The Higher End Of Semi Literate || Wolf || Aproved Players

[Emberwood]

Yeah, I am BEYOND bored, and I'm sick and tired of finding Wolf RPs where people post three sentence replies. Driving me crazy. So this popped out. And you know what? I don't really care if anyone else joins or not. I want to bring back some of my older characters, but not into a 'pack' that I don't respect. So this is mostly for my benefit. If you'd like to join, please send me a PM with your profile. I will add it to the list. That's another thing I don't like about a lot of the current RPs - there's profiles for new members on page 58 or something. Completely disorganized. And what is with all this Wolf Speak crap? Love speak, Alpha speak.. really? I mean.. really? And most of it is made up, ie - wrong. Congrats.

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Will edit with mates and pups as they happen.
*I reserve the right to refuse a player. This RP has higher standards than most, and you'll need to be able to post like my own and my joiners. If you cannot, then this RPG isn't for you. That means one thousand plus words per post.
*You can have as many characters as you can keep up with. You don't need to post them all in each post. But they do need to be active members.
*I also reserve the right to kick out anyone who is slacking in their posts. This is a 1kword+ RP, and if you can't keep up, you get one warning. If you don't step it up, your character(s) will be killed off and deleted, and you will no longer be able to post. Remember, you get one warning.


*I'm also not this mean in real life - or OoC. I'm just... currently annoyed.

[Emberwood]

Introduction

A ruffled black fae called into the no-man’s land, "Who goes there?” She’s spotted you. As to the proper response, you crouch closer to the cold, hardened ground. The black wolf picked her way closer to your position, her eyes scraping over your form and her nose quivering. As she does, you do the same – your nose tells you that this wolf is the Alpha of her pack, the pack who’s lands you were running parallel to. She is thirteen years old and in prime condition.

Black Rose had been in power for nigh on three years now. She herself created the budding pack out of her last one. She'd always been an Alpha wolf, and when she hadn't been in name, she still had an Alpha's respect from her peers. After an unaccounted section of her past, she settled as a lone wolf in the middle of two warring packs. While there, she found a mate in the older Fitz, a steel grey brute of a wolf with a cold heart and a slim build. Earlier in the year the male was killed by a staggering blow to the head by an older caribou buck, leaving Rose on her own once again, this time with two litters of pups.

Back in real time, your eyes land on the great black wolf’s paws. She is standing in front of you, sniffing your nape. Once finished, she turns and trots back towards her main lands. Longingly you stare after her, tired of running alone. Your eyes raise briefly to hers before she grins and invites you into the Emerald Coast pack.
Elated, you dash off to follow.

[Emberwood]

Rules

As you follow your new Alpha back towards the rest of the pack, she calmly begins explaining her expectations of you while in her pack. “You will answer to myself, my betas and generally whomever has higher ranking than you, obviously.” You nod – it’s to be expected, as in any commonplace pack. “No matter how much you wish for it, how much they deserve it, you cannot kill another member of the pack before issuing a challenge in my presence and having my approval. Any surprise attacks that result in death of the other player’s character will result in your own execution. Any surprise attacks that result in an injury that leaves the opposing wolf unable to hunt and outrun enemies will result either in your banishment or your servitude – meaning you will hunt, defend and protect the other wolf until they are able to do so themselves.” This shocks you quite a bit. The rules of injuring other wolves confuses you. Rose glances to you and sees your hesitation. She smiles slightly. “Yes, a little different than everywhere else, I expect. But in this pack, we are only as strong as our weakest members. It makes no sense to weaken a wolf to disastrous extents when the whole pack will have to adjust and lower themselves to compensate. Fights are to be expected, but if a leg is broken or something similar, the attacker is at fault. If it is the attacker who’s leg is broken in self defense by the target, then no one is at fault. The pack will provide food, as we aren’t inhumane enough to let a member starve. But the wolf will have no one to defend and protect him or her, as the injury was due to their own incompetence in battle.” You nod yet again. It is undoubtedly an odd ruling, but fair. After a short silence, during which you notice a bit about the frost-covered forests you run through, she begins to speak again. “Good. Now, on to a favorite topic… pups.” Her smile changes subtly. It becomes softer, more.. nurturing. “I have a grand total of eleven children myself, all ten months and older, most of which have left for other parts and packs. This year it seems there will be no pups. My mate has recently died, you see, and we have no other bonded pairs. A sad thing, but it will allow us to grow stronger as a pack. Everything is for a reason.”

The two of you slow as a dark grey female – kin to Rose, as the scent goes – appears with an exceedingly large brown male from behind the tree line. Rose slows, tail high but wagging. She looks back to you. “I would like to introduce you to my eldest daughter, Tonrar, and a great hunter, Balkar. They are in charge of the hunting around here. Toni’s nose is the most amazing thing I’ve found, and Balkar has supreme insight into the minds of the prey. They are truly amazing to see working together. Perhaps you’ll get the chance.”

“Hello mother.” The grey, Toni, smiles and wags her tail. She glances at you, but quickly turns her gaze back to the mighty wolf at your side. “Kenji is back, mother, and he’s looking for you to report on the North Forrest pack.”
“Thank you dear. Will you two continue explaining the rules and restrictions to our new friend? I’ve covered fighting rules, at the most. I’m afraid I’ve been a bit chatty today, a totally uncharacteristic trait of mine.” Rose turns to you yet again, swinging her sinewy body around fully to face you. “I must run on now. I would take you to the den site at my speed, but it’s for the best that you learn the rules before you’re introduced to the rest of the pack. I’ll be seeing you soon.” With that, she turned and dashed off, a much faster pace than the one she set with you in tow.

