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Post by »Ιmαgε on Jul 3, 2009 14:12:55 GMT -5
Yes! Our very first ever auditions for alpha spots. We have eight up for grabs, including females, and I'm sure they'll go quick! Fill out the form below and for extra bonus points, give us the extensive character info of your wolf too. We are looking for complex characters with interesting backgrounds! Good luck! Forms must be posted or turned in by July 10th. Decisions will be made on July 12th or sooner, if possible.
EDIT:: To encourage tryouts, you might want to enter yours asap. Why? If the admins find a truly exceptional rper and wonderful form, well, we're probably just going to pick them. So get your wolves in and secure your place as an alpha!
Taken: -Farbe Alpha -Farbe Alpha Female -Kalte Alpha -Kalte Alpha Female FORM } Wolf's Name: Age: Gender: Pack and Position Wanted: Appearance: Personality: History: Other: Sample RP: [minimum of 300 words] [/size]
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Post by Pocket Kitsune on Jul 4, 2009 0:05:00 GMT -5
Wolf's Name: Amaya Age: 2 1/2 Gender: Female Pack and Position Wanted: Farbe, alpha female Appearance: Amaya is large for a female, weighing closer to 169 pounds. Her fur is a rich black in coloration, with a few flaws of silver streaking throughout her fur along the ridge of her back and a small tuft at her chest. The tips of her ears also have a silver tinge to them, that when catching the light, reflect in lighter to darker shades of coloration. Her eyes are a greenish gold, with the left having a darker tint of yellow-green than her left. Her fur is slightly thicker at her chest, and feathers slightly just behind her front legs. Her left eye bears a flaw--the bottom corner looks whitish and devoid of color--it would normally hint at partial blindness, though in her case, it's a genetic defect in which the lower left corner of her eye has no pigment. Silver bands of fur towards the tip of her tail give it an almost ringed, raccoon-like appearance.
Personality: Amaya has a largely stern personality. She is very much no-nonsense, and tends to be prone to taking charge in any situation that provides the opportunity to. While she can seem aloof to the point of coldness at times, she has a compassionate side that emerges with a warm fondness towards those she is close to. She tends to be closed off towards strangers, though once she warms up to an individual, she can relax a bit more and be unsurprisingly thoughtful and gentle. She has a hidden sense of largely sarcastic humor, that emerges now and then. While firm, she is just and treats those she is close to--or those she deems worthy--with kindness and respect--provided that they earn it. She is fiercely loyal, and there isn't much that she wouldn't do for those she considers friends.
History: Amaya. A strange name. A foreign name. She comes from the lands far to the east, where the winters are bitter and the wolves speak in thick, strange tongues. Her name itself means 'night rain.' She was born to a litter of seven, and born seventh. As a pup, she stood out from the rest of her siblings at an early age for her quiet and studious nature, that other pups sometimes found unnerving--perhaps because of the strangeness of her left eye, considered by some to be some unnatural thing. Not a curse, exactly, but certainly something to be wary of. Because she was not as eager to join in the more enthusiastic games of her siblings, her interaction with her littermates was minimal, at best. Because of this, her communication develop was slower than most--a fact that resulted in teasing and some bullying from her siblings.
But because she was slower to speech, her cunning and other skills developed at an almost accelerated pace. She was the first to memorize the stampede patterns of elk, and how to cut through them like a knife to separate the weakest from the herd. Her brother, Toshiro, was perhaps the only sibling she ever felt close to--perhaps because he was the runt of the litter, and a bit quirky himself--more comic relief than anything else to the rest of the pack. The two formed a strong and nearly inseparable bond, until his disappearance in the winter of her first year.
It was her quest for him that caused her to disperse from her pack, and travel as far as she has. While her search has proved fruitless, she has not forgotten the lessons of laughter and compassion and patience that he taught her in their time together.
She settled into these new lands in early spring, content with her life, but still holding quiet a few secrets close to her chest and heart. Like her name suggests, not everything is quite as clear to the eye about her at first glance.
Other: None
Sample RP: The wind ruffled a wind-kissed pelt, turning the fringes into a tangled mess of stiff curls against her sides and back. The grass itself bent in the faint breeze--slender stalks of jade reversing like startled cats mid-air, to expose silver underbellies. The she-wolf called Amaya gazed quietly across the expanse of the meadow, the soft cast of twilight steady approaching in increments, coloring the shadows a bruised and mottled grayish-blue. The first few expanses of stars glittered like a child's lost marbles against the faded blue tablecloth of the early evening sky.
The sun was slowly sinking to the west, painting her black fur a strange burnished color. The quiet. She had lived so long in quiet these past few months--speaking to no one, living from sunup to moonset in a personal isolation. Was she lonely? She twitched an ear in thought, giving a lazily hitch of one shoulder.
In a sense. In spite of her grumbling, the long nights often left her missing the excited babbling of her littermates in her ear, sleepy and crooning, a jumbled lullaby luring her into the depths of sleep. Was she lonely? She twitched an ear in thought, giving a lazily hitch of one shoulder.
In a sense. But she was used to this night solace, and…
Her head snapped up suddenly, eyes widening slightly. There was a change of scent in the air--a decisive musk that was at once foreign and familiar. It made her heart beat a little faster with a hopeful ache. Wolves. Or perhaps just one--so far, it was impossible to tell. But still--her heart fluttered in her chest like a moth trapped under paw. Perhaps tonight…tonight her memories could be replaced by new ones. Tentatively at first, and then with building confidence, she tipped back her muzzle, glancing skyward. And she sang.
She poured hope into those sweet and wistful melodies that rose and fell from her throat. I know you, I know you! A soft sort of rejoicing. Times were changing.
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Post by »Ιmαgε on Jul 4, 2009 7:36:09 GMT -5
Stunning job. Love your writing style. <33
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Post by Pocket Kitsune on Jul 4, 2009 16:18:28 GMT -5
Aw, thank you. I feel very flattered. <33
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Post by sukie on Jul 4, 2009 17:57:19 GMT -5
Wolf's Name: Skye . Age: 3 Years . Gender: Fae . Pack and Position Wanted: Kalte, Alphess .
Appearance:
Skye is a chocolaty-brown wolf who has liquid, sapphire eyes. Those well-known bright voids seem to let any brute fall for her, but she isn't easily swayed to feel the same for them. She has some stray flecks of creamy beige fur, but the rest of her frame darkens to brown. Though she doesn't look it, hiding under that coat is some well-toned muscle. Nevertheless, she looks quite feminine with her lustrous and almost unblemished fur. Her slender, agile frame boasts speediness, and can out-run almost anything, not that she would. Her expertise though would have to be strength over speed. If anything attempted to threaten her, she would just do the same back. She can practically face anything that comes her way.
