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I just did, my apologizes. I'll be sending you a pm. |
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'Rena' Age 5
Gender Female Sexuality Straight Current Role Kappa
Role Aspiration Alpha Female
Pack credits to images, @HOTNstock on DA Rena at her best state of pride stands at 2'4 feet tall. Shes not exactly tall but not exactly short. Though when she respects someone she often tries to keep lower than their sight. When provoked she is a bit more taller often puffing out her fur to seem larger than what she is. She often is told to have good posture that keeps her level and swift on her paws. Though she often trips over her paws when not focused because of this. With sharp reflexes she usually saves herself and her pride when falling. Moving to her body structure, she has a firm yet soft looking form. With a more feminine look, but that doesn't mean shes soft when fighting, hunting, and etc. She has profound muscles hidden under her pelt that are fitting and firm. They don't make her look buff or muscular but they do fit her well for strength. When one studies her looks you could say she does have firm jaws built for crushing things between them. Including her unusally long fangs, yet shes never seen any fangs as long as hers. They're hooked on the end making her skilled in the hunting area. Shes more on the agile and lean side mostly. While her legs are perfect fitting to carring her swifftly. Her pelt is gray blended over with some yellow and orange that fades into a white at her legs, belly, muzzle, and paws. In the winter her pelt seems to grow even more bushy making her look a bit bigger than what she actually looks. She has an odd scar over her thigh that looks deep, something bad happened here. Though she doesn't remember very well what happened. Her pelt smells of conifers and pine woods mixed with rosemary. Moving to her eyes, her eyes are a pretty gold, green that shines lovingly on anyone at first sight. They carry a sense of firm yet gentle loveliness. She usually always is easy on her eyes but if angered or annoyed they can show boiling fury in them easily. Some could say the show off her emotions too much for comfort. Rena can be described as aloof and loving to most. Though there's always the flicker of fury in her eyes. Only some have seen her angry and they can tell you its not pretty. She isn't often mad though so usually you don't have to worry about her temper. You can always tell when shes on the verge of snapping. It's like a golden fire burning in her eyes. Moving on from her anger she is very trustful, she believes everyone deserves a second chance. Though there are some wrongs you can do that she will never forgive you for. Not many wolves have ever done such a terrible wrong to make her not forgive them. It has happened unfortunately and she often tries her best to forget it. Then theres her loyalty, shes worthy and loyal forever bound to her pack no matter what. Even if it mattered losing her life she'd stand by her pack daring the danger on. But don't forget her pride, shes a VERY prideful wolf. Her pride is a very firm thing that stands by her It's always her pride and dignity after her pack. She can also be said to be very funny. At her best shes always trying to make others laugh and shine. Aloof || Bouncy || Joyful || Two Sided || Charismatic || Wishful || Hopeful || Longing || Caring || Funny || Likes & Dislikes: She enjoys summer days that bring good sunshine to sunabathe She enjoys hunting patrols where everyone is determined and ready to hunt She HATES when someone takes their anger out on others with no reason She dislikes when its icy, she doesn't not like snow she just doesn't like ice Strengths & Weaknesses: Shes quite good at fast thinking but sometimes she can loose focus due to this. She also is good at proving her point often with a sassy look on her face. Though she does suffer from over thinking She can be bad at small area hunting or fighting, shes claustrophobic.
