The Famine ~Wolf Roleplay~ Open and Accepting

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Emory Ｄｅｃｅｍｂｅｒ
Ｔｈｅ Ｙｏｕｎｇ Ａｌｐｈａ Ｏｆ Ｔｈｅ Ｗｈｉｔｅ Ｓｎｏｗ Ｐａｃｋ

3 Ｙｅａｒｓ Ｏｆ Ａｇｅ
Ｍａｌｅ
Ｎｏ Ｍａｔｅ/Ｃｒｕｓｈ
Ｎｏ Ｏｆｆｓｐｒｉｎｇ

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Emory takes after his father's personality, speaking softly but carrying a big stick. He's quiet and often wrapped up in his own thoughts and problems to notice what's going on around him unless it's brought to his attention by another pack member. Despite being less of a social butterfly and more of a space cadet, Emory's wisdom and cleverness has proven him to be more than capable of handling a rank such as Alpha. He had planned for the season well, limiting the pack's food consumption which allowed the food to diminish slower during the first few weeks of Winter. Emory is also very thoughtful and giving. He has many times skipped meals in order to make sure there was enough food for the rest of his pack. He's very peaceful and even-tempered but there are triggers that will make him turn very defensive, and in some cases, even aggressive.

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When Emory was born his mother had been abandoned by their family for mating with a wolf outside of the pack. Emory's Mother, Mockingbird, struggled for many months to find enough for for both her and her pup. She managed to keep her son alive but didn't bring in enough food for the both of them as she ended up starving to death leaving a weak and whimpering ivory wolf pup to survive on his own. Not knowing what to do and not quite understanding the situation, Emory stayed at his mother's side. Harlow, the Alpha of the White Snow Pack, came across Emory and his mother when scouting to expand his territory. Sympathetic towards the youth, Harlow took Emory into his pack and adopted him as kin. He raised him to be the next-in-line for alpha, teaching him how to hunt, track, scout the territory, and various other important lessons. Two years later, Emory had made his place in the pack as beta and gave his entire pack something to be proud of. When food became scarce, Emory's father gathered the hunters and told them that they would be going after a bear. Emory was forced to stay behind in case something happened. Unfortunately, something did happen. The bear was successfully killed but, in the process, Harlow had been killed. Emory hadn't had much time to grieve before realising he was needed. So he stepped onto the perch that his father would use when giving speeches and with a booming voice, announced, "I have grieved as much as I can for my father and to grieve any further would only disrespect his memory. With that said, I, Emory, Son of Harlow, resume the rank of Alpha."

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-Able to Solve Most Problems
-Strong Swimmer
-Great Diplomat
-Quick on his Feet

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-Not Very Physically Strong
-Can Sometimes Over-Think Things
-Has 'Triggers' That Can Cause Him To Become Ill-Tempered
-Often Oblivious To The World

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-----Ｔｈｅ-----Ｉｎｓｅｐａｒａｂｌｅ-----Ｏｐｐｏｓｉｔｅｓ-----

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Kiowa has her mother's build; a gracefully slim and slyphlike anatomy that advertises the muscles that are just are large and defined as can be without disturbing her beauty. Her face reveals slender narrow features and a set of two dark brown eyes that would remind someone of mud just after a heavy rain, with her nose mimicking the color. Despite being far from average, Her body length and her height could be described as such. However, her weight is minimal, which makes her seem even more feminine. Her pelt looks as if it came directly from her father's back, is comparable to that of the sun just rising over freshly fallen snow on a cold winter's morning, and fits her form perfectly; It's also some of the softest fur you'll find on a Grey Wolf. Finally, we come to her teeth. Her ivories still display her youth and are exceptionally, some might even say unnaturally, clean and beautiful.

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Roimh's build is relative to his father's in the way that one would expect an alpha male to have. He's rather elevated in hieght with the strong and heavy body of a fighter. His eyes are a very bright yellow and in the dark their bright color may make them appear to be glowing. Unlike his sister's, his eyes obviously do not match his nose color which is black as coal. His pelt seems very similar to that of his mother's; a mix of gray and brown with buffy facial markings and undersides. His is thicker than Kiowa's by far during any season. His teeth however, are stained with blood and sharp; it was as if they were made for killing. He allows his behavior, posture, and grooming habits to betray the true handsome wolf behind all the blood, dirt, and mud. He does what he can to prevent his image to reflect his father's or that of a welcoming and social wolf.

