*The Wolves
- The wolves were a peaceful being. A peaceful clan, that kept the world at peace, following their god, but that wasn't ENOUGH for them. The wolves were feisty, feisty people, with strong believes, and systems. They would not tolerate this behavior. The Sabers, The Horses/Rams, then Bears would all have to suffer the fate.
None knew, though, that the wolves' had a dirty little secret installed for them. That's right, a secret weapon no one knew about. A strong bread.... Dire Wolves, hidden, and kept from sight. Inbred to the point of sheer stupidity, they were trained to ravage, kill, and destroy. But, many infants never made it past births, and many teens had to be killed because of their uselessness to the pack of wolves. They wouldn't accept it. Adults were casualties, as well. They has a strong army of 15, at most, at any given point in time of these strong willed minions, and many were killed in battle, when others gained up against them. They're strength, alone, allowed them to tackle out the biggest of opponents - possibly take three lives at a time even.
They were planning on attacking one Village at a time, and rummaging it clean of the systems, destroying the place to bits. There was nothing worth letting them live, beyond this realm, and death would befall them all.
- They were a Prideful group, peaceful and calm. To most, but they knew their real ways. They were ones you never messed with lightly. They actually had a Unicorn, and it's Mate, and two Full grown offspring, and felt mighty proud of this. These beings would take out scores of lives, destroying lives in their wake with their strong, sharp horns. And, the Horses especially, the creatures of this land were always sharpening their horns.
Their Pride was their weak point, and attacked before questioning, and were getting sick of the Wolves, The Sabers, and The Bears. They seemed to do nothing for the ground they lived on. The Horses/Rams worked the ground well, scheduling when anyone could eat, and how much, all for the sake of their planet. Many of the lesser-ranked ones died of Starvation daily, but they weren't counted as part of the population. The soldiers, obviously, needed more feed upon their bodies to keep them well oiled, and the Rulers of the Horses/Rams would actually sacrafice full-day meals for the sake of a soldier. Though, the minute a male was chosen to be a soldier, they went through a painful process of fixing him, for soldiers could never, ever mate.
This was an honor, though, to be a Soldier, and many that wished to become one, were never selected to be one. It was a birth-right, and they went even through the Lead's offspring, choosing before they were even a month old, their destiny.
- The only ones that aren't wanting war, they are desperately hunting for a being with powerful skills. They find their powerful teeth a weakness, because they can easily snap when used in an attack, if the attack when the wrong way in a certain manner. It was essential that they didn't strike bone with their teeth, for it could snap in half, and they had horrible dreams of losing their sabers entirely. The King has been hunting for a Secret Weapon.
They have been traveling around, the Peace Quarters division, and trying to convince the others not to attack needlessly another clan, but instead to team and work as one. Many have been sent on these 'suicide mission' as disbelievers within the group call it. The Disbelievers actually sneak around, helping to spread the terrible word about their kind, trying to make it a living nightmare for anyone around them.
- They are a mysterious group ,and little is known about their behavior by anyone. The pack knows the Chi Energy that is needed to be a success in life to be gathered, and usually gather, bowing their heads gracefully and asking the Powers That Be for help. There must be a way to stop The Sabers, The Horses/Rams, and The Wolves from being such barbarians. Recently, one has challenged the usually-peaceful nature these Polar [mainly Polar] Bears have taken up, and argue that it is essential that they go and teach these creatures properly, and that The Powers That Be would want them to. The Clan itself is a weak one, and it is splitting down the middle of its crater, dividing in a group. The original Leader has instilled a strong disbelief in violent, and a strong belief in trusting The Powers That Be, and allowed the disbelievers to live in the Land, watching them carefully. Their rituals must still be followed, after all.
Form:
Code: Select all
Name:
Alias:
Age:
Gender:
Breed: [Horse,Ram,Saber,Unicorn,Dire Wolf, Wolf? You must stick to the pack your breed is meant for.]
Pack: [The Horse/Ram, The Wolves, The Sabers, The Bears?]
Personality:
History: [Optional]
Looks: [Can use a picture]
Me:
Name: Crimson
Alias: Crimse
Age: 4 Years
Gender: Male
Breed: Wolf
Pack: The Wolves
Personality: He's CRAZY. XDD He has a huge 'prey' drive, and usually refers to ANYONE he meets as 'prey' in his mind. Not aloud, but in his mind. In battle, he can easily throw his brain out the window, and attack wildly, just for the taste of blood - His own or the other's. And he usually tries to prolong the battle, in many ways - including letting the 'prey' live for another time, and another match. X3 He loves to try and play mind games, or w/e, before battle, and maybe get the other to try and attack first. He's also somewhat Prideful in a manner.
OHH and when he falls in love his prey drive is HYPER-SIZED. He wants to hurt her more than anything, but has an EVEN STRONGER need to keep her alive. X3 A really, really, strong need. And would 'haunt' her easily, attacking the minute she's healthy, enough, again.
History: [Optional]
Looks: He has a lean build, made more for being swift on his feet than anything, and he's quite the quick fellow. His coat itself if of a crimson red, with black stripes going down his back, tail, and legs, ending in black paws. Just the paws themselves are completely black. There's one black stripe atop his head too, coming down and ending right in the middle of his eyes. His eyes are a lighter shade of read, as is his nose.
Template (c) Kay of the BBA
Colorations (c) Goth of BBA
