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 Warrior Amora on Sun Nov 24, 2013 3:07 pm

Name: Amora Gautier


Age: 134


Gender: Female


Rank: Warrior



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Summary: Once in 1879, two humans gave birth to a baby girl named Amora Gautier. She was born on December 25 in Nice, France. Her mother was slowly dieing in birth. Amora was a sister of three older boys. She had brown hair and blue eyes with hazel specks in the middle. Amora stand at 5'9. She is notorious for her arrogance but her shyness over powers her idiotic brain. Amora's humor was her charm of her personality. Her skin was smooth, and tan. She was French and Italian. She is highly intelligent, but doesn't act bright. Amora is the meaning of 'love', a flirting maniac, but doesn't wish more. She was born human but bitten in her early-20s. Amora would keep her head down and ignore her surroundings. She was an abused child from her dad accusing Amora from 'killing' her mother in birth.

   In 1887, was the start of Amora's childhood as an abuse. Her father would come home drunk. Beat her limbs one by one, till she was crouched on the floor pleasing for his forgiveness. Her brothers were either out arousing some girls or smoking in the street with their friends. Amora was young and home by herself most of her life. Her older brother moved into his girlfriend's house, because he got her pregnant. Amora loved kids, she would volunteer from time to time, to take care of the baby. At school, kids would tease her and throw objects at her head. Amora, didn't care what the other kids think, but what hurt her the most was when the parent started to notice her and kept her children distant. Rumors were flooding the school, accusing Amora for selling drugs. Amora had to transfer twice from those rumors. Amora would do anything the please her family.

It was the start of Amora's teen years. Kids at school started fights with her and Amora didn't have anyway to protect herself. One day she came home with bruises and weeds in her hair. Her middle older brother asked what happened inspecting her body from head to toe. Amora could lie saying she tripped, but she started from beginning to the end. Kyle is her brother's name. He nodded through out every couple pauses, waiting for her to continue. Amora took a sigh and said she doesn't know anyway to protect herself. Her brother eyed her a minute and sighed as well. He explained that he could teach Amora how to defend and put her in boxing classes. Amora eyed him. Asking how he has the money. He smirks at her and telling her she's not the only one trying to save the family. Since then she's been defending herself at school. Of coarse Amora had to suffer the consequences at school, but it was worth it. Her dad learned his lesson when she broke his arm. He hated her for weeks, still does. Her boxing teacher had to talk to her brother a couple times, telling him that she has ability to break a person in half. Amora actually smiles everytime she's fighting another student. Amora didn't have trouble at school anymore. The kids were actually scared of her, and couple of them actually started to like her. Amora's smile disappears when she walks through the door she calls 'Home'. Her dad still beats her, but not often. Amora's life actually was still abusive, but all in different definitions.

   When Amora turned 18 in 1897 December 25. She was just graduating from high school. She left her family when she got a full scholarship in Chicago, IL USA for nursing. She moved into an apartment, across the hall from this attractive boy that looks around her age. Amora had seen him around her school, but hasn't said anything. One day she introduced herself to him, "Hi, I'm Amora Gautier just moved in a month ago." The boy turned around and smiled, "Hello I'm Garrett." She found out he was going to law school a few blocks away from her school. They hung out often, in each others' apartment rooms.

  One evening night, Amora was walking home from the restaurant her friends coaxed her into coming to, so she decided to take a break from studying. She socialize with them and left. While she was walking, she strolled past a familiar shadow but could convince herself who he/she was. She continue to walk, when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around, but didn't see anyone. She announced, "Who's there?" She continue her walk home, when she heard more whispering footsteps. She sprinted, but tripped over a piece of metal that split open her ankle, causing her to crawl away. Amora saw the shadow walking towards her. Amora remembered those hazel eyes, but didn't have time think. She started to crawl away again, then next thing Amora knows, she's crying in agony and mercy. She was half asleep when she heard footsteps walk away. Amora curled up in a ball, when she winced of pain. She lifted her shirt to reveal a bite as big as her hand. She got up and limped her ways, when she felt dizzy, and fainted.

   She got up the next morning in her pajamas, wondering how she got here. Amora lifted her shirt to show no scar or bite. She must a dreamt the bite. She was hopelessly confused. Amora got up and dress. She walked outside, into the hallway. She knocked on Garrett's door finding it empty. Her next door neighbor said 'Garrett moved out last night.' Amora left there confused and wondering... What happened that night?


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