Ƭ н ɛ Ɖ ɛ ʌ ι ℓ ' ƨ Ƙ ι и ❇ semi-literate ❇ two spots

[Destonation]

(( Aw, alright. :'c You will be missed. </3 ))

[ossa di cervo]

((Dakota is still a WIP but Harley is done! ^-^))

I'll be that man on the moon.
{ Harley } { Male } { The lost one }

Ƭнɛ βαƨιcƨ--
Tell me what you know
about night terrors.

ʋƨɛяиαмɛ } Zmija!

иαмɛ } Harley

иιcκиαмɛ } Lee, Nut-job, Loose Bolt

βяɛɛ∂ } Irish Setter

ɢɛи∂ɛя } Male

αɢɛ } A little over two and a half

Ƭнɛ ˩σσκƨ --
I'll be up, up & away.

нɛιɢнт } Harley is a good thirty inches, coming up to the top of the hips on most female humans.

ωɛιɢнт} For being so large, Harley is surprisingly light-weight, weighting in at only seventy pounds.

ɛʏɛ cσℓσя} Harley's eyes are a gorgeous light brown color.

ρɛℓт } The norms of what you expect of an Irish Setter, Harley's fur is a deep, rich mahogany color. His ears are long hair, as is his chest and tail, though it is lighter then the fur that coats his shoulders and haunches. For the most part, his fur is usually clean and shining everywhere except his paws. His feet are usually coated in mud and the fur around his paw-pads is usually caked and dirty.

вʋιℓ∂ } Harley is skinny though larger then most Setters. His frame is visible when his fur is wet and his legs are rather long. All in all, the dog is rather lanky and sometimes odd looking when his fur isn't fluffed out.

∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ} His often bloodied paws or ears are about the only thing that truly define him. Physically anyways.


Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --
These worries are heavy, they rest on my shoulders.

cяʋƨн } Harley doesn't have the mind to think about petty crushes.

мαтɛ } Never, never!

ғαмιℓʏ } Luckily Harley has no siblings to run rampant and as for parents, they both went half deaf and ended up under a train's wheels.


Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --
Sometimes livin' in a world like this
It's pretty hard not to go insane.

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ } Something is wrong with Harley. He talks about things like they're all ready to tear his throat out. Everything is a threat to him, including other dogs. His sanity has long left him and he often tears at his own paws or ears, leaving them bloodied and scarred. He talks to himself quietly and secretly like the bushes are about to strike up against him or the sun is about to plummet down and take over his mind. He's often a lot of fun to converse with just because of how he rambles on and on about something that simply doesn't make sense. On the rare occasion that he does have his sanity he's a rather charming pup, smiling and being pleasant rather then snarling and twitching. Most dogs believe that he sees things but really, Harley's tail has a mind of it's own and it often speaks to him. At times the dog can end up chasing his tail in a snarling, raging fit for a little over twenty minutes or so, foam around the jaws is a usual thing when this happens.

нιƨтσяʏ } Harley ended up with the pack by pure luck and chance. He was a puppy at the time and his parents, who had died only a few days ago, left him where he knew he'd be found. As for how the pup lost his mind, isn't clear. Perhaps it was the constant pressure to stand up to others, or maybe it had always been there waiting to strike and take over. Either way, Harley stood his own for a good year and half, eventually losing himself to his insanity around the age of two years old. Most are sure that the only reason Harley is still with the pack is because a few take pity on him and think he may get his control back, while others are just to afraid to lose one of their twenty and risk losing the whole pack.

ℓικɛƨ } Harley rather enjoys the moments of brief sanity as well as howling and mud. He has a fierce love of mud.

∂ιƨℓικɛƨ } He cannot stand his insanity or the pain of tearing at his ears and paws. He claims it isn't himself doing this. Harley also isn't very fond of mice, rats, or any kind of bird.

ғɛαяƨ } Harley is terrified of trains.

Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --
I am the maniac, I am the ghoul.

яαиκ } Omega is the only rank Harley is capable of carrying out.

