when the winds change.

History:
Not too long ago, a natural disaster swallowed four seasonal tribes in a land away from Alacritia, an earthquake much like that that hit the lands itself. It is believed that these two lands were linked, and Alacritia would be eternal paradise for the surviving 12 wolves. Spoken to by their passing ancestors, the wolves found a new home in Alacritia. These wolves were unique, in their names and birth season. All of which 2 years of age, explored new frontiers and settled. The young wolves were four trios of siblings, each the children of the four seasonal tribe leaders, Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. They are looked upon as mother figures, as they parented the wolves their entire life.

Each tribe was in colors like their season, as below said.
`WINTER SIBLINGS - They are usually skinny and lithe, with white to grey-blue pelts, and cool colored eyes, but bicolored eyes and warm colored are not uncommon.
`SPRING SIBLINGS - These wolves are usually bright colored and cheerful in attitude. They can have any color of eyes, and even albinism and melanestic pelts are possible.
`SUMMER SIBLINGS - These wolves are medium sized and bright and cheerful as well, and usually are warm toned with russets, creams, and browns. Any color of eyes can occur, but mostly warm colored eyes exist.
`AUTUMN SIBLINGS - These wolves are frail and graceful, with brown and golden pelts, due to their habits of breeding for camouflage traits for hunting. Any color of eyes are possible here.

Adoptables:

SPRING SIBLINGS

March "Mar" Kalendae

April "Prim" Kalendae

May Kalendae

SUMMER SIBLINGS

June Kalendae -- Adopted and Played by fawn!

July "Jules" Kalendae

August "Gus" Kalendae -- Played by Starry (Me!)

AUTUMN SIBLINGS

September "Timber" Kalendae

October "Toby" Kalendae -- Adopted by Eldarwen!

November "Novi" Kalendae

WINTER SIBLINGS -

December "Dex" Kalendae

January "Jan" Kalendae

Febuary "Rue" Kalendae -- Adopted and Played by Denden!

Each sibling's birth season is their group's season name. When you create the profile, make their username be their month name, but in their profile, put the name like they are in the Adoptables section above. Thanks! Also, you may create your own design, as I will provide none, BUT they must stay in their categories in terms of colors. Spring can be any color you wish, even purchasable colors. I WANT THESE CHARACTERS ACTIVE. IF I DO NOT SEE YOU PLAYING THEM, I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO READOPT THEM OUT TO A MORE ACTIVE PLAYER. If you do a WIP, it must be completed within a week of posting, otherwise it will be ignored and you will have to repost.

when the stars align.

♔ THANKS REE

Sorry, but as much as I would have liked October, I'm going to have to give him up.

Name: December "Dec" Kalendae (I think I like Dec better)
Season Group: Winter
Gender: Male
Appearance: December is built well, he has broad well muscled shoulders and strong elongated legs and tail. His figure is mostly of medium build, with his long limbs and back. His features are handsome with a long distinguished snout and high cheekbones. His ears are slightly rounded and his eyes are sharp and noble to go along with his royal form. His pelt is always well groomed, almost meticulously so. The fur that covers him is rather soft and very supple, though it changes drastically with the seasons. Brilliant white fur covers most of his muscular body, but upon the bridge of his nose, underneath his eyes, and the fur of his ears are a chocolate brown. As well as a saddle upon his back and a long arrowhead that sits upon his haunches and extends half way down his tail. A lighter dusty grey adorns the top of his neck and ends where the chocolate arrow begins. The back of his legs have the same dust color with the chocolate dipping his toes. His features are finished by icy blue eyes that resemble the color of snow.

Personality: The pale man is very much an arrogant wolf, its not that he was born into a royal family but he feels as though he is very much better than any other wolf. His superiority complex doesn't show through towards his family as much, as they share his blood and so are more worthy than most. He's not big on gloating, but deep within he knows his blood is worth more.

The man is not particularly violent, but when the opportunity arises he will not back out of causing a bit of pain. When you believe you are above every other creature its easy to shrug off their discomfort. Though he very much does not care for the well being of others the pale wolf can be extremely loyal. It takes quite a bot of proving, but once he's found an accomplice worthy of his presence its hard to shake him off.

