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11/22/08~~ Well I know that it has been more than a while but Cries of Luna is back. All we need is members and this site will be on a role. I hate when a site just looks inactive an no one joins. So if your interested let me assure you.... This site is ACTIVE! Woot Woot!! I know that the site is in maintance mode and I'm not using that as a way to keep people from joining. I'm really updating the site. Check the updates for my progress. If you want to help with the site e-mail me at: turboismykitty@yahoo.com
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12/05/2008 So I finally cleaned up the boards and the and I think after I modify some of these packlands (yes some of the packlands were claimed before)... I'm going to leave the discriptions... but trust me they are opened for claiming promise you!
Hypnotist Error « Result #1 on Mar 19, 2009, 1:35am »
It was opening night at the Orpheum and the Amazing Eileen was topping the bill. People came from miles around to see the famed hypnotist do her stuff.
As the Amazing Eileen took to the stage, she announced, "Unlike most stage hypnotists who invite two or three people up onto the stage to be put into a trance, I intend to hypnotize each and every member of the audience."
The excitement was almost electric as the Amazing Eileen withdrew a beautiful antique pocket watch from her coat.
"I want you each to keep your eye on this antique watch. It's a very special watch. Its been in my family for six generations."
She began to swing the watch gently back and forth while quietly chanting, "Watch the watch, watch the watch, watch the watch.... "
The crowd became mesmerized as the watch swayed back and forth, light gleaming off its polished surface.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes followed the swaying watch, until suddenly it slipped from the hypnotist's fingers and fell to the floor, breaking into a hundred pieces.
Cheating Wife « Result #2 on Mar 19, 2009, 1:34am »
Sam and Becky are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. Sam says to Becky, "Becky, I was wondering - have you ever cheated on me?"
Becky replies, "Oh Sam, why would you ask such a question now? You don't want to ask that question..."
"Yes, Becky, I really want to know. Please..."
"Well, all right. Yes, 3 times..."
"Three? Well, when were they?" he asked.
"Well, Sam, remember when you were 35 years old and you really wanted to start the business on your own and no bank would give you a loan? Remember, then one day the bank president himself came over the house and signed the loan papers, no questions asked?"
"Oh, Becky, you did that for me! I respect you even more than ever, to do such a thing for me. So, when was number 2?"
"Well, Sam, remember when you had that last heart attack and you were needing that very tricky operation, and no surgeon would touch you? Then remember how the doctor came all the way up here, to do the surgery himself, and then you were in good shape again?"
"I can't believe it! Becky, you should do such a thingfor me, to save my l ife. I couldn't have a more wonderful wife. To do such a thing, you must really love me darling. I couldn't be more moved. So, all right then, when was number 3?"
"Well, Sam, remember a few years ago, when you really wanted to be president of the golf club and you were 17 votes short..?" wow Power Leveling wow Power Leveling
Christmas Love! « Result #3 on Mar 19, 2009, 12:53am »
Is Christmas dying? Holly that hang from the door is disappearing, Lights don¡¯t shine so bright. Christmas goodwill and spirit is hard to be found, Feeling I¡¯ve found my scrooge. Is it now that I¡¯ve grown I see a different picture, Not so tinted in green and gifts. Santa filling my stocking, Everything such a dream through a child eyes. Nativity plays being played at school, The birth of Christ instilled into our lives. Life is changing with so many different cultures and beliefs. Will the true meaning be lost? When we have people digging a hole with their wallets. Christmas is not about the biggest present, Or how much money you¡¯ve spent. Christmas for me is about love, Giving it through goodwill, with a smile or just being there. People may lose faith in religion, Never lose faith in Christmas, Christmas is love!
The Window of Heaven « Result #4 on Mar 19, 2009, 12:53am »
The window of Heaven is open, The angels can fly to and fro, And those that I love can all gather, And look down at Christmas below. For Christmas is special in Heaven, The love is so easy to see, And down from the window at Christmas, God sends a present to me. 'I will forever be with you, Your side, I shall always be near, And though you may not always see me, In your heart I will always be there. I will warm up your soul during Christmas, My love is a fire burning bright, Then my blanket of love will surround you, And keep you all through the night. On the brink of your Christmas morning, I'll be the star at the top of the tree, Shining my light on your teardrops, You'll see a reflection of me. Then as the gifts are all opened, With the children encircling the hearth, Look deep in their little faces, Their kisses will be from my heart. For the window of Heaven is open, My love can pour out so free, And those that I love can all gather, And look up to Heaven at me.'
