Posts by Chocolatethedog

(HI, I would like to join this? Can I just jump in or do I create a character?)

Fawn tilted her head back and released a loud cry of agony. Furious, she dove at the Leader's throat, her fangs bared and ready to slash mercilessly at the soft flesh underneath.

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Sorry, I accidentally posted this thread a second time

(SORRY!! I posted it a second time by accident, my bad)

Mallory, A small brown pup, Trotted out from underneath the bushes not to far away from the mysterious black and orange furred female. He had a slender, almost petite frame, and long fragile-looking legs. His ribs bulged out from underneath his fur, and his soft baby blue eyes were now bloodshot. Mallory didn't care if the other wolves would kill him;he couldn't care. His heart ached with a longing to be held again by his mother, but him being lost out in the woods was just a cruel reminder that no one loved him, not even himself. Grief-stricken, he stopped at the edge of the water and pressed his belly against the ground, his paws trembling with great effort to keep from tumbling into the water. Gingerly, he dipped his head forward and began lapping up the cold water;At least it helped to clear his mind of the sinister remarks that his mother snapped at him that were circling around in his head for days. It was painful enough to have to deal with being alone, and now Mallory had to try and put together this puzzle in his mind of why his parents never cared enough to keep him.

(The name Mallory means "Unfortunate, Unhappy, Unlucky ;> )

Mallory paused and looked up at Cobra. Deep within his eyes it was visible that his soul was in deep emotional distress, but he held back the urge to cry. After seemingly a long moment of depressing silence, Mallory spoke up in a quiet, raspy voice "um, I'm just passing through. Sorry."

(btw thank you Jadefeather)

Mallory staggered to his paws, swaying gently from side to side as his vision began to get blurry and his head started to spin. He placed one paw on his forehead, praying that the spinning would stop.
Unconsciously, he leaned against Amber's foreleg for support.

"I don't..who??"

"Ugh.. it's happening again" he muttered to himself as he fell backwards onto the ground. Mallory was prone to having frequent headaches, some more severe than others; due to the fact that he no longer had a guardian to care for him, he rarely had access to food. Mallory sighed, and righted himself, standing firm beside Amber;He didn't want to seem helpless and weak in front of the two adult wolves. Embarrassed, he huffed and nodded "that would be nice"

Mallory waited in silence, staring up at Cobra and Amber in pursuit. His tail curled between his hind legs and he trembled in fear.

Mallory took a step backwards, trying to avoid being harmed by standing too close to them. He inhaled slowly, trying to calm himself as adrenaline and fear began to rush through him; he was feeling first surge of energy he had felt in a long time, but he wasn't planning on using it.

The small brown pup released a heavy sigh of relief as he watched Amber leave.

Mallory hesitantly began to explain. He told Cobra about his life in the backyard of a human home, with his abusive parents. Mallory added at the end that he quickly escaped the hell-hole alive, but when she found him, he was ready to give up and he even considered going back

She snarled and whirled around, snapping viciously at her opponents

Mallory flashed Parzival a weak smile, feeling better after he had filled his belly at last. Relaxation washed over him for the first time.. ever, and he allowed himself to indulge in this feeling, letting his shoulder's sag. "My name is Mallory, pleased to-" he paused mid-sentence, searching his mind for the rest of the saying deep in the back of his head "oh! Sorry. Pleased to meet you," he added after recalling the rest of the words. Mallory was so happy now that someone actually cared enough to help him recover from starvation, but he was appalled at the idea of someone caring about him. From the day he was born to the day he left, he was told that he looked 'too thin and frail to be a male' or that he was 'too weak, unworthy of being cared for' that he struggled to understand what being loved felt like. Maybe this was it, maybe it was his first smile that would let him know how it felt. He couldn't tell.

"what's your name?"

HI, may I join you?)

Gooseflight paced out into the open, his eyes fixed on the happy kit gnawing on a coconut. He was small and round, similar to a vole, and his fur was a light grey with tan on the bridge of his nose and wide black stripes swirling down his back and legs in a messy sort of way. What could a kit be doing out here on it's own? He thought to himself as he sauntered towards the kit I've never seen this kit before, maybe it belongs to someone.

Hurricane | Male | Defeated pack

Hurricane stood rooted in the heart of the battlefield, gripping the throat of some wolf in between his jaws and yanking him back as he thrashed wildly against Hurricane. In the heat of the battle he could barely control himself, feeling this undying urge to pin the other wolf to the ground and bite his throat out. His opponent, however, quickly wiggled out of Hurricane's tight grasp and whirled around to face him. Hurricane peeled his lips back into a snarl and tensed his muscles to brace himself for any impact; a technique his father had taught him growing up. The stranger wolf pounced towards Hurricane, but Hurricane was faster. He felt a surge of energy rushing through his veins as he turned and dodged the attack, finishing it off by charging into the other male's midsection and knocking him of his feet swiftly. The red brown male leaped to his paws triumphantly then and tore at the stranger's throat mercilessly, killing him only minutes after.

Gooseflight halted a few feet away from them as Lucy appeared, not wanting to seem invasive. He sighed and sat back on his haunches, his gaze still resting on Honeymoon.

Name: Onai
Age: 10 months
Gender: Female
Rank: Trainee
Personality: Onai is known for being intensely loyal, as well as being analytical, practical, hardworking and friendly. Onai absolutely loves being stimulated and is constantly searching to take on tasks for other wolves just because she feels like she needs to.
History: Onai, being raised very distant from her siblings, she is not very particularly close to anyone, and finds it hard to form lasting relationships. As a pup not having any other pups to play with, she would often resort to the elders for company. Over the months she formed bonds with the elders; she would listen as they each told her stories about their earlier lives, and they would be the ones to congratulate her when she achieved something new. Ever since Onai became attached to the elders, she never found herself ever needing to find friends outside of the elder's den. Currently, Onai stresses over the fact that she has feelings for a wolf who is not only older than her but also the lowest rank in the pack.
Mate/Crush/pups: none/Daniel/none
Other: please let me know if I must change anything

Mallory gazed up at Cobra, his eyes glazed over "you're.. leaving?" he whimpered, his ears flattening against his head. There was sadness and desperation deep in his eyes.