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(Exciting stuff!) Ruin | Morte | Male | 4 | Mentions: Everyone indirectly, ArgoniaRuse | Chasse | Female | 4 | Mentions: Nyx, Kira, Arko,
Ruin's mind had accidentally drifted from topic to topic as he sat there, waiting for Skelest to order them out. Unlike other Morte, he was simply thinking of the interesting human ways, however odd they were. The construction of their dens was solid, unbreakable. Not all of their prey tasted like... prey. Meat. He had tasted some strange stuff in their camp before. One of them he particularly enjoyed were some savory white and yellow... things(eggs, particularly, over-easy). Not to mention their different pelt colors. They were the colors of flowers, with different patterns and textures. Purples, pinks, bright yellows and some natural browns. What was it all for?
His thoughts were interrupted quickly by the sound of Skelest's voice, calling for his pack to enter the underground. The rapid sound of pawsteps alerted him that his packmates were already swiftly on their way.
Ruin jumped to his paws, taking the stride of an easy lope towards the tunnel system. His gait suggested he was rather calm, yet engaged in this activity, rather than extremely excited. For a morte, this was usual business. It didn't mean the experience was any less, but it simply meant he knew how to keep his wits about him in these tunnels. One wrong turn could result in getting lost or separated from the pack. And who would want to miss out on the fun of tonight?
His thick brown pelt was splattered with the wet muck as he loped upon it, resulting in dirty paws and legs. Whenever a splotch would get his stomach, he would internally wince at the idea of trying to groom himself later.
The darkness was nothing that deterred him from the task. Even though he may be near the back of the group, if not the last, he was still going to navigate himself. Just because others were leading now didn't mean he could get lazy now.
The male's paw step rhythm was interrupted by another set of paws. Ruse. The morte glanced over, his striking golden eyes met her icy gaze. "Ruse. Hello there."
"Hey." She paused. "Whats a morte doing all the way back here? Shouldn't you be up there helping lead? Or perhaps eating humans?". She continued to stay in pace with him.
"Nah. I can give them a little fun, I suppose. Ya know, I know these tunnels too well. Let them have fun trying to navigate up there." He would have shrugged if he could stop. "How about... you?" He turned his gaze again, only to notice the female's icy gaze was gone, along with her rhythmic paw steps.
The lithe female had loped ahead, leaving him alone. Obviously, she had tricked him. A small chuckle could be heard not too far ahead, but Ruin simply continued his pace, exiting the tunnel within the next minute. He had emerged just soon enough to see the lithe silver wolf trot off alone towards a pile of human objects, scouring through it with a careful nose.
Ruin made his way towards a lonely path, finding his own pile to search through. The brown wolf gave a satisfied huff when he found a few scraps to collect, along with a torn, but warm and cozy blanket for bedding. He was about to pick the items up once a howl sounded. The familiar howl of Argonia. She had a meal.
Ruin rolled his eyes. Blood had already been shed this night, whether it was due to Argonia's hunger or being provoked, he didn't know. But it wasn't unlike her to have a kill every trip.
The brown wolf took the blanket in his jaws, dropping it off at the tunnel entrance before finding Argonia over the body. He approached with his usual relaxed gait, with a little bounce in his steps. In the dim light, his striking golden eyes glowed eerily, but with a hint of charm and amicability. He gave a low rumble, "Ah, fresh meat. How swell." He came to the food, dipping his head down to take his first bite.
"I knew I could count on you to feed me every time we come here." He smirked. It was just a joke, no matter how true it was. Her aggressiveness often provoked her into gaining the first kill. It wasn't like he didn't try to kill, because he did. But why go waste effort when she was willing to share?
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Ruse had been slinking through the shadows of the town, admiring a few human items in the piles of their junk. She had already found a few helpful things for the pack, along with some things for herself. The silver female had grabbed a key chain. The key chain had a single, loop connected to several keys, all shiny and different shades of silver or even plated gold. It was pretty and interesting. Not to mention, the sound of carrying it about was sharp and metallic. Ruse liked it.