The fae called Toni looked at you with keen interest. It wasn’t often that new members were accepted to the pack – another rule, to keep the pack manageable. “Hello there. So, as to the rules.. Ah yes. You are not perfect, just like I’m not, nor even my mother. No one is. So don’t pretend you are. All that will result in is a harsh rebuke, or, for repeated offence, banishment from the pack. Pretend perfects just get on everyone’s nerves. Along the same lines, you cannot, under any circumstance, control another member. Unless you are a new mother, in which case you quite obviously control your pups from birth until they emerge from the den, at which point they develop their own personalities and sometimes balk at your command.” The fae turned and started trotting back in the direction she came from. The silent brown male turned and followed, encouraging you to do the same. Once on your way, the fae begins again. “Also, it helps immensely if you speak intelligently. I can’t abide a pack member shortening their speech constantly – it makes us all look uncivilized and uncouth. When holding a conversation, it’s usually a fantastic idea to let the other party respond before determining something important. It’s only polite. Speaking of polite, I have not been in this conversation.” She chuckled and shook her fur out. The brown at her side huffed in humor, resulting in a neat and playful hip-check by the grey. “I am completely monopolizing the conversation, all in one big jumble. Generally, this is a no-no unless you’re telling a story or maybe simply talking to yourself. Even though, that last option is a bit odd, and probably shouldn’t happen too much.” Finally the young wolf – for she truly was no older than two – ceased talking to catch her breath.

The brown – Balkar, his name was – picked up the strain. He turned his kind, wise yellow eyes on you before speaking up. “Also, these lands are quite extensive. You’re bound to make a few geographical mistakes at first – I did. Please accept our guidance in correcting you. We’re only trying to help better your knowledge when this happens, not criticize you, I promise. Also, like you undoubtedly experienced.. all of our new packmates must be first accepted by our Alphena, Rose. But that’s only the first test – your acceptance also depends on the other member’s reactions to you. If one or two wolves have an issue with your joining, we’ll hope for the situation to be resolved and continue on. However, if many wolves take offence at your joining, based on your age, general health, temperament and interactions with the members, then you’ll either be asked to leave peacefully or run out by force… Not to scare you off or anything. Our pack is generally fairly accepting.” He grinned at you. Balkar was a large, handsome wolf, boasting a deep chest and a dark mask. He was about five years old and in his prime. It was a small wonder that he was content to be a subordinate in another’s pack, when, due to age and strength, he could by all rights have his own flourishing pack. You refocus your attention when his voice leaks through your preoccupied mind. “Also, just want to say that everyone has their own way of talking, thinking, and acting. It’s a character trait, and very useful for telling people apart.”

Toni finally comes back into the conversation with a slightly embarrassing suggestion. “If you do happen to find a mate… we don’t want to know the details. We all know how pups come to be, we don’t need a recap of exactly how they were conceived, nor do we need intense reminiscing of the birth. Of course, a mother might want to give a general idea of the birth… who came first, anything outstanding during the process, etcetera, etcetera. But really, enough is enough, so it’s probably better to stop after minimal description.” The young fae winked at you, giggling. Balkar ducked his head, looking quite embarrassed. “Mmh, and also, if you choose to leave the pack, it would be very mature of you to let my mother.. er, I mean, the alpha, know when. Even if you plan to return after a bit, just let us know so we don’t go looking. Otherwise, we’ll presume you dead and move on.”

[Emberwood]

Members

The two wolves continue on in silence, and you correctly presume that the rules have all been touched upon. The pair is apparently letting them sink in, so you can memorize the content of their instruction. As this happens, you take it upon yourself to observe your guides.

Tonrar
As her long, sleek, almost silver legs lope along beside you, it provides the perfect opportunity to see her trim young form stretch out. Her back and head bare the dark black and grey saddle/mask combination that is so familiar in wolves. A mass of smoke looks to be stretching from the tip of her nose to just the base of her tail, and covers the tops of her flanks and shoulders. She was on the smaller side, but had an alpha's spirit about her. Perhaps that came from being the daughter of a wolf like Rose. Toni's mustard colored eyes glowed with intuition and brilliance. She seemed to be a nice, if slightly protective young fae.

Balkar
Your eyes skidded over to the large black/brown sable he-wolf. He was a handsome thing, if a little older than his companion. His fur had no patches or patterns, instead it was evenly peppered with onyx and cocoa colored hairs. His muzzle was a shade or three lighter than the rest of him, and there was a curious little white tip on the top of his left ear and the end of his long, plush tail. His rather bulky muscles, in contrast to the more usual sinewy ones, bulged his skin, sending ripples of shine with every movement. His warm amber eyes shone with content and good humor.


As you snap out of you examination, it also appears that the three of you have come upon the main den site. You top the crest of a small hill and several wolves look up.

Kenji
You spot Rose talking to a mirror image of herself. At first you are taken aback – did she have a twin? But no, as you look closer, you see slight differences. Most importantly, this one is male, and young, two at most. As your nose automatically casts out for information, you discover that this male is the son of Rose, brother of Toni. He is obviously a part o the pack, but seems to have been gone for quite a bit. He’d been somewhere that smelled of alpine trees, oxen and… other wolves. As you gather this, he turns his emerald colored eyes on you and smiles kindly. He is equally as kind as Balkar, but you immediately drop your eyes. The black has an Alpha aurora to him, and judging by his scars, he is a fierce competitor.

