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Captivity. A misunderstood process of helping animals that can't be tamed.
A group of wild wolves has succumbed to this fate, taken from their homes
and forced between fences. But only the occasional human can be found,
and only when they're throwing in some source of food. Other than that,
the wolves are utterly alone. Their sole mission is to escape, eager to rid
themselves of their corrupt captors. When the ragtag group finally
manages to break out of their prison, they're horrified to realize they were
there for a reason. War has broken out, and the forests are slowly dying,
along with everything in them. And now they're caught in the middle of it.

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MAIN THREAD

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Name: Wyndham
Gender: Male
Age: Five years old
Rank: Previous hunter

Coat: Deep gray,
black extremities
Eyes: Light brown

Overall: Large and slender,
rough, thick fur, quick
moving, high stamina

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After Wyndham's parents perished in a barren winter, the young male was raised by
an intelligent set of grandparents who made him stop and smell the flowers, instead
of plowing through life and taking it head on. They raised him to be the wolf he is -
having a high set of morals and the ability to think through situations and choose the
right from the wrong. He considers this his strongest asset, but would never boast
about his abilities. In fact, the male is so focused on others, those that know him
often forget he's anyone but a voice guiding their paws back onto the right path.
While he is a compassionate, caring male in the world of others, his own self-esteem
is rocked by pessimism and negativity, the world often leaving the wolf befuddled.
At times of great stress, Wyndham turns his eyes away from the pack and himself,
investing his time in asking mother nature for the help and wisdom it might take to
get through whatever may plague him. Because he requires solitude to think, he
often wanders alone.

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Main Trait: Faithful

Positives: Intuitive,
allocentric, aspiring,
disciplined, humble,
honorable, patient,
high sense of morals

Negatives: Befuddled,
escapist, negative,
lonely, pessimistic,
unpredictable, scheming

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Name: Lark
Gender: Female
Age: Seven years old
Rank: Previous beta

Eyes: Dark yellow
Fur: Coarse and thick, mostly
white with spots of light brown
Scars: Above and below right eye,
folded right ear, web of scars on right
side of neck
Overall: Low to the ground and powerful,
brawny, sturdy feet, walks with
determination, short tail

Positives: Highly observant,
independent, adaptable, athletic,
dutiful, honorable, cunning
Negatives: Impatient, solitary,
temperamental, detached,
impudent, prideful, deceitful

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Born in the wilds of Yellowstone, Lark and her
family led somewhat of a charmed life, free of the
dangers of human interference. Guns were a thing
of fable, and game was plentiful, even if it was
difficult to catch. She grew up here, under the
watchful eye of alpha parents, learning everything

she would need to know to survive in this place. But a perfect life is only temporary. A herd of rambunctious bison formed a fear-infused stampede after the pack tried bringing down one of their young. After being caught in the face by a horn and watching her sister succumb to the sharp hooves that decimated her body, Lark picked herself up and fled North, her own terror whispering in her ears. When she was finally forced to stop and gain her breath, Lark was unknowingly outside the safety of the park. There the spoiled wolf learned pain. First it came in the form of her wounds, warping her features. Then in loneliness, away from her beloved family. As days turned to weeks, the pain twisted into hunger. But Lark couldn't go back, too prideful to admit defeat to her mother and father. Weeks turned to years, and Lark found a new enemy. Man. They laid traps and held guns and loathed the sight of her, a side of him she was unused to after the admirers who toured her home. Paws were caught in metal teeth. The sharp pain of a bullet was felt. Still, she went on, voyaging into exotic territory of snow and ice that never melted into greenery. While the biting wind and solid ice were foreign to the wolf, the prey remained easy enough to catch, and she thrived in this new land, until she was caught by a group of lowly humans and placed between walls.

