Posts by PartyGhoul

[align=center][font=cambria][size=8]Males — 3 | Females — 4
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Zev | ♂ | ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ɴᴏʀᴛʜ
wolf name | ♀ | roleplayer
Betas [2/2]
Striker | ♂ | { Divergent }
Adolpha | ♀ | ShadowLuna
Gammas [0/2]
wolf name | ♂ | roleplayer
wolf name | ♀ | roleplayer
Upsilon [0/1]
wolf name | ♂/♀ | roleplayer
Rhos [0/∞]
wolf name | ♂/♀ | roleplayer

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[justify][font=cambria][size=8]Etas [0/2]
wolf name | ♂ | roleplayer
wolf name | ♀ | roleplayer
Thetas [0/2]
wolf name | ♂ | roleplayer
wolf name | ♀ | roleplayer
Zetas [1/2]
wolf name | ♂ | roleplayer
Teva | ♀ | ☾ Sleepιɴɢ Wιтн Sιreɴѕ ☽

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wolf name | ♂/♀ | roleplayer
[color=white]Deltas [0/∞]
wolf name | ♂/♀ | roleplayer
[color=white]Epsilon [0/1]
wolf name | ♂/♀ | roleplayer
[color=white]Iotas [0/∞]
wolf name | ♂/♀ | roleplayer
[color=white]Kappas [0/5]
wolf name | ♂/♀ | roleplayer

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Prometheus | ♂ | ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ɴᴏʀᴛʜ
Irak | ♀ | buq
wolf name | ♂/♀ | roleplayer
[color=white]Omicrons [1/5]
Aaleyah | ♀ | Illyasviel
reserved for mars
wolf name | ♂/♀ | roleplayer
[color=white]Xis [0/∞]
wolf name | ♂/♀ | roleplayer

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[justify][font=verdana][color=grey][size=7pt]Aiyanna stayed silent through the whole ordeal of the Druid Beta confronting, and threatening, the pack. An idle voice was the best at that moment, in her opinion. What would snarling and snide remarks do in such a situation? When Desai ran off, most of the pack trailed behind him, each moving at their own speed with the injuries they received. Aiyanna waited until she was the last in the small clearing to move, opting to stay and look around at the green, brown, and white ground that was now stained crimson in several areas. A heavy churn started in her stomach at the sight of the gore, the deaths. These wolves had families, goals, potential, and the majority of them were led to their deaths for a reason they were probably ill-informed on. What leader would knowingly lead their pack to potential demise? Aiyanna could understand if there was no other choice, but the Druid pack had no reason for the attack other than greed and bloated pride.

Her ears stood erect, head rising to catch the muffled sound of a shattered heart's howl. Several more joined in, their tones lost and unnerved; and eerily beautiful in that moment of grief. It must have been for Kopa. On any other day, Aiyanna would have joined in, but the steady thrum of an aching throat kept her from anything more than a whine. She needed to soothe the throb and the slow drip of blood. It would have been smart to go back to the pack and be healed, but she couldn't bring herself to walk among another location shrouded in death, not yet. Instead, she limped off to the nearby lake at the end of the main river and just east of the pack.

There was a slight slope down to the sandspit of the water's edge, which the russet she-wolf eyed warily before sliding down it. Unfortunately, too much weight was put on her injured leg, causing her to stumble and fall into the shallow edge of water. Aiyanna let out a heavy breath, thinking of how pathetic she must've looked at this point. She crawled a few inches further until the water submerged the majority of her body. The gentle tongues of the liquid lapped at her wounds, offering her temporary healing. If only she could stay here in this brief bliss.

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Zev
AGE
5 years old
GENDER
Male
PREVIOUS RANK
Omicron
CURRENT RANK
Alpha Male
DESIRED RANK
N/A

KIN
Keeva - mother - deceased
Alistair - father - deceased
Enya - sister - unknown
CRUSH
To be determined
MATE
None
OFFSPRING
None

PERSONALITY
A wolf of many experiences, Zev is aged beyond his years. He's been cured to withstand the hardships brought forth in life, making him the epitome of stoic and versatile. Where most would tuck their tails and run for the hills, he'll stand his ground and devise a plan. The way he goes about things is poised and well thought out, and while he can be the mulish wolf around, he has no quarrels with seeking the advice of well trusted pack mates. Logic and sensibility is not lost in him. While he has an extremely calm, brooding air about him, there is a drive and vigor in the Alpha that one would expect from a young brute. In other words, when he wants things done, they get done.

Zev tends to be unapproachable in appearance, with that intense, perpetual knit of brows, but he's kept the respect and loyalty of his pack by being sociable, understanding, forgiving, reliable; a leader that can be confided in without the worry of being judged or treated unjustly. At the same time, if a wolf comes to him with knowledge of a broken law, he will act accordingly and punish those admitting and/or being accused (if he can manage, a lesser punishment than usual to those who turn themselves in).

