Posts by Dawnfox

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Name: Mara
What Does Your Wolf Name Mean (this will be your nickname): Means bitter
Gender: Fea
Age: Adult - seven years
Rank: Loner; currently, Omega; eventually
What Breed Of Wolf Are You: Timber wolf
Appearance (Pic Required): [img width=510 height=241]http://pre10.deviantart.net/1d…t2_by_naviira-d9euyw8.png[/img]
Personality: Astute, blunt, puzzling, are few of the words one would use when describing Mara. Mara has an incredibly sharp mind and shappy tongue, which she isn't afraid to use. Lacking physical prowess, she makes up for it with her rare intellect. Though she may not look like it, Mara's capable of unspeakable cruelty, oftentimes lacking compassion. She also isn't one to gamble and will weigh every decision with countless others before coming to a final conclusion. She’s not one that likes to take chances and will be the first one to “cut the strings.” She finds small pleasures in playful mocking and toying with other's emotions, but will only go as far as she thinks she can get away with. For all her cons, the grey wolf would seem rather unpleasent. But truth be told, she's very charming due to her courteousness and polite façade. However, she uses this charm of hers in ways of deceit to get what she wants. Due to the rest of her detestable and manipulative personality, she struggles with making any genuine or lasting relationships. Though not bad she isn't entirely good either, Mara won't necessaryily commit to something unless there is something in it for her. She's much of a grey character.
Talents {Max is 3}:
+ Intellect
+ Negotiation skills
+ Sharp tongued
Flaws {Max is 3}:
- Lack of physical strength
- Highly skeptical
- Overall nature
History: - brief overall history: Mara was born to a small pack of nomads. The pack rarely hunted, instead scavenging and stealing kills from other predators. They learned how to read the world around them in order to survive, rather than relying on strength in numbers alone. They practiced many odd traditions. Heartless traditions, where wolves are abandoned as yearlings and then re-initiated into the pack before the following winter should they survive. Those who did were worthy enough to carry on the family line.

Due to tradition, Mara went through such a ritual. For mouths she struggled with hunger, rival predators, and unforgiving weather alone. During this time, she stumbled a helpless crow named, Leto. Feeling pity for the creature, she nursed him back to health. Amazed by the wolf's determination to keep him alive and by her ability to do so, In exchange for his life, Leto vowed to follow the young Mara until the end of his days.

Eventually, Mara returned to her pack, but as a different wolf. Soon she grew discontent within her pack and familt. The affections she had once held as a pup between her own blood had been lost during her isolation, and as a result she left, seeking a new life.

Before long, the young fea joined a large pack known as the Banes. They were different from her birth pack, a large clan of bison hunters; strong, fierce, loyal and adored by many. Though, Mara wasn’t any of these things, instead she was frail, weak, cowardly and disliked. But she had something they all lacked, her intellect. Over time she put this asset of hers to use and became the liaison between surrounding packs, proving herself to be a skilled diplomat and strategist, forging many new alliances with former rival packs thus achieving a state of prosperity never seen before.

Despite her “efforts”, she couldn’t help but feel self-pity for being held in contempt with members of the pack due to her lack of strength and dexterity. As a result, she developed an intense jealousy of her pack mates concealed with self-hate, need for control and a desire to not appear weak, caused her to construct an absurd but severe superiority complex, provoking others into disassociating themselves with her.

Out of spite, Mara made use of her intelligence, position and connections to plot against them, turning alliances into hostile rivals in order to drive the pack to the ground. Those who survived were exiled, and a new pack took its place. Because of her efforts in usurping the Banes, Mara was given power and courting rights. Over the course of many years, three more packs succumbed to the same fate as the Banes at the mercy of Mara's scheming, and each time was given more and more power. Mara's reputation grew, and before long many surrounding packs grew to fear and detest the name.

Mara's latest Alpha however grew mad with suspicion and paranoia. He believed that Mara, his anointed beta, was plotting to overthrow and betray him like she did to so many others. Mara tried to reassure him the idea was delusional, but the Alpha insisted otherwise and ordered for her execution. So, she fled, barely escaping with her life, gaining a new scar in the process. For months she traveled far and alone, relying on the skills learned from her birth pack for survival. Having been exiled, the lone wolf now looks for a new life far away from her homeland in hopes that no one from her old life will ever find her.
Crush: Will develop an interest for Alistair
Mate: Uninterested
How Many Pups Do You Want, and if you don't want any, then just put none: Doesn't desire (will have eventually... probably).
Other: Can I use this form for a crow character? I have some plot ideas but they're a little long.

The dark fea followed the King, witnessing the beautiful scenery firsthand. When she heard the brute mention something of a "secret" part of the territory, it immediately snapped from her scoping. A small smirk slowly curved amidst her maw, "my muzzle is forever sealed." She said with a wink.

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So... I'm I accepted or not?

