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PLOT: One wolf exiled from his pack, one wolf a born and raised rouge. A wolf is exiled from his pack and on the hunt for a den and some food just to get through the day, but instead he encounters another rouge. How will their relationship grow? - CHARACTER FORM: Name: Age: Gender/Pronouns: Orientation: Role: Animal/Breed: Appearance: Personality: Other: |
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Name: Zephyr. "West Wind" Age: 4 Years. Gender/Pronouns: Male/He-Wolf [He/Him]. Orientation: Gay. Role: Exiled pack member. Animal/Breed: Wolf-Dog [25% Great Dane, 75% Gray Wolf]. Appearance: Height: 32 Inches Length: 6.1 Feet Weight: 108 Pounds Paw size: 4 inches wide by 5 inches long Personality: Zephyr's rudeness often manifests in a sarcastic sense of humor. He uses biting remarks and cutting wit to express his thoughts, finding amusement in the discomfort of others. Zephyr is all about getting things done efficiently. He has little patience for frivolous activities or discussions, preferring to focus on practical matters that benefit him. Zephyr respects strength and skill above all else. He is more likely to form alliances with those who prove themselves in physical or strategic challenges, rather than relying on social bonds or emotional connections. Zephyr tends to take time to trust and grow bonds with others. Despite his rough exterior, Zephyr's personality is shaped by the harsh realities of the wild, where survival depends on strength and dominance. His rude demeanor serves as both a defense mechanism and a means of maintaining control in a world where weakness is often exploited.
Other: Beta/Almost Alpha of the Wind Walkers or Wind Walker Pack before he was kicked out. |
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Name: Caine. Age: 4 Years. Gender/Pronouns: Transgender Male, He/Him. Orientation: Gay. Role: Rouge. Animal/Breed: Wolf, mixed with an unknown breed of dog. Appearance: Personality: Caine can often seem very cold and distant at times. Not because he chooses to, but because of his past experiences in life he has developed to be this way. Oftentimes, he doesn't like making friends, but rather acquiantances who he deems useful to him. Caine has been betrayed and backstabbed many times in his life by those he once felt close to him, leading to his strong distrust of other canines. He prefers not to let himself be too vulnerable to anyone in order to protect himself. Other: None. |
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Zephyr ✫ He/Him ✫ Wolf-Dog Zephyr stops at the entrance to the camp, he turns around to take one last glance at his once dear pack before stalking into the forest territory. After a moment he slams his paw into the ground, his mouth drawing up into an ugly snarl as rage pumps through his pelt. "How DARE they!" he exclaims in anger, barring his teeth at a squirrel that was foraging besides him. The squirrel twitches its tail and scampers up the tree. "How stupid of me! That could have been prey" he growls, a deep, rolling sound. Everything seems to be going wrong today... he thinks, shaking his head in disappointment in himself as he stalks away from the camp. I wish that stupid dog was never allowed into MY pack. Zephyr continues to walk through the dense forest, his short tail up in the air and his head held high despite his frustration. His whole life had been torn from him in a matter of seconds, one wrong word and he was kicked out as if he had meant nothing.
Zephyr finally reaches the border of his once precious territory. He takes a minute to take one last deep breath. Think of it as a new beginning, a chance to start anew and forget your past. He thinks, trying his best to convince himself he will forget about it soon. But I won't, I know I won't, I put my trust and affection into that pack and they chose some scrappy dog over me... he drops his head and gases at his paws. After a moment he picks is head up, shaking his coat. "Enough of this nonsense, come on Zephyr, pull yourself together!" he murmurs. Zephyr has always found it easier to help himself through difficult times by simply talking to himself. Some animals thought it was crazy, but to him, it was soothing. Zephyr steps over the small stream marking the border of the Wind Walker Pack and continues into the unknown. |
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Caine ◇ He/Him ◇ Rouge Caine sighed, stepping out of his den into the forest. He lived here on his own, but that was certainly nothing new for him. Since he had been a pup it had been nothing but betrayal to him - his father left when he was young and had came back later in his life to slaughter his mother. Caine padded out into the grass, tail swishing behind him. He never particularly fit in with most wolves as many considered themselves too good to hang out with him, being that he was a mixed breed. He didn't have a care in the world about that now though. Caine found himself perfectly content with being on his own. Who needs another backstabber in their life anyways? It was safer this way. Suddenly, his attention had turned to a squirrel. It seemed not to have noticed him yet, so Caine crouched into hunting position. Slowly, he stalked closer and closer to the rodent - though unfortunately what he didn't notice was a twig that lied in the grass in front of him. Stepping on the twig, the creature now noticed him and scurried, though Caine was not going to just let it go so easily. He darted through the forest, paws beating against the grassy earth as he pursued chase with a snarl. However, the creature - with its small size and agility - managed to escape his grasp. Instead, he now gazed at another canine. A tall, yet muscular dark-furred figure standing not too far from the nearby stream. Caine took a defensive stance, tail swishing side to side as he waited for the male to make a move. He didn't need another enemy. But he didn't want another "friend". |
