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How you like to RP: Notes | Skype| Chat| Google Docs| Discord
All accepted, Discord prefered
RP Style: Short Paragraph, third person

RP Example:

Snow crunched soft under paw as the she-wolf moved like a ghost through the trees.
Her breath came in soft clouds, and her eyes were trained ahead- precise and fearless.
Astera said nothing, just let her mouth draw into a smirk.
Her tail was swishing slightly, inviting friendliness although her demanor bore none. "Hello, stranger." She stated, the smoky note of her voice hanging in the frigid air.

*Disclaimer, this character is in no way a representation of me, my personality or my ideals. She can be rude, aggressive and occasionally say cruel things! If this makes you uncomfortable, you may wish to rp with another character, thank you!

Basics

Name: Astera
Name Meaning: "Star"
Pronunciation: (Ah-sterr-ah)

Nickname: Scar Face, Viper, Killer Queen
Age: 3 (Young adult)
Gender: Female
Appearance description: Refined, slender features and a tall, long and lithe build, she was born away from the pack and it shows. Her legs are long and lengthy and she has a thick rough of fur around her neck, her coloration is a pale white-grey and warm shades of browns, oranges and fawn. Her nose is a pale brownish-pink, along with her paw pads, giving her a gentle and soft appearance. This is punctuated by her usual devious grin, and deceptively cunning green doe eyes. Her right ear is in tatters and she has a broad scar running from her ear, across her right eye and a bit onto the bridge of her muzzle.
Height: 32in

Length: 5.9 feet
Weight: 79lB
Voice: Ciara
[Mid to low range, but highly feminine, melodious and somewhat smoky.]

Theme: www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSQwI3…
Tribe or Loner?: Arrowhead
Rank: Sharp-Thief

Personality
Detailed description: She'll charm her way into your heart and into your head, with a voice like liquid smoke she had no trouble convincing even the most clever wolves into her traps. That isn't to say this killer queen doesn't have a heart- all though it may take a real act of friendship before you ever see it. Nurturing is in her nature, whether or not she'll let you see it. She has a way with pups unlike any other, and genuinely enjoys spending time with them. Clever and conniving she may also come off as a bit domineering, she likes to be the one everyone has their eyes on, and won't bat an eyelash if she steps on you to get there. And you may know, it's hard to have a charming wolf without having a cocky wolf, and she's no exception; as far as she's concerned she's the best there is, and she is hardly subtle about it.

Traits:

Charming; Can usually talk her way out of trouble... or others into trouble. Very flirtatious.
Nurturing; Surprisingly she is good at taking care of both pups and wounded, she can be quite empathetic when she wants to be
Fun-loving; Will do almost anything for a kick
Brilliant; Clever and creative, she is quite the schemer

Domineering; Likes to be top dog, which can be hard in a pack of top dogs, chalk it up to her ambition.
Bold; Isn't afraid to get in the face of other packs or the higher ups
Patient; Has no trouble waiting for the ideal moment to strike. Is also quite patient with young members
Lively; Like a pup she can become quite excitable, especially when gearing up for a fight or hunt

-Aggressive; Not afraid to get in your face she does enjoying picking the odd fight
-Vain; despite her tattered ear and eye she remains quite vain, enjoying the colour and silkiness of her coat.
-Immature; Going hand in hand with her liveliness and fun-loving nature she has the tenancy to come off as immature, and may become over-zealous and go into situations unprepared.
-Cocky; Being vain she is also pretty cocky, and with her speed and agility she tends to pick fights she know she can win and antagonize her pack-mates.

Strengths:
Manipulative; Can usually charm her way out of a situation or skirmish
Fast; Her long legs can take her anywhere fast
Great Stamina; Not only is she speedy, but she can keep the pace better than most.
Weaknesses:
Physically weak; Her frame is built more for speed and the long chase, so any brute force in close quarters is going to do some serious damage
Blind in right eye; Her right eye partially is blind, (images are extremely fuzzy/clouded but she can still see somewhat) so she is vulnerable to surprise attacks from the right side
Deaf in right ear; her left ear is also partially deaf, and is also a spot for potential attacks

