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GENERAL
Name(s) // Hux - His full, real name being Hopper
Meaning // Unknown

Epithet // "The Beast"/"Beast of the Creek" // Not for his height, but simple ferocity in the heat of battle
Nickname(s) // "Hugs" or "Hoppy" by his close friends, "Mad-dog" by his bullies and adversaries

Age // 2.5 years (Young adult)
Birth Season // Fall

Sex // Male [He/him]

Alliance(s) // Stonecreek
Task // Guardian
Rank // Delta

Mentor(s) // x

Belief System // Follows the rules and morals of Stonecreek

APPEARANCE
Fur // Thick fur crests at the top of his nape and chest, overall giving off quite a puffy appearance. The rest of his lays relatively flat, spiking at his joints and underbelly some. The coat itself is rather soft and comes to be semi-water resistant with it's oiliness. Sheds heavily in the spring and summer, often losing the crest on his neck until fall.
Eyes // Orange eyes; left pupil remains in a undialted state, though this does not negatively impact his vision. Oval in shape, with plush eyebrows being very expressive above them.
Body Type // Short and stocky. He has a deep chest and sturdy limbs made for the act of fighting. Small and bulky, he's not necessarily made for speed but the power in his legs makes sure the male has plenty of stamina to carry him across the land.
Body Movement // Bold with prowess to make up for his short stature; head is always held high.

Height // Slightly bellow average (32")
Weight // Average (105 lbs)

Most Noticeable Features // Left undialted eye, facial scar.
Disabilities or Scars // A scar running down his left ear to his cheek and down to his jawline, two across his lower back
Accessories // Always carries reeds in his mouth to chew on, keeps him from talking excessively.

Scent // The riverbank and honeysuckle
Voice // Gerard Butler

FAMILY
Mother // Era [ Mother // Stonecreek // Alive ]
Father // Knoxx

Sibling(s) // Ludo [ Brother // Stonecreek // Alive ], Saga [ Sister // Stonecreek // Alive ]

Mate(s) // x
Kit(s) // x

ROMANTIC RELATIONS
Orientation // Bisexual

Preference(s) // x

Looking For // x

Currently Attracted to // x

PERSONALITY

Notes //
- He can be flirty, often very openly stating his attraction or traits that pique his interest.
- There isn't a time where he's not cracking an inappropriate joke.
- Doesn't know when to shut up sometimes and may end up hurting anothers feelings or disregarding them all together.

// Enthusiastic, Loud, and Talkative //
  A loud mouth with a chipper, yet vulgar sense of humor, Hux radiates a friendliness that can often catch others off guard. He's quick to help out and lend a strong paw, but with a catch. A stream of inappropriate jokes are often the price to pay for his assistance, the smaller wolf unaware of his sometimes displeasing jabs and remarks. He means well in the end and is not one to be unreliable.

// Respectful and Attentive //
  Through all the harsh talk and slurred words, Hux is a gentleman at heart and shows the needed respect to higher ranking officials. While, he has no problem with voicing his own opinion towards them if he believes them wrong, he does not faulter in using "Ma'am" or "Sir" to properly address them. He's attentive when doing such, minding his often foul mouth while he goings through with civil discussions. Well, he tries, with his loud uncensored self. He often shows a greater sense of respect towards females than males while still keeping his rowdy nature about him.

// Well-disposed and Honest //
Generally towards those in need, Hux can show a sort if pity and lend some help to the unrightfully injured and misguided, primarily towards anyone facing a bullying power over them. Holding a soft spot towards younger wolves and anything smaller than himself, the not so gentle 'giant' can do well with pups and wolves of the younger years. He's honest with his words, coming off as crude though his intentions are only aimed to be good.

// Competitive and Headstrong //
With a competitive spirit that drives him through life, the young wolf refuses to back away from any challenge set in his path. He lacks a knowing of when to back down in such situations and more often than not bites off more than he can chew. He can become cocky, believing he can face about anything bigger or stronger than himself to either prove to others that he is worthy, or in the name of protecting his pack. With these mindsets, pain is a feeling he is all too acquainted with and in many cases, he needs to be coaxed out of otherwise suicidal trials.

