Name: Zre

Age: young adult?

Gender: female

Pack: Blood

Rank: Bettess

Appearance:

Personality:  Cold hearted and harsh, she is not a wolf one would like to meet in the woods.  She is powerful and knows how to fight, her speed no doubt her biggest ally; allowing her to chase down many opponents, using her power to defeat them.  Her small size puts her at the disadvantage at times, due to the fact her body size is slightly smaller then those around her.  However, wolfmates (enemies and packmates alike) know she is a force not to be messed with.  Her personality is like venom, sending trembles through those she glares at.  Her anger always takes control.  Her fury is quick, overcoming her at times.  Despite her personality flaws, she knows when to respect or attack.  She is quite bright; full of knowledge that she often dosnt put to good use.  She has a tendancy to act before thinking.

History: *growl* no one knows.  horrid.

Crush: pshh.  open?

Pups: nu

Other: nope ^^

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Name:  Moug/Rein/Pin

Age: all young adults

Gender: males

Pack: blood/lone/aqua

Rank: warrior/none?/hunter

Appearance:

 Moug

rein

pin

Personality: Moug: quite strong and wise.  One of the model figures for a warrior.  however, he tends to follow in his sister's league and hold a harsh heart.  He refuses to be forced into doing tasks.  And hardly shows respect to even the alphas.  For this reason, the pack threatened to chase him away.  But his sister always stepped in.  He dislikes the authority forced upon him by higher ranks, and can usually be seen alone.

Rp it out for the rest.

History: rp it out

Crush: open?

Pups: nu?

Other: moug and zre are siblings

Name: Most people call him It. (He doesn't have a name, being an illegitimate child.)

Age: Older teen.

Gender: Male.

Pack: Loner.

Rank: Loner.

Appearance: It's blanket of lush ebony fur rests upon his malnourished, scrawny build and medium stature, numerous gleaning white scars covering its surface. He is blind in both eyes, giving them an entirely alabaster glow. His fangs are large and as white as his eyes, as are his claws. His ears are fairly large, covered in dense battle wounds. Despite this, he is unmistakably beautiful. He has heightened senses. Think of the marvel superhero, Dardevil.

Personality: It is quiet and introverted to those who don't know him, but is very flirty and talkative to those who do. He is a troublemaker, and a menace to society, but most wolves strangely enjoy it when he visits them. He is an impossibly skilled fighter, never losing one fight after his first, and very protective and territorial of his friends. He is romantic when he tries to be, but also very mysterious, hiding his dark history in his fathomless alabaster eyes.

History: It was born to a famous Alpha and Alphess years ago who led the AquaPack. They saw his blindness and rejected him immediately, his father attacking him and giving him wounds, seeing him as an unfit heir. It grew strong in the outskirts of the territory, secretly. Years later, his parents had a child fit to be their heir, and It killed the child in the dusk of night, and ran away to the BloodPack. It became a fierce warrior, but was one day questioned by his peers of his history. He left, and has been a rebel ever since. He is famous for his history, rumors of him spreading until both packs had heard of him. Since no one can prove these accusations, It was never tried for murder.

Crush: Seneca or Fae, but still open to others. It is very... x3

Pups: None.

Other: It hates authority.

Name: Fae

Age: Adult

Gender: Female

Pack: BloodPack

Rank: Hunter

Appearance:

Personality: Kai very shy, so she stays away from other wolves and trys her best not to be noticed. Rp the rest out. :3

History: N/A

Crush: ........

Pups:

Other:

It's blind eyes glazed alabaster in the foggy moonlight, brisk air flowing through his ebony mane. He gnawed at dirt-ridden gashes along his haunches, reminders of his last gory battle with a strapping BloodPack male. The fight was over in minutes, his foe overcome with pain so that he suffered a horrible death.

It smelled the air, which was fragrant with the scent of freshly laid blood. He felt the chilled air against his several wounds, and regretted not being able to feel it on his numb scars. He tasted the humid air, smiling at the familiar sound of a howl in the distance.

He faced the sound, and ran. Exhilaration was his only feeling, adrenaline piped through his veins.

