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Altai

"Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge ,
I'm trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh,
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder,
How I keep from going under,
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder,
How I keep from going under...

"

I Am, Who I Am,

Name:: Altai
Nickname(s):: I have None
Age:: 5
Gender:: Brute
Rank Desired:: I am the alpha I take no command, but dish them out
Rank Given:: Alpha
Pack:: Karaima

Into The Looking Glass,

Species:: Timber Wolf
Appearance::
Standing at a distance Altai is a black wolf. AS midnight black as the night time sky. His features are so overly defined he looks like a pitbull. Tail long and thick, his legs stocky but long. Ears perched precariously atop his head. The perfect fighting mashine. Not a mark touches his body. But standing closer you can see the dark brown pools covered by pale lids. Light colored points, like his eyes spots and "arm pits". He has a long scratch on his hip, the fur covers most of it, only the ends stand out. Thick paws act like snow shoes and his massive snout holds razor sharp teeth. No one is perfect, Altai has a clouded eye. One brown pool is shrouded in a cloudy mist, since a pup this eye has in deed been blind....

Look Through My Eyes,

Personality:: Merciless. He has no end, the creativity of this wolf is unmentionable. He can take torture to a whole new level. Won't speak, your paws will be stuck in the ice atop a lake. He can pull the string of the mast difficult puppets. A brilliant grin holds an evil heart. He can seduce most faes with his grin and soft .. eye. Then in the blink of an eye be a merciless warrior. Don't cross him or you'll not live to do so again. Under the hard exterior and ever rougher interior is a weak core. Or so he thinks, crippled with OCD he cannot handle certain things. Sticks. If they are not neatly piled in a corner he must do so. Rocks in his land there is the springs, where he delivers every rock he finds, personally to it's "Home". Not even the adrenaline of a fight may stop the actions. He is also a buissness man, faes are only for bloodlines. He studies and pairs studs to faes, he can be generous and has a good eye for traits from parents to puppies. Over the years this has started the weaken, after seeing many good fae fighters no longer sexist brute. Sum it up he is a sarcastic, mean, and confusing brute. And he likes it that way:)
Theme Song:: Don't push me.... you know the rest:)

Nu Padeş Trecut,

Sire:: Deceased
Dam:: Lost
Siblings:: Deceased
History:: Born to nothing. His father was killed in a fight started over him. His mother died in labor and his sisters died inside his mother. Born in the midst of a battle the enemy of his sire stole him. He was raised like a slave. Forced to fight the other prisoner wolves. He was a killing mashine by the time he was a year old. Eventually over throwing the alpha of the pack when he was two. Most males in the pack were either killed or forced to flee.

Altai lived there for another year before handing the alpha position to his yearling heir. He was strong, good blood. Altai approved and rewarded the pup with a throne and faes. He wandered fighting and playing. He began showing a new side, a softer one some wolves still think can come out with the right kind of attention. He fell in love, stole his love and they ran. Soon she was captured and he was almost killed, forced to move on. His pups killed. The hard as stone and merciless side of him developed once more. Finding this place he felt it perfect to set up camp. Find good faes to produce good offspring and good males for good fighting.

Finding himself now he has lost his buissness mannor, more of a better spirit, but he can be a sarcastic son of a gun.

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Aro

"I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine,
I walk the line"

I Am, Who I Am,

Name:: Aro
Nickname(s):: I have none
Age:: 3 years
Gender:: Stud
Rank Desired:: Hunter;
Rank Given:: Hunter
Pack:: Quinat

Into The Looking Glass,

Species:: Wolf Species: Grey wolf
Appearance:: Aro is a handsome brute. His black-ish pelt is a mismatch of colors. Some parts or the deepest black while others are the softest white. Some are the color of the ocean sand. Paws are the clouds hue, a slight grey. Hackles and ribcage are the nighttime black. As is his head and tail. Yet his tail looks as if he slid it into paint by mistake, the very tip is dotted in a creamy beige. The rest of him is a tender sand color, you would expect to see the ocean following him on occasion.

Muscular is one way of putting Aro. He's strong enough to be the warrior of the pack, but he is displeased of the rank and will never take the position. Under a thick coat lays deep scars and one lays over his snout, from left side up to his right eye. Crossing over the tip top of his muzzle.

Look Through My Eyes,

Personality:: Arrogant in some ways, yet he would never be so around a member higher in rank then he. He has his wits about him and will serve as loyal as a dog. He hasn't the time to develop a good enough head on his shoulders to serve as an alpha yet though. Females seem to call his attention. Maybe not the best thing to do for a young wolf.

He is playful in certain time and a total flirt. He will make a joke out of anything. It's hard for him to keep his cool about anything other then fighting. He will flirt with any and every Fae in his pack, or not in his pack. Doesn't take orders well from a lower pack position, meaning if he's a lowered pack position then the beta he's not going to respect them, ALPHAS on the other hand, he will completely risk his life for. Maybe not respecting them, but loyal enough to never push it too far.

