Feral Heart

Name: Jyaku
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Species: Canine
Sub-species: Labrador Retriever mix
Personality: Jyaku is a tough-talking male that is perhaps just a little bit overprotective of his younger sister. He's friendly once you get him to trust you, although that might take a little while. Anyone hurting his sister will be in big trouble, because he really does care about her. More often than not, though, he worries about her being strong enough to survive.
History: Raised in a family that died near the beginning of the war. He had no intention of sticking with his sister, but she didn't give him much of a choice.
Mate: Dead
War Dog/Cat?: No
Handler: N/A
About Handler: N/A

Name: Raenelia aka "Rain"
Age: 6
Gender: Female
Species:Canine
Sub-species: Labrador Retriever mix
Personality: Rain is a sweet-tempered dog that doesn't get into much trouble. She dislikes violence, which makes some wonder that she stays around her half-brother. Because he's the only family she has, however, and since she's a family-oriented kind of dog, she wants to be with him. They argue sometimes, but not often. Rain is rather naive regarding threats and violence, often missing the point of another dog's subtle or not-so-subtle hints. Over-friendly at times and always curious.
History: Raenelia and her siblings were raised by kind humans that lived very quietly and were killed near the beginning of the war. When that happened, Raenelia and her brother were the only ones to stay together, and that was more Raenelia's choice than his.
Mate: N/A
War Dog/Cat?: No
Handler: N/A
About Handler: N/A

(If the wolves escape with the flower maiden, that would be an opportunity to bring our wolf hunter characters in. But I'm open either way.)

(I can't post a screenshot of my character, can I use a different one?)

Name: Arrow
Ingame/Forum Username: KnifeKnut
Gender: Male
Species: Dingo
Age: Young Adult
Personality: Arrow is curious and intelligent, always trying to figure things out and exploring new places. He often gets himself into trouble that way, but doesn't often worry about getting hurt. There's a lot of things that he doesn't know anything about, but he has a good memory and can remember most things he hears about. For a large part of his life, he was rebellious and something of a troublemaker. Contrary to expectations, this tendency remained unabated even after he lost his family apart from his sister.
History: Arrow was raised in a small pack consisting of his parents, three siblings, and himself. While hunting, he accidentally chased prey onto another pack's territory and was himself chased out. Hunters, guards, and warriors from the pack followed his tracks and killed his two brothers and father before he could return to them. One of his sisters was taken prisoner, one was killed, and the third ran before she could be taken. The alpha female of the pack, Arrow's mother, disappeared soon after and her fate was unknown.
Mentor: N/A
Apprentice: N/A
Former Mentors/Apprentices: N/A beyond family
Parents: Haru and Sama
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Prisoner: Not yet
Status: Guard
Health Status: 90% - a few cuts and bruises, nothing major
Arrow had been moving quickly when he came to the edge of the pack's territory. Halting just as quickly as he had been travelling a moment before, he searched for any sign of the pack to which the land belonged. Seeing nothing, he cautiously walked forward, much slower and carefuller. Fast-moving pawsteps approached him from behind, and he whirled around defensively, hackles rising and teeth bared. The semi-distant figure approaching him was a familiar one, however - his sister Mara. Dropping his ready-to-fight stance, he waited for his sister to catch up to him. Pawsteps were approaching him from another direction, though, and many more than his sister's. Before he had the chance to fully process this information, half a dozen strong hunters crested a nearby hill, nearly running the dingo over and isntantly spotting him.[/center]

"Not that much," Taossul replied with a rather absent-minded smile. His heart was still pounding from the sound of the flower maiden's scream, and the faint scent was gradually growing just a tiny bit stronger. Maybe it was just his imagination, but she had to be somewhere in this city. And if she was, and if he could find her, help her escape, could he be part of a pack again? It had been years since he'd been with other wolves for more than a few days. In times like these, it was dangerous for wolves to band together, but if the maiden was real, and could truly lead them to Paradise, what wolf wouldn't want to join them? "Do you... smell something?" he asked softly, sniffing the air and half-turning. "A sweet smell, that makes you feel, well, different?" He didn't know how to explain what the flower scent made him feel. It was almost like he'd been dormant with his fake human illusion but had been brought to life, into his true wolf form. Nothing he'd ever felt could ever come close to this kind of feeling.