"If you stand behind me: I will protect you. If you stand beside me: I will respect you. If you stand against me: I will not show kindness."

Name
Magnus {Latin: Noble}

Gender
Male

Pack
Sea Pack

Rank
Alpha Male

Appearance
Composed almost entirely of deep, earthen hues, Magnus appears to have been formed from the soil of the earth. His eyes are intense and unwavering, with a hint of kind curiosity, and comically round. His angled ears are always pressed forward, both as a display of his dominance, and his constant pondering. His face is surrounded almost completely by thick hair, and there is little distinction between his skull and neck. Magnus' coat protects him not only from the cold, but from the jaws of his enemy. His legs are thin and slender, though not overly long, and end in massive paws. These paws are black on top, but fade to brown on the toes. His toenails are an ebony hue, contrasting sharply against his cream colored feet. He is drastically toed out, standing with his heels nearly facing each other. This does little to hinder his gait, but it does give him a comical, easily recognized stance. His back is peppered with long black guard hairs, emerging from a complicated pattern of several shades of brown, cream, and grey. His coat fades to a soft golden hue as it melts down his sides, and his underbelly hides several small white markings.

His tail is typically held slightly aloft, a testament to his rank, and he is an imposing presence. He is full bodied, well muscled, and compact, which pushes him back a bit on the speed spectrum. But his strength is certainly present, and his endurance is nothing to laugh at. Should one be unfortunate enough to end up on the receiving end of his gaping jaws, one might notice only half a canine on his upper jaw, on the left side. This was from a run in with a rock at an early age. Needless to say, the rock won, and he's still a tad bitter about this. In addition to the chipped canine, his jaw pops every time he opens it past a certain increment, and this frustrates him greatly. But there's little he can do about it, and he grudgingly accepts it. Because of this, when the wolf speaks or eats with a little too much gusto, it's sure to be accompanied by a grotesque snapping sound. When the weather grows especially cold, his jaw often aches.

Personality
Magnus is a courageous wolf, with too much bravado and a strong sense of showmanship. He thrives under attention, and often acts recklessly to earn it, masking his need for acceptance under a daredevil attitude. When faced with a situation that calls for action, Magnus is heavily inclined to act, and think upon his feet. Because of this, his pack often finds themselves listening to his orders while desperately trying to keep up with him. He's a highly motivated wolf, with a strong prey drive, and sitting still does not bode well with him. He lives for the thrill of a hunt, and rarely allows a party to depart without him. He believes it to be a strong bonding experience, and bonds are what he thrives for. He's an eloquent creature, with an eye for flair, and an optimistic outlook on life. He's fiercely devoted to his pack, maybe to a fault, and he would die for them without a second thought. He has no doubt they would do the same. Though he has a difficult time forming lasting bonds, due to his tendency to fling himself into danger, those he does manage to forge are forever.

Another piece of his multi faceted personality is his charm. He's a charismatic bastard, with a chipped tooth grin and cocky, devil- may- care demeanor. To those who don't quite know him, he's a bit full of himself. To those that do- he's a bit full of himself. What can he say? He's gorgeous, and he knows it. He loves to talk, and loves the sound of his own voice, though he also loves the ideas of others. He finds himself captivated by other wolves- the way they walk, the way they talk, anything is fascinating to him. He once watched a bug simply go about its day for several hours. Magnus occasionally has episodes of intense focus, where everything he sets his mind to gets done. The rest of his time is split into two categories: to finish later, and to finish after this.

One of his greatest fears, right alongside losing his mate, his rank, and his honor, is water. Magnus is irrationally afraid of it, going out of his way to avoid it. Even drinking from a stream unsettles him, and should he have to cross one, he can only squeeze his eyes shut, pray, and hurl himself over. He's never lost anyone to water- making his fear even stranger. Perhaps it's because he knows he won't float. He's never tried it. Or maybe he has, and is simply too afraid to say. No one truly knows.

He's a cunning creature, should he decide to stop moving and think, which is rare. His wit is as sharp as his teeth, and he never hesitates to let a quip dance from his tongue. The reactions are varied, but typically range from annoyed grunts, to polite, but fake, chuckles, and a full fledged belly laugh. He jokes regardless. Magnus' secret talent is making jokes about the worst things at the worst times. He once made a stab at bringing light to the loss of one of his beloved elders, mentioning how she must hate being dead or something along those lines, only to find most of the pack still hadn't quite recovered from the loss. He accepted that defeat: a rare occurrence.

