House of Wolves RP CHAT THREAD

[HeavensHens88]

yes it actually does youre off the hook ❤

wow I have been ESCALATED1111!!!!!




*sudden vigorous flashback to the fifty escalator rid----------*

 

[vachick15]

wow I have been ESCALATED1111!!!!!




*sudden vigorous flashback to the fifty escalator rid----------*

fifty escalator rid you say??????????

 

[Amer]

OH SNAP WHAT EXACTLY DID I DO----

OH DOES IT NOW

VAN I'M SORRY TOO

OH THIS IS WHERE I DRAW THE LINE
YOU
RIGHT NOW
TAKE THAT BACK
TELL HIM HE'S EVERYTHING

@ h y b r I d c h o o k s
I'd tag her right but uh
that might lead to her uh
actually appearing???and wondering w h y ???


yes I really should

yep!

DOESN'T LET YOU WHAT THE H A Y

oh no not you t o o

Naw, I'm just joshing with y'all. Garth's not my boyfriend, and I most certainly have no other.

Yee, that honestly means a lot, so thanks a ton, m'dude! I was so mad that I couldn't do virtual anymore, but it's honestly really forced me to get a grip on my traditional style.

WELL THEY ARE WELL-EARNED

OH BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I'VE BEEN WAITING ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT

I agree with this wholeheartedly

I'm corruptive like that

it's one of the primary facts of life

Characters
Do you want me to draw a couple of your characters?

 

[HeavensHens88]

Characters
Do you want me to draw a couple of your characters?

y e s p l e a s e
b u t o n l y I f I t f I t s I n t o y o u r p a c k e d c o m s c h e d u l e

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

OH SNAP WHAT EXACTLY DID I DO----

OH DOES IT NOW

VAN I'M SORRY TOO

OH THIS IS WHERE I DRAW THE LINE
YOU
RIGHT NOW
TAKE THAT BACK
TELL HIM HE'S EVERYTHING

@ h y b r I d c h o o k s
I'd tag her right but uh
that might lead to her uh
actually appearing???and wondering w h y ???


yes I really should

yep!

DOESN'T LET YOU WHAT THE H A Y

oh no not you t o o

Naw, I'm just joshing with y'all. Garth's not my boyfriend, and I most certainly have no other.

Yee, that honestly means a lot, so thanks a ton, m'dude! I was so mad that I couldn't do virtual anymore, but it's honestly really forced me to get a grip on my traditional style.

WELL THEY ARE WELL-EARNED

OH BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I'VE BEEN WAITING ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT

I agree with this wholeheartedly

I'm corruptive like that

it's one of the primary facts of life

ohhhhhh


UH YEP
I MAY BE QUITE OLD ENOUGH TO MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS BUT CLEARLY NOT ABOUT MY OWN BODY even though I explained that it's for other people's safety but she still thinks that im a child so it doesn't help lol

 

[Amer]

Flirts with Blizzard. Non-stop. And he can’t escape her because she’s always in his den to be tended to by Heather.

I love this and also the whole entire character.
FIRST
She is the color of a Buckeye.
SECOND
“Do it for the Vine...” XD
THIRD
Storm probably found a role model in his great grandmother
FOURTH
Heather found someone to be very annoyed with

y e s p l e a s e
b u t o n l y I f I t f I t s I n t o y o u r p a c k e d c o m s c h e d u l e

I currently am not drawing anybody so yes

 

[RiverStorm]

it's one of the primary facts of life

yes it is
everyone needs to know it

 

[RiverStorm]

