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Can I have multiple Wolves, though?
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That is one sad Pup story. ;_;
That okay ~~ ?
Name: Accalia ''Snowflake''
Gender: Adult
Age: 6
Power: Wind. Accalia can manipulate the wind around her body, making her able to run incredibly fast, jump incredibly higher than normal and strike with deadly precision.
Description:
Personality: Accalia is a calm, soothing wolf. It is very rare to see her get excited about anything, mainly because she has incredible composure. This wolf also has incredible wits when it come to situations needing it and is able to devise a plan in almost any kind of circumstances. Accalia is methodical not just in hunting, but in all aspects of life either it be when choosing a mate, asking something or striking down a prey. Despite the fact that it may make her look like a cold being, Accalia is also very gentle and kind when it comes to interacting with members of the pack, especially those she might appreciate more.
History: Accalia was born with, surprisingly, pure white fur. Her father's fur was a dark brown, and her mother's, close to black. It had been a shock to her parents who thought she was doomed from the start, for with such fur how could one hope to hunt without being spotted let it be in the day or in the night. As Accalia grew up, her parents were quick to discover she was in tune with the wind around her. It was something that happened more often than one could think, to see a pup with special talents, though it may disapear after growing up. In Accalia's case, like with some others, her talent remained and she learned to use it with great effect. Soon, the white wolf was able to jump to greater high than any other regular wolves. She also ran faster than both her parents, who were great hunters. Her mastery of the wind even allowed her to direct her body better, making her sharp fangs or claws hit with deadlier precision and devastating strength. Her parents were relieved that she had such incredible talent, for her future was now safe.
Just as her parents foretold, Accalia became a great hunter among the pack. Her powers allowed the wolf to be noticed by senpai by the pack and she soon was promoted to Lead Huntress. With her composure and wits she was able to devise great tactics for hunting down any kind of preys, and her powers allowed her to lead the hunt with great effectiveness.
Father: Hanta
Mother: Luna
Rank/Position: Lead Huntress
Pack: Dark Woods pack
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Name: Styrke, literally ''Strength''
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Power: Styrke is incredibly physically strong, but it is nothing supernatural. He grew up to be larger than most males and his restless training was what gave him such power.
Description:
Personality: Stoic. This word is enough to describe pretty much anything one need to know about Styrke. He endured any possible kind of pain, physical or emotional, life threw at him without showing any kind of weakness to others. Styrke speaks of strength, under all it's forms, as the single most important thing in life...and live his own accordingly. Styrke always push others to train hard and train himself even harder. Surprisingly, he does not enjoy the thrill of the hunt as much as many would think, but he rather enjoy the feel of battling a strong prey or even a fellow wolf gone rogue, as it happened before.
History: When Styrke came into this world, his mother was already dead from giving birth. His father, Strio, was a great warrior himself. Styrke was in the care of the Pup watchers, like all pups, but his father was bent on raising his progeny to be as fierce as himself and follow in his footstep after his death. Styrke was trained hard, and restlessly, to become the wolf he is now.
Eventually, Styrke's father perished during a hunt gone wrong where a rampaging bear tried to steal the fallen prey of the pack. Welcoming the challenge, Strio intervened and fought the animal, and won, but also received fatal wounds. The warrior was brought back to the den in hope of being saved, but it was too late. Styrke could, however, listen to his father's final words and these were what always pushed him forward ever since that day. He not only followed in his father footsteps, but did better. NOw the Beta of the pack, Styrke intend to use his position to better protect the pack from all threat by pushing the young to trust in their strength, so that the whole pack become one unstoppable force.
Father: Strio
Mother: ?
Rank/Position: Beta
Pack: Dark Wood Pack
Name: Accalia ''Snowflake''
Gender: Adult
Age: 6
Power: Wind. Accalia can manipulate the wind around her body, making her able to run incredibly fast, jump incredibly higher than normal and strike with deadly precision.
Description:
Personality: Accalia is a calm, soothing wolf. It is very rare to see her get excited about anything, mainly because she has incredible composure. This wolf also has incredible wits when it come to situations needing it and is able to devise a plan in almost any kind of circumstances. Accalia is methodical not just in hunting, but in all aspects of life either it be when choosing a mate, asking something or striking down a prey. Despite the fact that it may make her look like a cold being, Accalia is also very gentle and kind when it comes to interacting with members of the pack, especially those she might appreciate more.
History: Accalia was born with, surprisingly, pure white fur. Her father's fur was a dark brown, and her mother's, close to black. It had been a shock to her parents who thought she was doomed from the start, for with such fur how could one hope to hunt without being spotted let it be in the day or in the night. As Accalia grew up, her parents were quick to discover she was in tune with the wind around her. It was something that happened more often than one could think, to see a pup with special talents, though it may disapear after growing up. In Accalia's case, like with some others, her talent remained and she learned to use it with great effect. Soon, the white wolf was able to jump to greater high than any other regular wolves. She also ran faster than both her parents, who were great hunters. Her mastery of the wind even allowed her to direct her body better, making her sharp fangs or claws hit with deadlier precision and devastating strength. Her parents were relieved that she had such incredible talent, for her future was now safe.