Likes: Successfully telling a lie, chasing; be it prey or enemies, a good fight, playing with pups, elk haunch, soft snuggles, waking up before anyone else
Dislikes: losing- fights; bets or a scent trail, sleeping in too late, getting snapped at, being sassed, being talked over, beining out-shined

History

Detailed Overview:
Pup hood: Astera was born some distance from the territories now owned by the packs; which was forged of her own family and a second family of loners. While not all related by blood, the rag-tag group was for the most part happy, traveling as nomads through the ranges of mountains and valleys. Astera was born in one such valley, along with two brothers and a sister. While not sharing the broad shoulders of her father she did have his uncharacteristically long legs. This led her to be the speediest of her siblings, at the head of her packs of litter-mate, she would lead them all nose first into trouble. Her hi-jinks were typically harmless, although it did tend to lead to a few sticky situations, while not devastating it did plant a seed that would eventually grow to disdain between her and her siblings.

Once old enough to travel, the packs left the quaint valley, journeying further North, after tales of Mammoths and other grand prey. The journey lasted several months, in which the pups began learning to hunt. On one such hunt, Astera and her siblings were sent on their own to attempt to take down an elk. In a test of skill they trailed it for several miles, Astera in the lead. Her stamina kept her right on the beasts heels, and when the opportunity presented itself she struck, grabbing hold of its back leg. Her siblings- while a smidge behind- picked up the pace; her brother eventually seizing it by the throat and taking it down. They were all triumphant smiles, and dined on their feast with pride; that was until they had a guest.

As it turned out they had chased the elk into strange territory, one which was owned by another larger pack. And they were none too happy about sharing their precious meat. Astera attempted to coerce her way out of the situation, but it didn't really go as planned. A patrol was notified, and the group of siblings were escorted to the packs leader. His name was Arngnir, thanks the Gods he was a reasonable wolf... well somewhat reasonable. Unlike most he didn't have them killed on site, although prey stealing was a grievous crime in those parts, instead he had them stay the night- where they were to bear their throats grovel in apology to every member of the enemy pack. As one may guess, Astera was too prideful to let herself participate in such a defamation of character. In the face of the Alpha she refused, and he retaliated with fangs. In a grievous attack her shredded her ear- scarring the right side of her face muzzle.

When the night ended they were permitted to return to their worry-sick family. Astera was devastated, her gorgeous face now to her- ruined. They left the area immediately, pausing only briefly to make a make-shift poultice for Astera's face before continuing on their journey.

No longer at the head of her pack blazing a trail, Astera lagged behind, the wedge between her siblings now even wider thanks to their misfortune with the rival pack. When they stopped that night to rest- she left.

Life of a Loner: For several months she traveled alone, hunting for herself and gradually learning to overcome her now partial deafness. While never going fully blind she did have serious scarring, which covered the entirety of her right eye. For a while she was regretful, and sorry for herself- but that later faded to an intense ambition. She would be better. A better hunter. A better fighter. Never again would she be brought down by another's weakness. Never again would she break.

The Joining: Through her lone wanderings she came across the Tribes of Ahki. At first she was careful, observing. Watching. Waiting. It was only when she came across the large, long legged, and vicious Arrowheads did she ever feel a sense of longing. She wished to be a part of a pack again, and they looked to be of the most formidable. On one frigid night, she dared step foot onto the border, where she never turned back.

Her start as an Arrowhead was a bit less glamorous than she had hoped, upon her arrival she was thin, and that weakness landed her as a Thin Blood; with such a narrow time frame between her joining and the Ceremony of Markana she knew she had to prove herself lest she be shoved to the side as a Rag Wolf. When interacting with the pack she did her best to be charming, and chummy, and for the most part it wasn't bravado; she truly missed the pack life, and the feeling of being a part of something really resonated with her.

She was apart of a cycle, hunting one day, patrol the next, in a rotation. When tasked with hunting she made sure to exhibit her speed, stamina and precision- trailing her prey with ease through the thick snow, thanks to her long legs- she had hoped she may be dubbed a member of the Hunter Clan. This was quelled thanks to her vibrant pelt, which stuck out like a sore thumb in the snowy terrain, often spooking prey before she could actually begin her chase.

