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 Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 3:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 3:16 pm
Ρ[ R h o ]Four years, seven months
Female
Timber
Willowed
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 7:20 pm
 Name: Navarre.
Age: Three.
Sex: Male.
Race: Grey Wolf (Black pelt).
Personality: Navarre is quiet and gentle, with a deep sense of kindness. He prefers to be alone, his sister being the one exception. As to be expected, he is vastly protective of her, and loves her with all his being. The two of them banter back and forth all the time, and she's the only thing that makes him smile anymore. He used to be full of strength, confidence, and laughter, but since his mate died, he has withdrawn into himself, and is no longer the way he used to be. But that leader personality still lies within him somewhere, though he has yet to let it resurface. For the moment, he acts only as the caring older brother, although he is very wise and will offer his advice to anyone who will listen.
Biography: Navarre and his little sister Mitya were the only two pups to survive out of their mother's first and only litter. As a result, they became very close, and rarely was one seen without the other. When the time came, Navarre met and bonded with another female--Anikka--and the duo became a trio. They split off from the pack with a few other young wolves to form their own, smaller pack, and the mated pair soon became expectant parents. However, an unfortunate miscalculation caused the small group to trespass on a larger one's territory. In the aftermath of the battle, over half Nevarre's pack was killed, including his beloved Anikka. Once again, he found himself alone with his sister, with nowhere to go. She, however, discovered a small pack of wolves led by a strange black female, who welcomed them with open arms into her group. Nevarre, however, found himself unable to deal with others of his kind. He was too wounded by his own past, and wanted some time alone. Perhaps the silence would heal his wounded heart. He turned away from P's pack, and has now struck out on his own. Again. Alone.
Username: [DarthTaco]
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 7:33 pm
 Name: Mitya.
Age: Three.
Sex: Female.
Race: Grey Wolf.
Personality: Mitya is outspoken and passionate, with a strong will. She stands up for what she believes in, and has a tendency to get into trouble for it. Perhaps it's because she's an Alpha's daughter, and is used to getting her way. Either way, she has great leadership capabilities, although she is content to simply be a follower. She is rather hyperactive, and is probably a bit more playful than a wolf her age should be, but she doesn't care. She likes to play and run and howl at the stars--especially in the snow, since she grew up in a frosty climate. Teasing her brother is her favorite thing, and it is her goal to make him smile again. She is whimsical and loving, and longs for the constant companionship of a pack, as well as for a mate of her own.
Biography: Mitya is Nevarre's little sister. She has been his constant support their entire life, and has suffered through almost everything he has. She didn't lose a mate, granted--she's never found one--but she has been by his side through thick and thin. When they found themselves without a pack of their own, she worked hard to help him hunt, find shelter, and survive. She did her best to prove that she could be responsible and useful, and one day as she was out scouting the terrain, she spotted a small handful of wolves. Loners, just like them. Overjoyed, she quickly made friends with them, eager to be part of a pack once more. She thought her brother would be too, but he turned away, deciding to keep on by himself. To become a Kerl. It hurt her to do it, but Mitya let her brother go, understanding his need. She has now become a member of P's pack, although her thoughts often stray to her wayward sibling.
Username: [DarthTaco]
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 3:23 pm
Name: Thyme
Age: Five
Sex: Male
Race: Northern Rocky Mountains
Personality: Thyme is a very friendly soul, quick to make friends with anyone he meets. He loves to play around in anything dealing with water, be it snow, rain, or a river. He's quick on his feet, though a little clumsy, and he's much like a giant pup. Oh yeah. He's huge, standing at almost three feet at the shoulder. Likewise, he weighs almost 150 pounds. But he's a gentle giant, killing only what is necessary to survive and never engaging in conflict.
Biography: Thyme was born in captivity as the runt of a litter of six. His mother, Parsley, and father, Sage, were massive wolves on display at a zoo. Thyme, so named because he was the first out and the zookeepers wanted to keep with the spices, was shipped from the Americas to central Europe when he was six months. There, in a new zoo, he grew to a crazy size. He was very friendly with the zookeepers, but too much so. Soon after his third birthday, the zoo released him because of political strains and left him on his own. He found a small pack for a while, but they died in a raid. Then he found this one, and things have been going well.
Username: Nastavit
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