*Weaver's Wars* Literate Wolf Role play. Accepting!

[iomedae]

Ravyn got bored and decided to chase her tail. She gently bit the tip of her tail, and with a satified sigh, she plopped down on her belly. She was really hungry and decided to go hunt. She followed the sent of deer, and saw a fawn. She got down low, and when she was close enough, she jumped on it's neck, killing it without too much pain. She howled triumphantly, and dragged back her kill. She settled down, and waited for the leader to eat.

[Johnny™]

(( nods head in aggrement))

[Solanum]

(( Look... If you're not going to post properly, then just leave the RP. It is literally driving me NUTS... Please. 5 sentences minimum, with proper grammar... This is SEMI LIT... ))

[Johnny™]

(( What did i do wrong if i miss spell something it becuase i probaly dont know how to spell it , if were going to continue like this i mite just leave if you , would like that!))

[Solanum]

(( You aren't even posting TWO sentences... The MINIMUM is 5... ))

[Muggafinn]

((At this point I will not be all that sorry if you leave. Please, if you are going to roleplay here you need to use semi-lit language, not illiterate.))

[Smamm]

((All: Sorry to interrupt...))

((muggafinn: Okay, I'll apply for Lorial then. |3 Is there no leader? Because if there isn't one I can apply as one. |3))

[Muggafinn]

Ara stepped out into the night, eyes watchful. "Thank you, Ravyn." She said, dipping her head to the other wolf before taking a bite out of the deer. "I know it isn't your job to hunt, but this is most needed. I can only hope they return soon with more wolves." She was gazing off into the distance, a little out of it so to speak. Her mind was on the eastern edge of the forest along with three crows and a mouse, all of whom had quit what ever foraging task they had been doing and rushed around for a few seconds while the Weaver took control of their minds. The mouse, however, now lay dying after being bitten by a snake and one of the crows was nursing a hurt foot. "We need to be more careful when flying..." She said absently, the Weaver's world and the real one merging for a instant.
((Lorial has a leader, but he is played by me. You can have him if you want and make up your own info, or you can make a new character and I will erase his data. It might be wise to make a wolf in each pack though, Lorial might not see some action until more wolves are gathered.))

[Smamm]

((nevermind then. I'll just make him in Huru... Sorry the form is so small by the way.... I'm terrible at forms... Promise I'm a good roleplayer though! My posts are usually 800-1,200 words... or you could say 4-7 parapraphs)





Username*:
Holli
Wolf's Name*:
Socks
Description*:
Socks is a large, brown male that stands easily a foot larger than most males. He's muscular and strong, but lean at the same time. He has a white belly and chest, along with white front paws and lining fur inside his ears. He has tan socks on his front legs that start at his wrists and continues up to about his elbow. He as well had tan cheek and face fur that stretches down to his neck and separates the brown and white fur on his neck and chest. Socks has gorgeous amber eyes and a dazzling smile that makes it easy for him to make a good first impression.
Personality*:
Socks is your everyday average male, somewhat demanding and at times intruding; but really a sweetheart on the inside. The brute is rather confidant and friendly; but keeps you guessing with mixed messages and a flirtatious attitude. He's easy to trust and tends to keep up to expectations; but everyone has their flaws. He loves a good laugh, and is just as content relaxing and doing nothing or bustling about on hunting parties or defending Huru with tooth and claw. Socks would easily consider himself sly; even though it can be a bit obvious what he is up to at times. Everyone has their quiet side, but Socks's is usually not shown. Socks is outgoing and fun; reckless if given the chance. He is by no doubt a trouble maker by nature; but knows when to behave as he is expected to, like a honorable Huru wolf. He's a bit hot headed, but better described as confidant and friendly. He's very charming, always knowing the right things to say and easy to be around; always up for a good laugh. Socks can be shy, but tends to be more of a show off and flirtatious than quiet and shy. Socks is very protective and intimidating if he wants to be; not afraid to man up and fight if the time comes, although would rather solve things peacefully. Socks is fair and understanding, finding it impossible to hold grudges for very long.
History*:
Socks was abandoned as a pup, and was left to fend for himself. A random wolf took him in, and brought him back to camp where he was raised with a group of loners. He was trained as a Warrior, and succeeded over time to become the best Warrior, and was highly respected in the group. Not long after, Socks journeyed to find a pack of his own. He stumbled upon the wolves of Huru, and has considered it his home every since.
Pack*:
Huru
Rank*:
Fighter
Age*:
3 years (18 if her were a person)
Mate:
Open
Pups:
None

[Muggafinn]

((Great! You're in. Right now Ravyn, the healer, and Ara, the leader, are in camp. A few wolves went out questing a while back, but they will be home soon.))