Date Available: Spring

  Name: Ulisse

  Gender: Male

  Age: 6 months

  Rank: Rogue - but may join a pack if they want

  Appearance:
  Ulisse is a well-fit pup, even in his young age Ulisse is blessed with a naturally moderate frame with considerable strength, but quite quick on his paws when he wants to be, and able to change direction in chase. Although it is plain to see he is among the smallest out of his three male sibling, it is visible he will grow to his father's size. His coat, up his legs, chest, and belly is white mixed with a light, sandy tan colour. As you move further up his back and neck, his base colour remains tan, but becomes slightly darker, as dustings of other colours interfere with the solid pattern. His back is mostly glazed with grey and black, with intervals of more tan, occasionally. His ears are a dark brownish-tan, with the left one's tip folded down. His muscles have yet to develop well, but he has a fairly broad chest and shoulders, and strong jaw muscles for crushing. His eyes are the same entrancing, beautiful green as his father's, the most noticeable out of all his features, with the same two black marks that rested beneath them as his sire. It is evidenced that he will grow up to be quite the handsome brute, equally skilled at captivating, and frightening.

  Personality:
  Most would say, upon first meeting, that this male is the spitting image of his father, in looks and personality. However, that opinion may morph the deeper you dig into his heart. He is quite mischievous, not uncommon for him to be in trouble with god-knows-what. By the months and days, he only becomes more and more sly, intelligent, and cunning. He learns things quickly, and never makes the same mistake twice, one for experimenting with things and testing new techniques. His curious mind constantly craves new things to learn and do, leading to random outbursts of action, whether it be randomly running, just to see how quickly he can get from A to B, or making someone's life a living hell for the purpose of seeing just how far he could push them. Seldom is he purposefully mean, he often just doesn't know when enough is enough, and has to find that out himself. Listening to direct orders is not one of his strong points, and is almost never done by him. If you tell him to go left, he'll go right, just to annoy you, and to see why going right is so bad. Another thing he has that may offput other wolves is his morbid sense of humour, and disrespect for Pack wolves, though he is unbiased toward the wolf itself.

Strong emotions are something he fails to understand, or feel very often, and frankly, he despises them. He doesn't see them as a weakness, or anything like that, but he hates not having full control over how he acts and how he feels, and thinks it best to limit the amount of control other people have over him. But at times he is sentimental, whatever he cherishes he will never give up for anything, and will fight to the death for it. At this time, his belief that his mother cares about them has dwindled, and his urge to find his father grown, as the mystery shrouding his family perturbs him all the more with age. All concern and protectiveness he feels for his family is more of a sense of duty to him, something that just had to be done, liked or not, though there is one sibling he particularly cares for, though he would never admit to such a thing. He doesn't care what other wolves think of him, and will simply walk away or ignore those attempting to insult him.

He is heavily a plan-maker, some would say he plans out his every footstep, the way he's constantly thinking. He is a perfectionist with anything, ironing out flaws meticulously, but after throwing a miniature tantrum when something goes wrong, he immediately scraps it and re-writes it all again, rather than retry a failed idea. And he never forgives, nor forgets someone doing him or his loved ones wrong, unless by some miracle he's convinced that they are truly sorry. But his expertise is faking that he is, a very convincing liar, though that is not his preferred method. Most commonly, he is effective at story-weaving, editing a story just enough that it's believable, and he can truthfully say he isn't lying, shouldering any blame innocently off a cliff. Much more of a listener than a speaker, he's one that would listen to all your problems patiently, even if he couldn't possibly care less that you were in distress. Determined, unswayed, dramatic are all words that would well describe him, as when he sets his mind to something, it is set in stone. And even with all these seemingly set-in-stone traits, with his age he has the potential to do a turnaround, throwing the Ulisse you once knew to the wolves, speaking figuratively.


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  History:
  Born into a strange world - separated from all signs of the living packs. These pups do not know their father, who he is or even what he smells like. After agreeing to his deal with the one-eyed Rogue, Desmond disappeared from the scene. He fed her from the entrance of her den, but never once wished to see the little pups. So they live with their mother, out in the Rogue lands, free to move about those lands as they wish.

