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M a t e s . && . P u p s

lostnoblivion4 — Tue, 20 Mar 2012 18:11:46 CDT

M A T E S . && . P U P S
:: have . you . found . that . special . someone . yet ? ::

This is the page that keeps track of the mates and pups on BTD.
If your wolf is not listed, post a thread stating both wolf names, and the pack name that they belong to,
also be sure to include if they have pups together.

M A T E S

. : T h e . c o u p l e s . o f . B e y o n d . T h e . D u s k : .
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a N I M U S Blazing . Shadows Orochai && Synfire Perfect . Nightmare Vantu && Temptation Blackened . Rose Eon && Obsession Lost . Dreams name && name	m O R T A L I T A S Tainted . Fate name && name Dark . Torement name && name Cold . Hearts name && name Imagined . Death name && name

a N I M U S
Blazing . Shadows
Orochai && Synfire
Perfect . Nightmare
Vantu && Temptation
Blackened . Rose
Eon && Obsession
Lost . Dreams
name && name

m O R T A L I T A S
Tainted . Fate
name && name
Dark . Torement
name && name
Cold . Hearts
name && name
Imagined . Death
name && name

P U P S

. : T h e . c h e r i s h e d . l e g a c y . o f . B e y o n d . T h e . D u s k : .
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a N I M U S Blazing . Shadows name && name Perfect . Nightmare Vantu && Temptation \|pups\| / / \ \ Haze Belleza Ira Entice Blackened . Rose Valentine \|pups\| / / \ \ Nerco Fallen Keeper Petal Eon && Obsession \|pups\| / / \ \ Phantom Ravel Joi Neito Lost . Dreams Trea && Kryptonite \|pups\| / / \ \ Warble Horizon Soren Charade	m O R T A L I T A S Tainted . Fate name && name Dark . Torement name && name Cold . Hearts name && name Imagined . Death name && name

m O R T A L I T A S
Tainted . Fate
name && name
Dark . Torement
name && name
Cold . Hearts
name && name
Imagined . Death
name && name

I.m.a.g.i.n.e.d . D.e.a.t.h { Reclaim && Adopt }

lostnoblivion4 — Sat, 10 Mar 2012 12:07:36 CST

{ R e c l a i m && A d o p t } After various activity checks of a user being noticed as inactive, there characters will be moved to this page for a total of only 10 days. If that user does not reclaim there character within the time period allowed, the character may be deleted or put up for adoption. If you are an active user of Beyond the Dusk, then the only reason your characters would end up on this page is if you hadn't rped them for quite sometime. Usually the alpha of the pack takes care of this, and they will give you a warning before anything happens. ~ ~ ~ Wolves with role player usernames still attached to their bio's can only be reclaimed. Wolves with no username (or NRP attached to their bio) are up for adoption. ( adoption population :: 8 \| reclaim population :: 0 ) _____________________________________________________________________________ F r o s t - ( warrior ) mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Frost is a pretty wolf but not spectacular in the way of markings or softness of coat. She may look ordinary but she carries an air of mystery that few can penetrate. Her fur is the deepest black like midnight shadows and she keeps it clean and sleek. If you wonder over her name then you shall find its origins in the ice-blue color of her eyes and the coldness of her manner. Very few can befriend this fierce and oftentimes cruel wolfess for she is a wolf without sympathy or love, even for a pup. Frost has been in many battles as a former leader of her now dead pack and you can still see the battle scars, hidden just under the surface of her fur. Frost has never shown much interest for having a mate or pups or even friends. However, if you ever find yourself on Frosts good side she will fight for you like a demon out of hell. NRP T r a c e - ( warrior ) mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Pale blue eyes, a pure white pelt, and a heart filled with hatred. This is Trace. Trace lived all his life in a peaceful forest with a fae. He doesn't remember his mother, or his father, nor any siblings he may have had. The fae was a black and white beauty with eccentric green eyes with the fitting name of Ever, she loved him. Trace however did not feel the same way, he wanted only a friend. When Ever spoke to him of her love he didn't know what to say other then, "No." It was moons before she spoke to him again. Shortly after she asked him why she killed him. Trace thought he was dead, just like Ever did. He woke in the forest covered with fallen leaves and his white pelt stained with blood. Surprising his wounds did not kill him. It took many wounds for the gashes to heal, and even when the did it left dark scars that stood out against his ivory pelt. All he knew was that he hated the fae named Ever for doing this to him. He wants to hunt her down and slash her throat open more than anything ells. Trace’s peace of heart has long vanished, replaced by vengeful. NRP D y n a m i t e - ( warrior ) mate- n/a \| kin- Dahlia (step-sister) \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Dynamite is a petite she wolf with many shades of brown in her soft pelt and her eyes, bright and clear like crystal blue, sharp and piercing they are. Her paws her all black, like gloves with slight white marking along her muzzle, belly, tail tip and her inner ears as well as the under side of her eyebrows. Dynamite stays true to her name, her quick temper goes off like dynamite. She hates being called small, she may be small, but she could kick your @$$. Often she is called Bite Sized Terror for it fits her well. Dynamite does not take crap from others and she won't deal with stuck ups or snot nose brats. A girl with her ambitions straight and her mind made up you can't stop this little girl. Dynamite is a hard worker, she gets from point A to point B with nothing in between. Been living alone for so many years have made this confident girl so independent she refuses help, often lashes out, She can do everything by her self and she hates being babied, she can do it all on her own. Her attitude makes up for her small size...but even her small size can fool you, she is just as strong and just as fast as another wolf in this world, trust me, you don't want to get your @$$ kicked by someone so much smaller then you, its just not worth it. Looking for a lover, no softies for this girl. NRP K a e f i e r - ( apprentice ) kin- deceased \| mentor- n/a Sometimes, you have to take life the way it is and just throw yourself out there. Other times, you must remain hidden, away from curious eyes that could sheer right through your heart. Kaefier is somewhat in between the two. He is a moderate sized brute with long legs and pale, blueish silver eyes that remain hidden if he can avoid locking gazes. Covering his frame is a hide of the finest, slate colored fur, coming in many different shades, especially along the spine of his back. This male has long ears and a sharp nose, able to scent fumes from fairly good distances away. Kaefier has a solitary heart, and if you are rejected from it, do not attempt to meet it again. Kaefier, being so sly and solitary, cannot find one to care for, the special femme to love. And that is why, now, most steer clear of him, for he has the reputation of an assassin. Kaefier truly means no harm to anyone, emotionally or physically, he is soft hearted if you are able to breach the cloak of darkness he wears, then he has a kind heart. Until you break his own. All of it started in pup-hood. Kaefier's parents were weak, and always at the bottom of their pack, along with their two pups, Kaefier and his sister, River. Yet, when Kaefier was born, at the same time, so was the Alphas daughter, Alore. The moment he met her, Kaefier fell in love, unlike anything he had ever felt before. From the deepest point in his fragile heart, he loved Alore more then anything. And for a while, he believed she did as well. They would run around the meadow all day, playing games and talking. It was all perfect to Kaefier... Till the dim day that Alore's father had enough of the lower life being so happy with his daughter. That day, Kaefier's family was killed, just so he may watch their pain and suffering. NRP S e r e n i t y -(warrior) mate- n/a \| kin- Harmony \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Serenity is anything but her namesake. Constantly looking for someones mind to twist, someones pelt to shred, this deadly she-wolf loves the thrill and adrenaline rush of killing. With her snow white pelt, it's hard for Serenity to keep it clean. But she doesn't care, she wears the blood of others like a trophy, parading around, bragging about her kills. With her yellow eyes and vicious smile, this fae is a dangerous beauty. Born into a lone family, Serenity and her twin sister, Harmony, were two peas in a pod. When it was time for them to learn hunting, they immediately scared their parents with the amount of blood lust they showed. Eventually, their parents drove the two murderesses away, after they had slaughtered another family. Serenity and Harmony quickly bid farewell to their weak kin and set out on their own, to find wolves as blood hungry as they themselves are. Serenity is definitely the more blood thirsty of the two, Harmony at least sometimes showing signs of a conscience. With serenity, if you're weak of heart and mind, beware, because she will find you. And when she does, she owns you. NRP H a r m o n y -(warrior) mate- n/a \| kin- Serenity \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Harmonious cries ring out, giving the illusion of peaceful times. But, if you're on the other end of those cries, you know better. As she's killing you, tearing away your last breath, this ivory fae will make you sing a song that brings fear to your heart but pleasure to hers. Harmony is almost exactly like her sister, always out for blood and loving the taste of it on her maw. But, unlike Serenity, Harmony always feels guilt after her deed is done. And she always cleans the blood from her ivory coat. However, after a few hours or so, she goes back out on the hunt for more lives to destroy, families to ruin. NRP

{ R e c l a i m && A d o p t }
After various activity checks of a user being noticed as inactive, there characters will be moved to this page for a total of only 10 days. If that user does not reclaim there character within the time period allowed, the character may be deleted or put up for adoption. If you are an active user of Beyond the Dusk, then the only reason your characters would end up on this page is if you hadn't rped them for quite sometime. Usually
the alpha of the pack takes care of this, and they will give you a warning before anything happens.

~ ~ ~

Wolves with role player usernames still attached to their bio's can only be reclaimed.
Wolves with no username (or NRP attached to their bio) are up for adoption.
( adoption population :: 8 | reclaim population :: 0 )

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F r o s t -
( warrior )
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Frost is a pretty wolf but not spectacular in the way of markings or softness of coat. She may look ordinary but she carries an air of mystery that few can penetrate. Her fur is the deepest black like midnight shadows and she keeps it clean and sleek. If you wonder over her name then you shall find its origins in the ice-blue color of her eyes and the coldness of her manner. Very few can befriend this fierce and oftentimes cruel wolfess for she is a wolf without sympathy or love, even for a pup. Frost has been in many battles as a former leader of her now dead pack and you can still see the battle scars, hidden just under the surface of her fur. Frost has never shown much interest for having a mate or pups or even friends. However, if you ever find yourself on Frosts good side she will fight for you like a demon out of hell. NRP

T r a c e -
( warrior )
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Pale blue eyes, a pure white pelt, and a heart filled with hatred. This is Trace. Trace lived all his life in a peaceful forest with a fae. He doesn't remember his mother, or his father, nor any siblings he may have had. The fae was a black and white beauty with eccentric green eyes with the fitting name of Ever, she loved him. Trace however did not feel the same way, he wanted only a friend. When Ever spoke to him of her love he didn't know what to say other then, "No." It was moons before she spoke to him again. Shortly after she asked him why she killed him. Trace thought he was dead, just like Ever did. He woke in the forest covered with fallen leaves and his white pelt stained with blood. Surprising his wounds did not kill him. It took many wounds for the gashes to heal, and even when the did it left dark scars that stood out against his ivory pelt. All he knew was that he hated the fae named Ever for doing this to him. He wants to hunt her down and slash her throat open more than anything ells. Trace’s peace of heart has long vanished, replaced by vengeful. NRP

D y n a m i t e -
( warrior )
mate- n/a | kin- Dahlia (step-sister) | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Dynamite is a petite she wolf with many shades of brown in her soft pelt and her eyes, bright and clear like crystal blue, sharp and piercing they are. Her paws her all black, like gloves with slight white marking along her muzzle, belly, tail tip and her inner ears as well as the under side of her eyebrows. Dynamite stays true to her name, her quick temper goes off like dynamite. She hates being called small, she may be small, but she could kick your @$$. Often she is called Bite Sized Terror for it fits her well. Dynamite does not take crap from others and she won't deal with stuck ups or snot nose brats. A girl with her ambitions straight and her mind made up you can't stop this little girl. Dynamite is a hard worker, she gets from point A to point B with nothing in between. Been living alone for so many years have made this confident girl so independent she refuses help, often lashes out, She can do everything by her self and she hates being babied, she can do it all on her own. Her attitude makes up for her small size...but even her small size can fool you, she is just as strong and just as fast as another wolf in this world, trust me, you don't want to get your @$$ kicked by someone so much smaller then you, its just not worth it. Looking for a lover, no softies for this girl. NRP

K a e f i e r -
( apprentice )
kin- deceased | mentor- n/a
Sometimes, you have to take life the way it is and just throw yourself out there. Other times, you must remain hidden, away from curious eyes that could sheer right through your heart. Kaefier is somewhat in between the two. He is a moderate sized brute with long legs and pale, blueish silver eyes that remain hidden if he can avoid locking gazes. Covering his frame is a hide of the finest, slate colored fur, coming in many different shades, especially along the spine of his back. This male has long ears and a sharp nose, able to scent fumes from fairly good distances away. Kaefier has a solitary heart, and if you are rejected from it, do not attempt to meet it again. Kaefier, being so sly and solitary, cannot find one to care for, the special femme to love. And that is why, now, most steer clear of him, for he has the reputation of an assassin. Kaefier truly means no harm to anyone, emotionally or physically, he is soft hearted if you are able to breach the cloak of darkness he wears, then he has a kind heart. Until you break his own. All of it started in pup-hood. Kaefier's parents were weak, and always at the bottom of their pack, along with their two pups, Kaefier and his sister, River. Yet, when Kaefier was born, at the same time, so was the Alphas daughter, Alore. The moment he met her, Kaefier fell in love, unlike anything he had ever felt before. From the deepest point in his fragile heart, he loved Alore more then anything. And for a while, he believed she did as well. They would run around the meadow all day, playing games and talking. It was all perfect to Kaefier... Till the dim day that Alore's father had enough of the lower life being so happy with his daughter. That day, Kaefier's family was killed, just so he may watch their pain and suffering. NRP

S e r e n i t y -(warrior)
mate- n/a | kin- Harmony | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Serenity is anything but her namesake. Constantly looking for someones mind to twist, someones pelt to shred, this deadly she-wolf loves the thrill and adrenaline rush of killing. With her snow white pelt, it's hard for Serenity to keep it clean. But she doesn't care, she wears the blood of others like a trophy, parading around, bragging about her kills. With her yellow eyes and vicious smile, this fae is a dangerous beauty. Born into a lone family, Serenity and her twin sister, Harmony, were two peas in a pod. When it was time for them to learn hunting, they immediately scared their parents with the amount of blood lust they showed. Eventually, their parents drove the two murderesses away, after they had slaughtered another family. Serenity and Harmony quickly bid farewell to their weak kin and set out on their own, to find wolves as blood hungry as they themselves are. Serenity is definitely the more blood thirsty of the two, Harmony at least sometimes showing signs of a conscience. With serenity, if you're weak of heart and mind, beware, because she will find you. And when she does, she owns you. NRP

H a r m o n y -(warrior)
mate- n/a | kin- Serenity | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Harmonious cries ring out, giving the illusion of peaceful times. But, if you're on the other end of those cries, you know better. As she's killing you, tearing away your last breath, this ivory fae will make you sing a song that brings fear to your heart but pleasure to hers. Harmony is almost exactly like her sister, always out for blood and loving the taste of it on her maw. But, unlike Serenity, Harmony always feels guilt after her deed is done. And she always cleans the blood from her ivory coat. However, after a few hours or so, she goes back out on the hunt for more lives to destroy, families to ruin. NRP

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C o l d . H e a r t s ;;

&& . W/I/L/L . Y O U . MEND . MY . B.R.O.K.E.N . HEART ??

❧ Flinty and stubborn, but lacking any true feeling of the heart. These wolves live their lives without real emotions, searching for something or someone to make them feel. The darkness envelops these tortured souls, leaving them alone in the cold. They search for love to warm their cold hearts.

population - 11 wolves {females- 5 |males- 6}

you love me

you love me not

you love me

you love me not

you love me

you love me not

you love me

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you love me

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you love me not

you love me

you love me not

you love me

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t r a i n

a l p h a . m a l e ; ;

a l p h a . f e m a l e ; ;

S e r e n i t y -
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
A pelt of pure ebony, yet an unusual alabaster tassel, this femme is beyond unique. Serenity is a beautiful wolf, a wonder of flawlessness, with optics of a crystallized aqua, they are the definition of ravishing. Her perfect frame is sleek and slender, making this queen enticing in so many ways. her body movements sway like the sweetest music, and her pure alabaster tassel adds to the effect. Though this female is rather a solitary type, only speaking if need be. Her voice is a rather musical sound, or at least when she is in a placid mood. When her balance is disturbed, she becomes stealthy and rather dark. Easily lost in her thoughts, she is not easy to approach, though her aura is deeply compelling. She stands out among crowds. Though she is young, she is more then capable of assassinations, murder, and much more along those lines. Though she doesn't enjoy killing, she merely sees it as a way of life. When she was younger, she never had true parents. Abandoned at a young age, she never learned how to be very social around others. She survived because a very spiritual wolf named Jer took her in as one of his own, making a litter of five. Jer took fascination in Serenity, and named her after a great wolf who had saved his life at young age. Serenity was always unique in her own way, always excelling over all of her adopted siblings. That was another thing, all her siblings were male. Maybe that is another reason why Jer took her in so quickly, he wanted a daughter. She was always so swift and loved all her brothers to pieces. When they slept, the four of them formed a ring around Serenity, and they all stayed warm that way. She belonged there,it was faith that had truly brought her to such a blessed family. Though one night, Jer received a dream, it told him that a white tailed creature would cause the fall of his loved ones. Crest fallen sand shattered, Jer believed that the creature in the omen was Serenity, with pain in his heart he had to drive his adopted daughter away into the bitter soul of winter. Out of fear and agony, Serenity ran far away. She could trust no soul. Jer and his four sons missed Serenity with all of their being. regretting his decision, Jer left his sons with their mother and ran for his lost pup. Though she was far away, weeping over her lost life and lamenting with her cries. Everything she had ever loved had turned against her. For all she knew, her past family wanted her dead. Jer searched for days, and unable to find Serenity, he was driven into suicide. Jer never returned to his family, even though his sons waited for him every night. Serenity never saw them again. With sorrow of a lifetime, she can take no more heartbreak and has only one shot at love. Her heart is a cell of buried agony, and its key is forever protected by a wolf by the name of Jer. Snow, lace, ribbons and grace. Her name will forever represent the true meaning of beauty. Serenity. Rped by .:Obscurity:.

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h e a l e r ; ;	h e a l e r ' s . a p p r e n t i c e ; ;

l e a d . w a r r i o r ; ;

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B o r e a n -
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
A ghost of a wolf that once was, Borean is more like the outer shell of his old self. With a pelt like alabastor and haunted yellow eyes, he resembles a ghost more than a wolf anyways. He walks the earth, his heart turned to stone. Borean was once a happy wolf. He lived with another pack, in a distant land. He grew up in a tattered family- his father left his mother while she was pregnant. His mother was a kind wolf who raised her pups well, giving them all the love and care they deserved. Borean had two other brothers, both rambunctious and wild, while Borean was the quiet one. The three grew up together as brothers do, fighting over pointless things and always arguing. But they loved one another with all their hearts. Their aunt helped their mother with raising them. She was a more cold-hearted wolf, always berating their father and criticizing their mother. The boys stayed away from her mostly, keeping to their mother's side. But when they were older, their mother grew old as well. She eventually passed away peacefully in her sleep, leaving the brother's grief stricken and stuck with their aunt. She was unfeeling and harsh to them and gradually the brother's turned the same. His eldest grew crazy from grief and angered, so he ended up murdering their aunt and other brother. Borean escaped with his life in tact, but his heart shattered. He never saw his eldest brother and ended up wandering, alone. Rped by ~HeartShapedLocket~

L e s t e r -
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Lester has a light gray pelt that shines silver in the moon light. With deep enchanting forest green eyes he seems light a silver ghost. He has been hurt many times in the past and his heart has iced over. He is un-trusting and paranoid. His father was insane and killed his mother and sisters, he thought he killed Lester and left him to die. Three large scars trace his back, left from his father. He used to have a mate but she betrayed him and left him. Clever, insane, and highly intelligent. He has a lean and lethal build. Lighting fast with razor sharp claws and fangs he shows no mercy to his enemies and will attack others ruthlessly. He does have a diplomatic side and knows when he is outmatched. He shows no emotions but is loyal to his superiors. Rped by Forestbreath

Q u e l l -
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
And here her breath rises and falls, swells and releases, like the rhythmic motion of the cold ocean. In and out, only because that's all it knows how to do. Then, if you asked her about it, she would simply raise a delicate eyebrow, and ask you if this is what you expected of her. Did you want her to come and save you? She's not a hero, she told you when you both first met. For, if you ask, Quell won't deny. Her type of cowardice is rare. She's a brilliant fighter with no care for her physical health, but shies away when emotions come into play. She's a young wolf, pelt a blend of dark gray and bold white, colors that make it easy for her to blend in. She's natural at camouflaging herself, and tends to melt into the shadows like they're her second home. Her eyes are a rich, dark mahogany, and her claws are sharpened for use. She doesn't look like a wolf who'd find her home in the pack of Cold Hearts, but that's exactly what she has done. And in all of her complexities and dynamic feeling, she does her best to avoid the spotlight. Her attention span is rather short and fleeting, and she enjoys slithering out of unwanted situations. That is something she is gifted for, which makes her annoying at best. However, her enigmatic energy makes her both infuriating and deliciously mesmerizing at the same time. She enjoys doing what others least expect, and loathes routine. She has a broad mind, and a strange affinity to take care of and comfort pups, although sometimes she feels out of sorts amongst other warrior. Her past is something shrouded in shadow, and she'll laugh at anyone who probes her past without her trust. Said trust is something that doesn't come around easily, but it can be found. Just remember, she warned you in the beginning about her type of cowardice, and if you ask for her to save you, she'll simply raise a delicate eyebrow and say... Rped by TearBubble

S p i d e r -
mate- n/a | kin- Recoil {brother}| legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
An alluring fea with a thick charcoal pelt that is littered with battle scars. She melts in and out of the shadows leaving no trace that she was ever there. Her vivid green eyes seem to be able to see past all the lies in the world around her. Nobody knows the truth about Spider, her melodic voiced soothes and entrances others into a false sense of security. This fea is cold and brutal she shows no mercy or remorse. Her lean build makes her fast and lethal. She will not hesitate to attack, or to defend her pack. Before she lived in the pack she lived as a loner after escaping humans. She was owned by a human, not as a pet or in a zoo, she was used as a pit fighter, she was the best in the pit, the queen of it, but that was a very long time ago. She knew no kindness or caring. Unsympathetic, Spider eliminates all weaknesses in her, leaving only strengths. With an iron will she is not one to back down, she sticks with her decisions until the end. This alluring and mysterious fea is truly venomous, one moment she could be sweetly talking to you the next she could be tearing at your throat. She is a haunting ghost, appearing out of seemingly thin air. She is truly a beautiful monster. Rped by Forestbreath

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mate- n/a | kin- Infection | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
I don't care for you anymore. You are worthless, pathetic, weak. You do not have the right to be known as a wild wolf. These are the words that scarred his fragile heart so long ago. What made him the victim. Victim has shaggy, slate colored fur and a light, grayish white mask around his face. His brightly colored eyes are the only thing looking lively on his frame, deep amber pools of a purely liquid color, they show fiery flames that sheer into your mind. He is not small, yet not big and insanely muscular either. Victim I guess you could say, is somewhat a moderate size. He is not like I said, the most beefy wolf, nor is he like a twig, but he is strong enough and has legs long enough to run at fairly fast speeds. It is not his physical experience that makes him who he is, yet his mental ability. Victim has stamina, and he will fight back again and again. Persistent in his attacks even if he gets thrown down, he gets back up and tries again, even harder each time. While others are fast and others are strong, he is a mix between both, then boosted with his ability to keep going. Victim is also very keen in almost all of his senses. His dark past forced him to do so, and if not, he would have been killed. He is an excellent tracker, equipped with sharp eyes, sensitive ears, and a strong nose. Hiding is no use, for Victim. He will find you if he must. Now his past is something no wolf would ever want to go through. As a pup, he and three other pups where born to a beautiful femme and her mate, yet they all came late, and in the harsh winter with its bitter wind and icy snow, only he and his sister, Infection, survived. There parents loved them more then anything they had ever loved before, and took care of them well. Till one day, Victim's father was shot by a hunter, he watched in horror as his father was flayed and torn to pieces. This made the young wolf scared, and enraged, he has hated humans ever since, and would never do anything to help their kind. While Victim had watched his father killed with Infection, the two were spotted by another hunter who began to stalk up to them, neither of them aware of his presence. Yet their mother was. To save her pups, the femme had launched herself at the man, almost tearing him completely apart before she too was shot by another hunter. Infection and Victim ran, away from the horror of it all till they were taken in by a band of vicious rouges who nearly killed them several times in their harsh training. While Victim's sister became a very excellent fighter, she taught him moves that they could use, to escape their bloody prison. And it worked. The twosome fought endlessly, side by side they escaped the rogues into a free world. But many quarrels brought the siblings to an agreement, they would part ways and join packs to fight for with their life. They would find love, and ones to break their hearts. They would find faith in their life. That night under the moonlit stars, Victim watched his purely white sister pad away from him and with sorrow staining his mind he turned and walked the other way, regretting the possibility that he would never see her again. Rped by .:Obscurity:.

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Like the icy winds that blow across the arctic wastelands, this slender fea is cold and unforgiving. Her form is long and lithe, as flawless as new fallen snow. Tones of gray and white swirl across her pelt, giving her entire countenance an icy appeal. Timber brown oculars boil with hurt and mistrust. Her family life wasn't easy- overbearing parents that punished at the slightest hint of disobedience. Glacia became defiant because of upbringing, loving to gone against the rules and rebel in any way possible. Her father was a merciless brute with a fondness for physical punishment. Her mother merely went along with her mates devious ways, not daring to take a stand for her only daughter. Glacia's heart grew cold for the two monsters she called parents. After time, Glacia didn't care what happened to them and in fact wished many evils upon them. She spent her days avoiding their company and trying to make friends. But since no one wanted to be in her father's way, Glacia was avoided. The fae was beaten and angry, and so a temper began to flare inside of her. It grew and thrived as her parents' abusive behavior fed it. Glacia began relying on this anger to one day set her free. She made no attempt to forgive her miserable caregivers and instead harbored evil thoughts of malice and ill will. On a particularly harsh winter morning, Glacia put her plan into motion. She snuck into her parents' den, and the furious femme slaughtered her parents in their sleep. She was quick about the execution, not much for the torture aspect as for the freedom. No more did the fea have to take orders and blows; she was her own person. But years of growing up without love had hardened the fea and she found herself disinterested in finding a place full of love and care. She decided that she'd find a pack that had...lower morals. She couldn't be bothered with frivolous emotions and petty friendships. Though, if she is able, Glacia would make a terribly fierce friend. Since she has never had one, the fea would do all in her power to stay loyal to her new friend. Rped by ~HeartShapedLocket~

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mate- n/a | kin- Bloodspell, Creature | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Finely groomed, black fur with silvery-gray eyes. Incubus is a large wolf, with heavy muscles and a handsome jaw. While he walks with the air of a confident and strong wolf, he is a deeply disturbed wolf. Visions of blood and killing dance in his mind. He has a love for fighting and arguing, being better than all of those around him. He has a craving for blood- Some call it blood lust, but he doesn't need it... He just wants it. Addiction. He spends most of his time in the dark, at night, and sleeps during the day. He doesn't have many friends, and the ones he does he more or less forces them into it, and only likes wolves he thinks are worthy. His teeth are sharper than his claws, so watch for his head in a fight. He's very aggressive and gets agitated easily. When he was born he was taken from his parents with his littermates, and was made into a killer. Of he and his siblings, Bloodspell and Creature, he was the one who easily became a prodigy in the art. He, along with all the others, had no clue about the Brotherhood- A group of wolves planning to overthrow the Alpha and his inner circle. Bloodspell was a part of this tretchary, and when the alpha was assassinated, Incubus fled with Bloodspell and Creature because he knew he would be killed for sharing blood. He cares for neither of them, or even himself for that matter.

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"You will be our prince," they whispered. "And you will not fail us." Bred to be a leader all his life, Emmett has never learned of anything but cruelty and lies. One mistake could cost him days of going without food. His very birth was never made out of love or the desire to make a family, but to raise killers that would rage war against the enemy pack that had taunted and belittled Emmett's for so long. His mother and father had forced him to fight against his own brothers and sisters when he was but a yearling to teach them how to fight, and to see who was the strongest. Their warm blood had seeped through his snow white fur like fire when he had ripped his curved incisors through their arteries. He was taught how to be cunning and malicious, always. No mercy. But he was not entirely without kindness, his aunt had told him stories of the ocean. Long fathomless waves that went on forever, that changed color in the warm sunlight and the cold moonlight. But when his uncle had learned of the story telling, he had sunk his fangs into her neck. Because of her, Emmett instead made a mask of madness and cruelty. But in reality his fierce amber eyes beam with hope and warmth, like the brightest fire that refuses to go out. On the night Emmett was supposed to step up and fight his father to show he was worthy of raging war, he had run. Emmett is taller than the average wolf, lithe and light on his feet, but muscled and strong. He is a fierce, unrelenting warrior that has a strength in him that cannot be denied, but hides behind a mask of endless sarcasm. His loyalty is never ending once gained, and he has the inbred skills of a leader to lead without hesitation in order to protect those of who he loves or cares for. Rped by ThisInsanity

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With a pelt of cream and white and dark blue eyes, Aditya tends to capture ones heart with his almost pup like innocence. However, if only real innocence existed within him. Plagues of darkness tortures a pup whose mind has been warped and twisted at birth. Dark screams and grotesque images are what greet him every time he closes his eyes or falls into silence. Born with a glitch in his brain, terror and loathing follows and swallows Aditya whenever he is unprepared. Every night he is terrified to fall asleep, and every night he wakes up either screaming or sobbing, his mind preparing and twisting images to torture him. No wolf can stand Aditya for long, for he tends to make those around him as mad as he is. He doesn't mean to hurt anyone, but, like any pup, he longs for friendship and acceptance, but finds himself turned away everywhere he goes. For that reason, he has learned to hunt small game and defend himself, and tends to stay away from other wolves. He is immediately wary of those that approach him, and although he tries to remember that his presence always directly harms others, he never can resist the ability to have friends, and when one offers him shelter, he will not refuse. He is always hopeful, despite the fact that whenever he's alone he feels as if some sort of darkness is stalking him. He refuses to talk about his family, and when probed, he will snap. Upon meeting Aditya, one will find him innocent and sweet. It takes some time before one realizes why he is so tired all the time, and how come he always shrinks away from the shadows. He prays that one day someone will take away his anguish, and that he'll be liberated from such torment. If not, there's no telling what will happen to this wolf, or those that surround him. Rped by TearBubble

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Rinna was born into hardships and all her life she has struggled. She is an unique beauty her voice is silk and her scent alluring. Rinna is a maned wolf, tall with an elegant amber and black pelt she knows she is different. Her mother and father died in the journey to the pack territories her father was slain by a hunter and her mother died protecting her from a bear. Rinna was injured in her mother's struggle with the bear, blind in her left eye and deaf in her right ear. But even with her disabilities she is intelligent and alert. She is a starch optimistic and never gives up on anything she does. From her time alone she has learned much about herbs and plants. Fast and nimble Rinna has a strong will and stands up for what she believes in. Her tongue can be as sharp as her claws and teeth. She has suffered through hardships but always pulls through. Rped by Forestbreath

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Quiet and tranquil, but in their hearts lies deep faith. They can be playful and curious, but when it comes to battle they erupt like lightning. They can be naive at times, but always fight for what they believe in. They move with laughter, bright spirits throughout.

