Forsaken: CLOSES--REMAKING--

[lady windle.]

Camo padded behind the brute her black ears tall on her head as she looked after him her autumn eyes glowing "Oh my this.. This place is amazing" her tail began to wag behind her as he spoke again "it gets better?" I giggles again sticking rather close to him her black pelt grazing against his as her eyes opened wide them glowing from the hidden location "oh my.. I.. I have never seen anything like this before I couldn't ask for a better. This is so amazing!" she looks up into his blue ryes giving his cheek a gently nuzzle of thanks amd excitement. This was more than she thought shed fund anywhere a nice pack rather handsome alpha amd now this Dem with a hidden place and plenty of room for all the wolves she could tend too. Snapping out of her thoughts her ears fell back on her as her face was rather close to his lost some in his blue eyes.


[[ on phone for now cx sorry no pretty posts. ]]

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Axel smiled at her slightly and cocked his head to one side, "So you speak." he said softly as he chuckled. He glanced down at her paw again, his ears flattening against his head, "I know how that feels." he replied as he lifted his paw and turned it slightly so that she could see a small scar.

[love lucy]

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Tink I'll be joining in a few minutes.
Just let me get organized.

[mindless.]

Red gave a tiny light chuckle. "I may not have a name but I can speak. What is your name?" She didn't hear him if he had said it earier. The female flicked her tail behind her and relictantly peeled her eyes from his. She had never seen a.wolf this color and thought it was a pretty pelt color. Plus the eyes.

[love lucy]

My name is Hollow. Don't like it, don't say it. My name has no history whatsoever actually. My parents just named me like that. Now, leave that topic alone.

I have no rank. I have no mate, no crush, and no pups, although those would be nice... anyways, no one better dare disrespect me. You really don't want to get in trouble with me around. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Now, what should I say. I have a thing for caterpillars. I just hate those chubby, crawling things. Give me the creeps how disgusting they are. Just. don't tease me about it unless I really like you. If you do and let's say your not on my preference list, I'll make sure you regret it for sure.What can I say? Guess that's the best I can come up with right away.

I'm a brute, obviously, four years old. You can recognize me easily since I have sea-blue eyes, I'm a tall and muscular grey wolf, with a bittersweet attitude. Bittersweet, I say, because I'm rarely sweet, and bitter because I'm simply sour like that, with a stubborn but protective and silent attitude. I hate to open up, and I'd first push you away than admit I like you. I'm willing to protect my pack at all costs, no matter what, and if you join I hope you do too. Packs are families, and everyone has to take care of each other.

My past is harsh. But it makes me who I am today. That's why I don't hide my history for long. I was born to loners, and though I love my parents, I always wished to be part of a pack. My parents were originally omegas, so they hated the pack life, because of how they were treated before. I, however, loved the idea of belonging in one, and still do.

Back to the story, well, I was raised with four siblings. All of them that I haven't heard again of, but I'm sure they're still alive, somewhere. I never tried searching for them since they left long after I did. They wanted to remain loners together, but each had a different goal, something different so we just ended up splitting for each to do what we pleased. I don't really remember what happened the night we each parted different ways. I just know that i wanted to be part of a pack. To be accepted and fit as a piece in a puzzle. To me a loner life doesn't make sense. Because the strength of the pack is the wolf and the strength of the wolf is the pack.

My parents had died recently since we all couldn't survive winter and my mother passed away that season. My father fallowed in the pain it caused him. That's why I've sworn to myself that I'll never fall like that. Love breaks; it destroys. I've never seen anyone so sad like my father was. Because love is like a flame, that while it burns your wrapped in it's warmth, but as it ends, you end up cold and feel lifeless, like an important part of you missing. Trust me, since I've experience that.

When I left I did find a pack. Very quickly to say. And I fell in love, or so I think. I'd fallen hard, desperate after a fae, a little older than I. She was beautiful. The most beautiful she-wolf I've seen. With green eyes, and a coat as white as snow. And that was her name. Snow. I was such a fool. She laughed, and teased me, and I thought she loved me back. I was like a pup after her. When reality was she was just faking to have me going after her. I was probably the strongest male. And she the prettiest female. The alpha didn't like that much since he wanted her for himself, and actually, she liked him too. Just telling you, that I couldn't count how many times she sighed dreamily over him and I just growled lowly in jealousy. It is a feeling I despise.

