House of Wolves RP CHAT THREAD

[PeepersMama]

lie k e y
likey
like
likey likey

I think Moto Moto likey likey

 

[Amer]

Have at it homeslice

Yay!
Is there someone else I could draw too?

 

[Amer]

@PeepersMama

(From now on le birb is an average size comparison because it didn’t fit in the corner, lol)
is the constant stream of my drawings getting annoying?

 

[HeavensHens88]

Name: Mico
Age: 13 moons
Rank: Hunter novitiate
Gender: Male
Personality: Immensely weird. Says random stuff then fails to explain what the heck it means. Respectful to adults and casually believes in the wolves. Immature and hyperactive at times. Makes weird noises when bored, or just to break the silence. Some dogs his age would call him annoying. However, he’s very easy to get along with. If you really need someone to talk to, he’ll listen. Forgets half of what he says right after he says it. Likes to playfully mock his friends.
Breed/species: Dutch shepherd mix
Pelt description:
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Eye color: Brown
Build: Small and scrawny. However, he’s a pretty fair fighter.
History: Born and raised in Canis
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: None
Offspring: None
Parents: a dog and another dog
Siblings: Open
Song associated:
Other:
Username: RoostersAreAwesome



*edited Pigeon:

Name: Pigeon
Age: 13 moons
Rank: Hunter novitiate
Gender: Female
Personality: Impulsive and anxious. Constantly doubts herself in any social situation. Due to this, she appears as a quiet, shy dog to most of the pack. To her few friends and family, however, she is loud and outgoing. Most of the time. Awkward as a dog can be, or at least, that’s what she thinks. Fidgety, stubborn, and hates the feeling of being ignored. If she finds herself in the middle of a group of chatting novitiates, she will effortlessly disappear into the background.
Knows an insane amount of things about birds, despite being a dog. If you even say the word “feather” in a sentence, she’s sure to bombard you with every single one of her hard-earned facts.
Uses humor in basically every situation. Tries hard to make others laugh. Easily frustrated, though she’s usually good at hiding it. Horrible at small talk, and doesn’t really see the appeal anyway. Refuses to judge others verbally, except to gently tease her companions. A good friend, if you can actually convince her that you are her friend.
Breed/species:
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Looks basically like this
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Pelt description: Thick, but not long. Does have slightly longer fur on her chest, ears, and tail.
Eye color: Amber
Build: Mostly slim, like a border collie, but with sort of sturdy shoulders.
History: Born and raised in Canis. Her parents don’t like each other much, but that barely counts as a tragic backstory.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: None
Offspring: None
Parents: Open
Siblings: Open
Song associated:
Other:
Username: RoostersAreAwesome

I— why is Mico me...

THEY'RE ALL LITERALLY ME
THEY'RE ALWAYS US
ROO HAS DONE IT AGAIN

Tennyson lay on his side, to anyone who didn’t know him well enough he would have appeared dead. In this dream he was sinking his teeth into some juicy raw flesh enough to make him salivate in his sleep. But then his dream took a turn, the dogs they turned on them and the coyote committee were forced to hunt, he had to do work. Tennyson sat up with a yelp, oh my what a nightmare that had been. It was a good thing the dogs were under their control, he heaved himself to his feet noticing it was daybreak. The dogs should be bringing them a food update soon.

OH NO NOT WORK THE HORROR

(Why I no get alerts)