// Uncensored and Rowdy //
His thoughts are not something that are kept secret for long. Hux speaks his mind openly to whomever is near, unafraid of their own options though just as willing to hear and acknowledge them. The ears of higher ups or the feelings of others are sometimes disregarded when he talks, more often than not coming off as rude or insincere.

// Brutal and Unapologetic //
Ruthless with his words and above all, strength in a fight, Hux is a pint-sized-powerhouse to be reckoned with. Hardened by vicious bullies and siblings would showed no mercy in their teachings, he knows no such thing as backing down. He is unapologetic with his actions, standing firm with them till the end with a wicked stubbornness, making him a heard-headed, often very hard to budge in his views on things.

// Compulsive and Short-tempered //
Quick to react in a physical way, the quick to flare male it known well for turning simple border meetings into brawls of strength and dexterity. With a sharp-tongue and loud mouth, Hux is quick to start up an argument, and quicker to initiate a fight without a second thought. "Fight first, ask questions later!"

HISTORY
Before the dawn //

"My mother," Hux started with a curt huff, sitting down with his eyes diverted away, pinned to the ground as he thought. "Was not the, uh..." Rolling his shoulder blades, the aging adolescent shrugged, not embarrassed though touched by the subject. "Not the most respected wolf.. She had slept around ah' lot before I was born, taken advantage of... Her and my pa barely knew one another, but he was an arse," Hux was quick to point the fact out, tone harsh with his frame tensing. "He passed by, crying wolf that we was hurt r' something, and ma' was a sweet wolf, too sweet, let him stick around. Manipulated her and did nasty things--- Things I'd kill a wolf for..." The orange eye'd male went silent, moving his cold gaze from the earth to stare you dead in the face. "Dun' even know his name. Don't wanna. Mum was the one who raised me, well and fair, I'll say." Puffing his chest a bit he'd go on in a smoother voice. "She was a good ma-- still is. Does right by the our family and pack, always has.. don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Early days //

Hopper was born from the second litter of Era, a soft brown she-wolf who now within her aging years, was a delicate and sweet soul. He was an only pup, and growing up he relied heavily on his older siblings as teachers. Ludo, the eldest brother, a tall wolf with his mothers fair pelt, was quick to watch over him as well as his sister, Saga. The two elder siblings watched over their younger brother intently, along with their mother, teaching the young pup about the brutal world they live within. The group of four lived where Riverdale now calls their North-eastern border, calling the lake-side area their home. Other families joined them over time, creating a small community in the safe heaven of the valley. Families would work with families to take down food, and life as a young pup was sweet.

At nearly half a year old was when Hopper gained his facial scar. A hunting expedition led to a cornered and scared buck, the wild animal breaking past the barrier of adults to charge at the young and inexperienced pup. In a heartbeat, he was thrashed and tramped with angry hooves and antlers, leaving his body bloody and numb. His siblings were among the adults, mortified, they rushed him back to his mother where he was stowed away, deep within their den to rest. The two had beat themselves up over their brothers injury, placing the blame on them for dragging him along on the hunt. A week passed before Hux showed his face; scarred, his left eye remaining undialted for the rest of his life.

"Mad-dog" //

The time of his younger adolescents was unkind to the otherwise kind pup. Bullies plagued his life after his face was "blessed" with the scar across his ear and cheek, mainly going after his now undialed eye. Mocked, called "Mad-dog" and avoided because the the oddity, Hux was left alone most of his first year. Turning to rely heavily on his own family for interaction, the pup hid away in his families den, seeking refuge during the morning hours at the small creeks that fed the lake.

"You put Mad-dogs down"

After the incident with Koda and Krestler, Hux was left to his own devices. Younger wolves began to steer completely clear of his path, parents of families often referring to Hopper as the "Beast of the Lake". The rest of his pup-hood consisted of joining along with both older siblings, relying heavily on the two for guidance and friendship. Hopper has bonded greatly with Ludo and Saga, his loyalty towards them being stronger than most with their own pack.

