Unknown enemy (A wolf and horse rp with a twist)

[Canadian Sunfeather]

Name: Arijta 

Age: 7 years 

Apperance: 

Gender: Female 

Personality: Arijta is kind, caring, proud, freindly, stubborn and honest 

Mate: Open!

Rank: Hunter

Any other info: Arijta is a lot smaller then most of her packmates but what she lacks in size she makes up in her hunting skills 

[wingfeather]

Wolf sign up:

Name: Bard

Age: Almost 3

Appearance: 

Gender: Male

Personality: Bard is a very shy wolf and not at all very social. He would prefer to be a loner despite his young age but the safety of the pack, especially since there were rumors of uprights always made him stay. Safety in numbers.

Backstory: Bard's mother gave birth to him and three other pups in the middle of a blizzard, the worst blizzard that any wolf in the pack could remember. She died as did the three other pups, only Bard survived. His father, Colaan, gave him to another off-duty wolf to nurse, after he saw that his son was well taken care of Colaan walked into the woods and has not been seen since. When Bard was weened he took to exploring the forest and going off on his own though he still cames back and visits with his foster mother and foster siblings every once in a while.

Mate/crush: Open

Rank: Scout

[Abbster]

Ok I’ll take wolf 5 then lol

[Canadian Sunfeather]

Sure

[Abbster]

Sign up (Wolves)

Name: Phantom

Age: 3

Apperance:



Gender: female

Backstory: Phantom was born to two black wolves. She was the oldest in her litter, and she loved to play with her siblings in the snow. Turning her completely black coat, white. When she was about a year and a half, her father was killed in a tragic accident....lighting struck a tree and it collapsed on top of him. Her mother went into severe depression and shock when her mate died....causing her to die from a broken heart a few months later. Now, at three years, Phantom is the only one of her siblings still left in the pack as all of her siblings left shortly after their mother died. With her black coat, it makes it so easy to lurk in the shadows, hiding from prey, or uprights. Phantom is a very skilled hunter, and she loves her pack with all her heart.

Personality: Phantom is a strong dog who absolutely loves her pack and will do anything for them

Mate/crush if any: Open!

Rank: hunter

Any other info: nope

WIP

[tenebria]

I'd love to grab the last wolf slot! 

Sign up (Wolves)

Name: Nymeria

Age: 5

Appearance:





Gender: Female

Personality: In her first year to her second year, Nymeria was a sweet wolf. Despite her and her mother's situation in the pack, she was extremely loyal to her pack members. With an extremely sharp mind, she was intensely curious and always getting herself into mild trouble with her innate desire to figure any slight mystery out. But when her mother returned home from a hunting trip with obvious claw and bite gouges in her flanks and muzzle, Nymeria's sweet nature shifted to the darker side. At the slight age of 4, she boldly challenged the year older rising Luna. She had trained her mind well to prepare, and she had slid deeper into the dark side of revenge, although her reasons were all of good intent. The result of the fight broke her. Now, away from all she loves, having lost so many, and knowing that her pack is in such terror at the paws of the tyrannical female, there is hardly a shadow of her old personality. She is highly distrustful of any wolf holding a high position, and even though she has been in this pack for almost 6 months, she trusts none of them. She speaks only when she feels she must, despite the fact that she really is quite an opinionated wolf. Her training and her time without a pack aged her swiftly, both physically and mentally. She's incredibly swift and agile, and has retained her sharp mind to match it. She hates any sweet talking wolves that try and dig into her past, and has no hesitation at snapping if she has to. With so much bottled up despair and rage, she can easily lash out on her bad days. You might think that such a wolf could not be trusted, but not so. Although she herself cannot bring herself to trust any in the pack, they are her pack. And instinctively, she is therefore loyal to them fully. But she lives by her own rules, she may speak to the Alpha at times if she must, but she avoids the Luna with a stiff gaze.  

Mate/crush if any: N/A (open)

Rank: Long range Guard/ Scout (but also hunts for herself)

Backstory: Nymeria was born in the Silverfang Pack, quite a ways from her current location. Her mother was pure black, with sad shimmering amber eyes. Her father, so she was told, was of a beautiful unique dark and light brown, carrying her own unique marking pattern. As a pup the knowledge of a father was not one she missed... but once she was old enough to see the other pups with their parents, she realized she was missing something. And so, her mother reluctantly told her the tale... or at least the tale that the Alpha had burned into her memory. Anubis, as he was called, had been a loving mate to Valka for almost a year until Nymeria's own birth. Two months before her birth, an uprising from the rival pack broke through the ranks, at the exact time the guards were changing. For security purposes, the Alpha had deemed the time for this to be changed per day... and therefore, only a wolf inside could have betrayed the time to attack. With the element of surprise against them, the guards were hard pressed to defend their pack. After an entire day of battle, the rival pack was defeated, some scattering to the hills, but the Alpha was captured. Upon being pressed to speak, he revealed that Anubis had been sharing information with him for almost over a month, betraying his own pack to the worst degree. Without further questioning of any others, and without a trial or a chance to proclaim otherwise, the tan wolf was driven from the pack... but in their most violent fashion. A Byrrgis was formed, and they swept upon the traitor, chasing him with claws and fangs from the safety of their wilderness, and out into the uncertainty of the Upright's realm. He was never seen again, nor heard from. The first time Nymeria heard this, she was devastated, and yet it all made sense. That was why her mother had been deranked to omega. That was why she was never allowed to mingle with the other pups. Believe this story as much as her mother, she for a time was wrought with shame. And then, Cirrdan stepped into her life. A young pup, just a few months older than her, he was the son of one of the most presitigous scouts in the pack. Despite his placement, he ignored all social laws. They met at the banks of the river, and immediately a bond was struck. Just two pups, playing as it should be. He was completely unfazed upon hearing who she was, as he most surely did hear, and he blatantly ignored all attempts by his parents to dissuade his "obsession" over the younger pup, as they called it. A year passed, and they had grown to be as sure friends as their could be. No other young wolf dared speak against Nymeria, at least not in Cirrdan's hearing. In this year, she almost forgot she was an outcast. the pack began to feel as her home, and the rest of the pack slowly began to accept her. Around her second year, the pack had quite accepted her, her sweet, naturally truly caring nature melting their apprehension, despite her frequent nosy nature getting her and Cirrdan into quite a few scrapes.

