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[Tordier]

Maybe redemption has stories to tell.

He's a smaller male, with muscles worn down from time. Chīsai's body is covered in a short coat of smooth fur, and he is mostly a faintly-grizzled blue-grey color. His legs and ears are a bright, rusty red and compliment his more subdued base color. Finally, he has white undersides and bright yellow eyes.
A substantial chunk is missing from the tip of his left ear, but Chīsai has no other visible scars.

Chīsai
Male
Bisexual
10. 3 Years
Subordinate

Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell.

It is only natural that Chīsai has grown wise in his old age. His predictions about the future are usually true, and other wolves often come to him for advice or information on little-known subjects. Chīsai is usually a reliable source for such things and is trusted for the most part.
Since Chīsai is the last of his bloodline which has become doomed to die out, he has no true family and has adopted his entire pack as his own. Chīsai loves each of them and looks at the pack as collective, so he does not really have any personal connections with any one wolf above the others.
Due to his wisdom and loyalty to his pack, Chīsai is a respected Subordinate and often finds that others take it easy on him or pick up the slack where his strength no longer allows for the same level of effort as he was once able to give. However, Chīsai is still fairly able-bodied and can usually keep up on hunts. He worries that he will slip down to the Omega position as he grows weaker, and that day, if it comes, is rapidly approaching.

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Where can you run to escape from this hell?

At just over ten years, Chīsai is quite old for a wolf. His parents have long since died from age-related causes, and his brother and sister have also died, leaving Chīsai alone. He is the last living member of his lineage and has lately begun to feel the effect of his age. His joints and stiff and achy, and it's becoming difficult to keep up with younger wolves. Since Chīsai has been a Subordinate for his whole life, he as not as reverently taken care of as he might have been, had he been an Alpha or Beta, but he was content as a Subordinate and never sought to change. He has accepted that he is nearing the end of his life, and treats the whole pack as his pups, passing on his knowledge and wisdom to any willing to listen.

Dare You to Move by Switchfoot
Image by Luigi Piccirillo.

Where're you going to go?

My motivation: an oath I've sworn to defend, to win the honor of coming back home again.

No explanation will matter after we begin.

I'm Keon, a Farasten Pack member. Subordinate, actually. I'd like to rise up the ranks, but I'm still a bit young for consideration. In another three months I'll be two, and then my chances will increase. I've been hoping to catch the eye of a nice guy or gal, too. You single? Heh. Can't blame a guy for trying.

Unlock the dark destroyed that's buried within.

I don't mean to brag or anything, but I'd say I'm a pretty handsome guy. I'm fast and strong with a nicely-shaped muzzle and nice, thick fur. It be less harsh, but I'm not complaining. My eyes are a pale yellow-tan shade, I think, and my fur color? It's the best part! I'm fiery red with charcoal grey above and creamy white underneath. These vibrant colors are nothing to sneeze at, but don't worry. I'm sure there are females out there that like your pelt too... Maybe.

My true vocation, and now, my unfortunate friend, you will discover a war you're unable to win.

Heh. Personality? I dunno. Awesome? That's a hard one. Um... I'm confident. That's for sure. I want a lot out of life, so I guess I'm ambitious too. Fun. Maybe a little flirty, and with everyone. It's kind of fun being bisexual, when you think about it.
Anyways... Yeah, once I set my mind on something, I'll definitely make it happen no matter what.

I'll have you know that I've become indestructible, determination that incorruptible from the other side, a terror to behold.

My past is much easier to explain. I had two brothers, and we were all born into the pack. One of my brothers was stillborn, so there was just the two of us. Boy, did we fight! Paxton and I argued over everything. Everything we did was a competition. It drove our mother crazy, but I think she missed it in the end. Paxton and I were part of a hunting party, and he wanted to show off, I guess. I jumped in at the wrong time and... Well... It was pretty sharp blow to the head, and those hooves and sharp. So, here I am.

Annihilation will be unavoidable.

I have no idea who my father was. I never knew him and Uzura never said. She was my mom, but she died recently. Took ill with some sort of infection over the winter. She was a real sweetheart. Even gave her stillborn pup a name. Pūru. I already told you what happened to Paxton, and that's all the family I know of.

Every broken enemy will know that their opponent had to be invincible.

Dō's cool. We've been friends since we were pups. She's a little older than I am, but I'm bigger so everyone assumes I'm the older one. She's probably my best friends around here, so don't you dare mess with her!
I don't like Chīsai much. He's just an old geezer who thinks he knows everything. Yeah. He might know everything from a million years ago, but times change!

Take a last look around while you're alive.

I'm not really sure what a 'theme song', is, but I feel pretty Indestructible. Some might be Disturbed by it, but that's life!
'Image?' Like a reflection? I wasn't aware anyone made those... Are you sure you feel ok? Well, if you really need a name, how about hok? It sounds 'image-y'.

I'm an indestructible master of war.





Three, two, one, you want it full-frontal, over-stimulation.

