Name – Twist
Age – 3 years of age.
Sex – Female
Appearance – A petite black she-wolf with a large white splash on her chest. She has gorgeous, piercing ice blue eyes with white fur surrounding her paw pads and a splayed forepaw. She has nothing left of her tail but a slight stump, as well as missing half an ear and blind in her left eye.
Personality –
I Am An Inferior Creature
Twist is a very apologetic wolf, however is mostly silent. She believes herself to be unworthy of anything save abuse, due to many things in her past. She is very soft and gentle, completely unwilling to cause pain to others or even threaten them in any way. She is hardly one to stand up for herself, and will not for anyone else either. She is a lowly wolf who succumbs to anything that may happen to her. She has no care for raising her rank, and finds no happiness in life. She believes she deserves everything any wolf does to her, save kindness. She is a highly humble wolf who will never look anyone in the eye. She has a huge soft spot for pups, however, and will take any chance to spend time with them.
Biography –
I Am Ashamed Of My Past
Twist was born into a pack of love and kindness, one who had no Omega and a council rather than a single Alpha. They believed everyone to be equals. Until the wolf with the abnormal paw was born, a wolf foretold that would bring an end to their very existence. They shunned this wolf, abused her until her blood covered all of their paws and her fight was beaten from her. They named her for her defect, for the very thing they despised so much. She learned to obey all, that she was the very bottom of their family. That she was unwanted, would never fit in. Her mother, father, and siblings were killed immediately after her birth, and she was given nothing but ground bone power mixed with water for nutrients, hence her tiny size. Her tail was ripped from her body as a punishment for looking at the pack's dinner, and she learned she could do not but stare at the ground until the pack went to sleep. At night, she would perfect her hunting skills, and howl to the moon in her own beautiful, sorrowful song. When the earthquake struck, she believed this to be was was foretold. That it was her fault her pack had perished. She found new wolves... But she doesn't think she can ever trust a pack, though perhaps she could do so with an individual or two.
Would you like to be considered for Alpha? – For this particular character, no thank you. She is in no way dominant enough for this position. She would be much better suited for Omega or a rank of the like.
Other – Rusty <3
Sample RP (either hunting, fighting or relaxing) –
Twist eyes the herd of deer, her intense gaze locked on a single fawn, her one cloudy eye rather unsettling. She knew that even if she could manage to catch something, it wouldn't be her's. Another member of the pack, a higher ranking member, would take it. She would be lucky if she could gnaw on the bones. If this pack was anything like her birth pack, that is. She didn't know a single wolf here, however she knew how packs treated deformities. The small wolf stalks through the tall grass, downwind from the herd. The fawn was right in the edge, the mother turned away and watching in the wrong direction. She was just within striking distance, when the buck let out a loud warning call and the herd bolted. Twist let out a snarl of frustration, launching into the fray and managing to snatch another fawn who's mother had already fled the scene. She holds it by the throat, breathing loudly through the flesh clenched between her jaws. She slowly gets to her paws, dragging the young deer back through the cloak of green.

(I hope this is satisfactory. And I also hope it at least makes sense >.>)

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Jay - I like it ^^ You're accepted. Twist seems like a very interesting character :3 I look forward to seeing her in the rp. I love your writing style, it's just what I was looking for; a combination of detailing actions, thoughts and moving plot forward. Once I've slept I'll be writing up my own character form :P Would you like me to list her as omega immediately since it's not a position that needs to be gained?

Edit : I've just added another rule. Two characters max per person until I've seen how well you can keep up with writing for all your characters :3

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Thank you! I'm so glad you like my style and would accept me into your interesting RP. I would indeed like it very much if you could put her in the omega position real quick.

Alright ^^' Then I suppose I could make a more dominant character. Though I probably shouldn't do that right now haha. I'm rather irritated with a few people who refuse to read a bolded, italicized, capitalized rule xD On another site though, almost all of Lioden is fairly wonderful with rules.

Again, thank you so much! I'm super excited to be able to RP.

You'll probably find that my usual manner if speaking is normally different from my RPing :P I'll most likely be a lot more of another excitable, silly human being with a good sense of humor.

