{{ H u n t. H o w l. L i v e. }}

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~Phoebe - Caretaker Assistant - 3 Years - Fae~
~With:Foelen- Doing:Drinking- Feeling:Nervous~
The soft spoken fae was slightly tense, as always. Due to her small, lean stature, she was an easy target for some large predators. Her ears were pricked up, swiveling around every few seconds, listening for the sounds of any approaching creatures. Her muscles were so coiled, ready to spring away if need be, that they shivered lightly. However, she allowed her light eyes to close for a moment, as she dipped her petite muzzle into the water, sighing softly in content as the cool water slid down her dry throat. Unfortunately, it was that very moment, just as she let her guard down, that the scent of a large, masculine wolf overcame her nose and she, being still new to the pack and as jumpy as she was at that moment, did not recognize the scent. So, she flattened herself to the ground in a submissive, unthreatful pose, hoping that the male, as he came into view, was not some rogue that would attack.

[Probably A Lion]

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Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ；; Female
Ｒａｎｋ；; Beta
Ｃｒｕｓｈ；; None
Ｗｈｅｒｅ；; Camp
Ｗｉｔｈ；; Chief

Tempest held the howl for a long moment before finally dropping her muzzle, giving a heavy breath. The early morning air had cleared her senses and her thoughts and suddenly she felt...awake. With a deep breath she smelt a smell that was unfamiliar, but not foreign. She followed the smell carefully, quietly, but not stalking it as she had smelt it before at least once. The small fae came from behind the tree as she saw a wolf she had not seen more than once at a rank meeting....Chafe? Chif? Chief. That was it. He had become a fighter for the pack, and after seeing how he left he definitely didn't seem happy. She stood quietly, silently watching the wolf with curious eyes, about to step forward and say hello when she stepped on a cracked branch that only snapped more. He had just seemed to calm down after what seemed like a little tantrum and she backed away quickly, only seeming to make more noise as she scrambled.

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Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ；; Male
Ｒａｎｋ；; Warrior
Ｃｒｕｓｈ；; None
Ｗｈｅｒｅ；; Creek
Ｗｉｔｈ；; Phoebe

As he rounded the corner of the bank and saw the small wolf in such a stance he stood in utter confusion. Slowly he perked up his ears and tail only a smidge and walked forward closer, eyeing the fae. “I truly hope you’re not doing all that because of me. You have no reason to fear me.” He spoke with a soft voice, not wanting to scare the fae any more than she already was. It was the same voice he used to speak when his sister and he were younger and she was worried or scared. He sat down and tilted his head at the wolf, watching her with a curious look. He had been at the meeting when she was ranked, as was all of the pack members, but never truly spoke to the fae. He always tried to be polite to new wolves and meet the new pack members, but since the pack was still adding members what seemed like everyday his efforts nearly completely vanished.

[Huntress13]

Name:
Danvers
Rank:
Not assigned yet
Age:
5 Years
Status: Single & Unmated

"You are only as strong as you think you are"

Personality Danvers is a strong dominant wolf, one not to be reckoned with. His dark and dangerous personality emitts a lethal aura around him that makes everyone instantly wary of him. Despite the impression that he could so easily turn on you, lunging and snapping a wolf's neck without a moments notice, he actually has some incredible self control. Danvers still holds a fair share of black anger due to his history, aswell as nursing a hatred for weakness, including love. He has a talent for teaching, swiftly identifying a wolf's weakness and turning it into one of their strengths. His relationship with his sister is strange as such, keeping her at a distance where she is very much just a mere pack member to him, yet occasionally he is a true brother to him. Danvers isn't always bad though, he is incredibly gentle around the pups, surprisingly enjoying playing with the younger ones.

Rank: Not assigned yet
Rank Wanted: Fighter of some sort, preferably a lead position

Crush: No fae of yet
Mate: None
Cubs: None
Sibing: Alessia

Strengths: Body Mass, Strategy, Identifying weakness, Teaching
Weakness: Toleratance, having fun, feeling relaxed

Name:
Alessia
Rank:
Not assigned yet
Age:
5 years
Status:
Single & Unmated

If you want to live a fairytale, write it

Personality Alessia can grown to be an opposite compared to her brother, Danvers. Other can can easily become fiery and aggressive, she appears as a very gentle and maternal character. She loves protecting her packmates and will do pretty much anything for them, providing the wolf is in her good books as such. Alessia pretty much adopts anyone whether older or just a scrap of a pup being a very caring and loving wolf. She would love to have her own mate and pups but right now she's content to be a hunter or something of value to the pack untill the right brute comes along.