So, I've been having this idea lurking in my head for quite some time now, and it involves a tragic romance... Okay, maybe it's not tragic. I mean no body possibly dies. But more or less, it includes a "never meant to be romance". Does that sound cliche or what?... Anyhow here's the idea:

The alpha male's looking for an mate. While looking for a suitable mate, under some odd circumstances he meets an injured female loner. The alpha takes her in and her wounds are treated. After she is fully healed, the alpha demands she leaves, but she wishes to remain. After some tough decisions, he says she can stay but only if she takes on the role of omega. She accepts and leaves him to his duties. But soon enough, they became infatuated with one another and start seeking each other's company. However, because she is so low-ranked and mistrusting, it only deems as a cheap thrill. He becomes enamored with another female, one who is high enough rank to become his mate. Shortly afterwards, the female discovers she is expecting. She doesn't tell the alpha, because his mate is already expecting his heir(s). The female hides away her pup(s), either claiming their father to be a stray or out right giving them up. She doesn't want her pup(s) to feel second or burdened. As the pup(s) grow they start asking questions, though the female doesn't tell them the truth, it eventually slips through her. When the truth comes out an all right trial of heirs begins.

So, what do you? It is good? Bad? Beyond pretentious?
Type your thoughts, I'll love to hear what you think!

Corliss stood in amazement. She marveled at the beautiful scenery. How the glistening water and colorful flowers aligned so perfectly together, just astounded her. After some time, she finally spoke up, "I've to admit that you do have me awestruck." She turned to face Ahote. Glancing at him, she heeded how the smirk tugging at his maw liberated more of his handsome features. She looked him at for a time, before realizing the length of her staring. She quickly turned away and approched the waterfall, hoping he didn't catch her staring. If she could blush, she would've been as red as a strawberry.

Thanks :)
Fun fact: this was the original plot I'd in mind for Wolf's Kingdom, but...meh...
I'm thinking about creating a 2-4 person roleplay surrounding this idea, seeing as private-after-first-post threads tend to last longer than groups with a set plot.

Yeah, well, things happen
If we're going to roleplay this idea, what role would you be interested in playing?

- RisenDeath - If you like, you pick a role to play that is if you're interested.
- @xCountrybellx - All right then :)

I can play the female loner, if that isn't anything. Once we can get an Alpha male, I can happily make the roleplaying thread.

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Name: Letho
What Does Your Wolf Name Mean (this will be your nickname): 'To move unseen'
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Rank: Master of his flock and follower of Mara
What Breed Of Wolf Are You: White raven
Appearance (Pic Required): Has a slender build with narrow feathers and clean and well kept feathers.
Personality:
+ Loyal
+ Adventurous
+ Honest
+ Charismatic
+ Intelligent
- Sarcastic
- Whimsical
- Blunt
- Aloof
- Stubborn
Talents {Max is 3}:
+ Charisma
+ Undying loyalty
+ Resourcefulness
Flaws {Max is 3}:
- Poor judgment
- Doesn't think things through sometimes
- Things slip through him, whether he likes it or no
History: Letho was born and grew up in the lands of the south, where he was taught how to live and fend for himself by his parents. Upon becoming a Juvenile, Letho left the nest, often drifting from flock to flock in search of adventure. One day however, he got into a scrap with another male that left him alone and on the verge of death one cold spring morning. This was however until a young wolf named Mara stumbled upon the helpless bird and nursed him back to health. Amazed by the wolf's determination to keep him alive and by her ability to do so, In exchange for his life, Letho vowed to follow the young Mara until the end of his days.

Letho helped Mara survive during her months of isolation, and through the ordeal the two of them became inseparable. Even when Mara found her way back to her birth pack, Letho continued to follow her. Eventually, the two of them found their way into the Banes pack where he helped his friend accomplish her duties. Mara convinced Letho to start a flock of his own that would be in service to her. Letho agreed and found many willing ravens to join his cause. Soon enough, Mara had an entire flock of ravens at her disposal.

Letho watched with concern as his comrade become more and more obsessed with her toxic and manipulative lifestyle. Despite this, Letho continued to help Mara accomplish her goals, though regurarly voiced his distain over her friend's actions. Letho had made a vow to follow her until the end, and no matter what path her friend decided to follow, he was going to continue to obey no matter the consequences.

Even after Mara's exile from the south, Letho accompanied her north where she continues to follow and serve Mara as her eyes, ears and voice in places where she isn't, acting as if a medium of her will.
Crush: n/a
Mate: n/a
How Many Pups Do You Want, and if you don't want any, then just put none: n/a
Other: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*･ﾟ✧ howling wolves!

Thanks

Here's the rp thread: https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2444357.0

Corliss glanced up from the water, darting her bright yellow gaze at Ahote. She looked at him for some prolonged moments before catching the meaning of his words. She stood silent in bafflement preceding a smirk spread wide arcoss her muzzle. "That being?" She questioned, eyes grew dark and taunting.

Reserve medicine cat please? :)