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Name: Dark Rowan (Dark or Rowan)Age: 3
Gender: Dog
Rank: Beta Male
Dominance: High
Appearance:
Dark is a pitch black wolf, that most females would describe as a very handsome young wolf. His primary color is black, but he has spots of chocolate brown on his pelt in many various places, and in some even a tiny bit of white. He is strongly muscled, but is also nimble. He has long and thin legs, which let him run fast. His ears are decent sized and he can hear really well with them. His pelt is medium in length and thick. Though he sheds some in the summer and it will become thinner so he doesn't overheat. He has gorgeous green eyes that make the females fall head over heels. Overall he is a very well rounded and handsome wolf.
Personality: Dark is a very strong and fierce-minded wolf. He was born to be a leader, which is why he's the beta male. He's very strong minded and determined, and once he sets his mind to something, he will get it one way or another. He can sometimes actually be pretty sassy, and he won't tolerate wolves who step out of line or disobey orders. Like his alpha, Dark also demands respect and order. In his opinion, any wolf who doesn't respect him is not fit to be a wolf. Deep down in Dark's heart, Dark wants to be the alpha male. If the chance arises for him to do so, there's no doubt in his mind that he will try to take it from Sky. But he hides this fact well, and nobody knows it except for him.
Like most wolves of the Night Pack, Dark has secrets. Secrets that nobody knows about him unless they were there, secrets that would drive you mad if you knew, secrets that could ruin you for life. Dark has a deep and masculine voice that seems to drive the vixens wild, but he doesn't seem to notice. When he speaks, it seems as if he fits in the Night Pack because his voice and tone seem to fit the story that he tells. Dark is also very strong in both mind and body, and thinks there's nothing he can't do. The word "can't" just isn't in his dictionary.
He's amazingly strong and nimble, able to spy on another pack without them ever knowing he's there. With his black pelt, he can blend into the shadows in a way that seemingly makes him appear to "melt" into his surroundings. He's a very secretive wolf, and if he is having emotional problems or issues, he won't tell anybody and they won't know. He's great at masking him emotions and keeping them hidden from others, which is one of his greatest talents. Overall, Dark is, well, a dark and mysterious wolf like most of those of the Night Pack.
History: ~~1st Person, Dark Rowan's Point of View~~
As I opened my eyes for the very first time, the light burned and I let out a pathetic howl of terror. Since I was still only about a couple weeks old, I had never really been out or experienced things in the real world. I felt something warm and rough come down upon me and caress my coarse fur, and I mewed softly. As my vision cleared, I looked up at the warm and rough thing touching me, and saw that it was going in and out of a cave in my mother's head. I would later learn these things to be "tongue" and "mouth". Then I looked over at the rest of my litter. I had three brothers and sisters. Two of them were a silvery whitish color, while the third was a deep, chocolate brown color. The silver ones had brown eyes, while the brown one had golden eyes. I would later come to know these mysterious creatures as "brothers" and "sisters". After comprehending all of this information at one time, I was feeling drowsy. So I curled up for a long nap. Now let me skip ahead so I don't bore you to death. After I had become 1 year of age, I had learned many of these words. I knew my brothers and sisters, I knew my mother's warm tongue and cavernous mouth. So one day, my father took me out for a hunt. It turned out that I excelled at this so called "hunting". First we caught a small bird that my father told me was called a partridge. I loved the warm, fleshy taste of this partridge and the feeling of the warm blood bursting through the fibers of the skin and cascading over my mouth, coating my teeth, tongue, lips, and fur around my face a bright crimson color. My father told me I was doing great, and so we moved on to something a but harder. A fox. Now this time my father let me take this fox down by myself. I did it, but not before receiving a series of nasty cuts and wounds. My father told me I had done great, but I knew I could've done better. Now skipping ahead again. One day, it all went too far. My father took all my siblings and I out for a hunt. There had been reported sightings of a cougar around here. I was the first to catch the scent. So my father and siblings followed. The scent trail ended behind a bush, which meant the cougar was hiding there waiting to pounce. But I didn't know any better, and I trotted straight up to the bush. I peered inside and saw a pair of large, golden moons staring back at me. "Son! No!" yelled my father. But it was too late. The cougar had seen me, and it was leaping out of the bushes for the kill. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. I backed up, cowering in fear while my father jumped in front of me, taking the blunt of the impact. I remember seeing my father torn to shreds, and his dying words. "Go, son. Take your siblings. Start a new pack. You've made me proud. I know you'll-" and he fell slack, his eyes glazing over and the cougar staring at us with distaste. "You know I'll what?!" I yelled, tears of anger, sadness, fury, anguish, and despair streaming down my face at the loss of my father who had done so much for me. I knew I had to save my siblings, so I turned and bolted, yelling, "RUN!" over my shoulder, only hoping they would do as I said. We ran and ran, and I lost track of time. I don't know how long it was, but eventually my siblings and I stopped at the base of a rocky, jagged cliff. We ran up it and then stopped at the top, breathing heavily and panting. Our breathing was shallow and ragged ad we knew we couldn't make it any farther unless we rested. I turned back to my siblings to do a head count. One, two. Wait, where was Light Moon?! I looked over the edge of the cliff and saw her falling to her death. "NOOO!" I screamed as I saw her fall. But I knew I couldn't to anything. I just stood there hopelessly as she fell to her doom off the other side then we had come up from. I saw her skull crack open on the rocks below and I knew that was the end. I keeled over and cried, along with my siblings at our loss. We had gotten along great, and I had learned to love them with all my heart. When night fell, we all let out our despair with howls and cries of anguish and despair. My mind returned to my father's last words. Go, son. Take your siblings and start a new pack. You've made me proud. I know you'll-" and then his body had went slack as his final breaths left him. It would only be later when I would understand what he had meant in his last words he hadn't finished. I knew then that I had to start a new pack. So I took my siblings and I did just that. And it was then started the Night Pack. We've been living here ever since. I've learned our secrets, and prefer not to talk about them. My mother? I don't know what happened to her. Perhaps she's out there somewhere, most likely she's dead. I'll never know, which saddens me. She had been a good mother, and the last time I saw her was before my father's death. And that's my story of how I came to be in the Night Pack.
Kin:
Mother: (Whereabouts Unknown. Most likely deceased)
Father: (Deceased)
Sister: Light Moon (Deceased)
Brother: Catastrophic Tides (Tides)
Sister: Tempest
**Note: Tides and Tempest are open for creation as long as you ask me first.**
Crush: Open
Mate: Open
Other:
Anything special you WANT to have in the description?
Umm . . . include Dark's history, but feel free to shorten it and put it from Tides' perspective, and add some other things. Make sure to include the siblings that are on Dark's profile. Other then that, do whatever you want with him. ;)
Ok. It shoul be up tomorrow round 5.
Full Name: Silver Spring Nickname: Silver
Age: 3 years
Gender: Vixen
Rank: Lead Huntress
Dominance: Respected
Appearance:
Silver is a silvery-white wolf. Her eyes are a light green. Her front paws are black, while her back paws are white. She is very beautiful and stands out at night. In the winter, she blends in with the snow.
Personality: Silver is very energetic. She loves to hunt and loves the outdoors. She likes to keep to herself and isn't very talkative. She never talks about what happened to her family. She has nightmares sometimes about her family's death. She is a good listener though and any wolf can talk to her about their problems. She has a crush on Dark, but is convinced that they'll never get together. Despite that, she still has a glimmer of hope, that he feels the same way.
History: I was born on a cold spring night. My parents were loners and had territory of their own. I was the only pup they had, as Father was too busy with patrolling the territory to spend time with Mother. Mother raised me by herself but didn't spoil me. She taught me all I needed to know to survive. Under her teaching, I became excellent at hunting.
One night after I'd turned one, a pack that'd been haunting us for years, finally did what they'd been planning to do for years. They crossed our borders, killing Father first, then they came for Mother and I. Mother pushed me out of the den and told me to run. I obeyed her, just as I has always done in the past. But I made the mistake of looking back. The memory of Mother being murdered haunts me even to this day.
I traveled for who knows how long. The pack nearly caught up to me several times, but I always managed to avoid them. I finally collapsed at the edge of what I would come to know as Night Pack. The Alpha allowed me to join the pack. Although I was at a low rank at first, I managed to work my way up to Lead Huntress.
