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Name: Allärieh (al-ar-ree-ah)

Age: 9 years old

Ethnicity/Breed: %100 Grey Wolf

Sexuality: Straight

Gender: Female

Mate: Sèktor

Birth Defect: Chimerism

Strengths: A natural leader, with good battle instincts and charm. She can diffuse arguments well and cares for everyone in her pack no matter what. She is educated in many fields, due to the Master's lessons as a child.

Weaknesses: She can be headstrong and stubborn. Although she tries to curve it, she has an unmanageable curiosity. She gets distracted easily and procrastinates heaps.

Backstory: It was a foggy morning, the day the little pup came into the world. Dawn had just arrived, the sun barely peaking up over the horizon. After a long, painful labor, the little runt was born alongside her larger brother, who ended up stillborn. Her Mother, the Alpha, cried through her pain, with tears of joy. She was named Allärieh, meaning 'eternal'. Heiđei, her mother, was beyond with joy. After countless attempts, and many pregnancies ending in stillbirths, she would finally have a chance to be a Mother. She would have a chance to have a family. The Pack however, was quick to shun the runt of a pup. Even from a distance, it was known that Allärieh was abnormal. The patterns of black, as dark as ink covered the normal fur colours of grey, brown and white. As if she was cursed, a shadow on one of the most legendary bloodlines known.

Allärieh grew up in the shadows of doubt. Always lurking, although never joining in on the games, or pack activities along with the other juveniles. The others always stopped when she attempted to play, tail between their legs as if they were afraid. Allärieh hated being different, she wished every night to be normal. Yet every morning she awoke, to the same gloomy fate. Lonely, she turned to playing with the other animals that lived around the caves, den and forest surrounding it. Her favorite game was to chase after the rainbow butterflies that fluttered by. She never pounced on them though, they were too pretty to kill. Even rabbits sometimes hopped near while grazing, but the deer eyed her closely, as if she was a dangerous beast. The birds thought she was harmless enough, and she loved to follow them as they flew above, going on little adventures - further and further away from the den.

Masters and Elders often joined her on the short expeditions. Mainly just to keep her out of trouble, but they also taught her herbology, how to heal, make small weapons and potions. How to create shelters, and make fire out of flint. Her favourite however, was the stories they told. Of great warriors, long wars and deadly hunts. Amazing animals and strange lands, that she would probably never see in this lifetime. It was one day however, that changed her life forever. She had wandered too far away from the safety of home. Dusk had began to settle, just as she started to panic. She had the idea that she could do it, that she was old enough to not need constant protection. So Allärieh had snuck away, without a guard or guide, and now she was regretting it badly. All her knowledge seemed to flee, and fear took it's place. Rain began to pitter-patter down from the dark sky, soaking deep into her fur, and washing away her paw prints along with any attempt to track back her way home. A crack of a branch caught her off guard, and she spun around to meet whoever whom made the sound. The endarkened sky made it hard for her to make out the animal. All she knew was that it was insanely large, almost as big as a bear, and it had massive antlers. The fur on Allärieh's neck bristled, as she lowered her belly to the ground. Maybe if she surrendered, it wouldn't hurt her? She was terrified. There was no way she could take on this monster and live to tell the tale. The monster-thing stunk of pine and dung. It stared at her intensely, huffing through its large nostrils. Allärieh's stomach grumbled, and she felt hunger pains. The moose seemed to lose interest however, in the coward wolf, figuring it wasn't a threat. It snorted, and went to lumber away. Although it was unaware of another predator, sitting upwind in a large fir tree, stalking. The predators' golden fur glistened in the little light from the crescent moon. Allärieh tried to make herself as small as possible, knowing if that found her, she would have no chance in seven hells of making it out alive.

Coward! She called herself Coward, Coward, Coward! The small forest clearing was thick with fog from the rain, and the grass was wet with water and dew. Maybe if she would just creep away... Allärieh thought quickly, just before the mountain cat roared, and went in for the kill. The moose screamed and kicked, but was quickly silenced from the feline's sharp claws and powerful jaw around it's neck. Blood filled the air, and Allärieh felt her instincts kick in, damn, she was hungry. But she didn't want to risk her life for such a feeble thing.The wind changed softly, and heart dropped. The mountain cat stopped eating it's feast and sniffed the air, before turning, peering straight at the half buried wolf in the grass. Its' whickered lips pulled back in a warning growl, and almost silently moved into a crouching position, ready to pounce on the young wolf. Allärieh didn't see the cat coming until it was on her. It's claws dug into her face, and chest yet the wolf was too stunned to fight back. She yelped, and tried to escape, but blood was everywhere, and she couldn't think straight. Heart racing and adreneline fueled, she bit down on the feline's neck with all the strength left in her.

