w a n d e r l u s t : discussion & forms

[sinopa]

this is the discussion and form thread for w a n d e r l u s t
it is where the forms for your characters will go and where we can discuss the role-play
please be respectful and include everyone c:

spots needed to be filled
1/2 Healers : 1/2 Scouts : 5/7 Fighters : 4/7 Hunters : 2/5 Trainees : 2/5 Subordinates : 3/4 Omegas : Mothers, Pups, Elders unlimited till closing

[sinopa]

Quick movements, form stuck to the shadows. The glint of fangs and scrape of claws against the ground. The pounding of paws, fast heartbeat, adrenaline of the chase. Burning amber eyes scream predator. Then nothing. Blackness and silence. The last thing to be seen was the tall muscled form of a wolf shrouded in mixed fur of white to cream, splatters of red and patches of black. Then of course those fire eyes, masked by russet fur. Others of his kind know him to be Takota a suave honorable wolf though they will admit he has got quite the temper. But no one can disagree that he hasn't earned his spot as Alpha. He has excellent tracking skills, techniques, and agility. He knows right from wrong some would say a natural born leader. He doesn't like conflict between his pack and isn't much of a fighter - but he'll fight if it calls for it. He's easy to get along with and trust - even with your darkest secrets. But even Takota has his secrets he hasn't spoken of.

First lets clear up one thing, Takota was not born into the pack he belongs to today - but we will come back to this later. This story starts with the male wolf's father, Orion, a cruel power-hungry lead fighter who had an agenda. Orion wanted to be alpha of his pack, to rule the territory they resided. But Orion also wanted powerful sons by his side as he ruled. So he took on many she-wolves as mates. His vicious temper began to grow as the she-wolves had all healthy females and only a few had males, but they were always runts or sickly. Not good enough for Orion and he was furious. So one day during his daily patrol of the territory he came along a troublesome loner by the name of, Iris. She was a pretty white she-wolf with those fire eyes that caught his attention. After a few months Orion was quick to make her think he held love for her. But once she fell pregnant Orion disappeared for awhile and she knew herself to be a fool for falling for his tricks. Iris birthed all males, four to be exact. But only one was healthy and that was Takota. After a few months of raising her pups on her own Iris was getting ready to move away from the pack territory and away from Orion. But before she could he returned one night while she was out hunting with a fast growing Takota, since he showed a great interest in it even then. Orion had found his three other sleeping pups and looked over each one with anger boiling inside him at their sickly forms. With a rage never seen before Orion killed them all without mercy, his own blood. Iris returned then and was struck with such horror at the scene. Takota had hid behind his mother's form and had begun yelling, not knowing what else to do. But Iris was to devastated to move or speak. Orion in his rage went for Iris, knocking her out of her daze. But she was not born a fighter and was quickly over powered, so the stronger brute finished her like he did the pups. But he was then brought out of this rage by the strong bite of fangs on his back leg, Orion had turned to face those same amber eyes that he just sent the life out of only seconds before. But Takota had Orion's coat, so the male knew it was another one of his sons that Iris birthed. Takota though was stronger, healthy and fit. The son Orion always wanted. Takota was quickly put in his place by his father and then practically dragged back to the pack. The pack Orion was now alpha over. Days flew by and at first Takota resented his father and wasn't afraid to show it. Orion always made him dread it though if only for a few hours. Takota soon learned though that if revenge was to be taken it would have to be done in secret. So the young wolf began to quiet down his obvious anger and like his father had done many times, tricked the older male into thinking he was now passive. Orion began raising him with an iron-paw and training him to be the new lead fighter - even if that wasn't where his heart lay. At the age of two, Takota and his father were patrolling the territory. His father was a few strides ahead when Takota took his chance and attacked his un-expecting father from behind. The two wolves fought for over several minutes but Takota had the advantage. Younger, more agile, and being taught all his father's moves helped. Orion was taken out. Takota didn't want to return to the pack, so he ran. He ran for days and nights before coming along to his new home, the pack of the wanderlust. He was quick to prove himself and raised the ranks from hunter, to lead hunter, to beta and then when the alpha pair before him passed Takota decided to take the place of alpha.

