Mufasa's Pride

[❦Mufasa❦]

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So, I suppose I should start out with myself, should I not?
My name is Allison, but most people here and in real life call me either Wench, Freshman, or Mufasa or Mufu.
Mufasa or Mufu are preferred.
I go to a college preparatory school in the arctic wasteland that is Minnesota. I like it there, certainly, but the people can often put me into bad moods. And I am not a good person when I am in a bad mood. I am a second-degree purple belt in gong-fu (or, in Cantonese, kung-fu), and will hopefully hit my black belt before college. I am a pitcher, catcher and first basemen in softball, and the libero in volleyball. I fence sabre and I ski and am starting to snowboard. I ride horses, English, and I am a hunter-jumper. I used to dance jazz, tap, and ballet, and I was a gymnast. I was a goalie for soccer, hockey and lacrosse, but I got too busy and quit like half this shit.

Um, what else, what else? My middle name is Chinese, and it looks like this: 美 I speak German, Chinese and English. I am bisexual and I was depressed for...four years? I never use contractions when I type, if you had not noticed, and I am a complete Grammar Nazi, even though I do get things wrong myself still. I love science, arts, English and history. I am terrible at mathematics, and I guarantee that I will never like it. I want to go to school to do something with music, or to be a translator. Perhaps even a career in hair design or fashion is in store. I do love to create.

I roleplay eight wolves here on Dare To Dream, and it is my main site. I had two wolves at my starter site, Asya Amaranthus, which has died since then. I used to be able to code, and I want to learn again, but I am too lazy. I will probably force my boyfriend, Mike to teach me again. I am a Wiccan, and I love to love and to make people feel better, and I love to listen. It is something I do well, despite my severe ADD.
Among other disorders. =3

I put myself down a lot, and rant about really stupid shit, and if you ever come across me, I am that girl who sits far away from everyone else, gnawing her nails down to stumps because her social anxiety is so bad. :3 Yay for social introverts! I may not seem like it on here, but I am extremely shy, and hide behind my activities, especially roleplaying. Which I do so I can forget myself, and be someone else for the few hours that I do it at a time.

And I love this smiley face: :3 or =3
It just makes me happy.

And I love video games like Final Fantasy, Assassin's Creed (EZIO!!!! <333), COD, Halo and the Elder Scrolls game series.
And cupcakes. Cupcakes are awesome. So are muffins.

That is all.
Luff,
Mufu. <33
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[❦Mufasa❦]

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Let my razor cut me deep
Nickname: Some call her Lily, but she really loathes it.
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years

Mate: Nope.
Offspring: None to speak of.
Sire: Erebus
Dame: Evermore

Species: Grey Wolf
Eye Color: Deep, forest green
Coat Color: Black
Markings: None.
Weight: 156-160 lbs

Let the red wash away the pain
Appearance Description:

Lilitu is a Grey Wolf of standard size, though, for a vixen, she could be viewed as larger than what the norm is. She has wide, well-muscled shoulders and a strong neck as well as powerful hindquarters. If anything, she's pretty much a ball of muscle, and is built to bowl people over, not to out-pace them. Her muzzle is more pointed and is of standard size, but does not look out of proportion with the rest of her body. Her paws are slightly out of proportion with the rest of her body, a bit too large. Her claws peek through the fur on her feet reasonably well. Her fur is a slight bit longer around her neck than the rest of her body and she ahs a rather bushy tail.

Let the pills keep my past at bay
Personality:

She seems cold, distant and not trusting when you first meet her, but once you get to know her, she is kind towards all she cares about and will fight through all evil and back to help you. However, if you make her dislike you, you will either get the cold shoulder or nasty comments will be spewing from her maw just about every time she sees you, until the time she tires of it. Or until you finally make her like you. Not much shakes her, as she has seen much in her life, but she will always wake up with a silenced whimper burning in her chest from that night's latest horrific dreams of her past. If you are part of her family, whether or not she does not like you, she will die for you. Take a bullet, take anything. Even torture if it means the other wolf gets a chance to escape. And she won't back down until they get that chance.