σтнɛя } I'm a big Kid Cudi fan, if anyone recognized those lyrics. ;D

Hey, Mr. Rager tell me some of your stories!
{ Dakota } { Male } { The stiff one }

Ƭнɛ βαƨιcƨ--
Stuck in an emotional abyss.

иαмɛ } Dakota

иιcκиαмɛ } None. Unless you want your throat torn out.

βяɛɛ∂ } Dakota is pure-breed mutt.

ɢɛи∂ɛя } Male

αɢɛ } Around 4 years old.

Ƭнɛ ˩σσκƨ --
Hate me now, then hate me
when I'm winning.

нɛιɢнт } Dakota is the size of your average german shepherd, about up to the middle thigh on most humans.

ωɛιɢнт } Around 130 pounds. A nice, slim weight with bulk to his figure.

ɛʏɛ cσℓσя } Dakota's eyes are a deep, menacing brown.

ρɛℓт } Dakota's fur is thick and fluffy. it stands away from his body, especially around his neck. The fur around his face is dark and even reaches a black color on his nose that gets lighter the closer it reaches his eyes. The tips of his ears have a black edge and the fur around the ears is rather long and elegant. His tail is curled, throwing his long, crimped fur over his back.

вʋιℓ∂ } Dakota is a big, beefy dog, with large square shoulders. He is a thick dog, rather then a tall dog meaning his legs aren't the longest and he definitely isn't built for running around. Dakota has a thick jaw, floppy ears and a curly tail. He's compact and low-set, ready to take on any oncoming attackers with a thick crunch of his jaws.

∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ } Not much is remarkable about Dakota. His thick, low body sets him apart from others and his dark face combined with his menacing eyes make for an unforgettable face.


Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --
Yeah, the rage of the menace.

cяʋƨн } None!

мαтɛ } None!

ғαмιℓʏ } Dakota's family has long been dead. He's lived on the streets his whole life, learning the ways of the wild on his own. His mother died giving birth and his father wasn't a family man, so to speak.


Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --
I don't wanna care right now.

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ } Dakota is the kind of dog you don't want to mess with. He's quiet and calm for the most part, keeping a level-head and always watching things from a distance, making sure everything is going perfectly and without a flaw. The dog doesn't have much to say, so he doesn't speak often and he looks down on dogs that speak without reason. He's quick to judge and quick to dislike, though once you prove him wrong, his likings don't fall easy. While the dog is quiet, he's got a temper. Once he's crossed he doesn't let go of that very easily. He's likely to pin others and show off his teeth while he's rather unlikely to take commands or insults. He's got a fire in his heart that flares very quickly and he rather enjoys proving that he's a tough dog.

нιƨтσяʏ } Dakota was born a single pup and his mother died giving birth. He saw his father once or twice, a mangy old fellow and the pup hated him instantly. The dog was a chow chow mix, explaining how Dakota got his thick fur but he certainly wasn't a sweet fellow. The old dog had broken teeth and a jaw that was broken and sat on one side rather then in the center. The male had an attitude that suited his look and Dakota quickly caught on. His father left him with his mother's dead body and for a few days Dakota stuck around, waiting for something to save him, but he quickly figured out that he had to learn to save himself. With that, Dakota taught himself, his father's presence always at the edge of his vision. Dakota was determined to prove to his father that he could take care of himself and so he thrived on the streets and even taught himself some amazing fighting moved that suited his thick body.

ℓικɛƨ } Dakota enjoys being in charge, the sun on his pelt and criticizing pups in the back of his mind. He means well, but sometimes he comes off as rather harsh.

∂ιƨℓικɛƨ } The cold, swimming, humans, and his father are the things Dakota hates most in life. He can take a little disrespect though he won't deal with it easily.

ғɛαяƨ } Dakota has a rather fierce fear of leading everyone he cares for to an untimely death. He fears fault and his own weakness.

Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --
No winners when it's me against me.

яαиκ } He'd be a good beta if it's needed. Or perhaps and delta, or raiding leader!

σтнɛя }Nope!

[west ,]

{{ He-ey X3

   

    Ƭнɛ βαƨιcƨ--

{ '' SilverHorse '' } { '' Jake '' } { '' Male. '' } { '' Ambitious. '' }

    ʋƨɛяиαмɛ } SilverHorse.

