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All of the WP rules apply <3 This is a 1x1 Roleplay, so if you are not the people listed in the title, then please do not post in this forum :3 Though do feel free to read along!! PLOT:
------------------------------------------------------------------------- To prevent a devastating war, two packs agree to a dangerous tradition: a trial bond between two wolves, one from each pack, meant to test whether unity is possible. The chosen wolves hate each other and see the bond as a punishment. Pack expectations weigh heavily as they’re forced to train, hunt, and defend territory together. |
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Darkseeker
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Character: Star Personality: Sweet, kind, soft, can get annoyed easily. She loves to look at the stars and she loves running. |
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(Some things on here are fictional, like Hurricanes mother x father are all made up :3) Name: Hurricane Age: 5 years Gender: Male Appearance: Hurricane is a muscular male with a gold sandstone coat with some rosewood in his fur color. He has some brindle on his obsidian brindle colored legs that extend to his tail, which is then complemented with a splash of white at the tip of the tail. He also has bright topaz eyes that reflect cold and cruelty in his demeanor. Hurricane has a pink nose with a white facemask on his face. Personality: Hurricane is a cold and ruthless male, to his foes and strangers, he is known as the wolf that kills, because well. . . that is what he does. But to his friends and family, he is known to be caring and the fiercest loyal wolf someone can cross paths with. He is the second most dominant male in the River Creek Pack, making him seen as a leader for those who are afraid to seek out the Alpha. Hurricane is seen to walk alone, hunt alone, and fight alone as he is determined that his pack will soon look up and expect that he can protect and feed them. He is stubborn and likes to do things himself. Strengths: His ability to fight, he is a strong wolf who can take down most things he finds in his territory, including wolves from other packs. His friendship to the Alpha pair as he can twist their words and make them fall under him in some circumstances. Weaknesses: His family is his main weakness, he will protect his family members with his life. One threat to them and he coud bring down the whole world with him. Family: Mother: Windsor: Older female, around the age of 13. She is a grey female who is cold and collected, though she has a heart for her family. She is seen as the mother of many pups, as she takes care of most pups that are born within the puck. Father: Sirius: Sandstone colored male, 12 years of age. He is a fighter and hunter, the one who trained his son, Hurricane, to be the best of the best. Earning his son Beta Male rank within their pack. Sister: Delilah is the sister to Hurricane. She is a light grey she wolf who is the age of 7. She is mated to another pair within the pack, whose name is Jackson. |
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Hurricane's POV Hurricane made his way to his Alpha's den, which was located by the biggest tree in this camp. Their den was a burrow, which used to be a rabbit's burrow. But those rabbits were long since eaten when they moved into this territory. Supposedly, the Alpha's wished to speak with him. He thought it was for battle training the young; perhaps they had a new schedule for the pups to follow.
He made his way slowly, though, making sure he portrayed a picture of power and strength; the last thing Hurricane needed was his pack thinking their beta was weak. Unworthy. No, that simply would not do. He caught the eye of one of the females, who was around the same age as him. five years of age. Her name was Leila; supposedly, she had been fawning after him since they were pups. He had no interest in her; he just used it for amusement. Infact he thought it was funny every time she batted her eyelashes at him or whispered how handsome he was to her friends. If only she knew who he really is. Hurricane finally made it to the den, the massive evergreen tree never making a mistake of unimpressing him. The tree was ancient, old.
"Alpha's?" He called out, letting the pair know of his arrival. Though he knew they could smell his scent from where they lay. "Come in, Hurricane." Hollow, the male Alpha responded. He wondered if Silverine was there too; perhaps she was out with the pups. Hurricane crawled down the burrow with confidence: he thought nothing of this meeting. He knew it would be like any other meeting he had had with the Alpha's. Hollow was sitting in his nest of dried grass and some ferns found in the forest that surrounded their territory. Silverine was indeed not here. Hurricane sat at the entrance, facing his Alpha. He was dark, almost black, with a back of light brown. His eyes were a deep blue, his pelt rippled with muscle. "What is it, my Alpha?" Hurricane asked, dipping his head low in a bow of respect. Once he returned his head normally, he rested a leveling gaze upon the Alpha. "It has come to my attention that one of the neighboring packs wants an agreement with us. To prevent a war we could be thrown into." Hurricane's heart plummeted. This was not good. He knew of the war that could happen, the war about the lands between us and whoever this pack may be. In fact, they were having problems with both packs on either side of them. It was just a matter of whose pack is this, and what do they want? He knew he didn't have a problem fighting for his pack if it meant they could keep their territory. But his Alphas were more set on peace and civil talk. Surely it is not bad. . . Right? "What of this agreement?" Hurricane asked slowly, his eyes portraying distrust and concern. Hollow sighed, shifting his paws uncomfortably. "Well, it is more of a tradition now. I must say that if we do not agree, we will have war-" "What of this tradition?" Hurricane snapped impatiently, he needs to know what is going to happen. What will it look like when he becomes Alpha? "Well, you have to go to the Blood Moon pack, you will then be betrothed to one of their females who is named Star," He informed him cautiously. Hurricane's eyes widened, bethrothed. . . to another pack's female. No. He would not allow it, he hated the idea of being mated to someone, but being forced to be with someone. . .That was even worse. "No, I won't do it." Hurricane held his chin high; he will challenge his Alpha. "Hurricane, you must! It is not up for discussion. It's this or war. You will be treated with kindness, and you are still the pack's beta for River Creek." Hollow held a firm and stern tone. Reminding him of who was in charge. Hurricane sighed dramatically and snapped, "Fine. But one wrong move in that pack, and perhaps their Alphas will be dead!" He barked as he turned and made his way out of that stuffy den. He ignored his packmates looking at him with curiosity; instead, he was going to go for a walk. Perhaps fight an animal or two. |
