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Posted 2023-08-01 17:07:19 (edited)
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Posted 2023-08-01 18:01:23 (edited)
 Art was created by and belongs to me. Name: Glasya. Age: 4 years. Gender: Female. (She/they.) Orientation: Biromantic, Heterosexual. Rank: Alpha. Personality: Strong willed and even stronger headed, Glasya is both courageous and stubborn. Though the combination of these traits can be troublesome, it has created a ferocious and victorious leader. She is quite stoic in her daily life and tends to get straight to the point. A wolf of few words, it's hard to get more than a sentence out of her if she's not interested in the conversation. She tends to be unaccepting of protest and can get rather aggressive if her views or orders are met with nothing less than absolute cooperation. Those who are not dear to her are often met with a cold shoulder, a stern glance, and nothing more. These icy interactions can be interpreted in many negative ways but she rarely means any harm behind her actions. Relatively closed off, she is only open to those she cherishes the most. But even they are met with lackluster emotions regularly. 'Protective' is an understatement. When it comes to her pack and companions, Glasya isn't one to sit back and let a fight settle itself. Any wolves caught causing or participating in a scuffle within the pack are dealt with harshly, no matter if they were in the right or wrong. She has been known to use her teeth before her brain in the past. Her mark is apparent on many of the troublemakers within the group. Untrusting of strangers, most new faces are ostracized by her until they have proven themselves. Glasya's greatest strength and weakness lie in her subordinates. Despite her harsh exterior, she can be pretty soft on the old, weak, and those she grows close to. This can, and has, come back to bite her. Though her past experiences have waned her trust, they have yet to harden this softer part of her heart. Her biggest enemy and critique lies within herself. She is highly harsh on herself during any slip up, however slight. Instilled into her as a pup, this is perhaps the biggest thing she struggles with internally. + Protective. + Leaderly. + Experienced. - Aggressive. - Stubborn. - Impulsive. Appearance: Glasya stands on the taller side of wolves, her shoulder reaching just around 35 inches in height. In terms of build she sports a muscular, somewhat heavier, frame. Built for dishing out and taking damage, she lacks the speed, stamina, and agility of a smaller-bodied canid. Hailing from the rugged mountains, Glasya's coat is thick and long. Cascading like waves down her body, her fur is a concoction of monotone-hues covered over in a silvery cape. Upon her face she sports an asymmetrical off-white marking that seems to leak over onto the left side of her brow. Her eyes, pale yellow in hue, are often narrowed in thought. Black skin peaks out from behind her swaths of fur to reveal coal-coloured pawpads and a nose. She has many scars, though few are rarely visible past her dense coat. Relationships: Spoilered to cut down length. Reach out to me in OOC if you're interested in plotting relationships! Glasya and her mother share a striking resemblance to one another, save for Daeva's more petite form. Their similarities, however, stop there. The pair are close but have never truly seen eye-to-eye. Unlike with her father, Glasya's mother is a lumbering, soft, and sweet-tempered lady. Glasya cherishes her but is rare to fully open up to her dam. Abigor | Father | NPC | Alive Her hero and the driving force behind her mindset. Glasya is incredibly close to Abigor. The beast is nothing like her mother; he's is aggressive, warmongering, confrontational, and an over-all brute of a wolf. He treats his daughter as more of a soldier than a child and she would wish it no other way. If not for his iron-fist way of raising her, she would be a different wolf entirely. History: Major WIP!! Will be added soon! Other: N/a. |
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Posted 2023-08-02 09:59:58
Age: 2 years Gender: Female (She/her) Oritiention: Lesbain Rank: Etan Personality: Beauty is shy but understands what her job must be. Shes often quiet and sorting herbs, although she seems like she cant stand up for herself if you tick her off she will make sure you regret it. She loves exploring and seeing the world, almost wishing she was a scout or a traveler but loves doing her job as a herbalist and spirtual guide. Although she sounds like a great wolf she does have a few bad traits. Shes very very bossy when it comes to her job. And can be rude if wished. Most of the time you might see a weak wolf. And that is kind of true since she didnt have any fighting lessons, but can fight and hunt at the same time. Just not very good. If beauty doesnt like you. You can feel it. She often would just be quiet around you and when you werent looking, she would show her teeth. She is very easy to anger, but also very easy to calm down. She doesnt have much enemies in the pack but some do tick her off. Mostly the elders and mothers. Elders because they complain a-lot but at the same time she is glad there are their to tell the pups stories. she doesnt really like mothers because of how bossy they are and how much they freak out when their pup has done a tiny little thing. She does apprecitate how they bring new members into the pack though. +Quiet +Calm (Most of the time.) +Kind (Most of the time.) -Bossy -Shy -Easy to anger Appearnce (I'll add a picture soon.) Realtionships Wip History: wip Other: Wants to have pups but unsure if she actually will |
