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UserName ~ *Anonymous*


Wolf Name ~Jerson (jay)

Gender ~Male

Wolf Age ~YA.

Little Story ~
Jerson leaped off the dock, a big splash cascading water around him. His girlfriend, Persay, sat on the dock watching him. "Jay!" She exclaimed. "You know how I feel about water!"
Jerson sighed. "Sorry. I really am. I always forget. The water just comes so... natural to me." He hauled himself onto the dock, trotting away from Persay before shaking water out of his fur. Persay had nearly drowned the year before, Jerson had to reveal his own powers to her just to save her, bringing them closer, when he thought it might push them apart. Persay licked her slightly damp-a little too damp for her- teal colored fur. She shook her ruff, peacock feather necklace dancing in the lake breeze. Jerson lied down next to Persay. She curled up next to him. Jerson flicked his tail, and a spiral of water danced and swirled slowly above her head. She wuffed at him. Jerson dropped the water, trading it for bubbles.
"I love you," she sighed.
"And I love you." He relived the moment of when he saved her...
A sunny day on the east coast coaxed all kinds of animals out to play. Wolf cubs tussled, kittens snoozed in trees. Persay, Jerson, and a group of woves that looked relatively like Jerson were taking turns running and skidding off a dock. An electric yellow female raced off the dock, stumbling, and taking Persay down with her. The she-wolf resurfaced, but Persay did not.
Jerson searched around frantically for her. Not seeing her, he leaped into the water, which morphed to surround him without getting him wet. He swam, filtered sunlight lighting his way. He saw her, sinking slowly, weeds wrapped around her paws and muzzle. Bubles escaped her nose. Jerson paddled quickley over to her, and sucked her into his bubble. Calling the currents, he shot out of the water, Persay cradled in his paws.
Jerson burst onto the dock. Wolves in hues of yellow, greens, blues, and reds emenating power surrounded him. The reckless yellow female's eyes were wide in shock. Jerson unwrapped Persay's muzzle quickley. A moan escaped her lungs. Her eyes flickered open.
"Jay?" she whispered. "What are you?..."

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[center]Please may i adopt!
UserName ~ *Anonymous*
Wolf Name ~Jerson
Gender ~Mlae
Wolf Age ~3 yrs.
Little Story (don't have to) ~
Jerson leaped off the dock, a big splash cascading water around him. His girlfriend, Persay, sat on the dock watching him. "Jay!" She exclaimed. "You know how I feel about water!"
Jerson sighed. "Sorry. I really am. I always forget. The water just comes so... natural to me." He hauled himself onto the dock, trotting away from Persay before shaking water out of his fur. Persay had nearly drowned the year before, Jerson had to reveal his own powers to her just to save her, bringing them closer, when he thought it might push them apart. Persay licked her slightly damp-a little too damp for her- teal colored fur. She shook her ruff, peacock feather necklace dancing in the lake breeze. Jerson lied down next to Persay. She curled up next to him. Jerson flicked his tail, and a spiral of water danced and swirled slowly above her head. She wuffed at him. Jerson dropped the water, trading it for bubbles.
"I love you," she sighed.
"And I love you." He relived the moment of when he saved her...
A sunny day on the east coast coaxed all kinds of animals out to play. Wolf cubs tussled, kittens snoozed in trees. Persay, Jerson, and a group of woves that looked relatively like Jerson were taking turns running and skidding off a dock. An electric yellow female raced off the dock, stumbling, and taking Persay down with her. The she-wolf resurfaced, but Persay did not.
Jerson searched around frantically for her. Not seeing her, he leaped into the water, which morphed to surround him without getting him wet. He swam, filtered sunlight lighting his way. He saw her, sinking slowly, weeds wrapped around her paws and muzzle. Bubles escaped her nose. Jerson paddled quickley over to her, and sucked her into his bubble. Calling the currents, he shot out of the water, Persay cradled in his paws.
Jerson burst onto the dock. Wolves in hues of yellow, greens, blues, and reds emenating power surrounded him. The reckless yellow female's eyes were wide in shock. Jerson unwrapped Persay's muzzle quickley. A moan escaped her lungs. Her eyes flickered open.
"Jay?" she whispered. "What are you?..."
Art (don't have to)None, sorry!

