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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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Accalia Arlandas

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1 Accalia Arlandas on Fri Dec 27, 2013 11:56 am

Name: Accalia May Arlandas

Age: 250 years old but appears to be 21

Gender: Female

Requested Rank:  Warrior

Pack: Venantium

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[color=#ff6633]Joining Keys: Joining keys have be-... you know the rest ~Ze Evil Alphess

Summary: Some would say she where but a figment of ones imagination, lost in a world of the unknowing. Her beauty was thought to capture the young souls of wealthy men, there minds running wild with a burning desire. For decades Accalia was a woman who seemed untouchable; a woman who'd tease and let the rest plead. It wasnt until she found a man who seemed a mystery, so distant yet so alluring. Pulling at her strings like a puppet. His skin was exotic, bathed in bronze; smooth to the touch with a handsome smile, his name was Roman. The only problem was- Accalia was set to marry another from her parents choosing 'Alexander'. He was what others class as ' the perfect fit' He was respectable, loyal and extremely wealthy. The Arlandas bloodline where pure and successful; the family name respected above all. The whole lot of them where pure blood wolves, powerful and cunning.

Accalia was the eldest child of the alpha pair, The heir to the Arlandas empire. Their hopes where set on there golden daughter, expecting great things and willing to risk the happiness of their child to keep the family name powerful and secure. For years the alphas would show accalia the ways of the pack life, how to thrive and do everything by the book. Every single day, they'd push her to be even better then what she was, and then even more the day after. They where drowning in there own thoughts, there own wants and needs that they didnt even notice that Accalia was occupied elsewhere... with another.

She, like all women eventually do- fell in love with Roman. He vowed a promise that he'd treasure each day that he was in Accalias presence, and count each day as though it where there last. Because one day it would have to end, she was to wed. It was a month until the palid woman was to make her ties and simmer down into a position of loyalty and succession. But as the days where drawing closer Accalia was venturing away, planning to leave and not even make it to the ceremony. It seemed as though a love triangle was forming; Alexander was in love with Accalia, Accalia was in love with Roman, and roman was in love with her.

And now the day had finally arrived. She where to end her love affair and enter the world of duties, but the thing was; The passionate woman just wasnt ready. The heir was standing in her room, wearing her wedding dress and going through her vows, each time she said it-she felt just how wrong it was, and instead of turning up at the church- she wed under the moonlight in secret with her one true love.

Angered by the whole thing Alexander was driven for revenge. When Accalia rushed home to pack for her get away Roman was stricken dead on the stone cold floor a few yards away from his house. Accalia was never caught by her parents, and after seeing the display she was broken hearted and alone. In the end no one got the happily ever after- only despair. She went away, far away from it all- moving all over and learning the arts of fighting, and after all this time Accalia has landed here, for a new beginning.

[sorry if this has mistakes, im sor tired]

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Note: i hope you dont mind that ive used one of my posts from a previous site.

Darkness had encompassed the land and silence followed suit as the daytime creatures retired for the night, granting the nighttime lurkers their time to come out and play in the moonlight. The petite beauty had always sought adventure at this time, and though it was dangerous, especially for one as pallid as she who had difficulty blending in with the shadows, she adored being a night owl and faced the challenge of stalking random creatures just to observe their activity. Although spying was a dangerous sport, the suspense that came with the possibility of being caught had her crawling back for more every night; she could not help but fall victim to the adrenaline’s addictive qualities.

Just the way that it coursed so smoothly within her veins and the tingling sensation that accompanied it was enough to render her foolish with following monstrous creatures that could send her flying through the air with just one flick of their paw should they prove to look upon her spying with disdain. But she simply did not care – fear was a feeling that she had shunned so long ago. Even creeping upon the behemoth of a wolf that stalked the frigid air who appeared far more bear-like than canine-like did not scare the wench; it excited her. However anxious she was for the outcome of her little stalking session, she would refuse to allow it to show and break her cover; she remained collected and utilized bushes and trees to lurk behind and never followed too closely. No – she was always at least a hundred feet from the monstrosity.

Her breath began to condense as the temperature decreased with every step she took in the direction the other had been traveling, trekking upon unfamiliar turf though intrigued with these new surroundings. She made it her duty not to fawn too much over the change in scenery and, instead, kept her focus upon the ashen-hued bitch before her who remained silent and oblivious to her presence, seemingly too absorbed in her own thoughts to notice what was going on in the world around her. It was not until she approached a sort of metal haven that the brutish goliath halted in her tracks, causing Serene to do the same, but only for a moment. Curiosity drew her nearer not only to the wench, but to the fragments of what only appeared to be some man-made machinery that she couldn’t identify very well.

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