Finding the Light- PG 13 (Violence)

[Shadowfaith]

RPG plot:​

Atop the snowy mountains, way back into the times of an ice age, where eagles seek shelter and bear?s roam wild, there once were two tribes, who battled constantly for territory and food. Their wars were brutal, the constant killings and gory battle scenes. Red coated the soft snow and bodies lay half deformed at the edge of the mountain side.

Yes, these battles were gruesome and always ended in tragedy; there were no winners in the end, only losses that they regretted for a short period of time before rushing into battle once again. They were unforgiving, merciless, showing no forgiveness to their enemies.

One day a battle took place upon a high mountain, where rumours of a strange light which touched the earth was said to perform miracles and extraordinary things. But of course, this was only rumours, told by the story tellers of each tribe?the elders did not believe in such farfetched tales and thus they battled fiercely upon the mountain top.

But little did they know that these sins were having an effect on the forest spirits. They did not appreciate sins such as war to be carried out on such a sacred spot, and so?the spirits of the forest cured both tribes, transforming them into Wolves of unique markings.

The Spirits wished for them to work together as a team and put aside their differences to find a way in which they could return to normal once again. The spirits knew that they would have no choice but to combine forces to survive the wilderness as animals. They knew that to survive?they would need all the help they could get.

Now the two packs struggle to find their way once again to the mountain where the lights touch the earth. The spirits have vowed to guide them only when they saw fit to do so?they would guide them only when the tribes showed that they could set aside their differences and work together to find the mountain top once again and return to their human forms.

Sum up:​

You are apart of a pack of wolves who have been cursed into these forms due to your constant wars with each other. Now you will set aside your tribe?s and work together as a team to find the spot in which the light touches the earth once again and transform back into your human selves.

But beware that you are not the only animals?or the only packs that roam this forest and there will be many times in which you must fight together to bring down your opponents. Also?your tribes may have been the ones to inhabit the mountain side, but this is territory of other human tribes in which you must confront or be killed. Yes many obstacles await you on this journey?even each other.

Sign up: ​

Ok here are the spaces that are to be filled, obviously not all?so choose a rank?but be aware that there are limited spaces and some have been reserved:

Alpha Male (1): Hazzy Aurora
Alpha Female (1): Kirra-chan
Beta Male (1):
Beta Female (1): Greta
Deputy: (2= 1 Male, 1 Female):
Healer (1):
Priest (1):
Elders (4):
Pack maids (4): Kagome
Pups (9-15):
Warriors/ Pack Hunters (7-15): ~*Strider*~, Kagome
Apprentices (7-15):
Navigator (1):
Advisor (1): Cybex Mewtwo
Omega Male (1):
Omega Female (1):
Seer/ Weapons master/ Mage smith (1):
Storyteller/Legends Master/Mistress (1): ~*Strider*~
Scouts (3):

Name: (be creative)
Age: (Human age)
Gender:
Description: (Wolf description)
Personality:
Rank/ Place in the pack:
History:
Other:
RPG sample: (I may ask for this if I wish)

Also, the leaders of this RPG are?Myself, Hazzy Aurora and Kirra-chan. Myself and Kirra made the plot and Hazzy made the ranks. Thank you to them both for their help and they are owners of this RPG as well as myself.

Also?read the rules before you join?Power playing is forbidden as well as OOC posts without a RPG post to back it up

My sign up's will come later

 

[Cybex Mewtwo]

Name: Viron (last name unknown)
Age: 30
Gender: male
Description:Larger than the average wolf. Jet balck fur and pale green
eyes. A slight nick in his left ear from an encounter.

Personality:very gentle and wise, he is well beyond his age in terms of
wisdom. He knows what to say at the right time and can figure
out complex things with relative ease...but he is also a wee
timid. He'll become shy in a large crown and may back off, but
he means no harm by it. He only trusts those he knows well.

Rank/ Place in the pack: Adviser

History: He grew up a rather harsh life in his hometown. Always the butt of
jokes. So he ran away from home and lived up on the hilltops for
15 years all alone fending for himself. He became one with the
land, but his temper would always get him. It sparks a lot and he
tried to calm himself, but it never eworked out for the best. He
was destined to be alone with his temper until his deathbed.
But as time marched forward, he became less and less
tempermental, but it developed into a lack of the need to
interact...

