ooc:4 got eaten by ME!!! noms And by any chance have you read The Sight by David Clement-Davies??

Name: Dreet Gender:Female Age: 3 Pack: Yes Pack Position: Drappa Appearance: http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p25/whiteraven666_2006/Wolfself.jpg Other: She gained her scars through protecting the pack.

[[Yes, abilities are Acceptable. Oh Yes, Sorry if this is too close to the Sight...but thats where I got my insperation. ha ha. I'll Post My Skellie after You Curio]]

ooc:I thought so I saw the Dragga and Drappa and recognised it instantly, there great books. ^^

Ooc: Agreed. I'll post my Skellie upon My Return. Take this over For me Curio. Um...Oh I didnt mention this in the above posts...But You can have up to 2 Charries. Anyways. I'll be back later Tonight. Goodbye...Please dont start w/o me.

ooc: is it possible that I might join? 4 was balsted to the planet Pluto where he will reign as king of the ice monkeys!

ooc: Of course, I'll post my skele as soon as possible!

ooc: well, there they are. I hope they will work. :) Wolf Name: Ebony Gender: female Age: 16 in human years Pack: none Pack Position: none Appearance: Ebony is a dark black wolf with bright yellow-orange eyes. She has a white tip on her tail and brown on her paws. She has a rather muscular figure and she is very fast. Other: She has always been a loner, but tends to follow Tarrin rather like a puppy would follow their mother.

Human Name: Tarrin Gender: male Age: 17 Appearance: Tarrin is close to 6'4" He has short brown hair that is tipped with blonde. He usually wears dark t-shirts and bluejeans. He has green eyes and a slight tan. He also has a short blonde goatee. Place: good human

[Im Back. Anyone may start. Oh and You must pardon my stealing of terms from the Sight...I just like to use them. xP Oh and we are going to need some bad people to join. << >>]

Wolf Name: Sorrow [Curtisy of Curio] Gender: Male Age: 3-4 Pack: None for the time being. Is Definately more of a loner Pack Position: None Appearance: Not very big in height, but makes up for it in length. He is exceptionally thin due to the lack of food and a pack. Although he longs to be a Dragga and has all the requirments needed to fill the spot, he has no pack. His eyes shine a dull silver, blending awkwardly with his dark black body, and small build. His coat is shiny and well kept, unlike most loners. Other: Has very good vision, enabling him to evade most danger. And he has a deep seated hatred for the humans who took his brother-only companion- from him. [took as in killed]

Human Name: Aloise Gender: Female Age:17 Appearance: Standing at a short 5'2" she doesnt look very intimidating but looks can be, and so often are, decieving. Long black hair is usually pulled into a messy pony tail, but when down hangs just below the shoulders and falls into soft curls. She wears a dark black outfit at all times, usually a pair of pants and a vest. Place: Bad History: Aloise grew up without the love of a mother or father. They both abondoned her after a supposed 'curse' marked her life and that of the ones she 'loved.' She was taken by a greater council and trained to fight the wolves who were only recently becoming a problem. Since then shes vowed to kill them all, if its the last thing she does. Other: She has a VERY hard time chosing right from wrong.

Ooc: It Would Be a Pleasure if You Joined. Oh, I highly Recomend Reading It. It Was VERY good.

Wind Rustled the leaves on the trees. Fresh fallen snow lay undisturbed on the pines and the ground far beneath them. Anybody Could tell That Winter was Making its approach. Winter. A Hard, yet successful, time for the Wolves. Hard Because there was a major shortage of food, the main coarse in a wolves life having headed south for the winter. But Successful because the Humans were at a disadvantage. What with their bare skin and nothing to give them warmth.

Chatter Rose throughout the trees. Talk of the ones that walked on two. The Men. Apparently a New 'pack' of them had just built their dens nearby. Each Dragga With his own drappa and cubs. Most of the animals were terrified by men. Another Disadvantage of Winter. Men also had little to eat, and unfortunately, was so afriad of death, that it would kill anyone and anything to evade it.

Deep in the forest a wolf scoffed as he ran and heard talk of the new arrivals. Man Was Weak and Dulled. Much like their senses. The distaste for Humans sat like a greater mind within all the creatures of the forest. Man was Pathetic. Even to the point that a few of their own kind also felt the hatred for each other.

The black coat could be seen dodging past trees and hurling himself over bushes. Paws would disrupt the virgin slow, leaving clean paw prints all along the way. This Wolf, the one known throughout the land as sorrow, was not running away. Nor was he running to reach anything. But merely, because he enjoyed the feeling of it. Something beyond the mind of any human. An Animal Running for the hell of It? Obsurd. Impossible. But then again, what did Man Know?