RP Sample: I would like for it to be a nice lengthy one that proves your roleplaying skills.

FRESH PRESSED SUIT AND TIE unimpressed birds sing and die Name: November Season Group: Fall Appearance: The boy is a large one, towering over August and any other siblings that are medium or smaller. He is thirty-six inches tall, and he is one heavy wolf, even if most of it is muscle. His fur is fluffy, but not too fluffy, and he looks even larger than he really is because of it. The way he carries himself is like he was royalty, which he was taught to believe, a little, because he was named after the last month of fall. He has plenty of scars, but hardly any are visible underneath his thick fur. The worst scar is a large wound that almost killed him. It is hidden underneath his fur, but it causes him to wince in pain every time he has to move his back too much. If fur didn't cover it, any nice wolf would flinch. At one time, the bone had been showing, and the scars that surround it aren't the prettiest, either. November is a crisp brown, almost the color of dead leaves; but mainly, his fur color could be described as the same fur color as August's. He has no golds like the rest of his siblings, as the only color that his markings are two brown colors, each making him beautiful in his own way. The boy has big socks on all four paws, and the color of these are a reddish brown that is only a little darker than his base fur color. The color is almost nowhere else, except for at the end of his bushy tail, where it looks like the boy had drug his tail through paint. The last color brown is the chocolate brown that August has, and he looks so strange looking with it. The color begins at his neck, where it hardly touches his bottom jaw, and moves downward. It goes down past his chest, where a tiny white spot rests without bothering anything. At last, the color ends at his stomach, or the end of his stomach, where no other colors are at. The thing that really makes November stand out from his siblings, though, is his bright eye color. Most wolves would have expected him to have orange or amber eyes, but, instead, his eyes are as vibrant as they would be if he was a spring wolf. One eye, his right eye, is a vibrant violet that stands out against his dark fur. His right eye is a teal color, or more of a mix between light blue and light green. His right eye looks more light green than blue, though. Personality: November has a nickname other than Novi, and that nickname is Four; he seems to only have four fears. Of course, he has more than four fears, but these four fears are the only ones he tells any wolf about. But, even if it meant saving his siblings, November would face any of these fears, even if it was one of the ones he is terrified of. He loves his family, and he is loyal to any friends, but one thing he would die for is love; if he likes a wolf, he would kill for them, or even die for them if he had to. He acts like he wouldn't care, but that would be the worst lie he has ever told a wolf. He isn't a very loud wolf, and he is determined, but that silent determination is something that may annoy other wolves, sometimes. He loves to have a competition every once in a while, and one of them is his love for hunting something down by himself, even if it may be dangerous for him to do it. Another thing he loves to do is swim, and he loves feeling the cold water underneath his paws. No, he doesn't always swim, but he loves to keep swimming in water more than anything else, so that he can be graceful at it. Even if he is a determined wolf, and quiet, November has a very short temper, and it doesn't take much to make him as mad as he can be, which, even for a calm wolf, is very mad. He hates loud noises, which is one of his fears that no wolf knows, and he has a great fear of heights, which he is trying to get rid of. Another fear that no wolf knows about is the fear of fire; he tries his best to avoid fire without any wolf noticing that he is. The second fear that other wolves know about is a rational one, and this one is the fear of seeing his family die before his very eyes. Even if he is afraid of loosing his family, he would try to get over it, and be the tough wolf that everyone knows him as. He has to be strong, so his siblings will follow him, and there is no better way than to be a wolf that only seems to have four fears. Four fears, and the rest a secret that only he knows about. That will be his dream, and he hopes to be a legend because of it. Even if he isn't a wolf that tells everything