Personality:
Quite: Skye is a quite femme keeping herself to herself not telling no one her business she will only tell loved ones or extremely close friends what she is thinking so she doesn't get hurt in the future with unwanted things or secretes spreading like fresh flesh.
Sarcastic: Skye loves to be sarcastic if you are lucky enough to speak to Skye she will dip every word generously with sarcasm unless she has the deepest respect for you.
Thinks: Skye is the kind of wolf that thinks a lot before she speaks making sure her words give the impression she wants to give rather than blurting out anything at the wrong time.
Kind: Although she is cold and quite she is kind to the ones she loves she adores them and would risk her life to do anything for them. She also shows kindness to her close friends and pups but her kindness only comes with wolves of her pack other wolves may not like her so much.
Cold: Skye is a cold femme keeping much of her thoughts to herself and her face normally emotionless making her cold. She shows lack of sympathy towards others she doesn't care if another wolf of a different pack is dieing she would walk right past maybe with a few words if there lucky.
History:
Skye didn't exactly have a perfect life where everything turned out to be a happy ending. It was far from it.
Skye, along with her two brothers, were born on a chilling winters night. After a few months, each of the pups grew their own, unique personality traits. The first born was, of course, an ebony male, being Tenkoku. He was such a brute for a pup, always getting himself into fights. The second-born, another male, Doku. Doku rarely spoke a word to anyone, running off on his own. The last-born, was Skye. She was always aware of her surroundings, intelligent of everything around her.
There mother, Nami, cherished and adored her pups. She was a beautiful, silver femme with striking blue eyes. She always kept her pups close by her side, never letting them stray too far off. Nevertheless, she would always keep them in line. There father, Acharon, was a multi-hued brute who led the pack with great ferocity. Yet, like his beloved mate, he had a softer side for his pups. He taught them everything they needed to know as the pups grew older. How to hunt, the pack's land, the other packs, and much more.
As they reached the age of two, they were ready for pretty much anything. Fortunately for Doku's mysterious personality, many faes adored him. Eventually, he had already gotten himself a mate. Skye,was not so lucky. She just couldn't find a male that she liked. Not one wolf seemed to appeal to her. As of Tenkoku, he wasn't really seen of. That is, until one bone-chilling night..
Tenkoku realised that someday, one of them had to rise up to become alpha if there parents ever should die. He thought he would be a perfect alpha. Ruthless, cruel, and fearless. Unfortunately for him, that's not how his mother wanted a leader to be. Sure, the pack was well known for there gruesome ways, but she knew he would just be corrupted by his power. He would be over thorn in minutes because of his power-driven attitude. Unfortunately, Tenkoku heard about this and was outraged. He wasn't about to became something less to an alpha. That's when he started to become less and less seen of. He was creating a devious plan, something he wouldn't be able to achieve by himself. He forced some members of the Arashi pack to help him. His plan was kept secret from the rest of the pack, and no one would ever guess as to what misfortunes would soon happen.
On the night before Tenkoku's plan would reveal, Nami and Skye were sitting in a meadow far away from her pack. She told Skye, to run. Run away to a distant land and raise your own family, lead her own pack, and to be careful to who you put your trust into. No matter how clever Skye had grown to be, she couldn't understand what her mother meant, or why she said that her pack made so many mistakes. Back then, she thought she would be staying with her pack until the day that she dies, but to hear her own mother telling her to leave the pack was overwhelming. She left her pack, but the next night, she went back when her family was asleep in the cave, and simply laid by the entrance one last time.
On that freezing winter's night, every wolf was scattered across the vast meadow asleep. At least, that's how it looked. Across the meadow downwind, Tenkoku and his followers lay silent in the foliage, waiting for the signal to run. Once Tenkoku darted out of the trees, the rest came behind him with stealthy strides. They needed to remain as quiet as possible to execute the plan perfectly. But instead of Tenkoku wanting to kill just his parents, he wanted more. He needed revenge against them, he was going to kill everyone else as well. With his minions, they all mauled and snapped at the Arashi wolves necks, killing them instantly. Of course, some did wake up to the commotion, but the weren't awake for much longer. It didn't take long for the crisp, white shroud of snow beneath the wolves feet become crimson stained and dotted with dead wolf carcass. It was a blood bath. Yet, the only wolves that were still breathing were farthest away. The alpha's and there heir.
Tenkoku only had three other of his followers alive, but that's all he needed. He made his way up to his victims, his ebony fur tainted with blood and other wolves flesh. Once he was close enough, he went in with one sweeping blow to his fathers neck. Achron's eyes widened to see his attacker, but only to see his own son's menacing smile. Before he could even mutter a word to him, he died from his fatal injury. Skye, unfortunately, had seen the whole thing, stunned. She quickly awakened her mother and brother, trying to get them to run away. But by the time they were back to there senses from grogginess, Tenkoku was towering over them. Without wasting a minute, he lunged for his mothers vulnerable throat and dug his blood coated incisors into her windpipe. Her once beautiful body now went limp and fell to the ground, dead. The last thing she done was give one last glance at her only daughter, her eyes pleading to her to run. Doku, alongside his mate, fled from the parklands as soon as his mother dropped dead. Tenkoku's followers immediately chased after them. It was only Skye and Tenkoku left. Skye had seen her mother's pleading eyes, but she wasn't about to back down. She stood her ground. Unlike the other wolves had failed to do, she faced her brother and challenged him. Tenkoku agreed, and fought with her.
In the end, Skye was victorious, thanks to her vigorous training in the past, leaving Tenkoku the memories of the deep scars she left on him. He vowed then and there to come back and kill her, but he fled the pack and was never seen since that day. On that night, Skye finally found out why her mother wanted her to leave the pack. She was suspicious that something like this would happen, but unfortunately she wasn't sure, so she only mentioned it to her only daughter. Eventually when things straightened out, Skye respected her mother's last wish and left the pack to go on her own.
Other:
nope^^ Sample RP:
Skye waited for her response, but instead, the ebony fae walked straight past her. She stayed motionless, her tail flicked in annoyance. I'll take that as a no.. Well, that dampened her mood a bit. She was excited by the thought of having someone else help her steal someone else's lunch. Skye released a sigh and began to turn around. Well, it wasn't like that little incident was going to stop her from accomplishing her little mission. That is, until she saw that pitch femme running towards he humans. The timber's brow quirked, amused by how determined this one was, even though there was a great danger up ahead. Suddenly, Skye smirked as she realised that,perhaps, her previous plan was going to go ahead. With that, she crept forwards, moving with a delicate approach to not stir up the two-legged. That sweet, succulent smell began to waft into her nose again, making her quicken her cautious footsteps. That's when, she heard the female ahead of her growl viciously at a couple of humans. Was she crazy? Her plan was to sneak into there little campsite, take the food, and sneak out without becoming detected. Unfortunately, by the terrified noises coming from the humans, there cover was blown.
