[▵] partition of loup gris.

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the action or state of dividing or being divided into parts

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sang viendra. the old ones always spoke about it. blood will come. chants of the old ones rumbled loup gris mountain. they practically sang it to the pack members. thinking that it was just old superstition of the elders, everybody ignored their warning. including the alphas. their last words were the same as what they changed. sang viendra. blood will come. when the last old one took her last breath, the war came within the pack. brothers turned against each other. sisters plotted to kill their own blood. havoc was unleashed. the alphas even fought against each other. at the end, the once united loup gris pack became two. sang est versé . blood has spilled. reminders of the war still remain as the mountain, but peace is somewhat there for now and tensions will rise due to the new change in the bloodlines of one of the packs. the mountain will never forget what's to come.

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[ i. ] there will be no reservations and completed forms are only accepted. all forms should simple, but have the information needed. name, age, pack, rank, and relationship are a must on all forms. they shouldn't be messy either and neither should the reply posts. try to at least size it to 80 and have a grey font colour or bold speaking at least. it shouldn't be just normal sized text because no thank you.

[ ii. ] do not try to be the wolf in the pack that's nice if you're a taelynn; i hate it when people do not follow the right traits in the pack. if you're a taelynn wolf, you're somewhat cruel and barely or never sympathize anybody else until it's a fellow taelynn or if their bond with the petrova wolf is close. if you're a petrova wolf, you're not all evil unless it's stated so. don't be that person that messes up the traits please.

[ iii. ] you can have up to two characters. unless in the future when there are pup, but that shouldn't be for a long while. you can have a male and a female and they can be in the same pack, but please do not have them be the only friends they have. interact with other people and don't ever try to make your characters sound perfect; perfect characters are really irritating. do not play god either.

[ iv. ] feel free to speak in the discussion anytime you want, i would love to see everyone talk in it and it would be nice to make a few friends and getting along outside the role play as well. all forms should be posted on the discussion thread as well and they should be in separate posts. again, do not post a form that is not completed. i don't really care about how long the form is. discussion thread is here.

[ v. ] the literacy rule is a must. i understand writer's block and schooling can take you out, but please do not sound like a thirteen year old that just discovered lol. you should post at least four lines of decent grammar and correct use of term. anything less than four lines, i will ask you to post more. please stay active and post at least once a day unless you've explained why you can't post everyday.

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THE PETROVA WOLVES

the pack that won the war, but with great loss after. it wasn't a taelynn wolf that took the life of the mad king, but the current queen of the pack, who is not petrova blood. elisabethene joined the pack a few months ago, but unlike the other wolves in petrova, who was close to the deceased king, she noticed his strange behaviour. though most were relieved that she laid him to rest, they're all worried that the change in the bloodline could make them look weaker to the taelynn wolves. this group in the northeastern of loup gris are excellent fighters, but the pack itself has a few flaws. the queen of the pack is of course still considered an outsider, but that bothers her mate more than her. the king, who is slightly cruel when it comes to criticism about him or his mate, can barely sleep due to chronic nightmares of his family being slaughtered in the war; he will always hate the taelynn wolves for that. the baroness is rumoured to be barren; the petrovas do not speak about this and sympathize in secrecy. the baron is sadden by his partner not being able to give him successors and usually is brutal when it comes to hunting, releasing his anger on the prey. the duchess hides a secret in her bloodline; she is partly taelynn. her mother's secret infidelity was never told to anybody and the far herself doesn't know about this. she is the half sister of the baron of taelynn. the duke is the only wolf that seems to be normal and of pureblood, but he has a secret love towards the foreign queen. though he knows his boundaries and that the king would rip him to shreds, the young duke seems to have eyes for his superior more than his significant other, who he does love, but just not fully.


king king zahir // male // six years old // mate of queen elisabethene // x
queen queen elisabethene // female // three years old // mate of king zahir // x


duke finnegan // male // six years old // mate of keeva // x
duchess keeva // female // four years old // mate of finnegan // x


baron darcus // male // four years old // mate of olivia // x
baroness minerva // female // three years old // mate of darcus // x

