Oh no! Hopefully he’s okay!
Aww I hope you find him
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you know what, knock yourself out. We'll take you in. I've seen you on Glowing Eyes, i think you'll be fine here. XD(I haven't RP'd on BYC for two years...I joined recently, actually, but I have a pretty good experience with RPing...would you let me join?I totally understand if I can't, though.
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Aw, i'm sorry clucky
I hope you find him. His name's Merlin if i remember correctly? Or maybe that's someone else,, either way, good luck!oh this poor woman
Thank you, guys. Still no sign this morning.
Thanks, fluff. We do have a cat named Merlin, but the one missing is Kizmit, a stray we brought in at the beginning of the year.Name: Equinox
Age: 4 years
Rank: n/a
Gender: female
Personality: bold, optimistic, creative. She has a love for justice and always tries to do what is right. She doesn't like the coyotes, but sometimes she must go to them for help.
Breed/species: red fox
Pelt description: she's just the most basic red fox you ever saw
Eye color: amber
Build: sleek
History: Well, lets just say she and her family have a history with the coyotes.
Pack: independent
Mate/Crush: no
Offspring: no
Parents: yes we need them
Siblings: very crucial since all the foxes are part of one family i dont think i included that in the intro post now that i think about it
Song associated: is she really worthy of a song
Other: little miss plot device, who knows where she'll go
Username: @Flufferes
Name: Orion
Age: 2 years 6 moons
Rank: hunter
Gender: agender
Personality: aloof, focused, and determined. Only talks when necessary. Orion is very diligent in their line of work, enjoys hunting very much. It consumes their life, they'll often be out hunting even when no one else is. Hunting is therapeutic, with each kill comes a rush of dopamine. They can't succeed in giving their pack pups, so they excel elsewhere. Some may describe them as cagey, theyre very selective with who they associate with. Not interested in a mate or pups at all, just the thought of it makes them sick. Many have told them that they would make a great lead hunter, but Orion always dismisses the thought. The pack doesnt understand that Orion can only process orders and plans, not make them. Orion wouldn't be able to handle that much authority, the fear of directing a hunting party incorrectly and risking their lives just from a few words chills to the bone. Being looked up to and being important sounds downright awful. Orion doesn't want to be looked at, thought of, or interrogated A second thing they get from their pack members a lot is "You are so strong and disciplined, you would be a mother to healthy and powerful pups" and while they know all these compliments are in good nature, they just induce more guilt for not wanting to pursue such things. The pack is so kind, and Orion believes they don't deserve it. Every compliment, denied. All eye contact, avoided when possible.
Breed/species: burmese mountain dog
Pelt description: Unusually dominated with black. The only places with white fur are their front paws, belly/chest, tail tip, chin, and underneath both eyes. In between the borders of black and white fur on their chest and belly is a rich sequoia wood red. Above both eyes is that same red fur color, taking up residence as a dot.
Eye color: blue
Build: Under all that thick fur is some impressive muscle.
History: Born to renowned show dogs. For some wolf forsaken reason, Orion, who's original name was Daisy, had 3 siblings that were stillborn. Orion being the only surviving pup, you'd think she would be considered lucky. Not really. The handlers were upset they lost money on the litter, the whole project was basically a fail. Nobody understood why only one pup survived, while Orion's mother, Sparrow, had had many healthy litters before. Sparrow was angry and didn't fail to let Orion know that. Every night it seemed, Orion wouldn't hear the end of it. So much venting, all directed at her. "Why couldn't your siblings have lived" and "It wouldn't have made much of a difference if you just died with them" and "You'll never understand the pain this makes me feel", the list goes on. Orion felt so guilty for making her mother feel this way. These events made her scared to ever have pups or a mate, Orion didn't want to inflict this pain upon her mate or herself if she had a miscarriage or stillborns. Every waking moment was spent dwelling over everything that could go wrong if she were ever had pups; what if they passed on a bad gene? what if she didn't raise them right? what if they hated her? what if her mate hated her? would a mate leave her if she had a miscarriage? Would mom be jealous? would i make mom mad? What if the masters made me have pups? All these thought culminated into one revelation:
