The wolves of Viruarya-UPDATED

"You, too," Alexia replied, smiling. She licked her lips, peering over at Leafe. "Go on, get you a deer!"

Adriano smiled, watching the brute struggle. He could barely see the black pelt of the male, but he knew where he was.

[I'm gonna let Littletoes catch up.]

((Gotcha!))

Callous stopped to take a rest, letting go of the deer. He took in huge gulps of air, happy to breathe through his mouth instead of his nose. All I know is that this Pack'd better be worth it. And I'd better get the juiciest leg of this deer, He thought grumpily. Biting his lip, he remembered the Alpha Male. I doubt he'd give me the best part of the prize, regardless of the fact I killed it and dragged it out here. He stood up, grabbed the deer again, and resumed his dragging.

Leafe dropped his buck and panted, lying down before he began to eat it.

Adriano howled again, jumping from his post. He padded over to the brute, taking the kill from him. He dragged it the rest of the way through camp, to the stream. He stuck his muzzle in and took a long drink before bringing his head back up. "Nice catch..Uhm..By the way, my name is Adriano..And yours is..?"

"Good catch," Alexia told Leafe. She smiled, then joined him in eating, taking bite after bite of the savory meat of her deer.

Leafe nodded at their kind comments, then bent his head over the deer and began to tear into it, savoring the food after his foodless traveling days.

((Haha oops, I forgot Cal didn't know his name xD))

Callous coughed and spluttered a bit, still winded from getting less air with a buck's neck in his mouth. He followed Adriano, and when he'd regained his breath, said "Oh, I'm Callous...and thanks."

((Weeeeeeell, I kinda have to sleep now, it's 2 am. See y'all later!))

[byes]

[Lol, it's okay! And me, too! It's 2am...I'm soooo sleepy!]

Adriano nodded. "Nice to meet you Callous. And, by the way, welcome to the pack."

Leafe curled up and grinned at Alexia. "Well...how long have you lived here, Alexia?"

FORM FOR YOUR WOLF:
Name[please be unique, a meaning is preferred]: Pyre [meaning fire]
Age[in moons]: 3
Gender: Female
Spot wanted: Alpha (or apprentise four Beta, it doesn't matter which )
Physical Appearance: Pure white fur and sparkling clear blue eyes.
Personality: Pyre is sweet and caring. She tries to ignore the bad and evil in people, and look at the good. She normally comes off as weak, but don't underestimate her. She's extremely strong and isn't afraid to get down and dirty or speak her mind. Sometimes she can seem rude, but in reality she's only being truthful. She hates the whole 'wolves are better and stronger than she-wolves' sterotype.
Brief History/Background: Pyre was born in a pack of 15 during a forest fire, where her parents got her name. After half a moon, weird looking creatures walking on their hind legs came and attacked the pack with sharp rocks on long sticks. The only survivor was herself.
Roleplay sample[1-3 paragraphs preferred]: Pyre growled at the weak male on his stomach infront of her. "Please! Have mercy!" he cried out as she pounced foward, knocking him over and a sharp crack! came from his hind left leg. She put her mouth by his neck, prepared to snap it. "Do you still think females are weaker and lesser?" she asked calmly. He slowly shook his head, unable to speak. Pyre sighed and stepped back. "And let that be a warning," she growled as he got up and limped away. She shook her head and turned around, leaving his trail of blood behind her as she walked away.