THE TAELYNN WOLVES

though the taelynn lost the war, they do control more hunting grounds on loup gris due to the hunting grounds mostly being in the southwestern part, making them magnificent hunters. not much is known about this pack since they are usually either causing trouble or keeping to themselves, but one thing is for sure- nobody dares fool around with them. taelynns loath most pack wolves that cross their land. they despise many creatures and their own kind as well, but none more than the petrova wolves, who they think weak of. they think the petrovas as weaklings for accepting a foreigner as a queen and flaunt the fact that the baroness is barren. the king and queen are vicious killers that have pure taelynn blood inside their veins. both are alike in many ways except for the fact that the queen has taken a liking towards the baron recently. blinded by her beauty, the baron is beginning to fall for the queen and does his best to ignore these feelings, but she would rather that he betray his true love for her. the baroness notices these flirtatious moves towards her mate from the queen, but would never dare test her anger so she allows it. due to this, she has been more friendly towards the king, who publicly is flirtatious with her back. with his protection, the queen would not be able to do anything. of course, the duke and duchess are the two taelynns that are deeply in love with each other, but unfortunately, they do argue with each other more than they should. they never given up on each other, but it seems like they will someday rip each other to shreds. they have the most patience out of all the other wolves when it comes to love, but like the rest, they think that love is not necessary.


king king kristoffrey // male // four years old // mate of queen brita // x
queen queen tiian // female // four years old // mate of king kristoffrey // x


duke ren // male // four years old // mate of dyani // x
duchess dyani // female // five years old // mate of ren // x


baron alphaeus // male // five years old // mate of evelyn // x
baroness evelyn // female // four years old // mate of alphaeus // x

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LOUP GRIS MOUNTAIN
december // twenty six degrees fahrenheit // morning

RECAP
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UPDATES
the role play is opened || 12 october 2015
littlcygne. has joined with elisabethene of petrova and kristoffrey of taelynn || 12 october 2015
broken* has joined with olivia of petrova and brita of taelynn || 12 october 2015
Casimir has joined with zahir of petrova || 20 october 2015
GrayStar51 has joined with finnegan of petrova and evelyn of taelynn || 21 october 2015
Lerrie. has joined with ren of taelynn ||22 october 2015
Casimir has added dyani of taelynn || 22 october 2015
Chasing_Stars has added keeva of petrova and darcus of petrova || 26 october 2015
here with me. has joined with alphaeus || 27 october 2015
the role play is is starting || 27 october 2015

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darling elisabethene woke up on the cold december morning with a faint noise that exited her maw, resembling a bambi-like yawn. her dark orbs looked looked at the brute that she was snuggled up with. zahir. she was not sure if he was awake yet or if he was even startled by her waking. elisabethee was restless for the past few nights; her dreams kept her awake or made her wake up. last night though, she slept peacefully and calmly.

her nose wiggled, the scent of the chilling and dry winter air keeping into the den to mix with zahir's scent and also her scent; it was a mix of the lavender flowers that she loved to bring to the end to help her sleep better and the strawberries that she used to just roll around in ever autumn, summer, and spring. she was near those two things so often, the scent just caught on.

elisabethene softly slipped away from her mate's side and stood up, shaking her snow white coat to get rid of anything that might have landed on it, she quietly slipped away and gave a small shiver when she padded out of her den and onto the crunching snow. she wondered who else was up at this point, perhaps finnegan was up? she loved his company, but elisabethene doubted that anybody else was awake due to the winter clouds blocking the sun. the snow had stopped falling, but the bone chilling weather was still here. two more months of this and then she could do the things she loved to do once again.

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his thick coat provided more than enough heat for him to walk around the territory all morning. he loathed spending time in that den when his "queen" was still there. at this point, kristoffrey was not even sure that brita was even there, he had been out all night and his dark eyes were quite tired. he sat underneath an evergreen tree, seeking some alone time, but he did wish that there was somebody near him. he hated interaction, but feeling lonesome was not one of kristoffrey's favourite things. he would never admit how lonely he was, but kristoffrey often longed for a friend; a real friend was what he seeked. brita and evelyn was company, but he was never satisfied with any of them. of anybody.

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Keeva
female ✧ 4 years ✧ duchess ✧ petrova

Keeva woke to shivers passing up and down her spine, she slowly opened up her yellow eyes, bushing up her fur as she did so. Her eyes landed on Finnegan first, finding the reason why she woke so cold. The white female frowned as she saw his sleeping form a tail length away from where she lay. Keeva let a sigh escape her maw and she watched as a cloud of white puffed from her muzzle. She stood up slowly and stretched out her stuff legs, her muscles clenched from curling up tightly during the cold night. The soft-spoke female left the den, a storm of emotions mixing up inside of her. Keeva kept her eyes down, watching as her paws sunk into the snow Finnegan will soon return to the way he used to be... He's just still shaken from the battle.. she thought. Her vain attempt to convince herself failed miserably and she was left to her own thoughts.