Orion would leave. She couldn't take it anymore. As soon as a night arrived when the masters forgot to lock the doggy door, she was out. Digging through the fence, she ran and never looked back. Within 8 hours, she got herself 20 miles from home. Exhausted, she crashed in a small town alley behind a furniture outlet. She was surprised to see another dog there, who was thankfully friendly. The two had a conversation that lasted way longer than any kind of y'all Orion had ever had before. It was so fulfilling, she had never met anyone like this dog before. Orion was soft-spoken and socially anxious then as she is now, but felt at ease and finally free that night. This dog, Diesel, gave her lots of invaluable information about the world she never knew prior. When she brought up how she hated being a girl and just didn't want to be anything? "Bro, you don't belong to anyone just change your name. If anybody asks you who you are you don't have to answer to them, that's none of their business." Who would have thought? And so, that night the two of them came up with a new name to replace Daisy. Diesel referred to Orion as "they", and told them about all the cool vocabulary words he picked up. Noses pointing up at the sky, Diesel informed them about a constellation somewhere called Orion, which was named after a powerful hunter in human history. That stuck. Daisy took the name Orion, and finally felt good about who they were becoming. Diesel would go on to explain the horrors of animal control, the humans who take away freedom. One interesting note he added though was that they make dogs so that they can't have pups anymore. This piqued Orion's interest. Against Diesel's better judgement, he agreed to guide Orion to the nearest Pound when they insisted to go, and told them that if they wanted in, all they had to to was wait until sunrise when they opened. All within a matter of hours, Orion was finally becoming what they felt comfortable with. After heartfelt goodbyes, the two parted ways to their own separate paths of freedom. Their bond would never be forgotten, and their ideas of freedom would never be the same. It didn't leave an indifferent feeling in either of their hearts, they both wanted a longer friendship, but they simply weren't meant for each other's lives. In solidarity, they would always hold each other in their hearts as dogs who shared a bond of the most pure platonic affection imagineable. That was the last, and only best friend Orion ever had, and they only talked for a fraction of the night.
Sunrise came and went and Orion was admitted into the shelter. Within a few days they were fixed, but a new problem arose. The masters came looking for her, and found her. Orion was brought back home, to the place they hated most. Mom'a wrath and condescending insults was more intense than ever before. Constantly shamed for being so irresponsible, "now you're worthless because you can't even have puppies." That was the final straw. Orion snapped at their mother, putting a hole in her ear. It was like the stars aligned, because not a moment later the front door opened. One master had come home, hands full with groceries. The door was wide open and it was time for the second escape. Orion bolted down the street and hid in a neighbors yard across the street for a healthy couple of minutes before digging under their fence to get to another neighbors yard, a yard with no fence.
No fence keeping them from the woods.
And so Orion went, vanishing within the brush and hidden underneath the evergreen canopy. Eventually coming upon a road and crossing that too, they didn't know how far they were into the woods, the further the better, because Orion wasn't gonna be found this time. That of course, is where they found Canis pack. That's where their new home would be. No matter how much they didn't really want to trust another stranger again, let alone a whole pack of them, one more time their guard would be let down. Just once. For the good of Canis pack, and for the good of personal sanity.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: aromantic
Offspring: asexual and spayed, so like,
Parents: Sparrow, (alive, unfortunately) father, some stud
Siblings: all stillborn
Song associated: She by Green Day and Dysphoric by Cavetown
Other: triple A goatthey is finally here for your roadside assistance, oh peasants who have been in waiting for this unorganized mess
Username: @Flufferes
Name: Duluth
Age: 16 moons
Rank: hunter novitiate
Gender: male
Personality: cocky and ignorant. Holds himself above all the other Lupus novitiates, though its obvious he himself doesn't hold enough qualities that make him deserving of that social position. The life of the party, disturbingly extroverted. He isn't all bad, though. Somewhere inside his thick skull he cares deeply for his friends, and would do anything for them. He can get on everyone's nerves it seems, but the pack wouldn't be the same without his loud obnoxious voice and outgoing nature. Religion is not his main focus, he's busy doing other things. You could go as far as to say he doesn't really care at all. Not exactly opposed to it, but not gung-ho either. He wants to party and live his youth. If you asked Duluth if he had faith in the religion, he would say yes. But visibly he is just a sinful little rodent boy. Goes as far as to call his friend's sinners, It's all in good fun, though. He would never deny the coyotes or wolves.. or would he?