    иαмɛ } Jake.
He lived on the streets all his life, and spent years wandering the streets without a name. Finally, Jake sat down and thought. Rain drizzled down in fat raindrops, but he was sheltered in a leaking cardboard box. He decided he needed a name. Jake thought long and hard, until a small group of young teenaged boys. The spoke a while and nudged each other and occasionally glanced at him. Jake perked his ears and tilted his head, watching the three boys. 'Go on, Jake! Do it!' The dog heard one of the boys say. The tallest of the teenagers approached him and crouched down slowly. Jake sniffed at the boy, he didn't smell bad. The boy dropped a small hamburger at Jake's feet and then lept up and jogged away from Jake towards his friends. Never before had someone been kind enough to give him some food before. Jake decided to take on the boy's name, and has been known as Jake ever since.

    иιcκиαмɛ } None.
Jake can't really be shortened, so he doesn't really have any nicknames. You can basically just call him whatever you like, he doesn't really mind, as long as it isn't stupid.

    βяɛɛ∂ } Border Collie.
Both of his parents were border collies, but he isn't a purebred. Jake has a bit of everything in him, including Shiba Inu, Husky, German Shepherd and Greyhound, but because he is mostly Border Collie, that's what everyone classifies him as even though Jake is really a mixed breed.

    ɢɛи∂ɛя } Male.
Yeah, Jake is a male dog. He isn't neteutered, though, because he has been on the streets all of his life and has never been to the vets before, so he's just male.

    αɢɛ } Five years old.
Jake is five years old and was born and raised on the streets. He was born under an abandoned barn along with his two sisters and two other brothers on the seventh of June. It was a slightly damp day, but was quite warm and there was a slight breeze. Jake left his parents at the age of one, and he has lived by himself on the streets ever since.

   
    Ƭнɛ ˩σσκƨ --

    нɛιɢнт } Around 22 inches.
Jake is actually quite tall for a border collie his age. A fully grown male border collie is around 20 to 23 inches, but because of the different breeds mixed into him, Jake is actually slightly taller, and is still growing. He is to make about 24 or 25 inches high.

    ωɛιɢнт } Around 38 pounds.
Jake is roughly around 38 lbs. He is also heavier than a regular border collie, and still growing, he is to make around 40 to 45 lbs.

    ɛʏɛ cσℓσя } Amber.
Jake's eyes are a fiery amber colour. They stand out from his coat because his face is mostly black, and his amber eyes are very noticable. His eyes are also mixed with a bit of brown so they are slightly darker, but they still stand out because of the vibrant colour.

    ρɛℓт } Middle length. Wavy. Tri-colour.
Jake's fur is middle length, so not too long and not too short, but it is quite thick and he sheds his fur like crazy during the spring, getting rid of all his winter fur. It is naturally wavy, but when it is wet it goes completely straight. Sometimes it seems to absorb water! He is a tri-colour dog, so has white, black and a sort of tan / chestnut colour.

    вʋιℓ∂ } Slim, but Muscular.
Jake is very slim, but he has quite a broad, strong build. He is actually quite muscular, but you can't exactly tell because of his fur that makes him look bigger.

    ∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ } Ears and Tail.
Some of Jake's distinctive features include his floppy ears. One sticks directly up, but flops down sometimes, and his other ear flops over. Also, Jake's tail isn't like a normal border collie's tail. Because of some of the shiba-inu and other various dog breeds in him, Jake's tail curls up over his back, but does straighten out sometimes, especially when he is running.


    Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --

    cяʋƨн } None.
Jake doesn't have a crush on anyone at the moment. He isn't that interested in the ladies at the moment.

    мαтɛ } None.
He doesn't have a mate, and isn't looking at the moment, either.

    ғαмιℓʏ } Unknown.
Jake never knew what happened to the rest of his family after he left at the age of one. His brothers and sisters are likely to be alive, but he isn't sure about his parents, or the location of any of his family.


    Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --

    ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ } Jake is a fun and playful dog. He is friendly and likes making new friends, and this dog will always be in with the action. He loves to explore and go searching around new places. However, Jake has his bad sides too. He can get annoyed easily, and will snap if he gets too mad. After his outbursts, be will probably go off to somewhere by himself and just be by himself for a while and during this time it's probably best to just leave him alone. Jake is very ambitious, and once he has his heart set on something, he won't let anything get in his way. He can sometimes get carried away though, so he has to be cautious sometimes.
Jake is a very talented hunter, and he is very focused and down-to-earth. He can be happy and playful one minute, then the next, he will be completely still and focused. When hunting, it is like a whole different side to him, and he won't say much or seem to do much because he is so involved with his activity.
Jake is also very competitive, and loves races and games. He is a good sport though, and won't get mad if he doesn't win, but if he does win, Jake will probably brag a bit, and rub it in as a joke, but he never means to hurt someone or seem obnoxious when he does brag, he just likes to joke a lot, and can be quite sarcastic sometimes, too.

    нιƨтσяʏ } Jake was born on the streets, and has grown up on them all his life. He was one of five puppies, and was born under an abandoned barn. He left home at the age of one years old, and learned to live by himself.
Jake taught himself to hunt, and managed to survive for years, until he ran into the pack. He attempted to leave, but they didn't let him, so he decided to be brave and confront them. They let him stay. Jake has lived with the pack ever since, but he is still quite new and has only really just become part of the pack.

    ℓικɛƨ } Competitions - Food, especially hamburgers - Hunting - Playing - Making Friends - Abandoned Places with no humans.

    ∂ιƨℓικɛƨ } Humans - Rubbish Dumps - Cars - Rats - Freezing Cold Winters - Swimming.

    ғɛαяƨ } Rats.
Jake is scared of rats. When he was only a puppy and still living with his family, him and his brothers and sisters were exploring and they ran into a whole bunch of rats that chased them. They managed to just escape, but he has been scared of rats ever since.

    Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --

    яαиκ } Jake is a scout. { if that's ok. }

    σтнɛя }None.

   

    Ƭнɛ βαƨιcƨ--

{ '' SilverHorse '' } { '' Magpie '' } { '' Female. '' } { '' Shy. '' }

    ʋƨɛяиαмɛ } SilverHorse.

    иαмɛ } Magpie.
Magpie was given her name when she was born. Being the only puppy in her litter that was black and white, the name suited her perfectly. Maggie was sent to a new home with a new family. She kept her name, but her new owners called her by another name, Night. Once she was abandoned, Magpie decided to leave her past behind and took up her first name again. She never went by Night again.

    иιcκиαмɛ } Maggie.
Magpie's nickname is Maggie. She has always been called Maggie, even when her other owners called her Night, all of her friends called her Maggie. Magpie also goes by Pie, but she is only called that by her closest friends.

    βяɛɛ∂ } Border Collie x German Shepherd x Corgi.
Magpie is a mixture of three dog breeds, a corgi, german shepherd and border collie. She is the height of a small border collie, and has long wavy fur that looks like a border collie's, plus, her face is around the same shape. You can tell that she has some traits of a german shepherd because of her long tail, slightly sloping back and her strong jaws. Maggie also is a mixture of a corgi, and you can tell because of her shorter legs and long but narrow body.

    ɢɛи∂ɛя } Female.
Maggie is one of two female puppies in her litter. The other one puppy was male.

    αɢɛ } Six years old.
Magpie is six years old. She was born in a house, and sent to a new house as soon as she was old enough to leave her mother. She has been living on the streets for one year now.

   
    Ƭнɛ ˩σσκƨ --

    нɛιɢнт } Small Border Collie.
Her exact height is unknown, but she is about the size of a small border collie, so is around 20 or so inches.

    ωɛιɢнт } Around 34 pounds.
Maggie is around 34 to 35 lbs, and probably won't get much heavier because she has almost finished growing.

    ɛʏɛ cσℓσя } Dark Brown.
Her eyes are a chocolate brown colour. They stand out from her jet black coat very well, despite their very dark colour.

