The B E T R A Y A L (Semi-lit wolf rp. AlphaSpotsFree&OPEN**

[Aakri-Rose]

Two packs, four rulers, and two very different mentalities.
Being based on a massive island, untouched; noncorrupted, unscathed, by human hands; lives two wolf packs. Two very different wolf packs.
Once they formed one large pack, with few other predators that could compete with their mass numbers; food was plenty, water, shelter, protection... a place to grow up. It was a wolf's haven. They would posses two Shaman's; one male, and one female; to communicate with the spirits. They believed in an Angel of Life, who controlled the seasons, prey, forest, wealth, and honor; whom they called Siora... and the Angel of Death, in command of the moon, water, war, cold, and power; Elune.
The male Shaman would be assigned to speak with Siora, and the female, A bringer of life, spoke to that of death, Elune.
The island being so grand in size, lead to the pack's Alpha assigned power to his trusted Beta, to assist in the ruling of the northern half of the island. The Beta, Jekal, grew happy, and was more than pleased to select a handful of wolves to help him move to the northern end... But Jekal soon grew power hungry; and as far as he was concerned; he was his own Alpha, no longer under the rule of his once close friend.

Alone Jekal sat, perched in his cave over looking the frozen bay, and waterfalls, his grey eyes, once warm; now as cold as the frozen rock he sat upon. His once thin grey coat, now thick; and full, blew in the wind. His kind nature turning cruel, right under the Alpha's nose. Food was sparse here, and fresh water lay teasingly under the ice; leaving him to his thoughts for far too long. Convinced he was sent here to die; along with his family consisting of his mate who was with pups; anger flooded his soul. After months of being out there, with no more than 12 other pack members, it wasn't hard for him to convince his new pack of his beliefs.
Cunningly, he'd send two of his most trusted pack members back to the Alpha, to spread word; and hopefully gather more wolves.

Alex, the kind hearted Alpha, grew concerned; after not hearing from his friend in a few weeks, Jekal's scouts hadn't gone unnoticed. Curious, and not expecting what was to come, decided to take a treck. It would be a weeks travel to get to the northern end to meet up with his friend. He was excited to see him, He knew his mate's pups would be only two weeks younger than his own. Deciding he would take one of his eldest and youngest son's along with the other 4 guards that accompanied him; was a choice he'd soon regret... for what lay ahead was not even thought of...

As Alex approached Jekal, he seen but one pup, sat at his side; it's fur was plush, and as white as the snow cloaking the earth around them. Jekal, turning his head sharply, would wear a toothy smirk, unlike Alex had ever seen. The silver eye'd pup glaced up to her father, and back to the seven wolves in front of her... Her eyes met that of Alex's youngest son's ember eyes, his fur opposite of hers. A dark, coarse coat... "This is my daughter... She's the only to survive, including my mate; during the birth." Hate began to flood Jekal's eyes, as Alex now, nervously introduced his sons... and began to apologize... What happened next filled the other with terror, as Jekal dove into Alex...
Returning home was Alex's eldest, along side with a small, dark coloured, amber eye'd, horrified pup...

Years later, news had come to the pack, that Jekal had died... but his reign was not over. His Daughter, now a full grown she-wolf; had come of age; chosen by Elune to be a Shaman... Her nickname wildly began to spread, registering in wolves ears as the Angel of Death.
The young dark furred pup, son of Great Alex, had been selected two weeks earlier, as a Shaman, the speaker of truth and life

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-All Nick and Tell rules apply
-Make your own form.
-I know one likes reading these, so I'm keeping it short and simple.
-Literacy is a must. Minimum four lines.
-Keep genders even. I will not accept your form if its extremely uneven, and you've created a character who's gender is dominating the role play.
-ONLY The Shaman's may have solid coat colour. I Don't want any other full white coats, or full black coats; unless high ranked. (Alpha's) -No Mary and Gary Sues.

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The Pack of S i o r a

Alpha (Or Alphess's chosen Mate)-
Alphess (Or Alpha's chosen Mate)-

Shaman- (Must be a dark male wolf, son of Alex.)