Of course, carrying the keys around would make her less stealthy, for there was almost no way to keep the key chain silent, unless she held them all firmly in her mouth, but some of the strange sticks poked too harshly. Ruse had been dropping off her item at the tunnel entrance for later when the sound of urgent yelping caught her ear. Was it Arko?
Partially out of curiosity as well as protectiveness, she ventured after it, once again being the agile and silent wolf. When she came upon the scene, her icy eyes went wide. A pack of dogs was around the corner, along with Arko, Nyx, and Kira. Ruse hurriedly jumped beside them, bristling her neck fur and giving a ferocious growl towards the mutts.
Her form was elegant and sleek, with long, slim legs and a narrow, tall frame. She was not muscular, as most wolves were, yet she wasn't scrawny. In a fight, she relied on her agility and speed. She rarely could pin another wolf in a fight, and most of her tactics composed of quick snaps and jabs of her claws or fangs.
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Name: Macabre Age: 4 years Gender: Female Desired Rank: Pack Member Captive or Wild: Captive Appearance: Macabre has an elegant and sleek frame with long, slim and nimble legs and a narrow body. She is quite tall, sometimes coming pretty close in height with male wolves, and is often a little taller than females. Her body is equipped with slim, but strong muscle, just enough to give her body some definite shape, yet no bulge of muscle in any area. In fact, when her fur is wet down, her true form seems pretty skinny. Macabre's soft pelt is a dark shade that resembles an eerie misty blue hue. White markings are a striking contrast along the ears and tail tip, along with thin, soft stripes that mark her legs. The fur that covers her shoulder is darker and has no blue tint to it. Macabre's eyes are a striking indigo with a few lighter specks of blue in the iris.
Personality: Macabre is pretty independent, even though she is a captive born wolf. She does not rely much on the humans, and pays no mind to them, or at least, as little as possible. Thus, she relies on other wolves just the same, as minimally as possible. Macabre can usually be found alone, in her own territory which she has marked for herself. Often she is out hunting or sunbathing, another activity she enjoys.
Even though she is pretty solitary, unlike the usual characteristics of a wolf, she can be kind and sociable.These traits are ones that she doesn't show often, and only will once the wolf has gained some of her trust. Which actually, isn't too easy or hard for her. She is more than willing to allow someone to hunt for her or to go fetch something. But it often ends up with her doing the work herself as well, just in case. This being said, she is pretty active and hardworking, even if she doesn't have to be. Macabre has a hard time staying still for too long. The wolf has a lot of energy and likes to spend it when she pleases. This can range from hunting, fishing, tracking, or simply exploring. But this is the happier, more trusting side of her. Before one gets to see this, they see her more introverted, somewhat stand-offish side. Macabre usually observes others before she makes an attempt to approach them. She is a shadow in her own right. Her presence is always there, somehow, even if it goes unnoticed. She is pretty stealthy which allows her to watch others, sometimes without them noticing. This doesn't mean she is quiet, however. When she feels like it, she will voice her opinions. Even threaten others, if needed. She holds the ability to grow from stealthy and observant, to bold and dominant. However, most situations won't call for that. Hopefully. She holds herself to a higher standard than others. She does not go low because others are. If the rest of the wolves reduce themselves to mere animals without morals, she will not do the same. Macabre will stay true to her own beliefs, no matter what anyone else thinks. She is strong willed, and it is often hard to change her mind. History: (optional) She is captive born. She grew up in sanctuaries and protected parks and such. She has only been relocated a few times. But she had a 'normal' life for a captive wolf. She grew up with parents, learned how to hunt, and adapted to what some wild wolves may had adapted to.
Other: I love wolves.
Macabre does hold freedom with great importance, but does not know the true meaning of it.