Other: He tends to keep to himslef unless he needs to speak.

RPG sample: Here is my sample

 

[Xhaiden]

Name: Fayllen Star
Age: 22
Gender: female
Description: A small female, grey in coloration with a soft white underside. Black marking spiral around her coat, two large black dots beneath each eye resembling tears. She has a small notch in each of her ears and has dark blue eyes that have siver flecks within them.
Personality: She is meek, tenderhearted and gentle in nature, devoting her very soul to protecting the pups. Even though she is generally atimid female, if the pups come to any harm she becomes protective and violent towards any threat.
Rank/Place in Pack: Pack Maid
History: Fayllen was a mother when she was a human, but her child was killed during a raid and since then she became very protective and motherly of any and all children she came across.
Other: Fayllen is opposed to violence, and wishes for the pack to be unified. Her name was given to her after the death of her child. Before the child died she was happy and outgoing, her name being Star Chaser. But after she became depressed and quiet.

Name: Storm Dancer
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Description: A black male with white marking in the shapes of Inuit writing all along his body. He is a large male, his body muscular and sleek. His eyes are a sea green color, pupiless which raises questions of his blindness. The male has a reddish colored tear beneath his left eye, a set of two eagle feathers strung through his right ear.
Personality: Storm Dancer is a spirited wolf who has a knack for making others around him smile. He is mischievous at times but can become serious when it is required.
Rank/ Place in the pack: Warrior
History: Storm Dancer was a newly appointed warrior in the tribe, his unique hunting and fighting tactics earning him that honor. He and his sister Fayllen Star were the children of two powerful warriors Storm Alarm and Star Gentiene who died bravely in a raid.
Other: His name comes from the way he fights. It looks like a dance, the way his body seems to flow fluidly.
RPG sample: (( If you want this from me just let me know))

 

[Hazy Aurora]

Name: Celcus

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Description: Standing quite tall for a wolf, he is a ebony black with strange flame-points on his tail, muzzle, ears, and legs. He has pink paw pads, and his eyes are two different colours. One is a calm, soothing sea blue, and the other is the flaming red of his strange pelt-markings. His teeth are ivory white and pointed, and his left ear his a large nich dug out of it. He has a strange gold earring on his left ear, a kind of meshed together string art. He has huge paws, and claws that go along with it. The flames around his forelegs are accompanyied with dots until the shoulder. He has a scar on his right eye. He also has a series of rings just below his eye. (Reference:

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Personality: Fiery tempered and flaring. He has a streak of leadership, and wolves can't help but to listen to his speech. He has the tendency to be strong minded, easily cold, and fiendishly cheeky, but when a crisis levels his head, he's the leader they all want. He takes care of everyone nobly, and is an accomplished warrior. He enjoys running fast, and fighting, where as he hates small places and cliffs.

Rank: Alpha Male

History: Since he fought for the leadership from a cruel and mad wolf, Celcus has led it with decency. He was member of a strange Pack beyond the horizon before he went wandering, and found them. Knowing this was his destiny to lead, he dilligently fought for the good of the Packmembers, and gained a scar over his right eye in the win. He let the lead wolf go with a warning. Never Return. But the wolf obviously helped the other pack...

Other: None

 

[~? Northern Lights ?~]

Name: Mearu
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Description: Being quite young for an Alpha Female, let alone a wolf, her markings have developed quite early. Her ears, paws and underbelly are tipped with snow-white, and her fluffy tail and chest are pure white. Her eyes are unusally coloured, with one being sky blue, the other as gold as the sun, and she has a rather peculiar mark flowing down her back. (Ref.

Across her chest is a scar, shaped as if something had torn through her flesh. The rest of her thin-frame is a dusty shade of grey.
Personality: Gentle, and bubbly at times, she shows the true spirit of a leader. Although she dislikes fighting, she will do it willingly if to save her pack's life. She has a tendency to be rather snappy if bossed around by her pack, although deep down, she has a soft spot. It takes months, sometimes even years to gain her trust, and only seconds to destroy it.
Rank/ Place in the pack: Alpha Female
History: After being abandoned by her former pack for having unusual markings, she was forced to wander the tundra alone. After many years of roaming as a loner, she has learnt the ways of the wild, and how to fend for herself. Soon, she found a pack, of who was owned by a rather snobbish Alpha Female. Determined to earn the pack's respect, and become a true leader, she fought bravely... and won. Since then, she has never looked back.
Other: She wears two bronze bangles, one on each front paw.

