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Ira

"If I am to die, let me die while saving another's life, so I know my life was worth something."

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a character in “Blood and Brittle Bones”, as played by Emily3456

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Name: Ira || Meaning Watchful Protector ||

Gender: Female

Age: Five

Rank: Fighter

Appearance:

Ira is unlike most wolves, while she had a pure white coat of fur, until normal eye's she had bright, vibrate, golden eyes. Her build is - surprisingly - bigger than most females in the pack, and even some males. Her legs are long and strong, showing that she often runs for a long length of time without being winded, and her teeth and nearly razor sharp. She was a born fighter, through she had to work hard to build up her muscles and work hard on being able to train her ears and nose and eyes to pick up things everyone else would normally miss. When she is angry, she tends to growl and flatten her ears to her head, when she shows her teeth, it's a warning. Her short temper comes out most times and you can tell when she's about to snap by her posture.

Personality:

Ira is what you would expect of a Fighter. She is tough and slightly lacking morals. She doesn't do anything half-assed and is set on protecting her Pack and everything else she holds dear. She has looked death in the face before, and is less than afraid to do it again. Her only problem is her family, her bother's and she do not always see eye too eye, and there is often friction going on between them, and she often gets in verbal and physical fights with Donovan. Both Donovan and herself are harsh, quick thinkers, they get it from their father. Both of them don'tact before they think, through Donovan more so than herself, while their brother, Eamon, likes to sit down and think things out before acting, he would rather use logic than rush into anything head on with out a solid plan. This causes tension, through when the three of them work together, they are unstoppable.

However, if their other brother, Garron, and their eldest sister, Serilda, were still alive, they would all work together and get along much better, instead, they are all haunted by the death of their siblings, and all know who is for blame.

Themselves.

Mother: Alexis (Deceased)

Father: Calhoun (Deceased)

Brothers: Donovan, Eamon, Garron (Deceased)

Sisters: Maia, Serilda (Deceased)

Mate: None

Crush: None

Pups: None

Strength: Fighting for what she believes in || Being observant || Keen sense of smell/hearing || The need to protect

Weakness: Losing loved ones || The thought of living forever || Family || Her emotions

β€œThe idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.”
― Suzanne Collins

So begins...

Ira's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ghost Character Portrait: Thorn Character Portrait: Asher Character Portrait: LifeSimmer Character Portrait: Cerci Character Portrait: Lichen Character Portrait: Ira Character Portrait: Orion Character Portrait: Salix

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L i c h e n
M a l e | S e n t r y
"Lih-chen. That's how you say it.
Not Lie-ken. I am not a fungi."


Sitting by the entrance was a bulky male. His reddish brown trained on his surroundings, making sure the pack was safe from immediate dangers. It was his job to make sure nothing got past him. They had young to feed and wolves to protect. However, his gaze was not hard and penetrable. It was soft and sweet. How is it that this large strong wolf get ranked as a sentry? The skin beneath his short tinted pelt was gashed with scars unimaginable. He dealt with more than just the annoyance of deceptive foxes and cowardly coyotes. His skin was tough and hard. Perfect for battle since his injuries did nothing more than feel like a bloody scratch. He was not a fighter though, he refused. He was too much of a softy to hurt another wolf. Even if it was an enemy. Second best rank he could be fitted into was a sentry. Originally, Lichen wanted to be a caretaker, but his gifts cursed him. He was too rough for his own good and didn't acquire the gentleness and skill needed to be a caretaker. So there he sat, watching and waiting for something to ambush him. The ginger wolf didn't mind being a sentry, since in a way he was helping his fellow pack mates by keeping them safe on his own accord.

His eyes wandered as the chilled breeze buffeted his fur. He shuttered. The forest was unnaturally silent and that unsettled him. The crinkle of the leaves snapped him to attention. The short, stubby fur on his neck bristled and he slowly assumed the crouching position. Teeth automatically bared at the direction the sound came in. Pressure settled in his ears as blood started to pump faster from his beating heart. He could feel it thudding against his chest. Once he took in the scent, his haunches relaxed and he plopped back down on his hide. It was just the morning patrol. The throaty growl that threatened to come lose was swallowed and he wagged his long curled tail. He didn't bother asking the Beta what went on in the forest of Isiria. He would hear from the scouts soon enough, especially from Salix. Rumors traveled fast in this pack with Salix's informative gossip. Speaking of Salix, he trotted past him with a mischievous look on his face. Lichen snorted as Salix whacked him in the muzzle with his long fluffy tail and he growled at him. "Why so serious?" He asks as he slips through the entrance. "It's my job to be serious." He responds though Salix was already gone.