Kin: North Wind (father, deceased), Mist Catcher (mother, deceased)
Crush: Dark Rowan
Mate: none
Other: none
Name: Night Rise (Rise)Age: 3 years
Gender: Dog
Rank: Beta Male
Dominance: Respected, fairly high
Appearance:
Night Rise has been blessed to be quite a large wolf. His pelt is a deep chocolatey colour that makes him quite handsome, however, his face has begun greying a little, due to age. When the sun reflects off of Rise's back, the fur lightens to a lighter, almost reddy brown. Night Rise's chest, underbelly, and sides are a somewhat lighter colour than that of his back and legs. His fur never seems to sit flat, but it doesn't bother him all that much. It gives him an almost rugged look, which is something that he likes. He has a strange crescent shape on his chest that seems to be a dirty white colour, very different to his base colour but it blends with the rest of his coat well enough. He is strongly built and is the type of wolf no one wants to be up against in a fight. Rise has long legs and a long tail that ends in a very dark, almost black tip. One of Rise's eyes is an intense amber colour, while the other is violet.
Personality:
Night Rise is the type of dog who listens to no one. He will not be bossed around and makes sure that he's known. He can be quite arrogant and often thinks of himself as the centre of the universe, much to the distaste of basically everyone he comes across. He's sarcastic and isn't afraid to speak his mind. The problem with Rise is that he never knows when he has gone too far, often crossing the line with what he says and how he says it. He doesn't care about anyone and only befriends others in order to use them to his advantage. He has a bit of a twisted personality, like his eyes, it's split straight down the middle. On one side, he's sarcastic, funloving and funny, on the other, he's dark, brooding and evil. Rise trusts no one and will often interrogate someone if he wants to know the answer to something. His tough and dark exterior, however, is a shield that blocks his true personality. He's actually incredibly insecure and doesn't know how to express love, therefore, letting it show to no one. The reason for this is that Night Rise fears that his heart will only be broken if he lets his love be known. He masks his true self because he's ashamed of the dog he truly is, for reasons only apparent to him. Nobody in the team knows of his past and he intends on keeping it that way. He's a fantastic liar and can make even the most absurd of things seem real. Never trust a thing he says, that is a fact, however, he is the only one who knows that.
History:
Night Rise was born as an only pup that would otherwise have been one of six. His mother died giving birth to him, so he and his father were left alone. His dad blamed Night Rise for the death of the rest of the family, out of anger and sorrow. To make matters worse, Rise was incredibly small so should have been one to die. It's a mystery how he survived. Soon after he was born, Rise's father left him alone to fend for himself.
Calix was born on a cold winter's night on the outskirts of a dark forest. The wind and snow whipped past, meaning that almost all of the unfortunate creatures that had nowhere to go would have been in for almost certain death. Night Rise braved the night and was able to live through it, despite how hard it was.
Rise was found by a she-wolf that could not have pups herself and she immediately took him in, raising him as her own. She was like a mother to Rise and the only being he'd ever loved throughout his life. Saylie made sure to raise Night Rise and teach him everything she knew from living alone to hunting for food. He listened to every word that she ever uttered to him, cherishing his life with her.
One night, when Rise was around six months old, he and Saylie were wandering around in search of food and shelter for the night. They came to a river, having to cross over the railway lines to get there. The night itself was cold and windy, meaning that the two dogs had to take extra precautions in order to stay alive. They made it to the river and while Saylie searched for shelter, he foraged for food.
Rise had just gathered a few things to eat and went in search of Saylie, when he was attacked. It happened so fast he couldn't do anything to protect himself before a large, rogue wolf was on top of him and pinning him to the ground.
Saylie had just found the shelter and was about to call for Rise when she heard a commotion of snarls and growls. She knew that something had to be concerning Night Rise, so she raced to where he was. Being quite a large wolf herself, Saylie was able to get the large dog off of Rise and she told him to run to the shelter while she fended off the dogs and she said she would join him later. Rise objected, but she pleaded with him, so he did what she asked. Saylie was able to fend them off for a while, but she knew that she wouldn't last long.
