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[pouty]

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all of our paths are intertwined. whether you believe in fate or destiny
the fact remains; our choices don't just affect us, but also those whom
we've shared our life with.
it's because of that that we've ended up at this point, isn't it ? all follow
the alpha, they will lead us to safety. but what happens when the alpha
is the one that brought about your downfall ? what if the second in the
chain of command convinced the alpha that that was the only way ? what
if nobody else is brave enough to take over ?
what if... what if the pack decided to not hunt for the sick, what if they
decided to kill off the corrupt - among them the sick ? what if they started
their own pack where only the strong survive ?
and what if none of that happened ?
for now there's only 8 of us left and 'what ifs' are all that some of us have.
others prefer to ditch the 'what ifs' and face reality. which one are you ?

[pouty]

uno. site rules apply
dos. drama, drama, drama !
tres. 1 character per user
cuatro. if you ditch, you get the boot
cinco. no one liners. or two. or three
seis. be friendly. its not high school
siete. forms&chatter go here
ocho. have fun !

[pouty]

sangria | female | 3½ y/o
one of her main traits is her constant open-mind. she often comes up with
solutions to different ideas - hence 'what ifs' are important to her as she
uses them to solve things

adelaide | female | 3yrs 8mths
feel free to make your own personality ect, but one of her main traits
is her ability to forgive - no matter the crime. she will often comfort those
who others deem lost. - hence 'what ifs' are important to her as she uses them
to understand anothers actions. its not her only primary trait, of course c:

alcatraz | male | 4 y/o
one of his main traits is his ability to lead. he would often lead the hunting parties or
a defense plan - hence 'what ifs' are important to him as he uses them to come
up with possible flaws that may arise

[pouty]

eirlys | female | 4 y/o
one of her main traits is her ability to stay down to earth. she often gives reality
checks to different ideas - hence 'what ifs' are useless to her as she states the reality
of things and prefers facts over vague what ifs

florence | female | 4 y/o
feel free to make your own personality ect, but one of her main traits
is her ability to judge - whether its a plan or a person, she often finds herself being right
about most things. - hence 'what ifs' are useless as she uses reality to judge and what ifs
aren't needed. its not her only primary trait, of course c:

chase | male | 4 y/o
one of his main traits is his intellect . he would often be the one to make the
final calls when he was still in a pack - hence 'what ifs' aren't of significance. however,
he still finds himself using them from time to time

kiba | male | 4&6mths
one of his main traits is his ability to stay objective. he's not emotionless, but picking
holes in plans and explanations - no matter who they belong to, is his expertise. 'what ifs'
aren't important because they're not the facts, they're not what actually occurred.

barclay | male | 3&6mths
one of his main traits is his ability to plan. he would often be the one
sketching out specific steps to reach the main goal - hence 'what ifs'
sometimes get in the way, yet he still indulges in them from time to time

[pouty]

whether its family bonds or something more romantic xxxxxxxxxxxx

[pouty]

> Name ;; Kiba > Age ;; Four and a Half Years Old > Crush ;; n/a > Role ;; Be Objective

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The sun wasn't even at it's highest yet, but Kiba was already grumbling under his breath - looking at everyone and everything with a scowl. He didn't know who the official leader of this parody of a pack was - and he wasn't prepared to shoot his guess at Alcatraz yet - but he knew that they would all need to move pretty soon. Too soon. Where would they go ? Where was prey at its best ? Most importantly, where did everyone else go ?
Sighing, the brute decided to not worry about that alone. What was the point, when 2 heads are better than one. Or, in this case its 8 heads being better than one.
With a yawn, Kiba marched out of the makeshift shelter - not being particularly silent while doing so. Setting out for a hunt right now, he decided, would be quite stupid since the others were bound to wake up soon and hunting party orders would be agreed on - making the catching of the already scarce prey a bit more likely.
Looking around, he deemed their camp of 3 weeks pathetic. A few tree logs marked out the outer perimeter of the small camp which was otherwise sheltered by trees and bushes. One rather large dead tree stood in its dead center, surrounded by dirt and patches of grass. Inside the camp were a few decent enough spots to sleep which sheltered you well enough from the elements.
The area, he thought at the time, would do for a few days. Maybe even a week. But 3 was pushing it. It was too small for the amount of wolves staying here, that was obvious from the tension that began to be more and more common between wolves. Yes, moving was vital. The sooner, the better. He mumbled, before sketching out the turns and the members of each hunting party.

Tags ;; pack, Alcatraz [mentioned]

[Lady_Novianti]

Sangria~~Female~~3.5~~Crush; Open~~Tags; Alone

Sangria watched the sun rise, a glowing orb making it's way up into the sea of blue. White puffy, sheep like clouds dotted the horizon, but that was her least concern. The fae breathed in the cool, refreshing air. Alone.. She sighed, and looked around. Her marbled grey coat was easily spotted in the lush green underbrush, but she didnt mind. Her mind flew from hunting plans, to what could happen and even where everything could be laid out. Sangria's mind flashed from what if to what if, and she smiled lightly as everything fell into place. She nodded as a cool breeze blew through her fur, and closing her eyes Sangria relaxed.

[pochei.]

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the dull golden rays of the sun were beginning to peek over the treetops, casting deeps shadows wher
ever he looked. pointedly, he faced away from the bright orb, fearful not only for his eyes, but for wh
at the day would bring.

he was stiff from staying too long awkward position, but that would be easily remedied, at least. stret
ching his limbs while watching the makeshift camp with a appraising eye, he noted his packmates - if t
hey could still be counted as a pack - appear, one by one. he wasn't the first to waken, then. he never
expected to, to be honest. he was no heavy sleeper, but he rarely woke early.

he was currently precariously close to the current camp's borders, the trees barely a step away from h
im. usually, it would be no matter, and his packmates would be more than a match for anything that ca
me out of the woods. now, however, they were weak. he really a houldnt risk it for too long, refreshing
as it may be to stay out of reach of the other wolves. it was important to excercise caution, especially
now.

he stood up straighter now, and trotted over towards where his clanmates were, scattered, but closer
to each other than he was. he paused for a moment, mouth opening wide in a yawn, before continuing.

[LewisLone]

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Barclay; Clay
Male
Three & a half years
Ability to plan
Tags: Open | Camp
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Whisking aside pebbles with his tail, Barclay slowly blinked after being awoken by the shuffle of the others getting up. His head rested neatly on his paws, the ragged wolf let out a huff, as his pupils adjusted to the sun's bright rays. He had slept between a couple of flat stones towards the side of camp, on a patch of flattened dirt. It was rather cold on his stomach, and there wasn't much room for movement, but it was the only place he could get any sort of rest. Flicking his ears, he lifted his head and looked out at his packmates. With a deep sigh, Clay stood up and shook himself, flinging the dust and dead grass of the night, out of his pelt.

Barclay made his way to the center of camp, glancing at Kiba and the others along the way.

[Lady_Novianti]

Sangria~~Female~~3.5~~Crush; Open~~Tags; Alone

Sangria heard the rest of her 'pack' waking up, and decided it would be best to not be absent where duties where being assigned. The marble fae stood, shaking her coat of stones. They glittered in the light, and landed with a slight tinkling as they where cast against the ground. Skirting the farthest she could muster from the pack, Sangria took up her place in the back, right next to a small path she used daily to get to her temporary den.