[ShoeShoe]

саᴌᴏʀп

[ паϻє. ]
calorn (cal)
[ аɡє. ]
5 years
[ ɢєпɗєг. ]
male
[ гапк. ]
previous alpha
[ + тʀаітѕ. ]
intelligent, fearless;
instinctive, authoritative
[ - тʀаітѕ. ]
distrusting, apathetic;
temperamental, pessimistic
This brute is quite apathetic, caring little to nothing about anything or anyone. He is quite good at hiding his own emotions, even his eyes never give away anything as to what he is thinking about. He has spent years mastering his ability to hide his emotions and his thoughts from everyone around him, and he always appears to be the picture of calm though he may not be on the inside. You would never know that he has a temperament, but push him a bit too far and you will find out how brutally cold he can be. Maybe some part of him does care about others, but he will never tell them. Maybe at some point he will open up to someone about something, but he never sees that day coming anytime soon. Very few will want to get close to him, and very few will; he simply won't allow it. He sees no point in companionship and love, all that blah blah blah. He had a much harsher, colder grip on reality than most other wolves, and views those who are dying for love as weak and dependent.

If he is approached or disrespected in anyway, he will not hesitate to either attack the other wolf with brute force or with straight out words. He knows and understands how to respect others, and if they don't treat him the same way, he will not hesitate to put them back in line. His years as an outsider and wanderer have taught him how to defend himself and how to fight, and let's just say you wouldn't want to meet him on the battlefield. He does not use his strength to win a battle, rather his speed and agility, which he believes will prevail in the long run.

[ShoeShoe]

anaiya

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aniaya
[ аɡє. ]
2.5 years
[ ɢєпɗєг. ]
female
[ гапк. ]
previous loner
[ + тʀаітѕ. ]
innocent, respectful;
selfless, determined
[ - тʀаітѕ. ]
indecisive, perfectionist;
gullible, subservient
Anaiya, a young gentle soul despite the cold, harsh reality she was raised in. Her mother died when she was very young, requiring her to grow up quickly. Luckily, she had two brothers to help her as they all learned how to fend for themselves during their first year of life. It seemed like the second all three of them turned 1, her brothers' priorities changed and they went off on their own, leaving Anaiya alone. She quickly learned how to hunt and protect herself, though her young ignorance got her into trouble more than a few times. The young fae had a hard time believing anyone would want to do her harm, a belief that put her in multiple precarious situations. Somehow, she had always found a way to escape those situations. Despite those previous hardships, Aniaya has remained selfless though a bit less trusting around strangers.

[Herä]

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SO FAR AWAY, I WISH YOU WERE HERE. BEFORE THE DOORS CLOSE AND IT COMES TO AN END

» A RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT, 'RIVER'.
name: River - seeming as his full name is a friggen mouthful.
pronounced: rr-eh-vur
meaning: River earned his name in the pack he was born to. See history.
age: Eight years old
gender && orientation: Male, pansexual - mostly curious. He does not understand why love should be limited.
scent: Of spring water and a gentle hint of pine
fur: River has every color at the dark edge of the spectrum dotting his graying pelt. As a young pup, he was black as night, More than once his presence went unnoticed by those around him (until he tackled them, anyway). As he aged, red hues, much like the skies as the sun retreated began to seep to the surface. During his second winter, River shed his pup-hood coat and colorful browns and sables returned after the snows.
eyes: A deep, understanding and expressive amber. In the right light they tend to appear a brownish-red.
physicallity: Like his father before him, River is a rather large wolf. He has muscles that flow with his every step. His strength is a bounty, with long legs and looming shoulders, River is a force to be reckoned with. His stature makes him a valuable asset on a hunt. With sheer strength, he is quite excellent with slowing elk with his bites so the rest of the pack may circle in and aid in their plight.
voice: Gentle and fatherly, think of Mufassa.
fitting song: keep holding on - avril lavigne
fears: Losing his family, dying alone
favorites: Storms, playing with little critters, his puppies
hates Jerks, thorn bushes, the taste of robin, feathers, freaking woodpeckers
ranking/position: previous alpha, now a captive

• loving, understanding, open minded.
  
• defender of all - eager to provide for his family
  
• likes to know what's going on with everyone - from the beta to the omega
• loves with all his heart; often puts trust in others before he has solid reason to - this can lead him to be hurt easily.
• as he is growing older, River is beginning to feel the toll his life has taken on his aching bones
• will literally adopt anything that needs a papa
• beats himself up over things he cannot control; this makes him frustrated.
• cautious around new males after what happened to his mother
• definitely the dad that sits at the kitchen table with his shotgun waiting for his little girl to bring home possible son-in-law
• plays with chipmunks when no one is looking
• mess with someone he cares about and it's your funeral
• gravely misses his family


