«{~:-HOUSE OF WOLVES-:~}» A Dog Role Play

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HeavensHens88, RiverStorm, vachick15, ChickenCowboy02, and Flufferes Present:

«{~:-HOUSE OF WOLVES-:~}»
A DOG ROLE PLAY

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{Drawn by @HeavensHens88, following teaser/prompt written by @HeavensHens88}


“There was a time when blood ran purer, and men were fewer, my pup…”

Two young mothers, separated by not only den walls, but by entire borders, unwittingly echoed each other down to the very syllable of the hook to their tale.

This was not just another bedtime story; rather, this one was weaved directly of the very fabric that comprised these dogs’ lives. Outsiders may have denounced it as toxic, desensitizing propaganda that certainly didn’t belong in a vulnerable nursery, and some within might claim it to be a convoluted version of just another Sermon, but these dogs didn’t seem to let either repressive opinion stop them from passing the evocative narrative down as though it were written into their genetic code. Even in the heat of the moment, almost any pack member could tell it with the uttermost accuracy, down the exact variations of pitch at precisely the right moments. The Canis mother knew it from what her mother had told her, and her from her mother, and her from her mother, and so on, for this female’s bloodlines were pressed as deeply into this land as the ineradicable permafrost. But the Lupus mother, an effete wanderer with too many ineffable chronicles of her own, had learned it for herself only moons ago. Yet, even at this unholy time of night, they both spoke with the same convictive, soul-thrilling passion.

And, tonight, it was being told for two particularly restless pups, the only individuals of their litters with the audacity to remain implacable this late. They were not yet weaned, still quite dependent not only upon the nourishment of their mother’s milk, but also her words. The Lupus pup, a plucky little male, knew exactly where his mother was going with this, and sat up straighter with eyes aglow- maybe this wasn’t the perfect yarn to settle him down. But the Canis pup, an introverted, but deeply contemplative female, knew this was fortifying prey best digested by a sober mind.

“Once, great beasts ran the wilds. The sun sent its most brilliant rays to follow them, rain fell simply to quench them, vegetation bent away to clear a way for them, and all with breath in their lungs revered them.”
The charge that ricocheted through both dens like encapsulated lightning was not to be denied.
“These were the Canis lupus- the wolves.”

Here the tales came to a fork and began wandering down separate paths that still remained parallel despite the contrary insistence.

“The wolves kept an immaculate government,” the Lupus dam continued, her voice taking on the kind of firmness that didn’t leave much open to question. With his hard-set muzzle and narrowed eyes, her pup seemed already quite accustomed to his pack’s rigidity. “Each wolf knew their place and never questioned it. And in doing so, they functioned as a single being, completely and wholly indivisible. It was only when they were breached by weakness that their strength was compromised. Always, the hindrance was removed and left to go its own way, as it should. They knew that selectivity is necessary to maintain a unified pack, and so do we.”
Yet the Canis dam showcased a more compassionate side to their deities. “The wolves cared deeply for each other. When one stumbled, another would always be there to bear his weight and right his step until he could go his own way, because, had their roles been reversed, she knew he would not hesitate to do the same for her. They knew that a pack is only as strong as its weakest member, and so do we.”


While the Lupus pup was still putting on his show of appropriate toughness, the Canis pup huddled in close to her mother’s flank in preparation for what she knew came next.

“The humans saw the wolves’ sovereignty and feared it, as they should’ve. But, unlike, men always have to act on their fear, because they see it as detrimental."
“We fear for a reason, pup. We fear because we are aware something can harm us. And, so, we give it the respect it deserves and leave it alone. By heeding our fear, we’re helping to maintain the delicate balance of the wilds we are a part of.”
“It is never in our right to destroy another simply because our egos are uncomfortable with feeling inferior. This is what our fear is telling us when it steers us away from the threatening unknown.”
“Men do not listen to their fear. They never have, and never will.”
“They saw that the wolves were too powerful to dominate, too independent to utilize, and too wise to trick. They saw that the wolves were their own masters."

"Men do not like things that cannot be broken to their will.”

“And, so, humans waged their war on wolfkind. It was a war that defied even the natural interchange of generations. If the men had fought fairly, the wolves would have prevailed. But, no, the men knew that they could not rely on their pathetic bodies to put up a worthy offense, and so they used tools, wicked tools, that the wolves, fairly unaided as they were, couldn’t withstand.”
“But even though it might have seemed that the wolves had finally been superseded, it was not so. No, even as they faced the end to their earthly era of might, the wolves were entirely in control. Before they allowed themselves to be taken, they sought out two dogs, Heart and Tooth, and entrusted to them not only their precious land, but their very legacy as well.”

“And, you, my pup, are part of that legacy. Never forget it.”

Despite their nodding heads, both pups dug up the last reserves of their strength then to put in the querulous statement that initiated the best part. “But, Mama, the wolves are gone.”
The Lupus mother let out a resigned huff, contrasting the Canis dam's understanding chuckle somewhere far away.

“Oh, child, nothing’s ever really gone. We simply pass into a new phase of existence- and, in the wolves’ case, become even greater in death than in life. They certainly thrived as corporeal creatures, but that was a mere glimpse of their majesty as celestial beings. And we are privileged to have a direct link to the wolves even now: The Paragon and his Committee. Without them, it would be unimaginably hard to be as close to the wolves as we are so blessed to remain.
But to discover for yourself why we regard the wolves the way we do, you have no need for delegates, my pup. Look to the night sky and see the brilliant stars that mark their journeys throughout the heavens as they watch over us. Lift your ears and listen to the wild winds on which they whisper their serenades to us. Open your muzzle and taste the bountiful feasts they have led into our maws. Inhale the air around you and smell the undefiled wilderness that they have maintained for us. Feel the unshakeable ground beneath your paws that was once conformed to theirs.”


“And know that their greatest blessing-- “

“--their teeth--”

“--their heart--”

“--can be found right within yourself.”


The Lupus pup soon drifted off to sleep, his energy spent and his restlessness subdued.

But the Canis pup lie awake long into the night, pondering why she, one diminutive pup of questionable origin, one muddled puddle dwarfed by the roaring deluge of greater blood, had been chosen to inhabit this hallowed house of wolves.

For many generations, the dogs of the two packs known as Canis and Lupus have lived on holy land said to have been given to them by their wolf ancestors. Since their capture of the land, a fjord on the coast of British Columbia, coyotes claiming to be in touch with ancient wolves have come and offered them stories and prophecies in exchange for food. All seems to be fine and great, but soon the coyote's secret will be revealed... and the packs will never be the same.


THE PACKS

;~.*-The Lupus-*.~;
About
The Lupus are a very orderly and proud pack. They believe they are closer to the wolves than The Canis, and do not miss any opportunities to show their "superiority" to their rivals. They are very particular about who they let join the pack. Though they may come off as harsh and uncaring, in most cases that is far from the truth. As a whole, they still exhibit a strong unity between each other. Some may describe them as too cliquey. In everything they do, they try to imitate the wolves. Maintaining a "wolf attitude" is mandatory. The qualities and traits they hold highest are nobility, alertness, intelligence, and a strong sense of discipline and self control. The Lupus as a whole reflect wolf mentality more than average dog mentality.​
Diet
Common prey include deer, rabbits, nesting seabirds and their eggs, tide pool goodies (baby crabs, fish). Other parts of their diet include wild berries (blackberries, raspberries, huckleberries, salmonberries, hawthorn).
note: wild berries to avoid: Oregon Grape (aka Oregon Holly) so much as 10 of these berries can kill a large dog.

Camp/Territory
The territory is located north of Canis territory. Notable characteristics include tide pools, more dense of a forest than their rivals, and many broken dead trees on the point of the fjord, where there is the most wind exposure. Lupus does not have any claimed grassland.
The camp is centered along the southern side of their half of the fjord, and is surrounded mostly by douglas fir trees. The camp also has a view of canis territory as well as the water down below. There are 5 dens; one for the alpha, one for pups and their mothers, one for novitiates, one for the healers, and one for everyone else (hunters, guardians, etc).
Unlike the Canis, the Lupus have a height restriction in their pack. To decide if a dog is tall enough to join, they have the divining branch. The divining branch is the lowest branch on a western hemlock tree- 14 inches above ground. If a dog wishes to join the pack, their withers must touch the branch. It is located right outside the entrance of their camp.​

Notable Individuals
alpha Spire, played by @ChickenCowboy02
beta: Typhoon, played by @HeavensHens88
wound healer Blizzard, played by @RoostersAreAwesome
pup healer: Cody, played by @PeepersMama
sickness healer: Heather, played by @Amer
general: Idaho, played by @Flufferes
most powerful hunter Hestia, played by @Cluckcluck1215
omega(s) Cal(liope) played by @HeavensHens88

~>*{The Canis}*<~
About
The Canis are a very family-oriented pack. They believe their kindness and care for the unfortunate make them more loved by the wolves than their rival pack. They are very lenient and welcoming toward any outsiders that wish to join their pack. They may come off as weak or too lighthearted, but that's far from the truth. Their guardians and hunters are fierce and competitive. In everything they do, they try to please the wolves. Maintaining a visible sense of loyalty to the wolves is mandatory. The qualities and traits they hold highest are respect, enthusiasm, friendliness, peacefulness, and faith. The Canis as a whole reflect dog mentality more than wolf mentality.​
Diet
Common prey include deer, rabbits, nesting seabirds and their eggs, game birds (grouse, pheasants, etc) and miscellaneous rodents in the grass. Other parts of their diet include wild huckleberries and blackberries.

Camp/Territory
Their territory is located south of Lupus territory. Notable characteristics include a thinner forest than the Lupus, and lots of grassland. On the point of their half of the fjord, it is mostly grass except for one lone tree that's withstand the harsh winds. Canis territory does not have any tide pool land.
The camp is further inland from the fjord and is surrounded primarily by towering douglas fir and western red cedar trees. There are 5 dens; one for the alpha and beta/secretary, one for pups and their mothers, one for novitiates, one for the healers, and one for everyone else (hunters, guardians, etc).​
Notable Individuals
alpha: Halfrid, played by @RiverStorm
secretary (open)
wound healer: Foxglove, played by @Flufferes
pup healer: Fuschia, played by @RiverStorm
sickness healer (open)
sickness healer novitiate: Larkspur, played by @vachick15
general (open)
most powerful hunter (open)
omega(s) (open)

>^-**The Committee**-^<
About

The committee is a small group of 10 coyotes under the paragon. They are the paragon's personal group that he mainly lets stick around to protect him in case the dogs revolt. The committee has free reign of the pack territory and helps keep the dogs in line. They eat right after the paragon. They do not have specific ranks or education system and when their offspring grow up, they are kicked from the pack unless they prove their loyalty. They are not really ever referred to as a pack, when speaking about them they are always referred to as "The Committee" or "The coyotes."​
Diet
They eat whatever either pack feeds them. Usually hunting parties will swing by the paragon rock to notify the coyotes there's fresh food. If there is no fresh food, a hungry coyote may order someone to go hunting for them, or wait for a hunting party to come back to camp if there is already one out.​
Way of Religion
They relentlessly follow and obey the paragon and do not have their own interpretation of the religion like the dogs do.
Camp and Territory
Free to come and go from both pack's camps and territories as they please. At night, they usually sleep under a willow behind the paragon's rock in the neutral territory. The paragon's rock is situated near the stream in the middle of a grassy field.​
Notable Members
Leader is The Paragon, Iscariot, played by @PeepersMama
Paragon's right hand man, Petrel, played by @Flufferes


OUTSIDERS:

Loners and Dogs Belonging to Nearby Homes
Pretty self explanatory. They belong to the nearby neighborhood. When they wander into the woods, they are usually accepted and welcomed by the packs, unless they are just coming for food. The Canis are the most welcoming, while the Lupus are more picky with outsiders. For an outsider to join the pack, they must completely leave their life behind with the humans and pledge themselves to the wolves through a ceremony the alpha and paragon carry out in front of the pack.

