Into The Wild Discusion V.2

[haru ;]

@ floshee,
Do you mind if Astra and Kenai have a mutual interest in each other just like in version one?

[Alizei]

@rarest grace;

Sure!
I just need some time to post Kenai's form. I will add him later today

[lynettetan1]

Severo

“Don't ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my kindness for weakness."

Just a taste.
Name: Severo
Nickname: Sev
Looks: Hello.
Gender: Male
Age: 5
Rank: Lead hunter
Sexuality: Bisexual


Things left unsaid...
Personality: At first, Sev is quite hard to place. For a lead hunter, Sev doesn't have much of a presence when he feels he doesn't need one. This brute has a knack for just seeming to blend into the environment, to the point where one's attention just slides off him as one of the masses when he comes into the room. He walks soundlessly and his motions are so fluid it is hard to tell where one ends and another begins. It isn't that he doesn't seem to care about anything, but more like he seems to have nothing unique about him. When everyone in furious, he is quiet, ears pinned, hackles raised. When everyone seems tense, he walks more stiffly, jaw clenched. However, it's not apparent if he feels the same way. His actions mirror others almost reflexively, just enough to fit in, and not enough to stand out. When others notice enough to ask, he shrugs, saying it's automatic. He learnt it from a young age, and he just never got rid of it. It's not as if he disappears, but more like he seems so normal that you would not register that Sev is there unless you were actively looking for him.

Usually, Sev is a pretty average wolf. Because of his habit of blending in, no one really notices him at first, but then kind of include him after. He is the lead hunter, after all. He is a bit shy, but with a warm heart. He laughs at jokes, seems to be tired in the mornings, takes his job a little too seriously, makes the occasional jaded comment and enjoys giving the wolves he opens up to a gentle rib or two. He's just a nice wolf to be around, the plain guy that is just a good, solid wolf thats just nice to have around.

However, there are moments when he seems to come into himself. Sometimes it's when the death filters into his prey's eyes, sometimes it's when he's engaging in normal conversation, and there's a change in demeanour as he watches his partner. In those moments, Sev seems to honestly just be calmly watching everything, which is somehow unsettling in an odd sort of way. It's as if he is analysing everything and anything and storing it for later use, though usually he simply watches other wolves. Most of the time, Sev tries to loosen up around his pack, tries to walk a little more stridently, talk a little louder. He does not want them feeling unsettled around him, though it seems to happen anyway, much to his dismay.

At his base, Sev is pretty uncaring about a lot of things, not minding if he drenches the forest with blood just to keep the pack together and well. He does care for the pack, seeing as they helped him when he was low down and actually accepted him, despite him being so naturally suspicious and all. He is very reflective, and often thinks about what to do, though he never really shares his opinion, his mouth being tightly shut most of the time. Sev is a very kind hearted wolf, though he knows that for something to be had, something must be lost in return.

One defining characteristic about this odd little wolf would be his obedience. When given an order, Sev follows it through without question, with no heed to his own safety. Order him to go after a bear and he would quietly stand up and start tracking it without a moment's hesitation, lunge at it when he is already injured. His level of obedience and dedication is almost terrifying, with how one wouldn't even expect it, seeing as he wasn't even pack born. This subservience seems inculcated into every cell of his being, and everyone higher then him knows it. He would go patrolling the border with the same attention he would give to sacrificing his life, and when fulfilling an order his face seems almost emotionless. He will carry out any order given to him by his higher up in the most efficient way possible, obeying each order without a thought. It almost seems like it isn't even his choice.

Towards the hunters, however, Sev is a good leader. He is very good at the hunt, and understanding prey mentality. He is known to get a little frustrated when someone fails, and tends to want to take matters into his own hands, though he tries to control this urge now, and tries to teach better. He deploys hunts well, and is very efficient. When matters are put into Sev's paws, he solves them. Simple as that. A quiet, serious, outstandingly mundane wolf, Sev is an odd one indeed.

