[CLOSED] Jamira Pups

Choice #1: Aislynn

Personality: Armed with a sharp eye and equally sharp tongue, in childhood, Aislynn’s greatest asset will be wit. Brashly, unapologetically brutal, whether dealing witty insults, rude cynical remarks, or general off handed sarcasm, Aislynn harbors no holds for anything off limits. Inheriting both her parent’s trigger-hair impulsive tempers but none of their restraint, Aislynn will hurtle in headfast for a fight - any fight, regardless of whether she harbors the skill to back her boldness. Brawling will be a favorite pastime, though whether in war or play will be any onlooker’s guess. Wielding iron willpower and steel resolve, convincing Aislynn’s compromise, no matter how meaningless the subject matter, is near impossible. Personal judgements pave the paths by which she will make her decisions, and despite near disasters, for as long as they’re averted, Aislynn will continue to rest her resolve on her most favorite Ferus wolf – herself. Resentment will root itself relatively early in life, with ‘Alpha’ Rizeal and Natsu bearing its brunt. Whatever – if Rizeal hadn’t been a pushy bitch even as a fetus, it would be her - her as Ferus’s Alphess! Permanently competitive no matter how mismatched the odds, Aislynn's endless ambitions will drive her to distinguish herself amidst her siblings and prove once and for all why she-the-second-born-should-be-freaking-beta-and-not-mother-fucking-Natsu-the-fifth. However, despite her initial harshness, she’ll harbor a special sweet spot for her favorite sibling – Mai, the technically not real one – and the other not-Rizeal-and-Natsu ones.

RP Sample:

Her day had been extraordinarily bad. Most days were, but today had something appallingly special; absolutely, positively brimming with bullshit. Everybody was a bitch, a bastard, an over-glorified asshole, but Flint had been her final straw. It hadn’t been Miyu and Tikaani’s hypersensitivity to her play fighting, even though she’d apologized like, a thousand times and actually might have meant it for the first three. Besides, they’d known that she was playing; there’d been no true need to drag in Dad like a little pansy. It hadn’t been his lecture that had sapped her patience either, or the fact that he, somehow, had developed the damned nerve to compare her to his pushy, lazy pricks of firstborns, Natsu and Rizeal. Ezikeal and Jirou hadn’t been her bane, despite the fact they were goddamned idiotic golden children, and even more importantly, not funny. She’d boldly tolerated their tortures with a wisp of patience, even simmering down some once Mai suggested they go pry The Cyclops for gossip. Now that, in theory, would be wonderful fun, and for the first ten sentences or so it was. The revelation that it contained, however, was not, felling the final straw in a glorious, staggeringly high shit-stack.

Mai had told her the greatest solution for solving any problem was to run away, find somewhere far, and hide until a sentinel inevitably sent a search party. They hadn’t quite reached search party severity, but Flint had been searching for her for at least an hour. Unfortunately for him, she had secured the perfect hiding place, bundled up between the branching, jumbled barbs of a parched shrubbery patch. Oh, he’d see her, most definitely, but if he wished to whisk her away, toting her by her scruff’s hairs, he’d find himself faced with a beautiful, impenetrable barrier. “C’mon Aislynn,” he called her playfully, as though she was a simple-minded child; a silly, air-headed ditz like her littermates, and her parents, and the absolute entirety of this putrid, godforsaken pack-. “Let’s go home. We’ll talk whatever it is, grab a bite to eat - I even got your favorite, lizard.” Oh, did that dopey, thick bastard think he was slick! As if she would somehow instantaneously flock to his side for a single, tepid sample of the sweetest, most wonderful meat in the world. As if. “I don’t associate with liars!” she called, sniffing indignantly. Crassly, she crossed a single paw. “The Cyclops told me and Mai – I know everything.”

“See for yourself.” A lizard, completely limp, tumbled between the barbs. She tepidly sniffed once, twice, before taking a tiny sample, only to fully test for poison. He’d even hewn the spines off, the dope. “However, the ‘Cyclops’, your Beta, has a perfectly respectable name. I’m sure we can both clear this up. Besides,” his tone held a sudden lighthearted, sing-song lilt. “You know you’re my favorite, right Aislynn? I know I’m your favorite. Us favorites got to stick together.”

“You always, always loved acting like all you ever were was just a dumbass babysitter, didn’t you? Well,” she hissed, snapping faint prepubescent fangs. “You weren’t! You were a warrior in the Lubruscan war! Not only that, but you won your fight! You headed hunting for six months during the drought season! You tracked down the most dangerous, evil wolves in all four territories, fought them, and actually lived! And you never, ever told me anything!” She wriggled forwards, poking a puce nose between the barbs. “You were awesome! You were important! You could have taught me so much more – you knew how! Why didn’t you? And why - how the hell did you get pinned with pup-watching?”