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Edited at August 17, 2020 12:46 AM by Red Moon
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Edited at August 17, 2020 12:46 AM by Red Moon
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Name: Roulette Breed: German Shepherd Age: 3 Gender: Female Physical Description: Credit: Lakela @ DA, stock image Roulette is a stunning white shepherd female with dark amber eyes. She resembles her breed exactly. She is about 23 inches tall, with a lithe, strong build. Roulette has tall pointed ears, always giving her an alert, bright look. Roulette's pristine coat has a nice fluff to it, with gentle ruffles by the base of the ears and around her paws, as well as her tail. The rest of her pelt is pretty thick and straight. Personality: Roulette is not as nice as she looks. She isn't cold-hearted, but she certainly isn't all about making friends. She does fine when she is alone, as she can easily occupy herself. Roulette is the type of dog who can sit alone and chew on a toy or a bone and take a nap and be perfectly content. But in company, she is not nearly as relaxed. She is always uptight and brutally honest, no matter who she hurts. Outspoken and rash, she often gets into a few fights. Some of them she can handle, others might require another dog to interfere before she gets ripped to pieces. But no matter the result, she is always prideful. It is hard to get a confession or apology out of her. She enjoys holding grudges. Roulette can be manipulative, often controlling others to do her bidding, or just for fun. None of her intentions are fatal or deadly. They are usually just for her own amusement. She uses her appearance to flirt with any hopeless dogs as well. But it would be a shame if they got caught up in it, for she never intended anything serious, ever. Roulette needs a trusty companion to keep her out of trouble. Someone who will look out for her and keep her in check. Somehow, she always wanders into trouble one way or another. Posh and clean, she expects things from others frequently. She has a bad habit of judging others before getting to know them.
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Name: Faline (fuh-leene) Age: 3 Gender: Female Rank: Spy Wanted Rank: Spy (happy where she is) Running Rank: NA Description: Faline has a lithe, slightly smaller frame. She has elegant, long legs with lean muscle. She is great with agility and speed. But her shape doesn't help much in the fighting or battle. Her pelt is a unique mix of brown shades and white high lights and grey, with icy blue eyes. Personality: Faline is naturally sly and cunning as well as manipulative and resourceful. Training to be a spy and working as one for her pack has groomed her into a dangerous enemy for anyone. Throughout the entire draining, rough process, she found a way to separate her 'work self' and her 'true self'. She mainly portrays herself as she would for any mission. Secretive, sly and cunning. Stealthy and silent with almost no sign of her presence, she is one of the most skilled. Make no mistake. She is always watching and analyzing others, even her closest pack mates. Even though she understands the difference between her work and being free, she does find it hard to truly open up. This results in her keeping a cold shell around others. She does this in order to have no weaknesses, no feelings for others. She is afraid to be hurt and afraid to be abandoned, therefore, she finds it best no never have someone, so she wouldn't lose them. This is her true self. She is actually extremely sensitive, but can hide it easily. Not only this, but she can be extremely caring as well as undoubtedly loyal. Faline is very much in tune with her feelings. A trait which is almost always hidden. Faline also tends to fall pretty hard for wolves, almost always taking a short, but strong, interest in one. Again, it is hidden under tough layers of spy techniques and behavior. Under all of it, she is just a normal wolf, though. Training for a spy and being a spy took over her young life. She grew up in a twisted situation, but some of her normalcy is still there. Background: Faline was part of a darker pack before this one. That is where she was trained at a fairly young age for the spy role. She excelled, and proved to be very effective as well as skilled. She made a mistake, though on a mission, and now a pack wants her dead. She ran from her previous pack for her safety, and found this one, where she lays low and keeps her past a secret. Other: 108648 |
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Name: Revon (Rev-on)
Gender: Male
Age: 3
Rank: Hunter
Desired Rank: Happy where he is. Would not do well anywhere else.
Appearance:
Revon has a average build and height for a male wolf. He is a little shorter than 3 feet by a few inches. His muscle mass is about average as well, if not below. He tends to rely on defensive moves, mostly, as well as dodging and tiring his opponent out before aggressively attacking. Thus, he has excellent stamina and endurance.His pelt is a red merle pattern which is blended upon his back, mostly. It melts into a solid silver/white by his neck and belly. He has two rings on each foreleg by his carpals, which are rather uniform and well placed and nearly symmetrical. Two dark black tear drops lay on his face, a perfect symbolism of his rather disturbing personality. Two copper eyes peer at others. The strong color is often betrayed by his rather sad or fearful emotions.