Just as her parents foretold, Accalia became a great hunter among the pack. Her powers allowed the wolf to be noticed by senpai by the pack and she soon was promoted to Lead Huntress. With her composure and wits she was able to devise great tactics for hunting down any kind of preys, and her powers allowed her to lead the hunt with great effectiveness.
Father: Hanta
Mother: Luna
Rank/Position: Lead Huntress
Pack: Dark Woods pack
-- --- -- --
Name: Styrke, literally ''Strength''
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Power: Styrke is incredibly physically strong, but it is nothing supernatural. He grew up to be larger than most males and his restless training was what gave him such power.
Description:
Personality: Stoic. This word is enough to describe pretty much anything one need to know about Styrke. He endured any possible kind of pain, physical or emotional, life threw at him without showing any kind of weakness to others. Styrke speaks of strength, under all it's forms, as the single most important thing in life...and live his own accordingly. Styrke always push others to train hard and train himself even harder. Surprisingly, he does not enjoy the thrill of the hunt as much as many would think, but he rather enjoy the feel of battling a strong prey or even a fellow wolf gone rogue, as it happened before.
History: When Styrke came into this world, his mother was already dead from giving birth. His father, Strio, was a great warrior himself. Styrke was in the care of the Pup watchers, like all pups, but his father was bent on raising his progeny to be as fierce as himself and follow in his footstep after his death. Styrke was trained hard, and restlessly, to become the wolf he is now.
Eventually, Styrke's father perished during a hunt gone wrong where a rampaging bear tried to steal the fallen prey of the pack. Welcoming the challenge, Strio intervened and fought the animal, and won, but also received fatal wounds. The warrior was brought back to the den in hope of being saved, but it was too late. Styrke could, however, listen to his father's final words and these were what always pushed him forward ever since that day. He not only followed in his father footsteps, but did better. NOw the Beta of the pack, Styrke intend to use his position to better protect the pack from all threat by pushing the young to trust in their strength, so that the whole pack become one unstoppable force.
Father: Strio
Mother: ?
Rank/Position: Beta
Pack: Dark Wood Pack
Can I join this? o_o and if so, a few questions. Will we have access to any manner of speech between one another or do we keep this silent?
Also, XxLyraxxX, please don't see me as a stalker. xP
Also, XxLyraxxX, please don't see me as a stalker. xP
There, I posted too! Hope it's okay as well. I don't especially like taking too many things for granted, and moving your character, but I felt like it was necessary to make things go forward. :x That okay with you?
The king, Osric, looked back at his daughter with a grave stare. The man was known for his seriousness in all situations, and despite anything that was being said about these barbarians, the situation was grave indeed. With the civil turmoil happening in the neighboring kingdom of Mercia, war might be on Northumbria's doorsteps and these incursions were the last thing the king could have hoped for by far. He knew that the princess would have many questions, but it was neither the time or place to address them for he had much to attend to. Nevertheless, the king reached out and lovingly put his hand on his soft daughter's cheek. ''Every time I leave, I am scared to never see you again my sweet daughter. You must have questions, I know you, but you will have to excuse this old man for I have many things to attend to for now.'' After these words, the king turned to the prince before going on. ''Coric, take care of the princess for now. I need to attend a war meeting. Once you are done, I expect to see you there. Waste no time.'' and he took off, followed by two of his personal guards as well as a few advisers.
Coric stared as his father left the room, only to turn to his sister. They have had the time to wash off before the servant came to the princess with the news of their return, but the prince had a wound on the cheek that was bound to leave a scar. He looked upon his sister with a smile. ''Dear sister, how worried you must have been. Come, let us walk.'' Without leaving her the choice, he took her hand and lead her to a door on the left of the throne leading to a large corridor. The prince did not speak at first, instead leading her to the gardens of the castle. There had been a time where the gardens were full of life and beautiful flowers, but it was not the case anymore. Not as much as it used to, anyway. Their mother, the Queen, had always been taking care of this place but...after her tragic death the place began to fall apart. Coric still loved to come here when he wanted to be at peace. ''You would have many questions, right sister? Every time we leave it is the same. I have to tell you the stories of our travels.'' the prince said, laughing lightly. He sat down on a bench made of polished rock and sighed. ''Well, we did not travel far this once, which is scary in itself. The enemy was at only half a day's walk, close by a small village to the south east. ''Blythe, these brutes that we fought...they were not like anything I have seen. They fight as if the devil was chasing them. They seem to never tire, as if they were thirsty for battle, unafraid of death. There were women among them, too. They fought like raging beasts, equal to any of the best warriors I had ever seen. The one you seen was the one who wounded me...'' he said as he caressed his cheek with a finger ''...she would have killed me if not for our father.'' The prince stood back up and tried to reassure his sister with a smile as best he could. ''I have to attend the meeting. Promise me, sister, that we will see one another tomorrow and celebrate our victory today? I look forward to it. For now, I bid you a good evening and a good night, Princess.'' and he simply took off, leaving Blythe with herself.
