The Tempastra Pack make their home in a rainy valley and the surrounding mountain range.
[Members of the Tempastra Pack]
ALPHA ALKEMEIR
Alkemeir is by far one of the strictest wolves known in the packs. The eurasian wolf has seen a lot through his lifetime, including the death of his own parents. With a constant burning fire in his heart, many of the wolves of the different packs misread him as evil, but this is not the case. While known to be strict, the wolves of Tempastra know that he is also the kindest, most loyal wolf. Holding a cold stare, and a ruffled, scarred pelt, not to mention that he is 5'7 from nose to tail-tip, and 4 feet from paw to shoulder, this experienced brute is not one to mess with, but Alkemeir also cares. He makes wise choices, and loves for his pack. With a stubborn look, and a fiery tone, he also is wise, and gentle. His backstory, however, proves the dark side of him many others see.
"Alkemeir! Alkemeir, wake up, please!" Alkemeir's eyes slowly fluttered open. Was it daytime already? He stared with a blurry, sleepy vision at the branches of the den showing a pitch dark sky scattered with stars.
"Noreah, it isn't even sunrise yet," The pup made an irritated murmur to his sibling. "Go back to sleep."
"Please, get up, Alkemeir," A sound of desperation and alarm made him get up quickly, staring at his brother with a concerned frown. He looked ahead of the small den, both of his sisters were also up, staring out of the entrance.
"What's going on?" He whispered.
One of his sisters, Ashowel, whispered, "Dad's hurting mom."
Alkemeir's eyes widened. He opened his mouth to scold them for the "joke", until he heard a yelping noise. All the pups flinched. The yelp leaded to snarls, they could almost hear gnashing teeth and the ripping noises of claws against pelt. Alkemeir immediately began to scramble over to the fighting, along with his other siblings, through the thick leaves and branches of the forest in the dead night, and then skidded to a stop. His father's mouth was foaming. There was a deadly cold stare in his gaze and he was fighting viciously with his confused and heartbroken mother. "It's me, Lufarius," She would scream, "It's me! Stop fighting!" But the wolf seemed like he couldn't hear anything, he only kept lashing at her and snarling. Alkemeir stared, frozen with fear, along with his other brothers and sisters. They couldn't do anything. And they watched her neck go snap, and they watched her fall limp. They watched their father immediately tear through her flesh, like he was nothing more than just an animal born to kill. Then when they saw enough, when their heart finally began pumping again, they ran. All different directions, all understanding. They would all have to find someone else to take care of them.
"Alkemeir! Alkemeir, wake up, please!" Alkemeir's eyes slowly fluttered open. Was it daytime already? He stared with a blurry, sleepy vision at the branches of the den showing a pitch dark sky scattered with stars.
"Noreah, it isn't even sunrise yet," The pup made an irritated murmur to his sibling. "Go back to sleep."
"Please, get up, Alkemeir," A sound of desperation and alarm made him get up quickly, staring at his brother with a concerned frown. He looked ahead of the small den, both of his sisters were also up, staring out of the entrance.
"What's going on?" He whispered.
One of his sisters, Ashowel, whispered, "Dad's hurting mom."
Alkemeir's eyes widened. He opened his mouth to scold them for the "joke", until he heard a yelping noise. All the pups flinched. The yelp leaded to snarls, they could almost hear gnashing teeth and the ripping noises of claws against pelt. Alkemeir immediately began to scramble over to the fighting, along with his other siblings, through the thick leaves and branches of the forest in the dead night, and then skidded to a stop. His father's mouth was foaming. There was a deadly cold stare in his gaze and he was fighting viciously with his confused and heartbroken mother. "It's me, Lufarius," She would scream, "It's me! Stop fighting!" But the wolf seemed like he couldn't hear anything, he only kept lashing at her and snarling. Alkemeir stared, frozen with fear, along with his other brothers and sisters. They couldn't do anything. And they watched her neck go snap, and they watched her fall limp. They watched their father immediately tear through her flesh, like he was nothing more than just an animal born to kill. Then when they saw enough, when their heart finally began pumping again, they ran. All different directions, all understanding. They would all have to find someone else to take care of them.
