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[CASPER]

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[b]Race you are wanting:[/b]
[b]Why do you want this race?:[/b]
[b]RP Sample (Including whatever makes the character unique, whether those are added body mutations, or abilities):[/b]

Thank you, and good luck <3

[Dancer D' Angelo]

Race you are wanting: Celestial
Why do you want this race?: Because Dancer's whole persona fits this race, and he has always been the "Savior" type. He does have his bad boy streak, but in the end always ends up doing the right thing.
RP Sample (Including whatever makes the character unique, whether those are added body mutations, or abilities):

From other rp site, High lights his general persona. Some names have been changed:



He was surprisingly calm despite the sudden life or death matter that had been betrothed to him, silver hues gave away no greater emotion then determination. He bent down to inhale the tiny ebony femme's scent, it would linger forever in his nares like a tattoo. He remembered all the scents of those lives he had interacted with, even if he remembered nothing else. It was how he imprinted upon them, and already he felt rather guardian like over mother and daughter. But poor, poor Lanai was already starting to fade. He could see the faintest out line of her aurora, she was a tough little thing. But to survive she needed medical attention and time. He was not yet well enough himself to use the healing properties of his phoenix blood, but with luck he could find some good herbs. He nodded once more to Sonja, easing himself half way out of the den. "Rest, you look like you need it. I won't be far away" His vocals were hushed, no need to wake up the frail little lady he was determined to rescue.

He eased the rest of the way out, paws collided with the moist earth. It had stopped raining, but the pearly Grey clouds still lingered above. He fluffed his wings once. ridding them of dirt and aqua. He glanced back at the den once, those two were in need of a miracle. Well, perhaps he could give it a try. He stalked off to the outer edges of the forest, the best plants would be found here. The air was thick with electricity, heart pounded in his chest. He nosed a few Worm Woods and Angelica's, jaws tugged carefully at the delicate stalks. Saint Johns Wort would be good, but he didn't want to go that deep into the woods just yet. Not while Sonja was taking a much deserved rest. He was careful not to damage the plants, as he turned and headed back towards the burrow.

His pelt started to prickle as he eased into view, something was not right here. He inhaled a scent that almost made him dizzy, gut wretched with the knowledge that something dirty was here. He quickened the pace, almost sprinting with wings slightly flared. He skidded to a halt just outside the burrow and cast a glare into the darkness, ever fiber of his being alert. He wasn't sure what was out there in the shadows, but it was nothing good. "Sornia" he woofed softly, setting the plants at the entrance. "I bought back some healing herbs. Their not much, but they should hold her over for now" The rain had started again, and he nosed the stalks further inside. She would find them if she was already asleep, the scent would alert her when she woke up. He exited the den once more, and stood outside like an Eagle guarding its fortress.

He peered out into the darkness again, ivory flag waved a slow warning. What was that smell, and why did both intrigue and nauseate him in one fell swoop? "Beast of Shadows beware, The light has claimed these souls. Dare you show your face, with no darkness in which to linger?"His vocals were rusted with curiosity, however the stance he held showed nothing would slink into the Den with out first getting a hell of a greeting from the wolf that stood before it. He was not out tonight looking for a fight, and would not attack least the beast rush towards the pair slumbering below. And Dancer doubted he was that idiotic. Yet that scent, it was almost intoxicating. He shivered in silence, Silver hues a becon in the dark.

[CASPER]

Accepted.

[Atheca]

Race you are wanting: Imperial
Why do you want this race?: Atheca, though shy, is a very loving wolf. She loves being around her family and likes to keep everyone safe and happy. Imperial looks like a species that would be very kind to loved ones and would love to keep the peace. I believe that this species fits Atheca because she is shy, she wouldn't like to show herself off to strangers, but she loves to be with loved ones. She also loves to take care of her family and keep the peace, which seems like what an Imperial might be like.
RP Sample (Including whatever makes the character unique, whether those are added body mutations, or abilities):


The bright ray of light that descended upon the cave was warm and left the rocks with just a hint of the kind of heat that makes a creature sigh in happiness. The light echoed off the cave and shone upon a deep sleeping wolf that lay inside. The blinding glare woke the wolf, and she stretched sleepily, opening her bright green eyes to inspect the surroundings around her. She hadn't remembered falling asleep in a cave, but figured her feet had brought her here half asleep. Opening her mouth wide in a jaw cracking yawn, she rose from her slumber.