Trial by Fire //

A cold morning was met with the faces of new wolves, new wolves with the intent to rid them of their home with the force of a pack behind them. Being told bluntly they were to leave, the small family evacuated without incident thanks to the calming words of their mother. Bother Hopper and Saga had resented the news of moving to the extreme, nearly overthrowing those who had told them they must leave the lands they grew up in. By night they traveled in the shadows, and day, they hunted until they'd clear some distance between them and the newly established Riverdale pack.

Some time after the Riverdale pack ran them from their home den, the family pack sought shelter in Stonecreek. Their efforts to join the ranks of the new pack were met with a challenge; the Trial. Taking to the Sharp Stones with only their wit an short numbers, the family of four spit to two; Hopper and Ludo, and Mayra and Saga.

"Brothers in Arms" [TBA story depicting Hopper and Ludo's hunt of the young moose]

  After a day in the tall, barren outcrop, they merged back into one, their trial trophy's in tow. The girls had snagged a bird for each; Mayra with a Crow, and Saga with a plump raven. The boys held within their tired jaws a young moose, not even a year old. With cuts to prove their fight with the small, although devilish beast, the family bestowed their trophies to the pack in an effort to please them. With success rewarding their efforts, the four began their integration into Stonecreek.

Recent Events //

- The family pack is settling into Stonecreek well. While still decently new to their customs, they're catching on quick. Hux is working on creating some ties with fellow pack-mates.
- The news of Riverdales alpha and his death sparked very little feelings in Hux, and if any, it felt like revenge in a sense. While not particularly pleased with death, the pack had ran his family from their home, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth when they are brought up.

EXTRA
- Hux curses like a sailor around most of his pack-mates. Though, he often dials it back around females and all together stops when around his mother.
- Excellent swimmer, and he is quick to boast about it. He can more often times than not be seen splashing around in the stream or any pool of water.
- Borderline masochist. His younger life was filled with ruthless bullies who made him numb to the pain. Hux often exerts himself to the point of collapsing simply because he can mentally take the pain, but his body cannot.
- He often goes by "Hux", rather than his real name, Hopper. The nickname was given to him by his older sister, Saga, who thought it was fitting as Hopper clung to their older brother Ludo like a leach when he was very little, almost becoming an extent of him.
- Hux is quick to call his fellow pack-mates "Brother" and "Sister".

Likes //

- Water/Swimming // A true water-dog at heart, the wolf feels at home with his paws in the depths of the creek.
- Salmon berries // The sour, yet sweet morsels grow near the riverbank, and during the summer, Hux can be seen picking away at the orange berries.
- Vocal wolves // Enjoying talking himself, Hux quite enjoys other loudmouths to communicate with.

Dislikes //

- Leaving things left unsaid // While he is quick to open up about most things, it's incredibly disheartening when he comes to find others have been keeping important thoughts or ideas from him.
- Manipulative wolves // He takes no pity on what happens to those who bend the will of their followers of friends and will not stand to be associate with anyone of the sort.
- Water fowl // Loud and simply obnoxious, Hux takes great joy and running the honking demons off.

Goals //

Proving himself // Incomplete // New to Stonecreek, he is seeking to prove himself worthy of their trust even after the Trial. He wishes to gain a true rank and move up from just an Omega in the pack.

Create ties // Incomplete // Building friendships and bonds with fellow pack-mates is on the mind, wanting to learn more about the culture and wolves within it.
Revenge // Incomplete // Track down the Riverdale wolves that had ran his family off and give them a little taste of revenge.

ROLEPLAY
Timezone // Pacific

• Cursing // Yup
• Violence // Yup
• Gore // Yup
• Sexual // Sure? Discussion prior is needed

Role play example // My posts range from a few sentences to a short story; usually base how much I write on my rp partner!

  ”Aye, but everything needs to eat in the winter,” The tom noted coldly, voice muffled with the dense fur of his back. Two long scratched ran along his side, ending with shallow punctures near his left flank had been discovered upon cleaning his his left most side, gentle in his approach to cleaning. Slowing near the holes where canines had sunk in, Pire nosed the area only to jolt at it’s soreness, moving onward and leaving the divots for further inspection when the rest of his was tidy.

