Character Adoption!

[Nadjia]

So Nadjia and Iah had a fun night and now they need some people to play the resulting chaos.
Please post if your interested in one of the characters and an example to a previous post. All names can be decided by who gets the character. But I do prefer Romanian names as Nadjia is a true gypsy girl at heart and would probably not name them something else.
A picture will be provided once my laptop is fixed and I can do some online art again.
Please post or pm if you have any questions!


First born Male -Taken

Second born female-Open
She has blue jaw like markings with grays, whites and black just like Nadjia with gold eyes. She is the second biggest to her first born brother. She has a proud personality and is quite the feminist. She believes females can do whatever males can, and do it better at that! Men are only good for reproducing in her mind. Her personality and appearance can often make her appear androgynous. She sticks up for her family even if one of her siblings will pick on the other. She and her eldest brother will often butt heads when in comes to ideas but being the biggest/oldest they both can come to mutual agreements.


Third born female-Taken

Fourth born female/male-Open
This character is very black with a few hints of white, gold and Gray. Much like a cross fox. They have multi colored eyes like Nadjia and their personality and gender are up to you to decide.

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Fifth born female-Taken

Sixth born male-Open
This character is a creamy gold and white with bright blue eyes that are so clear that they are nearly white. He looks much like a golden tabby in color. He is the runt of the litter and smallest of all the siblings. Nadjia adores him and is always watching out for him. Hes the sweetest of the bunch and his lack of size and strength makes him more of an intellectual dreamer . Hes quick and smart and a philosopher at heart. His eldest brother wants nothing to do with him.

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[Linnaea]

i'll gladly adopt the fourth born (:


auditioning with an old tali post:

She had hardly noticed his clumsiness; paying attention wasn’t something that Tali did at least not hard attention. She noticed most things, sure, everyone did. But to see another’s grace in a world so foreign, and look down upon it, well it seemed racist to her. The wolves here were different and she knew that, she was invading their world too. She was as alien to them as they were to her. So she tried her best to not notice their differences and take note of the similarities. Their size, their body shape, their colors, the way they held themselves, their hunger – beneath their fur, their skin, and beneath that their beating hearts, pulsing blood, breathing lungs. Everything in order, everything intact, even their respective sexual organs.

Her movements she didn’t notice, her grace here seemed non-existent as she focused on her interaction. Movement was not so much a key as to how one held themselves. Tucked tail, flattened ears, exposed throat. It all lead to the proper submission when one had met their match, and clearly neither party wanted trouble, both knew that an injury would be trouble for the long nights without a pack to turn to – or maybe he had a pack that would watch over him, that would nurse his limbs back to health, but she couldn’t risk it for sure.

He spoke strangely, in a manner so cryptic. He met not many kind wolves? Is that what he was saying to her? The way words flowed from the mouths of others here, their strange accents, it was confusing and new. Tali had to cock her ears forward, had to listen hard to each syllable. She was essentially translating, common tongue was common enough, but it wasn’t a natural thing to the Russian. “Thank you, for giving me safe passage.” She dipped her muzzle in return, offering her own thanks. Hospitality must be difficult to come by here, or so she was supposing. This world was so strange and new. After a while he spoke again, after he’d eaten anyway. Her sunset eyes had been vigilant in the meanwhile, watching the glistening snow that shimmered under the moon, glancing at the sky which promised more, sampled the wind that spoke its chill. She was almost in a dream-like-state when his words moved her back to earth.

“Mother Land, it is far to the north and even farther east. It is Mother Russia, I have come a long way to this land, so much lore exists about this world. I wanted to see it for myself.” She commented in response, still her accent must’ve been so thick, must’ve been so difficult to understand. It must poison her words with incoherency and strangle the ears of the male. “I have not been having this trouble, in winter the world sleeps, but I have traveled since the summer months, the Mother Land is much more unforgiving than your forests and valleys. It is… how you say, refreshing.” Tali paused, considering. The thought process showed on her face but soon she had decided that this was indeed the correct word to use.

