Their eyes shine in the moon’s light as they fight. Their movements are fluid, smooth, and predatory. Lean, taunt muscles lay beneath different colors of fur and sharp incisors are visible beneath black gums. Blood spatters over their beautiful coats and color the ground red as they snap, tear, and wound each other.

Fur standing on end, you approach the two groups as they pause and separate as they take notice of your presence. Two pairs of eyes stand out to you and unnerve you. Both seemed to draw the respect out of you without your consent as you lower your head and tuck your tail between your legs. Power radiated from them both, and you’re unsure whether it was the large, dark grey male with golden eyes, or the black female with bright green eyes that had the strongest air to them. They both stood across from each other, and large groups of other wolves and Werelings in human forms stand on each side behind them. All of their eyes bore into you and you stop as you stand before the two obvious leaders.

Your muscles tense and they begin to shake as your wolf side slowly draws you towards one side, your true nature, good or evil, slowly reveals itself as you make your decision. Which side will you choose? Will you choose the path of light and good? Or the path of dark and evil?

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Ryker Dahling

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1 Ryker Dahling on Mon Mar 25, 2013 3:21 am

Name: Ryker M. Dahling

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Rank: Warrior

Summary: Born into a fairly prestigious, natively Irish family that prides itself on keeping a pure bloodline, Ryker was well taken care of all throughout his childhood. Never wanting for food or shelter, he was free to dedicate his time to more, shall we say, interesting pursuits. Given his heightened senses, he was naturally drawn to activities in which he had a natural edge. According to Ryker, “It’s not cheating if nature gave you the weapons.

As soon as he could drive, he got pretty heavily involved in street racing and that passion only increased when his family moved to France shortly before he turned seventeen. The fast-paced, split second action suited his tastes perfectly. At first, he was just a nobody that most people barely gave any attention to at the races. However, before long, he started making a name for himself. Ironically enough, people began calling him Le Loup, The Wolf, after his aggressive, predatory racing style. Ryker reveled in his new world. During the day, he was a fairly well-behaved, occasionally rebellious, but overall carefree son of a very wealthy family. By night, though, he became almost a different person. Confident and dashingly charming until he got behind the wheel. As soon as that happened, all the games went out the window and La Loup reigned.

The night of his eighteenth birthday, however, the moment that he had been waiting all of his life for finally came. All of his training and education by his parents finally came to fruition as he shifted for the first time. Assisted by his family, his first shift was much easier and less traumatic than something that would happen to a wilder, what his family called those who were turned by being bitten.

That was when he met her. Arielle Hamilton. An American girl who moved to France with her family because of her father’s job. Ryker never thought that it could happen to him, but he soon found himself captivated by her. It also helped that they had met on the street. Before long, the two became companions, of sorts. It was not uncommon for him to crash in her apartment after a long night out. His parents hated it when he came home in any condition less than sober, so he tended to avoid them whenever he was a little tipsy. This relationship, though, came to a climactic and unfortunate end when, after one of his more impressive wins on the street and the subsequent celebration, Ryker tried to avail himself on her. Needless to say, Arielle was not too thrilled about that—and even Ryker himself was more than a little bit upset when he woke up the next morning and remembered what he had done—and so she fled the country.

When Ryker woke up the next morning and remembered exactly what he had done, as well as the taste of her flesh in his mouth, he flew into a rage and tore the apartment to pieces. After he managed to calm down, he made his way back home and began to use his family’s extensive resources to track down information. To be honest, it was not that difficult, due both to Arielle’s fame as the daughter of an American broadway star who died on a plane crash, as well as the rather vast resources of the Dahling family. He managed to track her back to her homeland, America. Determined to track her down, whether for sentimental purposes or just to make sure that his bite did not kill her, directly or indirectly, he left his family behind and made his way to New York City. Once there, he began the process of tracking down his old friend.

However, over time, Ryker has realized a few things, both about the world and himself. He had changed, although his passion for racing and intense, fast action that racing provided remained as steadfast as ever.

Pack: Eternal Darkness

Joining keys: Membership Accepted



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Ryker glanced out the driver’s side window at the guy sitting beside him. It was painfully obvious that he was not the most experienced racer that he had ever gone up against. “Hey,” he called out his open window. “Just be careful not to scratch ya mum’s car!” His voice carried a trace of his Irish heritage, when he wasn’t trying to conceal it, which was, honestly, almost never. His opponent scowled, gave him an artful one fingered salute, and then rolled up his window. Ryker just chuckled, shaking his head a little bit, and then fixed his black eyes on the flag girl who, tonight, was wearing a bikini top and a pair of extremely short denim shorts. A couple years ago, she probably would have distracted him, at least a little bit, but now? Ryker fixed his eyes on the flag and, thanks to his heightened reflexes, took off from the line a full 0.7 seconds before his opponent.

Orange street lights flashed past his car as Ryker easily took the lead. “Too easy,” he muttered, angling into a drift around a tight corner and then threw his car up a gear and accelerated out of the turn. After a rather boring race, Ryker crossed the line, at least eight seconds before the other guy. Climbing out of his vehicle, he watched the guy climb out opposite him. “Was a good idea for you to take it easy,” he said. “That way, ya won’t have to explain any scratches to your mum tomorrow morning.” His face flushed with fury, the man virtually tossed Ryker’s winnings, about three hundred dollars, into his hand before getting back into his car, slamming the door shut and speeding off into the night. “Sharp as a beach ball, that one,” he commented, watching the car speed off. But then, his attention was caught elsewhere as people approached and began congratulating him, propositioning him and offering to buy him a drink.

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2 Re: Ryker Dahling on Mon Mar 25, 2013 10:00 am

Membership Accepted, post in any border of a pack in which you will choose. You may only roleplay your werewolf in the neutral territories for now.


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