  What was a calming mood reverted to hostility in a flash upon her comment on his supposed reckless behavior, Piraque’s eyes growing fiery. A quick flick of his now enraged gaze now bore into the lass, the tom going as far as to stand up on now rigid limbs to face her directly. Nothing of him spoke friendly, to his eyes or body posture. His tail thrashing for a moment, pinned stare piercing through her as if demanding her own eyes attention. ”Wasn’t going to eat me, huh? Aye, I doubt that was his intent when he jumped from the rock and slammed my head into the ground, nearly knocking me out and going for my neck.” The words poured from his mouth like lava, sparked with irritation and defense nearly hot enough to melt the snow around him. Pire was overreacting. He knew it. But by the gods, he couldn’t help but defend himself with a comment on himself like that in his current position, and with what he had just dealt with. ”Desperation breeds stupidity, and in bad winter like this, even the clever coyote is driven to do nasty things.” He had sat down after a moment of heavy breathing afterwards, head as hot as the sun when he finally did. With his tongue clamped between teeth to ward off the feeling of more hostile words bubbling up in his throat, Piraque sat in silence with his back to the she-cat while moving on with his pelt restoration.

  While not looking at her, he halfheartedly listened in a childish spite of her prior words. With nearly his entire body not per say spot cleaned, but restored to a more suitable state, the tom moved to clearing off his head. Lifting a paw to give the dark grey pads a lick, he’d stare down at the worn pieces, following the scratches and scrapes that scored the toes. The hot pink tongue pressed against them made them tingle and sting with something other than cold pressing against them, dropping the paw to sink back into the white drift where they felt more adapt to be placed. His face could wait.

  ”Shelter.” Piraque echoed, eyes drifting to scowl her way once she took to a spot ahead of him. His chest still burned from agitation, muscles wrangled in a tense manor. The feeling was suppressed with the gritting of his teeth and knowing they needed something over their heads for the evening, or even night. ”Nothing looks familiar here, and I don’t have the energy to look.” The admission was difficult to confess past a course voice. ”I know where I should be, just not how to get there…”

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"I was low a moment ago but pains a great way to motivate."
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GENERAL
Name(s) // Hux - His full, real name being Hopper
Meaning // Unknown

Epithet // "The Beast"/"Beast of the Creek" // Not for his height, but simple ferocity in the heat of battle
Nickname(s) // "Hugs" or "Hoppy" by his close friends, "Mad-dog" by his bullies and adversaries

Age // 2.5 years (Young adult)
Birth Season // Fall

Sex // Male [He/him]

Alliance(s) // Stonecreek
Task // Guardian
Rank // Delta

Mentor(s) // x

Belief System // Follows the rules and morals of Stonecreek

APPEARANCE
Fur // Thick fur crests at the top of his nape and chest, overall giving off quite a puffy appearance. The rest of his lays relatively flat, spiking at his joints and underbelly some. The coat itself is rather soft and comes to be semi-water resistant with it's oiliness. Sheds heavily in the spring and summer, often losing the crest on his neck until fall.
Eyes // Orange eyes; left pupil remains in a undialted state, though this does not negatively impact his vision. Oval in shape, with plush eyebrows being very expressive above them.
Body Type // Short and stocky. He has a deep chest and sturdy limbs made for the act of fighting. Small and bulky, he's not necessarily made for speed but the power in his legs makes sure the male has plenty of stamina to carry him across the land.
Body Movement // Bold with prowess to make up for his short stature; head is always held high.

Height // Slightly bellow average (32")
Weight // Average (105 lbs)

Most Noticeable Features // Left undialted eye, facial scar.
Disabilities or Scars // A scar running down his left ear to his cheek and down to his jawline, two across his lower back
Accessories // Always carries reeds in his mouth to chew on, keeps him from talking excessively.