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Posted 2023-08-02 17:47:20 (edited)
 Artwork purchased by/belongs to me. Was done by Naava (#52141)Name: Kahla Age: 3 Years Gender: Female (she/her) Orientation: Straight Rank: Lambda Personality: A young she-wolf with a rebellious attitude and a restless spirit. Kahla longs for adventure and aches for the freedom to see if there's something more out there. More than just always hunting, patrolling, or doing as Glasya and the deltas order. Her relative youth and inexperience make her a hotheaded and impulsive wolf who, at times, leaps before looking. For instance, there is the idea that the pack can take on all enemies. Kahla bitterly wonders why their cowering to the felines rather than attacking them and taking back their homeland. And while she has gotten better at keeping these thoughts to herself or between her and her brother, sometimes her mouth gets ahead of her and she speaks out of place. Glasya and the others have given Kahla her fair share of bites and scars because of this. However, Kahla is not all bad. In fact, she is a very social wolf who truly loves being a part of a pack. She might grump at times about some of the more distasteful duties given to her, but put her with a friendly face and she's much more agreeable. Quick to smile and laugh, Kahla's always down to converse, join in on the rare prank, or simply have some fun. Sometimes she thinks the wolves of the pack have forgotten that there is more to life than the destitute situation they've found themselves in. For that reason she'll sometimes try to find something to make another wolf smile, even if it's something as small as picking and brining them a flower she found while out. Her favorite victim for both showering with small, useless things and pranking is her brother, who she think is way to stuffy. Yet, while she loves her pack, she'd kill them all for Astaad. + Compassionate + Optimistic + Sociable - Argumentative - Blunt - Impulsive Appearance: As her ancestors were from the southern parts of Holdfell, Kahla is on the slightly shorter side. But even though she might not be tall, she's long and lanky, with more leg than body and a lithe, runners build. Her chest is deep though, which added to her physique makes her fast and long winded. Short distances she can sprint very quickly, while she can hold a lopping pace for a long while. The trade off for this, however, is that she not strong. In fact, pit her against most wolves and she'll get her tail kicked. Kahla's fur is a match for a lot of southern wolves. It's short and thick, almost coarse to the touch and made for the heat. The fur along her chest, belly, and ruff are longer and thicker, with an almost indecipherable curl to it. Kahla's tail fur is, surprisingly, almost as short as the rest of her fur. No beautiful plume for her, which she at times resents. Her base coat color is a blue-grey. White covers her entire head, neck/ruff, chest, belly, and black legs. This is hard to tell since a charcoal grey mask covers most of her muzzle, eyes, forehead, and turns into a dilution on her ruff. The same charcoal appears again along her flanks and upper back legs. Little spots cover most of her toes, which Astaad loves to tease her about. And lasty, Kahla's eyes are hazel, appearing brighter than they are due to the black on her face. Relationships: Astaad | Brother Kahla has a very close relationship with Astaad, who in many ways raised her even though he was young himself. She views him as a brother, a father, and a best friend. He is her confidant and her moral compass, but at times also the main pain in her furry rump. If anyone can tell her what to do it would be Astaad; even though she might complain the entire time. Tanae | Mother | NPC | Whereabouts Unknown Kahla didn't know her dam before the loss of their pack and Tanae's subsequent injuries, so she only knew the shadow of the wolf who was supposed to be her mother. While Astaad tells of a loving she-wolf, Kahla knew Tanae as broken and vacant, with random violent outbursts. Needless to say, Kahla never had a real relationship with her dam. Jariel | Father | Deceased From what little she can remember of him, Kahla had a very close relationship with