While his aggressive side will occasionally be directed at his own pack, it is most notable among the presence of an enemy. It's almost unnerving how charmingly cruel he can be, how he can leave a shiver down the spine with a few simple words. When it comes to a loved one harmed or killed, his entire nature shifts into a bestial, vindictive brute that is willing to do whatever it takes to bring to justice those who have harmed. In these swollen, bad moods, he can often be aloof, harsh, and steely. He's enigmatic in that way, how no one can really determine if he's the kind leader or the brutal warlord.

APPEARANCE
While his physique is somewhat lean, each expanse of bone -- shoulders and hips -- are broad and muscular, built to withstand trials and weights that could rival Atlas' upholding of the world. Extending from them are long, toned legs, paws capable of killing with a single flick, and keratin claws that scar the earth. His limbs allow a long stride, a quick leap from A to B. Every aspect of his body catapults him above the standards of his already apex predator species, although it would do nothing but intimidate if he lacked dominance, which he does not.

Zev inhabits a dark, shaggy coat of fur. It is thick year round, an effect from being 'born' in a tundra rather than from growth of hair. There is a soft dusting of russet over the entirety of his body, and silver fur dots his the line of his spine. Beneath moonlight, strands of purple and blue can be seen tucked in his coat. As far as his eyes, they hold that intimidating smolder, that glare of an Alpha, but also the warmth of a loyal wolf. The irises are doused in honey and amber, rimmed with an almost crimson outline. In most cases, his eyes are received as kind and that of an old soul, but under darker circumstances, demons flood the irises with blood and ire.

HISTORY
Born to a nomadic pack, Zev never knew stability in his younger years. They traveled from place to place, never settling, but always picking up new wolves and dropping off others. Less of a pack and more of a group of ruthless rogues. His father, Alistair, happened to be one of those ruthless rogues, the leader of the traveling band, in fact. Unfortunately, his mother, Keeva, was to Alistair's liking, eventually being stolen from her birth pack and forced to become a nomad. When she bore his pups, her heart swelled with love despite having created lives with such a monster. That love was what eventually killed her. When Zev and Enya, his sister, where a year old, Keeva attempted to escape with them while the group slept. They got a little less than a mile before Alistair tracked them down, killed Keeva without a second thought and before their pups, and brought them back to the group.

Bloated with hatred and ire for his father after the murder of his mother, Zev developed his vindictive side and waited until he could avenge Keeva. Again, when the group was resting, Alistair and a new she-wolf sleeping several yards away from the others, Zev murdered his father as mercilessly as his father had his mother. The commotion was heard, of course, which caused a complete civil war among those who were forced into the group and those who upheld it. The fighting allowed Zev to reach Enya so they could escape, but, to his surprise, she was unwilling to go with him. Staying in the group would have been a death sentence for him, so he left alone.

A year of hard living and more traveling passed before he came upon the Ferine, a pathetic excuse for a pack. The wolf leading was selfish and bigoted, only interested in his well-being rather than the packs. It was a painful reminder of her paternal side, causing a peaceful pass through to turn into a challenge for Alpha. Trained by sly wolves and murderers, the Alpha was child's play for Zev. He fell within minutes, tongue lolling out to dip in his blood that pooled around him. Taking the role as Alpha, Zev rose to the occasion and nurtured the pack into what it is today — a dependable family.

OTHER
The Matador by The White Buffalo [click]

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ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ɴᴏʀᴛʜ
NICKNAME(S)
North
ACTIVITY
5/7 days
[color=white]MUSE
6-10/10
[color=white]OTHER
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[justify][font=verdana][size=7pt]NAME
Prometheus, goes by Theo (likes when others use his full name)
AGE
4 years old
GENDER
Male
PREVIOUS RANK
Omicron
CURRENT RANK
Omega
DESIRED RANK
Sigma

KIN
Karliah - mother - alive
Kamots - father - alive
Elisi - younger sister - alive
Lakota - younger brother - alive
CRUSH
To be determined
MATE
None
OFFSPRING
None

PERSONALITY
outward confidence and extreme arrogance (mainly to cover up his own insecurities), manipulating, devious, intelligent, mischievous by nature, eager to prove himself, pitiless, obstinate, he has a capacity for extreme acts of selflessness and loyalty to people he truly loves and cares for, there are rare times where he will display a strong sense of honor, a "fool for love" in every poetic sense of the term, lust for violence and love of brawling, extremely impatient and emotional, often nicknames the people in his life as insults and/or terms of endearment

APPEARANCE
taller than normal, slightly underweight, broad build, large paws, off-white fur, soulful yellow eyes

HISTORY
(minimum of 5 sentences)

OTHER

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NICKNAME(S)
North
ACTIVITY
5/7 days
[color=white]MUSE
6-10/10
[color=white]OTHER

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[justify][font=verdana][color=grey][size=7pt]The she-wolf limped out of the shallow end of the lake, the blood that matted her fur still present, but not as thickly as before. With an uneven shake, her injured paw held up, Aiyanna rid herself of some of the water that still clung to the cream of her underbelly. With claws dug into the soft dirt, she managed to hoist herself up over the slope down to the lake and back onto even land. Her convulsed with a shiver as frigid wind combed through her damp coat, though there was little she could do about it. Making the decision to lie in the water on the brink of winter wasn't the brightest idea, but it at least helped to numb the pain in her leg and neck. She began to hobble back to the pack, injured paw still lifted into the air, only to stop at the sight of Desai in the corner of her eye.

