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1:33pm Oct 15 2011 (last edited on 4:44pm Oct 29 2011)
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Ok, so here is the plot. Two were packs have hated each other for over a thousand years. One unknown indivdual {played by yours truly~} supposedly wants peace between the packs for also unknown reasons. So, he does something a little drastic. He kidnaps teenagers from both packs, and brings them to a plce far, far away from their homes, to learn. He calls this the Peace Acadamy, but asides from the obvious secrets, such as his mysterious motives for wanting peace, there is something else going on as well. It is up to the new 'students' to find out what, but can they put the differences that are so deep in their veins aside, or will they kill each other before they get the chance to? Additional info- The two packs are the Northern Moon tribe and the Southern Stars tribe. Both are equally powerful in agility, speed, and strength. The Acadamy is not a school. The 'students' are held in dorms, and eat in a cafateria at a set time each day, but that's about it. No classes. No learning. The only thing they do have is facilities in which they may learn if they wish, such as a science lab, training field, horse riding track, and a music room. The main building is seperate from the dorms, which are situated further behind it. The whole Acadamy is on a deserted island, with forests, mountains, and rivers, but no other civilisation whatsoever. The Acadamy consists of a little over forty students, the majority of which will be NPCs. Rules: 1. Up to three characters each, but only one major position per person. 2. No mary sues. 3. Aged between 14 and 18. No exceptions. 4. Gender ratios are unimportant and stereotypical of life. 5. Sexual orientation is a matter of opinion. You don't believe in roleplaying with gay characters, and hate those who do? Get lost. 6. Listen to me at all times; I won't be choosing a co. 7. Punctuation and grammar are essential. 8. One paragraph and above per post, please. Bios: Name: Age: Gender: Pack: Pack Position: Appearance:{both were and human form, pic or detailed deion} S.O.: Other: Packs: Northern Moon Tribe Alpha's child: Shaunie [f] [16] Beta's child: Skellig Dubh [m] [16] Ordinary pack members child: Krael Williams [m] [17] Omega's child: Lore [m][15] Southern Star Tribe Alpha's child: Serena [f] [17] Beta's child: Damien Bishop [m] [18] Ordinary pack members child: Lucia Campbell [f] [15] Omega's child: Tenebrae Corcra [m] [15] I am only looking for another two-three people to join. No more.
Well now. I should... Probably put something intelligent here. At some point. Eventually.
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1:42pm Oct 15 2011 (last edited on 4:41pm Oct 29 2011)
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Name: Damien Bishop.
Age: Eighteen human years.
Gender: Male.
Pack: Southern Star Tribe.
Pack Position: Beta's son.
Appearance: As a human, Damien has unkempt sandy brown hair and tan skin. His olive green eyes are warm and friendly, yet they simultaneously have a very bright quality to them. Damien stands at about 5'10". He is somewhat muscular with broad shoulders. If anything, Damien can hold his own in a fight, though he is somewhat clumsy. He has a long, thin scar on his left shoulder that looks like it came from a knife, but he refuses to tell anyone the details of how he got it.
In wolf form, the majority of Damien's fur is the same honey brown colour as his hair. His underbelly and paws, as well as the tip of his tail are creamy white. His eyes are the same colour as in his human form. He is heavily muscled and very powerful as a wolf, and is a skilled hunter. He tends to fall short when fighting against more intelligent opponents, however, AKA other werewolves.
Personality: Damien is socially awkward and fairly dim-witted. He is usually the last to understand a joke, or an insult, for that matter. He panics easily and hates to be alone for long periods of time. Damien is very gentle and he is an extremely loyal friend, with a protective, fatherly side. He has been known to put himself in danger in desperate attempts to help close friends. He has a tendency to be very quirky, often saying and doing things that make little or no sense. Damien, if anything, is eager to please. His somewhat docile nature often makes him appear weak or afraid, a strange combination what with how intimidating and strong he seems physically. In reality, Damien does possess quite a bit of strength, but he is just a big, exceedingly gentle softy and wouldn't harm a proverbial fly. Unless, of course, said fly posed a threat to him or any person that he felt he could call a friend.