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T r a e - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- Hita The ruby red of blood splashes against the depths of the night, so similar to this wolf that stalks the grounds around him. A pure black wolf with ruby red eyes, left over from a harsh disease he had contracted as a pup, Trae is a wolf of strength. Determined to serve others, his loyalty is unshakable, as is his trust, when gained. Even when one betrays him, Trae will try his hardest to help one that he once called friend. Born and raised by the sea, Trae was a wolf that always knew the soft gusts of sea wind in his short, black fur. He could navigate the waters like no other, and now is an extremely strong swimmer. However, one day, a plague swept through the lands which he resided. The black male would have died, if he had not been found and rescued by a kind human. Nursed back to health, Trae watched and learned the ways of humans, watching as, even though they tended to destroy, they also had the capacity to create and love. Inspired by the need to create, Trae left the humans when he was healthy enough, and set out to join a pack. He became the noble leader of Lost Dreams pack, and is a wolf of integrity and kindness. He is in love with Kryptonite, and has fathered four pups. He continues to rule with his ideals, and would rather die than see his pack fall apart. Rped by TearBubble	K r y p t o n i t e - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a A perfect angel tainted by the worst horrors humanity has to off, her past is filled with abuse, pain, and loneliness. Kryptonite moves through life suffering, her father had slowly gone crazy when her mother had gotten sick on winter. Though Kyrptonite was a pup she understood what would happen to her mother, death seemed to easily slide off her tongue. Her mother had always been a great alphess, graceful and full of pride, always kind to her pack mates. Kurptonite's father was never like that, harsh, cold,, and violent. Sundrop orbs watched her mothers death, the sundrop orbs watched her father leave before her mother's death never to be seen again. Now Kyrptonite was grown used to the silence, drenched around her like a bad sickness, was this was the Kyrptonite until she met the alpha of Lost Dreams, Trae. She was only a loner at the time but she had grown close to Trae and soon feelings filled her chest again, a unknown smile graced her lips as she looks at the alpha. Her white silhouette now moves through Lost Dreams territory. Rped by CheshireGrins
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C o n f e s s i o n s - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a A small pearl colored lupa, with bright navy colored orbs nestle with a petite ivory visage. Her pelt is snow white, looking almost like mist surrounding the Fae. She has silver markings on her paws, her hind upper legs, and on her chest, barely visible until she walks into the sun. Confessions is quiet, she doesn't speak much, but when she does her voice is soft and gentle. She is very calm and seems very gentle. She doesn't show her mean side often, in fact it is rare to hear her growling, or to see her sabers bared for a fight. Though non should take this as passive, she will fight if she feels the need to do so. Anyone would be astonish by her brutal, wiry strength and fierceness, she is able to take down any wolf, even one double her size. She tends to hold a mysterious demur around her, a ghostly shadow that sways for her realm. Although her reactions are limited, she will only follow the words of her regal. Despite her usual tranquility, at time she tends to become agitated easily, and will snap a sharp comment if provoked. Rped by StellaLani I l l u s i o n - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a A creamy alabaster canvas refracts the dim glints of light that shine exuberantly from above onto this fea. Illusion is one of the most mysterious creatures any wolf could possibly come into contact with. Often her voice sounds like a whisper but seems to carry in a soft low vibration, and echo that can be heard from far distances, always leaving her words ringing in your mind. She never seems to show too much emotion in her tone or actions but her eyes, glittering like water, often show her mood. If she is tranquil, then the light reflected in them does not move. If she is excited then the light swims rapidly, like a koi preforming a dance with it's partner in an eternal balance of pushes and pulls. If she is angry then the light is gone and the surface seems stormy and dark. Illusions speaks often in riddles and poetry that mimics typical speech, a captivating vocalist who seems to compel any wolf like a sailor lost in the sound of a sirens song. Illusion does exactly as she was named for; she enjoys messing with minds and often finds herself drawn to those who are the most unstable. She creates illusions in her head, able to create an entire realm of fantasy around herself. Some would describe her as being schizophrenic, but in fact she had the ability to make other wolves think as if they are. She seeks out to discover why wolves think the way they do and often observes them from a distance, amused at their own realities. She is often quiet and thinking, her face unmoving and still, emotionless like stone but she enjoys singing out loud when she is alone. She sings about many things, and will only sing when she is left in solitude, however when she stars there is no ending until she has been released from her trance. Her lingering voice creates a cage around the minds of others, her soft delicate notes trapping them under lock and key. Illusions is very strong and powerful, quick on her feet and more sly and cunning than any wolf in design. When she attacks, the only piece of her in few is a quick glimpse of blinding white fur before death comes to the fate of her unfortunate victim. Rped by StellaLani D u s k a ~ mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Her silken creamy ashen tawny derma cascades over her cadaver. This fae has seen many things a young wolf would not exactly consider straight reality. Luminaries glistening and refract pigments of obsidian dusk, illuminating and adding emotion to her illusive facade. Her distinctive appearance makes her unique to the eye, and her originality of her own being also grants one the will to ponder at her inner workings. This fea is composed of secrecy and pain, however her secrets are of the lashes she has felt through her few years. Duska's mind is made of such nightmares, that at times it it easy to see she isnt quite right, almost broken. She ponders the earth, gazing for a wolf who could mend her once and for all. Rped by StellaLani E r o s ~ mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Time slowly passes through out the world, they always waited for the birth of their new king, that day came when Eros was born along with his two younger brothers. He was born from the king and queen of a kingdom that doesn't exist to humanity, the kingdom sits on an island, untouched by other wolves expect the ones that were there from the start of it all. Hyacinth violet eyes illuminate from his salt and pepper fur, a mix of dark and light grey. His silhouette perfect, but dangerous from his slim body helps him reach of to speeds of a horse on a racetrack. Eros was thought of a weak, a disappointment for being the eldest, his youngest brother who seemed the strongest once challenged him for the throne of the kingdom. Eros was strong, hiding like a spark but his brother only put fuel to the fire as he turned into a wild fire in battle, and won of course and no one made the mistake of challenging Eros again. Each day he spent at the castle it felt more and more like a prison, no escape to the outside world. He then ran, finding any way out possible and leaving the kingdom in terror for their young king and fled and left them in the paws of his youngest brother who would do anything for power. Eros just keep running, his violet eyes capturing any wolf's gaze, his handsome frame moving along as he walk on never to look back on his old life of being a king. Unlike most wolfs Eros is like a box of chocolates, you'll never know what he get from him. Rped by CheshireGrins C r i m s o n S o r r o w - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- Spade The snow around her stained crimson slowly, spreading out in rivulets of red. She crumpled to the ground, her legs finally giving out under her. Turmoil and devastation has clouded the vision of this once cheerful she-wolf. She grew up, blissfully unaware of a sinister plot that was spreading through her family like wildfire. Her mother's brother, a devious and bloodthirsty wolf, was planning a brutal murder, one that would shock. He was going to murder his own sister, the heir to the throne of the Alpha. On a pleasant and sunny afternoon, the sky turned black and the ground was splattered with blood. CrimsonSorrow, Sorrow for short, stood stock still as she watched her uncle end the life of her peaceful and beautiful mother. The brute of a wolf, huge in size and much stronger than the young apprentice that was Sorrow, wasn't merciful in the least. He tortured her mother, smiling in ecstasy at the bloodcurdling screams of pain. Sorrow had no control over the situation; she was forced to watch without intervening. Her uncle turned to her next, his hulking for towering over her and his fangs dripping with the rubies of her mother. Sorrow fought with much gusto, or as much as she could muster in her shocked and horrified stage. She managed to get away in the end, physically in tact, but mentally and emotionally shattered and broken. Her fur is a reddish brown colour, lighter around her chest and eyes. Her eyes are a yellow-green that burn with hatred and sorrow. Rped by ~HeartShapedLocket~ S p i r i t - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a\| legacy- n/a \| apprentice - none A beautiful white wolf with blue eyes, Spirit is very fast, moving as if she is a ghost. She isn't shy or quiet unless you make her mad then she won't talk to you. She isn't afraid to say what is on her mind and she will stand up for what she believes in, she is usually sweet but she does have a temper, you definitely don't want to be on her bad side she is a very skilled fighter. She has no family and that is why she wants to be with other wolves. She likes being a leader and is good at it. She wants to find someone to love one day. She easily makes friends because of her personality, she gets mad over the smallest things though. Her family was killed when she was just a pup, her mother trapped and her father shot. She and her sister ran but were separated in the night, Spirit hasn't seen her after that night, she believes she is dead. She does miss her family badly and wishes that she could bring them back. Rped by Crane121	A c e - crush- n/a \| kin- Spade (brother) \| mentor- Conan Ice shilled the floor of the den as the birth of two identical pups where born, the first one born was named Ace while his brother was given the name Spade. Just like Spade, Ace has an ivory silhouette with light grey eyes. There was only one given way to tell the two apart, which is their eyes, Ace's eyes are freckled with green speckles clearly standing out from his lean ivory body. Ace was always a tad more mischievous then Spade, walking around with a smirk placed on his face. He seemed or is very cocky but is also is loyal. Fighting for things he loves as he fights with his own emotions. Despite his loyal nature he is also flirtatious, females falling over him for his charming looks and attitude. After all he is still young and needing learning, he is great a fighting which is just like his brother. Spade and Ace are closer then close, after all they are brothers. These spunky wolves lost there mother and father after a forest fire, trailing through the pack they both found themselves in Lost Dreams territory. They both had traveled far before they reached Lost Dreams for they had been where the sun shined everyday not letting rain or snow reach the blue skies. Rped by CheshireGrins S p a d e - crush- n/a \| kin- Ace (brother)\| mentor- CrimsonSorrow The wind twirled and twisted the night two identical pups where born, first was Spade's brother and best friend-Ace. Spade came next looking exactly like Ace but as they both got older they didn't really care but they used it to their advantage, tricking their dear mother on who was who but Spade easily regrets this after losing both of their mother and father during a forest fire the swept the lands of the forests of time. Spade was given an ivory silhouette just like Ace, light grey eyes swirling with laughter and warmth. There is only one given way to tell Ace and Spade apart-their eyes, both of their eyes are light grey, but Spade had flecks of blue floating in them as his brother has green flecks. Spade is the sweetest of the identical brothers, but Spade is just as flirtatious as his brother. Ace doesn't seem to show his sensitive side like Spade does but Spade has females swooning over him just the same. Though, one might wonder who these two punk young wolves came to Lost Dreams Pack, of course it is easy to say for Ace but it brings sorrow into Spade's heart.. They lost their mother and father in a forest ire, though it was far away from Lost Dreams. They came to Lost Dreams after long walking and running as they tried to find a place to live and grew up for neither of them wanted to be alone. Rped by CheshireGrins H i t a ~ crush- n/a \| kin- n/a\| mentor- n/a A small in size, female wolf. Hita is still young, apprentice age to be exact. Her coat is thick and full. Its a mahogany brown, mottled with red, black and white. Her eyes are large and round, like that of an intelligent owl. Her left ear has a notch in it, from an unfortunate encounter with an unhappy badger. Hita is a spitfire and a notorious flirt. Despite her young age, Hita has a lot of confidence. She gives 100% in everything she does, which often leads to success. She is absolutely obsessed with males, loving to impress them. She is mostly a tease, she acts all full of herself, then goes coy and quiet. She has a gorgeous physique, which can catch the eyes of many males. Her slender body is built for speed, not strength, so she excels in chasing things down, but needs brute strength to help bring it down. But don't take her as an airhead; Hita is very intelligent. She is adventurous, but knows not to put herself in dangerous situations. She knows when she cannot win something and gives in respectfully. Hita has great respect for her Alphas and elders, and actually enjoys learning things from them. This little beauty, though, has quite a temper when provoked. She can erupt like a volcano and strike down even the most cocky of wolves. So don't let her small size fool you. Rped by ~HeartShapedLocket~ E s s e n c e - ( apprentice ) { adoption reward: - } kin- Ecstasy (sister)\| mentor- n/a Essence, meaning the perfect form when embodied in a wolf, is a fitting name. She looks it and acts it. Perfection. However, is she really? No, it's just a pretty little lie that hides all that she really is. In actuality she is dark, demented, cruel, and everything that isn't perfection. But why was she given such a beautiful perfect name? Maybe she was meant to be perfect but was flawed and broken on accident. Maybe. Essence is a petite valkyrie, her frame thin and lithe but also strong. Her canvas is a vivid snowy white only flawed by the tip of her tail that looks as tho it were dipped in a pool of obsidian stain. Her luminaries are a pretty dark blue tint that capture the attention of every wolf. Her ivory's are perfect, white as her pelt, gleaming with malicious intent. Her looks portray her to seem like she is a perfect little girl that could be adored by any wolf. Far from the truth. Essence is a demented, twisted, cruel, and angry young wolf. She hides those feelings behind a happy mask of false love, kindness, and other feelings. She is only ever truly kind to her sister, Ecstasy. She cherishes her more than any other. She is the only family she has left and she will protect her with her life. The sisters were the first and only litter of pups to the alpha pair of a strong pack. The two alphas were so proud of their daughters. When it came time for the two to be committing pup antics and playing around tho, their was something off. Ecstasy would not listen when she was called out to and Essence could not feel the touch of her mother. One was nearly deaf, and the other had no sense of feeling what so ever. Outraged their father blamed it of their mother, he killed her and was about to kill his daughters. Essence took Ecstasy away, dragging her to the shelter of the dark midnight forest. The two raised each other in the woods out of pack territory. They were poor hunters but got by Essence wishes for a better more Serene life every second of her life. In her heart though, she knows it will never come true. Rped by storm~♥ E c s t a s y - ( apprentice ) { adoption reward: - } kin- Essence (sister)\| mentor- n/a Silence speaks like a songbird speaks to the rising sun in sweet melody. She takes life calmly and controlled. Her eyes scream out in a bright glowing violet color that contradict her serene attitude. Her charcoal pelt speak of menacing fury, even tho she is the nicest wolf you could ever know. She is known as Ecstasy. Unlike her sister she is lanky and tall. She is also deaf, not completely. She can here loud noises and muffled unclear words when a wolf is speaking. She can understand most things by reading a wolves maw and ignores their muffled talk. She doesn't speak allot, usually she only growls, whines, and produces other noises. When she does speak her voice sounds wrong and deformed, but beautiful in a way. Ecstasy looks up to her sister for being so strong and only wishes she could be like her. She is a very nice wolf and is willing to help any wolf out no matter the circumstances. She has learned some herbs and is willing to learn more. She wishes to become a healer someday. She and her sister were born in a pack, the first and only litter of the alpha pair. The two were so proud of their daughters. But alas when they discovered their ailments their father became out raged and killed their mother.He tried to kill the two sisters but Essence saved them. Taking her away. Ecstasy loves her life no matter how messed up it is and wishes for nothing more. Rped by storm~♥
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	F i n n y - crush- n/a \| kin- n/a Finny is a rambunctious, and rowdy young pup. He is a maned wolf, a very rare breed. His fur is short and a bright red colour, with black on his paws like boots and covering his muzzle. His ears are very large and bat like, making his hearing excellent. He got separated from his mother during a forest fire. Despite the circumstances, Finny keeps his head high, determined that one day he will be reunited with her. The fire pushed him on to Lost Dreams lands, where he decided to join. Finny is a trouble-maker, always getting into something or getting on someones nerves. He is a sweet pup at heart, he just has a little too much energy. He is ever curious and always gets into everyone else's business. Finny hopes to grow up strong and brave and wants to save other wolves when he grows up. He loves to try and be the hero of the pack, even if he only is a pup. His pack mates shouldn't be surprised if he tries to save them when they are in trouble. He doesn't let the fact that he is only a pup make him weak. He could be the strongest wolf you'll ever meet. RPed by ~HeartShapedLocket~
d e l t a s : :	o m e g a s : :

e l d e r s : :	e x i l e d / d e c e a s e d : :

L.o.s.t . D.r.e.a.m.s { Reclaim && Adopt }

TearBubble — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 16:53:30 CST

{ R e c l a i m && A d o p t } After various activity checks of a user being noticed as inactive, there characters will be moved to this page for a total of only 10 days. If that user does not reclaim there character within the time period allowed, the character may be deleted or put up for adoption. If you are an active user of Beyond the Dusk, then the only reason your characters would end up on this page is if you hadn't rped them for quite sometime. Usually the alpha of the pack takes care of this, and they will give you a warning before anything happens. _____________________________________________________________________________ ~Adoption Rewards~ Each wolf for up for adoption will had an "adoption reward" posted with it's bio. The adoption reward is the coin amount you will receive for adopting a certain character. However, this reward will not be granted to you until you have role played your new adopted wolf actively for two weeks after the adoption date. If your adopted wolf is no longer active, the reward money will be deducted from your coin amount, the wolf will be put up for re-adoption, and you will not be able to adopt the wolf again. The amount of coin you receive for each character adopted varies with rank, age, if they were in a plot, and how important they were to the pack.. ~~~ Wolves with role player usernames still attached to their bio's can only be reclaimed. Wolves with no username (or NRP attached to their bio) are up for adoption. ( adoption population :: 11 \| reclaim population :: 0 ) * Please Note: Wolves for adoption may not be altered! This means that there names, and bio's cannot be changed! _____________________________________________________________________________ B l a i d d - ( pup ) { adoption reward: - }** kin- n/a As stubborn as a pup can be Blaidd is as solid as stone. He can be very sensitive at times though, he can dish out anything but can never take it if it's dished out to him. Harsh, stubborn, and a softy he is what the big guys are always like in the movies, strong will and big mushy hearts. His body is more on the bulky side and has a greater weight for the average wolf, but he is a Tundra wolf, a sub-species of the grey wolf. Blaidd is mostly a light brown with dark brown markings. Large white markings cover most of his face belly. His past is short because he is a pup, but he was raised until his mother was under threat by felons and left him in Lost Dreams territory saying he would be safe here. Blaidd commonly sits by himself when he is ready to snap, it a tall tale sign that he is upset. NRP _____________________________________________________________________________ W h i s p e r - ( apprentice ) { adoption reward: - } kin- n/a \| mentor- n/a A very skinny, lean, shy medium sized grey female wolf with pretty, but deadly, golden amber eyes that sparkle like stars. Although she is a little- not by much- she is a awesome fighter. She is a dreamer. She doesn't focus well but learns fast. She is also is a very fast wolf. When she says she's going to catch the thing she's after, she really is. Her teeth are sharp, and white. They can rip flesh instantly. The only thing about her, is she is mad and tricky. You can fall for her looks, her passion in what she loves to do- the way she glares at you, then....when your not looking she will tear you limb from limb and enjoy every second of it. She's mad! She enjoys the taste of blood and meat. She enjoys learning, and listening. When she was a pup she never talked. And when she did, it was a whisper. That's why her mother named her. She was supposed to be called Glow, but she was more of a Whisper. She was abused by her father when she was so young. He killed her sweet but tough mother, which made her hate him. She killed him later in life. She had no brothers or sisters. She was alone afterwards with no family. That's why she's mad. At everyone. NRP _____________________________________________________________________________ C o n a n - ( warrior ) { adoption reward: - } mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- Ace With a pelt that is neither one colour or another, it is difficult to decide what colour Conan would call himself, yet he settles with 'red with a mixture of browns and creams'. Darker red fur around his ears and head, with creams on his legs, and browns and reds along his back. With eyes that are a simple yellow, he seems nothing special. Slim and long legged, with bunched up muscle and tendons beneath his fur which are barely bigger than that of an apprentice. His strange coloured fur is always kept neat and well looked after, with no scars or defect breaking it at all. A long bushy tail follows behind his body, trailing the ground if he does not pick it up. Soft and sweet are two words that would suit his personality perfectly, as Conan hates conflict and is rarely heard to have harsh or mean words escape his maw, only in extreme fights or disagreements. Fighting is not his strong point, yet if challenged he can fight as well as he needs too. He is loyal to Lost Dreams and nothing would ever change that. He is somewhat naive about the world and is somewhat idealistic towards life, favouring the 'happy-go-lucky' approach to everything life poses. Highly optimistic about everything, and favours winter to summer as he enjoys nothing more than playing in snow and having fun. He is two years old and is somewhat immature for his age, often seen messing around as though he were an omega. Very kind to females in particular, yet he had no plans of pups/mates for the moment. Born as a single pup he was often spoiled by him mother and father, growing up with a relatively normal, happy existence, until shortly after his second year, the male decided it was time to pursue his own lifestyle away from his family and fins a pack to call his own instead of his previous loner lifestyle with his parents. NRP _____________________________________________________________________________ Z w i n a - ( warrior ) { adoption reward: - } mate- n/a \| kin- Calla (sister) \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Like a silent melody this golden female is a caring respected she-wolf who never flaws in anything. She is strong with a great sense of humor though she knows when enough is enough. Some say she shines even brighter then her sister Calla, though she knows in heart that she envies her sisters quickness and wise attitude. Zwina knows that her sister Calla could be better then her though she doesn't let her bother her. They are both strong in certain parts, though even through the pain they had gone through from there past they stick together. Zwina is a golden female wolf with bright dazzling golden eyes. She is more open then Calla and she even thinks she had more friend. Zwina is the kind of girl anyone wants to get to know. She had this special thing about her that attracts the slightest of everyone. She smiled and laughs, inviting anyone who was ever shy to open up. She is a trusted friend full of energy, though she settles down when she knows its time to react with calmness. During a battle she is quick, knocking down even wolves stronger then herself. She is the kind of mate you would want if you are waiting for a fun introduction to brighter side of everything. She is loyal and would die for her pack. She would never betray or do anything to hurt anyone she loves. Trusted and respected, she is a sun among stars. NRP _____________________________________________________________________________ B r y c e - ( warrior ) { adoption reward: - } mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a A tuft of grey fur spotted with black and hazel waves weakly on the branch of a briar. Pawsteps are muffled by the mossy pine-needle covered ground. A lithe shape weaves through the shrubbery. Gliding about the dark depths of a pine forest, dancing and weaving her way through the trees is Bryce. At the age of 1 and a half years,Bryce is a harlequin furred fae with liquid azure eyes. A voice as soft as the wind an a heart as cold as the north in mid-winter, Bryce is beautiful and dangerous at the same time. Her personality is not to be blamed on the pack. Growing up near a body of water,she learned to swim, and was practically made to glide across the ice that slowly creeps across the surface of the calm, quiet streams and rivers that are tributaries to 'her lake'. Bryce is blithe but mysterious, which draws many to her in confusion of her strange nature. Her thoughts are a tangled web,which are very hard to decipher even if effort is put forth. Bryce is a slacker, but not to be underestimated when in a fight. She consists of speed and agility more than power, and can wear done any opponent that doesn't think too carefully. Bryce is a tough fea, and is not known to back down or give up. NRP _____________________________________________________________________________ C i c a - ( apprentice ) { adoption reward: - } kin- n/a\| mentor- n/a Cica is a charcoal gray and white brute with eyes the color of the setting sun. He is cautious and jumpy, but brave in the heat of battle, and willing to fight for a good cause. He has a fragile heart in a way, and tries not to let people get too close to him, even though he is friendly in the pack, and often good humored with his friends. He is slightly lanky, and smart, with many good ideas, though he doesn't usually act on them. He had an accident with a herd of elk and was trampled on, so he is often frightened when heading into the mist of prey, but he grows serious and determined when he has a goal set in front of him. Cica used to live in a forest far away with a lot of loners, but murderous wolves took over the forest. The loners fought but they were forced out, and many were injured badly and some died. While they were traveling, Cica and the other healthy wolves went hunting after a heard of elk, but Cica was trampled and left behind, injured. His faith was then cracked from that moment forward, because he's afraid to be left behind again. NRP _____________________________________________________________________________ A r c a n e - ( warrior ) { adoption reward: - } mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a He is called a secret keeper, a lock box, someone not to trust. His name is Arcane, and secret is exactly what his name means, it's what he is. He doesn't show emotion, nor does he speak what is really on his mind, what is in his heart. He trusts no one, not even himself, with the dark secrets that lurk in his mind. He is two souls, blended into one. No one ever sees the other side of him, no one knows who he was when he was born. Arcane has a pelt silver, and what seems like a black blanket that covers him, and dark eyes that glow with emotion at every look. He is the standard size for a male wolf, but his fangs are longer than normal, his his paws are also huge. Most wolves that try to get through to him never do, and ones that are not expecting it are the ones that become his best friends.When Arcane was born, he was called Forte, meaning strong. He was brave, adventurous, and curious of all the things around him, always willing to help others and fight for the right thing. Nothing stopped him from reaching for his dreams. Then, his eldest brother, Martier, killed his sister brutally, and Arcane was blamed. His parents banished him, not willing to believe that their oldest son, the prodigy, would do such a thing. Arcane traveled alone, constantly being attacked, bruised, and beaten along his trail that was his life. He didn't know where he was going, but he followed the Northern Star by night, and slept during the day, until he didn't know who he was anymore. His old identity was nothing, a wisp of air, a small peace of dust. He named himself Arcane, and vowed he would never place his trust in anyone again, as long as he could not trust himself. The Keeper of Dark Secrets. NRP _____________________________________________________________________________ E l e d a - ( apprentice ) { adoption reward: - } kin- n/a\| mentor- n/a An everlasting flame will forever burn within her soul. Her birth was not the filling of nothing pail but the lighting of a new fire. Eleda's pelt is mixed fur of different shades of brown, making her blend in exceptionally well in woodland. And of course, Eleda was born in a dense forest to a beautiful alphess and her muscular father who was a brave alpha. She was the only one, out of her mother's litter of four, to survive a winter filled with only bitter death. Her father later fought with another alpha of a rival pack and lost the battle. Everything about her changed that day, her eyes once a pale yellow became golden voids of fiery passion. They alight the world with great meaning and purpose. Her fur grew to get very silky and wondrously beautiful. So, she continued to live with her pack till her mother also died when attacked by a moose. She then left her pack, who moved to the mountains where they have never been seen since. She started to search and train, and unbelievably became an excellent fighter. Her legs are long and powerful and gnawing on bones of her measly kills has sharpened her teeth to deadly points. She doesn't eat much, but her perfect frame is lean and unexpectedly strong and flexible. She is a shy but kind fea, many don't notice her and she really doesn't mind it. Her voice is naturally compelling and cheerful, sweetly enticing that if you can get her to talk you'll never want to leave her side. Eleda has been chasing her dreams for meaning in life, and her spirit will ever contain passion and the need for life and adventure. NRP _____________________________________________________________________________ C a l l a - ( warrior ) { adoption reward: - } mate- n/a \| kin- Zwina (sister)\| legacy- n/a \| apprentice - none An eye catching she-cat, the only thing keeping her alive is the pack she lives for. Her pride and glory always shining no matter the situation. This is Calla, sister to Zwina. They are not only different despite their resemblance, but their personalities. Calla thinks and Zwina acts. Calla is always the first to follow her sister Zwina, though she usually always catches onto what ever Zwina is thinking or planning. Calla is quick and smarter, and usually can beat Zwina anywhere. Zwina is easier to read then Calla, though unlike her sister, Calla can keep her intentions a secret. Calla is a mysterious she-wolf who had had many questions asked about her. She is usually never mad, though is you really bust her hold... she burst. She is lightning fast, faster then anything you've ever seen. Her slim build makers her lean, and quicker to react and think then react with no thought. She cares for the well being of her pack, and would even die for it. Call is a beautiful white female wolf with light grey paws and kind golden eyes that can turn in a flash to raging lightning. When night falls, she appears to be something out of a dream. Her white pelt normally white, reflects a soft light purple. Calla is a female wolf you can never forget and her loyalty is ever lasting. NRP _____________________________________________________________________________

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W h i s p e r -
( apprentice ) { adoption reward: - }
kin- n/a | mentor- n/a
A very skinny, lean, shy medium sized grey female wolf with pretty, but deadly, golden amber eyes that sparkle like stars. Although she is a little- not by much- she is a awesome fighter. She is a dreamer. She doesn't focus well but learns fast. She is also is a very fast wolf. When she says she's going to catch the thing she's after, she really is. Her teeth are sharp, and white. They can rip flesh instantly. The only thing about her, is she is mad and tricky. You can fall for her looks, her passion in what she loves to do- the way she glares at you, then....when your not looking she will tear you limb from limb and enjoy every second of it. She's mad! She enjoys the taste of blood and meat. She enjoys learning, and listening. When she was a pup she never talked. And when she did, it was a whisper. That's why her mother named her. She was supposed to be called Glow, but she was more of a Whisper. She was abused by her father when she was so young. He killed her sweet but tough mother, which made her hate him. She killed him later in life. She had no brothers or sisters. She was alone afterwards with no family. That's why she's mad. At everyone. NRP

