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 Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 5:49 pm
On nights when the moon is high and as round as a 50-cent coin, some noodles find themselves in tune with their inner beast. Except this poor b*****d. While everyone else becomes big balls of predatorial fluff, this guy becomes...normal. It's every other part of the month that he's a big ball of predatorial fluff. So...how did it happen? What made this guy a wolfwere instead of a werewolf? How differently does he act between forms, if at all? And whose blood are on his paws? And...why? You tell me! This is running now( 9PM EST/6PM PST, July 22nd) for 24 hours( 9PM EST/6PM PST, July 23rd). This contest is also for low-luck people, only. You do NOT have to be a newbie, but you can not have received any noodles during the month of July 2011. None! :U No customs, breedings, gifts, games, anything! The form!
[color=lightblue][b][size=18]Ahoooo! Werewolves of LN![/size][/b][/color]
[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Personality as a Noodle:[/b]
[b]Personality as a Wolf:[/b]
[b]How He Became a Wolfwere:[/b] (Formal RP format; this should be the bulk of your entry; Note that he could have been a werewolf before being a wolfwere)
[b]Whose Blood Is On My Paws?:[/b] (Formal RP format; up to about two paragraphs, methinks)
Before you go posting away, be aware of this fact: Only those that are magically inclined or can see curses are able to see what we see of this boy: half fox, half wolf. On the average day and night, foxes without any magical ability see him as a large white wolf. On full moon nights, they see him as a normal skin-colored noodle.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 5:37 pm
Ahoooo! Werewolves of LN!
Username: irishgirl1017
Name: Fiáin
Personality as a Noodle: Cunning
Personality as a Wolf: Loner
How He Became a Wolfwere: Sitting in a darkened corner a sound of pain was heard, the mother labored heavily to deliver her pup. Standing off to the side her mate waited anxiously awaiting the fate of his offspring. "Will he be animal hearted or human hearted?" he pondered. "Either is a curse and a blessing but to some its both." "May the gods grant him the strength to endure his fate" he muttered. Suddenly a cry was heard the mother breathing heavily thumped her head back onto the cool dry earth. "Which is our offspring my love?" she asked in a whisper. "What has fate decided for our only offspring?" she cried.
Her mate nuzzled his only offspring and opened his senses. He is a wolfwere, animal hearted his curse will be that of transforming into a human only after his "powers" are unlocked once he reaches puberty. "If he matures to puberty" his father muttered. "My love tell me!" his mate demanded. "He is animal hearted my mate, do not fear. I will teach him what he needs to know and teach him well I will" "Our son will survive that is my promise to you, rest now my love." he bade her. "Very well I will rest awake me when he needs to feed" she muttered sleepily. The young pup unaware of his fate slept soundly next to him mother. This is the beginning of Fiain.
Whose Blood Is On My Paws?: Sounds of running paws filled his ears, the smell of skin and swear and most of all blood filled the air he breathed. His eyes blazed with fury, his teeth clenched, his claws fully contracted, his chest heaved and the only thought was "Kill him, destroy him, rip him to shreds for the disgrace and inhumane thing he done to his family". Running with every ounce of speed and strength he ran blind, the fury inside consuming him to the point he was not aware of anything around him.
Suddenly a stabbing searing pain made him misstep and go crashing to the ground. Shaking his head he looked down at his side and surprise filled him then utter rage, he was wounded by the very thing he hunted. Determined to fight and rid himself of his enemy he stood. Focused his senses and waited, there off to his left was a minute trace of blood. Turning he approached then stopped, something did not feel right he back stepped just as his enemy sprang from the right. Anticiapating this he turned and slashed at the throat of the male who killed his father. Blind rage and fury took over how long he slashed he did not know. Suddenly the pounding in his head and ears slowed and silence filled it, the smell of blood filled the air. Looking down his enemy laid half in his arms half on the ground staring at him with dead blank eyes "Finally my father has been avenged" he thought. With a frightening howl he threw his enemy down and started off but something made him pause. He went back, picked up his kill and returned to his home to show his mother what he had done in the name of his father. Revenge was bittersweet for now he knew what he was and for him it was a curse.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 5:55 pm
Ahoooo! Werewolves of LN!
Username: Of The Epidemic
Name: Marrikus
Personality as a Noodle: Marrikus when he is in Noddle form, is very polite and gentlemanly. He is always helping out those that can not help themselves. He speaks a bit like he is from old England and that tends to give him a snotty air but if one pays close attention its clear he isn't trying to be snotty. He calls everyone 'Lady' and 'Sir' and generally has the manners of a find young gentleman.
Personality as a Wolf: He is quite intimidating and dismissive of most creatures. He hunts on his own and refuses to 'lower' himself to being around any noodles. He doesn't approve of how weak they are. He is more feral and tends to not speak unless there are special circumstances.