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NEUTRAL TERRITORY AND MAP
Neutral territory is all the land that isn't specifically claimed by a single pack/not claimed at all. This includes The Falls/trading grounds, the stream, and where they gather to listen to the paragon.


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MAP CLARIFICATIONS:


Outlying Islands
It may appear that the islands off the coast can be swam to, but do not be fooled, that's just the power of a 2D map. yknow, it's a fjord, it's pretty darn steep. The islands are nowhere near as tall as the fjord sides either. They're just there to make it look a tad more realistic. The only area where the land isn't a whole lot taller than the ocean is the tide pools/tide pool area.

Forest
The darker the green, the denser the forest. The lighter the green- i think you get it.

Territory Border
Along the dotted line is where daily guardian patrols belonging to their respective packs take place. Patrol groups don't bother patrolling around the areas of the territory that border water, because the sides of the fjord are too steep for any canine trespasser to climb. It would be redundant. Along the stream, however, patrols occasionally walk. But not every day.

Trading, The Falls, and the Stream
Within the red line is where trading between packs takes place. Usually healers are the ones that do trading, but sometimes hunting parties go out and exchange fresh kill for other fresh kill. The stream is not very deep, at its deepest point a large dog would be submerged to about their elbow. At its shallowest point, the water is a little over 4 inches tall. Overall, the current is pretty gentle. During Summer when the mountain snow melts, it's stronger and deeper of course. Nothing that isn't uncrossable for a large dog, though. The stream flows into a waterfall that falls off the fjord into the inlet below.

What's That Green Thing by the Paragon's Rock?
a willow tree 👉👈 🥺

Road
Very dangerous. To the packs, it is forbidden to go there due to the number of deaths caused by cars in the past. In desperate times when prey is scarce, sometimes it is visited to look for roadkill.

Beyond the Road
Northbound: mountains. Southbound: farms. The mountains are 30 minutes by car, and the farms are 50 minutes away by car. There is some unoccupied forest straight across from the road.

Official Border
This purple line is the official split between Canis and Lupus territories. During paragon sermons, no one crosses the line. Each pack stays on each side and under no circumstances shall they cross over. No one can cross over into opposite territory through the trading grounds either. The only time a dog can go into rival territory is if they are part of the deputation and are accompanied by guardians belonging to the rival pack. Any other instance of border crossing will be interpreted as hostile and dealt with accordingly.


PACK LAWS
Every good dog society has rules to break. :3
  • Promise that you completely dedicate yourself to your pack, and obey your superiors.
  • Do not disrespect the paragon or the wolves.
  • Do not disrespect the holy land. This includes slander or destruction of geographical elements.
  • Do not kill in border fights or personal fights unless your life is endangered or there is an official war.
  • Do not associate with dogs who have been exiled from the packs.
  • Do not leave camp unsupervised if under 18 moons, and do not leave the territory unless you have graduated from novitiate training.
  • Do not take a mate from the rival pack.
  • Do not take a mate from the committee.
  • Do not mark neutral territory. (ex. The Falls)
  • Do not go to the road or cross it.
  • Do not take prey from across your pack's side of the stream.


RANKS
In Order From Most Powerful To Least Powerful
The Paragon
They have complete control over both packs. There is only one paragon, and they are a coyote. They claim they have wolf blood running through their veins, and can commune with dead wolves. whether these claims are factual or not is up in the air. The paragons and their committee always eat first. Paragons can do everything an alpha can do. They relay prophecies and the dogs rely on them to keep them close to the wolves. They're like demigods. Once a week the paragon waits atop his rock and waits for both packs follow him there to listen to him give a sermon. Paragons are usually male.
Approaching The Paragon
To approach the paragon, you have to go through the committee first and state your reason. Once you've told the committee why you have to see the paragon, they will decide if you really need to or not. Bypassing the committee and going straight to the paragon is disrespectful and can end in a harsh punishment. If the committee allows you to see the paragon, you must conduct yourself in a humble, submissive way. Keep your head low until he speaks first.
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Alphas
they are the leader. they assume complete control over the pack in most cases, unless the paragon objects. The paragon is the only rank above alpha. Alphas make decisions for the pack, help organize battle plans, and usually eat first after the paragon and his committee.
For the Lupus, the alpha ALWAYS eats first after the paragon and his committee. Their offspring are also allowed to become heir to the position. In fact, that's what usually happens.
For the Canis, the alpha does not always eat first after the paragon and his committee. Sometimes she/he lets others eat before him/her. There is no definite eating order in this pack. The alphas cannot have offspring here, this is to avoid their offspring from secretly becoming alpha, because in this pack each new alpha MUST have new blood. They claim having a system where the alphas offspring are always heir gives way to potential corruption. In all cases, the paragon has to bless the new alpha with a bead of tree sap on their forehead and does not allow dogs he does not like to become alpha. Alphas can either be male or female. Alphas are part of The Deputation
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Secretary/Beta
They are the second in command. The Lupus call them betas and the Canis call them secretaries. They are the same thing but with different names. They assist the alpha in everyday life, organize with the general where guardian patrols will go, and run notes between alphas to the secretary/beta in the other pack. They also usually are the ones that will become alpha when the alpha dies or retires. When the alpha has to leave on business matters, they will temporarily become in charge of the pack. The secretary also keeps track of time. With seven rocks, they place one out each day right outside the healers den on a flat stone. On the seventh rock/day, it is time for the paragon's sermon. Four cycles of rocks is a moon. Secretaries/betas are also responsible for monitoring the education of novitiates. They often tag along in novitiate hunts or patrols to observe progress. They can be either gender. The alpha chooses which dog they want to be their secretary/beta, and if the paragon agrees with the alpha, he will bless the new secretary/beta with a drop of seawater on his forehead. Part of the Deputation.
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Guardians
they specialize in protecting the pack. Every pack member gets basic self defense training from guardians when they are becoming a novitiate. Guardians usually take turns Patrolling the borders, keeping an eye on camp, and sometimes accompany hunters on hunting trips. Display courageous and caring attitudes. The secretary/beta/alpha/general can place guardians in areas of the territory where they think there is a security risk. During the day there are usually four guardians at the trading grounds- 2 Lupus guardians and 2 Canis guardians. They are there to ensure fair trade is taking place and to run between their respective camps to relay inquiries for supplies. The strongest and most influential guardian is the general, who, when war arises, works with the alpha and secretary to organize battle plans. They also work with the secretary to organize where and when border patrols will be. The General is part of The Deputation, and can be either gender. There is a limit of 4 guardians per person.
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Healers
They specialize in taking care of the health of the pack. There are three healers:
  • The Wound Healer, who's specialty is handling wounds, scrapes, and cuts. Vital in the aftermath of war, and will always lend a hand with the pup healer when a pup has gotten a little too rowdy and gains themselves a injury. A common injury among Lupus pack members are paw cuts from not being careful around barnacles at the tide pools.
  • The pup healer, who's specialty is taking care of pups and monitoring the health of pups in the pack, with mothers permission. Pup healers are usually present when pups are born, and check the health of the newborns. They also assist pregnant mothers and give them advice.
  • The Illness healer, who's specialty is curing illness. While all three healers must learn and do know a wide range of wild herbs to treat their patients, the sickness healers are usually the ones with the superior wild plant knowledge. If any of the other two healers forget, the sickness healer will usually be there to remind them the plant they are thinking of.
Healer is a limited rank. Not all pups wanting to become a Healer Novitiate get to become one. Healers only accept a novitiate when they are getting old and thinking of retiring soon. There can only be one novitiate at a time for each healer. When one healer dies or retires, their novitiate takes their place. Healer novitiates don't always graduate at 20 moons, they graduate when their healer trainer dies or retires.
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Hunters
they specialize in hunting for the pack. Every pack member gets basic training on hunting when they become novitiates. Hunters memorize the hunting grounds and track the whereabouts of prey. It is a rank that is equal to Guardians, power wise, though guardians seem to have more of a superiority complex. There are usually more hunters than guardians. Hunters Display elite and agile qualities. Hunters must be able to work in teams, as it is essential in bringing down large prey like deer. They cannot bring down a healthy moose or anything of that size, but sometimes will bother attacking an injured or sick one if they are in a large group of at least 10 dogs. Small elk can also be prey in desperate situations. Rabbits, squirrels, ducks, geese, and other small animals can be hunted alone and are often brought back. There is no limit on hunters.
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Novitiates
They are young dogs being trained to serve the pack. Between the two packs, the novitiate age works differently:
For the Lupus, pups become novitiates at 2 moons, which reflects wolves more because wolf pups are usually weaned by 6 weeks and out of the den by 8 weeks. Parents of the Lupine pack believe pups should learn to serve their pack as soon as they can.
For the Canis, pups become novitiates when their parents believe they are ready. There is a lot of diversity in this pack, unlike the Lupines where there are only large dogs. Some small dog parents hold their pups back longer until they believe they are ready to train. In general, larger/medium breed pups become novitiates at 3 moons, or at the most 5. Parents of the Canis pack believe pups should be able to be pups and enjoy their lives a little before getting responsibility forced on them. Novitiates that join at 2 moons graduate at 20 moons. Novitiates that join at 3 moons graduate at 21 moons, and so on.
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Pups
pups are called pups from the moment they are born and until they become novitiates. after that, if someone is called a pup it's meant in an insult kind of way or in reference to them being someone's offspring.
For lupus, pups stick with their mothers until they become novitiates, then their mothers aren't as eager to take care of them anymore. They push them away and pups are in complete subjection to what their trainer tells them. Parents must obey their pup's trainer and respect their decisions over their pup.
For the Canis, pups stick with their mothers closely during their initial time and first moons in being a novitiate. Their trainer and their parents have almost equal authority over their life and must respect each other's decisions. Parents have a little more seniority over their pups. Into adulthood and after graduation, pups are still close to their parents, albeit completely independent and able to make their own decisions now. As you recall, the canis are a very family-oriented pack.
Pups are not allowed to leave the camp unaccompanied.
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Omegas
They are at the very bottom of the ranks. This rank is Lupine pack exclusive. Omega's eat last, are usually ignored, and don't have much say in the matters of the pack. Dogs who have wronged their pack or alpha are either banned from the pack, or demoted to omega. There are no more than two omegas. There is always an omega in the Lupus pack, but only ever an omega in Canis if there is a reason for it (ex. they needlessly killed another dog or wronged someone else in some way)


RELIGION

Both of the packs have their own interpretation of the religion. Overall, they share the idea that wolves gave them their territory, it is their "Holy Land", and they must protect it at all costs. The wolves claimed this territory as their own, but had to leave. They entrusted the land to two dogs: Heart and Tooth. These dogs would be trusted to form one pack that would relentlessly protect the holy land. unfortunately, Heart and Tooth had a disagreement in their interpretations of the religion, so they parted ways and their following that they had built up had to pick a side. This is how the two packs, Lupus and Canis, formed. Tooth was the founder of Lupus, and Heart was the founder of Canis.

