Banshee || Female || 3 Years || Undecided

Shaking out any dust that may have collected in her pelt due to her travels a small grin took place on Banshee's expression. With a barely noticeable bow she accepted her placing, below him though not much. As times went on it almost seemed as though the wolf could in fact see the creature in front of her, though in all honesty she did this only to try and make it so they didn't take her blindness into consideration. "That is very kind of you to say, though I at times wish I myself could see it." She said, pulling herself up out of the subtle bow, tail swaying to and fro.
"You wish for a traveling companion though I find it hard to believe a smooth talking brute such as yourself would be traveling alone as it is. However, I believe I will take you up on your offer as I dream of finding myself a home once more, finding a life, finding a family." Banshee cut herself off there, shutting her hazy eyes to take in a deep breath, slowing the drumming in her chest. She would never admit it, but the showing of another wolf brought some true excitement back into the gorgeous wolf's life.
She didn't exactly need the protection but she was going off into unknown territory and alas if she were going to be there it would be nice to have another there to defend and protect her. It also wouldn't hurt to build a relationship with this male, as it could in fact get her places. If he were to become the alpha of a new pack he would know he wasn't useless, she wouldn't become and omega simply because of her lack of eyesight.
"If I come along with you however, you must promise you will not treat me as though I am a useless pup. I never expected you to, however I am used to such treatment that I feel it needs to be said." By this point Banshee had settled herself quite close to the male, her eyes locked on the forest beside them.

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Shaya|Female|3 Years|Omega

The earthquake had made no impact on her whatsoever, other than to tell her she was to move along. Shaya's red-brown fur was glistening in the sun as she moved off from her old, collapsed, den. The red wolf had a deformed paw and spine, but she was still quite a pretty female. However, this female was paying no attention to her footsteps. The bad paw caught in a tangle of poker vines and brambles, and she barked loudly in pain before quieting herself.

The paw was stuck. Trying to pull it out yielded no result, and she whimpered. It stung, and Shaya could feel blood running down it. She let her ears lay back and sat down, trying to work through it although her spine was hurting and her paw was too. A female like her would never find a mate, not with her defects. She was unlovable. Not even her mother had wanted her.

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Remington || Male || 4 years || Undecided rank
Remington's Face Remington's Body(more muscle though)

Remington stood calm and didn't seemed at all worried. "Luna, what a pretty name. I am Remington Lone wolf of the dark woods. How about we start at the beginning of helping you out there, stay here lass". He turned away from Luna walking a couple trees away and started digging and kept going, the cool dirt he dug up started cooling him down as he dove his snout into the ground and lifted a carcass of a fawn out of the hole. He trotted back over to Luna dropping the carcass in front of her then backed up again and nodded, keeping his chest out. "Please eat and regain your energy, so that you may tell me more of this place you call, Valley of Hope"

Remington quickly got distracted when he heard someone else approaching. He lifted his nose high in the air and smelled another wolf coming their way. "Luna, another wolf is approaching, have you anyone that followed you?" Remington deeply growled to himself hoping that there wasn't trouble arriving just because he was helping an innocent pup. Right when he was mumbling to himself he saw a female wolf trotting right towards him she had colored paws a her face was of a unique pattern. She seemed clean and it was plain to see that she was not as bad of shape as Luna. Once she started talking to him his mind ran blank he was listening, but yet he really wasn't until she mention Valley of Hope, and asked to come with him. "Hello there, my name is Remington what might yours be? It is odd that two wolves have come to me in one day, and both mentioned the Valley of Hope.... what might this Valley of Hope be, and where? I have never heard of such a thing, in fact have never met another wolf before until today and I have met two!" As he stood there looking her over he saw Luna and wanted to know more about this place called the Valley of Hope.

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Dementris|Female|3.8 years|Omega

Noticing an unusual colored brute and a young pup, Dementris walked forward, approaching the pair with a confident gaze.Her darker shaded paws were tired but she kept standing, wanting to seem strong incase they decided to consult her with violence.Her olive orbs turned to the carcass that the pup was feasting on, quickly redirecting her attention on the hybrid in front of her.

