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The world is a harsh place. Everyday, wars ravage the land. It's a fight, survival of the fittest, and to survive, one must press their limits and see just how far he or she would go. Any less, and you are dead, or at least you are if you're a werewolf.

You are a member of the Stormrunner pack, and for decades now, you have all been surviving in the shadows, hidden from the world of humans. You have existed fairly peacefully with little disturbance from the humans and other packs. Time has passed, and all of that is beginning to change now. Events in the outside world are causing a great shift, both in theirs and yours. Humans, desperate for money and other things, are hunting your kind because of recent rumors leaked about the selling price of a werewolf's pelt, which is stronger and softer than other pelts. If the threat of humans wasn't enough, a new pack, desperate to avoid being hunted, is moving in on your territory. It's a fight for survival, and losing is not an option. Who will come out on top?

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one. All Eldemore rules apply. If you haven't read them, read them here; RP rules are here. Break any of these, and I will kick you out and report you
two. This is a semi-lit RP, so I expect at least 1 detailed paragraph with decent grammar and punctuation. Don't worry, I know what writer's block is, and that's okay. Just don't use it as an excuse every post.
three. You may have up to 4 characters if you like
four. Reservations last 24 hours. PM me or post on the discussion thread to reserve a position. This doesn't guarantee your form will be accepted.
five. Post all forms, comments, questions, and OOC chat on the discussion thread. You're free to make your own forms. I'll have form requirements posted there, and also a simple character skeleton if you need it.
six. Disable signatures to keep the thread neat
seven. Try to stay active; I know, this isn't always easy since we all have lives (me included), but try and let me know if you're planning on being out.
eight. As the creator of this RP, I have the right to change, add, and remove rules, accept, and not accept people. Also, please don't steal the coding or plot idea.

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"Storms make trees take deeper roots"

Alpha

Chase Braddock | Male | Sɪʟᴠᴇʀᴇɪʟ
Beta:

Name | Female | User

Healers:

Aria Niles | Female | Scar
Name | Male | User (Apprentice)

Fighters:

None yet
Hunters:

Angus Harving | Male | Evermore
Omegas:

None yet

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"The darkest nights produce the brightest stars"

Alpha

Brooke Sorensen | Female | Kaiden Alenko
Beta:

Dimitri Tsonakwa | Male | Scar

Healers:

Virva Fleischer | Female | Evermore
Name | Male | User (Apprentice)

Fighters:

Kate Snyder | Female | Sɪʟᴠᴇʀᴇɪʟ
Shay Alabaster | Male | Scar
Hunters:

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Omegas:

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_____________ is related to _____________
_____________ is related to _____________

Aria has a crush on ???
_____________ has a crush on _____________

_____________ and _____________ are dating
_____________ and _____________ are dating

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_____________ and _____________ are mates

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[ ᴀɢᴇ » twenty-six // ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ » male // ᴄʀᴜsʜ » none yet ] - [ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ » stormrunner // ʀᴀɴᴋ » alpha ] - [ ᴛᴀɢs » open ]
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Beams of light pushed their way through the curtain covering the window in the alpha's room, but there was no alpha there for them to wake up. The sound of running water could be heard from behind the white door in the one corner of the room, the sound slightly muffled by the wood. The water shut off after about 10 minutes, and it only took another five for the door to open, revealing a fully clothed and still slightly steamy Chase Braddock. The alpha of the Stormrunner Pack stepped out and looked around, tossing his dirty clothes and towel into the one corner where a small pile of dirty laundry was already sitting. His hair was still a bit wet, a few darker spots on his shirt from where some water had dripped. Chase headed over to the bed and sat down, pulling on some socks and sneakers before standing up again and exiting.

As usual, he was the first one up. The sun was about halfway above the horizon by this point, and the birds outside were already up and about, pulling worms, feeding their young, etc. Downstairs in the kitchen, Chase made himself a quick breakfast, just a bowl of milk and cereal and some orange juice, and then sat down at the table to eat it. He glanced over the newspaper he had picked up yesterday in town, looking for anything that might be of interest to him. Even though they tended to avoid the human world, especially now during these times, he still always found it good to keep up-to-date with the events there. Knowing things tended to come in handy, he often found, especially when it involved humans who hunted his kind or other packs (not naming any pack in specific) that tried moving in on their territory, land that has belonged to the Stormrunner pack for as long as the pack's history went back.

