The History In the beginning there was one, a being larger than most. It craved power, love, devotion, and power over all. It wanted a dominion over others where they worshipped it. It took many souls under it as it aged into a year. The parents convinced to give their newly weaned litter to it, that it would save their children from a life of suffering under cruelty and hatred. The three it dubbed Raphael, Michael, and Gabriel of the Morningstar. They were to be raised in its saintly ways, to be taught that he was a god. Their parents over time were forgotten and the three convinced that they had been created not born. They were loved well and raised as patron saints for those that became followers of their god to aspire to be like. It was but a year later after they had been given to the god that five more were gifted to the god in secrecy. He dubbed them each with the name Morningstar and gifted them names. They were to be Samael, Uriel, Selaphiel, Barachiel, and Jegudiel. Once they each in turn forgot their birth parents they were introduced to their elder siblings. They were told they were created for a great purpose. It wanted no opposition and so told them they had been created by it to be saints and guardians of it. They were raised by it and their elder siblings, believing fully that they were created with a solid purpose and that their "father" was truly a god. It was two great years before a turmoil struck that shook the very foundations of their lives. Eight would become seven all in the span of one day. It was Samael who shook them to the core. He had always been a problem child, questioning everything and pushing the boundaries. Two women, sisters, had captured his heart. Unbeknownst to them all. They each bore him three children each, a thing that made the man happy and tore him away for long hours on end from his siblings. They didn't question such a thing though as he bathed himself of all the scents before returning to them each day. It was a few short weeks, exactly eight before the deity began to track the man down on his excursions. It caught the females alone with his children upon one occasion. Growing infuriated at Samael' s lack of respect for his ways and jealous of the love he clearly had for these women, it lashed out. It took the lives of the mother's in a quick moment. They stood no chance. The eldest brothers were called then. As Samael returned that day to the place he hid his families he was greeted by them all, they bore stone faces some were even angered as they looked upon him and six children sat before them, each child with tear stained cheeks and confusion in their eyes. The deity then spoke his ultimatum and the crime so all gathered would hear. Samael was to kill his children, repent his sins in order to reclaim the love of his siblings and their god. That he would no longer love another or suffer the consequences. Samael answered firmly and was resolved in his now grieving heart as he gazed upon his two loves, he would not kill his children. He furthered the wrath then, claiming that Abba was no god of his, that a god would not condemn children. The deity answered by ordering his brothers to hold him down. It was Michael, Gabriel and Raphael that did so. Samael was maimed then by the deity, forced to outwardly bare the scars of his sins in the form of two matching scars upon his shoulders. He was stripped of his first name then, to be called only Lucifer by those that knew the light. His children were to be hailed as abominations and he to be shunned and cast out for all eternity or until he could find the light and destroy the sins of himself. He disappeared from them not even a day after, taking his children with him. A year later and they reach the shores of Ardent, intent on setting their home here. But by stoke of luck, a familiar scent is found, stale but nonetheless one the guardians know. It is found without the knowledge reaching Abba, and whether it remains so is yet to be seen. The Personalities and Appearances For the appearances of these wolves I'm open to anything. As Samael is white with blue pads and a black mask. I would like to see these guys as giants but it is not necessary. Builds should fall in the medium to heavy for males and for females light to medium. The saints personalities: these guys should fall in the lawful neutral to lawful good spectrum. There shouldbe no mental disabilities in them and should they fall into a chaotic good nature there should be good reason. They should all be of "saintly" dispositions and believe themselves the defenders from the wicked. They should have a monogamous relationship when they get into them and deem it unrighteous to procreate before marriage. The biggest thing for these guys is that they believe that when they die they will become their God's hierarchy should they lead a good and righteous life. Basically brainwashed into believing Abba is a god. How each feels about the falling of Samael is up to you. The sinners personalities: these guys should fall in the chaotic neutral to chaotic evil spectrum. They can be of any mindset, though Sam is the father of the Morningstar's in this category. They are out to cause mischief and mayhem, their main thing is to have fun with life. The children of Sam are view as his court and addressed as lords and ladies, viewing Sam as their king. He would have raised them to have respect only for themselves and each other, and view all other's as unworthy. His standards are extremely lax as well. Should question Abba's "godliness". They should be angry at Abba, and potentially their aunt's and uncles. Samael would likely have instilled them to follow their hearts to their true paths as well. All followers that joined abba took on the name DeAngeles and when Samael fell from them those that aligned with his thoughts after seeing how abba condemned children left with him and took on the name Daemos. The Adoptable Characters: The Deity Abba Jehovah~5 years~Nonbinary(they) Expectations for adoption: must be of the lawful neutral type, should be driven to start a pack, believes in the no death penalty and instead casts out their "children" until the lesson has been learned and the sin repented for, believe themselves a god, should not take a mate though if a child should happen should keep the child a secret until it is weaned and then remove the mother from the picture. The Saints Gabriel Morningstar~4 years~Male~Taken by Den Michael Morningstar~4 years~Male~Taken by Asena Raphael Morningstar~4 years~Male~Taken by Fenben Uriel Morningstar~3 years~ female~Taken by Keno Selaphiel Morningstar~3 years~Female Barachiel Morningstar~3 years~Male Jegudiel Morningstar~3 years~Male Unnamed branch family members may also be adopted with the last name DeAngeles The sinners Samael "Lucifer" Morningstar(the fallen father)~3 years~Male~Taken by Asena Mammon Morningstar~1 year~Female~ Taken by chrono Sathanus Morningstar~1 year~Female~Taken by Den Beelzebub Morningstar~1 year~Male Asmodeum Morningstar~1 year~Male Belphegor Morningstar~1 year~ Male~Destroyed By Michael Leviathan Morningstar~ 1 year~Male~taken by Lolaf Unnamed branch family members may also be adopted with the last name Daemos Other impotant notes The teachings of Abba are as follows: One does not take more than one wife, and does not breed until they are wed. To say the name Abba is to envoke bad luck, he is instead called my Lord or father. To say the name of a fallen is considered to take on the sins of the fallen one, they are instead given an alias in which they are then called by. One must not take more than their share. To do so is stealing from those less fortunate. To kill is to sin. Punishments will instead be given, though for some, to be killed is to be purified. Rape is highly frowned upon, as is incestuous relationships. The demons that come from such events must be purged. Respect one another and yourselves. Each creature shall be loved as if they are a brother or sister. Cannibalism is a heinous act, it is both revolting and demonic in nature. Those found doing so shall be purified in the harshest of ways.(killed) To commune with the unholy ones is to turn your back upon the father, this will result in being cast out until you repent your sins before the father and his guardians. Defend those that cannot defend themselves from the evils of the world. Shelter them from it. The father's word is law and is what is right, questioning it is taboo. The Form Code: [b]OC Name:[/b] [b]Name:[/b] [b]Design:[/b] a link to your design [b]Apearance:[/b] 150+ words [b]Personality:[/b] 150+ words [b]Role Play Sample:[/b] 200+ words I'm reserving the right to reclaim these characters should they fall inactive for a month with no word from the roleplayer.