Sigrid had never seen such buildings, entirely made of stones. Soon after she was brought before the obvious lord of the place, the shield-maiden had been brought down below to a small and cold cell, where she had since been left to herself. The woman had seen the three faces she needed to remember. The king, his son and now...his daughter. The culture of her people was all about honor and strength. It was custom to answer insult and disgrace by revenge, and expected if one was to be respected. Her people had known victory today, but she had been personally defeated. Once she could escape from this cell, Sigrid would seek a way to exact vengeance for it. She knew her men would remain loyal and wait for her, so she only had to find a way to get out for now.
Coric stared as his father left the room, only to turn to his sister. They have had the time to wash off before the servant came to the princess with the news of their return, but the prince had a wound on the cheek that was bound to leave a scar. He looked upon his sister with a smile. ''Dear sister, how worried you must have been. Come, let us walk.'' Without leaving her the choice, he took her hand and lead her to a door on the left of the throne leading to a large corridor. The prince did not speak at first, instead leading her to the gardens of the castle. There had been a time where the gardens were full of life and beautiful flowers, but it was not the case anymore. Not as much as it used to, anyway. Their mother, the Queen, had always been taking care of this place but...after her tragic death the place began to fall apart. Coric still loved to come here when he wanted to be at peace. ''You would have many questions, right sister? Every time we leave it is the same. I have to tell you the stories of our travels.'' the prince said, laughing lightly. He sat down on a bench made of polished rock and sighed. ''Well, we did not travel far this once, which is scary in itself. The enemy was at only half a day's walk, close by a small village to the south east. ''Blythe, these brutes that we fought...they were not like anything I have seen. They fight as if the devil was chasing them. They seem to never tire, as if they were thirsty for battle, unafraid of death. There were women among them, too. They fought like raging beasts, equal to any of the best warriors I had ever seen. The one you seen was the one who wounded me...'' he said as he caressed his cheek with a finger ''...she would have killed me if not for our father.'' The prince stood back up and tried to reassure his sister with a smile as best he could. ''I have to attend the meeting. Promise me, sister, that we will see one another tomorrow and celebrate our victory today? I look forward to it. For now, I bid you a good evening and a good night, Princess.'' and he simply took off, leaving Blythe with herself.
Sigrid had never seen such buildings, entirely made of stones. Soon after she was brought before the obvious lord of the place, the shield-maiden had been brought down below to a small and cold cell, where she had since been left to herself. The woman had seen the three faces she needed to remember. The king, his son and now...his daughter. The culture of her people was all about honor and strength. It was custom to answer insult and disgrace by revenge, and expected if one was to be respected. Her people had known victory today, but she had been personally defeated. Once she could escape from this cell, Sigrid would seek a way to exact vengeance for it. She knew her men would remain loyal and wait for her, so she only had to find a way to get out for now.
No problems at all! I loved every word in it, to be honest. I'll have to work hard to come up with something as good as that. ;P One question though. How do you trhink would Sigrid be able to kidnap the Princess? I had in mind it happened during the night where she flee her cell and stumble upon the Princess room. What do you say? If you agree to it, I will include a time skip after I made a post about the King and possibly the Prince.
''We go...West, through the seas and to glorious victories!''
Those words had echoed in the minds of all the warriors who hailed from the Norse town of Bravöllr for all the rest of winter, for when summer started came the time for raiding. All aspects of life was very hard in the north where those people, who would come to be known as Vikings, or Norsemen, originated from. They were master ships builder and they used those to launch devastating hit and run raid on any villages that had the back luck of being near a coast. It was the only way they knew to keep on living and gaining riches in such a hostile birth place. The Earl of Bravöllr had always lead his warriors east, along with the rest of the tribes, but the loot there was only becoming smaller and smaller. Very soon the need for more arose, but the man was too scared to take a definitive action. The Earl had a wife named Sigrid Torstendatter, a warrior in all rights and a very strong woman. She herself provoked her weak and fearful husband to a death duel, Einvigi, for the right of becoming an Earl herself. The woman won the duel and the loyalty of every man or woman in the town, as well as the title she fought for.
