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 Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 11:48 pm
Story
How it all began... A long time ago, there was a group of humans with the power to morph into the form of the noble wolf. These noble beings were proud and strong, living in packs like their wilder side while they still maintained a strong dignity demanded on them by both man and beast. They were worshiped as gods and allowed to roam where-ever they so pleased. In time their numbers grew and grew till they started to rival the humans for whom their true ancestry originated.
Scared of what might happen if these beings over took the human population, for there was no doubt that they were far superior, the humans betrayed these human-wolves or were-wolves by making a pact with a powerful demon to create a race that would be the were-wolves’ complete opposite in every way, a race to fight against and kill them.
The demon agreed but when the humans failed to pay what he had asked he turned against both the humans and the wolves by creating a race that fed and killed both. He created these beings of death from the newly deceased humans with powers equal and opposite to the wolves. These beings he dubbed Vampires for they lived off they blood of both humans and wolves.
These vampires began to terrorize both beings and kill mercilessly.
Realizing their mistake, the humans turned to the wolves, who knew nothing of how the humans had betrayed them, for help. The wolves feeling honor bound to the humans for being part human themselves agreed to protect the humans at all cost. The many wolf packs banded together to protect the humans. For many years fighting ensued over all the lands creating more casualties every year. Finally, when both sides were feeling the loss in their numbers hard both sides made a final stand against one another. They both fought a long and bloody battle for 20 days and nights but in the end, both sides were completely wiped out.
The vampires had a handful of survivors that returned to their demon master in shame. The demon, angered with his creations for not destroying the humans as well, cursed his vampires. No longer could they walk in daylight without being burned by the light of humans. No longer could they live as others did and must hide for in the day they would be forced into a weakened state during the day, making them weak against humans during daylight hours. They then had to hide from all beings that may have wished them wrong.
The wolves, unlike the vampires, were completely wiped out, that is all save for three pack, three small wolf packs branded traitor for not helping in the final battle. They had been cursed by their by then dead matriarch of all wolve's who had fallen in the final battle. Never again would any wolf be able to freely choose their form without great consiquence. Forever their packs would be forced into their wolf forms when the moon was round. Though not fully bound to human form when the moon was waning or waxing they would expend a great deal more energy to change from one form to another and would thus be greatly weakened from shifting when the moon was not full. They would never be able to rule over the humans as they once did, and instead would be cursed as monsters and demons to be hunted and killed. Never would their curse be lifted until they protected the humans.
Both the vampires and the wolves resented and hated each other. They each blamed other for their curse and had in turn never really stopped battling.
The humans, who had started the whole mess, recognized their mistake but instead of apologizing they denied it by completely erasing it from history. They burned books that had any mention of them even having know about vampires or the wolves and then started to raise there children to believe both as demons and fairy tales.
Now…Lucroi Pack
Today the three wolf packs have been hunted and killed so that there exists, now, only one pack. The last pack of wolve’s…
They live in a small city trying to blend in as much as possible with the local humans. This last pack knows very well it is an endangered species in this world and thus every member is trained long and hard from the age of five to fight and defend themselves.
Their alpha and matriarch, a young wolf named Dara Carine, keeps a short leash on all her pack members, as she watches carefully for any signs of attack. Viewed as a good leader she tries her hardest to lead the wolves into a brighter tomorrow where their fighting against both humans and vampires might end.
Under Dara’s rule her pack has been able to grow strong. Their numbers have grown to such a size that her pack had never seen such size since the ancient times when they ruled over the humans as their superiors.
Sucanti
Their are 10 Sucanti, a select group of wolves who's sole purpose is to make sure no human or vampire ever finds where the pack of wolves is located, in this they are also designated as the police of the werewolves. If they find evidence that would lead anyone to the pack they swiftly destroy it, weather it be a person or an inatimate object. They are brutal and forcefull in their methods and their exists only one in their ranks unwilling to kill for the secret, though she, Trisha, will swiftly give any being who knows the packs location to any other in her group who will then swiftly kill and destroy them.
Their methods are kept hidden from all in the pack save for the alpha and a select few of other wolves, but they are also the policemen of the wolves. If any one of the wolves steps out of line in any way that may endanger any pack member or the entire pack those wolves are swiftly punished, banned from the pack, or killed by this group of wolves, often making them both feared and respected by their own pack.
The Sucanti are marked and set apart from the rest of the pack by a tattoo of a black snake that winds its way up their right arms to have its head needled into their necks with a long red tounge reaching their ear. It means power and strength within the pack, symbolizing the ever present danger of stepping out of line within the pack. All Sucanti bare this mark and they all blead heavily to receive them.