her father. She associated Jariel with loud laughter, a comforting scent, and warmth. She was so young when he was killed she only has vague memories of him, but their all good. If your interested in possible relationships feel free to ask! History: Then Tanae became pregnant, and the four knew it was time to finally settle. They were older, wiser, and ready to start families of their own. Jariel had asked Rhoswen and Majda if they wished to continue on or if they wished to stay, of which they asked to stay if Jariel would take on the mantle of alpha. He was a powerful wolf, but more than that he was loyal and kind and the three she wolves all knew he'd care for them equally. Though Majda and Rhoswen knew any pups they'd have would be adopted, they cheered just as happily as the new parents when Astaad was born. Unfortunately, he'd been an only pup. However, Tanae and Jariel loved him fiercely, and the four adults spoiled the little striped pup as much as they could. Times were happy, and Astaad grew into a stout young male who took after his father in looks and in leadership abilities. Yet it was his mother he was closest to. Tanae was a small blue-grey she-wolf with large eyes and a perpetual smile. She was as gentle as the summer breeze but loved as fiercely as a mother bear. Astaad and Jariel both doted on her, even though she chided them for it and playfully chased them off when they coddled her to much. His love for her, Rhoswen, and Majda is why he respects females as much as he does, as was from watching his father with them. Yet is was Kahla's birth that made Astaad truly grow up and understand protectiveness towards pack. Like Astaad, Kahla had been an only pup, which made Tanae wonder if it was her that was the problem. Jariel wouldn't let her think it though, and was so proud to have a daughter. The alpha gave the duties to always watch over his sister to Astaad, giving his son his first purpose in life. And so for the first two months of Kahla's life everything was perfect. Then the cats came. The battle was fierce, but the sheer size and number of the cats quickly overwhelmed Darkriver. Rhoswen died first, followed closely by her ever faithful mate. Jariel was able to buy his family time to escape, but not before Tanae took a devastating blow to the head. With Astaad supporting his mother, he lead Kahla away as quietly and quickly as possible, listening to the death howls of his father as Jariel fought to the last breath to give them time to run. And they did, until Tanae collapsed form blood loss and exhaustion. It was Majda's teaching of herbs that saved Tanae's life, though both of her pups knew she wished they hadn't. She'd lost an eye, an ear, and her beloved mate. The cats claws has pierced deep into her skull, leaving dreadful marks across the entire side of her face. The gentle mother Astaad knew was no more. For seasons the three travelled, having heard whispers of the Fray Dominion pack. Astaad was determined to get them there, but he watched sadly as Tanae got worse while Kahla grew into a wild young wolf who knew nothing of the stability of pack. The two she-wolves butted heads often, with Tanae's injury having altered her personality into a randomly vicious wolf while Kahla's temper had her snarling right back. With all his hope, Astaad envisioned them finding the Fray Dominion and getting Tanae help and Kahla structure. Then one chilly morning the siblings awoke to their mothers disappearance. They searched, but both knew the truth. The physical and mental pain were finally to much, and Tanae went to join Jariel. Less than a season later they found the Fray Dominion. They were skinny, a bit feral, heartbroken, but longed for a place to call home. There was, of course, a trial period which after both opened up and finally called the new pack theirs. Other: None |
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Posted 2023-08-02 19:08:45 (edited)
 Artwork purchased by/belongs to me. Was done by Naava (#52141)Name: Astaad Age: 4.5 Years Gender: Male (he/him) Orientation: Pansexual, demiromantic Rank: Lambda Personality: To most, Astaad and Kahla couldn't be more different from their sibling. Astaad is as solid as an oak tree, whereas Kahla flits about like the breeze. Very much a mild mannered wolf, Astaad prefers using words over fangs, and civil discussions over heated arguments. Generally calm, not much ruffles his fur; which tends to irritate others who want to get a rise out of him or make him angry enough to snap back. Instead he'll simply stare at them impassively until they give up. That is not to say nothing bothers him. He just won't let the perpetrator know, then will later complain to Kahla. His sister is his best friend and confidant, but Astaad likes most wolves and is friendly with anyone who reciprocates. He is very much not a stoic male, and like his father before him is quick to laugh and play when the time calls for it. When it's not and he needs to