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[R0be0]

Inferno.
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♕ Let's set this whole word on ғɪʀᴇ ♕
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Inferno didn't like it when Eden came into the conversation as well, she disliked those with a higher rank because she knew that she couldn't act in as much trouble as she would have liked to. Though she guessed that it was certain that an higher rank would notice her eventually. Everyone knew that she was one of the pack's biggest troublemakers. She had gained the title quickly because of her quick tongue and short temper. She was surprised how much they took this as an insult, her old pack was so different than his, so much that even trying to explain it would be impossible. So when Eden asked the question Inferno didn't even know how she was going to even respond. She didn't even know if it was a rhetorical question or not. Though she seemed to have some interest in what Inferno's old pack was like, and so she decided that she would try and explain it best that she could.

"Well it was a lot different for a lot of reasons," Inferno's eyes narrowed. "If a wolf was insane as Mr. Nightowl here they would be kicked off a cliff, or banished with their family into the unknown." She said with a flick of her ear, as she casted a sour look at Canaan. "Also we didn't even call ourselves a pack, we called ourselves a tribe." It was true, most of packs that were in the alps called themselves tribes. She had hardly even heard of packs until she came here. "We didn't have sub-alphas, and the alpha's mate didn't have any major authority in the pack." That was some of the more general differences between the two, "also there were no wimps and melodramatic slops in the pack, if something was done it was done right, and if it wasn't they would be servery punished."

After she spoke to Eden she turned around and looked at Canaan, "oh and by the way I was not kicked out of my old pack." She said with a brief snarl. "I got broke away from them," she flicked one of her ears as she spoke. She didn't like to talk about how she got lost from her pack, but it was better than this dog thinking that she had been kicked out. "Had I been kicked out I ever would have even remotely thought about joining another pack." She paused for a second, "oh and also speaking your mind out loud probably isn't going to get you far retard." She growled slightly.

[Benathorn]

Eden

"If we do not learn to forgive ourselves and accept our sins as apart of who we are
then our very being will be swallowed by the sins we commit." ~ Eden

Sub-Alpha

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Eden knew Inferno did not appreciate her being her and her level of authority made the others in a more submissive state. Eden was however quite interested in Inferno's so called tribe that seemed to function differently then the packs of the forests "Even though you may have been raised under different laws, ours does not dictate killing off the week. Omegas have just as much a part in the pack as an alpha. We all contribute in some way." Eden tried to give them both a gentle glance as Canaan's paranoia seemed to have died down with everyone's presence in the area and she hoped the omega would gain peace at some point in his life. She could agree that it was more efficient to kill off those who had disease and weaknesses that would hinder a pack but Eden would never kill off someone she knew. These tribes wolves seemed quite different yet efficient in their ways but right now there were bigger problems facing her pack and that would be the sins. They just seemed to be prowling around in the forest, unhindered or uncaring of the packs territory. They may appeared to look like wolves to her but for some reason she got the feeling their true forms were not so appealing to look at. She shook her head, now was not the time to be worrying over appearances and what may or may not happen. Hopefully the alphas were tacking precautions for these so called sins and the pack would surely be on the lookout for their presence in the area.

[Hekomi]

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➸ R o l e p l a y S a m p l e
Good god, the territory was large. Avril had spent her life in one pack primarily, and it wasn't nearly as big as the Glacier Pack. It also wasn't quite as cold. The forest, the river, and the ruins had been all fairly packed together and quite a bit more southerly than where she was now. Though the cold didn't bother her, it took some time to get used to. The size also meant she had much further to go to mark territories. She grumbled a bit, deciding at that moment that it was a good idea for the pack to grow, and to grow faster. Any wolves she got, she quickly decided, would be scouts. She had neither the patience nor the time to walk the territory every few days in order to keep the scent markings strong.