Sandstorm
Your gaze wonders around and lands on a sand colored, wiry male. He looks to be about seven years old, and seems to be missing the better part of his right ear. Scarring stretched down the right side of his face, disfiguring his eye and leaving a cleft in his cheek. Even still, the black streaks mixed into the light yellow of his pelt was stunning, and the wolf himself was a beautiful specimen. His scent tells you of his completely unrelated heritage towards the dominant pack bloodline. It also concedes something extremely unfortunate – this exquisite male is unable to father children. This explains why he does not have a mate, nor his own pack. He looks at you as well, sapphire eyes exceedingly striking under a dark mask. His white toes clench on his forelimbs as he raises himself. The golden wolf shakes his pelt to rid it of bracken and dirt, then sits and thumps his tail lazily. Another gentle wolf, it seems, though again his scars give you pause. You look on.

Kipcha
This time your eyes rest on a reddish-grey wolf, finally a female. She also has no blood relation to the hierarchy, but is in contrast completely fertile. She was maybe three, and on the lighter side of builds. The fae looked up at your entourage and began to wag her tail.. that is, until she looked away from the big brown wolf and turned her gaze to you. Her hackles lifted slightly and her upper lip curled back just the slightest. It seems there might be a problem with this wolf.

Tonrar noticed the fae’s aggression and was quick to speak up. She leaned in closer to you and spoke with a low voice, her eyes on the fae. “Don’t let her get to you. She’s just insanely jealous of anyone new. You see, she’s very insecure about her position as it is. Also, she dislikes when Balkar gives his attention to anyone else, male or female. She’s got a pretty intense crush on him, and dislikes anyone – myself included – who takes his time and attention away from her. Don’t give her a second thought.”

You nod, still unsure.

“Hm.. you’ll get used to her. Anyways, her name is Kipcha, the yellow male is Sand, and the black is my brother, Kenji. All my other siblings have moved on for now, but they visit regularly, especially the younger ones. You’ll meet them eventually.”

Rose
As Toni speaks, your eyes land on Rose yet again. She was quite the specimen of female wolf. Her size was massive, leading you to believe that what they say about alphas is true - they never stop growing. The thin, slightly metallic scar running from shoulder to hip was very intriguing and matched the scar on her brow bone. You know there's a story hidden there, perhaps several. The old fae had white markings along the bridge of her nose that stood out starkly against the deep noir of her pelt. Her brilliant emerald eyes, flecked with the palest of sea green, were equally striking as that of her son's.

[Emberwood]

The Lands

“Hey Sandy!” The fae turned from you. As she called out, the lithe sable wolf stood and wondered over. He grinned at you before turning his attention to Toni. You notice that he’s subtly keeping the right side of his face away from your eyes. “Would you show our friend the grounds? Just the immediate area, so you’re not away for days, if you will. The rest can be generally described. Our friend will figure it out on their own as time goes by.”

Sand shrugged his shoulders in acceptance. The grey wolf smiled, licked his cheek in gratitude and left the hill, bringing Balkar with her. Sand turned to you. When he spoke, his voice was very gravely, and you belatedly notice a mass of scar tissue along his jugular, where the fur has thinned or even refused to regrow. The mysteries of this wolf continue to grow. “Hello there, newbie. Contrary to Toni’s naming of myself, I despise being called Sandy. Sand, Sandstorm or, more rarely, Storm will do just nicely. Shall we be off then?” He smiled and set out.

“Now obviously, this is our current den site. We do change sites throughout the seasons, as per normal, but this one usually lasts longest. It’s sheltered by high sided hills on each side but one, which is shrouded by a dense forest. It’s recommended that we don’t go into the forest alone. There’s been things happening in there. It’s all to do with the two-leggers. They’re looking to expand their territory, and have been uprooting some of the trees towards the edge of the forest. Rose thinks they’ll eventually make their way inward. Kensu, her father, was trapped and killed by humans years ago. She doesn’t want any lone wolf near humans – you stand a higher chance of capture if you’re alone. However, a lot of small meals can be found in the forest – rabbits, ground squirrels, ground-nesting birds and other things.”

During this speech, you’ve been looking around the area the pair of you are exploring. The field of green grass is bordered to one side by thinning woods, and on the other the grass is slowly disappearing into a dirt, sand and stone mesh. A short distance away and to the left, you can hear the rumble of a body of water. The air holds no salt, so you infer that it’s an inland water source. Sand picks up on your thoughts. “Yes, the water you hear is safe for drinking. But it takes a while to get to. You’ve got to go over the dirt patch for around a half day. However, the water is surrounded by lush, beautiful greenscape, with a few bushy trees and plants. We’ve dug our den there as well. Now, back on track. If we continue this way, you’ll eventually circle around into the forest again, then back out of our territory. Now, back the other way, on the opposite side of the current den site, the green continues on for several miles with trees, foliage and drinking ponds.
“Additionally a stream runs through a portion of that land, but it’s banks are lined y large rocks and boulders. It is perfect for sunning though. Anyways, continuing that way, eventually you’ll get to the mountains. It’s not really mountains, but they are very large, wooded hills. They’re full of game, especially when the elk come through, but be careful. On the bottom of the other side resides a human settlement. It’s small still, but growing. And due to the humans’ strange habit of growing and breeding oxen, they’re very threatening towards wolves. The think we salivate over their wooly beasts to an insane extent. Quite ridiculous, really. But yes, that’s the basics. We have dens all over, like I said. One by the large lake a half day’s journey away, a few in the mountains, and another at the far south of the green fields. Of course, individuals have the option of digging their own den if they feel the need. And the birthing and nursing den is towards the sound too, but closer to the mountains.”