(Let me know if I must edit. Since it's my first post, I'm bound to get something wrong. For example, the weather.)

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Character Portrait: Ghost Character Portrait: Thorn Character Portrait: Asher Character Portrait: LifeSimmer Character Portrait: Ira

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The night was cold as winter was long, the sharp air crisp with the promise of frost. Only an hour ago had the sun finally sunk down below the barren trees of the forest, the skies stained red like the blood of a fresh kill as the glowing orange orb touched the peeks of the mountains in the distance. A set of paws left tracks in cold mud, stirring up the fall leaf litter underfoot, crushing the moist and decaying grasses that the sudden autumn had killed a few weeks ago. The clouds above covered the moon, threatening to deposit the first snow of the season, the night was going to be cold, long, and dark. Hot breath misted out in a shapeless white billow as the runner's uneven run slowed, coming to stand still on a firm and thick fallen maple tree trunk. Golden eyes peered out into the darkness, seeing everything even in the seemingly pitch black forest. The hunter's ears pressed forward, standing erect, rotating first to the left and then to the right.


His coast was clear, muscles tensing as he bunched, preparing to jump down from the log he had perched himself on to get a better view of his path. There was hesitation though, ears laying back as the mature male wolf calculated the height of the jump, his bad leg wouldn't take the weight of his body from such a height. Using his claws to sturdy his paws he walked a line down the trunk, coming to the top where the branches were once heavy with leaves. Much closer to the ground he stepped off, making sure to brace his back leg before pushing himself into an easy run. At this pace he'd reach his pack within a half hour, having set out with a patrol to check the Northern border at midday. It had been a long day of running on an empty stomach with the cold from the mountains nipping at his heels. He had brought two others with him, though neither were in sight, having gone ahead at a faster pace than the crippled male wolf.

Asher's sensitive nose could still smell them and every once and awhile he'd hear the rustle of the dry undergrowth from in front of him. The dusky brown wolf perked his ears, picking up on the sounds of his pack as they neared their camp. Shouldering through the dense undergrowth the large male wolf trotted into the camp, head lifted with authority as he returned. Asher was in pain, his back right leg burning in white hot pain. The trip had been too far for the aging Beta male, not that he'd ever admit it, all he wanted to do now was lay down and relax with a full belly. But first he had to report his findings to the Alpha, Ghost. Using his nose he focused in on her location and approached slowly, lowering his ears and dropping his body closer to the ground. Stopping in front of her he tilted his head, baring his throat to her in submission as he let out a whine of greeting to his superior.

The patrol had come back with nothing to report, the borders had gone uncrossed and there was no sign of an trespassers. There had been evidence of a bear moving into the North hemisphere of the territory but it was well away from the camp and was getting ready to bed down for winter hibernation. Come spring they may have to chase it off, though Asher did not think of it as a concern to worry Ghost about at the time. His eyes did not meet the Alpha's, though the dark haired male did look upon the white she-wolf, tail wagging between his legs ever so slightly as his ears slowly perked up. "Hope you didn't miss me too much." Asher said with a smile to his voice.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ghost Character Portrait: Thorn Character Portrait: Asher Character Portrait: LifeSimmer Character Portrait: Cerci Character Portrait: Lichen Character Portrait: Ira Character Portrait: Orion Character Portrait: Sadies Character Portrait: Griffin Character Portrait: Salix

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L i f e S i m m e r
F e m a l e | S c o u t
"Just call me Sim."


Amber eyes blinked beneath the shrubs where a she-wolf had nestled in. The mottled pelt shifted behind her shade and the wolf let out a long, shivering yawn. The she-wolf stretched her legs and dug into the ground with her nimble paws. Lifesimmer wanted to sleep more than anything, but she knew of the work she had to do. She nosed the leaves out of her vision as she slowly crept from her sleeping place. The shrub occupied the corner of a clearing which the pack claimed as the heart of their territory. The camp now had wolves seeping in from the entrance. The she-wolf pushed herself onto all fours and watched them with weary eyes. Giving her pelt a shake, she wondered if she had slept in. Assuming that the Beta was back with a mouthful of companions in her ranking, she had. The morning patrol took their places and started to socialize as Asher trotted over to the Alpha. It was the Beta's duty to report in to the Alpha, even if there was nothing that took place in the premises.

