Fantasy The Ballad Of Snow (Character Application)

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The Ballad Of Snow

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[RavishedPsyche]

Basics

Name: Aurora Rose Kaine
Age: 25
Gender: female
Sexuality: bisexual
Role: Leader

Appearance

Basic Description (Human):

Hair color: Red with bits of highlighted gold and orange. This gives it a fiery illusion.

Eyes: Right- Gold to amber , Left - Blue: sometimes both retain the same coloration.

Basic Description (Wolf):
Fur: White, with red roots to her undercoat. Meaning the red is rarely seen in little spurts when moving quite fast. Werewolves are likely to be able to catch it more than humans, especially in the snow.

Eyes: Right-red/amber, left-blue, sometime both eyes are red/amber
Markings: a touch of black on her nose and what seems almost like lining around her eyes and ears. Most prominent is the two claw marks over her eye. Side note: Almost every day people ask how she got the mark on her wolf and each time she gives a different outrageous answer. “She ran into a weed wacker.” “I got my head stuck in a tree and a crow thought my eye was a bobble.”


Advanced Description (Human):

Aurora has always possessed a startling coloration. From the time she was born her hair has been a brilliant red, and her natural highlights lead to a look of fire in the right light. Her long hair is a trademark of sorts, and while non wolfs might think it just a pretty feature she embellishes, wolves know better. The red is easy to spot, and the shampoo she uses is a blend of floral that is also easy to find among a crowd.

Her frame as a human doesn’t necessarily scream power, though looks are often deceiving. Rounded hips and larger bust gives Aurora a bit of a sultry appeal. Matching her high cheekbones and plump lips she is definitely a beauty. Even those who don’t prefer plumpness in the hips and breasts are sure to fall for the confidence in her lovely smile.

Eyes are the windows to the soul, or so they say. Her eyes give power to these words, as her eyes take on a mismatched quality that represents which influence presents more on her personality. Those who know her know to be wary when her eyes show only an amber light with a certain ruby hint to them. “The wolf is close to the skin” as her mother used to warn.

A pale complexion gives the deep colorations of her hair and eyes a more memorable quality to be sure, even for humans. For those who have a beast in their hearts, it has to be the way she can comfort them with a tender smile, and adversely scare the piss out of those who would threaten with a wolfish grin.


Advanced Description (Wolf):

Some wolves match their human persona’s image more than others. Such as the case of Aurora’s wolf. If her humanity retains control the eyes are blue, though this is excessively rare, and only normally seen right before the shift from wolf to human. Otherwise her eyes are mixed or in deathly situations often change so that both are amber if not red.

Born from leaders, the wolf shows it in size and sleek muscle. While she cant contend with the bulking muscle of larger males, her sleek musculature can overpower a normal male wolf. When in competition with a more powerful foe, her speed keeps her from being outmatched.

White fur with black at her nose and a touch around her eyes and edges of her ears make for a rather fancy face. She would be perfect if not for the two claw marks that mar her right eye, the eye that nearly always portrays her wolf. How she got said feature is a running joke for her. She often tells outlandish tales to the young ones of the pack, changing the story each time as to how her wolf was wounded. It is a less than happy tale of course. Her own twin gave her the mark, but ‘‘twas still an unfair exchange in her favor.

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History:

Aurora was not born in New Haven, she came to them from a branch family led by her parents in a very different fashion than New Haven’s peacefulness.

Generations have led in her family, and it would have been her brother if not for his brutal personality. As his twin she couldn’t help but find good in him, couldn’t help but love him. However you don’t have to like the ones you love.

Aurora was always going to be the support for her brother. His personality was overbearing and it was customary for a male to lead and choose a mate later on who would level out the wolfish nature. It was always clear to Aurora that it wasn’t his wolf that was the issue, it was Ryan himself. He was cruel, and used his strength against others weaker than himself.

While she never tolerated his outright harm of others, even her parents were less hard on him than they needed to be, leading to various spats between the siblings. The worse he got the more Aurora could no longer keep to her peace loving playful personality. If it was this that brought out her wolf as a harsher persona or if she was destined to be of two minds rather than one wasn’t clear to her, but if not for her wolf the group would be in different hands.

Her mother was the pack doctor and Luna alike, ran a small clinic, while her father used the bar as his base of operations. Everyone came through there for drinks or food, and the back rooms were easy to convert to pack meeting places and emergency rooms for pack related problems. Be it a wolf who couldn’t control shifting or someone injured with injuries that wouldn’t look normal to humans. The alpha didn’t need a large role in society to keep tabs on everything he needed to.