Edit: I deeply apologize for any misspellings/typos. It will get better once I get a new laptop, and an actual phone. I used my old phone way too much and it no longer charges, and then my old laptop generally just refuses to connect to proxy servers xD Currently I'm on my iPod. I'll be getting my phone in a week or so, and laptop when school starts up again. My iPod enjoys the pastime of throwing typos that make me appear to be completely illiterate at times, however I promise you that I am nothing of the sort. -glares at electronic device-

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Alright, adding her as an omega ^^ That's the joy of RP, I'm very different in RP to OOC. I also only really write formally when I'm in character so OOC I'm a lot like you described :P I look forward to doing this RP with you (and hopefully more people). I'll start working on the RP thread in the morning and probably open it up for RPing when there are three or four of us so we have a nice starting number

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Yee, I think everyone tends to write more formally while RPing. I'm starting to wind down on my RP speak a bit now haha. Now while just chatting, I shall no longer sound like a deranged dictionary! I honestly can't wait to start either. I think it'll be so much fun! I really sounds like an awesome RP.

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Name – Remington
Age – 4
Sex – Male

Appearance – A fit, muscular male wolf, his pelt is of Blue Merle color. Odd, but just how he was born. From his throat to under his belly is white and his eyes a very light blue making him appear blind. His fur is very sleek, but has a fuzzy wolf mane around his head and neck. His tail is also quite bushy. Image reference for visual:
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Personality – Very cunning, charming and sweet. Sometimes can be a little naive to show off, but very protective and caring. Sometimes wishes to be alone to gather himself and take in the surroundings.

Biography – Remington was born in the dark part of the forest where many creatures refuse to enter. His mother was as gentle as any other female wolf would be, but his father was feared by any. He was black as night, with gleaming red eyes. His personality towards his mother though was sweet and childish so they became mates and after trying for 4 years Remington was born. His coat is very odd and unique for an unknown reason, but is beautiful all the same. He plans to be an alpha one day and have a beautiful mate and plenty of pups of his own to raise.

Would you like to be considered for Alpha? – Yes, please

Other – Rusty <3

Sample RP (either hunting, fighting or relaxing) – Remington's ears flickered all around as he was ducked down behind a bush watching a herd of deer grazing. He has been prowling for three days now looking for food so he tried to keep his growling stomach silent. What silly deer they had no clue he was there, all the better for him. Remington started to softly creep out from behind the bush and got into his pouncing stance, right as the head buck of the herd noticed him he leaps out of the foliage cover and sped off after a doe. She was a fighter, she just would not give up until fifteen minutes into the chase got to tired to keep going and could not outrun Remington anymore. He bit into the doe's side pushing her down and finished the kill by biting deep into her neck closing her airway. Dinner has been served. He licks his muzzle please with his killed, he lifts his head high in the air and releases a loud deep howl calling out to any nearby wolves.

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May I reserve beta female, only for a short period of time until my phone is charged? :3

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Hello, I have a character name Echo. The reason I'm telling you this is because I am personally asking if he would be allowed within this RP. Here is a short reason as to why I have to ask: Echo is a bit odd, OK very odd. When he was a bit younger Echo made the severe mistake of eating several Yew berries, which are highly poisonous to animals. After days of disorientation, fever, convulsions, and constant vomiting Echo came back to himself, but not the same as he was before. Echo is a highly confusing individual, constantly speaking in riddles that make no sense, going off on completely random tangents and often times speaking to things that aren't there. He tends to wander off a lot, but always makes his way back.

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Question: When you say this is a realistic RP, how realistic does the appearance of the wolf have to be?