Breed/species: husky/german shepherd mix
Pelt description:
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Eye color: brown
Build: ^
History: He's grown up with a standard lupus pack life so far. Nothing exciting.
Pack: lupus
Mate/Crush: his constant flirting rarely gets him anywhere
Offspring: in the future probably
Parents: somewhere
Siblings: no
Song associated: Hallelujah by Panic! At the Disco and if i spun a wheel that had every Cobra Starship song on it, good chance it would land on a song that fit him too.
Other: named after the cloud
Username: @Flufferes
Name: Foxglove
Age: 5 years
Rank: wound healer
Gender: female
Personality: Athletic, disciplined, and alert. She is humble and kind, always putting others before herself.
Breed/species: purebred black Labrador.
Pelt description: short, dense, solid black.
Eye color: brown
Build: tall for a female lab, strong build.
History: She had been apart of a snowy mountain life since before she could remember. Hanging out around her ski resort after hours, running on the slopes early in the morning, and playing with her humans. Her avalanche dog training started at a young age, somewhere around 6 months to be exact, and with every drill she accomplished she seemed to be shaping up to be an excellent worker. The idea of saving people that got themselves stuck in avalanches, tree wells, and whatnot was thrilling. She couldn't wait to be a revered staff member her home ski resort. After two years of training, Foxglove graduated into an elite team of other avalanche dogs. They all got along well, and enjoyed their position. Foxglove was particularly happy about it, until reality hit. A small avalanche had happened right out of resort bounds, and Some kids had been reported missing. The team immediately rushed out on the case, and Foxglove was ready and exhilerated. She couldn't wait to save her first human after how well training went.
Well, she found one of the missing kids.
But wasn't greatful.
He couldn't be.
Because he was already dead.
Foxglove couldn't believe it. She quickly realized this life wasn't for her, and when the search and rescue team was handling the kid, she left. Leaving that life behind, following a river that hopefully lead to a farm or something she could live on. Instead the river broke off into a stream, which she followed, and which led her to Canis pack. Lucky for her, the wound healer was getting old and was happy to teach Foxglove her ways. After the former wound healer died, Foxglove happily took her position and has been serving Canis pack ever since.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: none, not too interested
Offspring: none
Parents: n/a
Siblings: n/a
Song associated: Back on the chain gang- The Pretenders
Other: most dogs call her Alp or somethin
Username: @Flufferes
Name: Marigold
Age: 6 years
Rank: hunter
Gender: female
Personality: noble and strict. One of the most avid believers in the pack, she lives and breathes wolf law
Breed/species: golden retriever pretty much
Pelt description: g,,, golden or somethihgn
Build: g oLd en retR iVer
Eye color: golden re- i'm just kidding it's green
History: basic and lame
Pack: lupus
Mate/Crush: in this economy?
Offspring: if someone has a novitiate in need of a mom, i got one righ here for ya
Parents: irrelevant
Siblings: irrelevant
Song associated: i probably got one laying around somewhere but for now i don't have one
Other: just experimental really, ill see where she goes.
Username: @Flufferes
hopefully these forms are coherent because proofreading is illegal past 1am
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you know what, knock yourself out. We'll take you in. I've seen you on Glowing Eyes, i think you'll be fine here. XD
Aw, i'm sorry clucky
oh this poor woman
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Thanks FlufferesName: Equinox
Age: 4 years
Rank: n/a
Gender: female
Personality: bold, optimistic, creative. She has a love for justice and always tries to do what is right. She doesn't like the coyotes, but sometimes she must go to them for help.
Breed/species: red fox
Pelt description: she's just the most basic red fox you ever saw
Eye color: amber
Build: sleek
History: Well, lets just say she and her family have a history with the coyotes.