Skye just stood still, watching as the black femme continued her aggression. It was great and all that she seemed fearless, but that could change when one of the two-legged grabbed a gun. Then, one of them snatched up a shiny metal weapon and aimed for the black wolfess. Bang! A loud shot rang throughout the air, alarming birds nearby to take flight. Usually by now, other wolves would turn tails and run as far away as they possible could. Then again, Skye wasn't like other wolves. Instead, she sat comfortably back onto her haunches and watched in amusement. One of the humans kicked the wolf in the leg once he surrendered his weapon, but was chased off by her snapping jaws. For a minute, she wanted to join in on the action, until she heard her speak.
"What on earth are you waiting?Take it!"
Right, the meat. A snarl ripped through her chest as she bursted out onto the scene, eyes darting in all directions for anything that might try to stop her. When she determined no one was near, she took one look at the black object with smoke coming out of it, she slammed her whole body up against it's legs, making it fall with a clammier. Skye jumped over it to find her meal, steam still flowing up from it. She licked her chops and grabbed it between her jaws, taking off into the forest. That's when it hit her. She suddenly threw her head around, releasing the food as she did so. She bellowed out a few curses, one of her paws rubbing across her maw. "What the hell is wrong with this?!" Usually, Skye wasn't the one to give into angry, but this was an exception. The damn food practically scorched her mouth, burning her tongue a little in the process. Her pink muscle hung loosely from her parted mouth, letting the cool breeze blow over it. She glared bitterly at the piece of meat on the ground, wondering how the hell she could eat it now. It was so hot! How could the humans possibly eat there food like that? Her fur bristled on end as her hackles raised. he whisked her head around, staring at the camp. They weren't going to get away with that. Plus, that wolf was still in there fighting off those idiots. She bolted out from the trees, heading straight for the humans heels. Once she was in range, she clamped onto one of there ankles, tripping them up. She jumped onto there chest, biting anywhere that she could. They yelled in agony, thrashing about underneath her. She dug her claws into it's shoulders, trying to rip it's face off. Literally. Unfortunately, it kept moving it's head out of the way, kicking at her. "Maybe if you didn't burn your damn food for me, you wouldn't be in this position." She barked, lifting her head with bared fangs to see more humans coming. One's with guns. Perfect. She jumped off the bloody two-legged, emitting a few victory barks at them. With that, she turned around and ran towards there little camp. "Were leaving," Was all she said in a raspy voice as she sprinted past the ebony wolfess. Once she reached the little camp, she shoved herself under a picnic table seat and pushed up in full force, crashing to it's side. Just a little parting gift you mother Another shot that rang through the air reminded her that it was time to get going. Skye dashed back into the forest, panting as she came to a stop. She waited to see if the wolf lived.
(You didn't say what you wanted us to role play but I don't have much muse at the moment so I added another wolf and humans to make it fun and a little comical. =D)
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Post by Sizz on Jul 5, 2009 18:55:04 GMT -5
Wolf's Name: Aurex Age: 2 Gender: Male Pack and Position Wanted: Farbe alpha Appearance: Aurex has long, lean legs along with a fairly long muzzle. He is of a light reddish color but has white on his underside. Aurex is very muscular and has a long and thick tail to compliment his body. Personality: Aurex has, for the most part, a good personality. He likes to be one of the 'tough' guys and always likes to get into fights to prove his dominence. But many days he is generally sweet. History: Aurex has had a long and hard history. When he was only two months old, his parents were killed by poachers. The poachers found him in his den and took him as a pet. He spent four months locked up in a tiny cage. One day, the poachers went outside and accidentaly left the door open. That is how Aurex escaped and eventually found this place. Other: He REALLY despises humans. Sample RP: [minimum of 300 words]
On an early morning, there wasn't very good weather out. It was cloudy, muggy, and foggy. The fog was very close to the ground, you could hardly see anything with out squinting your eyes. The clouds were dark, getting ready to rain, or maybe thunder. The mugginess made Aurex start sweating. He really hated this type of weather, but was glad he has such a keen nose. He could be in the dark, but still know where he was going by smelling his soroundings.
As Aurex was walking slowly to his favorite tree, he heard a faint whine. He looked around in the fog to see if he could find out who was making the noise. There was no sign any where. Aurex started walking again, but as he started to take his first step, he looked down and halted. He had nearly stepped on a deffensive baby raccoon. Oh great, Aurex thought, but oh well, that's nature. Aurex kept on walking, not thinking much about the little raccoon. Raccoons didn't really interest him much. But as he was walking, the deffenseless raccoon was whining louder and louder for its mother, trying to get Aurex's attention.
Aurex walked another twenty meters, but he could still hear the raccoon getting louder and louder. This really upset him because he hates taking time out of his day for others. Aurex stopped where he was, debating whether or not he should go back. He remembered the poachers killing his parents and it made him think about the little raccoon's family. Fine, dumb raccoon. I'm coming," he said with a sigh. When he got to the raccoon, it suddenly stopped whining. As if it were greatful Aurex came back. Aurex sniffed the raccoon hard to get its sent, then he lifted his head high and sniffed the air six times. He finally got a sent in the north east direction close to the baby raccoon's and figured that must be its family.
Aurex grabbed the baby raccoon in his mouth gently, as he didn't want to hurt it. He walked fifty meters before reaching his destination. It was a log. Aurex looked inside to see if there were any raccoons in it, carefully trying not to get clawed on his face. In fact there were three little other raccoons in there with a their mother. Before setting the raccoon down, it licked him. The baby raccoon crawled to the mother and she reaccepted it. The mother looked at Aurex with big brown eyes as if saying "Thank you."
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Post by »Ιmαgε on Jul 6, 2009 12:00:25 GMT -5
DRUMROLL.
Farbe Alpha: Aurex Farbe Alphaess: Amaya
Kalte Alphaess: Skye
All accepted! Wonderful auditions! Feel free to skip Sortiron and simply make a post in your new land. Aurex and Amaya might want to get to know each other and be sure to have one Alpha from each place post ranks of who is Alpha, Beta, etc. You'll receive PMs if someone is ordered to join your group too. THANKS!
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Post by wahots on Jul 6, 2009 20:00:32 GMT -5
Wolf's Name: Wahots Age: Three Years Gender: Male Pack and Position Wanted: Kalte || Alpha Male
Appearance: Wahots is an efficient combination of two wolf breeds. A cross between a Himalayan wolf and your run of the mill Grey Wolf, he seems to have the best traits of both breeds. He is thick all around, with lean muscle covering all of his body. Standing at thirty-six inches, he rarely runs into wolves bigger than he in both height and sheer mass. He's built for strength more than speed, but his thick and powerful legs are also long, which give him the agility of a much lighter wolf. His coat in the summer is white with splotches of gray -- giving him the appearance of being just a horrendously dirty, white wolf. In the winter, the gray fades to still visible, just less noticeable shades. His eyes are a bright, vibrant amber, that are accentuated by the dark circles surrounding his eyes.