It wasn't long before he stood just outside the AquaPack boundaries, the place that he once called home. He heard whispers of wolves warning others that he was there, and smirked at his popularity.

Welcome home, It.

Faint rays of sunlight glimmered through Starfrost's make-shift nest, warming Starfrost'e pelt. her eyes fluttered open, observing everythign around her. she was dissapointed to find that she was still in her crappy den living in her battle-loving pack. Why couldn't she be starfrost, Alpha of BladePack, instead of Starfrost, the nobody. She let out a sigh and climbed out of her den, feathers clinging to her pelt from her bed. She shoot them off, jumping when someone sneezed. she turned around to see Fae, feathers still on her nose. starfrost braced hersef for another sneeze.

Fae played with a mouse that had wandereed in her den. The reason she was up was simple, she didn't sleep. She let out a bored yawn and watched at the mouse frantically scrambled here and there, trying to escape Fae's claws. A bird flew past her den, crowing. Fae jumped, allowing the Mouse a few seconds to skitter away. Sighing, she walked out of her den to see starfrost. She opened her mouth to speak, but a feather landed on her nose, causing her to sneeze. Then another. "Mirning," Said Fae, embaras.sed.

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Nyght poked his head out of his small den. Yawning, he scrambled out. "Good morning--" he started, then remembered that he was all alone. A small whimper escaped hit lips as he jumped up a tree and looked down at both oacks wantingly.

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Calyx slept in her den.

-fail-

It braced himself, and strode in hesitantly, surpressing the urge to sprint through. He skipped through towards the denning area, and sunbathed behind one of the dens, crouching so no one would notice him. As far as wolves were concerned, rogues weren't always welcome and could be attacked lawlessly, especially It, who was Public Enemy Number 1 no matter where he went.

It was silent for moments, when suddenly he heard a faint noise through the wall of a nearby den, using his unnatural hearing.

The noise was a snore.

He laughed incessantly, and crept closer to hear the noise better.

Calyx turned over and curled up in a tight ball. Danger! A voice told her, but of course, she ignored it. The only thing she wanted was to sleep. She swept her tail over her muzzle and snored softly.

-fail-

      A white male wolf padded menacingly out of his den, tail half-raised. He shook his coat free of bedding, and panted happily, much like a pup. The day was warm. He padded silently over to the stream that surrounded their camp, and began lapping up the fresh, cool water. He lay down on the stream's banks, satisfied, waiting for orders from the alpha.  

      He wondered what it would be like if the two packs weren't fighting. They could be one big pack, or happily neighboring packs that sometimes mingled to find new mates. He watched as other wolves woke and emerged from their sleeping places. They were his brothers and sisters, basically. He'd been with them all of his life. He watched as some of the wolves p*censored*ed, and some of the wolves entered. None of them really stood out to him. 

      He closed his eyes and began to daydream as he let the sun warm his fur. It quickly battled through his thin outer-coat, but it took a little more time to get through his thick, inner-coat. Either way, within a few minutes, the wolf Zodiac was content.

It crept silently into the doorway, smirking mischeviously. He lay in the doorway, the floor much more comfy than the rocky terrain outside. He had gotten no rest from the night before, during the fight. He was sure all of the BloodPack members had discovered the wolf's corpse laying outside of BloodPack boundaries. But before he was up to run again, he needed to sleep.

He dreamt of his late father embracing him, his mother smiling at him, his eyes blue ad beautiful like everyone else had.

His dream shifted. He sat next to a beautiful wolf, her blue fur glstening in the sunlight, sharing the meat from a large stag. But, wait. They weren't eating. They brought it to a litter of adorable, screaming pups, who embraced them as they entered their large, beautiful den. The cubs' eyes were only partially open, and they grabbed onto It's fur...

And the dream shifted again.

It was alone, chomping on the skull of a baby wolf, his ex
pression full of bloodlust and hate. Two wolves, his parents, were crying in a corner. The male wolf sprung forward, but It ran, straight into his own grave. It cried, but no one could hear him. And then the dream became pure alabaster.

It whimpered in his sleep.