House of Wolves RP CHAT THREAD

[Amer]

This is Erivita’s colour 4 reference (my picture of my Great Dane Wilbur):
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(excuse his terrible picture face I caught him seconds after a yawn XD)

He’s cute, as always.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

He’s cute, as always.

(XD that is like the ligit worst pic I could have gotten

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Anyway night night people it’s 2 minutes to 11pm and I am tired as...

 

[RiverStorm]

Oh sweetie,
we all did
in the most pleasant way

well good
because I still think about that joke

And if not


no veteran discount served

i get a veteran discount!!!!!!

i just had a haunting dream last night about pigeons drinking milk so i feel obligated to say yes so that i dont get deleted by a vicious flock of subconcious generated columbidaes with a taste for dairy

this invokes a feeling of sincere hostility

 

[HeavensHens88]

[COLOR=333333]Name: Owl
Pack: Rip Pack
Gender: Female
Age (in moons): 24
Rank: Hunter
Packtors: N/A
Personality: Fierce, cold, elite, nimble, and fast. Can be sweet to her packmates if she feels like it. HIGHLY INDEPENDENT- HATES ASSISTANCE!!!! High ranking in Hunter Hiearchy.
History: Born and raised in Rip Pack
Description of bodily attributes: Golden she-coyote with black underbelly, face, and tail; has the oddest black eyes.
Breed if dog or species if wolf/coyote: Eastern Coyote
Mate/crush: (Any already-created male coyote want to be her mate?)
Parents: Hawk and Eagle
Siblings: Falcon
Pups: None yet.
Other: N/A
Username: HeavensHens88[/COLOR]

where in the remotest of desolate galaxies did tHiS horrific thing come from------

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

I didn't even think about how easy Google Docs could make them to navigate, and, honesty, can I admit that it's luxuriously perfect??? :000
Sorry, not sorry, but Member Pages- you're one thing of 2017 that's staying in 2017.

https://www.backyardchickens.com/threads/house-of-wolves-rp-chat-thread.1388805/

wonder how much I have to read here

Aquamans dog


This snatched every wig I've ever had

I---
oh that's obviously EXACTLY the correlation my subconscious intended no DOUBT

I'm vry glad

Hi, hello, I am late and have no idea what happening as usual but y'know what I'll roll with it

Name: Hestia

Age: 5 years

Rank: Lead Hunter

Gender: Female

Personality: In the past, the weight of fear of the future drug her down. Uncertain of what ahead, especially after her brother left. But one day, she decided she couldn't let herself be scared of what was ahead, instead just be certain of what was now. Whether it was temporary or permanent.
When she puts her mind to something, there is nothing that was stop the she-she from fulfilling what she wants to. Open-minded and empathetic, she's not quick to judge. She will always be there for her pack, and will always put them above herself, and while its the Lupus' nature to be more harsh, her mother always taught her that kindness was always the answer.
She climbed herself to the top of the hunters because of her determination. Even when her family was scorned for the betrayal of Apollo, she refused to be disrespected in such a way. Whenever she has time, she spends time with the pups, giving them gentle encouragement that determination and kindness will always get you farther then rage.

Breed/species: Border Collie Mutt. Honestly who knows what's in her at this point.

Pelt description: Short, wiry furred dog. Golden-yellow color with lighter colored ears and chest, face, neck and belly. Feathered tail and thicker fur on her cheeks and ears, but shes mostly short furred.

Eye color: Golden-brown.

Build: For how many smaller dogs that are in her genetics, she is quite large. Around the size of a doberman pinscher, maybe a little smaller. Rather slim, with long legs and long tail, the body similar to a border collie, besides the height.

History: Nothing incredibly special. Probably will be developed in the future.

Pack: Lupus

Mate/Crush: Not interested.

Offspring: None.

Parents: Juniper and Ice

Siblings: Apollo (Canis)

Song associated: Character inspired by Drive— Incubus.

Other: N/A

Username: @Cluckcluck1215

oh she is a MIGHTY sword of kindness in a tumultuous sea of flimsy knives of brutality ☮

Name: Apollo

Age: 4 Years

Rank: Guardian

Gender: Male

Personality: Apollo is the opposite of his sisters. Quiet, occasionally bitter, but entirely unafraid to speak his mind. He doesn't understand why there need to be packs, why they have to be seperated. Why should you have to decide to be a Guardian or Hunter or Healer? Canis or Lupus? Why not just do your own thing?
He wants freedom.
He knows he gets more of it in Canis, but it's not enough.
But he doesn't want to be alone, either. He's terrified of it, even if he won't admit it. He doesn't believe in the Paragon, or anything like a religion. To him, it was even more trapping.
He's not cruel, but hes not nessicarily nice, either. It takes a lot to actually get some empathy from him, and if you do, you best believe he cares about you. In reality, though, he acts like he doesn't care, but he really does. Deeply. He's just too scared to be seen as weak, even though Canis dogs are generally empathic. If someone can get past his cold exterior, he'd be much kinder.
A listener, not a talker, unless he needs to prove something. Loyal as heck to Canis. Due to this, he can be very violent in battle. He's hotheaded and bold, unafraid to go all out.

Breed/species: Border Collie Mutt (German shepherd, doberman and various others thrown in there.)

Pelt description: While his sister, Hestia, got his fathers golden pelt, Apollo lacked such golden flavor. And lacked Heather's solid black as well. Instead, he got the red, orange and brown brindle pelt of his mother, but with the length of his father's. Thick, fluffy tail, chest and cheeks. Half his face is more red-orange then the rest, which is more brown.

Eye color: Golden.

Build: More of a German or Dutch-Shepard build. He got Juniper's longer muzzle, upright, sharp ears and long, lean legs. He's taller then both his sisters, but Hestia is close to his height. Despite the lean legs, he really isn't meant for hunting. He doesn't have the speed of the hunters, nor the interest in hunting that much, which is why he is a Guardian.

History: From the start, Ice loved Hestia far more then he would ever love Apollo. She was– quite literally –his golden girl. To Ice, Hestia had far more to offer. While she was shy, she had spirit and determination. She was perfect to him. She had everything Apollo lacked. Of course, she didn't seem to notice her extra treatment, especially when his half-sister, Heather, was born. Heather was intelligent and empathetic, a natural healer. While Ice groomed both Hestia and Heather, abandoning both his mates and sons needs just for his daughters, he and Juniper were left.
Apollo wasn't dumb, but he wasn't smart. Not weak, but not fast. He didn't know where he belonged, and was miserable in his life of a hunter. He became bitter, hateful towards both his parents and siblings, even though Juniper only wanted the best for his. He just wanted to live. Not just thrive in a whirlwind of chaos. He wanted to live like those before him, to make something of himself.
So he did the only thing he could.
He left. For good, as soon as he turned two.
He couldn't make it as a lone dog, but he couldn't make it in Lupus. So he retreated to Canis. The only place he could make something of himself. They took him in, and even though he was new, they allowed him position of Guardian, knowing he would never make it as a hunter.
He isn't scared to just live. To just make his own path. He left behind everything to make something of himself, and he intends to. He knows hes better then what his father made him believe.
He just doesn't know how.

Pack: Canis

Mate/Crush: Open, maybe.

Offspring: None

Parents: Juniper and Ice.

Siblings: Heather (Half sister, Lupus), Hesita (Full blooded sister, Lupus).

Song associated: rock + roll — EDEN (warning: this song does have language incase anyone wants to listen to it.)

Other: N/A

Username: @Cluckcluck1215

he's so deep in a palatable way that I'm totally in love with
and this Ice guy is
ooooh I hate him perfectly

Name: Juice
Age: 15 moons
Rank: hunter novitiate
Gender: female
Personality: ambitious. She’s friendly, but also has a more distant side. Ever since she was a pup, she couldn’t wait to grow up and become a functioning member of her pack. Even if she has her fears. Despite being quite weak physically, Juice is a confident hunter. She runs her very hardest and pushes her physical boundaries. She knows she won’t sink to the bottom of the pack, but she still has her insecurities.
Breed/species: dutch shepherd mix
Description: Eyes are a dark brown. Fur is short and has a typical dutch shepherd brindle. But that’s where her similarities with her brother end. Whatever wasn’t a Dutch Shepherd clearly dominated in her build. She has long, twiggy legs, is quite skinny, and is also only 18 inches tall, which speaks of something other, perhaps a Whippet. Has a long, pointy nose and pointy ears. I’ll draw her eventually.
History: same as Cider. Juice knows she’s not as physically capable as some of the others in her pack, and the last thing she wants is to end up in the Omega position, or somewhere close. So she trains. She pushes her physical boundaries. She goes on those physically demanding, long distance hunts. She trains with the Guardians, and loses all the fights.
And she remains a noodle.
Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: open
Offspring: not yet
Parents: Existent
Siblings: Cider
Song associated:
Other: allergic to shellfish
Username: @Amer

delightful
allergic to shellfish is the best thing that's happened to me all day

I just read the intro story again and it gave me chills both times

if you're talking about the bit that I'm at blame for-
*evasive self-depricating muttering that goes around and around until it ends up at a begrudging thank you*

