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This stopped being war along time ago. This was something more, so
mething far more vicious and decisive. You were either with the alp
ha's or you were against everyone. The Baldur pack and The Nardri P
ack rivals from a millennia's worth of hate-fueled envy. What had ca
used such a fight, such a blatant anger in the hearts of all who step
ped foot into the wilds? The Baldur Pack had stollen pups and the Na
rdri Pack had stolen knowledge. What was worth more in the eyes of
the packs, Baldur's alpha had demanded the secrets and access of th
e hidden hunting ground that the Nardri pack boasted of and in retu
rn, they would get their pups back unscathed. Nardri had profited fo
r years but in truth, the path to the underground cavern they had us
ed had collapsed years ago. Baldur had sworn them liars and the pup
s were lost that night, their mother's cries filling the air.xxxxxxxxxxx

Both packs never forgot about the other's sins and a war was announ
ced not long after. Generations have passed, many have died and th
e packs, smaller now, are still biting at each other's throats. The me
mories of why are a thing of the past and now this hatred is driven b
y stories of terrible creatures that stalk for young and fat and greed
y wolves who would watch you starve. Just when doubt was beginnin
g to form in the hearts of Baldur was starting to doubt the stories. T
he wolves of Nardri struggling to feed themselves with their haven s
till closed away behind rubble. But during the winter something cha
nged and once again the wolves of Nardri seemed well fed and well
off. Anger is burning amongst Baldur and in a desperate attempt the
y steal the young of Nardri once more. This isn't war, this is survival.
⇸ discussion ⇷

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Firstly, this is 'free literacy' with a high literate expectation. 'I don't c
hoose your word limit, you do'. I won't be overly zealous on what you
write I only expect good grammar and well-worded sentences! On a s
ide note, this role-play is realistic in the sense that some words, like
'fae' and 'audit/auditories' shouldn't be used without knowing what th
ey actually mean! Disable signatures on all posts;A handy trick is to g
o into settings -> board preferences -> edit posting defaults and disa
bling 'Attach my signature by default'. I'll be letting you set your own
character limit and gender equity won't be to heavily enforced. xxxx

If you can, don't create 15 females and no males but I won't too hea
vily stop you. LGB Characters are allowed but won't be able to break
the laws of nature [have kids etc.] Have fun with drama/creating sid
e plots but remember no power-playing, godmoding, mary sues or ki
lling another character without consent. Reserve high ranks before p
osting and use the discussion thread for forms and out of character c
onversations.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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Alpha
Verril [male | 8y | river]
Name [female | age | user]

Beta
Helious [male | 6y | cheshire]

Shaman
Name [gender | age | user]

Fighters
Umbra [female | 4y | razzberry]
Scion [male | 6y | razzberry]
Name [gender | age | user]
Name [gender | age | user]
<Name [gender | age | user]>
<Name [gender | age | user]>

Hunters
Faedra [female | 6y | chasing_stars]
Name [gender | age | user]
Name [gender | age | user]
Name [gender | age | user]
<Name [gender | age | user]>
<Name [gender | age | user]>

Dams
Name [gender | age | user]
Name [gender | age | user]

Pups
Sachi [C | male | 1.5y | cheshire]
Name [C | gender | age | user]
Name [gender | age | user]
Name [gender | age | user]

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Territory
The barren mountain side is open and expansive but the constant fo
g drowns out sound. Prey is quiet in the mist and cautious of their p
redators. The cover provided from trees is minimal but in their cove
r wolves prowl. The ground although damp is covered in brown tuft
s of grass and towards the south of the pack's territory lies a small s
pring known to attract some prey. Unlike Nardri their territory is fla
tter although still sloped. Baldur's camp is hidden away far better t
han Nardri, something they pride themselves in. Underneath a large
overhang and behind a cluster of bushes lies the entrance to a tunn
el and through this tunnel lies the open expanse of Baldur's camp.
There are no individual dens and everyone sleeps together, often di
vided into social circles. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Legacy
Baldur wolves are large creatures often with thinning bodies. They
are built to with-stand hell and keep going. Despite this they aren't
necessarily brutes. Baldur wolves are cautious creatures who stalk
their prey to exhaustion and only then strike. They are a pack used
to starving, often going weeks without a kill, this is what has fuele
d their rage towards Nardri for so long; hunger. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Rumours
Nardri wolves are told by their mothers that Baldur wolves are creat
ures of darkness that lurk in the shadows looking to eat young wolve
s who stray into the forests. They are taught that Baldur wolves are
sadists who, no matter how far you run from will eventually catch
you and drag you into the abyss. The appearance of Baldur wolves,
skeleton showing under their skin only feeds into the stories they ar
e told. Most Nardri wolves are in no state of denial about their neig
hbours and most wolves genuinely fear the fighters of Baldur. xxxxii