A moment’s silence. “I know it’s difficult to understand now,” He began, his voice soft, hitching slightly. “But rank does not define character. I allowed it to define mine.” What the hell was he talking about? Who cared about ‘character’? Did character determine power, or privilege, or eating order? What even, in Ferus’s entire history, could good character obtain? “I was successful, but I was cruel. I hurt many, many wolves in ways I didn’t need to.” Again, who cared? Here, cruelty was their way of life, a necessity, a symbol of survival. In a world in which only the strong survived, cruelty often created the means for it. She, her parents, her pack understood this. How could he not? A thin snout flattened against firm earth – if she squinted, she could make out the honey brown hue of his eyes. “You’ll discover there’s more. More to life than fighting, than hunting, than-“

“Like what?” She sneered, yanking another piece off Flint’s offering. He paused, flashed a friendly grin – oh god, oh lord, he was going to get sappy, wasn’t he? Suddenly, the branch above her was hoisted up, balanced precariously on top of a slim auburn paw.

“Like you.”

Tagged: Beta Violet @suki

Choice #1: Ezikeal

Personality:
(Younger) In the nicest way possible, Ezikeal--or, better known as "Ezi" --is sort of the family clown. Not that that's incredibly unusual for a last-born pup. He'll act silly to cheer up the rest of the pack if he senses they're upset. He's actually pretty good at telling when the other wolves are unhappy (usually, not all the time), although he has a difficulty recognizing what it is bringing them unhappiness--especially when the thing making them unhappy is himself.

Ezi is rather calm-headed, and very adaptable. He gets irritated and uncomfortable when things stay the same way for a long period of time--which is part of why weaning him was incredibly easy. He loves to meet new wolves, as long as they smell like Ferus pack wolves. He is not naive, but it doesn't take a lot for him to start trusting a wolf either. Not naive, just a bit stupid. As a general rule, he is quite a noisy pup. Whether that be because he's trying to copy the other wolves howling, or yapping at his siblings, he's almost always making noise.

Like a lot of wolves, Ezikeal is very partial to his own pack. He is incredibly loyal to all of them, not just the alphas. Though, that's partially because he doesn't really understand pack roles. He thinks himself equal to all of them, and occasionally demands the same respect--earning him a telling-off. Ezi struggles to understand that he is a tiny pup, and they are big battle-worn warriors. It's not that he's brave. Hardly. When he's afraid of something he's gonna go to all lengths to avoid that things. The problem is, he's not afraid of things he should be. He does stupid things and expects to come out completely unscathed--more often than not, he doesn't. Needlessly to say, it takes more than one time of mistake for Ezikeal to learn his lesson. In fairness, wolf pup are naturally curious, but Ezikeal seems to lack the cautiousness wolf pups are also supposed to have.

(Older) (Not very detailed because it's likely shit will happen and personality may change)

In future years, Ezikeal will turn into a respectful wolf--one who, after a few errors, fully understands his place in the pack. As he grows, so will his humour. He will be incredibly sarcastic and pedantic to amuse both himself and others. He will discover that he is actually really good with young pups--although, that could be because he subconsciously believes he's better than them. Only subconsciously, he's not a monster. Ezikeal will aim to get a rank relating to working with pups--a Guardian, most likely.

Ezi will be an average-sized male wolf. Better at fighting than he is hunting, although both are around average--fighting perhaps slightly above average, but only slightly. He will keep most of his black fur, but will still gain small white patches like all black wolves. He will always have a young, child-like look to him.

Roleplay Sample:

It was a hot, fresh morning--hotter than usual. But, then again, this was the Ferus territory. It was always hot. Ezikeal didn't have much of an opinion on it. If he cared for the cooler temperatures he'd wake up earlier. He was more than used to the heat by now. He yawned, letting out a little whine as he stretched out his legs in front of himself and shook his head tiredly. The rest of his siblings appeared to have already ventured away from the den.

Ezi snuffled at the entrance of the den, testing the temperature of the soil under his nose before stepping out. His paws were relatively "clean" compared to the older wolves' weathered paws. He was still a pup, and still as delicate as one. He wandered a short way from the den, legs and feet moving without care of where he stepped. The wolf's muzzle touched lightly into the dirt as he sniffed around, his whiskers stirring up the dust. His nose collected dirt along the ground, still young and not actually sure how to follow a scent--just copying what he'd seen older wolves do. The male was lost in his own head, trotted along the vacant patch of ground.

A small movement in a patch of grass not far in front of him made his prick forward excitedly, his eyes quickly sweeping over the grass. His eyes flickered over, composed of a dull jade that would eventally don its baby colour and become a pretty amber. His pelt, when clean, was black but currently covered in dirt picked up off the ground. Ezi's eyes finally locked onto movement; a large butterfly, flapping about. It wasn't a meal, of course, but practice for catching a meal.

Ezikeal padded over to it quietly, watching it as it landed on a blade of grass. He lowered his head, almost testing how loud and close he could get before the butterfly flew off. As he got closer, he slowly moved himself into a crouching position with his stomach pressed into the ground. In a clumsy and inexperienced jerk, the young wolf thrust his body out, pushing his paws in front of himself as he, for lack of better word, crashed down onto the butterfly.

For a long moment, Ezikeal felt very pleased with himself. It wasn't everyday he caught a butterfly. He pulled his paws back to survey the damage, fully expecting to see a squashed butterfly. Instead, what he found, was in fact not a butterfly but a leaf. He wrinkled his nose and huffed disappointingly, sitting back on his haunches.

"Bugger." Ezi muttered, knowing full-well that he could get away with swearing while the older wolves weren't around. Almost tauntingly, the butterfly flew past his face and up into the sky.

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Tagging Beta Violet @suki because that's what everyone else was doing