Mountain-Breeze

Table of contents

introduction

rules

ranks

forms

my wolves

opening post

Introduction

Her breaths came out in broken sequences, blood dripped from her side, a stinging pain ran along her shoulder blade. In her mind though, she felt nothing but sheer determination as she stared down her adversary. She let out a snarl and lunged once more, letting her snarl turn into a full blown growl as she hit the wolf and tumbled down a steep incline, and into a stream. The icy water stung as it seeping into her wounds, she couldn't stop though, she had convinced the pack to take this wolf in despite the elders warnings against him. She couldn't bear the thought of the pack suffering from her error of judgment. The wolf she had attacked rose to his feet, shaking off the freezing water, he snarled in her direction but his eyes were no longer on her. He started to run past her. Secret rose to chase after him, but the edges of her vision started to be tainted with black, she stumbled forward...if she could only make it to him one last time...

....

Secret woke up, halfway in the icy stream she collapsed in. She ran to find her pack, the only sound she could hear was that of her own rapidly beating heart. She let out a desperate howl in search of her pack mates, in the same moment she smelled blood. She followed the scent to the scene of her nightmares, her pack mates, dead, all but one. He was barely breathing, if you could call it that, more like he was making shallow gasps as his limbs twitched in a memory of running. His eyes stared into an unseen land, blood pooled out of the side of his mouth on the ground under his muzzle. Beside him was the unmoving body of the wolf secret had fought with. He had killed her whole pack..and the only one who wasn't dead was spending his last moments in utter agony. Secret couldn't bear to watch him slowly lose himself this way, she took a deep breath and clamped her razor sharp teeth around his throat, quickly closing them until she heard the snap of his windpipe and a small whimper as the wolf died. She howled in agony, and took off running through the mountains...she would find a new territory and start a new pack. She would make sure they would never suffer the same fate as this one, she would find her redemption.

Rules

• Try to keep this role-play semi-literate, its hard to reply to a one sentence post.
• Alpha always wins
• Make one male per female and vice versa
• please don't make wolves all powerful
• Wolves must be pregnant for at least 2 real hours.
• Try to keep language clean, some cussing is allowed but don't go overboard.
• I can add/change these rules as needed
• Password: Beyond Redemption

Ranks

Alpha Female

Secrets of the night

Alpha male

N/a

Alpha pups

N/a

Beta female

N/a

Beta Male

Sköll

Beta Pups

N/a

Lead Hunter

N/a

Hunters

Dagger

Lead warrior

Demons Breath

Warriors

Calla

Lead Healer

N/a

Apprentice Healers (only 3 at a time)

N/a

Pups

N/a

Forms

Adults

Name:

Nickname:

Age:

Gender:

Rank:

Rank wanted:

Crush:

Mate:

Pups:

History(optional):

Password:

Looks:

Pups

Name:

Mother:

Father:

Rank:

Looks:

My wolves

Name: Secrets of the night

Nickname: Secret

Age: 2 and a half

Gender: Female

Rank: Alpha Female

Rank wanted: Alpha female

Crush: None

Mate: Love never ends well..so no

Pups: none

History(optional): After I found a new territory to start my pack, not much has happened.

Password: Beyond redemption

Looks:

Name: Demons Breath

Nickname: Demon

Age: 2 and a half

Gender: Male

Rank: Lead warrior

Rank wanted: I have my rank

Crush: none

Mate: Nope

Pups: none.

History(optional): No one quite knows Demon's past, the only one who knows is Secret. Demon comes off as cold hearted, but only because no one has taken the time to win his heart

Password: Beyond Redemption

Looks:

Name: Calla

Nickname: Just call me Calla

Age: 2 and a half

Gender: Female

Rank: warrior

Rank wanted: warrior

Crush: No

Mate: No

Pups: None

History(optional): Calla is a true warrior, She came from a pack that was hunted and trapped by people who wanted to sell them to a circus. out of 20 wolves, calla was the only one able to break out and find a new life.

Password:

Looks:

Name: Fire Dagger

Nickname: Dagger

Age: 2 and a half

Gender: male

Rank: hunter

Rank wanted: hunter

Crush: no

Mate: no

Pups: none

History(optional): Dagger was born with a reddish tint to his fur. his pack considered him a cursed wolf since both of his parents were pure white, and cast him aside.

Password:

Looks:

Opening post

Secret:

She slowly moved through the shadows, taking care to maintain her stealth with every step she took. she lifted her nose to the air to check the path she had been following, and just as she thought, she was drawing closer. She licked her lips at the thought of the rabbit, she slunk closer and then like a bolt of lightening she was on top of it, cutting off the large rabbits air. Her tail wagged with pride, as she took the rabbit to a nearby tree and laid down to enjoy her meal.