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['pyrrhic]

{can I reserve beta male, & scout.

[sinopa]

Yes you can. I'll put it up. c:

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" Ah yes. the dynamic duo-adrian and avina. it's quite
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they might be clever but they still have much to learn."

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friendly. hotheaded. inquisitive. avina is a social butterfly always looking for a good time. she's the brute force holding the relationship between her brother and her together, as well as the physical fighter in the duo. avina is generally very observant but she lacks the intelligence that adrian has. the three year old wolf is the complete opposite of her brother, yet the two are seemingly close; avina dislikes being apart from her brother for too long. even though neither of them have much in common with each other, their lack of trust in other wolves is something they share. avina is generally more trusting of other's than adrian, but ultimately the only wolf she'll trust completely is her brother.

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[sinopa]

Accepted! c:

['pyrrhic]

" I'd like to see you try. "

zander - masculine - four years - Beat male
4' 1, 49 inches- dire wolf mix - 175 pounds - very muscular

{ zander xavier } - { masculine } - { four years } - { beta male, or alpha } -- { no mate } - { no crush } - { absolutely no pups at all } - { no relations }

" my bark is not as bad as my bite, but both are pretty deadly. "

the basics;

this is Zander Xavier, never called by his full name. all call him Zander, no nicknames unless you want to limp away.
yet you see a large male, standing at 4' 1 {49 inches} he is half dire wolf, the ancient wolf that came first. his family
line has the dire wolf gene more than any other wolf family, and he got most of it. he weighs a stunning 175 pounds,
making him a force to recon with. what you see is mostly what he is. you see a muscular male with many scars where
his fur will never grow on, you see one large one on his muzzle and on his shoulder and chest. dried blood clings to
his muzzle, from things you don't want to know. his threatening posture is intimidating, and his chest is always out,
but his tail stays up as well. his head is high, and it makes you want to shrink down and whimper. his dark grey pelt
also is showing from miles away. and as he lowers his head, you see half his ear chewed off. oh my you should be
scared, the cold look in his eyes, and the bloodthirsty smile.

the inside;

if you were expecting a good side on this male, you were utterly wrong. he hates strangers and is very hostile and
dominate to all. he's sarcastic and snappy, and is violent and quick to rage and anger. he has hatred in his eyes and
his voice. he loves fights and the smell and taste of blood. he shoots insults daily and doesn't care for opinions of
him, and he will give you something worse. he is strong willed and rarely gives up, making him persistent to all
tasks, he doesn't trust easy and his rude to most all. he doesn't care about who you are, he only cares about what
you did to him. if he wants revenge, he'll get it and he's better alone. he doesn't stay in one place for a long time
at all, and no matter how kind you are, he'll always be the worst person you've ever met. he will only fight if it's
worth his time, or if its for fun, and he's a worthy opponent. he shows no mercy ever, and is harsh in everything he
does. he is a leader material, and he will make deals when needed, the deals includes, being a body guard or fighting
for someone else, you just have to have something he wants. though he is loyal to himself, and only himself. not a
funny thing will come out of this brute's mouth. he is vicious and always serious.

likes;
fighting, blood, submission, solitary, meat, fire.

dislikes;
pups, packs, brutes, kindness, alphas, himself

➳ name; xra(;ex-ruh) ➳ nickname; x(;ex)
sex; she - wolf, female ➳ age; three, adult ➳

➳ height; 2' 2, 27 inches ➳ weight; 55lbs ➳

➳ eye color; brown ➳ fur color; tan, brown, black ➳

➳ crush; none ➳ secret crush; none ➳ mate; none ➳
➳ no family ➳

I've been cursed
I've been crossed
I've been beaten by the ones
That get me off

I've been cut
I've been opened up
I've been shattered by the ones
I thought I loved

