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 Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2010 6:22 pm
Name: Scorn Age: 5 (Human Years) Personality: Cruel, Sick,Twisted, Known For Being Quick Tempered and Sadistic Description: Black, Almost Skeletal In Frame, Brown/Beige Points Rank: Alpha Female Pack: The Hell Pack History: Scorn was born to a beast of a male and his female Amaroq and Kali. Her father was hell bent on winning a land for himself after having it take from him. Born the only female of the litter she was though as useless. She was often torments by her father. Scorn only saw this as a reason to become stronger, and more capable then her brothers. Very quickly she became her mothers favorite as well as the dominant pup amongst the litter. To her father though she was expendable. When war finally came around it was Scorn who survived, even her father was killed and while at the throat of her father and brothers killers she was hauled away by her mother. Her mother knew should she loose her daughters chance at having a pack of her own and continuing the cruel legacy of her father and mother would be lost. Thus mother dearest found her daughter a nice little home before her death. Of course Scorn was not always pleased with it but after taking more land from a small pack she had come to love Frozen Tundra until the humans descended upon it and reduced it to nothing. She eventually moved on and came to lead the Hell pack.  Name: Argent Age: 7 (Human Years) Personality: Wise, Calm, Strong, A Great Leader, Paitant, Can Get Defensive Over People Injuring His Pack: Description: Grey, Scar over left eye, blind in that eye, large in size but not massive Rank: Alpha Male Pack: The Heaven Pack History: Argent his a strong leader, serious but not cruel. He has faith in his pack that they will manage to defeat the North and they will survive. Half of him wishes he could allow the south to join them but he has the beleif Scorn would attempt to take over and run their food and water levels to the ground. He can be a kind gentel creature to the pups while powerful force to be reckoned with to enemies. To his pack he loyal wanting nothing more then to keep them alive and well. Bio/History: Argent was born to pack in Russia. He survived well there until he was taken into captivty and brought across the ocean. He managed an escape when brought to small rural town somwhere to live in a zoo. He wandered after that for some time before he found The Desert and a pack haveing just recently lost their alpha male and female leaving the pups behind. He offered to help them, managed to bring them food, water and took care of them. The pack grew and grew until the humans came and began to kill off member and build on the lands he desperatly fought to keep. They often hunted members of the pack and killed them so evenually he began moving the pack until their land became hardly anything at all. Eventually the entire pack but Argent was killed and he moved on until he came to lead the Heaven Pack.  (will be posting soon i have a few roleplays to post to so intros for scorn and argent are on the list)
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 5:25 pm
sorano_yasha_wind Name: Lupa Age: 2 months (fully weaned and old enough to leave the den and learn to hunt with the pack) Personality: a pup that is kinda trouble makeing, nosey, cant really sit still, most likely to mess up a hunt, has to be scolded some, a regular pup. Description: coat turning from the camofladge brown to a black, with white on chest, stomach, tips of ears, and a splash on muzzle. Rank: pup learning to hunt. Pack: (well im not sure right now, once i choose a pack do i stay there or do i have a choice of leaving when old enough?) History: well, not knowing much but parents and puppy-sitters and den life. (i dont know who to put for parents at this time) You do have the rights to leave a pack, but you should probably check in with your Alpha (if there is one) before you leave
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 6:04 pm
x H u n n e h x sorano_yasha_wind Name: Lupa Age: 2 months (fully weaned and old enough to leave the den and learn to hunt with the pack) Personality: a pup that is kinda trouble makeing, nosey, cant really sit still, most likely to mess up a hunt, feels like she dosnt belong, has to be scolded some, a regular pup. Description: coat turning from the camofladge brown to a black, with white on chest, stomach, tips of ears, and a splash on muzzle. Rank: pup learning to hunt. Pack: heaven History: well, not knowing much but parents and puppy-sitters and den life. (i dont know who to put for parents at this time) You do have the rights to leave a pack, but you should probably check in with your Alpha (if there is one) before you leave
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 6:15 pm
Name: Kita
Age: 2 (human years)
Personality: Usually a calm and caring wolf that looks out for others. She isn't one to start problems but will fight back if necessary.
