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Username- TheShinyEevee

Wolf Name- Elinnia
Nickname- Linn
Gender- Female
Age- 19 moons
Rank- Guide
Kin- N0va/Father Trasee/Mother (Beta Couple Of An Unknown Pack)
Divination(if you're a seer)-
Learning(if you're a pupil)-
Main Skill(Hunting/Fighting if you're a standard wolf)- Linn is destined for speed.
Appearance(picture preferred)- [img width=510 height=340]https://p.gr-assets.com/540x54…ges/1379779481/392762.jpg[/img]
Personality- Determined to guide pups in a technique in fighting, The 19 moon old Linn had little to personalize herself with. If she was around pups, she would have such a care free, bubbly personality, with some seriousness on the side. When pups aren't near, Her serious side would show more.
Crush/Mate/Pups-
History- At the ripe age of 6 moons, Linn was used to the constant beatings received from her first pack. She learned as a youngen to show no emotion, and as this happened, beatings would come less frequently. 5 moons later, 11 moons to be more exact, Linn was finally fed-up with being the lowest of the low in her pack, and on her 11th moon, would sneak from the pack.
With her Father, Beta N0va, on the hunt to find her, and punish her, Linn had to adapt to being alone fast. She would constantly wake in her place of temporary passion at sun rise, when her first beating of the day would come.
The original Omega would go on to find life in another pack at 13 moons, not able to bare the torture of being alone. After being forced into tough battles with other wolves (after ranking up a bit) and doing as she was told, it only took 4 moons for the omega-born to become a guide in fighting.
As the pack would be outrun by a gang of rogues and lone wolves, and even after coming close to a date with death, The 17 moon old wolf was able to just barely escape. Still holding a battlescar slashed across her cheek, she moves onto new beginnings after 2 moons of being lone again.
Other- If anyone mentions how she was born-omega, Expect a mad Linn. Also, She will never kill a living being. Only injure it.

Wolf Name- Calipso
Nickname- Calipso
Gender- Male
Age- 22 moons
Rank- Lone Wolf (Lives Out Of Pack Territory)
Kin- Mono/Father Vale/Mother (Lone Wolves - Deceased)
Divination(if you're a seer)-
Learning(if you're a pupil)-
Main Skill(Hunting/Fighting if you're a standard wolf)- A skilled hunter he is.
Appearance(picture preferred)- [img width=510 height=379]http://packoftheriver.yolasite…g?timestamp=1280261885423[/img]
Personality- Unless he is with anyone that could cheer him, he is immediately a threat to any strangers who encounter him.
Crush/Mate/Pups-
History- A man doused in anger would be a man doused in mystery. Not much is known about the wolf, besides the severe case of amnesia he had received as a pup, when a pack attacked. The only thing he was able to remember after the case was his mother and father, who were killed in the onslaught. From then on, he would force every memory back. Every friend he has possibly made, he could now care less about.
Other- He will only eat meat. He'd rather starve to death then eat any else. Also, He doesn't live on pack territory, but rather outside of it. A man to despise packs, he would much rather join groups of rogues in attempt to take down one, than a pack of wolves trying to survive together. Though, He wouldn't dare try and take one down on his own.

Password- Black Moon

Edited! Anything else you would like me to change, just ask!

Okay, Edited!

Anything you would like me to change, Just tell me what.

The guide for upcoming pupils learning the arts of fighting, Elinnia, or as she prefers to be called, Linn, yawns as she steps out of her den from a cozy sleep. Being a member here for at least a week, the guide had her usual routine she would follow blindly every morning, To where she would awaken, search around the territory for berries, to mull herself over through the morning line of training, and then she would begin the morning training in fighting, near the center of camp. Today would be much different, as by the position of the sun, she had no time to eat before beginning training as she dashed through the camp on her way to the center, which wasn't exactly too far.

