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 Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 9:03 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ＶＯＩＤ.
Alpha Male █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ "Among creatures born into chaos,
a majority will imagine an order,
a minority will question the order,
and the rest will be pronounced insane."  Shaking. He could feel the muscles, tendons, bones and tissue of his body trembling. He was not cold; the autumn air was very warm. Not an overbearing warmth, it was comfortable; pleasant. His golden orbs looked up, his lips curling into a snarl as he released a terrifying sound from his throat. His claws dug into the earth and yet, he continued to shake. His eyes, lively and bright, seemingly sharp and catching everything was a farce. His vision was clouded and the shadows swirling, making faces and jests at him. These shadows were what made him cold, what made him so enraged. They would not go away and the more passionate he got, the stronger they were. Their voices would get louder, their forms darker, their groping hands closer. When they could completely cover him, take over, he would go insane. Every last bit of conscious thought and sanity gone within a second. It was those times he killed pack members or raped females. It was why he was feared yet, he was not the true mind behind it. VOID remembered every episode, where the shadows ruled but he could not erase the damage, he could not control his own body.
He was too proud for suicide. VOID contemplated it a lot, wondering if everything else was better off dead, if his soul was better off out of this body and out of the reach of the Shadows. Eyes looked to the clear sky, seeing the chaotic map that was the night sky. He took in each star until his gold eyes were looking into the white of Mother Moon. He stared at her beauty, ignoring the shadows, feeling them withdrawing from his side and mind. They would not win tonight. The shadows were winning more as the days continued. VOID did wonder if ending his life was for the best yet the responsibility of the pack was on his shoulders. He was the strongest male, who else could keep these creatures under control? Ashe and Charia would listen to no other, the First Born only listened to each other in the pack. VOID released a small snarl, not moving his eyes from the moon. He asked many times if it would be better if he was gone, Ashe denied it every time. Charia, Charia was useless because she never told him anything of her opinion unless it was a whisper of a name. The b***h would completely ignore him, just look at him or even not look at him. It made VOID want to attack her, to completely dominate her but he could not for he loved her for that. She was like him, she was a First Born.
VOID finally looked away from the moon, looking around the forest he owned. The view he had was not too impressive as he was in a small clearing, looking at ancient oaks and pines, fall flowers and grasses tickling his legs. Such a small area compared to the kingdom he ruled. Underwood was a great land, it provided his pack great shelter, had an abundance in food and water. Nothing else was more perfect, not even the NorthSky city, which was said to be the greatest thing in their world. Those humans were wrong, Underwood was the greatest city. Where the misfits of the labs could roam together, hunt together and live together. No chains on their legs and maws. No master to answer to, only their leader who provided protection. There had been some wolves that preferred their old life style and tried to return after coming to Underwood but Charia had whispered their names and VOID had disposed of them. Stupidity like that would not be allowed to threaten the safety of his pack. Who would sacrifice freedom to be someone's slave? It was completely idiotic, VOID believed every single of those creatures deserved to die.
Snarling, he stood up and started to walk. He had a even gait, stepped softly, shoulders rolling easily. He was a beautiful creature, more beautiful as a wolf than a man. His fur thick and soft and the color of onyx. He had a few brown patches but those patches complimented his bright golden eyes. A beautiful creature, an amazingly strong warrior but there were defects and someone with a sharp eye could see them. He was completely tense, ears flicking everywhere as if someone were to attack him. He walked tall and with power, yet his gait was faster than someone with complete comfort in their own woods. His eyes bright, but eerily bright and his pupils dilated, giving a look of insanity. His mind, oh how would scientists love to dissect that amazing organ in his cranium. If they could get videos of what his mind saw, they'd be haunted. He could not finish thoughts, he saw shadows, faces. He was plagued with anxiety. When the emotion got too powerful, killed anyone who seemed suspicious. VOID just wanted to protect his pack.
His thoughts were plagued again, as he walked. Despite his little oddities in his gait, he did walk with a gracefulness. He knew this land like no one else, every step he took, he knew what would be there. VOID never stumbled nor tripped, he never collided with anything either. Slipping under a low branch, he looked around, eyes looking through the shadows yet, never looking at them. He would not give them that pleasure. His eyes caught her then, a small white speck in the moving black. With no other thought he moved towards her, eyes set on only her.