Keeva found a patch of snow that was thinner and she scraped it away with a paw, revealing dark brown soil. In a quick motion the small female turned and sat down on the patch of dirt. She lifted her pale yellow eyes to the sky, her nose twitched as she scented the crisp, morning air. The scent of snow was on the breeze as it tugged on her soft fur, the wind picked up and sent flurries of snow around the clearing. The snow on the ground was a thick layer of powder and the wind easily caught the small flakes a blew them around the white and cream wolf. Keeva twitched her ears around the camp, listening to the sounds of the petrova pack's territory and of all the other wolves sleeping around her.

Darcus
male☽☾4 years☽☾baron☽☾petrova

Darcus twitched in his sleep, a terrible dream tearing through his peaceful sleep. He was standing alone in a clearing and all at once the sound of howling filled the air around him. The white male peered into the dark forest that surrounded and suddenly a strangled voice sounded behind him. Darcus froze, his eyes stretched wide, his ears pinned back against his head and his tail tucked in between his legs, that voice, it was all too familiar. He whipped around his eyes catching in the sight of his mother, wounds filled her pelt, wounds that he inflicted. He let out a whimper as his mother drew closer, "It's your fault..." She said, her jaws drilling with saliva, "you did this to me.." The she wolf snarled, "you killed me! Your own mother!" She howled. Darcus shook his head, "No, I-I didn't mean to!" he said quietly, but she was advancing, her maw opening to reveal sharp teeth. Darcus crouched close to the ground as she sprang towards him and te white wolf shut his eyes, waiting for the feeling of teeth piercing his skin... But it never came.

Darcus opened his eyes, his one good eyes adjusting quickly to the dark den. He let a shaky breath escape his mouth and he calmed his heart beat which was beating rapidly out of control. Just a dream... It was just a dream. he told himself quickly. The baron shook his head, scattering his dream like water droplets and he pushed the pieces to the back of his mind. Darcus glanced beside him to see Olivia, he felt himself become calm and he rested his head on his paws, dismissing all other thoughts from his brain. He watched the cold morning outside and watched his breath produce a cloud of white smoke. The large male debated on going out to hunt, but he shook the thought away, he wasn't very good at hunting anyways.

[pouty]

駻 г ｅｎ
"ｔｈｅ d u k e "

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Brute ♂ || Taelynn Pack||
Four Years Old


" Heaven has no
rage like love to hatred
turned, nor hell a fury
like a woman scorned. "


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» Despite being inside of what Ren called ' a pitiful excuse for a den ', the cold from the newly fallen snow caused the male to be shoved out of his dreamless slumber. If this was any other day, he would shove away the idea of getting up and would force himself to sleep again, yet today was different. Not only was something sticking into his ribs, but the birds also dared singing this early in the day.
Without thinking twice, Ren simply slipped out of the den in hopes of getting to kill something that would make the mistake of making noise. Before taking off, he also spared a thought of fixing up the den in some way, letting a few seconds of thought pass to consider whether the cold touched Dyani and whether she'd thought about improving their den in some way.
Once he destroyed the once unmarked white blanket that covered the camp, the male was quick to set off into the surrounding forest. The moment he was surrounded by apparent nothingness, the brute willed himself to notice the details in the newly fallen snow - if there was any sign of anything alive that had passed through recently.
A few moments later Ren was already chasing down a hare. He let it get away a few times now, just for the sake of something to do. The second he'd end the hare's life, he'd be forced to go back to camp - and then what ? Pushing the thought away, the hare was granted 2 more getaways before its life was cut short.
Not being particularly hungry at that moment, the wolf caught the hare by its bloodied scruff and began making his way back to the camp.

[GrayStar51]

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↳ x Evelyn awoke to a cool draft entering her den. It frosted her nose, and she stubbornly tucked her muzzle into Alphaeus. That was one of his better qualities, he was quite peaceful to sleep with and his thick white coat kept her warm and safe from winter's deadly chill. It was, in this moment, as if everything was at peace. However, at some point, Evelyn had to wake up, back to the stark reality that was her life. Her mate only tolerated her, her queen despised her, and her king was playing games, almost taunting her with the false notion of security. For Evelyn, life was anything but peaceful.