Ashliya was built for speed, one can see it in her lean legs and taunt shoulder muscles. Again as she was born for speed, she is petit and lean. Compared to most female warriors the tips of her ears come up to their maws. Many mistaken her for a two year old whelp.
By no means is Ashliya the exceptional snowy or ebony beauty, favored by most males. Her grey and white hued body carries the scars of her past, which are many. Though most of the battle scars have been healed over and hidden beneath the thick coat. The attactive feature of Ashliya is her face. Narrowed and tapered beautifully, she has an intellegent and stern stare. Holding a no nonsense look in her amber eyes.
Just by looking at her bulid a Alpha's first instinct would be to test her as a hunter, because of her lithe little frame. Don't let her size full you. Her tiny form and quick movements make her one to dart under a beast and rip his or her stomach out, with exceptionally strong jaws. Ashliya prides herself on her lean frame. Always pushing her tiny body to take on even the biggest of males, even though she maynot suceed, speed is her key and power.
Personality: With her petit frame and gorgeous face males would find Ashliya the one to protect. Make no mistake this wolf once held a position in her old pack as head warrior. A title she took with pride. Her traits are sutible for the position while her body may be not.
As a heart crushing past hovers over her like a dark shadow, she is secretive and prefers the loners life compared to pack life. Of course as instinct prevails over any emotion with her, she searches for a new home and place to settle. She is only respectable to the alphas for alphas aren't alphas for no reason, any other wolf is fair game to play dominance games with. She looks down on wolves who don't take their alphas seriously or pack postitions for that matter, and that is enough for her to tear any beasts throat out. She is a firm beliver in respect is not given freely it is earned.
As Ashliya is a dominant female, her mate and pack have to be strong to care for her. If the pack is weak, then it isn't good enough for her. If a mate is weak than he isn't worthy enough. She distains weakness, in the fact that the wolves in the pack don't obey their alpha (to her that means the alpha is weak), and if a mate can't handle her dominant personality than he can tuck his tail and begone from her. Ash loves a good romp, play fighting with the males made her into the dominante she wolf she is now.
A fault in her persona is that she doesn't get along well with females, not that she doesn't like them she just prefers males a sutible company. She finds their play fights and dominant battles fun to watch. Any female that enjoys playing with males like her is her bestfriend.
Another flaw is she is a tad bit of a flirt with the dominant wolves, including unmated top warriors, top hunters, deltas, betas, and of course the Alpha is fair game. She enjoys to loosen them up and chase her around, she misses her mate, but she has had plently of time to be over with him. She is now ready to take on a new mate.
Ashliya to sum up is a female with a powerful mind, body, and soul. If she wants something she's going to get it. Wise beyond her years, as she's lived the past year as a loner. Tough and when she loosens up around another wolf she is witty and proves to provide a good, intelligent conversation.
History: So she was born. Her mother curled around her and her den mates. Or at least she thought this was her mother. In reality her mother was laying dead for conceiving her. Laying dead just as she was supposed to be. No, the Alpha female, Lashka, had some what of a heart for pups. No beast could explain that, especially since Lashka wasn't known for her kind-hearted spirt. No, she was hard and cold as ice that blew around outside the den. Not that Ashliya cared. She was just glad to have warm milk flowing in her mouth. Lashka bent her bloodied mouth and licked the nursing pups, especially her newest addition. With a satisfied woof she lay to sleep while the pack mulled over her making an example out of Nula and Jaquin. With a sick grin Lashka fell into a pleasent slumber.
~.1 year later.~
"Hold still Ash!"
Ashliya was high off of adrinaline. She had just won her first mock battle. Her tail was about to wag off her rump with excitement. Lashka had one of her twisted smiles on her face as she watched her favorite pup. She couldn't even hold back her surprise as Ashliya was able to trump her tutor, Top Warrior Darken, in a mock battle. Lashka watched as all of her pups, Draquen, Leemeh, Ahmun, and Ashliya take hit after hit. Yet the smallest one, her Ash, was able to make Darken fall flat on his face.