    ρɛℓт } Long. Wavy. Black and White.
Magpie's pelt is a black and white colour, and is how she got her name, because it is the same colour as a magpie's feathers. She was the only puppy in her litter that was black and white. Her fur is quite long and wavy, but it isn't very thick, luckily, so she doesn't get that hot in the summer. For a dog with long fur, Maggie doesn't actually shed her fur that much, but sheds very little but almost all year round.

    вʋιℓ∂ } Slim.
Magpie is very slim and small, and her body build may make her seem quite weak, but Magpie is actually quite strong. She isn't extremely stong, but looks weaker than she actually is.

    ∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ } Back, chest and paws.
You can distinguish Magpie from other dogs because of her back, chest and paws. Her back slopes slightly, a bit like a german shepherd's back which slopes quite a bit, but her's doesn't that much. Maggie's chest has a small splash of white on it, so she isn't purely black, and her two back paws have a little bit of white on them, which makes it look like she has socks on, so you can tell her apart from the others because of her markings aswell.


    Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --

    cяʋƨн } None.
She isn't really interested in anyone at the moment.

    мαтɛ } None.
She isn't looking, either, but might be once she gets settled.

    ғαмιℓʏ } Unknown.
Maggie hasn't seen her family in years, and doesn't know where they live. The last time she saw them was the day she left to join the new family, the one that abandoned her.


    Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --

    ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ } Magpie is very shy. She is especially shy around new things, but that doesn't mean she isn't friendly. Once she gets into a conversation, she openes up much more and is a lot more confident. Maggie is kind and gentle, but loves to play rough and tumble games aswell. She used to love play fighting with her siblings.
Maggie is very athletic, and loves running and jumping. She can climb trees well and loves racing and competitions. She can be quite competitive, but she doesn't like attention that much so tends to hold back sometimes. Magpie is quite quiet aswell, but is a lot more open around her friends.

    нιƨтσяʏ } Magpie was sent to a new home as soon as she was old enough to leave her mother. The home she went to was fantastic! Kids to play with, all the food she could eat, a comfy bed to sleep in, and someone to love her. She lived with them for years, but slowly, they began to get bored of her. When she asked them to play, they would push her away. When she sat on the sofa, they would put her back on the floor again.
One day, they put her in the car. They drove for at least half an hour, and passed the dog pound... and the vets... and even her old house, but they didn't stop. Eventually, the car stopped in an empty part of town Maggie had never seen before. They dropped her off and tied her up, then left. She sat and waited for hours and hours, but they never returned. Magpie manage to squirm out of the old piece of rope they had used to tie her up with, and set off by herself.

    ℓικɛƨ } Summer - The Beach - Swimming - Running and Jumping - Chicken and Steak - Exploring.

    ∂ιƨℓικɛƨ } Humans - New Things - Rain - Frogs - Cages - The Vet.

    ғɛαяƨ } Losing things.
Magpie has always been afraid of losing the things that she loves, like friends and family. She likes to stay close to them and gets very attached to other dogs.

    Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --

    яαиκ } Anything that is available.

    σтнɛя }Nothing.

[Destonation]

(( @Zmija: Harley is accepted; I can't wait to see what Dakota turns out like. ^.^

@Silver: asdpifs it's you! <3333 I cannot wait to see your forms |D

Also, I should have my posts up later tonight / sometime tomorrow, sorry about the delay! It's been a busy weekend. ^.^; ))

[Derezzed Ambush]

Salutations. I am a fae by the name of 'Ambush'. My presence is due to the fact that I wish to join your pack. With that, I humbly ask to join upon your mercy, my Alpha. I hope that my time here will impose upon you that I am worthy of being one of your loyal members. For now, and until you make your decision, I bid you farewell.

[Destonation]

(( huehuehue, my posts are confusing today. [ since they are interacting with each other. c; ]

Oh dangit, I just realized that there's not beta, delta, or lead raider. This entrance might not work well when the high-ranking dogs are needed. If any of the dogs being made now / in the near future, seem right for one of those positions, please feel free. We need them right now. >w< ))

β я ʋ c ɛ

cʋяяɛит мσσ∂ :: Ungrateful (to the universe)
ℓσcαтισи :: Under the George Washington Bridge
ιитɛяαcтισи :: Alysia
cяʋƨн :: "Pssh..."