He was a good Alpha, but he couldn’t put his own son in check. Bernard knew his son would need to change or be put down, he knew it in his heart, and his love for his mate let things go on too long.

Ryan had started to pay special attention to one of the smaller and newer wolves of the pack, and when it got physical something in Aurora snapped. She heard the yelp of pain from the little female and shot into the forest like the devil was on her heels. Shifting seamlessly she found them. Her brother she could no longer recognize after his crime against his own packmate, and she went after him.

The wolf blurred reality and she would later tell her parents that it was like another being was in total control. Her wolf had always been quiet and she had always been in control save for dream like moments during the hunt. This was similar but different. The end result was horrifying, and it caused her to leave her home.

Her parents were expecting something like this, even if they denied it. Her mother and father told her it would be ok, but she couldn’t believe them. She couldn’t forgive them for leaving it to her to stop Ryan. So she left, going to her uncle and Aunt in New Haven.

For ten years she made a life for herself in New Haven. She helped on the ranch and the bar in town where the pack got their information. Never did she think of really being a leader until the deep winter came. Suddenly the elders of the pack were dying one after the other, and she had to scramble to protect her family from all sorts of chaos. She has sworn to find a way to bring the family that are trapped as wolves back to their senses or die trying.

In the meantime Aura, the name of that voice in her head that is more beast than human, has returned in full force. A human can’t survive in the world of wolves, she has to toughen up, use her animalistic senses, or let the cold and those who hunt them win. If nothing else Aurora refuses to lose anyone else. It is time to rebuild.



Personality Basic:
Human: Protective, Kind, Playful, forgiving

Wolf: Protective,motherly, suspicious, vicious to threats, unforgiving


Personality Advanced:

Before the mass deaths of the pack Aurora was happy to just be the kind and caring older sister to everyone, and doting daughter to the elders. Then the deaths began and a more in charge personality appeared.

Maybe it is due to her pure bloodline, but Aurora and the beast inside are simultaneously different and the same. Her wolf claims she has another name, and even speaks to her human counterpart. Aurora herself feels it is more of a skitzophrenic situation, to which the wolf balks at.

Aura, is the name of the voice in her head that is silent more often than not. Aurora suppresses her, but the more instinctual personality comes forth when she runs as a wolf without fail. Decisions relating to the pack also have more influence from Aura, who has a more animal mentality. According to her “You are always both hunter and hunted, arrogance will gain you death.” While Aurora hopes for and strives for a more peaceful existence with her pack and the humans around them.

Some know of this struggle, but it is kept to her most precious confidants. All of the pack knows of her changing eye color and how that affects her mood. Wolf and human both have a maternal and protective nature so passing the two as one can be done, albeit some feel Aurora is a tad bi polar, her judgment thus far has kept the pack safe. Even when her parents were in charge she has always acted in the pack's interest, even if it went against her own.

Player

About You: Ravi
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 37
Years Rping: 22


Writing Example:


The snow was beginning to burn her paws. Moving slowly she could not be seen in the winter haze, but at this run there were flecks of red peeking out of the white blur. When her fur moved the roots of the white pelt showed a reddish color. It was only a small amount, but for those following her, those who possessed heightened senses anyway, they could see it.

In the blinding snow and ice the small flame danced, leading the rescue party out to see if her uncle could be saved. He had gone after her aunt and it had been worse then. As soon as there was a slight break in the weather she had left to try to assist them. The break they had did not last long l, and now the bitterness was back and ravaging.

She was not yet numb to the cold but feeling hot was a bit concerning as well. The scent was dim, but that was from the stupidly large amount of snow. If they didn’t move quickly and stay at a certain pace they would sink. A brave few were with her, it was not a forced activity, but the elder pair had been kind to all here. They had saved most from themselves including Aurora herself, and she couldn’t let them end in this.

Her parents could not forgive her for a sin she had no choice but to commit and they had taken her in, showing her a simpler way. The pack she was born into was more instinct driven, forgetting some of the human self in the process. Here she had been able to relax and live comfortably for so long, only to have this come out of nowhere. This winter was unbelievable, an unnatural, and maddening turn in events in an otherwise peaceful life.

Her human self sank deeper and deeper into the wolf. The wolf promised to take her burden for her, to gain vengeance where she could, to find salvation if she could. Her eyes that had been blue and an aber gold drifted more and more toward red, like the bloodied moon they shown slightly against the white world around her.