Fears:

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Strengths:

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Pack:
Lucifer's Family
Rank: Crusader

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Threads:

Why Can't We Be Friends? (with Memphis)
In The Electric Mist (Thirteenth)
Why Don't You Do the Talking (StarlingsHour)

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My second table:

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[❦Mufasa❦]

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I cried out when I saw you six stories above
Nickname: Rai.
Gender: Male
Age: 5 years

Mate: None
Offspring: None
Sire: Axiom
Dame: Faolin

Species: Russian Wolf
Eye Color: Brown
Coat Color: Deep reddish-brown
Markings: Four parallel claw marks running down his left hindquarter.
Weight: 168-170

I ran to you as fast as I could
Appearance Description:

A large, wiry wolf made up of hidden muscle and quick feet. He is of the average Russian wolf height, about 51 inches. His fur is a deep red-brown colour, with black tips and a thin black dorsal stripe running down the centre of his back. His bushy tail is tipped in black, and his legs have black stockings. His muzzle is an ocherous brown, as is some of his belly fur. The ring of fur around his neck is much more pronounced than that of an American wolf, but not so much as that of a maned wolf's.

But it wasn't fast enough, nothing could have been fast enough.
Personality:

He is a kind wolf, eager to help those in need, but is not a bad fighter. He enjoys spending time with those he cares about, and meeting new people. Of course, he does have some limitations upon whom he converses with. He's not that big of a fan of Lucifer's Family, for example. He doesn't show that much fazes him on the outside, but on the inside, he may or may not be cringing with ultimate fear, depending upon what he has just seen. He will be the first to admit he's got quite a short temper, and sometimes has problems controlling it.

Fears:

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Strengths:

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Pack:
Enchanted Kingdom
Rank: Not yet awarded

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Threads:
An Unwelcome Surprise {Valentino}

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[❦Mufasa❦]

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How could I have missed it?
Nickname: Misa, Mia, Mii
Gender: Female
Age: 4 years

Mate: None
Crush: Socrates
Offspring: None
Sire: She didn't know him
Dame: Elise

Species: Grey Wolf
Eye Color: Green
Coat Color: pale grey
Markings: Black forepaws with white hind toes
Weight: 95-100 pounds

You were the beacon of light on my horizon
Appearance Description:

A small, slender wolf with very little meat on her bones. She's dainty and looks very weak, however, her speed allows her to pack quite a punch. She's a silvery-grey wolf with black forepaws, which is somewhat odd for a wolf but her parents were white and black. She walks with her head high, her green eyes boring into your skull, into your soul even. She knows just how to appear like she's the nicest wolf in the world, but she's got quite a bite.

Staying strong to light up the dark
Personality:

She's kind, sweet and some would even say innocent most of the time, but get her angry and you've got a tiny little spitfire to deal with. She loves to laugh and make new friends, but she is rather wary around those she doesn't know if she can trust or not, as are most. She's actually kind of your everyday personality. Which can make her seem boring, but she suppressed that whirlwind of energy that she was a few years ago. Not one for small talk, or 'stupid' questions, she might just ignore her if you irritate her enough with those things. Not only is she very kind to those she considers her friends, but she's also extremely over-protective of them.

Weaknesses:

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Strengths:

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History:

She was born in the Northeast, to two grey wolves. The mother, which she takes after the most was named Elise, and Misa does not remember her father's name. In fact, she doesn't remember him at all, except his brute force and bad temper. She remembered that her mother and her had been afraid of him. Sometimes, even to this day, she would dream of fuzzy, broken up memories of what she thought was him. She didn't even know if they were her memories. Her real father had been her mother's brother, Ryu. He was kind, patient, caring. She loved him and he loved her in return. When Ryu had tired of her father, who still has remained nameless in her mind to this day, Ryu told him to leave, and so her father did. But not until after a long and bloody battle that left Ryu rather badly injured. With only two wolves left and a pup not even old enough to go out on a true hunt without just getting in the way, food was scarce. Her body accounted for the loss of nutrients by becoming small and compact. Finally, she was old enough to hunt, and so she did. But her help still was not enough one fierce winter. Her mother and Ryu began to waste away, their sleek coats becoming dull. Misa still blames herself for their deaths, saying that she should have done something more, though she knows deep somewhere, that she was able to do nothing to stop their suffering. Perhaps ease it, yes, but not stop it. And so she wandered, she assumed that this would be her fate anyway, so why not start it early. And from there, she stumbled upon the great packs. And something changed, perhaps, she thought, she could start over here. Find a new home? Yes. But she doubted it would ever be the same. But you could bet everything that she would try her damnedest to make it that way.