Something cracked, and she heard a deranged rawr come from the beast, before it went limp, mid-attack. The beast whined, and it's golden eyes turned glassy, staring off into the stars. A small emotion of victory paraded around Allärieh's mind, but she was already feeling drowsy. The blood loss, she knew. It didn't really trouble her, even though the chances of living till morning was slim. She felt incredibly peaceful, even through the pain that echoed through her small body.

She closed her eye, the other mangled from the attack, and drifted off to sleep while the stars continued to twinkle on brightly from above.

Three years had passed since that fateful day. Heiđei had found her along with a small search party. Tears flowed, at the sight of her broken child - almost lifeless, her black and grey patched of fur matted in sticky, dry blood.

The Elders promised she would live on, but not without a sacrifice. And the promise rang true. After almost a year of recovery after the attack, Allärieh was almost fully healed. Thick, ugly scars covered her chest, legs and face however, like a reminder of the gruesome night. Her left eye was also now permanently blind. Even so, the event made her stronger. It made her train harder, learn more, and be fearsome. At six years old, she had led the pack into war with several neighbor packs. She had conquered, and made her Pack the largest ever known. Allärieh's parents, her Alpha's were proud as they were old.

Undefeated in battle to this day. Allärieh decided to wed young, to Séktor, a male from another pack that had surrendered, and fought beside her in several other wars. Fearsomely loyal, they were a force to be rekoned with. Allärieh's belly grew larger each day, now expecting pups on the next fullmoon. She was incredibly excited at a chance of Motherhood. At a chance to raise a family, and rise above them all.

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Name: Onyx (on-nix)

Age: 99 years old

Breed: Dragon

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Genderfluid

Birth Defects: Albino and unknown developmental issue

Personality: Onyx suffers from multiple personality disorder. When he identifies as male, he is shy, naive and sweet. He acts innocent, soft and joyful. He enjoys helping strangers, stargazing and dabbling in the healing arts using alchemy. When Onyx identifies as female, her personality shifts to being snarky, cold hearted and snobbish. She steals and lies and breaks hearts where ever she goes. She picks fights and brawls with the other dragons (despite getting her as kicked almost every single time)

Backstory: Before she was born, she and her two siblings were abandoned. As an egg, she was deformed and lacking the usual luster and shine, and therefore deemed likely to die before hatching.

Against all odds, she did indeed hatch - almost a week before the others. Priests either said she was cursed, and a bad omen. Others say she was a gift from the gods, with her pale milky white scales. Comparing the three, she was the smallest and sickly. While her siblings grew quickly and begun training, she failed to keep up. Her wings were too small and frail to let her fly, so she was sent to become a scholar. She learnt as much as she could, seeking a cure for her dwarfism. She wanted to fly so badly, to touch the heavens and soar through the clouds like all the rest. But she strained to hover a few metres off the ground at her best.

As she aged, she remained tiny. With every few years that passed, her siblings' visits became less and less, until they stopped showing up all together. Filled with heartbreak, loneliness and anger, she left the school and began to wander while living off the lands. She made friends of humans which was highly forbidden, but she covered her trail well so that the other dragons couldn't hunt her. She found her passion of alchemy, but with that came her disorder as well. She spends more time as the sweet and shy male dragon, but every now and then she blows off steam in her female personality. She can't control the switch, and has learnt to live with it.

Gender: Male

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Name: Atreyu (at-trey-you)

Age: Unknown; at least a few centuries

Breed: Avarius Chrium

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Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual

Gender: Female

Personality: A chaotic neutral. She loves to start conflicts and watch the drama unfold. She says she is quite older then most Avari, but refuses to tell anyone about her past. Sometimes immature, but she is an old soul at heart. She doesn't like to express her emotions, so most of the time she just results in being sassy and sarcastic so others just call her moody. She loves sunbathing and sleeping, and hates humans with a passion. Atreyu gets bored fast and her favourite past times are reading old books, studying useless things and pranking other Avari.

