The wolves of Viruarya-UPDATED

((Ooooh, I wanna join. :3 I'll be working on some characters!))

Sounds interesting....-types away-

FORM FOR YOUR WOLF:
Name[please be unique, a meaning is preferred]: Fleta (it means swift if you were curious)
Age[in moons]: Er....three moons? I always thought a moon was a month, but six months at a time just makes it easier for me
Gender: Female
Spot wanted: Beta, I guess. Sounds fun.
Physical Appearance: Fleta is a pure-white fea. Er...well, she should be. Her bright pelt is often stained with mud due to all the running and exploring she does. She has a thinner pelt than most wolves, giving her a slender appearance. She has amber eyes.
Personality: Likes to run, and explore, as you mighta figured out by now. She is highly curious and brave. Standing up to wolves twice her size doesn't scare her. She is also fairly intelligent, which comes in handy coupled with her speed, because she isn't very strong.
Brief History/Background: Fleta is a wanderer. She's used to being on her own, and going where she pleases, but the prospect of making friends within a Pack lured her to settle down.
Roleplay sample[1-3 paragraphs preferred]:
The wind felt good. Not too cold, not too strong. Just right. Perfect for running. Fleta stretched out her body, and stood up. The wind blew softly again, penetrating her thin white fur, but she didn't mind. After all, it was only a breeze.
The sky had been dark as midnight only a few moments before, but now the first beams of moonlight were cutting their way in, faintly illuminating the world below in a pale silver light. The wind blew again, gently shaking the branches of the smaller trees and bushes. Fleta breathed in deeply. Yes, it was a good night to run.



Name[please be unique, a meaning is preferred]: Callous [Friends usually call him Cal]
Age[in moons]: 4
Gender: Male
Spot wanted: Anything
Physical Appearance: Callous is a dark, dark, dark coloured wolf. Oh, wait, there's a colour for that. Black. Yeah, he's a black wolf. He has a slender build, and well-defined, powerful muscles. His claws, too, are onyx-black, but the very tips of them are white. His eyes are apparently a dark blue, almost indigo colour, but he'll just say they're black to be simple. Half of his right ear is missing, but he usually doesn't go into that story.
Personality: Callous is, well, as his name implies....Callous. He usually uses common sense to make decisions, not emotions, and is never won over by sob-stories or puppy dog eyes. However, despite this, Callous likes to have a couple of wolves he can call friends.
Brief History/Background: Callous lived in an 'overly-friendly' Pack of wolves. They always shared prey with other Packs, and fought with diplomacy, not claws. Feeling that his Pack was losing the idea of what it meant to be a true wolf, Cal went searching for a Pack that wasn't afraid to fight tooth and claw to defend their wolfhood.
Roleplay sample[1-3 paragraphs preferred]:
Callous drew his lips back in a snarl. His ears were flattened against his head, and he moves his body around in a circle, never taking his eyes off the opponent. The creature opposite him was nothing more than a housedog. A Doberman might seem intimidating to the average wolf, but to Callous it was nothing. Just another easy kill.
He left, landing easily on the Doberman. It just wasn't quick enough for Callous. It howled in pain as Callous knocked it to the ground. He let go of it. Winded and bleeding, the Doberman ran, Callous watching it.
Chased off your own territory, Callous sneered, watching it fade into the distance, and they say dogs are descended from wolves.

You mighta guessed, but Fleta is in Upper Pack and Callous is in Lower.

[Callous and Fleta are accepted! I will add them to the lists! You may begin to roleplay at anytime!]

Name[please be unique, a meaning is preferred]: Leafe
Age[in moons]: Five moons
Gender: Brute
Spot wanted: Alpha male, but since he cant have it yet, just a regular male wolf
Physical Appearance: Beautifully colored Siberian husky and Wolf mix, he is dark brown with a lighter shade of brown where husky markings would be, a thick, large curled tail and broad shoulders. His legs are long but muscular, and his head is large and narrow. His eyes are dark blue with a hint of lavender and green.
Personality: Loving, usually, but he isn't afraid to stand up to who he wants to and he also isn't afraid to kill.
Brief History/Background: Leafe's mother was killed when he was very young for "betraying" her husky heritage by mating with a wolf, so Leafe was taken in by an escaped white tiger, Snowball. Snowball raised him until Snowball got sick from an unknown illness and died. Leafe then found this broken-up pack and joined it, hoping nobody would care he was partially dog.
Roleplay sample[1-3 paragraphs preferred]: Leafe sniffed the air. Nobody was around and nobody could see him. He gently waded into the river, trying to be as quiet as possible without attracting any attention. Swimming like an otter, he crossed to the other side without any hesitation and bounded out almost silently, panting, heart bounding.
The wolf-dog took a look around and scented once more, knowing that he was in new territory. He could smell the scent of an alpha female, and a lesser ranked fae. He flicked his tail, noticing there was no scent of an alpha male, or any males for that matter. Good. This was just how he had planned this.