Beta- |Endless Fate| 2 years old
Betess- Win Fate's heart.

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Warriors:
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Medicine Wolves(2)
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Omegas:
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Pups:
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The Pack of E l u n e

Alpha-
Alpha's Chosen Mate-

Shaman- |" Angel of Death " | Flika| Female | 4 years old |

Beta-
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Omegas:
-|Fleet| 2 Years of age | Female
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[Aakri-Rose]

W h e n D i d T h e D i a m o n d s L e a v e Y o u r B o n e s?

N a m e;;"The name's Flika; and you shall address me as such."
G e n d e r;;"Fea, obviously."
A g e;;"Four years of age."
R a n k;;"Shaman"
P a c k;;"I belong to the pack of Elune."

I' m B u r n i n g D o w n E v e r y B r i d g e W e M a d e...

P e r s o n a l i t y;; This firey female, is strict and harsh. Her high rank only leads her to be even more snarky. Her words often fall from her mouth sarcastically; like a rattle snakes venom, full intent on a stinging effect. She poses dominance issues, due to it being her fathers original pack; though she lacks the leader ship to become a successful Alpha. Hence her giving up her rightful (Undeserving) rank. Her dislike for other fea's is uncanny, as for males, If she feels they are lesser; she shows no interest... And has no problem showing it, either. Her Idea of fun, is going on hunts with the rest of the pack, and warfare. A certain coldness seems to creep over her pale eyes during time of violence.

A p p e a r a n c e;; From front to back, this fea posses a large skull, and a round face, tipped with a coal, wet, nose. She has A long, and lean, slender body; that rests upon feminine lengthy legs. Her tail, is usually held in a rather dominant position; and appears to be abnormally long.

Her coat is as if it's been bleached; a soft white, with hints of cream around her ears, and tips of her fur. Having a thick ruff around her neck, gives her a more royal appearance, than those of the wolves in warmer areas. Her fur is normally well kept, and maintained.

Her eyes, are a pale, almost sickly looking shade of silver. She has a look that would send shivers down most's spine... Mind you, If she's looking at you in such a way, its normally paired with a nice mouthful of pearly-whites.

E x t r a;; In the summer her coat looses its cream tipped under coat, and is left with a pure white, thin coat.

I' l l W a t c h Y o u C h o k e O n T h e H e a r t s Y o u B r e a k

H i s t o r y;; All Flik has ever known was hate. Hate for the other pack, hate for those that are considered weak, hate for those whom speak their mind... and so much more. She grew up knowing her mother died, as did her four brothers because of her. (According to her father, Jekal) Her mother died because of weakness. Her father gained a pack due to aggression, and power. As far as Flika was concerned; and taught, dominance, power, and crulety was the best way to survive in this world. She was trained with the guards before her father passed on. So she's no push over, by far not the strngest or the best fighter; but is fully able of holding her own. She grew up listening to stories of the Cruel, heartless Alpha, that all were forced to call "Great Alex", so her hate for him was almost equal to that of what her fathers was.
C r u s h;; "Hah, no one has been powerful enough to catch my eyes."
M a t e;; "Absolutely not..."

[Dark Moon]