The short haired wolf licked his lips before grinning. He turned to look at you over his shoulder. “Haha, sorry for the whole spiel.. I’ve done it many times, it’s gotten to be a routine by now. I honestly don’t talk much day-to-day. Now let’s head back and get you settle in, yeah?” With that the wolf turned and loped back the way you came.

As you follow, you pause to reflect the fact that these wolves have a fascination with taking you back and forth….

[Emberwood]

Username Emberwood
Character Name Black Rose || Rose
Character Age Thirteen
Character Gender Female
Character History Ah, where to begin? Rose was born the only sister in a litter of four, to Aaya and Korac, both grey wolves on the smaller side. Anyways, just a few months after Rose and her siblings made her first journey out of the birthing den, hunters came through. Her mother and father - and the rest of the pack - got away, but the puppies were taken away for a group of scientists. The experiment called only for male wolves, and so Rose was to be disposed of. The man in charge of her disposal had a young nephew, and gave Rose to him. She spent two years in the house, living as a pet to the boy named Jon with an old black lab for a playmate. Then, in a midst of confusion, wolf pelt hunters who'd heard of Rose came into their backyard. Rose and the lab dashed out, scared of the invaders with small hunting guns. The two canines raced down the street in fear. The lab tripped up and fell in the road. In the same instant, a man fired a shot, striking Rose through her left hind leg. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she made her way to the forest and disappeared.
Slowly, the she-wolf wandered until she found herself in another's pack lands. This pack was called Emerald Eyes pack, which was perfect for a green eyed wolf such as Rose. Through the months spent there, she slowly but surely rose through the ranks until reaching Alpha. During this time she had two mates, one named Lekki who died a few short months later, and another named Itachi, the son of the Alphaess before rose. A few months after, in which Rose battled quite unfamiliar things and acquired a good many scars, presented the surprise of her life. Rose's family found her. Her mother and father, that is, who's pack had disbanded, leaving the members to scatter. Anyways. So yes, Aaya and Korac were back in Rose's life. Within the year, they had another litter of pups, this time totaling seven. After the majority of the huge wolf pack either left for their own pack or died, Rose led her family away. A year passed and found them living on the fringes of two waring packs, Crystal Ice and Fire Stone. They spent a large amount of time there, quite peaceful. Their family grew, through her parents and siblings pups. And, eventually, Rose had her own pups with a vicious grey male, Fitz. He was sarcastic and battle-hardened, and had a deep loathing for anything helpless or female. That is, until Rose. Through a very unorthodox courtship, the two became mates and wound up with two litters. By then her bloodline dominated the territory, and they took over command after Fire Stone's alpha disappeared and Crystal Ice's relinquished her claim. During this time, both of Rose's parents succumbed to age and died within weeks of one another.
Fitz was soon fallen by a rough hunt, leaving Rose alone yet again. She left soon after and has been mysteriously silent about the three years she was gone between then and the time she started this new pack.
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Character Appearance Larger than most, black as a moonless midnight, and with crisp emerald eyes that have the power to shatter a lesser wolf with one glare. The beastly fae has an incredibly long, thin scar, straight as a blade, from left shoulder to left flank, and a matching, thicker and smaller scar along her left brow ridge. Her mussle holds a thin line of pure white, from tip to mid forehead, and two tiny dots above her eyes. Her back left leg had a clear as day bullet hole through it, matching the one in her right ear neatly. Massive scarring, covered thinly by fur, marred her front right paw. She had nicks and scratches several more places, mainly her battered lips and brutalized ears. All in all, a scary wolf to run afoul of.
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Username Emberwood
Character Name Tonrar || Toni
Character Age Two
Character Gender Female
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Character Name Balkar
Character Age Four
Character Gender Male
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Character Name Kenji
Character Age Two
Character Gender Male
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Character Name Sandstorm || Sand
Character Age Seven
Character Gender Male
Character History Once upon a time...just kidding. About seven years ago, a small grey wolf gave life to a litter of six. All were interesting in their way, but especially so the small, sandstone colored runt. He was so kind, so curious and sweet. Unfortunately, life has a way of encroaching on the sweetest of things, this pup included.
Some three years later, the pup now grown to a shaggy coated adult, Sandstorm had been on his own for a good half year. Soon enough though, a pack of hardened wolves who called themselves the Traits took him in. What happened there is still blurry and unknown for the most part. However, once he found his family again they could see changes, both physical and psychological in the wolf.
After a kind of rough transition back into pack mentality, Sand developed as he was now - a quiet, outwardly friendly wolf. He lived with his family pack for a good two years before they split up, due to humans encroaching and the fact that the pack was largely one bloodline. Since, the wolf has wondered around until finding his current area.
Character Personality Sand is usually very quiet, often morose. He hides it well, often becoming quite easygoing and carefree when in the presence of others. He has been through a lot, and with experience comes knowledge. He is never condescending nor does he seem to get ruffled very easily. Genuinely a kind, sad wolf.