[Good Job Curio... Although usually I Prefer Little to No Ooc..i cant seem to control Myself. heh. Well I suppose we shall wait for awhile for the others to post their intros]

[Im just posting to bump this back up]

Soft, low growls could be heard from every angle. Three humans trapped and cornered. Two of the men shaking whimpering with fear, the other already pleeding to his god. Wolves of every colour, size, shape and gender had every exit avalible to the humans, blocked. 'Kill one of our kind will you!' The human preying had just speared a wolf through the neck killing it instantly for food and warmth. 'Seems the winter had made them stupid aswell.' The helplessness of the humans made Dreet's sense of humor spark up as a curling grin showed on her muzzle. Being further away than the other wolves and humans she took off in a quick step and bounded into the circle with the humans. They muttered sobbing words to the powerful Drappa. Her bright golden eyes staring blankly at their weak attempts of an appologie. She slowly stepped over the humans feet placing her jaws round the neck of her fallen comrade, and dragging it away to safety. Upon returning she circled them stopping at there bags attatched to there backs. Snarling up at them, they removed it clumsily and placed it infront of her almost as an offering. "Now leave!!" She shouted up at them but of course all they heard were angry snarls. The other wolves had already retreated out of sight. Then within seconds so were the humans.

"Wow Dreet, how ..h.. how can you be so.. so... brave?" the young Sikla named Trent stuttered up at her. Dreet looked down at Trent with a reasuring smile, "If you wish to be brave you must not fear your opponent. Keep calm and think before you act." She looked to her left to see two other of the pack members carrying there departed friend. She had one rule amoung the pack, which was all members must look after one other, even after death. All of there departed comrades were all buried within the marked grounds of their den. There must have been about 30 wovles in her pack, 10 in which waited back at the den. No Dragga, just her leading the whole 30. As they arrived out of the dense forest, breath visable infront of there noses, the other wolves growled with comfort at there return. She enjoyed spending time at the den for it was in the center of the forrest in a large clearing. There were two massive unmoveable boulders both resting on eachother at the top which supplied the pack with shelter and warmth. Tall leaning trees branched over the opening arching to grow into the empty space. But Dreet choose to rest in a hollow oak trunk away from the pack. She would join the pack when celebrating and on the coldest of nights but on this night she would sleeping alone. She stepped inside and slumped down inside hitting the walls of the trunk as she did so. She wasn't paticually tired but thought it best to rest for early morning that awaited them.

Alois Rode through the darkness of night, fearing nothing, hearing all, and seeing just as far as the light from her torch touched. The Fire licked the air, catching occasionally on the branches which hung from the snow covered trees. She had sent several of the men to investigate after hearing the howl of a wolf. Unlike wolves, humans couldnt detect the song in the wild howl. All they could hear was the viciousness in every animal. All they could feel was the need to Kill.

Her Black Horse neighed slightly after recieving another kick in the flanks. She had stayed behind to put out the campfire they had recently lit. Not even a mile after she was greeted by the horror struck human men running towards her horse. Some of them fell at her horses feet, crying out words of the wolves. She ignored all of them, looking ahead into the darkness although she could detect no sign of movment.

After a moment more of listening to the whines of the men, she dismounted the black steed and approached the men. "Silence" She announced the word with a firm voice, knowing that each one of these men were cowards and were to afraid to take her on. It was odd in these days for men to take orders from a girl, but she was VERY skilled, and trained as a leader.

"Set Camp Here." Each of the men were reluctant to camp so close to the wolves, but they began gathering nearby wood and sticks, none straying to far away from their leader. They all looked up to her. She was fierce. A Fighter. And The Word NO Sent her off the edge.

Before Too long each of them were laying upon their sleeping bags, settling their nerves and trying to fall asleep. Although she would have prefered to sleep away from the cowards, she was forced to lay close to the fire, in fear of freezing to death.

Darkness crept throughout the forest, touching the ground and everything held within it. Although the creatures who inhabited the forest were all laying down and curling up in hopes to keep warm, the great wolf continued to run. Unlike before, this running had meaning in it. His muscles could be seen tensing as he padded through the forest, the leaves rustling all about his form. He had heard the pain in a wolf's howl, disturbing him to the very core.

The Song was Beautiful, a Song of Rememberance. Yet Also A song Lined with Self Pitty. The Song of the Living Dead. He had heard it once before. Of Course not Exactly the Same. A Wolf's Song was like Snowflakes. Not one ever the same as the Next. Natural instict had driven him to seek the singer. To Help Him. To Know Him. Sorrow Was All Alone in the World, So Treading into another wolf's Territory was dangerous. But he couldnt seem to make his legs stop.

Currently he ran through an eerie area of the woods. He'd Picked up several scents of various wolves. All Recent. There was a rough count of 20 so far. Wolf's didnt usually travel in more than 5, 10 was even a very large number to be seen. Even the Mentality of thinking there was a pack of more than 10 was...unnerving. His legs sped up some, hoping to carry him away from this pack boundary without disturbing any unwelcome company.

