「◇ ◇ — Other Details」 ▹ Build: Slim and small. Was the runt of the litter ▹ Disabilities: None ▹ Injuries: None
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「◇ ◇ — Personality Points」
At first glance, one might assume Chihiro is unsociable and cold. She doesn't engage in pointless conversation; she keeps her responses direct, and she avoids gatherings in favor of her duties. In truth, Chihiro doesn't really get people; they're always upset, or talking about everything, or just generally confuse her. She's learned over the years that her inability to fit in has made her unapproachable or undesirable, especially when someone approaches her for her looks and realizes she's far more awkward and stiff than they expected. It's just... easier not to engage altogether.
If one takes the time to get to know her, they'll find she's hardworking, honest, and passionate about her family and colony. She loves being useful and sleeps best after a hard day at work. She'll never lie, but she also won't be cruel, lending her shoulder and defending her loved ones to the death. She is more than just the image most conjure when they think of her, but she's not overly bothered to change anyone's perception of her, either.
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「◇ ◇ — History」
[Born!] She was born in a large litter and felt overshadowed by her louder, livelier littermates. Her parents quickly learned that she wasn't easy to connect with and was often far more blunt than her siblings, earning her the title of the "difficult" child. While she wasn't mistreated, Chihiro didn't feel as welcome in her family as the others did. She left fairly early in her adulthood. Without the worry about coming off "mean" or "difficult", Chihiro found herself. She loved hunting and the snow, so she took to the mountains. There, she lived alone for some time, sometimes lending her den to a traveler or offering food to those ill-prepared for the harsher cold of the mountains. For a time, solitude was nice — she didn't have to pretend to be someone she wasn't, and she didn't have to carefully pick her words or focus on making the right facial expressions in case one found offense in her actions. Except that solitude led to unhappiness eventually. She tried to shrug it off and focus on her day-to-day life, but isolation left a nagging, gnawing loneliness she couldn't shake. [New Pride!] She hadn't expected to ever want to integrate herself into society, but she also hadn't imagined she'd find a pride within the cold mountain lands. She tried to keep her distance, only to continuously circle back to watch the pride at work. Eventually, she approached, and the Schnee la Neige'milima welcomed her into their ranks. [New Friend + Breeding!] While pride life hadn't changed Chihiro at her core, she did find solace knowing she wasn't completely alone. Still, she kept her distance from others, not too keen to get her feelings hurt again by how others perceived her. Despite her best efforts, Chihiro did end up befriending Zion while on duty. Somewhere along the line, Chihiro softened around him, telling him about her childhood, her hopes for the future, and anything else she hadn't been able to tell anyone else. This closeness led to a night together, resulting in her pregnancy! [Mated!] Old habits die hard, and Chihiro initially tried to avoid Zion as she sifted through her feelings on her pregnancy, certain he'd decide she wasn't worth the bother someday and leave her as everyone else had. It took a few days for her to isolate her insecurities and realize she was doing to Zion what others had done to her: judging him based on their own perception. Sheepishly, the pregnant ma'ome slunk back, apologized, and admitted her growing feelings towards him. He didn't have to accept them, nor raise the children with her, but she would rather be honest and risk getting her feelings hurt than never tell him how much he mattered to her. Fortunately, Zion returned her feelings, and the two settled down as both parents and mates.
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「◇ ◇ — Home」 ▹ Location: In the mountains, with her pride ▹ Pride: Schnee la Neige'milima — [Snowman]
「◇ ◇ — Other Details」 ▹ Build: Slightly larger than average and toned ▹ Disabilities: None ▹ Injuries: Has many scars under his fur.
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「◇ ◇ — Personality Points」
Tidus holds himself to high standards and is incredibly hard-working. He doesn't pace himself well and pushes himself every day, but somehow he doesn't experience burnout. A bit of a perfectionist and strict on himself, Tidus doesn't have room for failure. He will do good, he will be successful, and he will uphold his values and expectations of himself. These rules are not assigned to anyone else — he doesn't care if anyone else has the same work ethic or has as rigid a routine as he; it is only he who lives under such scrutiny. In fact, Tidus is far more understanding and compassionate towards just about anyone who isn't himself.
While he comes across as stoic and not one for casual conversation, Tidus shows his care through action. He devotes his entirety to his pack and family and strives to be better for them. Tidus will defend those he loves with a viciousness one might not expect from him, resorting even to violence if it ensures their safety.