OOC Name: Den
Name: Gabriel
Design: DESIGN 45" - Light build (approved of OOC)
Appearance: In a word: glorious. A creature of elegance and grace, Gabriel is something to admire. Biblical beauty has been trapped within an earthly vessel, barely contained by flesh and sinew. Something for which all should strive. Legs that seem to extend for aeons with each step- he is nothing short of a behemoth. Powerful thighs and shoulders propel him over the ground with unearthly ease. A slender form, with narrow shoulders and hips make the archangel appear impossibly delicate and frail by comparison to his siblings. A thick coat of long fur hides how slim his physique truly is, and accentuates his figure well. A long neck and well sculpted skull draw attention to his face, and nirvana exists. Crafted by the heavens, the man bears features nothing short of splendorous.

Shining gold covers the herald from head to toe. The singular, unwavering hue blends him with many landscapes. Each paw is dipped in ivory, reaching no further than his ankles. Gabriel's muzzle is dipped in that same shade, bleached of its divine pigments. Sweeping from his chin and over his snout, it arches across the top of his muzzle and tapers off in a fine point. Then, it can be found blanketing the top of his neck and shoulders, creeping over his ears. It ends in another point between his alabaster brows, a crown of purity.

Soft, sea foam green is the hue of his soul. Gabriel was born blind, and thus the colour claims his eyes in their entirety. Those eyes are pupil-less, and are often called unnerving. His gaze doesn't lock onto whoever he speaks with, and often he cannot be bothered to direct his face at them either. Gabriel is not ashamed of his disability, and embraces it. His father must have created him without sight for a reason, right?