History:Sev has had a pretty hard time. Born into a pack with insane alphas, he took his first breath in a world where he could have died in the very next moment if the alpha so much as did not like the colour of his fur. His alphas were insane, but well united and powerful. Two broken souls meeting each other, resulting in a miraculous disaster. If wolves hesitated in following an order, they were killed without a thought, and if the alphas were in a bad mood and they had nothing good to report, they were killed as well.

In this world, Sev watched his sister die right before his eyes because the female alpha thought she had flirted with the alpha male, before jumping up as he was ordered to quickly dispose of the body. He watched his father die because he didn't bring back enough prey. His mother clutched on to him as he tried to run away, pleading with him to stay, not wanting to die. He did. Partly because he didn't want to cause the death of his mother, mostly because he'd been too scared to run away in the first place.

He watched the other wolves, realised how the other wolves that survived were all the mundane, not those that were good enough to pose a threat, but not those that were deemed useless either. He forced himself to copy mannerisms, let himself die so the alphas wouldn't have to kill him, and survived.

As powerful as the alphas were, however, ultimate power never really did last. When expanding their borders one winter,his old pack ran into this one. By that time, the alphas were old and the pack numbers were small due to the alphas picking off their own pack. With the usual obedience, the pack fought, the only snarling heard coming from the alphas and the other pack. Sev often wonders what Ariya and the others saw. Did they see emotionlessness? Obedience? Or blind, unadulterated fear?

They killed the alphas of Sev's old pack, and Sev, lucid enough to understand that meant the end of an era, stopped fighting, allowing himself to get bowled over, surrendering immediately. The way he saw it, his fight was over. Like the alphas before, they would kill everyone, and take over the land. The others must have thought the same, but they refused to stop fighting, the fear of the alphas urging them on more than the actual presence of their dead bodies lying in the ground. There was no choice but to kill them.

When it was over, Sev's eyes opened only out of morbid curiosity, wondering why he wasn't dead yet. To his surprise, they seemed almost upset that they had to kill, perhaps maybe even a little shocked. He grovelled obediently, presenting his belly, waiting for them to end it almost expectantly, but they offered for him to join them. Shocked, he agreed immediately(Never would he be one to say no to authority, after all)

And now, Sev is here. He has grown more accustomed to the fact that he won't die if he walks too confidently, has accepted that he has lost quite a lot of himself that he probably had, and tries to find it again every now and then. He tries to fit in to the pack, but old habits die hard. He loves this pack, loves it's environment, and will try his very best to help it prosper.

The little things...
Pet Peeves: Wolves who can't back up what they say. Things taking longer then they should. Someone saying they will do something within a certain amount of time, but then not doing it.
Fears:Not being able to protect anyone he cares about. Not being able to satisfy an order(He is trying to get over this)
Loves: Long walks, feeling efficient, pups, faes.
Weaknesses: He cannot say no to his higher ups, which isn't necessarily a problem, but thinking for himself would be good. Pups would be another, because he feels that he has basically wasted his life, but pups have all of theirs ahead of them, so they are that much more important.
Strengths: Hunting- Sev is often on prey before they can even blink
Blending in-When he doesn't want to be noticed, it can be very hard to find Sev, even if he is right in front of your face.

Ties that bind, ties that break.
Family:Mother-Dead
Father-Dead
Siblings: Astra, though he doesn't know it.
Crush: Open
Mate:None.

Random stuff I couldn't put anywhere else.
[size=85]Other: Nothing much

[MistressAnubis]

ᔕᕼOᖇTY

ᗯᕼEᑎ ᒪIᖴE ᑭᑌTᔕ YOᑌ

{name}
Shorty
{age}
7 Years
{breed/species}
Tibetan Spaniel
{rank/pack}
Dog Pack - Scout

Iᑎ TOᑌGᕼ ᔕITᑌᗩTIOᑎᔕ

{appearance}
His figure is short and solid with an overall height of roughly 10 inches and a weight of around 15 pounds. Limbs are stocky with wide paws, though they're mostly hidden under the thick dark coat that blankets his form. Head is squarish and large though not without proportion to his bulky frame, and bottom incisors are always apparent, peeking over his upper lip as a result of an under bite.

ᗪOᑎ'T ᔕᗩY "ᗯᕼY ᗰE?"