On patrols she scouted ahead, quick to return at the sight of anything unusual or out of place, her speed key in efficiently relaying information. During one such patrol she traveled ahead of her pack-mates after catching sight of a set of prints, which were quickly fading in the falling snow. It was a group of wolves on the outskirts of their territory. While the evening was young Astera pursued the group in the shadows, finding the rogue wolves settling in for the night. It appeared to be a nomadic pack, not unlike the one Astera had been apart of. There were eight of them in total- more than the patrol, and at its core were three young pups, barely old enough to travel the distance. The situation must have been bad for the group to move with the pups so young. Astera crept closer, she was struck with horror as on closer inspection she recognized the wolves of this group. It was Arngnir, and at his side the slight form, her sister Jaska. The pups were theirs...

Astera was stricken with surpise and disgust, questions whirling through her mind.
Why had Jaska left her parents?
Why was she with Arngnir?
Where was the rest of Arngnir's pack?
Where was the rest of her family?
Holding her tongue she watched on, as the two snuggled together, the pups tucked tight to Jaska's belly. Astera didn't have to know herbs to see her half-kin were in poor shape. Two of which were thin, and sickly- Jaska was new to motherhood and the unforgiving weather was taking its toll... the third pup was staying strong but his condition wouldn't last, not out here.

As the last of their group drifted into sleep she stalked into their midst. Like a ghost she stepped over the packmates untils she stood towering above her sisters sleeping form. Beneath her Jaska stired, her nose twitching.
"A-Astera?" She mumbled, lifting her head ever so slightly. Astera's heart tugged. Part of her just wanted to brush muzzles with her sister, to wake her and tell her how much she had missed the family. The familiar scent was enough to make her want to break down.

"But you dissapeared, do you walk in the stars now..?" Her sister said softly, her eyes glazed with sleep.

"I do. The sky is bright and full of wonders." Astera confirmed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm glad you're happy there. When you see father can you tell him... Can you tell him I'm sorry." Her sister responded, closing her eyes again- tightly.

"Sorry?" Astera asked.

"Sorry for not protecting him. Sorry Arngnir didn't give him the swift end he deserved." Jaska went on to say, her voice trailing into sleep.

Astera's nose curled in a silent snarl. Their father was dead, and he died painfully at Arngnir's fangs. Every fiber in her body wanted her to spring onto the white wolf astride her sleeping sister, her face and now her father. But she didn't- she had a task at hand. Nosing the pups at her sisters belly, she was saddened to find one of them had already passed. The largest stirred as her nosr touched, him, and she prayed that he would be quiet. Teeth clasping his scriff she gently lifted him from his mother. He whimpered, and beside her Arngnir stirred. That was all the push she needed- she was out of their midsts faster than the wind could carry her.

She bound over sleeping wolves and through the rising snow, nack across the border and into the territory. She had been gone a while now, the patrol must have moved on without her.
She was wrong.
Not ten steps into the territory did she run into the Blood watcher at the head of her patrol- he had been watching her.

"Rogue path to the nowth easth." She said around the now whimpering pup. The Blood Watcher nodded once, and the patrol melted away behind her, and she pelted back to camp.

The ceremony of Markana: When the moon rose high for the third time since her joining of the pack, Astera came forward before the Alpha. Her heart was in her throat the entire venture and she hoped with everything she had she wouldn't receive the horizontal line and vertical arrow of a Rag Wolf. After what had happened less than a moon before she was worried....she had broken patrol formation and acted on her own...The only member in the queue for the ceremony she wasted no time stepping forward. Arcoven, the Arrow Lord... he was just as intimidating as she imagined. Astera dipped her head respectfully, straining not to wince as teeth scraped across her skin. It didn't feel like the Rag Wolf's mark. When the Alpha stepped away one of the Blood Watchers came forth "Sharp Thief." They stated. Astera was overjoyed, Sharp Thief!

