CanidsName: KiraiGender: Male
Obtained: Special FS of 05
Description: Mint green with blue stripes and brown eyes.
Personality: Brash, grating, a shield to keep an unhealing heart whole.
Mate: Oki
Children: None
Friends: Oki
Enemies: Wild (possible)
History: Kirai lost it all when he was barely out of puphood. His pack leader having battled against the maddening disease for as long as he could before falling to it. One bite and it spread, mothers turned against young, mates went at eachother, and rivals were reduced to flying bits of flesh. The thirst wouldn't be quenched by water, by meat, by blood. Pink foam in various stages of evaporation covered everything. The trees, rocks, grass, in a blanket of wrongness. Bodies of the mauled wolves lay scattered, and those who managed to survive the scene by running crept back only long enough to see the aftermath, before turning tail once more. Kirai himself almost became a carrier for the deadly disease, his saving grace being his small size. He'd managed to wedge himself into a crevice in the back of his home den while his mother scratched and snapped futiely at the opening until her wild breathing slowly tapered off into painfilled gurgiling before stopping. That sound would forever haunt his dreams. He vowed then, as he stood in the center of the distruction, that he'd never put himself into a position like that again, and willingly accepted the brand of a lone wolf.
Name: YasashiiGender: Female
Obtained: Customs
Description: Green eyed canid with white fur and blue 'freckles' all over her body with a blue 'mane'.
Personality: Dreamy, head in the clouds. A possible cover for a sharp mind?
Mate: None
Children: None
Friends: Faunns, Sahara
Enemies: None
History: Yasashii came from a pack that lived by the sea and called the caves in the cliffside their home. They were at constant war with the dragons of the sky and sea, and so they bred superb warriors and hunters to keep themselves alive. They did this for generations, until the weakening limestone finally gave way and crushed, and maimed, a majority of the pack. Those who survived were scattered through-out the islands, some merged with other packs, others still fell prey to the different enviorment. Yasashii became a wanderer, never straying too far into the bowels of a packs territory. Now that she has, what will happen to her?
Name: AlkilineGender: Male
Obtained: Special Custom, Unique Lineart
Description: Teal fur with violet eyes and orange cresent moon markings on his thigh and ears. A Bone and feather necklace adorns his neck as a symbol of his status as a Shaman.
Personality: Gentle, calm, almost feminin in mannerisms and movements, it's hard to hate him for his kindness.
Mate: Stormchaser
Children: None
Friends: Stormchaser
Enemies: None
History: Alkiline likes to pretend that his past is all mysterious, when by far he's had the most normal a past as any canid could have. He was apretnticed to his packs pride and joy, a permenent Shaman, when he was young. So young in fact, that for the longest time he thought Shaman Gree was his birth mother. He eventually learned who his real parents were, what their status was, and how to utilize his own unique gifts. Greif over Shaman Grees death many years later drove him from his home territory and smack dab into the bosom of a brooding Canid aptly named Stormchaser. Stormchaser made him grow up and realize a few aspects of his training that hadn't hit home.
Name: StormchaserGender: Female
Obtained: Custom
Description: Dark blue fur with shocking green thunderbolts and electric blue eyes.
Personality: Brooding, she growls more then she talks and bristles at the slightest things. She appears more masculine then she does feminine and is often mistaken for male.
Mate: Alkiline
Children: None
Friends: Alkiline
Enemies: None
History: Stormchaser was born to a pack of wolves who prided themselves on their ability to best any foe. If it wasn't for the need to procreate they wouldn't give in to their bodies demands, as it took away time from their vigorous training and strengthening of social and family ties. As it was, young were seen as another aspect of training and as such, were hardly ever coddled. Stormchaser grew up in this society, and flourished with her peers and those of her own age group. Upon hitting adulthood she was allowed to train by herself, and as such, chose a bit of woodland as her own. She had barely been there for three months when she was knocked over by the distraught Alkiline. She helped realized that not everything was about the living, and as a Shaman, he should have known that. Of course, her pack having decided that the young naieve Shaman needed someone babysit him 24/7 asked (read: Ordered) her to do it. It was a rough start for the duo, but eventually they grew to like and respect eachother enough to become mates. Even if Stormchaser did still bite Alkilines head off for even the smallest of things.
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