The smell of blood brought a whine and a chuffing bark to warn others to turn back. It was too much blood. She knew before she saw them that at least one was dead. As their niece she needed to make sure, to see they had no life left in them.

The blood had frozen over, the cold sticky copper matting the pelt of her aunt. The gray she wolf lay on top of her mate, willing the warmth to reach him. Near frozen herself and with a broken leg she knew she wasn’t long for this world. Seeing Aurora again was her last joy before she would join her mate.

Aurora’s uncle lay dead, his black and brown pelt caked with blood and his eyes open to the world, so the same expression remained. Sorrow and shock, his body riddled with bullets. The weather was too much for the hunters to find their quarry, and a good part of Aurora wanted to hunt them down. The whine of her Aunt kept her sane. How? How could she get her home?!

She had to. She couldn’t lose both of them. At the very least she couldn’t leave her to die here. The wolf wanted to die with her mate, but the human might not. Her Aunt Sofia probably couldn’t tell right about now.

As two packmates came to a stop behind her, she now had one way. One hope, but it would require using the ways of her former pack. The strong could compel the weak. It would drain her to a point of pain but what choice did she have. Her aunt was too weak to protest. Nuzzling her she made a wolfish purring sounding like a murrrr. A mix of a growl and something comforting.

Looking at the other two she knew they would think he mad, but they would understand enough of what she was saying. They were smart, and thankfully capable.

Shifting to a human in the bitter cold wasn’t the grandest of ideas but it wasn’t like she could carry her in wolf form. Not fast enough to not start to sink in the snow. Picking up the dying wolf wasn’t easy but adrenaline was an awesome thing. From there it was Aurora carrying her in human form or using the backs of the other two until they could get out of the snow. Stopping at a cliff overhang where the snow was not as deep she dropped to her knees.

“D-d-d” she tried to say but instead used the pack link. A mental bond that at this distance could be used to express at least emotions or simple commands sometimes more. “Dig!” It wasn’t a request as was her normal way, this was a demand. The wolves with her didn’t even wait a moment to help her clear the snow from the ground.

In human form Aurora’s lips were turning from their deep pink to purple and blue. Her already pale skin looked near blue as well. The mess of fire red hair hanging in her eyes that had frozen tears on her cheeks. They had to save her! It wasn’t over yet! Shifting into her wolf form again, they continued to dig. Down past the snow and ice until their paws bled. Her aunt was placed in the hole and the two others picked a side while Aurora lay across them. As long as her chest stayed warm she wouldn’t freeze to death, and they all provided warmth to the injured female while providing it to each other in the process.

The pain of the cold slowly drifted away, the heartbeats of the group pounding together. Blood pumped and breathing got deeper. Sleep would retain energy. They needed that. With the white wolf on top from a distance even before the snow covered them they looked like just another pile of snow. Sleep and dream of a warmer and kinder time.

When her eyes opened she was in her bed, and for a moment had forgotten the horror that she and her packmates experienced some weeks ago. They had saved her aunt, well partly. She had yet to wake up, but she was alive. Thank any god who would listen , she had shifted back to her human form, but remained in a coma like state.

“Will she hate me?” She asked herself as she raised a set of slender digits to brush the red from her blue eyes. The voice that haunted her was sleeping, allowing her gaze to show the human coloration that was quite rare. Almost always her eyes were one amber and one blue.

The feminine features with their angular design allowed her a kind of stereotypical beauty, but made her displeasure seem all the more serious when her jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed as they currently did. A glint of gold started in the pupil and began to swirl in her right eye until it took it over completely. Did her anger wake the beast within her? Her worry? She wasn’t sure but with her Inner Aura awoken she guessed it was time to start the day.

 

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I’m not everything I want to be. But I am more than I was, and I am still learning.

Charlotte Eriksson

head in the clouds

Nina

full name

Nina Simone Rivera

nicknames

none

age

22

d.o.b.