Name: (The) Vine
Age: 167 moons
Rank: Hunter
Gender: Female
Personality: She knows what she’s got left is far left than what she started it, so she’s living it up.
Companionly to everyone who welcomes it, but standoffish to those who don’t. Incisive, forthright, and blunt; doesn’t beat around the bush about anything, whether it be a decision, declaration, or defamation. She’ll listen to anyone, but, depending on just who you are, watch out for potential treachery in her advice. Persuasive as anything; she’ll manipulate someone into thinking her interjection was all their own idea. Since she’s been around for so long, she has blackmail on practically everyone, and you bet your barks she won’t hesitate to use it to get her way.
Pretty much above the law. Fears no one, perhaps because she has nothing to lose. Has no issue telling anyone off and will do so in the most dramatic and public way possible. Yet felicific and downplays a lot. Insouciant; maybe her lightheartedness goes too far, but, hey, why waste time on tears? She lives another fifty years. Totally debonair about everything in her past, including her son’s death. She knows that grief comes with the territory; dogs who can’t get past their losses really irritate her, and she has no pity for them. Rather, she’ll tell all the woe-is-me’s, right to their face, to get off their sorry tails and make their existence worthwhile.
Flirts with Blizzard. Non-stop. And he can’t escape her because she’s always in his den to be tended to by Heather. She’d do the same with Spire if it weren’t for the way he just shuts down. But, no, the old deflated fart’s no fun.
Oh, hO, HO, when it comes to the kids, The Vine is a whole ‘nother creature. She absolutely loves them all, especially her most recent great-grandpups. She’s always spinning up new yarns to regale them with. Best of all, she’s the biggest enabler of illegal teenage jaunts. She covers for them for no cost other than the occasional visit- and she is a pro at what she does.
And if they’re hesitant about going through with something that doesn’t exactly align with pack law?
She’ll give them a hearty slap and egg ‘em on with her classic motivational speech:
“Do it for The Vine.”
Breed: Solid Border Collie
Description: 19” tall. For how rough of condition the rest of her is in, her coat has faired the years pretty well- it’s still nicely uniform in thickness and kept relatively clean. Color patches -just head and hindquarters- are a luscious chocolatey maroon. Bow legged in both ends. Dysplasia of practically everything, but has that stopped her yet? Nicely fluff-framed head true to her breed, but age’s whitening has widened her blaze significantly. Brown eyes that are getting increasingly milky, thanks to cataracts. Additionally, her right eye is lazy- when she focuses on something new, it takes a while to follow the left, and often never gets there. Lots of chipped, overgrown, and outright missing toenails and teeth.
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History:
So she obviously started out with humans, because, last time I checked, the wilds ain’t producing purebreds. Does she remember how it went? Probably. Does she care? Not one bit. Is it at all relevant to current life? Highly unlikely. Do I need to write it out? HECK NAW.
When her son was born, she was determined to name him Avocado.
But no one would use his given name, so, she, like any good law-abiding citizen, waltzed up to the current Alpha with her crotch spawn dangling from her jaws, and was like, “Tell me what you’d call this thing, because apparently Avocado isn’t socially acceptable.”
Ledge must’ve been having frosty thoughts, but Ice it was.
To be honest, Vine never was completely sure who Ice’s father was. Back in the old days, they did love right. You stole and broke hearts in a rapid succession similar to how a squirrel treats nuts. None of this forever nonsense that the kids of today swear by.
Besides, Ice’s coat was only a few shades off of hers and otherwise followed her phenotype to a near T, so process of elimination wasn’t going to be of any help. Also, by the time he was born, she was no longer on good terms with either of the two likeliest sires, so digging into that wouldn’t reap anything but an ugly mess.
But the nosy little rat of hers had to look around the pack and then want to know why other pups had two parents to his ostentatious one.
“Fathers are fickle things. You got one today, you don’t got one tomorrow. Then you’ll have a new one the day after that. Don’t sweat it, kid.”
It seemed he didn’t.
Especially when he grew up and loved in a similar fashion to his mother.
Vine was always keenly aware that she’d made this monster but was never the least bit remorseful for it. She knew she got looks, especially from Ice’s mates when she never once condemned him for his wandering affections, but she never broke her insolent stride.
And the grandchildren. Pups were eh, but grandpups were so much better. For one, it’s not your fault if they turn out rotten.
Oh, she certainly had a blast giving them the time of their lives- and all the better if their happiness came at the expense of the adults’ sanity.
Then, slowly, Apollo, Hestia, and Heather’s entire generation became Vine’s grandpups.
And then the generation after them.
And so on.

Sometime during all of this, Ice died.
What did Vine have to say for him?
Something, indeed, at his funeral, and I quote, “Nice kid, that Av—Ice, but good riddance.”

She’s not quite sure when she started referring to herself in the third person and tacking on an article. One day, she decided that she wanted to be larger than life and that’s how she achieved it. Overhearing “The Vine---” in a conversation gives her ego the biggest thrill, and to deny her of it is a cruel thing indeed.

