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This will be a wolf rp between Dozen of Roses and Bumble Herd if you aren't one of us please do not post, everyone is welcome to follow along :) |
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alrightly ill post my bio |
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Name: Nisha (meaning Night) age: 4 years Gender: female coat: Pure white base with faded black spots here and there, her right eye has a blueish-grey spot around it. (blue tip coat) eyes: Left- Blue right-brown personality: Nisha keeps to herself she is quiet and does as she is told. she doesn't put up a fight and hates to argue. she is very loyal to her alphas. she was born and raised in the pack. she is the last offspring of the past alphas, her older brother is the current alpha. She can be very hesitant at first but acts like a pup when she gets to know you. likes: the dark, cuddles, grooming, attention, pups, her pack dislike: rude wolves, outsiders trying to hurt her pack, bears, and cougars. other: she has a scratch across her nose from a cougar attack that happened when she was a pup. (let me know if there is anything else you need to know:) |
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Name: Salem Age: 4 years Gender: Male Appearance: Salem is a solid dark grey wolf. His coat is thick due to the cold whether that surrounds the place he lives. His belly is a lighter color as well as his inner ears throat and paws are the same lighter color. The outsides of his ears are rimmed in a deep black color as well as the tip of his tail. Eyes: his eyes are a deep brown that almost appear red or an orangey tint if the light hits it right Personality: Salem is quiet. He watches and he waits and he stalks. He's not usually aggressive, but he can be if he needs to be. He's extremely protective of what's his and won't let others walk over him or others. He is very kind when he is comfortable with other. Likes: affection even if he comes across as rude Dislikes: fast moving or deep water Other: he had a scar on the side of his neck from falling in a river when he was young |
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do you want to start or do you want me to? |
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A small female wolf walked through the bushes and fallen branches of the forest. her ears perked as she made her way back to her pack with a rabbit in her mouth. her tail swung as she walked. |
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Salem sniffed the air. He was close to the border of a pack territory. Maybe if he carefully crept in they wouldn't chase him off. Or maybe if they caught him on their territory they would tear him to shreds. Either way he decided to cross the line slowly. His ears were peeled and his senses alert. Every leaf that hit the ground made him hesitate. Every bird that called out made his head jerk. But he continued on. What made this life king line wolf decide he wanted to join a pack? A near death experience can change the way you see life. And he saw life alone a waste. He hoped that he wouldn't be brutally attacked by this pack as he ventured deeper into their territory hoping to find a wolf that belonged to them. |
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She wasnt far from the territory border, she sniffed the air and her ears perked up she stopped and looked around something was off. A new scent had entered the area. she growled softly she wasnt a wolf that would fight, growling was her way of defense, she was making her presents know to what ever the scent belonged to. eventually she did start walking again. |
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High Winds and Drifting Snow