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Meanwhile, in the Blood Moon Pack, Star was gazing up at the night sky. She heard the howl of her alphas summoning her, her elegant black wings unfurling as she flew up into the trees. Unlike the other packs, her pack had set up camp in the trees, weaving together thin branches and bracken they had brought up into the trees, since her whole pack had wings. She landed on the ledge outside the alphas' den, which was a hollow in a giant oak tree. "Fang?" She called, padding into the den as she folded her wings at her back. Fang, the male alpha who had black fur and deep grey eyes, sat at the back of his den. His mate, Fawn, who had brown fur and cream eyes, sat nearby. "There's been an... arrangement, with the River Creek Pack," he started. star's ears twitched in curiosity. Knowing Fang, this was either really good or really bad. "Go on..." she said cautiously. Fang cleared his throat before continuing. "They are going to send their beta here, and you two are to become mates." "Mates?!" She exclaimed. "Males my age are gross and expect females to do everything they want." She scoffed. "He's probably stuck up." Fang sighed. "I know you don't like it, but it's this or war." Star sighed, bowing her head. "Alright, I'll go prepare a den a ground wolf can access. I doubt he has wings like us." With that, she padded out of the den, gliding down to the ground to prepare a hollow that didn't require flying to get to. This was going to suck. |
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Hurricane's POV Two days had passed since the news of the new tradition that was being made. He got more information on it. Supposedly, it was a trial to test whether a unity could happen between the packs. And of course, Hurricane was the test subject for River Creek. His family members were happy about it, not for his sake but for the pack. His father thought it was a great thing to try, that it could promise a high future for River Creek and the Blood Moon pack. His mother had nothing to say, she was quiet, observing what was unfolding in front of her. Delilah was upset; she was going to miss his brother, but she too agreed with their father. Though his pride and smugness got to him when it came to Liela, seeing the she-wolf howl in despair at the news and gossip with her friends. He was glad to get away from her. He was set to make his trek to the pack tonight, when the daylight was over. It would take a day to get there; he would arrive around sunrise. He could't help but be nervous altogether, he didn't know how this pack would react to him beign semi part of them. He would be a half-half alleged male. Part of River Creek and part of Blood Moon. "You will be here for one week every other week," Silverine spoke softly. The Alpha touched noses with him reassuringly and then stepped back to let Hollow speak with him. Hurricane was in the clearing of their camp, his packmates surrounding him. This was goodbye for now; he would be back soon for a week. Hollow padded up to him, holding his head high, "Be well, my Beta, I hope your journey is well and easy." With that, he too touched his nose, then retreated back to let his family say their goodbyes. Delilah ran up to him, playfully biting his ear, "When you come back next week, tell me all about it!" She quickly said, her bright green eyes filled with love and excitement, "Try not to miss me too much, brother." Delilah buried his nose in his shoulder, inhaling his scent one last time. Emotions rushed through him, but he could not let it show; he couldn't show weakness. He will sulk and brood on his way to the Blood Moon pack. Hurricane smiled warmly, breathing in her floral scent too; she smelled like roses and peonies. "Give mother and father a hard time for me," He chuckled. Delilah nodded and then let their parents walk up to him together. His father held his stare; he beheld no emotion. Just a calm and collected male. Though his mother was holding back her tears, her eyes were so full of sadness and love. "Be well, my son. Use your training there, and don't let them boss you around." His father spoke sternly, touching his nose briefly and then took a step back for his mate. "Hi, mother," He smiled kindly. His mother, Windsor, brushed her nose on his shoulder, a gesture that was loving and comforting to him when he was a pup. "Be nice to your future mate, you don't know how she is feeling about this." And with that, the group joined the circle of his packmates. Hollow raised his head to the dawning sky and howled; the packmates copied and did the same. It was a farewell howl, a howl for journey and love. With that, the band of his packmates created a hole for him to walk through, so he did. He walked through, passing his packmate, leaving his home, which he had come to love so much. But this was not the end; this was a beginning. And he would be back in one week. He began his journey. |
