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RP between Nyctea and M I S E R Y. Do not post unless your name is written in the title, but you're welcome to read through! :) |
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⌯ Samra ⌯ samrah Age: 4 Gender: Damsel Rank: Lead Huntress Desired Rank: Head Warrior Pack: The Warmane Empire Appearance: Samra is a full-fledged Timber canine, despite the mere contrast in pattern and color. She's a gangly-limbed damsel, lean but built with nimble bearing, having a sashaying-like stride based on her formation. Her fur is viscous and pubescent, though some areas across her physique have a threadlike texture, for instance--her mane. Fluffed out and not primped, it's the shoddiest zone on her frame; coaxing her to appear more ominous. She is not stout, but neither weightless--adequate poundage with some fat lumping around her abdomen. She's an enthusiastic canine, on foot hourly, there and here, participating in the recurring hunts to increase her prominence status in the empire, so the muscling on her physique cocoons alongside her hirsute stilts--though to see them, is impossible because of the consistency of her fur. But to notice the might in her stilts amidst particular hunts emits enough. Samra has beautifully rouged irises, henna-hue tinctured, they have a lidded cast with an impish glint that just adds to her pizzazz. Samra has a bushy plumage, generally set against her stilts since Samra cannot emit dominance like an assertive dame could, but to endeavor and flaunt some of it--Samra can do, however, it might look too feeble to deter an outlander from her presence. So her physique bodes in a combative state, to hint that Samra can--indeed quarrel. She has a stagnant, fluent, and feminine voice; comes off as assertive and clamant, and gets very threatening and ear-splitting if she's vicious. Samra reeks like dewy earth, sort of muddy, intermixed with rotten, wet wood. Personality: Samra is very disdainful of her interests, opinions, and needs. She puts her own self in first place and tends to get out of hand if someone else tries to meddle and say their opinion directed to her that doesn't please her heart. So then, Samra becomes melodramatic and spiteful, spitting crude comments, and nipping back with her keen canines, coaxing them to apologize and meander with a puckered plumage between their stilts. It can be anointed as egoism. Purely prudent of her appearance. However, past one of her stormiest traits, Samra is very competent and calculative. Savvy and has geese skin in verbal or physical conflicts. She cannot get impacted but can get enraged. And has the proneness to put the flunkee in their place. Despite her status as a huntress, it's practical in case of a sudden incursion on the hunting grounds, always hailing her to accompany any hunting parties so that if there's a gadabout, Samra will take care of it. She's a little hothead, grouchy, and cannot stand insolence. But Samra is rational, gives good opinions, and can be analytical if their opinions align. She's a good schemer and takes on the toll to be the guide of the hunt, calculating and clarifying how the pursuit will unfold, ordering every canine chaperoning her to be prudent and how to complete the ambush without acquiring a life-long scar. Through the thickness of her goose skin and the unapproachable side of her, Samra has a good heart, takes consideration of her hunters and huntress with stoniness, and makes them survive some of the hardest quests in the course of rougher seasons. But to be affectionate and sweet, Samra remotes from--it's not her persona to be an affectionate dame, having her own manners of presenting love even if it might seem treacherous and brash. Likes: --Respect --Compliments --Hunting --Fishing Dislikes: --Damsels --Disrespect --Downpour --Failure Strengths: --Reflex --Nimbleness --Sturdiness --Intelligence Weaknesses: --Peevishness --Climbing --Avarice --Surliness Mate: N/A Kin(s): Open! Relative(s): Open! Crush: N/A Extra: (wolf from Lakela on DA) |