 

[Greta]

cool, ill join.

Name: Velmontin

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Description: She is completely white, just like the snow. You could hardly recognice her in heavy winter because of her colour. Her eyes are mixed grey with light blue, which makes thems both scary and unique.

Personality: Velmontin is known to be determinded and want to follow her heart only. But the fact that she's now an Beta Female makes her put a lot of pressure on herself. She's nice and carring to others, but she communicates with her mind in an odd way, a fact which makes others think she's stranger than they thought. Her eyes are a mirror to her mood, whether she's sad or brave, happy or determinded.

Rank/Place in the pack: Beta Female

History: In her human life, she has known a lot of pain and darkness.
She has seen both of her parents getting killed infront of her, and from then and on she didn't have anyone else except herself. Velmontin was not treated like most people of her age, she was treated in an odd way because of her strange eyes and blank face. After being cursed as a wolf, she joined a pack of wolves and won the place of the Beta Female.

Other: After what she has been through she can't trust people easily. And those who she thinks deserve her trust, will be given good care.

Sample RPG: Here...(its in the pokemon section though...hope you don't mind)

 

[Shadowfaith]

All of you are accepted, though I would like to see a sample RPG from Cybex and Greta.

Character one:

Name: Kalima

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Description: Kalima is as dark and the midnight sky, her coat being stark black in colouration. Her eyes are a horrific crimson colour, which normally startles her foes long enough for a fierce attack; they also help when catching prey. Running through her coat are abnormal, silver patterns, they make like wisps of wind on a clear black night. Running from her left eye to her top lip is a white scar; this was achieved in her human form when she was unfortunate enough to come in contact with a bear on a hunting trip. A silver patch also circles the tip of her snout.

Personality: Kalima is a fierce killer; she shows no mercy and no forgiveness to anyone if they have caused her wrong in the past. Though she cares deeply for her tribe and will do anything to protect them, she is not one to show any kindness what so ever?though she does have a soft spot for the cubs?the rest of her time is spent standing guard or some other form of protection or hunting. Kalima has also been known to have a very hot temper as well as a short fuse, meaning when angered, it had best not be you who is on the receiving end of her fierce yelling.

Rank/ Place in the pack: Warriors/ Pack Hunters

History: Kalima was very young when her parents died. She lost her father to a typical war when she was but five and then her mother when she had reached a mature age of thirteen. Her mother had died due to a disease which had claimed many lives in that particular year; it wasn?t unnatural for so many to have died. Kalima was taken from her mother in fear of being infected by the same disease?that was the last Kalima had ever seen of her mother.

Other: None

Character two:

Name: Haiku

Age: 64

Gender: Male

Description: Haiku is dark brown in colour, his under belly taking on a lighter shade, more like a tanned colour. His eyes are a dull grey and his sharp claws are jagged, showing the multiple fights he had once been in. His tail is a mix of different shades of brown, making a rather peculiar, wavelike pattern from the root to the tip. Upon his back are the same wavelike patterns, but these are of the same tanned colour that his underbelly takes.

Personality: Haiku is wise beyond his years, and has a kind and loving feel behind his logical words. Being the story teller, he knows many myths and legends and his logic surpasses that of even the eldest tribal survivor. Kind and caring, most of his time is spend telling stories to the younglings of the pack and to the younger warriors, he takes great liking in his job and thrills to see such looks of excitement upon the younglings faces when he tells the tales of years long gone.

Rank/ Place in the pack: Storyteller/ Legends Master

History: Haiku began his learning of the myths and legends when he was a young child; he listened to the older storyteller?s tales when ever the elder had a moment to spare. He took great liking in the many myths and legends that resigned in the forest and the mountain tops and they never ceased to amaze him. Even now in his elderly days, he still takes a great liking for them.

Other: None

If no one else joins then I will make a double post to start the RPG (I would edit my post, but hardly no one takes notice then.