Strengths: She has an almost regal stature, and is able to unnerve others without putting in much effort. Her words are harsh but often truthful.

Weaknesses: She likes to act like she doesn't care, but on the inside she is hurting. Atreyu can be cold, snobbish and lazy. She has a god complex and isn't afraid to show it, causing most others to dislike her.

Backstory: Atreyu's original form was a woodland fox. She was young, fierce and cunning, but she also had an amazing imagination and a naive mind. One fateful day, she found herself trapped in a hunter's jaws. The metal cut into her leg, effectively maiming her.

When the hunter found her, he killed her. Even though she knew fairly well she was doomed she truggled to cling to life, and an Avarian that was close by saw her determination, fight and fearlessness, and decided to turn her into an Avarian before flitting away.

Atreyu never got to meet the Avarian that changed her, forcing her to go through the change scared and lonely. She developed a hatred for humankind. She wandered around the world until she met Naor, and the two became unlikely friends. Together they explore every inch of the earth, discovering wonders along the way.

Name: Kahlýre (kah-lie-er)

Age: unknown

Breed: Storm Dragon

Sexuality: Straight

Mate: Aerd'ri

Gender: Female

Personality and Appearance: Kahlýre is a gentle giant, motherly, but full of adventure. She loves exploring and soaring high among the clouds. She is a fast and swift flyer, and alot more agile in the air then most other dragons. She also has an abnormally large wingspan for her size.

Kahlýre has strong legs and sharp claws for taking down large prey, but she prefers to feed on fish and ocean animals. Her feathers and scales shine in the sunlight, and she can blind those who look at her for too long. She has emerald green eyes, and is patterned with whisps of purple, light blue, white and pink - the colours of twilight.

She is graceful and doesn't like to fight very much, but she will defend herself if she is threatened. She has spines along her back, and an unique deadly horn on the top of her head. She also has a full tail, in comparison to most other dragons' 'half tails', which allows her to turn quick and spin in a dime while in mid flight. She is the Typhoon type Storm Dragon.

Strengths: She is fast. Despite her size, her tail makes her able to turn easily in the sky. She can fly long distances at a time, and summon large storms and whirlwinds. Her scales are made up of an odd iridescent that can mimic the sun, which can cause mild eye soreness to blindness if you stare at her too long.

Weaknesses: She is too large and clumsy to be on the ground for a long time. Her wings get tired easily, therefore she glides heaps. She often is too forgiving, causing others to use her.

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Name: Aerd'ri (ay-ard-ree)

Age: unknown

Breed: Storm Dragon

Sexuality: Straight

Mate: Kahlýre

Gender: Male

Personality and Appearance: Aerd'ri is a much smaller dragon, with shorter wings. He is light on his feet and loves to zoom about in the sky and dive into the sea for short periods of time. His scales and feathers are the colours of the sea, with violet splashes and purple stripes.

He likes to sing - a bit like a nightingale - with short but sweet chrips and sounds unlike a normal dragon's nasty, shrill screeches, roars and squawks. Instead of poisonous spines on his back like most other dragons, he has a traslucent, almost glittery 'fin' on his tail. The edge of the fin is razor sharp to the touch, and can be used as a blade when fighting. However, he doesn't like confrontations. His bark is scarier then his bite.

He can swim very well, but normally stays in the shallows where its safer. Aerd'ri loves to play with other small dragons, and dragonets. He also loves to play tricks on Kahlýre. He is rebellious and slightly reckless. He is the Moonsoon type Storm Dragon.

Strengths: Good swimmer, very agile and charismatic. His voice is smooth and beautiful to hear. His tail can be used as a weapon if needed. He can fit in tight places and can hold his breath for long periods of time.

Weaknesses: Childish and sometimes naive. Other dragons tower over him. He gets distracted and impatient easily and doesn't like to be bossed around. He is known to not always think things through.

Name: Embry

Age: 11

Breed/Species: Zaletëhe

Sexuality: Straight

Gender: Female

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Name: Ömen

Age: 2

Breed/Species: Northern Wolf

Sexuality: unknown

Gender: Male

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