Personality:
Pros: Wahots can best be described as a gentle giant. He's very level headed, and has a calm and calculating head on his shoulders. He's loyal to a fault, and will do anything and everything in his power to protect his loved ones and pack mates. Wahots is also a social hypocrite. He likes being in the center of everything, but it is more to keep an eye on things than to be a part of the conversation. In fact, he is a wolf of few words and generally has an intense internal monologue going on instead.
Cons: Wahots has a very strict interpretation of pack law. Submission must be shown at the borders, and his word is highest. He has low tolerance for insubordination. His dark side, when prompted [and it does take a decent amount to prompt this, because he has a high faith in the canine race as a whole] is not a pretty sight. He is an experienced fighter and while he does not like showing this side of his personality, he doesn't hesitate when his family's safety is on the line.
History: Wahots does not have a horrible past. He has heard such horror stories, and considers himself very fortunate to have been raised the way he has. Wahots was born into a small pack, started after some indiscretions in his lineage with large domesticated dogs. It was his mother's first litter -- and his father, upon the sight of his pups, didn't feel the normal paternal instinct and fled the scene. His mother however, was strong willed and took over the pack hierarchy. The result was, while Wahots knew his family situation was different, his mother never let that affect the pups' lifestyle. Wahots was born into a climate of unforgiving cold, and even through his mother's efforts, only he and his sister made it through their first year of snow. His mother knew the pack was vulnerable, as were her pups without an alpha male, and so from a young age Wahots was trained in the art of combat. This came in handy soon after Wahots turned one and males from within the pack were trying to claim the position. Without a male to kick him out, Wahots remained within his family's pack until he turned two and a half years old. By this point, the pack had grown to a large enough size that it was sustainable without his presence. Leaving his sister behind, Wahots ventured out on his own, determined to find a home to raise his own.
Sample RP:
The wind howled through the mountain pass, challenging the namesake of the wolf that padded steadily along. The cold breeze weaved through his thick coat, and his ears flicked nonchalantly. Bright amber eyes glanced up at the sky momentarily. The grey clouds were higher than usual, and every so often glimmering rays of sunshine would pour down onto the snow. His eyes squinted slightly at this point, for the sun reflected of the snow and eyes and nearly blinded him with a flash of light. His large paws gripped expertly at the ice, and he sunk slightly with every step because of his weight on the wet spring snow. A long pink tounge snaked out of the corner of his mouth and curled over his muzzle as he walked. His solid black nose was working overtime, picking up on all the scents and smells of the new region. Slightly rounded fuzzy ears perked up as his feet halted. Wahots lowered his bulky head toward the ground, almost straining to hear the faint scratching noise.
Paws frantically went to work, digging through the wet snow. It didn't take long to find the burrow of a hare, the entrance of which had been covered by the shifting of snow as it melted. His muzzle darted quickly in, trapping the hare in its own home. With a snap of his muzzle, the deed was done. He withdrew his head from the snow, the hare hanging limp between his jaws. He loped a few steps away, before lowering his mass into the snow to enjoy his meal. Holding the meal down between his paws, he deftly removed whatever meat he could from the hare. Eventually he finished, ending the meal the way he always did by trying to gnaw the marrow out of the thin bones. His long tongue worked over the pink stains on his paws and muzzle, before slipping casually back into place between his jaws. Getting back on his feet, the large male was soon on his way again. He wasn't completely satisfied by the meal he'd just partaken in, but it would certainly sustain him until tomorrow.
[ooc: Holy COW no muse. I apologize for the awful writing sample, if you want another one, just let me know because that was AWFUL]
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Post by russie on Jul 7, 2009 12:31:15 GMT -5
Wolf's Name: Draven Age: 4 years Gender: Male Pack and Position Wanted: Asmeth - Alpha Appearance: Draven is rather large for his breed, and easily stands shoulder to shoulder with most males. His pelt is thick through much of the year, and his body is riddled with scars. His eyes are a haunting orange yellow, and are surrounded by the dark skin around his eyes. Giving him the appearance of almost having eyeliner on. His teeth are in pristine condition, where as his fur is not. There are a couple spots that contain permanent blood stains, and he always lingers with the odor of death. His daggers are all black, except for the middle claw on each foot which is clear. His banner is shorter than the average, missing at least two vertebrates due to a fight in his youth. He has a scar over his left eye, and a puncture in his right ear. He carries himself in a proud manner. Often giving him an unapproachable air to himself.
Personality: Draven is an extremely cunning and manipulative wolf. He prefers to trick others into doing his bidding, rather than fight. He has a talent for twisting others words, making the wolves around him trust him deeply, and hate whoever he is against. He has a knack for causing unrest in the packs he has called home in the past. Draven, although he is young, is quite the plotter. Every step he takes, and ever word spoken, is part of a perfect plan. Draven had become quite the liar, and his hunger for power has turned him into a driven male. At the moment he is content with living as a nomad, as he plots out his next conquest. The timber male is also very unforgiving, and mercy is a foriegn concept to him. He does not give second chances, and he refuses to become attached to others. He has no need for forming deep lasting relationships, rather just business contacts.
Draven is capable of love, though his heart is a fickle thing. He has never been one for normality, and thus he shows is love in very strange ways. Draven is not a provider and not affectionate. Rather he spares your life, and increases your own station if he cares for you. He feels no sense of shame either. Thus his despicable acts have never haunted him, and never will. Draven is truly shameless, and will do anything to lift himself into a place of power.
History: Draven's short life has been filled with numerous twists and turns, so we shall begin before his birth. He is the only surviving child of Akili and Progue, and his lineage is his only power. Draven's father Akilius, better known as Akili was the disgraced prince of Jahmir. Akili was also the son of Cattivo and Samara, the former rulers of the mysterious lands. His father's past in unimportant, though the pedigree he provides has saved Draven's hide on numerous occasions. Samara, the adopted daughter of Akasha, and arch enemy of Mishka is the real rock in Draven's pedigree. Samara was a very interesting player in the formation of the lands now known. She was a power hungry bitch, driven by ambition, and destroyed by love. Traits that she unintentionally passed on to her grandson Draven. Draven knows nothing of his ancestors, all he knows is that his mother brought him back to the lands that his ancestors reigned in. Progue, Draven's mother provides nothing to Draven's strong lineage, she just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Draven has only met his father once, and has never seen him since. His mother tells him numerous and varying stories, none of which Draven believes, yet his mother is not a liar. His mother has simply lost her mind, and Draven does not hold that against her, even if she has slowly and sadistically killed off his brothers. Let the story begin...