Night had fallen and darkness spread like a wave. As the Pack rested and slumbered Dreet was troubled and unable to sleep. The death of Jackel had distrubed her more than usual for it was only that morning he was telling her about his dreams of becoming a great asset to the pack. He was a young ambishous wolf with tons of energy. But seeing him life lifeless and in the hands of the two legged monsters had her blood boil. It hadn't been thanks to her self control she would have biten their throats out. Tossing and turning did nothing but annoy her so with a short shake of her coat stepped out of the tree trunk. The cold frost of the night was refreshing, she inhaled then exhaled out of her nostals. Her dark coat was a great contrast against the pure snow, but the night darkness shadowed it somewhat. She weaved in and out of trees looking down at her paws. Her senses were on full alert as she listened to the nothingness of the forest. But she then pricked her ears up adjsting her sight in the direction she had just heard a twig snap. Then another, it was closer this time. She stayed in her broad postion holding her ground waiting for what ever it was to enter her sight.

Sorrow Stealthily made his way through the trees. The Wind flowing across his sleek, black muzzle masked all the scents of the forest. His eyes were wide open, seeing clearly as though it was merely day light. Twisting and turning he ran through the trees, unstopped by anything. But Alas. His Feet came to a sudden stop as a new smell entered his nose. The smell was always the first to be picked up. He heard nothing at first, but slowly, the steady breath of another touched his sensative ears.

Instinctively his head lowered and muzzle pulled back, to bear the sharp pointed teeth which lay behind his lips. He swung his head around to look for the animal, stopping as soon as he caught sight of the female. She looked much like him, with a coat as black as night. But the scars on her face showed a distinct difference between them, as did the thin of Sorrow's Body. Slowly he back away, making sure to make slow steady movements rather than jerky ones. He was on Her territory, of course.

Ebony let her eyes close for only a second before she continued after the human. A soft growl escaped her lips, but it was not a growl of anger or fear. Just an empty sound for she loved this human. Yet, for some strange reason he did not love her back. A soft whimper escaped her lips at this thought. She had done everything for him but all he did was run from her. "Silly human..." She muttered to herself, finally letting him out of her sight. She needed food and following her human all day would get her no where.

Tarrin heard a soft growl behind him and sped up. It had to be that wolf again. The strange creature had been following him for days now and it was scaring him. At the sound of a small whimper, he broke into a run. Only seconds later he slowed again, breathing hard. Listening carefully, he finally calmed down. He could no longer hear anything. The wolf had gone again. Nodding slowly, he continued toward home just glad that he was safe again.

ooc: sorry it's not as good as the other ones, I just have not had time...

ooc: Bumping!

Sorrow stayed in the presence of the black wolf, continuing to back slowly into the darkness where he planned to turn and run from this 'freak' pack of wolves. His Eyes scanned over the Drappas Form. She was the spitting image of Tor. She could have been Tor herself, was it not for the obvious signs of her 'mortality.' She was a Sight to be sure. Holding perfect beauty and secrets of the unknown behind that intelligent muzzle of hers.

And although he wanted to stay here and take in her beauty. Although he wanted to stay and talk, and hope that she didnt rip his throat out for being on her territory, something pulled him away. Something more than the instict to hunt. Something more than the instinct of 'fight or flight.' The Calling, was Destiny. All his life he'd wondered for Meaning. All his life he'd Searched for answers. Even as a cub he'd searched and pondered. In the safety of his den, by his parents sides. In the presence of the pack -the family- which he once belonged too.

The memories brought back a pain which he shied away from. To escape, he brought himself back to the present, knowing that in this moment...in this past hour or so, his life had changed forever possibly. For some stranger that he didnt even know yet. Or mabye it was just stupidity taking its place once and for all in his life. The stupidity that drove him for years at a time. Before he could continue to question himself he turned and made a run for it.

His whole body tensed and his speed was as quick as the wind moved through the trees. Sorrow didnt dare slow down, in fear that the female was already chasing him. He ran, and ran and ran. Mabye for 2 hours none stop. Finally when he entered a clearing, he collapsed. The night was still young and he would have plenty of time to work tommorrow. For now, he had to rest. Slowly the black eyelids fell over those silver eyes, blinking once or twice before they acctually stuck.

But sleep did not bring the peace that it did for the rest of the Lera in the forest. No. Infact, sleep was the most dreaded time for the black wolf. Dreams, Nightmares, Brought back Memories. Memories which he worked hard to shut back behind a barrior. Some were good. His brother and him as cubs. The rendevous(sp?) spot where he, his brother, and other cubs in the area played. Days back then were easy. Days before they truly understood the hardships of life. Days before Sorrow, knew what Men, really were...