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C o n a n -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- Ace
With a pelt that is neither one colour or another, it is difficult to decide what colour Conan would call himself, yet he settles with 'red with a mixture of browns and creams'. Darker red fur around his ears and head, with creams on his legs, and browns and reds along his back. With eyes that are a simple yellow, he seems nothing special. Slim and long legged, with bunched up muscle and tendons beneath his fur which are barely bigger than that of an apprentice. His strange coloured fur is always kept neat and well looked after, with no scars or defect breaking it at all. A long bushy tail follows behind his body, trailing the ground if he does not pick it up. Soft and sweet are two words that would suit his personality perfectly, as Conan hates conflict and is rarely heard to have harsh or mean words escape his maw, only in extreme fights or disagreements. Fighting is not his strong point, yet if challenged he can fight as well as he needs too. He is loyal to Lost Dreams and nothing would ever change that. He is somewhat naive about the world and is somewhat idealistic towards life, favouring the 'happy-go-lucky' approach to everything life poses. Highly optimistic about everything, and favours winter to summer as he enjoys nothing more than playing in snow and having fun. He is two years old and is somewhat immature for his age, often seen messing around as though he were an omega. Very kind to females in particular, yet he had no plans of pups/mates for the moment. Born as a single pup he was often spoiled by him mother and father, growing up with a relatively normal, happy existence, until shortly after his second year, the male decided it was time to pursue his own lifestyle away from his family and fins a pack to call his own instead of his previous loner lifestyle with his parents. NRP

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Z w i n a -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- Calla (sister) | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Like a silent melody this golden female is a caring respected she-wolf who never flaws in anything. She is strong with a great sense of humor though she knows when enough is enough. Some say she shines even brighter then her sister Calla, though she knows in heart that she envies her sisters quickness and wise attitude. Zwina knows that her sister Calla could be better then her though she doesn't let her bother her. They are both strong in certain parts, though even through the pain they had gone through from there past they stick together. Zwina is a golden female wolf with bright dazzling golden eyes. She is more open then Calla and she even thinks she had more friend. Zwina is the kind of girl anyone wants to get to know. She had this special thing about her that attracts the slightest of everyone. She smiled and laughs, inviting anyone who was ever shy to open up. She is a trusted friend full of energy, though she settles down when she knows its time to react with calmness. During a battle she is quick, knocking down even wolves stronger then herself. She is the kind of mate you would want if you are waiting for a fun introduction to brighter side of everything. She is loyal and would die for her pack. She would never betray or do anything to hurt anyone she loves. Trusted and respected, she is a sun among stars. NRP

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B r y c e -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
A tuft of grey fur spotted with black and hazel waves weakly on the branch of a briar. Pawsteps are muffled by the mossy pine-needle covered ground. A lithe shape weaves through the shrubbery. Gliding about the dark depths of a pine forest, dancing and weaving her way through the trees is Bryce. At the age of 1 and a half years,Bryce is a harlequin furred fae with liquid azure eyes. A voice as soft as the wind an a heart as cold as the north in mid-winter, Bryce is beautiful and dangerous at the same time. Her personality is not to be blamed on the pack. Growing up near a body of water,she learned to swim, and was practically made to glide across the ice that slowly creeps across the surface of the calm, quiet streams and rivers that are tributaries to 'her lake'. Bryce is blithe but mysterious, which draws many to her in confusion of her strange nature. Her thoughts are a tangled web,which are very hard to decipher even if effort is put forth. Bryce is a slacker, but not to be underestimated when in a fight. She consists of speed and agility more than power, and can wear done any opponent that doesn't think too carefully. Bryce is a tough fea, and is not known to back down or give up. NRP

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C i c a -
( apprentice ) { adoption reward: - }
kin- n/a| mentor- n/a
Cica is a charcoal gray and white brute with eyes the color of the setting sun. He is cautious and jumpy, but brave in the heat of battle, and willing to fight for a good cause. He has a fragile heart in a way, and tries not to let people get too close to him, even though he is friendly in the pack, and often good humored with his friends. He is slightly lanky, and smart, with many good ideas, though he doesn't usually act on them. He had an accident with a herd of elk and was trampled on, so he is often frightened when heading into the mist of prey, but he grows serious and determined when he has a goal set in front of him. Cica used to live in a forest far away with a lot of loners, but murderous wolves took over the forest. The loners fought but they were forced out, and many were injured badly and some died. While they were traveling, Cica and the other healthy wolves went hunting after a heard of elk, but Cica was trampled and left behind, injured. His faith was then cracked from that moment forward, because he's afraid to be left behind again. NRP

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A r c a n e -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
He is called a secret keeper, a lock box, someone not to trust. His name is Arcane, and secret is exactly what his name means, it's what he is. He doesn't show emotion, nor does he speak what is really on his mind, what is in his heart. He trusts no one, not even himself, with the dark secrets that lurk in his mind. He is two souls, blended into one. No one ever sees the other side of him, no one knows who he was when he was born. Arcane has a pelt silver, and what seems like a black blanket that covers him, and dark eyes that glow with emotion at every look. He is the standard size for a male wolf, but his fangs are longer than normal, his his paws are also huge. Most wolves that try to get through to him never do, and ones that are not expecting it are the ones that become his best friends.When Arcane was born, he was called Forte, meaning strong. He was brave, adventurous, and curious of all the things around him, always willing to help others and fight for the right thing. Nothing stopped him from reaching for his dreams. Then, his eldest brother, Martier, killed his sister brutally, and Arcane was blamed. His parents banished him, not willing to believe that their oldest son, the prodigy, would do such a thing. Arcane traveled alone, constantly being attacked, bruised, and beaten along his trail that was his life. He didn't know where he was going, but he followed the Northern Star by night, and slept during the day, until he didn't know who he was anymore. His old identity was nothing, a wisp of air, a small peace of dust. He named himself Arcane, and vowed he would never place his trust in anyone again, as long as he could not trust himself. The Keeper of Dark Secrets. NRP

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E l e d a -
( apprentice ) { adoption reward: - }
kin- n/a| mentor- n/a
An everlasting flame will forever burn within her soul. Her birth was not the filling of nothing pail but the lighting of a new fire. Eleda's pelt is mixed fur of different shades of brown, making her blend in exceptionally well in woodland. And of course, Eleda was born in a dense forest to a beautiful alphess and her muscular father who was a brave alpha. She was the only one, out of her mother's litter of four, to survive a winter filled with only bitter death. Her father later fought with another alpha of a rival pack and lost the battle. Everything about her changed that day, her eyes once a pale yellow became golden voids of fiery passion. They alight the world with great meaning and purpose. Her fur grew to get very silky and wondrously beautiful. So, she continued to live with her pack till her mother also died when attacked by a moose. She then left her pack, who moved to the mountains where they have never been seen since. She started to search and train, and unbelievably became an excellent fighter. Her legs are long and powerful and gnawing on bones of her measly kills has sharpened her teeth to deadly points. She doesn't eat much, but her perfect frame is lean and unexpectedly strong and flexible. She is a shy but kind fea, many don't notice her and she really doesn't mind it. Her voice is naturally compelling and cheerful, sweetly enticing that if you can get her to talk you'll never want to leave her side. Eleda has been chasing her dreams for meaning in life, and her spirit will ever contain passion and the need for life and adventure. NRP

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C a l l a -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- Zwina (sister)| legacy- n/a | apprentice - none
An eye catching she-cat, the only thing keeping her alive is the pack she lives for. Her pride and glory always shining no matter the situation. This is Calla, sister to Zwina. They are not only different despite their resemblance, but their personalities. Calla thinks and Zwina acts. Calla is always the first to follow her sister Zwina, though she usually always catches onto what ever Zwina is thinking or planning. Calla is quick and smarter, and usually can beat Zwina anywhere. Zwina is easier to read then Calla, though unlike her sister, Calla can keep her intentions a secret. Calla is a mysterious she-wolf who had had many questions asked about her. She is usually never mad, though is you really bust her hold... she burst. She is lightning fast, faster then anything you've ever seen. Her slim build makers her lean, and quicker to react and think then react with no thought. She cares for the well being of her pack, and would even die for it. Call is a beautiful white female wolf with light grey paws and kind golden eyes that can turn in a flash to raging lightning. When night falls, she appears to be something out of a dream. Her white pelt normally white, reflects a soft light purple. Calla is a female wolf you can never forget and her loyalty is ever lasting. NRP

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I.m.a.g.i.n.e.d . D.e.a.t.h . M.e.m.b.e.r.s

lostnoblivion4 — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 15:23:50 CST

I m a g i n e d . D e a t h ;;

&& W E L C O M E . T O . Y O U R . F U N E R A L . . .
{Malicious and murderous, devoid of all emotion. Only helping one another if there is something in it for them, these wolves hardly care for anything or anyone besides themselves. If you're looking for solace or protection, you've come to the wrong place. If you're looking for blood or malice, welcome home.}

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population: 6 males - 2 \| females - 4

EAC - Excused from Activity Check (does not have to check in this week)
PRP - Pending Role Player (reclaim your character)
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F o c u s -
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Like the artist's canvas, colors bespeckle the pelt of this femme, creating a mesmerizing pattern. Her calico coloring blends the fea in well with the foliage of the forest. Her oculars are not dazzling- a simply one toned yellow. Focus is in no way the most beautiful fae of the forest, but there is a sort of innocent attractiveness in the femme's gaze. Focus grew up in a tightly knit pack of family members. She spent her days learning herbs and healer tricks. It seems her duty as a healer was determined early on. Though she seems it, Focus is in no way innocent. The fea grew up with death as a constant companion. It is the only consistant figure in her life. Focus can count on death; it will always prevail. As a healer, she prolongs life, but knows death is inevitable. She has accepted this fact, becoming comfortable with the idea. She serves her life for her trade. It matters not the pack- healing does not exclude. She will help any wolf who asks, and even those who do not. Like her name, her focus is strong and steady. Focus isn't kind, though her touch is gentle. Compassion isn't needed to heal a wound, nor are sugar-coated words. She isn't a femme to lend a listening ear; Focus prefers silence to mindless chatter. Some may call her prude or stuck up- she merely prefers her own buisness. The affairs of other wolves are of little interest. Unless there are wolves to be healed, Focus keeps to herself. Rped by ~HeartShapedLocket~

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D a h l i a -
mate- n/a | kin- Fatal (step-sister) | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Dahlia has rust colored fur with some darker flecks along her back. The rust color lightens when it touches her belly, paws and muzzle into yellow orange. Her face has the most intense red fur than any other parts of her body. Dahlia eyes are probably much more intense than her rust face, it's because of the fact that they are different in color; her irises are icy blue, so icy that it's almost white. Compared to icy blue; the color of her pupils are deep dark black. The darkest of dark blacks. Her figure is very feminine; her whole body is sleek and graceful. Even the way she walks is elegant. Her limbs are graceful shaped like her body. This fea's head is narrow, with a muzzle that is quite longer than normal, along with large thin ears. The female is a little on the more judgmental side of things, however. She is a very decisive creature, and once she's made up her mind about something it is very hard to change it. This is especially true when it comes to others. Her opinions are often formed on first impressions alone making it hard for others to befriend her sometimes. Once she gets it in her head that she doesn't like someone, she'll continuously snub him or her until either the other creature gets the hint or actually manages to change her mind. Of course, if she is wronged in some way she tends to hold a grudge. Her temper isn't so much fiery as it is vindictive. Dahlia has a bad habit of bottling up her anger as well. She'll sit and stew and plot her revenge until it all spills out in one uncontrollable rush. Unfortunately, the one on the receiving end of her wrath usually isn't the one who initially caused it. She has a tough shell, but underneath it all she really is a sweetheart. She's a bit of a flirt, but there is nothing more she wants than a chance to have pups of her own. Children are her weakness; she absolutely adores them. They have this magical hold on her that leaves her absolutely fascinated every time she is in the presence of one. Whether it be engaging them in a bit of rough play or imparting a bit of wisdom in them, they never fail to warm her heart and bring out the best in her. Rped by StellaLani

C r u m b l e -
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
If you tried to show him light, he'd simply shrug his shoulders and walk into the dark. If you tried to speak to him about death, he would shrug his shoulders in indifference, for he had to worry about life. If you attempted to beg for mercy when he held your life pulse in his claws, your words would fall on deaf ears. For Crumble doesn't care for the troubles or words of others, which makes him earth shatteringly strong. His thoughts are unwavering, and his brown eyes are dampened with a thick truth that most wolves avoid with murderous intents. His cream and brown fur is a thick shelter from the world around him, but he is one of the few who refuses to hide. All in all, on a normal day, Crumble is not evil. Although he doesn't speak very much, his thoughts are without murder. However, when the rush of battle overruns him, one must be careful not to be in his way, for if he sets his eyes on you, there is not much you can do to escape. He is lethal in battle, his speed incredible, and while he isn't massively strong, he knows how to use the muscle he does have to advantage. Many wolves can find Crumble irritating at best, as he is un-bothered by any wolf that attempts to take over his mind. His beliefs are few but firm, and while his words sometimes don't make sense to those around him, he is practically an impenetrable wall. Contrary to popular belief, he isn't named for him falling apart, it is for the effect he tends to have on others. Rped by TearBubble

S e v i a l
mate- n / a | kin- n / a | legacy- n / a | apprentice- n / a
The body of a wolf, but the soul of a demon. Sevial is ordinary sized for a grown male wolf. His pelt is so dark, it looks as though he was molded from the very night. There are no variations of color in his pelt. It is all the same color, onyx black. Pale yellow orbs peer out from the mass of black, the only indication of an actual wolf inside this hellion's body. But even his dead eyes aren't a comforting sight. They barely register any emotion at all, making him seem like a zombie. His soul is cloaked in darkness. Ever since he was a pup, Sevial was never a nice character. He always sat in the shadow of his sister, Nemaari, who was said to be pure of spirit. She was always attended to and Sheyn was left in the dust. When his sister failed her duties, he could not help but feel a swell of satisfaction at his sister's imperfections. He was now the favourite child, the one everyone cared about. From then on, a darkness so strong began to grow inside of him that he eventually lost control of it. Not wanting to be shamed by his family as well, Sevial left a little after his sister. Not quite sure where to go, Sevial was a loner for all of his apprentice years. He taught himself how to hunt as well as fight and found that her had a natural talent for bloodshed. His soul hardened, leaving the empty shell of a wolf who no longer cared for the well-being of anyone but himself. He simply learned to survive by being brutal and merciless. Rped by ~HeartShapedLocket~

B l o o d s p e l l -
mate- n/a | kin- Incubus, Creature | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/aA ragged-fur femme with a silver pelt and ghostly colored eyes. Red flecks dot them almost like a blood-splatter. Her lithe form isn't as pretty as many femmes, yet she is beautiful in her own way. She has an entoxicating aroma that constantly surrounds her and drags males her way. She has an innocent look plastered on her face like a mask- And that is what it is. She is what some would consider "fake". She is the fea that taunts the brutes and thinks she is better than the femmes. She never shows her true emotions or even her true self. She plays with other's feelings and loves to break hearts; Perhaps it's because all she has ever known was sadness, and likes to pass on it's never-ending wrath. Beneath her shield, Bloodspell is a true philosopher, with deep understandings and words that any would imagine even passing through her mind. She contemplates things that are difficult to grasp and enjoys it. Her voice is like a whispy wind on a quiet night; And is more or less intimidating depending on her words. When she was born, she was immediately taken from her parents along with her brothers- Creature and Incubus. They were raised among a blood-thirsty pack, all with names that would make you shiver. Placing on her mask over her true personality she kept herself sane, at least, kept herself from becoming a monsterous killer. She was tortured and roughened and force to bear pups with wolves she had never known. She finally escaped when the alpha of the pack was assassined as many wolves also did, though the loyal ones stayed and attempted to round up the escapees. Spell and her brothers escaped, though they left each other once they were out of reach. They had all grown apart during their short lives. Bloodspell is still young and has a long life ahead of her, if only she could escape from her past. Rped by lostnoblivion4

X i o n -
kin- n/a | mentor- n/a
Words barely grasp on who exactly this young wolf is, who, and was. With eyes that glow an alluring, yet cold and emotionless, sort of amber and a pelt that was sewn from the cold and merciless depths of winter. Xion is something you could call twisted kind of beautiful. She is also more petite then most wolves, usually very thin compared to a normal wolf. But she was also given powerful legs along with petite and graceful form. She doesn't wear a smile, but more of a kind of smirk. Xion is young, and most of the time misunderstood that because of her petite form that she is weak. But, I kid you not, that she could kill you without a second thought. When she has her mind set on something there is no changing it, for it's better just to sit back and watch her unravel her secrets and plans to you. Xion doesn't care for anyone, for that's how she was raised. No one is out there to help you so you might as well gone on alone. Under her skin she is the monster that you fear worst, tearing at your whole being and pushing you aside. Xion while sometimes will lose control of herself and become this wolf exactly. Her whole aura is this wolf, a warning to stay back or trouble. Xion is also very crafty, she seems as if she can get inside your head and make your nightmares your worst reality. She'll make a wolf go insane with her word play. She is confusing for she is one of the hardest to figure out, so it's at your best not to try at all. Xion doesn't wish for a family, or someone to hold close, they only break your heart. Rped by CheshireGrins

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C.o.l.d . H.e.a.r.t.s { Reclaim && Adopt }

lostnoblivion4 — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 14:29:29 CST

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( adoption population :: 8 \| reclaim population :: 0 ) _____________________________________________________________________________ S u i c i d e - ( alpha female/warrior ) mate- n/a \| kin- Split\| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Summers ago, deep within a peaceful forest there were two wolves, they were called Ever and Trace. The two were the best of friends and had always been. Our story revolves around the fae, Ever. She was falling deeply in love with her companion Trace, he was just everything she had always wanted and needed. Finely she built up enough strength and courage to tell him. It was a warm mid-summers day. She was rejected, he only wanted her as a friend and nothing more. Trace and Ever didn't speak for days. The same question relentlessly ran through Ever's mind ever second of the day, "Why?" She was going insane. The leaves were changing colors and beginning to fall by the time she asked him. Trace said it simply and directly, "I don't love you." In a blind fury she attacked and killed Trace. Something she regrets dearly to this very day. After that she changed her name to Suicide and moved away from the place. She soon found cold hearts and her skills and loyalty granted her the position of alpha. Suicides pelt is of black and white and her eyes are a stunning green. Her legs are long and lean, making her a swift runner. She excels in battle and combat, one of the very best. Suicide has no tolerance for a disobedient wolf and will make quick work of straitening out the wolf. Her personality is strong and can be fierce but she is a kind wolf. She isn't afraid of much and will give her life for her pack, tho she can't be killed easily. This is just Suicide. Through all the pain she has ran, trumped, stumbled, and pushed through Suicide has a hope, the hope that she will never again have to feel the pain or have to be in a relationship of unrequited love. She doesn't want to be the heart breaker, or the heartbroken.NRP S p l i t - mate- n/a \| kin- Suicide \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a I am two. Not one. I will never walk alone. There is always another. I am two. Not one. Split is a fae of a long pelt of black and white and bright insane green eyes. Split was born into a small pack, she had a brother and a sister. Her sister was named Ever and her brother was called Demon. Ever left the pack when she became an apprentice, Split was left with Demon. In thepack a certain wolf was chosen to become alpha and she was chosen. Split was the youngest wolf of the litter and Demon was outrage that such a weakling was chosen and him not. Demon was the eldest and had a serious attitude. Split was a night wondering wolf and she loved to walk around at night, Demon took this to his advantage. He attacked her and tried to murder the young fae. He failed and was banished from the pack. Split went on about her life with the pain of losing both her siblings, and with the ache of being betrayed. Not one wolf in the pack knew what was to happen soon. Demon was gathering wolves, loners, rogues, outcasts, any wolf willing. Once his forces grew large enough to over take the pack he raided the camp. He drug out Split and had nearly every wolf drug out in front of his sister and murdered. One after another. His gang made careful care to take out every patrol and to capture every wolf. Split was the only one left to live, a cruel act by her brother to make her suffer. She just a young warrior at the time laid in her once to-be kingdom and cried. She spent many moons alone, growing insane. In her loneliness she created a friend, an alter ego. A split personality. Split can be a hyper wolf, nice, and compassionate then a sudden change to a coldness that seeps from her very being into your own soul. Split is an amazing fighter and a hunter of skill, but only enough to keep her alive. Split is easy to get to know but her multitude of personalities scares most wolves off. She became deathly afraid of the dark and refuses to venture out at night. If Split does, she jumps and yelps in terror at ever cracking twig. Split is split. NRP L u c i f e r - ( warrior ) mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Lucifer is a large blue/gray wolf with white and light brown markings with large venom yellow eyes that are full of poison. Lucifer is nor good nor evil, but torn between Angels and Demons. Lucifer is Kind, but Cruel type of character, never really fitting in to places. Being feared and mocked since birth has morphed this male in to one who is always scared, angry and depressed. His kind face is masked by his evil eyes. Lucifer has a history of being, well not fitting in. He has a hard time getting along with Males and to him all females won't like hm. He only listens to the leader and nothing else. A strong fighter and a swift runner he is. He has it stuck in his mind that NO female will ever love him he he has given up on love. He thinks that they won't like him in any way shape or form, no matter how much they flirt and say they love him, he won't listen. Lucifer has a habit of judging people at first before getting to know them. With no family, friends or a home this loner hopes to find at least one of those things. NRP R o z e n e - ( warrior ) mate- n/a \| kin- Broken \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Beautiful to look at but a dangerous being at the touch. A female that seems to drain the life out of anything, sucking up the power to go on. Because she does this wolves run away, scared of this female's beautiful, but deadly, appearance. Rozene's fur glows a pure white that would seem to appear as a mist that just hold her together and electric shocked green eyes that shine brighter then any other. Like most wolves, she craves for passion and love, for someone who won't reject her. The has only been on wolf who was ever been close to Rozene and that was her brother, Broken. She tends to stay closer then necessary, slightly hiding behind rather then next to him when she meets new wolves, making sure they won't harm her. Don't take her for granted for she seems to 'loss control' at times and break into sobs. Or sometimes worse. But at night Rozene becomes more of a happy being as the voices sing her to sleep. NRP B r o k e n - ( warrior ) mate- n/a \| kin- Rozene \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a For his name says it all. Broken has been abused, toyed with, and burned to shreds. All he has left his sister, Rozene. For he protects her with all that he has, hoping that she will find love and friendship unlike him. He would do anything to help her for Broken feels she is special. His pelt is the dawn of darkness, sewn for the shadows of his heart. His eyes are a unmistakable golden that shine with the power of the sun. Broken is nor light or dark, but something that stays in between. Secretly he hopes to find love. Someone to stay by him at night and help the pain fade away. But he now wonders if that's even possible, love. Love is a tricky thing for him, he can't quite understand what it means. What it stands for. This is why he hopes to find it, to feel the emotion of love. Someone that will unravel the dark territory of his mind. NRP H a l o - ( apprentice ) mentor - n/a\| kin - n/a The ever beautiful she-wolf,Halo. Daughter of Dark and his mate Blue. White pelt with black ear tips, paws and a striped tail, Halo has penetrating ice blue eyes that she got from her mother. She is long and slender like her father, but her personality is like fire. She doubts her limits sometimes, but isn't afraid to challenge them. She always leaps paws-first into trouble, not waiting for anyone. She never belonged in Cold Hearts, and probably never will. She has one flaw that she keeps a secret. She cannot smell. When she was younger, she got attacked by a badger, nearly costing her life. Somehow in the attack, Halo's nose was scarred so badly she lost the sense of smell. Cold Heart's dark core tempts her with hidden desires, to become a true killer, and her golden heart slowly turns to stone. NRP F a t u m - (warrior) mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a A beautiful but deadly ivory fea with dangerous green eyes that stare straight through you. She is an excellent liar and deceiver, which is why she can easily pin point when another is lying. She has a nasty sense of humor concerning blood and guts, and she likes to see it; blood-stained paws are like an accessory. She laughs when a wolf challenges her, and taunts the weak with aggressive and hurtful words. Her muscular legs and lithe body help her to have the element of surprise when in battle; her shaggy fur disguises her true shape. If insulted, the fea doesn't hold back from attacking. Blood lust is what some would call it, but she doesn't like blood itself. She likes to see it; a scarlet blanket that covers the ground around her paws and the body that she has slain. Fatum was raised with her siblings by her father after their mother died giving birth to them. Her father trained them as fighters... Assassins. When they were apprentice sized he made them fight to the death, only the strongest lived. Fatum came out victorious but took revenge and killed her father also. So then she traveled, murdering for fun. The call her the Phantom in the Forest of Blood. NRP P h i l i p - (warrior) mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a A dark gray wolf with brown eyes, Philip is of a dashing nature, with a charming level gaze and polite mannerisms. Never mind how he stands awkwardly to one side, seemingly not a part of any real group, or how he shrinks from lightning, this male is a true friend to all he's acquainted with, and loves his family fiercely. Loyalty means the world to him, he has no intention of backing down from his hopes and dreams, and disobedience in his opinion is something to be punished for. Works hard at what he does, this young wolf does, and will always work hard until he draws his final breath. Has a long tail and a slender, strong, build. Has not fallen completely in love with any she-wolf as of now, but if he ever does, you can be assured that he will be head over paws in love with her, and will never desert her, for to him, love is something so rare, and so strong, that it's shared bond can never be broken. NRP

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Wolves with role player usernames still attached to their bio's can only be reclaimed.
Wolves with no username (or NRP attached to their bio) are up for adoption.
( adoption population :: 8 | reclaim population :: 0 )

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S u i c i d e -
( alpha female/warrior )
mate- n/a | kin- Split| legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Summers ago, deep within a peaceful forest there were two wolves, they were called Ever and Trace. The two were the best of friends and had always been. Our story revolves around the fae, Ever. She was falling deeply in love with her companion Trace, he was just everything she had always wanted and needed. Finely she built up enough strength and courage to tell him. It was a warm mid-summers day. She was rejected, he only wanted her as a friend and nothing more. Trace and Ever didn't speak for days. The same question relentlessly ran through Ever's mind ever second of the day, "Why?" She was going insane. The leaves were changing colors and beginning to fall by the time she asked him. Trace said it simply and directly, "I don't love you." In a blind fury she attacked and killed Trace. Something she regrets dearly to this very day. After that she changed her name to Suicide and moved away from the place. She soon found cold hearts and her skills and loyalty granted her the position of alpha. Suicides pelt is of black and white and her eyes are a stunning green. Her legs are long and lean, making her a swift runner. She excels in battle and combat, one of the very best. Suicide has no tolerance for a disobedient wolf and will make quick work of straitening out the wolf. Her personality is strong and can be fierce but she is a kind wolf. She isn't afraid of much and will give her life for her pack, tho she can't be killed easily. This is just Suicide. Through all the pain she has ran, trumped, stumbled, and pushed through Suicide has a hope, the hope that she will never again have to feel the pain or have to be in a relationship of unrequited love. She doesn't want to be the heart breaker, or the heartbroken.NRP

S p l i t -
mate- n/a | kin- Suicide | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
I am two. Not one. I will never walk alone. There is always another. I am two. Not one. Split is a fae of a long pelt of black and white and bright insane green eyes. Split was born into a small pack, she had a brother and a sister. Her sister was named Ever and her brother was called Demon. Ever left the pack when she became an apprentice, Split was left with Demon. In thepack a certain wolf was chosen to become alpha and she was chosen. Split was the youngest wolf of the litter and Demon was outrage that such a weakling was chosen and him not. Demon was the eldest and had a serious attitude. Split was a night wondering wolf and she loved to walk around at night, Demon took this to his advantage. He attacked her and tried to murder the young fae. He failed and was banished from the pack. Split went on about her life with the pain of losing both her siblings, and with the ache of being betrayed. Not one wolf in the pack knew what was to happen soon. Demon was gathering wolves, loners, rogues, outcasts, any wolf willing. Once his forces grew large enough to over take the pack he raided the camp. He drug out Split and had nearly every wolf drug out in front of his sister and murdered. One after another. His gang made careful care to take out every patrol and to capture every wolf. Split was the only one left to live, a cruel act by her brother to make her suffer. She just a young warrior at the time laid in her once to-be kingdom and cried. She spent many moons alone, growing insane. In her loneliness she created a friend, an alter ego. A split personality. Split can be a hyper wolf, nice, and compassionate then a sudden change to a coldness that seeps from her very being into your own soul. Split is an amazing fighter and a hunter of skill, but only enough to keep her alive. Split is easy to get to know but her multitude of personalities scares most wolves off. She became deathly afraid of the dark and refuses to venture out at night. If Split does, she jumps and yelps in terror at ever cracking twig. Split is split. NRP

L u c i f e r -
( warrior )
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Lucifer is a large blue/gray wolf with white and light brown markings with large venom yellow eyes that are full of poison. Lucifer is nor good nor evil, but torn between Angels and Demons. Lucifer is Kind, but Cruel type of character, never really fitting in to places. Being feared and mocked since birth has morphed this male in to one who is always scared, angry and depressed. His kind face is masked by his evil eyes. Lucifer has a history of being, well not fitting in. He has a hard time getting along with Males and to him all females won't like hm. He only listens to the leader and nothing else. A strong fighter and a swift runner he is. He has it stuck in his mind that NO female will ever love him he he has given up on love. He thinks that they won't like him in any way shape or form, no matter how much they flirt and say they love him, he won't listen. Lucifer has a habit of judging people at first before getting to know them. With no family, friends or a home this loner hopes to find at least one of those things. NRP

R o z e n e -
( warrior )
mate- n/a | kin- Broken | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Beautiful to look at but a dangerous being at the touch. A female that seems to drain the life out of anything, sucking up the power to go on. Because she does this wolves run away, scared of this female's beautiful, but deadly, appearance. Rozene's fur glows a pure white that would seem to appear as a mist that just hold her together and electric shocked green eyes that shine brighter then any other. Like most wolves, she craves for passion and love, for someone who won't reject her. The has only been on wolf who was ever been close to Rozene and that was her brother, Broken. She tends to stay closer then necessary, slightly hiding behind rather then next to him when she meets new wolves, making sure they won't harm her. Don't take her for granted for she seems to 'loss control' at times and break into sobs. Or sometimes worse. But at night Rozene becomes more of a happy being as the voices sing her to sleep. NRP

B r o k e n -
( warrior )
mate- n/a | kin- Rozene | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
For his name says it all. Broken has been abused, toyed with, and burned to shreds. All he has left his sister, Rozene. For he protects her with all that he has, hoping that she will find love and friendship unlike him. He would do anything to help her for Broken feels she is special. His pelt is the dawn of darkness, sewn for the shadows of his heart. His eyes are a unmistakable golden that shine with the power of the sun. Broken is nor light or dark, but something that stays in between. Secretly he hopes to find love. Someone to stay by him at night and help the pain fade away. But he now wonders if that's even possible, love. Love is a tricky thing for him, he can't quite understand what it means. What it stands for. This is why he hopes to find it, to feel the emotion of love. Someone that will unravel the dark territory of his mind. NRP

H a l o -
( apprentice )
mentor - n/a| kin - n/a
The ever beautiful she-wolf,Halo. Daughter of Dark and his mate Blue. White pelt with black ear tips, paws and a striped tail, Halo has penetrating ice blue eyes that she got from her mother. She is long and slender like her father, but her personality is like fire. She doubts her limits sometimes, but isn't afraid to challenge them. She always leaps paws-first into trouble, not waiting for anyone. She never belonged in Cold Hearts, and probably never will. She has one flaw that she keeps a secret. She cannot smell. When she was younger, she got attacked by a badger, nearly costing her life. Somehow in the attack, Halo's nose was scarred so badly she lost the sense of smell. Cold Heart's dark core tempts her with hidden desires, to become a true killer, and her golden heart slowly turns to stone. NRP

F a t u m -
(warrior)
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
A beautiful but deadly ivory fea with dangerous green eyes that stare straight through you. She is an excellent liar and deceiver, which is why she can easily pin point when another is lying. She has a nasty sense of humor concerning blood and guts, and she likes to see it; blood-stained paws are like an accessory. She laughs when a wolf challenges her, and taunts the weak with aggressive and hurtful words. Her muscular legs and lithe body help her to have the element of surprise when in battle; her shaggy fur disguises her true shape. If insulted, the fea doesn't hold back from attacking. Blood lust is what some would call it, but she doesn't like blood itself. She likes to see it; a scarlet blanket that covers the ground around her paws and the body that she has slain. Fatum was raised with her siblings by her father after their mother died giving birth to them. Her father trained them as fighters... Assassins. When they were apprentice sized he made them fight to the death, only the strongest lived. Fatum came out victorious but took revenge and killed her father also. So then she traveled, murdering for fun. The call her the Phantom in the Forest of Blood. NRP

P h i l i p -
(warrior)
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
A dark gray wolf with brown eyes, Philip is of a dashing nature, with a charming level gaze and polite mannerisms. Never mind how he stands awkwardly to one side, seemingly not a part of any real group, or how he shrinks from lightning, this male is a true friend to all he's acquainted with, and loves his family fiercely. Loyalty means the world to him, he has no intention of backing down from his hopes and dreams, and disobedience in his opinion is something to be punished for. Works hard at what he does, this young wolf does, and will always work hard until he draws his final breath. Has a long tail and a slender, strong, build. Has not fallen completely in love with any she-wolf as of now, but if he ever does, you can be assured that he will be head over paws in love with her, and will never desert her, for to him, love is something so rare, and so strong, that it's shared bond can never be broken. NRP

D.a.r.k . T.o.r.m.e.n.t . M.e.m.b.e.r.s

lostnoblivion4 — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 12:13:11 CST

Dark, bloodthirsty, evil; these words describe the wolves of Dark Torment.
They get a feeling of delightful pleasure from watching wolves be in pain, mentally or physically.
They are likely to kill anything that moves outside of their pack, murder lies withing their empty hearts.
Blood stains their pelts, is it yours?