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RP example Rena deeply embedded in her sleep tossed and turned. Moss and bedding scruffing its way into her fur. The morning sun barely hitting in the den through the deep foggy, cloudy weather. She sighed deeply laying on her side in a good sleep. But as the sun rose more the cold started to seep into the den. Instinctively she curled up tail covering her snout. She tried sleeping more but a final gush of air woke her. Sighing she looked up, her beauty sleep ruined by nature. Her eyes looked out at the hazy sunrise, blurrily blinking the sleep from her eyes. The sunset was very pretty through the foggy and cloudy sunrise. The camp was silent, not a singing bird, just the sound of her packmates' heavy breathing. She looked around, eyes glancing over all the sleeping pack members. Sighing she laid her head on her paws trying to gather every pint of rest she could. She could tell it was going to be a somewhat tiring and eventful day. Her eyes shot to the den entrance watching as she procrastinated getting up. Yawning, she brought herself to sit up with every bit of willpower she had. The cold breeze hit her like a storm awakening her fully. As the cold hit her she puffed out her fur blocking the cold from reaching her warm embrace. She pushed her paws against the ground pushing herself up to stand. Her legs held her weakly as they started waking up from the restful night. Her front legs pushed out her back arching as she stretched. With a glance around she finally took some pawsteps towards the den entrance, the lighting brighter. As her head peeped out the entrance she sighed not much sunlight outside to see. But as she woke up her mood improved her thinking. Lifting her ears she emerged from the den with bits of sunlight dancing on her golden fur. She gave a shake making the moss fly out her pelt before she continued her stride. As she made her way out the den site area she wandered down to the meeting grounds. It was still early and she didn’t see no one else. She sat down, tail curled around her paws as she hid any hint of fear or nervousness with her pride. She held her chin high wondering what rank she would get.
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accepted, but are you able to make rena just a bit taller? 2ft is shorter than my shih tzu |
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Wolves are usually 30 inches tall, witch measures to 2'6 feet tall at the shoulder. But I realize that is rather small lol, I don't know why I put that there. (I made this oc like 2 weeks ago on low sleep probably) |
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Latte 
★ 6 years old. ★ Trans woman. ★
Bisexual. ★
Lambda ★
Aspires to be Kappa ★
Süd ★
Latte's base coat is white, with her coldest points being ochre. She has dark dapple on her back, head and tail. Her eyes are a dark gold, complimenting the ochre in her pelt. Her skin is a dark brown. Her fur is thick enough to keep herself and others warm, often her fur will be used to help insulate bedding. She is on the smaller side, being 29'' tall and weighing 110lbs.
Latte walks very light-footed, being able to gracefully walk over deep snow without a worry.
She has a slight limp from an accident in her youth. ★
Latte is quite outgoing, striving to impress those around her and overperforming to achieve that. She often stays up late just practicing her skills in hunting (and basic fighting, to defend herself, of course) so that she can be the best of the best. She holds ambition for herself, and doesn't plan to let that little flame in her heart be snuffed. She has a habit of getting panicked when things go wrong for her. For example, she fails a hunt. She'll often begin overcompensating for this loss and completely exhausting herself. This does lead her to walk around like a 100 year old ghost. Latte is pretty quiet, she's not sure if he has selective mutism or just gets too tired to talk. Latte can be considered aggressive, or more, defensive, she takes things seriously, especially if they target her or those she cares about personally. Her fuse is short in those situtations. Though there isn't overly many wolves she cares about at the moment, she's rather on her own. Generally though, she holds herself at a high standard, so she doesn't plan to always bark down everyone's throats for the tiniest thing they do. That'd be barbaric. ★
Latte is a Süd wolf, born and bred. Her parents, and perhaps a majority of her family were all epsilons. Great ones, at that. As a young pup Latte always had aspirations to become an epsilon like her parents, and like her sister, as most young pups do. However, when the time came, Latte was just... too small to fight like that.
Latte had to become a lambda, which was a disgrace to her parents. Their son? A lambda? When they worked so hard to make her grow up strong like them? And their parents before?