While he was waiting for Niall's response, he caught the scent of one of the pups, Alysia, and her scent was growing stronger very rapidly. He looked over to the direction her scent was coming from, and sure enough, a few moments later the little scout trainee emerged from the shadows. She looked a little shaken up, and this did not allow him to infer that she was bringing a positive message. He kept his face the same as she delivered her message, but inside he was cursing at the universe. Why did they have to torture other dogs by giving them such curiosity? It only brought about the downfall of the dogs themselves. Besides being so ungrateful, he really believed that this dog was lucky they had not reached their limit of twenty dogs, otherwise they would have to kill the poor dog, and he would have hated having to do that. He was however grateful that this pup was so brave, it appeared that she had been one of the first to see the dog but.... Siren? Why had she not come to him? Was she alright? She probably did what was right for the situation she was in. He trusted Siren, and he knew that there was probably nothing wrong... At least that's what he tried to convince himself.

When she asked the question "what he wanted her to do", he took a moment to think. Every time they brought in an outsider it was different in many ways, it depended on the outsider's willingness, hostility, and a lot of other things. But after thinking, the most obvious thing to tell her to do was get the rest of the high-ranking dogs, so that's just what he decided to tell her. "Gather the rest of the high-ranking dogs. Find Kali first, she should be the farthest away from the bridge." His thoughts strayed to Kali for a moment, now she was going to be doing dangerous things tonight. It was best for her to set out tonight, that way it would be harder for others to see her and the group she was going to bring along with her. For the moment his thoughts were on Kali, he didn't notice that Alysia was gong in the exact opposite way that Kali had gone in a while before. "Alysia, Kali is the other way." He couldn't help but smile a little at the little pup. He watched her for a little bit until she disappeared into the mist, and then he turned back to look at Niall.

Usually I take around the newcomers and introduce them to others and stuff, but should I let someone else do that for this one? Perhaps... Niall? Then he could have company for a bit. He turned and looked at Niall, "Hey Niall, you know how I usually take around the newcomers and show them around and teach them about the pack?" He wanted to give Niall more company; he really hated seeing his friend lonely. "Well," he continued, "I was wondering if after I do that, you could take her around, get her comfortable. Maybe introduce her to some dogs." He winked at Niall, "It would only be for a day or two until she's comfortable." After asking Niall, he waited. Demitri would bring the outsider to them, and although he wanted them to feel alright about this whole thing, he needed to know that they were capable of respect, if they weren't... Them being in the pack would not work out well.



Δ ℓ ʏ ƨ ι α

cʋяяɛит мσσ∂ :: Exhilarated
ℓσcαтισи :: Under the Bridge
ιитɛяαcтισи :: Bruce / Niall / Kali
cяʋƨн :: "I've never had one..."

Her little paws couldn't move any faster than they moved just then. Running to Bruce, she felt a rush she had never felt before on the street. She wasn't sure why it decided to come just now, but yet it was there. Perhaps she didn't want the outsider to be put through the pain that the rest of them went through on a day to day basis. Many dogs had left behind families, friends, others who they would never be able to see and talk to again. Alysia could not help but feel a little sorry for them, it must be hard to leave behind a life to start a new one. But none of that mattered now. She had to find Bruce. She swung her head to the left as she peered under the bridge, and when she saw nothing she moved her head to the left. She finally spotted Bruce with Niall a few yards away on the left side of the bridge. The two brutes stood beside a few open overturned crates, and there was a drip from the top of the bridge coming down a few inches from Bruce's muzzle. Alysia was a little intimidated by Bruce's taught appearance, it was clear that he and Niall had been discussing serious matters. But she had to be rude, so she didn't think twice about walking right up to the pair.

She stood nimbly on her feet, ready to do whatever Bruce required of her. "An outsider saw Siren, and Demitri is with her right now." She said it all rather bluntly, because she really saw no need for stating stupid things that didn't need to be addressed at this time. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Niall, but her gaze remained upon Bruce. "What do you want me to do?" Although she really hated taking orders from anyone, at this moment she truly didn't know what to do. The only time she had been in this situation was when she herself was the one that everyone was freaking out about, because she had seen one of them. She had been brought to Bruce, and although he had not been the most warm at the start, he was welcoming after she said she would join. Other than being brought to Bruce and meeting a few of the other high-ranking dogs, she really didn't know what preparations had been made for her entry into the pack.