~Lupus~
Heather’s beauty sleep was interrupted by the yipping of none other than Storm. This was a daily routine, Storm waking up at the crack of dawn, some might even say before it; crepuscular creature he was, and waking up everyone around him, save perhaps Typhoon. Typhoon was much like him in sleeping patterns but also much stealthier.
Due to the lack of beauty sleep, Heather was becoming much sleepier and none too beautiful of late.
“Mom! Mom! Wake up! I’m hungry!” Storm whined.
Heather rolled over, consequently turning her back on him, not even looking at him when she muttered something that seemed to be an oft-repeated chant. “Storm, I told you a million times, it’s way too early, your whining is probably going to wake the camp, and probably scare away all the prey in our territory too. Do you really want the Canis to have breakfast while you don’t because you can’t wake up at respectable times? Let me have a little rest.” She yawned and closed her eyes again, pretending to sleep, even though she knew The Negotiations were going to happen next.
“But maaaaaaahm….” Storm moaned. “I actually waited to get up for once! Lots of dogs are awake! You’re the only one sleeping in.”
Smew and Tar were now blinking sleepily, though Tar only awoke to give the whole world a disgusted look before putting his paws over his ears and trying to steal a precious few more minutes of sleep before Storm tried to bodyslam him or did something equally unsavory.
Smew woke with a smile on her face that had not disappeared during the whole of her angelic sleep. It had become disputable whether that was the natural shape of her face, and she only frowned when upset or confused.
She peered out the of the den entrance, frowning a little, and confirmed Storm’s statement. “Actually, it isn’t very early this time,” she said.
Storm had been getting better about appropriate waking times. Ever since The Incident.
“Okay, fine,” Heather grumbled. “I’ll nurse you now, since it’ll seem like a lifetime to you before the hunters bring back the food. But you three are big enough now that you need to eat some solid food.”
She turned over again and let them have their fill, though Tar took some reminders about ‘starving strays in The City’ before he would wake up to eat.
~
Juice was running, running, running. She ran in her sleep just as she did constantly in her waking life. She never knew what she was chasing, her dreams were always obscure. Suddenly she was tripped over by one Osprey. “Hey!” she snapped, before seeing it was her better who had tripped over her. “Whoop, sorry!” she amended, though she didn’t know what she was apologizing for, other than the exclamation.
“Good morning!” She bolted up, detangling her long limbs from those of her peers in an instant. “What are we going to do today?”

~Canis~
“Morning, Guillemot,” Clover said, trotting out into the middle of camp in his weird rabbity hops. Kerry Blues were a rare breed, but Clover was among the rarest. He was a *gasp* morning canine.
He drew in a breath, wondering if any unfortunate prey were burrowing nearby.

~Committee~
Lamar rose and cast his eyes about.
A beautiful day, yes, but with a draw of his breath he noticed a conflict in the air pressure.
He noted over to his comarades. “Morning Petrel, morning Tennyson,” he said.

this is just so
pleasurable to read
so blunt and r e a l
yes, it's definitely typical of you, but this stands out especially

Name: Nyx
Age: 10 moons
Rank: Guardian novitiate
Gender: Female
Personality: Pessimistic and aloof. Pushes anyone away that might get close to her. Acts like she doesn’t care about others at all. In fact, she does. She just tries really hard to hide it.
Independent, and if anyone tries to help her they will get yeeted into the nearest bush. The most positive interaction you can get from her is a sarcastic remark. Bitter and snappy. Dogs her age tend to avoid her due to this. Distrustful- seems to be permanently suspicious of everyone, including her superiors. Actually pretty good at figuring things out, if she cared enough to try.
If someone was actually able to avoid getting pushed away by her, they’d find themselves with a fiercely protective friend who would do anything for them. But, that probably won’t happen anytime soon.
Breed/species: Mutt. I’m not good with dog breeds, ok
Pelt description: Thick, all black fur.
Eye color: Yellow
Build: Medium sized, but sturdy
History: Nyx probably would’ve had a mostly normal, pleasant puphood, if it wasn’t for that cursed trip into the forest.
One day, when she was about a moon old, her parents took her and her brother into the area of Lupus territory that’s densely covered in trees. Nyx has long forgotten the reasons why, but it might’ve had something to do with “early introduction to the world beyond camp” or “family bonding time”. At first, it was actually nice- she got to romp around unfamiliar territory, territory she knew that she’d learn all about as a novitiate. But, as things happen, her mother and father got to arguing for whatever reason, and she got in a particularly rough tussle with her brother. Then, she smelled something. A strange, strong smell that seemed to only have wafted towards her nose. No one else had noticed. She ignored it and continued to chew her brother’s ears, also ignoring his yipped complaints. Then, everything went wrong.
A bear crashed out of the undergrowth. It was angry.
It got her father first. Then her mother. They were practically torn apart with a few strong slashes.
The bear swiped at her and her brother next. She was thrown into a bush, injured, but alive. Her brother was not so lucky.
Nyx sat there, bleeding and utterly helpless.
It had all happened so fast. So fast, in fact, that by the time the guardians got there they only found the bodies and the scent of bear in the air. She was taken back to camp and raised for the next moon by a dog who really didn’t want anything to do with her. So, when she became a novitiate, she really had no one that she was close to. And it’s been like that ever since.
She still blames herself for not warning her family about the bear.
Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: None
Offspring: No
Parents: dead
Siblings: also dead
Song associated:
Other: I’m just going to say that Nyx is pronounced as “Niks” and leave it at that.
Username: RoostersAreAwesome

