♟Ｃｈｅｃｋｍａｔｅ♙;; ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ᴡᴏʟғ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ;; semi-lit.

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{ that would be wonderful! please do c:

[fairyheart]

{ Reserve Beta Brute for Caissa Pack? :3 Thank you! }

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{ you got it, welcome aboard! c:

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ѕσмєтιмєѕ ιт'ѕ вєттєя тσ вє αℓσηє

вℓαєz { Tнє ℓσуαℓ σηє } - 4 - Beta Brute - вяυtє - Caissa -

I'm bleeding out
So if the last thing that I do
Is bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes and I take it in
I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you
For you

When the day has come
That I've lost my way around
And the seasons stop
And hide beneath the ground
When the sky turns grey
And everything is screaming
I will reach inside
Just to fi nd my heart is beating
Oh you tell me to hold on
Oh you tell me to hold on
But innocence is gone
And what was right is wrong

Cause I'm bleeding out
So if the last thing that I do
Is bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes and I take it in
I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you
For you

I t ' s W h o I A m

Blaez.When you hear the name, you think; Who in the world would name a pup Blaez? Why would you even want to consider such a weird, abnormal name. Well my mother did, and she was a amazing fae. It's a shame you will never get to meet such a kind hearted angel. Anyway, my name comes from my mothers father. His name was Blaez, as was his father. The name was passed on along generations, and it ended up coming to me. Now I walk these terrains, these woods, bearing a bold and unique name in which I am proud of, and I see no reason not to be. When you hear my name, you instantly think of Blaze, a similar word to it. I've been called Blaze before, and franctly I dispise it. My name is Blaez, not Blaze. So please, do not call me by a false name, or any name but my own; It tends to tick me off.
Now your probably wondering my age? Now that's a tricky question for me, well more of a shy one to be honest. I don't enjoy speaking of my age, mainly because I feel so old, even though I'm not. Though every time I speak of my age, I seem to feel older. Well to be honest, I am 4 years and counting. Please don't rub in how old I am... It just bugs me!
As for gender, I am very surprised you haven't come up with it yet. Well to save the mystery and questioning, I am a brute. Always have been and always will... That would just be weird, a brute changing into a fae. Imagine that!
Now... You may be wondering where I belong in the pack I call home, and you have a right to know. I am proud to serve my clan, and I plan to till the day I die. Hopefully that day won't come very soon... No wolf wants to die. At least non that I know of. Anyway, back on topic. I am a proud fighter, and I will always put my pack first.


L o o k I n T h e M i r r o r T h i s I s W h a t Y o u S e e

My looks are very simple to be honest. I'm not some crazy coloured wolf with many different shades of grey, brown and black. I'm all one colour, at least similar to that I believe. My base pelt colour is a solid, redish brown. In other words its russet. Now you may be thinking... There aren't many russet wolves alive, and you are correct. Russet it a rare colour among wolves, at least from what I've seen! And I have been around many parts of these woods... Now as we move up we reach my eyes. My eyes tend to stand out against my russet coloured pelt, due to the brightness and opposing colours. My eyes are a shade of aqua blue, but if that's too challenging for you to remember just call them blue. That's all I call them. But it's not like I talk about my eyes often... If ever. As for my body its rather large being the average size for a brute my age. My body is built for both speed and battle. I am quick and speedy when needed, but at the same time I can hold my ground against the larger brutes. I build my muscle up, and you can tell when I hunt, battle or just stretch and walk. Some Fae's woo over them... I personaly think their no big deal.

Looking out from underneath,
Fractured moonlight on the sea
Reflections still look the same to me,
As before I went under.

And it's peaceful in the deep,
Cause either way you cannot breathe,
No need to pray, no need to speak
Now I am under, Oh.

And it's breaking over me,
A thousand miles down to the sea bed,
Found the place to rest my head.

Never let me go, never let me go.
Never let me go, never let me go.

And the arms of the ocean are carrying me,
And all this devotion was rushing over (out of) me,
And the crashes are heaven, for a sinner like me,
But the arms of the ocean deliver me.

Though the pressure's hard to take,
It's the only way I can escape,
It seems a heavy choice to make,
But now I am under, Oh.

And it's breaking over me,
A thousand miles down to the sea bed,
Found the place to rest my head.

And it's over,
And I'm going under,
But I'm not giving up!
I'm just giving in.

Oh, slipping underneath.
Oh, so cold, but so sweet.

In the arms of the ocean, so sweet and so cold,
And all this devotion I never knew at all,
And the crashes are Heaven, for a sinner released,
Then (And) the arms of the ocean, deliver me.

Never let me go, never let me go.
Never let me go, never let me go.

Deliver me.

Never let me go, never let me go.
Never let me go, never let me go.

Deliver me.

Never let me go, never let me go.
Never let me go, never let me go.