Standing at the edge of the cave, dark brown fur fluttering slightly in the breeze, Atheca gazed at her surroundings. She felt comfortable here, there were no strangers to harm her, nor any predators that she could scent. Then again, it was not comforting out here without any other wolf. Sadly, Atheca wagged her tail slowly, wondering where she should go next. It was a nice day, and it would be a perfect time to stretch out her wings. Glancing left and right, uncertain about what she was about to do, she stepped out of the cave, leaving tracks in the tall grass that lay below her. The grass tickled her feet, and she bounded forward, a wolfish grin on her face. She could really let herself relax when she was by herself, though she was always relaxed with her family. Stopping short, Atheca thought about her family. She wondered where they were now, and what they were doing without her. Perhaps she would visit them soon, show them how much she had grown. She missed her family, but knew it was time to move on.

Stepping forward into a patch of sun, she let her wings stretch out to their fullest. The brown and black feathers shone brightly, and the whitish tips glowed in the light. As the warmth dug into her thin bones, Atheca sighed in relief. It was nice to not always hide her wings. She was raised in a place where having wings could be a deadly thing. She learned to tuck her wings to her sides just enough that they could pass for fluffed up fur. Her mother taught her this, while her dad just shrugged off the things other wolves said about their wings. Atheca found herself more comfortable(if at all) around strangers when her wings were hidden. But now, away from all other wolves, she could let her wings stretch. She loved her wings, but only wished she could really fly with them. She wished she could live in a pack where she could have her wings out all the time, and wouldn't have to worry about what the strangers thought. She wished that someday this could come true.

Being stuck to her side for so long made them creak as she stretched out, but each creak made part of her relax. Twisting her head around, she carefully licked the feathers at the base of her left wing. A few days ago she had caught her wing on a hidden branch. It was one of those rare moments when she had let her wings spread out while she walked, and had foolish run into the stick. It had dug into the base of her wings, luckily missing the joint. Already though, the feathers were beginning to grow back. Perhaps that was one of her hidden talents? Atheca wasn't sure, but made sure to keep it clean. Finishing grooming the feathers, she glanced around. She would have to find other wolves soon, and knew that today would be the day. She wasn't the kind of wolf that could live by herself, and loved being around others too much to be a loner.

Shaking out her wings one last time, she began to run. Her light body made her quite quick, and when she folded her wings tightly, she became very aerodynamic. Loving the feel of running, Atheca continued at her full speed. It was because of her speed that she didn't notice the wolf standing before her. When she suddenly realized what was in front of her, it was almost too late. Skidding to a stop, she hurtled to the side of the wolf, coming to an end against a bush. Pulling herself out of the bush, she crouched low, staring at the other wolf. She didn't know who he was, but wanted to leave his presence as soon as possibly. A naturally nervous wolf, Atheca wasn't too good around strangers, particularly when she was alone. Crouched low, weight on the balls of her feet, Atheca got ready to run as needed.

The other wolf, completely shell shocked to see her, stared confused for a moment. Staring for a moment at the brown and black crouching female, the male wolf finally came to his sense.

"Oh hi!" He said eagerly, not shy at all around strangers. "I'm Elias of the Northern Plains. Who are you?"

Seeing his tail low and body not dominant at all, Atheca relaxed a little bit. The other wolf didn't seem bad, and generally she could sense when a wolf meant her harm. Wagging her tail briefly, keeping her wings tucked close, Atheca softly said a greeting.

"I am Atheca, of the Running Wind."

[xennie]

ACCEPTED.

I like how you portray Atheca with her wings, and overall, your roleplay sample was well rounded and exceptional.

[Sincarla]

Race you are wanting:Secular
Why do you want this race?: Sin has always been Neutral, no matter what happens around him. He can, however, be pushed to far, and when he is He has a firey temper. SIn has always been intune with his surroundings and he does have very stong Instincts.
(sidenote) Rhune is allowing me to forgo the Aggressive tendecies and Short temper of the species.
RP Sample (Including whatever makes the character unique, whether those are added body mutations, or abilities):

Sin looked up from his kill, the blood dripping off the sabers that protuded over his bottem lip. Something was wrong, and he knew it, but he couldnt put his paw on it. Sin stood, and left his kill where it was as he went into the forest, searching for the source of his discomfort, scanning the area for anything that was out of place, but nothing caught his eye. Turning to head back to his kill, the first jolt hit.

