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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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?

Venantium or Eternals?
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1Warrior Tatum Empty Warrior Tatum Sun Nov 24, 2013 3:15 pm

Tatum

Tatum

Name: Tatum Bores


Age: 256


Gender: Female


Rank: Warrior


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Summary: Tatum's life begins with some trouble, since her parents were trying to protect her from dangerous creatures. Her family had to split up for months to keep her safe. The baby didn't grow up in the right environment, since her parents were a threat. Hundreds of years she had to run and never stop, but one evening her family stopped to get a drink at a small looking lake and no one knew they were being followed. Well that same evening Tatum heard a cracking noise, so  she crawled over to her mother, and shakes her till she wakes up. “Mother I think we shall leave this land.. I'm hearing no-” The girl didn't finish her sentence when she heard a loud shriek come from her aunt, across the lake as she was one of the members that were guarding the lands. Her mother picked up the girl, carrying her away from the lands, and doesn't bother to check up on the others. “Tatum.. Stay calm and don't make a sound.” The girl obeyed her mother as she wraps her body around her mother as they run further away from them. Her mother dropped Tatum as she had impacted with a hunter, baring her fangs, and rips the lad apart, limb from limb. The girl wasn't much other then ten years old and she had no idea who her mother was. Frozen with fear as her mother glances at her daughter with a frown. “Don't be worried, I'll tell you everything after we escape.” She grabs her daughter once more, continuing her frown as she whispers in her ear. “I'll keep you save, darling. No one hurt you  while I'm still alive.” Nuzzling her girl's cheek before sprinting her fastest, reaching a trail as they follow it without a sound. Tatum was now sobbing into her mother's shoulder, wondering what the hell happened to her only family. Never will Tatum say anything to anyone about her past. Her life is a mystery and know one will find out. The girl is now looking at the world as a pathetic land with no self-interest.

Her life continues with a new secret she discovered after the day she witnessed her mother slaughter a human which was a werewolf hunter. Tatum is a pureblood werewolf with a difficulty of keeping her anger controlled. The female also has a habit of creeping along the cemetery at midnight with the stars out. That night she strolled from each stone, admiring the engraved writing and the flower place in front of them. Tatum wasn't a girl to cry ever but when it came to her family, she would drown her cheeks with her tears. Crouching next to a tree, sliding down the bark, and feels it scratch her back. As she is curled up in a ball, sobbing into her knees, she hears the same noise the night her whole family besides her mother die. Tatum straightens her body as she reaches her feet. “Hello?” She calls out as she hears a noise behind her, jerking her body to the left. “Anyone there?” She continues her calling and as she hears nothing, she sprints through the cemetery. “Tatum.” A voice whisper's. The werewolf stopped in her tracks as she hears her name, close by. “Who are you?” Wiping away her running tears, sniffling her runny nose. “Come with me..” The voice continues it's sinister whisper. “Come with me and you'll be who you truly are..” The voice becomes more clearer as if it's just a foot away filling up her air. Tatum gave off a curious look. “What do you mean who I truly am?” The voice came out of the shadow from the right of the cemetery, walking slowly behind Tatum.. “A killer.” The voice sneeks up behind her, grabbing her waist. “You're a killer Tatum and always have been.. I have been watching you from a distant. That night your mother ripped apart that man.. Damn I knew you guys were no regular humans.. You're a werewolf.” The female froze from his words, staying still not knowing what to do.. “What are you, may I ask?” Tatum turning to face the male, waiting for his response. “Just like you.. A killer, someone who likes to taste the bleeding flesh of a human.” The lad grins at her, pulling her closer to whisper in her ear. “I can teach everything you need to know. All the abilities you can do..” Tatum felt a cold shiver run through her as a rough hand rests on her lower back. Tatum wanted to squirm away from his grasp. “.” The man was trying to keep his grasp but had no success from the females strength. “You can't deny the beast.” The man whispering closer to her ear and slowly walked away from her after. Tatum didn't know what just happened. The other werewolf out of site as Tatum clenched her hands into fist, swinging a punch to the nearest stone crushing it in half. Her mouth dropped open as the stone crumpled to the ground into small pieces. She was speechless with a quick glance to her healing knuckle with a streak of blood running down it's hand. She shook her head fiercely, taking a run back to the small cottage she lived in, climbing into bed not speaking a work.

Tatum had found out secrets, more and more in her dreams. The female would wake up terrified, screaming, sobbing into her pillow, and more different ways. Her mother wouldn't sleep, because she's always out hunting for some food for herself. Well one night Tatum was old enough to take care of herself and her mother taught her how to fight and hunt animals. Mother of Tatum took her into the forest late midnight, teaching her how to hunter bigger living creatures. Well they both crossed paths with some werewolf-hunters. Tatum threw around some punches and slit a man's  neck til the warmth of his skin turned cold. She jerked her body around after she fought off five guys, while her mother was dead on the forest floor, drowning in her own blood. “Mother?” Tatum whimpered, looking up to the see a man in his late-thirties holding a stake, ready to fight Tatum. The female had a couple of wounds, but her anger to the man definitely had a way to unravel her super strength. Tatum and the man fough for about ten minutes until Tatum put the man into a headlock and snapped his neck. After it all had happened she saw all the bodies, dead laying across the dirt and grass drained of blood. Tatum though back to the night she crossed path with the other werewolf who told her she was a killer, then and there Tatum thought she was one, but she loved the thought. Running back to her house, closing the door, and locks it up. “I need to get out of here.” She hissed to herself as she gathers up bunches of clothes, shoving them into a duffle bag , and runs up to her mother's room, moving the dresser out of the way revealing a small vault, using the combination of 987-006-567, pulling the door open to reveal some savings her mother and her saved up for emergencies. Gathering up the savings stuffing them in another bag, before walking out of her room only to listen to intruders roam the downstairs. Panic raised in Tatum, causing her chest to pump a mile a minute. Fear rushed through her veins, trembling, but soon fixes herself as one of the intruders attack her making the female fall on the floor, cringing from the wooden flooring. The intruder told her to stay down. She didn't listen, instead she dropped her belongings to tackling the man to dig her hands in the man's chest, yanking out his heart, and tosses it aside. Crawling off the man to attack two other intruders, making Tatum to have wood shoved in her thighs, feeling blood drip down her clothing. She didn't give up she kept going, throwing punches and hissed to the men. A tall, muscular, and tan looking man approached her with a grin. The fae gave a disgust look to the man until he broke the two males necks, motioning her to leave. Tatum didn't hesitate, grabbing her things, and hurries downstairs to catch one of the cars the men drove. Starting the engine, hurrying her way down the streets. Maneuvering her way through the cities, town, countries, and more lands.

