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[»Bue||]

OPEN This female pup has no relation what so ever to anyone in the Dura pack. Though when Buell arrived.... she was with him. She's not his daughter, nor any sort of relative, and she doesn't so much love him like an adopted child would their adopted father. No one knows where she came from... but she certainly has the Dura personality. She's slightly insane, as all Dura wolves are, she loves to fight, solitude, and be in charge. She takes crap from nobody, hates females, but when she's older... she'll be quite the flirt.

OPEN Melodic is the Gothica(or betan) of Dura. She's the face of an angel, and looks that kill. Her white fur is so gorgeous it shines, and mimics the texture of well kept silk. Her eyes are a soft, stunning brown, while her entire body is slim, lithe, and perfectly sculpted. Though she looks sweet and innocent, Melodic uses her looks to deceive. She's very intelligent, or clever you might say, she loves to fight, the taste of blood, and she's a very powerful, strong leader. She also has a slight crush on Buell, because of his insanity. You must audition for this character before you adopt her.

ADOPTED This male is at 9 years of age... and is the most respected Sapien(elder) in Dura. Even the insane Buell respects him greatly. He's a very wise and intelligent old brute, and long ago, he was an amazing fighter, with a demented mind. Today he still possesses a great fighting technique for an elder, and his fighting spirit still burns on. And just like every other Durain wolf, he loves the taste of blood on his tongue.

OPEN This male is the Duxis(general, or top fighter) of Dura. He is an amazing fighter, and a very minor population of wolves can defeat him. He also loves to fight, and like any other Durain wolf, loves blood. He's quite fond of the females, a womanizer if you will. Some would call him an ass hole, he flirts with several faes at a time, uses his power as Duxis to manipulate others, and loves to play games with people. He is also the son of Dura's most respected elder, which is where he got his great fighting skills from. You must audition in order to adopt this wolf.

OPEN Samael is the one and only son of Buell, though most of the pack does not know this. For, Samael and Buell both basically hide from each other, as if they're ashamed to be related to the other. He is one year of age, and has just been recently promoted to Ministro(theta). Like his father, he is moderately strong, and remarkably fast. At this point in life Samael is not as insane as his father, but does have a demented streak. You must audition for this char before you adopt, though the expectations are not high at all.

OPEN This female holds the Ministro rank along with Buell's son, Samael. Though she doesn't plan to maintain this rank for much longer. This fae is power hungry to the extreme, and constantly flirts with the alpha male, Buell, in order to hopefully, in time, receive the Alphess position. She gets extremely protective and angry with females who eye Buell, or talk to him. She absolutely hates Melodic, whom has a crush on Buell because of his personality. Most all of the pack hates this fae because of her annoying personality, and her ceaseless craving for the alphess position. Yes, you must audition for this char, but the expectations are very low.

[A.r.e.t.a]

Can I adopt this one...

OPEN This male is the Duxis(general, or top fighter) of Dura. He is an amazing fighter, and a very minor population of wolves can defeat him. He also loves to fight, and like any other Durain wolf, loves blood. He's quite fond of the females, a womanizer if you will. Some would call him an ass hole, he flirts with several faes at a time, uses his power as Duxis to manipulate others, and loves to play games with people. He is also the son of Dura's most respected elder, which is where he got his great fighting skills from. You must audition in order to adopt this wolf.


...what exactly does said audition entail?

[»Bue||]

Just give me an example of a role play post you would make with him in action:) So I can determine if you're right to rp him.

[A.r.e.t.a]

It was an unseasonably warm day and the fiery ball of light swept its harsh and unforgiving rays down on the rocky territory of Dura. The only plants that survived in this unforgiving environment were shrubby bushes, who's brown leaves crackled and scratched against each other in the light breeze that was the only relief from the heat that reflected off of the barren earth. A brute loped across the burning muddy brown soil that cracked in the heat, the wolf's breath coming in quick succession. A drop of water, so rare in the desert dropped from his black muzzle, and landed on the hot ground with a soft drip. The dry terra soaked it up greedily and the once darker drop was gone almost instantly, no marker what so ever existing to show that water had landed there.

Duxis maw was shinning with wetness, his eyes thick with relief. He had lapped hungrily at the lake, the only source of water in Dura. It was well protected and none other than those of Dura had ever drunk from the life sustaining liquid, so the sent of a foreign wolf had sent him racing across the hot earth, his paws hot and burning. A growl rumbled across the brute's moist lips as his strong and thick muscles raced beneath his body. He was a strong, thickly boned wolf, his distinct form oozing with power, strength and unspoken threats.