Personality: Revon is rather strange. His personality switches between a few common themes and feelings throughout the day. Sometimes, he can be rather social, though. Revon usually enjoys having company to talk to. Though, his topic of discussion usually drives them away quite fast, unfortunately. He prefers to talk about darker topics, such as death and the meaning(or lack of) life. It is clear he is troubled. Though, no one quite knows if he is putting on a show or is actually mentally disturbed.His talks can be rather deep and interesting to the right wolf, as he is somewhat philosophical. His ramblings can either be seen as genius or extremely bizarre.
Revon dwells in sadness most of his time. He can be found wandering the territory blubbering about and talking to himself... or maybe he is talking to something? Someone? It is unclear, but he does hallucinate quite a bit, often talking or looking at something that isn't there. Others may think he is haunted by something, but it is simply because his unfortunate past(look at backstory). Because of his rather demented thoughts and attitude towards life, he takes too many risks too often. Revon flirts with death, finding a love for gambling with his own life. To satisfy his desire, sometimes he would settle for gambling with bones with someone else. Though, it is not quite the same. Revon can have ""good days"", when he acts quite normal and even happy. He can have episodes of high energy which can quickly lead to darker episodes with him pushing the limits quite far. If someone is not there to wheel him in, he can get seriously injured. Either way, good day or bad day, his loyalty to his pack is ingrained into him, somehow. It may be the only thread that keeps him sane. Where ever he is, if a packmate was in need of his help, he would come rushing to their assistance without a blink. Even though he is very unstable in solitude, he is very dependable for his pack mates and friends.
Backstory: Was born into another pack somewhere far off in the distance. It is unclear where he grew up. But he had a rather normal upbringing. He was quite... normal. But one night his pack was separated and kidnapped by humans for experiment purposes. Revon was one of them. The experiments they conducted have permanently scarred him. The chemicals have lasting effects, such as his common hallucinations and his tendencies to gamble his life. Anyway, eventually he was moved back to the wilderness and he was taken in by the pack.
Crush/Mate: NA, but open, if anyone is interested lol.
Skills: Has very complicated thinking. He is rather agile and quick with good stamina. He is very loyal and dependable for others, but is actually nearly self-destructive.
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Wolf Name: Reven (Ree-ven)
Age: 4 years old Gender: Male Rank: Beta Male
Description: Reven has a dark pelt of blues and blacks and the occasional sprinkle of a deep red underneath. The dark blue pelt is so dark it almost looks black, but has a gentle, subtle shade of blue if one looks close enough. Some hickory colors are laid underneath the dark pelt by the haunches and flank as well as the tail. A rather ominous look is achieved by his red-colored throat pattern, which almost looks like real blood. A pair of emerald green eyes pop out from his dark pelt. Reven has a large and strong build as well, making him tower over other wolves by a few inches, usually.
Personality: Reven is very good at his job. He is a perfect fit for the beta male spot, and has proved his worth time and time again. Not only is his personality and demeanor well-fitted for the position, but his appearance as well.
Reven has exceptional leadership skills. He is able to give sensible orders to wolves as well as evaluate each wolf of the pack and understand where they would do the most good. Reven is quite understanding and perceptive. He can understand others well and their motives and such. Even though he can understand others, he doesn't let them get away with things they shouldn't. Being a beta makes it so he can discipline others and call them out if they step out of line, which he won't hesitate to do. Pack safety comes first, and if anyone is threatening it or violating it, he would be quick to put them in their place. Thus, Reven is very loyal to his pack. He would do anything for them. However, he does have a strong moral compass and mostly does the right thing almost all the time. The only times that he wouldn't would be in a dire situation. And even then, he would probably beat himself up for it later. Reven seems serious at first when he is on the job, but on the contrary, he is quite casual and friendly when he can be. Reven is social and fun, often stirring up some mischief when it is acceptable. He not only enjoys company of others, but may even be a magnet for it, as he is quite the charmer if he wants to be. Mate: Beta female? Crush: OPEN Pups: NA Family: Deceased
Background: He grew up in the pack and was born there. Blood through and through. He worked hard and moved up in the ranks until he was gifted with the role of the beta. However, his mother and father both died. His father died in a fight against rogues and his mother died from sickness. He has no siblings that live within the pack.