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population - 10 wolves {females- 9 |males- 1}

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bETA . fEMALE :;	bio :: mate - \| kin - \| legacy - \| apprentice -

yOUR aIDS ::

hEALER :;	B l u e n o - mate - \| kin - \| legacy - \| apprentice - What are you going to tell this wolf when you cross his path, intent on killing? He has seen and felt much more than most other wolves, and your petty words don't mean much. He's a wolf that is unreachable to the conventional. Don't try to offer him blood or power, as he'll simply laugh in your face. It is past his time to care about rise to fame. In fact, Blueno was never one to care much for such artificial desires. His words are too cross, and his speech too wicked. However, if you ever come across a wolf that has experienced Blueno's hospitality, they will not describe him as anything but wonderful. He is a wolf that is quick and efficient with his paws, able to heal most wounds, and is gifted at remembering herbs. He keeps his profession strictly as being a healer, and when asked to fight, will refuse. There are probably reasons for this behavior, but Blueno refuses to reveal much of his past, except for in stories he tells to young ones. He is older than most wolves, a senior that will probably retire soon. However, don't think him weak for that fact. He has a wicked sense of humor and cunning, and his massive body is hard to ignore. His pelt is a sloppy mixture of grays, blacks, browns, and whites, and his face is littered with scars. He is rather haggard, and doesn't look very sleek, nor does he care much for his appearance. His voice is booming and attention-demanding, while his laugh is boisterous. And while it may not seem that he really belongs with a pack of demon killers, it is where he finds his home. He is fiercely loyal to Dark Torment pack, and is one of the rare wolves that will stop to hear about your problems. He doesn't care for the taste of blood, but doesn't mind raising his claws in battle. All in all, he could be your best friend or your worst enemy, just be sure not to taunt him for his age. Rped by TearBubble
hEALER'S . aPPRENTICE :;	bio :: mate - \| kin - \| legacy - \| apprentice -

yOUR wARRIORS ::

lEAD . wARRIOR :;	bio :: mate - \| kin - \| legacy - \| apprentice -
wARRIORS :;	F a t a l mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a The darkness indeed does envelop the efficient mistress, assisting to her tactics of scaring the prey and anyone she does happen to see, producing her name: Fatal. They feel an emotion of horror because she does indeed look like something of a nightmare, like a goddess of death herself, with emotionless cold silver oculars like the spirit of a ghost. Truly a frighteningly great time will be had when your around her. She is a master of seduction and a tease, but don't take her attempts at being sweet as a compliment. This wolf is fatal, in both mind and soul. She'll break your heart, and slowly lead you to your death in her stunning silver eyes. She has a way of manipulating other wolves, making them believe what they don't want to, or even worse by making them believe her. Even with her dangerous reputation, males are still drawn to her and she plays everyone of them. She's waiting for the one male that can truly match her. No one knows much about Fatal, she was found as a pup almost dead beside a river. She is now a cherished warrior of Scarlet Fang pack because of her unique killing tactics. She will charm you, she will seduce you, she might even kill you. Rped by StellaLani I n v a s i o n - mate - n/a \| kin - Fantasy(sister) \| legacy - n/a \| apprentice - n/a The only true essence of perfection, her voice the one of those you might hear in your very dreams, taking over your mind, body, and the darkest part of your soul. She is the femme known as Invasion. Haunting violet orbs stare through the darkness of her very heart, her eyes act as a dare to come close to her venom-like aurora. Her silver body hold the grace that seems unfair to the other wolves that grace her presence. Her silm body may act as an illusion to those who happen to catch her fancy, playing the deadliest of mind tricks. But at all fair game it's to not fall into her trap, for under the beauty of an angel lies something. A monster drenched in the blood of the innocent and the monster that lies inside her is not sorry, not taking a second thought at the bodies that lay lifeless. But at night they haunt the true Invasion, the one that silently regrets the blood that stains her pelt. But the femme will never let you see her true self for she hides it behind her word play as well as her deadly gaze. The wolves that she meets would never expect her to have tears trace her eyes for the only see her as the role she plays in the story, the beauty but at the same time the beast. But Invasion fears the day a male will come and take her heart and become as vulnerable as a newborn pup. Because of this she trusts no one, pushing them aside with a glare that would make you believe that no one could love a monster, even if it is hiding behind a look of perfection and beauty. Rped by CheshireGrins F a n t a s y - mate - \| kin - Invasion(sister) \| legacy - \| apprentice - This femme is an everlasting kiss, the last breath you take before you find yourself in the world of the dark and twisted, the cry of pain the escapes her lips as tears run down your face. She is the heartbreak that can change your life forever, change it to only a whisper in the past as she overcomes you. Like her name. she is a true fantasy to those who find themselves falling in love with her features. Fantasy's violet eyes wll truly overpower you, making you think that your only in a dream. As if this femme is not deadly but like a doe, scared and harmless. But be careful not to fall into her spell for all you'll see is her, her shadow pelt under the very moonlight as she smiles at you like she wasn't going to end your life at the very spot. There is no chance at you breaking the ice that stays around her heart like armour, not letting anything get in or out. Fantasy can not bare to fall in love, the fear of someone stealing her heart only to break it takes over her. Maybe a male could break her, make her feel like she has something to live for. She stares at the world through eyes that seem to never have an end, her eyes watching the stars that hang above her head, taunting her to try and reach them. And yet deep down inside she craves for something to hold close, someone who could actually love her. But it's all a dream, a fantasy that remains to live in her head to the dawn of time. Rped by CheshireGrins D e a t h - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Death's her promise, her goal, her life. The typical grey she-wolf, right? Wrong. Her fur is that of white snow with grey shadows dancing all over her slender corps. Pools that of golden brown like the setting sun in the west or a harvesting moon. Scars cover the she-wolf's corps, but she doesn't care; they're battle wounds. Living life, trained to hate those around her, Death has always had an ice-filled heart. Her parents raised her to hate.. To kill. Told her that her purpose in life was to make other wolves suffer through physical pain that could damage them for life or simply kill them. Mind set on killing, this beautifully dangerous she-wolf became a murderer before her first birthday. She grew little muscle, seeing her brother and sisters become more thick than she was. She grew hatred towards her siblings because her pup-mother favored them more.. Seeing them have more of a chance in life when she apparently didn't. By two years old, Dee murdered her pup-mother. She made the terrible crime look like her father had committed it and soon had him banished from the lands. Dee had great pleasure in killing her pup-mother and decided to attack her siblings one dark and cold night. Getting scars from the three, the infamous shaded she fled from the bloody crimes committed from her lone and dead family. She sought revenge on her father, knowing he had done nothing but teach her ways of evilness. Bloodthirsty for a fresh kill, after two years of searching and killing, she finally found her father and killed him quickly. When her craving for blood faded slightly, she soon got pregnant. Two months later, she gave birth to four beautiful pups, but left them alone. She now wonders aimlessly around the woods, bloodthirsty and ready for battle. Rped by Splashes.Kwik.Sand

tHE tRAINIE'S ::

aPPRENTICES :;

C i n d e r e l l a -
Mate- n/a | Kin- n/a| Legacy- n/a | Mentor- n/a
Did you ever want something to last forever? Something that you desired so much that you would shed your family's blood for it. A young femme craves a very something, something that seems unspeakable to those who do not waste their time with it. A single word: Love. Cinderella has never had this, ripped out of her paws before she could barley even grasp onto it. Her own family has toyed with her emotions, each and every little one. Twisting her insides with words of hate as they whipped out her knowing of all things that come from the heart. But why did they do these things to poor little Cinderella? She had killed her own siblings, but not knowing what she had done to them. For she had met a quite charming brute, using his words of silk to trick the young apprentice to give her siblings the brightest of scarlet berries. Death Berries. She watched as her brothers and sisters fell to the ground, one by one, as they started coughing on the berries as their throats started to close off the air. And she couldn't do anything as tears started from her scarlet eyes, matching the color of the very berries that killed her siblings. Cinderella tried to explain, trying to tell her pack that she didn't mean any harm. That she was tricked. And at the very moment she had told them about the silver silhouette of a brute she had talked to they had thought of her as insane. But the alphas of her pack had choose to keep the naive form of Cinderella, but they treated her like old prey. Swept aside among those who had proved themselves worthy of being a warrior of a pack. But again, the young femme met the male again, knowing him now as Prince. He told her that her pack didn't understand her like he did.He told her to come away with her, so young Cinderella could learn the ways of a killer. But Prince didn't tell her this as she found herself craving the feeling of blood against her lips, the taste of a bittersweet love song. Her killings became vivid flashes of a monster with a blood stained ivory pelt, something that Prince had created. Something that you find in your nightmares, but because of her beauty, in your fantasy lands also. But Cinderella found herself tricked by Prince, for he left her as soon as he grew bored of telling her lies of loving her. And now an advanced form of Cinderella finds herself in the pack of Dark Torment, seeking the revenge that lays in the darkness of her broken heart. But she find herself asking the same question every time. Why? Rped by CheshireGrins

tHE lEGACY ::

lUPUS . mATRIS :;	V a l o r a - mate - Ashes\| kin - \| legacy - Othella & Mosaic \| apprentice- n/a Valora is a small, lithe, white she-wolf with amber eyes and bloody past that has never left her mind. She is quick and witty, and always fast on making desicions, and most think the young she-wolf foolish, but she always thinks before she acts, even if it's quick thinking. If Valora enters a battle, she will come out with new scars, but not as many as her opponents. She loves seeing her own paws blood stained, and lives to hear the cries for help of unfortunate souls that stumble into her grip. Some wolves find her foolish and ditzy, but truth be told she is fierce, loyal, and not afriad to take down a wolf twice her size, which isn't too hard for the she-wolf. Arguing and proving points is something she is magnificent at, and stands her ground even if she is wrong. As a younger wolf she talked back and hardly listened to elders, because she cares only what she herself thinks. When she was a pup her father killed her family. and tried to drown her before he had an accident on the ice, which let Valora escape unscathed. She swore she would never kill, but the instinct and lust for blood took over her control. She is stubborn and strong willed, but the urge was too great. When she was a novice, she met her mate Ashes in a pack from a far away land, and fell in love with him almost immediately, and fought many bloody battles by his side. When they became rangers the two left their pack, and are still together. Even though Valora likes death more than life, she would cherish a family from Ashes. This she-wolf is loyal to ones she cares about, and to her alphas, but if you are sorry enough to stumble across her path, don't beg for mercy, it will just make your death more painful and slow. RPed by Lostnoblivion4 B r e a k - mate - \| kin -\| legacy - \| apprentice - The only sound this silvery-white fea can remember is the sound of her own heart breaking into pieces. She is small in stature, her fur thick, and her eyes a clear sapphire blue. Break was once a happy femme, full of life and hope. She lived in a small traveling group of wolves- all adolescents. They were best friends, close as ever. She was overjoyed with her life, everything was fine. The group consisted of 4 males and three females. The "leader" of the group, Zan, had been Break's childhood crush. He never really showed any interest in the friendly fea. It hurt her, but she understood. But as they grew, he paid more and more attention to Break. Flattered and ecstatic, Break responded enthusiastically. They never outwardly decided to become mates, although they were in Break's mind. Her life had reached it's ultimate high. Until another femme entered the picture. Zan left her, heart-broken, alone and pregnant, to run off with this other she. Wondering what she had done wrong, Break turned bitter. All of her sadness turned to anger, turned to rage. Bloodlust. RPed by ~HeartShapedLocket~
pUPS :;	O t h e l l a - kin - Valora(mother), Ashes(father) Graceful as she is beautiful, Othella ponders through her life with far-off thoughts and wisdom from unknown places. Her memories of early pup hood are just as sharp as if they had happened the day before. No words have ever escaped her mind. Othella is a small, lithe ivory fea with a silver weave throughout her fur. Her eyes are a mystifying blue, with the look of a blind wolf, yet she has perfect sight. Her fangs are slightly longer than most, yet it makes her none the less tempting for the males. Her beauty has the brutes following after her with a dazed look in their eyes, yet Othella is more concerned about the beauty of nature around her and the wisdom she could obtain during her life time. Although the young fea isn't as cold-blooded as the rest of her pack, she does have the rage and lust when blood is first drawn during battle. She has a mind full of tactics and ideas, though only discusses them when asked. She regrets nothing she has ever done. While Othella is very keen on holding grudges, she does nothing about it except ignore. When spoken to politely you gain her respect, yet a harsh tone and she will never speak to you again. Forgiveness is not given lightly from the fea. Othella is very aware of her parents bloody pasts, their mourns, and everything they have adventured. She is proud to call Valora and Ashes her parents, and yet she knows she isn't like them at all. When her and her siblings were born, Othella was the runt; She still is. She was teased by her brothers, especially Kyvus, and she loathes him. It has made her quiet and put-out from the rest of her family. Her voice is smooth and musical, not high-pitched but thick, dreamy. At night the fea likes to sit beneath the moon, the silver light reflecting in her eyes. She would love the chance to explore the world one day, and see more of what she had heard about in stories. If you become Othella's friend, be prepared to have a wolf that would die for you, keep all your secrets unuttered; If you have the unlucky chance of becoming her foe, understand that the look in her eyes is one that shows she couldn't care whether you lived or died; It's a terrible wrath to hold on your conscious. Rped by lostnoblivion4 P i e c e s - crush- n / a \| kin- Break, Crawl \| mentor- n / a A true example of the pack he was born into, this small brute is shaping up to be the perfect killer. His pelt of grey and white allows him to blend in with the terra around him, especially during the winter season. Pieces is devilishly fast since he is small. Him and his sister were born in late autumn, a strange time of birth for pups, so they aren't as large as other pups. Pieces would defend his mother fiercely, her being his only parental figure. He gets along well enough with Crawl, his sister, though they have their fights. Pieces has a dominant personality. He is bold and loud, not afraid to speak his mind. He is passionate and loyal, but darkness also taints his soul. He is living up to the Dark Torment reputation. Pieces doesn't talk before attacking- he isn't tolerate of strangers. Since he is young, it doesn't mean much yet, but one day, he will be a fearsome creature. Pieces much prefers fighting and practicing to hunting, unlike his sister. One could often find this male with a sneer on his maw and a haughty air about him. He is rather handsome, even for a pup, and vain enough to realize it. Break often comments on him one day becoming quite the ladies' man. He- supposedly- inheirited his father's onyx black oculars, though he will never know for sure. He becomes defensive when the subject of his absent father is brought up- the little brute has sworn to hate his so called father for the rest of his life. RPed by ~HeartShapedLocket~ C r a w l - crush- n/a \| kin- Break, Pieces \| mentor- n/a A glimpse on the horizon, a whisper on the night's wind, Crawl is a lighting fast and lethal fea with wit and charm. Graceful and stoic she lets nothing stand in her way. Once Crawl's mind is set on something it is not easily swayed or diverted. Small in size, yet lean Crawl is quick on her feet. Her agility is almost unmatched and her senses heighten. This fea is a hunter at heart, she loves the thrill of the chase. The wind coursing through her mixed gray and brown pelt, the blood roaring in her ears. She enjoys nothing more then hunting down her pray. With her love for hunting comes a love for tracking. Crawl possesses a sheer talent for moving silently through the forest, finding the slightest sign of passage, she is like a ghost, a phantom of the woods. Her eyes are a deep amber while her thick brown and gray pelt helps her blend into her surroundings. She is not afraid to speak her mind and won't back down, some might call her headstrong but the truth is she is much to prideful. There is no in between with Crawl, its done to the extreme or not done at all. First impressions are everything with this fea, if she doesn't like you right off the bat there is not much that will change her opinion. She is ethire unendingly loyal, or ready to tear your throat out, which she will do, without hesitation. Crawl has a killer's instinct and a deadly grace to match. RPed by Forestbreath

tHE sUBORDINATES ::

dELTA :;	bio :: mate - \| kin - \| legacy - \| apprentice -
oMEGA :;	bio :: mate - \| kin - \| legacy - \| apprentice -

oUR pAST ::

eLDERS :;	bio :: mate - \| kin - \| legacy - \| apprentice -
dECEASED && eXILED ;	bio :: mate - \| kin - \| legacy - \| apprentice -

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lostnoblivion4 — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 12:08:57 CST

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A s h e s -
( warrior )
mate- Valora| kin- n/a | legacy- Othella| apprentice- n/a
I may seem kind but my soul is eternally stained. He was brought up by the dark burden carried by fire, a creature rising up from the ashes, laughing the the face of death. That is how he was named. Ashes' parents perished in a fire foolishly created by humans. And he has hated the wretched things ever since. His fur in a mix between all different arrays and shades of grays, browns, and gingers. And supposedly, these warm colors represent the dancing flames that twist and whirl through his spirit. And that energy shows through his eyes. The greatest shade of amber, a direct look can pierce through the mind with their fiery depths. He came from a faraway place, trained ever since pup-hood to become an assassin, a murderer. His last pack dissolved and broke apart when their devious Alpha disappeared and never returned. When he was in that pack, he met the femme of his dreams. Valora. He absolutely loves her more then anything and would protect her with his very life, never going down without a fight because of the hell-hound he is. Him and Valora search and searched for a pack, with the same thing they craved. Blood. Ashes knows he's a living demon, yet he doesn't care, he believes that fate has chosen his destiny and he will live his life to the fullest it was ever meant to be. Tooth and claw. When the blood-lust engulfs him, evade him in battle, for surely he will bring a gory death upon your pride. His body is lean yet lined with sinews, giving him is handsome, dashing look. Yet this specific body alignment has good advantage. Since his legs are also long and very powerful, his lung in phenomenal and he can race abnormally fast. He adores running, where he can be free, away from all the dark worries that haunt and drift through his mind. And when he passes, stories of his loyal, horrific life will live on as tales to be told to frighten pups. His endless journey has just begun, and Ashes is ready to give it all he's got. NRP

J e t -
( warrior )
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
One blue and one green eyes stare at you, unwavering. His pitch black body moves silently, as if he is a ghost. Nobody really understands Jet, because he was a loner before he joined the Blazing Shadows Pack. However Jet may seem, nobody really knows what his true intentions are in the pack, because he seems hostile to everyone and keeps to himself. But deep down, all Jet wants is a friend, a friend that actually understands him. But getting friends is almost impossible for Jet, for he is schizophrenic, and constantly hears and sometimes sees a shadow monster. This monster constantly tells him to snarl at someone, or kill something, and sometimes the monster just sounds... so convincing. And that's how Jet can loose control to the monster and go into a blood lusting frenzy. He USED to have a good friend.... but I guess you can figure out what happened to him. His past isn't pretty either, but that is another thing shrouded in mystery, to be uncovered later. Physically, Jet is a very strong young wolf, capable of very advanced techniques in combat. His most powerful assets are his thick claws and bone-crushing jaws, but his weak spot is the fact he is very reckless and headstrong and can get into something way over his head. He isn't the fastest in combat, but that makes up for the extreme power behind his paw's blows. All in all, it is best you don't mess with Jet. Unless you like to hang out with schizophrenic, blood-thirsty, and extremely mysterious wolves, you best just let him be. NRP

D e m o n -
(warrior)
mate - | kin - | legacy - | apprentice -
Demon truly lives up to his name and is a brutal killer. He'll kill pregnant she-wolves, nursing pups, even newborns. He doesn't care who gets under his claws or in between his teeth, so long as they're soon eliminated. Demon's voice makes him even more terrifying as his vocals have a little tear from a pup hood accident, which left a scar at the start of his throat. Because of this, his voice is deep, gravely, and raspy, seeming almost not real. But it very much is when he's ripping out your throat. Demon wouldn't mind a mate and pups one day, knowing the weakness it will bring on but wanting his legacy to live on as well. No one knows his history and Demon doesn't plan on telling it to anyone, ever. NRP

F a d e -(former alpha male)
kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Everything fades away eventually. Even yourself someday you will not be remembered, your bloody existence forgotten and lost. This is how he views the the world. Fade is a wolf full of fiery ambition and fearlessness. His pelt is a faded crimson color his underbelly and paws soaked in white. His eyes are blazing amber that hold ambition and fiery power. His body is in the midst of bulky and lean. Fade towers over most wolves he uses that to his advantage, intimidated them. It's rare to see him smile, only a special wolf would be able to make him. Besides his strong build he is very handsome. Many faes fall for him, he turns them all away. He has a place in his heart for a mate, but she's got to be really special to get him. Loving the feel of power, wanting, pain, happiness, and delight. He gets a sick pleasure off watching an enemy in pain whether it be mentally or physically, he simply loves it. He was raised this way. Fade was a pup in a nice serene loving pack once. He would have grown to be a lovely warrior and perhaps leader f it were not the raid that destroyed the entire pack in a bloody massacre.The pack that took his out surprisingly took him in, the alpha grew fond of the little wolf. So he was raised in that bloody pack surrounded by blood and gore until he was old enough to leave. Fade didn't leave because he wanted to get away, more of he wanted to travel and see what ells lays out ahead. He loved it their and it holds a big place in his nearly hollow heart. Besides the love of violence and maliciousness he is a kind wolf. He treats wolves he knows and likes with respect. He is an extremely strong wolf, almost on the unnatural side. He is also fast, but not the fastest. He loves to do battle one of the best fighters there are. Hunting is something he likes to do but it isn't his best skill. Fade isn't afraid of what is to come or what has past. He is strictly in the present. He will protect his pack with all he's got and will either win or die. He isn't afraid of death, he might even welcome it if he were to be on the cusp of life and death. But he likes to think he is immortal even tho he knows one day he'll fade away. NRP

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lostnoblivion4 — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 11:55:05 CST

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M a t r i x
( past alpha male / warrior )
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
If words could only begin to describe this one of a kind Male, with his well spoken vocabulary, and expressionless yet alluring silver mercury like orbs that he calls eyes. Matrix is a strikingly handsome male wolf with a obsidian black pelt that mold with the shadows he hides in. He's more of a silvery black as if his mercury colored eyes have mixed into his Obsidian black fur that covers most of silvery flecks, which runs across his shaggy pelt. For size, he is quite the specimen. He's a bit larger then most, usually towering over others, while his long powerful legs give him leverage on the height issue. His paws are quite big as well to match his size. He doesn't try to hide his intimidating size with a soft smile, or a gentle look to reassure you that he won't hurt you. Once he has found something to fight for, it's hard to change his mind. He doesn't really have an opinion on Tainted Fate. He knew the rumors, the story's that had been crafted around them, but despite the warnings of danger. He still trekked forward, knowing maybe they could help him feel alive, help him feel the thrill he secretly craved underneath his rather calm, and quite disposition. Underneath he's a whole different wolf, as if there's a hidden beast just waiting to be unleashed from it's bonds, theirs no doubt about that. It's almost as if power radiates off him, like a warning signal to let others know. He's not a wolf to mess with or cross. He doesn't hold grudges..but he does keep promises, and he always keeps them. This male is a crafty fellow with a knack to get inside your head, create illusions with word play and turn your darkest nightmares into reality. He's hard to figure out, and yet he can figure you out just fine with just one simple glance. He never seems to fully relax, his mind always on full alert analyzing every tiny little thing. His voice is naturally persuasive, with his unusual charm, despite the lack of emotion that is rarely ever seen. Some question why he doesn't have a mate yet, but some already have there guesses onto why he does not have one. Maybe it's his unorthodox personality? Or maybe it's just him. Honestly, he couldn't care less about what anyone thought about him or his unorthodox personality. Some wonder if he was dropped on his head as a pup. NRP

S i n
( apprentice )
kin- deceased | mentor- n/a
You have committed many sins in your lifetime... ones that we will not allow, therefore, you shall be put to death in the order of the pack, for you were cursed by the dead from birth. These are the last words Sin heard from the only wolves she had ever trusted. It was do or die, and she had to escape the realm of lies, tooth and claw. This feminine creature has a canvas of luxurious ivory that reflects the rays of light onto her silhouette. Her exquisitely unique optics are constructed of a fine, cold azure, making gaze locking fatal when some situations come to glares. Sin has a lean body, with a vast tail and long, lithe legs. Yet don't let her slim body fool you, beneath her alabaster hide, in main strong spots such as her legs, lies sinews. There are not very many on her upper torso, yet her pillars are armed with strength. Sin enjoys running, for then she can be away from all the wretched worries that taint the reality that are her memories. She can run away from concern, free with the winds sliding easily through her ivory pelt. Yet Sin was not always a runner. In the beginning of her life, she was a loyal, hard working wolf of her pack, protecting it with her life... Till she fell in love with a male from another pack. Every night, Sin would meet her true love beneath a star lit sky, telling him all of the packs plans without a care. Then, he turned on her. Bathed in blood the forest was as cruel and cold. A heartless void of death as repeated attacks were launched at Sin's trusted pack. And before her own true love was killed by her own father, he snarled. "It is all your daughter's fault for this demon. She has caused you all this pain and suffering." As his windpipe was torn from his throat, Sin was taken prisoner by her pack after they defeated their rivals. She nearly starved, as they fed her bones and the remains of their meals, consulting of what they would do with her. Sin's warm and loving heart became a void of emotionless nothing, the only brother-en she had ever trusted, had decided she was a sin, and to be sentenced to death. That is when they all started calling her Sin. Sin had become careless, lacking emotion for anyone and anything. At night, Sin escaped her prison, and assassinated her own father, the alpha. Next, her mother, and all her siblings. Leaving the pack without a leader or any heirs to take the position. As she left, Sin went along, killing anything she could to get a small meal. Rabbits and mostly rodents keep her the way she is. Yet Sin knows... Deep inside, that her heart is only the slightest bit vulnerable. But only to one wolf, somewhere out there is Sin's only love... Yet she has lost hope in finding him. All Sin wants, is to live her life to its fullest, extent. NRP

T.a.i.n.t.e.d . F.a.t.e . M.e.m.b.e.r.s

lostnoblivion4 — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 11:52:32 CST

A Murderous State of Mind ...

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W E L C O M E . T O . T H E . P A C K :;

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Your fate is bleak; tainted to be dark.