Of course that could be just the fact that Darken was eyeing Ash with tenderness instead of his usual distain for pups. Lashka turned her head from the happy whelp, to hide her chagrin. Lashka cut her eyes towards the male. Ashliya was currently bouncing around him with puppy enthusiassim. Nipping at his feet and tail, begging for another fight.
"Ash. It is enough for one day. Darken, round your troops for another run around the terra. We wouldn't want the Aps pack coming near us again." Lashka turned her tail and made her way back towards the dens.
"Fun stuff! Hey Ahmun, Draquen, Leemeh since Momma sent Darken out... and Miss Lunna has her paws full with the other new borns... let's go exploring. Maybe run the borders ourselves?" Ashliya gave a devilish smirk. "Of course if your chicken I'll go alone...." Three indignant yelps chased after the fleeing female. Ash barked some laughter and dashed out of the packs camp and into the forest.
The three whelps slinked carefully through the undergrowth. Birds chirped and flitted about in the canoy above. Ash couldn't help but feel shiveres down her spine. Couldn't help but remember catching the growling tones her mother sent towards Darken as he was about to play with Ashliya. With a headstrong attitude she pushed on ahead of her bigger siblings. They would follow her sent. As she pondered... Ash heard a weird noise. She stopped and contemplated the noise. With a shake of her head she padded past the bushes....
With a snarl a huge ungly brute burst out of the foilage. Ashliya yelped and could hear a bunch of other feet, from her spot on the ground.
"Well, Well. A whelp away from her pack.... Tsk, tsk little one that is not a good idea.... What do you say boys?" the males voice was that of rocks grating together, and the cackling his two other comerades made were just as bad.
Ashliya snarled, "Let me up if my mother...."
"If Lashka does what? What about Lucien? That's right your pathetic father lets your mother run the pack. We've been watching your little lands for a while and let me say, me and these fools could easily take out this shin-dig." the brute chuckled and pushed his nose into Ashliya's.
Ashliya flipped over onto her belly and zoomed out from under the male. She gave a sinister snarl that her mother would be proud of, "I could take you out."
"Oh yeah?" with that he lunged at Ashliya.
She used the move Darken had taughter her that day. Duck, weave hit their weak point, the stomach. She didn't get through the thick fur but she latched on to his side hearing him yelp with surprise.
If this were a fair fight Ashliya would have won that battle but of course... the two other dark brown males lunged in. At that moment howls filled the terra and even though Ashliya was flung into a tree she could help but feel joy. Dazed she realized the pack was coming.
Darken was the first to reach the scuffle. He quickly and sufficently took out the unsuspecting male that had knocked his Ashliya into a tree. He turned to the other two as the rest of the pack filled in. Hehe went into a protective crouch over Ashliya, "Touch her, I dare you!". The words were enough to keep the brutes whimpering back.
Lashka leaped at the two males, hackles raised and her teeth ripped into the male closest to her. Who they were didn't matter. She wanted those two dead. Oh? Three. Quickly she turned with blooded lips to the male with the bleeding side on the ground. "So you think you can handle my pack?"
She finished him off without an answer. With a flick of her tail her wolves finished off the rest. The mottled black she-wolf went to her charge. "Move Darken. She is safe now."
Then she gave Ashliya a punishing nip to her nose. The whelp yelped as her mother's teeth broke skin. Oh Ash knew the ice queen was pissed. With that done Lashka stalked back into the trees... towards the dens.
Ashliya whimpered and lowered her ears and crouched lower to the ground. Darken looked at the whelp with... pride? She shook her head and followed her mentor. Keeping her eyes lowered to the ground. When she reached the dens she went straight to her den and curled up in the warm grass.
~.1 year later.~
"Ash! Psst come on sleeply wolf! You promised."
Ash stretched in her den and rolled over to gaze at the lovely face of Darken. Secretly he was her mate. Something they hid very well from her mother. As well as their plan to leave the pack. It was growing weak as her mother grew more and more insane. Darken was now Lucien's third. The delta of the pack. A title her mother hated with a passion, almost as much as she hated Darken.
Ashliya was promoted to the Head warrior. A title she took with pride. That little skirmish a year ago and the few battles that happened between then have left her free of her puppy attitude and the skills she needed for her position. Dispite her whelp size.
Ash padded from the den and stretched. This was another two member hunt Darken and she made together. She gave her mate a sly grin and leaped gracefully over him and darted off to the trees.