Pups with 'C' are captured from Nardri
Fighters and Hunters with <> are trainees from 1 year to 2 years

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Alpha
Renjiro [male | 4y | river]
Name [female | age | user]

Beta
Iris [female | 4y | seeing_stars]

Shaman
Dandelion [female | 5y | y u c i f e r]

Guards
Faith [female | 4y | felicity.]
Name [gender | age | user]
Name [gender | age | user]
Name [gender | age | user]
<Name [gender | age | user]>
<Name [gender | age | user]>

Runners
Lunar [male | 5y | cheshire]
Embry [male | 4y | razzberry]
Remy [female | 5y | razzberry]
Cosima [female | 4y | trouvaille.]
Name [gender | age | user]
Name [gender | age | user]
<Name [gender | age | user]>
<Name [gender | age | user]>

Dams
Name [gender | age | user]
Name [gender | age | user]

Pups
Stolen!

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Territory
Despite the belief of Baldur the secret to Nardri's wealth in food isn't
a hidden world beneath the earth as Baldur's mothers would tell thei
r children. No the majority of Nardri's territory lies through a passag
e way down the mountainside to an open lakeside. Unlike their camp
which isn't hidden, decades of meticulous training and initiation has
made the passage impossible to find to any other than Nardri wolves.
The lakeside is full of prey which has become ignorant of the threat
of predators after being sealed away safely from harm for generatio
ns. The mountainside territory is minute compared to that of Baldur.
The territory is on a slope and baren for the most part. Small dips in
the land lead to hidden ledges and it is far too easy for wolves to ac
cidentally walk off a cliff- or run for that matter. In order to prevent
deaths, it is against the pack code to run at the mountainside.

Legacy
Lean and small bodies meant for speed. Wolves of Nardri spit in the
face of strength, replacing it with speed and fast attacks. These wol
ves are sprinters, not ones for long distance. They travel fast for a s
hort amount of time before slowly falling off. They are also good ju
mpers. They are often risk-takers and although intelligent often ign
ore their gut in favour of a good time. They are loyal to a cause mo
re than they are to each other. They are together for the sake of fo
od and during the time they were locked away from the lake side t
he only thing that kept them together for generations was their bur
ning hate for the Baldur Pack. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Rumours
Baldur wolves grew up being told that the wolves of Nardri are geed
y fat wolves who laugh at the starvation that occurs within Baldur.
They were told that Nardri attacks them because they are merciless
bullies who only wish to see them in pain. Despite how underweight
Nardri wolves had become prior to the lakeside territory being recla
imed, Baldur wolves were blinded by hatred to notice this. Some rat
ionalise this by stating that Nardri wolves are doing this to themselv
es to trick Baldur into thinking they are the victims. xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Guards and Runners with <> are trainees from 1 year to 2 years

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Apprenticships

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Blood Relations
Umbra & Embry [siblings]
Renjiro -> Sachi [parented]

Romance

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On the mountainside visibility is minimal, covered in snow and sleet
with a temperature of -5°c [23°f]. Grass is starting to die off as wint
er if about to start and as a result prey is begining to move elsewhe
re. Currently hares, chamois and the odd fox can be found but their
numbers are thinning.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxixxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxi
On the lakeside the sky is cloudy with sun shining in from the east in
the morning. Early in the morning a thin mist will seep onto the land
from the lake and despite the dropping temperatures it is only 10°c
[50°f]. The animals at the lake although thinning is still abundant wi
th hares, elk, foxes, ruffed grouse, coyotes and the odd lynx and ch
amois. There is a few other birds and mammals roaming the land bu
t they have dug holes underground and are hiding away. Although st
ill available to catch it takes a little more effort and stealing prey f
rom foxes is far easier. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxixxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxi

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His heart was collapsing in his chest under the weight of his own misgivings as he sat on his perch eyes intently gazing over his pack, some sleeping- some still awake since the attack. He had made a terrible error and he was paying for it now in his own misery. He had been warned that this would happen by Verril. The words of the large and lurking alpha had sounded over the border and up the mountain, after a fight that had ended in a stalemate, you'll pay for this whelps! It was, at the time, a blank threat. It had been eons since either pack had reached deep into the other's territory and while the borders were marked with the blood of the fallen, nothing had happened in the heart of the territories. Renjiro supposed that for so long now there was this expectation that the camps were sacred or maybe that Baldur no longer knew where they hid. Either way, only Faith had been on guard the night prior. It was so quick and by the time Renjiro had awoken it was already over. He'd been awake since and admittedly he was beyond exhaustion at this point, the heat of the sun barely reached the camp of the wolves but the way the light was slowly cascading through the mist.

'Try not to think about it' he whispered to himself, voice contained in his mind. Of course, his own words were only ever enough to stop the doubts of others. He could reason away fears with well-worded sentences which imparted knowledge enough to make fear seem like a fairytale told to pups by elderly wolves. In his mind it was a different story, the twisted reasoning was just as capable of making his fears clearly plausible in a world of ever-changing possibilities. Right now he felt like the air was suffocating him, to think his son was somewhere far away in unspeakable danger- it made him sick. But with the light filling the air now, capable of waking any wolves who hadn't been shaken from their sleep yet Ren took it as the time to gather his pack. In his throat, his voice promised to collapse but he had been here before, the day his dear mate died and he had marched through the pain then and he would so so now.

The sound of his howl echoed out, blanketed somewhat by the winds which had been growing stronger with daylight. The tradition of howls to call to arms, greetings and celebrations were a strong one in Nardri. There was a howl for ever occasion and as alpha, he knew them all. The howl he had sent out moments ago was one of loss. He waited for his pack to gather around as was the tradition. The pack didn't have a high overlook for the alpha to speak on, only a small boulder and while it gave him a slight overlook it wasn't enough for his pack to see him in full- if they were standing. No, in Nardri it was tradition to lay down during meetings, while the alpha and alphess stood on the boulder and the beta and shaman sat to either side of them. So now he waited and once all had gathered he spoke. "Last night we were attacked by Baldur, it was an attack of stealth and we lost our pups in the confusion." He let his words sit for a solid moment, feeling his heart shaking in his chest angrily. "We will not let this stand and I intend to lead a patrol to the border and demand our youth back." He wanted to say so much more, to let out words of toxicity and angry accusations but the voice of his predecessor lingered in his mind, telling him to be calm and bite his tongue.
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WIP will be up soon, Verril is rather calmly laying around camp, proud of himself. He left Umbra in charge of guarding the pups over night and is planning to rotate the guard duty over to Scion soon. The previous day he had made an annoucement that they would make the attack and is showing no signs of making an annoucement of the victory as news travels pretty fast in the pack. ECK.
[male • 8y • alpha • camp;open • 000 • form]

[maid of time]

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━━━(𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝘕𝘈𝘙𝘋𝘙𝘐)━━━

𝔇andelion tried to slow down her breath, feeling her heart like it would almost break out of her chest.
she felt just like the fangs of the enemy were sinking into her beating heart, leaving her breathless and
dead. but now there was no time to mourn the loss only because a few of the wolves that tried to protect
the pups and attack the enemy got injured. the defenders had superficial wounds, but ignoring them could
actually worsen their current situation and getting them infected wasn't the best thing to do. so dandelion
had to pack them up. the fresh scent of herbs filled the shaman's nose, calming her down. all plants made
the female feel safe and welcomed.
going from one corner to the other, trying to gather a couple of herbs for the injured. they were stored
in the cracks of the small caves, between the rocks and even on the floor. it was quite cold inside the cave,
wind from the outside getting easily in through the cracks and mainly because it was windy at the time.
dandelion orientated carefully, trying to distinguish the herb she was looking for, particular scent. finding a
small part of a broom shrub, the shaman lowered her head at the level of the plants, grabbing them with her
jaws, carefully transporting them at her patients. dandelion stopped at each of them, chewing the exact
amount of petals for the respective wound, into a poultice. their taste wasn't the best, quite bitter actually.
the female was then applying the remedy on the injure, spreading it evenly.

