A Family of Strangers - Semi Lit Invite Only Wolf Role Play

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Your pack is supposed to be your family. But what happens when you are taken from your family to build a new one with complete strangers....

Humans have collected 8 wolves from around the world and have relocated them in a forest that hasn't been home to wolves for nearly fifty years thanks to over hunting. Personalities will clash, alliances will be made, rivalries will be formed, and hopefully, in the mix of it all, they can manage to form a pack out of this mess.

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Plot...

The plot I have for this role play is simple. Eight wolves have been collected and dumped together in an area, expected to repopulate and bring wolves back to the region. They each have a unique personality, and they all have very different backgrounds. Early on in the role play two groups will be formed, one lead by The Ambitious, and one by The Strong. Later they will come together out of necessity, the two conflicting leaders becoming mates. Since the plot is so simple the point of this role play is to focus on character development and relationship building between the wolves.

Rules...

1. All of CS rules apply of course. This is invite only, so please no posting unless invited.

2. Make your own forms. Since everyone here is from the semi lit club I don't need a reference for your literacy, so make your forms as detailed or a simple as you like. I don't care if they are pretty either. Forms are not the point of this role play, writing is.

3. This is of course semi lit, so I expect good writing from all of you. I solder have to put a minimum post length since everyone is from the club, I am trusting everyone to uphold their own standards.

4. Don't be afraid to create a plot twist or some drama between characters. If everyone gets along and lives happily ever after right off of the bat, this is not going to be very fun. Remember these wolves have been yanked from their families and are waking up in a strange place with the scent of human all over them. They are not going to be happily hopping along.

5. I shall add more if I feel the need, so look back here every now and then.

Territory...

The place the new wolves will call home is a large valley nestled between two large mountains, capped with snow year round. At the north end of the valley there is a large lake that feeds a small stream that runs through the length of the territory. There is a small meadow near the lake, and two larger ones, one at the south end of the valley and one near the center. The trees are mostly deciduous, though patches of evergreen are common. The winters here can be harsh, with snow on the ground most of the season, but summer is rather mild, the temperature reasonable.
The type of prey that can be found includes rabbit, squirrel, raccoon, opossum, white tail deer, elk, and the rare moose or bison. They also share the valley with black and brown bear, cougar, bobcat, various birds of prey, and snakes.

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Characters...

The Ambitious One
Cato
Male
6 years
Keriae
Page 2

The Strong One
Aurora
Female
5 years
NCC-1701
Page 1

The Funny One
Cain
Male
3 years
Folly + Zmija
Page 1

The Solitary One
Sorka
Female
4 years
Frigglish
Page 1

The Awkward One
Moose
Male
2.5 years
fly away;;
Page 2

The Quiet One

Female

The Gentle One
Denali
Male
6 years
.kestral
Page 2

The Damaged One
Clio
Female
Thorrissia
Page 1

Conditions...

Time of Year: Late Fall


Current Time of Day: Mid-day


Weather: Sunny, cool breeze

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Reserved

[Cuckoo]

Name: Aurora (The Strong One)
Age: 5 years
Gender: Female
Description: She is an average sized wolf for a female, but where she came from she was actually considered rather small. Her fur is white with areas of grey down her back and across her muzzle, like a permanent soot stain. Her paws are large, adapted for life in the snow, and her fur is thick to guard against the elements. Her eyes are a light amber color, and are a reflection of her inner thoughts.
Personality: Strong, reliant, independent, stubborn, protective, accepting, daring, adventurous, hot headed, dependable, slow to trust, emotionally guarded, confident, opinionated, decisive, determined, loyal.
History: Aurora comes from the far northern Canadian tundra, and was born into a very large warlike pack to the alpha pair. Technically the first born of the litter, it should have fallen on her to inherit her parents rank as alpha upon their death. However, she was the smallest of the litter of four and was not expected to survive the first few months of the harsh environment she was born into. Therefore, the inheritance fell to her larger second born brother.
Obviously everyone had been wrong, the small pup survived to grow into a lovely young adult, but that didn't stop her pack from continuing to second guess her all the way into adulthood.
When it came time for her to be trained to become a functioning member of the pack she was deemed to small to be a good hunter or warrior, so she was assigned to train under the packs aging healer. Dissatisfied, she rejected her chosen path and after a week of constant inquiry, she convinced a reluctant old warrior to train her. He became the first in the pack to believe in her, and through his approval a few other warriors would give her input and spar with her during her training.
Soon she surpassed her brother in her training, and after beating him once in a public sparing match was forbidden to spar with him further in fear of causing unrest and disloyalty to the heir in the pack. The victory over her much larger brother shocked the pack, and certainly did shift some opinions in her favor.
At the age of four the packs lead warrior decided to step down due to age and pushed her to take his place. She met little resistance from the other warriors but her father nearly forbade it until her brother stepped up and assured him he did not believe his sister would be a threat to his rank.
Not long after becoming lead warrior a loner joined her pack and quickly set his sights on her. She returned his attentions ten-fold, falling head over heels, only to find out he had not only been courting her, but also one of her sisters and the daughter of the betas, who would take their place upon their death along with her chosen mate. Heartbroken and feeling betrayed yet again she hardened herself and built a wall around her heart.

[paradox.]

Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.

-Alice Koller

Ｗｈｏ Ａｒｅ Ｙｏｕ？

"My name is Sorka.I have no nicknames. I think Sorka's just short enough, thank you. I am a fae, or a female. It would be quite silly to assume otherwise. I am four years old. For those of you who don't know, they call me the solitary one."

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"The Solitary one. Soltary meaning to be reclusive." The best way to describe Sorka is obviously reclusive. She enjoys being alone and away from others. (WIP)

Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ

Sorka's first memory was the scent of her mothers fur as she fought with the other squirming bodies to get milk. That had been four years ago and it was the only memory she actually remembers clearly, meaning its her most important one.