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Kiowa was originally from the Breagach Sonas Pack and was the daughter of the alpha. Both her family and pack appeared as a tightly knit group full of kindness and commitment to each other. Everyone loved the pups though and Kiowa easily pick up on it, often trying to show off by play fighting the other 3 pups and often times winning against them. Of course, Kiowa had older siblings too, Threigean and Roimh. Roimh was the best of all pack members when it came to the pups. He would play with them, teach them, and bring them things like bones and sticks to play with.
Unfortunately, these times of great joy were not to last. Humans set fire to the area overnight while the wolves were sleeping to expand their own territory. The fire was already suffocating the pack site when the wolves awoke and naturally everyone scrambled to find safety. Kiowa had fallen asleep outside of the den and when the ruckus woke her she fearfully started crying for her family. Roimh saved her from the flames but they became separated from the pack and her family. They spent a long amount of days travelling, in search of a new home afterwards. During their travels, Kiowa would keep an eye out for other wolves that might be her family, so they could all be reunited. She thought maybe being separated from their loved ones was what made Roimh so different after the fire, and she wanted to fix that since he saved her life.

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Roimh, like his sister, originated from the Breagach Sonas Pack and was the son of the alpha, as well as heir to the pack. The time spent in the pack before the great fire was a time of joy and prosperity for Roimh. Being the 'prince' of the pack, Roimh was respected by all and was usually free to make his own choices. When his Mother had her second litter, Roimh was overjoyed to see his new siblings. He loved them with all of his heart and did everything to make them love him. When the great fire came, Roimh's immediate instinct was to find his family and thus he did. He called out to them and they waited for him to catch up. When he did, he realized they were missing one of the pups. Upon pointing this out, his parents explained that there was no time to search for her if they were to survive. In that moment, Roimh became disgusted with his adult family and cursed them for being so selfish. Without a second thought, Roimh turned and ran back into the wildfire and nearing the camp he heard Kiowa's cries. He followed the sound until he found her and grabbed her and raced out of the flames to safety. He forced a smile to keep Kiowa happy while they traveled searching for acceptance into a new pack, but there were a lot of dark feelings after experiencing his family capable of abandoning such a beautiful flower. Despite all this, He refused to let Kiowa hear of the dark blood that ran through their veins, and protected her from seeing any darkness in the world that he could.

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Kiowa is a playful 1 year old now, and full of life. She doesn't have any enemies yet, but is constantly making new friends due to her positive attitude and genuine care for others. She always sees the good in everyone and seems to be blind to most evil or bad things. She's quite the goofball and has the curious nature of a puppy which can often lead to a ruckus. Like any wolf, she does have things she dislikes. Things that remind her of the fire such as excessive heat, loud noises and sudden, unexpected movement are things that will quickly alter her behavior. On a brighter note, she does particularly love moonlight, socializing, and pup sitting. Kiowa Finds herself as an unranked pack member but hopes to prove herself as a huntress soon.

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Roimh is rather unpleasant 3 year old to be around, he's often looking at things negatively and dislikes chit-chat. He's entirely sardonic, responding to most attempts at socialization with sarcastic remarks or subtle insults with little attention to the rank of the other wolf. However, despite being so unpleasant, he's not useless. He's got a keen and strategic mind capable of predicting an opponent's move just before they make it, as well as a strong body to fight off threats. He's also more loyal to the wolves in his pack than most incoming wolves would be, willing to sacrifice himself to save another. He hates his resemblance to his parents, wolves that think themselves better than others, and deceit. He appreciates the winter season, reminding others of their place, and physical fighting. Roimh is a fighter and scout, and seizes any opportunity to check the borders on his own.

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((Accepted though are Kiowa and Roimh in a pack?))

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{{I don't think I specified but Roimh is supposed to be the outsider. Is it possible for Kiowa to be an outsider as well instead of part of the White Snow Pack?}}

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((Okay thank you and no problem))

[the family business.]

