∞❄I N F I N I T Y❄∞ | Semi-literate | WOLF RP | {Closed}

[Sonder.]

• - - The RP is now open for posting C: Go ahead and make your starting posts everyone. I will shortly.

[Sk8terGal98]

m e l o d y • l y n n • m a r i e

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ғeмαle -- тнree yeαrѕ old -- ɴo crυѕн

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"The wolf never lost
any sleep over the
opinion of the sheep."

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The sleeping ebony colored fae laid quiet under the shelter of a large tree that slowly was loosing its beautifully colored leaves. With a soft flick of the slender faes tail her amber eyes slowly fluttered open and once again she found herself alone, other lone wolves would find their loneliness as a burden they carried with them but she foud comfort in being alone. Slowly opening her black muzzel she yawned quietly and looked around her surroundings as she swiftly got to her feet, she knew there were other loners that roamed the land like herself but that didnt mean she wanted to find them, she was fine with the fact she would live alone the rest of her life.

[Chesapeake]

∞ ∞ ∞
Asher
→Ash

well last night I couldn't sleep
I got up and started walking
down to the end of my street
and on into town
well I had no one to meet
and I had no taste for talking
seems I'm talking my whole life
it's time I listen now

well I walk past the late night boys
with their bottles in the doorways
and I walk past the businessmen
sleeping like babies in their cars
and I thought to myself oh son
you may be lost in more ways than one
but I've a feeling that it's more fun
than knowing exactly where you are

like a stone
carried on the river
like a boat
sailing on the sea
well I'll keep on walking
oh I'll keep on walking
till I find that old love
or that old love comes to find me

well I walked into the morning and
felt the warm sunlight forming on my shoulders
'cos it hit me with no warning
like a summer sky storming in my lungs
ain't it funny how the kids walk by they'll
do anything to make themselves look older
while the women spend their money on
anything that makes them look young

like a stone
carried on the river
like a boat
sailing on the sea
oh I'll keep on walking
well I'll keep on walking
till I find that old love
or that old love comes to find me

well I'm a stone
and I'm carried on the river
like a boat
sailing on the sea
oh well I'll keep on walking
well I said I'll keep on walking
till I find that old love
or that old love comes to find me
till I find that old love
or that old love comes to find me

єνєяутнιηg gєηєяαℓ

Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ:
Chesapeake
→Call me Chess.
Nᴀᴍᴇ:
Asher; Son of Rosvæl the Bane of Catequilen
→Though he doesn't use his full name to introduce himself ever, Ash was declared to have this name at the time of his birth- wolves in his birth pack didn't gain a title ("the ___") until they'd done something to deserve it. He keeps the "Son of ___" until he gains that title, if that happens. Though Asher means 'happy' or 'joyful', Ash rarely shows his emotions, so he feels that doesn't really embody the name given to him. Most of the time, he wonders why he wasn't simply given his nickname as a name. Barely anyone knows that his real name has the suffix on the end, he prefers to simply give the name Asher or the nickname Ash, if he speaks at all.
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ:
Ash
→Sometimes Ash believes that he was mostly named for his nickname, since his pelt at birth was described to have reminded his father of piles of ash. But he feels that his nickname fits him better than his name does, and he's been told more than once that the expression "silent as falling ash" describes him perfectly.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:
Brute
→An explanation of male anatomy is not needed, hopefully.
Aɢᴇ:
Four
→Ash left home at the age of two, and was travelling for a long time before joining the ∞ pack. He doesn't know the exact length of time, but it was more than three seasons ago that he joined.
Pᴀᴄᴋ:
Infinity
→∞
Pᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ:
Hunter
→He has no desire to further himself in the pack's hierarchy. He is content at the position he is in.