 

[Wolf_Goddess]

Name: Benada Berr ((Bah, not that creative on the name scale...))

Gender: Female

Description: A deep black wolf with white legs and red paws. However, her back right leg is all white, with no deep red paw. Her eyes are a calm blue, and has a rather lean build, much resembling a Puma's body. Her paws are larger then most, but rather then run in a sloppy matter, with her paws thumping the ground ungracefully, she runs smoothly and rather swift. In fact, she would rather tir her enemies by running and then attacking them, rather then just attacking them.

Personality: Rather cunning and strong-willed. She would do anything to defend and protect her friends and family. Her spirit is firey, and looks on the bright side for most of the time, unless times are truly dire.

Rank/ Place in the pack: Deputy

History: As a human, she was known for her stunning beauty, her swift running, and her power in fighting. Her mother and father died when she was just thirteen years old, and dedicated the rest of her life to her tribe and fighting for it.

Other: None

 

[Alana]

I hope I'm not to late.

Name: Zukra
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Description: She was a young warrior and thus is a young wolf. But even though she is young she bares many wounds from battle. Thje most noticable of these is the one over her right eye. Her fur is rich black with hints of brown mixed in. Her eyes are golden orbs and her sharp fangs are whiter than snow.
Personality: She is sharp witted with an even sharper tongue. She's sarcastic but friendly and in tough situations she usually gets serious. She's a quick thinker which is useful in battle and she shows no mercy to those who threaten the ones she cares about. She's a fighter by nature and sometimes appears to be cold. A loner but at the same time social she has a very complex personallity that lies beneath what she allows others to see.
Rank/ Place in the pack: Warriors/ Pack Hunters
History: She was always a warrior even as a young child. Her father was killed in a war between the tribes and she vowed to get revenge. Fighting came rather naturaly to her though she still had to work very hard. At age fifteen she became involved in a war between the tribes which left her with a scar over her right eye and the warrior spirit in her stronger than ever. From that day onward she would always fight along side her tribe though because she was young she was still not as good as some of the other fighters though she was small and quick and she used it to her advantage. She always admired the wolf for it's speed, grace, and hunting abilities though she never imagined she would become one. She isn't sure yet if she is incredibly bothered by her new form. The speed of a wolf is something she was always curious about for they could run much faster than any human. And speed is the ability she values and likes the most.
Other: None
RPG sample: If you ask I'll post one because I feel to lazy at the moment. :P

 

[Raichu Master]

OOC: Excellent, excellent, excellent RP! Don't know how you came up with it, but it's awesome! Great job! ^^

Name: Zabini

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Description: A fierce warrior among his old tribe, one of the best they say. Rugged from head to toe, this man has calluses all over his body from wars waged and even this current war they were in the middle of. He was on the mountain top, fighting fiercely with his staff, until he was transformed into a wolf. Being a war veteran, Zabini is very well muscled, a giant among his people. He stands at a height that has made him a legend, at the height of reaching nearly, if not exceeding, seven foot. He had long shoulder length black hair, that in younger years would have been a silking rich black, but now it's highlighted with age. Some had rumored that he was a werewolf, since he was already wolf like, his muscles tight and huge, his teeth having the appearance of fangs, and his body covered in dark hairs.

As a wolf, he looks no less fierce. His muscles are just as burly as they were in his human form. His coat of gray is also highlighted in white, again showing his age. He is still one of the greatest, and skilled warriors of his tribe. The odd thing is, he looks like he was born to be a wolf, as it took him no time at all to get used to his body and moving in it. As for height, he might as well have been classified as a werewolf in full wolf form, his about the size of 4 wolves put together and is as fierce and furious as a hunting pack.

Personality: Pride is the most important thing to Zabini. His bold and brave personality is only reinforce with his pride, which as grown since he became part of his hunting team. He takes great pride in his fighting ability, and his ability as a problem solver among his people. He works his fist before he works his brain, and would rather fight than be diplomatic, which kept him from being the leader of his tribe long ago.

As a wolf, he is no less prideful, and no less bold and arrogant. The only difference is, he's more fierce (if possible), if threatened he'll start a fight. He doesn't attack his own people, but if a stray animal (even a whole pack of animals) the least bit threatening, he'll charge and kill. He makes a great bodyguard, and watchman.