Her amber hues studied the grounds, and her sights caught young Thorn resting by her lonesome. The she-wolf decided to gather up the courage to approach the fighter, padding over with her ears pricked. Lifesimmer stopped a tail length away and let out a muffled woof to get her attention. "Pardon," She breathes light and quick. "Have I missed the morning patrol?" What an obvious question she spurted out! The absurdity of her question made her nervous. The little stub, where her tail should be, stiffened. She wasn't used to talking to many of her peers, mainly because she was branded as an outcast because of her father. For some odd reason, the Alpha decided that Lifesimmer would be great use to her pack and took her in. Still, not every wolf agreed with her decision. She was pleasantly surprised when she was ranked as a scout instead of a lowly omega. Lifesimmer was determined to prove to them all that she was worthy to be here. So far, first impressions weren't exactly her department. The she-wolf listened attentively as Thorn prepared to speak, shivering with anticipation. If she had indeed missed morning patrol, she would take it as her duty to monitor the area anyway. Who knows what could be lurking out there with fewer wolves on the scene. The only wolf she could trust to be with her on this mission was Lichen, the sentry. Unless someone else wanted to come with them. She doubted it though, the majority of the pack recently came back from the forest and were probably hesitant of going back out there.

(Let me know if I must edit. Since it's my first post, I'm bound to get something wrong. For example, the weather.)

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ghost Character Portrait: Thorn Character Portrait: Asher Character Portrait: LifeSimmer Character Portrait: Cerci Character Portrait: Lichen Character Portrait: Ira Character Portrait: Sadies Character Portrait: Griffin Character Portrait: Salix

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The Alpha female turned her head and smiled at Asher, her fluffed tail neatly beside her and her head held high as she sat. "I miss all of you when you leave." she noted truthfully, he pale red eyes sparkled. "I worry too much, but I guess I should have known this role in life would come with a price. There are some advantages to it I suppose."
The white wolf stood, holding her gaze on the male Beta, searching for the question she was originally going to ask him, but had forgotten. "Ah," she remembered, "was anything sighted during your patrol at all?"



OOC: I made an itty bitty post ha ha.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ghost Character Portrait: Thorn Character Portrait: Asher Character Portrait: LifeSimmer Character Portrait: Cerci Character Portrait: Lichen Character Portrait: Ira Character Portrait: Orion Character Portrait: Sadies Character Portrait: Griffin Character Portrait: Salix Character Portrait: Donovan Character Portrait: Theon Character Portrait: Lacy

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Lacy
β€œRunning, you should know, is a kind of stillness.” ― Tiphanie Yanique
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The bright fire was slowly fading behind her, as was the victory cries of the humans and last whimpers of her family. Soon the only sound that filled the dark forest was the thumps of her paws onto the ground and the soft exhales and inhales of breath. Cold gusts of wind fought against Lacy, threatening her to slow down, but she ignored it, she ignored the burning of her lungs as she pushed the freezing air in and out, and the numbness of her paws as she pushed herself to get further and further away, as she tired to escape her appending doom. It would be so easy to stop now, to give up and let death come and collect her, but she had always been a fighter, she had never been one to give in. The she-wolf would never understand why it was her who had lived and not one of her siblings, after all, she was the smallest of her family, she would have been the easiest to pick off, the only thing she had going for her was her speed, and even that was less when it came down to a battle. Then again, it was her speed that had saved her.

The night wore on, and as she traveled up, over the mountain, the air cold colder and the winds whispered louder, soft snow was falling slowly, unlike in the valley below. The tall, dead trees cracked and twigs snapped beneath her, and yet, she only stopped once. She stopped at the peak of the mountain so she could turn around and look down at the valley that used to be her home. She could see the fire that was engulfing the dead trees, it was slowly spreading, through it would stop soon, it was clear it had been man made. Other animals were running away, fleeing from death. She lifted her head, and let out a heart broken howl. It priced through the air and echoed off the the mountain and down to the burning valley, and the darker, untouched valley. Lacy turned then, and started to run again. She didn't stop again after that, not with the picture of her home burning branded into her mind.

Soon the mountain started to tilt downward and she knew she was coming closer and closer to the other Tribe of wolves. Her mother had heard mere rumors about the other wolves, since not many of her own tribe had liked to travel over the mountain, she knew now, by the scents that burned her nose, the rumors had been true. This tribe, The Tribe of the Fallen, was one of the biggest tribes in this area. If she could, she would warn the Alpha of this tribe, explain what had happened, how ruthless the humans had been, and how they might be next, and then she would move on to warn others. Lacy no longer had a family of her own, the least she could do was help protect other family's from the same loss.