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHOHOHO THAT WAS ROUGH
at least she didn't spend a practical eternity alone like the rest of these poor kids

“Oh hello Lamar beautiful day isn’t it? Oh I love this time of year the food is always so good-Uh I mean flowers, the flowers are so beautiful.” Tennyson hated to give away that all he really cared about was the food and climbing up the ranks. He sight content but his body ached from the weight of the extra fat rolls on him

I cannot express how much I love this man

Like every morning, the sun rose in a burst of yellow and orange flames, bathing the hard wood floor.
Like every morning, the birds senseless songs drifted through the open window.
Like every morning, there were cries of starving dogs outside.
And just like every other morning, his master awoke.
The moment the masters feet hit the cold hard wood floor, his hand meeting the metal door handle and pushing it open with a click, he startled awake.
The cold, cramped cage pressing against his belly and side was enough to keep him awake for good, even if his master didn't come past his cage, dragging a she-dog with him.
A she-dog close enough in resemblance to him that she could have been his own pup. In fact, she probably was.
Not that he knew who she was.
He pressed himself against the back of the cage as the master put the she-dog outside. Heavy boots thudded against the ground as they approached the cage, bending and unlatched the door with strange, morphed hairless paws.
Humans were strange. Tall, hairless except for the top of their heads and strange fabric clung to their bodies. Nothing like cats and dogs. They were completely different creatures.
With a painful squeal, the door swung open.
And like every morning, he bolted out of the cage, towards the half-open door. There was hope this time that he would make it, and he almost did, until hands grabbed his chain collar, yanking him back.
The breath was pulled from him as viciously as he was yanked, and he landed at the masters feet, whining pitifully, turning his gaze to the man.
Even when the master brought his hand down against his flank, sending a stinging hot pain through his body, he didn't snap.
He never would.
He had seen what happened to dogs who did.
Some were lucky.
Some were not.
The air was fresh and warm when he was brought outside, dragged by the collar but still outside nonetheless. When he was chained, a rustling from the woods caught his eye.
A retreating shadow. A fluffy, pitch black tail bouncing as it pelted into the bushes. For a moment, there was a fleeting sense of hope in his chest. There was hope that it was a certain dog, who's pelt was much darker then the night sky itself, except for a flash of white, with eyes that reminded him of fire.
But it was most likely a cat, or a fox.
Not who he was looking for.
Not the companion he longed for in the empty pen.
But, alone with his thoughts he came to the conclusion that he had come to many times before. How selfish it was to wish that another would be caged with him. No matter how much he longed to even see them again. It was quite selfish to wish that on another.
He could only wish that said other dog was living happily in his best life, no matter where he was.
Even without him.
For now, he would sit, alone with his own mind as he grew older by the minute, slowly coming to the realization that one day he wouldn't even be able to think about breaking free and scaling the fence. That one day, meeting his mate again would no longer even be an option.
It was a sorrowful and lonely life for Alev, indeed.

I had to KNOW this was coming
I just HAD TO
but it still caught me by surprise
mmmmMMMMMmmmmmmm delicious

Before he made his reply to Tennyson, Asio unwelcomely darted across his mind. That no-good guille little cottonseed of a she-yote. That rat was always in the way him and the paragon

oh SNAP stop making me feel guilty for not letting her exist

Tennyson’s smile dropped as Lamar ran off into the sunrise. He gnashed his teeth in anger, how dare Lamar speak to him this way? One day he would show them....but for now it was to much work to run around. He flopped back onto the ground as his chubby legs couldn’t hold his chubby body

did I mention I love this man

(Okay, Juice has yet to learn about the allergy. This’ll be interesting)
“I can’t believe she’s finally taking us to the tide pools!” Juice said. “Thank you!”
She was unaware of the doom she was being led to like a shep to slaughter.
(Two sheps to assist the visual.
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oh I CAN'T W A I T

Blame my parents, not me!