The slender female woke once again from her light slumber, as hunger called from the depths of her stomach. It's relentless grumbling caused her to toss and turn in the den. The last thing Evelyn wanted was to wake her volatile mate, so she reluctantly left the warm safety of the den to go out in search of food. She trotted down a path that had been worn into the frozen ground, nearly clear of the snow. She wasn't expecting much, just a little something to take the edge off her hunger pains. After a decent search, she found a trace of a rabbit nearby. Evelyn followed the tracks and eventually had caught a skinny white rabbit for herself. It wasn't much, but in this harsh season, she would take just about anything. Evelyn was just about to dig into her prize, when she caught a whiff of a familiar scent. Musty and frostbitten, it was the smokey musk of her king, Kristoffery. Her first instinct was to run off and eat her rabbit in peace. But that would be unwise, she judged. Perhaps offering to share her humble catch would be best, otherwise Kristoffery might find her later with the smell of a fresh kill. Indeed, but first, Evelyn had to find him. Finding Kristoffery shouldn't have been that difficult, since he featured a dark coat. But the king was a master of the lone life, and he could hide wherever he wanted. It took much effort, but finally, Evelyn spotted him sitting proudly under a tree. Her was, as usual, alone.

Evelyn approached, her offering hanging limp from her mouth. Blood had stained her chin and the front of her neck, but otherwise it was a clean kill. As she approached, she dropped the rabbit before him and looked up to meet his gaze. In a quiet tone, almost as if not to disturb the tranquility of the moment, Evelyn greeted him. "Good morning, my king."

ғ ɪ ɴ ɴ ᴇ ɢ ᴀ ɴ

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↳ x Finnegan felt a disturbance in the den, and woke suddenly, almost as if in fright. He calmed down swiftly, seeing it was only his restless mate who had unsettled him. Finn lifted his head and observed Keeva in silence. The dim light gave her a luminescent glow, but the den was otherwise dark. Finnegan stretched his paws, but stayed laying down, or else his head would hit the roof of the den if he sat up. He wasn't too happy about being disrupted in his sleep, and addressed his issue quickly. "Keeva, what are you doing waking me up this early? It's too frigid to be up and about at this hour."He said unhappily. He tried to curl back up, but the damage was done. He could not get comfortable, and his attempts to fall back asleep were in vain. The cold creeped into his bones, despite his thickened coat. Finnegan didn't stand up to the cold very well. His body was thin and lengthy, allowing much of his body heat to escape through his long legs. Sleep was his only escape from the discomfort of daily life. The cold put him on edge, in more ways than one. It chilled him to his core, making him grumpy and easily disgruntled. It also sharpened his mind, making his anxious condition that much worse. Keeva barely understood any of this. He felt like she didn't know him at all, and everything she did only sent him further over the edge. Perhaps he was overreacting. Perhaps not.

[casimir]

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dya / female /
duchess of taelynn
tags: ren

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If there was anything that Dyani was good at; it was being precariously sneaky. From the morning stretch to the thrill of his murdering of the innocent hare, Dyani had seen it all. She had thoroughly calculated his tactics with her tail ruffled and poofed. She would suggest a tactic later, but at that moment the animal that dangled from his maw was her upmost concern. Stomach rumbling so loudly she was sure he'd hear her as she snuggled in the bush that he was preparing to pass, Dyani shot forward and clamped onto the hind foot of the rabbit, releasing a ripple of snarls that would seem vicious to any other wolf - but play to Ren. She ripped the hare's back leg free trotting ahead of him with a soft cackle muffled by the fur of the bunny. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, the leg dancing in the air as if it were still trying to hop free of her jaws. She plopped it to the snow-drunk ground, biting into the still hot flesh lingering on the splintered bones.

"Wonderful catch, darling." She mocked, yellow eyes honing in on the brute's. She rolled her ears back at a lazy demeanor. She met the wolf as her equal - never her higher. The day Dyani submitted to Ren would be an interesting one, indeed. Head tilted she ran her tongue over the remaining drops of blood that still splattered her muzzle.