Dementris stood to her full height before speaking"Greetings, it seems as though you two have gotten caught up in this disaster as well?"She spoke with confidence, not letting a pause or mistake ruin her sentence directed at the two.

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Dementris|Female|3.8 years|Omega

Noticing an unusual colored brute and a young pup, Dementris walked forward, approaching the pair with a confident gaze.Her darker shaded paws were tired but she kept standing, wanting to seem strong incase they decided to consult her with violence.Her olive orbs turned to the carcass that the pup was feasting on, quickly redirecting her attention on the hybrid in front of her.

Dementris stood to her full height before speaking"Greetings, it seems as though you two have gotten caught up in this disaster as well?"She spoke with confidence, not letting a pause or mistake ruin her sentence directed at the two.

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Luna|Female|1 year|Pup

Flattered by his compliment she smiled and the ground and looked up at him as he told me to wait here and trotted off to a tree in the distance. I watched him as it seemed he was digging a tunnel to another world, until I noticed him take something out of the hole. It smelled like old flesh, and well sure enough it was, but Luna had not eaten in so long so she didn't care. She looked up at Remington as he dropped it down to her. "Thank you, Remington I owe you my life for you have just saved mine. I will sure enough tell you about the Valley of Hope once I have finished this carcass you have so kindly given me." Luna then quickly growled and dug her teeth into the soft, tender flesh devouring it piece by piece. Once Remington noticed that another wolf was approaching she was not worried at all, she felt protected and safe around him so she ignored that there was another wolf present and talking to him. Once she finished eating every last bit of the flesh on the carcass she rose and licked he muzzle clean. She faced the female wolf waiting for her to reply to Remington's questions.

As she stood the beside Remington in contact with this other wolf Luna barked out loud and started growling she saw another wolf with a bright red pelt in the distance come there way. "Remington, another wolf, how odd is it that all of them are making it your way. I am telling you there is something truly special about you."As she said that she kept watching the wolf in the distance, imagining a pack and family forming.

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Lyall || Male || 3 Years || Underermined Rank

Lyall smiles, listening to her slight rambling a and regulation of travel. Banshee seemed nice enough, and he was sure she wasn't completely incapable. She could care for herself, and he felt no need to treat her otherwise. He nods, then quickly realizes that she could not see in gesture. "Of course. I wouldn't think of treating such a capable wolf as yourself in a way that would make you feel like less if a wolf. Just because you can't see doesn't mean you are useless in any means." His words roll smoothly off his tongue, though not to the point of arrogance. He was simply confident.

"As for being alone, I have, er, had a pack. I was in line to be the Alpha. I would have been appointed today, in fact, but the earthquake came and that was it. They're all gone now, dead and all that. Hard to believe that entire packs could be taken out edits the sun had even fully risen, isn't it?" He muses aloud, bright amber-orange eyes staring off at a point elsewhere, glazing over slightly.

He shakes his large head, the look gone. "Anyway, we should probably eat. I have two rabbits just a few steps into the forest which I caught this morning. They were meant for my sisters, but I don't think carcasses eat. Unless they do, in which case I think I may be horribly mistaken." He jokes lightly, as though his loss didn't matter. Which, in fact, it didn't. Life went on, and no amount of grieving would ever bring the dead back to the present.

Twist || Female || 4 Years || Omega

Twist pricks her ears, a sharp, painful cry ringing through the stillness of the forest. She rushes towards it as quickly as a half-blind, tailless, splayed-pawed wolf could manage. She lets out a sharp breath as she spots another wolf, and quickly dives into the nearest bush. If she had learned anything from her years of torment, it was that she could never trust a wolf. She pokes her head out slightly, and her eyes begin to soften. This wolf wasn't like the others. She had a slightly twisted back, a very painful looking paw, and was stuck in a patch of thorns. This wolf appeared to be another omega.

