~Run With The Pack~ A Wolf Roleplay

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Name: Suka
Gender: Male
Pack: DarkPack
Rank: Packmate
Mate: none
Personality: He is fearless, bold, with a sadistic nature and he is rudely cocky with a desire to rub his triumph in the loser's face, and any near wolf's. He is cruel and inconsiderate, often killing an opponent with no regards to their suffering and making them live as long as possible during the duration of the fight to make a show of his "superior strength". This is his only demeanor, and he has no opposite side to himself, unconcerned with love or with any feelings for anything else. This does not mean that he will turn down an opportune moment with a she-wolf. After all, the pack needs more wolves like him, right?
History: Born into DarkPack, left to be a loner, was beaten up for being weak, and in the end became so much more powerful after months of training himself. That was how he got his revenge. And now he cant change and wouldn't if he wanted to.
Picture: He is bluish grey with golden tan, almost cream colored markings on his muzzle, belly, under tail, and inner ears. His nose is darker grey blue rather than black. His eyes are gleaming amber and the core of all emotion.
Username: Chickenfan4life


(Trust me I will use him quiiiite a bit. ;D )
 
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Senkah's ears pinned back flat against her head. Her lips were curled back, baring sharp white fangs, and a growl rumbled in her chest. "You heard Kodiak." Her voice rose to a howl, "Stonepack, ATTACK."

Willow felt herself freeze as those two words that meant so much were spoken. She couldn't move, as much as she wanted to; to find Cody and tell him...

No. She couldn't think about that. Her eyes searched the pack for the one who would inevitably be her opponent...

Kodiak.

Almost as if he had been summoned, a dark grayish-blue blur came surging up to Willow. A throat-ripping snarl cut through the air as he tried to crash into her side.

Willow was unprepared for the attack and stumbled back, yelping as she barely kept her footing. Pulling her lips back to show every slightly-yellowed tooth in her maw, she growled, "So we meet again, Kodiak. I've been waiting for this day all my life."

Lunging forward with as much force her small, but compact, frame could muster, she had one last thought before she surged right into the heart of the battle...

Cody... I need you...

"Traitorous scum," Kodiak growled, but it soon faded into a strange little grin. "Stonepack!" he howled, "This is the wolf I sent to spy on you!" And then, a second later, he wheeled around to face Willow. He snapped his jaws at her face with bone-crushing power and lightning speed.
Fyra whirled around from looking for an opponent, a shocked expression on her face. "WHAT?!?!?!"

Echo froze when she heard her sister's screech. Skidding to a stop in the midst of fighting Jade, she stiffly turned around. "Willow... is this true?"

Willow backed away from Kodiak, her confident expression gone and replaced by pure fear... "Yes... it... is..."

"Hah! You should look at yourself, Willow," Kodiak jeered at her. "Do you realize how foolish you look? I'd say good riddance to you, but you're not even strong enough to be a Stonepack wolf. you don't even have the strength to pick a SIDE!"

Cody was racing towards Sunstreak, but when he heard this, he froze dead in his tracks. He didn't even move for a second; when he did, he slowly turned to face Willow. "...Willow?" His voice was soft and hushed from the shock. "...Willow, how could you?"
Nothing mattered but the question she was just asked. Every wolf but one froze and disappeared, leaving only Cody in her sight. She loved this wolf... even more than she even loved herself. How much she wanted things to be different and honest was appalling, as tall as all the mountains in the WORLD combined, never mind just Stonepack territory. Why, exactly, had she done this? WHY? The questions swirled around her head like a tornado, spreading debris, coating the depths of her mind.

Why? Why? Why?

"Because... I was... loyal to... Darkpack... then..." she choked out, forcing the words to leave her maw. "But... I'm... not... any... more..."
 
Jisrun staggered back, blood running from the edges of his mouth.
He lunged again, this time catching Klash's shoulder in his fangs. He tore viciously trying to flip his opponent again
 
Quote: Nebrivo saw her and with a rush of emotions and powers inside him, he leaped up from beneath Suka, catching him by the throat and slinging him away with as much power as a small wolf like Neb could pack. Turning to face Quartz, he trembled. He realized his vision was cloudy and darkish, transparent grey rather than colored. Then he realized what was wrong--his right eye, the one good eye, had been gashed by the wolf's claws and was unusable. He was left sight-impaired.
 
Jisrun staggered back, blood running from the edges of his mouth.
He lunged again, this time catching Klash's shoulder in his fangs. He tore viciously trying to flip his opponent again
Klash yelped. He kicked at his opponent until he got free from him. Blood was soaking his fur on his shoulder. He bit into Jisrun's leg.
 
Name: Suka
Gender: Male
Pack: DarkPack
Rank: Packmate
Mate: none
Personality: He is fearless, bold, with a sadistic nature and he is rudely cocky with a desire to rub his triumph in the loser's face, and any near wolf's. He is cruel and inconsiderate, often killing an opponent with no regards to their suffering and making them live as long as possible during the duration of the fight to make a show of his "superior strength". This is his only demeanor, and he has no opposite side to himself, unconcerned with love or with any feelings for anything else. This does not mean that he will turn down an opportune moment with a she-wolf. After all, the pack needs more wolves like him, right?
History: Born into DarkPack, left to be a loner, was beaten up for being weak, and in the end became so much more powerful after months of training himself. That was how he got his revenge. And now he cant change and wouldn't if he wanted to.
Picture: He is bluish grey with golden tan, almost cream colored markings on his muzzle, belly, under tail, and inner ears. His nose is darker grey blue rather than black. His eyes are gleaming amber and the core of all emotion.
Username: Chickenfan4life


(Trust me I will use him quiiiite a bit. ;D )

(( Thank you! ))
 
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