Яacє їи TїмёNicknames: Razi
Gender: "Can you seriously not tell? Fae."
Age: 3 years
Personality: As you can probably tell from what was already said on this form, Razi is very sarcastic. Her tone is clipped, her eyes always narrowed, she seems to always be in a negative mood. When most first meet this rude wolf, they are slightly intimidated. She always has something to say, and it is always, without a doubt, rude and forthcoming. She's basically what you would call "brutally honest". Feelings mean nothing to her, for she believes that they are pointless opinions that materialize in the heart. Weird, right? That's what most think too. But, as said above, she doesn't care. Others can think whatever they want about her, and she couldn't care less. You're probably wondering by now, what could make a wolf so rude and bold?Having had a rough, unnerving past, it has hardened that place in her chest where the heart is supposed to reside. If you think that is odd, try this: she doesn't believe in love. Not even a little bit. To her, it's just a figment of someone's imagination; someone 's hopeful wishing.
Now that you understand that one, she's beyond sarcastic and rude and two, she doesn't believe in love, now for her temper. For a wolf, she has quite the temper. It probably doesn't help that she's larger than the average female, with a lithe body and muscles rippling every time she moves. Like I said, intimidating. Her fur is as black as coal, her eyes two different colors. Known for raging anger, she's started quite a lot of fights, ones that a wolf hasn't left injured. Including her. You see, Razi can't back down from a fight. It's not in her blood to. She's a fierce fighter, quick on her feet, fast thinking and all.
Constantly moving, Razi can't stay in the same place long. She always has to be doing something; if you ever see her just laying around, something is wrong. A leader at heart, she's used to getting her way. No one usually has the guts to stand against her crude attitude and harsh bite. No one crosses Razi and gets away with it, at least in her mind.
Razi is a noble leader, always thinking of others, even if it isn't their feelings she's worried about. If any rank is more suitable or this wolf, it's beta, for she's quite a sight to behold.
In all this mayhem, Race in Time was born. A forever change in this evolving world. Beware - you never know what you're gonna get.
History: Anaree was a hunter, Izzo a fighter, in a rather large pack, full of family and friends. They were best friends, had been since birth, so it was no surprise when they became mates. A year later, Anaree was pregnant. Now, there's something you should know about Anaree. She was, you could say, the girl next door for practically everybody. Izzo wasn't the only one with their eyes on her; the Alpha, a long time friend of theirs, had always wanted Anaree as well. Her personality was sweet and caring, her fur a luscious grey, her eyes a bright blue. She was every one's dream, and yet, she only had eyes for her best friend Izzo. Most would say they were polar opposites. Him, short-tempered, her sweet and fluffy. But they were in love. None too soon, their pups were born. It was an abnormal birth, straight from the beginning: first, her pregnancy wasn't as long as it should have been. Second, she only had two pups. Two. The normal number was at least four. Thirdly, the female pup, Razi, had bright sea-blue eyes, so, knowing this, the pack became wary. For wolves, they were quite superstitious; even the Alpha.
Soon, the wolves came to a decision concerning the two pups: they were to be killed. Izzo, a short-tempered wolf, objected immediately, feeling adamant that the pups weren't cursed or anything like that. Anaree, on the other hand, wasn't blind to the anomalies. When she agreed with the decision, Izzo was outraged. He couldn't believe his beloved Anaree, sweet, caring Anaree, would actually want to kill her own pups just because they were slightly different. Anaree tried explaining to her mate that the pups were just too different, that they would hurt the pack. But Izzo wouldn't hear of it. When those words first came out of Anaree's mouth, he was done. So, without looking back, he took the two pups and left. He knew being a loner would be hard, especially with two pups, but he was determined to prove his old pack wrong.
Growing up, the pups soon came to understanding of why they didn't belong to a pack. Their birth was different, and no one had any idea why. It's not like the pups themselves acted any different; they still hunted, fought, etc. Razi just had the blue eyes, and Shade was just abnormally quiet. Izzo ignored these oddities, and raised them strictness, knowing they wouldn't survive if they were soft. He rarely showed love, for he slowly began to blame them for their dilemma. He knew, deep down, that it wasn't their fault, but he couldn't help but blame them for the loss of his beloved and having to leave his home. When the pups reached adulthood, or to where they were old enough to survive without him, he left. On their travels, he had come across a pack, and he had vowed to come back when he could. The loner life wasn't for him, no matter how hard he tried. He could have invited the pups to come along, but in all honesty, he wanted to get away from them.
So now the pups were on their own. They stayed together for awhile, helping each other out, until that one fateful day. They had had fights before, but never to this magnitude. Not even sure how it started, the pups, or wolves now, ended up trying to tear out each other's throats. The fight was brutal and long, reeking mayhem in its' path. When they finally spilt, they took a look at each other's injuries, a real look. Blood was clotting their black fur, their eyes were almost swollen shut, and they could barely stand. But they still hated each other. So, without saying a word, they went their seperate ways. Razi was a loner for awhile, never staying in place for very long. That was, until she came across a pack. Here, she decided to stay. Shade was a loner for a little longer, enjoying the solitude of being a loner. That was until he found Russet and decided to join, thinking that if he wanted to move his life forward, he had to start by joining a pack.
Crush: "Ha! Nope."
Rank: Beta Female
Would he/she be willing to train a trainee?: If needed to.
Other: Ummm nope.
$нadё оf Daґкиё$$Nicknames: Shade
Gender: Brute
Age: 4 years
Personality: Shade of Darkness is always in a foul mood. No one ever has seen him act playful, or even nice. His name is the perfect description of this lonely wolf. He rarely speaks, only when it is absolutely necessary, nor does he trust. Ever. To him, trust leads to betrayal and dependence would lead to his own death. He keeps to himself; he hates being around others. Since he never speaks, he listens. He listens to the other wolves, the birds chirping, the water rushing down the waterfall, the insects buzzing. He listens to life around him. He actually has amazing senses, listening and observing. He watches everything around him, making sense of everything. He has been known as a tracker, being able to find anything and anyone easily.
Shade’s large size adds to the menacing air around him. He is rather large, even for a male, and has thick, bulky muscles. He has been in his fair share of fights, possibly one too many. Though he enjoys the feel of his claws raking across another wolf’s fur, hearing their cry of anguish; he has become quite cruel in his many solitary years. He is not one you want to be in a fight with.
History: Shade of Darkness is always in a foul mood. No one ever has seen him act playful, or even nice. His name is the perfect description of this lonely wolf. He rarely speaks, only when it is absolutely necessary, nor does he trust. Ever. To him, trust leads to betrayal and dependence would lead to his own death. He keeps to himself; he hates being around others. Since he never speaks, he listens. He listens to the other wolves, the birds chirping, the water rushing down the waterfall, the insects buzzing. He listens to life around him. He actually has amazing senses, listening and observing. He watches everything around him, making sense of everything. He has been known as a tracker, being able to find anything and anyone easily.
Shade’s large size adds to the menacing air around him. He is rather large, even for a male, and has thick, bulky muscles. He has been in his fair share of fights, possibly one too many. Though he enjoys the feel of his claws raking across another wolf’s fur, hearing their cry of anguish; he has become quite cruel in his many solitary years. He is not one you want to be in a fight with.
Crush: Nope
Rank: Head Fighter
Would he/she be willing to train a trainee?: Yes
Other: Nope