Personality: (True Neutral - Asexual - Homoromantic)
Diplomat - Violence is simply not his way. There is always a solution, and Gabriel will seek it out until his paws are bloody. This is one of his inherent traits, and paints him as weak in many circles. Reason and rationality are favourable to confrontation and war. He always hopes to solve a problem without harsh words or actions. Seeing both sides is paramount to any conflict.
Blunt - Life is short, there isn't any point in beating around the bush. If something needs to be said, Gabriel can be trusted to say it. This often makes him the bearer of bad news, and the one to break up fights within the family. A hard job, but someone had to pull the short straw. He won't pull punches or sugar-coat it. Because of this, he is often mistaken for rude. He doesn't really care.
Charming - In a shy, honest way, Gabriel is a sweet brute. Many fall victim to his timid smiles and awkward ways. He draws others in droves, and can't explain why. Perhaps growing up as a runt has created a monster- a wolf that begs to be loved by all that see him. An easy way of speaking, bordering on a drawl, makes him easy to be around.
Stubborn - Gabriel will not change himself. Nor will he change his ways. He is an immovable object. By the time an opinion has been formed, he is under the firm belief that it is right. The manner in which he lives his life is a routine that can't be altered without risk to his mental health. Change is not his strong suit. Many may attempt to sway him, but they will not succeed.
Driven - There is nothing he can't do. Once he sets his mind to it, Gabriel is determined to finish each task. Whether it is a mission given to him, or one he creates of his own will, he will complete it. It is likely a facet of his own stubbornness, in all actuality.
Gentle - Despite the size of him, Gabriel is hardly a danger. He loves his siblings, and rarely scuffles with them anymore. He can be found lavishing them with casual affection, and taking care of them when he gets a moment. This tenderness extends to most others, and he finds himself with the unofficial title of caregiver. When others are in distress, he is there to fix the problem. He guides lost pups home, and can be found fostering anyone out in a storm within the confines of his own den.

Miscellaneous: Feeling towards the Lord: His father is wise. All powerful, perhaps not, but they are definitely leagues above the average creature. They work in mysterious ways, and cannot always be predicted. Overall, Gabriel loves his father. He bears no ill will towards the deity, and follows his word without question.
Feelings towards Samael's Fall: Samael was a beloved brother, who Gabriel cherished deeply. They got along like peas in a pod, and Samael may even have looked up to him. Having raised him partially, Gabriel feels deep guilt over what happened to him. He cannot let go of the notion that the boy's Fall is somewhat on his shoulders. The taste of his blood in his mouth, the sound of his screaming as he was maimed by the father haunt him. Hindsight is 20/20, and to a blind man that is all the worse. He regrets agreeing to their father's demand. Being a soft-hearted caretaker for the whole group, harming Samael was horrific.
Feelings towards his Nieces and Nephews: Children cannot be expected to bear the weight of their parents' sins. Something born into a world that they cannot change the past of shouldn't be expected to understand the intricacies of it all. Of course, this belief is not spoken. Gabriel knows better than to risk incurring the wrath of his father.
Feelings towards his siblings: LITTERMATES: Those with whom he shared a womb are the most trusted of Gabriel's family. Granted, he believes they were simultaneously created from nothing, but we all know the truth. They are those with whom he airs his grievances with the world, confides in, and serve as his soft place to fall. He would readily protect them with his life and mortal vessel.
YOUNGER: Warmth floods his chest when he remembers the tiny forms of the younger siblings as they emerged from their den. He and his brothers raised the younger children, as their father was too busy with his divine duties. To this day, he will tell them tales, sing them to sleep, and protect them from harm. Despite many of them being bigger and stronger than he himself, he is extremely protective.