Normally, Damien would never be one to hate another person. However, the werewolves of Northern Moon Tribe are an exception to this rule. He despises them more than anyone else, and he would love an opportunity to rip a few of them to shreds.
S.O.: Bisexual. He leans towards males.
Other: Damien has a limited amount of medical knowledge, having taken multiple lifeguarding courses. He wants to be a lifeguard or doctor, since he loves to be around people and helping others is very appealing to him. However, he's been told he 'lacks the proper intelligence and ability to act under pressure' needed for such jobs.
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Name: Krael Williams. Age: Seventeen human years. Gender: Male. Pack: Northern Moon Tribe. Pack Position: Ordinary member's son. Appearance: The first things most people notice about Krael are his eyes, which are a steely shade of grey around his pupils. The irises are rimmed with a darker, intense silvery blue and are flecked with varying shades of silver and blue throughout. He is lanky with longish shaggy jet black hair and pale skin. His teeth, particularly his canines, are unusually sharp.
Similar to Damien, Krael keeps his hair and eye colour when he shifts forms. As you might expect, his fur is jet black and silky looking, but his eyes change slightly. They seem almost dull in wolf form, yet somehow wiser and sadder. They are very much the eyes of an animal, but anyone looking close enough would swear they glint with that unnerving quality of someone who knows something you don't. Unlike in his human form, Krael's were form is downright intelligent. He is better at nearly everything as a were, and he is far more reserved and calm. It is infinitely easier for him to keep his emotions under control while in wolf form. However, for some strange reason, he much prefers being human. Like most weres, Krael will immediately shift to were form if he feels threatened. However, he does so more as a defence against his own anger than to protect himself from enemies. Were form is Krael's very own safe haven that he can flee to whenever he needs, and he is convinced that it is the only reason he is still sane.
Personality: Krael has a tendency to hate others without reason and is often very cold towards others. He is unstable at best, angering very easily and being extremely aggressive. He is rude and sarcastic, and as a result he often gets into fights, whether they be physical or just screaming. Krael is extremely impulsive and rarely ever takes the time to think things through. Despite his obviously very rough exterior, Krael does possess a soft side. The only thing is, it's been a while since anyone got him to show it. It isn't often that Krael allows himself to become close to anyone, but whenever he does, he will do anything for them.
But that's just his personality as a human. Something in Krael changes dramatically when he shifts to were form (apart, obviously, from his appearance.) He is incredibly different: humble, polite, calm, and gentle. He is downright likeable. The aforementioned 'soft-side' of Krael's is nothing more than a constant state for his were form. Yet, strangely, Krael doesn't like to shift to were form unless it is absolutely necessary. He is afraid that his ability will cause him to labeled as a freak, despite the fact that so many others possess the very same metamorphic ability. Krael's wolf form is not only a place that he can go to hide, but it is also one that he is terrified to use.
Other: N/A. ~~~
Name: Serena Zirven. Age: Seventeen human years. Gender: Female. Pack: Southern Star Tribe. Pack Position: Alpha's daughter. Appearance: Serena is tall and slender, with silvery-white hair that falls in a cascade of slight waves down to the small of her back. Her eyes are a deep cerulean colour. Something about Serena's appearance is extremely intimidating, despite the smile that is almost constantly present on her face. Come to think of it, it may very well be the nature of this smile that makes Serena look distinctly like one who is not to be messed with. It is closer in appearance to a smirk than an actual smile, a look which is only intensified by her intense blue eyes. In were form, Serena's fierce appearance is increased tenfold. Her eyes are even deeper and more intense, though her hair is the same colour. She is large, but only in height, as she is still very lean. Whether she is in were or human form, Serena always has a look about her that could only be described as regal (not surprising for the alpha's child). She always holds her head high and stands tall, no matter how tired she may be. Personality: Most people just meeting Serena would say she is polite and quiet. Those who have known her for a while know differently. This is probably because of how eager to please (and to look good) she tends to be around strangers. However, once she is comfortable around someone, her true colours start to show through. Serena is an extremely proud, fiercely protective person. She generally views her subordinates as just that- subordinates that exist to take orders from her. She does try to be a fair ruler, but she can have trouble with it sometimes. She can be kind of hard to get to know because of this. However, she is extremely loyal to anyone who outranks her. Since she is an alpha's child, though, that isn't a great many people. She only truly looks up to her parents and other elders. Serena can go from sweet and happy one minute to a rage filled beast the next. Despite this, her default mood is calm and quiet, though anyone who actually manages to rouse her from this state can expect trouble.
