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Posted 01-30-2018, 11:48 PM |
Rebel
Charlotte
Rebel Alpha
Female, 6.00
Ectomorph
40 in, 100 lbs
399 ep
© Lou
Spring. The ridge, though bare of fresh sprouts, was livelier than usual. The sun barely breaches the highest peaks in the early hours as Charlotte rises to conquer another day, though she has something particular in mind for her two children, the ones that stuck anyway. She descends to a small clearing, a tree dead though it still clings to the ridge walls, providing a sliver of shade for when the sun sits above her. Spring always brought her to life, made her feel peaceful in a way her scars could never portray. She wonders what she will look like in seasons to come when old age begins to cling to her shoulders, but that is for another day. Instead, she calls to her youngest pair, two wolves she has watched grow proudly, as most mothers would. Today, they would become stronger.

Praelia Vahagn

Charlotte is riddled with scars from head to toe, the right side of her face is bare of fur, and both her ears are in tatters at the tips.



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Posted 02-01-2018, 02:33 PM |
Rebel
Vahagn
Rebel Pup
Male, 1.25
Endomorph
38 in, 140A lbs
14 ep
© vik
Who'll be the last one standing
When it all goes up in flames?

The sun was a flaring yellow disc rising into a purple sky. He watched it burst over the highest peaks of the eastern mountains, searing the scarlet bluffs in a conflagration of warmth and light. Thin tendrils of steam rose from the tops of the lushest cliffs where dew had collected the previous night. In a while, the heat would burn it all away, but for now, it lent the Ridge a sense of serenity.

Vahagn shifted his weight like an enormous cat and soaked in the sunlight. His charge, he presumed, was somewhere close by. He gave Badr whatever privacy she could want in Rebel's territory, only ensuring she did not leave the Ridge without him. It was a simple job, but he reasoned he'd rather do it than go back to idling away the days.
But he couldn't help it if he was called away. At his mother's insistence, Vahagn rose to his feet and left his post. He went down into the lower lands to a small clearing occupied by Rebel's alpha. He traced the scraggly dead tree in the wall of the cliff over her head, then let his gaze fall on her properly. The grizzled she-wolf in her cloak of bristling black fur was a sight to see: tough with sinew and ropey musculature, riddled with intimidating scars. She still stood a few inches taller than him, perfecting the sense she was larger than life.

He was in good spirits. Better than usual. He ducked his head as he approached and even aimed to nudge the top of his nose under her chin like he had when he was a younger boy. A faint fondness smiled through the typical stony expression on his face.
"Mother?" His voice filled the small clearing. He expected she'd wait for Praelia before revealing her intentions, though, and he tilted back his ears to listen for his sister's arrival.



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Posted 02-03-2018, 10:44 AM |
Rebel
Praelia
Rebel Pup
Female, 1.50
Meso-runner
14 in, 34 lbs
30 ep
© Fluttershy






THOSE RAVENOUS BASTARDS
always get what they're after!

to kill or be killed state of mind! anything to stay alive The air was saturated in fresh, the only word that could come to mind when Praelia would wake and take in a deep breath. A deep calming breath of new life, fresh flowers, fresh air, and fresh rain. The land was beginning to warm, to awaken from it's wintery slumber, and with it brought new places to go and new experiences to be had. She had been relaxing, the entrance to her den cleaned up and new linings of soft fluffy fur and grasses were placed. Half of her body still lay in the dark of the clay, while her front half was enjoying the sun in much the same manner as her brother had, her eyes closed, snoozing for only a moment.

She heard the call then, drawing her out of her sleep, waking up in a bit of a daze (it was a good one, the dreams and the adventures she had been having). When the fog of her brain finally cleared she pulled herself forward, stretching and hearing the popping of her joints and back, shaking the debris from her fur, and began her lope towards the lower lands. She could smell her mother and brother there already, clamboring down and spying the carcass of a tree clinging to the ridge and her brother's dark form before their mother's equally black body. She'd come up beside the two, nuzzling into Vahagn and then into Charlotte's chest, a mannerism she hadn't let go of since first appearing on the ridge border over a year ago. Praelia circled, to sit beside her brother, ever curious of the call. Would there be more training to be had today? "Good morning."

Charlotte, Vahagn



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Posted 02-04-2018, 04:23 AM | This post was last modified: 02-04-2018, 04:23 AM by Charlotte
Rebel
Charlotte
Rebel Alpha
Female, 6.00
Ectomorph
40 in, 100 lbs
399 ep
© Lou
It never did quite sit with her well, how quickly children grew. From little tiny beasts, tripping over their own toes, into adults that thought and acted for themselves, no longer dependent on their mother. When Vahagn arrives, she turns to acknowledge him as she usually did, her ears erect and a smile curling her lips. Her youngest boy had quickly grown out of youthful affections, so it surprises her when he lopes forwards and brushes the top of his head against her chin. A chuckle spills over her tongue as she lets it loose to try and give him a kiss, her ears bowing on her head as she hears Praelia begin to descend behind them. "Vahagn," she whispers through her smile, the love of a mother shining through those emerald eyes as she looks at him, oh how she wished she could keep them against her chest forever. Only solidified when Praelia arrives and brushes into her brother, before Charlotte pulls her in for a hug as they had always done, since that first day on the ridge doorstep. "Good morning darling," she says cheerily, ears flicking forwards again as she gets to her feet, "hope you hadn't any plans today," she admits, for she wanted them for all of it. "You are both of age now, so tell me, what ranks are you both interested in?"

Today they would learn what best suited them, warrior, scout perhaps, or ever healers. She wasn't sure which they would pick though she had a decent idea, either way she wanted to see them succeed, and would help them anyway she could.