If you're talking about everything else-
I KNOW RIGHT
ISN'T FLUFF THE GREATEST
JUST LOOK AT THAT ORGANIZED MAJESTY

Name: Blizzard
Age: 10 years
Rank: Wound healer
Gender: Male
Personality: Gruff, a grumpy old guy, constantly scolding teen and adult dogs alike for their myriad ways of acquiring minor injuries. Snappy and not very good at comforting others, often blunt. These traits have often resulted in him issuing dire prophecies in front of a badly injured dog’s friends and family, which probably isn’t the best way to assuage their anxieties. However, he’s always rather gentle when attending to wounds, and will even let a more playful side show around young pups. A good listener and giver of quiet advice if approached at the right time by the right dog.
Breed/species: Labrador pitbull mix
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Pelt description: pic
Eye color: brown
Build: Sturdy and board, could be a great fighter, but the most fighting he’s willing to do are gentle scuffles with pups.
History: He just approached the pack one day two years ago. No one knows how his life has went, though it’s believed from his vague stories and advice that he’s fought before, and is clearly tired of battle. Some think he was once a pet dog at some point, but no one truly knows.
Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: None
Offspring: None
Parents: Dead
Siblings: Dead
Song associated:
Other:
Username: RoostersAreAwesome

yes just the perfect crotchety old man I want working on my wounds

Name: Halfrid
Age: 6 years (72 moons)
Rank: Alpha
Gender: Female
Personality: Order incarnate. She's devoted to her pack full-heartedly, always making the choices that she thinks will best prosper them and ready to take the hard hit for any of them. She's more so on the serious side, but sometimes you'll catch a friendly joke resembling the ones she told as a Novitiate. Speaking of Novitiates, you'll often find her speaking to them or pups-- Always making sure to especially take an interest in them, making sure they're getting taught correctly, are happy, empathetic, and receiving the best advise to become great and valuable members of the pack. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact she can't have her own, so she's taken to acting as if they were all her blood. Also, if she catches anyone mistreating one of them, pray for their souls 'cause they're about to be up there with the dead, or at least feel like it.
She's very easy to get along with, just be respectful and she'd talk hours with you if she could.
She loves partaking in her pack's activities, keeping tabs on each dog.
But don't mistake her kindness for softness, she can turn cold and ready to deal out punishment to anyone who breaks the laws. She's not afraid to banish dogs or demote them, if it's called for and justified.
As for religion? She's all in. The wolves feel like powerful peers she has to please, and she feels her pack is doing pretty well in their eyes. And she's amazingly loyal to the coyotes, taking everything the Paragon says as law. She'll often ask him for advice, if it's in a time he's open and allowing her to ask.
She's pretty disapproving of Lupus Pack but desperately wants to keep the peace and reveres pack law, so she makes sure to enforce the rules of dealing with them with respect and neutral kindness.
Overall, she just wants the best for her pack, and thinks order, justice, kindness, and loyalty will bring that.
Breed/species: Irish Wolfhound.
Pelt description: Shaggy, wiry bright red fur that is semi-thick and wavy. Often times, the sun will catch it's glare and she very nearly looks like she's just a walking spirit of fire.
Eye color: Deep chocolate brown with flecks of lighter brown.
Build: Very muscular; you can tell she's probably an amazing fighter. She's thick, but not overweight-- Just protected by her strength in the muscle department. Due to this, however, she is not very fast nor the most agile at top speeds.
Stands at a impressive height of 30". Long legs that are built for running and a tail that's long and scrawny comparatively. Her paws are huge, and armed with dangerously long claws.
History: Halfrid was born into Canis pack and lived the average life of a youngster for awhile. She had one sister, Astred, of whom she was inseparable from; the pack would often find the two playing or causing mischief together, and they became known pranksters, with Halfrid always taking the lead and egging her smaller sister on-- Not that most of the pack cared too much, they easily tried to slip into dog's good wills and became efficient at succeeding. When it came time for them to become Novitiates, they did pretty well at both hunting and patrolling, so they were given a choice, however were steered towards becoming Guardians due to their physique, but Halfrid made the call to become Hunters, and automatically Astred followed.
It went like a breeze, and they graduated per usual with nothing amiss, and the became official hunters and adults.
It's funny and cruel how things can go so right and then so wrong, isn't it?
On their first day of being official hunters, most of them were gathered up. Their current lead hunter had scented a sick moose and decided to take a shot at it. Needless to say, it didn't go well-- At all. The moose wasn't so sick and lack of proficient orders and strategy caused the dogs to get confused and begin attacking as different hunters instead of a reformed team.
One bad choice, one kick, and Astred went sprawling. Her spine was broken, and she died within seconds.
Watching poor leadership kill her sister and best friend rolled into one completely changed Halfrid. She became orderly, strategized, and wiser. Instead of seeking her out for her good-tempered jokes, her pack now sought her out for advice. With these qualities, she soon found herself climbing the ranks up until she became Secretary. And when her past alpha died, she took his place, and slipped into the role with ease.
Finally, she had the rank she needed to instill order and true justice.
Pack: Canis
Mate/Crush: None, she's promised to never take one. And a crush would just distract her from her responsibilities of leading.
Offspring: None. Being the Canis alpha, she's banned from having any-- And she's a stickler for the rules, so she won't be secretly breaking that one anytime soon.
Parents: Both unimportant and now deceased. They died at some point before she became alpha.
Siblings: Astred (Sister, deceased)
Song associated: Marshmello ft. Bastille - Happier

Spoiler

Other: Her name means "Peaceful heroine."
Username: @RiverStorm

YOU GAVE HER HAPPIER I'M--------
if there's any chance that you don't have a com on flush's waitlist,
can i draw her plz plz plz plz plz plz plz


that also goes for any of y'all's if our splendiferous leader doesn't have time for them
I swear I've improved since my AHAM...atrocities
and if they end up just that bad....well, I can't help that, but like Amer says, practice, amiright?

Name: Akari

Age: 15 moons

Rank: Hunter Novitiate

Gender: Female

Personality: Violently optimistic. Nothing will bring her down. She knows that when bad things happen, good will always come out of it. You just have to try hard enough. She does have a tendency to make jokes all the time, and sometimes at the worst times. It's hard to tell when shes actually being serious most of the time.
Witty has heck, she won't pass up any chance to come up with a snarky come back. Has absolutely zero tolerance for liers. She's not a complete wet towel, but she holds high respect for authority at all times, even though she might make a joke at the most inopportune time.
She might joke around a lot, but she has serious issues with being alone. Shes terrified of the pack abandoning her like her mother did.
Shes quite intelligent, and likes to know everything about everyone and everything. She has a tendency to push boundaries, even though shes just curious.
Her heart is in the right place, but she has a long way to go.

Breed/species: An interesting mix of Greyhound and Irish Wolfhound, and a few other breeds tossed in.

Pelt description: A mix of short and long fur. Most of her body is cover in short, ginger fur, with a white chest and belly.. However, a very long, feathery tail and ears. Her ears are more brown then ginger and end in black. Mother is a Greyhound, father is an Irish Wolfhound mix.

Eye color: Striking golden eyes with streaks of brown.

Build: She's a tall, thin girl. Built for speed. Long, thin legs and long muzzle. Her paws are incredibly disproportionate to the rest of her, however, and are huge compared to her legs. She isn't very graceful while walking, and tends to trip over her own feet, but she can surprisingly run very fast without tripping over herself.

History: She was born just outside the packs to two dogs who were runaways, along with her two siblings, Kitsune and Falcon. Falcon, however, didn't last more then a few days, and eventually passed. It was peaceful for a short while, until one day the pair of pups strayed too close to a river and fell in.
Akari survived.
Kitsune did not.
Akari knew it was her fault. But she also knew that Kitsune wouldn't blame her, and would want her to go on without her. So she percivered, even when her mother dropped her on the Canis pack border, leaving her alone to be found by the pack that would soon become her own.
She quickly adapted to them and their religion, and fiercely believes in it. To her, anyone who doesn't must surely be crazy.

Pack: Canis

Mate/Crush: Open

Offspring: N/A

Parents: Nero, (father, alive) Roslin (mother, alive)

Siblings: Kitsune (sister, dead) Falcon (brother, dead)

Song associated: She's A Genius— Jet

Other: Her name is of Japanese origin, meaning light. Also means cinnamon.