{personality}
Shorty can be compared to a grenade-- tiny but deadly. With fierce tempers and enough fearlessness to tell off a wolf, this little spit can surely hold his own. Shorty is tough and stubborn as all get out with a big bark and an even bigger bite. He doesn't stand for ridiculing and will not hesitate to put another dog in their place should they insult him, no matter how much larger they are than himself. As long as he remains undisturbed, Shorty is generally content and won't often go out of his way to provoke another.

ᔕᗩY "TᖇY ᗰE!"

{biography}
He'd spent his whole life around humans, from the time he could open his eyes until the time they disappeared. His earlier years were spent with a family, young children and a huge yard to run in, though as he grew older Shorty came to favor the simpler things in life-- a long nap, a patch of sun to snooze in, a quiet afternoon.. His patience began to run thin and after he snapped at one of the children for pulling on his tail, he was sent away to stay with an older couple. Finally Shorty was able to enjoy the peaceful days and restful nights he desired, and he lived for many years in bliss. However, nothing wonderful lasts forever. The people began to disappear, and one morning the older couple packed up their bags. They left Shorty in the yard with the gate ajar and he watched as their car rumbled away. Shorty, resilient little guy, set to work immediately honing his skills of rat hunting, and before long he was able to sustain himself. It was when he crossed into dog territory that Shorty made the ultimate decision to join the ranks so that he might have some relief from his strenuous job of surviving.

[Alizei]

“вeιng wнo yoυ are ιѕ мore ιмporтanт тнan вeιng wнo oтнerѕ eхpecт yoυ тo вe”
@ form & character belong to му ∂яєαмѕ
███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████

███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████

✗ ｎａｍｅ Kenai
✗ ｐｒｏｎｕｎｃｉａｔｏｎ Key - n - eye
✗ ｍｅａｎｉｎｇ Black Bear
✗ ｓｅｘ Male
✗ ａｇｅ four years old
✗ ｋｉｎ xxx
✗ ｐａｃｋ Wolf Pack
✗ ｒａｎｋ Warrior
✗ ｃｒｕｓｈ Astra
✗ ｍａｔｅ xxx
✗ ｏｆｆｓｐｒｉｎｇ xxx

✕✖ ✕✖ ✕✖ ✕✖ ✕✖ ✕✖ ✕✖ ✕✖ ✕✖ ✕✖ ✕✖ ✕✖ ✕✖ ✕✖ ✕✖ ✕✖ ✕✖

✗ ａｐｐｅｒａｎｃｅ
Black wolf with brownish underfur. Visibly darker 'mask' on the head, along the spine and on the tail tip. Shiny, medium- length
coat, thicker around the neck, harsh to the touch with a much more soft underfur. Medium-sized, stiff ears held erect. He's fit,
well-built and majestic. Sized like an average male wolf. Pale yellow eyes with an intelligent and friendly expression.


✗ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
pos. traits ; honourable, loyal, brave, selfless, caring, loving, friendly, mischievous, curious, adventurous, humorous, wise, helpful
neg. traits ; stubborn, determined, can't keep a secret, over-protective, talkative

Courageous, loyal and honourable. The three strongest traits of this wolf. He always shows his real self to both strangers
and close wolves. The brute is responsible and wise what makes him a great warrior and pack member. He's also serious most of the time,
but around friends is mischievous and humorous. The brute is known for positive nature and friendly attitude towards other canines.
He's always there for anybody who needs him or asks for help. Although he's helpful and nice towards everybody, he knows which
wolves are trustworthy or which ones are his friends. Shy wolves who don't know him wouldn't feel good around Kenai, because he
talks too much and can make them feel awkward. He's curious and adventurous, likes exploring new places in his free time. Kenai
is also over-protective, he will check the surroundings thousands of times to be sure that there is no danger for the pack. Although
he's a skilled and experienced fighter, Kenai would rather talk than use violence. Struggle is the extremity for him. He's also very
stubborn. When he decides to do something, he'll do it no matter what others say. No matter in what danger it can put himself. In
dangerous situations he thinks about his loved ones, never about his own safety. Kenai is determined, if he has a goal he'll never
give up until it's reached. He's very honest and can't keep a secret if it demands a lie. Wolves close to him are really important for
Kenai and he'd never do anything against them. He's social and outgoing, couldn't imagine his life without other wolves. He likes spending
his time in an active way instead of laying in one place. Kenai doesn't feel good around reserved, quiet and closed in their own worlds
wolves.
As a pack wolf, Kenai respects all wolves. He treats his job very seriously. For him, pack is the biggest gift and it needs to be protected.

