Welcome to my page of beasties =) Here is a quick overview of my wolves and their, um... accomplishments?

Bane: [click to find]
Name:Bane;; Gender:Brute;; Species:Wolf;; Age:5;; Alliance:Rebel
Quiet | Determined | Stealth


Duma: [click to find]
Name:Duma;; Gender:Fea;; Species:Wolf;; Age:4;; Alliance:Dreamer-Shifter
Unstable | Ravenous | Unrelenting

Rive: [click to find]
Name:Rive;; Gender:Fea;; Species:Wolf;; Age:3;; Alliance:Loner
Patient | Reserved | Endurance

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Name: Duma | Gender: Fea | Species: Wolf | Age: 4 | Alliance: Dreamer: Shifter

Physical description:
The fea wears hues of pale silver and black. Her bodice lean, sleek, powerful. Her long shanks are white, leading into the silver coat she carries upon her muscled torso. An onyx line has been traced down her back, streaked down shoulders and haunches. Long tail followed suite, mimicking the colors of her bod. Cobalt blue orbs peer out from a finely sculpted cranium, their cold gaze often apt to jump shades. Looking at the beast, no one could tell the disease held her form with an inescapable grip. Every marking, every pattern, every color was a long practiced deception.

Personality:
Duma has become a moving infestation of the disease, out to literally feed her addiction. Long years of patient control had given her the skills necessary to survive, yet that control unwinds a little bit further with every hunger pang she suffers, every kill she makes. Those moments of thrill when your running with your target, when you launch your attack, when your maw squeezes their throat in a death hold, that ultimate satisfaction of staying the cravings for just a little bit longer, they weigh more and more upon Duma’s mind, suffocating that small part remaining, clinging to sanity.

History:
One of a large littler, the small beastie seemed normal for all intents and purposes. Their mother had breathed a sigh of relief, hiding her own weakness was hard enough, never mind hiding the disease of several puppies. After a time, the need for hunger over came them one by one, spreading all the while. When one is provided lemons, make lemonade. And oh, did Duma make lemonade. When one is willing to eat what she did at such a young age, it shouldn’t be put past her to repeat doing so. In that act she committed, the young she-wolf ingested unusually large amounts of the disease, speeding the process of converting to a full shifter. An intense focus enabled her to have control over her color tones, the one stroke of luck she had, for it was extremely difficult to go undetected when one is walking about roughly the color of a ladybug, or of the sky when one is stalking prey.

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Name:Orox | Gender:Brute | Species:Wolf | Age:3 | Alliance:Dreamer

History:
Orox descends from a large pack, and he, being part of the unwanted litter of a beta female, was not fussed over, nor very much cared for. There had been a brother and sister. The brother took ill and was soon left motionless. For a long time, the undersized sister attempted to keep with the pack, however was driven away, the older wolves not wanting to bother with such a low ranked, weak, female. Not long there after, Orox could no longer take part in the insensitive acts, and stuck out on his own. Endurance became his life. He out endured the prey he stalked and ran after for days at a time. He out endured hunger that clawed through his stomach. He out endured the simple thought of ‘why?’

Personality:
The shifter mutation has only affected Orox’s looks, apparently the rest of him doesn’t taste very good. Though not particularly strong nor out spoken, the brute holds his beliefs close and will be hard pressed to trod upon them. He tends to be out going, eager to meet other wolves, even if he isn’t planning on hanging around for too long. Confrontation isn’t high on his list of things to do, rather he attempts to avoid it whenever possible. Yet, if it does somehow manage to get him, Orox has never run from a fight. Running is his profession by nature as he tends to lack brute force, it provides him with food and bears him safely away from other wolves’ issues. Yet, of all his traits his favorite is a reckless lust for life.

Physical description:
Orox has a long lean look to him, a build that is typical of his parents pack. A base coat of silver wraps about most of his body, fading away into pure white upon legs and face. A black dorsal stripe has been etched down the entirety of his back and flows into his tail. Several vertical onyx stripes grace his body, two minute ones stretching across the bridge of his nose, three run up his shoulders and back down the other side, and two more repeat the pattern further down upon his haunches. The brute’s eyes are forged of a piercing ice blue. Three deep scars race over one eye socket, the result of a poor choice in animals to bug.

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