“The water hears and understands. The ice does not forgive ”

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Appearance

“No one else moved like that. Like the world was smoke, and she was just passing through it.”
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Neither too slim nor too bulky, Kits'a attains an agile and swift build, with a willowy and poised frame that is held upon long legs, containing a height that quite resembles that of her sire. Much like her dam, her pelt is long and sand-golden, with a sleek, speckled overcoat of ivory and russet. Her almond-shaped eyes are brown, the color of caramel rather than maroon, both of which are lined with copper-hued fur. Her facial features are quite elegant and pleasant to look at, with russet and amber undertones and a long and slender snout. Although not seeming as muscular as many might perceive, with the dame being more speed-based, she is not weak by any means, with the same bite force as her sire. Kits’a has a long, elegant stride with a smooth and graceful gait, her paw-steps barely being heard in the cold winter months, her white and russet plumed tail skimming over the snow. Her voice is silky, and clear toned, with hints of honey-like sweetness in it. But when anyone manages to get her annoyed or mad, her voice becomes like shards of ice, as cold as the frigid northern winds that she hails from.

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Personality

"Scheming face? Definitely."
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Kits'a can be perceived at a first glance as quiet, taking time to maintain a relatively unapproachable outward appearance that gives her a dangerous yet elegant aura. She holds a lot of self doubt, often overthinking social situations. Which can often lead her to become her greatest critic, pushing herself to be as close as perfection as she possibly can be. Guessing her emotions is rarely easy, attuning to the fact that the dame refrains from showing her true emotions or thoughts in front of others in a public setting, or at least pretending to agree with whatever the other members of the group believe, even if her mind thinks otherwise. She is highly intelligent is constantly planning, with a sharp and witty mentality that not many know of. Kits'a often find the right wording to nudge someone into a certain direction she needs them to go in, making some dogs believe that the choice they made was their own, not from meddling, although rarely using it. She relies heavily on her mind instead of her strength in most situations, although occasionally utilizing it when needed.

Despite her cold exterior, the dame is actually very gentle and motherly to those close to her, mostly applicable to her siblings, or should she say sibling, comparative to the fact that Shadow all but forgot about their family, but she still cares for them, in the deepest corner of her heart. Other than those two, she does care for her pack, but sometimes doesn't know how to show it, except for around the pups. Kits'a is not in awe, nor agrees with the brutal way Isa runs the pack, and dreams of the day when it is ruled fairly and justly, but knows not to speak out, the example of Quillon engrained in her mind. Not many know of her feelings, for she rarely ever voices them. That being said, Kits'a does love her pack, the wellbeing of Insurgent perhaps second in her priorities, following orders silently but with care. With those she truly cares about, she can be seen joking around, or gently grooming and talking, albeit with an eye constantly kept trained on the area around her, which helps in her job, but gives her a hard time relaxing. Second chances are given out, but anything after that, she practically refuses giving out more, trying to keep from feeling too deeply or being persuaded yet again. But without that, she hopes she makes a good addition to the pack.
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History

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Kits'a was born during the height of Isa's reign, although as the offspring of loner parents, all Kits’a can remember about her earliest days were a warm, sun-eddied den, and nestling into her mother’s fur. Although like all newborn pups, blind and deaf, she could feel the rasp of a warm tongue grooming her, and the vibrations of squeaks that either came from her, or one of her litter-mates.
When she was two months old, she took her first venture into the world outside of the mossy den she had known for the beginning of her life, bounding around in the dew-speckled grass. Kits’a was the middle sibling of three in the litter, although she quickly took the spot of "leader" of the pups, leading them into different adventures around their den, but never anything that could or would put their small family in danger. Two months later, she was four months old, her eyes bright with excitement as she tasted freshly killed meat for the first time. But her perfect beginning ended quickly, the dangers of living in such a small place and family quickly caught up to them, something killing her father almost instantly when she was barely a month old, and killing off her mother when they were finally arrived at the city, leaving behind her pups in an unfamiliar world that they would quickly have to get used to.

As the six month old pups were quick to learn, the city was a strange and terrifying place for pups who spent the beginning of their lives in a lively forest, not being as scared of the world as they had to be.