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Zephyr ✫ He/Him ✫ Wolf-Dog Zephry suddenly stops and raises his head, his ears perk up as he scents another wolf. His eyes immediately start searching the forest before him. His gaze lands on a scruffy-looking wolf of some sort. A rouge he thinks, drawing up his jowls into a strong snarl showing off all his teeth. His claws dig into the ground, his muscles tensed and ready to attack. "Who are you?" he demands, puffing out his chest and raising his head higher in an attempt to look bigger. From this distance, he couldn't quite tell how large this wolf was. Hopefully, this will end well... his short tail begins to swing in the air as his gaze narrows in suspicion. "Why are you so close to pack territory?" he calls out. In reality, he doesn't give a damn if this rouge were to attack the camp. He could care less at this point. Zephyr quickly shrugs off the thought as he feels himself start to space out. It's not the time for his Zephyr he reminds himself, his stern gaze falling back onto the unknown wolf as he awaits an answer. |
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Caine ◇ He/Him ◇ Rouge Caine swished his tail, silently observing the male. He seemed to be a mix just like him considering he looked like no wolf he had ever seen. Despite his intimidating demeanor, Caine was not scared in the least bit by this wolf-dog, just rather a bit annoyed. "The name's Caine," he grumbled in a raspy voice, "and who are you?" He sat on the grassy forest and huffed, though not letting his gaurd down incase he needed to fight. He gazed piercingly at the unfamiliar wolf-dog. "What are you anyway, one of them pack dogs? As far as I know, this side of the stream is free game," he growled, "so if you're looking to start a foolish fight over some territory, save it." Caine continued to sit in place, not too close to the stranger to be vulnerable to any attack. He awaited an answer in anticipation. |
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Zephyr ✫ He/Him ✫ Wolf-Dog "I'm actually the alph-" Zephyr stops himself, pinning his ears he scrunches his face up into a stronger snarl. "I used to be a pack wolf. Just got exiled" he sighs deeply. Zephyr unpins his ears and lets his jowls drop slowly. He runs his long, pointed tongue over his teeth and relaxes his muscles, slightly. "My name is Zephyr, are you a rouge too?" Zephyr tilts his head and perks his ears in a questioning look, his gaze still stern. This wolf-dog or whatever it is seems to not be a threat... but I better keep my guard up. He straightens his head and shakes his coat, his tail and head still held high as he awaits an answer. |
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Caine ◇ He/Him ◇ Rouge Caine tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, a bit perplexed. If this wolf-dog really was telling the truth, he wondered why an alpha had been so easily exiled from a pack - and even more, why wasn't he being hostile towards him? Usually in an encounter like this the other canine would be growling threats at Caine, but not this one. Deciding not to ask about the exile since he considered it none of his business (and also the fact he really didn't care all that much), Caine simply stood up and padded slightly closer to Zephyr. "...I am. Been a rouge since I was a pup." He gave a grumble, lowering his gaze to the ground and back up to meet Zephyr's. "..You don't seem too ill-intentioned, but don't try anything. Trust me, I've been through just about every trick and lie. I'll shred your ass to pieces." |
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Zephyr ✫ He/Him ✫ Wolf-Dog As the wolf approached, Zephyr realized his size and gave a small snicker. Zephyr's smirk lingers on his face, "Don't you worry, I'm not the kind of wolf to do that." Zephyr eyes the wolf-dog carefully, sizing up his possible opponent. You never know, maybe this scrappy dog is trying to trick me. He pins his ears slightly, still on high alert. Just in case. Maybe this dog could be useful, I'll need some sort of place to rest before I even try to step a paw on this territory again... he thinks to himself. "Do you have a real den or are you always on the move?" Zephyr has a hundred other questions racked up in his head, but he sticks to the more important ones. For now. "How long have you been here, beside this territory? Were you going to cross over the stream?" Zephyr lowers his gaze, letting it rest directly on the other dog's eyes. He can already feel himself starting to soften toward this wolf, it scares him. Who does he think he is? Why is he so... friendly? Zephyr doesn't know what to feel at this moment. His instincts and everything he's ever been taught tell him to keep his guard up and stand his ground. Yet he just can't seem to get a grip on his emotions or reactions to just about anything. Interesting... he murmurs, his questioning gaze turning ice cold as he does his best to remain mysterious and hostile. - Sorry if that made like no sense, I stopped in the middle of writing that to take my dogs on a walk. |
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