The Lupus Interpretation
  • Believing that dogs trapped in kennels or tied up were never meant to join them on the holy land because their circumstances show it is not in their destiny to be on the holy land.
  • In addition, they believe dogs that are too small (Pomeranians, Chihuahuas, etc) are too far from wolves to be considered blood-related anymore, and are not good enough to be on holy land/wouldn't survive a day out in the woods.
  • This side embraces the harshness of wolf lifestyle more. They are seen as cruel and "the bad guys", which is arguable. Their style of worship just reflects wolves more, which is their reason for feeling superior, they feel they are closer to their ancestors than The Canis.
  • Primary belief that the wolves want their way of life preserved and to keep power. "The wolves put their trust in us, they gave us this land to keep their spirit alive. We cannot fail them"
The Canis Interpretation
  • Believing chained up dogs can be rescued and dogs loyal to their families can be converted to their religion.
  • Small dogs (shorter than 14 inches) can live in the woods, if taken care of.
  • This side embraces the loyalty and softness of dog lifestyle. They are seen as less puritanical, which is arguable. Of course. everything is arguable. Their style of worships reflects modern dogs more. Their reason for feeling superior is because they believe caring for the poor and unfortunate is a good thing to do.
  • Primary belief that the wolves want the dogs to lead satisfying, fulfilling lives. "The wolves love us and want the best for us, they give us this land to enjoy and protect. We want to praise them for this gift"
Coyotes arrived and both packs realized they very closely resembled wolves. The coyotes claimed they had wolf blood in their veins, and they could commune with dead wolves that once lived on the holy land. The packs believed them, and this is how the first paragon came about. The first paragon was a solemn, mysterious coyote. He told the dogs everything they wanted to know about the wolves of the past. Their prey, their motives, their personalities, their alphas. All of this he did in exchange for food- as long as the committee and the paragon were fed, the dogs would always have a connection to the wolves. The paragon was a treasured and highly respected fellow. Anyone who opposed him would be killed off by the packs and the coyotes of the first committee. One morning the paragon went for a walk along the rim of the fjord. Little did he know, one coyote of the committee, a sly and jealous member, was following him. The coyote went to jump, but was bit on the hind leg by a fox, and the two of them went over a cliff, a hundred feet into the water below. The paragon didn't see it coming. He looked around, bewildered, and saw a vixen. She was heartbroken, explaining that her mate had just gone off the cliff. The paragon, upset and guilty, made a vow to the vixen. All her offspring would be fed for generations to come. The committee and the foxes would have to share their food that they received from the dogs. However, the dogs do not know about the foxes.

BATTLES AND WAR

Battle is an unfortunate side effect of being alive, isn't it? While guardians have the most skill in battle, that doesn't mean everybody else gets to sit on the bench and watch. All dogs 15 moons and up must fight in battle unless they are healers.

Rules/Protocol/Details of Battle/Fights/War
  • Killing your opponent is only necessary or allowed in a confirmed war. War is declared and confirmed official when both pack's Deputations agree.
  • Fights happen primarily during border trespassing. Crippling or Killing during trespassing is not allowed by the Canis. For the Lupus, anything is fair game towards trespassers as long as you don't kill.
  • Punishments. For Canis, killing when it is not permitted can get you demoted to omega or kicked out. For Lupus, killing when it is not permitted can get you last to eat for a certain number of days at most.
  • If you cant kill or cripple some dog during a border trespassing, what can you do? Classic mid-low harm fighting to get a point across includes biting legs/ears/tails/flanks/etc, (NO underside of neck) scraping, scratching, clawing and scruff grips. Going for the belly is considered foul play.
  • If life is endangered during a border scuffle or private fight, killing can be justified.
  • General reminder to not get graphic. Stay within BYC rules, no powerplaying. Be realistic when fighting.
The Deputation
The Deputation is a group within the highest ranks of the packs comprised of the alpha, secretary/beta, and the general. They are in charge of declaring war and handling disputes between the packs and their members. This system was made to differentiate between threats and solvable disagreements. Founded by The Canis, the Lupus too adopted this system years ago on the basis that having only two (alphas) decide whether tens of dogs go to war was a dangerous situation. By adding the secretary/beta and the General, who is most specialized for war and defense, there is a balance. Having multiple opinions play into an action so deadly was vital to keep from hasty decisions causing unnecessary deaths.



FORM TO JOIN AND CHARACTERS

We are looking for more experienced role players to fill in the higher ranks, so if i do not know you, there is a possibility i may direct you to make your character a lower rank. In addition to this, i highly encourage if you have been role playing for less than two years, to find a different RP to join. One that is more beginner friendly. Please do not be upset, my friends and i worked really hard on this RP and we want dedicated, experienced players with good grammar to fulfill the more important roles.
I am not the only one who accepts characters. Your character may be accepted by @ChickenCowboy02 , @RiverStorm , @HeavensHens88 , or @vachick15 if i am not online.
Use realistic pelt colors, no wild neon colors. No invincible characters. No unreasonable talents or special abilities, for example, dogs can't read. If you have a character that goes against one of these statements but for some reason you want to post them anyway, i guess you can just PM me and ask. We may be able to work something out on your character. Also, usually RPs centered around animals in the forest there is a name requirement of "names can only be things found in nature". We're lenient in this department and will allow non-nature oriented names.
Some spots are already taken as you can see above. Don't ask for them. Age must be in moons or years. If you don't know, one moon = one month. If you are reading this sentence right now before reading the entire post as a whole, i advise you to not. Just. Please read the whole thing if you want to make a character. You're gonna save yourself a lot of trouble and save me a lot of time.
As you can see below there's an additional spot to fill that you may have not seen in most character forms here on this site. The "Song Associated" category is purely optional, but encouraged. The only optional areas of the form are Song associated, Other, Siblings, Mate/Crush, offspring, and Parents. Everything else must be filled out. Please put the effort into making your character's description as detailed as you can, in case this RP picks up and goes somewhere there's a chance i'm gonna draw your character for an anniversary or something. For example, be sure to include: eye color, pelt color, fur length, and build. Pictures are appreciated, and can substitute the description categories (eyes/pelt/fur length/build). But, if your picture doesnt show one of these categories well you have to specify it in words.
Now, there are different species...

SPECIES
DogsCoyotesFoxes
Dogs: Are the main focus. There is no limit on how many dogs you can make. Of course, don't make more than you can handle/play.
Coyotes: Play a big role in the plot, but they are small in numbers. There is a limit per person of one or two- coyotes. After we get 10 coyotes, nobody can make any more unless one of them dies. If you make a coyote, ill PM you and tell you the committee's secret that they need to know.
Foxes: Not super important. They kind of do the thing they're gonna do, then split. One fox allowed per person, and just know they only might come back in a future development of the plot after they do what they need to do, but until then they're just. Not the focus. If you make a fox, ill PM you and tell you what the foxes are for.


Form:

Name:
Age:
Rank:
Gender:
Personality:
Breed/species:
Pelt description:
Eye color:
Build:
History:
Pack:
Mate/Crush:
Offspring:
Parents:
Siblings:
Song associated:
Other:
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A big THANK YOU to the squad who helped me make this role play. There are tons of ideas they contributed that I never would have thought of if i was making this alone. Drill it into your HEAD and let it be known that this RP wouldn't be possible without this committee of zesty rapscallions. Give them a round of applause, you BYC civilians:
@HeavensHens88
@RiverStorm
@ChickenCowboy02
@vachick15


CHARACTER LISTS:

Canis:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Xz-MNhU_Ucx-_sUsv1YHY2yqXz3HUeVFAXejQmbHLhU/edit?usp=sharing

Lupus:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_9aa11QXh2R5gMyuU2ht8IajZiLzAFhGMLAXgO7QSfs/edit?usp=sharing

Committee and Foxes:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1o57tgbDQ_EfGzmhmK-1zihvQbE5C445zM3OVwl_0S9M/edit?usp=sharing

CHAT THREAD:

https://www.backyardchickens.com/threads/house-of-wolves-rp-chat-thread.1388805/
 
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Eat a kidney, 'cause we've arrived at the abode of Canis Lupus.

Name: Eskil
Age: 15 moons
Rank: Pup Healer Novitiate
Gender: Male
Personality: Eskil is very rash and doesn't think many things through, something he often regrets after his actions but never seems to change. He's a rebel through and through, but more so behind other's backs, knowing when he has to submit to authority. He's definitely wryly and very much a trickster. Usually humorous and easy for the other youngsters to get along with especially. Easy going and not very focused on religion-- However he does aspire to be more like the wolves to some extent. He enjoys other's presence very much, but he can be known to get jealous if his mother or friends haven't paid him enough attention. Speaking of which, many of his mother's patients of the adult age or overall pack mother-dogs coo over him.
Outwardly he could be be described as pupish and immature, but inwardly he is very self conscious and desperate for his entire pack's approval and attention, just unsure of how to go about getting it. He's also very conscious of his scar, and wishes with unbelievable amounts that he knew his father and brothers.
He enjoys having the spotlight and loves talking to others who share interests. Very much still a fun loving youngster. Likes racing, since he knows he'll win-- Maybe he's not the best loser, but he can take defeat.
Detests seeing others wounded and the thought of killing another dog makes him sick.
He's pretty pessimistic due to his rough few moons of life, and secretly he doesn't trust the coyotes at all, especially since they killed Ontario's mother. He only tells this distrust to his closest friends, knowing how the rest of the pack worship them as demigods.
Breed/species: Mutt, mostly collie. Probably has some whippet and Australian shepherd in there.
Description (eye color, pelt color, build): He's not small, more of a medium size like an Australian shepherd. A rather skinny and lanky body with gracefully long legs, skin clinging closely to his bones. Muscle pretty much doesn't exist on his body and he isn't very strong at all, but his build makes it easy for him to run insanely fast due to his heritage.
His fur is based black and very thick, easily keeping him warm in the cold. A gray stripe rips down the center of his chest.
Tufts of fur frizz out from his cheeks and around his head, framing his pointy muzzle and blaring icy blue eyes that stands out grandly from his body, peering into your soul.
His ears reach straight up towards the sky, then dip suddenly down at the tips; and his tail is long and strands of fur wave off it like a flag.
A long scar that no fur has grown over wraps around the left side of his head.
History: Like many pups, he remembers nothing of his youngest days.
But he remembers the cold.
The way the winter bit into his newborn pelt, and when he opened his eyes, he remembers the smiling face of a red dog-- His mother, Fuchsia. They lived outside of the pack for the first few moons of his life, when Fuchsia taught him the ways of the wild. He was a curious pup, making it believable when he asked his mother how he got his scar, and she answered that he crawled out of the den when she was hunting and tumbled onto some rocks, cutting his soft flesh.
Since a young age, he always asked where his father and siblings were. The answer shook him, that his father disappeared in a blizzard and that the cold took his two brothers.
One day, while exploring with Fuchsia, they came across a pup from Canis Pack dying from consuming poison, surrounded by it's frantic mentor and friend, so his mother-- Who was well taught by her mother and mentor in the ways of the healer-- saved it. At this, the pack's alpha accepted and brought them in, and his mother soon became pack's pup healer. Since then, he's trained steadily under his mother as the future pup's healer; something he quietly disdains and wishes he could be a hunter-- Or better yet, one day, secretary.
That's all he knows of his past. But there is something else he can't bare to admit to himself, but it's easy to see, there's nowhere in your mind that says he's anything like his mother, something the rest of the pack seems to know without saying a word. There doesn't look to be a trace of husky in him, something growing more apparent by the day.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: A crush is open.
Offspring: None.
Parents: Fuchsia (Mother, alive), unknown
Siblings: None. He believes he has two brothers who died when they were newborns, but he has no memories of them, only Fuchsia's words.
Song associated: Zayde Wolf - GLADIATOR
Other: His name means "vessel of the gods".
Username: @RiverStorm