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「◇ ◇ — History」
[Born!] Tidus was the only surviving child of his already small litter. This left all his parents' hopes, dreams, and expectations squarely on him. His parents pushed him harder and harder, encouraging him to always strive to be better than he was the day before. Growing up, his father spoke mournfully about the pack he had been born into, burning the name Crows into Tidus' head. In an effort to be exactly what his parents wanted him to be, Tidus left home as a teenager in pursuit of the fabled Crows. Traveling as a young child was difficult, especially without his stronger, bigger father to help with hunting, but Tidus managed. Adulthood came without celebration. He didn't even remember his birthday, too wrapped up in his journey. [New Friend + Breeding + Mated!] He met Akanksha while traveling and found her more bubbly, friendly nature endearing. He stayed by her side for some time, claiming he had to, in case anyone took advantage of her kindness. In truth, he liked the feeling he felt when he was with her. The line between them blurred, resulting in Akanksha becoming pregnant. He proposed that very day, admitting his fondness for her and a desire to give her the life she deserved. She happily accepted, and the two began planning their litter. [New Colony!] Tidus remembered the stories of the Crows and the tales of their brilliant red trees and headed towards the redwoods with his pregnant partner. There, much to his surprise, he found the Crows, rebuilt from the ground up and run by a new leader. He spoke of his father and the stories he had heard growing up, and was welcomed within the flock alongside Akanksha and their upcoming litter. Tidus and Akanksha raised their young contentedly in their growing pack, watching as more and more new faces entered the flock. Their children had plenty of other small paws to play with, and Tidus felt proud to see his children have what he hadn't. After his kids became adults, he focused heavily on his duties, intent on returning the generosity the pack had offered his family. One of his kids ended up having their own litter fairly young, making Tidus a grandfather. He was horrified to already be an "old man", but... it was nice seeing his family grow, if he was honest.
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「◇ ◇ — Home」 ▹ Location: In the redwoods, with his flock ▹ Pack: The Crows — [Guard]
「◇ ◇ — Other Details」 ▹ Build: Smaller than average ▹ Disabilities: Permanent leg damage — she cannot run without pain ▹ Injuries: Back right leg is damaged, causing a slight limp that worsens with poor weather
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「◇ ◇ — Personality Points」
Soft-hearted but has firm boundaries, Demeter has learned a lot from life and guards herself by maintaining distance from those new in her life. It's not that she doesn't want to make friends or grow her circle, it's just... hard. Life wasn't kind to her, leaving her unable to trust easily and reluctant to lower her walls.
Should one breach the distance, they'll find she is a loving, motherly, and wise ma'ome who puts her entire self into the relationships she holds dear. Demeter often puts her loved ones first, even if it might harm her in the end.
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「◇ ◇ — History」
[Born!] Unfortunate at birth, Demeter was born into a harsh, physically-demanding colony deep in an almost-inhabitable desert. The only child of the king and queen, Demter was raised with every intention to use her to further the colony's wealth and power. While she lacked love and affection, she was provided an excellent education. Sure, it hurt that her parents didn't love her, but there was no other example for her to base life on; to the children of the colony, parents were simply mentors and teachers, not family. [New Colony!] As expected, Demeter was sold to the neighboring colony for resources when she reached her teen years. There had been a vague hope that her new home might be kinder, but it wasn't. Demeter found her new colony harsher, stricter, and without the opportunity to develop her own identity, as exemplified by her immediate betrothal to the colony's sole prince of her age, Gabriel, with every expectation that she would help further the royal lineage when older. [New Friend!] Demeter finished her youth living directly beside Gabriel, always at his heels with her eyes drawn to the ground. His attempts to foster a friendship didn't fall on deaf ears, but Demeter kept a polite distance between them. "I'm your future wife," she'd remind him. "Not a friend." Of course, there was hope they'd get along, but Demeter had long closed off her heart towards anyone who tried to get close. She had a duty, a responsibility, and she'd fulfill it without complaint, but that was all she expected from life. Except, sometimes, she'd catch his gaze and find her mouth struggling to maintain its thin, taunt line. Against any attempts to claim the opposite, Gabriel began to worm into her heart. Quickly, the day of their future wedding approached, and with it came a deep, unrelenting dread. Gabriel was kind, but he was still the prince of a heartless colony. He was young and inexperienced, but she was sure time would mold him into the same mold as his mother and father. As her heart hardened once more, Demeter pulled back from the softness they had begun to develop, keeping their meetings professional and refraining from offering more than expected. Gabriel surely noticed, but he offered her the space she needed, even going out of his way to order Demeter to stay in her dwellings during outings, growing their distance. [Leaving Colony!] The day came, and Demeter prepared herself for their wedding. Left to groom herself, Demeter was alone when Gabriel burst into her den and pulled her towards the exit. Bewildered and aware that tradition required them