The rain pelted hard the morning Draven took his first breath. His mother Progue had spent much of the night in labor, and by morning had delivered four handsome brutes. The first being Draven, followed by his larger brother Xander, a severely handicapped Moore, and a small one eyed brute by the name of Cye. The first days were simple ones, fighting, snuggling, and nursing. Draven immediately bonded with Cye, and that bond would only grow as they grew older. Upon their second month, they began to walk, and explore their surroundings, under the close supervision of their dam. Though one morning, things changed with the appearance of a white smokey wolf. The wolf that stood before Draven was dubbed their sire, and unlike most of his siblings, he didnt take to the stranger as most pups would. The figure that loomed before him seemed shady, and intimidating. Draven watched the brute with careful eyes as he lingered with their mother for a couple weeks.. yet soon was gone, and never returned. After that, their mother changed as well. She was no longer loving, and warm... yet had changed into a slightly deranged animal, something Draven no longer felt safe sleeping next too.
He was careful to avoid her when her mood shifted, and was lucky enough to find a place to hide to avoid her jaws. Draven always hid Cye as well, keeping his dark pelted brother safe. Yet one night, Moore was not so lucky. He was weakened by having his back leg slightly shorter than the others, and was unable to escape her jaws. Progue killed him without a care, their once loving mother had taken life. Draven was especially wary after that, but took quickly to hunting when their mother began to teach them. Though the moment her eyes glazed her quickly left the picture. He often saw his mom clawing at her face, and foaming. Draven was often confused by this, but experience told him to avoid her. Draven and Cye always slept in areas that their mother could not reach, and lucky for them they survived when Xander did not. It seemed as time passed the sicker their mother got, and thats when Draven took it upon himself to flee, with Cye on his heels. Though the one thing Draven had not considered was how hard it was to actually survive without their mother. Draven had gotten quite good at catching small mice, but that only supported him. He was now responsible for Cye as well, and well he could not carry the weight of both of them. Little did he know he would not have to.
As the days passed Draven began to notice a difference in Cye, he began acting strangley. The most common action being his uncalled for snarling, particularly at Draven. Then it happened, foam began to appear around Cye's mouth, and he began loosing control of his body. Draven was forced to watch his brother's battle with a disease he could only assume he had contracted from their mother. Draven watched in agony as his little brother struggled, often having fits when he attacked himself, stumbled, and whined in agony. Draven lost his heart in that moment, and when it began to hard to watch his brother struggle any longer, he left him alone. What happened to Cye still remains a mystery, and Draven often has gone back to the place in which he abandoned his young brother, and has spent nights laying where his scent is strongest. Yet as time passes.. the scent grows weaker and weaker, along with Draven's desire to live.
Draven was to the point of starvation when another wolf stumbled upon him. He could have easily been a meal, but instead the far merely picked him up by his scruff and carried him off. Draven did not fight at all, he did not have the strength to, nor the heart. The femme came to be known as Chorus, and Draven spent a couple moons with her. The fae provided for him, and he grew strong once again. Though as time passed, he broke away from the femmices, and headed to another land. Upon arriving their he joined his first pack. Shortly after he turned eight months. He continued to live and thrive in the pack for the next two years. Over these two years he learned how to hunt, manipulate, lie, and battle. He grew wise and strong quickly, and now that he is in his prime, the hunger for power is itching at him. But then again he got the itch to move, and has now found himself here.
Other: Would perfer to choose his own alphess
Sample RP:
The heat of the day had kept Draven in hiding. The large male had never been one to enjoy the summer months, much less be scene in a condition that left him vulnerable. Heat could be a crippling element, thus Draven perferred to wait until the sun went into hiding, giving birth to the glorious moon. This was his first day spent in the new realm, and right now he had gone unnoticed. His name had yet to leave another's lips, or rape another ears. He was a ghost, a timber, orange eyed brute that no one had yet to know to fear. Draven could play the friendly large male, the devious plotter, the sly seducer, or the weakling, his slate was clean. He was the actor, in this land was his stage. His cunning manipulative ways had gotten him far in his short life. He thanked his pedigree for his talents, his grandmother in particular. Samara had gained her power through battles, and her determined mind. She had betrayed, seduced, lied, and fought her way to the top.. and in the end lost everything dear to her. She lost her mate and her son. No they had not been killed but they no longer recognized the monster she had become, and thus they turned their back on her. She had lost everything dear to her heart, but in Draven's eyes it seemed worth it. Sacrificing ones heart and soul, to be a legend, seemed to be a fair trade. She died respected, and that was something Draven could not help but to drool over. To have all those that surround you, and those outside your realm talking about you, was something Draven craved. He wanted that type of attention, that type of raw dedication, and admiration. Draven would achieve that at any means possible. The evil hearted brute wanted to be more notorious than any of the rocks in his pedigree.
His father had never neared the greatness of Samara. The bi-colored eyed father had made his way to Beta under a very deceptive and dark male. That was to be his greatest achievement, other than siring Draven of course. Draven did not know much about his father, for he had abandoned them at birth. Draven's mother had gone rabid only months after giving birth, which resulted in the deaths of two of his brothers. Now that Draven was older, and wiser, he realized that he could have never saved Cye. Cye was doomed to die the moment he started loosing his balance and foaming. Draven had been smart to abandoned him before he too contracted the disease. The sun was slowly starting to dip down into the sky, and the moon slowly rose. A grin spread across his face as he watched this beautiful transaction. When night blackened the sky, it would be time for Draven to make his grand appearance. These lands would know his name before the next sunrise, starting with the leader he had heard so much about. His ears had been tickled with the gossip of the wolves who passed him during the day. None of them had scented him, or cared to search out the hollow brute. Draven laid there a bit longer, before he finally got the motivation to get up and move. With a shallow yawn he rose to his feet. Draven was massive, his shoulders standing 36 inches from the the ground his daggers now repeatedly stabbed. The weight on his frame was evenly distributed in the form of tough muscle. His skull was wide, and thick, and his muzzle wide, and full of razor sharp daggers.
Blood was still matted about his pelt from former battles, trophies in his eyes. He slowly crept from the gully, and made his way into a walking path. It was clear that both wolf and prey used this rut, and thus it was sure to lead somewhere important. He kept alert as his massive paws carried his large body down the midget road. His nose never stopped moving as he scented everything, how many males had passed, how many females, whether or not they were in heat, did they have pups, had blood been spilled? He was curious to know his new environment quite well, but more importantly he wanted to meet this female who was supposed queen of this realm. Pssh. Draven didnt plan on letting that be the norm for too much longer. Draven had the full intention to do whatever was necessary to bring himself to a place of power. He would kill for it, he would rape for it, he would deceive, betray and break hearts for it. There was nothing sacred to the brute, nothing. He would loose, eyes and limbs attempting to get himself a grown. His determination always remained hidden under the calm, sly exterior. He would never allow his intentions to be known, it would be foolish to trust. Draven knew better not to trust the likes of anyone outside of his own blood, and even then it was risky. As he entered the area, the scent of one female in particular became very apparent, and thus Draven had no choice but to believe he was nearing her kingdom. He smirked, before bidding her to greet him. "Come witch, show your trickery." he said. His voice a seductive, addictive sound, with a lethal undertone. Now was the true test, would the bitch face him, or just pretend she did not hear the voice that so longed to put her six feet under.....