Username: @Cluckcluck1215
oh my gosh she's such a SPICY CINNAMON ROLL
"dropped her at the border" top NOTCH PARENTING RIGHT THERE ROSLIN

Name: Soleil

Age: 5 1/2 years

Rank: Secretary

Gender: Female

Personality: Soft-spoken, but stern. She doesn't have much tolerance for lying or joking around, even though she has a soft spot for pups and novitiate. She's generally a very gentle dog despite her sort of intimidating demeanor. She has a level head on her shoulders, and knows her place in the pack. She doesn't always agree with Halfrid, but she will always respect her alpha unless her decision is completely unfair.
She has a very kind heart, and would lay down her life for her pack at any given time. She vowed to never kill another dog, and believes those who do should be condemned to a life of misery. She dislikes Lupus pack strongly, but would never outright say it.
She doesn't know what to believe when it comes to religion, but for the sake of the pack she says she wholeheartedly believes in the Paragon and is devoted to him. But at heart, she doesn't know what there is out there.

Breed/species: Pit Bull mix.

Pelt description: Short white coat with golden spots all over, except for her paws. Golden ears and a black nose.

Eye color: One brown, one blue.

Build: A stocky, pit bull type build. Her ears are flipped at the tips. She seems like a chunky girl, but most of it is pure muscle.

History: Canis born and raised. No tragic backstory for this girl.

Pack: Canis

Mate/Crush: N/A, open

Offspring: N/A

Parents: Dusk and Dorian.

Siblings: (Open)

Song associated: Normally I love this feature, but I don't know what song to use for her.

Other: N/A

Username: @Cluckcluck1215

Man, I love a good agnostic leader.
And her NaME is fAB. Kind of random, but that was my cousin's little sheltie mix's name and I've always loved it with all of my heart, but never heard it again until now.

Name: Erivita
Age: 20 moons
Rank: hunter Novitiate
Gender: Female
Personality: she is shy and usually avoids other dogs but she is a good but new hunter. Still learning the ropes of being part of a pack she is still haunted by her past with humans. She has a good heart but cornering her could lead to a nasty injury, she hates being surprised or even being snapped at.
History: she had a relatively normal start to life but as she grew her humans began to get angry. The humans smacked and kicked and essentially beat Erivita, over time she began to avoid her humans. They wouldn’t look for her and even though she left her parents she never regretted it, she’d found a pack recently and become a part of a group. She couldn’t regret it, the people had abused her and as much as she’d like to think she’d enjoy her parents company she knew that in her heart she couldn’t bring herself to return to the humans care. For a while she wanted to but then she was taken in by the pack Canis and began to be taught how to hunt. She still to this day avoids other dogs with the fear they might take her to humans, she was terrified and it was irrational. She knew that but she couldn’t help but feel frightened around other dogs. And her height doesn’t help her blend in, no it makes her stand out.
Breed/species: Great Dane x German Shepard (her mum was full Great Dane and her father German Shepard)
Pelt description: she has a Smokey blue pelt much the same as the Great Dane colour blue but unlike the Great Dane she has long fur like a German Shepard
Eye colour: her eyes are amber like that of a wolf’s
Build: she is tall like a Great Dane but stocky which means she sticks out much to her dismay. All she’d ever wanted was to blend in.
Pack: Canis
Mate: None...atm
Offspring: NA
Parents: with her humans that she ran away from
Siblings: somewhere
Song associated: no idea I’m sure I’ll find one when I start RPing her
Other: she was abused at her human home so therefore she rarely talks about it
Username: @Butterscotchbitesfinger

this poor KID ;w;
and another lit name! :0

Name: Arrow
Age: 4 years
Rank: General
Gender: Female
Personality: Bold, defiant, and independent, Arrow feigns complete indifference to the dogs around her, making her seem rude and brash. She hates being bossed around, and she isn't afraid to fight if someone disrespects her or her pack. Hopelessly blunt, and will say what’s on her mind even if it’s rude or disrespectful to do so, which is part of why she’s such a good general. Also an extremely good trainer, though a strict one.
Breed/species: Small mutt. Think a bit shorter than a border collie. Short furred with pointed ears. Long, narrow muzzle. All white with some faded brown patches on her back. Short, thicker furred tail.
Eye color: Amber
Build: She’s lean and muscled, but small.
History: Arrow lived the first two years of her life happily in Lupus pack with her sister, mother, and father. One day, her father went on a seemingly ordinary border patrol. But things got bloody. He was practically carried back to camp. Even as the healers ran forward to tend to him, he breathed his last. Arrow was devastated. During her period of grief, a hunter named Pointy showed outstanding kindness and friendship towards her. She soon became mates with Pointy, and gave birth to four of his pups. Then, when it seemed that her life had returned to the peace and happiness it once was, Pointy was killed on a hunt. Arrow went into another bout of grief, but this time, she knew who to blame. It was widely known that the actions of an irresponsible novitiate had caused the elk they were hunting to charge and fatally injure Pointy. Late during the night, Arrow approached the novitiate, who was sleeping away from camp to escape the shame of his mistake. He was found dead in the forest the next morning.
She was never the same after that.
Arrow turned over her eight week old puppies to her mother, Littledove, who raised them with great care, but was unable to save poor Basil when she wandered away from camp and was carried away by an eagle. Arrow outwardly blamed Littledove for Basil's death, but inwardly she blamed herself for handing over her pups instead of raising them herself.
Arrow, now three years old, slowly drifted away from her own family and started spending more time by herself in the woods, beyond the guardians’ patrols. She eventually met, then fought with a male coyote slightly younger than her. After she bested him, she listened to his story and let him go, intrigued by how different he was from the coyotes of the committee. They started meeting up, and she developed a friendship with him. He called himself Chestnut, though she was never sure if that was his real name. He was understanding and charming, and Arrow soon fell in love. She urged him to join her pack, but for reasons unknown to her, Chestnut refused. Despite that, she became pregnant with his pups.
One day, Arrow’s sister, Hazel, got suspicious and followed her when she went to meet up with Chestnut. She was angry at first about Arrow’s secret, but eventually forgave her and offered to help in any way she could. For a month, Hazel quietly took food from the prey pile and brought it to Arrow, who stayed hidden in the woods. Then, just a day before she was going to have her pups, tragedy struck Arrow once again. She was enjoying a quiet moment in the woods, looking for a good birthing spot, when she heard the sounds of battle. Though she ran as fast as she could, when she arrived she found her sister bleeding out on the ground, Chestnut’s blood and fur scattered nearby. She couldn’t even tell what had killed them. Filled with grief over their deaths and rage at herself for being too late, Arrow wandered for hours, until she was far past the road, so she could be alone. She birthed her two pups, one of which died shortly after. When the remaining pup was four week old, barely weaned, she headed back to her pack and approached her mother, who was by herself gathering herbs for the healers. She dropped the pup by her paws and left, only saying that her father was a brave coyote who was now dead. Arrow wanted nothing to do with the pup, because she reminded her too much of her failure to save the ones that mattered most.
Littledove took the pup and disappeared into the woods. She was old, and her pack just assumed she’d went off to die.
Arrow went to Canis pack, where she proved her loyalty again and again in battle, even against the very dogs she had used to share a den with in Lupus pack. Less than a year later, she found herself the newly appointed general of Canis pack.
Pack: Canis (formerly Lupus)
Mate/Crush: Pointy (dead), Chestnut (presumed dead)
Offspring: Basil (dead), Huckleberry, Heron, Rose (all in Lupus pack, if anyone wants to make them they’re welcome to, though I’ll probably make Huckleberry), and unknown
Parents: Littledove (unknown if dead or alive), Sunny (dead)
Siblings: Hazel (dead)
Song associated: probably something dead
Other: This is the original Rocket, who’s a completely different character than the younger Rocket that I usually rp with.
Username: RoostersAreAwesome

I know I shouldn't be, but I can't stop snorting mango
pOinTY
...
GOSH IT ALL HAPPENED SO CLOSE TO HOME AND SO FAST AND YET THAT WAS ONE OF THE MOST TRAGIC THINGS I'VE READ
O U C H
but fantastic, of course.

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.
how on earth did I delete the rest of this, nice computer
h 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

oh YES equinox DESERVES a SONG you little--

can someone please take me to sparrow's residence so I can,,,smack her around,,,just a little : )
ORION, you're such a good broskie. ;w; erf:
"out hunting when no one else is" hm I wonder---
Oh, and all that avoidance? They're in Canis. Canis has a (A) Peep. : )

oHOHOHO Duluth my man arty

ALP
now I'm not going to be able to unsee
hey uh
do any of you know who
alf
is
perchance
or maybe that's
me
again
as usual

PREGANANANTE? SO 2017
GULDIEN REETRIVVVAGOYEIR? 2020 ALL THE WAY.

