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[ Finished my form ^^ Kinda. Is it okay for now, until I have a bit more time to edit it etc? ]

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{{. That's fine, bellatrix. You can add more but it's not necessary. And feel free to add Phoenix (alpha male) into her history however you like or to totally ignore him during the history. .}}

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[ Cool ^^ Thanks.
Where do I jump in? :) ]

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{{. Anywhere you want, really. It hasn't really started yet...
I will write more once the roleplay progresses, I don't have much to talk about currently. .}}

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Phoenix blinked the sleep from his eyes as the last trace of his dreams were washed away with a beam of sunlight, piercing through his vision and leaving spots dancing before his eyes. Feeling content, Phoenix quietly sat up and surveyed his surroundings, making note of the calm area where the wolves had made their dens- everyone was asleep. Quite possible, though, someone had gone out for a morning walk, but Phoenix disliked the thought of any of his wolves going out alone this close to the boundaries of the rival Eagle Pack's camp. Phoenix quickly dismissed the thought before he could fret over it and watched the sky; surely it would be a sunny day today.

[avarice.]

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The light of the morning sun shined down into the pup-sitter den, its soft and warming light pulling further and further down until it couldn't anymore and the area of the shadows took control. The soft sounds of the first bird chirps entered the ears of a earth-toned fae, causing her eyes to open. She stretched out her body and found her front paws against the walls that made up the walling of the den. The desire to enter the outside world and see what it had to offer today entered her mind and body but then it was conflicted with the want to sleep just a little more. Nature would still be there and willing to show itself to anyone that wanted to connect with it, right?

Artemis yawned and rested her head back between her small and delicate front paws, awaiting for sleep to take control over her once more. This didn't come as a big risk to her as her job in the pack wasn't required at the moment. Being there were no pups, the only other thing the fae preferred to do in her spare time was hunting and of course socializing with the others. Living in a pack had its benefits but also its disadvantages. There were always dangers and new things that happened but also there were times of great boredom and lack of things to do in certain times.

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Just before the sun peaked over the horizon, a dark figure sat along a hill with its attention seemingly drawn to the navy blue sky. It didn't appear to be a normal thing to do as there wasn't a single animal or sound to signal the beginning of day. Sure enough it appeared that all the waiting paid off as the soft light, rose over the center line that divided the earth from the sky. The figures body soon became noticeable with each addition light that cast over it's dark silhouette until finally the body structure suggested this mystery animal were a wolf. Moving from its once still position, the wolf rose to its paws and stretched out before returning back to sit upon its haunches. Fascination was drawing in the young animal.

Apollo, a Greek God named for his control over the sun, music, poetry, archery, healing and prophecy. This very name played a perfect role for the brute. He did have a connection with the sun, which showed by him waking before it rose, and following are music and poetry. How these are connected to him will be seen later on through his days but as of right now, Apollo will begin showing his names fitting behavior with his actions. Most would consider this little detail about him strange, which was true, but towards the brute he found it to be very individualistic. It set him apart from many other wolves and he couldn't be happier. Really, who would want to be exactly the same as someone else? Where's the difference? The individual personality. The quirks that made up their very being?

A yawn slipped from Apollo's maw as he waited for the sun to finally come over the horizon. His wait was being rewards gradually and it did bring a bit of joy to the brute heart. It never crossed his mind that this behavior of his was dangerous or could potentially be both laughed at or frowned upon. Truthfully he didn't care for such things because others opinions didn't bother entering the mind of the brute.

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{ sorry to burn your eyes with my crappy beginning posts :c I just don't have that much muse today. }