about himself, once you get to know him, he can be one of the kindest wolves, with a soft spot for his siblings and his friends. That friendliness is just one thing about his love for his family, and he would rescue them from anything if he had to, even if it meant dying, or killing. In fact, one of the reasons he will come to Alacrita, is to find one of his siblings. That love for his family would bring him that far. And that is just one thing he would do for his family. RP Sample: Pain spread through his back as he moved forwards slowly, blood staining his brown fur as he struggled to swim through the water, not too far from the bank nearby. November sat down heavily once the water was shallow enough, and looked at the wound on his back, flinching when he saw it. He saw white bone, standing out against the blood, and whimpered as he decided to lick the wound. Pain speared through him when he did, and he whimpered, closing his bi colored eyes from all the pain, and flopped down on his stomach, ignoring the pain in his back as he did this. If any of the others saw him like this, they would whimper and ask if he was okay, even though it was clear that he was far from it. "I'm pathetic. I tried to protect my own siblings, and not only did i manage to loose them in the storm, I'm half dead. Real good, Four." He muttered to himself, opening his eyes again and tilting his head as he heard something make its way towards him. A snarl ripped itself from his throat as he struggled to his paws slowly, his eyes narrowed and his ears back. After a moment, though, he relaxed and sat down, muttering to himself as he did this. "If something comes, I might as well go down fighting. It'd be the heroic way." Muttering to himself softly, November decided to keep an eye out for the creature, hoping that it wasn't anything unfriendly, or something that might try to hurt him. "Stupid wolves. You always talk to yourselves whenever you think you're dying. But you're a strange one, Four, I'll grant you that. I might even help you." The creature said, and stepped into the open, making November tilt his head in confusion before the creature, which looked like a cat, spoke again, it's voice tinged with annoyance. "I'm a serval. A Leptailurus serval, if you want to be all proper. But I prefer to just be called a serval, or Rewind." The cat, a serval said, and paused, waiting for him to introduce himself, he guessed. But the sight of the creature made him pause, and he managed to speak a few words, staring into the serval's light green eyes. "My name is November. November Kalendae. But you can call me either Novi or Four, if you want." He said softly, as the serval, Rewind, snorted and shook her head elegantly, making him wonder how she was so calm. "Well, Four, I might as well not even sugarcoat things for you. You're badly hurt, and that wound will get infected if you don't let me help you. If your wound gets infected, it's probably going to kill you. So, if you want to live, and not die a horrible death, follow me." She said, simply, and November rose to his paws, and followed the serval into the forest. "So, 'healer Rewind', where are we even going? Or do you even know were we are, yourself?" November said, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he followed the tiny cat in front of him through the forest blindly, wincing with every step. "Well, Four, I do know where we're going, and I won't help you if you keep acting like that. But, I'll only help you if you get me off this stupid island." Rewind said, softly, as November realized that this little cat must make him more talkative than he usually was. Tilting his head, he watched her jump over a tree with such grace that he tried to do it himself, making his first big mistake. Pain dug into his back, and he stumbled, crashing onto the ground with such force that the wound on his back, which had stopped bleeding, started again. He was in so much pain that he couldn't move. Suddenly, he heard the soft pawsteps of Rewind racing back, and after a short blink, saw her standing over him, with light green eyes widened in what seemed to be fear. "Hey, Four, are you okay?" She said, in a voice that was gentle. Then, she realized her mistake, and added something. "Wouldn't want you to die without helping me." November struggled to his paws, wincing at the pain in his back again, and stared down at the tiny cat at his paws, who was staring up at him. "Yeah. I'm fine. Don't worry about me, 'healer Rewind.'" He said, and the two were traveling again.