I stan this guy so hard


Pictures are pretty easy to find; they're like skinny dogs who blend in better than any camouflage you'll see anywhere. Far as their personality goes, they're all the worst parts of a dog amplified X10. Wicked smart, and they can kill anything they can get their teeth in.
Im also super biased because i can't stand any dog irl haha (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞


This is my favorite thing ever

*almost reports my own post on accident when I go to edit a typo*

why did I quote this
hi pell
did I ever call you peregrine beuassssssssss now I want to
I think I said something wrong here
wonder what that could be
guess who's got frozen mangoes
dors managagvgaggagagaggagagga oooh have a plural pronoun?
not a pronoun
guys do mangoes need pronouns
ma ma ma mangsputine

Does anyone want to make Heron or Rose, Arrow’s adult pups in Lupus? I’d imagine that they’re stubborn and a bit independent, like their mother, and probably bitter that she yeeted them to their grandmother and then just waltzed off to Canis, but you can make their personalities whatever you want. I’ll most likely make Huckleberry.. when I have the motivation. XD

Also, has anyone else noticed that the entire Canis government is female?

*chew mangos loudlys*

ngl, they totally read as the powerhouse feminist pack. XDXD

Name: December
Age: 14 moons
Rank: Hunter novitiate
Gender: Female
Personality: Bullheaded, outgoing, and slightly mischievous - but not in the fun way. Likes to ask retorical questions that make others severely uncomfortable or causes them to question themselves - in both cases, she tends to be avoided. Overthinks simple topics, always looking for the "why" of things that are just normal. She loves hunting alone, when the required silence forces her to think and not speak, but also because that way, anything she catches is hers and hers alone. Her father's exile from the pack left her with a secondhand reputation, and has everyone always looking down their nose at her. This constant scrutiny wears her down, often leaving her confused , lonely, and angry; since nobody ever told her *why* "we don't talk about your dad," she's turning out just like him. She wants to prove herself a worthy member of Lupus, and to be valuable enough to the pack that they wouldn't want to chase her out, too.
Breed/species: Rottweiler/foxhound mix, with other assorted genes.
Description: Slightly leaner than a rottweiler, but abundantly muscled nonetheless. She has the long snout, ears, and tail of a foxhound, but the heavy jaw and large paws of a rottweiler - ideal for holding down large prey. Her fur is short, but on the wirey side, close to being scruffy. Black base coat, with the brown saddle marking of a foxhound, brown legs, and two brown dots above her eyes. Her muzzle is white, with a crooked stripe that runs between her eyes. The end of her tail is white and there's a white dash on her chest. Dark brown eyes.
History: Her father, August, joined Lupus as an adolescent. Her mother, Coral, had a long geneology within the pack. August was talkative and curious, but the pack overlooked these annoying traits in favor of his Thicc Shoulder Muscles - maybe they let him be because they were afraid to invoke the wrath of those jaws, but no one would ever say that. Coral was talkative, too, but rigidly devoted to the way of the wolves. She loved answering all of August's stupid questions, and eventually grew to love him. Shortly after they had their first litter, August became aware of the darker side of the Paragon and his Committee. He went directly to the Paragon (to ask, or confront him, no one could decide), and once Lupus discovered that, they chased him from the pack. Taking a question *that* sensetive to the Paragon himself? Someone with that audacity couldn't be let off the hook.
August's quick, poorly thought out decision left Coral to raise their children by herself. She was furious, torn between what she had been taught all her life was the better decision, and what August had meant to her.
The pack refused to tell December anything about her father, but from the little snippets she managed to pull from her mother, she pieced together an unsolved mystery - a piece of prey that had managed to elude capture, and needed to be found. With her father's curiosity and her mother's brains, she learned to talk fast and think faster. She's looking for something. Not even she knows what it is, but nothing can stop her from finding it.
Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: Soon to be Ontario (Save the date! UwU)
Offspring: None
Parents: August and Coral
Siblings: Open
Song associated: Ode to Sleep, by Twenty One Pilots
Other: I still can't rap the whole song rip #fakefan
I wasn't gonna use a tøp song for her but then I watched the mv for it and got a MASSIVE dopamine rush and here we are
Username: PeepersMama

ODE TO SLEEP
ODE TO SLEEP
ODE TO SLEEP
snippet I've run out of memoriririririririiriririiririizable coding
I think I've picked up Lamar's committee quirk shoot

thiccccccc shoulder muscles
whywedon'ttalkaboutyourdad
noms mangays louder

Name: Pigeon
Age: 12 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. Uses humor in basically every situation. Horrible at small talk, and doesn’t really see the appeal anyway. A good friend, if you can actually convince her that you are her friend.
Breed/species: Border collie mix. Has some blue heeler in there somewhere. Longer muzzle than a border collie.
Pelt description: Thick, but not long. Does have slightly longer fur on her chest, ears, and tail. Has black and white patches with some black speckles.
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 FELELE THIS DOG
SHE IS MINE NOW
MINE MJNE KINE
when did I go so wrong
IWHERE'S THE PERSON THAT I KNOW
WELL THEY MUST HAVE LEFT WITH ALL MY---
where was I

Name: Tennyson
Age: 30 moons
Rank: Part of the Coyote committee
Gender: M
Personality: lazy. He hates having to do ANYTHING at all. But his most favourite part of being in the committee is that he can boss the dogs around and not get in trouble, so long as they still essentially worshipped the committee he wouldn’t have to work. Sure he would if the dogs turned against them but that was NEVER going to happen. He would do anything to remain a part of the committee and he will suck up to their leader every chance he gets. He is always attempting to move further towards becoming the leaders right hand man.
History: there isn’t much to tell. He grew up as a Coyote and he still is one today.
Breed/species: Coyote
Pelt description: plain sandy shade (coz that’s the only thing I know how to describe lol)
Eye colour: almost black that’s how dark it is, think of it as a reflection of his soul
Build: short, stocky and VERY chubby
Pack: Committee
Mate/Crush: no. Who has time for that when your sucking up to the leader
Offspring: NA
Parents: Both perfectly normal Coyotes it’s a shame they birthed such a strange son
Siblings: oh they all died...eh
Song: not sure but there is bound to be some super sad song to describe this guy
Other: no idea
Username: @Butterscotchbitesfinger

this has to be the best one yet
wait I forget who was the bets one
who am I KIDDING, they're all SO FANTASTIC and RELATABLE and...REAL

is it just me or has this already reached a whole new level of role-plays that I really can't explain with my mouth full of mingeezes

Name: Smew
Age: 1 and a half moons
Rank: pup
Gender: female
Personality: despite her dark color, Tern is really a little ray of sunlight. Follows other dogs around camp asking questions, is genuinely concerned about their lives. Not as playful as most pups, but cheerful and insightful. Doesn’t have her mother’s judgemental streak or really any sort of character flaw, unless it’s her gullibility. She’s too perfect for this world. An absolute angel, who doesn’t deserve to live with the lies of mean coyotes.
Not that she minds. She holds the coyotes with the highest respect and cares deeply about pleasing the wolves. If she does something wrong, she feels immediately guilty. Smew is amazed that she would belong to such a fine pack as Lupis, the greatest pack in the world, carrying on the legacy of the wolves. She feels like the luckiest dog in the world.
She’s a Mary Sue, and I know it.
Breed/species: mutt. A cute one.
Pelt description: fluffy and black and of the softest, silkiest texture. Shiny. She’s honestly adorable.
Eye color: big, brown, irresistible
Build: Soft and rounded. Medium sized. Imagine the cutest little black puppy you’ve ever seen. That’s Smew. Has a short snout and upright ears bent halfway.
History: A puppy was born, and she was a perfect angel.
Pack: Lupis
Mate/Crush:
Offspring:
Parents: Heather and Gannet
Siblings: Coal, Storm
Song associated: On Top of the World Imagine Dragons
Other: if I say Petrel in her charrie sheet I’m sorry I came up with the name before realizing it was taken so I switched it.
And then I found out Tern was also being used.
So now it’s Smew. I don’t even care anymore that she’s called Tern everywhere else.
Username: @Amer
Name: Coal
Age: 1 and a half moons
Rank: pup
Gender: male
Personality: A quiet, gloomy existence. Happy to play-fight with Storm, when Storm pays any attention to him. Favorite personal activity is sitting by himself. Moping. Both his siblings are incredibly extroverted and often forget about him. The dog he cares the most about is his mother. They talk for a long time when she has the time for him.
He often sits in the corner of the medicine den (is there one of those?) his mother’s den like an abandoned doll. Secretly wants other dogs’ attention, but also despises it when he is given it. Is a canine Eyeore.
Breed/species: Eyesore.
Pelt description: longer on ears and tail, black and tan
Eye color: sad and brown
Build: scrawny and unattractive.
History: Heather ensures that all of her pups are totally sheltered from the world. She would never want them to have the life she did, with a father with split loyalties. She always felt a deep regret for Apollo leaving the pack, knowing it was due to her father’s favoritism. She swore never to show favoritism… but of course Smew ended up being her favorite. She was everyone’s favorite. Still, Heather is the best mother you could hope for, really trying her best.
Her children’s lives are filled with bliss.
Pack: Lupis
Mate/Crush:
Offspring:
Parents: Heather, Gannet
Siblings: Smew, Storm
Song associated: Demons by Imagine Dragons I know it doesn’t really fit but I don’t think Eyeore has a song either. Which is sad. I’d like to hear it.
Other: His life is better than most dogs and yet he’s still in a state of perpetual disappointment.
Username: @Amer
Name: Storm
Age: 1 and a half moons
Rank: pup
Gender: male
Personality: Fun-loving, and is determined to have fun anywhere, at any time, even at very serious meal times or at sacred sleeping times. Begs other much larger dogs to play with him when Heather and his siblings are occupied. Heather really should spend more time with him than she does, and she is a great mother, she really is, but she often feels it’s her duty to assist the other healers if they need her herbs to treat sicknesses, despite their insistence that they have it covered. So he often tags along and gets quite in the way. Storm also constantly pesters Blizzard for stories. He spends a lot more time in the healer’s den than he ought.
Wild and troublesome, proud and loves play fighting. Definitely a guardian in the making.
Breed/species: by this point, a mutt born to mutts
Pelt description: Black
Eye color: amber
Build: sturdy, bigger than most pups his age, the last pup out isn’t always the runt. Looks like a longhaired labrador retriever.
History: A history of chaos. More than once, Storm has escaped camp in order to satiate his desire for excitement, and been punished. And once. ONCE. Never again. He interrupted The Sacred Swimming.
Now he stifles his exuberance and waits patiently. No more escapades. Just a life lived in fear of Typhoon. After all, it’s not much longer. Soon he’ll be a noviate. Watch out.
Pack: Lupis
Mate/Crush:
Offspring:
Parents: Heather, Gannet
Siblings: Smew, Coal
Song associated: Whatever It Takes Imagine Dragons
Hopefully you can see the pattern. I wanted to see what this song associated thing was all about so I modeled the pups after Imagine Dragons songs.
Other: has a strong jaw idk the other siblings had ‘other’ notes it would be sad to leave him out.
Username: @Amer