Vampires
The vampires mainly live in small groups as to hunt and hide without to much trouble. They’re superior in number to the wolves but yet forced to hide from the sun and humans. Though they are really unsociable creatures they do tend to get lonely and thus spend times in smaller groups. They have never forgotten the old war with their ancient enemies and never allow the wolves to forget it as they often still fight and kill the wolves.
Their leader, a strong and bold vampire Kalin, is the last vampire remaining from the ancient war and still remembers the bitter battles and the friends lost. To him this is a battle of vengeance and he will never stop fighting till he sees the last of first the wolve’s then the humans wiped out.Humans
The humans now live in ignorance of both races and live along side them not knowing of the pact that their ancestors made with a demon and how it has come to bite them in the a**, quite literally. They do not know of the majestic were-wolves that they once worshipped, nor why some humans with such grace and power bear such a hatred to them.
Some humans, however, come from a long line of people who know of the were-wolves and vampires, and they hunt them down. These hunters believe they are saving humanity from both races by hunting and killing them when in reality the were-wolves care not whether the humans live or die, for they have their own problems to handle with the vampires. They vampires however need human blood to survive and blaim the humans for their curse, also, so they will not hesitate to kill any human and drink their blood.
The hunters are highly trained in battle skills and do believe it is their sole duty to protect the humans without such knowledge of the world around them from the evil were-wolves and vampires, though they too know nothing of how the were-wolves had been their saviours and how they had made a pact to create the vampires.Outcasts
On the border between the vampire land and the wolven land live large band of people who are interbred betwean werewolf and human. These people exist outside of the curse of their bretheren and thus can shift without fear of the moon, though they have no other magic. They are outcasts and the remains of the other two packs that were nearly wiped out by the vampires. There are more of them than the werewolves and they can easily blend into both cultures.Our story begins here, during the last years of this battle… you decide how it ends.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2007 11:55 pm
Rules!
Not many rules...I just don't want a few things.
arrow any rules that C.O.S.T has set in place.
arrow No Godmodeling i.e. you get attacked you can't dodge every time, you've gotta get hurt, unless you've got a pretty freaken advanced char. in which they shouldn't have to be fighting against any little guys... or the characters ability is such that it allows them to dodge, in which case there better be some big drawback, like afterwards they weak and vulnerable or something of this sort
arrow No killing a character unless you receive permission from the person, I want to see this permission as well, so send it on to me if you recieve this permission. The only characters that you are allowed to kill are nameless characters that you create yourself, and unless you create a bio for them they are open game for being killed. So if you want to preserve a character be sure to send me their bio.
arrow Please keep with the story line i.e. don't add to many extra types of char. this is mainly dealing with vamps, humans, and were-wolves. We will accept some other kinds of characters though, such as demons, since I did say in the story line that it was a demon that created the vampires.
arrow You can add powers to anyone as long as it fits the char. because I didn't really specify powers. Just remember in both races powers mean status and rule, so if you aren't that high up your character better be either hiding their powers or not have very advanced powers yet. Overall though, vamps and were-wolves have hightened sences, speed, and strength. Beyond this, they can work some magic.
arrow romance is welcome and incoraged, just as usual no cybering
arrow try to keep any OOC to a minimum please, I don't want a bunch of conversations starting up in here. We will create a OOC thread for this role play if this ever becomes an issue in the future.
arrow Keep to only having three characters or less. If you post and are using more than one character, please use a different color for that character and stick with it, so that we all may know who you are posting as
arrow Stay in third person, nothing bugs me more than having one person post in first person while everyone else is posting in third. And please stay in past tense, it gets confusing otherwise.
See not that many rules.
Also...
We are currently in need of some of the Outcast wolves. They are going to be in the next stage, so anyone willing to play them would be greatly apriciated. Thanks.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 12:06 am
Please follow the following format when introducing a char.
Please PM me with your character's info for we have already gotten far enough in that I do not wish for anyone to have to search through all the pages to find one person's profile.