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Pack:
The Realm of Warriors
Rank:
Border Patrol

Threads:
Shy and Skittish
Fancy Meeting You Here

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A second Misa table:

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And my third, gorgeous table:

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Colours fading, psychedelic sayings
Nickname: Dee, Dre
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years old

Mate: None
Offspring: None
Sire: Daemon
Dame: Kaie

Species: British Columbian Wolf
Eye Color: Icy blue
Coat Color: A mottled mixture of black and brown.
Markings: She is pretty scarred up, but the most noticeable is The strange mottled scar on her lower chest, and she hopes to soon have the brand of the Order.
Weight: 100-115 pounds
Whispered in my ears
Appearance Description:
She is a wolf of your average female size, 1001-115 pounds on average. Her fur is a combination of mottled browns and blacks, with the occasional patch of grey in it. Blue eyes stick out from her face, and her jaw is sculpted. She has a certain eerie beauty about her, one that might cause some to run away, it is a sort of cruel look that is often plastered upon her face. Her ears are pointed and give her face a regal look and her shoulders are broad and muscular, powerful for running.

I know this is my calling
Personality:
If given the chance to sum her up in three words, they would be sadistic, cruel and slightly insane. It is rare that you would find her in the company of others, because she was so greatly disliked and has since then gotten used to solitude and finds she rather likes it. Though deep inside somewhere, she suspects that she longs for company of another of her kind once more. She hates it when she is wrong, and will leap headfirst into a fight, sometimes without thinking if you anger her enough over a certain subject that she holds a very strong opinion about. Such as, whether or not Lucifer's is better than the Order. Talk about that and you will probably get cuffed about the head rather hard.

Weaknesses

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Strengths:

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History:
Born and raised in a full pack, her father the alpha and her mother the Alphess, she has two brothers and one sister that she has not seen in years. She suspects that their deaths have long since come. She was always the strong one of the litter, they did not enjoy what they were trained to become, and so it was to be the early demise of them. Her mother was cruel, she often would berate them for making the smallest of sounds in the nursery, early on teaching them the finesse of silence and how useful it could be.

Soon, their 'training' escalated. It went from learning how to stay quiet in the worst of situations, to hunting, then to fighting. The fighting training that they had to go through was brutal, it left them all scarred, both mentally and physically, and many pups would die because of the harsh injuries that they sustained. At first, her little self was horrified by what she saw, but soon, it was no different than everyday life for her. Fighting became harsh methods of...extracting information, torture, almost. And that was probably the hardest thing for her to cope with. Slow and painful deaths were something that horrified her, that she would never want to have to dole out, but soon her mind blocked that out too.

As the two years that she spent in her home wore on, she began to grow tired of her low rank, and so she challenged others. She challenged, and she usually won. She had long since gone from the sweet and horrified pup to a grown and deadly adult female. She slowly but surely increased her rank until she was up within the heiress position, and then a fateful day came and she walked out. A huge argument broke out between her and her father, he told her that she had to obey or risk losing her rank. And neither of which did she want to do so told him that she would never lose her dignity, and that he could not take her rank. So she threw it away. She walked out right in front of him, a mistake that she would regret, it left her that scar on her chest.

But the past is the past, and she does not draw upon it unless it is to use her training and skills.

