Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ Tɪᴇs

[sultana]

Forever through the darkness.
Wind whipping like pain through your heart,
Unable to stand, unable to sit.
You keep running on and on and on
Silent footsteps trace your route
Through the darkness you're running on foot.
SIlently floating the followers are.
They know why you're running and they know where you are.

You've ran so far
Yet you've ran so little.
You'll never escape so don't even try.
The followers know where your planning to hide
Bury them deep but they will come back.
The longer you ignore them the harder they'll track;
Along the roads to follow you,
Floating around you in everything you do.

Yet I'm still running in the darkness
Running through the night.
Running out the pain
Running without a light.

It all started with one wolf. Immaculate fur black as black as his soul, scarlet eyes red as the blood on his graying muzzle, a body littered with tracks of scars, as if a knife was brought to the taut skin. This wolf, brutish by appearence, worse by personality, could have ruined this land forever in just a flick of his greedy paw. But those paws held individual cutting utensils, and this land wasn't left without a scar.

Jagger was his name. He was born to two loving parents, beautiful Kira and wise Adolfo. He was given the name Solar at first, but he grew to hate it. It seemed all the love went to his three other siblings, rather to him, who was a hard-worker. His rank, pup-sitter, disgusted him to the point he attacked and killed every single pup. A disturbed wolf, the pack kicked him out, leaving him with severe battle scars he might not live to see heal. However, with each day, he grew stronger, fueled by hate.

According to elders, in every situation he came out victorious because of his vigorous spirit. The alpha of his current pack "mysteriously" disappeared, as well as the beta, and soon the delta pair. No one knew how they died..except for Jagger. His lust and infatuation for power had been quenched as each wolf's blood sunk into the earth. Silent vigils were held as well as a burrying. The wolves were bickering between eachother, pointing tails until it got out of hand. Promising for better living, Jagger elected himself alpha, and the confused wolves went along with it.

One day, after a good feast on one of the elk Jagger dispatched, the lead healer of his pack (The Burning Ashes) began to fall into fits of shaking and visions. The brute didn't know how to react this time. Suddenly, as if her body had been posessed, she stood and began to spit a throng of curses at him, eyes shifting to a blinding white. "Murderer!" She howled, voice crazed. "What do you mean?" The alpha questioned, though his voice shook. He knew she knew. A crowd had formed around them. "He did it! Killed everyone of the high ranks! Admit it now or this land will be cursed.." She growled, and Ahiga stumbled backward. "I-I didnt! I swear! What are you--" Suddenly, the lead healer thrust herself onto Ahiga, shoving them both over the cliff. A chorus of blood-curdling howls could be heard, and then a great splash. The sky grew dark, with lightning ravaging the land. Prey was scattered, wolves were bloodied, and fires still captured everything in it's unforgiving grasp.

The land was forgotten for many years, used as a tale to scare pups into being good. Centuries later comes a new pack, Shining Moon, with no idea of what had happened before them. Jagger was a myth to them. Will Dream let the pack fall, or will she lead them to greatness that they're destined for, even with her real, vivid memories of Jagger, her father.


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[sultana]

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- R a n k s -

Moonlight Falls~

Alphas are the dominate, go-to leaders of the pack. Whatever they say goes. If you disobey them, be prepared to be publicly humiliated by running away with your tail between your legs. If these two Alphas see that another wolf is not getting respect that they deserve, then they will see that that wolf does get the respect that he or she deserves. Alphas have the final say in all decisions, and it is their duty to do what is good for the pack. Even in personal decisions, they must do what is best for the pack. They usually decide what goes on at any given time in a pack: hunting, exploring, meetings, etc. These two are the most responsible and reliable wolves of the pack.

Alpha Male
- Must win Dream's heart.
Alpha Female
Dream | Female | Crushless

The Betas in a wolf pack play a very similar role as the Alphas. Betas are usually looked upon as second in command, taking over while the alphas are not present. They are able to make the same decisions and have the same amount of respect as the alphas. They answer to no one but their Alphas. While the Alphas are present, Betas are mostly used to settle minor jobs or disputes.