n a m e ::
Endless Fate

g e n d e r ::
Male

a g e ::
2 years old

r a n k ::
Beta in the Soria Pack

p e r s o n a l i t y ::
Fate was the second eldest son of the leader of his original pack, having know that he was destined for greatness since he was a pup he's always had a superior demeanor about him, but at the same time, being only the second oldest, his brother often had to put him in his place because he already acted like an alpha, so he had become more respectful. Fate has natural dominance bred into him but because Fate hasn't reached adulthood, it hasn't quite matured yet, but he often finds himself silently challenging the authority of his alha and beta. Fate''s main weaknesses are his temper. Fate has a feirce temper, it may have something to so with his past or the lack of contact he's had since being a loner, but he will sometimes snap and become rather aggressive. Thee young male seems like he lives to fight and he enjoy's the taste of blood like any good, normal wolf should. He is rather tall and very well muscled so he looks like a good fighter. In fact, he is, his attacks are pretty clever but he gets sao caught up in it and often doesn't notice anything but the opponent he fights, so environmental factors, like trees, rocks, and stick, and other obstacles often will throw him off. He is rather proud and will rarely ever back down from a challenge, he doesn't know how to surrenderr to his opponent and would rather fight to the death then admit defeat and bow down in submisson to his opponent. He's proud enough so that he never thinks to apologize when he's done something wrong, or when he does, Fate simply holds his tongue as to not speak. Fate's a little troubled and can often be caught off guard while he's lost in thought. he is often tormented by nightmares and night terrors and wakes in the middle of the night, so if you see Fate walking around, trying to patrol the territory at night, it's because of those reasons.. Like said before Fate hasn't reached full adulthood, so he has his moments.

h i s t o r y ::
Most of Fate's pack was annihilated by humans because the pack waswere bringing down cattle on a ranch. He was just a young pup then, only about 11 monthes, barely old enough to survive on his own. He barely escaped the slaughter because he had left the kill to chase away a coyote that was being too brave and ignorant, taunting the pack to try and get a bit of one of their kills. He had chased off the coyote, not without receiving a few wounds of his own, and returned to the kill to find his packmates silent and motionless, without a last breath in their already cold carcasses. Fate had time to greive for only a sparse few minutes before he had to leave, knowing that if he stayed the humans would've returned and gunned poor Fate down. Fate was forced to remain as a loner, aimlessly roaming the woods and plains.

Appearanxe ::
Endless Fate is a pretty big wolf, he isn't fully grown quite yet but he is actually pretty tall and broad-shouldered, a born fighter some would say.He is actually pretty handsome as far as wolve's go with the palest amber eyes you've ever seen, that are almost always shadows and hard to read and a masculine face that is almost as hard to read. he is very well muscled and strong. he's build almost like a bulldog for power and drive, so if your in his way look out. Fate is clothed in a thick grey and black pelt, more black than grey in his soft coat. He has big feet and big teeth, over-all, a fine young wolf.

c r u s h ::
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m a t e::
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Name: "Fleet"
Age:" I am 2 years old."
Gender: " Female, if you can't tell."
Rank: "Omega in the Elune Pack."

Surface

Fleet is very lean, athletically built wolf.
If you look at her face, the thing that catches you eyes first is her eyes. Big and pale amber (Like most wolves), they easily reflect her emotions, almost like a mirror. Tiny flecks of silver fur surround her eyes like a mask and go over her head and towards her tail. Fleet's narrow muzzle and wedge shape head give her the attractive features males look for in faes. Her fur is white, with the silver flecks around her eyes and making their way down her back to her tail tip giving the impression that rain has dappled her fur in silver and is very thick. Her chest is a bit bigger than the rest of her small frame but it's especially suitable for long distances. Fleet's legs are long and thin, absoulutly perfect for a young hunter.

Personality and History

Though Fleet seems full of energy, she can be rather rebellious and reckless. Around her pack, Fleet is full of life,energetic and enthusiastic, as well as rather rebellious and reckless, almost always getting herself into trouble. Making friends has never been one of Fleet's stronger areas but she won't turn down conversation when one's started. She's modest and definitly not a born leader. She's much happier taking orders and doing her job. But one of the few times Fleet will get out of hand is when she's hunting. After all it's her element. Hunting is like a reflex to her, she's smart and clever. Fleet has a soft spot for pups and hopes to have her own someday.But Fleet is hopeless at romance, often finding herself staring at some of the Soria pack males, and wondering what would happen if she talked to them.

Fleet came to leave her birth pack after a fire swept through her old pack, killing several of the pack. Little more than a week or two later, a crippling illness killed most of the remaining pack. Only a few of the pack remained after this.The two alphas were dead by then and the pack members who were still living tried to settle the matter with a battle. During this time, Fleet was greiving for her dead family, and couldn't take the chaos of all the fighting. It seemed like wolves were constantly dieing every day. Finally, Fleet fled the remaining fragments of her pack when they'd all finally died. She's wandered as a loner, counting herself lucky to be alive, and greiving over their deaths. Soon she found her new pack.