now this is the kind of RIPE comedy I live for

Once Clover was out of earshot, Pigeon gave Mico a meaningful look and said, in mock seriousness-
“Yeah, Mico, you need to wake up to life.”
Mico snorted. Then, he gestured at her with his tail and they trotted out of the den, towards the other novitiates.

these kids are more accurate teenagers than me

"Oh, youre doing fine." Gannet reassured her. If he was being honest, he really didn't know much about child pupcare. He did not know if it was fine or not. He just reaped the benefits of having adorable puppies to entertain.

gannet is immediately bumped to #1 dad,
contenders, just try it

“I’ll go to Lupus,” Lamar offered, whose run that day had been especially brief. “Especially if Asio’s going.”
It wasn’t exactly a reason for joining the committee, since Asio was a rather new member. But a definite benefit of being in the committee was Asio. Beautiful cruel Asio. Whenever he was near her, Lamar couldn’t help but want to be un-ignored by her. To be close to her.
To be loved by her, if that was possible for her. Besides, the committee needed to think of posteries sake.
They wouldn’t be around forever. There needed to be a constant of ten coyotes on the committee to continue pulling the wool over the eyes of the gullible sheep that called themselves The House of Wolves and to carry on their legacy of deceit.
None of the coyotes had become mates.
Yeah, Lamar had an intense crush on Asio.

oh this is
I want to feel bad for him but
I am so unapologetically and evilly hyped

Petrel pocketed the comment but didn't answer, he was too focused. While on his way to Canis camp, Lamar's words got him thinking. Is there another male with their eyes on Asio? Well wait what do i mean by another male- I don't like Asio. I Hate her. My biggest rival in the way of everything i want. But... i will admit she's.. Got style i guess. I don't know. Screw it, Lamar can go wild. I don't care, i've never liked that psycho she-yote and i never will.

OHHHHHHHHHHH BOY

(Canis)

Larkspur sat in her den, sifting through herbs, because what else is there to do? Her paws falling into rhythm as she sorted and placed them in the right piles, pushed the piles out of the way to make room for more, and picked out dried up leaves and flowers to toss aside in a distant corner. She kept on sifting and picking and pushing herbs into place. That's all there is to it. She finished up and went to clear out the dried leaves, trying to collect as many as possible in her mouth. There were a few spares, but only a few. They didn't matter. Shifting her mouth around the dry herbs, she padded as unnoticeably out of camp as she could. Taking a few steps out into the forest and spitting the herbs out, she wasn't sure if that's what you're even supposed to do with dried up herbs. They wouldn't be very substantial in nests, what else is there to do with them? She went back to her den and laid down in her nest that didn't have dried up herbs in it. Literally nothing of importance just happened. She needed something to do.

haha night night everyone

now THERE'S the van I was awaiting so patiently

Clover plastered a weird grin over his face in order to hide his fear. It’s the fat one, he thought.
And Mr. WhatisyourvalidreasontoseetheParagon.
And that one lady coyote. Only tolerable one among them.
Well, at least they didn’t bring her. The cruel one that gave him the creeps, with a strange black belly and eyes as unnatural as those in Tennyson’s face.
Could they be related? No. Preposterous.
If Vulture went along he was completely ignored by Clover.

I just realized clover is more me than I'd like to admit

Tennyson glared at him, why was this dude staring at him? Was it because he was handsome? Or because he was a coyote? But he knew his brilliant looks had something to do with it. He smirked at him and ruffled his fur so it stood on end making him look even more fat

didimentioniadorethisfatfiend

(@the quiet members of canis)