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In the Blood Moon Pack, Star had prepared the den her and her new mate would be living in. She still wasn’t happy about it, but she had managed to get her mind off of it by building a secure den. She did NOT like being on the ground, and knew she had to make the den extra secure otherwise predators would get in. “I don’t get how other packs live on the ground,” she mumbled to herself, weaving another bramble stem into the side of the hollow she’d dug out under the roots of a tree. She looked up at the moon shining above her, eyes glazing with thought. The male wolf was supposed to arrive at sunrise, a really bad time for the Blood Moon Pack since everyone would be going to sleep. She shook out her pelt, spreading her wings and flying up into the tree canopy to watch the stars for a bit. She stared at the sky, bats fluttering across the sky, silhouettes against the shining moon. He would arrive two nights before the full moon, perfect. A twig snapped on the forest floor, and she looked down, surprised to see one of her packmates gazing up at her. “Oh, great,” she thought, recognizing the male named Roco. Roco was a chestnut wolf with more ego than fur. “Hey, Starie!” he called, wearing that same smug smirk she hated. She leaped down from the tree, gliding through the air. Her feathers ruffled as she landed in front of the arrogant male. “What do you want, Roco?” she asked, barely stopping herself from cuffing him over the ear. She had always had a temper, but was thankfully good at keeping it under control. Roco smirked, tail swishing slightly. His cream wings ruffled slightly, shifting to wrap one wing around Star, though she quickly shoved it off. “Why so nippy?” he chuckled. “I thought we were friends.” He tilted his head, faking a hurt expression. Star rolled her eyes, but didn’t respond. Instead, she flew back up into the trees, disappearing back to her den. “One more night,” she thought. “Then I’ll have to deal with yet another male.” |
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Hurricane's POV Hurricane stomped through the forest, his mind reeling with thoughts from his encounter with everyone in his pack. He hated the idea of leaving them, though he knew there would be an acting Beta male when he was not there. Storm was to take his spot; he cringed and loathed the idea of that male taking charge when he was not there. Storm does not know how to keep order, to keep everyone in check when the Alpha's were not there. But he sighed, he would be back in one week, perhaps his pack won't be as bad a shape as he thinks it will be. He knew his father would take charge if things went apeshit. Afterall, he was a very good mentor growing up. His father taught him things most fathers won't teach their young. And that is how to fight. . . Properly. Not leaving him to figure it out on his own. There wasn't much prey on his journey to his new pack, though he wondered if he was even going the right way. He was relying on scent afterall. Perhaps he could be tracking a loner. Or another pack. Eventually he will figure it out. Most of the night, everything was silent through the dense forest, but it gave way to a more spacious forest. Enough room to gather without having a tree in your way. He found it more peaceful, better even. But he still liked the trees to cover him; it was an advantage to him. But he would learn how to fight and hunt here. . . Right? Hurricane sighed once again. He came up to a tree that had a strong scent of wolves, many wolves actually. It smelled like a pack's marker of territory. He knew he was doing something dangerous when he crossed. This could be the right pack's territory he so confidently crossed into, or it could be another rival. He did not know. The moon was the only thing keeping him from seeing properly, though he did have night vision; he just preferred more of a natural sight. Light is what he liked. He liked the daytime rather than the night. He wondered how this Blood Moon pack ran, what order their Alphas kept them in. Again, he knew he would find out. He wondered if the female was happy about the new tradition. About the trail. They were a test subject after all, to see if even the slightest unity could happen between the two strong packs. Hurricane doubted it since he got the news. The Blood Moon Alphas hated the River Creek; the feeling was neutral. By now, he could feel his night vision subsiding as his natural vision began to take over. Sunrise is just around the corner. The scent of wolves became stronger. He was arriving; no doubt would burst through a camp any moment. He knew not let them hurt him or be rude to him. Because he can stand his own ground. After all, Hollow has appointed him the next Alpha of River Creek. Hurricane is an Heir. Since Hollow and Silverine's pups are no match for the hardships of the Alpha role, his alpha deemed it to be on him in the future. "This is for my pack," He told himself over and over to make himself feel better, "It's this or war. ." He then regretted once again, perhaps war would've been the better idea. But what did he know? He hasn't been beta long, but he sure had a strong opinion. Just then, the scent of wolves became overpowering. Hurricane has arrived at the Blood Moon camp. |
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Star looked up as she caught the unfamiliar scent on the forest floor. She glided down, landing quietly and folding her wings against her back. “It’s time,” she thought to herself, padding closer until she came face-to-face with the beta male of the River Creek Pack. She mentally braced herself, thinking, “He looks stuck-up,” as she noticed his confident stride. “So,” she said, stepping forward. “You’re… Hurricane?” she asked, before getting a little nervous when she noticed he was a lot bigger than her. She took a subtle step back so she could look him in the eye. She did a quick circle around him, a thing most wolves did when greeting someone with an unfamiliar scent. “You’re…” her voice trailed off, unsure how to say he was a lot more intimidating than most males she’d met. Most of the males that talked to her were muscular, sure, but they were usually pretty small. Some were just straight up scrawny things. She really hoped his attitude was also different, since most males were either so stuck-up they expected her to plead for their attention, or just threw themselves at her like starving loners. She hated when males did either of those things, it just made her uncomfortable. She glanced at him, noting his confident demeanor. Her ears twitched, and she had a feeling she was NOT going to get along with this wolf. |
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Winter Month: 1 
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