His bearing is that of royalty, and that is the blood that courses through his veins. He never forgets it, and it's wise you don't, either. He despises being disrespected, and he has no qualms about spilling blood of another should the occasion present itself. He's fiercely protective of his mate, almost overly so, and should his sharp ears catch any malicious talk towards her, he will not hesitate to defend her honor. Once you have crossed him, he will never forget. He's one to hold a grudge for a very long time, and he's never one to let things slip his mind. Despite this, he's a brave, showy wolf, with a fierce loyalty towards his pack and a fascination with all things that might catch his eye. A powerful ally, and a dangerous enemy.

History

Magnus was born to royalty. A powerful pack that controlled much of their little tundra home. His thick coat hearkens to the long, harsh winters and short, cool summers. His tenacity and lightheartedness helped his pack through countless difficult times, but eventually, his mother succumbed to starvation. Magnus wasn't the only male, and he certainly wasn't the oldest, so he wasn't destined to inherit the territory, unless his four other siblings should tragically die. Regardless, the male remained goodnatured, training alongside his siblings, hunting joyously, living life to the fullest. When he was two, he decided he wanted to rule, and set off on his own, well wished and farewells trailing behind him as he went.

He eventually found Sea Pack, and challenged the alpha. He won after a difficult fight, and allowed the former alpha pair to live out their lives in peace in the safety of the pack. When they passed, he decided he wanted to start a family. So he selected his own mate, and now he thrives within his pack, standing proud and strong beside his best friend and love, leading his makeshift family. Truly, there is little else Magnus could wish for. Except, maybe, cubs of his own.
(sorry this is so wordy- I got very carried away!)
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"Sweetie, if you're going to be two faced at least make one of them pretty."
Name
Mollis {Latin: gentle}

Gender
Female

Pack
Sky Pack

Rank
Apprentice

Appearance
A ghostly white, Mollis is nothing short of striking. Her coat is always kept meticulously clean, and she despises getting dirty. Her ears are overly large and typically flopped to the side, giving her a permanent expression of exasperation. Her muzzle is long and pointed, topped by a coal black nose, contrasting starkly to the snowy hue of her coat. Her lips are dark as well, and just barely show through when her mouth is closed. Her face is sharply angled, softened only by the extra bit of fluff on her cheeks. The hair along her neck is long and rough, though thinly layered, and stark grey and black guard hairs pop up along her back like weeds in a field. Mollis' shoulder blades are extremely prominent, and even when she's well fed, her ribs tend to show just slightly.

She bears the brunt of her past in her small stature, and the near constant presence of her ribs. Her sharply angled face, prominent shoulder blades and hips, and overly long legs hint towards the fact that, though little for her age, Mollis is still growing. Her tail is relatively short and thin when compared to the rest of her, almost whip like. But her lean build and light weight means she can run at impressive speeds, at the cost of intimidation and strength. She bears no scars, and her amber eyes show an innocence she tries to hide. No one's afraid of a wolf whose never killed another. But maybe, just maybe, they'll respect it. Reference the Big Bad Wolf checklist: big? No. Bad? Maybe just a little. Wolf? Absolutely.

Personality
If there's one thing little Mollis loves to do, almost more than she likes to run, is talk. She's loud, and obnoxious, and often talks to herself if no one's around to listen. As a apprentice, her opinion doesn't carry much value. Mollis shares it anyway. She loves to chatter and yell and scream and growl, any noise that means anything, Mollis loves. Occasionally, she'll stage entire conversations with no one but herself. Despite her love of conversation, this wolf lacks, well, shall we say, tact. She's very blunt, and can sometimes come across as cruel, even if she wouldn't dream of hurting her pack. Mollis also has a very strong tendency to interrupt. She's headstrong and stupidly brave, a compulsive liar, as well as a social butterfly. However, she is very hard on her friends.

Those she chooses to welcome into her inner circle tend to face more challenges than those who have nothing to do with her. She loves adventure, and she'll be damned if her friends don't join her. She's way too energetic, and it's difficult keeping up with her. She's also very much a gossip hound, with a strong ear for some 'sister tea'. But if she hears any about those she calls friends, the poor wolf spreading the rumor will most likely find themselves listening to a small creature screech at them about respect and kindness. Yes, she's a very big hypocrite.