Name: Fuchsia
Age: 5 years
Rank: Pup Healer
Gender: Female
Personality: Define a good mother-- That's Fuchsia. It seems like her entire life has been devoted to others, namely other's pups and her son, and her being is overflowing with empathy for all lives. She practically inhales anger and exhales calm and kindness.
Level headed and knows what to do in a risky situation, finely tuned by years of living in the wilds.
Absolutely vowed to herself that she'd never take another dog's, fox's, or coyote's life, horrified at the ideal of somehow turning into a vicious monster. She's very spiritual and devoted to the wolves, and believes they were benevolent sages filled with limitless wisdom of the wilds-- And Fuchsia is always striving to obtain their favor and said knowledge. She thinks healing others is the destiny planned and set in stone for her since the moment her puppy lungs filled with air for the first time, and thinks everyone has their own individual destinies to fulfill.
She's not fully sold on the coyotes-- Strongly disagreeing with their violence, but does think they're descendants of the wolves and in touch with their spirits, so she stays quiet and follows them solemnly.
She's always happy to give another being advice, and is often sought out by mothers or young dogs looking for help on many subjects.
There's one dog she'd do anything for, however-- Her son, Eskil. She has an unshakable bond with him, and trying her best as his mother. She's very protective but not at all controlling, and always looking for the best thing for him.
He's safety is definitely the most important thing to her-- And probably the only thing that could make her break her oath of never killing or badly wounding another canine.
Breed/species: Purebred husky. A pretty nice build for one, too. Obviously of very good breeding.
Pelt: Base of shining golden, as though the sun's rising rays were perpetually caught in it. Faint flickers of red run down her back and across her sides like the setting sun, and black is thinly marked around her eyes. A mask of white encircles her face and runs down her neck, undersides, legs, and under-tail. Her coat is thick and plush, easily keeping her warm and she keeps it well groomed.
Eyes: Light brown, with streaks of bright golden like dripping honey flowing through them.
(@Flufferes made this for me :3)
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History: Her parents were escaped award winning show-dogs of a very prestigious bloodline who got sick of just getting paraded around by their humans only to have their precious litters of pups to be stolen and sent away. So when Honey found out they were once again expecting, they ran without a glance back.
Fuchsia was born in a warm den in the wilds, the only pup in her litter.
Her father died when she was young, starvation took him when prey became scarce and he refused to let his mate and daughter take that fate-- So he took it for them.
Her mother was a very sweet and kind hearted she-dog, and together they learned herbs under the guidance of a helpful old fox very near the last of his days.
They asked his name, and he said Eskil. The vessel of the gods, a name he had chosen for himself after begging the spirits to grant him wisdom so he may teach others. Needless to say, he greatly impacted her. Like the father-figure she needed.
He passed on every knowledge he had, and by the time she was two years old, she was exceeding him. Foxes and coyotes would often come for her healing, something she'd provide eagerly along with her mother and mentor.
But days passed, and a gang of stray dogs arrived at their den one day. From the moment Eskil saw them, he didn't trust them. But the she-dogs thought differently and welcomed them. They were wrong, he was right. As always.
When the fangs started flashing, they told her to run, and she did. She was horrified when they didn't follow, and slunk back later on to confirm her fears.
No matter her expertise, Honey and Eskil still died that day.
She vowed to never become like those monsters that murdered them.
For many moons, she wandered aimlessly-- In some sort of depressed daze, mostly starving unless she came across an easy kill.
But at some point, she came across a handsome mix breed of a he-dog named Norn, who slowly coxed her out of her depression and won her over. They had two sons, one with her golden pelt named Ansgrim, and one with his chocolate coat named Brandr. The winter in which they were born was the worst in many years, ice coating nearly everything. Norn hunted away from them, even in blizzards, while she stayed with the newborns.
And one day he didn't come back. Nor the following days. Hunger started to get to her, but Fuchsia stayed with the pups. But despite her best tries, they both froze to death-- Brandr, the runt, first, then his bigger brother.
When she finally dragged herself away from that den of death and buried her sons, she went searching for her mate. When she found him, the buzzards were already picking at his frozen carcass. She buried him beside the pups, and fell back into that cold depression.
But not before her milk dried did she come across something-- Another mother-dog, a grey whippet mix, curled up in a sleep position frozen into the snow and wrapped around a still-warm bundle. But while she wasn't wounded, looking like she died in her sleep, her mate, a collie, wasn't far away; his body ripped open with the scent of coyotes still lingering on their kill. It became apparent to her that the mother had frozen to death after her mate had been slain for their food, and was spared because she didn't pose much of a threat, so she returned to the singular living pup.
He was scrawny and all black, with a wound that was struck onto him around the left side of his face blatantly by his father's killers.
Something about him snapping her to become herself once again, taking him away from the bodies after she buried them-- Never telling him of his true parentage. She didn't see the need to tell him his mother died afraid and alone while his father was brutally murdered.
She named him after her mentor and father-figure, Eskil-- Because in her eyes, he was the vessel of hope sent by the gods for her to keep safe.
She became the picture of a great mother, teaching him all she knew and protecting him, loving him. She eventually won them a right into the Canis pack via saving one of their pups and become the pack's Pup Healer, where they reside currently.
Happily.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: Norn (Mate, deceased)
Offspring: Ansgrim (Son, deceased), Brandr (Son, deceased), Eskil (Adoptive son, alive)
Parents: Zeus (Father, deceased) and Honey (Mother, deceased)
Siblings: Many elder siblings that are now unsorted pets or show-dogs
Song associated: NF - IF YOU WANT LOVE
Other: None.
Username: @RiverStorm

Name: Fola
Age: 23 moons
Rank: Paragon's Coyote Committee
Gender: Female
Personality: It's hard to say if she's really a sociopath and mental, or just so shut down because of her parents that she's turned inside out with confusion over who she is. Her only regards to others seems more of some sort of dulled interest, like a scientist watching her test subjects. She only sees their use in her ultimate game with no exact goal, leading her to exhibit odd and repetitive or polar opposite behaviors one after another.
Life's a game and she thinks she's the game-maker.
She's been known to also reveal a very violent side, having-- On the rare occasion-- Broke her cool and lashed out at someone annoying her, usually another youngster. She'd then apologize and hurry off, staying on the quiet side for the next few days.
Despite her slightly bi-polar and sociopath-esque main personality, she's very intelligent and knows how to make strategic moves and cover up her pawsteps, making her unreadable even to the trained eyes and the perfect canine to be hiding something dark.
Outwardly it's almost like she's really trying at times to make friends with the other coyotes and the Lupus dogs, but really she's just trying to get others on her side for no more than the reason than it's a game to her.
She tries her best to stay on the good side of the Paragon and deputations, acknowledging their rank and power over her. She's got somewhat a drive to please still, but after her mother's death it's like her entire being just reworked itself to think she herself to be the most important thing to her, blocking everyone else out internally.
Breed/species: Coydog— Half coyote, half Saarloos wolfdog.
Description: Her coat is especially thick and frizzy, but still shockingly soft to the touch. Her fur color is a dark brown with shimmers of grey, lighter brown, and golden weaved throughout like thin wisps.
She's the size of the average coyote but has a thinner and dainty build, making her easily a very fast opponent.
Her fangs are especially long and white, her lips often peeled to show them off like favored accessories. Her claws almost seem as though she sharpens them, being long and needle sharp like a cat's.
Overall, you'd never know she was half dog.
Eyes: Bright golden in color, but their always filled with a cold intelligence.
History: Her mother, Ama, was a cold member of the committee who eventually had a singular pup, Fola, with a he-dog in secret. Not a soul knew who the coyote's father was, and the only ones who knew he was a dog was Ama and Fola.
Ama set incredibly high expectations for her daughter, probably because she was part dog and thus "at a disadvantage in life", carelessly pushing her to always be better, in a worse sort of way. Her puphood was quickly shattered, replaced with hard training and rigid behavior.
Everyday she tried to please her mother, days turned to weeks, weeks to moons, moons to a full year of her life. She never knew what Ama truly wanted, and for awhile there she convinced herself she loved her mother. But once that first full year of her life was wiled away feeling like a complete failure, something deep down snapped.
No one found out what happened to Ama, just that one early morning the Lupus patrol found her dead in the stream with fang marks in her throat, a swift but brutal kill-- Her killer's scent washed away by the water. During the night it had rained hard, also, and hide any surrounding scents of possible killers also. Whoever killed her, planned it.
Fola broke down when the news came of her "beloved" mother's death, and for a few weeks she went from extra friendly to way too much on the aggressive side.
But one day it was like you could see her mind reworking and rebooting itself, and she became a picture of intelligence and began to seem outwardly fine.
Since then, she's gladly served as her mother's replacement in the Paragon's coyote committee.
Pack: Both and yet neither, as she's part of the Paragon's committee. But she has a particular liking towards the Lupus for being "stronger" and more "loyal", while she completely disdains the Canis pack-- Of whom it's very probable her father hailed from as Ama hinted at it.
Mate/Crush: None, she couldn't bring herself to fully loving one if she tried. But, maybe, if it benefited her for some reason or someone really caught her eye, she'd change her mind.
Offspring: None. Pups don't interest her in the slightest way.
Parents: Ama (Mother, deceased), her father was an unimportant, unknown, and now possibly deceased dog; presumably a Canis Packer.
Siblings: None.
Song associated: Jonathan Thulin - CRY WOLF
Other: Her name means "honor", ironically. It's also pronounced "Faw-la".
Username: @RiverStorm