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〚 K A I S E R 〛 . Age: Four Gender: Masculine Aroma: Pine . Pack: Lunar Kingdom Rank: Lead Scout Desired Rank: Content . Appearance: A handsome young male, most would describe him. Kaiser gets his looks completely from his father. He is a nicely groomed juvenile with little to no scratches visible. Kaiser is average in size, standing at about 29 inches and weighing approximately 140 pounds. He is very active which results in him appearing to have slight muscles here and there. He has a cunning expression that allows you to wonder what the male is up to. Kaiser has long thick fur that helps keep him warm in the colder climates. . When you take one look at Kaiser, you'd immediately think of the beautiful season of Fall. His pelt ranges from many different colors including light browns, dark browns, white, cream, and a little black. He has white undertones that compliment the rest of his body very well. The base coat of his pelt is an orangish-tan color that looks glimmering in the sun. He has dark brown/black specks that cover his back and most of his neck and tail. Kaiser's ears are outlined in a dark brown that give them a distinct look. . Kaiser's posture is always confident. He holds his head high with might. Seeing a melancholy expression on the male is quite unusual. His bushy tail is never tucked between his legs and his ears are always high on alert. Kaiser possesses piercing dark brown eyes that always have a slight shimmer added to them. His nose is charcoal black which matches the specks that shower over him. Personality: Kaiser is a very quick witted male. He has the ability to catch onto things rather fast. He uses this to his advantage when completing tasks such as fighting, hunting, or scouting. He is described as very intelligent for a juvenile. Kaiser trusts his instinct as it has always proven him correct. He is quite a mature male, at that. He cannot stand immaturity or ignorance, as his parents taught him better. He is very respectful towards others and hopes that they return the favor. . A flirty male, most would say. Kaiser respects all females and will sometimes throw in some sly compliments if he finds one he is very fond of. However, the thought of being tied down has never crossed his mind. He is a very picky male and has not yet found one that he would want to spend the rest of his life with. As of now, Kaiser is simply living his life to the fullest, and if some female walks by that he is attracted to, then of course he will shoot his shot. . Overprotective is Kaiser's middle name. His instinct is to protect those who are close to him. Even if it means putting his life at risk. He is not afraid of losing his life if it means his beloved gets to live another day. He might just be a juvenile, but he will still put his all into making sure others are okay before himself. Kaiser tends to take the blame for situations that were simply not his fault. He begins to fall into a dark hole that is hard to escape. Kaiser is a very caring wolf but if you break his trust, it will be very hard to gain back. . Likes: + Fighting +
+ Females +
+ Warm Weather + Dislikes: - Immaturity- - Ignorance - - Boredom - Strengths: + Quick Thinking +
+ Reflexes +
+ Brute Strength + Weaknesses: - Stamina - - Agility - - Swimming - . Kin: Open! Affiliations: Open! Crush: Open! Mate: N/A Offspring: N/A . Other: {Credits for all images go to @Dark-Wolfs-Stock on DA.} |
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Samra teetered though complied with a nod of her cranium before the lead head deserted her silence-drawn cove. To be awoken by the emperor seemed abnormal and to be instructed to lead the hunting squad bristled her fur. It was — too soon. Sooner than Samra foreseen or fancied. But by the emperor's demands, Samra obliged and lurched to her feet, ascending off of the leafy-strewn ground on her talon-sheathed treads. The dawn had just stirred, illuminating the welkin with its pastel hues, inducing the tufts of clouds to bestrew across and scatter elsewhere whilst the air bode frigid and breezy, coaxing her flesh to spread with a freezing tingle. But the freshness of the ambiance was spiriting and her verve increased to the utmost as her mandibles dipped agape, the pristine air wadding her chest until exhaling. Though as Samra meandered in a haze-like stride, scrambling through the briskly light-altering clearing, her throat thundered into a croak. The chesty bellow split into the air as a signal — beckoning the shikaris to stumble out of their residences into the destined position, Samra wanted them to be. Fluffing out her fur by jostling her figure, Samra's fervent, clouded behold fixated on the first canine that stumbled out of the cove — Marut. A less competent brute, though in the process of understanding the whereabouts of his status, he was comprehending how to be the best shikari in the empire, a tier under her, that's what Samra thought and wanted to consider— Samra cannot be transcended. ''Starting soon—is there a reason..'' Marut muttered, his