Scent // The riverbank and honeysuckle
Voice // Gerard Butler

FAMILY
Mother // Era [ Mother // Stonecreek // Alive ]
Father // Knoxx

Sibling(s) // Ludo [ Brother // Stonecreek // Alive ], Saga [ Sister // Stonecreek // Alive ]

Mate(s) // x
Kit(s) // x

ROMANTIC RELATIONS
Orientation // Bisexual

Preference(s) // x

Looking For // x

Currently Attracted to // x

PERSONALITY

Notes //
- He can be flirty, often very openly stating his attraction or traits that pique his interest.
- There isn't a time where he's not cracking an inappropriate joke.
- Doesn't know when to shut up sometimes and may end up hurting anothers feelings or disregarding them all together.

// Enthusiastic, Loud, and Talkative //
  A loud mouth with a chipper, yet vulgar sense of humor, Hux radiates a friendliness that can often catch others off guard. He's quick to help out and lend a strong paw, but with a catch. A stream of inappropriate jokes are often the price to pay for his assistance, the smaller wolf unaware of his sometimes displeasing jabs and remarks. He means well in the end and is not one to be unreliable.

// Respectful and Attentive //
  Through all the harsh talk and slurred words, Hux is a gentleman at heart and shows the needed respect to higher ranking officials. While, he has no problem with voicing his own opinion towards them if he believes them wrong, he does not faulter in using "Ma'am" or "Sir" to properly address them. He's attentive when doing such, minding his often foul mouth while he goings through with civil discussions. Well, he tries, with his loud uncensored self. He often shows a greater sense of respect towards females than males while still keeping his rowdy nature about him.

// Well-disposed and Honest //
Generally towards those in need, Hux can show a sort if pity and lend some help to the unrightfully injured and misguided, primarily towards anyone facing a bullying power over them. Holding a soft spot towards younger wolves and anything smaller than himself, the not so gentle 'giant' can do well with pups and wolves of the younger years. He's honest with his words, coming off as crude though his intentions are only aimed to be good.

// Competitive and Headstrong //
With a competitive spirit that drives him through life, the young wolf refuses to back away from any challenge set in his path. He lacks a knowing of when to back down in such situations and more often than not bites off more than he can chew. He can become cocky, believing he can face about anything bigger or stronger than himself to either prove to others that he is worthy, or in the name of protecting his pack. With these mindsets, pain is a feeling he is all too acquainted with and in many cases, he needs to be coaxed out of otherwise suicidal trials.

// Uncensored and Rowdy //
His thoughts are not something that are kept secret for long. Hux speaks his mind openly to whomever is near, unafraid of their own options though just as willing to hear and acknowledge them. The ears of higher ups or the feelings of others are sometimes disregarded when he talks, more often than not coming off as rude or insincere.

// Brutal and Unapologetic //
Ruthless with his words and above all, strength in a fight, Hux is a pint-sized-powerhouse to be reckoned with. Hardened by vicious bullies and siblings would showed no mercy in their teachings, he knows no such thing as backing down. He is unapologetic with his actions, standing firm with them till the end with a wicked stubbornness, making him a heard-headed, often very hard to budge in his views on things.

// Compulsive and Short-tempered //
Quick to react in a physical way, the quick to flare male it known well for turning simple border meetings into brawls of strength and dexterity. With a sharp-tongue and loud mouth, Hux is quick to start up an argument, and quicker to initiate a fight without a second thought. "Fight first, ask questions later!"

HISTORY
Before the dawn //

"My mother," Hux started with a curt huff, sitting down with his eyes diverted away, pinned to the ground as he thought. "Was not the, uh..." Rolling his shoulder blades, the aging adolescent shrugged, not embarrassed though touched by the subject. "Not the most respected wolf.. She had slept around ah' lot before I was born, taken advantage of... Her and my pa barely knew one another, but he was an arse," Hux was quick to point the fact out, tone harsh with his frame tensing. "He passed by, crying wolf that we was hurt r' something, and ma' was a sweet wolf, too sweet, let him stick around. Manipulated her and did nasty things--- Things I'd kill a wolf for..." The orange eye'd male went silent, moving his cold gaze from the earth to stare you dead in the face. "Dun' even know his name. Don't wanna. Mum was the one who raised me, well and fair, I'll say." Puffing his chest a bit he'd go on in a smoother voice. "She was a good ma-- still is. Does right by the our family and pack, always has.. don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Early days //

Hopper was born from the second litter of Era, a soft brown she-wolf who now within her aging years, was a delicate and sweet soul. He was an only pup, and growing up he relied heavily on his older siblings as teachers. Ludo, the eldest brother, a tall wolf with his mothers fair pelt, was quick to watch over him as well as his sister, Saga. The two elder siblings watched over their younger brother intently, along with their mother, teaching the young pup about the brutal world they live within. The group of four lived where Riverdale now calls their North-eastern border, calling the lake-side area their home. Other families joined them over time, creating a small community in the safe heaven of the valley. Families would work with families to take down food, and life as a young pup was sweet.