S.O.: Straight. Other: N/A. ~~~
Name: Lore ??? Age: Fifteen human years. Gender: Male. Pack: Northern Moon Tribe. Pack Position: Omega's child. Appearance: Lore has an uncanny ability to blend in with everyone else while simultaneously looking distinctly out of place. He is nothing special as far as looks go, but his green eyes seem to gleam with the unmistakable look of knowing something you don't. He has regular looking messy dark brown hair and slightly tanned skin. His only feature that is at all unusual is the bright green colour of his eyes. In wolf form, he is... different looking. Lore's were form has grey fur with a light grey, almost silver underbelly. ((Kinda like the wolf in my siggy)) He keeps his unusual green eyes. Lore is slender and very quick in both forms. Personality: Unlike what you would probably expect from an omega, Lore is not a quivering, pathetic runt who is afraid to even speak. That is not to say, however, that he doesn't have respect for his superiors. Lore is an extremely private and secretive person, so much so that no one even knows his real name. He goes by the alias of Lore for reasons that are unknown, although it is most likely because of his love of folklore and stories. He refuses to tell anyone his last name. Needless to say, Lore keeps to himself. He can almost always be found by himself, and it seems that he doesn't mind. He is very intelligent, but he is also very quiet. He very rarely speaks at all, unless he feels it to be necessary. Lore is very polite to everyone he does speak to, although sometimes the things he says don't make all that much sense. It would appear that Lore is more than capable of obtaining a higher rank, what with his intelligence and all, but he is perfectly happy where he is. S.O.: Unknown. Let me know if you actually get close enough to him to find out. Other: N/A.
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2:34pm Oct 15 2011
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(( Hey, "the Ty"! Join as Southern Star Alpha's daughter?))
Current Kir Quest: Silver Valabex.\r\nPlease R-mail if you can help.
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4:47pm Oct 15 2011
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[[But of course, Trancekins. :3 Name? ^_^ Sure thing, Kirakins. :D]]
Well now. I should... Probably put something intelligent here. At some point. Eventually.
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5:01pm Oct 15 2011
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((Thankies, Trulykins. <3
I be done mah bios. o3o))
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5:04pm Oct 15 2011
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[[Whooot. :D -adds in- I just needta finish mine now. |D]]
Well now. I should... Probably put something intelligent here. At some point. Eventually.
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7:47pm Oct 15 2011 (last edited on 7:47pm Oct 15 2011)
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Name: Naomi Arishan(our-uh-shon)
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Pack: Southern Star Tribe
Pack Position: Alpha's Daughter
Appearance:{Coming up}
Personality: Naomi has a very cool attitude. It's not esay to get her upset. She is very witty, sharp-tongued and-with extra training from being the alpha's daughter- intelligent. Although she has been raised to hate the Northern Moon Tribe, Naomi tries to think otherwise, even thought half the time she fails. This is due to her naturally kind heart and benifit of the doubt thoughts, but her slightly optimistic attitude does not go far.
S.O.:Straight
Other:{Dunno yet.}
Current Kir Quest: Silver Valabex.\r\nPlease R-mail if you can help.