ALRIGHT YOU PULLED MY LEG I'M COMING I'M COMING

Name: Meilin

Age: 17 Moons

Rank: Guaridan Novitiate

Gender: Female

Personality: Meilan is the textbook definition of sociopath. She feels little to no empathy towards anyone, even her own family. Most of the time she regards you with disinterest or agitation, and if she is interested, it's very dull.
She rarely feels happiness, but when she does its intense and very much there. Adrenaline junky to the max. If it'll let her feel something other then agitation, she'll do it, even if its risky. Her most common phrase is simply, "I'm here for a good time, not a long time."
For Meilan, life is simply a game and she is the player. Each dog in a pawn to her, serving nothing but as a crunch to her ulterior motive. What is that, you'll ask? Simply to get to the top. She wants as much control, as much power as she can possibly get, even if it means fighting her way to the top, to alpha.
For how young she is, she is incredibly intelligent. If you're going to be the player of the massive game of life, you need to be smart. Quick, stealthy, good at covering her tracks and incredibly good at lying if she gets in trouble. A sweet, sweet talker when she needs to be. Being one of the most attentive Guardian novitiates, shes quite the favorite amongst teachers, allowing her to get her way out of most situations.
She doesn't really care if she loses friends. She doesn't really have any, and as stated, dogs are just her ladder to the top. Despises most and is not kind in any sense, except to her teachers. Prone to short bouts of aggression, but so far has not physically hurt another dog.
She's very aware that nothing and not one is permanent, everything is constantly moving and everything will come and go, at some point or another. She softened questions why she, a diminutive dog among billions, was chosen to be put where she was. How she survived amongst the many that were destined to die, lined up like lambs at the slaughter.
Or maybe she wasn't chosen. Maybe she simply made too many mistakes that landed her in a place of hallowed emotions, quite simply nothing other then her own doing.
How did she land herself to inhabit the greatness of the two packs?
Who would ever know?


Breed/species: Saluki Mix

Pelt description: Thin black pelt, typical Saluki ears and tail. Her ears are black fading into red-brown.

Eye color: Dark amber-gold.

Build: Larger then both her sisters, and stronger then a normal Saluki. Long legs, not too much different from a typical Saluki.

History: Unlike every other story, Meilin's life didn't start that great. She and her three siblings were born in the beginning of winter. Born to two runaway strays, a black Saluki and a ginger and white Saluki mix, they struggling to survive. Meilin, Sintari, Ambi, and Finn. Finn, who was the littlest, didn't make it long. He died shortly after Meilin opened her eyes, and she barely remembered him.
So, it left the three sisters. Just as they thought they were going to make it through the winter unscathed, Meilin fell ill.
She nearly died, but miraculously she fought back against Death, and survived. All she remembered was the feeling of freezing cold that ran through her veins and froze her bones, but at the same time the feeling of burning alive.
But nonetheless she survived to tell the tale.
But she blamed her parents for the whole thing.
She felt nothing when she snapped at her parents, blaming them for having pups in the winter, for losing her brother and her nearly dying because of the cold that caused her illness.
She was more closed off from her parents then both her siblings. She took her own path, played her own game, hunting for herself and only herself, even at only 6 months old.
Until a tragedy struck the heart of the torn family pack.
A pack of traveling dogs had attacked their small camp, stealing their prey and murdering her father right in front of Ida's eyes.
Not that Meilin had been there.
She had come back to a destroyed camp, the ground slick with blood and the still body of her father at her remaining family's paws.
Sintari blamed herself.
Ambi just silently went on her way, taking care of the family.
Meilin felt almost next to nothing.
Something had struck her heart and froze it completely. She had felt something when he had died, but it was only a sort of sad acceptance. She hadn't even tried to comfort her family, not Sintari when she broke down or her mother and Ambi, who, albeit grieving, kept strong.
It was a strange sense of whenever something happened, she just didn't feel anything in regard to it, except maybe anger or jealousy.
Two months passed. Sintari's mental health went spiraling down into something that only she herself could save herself from. Even when she begged Meilin to help her, to do something, Meilin only looked at her with a blank stare and coldly refused. Ambi and her mother were holding out, though.
As the story would have it, their mother soon passed when they were 8 months old. From what, no one could really tell, she seemed to have just crumbled at Meilin's paws, shuddering for a few moments and then was gone.
Meilin wouldn't admit it, but her mother's death hit her a little harder then her father, but nothing like it normally should.
She wasn't sure how they did it, but she, Sintari, and Ambi survived by themselves, and were soon found by a Lupus hunting party.
Meilan, despite being in the same pack as her siblings, cut herself off from them entire, pursuing as a Guardian.

Pack: Lupus

Mate/Crush: None, but idk why you would want her lol

Offspring: None.

Parents: Two random dogs. Doesnt matter, they're dead anyway lol

Siblings: Ambi, Sintari.

Song associated: Centuries— Fall Out Boy. Natural— Imagine Dragons.