Name: Aesir
Age: 13 moons
Rank: Guardian Novitiate
Gender: Male
Personality: He puts on a brave face for his pack, for himself, he never wants anyone to know just how weak he really is. How scared, how hurt, he truly is.
He knows how to handle himself, but he can't help but feel small and weak around dogs of high rank or the coyotes. He doesn't want them to one day get sick of him and throw him out like he was as a pup.
As for those few that look up to him? Well, he's been an actual stray and he doesn't want to lead anyone astray. He wants to be there as a guardian for others.
He tries to act brave and tough, strong and prideful like the rest of his pack, but he doesn't have too much oomph behind the mask. But needless, he still keeps it up around most canines and acts all cocky and like he's already a Guardian.
He's not disinterested in religion, and he tries his best to understand it, but internally it's just hard to click with why they'd worship dead dudes and elevate their jerks of descendants to that of demigods. Not that he'd let anyone know he thinks that, as far as everyone else knows? He's devoted to the core to the wolves and wants all the blessings they have to offer.
Aesir is very keen and skilled in tracking, and an excellent teammate who knows when to take orders and when he has to step up and overcome his fears to take charge.
All other traits aside, his worst fear is being thrown away once more.
For his friends and higher ups to finally get sick of him and let him fade away. Simply put, he's desperately terrified of being unwanted.
He just wants to have a purpose, a place, a home.
Breed/species: White Belgian shepherd dog.
Description: A tall and muscular build even for his age, capable of long runs of stamina and considerably strong. His claws are jagged and chipped, badly ignored by him and never bit off and trimmed. Mid way down his tail was broken at a young age and now is permanently making a right and sideways L shape.
Pelt: Thick and pure, blazing white. Plums of fur hang like a mane around his neck and feathering spurts off his cheeks and tail. His coat is also in dire need of attention as it's badly knotted and usually covered in mud.
Eyes: Uncomfortably knowing amber eyes that look like they want to burn a hole into your head.
(@Flufferes made this for me :3)
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History: Being flung out of his owner's moving car at only two moons old wasn't how he expected his young life to go, but when he was unwanted, that's how it went.
He doesn't remember his siblings, hardly his parents, only that his owners didn't want him anymore, and that's how he found himself wandering around in the wilderness for a moon or two, at which point he taught himself how to hunt and survive on rodents.
One day, he-- Quite literally, fell into the Lupus encampment.
After awhile, they let him join the pack due to his survival skills and keen senses. Previously being nameless, he was assigned a name by their alpha-- Aesir, for being so able to survive the wilds without any adults as a young pup.
They immediately had him try to become a Novitiate, at which he aced his hunting lessons and patrolling tests, but he didn't do so well at healing-- Rather failing in that area, miserably. So they let him decide between the two he did well at, and he jumped at the idea of being a Guardian.
So he was assigned his mentor, and has been a Guardian Novitiate for the Lupus ever since, and he doesn't know anything better than actually being wanted.
Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: Open and a crush wanted.
Offspring: None.
Parents: Unknown Belgian shepherds of unknown status.
Siblings: Who knows? Maybe he was an only pup, maybe he's got a litter of siblings or elder siblings; maybe they're dead, maybe they're alive.
Song associated: Sleeping at Last - FOUR
Other: His name literally means "multiple gods" and is pronounced "Ice-ir".
Username: @RiverStorm
 
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HECK YEAH THIS IS GREAT

My wholesome gorl

Name: Koi
Age: 3 Years
Rank: Hunter
Gender: Female
Personality: Shy and anxious when around strangers, but with friends, she's an extreme extrovert. She tries her best to be helpful when possible. Extremely loyal if she's your friend you can count on her to always have your back. Nervous disposition. Cautious about new things. Very dedicated to what she believes in.
Breed/species: English Setter
Description (eye color, pelt color, build):
Mostly black with orange undersides and socks, white vitligo in various places (i.e. snout, head, paws, back)
Greyish-white eyes
Lanky build
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(Illustration by our lovely leader @Flufferes)
History: West Canisdelphia born and raised, in the closet is where she spent most of her days, cryin.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: ha
Offspring: no
Parents: Dead??
Siblings: None????
Song associated: "I Know A Place" by Conan Gray (Cavetown cover)
Other: oh look a flag
Username: @ChickenCowboy02

My angsty boi

Name: Tern
Age: 2 Years
Rank: Guardian
Gender: Male
Personality: Greedy, selfish, narcissistic, sadistic, cold, conniving, he has no redeemable qualities, perhaps a tad unrealistic, but oh well.
Breed/species: German Shepard Mutt
Description (eye color, pelt color, build): Brown eyes, white pelt with multiple black blotches, muscular build
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(Illustration by le Fluffington)
History: His father said the world was ruthless, he took it to heart too much.
Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: Open, idk who would want to be a mate with this trainwreck.
Offspring: None.
Parents: Riptide (I might make him idk), Coral (dead)
Siblings: None, his angst was too much.
Song associated: "I Don't Care" by Fall Out Boy
Other:
Username:
@ChickenCowboy02

Sad boi
(Thanks @Flufferes for giving me this dood)

Name: Sundance
Age: 29 moons
Rank: hunter
Gender: male
Personality: quiet and faithful. He is very dedicated to the wolves, believing everything about them. He can be distant at times, and often finds himself in dissociative moods, but he tries his best to keep his head above the water. Is very afraid of losing the ones he loves, his friend group is very small and tight-knit because of it. He is dedicated to pack life and loves serving his pack. This is his place, and he will never give it up. He was meant to be here.
Breed/species: american foxhound/german shepherd mix, though his shepherd side doesn't stand out much.
Description: Brown eyes, thick build. Fur is mostly white and a bit long for a foxhound. Head is mostly brown, with a white blaze. His tail is german-shepherd like furwise, all white with a black tip. Long floppy ears. His back has a large brown patch with a smaller black patch in the middle. Front left paw is brown.
History: It couldn't have started better.
Born in a nice litter, on a farm in southwest British Columbia. His parents- a foxhound named Dixie and a noble kindhearted german shepherd that went by Angus. His sisters: Dolly, Blackbird, paisley. His only brother, Dallas. Sundance never knew his father Angus well- he belonged to the neighbors on the left side of his own land. The neighbors were forced off their property when he was young, and his father is just a vague idea in his mind. It never bothered him too much, but it bothered his brother.
Dallas was always seen as sensitive to Sundance. He got riled up real easy, this would be proven time and time again during play fights with his sisters. Someone would bite down a little too hard and he would go bolting to mom in tears. Anything that went slightly wrong, he would lose it. Everything got to him, and all Dixie did was continue to comfort him. Dallas always asked what his dad was like, and Dixie always wove him the most splendid stories about Angus and his valor. She would say Angus' farm would be in shambles if he was ever gone. Whenever any of the pups asked why Angus had to leave and why his farm wasn't there no more- she would never answer. One thing Dallas would never do is join in with his siblings during a night out to mess with the grazing cattle. One cool Early July night was an exception.
Sneaking under the wooden fence, A place Sundance had made the only memory of his father that sticks out to him. One morning, a little 9 week old Sundance was the only one out of the litter awake. Angus stopped by to check up on his beloved offspring, all but one were asleep like their mother that they huddled against. Angus took sundance out for a walk along the old wooden fence line, the crisp dawn air in the waking world was a feeling he always hung on to. Forever, dawn would be his favorite time of day. Angus told Sundance how much he loved him, and how important he was to him. Walking back up to the barn where the rest of his family still lie asleep, sundance settled against his mother, but his comfort didn't last long. Angus had nudged Dixie awake, and ushered her outside the barn door. Something wasn't right. Minutes later, Dixie returned with tears in her eyes. She held her head low, laying down where she was before. Her eyes were distraught, and her heartbeat could be heard from a mile away. Sundance asked what was wrong but there was no response, and he fell back asleep. That was the last time he ever saw his father.
Creeping along the fence, 5 wayward young dogs had their eyes set on a herd of prime condition jersey cows under the full moon. Their goal? Herd them in a circle.
A stupid idea made up by stupid kids. The border collie that worked these cattle and how he did his thing was always a fascinating sight for them to see. Whenever the collie came out, all eyes were on him. Even Dallas would sit by and watch, if it was convenient for him. Usually, Sundance and his sisters would just watch the cattle and plan their moves. But tonight was different, they were ready to go. They decided their operation wasn't going to work without Dallas, but after some pestering and bribing, they got him on board.
Sitting along the fence, egging each other on, "you go" and "no you first". Eventually, Paisley, the firstborn daughter and i'm self righteous biggest sister lead the chase. From that point on, everything went downhill.
Paisley broke into her run with a loud howl. Immediately, bovine heads were turning and some even stumbling to their feet. Everyone else got into their designated positions: Dallas taking the herd from the west, Dolly taking north field, Blackbird taking south field, and Sundance taking east. Paisley being the agitator, of course. All of them barked simultaneously, barely scaring stragglers to move closer to the heart of the assortment of black and white mud stained bodies. An absolute ruckus, falling apart quickly. A blood curdling whimper broke through the night from the western side. and all the siblings ran toward the general direction, which made the whole herd go that exact way with them. Immediately, a rapid succession of whimpers and painful howls sounded like gunshots echoing through the flat land, probably even reaching into the trees it was so loud. Sundance and his sisters howled and howled while the border collie barreled down the field with flashlights behind him. Not before a frantic round of interrogation, "what on Gods green earth do you rapscallions thing you are doing here with my cows," the collie effortlessly cleared out the herd to see a lump of white fur among them.
Dallas lay lifeless in the mud and grass.
Dixie was certainly not happy. Rather than shame all the siblings, she just mourned quietly and didn't make eye contact. Until sundown. Dixie pulled Sundance aside, down to the scarecrow in the corn field. Knee-high by the fourth of july- the crop certainly fit the rhyme. What Dixie told him came as a complete shock- "You know, he was jealous of you."
But why? She went on to tell. As a runt, Dallas felt inferior to everyone else. He had a problem with himself, being born last. Dixie did all she could to comfort him, and tell him she didn't think any less of him just because he was born last. This was just one part of himself he picked at, and Dixie suspected what made his mother so critical of himself was something Sundance said. Something Sundance didn't even remember saying- he was so young and ignorant when he uttered the words that broke his brothers heart and mind.
"before dad left, he told me he loved me very very much."
That's what got to Dallas. All he wanted to do was know his father. His father was all he wanted to live up to. He didn't want to prove himself to his siblings, or his mother really, he wanted his dad to know that even though he was a runt he could do anything any other dog could do. Needless to say, Sundance felt pretty bad for a long time.
The end of July came and went, as did August. In September a new foe would appear, and Sundance's home, his farm, his life, would meet the same fate as his dad's. The people, his loving masters couldn't afford the farm anymore. Unable to pay the loans, summer's crops just didn't make the cut. The bank came and that didn't end well.
Now Paisley, as you may have gathered, she was one of the feistier sisters. Her and Dolly lead most of the cattle plan, with those two dogs you could tell in their eyes they held secrets in their hearts and distasteful whispers on their tongues. Sundance saw their admirable side somehow, and loved them nonetheless. He never said it out loud, but it was very easy to see Blackbird was his favorite sister. But anyway, Dixie had already explained to everyone what was going to happen, and they all gathered to watch the auction for the farmland. As the auctioner stood in front of the crowd that had gathered to bid, a flash of white and brown struck the leg of the man, toppling him over.
Dolly wasn't going to let this happen. She couldn't let go, and if it this was going to be the death of her, she would accept it.
Bang.
Dolly went limp.
Dixie howled, immediately jumping up and running to her daughter.
Bang.
Dixie fell to the ground.
Sundance, Paisley, and Blackbird were left. They couldn't believe what they just saw. There wasn't anything else to go, but
to leave. Booking it for the woods, Paisley stopped halfway. Looking back, Sundance stopped, and so did Blackbird.
"What are you doing? We can't stay here!"
"I'm staying."
"you can't stay! it's not ours anymore, nobody here can save us but ourselves."
A tear ran down Sundance's white fur.
"Everyone's dead."
"Our masters aren't dead."
And like that, Paisley turned around. That was the last anyone saw of her. Sundance and Blackbird were on their own in the woods now.
Traveling for days, somehow managing by catching some small prey and occasionally even running after foxes, they made it good until late November came.
The winter was harsh, and prey was scarce. They were on a road that lead off into inevitable destruction. One night under a massive douglas fir tree, deep within the trademark low branches at the base where they found shelter from the snow, Sundance recalled a story his mother told him. A story about dogs- dogs that lived deep in the woods, with their own social structure and a completely different life than the one he was used to. She told him about their saviors, she told him about the wolves- powerful wild dogs that were ten times stronger than the dogs he knows. Wolves were gray and brown and black, had big fangs, and could run forever. Stronger than any average dog, and taller too. She told him how the wolves granted these dogs in the woods a holy land, and anyone who would seek it out could live under the wolves protection forever, and always be safe. That's what Sundance was going to do. He was going to find the wild dogs and he was going to live in peace under the wolves. At this point in his life, he told himself peace and security was the only thing he needed. Immediately he retold the story to Blackbird, and they went out together in the night to find them. The two talked for a long time, sharing stories their mother told them. Sundance was eager to be able to finally find a secure place to live, he was finally going to settle down and live happily with the only family he had left. He hadn't even noticed Blackbird had fallen silent while he thought about their warm future while walking through the frozen woodland. Suddenly Blackbird stopped dead in her tracks. Sundance asked her what was the matter.
Blackbird collapsed.
She couldn't walk any further. Her paws were frost bitten, she was just too cold. With nothing around to sustain her, she gave herself up to the elements. The ground was too frozen to dig into, so Sundance huddled against her until she was completely gone. He retreated under a nearby tree well and watched as the snow covered her. After days of searching, he found himself in the paws Canis pack guardians on patrol. They took him in, got him checked up by the healers, and he got what he wanted.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: none
Offspring: doesn't want any
Parents: Angus (unknown if dead or alive) Dixie (dead)
Siblings: Dolly (dead) dallas (dead) blackbird (dead) and paisley (unknown if dead or alive)
Song associated: "Rain on the Scarecrow" by John Mellencamp.
Other: haha sad farm dog go brrr
Username: @ChickenCowboy02
 