not to see one another until the ceremony, Demeter tried to push back, but Gabriel was far stronger and more insistent. "We're leaving," he hurriedly told her. "This isn't a home for me, and you don't have to throw away your life to be at my side. Please, come with me." There was little time to argue, and while Demeter worried about what would happen if they were caught, she found herself swept into his hurry. He was right, this was not a home, and Demeter had always dreamed of a life not tied to its harsh, unwelcoming sands. The two successfully fled the colony grounds while most dwellers focused on preparing for the ceremony. [Permanent Injury!]Together, they ran, almost leaving the desert itself without confrontation. Unfortunately for the two of them, guards from their old colony found them and attacked. It was then they met Freya and her traveling band of ma'ome — with their help, the fight was short, but not without wounds. Demeter stumbled out of the sands with a torn leg and her freedom. The two tagged along with Freya as they pondered what to do with their new future. Her leg healed slowly, leaving a lasting limp she did her best to ignore. Gabriel kept his distance as Demeter debated her next path, although his absence was noticed and his presence missed. All that Demeter did know was that Freya, her people, and Gabriel had saved her life; she owed it to them to use it well. Freya began setting up the Order of the First Oath, and Demeter found herself in its teachings. Tentatively, she lent herself to the new colony, hopeful for what it might bring to her doorstep and a future of her own. Gabriel also joined the order without knowing of her own decision, although he found out quickly. The two awkwardly tried to stay out of one another's way, but the order was too small, too new — it would be inevitable they'd find their paths crossing. [Mated!] Gabriel and Demeter's attraction became undeniable, but both tried to ignore it for different reasons. Did Demter actually love him, or was that just the last semblance of duty barking at her heels? Neither wanted to be the first to admit it, and perhaps they never would have, but one drunken night resulted in words normally kept internal spilling over wine. The conversation cut quickly, picked back up when both were sober and very embarrassed. Somewhere, amidst all the overthinking rambles, their true feelings came forward, and Gabriel swiftly presented a beautiful flower clip he had kept from his old colony with the intent to properly propose, before... well, everything. With no duties looming over their heads or contracts forced upon them since birth, the two chose one another and swore to step through life as one.
「◇ ◇ — Other Details」 ▹ Build: Tall, strong shoulders, toned ▹ Disabilities: None ▹ Injuries: A few scars under his fur
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「◇ ◇ — Personality Points」
A lover more than a fighter, Gabriel wants good for the world and those within it. He has a hard time keeping his mouth shut or paws still when he witnesses injustice, and while he much rather talk, he understands the world just isn't always sunshine and rainbows — sometimes, teeth and claws are needed. Gabriel is rigid in his morals and struggles in seeing the world in black and white, but he truly just wants peace and unity among all, even if it means he has to crack some heads to get it.
To his colony and loved ones, Gabriel is kind, gentle, and— most of all —loyal; his people are sacred to him. Without them, he isn't sure he'd be here. He loves deeply, protects earnestly, and will always be a shoulder to lean against. He wears his heart on his sleeve and tends to blurt anything on his mind, resulting in moments when he wishes he could shove his foot into his mouth before brashly opening it. He'll always try to right his wrongs, even if it means needing to grovel for a stupid thing said.
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「◇ ◇ — History」
[Born!] His birth was not a celebrated one; it just meant more resources needed to be spent filling yet another mouth inside a dying, harsh colony. His mother tried at first to be what one might expect from a parent, but she grew distant as he aged, eyes turned towards the cold, unforgiving back of his father instead. His father loved neither, a fact he let fester in the open. He was never cruel— or, at least not in a way that Gabriel can easily explain —, but he was frigid and kept his family at a distance. Gabriel learned young that he had a purpose, and he would be expected to fulfill it. Someday, likely soon, he'd be the one standing before their people, managing the expectations of his people and hierarchy. New Friend! His teen years couldn't come fast enough; Gabriel was ready to prove himself, even more so excited to show his father that he could be a real asset to the colony. What he hadn't expected was for a small, skinny ma'ome his own age to be quite literally given to him as his betrothed. His world came crashing into focus, the reality of who his people were and how wrong the treatment of those not in power was collidied with his dreams of being someone worth the throne — did he truly want the crown if it meant looking at others as pawns? He didn't have much time to truly think on the matter, torn between training and spending as much time as possible with his supposed fiancée, Demeter. Their friendship blossomed underneath their duties — he'd steal away from his chores and studies to give her flowers and ask about her life, and she'd slowly begin to meet his gaze. He was sure they both were aware that a true partnership was impossible under the circumstances, but he wanted to try, even if it meant defying his family. [Leaving Colony!] The years passed until they were finally old enough to wed, but dread lingered in the air for both. He couldn't do it, he decided, right on the night prior to their ceremony. He wouldn't do