At nearly half a year old was when Hopper gained his facial scar. A hunting expedition led to a cornered and scared buck, the wild animal breaking past the barrier of adults to charge at the young and inexperienced pup. In a heartbeat, he was thrashed and tramped with angry hooves and antlers, leaving his body bloody and numb. His siblings were among the adults, mortified, they rushed him back to his mother where he was stowed away, deep within their den to rest. The two had beat themselves up over their brothers injury, placing the blame on them for dragging him along on the hunt. A week passed before Hux showed his face; scarred, his left eye remaining undialted for the rest of his life.

"Mad-dog" //

The time of his younger adolescents was unkind to the otherwise kind pup. Bullies plagued his life after his face was "blessed" with the scar across his ear and cheek, mainly going after his now undialed eye. Mocked, called "Mad-dog" and avoided because the the oddity, Hux was left alone most of his first year. Turning to rely heavily on his own family for interaction, the pup hid away in his families den, seeking refuge during the morning hours at the small creeks that fed the lake.

"You put Mad-dogs down"

After the incident with Koda and Krestler, Hux was left to his own devices. Younger wolves began to steer completely clear of his path, parents of families often referring to Hopper as the "Beast of the Lake". The rest of his pup-hood consisted of joining along with both older siblings, relying heavily on the two for guidance and friendship. Hopper has bonded greatly with Ludo and Saga, his loyalty towards them being stronger than most with their own pack.

Trial by Fire //

A cold morning was met with the faces of new wolves, new wolves with the intent to rid them of their home with the force of a pack behind them. Being told bluntly they were to leave, the small family evacuated without incident thanks to the calming words of their mother. Bother Hopper and Saga had resented the news of moving to the extreme, nearly overthrowing those who had told them they must leave the lands they grew up in. By night they traveled in the shadows, and day, they hunted until they'd clear some distance between them and the newly established Riverdale pack.

Some time after the Riverdale pack ran them from their home den, the family pack sought shelter in Stonecreek. Their efforts to join the ranks of the new pack were met with a challenge; the Trial. Taking to the Sharp Stones with only their wit an short numbers, the family of four spit to two; Hopper and Ludo, and Mayra and Saga.

"Brothers in Arms" [TBA story depicting Hopper and Ludo's hunt of the young moose]

  After a day in the tall, barren outcrop, they merged back into one, their trial trophy's in tow. The girls had snagged a bird for each; Mayra with a Crow, and Saga with a plump raven. The boys held within their tired jaws a young moose, not even a year old. With cuts to prove their fight with the small, although devilish beast, the family bestowed their trophies to the pack in an effort to please them. With success rewarding their efforts, the four began their integration into Stonecreek.

Recent Events //

- The family pack is settling into Stonecreek well. While still decently new to their customs, they're catching on quick. Hux is working on creating some ties with fellow pack-mates.
- The news of Riverdales alpha and his death sparked very little feelings in Hux, and if any, it felt like revenge in a sense. While not particularly pleased with death, the pack had ran his family from their home, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth when they are brought up.

EXTRA
- Hux curses like a sailor around most of his pack-mates. Though, he often dials it back around females and all together stops when around his mother.
- Excellent swimmer, and he is quick to boast about it. He can more often times than not be seen splashing around in the stream or any pool of water.
- Borderline masochist. His younger life was filled with ruthless bullies who made him numb to the pain. Hux often exerts himself to the point of collapsing simply because he can mentally take the pain, but his body cannot.
- He often goes by "Hux", rather than his real name, Hopper. The nickname was given to him by his older sister, Saga, who thought it was fitting as Hopper clung to their older brother Ludo like a leach when he was very little, almost becoming an extent of him.
- Hux is quick to call his fellow pack-mates "Brother" and "Sister".