That night was no exception. Having left the 'pack' (three members could hardly be called much of a pack in Avril's mind) to its own devices, she had left the valley to peruse around the terrain. It was generally a biweekly chore, not only making sure the markings were strong, but also checking the lands and ensuring no loners had slipped their way in unnoticed. She had spent much of the night around the river, hunting for quite some time. It hadn't been too difficult to finally catch something - a few small rabbits and a very fat woodchuck. After dragging the kills back to the dens, she proceeded to continue back to the river, marking the territory around there.

It wasn't very long after she had marked the southern section of the river that sound echoed through the packlands. Avril blinked, glancing over towards the source. It came from the mountains, famous for their goats. Usually they were silent. Even in the dark though, she could see a slight cloud of dust from the side. She would have missed it, if her nose hadn't immediately smelled the scents of another wolf. She rolled her eyes slightly, shaking her head and turned her whole body towards the mountains.

The mini avalanche didn't seem to be one made from snow, considering it was mostly dirt dust that had come from it. But either way, it was still fairly precarious to be out on the mountains, especially in the dark, and take a tumble on the side. She was already wondering if the wolf who had ventured into the terrain was hurt, sick, or worse, dead. She didn't have the time nor the energy to deal with a dead carcass, and already decided in her mind, should that be the situation, she would leave it there for removal in the morning. Sick or injured would be a different story, Jökel could help in the morning time as well. Transporting the wolf would be difficult though, especially if he or she wasn't willing to be helped. Either way, Avril knew it was going to be a long night.

She jogged through the terrain, coursing swiftly and quite silently over the land. She knew the packlands fairly well now and knew exactly where she was going. Her tail was held straight out behind her as she ran, her large paws hitting the ground and pushing her off as she went. She wasn't absolutely silent, and as she went grazing deer split, running from her. She scoffed at them, focusing both her saffron eyes on the mountains that loomed ahead of her. The mountains were such an ominous place; beautiful, like the glacier, but terrifying. They were high, and cold, and rocky. Not necessarily the place Avril would choose to go hunting, and yet she wanted to become comfortable with them. The goats, though fast and nimble, made her want to step up to the challenge. She had heard they were a task to catch, and that only made her want to hunt them more. Something which lended to the necessity of becoming comfortable with the mountains.

She arrived at the base of the mountain where the scent was its strongest, sniffing the air heavily before making her ascent. The ground was rocky, and even her well adjusted eyes found the going hard. She had slowed her pace to a slow trot as she made her way. Her nose was held high in the air, both ears perked to hear anything around her. Finally though, she came across the site of the fall, her eyes immediately locking on the form of a dark wolf who had curled up. He appeared asleep, and yet, somehow, Avril knew that he wasn't. Something about his breathing alerted her to his conscious level, and yet, she couldn't point it out.

Having fallen from what seemed to be quite a height, she was impressed the wolf was still alive. Padding towards him, she glanced down for a moment. She held herself with confidence, her head high and tail up. Clearing her throat lightly, both for that purpose, and to alert him first of her presence before he spoke. She gathered her thoughts, finally opening her mouth, "Wolf, you seem to have taken quite a tumble." She stood there rather stoicly a few feet from him - if he was injured, she didn't want him to try and attack him. Plus, taking the mountain roads made her wonder if the wolf was indeed sane.

"You seem to have stumbled upon my land. I do hope you're not injured," she said, her voice and speech very formal. She usually didn't speak so... formally, and yet, interactions with loners called for such formalities. Sighing inaudibly, she continued, "I am the alpha female of these lands. If you are injured I can permit you to come into the packlands, and I can have our members tend to your wounds. I can do little more unless you have come here seeking a new home with my wolves." She wouldn't turn him away if he was injured, but she was gambling with the safety of her pack if he didn't join.

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➸ U s e r n a m e
Hekomi

➸ N a m e
Ulyxes Venator Toisech [but he mainly goes by his first name, Ulyxes]

➸ G e n d e r
Male

➸ A g e
Five Years

➸ R a n k
Whatever you wanna shove him in as

➸ D e s c r i p t i o n
Ulyxes has the typical colourings of a wolf though his colourings are reversed though, from what is normal.