step up Astaad will. He's lost everything but Kahla before, and he's not willing to lose anyone else. Astaad's biggest problem area is his inability to see when he is being played. If he grows close with someone and trusts them, then he's all in. He'll respect what they say because he wouldn't think they'd be the type to trick or betray him. He wants to believe in them, so he's blind to their faults. If anyone else tries contradicting them he'll defend them ardently. Along those lines, Astaad is surprisingly possessive. Not in an unhealthy way, so to speak, but he's no stranger to jealousy and envy. Not necessarily for a specific wolf, because he's never met anyone he's 'liked', but more a concept. Such as pack. The idea that he could be ousted for another, better wolf bothers him and he'll cling or push himself past his limits to make sure it doesn't happen. + Compassionate + Dutiful + Protective - Insecure - Gullible - Possessive Appearance: Like most southern wolves Astaad rather short. However, Jariel's family originated from the north and the stoutness of their ancestors shows in Astaad. He might not be as tall or as noticeably muscular as some of the wolves in the Dominion pack, but he's broad and solid. Not as agile or fast as Kahla, he makes up for it by packing a punch. He might be shorter than a lot of the pack males, but his lower center of gravity means knocking him over to get to his soft bits is difficult. Astaad's southern roots show in his fur. It's short and coarse, made to keep him cool rather than preserve heat. He and Kahla find the winters in the north brutal because of this. Astaad's base fur color is light, sandy brown, noticeable mainly on his torso and flanks. He has two distinct marking patterns to breakup the monotonous light brown. First is the point marking, which is a rich chocolate color that covers the entirely of his face, his paws and lower limbs, and the tip of his tail. More distinct, however, are his stripes. They cover everywhere his points do not, ranging from cream along his belly to the chocolate brown on his upper limbs and neck. Astaad's eyes are a pale yellow. Relationships: Kahla | Sister The closest relationship he's ever had, and likely ever will. They are two peas in a pod, even though they are so different. He see's her as a sister, a best friend, and a confidant. Only they know the tragedy that befell their birth pack, but they also know of the love and happiness that preceded it. Kahla is the only wolf Astaad could ever see betraying anyone for. Tanae | Mother | NPC | Whereabouts Unknown Astaad had a very different relationship with his dam than Kahla. He grew up knowing Tanae as a beacon of light and love and was well on his way into adulthood when she broke. His favorite memories of her was when she and his father were together, the two of them laughing and sharing inside jokes only they would understand. They lit one another up, and Astaad can only hope to have something even half that someday. It tore Astaad up to see his beautiful mother such an angry shadow of herself. And he is even more mournful that Kahla never truly got to experience it. Jariel | Father | Deceased So much of who Astaad is came from Jariel. He idolized his sire, who was a fiercely protective soul; yet so very gentle. He cannot remember a time Jariel raised his voice when it didn't matter and he aspires to do the same. Jariel taught his son what it meant to be a leader, since he'd always assumed his son would take over Darkriver when the time came, but also let Astaad be himself. The two spent a lot of time exploring, roughhousing, and taking care of all four of their females. From these interactions Astaad learned to respect she-wolf's. Losing Jariel was difficult, and he often wonders if his father would be proud of him. If your interested in possible relationships feel free to ask! History: Then Tanae became pregnant, and the four knew it was time to finally settle. They were older, wiser, and ready to start families of their own. Jariel had asked Rhoswen and Majda if they wished to continue on or if they wished to stay, of which they asked to stay if Jariel would take on the mantle of alpha. He was a powerful wolf, but more than that he was loyal and kind and the three she wolves all knew he'd care for them equally. Though Majda and Rhoswen knew any pups they'd have would be adopted, they cheered just as happily as the new parents when Astaad was born. Unfortunately, he'd been an only pup. However, Tanae and Jariel loved him fiercely, and the four adults spoiled the little striped pup as much as they could. Times were happy, and Astaad grew into a stout young male who took after his father in looks and in leadership abilities. Yet it was his mother he was closest to. Tanae was a small blue-grey she-wolf with large eyes and a perpetual smile. She was as gentle as the summer breeze but loved as fiercely as a mother bear. Astaad and Jariel both doted on her, even though she chided them for it and playfully chased them off when they coddled her to much. His love for her, Rhoswen, and Majda is why he respects females as much as he does, as was from watching his father with them. Yet is was Kahla's birth that made Astaad truly grow up and understand protectiveness towards pack. Like Astaad, Kahla had been an only pup, which made Tanae wonder if it was her that was the problem. Jariel wouldn't let her think it though, and was so proud to have a daughter. The alpha gave the duties to always watch over his sister to Astaad, giving his son his first purpose in life. And so for the first two months of Kahla's life everything was perfect. Then the cats came. The battle was fierce, but the sheer size and number of the cats quickly overwhelmed Darkriver. Rhoswen died first, followed closely by her ever faithful mate. Jariel was able to buy his family time to escape, but not before Tanae took a devastating blow to the head. With Astaad supporting his mother, he lead Kahla away as quietly and quickly as possible, listening to the death howls of his father as Jariel fought to the last breath to give them time to run. And they did, until Tanae collapsed form blood loss and exhaustion. It was Majda's teaching of herbs that saved Tanae's life, though both of her pups knew she wished they hadn't. She'd lost an eye, an ear, and her beloved mate. The cats claws has pierced deep into her skull, leaving dreadful marks across the entire side of her face. The gentle mother Astaad knew was no more. For seasons the three travelled, having heard whispers of the Fray Dominion pack. Astaad was determined to get them there, but he watched sadly as Tanae got worse while Kahla grew into a wild young wolf who knew nothing of the stability of pack. The two she-wolves butted heads often, with Tanae's injury having altered her personality into a randomly vicious wolf while Kahla's temper had her snarling right back. With all his hope, Astaad envisioned them finding the Fray Dominion and getting Tanae help and Kahla structure. Then one chilly morning the siblings awoke to their mothers disappearance. They searched, but both knew the truth. The physical and mental pain were finally to much, and Tanae went to join Jariel. Less than a season later they found the Fray Dominion. They were skinny, a bit feral, heartbroken, but longed for a place to call home. There was, of course, a trial period which after both opened up and finally called the new pack theirs. Other: Finally done! |
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Posted 2023-08-04 09:01:16
 made with a f2u generator, edits by meName: Cyril Age: 3.5 years Gender: Male [he/him] Orientation: Demisexual [male-leaning] Rank: Eta Personality: +++ Dutiful, perceptive, faithful // Confidential, stoic --- Aloof, unpredictable, rigid Not only does he lack sight, but Cyril is incredibly aloof and difficult to approach. Speaking with the wolf could hardly be called a "conversation", considering that his replies are typically reduced to nothing more than one or two worded comments. But while he might lack vision, Cyril is incredibly perceptive. His ears are often fine-tuned to the gossip that surrounds him, and so he is typically well aware of his surroundings. He fails to understand himself and his desires beyond providing services, but he generally has a good read of character and a good read of situations. Because he's poor (or rather, prefers to avoid) at communication, Cyril can come off as unpredictable. His lack of eyes and partial facial covering can also make it difficult to read the wolf and whatever he might be thinking. However, those few who are daring enough to get close to Cyril find a faithful companion. While it is difficult (if not sometimes impossible) to pry family history from Cyril, it's obvious that he's dutiful towards whatever legacy his family has left. During the rare occasions when Cyril decides to speak, his voice is particularly low and melancholy. Relationships: His father, the wolf who stood at Celsum's helm. Frigus was a cold wolf devoid of empathy, yet he was a brilliant teacher. He lived and breathed for his sons and the longevity of their home, but the relationship Cyril shared with Frigus was anything but "father-and-son". Cyril always saw his father as a mentor rather than a parent. Nivus - Mother - Deceased Fortunately, his mother was pared from the wrath of the primal cats. However, Cyril never got to know her nonetheless. She died shortly after delivering her litter, leaving Cyril to bounce around between various brood mothers. Apex- Older Brother - Deceased Apex was the only family Cyril had really come to known. Considering that his father was nothing more than a dutiful mentor, Cyril never really knew what it was like to be himself. He was so focused on refining himself into the ideal vision that Frigus had, in order to better their pack. Apex, while being the next designated leader of the pack, was a chummy wolf. Unlike Cyril, he merrily engaged in games and had a good sense of humor. He was good-natured and understanding, something that was rare in Cyril's birth pack. He really was the brightest and warmest ray of sunshine on that cold mountain peak. He invoked a livelihood and happiness within Cyril that the wolf never knew he had. Frigus would often scold them brutally for acting out. Apex never hesitated to take the blame, so Cyril could maintain that "perfect" image. He misses his brother with every molecule of his being. He was born into the pack under the name of "Celsum", which was lead with a format not quite like the other packs. They lived on the peak of one of the tallest mountains, and while the environment seemed intense, the pack itself was quite...serene. They valued intelligence and self-sacrifice in order to better the longevity of their pack. Toward outsiders, they were high-strung and cold, viewing others as unintelligent beasts who wallowed in the mud. Few sought the enlightenment that the Celsum pack possessed. Cyril was the only pup to survive his litter, with his mother passing away shortly after delivery. Cyril just so happened to be the son of the pack's leading male, Frigus. As his name suggested, he was cold and not the most pleasant...nonetheless, he cared greatly for his pack and their traditions. He still valued his son, allowing various brood mothers to feed him and tend to him while Frigus started his lessons as soon as possible. His father was no "father", he was a pig-headed teacher who pressed obedience onto his son. Life and its lessons were as cold as the mountain's snow, but Cyril seemed to embrace this climate. He was stoic, obedient, the most ideal son...but only the second heir. His older brother, Apex, was bound to the throne should their father pass. While he was caring of his packmates and their longevity, Apex was not quite like the rest. He was good at hiding his playful tendencies, but couldn't resist occasionally teasing his younger brother. Cyril was so...rigid. Apex? He was a good wolf, a great son, but he was much more free-spirited than he let on. Cyril liked the company of his brother, even if it occasionally got him into trouble. But, first and foremost...Cyril aimed to be the most ideal Celsum wolf. He was straight-faced and dutiful, and found himself curious about pack lore and politics. He was the perfect student. His father taught him all sorts of things, from leadership skills, to basic hunting/fighting, to intense medical practices. While the mountainous terrain was tough, it wasn't battle skills that the Celsum prioritized: it was enlightenment and advanced herbology. He was a talented healer, much like the rest of his pack, but Cyril was also surprisingly gifted at holding himself in combat. As he grew, he became his pack's designated protector...a skill that would quickly become necessary. The primal cats began to slowly press on their borders and occasionally slaughter their prey. For a while, they prayed that living on the mountain top would be enough to keep the felines at bay. But peace would not last. Cyril stood strong when the primal cats raided camp. He fought valiantly alongside his packmates, but their efforts were in vain. The brute force of the primal cats was no match for them. Cyril stood over his brother as he drew his final dying breaths, desperate to protect his home until the very end. They were all he'd known in his entire lifetime. Cyril would be nothing without his pack. But it was mortally wounded father, Frigus, that drove Cyril off. He pushed his son away as he desperately fought off their attackers, urging him to run as fast as he could. Cyril wanted to stay and fight, but his father was adamant that he leave. The Celsum pack was lost. Cyril must carry on their legacy. He'd lost his eyes while attempted to defend his brother's fallen form, and had blindly stumbled through the mountains with primal cats hot on his tail. Cyril had no idea where he was going, he just knew that he needed to run. To run for his life, to run for the memory of his pack. Cyril was found and spared by a traveling wolf while he was fleeing. The stranger helped drive off his remaining pursuers, before explaining to Cyril that there was a safe place. Cyril was from that fancy pack at the mountain's peek, yes? Perhaps...perhaps his healing skills could be useful at this safe haven. Cyril followed the (irritating and chatty) stranger, as he was out of options at this point. He joined the Fray Dominion in order to continue the legacy and memory of his pack. He was accepted as their Eta, their shaman, the gift his pack was known for wielding. How ironic it was...at home, he'd been their protector, but here...he was their healer. |
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Posted 2023-08-06 14:15:44 (edited)