*=Uneeded i.e. can be left blank
Wolf Char intro-
Gaia Name:
Char. Name:
Race:
Age:
Appearance:
Wolf form-
Human Form-
History:
Personality:
Weapons*:
Different Magical Abilities*:
Vamp Char Intro-
Gaia Name:
Char. Name:
Race:
True Age:
Age they Appear:
Appearance:
History:
Personality:
Weapons*:
Human Char intro-
Gaia Name:
Char. Name:
Race:
Age:
Appearance:
History:
Personality:
Weapons*:
Outcast Char intro-
Gaia Name:
Char. Name:
Race:
Age:
Appearance:
Wolf form-
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 12:08 am
Characters: Blue= WerewolvesGreen= VampiresViolet= HumansIf there is a '~' beside a wolves name, this indicates they are one of 10 Sucanti, a select group of wolves who's sole purpose is to make sure no human or vampire ever finds where the pack of wolves is located. If you become one of these ten your character must be advanced and you must be an active role player. Please include why they have become a Sucanti within the bio and be sure to include the snake tattoo that covers their right arm within their discription. Thank you.
Wolf Chars-
Gaia Name: wandering_vampire_soul
Name: Dara Carine
Race: Werewolf
Age: 22
Appearance:
Wolf- has completely black as night fur except for her face in which has a mask of pure white fur stretching from her ears to her muzzle. Her eyes in this form are crystal blue and she is slightly larger than the normal wolf.
Human- Has long black hair turns naturally silver at the tips. She maintains her blue eyes from her wolf form but they have a pinch of green in them. She is about 5'6" tall, being short amoungst the wolves. Normally she wears baggier clothing to hide the many weapons she has carried since she was a young pup.
History: Dara is young to be a leader but both her parents were killed when she was only sixteen so she has since had to lead the pack as their alpha for a while.
When she was sixteen she witnessed her parents killed before her eyes by the vampires and has since held no mercy for their kind, not even for peace. With all her heart she hates them for what they did but she does recognize the growing need for some sort of solution to the battles against the vampires that are become ever to frequent.
Her heart unset she always finds herself arguing about everything but in the end tries to be a good leader for to show weakness, even to her own pack, means to let her pack fall and she cannot allow that.
Dara tries hard to servive for her pack and for herself, for without a mate nor an heir if she should fall so should her pack.
She is respected by all her pack members and welcomes their criticism for they are the glue that binds the pack together. If she didn't bend for her pack they would not trust her when a time of battle was apon the.
Personality: She is usually serious when in front of the pack but when she allows her gaurd down she is joyous and a loving alpha, though she would never blink to kill anyone who threatens one of her wolves.
Gaia Name: Mr. Blackbird Lore
Char. Name: Matthias Logan
Race: Werewolf
Age: 37
Appearance:
Wolf form- As with all other of his kind, he is noticably taller than a typical wolf. His fur is a rich dark brown, and his eyes a matching chocolate hue. The only differentiation occurs at his left shoulder, where a darkened patch of skin has stopped sprouting fur since the time a dire injury was received.
Human Form- When in this form, Matthias retains both the dark brown hair and eyes. The hair on his scalp is cropped short, and he has a goatee surrounding his firmly set lips; a few gray strands can be found strewn along the goatee and at his sideburns. He prefers neutral colors when it comes to his clothing, and is most often wearing a t-shirt, cargo pants, and rugged boots or hiking shoes. Also similar to his wolf form, is the large scar that covers the majority of his left shoulder. Over all, Matthias is a battle-toned veteran, and his muscles show it.
History: Matthias was an only child, and as such, was given much attention. However, he was not spoiled. He was raised by a tough-loving father with a penchant for losing his temper easily. His mother did well to keep her husband in check, but did not always succeed. When his father passed away, Matthias was seventeen. He didn't shed a tear, but he did mourn the loss of his father in secret and in silence. The many lessons his father had taught him shaped much of his character, and continue to guide much of his reasoning and decision making. His mother passed away when he was 20, leaving him with a house, and the family's small lot of money. He took up a business as an artisan leather- and metal-worker, doing custom jobs from the first floor of his house. What had once been his backyard was now a forge and craftsman's workshop.The scar on his shoulder was given to him by a brash and youthful vampire during a scuffle. His enemy didn't walk away from the fight, and though Matthias was victorious, he had paid a great price. From time to time, the injury causes him trouble, but it is not life-threatening, or even remotely dangerous. It's merely a nuisance. He has remained single the entire duration of his life, always focused on "more important things," such as work or "self-betterment."
Personality: Matthias is gruff, and often comes off as bitter and pessimistic, and while he is truly pessimistic at heart, the bitterness comes from the rough lifestyle he has endured since childhood. He is not truly angry or venomous at his core, although it often takes time for this information to be revealed. Anyone who has ever been a customer of his, though, knows he is dependable, courteous (to a degree), and responsible. The pack has seen it as well in his contributions as a soldier and open-minded thinker. However, there is one point he will never back down from: humans. He despises them, and though they make up the majority of his business, he will never promise to assist their species as a whole.