He bent over and in the blink of an eye, his stomach empty itself onto the forest floor, and right away he was aware of the earth shaking beneath his feet. Earthquake! He thought, still panting from vomiting just moments before. Standing straight, he began the long walk out of the forest, praying and hoping that none of the branches would fall onto him, hoping none of the trees would topple and harm him. He had to get back, but the dizziness he felt from the vomiting and now the headach he was suffering made it hard.

Sin stumble through the forest, as he fought past the feeling in his stomach, and tried to keep what little in his stomach stay down in there. The sunlight broke past the trees as they began to thin, and Sin let his head drop one more time. He gave a few dry heaves, but nothing more came through his throat and out, as the earth began to stop shaking. Sincarla panted and could feel the sweat gathering on his fur from the experience, from the fear he had felt. Glancing a look over his shoulder, Sin looked down into the forest, looking at the trees that had fallen, at the debrie that littered the forest floor.

[Sendri]

Accepted <3
I love the scenario <3

[Chalice 'Ariso]

Race you are wanting: Prescient
Why do you want this race?: Because I believe it best fits his persona :]
RP Sample

The night was cold, colder then the summer days had foretold. The dark pelted male stood firm near the old oak, single blue eye trained off into the darkness. His head was filled with a strange buzzing again, and he shifted uneasily. These so called spirits were a horrible form of company. He sighed, wondering were his brother had absconded too. Was it his damn job to keep in tune with everything? He was close again, to another one of those dreams. He could feel it in his bones. He turned away from the darkness, it would not claim him yet.

[Crappy Post I know :/]

[xennie]

Approved

Despite the fact your sample is short (xD), I think you have a pretty good grasp of the species and how to roleplay them.

[Clash]

Race you are wanting: Celestial

Why do you want this race?: There is not a single bad cell in Clash's entire body. He fights for the good, and helps any others with anything. No matter what the task, Clash is always extremely helpful. Although he has a side to him you wouldn't expect. Despite being extremely good natured, and kind. Clash is an extreme adrenaline junkie. Not something you would expect out of him. He loves the rush of near death experiences. And can never get enough of making his blood pound. Some might say he's got a split personality. So I really think he's fit for being a celestial.

RP Sample:

Muscles tensed as the cold night air clung to his thick white pelt. His tan spots that covered him were barely noticeable at all. The moon was full, brighter and bigger then ever on this night. Just yesterday Clash had got finished saving a female from two angry males. It disgusted him that males could do such things. The girl had been completely innocent. Minding her own business just wandering about. And of course the two just had to disturb the peace. Growling at the thought, he sighed. Shaking out his white pelt.

Where he stood was among one of the highest cliff's he could find. The night air howled against his ear drums. Forcing his ears to plaster themselves against his skull. The river below raged, rolling and crashing. The wind didn't help with that of course. Backing up slowly, muscles tensed under his bulky frame. Claws clicked against the rocky surface as he took off towards the edge of the cliff. Leaping off the edge, he kept his yellow eyes open. Watching as his surroundings flashed past him in an instant. Heart pounded, as adrenaline rushed through his veins. Then it was the water slamming against his stomach, the impact was harsh. Knocking the wind out of him a little bit. Before he caught his breath and surfaced. The rivers currents carrying him away. He remembered when he did that when he was younger, that nearly killed him before. But now with all his muscle he was able to handle the impact.

Clinging to the side of the river bank, he pulled himself out of the freezing water. Shaking his pelt off, his breathing was extremely heavy. Laughing, he stumbled before finally just giving into it and sitting down. Muscles ached with the rush, but oh how he loved it.

[tank]

Race you are wanting: Secular
Why do you want this race?: Because it fits tank to a key and i really liked the desc and how it fit him so well
RP Sample (Including whatever makes the character unique, whether those are added body mutations, or abilities): His pack had been long perished for nearly three years now. Tank had been here for a few months now and had made craters in the ground from where he pace and walked all the time. After many long hours trotting his created path, the dark male slowed his pace, slowly padding to the tree where he could easily spy on the new wolves. The tall Acacia style tree has its fair of scars, just like Tank. The wolf gnaws at the branches, rubs against the large center, smearing his scent on the pale bark of the tree.