((Thanks! Wanna RP?))

Name[please be unique, a meaning is preferred]: Adriano, meaning Dark
Age[in moons]: Four and a half
Gender: Brute
Spot: Alpha Male
Physical Appearance: Adriano is a huge, barreling wolf with a thick bone structure. His skin is singed terribly[explained in history], although it's hard to tell unless you claw away his fur, which is a deep onyx-black. The midnight color implies the meaning of his name. His eyes are a striking, beautiful sapphire blue. They're bright and curious, kind of like a puppies would be. He is very strong and has rarely broken any bones, on the exception of his left rear paw, which was torn in battle. There's a huge gash running through the pads of that foot where the rival had chomped down. His left ear is torn, although most don't say much about it, as it is not noticed most times.
Personality: Adriano has kind of a split personality. Although he may seem tough and mean on the outside, on the inside, he's having a conflict. There's a wolf, deep down inside of him, that wants to start everything over again. He was simply born into the evil family, and feels that there is no way out.
Brief History/Background: Adriano was born four and a half moons ago. He was born into an evil family of evil ways. He was raised on fight-or-flight, and had to kill his siblings in order to earn the spot as heir to Lead Male. He was so messed-up and brain-washed when he was a puppy that his other siblings had suffered his wrath. As he grew older, he got much more fierce. His dad had snapped at him once because Adriano had called him a horrible leader, that he should be leader. That's when the battle broke out. Adriano, thinking as much as a rock, killed his father, his mother, then started to kill the pack. After they were dead, he rushed into Upper and began slaughtering them. He even started a fire, which, stupidly, he walked right through, and singed his skin. He tried his best to murder Alexia, but he was weak and she was strong. She had her mercy, and left him with a broken paw and a torn ear.

[SURE! I'll be working on Alexia.]

[BTW, Littletoes, Leafe is accepted! You may begin to roleplay at anytime!]

((Okay, cool! I guess I'll start with both of my wolves, and your leaders can hop in. ))

Fleta's legs stretched foward, as she bounded out her final strides. She'd been running for a bit, and now it was time to stop and rest. Her strides shortened to a brisk jog, and then to an eventual walk. She stopped by a stream, and took a long drink. When she finally looked up, she realized something.
Oh no! She thought. Where am I?

Callous sat underneath the shade of a thick oak tree, chewing thoughtfully on a squirrel. He'd walked a lot that day, taking no time to stop and rest. His stomach growled after the miniscule meal, and he wondered whether he ought to catch something else.

Adriano tasted the air. A wolf was in close proximity. He shook his head. This was impossible, unfigured! There were no other wolves within a hundred mile radius, besides Alexia. Why was he smelling one that seemed so close? He padded after the scent, then caught another. A rabbit. The stench wavered, then completely disappeared, without a trace. He let out a low growl as he caught sight of a black wolf, like himself, laying on his stomach, mouth bloodied. He said, harshly and pointedly, "What are you doing on my land?"

Alexia stood from her slab of rock that overlooked camp and shook out her shaggy, blond-tipped white coat. Her pinkish eyes trained on the wind rustling the leaves of the oaks that stood above her. A scent caught her attention and she began to growl a curious riff. Her legs moved smoothly as she padded closer to the stream where she tracked the scent. She wasn't much surprised to see a white fea standing, discombobulated. She lowered her guard. "Who are you?" she asked.

Name[please be unique, a meaning is preferred]: Alexia, meaning defender
Age[in moons]: Five moons
Gender: Fea
Spot: Alpha Female
Physical Appearance: Alexia is a very beautiful, very dainty appearing wolf. Her structure is small and seems weak, although she is very strong. Her pelt is long and shaggy. It is colored a beautiful, off-white, sort of an eggshell color with blond-ish tips. Her eyes are a gorgeous pinkish-gold, and stand out among her face.
Personality: Alexia is not a shy wolf. She is very curious and playful and often resembles a pup. She's very sweet, kind and lovable. She is extremely caring and mother-like.
Brief History/Background: Doesn't talk very much about it, as she would love to forget it.

((Ahh, so here's that form. :3))

~Name~
Arashi

~Age~
Five Moons

~Gender~
Female

~Spot Wanted~
Beta would be kinda cool, but it doesn’t matter.

~Physical Appearance~
Long, stormy gray fur that always seems to be in a mess. She has amber eyes with a strong tendency to nearly burn when she’s emotional, and through the left eye, the first of three parallel claw-marks is diagonally scarred. Black tailtip and muzzle. Big paws, almost awkwardly so.