Pack: independent
Mate/Crush: no
Offspring: no
Parents: yes we need them
Siblings: very crucial since all the foxes are part of one family i dont think i included that in the intro post now that i think about it
Song associated: is she really worthy of a song
Other: little miss plot device, who knows where she'll go
Username: @Flufferes
Name: Orion
Age: 2 years 6 moons
Rank: hunter
Gender: agender
Personality: aloof, focused, and determined. Only talks when necessary. Orion is very diligent in their line of work, enjoys hunting very much. It consumes their life, they'll often be out hunting even when no one else is. Hunting is therapeutic, with each kill comes a rush of dopamine. They can't succeed in giving their pack pups, so they excel elsewhere. Some may describe them as cagey, theyre very selective with who they associate with. Not interested in a mate or pups at all, just the thought of it makes them sick. Many have told them that they would make a great lead hunter, but Orion always dismisses the thought. The pack doesnt understand that Orion can only process orders and plans, not make them. Orion wouldn't be able to handle that much authority, the fear of directing a hunting party incorrectly and risking their lives just from a few words chills to the bone. Being looked up to and being important sounds downright awful. Orion doesn't want to be looked at, thought of, or interrogated A second thing they get from their pack members a lot is "You are so strong and disciplined, you would be a mother to healthy and powerful pups" and while they know all these compliments are in good nature, they just induce more guilt for not wanting to pursue such things. The pack is so kind, and Orion believes they don't deserve it. Every compliment, denied. All eye contact, avoided when possible.
Breed/species: burmese mountain dog
Pelt description: Unusually dominated with black. The only places with white fur are their front paws, belly/chest, tail tip, chin, and underneath both eyes. In between the borders of black and white fur on their chest and belly is a rich sequoia wood red. Above both eyes is that same red fur color, taking up residence as a dot.
Eye color: blue
Build: Under all that thick fur is some impressive muscle.
History: Born to renowned show dogs. For some wolf forsaken reason, Orion, who's original name was Daisy, had 3 siblings that were stillborn. Orion being the only surviving pup, you'd think she would be considered lucky. Not really. The handlers were upset they lost money on the litter, the whole project was basically a fail. Nobody understood why only one pup survived, while Orion's mother, Sparrow, had had many healthy litters before. Sparrow was angry and didn't fail to let Orion know that. Every night it seemed, Orion wouldn't hear the end of it. So much venting, all directed at her. "Why couldn't your siblings have lived" and "It wouldn't have made much of a difference if you just died with them" and "You'll never understand the pain this makes me feel", the list goes on. Orion felt so guilty for making her mother feel this way. These events made her scared to ever have pups or a mate, Orion didn't want to inflict this pain upon her mate or herself if she had a miscarriage or stillborns. Every waking moment was spent dwelling over everything that could go wrong if she were ever had pups; what if they passed on a bad gene? what if she didn't raise them right? what if they hated her? what if her mate hated her? would a mate leave her if she had a miscarriage? Would mom be jealous? would i make mom mad? What if the masters made me have pups? All these thought culminated into one revelation:
Orion would leave. She couldn't take it anymore. As soon as a night arrived when the masters forgot to lock the doggy door, she was out. Digging through the fence, she ran and never looked back. Within 8 hours, she got herself 20 miles from home. Exhausted, she crashed in a small town alley behind a furniture outlet. She was surprised to see another dog there, who was thankfully friendly. The two had a conversation that lasted way longer than any kind of y'all Orion had ever had before. It was so fulfilling, she had never met anyone like this dog before. Orion was soft-spoken and socially anxious then as she is now, but felt at ease and finally free that night. This dog, Diesel, gave her lots of invaluable information about the world she never knew prior. When she brought up how she hated being a girl and just didn't want to be anything? "Bro, you don't belong to anyone just change your name. If anybody asks you who you are you don't have to answer to them, that's none of their business." Who would have thought? And so, that night the two of them came up with a new name to replace Daisy. Diesel referred to Orion as "they", and told them about all the cool vocabulary words he picked up. Noses pointing up at the sky, Diesel informed them about a constellation somewhere called Orion, which was named after a powerful hunter in human history. That stuck. Daisy took the name Orion, and finally felt good about who they were becoming. Diesel would go on to explain the horrors of animal control, the humans who take away freedom. One interesting note he added though was that they make dogs so that they can't have pups anymore. This piqued Orion's interest. Against Diesel's better judgement, he agreed to guide Orion to the nearest Pound when they insisted to go, and told them that if they wanted in, all they had to to was wait until sunrise when they opened. All within a matter of hours, Orion was finally becoming what they felt comfortable with. After heartfelt goodbyes, the two parted ways to their own separate paths of freedom. Their bond would never be forgotten, and their ideas of freedom would never be the same. It didn't leave an indifferent feeling in either of their hearts, they both wanted a longer friendship, but they simply weren't meant for each other's lives. In solidarity, they would always hold each other in their hearts as dogs who shared a bond of the most pure platonic affection imagineable. That was the last, and only best friend Orion ever had, and they only talked for a fraction of the night.