To begin with, his base fur is a light, java brown - almost like a cup of coffee mixed with just a little bit of milk. This fur, though just a little lighter, is the same colour as his undercoat. On the bottom side of his muzzle, down his chest and under his belly, and to the tip of his tail is a dark chocolate colour. It gradually blends in with the java colour. This same dark brown also covers each of his legs until his knees. His right ear is also chocolate brown. The insides of his ears are an off white colour, and a strip of this same colour beings at his hackles, and licks down his neck and back, to where it ends on his rump. His two front paws are dipped in this same off white colour, and on his left ear, there are two stripes of this same colour. Lastly, he has small tufts of fur on the back of his front legs, at the top where they conjoin his body, and on his hind legs, by the knees. These tufts are the same off-white colour as his other markings.

His fur in general is lightweight, and his top coat is made up of some guard hairs, especially around his shoulders. These stick out longer than the rest of his fur, and are water repellent. They add a much of the natural shine and sheen to his coat.

Ulyxes is a bulky male, standing at 44''. His paws are huge compared to his body, and he's very stocky. His muscle is rippling, especially in his legs, shoulders and chest. He's very built, and his body shows that. He's on the heavier side, because of this sheer muscle mass, and he's rather tall. Though he does look disproportionate, his muscle is balanced with his height and is evenly dispersed. He's nimble on foot though is more of a brute strength kind of wolf than agile.

His eyes are something special though. A deep, sapphire blue, they are flecked with little bits of silver around the edges of the iris. In the centre though, the silver encircles his pupil, giving him a rather dazzling, but sharp, appearance. His voice is low, and almost sounds rumbly, but he has a hearty laugh. His voice has a tad of an Irish accent to it.

➸ P e r s o n a l i t y
Ulyxes is a quiet, soft spoken male. He doesn't really ramble on about stuff, and only speaks when he feels it is necessary. Usually though when he speaks, wolves listen, as what he says is generally of great importance. He's a powerful wolf in general, and his body shows that. He's a good fighter, and he has a lot of confidence in his own abilities.

Ulyxes is also extremely kind-hearted and compassionate. He will go out of his way to help someone in need, often without expecting anything in return. He always makes sure others are taken care of before himself, and it friendly to newcomers and everyone in general. He's a bit of a teddy bear, and it's not rare to see him surrounded by youngsters. He has an elaborate way of telling stories, and can get very dramatic and has no qualms about being silly and playing around in good fun.

He also easily and willingly takes on responsibility. He likes being in charge of things, even if they're just something small. He likes the feeling of having helped out with something, and is loyal to his pack and friends.

Ulyxes's biggest weakness, is his sleeping disorder. He has something called a 'Circadian Rhythm Sleep Disorder', and it's subtype is 'Non-24'. Basically what this means is that his period of alertness shifts from day to day, and he cannot sleep at normal times. One day he'll sleep normally, from sun down to sun up, but the next night he can be awake until midnight, and sleep until noon. It changes from day to day, getting increasingly later until it follows through and finishes its regular cycle. It take almost a month for it to shift through and go back to a normal sleeping pattern.

Secondly, Ulyxes can be extremely jealous. He almost thinks that he has some sort of previous claim to his friends, and thus has a hard time accepting it when his friends spend time with other wolves besides himself. His jealousy is one of the few things that can drive him to extreme anger, but he tries his hardest to keep it in check. This flares up the most around female wolves.

Along this line, Ulyxes is a bit of a romantic. He easily falls for pretty girls, and he falls hard. The problem is is that he can fall for many girls at one time, and his tastes change over time.

Ulyxes's negative emotions, because he doesn't show them, have to go somewhere. He internalizes all of his feelings, and exhibits a sort of veiled personality. He doesn't like showing fear or sadness, so he shoves those feelings into a dark crevice down inside of him. This way of handling his feelings though is self destructive, and often if he gets angry, his anger comes out in a fierce, unstoppable fury. He also heavily guards many personal details about himself. He has a hard time trusting other wolves with his own life, and secrets.