You left me here
Like a chalk outline
On the sidewalk
Waiting for the rain to
Wash away
(Wash away)

You keep coming back
To the scene of the crime
But the dead can't speak
And there's nothing left to say
Anyway
All you left behind
Is a chalk outline

❝ my name is Xra, I know its very odd, most call me x. I am a she - wolf at the
age of three. I am exactly 2' 2 or 27 inches sadly, from my shoulders down. I am short, and
lightweight at the exact weight of 55 pounds! I'm fat, I know. my name was chosen by my father
because my mother died in the middle of the middle of birthing me. Xra is my name for many reasons,
it was spiritual name in my pack. It meant the vanquisher of souls. as a scout! I am very
proud of my rank, and of my pack's successes. I am happy here.

I had a fairly good pup - hood, with my father and my birth - pack. As I said before my mother had
died when she was having me and my brother, Crow. At the age of a year, I was ranked as hunter,
and I went along with the Alpha's order. I did not particularly like hunting, but I would soon learn
that the rank certainly change my life for the better. I was out one day, alone as normal. I scented
a male, and saw fur that had been shed on the ground. I honestly did not want to go back to the
pack, and doubted this wolf of kill me on sight, but I just didn't know.

Let's just say I'm quirky, in a good way of course. I am nice, playful and fun to be around, from
what others have said. i am caring, and don't know how to cheer someone up, making it worse
every time! I'm very sympathetic to others. I am quiet weird, I warn you. I don't like most people
but I nice to most that deserve it. I don't play well in groups, so I stay with a select few, not
having many true friends. I happy most of the time, and smile a lot. I do worry about how I
look, but I forget after having fun or talking through the day. I absolutely HATE being alone.
I am daring and don't care what others think! I don't "like" boys, I don't even worry about that
stuff much, and I hide it. I can be very mean, cunning and menacing. I am a brute when it
comes to that, being a total tom boy. I am sarcastic on a daily basis, and I am rude to most
that deserve it or that are mean to friends, family or myself. I will go against everything
that I'm told on purpose. I can insult someone and not feel bad at the end of the day. ❞

[sinopa]

Accepted. ^-^

[broken*]

__The Basics__
"I've never been crazy. I'm a very good girl, to be honest. I don't do anything to hurt anybody."

::Name::
{Phoebe}
::Age::
{3 Years}
::Gender::
{Fae/Female}
::Rank::
Omega
::Known As::
{The "Good Girl"}
::Likes::
{Pups
Healing
Helping Others
Swimming
Sunset/Sunrise
Warmth
The heat/Sun}
::Dislikes::
{Faes who are afraid to get "down and dirty"
Overly flirty and/or rude brutes
The Cold
Snow/Ice
Humans
Killing
Fighting}
_Digging Deeper_
::Personality::
{Because of her not-so-normal past, Phoebe has never been completely accepted here in America. She hated the feeling of being by herself when she was a loner, and much more prefers the company of others being around her, even though she often gets flustered, never seeming to know what to say. She never lets that get in the way when someone needs her help, though, and will do anything and everything within her power to provide them with whatever help that they need. She has always been extremely sweet and compassionate, and is the kind of fae who, although she gets nervous when in large crowds, would jump right in, not even thinking about it, if another creature was being treated unfairly and stick up for them, even though she has trouble doing the same for herself. Also, Phoebe is a total pacifist, backing down or running away from every fight, and refusing to kill her own prey, which was a problem for her when she was a loner, the reason that she was practically skin and bones when the she found the pack.}
::History::
{Unlike most wolves, Phoebe was born in a place very unlike the common forest. She was born as a rare breed of wolf, the Ethiopian wolf, in a place known as Ethiopia, Africa. The pack she lived in had no name that it went by, but the humans nearby called them the Najwa's, a name that meant Secret/hidden, for that was what the pack was. Hardly ever see, blending into the background, they very much were a rare thing to behold. They lived in peace with nature and the nearby tribal groups of African humans, until one day, when strange pale-faced two-leggers arrived at some of the tribe 'towns'. They came with strange, shiny weapons and aggressive demeanor's, both things that became very worrisome to the Najwa Pack, for these humans were nothing like the natives. They begun to track the pack, and one day, everything went bad. Many wolves were killed that day, almost two years ago, but a few's lives were spared, though even they had injuries. Those left alive were shoved into crates and shipped off to America, where they were destined to live in a researching facility for the rest of their lives, so humans could find out more about them. But there was a mistake during the shipping, and Phoebe ended up in front of some random log cabin in the middle of the woods. When the human opened the crate to see what was inside, out popped the Fae, who bolted into the treeline like her life depended on it. Nearly a year later she found the pack, and has been with them ever since. Due to her being so unique, or different compared to the other wolves, she wasn't completely received well, thus her rank.}
::Good At::
{Her reliability
Healing
Giving Advice
Helping Others}
::Bad At::
{Backing Down
Compromising
Standing up for herself}
__Love Life__
::Crush::
{Impress Her}
::Mate::
{Win Her Heart}
::What she is Looking for in a Mate::
{Someone who lets her be herself, who isn't ashamed of her, and who loves her for her. Someone who will try to break her out of her quiet shell and get her to show the loud side underneath.}
::Pups::
{Perhaps Some Day, But not now}
::Family::
{All Deceased}
__Other__
{None}