She was nestled in some roots, looking at something he could not see. The fall weather gave the trees the beautiful, rich colors of red, orange, yellow and some brown. She stood out greatly. He approached her, slowly coming to a stop. He sat on him rump, beside her, looking forward. A soft wind played with his fur and filled the wood with the song of trees. He listened, calmed, relaxed. It was as if the shadows could not come to him then, that his insanity could not plague him. "The hunters of Southwood will come soon." He spoke to her, "We will have to gather the mothers from their dens and bring them back to the Moon Cave."
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2012 11:32 am
 ( ★ ) - - C H A R I A ◞_________________________________________________________the woods are - - - - - - - - lovely ↘
- - - - - - - - - - - - -❛ dark ↘
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 『deep 』↪ BUT - i - have - promises - to - keep, and miles to go before i sleep,
and miles to go before i sleep.▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰
Charia had not heard tellings of anything treacherous from the pack, spread out over the Underwood, as of late. No one talked of killing the First Born; no one talked of returning to uncivilized civilization; no one talked of revealing their location to others. Winter meant death if you were alone, with no pack to protect you, with no shelter from the Moon Cave. Frost and hunger would take you from this life, if the hunters' weapons and traps had not already. No one dared say anything, not yet, not when winter was just around the corner. This should have been good news which should have eased her tension, but it only made it harder on her. In her mind, just because no one talked did not mean the thought was not there. And odds are, she was right. This was the easiest time to gather a rebellion against the rebels, with so many bodies around. Rumors were bound to start circling once everyone returned to the Moon Cave, and rumors, though usually false, nearly always carried a grain of truth in them. After all, it is difficult to keep even the quietest of whispers a secret in such a space, especially with Charia keeping tabs on everyone.
Her pale body settled on a cropping of roots a safe distance from the mouth of the Moon Cave. Her stomach laid on the cool, moist earth. She lifted her nose once more and tried to pick up once more on anything in the air... No good; there still was no wind. The only scents she smelled were her own and the strong aroma of damp soil beneath her. Her light eyes flicked up to the great white moon hovering so beautifully in the dark night sky. The stars were hard to spot because her shine was too great tonight.
With no sound around, nothing to focus her thoughts to, her mind was left to wander. The dream had come to her again the night before. It was no longer a nightmare, it occurred so frequently. She dreamt of Boca once more, her hands touching hers. The dream was so real, she could clearly see the hint of crow's feet around her eyes, feel the hands that were so well lotioned, smell the perfume in her dark hair. The dream was no nightmare anymore, but it still kept Charia from sleep. Charia feared the only connection Boca still had to this world was through her thoughts in her waking hours and her dreams in her light sleep. The uncertainty of her life after Charia and the others left haunted her, even in her most peaceful moments--especially in her most peaceful moments. There was no way of knowing for sure what had happened to the beautiful Boca--it could only be assumed and suggested.
She slowed her breathing, slowed her heart rate--she was far gone in a trance-like state. The only movement about her was the slow rise and fall of her sides with each breath and the occasional twitch of an ear as she picked up the slightest sound. The sound of crickets had slowed recently, foretelling colder temperatures. If that was not enough evidence, one only needed to look at the trees: the leaves turning shades of yellow, red, orange, and brown before detaching from a branch and gently sweeping through the air to land on the forest floor below. The hunters were soon to come, a time most dangerous to the pack, a pack which had nearly doubled in size over the past couple years. Her eyes barely moved from one spot off in the distance, so trained were they on the direction in which Southwood was located. There would be no hunters tonight, but Charia would keep her silent vigil nonetheless.
Charia felt the pack was barely one singular entity, so spread out they all were--it was too easy for dissension to arise. Her messages between different groups were hard fought and hard won. But she always managed to know, if not everything, then something. Her spies were everywhere, her informants watched everything, and therefore, Charia was aware through this web of information. The last name she had dropped to VOID, the owner of that name disappeared in the night soon after. Charia only killed out of necessity, if the need was immediate, or if VOID laid the task at her feet. Others could wait for VOID's jaws to find their necks in the dead of dark. Her secret? She rarely placed her complete trust in someone else's hands, not even her spies'. Her mistrust was so absolute, so solid it was like a third living presence wherever she went.
Her right ear twitched at the familiar rhythm of his feet hitting the ground. He was bound to have come at some point tonight. VOID had been doing well recently, he was calmer than usual. But behind his face, she could all imagine the horrors he witnessed at every moment. The dark form appeared beside her, but her eyes were still focused on Southwood to the north. The wind seemed to follow him and Charia managed to inhale a quick sniff to sample the surroundings. Safe. The words he spoke she knew were coming. But she did not emphasize that she already knew them. It was best to argue as little with VOID; it was best to say as little to VOID. In her case at least.