But Mollis is a kind, gentle creature, with a strong pack instinct, and a willingness to bond. Despite the tendency to lie without thinking, she's truthful to those she finds trustworthy, and never hesitates to shower her loved ones in endless compliments. She often finds a single friend she clicks especially well with, and, like it or not, that poor, unfortunate soul might just find a small white wolf at their side, every second of every day.

History
Mollis is quite the mystery. And quite the miracle. She was the first, and only pup, born to the young alpha pair of a brand new pack. She was the first member, but her survival was doubtful. Her belly was distended with worms, her ribs poked through her pale pelt, and she was barely strong enough to nurse. Her parents, deciding she would die anyway, and only weaken the alpha female by trying to survive, abandoned her. She was found by a kind man, who, lacking the unique qualifications wolves demand, gave her up to a zoo. There, her intestinal parasites were treated, she gained weight, and grew stronger. In fact, it was the kind humans who saved her, and christened her with a short, simple name: Mollis. Gentle.

When Mollis was weaned and healthy enough, the humans who cared for her released her, knowing of a pack in the general area. She survived on her own for a few days, living off small prey and scavenging what she could. She ran in with several malicious creatures, and many who were indifferent to the little wolf. She even saw a bear. After a week, she found Sky pack. She happily settled in, and hopes to remain within their ranks her whole life.
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"The first victim of war is innocence."

Name
Audax {Latin: valiant}

Gender
Male

Pack
Sea Pack

Rank
Pup. He hopes to be alpha male, but at the moment, his age limits him.

Appearance
Dax is composed of soft, muted colors, the hues of earth and sky. His ears are stained dark, while the thick fur inside them fades to a pale white. He bears the same fluffy face as his father, and the same intense gaze. However, the white and grey in his heavily mottled coat hearkens to his mother, as does his light, agile build and pale underbelly. His amber eyes are deep and intelligent, unwavering and serious. They are emphasized by brown 'eyebrows', that move with his expressions. They brown streaks are topped a think black smear that fades to grey around his forehead. His muzzle, white on the sides, is stained an earthen brown on top, which fades to a darker brown mottled with white around his forehead. His most interesting and unique marking is the halo of pale brown fur that starts just behind his ears and almost entirely encircles his head, fading to white beneath his throat.

His legs are straight, lacking the toed out appearance of his father, and very long. He's a tall wolf, though his narrow frame prevents him being especially intimidating. His back is a creamy beige, mixed with black and grey guard hairs. This color fades to a light brown around his shoulders, and melts down the outside of his lanky legs. is tail, usually held in the same, slightly curled way as his father's, is thick and voluminous. His chest, almost totally white, bears a small dark grey smudge. Dax likes to think it's because he was given an extra large heart. All the more to love you with.

Personality
Dax is the stoic. He's quiet and kind, courageous and well meaning. But he's way too serious. Dax isn't especially fond of sharing his feelings, or showing them much, instead putting up a facade of fearlessness and quiet. He's an intricate soul, and he doesn't quite have the words to explain what's going on within. He loves his pack, and wishes to lead it someday, but he itches to go off on his own. He's proud of his parents, but also wants to escape their shadow. He adores his family, but heavily values his alone time. A true paradox, indeed.

Dax is also very responsible. He doesn't joke much, and often takes charge of whatever situation may arise. This tends to grate on the nerves of both older wolves and his siblings. Oblivious to this, however, Dax continues 'leading' those he sees in need of 'help'. Needless to say, he doesn't have many friends. He is very much a nerd, as well. Fascinated by how things work and why, Dax tends to hyper-focus on one small detail, and struggles to see the whole picture. Though he radiates calm and kindness, Dax panics quite a bit. While he's by himself, he can be seen pacing relentlessly, muttering to himself, and snarling at shadows. Perhaps there's something not quite right in his head.

This wolf is selfless to a fault. He'd rather die than survive while another suffers. And perhaps he's a bit too willing to give his life. Thankfully, the opportunity has never presented itself, and the sky and earth lad lives to see another day. This may also stand in the way of his possible leadership. A dead leader is no good, even if the wolf he died to save may still live. Dax is a strong believer in peace, a pacifist to the core. He despises any type of fight, whether it be verbal or physical, or even a playful spar. Perhaps this is why he's so thin and narrow.
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