WE'LL NEVER BE ROYALS IT DON'T RUN IN OUR BLOOD Name: February Season Group: Winter Appearance: (Design ref) February is nothing special, as the month itself usually is. She has a pale coat, with very scant markings, and is a lithe woman in just about every sense of the word. Build: Standing at 35 inches in height, the lady is nothing special in that regard, if a little on the taller side. Hips and shoulders are petite, giving her a delicate appearance. Her curves are not extremely pronounced, but one cannot deny that they exist, despite her infrequent use of them to her benefit. Her legs are long, holding her high and regal, and ending in tea cupped paws. Her cranium is dainty, with high, defined cheekbones and a long, tapering muzzle. Her ears are tall and sensitive to every little sound, apt to flick and twitch atop her crown. Coat: A thick, plush pelt was blessed upon the femme. It holds the palest alabaster hues, and is soft as silk. She possesses a thick ruff and tail fur, the long strands giving her a little more protection against winter's bite. Two bands of pale ashen tones wrap about her forelegs, just above her ankles. Similar colours form a partial band about her muzzle, stripes painted down the sides of her snout. Her long plume is dipped in that very tone at the tip. Eyes: The large, enchanting pools of the pale dame as strangely bright. Lovely magenta pigments swirl about her iris' and stand out against her face. They sparkle and glint, and capture the attention of all who meet her gaze. Other: February, strangely enough, bears the scent of rose blossoms. Alluring and faint, it trails along her path and marks it as hers. Her voice is lovely, a feminine alto the rings strong when she speaks. Her laughter is something else, a tinkling sound similar to the chiming of tiny bells. She loves to sing, and often enough is found doing it, her vocals like a river of honey. Personality: February is not the most bubbly woman, more apt to simply dip her head in greeting and smile. However, neither is she cold and distant. When one comes to meet this woman, she is more likely to greet them kindly, politely, and grows close to others eventually. She does not have a problem with talking to others, she is comfortable sharing things every now and again if it's needed. When she is having a bad day, it is not unheard of for her to share her qualms with strangers or her family and friends. She enjoys having fun, laughing with her family and friends. She finds there should always be a time to spend enjoying oneself and letting the days troubles slip away. However, that does not mean she frolics about like a child and plays with mud. February is often known to take a male to bed every now and again, one of her many traits. She doesn't see the sense in saving oneself for that 'special someone' when they might not come for years. A girl's got needs, you know? However, this does not means she sleeps with every man she meets, more like those she finds to be attractive, and wouldn't mind sleeping with. C'est l'amour. The lady has a temper, but nothing worth fretting over. If someone crosses a line, she will make sure they are put into their place. Not one to resort to violence, she will usually give them a serious tongue lashing and leave it at that. Violence is an unnecessary, messy thing that she tries to avoid as much as possible. RP Sample: The alabaster femme trotted across the barren tundra, letting out a deep sigh as she meandered about in search of something to pass the time. Her ash tipped plume swung at her heels, brushing against them as she strode along. Her magenta hued pools scanned the horizon, the magnificent mountains in the distance coaxing a glimmer of admiration in those brightly coloured optics. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble, shuddering to life under her pale paws. A yelp of shock escaped her regal maw, and her eyes widened. The pebbles bounced upon the terra around her, the scant grass whipping from side to side. The quaking intensified, making it hard to keep her footing. All the grace and poise she usually had was gone as she stumbled into a run, searching for somewhere to hide. Where were her siblings? Her cousins? Was everyone else feeling this terrible shaking? Ivory paws struck the shivering terrain awkwardly as she cantered to the south, frantic for reprieve. Suddenly, everything seemed to explode, and the ground beneath her gave way. Seeing no other option, the porcelain lady leaped towards the sun, in hopes she would find the ground again. Sailing through the air, dirt caught in her eyes and forced them shut. She was blind, and in free fall for all she knew. No sooner had that thought crossed her mind than her feet struck the ground with such force that she crumpled like a sheet of paper. Panting, mauve orbs flew open as she took in her surroundings. Safe, for now. The ground still heaved violently beneath her, and her tail seemed to be hanging over the edge of a newly formed chasm. The permafrost had given way to a long well that could lead anywhere. A deep, shaking breath was all she allowed herself as the pallid wolfess hauled herself to her feet. Without further ado, she was off again. The woman ran as fast as she could, heading for the clearing where they usually gathered. Was everyone alright? She would have to wait and see, by the look of things. Tall audits were plastered to her tiara as she ran, the loud upheaval proving painful on her eardrums. Soon, flat land gave way to a sparse forest of conifers. She would be there soon, and see what the leaders wanted them to do now. THAT KIND OF LUXE JUST AIN'T FOR USFebruary