xxRiver has known nothing but love. Born to a peculiar pack, his ways are quite different than most. At his birth he was not given a name; it was earned. With the help of his siblings and loving parents, the dominant pair of the pack, River learned the way of the wolf. He completed task after task, climbing his way up to his namesake. At the age of one year old, River earned his name. The winter had been harsh and food scarce. During a hunting trip, the pack came across a sickly deer. They gave chase - only to have it attempt to escape through the frozen rapids of the river that split their territory. His packmates (including his father) skidded to a halt at the banks, but River did not. With great strength and courage, River clamped down on the deer's throat and refused to release it. Exhausted, River finally dragged the deer to the shore before his family. That evening he was granted his name - A River Runs Through It. Just like the rolling rapids, no matter the chaos, River's strength remained.
xxAs time passed, River grew older and wiser, serving under his parents as their lives charted onward.
Two springs after his naming, his mother gave birth to another litter of pups; two females. It took only one look for River to fall in love with his sisters - and he knew deep in his heart that he would do whatever it took to protect them. He guided them, played with them, even snuck into the den to cuddle them on scary, stormy nights. As they grew River began to yearn for something his sisters could not give him - children of his own. So, as they grew old enough to begin the journey to find their names, River made a choice; he would start a family of his own.
xxHis search lasted quite a while. Every female he crossed paths with seemed sourly unimpressed with his tactless charm. Even with the coaching of his father on how to woe a lady, River continued to return to his family with a new set of bite marks on his face quite often. Taking pity on him, his young sister began to accompany him on his hunts - but not even Blooming Lily in the Sunlight could conquer his uselessness when it came to love. He gave up for a while - refusing to make a fool of himself in front of his sisters again, but one afternoon Lily managed to talk him into trying one last time to find a potential lady. His search, though he had little help, proved eventful - for he found a she-wolf trapped in a human snare. Without thinking, River ran to her and chewed her free. Shy and scared, the ice-furred she-wolf stuck by his side. They fell in love swiftly, held together by their determination for protection. Soon enough, his love - Leana, became pregnant with his children. Bidding his family farewell,
River took his first steps to his own life and a brave new world.
xxWith territory next to his birth pack, he kept all that was dear close by. when his family arrived - four beautiful pups, three males and a female, he received visits from his parents and siblings often. One morning, his mother made a trek to visit him and her grandchildren. His firstborn - his daughter - had earned her name the prior night after chasing a cougar away from the den, rescuing her mother in the nick of time. The Lion Roars at Dawn, River had decided; Dawn. Proud of her child and his young, River's mother spent the day with her son and set off to return home. However, shortly after River saw her to the border, her heard an ungodly sound that he would never forget.
xxHis mother's agonized shriek.
xxHe ran to her with frantic need, his heart threatening to leap from his muzzle. When he found her, River felt untamable rage. A lone wolf, sickened with some sort of horrid disease, had attacked her. Old and frail, she hadn't the chance to help herself. He exploded from the brush to see her gasping for air, blood pouring from the terrible wound he'd put in her throat. River attacked - and the fight was brutal. No match for River's strength, the wolf tried to flee, but River gave chase, determined to end his miserable life.
xxBlinded by his grudge and rage, River did not smell the humans lurking in the forest. As he was leaping over a log, he felt a sting in his flank. Upon landing, he caught sight of an odd looking feather, drilled right through his leg. Not long after an unforgiving sleep began to creep around him. Fearful and panicking, River tried to make his way back to his pack, but he only made it as far as his mother, where he fell next to her.
xxHe stared into her unseeing eyes until the darkness took over - and he woke up in a strange and cold, fenced world.

parents:
▸Eagle Higher than Clouds
▸Fern that Nestles the Valley
siblings:
▸Blooming Lily in the Sunlight
▸Shadows of the Dusk
▸Storm that Fills the Forest
▸Sky Looking Over the Trees
▸Leap of Running Bear
mate:
▸Leana
children:
▸The Lion Roars at Dawn
▸Little Squeak (Claws that Shred like Thorns)
▸Howler (Bird that Sings to the Sky)
▸Ears (Hawk who Listens Closely)

[Herä]

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𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝙸 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃
Tobias : Tobi : Some can get away with 'To' but that's a super short list. He is
a homosexual male, whom is very confused and conflicted about his sexuality. Tobi is
not very good at hiding his emotions and it is quite easy to see when the three year-
old healer is struggling. His eyes are always drifting and looking at nothing particular
as he stews over numerous things he can't control.

