|| ❤R U S H❤ || Wolves || Closed || Semi Lit ||

[Cookie Jaeger]

Haunted saw Raven sit, and wrapped his tail around his paws. Bear smiled at Mia, and whispered in her ear so nobody else could hear, "Relax, we don't bite. If you just be yourself, you'll do okay." Bear pulled his white muzzle away from her ear, smiling big at her.

(Sorry for the rather short response, I have to go!)

[Delivery.God.Yato]

~ Mia ~ She-wolf ~ Omega ~
Mia looked over at Bear then back at her paws. She was never good with words, she slowly sighed and looked around at all the high ranked wolves she had gotten the chance to sit with. She shook out her sruff trying to get her matted fur to look better but ended up not changing a thing. "I can't be myself if I don't know who that is." She said softly moving her paws slightly before attempting to untense her muscles. What she had told Bear was true, she didn't really know who she was or why she was even here, she was still trying to figure everything out she knew not of what she would become or what she would never live up to. The only thing she knew was she was going to live day by day and help as many people as she wanted.


She sighed looking up at Bear, biting her tongue before looking at the beta Aleksandr. She stood waitching him for awhile then noticed she was staring, but how could she not stare. It was the Beta male, with all his glory. His beautiful white pelt, his mucsle tone which wasn't much but still noticeable, and above all his eyes were the prettiest shade of Amber. She hated how she could get so caught up in thinking about that wolf, she didn't know why she noticed him so much maybe it was becuase he was higher ranked then her. She couldn't tell, she sighed before she mentally shook her head taking her glance off of Aleksandr and putting it back to the ground.

[Cookie Jaeger]

Bear smiled and used his paw to make her scruff look better, fluffing it up a bit. "Just say what first comes to mind." Bear turned back to Bituin, his tail wagging a bit on the ground. "So, what were we saying?" He chuckled, peeking over her shoulder to look at Haunted, who was hunched over, his red amber eyes flicking from wolf to wolf.

[Rolly Joger]

Just a Lowly Omega With a Hideous Face...
Name:
"In my mind I'd demand you call me Laelaps, but of course any creature who isn't an omega calls me... Well, they have plenty of other names."
Her name is Laelaps, simple as that.
Age:
"Four, almost five years... Does that matter at all?"
Laelaps is four years of age, nearing five. Not a pup, not an elder.
Gender:
"I am a female."
Yes, she is a female. Couldn't have been more plainly stated.
Personality:
"Submissive and quiet... But how else can an omega act? The higher-ranked wolves give us no choice, really. Just stay quiet and don't anger them... That's how I get along daily."
Laelaps is generally very quiet and rarely ever speaks her mind, even around other omegas. In her mind she despises the higher-ranked wolves, but would never dare to say so out loud in fear of losing her life. She hates big crowds of wolves and usually stays away from others unless summoned by any higher-ranked wolves. If ordered around, Laelaps will quickly act to do whatever they wanted her to do. She doesn't do so for their convenience, but simply so she isn't punished.
Physical attributes:
"Thin, frail, and missing an eye. The mere look of beauty."
Take note of the sarcasm when Laelaps says she looks beautiful. She is very thin and frail-looking, but what else can you expect from an omega? She has one bright yellow eye, and her left eye is missing, lost in a painful accident with some poison ivy. Her fur is reddish-brown in color with a light tan, usually very dirty, undercoat. She normally has a floppy, lazy-looking statue unless she's in the presence of some higher wolf. In that case, she'll be sure to always have a very submissive, low stature so the others won't get angered.
Likes:
"Peace and quiet. That's what I like."
Spoken truly from Laelaps herself. She isn't very fond of a whole bunch of things in the world, but this omega is very fond of peace, quiet, and solitude, something that almost rarely comes to her. She likes to be left alone, but has grown to be used to being around other, usually superior wolves.
Dislikes:
"Hmm... Now where can I start?"
There are quite a few things that this pessimistic wolf dislikes in the world. The things that bother her the most, however, are commotions. She hates loud noises and dislikes most other wolves, and they can cause her to get just a little bit grumpy.
Love life:
"Love? Oh, you're funny."
She always says she has absolutely no interest in love, but sometimes finds herself thinking about the very idea of it. "But those thoughts are absurd," she tells herself. "Omegas can't have mates."
Rank:
"Uh... Have you not been paying attention this whole time?"
If you haven't gotten it already, Laelaps is an omega, and is definitely not proud of it.


The Speedy Hunter of the Silent, Still Forest...
Name:
"Hello, there! Falcon here!"
This wonderful creature's name is Falcon. His mother gave him the name when she saw how he was faster than the rest of his siblings.
Age:
"Four and a half, if I recall correctly!"
Yes, that's the right answer. Falcon is four and a half years old.
Gender:
"Last time I checked I was a male. Pretty sure that hasn't changed."
Falcon is, indeed, a male.
Personality:
"My siblings always said I was too happy... They were wrong! There's no such thing!"
Falcon is a peppy, bubbly wolf. He loves to talk and run, and especially to be around other wolves. It's unusable hard to make him unhappy unless he's physically wounded, and he's often a bit of an annoyance to other wolves around him if they don't also love to talk. He's always optimistic about the hunts he goes on, which are the only times when he's actually dead silent so not to scare away the prey.
Physical attributes:
"I'd say I'm pretty good-looking... Don't you think?"
Falcon isn't a bad-looking wolf. He is a little bit more lean rather than bulky, but he doesn't have any scars or visible wounds on his body. He has silver-gray fur with a lighter undercoat and dirt brown eyes. He isn't the biggest or the strongest of wolves, but can move faster than a lot of them.
Likes:
"Uh, let's see... I like my packmates, the forest, the stars... Lots of things!"
Being a generally peppy and happy wolf Falcon is generally easygoing and can be happy with a lot of things. The things he enjoys most, however, are stars, sunrises and sunsets, and hunting.
Dislikes:
"Oh, I hate it when it gets cold and it snows! Oh, and rain, too!"
The things Falcon dislikes most is anything that makes it harder to run. These things include snowfalls, rain storms, big gusts of wind, and a few other things, usually involving the weather. Though he will not give up when facing these problems, they just make him a little less peppier than usual.
Love life:
"Hm... I suppose that would be nice. My mate would have to be able to keep up with me, though!"
Falcon doesn't hate the idea of love, but he isn't too overly fond of it, either. He won't rush out to impress a potential mate, but also won't completely deny any chances of ever finding love.
Rank:
"A hunter! It's wonderful!"
Falcon is a hunter, and he's very proud of his rank.

