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[nova ♥]

To be considered for alpha position, your character must already be created, and it must be either a warrior or hunter. If you wish to become an alpha of any Pack, reply to this thread with the code below.
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Name: Your character's name.
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Gender: Male or female.
Pack: Which pack are you in?
Bio: A link to your character's accepted bio.
Picture: A picture of your character. You must have one.

[chaos]

Name: Chaotic {Chaos}
Age: Three years and four moons
Gender: Male
Pack: Valepack
Bio: rifted.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=create&thread=17&page=1
RP Example:

It was wonderful, the way the breeze whispered through his thick, icy white fur. His blue gaze was narrowed, looking at his destination. The top of the hill.

It wasn't honestly that far away, but he liked to be a bit dramatic sometimes. His own little game. Nobody knew about said game, of course, but still. It kept life interesting. Of course, he refrained from any exterior signs of drama when there was the potential for other wolves to see him. That would be embarrassing.

As he soared up the grassy slope, he sighed and closed his eyes. Spring was not his favourite season, it was difficult for him to blend in effectively with his white fur, but the sun always felt to nice with the still-chilly air. Oh yes, Spring was nice.

When he opened his sharp blue orbs again, he was just about at the top of the hill. The sun was just barely visible above the curve of the summit, and he pushed himself just a little faster. Just a few more steps and--there. He was at the top.

Chaotic stopped. The view was magnificent. He sat down and curled his long, white and gray tail around his body. This was one of his favourite places. It was pretty no matter what time of year.

This is what I'm used to posting, or around here (this is from a different site xD I'm sorry, I just felt bad that my other example post wasn't particularly good or long :D):

Sirens, everywhere. The noise drowned out everything else that Jasper had heard. First there was shouting, feet hitting pavement as people ran and then the sirens. Jasper couldn't see anything either, and every wheezing breath he took only increased the pain in his body. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was . . . oh. "Mom," the voice didn't sound like his own. While he was quiet when he spoke, he didn't sound weak. "Mom, are you okay?" he asked. Jasper reached out and shook her shoulder a bit with his hand. His mother didn't respond, but Jasper didn't notice--something was wrong with his hand. There was a dark liquid staining his palm, and as he moved his hand around to better examine it from all angles, a small amount of sunlight lit up something wedged in his skin right below his left index finger. Slowly and carefully Jasper raised his right and and pinched down on the sparkling object and he pulled it out. It probably should have hurt, but his hand felt numb. Jasper moved his right forefinger and thumb, still clasped tightly on whatever had just come from his other hand, towards his face so he could see it better. Glass. Why the hell was there glass stuck in him?

That was when Jasper took a good look around. He was in the backseat of his parents car, only it hardly looked like a car anymore. The front windshield, driver's side window and passenger's side window were broken, and a few others were cracked. There was blood on a lot of the surfaces, and glass shards were everywhere. So he hadn't been imagining things when he saw another car headed straight for them. It was about then that Jasper realized that his mother still hadn't responded to him. "Mom," he said a little louder. There was no answer, and he shook her harder. Her body moved with his actions, but was otherwise limp. Jasper slowly pulled his hand away, unable to believe it.

He wanted out of that car. Immediately.

Jasper's torso twisted towards the door as one hand undid his seatbelt and the other started jerking at the door handle. There was a pinching sensation on his hands as more bits of fractured glass were embedded in his hands, but Jasper ignored it. "Help," he pleaded, voice scratchy and hoarse. "Please help."

Jasper gasped as his eyes shot open. Damn Alanna! He hated remembering that. His trembling hands lifted to rest on his face for a moment as he tried to calm down, and then he got up. If Alanna hadn't come up with the bright idea of trying to get him used to cars again, he wouldn't have dreamt of that. Mom and Dad's last few moments. Jasper had gotten lucky, he could very easily have died in the crash with them. As he shakily walked to his dresser to find something to wear, he glanced down at his hands. The scars on the back of his hand were faint and few, but as soon as he turned it over, there were many more. When the glass was pulled out of his palm, it left permanent marks.

Quickly pulling on jeans and a shirt, Jasper walked to the bathroom to brush his hair. Usually he didn't need to, but sometimes if he didn't, his hair had awful knots. When he was done, he walked out to the kitchen. Alanna was already there, and Jasper walked up beside his older sister who was busy doing something he couldn't see. "Oh," she exclaimed, surprised to see him. "Hey Jazz! I didn't know when you were going to be up, so I just started dinner a couple minutes ago." Jasper nodded, and smiled. Alanna still felt bad about making him go for a short car ride earlier. That was most likely the cause of his dream.