Gaining of Armour; Retribution and Wrath [In the desc]

Group History: N/A

Relationships

Father: Phalon [Very tall, slender and long-legged, copper-brown coat, yellow eyes]
Mother: Ophelia [Bulky, broad-shouldered, white-beige coat, dark green eyes.]
Siblings:

Brothers; Ramier,[tall, slender, copper and beige, pale blue eyes] Domer [dark brown, broad shouldered, very large, yellow eyes]

Sister; Jaska [Champagne white and grey, bright yellow eyes, unusually small]

Half Nephew: Delach [Champagne white and grey, copper-orange eyes]

Mate: N/A

Offspring: N/A
Currently looking for a mate?: Sure, try and steal this thieves heart~
Sexuality: Bisexual
Astera Pebble Tracker
Total: 182

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Relationships:
Relationship Key

Family;

Phalon| Father | - ; "He passed too soon, I wish I could have told him what happened before he was gone...That I was alive this whole time...I wish I could have saved him."
Ophelia| Mother | - ;"I wonder how she's doing..."
Ramier | Brother |   - ; "..."
Domer | Brother | - ; "..."
Jaska | Sister | - - - ; "She's better off without that bastard, hopefully she's on the right path now. I'm glad I got to straighten things out with her even if it did end in me killing her mate."
Delach | Nephew |  - ; "My preciouse nephew, he's such a kind young soul. I'll die before anyone harms him."

Arrowhead;

WTOA Valon | Arrowhead | - - ; "Somewhat of a hard-ass, but overall not a bad guy, he handled our situation well I trust him."
Vitaly | Arrowhead | - - - ; "He seems quite kind so far, he looks imposing but he's quite kind a polite. I like him."
WToA | Athena | The Berserker | Arrowhead | - - - "She's a fearsome warrior, and kind of a bitch. I like her!"

Loners;

Jenna App | Loner | - - -
Arngnir | Loner | ; "He marred my face slaughtered my father and emotionally manipulated my sister. I have no remorse for killing him. His pelt will as my armour will be the only good he'll have ever done in this word."

Zhawan;

[WToA] Yaeger Application | Zhawan | - - - ; "That bastard, if he had just stayed out of my way! I'll have to keep an eye on him, I don't want him to report me to his pack... if he saw my face. I despise him."
Taima | Zhawan | - ; "If only that little runt would have come with me. Oh well, I hope she enjoys staring at her father's scar. I pity her."

Description

How you like to RP: Notes | Skype| Chat| Google Docs| Discord
All accepted, Discord prefered
RP Style: Short Paragraph, third person

RP Example:

Snow crunched soft under paw as the she-wolf moved like a ghost through the trees.
Her breath came in soft clouds, and her eyes were trained ahead- precise and fearless.
Astera said nothing, just let her mouth draw into a smirk.
Her tail was swishing slightly, inviting friendliness although her demanor bore none. "Hello, stranger." She stated, the smoky note of her voice hanging in the frigid air.

*Disclaimer, this character is in no way a representation of me, my personality or my ideals. She can be rude, aggressive and occasionally say cruel things! If this makes you uncomfortable, you may wish to rp with another character, thank you!

Basics

Name: Astera
Name Meaning: "Star"
Pronunciation: (Ah-sterr-ah)

Nickname: Scar Face, Viper, Killer Queen
Age: 3 (Young adult)
Gender: Female
Appearance description: Refined, slender features and a tall, long and lithe build, she was born away from the pack and it shows. Her legs are long and lengthy and she has a thick rough of fur around her neck, her coloration is a pale white-grey and warm shades of browns, oranges and fawn. Her nose is a pale brownish-pink, along with her paw pads, giving her a gentle and soft appearance. This is punctuated by her usual devious grin, and deceptively cunning green doe eyes. Her right ear is in tatters and she has a broad scar running from her ear, across her right eye and a bit onto the bridge of her muzzle.
Height: 32in

Length: 5.9 feet
Weight: 79lB
Voice: Ciara
[Mid to low range, but highly feminine, melodious and somewhat smoky.]

Theme: www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSQwI3…
Tribe or Loner?: Arrowhead
Rank: Sharp-Thief

Personality
Detailed description: She'll charm her way into your heart and into your head, with a voice like liquid smoke she had no trouble convincing even the most clever wolves into her traps. That isn't to say this killer queen doesn't have a heart- all though it may take a real act of friendship before you ever see it. Nurturing is in her nature, whether or not she'll let you see it. She has a way with pups unlike any other, and genuinely enjoys spending time with them. Clever and conniving she may also come off as a bit domineering, she likes to be the one everyone has their eyes on, and won't bat an eyelash if she steps on you to get there. And you may know, it's hard to have a charming wolf without having a cocky wolf, and she's no exception; as far as she's concerned she's the best there is, and she is hardly subtle about it.