Role Play Sample: The gentle chorus of songbirds awoke the herald. The soft pelts beneath him shifted as he stretched weakly. There was no push of another body against him as he moved. No one was in the den. Sightless eyes opened, and tall alabaster audits would swivel in search of signs of his siblings. He scented the air. They didn't usually leave him behind without letting him know what was going on. It was mostly the remnants of worry from when Gabriel was a frail child they had to care for. Groggy, husky vocals would call out cautiously. "Michael?" it was less of a question and more of a demand. If he was nearby, he had better announce himself. Nothing. "Uriel?" Came the next, hesitant bark.
Leaden limbs would slowly arrange themselves beneath the titan. Thank God that everyone else was just as massive, if not more, so they had a big den. He heaved himself to his feet, stretching methodically. It had been a long night, telling stories to lull his siblings into a peaceful sleep. The previous day had been rough. The loss of Samael was still like a stone in their hearts. Heavy paws collided with the earth, at a loss for his usual grace. It was too early for that. He bumped roughly against a stone that had been carelessly knocked into the tunnel leading out of the den. "Guess they didn't think I'd be up yet."
The sunlight beaming down from above warmed his spine, flooding his veins with liquid gold. A deep sigh shuddered through his lungs, clearing the stagnant air of sleep from his chest. Upon inhale, the scent of breakfast made his stomach rumble. They'd left breakfast behind. Haunches folding neatly beneath him, he dipped his head in a quick prayer of thanks. Time to start the day.

Den I'm in love! Gabriel is all yours <3 I look forward to playing with you <3

WIP

OC Name: Lolaf
Name: Mammon Avarice Morningstar (Ava)
Design: 

Apearance: While not as giant as her father Ava is still rather tall, looming 36" inches tall. She is slim, almost ethereally so; her edges are angular and sharp giving her an almost fragile look. Long angular limbs are propelled forwards by lithe well hidden muscles. She is a giant china doll, though not nearly as breakable as she may look.

Ava is mostly cloaked in shadow, her coat is coal black broken only by brilliant white. These bright spots are on her middle toes on her right back paw, the tips and back of her ears, the tip of her tail running up half it's length, in a almost heart shaped mask around her eyes that runs down her muzzle to her nose and along her back and curving back across her shoulders in a v shape.

Perhaps most visually stunning is her pair of icy bright blue eyes, they gleam with intelligence and calculated malice.

Personality: 

Greedy
Perhaps unsurprisingly Ava's most defining trait is her greed, though she actively seeks out material possessions the thing she craves the most is carnal pleasure. The viper gives little care for who or when or how she simply lusts after the act. It should be unsurprising then that she refuses to be tied down, she will float from lover to lover with no real attachment involved... except for one notable exception. 

Claimed
Though she expresses attraction and may even feign affection for others there is only one wolf who can claim her. Her dear brother Leviathan. Though she holds some fondness for her other siblings and father. 

Masked
Ava can be exactly what another wants, she wears many masks and can easily slip between them as she sees fit. One minute she can be kind and friendly, the other a suave enchantress, then a dominating force who brooks no argument. 

Vengeful
There is only one emotion that can tear down her masks, Ava is a spirit of vengeance. She doesn't take kindly to threats to herself of her family and can be irritated by even the slightest insult. Her anger is deep and consuming and she can demand recompense for even the smallest slight. 

Broken
Beneath it all Ava is a very broken individual, she mourns for her mother's death at every moment and simply wishes for her family to be allowed peace. She is dependent on her brother, her dear Levi, and she believes that without him she is worthless and might just deserve the death her extended family craves of her. 


Role Play Sample:
The dame curled deep into her brother's side, a rare moment of a genuine smile played across her lips. Slowly she began the process of getting up, her stretching was slow and exaggerated, she rolled her head and then lifted lids. Levi was still snoring beside her and Ava slowly extracted herself from his side.

She circled his prone form and gently nosed at his ear. "I'll be back with a present soon, lover." She purred. Then she moved through the forest, angular limbs pushing her forwards with a deep ferocity. She would get her brother a hare or some other such small snack, that was her plan.

Still her mind set to wander and she fantasied about stumbling upon her dear uncles. She imagined seeing them start and stutter upon finding not only was she alive and well that she had flourished. She imagined the look of surprise upon their face as she charged towards them, fang barred. She imagined the sweetness of their blood as she pulled their throats apart, feasting upon their trachea. Oh how truly beautiful that moment would be.

But there would be no fratricide this morning, only the quick execution of a rabbit that now dangled from the viper's jaw. Hurried paw steps would propel her back to her lover's side. Where she dropped the tasty snack before his still snoozing form. Ava herself set to grooming, in preparation for her brother's awakening. Surely he would be pleased.

OC Name: Chrono
Name: Leviathan "Levi" Morningstar
Design:



Apearance: Leviathan is a large wolf who stands at 36 inches and weighs 155 pounds. He is built mostly of muscle and can be menacing just by looking at him. 