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Name:Dementris
Age:3.8 years of age
Sex:Feminine|Female
Appearance: Mod removed image due to lack of source.
Personality:Dementris is a more dominant being, giving her a more threatening attitude towards others.She tends to consult all issues with conflict, depending on the matter, but occasionally will give the indivual a moment to explain themselves.She is very intelligent and considers herself a quick thinker and problem solver.She portrays these aggressive attributes only towards those who lack the benefit of a bond, or friendship with her, and even then, she's not the sweetest piece of candy out there.Dementris is still a loyal companion, no matter what horrible thoughts her fellow pack members think of her.
Biography:Dementris was born a rogue, discovering early in life that life is harsh and not something easy to cope with.She was the first born out of 4 which is where she gets her dominant being.Growing up, she had more advantages at learning new skills and being loved on by her parents, leaving the others to live a life of jealousy.When she reached the adolescent stage, Dementris's mother had died of old age and her father soon after.Her brothers and sisters stuck together, chasing her out because of their jealousy.Spending roughly a month or two striving on her own, nearly starved, the odds were in her favor when she discovered a pack who reluctantly accepted her, and is where she strives today.
Would like to be considered an alpha-Currently not interested
Other:Rusty <3
Rp example:Dementris was focused on the herd of elks grazing carelessly on the wide open stretch of grasslands.She had been watching them for a while, trying to pick out her next victim.She has noticed a younger calf which was staged in the heart of the herd.Splitting them up was gonna be a difficult task for a lone wolf, especially if your aware of the damage that the elk can inflict on you.Padding out from her cover, she rushed towards the center of the herd, spooking a young bull and causing the rest to follow his pursuit.Taking advantage of the calf's struggles to keep up, Dementris went for it, only to be blocked by its mother.Growling, she snapped at its legs, barely avoiding a kick to the cranium.Starting to get irritated, she rushed around the cow elk, managing to strike one of her back appendages.She once more went for the calf, being thrown off.After what seemed like hours, the cow gave in and left her calf reluctantly to go find the herd.Dementris rushed forward after the calf, aiming her strike at the rump to bring it down.She struggled to hold her grip as it struggled, finally taking her shot at its throat.Once her ivories dug into the furry flesh, it was only minutes before death met its eyes.Dementris threw her head back, letting out a howl of victory before feasting on her catch.

(Appearance coming shortly and apologies for long post, I try to Make a good first impression.^^)

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Debating wether or not to join this RP. it's very interesting, but sometimes I post really long, then I post the minimum allowed. sometimes I can go into detail, and sometimes I can't. I may be joining, but I may not, if that's alright with you?

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Name – Banshee
Age – 3 years
Sex – Female
Appearance – Banshee stands tall, a tuft of snow white sleek fur. Her body held in a confident yet protective stance at almost every angle you view her at, however something is off. Her ears are perked at every moment of the day, flickering and moving much like a cats would to hear anything she possibly can. Once you scout around you see it, her eyes a stunning and 'eye catching' sight. Bright blue yet you can see the clouding in them. Obviously blind the wolf doesn't appear so in how she looks when it comes to her actions. Her tail is fluffier than average as well as having 'feathers' on the back of her ankles.
Personality – While she is not overly dominant Banshee is a confident and very clever wolf. Her mind is quick to think when it comes down to stressful situations and she can even come up with out of the box ideas to free herself as she can't do it in any normal form. While she can be extremely stubborn and has a hard time listening to others tell her what to do, she will end up doing it anyways. Very headstrong and pushy its easy to get annoyed by Banshee, however she has been told she is a beautiful girl and knows how to use that to her advantage.
Biography – She lived the normal pup-hood, as normal as you can consider. Being born blind wasn't exactly easy on Banshee or her family. While they still adored their daughter they didn't put much effort into caring for her, assuming she was useless in the end anyways. However with time she learned to protect herself and even sometimes hunt from her older brother. Proving herself didn't exactly tide over well once everything went to hell. Yet to this day Banshee still dreams of raising her own family and showing others than no matter your disability you can overcome it anyways.
Would you like to be considered for Alpha? – I don't believe they would follow after a blind wolf, however she isnt useless and would easily be able to hold her own in a higher up position.
Other – Rusty <3
Sample RP (either hunting, fighting or relaxing) –
She stood tall and proud, sightless eyes locked on something unknown to anyone who might be looking at her. Ears flickering as she listened to the chirping of the birds in the distance. Those weren't exactly what the wolf was looking for, however where the birds were there was bound to be something grounded she could snag. So with a leap forward the glimmering white wolf made her way, using the feeling of the ground and how loose the soil was as a guide of where she could run. Unlike most, Banshee kept her ears perked forward as she moved, determined to catch even the slightest sound of movement.
Suddenly thats when she locked on, paws dug into the dirt, claws gripping as if it were vine. She pounced to her left, jaws locking down on what she only knew was a small fluffy creature. Without so much as a squeak she lifted her head, proud of her catch, and move off to a grassy area to settle. Running her nose along the creature she nodded to herself. "Rabbit.." Banshee muttered softly to herself, lifting her head only to take a breath.