"Ash..." Darken panted as they lay side by side in the grass.
"Hmmm?" she licked his maw tenderly.
"Let's get out of here... tonight." He pulled him self up from the ground into a sitting position.
They gazed at each other for a long time and Ashliya gave a small huff. "Are you daft? Of course. My mother is getting a little...."
She trailed off. Everyone in the pack knew of the Alpha female's weakening mental health. Growing more and more possesive of Ashliya herself, and the pups. Mostly Ashliya. Ash didn't know how to handle the mood swings. But she couldn't take them anymore. She herself couldn't take the wild random attacks on other packs, the expulsions of the pack members she'd known since she was a pup. Ashliya looked up at the sky. Dark clouds hung over the terra and she shivered moving closer to her mate. "Let's go... now."
As they stood to leave a blackened shape ran like demons were chasing it straight into Darken. He gave no yelp no cry. Just the crushing sound of his neck being broken. The sound that plauged Ashliya's mind for months.
With a gasp she turned to look at her dead mate and Lashka pacing back and forth muttering incoheirent words. He wasn't here anymore! Ash kept that running that through her head over and over. 'He's not here, he's gone, he's not here, he's gone,' over and over. She almost felt as mad as her pacing mother. Speaking of. The black bitch stopped and stared at Ashliya.
"You! See what you have done? You just like your mother...." Ash took a step back. What? "No! I'm your mother, I'm your mother, I'm your mother, I'm your mother...."
Ash took a few more steps back as froth fell in long strands from Lashka's mouth. She stopped then turned to Ashliya, "But you must be punished. If I kill you oh well. I should have YEARS ago!"
Two wolves streaked through the forest. Ash was going to leave. She would grieve Darken later now she had her pychopathic mother on her tail. Chasing her, snarling one minute, then whimpering another minute. Finally the boarders, Ash crossed over them as an invisible wall stopped her mother. Her last cries haunted Ash, just as the breaking of Darken's neck. "ASH-LEE-YAH! You're real mother, Nula. That whoremonger! I should have killed you just like HER!!!!"
~.1 year later.~ Grieving done, and being a loner has made her stonger and rethink her take on life. She is looking for a home either a home she will run herself or a home she will join.
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Her jaw dropped how dare this insolent son of a bitch! She felt the snarl appear on her maw and then she dropped it. One scar one tale. She had plently of other scars. Three and a half years old she had enough scars and too many tales. Ashliya closed her eyes and let the old ones rattling come and leave. He was an old fool, he knew nothing of her. He knew nothing of what she'd been through with her own mother? Heck she didn't even know her real mother, killed before Ashliya even opened her eyes. The old pack was through this was the new one. She turned to Altair, she was older than this wolf but by only a few months. She threw the older wolf a blank look, mostly controlling her anger. Yeah this was step one to becoming a better wolf.... Inwardly she snickered.
"If that is how you wish to judge me, then fine. You know nothing of me. One scar, one tale. I have plenty underneth my coat. Too many to remember the tales. No I have not walked as many years as you, but I wager that I'm only a year and a half younger then you." her voice was level and she dropped her defensive postition. Yes she went against all her instincts to kill the brute in front of her but as her anger built she would put it into hunting some creature. "You crazy old fool. I'm not going to babble about my past, for it's in the past. I really don't care about your. I care about my future and what my instincts say. I'm sorry you keep living in the past.
Ashliya then looked at Altair and back to the old wolf, "You're silly in the head, old fool."
And with that said she copied the old brute and turned to leave, of course stopped and looked at Altair, "of course Altair you are welcome to stay with me.... It takes two to make a pack. And I already promised that I would go with you." She shot him a wink and then really turned to leave. The wind blew sand and she felt the anger she'd bottled up boil in her stomach. It twisted and she felt small snarls leave her throat. Ashliya felt she did a good thing, something her 'mother' would have never done. She wouldn't have let that old brute live... she would have killed him. Ashliya would've, but the twisted sick grin of her mother entered her mind.
She turned to look and see if Altair was coming. In actuallity, she hoped he would come. Come, though she thought of what the old wolf said.... Impress her? Altair just seemed to step in and defend her. As a new friend would only want to do. He wasn't the would her old mate was. Killed before her eyes. She should be carrying his pups now. They should be wandering and conquing this terra together. No, life was not that fair or pleasent. In the long run it had made her wiser than psycho that was soon becoming a black spec in the distance.