~Personality~
Thinks rather highly of herself, and the only thing that keeps her from bragging all over is the fact that there’s always someone higher than her. She acts like she despises pups, but that’s really just because she doesn’t know what to think of them, and considers it an unbecoming weakness. It hardly seems like she has the ability to care for anyone but herself.

~Brief History~
Arashi means storm, and a storm she was certainly named for. She was born right in the middle of one, and her mother barely survived. Nontheless, she and her father and mother grew up happy. Sure, they were always a little too willing to give Arashi what she wanted, but they were happy. But then Arashi decided she wanted to go lead her own life, at three moons, and so off she went without even saying goodbye. She ran into a couple of wolves between then and now. Some taught her better ways to survive as a loner, and others tested her skills by fighting her off their territory. She only won once, but that most recent battle inflated her head to the point it is now.

~Roleplay sample~
Arashi hardly noticed her staggering breaths as she limped her way to the top of the hill. The only thing she felt right now was joy - and the most cruel sort of joy possible, too. I killed him. I killed him. I won, she gleefully reminded herself, her eyes wild with giddiness, and her lips pulled back to show her teeth in a huge grin. Finally she reached the top of the hill, the grass and her fur dancing in the light wind, and proudly lifted her head to let out a howl. She wanted the whole world to know her victory - she, Arashi, had won the battle. Anyone who stood in her way from now on would be sorely sorry.

If Mom and Dad could see me now, she chuckled mentally, sitting down to attend to her wounds. Even if that brute had lost, it wasn’t without a heavy fight. Three clawmarks were scored across Arashi’s face, one right across her eye - thankfully the eye itself had escaped damage, though - and blood was dripping from her leg, where the brute had got his teeth into it. Despite the pain, Arashi forced herself to flinch as she started licking her leg clean. I hope this leaves a scar. I want everyone I meet to know of this battle. Everyone.

[Here's my first post] Leafe sniffed the air. Nobody was around and nobody could see him. He gently waded into the river, trying to be as quiet as possible without attracting any attention. Swimming like an otter, he crossed to the other side without any hesitation and bounded out almost silently, panting, heart bounding.
The wolf-dog took a look around and scented once more, knowing that he was in new territory. He could smell the scent of an alpha female, and a lesser ranked fae. He flicked his tail, noticing there was no scent of an alpha male, or any males for that matter. Good. This was just how he had planned this.

[Shadow, you're accepted! I'll add Arashi to the list!]

"You do not belong here," said Adriano. "Unless you are a loner, looking for a pack. You may stay, only if this is your case and that you can prove yourself worthy of being a Lower Coldwood wolf."

"Hello, Fleta," replied Alexia. "You're on my land, in Upper Coldwood. You are very lucky that you found me before Adriano, the wolf in Lower Coldwood. He is very evil, as you don't seem so?" She shook her head, tasting the air. She smelled a brute nearby, in the river nearby. She knew it was not Adriano, as he would not come again for an attack. Besides, this brute was alone. He would not come alone.

Leafe took long, smooth, strides through the forest, closer to the forest. He held his breath in case the wolves noticed him. This was what he had dreamed about so tantalizingly almost every night he had been alive! And now he was living it.
Leafe could see the two faes up ahead and howled a greeting, running a little faster now. He stopped in front of them, smelling both of them. He bunched up his shoulders, hoping that the leathery collar that hung around his neck wouldn't give a bad impression.

Alexia nodded. "Actually, I am leader of my pack.." Her head snapped up when she heard the howl. A shaggy-looking mix of dog and wolf had appeared. "Hello, I am Alexia."

Adriano nodded. "Perhaps take on something large and dangerous, such as a mother grizzly or ten-point buck?" he replied slyly. "I need to know your strength," he concluded.

Leafe bowed his head in respect for the fae. "I am Leafe." the husky-mix averted looking straight into her eyes, to make it look like he was no threat. "I have no pack. Could it be that you have one I could join?" he asked.

Alexia nodded. "I do indeed," was her reply. "It is nice to meet you Leafe."

Leafe nodded, and now their eyes met. "I hope you don't mind, miss," he woofed. "About the husky." He wagged his tail slowly.

Alexia laughed. "Why would I care?" She smiled. "So what if one of your parents was not from wolf descent. Love has no boundaries."

Leafe nodded slightly. "Good, all of the other packs chased me away because of my lineage." Leafe shook his big, shaggy head. "Well...anything I can do now?"

Alexia shook her head. "You could find a den, if you really want to. As you can tell, I'm with Fleta."

Leafe nodded, then sniffed around, trying to find a den. He soon found one, big enough for himself, and re-dug the entrance and dug out a couple of new exits. He then curled up in it, feeling safer than he had been for a very long time.

"So, Fleta, would you take the honor as to joining my pack?" asked Alexia, smiling at the other fea.