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8:50pm Oct 15 2011 (last edited on 3:28pm Oct 29 2011)
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Name: Shaunie Daniels Age: 16 Gender: Female Pack: Northern Moon tribe Pack Position: Alpha's daughter Appearance: Shaunie has hair coloured akin to a raven's wing, a deep, depthless, blue-black. It falls in wavy tumbles down to her waist, and she often plaits it to keep it tidy, although only when she remembers. Pale skin in contrast with her hair, also bringing out her eyes, which are bright and intelligent. A deep green, flecked with teal and even with a few indigo specks, growing darker around her iris than near her pupil. She likes to wear simple clothing, and 'fashion' is not a word she regards highly. No, Shaunie has style. Loose, flared jeans, hugging her hips and fastened with a black, denim belt often hide her black and red trainers. The belt has an average-sized silver buckle, in the shape of a wolf's face, with some yellow tye of crystal for eyes. A loose, v-neck black blouse completes the look. Her wolf form has often been described as intimidating, to say the least. The darkness of her hair is deepened in her were-form fur, almost appearing to suck the light from the air around her. Her green eyes remain the same, although they appear to almost glow with a slight hint of anger or disgust. She is large, even for a were, taking after her father in terms of strength, and gaining little of her mother's natural agility, although she does have some. She has about an average speed, her huge paws making up for her lack of agility there. S.O.: Straight Other: N/A.
Name: Tenebrae Corcra
Age: 15 Gender: Male Pack: Southern Star Tribe Pack Position: Omega's son Appearance: Tenebrae's eyes are often believed to be the reason of his name, although it can never be certain, as no one wishes to degrade themselves so much as to hold a meaningful conversation with an omega. They are an incredibly dark blue, almost appearing purple, hence the connections made with his name. He isn't especially designed for fight, but more for flight. He is very tall for his age, reaching six foot, and that's without him being fully grown yet. Even so, he walks with his shoulders slumped, as much because he wishes to hide his height as because he doesn't want to be noticed at all. He has no muscle on him at all, save for that needed for running, and fails miserably at fighting. His hair is also dark, exceptionally black, but has a rather... unusual tone to it. It appears, in some lights, to almost shine a very, very dark indigo, so dark it can hardly be called indigo, but should perhaps be called black-purple. He is lightly- very lightly- tanned, because he likes to go out running in nice weather. In his wolf form, something strange happens. Rather than keep his hair colour, like most weres, he gets pretty much the opposite. His wolf form is snowy white, save for a patch around his right eye which remains the colour of his hair. His weakness is even more obvious in this form, with him being much smaller in build than the average were his age, but with much longer legs instead. His eyes remain the same piercing, deep indigo-blue. S.O.- Bisexual. Leans equally both ways. Other: N/A
Name: Skellig Dubh Age: 16 Gender: Male Pack: Northern Moon Tribe Pack Position: Beta's son Appearance: Long, dirty blonde hair falls down to his shoulders in usually tangled, messy tumbles. Unusually for a blonde, he has dark, chocolate brown eyes. Pale skin, small nose and lips. Wears baggy, black combat jeans and tank tops. He has an earring in one ear, a small, platinum stud, and he wears a thin gold chain at his neck, which he usually keeps tucked under his shirt. He's pretty tall, five foot eleven, as well as fairly strong, and has been known to have a little trouble keeping his fists to himself if you insult his friends... Although, he did once break his hand when he missed the guy and punched a wall instead.
In his wolf-form, his fur turns a golden colour, but it's still tangled and messy. His eyes remain dark, and his build appears bulkier, not that it makes much difference. He generally fails at running as it is. S.O.: Gay Other: Nutreally. Save for the fact he could knock himself out with a sponge 'cos of how accident prone he is. |D Name: Lucia Campbell Age: 15 Gender: Female Pack: Southern Star Tribe Pack Position: Ordinary pack Member's daughter Appearance: Lucia's hair is snowy white, and falls to about her mid-back. Her skin is lightly tanned, and her eyes are sky-blue, framed by thick lashes. She often holds upon her face a thoughtful look, and stares into the distance a lot. She wears skinny denim jeans, purple converts, and random tee-shirts, often depicting her favourite band. She wears a simple freindship bracelet, although she hasn't seen the person who gave it to her in years, and pretty much no other jewelry. In her wolf form, her hair remains snowy white, but she has a stripe of grey running up her back, and her muzzle and chest are grey as well. She's pretty light on her feet and lithe as well. S.O.: Straight Other: Not particularly.