He also has a tendency to hold grudges against those who do him wrong, and thus will seek revenge. He can get caught up in elaborate schemes, and be completely set in fulfilling his plan, but he can never go through with them. He is reluctant to actually put his plans into action and deep down is too nice to actually take vengeance on another wolf.

➸ S e c r e t l o v e ?
None

➸ L o v e o f m y l i f e ?
None

➸ A n y t h i n g e l s e ?
Ulyxes was born into a tribe by two medium ranked members. He has no recollection of any memories before he was about six months of age. He spent a relatively good chunk of his puphood frolicking in the Utopian like lands, knowing almost nothing of the troubles that lay beyond their border. His sibling, Vorgaer, was his best friend through his puphood and adolescence. The two went everywhere together, and were both taught their lessons by their elders. The two were attentive, unlike their sisters, who disliked their teachings.

Life went on as per normal but soon Ulyxes and his brother began to draw apart. Vorgaer was extremely smitten with a certain female in their tribe, and began spending more and more time with him. Ulyxes can trace his jealousy back to this experience. He began to resent the female, and finally told Vor how he felt. Vorgaer began inviting his brother to spend time with him and the female, Milignia, who pleasured in the opportunity to mock and push Ulyxes's buttons.

Eventually Ulyxes gave up on them both and spent his time by himself, one of the darkest points in his life. He began to spend all his time either near the river, or far apart from the other wolves in his tribe. He resented his brother for his seeming betrayal, and assumed that all females were just as Milignia was. He grew quiet and pulled more into himself. It was at this point that the famine struck his lands. He, along with his pack grew thin from the scarce food supply. He watched the weaker members of the tribe die from starvation. He finally rejoined the tribe, avoiding his brother, who was now mated with Milignia.

The tribe was managing, but barely. That spring, no pups were born, and the prey grew even scarcer. It was during this time that Milignia grew sick and passed away, leaving Ulyxes's brother devastated. Ulyxes was secretly happy about this though, and he waged an internal battle, knowing that the feeling was wrong and immoral. Then, tragedy struck. A rival tribe invaded their lands during the night, bringing death with them. The battle was one sided - the enemies had the element of surprise, though both parties were weak from malnutrition. He had been by the river, content still to sleep away from the pack when the alarms had sounded, and thus he had avoided the initial slaughter. He ran to aid his tribe, but the battle was almost over. Ulyxes watched as his brother fell before him, only to have the life sucked out of him moments later by one of the opposing wolves. There was little Ulyxes could do to stop the destruction, and something he still hasn't forgiven himself for - he turned tail and fled.

Ulyxes couldn't excuse his behavior, and grappled with his guilt for months after he left. He avoided other tribes, and wolves, not sure if he could handle being around other wolves at this point. Finally after a year of solitude, he pulled himself out of his recluse and decided to turn a new leaf, and has been wandering in search of a tribe ever since.

[H o w l i n g]

Enemy, familiar friend
My beginning and my end
Broken truth, whispering lies
And it hurts again..

What I fear and what I try,
The words I say and what I hide
All the pain, I want it to end
But I want it again..

And it finds me
The fight inside is coursing through my veins
And it's raging
The fight inside is breaking me again..

Still the same, pursuing pain
Is it worth all that I've gained?
We both know how it will end,
But I'd do it again..
"Nothing and Everything" -- Red

Ketamine
"The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction."

The malicious brute merely laughed, eyes snapping to the fae. "Oh, but why would I want to leave? You're to much fun to toy with, my little mongrel fiend." He sneered, circling her with the stance of a predator. He couldn't wait to unleash chaos upon these mangy mutts. They knew nothing of the power Master could of given them if their ancestors had just accepted his gift. In a way, the Sins he released was just his sorrow of their rejection.. his payback with the hurt they caused him. Of course, they would never understand. No, they had rocks for brains. If a deer was placed right in front of their snout they wouldn't see that the prey was just out of their grasp. All they would need to do is move forward and snap it's neck, but no. They just stand there with their worthless packs and organize hunts. This lowly lupine was nothing compared to the wrath he would unleash upon her pack. Her family, her friends.