Last generation’s grandchildren will come up to her and ask, “Vine, you’re not still up to your old antics, are you?”
She’ll shoot down their suspicions with a dismissive wave of the paw. “Oh, no, child, I’m much too old for any mischief.”
But she hasn’t changed.
Not one bit.

Calls her dead son Avocado when no one’s looking.

Pack: Lupus
Mate: tO aLl tHe dOgS I hAvE LoVEd BEfORE
Offspring: Ice (DEAD)
Parents: can you even imagine how dead these are
Siblings: even if they’re domestics, they couldn’t outlive her
Song Associated: Happy Days Theme
Other: I didn’t know how desperately I needed a pack grandma until I did.
Username: HeavensHens88

dear God, I love her
Do it for the vine

 

[Amer]

I really just wanted to draw The Vine because she’s a great character. It’s not a great picture though.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Name: Weed
Age: 30 moons
Rank: Committee
Gender: Male
Personality: Giddy and malicious like those hyenas from Lion King
Breed/species: Coyote
Pelt description: Almost solid gold/yellow. Like a really ugly shade of yellow. Has a white mark on his chest with five rays that point upward; a little more bedraggled and scruffy looking than your typical coyote
Eye color: bright neon green
Build: Skinny cuz he's dumb and spends more time being dumb than eating
History: He doesn't remember much but he's sure it was a fun time
Pack: Committee
Mate/Crush: Open
Offspring: None
Parents: None, he spawned in like a ghast in the nether
Siblings: None
Song associated: WEEEEEDOOOO
Other: blaze it
Username: PeepersMama

you REALLY did this
I don't know whether to applaud or groan
in total you fashion, tho

this character theft is accepted

OH HAHA I ALMOST FORGOT

"that character" OH PLEASE CEASE YOUR HORRIBLE ACTING
HE IS WEED

isn't she absolutely ATROCIOUS
gotta up your plagiarism game PELL

Name: Guillemot
Age: 7 years
Rank: lead hunter
Gender: male
Personality: boomer mentality x100, he misses the days when "novitiates werent this problematic" and "showed more respect", he also blindly follows the coyotes and doesnt see anything wrong with them whatsoever because hes too far up his own ego ladder he cant get down to assess anything around him. Also firmly believes that lead hunters should be apart of the deputation. Is very strict and bossy with the canis hunters, and nobody can wait for the day he retires and gets out of his position. Everything has to be done his way or he gets mad.
Breed/species: leonberger adjacent, who knows exactly- he's pretty mixed up and has a long line of generations tracing him near the beginning of the packs.
Pelt description: Like a rotting old growth tree in the depths of the pacific northwest woods. His muzzle is all black, and the color spreads to the underside of his neck and on his face below his eyes. Above the eyes, the black fades into the rotting wood color. His fur is pretty long. *insert the very first picture that comes up on google images from the akc site when you search leonberger*
Eye color: dark brown like maple syrup
Build: vry strong and muscular, but nowhere near as ripped as Typhoon of course. hes also 28 inches tall
History: bigotry and complaining
Pack: canis
Mate/Crush: open
Offspring: open
Parents: dead
Siblings: open
Song associated: Paradise- John Prine- idk why
Other: i pronounce guillemot as gill-yeh-met but i think it's supposed to be gill-uh-met
Username: @Flufferes

if somebody had some underground lead hunter they were scheming go ahead and dethrone this guy hes not important to me

perFECTION to SQUASH the paNSIES

Name: Cement
Age: 5 years
Rank: Fox
Gender: Female
Personality: Quiet, reserved, and clever. She’s always thinking ahead, making plans for problems that haven’t happened yet. However, she often misses the obvious solution in a conflict. Easygoing and accepting. A good leader, though lacks the commanding air that most have. Will make hard decisions if she believes it’s for the good of her family. Shows a more light-hearted side of herself when she’s with Russet.
Breed/species: Fox
Pelt description: That entirely depends on Amer’s drawing
Eye color: Amber
Build: Fox-shaped
History: Cement served in the first Pigeon War with Wire’s Gang, one of the biggest gangs at the time, and won countless battles, eventually becoming a gang leader herself-
Cement has had a pretty normal life. Being one of the older foxes, she quietly leads her younger siblings and often tries to give them advice, though it’s hard when most of them are so hot-headed.
When she was still young, she met Russet, a younger fox who had a hard past and didn’t know much about the world. She taught him how to hunt, and they became good friends, then eventually became mates.
Pack: Fox family
Mate/Crush: Russet
Offspring: None, yet
Parents: Being foxes somewhere
Siblings: Camilla, Lightning, Equinox, Hatchet, probably more
Song associated:
Other: She’s late, but she’s here
Username: RoostersAreAwesome