Date Available: Spring

  Name: OOC Player may choose

  Gender: Male

  Age: 6 months

  Rank: Rogue - but may join a pack if they want

  Appearance:
  To Be Decided

  Personality:
  To Be Decided

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  History:
  Born into a strange world - separated from all signs of the living packs. These pups do not know their father, who he is or even what he smells like. After agreeing to his deal with the one-eyed Rogue, Desmond disappeared from the scene. He fed her from the entrance of her den, but never once wished to see the little pups. So they live with their mother, out in the Rogue lands, free to move about those lands as they wish.

Date Available: Spring

  Name: OOC Player may choose

  Gender: Male

  Age: 6 months

  Rank: Rogue - but may join a pack if they want

  Appearance:
  To Be Decided

  Personality:
  To Be Decided

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  History:
  Born into a strange world - separated from all signs of the living packs. These pups do not know their father, who he is or even what he smells like. After agreeing to his deal with the one-eyed Rogue, Desmond disappeared from the scene. He fed her from the entrance of her den, but never once wished to see the little pups. So they live with their mother, out in the Rogue lands, free to move about those lands as they wish.

Date Available: Spring

  Name: Evalynn

  Gender: Female

  Age: 6 months

  Rank: Rogue - but may join a pack if they want

  Appearance:
  Evalynn has a rustic look about her, deep shades of black and honey brown cover her entire body. Her fur also has some white and grey in bits around her face and back. She has soft ears that smooth out her broad face. A lean muzzle and at the tip is an ebony nose. Her eyes are a light honey brown. She stands at a pretty decent height, bound to grow a bit taller and have strong muscles. Her tail is short and bushy, only reaching about halfway down her legs. Her paws are broad and made for climbing into dangerous spots. She has slightly broad shoulders that compliment her body in length. Her face is covered in grays and browns, underneath her face is covered in white and cream. Her legs are slender and long, making her appear tall.

  Personality:
  Evalynn is not very trusting of others unless you have been with her for a very long time. She often speaks what seems to be nonsense at first until further inspected. She is also very charming and funny. She becomes very excitable and can talk for what seems like hours. She's a bit on the crazy side, her mental state can be unstable. She is very strong at heart and completely stubborn when the times call for it. She's wise beyond her years but suffers from paranoia at a young age. She's very loving to her mother, but despises her other siblings with a heated passion. She feels the need to be individual and hates being compared to others. She is very quick to think that danger is about and often will explore such dangers. Deep within her mind is a small voice that cries out to her, encouraging the dangerous and yet safety as well. She is brave yet she seeks to be alone for the rest of her life. She finds no interest in pack-life, thinking wolves are stronger when they are alone. She's feisty and can have quite a sassy reply when someone speak to her.

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  History:
  Born into a strange world - separated from all signs of the living packs. These pups do not know their father, who he is or even what he smells like. After agreeing to his deal with the one-eyed Rogue, Desmond disappeared from the scene. He fed her from the entrance of her den, but never once wished to see the little pups. So they live with their mother, out in the Rogue lands, free to move about those lands as they wish. While Evalynn has grown and learned many things from her mother, she does indeed wish to know the devil that had been her father. Not even permanently, but for a brief meeting she'd enjoy showing how strong she had become. She learned to interact with her mother and tried to avoid having contact with others, including her siblings. She trusts one of her brothers slightly and sometimes will talk to him. Her Paranoia causes her to often believe that she is being followed and gets her lost within the woods, making her mother find her or she find her mother once again. She's quick at learning and soon will wish to pursue training in everything possible.

Date Available: Spring

  Name: OOC Player may choose

  Gender: Female

  Age: 6 months

  Rank: Rogue - but may join a pack if they want

  Appearance:
  To Be Decided

  Personality:
  To Be Decided

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  History:
  Born into a strange world - separated from all signs of the living packs. These pups do not know their father, who he is or even what he smells like. After agreeing to his deal with the one-eyed Rogue, Desmond disappeared from the scene. He fed her from the entrance of her den, but never once wished to see the little pups. So they live with their mother, out in the Rogue lands, free to move about those lands as they wish.