"And plus, you still haven't answered my question. It was so simple, too." A low, rumbling growl rose through his throat and out through his maw, a snarl on the word 'simple.' Though, he halted once he was behind her, a pause in the tension brewing in the atmosphere. "Oh, I forgot. You mutts are so brainless, naive, deficient idiots that you don't even understand the meaning of simple." Ketamine chuckled, pleased with whatever he had spat at the femme. He slowly came back around to her front, the crimson orbs residing inside his skull watching her for a reaction, just waiting for the fuse inside her brain to blow.

Ooc - Can't wait to see that picture Hekomi. xDD

[cazio]

I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you said
The silence gets us nowhere
Gets us nowhere way too fast
The silence is what kills me
I need someone here to help me
But you don't know
How to listen
And let me make
My decision

- this is Canaan's subconscious (spoken aloud) -
- this is Canaan -
- this is Canaan's hallucinations -

"Well it was a lot different for a lot of reasons. If a wolf was insane as Mr. Nightowl here they would be kicked off a cliff, or banished with their family into the unknown."

Insanity. He was often branded with the name as an insult, but Canaan had begun to see it as a compliment. Other wolves were acknowledging his abilities to see what they could not, smell what they could not, hear what they could not. They just didn't understand it, so they assumed he was faking. He didn't blame them, he saw his ability as more of a curse than a blessing. It was infuriating to see enemies wandering around camp as they pleased, scouting out the dens and food piles to make sure they could effectively plan an attack.

"Also we didn't even call ourselves a pack, we called ourselves a tribe."

"Oh, she's even got a fancy name for it. How sophisticated." He cackled into his paws, absently flicking his ears. He couldn't fathom living in the mountains, they always seemed too barren for anything to permanently live there. The game was probably stringy and lean, far from the fat deer they brought in in the warmer months. Besides, he hated the feeling of snow between his paw pads.

"We didn't have sub-alphas, and the alpha's mate didn't have any major authority in the pack. Also there were no wimps and melodramatic slops in the pack, if something was done it was done right, and if it wasn't they would be servery punished."

"That explains why you're here." He murmured, looking off into the foliage. He wanted to be out of this conversation, perhaps Inferno would go take her foul mood elsewhere and leave him in peace. As if on cue, she turned to him.

"Oh and by the way I was not kicked out of my old pack.I got broke away from them, had I been kicked out I ever would have even remotely thought about joining another pack."

"Interesting." He replied flatly.
"Interesting if you care."

"Oh and also speaking your mind out loud probably isn't going to get you far retard."

He laughed lightly, flicking his amber eyes to hers. "If you only knew."
"She'd be tearing you apart!"
He turned his gaze to Eden. "So the sins are back, eh? The spies hinted that something was coming."
"You'll have to keep on the lookout. They might have infiltrated camp already."

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✢ A|a|r|o|e|i|n ✢

"We excuse our sloth under the pretext of difficulty."

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Acquainted to loneliness..

The rushing of water chattering to the crowds of stream side grasses as fluid slid over stone, the faint scatter of forest foliage that hushed in the mornings gentle wind, the scurrying of pray paws and the warm breath of the earth's sun kissed atmosphere slithering through the trees, over the soil and roots of the pines.. Aaroein opened her piercing sea blue eyes on the world and squinted as the harsh morning light hit her square in the face, casting dark shadows from the thick of her fur down over the dust settled ground. The night had been cold and left her body feeling sore and bruised, her mind numb from the seemingly never ending thrash of the headache that raged inside her skull. But had she not always been numb to some point? Perhaps. Turning her head from the blazing light of day, finely sculpted ears arose from where they had lain flat against her head to flick forwards at full hight. Time to awaken.. Aaroein.