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽
Tobias has had to hide
who he really is since the
very beginning. A previous
healer of his pack. What Tobi
wants is unacceptable.

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xxThere has always been something wrong with him. He doesn't know what, or who, not even why - but there is something wrong. There has to be. Otherwise, nothing could possibly make sense. His birth mother knew it, for he was abandoned at the edge of pack to which he did not belong. The dominant female of the pack, who had just had a litter of pups, crossed over the dying pup. Against her better judgment, she brought the pup into her home and pretended Tobias was her son. However as he began to grow into a yearling, it swiftly became clear that Tobias was not like his adoptive family. They stuck him in the corner of a den filled with herbs and a sour old wolf that begrudgingly taught Tobias how to use the forest to heal his pack's illnesses. With each passing day of watching his pack come and go with full bellies and prideful stories, Tobias grew bitter. He did not wish to share the same fate as the old wolf mentoring him.
xxGrowing ever distant and snappy, Tobias kept to the forest - the only place where felt accepted. He often found excuses to vacate the medicine den, searching for flowers he knew did not grow where he wandered. However, his escapes were cut short after the death of the old cur training him. Tobias was instructed to remain within the camp's reach at all times, should any of the others be harmed. Tobias stifled his recklessness for as long as possible - but he met his demise in the shape of a silver fur stranger.
xxDuring a quick scavenge for moss to rinse the beta's newly acquired bear scratch, a lone, bright-eyed wolf stepped from the shadows themselves. Unaware of what to do, Tobias simply stood there with moss in his jaws. The stranger introduced himself as Theo - and thus his end began to unravel.
xxEvery night Tobias would sneak out of the camp to provide the skinny boy food and medicine he needed to grow strong. In return, Theo showed Tobias the world he'd been kept from - hunting, fighting, even laying underneath the stars to count how many fireflies had been trapped over their heads. Tobias had a wonderful time with his secret friend, but something began to gnaw at his chest. He wanted more. He needed the life Theo showed him. Tobias grew increasingly unhappy. Not even his mother could pry a happy comment from him. Fights between to stir, his packmates began to snarl when he approached their kills - but he snarled right back.
xxOne afternoon while Tobias was tending to his herb stocks, a ruckus caught his attention. He appeared from the den to see his pack circling around his silver-furred boy. They'd picked him apart for crossing the border - much like Tobias had warned him never to do. His frightened yellow eyes met Tobias' gaze and that was all it took. He rushed the alpha's youngest daughter, who had been biting cruelly at his heels. He bit deep into her shoulder and knocked her to the dust before her brother tackled Tobias with brutal strength. Tobias cried out for them to leave him alone - to let him go, spilling his secret to the entire pack.
xxDisgusted with him, the alpha male, his mother's mate, shoved her out of his way - no matter how much she begged. He tore into them both until they were ragged and beaten. Then, when they'd had their fill, they were sent hurtling for the horizon.
xxBut Tobias could never have been happier. He was free. They were free.
xxThe days were splendid and spent in love. But Tobias began to worry over his beloved. His wounds refused to heal, growing red and slowly, black. Once the infection began, it did not stop. Theo's hind leg suffered massive tissue death and with it came horrendous sickness. Theo became helpless, unable to move and incoherent. Tobias tried - Great Spirits he tried - to banish the fever chewing Theo apart.
xxBut he failed.
xxWithout a word on a beautiful, starry night, Tobias delivered Theo a mixture of Belladonna and a few other herbs he'd managed to gather. Theo weakly lapped them up. Tobias nestled next to him, laid his head atop his love's chest, cherishing every time it rose and fell.
xxWhen it rose no more, Tobias moved on - a shell of a wolf with his love buried in moon dust.
xxHe was captured not long after that incident. After wandering around for hours on end, he'd slipped to the earth with exhaustion. He didn't even know it when the tranquilizer popped into his neck.