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Name –
Azazel (Azel)
Age –
Six Years, Six Months
Sex –
Male
Appearance –
Azazel (Mod removed image due to lack of source) has bright amber eyes ringed in light cream fur. This same cream covers his body only to be tainted with the black and rust colored accents. The black tipped hairs cover his back and top of head, with a wide band wrapping around his neck. Two dark rust stripes run down from the corner of his eyes, almost giving the appearance of tear stains. The backs of his ears and top of his muzzle has this same color, only diluted. Azazel is long legged with a lower muscle mass than most males, though his thick fur makes him look just as muscular. What he lacks in strength, he makes up for in speed and agility.
Personality –
Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ ʜᴏʟᴅs ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴅᴇsᴛᴀʟ sᴏ ʜɪɢʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ. Wʜɪʟᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀs ɴᴀʀᴄɪssɪsᴍ, ʜᴇ sᴇᴇs ɪᴛ ᴀs ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ. Iɴ ʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ʜᴇ ɪs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ. Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ's ᴜɴᴅʏɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ, ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ʜɪs sᴜᴘᴇʀɪᴏʀs ᴏʀᴅᴇʀs. Tʜɪs ᴍɪxᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ sᴄᴜғғʟᴇs. Tʜɪs ɪs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴀs ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ. Wʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪᴛ's ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴏʀ ᴠᴇʀʙᴀʟ, ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴜssʟᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ sᴛʀᴇss ʀᴇʟɪᴇғ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʟғ. Iғ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʟғ ɪɴsᴜʟᴛs ʜɪᴍ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴄʟᴀᴡs. Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ ɪs ғɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜʟʏ ᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜɪɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏᴛɪc. Pʟᴀɴs ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴅᴇᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜᴍᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴍɪɴᴅ, ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ғᴇᴡ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟs, ɪɴ ғᴀᴄᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅs. Tʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴏɴᴇs ʙᴇɪɴɢ: ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ (ᴇxᴄʟᴜsɪᴠᴇʟʏ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ). Sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ ɪs ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ Aᴢᴇʟ. Aɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜɪs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ɪs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ sᴇᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪs ғɪxᴇᴅ. Hᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ɴᴇᴀᴛ ғʀᴇᴀᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴇsᴛ. Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. Tʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ ғɪɴᴅs ᴅɪsʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, ɪs ɪғ ʜᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsʀᴜᴘᴛɪɴɢ. Hɪs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʀᴇᴅᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢ ǫᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ɪs ʜɪs ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ sᴀɪᴅ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ. Tʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ sʜɪᴘ-sʜᴀᴘᴇ (ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ), ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢғᴜʟ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇs. Hᴇ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅᴇsᴘɪsᴇs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀs. Wʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴛ, ᴏʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ʙɪʀᴛʜ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ. Hɪs ᴏʟᴅ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ᴏғ "Pᴜᴘ Sʟᴀʏᴇʀ", ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍʟʏ. Lᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ, Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ ᴄᴀɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴛs. Tʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.
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Dᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ʙʟɪᴢᴢᴀʀᴅ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀ ʟᴏɴᴇ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴡᴏʟғ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ sʜʀɪʟʟ ʏᴇʟᴘ ᴀs ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ʀᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ. Aʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴇᴅ ᴛᴡᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ, ʏᴇᴛ sᴛɪʟʟʙᴏʀɴ, ᴘᴜᴘs. Hᴇʀ ʜᴏᴘᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀᴀᴘɪᴅʟʏ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴘᴜsʜ sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴘᴜᴘ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. Tʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴘs ᴄʜᴇsᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛs sᴛɪʟʟɴᴇss ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴇ-ᴡᴏʟғ's ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ. Fʀᴀɴᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ sʜᴇ ʟɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ's sʟɪᴄᴋ ғᴜʀ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜᴍᴘ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ʜɪs ᴛɪɴʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟ. A sᴏʀʀᴏᴡғᴜʟ ᴄʀʏ sᴘɪʟʟᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡʟ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋɴᴇᴡ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. A ᴘᴀɪɴ ɢʀᴇᴡ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀʙᴅᴏᴍᴇɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ғʟɪᴄᴋᴇʀ ᴏғ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ. Gᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇss ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴇ-ᴡᴏʟғ's ᴇᴀʀs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴏғᴛ ᴄʀʏ. Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ sɪɢʜ ᴏғ ʀᴇʟɪᴇғ sʜᴇ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄʀᴀᴡɴʏ, ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴘᴜᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜsʜᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴛᴜᴍᴍʏ. A ғᴇᴡ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴘ ᴡᴀs ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ғᴀsᴛ. Hᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ ᴘᴜᴘ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ. Tʜᴇ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴ. Sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪᴍ Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ ᴀs sʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ. Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅ sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘᴜᴘ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢʀᴏᴡ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs "ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ" ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʟʟ. Wʜᴇɴ Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. Sʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴡɪɴᴋʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ɪɴғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏᴜs. Hᴇ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴏʟғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ ʜɪs ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ (ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ). Tʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴏ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴀʀʙʏ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɴᴋs ғᴀɪʀʟʏ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴀʟғ ɴᴏᴡ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴘᴜᴘs. Tʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜɪs ᴘᴀᴄᴋᴍᴀᴛᴇs ᴇʏᴇs sʜɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. Tʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sʜɪɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ. A ғʟᴀᴍᴇ ʟɪᴛ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ, ʜᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ ᴄᴏᴜʀsɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪs ᴠᴇɪɴs. Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴍɪɴᴅ. Wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴘ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ᴏʟᴅ, ʜᴇ sɴᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ ᴏɴᴇ. Hᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғғ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғʀᴇᴇᴢɪɴɢ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ's ᴛᴇʀʀɪᴛᴏʀʏ. Wɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴘs ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ ɢɪᴅᴅɪʟʏ. Tʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ʀᴀᴘɪᴅs ᴄᴏᴜʀsɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ sᴛᴏɴᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ. Tʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴘs ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀʟғ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇʏᴇs. Sʟᴏᴡʟʏ Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ ᴘᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴘs ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ, ʜɪs ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ɴᴏᴡ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ. Nᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴘ's ᴘʟᴇᴀs ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴅɪsᴛɪᴄ ᴛᴜɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴜɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ. Oɴᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ, sᴡɪғᴛ ᴘᴜsʜ sʜᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɪᴍᴍɪɴᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. Tʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ sʜᴏᴜᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ʜɪs ᴅᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ sᴀᴛɪsғᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ. Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ᴏғ ғʀᴀɴᴛɪᴄ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs ǫᴜɪᴛ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs, ᴀʟʟ ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀғғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴍᴏʀᴇ sᴘᴇᴄɪғɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. A ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ʜᴏᴘᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏʟғ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ ʜɪs ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏʀ sᴋɪʟʟs. Sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴀʙ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʙʏ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ғᴜɴ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. Tʜᴇ ɢᴏʀʏ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs ᴏғ ʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғᴀᴄᴇs ᴄᴏɴᴛᴏʀᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ᴏғ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ, ᴅɪsɢᴜsᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪᴏɴ. Hɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴀs ʜᴇʀ sʜᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴀɴɢ ɪɴ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ. Aᴛ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ "Pᴜᴘ Sʟᴀʏᴇʀ" sᴛᴜɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ. Hɪs ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴀᴛᴇs ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ sʜᴏᴜᴛs ᴄʟᴏsɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀs Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ's ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ɢʀᴇᴡ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ. Pᴏᴜɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪs ғʟᴇsʜ, Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ ᴀs ʜɪs "ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs" ᴅᴜɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ. Kɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏғғ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏғғ sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sʟɪᴘ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜɴ. As ʜɪs ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴀᴛᴇs ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴀsʜ ᴏғғ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴇʟᴛ sʜɪᴠᴇʀs ʀᴜɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴘɪɴᴇs ᴀs ʜɪs ᴄᴀᴄᴋʟᴇ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴏғғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇs ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʀᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ. Aᴢᴇʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ, ᴍɪʀᴀᴄᴜʟᴏᴜsʟʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ʙᴏᴅʏ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ɢᴀsʜ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀsᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴛᴀɪʟ, ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪs ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴜɴᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪs ʟᴇɢ. Fᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʏᴇᴀʀs, ʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅs ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. Fᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sɴᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘᴀᴄᴋs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴘᴜᴘs. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏʜ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʀɪᴇs, sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғᴀᴄᴇs, ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴜʟsᴇ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ғᴀᴅᴇ. Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ.
Would you like to be considered for Alpha? –
I doubt he would be considered for the alpha, but if you want to make him one feel free.
Other –
Please excuse all the small caps. I'm recycling one of my favorite old characters and this is the only form of his I could find. If it's a problem I could re-type it. Rusty <3
Sample RP (either hunting, fighting or relaxing) –