He frazzled mind jumped back to the preasent. Come to think of it.... It was high time that this terra was claimed. She looked at Altair, in her mind she again thought that he should be Beta. He's proven his worth, even more so than any other strange would would have done. It really wasn't fair that the old one threw in her face hateful word after hateful. It really wasn't... fair. What had she done wrong? Other than sit on the beach and defend her own hide? Was that wrong she had some thinking to do. Her eyes locked gazes with Altair's blue eyes. Her gut twisted, she hoped she wouldn't lose the first wolf she just met, that would add to the list of unfairness in her life. Of course if he didn't wan to stay with the tempermental grey wolf, that was totally up to him.
Joined: Jun 2005 Gender: Female Posts: 45 Location: Your ceral bowl Karma: 3
The site is alive!! « Result #6 on Dec 6, 2008, 12:35pm »
Look this site is finally OPEN!!!! Woot Woot. Worked hard an I am SOOOOOO glad that it is ready to become active again. I know the graphic's are not good, but I worked hard to get it at least decent.
Anyways I love to announce that Cries of Luna is back in action!! -dances-
Joined: Jun 2005 Gender: Female Posts: 45 Location: Your ceral bowl Karma: 3
Lucion « Result #7 on Aug 3, 2006, 9:30am »
Name: Lucion Age: 4 1/2 Gender: Male Breed:Timber arctic mix. Alliance: Pssh, Dark of course
Appearance: Starting with this darks appearance is the tip of his blacked nose. He is black, a deep rich ebony black. His nose the inside of his ears and even underneath him. He is one of the rare occasions in life, to be born with a deep dark colored coat; it even will shine a bluish color sometimes if the shadows hit it right. His maw is long and narrow carrying many sharp teeth, and teeth that wouldn't be afraid to snap anybeasts throat in half, maybe except dark feas, they would be the down fall of him one day. Going up to his rounded eyes, they are a deep yellow amber, changing for one color to another. The sun and his moods play apart of that. Traveling up to his audits they are a classical wolfish shape. Large triangulars and very sensitive, he could hear you coming, no matter from what direction or how careful you are with you paws. He'll know. A really thick fur protects his neck, as most wolves. His shoulders well toned though not bulging with masses of muscles. This brute fights with brain not straight up brawn. His legs are long and enjoy the burning feeling of running. His tail slender and soft and always stiff. This male hasn't wagged his tail in a long while. Though it will twitch occasionally with happiness or drop with sadness. If it's not doing that then it is a useless thing connected to his body with the sole purpose of balancing him or curling around his frame to keep warm in cold winters.
Personality: This is one cocky bastard! He's deadly smooth and is a charm with feas finding interesting ways for them to fall in love with him, and then breaking their hearts. Of course he wasn't always this way… ok maybe he was…. With his seductive looks and charm a beast would think him light. Well wrong damn answer. Allow a light male or female in his face and his blood lust would be turned on in a flash. He wouldn't kill a fem; he just doesn't have it in him to, though she wouldn't leave his presence with out suffering unbearable pain, a few broken and missing limbs. And for some reason he has to do EVERYTHING with grace! Like walking, each paw step has to be choreographed just perfectly. Every time he sits he has curl his tail around his paws and puff out his chest majestically. His head, no matter how high the Alpha's have theirs', his just has to be either higher or a tad lower. This would also make him a prideful son of a gun. He hasn't walked out of a pack with out the Alphas kicking him out for one thing or another, and if he isn't on top then he just walks away. He wants to be an Alpha and follow his own orders then allow two or one sniveling mutt tell him what to do.
As he is a cocky, smart aleck, son of a bitch, if he found a wolf that he madly fell for… then he would totally change his persona for her. Adjusting his self to fit her persona. Though there was only one wolf that he cared for and she was ripped from him. As all the Ice Princes in the world they are only covering up, but him he's covering nothing with the cocky attitude that's just his personality. Though he does have something to hide and he isn't bringing its truth to the world just yet….
