Name: Nyx
Meaning “night,” Nyx embodies a mysterious foreboding presence, much like the darkness she’s named for

Gender:
Female

Age:
5

Rank: Warlord

Desired Rank: She's happy where she is.

Reputation:

"You may hate me, and that's fine by me... But you'd better respect me."

Nyx has worked extremely hard to fight her way up in the ranks. Nyx has killed and clawed her way up to warlord mainly because of her ferocity and ruthlessness in battle. Her nature of a cold, brooding killing machine benefits the pack tremendously, and the leadership doesn't feel threatened by her as long as her intentions don't drift towards the politics of the pack. She is known for being neither a follower or a leader, but someone you definitely want backing you up. She seems to have little to no morals, as she sees those as a weakness, yet her conscience is louder than she would like to let on. However, it would take a truly inspiring cause and catalyst for Nyx to ever act on moral code instead of logic. Paired with her brother, Rune, who is content as a Ranger, this sibling duo has both the love and hate of pack members, but always the respect.

Thoughts on the Trials:

She really couldn't care less. The politics of the pack irritate her, and as long as the new leaders respect her and give her enough space, she doesn't really have any qualms with it.

Rune: "You're f-ing creepy, you know that?"

Nyx: "Clearly not creepy enough- you still annoy me too much."

Physical Appearance:
Nyx is a striking and imposing figure—tall and lean, with a sleek yet strong frame that commands attention. She stand at 35 inches at the shoulder, weighing in at 135 pounds of pure muscle and cold rage. Her build is one of impressive agility, not overly muscular but still capable of surprising strength. She moves with a fluidity that blends speed and power, each step purposeful and controlled. Her tall stature adds to her presence, allowing her to stand out among other wolves, yet she retains the swiftness of her kind, with none of the bulkiness that could impede her agility.

Her coat is primarily a deep, jet-black, but it’s not uniform. Specks of graying hairs scatter across her fur, giving her a mottled appearance that catches the light in unexpected ways. These gray strands aren’t enough to make her look old, but they lend her an almost ethereal, twilight-like appearance. The speckling is particularly noticeable along her back and shoulders, adding depth and dimension to her sleek frame. This coloration serves her well in her environment, allowing her to blend seamlessly into the dusky shadows of twilight or the soft, dim light of dawn, where the darkness fades into light.

Nyx’s eyes are an icy blue, cold and piercing, standing out sharply against the black of her coat. There’s an intensity to her gaze that can be both mesmerizing and intimidating, a gaze that feels like it can see straight through to your intentions.

Her body carries the marks of her experiences—scars that speak of battles fought and survived. A jagged scar cuts across her face, running from just below her left eye to the bridge of her muzzle, a reminder of a close call with an enemy. Another scar lines her shoulder. Her right ear is particularly distinct, bearing a triangle-shaped chunk missing from the edge, a battle wound that hasn’t quite healed evenly, leaving her with a permanent badge of honor.

Nyx’s determination runs deep. When faced with adversity, she fights through it without hesitation, showing that her strength lies not just in physical prowess, but in an unyielding spirit that refuses to give up, no matter the challenge. Though fiercely protective of those she cares about, Nyx values her autonomy. She understands the importance of the pack but has an innate drive to follow her own instincts, trusting her judgment above all. If wolves could raise a middle finger, she would be continually flipping everyone off.

Nyx has a deep sense of responsibility toward her pack members and those close to her. She can sense the needs of others with a quiet empathy, often stepping in to protect or assist when necessary. She doesn’t overextend herself, but she’ll fight to the end to ensure her loved ones are safe. That being said, while she can sense emotions, she hates emotions entirely. If you think she's helping you get through your feelings from the goodness of her heart, be prepared for disappointment. She just considers this a liability that must be quickly remedied.

In the heat of battle or moments of danger, Nyx doesn’t freeze. She quickly analyzes her surroundings—just enough to form a plan—and then leaps into action. Her swift decisions make her a fierce ally, one who adapts on the fly when things don’t go according to plan. Nyx knows how to read a situation fast. She’s not the type to overanalyze; she assesses just enough to understand the next steps. She hates it when something is overanalyzed, and prefers to just get to the freaking point. When things change unexpectedly, she doesn’t hesitate—she adapts and adjusts her approach in real-time. There’s no overthinking, just a calculated response to whatever comes her way.

