MAFIA OPENINGS

[K O S A N]

That's fine for her to try for lead female at the moment. Everyone but the already chosen betas etc are normal members for now until I hold a pack meeting and asign the leads etc so yeah, welcome to the pack ^^

[sammayy]

Name: Onyx
Gender: Female
Age: 2 years
Breed: Husky X Border Collie mix
Personality/Qualities: Onyx can be a cruel dog, when she wishes. She has a calm authority about her, and doesn't lead with a dictators demeanor. In her view, every dog besides the enemy is equal. The enemy packs could amount to nothing but the dirt she walked on. In battle, she becomes a raging whirl of teeth and claws. She has never been defeated. Onyx has a fierce love for her packmates in her heart and her favorite saying is "If payback is a bitch and revenge is sweet, the I must be the sweetest bitch you'll ever meet." She is not one to be messed with.
Position wanted: Beta female
RP Sample: Jairo trotted through the woodlands, his large paws tossing up bits of dust through the winding path. Thoughts whorled through the large brujo's mind. Vanhi was leaving? He knew Orion was perfectly capable of leading Fulki, but it just wouldn't be the same. The ebony female carried that certain air around her, the air of regalness. Orion still fit the part, Jairo knew, but he would miss Vanhi. Not only was she his alphess, Jairo thought he and Vanhi might become friends some day. Jairo's silver irises flicked upwards. The bright, golden sun was shining bravely in the face of autumn. The trees, once overflowing with crisp green leaves, were now overcome with dead, orange and red leaves. This is was the rust colored male loved. Before winter, where the weather is still somewhat warm. And yet, even with snow and cold coming on, Jairo could stare at the beauty of Fall and become lost. Not in the physical sense, but the mental. The handsome male could forget the troubles of his past, and enjoy his future.

Jairo kept walking, not knowing if he was even still in Fulki packlands, when he scented a border marker. Puzzling over the idea for a moment, Jairo lifted his leg and added a fresh marker, as the one he had found was weak. Sighing internally, Jairo turned about face and headed back to the heart of Fulki. Jairo soon found a break in the trees, where a warm, golden thread of noon sunlight warmed a patch of soft grass. Jairo ignored it. He knew what would happen if he let his mental barriers slip.

Just at that moment, a scent reached Jairo's moist, black nose. A sweet scent, though a bit cloying. The brute recognized thyme, a leafy, green plant that is good for calming and treating shock. Mentally shrugging, Jairo grabbed a mouthful of the green stems and continued towards the dens. There was nothing wrong with having a supply of herbs. Who knows? Maybe Jairo could even become healer. The multi-hued brute had always had a knack for herbs and poultices. He knew countless remedies for treating numerous illnesses and injuries.

Jairo wanted to be known, to have friends more than anything. He and his family lived aone; they had been his only friend. Sometimes he dreamed of what it would be like to have a mate and family. The vision came to Jairo, unexpectedly popping in front of his silver orbs. Jairo was sitting, looking down with a compassionately proud look in his eyes. Three miniature copies of their father scrabled over Jairo's large paws. A longing filled Jairo. That was what he wanted, what he wanted most of all. (From The Ashes, character: Jairo).