Other high-ranking dogs! That's it! The moment before he said it, the though rang through her head. Get the other leaders of the pack... That shouldn't be so hard, could it be? The sun slowly going down over the horizon, and she knew that the only time that they would allow outsiders to be brought in was at night, for it was truly risky to have more than a few of them in one place during the day. That would cause the risk of one of them being seen to be multiplied largely. "Who do you want me to get, then?" Since she had never been through with this sort of thing before, she didn't want to mess anything up. Okay. So I need to get Kali. She gave the slightest nod of her head before she turned and started on her search. When she was re-directed, the first thing she thought was Pffft, I knew that. She moved so she was facing the right direction and then started on the scent trail of Kali. Once she got far enough, she could smell another dog's scent mixed in. She was getting close. She picked up her pace so she was at a fast trot, and when she reached Kali, she sprinted the last few feet while trying to stay in the shadow's of the wall. "Kali, we need you back at the bridge." In her eyes there was such a mix of emotion, it was probably clear that there was an outsider.

[Derezzed Ambush]

{ Derezzed Ambush } { Ambush } { Female } { Aggression }

Ƭнɛ βαƨιcƨ--

ʋƨɛяиαмɛ } [Derezzed Ambush]

иαмɛ } [Ambush]

иιcκиαмɛ } [Am; Derezz; Ambush; Rezz]

βяɛɛ∂ } [Ambush is a timber wolf that derives from the dense, cold forests of the Arctics.]

ɢɛи∂ɛя } [Female.]

αɢɛ } [2 years.]


Ƭнɛ ˩σσκƨ --

нɛιɢнт } [28 inches.]

ωɛιɢнт } [Roughly about 80 lbs.]

ɛʏɛ cσℓσя } [Gold.]

ρɛℓт } [Ambush's pelt has become stained with dirt and blood. It's once pure white radiance has dissippated along with her kindness as she's grown into a gruesome fae.]

вʋιℓ∂ } [Ambush is very small for a wolf of her breed. She was, and is, the runt of the litter. Despite her small frame, she is agile and quick. Built with the demeanor like that of a cat, which allows her to perform much faster than the average wolf.]

∂ιƨтιиcтιʌɛ ғɛαтʋяɛƨ } [Ambush's thick scar that runs up her left side distinguishes her from other wolves. Her ghostly gaze also differs her from the many that judge her.]


Яɛℓαтισиƨнιρƨ --

cяʋƨн } [None.]

мαтɛ } [None. She has yet to find a male that can withstand her recklessness.]

ғαмιℓʏ } [Deceased or missing.]


Ƭнιƨ ιƨ Ѧɛ --

ρɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ } [Ambush will seem cruel and menacing at first. She dislikes malevolence and attention addicts. If either of these traits are presented at your meeting her, she will act without mercy. Although, if you get to her soft spot, you will find that she is kind, gentle, and placid. She finds that the key to survival is not becoming too attached to things, so she tends to isolate herself and retreat to her deepest thoughts. Get to know her and see.]

