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a character in “The Wolves of the Alterean Forest”, as played by Roseclaw


Age: 28

Gender: Male

Pack: Shadow

Position: Pack Member

Human Appearance:

Wolf Appearance:

Mate: None

Mother - Deceased
Father - Deceased
Sister - Zenith



Ransyr is a calm and collected individual for the most part. There are times when his emotions get the better of him but he is otherwise in control of them. He's very loyal to his pack and would die to protect any one of them, especially his sister, Zenith. Joking around is one thing he likes to do even though he may seem like he's always serious. Ransyr isn't ruthless but he'll do what he must to help the pack survive as a whole.


Ransyr was the first-born to his parents and just like them grew up to be a warrior of the pack. Ever since he was young he took to heart everything his parents told him, respecting their words and decisions even if at times he didn't agree with them. And just like any other youth, he got into his fair share of trouble. Nothing serious, of course, but he and his friends always had some kind of punishment given to them. His sister on the other hand never got into trouble, though how could she have with the way she was?

He never felt sorry for his sister though since he could tell it didn't bother her either. Zenith always did things on her own except for the few occasions she played with some of the girls. Yet as the years passed and her kind and quiet nature continued he knew he had to protect her from the harshest of evils. Then again, that was just another reason for him to protect her really since she was his little sister and he'd never approve of any male she'd become interested in. And when it became known that she was to become the new healer he was glad that she found a place at all within the pack. It honestly wouldn't have mattered to him if she had ended up an Omega but he was still happy for her.

Unfortunately, it wasn't long after Zenith's training started when they lost their parents in a deadly battle with the Snow Pack. Ransyr had still been in training at the time of the battle and he was on the field with his parents and other members of their pack. They had started winning when the surprise attack came from behind. His father had seen the group of three enemy wolves out of the corner of his eyes just before they made their move but it was already too late. His mother went down first, sending his father into a rage against the enemy wolves. He managed to kill one and held the other two at bay long enough for Ransyr to escape and sound the call for retreat. And in his flight he had made a silent prayer to his parents' souls that he would always protect Zenith.

So begins...

Ransyr's Story


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Character Portrait: Karu Lynn Character Portrait: Heaven-leigh Character Portrait: Alexander Myers Character Portrait: Ransyr Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
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Heaven-leigh, Shadow Pack

Heaven-Leigh ran from her brother in wolf form. She needed to clear her head; away from the dead wolf. The wolf had been so young...just barely a pack member in training. Her heart squeezed when she thought of him. It was know that she re-felt her feelings of affection toward him...if only she had told him sooner.

Now she could hear her pulse in her head, and billows of cloud came form her nose as breathed heavily. One thought buzzed around her head like a bee in spring: revenge. The thought was so sweet. The damned snow pack needed to learn their lesson! She was done with sitting by, and being told she was too young. Heaven-Leigh rose to her paws and streaked off into the woods. Before long she caught the scent of a deer from the wind. She turned sharply, and nearly collided into it. Maybe she could prove herself this way?? Heaven-Leigh continued to chase it for ten minutes. She was so very close, she was right on its tail! That was when she noticed her surroundings. The scent wafted to her; this was Snow pack territory! Before she had a chance to react, she continued over the border. What if I'm caught???!!! she thought horrified. Heaven-Leigh didn't care. She kept on chasing the deer until-Crunch! She leaped on it and clamped her jaws round its neck. Proud of herself, Heaven-Leigh smiled, but quickly pulled herself and her catch back across the border to the Shadow Pack side. Please tell me no one saw me! She thought, full of worry. In an attempt to disguise her scent, she kicked leaves over her trail. If the Snow pack found Shadow Pack scent on their borders... she couldn't even think about it.

She continued dragging the deer until she crossed into camp. She let out a little yip and sent out a telepathic message: I got dinner!
Of course she let Pack members, betas, and the Alpha before herself. Heaven-Leigh did bark at an Omega who came over before diving in. Delicious....

Alexander, Shadow Pack
Alexander was patrolling the border with Ransyr (if that's okay) when he detected Karu's scent. It was mixed with the scent of sadness.
He flicked his tail, signaling Ransyr to return to camp and that the patrol was done. See you later he said telepathically.

Alexander walked up the hill, and found Karu sitting criss-cross in human form. He shifted to human form as well and sat beside her. "How are you doing, Karu?" Her bleak, tear stained face mixed with upset and rage told him everything. "Not well? Me neither. I can't believe snow clan could be so wicked as to kill a young wolf, who was alone. It's outraging!" He picked up a rock and threw it down the hill.

"I can't help but think we need to... do something about this. I don't know if war would be quite right, but we should at least attack them, right? I would be ready to charge in to battle now if the order was given."