The forest was vast and dense where the colourless wolf submerged from the soils of the cavern like den, met be the young morning's breeze as she stretched her muzzle forth into its fresh biting aroma. Lengthy muscles flexed as slowly the canine stretched her body, working out the kinks and aches of her sleep that clicked into place with a satisfying pop. With eyes closed as the moment of relief followed, the females mind wondered. Even as a young one, never had it been her aspiration to explore her own paths around the vast extents of lands, forests and waters that were called the world. The world, yes. Aaroein had never liked the word 'world', it emphasised the fact that she would never reach the end, never see it all. Wether it was round or flat.. or even triangular, to her it spoke only of a hopeless reach into a dark abyss where one would never see the other side. Life was the road to death. Light blinded her as eyes flicked open once more, lean limbs setting into motion as the pearl white wolf began her lonesome trudge to the river that had only moments earlier been a quiet ambient in the distance. Reality came and faded.

Bright fire that sparked in the corner of young wolves glowing eyes as there spirit spread its wings. Aaroein knew not of that spark, the burst of wanting to be free of own chains, to become what one wants to be. Content, that was all she was, and with this she was also content. But the ivory fae's pup-hood was only and no-more than a sinking memory that she was all to satisfied to let fade, however admitting to herself thoughtfully that from who she had been then, she had changed a lot. A different change?

"Perhaps. Moderate." Her voice rung out over the lush terrain that dressed the banks, shattering the natural harmony of river and bird song with its cold husk.
Moderately different then..

A low chuckle seeped from over her parted lips, almost mockery of her own inner conversation, as the slender canine dropping from the crowded ledge that overlook the broad of the river and into the empty below. Aaroein flinched ever so slightly as the ice sting of the water drenched through the fur of her paws and chilled her skin beneath, sending a stray shudder over the spine of the tall female before she bent her head to lap at the cooling liquid that seared her hot tongue and slid comfortingly down her throat. Wading a few steps into the rushing shallows, Aaroein let the water and wind cleanse her mind as she lifted her head to the sky.. With little but a hint of expression, a small, feeble, smile redecorated the features of her face, a sign of awe at the morning bright greeting. The day would be beautiful, and even the sinful could appreciate.

Befriended to fear..

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[Hekomi]

It was the ache of his pawpads that finally made him stop walking. He had long ago become accustomed to the monotonous drone of his paws hitting the surface, but now he could feel the low dull ache that crept through his legs. The pain reminded him of the hunger in his belly, altogether forcing him to stop in his place. If another had been watching, it would have been almost comical to see the wolf, so full of vigour suddenly cease movement with no indication as of why. His tail hung limply behind his rear, and his face betrayed no evidence of emotion. But he was stopped for now, and so he stood there, his nostrils flared as he inhaled the sweet smell of the lands. It was only partway through the day, and he felt exhausted. He had been walking much of the night, his own sleep pattern already skewed. He seemed to be waking around mid evening, and sleeping just before noon. By that, he should already be asleep by now. He did not succumb to tiredness, despite his body urging him to sleep. The air was filled with new scents, possibly hostile to himself. This was not a time to give in to physical desires.

Ulyxes grunted, closing his blue eyes for a moment as he thought through his decisions. There was obviously a pack nearby. That much was evident. Waltzing in unannounced would never be a good idea though. Plus he had no knowledge of said pack; perhaps it was hostile and not open to new members. Either way scouting it out beforehand, trying to speak with one of their members, would probably be the best bet. But of course, the best laid plans are never followed through with. Ulyxes instead found himself staring off in the distance towards a moving shape. His own body crouched instinctively, his neck tucking under. Even with exhaustion he would not let himself be caught unawares.

The shape was obviously canine in form, and seemed to be moving away from where he guessed was the heart of the packland. Was this a member, or just another traveller like he? His lips pursed, but he began to move again, his paws instantly protesting this. He kept downwind, his body masked by the bushes and small trees, following the shape as close as he dared. The tickling sound of voices caressed his ears and he almost turned to go towards them, but stayed close to the moving shape. If this turned out to be a bad idea, he would rather have just one wolf to deal with than a whole group of them.