__The Basics__

::Name::
{Phantom}
::Age::
{7 Years}
::Gender::
{Brute/Male}
::Rank::
{Lead Fighter}
::Known As::
{The "Cruel One"}
::Likes::
{Rain
Blood
Water
Exploring
Protecting
Fighting
Being In charge
The nighttime
The moon}
::Dislikes::
{Being bothered
Overly flirty faes/brutes
Stuck up wolves
Clingy faes
Annoying pups}
_Digging Deeper_
::Personality::
{Phantom is, much as his name implies, a phantom, a ghost. He hates getting any sort of attention, whether positive or negative, and would much rather be left alone most of the time. It appears that he is never in a 'good mood', because when anyone, (and I do mean anyone, male or female, young or old), talks to him, his relied are always short and snappy. It is rare to see the brute with his ears not pinned and his teeth not bared, for it seems that he is always full of anger, no matter what the situation. If he ever let anyone truely in, which is a very unlikely thing indeed, they would be able to see that hidden behind this fake wall of hatred and malice, is a wolf that is genuinely afraid of many things and completely unhappy.}
::History::
{ Born far away in a high mountain range, he was the son of the Alphas of a pack knock as the Blood Pack.They were known far and wide for being cruel, murderous, malicious killing machines, taught from birth until death that their lives would never be satisfied unless they were fighting, attacking, killing. Phantom grew up worse then many of the pack members, only topped by his father, who was trying to mold his son in his image, to take over the pack when the older brute died. But when Phantom was three, the unthinkable happened. Just when they thought no one could bring them down, that they were on top of the world, a large pack of human hunters arrived, just after breeding season. The members of the Blood pack fought harder then many wolves would have been able to, but each and every member stood no chance against these two-legged monsters. Phantom alone escaped. Since then, he has been haunted by nightmares and memories of his past, and when he found this pack a few months ago, he quickly learned that it was nothing like his old pack, making his life much, much harder.}
::Good At::
{Fighting
Tracking
Hunting
Silence
Working Alone
Leading
Stalking}
::Bad At::
{Getting along with others
Working in a group
Apologizing
Giving Advice}
__Love Life__
::Crush::
{As if}
::Mate::
{None}
::What he is Looking for in a Mate::
{Someone who is not going to try to change him, at all. He knows that he is not the 'perfect' brute that most faes want in a mate, not very romantic or soft it seems, but she needs to accept him as who he is anyways.}
::Pups::
{None}
::Family::
{Unknown}
__Other__
{None}
::Theme Song::
{Animal I Have Become - By Three Days Grace}