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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One dark night outside of New Amsterdam lay underneath the harvest moon, a baby girl was born in the hands of two powerful Alphas, surrounded by a large pack of others. She had been named Noctavia, meaning 'a new beginning,' for she was to be the next of the many generations to soon rule over the pack once she was old enough and married. The baby had bright emerald eyes and tuffs of black strands falling from the crown of her head. The pack usually had grey or brown eyes, so they found it strange and rare for Noctavia to have such a pair of lovely hues, nonetheless they respected the baby, caring and spoiling it till she was to be put into proper training. She grew to a strong and healthy toddler, already reading by the age of two and knowing what she was to become when she'd hit adolescence.

Throughout grade school, the young lady was mostly quiet and cared little for anyone around her, she tended to stay in the background so she would purposely avoid contact. Noctavia was highly intelligent though, she was always a straight A student and had nothing to worry about. The pack had been telling her that soon she's have to be able to control the wereling on her thirteenth birthday, which was soon to begin. Noctavia knew how to control it but chose otherwise, the hunger had grown every day since she had found out, the hunger to shift and kill anything in her sight.

Once the Dark pack had finally found out she had killed four civilians and one of their own, her packmates scowled the woman, but feared for the worst in her. No one had been able to kill another in their own pack, especially not the man that went to check up on her. He was a guardian of their pack, one of the biggest and strongest, however, Noctavia had managed to kill him in the process. Little did they know that that night, that power gave her unstoppable strength with the help of being the Alpha's own flesh and blood. It wasn't her fault she had been born that way, it was her destiny to become the greatest and strongest in order to rule over the pack. She was never to be underestimated by her packmembers, but hated over what has become of her that she refused to control.

In high-school, Noctavia was noted for being the most beautiful every year, but little of people knew of who she really was. She spent her time with high-school drop outs or the occasional class clown, always getting into trouble, but somehow managing a straight A report card. Some say she was a nobody, others said attractive, and even sometimes she'd hear people calling her strange, like as if there was something off about her compared to the rest. Most nights she would stay in her luxurious bedroom and play the piano or even sketching, for it was the only thing the kept her from phasing into her other half. Inside there was a heart but it never really glowed for something other than death. Of course she had dates and occasional ballroom dances with royalty but the fae didn't really enjoy the likes of a male in her presence. She felt it was just a waste of space for such a creature that cared so little for females. Noctaiva left broken hearts where ever she went, no matter if it was in an important event or small greeting, there was always someone to reach out for her.

The pack had grown tired of her ways of killing individuals every night, her parents kept their distance from their own daughter fearing that she's kill them. Riots were breaking out, and she had no choice but to be exiled for eternity. The Dark pack banished her from their territories, shifting into their other haves and chasing her away till she crossed the border. Noctavia was willing to put up a fight but there was too many, she may of been the strongest and fastest, however there were at most twenty werewolves chasing her, wishing her to die instead. They'd trusted her to live up to pack expectations, to control herself to be a responsible leader one day.

Noctavia lived off her own in a convenient cottage for hundreds of years outside of New York City, going to college to graduate and major in both business and arts. She worked in the big city for years as an advertiser, creating posters or advertisement being paid thousands of dollars a week with her skills and high intelligence. The fae held herself very well around mortals until they were isolated, other than that she could handle anything with humans in the business working areas. Her job became more busier and she had to move closer to the city. It lead her to find a hotel under construction, she planned in advance that she would stay here once it was finished, and live in her apartment for just a little longer.

In, 1997 the hotel was finally established at the Francesca Hotel, finally able to live in or stay. It was probably the largest and must richest hotel nearest to Times Square and it was the most perfect place for Noctavia for it fit her expensive background and had just the right amount of great quality. She had known there had been another pack nearby the city and knew it'd be wise to start her own soon enough once she was settled. In 2012, work started to get easier, taking less stress off her shoulders and giving her time to start over, to begin what she purposely was born to do. Rule a pack. Noctavia payed the owner of the hotel every so often for bills in return for a few private floors of her own. He agreed and shared the deed to the hotel with her along with enough rooms to fill her own business.

Soon enough, in 2013, Noctavia set out every night to recruit shifters and claim territories for her own pack. The Bravehearts whom were the pack from 1998 resided outside of New York City in a large cabin surrounded by forestry. They believed that courage, strength and integrity were what their pack should shrive on. Pathetic she thought. Noctavia had named her pack Eternal Darkness because of her last name and what part of her is devoured in. A darkness so strong inside her never seemed to clear once she shifted. It felt wonderful yet dangerous all at the same time, intriguing the Alphess every time she had the urge to kill or shift. Her intentions her for to prove her pack wrong, that she was the perfect Alpha and that she too will create the strongest pack in all eternity. She will find the best of the best, and she sure as Hell won't give up.

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