Rank: Weapons Master

History: Explained in the description and personality.

RP Sample: This is my latest rp post. It's from Chimney Rocks. Here it is:

A sudden jerk sent Matt flying head first into Rae, and a gray streak nearly flew out the window as Nickel rebounded off the window and toppled to the floor below. As Nickel went rolling to the compartment door, Matt finally caught sense of what just happened and removed himself from Rae?s lap, where, if Ula didn?t move he would have squashed the little kitty.

?Erm?? Matt said as he looked over to Noah for help.

Meanwhile in a compartment far on the other side of the train, Rebecca, Russ, and Kelly were having their own difficulty with the seemingly sudden stop. Kelly had been flung on Russ, and Rebecca lost grip of her radio and it shattered on the ground. Kelly?s owl seemed unharmed and unshaken by the jerk, but Rebecca?s pup went sliding across the floor to the other booth, and Russ?s ferret had the same luck as Nickel.

?Is everyone alright?? Russ asked as he caught his younger sister. Kelly moaned in protest, as she climbed of Russ, and Rebecca was in tears. ?What?s wrong?? Russ asked yet again, as he looked over to see Rebecca crying.

?My radio?? were the only two words she could force out of her mouth as she pointed to the broken radio on the floor of the compartment. Rebecca wiped her tears on the sleeve of her elegant robe, and stood up, forcing a smile on her redden face.

?What are you smiling about?? Kelly asked snidely, she didn?t find anything pleasant about this situation, why had the train stopped?

Pointing out the window, Rebecca noted the town they stopped at a small town. It could only mean one thing?they had arrived at Salem Hollow. ?We?re here!? Becca said with a sigh, which Kelly and Russ couldn?t tell if it was because she was letting go of her lost radio, or if she was relieved that they were there.

?All students off the train! All students go to my left and load onto the carriages,? a very rough and rugged voice yelled above the bushel of students. No doubt it was the Groundskeeper.

?Well, I suppose we should get going then!? Russ said as he hopped off his seat and opened the compartment door. ?Um?? Russ said as he discovered there was no opening in the rush of students trying to get off the train.

?I suppose we wait then,? Becca said putting a calming hand on her younger brother and they all sat down patiently as Becca picked up what were the remaining parts of her radio.

Back at the other compartment, Matt regained his composure. ?I think we are finally at Salem Hollow!? Matt said pumping his arm before he took his kitten in his arms. ?I say we get out of this stuffy ol? compartment! Let?s go!? Matt exclaimed as he opened the compartment door. Luckily by this time most of the students were gone and they could easily make their way out. ?Shall we go?"

 

[~? Northern Lights ?~]

Name: Kaiyou

Age: 6 months

Gender: Female

Description: Kaiyou's pelt is a dusty tan colour, with dapples of chocolate brown and gold. Her eyes are a clear, crystal sky blue, with streaks of navy blue flames running through them; perfect for intimidating an opponent when fighting. She has golden flames running up her slender paws, and her fluffy tail is also dipped with them.

Personality: The young wolf pup has already showen signs of leadership, which Kaiyou's mother, Tsuchi, is very proud of. Although she has a rough, fighting spirit, she has a tender heart on the inside, and cares deeply for her younger sister, and respects the elder pack members greatly. Make an enemy of her though, and you've gott an enemy for life.
Rank/ Place in the pack: Pups

History: Kaiyou had lived with her mother and younger sister ever since their father had abandoned the three for another, more 'beautiful' wolf. After that, the rest of her life before the pack is a mystery.

Other: Wears a small silver bangle on her left front paw; her only gift from her father.

Character two:

Name: Tsuchi

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Description: Tsuchi's pelt is as dark as the velvet night sky, with not one drop of white on her. The only marked place is a scar across her eye which she was given in a memorable fight for leadership for a pack, of which she lost. Her eyes are a burning amber, and her claws gleam with silver. Her tail if long and fluffy, and when nervous, she has a tendency to chew at the tips.

Personality: Tsuchi is kind, caring, and has a heart made of gold. She loves to take care of the younger pack members, and is eager to share tales of wisdom, and wit she has picked up along the path of life with her.