Maybe they're saying I'm going to hell.
Pack:
The Order of the Black Stag
Rank: Not yet awarded

Threads:
Bad Past, Same Future (Dragunov Solokov)
Friend or Foe (Divide)
Waking up Beside the Ocean (Xenios)
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[❦Mufasa❦]

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I've got a chance, I've gotta take it
Nickname: Zie, Kel, Zeke
Gender: male
Age: 2 years

Mate: None
Offspring: None
Sire: Memento
Dame: Alice
Siblings: Razakel Bain

Species: Grey Wolf
Eye Color: Dark brown
Coat Color: Black
Markings: He has a white muzzle and two parallel scars that run across his left shoulder.
Weight: 95-100

No more sitting by and staring
Appearance Description:

A brute of medium size, not too large, not too small. He is strong, and his pelt is sleek. When he runs, it looks like a great black river. His muzzle, white since birth, sticks out like a sore thumb from the rest of his body. His dark chocolate eyes bore into your soul, almost, they are captivating and utterly handsome. He is someone who would catch your eye, his pawsteps light as his personality. Two scars run parallel across his left shoulder, and fur never seems to grow there anymore. No, he does not remember getting them, he just knows that they are there.

Hope runs through my veins and keeps me feeling
Personality:

A kind wolf, once you get to know him. But if you do not know him, he is that devious charmer that stays in the background, that others may fear for his differences, but want to know him all the same. He seems to draw the night in around him, when really, all he wants is light. But it is not to be so, and he has almost come to terms with this. Maybe one day he will be completely okay with it. He has a strong sense of kinship towards anyone he cares for, and will die for them. A strong need for a family burns in his very being, and so he has searched and searched for one.

Weaknesses

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Strengths:

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History:

He does not remember much of his past. He knows much of it was spent on the move. He remembers his father, Memento, and his mother Alice. And there seems to be another that belonged to his family, but he was so young when he was separated from them, just turned a year. A fierce blizzard had kept them apart one day when they were returning from the hunt with prey for everyone...or so he thinks. It is all a blur of cold, white and loneliness. Perhaps one day he will figure out who that fourth person in his family is.

He arrived on Traum days after his second birthday, and flashes of his memory have come back since then. He remembers a little black pup, his brother? His sister? He does not know, but the desire to find this other wolf has consumed him. Perhaps even more than the dire need for a family has. He remembers his mother's kindness and his father's 'tough love' ways, but he remembers no other wolves.

Listen to the heartbeats become one
Pack:
Lucifer's
Rank:Not yet awarded
Threads:
Devil's Symphony (Razakel and Kiska)

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=414445] 大龍 (Da long) !

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So many people mutter
Nickname: Long, Dragon (Note: Dalong is Chinese and means Big Dragon. =3)
Gender: Male
Age: 5 years

Mate: Xiaofeng (小風) (deceased)
Offspring: None
Sire: Liemao
Dame: Kaili

Species: Red Wolf
Eye Color: Green
Coat Color: reddish auburn. Kinda cinnamon-y?
Markings: Noooone.
Weight: 80-85 lbs

Those something or the others
Appearance Description: A smaller, reddish wolf, but not to be underestimated. Underneath that small frame is wiry muscle built for speed and quick but harmful blows. His cinnamon-coloured fur glints in the sunlight like a rare jewel, and his green eyes are knowing, for they have seen much though he is younger than some of the wolves on Traum. His paws, small but heavy, have thick black claws at the end of them, hence his name, Dalong (Big Dragon). During the winter, his weight will drop severely at times, if he does not get enough food, his ribs will begin to show and he will seem weak and unable to fend for himself.

And seemingly they see madness
Personality:

The simplest explanation for this wolf is insane. He mutters to himself, often in Chinese, so those around him do not understand him. Raised in the harsh environment of his homeland, he has become nearly immune to insults, and will often ignore them, calling you a pig or some other nasty Chinese slur. (Yes, 'pig' is a Chinese slur.) Insecure and paranoid for his safety, you may find him sitting there, twitching a bit and mumbling insane things under his breath. If he was not so insane, he would be a nice wolf, certainly, but now he only cares for those voices in his head. Almost...schizophrenic, you could say. At times, he feels like the world is out to get him, and is subject to fits of paranoia so bad where he will go on rampages to destroy anything that he deems dangerous. Including brush. Obviously insane, many wolves may avoid him, but some may find him amusing for company.

Weaknesses

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Strengths:

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History:

Where to begin, where to begin? For starters, DaLong was raised in the thick, lush Asian forest known as Heilongjiang, where Korean pines grow in large amounts, and become quite large. His pack, known as the HeiSeDeFuShu (Black Wolves) was the scourge of this forest, terrorizing every creature in their way. However, DaLong was never one for this violence, he did not understand why HeiDeFuShu could not live in peace with the wolves of the other two packs in the land, Sishen (Angels of Death), who, despite their name were really quite peaceful, or the SenLinFeng (Forest Winds) named for their lithe bodies and speed.

