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It's chill.
Imperial Sands said:
I changed it to Apprentice 3 unlesss you want a different one as Spell did actually reserve Apprentice 2 i just cant read apparently.
Nirvana_Sky said:
Reserve Warlord 3 and Apprentice 2
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Freydis and Agnar and Floki are cominggggggg |
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I dont remember their ranks to reserve them ;-;
Mother said:
Freydis and Agnar and Floki are cominggggggg
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{ A G N A R } Credits for all images go to skyfever on DA. Age: 4 Years Gender: Male Rank: Warrior Rank Wanted: Warlord Dominance: 4 Appearance This male is, frankly, massive. Standing at 34 inches and weighing in at nearly 170 pounds, he certainly has all the qualifications for brute force. His body is well-muscled and set in such a way as to provide him with impeccable strength and endurance. His speed and agility are hindered by his size, but he is not in a deep deficit of such things. His thick coat has a deep black base coloration. Slate and silver hairs create a rippling appearance and lighten him in some places. His neck, shoulders, and hind ventral are most decorated with this color mixture. His elbows and along the inside of his shoulder blades are also significantly lighter. A few light gray patches reside on his flanks, elbows, tail, and back legs. His face is a shiny black; how light it appears depends on the sun's strength. His coat, overall, has an almost liquid-like appearance to it. Agnar's eyes are a pale yellow. They almost appear gray, though the slight hint of gold offsets that notion. His stare is intense, unwavering, and cold. While he does not make an effort to really hide his emotions, his relaxed face often appears as though he is much more mysterious than he is intending to be. Combined with his foreboding coloration and large stature, this male is quite intimidating to those who don't know him -- and even some who do. His walk is a powerful, languid stride. There is no uncertainty to this male; he has a steady, eerily calm way about him. His low tone is composed and collected, even in the most heated of situations. Personality Agnar has a cold stoicism to him. As his appearance suggests, he is a very capable individual, and not just in physical strength. His mental prowess is just as great; this wolf is extremely intelligent and strategy-driven. He is a warrior through and through; his plans are always centered around the goal of maintaining the pack's wellbeing and success. The means by which that occurs is completely in the air. He can play fair, or he can fight dirty. Agnar is loyal to his pack as a whole. Certain wolves hold more respect or admiration than others, but he would never cause harm to any of them from a place of malice. Unless, of course, they were traitors or otherwise unworthy of any wolf's respect. Agnar has no problems with bloodshed. He's killed before and he will kill again, and perhaps one day he himself will be killed. It is simply the way of life. Even during times of peace and overall relaxation, this male is calculating. He is not always thinking up plans for battle or hunts; occasionally, he thinks of more normal things as well, such as trying to figure out another wolf's mind or predicting the weather. He can be a fairly easygoing creature, though he is never one to be stepped upon. Agnar will not hide his dislike for a wolf, no matter their rank, especially if they treat all those below them as wretches. He is patient in some ways and short in others. When dealing with pups, executing strategies, and hunting or fighting, he has all the time in the world to watch, respond, and perform perfectly. However, when it comes to adolescent wolves, whining, blatantly snide comments, or picking fights, this male becomes the "you started it and I will finish it" figure. And he will act on his words, usually to the hurt ego of the other parties. He does not share his feelings or thoughts outside of working. Even those who consider themselves to be closest to him have but a small glimpse into his emotions, his desires. He has a strong set of morals and does not deviate from them; Agnar can be described as quite chivalrous, though he is no respecter of rank alone. Lineage means nothing to him, and anyone who banks on their heritage for sway in anything disgusts him. Agnar does not tolerate obnoxiousness, whining, laziness, lying, or anything else of the sort. He is a rule follower. He can be fairly snarky when annoyed or agitated. Agnar is mature, though, and he almost always acts as such. He will become playful around pups and perhaps share a joke or two with other males his age, but he is mostly just a wisened wolf with leadership capabilities. Backstory He was born and raised in the pack. He excelled in his apprenticeship and is now serving as a warrior in the pack. He has aspirations. That's all there is to it, really. Affiliations Open Crush: None Mate: None Pups: None Other Six butters flew. I saw them. |
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{ F R E Y D I S } 
Credits for images go to landkeks-stock on DA. Age: 3 Gender: Female Rank: Warrior Desired Rank: Higher Dominance: 6 Appearance Freydis is a lovely wolf. She stands at a solid 30 inches and weighs in at a healthy number for her height, albeit on the slightly lighter side. Everything about her is long and relatively slender. Her build is muscular and lithe all at once, giving her boosted agility while still maintaining a considerably formidable strength. She is certainly not the strongest when it comes to brute force, but she has impressive stamina and is surefooted and nimble. Freydis is lighter in her coloration. Her coat is made up of an array of honeys, tawny browns, and ambers, with the occasional dark streak or extra light section making a more jarring appearance. Her fur is on the shorter side but is thick and soft, providing her with ample warmth and basic protection against claws and teeth. She doesn't leave gobs of fur lying around, so that's a plus. Six butterflies. Her scruff is thick and the fur is longer here and around her ears, giving her a semblance of a short mane. This fur dwindles back down once it reaches her shoulders and just past her shoulder blades. Freydis's shoulders and along the sides of her back are the darkest areas by far, reaching a near black color. They contrast with an immediate transition to a paler creamy tan, which gives in to grays and more honey and tawny colors. Her face is checkered with a little bit of every color, and the bases of her ears are nearly red-orange. Her tail tip is black. Freydis has piercing yellow eyes that are surrounded by darker fur that resembles winged eyeliner. Her eyes often appear to hold no emotion and can easily be described as unsettling. Her left eye hosts a scar just above the browbone at a slight angle and another that appears to be a continuation of the first, streaking across and beneath her lower eyelid. It is not a very deep scar, though, with her shorter facial fur, it is more noticeable. She hosts many other scars that are scattered across her frame. Such is the life of a warrior. However, none of them have been worthy of stories, in her opinion; they are simply from doing her job. Freydis has a fairly sultry voice, low and silky, that matches her appearance well. Her words and movements, when she is not in danger, are languid and steady. They are always well thought-out. In the heat of battle, her voice takes on a scary harshness, and her movements are quick and nimble. Deadly. She is deadly. Freydis is a poisonous rose. Personality On the outside, this wolf is rather sweet. She charms those around her with words they want to hear, feeding their desires in a subtle, innocent manner. Freydis is witty, charismatic, and persuasive. Her softer appearance and her approach to things give her a harmless look about her, allowing her to get close to multiple wolves. From there, she continues to work her magic until her own goals are achieved. She may appear docile and perhaps even submissive, but she is a fierce creature. Freydis is ambitious and constantly works to prove herself, to her pack, to be reliable, strong, loyal, and worthy. Worthy of what, she cannot say. Love? Fear? Respect? A rank? ...Acceptance? In her younger years, and perhaps now still, she was looked down on by many. She knows this, and she cannot let it go. She lives to be the greatest. Freydis is cunning, intelligent, and wily. The line between facade and reality with her is so blurred that it's impossible to tell whose side she's on or what her real plans are. The only firm, set-in-stone, foundational truths to this she-wolf are these: she is loyal to the pack, she works hard, and she's after the high ranks. She respects the wolves holding them, obviously, but even the greatest legends leave the world. Her emotions are unknown. She messes with everyone, but only a few are genuine. The question is, which ones? In summation, she is a different kind of dangerous. Freydis whispers in many ears. She turns many hearts. She lulls wolves into a dangerously relaxed state. Whether or not her intentions with any one wolf are malicious is unknown. She is an enigma -- a smart, calculating, devious enigma. And a fierce warrior to boot. Backstory She was born into the pack. Her father was a Thrall; it was quite the scandal when her mother was found out. Her Thrall father chose to flee during the night instead of face his punishment; his cowardice brought the damnation upon his children in turn, leaving them to be raised by a humiliated warrior and scrutinized by the rest of the pack. As such, Freydis started out from the near rock bottom. She's fought hard to work her way up the ranks, and she does not intend to stop until she has achieved at least warlord. Freydis has a deep desire to right her family's wrongs in the eyes of the pack, and nothing can stop her. Affiliations Valdís -- Floki -- The relationship with her brother is a complicated one. While he did raise her for most of her puphood, his growing hatred for the pack has been rather off putting. She loves him, and she wants to protect him, but he has begun to make her grow wary. Freydis often finds herself questioning his mental stability, and the thought of an unhinged genius is almost scary. Buffy -- She can pretend to ignore him all she wants, but he always seems to pop up in the most unexpected settings. From her growing interactions with him, he's become less of a high and mighty ethereal being and more of a relatable, almost friendly wolf. She likes his company and his occasional compliment or weird line, but she'd never admit that. He does make her feel like a pup again, though, and she hasn't had this kind of giddy feeling in a while. Even when he's not physically there, the thought of him simply existing does cheer her up. Ugh. Crush: Yes Mate: None Pups: None Other |