The playful wolf that everyone came to know was shrouded in despair and the weight of an Alpha. So quickly his life went from relaxed and carefree to the supporter and defender of a pack. She couldn't fathom what was on his mind, especially with the death of his father being how he inherited the rank. There was a part of her that wanted to continue on to the pack grounds, the part that had spent so many years alone, but she had made a promise to herself to make an effort to blend into the pack life again, so she let out a small holler. "Desai," The sudden influx of volume made her throat ache. Aiyanna swiveled her body to meet with the dark wolf, using her injured leg to walk so as not to bring too much focus to it, though a limp was still apparent each time weight was applied. When she reached him, it felt as though a lump formed in her throat. She wasn't good at comforting. "I, uh, I'm sorry about what happened." Aiyanna's ears pinned to her skull as her head dipped in the slightest. What could she say? She didn't know the loss of a parent, not really. "He would be proud of you, of how quickly you handled things." Her jaw tightened faintly as she scolded herself for approaching him without the skills to comfort. "I know the pack is."

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PLOTTING You're here!
ROLEPLAY Coming soon!

Please have a relationship with every wolf! I understand that some wolves will not know any of the pack, but we can still have an idea of what we want all of their relationships to be. That being said, what you plot here is not always set in stone as things can change quickly, so your wolf's relationships are always subject to change!

As far as plots, I won't require that you have one, but it would be nice to hear some ideas! If you and another person have plotted privately, please give me a run down of the plot either here or through PM so I know what's going on c:
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[justify]Wolf's Name:
Zev
Wolf's Rank:
Alpha Male
What kind of relationships are they open for?:
Friends, enemies, history with another (ex-lover, old friend, old enemy, member from birth pack, sister, etc), romantic interest (if your wolf wants a romantic relationship with Zev, PM me plot ideas and I will consider who he will be most compatible with), anything else you can think of.
Relationships they're not open for?:
N/A; I'll let you know if one comes up
Are you wiling to kill off your wolf?:
Yes
Any plot ideas?:
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[justify][font=verdana][color=grey][size=7pt]Aiyanna gave a small, nervous smile when Desai mentioned his preference of talking about more light-hearted things. Serious she could do, but light-hearted and goofy? She had little practice with the traits considering her years alone. She was thankful when he continued speaking as she had no words to lighten the mood with. Unfortunately, neither did he. The she-wolf shrugged, clenching her jaw as a line of pain pinched up her shoulder, and gave a half wolfish smile. "It may not be obvious, but reckless is my middle name, Desai." She said it with a joking glint in her eyes, something new for her. It was meant to be ironic, considering she was as careful and calculating as they came, and she hoped he understood that to save her from the silent embarrassment of a lame joke. "Besides, the water helped numb my injuries, which aren't that bad." It was unnerving for her to have someone show worry for her, unusual, though she knew she would have to get used to it within a pack.

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Updated all of the pack info, please take a look!

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[justify][font=verdana][color=grey][size=7pt]Even when he did give a soft chuckle, she could feel blood rush to her face in embarrassment. Either Desai had a wide range of humor or he was just indulging her. Either way, Aiyanna didn't try for another joke, that could be left to the more naturally humorous wolves while she worked on hers. When he spoke, a small smirk found its way onto her maw, amber irises flickering to give him a sidelong glance that looked sly in nature. The black brute mentioned heading back to the pack, though his voice came as background noise to her when she realized his own gaze lingered on her. Amber met gold when she turned her head to look him straight on, shoulders tensing slightly at the unfamiliar encounter, though it was short lived as Desai suddenly retreated with a breath.

Aiyanna blinked, jaw clenching and unclenching as she pondered any other reason for the brute to have gazed at her as he did. Perhaps mud had found its way onto her muzzle when she stumbled into the lake water... With a sigh of her own, the she-wolf swiveled her body move after Desai. Though he knew she was injured and she knew walking on her aching leg was bad for it, Aiyanna padded along with Desai on all four legs, grinding her teeth as pain shot up the lean appendage with every press of her paw to the ground.

As they walked, she paid careful attention to keep her eyes forward despite wanting gaze over at the male in thought from time to time. Her mind wandered over the memories of the day, how long ago morning felt. Aiyanna had so many questions at this point (what was their next move? how long until the Druids were spotted again? when would the territory be compromised by the neighboring pack?), but refrained from asking them for Desai's sake. He had the longest day of all of them and she knew he didn't want to think or talk of its tragedies. When would he though? A glance was finally thrown his way, though only for a fragment of a second, honey eyes glazed with concern. In the pit of her stomach, knots formed. Whether from the simple presence of the brute next to her or the thought that he might take a turn for the worse within the following weeks, she didn't know.