War broke out among these packs when DaLong was three, and everyone was needed to fight, for although they claimed much of the land, it was far too spread out for the number of fighters that they had. Only pups and nurses were allowed to stay behind in the dens. DaLong, much disliked within his pack for his sensible nature, his longing to just talk things out, and his unwillingness to fight, was sent out to patrol an area with three other wolves, who immediately slipped into the underbrush. Unlucky for him, DaLong came across a Sishen patrol, made up of some of their largest wolves. As small as he was, there was no way for him to fight off four of these brutes, so they took him, his head down and tail between his legs, back to where his insanity would set in.

Left deep in a cave, guarded only by one wolf, a mute, with the orders that he could not leave it, he began to freak out. Cave darkness, as you may know, is the blackest of all black. No cat can see in it, much less a wolf. Water dripped from the stalactites above, and the dripping alone was enough to drive you mad. It echoed about the cave, making it sound everywhere at once. The paranoia soon began to set in, he blindly searched for water and food that he so badly needed, and he could smell it, oh yes, but could he find it? No. The cave was much too large, and he assumed his was just exploring one little nook of it, though it felt like miles that he traversed down in spirals to find the food.

Eventually, he gave up on himself, and when he was finally released, banished by all three packs from the forest because of his weakness, he stumbled out, blind as a pup for he had not seen light in so long. Eventually, his vision returned, but spend too long in darkness and he fears he will lose it again. And thus, his insanity and paranoia became part of him for the rest of his days as he traversed the lands until discovering a seemingly calm place known as Traum.

On these city streets

Pack:
Rouge
Rank: N/A

Threads:
Slowly Going Crazy (Ulfric)
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[❦Mufasa❦]

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In just a couple days, I've come to love my new family
Nickname: Soru (pronounced Soi-ruu), Soul, Ru
Gender: Male
Age: Fetus

Mate: ----
Offspring: ----
Sire: Sinmar
Dame: Kiska

Species: Russian x Timber
Eye Color: Orange
Coat Color: A mix of brown, grey, black, cream and chocolate.
Markings: His ears are rimmed with black
Weight: ---

You may believe it's just a phase, but I'll never leave it behind.
Appearance Description:

The second largest in his litter, he looks much like his brother. His grey pelt is mottled with browns and chocolates, and his face holds a grey-cream mask surrounding his eyes and his muzzle. His muzzle is tipped with black, and his dark grey-brown ears are rimmed around the edges with black. His front toes are tipped in a black-brown colour and his legs are the same colour as his face. His eyes match those of his fathers, a vibrant orange in colour. His nails are longer and black on both his front and back feet.

They're my blood, my core.
Personality:

A proud wolf, when he grows older he will walk around with a certain air of regality about him. But he is a private wolf, very surrounded in the need for his actions to be kept to himself, he can often be slightly paranoid, and afraid that people find out too much about him. Soru is very protective of his family, and fancies himself the protector of the Vory litter, though he is not the largest. A kind wolf overall, but put him in a mood and he will act much like his mother, ruthless and unmerciful. He will constantly search for approval from his father, and from his larger sibling. He will grind himself down to the bone, searching for approval until he realizes that it no longer matters what everyone thinks, and that he needs to find something to make himself happy. Amazing at thinking on the spot, he does well during crises and manages to keep a calm head through it all. And that ever-churning mind of his comes out with quite the interesting amount of battle strategies and tactics, even as a young pup, what with his birth being on the horizon of war.

Weaknesses

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Strengths:

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My best friends and more, blood brothers and sisters I love.
Desired Pack: Lucifers!
Picture URL: fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/272/b/c/wolf_pup_4_by_purple007-d2zpqha.jpg
Threads:
Noneee
Born yet?
Yes ma'am/sir!

Credits
Bio Template credited to Lunar Oasis
Character idea and writing credited to respective creator
Lyrics written by Mufasa- Blood
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