Fighting is something he will do if his or his packs life is at stake, but not something he would do in his free time. The idea of fighting irritates him, it's stupid. Fighting is for the cowards, who must bear their teeth at everyone. Raise their hackles to make themselves feel tough. He was tough, it rippled through his blood. The only son of an alpha male, yet he wouldn't fight for a spot in the top of a pack. He'd rather walk at the bottom if he had to fight for a spot, but without fighting he would take any spot he desired.
Theme Song:: I Walk The Line - ~ - Johnny Cash.

Nu Padeş Trecut,

Sire:: Argon ;; an alpha male in another land
Dam:: Unknown his sister raised him.
Siblings:: Gone.
History:: Born with alphas blood he was expected to do great things alike his father and his fathers father, but the young wolf would not. He wouldn't spare his litter mates for food. Not submissive, but not a fighter. He was defiantly dominant but wouldn't harm even a foe without his life being at stake. This agitated his father so much he killed the mother for bearing bad offspring. All females and one sissy male. An elder sister raised the puppies after all were sentenced to be killed.

His father was a mean brute, but he only wanted the best for his pack, the next best alpha was to be his own flesh and blood and no sissy male could take his throne. Life alone made Aro harsh and tough. More muscular then most alphas. They were constantly moving, always hunting. He never got to be lazy like a king. The only male in a small family pack. He was forced to assume all the ranks in one young wolf.

One night they wandered into another packs land. The warriors fought young Aro, battering him and his family. His siblings were killed, but the young male seemed to interest the alpha of the pack, why hadn't he started the fight? Any sane alpha would have, but Aro fled before anyone could catch him.

A year or two went by and he was a real romeo. Running around the lands finding Faes here and there to rape or breed. just for the hell of it all. Siring over 15 puppies in his short two years as a kerl he never saw on of them grow up, though he plans to find a good fae to make his perminant mate. Will he ever find on?Eventually ending up in unknown lands, he could smell the borders, only packs here. They were at war with each other. Not a safe place for a loner.

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I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine,
I walk the line"[/font][/i][/size][/right][size=1][color=141414]

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Zitkala

She had to ride the heat of passion
Like a comet burning bright
Rushing headlong in the wind
Now where only dreams have been
Burning both ends of the night

I Am, Who I Am,

Name:: Zitkala {Also means Bird in the Dakota Indian Tribe}
Nickname(s):: Kala
Age:: Under one year
Gender:: Fae
Rank Desired:: Pup
Rank Given:: Pup
Pack:: Karaima

Into The Looking Glass,

Species:: Wolf Species: Mix between Tundra (Mother) and Timber (Father)
Appearance:: Sweet and seductive blue eyes, infused with a dark navy ring around the edges. It is her most prominent feature. She knows it. He ebony black pelt is a soft, slick pelt. She takes pride in it and it is rarely dirty. The silver mixed in her hide compliments her fancy blue eyes. The silver dapples the ends of her paws, outlining her talons in such a way they look like they were painted. Each talon is a pink color then the normal black most black pelted wolves own.

A white stripe runs down her shoulder on the left side. Making it look like paint dripped down her hide. Though as an adult it barely shows to unfocused wolves. The start of her pretty black nose has a white, much like a life guard on the beach. Something she also uses, she had a very pretty pelt.

The smaller frame of her mother and the muscular build of her father show on her. She has the smaller weight of her mother, scaled at 115 pounds as an adult. The runt of her litter, what she lacks in size she makes up for in brutality. She will stand up for herself blow after blow when he brothers pick on her. She has a hint of the same thing her mother and father have in their eyes. A cloudy mist that lays over, but so far it hasn't effected her vision the slightest bit.

Look Through My Eyes,

Personality:: Yes she's small. Maybe thats why she is a brat. She has small wolf syndrome. She hates to be called small, or weak. Sometimes her temper is so out of control she will seriously hurt her siblings. Lacking the calm and collected persona of her father. She has a lot of qualities like him though. She has a cold heart. Sarcasm reaches deep into her and makes her hard to put up with.

She's the dominant puppy in her litter, challenged only by her other brother. The chunky one makes no threat in her mind. His bulk the only problem. She has a merciless fight strategy, she knows just how to make her brothers submit and other wolves. As an adult she is aggressive, finally able to show her fathers collected side. Secretly he is her idle. She wants to be just like her daddy.
Theme Song:: Garth Brooks - That Summer Likely to change but it's one of my fav songs even though the lyrics aren't so nice when you know the meaning...

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Nu Padeş Trecut,

Sire:: Altai
Dam:: Nightmare
Siblings:: Tuari &
History:: Before her being she was the product of a rape artist. Her father, being the alpha of the Dakkina pack is a cruel vicious brute. One she wants to one day be. Even if she doesn't want to take his throne, no she would leave that to her brother, unless she was deliberately asked, but she doubted it. Her father never showed his emotions to the ebony Fae. Though she was eager to please her idle. As soon as things happen AKA she's born this will be updated;)

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