He wasn't going to be able to follow her forever, and soon he stood up, stretching out his now cramped muscles. He could smell better now, away from the mingling pack smells. It was a female, and she seemed to have very little trace of pack scent on her. That meant she was probably a loner like him. His eyes tried to gain more information, but could not. There was nothing to do but approach her now. Standing at his full height, the male let out a soft growl, more to alert her of his presence than anything else. Next he trotted towards her, his blue eyes staring with wariness and inquisition.

[[ Approaching/talking to Arro ]]

[Vespur]

x:x

Arro

x:x

Unlike others

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Once you fall

I pick what I want to

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you can either get up,

know.

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or stay down

With soft steps on the moving earth she padded forward a bit more quickly to get away from there sights. Though in the near end she began to feel a pair of orbitals that followed on her back like arrows, but with a soft glance back she could only see a few shrubs that she dared to pass by without brushing and a good amount of twigs. Taking a bit more faster crouching steps she finally got past the group of wolves that where talking nearby the camp. It was nice to finally be able to take a large deep breath of calmness that she made it without begin seen though all those road blocks, but the feeling still remained of two orbitals laying on her body as if aimming then like a board. Not knowing who it was she turned around in the direction of the eyes to meet a growl coming for a hulking male as he padded to her with his iced eyes curious and dangerous as well. She did not show fear against the approuch of his brown pelted coat that seemed to slide past the wind, or the sea blue eyes that hinted of the danger inside just a glance. With a roll out fof her tounge to pant she wondered what hers might be with there own pumpkin color of Halloween.
Casting a quick glance around her for any signs of another danger she might need to bolt from she slightly dip her head in greeting to the wolf before rasing it to hear what he might have to say to her. Though with any thoughts he might be alpha male, or leader of this land she she still was nervous to wonder who he might be and why he followed her.

[Wb a bit sorry.]

[the timey thing]

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➸ R o l e p l a y S a m p l e

The Lion, The Witch, and The Foolish Leader....

• A brown tom let his gaze ripple threw the over sized camp, growling at what had happened only a moon back. The rouges had convinced all the clans, but Shadowclan to be one clan. He only staid because his leader wanted him to and he could never go against the leader, he had to remain loyal. He looked around, sneaking out of camp and over to Shadowclan birder. Looking around he waited for a cat that he could talk to about whats going on in the large clan. His name, Brownfur.

• Grinning, a large she-cat watched over the area. One of her eyes were blind so she didn't see as the warrior left the camp. Laying there, her small paw laid behind her in the laziest way possible. Looking around one last time she waited to see a warrior, waiting so she could tell the warrior, leader, or deputy to get her some kill. Name you may ask?Tinyfoot, Deputy of the large clan.

• A black tom scented the air, smirking as he smelt a rabbit. Getting into position, he pounced at it, biting into it's fluffy white body, killing it in one swift bite. Making a hole, the tom put it in, covering it up so he could search for more fresh kill. Sniffing again, he waited for another scent to fill his nose and mouse before proceeding forward. He has been known as Dogstar, leader of Thunderclan. But now he simply serves as a warrior, with nine lives.

The one with kits and love...

• A queen growled in pain as she looked around. She was expecting kits and someone said they were sure to come tonight. Hissing, the she-cat stood up, but fell back down. She had a creamy coat with the calico spots. The brown of the calico spots were of course, darker then her coat. Her name is Spottedsand, the only queen there for the time.

The one to never have love...

[left][list]▬ A she-cat that looked about 20 moons old stepped out of her den, sniffing the air. She looked back into her den, staring at the herbs that filled it. Different scents filled her black nose as she stepped back into it. Mint, Catnip, and other herb scents filled her as she smiled to herself. Laying down her fur shook. Her name? Whitespot. She is a orange cat with white small and large spots, so that is how she got her one of a kind name.

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➸ U s e r n a m e
KearTheLear

➸ N a m e
Kain

➸ G e n d e r
Male

➸ A g e
Four years

➸ R a n k
Omega

➸ D e s c r i p t i o n
Kain use to be a big, bulky brute with muscles most faes adored. But then of course, when he got moved to the rank of Omega, he started getting skinny and weak. His eyes are a powder blue, his fur a brownish red. His underbelly and paws are white, same going for his muzzle. The tip of his tail is a red, fading down into the brown of his pelt. He is skinny, covered in scars, and has a large scar going down his pelt form his shoulder to his right hip, he also has one at his eye, which sorta scares most pups.