Dʀɪᴘ, ᴅʀɪᴘ, ᴅʀɪᴘ. Tʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ, ʀᴇsᴏɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɪʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏɪsᴇ. Tʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴘɪʟʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ, ʜɪɢʜʟɪɢʜᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜᴇɴ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴛᴏɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜs ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ ʙᴏɴᴇs. Tʜɪᴄᴋ, ᴅᴀᴍᴘ ᴀɪʀ sᴇᴛᴛʟᴇᴅ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ. Wʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴀs sʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡ, ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ʜᴏʟᴇ. Tʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴇɪʟɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴀɴ sᴛᴏɴᴇ. Wᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ʜᴀᴅ ᴘᴏʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴍᴏᴏᴛʜ sʟᴀʙs. Bᴏɴᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴀᴛ ᴘɪʟᴇ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴘɪʟᴇ ᴏғ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ sᴛᴏɴᴇs. Sᴏғᴛ ᴍᴏss ᴄʟᴜɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴅᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴅɢᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ. A sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ᴘɪʟᴇ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ.

Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ's ᴇʏᴇs sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴀᴅᴊᴜsᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴍ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ғɪʟᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ. Rᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs sɪᴅᴇ, ʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜɪs ʟᴇɢs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀɪᴅ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. Tʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʏᴇᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛɪғғɴᴇss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴄʟᴜɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ. A ʀᴀᴜᴄᴏᴜs ʏᴀᴡɴ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀʙᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏғғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴠᴇs ᴡᴀʟʟs, sᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ. Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴘᴜsʜᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴜᴘ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴘᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ. Usɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴀs ᴀ sᴘᴏᴏɴ, ʜᴇ ʟᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ. A ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs ɴᴏsᴇ, ᴄᴀᴜsɪɴɢ Aᴢᴇʟ ᴛᴏ sɴᴇᴇᴢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴘᴇ ʜɪs ᴍᴜᴢᴢʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴘᴀᴡs. Hᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ ʏᴇsᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ, sᴏ ʜɪs sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ ᴡᴀs sᴛɪʟʟ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ʙʟᴏᴀᴛᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ᴍᴇᴀʟ. Lᴀʀɢᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴘᴀᴡs ᴛʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ.

Dᴀʀᴋ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴇʏᴇs sǫᴜɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Tᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, Aᴢᴀᴢᴇʟ ғᴇʟᴛ ʜɪs sᴇɴsᴇs ғɪʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴇɴɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ. A ᴛᴡɪɴᴋʟᴇ ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ᴘʟᴀɴs ғᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ. Lᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɴᴛ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ. Hᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ғʟᴇx ʜɪs ᴄʟᴀᴡs ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀʟʏ ɪɴ sᴏғᴛ ғʟᴇsʜ. Oʜ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴏғ ʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ sᴋɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴᴇs. Iᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ ᴘʀᴇʏ. Jᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ sᴡɪғᴛʟʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʏɪɴɢ ɢʀᴀss, Aᴢᴇʟ sʜᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴜᴍᴘs ᴏғ ᴅɪʀᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ᴘᴇʟᴛ. Tʜᴇ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴡᴏʟғ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.

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Name: Elihu / The New Night

Age: 2 years of age

Sex: Male

Appearance:

Elihu is a rather large and strong young wolf for his age. It is rumored that his family was one of the last descendants of the great dire wolves. He stands 34 inches tall and weighs about 115 pounds on a healthy diet. He currently weighs 80 pounds due to poor hunting, and his lost pack. He has a very thick fur coat, the fur of which is very soft, sleek, and shiny. He has large gleaming white teeth and strange white nails (a trait passed on to him by his late mother).

Elihu has an onyx fur coat. He has white-gray socks on his feet, which streak up his foreleg, getting progressively darker as they fade into his pelt. The fur on his chest, tail, ears, muzzle, and face is tipped with silver, and he has tiny silver specks along his coat. Elihu also has three strange markings on his forehead. In the center of his head is a pale-silver flame-like mark, and there are two similar, although smaller, markings on either side of the one in the center. The fur on his head is often ruffled. The underside of Elihu's eyes is very pale, a mix of grey and white.
Elihu has piercing silver eyes, which are very bright and contrast nicely with his fur. His eyes are flecked with emerald and gold.