Gaia Name: wandering_vampire_soul
Char. Name: ~Trisha Naroln
Race: werewolf
Age: 19
Appearance:
Wolf form- Trisha has pure white fur, with a thick coat. Her eyes are crystal blue reflecting an insight into the world that not many know. She is a strong and proud wolf even at such a young age.
Human Form- She has long white blond hair that she often has swept up into a ponytail. Her skin is darkly tanned allowing anyone who sees her to know she stays in the sun almost all day, and loves to be outside. Her eyes are the same eerily blue color as when she's in her wolf form, but what sets her apart from any other wolf is the large tatoo of a snake that covers her right arm. It is the mark of the Sucanti, a select group of wolves who's sole purpose is to make sure no human or vampire ever finds where the pack of wolves is located. She is petite, standing at 5'4" tall but what she lacks in height she can more than make up for in strangth though she may not look it.
History: A cousin to the alpha, Dara, Trisha is young yet and the closest thing to an heir that the pack has, though she very well knows that she would never be allowed to lead the pack if Dara ever were to die, for she is Dara's cousin from Dara's mother's side, while Dara's leadership lies from her fathers.
Trisha was the one closest to Dara when her parents were killed and was the only one there to give her any real words of comfort as she morned their passing.
Trisha may be young but she is still highly respected as a good member of the pack as she has been forced into more than her fair share of battles. It was in one of these battles that she was forced to kill a young vampire child and has since been haunted with the image. Though the details remain unknown of what actually happened, she has never forgiven herself for killing a child. A day after the event, when she was sixteen she had asked Dara to allow her to stay away from the battles. Dara had listened to her story and agreed to allow her to become one of the Sucanti, though this did not mean she could stay away from the fighting, just that she wouldn't be required to kill in battle any longer.
Trisha had then become the youngest of the Sucanti and had instead of being scorned, was actually welcomed into their ranks as somewhat of a younger sibling, for her outlooks on life are usually bright and different than anyone elses in the packs. She was quickly taught the ways of the Sucanti and learned their skills greatly.
Even now, though, she stands out in the pack as having a weak side for the vampires that she should scorn and hate.
Personality: Trisha is usually bright and happy but has her darker depressed side at times. She is good to get advice from and always kind to those she considers friends, whether they be werewolf, human, or even vampire. She is extremely loyal and will never betray anyone she trusts.
Vampire Chars-
Gaia Name: Mistyjoy11
Char. Name: Kalin Himura
Race: Vampire
True Age: 1035
Age they Appear: 27
Appearance:
History: Kalin was in the war with the Werewolves and humans. He fought hard and managed to survive which was something he's sister and the woman he loved could not say. They did not make it. After watching them be slaughter on the battle field he was ready to be done with fighting but that did not happen. Instead he and the other vampires were cursed. From that moment on he wanted only one thing, revenge. He fights for it with every part of his being and despises all humans and werewolfs for it is there fault that the vampires are cursed.
Personality: He is cold and calculating, planning most things out ahead of time. He uses the right words to sway people to his way. He tends to defeat his enemies emontionally as well as physically.
Weapons*: Daggers that he keeps hidden on his person. Or anything he knows how to use that around and conventent.
Gaia Name: Meilin Nokomis
Char. Name: Sesheta Forsythe
Race: Vampire
True Age: 152
Age they Appear: 16
Appearance: Sesheta is short at 5’2’’. Her red-brown hair is cut raggedly like a boy’s. Always, she wears a hat, to further the boy charade. She wears ripped pants at the knees and a tank top. On her forearms she has bands that cover some scars she has acquired over the years. A scratch of red is forever embellished on her cheek. She has light gray eyes that look green if she was ever in the light. A trench coat of sorts keeps her warm and further covers the scars that are scattered over her left arm.
History: At a very young age, a poison was accidentally splashed over Sesheta’s left arm. She was thought to not live, but she persevered. The scar left behind made her arm hard to move. An odd side effect of the poison was that she could now spend a small amount of time in the sun. She doesn’t like doing this for long periods of time because the scar grows more and more, making it harder to move. Her mother kept her safe in solitude so that the other vampires wouldn’t find this secret. In the end, some vampires did find them. Her mother was killed as she tried to save Sesheta. She got away, but is now always in hiding. She wanders near cliffs and hangs out in human libraries. Because of the way she dresses, she gets mistaken for a boy. Which is good when the vampires who are chasing her are looking for a girl. A small hatred toward high standing vampires is always on her mind.