She pushed down the swelling emotions, the pain, and pushed her legs to move faster. She strained her ears and nose, trying to hear if any of the wolves were near by, trying to figure out how old these scents were. As far as she could tell, they were at least seventy-four hours old, most likely, they had belonged to a hunting party, they were most likely trying to pack as much food up for the rest of the pack before winter hit them as hard as it had hit the mountains. The snow was still caught up in her fur from when she had been higher in the mountains, and most likely it wouldn't melt out completely until the sun rose. Lacy kept going through, ignoring the new cold as she traveled blindly through the forest. She didn't start to slow down until she came across newer scents. The she-wolf soon slowed down to a light jog, and let out a softer howl than before, through she still winced at how horrible it sounded, like she was a dying animal calling for help. She was certain that the tribe would hear the unfamiliar howl and come to investigate.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Thorn Character Portrait: Asher Character Portrait: LifeSimmer Character Portrait: Cerci Character Portrait: Lichen Character Portrait: Ira Character Portrait: Orion Character Portrait: Sadies Character Portrait: Griffin Character Portrait: Salix Character Portrait: Donovan Character Portrait: bloody tail Character Portrait: Theon Character Portrait: Lacy

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Ghost could tell Asher had slightly been stung by her lack of interest, but she reminded herself it had been that way for a long time, she could also tell that he had been slowly giving up on her. Although it ached her heart, she knew it was better this way. Besides, he was still someone she could trust and rely on, and an important asset to the pack. It's not that I don't want to have a mate to rule beside me, but I must put the whole pack first before anything. Their sake and wellbeing is my responsibility. She sighed, watching her pack through wary eyes. A light breeze made the snowy hair along her spine stand slightly and she lifted herself, showing dominance, as she embraced the thin wind. Her head and tail held high, she walked through their home, greeting everyone with a smile. She would have to call everyone together eventually to discuss the seasons changes, especially with winter just a few moons away. During the brittle season of winter, the small prey would tuck themselves warmly into their burrows, and the much larger prey would travel outside of the forest, beyond the mountains. She had been thinking that soon it would be time to face some changes to accommodate with this time of year, especially since last winter season nearly half the pack had been wiped out.
Looking up at the sky, she saw the sun was pale and a cloud had crossed over it, signaling the beginning of Autumn. The air will be colder, and the leaves will start to fall, telling the prey to start heading away. We must discuss soon... I will call a gathering before next moon. She had been thinking of ideas that they could use to survive the harsh times, but had only come up with one, and it was too soon to be worrying the pack with such drastic measures just yet.

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Character Portrait: Ghost Character Portrait: Thorn Character Portrait: Asher Character Portrait: LifeSimmer Character Portrait: Lichen Character Portrait: Ira Character Portrait: Sadies Character Portrait: Griffin Character Portrait: Salix Character Portrait: Donovan Character Portrait: Theon Character Portrait: Lacy

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L i c h e n
M a l e | S e n t r y
"Lih-chen. That's how you say it.
Not Lie-ken. I am not a fungi."


Lichen cursed at himself as the she-wolf darted. The very last thing that he wanted to happen. Her long legs aided her as she disappeared into the forest. He knew better than to slump his head and drag himself home, so he bounded after her. He realized that the howl not only got rid of her but also stirred up a strong fear scent for him to follow. This gave him a sense of relief that she wasn't lost from him forever, just temporarily. Eventually, the she wolf would get tired and find a place to rest. At this very thought, Lichen paced himself. However, he kept up the fast stride.

Something pricked him with a odd feeling as he ran. He had passed many familiar shrubs, trees, and marks as he followed her fear scent. Only as his reddish-brown eyes laid upon the entrance to his camp had he realized that she was running in the right direction in the first place. He didn't even need to run. He squeezed into the small entrance, his large paws digging into the dirt to hull his huge body in. He was greeted with the Alpha's ringing howl.

At first, he was disoriented, however he recollected himself. He glanced around the clearing with pricked up, alert ears and his long tail stiff. Salix trotted up to him but Lichen didn't pay him any attention. "Hey, What's the matter?" He barked, his fluffy tail swishing behind him. Lichen let out a faint whine. "I'll tell you later." Salix lowered his tail and he sniffed Lichen. "You smell different. I can't tell why..." Before the ginger wolf could respond, Asher and three other wolves trotted into camp. Lichen's eyes rested on the wolf in the middle of LifeSimmer and Thorn. There was a new she-wolf, her unfamiliar scent tinted with soot. The Alpha merely glanced at the new wolf as Asher took a moment to hobble over to her and explain what was going on. Her news was obviously the first burden she wanted to rid herself of.

The grave news sunk in after she closed her mouth. There was enough silence to hear the uneasy wolves whisper briskly to their neighbors. Salix nosed Lichen, worry flowing off his small body. Lichen nodded. This was indeed something he didn't want to hear. Especially since he was already stressed with finding his fugitive.


OOC: (Let me know if I must edit. I'm bound to get something wrong. For example, the weather.)