February 12th

Role

Hunter

sexuality

Bisexual (masc. pref)

Pretty Little Birds

SZA

01.

visage

human appearance

At a first impression, Nina is the least threatening person one could meet. Nina’s shorter than most and her build is very soft. She’s curvy, but she isn’t thin or toned and most of her weight goes to her thighs and hips. Her skin is a deep bronze color that is more often than not, tanned a bit darker by the sun. Her skin is soft and dotted with freckles that become fainter in the colder times of the year.
Nina’s eyes are the most prominent feature of her face, they’re large and downturned, as if she’s perpetually pleading for something. But there’s a certain brightness in her expression that makes her appear less like a pleading puppy. Nina's eyes are a cool gray color, highlighted with a warm green. Nina’s got a button nose and plump lips, her mouth seems to naturally be pulled in a smile. Her beauty is soft, and easily puts one at ease.
Nina’s hair is long and well taken care of. Her hair collects itself into a bed neat coils that bounce when she walks. Nina has curly bangs that obscure her forehead and frame her face. Sometimes she’ll push back the longer parts of her bangs that obscure her ears so her earrings can be visible. Nina enjoys wearing flowy clothing, usually with floral patterns.

wolf appearance

Nina’s wolf form is, like her, not as intimidating as some of her packmates. She sports a coat of rich, brown fur that gleams an amber color in direct sunlight. Her entire coat is brown, and she doesn’t seem to have any sort of pattern to it, except some lightness around her eyes and snout. Her fur is thick and soft, longer than average as well, providing excellent insulation against the elements. There always seems to be some kind of plant stuck in there, and she has a very herbal scent. Nina has a captivating gaze. Her eyes are large and doe-like, making her resting expression seem as if she were pleading. Her ears are pointed and always alert, swiveling to pick up even the faintest sounds. Though she doesn’t have the same strong, muscular build, with long legs and razor-sharp claws that most of the wolves she knows have, she is still a talented hunter and tracker. Despite her shorter legs, there is a certain grace and beauty to her movements, as she prowls through the forest with a fluid, effortless gait.

weight

115 lbs

height

5’1

faceclaim

Aiyana A. Lewis

02.

psyche

Nina is a deeply flawed individual. And she’s much more flawed than she lets on. Nina tries her best to play the part of a sweet, kind girl. She’s doting, sweet, and empathetic. She is endlessly giving and charming. Nina comes off very saint-like, and people find themselves drawn to her beauty. It’s a facade. This was her way of protecting herself, to hide the weakest and more fearful pets of herself. She fears vulnerability above all else and believes that she is far too broken to be cherished– or even tolerated. She has been convinced by her own insecurity that her existence is meaningless, so she has opted to pretend to be someone else. She holds herself to an unreasonable standard and doesn’t allow herself to trust other people. She tries to be someone that people would look at. She wants people to appreciate the fact that she exists, even if it’s a fake version of herself.

Nina lies to the people closest to her constantly, convincing herself that she is sparing them from having to know the true her. She’s quite relentless in her hatred of herself, justifying her self sabotage as some kind of martyrdom. Nina frequently stews in her suffering, finding her own misery to be more comforting than that of happiness. Her pain is familiar to her, it is deserved. And by not fighting it, Nina can convince herself that the terrible things that happened to her were in her control. She chose misery for herself.

Additionally, she is stubborn and a little manipulative, willing to ignore the thoughts of others if she’s sure what she’s doing will help them. Sometimes ignoring what they truly want in favor for what she thinks they want. But, she is a genuinely kind person (despite convincing herself otherwise). She puts up her facade the way she does so others feel comfortable around her. She wants people to be happy. She tries to manipulate situations so everyone involved can reach the best outcome. She’s selfless in a twisted way, and she’s very thoughtful and considerate to those she holds dear. Though this often means she will get herself hurt if it benefits people she cares about. Nina cannot understand how this may affect the people who love her. She doesn’t understand concern for her well-being. No one cares about her in her mind, no one would be hurt if she died. So it doesn’t matter if she gets hurt trying to help someone else. She’s willing to do a lot to ensure the safety and happiness of the people she loves. She’s willing to do the things that most people can’t, however morally corrupt they may be. Because Nina doesn’t and never has cared about people as a whole. So if you manage to become someone Nina actually likes, she's willing to do much to ensure their happiness. Even if it means compromising her own. Perhaps that’s where Nina’s ambitious nature truly shows itself. Nina’s dedication and loyalty also feed into her workaholic tendencies, as Nina tends to throw herself into productivity as much as she possibly can. This is an excuse to ignore her problems and keep her mind as occupied as she can, with little care for her physical or mental state. Nina gets antsy when she’s not doing anything.