Date Available: Spring

  Name: Conláed [Kon-lee; meaning 'purifying fire']

  Gender: Male

  Age: 6 months

  Rank: Rogue - but may join a pack if they want

  Appearance:
  The juvenile male has a coat not too dissimilar from his father, ranging in subtle shades from fawn, through to tan, grey and black. The colours of his pelt alone make him rather a handsome wolf, but the most striking feature of his design would surely be his eyes of a shimmering emerald green, which also resemble those of his sire. The beauty of his orbs is magnified further by the distinct charcoal rim to them, which also matches his raven black nose. The darkest pigments of black and brown are speckled into the fur on his back, shoulders and the tip of his tail. Slightly lighter tans and russets mark the top of his head and muzzle, along with the back of his neck, the top of his limbs and his flanks where the brown/grey colour is the base of his coat. The underside of his snout and body are the palest, with the cream colour descending down to his broad chest and along his legs, as well as highlighting patches around his withers, cheeks and his eyes. His fur itself is neither particularly thin nor thick and is generally quite coarse on the top coat, although it varies in colouration and fluffiness with the changing seasons. Although still young, the brute is above average in dimensions for his age, destined to be about his father's size when full grown. He is well-proportioned with the ratio of his height to length, meaning he is not stocky nor spindly, and so is fully capable of doing most things.

  Personality:
  From the moment Conláed was no longer a vulnerable newborn and had been weaned off his mother's milk, he had always been independent. For a while he did not communicate at all, and began speaking much later than his brothers and sisters. It worried his mother that he was completely mute or something was not right about him, but he is actually very intelligent and just not much of a talker, although he isn't exactly shy. Possibly his brain was so focused on trying to make sense of everything coming through his senses that he just didn't bother to speak. He prefers to learn things on his own or mimic others on his own will, even if it means he makes mistakes, but he won't get annoyed at someone trying to help him and will purposely try to tune out whatever they are saying or doing instead, unless their way seems better. Being born into a family of rogues with only one adult to watch over him and his siblings, self-preservation and survival has been key to him and is usually at the forefront of his mind, among many other things. He is far more interested in new experiences and being able to enjoy moments observing than sitting around idly talking about everyday things or playing over and over again with his litter mates, as he is endlessly curious and has a thirst for knowledge and challenging himself. Never has he had any interest in joining a pack, as he doesn't want ranks or responsibilities, but rather wishes to explore and understand as much of the world around him as possible, on his own terms. At an early stage in life he learned that death is certain, and that life is not eternal, from watching interactions around him. As he is accepting of mortality, he holds near to no fear, just as he holds no hatred or bitterness most of the time and is exceedingly patient, despite his permanent facial expression seeming to be a slight glare.

Just as he expects little protection and help from others, in return he does not offer it to others, being unwilling to put his health in danger and believing they should be capable of handling themselves and learn from their errors, unless the situation is very unfairly out of their favour. He's not the wolf to go to for a thrilling conversation, as he will rarely disclose personal information and does not really have much of an opinion on things, as he mostly just weighs up the facts. He knows the power of words, and although what little that he says is normally blunt and honest, he often gets information by wording his speech to say something different from what he really is trying to find out. Sometimes his actions have an intention behind them that is not as it seems, as he doesn't like others to know how he is thinking and may pretend to be different to find out what he wants, so he can be unpredictable. His lacking social skills are an issue sometimes. He's not affectionate but he does quite enjoy company, although he may prefer to follow along from a distance. Conláed cares genuinely for a few he has bonded with and does have a clear yet skewed conscience, but his caring side is not shown directly. He keeps watch from afar and will do as he deems fit from a distance, particularly for his paranoid sister. It can be quite difficult for him to make friends as he is outwardly quite cold. He's not egocentric nor violent so he will back down from a battle if needed, and would rather weigh up his chances of winning and use his wit if he knows he has little chance, or simply walk off if it's over something unimportant as there are better things to do and he'd rather save his pelt from damage. Overall he's not much of a fighter, but when cornered and put under pressure his natural defensive wolf instinct and absence of fear put him at a great advantage.