нιƨтσяʏ } [Ambush is a small fae, about the size of a large dog. Whereas her siblings, who took after their father, are much bigger in size and brute strength. According to her father, she takes after her mother's slender frame. Her mother died as she was giving birth to Ambush, the last born and runt of the litter. This haunts her conscience and leads her to believe that her siblings are out to kill her. Her father, who she spent much time with, was killed soon after. She was about 5 weeks old when her father, whom she had a very strong bond with, was shot by a hunter during one of his monthly hunts. Her and her siblings waited and waited for him to come home, when he never returned, they left the safety of their warm den to find him. Being despised by her siblings, she was often left behind and struggled to catch up. After two days of searching, she woke to find her siblings gone. She desperately searched for their scent, but the weight of the snow covered their tracks and the strong wind blew away their familiar smell that she had began to love. Full of fear and paranoia of what would happen next, she began to lose her sanity. She stumbled through the snow aimlessly, feeding off the remains of rotting carcasses. Eventually, she came upon a gruesome pack that was led by a large dredge wolf who wouldn't hesitate to kill anything in his path. Whether it be a pup or a bison, he would rip it to shreds. One of the nicer wolves found her collapsed in a heap under a large log. So she nursed Ambush back to health and brought her to the Alpha. There, Ambush asked, no begged, for his mercy. He thought it over and finally welcomed Ambush into the pack. He decided to train Ambush himself and his personality eventually began to influence her. She grew into an assassin matched by no one. She was the Alpha's pride and joy, he treated her as his own. She was a force to be reckoned with, but no match for her Alpha. One night after a wonderful feast, she was approached by her Alpha. She went to greet him and as she began to rub her muzzle against his chin, he knocked her down and ran one of his large claws down her left side. Ripping her open, he smiled. She stared at him wide-eyed as her screech of pain consumed the forest. He simply watched her bleed for a moment and left her there to die. Terrified of dying, she crawled, like a worm, desperately to get out of his territory. She managed to find a dead buck that was sick by the bank of a river. She dragged herself over to it and began to eat. Luckily no other predators came to claim this feast, so she was able to stay by it and feed herself until she was able to rise to her weary paws. Once she was ready, she began her long trek to nowhere. Again through the desolate snow, alone.]

ℓικɛƨ } [~ The smell of blood.
~ Snow.
~ The feeling of being safe.
~ The presence of someone, anyone kind.]

∂ιƨℓικɛƨ } [~ Humans.
~ Malevolence.
~ Attention seekers.
~ Being alone.]

ғɛαяƨ } [~ Growing too attached to someone only to have them stripped away.]

Δиʏтнιиɢ Єℓƨɛ --

яαиκ } [Assassin]

σтнɛя }[None.]

[Soriams]

Current Mood: Genuinely Afraid, Full of Bluster
Location: GW Bridge
Interaction: Demetri
Crush: No... Just no.
It wouldn't end well for anyone involved.

Lyra

The fluffy little dog's demeanor immediately pricks Lyra's ire, and she can feel the fur on her back raise in response. Yet, his words are chilling and her fear immediately quells the growl that grows in her throat. Instinct tells her to run, that she could be halfway down the shore and around the bend before this short-legged little puff ball could even react. But pride won't let her and she plants her feet firmly in the sand and gathers what courage she has. "And you're a fool if you think there is no choice. What do you do if I refuse? I've not left nor will I follow you blindly. Someone is going to have to come get me, and I highly doubt it will be you." She answers curtly, her lip curling up into a snarl at the last. Her confidence may be misplaced, but it is hard for her to see the shepherd as a threat. She stands nearly a foot taller than the male, and tops his weight by a third. In her mind, he would succumb to her jaws just as the hapless coyotes in her youth.

Why couldn't this have been easy? Do they really think I'm going to just follow them into that dark hole without even so much as a name? For all I know it could be an ambush... Though her ears a pinned back to her head, and her tail stands nowhere near as high as it did, she still locks eyes with the other dog. Obviously afraid yet still aggressive, she calls him on his words and waits to see what will happen.

[Destonation]

(( Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry Derezzed Ambush, I didn't see your first post. I would be honored if you would join, and your form looks good except in the pack we don't have a rank called "assassin". There is a rank post on the front if there is any question about what ranks are available. Also, could you please put more in her personality? I need to know that you are semi-literate / literate. Finally, this is a stray dog roleplay, so we aren't going to be accepting any wolves. My apologies. ^.^; ))

[Nellas]

(( Hello all, I'm been cruising around for a while when I finally found this roleplay, and it just drew me in with the plot, concept, everything. Not to mention that it's not too many pages in- Whenever I find a roleplay I'm interested in, they always seem to have a million pages plus. So, if you're still accepting, I'd like to reserve this post for my forms. Is it all right if I make two characters? I'm thinking of two, but I might just do one depending on my muse. Thank you. ))