PETRELTERNSMEW IS LITERALLY THE LUPUS and slightly less sesquipedalian VERSION OF PEEP I'D SWEAR THAT I'D LITERALLY COPIED HER BUT THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE IN ALL OF MY WIFILESSNESS SO I'M SCREAMING

AND NOW WE HAVE A WOLFRAM PUPPY????????!??!??!?!??!?!
E Y E S O R E

HE INTERRUPTED THE SACRED SWIMMING I'M LITERALLY CHOKING ON A CHIP OF MUNGEE NO ONE'S HOME TO PERFORM THE HIMLICCCCCC ON ME THIS IS IT GUYS I LOVED YOU ALL GOODBYE

and the fact that you used Imagine Dragons songs gets you an A++++++ rating from the Bloodthirsty Bork Bureau which is very likely by me runneth that's not a word oh WHAT IS A WORD REALLY Y'ALL TELL ME WHAT A WORD IS BECAUSE I SURE DON'T KNOWN IN ALL OF MY MENTALLY ILL VERBOSITY

I know Smew (labeled Tern) is huge compared to the others, just be happy I managed to fit them on the same page, kay?View attachment 2210809

THEY'RE SO
AMAZINGLY PUPPYLIKE
HOW ON EARTH DO YOU DO IT
ALL OF MY PUPPIES JUST END UP LOOKING LIKE
SHRUNK
and, yes, buff
ADULT DOGS

Name: Camilla
Age: 2 years
Rank: Wanderer
Gender: Female
Personality: She's sass, plain and simple. She takes delight in mocking others and pushing their buttons. Camilla doesn't sugar coat anything, and is rather bossy with her siblings-- She doesn't mean anything by it, just naturally has a overbearing personality towards others.
She loves a good joke and partakes in teasing her siblings whenever they open up the chance for her, pretty much living by "confuse, don't abuse".
She's also very disdainful of the coyotes behind their backs. She's sick and tired of being their crony, and viciously despises them for it. Honestly, she's considered taking off and disappearing multiple times, but stays for the sake of her beloved family; of whom she'd never abandon.
Breed/species: Red fox (Coloration mutation.)
Pelt description: Overall dark grey dappled with lighter shades. Her legs, tail-tip, and backs of her ears are black as night. Her underbelly, neck, tail, and shoulders are a bright orange. Her coat is very thick, especially on her cheeks and tail.
Eye color: Blazing amber.
Build: Small and scrawny, even for a fox. However, her frail frame is well hidden by her fuzzy fur.
History: Her family has an interesting and intertwined relationship with the coyotes, that's for sure.
Pack: Fox Family
Mate/Crush: None.
Offspring: None.
Parents: Very open
Siblings: Equinox (Older sister, alive), others that are open
Song associated: Andy Mineo - You Can't Stop Me

Spoiler

Other: "It's not treason if you're the only functioning braincell".
Her name means "free-born and noble".
Honestly, she's the character I've least thought out and it shows sorely.
Username: @RiverStorm

pffft least though out but---
"it's not treason if you're the only functioning braincell"

Name: Lucifer

Age: 6 years

Rank: Hunter

Gender: Male

Personality: When Luna taught him that if he wasn't harsh, the world was going to tear him down, he took it completely literally.
Cold and authoritative, even though it isn't his place. He passionately despises authority, but doesn't actively go against the alpha as much as every other authority figure. He wants complete control over everything and anything, even the smallest things.
Would rather talk with fangs instead of words. If he does talk, it's either very cruel, or scarily perceptive and insightful about another dog or matters in the pack. Normally it's just a snarky remark or cruel insult, though.
Why he is in a pack still is what he questions a lot. He supposes he likes the feeling of routine and gives him something to do, rather then pace the forest all day.
Stubborn. To the point it's actually annoying. If the Beta wants him to do something and he doesn't like it, he'll merely stare her down. No words, except for maybe a hollow 'no'. Normally he gives up, but he'll always try and be as stubborn as possible.
Call him a hypocrite, but he doesn't take no for an answer.
Hates being lied to, even as a liar of many years himself.
He's very much a hypocritical, angry mess of a dog.
While he may be horribly cruel to others, he is surprisingly gentle with pups. But only when no one else is looking. Most are too scared to allow him near their pups, and the pups that do approach him...well, he would never allow the pack to see that gentle side of him. Would never, ever lay a paw on anyone who wasn't a full fledged Hunter or Guardian, even from another pack. He does have some morals.
Good luck getting anything out of him. His lips will always stay sealed. No one can use anything against him if he's silent.
He has very few redeeming qualities, but if someone were to actually make him see that being kind is actually worth the effort, he could be half-way decent. But he has more then a fair share of blood on his paws, and several novels full of lies stacked up before him. Each an entirely new mask for him to wear at any given day. One day cold and imposing, silent, the next a raging forest fire of anger and fury, harsh with words towards his packmates. It's a wonder he hasn't been thrown out, but when he needs to be he can be a sweet, sweet talker, smooth with words when he absolutely needs to.
Cunning. Throws caution to the wind at all times. Intelligent. And if anyone has a lick of sense, they'd know those three things together made a dangerous combination. Astute.
It's hard to tell what his next moves will be. Most of the time his face will be completely vacant of emotion.
He's not entirely heartless for the rest of the pack, though. He would very willingly lay down his own life— even if it meant completely stripping himself of every dignity and moral to never care he had —if it meant another dog could live to see the early gray dawn one more time.
Even if he tells himself he doesn't care, death will hit him like a bus if he witnesses it. Of course, he still kills. But he just kills and leaves, he doesn't linger to watch them suffer.
Maybe it gives him another redeeming quality.
Maybe it doesn't.
Who would be the one to tell? Certainly not him.

Breed/species: A mutt. Plain and simple. Could literally be any mix of any larger size dog.

Pelt description: Pitch black except for a splash of white across his chest. Incredibly fluffy, if it weren't for his horrible personality he could actually be considered cute. Not as much fur on his legs or muzzle and face. One ear stands up, the other flops over. Large, fluffy paws.

Eye color: A dark, but stark, orange-amber. Quite startling against his dark coat, but unnerving with the way he tends to stare others down.

Build: He's quite tall. Long muzzle. Similar face to a german shepard. Legs built for running and tail that would be considered short for his stature. Despite the fact he would normally look harmless, when he's angry, he can make himself incredibly large and intimidating.
A thick scar parts the fur around his muzzle.