“Leave!” he spat at the silky white wolfess before him, ribs showing through the skin that clung to her starving body. The wanderer had been stupid enough to bring down a deer on their lands and he know loped towards her with languid ease, confident of his ability to take down the mentally unstable interloper. Her mind was gripped with the maddening drive of hunger and she no longer cared about her safety, her number one priority demanding she devour the still warm carcass at her paws.

Duxis was in no hurry, his claws were itching to sink into something and a wanderer who did not run would make for an interesting fight.

“I said leave!” his voice was chilled and calm. Not a single hint of compassion for the desperate nature of the fae's waning life touching his mind or cold heart. The words that had issued from his mouth held the unspoken threat and challenge and he narrowed his brown eyes at the wolfess before him. Duxis would not let the fae run far, he had been craving the crimson life force of another for awhile and he looked hungrily upon the white pelted fae. The young brute ran a pink tongue across his burnt lips savouring a distant memory of another wanderer who's life he had taken for breaching the sanctity of their rocky terra.

He snarled again, his frustration growing when the fae made no move to leave, finally beyond waiting out the plot of his game he rushed forwards, snapping at the other wolf's leg. His yellowing teeth all but ready to sink into the flesh of her back leg and snap the bone if she didn't move.

[Vegas]

OPEN This male is at 9 years of age... and is the most respected Sapien(elder) in Dura. Even the insane Buell respects him greatly. He's a very wise and intelligent old brute, and long ago, he was an amazing fighter, with a demented mind. Today he still possesses a great fighting technique for an elder, and his fighting spirit still burns on. And just like every other Durain wolf, he loves the taste of blood on his tongue.

I wants him. Here's his RP example:

The old male trotted along the open plain. The breeze was light and was whisping toward the south, blowing against him. The sun, however, kept his pelt warm. A smile slipped onto his jaws as he smelt blood, his eyes closing in pleasure. How he loved that smell. He quickened his pace to a run as he was only a blur across the horizon. He rocketed through the forest, confronting all obstacles as fast he could.

His name was Damon and he was respected greatly within the pack, even Buell respected him. He smiled again at the thought of his alpha. But then the smell of blood snaked through his nostrils and he threw himself forward, running fast as his old legs would carry him. Soon, however, he jumped over a fallen log into a rather large ditch. Not expecting the five foot drop, Damon dropped to the dirt like a rock.

His hinds were under him on his left side, his right foreleg trapped under his breast. He lifted his temples and shook his head, dazed by the fall. He stood up, his elderly legs trembling for a moment. He shook his pelt of the dirt and then looking around, scenting the air of that intoxicating aroma of blood. However, as he did, Damon noticed he was in a dried river bed. No signs of water anywhere in the trench. He suddenly spotted a large moose carcass, the blood was dried and clamped onto what looked like a broken leg.

But why was it down here, dead, like this? Damon pondered for a moment. He observed the walls of the river bed and noticed they were not five feet, but ten. He frowned with a heavy sigh. Getting out of here with a full stomach would be quite a challenge, especially for an older wolf like himself. Damon walked over to the carcass and ate like a savage beast who hadn't eaten in days. He was, however, quite hungry.

Damon finished eating after an hour or so and was heavy with a full stomach. He smiled and licked his bloody chops. He felt bliss as he licked at the carcass, getting more blood from the gaping hole in it's side and neck where he had eaten the flesh. He yawned and stretched his legs. Only then did he remember he was in a dried river bed with walls ten feet high and quite steep.

He contemplated on how he would get out, and even tried several times himself. It was hopeless, he would only get three feet from the top before sliding down. He huffed. He didn't like the feeling of defeat. He tried again. His claws gripped the hard dirt and he jumped, but only made it three feet once more. He whined in frusteration as he knew he couldn't reach the top.

As Damon reached the bottom again, he realized he was going to be stuck here if someone didn't find him. He snarled with bared razors and flattened radars. He paced. 'Now I'm stuck here for good. Nobody's going to find me. I'll die of hunger and of thirst. That's great. If only Buell...' he stopped and his head jerked up, ears forward and a big smile on his face. "Buell! That's it!" he said. Raising his muzzle to the tree tops, Damon howled as loud as he could. And soon enough Buell showed up with the rest of the pack at the top of the riverbed...

[[[[[Avery]]]]]

I'll accept it... But try and keep away from power play... ok? That is... if you do it in role play.

[Vegas]

I know, I won't powerplay in the actual pack, but I just brought Buell and the pack in like that so then Damon would be saved.

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