Latte's parents worked her hard to at least be the best lambda there could be. However, it was never enough. Her parents were harsh and all she did was never enough. This harsh young adulthood left a long lasting impact on Latte and she still struggles with not being good enough. To add on to it, Latte had begun to have confusing feeling around being male. Everytime she was referred to with 'he' left a sick feeling in her stomach she couldn't place. She, unfortunately, was stuck with these feelings for far too long, until she broke down. She felt weak, crying. It was probably the first time she did ever cry, because she had grown up to know crying was weak. Her saving grace, her sister, who had also struggled with these feelings for a while had helped Latte discover she was a trans woman. Surprisingly, Latte didn't feel as wrong with this and she felt she should. She gained the confidence to tell her parents, and other wolves only over a short time and was actually very surprised she was met with no hate. Even from her parents. Her parents had begun to grow old near that time, and passed away soon after each other the next Winter after it. Latte couldn't say she was unhappy to see them go, after the treatment they gave her in her childhood, but she was happy they died with two daughters, not two sons. ★
Latte has a sister, Macchiato. ★
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Name: Flicker Age: 4 Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight
Current Role: Upsilon Role Aspiration:
Eh, she's fine where she is, she doesn't want to lead Pack: Süd Appearance: Credit goes to Khalliysgraphy on DA . Flicker's fur is mostly ivory-white all over, with a scattering of tiny dark specks on her chest. She has a dark gray-black patch on her back near the base of her tail, shaped a little bit like a saddle (not that wolves know what saddles are...). The insides of Flicker's ears are a pale shade of charcoal gray. Her eyes are dark amber-brown. . Flicker is not very large, being about 2.3 feet tall. However, her small body, along with her ability to move very carefully and quietly, makes her a great Upsilon. Personality: Flicker is generally a quiet wolf. She's not very self-confident, and prefers to avoid situations in which she has she assert herself or speak to a large crowd. Flicker is very reserved, keeping her thoughts to herself unless pushed to speak. She doesn't get angry easily, being calm most of the time, but when she does, she pretty much becomes quite unlike her usual self. The only emotions she shows off are anger and irritation, and everything else she keeps to herself. Flicker either trusts completely or not at all, meaning to either has nothing, or eveything, to lose if something happens in a relationship. She's not particulary sociable, but is willing to chat once in a while or make a few jokes. Flicker tends to think to much about something, meaning she agonizes over every decision for ages until she finally decides. She is very sensitive and hates it when she gets made fun of, and usually retaliates with an angry, snappish remark. As stated above, she is content with her role and is happy to simply stay as an Upsilon because she doesn't like to be any kind of leader. Relatives: open RP Example: The sky was steadily turning from orange to pink to dark blue as Flicker ran along the cliff faces overlooking the valley. Shadows from cliffs higher up the valley dappled the stone her paws were on, making her fur look gray. . She paused and looked up. The stars were starting to appear in the darkness, each one twinkling brightly alongside the moon. Flicker had always been partial to stars. She had been named after them, after all. The stars flickered; her name was Flicker. For a moment, she stood frozen as her eyes sought out the largest star. When she found it, she spent another moment staring at it, watching the gleaming spot in the sky. As she watched, clouds drifted slowly, lazily across the light of the moon, briefly concealing it before drifting away again. . She turned her sight back to the stone before her and began to run again, gingerly leaping from one craggy rock to another until she was in the valley. The grass was soft, a sweet contrast to the rough stones of the cliffs. Flicker paused to take a drink at the stream; the water was cold, but refreshing. She shook her head to clear stray droplets of water from her muzzle, then darted on silent paws back to camp. Other Info: *shrugs* |
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Macchiato
Age:
6
Gender:
Demigirl (transfem)
Sexuality:
Bisexual; has male preference
Current Role:
Epsilon
Role Aspiration:
Beta
Pack:
Süd
Appearence: (Description of at least 5 sentences required whether or not an image is provided.)