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  History:
  Born into a strange world - separated from all signs of the living packs. These pups do not know their father, who he is or even what he smells like. After agreeing to his deal with the one-eyed Rogue, Desmond disappeared from the scene. He fed her from the entrance of her den, but never once wished to see the little pups. So they live with their mother, out in the Rogue lands, free to move about those lands as they wish.

Conláed has upheld the life of a rogue in his young life, not once going near the packs and being content to live the life of a loner for as long as he lives. He is venturing further and further away from his mother's den, soon to be exploring the neutral lands and finding pack wolves to study, although he often returns every few days for food since he's not very apt at hunting with his inexperience. His independence and curiosity leads him to many interesting and potantially dangerous situations, as he tries to challenge himself by following predators to watch the way they hunt, and potentially steal some of their kills. He does not bother much with his mother otherwise, and had used her disability to his advantage throughout his puphood. He mostly ignores his siblings as he goes about his own life, but upon crossing their scent may find himself tracking them from afar, being protective of them from a distance. Towards his sister Evalynn for example, he has on a few occasions seen her suffering from her paranoia while she was lost on her own and has slipped away quietly to find his mother and hinted at her where his sister was and that she needed help, but has never told Evalynn of this.

Because of his upbringing, he is still fairly wary of meeting other wolves, especially males as he has never met an adult male in his life so far, but he wishes to see what pack wolves are like and how they differ to the rogues, pushing their buttons and testing them. He feels no need nor want to seek out his father, although using his smarts and observation he has figured that his father must be green-eyed and of the Gray Wolf species, since several of his siblings and himself have such coloured orbs and do not resemble his Mexican Wolf mother. For simply proving himself right, he keeps an eye out for a male of that description.

FEMALE #1

Name: Evalynn  (Ehv - ah - lynn)

Gender: Female

Age: 6 months

Rank: Rogue

Personality:

Evalynn is not very trusting of others unless you have been with her for a very long time. She often speaks what seems to be nonsense at first until further inspected. She is also very charming and funny. She becomes very excitable and can talk for what seems like hours. She's a bit on the crazy side, her mental state can be unstable. She is very strong at heart and completely stubborn when the times call for it. She's wise beyond her years but suffers from paranoia at a young age. She's very loving to her mother, but despises her other siblings with a heated passion. She feels the need to be individual and hates being compared to others. She is very quick to think that danger is about and often will explore such dangers. Deep within her mind is a small voice that cries out to her, encouraging the dangerous and yet safety as well. She is brave yet she seeks to be alone for the rest of her life. She finds no interest in pack-life, thinking wolves are stronger when they are alone. She's feisty and can have quite a sassy reply when someone speak to her.  


Example Post: Evalynn stood quietly by herself in the Rogue lands. She felt strong standing upon the edge of a deep ledge. Others would worry, but she was the one to seek this danger and feel it at the tips of her paws. Her eyes roved the lands in a slow motion until finally listening to the small voice within her mind. Oh dear Evalynn, take another step and the fish shall have your fate. It taunted and a smug smile swept across her maw as she shook her head and slowly reached her paw out to thin air. Swish. She waved her paw over the edge before lowering herself into a laying position. Her front paws dangled over the edge ever so slightly, her eyes glistened with the idea of adventure and danger. Her breathing was slow and steady as she pondered what exactly her siblings and mother were doing. She knew they couldn't have been too far away from her, but she had been foolish enough to wander away from the group. A chuckle rose in her throat and slowly she stood, moving away from the ledge as she felt the sudden urge to find her mother in order to not make her worry. Though, Evalynn often wondered if her mother cared one ounce about them. Surely if she had then she wouldn't have been able to escape to someplace so dangerous. Her tail flicked and her eyes narrowed as she slowly moved in the direction that she had last seen them. Her paws pounded against the ground and in paranoia she lifted her head to look behind her as if someone were following her. Her ears went forward and she scanned the whole area before turning around and walking directly into a tree. She looked dazed for a second, realizing that she hadn't actually fully stopped to check around her. She growled in irritation, but slowly she shook her head and started running in an attempt to find her mother and siblings. Fear grasped at her heart and all she could think about was if she couldn't find them, then she'd be fully alone. Isn't that what I wanted? She thought in a rage and slowed her steps down as she realize that was exactly what she had wished for. Her eyes danced around once more, finally catching the scent of the group she wanted to be with. Of course she had wanted to be alone, but in the spur of the moment, she simply wanted her mother.