If you can’t tell by now, Nina is an insecure person. But she’s also quite envious of others. She gets jealous of other people’s happiness, then immediately hates herself for feeling that way. Despite not trusting people in general and believing she isn’t worthy of anything good; Nina still seeks the approval and praise of other people. She bases her entire self-worth on how helpful she is to the people around her. She’s given up on being happy with herself. So, she decided to dedicate her entire being to making other people happier, hoping to find her own contentment in the joy of others. She wants to be trusted, but refuses to trust others. She thinks she’s undeserving of love, yet seeks people’s praise. In Nina’s head, she thinks this makes her selfish. But it just makes her a hypocrite.

likes

Plantlife, deer, and forests; Nina has always dreamt of a life in the woods. Nina also has a deep appreciation for art and artists, despite not being one herself, she likes to admire the talent and passion that others put into their practice. It is an admirable thing. Nina finds herself fascinated by the world she’s inhabited for so long, in the beginning, when she first arrived all she did was explore. Nina likes warm colors like yellow and orange, she finds them comforting. Pink is also another color she enjoys. Nina liked jewelry and fashion, she was taught how to make jewelry with beads and crystals when she was younger. Nina likes ponds and lakes and the creatures that swim in them, anywhere where she can listen to the sounds of rustling grass or leaves and running water are her favorite. She enjoyed walking in creeks and searching for salamanders under the rocks. She likes a lot of things, and they are all very kind.

dislikes

Despite loving the sounds of rain, Nina was afraid of thunder and storms in general. Even though she’s grown out of the fear for the most part, she still dislikes them at her age. Nina dislikes change. She dislikes the fact that the people she loves are being split up because of this war. Nina dislikes mud and people who litter or throw out unfinished food(even if those people were the one who primarily fed her). Nina dislikes hot days or feeling stuffy, she has a very bad fever once and feeling hot reminds her of it. Nina doesn't like people who yell meaningless things or people who prey on the weak just because they can. Nina doesn’t like being left alone.

motivations

Nina is afraid of being alone, the sole thing that motivates her are her connections to people. Nina’s also afraid of being with people. She’s afraid of showing her true feelings to anyone around her in fear of rejection. Nina has been hurt by people before and she is terrified of her happening again. But she doesn’t know how not to hurt or how to heal, so she wounds herself.

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03.

history

Nina’s mother, Renè, was a werewolf who married a human man. Like many others, her mother became a werewolf to combat a disease that ran in the family when she was an adolescent. Once she was married she was able to hide her lycanthropy from her husband easily, he was rarely home thanks to his career. Things changed when they had children. Renè ended up having twins. Parenthood took a toll on her and by the time Nina and her twin were around five, something happened with Renè’s sister. Her sister’s son died from TSD, the event caused Nina’s mother to become plagued by paranoia.

What if her babies met the same fate? She couldn’t let that happen. Renè knew her lycanthropy could be spread through blood. So right after her husband left for a business trip, she snuck some blood into her children’s food and waited for the symptoms to start. It was horrible to watch her children suffer with the symptoms, but both children pulled through the first stage of the symptoms and they both transitioned to their wolf forms. Renè kept her children locked in their cellar. She frequently visited them to give them food. Anytime she transformed she would visit as well. Fourth months passed and one day Renè opened the cellar to see her children sleeping in human form again.

They were freed from their quarantine. Caught up in her joy at her children’s immunity to disease, Renè forgot that she still needed to keep a close eye on her children. Nina managed to escape their home one day and her mother found her, in wolf form, chasing children at a park. She thought she was playing, but the people were terrified of her and eventually began to attack her. Horrified, Renè scrambled through the crowd, shoving up the people who were attacking Nina and grabbed her, slinging the wolf under her shoulder and making a run for it. Renè felt she couldn’t stay in this town and upon making it home, she quickly grabbed Markus by his wrist and left their house without anything but a small backpack worth of belongings. They traveled by buses, Nina had returned to her human form by then.

Long ago, Renè had heard of New-Haven from the person who turned her. She decided that this was where she would take her children. New Haven didn’t turn away the mother and her two children and she was allowed to stay with them. Though, there was a shift in Nina’s relationship with her mother. Renè frequently ignored Nina and they barely spoke. There was simply an unspoken understanding between the two that conveyed that Renè fully blamed her for ruining their lives and forcing them to come to this place. And Nina agreed with her, content to place the blame on herself.

Nina spent much of her time alone, wandering the woods and collecting little trinkets for herself, her twin brother would come with her frequently as well. They were very close. And Markus Lee made those years in New-Haven much less lonely. When she was old enough, Nina became a hunter. She was an excellent scent tracker and her talents were useful to her peers. Things were going well for Nina, and she felt that she had found her place in the pack.