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appearance with sharp angular facial
features, such as a defined muzzle, she has a
knowing facade, an elusive smile and sly brown
eyes. her fur appears to be pure white, but
she has a few black fur patches along her sides
and underbelly, as well as one cheek.
underneath her fur, her skin is purely pale.
her body has a form that is somehow both
thick and lean. her teeth are sharp as razors
and her claws are long & piercing.
old pack name mara
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personality
✓ loyal, dedicated, fierce
▬ dedicated, fearless
✗ dominant, ruthless

deepest fear powerlessness

"so you can throw me to the wolves;
tomorrow I will come back,
leader of the whole pack."
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name calista
age six
gender female
orientation unknown
crush none/open
kin unknown
rank previous alpha
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calista was born to the mara pack many years ago, to the ruling pair of alphas; misty and dominic. she was one of three; the only girl, but her two brothers didn't make it past their adolescence. growing up, she was molded to be the next ruler of the pack, and then her parents were killed within a year of each other. misty was killed by a human hunter, saving a pup's life, and dominic died in a battle with another pack. calista took over as the alpha when she was three years old, and had been in power for two years when the humans captured her and put her here; that was a year ago. if one things for sure, calista is truly not a female to be messed with. she is a born leader whose strengths are many, but whose flaws still exist too. her love and loyalty for her pack know no bounds. if she ever feels there is a traitor within her midst, she will not fear calling for blood to be spilled. in her mind, the pack is only strong if it is dedicated to each other. weaknesses must be openly examined and improved upon, or they will rip apart the pack instead of uniting it. calista may appear very harsh to some, but she is not cruel or unfair. she does all things for the good of the pack, even if many do not see that right away, ultimately she believes they will understand her reasoning and accept what must be done.

[yella]

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mateo, once a humble & charming wolf had no problems growing up. he was loved by his two parents, shea & rueben; he was always a optimistic pup, never expecting anything bad to happen. that all changed when he met the most appreciated she-wolf in the pack, her name was jane, a female that was loved by all wolves; cherished by them. she was a totally different wolf compared to mateo, they shared common interests but, she was destined to be the next alpha, while him, just an omega pup. he never thought much of his rank, unless the other pups shoved it in his face. they fell in love, they became the breeding pair, giving birth to their first litter very quickly. jane was having troubles giving birth, she lost a lot of blood, & unfortunately she didn't survive the birthing. he was devastated, & he quickly turned to a dark & depressed male. his pups survived, but no female was willing to nurse the tiny pups. they died during the night, out of malnutrition. many wolves felt sorrow for him, none knew how he actually felt though. when the wolves were taken he was a lead hunter, demoted since he didn't have a mate.whilst in captivity he was neutered, he didn't know what this mean't but he no longer felt the urge to mate. he is now one of a wise wolves among the forests, often by himself, eating small voles he can catch with his elderly body.
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name mateo gender neutered male age 11 y/o rank previous lead hunter
description when he was younger he was jet black, but with old age he's grown white. he has intimidating yellow eyes, but he would never hurt anyone. long limbs, smaller frame, spotted w/ white/grey fur
traits bold, intelligent, comes off aggressive, stubborn, weak.

[yella]

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alleluia was born a loner, facing the big wide world with only a mother & a brother. this is where she learned to fend for herself, & not wait for any wolf; even if it were a family member. she had a mediocre life, often catching voles, but she couldn't help her mother hunt because of her very noticeable white fur. since her brother & her mother were both a shade a brown, they could easily hunt. she couldn't though, her family only wanted hunters in the family line, not wanting some useless white pup. she was excluded from family dinners most of the time, eating only rotten meat. she was growing weak because she was so low on nutrients. once she was old enough to leave, she was in horrid condition. she left without looking back, family is supposed to help you, not treat you like this. she was on the brink of dying when she found a pack. she locked herself out of the pack for a while after she joined, she didn't know how to start a conversation with these wolves who have probably known comfort all their lives. even though she finally opened up, she did prefer to be alone, practicing battle moves. once they were captured she didn't think much of it, she knew she was going to die one day anyways. she hated the humans, even though they tried their best to help them, she couldn't stand their horrible stench, or how they communicated, she could barely sleep at times.
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name alleluia gender fae age 6 y/o rank previous fighter
description full white, has beautiful amber eyes & some gray markings here and there.
stubby legs, small ears, white fur, amber eyes.
traits kind, motherly, hot-headed, strong, independent.