FOX-SHAPED


if she's late
then just what are all of mine

Name: Riften
Age: 17 moons
Rank: Hunter novitiate
Gender: Male
Personality: Outgoing, clumsy, desperate to fit in, gentle and tries to look on the bright side of things. Due to his horrible skills as a hunter, he’s self conscious and has low confidence in his own abilities.
Breed/species: golden retriever x Anatolian shepherd/German shepherd
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Basically looks like the picture (which is not mine)
Build: Big. Build like an Anatolian shepherd.
History: You’d think Riften’s life would be easy. I mean, his entire family didn’t die. He didn’t lose the use of his left back leg. He didn’t get fed to the coyotes.
But, yet, it still sucks.
Riften is wonderfully, terribly, naturally good at fighting. But he hates doing it. He can’t find it in himself to hurt anyone. He was actually a guardian novitiate for a while, but the trainers just couldn’t get him to use his natural skills in battle. So, he was made a hunter novitiate. However, he’s a terrible hunter. He’s clumsy and so afraid of messing up (because he’s sure they’ll make him a guardian if he isn’t a good hunter) that he fails all the time. His self esteem, which gets lower at every ruined hunt, makes him even worse as he worries about his every move. His mother’s high expectations of him don’t help, either. All the trainers are tired of him, and for good reason. To try and make up for his horrible hunting skills to the other novitiates, he will do any stupid thing they ask of him. One day, he probably is going to lose the use of his back left leg at this point.
Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: None
Offspring: None
Parents: Marigold and someone (is that ok, @Flufferes ?)
Siblings: Open
Song associated:
Other: I wrote this really quick please forgive my messiness XD
Username: RoostersAreAwesome

OH NO TNE POOR KID I ALREADY SEE HIS LEG DISJOINTING ITSELF AND HEADING OUT INTO THE BIG WIDE WORLD

Name: Avalanche
Age: 3 years
Rank: Committee member
Gender: Female
Personality: Ruthless- finds a certain joy in taking another canine's life. However, she isn't completely cold, and is rather affectionate towards her brother. Intensely loyal to those she respects, but canines that she sees as beneath her are shown no mercy.
Breed/species: Coyote
Pelt description: Golden-brown, thick-furred
Eye color: Yellow
Build: Big and bulky, unusual for a coyote
History: Avalanche doesn’t know much about her parents, but she does know one thing. Her mother, who was sick and starving, was chased away from her kill because she was on pack territory. She died, but not before catching a skinny hare to feed her pups. Avalanche and her brother survived on the edge of the territories for a while, before joining the committee.
Pack: The Committee
Mate/Crush: Nope
Offspring: Nope
Parents: Dead and a random coyote
Siblings: Vulture
Song associated:
Other:
Username: RoostersAreAwesome

Name: Vulture
Age: 3 years
Rank: Committee member
Gender: Male
Personality: Doesn't enjoy killing like his sister does, but is indifferent to it. Loyal to a fault, and trusts easily. Does whatever The Paragon or his sister tells him to do without question. Keeps his thoughts to himself.
Breed/species: Coyote
Pelt description: Dark goldish (that’s not a word) brown
Eye color: Amber
Build: Normal for a coyote
History: Same as Avalanche
Pack: The Committee
Mate/Crush: None
Offspring: None
Parents: DEAD or something
Siblings: Avalanche
Song associated:
Other: I have to admit it- I copy and pasted these from aham XD
Username: RoostersAreAwesome

y e s I was so disappointed when you made these guys and AHAM promptly died with an incredible finality BUT THEY'RE BACK

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Cement looks pretty cool. :0