Other: The edge-queen you have (not) been waiting for

Username: @Cluckcluck1215

__________________

Name: Ambi

Age: 17 Moons

Rank: Hunter Novitiate

Gender: Female

Personality: Describe the opposite of Meilan. Soft spoken, and motherly, it's hard to see how Meilan and Ambi are sisters. If there's ever a fight between her sisters or the other novitiates, she will quickly disfuse of the situation.
Empathetic, she hates to see dogs in pain. If someone's down, shes the one you want to come to. Quite smart and gives good advice, and if she ever raises her voice, its because she adamantly uplifting someone who is talking bad about themselves.
She's very understanding, but really dislikes it when others lie. She doesn't understand why someone wouldn't just come clean. If you were honest you would get in less trouble. She knows how to take a joke unlike her sisters, and it's difficult to hurt her feelings because she tries to understand no matter what you did. Will try and find the good in literally everyone.
She wholeheartedly believes in the wolves, but isn't too fond of the coyotes because they are so violent, but doesn't say anything. Has high respect for her superiors.

Breed/species: Saluki mix.

Pelt description: Red Saluki. White belly, chest, throat and lower muzzle. Brown and black ears. Feathered legs.

Eye color: Soft amber.

Build: She looks like a typical Saluki, albeit smaller then both her sisters.

History: Ambi never held a grudge against either of her parents like Meilan had. She didn't see what her mother would have done wrong— it wasn't her fault. She was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time and it landed her in a situation she had no control over.
When their father was killed, she broke, unlike Meilan. He had taught her everything, how to hunt, basic healing and herb knowledge, and any skill she would need to know.
But then he was taken away.
The worst to take it was Sintari. And when Meilan refused to comfort her sister, Ambi was there every single second. She refused to leave her sisters side, and soon they became more inseparable then before, both watching Meilan grow into something that was no longer their sister.
Ambi missed Meilan. The real Meilan, not the emotionless imposter planted before her. No, that creature was not the pup she once knew.
When their mother passed at Meilan's feet, Ambi had to drag Sintari half the way. She had no longer wanted to do it, and was caving. But Ambi wouldn't let her.
"You have to keep going, Sintari. Because you did not just come this far to just come this far." She stared down at her sister, meeting her dull gray eyes. "Okay? Now get up. You're a warrior and you still have something to prove, but you won't prove it if you stay there."
"Warrior?" Sintari echoed softly, tilting her head slightly.
"Warrior." Ambi affirmed, giving a slight smile.
And from then, she saw her sister improve completely, and she saw the sister she used to have when they found and joined Lupus pack.
She originally wanted to be a healer, but when that spot was filled, she pursued as a hunter with Sintari, whilst Meilan broke off from the pair.

Pack: Lupus

Mate/Crush: None, open.

Offspring: None.

Parents: ajakshkahajs they're dead

Siblings: Sintari, Meilan.

Song associated: Gone, Gone, Gone— Phillip Phillip's

Other: no I dont care about genetics

Username: @Cluckcluck1215

___________________

Name: Sintari

Age: 17 Moons

Rank: Hunter Novitiate

Gender: Female

Personality: If Meilan is like the night, dangerous, cold and harsh, and Ambi is like the day, warm, gentle and bright, then Sintari was caught dangling between the two. She's not completely hopeless like she was only a few months ago, but she's still not completely okay. She's prone to disappearing for a few days at a time, then coming back and not saying where she went. Even though she's very hard working, shes not quite the teacher sfavprite since she often vanishes with no warning.
She has a good heart with the right intentions, but doesn't really know how to express it, and when she tries and give advice it comes of as awkward. Not very social, she's not the greatest at interacting with others.
Doesn't really believe in the wolves, but believes dogs should just do whatever they want. Pessimistic, but she's a fighter. She knows she'll get through whatever comes her way.
She despises Meilan with all her heart. She doesn't think that she can ever truly be kind again, even when Ambi tries to talk to her. It's not uncommon for them to get into fights, even though Ambi talks them down from it quickly.
Creative and intelligent, quick at picking up new things and new skills, and remembers information very well. Very attentive and a good listener.

Breed/species: Saluki mix.

Pelt description: White/cream Saluki. Thick feathery tail and fluffy ears, fluffy neck. Thick scar running down her shoulder and across her side.

Eye color: Pale gray.

Build: Caught between Ambi and Meilan height wise. Her shoulders are a little broader then a normal Saluki, and her legs aren't stick thin like normal purebreds, either, showing her fathers mutt side a little more then her sisters.