Personality: Very independent. She has a massive temper if provoked correctly. On the outside, she has a calm face, but she is still young (for a vampire), so her mind is normally a total wreck. From her past experiences, she has come to hate being protected. Though, almost as a hypocrite, she can be found protecting the weak. From humans to werewolves, she doesn’t care. Her way of thinking can get her in trouble as she overreacts to most things or reacts abnormally.
Human Chars-
Gaia Name: Selyna
Char. Name: Selyna Navlys
Race: Multiracial (Puerto Rican, German)
Age: 22
Appearance: Long golden brown hair falling just below her shoulder blades and framing her slender face. Her slanted eyes were a striking honey, looking alomst ornage at times. Standing at 5'8", she's got a fairly toned body, but not really athletic like some, just physically fit. Hiding her figure alot while growing up, she's finally starting to accept that her heritage has provided her with more than other girls in the breast and hip department. Outfit changes based on mood and weather.
History: Born to a Puerto Rican man and a German woman, Selyna was the first daughter and the last of four children born, nearly thirteen years after the last one. The summer after she turned five, her family was sitting in their yard in the middle of the night, enjoying each others company and telling stories by the fire. Suddenly they heard a loud scuffle and turned to see what seemed like a woman and a large wolf fighting. A group of people with the woman all began to swarm and kill the beast. Selyna's father, clearly thinking he was going to help ran to get his rifle from the shed, while the mother shouted for the children to go in the house and hide. Telling a five, eighteen, twenty, and twenty one year old to not look at something amazing going on outside never works, and so as they all crowded around the window they saw the people swarm towards their mother next, seeming to devour her as she screamed out and blood sprayed everywhere. At this point the father came back to see what was happening and eyes tearing up, began to fire blind shots towards the creatures. They laughed as they retreated, one shouting something about time to rest.
For the next three years the father and sons learned about the creatures and hunted them, gving any detail they could to anyone who would listen. Selyna went along of course with no one who would keep her and not try and take her from her "crazy" father. Stumbling upon a bar one night, the father recanted the story to the bar owner and several people overheard, all laughed it off as him being a drunk, but there was a Sucanti in the crowd, who heard the part about the werewolf. Gathering his group, the Sucanti sought out the family later that night and killed the hunters. The Sucanti Trisha came across, Selyna staring at her for a moment, but when she called back for someone else to get the girl, Selyna had made it out the window and was heading for a public area. Put into foster care and labeled crazy for her belief in werewolves and vampires, Selyna learned early to keep her mouth shut, but would often "notice" some people were different than others. Now at eighteen, she's decided that with nothing to her name and everyone thinking she was crazy anyway, she would seek out the werewolves and ask them why they'd killed her family who were only hunting vampires.
Personality: Introverted due to the reaction she got when speaking about the supernatural as a child, she's become cold and withdrawn towards alot of people. Always working out to stay in shape, but never joining any sports teams for fear of ridicule, Selyna has readied herself for the answer she feels will get her killed in the end.
Weapons*: She carries a switch blade in a slit on the bottom of her gymshoe.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 12:17 am
The wind flew over Dara's thick black coat of fur as she ran at full speed through the forest near the town where she and her wolves live, hidden from the humans who thought them one and the same. She was completely surrounded by her pack and yet they were not near her at the same time. As she ran ahead her pack followed her from behind, never advancing ahead of her and never joining her, but at the same time never leaving her. It was a tradition since the antient times just after their curse. On the night of the full moon the pack would dance under the stars in persuit of their alpha. By tradition if one of them should catch up to their alpha they would become the alpha's mate, but they had long since changed that tradition, though still there could be no other along side the alpha other than their mate. That was why she ran alone in front of her pack, for she had not yet chosen a mate depite the urgings of her aunt and other pack members.
Stopping at a cliff many miles away from any human, she lifted her head towards the moon and let out a long howl of anguish and despair. Another formal tradition from long ago. This howl to the full moon was in sarrow for both their curse and their fallen bretheren of both ancient and present times. A cry meant for no other ears other than the wolves whom she solely ruled over.
As Dara's howl faded 512 earily similar and sad howls echoed hers signalling the beginning of their dance under the moon that would last untill the sun rose the next day.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 1:53 am
Gaia Name: Mr. Blackbird Lore
Char. Name: Matthias Logan
Race: Werewolf
Age: 37
Appearance:
Wolf form- As with all other of his kind, he is noticably taller than a typical wolf. His fur is a rich dark brown, and his eyes a matching chocolate hue. The only differentiation occurs at his left shoulder, where a darkened patch of skin has stopped sprouting fur since the time a dire injury was received.