Beta Male
Void | Male | Crushless
Beta Female
- Must win Void's heart.

Deltas are extra back-up, really, but do have better qualities than some of the lower-ranking wolves, such as high endurance and speed. They are trust-worthy and deserve the same respect a beta does.

Delta Male
To be earned.
Delta Female
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Alpha Guards
{Those trusted by the alpha most, used to guard the leading ranks, particularly alpha, due to Jagger's crimes. This wolf is skilled in protection and defense and sometimes fighting. Sometimes they can be bigger than the average wolf- though it is not a requirement. }
Dusket | Male | Crushless
Chaos | Male | Crushless

Lead Hunter
Tsumani | Male | Crushless

Hunters
Lily | Female | Crushless
Admiral | Male | Crushless
Chenoa | Female | Crushless

Lead Fighter


Fighters
Barrett | male | Crushless

Lead Scout


Scouts


Lead Healer
Ash | Female | Crushless

Healers


Pupsitters

Pups

Omegas
Chrysanthemum | Female | Crushless
Temple | Female | Crushless




Mᴀᴛᴇs ᴀɴᴅ Cʀᴜsʜᴇs

.♥. = Mates
→ or ← = One way Crush
↔ = Two way Crush.

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The Season


✔ Winter ☃ - Mating Season
Spring ✿ - Pups Born
Summer ☀ - Pups taught skills
Fall ☁ - Preparation for Winter



The Weather



Rain ☂
Cloudy ☁
Sunny ☀
✔ Breezy / Windy
Snow ❅
☃ Blizzard ☃

[sultana]

{ name:: "My name? Winter Dreams on a Summer Night. Mouthful, I know." (C)
Dream was named because although she was born in summer, her pelt was as white as snow, so she must have been 'dreaming' of winter.
{ nickname(s):: "You can just call me Dream."
{ age:: "I am 2 ½ years old."
Young, yes, but do not underestimate her. She is very skilled and wise for her age.
{ gender:: "Fae, female, dame.. same thing: I'm a she-wolf."



{ personality:: This alphess has a complex, all-around persona. Not bi-polar, just different traits that contradict eachother she all thrown in to make Dream who she is. Mostly, she is good-natured, adventurous, brave, and loving -- that's what most know. But, in battle a beast is released. A fierce ferocity takes hold. The she-wolf can hunt and fight, but fighting is a tad weaker than hunting because of her small stature.

She is quick to retalliate, usually with a remark as sharp as her claws. Before a fight, she uses her itelligence to her favor; scanning and memorizing the way each muscle moves. Her battle tactics are quick, mostly dodging until she has a good enough spot to attack. This is also a strategy for hunting. One of her great arts is picking prey mid-run, so she has a better going. Her whole plan instantly snaps into her brain the moment she leaves her hunting crouch. She knows how to carry herself, and is feared by most in battle. So, don't judge at first glance.

When you meet her, you atomatically think friendly. She does have her days though, where she can rip your throat out for attacking a pack-mate, ruining a hunting trip on purpose, etc. It all comes down to her beloved pack. Dream can be feisty and a tad flirty, but only around somone she really likes. She can quickly become impatient at times, but won't take it out on anyone. Probably a tree at most, and even then she feels bad. For a tree. Yep. This is because Dream is very in touch with nature and her ancestry. She kills prey quickly for less pain, then thanks nature for the gift of food. She is very down-to-earth and humble, surprising for a proud alpha. If there's one thing she hates, it is arrogance.

Deep down, she wants to be swept off her paws; but you wouldn't have guessed. Romance is her nemesis, it never seems to work out for her; but brutes often try due t looks, rank, or personality, ad sometimes all at once. Her heart was broken by a rank-lover once, and it destroyed her. She signed off brutes for awhile, but maybe this season is different. Dream is attracted to brave wolves who have a caring, kind heart.

Her rank, alpha, fits her most. She likes to interact with the pack, but also has leader-ship skills that should be noticed. Very rarely does the female show weakness, and when she does, she can't help it. Dream already has to prove she belongs there due to her size, but adding on an injury that needs a couple days to heal, or a few tears? Forget about it.