SOLDIER IVY
Ivy is a 1-year old female grey wolf. She has a mainly grey back with traces of red, a white underbelly, a red splotch on her muzzle, and a black crest on her forehead and around her amber eyes. Ivy is about 28 inches from paw to shoulder and 5.6 feet from nose to tail tip. Ivy's loyal, courageous, fierce, protective, and caring, but is very shy. You can usually find her battling something or by a body of water. She runs in a slight loping gait, and limps slightly when she walks. Ivy is a soldier of her pack.
"Catch me if you can!" Ivy barked cheerfully. She was running through the forest, another wolf following her. "I'll beat you no matter what!" Her best friend and crush Firnen raced after her. Ivy rounded a tree, paws pounding the ground. Firnen ran after her quickly, catching up to Ivy.
When the race was finished, Ivy found her den and curled up inside it. She went to sleep. In the morning, she got up and walked around. When she found Firnen, he was pacing around anxiously. "My sister is gone." he said frantically. Ivy walked off. After searching for a while, Ivy realized she was lost in a unknown territory.
"Catch me if you can!" Ivy barked cheerfully. She was running through the forest, another wolf following her. "I'll beat you no matter what!" Her best friend and crush Firnen raced after her. Ivy rounded a tree, paws pounding the ground. Firnen ran after her quickly, catching up to Ivy.
When the race was finished, Ivy found her den and curled up inside it. She went to sleep. In the morning, she got up and walked around. When she found Firnen, he was pacing around anxiously. "My sister is gone." he said frantically. Ivy walked off. After searching for a while, Ivy realized she was lost in a unknown territory.
SOLDIER FIRNEN
Firnen is a 1-year old male Eurasian wolf. He has a dun-tan pelt, a lighter sandy underbelly, and a brown tail. His pelt has streaks of a dusty russet color, with black lines under his eyes and a grey mask with dark brown eyes.
Firnen is about 31 inches from paw to shoulder and 5.9 feet from nose to tailtip. He's loyal, kind, daring, courageous, protective, and a romantic. He tends to fight harder in battle then he's supposed to, and walks with a brisk trot. Firnen is a soldier.
"I'll beat you no matter what!" Firnen raced through the woods. He could see Ivy just about in front of him. Ivy was his best friend, who he'd always had a crush on. Ivy ran around a tree. Easy. Firnen rounded the tree and sped after Ivy. He quickly caught up to her.
"Hahaha!" Ivy leaped, darting ahead. Firnen noticed the finish line was near. He put on an extra burst of speed. "Almost there." Ivy leaped across the finish line, Firnen coming close.
"Aw, man! Good race, Ivy." Firnen said, smiling.
"Thanks. I'm going to go rest a little. See you in the morning."
Firnen watched as Ivy walked off, admiring- No, he'd better not think about that. They were just friends, right? Firnen walked off to guard the borders. When he came back, his panicked little sister ran up to him. "I can't find Kiara. I think she's disappeared." Firnen paced around anxiously as Hilla walked away, and Ivy came up to him. "Hey Firnen, what's-" Firnen interrupted her. "My sister is missing." Ivy nodded and walked away. Firnen ran off in search of Kiara. When he stopped running, he realized he was lost. Firnen noticed a grey blob, and as he walked up to it, he realized it was Ivy.
"Any luck?" he asked.
"No. Where are we?" Ivy twitched her tail.
"No idea."
Firnen is about 31 inches from paw to shoulder and 5.9 feet from nose to tailtip. He's loyal, kind, daring, courageous, protective, and a romantic. He tends to fight harder in battle then he's supposed to, and walks with a brisk trot. Firnen is a soldier.
"I'll beat you no matter what!" Firnen raced through the woods. He could see Ivy just about in front of him. Ivy was his best friend, who he'd always had a crush on. Ivy ran around a tree. Easy. Firnen rounded the tree and sped after Ivy. He quickly caught up to her.
