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Can i join the lethal pack?

Name:NishaOkami

Name Meaning: Night Wolf

Age: 1

Breed:Wolf

Personality:Other animals will usually say she is a cold-blooded killer or emo

History:She will not say unless you can get close to her

Crush:None

Mate:None

Pups:None

Pack: None at the moment

Pack Postition: Loner

Other: She has a scar shaped as a "X" on her left shoulder, a scar running down her left eye, and two scars running across her muzzle. Her fur is pitch dark black and her eyes are gold.

Gender: Female

Accepted

A black she-wolf comes into the clearing were everyone is eating and hanging out. She snarled as a german shepard also came into the clearing and tried to attack her but missed. She jumped onto him and killed him with a swift yet painful bite to the throat. "Oh.....um....hi." she said to a dog (skull) as she backed up into him, finally relizing that there was a pack here.

Tomoyo leaped swiftly and quietly behind her as Skull to the head."Hello, you do know that little girls arn't supposed to play with the big dogs right?" He snickered "You pay with them.." He directed his paw to dead dog corpse."You be good and you might make it you know what I mean?" Tomoyo picked up a bone and crunched down, white peices flew over the new dog's face.

She looked around sizeing everyone up (after shaking the bone peices off of her face). "I'll take you on anyday! You dog!" She snarled. "By the way my name is Nisha" She stood her ground "You must be the pack tourchering the town dogs" Nisha said with a slight smirk, happy at the idea of killing more german sheperds. "Who's your Alpha?" Nisha asked the dog (Skull)

Can I join? I love the sound of the plot.

Sure, just make your post


Tomoyo snarled and leaped on the dog, pinning her to the ground."Me." She growled, looking into the dog's eyes like she could see every memorie and nightmare she had seen.She let her claws out and dug them into her body as if they were hooks holding her in place.

Name: Amaya

Name Meaning: Night Rain

Age: 3

Breed: Enlish Pointer

Personality: Indifferent, unusual, gentle and a complete mystery. No one tends to know quite what to think of you because you camouflage your emotions so incredibly well, almost as well as your thoughts. You are unpredictable in that no one knows exactly what your going to do or what your capable of and you've made sure they never will. You are quite the wallflower but deep down inside is a kind and very intelligent person. You are capable of love but unless you let some light into your shadowed life you'll have a hard time with your relationships. People are a mystery only because they all seem too superficial, you would rather be somewhere else. Away from all the noise, perhaps putting your feelings into a form of art. Such as writing your feelings into a poem or journal, or perhaps painting a picture. The shadows make you feel comfortable and you don't like to step outside your comfort zone or let anyone else in, the spotlight terrifies you. You are truly a mystery.

History: She was born originaly from a breeder who soon went bankrupt. She was forced to sell all of her dogs, and the ones she coulodn't sell would have to go to the pound. Amaya happened to be the only one left, and was snet to the pound. SHe was soon adopted, but by a dog breed fighter. She managed to escape her holding cage during a fight mishap, and escaped the rough treatment and cruelty of the fighting ring. She taught herself to live on the streets, and did so.

Crush: None

Mate: None

Pups: None

Pack: She's a loner

Pack Postition: None

Other: She has only 3 legs, one of her paws was mangled during a fight and had to be amputated.

Pic: http://puppydogweb.com/gallery/pointers/pointer_detterich.jpg

Accepted [And I'm making a Fan Fic based on this RP, I'll post the link soon ]

Amaya slunk into a nearby alley, her dappled coat sticking out among the shadows. Her ears pricked up as she smelt a meaty and salty smell. Food. she thought, her ribs showing clearly. She gently nosed over the nearest silver can, the contents spilling on the alley floor. She nosed through them, looking mangy with her dappled coat ruffled, digging through trash. She found the source, a leftover bone or two from what smelled like a chicken. She quickly picked them up, looking around warily before heading away.

Nisha let out a laugh. She turned her head to see the rest of the pack and a softness flickered in her eyes, she turned back to Tomoyo and let out a sigh. "I cant belive im doing this." She muttered to herself not sure if Tomoyo had heard it, but she showed her throat to the wolf.

[Um, what is the meaning of her showing her neck?I know in the wild that means that a wolf is comforting another wolf but that has nothing to do with this =3]

(its showing submissive-ness to the other wolf. Basicly telling Tomoyo that she's not going to fight back.)

[Okay]

Tomoyo nodded "Fine, stay, whatever." She growled before turning back to her face "But understand, the squimish don't last long here, the big dogs can't even se us because we are so high." She growled, she trotted back to her den and rested her head on her paws.

Nisha got up and shook off her fur growling after the wolf. But she looked around at all the others wolves and sat in a part away from the pack lingering in the shadows. She had never had a pack, how was she supposed to act?