The Canton Pack {Open}

[Cakewalk]

((In the future where do you intend on having this roleplay go?))

{Sorry for not being here all that much. I'm going to try and keep this active now. We can go wherever you want to go in the future.

And yes, you may use your own form. }

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.: Name :.
Anaka
.: Age :.
2 & 1/2 yrs.
.: Gender :.
Fae:Female
.: Rank :.
Loner.
.: Pack :.
None.

.: Personality :.
She is very sarcastic, stubborn, like. Because of how she lived before she changed her good nature for a very seclusive one around other wolves. However, when she opens up to you she can really change onto a loving, caring fae, that was only showing a facade. She is also very protective of her pack, and although being a little small looking than the rest, she is a very fierce fighter.
.: History :.
She was born into another normal pack. She was the third of five pups born that spring, and she was the smallest and weakest one of all. Even when the odds of her surviving weren't in her favor for a few days, she was steady enough to get on her paws and annoy the heck out of everyone. She didn't spend much time around her other siblings since she liked to trail clumsily behind her older brothers, Wolfy and Langa, who loved her and gave her a good tickle fight.

Anaka was always a pretty shy pup, so she liked to keep on after her brothers than make friends. When she was about three months old, hunters were sighted near and the older wolves went to investigate, leaving the elders, pups, and pup-sitters behind. But they didn't know there were more heading to camp. While the hunters and their dogs destroyed everything in their path, little Anaka was trying to follow her brothers' scent. But it wasn't much until she was cornered by a dog and the fire that the hunter's ignited. And there was no one to help her. Trying to run, she earned a long gash on her underbelly by her pursuer, and she had no escape. Before Langa and Wolfy emerged out of nowhere to scare the beast away and save her life, she'd heard her mother's wailing and her father's distant howl. A howl filled with worry, sadness, fear, and gun-shots. Then she was dragged off into the night by her brothers, and she no longer heard of her parents never again.

The next morning, when her brothers brought her back to camp after hours of extensive pleading, she felt part of her soul die. There was nothing left except the ashes that flew and layed scattered by the wind, and the remaining logs that were not completely eaten by the fire because of a sudden spring rain. A stray tear went down her face and her brothers mourned in silence behind her.

For months they took care of themselves, living together, teaching each other, and depending on the other. She grew into a teen, learned to hunt, and joined a pack with her brothers. Fell in love. And he loved her back. His name was Nanook and he meant everything to her as well as she did to him.

They became mates at the very young age and she couldn't have been happier. On a troublesome day she found a pup and adopted him. The pup was very young and had been abandoned, so she and Nanook took him in. However, she didn't know what was to strike after. Just a few days after the pup had finally settled, a rouge pack attacked them, killing the pup before Nanook or Anaka had a chance to do anything.

After the battle to retain their pack lands, both Nanook and Anaka were so devastated, they slowly drifted apart from each other. There love wasn't as strong as they imagined and so Anaka and her brothers left, determined to find another place. Once in another pack her brothers fell in love. And she didn't want to take them away for her unhappiness there, since she was ignored. The next morning she was gone and making her way around, looking for the pack that best suited her.
.: Fears :.
Hurting as she did before.

.: Looks Description :.
She is smaller than the average fae. She is usually seen as an unsuitable opponent because of her size, but she's quick, and knows how to hunt so easily as by skipping. Anaka has dark-blue grey eyes which are framed by a soft coat of white fur, that grows along her body as fluffy spines. Her hair makes her look taller when she's mad, and her ears, when flicked back, you can see a dotted pattern on the insides. A long tails swooshes behind her, lifting dust. From the incident with the dogs she has a scar on the lower part of her belly.

Her parents dead, and her brothers happily settled.


.: Crush :.
None.
.: Mate :.
Definitely not.
.: Pups :.
Not sure.