Never let me go, never let me go.
Never let me go, never let me go.

And it's over,
And I'm goin' under,
But I'm not givin' up!
I'm just givin' in.

Oh, slipping underneath.
Oh, so cold, but so sweet

N o b o d y L i k e s A S o u r K i l l
When you think of a brute most tend to think of; Strong, Brave, Daring. Those are the basics for a brute. But some people think of a brute to be; Cruel, Angry, Stone-hearted. Well I am both in a way. The usual me, the one all wolves see is kind, sweet-hearted, brave, daring; Those kinds of characteristics. Almost all the time I am like that. But when you anger me, oh boy when you anger me theres no turning back from the hell you just put yourself in. I am like a raging badger, fox, hunter. The fiercest thing you can image. I hate being angry, but sometimes I can't help it. If you mock my name, my family. Anything I care about will trigger me, and trust me. You do not want to trigger my bad side. However, above all traits I uphold theirs one that shines the brightest. Loyalty.
I am the loyalist wolf you will ever meet, and I don't mean to sound cocky, or arrogant, but it's true. No wolf has the loyalty level that I do. My pack, my Pack mates, family loved one you name it. They all come first before myself. I will do everything in my power to save, protect, feed them. They are my life, my one reason for living. When my mother passed, I didn't know what to do with myself. I sobbed for many moons over her. That just shows how loyal and caring I can be. If it means throwing myself off a cliff to save you, I would do it in a heart beat.
Now we move onto the more romantic side of me... Wait did I just say that outloud? The romantic side of me? Oh gosh. Lets just say this, I am not what you would call a "charmer". I am a complete and utter fox-brain when it comes to love, let alone faes. I can't talk to them if their flirty, or if I have an interest in them. Unless they already have a mate, I have the hardest time talking to them. It's a curse I have to live with... Horrible is it not?


E v e r y W o l f H a s T h e i r S t o r y
My history is a weak patch for me. I detest speaking of where I come from, or where I have been I prefer to look forward in life with a positive attitude. But seeing as we have come this far... I mind as well begin.

It was a dry, blazing summer night. The stars were at their fullest and a small fire was brewing in the lower most part of the pack. A weeping fae lay sprawled on the ground, ready to give birth. What horrible timing! A brute stumbled up to his mate, nuzzling her side in attempt to calm the fae. She was whinning from both fear and pain. Fear of the fire that lingered near, and pain from the pup who begged to be born. The brute was burned badly, but stayed with his mate till the end, even until he took his last breath. Finally, a small little pup was born to a beautiful mother, but unfortunatly a now mateless one. The mother scooped the pup up, just managing to escape the fire by the fur on her tail. The fae was my mother, and I was the pup.

I grew up a healthy pup, playing and hunting with my mother. Her name was Midnight and she was my hero, my idol, my everything. She was a pure black fae with the bluest eyes one could ever see. We lived by a large pond, and I would play in it almost everyday. It was my favourite activity to do as a pup! Not much action went on in my early years, so we shall skip to the good stuff now shall we?

I was almost a year old, and I still lived with my mother. Of course I couldn't leave her, she was getting alot older not to mention her health was slowly decreasing... But one day I entered the cave caring her favourite meal; A rabbit freshly caught by the pond. As I walked in the den, my mother's chest heaved slowly, and it continued to slow.

"Mother?" The brute whimpered, approaching the elderly female with worry. There was no reply, just the heavy heaving of her chest. "Mother? Are you alright?" The brute repeated, now at the fae's side. "Mother? Mother!?" He was whimpering now. The black fae's eyes were closed and she had no intent on opening them. The brute's heart was racing now, and his head continously nuzzled his mother's side. "Blaez..." She coughed lightly, allowing her gently blue eyes to open. They were full of pain and weakness, but most of all.... Death. "Mother I'm here..." He whimpered, now nuzzling his mother's neck. "You are perfect. Don't let anyone tell you different." The fae managed to cough out again, her breaths heavy with pain. "No Mother! Stay with me!" The brute cried, whimpering madly into her pelt. "I love you... Blaez." The female took her last breaths as she spoke her pups name. All hell then broke loose for the brute. He howled non-stop, tore, attacked killed everything in his sight. He was full of pain, full of hatrid. Full of sadness.
From that day I mourned for my mother. I left the den, left the territory. I wanted nothing to do with the area I grew up in... it hurt to much. That's when I stumbled across the pack... And decided to stay.

{ Female is to come ^^ }

[fawn,]

{ excellent, let me add him to the front and we can start after your fae is up c:

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{ bump! c:

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(Reserve me delta male in the Caissa pack and Lead Female Healer in the Machiede Pack please^^)

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{ you got it!:3

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(Just a quick question, 'forbiddon love', between the different packs, is acceptable as long as they are not caught??)

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{ that is correct c: