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Post by Riley on Mar 22, 2012 16:10:06 GMT -5
Think you have what it takes to be in the high ranks of a pack? Before applying please check which ranks are available for the pack you're trying for. (Those can be found Here). Please remember that pup spots can not be tried out for any only things in Tiers 1 and 2 are high ranks.
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Allison
Asindri
[M:-90]
I have Died every day...
Posts: 25
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Post by Allison on Mar 25, 2012 19:40:24 GMT -5
Character Name: Allison Class:Rouge Pack:Asindri Rank:Alpha Why do you think they'd be good fo this spot? She was raised by a very crude and strict father who had thought her the way of her pack and of the laws that she must live up too. Her father wanted her to become more then a guard, he wanted to raise her to be a strong willed Alpha that could keep their pack in its rightful place and its lands. He tougher her all of what she needed to pull up a sturdy defense and how to keep other packs at bay. She Speaker up for herself and refuses to be pushed around. RP sample of them in this position: Allison sat on a rock that almost looked over every inch of her camp site where her and the other wolfs lived in luxury. She was now waiting upon her Captain of the guards for a full report on the defenses among the borders and if more guards or even herself was needed to help watch. She got up and soon began to pass. Her mind racing over strategies and possible ambushes that could happen knowing the the west was some what weak, full with trees and many places one could hide she chased to move more of her guards to that spot but still keeping a decent about on all sides. She soon got up and headed to the border herself to over see and revue the guards positioning herself. SOmetimes reports where not good enough and when she needed something done she knew she should do it herself. She waisted no time getting over to the border and once their started to walk along it slowly and carefully looking at her surrounding making sure nothing was out of place.
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Post by Riley on Mar 25, 2012 20:18:30 GMT -5
Accepted[/i]
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Post by Blight LaReign on Mar 25, 2012 22:11:02 GMT -5
Character Name: Blight LaReign Class: Paladin Pack: Iatia Rank: Alpha Why do you think they'd be good for this spot? Iatia seems to be a pack that is heavily disregarded by its neighbors, but feared for being so unknown. Blight keeps his concerns and his knowledge within his pack and no where else, disallowing for outsiders to know what is going on within his boundaries. His morbidity and fascination with death calls for a centering around the God of Death and his allegiances, so practices of worship are discretely displayed through respect for the dead and dying; whilst his own obsession is shown through private displays, he is lavish with concerns over his packs own religious behavior and fidelity. RP sample of them in this position:
Traitor! Bow in hell to the demons that feed you the lies that you use to slander our name!
Fangs hooked and clinked while snarls ripped between them. Inaudible due to the rain that pelted the desperately thirsty earth, moans of pain and cries of victory bellowed through the rippling atmosphere. Water gushed in shallow streams amidst the mossy grounds; it wove between the troubled mits of warriors dawdling in putrid loathing for one another. A male of gray and striking turquoise speckling his rigid armor struck with his claws over another brute's charred muzzle. The offender was blackened by the faded rain, but his usual adornment was recognized by many; a brittle-furred mammoth, charcoal in colored with a crimson gaze as blood drenched as the teeth he slurred behind. His cry of agony was followed closely with a guttural groan as he put forth extreme effort to throw his weight behind a full body shove in his counterpart's direction. The smaller, gray male was quickly knocked to the ground, turning on his belly only to face his foe by the face as the battle continued stomach to stomach. They snapped their jaws at each other, flesh tearing at their muzzles and whiskers ripping from their face at the roots with each gnawing bite.
Enough!
Both parties were stunned immediately by the halting call that reigned upon them from atop the cliff beyond them. The gray male quickly hustled from underneath the larger male, backing away to allow for room for a third. They both gazed up questioningly at their audience.
Blight leaped elegantly from rock to ground, but not without an enraged snarl to accompany his tensed figure. Towering over the both of them, he was brisk in turning head to the second largest of their group, the said "traitor", and narrowed his piercing gaze angrily at him, taking in every puzzled wrinkle in the canvas that exposed itself to him.
I... I ..
Instantly, without letting any more room for response, the Alpha's paw shot out and slammed down upon the charcoal male's muzzle, bringing his head sharply to the ground while his mouth remained closed by his alpha's foot. Blight's angered snarls closely followed in the ears of his victim, slobber stringing and dangling from his parted jowls.
You're not to walk these plains once more. Death will follow you just as quickly as you come.
He released the male, stepping back slowly while watching as the male scurried quickly into the gray fog of the woods, footsteps fading fast in the mist. His eyes shifted to his sentry, the smallest, speckled male; a moment of silence pursued the moment, tension strengthening its fibers around the critical status of the situation.
Follow him.
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Post by Chris on Mar 26, 2012 14:02:02 GMT -5
Accepted
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Chasen
Dan'Ale
Beta[M:-150]
"Sexy and I know it."
Posts: 19
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Post by Chasen on Mar 26, 2012 20:33:32 GMT -5
Character Name: Chasen Class: Hunter, Ranger, Mocax Pack: Dan'ale Rank: Beta Why do you think they'd be good for this spot? He'd give his life to protect the pack. Helping his siblings keep the pack running smoothly and efficiently. He's a hunter with his skills as such, keeping the boarders safe is no problem. He speaks his mind and has a great judge of character. The pack would be safe in his claws. He's also of large stature being the perfect wolf to lead them into a battle if it ever came to that. He enjoys the family atmosphere of the pack and doesn't trust too easily. Never would he wish to betray the trust that is instilled in him from his siblings to hold such an important position in the pack. RP sample of them in this position: The air was quiet. Too quiet. It pressed in, thick, almost suffocating. A storm was approaching, thunder rumbled in the distance. Still no matter what happened Chasen had to run the boarders once more. It was his duty as Beta to take the load off his Alphas. Still he'd wished he'd taken a partner rather than try to slip through trees by himself. He was sure there was a rouge that he could take with him. Though mostly because so far he was bored out of his mind. So far there hadn't been any agents of Asindri to check in on them, thank the Gods. The fools should learn that they weren't welcome here. Eventually, and he could feel it, they were going to disrespect his siblings one more time and war would be upon them. It was the reason he excused himself from those meetings being half illegal.
Ignoring the wind that started to blow and the air started to smell of a summer storm. The air cooled as huge clouds forced their way over the sun. Casting the hunter in shadows. The large brute relaxed, regardless, just like his rouge brother-in-law he preferred the shadows to the sun. Carefully adjusting his body weight so he could walk soundlessly through the bushes he went into hunter mode right when the rain then started to fall. From the heat that the day had suffered from he counted that as a blessing.
A howl called from the boarders. A job for him to do. Chasen slinked through the wet forest ever more looking like a lion stalking his prey. Who came knocking at his packs boarders. He came upon them hidden in the bushes. They was actually a drowned looking she. Worse things had come to them still there was that nagging feeling that he should always be cautious. From there he watched her for a few more moments. She shivered and decided to emerge from the bushes just as a bolt of lightning flashed through the sky.
"What do you wish with the pack of Dan'ale?"
The she wolf backed away slightly and shook her head. Possibly wondering what he was doing here in the first place. She spoke that she'd came looking for shelter and new home. So far he felt she was telling the truth. Her eyes carried that hopeful look in her eye. Still he could bring her to the Alpha's it was still their decision what to do in the pack. With a nod he looked back at the wet she wolf, "Follow me then"
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Post by Riley on Mar 27, 2012 0:39:51 GMT -5
Accepted[/i]
Welcome to Dan'Ale, Brother.
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Post by Reeidlas on Mar 31, 2012 15:39:21 GMT -5
Character Name: Reeidlas Class: Druid Pack: Elmor Rank: Alpha Why do you think they'd be good fo this spot? Reed is a Concerned Wanderer. In other words, he's thinking to himself that he can claim a land and make it into a place where he can run a bit of guerilla fighting, let loners hide out, and keep the High Pack out of his - and the packs' - business. Sure, he's socially inept and has been a loner his whole life, but he thinks he can steal from the rich and give to the poor as well as anyone else. All he needs is a good solid beta and to keep his pack members happy. RP sample of them in this position:
Reeidlas valued freedom above all else. Freedom to go where and due what he wanted, to swear his loyalty to anyone he chose, and to hunt and behave as he liked. Nevertheless, even he, a wandering druid from a backwater part of the country, could see that the world wasn't all he expected. Everyone was suspicious, afraid, and the mutters he heard were of the mysterious Higher Pack and their hired killers and thieves. Then there were the other packs, who were hardly any better, as far as he knew, and well.. Reed was afraid of most things and wary of all the others. Things kept going like this, there would be nowhere for him to hide. Maybe he needed to make a place for himself. Maybe everyone else who wanted to hide could go there, too. The small wolf didn't think there were too many places one could do that. The desert, sure, but who would go there? So one day he ambled into a likely looking place, stared around, didn't find anyone who seemed to be in a pack as such, and claimed it. A few wolves were upset, but after he explained himself, they seemed less displeased. It wasn't as if Reed wanted them to do much of anything. Apparently he was preferable to what they called 'a Death Cult.' Whatever that was.
But they did want their pack to be called Elmor, which Reed was fine with. After all, he was only in charge so long as they let him. There was no way a skinny, half-educated gypsy like himself could keep control by force. They, of course, understood this just as well as he did, which brought him to - this. A young, snarling wolf, someone who had wandered in recently and intigrated himself into the mass of half-wild loners that lived around here. "A spy," one of the wolves that had captured him said. "He comes from the North." Reed frowned slightly. Spies. Well, he had to expect that. His pack was free with its boundaries, let its members in and out whenever they wanted, and was for all that as secretive as any gang of thieves. "How do you know he is a spy?" There was a long pause. Another of the stranger's captors replied. "..he looks like one." Reed stared at the loner for a moment. He was a tattered, skinny male, fairly nondescript. The other wolf glared back. "Well, are you a spy?" Reed tried to make his voice stern, as opposed to confused. "Of course not." "He looks like one," the spy's guard pointed out again. Reed looked at the young male again. "You do look like a spy," he said apologetically. "They made me look like this."
He glanced back and forth from one of the guards to the other. Both frowned guiltily. Reed sighed to himself. This was going to take a while..
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Post by Chris on Mar 31, 2012 16:28:10 GMT -5
Accepted
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Zelia
Iatia
Alpha[M:-50]
"Zel's Head"
Posts: 25
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Post by Zelia on Apr 1, 2012 15:24:44 GMT -5
Character Name: Zelia Class: Bard Pack: Iatia Rank: Alpha Why do you think they'd be good for this spot?While Iatia has the darkest of wolves and even darkest of hearts, Zelia has won them over with gold and drink and riches before with the previous alpha. She knows that the root of all evil is money and don't let her sassy little self fool other wolves, she knows how to play her cards right to get it. She's a jack of all trades, though a master of none, she has no problems dabbling in the dark arts just to keep her wolves in line. If one thing she hates is the betrayal of their pack a rule that would be punishable by death. Under her command she would only set out deals that would benefit her pack. While a free loving wolf, she knows how to deal with the roughest of them and any disloyalty will be met with punishment. RP sample of them in this position:(continuation of my other thread) Zelia cocked her head to the side. Her Alpha should be here by now. Where the God's was he? The young she wolf stood her mind reeling. Worried that despite her warnings the Asindri had gotten into the pack and killed him. Fast steps padded forward. Ears forward and alert. She dashed over the hills. It would only take her a few minutes to get the heart of their territory. When she burst through to the dens she found that the pack was a mess. There were snarls and growls and fighting, everyone battling for dominance.
With a snarl, she leaped on top of the leaders rock and sent forth an earsplitting howl. The chaos stopped all eyes looked to her. They would turn on her if she did not keep them at bay. She shook her head and sighed, "guys the heck are we fighting our dark brother's and sister's for?"
The whirl of sound nearly knocked her back a few feet. Though the she wolf got the gist of it all. Blight had backed down from the Alpha position. They were fighting for who was to be a new leader since the Alpha didn't have an heir. Gulping Zelia nodded shell shocked. The Alpha while not kind to other's to his pack he was one of a kind. She bowed her head and prayed to the Gods they guide his path wisely. Silence greeted her ears as she realized everyone was staring at their gypsy wolf, the tension great. Though she could feel them all make a decision. There was only one wolf amongst thieves that they could ever trust.
A few whispered to each other and the only way these wolves knew how to agree they shot her cocky grins with nods. Zelia sighed and then smiled happily back, "alright if we have no objections then my minions we shall become the richest pack of the lands. As your leader I shall see to it. Now though, we should lay down some rules so no more . . . chaos happens."
She stood and leaped down in front of her new pack. In her mind she couldn't help but think what was she getting herself into. A once Asindri turned the Dark Iatia Queen, she was almost setting herself up to fail, though something told her that if she stayed herself she would help take the lands and rise them to the top. Pleasant grin on her face she started walking from side to side, not able to sit still for too long.
"Ground rules my brothers and sisters, Iatia is our sanctuary a place where we can not feel threatened. While others we exploit, to ourselves we stay true. Punishment of harming a brother or sister of darkness is death, your corpse cursed to guard our borders. Any wolf caught going to the other three packs, with ANY news of our pack, punishment is the lose of your dew claws. Pack meets and hunts are mandatory, any wolf not present may suffer a loss of rank. While war may not be upon us yet, any Asindri must not be allowed to enter our lands. They stop at the boarders or face one of you lovely necromancers. If they are found chase them off. They want riches and jewels we'll not let them know we have them. There maybe allies in Elmor or Dan'ale packs, for now while at war be that they not enter our lands but if you spot them, seek conversation; it's good to know who may or may not have our backs in this crucial time. WOLVES OF IATIA our new motto is; 'live like the shadows, talk like poison, and keep ourselves shrouded in mystery.'" her voice rang out clearly and softly and held promise behind it. While she had to be cruel she knew that she would add more rules as they went. For now that seemed good enough.
With a quick jump she was back on top of the leaders rock. Her tail now held high and chest out, she threw her head to the sky and howled her leader's call. Powerful it called to the others and soon the whole of Iatia joined in with her. It was done the lands were now hers to protect and keep safe. She sat and watched her minions go about their days. She would work tomorrow on who got what pack position. For now, she would let them mull over what had happened. She herself would go into the Alpha's den to claim it as hers.
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Post by Zel on Apr 3, 2012 13:31:48 GMT -5
"With Riley's permission: Zelia is accepted as the Iatia Alphess."
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Hush
Iatia
Beta[M:0]
Posts: 6
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Post by Hush on Apr 9, 2012 21:17:14 GMT -5
Character Name: Hush {Swindle} Verlorn Class: Necromancer Pack: Iatia Rank: Beta Why do you think they'd be good for this spot? Hush is a dealer, bargainer, business man, swindler. Rarely does he put others before his own desires but if a deal is made, such as these circumstances, he finds himself keeping his word and calling in owed favors and striking new contracts. Such as his newest transaction requires Hush brings in new members and keeps unwanted…guests out of the terra. A few words here and there and Hush has found himself ensuring the safety and well being of the Iatia pack under the command of Zelia. The gypsy keeps him on his toes: making new undertakings to bring food, members, and safety to the pack he now calls home. RP sample of them in this position: From afar it sounded like a children’s melody, something sweet and innocent meant to bring a smile to a youths lovely face. It was a gently lull that went well with the wolf who hummed the charming nursery rhyme. He danced with movement, steps more of a prance as his glowing white eyes flickered with a warming candle light. The softly sung tune began a gentle climb until the sound carried off into the surrounding mists, the petite male smiling happily.
A small whimper was heard and the male froze mid flounce, large ears flopping forward to land on his face and obscure his vision. He stayed frozen in place until, with a shaking of branches; a delicate white wolf emerged from the nearby brush, a small cream pup at her side. Hush flicked his head back and removed his ears from his face, a scowl on his lips. As he caught sight of the ess a handsome grin lit up his face. “Why hello there my dear, what brings an angel such as yourself into these parts?”
The female wasn’t so easily fooled by his manners and ushered the younger pup behind her. She eyed Hush distrustfully, blue eyes narrowed as she took judgment. “We are searching for the Asindri pack…are they near?” Her words were demanding but any sane beast would have heard the tremble in her voice. Hush loved an unstable wolf; they were like putty if you played your cards right.
The delicate male elegantly bowed, smile still lighting up his features. “Asindri? Now, why would you go searching for them? Haven’t you heard?” Play on a wolfs fear, weaken their already fragile mental state. Take advantage of well placed scare tactics.
The dove colored female paused, eyes hazing with confusion. “Heard what?”
Hush’s eyes softened with sympathetic pity. “Why, they’ve started to become vicious. No freedom, pre-chosen paths and futures. No individuality…” Hush sighed softly, eyeing the pup sadly. “Such a pity for those looking for something more….but I will not hinder you journey. Shall I lead you to the border?” Hush eyes her expectantly.
“Well, uh…” The mother paused to glance at her pup. “Where else is there to go? I wish to raise my daughter in safety…” Hush smiled happily once more, the nursery rhyme lulling back into his words as he softly hummed it.
“Keep going down this path lovely, and you will find a pack by the name of Iatia. Look for their alphess Zelia, tell her Hush sent you.” The mother nodded her thanks and began to walk away, her pup flashing Hush a friendly smile. “Have a safe trip…”
The elegant ebon wolf started to prance away, patrolling the borders for more wayward travelers, words finally finding their way into his seemingly sweet nursery rhyme. “How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly he spreads his claws….”Hush glanced at the retreating form of the female and her pup, “and welcomes all the little fishes in, with gently smiling jaws…”
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Post by Zel on Apr 10, 2012 15:33:19 GMT -5
Accepted
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