[Cakewalk]

{Accepted!}

[Cakewalk]

CaThAl

Male || Alpha || Five Years Old || Alone

Cathal heard the howl that echoed out across the land, recognizing the voice of Linnion. Good. He was safe, though far away. He tilted his head back once more, calling to him, telling him to stay where he was. Cathal didn't need anymore wolves risking their lives. He needed to keep as much of his pack safe that he could. He heard the barking soon after and saw the dark shape of another wolf in front of him. The rain had drained out any source of scent, and the alpha was left to continue his path toward the shape, finally making out enough details to tell that this was Blitz and not some stranger that had intruded on his land. "Get to higher ground," he barked as he flew passed the male, glancing back to make sure Maleno was still close behind. She was, though struggling, and Cathal had a moment of wondering if it had been right to bring anyone along with him. His thoughts were distracted by something else. The fat rain drops had become fewer as they fell to earth. The rain was letting up, though the territory was still flooded and not everyone had been found. Soon, he was making his way through water that ended at the top of his legs, forcing his body through the deep current.

ѕуℓαи

Female || Scout || Three Years Old || Alone

Sylan heard a howl somewhere off to her left. A very close howl, at that. It belonged to a male from the pack (Linnion), though she couldn't quite recall his name, and she began to wonder if he was safe or if he was stuck. The howl had made it seem like he was perfectly okay, but Sylan wanted to make sure. She trotted through the trees, sinking into the mud with each step, though safe on high ground, and picked her way toward him, finally seeing the shape of the male on an incline, his coat as wet as hers. He was familiar, with his black coat and cold eyes, and Sylan kept moving toward him. "Are you alright?" she called out. Even if he appeared okay, something could be amiss.[/quote]

[love lucy]

{ How can I start? Short recap to know what's going on, please. }

[Cakewalk]

{Certainly. A huge storm has come to the Canton territory, and it has flooded the river and surrounding area. The terrain is treacherous, and it's difficult to get to high ground, as there's so much water, it's washing it away. Cathal, Chet, Maleno, and Elanor have gone out in search of the missing wolves. Sylan is on higher ground and trying to wait out the storm. Talia is in the river, attempting to safe herself from drowning, though it's not going so well. }

[love lucy]

A N A K A

The fae shook herself, sending water in all directions. She was in safe ground, yes, it was high and clear, plus, that there was the scent of a pack nearby. She was excited that at least she was getting closer. And the closer, the better, and sooner she'll join. Anaka is tired of this insane walking and living alone like a loner. She wasn't made for that. Surviving is something harsh and cruel. Surviving alone is even worst. She didn't want to remain like this much longer, knowing that at a certain point she wouldn't be able to stand it either. Being alone with herself made her think a lot. And that thinking brought too many memories she had tried to forget so many times... Sighing, she walked under a tree and sat, watching the water drive by.

[Rant]

Chet

Chet watched the other wolves his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth, drying there, becoming numb and tingling as the blood flow to the oral muscle lessened. The other wolves were caught up in their own chaos, their own biased and boosted versions of the events. Chet merely watched, his eyes narrowing, blinking back the dull gray light that hit his eyes and still managed to sting. The others, they were going to secure the wolves who were not in their sphere of control.

I have all the characteristics of a wolf—flesh, blood, skin, hair—but my depersonalization is so intense, has gone so deep, that my normal ability to feel compassion has been eradicated, the victim of a slow, purposeful erasure. Not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust is present within me.I am simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a wolf, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning. He mused as the rain washed some of the dirt and mud from his patchy coat. He itched his stomach with a back leg, though there was no itch. A tuft of fur came off along with his nails.

The winter coat he would surely gain would be thicker than this one, though the bald spots would inevitably remain so. A stray raindrop hit his ashen tongue, and he pulled it inside his mouth as if he had something to hide upon it. Chet looked at the others, the strong ones, the ones who would prosper and perhaps be able to mate one day. He should feel a stinging bitterness, but instead all he felt was the wind rushing past his ears, bringing them down more.

There is an idea of a Chet the Omega, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can bite my neck and feel blood flowing into your mouth and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.

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@ Rant:
I love your style of writing, and great choice of words.

[m e o w]

Name: Ahsaki.

Gender:Female

Age: four years.

Rank Requested: Huntress.

Mentor/Apprentice:to be given.

Appearance:provided

Personality: Kind and driven, Ahsaki wishes to be further ahead in her life, always searching for what it means, she just wants to know what it means to live. She is very stubborn and goes for what she wants, not knowing what love is she refrains from it. She is fairly outgoing. She isn't weak, but very strong indeed.

History: ---

Other: nope

Role-played By: Starfruits