Human Form- When in this form, Matthias retains both the dark brown hair and eyes. The hair on his scalp is cropped short, and he has a goatee surrounding his firmly set lips; a few gray strands can be found strewn along the goatee and at his sideburns. He prefers neutral colors when it comes to his clothing, and is most often wearing a t-shirt, cargo pants, and rugged boots or hiking shoes. Also similar to his wolf form, is the large scar that covers the majority of his left shoulder. Over all, Matthias is a battle-toned veteran, and his muscles show it.
History: Matthias was an only child, and as such, was given much attention. However, he was not spoiled. He was raised by a tough-loving father with a penchant for losing his temper easily. His mother did well to keep her husband in check, but did not always succeed. When his father passed away, Matthias was seventeen. He didn't shed a tear, but he did mourn the loss of his father in secret and in silence. The many lessons his father had taught him shaped much of his character, and continue to guide much of his reasoning and decision making. His mother passed away when he was 20, leaving him with a house, and the family's small lot of money. He took up a business as an artisan leather- and metal-worker, doing custom jobs from the first floor of his house. What had once been his backyard was now a forge and craftsman's workshop.The scar on his shoulder was given to him by a brash and youthful vampire during a scuffle. His enemy didn't walk away from the fight, and though Matthias was victorious, he had paid a great price. From time to time, the injury causes him trouble, but it is not life-threatening, or even remotely dangerous. It's merely a nuisance. He has remained single the entire duration of his life, always focused on "more important things," such as work or "self-betterment."
Personality: Matthias is gruff, and often comes off as bitter and pessimistic, and while he is truly pessimistic at heart, the bitterness comes from the rough lifestyle he has endured since childhood. He is not truly angry or venomous at his core, although it often takes time for this information to be revealed. Anyone who has ever been a customer of his, though, knows he is dependable, courteous (to a degree), and responsible. The pack has seen it as well in his contributions as a soldier and open-minded thinker. However, there is one point he will never back down from: humans. He despises them, and though they make up the majority of his business, he will never promise to assist their species as a whole.
((I hate just posting this here, but you didn't specify any method, so here it is...))
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 2:10 pm
Among the pack ran a stout and strong dark-furred male. He kept to the far-left of the group, setting a sort of perimeter as they ran far from the town they called home. Matthias found much comfort in the traditional run; in fact, it was one of the few things he truly enjoyed. Deep inside, he wished he had much more control over his changes, so that he might make such a run every night. However, he, like the rest of his pack, was cursed to live and morph by the cycle of the moon. When the moon was not full, the energy expenditure was far too great to make the morph worth anyone's while. It was a slight nuisance, but the exhiliration provided each full moon more than made up for it.
As they came to the cliff, Matthias pulled himself back to the present and away from his thoughts that had long since drifted elsewhere. Their leader let out a howl, a somber tone filled with the sorrows of loss. He and the others followed suit. Matthias's voice was much stronger than most others, but what truly differentiated his from the rest was its motivating emotions: he did not howl out of pain or loss or misery, but through sheer expression of his exhiliration. He vented all the pent-up energy toward the sky like a volcano of pure joy. It permeated his vocal chords, making his howl sound as strong and forceful as Matthias himself was in person. Whether or not others could tell the difference, let alone notice his among all the others was none of his concern. The cry was not for others, nor himself, but merely for the act of emitting such a sound, and it would always be that way.
And then their midnight "festivities" would begin.
Many of the youngsters could be found frolicking, and causing mischief amongst each other, and occasionally working up the courage to harass their parents. Many adults could be found running off in pairs to share their paternal passions in whatever fashion they found suitable. For Matthias, he had no partner, nor any children. He found it enjoyable enough to traverse the cliff and surrounding area alone, creating his own circuit that eventually wound its way back to the clifftop so that he might find some rest before sunrise. During his run, he would cross paths with many others, and occasionally some would interact, but he gave little response, and they would usually leave him be after that. However, most would leave him be entirely, well aware of and respecting his decision to roam alone.
((EDIT: Fixed. Thank you.))
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 4:05 pm
((That's great! Now it all fits!))
Dara padded through her pack nonchalantly. Her deep blue eyes reflecting her deep thoughts as she watched the younger pups play while the older ones sat in groups or chased one another with the sheer joys of being a wolf.