Character Apperance As mentioned and implied, Sandstorm is the color of sand with thick streaks of brown and black along his back and white on his toes. He has grown up tall, all sinew and wiry muscles. The wolf looks kind in his eyes, but there are definitely secrets about him. Sand seems to be missing the better part of his right ear and scarring stretched down the right side of his face, disfiguring his eye and leaving a cleft in his cheek. Even still, the black streaks mixed into the light yellow of his pelt was stunning, and the wolf himself was a beautiful specimen. His concerning colored sapphire eyes peer out from under a dark facial mask.
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Username Emberwood
Character Name Kipcha || Kipp
Character Age Three
Character Gender Female
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Username Soriams
Character Name Sijac
Character Age Three
Character Gender Male
Character History See Above
Character Personality[size=85]Sijac carries himself with an air of confidence, he has survived many hardships in his young life and holds a firm belief that he will be able to handle anything else that comes his way. Though this confidence could be confused with arrogance, he really lacks in the experience necessary to be considered alpha material. He is a bit of a kidder and, though an adult, he still likes to play games. Though he is happy to have found a pack and the stability that it brings into his life, he is a little afraid to let them in. Sijac has in some twisted way convinced himself that they need him more than he needs them. He loves his sister dearly though, and is somewhat wary of anyone who seems to have an eye for her. He would be a gentle and loving male if he could learn to let a bit of the tenderness he feels for his sister show to anyone else.
Character AppearanceFrom a human perspective, Sijac and Ollie are nearly identical wolves. Both have ruddy coats splotched with black patches on top and cream fur on their chests and bellies. Their ears are covered in velvety fur of a lighter red than that of their bodies, each with a white tip. Darker grey masks grace their faces that have slender, refined features with long muzzles of the same cream fur and black, glistening noses. Both their eyes are a piercing golden yellow, akin to that of an owl. Sijac is a larger wolf than Ollie, and well built with a strong, wide shouldered appearance. He also has a ruddy stripe running from his nose up between his eyes. Young and healthy, he sports no other scars or distinguishing markings. HIs scent marks him for a confident, though young wolf. With the smell of salt and bracken still clinging to him from birth, a spicy earth scent distinguishes him.
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Username Soriams
Character Name Ollie
Character Age Three
Character Gender Female
Character History See Above
Character PersonalityOllie is a sweet wolf, though somewhat shy at times. She is rather fearful of strange males and can act aggressively towards them if she doesn't trust them. Other than that, she is an open and approachable wolf, carrying the mentality of a delta or other middle of the pack hunter. Her months of travel have left her strong enough to take care of herself, though she much prefers to have company, especially that of her brother. She gets lonely when solitude finds her for too long, and tends to stick close to the rest of the pack.
Character AppearanceOllie is nearly identical to her brother Sijac. Both have ruddy coats splotched with black patches on top and cream fur on their chests and bellies. Their ears are covered in velvety fur of a lighter red than that of their bodies, each with a white tip. Darker grey masks grace their faces that have slender, refined features with long muzzles of the same cream fur and black, glistening noses. Both their eyes are a piercing golden yellow, akin to that of an owl. Ollie is a bit smaller than her brother and sports the tall, lean physique of a sprinter. Her muzzle is a tad lighter in color than her brother's and has a light tan stripe running up it and between her eyes. Poorly hidden by the thick fur on her neck, are several scars from her encounter with Sirius. Rough edged marks torn into her from his cruel teeth. Her scent marks her for a young female, but there is something odd about it. Part of her smells much older, as though she was a wolf well past her prime. She shares the same salty smell as her brother, but with a sweeter flavor, like the softly scented grasses of the shore.
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Monster
Character Name:
Vassilissa. {Vass-ill-ee-sa], She prefers to be called either Vass, Or Isa.
Character Age:
She is four in wolf years; twenty-eight in human years.
Character Gender:
She is a fae.
Character History:
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Character Personality:
Vass is one of those fae's that none of the brutes desire to toy with. She's quick to defend herself, and/or start the trouble herself. She's a very daring she wolf and is always up for some dangerous journey, or aimless adventure to a pointless destination. Vass hardly ever sits down until her paws are practically begging for a rest. You won't find this fae lying around in wait. She's always brisk and light on her paws and ready for a hunt. Vass is also a very intelligent fae; her quick and witty come backs can be quite harsh sometimes, seeming as she's not the best at relationships. Despite her personality she had a deep respect for her higher ranking brothers and sisters. She has always admired her leaders and has a hidden ambition to start a family and pack of her own. Though she finds comfort with her pack as is. Even though she won't admit it, she is afraid of a few things, as is natural for a wolf. She doesn't fancy thunder storms, the loud crash of the thunder often causes a shudder or to to creep down her spine. She also takes a very strong disliking to water.
Character Appearance:
Vass is a raven black young female with piercing bright, illuminating, golden eyes. Darker flecks of a copper color can be seen in her iris should you be close enough to her. The only markings on the sleek fae is a dainty splash of white centered in the middle of her chest. Her fur appears to be shiny and reflective, earning her the name 'Vasilissa' which means 'raven' in Russian. Her body is built for running and swift turns and veers. She is able to dart through foliage like no other wolven, coming in handy when either bolting from an enemy or perusing a catch. Her paws a rather small for her age, which is often an object for others to make a crude joke of her; though she is quick to be sure they keep their mouths shut.