"Hahaha!" Ivy leaped, darting ahead. Firnen noticed the finish line was near. He put on an extra burst of speed. "Almost there." Ivy leaped across the finish line, Firnen coming close.
"Aw, man! Good race, Ivy." Firnen said, smiling.
"Thanks. I'm going to go rest a little. See you in the morning."
Firnen watched as Ivy walked off, admiring- No, he'd better not think about that. They were just friends, right? Firnen walked off to guard the borders. When he came back, his panicked little sister ran up to him. "I can't find Kiara. I think she's disappeared." Firnen paced around anxiously as Hilla walked away, and Ivy came up to him. "Hey Firnen, what's-" Firnen interrupted her. "My sister is missing." Ivy nodded and walked away. Firnen ran off in search of Kiara. When he stopped running, he realized he was lost. Firnen noticed a grey blob, and as he walked up to it, he realized it was Ivy.
"Any luck?" he asked.
"No. Where are we?" Ivy twitched her tail.
"No idea."
SOLDIER BOULDER
Boulder is a male Soldier, who wants to someday be a General. To him, that is the highest most possible rank he’ll ever get, and so he sticks to that dream of his. The brute has orange eyes, a length of 2’6” from nose to tail tip, a height of 3’9”, paw to shoulder, and his weight is 120 pounds. He is 2 years of age, and he is quite the tough, but hardy brute. Boulder is a big black wolf with minor light gray streaks across his body, with blacked-out smaller body parts such as the tail, paws, nose, ears, and etc, being a Vancouver Island Wolf.
This wolf will forever remain loyal to the Tempastra Pack, often showing his pride nonverbally by puffing out his chest when he is nearby any rivals. Sometimes he may accidentally start fights, but usually if he starts any at all, there would probably be other factors to it than just him. He has strong leg-strength, but not as much head-strength or speed. The brute is perfect at swimming, no matter how reluctant he may seem to doing the task.
Boulder is unfortunately very harsh and rude to pups. He doesn’t like the feel when they are around him; he considers them extremely annoying. Although some he may actually consider an exception. He tries not to use prejudice thoughts to push him, but he sometimes can get a little snappy with the young ones. Just don’t get around him after he’s been worn out… Since the brute is so loyal, he sticks to every rule and law there is to follow. If a pup were not allowed to do a certain activity and he saw them doing it, he would get onto them about it harshly, except around anyone he hopes can love him. He’s rather lonely.
The playful little pup scurried by the river playfully. The pup was having a fun time tossing in stones with his paws, and yipping in surprise as it all splashed back at him. Boulder could hear his mother’s recognizable call from behind him, and solemnly turned around to return back home to eat supper.
He arrived, and noticed that his father, who had just came back from hunting, looked rather tired. Scratches raked across his sides and this worried Boulder.
“What happen to Pa?” Boulder asked with a concerned tone. Him looking to his mother and to his father. “He ok?”
His mother seemed to hesitate, and sniffed her nose a bit as she glanced over to her mate. The fae looked back at Boulder and responded, “It’s alright. He’ll be fine, I’m sure of it. He is a strong wolf afterall!”
The pup wasn’t sure if she were telling the complete truth; her father as he sat slouched down in a sad position. Was he really fine? What had happened?
As if reading his mind, his mother said, “He just struggled a bit with this particular piece of prey. Be grateful it’s lobster--your favorite!”
Boulder nodded his head and sat down, cleaning his paws. His mother started to clean hers briskly and she slowly licked her mate’s wounds. Why hesitate to tell him what was going on? It was quite clear to the pup that she was trying not to scare Boulder in some way.
“Mama, I’m finished licking my paws!” Boulder announced, thumping his tail on the ground, suggesting that they should eat. “How about Pa eat first?”