hearing noises from outside, the shaman decided to take a quick gaze at what was happening. narrowing her
eyes, trying to distinguish everyone and everything, the wolf spotted renjiro. as the tradition mentioned,
usually the shaman was sitting next to the leader(s), but deciding that it was better to stick near her place,
in case a injured individual was going to ask for something or only to check up on them from time to time.
without moving from where she was, dandelion decided to communicate her message, throw a quick nod
directed towards the alpha with the two's gaze meeting.

despite not being present at the moment of the kidnap, the female could almost see the pups yowls and
the mothers cries. despite the other wolves -most of them the mothers- were crying, dandelion decided
not to. she was not going to cry. there was still hope that the pups will be recovered, they were going to
be fine, they were going to get rescued, saved. renjiro would never abandon any. so the shaman quietly
assisted at the meting from where she was, listening to the sire's words, trying to convince herself that
everything was going to be alright.

( female ▴ 5 y ▴ mentions.renjiro ▴ tags.n/a ▴ location.camp )

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𝙲 𝚘 𝚜 𝚒 𝚖 𝚊 ❞ [ 4 yrs ] [ nardri runner ] [ emotions: sick with panic ] [ tagged: renjiro, all ] [ words: 565 ]
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Cosima rarely got any decent sleep. Half her time she spent outside of her den, training, going on late night walks, and who knows what else, the rest of her time Cosima did spend in her den, but she was plagued by vicious nightmares. They stemmed back to one thing, though. Her family's death.
To be honest, Cosima was terrified of sleep, because all it brought to her were memories still so difficult to swallow. All of her dreams would start exactly the same way;

That night was so dark. It seemed that the sky was filled to the brim with fury. Gale winds blew and the rain poured. Cosima's three siblings whined and hid behind their parents backs as they awaited the end of the storm. But Cosima, against countless attempts of trying to coax her back into the den, strayed just feet from their family den, under the shelter of a cluster of bushes and boulders. She watched the storm with such facination. Absolutely nothing could have prepared her for what was just moments away.
In the blink of an eye the world went mute. Neither the rain nor wind were to be heard. That was, of course, because the combined effects of the lighting strike had shocked young Cosima so much that she went momentarily deaf. Her woeful amber eyes darted toward the den.
Such an image is something you can never erase. An immense tree had fallen on her family's den. Crushing it beyond comparison. In the blink of an eye the young she-wolf's whole world had been lost.

Cosima would wake up everytime, her heart thumping and ears ringing. She would rush outside into the morning light, only to be reminded that once again, her family was gone. Cosima was so embaressed every time. So scared that someone would see her run out of her den in a panic, only to look around like she lost her mind and then feebly turn around and go back into the depths of her den.

But this time things were quite different. Cosima bolted to her feet and ran out of her den; but instead of silence she was met with the sound of a mourning howl. Her eyes darted to its source, Renjiro. Cosima scanned the pack. Not many were up yet, so she couldn't get an accurate note of who was present, but her mind darted to Faith. The she-wolf had been on patrol for the graveyard shift. Had something happened to her? Did the wolves of Baldur attack her in the night?
But Cosima couldn't have imagined what Renjiro was about to say. ❝We lost our pups in the confusion.❞ The grey wolf's heart sank to the floor. Nardri's pups were their life-line. They were supposed to keep the next generation of the pack alive. But what would happen if they were no more? What would the pack do then? The next sentence was one meant to calm everyone, even if it was slight, ❝We will demand our youth back.❞ At least the Baldur wolves hadn't killed them, Cosima thought to herself. But anger flared within her.
The wolves of Nardri would never dare commit such a sin against Baldur, but obviously those of Baldur were ruthless. Cosima's hackle rose in anger. The she-wolf was determined to fight to the death to get those pups back if she needed to.