Name: Conláed [Kon-lee; meaning 'purifying fire']

Gender: Male

Age: 6 months

Rank: Rogue

Appearance:  
The juvenile male has a coat not too dissimilar from his father, ranging in subtle shades from fawn, through to tan, grey and black. The colours of his pelt alone make him rather a handsome wolf, but the most striking feature of his design would surely be his eyes of a shimmering emerald green, which also resemble those of his sire. The beauty of his orbs is magnified further by the distinct charcoal rim to them, which also matches his raven black nose. The darkest pigments of black and brown are speckled into the fur on his back, shoulders and the tip of his tail. Slightly lighter tans and russets mark the top of his head and muzzle, along with the back of his neck, the top of his limbs and his flanks where the brown/grey colour is the base of his coat. The underside of his snout and body are the palest, with the cream colour descending down to his broad chest and along his legs, as well as highlighting patches around his withers, cheeks and his eyes. His fur itself is neither particularly thin nor thick and is generally quite coarse on the top coat, although it varies in colouration and fluffiness with the changing seasons. Although still young, the brute is above average in dimensions for his age, destined to be about his father's size when full grown. He is well-proportioned with the ratio of his height to length, meaning he is not stocky nor spindly, and so is fully capable of doing most things.

Personality:
From the moment Conláed was no longer a vulnerable newborn and had been weaned off his mother's milk, he had always been independent. He relies on nobody but himself and perhaps a little of his mother and holds no deep ties to anyone or anything. For a while he did not communicate at all, and began speaking much later than his brothers and sisters. It worried his mother that he was completely mute or something was not right about him, but he is actually very quietly intelligent and just not much of a talker, although he isn't exactly shy. Possibly his brain was so focused on trying to make sense of everything coming through his senses that he just didn't bother to speak. He prefers to learn things on his own or mimic others on his own will, even if it means he makes mistakes, but he won't get too annoyed at someone trying to help him unless they mess up his plans, and he will purposely try to tune out whatever they are saying or doing instead. Being born into a family of rogues with only one adult to watch over him and his siblings, self-preservation and survival has been key to him and is usually at the forefront of his mind, among other things. He is far more interested in new experiences and being able to observe things and do things for himself rather than sitting around idly talking or playing with his litter mates, as he is endlessly curious and has a thirst for knowledge and challenging himself. Never has he had any interest in joining a pack, as he doesn't want ranks or responsibilities, but rather wishes to do things on his own terms and stick in the shadows of the lands so he can get up to things unnoticed. At an early stage in life he learned that death is certain, and that life is not eternal, from watching interactions of the world around him. As he is accepting of mortality, he holds almost no fear. Most of the time he is exceedingly patient in waiting for what he wants, he will not rush things and instead will be the last one standing after others have given up and that's how he ends up on top. Basically, he is a nomad opportunist, looking out for himself while also being very interested in how things work, to use things to his advantage. On the whole, the male is quite level-headed despite his permanent facial expression seeming to be a slight glare.