History: The first few months of this nameless pups life were simple. Quiet, warm. His mother was loving, his father sometimes distant but always there if needed. He was nameless, however.
His parents didn't believe in naming pups until it was sure they would meet or exceed their masters standards.
What the master did with the dogs that exceeded the standards was still a mystery to him.
But what happened to those that didn't was not. His father tried to bend him to his will, to be a submissive and quiet, to listen to his master at all times. To continue the legacy and keep the bloodline going. But his mother had taught him to be ruthless. Persistent. To never give up and constantly fight, no matter what happened to him.
So he did.
But his mother died from just plain exhaustion, from not enough food, raising too many pups. She just withered away before his eyes. Torn away from him without even a whisper of a goodbye.
And he was quickly sent to another pen, ripped from his siblings and chained.
He considered himself one of the lucky ones, even though it didn't seem like it. He was chained from dusk till dawn to dusk again, a never ending, painful, exhausting cycle. He listened to others being beat, the sickening cries, howls and barks. He felt their pain, too, at the hand of the human his father told him to trust.
He was prone to biting due to being sick of being chained day in and day out, and was soon forced to wear a muzzle cage, that dug into his snout constantly, rubbing his fur raw. If being chained and trapped wasn't bad enough, he was starved. Deprived of water, no. Thankfully the master was merciful enough to provide fresh water every other day. But most of the time he was bone thin and matted, furious claws of hunger tearing at his belly.
Until one day he came.
Alev.
Gorgeous, gorgeous Alev.
A beautiful dark brown, shorthair German Pointer, with dark brown eyes, so calm and seemed wise beyond his years.
Like he knew everything.
Why the young male was chained beside him, he wouldn't ever know. He was nothing short of perfection. Intelligent, compliant, submissive, gentle, compassionate and an amazing listener. The only one to tame Lucifer's violent tendencies. Alev has also suggested the name for him.
Lucifer fell for Alev nearly instantly. They only had each other for company and for warmth in the cold, long nights. They only had each other to speak to, for comfort when it was almost too hard to keep going.
Then one early May evening, Alev had a thought.
"What if we just escaped?"
Lucifer was startled out of his thoughts by his cage mate, and turned his gaze toward Alev, tilting his head. "What?"
"We could escape." Alev looked down at him carefully from where he was pacing non stop. "I'm so sick of it here. What if we just scaled the fence?"
Lucifer, wide-eyed, looked towards the chain link fence. It was far to high for them to climb. Or was it?
They had never tried. Too fearful the master would find them and hurt them.
But freedom was worth the risk, wasn't it?
Most definitely.
"How would we unchain ourselves?"
Alev looked around carefully. Lucifer could see his mind working in his eyes, the gleam from the early moonlight in the rich chocolate color. Then, he dragged himself over to the fence, awkwardly leaning against it.
"Alev?" He crept forward, bemused until he saw what Alev was doing. He had hooked the loops of his chain collar onto a broken piece of fencing, and was pulling against it.
How Alev thought of it was beyond him. And how he didn't hurt himself, either.
The next moments were a whirlwind. There was a snap as Alev's collar broke, and then Lucifers and all the sudden they were free.
Almost.
Somehow, they scaled the fence with no more then a few grazes.
How? Pure adrenaline.
As the made their escape, they woke the other dogs. There was chaos of howling, barking, fleeting paws and even a gunshot as the master shot after them.
But they made it out alive. Exhausted, injured, starving and dehydrated, but alive.
Two peaceful years passed before Alev was suddenly taken from Lucifer.
"Hah, I got here first!" Lucifer howled triumphantly, reaching the base of a massive tree first. "I told you I was gonna beat you."
Alev reached him, out of breath. "This time." He growled playfully. But his attention was suddenly redirected.
"...Alev?" Lucifer nudged the spot behind the other dogs ear, but didn't get any response from him. "What's wrong?"
"Humans." Was all he growled. "Run."
And run they did. They ran as fast as they could, panic stricken in them, but they weren't fast enough. A violent gunshot split the thick air, followed by a crash and a shrieking howl.
Time literally slowed.
Lucifer spun. Alev was down. Blood poured onto the forest floor, soaking the leaves and Alev's pelt. Brown eyes caught orange, sunlight dancing in the chocolate ones. Sunlight that captured the pain in the dark eyes, drawing it to the surface. "Alev!" To say he shrieked his name was an unstatement as he lunged towards him.
"Lucifer, no," despite the pain in his raspy voice, Alev was firm. "Run."
Human footsteps.
Loud.
Thounderous.
"They're coming. G-go."
"No...Alev."
His name was a choked sob that ripped itself from his throat.
"Go, Lucifer!" The wounded dog mustered what strength he had to snarl the words. "I'll find you. Someday."
And there was a promise to those words.
It was clear.
Lucifer turned tail and fled.
He regretted it after.
He spent many nights completely sleepless, guilt and sadness becoming overwhelming and crashing into complete and utter numbness in himself. The guilt was unbearable. How could he have just left him there? There was no way he survived.
But then, one day, everything changed.
Bone thin, weary and thirsty, Lucifer suddenly stumbled upon a creature. A canine, but not a dog. A very young one, just barely weaned, with no mother. He had heard of them— Coyotes.
He took pity on the creature. Merely because he knew Alev would have. And if he left it there to die, he wouldn't forgive himself.
It slowly turned into he and then into Leo. He dubbed the little yote himself. He quickly became fond of the coyotes company, teaching him how to hunt and defend himself.
Leo became everything to him. Almost like son. The pup rarely left his side unless he needed to.
He knew the pup for merely a year when he was also yanked away from him. He had let Leo wander by himself, then, and each day he drew further and further away, curiosity getting the best of him, until one day he just never came back.
He vanished.
Yet another dog gone from his life.
So Lucifer shut himself off. He stopped caring. He joined Lupus, distracting himself as a hunter, learning the ways of the pack. By being cruel, he learned, was the only way not to get hurt. If he didn't care, no one else would be taken from him.
Even if it was the last thing Alev would have wanted him to do.
But he never stopped thinking about them.
Where they were.
Maybe one day he would find them.
One day.
Until then, he couldn't disappoint or fail anyone else. So he just created a callous monster out of what could have been a good dog.

Pack: Lupus

Mate/Crush: Alev (mate, could be dead, could be alive, who knows.)...and bless the souls of the she-dogs who may fall for him (don't know why you would) But still...he plays for the other team.

Offspring: None.

Parents: Luna (mother, dead) Owl (father, alive, somewhere)

Siblings: Dead/scattered around. Most likely multiple half siblings.

Song associated: Little Lion Man + Broken Crown— Mumford & Sons (language warning) + Tribulation— Matt Maeson (I couldn't choose, oops.)

Other: Ahah...I may have put a lot of thought into him... and yes his name is Lucifer.

Quote: "If it takes a war for us to meet again, so be it."

Name Meaning: Light Bringer

Username: @Cluckcluck1215
yeah its midnight and I have stuff to do tomorrow so imma just leave this here ✌

MAMJOES STREAM LOUDLY FROM MY NOSE AND EARLOBES
t H A n k S s O m u C h F o R t H A t

Name: Hatchet
Age: 36 moons
Rank: Fox
Gender: Male
Personality: Paranoid, constantly. He would like to live, thank you very much, at whatever cost that may be. He's terrified of death and he will go to bloody means to keep himself alive. Avoids fights if he can, and is totally willing to let others drag him if it means he'll walk away unscathed, but when cornered he fights like a demon. Thankfully, this is the reputation that follows him - the fox with no shame and no guilt - rather than the desperate coward he really is.
Breed/species: Fox
Description: Slightly paler than most foxes; he spends a lot of time on the paragon's field, and the sun has bleached his pelt out to a light orange that almost matches the grass. He only has half of his tail.
History: When he was learning to hunt, Hatchet decided to go after some chickens. This was a mistake. Their owner caught him in the coop and cornered him, but when they swung their weapon, they missed - mostly. Hatchet walked away with the name of the weapon that took his tail.
Pack: Fox
Mate/Crush: Open ig
Offspring: None
Parents: Foxes
Siblings: Foxes
Song associated:
Other: If Peter Hale wasn't a Big Strong Werewolf he would be this
Username: PeepersMama

namheheheheheheheehehz trickle down my dewlap

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hi I think I'm sober
I'M SO SORRY I'M NOT SOBER ANYMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE
wasn't I addicted to that song for
wonderful choice of words

 

[Flufferes]

where in the remotest of desolate galaxies did tHiS horrific thing come from------

I didn't even think about how easy Google Docs could make them to navigate, and, honesty, can I admit that it's luxuriously perfect??? :000
Sorry, not sorry, but Member Pages- you're one thing of 2017 that's staying in 2017.

wonder how much I have to read here

I---
oh that's obviously EXACTLY the correlation my subconscious intended no DOUBT

I'm vry glad

oh she is a MIGHTY sword of kindness in a tumultuous sea of flimsy knives of brutality ☮


he's so deep in a palatable way that I'm totally in love with
and this Ice guy is
ooooh I hate him perfectly

delightful
allergic to shellfish is the best thing that's happened to me all day

if you're talking about the bit that I'm at blame for-
*evasive self-depricating muttering that goes around and around until it ends up at a begrudging thank you*

If you're talking about everything else-
I KNOW RIGHT
ISN'T FLUFF THE GREATEST
JUST LOOK AT THAT ORGANIZED MAJESTY

yes just the perfect crotchety old man I want working on my wounds

YOU GAVE HER HAPPIER I'M--------
if there's any chance that you don't have a com on flush's waitlist,
can i draw her plz plz plz plz plz plz plz


that also goes for any of y'all's if our splendiferous leader doesn't have time for them
I swear I've improved since my AHAM...atrocities
and if they end up just that bad....well, I can't help that, but like Amer says, practice, amiright?