"I'm going to go watch TV or somethi--" Jasper cut off as the world around him slowly whitened, as he was sure his eyes were as well, and he prepared himself for a vision. Automatically he adverted his eyes to the ground where Alanna couldn't see them, but that was unnecessary. She knew about his power. It was just a habit of his. Sometimes he had a vision when he was in public, and it was generally a good idea to not look up, where anyone could see the way his eyes changed. Colours began to leach into the white he saw, and they started making an image. People were flashing by, but when they didn't walk in front of his vision, he could see a bench. And he was sitting on that bench. Waiting for something? He seemed irritated. The colours seeped out of the image, and then his sight returned to normal.

"What was that?" Alanna asked curiously. Jasper frowned and shook his head.

"I don't know," he admitted. "But it was me. On a bench somewhere."

"Do you know what . . ." Alanna trailed off, and Jasper shook his head. He knew what she was asking, and he didn't know what he was doing there. "Well, maybe you should go there." He gave her an uncertain look, and she smiled. "Come on, Jazz, your visions always seem to come true one way or another."

"Yeah," he acknowledged. "But what if I'm not supposed to be there yet? What if that's in a few days or something?"

"You," Alanna pointed at him, "are going to go for a walk while I finish dinner. It's four thirty, be home by six." Jasper opened his mouth to object, but Alanna poked him in the forehead. "GO." Rolling his eyes, Jasper nodded and then walked to his room to grab his cell phone. His eyes landed momentarily on his glasses, but he didn't think he would need them. They weren't extremely important, it was just a good idea to wear them while he read. He found it funny that his sight wasn't perfect, and yet he had visions about the future.

Leaving the black-framed glasses, Jasper slipped his cell phone into the pocket of his dark jeans and grabbed a hoodie while he walked out the door. Pausing, he tried to think of where the bench could possibly be. He hadn't really gotten a look at the surrounding area, so perhaps he should just find a bench and sit? Yeah, that sounded good. He was still feeling a little shaky from the combined stress of the car ride and his dream.

After wandering for about ten minutes, Jasper found himself on a bench just inside a school yard. A group of young children were all playing soccer on the field, and Jasper smiled a bit as he watched them. Children were cute. Until they threw a tantrum, of course. Sighing, he looked at the time on his cell phone. Quarter to five. He still had an hour and fifteen minutes to kill before he went home. This probably wasn't even the bench from his vision! He could be at home, helping Alanna with dinner or something. At least that would be a little more productive than sitting around, waiting for something that wouldn't come.

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[nova ♥]

I would tell you to make your example a little longer, but seeing your example from the human site you're on assured me that you're quite capable of creating magnificent threads.

You are accepted as Valepack's alpha male.

Good luck with your new position, I'd like to see your first post up soon, it'll be the first of the site xD

[scandal]

Name: Jeremy
Age: 4 years, 2 moons.
Gender: Male
Pack: Torridpack
Bio: Please Click This Link
RP Example:
The sun peeked above the clouds that slowly drifted care free across the sky. Many creatures scurried around, trying to find cool places to settle. Others were looking for a good bite to eat, especially the carnivorious creatures. The temperature was slightly hot, well, if you had a thick coat like me. Birds chirped, filling the atmosphere with music, the crickets called out for their mates. Tall grass hide the hares and other prey from predators. A slight breeze kissed my cheek, and fluffed my pelt. The trees swayed calmly, it was a good day. But a torridpack member thought of it as just another hot, boring day. Nobody in this pack really enjoyed the weather. We had no intrest in it, yet it was a great day for a kill.

My ears were pricked, as I lay against a tree. My tail wrapped around the scarred pillars that lay sprawled out around me. I was streched out, letting the plush grass tickle my under side. A long pink tounge hang out the side of my mug. I take deep breaths, inhaling, exhaling, quite swiftly as the heat radiated around me. My crimson eyes watch the area with intrest. Even though this place seemed lifeless, there was always something intresting to me. My long daggers tear up the turf as I stretch out more, flexing. My tence muscles loosin, it was a relaxing day.