Well now. I should... Probably put something intelligent here. At some point. Eventually.
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[[Ah, thanks, Kira, I couldn't find this thread. |D Aaaaanwho, if you guys could post your intros up, with them hoprfully going somewhere on their own -winkwinkwink- then I'll get y'man to kidnap 'em. |D]]
Well now. I should... Probably put something intelligent here. At some point. Eventually.
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12:25pm Oct 20 2011 (last edited on 3:37pm Oct 20 2011)
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((Waitwaitwait D: Is there anywhere in particular our charries are supposed to start off (ie: within the pack territory, wherever that may be, or at... home?)
Sorry. Dx I just don't want to get anything wrong.
EDIT: I got bored and edited my bios quite a bit xD
Also, I have some questions (apart from the one up there ^) to ask. First off, who can the werewolves communicate to while in wolf form? Like, if someone from Northern Moon shifted to wolf form and then tried to to talk to someone from Southern Star, would they understand each other? Would they merely sound as though they have an accent of sorts to the other were, or do they speak completely different languages? OR, do they sound exactly the same?
Second, what is shifting like? Is it as quick and easy as a snap of the fingers, or is it a long, painful process? Is it something that gets becomes easier with time and practice, or is it just a natural ability that you either can or cannot do?
Thanks in advance for answering the huge amount of questions I just threw at you xD))
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((Bump :U))
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[[Within pack territory, or at home, whichever you would prefer. It'd be easier for me if they weren't around a lot of other people. |D And they would be capable of understanding each other, although their languages have slight- very slight- differences, meaning some words are slightly different. Anytime you wanna throw in a different word is fine. |D And shifting varies for different people. Basically, the 'purer' your blood- i.e. the higher your rank- the easier shifting is. An alpha, for instance, could shift in seconds, whereas an omega may take several minutes. Although there are none in this rp, in the original story I wrote- which got deleted ;.;- there were half-bloods as well, half were and half human. It could take them hours to shift.
Practise doesn't really make any difference at all, really. |D And my apologies for late replies, I missed your post. :c]]
Well now. I should... Probably put something intelligent here. At some point. Eventually.
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3:21pm Oct 23 2011 (last edited on 5:39pm Oct 23 2011)
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((Okay. Imma go ahead and say it's nighttime. Hope ya don't mind o3o))
"I'm going for a walk." Krael barked just before he closed the front door behind him, watching it swing shut. He ran down the stairs, jumping to the ground when he reached the third last one.
He wasn't sure why he felt the need to go for a walk- especially not at this hour. He glanced up at the crescent moon and the star dappled sky, smirking. Krael had just been so restless, so anxious. He needed to get away. Going for a walk, even if it was the middle of the night, seemed like the best course of action. And so he walked.
Krael wandered aimlessly through the empty streets of his neighbourhood, tugging absentmindedly on the fraying strings of his smoke-grey hoodie as he did so. The only sounds that could be heard were those of far away traffic and, if you listened carefully enough, Krael's quiet breathing and muffled footsteps as he walked. Occasionally, he would kick at the pebbles that he sometimes encountered on the ground, watching as they went soaring through the air and then hurtling back to the earth.
After a while, Krael started to think about returning home. It wasn't that he particularly wanted to, but he knew it was better than the alternative, which of course was a lecture from his parents about staying out too late. He sighed and then turned on his heel, heading towards a back alley that he knew would take him home sooner than the main streets. When he was about halfway through the alley, he heard a strange noise like scuffling and scratching from behind a dumpster. Intrigued, he called out "Hello?"
The noise stopped.
"...Hello?" Krael called again, as nonchalantly as he could.
Suddenly, he saw movement in the darkness, accompanied by a pair of faintly glowing eyes.
"Come out," he said, no longer bothering to keep the panic out of his voice. Reaching for part of branch on the ground next to him, Krael added "I'm armed."
He briefly considered shifting to wolf form right then and there, but he immediately dismissed the idea. Only if it attacks, he thought to himself.