Other: Rathianic
Wolf Name: Scarlett
Age: 3 years Gender: Female Rank: Loner
Description: Scarlett has a dark sienna pelt with black markings on the tail, paws, eyes, ears, legs, and shoulders. She also has an elegant, lithe build which is made for agility and speed rather than brute force.
Personality: Scarlett is resourceful and cunning, as she must be in order to survive alone in the wild. She is calculative and quick-witted, often able to make up some plan in a matter of seconds if need be. Living alone for most of her life has toughened her and made her strong. She is not afraid of others easily, but is instead cautious. And rightfully so. Living alone without anyone else is hard. But she doesn't know life any other way.
A cautious wolf at first, but when she gets to know someone well, she will learn to trust them and will eventually open up. She usually will say a few sly words and phrases, often trying to dodge any major questions or suspicions. She can be manipulative and can try to persuade wolves to let her walk away. A silver tongue is one of her most valuable assets.And even though she is used to running away from company and avoiding others, she can be social if she wanted to be. Scarlett will eventually learn to enjoy company. But in the face of immediate danger, she tends to go into fight-or-flight mode, making her either quite elusive, or a worthy opponent. Mate: NA Crush: Open for ideas Pups: NA Family: Not important
Background: Grew up as a rogue and eventually left her family behind to strike out on her own.
Other: Rathianic
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Deja Vu Rendezvous Satina
Cadre
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Red's Character:
Name: Satina (suh-teen-ah)
Age: 3 years
Gender: Female
Appearance:
CREDITS: Jaded-Night-Stock @ DA Satina has a similar pelt of a border-collie. Though, she is not purebred, and has some other mixes as well, though none as prominent as a border collie. Thus, she sports a black and white pelt, with the black layering over her back and haunches and first half of her tail as well as her head and ears. White drips in at her nimble and thin legs, belly, tail tip, and muzzle. Her body is of a lither form, rather than strong and brawny. Her legs are long with lean muscle. At the bases of her ears lay soft tufts of black fur. Satina's tail is a plume of black and white, long fur. A pair of dark brown eyes are rather not striking, as it blends in well with her pelt. However, they do have some type of evil glint in them, sometimes. Because she is a stray, her pelt is a bit more rugged and sometimes ruffled up. However, her ruffled fur doesn't give her a lazy nor messy demeanor, but rather a more wild and untamed appearance. *No collar or frisbee, it was just the pic I found.
Personality/Backstory: Satina has been toughened up by her rather challenging life. She lived with a nice family for the majority of her life, but roughly a year ago, she was abandoned. The family had to evacuate due to a major storm and weren't able to take her along as they were forced away quickly without much time to prepare. The massive storm wrecked much of the town and the surrounding area. Satina was left at the house, which was extremely damaged and almost a pile of rubble in the end.
Satina had to quickly adapt to a life of a stray once she realized she was truly on her own. Thus, she began to live off other humans, sometimes earning a few scraps from passing strangers in the town. Satina had grown used to being alone and watching out for herself.
When she got used to being alone, she had to learn the rough way of how to defend herself from aggressive dogs as well as the dog-catcher.
At first, she can be rather cautious to trust others. Satina looks out for herself before anyone else, a reason why she barely has any friends, if any at all. She is rather blunt and honest, not being afraid to say what is on her mind. Satina also has a hard time holding her tongue, which can get her in trouble with any dogs with a short temper. What makes it worse is she also has a short temper and isn't afraid to bite.
While first impressions may be rough, she can also be sarcastic and has a streak of humor. While her life is a struggle sometimes, she is rarely down and negative. Satina is the type who is rather positive and even bubbly. She enjoys her freedom more than anything else and will fight for it dearly.
With a cold, hard outer shell, she can be rather stand-offish. Yet, if one gets to know her and gains her trust, they would see how truly strong and brave she is, as well as adventurous and daring. Satina would rarely back down from a fight or even a dare. She craves to impress most she meets and prove them wrong(something that she can get in trouble doing often). She also takes pride in her achievements, one of the most brilliant one is simply staying alive.
Extra: Hmm.. I might add more later.
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