Likes //

- Water/Swimming // A true water-dog at heart, the wolf feels at home with his paws in the depths of the creek.
- Salmon berries // The sour, yet sweet morsels grow near the riverbank, and during the summer, Hux can be seen picking away at the orange berries.
- Vocal wolves // Enjoying talking himself, Hux quite enjoys other loudmouths to communicate with.

Dislikes //

- Leaving things left unsaid // While he is quick to open up about most things, it's incredibly disheartening when he comes to find others have been keeping important thoughts or ideas from him.
- Manipulative wolves // He takes no pity on what happens to those who bend the will of their followers of friends and will not stand to be associate with anyone of the sort.
- Water fowl // Loud and simply obnoxious, Hux takes great joy and running the honking demons off.

Goals //

Proving himself // Incomplete // New to Stonecreek, he is seeking to prove himself worthy of their trust even after the Trial. He wishes to gain a true rank and move up from just an Omega in the pack.

Create ties // Incomplete // Building friendships and bonds with fellow pack-mates is on the mind, wanting to learn more about the culture and wolves within it.
Revenge // Incomplete // Track down the Riverdale wolves that had ran his family off and give them a little taste of revenge.

ROLEPLAY
Timezone // Pacific

• Cursing // Yup
• Violence // Yup
• Gore // Yup
• Sexual // Sure? Discussion prior is needed

Role play example // My posts range from a few sentences to a short story; usually base how much I write on my rp partner!

  ”Aye, but everything needs to eat in the winter,” The tom noted coldly, voice muffled with the dense fur of his back. Two long scratched ran along his side, ending with shallow punctures near his left flank had been discovered upon cleaning his his left most side, gentle in his approach to cleaning. Slowing near the holes where canines had sunk in, Pire nosed the area only to jolt at it’s soreness, moving onward and leaving the divots for further inspection when the rest of his was tidy.

  What was a calming mood reverted to hostility in a flash upon her comment on his supposed reckless behavior, Piraque’s eyes growing fiery. A quick flick of his now enraged gaze now bore into the lass, the tom going as far as to stand up on now rigid limbs to face her directly. Nothing of him spoke friendly, to his eyes or body posture. His tail thrashing for a moment, pinned stare piercing through her as if demanding her own eyes attention. ”Wasn’t going to eat me, huh? Aye, I doubt that was his intent when he jumped from the rock and slammed my head into the ground, nearly knocking me out and going for my neck.” The words poured from his mouth like lava, sparked with irritation and defense nearly hot enough to melt the snow around him. Pire was overreacting. He knew it. But by the gods, he couldn’t help but defend himself with a comment on himself like that in his current position, and with what he had just dealt with. ”Desperation breeds stupidity, and in bad winter like this, even the clever coyote is driven to do nasty things.” He had sat down after a moment of heavy breathing afterwards, head as hot as the sun when he finally did. With his tongue clamped between teeth to ward off the feeling of more hostile words bubbling up in his throat, Piraque sat in silence with his back to the she-cat while moving on with his pelt restoration.

  While not looking at her, he halfheartedly listened in a childish spite of her prior words. With nearly his entire body not per say spot cleaned, but restored to a more suitable state, the tom moved to clearing off his head. Lifting a paw to give the dark grey pads a lick, he’d stare down at the worn pieces, following the scratches and scrapes that scored the toes. The hot pink tongue pressed against them made them tingle and sting with something other than cold pressing against them, dropping the paw to sink back into the white drift where they felt more adapt to be placed. His face could wait.

  ”Shelter.” Piraque echoed, eyes drifting to scowl her way once she took to a spot ahead of him. His chest still burned from agitation, muscles wrangled in a tense manor. The feeling was suppressed with the gritting of his teeth and knowing they needed something over their heads for the evening, or even night. ”Nothing looks familiar here, and I don’t have the energy to look.” The admission was difficult to confess past a course voice. ”I know where I should be, just not how to get there…”