Traits:

Charming; Can usually talk her way out of trouble... or others into trouble. Very flirtatious.
Nurturing; Surprisingly she is good at taking care of both pups and wounded, she can be quite empathetic when she wants to be
Fun-loving; Will do almost anything for a kick
Brilliant; Clever and creative, she is quite the schemer

Domineering; Likes to be top dog, which can be hard in a pack of top dogs, chalk it up to her ambition.
Bold; Isn't afraid to get in the face of other packs or the higher ups
Patient; Has no trouble waiting for the ideal moment to strike. Is also quite patient with young members
Lively; Like a pup she can become quite excitable, especially when gearing up for a fight or hunt

-Aggressive; Not afraid to get in your face she does enjoying picking the odd fight
-Vain; despite her tattered ear and eye she remains quite vain, enjoying the colour and silkiness of her coat.
-Immature; Going hand in hand with her liveliness and fun-loving nature she has the tenancy to come off as immature, and may become over-zealous and go into situations unprepared.
-Cocky; Being vain she is also pretty cocky, and with her speed and agility she tends to pick fights she know she can win and antagonize her pack-mates.

Strengths:
Manipulative; Can usually charm her way out of a situation or skirmish
Fast; Her long legs can take her anywhere fast
Great Stamina; Not only is she speedy, but she can keep the pace better than most.
Weaknesses:
Physically weak; Her frame is built more for speed and the long chase, so any brute force in close quarters is going to do some serious damage
Blind in right eye; Her right eye partially is blind, (images are extremely fuzzy/clouded but she can still see somewhat) so she is vulnerable to surprise attacks from the right side
Deaf in right ear; her left ear is also partially deaf, and is also a spot for potential attacks

Likes: Successfully telling a lie, chasing; be it prey or enemies, a good fight, playing with pups, elk haunch, soft snuggles, waking up before anyone else
Dislikes: losing- fights; bets or a scent trail, sleeping in too late, getting snapped at, being sassed, being talked over, beining out-shined

History

Detailed Overview:
Pup hood: Astera was born some distance from the territories now owned by the packs; which was forged of her own family and a second family of loners. While not all related by blood, the rag-tag group was for the most part happy, traveling as nomads through the ranges of mountains and valleys. Astera was born in one such valley, along with two brothers and a sister. While not sharing the broad shoulders of her father she did have his uncharacteristically long legs. This led her to be the speediest of her siblings, at the head of her packs of litter-mate, she would lead them all nose first into trouble. Her hi-jinks were typically harmless, although it did tend to lead to a few sticky situations, while not devastating it did plant a seed that would eventually grow to disdain between her and her siblings.

Once old enough to travel, the packs left the quaint valley, journeying further North, after tales of Mammoths and other grand prey. The journey lasted several months, in which the pups began learning to hunt. On one such hunt, Astera and her siblings were sent on their own to attempt to take down an elk. In a test of skill they trailed it for several miles, Astera in the lead. Her stamina kept her right on the beasts heels, and when the opportunity presented itself she struck, grabbing hold of its back leg. Her siblings- while a smidge behind- picked up the pace; her brother eventually seizing it by the throat and taking it down. They were all triumphant smiles, and dined on their feast with pride; that was until they had a guest.

As it turned out they had chased the elk into strange territory, one which was owned by another larger pack. And they were none too happy about sharing their precious meat. Astera attempted to coerce her way out of the situation, but it didn't really go as planned. A patrol was notified, and the group of siblings were escorted to the packs leader. His name was Arngnir, thanks the Gods he was a reasonable wolf... well somewhat reasonable. Unlike most he didn't have them killed on site, although prey stealing was a grievous crime in those parts, instead he had them stay the night- where they were to bear their throats grovel in apology to every member of the enemy pack. As one may guess, Astera was too prideful to let herself participate in such a defamation of character. In the face of the Alpha she refused, and he retaliated with fangs. In a grievous attack her shredded her ear- scarring the right side of her face muzzle.