Sunrise came and went and Orion was admitted into the shelter. Within a few days they were fixed, but a new problem arose. The masters came looking for her, and found her. Orion was brought back home, to the place they hated most. Mom'a wrath and condescending insults was more intense than ever before. Constantly shamed for being so irresponsible, "now you're worthless because you can't even have puppies." That was the final straw. Orion snapped at their mother, putting a hole in her ear. It was like the stars aligned, because not a moment later the front door opened. One master had come home, hands full with groceries. The door was wide open and it was time for the second escape. Orion bolted down the street and hid in a neighbors yard across the street for a healthy couple of minutes before digging under their fence to get to another neighbors yard, a yard with no fence.
No fence keeping them from the woods.
And so Orion went, vanishing within the brush and hidden underneath the evergreen canopy. Eventually coming upon a road and crossing that too, they didn't know how far they were into the woods, the further the better, because Orion wasn't gonna be found this time. That of course, is where they found Canis pack. That's where their new home would be. No matter how much they didn't really want to trust another stranger again, let alone a whole pack of them, one more time their guard would be let down. Just once. For the good of Canis pack, and for the good of personal sanity.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: aromantic
Offspring: asexual and spayed, so like,
Parents: Sparrow, (alive, unfortunately) father, some stud
Siblings: all stillborn
Song associated: She by Green Day and Dysphoric by Cavetown
Other: triple A goatthey is finally here for your roadside assistance, oh peasants who have been in waiting for this unorganized mess
Username: @Flufferes
Name: Duluth
Age: 16 moons
Rank: hunter novitiate
Gender: male
Personality: cocky and ignorant. Holds himself above all the other Lupus novitiates, though its obvious he himself doesn't hold enough qualities that make him deserving of that social position. The life of the party, disturbingly extroverted. He isn't all bad, though. Somewhere inside his thick skull he cares deeply for his friends, and would do anything for them. He can get on everyone's nerves it seems, but the pack wouldn't be the same without his loud obnoxious voice and outgoing nature. Religion is not his main focus, he's busy doing other things. You could go as far as to say he doesn't really care at all. Not exactly opposed to it, but not gung-ho either. He wants to party and live his youth. If you asked Duluth if he had faith in the religion, he would say yes. But visibly he is just a sinful little rodent boy. Goes as far as to call his friend's sinners, It's all in good fun, though. He would never deny the coyotes or wolves.. or would he?
Breed/species: husky/german shepherd mix
Pelt description:
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Eye color: brown
Build: ^
History: He's grown up with a standard lupus pack life so far. Nothing exciting.
Pack: lupus
Mate/Crush: his constant flirting rarely gets him anywhere
Offspring: in the future probably
Parents: somewhere
Siblings: no
Song associated: Hallelujah by Panic! At the Disco and if i spun a wheel that had every Cobra Starship song on it, good chance it would land on a song that fit him too.
Other: named after the cloud
Username: @Flufferes
Name: Foxglove
Age: 5 years
Rank: wound healer
Gender: female
Personality: Athletic, disciplined, and alert. She is humble and kind, always putting others before herself.
Breed/species: purebred black Labrador.
Pelt description: short, dense, solid black.
Eye color: brown
Build: tall for a female lab, strong build.
History: She had been apart of a snowy mountain life since before she could remember. Hanging out around her ski resort after hours, running on the slopes early in the morning, and playing with her humans. Her avalanche dog training started at a young age, somewhere around 6 months to be exact, and with every drill she accomplished she seemed to be shaping up to be an excellent worker. The idea of saving people that got themselves stuck in avalanches, tree wells, and whatnot was thrilling. She couldn't wait to be a revered staff member her home ski resort. After two years of training, Foxglove graduated into an elite team of other avalanche dogs. They all got along well, and enjoyed their position. Foxglove was particularly happy about it, until reality hit. A small avalanche had happened right out of resort bounds, and Some kids had been reported missing. The team immediately rushed out on the case, and Foxglove was ready and exhilerated. She couldn't wait to save her first human after how well training went.
Well, she found one of the missing kids.
But wasn't greatful.
He couldn't be.
Because he was already dead.
