𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 -♕- d&f

[* Born Free *]

@. mira ., that works for me, I'll be working on my post shortly as well!

[. mira .]

@born free,
i'll be posting in a few minutes; working on the post right now. rhea will be hunting a sickly deer and about to pounce on it.. maybe broc comes up and scares it off, making rhea mad?

edit;; dutch is open for interaction, in his den
edit #2;; dutch is having a nightmare and barking in his sleep, maybe someone could go in and wake him up?

[shadow~wolf]

if anyone wants to have relationships or friendships with my characters that'd be great!

[* Born Free *]

@colliepawz, I have Kivuli and Ryxx open for any relations

@. mira ., I now have my post up, it's a little rough because I was trying to be quick!

@everyone, I have both Kivuli and Ryxx open for interaction, Ryxx is sitting at a tree and Kivuli is playing in a creek.

[. mira .]

@born free,
no problem, i understand

dutch is open for relations and i'm looking for some high-maintenance feisty girl for him to tame lol

[feyre.archeron]

female • warrior • three years & two months • bisexual • deacon (brother) • no crush/mate • no pups • voice: mal maleficent

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There is a distinctive allure to Mal, one that is difficult to explain. Her coat is a shimmering obsidian with a glossy hue that shines almost purple in the light, similar to that of a raven. She has a sleek yet muscular build that grants her strength beyond her size. Standing at two feet and two inches tall she weighs in at around 93.23 pounds, leaving her at the slightly smaller size range for female wolves, though you would never notice. She has a slim, distinctive facial structure with a longer muzzle and beautiful round eyes the color of golden honey. Her fur is longer than most all year round though it thickens out during the winter just like any other wolves. There is a scar on her left shoulder from a scuffle with a pack mate, and a scar just a top her nose given to her by her father when she disappointed him during training. She has never explained to anyone about that scar. Her scent is that of pine wood, snow and a light tinge of blood.

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adventurous • captivating • cunning • di
sciplined • brilliant • controlled • daring
determined • knowledgable • adaptable

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intense • earthy • charming • outspoken • proud
sarcastic • stern • stubborn • solemn • tough • c
aptivating • open-minded • aloof • private

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abrupt • abrasive • blunt • cautious • err
atic • compulsive • feiry • impulsive • re
actionary • strong-willed • possessive

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Unlike her brother, the storm that bore witness to Mal’s birth was significant. Representative of the storm that raged within the young she-wolf for the majority of her life, and the storm she would grow to be. At birth, Mal was the second smallest, but she was strong and fiery, a daughter, her parents were proud to have bore. She braved the winter colds and lived, along with her brother Deacon, despite the loss of each and every other one of her siblings. It was a harsh reality for a young pup to bear in the first months of life, but one that would forever change her. At a young age, she was expected to be like her father, a warrior by nature and surely by birth right. She was taught to carry the distaste of relationships and friendships alike, to be a true warrior meant to love none but herself. When she dared ask about her father's love for her mother, she was reprimanded for being weak and for thinking far more than she should, resulting the scar above her nose. As she grew, she trained and fought day and night, until her bones ached and her muscles screamed at her to stop, but even that did not stop her. Not until the day her father vanished. She would lay with her eyes closed, ears perked, listening to the sound of her mother slip from the kennel, the soft call of her voice as she cried out for her mate. She blamed Deacon, but she couldn’t truly decide if she hated him or loved him for the loss. In the end, hating him was easier than admitting how thoroughly she despised her own father. She distanced herself from him, even more so due to his rank versus’ her own. She was vicious and cruel, but her heart ached for his comfort, especially when her mother’s soft pawsteps never re-entered the den. On a morning patrol she found her mother's body, mutilated by that of another creature, presumably a bear, and her heart shattered. Her brother was almost inconsolable at the news and there was not much she could do but lay at his side and withdraw from the hate she often laid upon his hide. When the pack began to fall apart, she barely even noticed, grieving her parents and her alpha was enough for one wolf to bear, had it not been for the whimpering of her brother at her side,

[feyre.archeron]

✩Pronounced as dee-con✩
male • three years & two months • omega • pansexual

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• Active
• Benevolent
• Daring
• Enthusiastic
• Fun-Loving
• Honest
• Humble
• Intelligent
• Loyal
• Mature
• Observant
• Protective
• Romantic

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• Ambitious
• Cute
• Earthy
• Emotional
• Hypnotic
• Obedient
• Outspoken
• Private
• Proud
• Sarcastic
• Stubborn
• Unaggressive
• Whimsical

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• Airy
• Aloof
• Blunt
• Cautious
• Compulsive
• Delicate
• Excitable
• Forgetful
• Gullible
• Indulgent
• Naive
• Obsessive
• Passive

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The storm that raged on the night of his birth seemed to foreshadow a life of torment that was to come. His father viewed him as weak, while his mother often called him soft. Even his sister Mal viewed him as little more than a runt. The smallest of the litter, it came as an utter shock when he survived the winters while the healthiest of the pups, save for Mal, succumbed to the bitter cold of the snowfall. As he grew, so too did Mal and so too did his reminder that he was nothing compared to his sibling. His stature was sleek and lean, meant for speed versus strength. Yet his speed was not enough to earn him a ranking in the pack. As he aged, it became clearer that he would never achieve the desires of his parents, not the way Mal would. He fell lower and lower on the totem pole. Despite his speed, he found it hard to keep pace with others, he was either too fast or too slow, and his was far to distracted to follow directions during a hunt. This left him with no other options but omega. It wasn't long after his ranking that his father disappeared in the night. It was the night that everything changed. The dreamy Deacon faded into a quieter version of himself, and the bubbly, outspoken Mal became hateful and indifferent to him and others around her. Their mother spent long days and nights looking for her missing mate and could often be heard calling out to him in the dead of night. Deacon would wait up, late into the night, for his mother to come home until one night, her silent footsteps did not return to the comfort of their den. It wasn't until Mal returned, quite and withdrawn that he found out the truth behind the silence the night before. She had been found deceased, mauled by what they believed to be a bear. Deacon was inconsolable, despite even Mal's best efforts. No matter the disappointment she shared in him, he had a love for his mother that was unexplained. Now, as the pack crumbles around him, he seeks comfort in his sister and the memory of their mother while he battles to choose who's side he's really on.

[ordinary people]

you're accepted, sorry for not posting yet, my muse is pretty drained but i'll get one up asap!

[feyre.archeron]

Anywhere in specific my characters can jump in?

[ordinary people]

feel free to tag either of my characters, I'll make a post today and will be updating the front!