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((Please post an image of your wolf, and a short introduction --such as the one I posted here for Vuk-- before you join the rp. Feel free to make the introduction more elaborate based on your preferences, but remember that if your wolf is from the Shadow Clan, you cannot have them discuss their previous pack with other wolves. ^^))




Name: Vuk
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Rank: Gamma
Mate: None
Pups: None
Personality: Curious, hyper, and playful, but also can be somewhat stubborn at times
Likes: Adventure and hunting
Dislikes: Feeling lonely
RP Font Style: Bold Size 14 Pale Violet Red

Name: Conall
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Rank: (will be)Alpha
Peronality: Conall allways seems to be distant, allways thinking of something or other. A part of him still runs with his old pack, but he refuses to speak of them. The resons he left, he'll never tell, but he has brought that bond of brother hood with him. He will defend his packmates to the death if needed, but most of the time he approaches things with a level and refined manner. In the end, he is a wolf, and never claims day or night, rather twilight. A thin line between what he came from, and where he want's to be. Still, he know that neither is made for him, so he seems to have made this his own.
Likes: quiet, pack singing, the closeness of his brothers, and pack
Dislikes: badlytimed foolishness, disrespect, talking about his lack of a tail.
Font style: Gray, size ten

Conall lifted his head, looking up in silence at the night sky. It had been five days since they had left the pack, nightmarish ways still fresh in his mind. He could not have stayed. The wind called him elsewhere, and the earth pulled under his feet. He had not been meant for this place, it was something that he had never forgotten. He did not remember his original pack, of course. The shadows had been the only thing he had ever known--but some thing that he did not remember was still in him. They had never quite taken it. Part of him wanted to sing his song to the sky, and let it so loud that it should shake the stars. But part of him feared his old brothers, and what they would do if he were ever found. He looked to the forest around him taking in the sights and smells. So much different from the place he had called home. "Xihu," he called in an ever gruff voice. "What do you think of this place?" he asked. Seeming to know something in an answer.

Conall gave a gruff laugh, his lips curling into a wolfish smile. He wondered how many times he had been cuffed as a pup for that.. It had been something that they had never been able to train out of him. "You could say that." he said after a moment. There was no doubt that Xihu was just barely younger than himself, matter of weeks, if not days. Still, he had allways thought of his brother as younger, and most times sought to make him think and wonder as he was now. The black wolf took in a deep breath, his teal eyes closed as he shrugged the mask off of his face. He wondered how many times he had been cuffed for that too. His tail would have thumped in a pleased manner as he breathed this fresh air if he'd had one "There certainly is a difference between this place and.." Well, he wasn't quite sure what to call that place where they had come from. It certainly was not home any longer. He stood and shook the dust from his fur, as if it would help to clear his mind.

((:XP he'd kill me for that... i edited. not much tho.))

Conall thought for a long moment. The cool night air calmed his mind and he turned his teal eyes to his starry brother. "We will be wolves." he said in a plain manner. He sat again, his posture slightly different than that of a normal wolf. With no tail he seemed to sit slightly foreward, having no extra bone to steady himself. His wolfish smile returned. "I can't claim to have a plan for us Xihu, but we did not belong there. I know that."The smile streched to a yawn. "We will be wolves, not what.. they had wanted us to be." He shook himself again as a pest of a mosquito buzzed in his ear. "..certainly more alive.. not allways the best thing.." he grumbled as he snapped at the bug as it hovered in the air.

Conall thought for a moment. "You might just have something there." he said in a serious tone. "The two of us, we can keep going like this if we have to. I have no doubts about that... but.." his expression changed from his serious thought to that old wolfy grin. "Well let's cross those streams when we come to them." He stood, touching his brother's neck lightly. "Come. I don't know about you, but I am beginning to get hungery." The wolf sniffed the air, taking in the scents of prey but waiting for his brother's response before moving.

Conall trotted foreward, feeling the slight stiffness in his brother's movements. "Something trobles you Xihu?" he asked as he moved. A small group of roe deer was close. The scent put a shiver down his back at the thought of the hunt. He had allways liked to hunt the bucks most of all. They were a worthy thing to hunt, and whoever won, himself or the buck, he allways left with a certain satisfaction. Even in their old pack, that sort of hunt had felt right. It felt like that was the yway things were supposed to be. He had never felt that when he had hunted another wolf. Wolf's blood never sat right with him.. and the look in a dieing wolf's eyes was a memory that refused to fade.

Conall shrugged the hood from his head in an almost imperceptable movement. He hated how it confined him at times like this. The black and teal wolf slid foreward, as liquid as water over the terrain as he made his way closer to the buck he had chosen. His jaws parted, ready for his leap. He felt his brother at his side, the earth under his paws and the air as it danced toward him, pulling his scent away from his prey. Perfect. This moment, this tiny space in time was perfect. A buck lifted his head, and for the slightest moment he and Conall locked eyes and each challenged the other. Conall leapt into the chase before the buck could get too far ahead, ever muscle in him straining toward his prize.