As the slow wind ruffled my pelt, I switched glances to a movement in the tall grass. My crimson orbs destinquish it as a hare, farely large, a lot of meat, yet it was sick. At that time I was starving, so I might as well go for it. I got up slowly, not a noise made. My tounge return to the inside of my mug. I take a gentle step forward, my gaze still upon the hare. My pink tounge circle around my mug, I lick my chops in delight. "Lunch.." I said happily. The hare, of course, had a good since of hearing, therefore it bounced off. I was too hungry to let it go, therefore I chased it down.

My long strides carried me swiftly behind the hare. I neared up on it, powerful hind legs kick back. The hare sped up, I lengthened my strides, large razors tear up the tall grass. I took a giant leap, landed infront of the hare, and grinned. I opened large jaws and snapped for its head, missed. The hare sprung off. Once again I hauled ass over towards the hare. This time I caught it. Yes, suck for them to have those ears, i thought with a smirk.

I trotted back to my relaxing shaded area, As I walked towards my spot, I switched glances towards another wolf, like, creature. "Whos there?"

I Usually post well, my muse is low, but here is one of my goodones;;

Zaps of blues and purples lighten the sky overhead. Cold metal tables chill the canines underside. Clicks and clacks of nails against the tiled turf below him. Slick warn spots, splattered with blood keep anybody unstable. Chilled breezes rush through the cracked windows. Darkened skies over head freeze the night, canines hudled close. Wet, heavy drops of liquid fall from the sky. The room was dark, beakers of neon colors surrounded the area. Computers with clicks, and busted screens flash sparks of electricity. Chambers filled with howls of caged canines. Clip boards rattle against the metal tables, piercing the canine's ears. Desprite attempts at scratching against the doors remove the once sharp claws of the canines. The wind blew heavier, knocking over fridges full of chemicals, spilling everywhere. Thirsty canines lap up the liquad, sudden howls of pain and sounds of dying filled the room. Idiots spat a large doberman, he was aged, and he had scars that were still bleeding, blood leak against the floor, slurps and dripping noises sounded as it slowly drained in the framed, steal hole in the labratory. Yes a labratory. Expiremented dogs with missing parts, and deformities lurk around here. This places should be called 'hell' It was cold, and death was not a suprise here.

A small pup was curled up in the corner, shaking from the cold, he was in a cell with one of the most violent dogs in the lab, great. This pup had been beaten and wounded, it was normal, and he had recovered without any help, therefore he had scars that were infected. As he grew, he got tired of this game of picking on the little ones. It was the last straw, today he swore he was going to kill off the bastard. "Look you bastard" The husky spoke, his words cold, and serious, his voice was deep, and he wasn't going to take any nuts from this canine. "What did you say?" The doberman turned, his face was deformed, scars everywhere, an eye missing, and teeth bloodstained and jagged. "You heard me" the husky answered, his pillars spread apart, and eyes piercing the dogs skin. "You wanna die, you dumbass runt!!" harsh words drain from this doberman's mug, his words hissed, and his ears lay against his slinder neck.

"Actually, you are going to die" The husky laughed and evil laugh, a smirk wipe across his mug, pearly white teeth, sharp, and unharmed. His claws were long and sharp, unlike the ones of the doberman, which had been used one to many times. "Full of yourself, 'eh?" the doberman grinned, taking a large, confident step closer. The husky's docked ears lean against his neck, his mug wrinkled up, waves of skin show more of his knives. His crimson eyes stay attached to his chest, the weakest part, thats where the source of his life was, the heart. Although his skin there was tough, he'd rip the hell out of it. The husky grinned as the doberman stepped forward. He was confident, he actually thought he could take the husky down this time, he couldn't, he wouldn't, that bastard was going to die today.

The husky lunged, his mouth opened wide, lips curled, his eyes widened as he clamped down on the doberman's mug, forcing him down. "You stupid child!!" roared the doberman, shaking his massive head, throwing the husky against a bricked wall. Hmph, the husky shook it off, and took another large leap, bringing the doberman down. He ripped his flesh, the doberman laughed, his blood splash against the husky's pure coat. The husky was somewhat surprised at the doberman's laughter, oh well, he bit harder. He pressed his hefty pillar against the doberman's left pillar. "I got three more you dumbass!" The doberman yelled, pushing the husky off with great force. The husky rolled. The doberman had a chilling laugh, he thought he had won, his chest puffed out. The husky acted dead, he too had blood leaking from his ivory skin. The doberman looked up, lightning flashed, crimson red eyes look upwards, a haunting howl echo in the labratory.