Elihu has a very noble face and athletic physique. He radiates loyalty, thoughtfulness, and analysis. It is common for him to look upset, troubled, or sad. He is soft-spoken, and his voice is best described as breathy and modulated.

Personality:
Elihu is a very thoughtful, courteous, and empathetic wolf. When wolves need to talk to someone, they come to him. His loyalty, love, and devotion to his alpha knows no bounds. He dreams of becoming a beta male. He prefers staying behind the scenes of events within the pack and making sure that things get done. He does not endorse fighting, but will not hesitate to throw himself in the face of danger if a pack member is at risk. He believes himself to be the advocate, the guardian, and the protector of others around him. He is a perfectionist and works hard to achieve the goals he sets for himself, be it hunting, fighting, or even love. This perfectionist mindset can come into conflict with those around him when he tries to force his standards upon them. He has often gotten into fights with those around him when they do not meet his standards. He has a unique sense of humor and can be very dark, cynical, and sarcastic. However, he can also be surprisingly immature, especially around pups or adolescents!

Elihu is very quiet, solemn, and reserved, and usually won't speak unless spoken to. Some think he is shy, or proud, but really this is simply because he has nothing to say or doesn't know what to say. He is not skilled in conversing with others and often fears his status in the pack, even though he is usually a highly valued member. When he speaks it is usually for a reason, and most wolves will perk up their ears to catch what he is saying. Elihu struggles with his emotions and can sometimes fall into fits of depression or anxiety. He will sometimes disappear for hours on end, and return sometime late in the night. This is usually to avoid becoming stereotyped as a "crazy wolf" as he goes to seek the guidance of the Spirits around him. He is nervous around pups, because he fears that he will somehow harm them. In general however, he is a very optimistic and happy wolf.

Enjoys Obeying his alpha, beta male status, patrolling, hunting, racing, playing (occasionally), listening to others, howling, talking to the Spirits.
Dislikes Pointless instructions from alpha, arguments, rebellions, fire.

Biography:
Elihu was born near the ocean, in a small cave in the freezing mountains of his ancestors homeland. The homeland of the great wolves, the rumored hunting grounds of the dire wolves. He was born to the alpha female of the pack, Keziah, and the renowned alpha male, Nohan. He and his three sisters were raised in the ancient ways of his pack, a strange and mystical set of customs that dictated his life up until his adolescence. He and his siblings were taught to care for all those who has passed on, protect the weak, honor the dead (be they prey or pack), and to speak to those passed on. They were taught of the Spirits around them, and how they guided and protected the living.
As he grew, Elihu began hunting, and sought out the strongest of beasts to satiate the hunger of the pack. He played with his sisters in the frigid waters and became a renowned young male. His father was considering him for the position of beta male. That is, until the summer came...and with the summer...the great drought.

The dry grass and twigs were not enough for the animals of the mountains, and they moved on down the coastline in search of more lush vegetation. The pack starved and lost half of its members, one being Elihu's youngest sister. His mother fell into a depression and became too weak to travel in search of food. The Spirits would not answer their calls, and the pack became miserable. One day, a storm was seen on the horizon, and the pack rejoiced at the scent of rain in the air. But something went horribly, horribly wrong. The lightning came before the rain, and set the forest ablaze. The terrified wolves were separated, except for Elihu and his mother. Until a burning tree collapsed and crushed Keziah before the youth's own eyes. Heartbroken, Elihu managed to escape the fire, but he was never the same. Nightmares of smoke and burning flames haunted the wolf for months. He became a loner, an outsider, searching for scraps of food and prey. He never his father, sisters, or any other members of his pack, again.

Eventually, he reached a small valley of fertile land and vegetation. He sought out the Spirits again and dreamed of happy times with his mother and father. He regained his strength and overcame his ghosts, arising to become a handsome and strong lone wolf. He could often be heard singing the songs of his pack during the night on the mountain overlooking the valley.
His gentle nature and kindness to the animals of the valley gained him a nickname The New Night , in honor of his black fur and good nature. When a fox kit died, he mourned it's passing with songs to the moon, when a sick deer collapsed by the stream, he brought it berries. He was the new night, a darkness not to be feared, but to be welcomed. The creatures of the valley began to grow accustomed to this strange, haunting wolf. Their instincts said flee, but their hearts were curious. He still hunted their kind, but he was respected, rather than hated.