voice lined with heaviness and weariness, slurring his comment. Samra blustered, but instead of responding to his statement, Samra summoned another, yet mightier bellow from the chasms of her chest, clenching her mandibles as it resonated amongst the burnishing campsite. It was enough to coax the rest of the shikaris to meander out of their coves, limping over with lidded gazes and jumbling strides, lining in an erratic line as they endeavored to focus on Samra stand tenaciously in her area, flitting her plumage. ''Requested by the lead head, I recruited you all to go on a hunt, despite the earliest hours of dawn, we have no alternative but to comply-'' Samra eloquently said, tipping her chin in the air to flaunt her eminence. The plebes seemed idle or even sapped to move a muscle and strain their bodies for a hunt, though no protests were uttered, so with that, Samra turned and meandered forward, directly into the verdant treeline. |
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The sun peeking through the cave was enough to wake the brute. However, the commotion outside is what caught his attention. Kaiser stood to his full height, a rather stocky build he had, before exiting his cave. He glanced over and noticed his sire, the Alpha Male, standing on the announcing rock. A meeting was clearly taking place. Kaiser lowered his head when he peeped his father glaring at him for being late. Kaiser quickly stumbled into the crowd, awaiting for his father to start the meeting, his mother standing right beside him. The male's gaze drifted over to the curious wolves, some seemed angry. Kaiser listened as the Alpha continued the meeting. That is when it snapped in Kaiser's mind. The meeting was about the border. . The border seemed to be a constant argument within the pack. Between intruders crossing it, or one of our own simply being curious and crossing it. The Alpha goes on to say that one of our own had crossed it and was never seen again. The mystery constantly clouded Kaiser's mind. He knew there was another pack on the other side but it surely couldn't be something his own pack couldn't handle. But Kaiser didn't want to jinx himself. He was growing bored of the meeting very quick, it seemed to be a daily routine. . As the meeting went on, the male instantly knew where this was leading. A scouting mission. And as the lead scout, he figured that's why his father was glaring at him. "I am requesting the Lead Scout to take a few of you and make sure the border is free of any unwanted visitors. If you see anything, report back to me. Immediately." Kaiser heard the Alpha say. He knew there was plenty of hungry males within the pack that were itching for a battle. Kaiser, of course, couldn't let that happen. The meeting was dismissed and Kaiser instantly had wolves biting at his paws for the scouting mission. "I am taking Loki and Corvus. End of discussion." Kaiser dismissed the rest of the pack and got his two packmates ready. . Kaiser was fairly confident he wouldn't see anything out of the ordinary. After all, it is broad daylight. What could possibly happen? Though, he was quite hesitant about the two wolves he had picked to come along. Kaiser trusted them. But he knows even his own pack mates can be quite shady. And with him being the Alphas son and all. However, his thoughts contradicted themselves. He knew the two would be dumb to pull anything on him. |
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Mumbles and critiques were discussed behind Samra, as the unit of four couldn't contain their comments. It didn't pester Samra, though it disheveled her to relish the scene and the lulling noises of mother nature. ''North has no odors—'' Marut chimed, croaking out a sneer of displeasure. It was irksome to entail a prolonged troll, a hunt that lasted for more than an hour, all the pursuit and snuffling out was overrunning her, especially when no odors were approaching in the frigid air. ''We have the chance to fish. Samra is a good fisher, maybe she'd finally orient us-'' Talena inquired, unraveling her figure into Samra's vision, Talena's plume flitting against her stilts as the toothy-grin plastered across her muzzle. ''You're not a nursling, figure it out,'' Samra responded, least bit unfazed but the chagrin was definitely laced in her tone. ''And even so, we are not permitted to approach the rivulet because of the occurring havoc between the opposite empire,'' Samra added, craning her head to Talena and Marut. The pair that bode close to one another, ogling Samra with some sort of