ωнαт уσυ ѕєє

Fᴜʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
Gray.
→Ash's fur color, quite predictably, is a gray color, somewhere between the colors of rock and shadow. His undercoat is dirty white, while the overcoat is a darker gray. When viewed together like they are, his fur appears a darkish gray color.
Eʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
Blue
→Ash's eyes are a pale blue color, which seem to frost when he is expressing distaste with something. He doesn't show anything in his eyes often, for he seems to always have a veil over them, keeping his emotion in. His eyes are the blackout-shade covered windows to his soul.
Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs:
Only scars.
→Ash's only visible markings are scars, and the four on his left flank are covered in fur, not visible unless one looks for them. He has one scar on his face which starts just under his left eye, crosses the bridge of his muzzle, then down the right side of his face. The other visible scar is on his right hind leg and jaggedly runs down his hock to his paw.
Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ:
Tall. Thin. Fast.
→Ash has long legs that allow him to move quite fast over the ground, and he is lean instead of buff- he has great speed and is able to move quickly and quietly over the ground. His endurance is as good as he can train for, and he knows that without working for it, he won't keep it. Despite his lack of apparent strength, he is stronger than he looks, from dragging his kills around and - a long time ago - giving piggyback rides to his best friend and packmate. His muzzle is average length, proportional to his face, and his paws are wide, but not too big.

ωєℓ¢σмє тσ му ѕιℓℓу ℓιƒє

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Quiet.
→The first thing that others notice once they've hung around Ash for a bit is the fact that he tends not to talk unless he has to. It isn't that he's unfriendly, he's just gotten into the habit of not speaking, and he prefers to be silent over being loud. He is serious, interested in security and peaceful living. While sometimes he gets distracted, he is usually extremely thorough, responsible, and dependable with well-developed powers of concentration. Usually interested in supporting and promoting traditions and establishments. Well-organized and hard working, he works steadily towards goals. Once his mind is set to do something, he tends to get it done, whatever it is. While he seems detached from most things, keeping a façade up is one thing he can do really well. His discipline is impeccable, but if he is given an order and he knows a better way to do something, he uses common sense to get the job done- instead of mindlessly doing a task the same way every time. He is interested in understanding how things work, focusing on efficient operation and structure. But contrary to his seemingly detached and silent nature, Ash is often capable of humorously insightful observations about the world around him. Ash abhors waste (be it in time, effort, or resources) but is highly adaptable, making him open to new information and approaches. He enjoys exploring new things, and can become bored with repetitiveness and routine. He is also a closet daredevil, but he tends to resist these urges- or thinks he does. Ash is also very prideful, and an insult towards anything that he holds dear will garner a swift reaction.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ/Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

There really isn't much to tell...
→Ash was born into a peaceful pack with plenty of land. At the time of his birth, his father declared his name- as per usual in the customs of his pack. This pack had unusual customs for that part of the world, for his father had grown up far away and joined the pack after he decided that his old pack was cruel. His father swiftly moved up from a mere hunter and fell in love with the pack's alphaess, Hachi. They were soon mates, and Ash was born along with his three sisters; Aiyana, Kita, and Cherish. His best friend, River, was born a short time after him. She was blind, and much of Ash's time was spent with her. When she was able to function almost completely on her own, Ash decided to leave her in the company of her other best friend, Issac, in search of what he had always deemed to be missing from his life. He didn't know what it was, just that something was missing.
The others in the pack didn't know about this of course, since he had always kept up a façade up around him- just like his father had. So, when he announced that he would be leaving in the spring, most of his packmates had reacted with shock. Everyone... except his father. Instead of pretending that his son wouldn't be leaving in the spring and trying to convince him not to, the older wolf taught the younger many tricks and tips to surviving as a loner. When the spring came, everyone began to accept that he was leaving, and they said their goodbyes. As he left, he was pretty sure almost the entire pack followed him to the edge of their territory- after he'd picked a direction to go of course- and some even a bit further than their marked edge.
On his travels, he joined three different packs. Each time, he would find something he didn't like about the pack and move on. The first one was a small pack in the mountains, about a two-week slow paced journey from his old home. The mountains had been visible from his old pack's forest, if a clearing was found to look past the treetops. This comforted Ash, as he felt connected with his family. The pack itself was nice enough, if a bit bland. Humans were rare, as with in the forest, and prey was abundant. Rabbits, especially. But Ash was young, quick, and quiet- he quickly gained favor with the old alphaess who was less quick and getting on in age. After about a month, Ash was bored. He needed some excitement. He and the pack parted ways on good terms, and Ash traveled for a bit before finding a new pack. This one was much farther away from his birth pack or his second pack. It was an average pack, with many young spirited wolves. He lived for a while this way, with the high-strung adolescents, before the pack broke up of its own accord. He lived on his own for awhile, before wandering into an area populated by people. He'd been shot at before, and he'd been taught the dangers of humans by many. He knew to run when chased, and he had unluckily stumbled upon a camp of humans who were hunting wolves. After being chased and tracked, he found himself faced with a pack who forced him to join upon stepping into their territory. He was injured, exhausted, and glad for any company at the time, but he soon wished to leave. The wolves were cruel to every low-ranking member, and anyone who showed weakness was put in their place. Ash fought for the right to leave many times- only the strong were allowed to leave, so one must fight a high ranking warrior and win. Each time he was accosted on the way out of the territory by a group of wolves and given a long, deep scratch on his side as punishment. The fourth time, he had made it out, but was hunted down for two weeks until he was dragged back. Finally, he got angry enough in the face of an injustice done by one of the betas to a low-ranking member that he simply snapped and began to fight his way through the wolves he'd seen do injustices, using every move he'd ever been taught. When he and the group of lower ranking wolves who had come to help him finally removed the cruel alpha's life, they'd gone their separate ways. It was a long time before he joined a pack again. He joined this pack without much fuss. With exception to his birth pack, he has stayed with infinity longer than any other pack.