Beneath her tough exterior, Nyx holds onto the weight of her emotions. She rarely shows her vulnerability, fearing it might be seen as weakness. However, in moments of solitude, she wrestles with her need for connection, trying to balance her inner strength with her more tender feelings. While Nyx might not overanalyze, she’s sharp. Her mind works quickly, picking up on details others might miss. This allows her to outmaneuver opponents with ease, using her wit as much as her strength.

In moments of tension, Nyx isn’t afraid to crack a wry joke or offer a dry retort. It’s her way of diffusing the intensity of the moment. Despite this, she carries herself with a quiet, assured confidence, knowing her abilities without needing to boast. Nyx’s love for her pack runs deep, but she doesn’t easily let others in. She’s cautious about who she trusts and tends to keep her innermost thoughts and feelings close to her chest, only revealing them to those she truly believes are worthy of her vulnerability.

Crush: (TBD, You're welcome to PM me though if you want to work out a relationship)

Relationship Status: Single

Sexuality: Straight

Family Ties: Born to one of the lower females in the pack and sired by an unknown rogue wolf from the northern territories, where wolves are larger and bulkier framed, Nyx and her twin brother, Rune, are automatically recognized as uncommon. This was originally seen as a scandal and act of disloyalty to the pack when their mother was found to be establishing a romantic connection to a rogue wolf spawned from a foreign pack. As a result, the pups were shunned by many pack members in their early years, until their physical prowess was revealed as an excellent asset to the pack's ranks. Neither sibling has aspirations for leadership.

Pack Affiliations: (Open to friendships or allies beyond her brother, but she prefers to keep her circle small)

Other: Wolves have a slight webbing between their toes to help keep themselves from sinking too far into the snow. Wolves could easily eat 10 chickens.

Name:
Sikúnguaĸ

Name Meaning:
Greenlandic ; " Sweet Little Sea Ice, Sea Ice "

Gender:
Male

Age:
Five

Rank:
A Warlord

Preferred Rank:
He's Content

Reputation :
WIP

Thoughts On The Trials :
TBA

Appearance:
Stock Image. Credits To Wincey @ DA

This young male stands at an impressive thirty-six inches in height, dwarfing most of his companions - rarely has he found a wolf as tall as him. He's quite tall in size, and he has a nice set of muscles on him as well - them showing his strength and youth. When it comes to his build, one can say he's quite a perfect balance. His height giving him an advantage as he can take longer strides, making it easier to catch up with fleeing prey. And with his usual weight being 128 and if he's been eating good he can bulk up to 142 - so he can easily slide between being a tank, using his size and strength against another or being right at that medium - able to utilize both speed and strength. He's very useful in hunting situations, able to keep pace with slimmer and quicker wolves - though of course, he can and will be outdone by those blessed with swifter feet. Yet, he's also able to help those on the heavier side if needed, and also hold his own against tougher prey - whilst waiting for help to arrive. He's also a rather long and limber wolf, being seven feet from nose to tail. It's easy to say he's rather robustly build, having a healthy and strong appearance to him - it's speculated he's descended from MacKenzie Valley Wolves, known for their large build - but that's just rumors you know. His head is a bit larger and rounder than most wolves you see, and not to mention his slightlyshortened ears and his rather thicker and more obtuse muzzle.

If one were to describe his fur, they could easily describe it as fresh winter snow. His fur is rather pleasing to look at - the male being almost pure alabaster in coloration . The only imperfection is the slight cream around both of his ears, otherwise one could say he was a white wolf. It can be said that this young male is quite the looker, not only because of his well-muscled build and healthy appearance but also the lucious fur he possesses. It's quite humorous as it makes him appear larger than he already is. It's no secret his fur is very thick, and he has quite a lot of it. It definitely could make a girl jealous, and not to mention if one were to touch it - it's rather soft. So soft it could lead to envy from others. His fur is particularly thick and extra noticeable around his face, as it comes out around it - giving him a rather stoic and handsome look. Not to mention, his fur is also rather bushy - particularly his tail, he has a rather thick and bushy tail and it's very soft to lay on. Overall, his fur is fairly healthy and well-groomed, he doesn't like to have a messy appearance as it would reflect badly on him. It's not uncommon to see him grooming his fur with a pinecone or cleaning dirty fur in a stream. He prides himself on his appearance, and he will make sure he is up to his personal high standards when it comes to that. It's also worth mentioning that in the winter times, this male is extrafluffy.