Rank/ Place in the pack: Pack maids.

History: Shall be revealed later...

Other: None.


Character Three:

Name: Arashi

Age: 4 months

Gender: Female

Description: A rather scrawny-looking pup, Arashi hasn't inherited the royal looking characteristics that her older kin have. Her pelt is a dull grey, with small dapples of dusty tan; a unique combination. Her eyes are a soft shade of lavender, and her paws are small and stumpy. She has a small, fluffy tail that is tipped with tan flames, and ears tipped with snow-white.

Personality: Kind-hearted, and ready to help anyone, Arashi will refuse to hurt, or fight any wolf, whether it be a rival pack or just one of her own pack members. She loves to stick by her mother, and always stay out of trouble. The young pup is considered as an 'outcast' by the rest of the pups, and thus is left out of everything.

History: (refer to Kaiyou's.)

Other: Her eyes have an unusual deep purple flame burning within them at times.


NOTE: I have finished the little family, and note that all of these characters are RPable by all, so anyone can control them.

 

[Shadowfaith]

OOC-Ok all are accepted, I will not ask for any more sample RPG?s from the rest of you because I have seen you RPG enough to know that you are all good and well.

Anyways, let?s get this thing started. First post should have you waking up deep in the forest?I?m not saying we all have to be in exactly the same spot, but somewhere near by.

IC-The young Warrior had never felt so weird in her life. A tingling sensation ran up her spine and she felt as if someone had just given her an electric shock, and a painful one at that. Her legs wobbled with unsteadiness and her eyes, no matter how hard she tried, would not focus properly.

But the weirdest thing was?the four limbs that had not balanced her weight properly on her first attempt to get to her feet. It was as if they were not her own, as if they would not tend to her commands and take her weight so that she could rise from the snow covered floor.

She groaned and clenched her jaw, though the groan came out as more of a growl and her jaw...well, it seemed to be more powerful in a sense and longer. Something was wrong here?all she remembered was a flash of light after the battle upon the mountain top had begun and here she was?though she could faintly remember the outline of a wolf before her sight faded to blackness.

With one last burst of energy, she managed to gather her strength and gather herself up on to all fours. What really came as a shock was the fact that she could go no further, and standing on all fours felt almost natural. Her heart beet hastened and she felt an unpleasant feeling in the pit of her stomach.

?The river?go to the river? a voice inside told her.

She listened and stumbled over to the river?s edge; though a good deal of it was frozen?it still showed her reflection in the frozen ice. What she saw?did not please her in the least, and she let out a piercing howl that sounded not man, but wolf.

OOC-I have another character, I know?but his view on things is going to be a little differently because he knows of the legends. That will come in my next post.

 

[~? Northern Lights ?~]

(( Note everyone that I shall be changing my character's name to 'Dutchess', not Mearu. ))

The young wolf raced through the forest like a bullet, her fur streaming behind her as the wind wisped teased it. Her slender paws beat against the forest floor, and a crystal clear note arose from her throat. Knowing that soon if she did not hurry, the hunter would surely catch her, she sped up, kicking up a trail of gravel in her wake.

"GET BACK HERE YOU DIRTY LITTLE SCUMBAG!" The sound of blunt shooting rang throughout the air, followed by harsh shouts. Dutchess, as cunning as she was, instantly wheeled around, changing her direction. It would at least give the young wolf a better chance at escape if she could confuse the hunter...

"AROOOOOOOOOoooooooo!" Far off, a howl echo throughout the forest, the rays of the sun following the notes. Dutchess perked her soft ears up, raising her muzzle to the air to pick up a scent trail.

BANG! A bullet ricocheted off a nearby Pine tree, and Dutchess jumped with fright. The yells and shouts of the hunter were growing louder by the second, and soon, the young female would be his next victim, if she did not fasten her pace...

 

[Cybex Mewtwo]

"Uh....what....what happened....where...." (<---he's thinking to himself)

Viron tried to stand up, but he kept falling over. He sat for a moment trying to collect himself. "Where am I....what's this..."