However, his time came, and Elihu eventually left his solitude in search of a pack. He wanted a family, and began the search for his kin after the shocking earthquake ravaged the valley.

Would you like to be considered for alpha?
I think Elihu would be more suited for beta male, hunter, lead hunter, scout, or even a fighter position. I think he has some of the qualities of an alpha, but he prefers enforcing orders, not giving them. He's also still relatively young. I think it would be a bit awkward if he were alpha.

Other? Rusty<3

Sample RP (either hunting, fighting, or relaxing)

***Dream***

Elihu stumbled to his feet, his legs aching as he forced himself up. Dust filled the air and he coughed as some of it entered his lungs. He bared his teeth and growled menacingly as he watched Nobai. He was so tired of listening to the drivel coming out of this pup.
"Ha! You're such a weakling Elihu. You'll never catch the eye of the Spirits. Or your father for that matter. You're even weaker than your sisters!" Nobai snarled haughtily as he paced in front of Elihu. The thick grey-furred male was two months older than Elihu and swaggered around the clearing as though he actually owned the territory. "This is my father's territory, and he's your alpha. Don't walk around here like you own it." Elihu growled softly, lowering his head as he flashed his fangs again.
"I'm sorry, don't what? I couldn't hear you snow toes." Nobai snickered as he glanced pointedly at Elihu's white nails.
Elihu erupted. He was sure his veins were on fire as he launched himself at Nobai. He managed to throw the pup off balance and the two hit the earth with a solid thud! Nobai gasped as the wind was knocked out of him, and his eyes spun as he scrambled to stand up. He nipped at Elihu's paw, and Elihu leapt back as the sharp tooth ripped through his skin. Nobai snapped his jaws and then tackled Elihu as the pup nursed his paw. Elihu cried out at the sudden weight of Nobai on his back. Why did all of his packmates have to be so huge? He struggled to get up as the weight pressed down on his back. He cried out and whined for Nobai to get off of him, he was sure his spine was cracking.

Suddenly, smoke arose around him. The weight continued to crush him and he howled in terror as flames began to lick the dried grass in the clearing around him. He could hear a voice.

"Help me! Please, please the pain...I can't do it! It's too hot! I can't breath!" His mother's voice called from the edges of the forest.

"Mother! I'm, I'm coming! Mother I'll help you! Let me help you!" He struggled in vain to get up, his paws frantically scratching the dirt. He could smell blood, and burning flesh.

"Help! I can't breath! It's too hot! Please!" His mother shrieked.

"I'm coming, Mother." Elihu howled as tears streamed from his eyes.

Elihu awoke, covered in sweat. So much for a relaxing night's sleep. He sighed and put his head on his paws and gazed up at the moon. A single, glistening, tear stained his cheek as he attempted to forget the nightmare.

*I hope that was ok. If you want me to go with a set hunting, fighting, or relaxing scene I will, I was kind of aiming for a mix of fighting/relaxing here. I just thought this scene would be a bit more interesting. Also, I apologize for any misspellings or grammatical errors, but it's really late and I'm tired. ^-^ Let me know what you think of him!*

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Name – Blue
Age – 2.5
Sex – Female
Appearance – A large black female wolf (Mod removed image due to lack of source)
Personality – Blue is a loyal and friendly gal. But mess with her or her friends and she can turn in a matter of minutes
Biography – Blue is a rather large wolf from a small pack. Her family scattered when the earthquake began, her pack was not seen
since.
Would you like to be considered for Alpha? – Yes, I'm willing to put a packs needs before my own.
Other – I'm a veteran role player and currently role playing as a lion in a group.
Sample RP (either ''hunting'', fighting or relaxing) – From Wolf Pack RP:

Ashley

Having woken up from a nap.
Ashley opted to find the pack and bring them to the kill.
With more than enough meat to go around, the pack would be fine.
Setting off from where she initially made the kill, Ashley back tracked until she found her scent marks from when she started out. Soon enough, Ashley found the pack waiting. Approaching with caution, Ashley spoke.

My apologies, pack members. I was up early and had gone out for a stroll when I found some reindeer. I managed to kill one that still has enough meat on their and enough for everyone. I can take you guys to where I hid the kill out of shy of predators.

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