Just as he expects no protection and help from anyone, in return he does not offer it to others, being unwilling to put his health in danger and believing they should be capable of handling themselves and learn from their errors, unless the situation is very unfairly out of their favour. Even then, if he helps another wolf he will demand favours in return, or else he will be quietly plotting something against them; if someone does anything against him he will not forget. He's not the wolf to go to for a thrilling conversation, as he tries to stay out of the limelight and conduct his plots without others knowing. Conláed will rarely disclose personal information and does not really have much of an opinion on things, as he mostly just weighs up the facts. He knows the power of words, and although what little he says is normally blunt and honest, he often gets information by wording his speech to say something different from what he really is trying to find out, so his intentions are unclear. Sometimes his actions also have an intention behind them that is not as it seems, especially if he is uncharacteristically caring, as he doesn't like others to know how he is thinking and may pretend to be different to achieve what he wants, so he can be unpredictable. He may be found following a wolf he has an interest in from a distance, not knowing nor caring that he is stalking them as he is probably watching to see what they have to offer. Conláed cares genuinely for a select few he has bonded with and does have a conscience (which he tends to opt to ignore), but his caring side is never shown directly and he's not affectionate in the slightest. He will watch from afar and do as he deems fit from there, particularly for his paranoid sister. It can be quite difficult for him to make friends as he is outwardly quite 'closed off' and stuck in his own world. He's not egocentric nor violent so he will back down from a battle if needed to save his pelt, and would rather weigh up his chances of winning and use his wit along with his brawn if he knows he has little chance, or simply back off if it means he lives another day as to him there are better things to do and he's not going to risk death until he can get nothing more from life. Overall he's not much of a fighter, but when cornered or in a bad mood his natural wolf instinct and absence of fear along with his size puts him at a great advantage.

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History:
"Born into a strange world - separated from all signs of the living packs. These pups do not know their father, who he is or even what he smells like. After agreeing to his deal with the one-eyed Rogue, Desmond disappeared from the scene. He fed her from the entrance of her den, but never once wished to see the little pups. So they live with their mother, out in the Rogue lands, free to move about those lands as they wish."

Conláed has upheld the life of a rogue in his young life, not once going near the packs and being content to live the life of a loner for as long as he lives. He is venturing further and further away from his mother's den, soon to be exploring the neutral lands and finding pack wolves to watch and study, although he often returns to the den every few days for food since he's not very apt at hunting with his youth and inexperience. His independence and curiosity leads him to many solitary adventures, plus some interesting and potantially dangerous situations, as he tries to learn by following wolves and predators to watch the way they hunt, but mostly take advantage by stealing some of their kills. He does not bother much with his mother otherwise, and had used her disability to his advantage throughout his puphood. He mostly ignores his siblings as he goes about his own life, but upon crossing their scent may find himself tracking them from afar, watching what they are doing from a distance and seeing if there is anything he could benefit from. Towards his sister Evalynn for example, he has on a few occasions seen her suffering from her paranoia while she was lost on her own and has slipped away quietly to find his mother and hinted at her where his sister was and that she needed help, but has never told Evalynn of this.

Because of his upbringing, he is still fairly wary of meeting other wolves, especially males as he has never met an adult male in his life so far, but he wishes to see what pack wolves are like and how they differ to the rogues, pushing their buttons and testing them. His plotting little mind i s ever learning and developing, and he has plans for what he can do once he has learned more about other wolves.

He feels no need nor want to seek out his father, although using his smarts and observation he has figured that his father must be green-eyed and of a different wolf breed to his mother, since several of his siblings and himself have such coloured orbs and do not resemble his Mexican Wolf mother. For simply proving himself right, he keeps an eye out for a male of that description, but it is not certain how he would react if he found the male.

Example Post
[This is written as though he is a couple of months younger]

All was quiet in the rogue den. It was an odd family, but a family all the same. Conláed lay at one side of his sister, not wanting to be buried between all of his siblings but still needing the warmth from another's body so that he could be lulled into sleep, or at least pretend to be. Now that the familiar noises of sleepy huffs and snoring filled the air, he opened his eyes and soon moved away from Lynx, but he was very careful so as not to awake her or the others, not that he cared if he disturbed them from their dreams. The only reason he stood up slowly and moved his small body stealthily around the sleeping bodies was because if any of them were to wake up it was likely they would ask where he was going, or tell his mother on him. He wanted to go alone, and his mother would almost definitely stop him if she knew he was setting out on a solitary adventure into the night. Just as he was near the mouth of the den, he heard the breathing pattern of his mother change and she began to stir. Looking back towards her, she seemed to be in that state between sleep and consciousness, that's how it seemed anyway, but he just hoped that she wouldn't open the single eye she had and inspect all of the pups like the caring mother she was. The young brute would move to sneak along closer to the left wall, knowing from experience and his bright mind that this was where her blind spot was in case she did look around. Once he had made it out of the den he sprinted, his small weight not making much noise on the dirt and grass yet he felt like he was thundering along and Oltulysa would hear him and snatch him up at any moment.