Description: She has a white under belly and a gray, black and orange coloring along her back.
Rank: Defender
Pack: Heaven
History: Kita was a rogue for as she can remember but has joined a pack in hopes for changing her future and making up for past mistakes. Her knowledge of places she's been is remarkable and her sense of smell and hearing are very keen. She has longed for a place to belong and has found it will do anything to keep it that way.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 12:08 pm
.tell me what you think...
Woken from her reverie, the cruel jezebel of ebon hue dare pry open cruel, glowing amber orbs. Dare the world as it made another turn wake her from her sleep with it's blinding light as the run rose above the horizon? Unfortunately for those within it yes. A breath slipped past black and beige labios in the form of an annoyed sigh as the demoness shoved her memories and dreams that she had been hauled from back into the dark canyons of a mind, back into her subconscious, the place where she kept such bloody and crude thoughts she dare not let a soul know about. The almost skeletal banshee rose from the cold floor of the cave her pack and herself called a den. This little hovel that was so well hidden against the snow covered ground outside. Predatory and feral strides brought the obsidian form towards the mouth of the cave, amber eyes, cold and cruel gazing out over the barren snow covered land. Oh those sinister pools scanned over the land in a long sweep that could make even the earth shudder in fear. Black tail lashing smoothly from side to side as that cruel creature watched the land below her. Another breath, this one smooth and even as it clouded about her face from the difference temperature between her breath and outside air she continued movement. Long lean muscles stretched out beneath thick black fur, limbs carrying forward with a smooth and cruel sashay. Each step silent and sinful, graceful and yet deadly. But surely she had to have a flaw. Oh yes she did, but it wasn't an obvious thing. No one had managed to bring out her twisted habits. No one new that slowly her fathers treatment of her had driven her to insanity. An insanity you had to draw out. But should you, you would find a twisted witch beneath the usually cold, cruel and dominant demeanor. Skull and tail raised she silently padded across the snow, the wind howling and whipping through her pelt of onyx. Ears turned forwards as this small creature continued forwards, moving across three miles in no time. No one would even see her, somehow she could manage to melt into her surroundings as if she was never there. She raised her nose to the wind, scenting something before plunging her face into the snow and pulling up a rabbit that had been trying to hide within the ground. It gave a horrid screaming cry and she sunk fangs deeper, slicing the jugular, the snow stained in crimson as she lay it down, setting a paw atop her meal as she lay down in the cold snow. A howl was released, something haunting and cold from her muzzle testing who just might come to her in her cold lands. She tore open the rabbits flesh steam rising from the carcass as the wicked banshee of ebon began to devour her meal. Nothing was left now but to wait. If there were others in the area with the gall to near another wolf then they would come. So for now she simply enjoyed fresh meal.
...tell me what you know.
in every life
scorn
it has been said
female
there comes a time
four turns
to join the dead
pitch black
admit there is no second chance
amber eyes, beige and gray points
and join death in a final dance
out of kali by amaroq
across the floor eternaly
none so loved
until the final moments bled
none created
and in the dark to take his hand
hell pack
accept that it is time to wed
matriarch of hell pack
...did you really think that their could be an ever after.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 12:53 pm
everybodies got their problems
everybody says the same thing to you
Wise amber eyes slowly open as a large yawn racks the jowls of the ashen hued brute. From within the confined of the den the male had been hauled from a dream of many years back. It was a bittersweet memory that had played through his mind of perhaps inadiquicy for every moment he had failed to defeat his brother. He sighed as his mind recalled the images that had filled his head only moments before. He made a quick sweep of the den with his good right eye. Yes only one eye worked for down the left side over his face was a jagged scar running over his eye and causing what was once just clouded vision and now blindness. Slowly he raised to his feet now padding silently from the den, large paws moving him silently across the rocky ground and out into the frozen lands. It was winter time and even for the Heaven pack it was like a frozen wasteland out side. Argent didn't mind the cold so much however, the old wolf was used to the cold due to his homeland being much like this most of the year round. Calm eyes glanced out over the lands thinking silently to himself about what was to become of their lands now that others packs were moving in. Yes he was sure he could settle differences and protect his packs lands but he still couldn't help but be slightly concerned that there were now three other packs in the area. It would cut back on their food and water supply. He sighed and padded away from the den quietly comeing to a hill. There he chose to sit looking out over the entire valley from his vantage point. He did best thinking here and thus he allowed his mind to wander. The silver patriarch of the heaven pack was still, his thick tail didn't even move as he gazed out over the lands. In the distance he heard the howl of someone he knew all to well. Scorn. He had a history with her and knew she would seek to rule over this valley. This was his greatest concern. He sighed softly and glanced down towards the Peace Packs lands and then towards the Blood Packs and lastly his gaze turns towards that of Hell packs. A smooth motion as he glanced out over each land and back to the begining once more. He glanced back over at the den and hauled his frame to it's feet once more. He knew the pack would need to hunt today so he might was well wake them. He moved to the den and gave a low bark and spoke in his usual thick, deep Russian accent. Rise my comrades, it is time to meet the day.