"Pay attention!" The husky yelled, his eyes wide, teeth showing, as he grabbed ahold of the dobermans chest. Great. He pierced the doberman's skin, his eyes widened. Good the husky thought, his jaws clinch tighter, as he twisted a vein. Blood went everywhere, he was enjoying this. Eyes memorize the blood that slowly drained down the floor. The doberman let out roars of pain. "DAMN YOU BRAT!" the doberman yelled, snapping his teeth, his clenched jaws twist and turn. The doberman lay lifeless on the floor, his body curled up, the scenes of the beating heart thump through the skin. "Now, time for you to shut down.." the husky laughed, letting out an evil howl, his bloodstained pelt red, leaving nightmares in the canine's thoughts. Crackles in the background lit up blues and yellows, shades of purple in between. In the last crack of lightning, as the full moon lit brightest the husky grabbed ahold of the doberman's heart, and clinched on. The doberman howl in pain. Before the husky jerked the heart from it's veins the doberman quickly said "y-ou demon, you phantom, you, you CASPIAN" The husky grinned an evil grin, ripping the heart from his chest, the doberman die quickly after. The husky grinned at the name, Caspian, yes a great name for me! 'Heh. Caspian howled evily, other dogs coward down, yet few tried to attack him. Like a domino effect, he killed won, and the rest kept tumbling down.
[but thats just the past]

The muscular canine come across a long field. It seemed empty, large broken structures scattered here and there. Statues of previous scummy humans, lay crumbled, their memory now buried in deep soil. The only structure lasting was the large castle, it was a musky grey, that of a battle ship, or something like that.. The sky was lit with long, crackles and pops of lightning, shades of purples and blues, yellows dashed from side to side. Dark clouds danced around the field, light rain falling. This was Caspian's perfect killing place. It was big, it had no echo to it, he had the crackle of lightning to hide the screams, and well. It just seemed like hell.

Caspian noticed a large hill. It showed a perfect view of lightning. His crimson eyes caught a glance of a shadow. Hmm, a canine. This was very good, a dinner and a show. Lets do this he thought, his ears pricked forward. Caspian started off in a slow trot, his long pillars carry him swiftly, and quietly towards where he was going. His trot turned into a quick sprint, long claws reach out. His muscles flex, tearing up dirt, and plants has he sped up. He licked his chops, speed gaining. Long strides carry him across with ease. His ears press against his short neck, a smirk on his face.

A small ditch, with rocks that climbed up the side of the hill, slowed Caspian. He saw the figure closer. His ears pricked forward once more. His eyes watch the dancing lightning, cheering on the time of death. Crimson eyes focused upon the figure. He took easy steps up the hill, not even moving a rock. His powerful shoulders stuck out from his back, his head turn side to side. He reached the top of the hill, and looked at the victim.

Caspian licked his chops, and walked steadly closer, the limp in his hind leg hinder any smooth graceful strides. Ears pricked, and tail strait out walk slowly towards the canine prey. "Well well well, what kind of snack do we have here? He cackled, licking his chops with delight.
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Word Count;; 1287
Muse;; fine and dandy
For;; Ms.Flight :]
Puppet;; Mr. Caspian
Thoughts;; idk..

Picture: HERE HE IS <3

[nova ♥]

I do indeed like Jeremy very much. His bio was extensive and interesting, and that's a great RP example! Accepted. Good luck with your new position!

The one position left is Tempestpack.

[kyruge]

Name: Jeroxern

Age: 49 Moons

Gender: Male

Pack: Tempestpack

Bio: Click me!