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{ F L O K I } Credits for all images go to windfuchs on DA. Age: 5 Gender: Male Rank: Omega Desired Rank: Loner Dominance: 3 Appearance This handsome male stands at 36 inche and has a lean but well-muscled form. His body is well-proportioned, though the length and thickness of his coat parrot often makes his short-furred legs appear thinner in comparison. His size gives him a free pass for intimidation and a small bonus as far as brute force is concerned. His overall build, however, has proved effective when it comes to endurance and agility. He has a good speed, but he is nowhere near the fastest over short distances; Floki's zero-to-sixty takes a little longer. His coloration is lighter: honeys, ambers, creams, slates, and blacks race across his frame almost haphazardly while still maintaining symmetry and aesthetics. The darkest parts of him are along his ridge line, upper tail, shoulders, striping his neck, and framing his cheekbones and eyes. Lighter whites and creams are situated between the slate, on his muzzle and lower jaw, and the lower half of his body. Darker ambers and honeys are strewn to outline indentations and muscles as well as the occasional cross-section marker (along his cranial and dorsal lines, for example). His paws and lower half of his legs are almost completely white. Floki's eyes are a pale amber color and carry a sort of intensity to them that sends across a message that is hardly ever close to welcoming. He carries himself with a predatory gait -- languid, calculated, and dangerous. He smells like a cold autumn night after a hard rain -- not at all unpleasant, but it does add to his frosty exterior. His voice is somewhere between a tenor and a base, but he speaks eloquently and persuasively enough without sounding too weak or too threatening -- it's perfectly balanced, almost seductive. He has many scars, the majority of which have come from hunts and border skirmishes that he has been forced along for, though several of his gashes are from other wolves above him. Despite his size -- or perhaps because of it -- Floki is a good hunter and a skilled fighter. He is not well-suited for catching small game, but put him in a group to take down large prey and you will not be disappointed. His jaws mean death. Being the lowest rank, though, he does not often get to participate in such "important" work. Personality He does not care to unnecessarily shed blood, but he certainly has no problems with killing another wolf -- particularly if that wolf has dark intentions towards his sister or himself. Floki prefers more discreet methods of torture to other's physical ones, using words and psychological manipulation to weaken his enemies. He is smart, cold, calculating, and definitely not a wolf to cross lightly. Floki is a subtly dominant creature, demanding either fear or respect from any other wolf beneath him. The only creature he ever seems to give way to without a second thought is Freydis. Of course, he does not completely overshadow everyone else's thoughts with his own. He takes suggestions into consideration and weighs their merit. Sometimes, the ideas of others are accepted. Other times, he goes his own way. Here, at least, he is much more rational than certain others who will not be mentioned by name. Floki is an incredible actor, much like his sister. Because of this, he knows that he is a mere pawn in her game. He accepts it. He loves her anyway. His own acting choices are used to hide his emotions and put on an incredibly convincing front of a colder individual than he really is. He does have feelings, and he does want to succeed -- he just wants it done his way, and his way ensures the the demise of the pack is set in stone. He is not as apathetic as he portrays himself to be, though, and is fairly reasonable. His loyalty is unquestioned, but it is debated as to whether or not he is loyal to the pack. The truth is that he does indeed care for many of the individuals within it. After all, he was born and raised here. However, his priority is to take back what he lost. Floki is a stubborn creature, fairly callous, and deadly calm. He is disinterested in others' emotions, for the most part. He turns a deaf ear to negative gossip, ignores jabs or snappy comments, and could not care less if another wolf was whispering about him. Worst comes to worst, he'll fight them in a one-on-one combat battle or just push them off a cliff. Or turn around and give their secrets to the highest bidder. His moves, whatever they may be, are made with careful planning and are executed smoothly. He is his own well-oiled machine. Backstory Floki came from the first of two litters between a warrior, Gerti, and a Thrall, Erik. When he discovered his father was an omega, he chose to hide his mother's secret rather than expose her. Unfortunately, this backfired brilliantly: just when he had achieved the rank of warrior, his mother's second litter came and Erik gave away his being the sire. It became known that Floki had hidden the relationship, and he was demoted to the lowest of the low. He cared for little Freydis after Gerti died and Erik ran away. He raised her. His sister's simmering hatred caused her to rise in the ranks, challenging and destroying as she went, but Floki stayed behind. His rage burned, but he never fought for power. He doesn't want to help the pack. He wants it destroyed. Affiliations Valdís -- Freydis -- He almost considers her a pup or a niece rather than a sister, seeing as he raised her for quite some time. He is proud of her for her ambition and achievements, but at the same time, they make him bitter. He feels they are drifting away from each other, that she will choose this pathetic lot of cretins over her own kin, but that remains to be seen. If he has any heart left to break, his little sister may be the only one capable of shattering it. Crush: None Mate: None Pups: None Other |