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zahir / male /
king of petrova
tags: open

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The moment she left his side, Zahir knew it. He remained where he was, still clogged with the fingers of sleep, but the disappearance of the queen's snowy white pelt was a prominent coldness. Zahir drew a rattling breath, shivering at the reach of winter that tucked inside his bones. He disliked the crisp burn that filled his long each morning that he rose from his slumber. Zahir didn't care for any discomfort at all, really, but he was no one to voice his complaints. Groggy, the black wolf lifted his head numbly from the earth eyes peering blurrily through his surroundings. Most of the wolves were stirring already - ugh, was it really time to wake? A yawn parted the king's jaw as he reached to stretch out his limbs. Ears drooped as much as his eyes and tail, Zahir staggered to his feet, shaking his ebony pelt free of the powder that chilled him. Eyes squinted and growl rumbling his throat, the large brute stiffly made his way to the creek that lie not far from the camp. Zahir was in fact, not a morning wolf.

Ears pinned and lip half-curled, Zahir retracted his paw from a sudden dip of water. He'd crunched through some of the ice coating a small puddle. Deciding it was better than shuffling through the mile high drifts to get a lap, Zahir bent his head to pull in the icy stream. He grunted when he'd finished, a disgruntled expression settling on his maw. Even the water was ridiculous biting. Jaws clicking shut, Zahir padded back to the center of his camp, eyes wandering over his stirring denmates.

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Keeva
female ✧ 4 years ✧ duchess ✧ petrova

Keeva heard Finnegan's voice come from the den that was only a few paces behind her. She stood and padded back to den her tail swaying slightly. The white female peered in at Finnegan, "It isn't that early and if you get up you would get warmer easier," she said softly, her bright eyes watching his curled up frame, "Mostly everyone is up by now anyways, you wouldn't want to upset the King and Queen by sleeping in late, would you?she said, her voice having a teasing tone to it. Keeva could tell he was upset by be woken up and she was trying to lift the mood. It was also easier to hide her worry about Finnegan if she used the lighter tone, it was like a mask to cover up how she was feeling. Whatever Keeva did, it was to help him, but all of her attempts failed and they just ended up growing further apart. She flattened her ears and stared sadly at him, "You know you can tell me about anything right? I promise I'll listen...." her voice trailed off softly and she looked down. Her positive tone replaced by a worried and sad one. She sighed softly and pulled her head away from the den.

Keeva turned and looked out over the camp, her eyes catching the sight of king Zahir padding into camp. She watched with her pale yellow eyes as he took his place in the center of the camp, "Good morning, Zahir," she called softly to the king. Keeva sat back in her spot that she had cleared away, she decided that if either Finnegan or Zahir wanted to speak with her they would find her. She felt the chilly air sting body with cold as she fluffed up her soft fur and curled her tail over her paws. Keeva could feel the cold tugging at her fur, trying to get past the thick layer of cream and white. The agile wolf took a long, slow blink and let her mind wander, keeping the worrisome thoughts of Finnegan locked away in a corner of her mind.

Darcus
male☽☾4 years☽☾baron☽☾petrova

Darcus twitched in his sleep, a terrible dream tearing through his peaceful sleep. He was standing alone in a clearing and all at once the sound of howling filled the air around him. The white male peered into the dark forest that surrounded and suddenly a strangled voice sounded behind him. Darcus froze, his eyes stretched wide, his ears pinned back against his head and his tail tucked in between his legs, that voice, it was all too familiar. He whipped around his eyes catching in the sight of his mother, wounds filled her pelt, wounds that he inflicted. He let out a whimper as his mother drew closer, "It's your fault..." She said, her jaws drilling with saliva, "you did this to me.." The she wolf snarled, "you killed me! Your own mother!" She howled. Darcus shook his head, "No, I-I didn't mean to!" he said quietly, but she was advancing, her maw opening to reveal sharp teeth. Darcus crouched close to the ground as she sprang towards him and te white wolf shut his eyes, waiting for the feeling of teeth piercing his skin... But it never came.

Darcus opened his eyes, his one good eyes adjusting quickly to the dark den. He let a shaky breath escape his mouth and he calmed his heart beat which was beating rapidly out of control. Just a dream... It was just a dream. he told himself quickly. The baron shook his head, scattering his dream like water droplets and he pushed the pieces to the back of his mind. Darcus glanced beside him to see Olivia, he felt himself become calm and he rested his head on his paws, dismissing all other thoughts from his brain. He watched the cold morning outside and watched his breath produce a cloud of white smoke. The large male debated on going out to hunt, but he shook the thought away, he wasn't very good at hunting anyways.