(Just wanted to point out that there's no pack slot on the form... She's in Lower Coldwood. )

Name: Semira (means 'nighttime companion')
Age: Six moons
Gender: Female
Spot wanted: She-wolf, for now - she dreams of being an alpha someday, though
Physical Appearance: She has sleek black fur and tufted ears. Her pelt is streaked with silver and her eyes are deep blue. Her muscles are powerful but lean, giving her a smaller, more slender look. Her teeth and claws are tinged yellow and wickedly sharp.
Personality: Very ambitious; she can be sly and charming when need be, as long as it assists her towards her goal of being alpha female - preferably with no alpha male by her side; she doesn't want a mate. However, she gets frustrated and angry very quickly and isn't easy to calm down once she gets going.
Brief History/Background: Her mother abandoned her the moment she was weaned and she had a tough puphood, learning how to hunt and fight on her own. She wouldn't have joined a pack at all if it weren't for her ambition of controlling other wolves, which is why she wants to be alpha.
Roleplay sample[1-3 paragraphs preferred]:

Semira slipped through the shadows, her paws making almost no sound on the forest floor. Here and there were small puddles of silver moonlight that had made it through the thick foliage abovehead, but she stayed well clear of them, her dark pelt blending in with the inky night.

She paused, her tufted ears pricking to listen to the sounds of the night: the chirping of crickets, the rustling of leaves, the hoot of an owl nearby. A light swishing noise alerted her to something living passing by and her blue gaze flicked around to see the shadowy figure of a bat flit by her ear and then fly back up above the trees.

The she-wolf shook her head in irritation. She didn't have time to be distracted by bats. Not tonight.

[Lol, I was wondering where it was Ratty. ]

Name[please be unique, a meaning is preferred]: Tori (bird)
Age[in moons]: Four moons
Gender: Fea
Spot wanted: Doesn't matter
Physical Appearance: An heavier-set, but not fat female. More muscular. Her short, rough coat is a rusty color with a few darker brown flecks to it. Small paws in comparison to the rest of her body, making Tori quite clumsy. Her green eyes hold much emotion
Personality: Although fully grown, Tori still has to mature in the attitude prospect of things. She acts immature and cocky a lot of the time, and tends to embarrass herself without realizing it. She is a pretty much goofy wolf that hasn't had any troubles yet. But when she does get trouble, it'll hid her hard.
Brief History/Background: Even though she was not the smallest, Tori was the runt of her litter. Her parents were loner wolves, and couldn't care for her and her siblings, so she was left in an old badger's den to fend for herself at only a half a moon old. A strange wolf found her a couple of days later, starving. She was then brought to Alexia's now pack.
Roleplay sample[1-3 paragraphs preferred]:

A laugh, a squeeck, a kicking up of leaves, then a growl.

That's how she normally did things.

She thought she had it, but she didn't. It was in her paws one moment, then bounding away into the undergrowth the next; it's little white tail sticking up into the air. She knew it was a sign of danger for the rabbit, but to her it looked like it was holding its tail up there all nice in proud like it was saying "Haha I got away and now you're hungry". The rust-colored fea turned around with her head down and padded back off towards her den, tail dragging against the ground. Her stomach grumbled, but she was too lazy and un-motivated to try and go catch another meal.

[Jess, Ratty and Horsey, you're all accepted. Please, feel free to roleplay at anytime, and thanks for pointing out the pack slot, I'll add it.]

Alexia smiled. "I've been here my whole life," she told Leafe. "Where were you before this?"

Adriano nodded. "Newly formed," was his reply as he nudged the meat over towards Callous.

[Thank you (: ]

Her ruffled coat was sticking out in a whole bunch of odd directions, but she didn't bother to smooth it down. Instead she just flopped over on her back and rolled around in a patch of moss to scratch an itch that she couldn't reach. When everything was better, Tori stood and flicked her eyes around the area, wondering what she would do today...if she would do anything, for that matter.

[Wait, kindro, I messed up her name. It's Fotia, not Pyre. Sorry, got my souces mixed up. :/ Greek is so confusicating!]

"Well," Leafe started. "Before this I was living with a human family. Before them, I was living as a wanderer, a loner. Before that, I had lived for a bit with my father's wolf pack. Before that, I had been living with my mother's husky pack, but they killed my mother and kicked me out," he explained.

[RP anyone? :3]

(I will. )

((Thanks, Kindro! ^^ Anyone up for RP?))

(I will. )