Hello. I'm Dō. You say it like 'throw' or 'know'. It's different, but I like the simplicity. My rank is simple as well. I'm a Subordinate of the Farasten Pack, and I've been one ever since I was born. Even though I'm three years old now, I'm content being a Subordinate. I'm not really into the whole 'Queen Bee' thing. Just not much of a leader, I guess.
One more thing. I don't normally just announce it, but I think some wolves are confused about it. I'm a hetero-romantic asexual. That means that I'm not physically attracted to anyone, but I can and do fall in love with males. So, go ahead and tell your friends so we can get all those rumors straightened out.

So, say a benediction for a new addiction in voyeuristic overdrive.

I suppose there are a few features that stand out, if you care to look. I'm a smaller wolf, for one. Light and agile. I'm more durable than I look, too. My fur length is nice. It's feathered in all the right places, and a mix of tan, black, white, and grey. My ears are interesting too. They're probably the most vibrantly-colored part of me, beside my eyes, and they're wide, short, and pointed into almost perfect triangles. You'd be hard-pressed to find another wolf with ears like mine. Oh, yeah. My eyes? They're amber.

Here comes the count-down.

You want the truth. Alright. I'm calm. Anyone around here will tell you that. I'm not real talkative either. Sure, I like a good conversation, but I don't feel the need to say everything that pops into my head. I don't seem to form connections with others very easily either. I don't even feel much for Keon, who seems to think we're best friends. Emotions... They're pointless. I don't get excited, or happy, or depressed. There's just stressed, relaxed, and empty. It's easier to think rationally that way.
No emotions? Well, I wouldn't say that. I'm just not the sensitive type. I'm pretty independent, and I hate it when others try to tell me what to think about things. I'll think for myself, thank you. And... I've been known to get rather intense when you push me too far. Yes. Intense is about the right word for it. Let's leave it at that.

Three, this is the new flesh.

It's not much. I was an only pup, born into the pack. My mother left a long time ago to be with some loner she preferred over my father. My father isn't around anymore either. He was bitten by a snake last yea and didn't survive. So, I'm sort of an adult orphan and subordinate since I was old enough to learn to hunt.

Two, this is the open door.

My father's name was Whisker. He was a good guy.
Karamatsu was my mother. Good riddance to her.

One, we've got everything you wanted.

Tegan's alright. I trust him. He doesn't say much, but he puts a lot of effort into making decisions.
Besides that, I wouldn't say I have anyone I really care about. No enemies either. I try to avoid that if possible.

You want it all right now, ultranumb right now.

I don't know what a 'theme song' is, but if I had to think of a single word to describe me, it would be 'Ultranumb'. Blue could work, too, if you wanted something more visual, and I sort of fell like a 'Stahli'. That's the name I would use if I were to change from Dō.
Oh, yeah. A human did take my picture once. I investigated later and I heard him mention something like 'Jim Clark'. I assume that was his name.

Three, two, one, violated, so degraded, the show has just begun.

[Eyrmia]

{Accepted! I noticed that on Dō's form you didn't put an age, that's the only thing I see. They're up (I just made Dō the same age as Keon, unless you want that changed).}

[Tordier]

Hello. I'm Dō. You say it like 'throw' or 'know'. It's different, but I like the simplicity. My rank is simple as well. I'm a Subordinate of the Farasten Pack, and I've been one ever since I was born. Even though I'm three years old now, I'm content being a Subordinate. I'm not really into the whole 'Queen Bee' thing. Just not much of a leader, I guess.

(( Sorry about that. I was trying something new out with my form layouts there. I could stand to the make the information a little easier to find at a glace, I think. ^^; Dō's three. ))

[Eyrmia]

{Oh, sorry. XD It's partly my fault too, but thanks for showing me that. ^^}

[Huskii-]

- If you don't want Icelily to be the Beta it's okay. If

|| So what if I'm a little weird. Weird is good. ||

Name;;
"Hi, I'm Icelily."
Nickname;;
"I don't have one. Feel free to give me one though."
Gender;;
"I'm a female of course! My name is Icelily, do you know a brute named that?"
Age;;
"i'm 1 year and 10 months old."
Rank;;
"I'm the Beta of the pack."

[mindless.]

renaissance.

• Geez! Back off! Not exactly the kindest of the bunch, is she? Here we have Renaissance. A transformed female. She is named so because of a rebirth in her persona. Named by her own self, she has changed a very notable amount from her past self. Her pelt is a rich dark black, a few silver hairs shining here and there. Her eyes are a burning orange-amber, and she is aged at five.


• You don't even know me, what's you issue? A nasty bite, this one has. In words and fangs. Ren isn't really a conversationalist. She prefers to snap. Rather Short-fused, it takes just one wrong look before she goes for the throat. All things considered, she is actually fairly reserved. Perhaps this can come from her very guarded outer face. Get beyond it, and a whole new mind awaits.


• Short-fused. Indeed she is. Renaissance has had a past that has depleted her sense of patience. She has tension to get out, and will do so with a bark and snap. Ren generally makes her appearances with angry looks anyways. It doesn't take much at all to rapidly be on her very worst side. This will get her into trouble with just about everyone, but she usually could care less.