it's just a matter how you solve them
knowing how to change the thing you've been through
i've feel i've come to realiuze
argent
how fast life can be comprimised
male
step back to see what's going on
four turns
i can't beleive this happened to you
grey
this happened to you
gold eyes, scar over left eye, white points
it's just a problem that we're face with
out of sasha by kyros
am i not the only one who hates to stand by
none so loved
complications ended first in this line
none created
with all these pictures running through my mind
alpha of the heaven pack
...everybodies got their problems
everybody say the same thing to you
it's just a matter how you solve them
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 12:59 pm
Kita yawned as the cave came alive with the rays of the sun and the calls of the leader. She stretched out and yawned once again, walking from the cave to greet the light of a new day made her smile as the fresh air filled her snout.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 1:24 pm
Name:: stormie
Age:: 5 ((human years))
Personality:: She is kind,loving, shy, and mostly hardheaded
Description:: She is a pitch black wolf, like a shadow, with blue eyes and one white paw. She has alittle brown on her muzzle
Rank:: Defender
Pack:: Heaven
History:: She, like most, was born in this pack. She hasn't had any pups and loves watching them play.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 11:04 am
Kita looked at the pack still waking slowly in the den, though the sun was clearly up now. Though there were only a few of this pack, Kita knew that the earlier she talked with them they would protect her, vis versa, in a time of need. "Well, what is going to happen today?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 8:36 pm
Name: Sitka
Age: twenty in dog years
Personality: ready to do anything with a risk. not mean or nasty, but not nice and sweet either.
Discription: White and silver. silver face, white belly, silver streem lik spairl going down her back. silver paws, silver tiped tail. scar on left front leg.
Rank: Hunter
Pack: Blood
History: Was once a loaner, and but now in the Blood. She is sweet but stern around pups, because she had lost hers long ago. she wears her scar from a fight with the alpha in a different pack.
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 8:48 pm
Sitka growled. her prey, a lone deer, was blissfully unaware of her pressence. too bad for it, because Sitka was stalking forward. when she was about to nab it, a black, brown, and amber female wolf took her deer down.
Sitka snarled, straitening. Who was this female, who dared to take Sitka's prey?
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 4:35 pm
Lupa slowly poked her head out den and very couriously, very wary not to wonder to far away from the protection on father and mother.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:54 pm
Sitka angerly recignised Scorn. Damn. Her prey was lost to the vicious queen of the Hell pack. Sitka would just have to find food some place else. it is wise not to mess with Scorn, or anyothers of the Hell pack.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 10:49 am
wondering around the Heaven pack was a world all its own, so many things to see , so many questions to ask. Lupa found a puddle and stuck her paw and jumped when it was cold. Lupa took a playful stance and jumped into the puddle splashing water and mud everywhere. Lupa had a great time but her fur is now caked in a layer of wet mud.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 6:21 pm
Sitka searched her territory. A strange, new wolf smell filled her nose. who was this new wolf? Sitka stalked towards the smell, ready to kill any who entered her territory.
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