Then her Mother and brother were found dead. Some of the victims of the town's new werewolf hunter. Nina hasn’t processed it yet. She’s not exactly in denial, but she hasn’t acknowledged her family's deaths. She’s going through it.

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connections

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06.

About Player

prounouns

any and all, I don’t care

age

18

years rping

7 or 8 years

Writing Example

𝐑𝐩 𝐒𝐚𝗺𝐩𝐥𝐞

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[wolf.]

Basics

Name: Roxanne Tatum
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Hetero
Role: Subordinate

Appearance

Basic Description (Human): Long red hair, silvery blue eyes. Slim frame, slightly muscular arms, and legs.


Basic Description (Wolf): Mostly red like her human hair. White chest and underbelly. Vibrate blue eyes. Slender build, and a small frame.


Advanced Description (Human):
Roxy has fiery red hair like her cousin Aurora. Her hair has darkened over the years but in the sunlight, the red in her hair shines through brightening up her luscious locks. Rox hardly has it tied up only when she has to concentrate on something. Keeping it long past her shoulders which is often straight with a nice bounce. Her eyes are silvery blue which she inherited from her mother. Her eyes are her main feature. Slim face and cheekbones are slightly visible. Her lips are pale pink almost neutral.

She does not have any freckles but has a small scar that is located on her left eyebrow which is about two centimeters in length, the hair hasn't grown back so is rather visible and she doesn't try to hide it. Tattoos she currently has none but would like some.

This redhead has a slim build with a slight hourglass figure. With some muscle in her arms and legs that show through if she tenses them. Her skin color is deep beige, but tans quite often. She stands at a height of five foot seven inches.

Advanced Description (Wolf):
Born a wolf inherited from her father's side, her wolf coat is mostly red like her human hair. When the light bounces off it, it's often brighter. But she isn't fully red, there is also an off-white color around her cheeks down her chest, under her belly and tail. There is also white around her eyes, her vibrant blue eyes are more captivating in her wolf form. Down her legs are also an off-white.

Her wolf is a slim figure, and quite a small frame. She may not look threatening but is very light and fast on her paws and has a powerful jaw. Her thick fur hides her muscular build. Her scar isn't visible in this form.

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History:

• Roxanne had lived in New Haven her whole life and never had adventured out of it. She lived with her mother and her father but also had an older brother. Her brother left New Haven when he turned eighteen. There is a six-year difference between her brother and her.
• At the age of fourteen, she worked on her parent's ranch. Helping with the crops and the livestock.
• Her father was a born werewolf but her mother was not, her mother knew of the risks if she was to be transmitted this disease but the love of her father pulled her threw the many agonizing months. This was before she and her brother were born.
• The transformations were difficult often flaring up with her emotions, anger being one of the triggers. At the age of nine, her brother and she had gotten into a fight. He had broken one of her favorite toys. It had started with punches and hair pulling but her brother's claws came out he had caught her brow. Her fangs claimed down on his arm. Now they both had a reminder of that pathetic fight as they both were left with scars.
• At the age of Thirteen, her cousin Aurora stayed with them. Her brother was gone a few months before she had arrived.
• She became close to Aurora's practically sisters. They both became comfortable around each other to the point where Aurora told her about her brother.
• As the blizzard rolled in Aurora took the lead and Roxanne supported her and helped her in any way she could. Despite losing her friends and some of her family their town slowly disappeared in the white blanket.

Personality Basic: loving, kind, curious, a bit of a troublemaker, listener, short-tempered
Personality Advanced:
From the beginning, she had always been kind and sweet to her family and others. She wasn't a troublemaker in her younger years, she was the one to brighten up people's day. Her smile often helped with that. But reaching puberty it seemed to tangle with her wolf with the sudden mood swings. Rox has become short-tempered with her brother and has repeatedly gotten into fights with him over silly little things. She would stand her ground against others and would also stand up for them depending on the situation. Rox would also listen, she's a shoulder to cry on or someone that you can trust with your secrets. She would take them to the grave with her.

Despite her kind nature she also had a curious side that didn't help when she likes to cause trouble or even get herself into it. If something was interesting happening she likes to get in on it, if it had to be something that may end her life she would still try it.

There is also a side to Roxanne where she likes to hide away, wanting some alone time to think over things but also if her temper gets the better of her she likes to get herself away from everything before doing something she may regret.

Player (About you)

About You: wolf
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 25
Years Rping: roughly 12 years.

Spoiler: Writing sample.