Her kin and her have had a bad life, yet she seems to be the more happy one. Dream is great at hiding her emotions, which has won her battles in the past. If you approach her, a soft smile will probably be playing at her features; but she is really making sure you are of no threat. However, she is a generally friendly fae. Her vivid golden eyes are her most stunning feature. They are of almost complete use to Dream, ears only part. Her figure is lithe, which makes her a great hunter but not so much fighter. Its not that she can't fight, she can, but is alot better at bringing down a kill. The dame prefers to not waste food, so her rations are carefully decided. Winter Dreams on a Summer Night was named because though she was born on a summer night; her pelt was as white as snow. Dream has a squeaky clean rep, and is thought of by most as friend.

{ description:: Dream is, at first glance, startlingly beatiful. Her fur is a striking snow white and long and soft, curling gently at the ends. Instead of tripping her up, it seemed to glide in an elegant dance with the wind. Though plush, her fur is very thin and doesn't weigh her down. When judging upon looks, she holds the grace of an alpha fae, yet doesn't seem to have the body for it. Her muscle is there, just hidden. She could do serious damage because of her training. It is covered in sinewy muscle, lean and unseen. The fae's body in itself is lithe and elegant. Her legs are long and strike the dirt evenly, barely a sound ommitting from them because of her light weight. Then, you move onto her soulful, serene liquid gold eyes. They usually express an inquisitive, outgoing, friendly nature; yet can be told as superior. A cheerful and serene glow seems to surround her, attracting wolves to her. However, no one seems to realize her brutal scars. One ugly scar in particular she hates the most. A silvery scar runs in jagged edges from her hip to her knee. Fur has grown in a bit, but to Dream it is everything they see. Her voice is like a melody with no music when she howls or talks. It's smooth and silky, naturally alluring. However, she finds herself plain and doesn't really care much for attention. When given it, she acts very bashful and modest.
{ kin:: Moonlily, Mother ;; Dead
Jagger, Father ;; Alive {sadly}
Cynder, brother ;; Dead
Void, brother ;; Alive
{ strengths::
- Leading her pack.
- Hunting
- Fighting
-Stamina
{ weaknesses::
- She can be a bit impatient at times, especially with Void.
- Her past.
- Her pack.



{ rank wanted:: "Alpha has always been my dream."
{ rank:: "I am the Alphess of Moonlight Falls Pack."
{ friends:: Everyone in her pack.
{ enemies:: None, really.



{ crush:: "I guess if you catch my eye.."
{ secret crush:: "Secrets, secrets...I have many, but a secret crush is not one of them."
{ mate:: Win her heart. <3
{ pups:: "Someday, hopefully."



{ about you :: I'm moonkissed., but you can call me Moon. ^__~
{ anything else:: lulz I forget my own codeword. C:

{ name:: "Ever Black Void. My parents apparently liked long names.." (C)
{ nickname(s):: "Just Void."
{ age:: "Two-and-a-half years old, a few minutes younger than my sister."
{ gender:: "...I'm a brute. Are you blind or can't smell or something?"



{ personality:: Void is, in general, a tough, yet sweet, brute with a heart of gold. A smile is usually perking the the corners of his lips in a friendly smile. When he likes you, you'll know. He'll get really nervous and try to impress you in any current way possible. This means he is also flirty, but not in a degrading way. More in a 'shower you with compliments' kind.

He can be aggresive about his past, so unless your on his good side, don't speak a word of it to him. Void is naturally a conversationalist with faes. he doesn't get along well with brutes, for he hadn't spoken to one since his brother Cynder died of a bear mauling.

The brute is veeeery protective of Dream, and snaps at any brute looking at her funny or in a degrading way. He almost killed the male who broke Dream's heart, and sent him skittering into the trees. She is his last family besides Jagger, and he doesn't want to have her broken like his mother. This also makes him a good, future-mate and father. He's protective in a cute way instead of controlling.

