Roshan Faelan

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  • Name: Roshan Faelan
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: Kacela

• Playstyles Chart

  Always	Sometimes	Maybe	Never
  Always Unsocial On alert Caring	Sometimes Evil Trusting Kind	Maybe Mean Defensive Grouchy	Never Playful

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  Pack: Lupita Mal'ak
  
  Rank: Beta
  
  Nicknames: Rosh, Roshy
  
  Mate: Never had one
  
  Age: 15 when died
  
  Leader: Mauston
  
  Personality: Very unsocial, hard to gain her trust, very few people she can call friends, also very protective over the people she likes or trusts.
  
  Coloring: Brown back, top of her head and her ears. White torso and Fox orange stomach with white paws. Bright yellow eyes.

• Previous desc

  [Roshan - bright][Faelan - little wolf] Pads lightly touch the ground. Claws dig into the brown earth below. Eyes open to reveal a startling yellow. Thats when you realize the shadow you saw come down the slope was a wolf. The wolfs massive head turned toward you and then in one fluid movement the wolf bounded into the deep forest wall.[pack:Lupita Mal'ak(Dispersed)][ @<(^-^<) *chases cookie* ][R.I.P.][Previously: Beta]

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• History

  A small runt pup born on a dark cloudy day, given a double name Roshan Faelan, as soon as her eyes opened. Pup grew like any other but stayed smaller then other wolves, never gaining huge muscles meant for tackling deer but gaining speed instead. Her name was given Roshan, meaning Bright, and Faelan meaning little wolf. Roshan Faelan, who was nicknamed Roshy had always learned a bit faster then her siblings.
  
  The year past as she had learned all the necessary skills needed to survive on her own. Alass fate was not quite on her side as she departed, storms shook the earth and a long week of rain, and flooding followed her new life. Packs not wanting to take her in because they believed her size to be a nuisance, and her fox orange belly also turned them off seeing as it would make prey see her alot easier then other wolves. Roshan wandered around as a loner for two years, going from land to land in search of a pack to join.
  
  Finally as a three year old wolf, she met one. A sleek, built two year old wolf was aspiring to create her own pack, to claim land, and conqure her foes. Rosh had met Mauston, the two became quick friends, ranks astablished quickly as Mauston as the leader and Rosh as Beta. The two conffered for a long time and finally came up with the packs name, Lupita Mal'ak, meaning 'The river of the angel wolf.' Territory was found quickly in a nice place the locals called Alaskan Wolven Woodlands or shorter being known as AWW. Wolves slowly joined the new formed pack, names faded from memories except for the few exceptions she had remembered well, Syriven, a bold and fun wolf. Then Neefoo fun loving and hating war, prefering peace like Rosh had.
  
  Life slowly passed in the pack, the group hunting together, having the occational pups, going through droughts, floods, prey shortage, the works. Slowly the pack of around 20 wolves had dwindled to the few remaining members. Wolves died from sickness, starvation, and most of them moved on to find better packs in times of pain and suffering. Finally the few left were Mauston, Neefoo, Syriven, a few other who's names evade me even now, and of course myself. Days passed slowly, prey was easy to get for the remaining members, but then the unthinkable happened. Mauston had vanished, Roshan herself never found out where the Alpha had gone but she tried to keep the pack together, but being unsociable for those first two years in the wild was not easy to beat. Now at the age of eight years Roshan could only watch as everyone but herself and Neefoo had gone. Rosh despaired over the broken pack, and she herself left after much talking to Neefoo.
  
  Roshan lived peacefully in the wild, moving from place to place as her years got on. Reaching 12 years was no easy thing for Rosh for she desired only to die and find once again happiness of a pack. The old female could not however die, she had left something behind, her homeland, the place she was first accepted. Roshan took 2 years of getting directions from local wolves, most left her be seeing as they could smell death approaching the lone wolf. Finally the wolf had reached the place though. Her eyes watered in sadness seeing as she could not die in the place she wished, another pack had moved into their old territory, but Roshan settled for her favorite perch, rocks stacked against the river, it was the place she had gone to be alone. Memories rooted through her mind, her last wish was to see someone she knew. She got that wish, for shortly after she had settled down a familiar pelt and voice appeared in the form of an older Neefoo. Her bright yellow eyes watered as the were reunited and had small talk, but for Rosh it was difficult seeing as her voice had gone hoarse as she got older. Finally though Roshan was able to mutter a goodbye. Her eyes closing never to open again....