уσυ αη∂ мє

Cʀᴜsʜ:

None
→Ash doesn't have a crush.
Mᴀᴛᴇ:
None
→None

∞ ∞ ∞

[dodobird959]

[Are Ratti and Scar accepted?]

[Sonder.]

Yes C: Sorry. I was out. I'll be replying in a few minutes. Accepted, Dodo ;D What are their ranks again?

[~stories untold.]

Phantom lifted his head and peeked out from the den, letting out a quick yawn. He sighed looking up atthe sun beamed through the trees. Careful not to wake the others, he got up trying not to disturb the others; some of them were still sleeping, and he went in search of the alpha."Alpha?" he whispered quietly, searching for Saxon.

[dodobird959]

[Ratchie's a Hunter, and Scarlette's a Loner. c;]





Ratchie lifted his head off the dirt-ground of his den, blinking to let his eyes adjust to the sunlight, seeping through the clouds. He grunted as he stretched, lifting himself up to his forepaws, then hind. He stood his ground and shook out his fur, letting loose dirt and leaves to fall down, as well as to relieve tension. His pink togue flashed out as his jaws parted, and he licked his lips with a yawn. A thickly fuzzy ear flicked as the other swiveled around, turning to the side before facing forward again, shortly after to be joined by the other. With his ears perked and fur ruffled, the darkly-coloured brute slipped out of his den with ease, letting the sun meet his coat. His licked his nose to keep it wet, as his paws swiftly carried him into camp.





Scarlette fiery eyes flickered from one side of the forest to another, her ears alert as a line of fur running down her back bristled. Her eyes stood out against her white-ish coat, she stood before ducking her head low to her shoulders to trot forward, outside pack territory she made her way through the forest she knew well of. Her ears swiveled around, her eyes scanned the scene as her nose twitched, all senses searching for food, more aimed at birds. They were spread out through the leaves, perching on branches as they twittered to greet the morning with open wings. Of course, like any wolf, Scar couldn't climb, but she didn't let this get in the way of an easy catch. Deeper into a thicket, small birds chirped in the bushes. Few hopped about the ground, picking up dropped seeds as such. Sure, it was barely a mouthful, but a Loner like her needed to take advantage of whatever opportunity came her way. Deer was like an impossible dream, but of course there was always that chance. But, she'd still have to get it herself, and without anyone else to steer a deer her way in a strategy or cut it off and not let it escape out of her grasp, it was much harder to do. Scarlette crouched, and fell still. She inched forward, sliding her paws carefully to avoid twigs that could easily snap, and leaves that could rustle. She inched forward, closer, closer. It was extremely hard to catch birds that could fly away, plus it was hard not to be noticed, they were all on lookout as they fed. In a blur she sprang forward, her paws stretched out, in the air the birds spread their wings and pushed off the ground. She tumbled down, grasping as dust faded the scene, she rolled until she came to a stop. The dust and dry dirt settled, and Scarlette held two small birds. They held browns, whites and blacks over their feathers. One was hidden in her jaws, the other clamped in her forepaws.
Her heart beat calmed to it's regular pace after the thrill and she enjoyed her snack of not one, but two feathery creatures. Thin bones snapped as she sunk her teeth into the flesh of one.