{ description:: Void has a naturally sweet, strong, and brave persona. He is quite handsome, with shiny jet black fur hanging abit below his lean stomach and curling slightly. However, his most stunning asset is his eyes. A rich, beautiful forest green. The irises are based with emerald green, an flecked deep amber at the corner; symbolizing trees. But that is just one way to describe him. He is fairly tall and muscular, benefitting greatly from high stamina and ferocity in battle. He is unlike Dream in many ways when it comes to looks. As she seems delicate, he looks like he could knock you lights out -- with one paw. His whole body is constructed of sinewy muscle. Although rather thin, he still retains the broadness.
{ kin:: "My mother died, my brother died, and Jagger is a mere speck. He can die for all I care."
{ strengths::
- Fighting
- Swimming
- Running
{ weaknesses::
- Void is quick and lean, but not very light on his feet when hunting.
- His past.
- His family.



{ rank wanted:: "Got it."
{ rank:: Beta brute.
{ friends:: "Mostly everyone, I guess."
{ enemies:: "Not yet.."



{ crush:: "All faes deserved to be loved, but no one has caught my eye just yet."
{ secret crush:: "Why make it a secret? If I had one, she'd be the first to know."
{ mate:: "Someday."
{ pups:: "I want them, but do not have a mate yet."



{ about you :: ^
{ anything else:: ;}

[sultana]

[Massie Block.]

(Accepting?)

[sultana]

[spring.]

About spring.:

{ I decided this would be good to put before anything else. I tend to talk out of character for long periods of time, or get caught up in what I am saying and say too much. If I start getting annoying, just tell me to shut up or something.. Remind me what was happening before I decided to talk your ear off. Also, my 'c' key is being a pain, so pardon me if something like decide doesn't have a 'c' in it. Call me spring, springy, or about anything else with spring in it. I don't mind what nicknames I have. I have also been called sprongy, on an accidental typo, so if that suits your fancy, go for it. Thanks for reading!
spring. }}

"Hello, my name is Fluer-de-Lis. You can call me Lily. My parents really liked the light colouring that came from lillies. When they saw that I was the only light female, I was named Lily. The healer always called me Fluer-de-Lis.... it means lily flower.
"Well, I'm not as old as the others... I'm 2 years and 3 months. That's fifteen years old in human years, so I'm technically a teenager. I hope my small form doesn't fool you! I was born in Yellowstone National Park... my pack wasn't.... desirable...
"I'm a female. There's other ways of saying female so let me list a few... girl, fae, chick, lady, I think you get the point now, no?
"Well, not that you should care about my rank but I hope to be a hunter, or Lead Hunter. I hope nobody tries to harm anybody, despite the fact that I'm smaller than most would think... I hope to make my way further up the ladder but it's all good."

"Try to crack my shell, I'm usually quite loving."
Fluer-de-Lis, or Lily as most call her, is a very soft-spoken fae. She can be quite brutal, however, only if she feels that she is overburdened or threatened, which can become a common occurence. So, don't be offended if Lily doesn't want to talk in a time of when she is burdened. Sometimes, all she needs is a friend, but she doesn't want to put her burdens on someone else. Lily can go from a lion to a lamb in no time and vice-versa. She never likes killing or harming other wolves. Lily is quick on her feet, loving to run through forests. This is strange because she can become quite a klutz when around others, especially those she may have a crush on. Lily does enjoy having company but also likes her downtime. Lily is extremely fond of flowers, as her full name means 'Lily Flower.' She also has a fascination with waterfalls or rivers, always wondering why the water flows in rivers. Lily is quite intelligent but can over think things as well. If I haven't mentioned, Lily can get quite defensive. Lily has an immense love for summer and is known to be happier and a bit more outgoing. She enjoys running around and just the beauty of nature in spring and summer. She is very caring towards family members, none of which she has anymore. She does have this shell of a tough girl, but she is well-mannered. Some could describe her a self-concious.. and perhaps she feels trapped with in this mentality. She doesn't enjoy seeing faes that look prettier than her... she feels self concious and usually tucks herself away mentally in a corner, that is when answers become vague or short.
"I can't forgive what I've done."
After she was born from the Alpha pair, her parents retired to the Delta postion to raise Lily. She didn't know that her other siblings were still born or exiled from disease and died soon after. She was brought up thinking she is a rare one-pup litter. Her mother started suffering and to ease the pain, her father cheated on her with the Alpha Fae. This was when Lily was about 1.5 years of age and a strong, trained young pup. She found out about it and stopped listening to orders from the Alpha Fae and her father, telling the Alpha Brute about the horrid cheating. Her father and the Alpha Fae were either killed or sent into exile and Lily was rewarded greatly. This is when she started becoming brutal and she is now an 'Alpha pup' again and her mother is dead. The alpha gave her pups, and he started becoming very protective of the pups, never letting them out of the den. He wouldn't let Lily leave either. So, whilst they slept after the pups had weaned partially, Lily left. She just ran through the forests towards a different pack. All she wants is to forget her history. So don't ask about it.

Lily is a petite gray wolf with light muscling in her haunches and shoulders, so don't be fooled by her little form. She has light orange eyes, almost moving towards a more yellowed colour, that seem to pierce straight through lies. Sometimes, in a certain kin of light they can appear amber, getting close to red. Lily is a bit skinny from constantly running, but she doesn't appear to notice or mind, she has been a loner most of her life so she shouldn't care. She has petite paws and ears, courtesy of her mother, almost nothing from her father except her gray colouring is visible. She has no white points on her but she does have yellow or golden fur around her ears and underbelly. She has small bones, making her almost as frail as an elder. If you asked her if she was a flight or fight sort of girl, she wouldn't be able to choose, knowing that her bones could be broken but she is strong on her own. Her coat is slightly lighter in the summer but darker in the winter, colours are defined either way though.

"I have no crush or mate. I have not met any friends. Just talk to me, I may be your friend!
I used to have pups, but I had to leave them behind. It's better than letting them get killed by a mountain lion or something... right?"

.:.Admiral.:.

All About Me...

Name:: Admiral

Nickname:: Admiral

Age:: 3 years

Gender:: Male

Details
Rank:

Rank Wished: Hunter

History:
"When I was born, I was in a litter of four. I was the only male, so I got a lot of one and one time with my father. He raised me to be a strong brute with training beginning at 2 months of age and continuing until about a year. I was a strong young pup, but hated fighting others to defend my parent's reputation. My father outcasted me. I was becoming a pain anyways. I was starting to taunt the alpha, I was young and stupid. I got into a lot of trouble. I wasn't arrogant, I was just trying to impress others. Well, I've been on my own for two years. It will most likely take some time to get used to pack life again.

Personality:
"In case you haven't understood my personality, I am strong and childish. I am not arrogant, but some say that I come off that way. I can be stupid in decisions that I make, and tend to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. I don't like upsetting others, and tend to seclude myself if I feel like I am in the wrong. I fight for what I feel is right. I want to get used to pack life again, so I really want to be a good guy. But I have a temper, and I hold a grudge. I don't want to have people on my bad side, so just avoid it.

Accessories(scars,chains,etc):
Scars on his cheeks, legs, and sides.

Other:

Love Life

Crush:
None

Secret Crush:
Why keep it a secret?

Mate:
None

Pups:

{ Again, 'tis not as glorious but I am better at roleplaying. So pardon my vague form. }

[R0be0]

wip;

[Vumit]

✖✖

{They call me Chrysanthemum.}




Name;
{"My name is Chrysanthemum. My mom liked flowers."

Nickname;
{"Those who don't call me mutt, Omega, or dog use Chrys."

Age;
{"I am 2 years old."

Gender;
{"I am a female."

Rank;
{"Omega. This is what I get for my dear mother's mistake. Lovely, I know."




Personality;
{Chrys doesn't talk much. Not unless she's addressed directly, or she feels something has to be said. She's not shy, or standoffish, she just doesn't like others. To be fair, it was mostly the people disliking her first. She can deal with this most of the time, by just ignoring those who are not kind to her. However, when it's too much to bare, she forms poetry. She sits in her den and puts all her raw anger and sadness into words, burying them so she doesn't have to deal with it anymore. She doesn't share them with people, though. Not really because she doesn't want to, but because no one really wants to listen.

History;
{"That's not something I enjoy talking about. Besides, who'd care?"

Likes;
{She claims to not like anything, but in truth, she loves the rain. Storms especially. She also likes to day dream.

Dislikes;
{She has a fiery hatred of beautiful purebred faes. They have everything that she wishes she was. Not a scrawny mutt with almost eerily yellow eyes.

Fears;
{Dying, being underground.




Crush;
{"Do you think you're funny? Cause you're not."

Mate;
{"Not allowed, bub."

Pups;
{"They're cute I guess, but no one's lining up to have pups with an Omega."




Theme song;
{Link

Other;
{(I quit roleplaying a while back, so I'm a bit rusty. Back when I was way into it, my posts looked like this-)

[Chrysanthemum-]

.:Chrys sighed. She should have known this was coming, as it always did. She shifted uncomfortably under her Alpha's gaze, her yellow eyes trained on the ground. No, she didn't like her Alpha, but she respected him. "I hate not being useful. I need to move to keep myself feeling like a real person. You and I both know I'm not guard material." She said, looking down at her scrawny form. Short and lean, certainly not a fighter. "Nor can I ease tension like a normal Omega. I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not a friendly person." She looked up at Bourne, her face emotionless. He was the closest thing to a friend she had, a leader who made sure she lived.

She wished she could say more, but he had bigger things to deal with, and going against his will would not be good for her in the end. Maybe she could discuss it with him later, but for now, she didn't have it in her to cause a scene. Her words would fall on deaf ears here. "I guess I'll be on my way, though. I'll see you when you return to camp." She muttered, turning. She disappeared through the bush once more, running from the scene. She wasn't really that upset, but she wished she was normal for about the millionth time. So she wouldn't have to run away and pretend.

After all, she wasn't weak. Not a good fighter, but she wasn't a bad hunter. She was smart, but she didn't share her thoughts with others. She was just average, except for the whole dog blood situation. She couldn't change who she was, however. So she lived on, and although her life wasn't the best, it could be worse, she guessed. Her thoughts traveled to Bourne's love, making her cringe lightly. She could have lost someone important like that. Her mother's loss had hurt her, but she hadn't felt sad about that in a long time. She blamed her mother's choice in mate for her life. She knew it was unfair, but she needed a reason for all of this.:.

(That's found here- viewtopic.php?f=65&t=1263129&p=37248403#p37248403)

Ｉ'ｍ . ｍe

Full Name;
"Barrett. Nothing fancy."
Nick Name;
"I have none. I wouldn't mind one though."
Age;
"Three years of age."
Gender;
"Male."
Rank Wanted;
"Delta Male."
Rank Earned;
"Fighter."

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Ｌｅｔ'ｓ. Ｇｅｔ. Ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎg'ｓ. Cｌｅａｒ

Crush;
"None. I haven't really met anyone to catch my eye."
Secret Crush;
"None. I don't like secrets."
Mate;
"I would like one, eventually. For now I'm content."
Pup[s];
"They're nice, but none."
Late Mate / Pup[s];
"None, thank the heavens. I hear that'll screw a guy up really bad."

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Ｍｏｒｅ?

Personality;
Barrett is very black and white about everything, taking most things seriously. He doesn't have much of a sense of humor, and his brain is almost always in a warrior state. Maybe he just hasn't found the right person to open him up, or maybe he's just boring. Either way, he's difficult to talk to. He isn't cruel, or mean, however. Almost like a cop, once a cop, you're always a cop, badge or not. He's very loyal to his pack mates, and would die for any of them, be them Alpha to Omega.
History;
"It's nothing spectacular. I wouldn't want to bore you."
Markings;
"Nothing special that I know of."
Family;
"No one here."
Other;
"Nothing."

[sultana]

{ Veteran, spring., and pine; please read the rules. You forgt an important rule :3