Hardly anyone shifted when the moon wasn't full and so to be in their form now was pure exileration as the power and might of the wolf was finnally allowed to fully take over. Each wolf played and tested their abilities to their fullest this night for at this moment they were more powerfull then they could ever be otherwise.
As Dara padded through her wolves she was greated by many of them and as she began to leave the main group two wolves, one with a pure white coat and one with a brown and black coat joined her. They were her guards and best friends whom had never let Dara down nor failed to protect her. She took them being there as she always did, with a mixture of happiness and anoyance. She didn't like being followed or protected but she knew that if anything were to happen to her now with no heir named, the pack would be in utter chaos just ripe for an attack by the vampires that so hunted their kind.
She began to walk slowly away from the other's in her pack seeking out someone, now.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 7:59 pm
After many unaccounted hours of mindless sprinting and roaming, Matthias brought himself to a stop at the edge of the woods along the cliff's edge. He rubbed his darkened shoulder against the bark of the closest tree to sate an itch. Then he lay down beside the tree, laid one paw over the other, and rest his chin on top. There was a subtle breeze that felt nice as it played with his fur, and danced over the minute hairs that had attempted to survive the wasteland of his blackened shoulder. It was hardly a deformity in his mind, but rather a reminder to be more cautious in the future. It only bothered him once in a blue moon (if one would excuse the obvious pun), and when it did, the pain was hardly more than an ache, as if he had bumped roughly against concrete.
But enough of that... He tried to push his mind elsewhere, and let his gaze float up to the moon. It was always a beautiful sight, but most beautiful when full. It was when of the few aesthetic pleasures he found in life. In fact, Matthias couldn't recall ever saying that something was beautiful. The moon seemed to be the only exception.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 8:51 pm
Dara's heart pounded as she searched for them. She tried hard to remember the way but was having trouble remembering how to get there in her wolf form; it had after all been years since she had seen them. Had she possibly forgotten where they were? The thought mortified her, but she could not give in. She had to find them. She needed their guidance now more than ever, though it had taken all her courage to go this far. She never truly wanted to face them again, never wanted to see them, but she had to. She had to be near them now, after so many years of blaming them for leaving her. She had to ask for their forgiveness and their help.
The two wolves behind Dara were starting to show visible signs of agitation so far away from the pack but didn't waver in fallowing her. They were truly good friends to her and Dara was proud to have them at her side.
Finally, after searching desperately Dara found it. The graves of her pack. She had only ever attended one burial here and that had been for her parents. Never again had she returned, being to filled with grief and anger to face the sight.
Before Dara stretched a vast amount of headstones intermingling between the trees. The headstones numbered in the thousands. It was protected by ancient and powerful magics her kind and her kind alone wielded from being found and destroyed by the humans and vampires.
Padding forward on the hollow ground of her ancestors, Dara made her way through the dense forest of gravestones and trees to find her parents simple stone with a small epitaph that merely named who they were.
Dara sat down in front of their graves and stared, remembering their arms, their laughs, and their warm embrace after she had been tired from a day of discovery and trial. How life had been so much more simpler back then.
Then Dara's mind turned to darker thoughts as she remembered the night they died protecting her. She hated it. She had been so weak. If only she had had enough power to help then her parents may have still been alive. But she hadn't and now she swore to herself she'd never be that week again.
Please, she thought and prayed, Mom, Dad, don't let me fail the pack. Please don't let me fail your memory.
As she began to think more and more she found a deep howl echoing from her lips before she realized what she was doing. Unlike earlier this howl was all for her. There was no ceremony to it, it was just her heart echoing the pain of the years of torture it had endured for what the vampires had done.
Suddenly her howl turned from sad to determined as she thought of the vampires. They, who had killed her family, destroyed everything she had known as good, were the most evil of monsters to Dara. She would see that they were destroyed for what they had done.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 9:11 pm
At the sound of a wolven howl, Matthias stood, his senses alert. He gave himself a moment to analyze the sound. It was wretched with grief, and created with a great power of will. The wolf in question was easy enough to identify by sound alone; after all, he heard a similar howl every full moon. Something was going on with Dara, and he didn't feel too confident that she was safe. So he set off in the direction he had heard Dara's dirge, running quickly, but not quite a sprint. Her scent became stronger as he made his way along through the woods, and her bodyguards were obviously in tow, by the smell of it all.