Name: Heather
Age: 42 moons
Rank: sickness healer
Gender: female
Personality: Outwardly friendly and optimistic but wants to be in control of things. Does not want to be controlled herself. Clever and possesses much intelligence. She likes to micromanage her situation. She would never speak of her judgement of others, in order to keep others from judging her, but internally she is very judgemental, a flaw she is trying to improve upon.
Breed/species: Border Collie cross
Pelt description: solid black and shaggy
Eye color: dark brown
Build: medium, with somewhat shorter legs, still meets height limit.
Here’s my trash sketch
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History: Quite ordinary, she was born into the pack to a border Collie and a mutt. Her siblings? Well... one was born dead and the other was weak and died soon after. Heather was the only healthy pup and was raised alone, but even she was never quite as strong as the others her age. Early on, Heather decided she wanted to be a healer, which matched her personality and intelligence perfectly. She also knew that she would never achieve a high rank otherwise, not being very strong in constitution.
Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: open please fill this
Offspring: open please fill this
Parents: one is a Border Collie, the other is a mix of some sort (open)
But if they turn out to be dead it’s no big deal
Siblings: dead
Song associated: none
Other: uhhh Idk how to play a healer but it was open sooo
Username: @Amer
 
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Name: Clover
Age: 25 moons
Rank: Hunter
Gender: Male
Personality: a salted nut roll. A strange mixture of salt and eccentricity. Has a hidden marshmallowy filling, but even that is in odd taste. He speaks little of, and appears to think little about his mysterious past. But in truth he thinks about it a lot.
Breed/species: Kerry Blue Terrier
Pelt description: Somewhat draggled because he doesn’t have a professional dog groomer like most of the Kerry Blue’s you see. Curly. Even shade of blue.
Eye color: dark brown... rarely visible due to his impressive eyebrows, but when seen they have an odd light.
Build: Sometimes derpy looking, others, quite majestic. Long legged. Has a docked tail.
I shall attach another horrible drawing
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Just your typical Kerry Blue
History: Clover showed up in the Canis border at 4 moons old, starving and begging for help. But what his life was like before that, even he doesn’t remember.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: none
Offspring: none
Parents: presumably out there
Siblings: “”
Song associated: I don’t know very many songs
Other: Enjoys digging and chasing rodents.
Username: @Amer
 
*gives you a gold star and a packet of koolaid*

Eat a kidney, 'cause we've arrived at the abode of Canis Lupus.

Name: Eskil
Age: 15 moons
Rank: Pup Healer Novitiate
Gender: Male
Personality: Eskil is very rash and doesn't think many things through, something he often regrets after his actions but never seems to change. He's a rebel through and through, but more so behind other's backs, knowing when he has to submit to authority. He's definitely wryly and very much a trickster. Usually humorous and easy for the other youngsters to get along with especially. Easy going and not very focused on religion-- However he does aspire to be more like the wolves to some extent. He enjoys other's presence very much, but he can be known to get jealous if his mother or friends haven't paid him enough attention. Speaking of which, many of his mother's patients of the adult age or overall pack mother-dogs coo over him.
Outwardly he could be be described as pupish and immature, but inwardly he is very self conscious and desperate for his entire pack's approval and attention, just unsure of how to go about getting it. He's also very conscious of his scar, and wishes with unbelievable amounts that he knew his father and brothers.
He enjoys having the spotlight and loves talking to others who share interests. Very much still a fun loving youngster. Likes racing, since he knows he'll win-- Maybe he's not the best loser, but he can take defeat.
Detests seeing others wounded and the thought of killing another dog makes him sick.
He's pretty pessimistic due to his rough few moons of life, and secretly he doesn't trust the coyotes at all, especially since they killed Ontario's mother. He only tells this distrust to his closest friends, knowing how the rest of the pack worship them as demigods.
Breed/species: Mutt, mostly collie. Probably has some whippet and Australian shepherd in there.
Description (eye color, pelt color, build): He's not small, more of a medium size like an Australian shepherd. A rather skinny and lanky body with gracefully long legs, skin clinging closely to his bones. Muscle pretty much doesn't exist on his body and he isn't very strong at all, but his build makes it easy for him to run insanely fast due to his heritage.
His fur is based black and very thick, easily keeping him warm in the cold. A gray stripe rips down the center of his chest.
Tufts of fur frizz out from his cheeks and around his head, framing his pointy muzzle and blaring icy blue eyes that stands out grandly from his body, peering into your soul.
His ears reach straight up towards the sky, then dip suddenly down at the tips; and his tail is long and strands of fur wave off it like a flag.
A long scar that no fur has grown over wraps around the left side of his head.
History: Like many pups, he remembers nothing of his youngest days.
But he remembers the cold.
The way the winter bit into his newborn pelt, and when he opened his eyes, he remembers the smiling face of a red dog-- His mother, Fuchsia. They lived outside of the pack for the first few moons of his life, when Fuchsia taught him the ways of the wild. He was a curious pup, making it believable when he asked his mother how he got his scar, and she answered that he crawled out of the den when she was hunting and tumbled onto some rocks, cutting his soft flesh.
Since a young age, he always asked where his father and siblings were. The answer shook him, that his father disappeared in a blizzard and that the cold took his two brothers.
One day, while exploring with Fuchsia, they came across a pup from Canis Pack dying from consuming poison, surrounded by it's frantic mentor and friend, so his mother-- Who was well taught by her mother and mentor in the ways of the healer-- saved it. At this, the pack's alpha accepted and brought them in, and his mother soon became pack's pup healer. Since then, he's trained steadily under his mother as the future pup's healer; something he quietly disdains and wishes he could be a hunter-- Or better yet, one day, secretary.
That's all he knows of his past. But there is something else he can't bare to admit to himself, but it's easy to see, there's nowhere in your mind that says he's anything like his mother, something the rest of the pack seems to know without saying a word. There doesn't look to be a trace of husky in him, something growing more apparent by the day.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: A crush is open.
Offspring: None.
Parents: Fuchsia (Mother, alive), unknown
Siblings: None. He believes he has two brothers who died when they were newborns, but he has no memories of them, only Fuchsia's words.
Song associated: Zayde Wolf - GLADIATOR
Other: His name means "vessel of the gods".
Username: @RiverStorm

Name: Fuchsia
Age: 5 years
Rank: Pup Healer
Gender: Female
Personality: Define a good mother-- That's Fuchsia. It seems like her entire life has been devoted to others, namely other's pups and her son, and her being is overflowing with empathy for all lives. She practically inhales anger and exhales calm and kindness.
Level headed and knows what to do in a risky situation, finely tuned by years of living in the wilds.
Absolutely vowed to herself that she'd never take another dog's, fox's, or coyote's life, horrified at the ideal of somehow turning into a vicious monster. She's very spiritual and devoted to the wolves, and believes they were benevolent sages filled with limitless wisdom of the wilds-- And Fuchsia is always striving to obtain their favor and said knowledge. She thinks healing others is the destiny planned and set in stone for her since the moment her puppy lungs filled with air for the first time, and thinks everyone has their own individual destinies to fulfill.
She's not fully sold on the coyotes-- Strongly disagreeing with their violence, but does think they're descendants of the wolves and in touch with their spirits, so she stays quiet and follows them solemnly.
She's always happy to give another being advice, and is often sought out by mothers or young dogs looking for help on many subjects.
There's one dog she'd do anything for, however-- Her son, Eskil. She has an unshakable bond with him, and trying her best as his mother. She's very protective but not at all controlling, and always looking for the best thing for him.
He's safety is definitely the most important thing to her-- And probably the only thing that could make her break her oath of never killing or badly wounding another canine.
Breed/species: Purebred husky. A pretty nice build for one, too. Obviously of very good breeding.
Pelt: Base of shining golden, as though the sun's rising rays were perpetually caught in it. Faint flickers of red run down her back and across her sides like the setting sun, and black is thinly marked around her eyes. A mask of white encircles her face and runs down her neck, undersides, legs, and under-tail. Her coat is thick and plush, easily keeping her warm and she keeps it well groomed.
Eyes: Light brown, with streaks of bright golden like dripping honey flowing through them.
(@Flufferes made this for me :3)
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History: Her parents were escaped award winning show-dogs of a very prestigious bloodline who got sick of just getting paraded around by their humans only to have their precious litters of pups to be stolen and sent away. So when Honey found out they were once again expecting, they ran without a glance back.
Fuchsia was born in a warm den in the wilds, the only pup in her litter.
Her father died when she was young, starvation took him when prey became scarce and he refused to let his mate and daughter take that fate-- So he took it for them.
Her mother was a very sweet and kind hearted she-dog, and together they learned herbs under the guidance of a helpful old fox very near the last of his days.
They asked his name, and he said Eskil. The vessel of the gods, a name he had chosen for himself after begging the spirits to grant him wisdom so he may teach others. Needless to say, he greatly impacted her. Like the father-figure she needed.
He passed on every knowledge he had, and by the time she was two years old, she was exceeding him. Foxes and coyotes would often come for her healing, something she'd provide eagerly along with her mother and mentor.
But days passed, and a gang of stray dogs arrived at their den one day. From the moment Eskil saw them, he didn't trust them. But the she-dogs thought differently and welcomed them. They were wrong, he was right. As always.
When the fangs started flashing, they told her to run, and she did. She was horrified when they didn't follow, and slunk back later on to confirm her fears.
No matter her expertise, Honey and Eskil still died that day.
She vowed to never become like those monsters that murdered them.
For many moons, she wandered aimlessly-- In some sort of depressed daze, mostly starving unless she came across an easy kill.
But at some point, she came across a handsome mix breed of a he-dog named Norn, who slowly coxed her out of her depression and won her over. They had two sons, one with her golden pelt named Ansgrim, and one with his chocolate coat named Brandr. The winter in which they were born was the worst in many years, ice coating nearly everything. Norn hunted away from them, even in blizzards, while she stayed with the newborns.
And one day he didn't come back. Nor the following days. Hunger started to get to her, but Fuchsia stayed with the pups. But despite her best tries, they both froze to death-- Brandr, the runt, first, then his bigger brother.
When she finally dragged herself away from that den of death and buried her sons, she went searching for her mate. When she found him, the buzzards were already picking at his frozen carcass. She buried him beside the pups, and fell back into that cold depression.
But not before her milk dried did she come across something-- Another mother-dog, a grey whippet mix, curled up in a sleep position frozen into the snow and wrapped around a still-warm bundle. But while she wasn't wounded, looking like she died in her sleep, her mate, a collie, wasn't far away; his body ripped open with the scent of coyotes still lingering on their kill. It became apparent to her that the mother had frozen to death after her mate had been slain for their food, and was spared because she didn't pose much of a threat, so she returned to the singular living pup.
He was scrawny and all black, with a wound that was struck onto him around the left side of his face blatantly by his father's killers.
Something about him snapping her to become herself once again, taking him away from the bodies after she buried them-- Never telling him of his true parentage. She didn't see the need to tell him his mother died afraid and alone while his father was brutally murdered.
She named him after her mentor and father-figure, Eskil-- Because in her eyes, he was the vessel of hope sent by the gods for her to keep safe.
She became the picture of a great mother, teaching him all she knew and protecting him, loving him. She eventually won them a right into the Canis pack via saving one of their pups and become the pack's Pup Healer, where they reside currently.
Happily.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: Norn (Mate, deceased)
Offspring: Ansgrim (Son, deceased), Brandr (Son, deceased), Eskil (Adoptive son, alive)
Parents: Zeus (Father, deceased) and Honey (Mother, deceased)
Siblings: Many elder siblings that are now unsorted pets or show-dogs
Song associated: NF - IF YOU WANT LOVE
Other: None.
Username: @RiverStorm