Im not famous, im simply shameless..... Love, Draven
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Post by »Ιmαgε on Jul 7, 2009 12:38:42 GMT -5
Draven will be accepted as an Alpha, but as Dunen's Alpha; I think it suits him better. As for him picking his mate; Sorry, those are part of the wolf rules of Dachau. ;D
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Post by russie on Jul 7, 2009 13:34:11 GMT -5
I decline the position of alpha in Dunen. My wolf hates the heat, the desert is not a place for him... sorry.
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Post by rryke on Jul 10, 2009 1:08:25 GMT -5
Wolf's Name: Aarania Age: 4 years Gender: Fae Pack and Position Wanted: Dunen, Alphaess Appearance: Aarania's pelt is a rusty reddish color, matching the hue of the Dunen pack land dunes as the sun rises or sets over them. It stretches tautly over her muscled, yet refined frame. Though of average size, Aarania packs a punch in a fight. This young fae fights with her mind and speed more than brute force, always just out of reach of her attacker's jaws. With fluid movements, legs outstretched and then beating down on the sand, seeing her race across the desert can be nothing short of breath-taking. Her body screams speed in its every feature.
Golden eyes flecked with a rich amber color stare intently at seemingly all before her, taking everything in at once without missing a single thing. Observation is another sharp tool in her arsenal, always keeping her one step ahead of her opponents. Her eyes seem noble and haunted all at once, like those of a warrior who has seen just as many victories as defeats, always reveling in the thrill while never forgetting the pain.
A long scar running from the base of her tail to her hock on her hind left leg is a constant visible reminder of one of the times her speed and observation failed her. A few bare spots on her neck from a larger wolf's strangle hold also remain from a past battle in her younger years, and one strike on her back that the rest of her coat normally covers up.
Personality: The fae has a forbidding aura about her, though she is certainly more cuddly than some other wolves such as Draven. She is quiet unless she has something to say, as Aarania has no use for meaningless idle chatter. If she has something that she needs to say, though, she will certainly make herself heard, and anyone who fails to pay attention does so at their own risk.
Aarania does not fight unless it is necessary. She will make displays, growl, snarl, and intimidate her opponent into submitting, and if that does not work, Aarania will put up a fierce fight, using both her speed and wit to win. Sharp teeth and claws are also gifts of hers, used like daggers wielded with deadly speed and accuracy.
She will not tolerate disrespect toward her, and will quickly rebuke anyone who gets impudent. As a leader, she runs a tight, just ship. Aarania can be moody at times, but doesn't give punishments that are undeserved in her pack, and because of that, her underlings respect her. She has a keen sense of justice inside her pack, but it has become easy for her to be hardened to outsiders, viewing them differently. That hardened attitude has made it increasingly easy for her to kill and expand her territory.
Aarania doesn't keep many friends, and she has none so far. She views the pack as a group of wolves to guard, who need her. Perhaps she, too, needs them in a different way. She has power over them that she will not relinquish to another wolf willingly. If it is taken from her by force, she would be willing to lie, cheat, steal, and kill to get it back. She has killed before, and has a certain amount of callousness to her which would allow her to kill again. As long as she is on the top, she is content. Steal her position, though, and she becomes a different wolf. She's not bloodthirsty, she's power hungry.
Though she is not inclined toward love, Aaraina would be able to develop a closeness to the alpha who rules with her, depending on his personality. Perhaps she could love him, given the correct circumstances. Of course, it is just as likely to become a constant war. She does not take well to being told what to do, and resents it greatly.
History: Aarania began her life as most other wolves do, under the care of her mother and in the company of her brothers and sisters. However, Aarania's mother was beginning to age, and many of her pups were born weak, and some of them died not long after birth. In the end, three survived. Of them, Aarania was the strongest, smartest, and the most daring. She was a leader of sorts above her litter mates, keeping them out of danger when they ran into it. She loved them all dearly, and did her best to protect her siblings from harm.
They lived together until they all learned to hunt and care for themselves. Aarania was the one who would get into the most trouble, despite her keeping her siblings out of it, and was a constant worry for her mother. She feared that one day, Aarania would not come back alive. One day, instead, Aarania just did not come back.
Aarania and her brother, Flihirr, were out hunting one night. Aarania had told him to come with her, as they were going to find and kill the biggest game possible to impress her mother, the only person Aarania ever bowed to. Flihirr, trusting his sister, enthusiastically complied. "It will be an adventure!" Aarania told him. With that, they set out.
Foolishly, Aarania began to wander into places that she didn't recognize. Still, she had her mind set on the game that she would catch with Flihirr to bring back to her mother and sister. Determined, she continued on, getting more set on her goal the farther from home they drifted. Flihirr told Aarania that they should turn back, before it was too late. Her brother feared that they would run into another wolf in the wilderness and that they would surely be killed. Aarania, stubborn as she was, and cocky in her young age, refused to listen to her brother's wise advice.
It was not another wolf that they met, but men with guns. Aarania had been so fixed on getting her prey that she had not scented them and Flihirr was busy being worried about other wolves, so they were taken completely by surprise. Her eyes widened at the unexpected foes. Humans were something that her mother spoke of, a myth to frighten the pups into sleep. As they were ready to leave their mother already, this did not work on Aarania any longer. She was too brave for humans to approach her! They would never dare. Yet these creatures aimed their guns and fired. Moments later, Aarania was engulfed in darkness.
She awoke inside an iron cage that smelled strongly of a foreign odor, disinfectant. It hurt her nose, making her sneeze. Beside her, she heard Flihirr's whining in a neighboring cage. He had awoken before her, and was staring at her as if he was pleading to her to let her go. "This is your adventure," he seemed to say. "But this is enough. Please bring us home now." Try as she might, though, Aarania could not escape the cage, and she could not free her brother.
The men who had captured them dealt in exotic pets. They sold them to rich people, cheating them where they could and poaching from governmentally protected land. Aarania and her brother continually failed to sell to the rich clients the men had. None of them wanted a dangerous wolf when they could have other, smaller, cuter, and easier to care for animals. Eventually, Aarania and her brother were sold sight unseen as house pets. "They were rescues," one of the men said. "The people abused them, they're afraid of humans."