Centuries of running it was late 1900's and Tatum was making due with others. She didn't look a day over 22 and she went to college as a werewolf, never running crossed others in her lifetime of college. The Tatum was well-known for being a badass. She may look all sweet and the best person to trust, but she is a royal bitch looking for a fight. She has a bad time controlling her anger, but does her best with that. Tatum lived in New Orleans but her college was in New York City, living in the building of her college. Everyone loved Tatum and charming personality and the guys fell for her tricks every time, but one time she was walking through the building heading to the office only to find two tall good looking boys and they are twins. The minute she opened the door to the office, the boys drooled over her pure tan skin with her blond locks flowing down her back. “Don't get excited boys.” Approaching them with a smug yet smirk look. They did all their  greets and those few minutes they talked and got to know each other. Some times the boys also are scared of her, because she can whoop some serious ass and never hesitates.

But one day she was walking through the college on her way to calculus with ear buds in, listening to Drop in the Ocean by Rop Pope. She sang her favorite part, humming the rest.  

Misplaced trust in old friends
Never counting regrets
By the grace of God I do not rest at all

And New England as the leaves change
The last excuse that I'll claim
I was a boy who loved a woman like a little girl

And still I can't let you be
Most nights I hardly sleep
Don't take what you don't need from me


She sang in her quiets voice, but still able to hear herself. She wore her skinny jeans with a pair of flats and a leather jacket covering upper a blouse, since tonight she has to travel to the basketball regionals. Tatum is the main post on the BullDogs for college, she is their best defense player on the team. Her team has never lost a game this year, so Her hair is pulled back to into a pony with a black streaks all around in her hair. Rocking the badass goth look, she continues her stroll up the steps until a male bumps into her, dropping her phone making it crack the screen with her ear buds being yanked out her ear. Tatum's anger was burning through her flesh, she growled at the male pushing him to the ground as he drops his books. "Bi-" Tatum closed her mouth as he look familiar, just like Dylan her younger brother. "Dylan?" The male jerked to his left, grinning up at her. "Hey sis, long time... Thought I wou- Ooff!" He grunted as Tatum tackles him to concrete steps, squeezing all her strength. "Ohmygod!" She shouted with a single pause or breath. She let go as Dylan began to choke from lack of oxygen. "Love ya too sis, but why you trying to maintain a normal life, when someone can come by and kill you since you're a were-" Tatum slapped him around his face to shut him up. "Quiet, I'm trying to maintain a normal life, since finally the men are done following me. I've been having dreams and threats until I came here. So shut it and don't tell me to leave, because I'm not. Anyways aren't you suppose to be dead? Didn't our whole family die, a few decades back?" She whispered, gathering her books, and cracked phone. "I'm not here to tell you what to do, but I survive plus our Dad and some others." Dylan reached ground, whispering lower as he's afraid of listeners. "Our dad is alive?" Tatum jerked Dylan a bit to find his attention.

Her moods changed to relax, pissed off, happy, and eager. But her mood changed to upset as she found out her family died, but quickly redeemed herself since she promised to never cry again. She leaned against the building breathing slowly, steadying her breaths. But she had still one question. "How long have you been hear?" Tatum voice curious, yet secretly smuggled. Her brother grinned, just like when they were kids playing soccer on the patch of dirt the village lived in. The memories were beautiful to remember, but she has no time for a sob story. Her brother glanced out to the lake which is in the middle of the college courtyard. "I would say, I've been hear for a three months." Her brother didn't seem yet cheerfully, but he sounded like he was trying to feel sad. Tatum's mouth was clenched with anger, but she maintained herself, nodding. "Well let's get my stuff and leave... I don't want my little brother getting hurt." She said steadily walking back to her dorm gathering up stuff.

She moved back into her apartment, breathing in the dust smell with a tint of beer rum scent, since she lived above bar. Her brother moved in next to her. They both decided to go out to a club. Tatum dressed up in a tube skirt with a sparkling red heal and blouse. Dylan dressed up in jeans and a t-shirt. They walked out and began to take the long way, they both hear a rumbling voice attacking some men. Dylan wanted to investigate and sink deeper into the alley only to find a male getting his neck snapped by a homeless female named Amora, she was offered to live with Tatum since their both the same creatures. Werewolves.

Years later the female still lives with her secrets and never tells another soul, except two people. One day they were attacked with Dylan dying and Amora leaving. Tatum still had anger issues with controlling her shifts, but she maintains balance and control. But Tatum is not going to trust you easily.

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