History: She remembers her fathers death vividly. She had been the only one in the small camp with her father at the time when the dogs attacked. Five of them, three giant males and two females who were just as big. They ransacked their camp, destroyed it. Two Saluki mutts were no match against them. They had swatted her aside like she was nothing but a fly, ripping her side open and tossing her into the bushes.
She had watching, paralyzed with pain and trepidation, as they tore into her father before her eyes and took off with the remaining prey. Sintari has just laid in the bushes, unable to move until her mother and Ambi found her.
It had broke her.
She didn't care about the physical pain she had suffered, she had just watch her father get torn to literal pieces before her. Melian didn't try to understand. Her mother tried, but was dealing with her own grief. But Ambi understood.
And she was there every second.
Every second it all got to much, every second when their mother passed suddenly, and when she wanted to give up before they found Lupus.
"Warrior." Ambi had told her. No, Sintari was no warrior in her own mind, but to Ambi she was, and that was enough. Someone who was constantly there for her was enough.
And Lupus became her new home from them on, pursuing as a hunter.

Pack: Lupus

Mate/Crush: None, open.

Offspring: None.

Parents: y'all should know this by now they both went bye bye

Siblings: Ambi, Meilan.

Song associated: drowning.— The Eden Project. Medicine— Daughter.

Other: N/A

Username: @Cluckcluck1215

ajakjsakjsiahs igotcarriedawayimsorryigotheideainthemiddleofthenight

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#1.
Meilin the NAME has way too much emotional connotation for me to even elaborate,,,here I go,,,carried on a tsunami of my tears,,,,

Name: Flori
Age: 12 years or 144 moons
Rank: guardian
Gender: female
Personality: Friendly and cheerful, never acts as though her age slows her down.
Smart. She emanates an openness and eagerness to help her pack mates. However, she dislikes the ‘only the strong belong’ mantra of the Lupus and can become quite passionate about it at times. It’s personal for her. If need be she can be a tiny ball of anger and mad battle skills, though her height limits their effectiveness. She truly does scare the younger dogs of Canis, though. (That means all of the dogs in Canis.)
Like a mother, she guides the guardian novitiates of Canis and makes sure they don’t get out of line. She is infamous for preventing what she considers “bullying,” though it is often harmless teasing. They don’t always like her for that. But everyone listens to Flori.
Breed/species: Swedish Vallhund
Pelt description: thick. Like a wolf’s.
Wolf-grey.
Eye color: brown
Build: like a wolf reincarnate blessed with the legs of a Corgi.
13 inches tall.
Has enough muscles to make many Lupus members jealous.
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History: For five years, Flori herded cattle. In the sixth year, her owners sold the last one.
Flori now had little purpose in life. She invited dogs to her home in the barn that she would have, until recently, driven away. Then she valued the safety of the cattle. Now she valued companionship. The attention of her owners just wasn’t enough.
Now Flori heard rumors about the dogs in the woods far west of her home from a wanderer passing through. They strove to live like the wolves who had lived there and carved a life for themselves in it.
Here Flori ate kibble that she hardly felt she earned.
It was a dark night when that stranger came that finally told her all she wanted to know. Stormy, too, but even if it had been clear, it would be a new moon.
The moon grew full. She casually toyed with the idea of going there.
Her favorite human, her Master, left for college and didn’t come back. But she didn’t know why he left, of course. She waited for him, but she wasn’t one of those patient dogs who waited forever, unfortunately.
The moon waned to a sliver. She felt idle and confused. Why wouldn’t he come back?
Her owners still walked her everyday, but the lack of distracting exercise that she once had was making her antsy.
That’s when they gave her a bath. Only He gave her a bath, and even then she barely tolerated it.
She hated water.
She never came back.
She went on a journey that lasted many nights. The moon was at its first quarter when she arrived at Lupus pack. She was hungry. She had taught herself to hunt, but she wasn’t very good at it. And when you have short legs that must travel a journey of many miles, you’re always hungry.
Flori was about to stroll right into Lupus when she was intercepted by a patrol. She relayed her interest in becoming a part of their pack.
The Stick of Divining shot that down. She came an inch short. A smidgen! But she was rejected. This was the worst moment of her history, hangry, being escorted to Lupus border, feeling powerless.
But she didn’t give up. Truly, she didn’t have the bravery to give up and go on the long return journey home. So it wasn’t really a brave move when she applied to Canis, that is at least where the Lupus dogs decided she belonged. She hadn’t even known there were two packs.
She became a guardian, adversary of the Lupus. She may be old, but she still does her job vigorously.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: she’s spayed
Offspring: refer to the above
Parents: dead, most likely
Siblings: out there
Song associated:
Other: The dog who had a mid-life crisis that was ended by her hate for water.
Username: @Amer

