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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1 Searching For More... on Fri Oct 18, 2013 9:56 pm

The lone male had spent the day painting whatever was on his mind. In this painting, he portrayed a wolf pack running along the windy hills of the open wilds. The leader of the pack was a black wolf, with bright eyes. Her coat was thick and full, more beautiful than one he had ever seen on a wolf. Though it had been long since he had seen one of his own kind. He thought of his mother, and proceeded to paint more wolves running with her. He painted a wolf, colored very closely to his own pelt, which had been running alongside her. His mouth was ajar and tongue lolled in the wind. His tail was held high over his back, as if he were in a position of power. But this was not the most important thing. The look in his eyes, it was new, foreign to the wolf. Was it happiness finally? The thought of running with a pack swam around the canals of his brain. It flooded his mind with such ideas and forced him to rest from his work. He closed his eyes and thought of what it would feel like to be among a pack once more. It was in that moment he decided it would be time to find a new home. He appreciated all he had and the work he did, but it was not home. Home would be with others of his kind. Living as a human was getting rather boring.

Leaving his easel be, he moved from his flat. As he opened the door, he looked to his room behind him. His furniture was old and ran down. Cheap he had discovered from other people selling it, or throwing it out. Living in the city was expensive and his rent was not cheap either. He closed the door and walked out of the complex. Walking in the city, he tucked his hands into his pockets. He wandered around the place, looking at the shop windows and smelling the sweet smell of food. He grabbed a hot dog from a vendor and lathered it in ketchup. If there was one thing humans had right, it was ketchup. That was probably one of the best inventions the mortals created. As he put the succulent morsel into his mouth, he bit down hard. His canines extended softly, but he was quick to cover them up. It was a constant struggle with his true form. As he finished the food, he licked his lips and smiled to the scenery. He continued to walk down the streets until day turned to night. The sounds of traffic and impatient cars filled his ears. His eyes saw a new scene, one of darkness and graffiti. He wandered into the alley and found himself a decent spot.

Shifting in the shadows to his large brown and tan painted wolf, he stood at the invisible line. He could smell the scent of the pack, the aroma of multiple wolves working the boundary. Planting his four paws, he lifted his chin to the night sky and let his howl be heard, drifting over the land and bouncing between the buildings and windows of adjacent walls. He howled to the leader, or any wolf which could allow him entrance to the pack. As he finished his song, he started to groom himself, fixing any fur that had been moved out of place. As he found himself in suitable manner, he rested his hind quarters to the floor and waited patiently.

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2 Re: Searching For More... on Fri Oct 18, 2013 11:40 pm

Her hands clenched into tiny white fists, angered furiously by the likes of what a pathetic loner tried pulling on her at the borders she most truly tried to guard in her free time. The male's blood ran in plentiful streams that lead towards to what she knew not of, spilling from the insides of his own chest to where she ripped out his heart clean, no longer pumping as she had held it earlier ago within her hand. The Alphess was not of one for patience, never has been, and so the life was taken due to his lack of respect towards her, the moves he most surely tried to prevail upon her own body. Little did he know, she was aged with strength far from anyone around, and any wereling wouldn't be that stupid to overcome her in battle. Fortunately, the sides of her mouth and part of her arm was what only she had managed to get drenched in the rich substance, easily cleaning it off for a quick snack before shifting into the beast she rightfully was. The full moon was more than near, and she knew this full well judging by how hungry her counterpart made her, the sudden wicked rush of thoughts that mixed within her mind at such random moments of the day. This was however normal for her when it came around the time of the full moon's monthly phase, but it was like any other. She would black out, and then completely wake up to not remember a thing to what she did and how she attempted to stay away from the city life.