Love Life

Crush: "No one."
Mate: "None yet."
Pups:"Not yet."

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[Aakri-Rose]

(( Both accepted c: ))

[Dark Moon]

(Great, thanks!)

[Aakri-Rose]

((Bump c: ))

[Aakri-Rose]

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°F l i k a°

ʙᴀsɪᴄ: female | Shaman | Single
ʀᴀɴᴋ: Elunes Pack
ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: Irritable
ᴡɪᴛʜ: By herself

⊱ Long legs stretched, and worked; almost seamlessly as the she-wolf made her way through the light dusting of soft; clean snow that called the earth it sat upon home. From afar, it would of been a sight; her colour barely differing from the white powder that stretched as far as a wolf could see. She ran up wind, her thick, dense coat hardly even fidgeting. She wore her tail high, and her ears alert; as she would proceed to constantly scan her land with her pale, cold eyes. Lifting her broad head in the air, body still in motion, she took a deep breath, filling her large set of lungs with the clean, crisp air. Every breath escaped her maw in clouds. "Beautiful..."
She thought to herself. Looking off into the East, she could see a tree line... snowless... the end of her reign. Still, she'd wear a toothy smirk, much like her fathers; and pace her way over...

⊱ The ground feeling different under her black pads, she lowered her head; touching her nose ever so gently, against the not-so-cool earth. The scent of rabbit filled her sensitive nostrils. Oh the thought... she could feel her mouth begin to build up saliva. The mere thought of a non-frozen dinner drove this fea mad. Her coat blending into the birch that surrounded her, she began to venture further, ears constantly working; she was on high alert, her hackles seemed to be permanently raised as she went deeper into the forest. "Hah, what are they going to do to me? Nothing. Weakness... Their entire pathetic pack..." Flika spoke to herself, it was comforting to her; hearing it out loud... the word 'weakness' left to hover in the air, and register only to her cream coloured ears. Alone, she enjoyed being solitary; in her bliss, she found herself almost aimlessly wandering. "Great..." She said out loud. Letting a frustrated growl rumble out of her barrel of a chest, she snapped her head in another direction, baring her teeth... she could smell him... another wolf.

⊱ "Who's there?" Flika barked angerly; now snarling and slightly un-nerved she still could not locate him. She bent her body into the lose shape of a "C" as she raised her massive, full tail; curling it over her back. It was as if someone styled her fur into a mowhawk, as she flattened her small ears against her broad skull. Her pale blue eyes bouncing and flickering wildly as the glazed over.
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[mrs lough]

ｍｙ ｂａｓｉｃ ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ

my name that was given to me by my parents is Kat, but my father called me by the name Rouge. Feel free to call me either; I don't mind which one. but Kat means pure, in case you were wondering. I am just three years old, and was born on a breezy day in Autumn. I am most certainly a female, but of course it is completely understandable if you thought otherwise.. I do look like a male to some. It's happened before. Don't worry.

ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｃａｒｅ ｈｏｗ ｉ ｌｏｏｋ

I'll say this once; I don't care how I look. I could look ugly or beautiful and I wouldn't care. While most females are worrying that they don't look good or their pelt isn't as perfect as they want it to be, here I am, not caring. of course, I don't know what I look like from someone else's point of view, but I have seen my reflection in the water. It's pretty simple. My coat is pure white, which is ironic since Kat means pure. My eyes are a mix of blue and green; like dark teal. I have a large build and am strong, although I am not as fast as smaller wolves. Which I don't mind, because I am up for a fight whenever given the opportunity. I am tall but not taller than the average brute mind you. I stand at just about three feet tall, and weigh eighty eight pounds which is a healthy weight if you ask me. So I'm not fat or skinny, just somewhere in the middle.