Ironically, that is what they became. New people bought them cheaply, and kept them in their poor excuse for a home. The man that lived there owned them, though they saw little of him as he was always at the bar down the street. His girlfriend would feed them until she broke up with the drunkard.
When the man came home one night, as he rarely did after his girlfriend left, he arrived to see his cat that lived there dead, devoured by Flihirr and Aarania. Flihirr was licking the bones after Aarania ate her share when the man arrived. In a drunken rage he threw a full bottle from the bar into Flihirr's head. With one quick whine, Flihirr collapsed and was no more. Aarania attacked the man both out of revenge and need for food, but he closed the door before she could get her teeth into him. The next day, animal control took her away.
Aarania was taken to a nearby vet clinic where they mended her the best that they could. She had an infection on her back from an old beer bottle that cut her deeply and was never treated. The vet kept her until that healed, then they released her where they thought she may have been found. Of course, this was a completely different place, though in the same region. She wandered for days, searching for her home with no luck.
Instead of home, Aarania found another wolf. She was in his pack's territory, and he come to investigate. The wolf was condescending, cruel. He insulted and taunted her. "Such a pretty young wolf," he grinned and advanced on her. Aarania snarled and bared her teeth. The wolf was gray in the muzzle, and some of his muscle had lost its tone. Clearly he was older than she, and unimpressed by her threats of growls, snarls, and barks. He rushed at her madly, eyes gleaming darkly. Other wolves were gathering, having heard the sound. Cautiously, they surrounded them as they watched this mad old wolf fight the young female. Aarania kept out of his reach as much as possible, but several times she came too close. He grasped her neck between his jaws and held her there briefly, but his grip was not as strong as it appeared, and she was able to escape. Brought close by his attack, Aarania's jaws delivered the final blow on this old wolf.
The wolf was Hirknal, Dunen pack leader. He was old and had outlived his station and had recently fallen quite ill. It appeared not to be terribly contagious, as no other wolves in the pack had been infected. They suspected that Hirknal had eaten some poisoned meat when he got too far from Dunen territory and neared a human camp. The humans had seen him wandering and after he'd attacked one man out of inability to capture his own prey, they left it for him. Aarania had beaten the other pack members to the punch and finished him off, becoming their new alphaess.
In the blood of Hirknal, Aarania found a new life, though nothing like she had wanted or expected. The experience with her brother hardened her into a different wolf, chasing any pup-like notions of love and faith away. She was a leader now, and she made herself live up to all challenges and expectations.
Other: None
Sample RP: Aarania rested on a tall dune, overlooking her pack. Rising behind her, the sun greeted the wolf who had stayed awake to see it. Everything seemed to be turning out for the young alphaess, everything was in its place. Memories of her family and her ordeal had been buried beneath commitment to the Dunen pack and the protection of its territories, which she had expanded since her rise to power. She laughed inwardly when she thought of the old fool she had defeated for her post. Approaching humans was idiotic, Aarania had learned that one the hard way.
Few wolves were up at this hour, and the ones who were milled about a distance away from Aarania. They had no business with her, they had nothing to report. Nobody was close to her, and only a few had reached out to her. They didn't need her as a friend, only as a leader. Several pack members' challenges had been shot down by her in the absence of an alpha, and now no one questioned her right to lead them. Under her, they had plenty of food and access to yet more water from the extra land that they had attained. Yes, some wolves died before relinquishing is, but more Dunen wolves were born from their actions to take their place. Balance was still maintained.
The cry of an eagle drew Aarania's attention away from her pack. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something move. It was only a hare. Already full from the night's hunting, Aarania did not chase it. These were the little things she'd learned to notice after her ordeal with humans. She'd dodged quite a few blows there by being observant, much more so than she had been when she was taken. Ignorance had cost her the home she once loved, and it was not going to take away the home that she had now earned. Aarania wasn't a foolish youngster anymore. That was only one of the changes that had been brought about by what had happened to her. Where before she enjoyed being with her siblings, now she was aloof. When she would have been talking, Aarania was silent now. To those who she would have taken pity on, Aarania no longer showed mercy. She wasn't just a wolf, she was a warrior.
(Uhg. I wrote a lot of this late at night. >.< Parts of the history are no good. I'll gladly change anything you'd like.)
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Post by »Ιmαgε on Jul 10, 2009 8:53:49 GMT -5
Accepted. Throw up ranks whenever you get the chance. <3
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Post by selantra on Jul 10, 2009 20:53:55 GMT -5
Wolf's Name: Indisil Age:3 Gender:Female Pack and Position Wanted: Alphaess of Asmeth Appearance: Lean and sleek, Indisil is a prime example of her species. Her pelt is a bright shade of topaz, her long stilt like legs ebony until they reach her shoulders and haunches.Her face is fox-like and angular, with a delicate head and a pair of round chocolate eyes.The fur around her eyes is black, an inky fur eyeliner, that proceeds down the length of her muzzle.A patch of white on her chest is the only break in color. Her mane is tipped with black, but still remains mostly topaz. Her tail is slightly longer than usual, though stillshort compared to the average wolf.The tip has been painted while, with black hairs infused randomly. Indisil, stands proud and tall, she carries herself well. She moves gracefully, with a long slinking gait.Her stride is ground eating,but her run is her most impressive gait.A sprint that rivals the swiftest of prey.
Personality:Throughout her life, Indisil has remained alive because of who she is.Quiet and reflective, her face impassive and her emotions guarded have kept her safe. She plays the part of demure nobility perfectly. She does not speak unless spoken to and when prevailed upon to speak she tends to mutter about frivilous conversation. She can aggravate some easily because she seemingly never reacts. When told her parents or dead, she simply stared glass eyed at Decletian and nodded.She seems disattached to everything around her.
It is not to say she does not have a personality. Beneath her quiet, cool exterior..she is conniving and at times sarcastic. She is not cruel, and can be compassionate. When her passion is provoked, she will fight for it.
Isil is a cynic and a pessimist. She refuses to presume good about anyone, and lacks trust in both genders. Being aloof,proud, and intelligent have kept her alive and she refuses to rely on anything else.
History: To understand my history, you must understand my people. My kind does not naturally seek the companionship of our own. We prefer a singular life or the presence of no more than three of four of our own kind.It was always meant to be this was. However, I was the daughter the alphas to a sole pack of Maned wolves. For three generations, my kind managed to live, eat,and sleep together; for some time there was actually a sort of tenuous peace.
My kind are somewhat Roman. We are neither kind nor benevolent. It ranges amongest individuals.There were few rules and even less law. Simply put, death without cause was punishable by death and the alpha was the leader.I grew up in that pack. At times, they were ruthless but I was the protected daughter.
Unfortunately, a daughter could not inherit the title of Alpha. An agreement was arranged between my parents and their Betas. The Beta pair had a son who was slightly older than me, but a pup who had been raised in a degree of power and thus the most befitting choice.