These wolves are quiet and sly, silent assassins that move through the night like ghosts. They are not blood thirsty, nor do they find pleasure in killing, but instead see it as a way of life. Their way to survive. They are empty and without a soul. May your fate be dismal.
population - 8 wolves {females- 3 |males- 5}

	" DEATH IS I N E V I T A B L E , S.U.F.F.E.R.I.N.G IS OPTIONAL..."		Q U I C K . L I N K S o JOINING o NEWS o HISTORY o RECLAIM && ADOPT

yOUR rEGALS ::

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sECOND iN cOMMAND ::

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yOUR wARRIORS ::

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wARRIORS :;	M i r r e d - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a With a pelt as black as night- and a soul to match- Mirred is a hell-hound raised to earth. His body is lean and slender, giving him the advantage of speed but the disadvantage of being weaker than most males. He was born sickly as a pup, the smallest of his litter and least likely to survive. His oculars burn bloody crimson in the night, contrasting with his onyx pelt. His audits are tufted at the end, giving this brute a unique appearance. His tassel is feathered and light, like that of a Pomeranian pup's. Mirred's heart is as black as his fur. He kills without remorse, relishing in the mere thrill of the chase. Faring better as a fighter than a hunter, Mirred makes his living by drawing blood. He is mostly seen at night, preferring the cool of evening to the heat of the day. Winter is his season because it brings the feeling of hopelessness in its killing chill. Mirred can be pleasant to talk to, if you catch him on a good day, because this wolf isn't a mindless killing machine. He has rather intelligent thoughts that he just doesn't care to share. He isn't aspiring to take over all the packs, or even to wipe out the packs, he just gets a thrill from murder. He is bluntly honest, not denying his murderous ways and rather embracing them. Rped by ~HeartShapedLocket~ L i l i a n e - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Liliane was never quite the same as the other wolves. They had called her mental, insane but she had a way of making others feel her pain. Washing over their bodies and seeing everything they had ever felt, making them relive their worst moments. She had made them regret everything they had said about her, the things that they did to her. But maybe she isn't insane as the others think she is, maybe she's just misunderstood. And yet all of that is true, most of the females were jealous of her for she holds the beauty of a goddess. Liliane's pelt seems as if it was sewn from the moon, glowing a mesmerizing silver. Her eyes are a lavender, holding a sort of deathly sweetness that will take hold of your whole being. She also has a very petite form, and uses this as an advantage. Zipping out of her enemies attacks, making them only frustrated and tired before she kills them. Though she isn't bloodthirsty, but more of a lost being who lacks of any real emotion. And yet she longs for love, someone to help her take away the unending agony that surrounds her mind. Rped by XxBrokenPromisexX W r a t h - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a She thinks that the old storytellers got it all wrong. She thinks that, really, dark was always the more welcoming of the two, and held more of a purpose. Born of a beautiful queen and a handsome tyrant, this femme is a darkly mysterious sight. With fur darker than the most hidden abysses, nothing light emanates from this mistress. For, you see, Wrath's existence was one that was never meant to be. Born under the alias of Black Water, she was blessed with nothing but an insatiable taste for blood and a disease that was meant to cure and cripple any wolf as soon as they reached adulthood. Why? Because her only purpose was to kill her mother and father. The heavens had sewn her soul from the most evil thoughts with a thread of sin. So she had lived up her purpose most dutifully, slaughtering her parents at the mere age of a year. However, then something had happened which wasn't meant to be. Wrath survived her illness, more by luck than anything. Realizing herself disposable to the world, she went on a bloody rampage, slaughtering the oppressed wolves of her kingdom when they were drunk on the thoughts of freedom. Her claws became tainted red while her eyes gained the soulless glaze of a killer. It was then that the wolves around her dubbed her Wrath, for her never ending anger and blood-lust. She is now a valuable warrior, as she is one that will follow directions without a hint of care. She will slice any throat, break any spine, and crush any heart that is in the way. She is breathtakingly loyal to the alphas of her pack, but one must watch out. It's not hard to get an uncaring wolf to change allegiances if there's a promise of blood, and if this is done, she will spare her old acquaintances no second glance if she is ordered to kill. Do not search Wrath for emotion or pity, as she has none. She is not a friend to anyone. Rped by TearBubble T r y s t a l - mate- n/a \| kin- Sier, Azazel(brothers) \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Time slowly passes through out the world, cold and quiet as if it all meaning was sucked out of it so it now meant nothing to anyone. The wolves of Faeria have long awaited the birth of their kings. The ones that were being told in stories by the elders. But maybe it was all far fetched fairytale to keep those entertained. And that's what some thought until their own queen gave birth to three handsome brutes; Azazel, Trystal, and the youngest Seir. They all grew into elegant and wise leaders. Azazel was a flamboyant and often getting into as much trouble that was possible while Seir was given a more quiet and graceful nature. Trystal was different then the two, or so how everyone put it. Trystal had gotten to know this quite quickly. There are no words that can describe his passionate and bipolar behavior. Given silver-spun fur and tear-dropped eyes, dazzling his kingdom with his charming features - with the help of his two brothers. The three brothers lead the kingdom through the death of their mother and father, the queen and king of Faeria. Until the three of them found themselves the kings of Faeria. Or that was the story until their kingdom was chased out by humans and each wolf forced to find another place to call home. Azazel, Seir, and Trystal were all separated to a different pack, not knowing that the others were so near to them. Rped by XxBrokenPromisexX C r e a t u r e - mate- n/a \| kin- Bloodspell, Incubus \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a The dark isn't the safest place to be with this monster wandering around the forest. He is almost impossible to see with his darker than night pelt. His fur is ragged and knotted, clearly not groomed. His eyes are a deep shade of crimson, creepy and hard to look at. Creature truly a creature of the night. In fact, he is a nightmare, the scary wolf that haunts pups dreams. He laughs crazily about everything, especially the most gory, gross things. He is what most would call insane, but it's not surprising considering his past. Above all else, Creature is very angry and bad-tempured, and is usually growling or snapping out at someone. He constantly thinks about ending his own life, suicide is high on his to-do list. He isn't sure what keeps him everytime, but sanity comes back in his favor to save his life everytime. Creature was bred to be a killer; A minion of a dangerous society. The moment he was born he was taken away from his mother and father, and fed by a foster mother. By four moons he and his siblings were being trained as killers. His sister, Bloodspell, was the one who had kept her composition, while his brother, Incubus took to the life of a murderer. Creature himself was lost in the midst, and turned crazy and bloodlust. It's who he is now. Rped by lostnoblivion4

tHE tRAINIE'S ::

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Her name means "suffer" in German, a chilling thing to compare this small femme with. Her fur is thick and fluffy, built for harsh winters and minimal summer. Her tangerine eyes clash with her tawny fur, giving the fea an eerie look. Though only still an apprentice, Leiden is capable of inflicting pain that could stop a charging buck in minutes. She is a pack of muscles beneath thick fur and her fighting is a good display of those muscles. She didn't grow up in a happy, loving home, but rather in a place where food was scarce and only the strong survived. This beautiful fae used her pretty looks to manipulate others, then crushed them under her paws. She looks like a type of femme to be trusted easily, with her easy smile and sweet eyes, but if one were to look closer they would see the insanity lurking just beneath her facade. Blood and darkness taint her past, creating a grizzly trail that leads straight to the fiendish femme. With no real purpose to go on other than the will to survive, Leiden would sooner strike others down as enemies rather then create allies. It is a deadly trait that might ultimately lead the fea to her own death. She refuses to believe that love and trust can outweigh the evil of the world. Instead of fight the evil, she is more willing to embrace it. Rped by ~HeartShapedLocket~

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He is winter's last breath, the force of an echoing song that lopes across the lonely tundra, searching for a soul to enlighten. He is the line between tears and laughter, and what a very fine line he is. He moves in and out of shadows like they are apart of him, as he understands the way the sun moves across the sky. His tongue is long and flat with an X shaped scar from where a red hot iron was pressed. His muscled sides are littered from scars that should have been from battle. His dark brown eyes are knowing and amused and bored at the same time, as if he can't quite remember which emotion he is supposed to feel. He is the complete opposite of what most wolves expect, seeming to be bothered by the littlest things, but as steadfast as a boulder lasting through the raging sea. He refuses to be tainted, as that has happened to him enough already, as he was born the product of a wolf whose dreams had failed. His mother fled as soon as he and his litter mates were born, to be brought up by their abusive father. The male only raised the pups because of his obsession with power, and they were all he had. He raised them though, raised them to be strong. Beatings were not irregular, or painless. One by one, Nadir watched his two brothers and sister physically and mentally collapse, until death took mercy upon them. Only he had the will to survive, and only he was able to eventually wreak the revenge upon his father. However, it was a bittersweet taste the blood left in his mouth, and he left feeling unsatisfied. He soon was tangled up with a small pack of wolves, ones that enjoyed killing. Because he was an expert killer, one with quick paws and agile movements, he was accepted. However, each slash of the throat only brought more despair, and he soon had to leave, as the emptiness in his heart gnawed. He doesn't seek blood, but he isn't above shedding it. His words aren't quick and rash, but don't think him stupid. His mind is inconceivably strong, built from the months of abuse. He joined Tainted Fate, looking to learn, but isn't quite sure for what else. He is a wolf made of incomplete sincerity's, simply searching for what he can't find, but above all else, surviving. Rped by TearBubble

S o u l -
kin- n/a | mentor- n/a
Soul has never been anything to anyone, making he believe that there is no love in the world for him. That the love was taken from him by the other wolves in the world that live their life without care. The feelings crawls under his skin, crying at night at the thought of that no one loves him. For Soul was abandon by his mother, who was in a great depression for giving birth to, as she thought, a weakling. Soul's mother was the alpha female, killing anything and anyone for power, as well she wanted her pups to be the same way, strong and powerful. Soul was the runt of the litter, skinny and barely alive. This is way his mother left him, leaving him as prey or to starve to death. But her effort was useless because Soul had caught on fast to what was happening. Training himself to be better then his brothers and sisters and just that tough gave him the motivation to go on. Soul is now well-built and shockingly handsome, a splitting image of his mother. His fur is a ghostly sort of white that's like a mist and with eyes that look like they were made out of melted sunshine. Rped by XxBrokenPromisexX

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lostnoblivion4 — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 11:30:32 CST

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Until death do you part; a quote these wolves live by.
They remain loyal to each other no matter what happens. Harsh, beautiful, destructive but also creative.
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N i k l o u s - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Golden brown pools that remind others of the changing leaves on the forest trees, and a coal black pelt that looks frosted in some places on his long silhouette. Niklous' figure is lean, but muscular. Having a patch of fur missing from his left hind thigh, you can see a clear, ugly scar that was caused by someone from his past. This five year old brute has a gentle heart for she-wolves and will protect them with everything he has, even if they have a mate. In Nik's eyes, his soul duty is to protect she-wolves or brutes from the dangers of the surrounding forest. Gain his trust, and you will see just how loyal the shaded black brute really is. Nik does have a bad side though, but most don't often recognize it until it is generally too late. Enriched in a healthy life, this brute lived life with a dark secret. A mother and father who loved his siblings and himself, Nik's life seemed good. Until the day his father turned against his family and killed everyone in the pack except for Nik. Wanting his son to become what he is, Nik's father began training him to become a fighter.. A killer. Becoming three years old, Niklous killed his father, not wanting any part of the training anymore and realizing what his father was making him into. Like his instincts, Niklous fled from his father's corps, leaving his past behind him. He lived a life of teaching himself to care for others and not harm anyone when he got angry with the other wolf. After two years of searching and learning, Niklous has become an excellent brute with big dreams. Rped by Splashes.Kwik.Sand.
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:: h e a l e r ::	:: h e a l e r ' s . a p p r e n t i c e ::

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:: w a r r i o r s ::	:: a p p r e n t i c e s ::
K a n e - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Kane has been graced with a white coat, the color of the moon. His orbs are a light silver-blue, the same color as the pendant that hangs from his neck. He has a long muscular body coated with thick patches of fur on the back of his neck, legs, and tail. His movements are very graceful and silent, almost like a ghost hidden within the fog. He is normally very polite and doesn't anger easily. Kane is not a pushover, but believes that what he's gone through has made him powerful, but not to the point of cockiness. Going against the grain, the baron does not find himself to be the flirtatious charmer that many have come to associate with the male gender of his status. That is not to say, of course, that he is not interested in the opposite sex. He is just not constantly looking for a mate. Rped by StellaLani R a v e n - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a This pure black pelted female will run through your blood like poison, fast moving and absolutely soul changing. Her golden eyes are stunning yet like a drug, once you look at them, you can't look away. She is extremely delicate, seeming to adore the smaller things in life and the beauty of it all. However, she hides behind her ebony composure like a mask. She is very strong but never afraid to show the ones she loves what they mean to her, acting as a mother and guide to every single wolf within the pack. Whenever things don't make any sense, whenever there is no where else to go she keeps running. Always running, to be finally free. This she-wolf is loyal to no one, except for the ones that truly mean a lot to her. Her life is her own story to tell. Raven's quiet nature brings many wolves drawn to her by curiosity, creating a dark veil of mystery around her. Raven had been through much heartache and pain, but what they say is true. What doesn't kill you, simply makes you stronger. Raven is one femme in which you could not meet another alike. Rped by StellaLani S h a t t e r e d - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Shattered is a three year old pure black she wolf. Her left orb is light blue, while her right one is a light green. Her pelt is like a void of blackness, her flawless streamline body like a shadow. Her lean, flawless body draws a lot of suitors her way, but she is scared to find love. She has two odd markings on both of her cheek bones that are made up of alabaster curved lines, like intricate vines. Shattered has a strong personality, believing greatly in everything she does. She thinks about a situation before she acts, proven to be a great tactic in fighting. She is skilled in battle, and doesn't let anyone stand in her way of protecting the pack. She has a kind heart and a love for pups, wishing she had some of her own. She usually finds it hard to trust other wolves and seemingly comes across as shy. If you gain her trust you will find that she is the complete opposite, she is certainly an intriguing mystery. When she was just a pup her mother was killed in an ambush and since her father had already left them, she was left to fend for herself. After a few days another female wolf found her and brought her back to her pack, the stranger had turned out to be the alpha female. With each passing day Shattered grew stronger and more experienced. She had found a home in this new pack, in line for the alpha's rank after her foster parents retired. Then disaster struck. After being on a hunt she came back to find her pack in a bloody battle with another pack. She raced for them, ready to risk her life to save her new family. When she got hit on the head with something hard, everything went black. When she woke, she was placed in a large scarlet mass of sticky blood, and most of the pack lay dead in front of her. The battle field that she walked upon was tainted with scarlet streaks. After that she would rather die the most treacherous death then let her pack fall limp to the claws and teeth of others. Rped by StellaLani R u e - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Laughed at for her compassionate nature, and teased for being a 'soft soul', Rue is a wolf any other would call weak without hesitation. Her gold brown fur sits with a silky length upon her undersized body, and her muscles seem nonexistent. Her green-gray eyes are large and shimmering, and one could easily call them beautiful, if not mesmerizing. She is extremely gullible, and tends to believe what most of anyone tells her, a remarkably strange fact if one observed her past. Her sense of direction is terrible, despite her sense of smell, and she tends to get lost easily. She tries her best to see the best in anyone, and that can often leave her oblivious to their faults. If one wished to sum her up, they would call her naive, if they wished to be nice. However, if you chose to get close to this she-wolf, you'd be left in shock. There are very few wolves that are as strong as Rue, and even less that could have lived through what she had without being broken. When she was born, Rue was unwanted by either of her parents. Without even cleaning the fluid off of her naked body, she was left in the forest, and she would have become an easy meal for any passerby predator. However, a stroke of luck hit this unwanted pup, as a mother fox who was mourning the loss of her own pups found her. The mother fox, Shenna, took her in, despite the fact she was a wolf, and raised her as her own. She taught her how to fight, and how to defend herself. She named Rue for the regret Shenna guessed her parents would have if they ever met again, although Rue had no desire to meet them. Growing up, Rue was extremely bitter due to her parents, and despite Shenna's kindness, by the time she was a year, Rue ran off on her own. Confused at her existence and feeling unwanted, she wandered until she happened upon a handsome young wolf, with a story similar to her own. Together, they mended each others wounds, and soon Rue fell pregnant. She birthed her pups, and her life was a dream. However, all dreams come to an end. One day, while her mate was off hunting, Rue awoke to a band of wolves surrounding her and her pups, with not any intention but to make others suffer. Rue fought and fought, but couldn't help as her pups were slaughtered before her very eyes. She was knocked unconscious, and when she awoke, she found her mate's dead body, as he had come back and tried to save them. Feeling guilty and distraught, Rue ran from that place. She ran and ran, until she collapsed of exhaustion, only being saved by the fact her fur color hid her from predators and a water source was nearby. Most would think that, after this trauma, Rue would become closed off and icy. However, the femme did the opposite. Instead, she stood up on her own, and vowed only kindness. She didn't wish that fate on any others, even those who murdered her family. She continued to wander, doing her best to survive, and offering what she had to any wolf that needed it. She was hardly thanked, but it didn't bother her that much. Eventually, she found Blackened Rose pack, and sick of being on her own, she decided to join. Her loyalty is undying, and her kind front is not a trick. She is simply a soft souled wolf surrounding a character of strength. Rped by TearBubble H a d e s - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Standing very tall on all four limbs, Hades has a commanding presence full of mystery and shadows. His pelt is thick and fluffy to enable the brute to survive harsh winters. He is the typical "calico' colored grey wolf, a mixture of blacks, grays and whites muddling his coarse fur. His oculars glow a soft beige-ish yellow, like the pale moon in the winter sky. His size often gives the impression of unintelligent- a brute that uses strength but not wit- only that is not the case. Hades is slow in speed, but his mind races with clever words and fancy remarks. Like the cunning God of the Underworld he was named after, Hades has a silver-tongue and a wicked intelligence. He would rather outsmart his opponent than engage in a match of pure brutality. His illusion of a dumb wolf helps conceal his cunning intellect and allows the male to formulate plans without the knowledge of anyone else. Aim able in every day interaction, Hades gets along well with most wolves that do not give him any reason to be wary. Clouded by an ever-growing mistrust of those around him, this brute has little friends. He grew up in a world of deceit, where your friend turned into a foe in mere moments. Hades possessed the skill to keep himself from mental injury, keeping safe rather than chancing a relationship with other wolves. Hades scoffs at meaningless acquaintances because he does not see the value in knowing another if they can be of no use to you. He is not exactly closed to the idea of a mate, one who shares his ideals, but Hades is not the prime pick of the ladies. His rather intimidating stature and fast intellect are a deadly combo that often ward off any potential mates or friends. Rped by ~HeartShapedLocket~ J e z e e r - mate- n/a \| kin- deceased\| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a A young valkyrie with frosty cabalt spheres.The tips of her auds are a jet black.Her maw has a rather big scar on the right side,right under her zephyrs,it moves like a snake all the way down her maw and stops by her upper labrale.She got her scar from scavenging for food and ran into a grisly-bear, it was of coarse infuriated and attacked her.Her coat is a ghostly white , a cloak of nothingness, as she moves trough the umbrage unseen.Although the fae has only been around for as long as three years, she loves fun and games, especially if she gains something out of it.Personality wise she is fun and kind and she is considered tom-boy like,she loves hanging out with the males and is seldom seen with females.If there's trouble , you can already know that Jezeer was there.She has no mate,no crush and no youths.Her history is a dark one , she was born into a loving family but hunters slaughtered her whole family, she was lucky to escape with her brother Nano,after walking together for days they couldn't catch anything for it was a harsh winter, Nano died of food deprivation,right after that day a lone male found her and decided to help Jezeer, his name was Mortav, he trained her and helped her hunt.She lived with him for 2 years,sadly he found a pack that chased her away ,for six months she carried on alone up until she found Blackened Rose and decided to join.Her skills excel in speed and stealth , she is not very good at hunting ,but good enough to feed herself once-in-a-while. Rped by Catch♥Me♥If♥You♥Can A m i c k o - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Amicko is a black pelted male wolf with one brilliant orange eye, and the other a peachy orange. He has wide frame, topped off with a set of broad shoulders. He has never been in a real fight, so no scars mark his body. Amicko is a loyal to the heart wolf, and will do anything for the wolves he loves. If you dare cross a certain line, you may be welcoming death to your door step. However, that doesn't mean Amicko can kill you, just that he'll try. Amicko was born in captivity and never liked it. The meat was always rotten, never the way he likes now in the wild. His parents were nearing the end of their lives when Amicko escaped the zoo. The zoo-workers were so dumb around the wolves, Amicko had a free-shot towards the wilderness. When escaping the zoo, he was two years old. Just the time where he should have gained a female to accompany him, help him have his offspring. Though, Amicko didn't stop in life for things like that. He only had one thing on his mind and that was to find a pack to call family. Now Amicko does wish for a female on down the line, but not currently. Amicko is a born leader, but doesn't always have to be in charge at that's fine with him, he knows he'll never get a high rank just off the bat when joining a pack, he knows the ropes to things like that. Amicko is a wolf that waits, listens, watches. Then does does he go after what he wishes and sometimes, he will fail. Rped by Amicko M u s t a n g - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a This rough young warrior has a kind heart, but it's hidden beneath a physical form that has been abused and terrorized for many moons, and a soul that has been hurt several times, for he is destroyed easily when he lets things get to him. He is home to a long sleek build, and has long black shaggy fur that gleams when clean, and seems to glow in the light of the moon. He has bright dark blue eyes that give the impression that he is always interested in the subject at hand, even if he isn't, and Mustang feels that sometimes this is a disadvantage. Normally a kind brute, he keeps to himself and doesn't thrust his opinions upon others, but at the same time likes to be in the know and overhears a lot of things that sometimes he shouldn't, for he can't help being in the wrong place at the right time. Has no love, has never felt the pangs or twinges of the normally enchanting feeling, hasn't felt the tug at his heartstrings yet, but when he does, it will last forever, no matter if love causes him agony, for Mustang is loyal until his final breath, and nothing can change that. Rped by Secretkit C r a n e - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Crane is a beautiful three year old female wolf. Her pelt is an obsidian black that shimmers softly in the sun and is soft as silk. The only mark that blemishes the beautiful wolfs body is a small chip in her right ear. Crane has piercing green eyes that are like emeralds in the sun. Crane is a complex female, with a personality all her own. She is a very loyal and stubborn wolf. Crane is the first person you would want to watch your back. If Crane chooses your side in a fight you can be sure that she will fight to the death for you no matter what. Crane is rather stubborn and sure of herself. If Crane chooses something to believe she will stick to it no matter what. When Crane has chosen to do something or believe something she is as unmovable as an elephant. Crane also hate to be questioned because she takes pride in her honesty. Sometimes this gets her into trouble, but she deals with the consequences of being bluntly honest. Crane was born outside of the pack she has chosen as her home. Crane was born to two young wolves from different packs. Her parents loved each other so much they left there pack to live in a secluded patch of woods. Crane was the first born of three. Crane was also the only one born alive. This devastated her mother, who slowly started to deteriorate from sadness. When Crane had just started to eat meat her mother died suddenly. Her father didn't take it well and left Crane alone in the forest to fend for herself. Crane was able to survive on her own. Rped by Crane121 Z e p h y r - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Zephyr is a jet black wolf with emerald green eyes that seem to look straight into your soul. In the daylight they seem to sparkle like jewels, and in the night they are like haunting orbs of light. Zephyr is quiet, invisible, and deadly during a fight or hunt, slinking in and out of the shadows as he watches for the perfect chance to strike, like a cobra. He is never really seen, and usually seems to evaporate out of thin air, always there when it's expected... Or unexpected. When he speaks, his voice takes others by surprise. It's smooth, and flows gently like the calmest creek on a summer day, and settles the mind in peace. He always takes time to come up with ideas, because he believes that even the smallest plan needs to be thought over many times, though when time calls for urgency, he can be counted on. Zephyr was called 'Knight of Darkness' by his friends in the forest when he was a loner, because he often stalked the grounds at night, showing any unfortunate soul that he was the ruler of these parts. He grew up in a small part of the forest, where many families lived. They weren't a pack, but simply a community, and Zephyr grew to be the one that everyone looked up to, he protected them. He was their unofficial leader, and his leading skills excel. Zephyr had never thought he would leave them, but reality calls louder than dreams. That's what he always says, and he was forced to leave by his own will. No one knew exactly why he needed to leave, the the forest speaks in mysterious ways to individuals. He feels that his destiny lies elsewhere, in a pack, though he hates to admit it. While Zephyr seems to be a great and noble wolf to his pack, he is often in the dark. He enjoys the thoughts of battle, blood, and using his teeth to bring pain to those who are deserving. But only just. He believes in the power of justice, and knows that while the outer consequences of justice can be great, the feeling of peace to ones mind is greater. Zephyr is loyal only to those who are loyal to him, for he fears the loss of being broken, though he fears nothing else. He laughs in the face of danger, and welcomes death when it comes. Rped by lostnoblivion4

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:: p u p s ::

V a l e n t i n e -
mate- deceased | kin- n/a | legacy-
Valentine never had friends, for she when she was a pup her parents were at the bottom of the pack. The other wolves didn't want their pups messing with 'types' like her. And as she grew up she would prove them wrong, and that came to be better then just a dream. Valentine was a cherished warrior, lithe but graceful all the same. And soon the alpha's son, Nerco, and her fell in love. Their love growing everyday, but it was hard not to fall in love with Valentine because of her beauty, her fur looks as if it was sewn from the icy winter snow while her eyes glow the color of the light blue sky, piercing and haunting. When Valentine became a warrior, Nerco and her left their old pack behind to start their own pack together and along with that they found out that Valentine was going to give birth to four pups. Months past and Nerco's and her life was perfect and that they couldn't ask for anything more. But one day when they were hunting a mother grizzly bear attacked, not wanting his mate and pups to die, Nerco sacrificed himself. Valentine manged to escape with her and her unborn pups' life, but became depressed on the death of her mate and almost confused. She soon found herself on Blackened Rose hoping that they would take herself and her unborn pups into safety. Rped by CheshireGrins

J o i -
kin- Naito, Phantom, and Ravel
A silent shadow. With a slender and lithe build she is all about speed. Just a A blur, striking without warning. Her liquid golden eyes seem to see right through others. Her beautiful mixed gray fur hides her from the eyes of others. She dissolves out of the shadows and disappears into them. A silent fea she does not say much at all. Strong willed and extremely determined she lets nothing stand in her way. Her golden eyes are like windows into her soul. Fiercely loyal and protective. Vicious and cold to strangers she shows no mercy. Yet to her pack-mates she is loving warm and kind. Joi is like the wind turbulent and every changing, she loves to run, free spirited nothing can chain her. Rped by Forestbreath

N a i t o -
kin- Joi, Phantom, Ravel

In the snow covered forest a movement catches your eye, but you can't make out it's shape until it is directly above you. A lean, pure white male wolf with ebony claws and large fangs. His eyes burn a fierce blue fire with every gaze. The long, dark claws score an X along your hip, it's a deep mark, surely to scar and remind you of the invisible shadow that roams the forest. Naito is a sly young brute, his heart as cold as the ice that lathers the winter. He cherishes silence, and rarely is seen talking. When he was a pup, he was playful and enthusiastic, but one day he woke up, completely changed. He gets aggressive when someone challenges his words, and he always challenges others. Dark thoughts cross Naito's brain at the happiest moments, and he has learned to control his outbursts... Not that he usually does. Naito doesn't fight to kill, he fights to scar, to prove a point; However simple it may be. Crafty and quick, nothing escapes his notice. He's like a lie detector, he can pull the truth out of anyone with his false concern and charm. His sharp tongue is enough to gain him enemies, less his terrifying essence. Being born the pup of the Alphas brings him no pleasure or sense of power, and yet he yearns for it. When he defeats someone in battle, he leaves a deep, forever showing scar in the shape of an X on the hip. The mark of Naito is a terrible relic, sure to burn like fire for the rest of ones life, as though the ebony claws are marked with a deep poison. Only the poison is his hatred, deeper than the darkness itself. Rped by lostnoblivion4

:: d e l t a s ::	:: o m e g a s ::

:: e l d e r s ::	:: e x i l e d / d e c e a s e d ::

B.l.a.c.k.e.n.e.d . R.o.s.e { Reclaim && Adopt }

lostnoblivion4 — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 11:25:24 CST

T e m p e s t -
( apprentice ) { adoption reward: - }
kin- n/a | mentor- n/a

A scrawny young brute with plain white fur that is almost never tidy, always stained with something or other, be it earth or even blood from prey or an enemy. Despite his lack of muscle, he is highly powerful. His strength lies with hunting, yet he enjoys attacking other wolves and making them suffer before death. He gets a sick, twisted pleasure from the pain of others, and attempts to make death an art form of sorts. He is strangely loyal to Blackened Rose, but not it's members. He dislikes other wolves apart from his superiors who he admires to an almost obsessive state. He has no wishes to ever have a mate or pups, he would sooner kill them than help them grow up. As a cub he was abused by his father for being small, for many moons he suffered beatings which were intended to teach him a lesson, before finally snapping and turning his teeth upon the other wolf. His father had a weak leg from an elk many moons previously, and went down with the first bite, the next few hours were spent causing as much pain as possible to the older wolf, before his father died. Once his family discovered what had happened, unaware of the beatings Tempest had been given, they drove him out. He is somewhat old to be an apprentice, but is seriously lacking in the skills his family should have bestowed upon him. NRP

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O n y x -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Through the dark and desolate forest, a lone wolf stalks. His body is large and hulking, coal black in color. He moves with ease, his steps quick and light. He turns to you, his eyes a gold as the moon. Onyx has always been a loner. He is a complex individual, with many sides to one person. He likes his privacy and solitude, but cannot bear to go off by himself. Onyx would like to have a mate, someone to share his innermost thoughts with, but cannot bear to get close to anyone around him. His personalities are constantly conflicting one another. He was born and raised like any wolf, but his parents, with his siblings. Even then, Onyx felt alienated and different. He always feels like an outsider, looking into the lives of others. He left his family, eventually, but grew lonely. So, instead of becoming a loner, which is what he had his heart set on, Onyx went in search of the Packs. He had heard stories of large groups of wolves that lived and worked together. Like a family, just not related. Though the idea intrigues him, he'll never admit to it. He isn't cold towards others, nor is he warm and inviting. His attitude seems to remain indifferent, though he's dying inside. NRP

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S i l e n c e -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- Trellen | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
A drop dead beautiful she-wolf with mixed white and gray fur and shocking amber eyes. She is truly flawless, and when it comes to fighting her kills are also flawless. Her claws are long and razor like, the tips have gnarly hooks that can pierce and tear through flesh. Her teeth are sharp and a shining pearly color. She is a very mysterious wolf, moving like a sly eel with an eerie aura. Very little to none is known about her. She is blood thirsty, and will kill any without hesitation if she feels the urging need. A living, breathing demon, and her name means taking souls from bodies... And she sure lives up to her name. She has a lean and lithe body, and a long fluffy tail. She is a very clever one, and knows when stating her opinion is available so she can gain others trust by saying the right thing. Her voice, like a summer breeze gently carrying leaves, or a horrific screech like something is being murdered. She doesn't exactly want a mate but will take one if she can, she wants pups. Pups that she can train to become cruel devils like herself. She will stick to the shadows, remaining concealed from every other living thing if she wants. This is one very pretty she wolf that isn't to be underestimated... after all, she isn't afraid to stain her paws in others blood. NRP

