Northern Pack.

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    What is your Rank? 25

    1. Alpha male. (6) 24%
    2. Alpha female. (18) 72%
    3. A Delta hunter (15) 60%
    4. A Delta fighter (15) 60%
    5. An Omega. (7) 28%
    6. Medicine Dog. (1) 4%

    One day a howl sounds from the north. You go and see who or what made it. Many wolves surround you growlind and snapping at you. A decent looking female barks as /he wolves stop. She looks at you with interest as she asks " Hello. I am Starlight and this black wolf next to me is fang. We are members of the northerners (aka the northern pack.) Would you dare join us?" (Ps Starlight is the grey wolf in my picture and fang is the black one.)

    Namara stands a bit taller. "I will." she says, her voice steady.

    "Congradulations. Fang will now asses you." Starlight waved her tail as the black wolf calmly walked forward. "Lets see you fight. Hit me." Fang lowered himself and snarled.

    Namara crouched down with a snarl, then lunged toward Fang's paws. When he dropped to intercept her, she leaped up, paws folded under her, and mouth open wide. She grabbed his muzzle and pressed down so he stumbled a bit, then swept her paws under his legs to trip him.



    OOC: Sorry I was kind of powerplaying there, just showing what my character would have done, I won't powerplay normally.

    Without waiting for them to finish, Dacul lunged, potentially knocking the wolf of of his feet. He snarled and bit at his face, snapping his powerful jaws toward his eyes, and shredding his stomach.



    (A wee bit of powerplaying for me there too, sorry.)

    A ways away, what little rustling that could've been heard stops. A black muzzle pokes through the undergrowth, watching a circle of wolves around four others. One is a she-wolf by its scent, and she is standing back while two of the others inside the circle attack a large black male. One of the attackers is a female, while the other is male. Both are highly skilled in a fight, from what the black muzzle can see. It risks pushing the rest of its head out, to reveal the black is only a mask like on a fox or German Shephard, turning silver at the edges and then giving way to gold. The ears are colored similarly, the very tips being black before the silver lining and then gold. Twin gray eyes watch, tinged with blue like the glum ocean on a foggy day.

    [align=center]Greetings,


    Jaydream wrote:


    Namara crouched down with a snarl, then lunged toward Fang's paws. When he dropped to intercept her, she leaped up, paws folded under her, and mouth open wide. She grabbed his muzzle and pressed down so he stumbled a bit, then swept her paws under his legs to trip him.



    OOC: Sorry I was kind of powerplaying there, just showing what my character would have done, I won't powerplay normally.


    Please remember not to power-play, even if you are just showing what your character would have done. It annoys other role-players and can start fights in the future.


    If you have any questions, feel free to PM as I won't see it here. Thanks.


    --Origami

    The muzzle lifts by a fraction of an inch, hoping the wind isn't blowing her scent towards the pack. From what the eyes had seen earlier, it was a very fierce group, and she had never liked pack life, let alone packs themselves. For some reason, possibly because of this, packs didn't like her either.

    The head tilts, realizing that it was a test. What would a pack be doing recruiting around like this, especially around here? She'd lost track of how many loners she'd encountered. Most of them were hardened rogues that despised the very word pack.

    "You guys would be great Delta Fighters. Here lets test hunting skills. Go fetch me a caraboo please." Fang asked in a 'I know everything' kind of tone. Starlight gave her young son a glaring look.

    The muzzle vanishes back into the undergrowth, waiting for the two fighting wolves to go hunt so that she could follow them. She was never good at hunting, and besides, she could learn a thing or two from them if she was lucky.

    Starlight gave her rude son a haard nip before sniffing the air. '"Fang, I smell wolf!" She ran towards the intruder. Fang began to growl. "Who's there's" He howled.

    The wolf's ears go flat and she silently begins to back up, at a pretty fast walk so that she can get away fast while not having to make too much noise. She prays with all her might to Lupus that she won't be discovered.

    The she-wolf stops and tries to stand up a bit taller, hair standing on end as the rest of her was revealed. She has a black blanket on her golden body, rimmed with silver just like her mask, and black paws rimmed in the same way. Her tail is the same, where the silver divides the tail in half perfectly. Her eyes begin to smolder, looking down on the white wolf, as she is incredibly long-legged.

    Namara's hackles raised and she growled, a low noise rumbling in her chest.

    Dacul tensed, ready to lunge.



    (Could I already be accepted? Like... I was already part of the pack before? xD)