OH CANIS GOT A GRANDMA TOO I AM S A T I S F I E D

ajskakakdkajs I cannot express my love for this dog oh my word

she simply had to be made
I had absolutely no say in the matter

Tennyson looked at the other coyotes waiting for them to decide if they were moving back to camp now or if they were going to monitor the hunters. Tennyson usually wouldn’t like staying away from camp aka napping quarters but in this case he was desperate for food. He was skin and bone! This is what happens when those stupid mutts don’t bring food in 48 hours I get hungry then I loose weight and then I will starve to death.

did I mention----

Ight time for some drama



Hailstone's face burned with anger, his teeth bared around a furious growl. As Avalanche turned away from Guillemot, he sprinted forward, covering the distance between them in a few quick strides. Avalanche went sprawling into Petrel when Hailstone slammed into her, and it satisfaction surged through him. The coyotes recovered quickly; he braced himself between the two groups.

"We'll get your stupid deer," he snarled. "Just get out of our camp."

I SAID I'M ON MY WAY

 

[PeepersMama]

Yay!
Is there someone else I could draw too?

If you wanted to do Iscariot...

@PeepersMama
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(From now on le birb is an average size comparison because it didn’t fit in the corner, lol)
is the constant stream of my drawings getting annoying?

Yo this is LIT I stan
the day the fanart gets annoying is the day
i can't think of anything to finish that with but no it's definitely not annoying (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

 

[Amer]

 

[Amer]

If you wanted to do Iscariot...

Yo this is LIT I stan
the day the fanart gets annoying is the day
i can't think of anything to finish that with but no it's definitely not annoying (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

Aright

 

[HeavensHens88]

Because @HeavensHens88 said he didn’t deserve a ref sheet... ;(
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though I don’t know if this ref is anywhere near accurate because of Sarah’s rather vague form.
For example: what does she mean by ‘tricolored spots’? Black and tan? Liver? Liver and white? Some weird mosaic? Idk so I just made him a chocolate merle. I don’t think the pose is right either, but the greyhound I was using for reference was like that so there it is.

OHHHHH YOU HAD TO GO AND DO IT, DIDN'T YOU
HE'S VAGUE BECAUSE HE DESERVES TO BE VAGUE
BUT SOMEHOW HE'S SO ACCURATE ANYWAY AND I'M MAD (((((9 LOOK AT THAT ATROCIOUS SYMMETRY
YOU'D BETTER RUN AMER, YOU'D BETTER TAKE YOUR IMPUDENCE AND RUN

 

[HeavensHens88]

@PeepersMama
View attachment 2256117
(From now on le birb is an average size comparison because it didn’t fit in the corner, lol)
is the constant stream of my drawings getting annoying?

oh man he is MAJESTIC
DON'T YOU EVER STOP ARTING, YOU HEAR ME
ESPECIALLY IF YOU STOKE MY ELKBUTT RAGE

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i don't know where the hay this came from but i sure needed it

 

[Amer]

OHHHHH YOU HAD TO GO AND DO IT, DIDN'T YOU
HE'S VAGUE BECAUSE HE DESERVES TO BE VAGUE
BUT SOMEHOW HE'S SO ACCURATE ANYWAY AND I'M MAD (((((9 LOOK AT THAT ATROCIOUS SYMMETRY
YOU'D BETTER RUN AMER, YOU'D BETTER TAKE YOUR IMPUDENCE AND RUN

*runs*
*realizes I’ve forgotten the compliment*
*goes back, snatches the compliment, and runs*

oh man he is MAJESTIC
DON'T YOU EVER STOP ARTING, YOU HEAR ME
ESPECIALLY IF YOU STOKE MY ELKBUTT RAGE

i don't know where the hay this came from but i sure needed it

a yes thank