So the alpha chased me out. But I couldn't leave my love behind. So I went back. To find her with him. However, he didn't notice my presence and went out hunting, so I tried to have a word with her. To convince her we should elope and go away to start our own pack. I was hitting rock bottom over whatever she said. And all her lies were worth gold to me. So that was me. A fallen idiot. And she laughed. Laughed like I'd was worth crap which is what I meant to her. She toyed around with my feelings, and made fun of me. Of course, I realized she didn't love me, not even close to what I'd let my heart to burn at. And as I said before, as I went away alone, part of me was left behind. And I was an empty shell. Like my name. Because the fire had burned out and I was cold.

So I fled, desperate to find a new start. But a new start without love. And that is why I never plan to fall in love again. And want to join another pack. My story does not have death in a great manner, but if you knew the pain I suffered, you would understand, that I simply don't want to get hurt anymore. Specially after I was such a fool. Why would it even occur to me she might really love me? I don't know. It was a stupid mistake, a really stupid mistake, and I regret everything that happened! I regret laying my eyes on her! Because at the end she treated me like trash and I was left broken. So today that's what I am. A broken soul. Not reparable, but still working. Agonizingly trying my best every day. To love is to destroy. And to be loved is to be destroyed too. Love weakens you. Makes you vulnerable. And it happened to me.
I turned weak.

That's my story. And here I am. We all have stories to tell. And that was one of mine. My misery.

[love lucy]

My name is Raine. I have no idea what were my parents thinking when they named me, since I hate the rain. It'sdepressing. Don't take it wrong. I respect that you probably like the rain, but I prefer sunny days when the sky is a deep baby blue and the clouds swim endlessly while the sun's rays brush against me. Those days are perfect. I can't remember a rainy day that I could say I was happy. I have no happy moments in the rain, so I don't attach it to the feeling good. The snow is alright. I like the snow, since I can camouflage in it and take down anyone. So yeah, even though the snow is frosted rain, I like it better.

I'm sure you already got the point that I'm a girl. Fae, female, vixen, two X chromosomes, whatever you call it. Even though I act a little, let's say unladylike sometimes, I do have my softer side. Being young, 3 yrs. and a half, looking for a new start. I don't have a rank, or a pack, so yeah... But I'm looking forward to joining one soon.

Pups are cute. I've always liked them, but I doubt I'd be a good mother. And anyway, I don't have a mate, less, a crush, so I don't see a family in my future. I'll be happy enough with a pack to have company, since that's what's this is all about. Company. My father used to say, "Because the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack." Very wise words, when you think them over. For now, I just know that I'm as lonely as it can get, though, I'm not complaining. I'm fine as I am. Actually learned a few tricks on my own. But that's just me, and as the saying goes it would only be wise to listen.

I really don't like speaking about my great attitude, but since you insist... I'm stubborn. Real stubborn. Don't know why, but I just love to go against whatever they tell me. It's gives me the air of rebellious. Then I can say that I'm spontaneous. I come up with the craziest things you could think of. I also get off track a lot. Usually start speaking of one thing and end up with another. And my big flaw is: that I can be too annoying. Can't explain why for this one neither, but I just know everyone I know calls me that at least once. Sometimes I can seem like a cold-heart if I'm not in a good mood, but take it from me, even I amaze myself sometimes when I turn really sweet and caring. Rare occasion, and I'm sure it won't happen again. I don't like to open up to others. I simply don't, and it'll never change. At least, I've not met someone who I can say that I trust enough to open up. Never really have.