RP Example:

Alone. All alone. Again, he could never keep those he loved most close to him. They always ran. They always left him behind. One by one his family had gone, his parents did not have a choice, and death couldn’t be avoided, but Luclomarek and Kyruge? They made the choice to leave him behind. Jeroxern’s long body splayed out on top of a rock, his head resting on his forearm, and his beautiful eyes were closed sadly. Was he really that difficult to be around? Pictures of their faces raced through his brain. Kyruge, the long bodied warrior with lanky muscle, he could run forever and never tire, and that was his secret weapon, speed. Then there was Luclomarek, his beautiful silver sister, she shared his golden eyes but her values differed greatly from his own. Where he believed silence was golden, she spoke with everyone even if she was just making small talk. Small talk, what a waste of time, if one had something to say they ought to just come out with it rather than waste his time. “Weather is nice” or “Been training a lot lately?” Ugh, the thought just made him miserable. But his sister somehow made everything alright, the loss of his brother and parents had almost torn him apart, but until she left he still held on to someone he loved. Now she was gone. All because of his useless brother. “Lazy bastard.” Jeroxern stood up, stretching his body; he had to go after her. Or at least try to find Kyruge. He needed to go. ”Goodbye for now Tempestpack, I will return.” Leaping from the rock, Jeroxern landed gracefully on the blue grass that wiggled in the wind.

After three days of travel the handsome wolf slowed, the sun shimmered brightly upon his coat, and despite the cool breeze which had accompanied him on his travels he was still hot. Jeroxern had traveled many miles, and had hardly slept at all in his travels. Golden eyes were close to closing but he needed to find his family. Either of them at this point it didn’t matter, but he wouldn’t have minded giving them each a piece of his mind. Moving forward his gait was slowing in exhaustion he came to a halt. That smell? He recognized that smell. Kyruge. Sniffing desperately he tried to sent his brother. The smell was coming from his left, turning, he raced forward after a few moments he found him, his brother. The lanky wolf was sprawled out on side curled up in a ball underneath a large tree. Jeroxern sighed slightly, he was as lazy as ever, Kyruge’s ears perked and he looked up. ”Brother,” Kyruge’s piercing blue eyes glittered in amusement, ”I thought I scented you, still worshiping the alpha’s every word?” Jeroxern shook his head. His brother had never understood the importance of being a pack member.

”Unlike you brother, I simply know my place, and I don’t try to fight what I was born and raised to do.”

Kyruge snuffed, ”You look ridiculous, is this how all of you Tempestpack creatures look now? Like over muscled gorillas?” Jeroxern snarled viciously, but Kyruge continued, ”You were never the brightest brother, do you even know why you have come? Or did you not plan ahead that far?” The well toned wolf snapped and lunged forward at his brother who was still lying on the ground. Woosh, Jeroxern crashed into the base of the tree, but quickly stood and turned to spot his brother, he jumped forward again, still missing. Kyruge chuckled. The skirmish continued this way until Kyruge decided to make a move. Jeroxern stood turning to face his brother again when he felt a fiery claw rip across his face. A loud yelp left his throat that was the hardest hit that any creature had ever landed on him. He blinked, his eye, his left eye, his vision went red, the scent of blood filled his mouth and nose, fury made his coat stand on end, this time his brother had not prepared for a counter. Kyruge laughed ”All that training? And this is all you can do?” his eyes closed in laughter, this was Jeroxern’s chance. His powerful hind end propelled him forward right at his brother’s throat. Hit! Perfect aim and accuracy, he caught him, teeth drilling into his brother’s skin. He shook his head as though shaking a small animal and threw Kyruge into the air. The lanky wolf landed with a thump, and laid still for a moment.

”You let your guard down Ky. Didn’t learn much from training did you?” Kyruge stood slowly, panting, and the fight continued on. Each party laying fierce blows upon their opponent, but neither were as harsh as the first two hits. The sun had greatly changed position in the sky and both brothers were greatly wounded. After one final attempt Jeroxern turned and faced Kyruge, he took a step back, as did his brother. The fight had ended. They knew that they could never win, it was equal the two brothers knew the other’s attack style far too well and if they fought on it would end in death for both parties. Jeroxern dipped his head in respected, Kyruge did the same. Jeroxern turned away, his muscular body was matted with blood. ”Good bye Brother,” his words were whispered into the wind and lost.Yes,he had found his brother, but he didn’t gain any answers, and his sister was still missing, Jeroxern had hoped she would be with Kyruge, but he had no luck. He limped disappointedly toward home, and could only hope that his pack would take him back with open arms. Little did he know he would soon see just the wolf he was looking for, Luclomarek, but his opinion on her would soon change.

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XOXO

[nova ♥]

One of the most interesting one-sided RP examples I have ever read. You're accepted as Tempestpack's alpha male without a doubt! Thank you

All alpha positions have been auditioned for and chosen.
Their mates (which will be gained throughout IC) will take the other alpha positions.
Thank you!