If it isn't already noticeable, this male takes pride in his appearance, along with how he is portrayed to the world. Most would agree that their is an tantalizing aura of mystery that surrounds him. He walks with confidence - his shoulders straight, his posture to ultimate perfection, and standing at his proper height. Walking with grace and elegance - even for someone of his height, it can be said that when he walks, he actually floats. His steps being airy and silent, and to most - quite eerie. He's known to pop up out of no where - but not on purpose half the time. He also has his quite interesting eyes - they are could be classified as an amber color, but their is a darker vermillion hue to his eyes - yet, at times it can appear like liquid honey to those looking at them. If you observe closely you can see the dark golden color of his eyes and the around his pupil you notice the light-brown, almost shimmering ring around it. And then you notice the darker reddish-yellow hue as well, that can grow quite brilliant underneath lighting.

Personality:

Name: Anya
Age: 7
Gender: Female
Rank: Unmentionable (Former Ranger)
Desired Rank: She no longer dreams for herself—only for her children. If given the choice, she would simply wish for respect to return, but she knows better than to expect it. In her wildest dreams, she would be returned to her Ranger status, but she knows this will never be so.

Reputation:
Anya is a name whispered rather than spoken—if it's spoken at all. Once one of the most respected Rangers in the pack, known for her sharp mind and unwavering loyalty, her fall from grace was swift and public. Her relationship with a rogue—though brief and deeply personal—was deemed a betrayal, and the pack cast her down.

But despite her title as "Unmentionable," Anya still moves like a wolf who remembers what it was to be trusted. She does not beg for redemption, nor does she wallow in shame. Instead, she serves: quietly, competently, without complaint. Her intelligence hasn’t dulled, nor has her sense of dignity—though both are now guarded. She carries herself with a solemn grace, the kind that makes the younger wolves wary, as if they sense there’s more to her story than they’re allowed to ask.

Her pups are the only wolves she allows herself to love openly. And for them, she would burn the world down.

Thoughts On The Trails: She’s wary. The trails are a place of shifting loyalties and unpredictable danger—not unlike the pack. She worries for Rune and Nyx but knows better than to try to stop them. She believes they must walk their own paths, even if they leave her behind to do it.

Appearance:
Anya is long-limbed and elegant, with a wiry frame built for endurance. She moves with a kind of unshakable purpose, even when reduced to the most menial tasks. Her coat is a dark silvery ash, with hints of deep sable along her spine and legs—like shadows rippling through fog. Her eyes are a cool, amber gold, often unreadable, and harder than they used to be.

Age has brought a touch of gray to her muzzle and slowed her only slightly, but there's still a power in the way she holds herself. She's not physically large, but there's something in her gaze, in the way silence follows her, that commands a certain hush—even now.

Personality:
Anya is pragmatic, deeply intelligent, and quietly proud. She doesn’t seek sympathy or forgiveness. What was done is done. But she has never stopped believing that she did what she had to do—and that love is not a betrayal, no matter what the pack claims.

She has a sharp, analytical mind and sees patterns before most others do. If the pack still listened to her, they would benefit. But they don’t—and so she stays silent, watching from the margins, protecting what she can, enduring what she must.

She is not bitter, but she is not soft. Her devotion to Rune and Nyx is absolute, and while she urges them to forge ahead without her, her greatest hope is that one day, they might shift the tides that cast her out.

Anya believes in legacy, in resilience, and in love that withstands exile. She is the shadow behind the flame—overlooked, underestimated, but never broken.

Crush: None. Her heart still lingers in the wilds, with a wolf she never stopped wondering about.

Sexuality: Straight

Relationship Status: Single. She still suffers from a broken heart, both from her lover's betrayal and the pack's. She refuses to be hurt again by another relationship gone bad.

Familial Ties / Relationships: Mother to Rune and Nyx. Estranged from most of the pack, though a few elders still remember her with reluctant respect.

Offspring: Rune (son), Nyx (daughter)

Pack Affiliations: TBD