Credits go to me (old art jumpscare) Macchiato is a tall, muscular wolf standing at 30" tall and 6' in length, weighing a solid 150 lbs. Macchiato has a thick coat, being pale in coloration. Her base coat is a pale grey, her muzzle an ochre color and her cheeks having a warmer beige tone to them that compliments the ochre. Her ears are tipped in a darker beige, as is her tail. These are the darkest points on her body. Her undercoat is a creamy off-white, covering half her face, her entire neck and throat as a "mane," giving her long socks and high underbelly, and half her tail. Where the white meets her base coat on her forelegs, there is a splash of ochre, while from her stomach to her hind legs theres a streak of beige. Beige also coats her tail where her undercoat meets the dark beige tail tip. A streak of much brighter white is on her chest, as well as on her paws in minimal amounts. Off white covers her eye lids, a brighter white dotted at the front of each lid. Her thick brows are also an off white. Macchiato has a build suited for a fighter, something likely result of genetics considering her family were all epsilons as she came to be- the only exception being her sister Latte. Macchiato is muscular, having been especially trained to manage despite her disability. She was born missing a right back leg, however this did not deter her nor her family from ensuring she continue to follow in their footsteps. Macchiato has a charcoal colored nose and paw pads, the insides of her ear however being a more muted reddish hue. Her body holds a scar on her back just past her shoulder, visible mainly on her left, that she gained from a battle with a dispersal. The scar matches the same reddish color of her ears. Her eyes are a muted brown, not a bright color in comparison to her sister. Her teeth are a yellowish color, similarly to her claws.
Personality: (7 sentences minimum required.)
Macchiato is a wolf who prefers to cut right to the chase. She isn't fond of fluff, bluffs, or stalls- unless it serves the pack in meaningful manners. Other than that, she will ensure that her time is not wasted. Being an epsilon means you need to be prepared, on your toes, and always there to serve. She will do this until the day she dies. Serve and protect, so to speak. She holds ambition, one day hoping to be appointed the next beta of the pack, how much of an honor that'd be. There is not much life that can be noted outside of work for Macchiato, after all she was born and raised for this. What else is she to do ? Of course, she will hang out with her sister Latte, the coffee-named gals that they are, but that's close to it. If she is not out fighting, she will be training. If she is not training, she is resting to prepare for the next day, unless she has found that her and her sister have free time around the same time in which case she will remain close with her instead. Macchiato has a relatively good relationship with her sister, having been close since childhood. They were close as males, then close throughout their transitions- which arguably brought them even closer together because of the discovery and encouragement they gave one another, and close to this day. She will always love her sister, and will defend her to her dying breath- maybe even more so than her own alpha, as horrible as that can be to hold your sister as equal to the alpha in importance. Not that she cares, she would not openly admit it to anyone therefore there is no offense. Macchiato, love her sister as she may, does not love the rest of the pack as much as she does her dear sister and her beloved alpha. The pack she respects, don't get that wrong, and she will protect them because it means protecting what her alpha has worked so hard for, and who is she to deny such a beautiful thing ? Macchiato likes some of them, but tolerates other, since not everyone is someone she is willing to enjoy the company of. She can only handle so much. There is actually very few times in which Macchiato has felt love for someone else. She loves her family, that is a given, but she has something that impacts her- her personality, her mind, her heart. She is different to the average wolf, but not in a way that may make her stick out wonderfully or horribly. It truly depends on who is seeing her. In a working standpoint, this is incredibly efficient for her, but in other aspects it is not. The closest she has felt love for someone who is not her family is her alpha, and there is no telling, in her mind, what love it is. She loves her alpha as a devotee loves their god, but sometimes it can be argued the love borders a sickeningly romantic edge. Desire, in a way, or something else. It simply cannot be determined. Macchiato endures episodes, as she calls them, where she is apathetic and abrasive. She has experienced this episodes since she was about 6 weeks old, some sort of event or something having triggered the first. Macchiato is unsure what though. During these episodes she is entirely disinterested in others, only caring for herself, and prefers to remain alone and unbothered. If approached, she will not engage, and if annoyed she will be sure to speak bitterly and with extreme disinterest and hints of hatred. These episodes often range between several hours to a day, the longest having lasted 3 whole days. While Macchiato does not often care for these episodes, she will always alert her sister if she feels the early symptoms of an episode and will inform her beta as well so that there is clear communication.
Backstory:
[insert ash baby reaction image]
Relatives:
Sister- Latte
RP example:
Uh lazy I have one for Mothball already
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