It was then that she spoke the words that everyone wanted to hear, for they had heard of an unknown land full of riches to the west, through the sea. They had the instruments to travel the endless sea now, and only a strong willed leader was needed to do so. Sigrid was exactly that. Soon the warriors bid farewell to their family and left for an unknown destination. The travel had been long and perilous, some men even lost their life through storms at sea or madness, but the ships, guided by Thor, eventually had land in sight. They had made camp and, immediately after, left for glorious battle. They had quickly found a small settlement and proceeded to sack it, murdering anyone in sight let it be men, women and children. The riches found were much more than anyone had ever imagined, and it is with encouraged minds that they left back to their camps.
The kingdom on which shores the Vikings had landed was known as Northumbria. It's king was named Osric and he was outraged at the news of this massacre within his own kingdom's borders. The Norsemen were no good news at all, and he had to act swiftly. He had asked his son, the prince, to gather a force with which he'd meet these savages...and meet they did on the outskirts of a town not so far to the east of the first sacked one. The Vikings were fierce warriors indeed, and the Saxons were defeated and forced to retreat...however not empty handed for they had caught what one of them described as the leader. They made their retreat back to Edinburgh, the capital of Northumbria, where the woman was brought in front of the king's court.
She was unlike any woman who lived on these lands. Sigrid's eyes were surrounded by black war paint and her hair, dirty with mud and blood from previous battle, were also braided in a way that was obviously meant for battle. He clothes was nothing like those of a high ranking person. Instead, she wore simple tunics under her leather armor of strange designs. The woman was questioned, but obviously could not speak the Saxon's tongues and she was then sent to a cell while deciding what should be done with her.
While in front of the king, Sigrid had noticed another woman standing close to him, to his left. The man she fought against on the battlefield was to his right, and the Shield-maiden quickly understood they must have been the king's daughter and son. Her eyes locked with those of the princess for a little while before she was brought away.
Those words had echoed in the minds of all the warriors who hailed from the Norse town of Bravöllr for all the rest of winter, for when summer started came the time for raiding. All aspects of life was very hard in the north where those people, who would come to be known as Vikings, or Norsemen, originated from. They were master ships builder and they used those to launch devastating hit and run raid on any villages that had the back luck of being near a coast. It was the only way they knew to keep on living and gaining riches in such a hostile birth place. The Earl of Bravöllr had always lead his warriors east, along with the rest of the tribes, but the loot there was only becoming smaller and smaller. Very soon the need for more arose, but the man was too scared to take a definitive action. The Earl had a wife named Sigrid Torstendatter, a warrior in all rights and a very strong woman. She herself provoked her weak and fearful husband to a death duel, Einvigi, for the right of becoming an Earl herself. The woman won the duel and the loyalty of every man or woman in the town, as well as the title she fought for.
It was then that she spoke the words that everyone wanted to hear, for they had heard of an unknown land full of riches to the west, through the sea. They had the instruments to travel the endless sea now, and only a strong willed leader was needed to do so. Sigrid was exactly that. Soon the warriors bid farewell to their family and left for an unknown destination. The travel had been long and perilous, some men even lost their life through storms at sea or madness, but the ships, guided by Thor, eventually had land in sight. They had made camp and, immediately after, left for glorious battle. They had quickly found a small settlement and proceeded to sack it, murdering anyone in sight let it be men, women and children. The riches found were much more than anyone had ever imagined, and it is with encouraged minds that they left back to their camps.
The kingdom on which shores the Vikings had landed was known as Northumbria. It's king was named Osric and he was outraged at the news of this massacre within his own kingdom's borders. The Norsemen were no good news at all, and he had to act swiftly. He had asked his son, the prince, to gather a force with which he'd meet these savages...and meet they did on the outskirts of a town not so far to the east of the first sacked one. The Vikings were fierce warriors indeed, and the Saxons were defeated and forced to retreat...however not empty handed for they had caught what one of them described as the leader. They made their retreat back to Edinburgh, the capital of Northumbria, where the woman was brought in front of the king's court.
She was unlike any woman who lived on these lands. Sigrid's eyes were surrounded by black war paint and her hair, dirty with mud and blood from previous battle, were also braided in a way that was obviously meant for battle. He clothes was nothing like those of a high ranking person. Instead, she wore simple tunics under her leather armor of strange designs. The woman was questioned, but obviously could not speak the Saxon's tongues and she was then sent to a cell while deciding what should be done with her.
While in front of the king, Sigrid had noticed another woman standing close to him, to his left. The man she fought against on the battlefield was to his right, and the Shield-maiden quickly understood they must have been the king's daughter and son. Her eyes locked with those of the princess for a little while before she was brought away.
There it is! Hope it's okay? I kinda wrote the first post in a different manner than I normally do. It's more of a summary of all that happened up to this point. Think you can write a post with that material?
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