It took him about 5 minutes to finish breakfast, and once he was finished, he put the dishes in the sink. He'd take care of those later when he had time. Chase glanced at the clock. There was enough time for him to go on a quick run, maybe a quick border check, before the others got up. After at least rinsing off his dishes so they didn't get sticky or disgusting, he headed toward the front door to try and get in his run. If he was lucky, he'd get that in before he had to go on with the rest of the day and take care of the hard stuff, like what to do about the human attacks and what to do about this new pack trying to move in on their territory because of the humans.

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Kate was frustrated. She sat at the edges of the pack camp in her wolf form, watching the sun rise and thinking through everything that had happened in the past week and a half. Everything had been perfectly fine and they had been leading perfectly normal lives up until the day the humans came. They changed everything, killed off some of her friends and family, and took land that had belonged to the Whitestar pack for long before any humans had even arrived on this continent. The thought made her growl, and her strong dislike of the humans grew even more. Maybe dislike wasn't strong enough a word. Hate. Yes, that was it.

A gentle breeze blew, and she closed her eyes as she felt it in her fur. It felt nice and took her mind off some things for a little bit, but the breeze stopped, and so did her moment of bliss. Her mind quickly returned to their current situation. Did these Stormrunners have to be so unreasonable, not even letting them stay for a little while until they could get their own land back? They were the same race, couldn't they share for a little while? Besides, from what she's heard, both packs now have a common enemy. They've been facing problems from the hunters as well. For the past week since they lost their territory, the Whitestars had been nomads, traveling around and making camp where they could. The area just outside the Stormrunner territory had been serving as their home for the past three days or so now, and she was getting a little tired of it.

The soft chirping of a bird in a nearby tree caught her attention, reminding her that the sun was just getting higher in the sky. That meant the others would be up soon. Kate stood and stretched a little bit. She shook some dirt and grass from her fur and turned around, padding back over toward where the others were sleeping. Having stood on guard all night, she was feeling rather sleepy, but she could make it a little while longer. Or at least, she was pretty sure she could.

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[pack↠Whitestar // rank↠Alpha][location↠Whitestar pack camp // interacting with↠Open]

A thin wisp of smoke rose above the Whitestar camp as the sunlight began to filter through the trees. The previous night's campfire, long since reduced to nothing but smoldering embers, gave off a weak warmth that only reached a few feet from the circle of stones that had kept the flames contained. There were a few tents scattered about; others slept outside, some under blankets or huddled together for warmth, some in wolf form relying on only their fur to keep the chill out. Brooke was beside the remnants of the fire, all but the top of her head hidden under a red plaid blanket, tousled hair sticking out from under the fabric. A few scraps of leaf stuck to her blanket, rising up and down as she breathed.

Brooke awoke with a start, lifting her head and blinking blearily a few times before pushing herself up into a sitting position. Blanket around her shoulders, she rubbed at her eyes, then rested her forearms on her knees and stared into the coals. Despite having most of a full night's sleep, she still felt exhausted. The responsibility of leading her pack into this mess had begun to weigh her down. They had to get away from the humans, everyone knew that, but so far, they'd found nowhere they could go. The only suitable territory they'd seen was occupied, by a pack that refused to share the resources they needed so badly. They were running out of places to turn.

Any blood that was shed, any lives that were lost in a conflict over territory was on her. As the Alpha, Brooke had to accept that responsibility. But that didn't mean she liked it. Too many had been killed by the humans already. The Whitestar pack could not afford to lose more members to those who they should be able to consider their own kin, and allies. As she sat there, breath turning to fog in the cold morning air, she formulated a plan. No, that wasn't the right word for it. She'd known it was necessary before, but now she only confirmed it, decided that no matter what, this was what had to be done.

They would give the Stormrunners one more chance. One last attempt to talk it out. Today, Brooke would lead a diplomatic party into the heart of their territory, and attempt to make contact with their Alpha, whoever that may be. Hopefully, they could work out some sort of deal that would allow the Whitestars a chance to live their lives in peace in the plentiful forest hunting grounds.
And if not?
Well, the needs of her pack always came first. If one side had to suffer, it would not be the Whitestars.