ｈｏｗ ｍｙ ｌｏｖｅ ｉｓ ｇｉｖｅｎ

Currently, I don't have my eye on a brute and it is rare for that to happen. If it does then they're special. I guess you're asking me about my love life, so I'll go on. I've never had a mate, and I am quite afraid to love someone. I don't want to get hurt, so I have to trust you immensely if we become mates. I do want pups badly though. I look for for brutes who are a lot like me; not afraid to back down from a fight, will speak up for what he thinks is right, and is protective of who they love and will fight to the death for them. I don't see brutes like this often..

ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｗｈｏ ｉ ａｍ

I pay attention to how I act around other wolves and I will tell you in all honesty. I hold a grudge and it's hard for me to forgive and forget. I am not afraid to speak up to anyone for what I feel and believe in, even the alpha, and certainly not afraid to fight anyone who challenges me or is hurting my pack, and I will fight to the death for anyone. I'm not afraid to take control when I feel I need to. I have difficulty making friends (since I never had any when I was younger), and have trust issues so it will take a large amount of effort for me to be comfortable with you. Mind you, I know how to have fun. At times I can be a softy and of course I love pups, and I'm seriously insecure when I find someone I love. If you go through the list, you can tell that mostly, I have a negative personality, and I just want someone to change that.. for the most part, I prefer to be in unseen, in the background; alone. If you're asking what makes me weak, I am distrustful, vague, picky, emotional, pessimistic, impulsive, stubborn, insecure, & jealous; and what makes me strong is that I am instinctive, dedicated, logical, intelligent, tough, & sly.

ｉｍ ｎｏｔ ｐｒｏｕｄ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｐａｓｔ

You wanted to know, so I'll tell you. I was born on a day in late September, in the middle of Autumn. I was born into a litter of five, and had all brothers. The alpha of the pack we were in strictly wanted all black wolves in his pack, any pup who was born a different color had to be killed. Of course, with my luck, I was the white one in my litter, which is a mystery to everyone because both of my parents had a black coat. I was the runt, the smallest one, the most helpless one. I was weak and the alpha planned on killing me anyway, so what was the point of living? My parents refused to let him kill me so we fled the pack and traveled for about a month or so before arriving in another pack that was welcome to all wolves willing to join. This pack was better, the alpha was willing to give love to my siblings and I, regardless of their eye color, pelt color, level of strength, or whatever. and one day we woke up, and a fire broke out in the camp due to a serious drought in the area which was extremely rare since we were in Alaska. It wiped out every wolf in the pack but me, so I was left alone to care and provide for myself. It sucks, doesn't it?

ｍｙ ｐｌａｃｅ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｐａｃｋ

I am the alpha female of the Soria Pack, and I will tell you why. I strive to keep my pack safe and flourishing; anything that harms any of them in any way will have to go through me. I will do my best to keep everyone free of harm and alive until I die or I step down.

[Dark Moon]

The large black and grey brute padded smoothly across the ground, pale amber eyes calm. Sniffing the air, he was pleased to find the scent of a rabbit. With eager enthusiasim, Fate moved silently towards the scent. Soon, he could see the brown pelt of a rabbit foraging in the brush. Fate dropped into a crouch, slowly stalking forewards. The hunt was going well, the rabbit was not aware of him until Fate attacked. Fate gave a killing bite to the rabbit's throat and then, as a she wolf spoke, let his prey fall limp to the ground. He turned to see that, through a cluster of several thick bushes, he could just see a white wolf. The shaman of the Elune pack. Instintively, a growl started to rumble in his throat but he pushed it back. Fate could see how un-nerved she was that she couldn't see him. Clearly, by her posture, the fae was nervous. If Fate could scare her, it might bring Flika to flee their territory and not come back. Just as good as a fight, though he wanted to have fun by scaring her. He circled her, always staying in the safety of the thick bushes. He couldn't come out or the fae would be able to see him and attack. That'd end the beta's fun much too soon. At different points around her, he spoke in an eerily cold voice, saying "Geeeeeet ouuuut. Geeet Ouuut." Fate had to bite back a chuckle as he watched her, waiting with impatientness and the eagerness of a pup for her response.

[Aakri-Rose]

(( Accepted! c: And posting now.))