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Lilith Age: 4 Gender: Damsel Aroma: Peppermint and Cedarwood Rank: Warlord Desired Rank: Content Dominance Level: 3 Appearance: Lilith is huge female wolf unusual to wolf female size. She is standing at 34 inches at the shoulder to the ground. She weighs about 115 pounds. Lilith has always been a fighter throughout the years. She is battlescarred wolf with scars littering face to tail. She has the known scar across her muzzle from a scratch mark. Lilith is a black wolf with two front paws white. Her fur is long and curly causing knots and stick,leaves, or pine cones to get caught in her fur. Lilith has huge paws and long jagged sharp claws. Her eyes are bright yellow with a hint of blue in the left eye due to scratch that cause a little vision problems. (Sorry for both of the appearances. ) Personality: Lilith is cold and calculating with nothing good to say to anyone most of the time. Though she is massively intelligent with battle plans and pretty much in general. She is usually to cold everbody but the Earl and Lady for their respect. She is very sarcastic and known to be sarcastic is serious situations. She has no mercy for anyone willing to kill anything that shows no respect or well disobeying. She has her morals of right and wrong. She is quite feared from the younger wolves as she is phenonamal fighter with nothing to loose. She is also feared with how unpredicatable she is. She is never seen with emotion always with cold hard emotion on her face of neutral. She doesn't get mad easily. It takes a lot to piss her off. She is much of a observer and to calculate actions and words. She will find out a weakness and use it as her advantage in battle. For her enemies she doesn't quickly attack. She is happy enough to be patient to collect all the information before she launches her move at the perfect timing. Lilith has already have a bad wrap about her looks and especially her kill count. Lilith is quite witty and great at battle experiences from the past. She is never been questioned of her loyalty. Though she can barely be seen as loving. Others have to take time. Lilith is though passionate wolf about her pack. If a wolf comes up to her with problems or concerns she will be understanding to them and try to help them out. She is selfless for any of her pack and she will die trying to keep everyone back from raid alive. Though everyone does usually. Though she will never want to take that chance. She is truly lonely, but the hatred of herself and everything about her eats at her mind. She isn't cold sinister battle wolf everyone thinks. She's a butterfly with a broken wing that needs some loving. Strengths: +Strength +Agility +Hiding +Witty Weaknesses: -Running -Water -Enclosed Spaces -The Summer Backstory: Born in the pack. Ahh I have no idea to put. Crush: Open for development Mate: No Pups: None Kin: Eudora(Mother): Her mother... A mother that was there but never truly there. She just wants validation once from her mother. As her mother treated her like one of her omens that she would see. Lilith has always thought she was just a bad seed that her mother didn't care for. As she grew older she has resentment for her mother. But she still tries to keep an eye for her even if it hurts her. And it always does. Affiliations: open pm me Other: |
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⌌⊱⇱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰⌍ Keme ⌎⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⇲⊰⌏ Age: Six Gender: Female Rank: Nomadic WolfDesired Rank: Unknown
Dominance Level: One
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 [credit goes to Khalliysgraphy on da] A female of impressive height, Keme stands with a stature of 32 inches. Her physique is that of a lithe one, her body best used for remaining quick and stealthy over power. That isn't to say that the female doesn't have muscle, simply that it isn't the first skill that she relies on. Indeed, while not the heaviest nor most powerful of wolves, she certainly is able to hold her own front given the situation. She is renowned for her ability to defend herself in battles, understanding her body and how to use it to her advantage. Thus, despite not being the strongest, it doesn't mean that she is powerless. Her speed and stealth is beneficial to her, for she is best known for using them during dangerous events. Quiet as a ghost and so fast that if you blink, she may be gone, Keme is able to upkeep her own. She has a thinner frame with muscular legs and shoulders, powering her during hunts. Her