Rank: Not yet assigned
Rank Wanted: Lead Caretaker

Crush: No brute yet
Mate: None
Cubs: None
Sibling: Danvers

The Sibling's history In the shadows of one moonless night, events were unfolding that would be the ruin the lives of not only one, but two, strong and proud packs. October 13th, night of the dark moon saw to the death of Regina, a beautiful fae, outcast of Eirileen Pack. She was outcast for falling in love with an Alpha Brute named Markus, and he in turn loved her. That night, the fae lay dying in labour as she delievered two small, mewling cubs. As Regina took her last breath, the cubs took their first, only to be named by their farther later.
The birth of Danvers & Alessia saw to the feud of Eirileen and Yennick, both had rights to the newborn cubs and neither refused to give it up without a fight. With both packs dying out, due to some virus spreading through the youngest and pregnant females, many disputes were caused between the two, some poor wolves were even injured, or killed. Once the cubs grew strong enough to survive the journey, Markus, their father fled, runing beside his son and daughter. The wolves ran for miles, Markus hunting only enough to sustain Danvers and Alessia, raising his cubs to become a 'real' wolves, fighting without mercy, growing a cold heart inside them.
After running for so long, and so hard, Markus was growing old, and weary, weakening steadily everyday in unknown territory where little grew or survive. With the first day of Winter, Markus's body lay cold, liveless on the ground, and the cubs, now just 8 months old, lay under the thick fur of their father, sobbing softly. An elder fae had been walking nearby, discovered the dead wolf's body lying there with the cubs beside it. She took them in for herself to the pack where they became intergrated members. Each was raised as one of the pack, growing to be strong and talented, whilst Alessia was warm hearted, gentle and loving, Danvers was strong, dark and unpredictable.

(P.S Sorry about the strange history, I just edited the history and character of Danvers to add in Alessia XD)

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~Phoebe - Caretaker Assistant - 3 Years - Fae~
~With:Foalan- Doing:Standing- Feeling:Nervous~
The soft spoken fae kept her bright blue eyes, quite unique and beautiful for a wolf of her species/type, locked upon the ground right infront of her paws as she heard the male approach, pinning her ears flat against her skull nervously as she heard him begin to speak. However, at the tone of his voice, so calm and soothing, as well as the actual words he spoke, the small fae glanced up at him, seeing him completely relaxed but looking a bit worried for her. Slowly, she stood up, shaking a little bit of dirt out of her pelt from laying down, her eyes scanning him quickly, nervously; every muscle under her skin was tense, just in case. "I apologize sir, I was not sure if you were a rogue or part of my pack. I am new, so I don't really know everyone yet. But I am not at all a good fighter, and knew that that is what would be led to if I ran, so I took my chances in staying." The little fae was trying to explain herself, but felt she sounded lame and stupid, no matter how hard she tried, she was even stumbling on her words.

[jaevibes]

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Name:
"Jai,yup short and sweet."

Age:
"Three and a quarter."

Gender:
"Male.Do I look like a female to you?"

Rank:
Jai is a scout.

Personality:
Jai is a sweet and helpful wolf though he gets kind of proud sometimes when he's around females.He isn't the shy type,he's more open and will never tell lies.He is over-active,never being able to sit around and laze all long.He is always over-protective and he's got your back almost all the time.He is really muscular and strong and quite handsome too.Jai is a cheeky male too and once got into deep trouble when he played a joke which caused the neighbouring pack to come snarling at him when he was a pup,please don't even ask him he'll go red!

History:
Jai led a normal life,really.Though his dad died from being shot by a hunter.He was only left with his mother and had a temporary sister named Rina.After Rina left the pack to turn over a new leaf,he hadn't followed her as he wanted more time to think even though he was supposed to be older than her and should have left the pack already.He now has left the pack and is searching for Rina.He wishes to join her and be a fighter like he has always wanted but he stumbled onto this pack instead and found a new leaf.

Family:
Jai had parents but they have deceased.He had no siblings except Rina who was his temporary sister.

Crush:
Nope

Mate:
Wants

Pups/Cubs:
None

Other:
this was my way old form.thus the plain text ><

Username:
SecretParadise

{

Just living is not enough,
One must have,
sunshine;
freedom &
a little flower
>>Hans Christian Andersen