Man, I love a good agnostic leader.
And her NaME is fAB. Kind of random, but that was my cousin's little sheltie mix's name and I've always loved it with all of my heart, but never heard it again until now.

this poor KID ;w;
and another lit name! :0

I know I shouldn't be, but I can't stop snorting mango
pOinTY
...
GOSH IT ALL HAPPENED SO CLOSE TO HOME AND SO FAST AND YET THAT WAS ONE OF THE MOST TRAGIC THINGS I'VE READ
O U C H
but fantastic, of course.

oh YES equinox DESERVES a SONG you little--

can someone please take me to sparrow's residence so I can,,,smack her around,,,just a little : )
ORION, you're such a good broskie. ;w; erf:
"out hunting when no one else is" hm I wonder---
Oh, and all that avoidance? They're in Canis. Canis has a (A) Peep. : )

oHOHOHO Duluth my man arty

ALP
now I'm not going to be able to unsee
hey uh
do any of you know who
alf
is
perchance
or maybe that's
me
again
as usual

PREGANANANTE? SO 2017
GULDIEN REETRIVVVAGOYEIR? 2020 ALL THE WAY.


why did I quote this
hi pell
did I ever call you peregrine beuassssssssss now I want to
I think I said something wrong here
wonder what that could be
guess who's got frozen mangoes
dors managagvgaggagagaggagagga oooh have a plural pronoun?
not a pronoun
guys do mangoes need pronouns
ma ma ma mangsputine

*chew mangos loudlys*

ngl, they totally read as the powerhouse feminist pack. XDXD

ODE TO SLEEP
ODE TO SLEEP
ODE TO SLEEP
snippet I've run out of memoriririririririiriririiririizable coding
I think I've picked up Lamar's committee quirk shoot

thiccccccc shoulder muscles
whywedon'ttalkaboutyourdad
noms mangays louder

I FELELE THIS DOG
SHE IS MINE NOW
MINE MJNE KINE
when did I go so wrong
IWHERE'S THE PERSON THAT I KNOW
WELL THEY MUST HAVE LEFT WITH ALL MY---
where was I

this has to be the best one yet
wait I forget who was the bets one
who am I KIDDING, they're all SO FANTASTIC and RELATABLE and...REAL

is it just me or has this already reached a whole new level of role-plays that I really can't explain with my mouth full of mingeezes

PETRELTERNSMEW IS LITERALLY THE LUPUS and slightly less sesquipedalian VERSION OF PEEP I'D SWEAR THAT I'D LITERALLY COPIED HER BUT THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE IN ALL OF MY WIFILESSNESS SO I'M SCREAMING

AND NOW WE HAVE A WOLFRAM PUPPY????????!??!??!?!??!?!
E Y E S O R E

HE INTERRUPTED THE SACRED SWIMMING I'M LITERALLY CHOKING ON A CHIP OF MUNGEE NO ONE'S HOME TO PERFORM THE HIMLICCCCCC ON ME THIS IS IT GUYS I LOVED YOU ALL GOODBYE

and the fact that you used Imagine Dragons songs gets you an A++++++ rating from the Bloodthirsty Bork Bureau which is very likely by me runneth that's not a word oh WHAT IS A WORD REALLY Y'ALL TELL ME WHAT A WORD IS BECAUSE I SURE DON'T KNOWN IN ALL OF MY MENTALLY ILL VERBOSITY

THEY'RE SO
AMAZINGLY PUPPYLIKE
HOW ON EARTH DO YOU DO IT
ALL OF MY PUPPIES JUST END UP LOOKING LIKE
SHRUNK
and, yes, buff
ADULT DOGS


pffft least though out but---
"it's not treason if you're the only functioning braincell"

MAMJOES STREAM LOUDLY FROM MY NOSE AND EARLOBES
t H A n k S s O m u C h F o R t H A t

namheheheheheheheehehz trickle down my dewlap

hi I think I'm sober
I'M SO SORRY I'M NOT SOBER ANYMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE
wasn't I addicted to that song for
wonderful choice of words

thats a lot to unpack

 

[HeavensHens88]

thats a lot to unpack

mumgeese at midnight
the hottest new
whatever it is I do in the middle of a night on a computer without connection

 

[HeavensHens88]

oh 16 PAGES HERE TOO GREAT I AM SO GLAD11!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[HeavensHens88]

i would like a chicken rp! when all yall going to get over all the wolf rps! or a dragon rp would be nice.....

might have something to do with the fact that we're all wolf furries
I actually said that
haha

Name: Eclipse (If that name is already taken, I can change it. I just can't get on the archives for some reason.)
Age: 2 years
Rank: Sickness Healer
Gender: Female
Personality: Is a rather quiet dog. She's pretty focused on what she does, and doesn't like to waste her time. As she learned, time is of the essence. She can be kind and playful occasionally, but usually sticks to herself. She can also be a little on the aggressive side, and she is easily annoyed. A dog may often find her staring up into the sky, thinking thoughtfully. She respects the Paragon and the Committee, but doesn't appreciate their power over others, and secretly wishes they would just leave and the pack could live without those sneaky coyotes taking their food.
Breed/species: Belgian Sheepdog
Pelt description: Jet black all over her long strands of fur, with flecks of gold on her back that glimmer in the sunlight. Her front right leg is missing, and she has some scars on her back.
Eye color: Brown and gold.
Build: Sturdy and strong, fairly tall, but wouldn't win most fights.
History: Eclipse started out with a happy life. She was born on a farm to Mia and Blitz, two proud parents of Eclipse, Zion, Zelda, and Ruby. Mia and Blitz were sheepdogs, so they protected the herd of sheep that the farm had. Mia was kind, gentle, and loving, her heart was warm with compassion, and Blitz was strong, brave, and a leader. Eclipse and her siblings would play with the children in the field all day, playing fetch, tag, tug of war-you name it. They would come back in the evening to sleep with their parents, warm from the sun, and smelling like hay. The next day, they would get up to play again. As they grew to be a little older, their father began to train them on how to herd the sheep and keep an eye out for predators. They were always laughing, and each day was brimming with joy. One day, Eclipse awoke, excited for a new day. The others were still asleep, which was unusual, but Eclipse decided to get up and go find someone to play with while they were still asleep. She found one of the children, and they played by the stream, splashing, and swimming until the sun was high overhead. Eclipse happily lopped over to find her family but found them all lying still. Whining, she nudged them, but none of them moved. Then, Mia opened her eyes slowly. "Mother?" Eclipse asked, wondering what was wrong. "E-Eclipse...we are very sick, and soon we will leave this earth..." Eclipse shook her head anxiously. "N-no. I'll save you! I promise!" Mia shook her head. "No, it's too late. I love you, Eclipse. Goodbye." Suddenly, a shadow fell over the family. Looking up, Eclipse saw the farmer walking forward. He knelt down next to the family of dogs, and, after examining them, shook his head, muttering. He then took out a syringe with a needle gleaming in the sun. The farmer gently injected each dog with it and then left. Eclipse ran up to them. "Mother? Father?" She asked, nudging them. No one made a reply. They would never awake again. Eclipse sat with them all day, and when the sunset, she curled up against their cold bodies, once so warm and comforting. She awoke the next day to see the farmer coming in. She scrambled to her feet and watched as he dragged the bodies away, watched as he lit a fire, and watched as he burned each member of her family, until they were nothing but ashes floating into the sky. She thought that she would never have feelings again. That's what she thought. But one day, the farmer brought home a border collie, a squirming female pup. Slowly, Eclipse, still a pup herself, warmed up to her, and soon they were inseparable, the best of friends. They would eat from the same bowl, drink from the same dish, sleep together, and play together. The pup, whose name was May, took away the pain and sorrow that Eclipse felt every day. Eclipse thought that they would be friends forever. Of course, she was wrong. Once again, one day, May didn't wake up. Eclipse feared the worst, and sat with her all day, only leaving to bring May water and food, and the occasional herb that she thought might help. That evening, however, when the sun cast its rays over the valley, May died, and the farmer took her away, burning her in those blood-colored flames. Eclipse was beyond heart-broken, there are no words to describe the pain she felt inside of her. That day, she vowed to learn how to heal, so that she would never have to hurt again. But she continued to live, as always, until one day the farmer packed up and left, leaving Eclipse behind. She didn't know what to do. Eclipse was now officially alone. Forgotten. Lost. She wandered around the farm, now like a ghost, and ate bugs and grass. Finally, one day, she left. She wandered the roads, and no one gave her a glance. She was like a shadow, no one knew her, and no one cared. One day, she was crossing a road when a car came speeding around the bend. It ran into her, crushing her leg, and then continued, leaving Eclipse for dead. She lay there for hours, and then, finally, a car stopped and a kind old man loaded her into his car. He brought her to his home, a small little cottage, and nursed her back to health. He took her to the vet, where they cut off her crushed leg, but after some time she got used to walking without it. Life, for once, seemed to be better. Then, one day, the old man collapsed on the kitchen floor. Eclipse barked. And barked. and barked some more, begging for someone to come. Finally, someone did, and the old man was rushed to the hospital. Eclipse was given to a young man that at first was kind, but then began to take his anger out on her, and many days she would lie there, wounded. Finally, she had had enough. She was still a pup, but barely. One day, when her owner was particularly angry, she fled, with blood streaming down her side, gashes cut deep into her skin. She wandered into the forest where she met the Canis Pack. They took her in, and soon she became the sickness healer. To this day, she tries not to get close to anyone, for fear that she may be hurt again.
Pack: Canis Pack
Mate/Crush: None, though she is open.
Offspring: None
Parents: Mia and Blitz (Both dead)
Siblings: Zion, Zelda, and Ruby (all dead)
Song associated: I have no idea what that means, so none
Other: N/A
Username: @Starburst

O O O F
but she's so nicely written.