Levi is mostly a base of white with some bits ebony littered across his pelt. Half of his tail is black, two of his toes on his back right paw, the tips of his ears, and a V shaped line of fur that splits in the middle of his spine and down his sides. He also has a dark mask that goes around his eyes and down the bridge of his nose. Levi's eyes are a dark blood red that easily scare his victims off.

Levi Stand tall and strong against everyone. He doesn't back down or look weak in any way. He works hard to make himself look bigger and badder than anyone else. He is often grinning but in no way a warming grin. He spawned  from evil itself and nothing about his demeanor will give you a false impression.
Personality: 
Unmerciful
Levi doesn't care who you are or where you came from and why you're here. Get the hell out of his way or he'll make you. He steals from others, knocks down the weak, and spits in their face. He's not here to make friends.

Hot Headed
It doesn't take much to piss this brute off. A simple look the wrong way and he'll be after you and in your face. Those who know him know to watch what they say unless they wish to spar, he's not gentle with his  family either.

Seducing
Levi wants a list of women that he's had under his sheets. He is a charmer but also won't hesitate to push a fae into it without permission. He only holds one true love and this is his sister, Mammon, who he calls Ava.

Rebellious
Levi listens to no one. The only one who has a slight chance to change his mind is Ava. He may seem angry and resilient to the matter at first, but he will usually give some thought to what she says to him and may or may not listen.

Abusive
Levi can be abusive in more than one way. He screams and hollers at others often but can definitely lash out and draw blood. He has no fear of scars or maims. In fact, they are like trophies to him. He expects women to bow at his paws and men to run in the other direction. Who's here to be his slave today?

Role Play Sample:

An angered man stomped around pacing, eyes refusing to look at his dame. Ears pinned and eyes narrowed as a fire grew in his belly. Why did she have to be so emotional so weak. "Why does it matter?" He grunted under his breath, chin snapped in her direction with piercing eyes, "Mom is dead. DEAD! She's not coming back. EVER!" His voice coming up and down as he hollered at her, not giving a crap about how she felt. He knew how much sorrow she felt towards their mother's death, but he didn't feel the same. Maybe deep, deep down if he really thought about it, he cared. But he never wanted anyone to see him in a weakness. Ava was here now, and his mother didn't matter. He huffed and hissed, then realizing how harsh he was getting and to see Ava with her own distraught and angry expressions. Raising his neck he looked down on her with a hard, but a more gentle tone, "Come, Ava. I'm sorry." Words that only she would hear, but very often from him. "Let me make it up to you." Whether it was a hunt or a night for her pleasure, he would obey. His heart belonged to her and he would do anything to make her happy. Walk "Levi" "Ava" Think

OC Name: Croatoan

Name: Asmodeum Morningstar

Design: a link to your design

Apearance: 150+ words

Personality: 150+ words

Role Play Sample: 200+ words

Congrats chrono and Lolaf <3 they're yours, I look forward to playing with you both

OOC Name: trashbag Denny
Name: Sathanus Morningstar
Design:

Appearance: Build: Sathanus is not immense by any means. In fact, she is not even the largest of her siblings. This could be the source of her constant aggression, the fact that she isn't the biggest of the bunch. Standing at 33" tall and weighing all of 97 lbs she is a far cry from her heritage. Long legged and well muscled for a female of her genetics, she takes pride in her appearance. Overall, she is actually quite stocky. By comparison to her lanky and graceful sister, at least. A thick neck and sturdy cranium lend itself to an imposing countenance. Rounded ears only serve to add to the illusion that she is a tank. Powerful thighs and shoulders move her, and offer power behind her strikes in a fight. Large paws, almost too large for her, keep her steady on all terrains.
Coat: A base of the deepest ebony coats the creature. Thick and dense fur covers her body. Breaking up her rather simple design is charcoal grey, covering her underbelly and throat. The same hue rims her ears, and forms perfect brow points upon her features.
Eyes: While often shuttered by a glare or scowl, there is no way to miss the deep maroon of her eyes. They are unsullied by any other colours, unlike her father's sunset gaze.
Voice: Low and gravelly tone; like sandpaper on the ears. Barely above a growl her her preferred tone of voice. On occasion it will lighten, but that it only for those worthy of respect. That list is short. While it is a sonorous voice, it can hardly be described as pleasant. Monotonous droning is how she generally interacts with strangers.
Scent: Rust and petrichor.