Denden, I love her design and her personality, and how you've described her, and I really love your roleplaying style. You get Feburary!

EDIT: As for the WIP applications, they must be completed by May 1st at 4:30PM Alacritis Time.

Name: May
Season Group: Spring
Appearance: Standing at a height of 25 inches,May has a lightly-built, greyhound-like structured frame that enables her to be more suited for speed rather than strength there for. pursuing deer and hunting is more suited to her skills. her fur is typically consisting of a grizzled grayish-brown colouration mixed with cinnamon tinge while the flanks and chest are rufous or creamy, while the nape, shoulder and tail region are a mix of black and gray. her eyes seem to be the main feature of her appearance and seems to be the main thing she is complemented for as the, deep honey shaded orbs that are further enhanced and stand out due to the shading of her pelt Must meet Alacritis' appearance guidelines, and you must be able to play for extra colours if needed.
Personality:May doesn't always know what to say around strangers which causes her to stumble over her words a lot. Despite her shyness, she loves being around other. She's a very social creature and feels safer in a pack environment. Her loyalty and willingness to please sometimes makes it easy to for her to be taken advantage of as she often can't bring herself to say no and puts others first. She will do her very best to help out her packmates and loved ones, no matter what the cost. may is dependable; if she says that she will do something she will do it. If she can't, you can be sure that she tried damn hard. may means well with all she does and she almost never has a bad thing to do or say about anybody. For her to say something rude to or about another, they would have to have done something that went against her core beliefs. She forgives easier than most but never forgets, as she usually forgives more for herself than for the sake of the other varg. Part of the reason may is so sweet is because she is so compassionate. She always tries to put herself in others' shoes so that she can understand their situation. She takes what others say to her very literally. She just doesn't understand why anyone would lie or be sarcastic. She believes that everyone is good or at least has good somewhere within them. This has put her in danger many times in the past and probably will continue to. She believes that every living or once living thing is connected somehow and that all living creatures are born to play a specific role in life. She also believes in spirit guides and so on. may believes that there is one true love out there for everybody and is on the search for her own soul mate. may's parents made sure that she was taught proper etiquette, as a result she rarely forgets her manners.
Same as above, but no mental disorders.
RP Sample:Autumn was a beautiful season a mix of reds and oranges and other burnt and warm colours lingered in the air the forest path was lined with dead leaves that had fallen and gracefully danced though the air before landing on the hardened soil. The leaves only settled for a moment before rusty paws scattered them again. A mixed colour wolf ran though the urban scenery her pelt matching the season perfectly. The female stopped as her ears pecked and rotated upon her head before she stalked over to a tree piercing hazel eyes bore up in to the leaves before she leaped upwards.

Her black talons scarped the bark of the tree before she landed again with a soft snarl emerging from her chest before sprung again. To those on looking she must have looked crazy as she seemed to be trying to climb a tree finally she stopped though she balanced on her hind legs and rested her fore-paws on the hard back her long tail swayed lightly as she folded her ears back- come one hurry up-she snarled to herself as she cocked her head to the side- I would like for it to be a nice lengthy one that proves your roleplaying skills.

Name: November
Season Group: Autumn
Appearance:

Personality:
- Loyal
- Passionate
- Resourceful
- Observant
- Dynamic
- Jealous
- Obsessive
- Suspicious
- Unyielding
Relationships with Novi are always complicated, her relationships are a series of extremes, she can even be downright moody for no apparent reason. Novi is known for her possessiveness and jealousy but on the other hand, she is extremely loyal. Novi has an excellent memory and combined with an inability to let things go, she can hold a grudge against someone who did her harm forever, in fact Novi rarely if never forgives and forgets. On the other hand, she will always remember a kind gesture forever and repay it. Any kind selfless gesture done to her will gain trust and respect which is extremely important to her in any relationship, either romantic or not. The best advice is to be honest with Novi and in return, you will gain an amazing friend you will never forget and who will be loyal to you and never make false promises.
Novi is extremely ambitious, persistent and determined which is shown through a power hungry, controlling attitude. Not in a stubborn sense however, because she will work for what she wants and control will justified reasons. This is obvious to any onlooker. She never gives up, she is so determined to reach her goal. The key to this success is her flexibility. She is able to re-survey a situation and take a different approach if necessary. This makes her very adaptable and versatile. Novi is a fierce competitor, combined with her power of observation and her excellent memory, she will recall facts and when necessary, bring them to the table at the time of need. She will win justly, with proper facts and arguments to support her thoughts and opinions. Novi is excellent at restoring order to a chaotic situation and she is just as capable of manipulating for her own greed and benefit.
RP Sample:
Pending

I finished, by the way.