[Alizei]

res. relations

[Lavellan]

┌────────────┐

│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│

The Basics:
Name: Daithí (Daw-hee)
Nickname: Anything, really. If it
sounds like you're talking to him,
he'll answer ya.
Gender: Male
Age: Three years
Voice: Miles Luna

Breed: Gray Wolf
Coloring: Tan undercoat, with a
black and gray topcoat
Eyes: Deep Brown
Scars: Nothing big, plenty of
small ones
Scent: A very faint smell of
coffee

Rank: Hunter
Desired Rank: He's happy enough
with his current rank, and it may
be argued that he's too
immature for a higher rank.

│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
│
└────────────┘

╔══════════════════════════════╗

║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║

About Daithí - The Inside:
"About me, huh? Watcha wanna know?"

Likes: "Likes? Hmm, what do I like? I quite enjoy the rain - the cool drops landing on my fur and the scent that
rises from the ground when the water hits it after a long dry period. I also enjoy the company of others, and I
love to chat and just spend time with my pack mates. My favourite time of day is just before dawn, when
everything is quiet, and Spring is the season that I prefer."
Dislikes: "There's not a lot of things on this world that I dislike... Oh, wait, one thing that I dislike is the taste
of fish. I wouldn't say I'm a fussy eater, but if there's nothing to eat but fish, I'd rather starve. I also dislike
hot, hot summer days, and on those days, you'll likely find me in the lake."
Strengths: "Pssh, I'm great at everything... But in particular, I'd list swimming as one strength. Another thing
I'd say is that I'm quite lithe and agile, and because of this I'm quite good at catching small prey."
Weaknesses: "Haha, funny. I'm too awesome... Alright, okay. I'm not great at catching larger prey, and I can't
run very fast for very long. Also, my claws are a little too short to be of any use."
Fears: "Fears? Fears?! I ain't afraid o' nothin'.... Alright, alright, don't tell the faes, but I'm terrified of
bears, snakes and... uhm...birds"
Fatal Flaws: "Well, I know it's probably not obvious, but I'm pretty confident, and I like to show off, okay? I'll
admit that. So I guess that could be counted as a fatal flaw?"

Crush: "Crush? I am too strong to be crushed. Hahaha seriously, I don't have a crush on anyone right now."
~ This is a lie, Daithí might be falling for one of the faes in the pack.
"OOC, quit ratting on me!"

Mate: "No one can tie me down! I'm a free male, baby!"
~ Another lie - Daithí would love to find his 'The One'
"OOC, stoooooop"

Pups: "Well, since the OOC will rat me out anyway - yeah, I guess I'd love pups some day, but I think I'm
too young for them right now..."

║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
╚══════════════════════════════╝

╔════════════════════════════╗

Full Personality:
If Daithí's personality were to be summed up
in one word, it would be 'goofball'. He is a
confident, cocky young wolf who believes
that he is loved by all, and so acts that
way, even with wolves that are in a higher
rank than he. He is a massive flirt, and
will flirt with male or female, wolf or
dog, whether it will get him in trouble
or not. He is a big show-off, and will
never let an opportunity to impress pass
him by. If it goes awry, he will always
brush it off, insisting that that was how
it was meant to happen. That being said,
if you can tolerate him for long enough,
he can be a fantastic friend, providing
an ear for problems, and a kind word
of advice or encouragement if needed.

╚════════════════════════════╝

╔════════════════════════════╗

History:
Daithí's history is nothing of secret, and if
you ask, he'll tell. His parents were two
older wolves of separate packs who
came together for their love, leaving
their packs to live happily. He was
their only son, their other pups were
either stillborn, or died shortly after
the birth. Because of this, his parents
doted over him, and he was,
essentially, spoiled rotten. His parents
joined Ariya's pack in their last months,
and he remained there after they
passed.
He started out as a scout, his long
legs able to carry him easily over
the terrain, but he soon showed promise
as a hunter, and so changed rank.