OH YEAH SHE DOES :0

Name: Aeryn

Age: 2 1/2 Years

Rank: Hunter

Gender: Female

Personality: Aeryn, despite losing so much, is actually quite happy. She's very good at pushing through pain and tuning it out. It's not uncommon to find her just staring at something, her gaze blank, like she isn't really there, but then something else will catch her attention and she'll quickly be occupied.
She almost seems quite detached from reality half the time, though no one ever seems to notice because she's very good at snapping back into reality and joining right into a conversation or doing something to keep herself busy.
Really, really bad at comforting anyone. She avoids it as much as possible, as she doesn't know how to deal with it. She's quite willing to care for elders or pups if she needs to, and loves the novitiates.
She doesn't quite like how harsh everyone in Lupus is, but goes along with it. She's friends with everyone and no one at the same time. Everyone sees her, but no one really knows her or who she is.
But shes fine with it. She likes being able to just fall into the shadows and have no one worry about her. She falls into the small group of outcasts of Lupus, the ones who everyone sees but doesn't really see. And she both loves and hates it. But she doesn't want to fail anyone else, and certainly does not want to lose anyone else.
Blindly follows the wolves. It's one thing she can grasp onto when everything else falls apart.
Even if she seems like shes barely there, shes incredibly aware of everything around her. Respectful to her alpha, but if she sees injustice, she will not stay silent.

Breed/species: Purebred Doberman Pinchser.

Pelt description: Dark brown, lighter brown face. Red doberman.

Eye color: Dark honey, a red-brown.

Build: Your typical doberman. Docked tail and ears.