[Sonder.]

P A R A D O X
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Vixen {Female} | 3½ years of age
activity;; walking; avoiding | with;; no one | feeling;; evasive

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Even if you let
go of your past,
there's always
s o m e t h i n g
you hold onto.

I stepped out of the omega's den, seething from the uncomfortable sleep. I promised myself I wouldn't be a grouch today, I thought internally with a brittle sigh, eyes watching the floor as I tread on. My feet were light and soundless for good reason; if I woke Saxon, I'd already make two wolves in a bad mood. But a brute did that for me. 'Alpha?' I heard him whisper near to his den. I kicked it into high gear and swerved to a completely different direction, flattening my ears and I jogged.

S A X O N
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Brute {Male} | 5 years of age
activity;; talking | with;; no one | feeling;; tired

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I heard my title called behind me, my ear flicking and pivoting towards the voice before the rest of me did. I had woken up just moments ago, the grogginess in my voice still easily recognizable. "What is it." I muttered tiredly, stepping over the mouth of the den until I felt dirt beneath my broad paws. I watched Phantom with the unnerving stare of an alpha, tail skyward with the highest authority. Even though I was tired, it didn't mean I wouldn't display my position. It was quite early. What did he have to say?

[hypnotic.]

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Being a loner all her life, Alyxandra has never stayed in one place for to long so it was nothing new when she walked onto this new territory. She could already smell the nearby wolves and wasn't surprised that a pack had settled here, it seemed like some good territory by her first impression. She was tired from walking all night, but she had to keep moving. She had smelt and saw tracks of predator's and she couldn't risk it. The ivory fae raised her nose high into the sky, trying to track any type of smell of prey. Since she wasn't familiar with this territory she was currently in. Alyxandra wasn't exactly sure if she would stay in this territory for very long, she was considering to just get some dinner and go. It all mattered by the type of wolves that occupied this territory. She lowered her head since she had caught the scent of a rabbit. “Well time for some breakfast.” she muttered, before heading in the direction of the rabbits scent.

[Sonder.]

P A R A D O X
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Vixen {Female} | 3½ years of age
activity;; escaping | with;; Alyxandra | feeling;; evasive

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Even if you let
go of your past,
there's always
s o m e t h i n g
you hold onto.

Saxon's voice boomed in my ears even though the distance between us was wide. I got to my feet, exiting Infinity's camp, the feeling of dread too much to withstand. He was the only wolf I ever felt fear from. I don't still, but I'm sure I would if we fought again. I felt that an early morning scavenge would do me well. A breeze low to the ground brushed by my legs, giving me a chill and causing my fur to bristle. I shook my pelt off, a twig and two small leaves flying off in effect. I sniffed the air, picking up the scent of a pheasant. I wanted to drool at the thought, but was too thirsty to even think of that. The pheasant scent was stale.. Get water first. I decided without another pervading idea, rushing towards the nearest brook with a swift speed. But a foreign scent wafted into my path, the very thought of a loner on the territory angering me already. "Not exactly a wise idea." I muttered inaudibly, speaking for the both of us as I began to track this.. Strangers aroma. I ducked behind a bush at the sound of nearing footsteps, prepping myself for a confrontation.