In her third year, one morning her mother was invited to a hunt. This was half a year after the Alpha's death, and his daughter had naturally stepped up to become Luna, with no Alpha. Eager to rise and prove her loyalty, her mother accepted. But when she returned, Nymeria's life was changed. Her mother limped into camp, cowering and letting out whimpers with each step. Obviously meant to look as if the hunt of the elk had gone wrong, deep gauging cuts slashed over Valka's entire body, from her muzzle to her hips. But the mark of claws was clearly visible. For the first time in her life, Nymeria was filled with a rage. How cruel could one pack be? When the rest of the hunt returned, one wolves claws were stained with blood, her eyes shifting with malicious joy, her mouth curled in a cruel sneer. The Luna. Her mother barely recovered, and when she did, she was even less of a shadow of herself than she had been before. And Nymeria was no longer a pup. It seemed as though that day had changed the entire pack. Once again, no one spoke to her except Cirrdan, and yet even he seemed jumpier and more silent. But with such silence, comes gossip. And one night, during a gathering of the elder wolves, she heard something that altered her entire outlook of the pack. It was an elderly scout speaking. "We all knew she was bad news from the moment her mother died. I still cannot believe none of us stood up when the Byrrgis was set upon Anubis by that snake" he said with a slow shake of his head. Another elder from across spoke sharply "Silgar, we speak not of this any longer. The past is the past." Silgar tilted his head "But is it? Even now, that poor female and her pup suffer from our Traitorous Luna's actions." And then... everything slid into place. The Luna... she had betrayed the pack at her young age! For power! And her father had most likely died from it, her mother would most certainly die soon, suffering under the same females claws as her father. She never told anyone her discovery, not even Cirrdan, but an idea grew until she could not stop it. She had to defeat the Luna. It was the packs one chance. That female was a maniac. For the next 12 months she dedicated herself to training. She hunted on her own, and began to seek out fights with coyotes and foxes, and truly anything with claws and teeth that could put up any sort of a fight. It seemed barbaric, but she had to save her pack, and her mother. She slid deeper and deeper into her revengeful anger. And finally, in her fourth year, this anger came to fruition. It was found that the elder wolf, Silgar, had died... apparently in his sleep, so it was said, but no one saw his body except the Luna's guards. With suspicion raised, and her anger at a boiling point, Nymeria exploded at the Luna. A blur of claws and teeth and horrific snarling split the morning air as the two females collided. Their battle drew the entire pack, most watching with fearful hope. A swift move by the Luna threw Nymeria to her side, and the two stood facing each other, taking a moment to breath, blood red cuts beginning to seep through their fur. Nymeria coiled herself to attack... and then a sudden movement distracted her. Cirrdan, moving towards the Luna. Her fear for him made her stumble.. and the Luna took the chance. Nymeria was helpless against the fangs of the older oponnent, and was sure her life was over... until Cirrdan spoke up for her, his voice panicked. But it was not any words she cared to hear. "You cannot kill her! We did not agree to that!" Her entire world came crashing down. The Luna allowed Nymeria to live that day.... taking her place at her throne, alongside her young Alpha. It was the biggest betrayal to Nymeria. Without a word she staggered to her paws and fled. 

Barely surviving the night, she managed to find an area of plentiful rodents, and allowed herself to rest. But to her, life had not much meaning. For if such a trusted wolf could betray her so swiftly, without even a word or look to her, could any be trusted? She doubted it. The next year, walls were built around her heart. She forced herself to continue living, as a fire for revenge built in her soul. But one wolf cannot survive long, even if incredibly swift and agile, alone in the winter. And then she stumbled upon a small pack. At first fear struck, but upon seeing their apparent friendliness, distrust took hold instead. She knew she needed the pack.... and as mucha as she hated herself for this, as soon as she joined, she felt an instictive need to protect and stay. So she did, for the next half year. But she refused to be a true part of the pack. She hunted on her own, slept in the forest instead of the clearing, scouted and stood guard on her own, and limited to a minimal her interactions with any of them. A word to describe her? Shattered. Destroyed.

[Canadian Sunfeather]

Name: Fiero 

Age: 6 years  

Gender: Mare

Breed: Nokota horse

Apperance: She is a red dun mare with a thin white blaze and a anklet on her left hind leg 

Personality: She is very calm and sweet to the other mares and foals but is very fearful around stallions and would rather stay away from them entirely making her very prone to flee when they were around because of what happened to her as a young filly  .

Mate: Open!

Any other info: Fiero grew up in a herd surrounded by stallions, she and her mother were the only mares in the herd and that sometimes lead to fights breaking out, there was one time when a stallion kicked her very hard breaking one of her legs, so she tends to walk with a slight limp from the incident, until she found this herd she had a hard time trusting stallions and would avoid them at all costs when she was kicked out of the herd at 3 years old.

Rank: Mares