[Flicka]

Please may i adopt!
UserName ~flicka
Wolf Name ~ Ronmeana
Gender ~ female
Wolf Age ~ two
Little Story (don't have to) ~
Art (don't have to) ~

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judged they are both the same so if you may can i have a little sample of your role playing skills? (write a little story about your elemantal) thank you

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paws

[Flicka]

Well, U can definately give you an example of my rp skills but does it have to be with the elemental?

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i would prefer it, like a bit of history eg.

Little Story ~ Guardian, when he was 5 moons old the healer got a prophecy that his mother Key was going to die in a battle of the mate. this is where the enemy pack's leader want's a wolf from a different pack and in the end they fight for him/her . The healer said "we need some one to protect her...." "when will this Battle happen Begin?" asked the Strike (the leader) "The Battle will Happen in 11 moons" Replied the healer "ok Leave me alone with Key" answered Strike as he padded into the pups den. the healer and the rest of the pack walked away and carried on with there duty's. Key and Strike Talked for a while and came to a decision that their pup should be her guardian, the reason why they chose him was that they could trust him. that night he gained his name as guardian, moons later the battle was here and Strike had made a plan " so just to run through this, me and Key go and roll in some mud to disguise our scent and i take her to the cave on mount hill, and when we hear you howl we come down and meet a patrol and head back to camp?" asked Guardian "yes " replied strike " go now!'. Guardian easily found a patch of mud and started up the mountain trail. suddenly claw from the enemy pack jumps on to Key, Key Snaps back and kicks claw off "you will be a perfect mate for scar" sneered claw " no she won't" guardian pounced on claw and ripped off the tip off his ear, claw yelped as guardian sank his teeth into his flesh, blood poured out and claw fell to the ground. Quickly Guardian and key pelted away to the cliff, Key was pregnant with 3 lovely pups so she couldn't keep up every now and again Guardian stopped and waited for her. eventually they got to the top of the hill. Guardian Sprinted ahead to check if everything was safe and he heard a screech " GUARDIAN THE PUPS ARE COMING!" *timeskip* 3 fluffy pups lay on a bed of soft feathers next to her mother but only 2 of the pups where breathing "Key One is dead...." sadly woofed Guardian " the black one it is called Shadow the white one is called Feather" croaked Key "Guardian i am proud of you don't you ever forget that" slowly keys eyes closed and she stopped breathing "NOOOOOOOOO!" yowled Guardian As he picked up the two pups and in a flash got to camp "HEALER!" guardian saw her and dropped the pups in front of her, he gave her a look and healer knew what happened then He sprinted off to the battle...

Feathers stuck to his fur as he ran into battle pouncing on a enemy wolf killing it in one swift bite he ran until he found the highest place and howled, all the wolves in the clearing turned and faced him "KEY IS DEAD!, THERE IS NO NEED TO BATTLE!" the enemy wolves turned and retreated back to there camp.

1 year Later,
Strike Died of old age but before he died, he gave guardian a feather stained with 4 drops of blood, this was one of the feather stuck to his pelt when he was running to camp and he gave him the role of the pack leader but to do that the leader must give him his necklace. Guardian now rules the pack with his brother and sister.[/center][/color]

but smaller, you don't have to do it on elementals, but it would be nice ( ^ that's a bit of history from my elemental, guardian)

[Flicka]

Well i'd normally do art but at home no net and here the comp is all wonky so I can't color in.

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can you write a story ? because if you don't i am sorry you won't get this one

[Flicka]

that's alright go ahead. I don't write good stories from scratch, with what little info on them as there are. and a story is a story not a rp sample which I believe is what the other person posted.

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*Anonymous* he is yours