When the night ended they were permitted to return to their worry-sick family. Astera was devastated, her gorgeous face now to her- ruined. They left the area immediately, pausing only briefly to make a make-shift poultice for Astera's face before continuing on their journey.

No longer at the head of her pack blazing a trail, Astera lagged behind, the wedge between her siblings now even wider thanks to their misfortune with the rival pack. When they stopped that night to rest- she left.

Life of a Loner: For several months she traveled alone, hunting for herself and gradually learning to overcome her now partial deafness. While never going fully blind she did have serious scarring, which covered the entirety of her right eye. For a while she was regretful, and sorry for herself- but that later faded to an intense ambition. She would be better. A better hunter. A better fighter. Never again would she be brought down by another's weakness. Never again would she break.

The Joining: Through her lone wanderings she came across the Tribes of Ahki. At first she was careful, observing. Watching. Waiting. It was only when she came across the large, long legged, and vicious Arrowheads did she ever feel a sense of longing. She wished to be a part of a pack again, and they looked to be of the most formidable. On one frigid night, she dared step foot onto the border, where she never turned back.

Her start as an Arrowhead was a bit less glamorous than she had hoped, upon her arrival she was thin, and that weakness landed her as a Thin Blood; with such a narrow time frame between her joining and the Ceremony of Markana she knew she had to prove herself lest she be shoved to the side as a Rag Wolf. When interacting with the pack she did her best to be charming, and chummy, and for the most part it wasn't bravado; she truly missed the pack life, and the feeling of being a part of something really resonated with her.

She was apart of a cycle, hunting one day, patrol the next, in a rotation. When tasked with hunting she made sure to exhibit her speed, stamina and precision- trailing her prey with ease through the thick snow, thanks to her long legs- she had hoped she may be dubbed a member of the Hunter Clan. This was quelled thanks to her vibrant pelt, which stuck out like a sore thumb in the snowy terrain, often spooking prey before she could actually begin her chase.

On patrols she scouted ahead, quick to return at the sight of anything unusual or out of place, her speed key in efficiently relaying information. During one such patrol she traveled ahead of her pack-mates after catching sight of a set of prints, which were quickly fading in the falling snow. It was a group of wolves on the outskirts of their territory. While the evening was young Astera pursued the group in the shadows, finding the rogue wolves settling in for the night. It appeared to be a nomadic pack, not unlike the one Astera had been apart of. There were eight of them in total- more than the patrol, and at its core were three young pups, barely old enough to travel the distance. The situation must have been bad for the group to move with the pups so young. Astera crept closer, she was struck with horror as on closer inspection she recognized the wolves of this group. It was Arngnir, and at his side the slight form, her sister Jaska. The pups were theirs...

Astera was stricken with surpise and disgust, questions whirling through her mind.
Why had Jaska left her parents?
Why was she with Arngnir?
Where was the rest of Arngnir's pack?
Where was the rest of her family?
Holding her tongue she watched on, as the two snuggled together, the pups tucked tight to Jaska's belly. Astera didn't have to know herbs to see her half-kin were in poor shape. Two of which were thin, and sickly- Jaska was new to motherhood and the unforgiving weather was taking its toll... the third pup was staying strong but his condition wouldn't last, not out here.

As the last of their group drifted into sleep she stalked into their midst. Like a ghost she stepped over the packmates untils she stood towering above her sisters sleeping form. Beneath her Jaska stired, her nose twitching.
"A-Astera?" She mumbled, lifting her head ever so slightly. Astera's heart tugged. Part of her just wanted to brush muzzles with her sister, to wake her and tell her how much she had missed the family. The familiar scent was enough to make her want to break down.

"But you dissapeared, do you walk in the stars now..?" Her sister said softly, her eyes glazed with sleep.

"I do. The sky is bright and full of wonders." Astera confirmed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm glad you're happy there. When you see father can you tell him... Can you tell him I'm sorry." Her sister responded, closing her eyes again- tightly.

"Sorry?" Astera asked.

"Sorry for not protecting him. Sorry Arngnir didn't give him the swift end he deserved." Jaska went on to say, her voice trailing into sleep.