His mother sighed and sat back in her previous placement. Her paws shifted in place. The fae opened her mouth to respond, but his father instead rasped, “You eat first. You’re the pup, you eat before the Hunter does, son. It’s how Pack life works, if you ever wish to join one.”
Boulder tilted his head to a sideways position. “But Pa! You’re hurt!”
His father shook his head, and lowered himself in a lying position with his head on his paws. He closed his eyes and grunted, “I’m not as important as you, Boulder. Please, you’re the only one left.”
This made the pup sad. What was happening to his father? His breath was all messed up and out of whack, and his mother was anxiously licking him.
“Please do as your father says and eat while I take care of these… Scratches.”
Boulder glumly took a piece of lobster, and stared down at it. It was officially his least favorite food. His father was possibly dying, and he was eating? This wasn’t right! Why couldn’t everyone just have stayed alive during the winter? Why was he the only one left?
But aren’t you the first born and the strongest? The pup thought as sadness swelled within him. But if being the strongest means I’m the only one left… Then I don’t like being the strongest anymore.
The pup looked up and at his father. He saw his father’s breathing slow down. The pup put his serious face on, and padded his way to his father’s side, cuddling in and his sadness silently swirling within him. Boulder could hear his father’s last breath as he smiled by the pup. This made the pup think a bit…
Why be a Hunter? I want to protect the ones I love, Boulder thought with bravery, his fur sticking up a little. Instead of being a Hunter, I’ll even be a General! I’ll lead all those who wish to protect their kin and their loved ones, and even their pack! I’ll be a proud wolf…
After going to bed and waking up, he realized he wasn’t by his father’s side anymore. He wasn’t where his den was at all. He was in fact moved somewhere… And his mother’s scent was going stale? Where did she go?
“Pup? Where is your mother?” A voice asked. “... There’s another scent but it’s gone stale.”
Boulder shook his head and opened up his eyes to see a couple of wolves. The one on the left looked worried, while the one on the right were looking over their shoulder looking for something.
“They must have left around before last night?” The second voice asked, who seemed to be the one on the right. They looked over to the left wolf. “Who’s going to take care of him now?”
The first voice hesitated. “Only her son remains… We’ll take care of him, here in Tempastra.”
This wolf will forever remain loyal to the Tempastra Pack, often showing his pride nonverbally by puffing out his chest when he is nearby any rivals. Sometimes he may accidentally start fights, but usually if he starts any at all, there would probably be other factors to it than just him. He has strong leg-strength, but not as much head-strength or speed. The brute is perfect at swimming, no matter how reluctant he may seem to doing the task.
Boulder is unfortunately very harsh and rude to pups. He doesn’t like the feel when they are around him; he considers them extremely annoying. Although some he may actually consider an exception. He tries not to use prejudice thoughts to push him, but he sometimes can get a little snappy with the young ones. Just don’t get around him after he’s been worn out… Since the brute is so loyal, he sticks to every rule and law there is to follow. If a pup were not allowed to do a certain activity and he saw them doing it, he would get onto them about it harshly, except around anyone he hopes can love him. He’s rather lonely.
The playful little pup scurried by the river playfully. The pup was having a fun time tossing in stones with his paws, and yipping in surprise as it all splashed back at him. Boulder could hear his mother’s recognizable call from behind him, and solemnly turned around to return back home to eat supper.
He arrived, and noticed that his father, who had just came back from hunting, looked rather tired. Scratches raked across his sides and this worried Boulder.
“What happen to Pa?” Boulder asked with a concerned tone. Him looking to his mother and to his father. “He ok?”
His mother seemed to hesitate, and sniffed her nose a bit as she glanced over to her mate. The fae looked back at Boulder and responded, “It’s alright. He’ll be fine, I’m sure of it. He is a strong wolf afterall!”
The pup wasn’t sure if she were telling the complete truth; her father as he sat slouched down in a sad position. Was he really fine? What had happened?
As if reading his mind, his mother said, “He just struggled a bit with this particular piece of prey. Be grateful it’s lobster--your favorite!”