History: Chaos was a part of Aeryn's life the moment she was born, even when she was blind and deaf, unaware of the world around her.
Born in a animal shelter to a purebred doberman who happened to be dumped on the side of the road when her owner became aware that she was pregnant. Life for Holly was alright, she supposed. The shelter was warm and she had plenty of fresh food and water, even though it was loud.
Life became nothing that she excepted when she delivered five pups, who's father was nothing but a egotistical, cruel dog that lived back with her old owner.
Hero, Nora, Lucy, Max and Belle. All healthy.
Belle, soon to be Aeryn, had not a clue what was going to lay ahead of her.
It started with Nora. Her happy, obnoxiously loud sister, fell ill, and before Belle could process it, she was gone. Before the shelter employees could even find her and see that she was sick.
Then Hero was sold at only eight weeks old.
Belle saw the toll that it was taking on Holly. Her mother was less willing to eat, less willing to play with her pups then before. Belle thought maybe, just maybe life was turning for the better when all four of them got adopted together by some kind stranger at twelve weeks. Shelter life was good, the only life Belle knew. But it was cramped and sometimes cold, and constantly she was passed by because her breed was, and to quote the mother and daughter that had walked by: "Far too dangerous, sweetie."
Their new owner was nice. But they were never allowed inside, only outside where they were harassed by the neighbors children, and it took much of Belle's willpower to not attack them. But her mother warned her.
"Don't hurt humans. You will get taken away from me," Holly warned one night, curled around her three pups.
But one day, Max snapped. He had whirled around and sank his teeth into the neighbor's kid, right into the flesh of his calf. The screams had been deafening, and after that her brother was never seen of again.
Nor was the neighbors kids, but Belle assumed they were the only ones who made it out alive.
Now it was only Lucy, Belle and Holly. Months passed them by, the weather rapidly cooling down and still they weren't allowed inside, but they weren't chained, which her mother informed them was a plus. Both Lucy and Belle had grown to be quite beautiful dogs, while their mother only slowly decreased in beauty. She rarely ate anymore, the only thing that saved her from being merely bones was her skin and fur.
And slowly the owner neglected them more and more. Lucy had gotten sick, to yet another illness Belle didn't know.
"Take care of mom, okay?"
Belle's head shot up at the sound of her sisters shivering voice. "What?" She murmured, going to Lucy's side.
"Take care of mom. She's gonna need you." Lucy's soft eyes somehow bore into her own, completely aware despite how sick she was.
"She's going to need us both, Luce. You're going to be fine, okay?" Belle's panicked whisper was the only sound other then her sisters rapid wheezing.
Lucy shook her head slightly, as best she could, settling her head back on her paws. "I'll be gone by dawn, Belle..."
She was right.
Two hours before dawn, beneath the glaring full moon's light, Lucy heaved a single breath before it was so harshly yanked from her lungs, fluttering flakes of snow over Belle's paws lightly, before the she-dogs flank stilled forever. Golden eyes stared at Belle, horrifyingly lifeless, until she closed them.
And the only noise heard for hours was the sound of Belle's mournful howls.
By the time she had reached a year old, Belle had lost all her siblings.
And her home.
So there she was, aimlessly trotting the frozen stone streets, avoiding humans. She had a rat clamped in her jaws, which was quite plump for February. However, this was every day. Wandering the streets, sometimes with food, sometimes without, making her way back to her mother, stowed away behind an abandoned dumpster, though there was rarely food in the dumpster.
She was growing frustrated with her mother. Holly rarely spoke to her, and made no attempts to move from her spot. And whenever she tried to speak to her mother, she got the same response.
"You need to do something." She stared at her mother, her eyes hollow of emotion, not moving a muscle.
Her mother just flickered her gaze to her, not making a sound.
"You think I don't know how it feels?" Belle snapped, catching her mother's glassy gaze.
"You don't." Holly actually lifted her head, her unfocused gaze meeting Belle's. "You haven't lost two homes, a mate and four pups. You know nothing of how it feels."
Belle clamped her jaw shut to stop herself from gaping at her mother's ignorance. "You don't know how it feels to lose four siblings and a mother! I'm a year old, Holly, you're the one who doesn't understand." She shot to her paws, her jaws drawing back in a snarl.
"You still have a mother." Holly didn't even try to match Belle's anger level, only muttering.
"No, I don't. You? You aren't my mother. She died a long time ago."
Belle tried not to think of it too much. That who she was feeding was no longer her mother, just a shell of who she used to be.
Maybe that's why she didn't feel that much when her mother gave up and passed from starvation.
"Look at this massive rat I fo— Holly?" Belle stopped, setting the rat down. Holly wasn't stirring. She was completely still. "Hey, wake up! I got food." She approached her, laying a paw on her back. Something was wrong.
Holly's pelt was cold. Not from the freezing air, but cold to the bone. Her flank didn't rise and fall beneath her paw. "Holly?"
Belle was panicking now. She darted in front of her mother's body, but Holly's eyes had too lost all life. Just like Lucy's had. "Momma?" Belle whispered, lowering herself in front of the dogs body.
But this time, no noise left her.
She felt hollow. Not angry or sad, just...empty. She was by herself, wandering the forest, silently.
She was no longer Belle.
She refused to wear the name her mother gave her.
She was Aeryn, not Belle.
Aeryn wandered the streets and forest for a long while, lonesome. Nights were long and cold, her belly pressed against damp stone most nights, the only company she had was the panicked beating of her heart and the nightmares of her siblings and mother that plagued her.
"Who are you?" The female dogs hackles rose, eyeing her up and down.
"Aeryn." She startled herself with how strange her voice sounded to her. Like it wasn't hers. Maybe that's what happens when you don't speak for months.
"Where do you come from?"
"Places." Aeryn shrugged, turning around to head away from the other dog.
"I'm Hestia. From Lupus pack."
Aeryn turned, looking at the dog strangely. What was she on about?
"You don't know about the two packs? Canis and Lupus?"
Aeryn just stared at her. She was crazy, surely.
"Hestia? What are you doing?" Aeryn jumped backwards when two other dogs approached the golden she-dog. "Oh. Get out of here, we don't want you here," the biggest male growled.
"Lost." Aeryn said, raising her head. "I'm lost. I need somewhere to go."
And from that moment, Lupus became her home. No one needed to know where she came from or who she was before. She was not Belle, the caged dog turned street mutt who cared for her mother every step. No. She was Aeryn, hunter of Lupus pack.
She intended for it to stay that way. Because she was finally happy.
And if she lost anymore, she didn't know what she would do.

Pack: Lupus

Mate/Crush: ...open. To anyone.

Offspring: None. Isn't to keen on them, either.

Parents: Holly (dead) Unknown Father (probably alive)

Siblings: Nora, Max, Lucy (All dead.) Hero (probably alive)

Song associated: you're somebody else— flora cash. Monsters— Seafret.