Seperated from Shadow, Kits'a and her other littermate found themselves walking around the city, finally wandering into Insurgent territory, where they were finally accepted, and taken care of.

As a year passed, and the pups grew larger, much larger, and had their fur grow back in glossy and strong, they received their roles, and only then did they see their missing littermate.

Times had changed, yes, they very much had, but the two were excited to see them again, and for the first time in a year, they thought that things might get better. But when things started to get worse, they started to realize that the world they knew of, might just get bigger. But just as Kits'a would remember Shadow, it just so seemed that Shadow had forgotten their life before.

NAME:
Saint

GENDER:
Female

BREEDS:
70% Great Dane, 10% Doberman, 20% other breed

AGE:
4 years

PACK:
Loner

SEXUALITY:
Bisexual

RELATIONSHIPS:
(Currently none, feel free to PM.)

MATE:
N/A

FAMILY:
Teethis; A brother loner she was very close to, though she's seen very little of him for a very long time.

PERSONALITY:
Overall, she's a bit of a sarcastic goofball. She enjoys needling and teasing others, even gently bullying folks. She doesn't really understand 'sensitivity' of others, or why they'd be insulted by her well-meaning words, even if she goes too far. In that same vein of things, she thinks dogs who are too stiff or stoic are boring, and she cannot stand pessimists. She's willing to roll her eyes and call out anyone who gets too mopey on her and will try to 'gently bully' them into quitting their 'stick in the mud' mindset, in her own opinion, even if they're correct in being serious or stoic.

APPEARANCE:
An inky black Great Dane with perky ears. A small swirl of white rests on her chest. Other than her massive size, even for her breed, she is relatively unremarkable save a stub tail and a mangled scar around her hind rear paw wrist. Her muzzle is a little bit less floppy than your average Great Dane thanks to the bit of Doberman in her.

HISTORY:
Frankly, Saint grew up pretty alright, for a packless pup. Her brother and she were raised alongside a family of cattle dogs, having been found as mere infants. The fact her caretakers weren't her blood relatives never bothered her. Survival was survival, and she took it like a champ. Times were difficult, of course, but they got through, carefully skirting around the packs to avoid being sought out. Once her and her brother grew old enough, they split off from their previous 'family', wandering off on their own.
During this time, they had the very poor luck of crossing paths with a brown bear. They ran, of course. However, as they dove under a barbed wire fence, Saint being larger than her brother came back to bite her. Her hindquarters got stuck beneath the wire, and her struggling only allowed the barbed wire to tangle around her rear paw ankle. The bear chomped at her, and bit the majority of her tail clean off. This pain was enough to cause her to dash forward, and she managed to escape, charging after her brother. She healed up rather well too, scarring only her ankle.
However, this bear incident caused the two Great Danes to agree that traveling together was not the best idea for both their safeties. And so they split off, traveling separately and only occasionally meeting up. With all this time alone, Saint took an interest in the plight between the two packs, not yet making her residence known to them and yet delighting in watching their skirmishes.

OTHER:
Her voice is deep, and rumbling, like she's constantly got a sore throat. Her brother, Teethis, is infamous between the packs for stealing prey and being an instigator for issues.

NAME:
Monstrance

GENDER:
Male

BREEDS:
80% Pitbull, 20% other breed

AGE:
5 years

PACK:
Insurgent

RANK:
Delta

SEXUALITY:
Bisexual

RELATIONSHIPS:
(Currently none, feel free to PM.)

MATE:
N/A

FAMILY:
Braccus; His mother who lives far off. A good relationship.

PERSONALITY:
Despite his nature as warrior, Monstrance, or just ‘Monster’ is a kindhearted softy who’s a bit of a pushover. He is soft-spoken and sweet, taking the feelings of others far before his. He is deeply devoted to Insurgent, and vows himself to protect every single one of it’s members, even those he disagrees with morally.

APPEARANCE:
A fawny-colored pitbull so pale he almost looks white, his ears are cropped rather short. He’s stocky and average sized, with a missing lower right canine and a cropped tail. A bite scar wraps around the back of his neck, as well as the odd speckled scars of skirmishes he’s fought in. His eyes are a brown that turn amber-orange in the light.