Personality: Chaotic Evil (because Denny hasn't done that in a while)
Domineering: This is a creature with presence who will not be silenced or shoved into shadow. Those of weaker substance will be crushed beneath her aura. Pushing around any who would make the mistake of weakness, she will utterly destroy the faint of heart. Sathanus is well aware of who she is and what she is capable of.
Vulgar: Choices of words are carefully made in order to invoke brutal and crystalline images. Profane language drips from her tongue with little to no provocation. The bitch is oft the one to disturb strangers and taint the minds of the young.
Brawler: There is nothing noble about the urge to get into a fight with this one. The bitch aims only to draw blood and inflict pain, be it for simple or complex reasons. She needs little prompting to get into a fight, and this has littered her with scars. Most are small, since her childhood was mostly spent hiding away from the world. However, it is clear she was not meant to remain a blank canvas of fur and flesh.
Short Fuse: Temperamental and quick to anger. Upon first meeting her, it is apparent the wolf is easy to rile up. The incarnation of wrath is a fitting title. A wrong word or a threat is all that's needed to spark her ire, and little else is needed to fuel the fires. She dwells on unsettled disputes and lets them ferment in her head until they explode in violence.
Sensual: Sex is hardly taboo, and she finds herself indulging in it constantly. She could charm the skin off a snake, which lands many in her bed. Primal acts such as this are her favourite, and she is a sensation based creature to the core. The here and now are important, and she finds herself most present while sharing these moments with another. Unlock me at age 2!

Role Play Sample: Crown slung low betwixt ebon shoulders, the femme stalked through the tall grass. Rage simmered ever present beneath her skin. Somewhere there was someone who needed to pay and she was going to find them. The scent of them was trapped in her nostrils, crimson gaze focused intently on the path ahead. Thunderheads pushed closer on the horizon, threatening her with the loss of her trail. Heavy steps had her on the war path, fearing no one to hear her coming.

The filth was found unawares. There was no point in drawing it out. Round audits would pin tight against her skull, lips peeling back from her teeth. The bitch lowered her head, tucking her chin just a little. If he caught her, she didn't want to be left open to attack. She barrelled forth, and aimed to connect her chest with his rump. The goal was to shove him off balance. It worked well enough, and he stumbled just a little. Jaws would ensnare his right hind leg, fangs finding a home buried within writhing flesh. He screamed. Howled in pain. She didn't care. He had fucked up. Dragging him to the ground, he was lain out with legs splayed out behind him.

Jerking her head this way and that, she felt tendons snapping and fraying under her grip. His free foot connected with the side of her face. Snarling, the bitch released what was now a crippled limb. He rolled over, trying and failing to get back to his feet. His belly was terribly exposed. Dark form would lunge and meet with flailing forelimbs. Claws raked against her chest, tearing away clumps of charcoal fur. Squinting to protect her eyes, the brawler would use one forelimb to strike at his face. Catching sensitive nostrils with her talons, she distracted him just enough.

The bitch tore at his belly. Teeth inflicting as much damage as she could with each bite. It didn't take long to disembowel him. Before he had even finished struggling, she would feast upon the slithering entrails still warmed by his churning gut.

Love it den <3

She's all yours

An update for my adopters

It has been asked by Den who the mother's were and which siblings were in which litters so here is a list in birth order under each mother's name

Hadraniel: Sathanus, Leviathan, Mammon

Lailah: Asmodeum, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Hadraniel was the first litter and only hours after was Lailah's as they were both impregnated the same day by Samael

OC Name: FenBen
Name: Raphael
Design: Link I might change it a bit later though
Apearance:

BEHOLD HIS GLORY

Raphael is fire made flesh, gifted with a coat the color of a furious wildfire with fur as soft and fair as smoke his fur coils in some places and moves like fine rolling waves in others. His ears are long and end in fine points like blades. The charcoal markings on his fur rise through the blazing orange like the tongues of a fire and the golden streaks in his fur shine like embers amid a blaze. Below the coal black stripes along his shoulders and stomach, his fur is steam white and covers the majority of his form. The Light Bringer is large in height although he lacks the bulk of his brother’s build. Instead his legs are long and graceful like a deer’s allowing him to sail soundlessly and effortlessly through whatever lands he comes across. The male’s eyes are deep blue like the white-hot core of a flame, where it shines brightest and burns hottest

Personality:

HEAR HIS GRACE

Calm

Raphael is, for the most part, a very reserved wolf; his peaceful nature can often be soothing to others and his lighthearted demeanor is welcoming to both wolves and on occasion other animals as well. Raph prefers talking and battles of wit rather than physical fights, although with his great size he is more than capable of protecting himself.