"The message will be out as soon as you say the words," she responded smoothly.
It bugged her, however: the way he said "mothers." It was easy to assume what that entailed: the wolf and dog mothers. She would not let this slide, not like the year before, when a babe and his mother were lost because they were left out of the loop, because they were not told when to gather at the Moon Cave. No one took the loss as hard as the humans did--as hard as Charia did. She would not have that blood on her hands again. Daring to step out of line, she broke her gaze to look up at him and added: "The human mothers too, I assume?"
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Bavarian Creme Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 6:44 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ＶＯＩＤ.
Alpha Male █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ "Among creatures born into chaos,
a majority will imagine an order,
a minority will question the order,
and the rest will be pronounced insane." He knew this. Everything he wanted got done as soon as he said the word. It was very convenient; this allowed some peace of the mind to the Alpha Male, albeit a small one. VOID knew Charia would get the spies to send out the howls and the patrols, getting all the roaming wolves back to the Den for protection from Southwood. The Alpha was determined to not lose any pack members this year. He settled down, pleased with Charia. A soft silence settled over them, one that was not abnormal. The white wolf did not speak many words, which deep down always angered the male but it also allowed him the chance to speak of his horrors. He looked forward, feeling the wind play with his fur and he closed his eyes, listening to the leaves bustle while they play their songs. It was a deep, filling sound, one that he would never want to leave.
This peace was disturbed when Charia spoke her inquiry. The male's muscles froze, tensing and building. His pupils narrowed into slits and his lips started to curl. The wind stopped, as if VOID's emotions had some strange effect upon it. Everything settled into an eerie silence, not even birds spoke as his hackles rose, not looking at the other. The b***h would push her boundaries and ask about the humans, he should have expected this. It made him angrier like nothing else. Humans were the reason of all their torment; Charia hated her tattoos, her piercings. Yet, she still sympathized with them. VOID growled, snapping his head towards her, his golden eyes starting to glow crimson. The Alpha knew he should punish her, the fact that she had the audacity to even bring it up.
Yet, the humans that did live in the forest belonged to his pack, no matter how much he hated it. He was their Alpha, their care giver. VOID should not give them handicaps, no help because the howls only meant one thing: return to the cave. It was his job to take care of the humans, as some of his wolves had actually grown relationships with these creatures. VOID did not understand it, they were weak, they had nothing to offer to the pack yet he was nearly forced to keep these few. It was not hard to kill them, as every time he set his eyes on one he could imagine ripping their throat out, feeling the pleasure as their blood stained his teeth and stuck to his fur. His lips curled further, showing his large, white fangs, his pupils narrowing.
He stood, feeling his whole body tense and protest against the motion. His eyes were still on the femme, his once golden orbs a glowing red. A dangerous snarl escaped his throat, deep and echoing as he advanced on her, hackles and tailed rose in his show of dominance. VOID’s paws rested on the roots she laid against, nearly completely over her, casting his shadow over her, hiding her white fur from the white light of the moon. His teeth unsheathed, tongue curled as he seemed to be suffering from mania. He lowered his face, opened fangs resting near her cheek and slowly lowering to her throat.
“Why do you sympathize with them?” he growled, moving more, “After what they all done to you… You still care for the race.” He paused, snarling stopping and growing soft, “When you were a child… A man, your master… Touched you .The scientists… They abused you, your master… The artist defaced you… Yet, you stand here, and ask about their safety?” His voice grew harsh once more and the snarling continued. “Charia, the one who listens, the first wolf slave to be sold because she is calm and doesn’t bite the hand that hits her.” He snapped his teeth together, “Do as you wish my sweet, but call the wolves first.”
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 2:03 pm
☢Vegas☢ A humanoid figure trekking through the forest, that humanoid happens to Vegas. Vegas wasn't quite adjusted to the forest yet, because behind every corner there's a new objective to take on with brute force or with a tactical approach. Though this was his home now but the forest is a home away from home for him, but this home teaches him survival skills and how to connect with the animals of the forest. What's funny is that he was taken into a wolf pack as an Omega, which was fine by him. Even though he's considered an outsider it has somewhat allowed him to make jokes up about the packs members. Void is his main target for sarcasm and joking upon on, Vegas loves the reactions that Void displays, though there has been times where Vegas went too far, and almost got his life swiped away. In Vegas' opinion, Void somehow keeps him going. The death threats, the insults, and punishments. Charia is the one Vegas respects since she's pretty much one of the only ones that do. So in that case he doesn't mess with Charia, because without her he'd probably be killed by Void in past time.