Foxglove couldn't believe it. She quickly realized this life wasn't for her, and when the search and rescue team was handling the kid, she left. Leaving that life behind, following a river that hopefully lead to a farm or something she could live on. Instead the river broke off into a stream, which she followed, and which led her to Canis pack. Lucky for her, the wound healer was getting old and was happy to teach Foxglove her ways. After the former wound healer died, Foxglove happily took her position and has been serving Canis pack ever since.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: none, not too interested
Offspring: none
Parents: n/a
Siblings: n/a
Song associated: Back on the chain gang- The Pretenders
Other: most dogs call her Alp or somethin
Username: @Flufferes
Name: Marigold
Age: 6 years
Rank: hunter
Gender: female
Personality: noble and strict. One of the most avid believers in the pack, she lives and breathes wolf law
Breed/species: golden retriever pretty much
Pelt description: g,,, golden or somethihgn
Build: g oLd en retR iVer
Eye color: golden re- i'm just kidding it's green
History: basic and lame
Pack: lupus
Mate/Crush: in this economy?
Offspring: if someone has a novitiate in need of a mom, i got one righ here for ya
Parents: irrelevant
Siblings: irrelevant
Song associated: i probably got one laying around somewhere but for now i don't have one
Other: just experimental really, ill see where she goes.
Username: @Flufferes
hopefully these forms are coherent because proofreading is illegal past 1am
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you know what, knock yourself out. We'll take you in. I've seen you on Glowing Eyes, i think you'll be fine here. XD
Aw, i'm sorry clucky
oh this poor woman
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Aw, no. I hope he's alright and you guys find him soon
i literally love her so much
Omw I stan OrionName: Equinox
Age: 4 years
Rank: n/a
Gender: female
Personality: bold, optimistic, creative. She has a love for justice and always tries to do what is right. She doesn't like the coyotes, but sometimes she must go to them for help.
Breed/species: red fox
Pelt description: she's just the most basic red fox you ever saw
Eye color: amber
Build: sleek
History: Well, lets just say she and her family have a history with the coyotes.
Pack: independent
Mate/Crush: no
Offspring: no
Parents: yes we need them
Siblings: very crucial since all the foxes are part of one family i dont think i included that in the intro post now that i think about it
Song associated: is she really worthy of a song
Other: little miss plot device, who knows where she'll go
Username: @Flufferes
Name: Orion
Age: 2 years 6 moons
Rank: hunter
Gender: agender
Personality: aloof, focused, and determined. Only talks when necessary. Orion is very diligent in their line of work, enjoys hunting very much. It consumes their life, they'll often be out hunting even when no one else is. Hunting is therapeutic, with each kill comes a rush of dopamine. They can't succeed in giving their pack pups, so they excel elsewhere. Some may describe them as cagey, theyre very selective with who they associate with. Not interested in a mate or pups at all, just the thought of it makes them sick. Many have told them that they would make a great lead hunter, but Orion always dismisses the thought. The pack doesnt understand that Orion can only process orders and plans, not make them. Orion wouldn't be able to handle that much authority, the fear of directing a hunting party incorrectly and risking their lives just from a few words chills to the bone. Being looked up to and being important sounds downright awful. Orion doesn't want to be looked at, thought of, or interrogated A second thing they get from their pack members a lot is "You are so strong and disciplined, you would be a mother to healthy and powerful pups" and while they know all these compliments are in good nature, they just induce more guilt for not wanting to pursue such things. The pack is so kind, and Orion believes they don't deserve it. Every compliment, denied. All eye contact, avoided when possible.
Breed/species: burmese mountain dog
Pelt description: Unusually dominated with black. The only places with white fur are their front paws, belly/chest, tail tip, chin, and underneath both eyes. In between the borders of black and white fur on their chest and belly is a rich sequoia wood red. Above both eyes is that same red fur color, taking up residence as a dot.
Eye color: blue
Build: Under all that thick fur is some impressive muscle.