Twist slowly creeps from her hiding place, towards the wolf. She approaches low to the ground, as close as she could get to being flat. She keeps her head bowed, eyes on her paws. "D-do you need any help? I doubt you will from a lowly wolf such as myself. It would be a shame to be helped by an omega such as myself." Even if this wolf was of the same ranking, Twist had long learnt that she was unneeded and highly disposable, and to be aided by her was something that would result in becoming an omega in her old pack.

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Shaya|Female|3 Years|Omega

Shaya froze, nearly cowering. This wolf was an Omega like herself. "Y-yeah. I-I need some help." Stupid stutter, she thought. It ruined everything. "I just- I just wasn't looking and m-my bad paw..." She ducked her head in painful embarrassment. "You don't need to grovel, really. I'm of no higher rank than you..."

This one must be an Omega too, right? Her paw was splayed- it reminded her of her own. Half-blind, she could tell by the eyes. But that tail. That was not a birth injury, it was torn off. She felt bad for her. Probably an abusive pack. At least Shaya had been alone, and not abused by her family. "I-I am Shaya. Shaya Phansi."

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Banshee || Female || 3 Years || Undecided

With a soft rumble in her throat, not one that was much of a growl but more like a cats purr, Banshee nodded. He is a smart one, knows what to say when to say it. Not bad. Her thoughts flowed like a river through her mind, a constant movement, never ending but always going somewhere. Shutting her eyes she smiled and bounced towards the thicker part of the forest.
Well then darling we might as well get something before heading out then. I want to get there as soon as possible, who knows who else will be there!" Excitement was clear in her voice as she pranced along, her steps while careful, made her body move in a way much like a snake. She seemed to slither right past trees just before she ran into the stump. It was how she could tell something was in her paw, the pads on her paws could tell once the soil seemed to loosen around a trees roots. As soon as Banshee felt that she moved out of the source, avoiding the pain of running into a tree, however now she seemed to just know the forest.
"I had a family once. A brother, mother, father. My parents named me because they thought I'd be dead within the first few months of being here. She fed me of course, though they didn't teach me how to survive, my brother did. He saw potential and he taught me everything our father taught him, stuck with me up until that bloody earthquake tore us violently apart.. Well tore him." her voice wavered a bit at that comment, however she stayed on track, shaking her head a bit. "Enough about this heartbreak though, on to the future where we all bring in our own life and thrive right?" Banshee laughed softly, eyes locked on the ground as she moved.
"Not that I'll ever be able to correctly have a family."

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Velvet || Female || 4 years || Undecided rank
Velvet’s appearance

When Remington introduced himself, the silky pelted femme grinning at him, stepping forward confidently as her flirtatious personality came out. She couldn’t help that many suitors had made her very confident in her appearance and virility. ”Remington,” she tested the name, ”What a unique pelt you have, it really is quite lovely. My name’s Velvet, and it’s truly a pleasure to meet you both.” She spared a glance for the youngster, dipping her head at the female.

She flicked her tail playfully and sat down, pleased these strangers didn’t seem hostile. For just a moment her usual self was appearing; the confident, flirtatious female who loved to be surrounded by bodies. For now she could cast aside the tragedy that had happened to her whole family and get to know some new wolves. She listened as Remington continued to talk, her face morphing into one of utter shock. ”You’ve never met another wolf before today?” she tilted her head, the idea so foreign to her, ”How have you survived until now?”

The topic changed to the Valley of Hope and Velvet perked up, tail wagging for the first time since the earthquake. ”Luna, you’ve heard of the Valley of Hope too? I’m so glad! It’s a story that’s passed through generations of my pack. I have no idea where it is, only that it’s a very long way away from here. It’s a safe haven, rumoured to be a paradise for wolves. Of course, I don’t believe a paradise exists, but maybe this valley of plentiful prey does.” Either way, she thought to herself, it would be better moving somewhere than staying in this place. A tiny woodland couldn’t sustain one wolf for long, let alone three.

She let out a small laugh at Luna’s words. ”Special indeed,” she muttered, looking Remington up and down with appraising eyes.

(I’m not used to playing flirtatious characters so this is a challenge for me XD wanted to try something new though)

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|:|Male|6 Years Old|Undecided|Talking to: Himself and Previous Alpha|Current Location: Old Densite|:|

A gleeful yip bounced off the surrounding trees as the lithe male took in the destruction. Death. It's smell had woven itself into the bloodsoaked moss that littered the den floors. It was perfect, absolutely perfect. Nature had finally sided with him, and Azazel realized he had been chosen. "The Gods have spoken, I am the new prophet!" For months now the wolf had been stalking his old pack. How mercilessly they had betrayed me, and yet they have now been shown my misfortune. After they had chased him from their territory, he prayed daily in the hopes that someone would answer him. When he finally received an answer in the form of the death of every wolf to have embarrassed him, he believed.
"Oh gracious Gods, hear my plea. Show me the way to new playthings. It would be oh so boring if I was left to only my devices." Azazel had never been one to show respect to another thing, but he knew he lacked the power of nature. So far. He believed that the Gods would only listen to those they found worthy. Of course, himself being the finest wolf to grace this forest, was listened to daily. They had even replied, often having conversations with him late into the night. One of their many promises was that if he kept up his dire acts, they would make him into one of them. Just the thought of immortality and everlasting power made his heart race. A racking cough sounded below the splintered stump that once made the main den. He could remember sneaking in at times and watching the higher ranked wolves fall through the many stages of sleep. Their soft breathing, and unknowingness of his presence made him feel the power he knew he deserved. Stepping roughly onto the bodies that had now lost their warmth, Azel made his way towards the sound. The dens that he had once laid in sunk in the ground, burying some of their more unlucky inhabitants. Grass that once flourished, was now trampled flat against the ground. The packs rush to leave had been cut short by the trees that had been felled.
Another happy yip left his muzzle as he picked up speed towards the stump. The cough sounded again, and Azazel was finally greeted with the owner. It was the lowly wretch that had called himself the alpha. "Please," He was cut off by a wheezing sound that was no doubt connected to the wood that had punctured his chest, "help me." The tall wolf stood looking down on the wolf who had called him evil. At first, all he could do was stare. How dare such a lowly creature look upon my beauty and ask for my forgiveness? His straight mouth curled into a snarl as he thought this. The alpha's eyes widened in fear as the lightly colored wolf stalked forwards. Bringing a large paw down, Azel began to crush the older male's windpipe. The choking and gurgling that soon followed brought the sparkle back into Azazel's eyes. His tail waved happily behind him, and a satisfied snarl left his mouth.
Lowering his head so that he was on the same level, he spoke softly. His words falling onto the dying wolf's ears like leaves from a tree. "Say hello to the gods for me." With one last labored breath, the alpha's heart slowed to a halt. Raising his head, Azazel turned from the disgrace of a leader and loped towards the exit. Time to find a new home. A crooked smile grew on his lips as began his hunt.

{ Oops, sorry not sorry for being a bit dramatic. What can I say, I'm a fan of the dramatics. }

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Remington || Male || 4 years || Undecided rank
Remington's Face Remington's Body(more muscle though)

Remington felt over whelmed noticing the females before him were actually feeling happy around him. Hearing Velvet's remark on how did he survive without meeting a wolf until now upset him a little, as he got a little upset he growled under tone to himself as his upper lip of his muzzle twitched a little. "I have been fine by myself, I wouldn't say it has been prime living but not hard. When both your parents die when your young and your left to live on your own in the darkest and most rejected place in the forest you learn quick to take care of yourself and that making friends can hurt more than being by yourself could." His facial expression on the outside showed a sorrow deep inside he didn't want to share, but he was great at keeping his feelings and emotions hidden so that he wouldn't get hurt. "Now this Valley of Hope, any idea at all where it might be? I mean you would think it would be in a secluded, bright, pleasant spot right? I bet you I could get us going in the right direction, before my father had died he said he had gone to a part of the forest that was so different the grass was greener, the land flourished with life, waters were crystal clear where fish flourished. He said it took him two whole years to get there it was so hidden that he found it by accident. Could that be the place you are both talking about?"