Other: leave it to me to make a detailed character last minute
i promise im not a monster i swear i don't torture them on purpose


Username: @Cluckcluck1215

oh you LOVE EVERY TORTUROUS MOMENT OF IT don't kid us FOR A MOMENT woman

she's beautiful and glorious and everything, of COURSE

Name: Spire
Age: 12 years
Rank: Alpha
Gender: Male
Personality: He’s an…Alpha’s Alpha.
Very little tolerance for any peculiarity he deems as an expressor of foible. He won’t go around outright offing the weaklings, but he will personally see that the incapability is corrected- whether that means constant supervision, merciless hounding, or even a complete course of regimented training until he sees the improvement he desires. It seems like he takes another’s shortcoming as a personal offense; he’s that impossible-to-please father who never lets a child’s bad grade slip under the radar and compromise his immaculate reputation. But this has to either tell of a dedicated leader who actually cares greatly about those under his authority, and just shows it in a cold, demanding way…or a tyrant who just doesn’t want a weak force surrounding him. Take your pick.
Demands respect- and when he doesn’t get it, you’d better believe he takes it by whatever means necessary. Very austere; generally unapproachable and distant, but he’s been letting his guard down more frequently as of late. He has to keep himself elevated high enough above his dogs so that the matter of his internal unrest can never be probed. Terribly lonely, but accepts closeness from none. Bitterly jealous of those who have what he missed out on. Even goes so far as to set up the indirect destruction of a close-nit family, but when it actually happens, he’s not satisfied, just…cold.
Insists upon strict following of tradition for no reason other than he was molded by it. Thinks Canis as a pathetic rabble of softpaws -something he constantly reiterates to his dogs- and makes certain that his pack will never stoop to their despicable complacence. Hilariously, he’s extremely height-insecure, which, as you can image, makes Halfrid’s opposing leadership and Typhoon’s constant existence…a bit of an issue, but he manages. Barely.
He follows the coyotes just because it’s the thing to do. If it weren’t for his father’s emphatic insistence upon humble recognition of one’s place in the ranks of the wilds, he would certainly spend day after day raging over why their hallowed predecessors have to speak through these embarrassingly puny miniatures when it’s obvious that the dogs have the upper paw- just whodid the wolves leave these lands to? Even as it is, he often finds himself silently brooding over the legitimacy of it all, only to dismiss it just because it’s not worth bothering with at this point. Everyone else thrives off of what the coyotes feed them, and he does indeed revere the wolves themselves -at least hehopeshe’s doing it right- so why contend the system now? Last think he wants to do is end up in some forsaken afterlife for unfounded unbelief. And whatever the Canis can do, he can do better, so he likes to think he has the best relationship with the Paragon, of course.
The Workaholic™. You’ll be sure to find him busying himself with activities that would seem best taken up by dogs a third of his age. Whether it’s leading patrols, orchestrating hunts, overseeing the novitiate training, taking on the pack’s foes as though he’s invincible, basically singlepawedly running -and participating in!- the pack’s entire day; it seems he can’t read the part of his contract that clearly states rest is actually a rightfully-earned part of his job description.

He’s got to keep running, lest he come to a halt only to realize he’s grown old.

Breed: Mutt, although he obviously must’ve had some heavy Malamute interjection in his bloodlines recently. Also has a blue-spotted tongue that blatantly suggests Chow.
Description:
26" tall. His face has definitely gone more white as of late, and that graying of his face fluff isn't from youth.
(NOTE TO GARTH: That's literally the only thing I have to say for him at this point lol)
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History:

He always regarded life with a dangerous kind of arrogant insolence.

He was practically born running. He always had to be better, and even when he’d exhausted all contenders, he started competing against himself. He fixed his eye on the alphaship when he was little more than a suckling and set out to obtain it by any means possible. Since he was the Alpha’s only child, it was a natural enough ambition in itself, but it was the unnecessary lengths he went to that were unnatural. He never engaged in the fruitless pursuits typical of pups his age, nor was he ever seen lounging around doing a healthy dose of nothing. It seemed he was training, defeating, overcoming, besting every waking moment.

He never had time for life, until life had no time left for him.