[Emberwood]

Current Mates
None

Current Pups
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Current Rankings
Rose is our Alpha. She is the only alpha, and is not particularly looking for a mate.
There are no Betas at the moment. If I had to distinguish, I'd say Kenji was, but he, Sand, Balkar and Tonrar are all pretty much equal. Sand and Balkar are content to follow, but are more than capable with leading. Kenji is the closest to Rose, and Tonrar is Rose's daughter and Kenji's litter mate.
The lowest ranking is Kipcha, due to her stand-offish nature and lack of ties and familiarity with the other members.
Sijac and Ollie are the newest members, still finding their way.

[Emberwood]

Kipcha

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Kipp rolled to her feet and stalked towards the yellow male. After fishing in the river, he'd climbed up the rocks and stood in front of her dripping, and refused to dry himself with a shake. The tiny noise annoyed her to no end. Today had just not been her day. She hadn't seen Balkar all day - he was busy with Kenji and Rose, doing something or other she wasn't privy to know. She'd lost the three rabbits she'd gone after, plus the little red fox. When she attempted fishing on her own, she tried to swipe a fish out of the water with her paw as she stood still in the middle.. as she'd been taught. But the high stone banks foiled her. The trout slapped the side of the rock wall, bounced back and smacked her in the nose! She finally gave up her attempt at a snack for the day and began to pick her way to the top of the boulders to perch for a sunbath. On the way, her front paw loosened a stone, which fell right on top of her toes on her hind leg, which still throbbed.
And then.
Ooh, and then. And then, Sand came up, happy as could be, and dove into the water. Of course, with the way the day was going, it wouldn't be complete without the old brute sending a wave of fishy water to splash over her barely warmed shoulders. While he was at it, the wolf plunged his face into the stream, pulled it back out with a giant fish trapped in his maw, and proceed to let it go. Really, wolf, really? And to top it all off, there he stood, sopping wet. Dripping. And dripping. And dripping.
"Will. You. Stop. Dripping. Seriously, either shake off or leave me be. I am so not in the mood right now Sand, please don't push me." The idiotic grin that spread across his marred face was not a good sign.
The sandy wolf was an interesting creature. One could say that they know him, but they'd be wrong. He did not talk about his past to anyone. He kept all his true feelings to himself, but he put on an excellent show. When he gave that toothy grin, he was in a playful mood and was usually a little bit of a prankster. When he smiled without fangs, his eye lids half closed, he was feeling amused by the other wolves' normal habits, such as cleaning a paw or chewing a bone. When his face was blank, his temper was wearing thin. Speaking of, no one had seen his temper just yet. He had insane, iron-clad control that no one dared tested. But when his face shows no emotion, but his eyes are sad... or terrified... that's when the wolf is to be avoided at all costs. That's when his memories have taken over, and sometimes he doesn't realise that he's safe. He'll start to shiver, and his tail will curl up and press flat against his underbelly. If it gets so bad that he lays down in the smallest place he can find, that's when the pack will curl around him silently and stay as long as it takes. The wolf had demons, and no one was willing to find out what they were.

Sandstorm

Sand was bored. So beyond bored it wasn't funny. The wolf glanced around his little area before noticing Kipcha was gone. His non-marred brow rose a fraction as he stretched, tail waving playfully. As the he-wolf trotted off, nose searching, he chuckled to himself. He'd previously noticed the red wolf's slight preoccupation with one handsome git named Balkar... and the pique she experienced when he paid her no more than a friendly glance. The whole drama was quite sad and entertaining to watch, and everyone involved was clueless. Kipcha was interested in Balkar, Balkar was...not particularly looking at the moment, and the only other female in the pack - besides the motherly-like Rose - was Tonrar, so Kipp automatically was jealous of her, especially since the only other males were the unbreedable Sand himself and Tonrar's own sibling, Kenji. Ah, romantic drama was always interesting to Sand. He believed he'd never have a mate, due to his lack of potential as a sire. He and Rose were quite the companions. She no longer wished for a mate. After going through four, the last being the true love of her life, she had no interest in finding another. She had her pups, and she had her pack. That's all she wants.
And that's what Sand was content to be with - pack. He could do nothing about pups, and he didn't wish to sentence a female to a life without them either.
Anywho. Back to the fun.
He spotted the young fae in a rather unhappy slump atop the sun-bleached stones surrounding the river. The older wolf contemplated a moment before loping towards the water. Straight in he leapt, aiming his body for the best splash, before catching a terrified river trout. He spat it out quickly afterwards - he never ate them, only hotblooded animals - and climbed up in front of the lonely wolfette. His tail waved behind him as watter rivulets fell from his cold, cold nose and the deep cleft in his lip. He knew it was only a matter of time before her outburst, in the mood she was in. Soon enough, he got what he was after. He could feel the playful grin tugging at his lips.
Oh, he had plans for this little girl...

[Soriams]