How He Became a Wolfwere: Marrikus licked the ear of his love, the tiny female tucked in against his side making him smile. Their kits were tucked in safely against their mother and aside from the smallest one that seemed to be running a fever all was quite well with his world. Teya glanced up at the lick to her ear and smiled. “Hello love.” She whispered looking back at him. He gave a soft smile before looking past her and down at the kits. There were four of them in total, four beautiful little bawls of fur. He leaned over to nuzzle against each before coming to the last one and frowning at the heat that was rolling off of him. “He is very ill.” Marrikus said softly with a slight head shake. Teya gave a low sigh and nodded her own head. “He is… and the doctor says there is little he can do… that the only root that will help bring it down when it is this bad is in the Losfloram forest. Which… no one goes in there… so all we can do is wait it out.”
Marrikus looked at her in a bit of horror at that. “But dear…. He might… he might.” He shook his head. “That isn’t an option for us.” He stated looking towards the window and out towards the Losfloram forest. “We can’t sit by and watch our kit suffer while we do nothing.” He shook his head. “I won’t do it.” He stated and stood and before Teya even had a chance to try and talk some sense into him he was gone out the window.
The trip to the woods was simply enough for him to do but the trip into the woods. Marrikus sat at the edge of it for a long time, unsure of what to do… before finally building up the nerve, while thinking of his poor sick kit to ender the woods. It was possibly the worst mistake of his life, had he simply left well enough alone he wouldn’t be in the situation he was in now.
In his ineptitude he ran blindly through the trees drawing the attention of a werewolf. He didn’t know he was being tracked until it was far too late. The wolf had followed him for nearly an hour making sure he wore himself out enough with all his running around so that he couldn’t fight back. Then just when he was weak and starting to stumble the wolf lunged. There was a mass of fur and blood and for a while it looked like Marrikus may fall victim to the wolf and loose his life… but he was lucky… oh so very lucky. He managed to squirm away and get to his feet.
He ran, for some time, just flat out ran. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going or what he was doing he just knew he had to get away from the wolf. He must get away and find this herb. However it was this, this lack of self awareness that made him stumble into the second trap. A witch was out picking herbs when he went ripping through her garden. His claws ripping up the tender young herbs she needed for her potions. In her anger, and rage she flung a curse on him. The curse fighting with his already infect body caused a backfire and made him change instantly into a wolf. It was about this time, as he was lying on the ground writing in agony that the werewolf that had been tracking him down found him again. The witch already displeased with one foul beast in her garden flew into attacking the wolf. It was this that allowed the in pain and transforming Marrikus to flee and with quite a bit of luck exit the forest.
It would be morning before he was fully changed, and by this point he was so mad with the pain and curse that he ripped through his home town. Attacking the people and feasting on their flesh, he paid little heed to their screams and pleas for help. He ripped and tore and gorged himself on the flesh of his friends. Finally as night slowly dawned on them he had worked his way to his own house and unknowingly slaughtered his family. It would be another week before he realized what he had done and it would be the shame and horror that caused him to flee back into the woods to simply hide for the better portion of his life… but he was back now… slipping out and hoping to find a cure… maybe… just maybe.
Whose Blood Is On My Paws?: *Points above*
You can disregard this should I win a mystery bowl or one from the FS.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 6:00 pm
Ahoooo! Werewolves of LN!
Username: Mewsings of An Angel
Name: Trevanos
Personality as a Noodle: Misunderstood
Personality as a Wolf: Deadly
How He Became a Wolfwere:
He looked down at his paws, as if ashamed to speak. "I was normal... to begin with at least." He began, his voice rough and coarse as sandpaper, as if it was rarely used. "I started out life as any good Werewolf should. Strong, hungry, and hated by all. I was a ruthless individual, who took nothing for granted and allowed none to best me. Yet, as I grew older, I felt... strange. The moon full face would always bring with it the comfort of the change, of feeling mighty and hungry. But one month, as the moon began it's trip in the sky, I felt the change's energy leave me, as if it had forsaken me." He tossed his head at the memory. "The next night, however, the shift came. I was confused as to why this was happening. How backwards! For a werewolf to change everyday, but not on the day he was supposed to..." He let out a wolfish howl, and laughed at his fate. "I am twice cursed, it seems...I am a wolfwere."
Whose Blood Is On My Paws?:
The blood had stained his paws, and no matter his profound licking, it refused to leave his fur. "This is the blood of one who would laugh at me. He's dead now, trust me. And tasted divine." The wolfwere's dark eyes bored into the person who would listen. "Don't make fun of creature who you don't understand. He'll naught have it. The poor drab fool didn't, that's for certain. And now he's dead. How sad."
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