a conversation first. Tegan isn't going to snub you, though. If you ask a question, he will answer. If you invite him for a run, he would be more than glad to take you around the territory. He is also sort of secretive, not liking to share a whole lot with others, and he is very smart, knowing what to do in a lot of situations when put on the spot. He does care what others say, though, and always likes to play around with the other members of the pack.
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ: Tegan was born into the pack, but has no living blood relatives. His mother died soon after he first opened his eyes, and his father suffered a fatal blow to the skull on a hunt. He was also the only pup born to his parents, so he doesn't have any blood siblings. Even though he has no blood siblings, he does consider all the members of the pack his family. Saying that, he would do anything for the pack, seeing is that they are all he has.

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ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Amara
ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: Dante
sɪʙʟɪɴɢs: N/A

[Eyrmia]

{ You are accepted! I will add you soon, but I'm a little busy. We'll start the roleplay once we get a few more members. }

[V for Kiyoshi]

{ You are accepted! I will add you soon, but I'm a little busy. We'll start the roleplay once we get a few more members. }

Thanks ^-^ Bump! ]]

[Eyrmia]

{ He's up! ^^ }

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"Ｉ ＷＡＳ ＭＡＤＥ ＴＯ ＢＥＬＩＥＶＥ ＴＨＥＲＥ'Ｓ
ＳＯＭＥＴＨＩＮＧ ＷＲＯＮＧ ＷＩＴＨ ＭＥ"

Scars are something that tell stories, a mark of a heroic past, filled with arduous battles and egregious wounds. Some would say differently. The denser wolves would tell you that scars are a mark of the weak wolf. That beauty is the trait that puts you above the others. Beauty is nothing, and the wolves who believe it to be something special have their heads in the clouds. My scars come from a multitude of events that occurred throughout my past, from battles with mountain cats to the swift strike of a wolf. They do not mean I'm weak or that I fail. They mean they I have learned from the mistakes I made and have become an even better fighter for it. They mean that I know true pain and have endured through it. They mean that I am a fighter.

And a fighter I am. I have been since I was born. The runt of the litter, the smallest of my mother's six pups, and the one that was not thought fit for survival. My father begged my mother to let him throw me out into the snow, to let me die before she had wasted her energy on the runt. But she was kindhearted and just and gave me all the chances she could. Wanting my to grow to be beautiful, she named me Ederra. Soon, she realized the mistake in naming me such a feminine thing. Puppies wrestle and play. It's how they learn. But from the start, I took things too seriously. Playing meant fighting, and that meant I had to win. Had to. To me, it was already life or death. If my brother wound up on top, I was a dead wolf. I certainly wasn't going to let that happen. I grew into a fighter, not the lady my mother wanted me to be, and renounced all feelings of love and kinship. They were a waste of time and only got in the way.

My family didn't understand me. They couldn't comprehend how a female could ever wish to become what a male normally did. Fighting was for males in my home. Hunting was for males. Leading, for males. Females only seemed to be good for producing babies. Such a backwards life, and when I realized what was happening around me, I picked up and left. It wasn't hard. Sure, I sometimes imagine my poor mother with her bright eyes in the backwards world she grew up in and feel a sting of guilt for leaving her there. But she wouldn't have wanted to come. None of them would have.

I spent four years as a loner. It was a good life, fulfilling and something I could be proud of. I proved to myself over and over again that I was capable of living on my own. That was, until, I happened across a pack. The Farsten pack. Tegan greeted me, saw the power and life and knew that I was something he wanted. I was put as a subordinate, too new to be trusted enough with beta or alpha. They didn't seem to have many problems, and I have my doubts that this will be my permanent home. For now, it is where I reside. They're lucky to have me.

I'm not yet sure if I'm lucky to have them.