Sijac

Slipping through the woods on quiet paws, Sijac pads forward through the woods at a gentle lope, his sister Ollie following just a step or two behind. To his left the once mighty river of his birth has shrunken down to the size of a burbling mountain stream. We have come so far now, I don't even think my feet remember how to stop moving... He thinks, looking through the trees and into the dense underbrush around him. It seems as the river shrunk, the trees have grown, as though somehow they have stolen the strength of the water and taken it for their own use. Grown to enormous proportions, the oak and hemlock towers above them, trunks much thicker than a wolf is long. Beneath them, ferns wave as fiddleheads poke their way up from the soil, competing with the saplings and clinging clematis that tangle together in an impenetrable looking mat. It is truly a different world from the one they left behind on the delta, the thin willow and alder trees were nothing like these towering hardwoods, and the soft grasses of the fen are no competition for the ferns and boreal mosses.
Since the trees began to grow taller, at least the hunting has gotten easier, the woods are full of small game such as squirrels and rabbits. Looking down from the side of the stream towards the fast moving water, he skirts one of the many large rocks that sick out from the bank. In truth, the shore has gotten so rocky and the river so swift that he is truly grateful for the plentiful game elsewhere. Growing up on the shore, so close to the ocean that his mind he can still smell the brackish water when he looks at the stream. He and his sister are used to fishing, digging clams and other tasty morsels from the sand when times are tough. The shoreline has become so rocky, and the plants grow so closely to the shore now that he doubts there is any sand to dig in.
Pausing for a moment to walk down to the water near a calm, glassy backwash, he dips his head and laps up a bit of the cold, clear water. I don't think I'll ever get used to that taste. He thinks wrinkling his nose a bit, as he looks back to Ollie. Sharing his expression as she too takes a drink, neither one have quite become accustom to the taste of the fresh stream. They are used to the heavy water of the river basin, aged with time and flavored by the long slow journey of the river towards the sea.
Ollie's head suddenly jerks upward as her ears swivel around a second before he eyes follow to look behind her. Startled by her sudden movement, Sijac steps closer to her, speaking softly in her ear, "What is it? What did you hear? He questions his sister, she has always seemed to be the one with the hunter's gifts: clarity of sight and smell, as well as keen hearing.
Her ears slowly relax as does her posture and she looks back to him, giving him a weak smile. "Nothing... I thought I heard something coming, but I bet it was just another one of those rodents knocking stuff out of the trees again. I haven't heard anything more." She says, nudging him gently with her nose in a chiding gesture, trying to get him to calm down.
Shaking his head with a bit of an exasperated expression, Sijac starts up the river bank again, working his way ever northward as they travel upstream. His nose twitches a bit as a scent passes through the air ahead of him. An odd foxy smell, but denser and not as pungent, something strangely familiar and yet wild that carries to him on the breeze. Not paying attention at first as he works his way around a sharp bend in the bank, he stops dead in his tracks when he runs into a wall of scent markings, his feet scrabbling for purchase on the slick rocks. A territory border! He thinks, surprise etched across his muzzle, the boundary making his nose wrinkle as he puts it to the ground, taking in the smell of what appears to be edge of a sizable wolf pack territory. "Ollie, do you smell that? Wolves! And not some passing loner like we have scented before, this is fresh. There must be an active pack here.

Ollie

Ollie had picked up the canid scent long before Sijac pulled up short. Just after leaving the backwash she had started to pick up on the smell of other wolves, making the fur on the back of her neck rise a bit. I don't like this... We don't know these wolves and we don't belong here. What if they don't want us here, or worse... She pushes the thought aside, not wanting to remember what had happened in the past.
Ollie is so caught up in her own thoughts that she nearly runs into the back end of her brother as he pulls up short. "What the?.." she starts to say before she realizes just how strong the scent has grown in front of her. Gingerly picking her way across the stony bank, she walks up next to her brother, smelling the ground along with him. The border is an invisible wall, stronger than any human fence telling them to keep out. Glancing over to her brother as he speaks, she stares at him the fur on her back puffing out even more as her tail drops and her ears pin back. How can he be so excited about this? She thinks, taking a few steps back from the line. "We... We should go back."
Sijac looks at his sister, a frown forming on his face as he scowls at her. "Go back? Ollie, how can you say that? This is the chance we've been waiting for! This could be the home we have been looking for all these moons!" He says emphatic, his tail wagging behind him with hope that for just once she won't be afraid.
Ollie shakes her head and takes another step back. "But Sijac, we can't just enter another pack's territory! What if they are unfriendly, or don't want us here?" She asks, not voicing her other hidden fears.
Growing a bit angry with what he must see as his sister's cowardice, he defiantly takes a few steps over the border. "Ollie, there is no going back now, the river leads right through here and it could take days, or even weeks to go around. With no certainty that we could find it on the other side. What are you going to do, run all the way back to the delta because there are a few other wolves around here? Common, I think this is destiny, a sign that by following the river we were supposed to find them." His words sound certain, and there is a bit of stubborn decisiveness to his posture, but Ollie can tell from his tone of voice he is trying to convince himself just as much as her.
This is madness... And yet, if he is right, it cold mean rest and company for the first time since the storm. She thinks, but just the same follows her brother over the border. "I hope you're right, Sijac. Otherwise it will be more than our past we are running from." She just shakes her head as he grins at her, bounding forward and prancing on his big paws for a moment before slowing down his pace to a walk.
The siblings proceed with a bit of caution, noses tipped up to the wind as they walk along the bank for a few more moments before slipping into the undergrowth. Deciding wordlessly that it is probably best to proceed with caution and not run recklessly into the unknown. Still shadowing the track of the river, the bank is somewhat obscured from view as they slowly pick their way around another bend. The rocks are higher here, the granite and slate rimming the water into a channel. Up ahead, they can see the water begin to slow as it approaches the narrow, swift moving current they passed moments before. Without warning, a loud splash can be heard followed by a smaller ruckus of churning water. Freezing where they stand, Ollie and Sijac lift their heads, ears tilted towards the noise. Moments later a female voice drifts towards them, too muffled by the the sounds of the water for them to make out the exact words. Oh Sijac... You better be right...