Kind  

The Light Bringer is known for his random acts of kindness, the man hates death regardless of species and can’t stand to see others in pain, both physically and emotionally. Although he isn’t a healer himself he will do what he can to comfort those in need. He respects that animals need to die so he may live and often prays to thank them for their sacrifice before he eats.

Practical

Although he is gentle and respectful Raphael is no fool. He knows that sometimes violence and death are a necessary means to a peaceful end and when the time calls for it he forgoes peace and pushes for war. He isn’t much of a fighter himself but will fight boldly and with all his effort if there is a need for it. Ultimately, he is more logical than he is kind and  will always choose what is necessary over what is morally right.

Scholarly

In his four years, Raphael has learned many things and met many other wolves and has, with every experience learned something new. He refers to these experiences when giving advice and for the most part the lessons he has learned in his time. He prefers to take the role of a wise advisor rather than that of a hunter or fighter, and although he sees the benefit of being a healer he is best at reading the signs in nature and navigating by the stars.

Role Play Sample:

He stepped onto the shore calmly, his large paws carrying him gently over the sand and deeper inland. He had come to this strange place, so far from home with the intent of finding his brothers- Michael and Gabriel. Gabriel’s disappearance had been alarming to The Light Bringer, although Micheal’s disappearance soon afterwards hardly came a surprise. Michael's wrath was well known to the male and the thought of Gabriel abandoning them most likely hadn’t sat well with him.


He moved further inland, surveying the plants that grew, the scents that wafted on the wind, the animals and birds that fled out of fear of him. A beautiful place really, one he wouldn’t mind staying in, but family came first and he needed to focus. He tipped his nose to the ground searching for any sign of his brothers and instead caught the scent of The Serpent. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the land before him. Lucifer was here, could he be why Gabe left? He muttered a curse and continued to move forward, blue eyes searching through the darkness for any sign of movement that didn’t come from anything non-wolf. What was going on? He needed to find Michael, for all his brutishness he had no doubt the man would be able to clue him in on what Lucifer and his spawn were doing in this strange place and how Gabe had gotten wrapped up in whatever heresy The Serpent was planning. He raised his head to the sky and cried out melodiously; Michael...

-throws Raph at Fen- Take him he's all yours <3

OC Name: Keno
Name: Uriel Morningstar
Design: Uriel -- Medium Build -- 40"
Appearance:

Uriel is a beauty, an angel fallen from heaven as some may say. Her body, despite being tall, is willowy and graceful, a dancer upon her paw Her coat is fairly thick, particularly on her ruff and glorious tail. She bears a slender muzzle and short, rounded ears. While her build might suggest a moderate amount of power Uriel is more delicate than she might appear. Hers is a frame that borders medium to light, just enough so that it pushes on the medium side a tad more due to the fluffy nature of her fur and the muscles upon her legs. Her true strength however lies in her speed, wit, and loyalty rather than brute force.

Her coat is even more striking than her build, featuring colors both light and dark. Her base coat, surprisingly, is a rich cream that remains provident upon the midsection sections of her belly, shoulders, ears, face, tail, and legs. The color lights as it trails downward, going from rich cream to a lighter cream to a soft grayed tan. This duller color reaches up her paws, trailing along her belly and shoulder points. It also graces her hindquarters and undertail along with her face and lower parts of her ruff. There are parts on her face, as well as her ruff and ear tips where this color darkens to more of a charcoal gray. This gray runs along the front of her forelegs for a brief moment, upon her chest, and stretches along her back, particularly above her shoulder and her upper thighs. Finally the charcoal color trails down the top of her til where it caps the very tip of it.