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R i l e -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
A breath of a desperate brokenness slips through the air, erupting in a cry of despair and loathing as a broken heart bleeds what sorrows have thrashed at it. However, even the largest floods of pain that burn cannot penetrate the solidity of a wolf that doesn't seem bothered by shouldering the world's burdens. Rile is a wolf of average appearance, if not handsome. His fur is the color of night silk, and his eyes are the reflection of the winter sky. His body is built as a wolf that is from the mountains. His body is sleek and can easily fit in small spaces, while his legs are springy but strong. His paws are strong and calloused from constant hardened use. Along with his looks that are inherited from the mountains comes his personality that is as immovable and deep as the rocks themselves. It is hard, if not impossible, to break Rile's mental strength. He is as confident as the towering features of his homeland, but at the same time, is as humble as the underbrush. He is painstakingly loyal, and sometimes other wolves find it hard to get along with such a stead fast wolf. He can be incredibly stubborn, and isn't willing to change his point of view when he doesn't see eye to eye with another. However, despite that, he is also a rare form of friend. When he forms a special bond with another wolf, Rile is protective and strong until the end. He would willingly sacrifice himself for a friend, and doesn't seemed bothered by the prospect of physical, or emotional, pain when it comes to helping a friend. Despite himself, Rile has quite a temper when pushed over the edge. Although it is more than difficult, if not impossible, to make him unleash his fury, there are few things that can save you if you do. While normally, Rile has a demeanor that is both calm and understanding, if a bit hard-headed, when pushed, he has a tongue that is sharper than thorns and can be merciless. Despite his rash temper, Rile is generally a wolf that is sought for friendship and security, as he is a wolf that will carry the world for you if you only promise to be a loyal friend. NRP

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D a r i e n -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- Aiden | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Darien is looks exactly like his brother, with dark gray and black fur. The only differences are, Darien's eyes are a little lighter, in emotion and color. His only scar is one on his right foreleg that his brother, Aiden gave to him. Darien is a fierce male who would do anything for his pack. However, once in battle, he can slip into a blind rage and will attack anyone who might get in his way, no matter who they may be. Darien has an abusive past and, after his abusive father killed his and Aiden's mother then took off, he and Aiden traveled with each other for a few moons. After one of their bantering fights got out of paw, Darien left to find a pack, leaving Aiden alone. And the male couldn't be happier with his choice. NRP

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B a t t l e c r y -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
A lithe, beautiful female wolf. She is the average size for a female, big enough to be intimidating, but small enough to seem feeble and submissive. Her fur is a winter blue-gray, with white along her chest, muzzle, and paws. She has a black stripe running down her back, to her tail. Her round eyes are a wonderful lavender color, that are glazed over, a sure sign of blindness. Even though Battlecry is blind, she thrives as a wolf. Her disposition is kind to everyone, though distant and not too personal. She doesn't see the evil in anyone, no matter how bad they are. She sees everything as pleasant, when its not. There is no evil in her world. She seems to live in her own world, one of bliss and happiness. Sometimes, her good mood is contagious, spreading throughout her pack mates. Her parents were killed by hunters when she was a pup, but she grew up with her aunt, who showed her great kindness and generosity. She's known both good and evil in her life, but chooses the positive road. Even though Battlecry seems perfectly happy, she is hoping for someone she can truly relate to. She wants a mate, to love, and to be loved by. She feels as though no one will take her because she is blind, but keeps high hopes in one day finding one. NRP

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T r e l l e n -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- Silence | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
A very calm, lean, but slightly muscular male wolf with gray thick fur and solid blue sky eyes. He is calmer than most wolfs, with no panic or fears, only life to drag him forward. He is skinny, and fast. he shares both valued in greatness: Hunting and fighting. He is good at hunting, his strength and leanness makes them fall easily. He is large, and his sky gaze either gives you a cold shiver that runs down your spine or a delighted gleam that makes you warm and fuzzy inside. He is a fair, understanding wolf with only two things to describe another wolf. Honorable or unfaithful. His father: unfaithful; his mother: unfaithful; his sisters and brothers: unfaithful. They all treated him like he was nothing, a coward- just because he was the smallest of his litter, the weakest. But, now, all of his family is dead- they died in a collapse of a badger set, where only he escaped. NRP

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M i r r o r -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate-n/a | kin- Broken | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Just another reflection of yourself. Shattered and broken. When you look into the twisted but beautiful femmes eyes it's almost as if you see yourself. But every single on of your faults, secrets, every bad aspect of yourself is brought to the surface. She just has that effect on a wolf, particularly those who have done terrible things in there past. Mirror is a very beautiful fae, Her pelt is thin, yet long and the color of slate, a dark gray, Her front left paw is dipped in a pure white. Her eyes are a light blue, almost a gray silver color. Her legs are long and strong making her a swift runner. She hunts well but her gift is battle, she has much to improve on but she learns fast and is good at it. Mirror's personality is sharp tongued and fierce but shines with loyalty and obedience. She is hard to know for at times cruel comments escape her lips, she will die for anyone she feels needs her help and is loyal beyond all other things. She has a mean past that she loves and hates all at the same time. She was born during the dead of winter while a blizzard raged outside the den. She had a brother, he was named Broken. She and him were the best of friends, very close. They were trained and raised by there mother. She was the one who trained them to be so loyal. While Mirror excelled in her fighting skills Broken excelled in hunting. One day near the end of there learning there mother just disappeared and she never returned. The began to starve, They were still not well enough trained to hunt on there own. Broken brought down a kill finally, but a wolf, much larger than himself tried to take it, Broken and the wolf fought, it ended in a draw. Both died due to blood loss. Mirror was watching the whole time but she was too afraid to help. Since that day she has vowed never to just sit and watch while an innocent wolf is killed by another. So Mirror was left alone, she mourned the loss of her brother. She struggled teaching herself how to hunt and fight. Soon she began to grow lonely and was so lost so she began to seek out a pack. She wanted to end her days as a loner. NRP

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L o v e -
( pup ) { adoption reward: - }
kin- none
A jet black he-wolf cream patches on his back and forelegs. His eyes are a fiery amber, burning bright like the sun. All the she-wolves are attracted to his well-muscled body and bright amber eyes, but they like his personality the most. Despite his handsomeness, he can be shy, but he still has his wits about him. He does what he believes is right. Love is very sneaky, and definitely sly. Tell him a secret and you can count on him keeping it. He's extremely trustworthy. When he's in a bad mood it would be best to steer clear of him, because he can be quite snappy and annoying. He doesn't mind water, his long fluffy fur is water-resistant. He especially loves rain and mud. When he's stalking you, it's almost as if he's walking on air. He doesn't make even a rustle. So don't get on his bad side. NRP

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P h a n t o m -
( previous alpha's legacy ) { adoption reward: - }
kin- Ravel, Joi, Naito
Darkest of dark with daring venom yellow eyes. The young wolf is a frightening visage before you see him in the light. His venomous eyes almost glow in the dark and his long pelt of obsidian hides him in the shadows. His name fits him perfectly, his is like a silent unseen ghost of the night come to take your soul away. His build is strong and muscular but his long lithe legs counteract with his muscular body. Phantom loves to play more than anything, but his is restrained and tends to play with himself rather than others. Phantom is a loving wolf that knows not of betrayal and heart ache. Truly innocent. NRP

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R a v e l -
( previous alpha's legacy ) { adoption reward: - }
kin- Phantom, Joi, Naito
She resembles the obsidian that lurks through the world. Wreathed through the darkness, and raveled together. This she resembles the breathtaking beauty of her mother's, ebony colored pelt. Her father's dashing pools of liquid gold glow with a warm radiation as her pelts scent can send chills through your body. A dark shadow, Ravel prefers the sanctuary of darkness, keeping her thoughts to herself. Though she is fairly clever, not to mention equipped with deadly ivory colored fangs and claws. Coming up with battle plans is much too easy for her. Her frame is lithe and slender, allowing her to move quickly and silently, bred to become an assassin. Murderous. A nightmare come to life, just waiting so slit your throat. She plans big things in her life, things for her siblings too, who she will remain loyal till death to her siblings. Are you afraid yet? You should be. Because a nightmare has only begun. NRP

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J a d e -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Made from the depths of night herself. She has been blessed with good looks - from her black fur and bright, sparking jade colored eyes which seems to run through your whole being. Yet her soul is a stranger to herself; and the essence of mystery surrounds her attracts male wolves like it is a drug. Bold and quiet - she is not afraid to challenge her alpha pair about rules, decisions and would make a good beta female if she ever tried to be one. Unfortunately for her pack, she has no desire to lead her pack one day; or help out in making choices for it - preferring to help by hunting and fighting. On her neck a small white star is swirled deep into her smooth neck fur. Graced with lithe, delicate features her ability to be a runner is outstanding - and can scale the ground with the speed of a horse. Jade is always open to her pack mates and was taught on respect for elders. To her - respect is vital for a good family. She was raised on the cold peaks of a mountain, and with a family which had such a warm heart the days were always bright. When the family was killed by a hunter - she escaped and found a new home - Blacken Rose Pack. NRP

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V e r o -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Vero is a wolf whose fur contains mainly dark colors, only hints of lighter hues can be traced within the mixtures of black, tan, brown, etc. His pelt could also give off the appearance of blue in some areas. His eyes are a piecing aqua color. They seem to be the main focal point of his body. Only because his fur is so dark while his eyes are so light. Vero's number one priority is loyalty. He will never break someones trust towards him and he finds those who disregard others trust, is purely a disgrace. He is not uptight at all, in fact a very fun individual. He enjoys laughing and loves getting away from stress. Though he knows his time to be serious and focused. He will care for anyone unless given a reason not to. He is all about first impressions. If he thinks of you as a good character, then you're likely to stay that way to him. If he finds you a wolf of lies and tricks, good luck earning his respect. NRP

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E q u i n o x -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Equinox has a pelt of the deepest obscurest black, though throwing off its evident graceful features is the young wolf's build. With bony ribs that jolt and turn as he walks, and shoulder blades that protrude and disappear in a grotesque manner alongside his spine, is Equinox's stubbed knowledge of how to hunt correctly and successfully. With skin that's pulled taught over his bones, and undeveloped weak muscles that give him ugly, ghoulish features, is a brilliant mind hidden behind bright green silver flecked orbs that do not see solid features but rather through them, numb to the reality around him. Like seeing through a summer haze, waiting to be woken up from a long lost dream. Equinox's own voice is silent, his words come only if necessary, and in a voice so faint it is but a whisper of the sound it could be. Cutting off his cleverness, and inability to socialize naturally (with words and mannerism of talking/joking) is Equinox's inability to escape his own mind. His mind has been shattered beyond belief, throwing up jagged mountains, locked doors and warning bells that lead back to his traumatizing past. This leaves him doubly vulnerable and easily persuaded in his haste to be obedient. NRP

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P.e.r.f.e.c.t . N.i.g.h.t.m.a.r.e { Reclaim && Adopt }

lostnoblivion4 — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 11:16:54 CST

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E n t i c e -
( alpha's legacy ) { adoption reward: - }
kin- Temptation (mother), Vantu (father), Belleza & Haze (sisters), Ira (brother)
Entice was born in Perfect Nightmare to the alphas, Temptation and Vantu. He is wreathed in winters love with the pure, ivory pelt that covers his lean canvas. Though he has his mother's hide, he shares the astounding, liquid golden eyes just like his father's. This makes his looks incredibly compelling. Entice is very mischievous, he prefers remaining hidden in the cold before springing an ambush an any other living thing he can get his dirty little paws on. He can snap, and getting in arguments with him is not a good plan, considering that fact that his tongue is sharp as a knife's wicked blade. He comes back almost every time, and wont let one away without his revenge. He has a well built body, strong and not too lean. One day he wishes to become a loyal and destined fighter. For he is determined enough to chase his dreams, even if they may seem impossible. NRP

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T s u n d e r e -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a

Tsundere is a lean 1 year old fae with dark brown fur and hint of russet. Her eyes are light green, a natural look for her. Sporting a purple legging on her right foreleg, it compliments her appearance.She acquired it one day when she had been passing through a city to travel into mountains,when a human caught her, in a failed attempt to try to tame a wild wolf. Worn as a flag for who she was, once she escaped,she had no idea how to take it off. She gave up, finding it too pretty to just rip off when she could brag about it. Tsundere got her name from her mother,who called her this because of the obvious meaning of the word; a spiky, conceited being that can instantly become sweet and lovable in a blink. The name stuck.Apparently, her name was spread about when she would break a few hearts, walking about aimlessly. Tsundere is blithe, and has a lost brother, who she knows she will meet soon. She is a heart breaker, and proud. She has a high and mighty attitude, but is considerate.Tsundere is strong in will,and because of this,she can do anything she wants to do. Not a quiet type of wolf,she is outgoing and headstrong. NRP

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S o l i t a i r -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate: n/a kin: n/a legacy: n/a apprentice: n/a
A young two year old she-wolf with no other family in the pack. With deep brown eyes, not a dirty muddy brown, but a rich golden shade, which are quite pretty to look at. Her pelt holds two contrasting colours within it, with her fur being a mixture of deepest black in some areas whilst the purest white in others. Much of the black is flecked with white, whilst her face, paws, underbelly and right hind leg are all mainly white with few specks of black. Solitair is small and dainty, nimble and quick-moving in battle, yet opponents can often dominate her with strength which she is rather lacking of. She is very sweet and caring of those in need and her greatest ambition is too have pups of her own some day and to see them grow up strong and healthy. She is often very alluring and loves to flirt with possible mates every chance she gets, although she can often leave them hanging after a short while and move onto another. Spring is her favourite season as it is the season of life and new births, and also the time at which she will be able to see which males are suitable for courting. Solitair enjoys the rain and is always willing to go hunting during a storm even if others would rather stay in camp and keep their fur dry. Born to loner parents with one other pup whom they named Joker, she lived a life away from packs and large groups for the first year and a half of her life. Around this time her brother began pestering her about leaving their parents to undergo their own futures away from them amongst other wolves. Solitair agreed and the two set off one evening, heading nowhere in particular and just letting their paws carry them wherever. One evening whilst traveling, humans shot at them, causing the two to split and become separated. After searching for many days for her beloved brother, Solitair gave up hope and decided to continue her search for her own destiny. NRP

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S p l i n t e r -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }

mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a

He's used to the teasing. Being called Useless. Loser. Cripple. Being left out. Being laughed at. He's used to it all. But he will never let it get him down. Never. Splinter is a pure black wolf with glaring yellow eyes, just daring you to taunt him. His fur is scruffy and mangy, fallen out in some places. His yellow teeth are always bared in a scowl, and his dirty claws dig into the ground. His back left leg was crushed when a tree fell on him back in his old pack, and it has never fully healed, so he limps all the time and can never jump as far or run as fast as other wolves. In addition, the bits of flying bark lodged themselves in his right eye, so he is half blind. His old pack laughed at him so much for his disability, he decided to show them how disabled he is - by killing his mother and sister. They drove him out and he wandered the countryside for moons, a moving home for fleas. When he finally came to Perfect Nightmare, he was weak and hungry, and anxious to prove his worth. For although his body is lacking, he is an evil genius inside. His master mind can outwit any plot against him, and through strategy and deadly planning he can defeat any opponent. He knows how cruel the world can be, and has grown secluded and bitter. He is also slightly insane. Some say that his brilliant mind, locked up in a limited body, drove him mad from within. Others say that the tree that maimed him also destroyed the sane, logical part of his brain. Whatever the reason, Splinter definitely isn't quite there. He often randomly starts cackling, or volunteers to jump the gorge, climb a tree, or some other random, impossible idea. He seems to not have emotions, and fights mercilessly, almost seeming to enjoy being covered in blood. A splintered soul that never entirely healed, this wolf is one to be feared. NRP

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L i f e -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }

mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a

Life didn't have her life handed to her on a silver gleaming platter. Most of her life she spent alone, the other part she spent in the crummy abandon two-leg place- starving, uncomfortable, mistreated by larger male wolves, and even almost shot by a hunter. Her life is stained like blood, her heart is caving in, and her mind is crumbling. Until he came. 'He' was named Savage. He changed her life, from dark and dangerous to light and dreamy. And that's how she changed. Again. They had a epic fight, starting out as a joke to a bloody fight. She had scars everywhere- from her tail, to her muzzle, on her ears and her legs. She almost died. now she doesn't trust anyone, as well as being uneasy about herself. Her eyes are like crystal drops of a sparkling water, fallen from the clear blue skies, and her fur is dark grey, black, and some light grey. In the moonlight, her fur is a very light silver, with a gleam from any light. She is harsh now, with glittering white teeth, and hostile eyes. She is snappish, and she will listen to any males higher positions than herself, but will not to any lower females or males. She will do anything to get higher in the chain. She is a true traitor, but she never shows it to the face. She is ready to battle, with strong muscular limbs and thick fur. Her blood is a pure sweet scarlet, and she has a taste for blood- not her own, but others. NRP

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A z a l e a -
( healer's apprentice ) { adoption reward: - }
mentor- n/a | kin- n/a
Azalea is a white she-wolf with brown paws and an orange tail-tip. She was born into a pack, but when she was still a pup the pack came down with a bad sickness, and only she made it out alive. The pack's healer tried to teach her everything about herbs before she left, so that she might find a new pack and help them. Compelled to help anyone in need because of her old pack's sickness, she is very compassionate and helpful. There are a few gaps in her training, but she is always up to learn something new. However, she can be a little sensitive to insults, but if you push her hard enough, watch out. She has a surprisingly sharp bite, and tongue. After watching her old healer die trying to save her pack, she swore to help anyone in need, even if her life was in danger. NRP

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L u c e -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a

Luce may not be the biggest wolf around but he makes up for it in his mental ability and speed. His pelt is a murky, brown color while his left eye seems to be liquid gold and his right eye a forest green. He has a sleek and slender build with sharp teeth and claws to match. Before he entered the pack he wandered from place to place often causing trouble. Luce is a skilled and experienced fighter but only fights if he has too. undying loyal he tends to keep his thoughts to himself. He is very kind and supportive to his pack mates and would die before he let harm befall them. He is rather stubborn and hardheaded. Strong willed and cunning. He can be rude at times. He moves with a certain deadly grace. NRP

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B l a c k M a g i c -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Through the shattered reality of death, Black Magic has kept a strong face. He is a large male, thick muscles residing under his pelt. He is mottled auburn, white and black, with think fur most suitable for winter, which sheds lighter in warmer seasons. His eyes are an impossibly deep amber colour. Its the kind of colour that moved your soul, eyes that tell a story. He has a natural demanding presence, mostly because of his large size. Black Magic grew up on his own, never living in a pack or with his family. He was orphaned at an early age. His parents, two kind wolves, were shot dead by hunters for fun. Since then, Black Magic has kept wary of humans. He traveled the forest by himself, living off small game such as rabbits and squirrels. He couldn't risk injury for larger prey. One day, Black Magic came across an injured female. Not usually social, he was going to avoid her, but something stopped him. Grudgingly, he cared for the spitfire of a female until she was healed. He became attached to her attitude and snippy remarks, and before they knew it, they had become mates. Black Magic loved his mate with every fiber of his being and would die for her. They conceived pups after two years, and he couldn't have been happier. Everything in his life seemed to be perfect. But it was short-lived, because soon, the family was attacked by a band of rogue wolves, desperate for a meal. To say that Black Magic fought valiantly would be an understatement. He put everything he had into protecting his family, but in the end it wasn't enough.They were slaughtered, then left, apparently not of any interest anymore. Black Magic was left on the ground, injured both physically, mentally and emotionally. He lost everything he had that day, to wolves he didn't even know. He managed to drag himself away from the bodies of his family. From then on, he was again by himself. Black Magic may seem unapproachable, but this male is soft-spoken and warm, despite his trials. He can't bring himself to hate, or be vicious. Its not in his nature. Black Magic could be categorized as shy, since he never makes the first move, but he is as comfortable with himself as they come. He knows his own limits and strengths and weaknesses. While he has his doubts about ever finding love again, sticking true to the bond of mates, fate has a strange way of worming itself into situations. He could become a lover of another, or maybe he will remain along until he runs with his family in death. NRP

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( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
A handsome male wolf with frosty white fur with a smoky black fur mask around his eyes that look like it would be on a raccoon the other thing that is the same smokey black color is one of his front paws which looks like it was dipped in black paint. Mystery is a good way to describe him at the moment because no one is able to get inside his head. He is often to leave you in a daze when you smirks at you. Under all of his fur is a pure joker with sarcastic blood. Even though his past isn't much it was a tale of tragic lives, his father saving only him and leaving his mother behind when dark wolves attacked but his father soon got killed. Villain was taken in by the blood thirsty monsters and raised to be a swift and cunning fighter. Love has never crossed his mind...Yet, it sometimes comes across in spring and might want a mate if he put some thought into it. NRP

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T h e o r y -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
Mate: n/a | Kin: n/a | Legacy: n/a | Apprentice: n/a
She was born alone, a single pup in a litter of six. The others, her brothers and sisters died just moments after they were born. She was the last and amazingly she lived like none of the others. Theory is a stunning burnt black color with tinges of red and white all through her pelt. Her eyes are a rich amber color that are almost gold. Her legs are long and powerful giving her great speed. She is a very good hunter and a moderate fighter but she can still improve on her skills. Theory once had a friend his name was Dust, he was a blind wolf and she took care of him. Her annoying mouth that seemed to go on and on got her in trouble with a group of wolves one day. They were very strong and for what she had said they wanted payback so they took her friends life. Ever since that day she's always been a little off, almost insane. The way she talks is impeccably annoying and will agitate most wolfs. She is growing out of it, but it's taking her time. She is nice enough, but when you learn to know the fae she seems to be a bit harsh and indifferent. When first meeting her most wolfs will either be insulted or just very agitated. Theory isn't the easiest wolf to talk to or to get to know. NRP

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F r a y -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Sometimes, when an indestructible force meets an unbreakable wall, all anger that was previously preserved in order to save the ones who begged innocent is ripped into existence. Born to a powerful pack, Fray, from birth, was told long and wistful stories about how the world used to be, and how things were not. Born with his mother's compassion, the stories of hatred and anger confused the male blessed with the silvery fur of the moon. His father, a tyrant, was obsessed with the old prophecy that spoke of a silver furred wolf that would eventually command an army of the undead. Of course, no amount of persistence on Fray's part would convince his father it was impossible. On a night when the moon was full, but the lightest of rain ghosted their fur, his father cornered him on the cliff, demanding Fray to either live up to his destiny or die. He was less than a year old when he killed his father on that cliff, tricking him into his death. His mother and siblings immediately accused Fray, for they had also wanted him to lead them to power. Confused and hurt, Fray narrowly escaped with his life, running into the unknown lands. Scarred and hurt by the events that had taken place, the cruelty of the world crafted Fray a thick shell. He learned how to fight early on, and discovered that he was a skilled killer. He was able to slaughter without mercy. He was an unstoppable force, his wall impenetrable and his amber eyes cold. That is, however, until he met a she-wolf named Ripple. She was the embodiment of his freedom, and was the only one who could coax him out of his shell, although her temper was just as fierce as his. They planned on starting a family. However, the land was cruel and unforgiving. One winter, while Ripple was pregnant and prey was scarce, a pack of wolves attacked the two for a meal Fray had caught. When they resisted, Ripple was slaughtered. Shoved into a brutal nightmare, Fray murdered the pack of wolves by himself, and once again began to roam, this time more shut off then before. Upon meeting Fray, a wolf will find him endlessly endearing, for he has a handsome, strong body and piercing amber eyes that burn with secrets waiting to be uncovered. His fur is a silver that glows in the light of the moon. However, it is near impossible to make Fray open up. He is a wolf full of anger at his past, and hardly trusts anyone. He can enrage quickly and without warning, making him unpredictable, and, at times, even more endearing. His only belief now is in what is physically before him, the rush of claws in battle, and the roar of blood in his ears right before he sliced through a life force. It would take a female with both a strength and fire to match his awesome temper to bring him back. NRP

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A w a k e n -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Beauty is not the word for it. Flawless is close, but pretty is to far off to explain the looks of this black swan. Her fur is tipped with a slight hint of silver, flashing like ripples through her fur within the beam of moonlight. and her eyes, a daunting blue skimmed with a thin but icy layer of cold silver. Giving her glares an extra edge, which is something not to be caught in the path of. Yet her ears are rather long, just a bit longer then other wolves ears and they give her that sweet cute look. Her voice is like an ocean, it flows like a secretive melody, playful and jumpy, dancing around with wisps and dips. Her howl is phenomenal, it melts through the air, easing its way along in an ice coated ring. Making it cold and yet relaxing. Her body frame is quite lean, she is also very lithe, and can take paw-steps without making a sound as if she were walking on feathers. She is a master of ambush, stealth, and speed. She is immensely sly, able to swoop and dive among the bushes and trees in complete silence. She is rather a kind character, to her own pack mates. Those who she doesn't know or trust she will turn on, not afraid to stain her paws in blood. She is like a shadow, mysterious, dark, and secretive. But there is something she will never reveal.. foes who's voices still linger in the back of her mind. The ones she killed. Sometimes, those voices drag her back to the past. Dark and treacherous. She still remembers the day she saw her mother die with her own bright eyes. Killed, murdered by her own father who later abandoned her and wasn't seen since. She learned to hunt on her own, in the own solitary confinement of her own mind. And whenever she tried to join neighboring packs, she was turned down, believed to be cursed by the dead. They named her Awaken, in their fears that one day the living dead would be aroused be her. And the name stuck, ever since she has been known as Awaken. NRP

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S i a r i e n -
( apprentice ) { adoption reward: - }
mentor- n/a | kin- n/a
Within the realms of white, among the snow and darkness was a wolf of white blessed by death and the shadows. Frosty white fur laced by glittering streaks of silver make her seem like nothing more then a mere illusion. Yet she is much more. There is ice within her soul, shown only through her eyes. Almost pure white yet an electric sheering aqua, they are edged with a silver flare. gazing can end fatal, locked into that intimidation trance and you will never be pulled from is daunting depths. And if looks could kill... Her voice is a cascade, that flows and even at times gets fairly cold, sewed with rifts and many different paths. Yet it can be like putting you at knife point, one false move and your done. She is rather kind at times. Wanting nothing more then a mere companion to share her thoughts with. Like a lost spirit among a world in which she believes she will never escape. Abused as a pup for being the late bloomer. Her eyes opened last of the litter, yet it gave time for her sharp vision to develop. You will never escape her eyes, they will pinpoint you and never let you away. A born runner, taking on the world with fast paws. As the wind laces through her silky white fur, and the muscles beneath her leg fur ripples. Her slender and lithe figure allows her to be one of the swiftest wolves you will every encounter. She is quite, secretive, but very astonishing. She can entice males, though she thinks nothing of it, the natural flow of her calm and attractive aura ropes them in. And when I say this I mean it, she is not stupid. Clever and sly she is able to remain hidden and only reveal herself when she desires. She adores snow, when the light reflects its beauty onto the frost bitten world is when she is within her finest realm. She is a fearless fighter, built with intense endurance. Though she may not be the strongest, she knows how to survive and wear her attacker down. Yet her legs are the only part of her that is very powerful, her speed makes up in her lack of strength. As well as her nightmare-like fangs and teeth. Beautiful. Clever. Brave. She is Siarien. NRP

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P e r s e p h o n e -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
A fallen angel made from the night itself, her eyes are a pale blue almost white though she is not blind. Her form makes her even more beautiful, elegant and graceful that she is. She also smells of lilies, which was her favorite flower when she was little. She wasn't born a killer, no she was sweet, picking flowers for her mother but that all changed when she was taken by humans. She was put in fights, at first getting beaten for not winning but after awhile she never lost. She was known by all humans and dogs that knew of the fights. After awhile she forgot of her old life and began to be more and more blood thirsty until she turned on her humans while they were taking her to a new fight, killing them without mercy. A chain is wrapped around her neck which she is unable to get off. She will kill without mercy, and will not feel sorry for anyone because that's what she is, there is no changing it. She would never thinks of love, but of course it sometimes crosses her mind and she thinks it wouldn't be bad to have someone to talk to. But could someone with such a cold heart find ever love? NRP

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F l e u r -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
A sassy and smart she-wolf capable of just about anything. Fleur's snow-white fur is only unbroken by markings of pale gray, with her back a blanket of almost unnoticeable silver-gray. She has slight bangs that don't reach her eyes and sway a little when she walks. Fleur's eyes are the color of freshly cut emeralds. Fleur is childish and selfish. She uses sarcasm in about every conversation she has, leaving her without many friends. Fleur spends her days on the hunt, tracking large game and using her incredible nose. Fleur is mostly a loner in her own pack, and she desperately wants wolves to like her, but she just doesn't have the social skills to obtain friends. So Fleur mostly just talks to the birds, a rare and hardly attainable skill. Fleur doesn't remember a family, and in truth, her family left her alone and cold next to a frozen river, hoping the another pack would come along and find her. Fleur was only a small pup with her eyes barely open, and she only remembers the scent of her brother. She hopes to find him one day, and be reunited with the family that left her to be found by someone else. Fleur's personality differs from her background extremely. The only social skill that Fleur seems to have perfected is the art of flirting. Although she is only two years old, Fleur wants a mate to take care of her and give her the family she had always wished for. She doesn't see this happening soon though she must work to make sure nobody hates her. NRP

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D o m i n i c -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
Mate: n/a | Kin: n/a | Legacy: n/a | Apprentice: n/a
Dominic is a large muscled beast with strength unlike no other, but the down size to his large mass is that is slows him down. A timber wolf in coloring such as black, grays, whites and browns but his size tells you dire wolf blood runs thick in his veins and sparks in his icy blue eyes like a raging fire. A soldier through and through he is built for any type of combat. A ladies man by nature he is a womanizer due to his charms he has many mistresses, but breaks their hearts. Has a hard time loving for real and hopes a female will take him to her heart. Quick to react he will defend anyone he calls dear. Listening skills, eye sight and great sense of smell hid the slight slowness. Brave and bold he will take on any challenge that is dished out to him. Nothing stands in his way to stay alive and on top of his game. He may now seem loyal, faithful and kind...but sorry to be a Johnny Rain Cloud but he is pure evil. Bad to the bone, wicked through and through. Dominic will fight for the dark side through thick and thin. Smart and skilled Dominic is ready, are you? NRP

