Ace and the Minotaur

[aquamarine]

Hey there! Here's my Ace wolf:

Wolf Name: Tara
Gender: Female
Rank: Alpha
Eye Color: Slate Blue
Main Pelt Color: White
Markings: Around the left eye pelt is grey
Negative Traits: Easily angered, overly-suspicious
Positive Traits: Fierce, Agile, Sharp

[Krisky]

Alright Aqua I added Tara up. I made her alpha, if that is okay ^^ I'll start.
Oh, and by the way, the text inside the box is roleplay. Everything outside of it isn't roleplay. Hope that made sense lol.

The robust regal, Bane of Timber, held a single appendage on his domicile, feeling the damp terra firma ooze between his alabaster claws. The realm he used to set his ivory nadirs on before has now been overpowered by a clan of sorrel beasts. Bane of Timber's pendulum swayed from flank to flank, his mind turning on ideas of how to reclaim his former kingdom, but it was no use. The minotaur were too powerful, one swipe of the hand may cause death to newly born pups. He sniffed the odorless air, how dry it tasted in the spring. Newly born prey was arriving, the pack could thrive. Bane's ice-cold azure visionaries navigated around the pack, spotting alpha female, Tara. " Hello, Tara, how is the prey stocking up?" Bane of Timber asked.

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[aquamarine]

"I'm afraid there isn't much good news. A few have died because of the cold. I don't think it would be proper to eat them. Should we carry out some sort of burial? Or should we rid them before the minotaurs carry out another attack?" said Tara, worry crossing her face.

[Krisky]

" We can't waste time burying frozen prey, the minotaur may come any day now. We can't afford to waste time," Bane of Timber whispered. "Tara, please gather a patrol of subordinates and send them out to fetch prey. They snow makes it difficult to hunt lonesome, but hunting in a small group will make it easier to catch a few deer or rabbits." Bane ordered, as he stalked away in his den. Bane of Timber's den was a small kingdom, exposed foliage and terra firma made it clear to see that an appendage dug the earth and covered it with soft, alabaster goose feathers. But it was okay. The shock of loosing half the pack made it difficult to cope with, and to focus on making a proper den. The sunkissed yet crimson sun was slowly sinking in the horizon like a small child sinks in quicksand. Bane of Timber's ivory and alabaster derma was now ashen and dusty. He closed his oracles, and hoped to his late ancestors to bring better days. Bane hopped up, and quickly searched for Tara, hoping she didn't already pick a patrol. "Tara!" Bane of Timber panted. "Tara, I had a sign! Halcyon days shall come!"

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[aquamarine]

Tara was already gone, and so she couldn't hear Bane's cry. As she ran to send out a patrol of subordinates, she tripped on large shard of ice. It pierced through her coat into her blood-vessels. With a shout, she collapsed to the cold hard ground. As she got back up, her eyes winced, feeling the pain through her left front leg. She trotted forward, only to leave a trail of blood, which was now freezing in a garnet colored substance.

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[Krisky]

Bane of Timber crammed himself into a narrow passage, seeing that Tara has already gone, he squeezed and started looking for her. The terra firma and foliage turned a hint of alabaster from the snow and cold. Bane of Timber sniffed the air, taking a whiff of scent that was around. Blood. Blood of a wolf. Tara! "Tara!" Bane of Timber panted. "Tara, I'm coming!"

[aquamarine]

Tara couldn't make it any farther, she already was injured, but the cold just made it harder for her. There was a pool of red blood beneath her and when it froze it stuck to her pelt, making it harder for her to move. Tara was about to lose hope when she heard a sound behind her.

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