History: He ran. And ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Three or four other males were ruthlessly chasing the one and a half year old. Each a part of his father's elite guard. Why they were chasing him? Because he was secretly going behind his father's back with one of the females from the Old Alpha's harem. The old bastard had no mate, no he was sleeping with all of the females in the harem and NO other male was aloud to touch them. Not even the one was suppose to inherit them all, Lucion. Though Lucion couldn't keep Larine away from him. The virgin femme was naught but a half year younger then he. Why then did her parents sacrifice their only daughter to be distraught in the paws of the Alpha? For the old male made it a law that once the first female in a litter reached her breeding age they were to be handed over to him.
HA Lucion wasn't that bad back then, though of course being known as the Prince in a pack did get to a wolves head but he probably wouldn't kill right off the bat if a wolf ran their mouth. No the spoiled prince would turn to a guard and have the offending wolf tortured till he, Lucion, felt better. Though it was that one day when Larine was brought in front of him and his father in the Alpha's den, her creamy colored pelt caught his eye, and her stale gray eyes were breathtaking. No only in a month's time were the two slipping out for midnight runs or hunts together. Then the night where we find our boy running for his life, the night he had decided to claim Larine as his own, the night when they were caught together.
Lucion had never thought his fate would be as bad as it was. He watched Larine being dragged to the middle of the meetings clearing. Lucion his self was being held by four guards, at the time twice his size. Then he watched as the poor femme, his love, was being tortured. He heard her bones give the sickening sound of "crack" and continuously yelped her name as she continuously called out for him to help her. He struggled, adrenaline making him twice as strong and powerful, in a roar the guards were thrown off him. He ran in a blazing black streak to his mate, but it was too late. Her blood flowed out of deep wounds like crimson tears. She whimpered and then tried to stand Lucion catching her before she fell. "Lucion… … … I-I… love… you…."
The enraged black brute heard her last words and breath before she fell to the ground limp and dead. Hackles raised and he lunged to attack his father. The crazied male lunged at his father, with a battle cry something equivalent to a roar. Though the four guards that held him rushed to their Alpha's side though it was too late the male was dead. Blood dripping from Lucion's maw as a sickening grin appeared on his face. Though he turned panting towards the other males. In fight he couldn't take them, even though he was supposed to be the Alpha he could stop the Beta's raging voice telling them to kill the prince. All the little male could do was run and run fast away from the place. He managed to get his self away from the males but he never did return to his pack… he couldn't….
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Pic: Also another one... *ahem* Bow done to the smexy Lucion LOL j/k
Joined: Jun 2005 Gender: Female Posts: 45 Location: Your ceral bowl Karma: 3
Selene: The forgotten Death « Result #8 on Feb 15, 2006, 4:51pm »
Name: Selene Age: 4 Gender: Female Breed: Timber
Appearance: Tight muscles held to loose skin and puffy fur. Selene looks as most wolven do... and she is near average female... neither smaller nor shorter then any other fea. Yet what makes her, her; is that she has beautiful shale blue eyes and they change colors from time to time. Either being a deep blue or a light gray it depends upon her mood. My advice is to say that you wouldn't want this fea look at you when her eyes shine a crystal clear blue. Just a small warning. Other then her eyes, Selene is a pretty average wolf... nothing much special, yet for some reason the males always seem to find her attractive.... Her fur is a light gray near white; it's darker along her back but lighter around her muzzle, chest, and face.
Personality: The wolf either speaks in light tones or heavy dark ones. She would be classified as light... but as always there is a small problem. She's crazy, her mind is split, her heart is torn, and her soul is deranged. On the outside Selene will laugh and be as friendly as can be. Yet, tick her off and she will become a hound of hell. Her eyes will flash a crystal clear blue and she will turn vicious snapping teeth at every thing... digging deeply into fresh flesh of any beast stupid enough to approach her. ((Say 'fresh flesh' five times fast)) . The only one to really snap her out of this mode would be her mate, best friend, or her own spawn. Of course, she would probably never have a mate on account that she has her mental problem and also never have any wolf willing to come close to her, so she is a bit of a loner in a pack usually not even truly accepted by the Alpha's... this is how bad she is. No she doesn't have voices running through her head telling her what to do... she just loses herself within the madness of pain. Her hope is to find a mate that will help her sooth the aching pain of her past, hope that a beast would set her free of the tormenting pain.