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I n k -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
Mate: n/a | Kin: n/a | Legacy: n/a | Apprentice: n/a
The oh so charming smile will be the death and heart break of any fae that falls for this brute. Ink is a user. He uses any wolf he can get his tail wrapped around to get what he wants. Most of the time they are dim witted femmes that think they are in love. An easy target, wouldn't you say? He isn't a bad wolf, he's actually quite nice. He was born into a pack in turmoil. He lost his brother an sister in a raid and soon his mother and father. Ink left the pack to become a loner, He was only the age of an apprentice when he left. He met a wolf named Max. Max soon became the young wolves mentor, or as he liked to be called master. Max used other wolves to get what he wanted just as Ink does today, this is where Ink got the cruel act from. Ink left Max when he was the age of a warrior and fell in love with a beautiful fae. She used him like he used so many other wolves. He vowed never to let himself fall again and let her go. His canvas is a dazzling inky black with tinges of silver running through it. His eyes are an electric blue that have the essence to charm an fae. He is lean and built for speed with a thin, but strong body. He can fight well tho, using his speed to his advantage. His hunting skills are superb and strong. His senses are overly sensitive making him more attuned to his surroundings than other wolves. Ink is still a young wolf and in the prime of his life. He is a loyal wolf and will follow any order given. Ink is a strong wolf in heart, body, and soul. NRP

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G h o s t -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a

The past is a haunting memory taking refuge inside your very mind. It's a parasite, a horrible beast, a ghost. A howl of misery, pain, and sorrow rings out on the moonless night. Bloody paw-prints trace the icy snow around the bodies of three wolves. A mother, her white pelt stained in a deep crimson. A father, his face twisted and contorted into one of fear and terror. A pup, his eyes just opened, lifeless. The murder stands another pup gripped in his bloody jaws, she is alive. "Please put me down, I need to help my brother," The words drifted from her maw weakly but strong. The murderer dropped the pup and ran. The pup mourned in her winter surroundings for days. When she was just on the cusp of life an elderly wolf found the crimson scene and took the pup away. The wolf was named Shift. Shift was a elder who knew of many great things in his old age. Shift took care of the young wolf he called Ghost, for she was like a ghost of the forest when her found her, stained in blood and wailing like a tortured soul. Ghost was a sweet talkative fae in her youth but as she grew older and lost Shift to deaths grasp she grew silent. Ghost raised herself after that before finding a pack to call home. She is knowledgeable, a silent listening, and usually never speaks. Her voice is a rare occurrence, and those to hear it are special. Those that have heard the young fae's voice are amazed by the beauty and the purity of it, although she herself cannot be classified as perfect. Ghost is pale as her name implies, her eyes are a bright azure, the color of them seems to shine out into your heart and stamps a permanent mark there. Her legs are long and lean built for speed, she can outrun a rabbit. Ghost isn't much of a fighter but can hold her ground. She is very intelligent and can understand anything after being told, she rarely ask questions and always gets her job done in swiftly. She is the phantom stalker, her prey is hunted down unknowing that they're about to killed and sent away to another world. She aspires to be a great wolf, and nothing will ever get in the way of her dreams. Ghost is the phantom of your dreams, haunting your ever living memories. NRP

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A s p i n -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }

Mate: n/a | Kin: n/a | Legacy: n/a | Apprentice: n/a

Venomous doesn't even come close to describing this lethal ivory wolf. Her eyes are a stunning blue which enchants others. Quick as lighting she strikes with no remorse. Aspin came from a pack up north, unfairly accused and banished for a crime she did not commit she traveled alone for awhile. She is small and deadly, looking almost like an apprentice. She uses charm and wit to her advantage, playing on others weaknesses and fears. An experienced fighter she has put older and more skilled wolves to shame. Determined and persistent, if at first she doesn't succeed, try try again. Trust does not come easily for her. Respect for those of a higher rank she will stand up for what she believes in. Somewhat of a short temper, she holds grudges and is not one to cross. Once you get to know her she is undying loyal and kind. NRP

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E m b e r -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a

A feisty two in half year old dark tan and brown she-wolf. She doesn't talk a lot, only when she has to. Ember has many strengths including speed, muscle, and smarts. Her only weakness is that she's claustrophobic and she's likely to grow uneasy with more than two wolves around her. And she refuses to go into dens or any other enclosed space. However, it disappears when she's in battle and the blood lust is on her. She's got fiery amber eyes that seem to glare through you and change color with her emotions. She can be a rather manipulative she-wolf but, if she's your friend, you can trust her with your life. She's not much of a hunter and would rather fight her way into a meal than get it herself. Unlike most she-wolves, she isn't too keen on pups and is strictly positive she never wants them. NRP

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C u j o -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Cujo is Golden white male wolf, with crystal blue eyes. His eyes tell his story in a way, deeper than the ocean and vaster than a dessert. All he knows is what he has learned on his own, wise words of wisdom, well they are seldom seen, if seen at all. They only words he heard were lies. His family was there on and off at one point when he was younger, but in a blink of an eye they were gone. And that's how it would be for the rest of his journey to what seemed like hell. Since then he mostly keeps to himself when it comes to love, in fear that if someone does get past his thick fir they might get enough of him to break his heart. He loves fighting not only because of the rush but because he believes that everybody at some point must be proved wrong when they are, that's the only reason he fights, besides when his temper gets the best of him. Nothing will stop him when it comes to his loved ones though, right or wrong he will stand up for what he loves and for what he believes. So on he goes, place to place not looking for more but exploring more, taking in every possibility of new possibilities. But he learned from everything that he had seen, because he knew that at some point he would have his story to tell that wouldn't contain lies. Don't let his truth fool you though, he has a dark soul and who knows what will come from it. NRP

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( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
A dark gray she-wolf with fiery eyes. At the edges of her fur the dark gray is lighter, but at some spots they are darker gray or black. She doesn't have much in looks, but can sometimes catch you in her eyes. They lure you to your death. Lullaby is harsh and stubborn, always wanting her way. How she developed a taste for blood, no one knows for sure. Some say she murdered her old pack, while others think she is a part of a deep lying blood line of vicious monsters. She doesn't care what they think as long as they're dead. Her loyalties can be questioned due to her cruel and unwelcoming personality, but she does rely on the comfort of others. Lullaby can be obnoxious at one point due to her constant threatening others and her arrogance, but all around she fits in well with Perfect Nightmare. Her past is unknown even she can't recall a second of it, but one thing she knows is that she needs revenge. NRP

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P.e.r.f.e.c.t . N.i.g.h.t.m.a.r.e . M.e.m.b.e.r.s

lostnoblivion4 — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 11:13:03 CST

P e r f e c t . N i g h t m a r e . P a c k

&& YOU LOST YOUR HEART AMONG THE DARKNESS

Dark, witty, and mysterious. Clever, sly and graceful, other wolves turn their heads as they walk by, compelled by them. Although do not be fooled, they are insane at times and their tongues are as sharp as their teeth. These wolves truly are a perfect nightmare. population - 10 wolves {females- 7 \|males- 3} Q u i c k . L i n k s joining \| news \| territory \| history \| reclaim && adopt		editing: Do not edit Perfect Nightmare pack if you do not realize the correct format! Only StellaLani and administrators may edit this pack page.
		joining: To join Perfect Nightmare pack post a thread on the joining page or message StellaLani. joining must include: -description -desired rank -role play sample

EAC - Excused from Activity Check (does not have to check in this week)
PRP - Pending Role Player (reclaim your character)
NRP - Needs Role Player (visit the adoption page to adopt this character)

Perfect Nightmare pack is currently accepting all positions. If you want to role play a wolf in the pack but you don't want to make another tedious bio, you can adopt! There are many wolves that have been put up for adoption that anyone can apply to role play.
To be accepted into this pack your wolf must be beautiful, charming, and in a sense perfect, as well as being lethal and completely dangerous. This pack is typically not one to take pity onto another.

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V a n t u - mate- Temptation \| kin- n/a \| legacy- Haze, Belleza, Ira, & Entice \| apprentice- n/a

Vantu is a large timber wolf with golden eyes. He is stronger than most, and intimidating because of his size. Usually, Vantu is a silent wolf, only speaks when spoken to, and keeps his opinions to himself. Most don't like an annoying wolf, so he keeps his mouth shut. It would be wrong to say he can take on a wolf who is twice his size, because there isn't one. He seems like a brave wolf, but truth be told he is scared of much. When Vantu was a pup, he witnessed the murder of his small family. The images of scarlet pelts and rivers of blood stain his mind. The wolves who killed his family showed him mercy because of his strength, and raised him as one of them. He grew to love a she-wolf named Hivana, and they had pups of their own, though the others found out about his betrayal with an outside wolf, and once again his family was murdered. So to say, what Vantu is really afraid of is love. Love always seems to end quicker than it started, and he is once again left with a broken heart. Vantu doesn't show as much mercy as he used to, because he has had his trust broken too many times. He feels it is better to just deal with what could lead to misfortune in the future than wait for it to actually happen. He is very loyal to his pack, and would follow them all to the death. Rped by lostnoblivion4
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mate- Vantu | kin- n/a | legacy- Haze, Belleza, Ira & Entice | apprentice- n/a
Through the snows of time, there has always been a certain flawlessness of beauty and grace connected deeply into a wolf known as temptation. Illuminated electrifying blue eyes shine through her ivory composure, a silhouette of pure exhilarating compassion. She dances with her sorrows, falling victim to the secrets she hides in a sort of beautiful lie. Lights seem to always caress her elegant body, silver wisps of pure moonlight. She is in words of beyond perfect, a delicate stature in a flawless body. Although, she is completely and irrevocably fatal. Temptation is the most beautiful, as well as the most beautiful of them all. She wants to know the day that everything might once make sense to her, when her eyes will truly open for the first time to see the new world come into focus. She has learned that time waits for no one, and not to be afraid of tomorrow no matter what the future may bring. She is quiet and her mind seems to know no boundaries in her lost intuitions. A troubled wolf, hiding behind compelling ice blue eyes that seem to capture any wolf's gaze and hold them prisoner in her innocent glow. Stained in blood, and yet so fallen. Although no wolf should dare challenge her, at the very least, they wouldn't even know the fate of their yet to be soon horrible demise. She is a lone red rose in a field of snow, the last of her kind, about to loose spirit with the new frost that awaits her. Rped by StellaLani

Beta Male :: Beta Female ::
N e m a a r i -
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/aOne of strong mind and strong heart is this peculiar she-wolf. Bred to be a saint-like being, one looked up to by many others, Nemaari was placed on a high pedestal since birth. Her parents, her family, all expected her to be like the many Spirits of the earth; pure of heart and spirit. Nemaari was intimidated, to say the least, and intimidation often leads to failure. How was she at fault when she spoke out of turn? Surely her elders would realize that a pup would not, could not, contain her many questions. The Elders were outraged, disrespected, by the young Nermaari. How dare a wolf, a she-wolf at that, speak to them in such a manner? Her family was shamed, set apart as outcasts to be avoided. All because of one blunder. Her brothers and sisters tried to convince Nemaari that they were not angry with her, but she could here the scorn in their voices. Her mother was reduced to sighing every time Nemaari spoke. Her sighs said the obvious: 'How could you?'. Her father was ore forward with his disappointment. He stopped talking with her, refused to have anything to do with a disgraced like her. Nemaari was confused and utterly alone growing up. How could she have not made a mistake? Surely everyone was entitled to make mistakes. It was part of learning. Her endless questions were never answered, however. Once old enough, Nemaari left. She was determined to live her life, not in shame, but in freedom. Her pelt is as white as the newly fallen snow and her eyes are a sharp silver color. Rped by ~HeartShapedLocket~
Healer :: Healer's Apprentice :: B a n e -
kin- n/a | apprentice- n/a
As strong and solid as a mountain facing a tsunami, Bane is a wolf with an inner strength that is hard to ignore. Each step of his is one full of meaning, and each word is spoken with dubious importance. With a strong, lithe exterior, his thin fur laced with grays and tans and amber orbs to caress the world he views, he is a wolf that doesn't seem to mind anybody. His patience is somehow endless, and although sarcasm is a frequent visitor in his conversations, he is never evil. He tends to be more optimistic than not, and perhaps this demeanor is only allowed in the pack he joins due to the fact he is a healer by heart. Ever since he was born, Bane seemed to have a strong instinct of what herbs to use. He was born and raised in a pack that enjoyed blood and didn't hesitate to slash a heart for power. However, Bane always found himself oddly detached from these happenings. He never hungered for power, nor did he ever wish to get involved in the politics of wolves. Instead, he began to tend to the wounded, experimenting with herbs. By himself, he learned them all. He eventually became one of the most cherished members of the pack due to his ability to heal, but Bane soon found that the risk was too great. Too many wolves were ready to kill each other for his services, so one night, he swept away in the cover of night fall, not wishing to cause any more trouble. Bane is a wolf of passion and fire. He is ready to fight for anything he believes in, and is not above raising his claws in the defense of a friend. However, just because he is willing to fight, doesn't make him violent. He has strength in his words along with his paws, but will only defend himself when required. Rped by TearBubble

Lead Warrior ::

Warriors :: Apprentices :: A l l u r e -
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
The shear essence of beauty, with the sweet enchanting voice of a sirens song, is a she wolf known as Allure. A pair of compelling blue eyes shine through the shadows of her mold, her body so black to easily compare with a void, captivating all who are graced with her presence. She is young, but her knowledge goes beyond her years by many. Her heart is open to all, and she brings out the tenderness in every wolf she meets, no matter how bitter or cruel. Although her tender and caring personality in a gorgeous frame are all other wolves see, there is much more to her. Under those glassy ice blue eyes lied a tale of pain and betrayal, one she has locked away for many moons. She had loved and lost, fallen victim to the cruel fate of heartbreak. She is quite an amazing actress, keeping up her sweet and bubbly demur as to ensure that is all her pack mates see. She is quite and well mannered, a smile constantly on her lips. Every move she makes is calculated. Confidence radiates from her, but with a touch of shyness. If someone wants to talk to her, all they have to do is approach her, she’s an extrovert, and is more than happy to help other wolves. She likes to make everyone happy even if she doesn’t take much of a liking for them in general. She fears that one day a male will steal her heart, and she will become as vulnerable as an angel on her knees. Allure is from a broken home, with no real family to claim as her own. Rped by StellaLani

H e r a -
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Hera is on the smaller size of her species, a petite lustrous tempest. Her canvas is a gorgeous russet stain, the color of rising flames that morph into a smokey gray. Her orbs are a bright emerald color that seem to hypnotize as they capture the attention of her followers. Her presence never goes unnoticed, as if she has a certain allure around her. Mainly lust, Hera is seemingly always in heat and will spare no males from her flirtatious disposition. Hera knows she's gorgeous from the constant praise of males, however she does not act conceded or as if she is even aware of the fact. Unless provoked, she is typically not violent and tends to be rather calm and cheery unless agitated. On the brighter side of her personality, she is surprisingly willing to help others as well as admit to her mistakes and nurture her friends and family. Rped by StellaLani
H a z e -
kin- Temptation (mother), Vantu (father), Ira & Entice (brothers), Belleza (sister)
Haze is a small, sly, seductive, and strong alabaster fea born to the highest respected alphas of Perfect Nightmare pack. A mirror of her mother, her oculars are a bright crystallized azure color. Her stunning features are outlined in a pure obsidian, framing her orbs, auds, felts, and her tassel. Her figure is very feminine; her whole body is sleek and graceful. Even the way she walks is elegant. Her limbs are graceful shaped like her body. Her seeming flawlessness even at a young age, brings many males her way for her only to break their hearts over and over again. She is a very decisive creature, and once she's made up her mind about something it is very hard to change it. This is especially true when it comes to others. Her opinions are often formed on first impressions alone making it hard for others to befriend her sometimes. Once she gets it in her head that she doesn't like someone, she'll continuously snub him or her until either the other creature gets the hint or actually manages to change her mind. She loves fighting, for it is the one thing she is truly good at. She is manipulative and cunning making her a difficult wolf to beat in battle as her next move is always impossible to comprehend. However, Haze is distant in a way. To her, she is a prisoner in her own skin. Rped by StellaLani

B e l l e z a -
kin- Temptation (mother), Vantu (father), Ira & Entice (brothers), Haze (sister)
A breath of air against the grain of a blue sky, Belleza is cunning to the bitter end. Born to the alphas of the pack, Perfect Nightmare, she is a pup of a brown and white splotched coat, her eyes a Caribbean blue. While she is smaller than her litter-mates, she is definitely one of the most intelligent. Her cunning remarks and sharp tongue can make her a quick enemy to others, but she doesn't use her intellect to wound others unless they pose a threat. She was a strangely strong sense of justice, refusing to use her charm to allure males or manipulate others. She hates when others lie and cheat, and can become ones worst nightmare if they attempt to hurt her or her friends. Despite that, she can be a bit of a spit fire, usually angering when one insults her small size. She isn't one to remain calm when provoked, but she also isn't one to panic in quick situations. She has a level head to help her think clearer, although she can be naive, since she is only a pup. She still loves to play and get in trouble, though, and sometimes can get angry when she isn't allowed to explore. Her anger bouts never last long, though, as her short attention span allows her to move on without much thought. She can seem the perfect type of wolf to be a sell out and a snitch, however, she is excessively loyal. It is easy to see that she'll become a loyal warrior of Perfect Nightmare, and will refuse to ever betray the pack she was birthed in. Rped by TearBubble

S i a r i e n -
mentor- n/a | kin- n/a
by glittering streaks of silver make her seem like nothing more then a mere illusion. Yet she is much more. There is ice within her soul, shown only through her eyes. Almost pure white yet an electric sheering aqua, they are edged with a silver flare. gazing can end fatal, locked into that intimidation trance and you will never be pulled from is daunting depths. And if looks could kill... Her voice is a cascade, that flows and even at times gets fairly cold, sewed with rifts and many different paths. Yet it can be like putting you at knife point, one false move and your done. She is rather kind at times. Wanting nothing more then a mere companion to share her thoughts with. Like a lost spirit among a world in which she believes she will never escape. Abused as a pup for being the late bloomer. Her eyes opened last of the litter, yet it gave time for her sharp vision to develop. You will never escape her eyes, they will pinpoint you and never let you away. A born runner, taking on the world with fast paws. As the wind laces through her silky white fur, and the muscles beneath her leg fur ripples. Her slender and lithe figure allows her to be one of the swiftest wolves you will every encounter. She is quite, secretive, but very astonishing. She can entice males, though she thinks nothing of it, the natural flow of her calm and attractive aura ropes them in. And when I say this I mean it, she is not stupid. Clever and sly she is able to remain hidden and only reveal herself when she desires. She adores snow, when the light reflects its beauty onto the frost bitten world is when she is within her finest realm. She is a fearless fighter, built with intense endurance. Though she may not be the strongest, she knows how to survive and wear her attacker down. Yet her legs are the only part of her that is very powerful, her speed makes up in her lack of strength. As well as her nightmare-like fangs and teeth. Beautiful. Clever. Brave. She is Siarien. Rped by CheshireGrins

I r a -
kin- Temptation (mother), Vantu (father), Belleza & Haze (sisters), Entice (brother)
Ira is a long-legged brute with black fur tinged with browns and a creamy brown underbelly. He has the amber eyes of his father, but the slender body of his mother. This makes him lean and strong, and a good fighter against larger wolves because he can maneuver in a way that they cannot. He lives up to the meaning of his name, Wrath. Ira makes sure that everyone knows who he is, and how powerful he is; and not because he is a pup of the Alphas. He trains constantly, making him prideful in his own abilities. The brute feels he is often misunderstood by his siblings, but he doesn't like to think he needs them to make himself stronger. Ira has a way with words, able to persuade and win arguments faster than they are started. Hard-headed and determined, he believes whatever he says is the right thing, and that everyone else is wrong. Basically, he's conceded. He is the serious type, and doesn't have much of a sense of humor, even when he was a pup. He is always thriving to prove himself to everyone around him. While he neglects his intelligence, is is rather smart. Charm is something that comes natural to the brute when he wants to use it, and he takes it as an advantage. He often puts himself in the middle of things, longing for his voice to be heard, which usually makes wolves even more angry with him then they usually are. Ira causes himself emotional pain by doubting everything he does in his own mind, even if it seems he's confident on the outside. He hates to look weak and tries everything to keep others from seeing his, even though it shows clearly in his golden eyes. He likes the night and the rain, because when he needs to be alone he blends into the darkness; it folds around him like a blanket. No one truly sees what goes on in the sly brute's thoughts or in his heart. Loneliness is something he feels most of the time, and that's why he craves for power and attention. Rped by lostnoblivion4 Lupus Matris :: Pups ::

Deltas :: Omegas ::

Elders :: Deceased/Exiled ::

B.ℓ.α.ᴢ.ι.η.ɢ :: S.ʜ.α.∂.σ.ω.s {Rεcℓαιм && A∂σρт}

~HeartShapedLocket~ — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 18:55:14 CST

( previous beta male ) { adoption reward: - }

mate: n/a kin: n/a legacy: n/a apprentice: n/a

Blood, the essence of life. The crimson that runs throughout our veins and arteries nourishing our body. He is also known as Blood. His scruffy medium length fur of multiple shades of red got him his name. His dark eyes that at the edge of bloody dark red and midnight black purify his name. Blood is also gifted with handsome looks. long thin, but strong, legs support his lean build. A crooked smile is almost always on his face. It's actually quiet attractive. Blood is still a young wolf in the midst of being a warrior and becoming an elder. His heart pains for a another to love and to be loved by. He's had many offers from others but he just didn't feel for them. He is one of the most stubborn wolves you could ever meet. Once his mind is made up it doesn't change. everything is engraved in stone for him. It takes a lot to turn him around. As well as being stubborn he is brave, nothing could ever make him quiver. The brute is also strong, muscles built for battle, ready to strike. When he was young, just a mere pup, his entire life was wiped away. Blood was born in the forest to a pair of loners, he had a brother and a sister, they all looked the same. His mother and father were very proud of their legacy. The wonderful dream did not last long. A small gang of nasty cruel wolves attacked his father killing him. In a blind emotional fury his mother attacked and was killed as well. The wolves then came for the pups. When the brutes arrived at the den they only found two pups, Blood's siblings, the refused to leave like blood said they had to if they wanted to live. Blood hid outside the den and watched the wolves kill his brother and sister. Once the wolves left he stumbled along in the forest until he found his way to Blackened Rose pack. He doesn't give up easily and believes anything is possible. He wants to go to great places and has no doubt in mind that he can. NRP

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C l o c k -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
A female blessed with beauty, her fur a frosty white while a black stripe goes down her back and stops at the tip of her tail, a thin black line also goes down the tip of her ears, to add to that there is a smoky shadow that goes around her two electric blue eyes. Some have never heard of this fiery beauty because she hides in the shadows, learning about others dark secrets and weaknesses. Her name is Clock, it suits her in an odd way that almost seems unspeakable. This female has a fiery passion and will speak her mind even if no one agrees with it. Clock is also a healer and a very good one if that, she learned when she was a pup, loosing her family in a forest fire, she walked for days and began to become weak until she met an elder. This elder was wise, teaching her to calm herself even if she wasn't good at it. The elder taught her the ways of healing, as she grew she became more and more skillful in healing until the elder was killed by a hunter. She hated being alone but spent many moons being so, she soon came to the thought of traveling, as she moved to the new forest she heard of a pack that needed a healer named Burning Shadows. Hearing this she moved to the territory to join and wasn't joining to leaving until she got a yes from the alpha. NRP

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A z a z e l -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- Trystal, Seir (brothers) | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Time slowly passes throughout the world, cold and quiet as if it has no meaning in life. The wolves of a far away kingdom, Faeria, long awaited the birth of their new kings, the ones from the stories that the elders have passed down from generation to generation. Maybe the stories are all far fetched fairy-tales, of course that what some thought of it until the day their queen gave birth to three young brutes: Azazel , Trystal, and the youngest, Seir. They all grew to be elegant and handsome leaders. Envied by the other brutes in the kingdom and fancied by the feas. Trystal never had a emotion that anyone could be described while Seir was quiet and gave off a shy sort of nature and yet Azazel was flamboyant and burned with the power of the rising sunrise. Gifted with fur that was tainted a copper-orange and eyes that glimmered a moon shown silver. He sent the kingdom in silent bedazzlement - along with her two brothers by his side. Azazel, Seir, and Trystal led the kingdom through it's darkest of hours, the death of the king and queen. The three brothers then became the new kings of the kingdom of Faeria and led it with the emotion of strong pride. Or that was until the kingdom was attacked by humans, leaving the three brothers and the rest of the kingdom to find a new place to call as their home. Each of the brothers joined a different pack, each not knowing that their brothers were so near to them. NRP

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K e n z i e -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate: n/a kin: n/a legacy: n/a apprentice: n/a
Living a lie to cover her pain. Joking around to cover how lethal she is. These statements describe the shorter in stature Kenzie. Her dark amber eyes hide the secret to her past, a secret she'll never tell. She hides her past well with her spunky personality and witty remarks. It's very rare when she's quiet for a span of more than two heartbeats, even in her sleep. Her light brown fur, with dark gray and black splotches on her back and around her face and ears, is always clean to perfection. But, the perfect pelt ends on her right side down to her hind leg, where an ugly burn has made its home. If you ask her about this mark, her eyes will darken with pain and memory and she'll refuse to answer. Despite what past may linger in the back of her mind, Kenzie is an extremely happy and animated wolf and doesn't like to sit still. She's always moving and loves making friends. She's also very forgiving. But don't underestimate her size or personality. Kenzie pretends to be a slightly dopey she-wolf, constantly tripping or making mistakes in the face of her enemies. However, when in battle, she is very effective and resourceful. Her small size makes her faster and more agile then her larger opponents. She'll have a wolf twisting and turning in circles before going in and delivering her blow. NRP

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J i n x -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a
Jinx is a four year old male. He seems to small and petite for a guy, but beneath his long fur are thick and strong muscles. Jinx has a long rusty coat that fits with his green eyes so well they make him look . . . handsome. A deep scar made its home on his left shoulder. He isn't the most attractive though.But personality beats it all. He is always open to his pack mates and trusts them well. This male is extremely loyal, and at one point can be found a loving friend. Even with a battered heart and torn soul he is so. Jinx was abandoned as a pup, and raised by a devil cat. He became strong and agile, much like his feline mother. Soon after the birth of another liter he left. And can love be any more sour than it was to him? He fell in love with a gray she-wolf that soon was captured by a gang of felons. Jinx doesn't know what happened to her, or if she is alive, or if she is dead, or if she found someone else. He still aches for the comfort of another at his side, but till death do they part, he still loves the fiery heart of gray. NRP

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A l e n i u m -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }

mate: n/a | kin: n/a | legacy: n/a | apprentice: n/a
Blessed by the darkness and laced through the light, she is a bright spirit wolf among her own race. The aroma that seeps from her has the cool scent of night, it is absorbed into her pelt, you will know it when you see her for the cold smell will send shivers down your wimpy spine. She has a searing, frosty white pelt so fine it is as if it is made completely of only the softest silk. And its all natural, keeping her hidden phenomenally well in the merciless winters. Eyes that reflect everything mysterious, cold, and light... they are a magnificent emerald green, flecked with small bursts here and there and skimmed with a thin layer of lime green. Seemingly, they were carved from the finest crystals into orb like shapes. Her gaze is not one to get caught in, it is almost always cold, giving you an eerie, unsteady feel. Even at times it is not intended, yet it still radiates with its freezing aura. Cascading, recoiled with rifts, twists and twirls her voice is one of her most stupendous features. It is so immensely enticing that hearing it once can make your head shoot up, wanting to find its glorious source. But that's only when the fea in her good mood, when infuriated, raged, or even annoyed, it will send other wolves fleeing to their caves. Tails tucked between their legs praying that the fea will not track them down to kill them with her own teeth and claws. Her body is flat out, perfect. Slender and lithe, with a lean, astounding frame. She is a natural born runner, obviously. Her long powerful legs ripple with sinews, she is the perfect wolf living within the perfect body. But just because she is a fast runner, doesn't change the fact that in battle... she is a beautiful nightmare. Killing with flawless accuracy when it is needed she is not one to be calling a coward. But go ahead and say it to her face, that's your own funeral. She is a rather gentle character, mysterious, and is definitely one of the most secretive and compelling of her pack. But kind and fair to her pack mates, and when I say she is no dummy either you better believe it. Coming up with the most efficient battle styles and plans. Against all odds, she is one of the most loyal and greatest femmes any wolf could ever know. She is Alenium. NRP

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A e o n -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }
mate: n/a kin: n/a legacy: n/a apprentice: n/a
Aeon's past is as dark as his pelt. He is a 4 and a half year old male, still in the prime of his life but a seasoned warrior. At one time he had a family, and a pack. He was the son of the alpha with his whole life ahead of him. Unfortunately, his father's own problems escalated into a war between two neighboring packs that killed many and scattered the rest. Aeon was left badly wounded, broken and alone. He wandered aimlessly for several years, becoming less trustful as time went on. Despite this, Aeon is a strong and capable wolf. His dark fur makes him a skilled hunter, and he is also a good fighter. He prefers to ambush his enemies, rather than confront them openly. He tends to loose in fights of pure strength. He often uses the environment to his advantage, such as hiding behind trees or rocks, although he is rather claustrophobic and terrified of caves. Aeon is a strategist, and thinks though what he does. He has a medium built and is slightly lanky, making him an above-average runner but not very strong. If his fate had been different, he would have been a very handsome wolf. However, Aeon has a rather frightening appearance. His body is heavily scarred, particularly his back. It is covered in dozens of tiny cuts that are mostly covered by his dark grey pelt, but three large wounds show though. Depending on his mood, when asked about his scars or his past you will receive the silent treatment or a scratch to the face. The most extraordinary part of Aeon's appearance, however, is his bright violet eyes. Despite his best efforts to keep his emotions concealed, his eyes always betray his emotions. He has a spot spot for pups, but hates practical jokes and usually prefers silence and solitude to noise. NRP