A few minutes later he figured he was safe. He stopped running and trotted along beside the small stream he sometimes visited. As he looked up he saw a bird flying. It had been carrying a small rodent but it dropped from its talons just a few yards in front of Conlàed. The bird let out a "Whoo-whoo" call and turned back to recover its catch but when it saw Conláed it flew away, though the pup did not quite understand its status of a wolf meant that other animals daren't get close. Curious, he padded closer, ears erect, and sniffed the creature. It wriggled a bit but it was stuck on its back and it was badly injured. Why could it not stay up in the sky with the bird? It was the first time he saw anything fall from above, and it would be the first of the series of thoughts into the future on the understanding of gravity. When he was older he would come to understand from his own personal trials and ever-wandering brain that only those with wings could fly and defy the downward forces, the rest were never going to go up in the sky, only fall down. Not knowing how to kill the dying mouse, he picked it up in his mouth and repeatedly threw it up in the air and let it hit the ground until it no longer moved, his muzzle becoming tainted with blood in the process. Once it was dead, he walked into the shadows of the forest and lay down to take his time to consume it, pulling it apart to learn how the body parts were similar and different from the hares his mother caught. Satisfied with the snack, he resumed walking around to see what else was out in the world that evening, and would soon return home before his absence was noticed.

Name: Ulisse [Ou - Lee - Seh; Italian form of Ulysses]

Gender: Male

Age: Six Months

Rank: Rouge

Appearance: Ulisse is a well-fit pup, even in his young age Ulisse is blessed with a naturally moderate frame with considerable strength, but quite quick on his paws when he wants to be, and able to change direction in chase. Although it is plain to see he is among the smallest out of his three male sibling, it is visible he will grow to his father's size. His coat, up his legs, chest, and belly is white mixed with a light, sandy tan colour. As you move further up his back and neck, his base colour remains tan, but becomes slightly darker, as dustings of other colours interfere with the solid pattern. His back is mostly glazed with grey and black, with intervals of more tan, occasionally. His ears are a dark brownish-tan, with the left one's tip folded down. His muscles have yet to develop well, but he has a fairly broad chest and shoulders, and strong jaw muscles for crushing. His eyes are the same entrancing, beautiful green as his father's, the most noticeable out of all his features, with the same two black marks that rested beneath them as his sire. It is evidenced that he will grow up to be quite the handsome brute, equally skilled at captivating, and frightening.

Personality:
Most would say, upon first meeting, that this male is the spitting image of his father, in looks and personality. However, that opinion may morph the deeper you dig into his heart. He is quite mischievous, not uncommon for him to be in trouble with god-knows-what. By the months and days, he only becomes more and more sly, intelligent, and cunning. He learns things quickly, and never makes the same mistake twice, one for experimenting with things and testing new techniques. His curious mind constantly craves new things to learn and do, leading to random outbursts of action, whether it be randomly running, just to see how quickly he can get from A to B, or making someone's life a living hell for the purpose of seeing just how far he could push them. Seldom is he purposefully mean, he often just doesn't know when enough is enough, and has to find that out himself. Listening to direct orders is not one of his strong points, and is almost never done by him. If you tell him to go left, he'll go right, just to annoy you, and to see why going right is so bad. Another thing he has that may offput other wolves is his morbid sense of humour, and disrespect for Pack wolves, though he is unbiased toward the wolf itself.

Strong emotions are something he fails to understand, or feel very often, and frankly, he despises them. He doesn't see them as a weakness, or anything like that, but he hates not having full control over how he acts and how he feels, and thinks it best to limit the amount of control other people have over him. But at times he is sentimental, whatever he cherishes he will never give up for anything, and will fight to the death for it. At this time, his belief that his mother cares about them has dwindled, and his urge to find his father grown, as the mystery shrouding his family perturbs him all the more with age. All concern and protectiveness he feels for his family is more of a sense of duty to him, something that just had to be done, liked or not, though there is one sibling he particularly cares for, though he would never admit to such a thing.  He doesn't care what other wolves think of him, and will simply walk away or ignore those attempting to insult him.