Boulder nodded his head and sat down, cleaning his paws. His mother started to clean hers briskly and she slowly licked her mate’s wounds. Why hesitate to tell him what was going on? It was quite clear to the pup that she was trying not to scare Boulder in some way.
“Mama, I’m finished licking my paws!” Boulder announced, thumping his tail on the ground, suggesting that they should eat. “How about Pa eat first?”
His mother sighed and sat back in her previous placement. Her paws shifted in place. The fae opened her mouth to respond, but his father instead rasped, “You eat first. You’re the pup, you eat before the Hunter does, son. It’s how Pack life works, if you ever wish to join one.”
Boulder tilted his head to a sideways position. “But Pa! You’re hurt!”
His father shook his head, and lowered himself in a lying position with his head on his paws. He closed his eyes and grunted, “I’m not as important as you, Boulder. Please, you’re the only one left.”
This made the pup sad. What was happening to his father? His breath was all messed up and out of whack, and his mother was anxiously licking him.
“Please do as your father says and eat while I take care of these… Scratches.”
Boulder glumly took a piece of lobster, and stared down at it. It was officially his least favorite food. His father was possibly dying, and he was eating? This wasn’t right! Why couldn’t everyone just have stayed alive during the winter? Why was he the only one left?
But aren’t you the first born and the strongest? The pup thought as sadness swelled within him. But if being the strongest means I’m the only one left… Then I don’t like being the strongest anymore.
The pup looked up and at his father. He saw his father’s breathing slow down. The pup put his serious face on, and padded his way to his father’s side, cuddling in and his sadness silently swirling within him. Boulder could hear his father’s last breath as he smiled by the pup. This made the pup think a bit…
Why be a Hunter? I want to protect the ones I love, Boulder thought with bravery, his fur sticking up a little. Instead of being a Hunter, I’ll even be a General! I’ll lead all those who wish to protect their kin and their loved ones, and even their pack! I’ll be a proud wolf…
After going to bed and waking up, he realized he wasn’t by his father’s side anymore. He wasn’t where his den was at all. He was in fact moved somewhere… And his mother’s scent was going stale? Where did she go?
“Pup? Where is your mother?” A voice asked. “... There’s another scent but it’s gone stale.”
Boulder shook his head and opened up his eyes to see a couple of wolves. The one on the left looked worried, while the one on the right were looking over their shoulder looking for something.
“They must have left around before last night?” The second voice asked, who seemed to be the one on the right. They looked over to the left wolf. “Who’s going to take care of him now?”
The first voice hesitated. “Only her son remains… We’ll take care of him, here in Tempastra.”
HUNTRESS EVERLY
UNNATURAL EYE COLORS AWARDED BY WE ROAM STAFF.
Everly is a sweet little rule-follower. Perhaps this is why she is Huntress of the Tempastra pack; she is simply better at following rules than bending them. Some may call the fae a buzzkill, but she really is just a sweet little thing, trying to look out for her packmates. Everly is a Northwestern wolf, so she stands at 2'6" from paw to shoulder, and roughly 4' from nose to tail tip. She weighs 90 pounds, making her the average size for a 2-year-old she-wolf.
Everly would choose rules over wrong any day. She will do everything according to what is right, even if she is alone. The fae was raised like this; consequences followed if rules were broken.
The she-wolf has a thick, mainly pale gray pelt, painted with soft gray-browns atop her fluffy ears and along her spine. Her chest is splashed with a soft off-white, framing her square face. Sitting in a rather worried look, Everly has a pale blue right eye and a brown left eye (prize voted on by the members).
Everly was simply raised in a good, happy, rule-following home.
"Come get me!"
Everly's tongue lolled out to the side as she ran from her mother. The little she-wolf had no siblings to compete with for her affections. All of Sparrow, her mother's, energy went into raising her sweet little Everly. They stayed hidden deep within the dark corners of the forest, away from open spaces where predators had an open shot at capturing them.