[kay.]

(( Apologies for not replying earlier, didn't really know what to reply. ))

|| > Orion < ||

Male || 3 || White || Lead Fighter
No Crush || No Mate
With: Nameless, Marrak, Ciqala || Doing: Watching

Orion stood as still and silent as a boulder, watching what was occurring in front of him anxiously. He had a calm posture now, his ears up but not in a challenging way, and his tail was down and he had his head fully low. Even though he may have come across as calm and relaxed, he felt his heart beating quickly, and many thoughts buzzed in his head, all at once. His amber gaze never left the Alpha or the fae, and if you looked into his eyes it would probably be the only way you could tell that he was nervous. When the Nameless white she wolf said that she wanted to be a healer, he couldn't help but be slightly shocked, however he did not show any sign of it. The only thing about him that changed was that he lifted his head up slightly, as if having his head that low and motionless had started to hurt his neck. A healer? he thought to himself. Out of all the ranks, he did not expect her to choose that one, he knew that she would of probably have to have treated her own wounds at one point or another when she was a loner, but he thought that she would be more suited for a huntress or maybe a fighter. He shook his his subtly. I guess it's her choice, hopefully she will make a good healer and not regret this decision.

[spring.]

Boop ♡ I just dont want this to fall to my second page. My second page is a graveyard. ♡ }}

[L.I.N.G.E.R]

I'll post soon, trying to give Sightless-Bird a chance to post before I do :))

[Delivery.God.Yato]

Yeah I was kinda waiting for him to post up again so he wouldn't fall behind.)

[Wormgod]

Name: Saifali, "Saif" for friends. Pronounced "Saff" like "staff", and "Ali" like "Mohammad Ali." Saif as in "safe."
Sex: Male
Age: Recently turned 3
Rank: Omega
Appearance: Saifali is a scruffy, happy dog, with lots of dull, tan fur. He's a little on the smaller side, but makes up for it with the unusually long fur, and a longer tail, both giving the appearance of a larger wolf. He has bright blue eyes.

But no one sees the wolf, they see the leg: rather, the lack of. Saifs brother's umbilical cord cut the blood flow to his left upper leg very early on. Eventually it came right off. Luckily it was a clean cut and right at the base , so Saifali was born with a small stump. (Of course, the wolves know nothing of the happenings in the womb; just that some babies are born sick, or dead, or with missing limbs, with no obvious cause.)
Personality: Saif is a gentle soul, both through genetics and through his raising. His mother was also sensitive to the world, and taught him everything he knows and doesn't know.

He's kind, empathetic, sensitive, and caring. He cannot handle fighting and hunting, partly because he was never exposed to it (his family thought he would grow depressed trying to fight and hunt when he can't even run, so they avoided the subject around him) and partly because he imagines himself being attacked and hunted, and is barely able to eat.
History: As mentioned in Appearance and Personality, Saifali was born without his left front leg. The cord of one of his brothers severed it in the womb. He was not harmed in other ways, so life without a leg is normal for him. He can walk and jog just fine, but he cannot run, which ruins all chances of fighting and hunting.
His parents were distraught. His mother was more optimistic--after all, the tribe needs healers!--but his father worried what life would be like for him. What if his health were affected? What if an angry bear spotted the slow pup? What if he fell in a raging river?

Somehow, Saif avoided all these possible catastrophes. With overly protective parents and brothers, he grew up in a bubble of comfort and handicap access. Despite his mothers wishes, he has yet to become a healer. Instead, he started off his adult life as an Omega.
Family: Mother - Ashirah
Father - Helseth
Siblings - Dren, Nelos, and Jiub. All brothers.
Other: Most likely to play out all the scenerios that happened to Timmy in Lassie, including falling down a well.

[Wormgod]

((Updated Saifali's form to include his family. Anyone recognize a few of the names?))

Saifali had had a good morning so far. Marrak woke them all up with a howl, of course. Whatever, he was used to it by now. Other omegas shoved their way out of the den. Saif made room for them. He always left last, since he needed time and room to get up.

Today, Magdalena decided to sleep in. Saif looked at her, then decided to get up anyway. He empathized deeply with her; her wounds crippled a leg, so she had to learn how to rely on her other three. He taught her a little, like to take smaller steps with the good side, and larger strides with the bad side, and she learned quick. Her situation was worse than his; she lost so much, and Saif never had any to begin with.

Shaking those thoughts out of his head, Saifali trotted out of the den and stood off to the side. He liked to watch the camp events. Not much else to do as an Omega, with no pups to babysit, and no crisis to help avert. Today was rather interesting though. Wolves seemed to appear out of thin air, and there was this interesting intruder. She looked skinny and dirty, like a sad pup. Saif hoped they took her in. She needs help.

(Bleeeehhh)