History: Born to renowned show dogs. For some wolf forsaken reason, Orion, who's original name was Daisy, had 3 siblings that were stillborn. Orion being the only surviving pup, you'd think she would be considered lucky. Not really. The handlers were upset they lost money on the litter, the whole project was basically a fail. Nobody understood why only one pup survived, while Orion's mother, Sparrow, had had many healthy litters before. Sparrow was angry and didn't fail to let Orion know that. Every night it seemed, Orion wouldn't hear the end of it. So much venting, all directed at her. "Why couldn't your siblings have lived" and "It wouldn't have made much of a difference if you just died with them" and "You'll never understand the pain this makes me feel", the list goes on. Orion felt so guilty for making her mother feel this way. These events made her scared to ever have pups or a mate, Orion didn't want to inflict this pain upon her mate or herself if she had a miscarriage or stillborns. Every waking moment was spent dwelling over everything that could go wrong if she were ever had pups; what if they passed on a bad gene? what if she didn't raise them right? what if they hated her? what if her mate hated her? would a mate leave her if she had a miscarriage? Would mom be jealous? would i make mom mad? What if the masters made me have pups? All these thought culminated into one revelation:
Orion would leave. She couldn't take it anymore. As soon as a night arrived when the masters forgot to lock the doggy door, she was out. Digging through the fence, she ran and never looked back. Within 8 hours, she got herself 20 miles from home. Exhausted, she crashed in a small town alley behind a furniture outlet. She was surprised to see another dog there, who was thankfully friendly. The two had a conversation that lasted way longer than any kind of y'all Orion had ever had before. It was so fulfilling, she had never met anyone like this dog before. Orion was soft-spoken and socially anxious then as she is now, but felt at ease and finally free that night. This dog, Diesel, gave her lots of invaluable information about the world she never knew prior. When she brought up how she hated being a girl and just didn't want to be anything? "Bro, you don't belong to anyone just change your name. If anybody asks you who you are you don't have to answer to them, that's none of their business." Who would have thought? And so, that night the two of them came up with a new name to replace Daisy. Diesel referred to Orion as "they", and told them about all the cool vocabulary words he picked up. Noses pointing up at the sky, Diesel informed them about a constellation somewhere called Orion, which was named after a powerful hunter in human history. That stuck. Daisy took the name Orion, and finally felt good about who they were becoming. Diesel would go on to explain the horrors of animal control, the humans who take away freedom. One interesting note he added though was that they make dogs so that they can't have pups anymore. This piqued Orion's interest. Against Diesel's better judgement, he agreed to guide Orion to the nearest Pound when they insisted to go, and told them that if they wanted in, all they had to to was wait until sunrise when they opened. All within a matter of hours, Orion was finally becoming what they felt comfortable with. After heartfelt goodbyes, the two parted ways to their own separate paths of freedom. Their bond would never be forgotten, and their ideas of freedom would never be the same. It didn't leave an indifferent feeling in either of their hearts, they both wanted a longer friendship, but they simply weren't meant for each other's lives. In solidarity, they would always hold each other in their hearts as dogs who shared a bond of the most pure platonic affection imagineable. That was the last, and only best friend Orion ever had, and they only talked for a fraction of the night.
Sunrise came and went and Orion was admitted into the shelter. Within a few days they were fixed, but a new problem arose. The masters came looking for her, and found her. Orion was brought back home, to the place they hated most. Mom'a wrath and condescending insults was more intense than ever before. Constantly shamed for being so irresponsible, "now you're worthless because you can't even have puppies." That was the final straw. Orion snapped at their mother, putting a hole in her ear. It was like the stars aligned, because not a moment later the front door opened. One master had come home, hands full with groceries. The door was wide open and it was time for the second escape. Orion bolted down the street and hid in a neighbors yard across the street for a healthy couple of minutes before digging under their fence to get to another neighbors yard, a yard with no fence.
No fence keeping them from the woods.
And so Orion went, vanishing within the brush and hidden underneath the evergreen canopy. Eventually coming upon a road and crossing that too, they didn't know how far they were into the woods, the further the better, because Orion wasn't gonna be found this time. That of course, is where they found Canis pack. That's where their new home would be. No matter how much they didn't really want to trust another stranger again, let alone a whole pack of them, one more time their guard would be let down. Just once. For the good of Canis pack, and for the good of personal sanity.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: aromantic
Offspring: asexual and spayed, so like,
Parents: Sparrow, (alive, unfortunately) father, some stud
Siblings: all stillborn
Song associated: She by Green Day and Dysphoric by Cavetown
Other: triple A goatthey is finally here for your roadside assistance, oh peasants who have been in waiting for this unorganized mess
Username: @Flufferes
Name: Duluth
Age: 16 moons
Rank: hunter novitiate
Gender: male
Personality: cocky and ignorant. Holds himself above all the other Lupus novitiates, though its obvious he himself doesn't hold enough qualities that make him deserving of that social position. The life of the party, disturbingly extroverted. He isn't all bad, though. Somewhere inside his thick skull he cares deeply for his friends, and would do anything for them. He can get on everyone's nerves it seems, but the pack wouldn't be the same without his loud obnoxious voice and outgoing nature. Religion is not his main focus, he's busy doing other things. You could go as far as to say he doesn't really care at all. Not exactly opposed to it, but not gung-ho either. He wants to party and live his youth. If you asked Duluth if he had faith in the religion, he would say yes. But visibly he is just a sinful little rodent boy. Goes as far as to call his friend's sinners, It's all in good fun, though. He would never deny the coyotes or wolves.. or would he?