Name: Fola
Age: 23 moons
Rank: Paragon's Coyote Committee
Gender: Female
Personality: It's hard to say if she's really a sociopath and mental, or just so shut down because of her parents that she's turned inside out with confusion over who she is. Her only regards to others seems more of some sort of dulled interest, like a scientist watching her test subjects. She only sees their use in her ultimate game with no exact goal, leading her to exhibit odd and repetitive or polar opposite behaviors one after another.
Life's a game and she thinks she's the game-maker.
She's been known to also reveal a very violent side, having-- On the rare occasion-- Broke her cool and lashed out at someone annoying her, usually another youngster. She'd then apologize and hurry off, staying on the quiet side for the next few days.
Despite her slightly bi-polar and sociopath-esque main personality, she's very intelligent and knows how to make strategic moves and cover up her pawsteps, making her unreadable even to the trained eyes and the perfect canine to be hiding something dark.
Outwardly it's almost like she's really trying at times to make friends with the other coyotes and the Lupus dogs, but really she's just trying to get others on her side for no more than the reason than it's a game to her.
She tries her best to stay on the good side of the Paragon and deputations, acknowledging their rank and power over her. She's got somewhat a drive to please still, but after her mother's death it's like her entire being just reworked itself to think she herself to be the most important thing to her, blocking everyone else out internally.
Breed/species: Coydog— Half coyote, half Saarloos wolfdog.
Description: Her coat is especially thick and frizzy, but still shockingly soft to the touch. Her fur color is a dark brown with shimmers of grey, lighter brown, and golden weaved throughout like thin wisps.
She's the size of the average coyote but has a thinner and dainty build, making her easily a very fast opponent.
Her fangs are especially long and white, her lips often peeled to show them off like favored accessories. Her claws almost seem as though she sharpens them, being long and needle sharp like a cat's.
Overall, you'd never know she was half dog.
Eyes: Bright golden in color, but their always filled with a cold intelligence.
History: Her mother, Ama, was a cold member of the committee who eventually had a singular pup, Fola, with a he-dog in secret. Not a soul knew who the coyote's father was, and the only ones who knew he was a dog was Ama and Fola.
Ama set incredibly high expectations for her daughter, probably because she was part dog and thus "at a disadvantage in life", carelessly pushing her to always be better, in a worse sort of way. Her puphood was quickly shattered, replaced with hard training and rigid behavior.
Everyday she tried to please her mother, days turned to weeks, weeks to moons, moons to a full year of her life. She never knew what Ama truly wanted, and for awhile there she convinced herself she loved her mother. But once that first full year of her life was wiled away feeling like a complete failure, something deep down snapped.
No one found out what happened to Ama, just that one early morning the Lupus patrol found her dead in the stream with fang marks in her throat, a swift but brutal kill-- Her killer's scent washed away by the water. During the night it had rained hard, also, and hide any surrounding scents of possible killers also. Whoever killed her, planned it.
Fola broke down when the news came of her "beloved" mother's death, and for a few weeks she went from extra friendly to way too much on the aggressive side.
But one day it was like you could see her mind reworking and rebooting itself, and she became a picture of intelligence and began to seem outwardly fine.
Since then, she's gladly served as her mother's replacement in the Paragon's coyote committee.
Pack: Both and yet neither, as she's part of the Paragon's committee. But she has a particular liking towards the Lupus for being "stronger" and more "loyal", while she completely disdains the Canis pack-- Of whom it's very probable her father hailed from as Ama hinted at it.
Mate/Crush: None, she couldn't bring herself to fully loving one if she tried. But, maybe, if it benefited her for some reason or someone really caught her eye, she'd change her mind.
Offspring: None. Pups don't interest her in the slightest way.
Parents: Ama (Mother, deceased), her father was an unimportant, unknown, and now possibly deceased dog; presumably a Canis Packer.
Siblings: None.
Song associated: Jonathan Thulin - CRY WOLF
Other: Her name means "honor", ironically. It's also pronounced "Faw-la".
Username: @RiverStorm

Name: Aesir
Age: 13 moons
Rank: Guardian Novitiate
Gender: Male
Personality: He puts on a brave face for his pack, for himself, he never wants anyone to know just how weak he really is. How scared, how hurt, he truly is.
He knows how to handle himself, but he can't help but feel small and weak around dogs of high rank or the coyotes. He doesn't want them to one day get sick of him and throw him out like he was as a pup.
As for those few that look up to him? Well, he's been an actual stray and he doesn't want to lead anyone astray. He wants to be there as a guardian for others.
He tries to act brave and tough, strong and prideful like the rest of his pack, but he doesn't have too much oomph behind the mask. But needless, he still keeps it up around most canines and acts all cocky and like he's already a Guardian.
He's not disinterested in religion, and he tries his best to understand it, but internally it's just hard to click with why they'd worship dead dudes and elevate their jerks of descendants to that of demigods. Not that he'd let anyone know he thinks that, as far as everyone else knows? He's devoted to the core to the wolves and wants all the blessings they have to offer.
Aesir is very keen and skilled in tracking, and an excellent teammate who knows when to take orders and when he has to step up and overcome his fears to take charge.
All other traits aside, his worst fear is being thrown away once more.
For his friends and higher ups to finally get sick of him and let him fade away. Simply put, he's desperately terrified of being unwanted.
He just wants to have a purpose, a place, a home.
Breed/species: White Belgian shepherd dog.
Description: A tall and muscular build even for his age, capable of long runs of stamina and considerably strong. His claws are jagged and chipped, badly ignored by him and never bit off and trimmed. Mid way down his tail was broken at a young age and now is permanently making a right and sideways L shape.
Pelt: Thick and pure, blazing white. Plums of fur hang like a mane around his neck and feathering spurts off his cheeks and tail. His coat is also in dire need of attention as it's badly knotted and usually covered in mud.
Eyes: Uncomfortably knowing amber eyes that look like they want to burn a hole into your head.
(@Flufferes made this for me :3)
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History: Being flung out of his owner's moving car at only two moons old wasn't how he expected his young life to go, but when he was unwanted, that's how it went.
He doesn't remember his siblings, hardly his parents, only that his owners didn't want him anymore, and that's how he found himself wandering around in the wilderness for a moon or two, at which point he taught himself how to hunt and survive on rodents.
One day, he-- Quite literally, fell into the Lupus encampment.
After awhile, they let him join the pack due to his survival skills and keen senses. Previously being nameless, he was assigned a name by their alpha-- Aesir, for being so able to survive the wilds without any adults as a young pup.
They immediately had him try to become a Novitiate, at which he aced his hunting lessons and patrolling tests, but he didn't do so well at healing-- Rather failing in that area, miserably. So they let him decide between the two he did well at, and he jumped at the idea of being a Guardian.
So he was assigned his mentor, and has been a Guardian Novitiate for the Lupus ever since, and he doesn't know anything better than actually being wanted.
Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: Open and a crush wanted.
Offspring: None.
Parents: Unknown Belgian shepherds of unknown status.
Siblings: Who knows? Maybe he was an only pup, maybe he's got a litter of siblings or elder siblings; maybe they're dead, maybe they're alive.
Song associated: Sleeping at Last - FOUR
Other: His name literally means "multiple gods" and is pronounced "Ice-ir".
Username: @RiverStorm
HECK YEAH THIS IS GREAT

My wholesome gorl

Name: Koi
Age: 3 Years
Rank: Hunter
Gender: Female
Personality: Shy and anxious when around strangers, but with friends, she's an extreme extrovert. She tries her best to be helpful when possible. Extremely loyal if she's your friend you can count on her to always have your back. Nervous disposition. Cautious about new things. Very dedicated to what she believes in.
Breed/species: English Setter
Description (eye color, pelt color, build):
Mostly black with orange undersides and socks, white vitligo in various places (i.e. snout, head, paws, back)
Greyish-white eyes
Lanky build
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(Illustration by our lovely leader @Flufferes)
History: West Canisdelphia born and raised, in the closet is where she spent most of her days, cryin.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: ha
Offspring: no
Parents: Dead??
Siblings: None????
Song associated: "I Know A Place" by Conan Gray (Cavetown cover)
Other: oh look a flag
Username: @ChickenCowboy02

My angsty boi

Name: Tern
Age: 2 Years
Rank: Guardian
Gender: Male
Personality: Greedy, selfish, narcissistic, sadistic, cold, conniving, he has no redeemable qualities, perhaps a tad unrealistic, but oh well.
Breed/species: German Shepard Mutt
Description (eye color, pelt color, build): Brown eyes, white pelt with multiple black blotches, muscular build
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(Illustration by le Fluffington)
History: His father said the world was ruthless, he took it to heart too much.
Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: Open, idk who would want to be a mate with this trainwreck.
Offspring: None.
Parents: Riptide (I might make him idk), Coral (dead)
Siblings: None, his angst was too much.
Song associated: "I Don't Care" by Fall Out Boy
Other:
Username:
@ChickenCowboy02

Sad boi
(Thanks @Flufferes for giving me this dood)