• Reserved. She actually really is. It's mostly due to her determination to never let anything close to her again. She is aware of her short, distrustful tendency to snap and avoids others accordingly. She doesn't like others around, and usually she is undesired company anyway. Her head will mess with her at times, making her very unfocused and upset, where she will remain absolutely silent.


• Guarded. And quite so. Not many see anything more than a body of anger. That is usually how she keeps it. She wants everyone away from her personal life, and they have no problem not asking. She hides her real old self, unable to even try and show it anymore. Occasionally it can appear, but she will rapidly hide it again. In her eyes you can see a lot of hurt and regret within the swirling orange-amber anger. She strives to maintain a cold, killer-type look, as then none will underestimate her or find her weak.



• Well how'd you get that way? Ren rarely answers this question in detail. The whole story from her side is for her to tell. But we can hear the surface of it. She had a close friend, and a new interest in a male. She and her puppyhood friend seemed inseprable, and she was thrilled when her friend introduced her to this kind male. It was her first experience with love, and she savored it. Until her friend got in the way. The other femme turned on Ren. She tore at the bond of Ren and the male. The male was rendered uncertain. He dragged Ren along, kept her heart on a leash as he left her for her friend. Ren believed every word he spoke, never doubted him. He must truly still love her right? Well she was given a new perspective by her own mother at the age of four. It had been a year. A year she was dragged along by the male as a backup, her mind fooled, thinking the male would never harm her. Her mother approached her, Ren looking sickly thin and lying around in her daily mope. She explained everything and Ren widened her eyes. Her mother backed up as Ren called out in rage. No. No! This was the worst betrayal. The female began eating. Training and resting up. Her weak frame grew with acquired muscle, enough to rival some males. At the peak of her condition she snuck out after the male and her old friend. She hissed and used profanity to tell the male just what a pathetic piece of feces he was. Then she attacked. She nearly killed her old friend, and rendered the male unconscious, missing an ear, and a chunk of his tail. As her friend ran back to camp to tell the news, Ren ran. She was hurt badly herself, but she knew that she would grow strong again to never be fooled into such a mockery again.


• ...oh. Well, what about now? A simple, devout rogue.


• What tune does your heart beat to? I'm Not Your Toy by La Roux (Nero Remix)

ｂｏｏ.

• Wow. Easy there fella... This here is Boo. Yeah. The name is a bit...off putting. Compared to the man behind it. A while back his sister renamed him Here Comes the Boom. Gave him some dignity. Boo is a huge male. He was built by trekking through thick snow. And fighting. Running. The massive guy is more than one can handle. Unfortunately, this brings his stamina lower. Huge frame covered by a snowy white pelt covered in grey that never seems clean, large fangs, scars, and fiery dark red-amber eyes, he is a force not to be reckoned with.


• Slow down. I was just asking how you were! This male is rigged to explode. He can be quite impatient and will grow restless and angry. Grumpy guy sometimes. If yo manage to be on hsi good side, he is a very protective guy. Bodyguard if you need him. Boo can even be a bit more compassionate if you take the time to try and get to him. He just is a bit hesitant to let anyone to him quite yet. Aged at what now...five and half? He is pretty still immature. Mostly he uses this to brighten others or himself up. Or get into trouble.


• Impatient. That is a bad thing in him. If someone is not doing as told, he snaps. If he is not able to get a fight and is stuck behind his lines being told to wait, never expect him to. When it comes to fighting off a threat, he will not hesitate, no matter how many times you tell him to wait. This also can lead him to challenge authority, so his loyalty may be questioned.



• Protective. If you can ger him to like you, he will defend you with his might. If you happen to be on the opposite side, well...good luck. One wrong word from someone he as heard or seen has done wrong to someone undeserving, he will certainly give them a scare. If they happen to harm someone he cares about whether by words or by actions, it has a much more deadly effect.


• Immature. In all reality, he knows when to be serious. But if things are just begging to be made fun of, or he just can't help himeslf, snark little comments will be made. To himself, but he says them loudly enough to be heard by nearby bodies. This usually causes a small burst of giggles. Sarcasm. His one true superpower.


• Well how'd you get way out here? Well he is an arctic wolf. How he got out here? Well that story may sound familiar. He and his sister, Calliope, were in a pack that was attacked by rivals. She was younger and weaker than him. Ran. He fought. Boo was a litter before that of Calliope's, a year more under his pelt. (heh, belt, pelt....heh... ) The male fought long and hard to help his pack. Most of them left. He was only two, and was forced to join. Boo missed his little sister, and vowed to find her to protect her. First he had to get out of this place. He fought occasionally to rise in ranking to get close to the alpha. The male was determined. The alpha was nine when he agreed to fight the now four year old male. Boo won. The male was big, but Boo was not yet done growing. His youth made him stronger. He ran from the pack, revenge taken. The pack behind him began fighting over who would rule next. Alone in the arctic was dreary. Human camps nearby made him think that she was perhaps there. Indeed she was! Calliope was to be brought to the forests, and the humans were forced to take him with her when he would not leave. The two were released out here, and he let her have her own life and he his.


• ...oh. Well, what about now? A beta, single.


• What tune does your heart beat to? Raw Charles by Bassnectar