Nobodies Pack

[Smores]

Remeber, post your wolves name and a small intro. Thank you. These are the positions that are open or taken.

Alpha Male: Resh
Alpha Female:
Beta Female:
Other Wolves: Namine , Zee

[skeleton]

Here's Riruxtim;

An empty breeze lapped at the land, whistling as it slid between the standing tombstones. The dying grass twitched in rhythm with the wind, as if welcoming the haunting presence perched neatly on the hillside. A wolf, fur a velvet black, the almost neon green markings down either side of its muzzle seemingly pulsing with the eerie moonlight of Halloween Town, the toxic emblems almost swirling with a faint glow. Eyes of the same color flashed about, examining the deserted place with an air of contentment.

After a moment, the beast turned its head, ears pricking as another cooling wind washed over the cemetary, the thick fur on the male's flank twisting in response. The perished grass behind twitched in a similer manner, lashing against the wolf's paws, the bright green claws leaving a poisonous residue on each blade that touched them. Beneath his foot was a large epidermic needle, an unknown fluid lapping at the side as its master moved above it, the single paw on its glass surface moving to replace itself on he ground beside it.

"A rather pleasent night..."

The words were deliberate and slow, rumbling from the creature's throat as a more then a growl then a voice used for speaking. This was a Nobody, one whom had a favored rank above his inferior pack mates.

There rested the alpha of the Nobodies, now nothing more then a lonely silhouette against the moon.

[mooneyes]

((Namine's intro))

Fear.

An emotion that could be so powerful it could rattle even the soul of the most hardened warrior. To feel it is a sickening sensation; to be suffused with it you would most certainly be defeated by its intensity. Fear that is ingrained deep in the flesh, into the bone: sheer suffering. A pitiful, meaningless existance; who would want to live in such hell...?

Now imagine, as you watch this little pale yellow pup walk ever so cautiously in the already dewy grass, that this was the complete embodiment of the emotion Fear. It wouldn't be hard. Her spindly legs shook terribly with every step, her tail litterally glued between her legs. She hung her head so low to the ground, so low, she peered from behind her bangs with severe cautiousness. And her movement; one step, stop and look behind, another two steps, you heard something, and your ears perked up fearfully. One step again, and you look behind you just in case. That was how she went about things. Slowly, cautiously. Surely, she was the perfect example of fear, no?

And yet...

She willed herself to keep walking, to escape her prison for so long, for so long. The whelp felt a kind of triumph in her heart, and as long as she had that, she could do with this kind of fear she felt. She could keep walking, away from the Organization; they hadn't taken her spirit yet, she would not let them, they could never take her spirit. Her large blue eyes were not numbed by her fear; they sparkled still more fiercely. She had made her escape fromt he Organization; she would live independant of their tyranny; she was free, free at last.

Hopefully Marluxia and Larxene wouldn't find out.....?

[Demyx]

Resh

Is the enemy the one who creates suffering? The bad side? Which team really is the bad side in a war? Theres the side that wants their way, and the side that wants their way, no right or wrong, bad or good.

If you think about it, every argument is caused by a fact. People have opinions about facts, and it eventually turns into an argument, then a fight, then a war, until only hatred is seen in the eyes of the soldiers. Yes, it is hard to keep from fighting over disagreements or differences, but what about likeness? The power to be alike in being different, what happened to that?

One wolf still believed in that. Resh. A wimp of a wolf, yes, but fierce in his words. He held no weapon, followed in noones tracks, lived up to no title, he was a mere Nobody. A wolf with no heart, and he accepted that.

His pelt was an amazing color, though unusual. It was a deep blue, often known as Broken Blue, the color of sorrow. True, he was sorrowful, always seeming to mope about, with not a care in the world, but eh had all the care in the world, and was rarely sad.

He was always thinking, thinking about why he believed in such nonsense. His sorrowful, purple eyes always scanned their surroundings with question, with disbelief. His ears jolted around with security, no fear, no pain. He always moved about carefully, seeming to be timid and scared, yet, he wasn't. He was a simple nothing, not feeling anything, not doing anything. A useless mutt, forced to roam around...Forever.

[Demyx]

((Resh feel so alone! Wheres all the other Nobodies?!))

[Smores]

((We don't roleplay on this board x3))

[Demyx]

((I know, I just mean people should make more Nobody characters xD))

[keoko]

( Zee's intro )

Feelings. Ever wolf has them....or at least did have them. Some wolves can no longer feel true emotions, they can fake them, but not true have them. Thats where the nobodies come in, they can't feel emotions they can only see and act them..... But maybe some wish to feel the way other wolves feel....

A nobody wolf who want to feel true emotions, crazy right? Well Zee one day wishs to truely feel. She is sick of seeing but not feeling. Her gray and white fur was like her feelings dull and bland. Her eyes looked like they showed emotion by the may the sun or the moon hit them, they would glow bright silver.

Maybe one day she will feel true emotion....or she will just die cold and dull....

[keoko]

(( Now Resh isn't so alone. ^-^ ))

[Demyx]

((Yayayay! And, Smores, Isnt Resh alpha male?))

[Smores]

OOC: I thought you already had a wolf in a alpha or beta rank.