Tank flopped down next to the tree. Mostly because of the fresh wounds he received from himself. The dark wolf began to chew on a bone he scavenged. This bone was almost as old as he was... This bone was the remains of a fallen wolf.

The male chewed and chewed, until the ancient leg bone splintered, poking and slicing the inside of the wolf's mouth. Pain meant nothing to Tank, he never felt pain. He suffered from it. But the cause of pain brought him pure pleasure. He continued chewing on the bone, his mouth dripping blood from inside his torn gums. "Mmmm wolf, your bones taste so good." Tank moaned softly, then began to chuckle, enjoying the bloody sensation and the texture of the ragged bone tearing apart the inside of his mouth.

His rough tongue glided across the bone a few times, snagging splinters along the way. "Wolf, why do you bring me so much pain? Just look at my mouth... You're cutting it all up." The wolf let the red blood ooze from his maw, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he gasped with pleasure. "I'm bleeding wolf, why would you do this to me? Is it because you hate me?" Tank laughed thunderously, wiping the blood from his white blood stained maw against the tall, now blood-stained tree.

[xennie]

APPROVED

[-->NAHANI!]

Race you are wanting: Secular
Why do you want this race?: Because he is awesome and Tank's son.
RP Sample (Including whatever makes the character unique, whether those are added body mutations, or abilities):
He was a loner, and always would be. He had even been born a loner. He had no intentions of joining a pack, let alone caring about their stupid little rules and territory lines. He supposed he should be called a rogue instead of a loner. Rogues didn't care about pack boundaries. Even as he though it, he passed over a pack boundary line. Crosul by the smell of the place. He crinkled his nose. The Alphess's scent would usually be appealing but this wasn't an appealing smell. This was a scent marker meant to tell others off. It was bitter and stung his nose. Not that it would stop him from continuing on. The forest floor beneath his paws was soft and squishy with rain soaked moss. Tiny purple and white flowers had erupted everywhere, making the ground disappear beneath them. It was spring alright. Pollen stuffed his nose and birds twittered happily in the tree branches above him. Not that he bothered to care.

Ever since the death of his mother and sister, he no longer cared about the harmonies of life or the social life. He was colder, harder and could careless what happened to other wolves. Most of it had contributed from his father, Tank, who had snapped at him to shut the fuck up about his pathetic family and be a male. If he was to stay with Tank, he would need to harden himself and forget about it all. Family was for those who cared.

His mother had never talked about his father so finding out that the large male was his father had taken him completely by surprise. It wasn't necessarily the fact that he didn't expect his father to look like this, it was the fact that neither he or his sister looked like either of their parents. Nahani's pelt was black and red, black on his under belly and legs and the tip of his tail and ears. His sister had been white with tan markings, paws, and the tip of her tail and ears. His mother had been a dark brown with gray patches. He supposed the only thing that linked him to his father was that they had the same body build and Nahani's eyes were more orange than red. But now his father's reputation linked him to Tank. To him, that was all he wanted.

He crossed the female's scent and paused to investigate. She had been heading inland. A smirk crossed his face. Oh how he could fuck with this female. Quickly changing his mind, he followed her scent, as stealthy as possible, making sure to mask his scent on a few juniper berries along the way. He spotted her by the creek when he made it to the center of her land and crept up behind her. When he was more than a foot away, he snorted. "Really, for being Alphess, you don't protect your lands very well." he said, sitting down and wrapping his tail around his paws.

[xennie]

ACCEPTED

[shadowmist]

Race: Cosmos
Parental types: imperial father, cosmos mother
Background:

A lone female with a black pelt as dark as night padded alone until she found a white male in a strange new forest she has never seen before. She was extremely young to be walking alone but as she was an outcast from her mothers pack since her father was an imperial wolf. Born under an alphess, she was heir to her mothers pack but they found out that her father was an adversary of her mothers pack. Once they found out they banished her from her home and mother so she moved from pack territory to pack territory, staying in between borders