So Vegas reached a stream of river that's potent with cat fish and salmon. He's pretty good at holding his own, hunting, scouting, though he's horrible at stealth attempts. As Vegas neared the stream of river he crouched and unsheathed his survival knife. The survival knife was gonna be used as a mini hunting spear so he'd have to lung it into the direction the fish are heading.As Vegas readied his self and his survival knife for the first attempt, he eyed a nice colorful pink salmon, twirling around in the water, but oblivious to Vegas trying to capture him. Then he pin pointed the next direction the salmon would swim toward to, so he lunged his knife and was successful on his first attempt. The salmon frenzied from the lung of the survival knife, though it finally bled to death to stop squirming on the knife. The knife felt a little bit heavier then usual since the salmon was stuck on it, so he decided to the salmon on the knife as he's carrying it. Vegas then walked his way back to the packs den.
Once he reached the den the members looked at him in a weird and awkward way, though Vegas kinda knew they would due to his salmon on a knife. He went on to find a vacant tree whilst ignoring his so called fellow friends that are laughing at him and making small remarks about his beard. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know I should shave it." Many of the other humans often told him he should shave it since it makes him look old and scruffy. The vacant tree he found was an old oak tree that might have lived for eons, but that's exaggerating. So he crouched and sat down near the tree while taking the salmon off the the knife. The salmon dripped little to no blood, it may have drained most of its blood back at the stream. Vegas then pondered whether he should skin and cook it or eat it raw. Vegas put off the salmon for a minute to reminisce about his city life.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 1:28 pm
A S H ExxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe ShamanShadows all around you as you surface from the dark
Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms
Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone?
The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone
 Eyes opened. Nostrils inhaled smoke, hands rubbed against leaves and sticks. Ashe stared into the fire; her gray eyes alight with a bright reflection. Her personal cave, which was adjacent from the Moon Cave, was smoky with the fire. Leaves, sticks, rocks and bones littered the floor and there were several furs laid about, for visitors to sit on. Unlike VOID, Ashe loved her human form as much as her wolf and spent most of her time in her human skin. Staring into fire, the shaman whispered useless chants through her lips.
Ashe was starting to sweat and her eyes felt dry from all the heat. A headache persisted at the back of her head and she knew it was time to take to a break. She doused the fire with a fur and stood, her legs throbbing for they had fallen asleep. The shaman stretched, hearing joints crack and moving her stiff muscles. A sigh escaped her and she walked out of the cave, looking up momentarily to look at the moon. Strength entered her and she closed her eyes, soaking up the light before she opened her orbs once more. All of a sudden she stripped and changed into her furred skin and with her clothes in her mouth, she took off.
She ran; ran as fast as she could through the forest. Enjoying the breeze, the smells and the sounds of the crickets in her ears; she loved it all and it was no doubt that the life of the night was her favorite time. Her mind vaguely wandered over to the being of VOID, where he was. Was he okay? Was he suffering? A part of her yearned to go find him, to soothe him and calm him; the other part of her wanted him to suffer, ignore him and just be selfish for herself. The thought of defying VOID hurt her however, literally made her heart ache. She loved the wolf and she did not blame him for the insanity that he suffered. She knew the humans had done it to him, mainly in hopes to weaken him yet, they had only made him stronger; more terrifying.
Ashe had thoughts to kill him, to put the beast out of his misery but what would the pack do? Though he was feared, they loved VOID because he did what he promised; protected the pack. He set out patrols, continued to save the hybrids and kept the humans away from the den. Still, after all these years, the trackers did not know where the Moon Cave was. The forests were completely unknown to them because VOID and his spies and warriors. They kept the humans away, they kept the danger away. But, was that an excuse to keep him alive? He would have moments of where he had raped both males and females of the pack, killed mercilessly. Should they completely ignore that? Ashe felt like she had to talk to Charia about it yet she could not say anything when she had the chance. Because it hurt to think she would go against the man that had saved her and given her this wonderful life.
Her dark thoughts were interrupted when the smell of salmon and human wafted into her nostrils and she slowed to see the human Vegas leaning against the tree and thinking. She watched him for a moment, her gray eyes calm and her fur sticking up from her run. Ashe changed into her human skin once more, growling softly at the pain of her bones re-arranging before looking at the human with a small smile. She changed into her clothes and as if she knew what he was thinking said, “Cook it Vegas. The human body cannot handle raw meat.”
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