He glanced at Luna and back at Velvet, "Thank you by the way for complimenting me on my pelt. I was so caught in the information I was rude and forgot to thank you." He nodded his head at Velvet trying to recover from his early remark that seemed a little rude after he said it. Then he looked up and turned to the wolf that was near the group that introduced herself. "Hello, I am Remington, this is Luna and Velvet we have just met and I am guessing were going to travel together, what might your name be? You can join us if you please" He looked at her waiting for answers.

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Luna || Female || 1 year || Pup

Luna sat straight up trying to make sure she looked her best in front of Remington and the older females. Even though she was a pup that needed help that doesn't mean she is useless. She would be great at hunting if she was taught, she would be smart if shown right from wrong. She would have to be taught things, but that wouldn't be hard to do if you gave her the time. She couldn't help have her attention drawn to Remington off and on because of his pelt, it was so stunning it was as if it was made to attract females or something. She would need to stop though she was to young to be a mate to such a stud, especially one like him, and she was to young to even think about having a mate yet. Luna shook her head, why was she feeling this way her hormones were going off the chart, but who could she ask she didn't feel that comfortable yet to ask the females what was going on with her, but she felt strange. Luna letting the older wolves talk decided she would clean her pelt to make herself not look so mangy.

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Dementris|Female|3.8 years|Omega
Dementris acknowledged the group of 3 before speaking her name"I'm Dementris."She looked at Remington, studying his odd colors before releasing her gaze."The large feminine took a seat, feeling relief grow into her sore pads."If you guys don't mind, I need a break, I've been traveling for days now."She sprawled out on the grass, stretching out her sore appendages and body.Her muscles were showing through her pelt, though they seemed weak thanks to her lack of food.Her nearly black muzzle stretched open, a yawn escaping her powerful maws before she rolled onto her torso, resting her head on her paws.

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|:|Male|6 Years Old|Undecided|Talking to: Shaya & Twist|Current Location: Forest|:|

The soft pattering of rain falling on the ground softly stopped, but the grey clouds overhead remained. Bright rays of light broke through the coverage and managed to highlight the forest floor below. On one side a steep slope led to an outlook that many animals used for a vantage point. The other side was what felt like a neverending forest. Evergreens shot up and above him seemingly touching the sky. Ferns and other ground foliage grew closely together almost completely covering the rich, brown soil. A few rocks were scattered about, sticking out of the mix of greens and browns like a sore thumb. The almost inaudible crunch of dead, wet pine needles caused a mouse to scurry into its burrow. Overhead the birds who had remained flew from branch to branch of the few trees that had remained. Their happy chirps and songs annoyed the tall male. Looking up at their playful antics, he let out a warning snarl. This sent most of them scattering, though the few who had remained fell quiet. Humming in happiness, he continued to try and smell his way towards others.
A muffled noise of something caught his attention from his right. Turning his head to face the noise, the hushed voices of what sounded like two females greeted his ears. His tail hung limply, but had slowly begun to wag at this discovery. The meandering pace he had once held turned into a rushed walk. Casually weaving through the thick underbrush, he soon came face to face with the owners of the voices. They definitely looked younger than him, but they weren't in as good of shape. Though he had refused to believe just how thin he had gotten over the years without a pack, he still saw himself as perfection. Their disfigurements made him believe they had been Omegas before the earth shattering sign. From their current position he knew he could take the both of them out easily. Patience, the Gods whispered in his mind, show restraint our earthbound son. Perhaps you can achieve a higher status with the low-lifes standing before you. Azazel realized just how smart the Gods themselves were and decided now was the perfect time to test his acting ability.
"I am Azazel, the merciful." His words were dripping in confidence and caused his mouth to contort into a forced smile. "I see you've gotten yourself into quite the predicament. I can help you, if you agree to be my ... companions if you will. I wish to find a new pack as my old one is now..." Azel trailed off hoping to win over the females with the charm he thought he had. The male hung his head low as if he was completely devastated by their deaths. His eyes met theirs as he looked up from below his lashes, waiting for their responses.

{ Just to be clear, Azazel is only talking to himself. The Gods don't exist, he just wants them to. }

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