Demon

Not wanting to deal with other wolves, he walked through the cold stream, the rocks were slippery so every step was made with care. He caught the scent of a deer nearby, but shook off the urge to track it down, he would hunt later. He slowly made his way to the side of a hill and laid down, taking in the beautiful mountains.

Calla

She stood up and shook out fur as she stood, and made her way from her den to a nearby sunny path. She sprawled out and basked in the warmth the sun was providing. She sighed and started to drift to sleep

Dagger

He growled as he stared down his new found foe. The frog gave a 'ribbit' and hopped towards him. Dagger jumped back and barked. He nosed the frog and it jumped onto the nearest tree. for a few seconds he barked up at the massive tree, but quickly lost interest and padded back to his den

age ◇ three years of age

gender ◇ fae

rank ◇ hunter

crush ◇ "Oh, that precious. You think I'd love again."

mate ◇ none

pups ◇ Finch

history ◇ Sabine had her future planned for her from birth. She was suppose to take her mother and father's place as alpha of the pack she was born to and find a mate in order to continue the family line, but she fell in love before planned. This love she found was in a fighter of the pack, Tate, and right after the pair discovered Sabine was pregnant, the brute was killed in a fight and she fell in a great depression. The pain she went through was unbearable and to add to it, she birthed a litter of four pups, three of which being still born and the only survivor was her dear Finch, a weakened runt. After this tragedy, Sabine decided she had enough and could not follow in her parents' paws. She left the pack with her single pup to find a new life. (Idea: The killer of Tate is also the killer of Secret's pack.)

password ◇ beyond redemption 

☆ Finch ☆

mother ☆ Sabine

father ☆ Tate

rank ☆ pup

♤ Sköll ♤

age ♤ two and a half

gender ♤ brute

rank ♤ beta

crush ♤ none

mate ♤ none

pups ♤ none

history ♤ Sköll was born to a lone couple of wolves. The environment he grew up in was loving, despite the struggles they experience being without a pack. Sköll was raised to be a strong but caring brute and when his parents passed on, him and his siblings went their own ways, two deciding to continue the lives of loners and three, including Sköll going on with their lives with dreams of finding a pack. Sköll hasn't heard from his siblings since they went their own ways, but nonetheless, he is happy with life and will do what he can to help others be the same.

password ♤ beyond redemption 

calla

she watched him as he walked by her, he didn't have the faintest idea she was there yet. A wolfish grin appeared on her face as she watched him lay down. She slowly emerged from the shadows and went to the water to get a drink. She raised her gaze up to him and then back down to the water.

Calla

She looked in his direction, waiting a second before she replied "Im as good as it gets" She chuckled a little softly. she looked back down at the water, her reflection staring up at her was everything you would imagine in a warrior. her eyes had no sense of fear, only a gleam of courage and her body muscular and lithe. her white coat shimmered in the sunlight that shown through the tree branches, catching some of her fur and making it sparkle as if it were a diamond in places. She gently kicked a rock into the water, causing her reflection to ripple. She turned back to Skoll "How are you" Her tone was gentle and intriguing

• Name: Lorenzo

• Nickname: Ren

• Age: Three

• Gender: Brute

• Rank: The decision is really up to Ally. His rank doesn't matter to me, but I'm interested in healing.

• Rank wanted: Lead Healer

• Crush: None

• Mate: None

• Pups: None

• History: When Lorenzo was born, he was the runt of his litter and the only black one while the rest where lighter colors. Because of this, he was treated differently and did not receive love and felt unwelcome there, so once he was old enough, he left to find a better life.

• Password: Beyond Redemption 

• Name: Eva

• Age: Two

• Gender: Fae

• Rank: The decision is Ally's.

• Rank wanted: Warrior

• Crush: None

• Mate: None

• Pups: None

• History: Eva doesn't talk about her past.

• Password: Beyond Redemption 

• Looks: She has a rare set of eyes, pale blue.

Lorenzo

Ren's ears lifted to located the sounds he heard nearby, the rustle of leaves followed by the sweet smell of rabbit blood. He took a few steps forward and then he saw her, his alpha laying near a tree, enjoying a meal she had caught herself. He didn't stay in hiding for but a few moments, because he knew Secret probably knew he was there already and saw no point in it. The brute stepped between the trees and let the sun catch in his black coat. "Hello, Secret." Lorenzo bowed his head to her and a wolf is grin danced across his muzzle.

Eva

The fae's paws were planted firmly on the ground, scanning her surroundings, taking in every aspect of the area. Eva heard the crack of a twig behind her and turned quickly to see her prey frozen as it spotted her. The fawn was as big as she was, but far clumsier on it's legs because it was new to the world. The wolf lunged forward and let her teeth slip in the throat of the fawn, blood flowing out of the body and over her tongue, warm on the back of her throat. She heard the crack of the prey's neck under the pressure of her jaws and let the body fall at her paws, satisfied with herself.

(Note: Eva's post broke my heart because I imagined Serenity, my pet fawn, while typing it.)