He took a second and looked off into the view. "It's beautiful, isn't it Karu? I've never quite seen such a view." He put his hand lightly on Karu's arm. "Well, it's not quite as beautiful as you are..." Alexander shifted and headed back to camp before Karu could respond. Am I crazy?! he thought, his stomach twisting in knots. He knew he wasn't; he had known Karu for years, but never really ever truly expressed his feelings. Now that war was coming, he knew he had to say something, before the risk of one of them dying was posed. I just hope she feels the same way is all he could think as he headed back into camp and enjoyed some of the deer, apparently caught solely Heaven-Leigh.


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Character Portrait: Zenith Character Portrait: Frost Evans Character Portrait: Alexander Myers Character Portrait: Ransyr Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
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Ransyr, Shadow Pack

Ransyr was patrolling with Alexander when they came upon Karu's scent. From the freshness of it he could tell that she was nearby but far enough away from the camp for privacy. He stood next to Alexander looking at their surroundings and double-checking that all was well in this area even though it was well within the pack's territory. But at the other male's signal, Ransyr nodded and trotted off back towards the camp, his form disappearing into the foliage.

His mind returned to earlier that day when it was discovered that one of their own had been killed. No...murdered. The Snow Pack had done it without a doubt, but the question was: Who in the Snow Pack killed the wolf? Did the Alpha do it? The Beta? Or even one of the warriors? Individual scents were usually easy to pick up on but considering the murderer was a member of the Snow Pack, there was no way they would allow for someone from the Shadow Pack to come over and sniff out the killer. So their only other option was to decimate the Snow Pack entirely. That is if Frost would order such an attack, but the Alpha wasn't rash like that. Besides, he'd let the rest of the pack know his decision soon enough.

It wasn't long before Ransyr finally returned to camp, pausing on the boundaries of it to check out the activity and see who was doing what. There was some of the usual day-to-day activity but there was a mixture of strong emotions in the air. He could smell it without any problem and most of those emotions were undoubtedly geared towards the death of the wolf that was now laying in the clearing in front of the Alpha's cabin. He stared at the wolf for a few minutes and then finally retreated to his own cabin to get some rest.

Frost, Shadow Pack

He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe it. A part of him wanted to believe that this was just a nightmare but he knew it wasn't. When Frost had first heard the news of someone having been killed by the Snow Pack he thought someone was just trying to play a sick joke on him. Unfortunately, he was wrong. And now he was staring at the wolf who had been killed, looking over the obvious evidence of blood and wounds made by another wolf. A mix of rage and sadness was swirling inside me and could be seen in his eyes, though he kept a tight control on those emotions knowing that the worst thing he could do was act on them.

Sighing heavily he looked to the pack's healer, Zenith, as she knelt beside the wolf to find a few answers. He wanted to know which of the wounds had been the cause of death or if it had just been general bloodloss all together. He also wanted to know if she'd be able to find any scraps of fur that weren't the same color as the dead wolf's since it'd help with finding the individual who'd killed him. The most important answer he wanted though was to know if the wolf was surely and truly dead and Zenith was the only one who could determine that without a doubt.

"Well..?" he asked when Zenith finally pulled her hands away and stood.

"He's dead.." she said, her voice choked with sadness. "I managed to find a single tuft of fur that is a different color. From what I can tell, it's a blend of white and black with a bit of gray. As for the cause of death..." Zenith paused to shut her eyes a moment so she could force back her own tears and take a deep, shaky breath. "His death was due to a few different things.. Blood loss did play a role but it appears that someone had also choked him by biting his neck.."

"I see.." Frost replied, keeping his voice quiet. For a few minutes he just stood there and stared at the dead wolf, thinking to himself on what to do next. When he was done he cleared his throat and looked back to the healer. "Thank you, Zenith. I will have him brought to you shortly so you can prepare our comrade's body for burial."

Zenith, Shadow Pack

As Zenith bowed her head to Frost the only thing that was going through her mind was...why? Why do the two packs have to constantly fight? Why couldn't they live in peace together? Why had the two packs gone into war in the first place? And yet none of those questions had answers since no one truly knew. It pained her to see any wolf in such a shape, no matter what pack they belonged to.

She left Frost standing next to the dead wolf, silently making her way back to her cabin and retreating inside. Once inside there was no more damming the river of tears that had built up and within seconds the flood gates flew open. Tears streaked down both sides of her face as she collapsed onto a nearby chair, all of her grief and sadness forcing its way out. It might not be appropriate for the healer to have an emotional breakdown but since she hated violence it was hard for her to see someone so badly injured without her tearing up some. Though it was obviously worse when someone died. But Zenith found it was easiest to get the harsh, jolting crying fit out of the way as soon as possible because even though the pain of losing someone was still there it didn't affect her as strongly.

So she cried, letting it all out until she couldn't anymore. Only then did she pick herself up and scrub her face with warm water and a washcloth. From there she began gathering whatever items she'd need to prepare the dead wolf's body for burial.