╚════════════════════════════╝

[Lavellan]

┌───────────────────────────────────┐

│
│
│
│
│
│
│

The Basics:

Name: AndrastexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBreed: Irish WolfhoundxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxRank: Fighter
Nickname: Andi,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxColoring: Cream overall withxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDesired Rank: Well, all dogs
or anything else thatxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxgrey extremeties.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxdream of a high rank,
sounds like her name.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEyes: Brown, almost black.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxright?
Gender: FemalexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxScars: Several on her legs,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxVoice: Elixabeth Maxwell
Age: Five yearsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxmuzzle and ears
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxScent: Coconut

│
│
│
│
│
│
│
└───────────────────────────────────┘

╔══════════════════════════════╗

║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║

About Andraste- The Inside:
"Me? Why'd you wanna know about me?"

Likes: "My likes are simple. I enjoy warm, summer days, good, hearty meals, and inventing and telling stories
of heroes and villains in far off lands and entertaining pups."
Dislikes: "Hah, don't get me started on dislikes. For one thing - snow. My wiry fur was built to withstand the
rainy climate of Ireland, not the freezing snow. I also dislike loud noises, storms, swimming, mud and lizards.
But the one thing I hate, more than anything in this world, is wolves."
Strengths: "Well, my ancestors were bred for one purpose - fighting and defending territories, so I guess
that's a strength, yeah? My size might count as a strength, too, as I can be pretty intimidating."
Weaknesses: "I can sometimes fall over my own paws, especially if I'm excited. Also, most Wolfhounds don't
live much more than 6, so sometimes I can be a bit on the stiff side. Hey, I'm getting old, ya know?"
Fears: "Wolves. Wolves. Wolves... Did I mention wolves? Thousands of generations of breeding can't lie. Also,
large bodies of water and, well... death."
Fatal Flaws: "Well, my entire breed share one particular flaw - we can get extremely distracted by any
moving object, and I can sometimes get distracted by the need to chase whatever moves."

║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
║
╚══════════════════════════════╝

╔════════════════════════════╗

Full Personality:
Just like a lot of dogs of her breed, Andi is an
extremely friendly dog who loves being social.
She can be very playful and silly if the mood
strikes, but if she's on duty, she turns into a
different dog entirely, she becomes serious,
determined and, frankly, vicious. Nothing
will annoy her more than so much as
smelling a wolf, and so if she is anywhere
near the wolf's territory, she will become
highly agitated and jumpy. She can be
easily distracted, and if something
crosses her path it will be chased, be
it dog, prey or threat. She absolutely loves
pups and younger dogs, and will become
an almost 'nanny' to them, if she gets the
chance. When it comes to threats like bears
or big cats (i.e. not wolves), her attacks will
be highly calculated and methodical, but if
she has to come claw to claw with a wolf,
her fighting will become harsh, erratic and,
well, dangerous.

╚════════════════════════════╝

╔════════════════════════════╗

History:
Andi is not one to share her history to anyone,
but it is not exactly a bad one. Originally bred
in Galway, Western Ireland, she was flown to
her current home country at six months, sold
to two rich men who had longed for an Irish
Irish Wolfhound their whole lives. She lived
quite happily with the two men, with a large
garden and woods to explore at her desire. Her
fear of the wolves stemmed from an encounter
she had with a large brute when she was still a
clumsy, gawky pup. The brute attacked her, and
she barely managed to escape, incredibly lucky
to have gotten away with no more than a few
scratches. Shortly before the war, she returned
from a walk with one of her owners to find the
other in the arms of a strange man, and the two
fought. Eventually, one of them left the house,
and the one who remained then joined the war,
leaving Andi in the house alone, and never
returned. She escaped through the woods, and
soon found the pack.

╚════════════════════════════╝

[Lavellan]

Res. for relations c:

[we leaving]

When will we be starting? Will it be when we get a few more members (when you open it)?