HISTORY:
His other, a victim of dog fighting rings, raised Monster on her lonesome, nurturing and causing him to grow up to the strong, yet kindhearted softie he is currently. They traveled the Russian countryside together, thriving as they were joined at the hip. However, as a juvenile, he and his mother came across their own worst enemy; a wolf. His mother, experienced in such things, managed to chase one wolf off, but not the other. The creature managed to lunge at him, snapping it’s jaws around his nape and intending to throw him. But he managed to worm himself out, lurching forward and taking the wolf by the neck. In a stroke of luck, he managed to kill the wolf, earning himself the nickname of ‘Wolfslayer’ by his mother.
The entire ordeal had been seen over by a previous warrior of Insurgent, and he was impressed, inviting the young pittie and his mother to join him and his pack. Monster’s mother declined of course, but Monster was intrigued and joined, finding the pack a calming presence, though he never really got super close with anyone; just surface-level friendships, not helped by his slightly shy nature.

OTHER:
Being called ‘Slayer’ or ‘Wolfslayer’ often upsets him greatly, reminding him of his mother who he’d not seen for far, far too long.

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"I got here through delusions."

Name: Fiorello.
Gender: Male.
Breed(s): Unknown.
Age: 3 years.
Pack: None.
Rank: None.
Sexuality: Pansexual, Panromantic.
Voice: Steven Suptic.

Relationships:

Open to friends/enemies/etc.

Mate(s): None.
Family:
Unknown.

Personality:
Fearful. Fiorello is afraid of the past, afraid of the future, and afraid of all the things he can't remember. He gets panicked relatively easily, this panic fueled by sudden episodes of anxiety. He is mostly quiet, timid, and elusive when dealing with his own kind. It's not that he hates other dogs, just that he's unsure of how to deal with them. It would take quite a lot of time and effort to ever get him to come around, if he doesn't leave before then. He forgets things easily, and tends to have a hard time focusing on the smallest of tasks. This upsets him greatly, and he has a lot of self-doubt and self-loathing due to this, along with his other shortcomings.

He sometimes suffers from fits, mostly when he gets suddenly surprised or overwhelmed. These can range from fainting spells to full-on seizures, they're rare but frightening to witness. This, and some other side effects are caused by an unknown defect in his brain. He can be seen speaking to himself at times, reacting to unseen entities, or losing control of some parts of his body. His odd behavior is harmless, but tends to scare most canines away once they've witnessed it. These strange actions can be tracked all the way back to when he was a puppy, but has worsened significantly over time. In the beginning, he searched for a remedy to help. Sometimes approaching pack's healers, or even taking it upon himself to eat unknown plants when he was much younger. He quickly lost hope as they all failed. Now he's fully convinced that he will never find comfort, and so he's stopped looking for it.

Despite all of his faults he is amazingly resilient. He can adapt to situations rather quickly, as if his body is on auto-pilot. He's a skilled hunter of small prey, and does well for himself despite his reluctance to join a pack. He can, and will, lie to get himself out of a situation. Anything to keep himself from ending up at the teeth of a strange dog. This is only when he is cornered, as he typically will avoid strangers all together.

Appearance:

Tall and slim, he's around the size of your average greyhound but not as thin-bodied. He sports dark-coloured eyes, a stark contrast to his white coat. His skin is a shocking colour of pink, easily sunburned or bruised. His body is untarnished by scars, an unusual thing to see on a stray dog, let alone one who has spent most of his life on his lonesome. Around his neck is a sun-bleached red collar, a bulky grey-silver box hanging on it that tends to beep occasionally.

He is agile on his feet, but tends to lose balance in an odd fashion from time to time. He is fast, but weak. His condition is on the thinner side, and that is apparent with a simple glance. This means he tends to run away from his problems, as he should.

History:
TBA.

Other: The box around his neck is a gps that tracks his location, as well as the radiation in the area.
Theme:
Noah Kahan - A Troubled Mind
Des Rocs - Imaginary Friends

Art is mine.