[Mayan]

I believe I would be interested in playing the last-born male, if that's all right with you.

My example post is from an RP between Nadjia and Mayan a while back. Perhaps not my best work, but I like the little rhyme.

Mayan smiled, glad that the young varg was eager to hunt. Pups that showed only a lackluster interest or forsook it alltogether often did not have the best chance in life and were a burden on their parents. Mayan had that last thought because an idea was forming in her mind...

The white varg saw that she had struck a painful chord in Nadjia and now regretted asking about the pup's past. Her sudden loss of confidence and happiness pained Mayan to watch. She waited, but Nadjia did not say more. She was obviously lost in memory. The seer decided that what she wanted to know was too painful for the pup to reveal through words, so she would have to Look for herself. Mayan felt her little piece of the Sight blossom within her as she glanced into Nadjia's eyes. She clearly saw what the pup saw, and was saddened by the memory of it. That grey shape in front of the wagon... could it have been a varg? That was something that Mayan couldn't figure out and perhaps never would. As Nadjia came back to her senses, the white varg withdrew from her mind so quietly that the pup would not even know she had been there. She looked at the wound on the gypsy varg's forehead with a critical eye, remembering the lessons her healer sister Dan had taught her. It looked like it was healing well under Nadjia's unintentional turban bandage, but Mayan would try to remember to look at it again later.
"Yes dear, let's be off. As for a meal, you are still a bit young to be taking on bigger lera, so let's start you out on mice. They are cunning little creatures, difficult to catch and kill. If you have never seen a hunt before, in the end, you have to end the lera's life. That may make you squeamish, but as Putnar, predators, that is what we must do to survive. Come with me, please."
Mayan rose to her paws and shook debris from the ground off of her snowy white pelt. She began to walk through the dewy grass, tail swishing gently behind her.
((I'm just assuming Nadjia is following me, is that okay?))
Nose to the ground, the white varg sniffed for any fieldmice out of their burrows and scurrying around in the grass. She smiled. Bingo. The wheaty scent of a fieldmouse entered her nostrils She turned to Nadjia, speaking quietly.
"Nadjia, time for your lesson. I will give you a rhyme that will make it easier to remember what I tell you.
Quiet paws and open eyes
Are for more than catching flies.
Lower your nose, quiet your mind,
And your prey you will quickly find.

Once you have the prey in sight,
Focus on it with all your might,
Try to think as lera do,
And if you can you're one of the few.

When you're ready, take full flight,
Work your paws with all your might.
Find your target and attack,
Once you leap there's no going back.

When the lera is down, make the kill,
Bite down hard with all of your will,
If you're true you cannot miss,
and the prey will be sent to eternal bliss.

Remember, to hesitate is to be lost,
And death is the ultimate cost.


"That rhyme is mostly for bigger game, but it still applies to you. Find your target, concentrate, anticipate, and attack. Can you smell your prey? The mouse has a wheatlike scent, mixed with the sharp tang of scat and fear."
Mayan looked at Nadjia, hoping she understood some of what she had just been told. The old varg would need her to be somewhat self-sufficient if she were to... be under the seer's care. Mayan was not quite ready to pop the question, but she thought perhaps Nadjia would be content as her daughter. Mayan had raised several children in the past and watched with sadness as they drifted away. Now, her maternal instincts were flaring again and she felt a drive to protect and teach this young soul.

[i a h]

i don't remember how Kafka is related to them D;

[Nadjia]

Woh thanks for the interest guys, they are going fast! Nadjia could have 12 pups at this rate, lol.

She is either the third of fifth born, whatever your prefer c:

[i a h]

i choose slot five!
and wow, yeah, people were interested so quickly
now if only there were as interested in TS as they are in your characters XD

[Nadjia]

lol, whats behind curtain five is all yours!

I hope people will be more interested if they are excited about these guys. We haven't even begun plotting with them all yet. gasp!