fur is groomed, falling upon her body in a satisfying manner. Keme has a lengthy tail that is impressively fluffy, as is her neck. When taking in her ears, they seem to be larger as well, and her snout thicker. In terms of her coat, she has various colours worked into it. A series of reds, creams, greys, and more are seen scattered across her coat, as if somebody splattered her with it. She has no set pattern, and if one were to figure out which colour is where, they may end up lost. Truth be told, Keme's coat is a confusing one. Reds sit on creams, blacks upon whites whites upon creams, it truly is difficult to tell. For the most part, and perhaps the most important, is that her pelt allows Keme to blend into her surroundings. Her coat seems to be darker when viewing the top half of her body. Blacks and greys sit upon her pelt at that point, cloaking her back and face. It resembles that of a hooded cape, while the rest of her remains on the redder/cream side. This red is also seen upon her face, entirely coating her ears and top snout. Her nose is that of a black one, her eyes an amber that often radiates kindness and warmth. In terms of her voice, it is a slightly deeper, almost melodic one. In terms of scars, Keme has a few of her own. Truly, it would be a wonder if she didn't. Given her older age, it's only fair that she would have obtained her fair share. A few remain scattered around ranging in both depth and size. Detailed Personality: Free-Spirited || Confident || Stoic, yet Kind || Passionate || Highly Cunning and Strategic || Loyal || Unique || An Oddity at Times || Observant || Extroverted || Optimistic || Insouciant/Nonchalant || Protective || Articulate || Sometimes Makes no Sense || Maternal || Very Loving || Welcoming || Loyal || Brutally Honest || Patient Keme is best known for being a free-spirited individual, as well as a slight oddity. She is often seen doing her own, peculiar things that may seem uncustomary. She is also a fairly warm and kind creature, welcoming all those that approach her with open arms. In truth, it is difficult to upset Keme, for even if somebody attempts to, she is nonchalant about it. That isn't to say that she isn't uncaring, not at all. There is a big difference between the two, and rather than growing upset, she simply remains casually calm and relaxed. Highly cunning and strategic, many may underestimate her due to her warmth and overly kind personality. However, she is very smart, able to create various plans and proceed with ideas that may benefit the pack as a whole. She is also passionate, and when she believes in something, it is difficult to sway her mind. She would do anything in her power to convince another on her side if she believed that an idea of hers would work, for she is also articulate and persuasive. When she disagrees with something, Keme is brutally honest. It is perhaps one of her best and worst traits, for she always tells the truth regardless if it hurts another. She doesn't believe in covering up the truth, and deals her words carefully, but effectively. She is a rather observant individual as well, always meandering around and taking in her surroundings. She seems to pick up on things that others may not, offering her an advantage in certain scenarios. It isn't uncommon to see her lingering or stalking about. Many don't even question it anymore, for Keme is known for her peculiar actions. When confronted, she creates a jumble of words that hardly make sense before proceeding on her way. Patient and loyal, Keme is a good companion and friend to have. Others may take comfort knowing that she would put them first before herself in any situation, and is also very maternal. Even towards her friends, she seems to often check in on them or offer her services need they anything. Overall, despite being rather odd at times, Keme is a very loving, selfless creature. However, there are also times where she may appear more.. scary. For one, her cunning, and two, she is strategic in battles. Her kindness is not something to be overlooked or underestimated, for Keme can be a force to reckon with depending on the situation. Not to mention, she is unpredictable, and because she is an odd one, her moves are difficult to determine. Who knows if she'll use a tree to her advantage, or perhaps scale a rocky wall. Keme, to put it plainly, and kindly, is unique.
Backstory: There isn't much to Keme's story. Born within a small pack of seven, the group of theirs struggled with limited resources. They did not have the numbers nor the territory to survive properly, but they managed. Seeing at how small the pack was, it only made sense that any offspring produced were sacred. Unfortunetely, there were none, not until Keme declared herself expecting. Herself and her mate at the time were meant to produce the next generation. The current pack's leader was growing old, and so one Keme's own children was meant to replace him. Of course, some things never go as planned, and Keme delivered three stillborns. Whether it was her fault or not didn't matter. She was turned away, declared untouchable. It was said that something was wrong with her, and because the pack was so small, they could not support a female that could not produce any future generations. Thus, she was exiled.
Crush: None
Mate: None
Pups: None, deceased
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