STORM
➳The Shadow Killer
Name: Storm⇀
Sex: Male
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Age: SIx Years
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Rank: Assassin
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Voice: Michael Potok
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Status: Open
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Note: Reposting because he's still open
As the situation at camp continued to deteriorate, Storm felt that he could no longer take the atmosphere any more and went on a short hunting break. He returned to the camp shortly, eating the one fox he had managed to catch before returning. Given the current circumstances he was quite frustrated with the alpha's decision to enforce a no-killing rule. It just did not make sense to the warrior of a wolf, just how was this to benefit them? They were getting killed disgracefully by the guardians regardless...it made his blood boil.
Pondering this, he began to pace while restlessly flicking his tail. It appeared that he did not even realize that he was doing it. If it were up to him he'd bring the battle to those entitled pathetic excuses for wolves and end the war once and for all. At least as an assassin he would be able to take out a considerable amount of their forces, if only given the chance. A small part of him wondered if his son was taking part in killing his packmates, or if he felt too self-righteous to take the lives of others.
SERAPH
☯ The White Knight
Name: Seraph⇀
Sex: Male
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Age: Two years
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Rank: Fighter
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Voice: Steven Yeun
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Tags: Hannah
An outsider watching the two wolves from afar would assume they were truly mother and son, both of them being white wolves and seeing that Hannah was quite the mother figure. Her warm gaze in of itself was already quite soothing for the young wolf, and the tension in his shoulders eased a bit as he looked into her eyes with a more genuine, albeit smaller, smile. He sighed softly, just the thought of his worries bearing down on him. Still with a sheepish smile he looked to Hannah.
"I know it's not a very good topic but...I have concerns about this war. I don't want to have to take another wolf's life, even if they're a Salem wolf. But even as I say that, wolves from both packs are dying everyday. And knowing how the Salem wolves are...they don't have a problem with senseless killing- and some of our own don't either- but I do. I don't want to be like that...I don't want to become like them." He didn't say it directly, but if someone read into his feelings they would be able to tell he was also worried about turning into his father. He never really talked about him, nor did he ever speak of the fact that his father was a Salem wolf, but the thoughts always were there in the back of his mind.