Name: Alev

Age: 6 1/2

Rank: None

Gender: Male

Personality: Compassion and kindness is always Alev's motto. He would never be cruel to someone who didn't deserve. Even if it was someone who did, he would hardly bring himself to be able to be harsh. He's far to empathetic for it. Gentle and sweet, a great listener for anyone willing to talk. He'll never tell anyone your secrets, no matter what.
Incredibly intelligent. Can see through the thickest mask a dog might hold, and most lies don't get past him. Very good at planning, but lacks in the leading department most of the time.
He has a very level head on his shoulders, but isn't the boldest. Easily bossed around for how intelligent he is. Submissive, and would never hurt another human or dog, unlike Lucifer.
He's always brutally honest, but in the most gentle way possible. He'll never lie to you, and will give it to you straight up. Literally will try and find the good in anyone, even if some have absolutely nothing redeemable left in them.
Very logical. Won't try and make something seem worse then it actually is, and won't jump to conclusions very easily.
Believes everyone should try and make some sort of legacy for themselves. No matter the circumstances, even if a few will remember your name when you are gone is worth it.

Breed/species: Purebred German Shorthair Pointer.

Pelt description: Thin, dark brown coat, except for his chest and neck, which it gray-white with darker spots.

Eye color: Dark chocolate brown.

Build: Built like your average Pointer. Not incredibly tall, but not short, either. Think Lab size. Floppy ears, long snout and, sharp, pointed tail.

History: Alev was born in the home of a very loving breeder. His youth was quite peaceful, his mother teaching him everything he needed to know.
And soon came the time that he was to be sold.
Just like his siblings, he was excited to be adopted, even though he would miss his parents. However, people didn't seem to like him much. He had a natural drive for hunting, but not as much as others of his breed.
His first owners just didn't want a family dog, they wanted a hunter.
Second family didn't have enough time.
Third owner just got sick and tired of having a dog.
And then finally he was dumped at his forth owners house. His master. He was hoping this was the one.
Finally a home that would love him.
But no. Instead he became chained outside, where he met the most particular dog he'd ever met.
Alev didn't resist when his master chained him up in a collar that was a little too tight. He was focused on the dog laying in the shadows in the far corner of the pen. He wouldn't have seen him if it weren't for a pair of orange eyes watching him.
Only when the master left did the dog creep from the shadows. He was almost a shadow himself. He was an ink black dog, except for a splattering of white on his chest. His eyes were stark against his coat, even though they were half hidden behind some hideous contraption around his face. Bright golden and orange. Staring at him, questioning silently.
The dog held an air of hostility, while Alev was completely calm.
"Who are you?" Alev questioned softly, tilting his head.
"Who are you?" The other dog retaliated sharply, pacing the far end of the pen.
"Alev. What's your name?"
"Don't have one," the dog muttered.
Alev's eyes narrowed. "No name? Huh..."
He shrugged, settling down. "Why are we here?"
"No idea." He snapped, crawling into the shadows.
It took many weeks for the dog to just warm up to him. The first hint of kindness he got from the other male was when he suggested a name for him. Lucifer. He couldn't remember where he had heard the name, but he knew it meant light bringer. How ironic, he had thought. The name meaning lightbringer for such a bitter, angry dog.
But slowly, tentatively, Lucifer warmed up to him, even though Alev had a suspicion he liked him from the very beginning. Terse nods and mutters turned into careful conversations, and that turned into talks that lasted through the night. Neither of them realized they had fallen for each other. It had just happened.
And in the barren pen, in all the pain that they, especially Lucifer, received, they had a glimmer of hope.
They had each other.
And that would always be enough.
But Alev was sick of being caged. So one night, he put his intelligence to use. And as each minute passed, they came closer and closer to being free. Chain snapped and dust flew as they scaled the chain fence with little more then a few scrapes.
"Go, go, go!" He barked over the chaotic howling of the other dogs, nudging Lucifer ahead of him.
They ran.
They dodged literally bullets, but they ran. Exhausted and starving, but free and alive, especially when they managed to release Lucifer's muzzle from the horrid cage.
And it was bliss for a little over two years. They had nothing to worry about, except for food. They had plenty of shelter, and even in the cold they had each other. Nothing mattered but that.
Until the fateful day.
He grinned at Lucifer's joy, something that was admittedly rare from him. Of course, he let him win. He could have easily beat him. But in the middle of his musing, he caught a scent in the air. The sharp tang of human.
"Alev? What's wrong?" He felt his mates nose pressed against his neck, but he didn't respond in the way Lucifer would have excepted. "Humans. Run." He growled.
He turned tail, shoving Lucifer ahead, bolting through the trees behind him. But there escape was never going to be that easy.
There was a deafening bang! And less then a second later, blinding pain. Light flashed before his eyes, pain exploding in his flank. It shot through him, and his legs gave out, his muzzle hitting the ground harshly.
"Alev!" His mates choking cry was the only thing that got him to open his eyes, seeing Lucifer lunge for him.
"Lucifer, no," he hissed through clenched teeth, forcing the words to sound firm. "Run."
Silence stretched between them.
Footsteps echoed, gaining on them rapidly.
"They're coming. G-go." He lifted his head, staring into Lucifer's panicked gaze.
"No, Alev..." Lucifer's voice broke.
"Go, Lucifer!" He snarled, mustering enough strength to do so. "I'll find you. Someday." He promised, his breath rapid. Blood was soaking his belly, now.
He saw the indecision in Lucifer's gaze, the other dog searching for words. But Alev knew them already. I love you.
He watched as Lucifer turned and fled, vanishing into the thick shadows as if he was never there. And not even moments later did the humans appear, becoming oddly blurred before him, and suddenly it was growing dark, faster and faster—
Until there was nothing.
When he woke, he was no longer in the forest. He was alone, his wound wrapped tightly, a cone tied around his head, his belly pressed against cold, hard metal. He stared out of the cage, and he knew exactly where he was when he saw a face peering at him.
His masters.
Again.
And as the years passed, he was chained again, forced to breed pups he would never see, and she-dogs that would neve been seen again.
He was alive, but was it worth it if he was never going to escape the torturous hell of his masters cage?

Pack: Caged Dog (not for long)

Mate/Crush: Lucifer (mate, living)

Offspring: Yes, but he's never met them.

Parents: Two random purebred German Shorthair Pointers

Siblings: Many. Not that he remembers them.

Song associated: Take on the World— You Me At Six + How Did You Love? (Acoustic version)— Shinedown

Other: ehhhh is this okay with you fluff I understand if it isn't

Quote: "Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones."

Username: @Cluckcluck1215

WELL I THINK SOMEBODY JUST REDEEMED HERSELF

,,,,,,woman,,, you made me cry,,


The quality here is astounding

oh DID I NOW

FATABULISTIC!!!!1!!!!!!!

generic has gone too far, I thought, and thought I did

Name: Dart.
Age: 4 years
Rank: committee member
Gender: male,
Personality: the finest slice of cardboard you EVER saw
Breed/species: coyote
Pelt description:
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Eye color: yellow
Build: built ford tough
History: ate too much mystery garbage in suburban trash cans, has attacked 3 small children
Pack: the committee
Mate/Crush: a lovely raccoon that lays just south of here, his beloved partner in crime who has unfortunately passed
Offspring:

Spoiler: daughter, eliza

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Parents: taxidermy due to unpaid taxes
Siblings: unpaid taxes
Song associated: creep by radiohead
Other: the lovely man is back and more filler than ever.
Username: @Flufferes

there we go
overdue best character we were all looking for

 

[Flufferes]

might have something to do with the fact that we're all wolf furries
I actually said that
haha


O O O F
but she's so nicely written.

WELL I THINK SOMEBODY JUST REDEEMED HERSELF

oh DID I NOW

FATABULISTIC!!!!1!!!!!!!

generic has gone too far, I thought, and thought I did

there we go
overdue best character we were all looking for

1. how dare you call me a furry,