Age: 2 years 9 months Gender: Female Orientation: Demisexual / Pansexual Rank: Lambda λ Personality: Once a cheerful and bubbly young thing who wore her heart in the open in her puphood, Emileo now holds herself like a wolf 3 times her true age. Though she is still naturally empathetic and has a bleeding heart, Emileo fights to stay outwardly impassive to the affairs of others. After all, in such a world caring too much can only get you hurt. Despite her desire to emotionally distance herself from others, Emileo is not truly cold, and anyone who is patient enough to try will find that despite everything Emileo's sad, often distant eyes hold a will that hasn't quite yet been broken, much to her own suprise. Appearance: Once, her coat's warm caramel and russet colour was admired in her former pack. Stress has dulled its shine, but the mahogany coloured fur remains thick and wavy and just soft enough to be warm. Emileo's eyes are a warm red-brown to match her coat. Her fur is in curls from the bottom of her legs and tip of her tail, and straightens slightly into waves as it grows longer on her back, belly and the base of her tail. Emileo's body itself is lean and gangly, not malnourished but not quite enough fat to be at the peak of health either. As a result she isn't very strong or fast. Luckily, she has better than normal eyesight. Her voice is low and warm, almost melodious. Emileo has a few tiny scars littered and unseen under her thick fur, from silly accidents and not so silly close calls, but the worst is a wide and long scar across her lower belly. It's large enough her coat splits to display it when she's relaxing (she's never told anyone in Fray Dominion how she got it.) Relationships: (Relatives, friends, love interests, pups, etc.) Mylo (Merciful) | Pup When the Primal Cats arrived, Pomeline had enough warning to await them, but sadly not enough to realise their strength. When she realised the battle was taking a turn for the worst, Pomeline ordered Emileo, who was now her only surviving child, to run to Fray Dominion, knowing she would be safe if they took her in. That was their last interaction and the only one in which Pomeline showed her daughter a mother's affection. When the Primal cats arrived at Golden Ice, he followed Emileo when she was told to run so he could protect her rather than staying to fight with the majority of the pack. He died protecting Emileo from a Primal cat. Emileo herself only found out he had died after arriving at Fray Dominion, when news arrived that there were no surviving members of Golden Ice. His death was one of the biggest blows to her, alongside the death of her brother and mother, even above the destruction of her pack. When Emileo reached maturity, she was courted by Anton and soon mated him. As she expected their first litter, news of the Primal Cats arrived at Golden Ice. Emileo's mother, Pomeline awaited them with most of Emileo's older siblings. As the battle raged and Emileo's siblings and mate died one after the other, Pomeline decided to ensure that her two remaining pups, Emileo and the slightly older Dimitri, would survive. Emileo was hidden with the weaker members of the pack with Dimitri for protection. Once the recieved their mother's order, Emileo, Dimitri and the few remaining members of Golden Ice sneaked out to run for the biggest pack they knew of, Fray Dominion. Unfortunately the Primal Cats caught up to them, killing the weaker members easily. Dimitri died protecting Emileo. In the end, only a heavily pregnant Emileo survived the complete destruction of Golden Ice. Emileo is a boy's name, but I liked it so let's just say her mother was expecting a boy. Emileo is finished 😊 |
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Posted 2023-08-08 07:13:49 (edited)
Age: 4 months (equivalent of a young child) Gender: Male Orientation: N/A Rank: Phi φ Personality: Despite being more than old enough, Mylo still hasn't spoken his first word, though there aren't any signs as to why. He seemingly just doesn't wish to. Mylo is fairly curious about the world, though for now he never strays far from his den or mother. Appearance: Mylo has a short coat, though it promises to grow longer like his mother's own. It's almost entirely baby fluff, although here and there a hint of normal fur shows. His fluffy coat is a mix between his mother's caramel and russet and his father's honey blonde with white highlights. His coat is a lighter shade of mahogany with blonde highlights and white on his paws. His ears are tipped with white while his muzzle has slightly darker red-brown 'freckles'. His eyes are a bright seafoam green like Anton's. Mylo's body is still tiny, but he shows signs of being tall and gangly like his mother with his long legs and tail. Being a young pup, he is entirely scarless. Relationships: Emileo (Eager, Rival) | Dame Being so young Mylo doesn't have much of a history. He was born in Fray dominion, soon after the pack he was conceived in was destroyed. Fray dominion is the only home he's ever known. Other: |
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