Pack Story:

Eternally, it seems, in the night sky. It seems forever to be with the swath of glittering stars that dot across the inky velvet cushion that holds them in place and never seems to move. Despite that fact, the plants and brush around the area are full of flowers. They range in size and type but a good amount seem to be lilies.

Amidst the lilies, a small clearing from the usual brush and foliage sits. A larger pack of wolves, some with wings, some with battle scars lounge about and watch the figure approach rather than pay attention to you.

The winged figure stands in place, looking over you for a moment or two with vibrant blue eyes. His purple palette is soft and almost cozy, not too bright and not too dark. A lopsided smile touches on his lips before he leans back, barefooted in the grass. "Welcome to the pack," he muses. "My name is Caelus," he sticks out his hand, thinks twice, and pulls it back.

"Oh don't be such a prick," a rather familiar voice enters the clearing, the brown feline wandering in until the young man shifts into a human form. He, however, shakes your hand with a sharp smile. "Peter, should you have forgotten."

Caelus shakes his head. "If anyone forgets you, it's because they have memory loss or they tried real hard," he snorts and looks back at you. "There are two types of wolves here. Those who do battling, those who look pretty and serve as a way for others to also try and get pretty wolves."

"Mmh, wonder which type you are," Peter coughs into his hand and looks away.

"I'm about to be both in a hot second," Caelus wraps one arm around Peter's shoulders, dragging him closer and ruffling his hair as the young man pushes at his arms.

"Caelus!"

The winged being finally lets go, snickering and shaking his head. "Anyways, wolves are below, info is on the next page. Former names, some profile images and more about me," he preens, "are on the last page. Good luck, welcome aboard and, tch, don't be a stranger."