(This is from a one x one I did ages ago. Gang leader x wealthy girl. I played the wealthy girl)
Watching her brother rise to his seat his mother kissed him on the cheek along with his father shaking his hand. Her brother's girlfriend clung to him smiling away and also kissed his cheek and looking at every camera possible that looked their way. The big screen on the stage showed their small family she kept out of it as she leaned back in her chair while the focus kept on the rest of her family. His girlfriend sat back down and continued to clap enthusiastically compared to the other guests and developers as he began to walk to the stage. Peyton watched him hoping he would trip but of course, he didn't as have climbed the few stairs reaching the stage and collecting his prize.

'Best app of 2023' it read on the description of the glass, this would be the third award of the night for him they couldn't say much of a speech but for this one, he could. This was the biggest one of the night. Six people were up for the award she looked at their faces some were pissed some hid their emotions behind their smiles. The clapping gently subdued to where it was silent and her brother spoke. "wow I can't believe this... Firstly I would like to thank my supportive family that's always been there for me, my mother, father, and my beautiful girlfriend Then the team..." he continued purposely forgetting his younger sister in the speech "typical..." she muttered but her mother soon shushed her.

Peyton sighed but soon some drinks appeared a waiter stopped by her table taking her empty glass and giving her another she thanked him as he wandered off to serve other tables. She grabbed her bag clutching it under her arm and her drink in one hand she then stood up taking herself towards the doors up to the balcony. Walking up the many stairs her high heels clicked against the metal up to the balcony.

Up into the red and orange sky with the sun setting in the west behind many buildings, it was a gorgeous scene as the sun caught every clear window. Her lacy white dress covered some of her flesh, leaving her chest and legs exposed a jacket was needed but she had left hers on her chair. The cold air hit her skin causing her to shiver goosebumps started to raise on her arms but they were covered by her dress. Peyton went toward the edge of the balcony where she leaned against the rail. She took a sip of her drink and placed it on the nearest table she then rummaged through her bag for her pack of straights. Opening the box she placed the soft tip to her lips and continued to look for her lighter. "come on.." she muttered through her partly closed lips avoiding her cigarette from falling from them. She then heard a clicking sound, she looked up and saw a man standing there offering his flame. Putting her bag down on the table, "thank you" she spoke and leaned forward one hand covering the flame from being caught by the wind. But before the ember could ignite her tobacco, she felt her body relaxing her eyes started to blur. Feeling her legs start to give way. Her straight fell from her lips and she attempted to grab the rail but everything turned black.

Her eyes slowly flickered open putting a hand on her forehead. She found her head to be cloudy until she started to become more aware of her surroundings. 'you alright darlin', how you feeling?' she sat up and looked to the side of her seeing a man sitting there watching her with a devilish smirk across his lip line. Piece by piece everything started to come back together. She had seen this man before, only a glance at the man that was to light her cigarette then everything went dark she couldn't remember much after that. Pulling her dress down it rode up her legs as she sat up on the bed. She looked around for her bag but she couldn't see it. "what do you want with me?" she looked at him not responding to the question he first spoke of.

He spoke of how he wanted to make a deal with her father in exchange for her. She couldn't help but crack a laugh putting her hand up to her mouth which she smiled behind as she looked away from him. Containing her laughter she moved her hand away from her mouth "I don't think you'll have much luck with him" she confessed. She saw the door to the room, looking back at him. moving to the edge of the bed "as much as I look like a daddy's girl in the eye of the public behind closed doors" There she got up and looked around the room as if she was taking it all in but she was making her way towards the door. Her back was against the door by her hands were on the doorknob "he doesn't give a damn about me," she finished her confession and heard the click of the door open. She turned and ran out, her heels clicking down the stairs as her hands also were on each side of the railing to keep her from plunging down the stairs. Peyton was very good in heels since she had been walking in them since she was seventeen she could easily run in high heels. But as soon as she managed to find herself downstairs she looked around seeing she wasn't alone. All eyes were on her, and she grabbed one of her high heels from her feet to use it as a weapon "Let me leave..." she told them but a sudden click was heard just to the side of her head she didn't mistake it to be a revolver, she knew the familiar sound of a firearm as a pellet tumbled into the chamber.