He is heavily a plan-maker, some would say he plans out his every footstep, the way he's constantly thinking. He is a perfectionist with anything, ironing out flaws meticulously, but after throwing a miniature tantrum when something goes wrong, he immediately scraps it and re-writes it all again, rather than retry a failed idea. And he never forgives, nor forgets someone doing him or his loved ones wrong, unless by some miracle he's convinced that they are truly sorry. But his expertise is faking that he is, a very convincing liar, though that is not his preferred method. Most commonly, he is effective at story-weaving, editing a story just enough that it's believable, and he can truthfully say he isn't lying, shouldering any blame innocently off a cliff. Much more of a listener than a speaker, he's one that would listen to all your problems patiently, even if he couldn't possibly care less that you were in distress. Determined, unswayed, dramatic are all words that would well describe him, as when he sets his mind to something, it is set in stone. And even with all these seemingly set-in-stone traits, with his age he has the potential to do a turnaround, throwing the Ulisse you once knew to the wolves, speaking figuratively.


Example Post:
Ulisse stood silently on the wet, slippery rock, the breeze whipping around him. The day was ominous, and by no means calm, with dark, ominous clouds shutting out any and all of the precious light that the wild animals so craved after the long and weary winter. The young pup, however, embraced all of the weather, fancying feeling the wind whip his pelt into tangles, and the rain soak into the absorbent fur. Inhaling the humid air, that was crackling with the on-coming electricity of a thunderstorm. A shiver of excitement at that prospect ran through him, a childish grin pulling his ebony lips away from his small teeth. Electricity! What a peculiar natural occurrence, fire from the vast sky itself, all the while soaking the ground in water that was both beneficial, and harmful. Broad shoulders rolling in a stretching motion, jaws widening before snapping shut, ears perking. The hushed babble of the running brook graced his audits, likened to the quiet, harmful whispers of gossip that spread between wolves like a wildfire. Speak of pups, speak of how the, apparently, newly founded pack was coming along, talk talk talk. None of it had held the brute's attention or interest for a second, having no thoughts of joining a pack anytime soon, or any concern about how the others of his age got along, unless he could somehow use such information to cause a stir within the packs, for the amusement of watching it unfold. Such unimportant words fell on deaf ears, possibly shoved far back in his mind to free up his immediate memory for skillsets that he would need in his later years and the patterns of the territories that were his to explore. Truthfully, he should not be here, and definitely not alone, but never before had that stopped him. Weight shifting forward, he poked his snout out as it tweaked rapidly, but did not venture any closer to the water for a drink, instead backing away and heading upstream, to the bubbly brook's origin. He was not one for taking unnecessary risks, and this was one he viewed as unnecessary.

Claws grappling at the rocks, his paws began sliding slightly, until he replanted them, struggling on the stones. Making sure he had his footing, he pressed his muzzle out towards the small cliff, stretching forward as far as he could to the stream trickling off it, like a miniature waterfall. With his long body, he soon felt the refreshingly cool water splash onto his nose and face, wetting the fur there. Twisting his head to the side and squinting his brightly hued orbs, his tongue flicked out as he attempted to drink in such an awkward position, reigning somewhat successful in his efforts. However, most of it ended up down his neck fur and on his paws. 'Still better than getting wet.' he reasoned to himself, stepping back and onto dry land, before his tongue slipped out of his mouth, lapping at the water dripping from his fine whiskers. Head raising, he looked around, realizing the time he had spent to himself was far too long, and even he did not fancy affronting his mother more than he probably already had. Keeping that in mind, the he-wolf stretched his long legs and pushed off, loping towards where he assumed his family to be, the first monstrous roar of thunder cracking overhead. With another impish smile, the pup wondered if that was to signify just how much of a fracas he would be in upon arriving from whence he came from.