Hello! I believe you've come to know more about me? Interesting. Anyways,we'll start with my name.
The girl's name is Robin. She got it after her mother's favorite bird, not in the sense of prey but its sweet music. Her father had agreed gladly, thinking it did fit her.
{"What? How rude! I'm a female or some might call, fae."
Robin is a full fledged female. I believe you would surely know by her feminine structure. She is a female I assure you. She does have a scent of a female's and you can tell by her voice.
{"I'm 3 years old, not too old! I believe I don't look old."
Robin is 3 years old and she's pretty much young. She would have wished she didn't have to grow older.
{"Why I'm a fighter"
Robin is fine with her rank and very proud of it. She does wish to try and get a higher rank as she does have high goals for herself.
{"I'm a member of [?] pack."
Robin loves her pack dearly and is fiercely loyal. One wrong move to disrupt her pack,she'll personally murder that wolf.
{"I guess I can list the traits. I find myself,warm-hearted,sweet,bubbly though I am poised,stern and firm too. I can be protective,daring and bold."
Robin is firstly warm-hearted. She is always willing to help and though she does have her thoughts, she tries to help the best she can. She is also sweet and bubbly, always one to be having a conversation with another. She is active and bouncy,never being able to sit in one spot for long. The she-wolf does have another side of her. She is very serious when it comes to her duties and you will notice a different side of her. She will be poised and stern in carrying out orders. Also,firm. She will greet you with outmost respect if you are of a higher rank or one who has much more experience then her and a senior. She can be daring; to the point where her life is at risked. When there's a someone who she loves dearly, she can be protective and at times be over-protective. She has a loyal heart and has reasonable goals for herself. She can push herself at times and is always willing to do anything and everything if it means good. She does have a hard time trusting and is very hard to get if she were to fall in love.
{"It's real personal but fine."
Robin was born during a cold winter night. What was scary was that both mother and pup would not be able to survive through the winter. Her mother was starting to get sick but hope was by her side as she stared at a Robin. Amazed by how it was singing during the cold winter. Her mother lifted her muzzle slowly, her eyes full of despair and tiredness. Her father was worried that his mate was too weak and that he would be losing his mate. "Robin.."the queen wolf rasped as she took in her final breath, living the world after.
Robin was given to another queen wolf to be cared, her father heartbroken. She grew up knowing her father but she also knew her mother wasn't alive anymore. She had always had a close relationship with robins and surprisingly, she hated the taste of them and decided she would never eat them ever. She would chase them and once made a close friend with one.
She grew with a weak relationship with her father. Him not willing to care for her anymore. She grew to be independent, not needing her father to be by her side. As she trained alongside other pups and soon reaching the rank as Fighter, she decided to leave.
Gossip rose that her father had abandoned her for another wolf when he left the pack. Many said he wasn't even truthful to his old mate who passed during the winter. That made Robin mad,her father had left for another she-wolf?!
Robin left her pack for good and joined another.
And that; is her story.

{"Appearance?..I can explain."
Robin is well-built yet has a lean build like any other female.She has many colors to her pelt. She has a creamy white shade from the side of her muzzle, cheeks, chin, chest, in her ears and underbelly. She has a reddish shade on the top of her muzzle, at her neck and on her ears. There is also a sandy brown filling in some places near her face and neck. Black covers the rest of the areas. She has a black nose and a tail which has white at the tip. She is slightly larger then a typical she-wolf but is not as lean as many. She does have scars littering around her body. Her eyes are a light gray, nearly white and looks glassy.
{"Oh..Uh..No.No mate too!"
Robin is hard to fall in love as she fears getting betrayed. She may have a slight liking for a brute but tries to never fall hard in love. Well,no crush means no mate and no mate means no pups.
{"Well,nice to meet you.Bye!"
none.seems interesting though :D

[Probably A Lion]

{Accepted }

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~Phoebe - Caretaker Assistant - 3 Years - Fae~
~With:Foalan- Doing:Standing- Feeling:Nervous~
The soft spoken fae kept her bright blue eyes, quite unique and beautiful for a wolf of her species/type, locked upon the ground right infront of her paws as she heard the male approach, pinning her ears flat against her skull nervously as she heard him begin to speak. However, at the tone of his voice, so calm and soothing, as well as the actual words he spoke, the small fae glanced up at him, seeing him completely relaxed but looking a bit worried for her. Slowly, she stood up, shaking a little bit of dirt out of her pelt from laying down, her eyes scanning him quickly, nervously; every muscle under her skin was tense, just in case. "I apologize sir, I was not sure if you were a rogue or part of my pack. I am new, so I don't really know everyone yet. But I am not at all a good fighter, and knew that that is what would be led to if I ran, so I took my chances in staying." The little fae was trying to explain herself, but felt she sounded lame and stupid, no matter how hard she tried, she was even stumbling on her words.

[Probably A Lion]

Ⓣⓔⓜⓟⓔⓢⓣ

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ；; Female
Ｒａｎｋ；; Beta
Ｃｒｕｓｈ；; None
Ｗｈｅｒｅ；; Camp
Ｗｉｔｈ；; Noone

Tempest mumbled something as she walked away from her brother, most likely not the kindest words she could think of at the moment. The small fae looked around for a moment before bounding over a fallen log and hitting the soft dirt under a patch of dark trees, once again shaking out her fur from dirt and other scenery before leaning back on her hunches and stretching. It was a quiet morning, and she flicked her tail through wet moss and grass as she walked from the morning dew. Though the moss nor grass was very high, the longer flicks of hair on her stomach hit the moistness and she carried it along with her. She needed something to happen, wanted something to happen. She had been in this pack for what seemed to be forever and nothing interesting had happened within the last moon. As she got to the center of a smaller clearing, a little ways away from the main camp she sat down and lifted her snout to the morning sky and giving a soft howl. It was not to alert anyone, nor was it a hunt call or a attendance call. It was just a soft howl to let the dew and sun know she was there. Funny thing...old habits die hard she guessed.

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Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ；; Male
Ｒａｎｋ；; Sentinel
Ｃｒｕｓｈ；; None
Ｗｈｅｒｅ；; Creek
Ｗｉｔｈ；; Phoebe

[Huntress13]

(Can I just check whose open before I post anything?)

[cygnenoire.]

(Can I just check whose open before I post anything?)

both of my wolves are open c; [elizabethene / joseph]