Just then, after a chorus of scratching and clicking noises, it emerged from the darkness. Krael braced himself for whatever terrible beast might com out and attack him and just as he raised the branch to swing at it he got a good look at its face-
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It was a raccoon.
Just a raccoon, he thought, breathing a sigh of relief as he simultaneously looked around to make sure nobody had witnessed what just happened. Then, he threw the branch angrily to the ground.
I'm fricking seventeen years old and I'm afraid of a raccoon?! He thought.
The raccoon looked at Krael unsurely, staring with a look that could only be described as extremely confused.
"Get out of here!" Krael yelled, running at the small brown animal. It fled, making small noises of indignation all the while.
Krael stood panting, then turned around and stalked out of the alley, once again beginning to head for home. He muttered angrily to himself all the while about how much of a paranoid idiot he was.
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Damien crept up behind a large hare, perfectly silent as he padded on the enormous paws of his were form. He moved with fluid grace despite his large bulk as he stalked closer and closer to his prey. When he was little more than five feet away from it, Damien bounded forward, no longer worried about making noise. He was upon the animal in two leaps, and he had it in his jaws before it even knew what happened.
At least, that was what he planned. Damien did catch up to the hare with ease, but when he snapped his jaws shut to kill the hare, they closed on empty air. The hare was already gone, running for its life in the opposite direction. Damien sighed, sitting back on his haunches.
Lately, he had had a lot of trouble catching hare. They were fast, tricky little creatures. How was it he had no trouble taking down fully grown bull elk alone, but he couldn't manage a puny little bunny rabbit? Damien stood up and began to pace, his paws leaving slight indentations in the soft Earth of Southern Star Tribe's territory.
It was frustrating, not being able to make a kill, but Damien decided not to let it get him down. He stood up, shaking his coat once he did, and then trotted off.
It was strange, but Damien hadn't seen another were for a while, despite being in his pack's own territory. Damien didn't think much of it. Maybe everyone else had gone home to celebrate some new holiday he didn't know about. Or maybe there were lots of werewolves around and he just hadn't noticed it. Damien knew, deep down, that something was... strange about tonight, but he also knew fretting over it wouldn't do any good. Whatever happened, happened. Who was Damien to try and change that?
Damien's carefree trot turned into a run and he picked up speed until he was sprinting aimlessly, just enjoying the simple feeling of the night wind playing through his honey coloured fur.
((Lol fail xD. I wanted to post more for Damien but I ran out of time so I was like 'He can run around for a while.' >.>))
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((FFFUUUUU double post. Sorry.))
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[[My apologies. My internet shorted out or something or other [really not good with technical speak] and it only just got fixed. I was unable to access any roleplays during this time, and sincerely apologise for any inconvenience caused.]] Shaunie wolfed down her dinner- pardon the pun- and proceeded to stomp loudly down the hallway and out the front door. Her dad was getting on her nerves again, once more trying to drill into her head all the stupid rules, laws and traditions the alpha's daughter was supposed to know already. She personally didn't give a damn about the rules, and only chose to aknowledge the fact that she was related in any way to the alpha when it could get her somewhere. Other than that, she may have been an orphan for all she cared. Slamming the door hard behind her, she ran forward quickly, deaf to the shouts of her father. as she ran, her raven hair flowed behind her in the wind, but began shrinking into short tufts of fur that melted all over her body, as her hands transformed into paws and her mouth elongated into a snout. All happened in a matter of seconds, without her even stopping running. It was a talent she was quite proud of, to shift while running, but she didn't even bother to think of that now. She quickly covered the ground between her home and the forest, not even hesitating to leap the six foot high fence that blocked off the forest. Strange things had been happening recently, and she was forbidden to enter, but so what? Who the hell gave a damn? Not her, anyway. She landed on the forest floor with a slight, barely audible thud, skidding a little before running again. She didn't know where she was going, when she'd head back, or even if she'd come back at all, but she just loved the feeling of being free, of having the fresh air of Northern Moon Forest in her lungs, of not caring about rules and laws and stupid traditions. As she was running, she saw a large elk, and slowed down to a stop. She lowered her body so her belly fur was just brushing against the ground, silently stalking her prey, but when she was about to burst forward to attack, something heavy and hard hit the back of her head, and she fell to the ground unconcious. Her fur morphed back into human skin, to be replaced by her flared jeans and black shirt, although she was in bare feet at the moment. The thing which had hit the back of her head was thrown aside, and she was dragged over to a van parked on the edge of the forest road. The person dragging her threw open the doors of the van, tossed her in, and locked the doors, before walking back around to the steering wheel to look for the next victim. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tenebrae ignored the fact that his father was passed out on the floor, stinking of beer and with a black eye, and chose to step over the incapacitated man to get out of the room. His purple-blue eyes took one last glance around, before he decided he'd go out for a run and sort out his miserable excuse for a father when he got back. Slipping silently through the front door, he didn't even close it behind himself, leaving it slightly jar. No one would bother touching anything an omega owned. It would obviously be worthless. Sticking his hands into his pockets, he wandered aimlessly down the street, glancing around at the other people. This whole block consisted of weres, but not a single one of them knew him as anything other than worthless. Sighing deeply, he walked down the road that lead to the valley, and shifted into his wolf form before going for a run. The snow white wolf practically flew over the ground, his paws touching soft soil or grass for only a fraction of a second before bounding back into the air. His speed was his one good attribute, running was the one thing he could say he was good at. He skidded to a stop as he saw, in the distance, a rather large, honey-coloured wolf running around with apparantally no set course. He didn't need to debate whether or not to speak to him; the answer was a very clear 'no'. Turning around, he headed back for his home, but before he knew what happened, he had fallen to the floor heavily and skidded forward. His wolf form shifted back into human, consisting of denim jeans, an ill-fitting shirt, and bare feet. The back of his head was bleeding, but the blood was pretty much invisible in his black hair, only noticable if you happened to touch the wet, crimson blood. The thing which had knocked him out dragged him over to a van- a different one than before- tossed him in, and locked the doors, before walking back around to the steering wheel to look for the next victim. Tenebrae Corcra was only the second of what would become a long list of kidnapped weres that night, Shaunie having been the first. Their names were of no importance to the kidnapper, however, and neither were their ranks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The same person who had kidnapped Tenebrae saw a honey-coloured wolf further down the valley, and grinned an evil grin. Looked like they wouldn't need to go too far to find another student for the Acadamy. Slipping out of a holster a tranquilizer gun- it was too far for them to throw rocks- they brought it up to their shoulder, closed one eye, took aim, and shot. They were a pretty good shot, and it should have gotten the young wolf on the neck, even from that distance, but it couldn't be absoloutely certain it would. ~~~~~ Meanwhile, the same person who had kidnapped Shaunie was now in the town again, driving along the road slowly and keeping an eye on various radars and scanners. Smirking to themself as a small blip appeared on the screen, they pulled the van up by the side of the road, and picked up an average-sized rock from the pavement. They saw a young man exiting an alley, and within a few milliseconds, the rock was flying through the air towards it's target. With any luck, the young man [winkwinkhinthintKrael] would be knocked out.
Well now. I should... Probably put something intelligent here. At some point. Eventually.
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... Screw it. HYE. ♥
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2:27pm Oct 29 2011
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((Don't worry about it, Ty :U))
Damien winced as he felt a prick in his neck. He craned his neck to try and get a look at the- well, at whatever the thing was.
He wasn't really sure what to expect (some stupid insect that decided to mess with the wrong wolf, or something) but a tranquilizer dart was not on the list.
Frantic, with his mind reeling with shock and confusion, Damien shifted back to human form and angrily ripped out the dart. However, it was much too late. The drugs had already begun to take effect. Damien swayed, trying desperately to keep his footing, before he collapsed.
His last thoughts before consciousness faded away, were 'That was a really good shot.'
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Krael didn't even have time to react before something heavy and hard collided with his head and he slumped to the ground, unconscious.
((Sorry for fails Dx))
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