The little pup bounded happily into a clearing, out from beneath the canopy of trees the wolves took shelter under. The light touched her in a way it hadn't ever done before.
"Everly. Get back here. Now. Don't look up," a completely still Sparrow said through gritted teeth.
It was too late when Everly opened her eyes.
Sharp talons pierced her sides, causing her to cry out in agony. The fae could hear the screams and cries of her mother, could feel the older wolf fighting the huge thing. As if just playing, just waiting for Sparrow to weaken, the owl took Everly into its other foot and snagged her mother as well, letting her dangle by the skin on her back as he went up, up...
"Let go of my baby girl! Let go! Drop her! Get off of-"
Sparrow's body gave a loud, horrifying thud as it hit the ground.
She lay still, a trickle of blood falling from her mouth.
The agony was too much for little Everly. She allowed herself to go limp.
The fae woke up in a puddle, beside the carcass of an owl that had been picked clean by something even bigger.
Everly would choose rules over wrong any day. She will do everything according to what is right, even if she is alone. The fae was raised like this; consequences followed if rules were broken.
The she-wolf has a thick, mainly pale gray pelt, painted with soft gray-browns atop her fluffy ears and along her spine. Her chest is splashed with a soft off-white, framing her square face. Sitting in a rather worried look, Everly has a pale blue right eye and a brown left eye (prize voted on by the members).
Everly was simply raised in a good, happy, rule-following home.
"Come get me!"
Everly's tongue lolled out to the side as she ran from her mother. The little she-wolf had no siblings to compete with for her affections. All of Sparrow, her mother's, energy went into raising her sweet little Everly. They stayed hidden deep within the dark corners of the forest, away from open spaces where predators had an open shot at capturing them.
The little pup bounded happily into a clearing, out from beneath the canopy of trees the wolves took shelter under. The light touched her in a way it hadn't ever done before.
"Everly. Get back here. Now. Don't look up," a completely still Sparrow said through gritted teeth.
It was too late when Everly opened her eyes.
Sharp talons pierced her sides, causing her to cry out in agony. The fae could hear the screams and cries of her mother, could feel the older wolf fighting the huge thing. As if just playing, just waiting for Sparrow to weaken, the owl took Everly into its other foot and snagged her mother as well, letting her dangle by the skin on her back as he went up, up...
"Let go of my baby girl! Let go! Drop her! Get off of-"
Sparrow's body gave a loud, horrifying thud as it hit the ground.
She lay still, a trickle of blood falling from her mouth.
The agony was too much for little Everly. She allowed herself to go limp.
The fae woke up in a puddle, beside the carcass of an owl that had been picked clean by something even bigger.
PUP LONGO
Longo is a 3-month old Eurasian wolf pup. He has a mainly grey coat, blue eyes that will fade to yellow over time, and pointed ears. He is sweet and frisky, hyperactive, and really friendly. Longo's about 75 inches from nose to tailtip and 30 inches from the shoulder down. He's a pup for now, but really hopes to be a hunter one day, or maybe one of the warriors!
Longo blinked sleepily as his mother nudged him. "Come on, Longo. It's time to leave." Longo stood up and stretched. "Okay, Mommy!" He bounced outside cheerfully as his siblings were playing. "Hi, brother!" they shouted. Longo went to play with Fifi and Lipi as their mother, Silana went hunting. Longo jumped around for a while, then went back to sleep. When he woke up, all his siblings were hungry and Mommy wasn't back. Longo tried to hunt a bluejay, but was washed away in a river when he jumped and missed.
Longo blinked sleepily as his mother nudged him. "Come on, Longo. It's time to leave." Longo stood up and stretched. "Okay, Mommy!" He bounced outside cheerfully as his siblings were playing. "Hi, brother!" they shouted. Longo went to play with Fifi and Lipi as their mother, Silana went hunting. Longo jumped around for a while, then went back to sleep. When he woke up, all his siblings were hungry and Mommy wasn't back. Longo tried to hunt a bluejay, but was washed away in a river when he jumped and missed.