Croatoan, I would like to wait until Ely is Madieke is done with Novi before I decide who gets him/her.

So, Eld keeps making designs for people to use. Maybe it'll attract more people to adopt Kalendae babies

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten

More are likely to come at this rate. XD

Eldarwen gets October/Toby! Have fun playing with him!

Name: July "Jules" Kalendae
Season Group: Summer
Appearance:



Personality: loyal -- devoted -- vibrant -- loving
Named after the season of his birth, Jules is a warm and vibrant creature. His personality seems to find a happy medium between his youngest and oldest sibling; he is not nearly as brave as Gus, but he is not as shy as June. He is a good friend to those who treat him well, but a great enemy to those who get on his bad side. He is quick to laugh, but just as quick to anger; he tends to have a fiery temper when provoked or when his family is threatened. He is as vibrant as wildfire at times, his emotions as bright as the sun -- his joy is overpowering and comes often and easily, just as his anger can spread when necessary. For the most part, however, he is a rather calm man, finding great happiness in remaining peaceful and content.

RP Sample:



WIP.

Nevermind, but thank you

Name: Novi

Season Group: Autumn

Appearance:

Novi is quite the interesting gal with tints of autumn colors in her fur. She has a nice brown color for her base coat that is similar to that of dried up leaves. She has hints of a rusty color scattered as well as a light golden color that can be compared to a dried up red leaves from the falling of trees. These rusty colors blend into her pelt's brown colors very well. She has a light creme base that covers her ears and by her eyes as well as her sides and legs and bottom of her chest. She has light amber eyes that often shine with pride of all that she accomplishes, or hopes to accomplish, in life. The girl is light and built to be a hunter. She is lithe and light on her feet as she stands a decent 32 inches tall. Tall enough to be considered a medium wolf. Her fur is rather ragged and soft.

Personality:
The brave warrior lives for the hunt. Whether it is for sport or survival she never passes up the opportunity to hunt prey. She was a natural born hunter and it makes her a little stubborn and arrogant. While not stupid enough to try and take down large and dangerous prey alone, she believes there isn't an animal in the world that she can't take down, even if it includes getting some help to do so.

Novi, true to her chaotic neutral alignment, is an individualist first and last. She won't strive to protect the freedom of others unless they mean something dear to her and she values her own freedom more than anything except her life. If she had to choose between the two she would choose life over freedom. She doesn't hold necessarily to pack laws or traditions unless she agrees with them. She is also bold and brave. She is not afraid to stand up for what she believes in.

Her personality is subject to change depending on IC plots if I were to recieve this wonderful character to RP.

RP Sample:

Her soft and ragged fur swept around slowly in the wind as her eyes fell upon the deer. If only she had another wolf to aid her in her quest to take down the dangerous beast... a deer. She spotted the herd and pursued them carefully, her eyes on one of the old and weak ones that would be easy to take down. She was up for a challenge that day and so she looked away from the oldest and weakest ones and towards the antlered leader of the herd. She let her tongue slide quickly across her lips as she stared at them.


Now to snag a wolf into helping me take this might fine one down. She told herself as she wished October or September were there. They had the right pelt, the right camouflage to help her with the task with little harm to scare the beasts away. Her eyes shifted as she pushed on in the other direction. She hissed slightly at herself in disappointment. How could she have let them go? No, she'd find another wolf to aid her in her glorious revolution. She'd find a wolf to help her get her job done. She would get her food. She would get her prize. She would succeed. She needed to.

Haii..... Den would like to return February and put her back up for adoption. Sorry Starry, I just don't have the muse for her right now and I have a hard time keeping wolves of lighter alignments xD Super duper sorry, I feel guilty for doing this but I'd rather give her back than have her fall inactive and be a thorn in your side.