Astera's nose curled in a silent snarl. Their father was dead, and he died painfully at Arngnir's fangs. Every fiber in her body wanted her to spring onto the white wolf astride her sleeping sister, her face and now her father. But she didn't- she had a task at hand. Nosing the pups at her sisters belly, she was saddened to find one of them had already passed. The largest stirred as her nosr touched, him, and she prayed that he would be quiet. Teeth clasping his scriff she gently lifted him from his mother. He whimpered, and beside her Arngnir stirred. That was all the push she needed- she was out of their midsts faster than the wind could carry her.

She bound over sleeping wolves and through the rising snow, nack across the border and into the territory. She had been gone a while now, the patrol must have moved on without her.
She was wrong.
Not ten steps into the territory did she run into the Blood watcher at the head of her patrol- he had been watching her.

"Rogue path to the nowth easth." She said around the now whimpering pup. The Blood Watcher nodded once, and the patrol melted away behind her, and she pelted back to camp.

The ceremony of Markana: When the moon rose high for the third time since her joining of the pack, Astera came forward before the Alpha. Her heart was in her throat the entire venture and she hoped with everything she had she wouldn't receive the horizontal line and vertical arrow of a Rag Wolf. After what had happened less than a moon before she was worried....she had broken patrol formation and acted on her own...The only member in the queue for the ceremony she wasted no time stepping forward. Arcoven, the Arrow Lord... he was just as intimidating as she imagined. Astera dipped her head respectfully, straining not to wince as teeth scraped across her skin. It didn't feel like the Rag Wolf's mark. When the Alpha stepped away one of the Blood Watchers came forth "Sharp Thief." They stated. Astera was overjoyed, Sharp Thief!

Gaining of Armour; Retribution and Wrath [In the desc]

Group History: N/A

Relationships

Father: Phalon [Very tall, slender and long-legged, copper-brown coat, yellow eyes]
Mother: Ophelia [Bulky, broad-shouldered, white-beige coat, dark green eyes.]
Siblings:

Brothers; Ramier,[tall, slender, copper and beige, pale blue eyes] Domer [dark brown, broad shouldered, very large, yellow eyes]

Sister; Jaska [Champagne white and grey, bright yellow eyes, unusually small]

Half Nephew: Delach [Champagne white and grey, copper-orange eyes]

Mate: N/A

Offspring: N/A
Currently looking for a mate?: Sure, try and steal this thieves heart~
Sexuality: Bisexual
Astera Pebble Tracker
Total: 182

______________________________________________________________

Relationships:
Relationship Key

Family;

Phalon| Father | - ; "He passed too soon, I wish I could have told him what happened before he was gone...That I was alive this whole time...I wish I could have saved him."
Ophelia| Mother | - ;"I wonder how she's doing..."
Ramier | Brother |   - ; "..."
Domer | Brother | - ; "..."
Jaska | Sister | - - - ; "She's better off without that bastard, hopefully she's on the right path now. I'm glad I got to straighten things out with her even if it did end in me killing her mate."
Delach | Nephew |  - ; "My preciouse nephew, he's such a kind young soul. I'll die before anyone harms him."

Arrowhead;

WTOA Valon | Arrowhead | - - ; "Somewhat of a hard-ass, but overall not a bad guy, he handled our situation well I trust him."
Vitaly | Arrowhead | - - - ; "He seems quite kind so far, he looks imposing but he's quite kind a polite. I like him."
WToA | Athena | The Berserker | Arrowhead | - - - "She's a fearsome warrior, and kind of a bitch. I like her!"

Loners;

Jenna App | Loner | - - -
Arngnir | Loner | ; "He marred my face slaughtered my father and emotionally manipulated my sister. I have no remorse for killing him. His pelt will as my armour will be the only good he'll have ever done in this word."

Zhawan;

[WToA] Yaeger Application | Zhawan | - - - ; "That bastard, if he had just stayed out of my way! I'll have to keep an eye on him, I don't want him to report me to his pack... if he saw my face. I despise him."
Taima | Zhawan | - ; "If only that little runt would have come with me. Oh well, I hope she enjoys staring at her father's scar. I pity her."