Breed/species: husky/german shepherd mix
Pelt description:
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Eye color: brown
Build: ^
History: He's grown up with a standard lupus pack life so far. Nothing exciting.
Pack: lupus
Mate/Crush: his constant flirting rarely gets him anywhere
Offspring: in the future probably
Parents: somewhere
Siblings: no
Song associated: Hallelujah by Panic! At the Disco and if i spun a wheel that had every Cobra Starship song on it, good chance it would land on a song that fit him too.
Other: named after the cloud
Username: @Flufferes
Name: Foxglove
Age: 5 years
Rank: wound healer
Gender: female
Personality: Athletic, disciplined, and alert. She is humble and kind, always putting others before herself.
Breed/species: purebred black Labrador.
Pelt description: short, dense, solid black.
Eye color: brown
Build: tall for a female lab, strong build.
History: She had been apart of a snowy mountain life since before she could remember. Hanging out around her ski resort after hours, running on the slopes early in the morning, and playing with her humans. Her avalanche dog training started at a young age, somewhere around 6 months to be exact, and with every drill she accomplished she seemed to be shaping up to be an excellent worker. The idea of saving people that got themselves stuck in avalanches, tree wells, and whatnot was thrilling. She couldn't wait to be a revered staff member her home ski resort. After two years of training, Foxglove graduated into an elite team of other avalanche dogs. They all got along well, and enjoyed their position. Foxglove was particularly happy about it, until reality hit. A small avalanche had happened right out of resort bounds, and Some kids had been reported missing. The team immediately rushed out on the case, and Foxglove was ready and exhilerated. She couldn't wait to save her first human after how well training went.
Well, she found one of the missing kids.
But wasn't greatful.
He couldn't be.
Because he was already dead.
Foxglove couldn't believe it. She quickly realized this life wasn't for her, and when the search and rescue team was handling the kid, she left. Leaving that life behind, following a river that hopefully lead to a farm or something she could live on. Instead the river broke off into a stream, which she followed, and which led her to Canis pack. Lucky for her, the wound healer was getting old and was happy to teach Foxglove her ways. After the former wound healer died, Foxglove happily took her position and has been serving Canis pack ever since.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: none, not too interested
Offspring: none
Parents: n/a
Siblings: n/a
Song associated: Back on the chain gang- The Pretenders
Other: most dogs call her Alp or somethin
Username: @Flufferes
Name: Marigold
Age: 6 years
Rank: hunter
Gender: female
Personality: noble and strict. One of the most avid believers in the pack, she lives and breathes wolf law
Breed/species: golden retriever pretty much
Pelt description: g,,, golden or somethihgn
Build: g oLd en retR iVer
Eye color: golden re- i'm just kidding it's green
History: basic and lame
Pack: lupus
Mate/Crush: in this economy?
Offspring: if someone has a novitiate in need of a mom, i got one righ here for ya
Parents: irrelevant
Siblings: irrelevant
Song associated: i probably got one laying around somewhere but for now i don't have one
Other: just experimental really, ill see where she goes.
Username: @Flufferes
hopefully these forms are coherent because proofreading is illegal past 1am
accepted
you know what, knock yourself out. We'll take you in. I've seen you on Glowing Eyes, i think you'll be fine here. XD
Aw, i'm sorry clucky
oh this poor woman
accepted
Thanks. I hope so too. He was a stray before we found him, so hopefully hes smart enough to escape the foxes and coyotes. It's very hot here, though, and there's not much water around, so that's what really worries me.