➸ P e r s o n a l i t y
This small, scrawny wolf is very sly. He tries to get out of camp, but ends up getting more scars. The brown pelted wolf has a slight amusing tone to a few, but he can also be called things not many wolves need to be called. He likes to tease his enemy before a fight so he has longer to prepare and get ready. The scrawny male really loves to tease, the faes especially. He has a small heart and could most likely leave a pup to die. Though has always wanted a mate that would never happen for the punishment for him having a mate will always follow.

He is very flirty so usually the other Brutes will either not let him talk or see there mates or crushes. The brave brute is very cold-hearted, even though he doesn't mean to. Kain can be very one-track minded, but tries his best to not get off track. He will do anything for a fae, but still makes sure he hides from the Alpha when he is caught doing this mischievous manner.

➸ S e c r e t l o v e ?
Not yet..

➸ L o v e o f m y l i f e ?
Nope...

➸ A n y t h i n g e l s e ?

Not that I an think off... ♥

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➸ R o l e p l a y S a m p l e

Sayndra Olmack Flare

As the Darkness fades. . .

A young girl stretched as her loud alarm went off. She yawned then hit it, the alarm off. The noise rung threw her ears as she walked over to her window, moving the certain out of the way. Her orange eyes sqinted, but then she heard a small ding from her pokedex. Her name, Sayndra. She walked over to it, rubbing her eyes. A smile crept onto her face as she began to say back, I choose Marill! Thank you! She then got up, rushing over to her bathroom. She slipped on her regular purple outfit, black laced gloves on her hands.

Another yawn was let out as she headed down stairs to pick up all of her usual stuff. She grabbed a black back-pack and was out the door. Sayndra smiled as she headed towards the lab. Finally, I get a Pokemon! She squealed in her head, now running to get to the lab. Her orange eyes sparkled with excitement as she walked into the lab, her blonde hair flowing behind her as she walked in.

. . .I come out of the Light

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➸ U s e r n a m e
KearTheLear...

➸ N a m e y o u g o b y
Sain

➸ G e n d e r
Female

➸ W h i c h S i n a r e y o u ?
Envy

➸ D e s c r i p t i o n
Sain is a pretty bulky female. Most brutes admire her strength, but eh, that isn't the deal. She has a very red coat, only hints of white and light brown shows different. The fur on her pelt is long, but her tail is not so fluffy. Her neck fur has a pretty good amount of fur, but it is the normal of a wolf. The fae's tail is short, it got cut during a battle. Her paws are over-sized and the Hazel eyes of her's makes all the difference.

She isn't a grey wolf, but she is easily mistaken as one with her large body, but she isn't mistaken after her fur color is revealed. The pattern on her face starts out white, but fades back to her pelt color once it reaches the back of her neck. Sain's Hazel eyes have a darker color on the inside, but fades to the normal color of Hazel. Her underbelly is a silky white,followed by the under part of her tail. That is really all you can say about this deadly wolf, other then her charm that makes her easy to get some to fall into her trap.

➸ P e r s o n a l i t y
Sain is pretty, but a really deadly wolf. She has low self-esteem and seems to enjoy to pick on others. Her bulkiness makes her think she is better, hard to kill in a battle. When she was younger, her mother always said 'Why can't she just be a normal, not so Mischievous pup?' And people still say that today, but instead they call her 'Fae' like her real title is to be. As her parents said, she was always getting into some sort of trouble. Sain is usually unhappy, but tries to pretend to be happy as the sun.



➸ S e c r e t l o v e ?
Nope

➸ L o v e o f m y l i f e ?
Nope

➸ A n y t h i n g e l s e ?
No pups... Other then that no. XD

WIP

[H o w l i n g]

➸ KearTheLear

{ Accepted.
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This roleplay, as of now, is no longer accepting new members. c: }