it; she had a right to make her own choices, and he didn't want to be the king of a colony so cruel that they thought this was normal. He burst into Demeter's den the day of the wedding and begged her to escape with him, which... took a lot less convincing than he thought would be needed. He whisked her out of the colony grounds and fled towards the border with him at his side. Together, they ran, almost leaving the desert itself without confrontation. Unfortunately for the two of them, guards from their old colony found them and attacked. It was then they met Freya and her traveling band of ma'ome — with their help, the fight was short, but not without wounds. Demeter stumbled out of the sands with a torn leg and her freedom. The two tagged along with Freya as they pondered what to do with their new future. Gabriel kept his distance as Demeter debated her next path, although his absence was noticed and his presence missed. All Gabriel did know was that he didn't want to influence any choice Demeter made, even if it might mean separation. Freya began setting up the Order of the First Oath, and Gabriel found that their way of life closely resonated with what he had wanted his first home to be. He joined without second thought, only to find out Demeter had done the same. The two awkwardly tried to stay out of one another's way, but the order was too small, too new — it would be inevitable they'd find their paths crossing. [Mated!] Gabriel and Demeter's attraction became undeniable, but both tried to ignore it for different reasons. Was it right to feel the way he did for someone who had been bound to him against her will? Clearly not, and perhaps he might have never spoken of his feelings if fate had not intervened. Neither wanted to be the first to admit it, and perhaps they never would have, but one drunken night resulted in words normally kept internal spilling over wine. The conversation cut quickly, picked back up when both were sober and very embarrassed. Somewhere, amidst all the overthinking rambles, their true feelings came forward, and Gabriel swiftly presented a beautiful flower clip he had kept from his old colony with the intent to properly propose, before... well, everything. With no duties looming over their heads or contracts forced upon them since birth, the two chose one another and swore to step through life as one.
▹ Currently: Dreaming of being the Alpha eventually through her own hard work and ambition, even if she doesn't actually want to think about her dad being unable to lead one day.
「◇ ◇ — General」 ▹ Name: Atzi ▹ Nicknames: At ▹ Birthdate: August 10th, 2025 ▹ Gender: Female [she/her] ▹ Orientation: Pansexual | Ambiamorous ▹ Obtained: RP Contest Win ▹ Artist: | Lady Kiya | ▹ Color: #662A82
「◇ ◇ — Other Details」 ▹ Build: Slim and built for speed ▹ Disabilities: None ▹ Injuries: None
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「◇ ◇ — Personality Points」
Atzi is ambitious and spirited, leaving very little room for anything other than what might push her closer and closer to her aspirations. She wants to be the best, strong and fast enough to ensure her family is always safe and well-cared for. There was no tragedy that sparked this fire under her, just sheer determination. Her pack is, of course, important, and is a part of her vow to always strive for better, but if she had to choose... well, her family would always win.
When she isn't chasing after perfection, Atzi can be quick-witted, sarcastic, bold, and dedicated. She keeps her word and believes in the power of a promise, regardless of what it may be, and to whom. On the same side, Atzi expects truth and honesty from everyone else and will be offended if someone isn't on the same level as her. Lie to her or betray her or her loved ones' trust, and you'll have a bitter enemy for life. While she can be loving and playful to her friends and family, Atzi can also be petty and vengeful towards those on her bad side. It isn't easy to win back her favor once it's lost.
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「◇ ◇ — History」
[Born!] Just a small pup in a massive litter, Atzi made sure she was loud enough to be seen by everyone. You had to be, if you wanted to avoid blending into the many paws! She wrestled hard, loved dearly, and had a very active, fun childhood. She's not sure when the fear of harm befalling her family began — maybe someone made a poor joke, or told a truly frightening story about loss, but Atzi can't quite remember. All she knew was that her teen years were full of worry about the safety of first her family, and then her pack. She strove to perfect herself, even as her friends and family tried to ground her; sure, maybe they'd never seen perfection before, but she knew she could be the outlier. Someone had to be, to protect her large and ever-growing family! Right on the heels of her adulthood came even more siblings. While she admired her parents' gusto, she made a mental note not to have children anytime soon — she had too much to do for that! [Mated!] She met Latmemoo and found him preeeeeetty cute. So much so, in fact, that she was direct about her feelings to him fairly early on. No one really saw finding a mate in her near future, but Atzi is very pleased!
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「◇ ◇ — Home」 ▹ Location: With her pack! ▹ Colony: Tangambili — [Huntress]
▹ RP: Open | ▹ Dating: Very picky / needs to happen organically; I'm not really looking right now | ▹ Flings: Closed
▹ Currently: Stretching his limbs, training, and bulking up for the next job. Also, being a surprise dad to an adopted little bundle of joy who he is sure will make him go grey(er) early.
「◇ ◇ — General」 ▹ Name: Big Bad ▹ Nicknames: Bad, Boss ▹ Birthdate: June 6th, 2025 ▹ Gender: Male [he/him] ▹ Orientation: Gay | Monogamous ▹ Obtained: Tell Me a Story ▹ Artist: Fairy Snails ▹ Color: #292940
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