☪ℒɪƒε Ðσεʂɳ'ʈ Ɠεʈ Ƹɑʂɪεɽ, Ꮤε Ɠεʈ Ƨʈɽσɳɠεɽ☪

☪Ʈɽɪεℓℓ☪

Ɲame: Triell
∆ge: He's been alive for four years, Soon to be five.
Ɠender: T is a male, Almost as though you didn't expect that, Hmm?
Ƥack: Triell leads his own pack, The Timber pack, With great pride.
ℛank: The ranking he holds is Alpha male, The highest position a wolf could obtain.
Mate?: No matter how kind, Selfless and charming he is, T has not yet found his perfect match.
Ƈrush?: To be his crush, Someone would have to win him over, Which hasn't yet happened.
Ƥups: This handsome male has not yet found a mate, If he doesn't have a mate, How do you think he'd have prodigies of his own?
Ƥersonality: Triell's a rather laid-back, Happy-go-lucky, Trusting and trust-worthy male even though he's been hurt more times then anyone could count. He has a big heart and he could never leave any dog to go hungry, No matter how much he may dislike said canine. He's daring and troublesome when he wants to be but it never lasts too long. T is also very competitive and he hates to lose, With a short temper to follow. I would never recommend hurting such a kind brute because nobody can honestly say, If you stab him in the back too many times, He will bounce back. Because being hurt by someone you care enough to let in is almost as bad as having someone die on you plus he treats his entire pack like family and loves each and every dog in the pack
Ꮤeaknesses: For weaknesses, I'd say his trusting nature would be at the top for sure. Because of said persona, Triell is always very easily hurt by other wolves and his family. Another weakness he has is feeling like he doesn't belong and he's slightly self-concious of himself.
History: Triell doesn't like to explain his history because It wasn't something he'd like to remember as much as he does. He absolutely loves his sister though, And if anybody tried to harm her, He would completely de-limb them.
Ƙin: Mother; Nessa; Deceased. Father; Azzuen; Deceased. Litter-mates; Kaala, Minn, Reel, Yllin. Deceased; Minn, Yllin, Reel.
Ʈheme Song: Stumbling in your footsteps- Get scared
∅ther: N/A

☪Ꮤƺ'ɽƺ ∆ℓℓ Iɳ Ʈɧƺ Ƨαɱƺ Ɠαɱƺ; Jʋʂʈ Сƒƒƺɽƺɳʈ ℒƺѵƺℓʂ. ÐƺαℓIɳɠ Ꮤ¡ʈɧ Ʈɧƺ Ƨαɱƺ Hƺℓℓ; Jʋʂʈ Сƒƒƺɽƺɳʈ Ðƺѵ¡ℓʂ☪

☪Ƙααℓα☪

Ɲame: Kaala, Meaning daughter of the moon.
∆ge: Four years old, Almost five just like her brother.
Ɠender: She's a she-wolf, If it's not already obvious.
Ƥack: Kaala lives with the Outsiders, Following under 'Alpha's' rule without much hesitation.
ℛank: Kay is a normal wolf amongst the pack, Just a simple pack member though she does hope to become the alpha female.
Mate?: No male has yet tamed this wild she-wolf, And she doubts any male ever will.
Ƈrush?: She has no crush yet but she does hope some male will steal her heart sometime soon.
Ƥups: Kaala has no prodigies of her own though she's absolutely love some.
Ƥersonality: Unbroken is one way to describe Kaala. Wild, Crazy, Determined, Stubborn and loyal would be another brief description for such a thick-skulled she-wolf. Kay doesn't know it yet but she'd walk right into hell to save anyone she loved and would honestly risk her life for any one of them any day. She loves her family and friends and is very protective of them, So if you ever start something with one of them, Expect her to have your head for it.
Ꮤeaknesses: Kaala has practically no weaknesses when it comes to fighting, But when it comes to her emotions, She can barely contain them. When she's angry, It's a blind rage, When she's upset, It's full out depression, When she's happy, You'll most definitely know it.
History: She doesn't like to talk about it, She never has really.
Ƙin: Mother; Nessa; Deceased. Father; Azzuen; Deceased. Litter-mates; Yllin, Minn, Reel, Triell. Deceased; Yllin, Minn, Reel.
Ʈheme Song: Believe- Hollywood Undead
∅ther: N/A

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((Accepted))

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((We can begin Roleplaying now if you want and hopefully the activity will attract more people))

[the family business.]