When he came to the graveyard, Matthias slowed to a trot, picking his way carefully among the headstones. Eventually, he came upon the trio, and not a single one was injured. He exhaled slowly through his nostrils, and watched in silence, feeling jipped for responding to nothing more than a mourner's wail. Still, he remained silent, and slowly began to back away. This was not a place for him. As he strode away, he paused, a name catching his eye. Gordo Inkvis. He snorted softly. Gordo was an old sparring rival during childhood whom had been slain at a young age. The irony was that humans had done it, trying to "protect" their property... As if the bastardly creatures thought they owned bits of the dirt. He despised them for what little dirt they were worth.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 9:29 pm
Dara lifted her head as she scented one of her wolve's, Matthias from the scent, coming nearer. She sensed, as she could always sense her wolves emotions, that he was worried. Seeing him as no danger she looked back at her parents grave one final time. How she missed them with all her heart.
She scented rather than heard Matthias come nearer only to leave moments latter. Standing she fallowed where she believed him to be only to find him standing before a grave. So many had died and been buried here that Dara knew it could have been any number of wolve's whose grave he stood before but still her heart went out for him.
Slowly padding over to him she nudged him with her muzzle to show her support and try and help comfort him. She always felt connected to every one of her wolves and could never stand to see them sad or depressed.
Looking at the gravestone, she recognized it as one of the many wolves killed by humans. She may not have been a truly personal friend to the wolf but she had shared many moon dances with him along with all her other friends who now lay in any number of these graves.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 9:49 pm
Matthias snorted again as Dara brushed up against him. He turned his head away and pawed the dirt over Gordo's remains. The boy hadn't deserved it, and everyone knew it, but perhaps Matthias knew it best. If anything, Gordo had been his best friend. Now the boy was rotting, and Matthias was still walking around, doing nothing with his life. He felt a sudden need for action, or at least a little tussle. It didn't matter whom his opponent was. He turned to face Dara again and lowered his head, his ears drooping. It was an apology for his previous actions, and he could only hope she would accept. Still, her sudden touch had agitated him. Very few of the werewolves would have committed to such a brash action, and though it perturbed him, it also built his respect for them; that they were willing to defy any sort of 'boundary,' in order to reach out was a confiding bit of information.
He raised his head and met her gaze levelly, and without his typical safeguard against letting emotions show. He felt depressed and angered, and he let it show as best a wolf's features would allow. He remained standing there, facing Dara for several long moments. When he walked away, it was past Dara, allowing himself to brush up against her side. He flicked his tail against her thigh as he passed, then began at a trot away from the graveyard, bounding over headstones as he went. More importantly though, he was curious how Dara would respond.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 10:11 pm
Dara stared after him perplexed that anyone would so flippantly walk away from her. Never in her whole life had anyone even dared. She was after all their Alpha and the last Matriarch of wolves. Tilting her head she watched him for a moment then as if magic words from her past were brought back to her.
You have cried in sorrow for so long, Dara, don't you think you should have a little fun once in a while.
Dara growled at the memory before she realized what it meant. Leaning down she prepared herself to leap. Then, with a sudden spring in her body that she hadn't known since she was a young pup, Dara leaped into the air, thinking all the while how about a game of tag...
Like a coiled spring her wolf form bounded over the land to at last catch up with Matthias. After catching up with him she gently nipped him in the thigh before running fast ahead and turning suddenly, crouching low, she stopped. Her head pent low and panting lightly she tried to put all her expression and body language into saying, 'Catch me if you can.'
Sprinting suddenly again, she forgot all about her two bodyguards who were trying desperately to keep up but failing miserably.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 10:27 pm
If wolves could smirk, Matthias' snout had become one large smirk. To a human, though, it probably looked more like a sadistic snarl. He turned to face Dara as she darted away from him, and he brought himself low to the ground, ready to pounce. Although he had not been expecting, nor even hoping for such a playful response, Matthias found it difficult to ignore her. He needed to do something, and perhaps he could turn this game of tag into the wrestling match he had been hoping for. So he gave chase, leaping after her, and then sprinting after her.
He had no trouble keeping up, and with time, he was slowly gaining on Dara. She may be the leader of the pack, and also in her prime, but Matthias had fifteen years of experience and hard work over her, and he did well to put that to his advantage. By the time he had caught up to her, they were nearing the opening along the cliff. When he was in mid-alignment with Dara, he lunged, tackling her. They went rolling, at first as one mass, but Matthias pulled himself away eventually, and brought himself to stand, facing her. Now having time to think, Matthias wondered if Dara had ever participated in such activities. He had never been one to keep track of others' lives, and he was curious as to whether the death of Dara's parents had stolen away the childhood she should have had. He let out a testing, teasing growl, his features devoid of any malice. Matthias really just needed to relieve some stress.
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