He shook off the sleepyness and attempted to move about. He was traveling around attempting to find someone...someone to keep him company...he had been alone for so long...anyone would do...as long as they'd tag along...but his journey to find someone left him weak. Weak from hunger...weak from lonelyness...just overall weak...and he had little urge to continue. But his efforts were not in vain...for he knew deep down he was to meet with someone...whether it be sooner or later...but for now...he trudged on, climbing and leaping over rocks and such trying to continue on.

 

[Greta]

OCC:^double post...

IC: Velmontin woke up all of the sudden and could feel the pain at her right leg. She tried to stand up and when she did she left a small smooth scream.
She then looked around her and realised that she was deep in the forest,right where she remembered that she was hurted by another wolf. For one moment, she believed she was going to die, but no, she didn't deserve a simple death at all.
She looked at the foggy landscape again, and let heself sit down again.
It was a strange feeling for a wolfto cry. And Velmontin remembered herself crying before 2 years, when she was threatent by a gready man, telling her that he was going to throw all the things she had left from her parents. She finally let her tears appear and wet her white fur a little bit.
Crying was not for her, but she felt like she needed it more than ever. If only she had another opinion of the life above her...if only she had something else in her mind that would make her less depressed. if only her destiny was not finished yet...
And it wasn't. Determinded, Velmontin stood up and tried to avoid her leg which hurted like it was being burned. She couldn't wait for her destiny to come...she couldn't possibly folow the immature directions her mind was giving her. She was going alone to find and make her own destiny. She started walking as fast as she could, trying to ignore the foggy atmosphere. Sooner or later, she would find what she wanted.

 

[Wolf_Goddess]

Benada's eyes open and she yawns. My, what a terrible dream she had. She dreamed that she was a wolf, complete with pelt, razor sharp teeth and claws. She rises. Was the ground seemingly closer then before? She shakes her head, trying to clear these thoughts out of her head. Begining to walk. She looks at the ground again, expecting to see her bare feet, but, alas, she saw red paws...

RED PAWS?! She stumbles back, landing on her rump. So it was no dream! It was real life. She was a wolf, was it punishment? Strangely, though, she did not cry. She did not refuse to cry, she just...didn't. So, she was a wolf. Wolves were powerful creatures, perhaps the most deadly of the predators that lurked in this forest, more deadly then the human himself sometimes. She felt so...so...powerful.

 

[Alana]

OOC: Finally we started. ^_^

Zukra's head was spinning and her vision was a blur. Slowly things came into clearer focus. She was lying on the ground with snow all around. But strangly, she wasn't cold. But she didn't dwell on this much. She still wasn't quite sure where she was or how she had gotten there.

Suddenly a loud howl echoed from nearby. Zukra's head shot up and she leapt to her feet. A second later she was back on her stomach. "Huh?" She blinked. She spoke again. "What?" She know longer had the voice of a tough eighteen year old. She sounded, well, wolfish. She tried to stand up again. This time she took time to steady herself before trying to walk. For what ever reason she couldn't stand up and she knew she wasn't walking on hands and knees. So what was going on? She saw wolves near by and stopped. But she felt no fear. She never had around wolves but this was different. Something she couldn't explain.

It took her a few minutes to reach her destination. She kept trippng over her own feet. Eventually she became more accustumed to it and walking became easer. Once she reached the frozen river she looked at her reflection. Another wolf was doing the same thing. By now she was not expecting to see her own reflection but that didn't make it any less shocking. "I-I really am......a-a wolf."

 

[Wolf_Goddess]

She lets out a small growl, just testing it for fun. Her ears were extremely acute, and she picked up the sound of a howl. She looks around, her blue eyes catching sight of others looking curiously at their reflection. She turns to look at her tail, wagging it, testing it to see if it worked. Suddenly, her eyes happen upon her back, right leg. Unlike the other three legs, instead of it having a white stocking and a red foot, it was all white. Of course, these were just markings, but she couldn't help but marvel at it.

Benada felt utterly thirsty, as though all this examination was tiresome. She treks over towards the frozen river, hoping that by licking it would soothe some of her thirst. She actually was suprised that walking with her abormally large paws (and she seemed to notice that her paws were downright larger then the other wolves) was...well...graceful.