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Ʈriell shouldered the ferns out of his way as he exited the alpha's den, His cranium lifting a little higher when he slithered into the clearing, Glancing around curiously, His bright amber optics sparking. A light frown twisted across the brute's lips as a flashback began behind his closed eyelids, Something he'd never wished to see after said day because it had tore his world apart. The sickness. Even the thought made the young alpha male shudder, Which hadn't happened in a very long time. Holding back a sigh, The jet black wolf scented the air, Wondering if any of his wolves had left quite yet.

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Ƙaala glanced about the territory, Huffing softly to herself. With the lack of sleep she had received, The she-wolf had decided to go off on her own to patrol, Hopefully spotting something actually worth eating on her patrol, Which sadly, She hadn't. Just returning to the 'Outsiders' camp, The slender female planted herself on the terrain beside Alpha' s den to await his awakening so she could report that no strange scents had been found or no wolves coming close enough that it would raise suspicion. Beginning to groom out her fur, She waited, Hoping he wouldn't awaken on her account and growl or snap at her. He was a fearless alpha, One of his admirable traits which she too had though didn't notice. Ƙaala didn't consider herself fearless, Just stubborn, Which happened to be a bloodline trait she and her only surviving brother had both inherited, But sometimes her stubborn nature got her into trouble that she couldn't always get out of on her own, As expected.

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{{I'll do a post for Emory when he actually has a pack member to socialize with XD}}

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Kiowa's mud-colored nose began to twitch as a leaf that had made it's way into the den brushed past it, having the same effect as a feather tickling her nostrils. Her face wrinkled up, she lifted her head, and then she let out a fairly audible sneeze. She glanced over at her brother to see if she'd woken him but he didn't stir. Now being wide-awake, Kiowa lifted her thin frame from the floor, quietly walked to the den entrance, and sat down to admire the nature for a minute. Clouds mimicking the grey colors in her brother's pelt covered what was once a sky as blue as the sea. It's been fairly cloudy for quite some time now. I wonder if it will rain today. Eventually, Kiowa stood up and shook out her pelt ready to seize the day but not without starting the morning correctly. She'd made it a goal to one day be able to surprise her brother and sneak up on him and got into the habit of trying to pounce on him to wake him up. Though he had managed to dodge every attempt of hers since she started. She never gave up though. If she ever managed to sneak up on her brother, she would have no doubts about her abilities as a hunter. She turned to face the seemingly sleeping brute and lowered herself, creeping forward as if stalking prey. Then when she felt close enough, she stopped for a moment before propelling herself towards the male. Roimh, as usual, dodged her attack by lazily rolling out of the way and the female only managed to pounce on the air where the other den occupant had been. Kiowa shot him a annoyed look and huffed, "How do you do that?!" His response was obviously fictitious and Kiowa rolled her eyes at him and grumbled, "Magic my tail end!" With a flick of her tail, she turned back around and began to stroll out of the den, stopping at the entrance to say, "It's morning. We should get up and go see if we can find anything for the pack to eat or something. I hate staying in the den." When Roimh gave signs of obliging, Kiowa happily began padding out to the clearing looking for something to do. She saw Kaala by the Alpha's den and chuffed a greeting to her. "Good Morning, Kaala! Did you sleep well?" She asked moving closer to the female, without considering that her voice might wake the Alpha.

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Roimh had been awake for a while now, woken early from another one of his nightmares. However as a courtesy to the sleeping sibling nearby, he didn't bother trying to move around at all so as not to wake her. In fact, he simply remained looking as if he were peacefully sleeping. He enjoyed the quiet, being able to hear the leaves that scraped the ground of his den was soothing to him. The world felt clear and clean. However as the sun began to rise, he heard his sister start to stir. He knew what would come next, as he found the fae to be highly predictable. He listened carefully to the timing of her movements, and then dodged the attack by rolling over. He heard her land and finally opened his eyes to look at her with a small grin when she asked him how he knew when she was going to pounce. He replied jokingly, "It's my magic." He gave a short and barely audible chuckle when his sibling rolled her eyes dramatically and expressed her disbelief in his answer. In response to Kiowa's suggestion, Roimh stretched and stood with his usual unapproachable and somewhat depressing posture, following his sister's lead silently. It made her happy to go socialize and expose herself to the public, so Roimh begrudgingly tagged along to watch over his sister like a guardian of some precious treasure. Roimh sighed quietly to himself when the first thing his younger sibling did was start socializing with another pack member. He sat behind her as she talked, silent as always.

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{{Edited my post}}