History: Selene snapped and raved at her nothing as she approached her father's pack lands... she had been awaiting this. The b**tard had killed her mother right in front of her. Also she had witnessed his rave against her siblings as well snapping them gently in half. Ha she was the splitting image of him, yea, all the others were either dark gray or white... but no not her she had to be birthed of her father. She snapped at the air again... her eyes slowly changing to the crystal blue... its icy stare penetrating squirrels and other woodland creatures... she snapped and growled fiercely at them.... Laughing as they scampered away from the angry fea that was coming up a small trail.
Her eyes peered at the top of the hill and every part of her body quivered as she remembered the painfulness of watching her siblings die... watching her father turn to her take her in his teeth and threw her as far as he could. She had been taken in by her grandmother... raised out in the forest as the grandmother had been outcasted as well. The old vix had been everything to Selene... trained her for the day she took on her father. Now two years later... the three year old Selene... now fully ready for battle came to the top of the hill and howled out a graceful and angelic howl... as though to be claimed. Twin peaks perked forward... yet no sound. Lips curled as she realized her father probably knew she was here. Walking off the hill... her blue ooids scanning the terra searching for the d*mned mutt that was her father.
Silently she padded on to the terra her trained nose pressed to the ground following the sent of her father. She hated to find her prey... yet in her current state of mind she was enjoying the hunt. Soon she came to a familiar place... the dens. Her hackles were raised as many wolven stared some bowed yet as they realized that this was a female... cocked a head in bewilderment... where had a fea that looked just like the alpha come from... the only difference was that the fem was smaller and her eyes were crystal blue. They backed up as she turned a sharp ooid at them all... Where is the Alpha! Where is he!! You better be opening your mouths and start talking you weak puppies! Her words sharp and hard... dark and deep... scary would be the only thing that one could say…
The old male the approached and looked at his daughter, "I' am here Selene." Nothing happened for a second as the pack members crowed around the two wolves... they whimpered, as the tension was thick in the air. Amber orbs met crystal blue ones... father and daughter looked at each other one last time... both understanding their tasks. Yet no beast would expect this... Selene roared, or it sounded of that sort, and all hate and pain clouded her eyes and she collided with her father feeling the old wolves blood enter her mouth and she shook like a wild dog tearing and ripping flesh. The rest of the pack soon howled sad yet happy songs, as the elder alpha lay dead. Selene, maw stained deep crimson, was deranged and looked around... of course at that moment she snapped and raved even lunged at a tree in her rage. The other wolves fled with their lives away from this vixen... she was mad and sick. She raved even attacked her father's dead corpse, two or three times then dashed in to the woods never to be seen in the old terra again. Slowly, she came out of her stage of craziness and came upon a strange land... all left behind her was bloodied footsteps...
Sample RP: He could easily kill her crush her throat, dig deeper to the flesh and feel her blood leak into his mouth... but to kill a femme. That threat was only for fear. Sick and demented yes, but downright cold hearted no. Placing a paw on her to hold her, he let go. Small flicks blood was on his fangs, and yet the wounds were not deep enough to give her death. This was a strange... what to do with her now? He could kill her yes... but he couldn't just let her go. What to do?
Never was this to be brought upon him... growling in annoyance he made sure his paw was still there... it was better then his teeth being there. They would surly have killed her for he was clenching his teeth as he thought. ' I could let her go... but that would make me look like a sap... what would hit a nerve? I don't force breed, that's disturbing. Then what to do... he usually was calm and relaxed and then it hit him... maybe she would prove useful after all. "Sick and demented I am but I couldn't kill a fem…. should you down cast me for that respect then fine. But you will stay in this pack... and weather you like it or not. Oh and I'll go find that mountain lion so you can suck on his tail..." there, his word was law in these lands... she could go ahead and fight him or she could accept her new home. He would feed her and keep her happy maybe even let her have a good rank.
As all this was said, in his face he was confused and yes, soft to females. If a male had been in this position his blood would already be pouring into the hot spring. "Hate me... but I could teach you more then you could possibly know." Curse his damned soul for loving fems. "And as you now see that I'm not that sick and demented. Just go ahead and hate me. But save your tongue later... for now we hunt..."
He cast a look at her from his shoulder and began walking into the forest... she would follow... she had to eat sometime...
Pic: I have to get someone to make this in to one for me >.<
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Laws « Result #9 on Feb 15, 2006, 4:42pm »
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