Rolling her shoulders into a nice arch, she released a long call towards the loner that spoke to her attention, rising to her complete height before dashing off through the darkness. Her pelt instantly blended in, obsidian as the night sky and the shadows that encased the building's sides. The alleys were nothing more than a passageway for her werelings to get around more easier without being discovered, a benefit to them as well as herself when it came to others. Finally reaching the male, she eyed him closely before letting out a cold snarl, curling her lip as she stalked forwards into the flickering light created by a streetlamp above them. Her piercing emerald eyes moved over him, eying his body and sternly targeting into his mind so that he would bow before her. Dominance practically spilled off her shoulders, blankly reminded of her past and what all she had been provided with in the blood of so many before her to create the person she is today. She growled once, ruthlessly caring not of the male's reaction, "State your name and reason for why you come wandering off into my lands you see here. I am Alphess Noctavia of Eternal Darkness, the pack that lives within these alleys you see here." She glared, stepping threateningly forwards, "Speak." Her words demanded, a bit of blood to drip off the sides of her mouth from earlier.


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3 Re: Searching For More... on Sat Oct 19, 2013 8:09 pm

With the appearance of the Alphess, Liam was quick to lower his head to the ground. His ears pressed tight to his head and his tail laid to his side. His eyes moved immediately to the ground, not daring to look at the Alphess. As he hunkered his chest towards the ground respectively, he then brought it back to his seated position. If it was one thing the brute knew, it was manners and the respect an Alphess deserved, or any high ranking member of the pack. He looked up to the Alphess, keeping his body calm and collected, while his thoughts raced a mile a minute. "Alphess Noctavia, I do not mean to alarm you. I am Liam Gracen, and I have been a loner for a very long time. I have finally found my calling and that is to belong to a pack once more. I seek acceptance and I shall swear my life to your paws, as well as those of the others within Eternal Darkness." He gave her a smile, trying to show he did not mean any harm in the matter, just a loner wishing to find more within himself and for his future. "If you allow me to be in your ranks, I shall share my knowledge of fighting and use my skills to protect all members of the pack. I am very quick on my feet and an agile mind to match. I am very well off with my hands and am often a great listener, if anyone shall ever need a loyal ear. If you accept me I shall be loyal to the pack until I take my last breath."

He looked over her form once more. She was as black as night, yet her eyes were bright as the summer grass. Too bad the brute was never into the female gender. They always seemed to be too much drama for his liking. They were always too involved with who would be choosing them for a mate, trying to fight with the other females to prove who was the best. Obviously any male would be drawn to such an Alphess. He supposed she was batting off mates like flies. But as he looked over her, he could not help but to think of his beloved Skylar. The jet black male was kind and caring towards Liam, more so than any wolf he had ever met in his life. They shared a love and a very strong bond, one they thought would never be broken. Trying to shake the thoughts of Skylar from his mind, he waited on the Alphess for her reply. If she denied him entrance, he would search for another pack, but he hoped such a thing would not be necessary.

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4 Re: Searching For More... on Sat Oct 19, 2013 8:34 pm

The voices died in her mind and smiled at his submissive display, relieving her growls to pure silence as she allowed him back to his seat. Taking on a proper stance, she slowed off the steam that rose in her body to cool, phasing back her body into what was a woman of beauty and murder filled eyes of emerald. With a swift move of her fingers, she removed the long obsidian wave that caressed over her eyes, peering to the wereling before her with the least bit of ghostly smile, "You prove best in battle and protecting you say, and so you claim yourself loyal to all of those that work under my power. If that is what you wish, than I grant you with that of the rank of a Warrior, brute. Consider yourself something worth my attention, that is, but, before we start moving ahead in my decision, you must speak first." Her eyes looked over him once more, keeping short as there was nothing to what caught her spark of attraction to him whatsoever. He was only an everyday brute, a humble loner to walk or wander into her lands to what would soon be one of her own, she knew. She had dealt with these too many times to count, her first being the Beta she now knows is her best friend. "If you words are true, than that gives me the idea that you will not disobey my rules here, yes? If there is to be seen or heard reports of your behavior, or for anyone else's for that matter from my Beta male, then there will be a bit of conflict between me and whoever has made it. And before you ask, the consequences are a list of things I can come up with on the spot, so I warn you, beforehand, not to anger me or treat anyone with disrespect here, or else." She stated with a serious expression, straightening her plain white sweater than hung loosely over her one shoulder for the most part. Underneath she wore a red tanktop, as well as a pair of dark ripped skinny jeans and her normal black converse sneakers. It was nothing worth oohing or aweing over, for which she was quite comfy, and cared less of what people thought over all, "Do we have a deal, Liam?"


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