As with all wild dogs, it started with his parents. The time he had to remain under them seemed to crawl, until they were both suddenly falling far, far below him. Frond drowned in a freak tidepool accident before anyone could blink. Then Ledge threw himself into the path of a poacher’s bullet. Suddenly, not only did Spire not have any higher council left for himself, but it was his turn to be that leader for his entire pack.
Yet still he chugged on without a glance back.
Then it was his friends. Or, rather, his generation, because friends aren’t taken for granted like he did these dogs. One by one, they all…faded away.
Spire was too busy streamlining to keen.
Finally, it came down to her.
Her name was Flycatcher.
Everyone pinned them as an item from the start. They grew up together...well, as much as anyone could grow up with a dog who never had time for anything. And she followed through with her end of the deal. Beautiful, graceful, and completely able to bite off your face-ful, Flycatcher could’ve had any dog for her mate, but she wanted none other than Spire. She even shouldered her entire way through the ranks to Beta just to get up by his side.
It was Spire that led her on. Despite how far she’d gone, there was never a single advancement in their relationship. He stood her up constantly, leaving her waiting long into the lonely night with a snoutful of flowers more often than not.
A mate was just another “not now” that he kept on extending indefinitely.

Yet Flycatcher kept trying, right until some incurable illness claimed her.

On her deathbed, she gave her final words to him- of course, she wasn’t speaking to him directly. “Never put off for tomorrow what can be done today, because the tomorrow you tell yourself you’re waiting for may never come. Someday, you’re going to realize you’ve wasted your time doing a whole lot of nothing, but that day will never come soon enough for us. I just pray that your eyes open before they close for good.”
You’d thinking getting his should’ve-been-mate’s profound parting by a messenger’s muzzle would’ve sparked a change in Spire. It did, but not like anything you’re hoping for.
After becoming even more frenetically drawn into his duties than before, he took it out everyone but himself. In his eyes, it was entirely their fault that they had gone and taken all of his opportunities with them.
He’d never gotten to tell them he knew how to love after all.
Well, the world had its chance, and now it’s not going to get it again.
But no matter how he passes the blame about, it all comes down to one hard truth:

He’s the only one who’s brought about the terminal end to his own legacy.

Pack: Lupus
Mate/Crush: She had to die for him to realize what she meant to him.
Offspring: N/A
Parents: Ledge (former Alpha, very dead) and Frond (extremely dead)
Siblings: None
Song Associated: THREE SONGS! "Haze" by Amber Run, "Bandito" by Twenty One Pilots, "Kids Again" by ArtistvsPoet
Other:
Username: Chickencowboy02

wait WHAT

now it's HERE


go FIGURE


I hate coding

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if someone deems this an opportune time to make an aham main post joke you might as well shoot me

Name: Lykke (Lee-kay)

Age: 14 Moons

Rank: Guardian Novitite

Gender: Male

Personality: Oh, is this boy a handful. The moment he started to walk, his parents just knew he was going to be trouble.
And trouble he is.
He's a wicked rule breaker, all for the adrenaline rush. He has very little fear in his heart now. Rather well known by the healers for numourous cuts and wounds he gets. Not just from sneaking out and disobeying those who teach him, but just from overall clumsiness.
Way too much energy for his own good. Hardly sits still and it's very hard to catch his attention. Surprisingly, he is rather good at giving advice when you can get him to pay attention to you for more then two seconds. Very, very chill when it comes to other dogs beliefs and opinions. He's not one to judge very quickly.
He may have little fear for most things, but one thing that terrifies him is the Paragon and his committee. He doesn't like the fact that there is something so much greater then just the two packs and there territories, and wishes dogs wouldn't speak of them, but won't tell you outright.


Breed/species: Greyhound/German Shepard mix

Pelt description: Black saddle, lower back legs are tan. Belly, front legs, chest, ears, face and muzzle are all tan/white. Black running from one cheek, over his forehead and to his other cheek. Scattered thin scars on his legs.

Eye color: Golden brown

Build: Similar build to a German Shepard at first glance, but is slimmer. Long legs, stupidly huge paws and legs. Long muzzle and tail, and his legs are all greyhound, no doubt.

History: Canis born and raised. Only survivor of his litter, but he never knew his siblings so it never affected him much.

Pack: Canis

Mate/Crush: Open

Offspring: None

Parents: they aren't relevant anymore

Siblings: not anymore

Song associated: I'm Born to Run— American Author's

Other: i love him AND THIS IS THE LAST ONE I SWEAR

Username: @Cluckcluck1215

you had to go and write out his pronunciation : ((((
I was really looking forward to calling him Lick in my head SMH
oh and Pike's gonna LOVE this wild little man

BEHOLD THE FAT MONGOOSE

OH I WAS SUMMONED???