[Emberwood]

Sandstorm

The older wolf laughed. So predictably funny, Kipp's reactions. All Sand wanted was to lighten her outlook on all things considered - Balkar not withstanding. She was usually in quite a good mood, whenever the male talked to her. Balkar, being himself, liked to talk to everyone daily at least, so it was quite fine. But on days like these - when Balkar was with Tonrar all day.. Oooh, buddy... "Come on, Kippy, don't be like that! Go for a run with me. Or finally teach me how to climb trees like you. Such an odd talent, but it's come in hand a time or two before." It was true, the red ruffed wolf was actually quite talented in scaling the massive growths. But truthfully, Sandstorm firmly believed that four paws belonged on the ground, not in tree branches. But the young animal had come to them knowing the.. 'art' of climbing trees, of all things. She'd behaved like a cougar - she would climb trees, perch, and wait. Soon enough, a hoofed animal of prey - usually an elk, as were her favorites - would position itself in the extremely unlucky patch just below the wolf's branch. She then would jump down and either break the spine or reach around and tear through the jugular, quite effectively killing the beast and providing a nice meal for the pack. No one knew why she had the talent... but it honestly was a very safe way to hunt large game, but ole Sand was a traditionalist. By the look in her eyes, Kipcha knew it too.
"You are ridiculous, Sandstorm. Just.. leave me be. I'm not in the mood for company." The silky female sat down again and lowered her gaze to the tumbling water. She could see the silver shines reflecting of the metallic bodies of river trout and other fish, could see stones and pebbles and water moss.
Sand studied her a moment, before walking next to her and sitting down awkwardly - much like how a fat puppy would. I gots me a plan.. He nudged her shoulder until she looked at him, and he gave her an innocent little grin. "Kipcha. Pretty girl... I need to loose a few pounds" the fae began to smile, then to chuckle as he continued on in a semi dramatic tone, "...and you, being so trim and athletic, you could push me to run faster and shed that weight! Please, dear, you could do me a great favor! If I'm not in my best shape I'll-"
The yellow wolf was interrupted by Kipcha's loud humor, causing him to chuckle and shake his head. He loved to make others smile, and a laugh was always so much better. Even though Sand was only seven, he saw everyone as his own pups, and behaved like an indulgent father would. He hated seeing his friends unhappy. After a moment, Kipcha caught her breath and leaned against her friend. "You silly old man. Fine, fine Sandy, I'll go for a run with you. Just, let's not talk about.. anyone. Okay?"
The male jumped up and turned in a circle before prancing in space sarcastically. "Let's go! Let's go!" He was elated to have broke through this time. Sometimes, Kipcha was too deeply rooted in her moods for him to pull her out. He hated those times, and often went off by himself until the next day or two, when she was in a better mood.
Now, the two took off at a quick lope, up towards the mountains to run the border back into the densite. It was a strange thing, but, by choice, Sandstone never scent marked. He'd explained to Rose that he thought his "state" - his inability to reproduce - would lower other's standards of the pack, and might cause them to try and invade. Sand really did NOT want to cause pain anymore. He was, in fact, the pack's best fighter, as his scars would hint at. But he very rarely displayed any anger or aggression if he didn't have to.

Kipcha

That sweet wolf... Kipcha smiled as she ran with Sandstorm. He always was the one in the pack to cheer someone up if they were feeling down. He was the one who helped everyone with their problems, even Rose. It hurt him if he couldn't help. Before they knew eachother well enough, but after Kipp had observed that it saddened him to fail, she would try to fake it. But that usually made it worse - he could tell she still felt bad, and he knew she felt bad for him. Times like that would end in Sand running away from the group for up to a week before returning, no mention of why he left at all. Because of his disposition, and before the fae had learned what that indescribable scent of his meant, she had been looking at him as more than a friend. But she wanted pups, and she'd heard him flat out say that he never wanted a mate, so she turned her affections elsewhere.
Before they got far, Sand pulled up short. "Wha-" she started to ask, but was shushed by the male. His nose worked hard and his ears twitched towards the front. Finally, she smelled it too - two interlopers, brother and sister. Her ears flicked back. "Sand, we should call for Rose..."
"Hush, Kipcha." Sand's nose, and his own peculiar 'scent', allowed him to distinguish what was so uniquely curious about the female's scent. He'd smelled such things before, back in an old pack, and knew how most of them came to be. The male looked to the red at his side, and sighed. He wished he has Rose or Tonrar with him - a more polite and gentle fae. He did not wish to approach the girl by himself, not with his knowledge. But he didn't want to unleash Kipcha on the poor siblings, not on her own. She was too openly aggressive towards everyone, but females especially. This scent told him she might be skittish of anyone, with good reason, and an aggressive approach would likely terrify her. He couldn't tell anything else from the scents, beyond that the two were a sibling pair and from across the mountains.
Kipcha had nearly no clue what was going through Sand's mind, nor did her unremarkable nose pick up the fae's odd scent. So, before Sand could stop her, she barged past him and ran towards the others. She pushed her legs to the limit to get there first. Once there, her ears slicked back and her lips rose to flash her pearly canines. Her fur bristled and a low pitch growl reverberated in her chest. "Who are you and why have you crossed our border without permission?" She truly had no authority. She was one of those wolves who could never make it in an Alpha position... not on her life. But she wanted respect, completely oblivious to the subtle kind she receives from the whole pack. She wanted wolves to take notice when she walked, not pretend she wasn't there.
And Kipcha severely disliked the thought of more wolves in the pack, especially another young female to compete for Balkar's affections. There was enough competition with Tonrar as it was, she was not looking forward to more. She eyed the almost twin-like pair with pure hostility, waiting for a response. The male seemed overly cocky, something that would send ripples galore through their calm little pack. The fae seemed cowardly as all get out, almost hiding behind her brother. The both of them made her skin crawl with unpleasant tingles. So far, in the year that she'd been here, no other wolves had come calling on the group. Oh, they were both striking wolves, in fantastic condition. But that may have only made Kipp hate them more. She did not see herself as beautiful, though others disagreed behind her back. To her, her small stature and ruddy coloring was an oddity, something to be avoided. But to others she was an exotic vixen, compelling in looks.
Just faintly Kipp could hear Sand send out a call for Rose, nothing urgent. Nothing urgent? Invaders!