My past is.. peculiar. I don't like to really talk about it. I was born in a pack. But then my parents turned into loners. I don't know why. They just told me that we couldn't stay there anymore. It was winter when we left, and mother cached a disease. We didn't know she was sick until she could barely stand. My father was worried over her strange actions before, and he asked me and my three siblings about it, but, what would we know? We were just four single minded pups. So at the end, my dear mother died before I could get a clear idea of what was she like. I only remember a blurry image of her soft brown eyes, caring smile, and scent. So mother is just a memory I want to keep tied to me for as long as possible, even though I hardly knew her. And dad, well, dad was dad. He taught the four of us how to survive in hunting, and fighting tactics, but he was never really into us. He loved us like you love someone you care about, but never like he loved mother. And her death scarred him forever. He would always teach us lessons, and play with us. Make sure we were happy, but with the distant look in his eyes I knew he was not. He was broken.

And dad didn't live long enough for me to try to help him. One day hunters came by, and dad had been out hunting. We never saw him again after he left that morning saying good-bye and that he'll be back soon. The last thing I heard of him was a strangled cry, just after the sound of a shot.

Then my brothers and I parted different ways, with different purposes. My older brother, wanted to start a pack of his own. Next older sibling left with a she-wolf he met afterwards and I don't know what happened afterwards. My younger brother joined a pack nearby, and I? Well, I became a loner. I loved my brothers and their playfulness but now that we had nothing to share between us the leash was broken and we were free. However I had no intention of starting alone like that. So I started searching for my father. Of course, the only thing I ever found was a few drops of blood, and that told me everything. Afterwards I been a lonesome loner. Not really caring of where to go.

OK. I know I'm short, but don't rub it in my face! I hate it when others mock me because of my height. My brothers did that all the time, and it always ended up in a fight. Continuing, I have Heterochromia, meaning that I have one eye blue, the other one brown. My fur tone is white, however, I have different shades of colors in it. Some blonde, others a little brownish, or then just plain white. Call me multicolored if you want -no, please. I'm petite and fast. Skilled hunter, but because of my height I'm terribly teased, and I hate climbing trees because it makes me feel too tall. Say I like being close to the ground. And then there is my fear of water. I don't care to go across a shallow pond, or small creek, but ask me to swim on the profound part and I'll run a mile. It's just... I don't know how to swim. I hate the idea of not feeling the earth beneath my paws, so yeah, I hate swimming. Oh, and another flaw would be if you anger me. I easily snap, so don't get me mad.

[Electric~Lime~Zebra]

(Accepted c: I'll add everyone who isn't on the pack rank post tomorrow)

Archer smiled at her, his gaze meeting her Autumn eyes. He felt her soft fur against him and felt a warm shiver of something unknown. He saw her openness, staring into his eyes. soft laughter. Grey fur. Green eyes.
No. He told himself harshly. He started to step back, his face hidden of any emotion. "I....I got to go." He said, disappearing through the tunnels in a flash. He sighed, relieved as he breath in fresh air and hurried to his den, body language warning and unwelcome.

Vixen smiled and left them to chat. She pricked her ears as Dameons howl reached her ears. She raised her head and let out a quick howl, closer to bark then any. She wagged her tail, waiting for him. She looked up, seeing the last light of day disappearing over the trees.

[lady windle.]

Camo was still looking at him her ears down at her till he took a step back which made her in turn back away from him. She lowered her head and whispered sorry as he took off out of her den. Well the healers den. She stared after him for a moment her body language going from happy to kind of hurt and sad. Her Autumn eyes looked away from the opening and back into the inside of the den. "Thanks.." she spoke to no one but said it aloud as she walked to the opening of the log and out into the fresh air she took in a deep breath plopping down on her flank.

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Red gave a tiny light chuckle. "I may not have a name but I can speak. What is your name?" She didn't hear him if he had said it earier. The female flicked her tail behind her and relictantly peeled her eyes from his. She had never seen a.wolf this color and thought it was a pretty pelt color. Plus the eyes.

Axel's tail swished smoothly from side to side, he smiled slightly and sat down on his haunches. His tail gently patted the ground, lightly thumping each time. He tore his gaze from her and watched a fish swim past. He looked back at the nameless Fae and asked suddenly, "Why don't you have a name?"

[love lucy]

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Alright, thanks. Can I have a quick recap?
It's just to now where to jump in and catch up.