Though on the outside of the territory, a male wolf who listens to no one, Calipso, in his thick fur, was already deep through a hunting trip he would take weekly, just outside of the Black Moon packs territory, already having killed 3 rabbits, and returning them to his lonely den, just outside the line of pack territory as well. The lone wolf knew he wouldn't be able to survive a whole week off of small game, he had to bag something large. He knew there was quite the large chance of finding something large enough to drag back through a bloody mess in one specific location, one that he still didn't even know was in their territory or not... He knew he was taking a large chance by taking direction there, but he didn't care. (LOL Rhyme!) As he turned tail and made a dash for the Thunderpath. He wasn't precisely sure if this was or wasn't in the packs territory, but as already addressed, he had to take the risk, as he had before.

OOC- :)

Quietly absorbed and hiding in bushes near the thunderpath, Calipso's 'sense of sniff' as he had decided to call it, led him straight toward at least a couple dear, as he stares in silence, waiting to be able to launch an attack on a hopeful quadrant for his weeks stash... He stays in wish that they wouldn't catch his scent, as he hadn't paid attention to the direction of the winds, and neither did he bother to find a way to cover it up. He decided that he didn't have the time to, even though he did.

Taking a turn for observant, Calipso would notice patches of fur bushing out in hiding on the other side of the clearing. Other wolves, Likely the pack... The last thing he wanted was trouble with the pack, but he gravely needed at least one of these deer. He would inch out a tad more, and acted as if he hadn't noticed them, still keeping a keen eye on the group of deer.

Calipso seemed distraught, he needed to find out a good idea to bag a dear, and avoid the pack. He knew if he was to just run out in the open, he likely wouldn't accomplish both. But the dear are straight in the center of the large clearing... It would be a mad dash for both himself and the pack... No way to get any closer, even with sneaking through the bushes. He only had 1 shot at this. He had to make it count. His only chance of being able to bag a dear would at first be to spot out the weakest, and secondly to wait until none are spotting in his direction. If none would look his way, they would only have hearing and smelling to rely on. Even if it may be quite powerful, he knew it would still take a bit longer to notice if they were only using their ears and noses, and not there eyes to add to it all.

He holds back his adrenaline-filled growl, and takes one more peek at the pack, hoping they haven't yet noticed him.

Calipso kept an eye on the deer, as the only one looking his way finally turned. He took a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale.

It's go time...

He bursts from the bush, running at an average wolfs speed straight toward the group of deer! Almost immediately would a large number of their ears fidget around, and cause them to lo my way, and bolt quickly. Soon enough, every deer was running from the lone wolf, as he gained up on the weaker of the group, that couldn't run nearly as fast as his allies would be able to. Calipso makes a mad jump onto the deers back, making a large bite mark as it bit the back of its neck deeply! As it struggles madly, all Calipso can do is keep holding onto the neck with his mouth in hope that the deer would soon die off. Rather quickly would the deers exhausted struggling begin to slow to a stop, as it topples to the ground, and blood begins to leak from its pierced mark. Calipso would keep hold of the deer for many moments longer until he knew for sure it was dead, and let go. His head fur now a bloody mess as he stares at his bagged game. The only deer still in the large clearing at this point, be it dead.

He pants quietly.

Still catching his breath, He is suddenly attacked form behind as a wolf lands on top of him! He snarls with anger and thrashes around, trying to flip Umbra off of him! His own growl would soon emerge with notice of Moon and Bearicious securing the deer from him!

Relieved with the break, he takes a few moments to catch his breath, staring at the 3 against him. He would go on to growl afterward, as he responded, "I didn't have a clue this territory was Yours... Or anyones for that matter..." He speaks in a very angered tone. Of course he was in a bad mood at the moment, as the pack was trying to apprehend the prey he had taken the time to kill.