Name: Sundance
Age: 29 moons
Rank: hunter
Gender: male
Personality: quiet and faithful. He is very dedicated to the wolves, believing everything about them. He can be distant at times, and often finds himself in dissociative moods, but he tries his best to keep his head above the water. Is very afraid of losing the ones he loves, his friend group is very small and tight-knit because of it. He is dedicated to pack life and loves serving his pack. This is his place, and he will never give it up. He was meant to be here.
Breed/species: american foxhound/german shepherd mix, though his shepherd side doesn't stand out much.
Description: Brown eyes, thick build. Fur is mostly white and a bit long for a foxhound. Head is mostly brown, with a white blaze. His tail is german-shepherd like furwise, all white with a black tip. Long floppy ears. His back has a large brown patch with a smaller black patch in the middle. Front left paw is brown.
History: It couldn't have started better.
Born in a nice litter, on a farm in southwest British Columbia. His parents- a foxhound named Dixie and a noble kindhearted german shepherd that went by Angus. His sisters: Dolly, Blackbird, paisley. His only brother, Dallas. Sundance never knew his father Angus well- he belonged to the neighbors on the left side of his own land. The neighbors were forced off their property when he was young, and his father is just a vague idea in his mind. It never bothered him too much, but it bothered his brother.
Dallas was always seen as sensitive to Sundance. He got riled up real easy, this would be proven time and time again during play fights with his sisters. Someone would bite down a little too hard and he would go bolting to mom in tears. Anything that went slightly wrong, he would lose it. Everything got to him, and all Dixie did was continue to comfort him. Dallas always asked what his dad was like, and Dixie always wove him the most splendid stories about Angus and his valor. She would say Angus' farm would be in shambles if he was ever gone. Whenever any of the pups asked why Angus had to leave and why his farm wasn't there no more- she would never answer. One thing Dallas would never do is join in with his siblings during a night out to mess with the grazing cattle. One cool Early July night was an exception.
Sneaking under the wooden fence, A place Sundance had made the only memory of his father that sticks out to him. One morning, a little 9 week old Sundance was the only one out of the litter awake. Angus stopped by to check up on his beloved offspring, all but one were asleep like their mother that they huddled against. Angus took sundance out for a walk along the old wooden fence line, the crisp dawn air in the waking world was a feeling he always hung on to. Forever, dawn would be his favorite time of day. Angus told Sundance how much he loved him, and how important he was to him. Walking back up to the barn where the rest of his family still lie asleep, sundance settled against his mother, but his comfort didn't last long. Angus had nudged Dixie awake, and ushered her outside the barn door. Something wasn't right. Minutes later, Dixie returned with tears in her eyes. She held her head low, laying down where she was before. Her eyes were distraught, and her heartbeat could be heard from a mile away. Sundance asked what was wrong but there was no response, and he fell back asleep. That was the last time he ever saw his father.
Creeping along the fence, 5 wayward young dogs had their eyes set on a herd of prime condition jersey cows under the full moon. Their goal? Herd them in a circle.
A stupid idea made up by stupid kids. The border collie that worked these cattle and how he did his thing was always a fascinating sight for them to see. Whenever the collie came out, all eyes were on him. Even Dallas would sit by and watch, if it was convenient for him. Usually, Sundance and his sisters would just watch the cattle and plan their moves. But tonight was different, they were ready to go. They decided their operation wasn't going to work without Dallas, but after some pestering and bribing, they got him on board.
Sitting along the fence, egging each other on, "you go" and "no you first". Eventually, Paisley, the firstborn daughter and i'm self righteous biggest sister lead the chase. From that point on, everything went downhill.
Paisley broke into her run with a loud howl. Immediately, bovine heads were turning and some even stumbling to their feet. Everyone else got into their designated positions: Dallas taking the herd from the west, Dolly taking north field, Blackbird taking south field, and Sundance taking east. Paisley being the agitator, of course. All of them barked simultaneously, barely scaring stragglers to move closer to the heart of the assortment of black and white mud stained bodies. An absolute ruckus, falling apart quickly. A blood curdling whimper broke through the night from the western side. and all the siblings ran toward the general direction, which made the whole herd go that exact way with them. Immediately, a rapid succession of whimpers and painful howls sounded like gunshots echoing through the flat land, probably even reaching into the trees it was so loud. Sundance and his sisters howled and howled while the border collie barreled down the field with flashlights behind him. Not before a frantic round of interrogation, "what on Gods green earth do you rapscallions thing you are doing here with my cows," the collie effortlessly cleared out the herd to see a lump of white fur among them.
Dallas lay lifeless in the mud and grass.
Dixie was certainly not happy. Rather than shame all the siblings, she just mourned quietly and didn't make eye contact. Until sundown. Dixie pulled Sundance aside, down to the scarecrow in the corn field. Knee-high by the fourth of july- the crop certainly fit the rhyme. What Dixie told him came as a complete shock- "You know, he was jealous of you."
But why? She went on to tell. As a runt, Dallas felt inferior to everyone else. He had a problem with himself, being born last. Dixie did all she could to comfort him, and tell him she didn't think any less of him just because he was born last. This was just one part of himself he picked at, and Dixie suspected what made his mother so critical of himself was something Sundance said. Something Sundance didn't even remember saying- he was so young and ignorant when he uttered the words that broke his brothers heart and mind.
"before dad left, he told me he loved me very very much."
That's what got to Dallas. All he wanted to do was know his father. His father was all he wanted to live up to. He didn't want to prove himself to his siblings, or his mother really, he wanted his dad to know that even though he was a runt he could do anything any other dog could do. Needless to say, Sundance felt pretty bad for a long time.
The end of July came and went, as did August. In September a new foe would appear, and Sundance's home, his farm, his life, would meet the same fate as his dad's. The people, his loving masters couldn't afford the farm anymore. Unable to pay the loans, summer's crops just didn't make the cut. The bank came and that didn't end well.
Now Paisley, as you may have gathered, she was one of the feistier sisters. Her and Dolly lead most of the cattle plan, with those two dogs you could tell in their eyes they held secrets in their hearts and distasteful whispers on their tongues. Sundance saw their admirable side somehow, and loved them nonetheless. He never said it out loud, but it was very easy to see Blackbird was his favorite sister. But anyway, Dixie had already explained to everyone what was going to happen, and they all gathered to watch the auction for the farmland. As the auctioner stood in front of the crowd that had gathered to bid, a flash of white and brown struck the leg of the man, toppling him over.
Dolly wasn't going to let this happen. She couldn't let go, and if it this was going to be the death of her, she would accept it.
Bang.
Dolly went limp.
Dixie howled, immediately jumping up and running to her daughter.
Bang.
Dixie fell to the ground.
Sundance, Paisley, and Blackbird were left. They couldn't believe what they just saw. There wasn't anything else to go, but
to leave. Booking it for the woods, Paisley stopped halfway. Looking back, Sundance stopped, and so did Blackbird.
"What are you doing? We can't stay here!"
"I'm staying."
"you can't stay! it's not ours anymore, nobody here can save us but ourselves."
A tear ran down Sundance's white fur.
"Everyone's dead."
"Our masters aren't dead."
And like that, Paisley turned around. That was the last anyone saw of her. Sundance and Blackbird were on their own in the woods now.
Traveling for days, somehow managing by catching some small prey and occasionally even running after foxes, they made it good until late November came.
The winter was harsh, and prey was scarce. They were on a road that lead off into inevitable destruction. One night under a massive douglas fir tree, deep within the trademark low branches at the base where they found shelter from the snow, Sundance recalled a story his mother told him. A story about dogs- dogs that lived deep in the woods, with their own social structure and a completely different life than the one he was used to. She told him about their saviors, she told him about the wolves- powerful wild dogs that were ten times stronger than the dogs he knows. Wolves were gray and brown and black, had big fangs, and could run forever. Stronger than any average dog, and taller too. She told him how the wolves granted these dogs in the woods a holy land, and anyone who would seek it out could live under the wolves protection forever, and always be safe. That's what Sundance was going to do. He was going to find the wild dogs and he was going to live in peace under the wolves. At this point in his life, he told himself peace and security was the only thing he needed. Immediately he retold the story to Blackbird, and they went out together in the night to find them. The two talked for a long time, sharing stories their mother told them. Sundance was eager to be able to finally find a secure place to live, he was finally going to settle down and live happily with the only family he had left. He hadn't even noticed Blackbird had fallen silent while he thought about their warm future while walking through the frozen woodland. Suddenly Blackbird stopped dead in her tracks. Sundance asked her what was the matter.
Blackbird collapsed.
She couldn't walk any further. Her paws were frost bitten, she was just too cold. With nothing around to sustain her, she gave herself up to the elements. The ground was too frozen to dig into, so Sundance huddled against her until she was completely gone. He retreated under a nearby tree well and watched as the snow covered her. After days of searching, he found himself in the paws Canis pack guardians on patrol. They took him in, got him checked up by the healers, and he got what he wanted.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: none
Offspring: doesn't want any
Parents: Angus (unknown if dead or alive) Dixie (dead)
Siblings: Dolly (dead) dallas (dead) blackbird (dead) and paisley (unknown if dead or alive)
Song associated: "Rain on the Scarecrow" by John Mellencamp.
Other: haha sad farm dog go brrr
Username: @ChickenCowboy02
accepted, of course ✨
Name: Heather
Age: 42 moons
Rank: sickness healer
Gender: female
Personality: Outwardly friendly and optimistic but wants to be in control of things. Does not want to be controlled herself. Clever and possesses much intelligence. She likes to micromanage her situation. She would never speak of her judgement of others, in order to keep others from judging her, but internally she is very judgemental, a flaw she is trying to improve upon.
Breed/species: Border Collie cross
Pelt description: solid black and shaggy
Eye color: dark brown
Build: medium, with somewhat shorter legs, still meets height limit.
Here’s my trash sketch
View attachment 2201989
History: Quite ordinary, she was born into the pack to a border Collie and a mutt. Her siblings? Well... one was born dead and the other was weak and died soon after. Heather was the only healthy pup and was raised alone, but even she was never quite as strong as the others her age. Early on, Heather decided she wanted to be a healer, which matched her personality and intelligence perfectly. She also knew that she would never achieve a high rank otherwise, not being very strong in constitution.
Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: open please fill this
Offspring: open please fill this
Parents: one is a Border Collie, the other is a mix of some sort (open)
But if they turn out to be dead it’s no big deal
Siblings: dead
Song associated: none
Other: uhhh Idk how to play a healer but it was open sooo
Username: @Amer
Name: Clover
Age: 25 moons
Rank: Hunter
Gender: Male
Personality: a salted nut roll. A strange mixture of salt and eccentricity. Has a hidden marshmallowy filling, but even that is in odd taste. He speaks little of, and appears to think little about his mysterious past. But in truth he thinks about it a lot.
Breed/species: Kerry Blue Terrier
Pelt description: Somewhat draggled because he doesn’t have a professional dog groomer like most of the Kerry Blue’s you see. Curly. Even shade of blue.
Eye color: dark brown... rarely visible due to his impressive eyebrows, but when seen they have an odd light.
Build: Sometimes derpy looking, others, quite majestic. Long legged. Has a docked tail.
I shall attach another horrible drawingView attachment 2202005
Just your typical Kerry Blue
History: Clover showed up in the Canis border at 4 moons old, starving and begging for help. But what his life was like before that, even he doesn’t remember.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: none
Offspring: none
Parents: presumably out there
Siblings: “”
Song associated: I don’t know very many songs
Other: Enjoys digging and chasing rodents.
Username: @Amer
downright ZESTY my friend, and dont you dare call those drawings trash, they are ART 😤
both accepted :3
I have a headache and blame it on you, Fluff and fellow conspirators. Why ever must you write so long?
because we're extra in this household
good god yall put a lot of work into this!!! :eek:
*tips hat* why thank you, kind stranger
 

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