precise understanding even if their behold seemed vacant. ''But famishment we have to quell somehow—the streamlet is theirs and ours. We both share it, they shouldn't find it an issue,'' Buniq mustered after drowning in utter stillness, just listening to the miniature banter. ''Father's instructions—no approach.'' Samra chimed with a brisk snap of her mandibles, coaxing the canines to tauten with clenched mouths. ''We can hunt in the grassland, but keep your distances. And if there is a position, an encounter with them. The best direction to give is—to flee.'' Samra retorted, inducing the canines to nod and settle back into subordination and adherence. Without another comment to the recruits, Samra brushed past, settling into a weighty gait as the team meandered through the ankle-high plateau. They were close but bore adequate distance from the rivulet. More concerned about the vacant prairie than the border. |
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Scouting with these imbeciles was enough to frustrate the male. They wouldn't stop bickering about the border and the other pack. Kaiser groaned in annoyance. He heard one of the males make a snarky comment towards him. "Who bit in your bone today? It's not like you're doing anything about keeping the borders safe, alpha's son." Said Loki. Kaiser growled before pinning him to the ground. "I can get you exiled within the blink of an eye if you don't keep your maw shut." Kaiser snapped before Corvus tore the two apart. Kaiser scoffed before flicking his tail. "Let's go." The three males kept walking, noses to the ground ensuring there was nothing out of the ordinary. . The males perked their heads when they heard a rustle hiding in some bushes. "Finally! An enemy." Loki said with a grin as he crouched down. "Shut up!" Kaiser shouted as he crouched down in front of Loki. If anyone was going to catch anything, it was going to be him. Without hesitation, He pounced into the bushes. The other two males were in high alert, but soon dropped their guard when Kaiser came back with a deceased rabbit. "Dinner." Kaiser said with a smirk, seeing the annoyance all over the males' faces. . The three continued on, the rabbit still locked in Kaiser's jaws. "Now, if we were to cross anything unusual, think before you act." Kaiser assured the males. Kaiser was never one to kill on sight, that's what makes him different from his father. Kaiser shows mercy. But he will act if he has to. Corvus alerted them, interrupting Kaiser's thoughts, ensuring he picked up multiple scent. The three treaded very carefully and on high alert, prepared for anything. |
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Samra swiveled amongst the treaded verdure as the three canines meandered and scrunched ever-so-slightly, the fur adorning their backbone bristling—alerted gesture. Her mind was a bog of haze, bewilderment wadding her mind before Marut with a blistering bound, hurdled forward, tearing with the utmost momentum he had left. There were no odors to make Samra get ahold of his brisk stir, nor any indication of movement, so with his impulsive strike, Samra snarled and hopped into her snappy gait too, not able to muster a comment or a shout due to his vanishing figure meddle with the vegetation in front. The lingering shikaris; Talena and Buniq tailed in cadence, their burly limbs thundering on the earthy, grassed ground as they hunted after Marut, who had disheveled alongside the rivulets' lofty weeds. ''He's not ceasing!'' Buniq roared clamantly and distinctively for Samra and Talena to hear—Talena responded with a mere snort whilst Samra had her keen mandibles clenched with a vice grip, irises clouding with elusive bitterness. And nuisance with his uncommon outburst. Though before Samra mauled him to the ground, nipping him with her foresaw wrath, Marut bode like a rockesque statue—tense as his plumage lined directly from his stilts. The fragrance of numerous wolves had gotten her nares wadded, each inhale of breath made her savor the pungent odor of those ghostly canines. The unfamiliarity made her heart waver and lobes swivel lower than expected, voice protruding monotonously. ''Marut, turn around and dash,'' it was an order, given by the earnestness bleeding from her tone, but Marut just craned his behold at Samra, squinting merely. ''It's them—isn't it,'' he asked oblivious but inquisitive at the same time. ''It's an order—no questions asked,'' Samra sounded ponderous, but the uneasiness seemed more perceptible. |
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