 

[~? Northern Lights ?~]

Dutchess, whom had been on the verge of being caught by a dirty, rotten hunter only minutes ago, was sure she had lost him by now. The harsh yells and shouts had died away, dissolving into the chilly air, and the blunt shooting was now a mere mystery. Breathing a soft sigh of relief, she took a few moments to collect her thoughts, that whirled within her mind like the whisping wind.

The glowing sun hung in the dusky sky like an orb, cloaking the land in a coat of many vivid colours. Dutchess watched with a most joyful smile, as soon, the flickering stars, or as she liked to call them, the 'Night Lanterns', would rise high into the velvet night sky.

"AROOOOOOOOOooooooooo!" A sudden, sharp howl rang out across the valley, breaking the moment's peaceful silence. Dutchess bolted upright, gazing around with a hopeful expression. She had hoped to be right awake when that howl came again... But alas, she was not, and she drooped her fluffy ears, dropping her head onto her tiny paws.

"URRRRRRRRRR!" This time, a much different sounding howl pierced the chilly air, stabbing it like a thousand knives. Puzzled, the small wolf edged closer to the drop-off at the rocky outcrop, craning her neck to listen eagerly.

Probably towards the south-west... She thought to herself silently, and with a last flick of her fluffy tail, took off once more into the gloomy forest.

 

[Hazy Aurora]

((I'm gonna start before my character was transformed. ^^;))

A teenage boy ran across the forest floor, his brown eyes wide with panic, and flickering with rage. There was the deep growl of the predator behind him, and he drew his strides longer, just in time. His moccaskin shoes skidded as he lunged, just in time to get out of the way of the ferioucious wildcat. He gasped as he scrambled to his feet. So this was the legendary Minoko...The hunter of the Forest. The killer.

Whirling around, he spun his spear in his brown hands, then leapt forwards with a yell of anger. His aim was true. The spear protruded from the animals back, and he fell with it in a whirl of hair. Feeling himself, he scrambled off the remainders of the legendary killer. Yanking the spear from it's body, he shuddered at it's mad eyes, as it glared at thin air, then wiped his spear on a nearby grasspatch. He then strode off into the forest again, his ears listening intently and his eyes scanning his surroundings. He wasn't a loner for nothing. His village had been killed by a wolfpack, and he was here to swear revenge. Revenge for his mother and father; his brother Deko and his adoring baby sister Leeha, dead because of a wild...beast.

The legends of the man-wolf could be true. He pondered, using the botton of his spear as a walkstick. I do think that it could be Tummn...transformed. The leader of the evil tribe had sworn a curse apon his mother and father, before vanishing into the forest with his tribe. A moment later, there was a horrible ripping noise and a howl. The only survivor said that the man had twisted horribly, his eyes rolling, and had gruesomly transformed in front of their very eyes into a black wolf with gleaming red eyes and horrid teeth. First hair had sprouted, then his limps had bulged and rendered him naked, leaving him to crumble away into the wolf. He then killed everything on sight. Except the survivor who had died shortly after this tale...Or, he had faked it then underwent his own horrid transformation.

He was obviosly rabied. Thought Celcus vaguely, crossing a nearby stream. Wild and evil. Shuddering, he started the horrendous climb. This was the roost of the wolves...

There was a low snarl, and Celcus whirled around, his eyes glittering dangerously. There was a rustle, then a wolf leapt out of the shadows straight at Celcus!

Yelling, he drew his dagger and shifted his grip on his spear. Spinning his spear, he thwacked the wolf on the behind. It yelped, and sunk its teeth into Celcus' arm. Yelling with pain, Celcus recoiled, and hit the Wolf off him and away into the undergrowth. Stumbling, Celcus hobbled away, clutching his arm with his un-hurt arm. Wincing, he fell just by a river. His body gave a horrible cunvulse, and Celcus slipped into unconciousness before undergoing his own transformation...

His face started to remould, whirling with a rainbow light. His legs...His arms. Everything swirled around his torso, leaving him with shaggy wolf hair. His ears florished into the wolfs, his eyes grew slitted and dangerous. His nose grew out, bringing his mouth with him, and his teeth sharpened to points. His hands curled into clawed paws, and his legs thickened. Certain parts of his leg shortened or lengthened. Eventually, a strangely coloured wolf lay on the bank, unconcious.