From there, however, most of her life is a blur of fuzzy colors and unfamiliar images popping up through her mind. She remembers next to nothing before the time she woke up on the side of a river bank, wounded and tired.
Her eye sight was slightly hazy as she glanced around, trying to gather her bearings and to recognize her surroundings, but nothing would come to the waterlogged fae. Sorka half walked, half dragged the bottom half of her soaking wet body out of the muddy bank of the river she had found herself in, but found that she quickly had to stop and plop down on the gravely rock bed. The warm sun beat down on her russet back as she glanced behind her at the river. What had she been doing there in the first place?

With a hesitant glance around, she tried to remember all she could but she drew a blank at everything but her most basic information. Her name was Sorka. She was three years old at the time and obviously she was a female wolf. Where she was, who she really was, and why she was even there had eluded her. Who was her previous pack? Honestly she couldn't remember a thing and it scared the female. Did she even have any family that was searching for her?

The female quickly jumped to her feet and winced at the pain in her right leg. That would have to be more thoroughly examined later. Slowly, she began to walk upriver, to where she thought she probably came from. Who even knew if she was really going in the right direction, but it couldn't hurt to try.

For a year Sorka searched for some memory of who she was. She struggled to survive alone and without a pack. Soon she grew used to it, however, and had lived that life ever since. Until the pale skins found her, at least. A group of them had tranquilized her and transported her all the way to this remote forest. Now, far away from her previous home, Sorka struggles to build new relationships with these strange wolves and to survive in a pack for the first time in a long time.

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There are very few wolves that Sorka chooses to associate herself with. For one, she seems to keep to herself for the most poart. To the others she may seem cold or even quiet unless she needs them for something or if she wants something from them. Currently she has no crush or even a mate. She also has no pups to speak of as of yet.

[king boo]

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ｔｈｅ

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[ossa di cervo]

{ 3 years } { male }

There isn't anybody else exactly quite like me.
And when it's party time, like 1999,
I'll party by myself because I'm such a special guy.

I'm a troublemaker, never been a faker,
Doin' things my own way and never giving up.

a p p e a r a n c e

Cain is a dark wolf with pale orange eyes. His pelt is thick and the only spot on him that isn't a dark color would be his back left paw, which is dark brown, almost blending in with the black.

His pelt is undisturbed; no scars, no burns.. nothing. He looks like a wolf that was raised in a very lucky pack that was left unharmed by mother nature.

When it comes to stature, Cain is average if not smaller then most other wolves. His paws though, unlike his thin body, are large and thickly set. He looks as if he isn't done growing into his paws and is often caught prancing around like a pup.

p e r s o n a l i t y

Cain is a laughable brute and he often goes out of his way to entertain others. Some of his own personal ways of hunting, fighting, etc. are found humorous to the pack that he's supposed to blend in with. To most Cain immediately comes off as undaunted. He prances up to new folk he's never met without a care in the world and bombards them with questions, jokes.. anything that'll get them talking.

Cain most definitely enjoys snow though, it's one of the few things that'll keep him away from new dogs. He is known to tromp around in it and throw it up into the air with his own nose when he can't find a companion. When his motives are questioned he simply shrugs and explains the joy in simplicity that's found in life.

The dark canine is a naive child at heart, never learning the true ways of a pack. He doesn't understand that certain weather can be dangerous or that other wolves may have been raised to tear his fur off.

h i s t o r y

Cain's mother was shot down when he and his two sisters were at an extremely young age. Their mother, being a loner, had no pack to come a find them after she passed and so the pup was found, near starved and whining by some wondering hunters. Cain had stood proudly and aggressively over his two deceased sisters that day though he doesn't remember the day at all.

The four hunters debated; one wanted to keep the black dog and turn him into a demon, one wanted to raise it until it found it's feet and release it, the other two though, wanted to find it a forever home. So they settled on giving it to a nearby refuge for large cats. At first the refuge was befuddled, they didn't raise dogs, they raised cats. Yet the hunters pointed out the three giant dogs they kept on the premise.

So it was determined that Cain's life would be spent with three domesticated canines; one of which had recently had a litter of pups to the human's relief. Soon the three large dogs left the enclosure and Cain was left with the four "siblings" he had grown up with to wonder the enclosure and learn from the four (one other being male). Many of Cain's odd behavioral patterns come from his domesticated brethren and his beliefs that one day the pale-skins will return and bring his new pack food.. One day he'll find his adopted sisters and brother again.

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((A few more forms and we will be ready to go. Posting a wip is fine too if that would help. Just try and get something up ASAP. ))

[.kestral]

The Gentle One
Denali - Male - 6 Years
"Everyone is broken inside, we just all find different ways to show it."
A huge, creamy white male, his eyes and nose are like dark coals on a man of snow. He looks completely opposite to how you would imagine him. A gentle wolf? You would expect someone small, scrawny, an omega at most. He is nothing like that, he can get his point across using brute strength but he doesn't see the point in it. He doesn't like forcing opinions on others, if someone wants to argue then fine, he will be there to pick up the pieces, to help the broken, to fix whatever went wrong.
Many used to back away when they saw him approach, back in his old home, until they realised he just didn't fight. He could if pushed but usually worked to talk you down, and if it came to a fight he would be the first one after offering to help you with your injuries.

His old home was an odd place, there was a pack there eyes, but unlike many of his fellow wolves they weren't a violent pack. They allowed loners in as long as they benefited the group, they didn't chase you away unless you were a threat. They had no trouble from humans, there only threats were bears and other predators meaning they lived quite comfortable lives.