Vahagn Praelia

Charlotte is riddled with scars from head to toe, the right side of her face is bare of fur, and both her ears are in tatters at the tips.



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Posted 02-07-2018, 11:23 PM |
Rebel
Vahagn
Rebel Pup
Male, 1.25
Endomorph
38 in, 140A lbs
14 ep
© vik
Who'll be the last one standing
When the cold ice melts away?

With a grin, he turned to greet his sister. He leaned into her briefly, then shifted to the side to let her say hello to Charlotte. Looking at them together, Vahagn had the strangest sensation. He couldn't identify it but made him feel wiser and more mature than usual. It didn't last long, though, and he cleared his throat loudly in near embarrassment. He was not the kind to let himself get sentimental. He nodded at his mother as she spoke of them having no plans. He appreciated having a job these days, but unless Badr left the Ridge today, he had nothing else he planned to do.
But Charlotte's next comment piqued his interest. "Warrior," he said immediately, rising to his full height and baring his chest. It was no surprise what he wanted in life. Even as a child, at his first meeting, he'd boldly made his claim to the world. It was a bittersweet memory, full of old faces and ice cold resentment. But in the moment, it had barely any sting. He glanced at Praelia, a smile growing on his face. He had no doubts she could be a warrior beside him. Probably more than his match. He even expected her to say as much. But perhaps she harbored secret ambitions that he did not know about...
Praelia



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Posted 02-10-2018, 06:39 PM |
Rebel
Praelia
Rebel Pup
Female, 1.50
Meso-runner
14 in, 34 lbs
30 ep
© Fluttershy






THOSE RAVENOUS BASTARDS
always get what they're after!

to kill or be killed state of mind! anything to stay alive Praelia smiled lightly when her mother responded to her good morning, saying she had hoped she had no plans today. It was true. Praelia...never had plans it seemed. Maybe she should start just wandering the Doutaini countryside in search of these plans. The conversation turned then that her and her brother were of age now, what ranks were they interested in? She paused a moment, thinking.

Warrior Her brother chimed out, so confident in his choice, that she turned her head to look over to him and grinned. Warrior, yes. He was strong, capable, able-bodied. For herself? Well it could fit too, but did she want that? It took her a little time, as she just never gave it much thought.

A warrior. Strong, combative, protective. Able to keep her family and her pack safe.

A Healer. Knowledgeable, a life saver. Home brewing curatives and poisons for defense and protection.

Hunter. Swift, agile, and strong. Feeding the hungry with ease and keeping everyone alive.

Pupsitter. Patient and kind. Nurturing the minds of the future. Not for her, no.

The Scout. Sleek, sly, strong, fast, and cunning. At least it was what she envisioned. Reconnaisance, gaining intellect, learning.

"Mother." She said, pausing as her mind went swirling with the options set before her. "If I choose one, I can still do the roles of the many right? I won't be limited to only what my rank dictates?" An honest question, as she leaned towards so many in the list. Wasn't there a role in which she could do a little of everything?

Charlotte, Vahagn



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Posted 02-12-2018, 06:42 PM |
Rebel
Charlotte
Rebel Alpha
Female, 6.00
Ectomorph
40 in, 100 lbs
399 ep
© Lou
Her son was quick to answer her, the confidence that leaked from him was inspiring and all she could do was grin at him, a proud mother. Beside him; Praelia takes a little while longer, hesitating. Charlotte can almost see the thoughts running through her head, can imagine her weighing each option up for what they were worth. It's why she isn't surprised when the girl chirps up with her question. "Of course not," Charlotte begins, "each rank has a particular job in which that wolf is obligated, but that doesn't mean you are tied to that one job." She tells them both, emerald eyes slipping from one to the other. "I also need an heir, the position is open to the both of you, for you are the only ones I trust if anything should happen to me." Perhaps a little dark, a little sad, but she needed to assign someone to take over if she should fall. "Is that something you would be interested in, Vahagn? Or is it more up your sisters' alley?" If they both wanted it, they would have to fight for it, but if he wasn't interested then that settled it.

Praelia Vahagn

Charlotte is riddled with scars from head to toe, the right side of her face is bare of fur, and both her ears are in tatters at the tips.



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Posted 02-14-2018, 11:38 AM | This post was last modified: 02-14-2018, 11:40 AM by Vahagn
Rebel
Vahagn
Rebel Pup
Male, 1.25
Endomorph
38 in, 140A lbs
14 ep
© vik
Who'll be the last one standing
When the smoke drowns out the day?

Vahagn tilted his head to the side as he watched Praelia. A look of benign disbelief crossed his face. As the silence went on, he chuckled softly under his breath. He did not envy how difficult a decision it seemed to be; for him, it had been easy. He had always known he wanted to be like the warriors of legend. To die as one of them, someday. Nothing else ever tempted him from that path.

His ears shot forward when she spoke at last. He found himself turning quickly toward Charlotte for the answer. She gave them more than that. When she told them she needed an heir, for which they both were qualified, Vahagn’s lingering smile began to fade. He studied their mother’s scarred face as if etching it into his brain. “I am interested,” he said slowly but resolutely. He remembered the conversation he’d had with Althea about becoming King someday. He remembered the moment he realized how big a responsibility it was to keep Badr safe. He remembered Roswell’s fight to secure his position – now it was his turn, he supposed, to test the mettle of someone else for ranks.

He looked at Praelia with a muted but remorseless expression. In truth, he would rather be a warrior than an heir, but he couldn’t let his real ambition slip. If Praelia was interested, if she wanted it badly enough, she would fight him for it, and he would not make it easy for her. But he hoped she would take up the challenge.
Praelia



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