Night Rise made it to the shelter, a million thoughts shooting through his mind. His hunger and fatigue was forgotten while he waited for his adoptive mother to return. He waited long hours, never once falling asleep and he feared the worst when she was not back by sunrise. As Rise exited the den Saylie had found, he knew in the bottom of his heart that he would not like what he saw. He rounded the corner, and sure enough, the snow was stained in red and there were two mangled bodies in the midst of the sea of red. As Rise neared, he hoped with every ounce of his being that one of them would not be hers. His hopes were met short however, when he recognised the body closest to him as Saylie's.
Night Rise gave up after that. He mourned the loss of the only dog he had ever loved and the only mother he had ever known. He made sure that he buried her body, dragging her to the edge of the forest and digging a hole to place her at rest, despite how hard it was and how long it took. He re-buried the hole, said his last words of love and thanks to Saylie and left, never again turning back.
Rise blamed himself for her death and has hated himself ever since, but he knows that he couldn't just throw away what she had given him and knew that she would want him to live a long time. For the both of them. He used the knowledge Saylie had passed onto him to keep himself alive, managing perfectly well on his own and determined to avenge Saylie's death. To make her happy even if she was no longer a part of this world. He did not trust himself to be around other wolves, so happily took the life of a loner, despite how hard it was to him when he was first alone. Over the years, he has grown accustomed to his life and is quite happy. Soon, Rise could no longer live alone and he longed for the company and safety of a pack, so he went in search of his rightful place. He found the wolves of Night Pack and he immediately felt a connection to them and the territory, an inkling of sorts that told him that this was where he belonged. They allowed him acceptance into the pack, and through the years, he has worked his way up through the ranks and has become a valued member of the pack and a good mate and wingman of Dark Rowan.
Kin:
Saylie (Adoptive mother, deceased)
Harley (Father, unknown)
Dora (Mother, deceased)
Five unnamed siblings (Deceased)
Crush: Open
Mate: Open
Other:
Can you just change the beta male? Cuz I think Dark is already that.
Full Name: Catastrophic TidesNickname: Tides
Age: 4
Gender: Dog
Rank: Lead Warrior
Dominance: Mid-range
Appearance: http://www.google.com/imgres?q=black+...
Tides, much like his brother is a handsome black coated wolf. He is a very welled muscled wolf. Tides coat is mid-length like his brothers. His eyes are a warm wooden brown. His legs are as well muscled as the rest of his body. Though he is older he still has overly sized paws which can make him a bit clumsy but he is still faster than most wolves.
Personality: Tides is the complete opposite of his brother. He is very cocky for a wolf. Like his brother his voice is deep and masculine and drives the females wild, only Tides notices. Tides allows his insticts to take over and can be found as impatient, reckless and rash. He won’t worry about things out of his reach. Tides can also be very competitive.
History: same as Dark Rowan’s
Kin:
Mother: (Whereabouts Unknown. Most likely deceased)
Father: (Deceased)
Sister: Light Moon (Deceased)
Brother: Dark Rowan (Dark or Rowan)
Sister: Tempest
Crush: Open
Mate: Open
Other:
Can you just add a bit more? Like more details? NO MORE WOLVES IN HERE
<.b>Full Name:<./b> Your name has to be 2 words and it has to reflect something in nature. It should go along with your wolf's personality or something about its history or origin. Remember, be creative!
<.b>Nickname:<./b> If there's something close to their name that they would rather be called, put it here. For example, Starry Mist would rather be called Star.
<.b>Age:<./b>
<.b>Gender:<./b> Are you a dog (male), or a vixen (female)?
<.b>Rank:<./b> Alpha, Omega, Pup, etc. Look up a list in order if you need to.
<.b>Dominance:<./b> Will they fight others, or not so much? In order, they are: Extremely High, High, Well Respected, Respected, Medium, and Low
<.b>Appearance:<./b> Please have a picture or link along with a detailed description on the appearance of your wolf. Make sure to include the details!
<.b>Personality:<./b> Please be detailed. I don't want to see two sentences on your wolf's personality. This is a writing website so use your talent! Please try to make it at least 5 lines long.
<.b>History:<./b> Again, we would like to see detail. Go into how they got into the pack, how they got their rank and dominance, any family related episodes, anything you want!
<.b>Kin:<./b> Who's in their family?
<.b>Crush:<./b>
<.b>Mate:<./b> Ask First!
<.b>Other:<./b> Anything else you want to add.