He growls much deeper, with a response, "As much as I'd like to refuse, and attack you 4 to try and take the kill I so rightfully killed MYSELF, and deserve to take back to my own den in full tact, I have little strength left at the moment, and can tell when I'm overly-outnumbered. Oh, and maybe try re-marking your boundaries, cause I did check to make sure I didn't cross," The final sentence was very obviously a lie, He had completely forgotten to check, in fact. Even after having it in mind that he had to check.

He takes a moment to glare at Moon, "And if I would've had it my way, you would've been the first I took down."

"At least I'm not a coward that needs to join a pack to survive," He growls back.

"My purpose is to prove that I don't need a pack to survive. My purpose is to take down thieving and/or aggressive packs. I've encountered and taken down 5, 2 by myself. If I don't have a problem with a pack, I have no reason to end them," He gives the beta a smug look, "You don't need a pack to have a bigger purpose then just mindlessly living. They're all exactly the same when you join anyway. If anything, you join a pack and you do the exact same thing, day by day, week by week. If anything, Beta, you're doing exactly what every. Other. Beta. Does... Nothing. Different. You don't have a bigger purpose at all, you have the same purpose every Beta has."

Linn looked from afar as Pen and Whirlwind began to play, a small smile fixated on her muzzle.

He smirks, hopping into attacking position, "I see the little kitty, that doesn't dare to hunt for its own food, wants to play with the big bad lone wolf," He spits the 'kitty' insult before launching at Umbra, raring for a scratch to the snout!

Calipso whimpered quietly before using his head to force her fangs out from his shoulder (By ramming his head into hers) and taking a deep bite into her leg.

(I guess you could say I took you up on your opening. Same with Calipso, open to wounds, but plz don't kill)

He growled as Moon's forelegs slammed into his skull, retaliating by shoving them off, also with his skull, and hopping to his feet, and beginning to back off...

Did he give up?

...

No! He suddenly comes racing pack, and pounces against Moon, flipping her onto her back and pinning her to the ground, as he spectates his opponent for only a few moments.

Neck

Stomach

Leg

Neck

Stomach

Leg

He takes his claws, and plants a deep scratch into the beta's stomach, panting heavily as he speaks through growls, "Your lucky I didn't feel like gutting you to death. And kitten Hun," He turns to Umbra, still keeping Moon pinned, "You went into position to attack. You challenged me, so I only found it fair to accept, despite being so exhausted. I said I wasn't strong enough to take all FOUR of you down, and a challenge is only to persist of one-to-one combat. Then your little kitten friend here decided to take me on instead. None of you helped her. She could've easily been killed today. Though, same as I, to be truthful. I had no clue she was as strong as she was."

(Very mean. XD)

After being pushed away by Umbra, and tackled down to the ground by Moon, the beta would attempt to claw at his neck. Predictable move as he would quickly duck his head down to protect the kill point, allowing a couple of claws to the top of the head before snapping at one of Moon's paws, taking a deep bite. Though, he would let go moments later to exchange for her other paw, quickly biting into that one as well. After that, he lets go and uses his hind legs to shove her off of him. He hops to his feet and makes a rush for Umbra, almost tackling her before it seems he takes a jump straight over her, landing on the other side of her as he runs for Beracious, taking a moment to yell behind him, "You aren't worth my time yet, Kitten. Your bodyguards come first," And attempting to launch into Beracious.

(Wait! Ignore that! Didn't notice the replies!)

He takes a moment to take a breath after the fierce claw to the neck, talking though in a scratchy voice, "You all sure know... How to challenge unfairly..." He gulps, "... Fine..."

"Or... And this is just an idea... You let me on your territory for every hour of sunset, so long as I don't interfere with your hunting, and/or cross into your camp. Aaand, If you agree to this, you get half of what I earned on your territory when I hunt on it, also including the deer. You'll essentially be getting half of another hunter, that won't show his face to anyone. I don't care which one, heck, maybe take mine for a test run sometime, but I know this clearing has a nice view of the sunset..." It seemed like he wasn't gonna say it this time! "Kitten..." Nevermind... A smirk appears on his muzzle at the late joke.