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R a i k a -

( pup ) { adoption reward: - }
kin: n/a

Raika is probably the most mischievous, happy-go-lucky pup you will ever meet. He is constantly going on "adventures" which get him into trouble. However, Raika enjoys trouble and the attention it gives him. He craves attention and will do anything to get it. He was born to a litter of five pups, and he was the runt, never really getting attention and being constantly bullied by his siblings. One day, Raika woke up and his family was gone without a trace. Confused, heartbroken, and alone, he set off into a random direction looking for a pack to take him in. In the pack, Raika is much happier, but like stated before, he always wants to be the center of attention. He is unwaveringly loyal, but needs a constant eye on him to prevent any trouble caused by this little pup. He is a charmer, however, and loves to be surrounded by his friends and pack mates. He never goes anywhere alone; this comes from being abandoned as a pup. In battle, Raika is very fast and has much skill in speed-swiping and keeping on his feet. His fur is a bright ginger flame color with a white underbelly and brilliant green eyes. He is a lighter build than most male wolves. NRP

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S e a s o u l -
( apprentice ) { adoption reward: - }
kin- unknown | mentor- n/a
A beautiful female apprentice with silver fur that is in waves, the apprentice's eyes are a haunting light blue that are good to use for glaring if she ever did glare at other wolves. She can sometimes be a little full of herself without knowing as well as her fiery attitude. She can be hard to handle but is always sweet and calm when she wants to be. She can be shy at first but after awhile she will most likely warm up to you so that you can she the real her. She is often found daydreaming, mostly about finding her prince charming and she won't give up on finding true love even if she still a pup. Her past isn't much talked about but she will tell you if you asked her. She loved her pack that lived near the ocean even if her father was the alpha and treated her as if she was a pest but it was only because he wanted her to rule his pack but he crossed the line when he told her that she was going to have to be mates with a stupid, full-of-it male apprentice. When she heard this she ran away and never looked back at her old life but still misses her mother and brothers. She also plans on being a great warrior when she grows up. NRP

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D e c e i v e d -
( apprentice ) { adoption reward: - }
kin- n/a | mentor- n/a
When you were younger, the elders would tell you stories of a great, fearless wolf unlike any other. And those pups believed it. They believed, that if you dreamed about becoming the greatest warrior who was ever known, it would definitely happen. This is how Deceived saw the world, and now, his own eyes have shown him the dark, merciless reality that is life. Deceived is a medium sized brute, a hide of different golds and browns covers his sly frame. This brute blends in exceptionally well in long, golden fields, and brightly painted woodland. He is strong yet lean, quick and clever, he is a master of stealth. He prefers to keep to himself, all because of the secrets that dwell in his fragile heart. The abuse that was beaten into him, the screeches and howls of anger and agony, the blood that stained his fur. All these things have made Deceived who he is, the shy, kind wolf he has become. It all started in pup-hood, he was the smallest of the litter, and nearly starved. On a long trek through the mountains with his family, mother, father, and two siblings,his strength did not hold out as he weakened. Soon enough, Deceived was near to death, lying exhausted and starving the the bitter snow. Without noticing, his family moved on, all except for his only brother, Disiniuss. Deceived cried to his family, yet his pleas were snatched away by the icy wind. He remembers watching his brother glance back, a look of utter amusement drawn onto his cruel face as he padded away. Leaving Deceived to die alone. But death never came, Deceived waited days and days for his freezing coffin to take him away into the heavens. Just because he was little they all picked on him, and he told them one day he would be a better fighter then them all... This was the day that he realized, he was close to worthless. Yet something, extraordinary also happened that day too. A femme, hiking through the mountains to reach better hunting grounds, stumbled upon the tiny golden burden that was Deceived. Joy returned to her as she carried him from the snow covered prison into the world of warmth and life. For her pups had died in the storm, she was especially determined to save Deceived, and she did. Raised by the gentle, playful, nameless female, Deceived once again grew tall and strong, he lived with the unnamed she-wolf till a horrid illness came over her. She died, but Deceived's love for her would never end and sorrow took control of his heart. All the time she had nurtured him, Deceived had called her mother, yet the day she died he gave her a name. Queen. Moving forward with his life, the brute decided to live up to Queen's expectations for him. And searching for faith, this young, hopeful male has a long journey ahead. One that is lit with destiny. NRP

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O d e s s y -
( apprentice ) { adoption reward: - }
kin- n/a | mentor- n/a
A sleek, light gray wolf with a soft white underbelly and light brown blending in is glorious pelt. His eyes are an electric blue, layered with green and flecked with a wonderful gold. He is sly like a fox, and has cunning swiftness. He is gentle and kind, very headstrong and not afraid to state his opinion unless he thinks it is important to keep his mouth shut. Respecting those older then him greatly but insulting him is not a wise decision...He will attack you verbally or physically and either way it will be painful. Deep inside this mysterious wolf is a breathing demon, ready to take vengeance and revenge on anyone or anything if it believes it is right. His frame is well supported and lean, giving him a dashing look. He has rather long legs, making wide stretches of land easy to bound across or leaping over fallen trees seem glorious and free. He has not many friends, and usually thinks around the problem and remains quite. He one day wishes to have a mate and pups... but will that come easily to such a quite wolf? NRP

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L o s t -

( pup ) { adoption reward: - }
kin: n/a

Perfect white Lillie's formed while a small pup was born, birds chirping merrily in their joyful tone everything might of seemed perfect but be warned: Looks are deceiving. The alpha and alphess of a small pack where granted with three small ivory pups, only to have two taken away from them after birth. The alphess was determined to keep her only pup alive and healthy. Her wishes where granted, the young pup was alive and healthy for say, until she opened her eyes. Milky, pale blue eyes looked around wildly, scared that all she saw was darkness. The alpha was outraged for their only pup was blind, he killed it... Or so her thought. The alphess loved the small pup with all her might, seeing it die would only bring more heartache. Naming the petite little wolf Lost she sent Lost to go find a family, one who didn't care if she could see or not. Was this worst then dieing? Sending a blind pup to find home in the dangerous forest? Lost found her way onto pack territory, luckily the small pup hadn't gotten attacked yet but was suffering from not eating in a while. NRP

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H e r o -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }

mate- n/a | kin- n/a | legacy- n/a | apprentice- n/a

Born in the fierce hierarchy of being the Alpha's children, Hero grew up trusting no one, but himself. Siblings are supposed to love one another, aren't they? Not when they all have to compete to gain the throne. In his home, there was no such thing as love. Being the runt of his litter, he quickly learned how to defend himself by any means necessary. He became increasingly good at fighting, actually, and was able to fight off all three of his siblings. But Hero had no desire to become an Alpha. He saw what kind of life his parents had created and decided against it. He left as an exile, never allowed to return. Hero trudged across the lands by himself. One day, Hero came upon a small pup. The pup was young, barely, just having opened its eyes. No one was around, but Hero could smell the scent of a mother. The scent was a day or two old, so Hero went to investigate. He came upon the female's dead body, killed by another. Rage boiled inside of him. He caught another scent, and set off, after the criminal. He finally found the offending wolf, a brute male. It took a while, but Hero managed to kill him, in revenge for the pup. He went back and retrieved the pup, taking it somewhere where it would be looked after. He is quiet and reserved, speaking only when he feels it is fit to do so. Hero does not goof off or play around like pups. He has no sense of humor either. His pelt it gray/white on the back, with black covering his face, ears and all four legs. His eyes are a piercing glass blue, like the colour of a pristine lake. NRP

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R e m e m b r a n c e -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }

mate- n/a | kin- Mesmerize| apprentice- n/a

Remembrance looks like he was made from light itself, pure white fur and light blue eyes that challenge the sky around him. He has a well built figure unlike his sister, Mesmerize. He isn't graceful and if you think about it there is nothing graceful about Remembrance but what he lacks in grace he makes up with his charming good looks. He can be sarcastic at times and is sharp tongued but other than that he can be very sweet. He also is know for getting mad easily and has mood swings often. His pack and family died in a fire, unknown who or what started it but it haunts him still and has nightmares about it. He doesn't fall in love quickly and is hard to get but this is only because he thinks of his pack before himself not wanting what happened to his old pack happen again. He can be very cool headed and will often state his opinions even if his pack-mates don't agree with them. NRP

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M e s m e r i z e -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }

mate- n/a | kin- Remembrance| apprentice- n/a

Mesmerize is well named, she will often leave you in a daze. She is strong headed and is passionate, she sadly falls in love easily like her only brother, Remembrance. Her scent is always seems like red rose that have just been in the rain. Mesmerize's fur is a dust gray while her eyes are a perfect shade of dark blue. She was a graceful nature to her and will often turn heads. She also can get depressed easily and has to take herbs to make sure she doesn't get too depressed. If she doesn't tell other wolves, mostly Remembrance, she will most likely die of depression. Her parents and pack died of a fire, she doesn't know what caused it but guesses natural causes after this her brother and her started off as loners and soon heard of a pack called Blazing Shadows. She missed having the family-knitted pack and went of to find it with her brother by her side.NRP

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F i e r e n n a -
( warrior ) { adoption reward: - }

mate- n / a | kin- none | legacy- none | apprentice- none

Her coat is a deep, ebony black, dusted lightly with a red and pink hue. She is not the strongest femme you will ever meet, but Fierenna doesn't rely on fighting to get by. This golden eyed fea is the peaceful type, much rather talking than fighting. She is not necessarily a pacifist, just simply content with being at peace. Fierenna grew up on her own, after she left her parents. She spent most of her days learning about the different herbs and plants of the forest. Her mother always said that the forest finds ways to help you, you just have to pay attention and ask for the help. This inspired Fierenna to become a healer. She wanted to help wolves, when they might be too proud to ask for help. She became very familiar with herbs and healing plants. This black fae would never turn down an injured wolf, no mater who it was. She simply does not see the point in letting someone die. Life is sacred in her eyes and shouldn't be wasted. She is a kind wolf, acting like a mother to all and a shoulder to lean on. NRP

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B.l.a.z.i.n.g . S.h.a.d.o.w.s . M.e.m.b.e.r.s

~HeartShapedLocket~ — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 18:53:05 CST

B l a z i n g . S h a d o w s ::

:: Q u i c k . L i n k s ::

j o i n i n g | n e w s | t e r r i t o r y | h i s t o r y | r e c l a i m && a d o p t

{ a . f i r e . i n s i d e }

The fiery and bold, with wild spirits of fire.
These wolves believe they can take down anything in their paths but their temper can turn hot when they are challenged. They are loyal and compassionate, and will never back down from a challenge. Their eyes are ablaze with pride.

To . join . message . an . Administrator
member count. 10
[ males . 4| females . 6 ]

Enemies: none Allies: none Wars: none	The alpha male and alpha female are completely in charge of this page with the exception of beta's. They have to add new members, assign apprentices to mentors, hold ceremonies, assign patrol duties, and maintain the page as best as they can, such as adding important threads, and adding information about the pack.
Do not edit Blazing Shadows pack if you do not realize the correct format! Only Moderators and Administrators may edit this pack page.	To join Blazing Shadows pack post a thread on the joining page or message a moderator or up. joining must include: -description -desired rank -role play sample

| Plots && Events |

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:: Ceremonies ::

h u n t

p a t r o l

t r a i n


A l p h a . M a l e ::	A l p h a . F e m a l e ::
T i m e l e s s - mate- n/a \| kin- none \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a An alabaster male, with a spirit as pure as his pelt. He has ivory colored eyes, that look a bit creepy upon first glance. Timeless may seem a bit overconfident- cocky, as some say- when he is first approached, but you'll soon find that he is everything but. He really has a heart made of gold, and just tries to impress others. It really bugs him when someone doesn't like him, so he'll try anything to win them over. He isn't trying to be amazing, just likeable. Timeless never had his own father's approval and love, so he's trying to make up for it. He needs good friends, ones that won't hurt him or betray him. He only wants a chance to be liked. Timeless's life wasn't at all perfect. He had a dysfunctional family and grew up as the youngest in his litter. Always treated as the "weakling", Timeless never called attention to himself. He didn't let the cruelty of his siblings change his view of the world, however. Timeless knows there is good in the world. He is strong, determined and very rational. Rped by ~HeartShapedLocket~
B e t a . M a l e ::	B e t a . F e m a l e ::

H e a l e r ::	H e a l e r ' s . A p p r e n t i c e ::

L e a d . W a r r i o r ::

W a r r i o r s ::	A p p r e n t i c e s ::
H i p p o l y t a - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Lean muscles ripple under this she-wolf's beautiful bronze coat. Her golden eyes are regal and proud, looking over all the world with the authority of a queen. But this is no sweet little princess. Hippolyta isn’t afraid to stand up for herself, and can hold her own quite well in a fight. Hippolyta knows what it is like to be loved and then abandoned, as her past mate did to her. She swore she would never do that to a wolf and is fiercely loyal. She wouldn’t betray her friends for anything and will protect those she loves to the death. With her strong, muscle-packed legs, Hippolyta excels at any physical activity, from running to jumping to swimming. She is no dummy, either. Hippolyta is quite clever at thinking up solutions to problems and putting her plans into action. Her wits are sharp and she can think of a retort to any insult. She loves debating and almost always wins. Unfortunately, Hippolyta doesn’t have the best temperament, or else you might think she’s perfect. She gets angered easily and can be very stubborn. To her friends, she is sweet and kind, but if you get on her bad side – watch out! She isn’t afraid to let a wolf know when she doesn’t like them. She can’t tolerate those who cheat or take the easy way out, and her whole life is mostly based on honor; the honor of protecting your pack, your values, your heart. Hippolyta. Rped by StellaLani M a s q u e r a d e - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Masquerade is an average sized wolf of five years with powerful broad shoulders. His pelt is a of a beautiful ivory composure with strange black markings around his eyes that gives him the name Masquerade. His fur is of a medium length yet his tail is quite long and bushy, he has bright yellow eyes and a ridged scar that bridges across his nose. Masque's legs are slightly shorter than they should be which gives him a slightly slower gait than other wolves, however his large paws help make up for that in battle. Masquerade is fiercely loyal too his pack and would fight to defend the other members, yet when not in conflict he often has difficulty socializing with other wolves and tends to keep to himself. He is neither smart nor dumb, hovering somewhere around the middle and tending to stick to the things he knows in life, mainly how to fight and take care of himself. He was the sole survivor in his litter, with a father he never new and a mother who died not long after he was weaned, Masque learned how to care for himself, rejecting the care from others in the pack. Unlike many pups Masquerade was eager to learn and pay attention without messing around when it came to his apprenticeship, he never put a paw out of line and was often considered a 'bore' by his fellow Apprentices. After months of hard work, training and extensive running to attempt and increase his slow speeds, he was made a warrior and has since tried to prove himself as a worth to his pack and show he is worthy of doing anything. Rped by StellaLani A u r o r a - mate: n/a kin: n/a legacy: n/a apprentice: n/a Was she beautiful? Yes. Gorgeous? No doubt about it. But young one-year old Aurora leaves all of those words and other such ridiculous things behind. She sports the looks of one who has smartly surpassed the walls of beauty; she has angular features; a slanted, crescent-drawn brow; thin, narrow shoulders. She is all but a head shorter than the average female wolf, known to have slender, small paws and a soft, downy coat the color of wintry cream. Her eyes, of course, are concealed from view by a white strip of tattered cloth, tied up mercilessly at the back of her skull, so her eye tinting is anonymous. However, the right foreleg has been crushed at the fragile elbow, laving the female unable to run until it mends upon its own accords. Her voice is similar to that of a Transylvanian's; calm, deep, and slow - when she speaks, the speech sounds as if it is slightly "sung". Rped by .Aurora A l l a s i s - mate- n/a \| kin- n/a \| legacy \| appretnice- n/a From the birth of an angel but the death of a demon. She has lived to see both of them rise and fall. Her name is Allasis. This femme's canvas is sleek, her underside, from chest to the tip of her tassle is a pure, soft ivory. The color of freshly fallen snow. While her main hide colour is a light, hazelnut tinted with ginger, faded to a creamy color on the insides of her auditorials. Her tassle is ringed around with bolded, ebony bands. This feature makes her extremely easy to identify. Some say it is an omwn they distinguises her beauty to the domain, other envy the flawlessness that it brings to her. Her emerald oculars are enchanting, flecked with an eccentric lime colour lining around the outside of her pupil. A ravishing elegance is wreathed around this sly fea's lean body, making even just being within her presence a compelling moment. She appear's extremely enticing. When you first meet Allasis, she does not come off as cruel, though not exactly friendly. She starts as a somewhat neutral. Yet her voice is cold, and she refers out of habit to others as darlings. Just because she may come off mysterious, that doesnt change that fact tat she is flatout compelling. Trust is a hard thing to come by with this ravishing femme, she is not one to easily jump to conclusions, making her clever. Though if you do manage to obtain connection with her, it is somthing you better choose to cherish. She rarely lets others within her demise unless she finds very good feelings about them, weather she loves them as a friend, or possibly more? As a young pup, Allasis was an amazing hunter. Her stealthful aura always allowed her to be praised for catching so great amounts of prey for the pack. Though she will never approach a moose. It is a strange fear, yet in her puphood her mother was killed by one, driving her fear into even newer levels. This sent her father insane, and an omega from a kind pack found her and her siblings huddled fearfully beneath a holly thicket. He took them to his caring pack, away from their father who was mentally killing himself. When they were old enough, Allasis snuck away to start her own life. She knew what she wanted to find. Yet that is a whole other story. One that I'm afraid, you will just have to find out on your own. Rped by .:Obscurity:. S y n f i r e - mate/crush- Orochai \| kin- n/a \| apprentice- n/a Synfire is a beautiful young she-wolf with mixed fur of black, brown, and white. Her eyes are a dazzling, deep amber. Synfire has a fiery attitude that matches her name, and one that leads her into more trouble than she prefers to handle, though it also helps her get out of the trouble she seems to cause. Synfire has a heart that has room for much love, because love is something she herself has never felt. Not love from family, nor love from a male. She feels pity for any wolf who has felt misfortune in their life, because she knows to well the feeling of misfortune. Synfire is very stubborn, and fights for what she believes in, whether it is the right answer or not. She believes that if you set your mind to something, then you can do anything you dream you can. She is a very good fighter, though it is a mystery where she first learned to fight, it is as though it runs through her veins. When Synfire was born, her parents abandoned her because she was the runt of the litter. While the rest of her siblings were large and muscular, and strong, she was small, skinny, and lithe. Though Synfire fought through her fear and abandonment issues, which she still has, and found the Blazing Shadows. Pack. Rped by LostNOblivion O r o c h a i - mate/crush- Synfire \| kin- n/a \| mentor- n/a A young -apprentice age-, lean male grey wolf. His legs are relatively long in length, making his strides strong and powerful. His pelt is the colour of the desert sand, with black and white splashed in various spots. His eyes are a powerful deep green. Its the kind of colour that sucks you in and holds your attention. Orochai was born and raised like any normal wolf. He grew up in a pack, knew his place. He always respected and valued the Alphas. As he grew, he became more independent. Orochai would watch the adults, learning valuable skills he would need to survive. He grew away from his parents and siblings, never being one to form close attachments to anyone one person. It was his dream to set off and find his own pack, all by himself. It was a goal he needed to prove to himself. Once he reached the end of apprenticeship, he left his pack. It was harder for him to survive on his own, but he pushed on. Orochai is strong willed and strong at heart. He knows that his freedom is worth fighting for. He once watched a wolf being carted away by humans and vowed from then on never give up and always fight back. Nothing deters this males will to live. Even in times of great distress, Orochai keeps his head up and his shoulders squared. He is still young and has a lot to learn, but nothing that he doesn't want to learn. Rped by ~HeartShapedLocket~	R e y a - kin- n/a \| mentor- n/a Reya is an ivory colored fea composed in a thin, lean frame. She has bright, crystallized azure orics, framed by lines of obsidian that emphasize her beautiful features. Her movements are always counted, and in perfect rhythmic motion with each stride she forms. It is as if she is dancing, always finding music in silence. She is extremely stubborn and strong willed, and seemingly has always found her own way of doing things. Reya believes in whatever she does, even with something seemingly impossibly she never gives up. She was separated from her family in a storm as a pup and wandered her way into another pack. There she grew into a head strong teenager and soon set off to find a pack to call her home. She is truly unique, never will you meet another wolf such as her in your whole lifetime. Rped by StellaLani A l e r o n - mentor- n/a \| kin- n/a A larger sized brute composed of a pelt with a large array in mixes of ginger and brown. Aleron doesn't really know the true color of his hide, though he pictures himself the way he really is. His optics are the sheerest, eccentric shade of bright azure blue. They have a fairly placid manner and hide dark secrets behind their glowing depths. He has long legs, these gift him with the swift, cunning style that he equips so easily. Though, he also is a clever one, able to outsmart nearly all of his enemies in battle, and within his pack. Aleron is very quiet, hearing him talk is like hearing a voice from a different world, for it is very unique and rifts. Usually, he will remain hidden in his veil of obsidian darkness, wreathed in its chilling cold as his solitary thoughts engulf him. His past is scarred with deep betrayal. By his own parents. When he was just a pup, his azure optics opening to the world, he was abandoned, abandoned before he even obtained his name. Left alone in the cold ruthless world. Left to die. For death to take his life away forever. Yet some miracle prevented that. For a single night, he found shelter beneath a large oak tree. The next morning, he was found, by a gentle male wolf. Aleron was very talkative in his pup-hood. He was raised, by the old, wise wolf with a graying muzzle. The wise brute taught him all he knew, even how to speak a strange language, Latin. Aleron is fairly fluent within his speaking too, and he had grown fond of the male. Till one day, death the the wise wolf, like it does everyone. He died a peaceful death, Aleron, what the wolf had named him, laying at his side. Though the pups had grown enough, and had become very clever. Now, he was ready to take on the world. Keeping his voice to himself, he searches lands far and wide for a rightful home. His name means 'eagle' which is the spirit he represents, as he is bold and a guide for anyone who needs him. Rped by StellaLani O c c u l t a - mate: n/a \| kin- n/a \| mentor- n/a \| Paws pad lightly over snow-covered ground, hardly leaving a paw-print behind. Her figure is hardly noticeable in the winter, like a tender snowflake, completely unique and different, and as white as the newly fallen. Her eyes are a light shade of silver, and her nose a hard ebony color. Her paws are small and quick, with long claws and soft pads. Occulta looks fragile and capable of being broken, but she was broken a long time ago. Pup-hood. Her name means 'hidden', like her heart. She has a sweet voice like honey, and when she speaks to you it will break your heart to hear the sadness behind it. She's like a cooling breeze in the summer when you look at her, and an angel that steals away your breath when she confines in you. Secrets are her greatest treasure. While she doesn't speak often, when words form they always have a deeper meaning than what is on the surface. She portrays herself beautifully to others with her words. The kind of wolf she is deep down is a slight mystery... What thoughts enter her mind, how she deals with a crisis... Her loyalty to her loved ones is greater than anything one could possibly dream, but her trust and friendship isn't given out easily, she once wore her heart on her sleeve. When Occulta was younger, she lived with her family in the forest. Her parents had been secret lovers of two packs, and left when her mother learned she was pregnant. When Occulta was born, she was one of four. All femmes. While her father was proud, her mother was angered at not having a male to heir their own new pack. She ignored Occulta and her sisters, ultimately turning the whole pack on the young she-wolves. One day a fire swept through the forest, burning their camp and their forest home. Occulta's mother was leading the pack out of camp, attempting to save their lives. As Occulta and her sisters were running from camp, the last to leave, a burning tree fell across their path. Two of her sisters were crushed under the fiery torch, and Occulta and her sister, Merri, were trapped. They tried to find a way out, but nothing worked. In the midst their father leaped through the fire, and grabbed Occulta, and took her to the other side. She hid silently as he went back into the flames. She waited. Waited as it rained and the fire ceased to exist, but Merri and her father never came out. So, alone, she traveled to find a place to cal home, a place to fill the void in her heart. Rped by LostNOblivion
L u p u s . M a t r i s ::	P u p s ::

D e l t a s ::	O m e g a s ::

E l d e r s ::	D e c e a s e d / E x i l e d ::
	(not counted in pack population) B r i s t o l - died of -- \| mate- n/a \| kin- unknown \| apprentice- n/a Calm and charismatic, this sweet wolf is accompanied by a thick, white pelt and golden eyes. Rather average when it comes to appearance, there is nothing simple about her personality. As diverse and wild as the ever changing wolf, this sweet female seems to always keep a positive outlook in life, despite the fact her pup hood was anything but easy. She dislikes killing without reason, but when her friends are threatened, she won't think twice to do what it takes to help others. She won't hesitate sacrificing herself to save another, and always enjoys the romanticized thoughts of being a noble hero. Bristol is a fervent day dreamer, and will sometimes lose herself to the calls of the winds when she is meant to be patrolling or hunting. She absolutely loves stories, and remembers many of them her mother told her before she slept as a pup, and will often compare events to the stories she knows. She hates to be the center of attention, and to new comers, can seem rather shy. However, she is extremely sweet to any wolf that wishes to meet her, and is unshakably loyal to the leader that looks out for her pack mates. She doesn't speak much about her past, but always has some sort of encouragement to give to her pack mates. Despite her loyalty, she found herself in love with Aiden, a loner with no desire to join the pack. She soon ended up pregnant, and not wanting to subject her pups to the hostility the pack members would show towards the pups, she allowed them to grow up with Aiden. Now she visits them regularly, not to the knowledge of the pack, and watches as they grow up. However, somewhere, she knows that the secret won't be kept forever, she just hopes it'll last until her pups can take care of themselves. Rped by TearBubble

T.a.k.e.n . N.a.m.e.s

StellaLani — Wed, 21 Dec 2011 16:19:20 CST

This is the list of names that have already been taken.
To have your wolf accepted, the name can't be on this list. It's first come, first serve, so look at this list BEFORE you make an application, please.

Names that are reserved but are not yet in use are followed by the owners username in italics. A reserved name is as much off limits as a name that is already use name.
A reserved name will only be reserved for a month without description. Names that belong to wolves that are up for adoption or on the reclaim page will be underlined. Names of wolves who have deceased will be in bold.

Adding an "s" or an "ed" to the end of a name that is already on the list does not qualify as an unused name!
Also, please do not put a wolf with an alike sounding name as another wolf in the same pack, along with
using alike or the same adjectives in a name.

-- our list is alphabetical, please help us keep it neat --

a;
Ace
Aditya
Aeon
AfterDark (StellaLani)
Aislin (StellaLani)
Alenium
Aleron
Alex (StellaLani)
Alkada (StellaLani)
Akola (Splashes.Kwik.Sand 12-21-11)
Allasis
Allure
Amicko
Arcane
Ashes
Aspin
Aurora
Awaken
Azalea
Azazel

b;
Bane
Battlecry
Belleza
BlackMagic
BlackSwan (StellaLani)
Blaidd
Blood
BloodSpell
Blueno
Borean
Break
Bristol
Broken
Bryce
Bubbles (StellaLani)

c;
Calla
Cica
Cindella
Clock
Conan
Confessions
Connor
Creature
CrimsonSorrow
Crumble
Cujo

d;
Dahlia
Darien
DarkDesign (StellaLani)
Death
Deceived
Demon
Dominic
Dreamer (StellaLani)
Duska
Drakkon (StellaLani)
Dynamite

e:
Ecstasy

Ember

Entice
Eon
Eleda
Eros

Essence
Equinox

f;

Fade
Fantasy
Fatal
Fatum
Fierenna
Finny
Fleur
Fray
Frost

g;
Ghost

h;
Hades
Halo
Harmony
Haze
Hearts (StellaLani)
Hera
Hero
Hita
Hyppolyta

i;
Illusion
Incubus

Ink
Innocence
Invasion
Ira

j;
Jade
Jet
Jeezer
Jinx
Joi

k;
Kaefier
Kane
Kenzie
Kryptonite

l;
Leiden
Legitimacy
Lester
Life
Liliane
Lost
Love
Lucifer
Luce
Lullaby
Luna

m;
Magic (StellaLani)
Masquerade
Matrix
Mesmerize
Mirror
Morgan (StellaLani)
Mosiac
Mustang

n;
Nadir
Naito
Nemaari
Niklous

o;
Obsession
Occulta
Odessy
Onyx
Orochai
Othella
Oxygen (CheshireGrins 12-16-11)

p;
Paradox (StellaLani)
Persephone
Phantom
Philip

q;
-

r;
Ravel
Raven
Reaction (StellaLani)
Remembrance
Remorse (StellaLani)
Revenge (CheshireGrins 12-16-11)
Reya
Raika
Rile
Rinna
Riot (CheshireGrins 12-16-11)
Rivka (StellaLani)
Rozene
Rue
Rumor (CheshireGrins 12-16-11)

s;
SeaSoul
Serenity
Sevial
ShadowDancer (StellaLani)
Shattered
Siarien
Sin
Silence
SnowDrop (StellaLani)
Solitair
Spade
Spirit
Spiro
Splinter
Split
Soul
StarryEyed (StellaLani)
Suicide

Synfire

t;
TaintedWhite (StellaLani)
Tempest
Temptation
Theory
Timeless
Trae
Trace
Trellen
Trystal

Tsundere
Tundra

u;
-

v;
Valentine
Valora
Vantu
Vero
Victim
Villain

w;
Whisper
Wicked
Wrath

x;
Xion

y;
-

z;
Zephyr
Zwina

B.l.a.c.k.e.n.e.d . R.o.s.e { p a c k }

Splashes.Kwik.Sand — Mon, 19 Dec 2011 23:52:03 CST

:: B l a c k e n e d . R o s e . P a c k ::

Until death do you part; a quote these wolves live by.
They remain loyal to each other no matter what happens. Harsh, beautiful, destructive but also creative. They are wolves that fight until the end, and will go to war for what ever the reason may be if their alpha commands it.

A l p h a s ::

B e t a s ::

H e a l e r ::

Alpha male- Niklous
Alpha female-

Beta male-
Beta female-

Healer-
Healer's Apprentice-