The lightest part on Uriel is upon the small of her back where it is a lighter off-white color. This same shade graces her chin and rolls down to the charcoal color on her neck. To touch up on the exact markings of her face her initial mask is the rich cream, her eyes outlined by the grayed tan color. This tan reaches up towards her ears and coats their insides while their base is the rich cream. She has tan brow dots that rest above her eyes and, from them reaches a strip of charcoal gray on either side of her face towards her cheeks. The most interesting mark upon her face however is a darker patch of fur within the charcoal gray color that is outlined by a touch of the tan, almost giving the appearance of divine mark, she claims. A bit of ebony also spreads from her dark nose, marking the last of her fur with a different color.

Uriel’s eyes are soft, abright mint that shine with light and reveal the gentle soul that resides within. Her claws and pawpads are a soft ebony as well, the darkest color upon her body save for her nose and nose marking.

Personality:

Uriel is a young woman who, while she starts out with a lawful neutral base can also lean towards the neutral good side of the spectrum. Uriel is, in many ways, naive and misguided, believing that the Lord Father’s word is law and above them all, that they should listen to him without question… just as Abba desires. But on the other paw the young woman yearns for the time when she and her brother were small, before Samael fell. To see one of her own siblings cast out as a sinner has taken a toll on her heart, and seeing her nieces and nephews damage her moreso. She is afraid, questioning what is right and wrong, and looking to her older siblings to help make sure she is on the right path. This feels like a dark time for her… where she is struggling to find the path back to the just and light before darkness swallows her whole.

Regardless of these mixed feelings Uriel is hard working as a Guardian for the lord, an angel descended to Heaven if there was one. Hers is a pure heart, a gentle heart, and is one who does not believe in fighting or death. No, Uriel is a pacifist, a healer, and one who is there when others need her. She is reliable and hardworking, and though she yearns for children of her own {having a tad bit of jealousy towards Samael for his} she respects her Father’s laws and does not stray from them. She is honest, and speaks her emotions freely… and is perhaps one of the more merciful of her siblings. She does not believe that Samael’s broods should have been killed, though her fear of the Lord Father kept her from opening her maw.

Bottom line Uriel is still very much like a child who wants to see the good in everyone and everything. Those who commit heinous acts such as rape and murder puzzle her, and the femme will often times argue within herself what might drive a creature to those acts and if it was done justly or not. Despite her naivety Uriel is also very soft and tender when it comes to creatures smaller than herself, almost motherly, as is seen by how she takes care of her dear companion, an albino mourning dove by the name of Shri.

Role Play Sample:

It was with a furrowed brow that young Uriel looked to her small companion Shri. How long had it been since Samael had fallen? She had not spoken his name aloud since that day, hesitant to refer to him as Lucifer herself. What he had done was wrong in the eyes of their Lord Father, and sure, even questionable in her own eyes, but at the same time he was still her brother. He was her flesh and blood… could she fault him for his shortcomings? Even now she felt those mixed feelings of uncertainty rising… Her ears flicked back and minty eyes flicked towards the sky, whispering softly to herself. “Oh mighty Lord Father… I am lost. I know what it is you wish… but… I…” She trailed off and let out a sigh before closing her eyes.

Shri had been with Uriel for a long time; since the girl was about a year old. She knew her pains, her sadness, and took it on as her own. The mourning dove canted her head to the side, a shrill voice speaking up. “You have doubts in the Lord, don’t you?” Shri asked softly, gently, knowing the delicate subject that she was about to wing over with her dear sister.

Uriel’s eyes snapped open. “W-what?! N-no! No! Don’t be ridiculous Shri. Our Lord Father’s word is law… it… it will be done. It’s just... I feel sadly for our brother. Sympathetic I guess you could say.” She did not meet Shri’s gaze again. “I’m just… wondering if there might be another way to purify him is all.” She spoke with a dignified tone, half trying to convince herself that what she was saying was the truth. Uriel sighed even deeper this time, her gaze focused on the horizon.

“Our Father was right in the fact our brother sinned…” Uriel bit her lip. What was she trying to say? She didn’t understand why the litters needed to be killed in order for their brother to be forgiven, to be allowed back into the light? That she partially agreed with Samael’s choice? “Is there any way to redeem him, Shri?” Both wolf and dove fell silent for a long, long moment. It was an eternal question was it not? Could darkness return to the light… if light could fall to darkness?

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--15 to 18 Wingspan--
Wingspan for Dove

Annnnnndddd sold to keno <3 uriel is all yours