Decletian was a good match for our pack, he knew it inside and out. He knew how to command and lead. I fell in love with him, I would venture to say.I would retain the respected title of alphaess.However, the plan did not fall into place.Decletian had other plans, none of which included me.
At the time, I had been promoted to leader of the hunt. I coveted the title, and it gave me freedom. I was not confined within the walls of our society.My long legs were free to do what they had been built to do. I returned late in Autumn, the scent of home tainted by another.I returned to find that Decletian was Alpha, and a whore ,whose name was so insubstantial I never bothered to learn it, was now the new alphaess. Decletian had desposed of my parents. I was no longer the daughter of the Alpha, but an Exile.
I was greeted by his gloating gaze, his superior attitude abrasive to mmine. I was no longer welcome in the land. My name meant nothing and my title no longer held any hold.I could either leave on my own, be chased out, or killed. I pulled myself up to my full height, my face a mask, and I walked with pride to the border of the only home I had ever known.
And this is where my story begins here. I am a vagabond. I have no where to go and I no longer care.The future is all I have left.
Sample RP:
The soft crunch of leaves, their staccto punctuating the clean autumn air, was the first familiar piece of home.It was music to her ears, Indisil released the breath she had not known she was holding. It looked familiar, chocolate orbs devoured the soft light reflecting off the autumn painted forest.Gold and russet, in every shade of their spectrum,danced in the woods.A soft breeze tugged gently, a temptress that led noble leaves to a cold,slow death on the forest floor.Everything was how she had left it, the beauty of her home unscathed by any ill.It was good to be home.
A high pitched yip escaped her ebony jowls, an involuntary twitch of her stunted tail gave away her pleasure.Chocolate orbs danced,she called for a faster pace.Her long legs begged to be set free, to race toward everything she had known.Freedom was a tempting mistress, but nothing beckoned like the sweet familiarity of home on a lost soul.Swiftly, she led the group through the outer woods.Her body burned, her legs continued to plead, her salmon tongue contently undulating with each uneven step.She paused, her body stiffened, a look of confusion settled in the depth of her chocolate orbs.Something was not right.
Indisil frantically gulped down another breath, her infallible peace disrupted by this disturbing turn of events.She tilted her delicate head, a crease forming on her small forehead.Her face went blank, chocolate orbs glistening as if polished glass,hardening for a flicker of a second, before becoming unreadable pits.A shuddering breath, and she resumed her forced calm.Straigtening to her full height, her slinking gait reduced to mincing steps.Auds,twin peaks, swiveled forward and remained glued.Gone was the carefree leader of the hunt, pivoting around she faced her small pack.Concern dwelled on the face of Ceti, his brow furrowed and his eyes dark.The rest darted listless gazes to one another, understanding slowly starting to alight on their angular cunning faces.Decletian
The forced march did not last long.Every intake of breath was painful, each inhale a reminder of what she was to face.Each breath brought on the the tainted scent of her parents, a new scent neatly placed on top.It was the familiar spicey musk of Decletian and another weaker scent randomly scattered about.It too was familiar, but no face came to mind. The four beated thump of running pads announced the arrival of the welcome committee.A trio of young males approached the small group, a gloating gaze marking each of their superior faces.So it was true. Indisil, proud and tall, reviewed them with a reproachful gaze, arrogance flickering across her stony face.A high gutteral snarl escaped Indisil, dignified, a look of rage etched in her face for this indignity to her nobility. Ceti joined her, while the others of her group, watched unsure of where they stood."I am Indisil, and I wish to speak to Decletian."The trio exchanged harried looks, they understood who was in control, and yet their minds could not comprehend the exchange of power.Seething, brown orbs had evoloved into a shade lighter than blackest night.She had no time for this insolent crowd.She sprung forward, legs extending in a gallop, cleaving soft earth from its home, blind as the wind fought against her approach.She was deaf and blind, legs obediently leading her to home.The earth, every sacred inch ingrained in her memory since the day she was born. It felt foreign.
Relief flickered into her eyes, the gateway into her world, the long straight columned path of oak trees had not changed.Each stood slient and strong, inmovable in their granduer.Each tree blazed ruby red, their proud heads born far above the average trees.The earth was still soft beneath her pads,still wet and cool beneath her warm self.She gazed at each tree,proud just as she had been taught.Immovable and endless, they had been her greatest teachers. Never bow down and always look up.
A phantom appeared at the end of the corridor,his form unmistakable.A mammoth of a maned wolf,tall but still lean and sleek,Decletian had always been a proud bearer of the species' image.His russet hide,mostly unmarred except for the perfect round tuft of white fur on his chest,was silky.His comeley muzzle twisted, unnatural angles marring his face.He had once been beautiful, but now he looked deranged.Orbs sheened with a dangerous lust, not for her but for the power he now possessed.Umber lips curled into a laconic smile.[ b]Only nobility is allowed in these proud halls. [/b]. Chocolate orbs locked with his swarthy gaze, fury and contempt shot straight and true. "What have you done?" she managed a soft lilting whisper,venom seething with every short punctuated word.He had the audacity to look bemused. "Done?Why, what I was suppose to do.. Her composure was starting to fail her, "The plan! the calm voice breaking into a snarl. "Indisil, these are the last words I will ever speak to you.You are an exile and you cannot challenge me.Run and die in shame or fight for your senseless need of loyalty.You are nothing here. Her expression fell, chocolate orbs again unreadable pools,stared glassy eyed.Her ebony lips pulled back into a straight line,her face smooth of any emotion.She blinked, rigid and proud, she turned, head held high and walked out.The walk was passed in quiet indifference, orbs moving to neither the left or the right.Trained straight ahead of her,until she reached the border. She stood, nostrils registering a small group sent to make sure she crossed the border.One individual in particular came barrelling toward her, she stood still,her back toward home.The idividual slammed to a halt, long haggered breaths frantically trying to supply oxygen to his worn body.Painfully slow, she racheted her face toward him.Unreadable pools gazed into a pair of hazel orbs,desperate and pleading. "Fight him!", each word barked as he tried to calm his breathing.She released her imprisioned eyes, their depths revealing utter dispair. "Ceti,run and never come back.".He gasped as he started to protest, interupted as she slammed into him.He couldn't breath, her jowls locked around the tender flesh of his neck.Pressure was applied, and he winced.As suddenly as the pressure was applied it disappeared . "If I ever see you again,Ceti, I will kill you.I command you to stay here.This time she did not wait for an acceptance or denial, she lunged foward, forelimbs streching into a full run.They didn't follow her across the border, ten pair of dark orbs watching as the femme disappeared into the maze of the woods.[/size][/color][/center]
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Post by Pocket Kitsune on Jul 10, 2009 21:09:31 GMT -5
Accepted. You are free to post in your new lands.
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