"Fuck" she muttered. Her escape was cut short. The man grabbed her and pinned her up against the wall, the weapon still pointed to the side of her head. She dropped her shoe since she was facing a gun, she wasn't going to try her luck with her heel. "take the other off as well" he demanded she screwed up her nose and kicked the other one off he then kicked them aside. Her bare feet touched the cold wood beneath her now standing at her height of five foot six the men towered over her. The man with the gun pinning her against the wall moved closer to her his gun moved her hair out of the way before taking a whiff of the perfume on her neck. She shuddered as she could feel the breath of the stranger on her, the barrel of the gun returned to pointing toward the temple of her head. he then was told to back off which she thought was their boss. The weapon left her head as she took a sigh of relief she looked at their leader still her back remained against the wall with nowhere to run. In his hand was her phone, he put her face to her phone so it would unlock. He also changed the password so she wasn't able to get back in and so he would have access there he looked through her phone book and found the number he wanted to call, her father.

Pressing the button to call him she watched as he put it on speakerphone they waited for her father to pick up "You're wasting your time" she told him until the phone went to his voicemail "Hi, you’ve reached David Kennedy. I can’t answer your call at the moment if you leave your name, number, and message, I’ll get back to you as soon I can. Thanks" a bleep at the end for him then to speak. As her capturer spoke he then wanted to get some proof that she was there. "I've told you, you're wasting your time" she spoke it was clear enough that it was her voice for her father to believe she was captured. He then ended the call, and she huffed looking at him "Look my necklace is worth twenty grand take that I let me go, I'm no use to you" she told him looking at the other man with a scar across his cheek who had then gun to her head before he was told to back off. She reached around and took her necklace off throwing it to what she believed to be their leader. A text came through on her phone from the name Logan 'Hey I'll pick you up at seven xx' Her boyfriend lit the screen on her phone along with a vibration. The man holding her phone requested to know who this was, she tried to think of something quick to keep him out of this "Just someone I hook up with now and then, I don't know him" she explained making him seem like a nobody, no one she would care about nor would Logan.

 

[RavishedPsyche]

Basics

Name: Dr. Alexander Dela’crea
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Role: Loner/Doctor

Appearance

Basic Description (Human):
-Long dark hair
-Green eyes
-6’6
-muscular build
-considered to be quite handsome


Basic Description (Wolf):
-multiple brown hues with patches of white and black
-undercoat is mostly dark
-eyes the same kind of green as when he is human
-on the larger side for males

Advanced Description (Human):

Alexander is tall, muscular, and handsome. With his French accent and deep voice it’s hard to think of him without passing thoughts of him belonging in a romance novel. He even sometimes speaks French.

Honestly, he doesn’t seem the type to be a doctor, more mma fighter or actor. He keeps his long hair up and dresses semi-professional when working or before the snow anyway. His green eyes and tanned skin compliment the long dark hair that he keeps up save for rare occasions.

Now he can be seen in a good many layers, making his way around town to help those he can. For a loner he is very concerned about the citizens here and while he has told himself he will not interfere with the wolves and hunters here, given the hunters are also common patients of his… he can’t condone killing people.

Hunters suspect him to be a meddler and he might just be. He doesn’t want to be involved but damn if he can’t help himself more times than he is comfortable with.



Advanced Description (Wolf):

The wolf of Alexander is quite interesting looking. He has many hues of brown and is simply huge in stature. It is most likely due to Alexander being large in human form as well. Bits of white on his forehead and eyes while black adorns his under side and over his neck and shoulders. The rest of his pelt is a mismatch of browns and touches of gold. The rich brown returns on his feet looking like four brown booties.

One thing that hints on who he is are his eyes. The same green and compassion can be seen in both forms, though as compassionate as he is he also has a temper in wolf form that is often expressed easier than in human shape. Those same compassionate eyes can look more feral and dangerous in wolf form than human, well unless you are a lady then those green eyes are dangerous in both shapes.

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Character

History:

Alexander has always been a protector. To pay for college he learned to protect through breaking the spirit of others. A fighter by night and a med student by day seemed odd to some, but in his mind it was a perfect mix. The world won’t allow knowledge to be King. If he wanted to be able to protect the people he loved he needed both knowledge and power.

Fight those who aim to harm, heal those who fighting couldn’t help. Vent the rage in his soul with his hobby while seeking out a more sustainable life through the medical field. It was all to protect the trifecta of women in his life.

First his mother. She tried so hard to raise him alone. They lived in a tough neighborhood and fighting was a necessity from a young age. First to just protect his mothers honor and then to protect himself and her, and finally to make money to get out of this life.

The reason he wanted to become a doctor was for the second of his loves. A girl he had fell in love with as teenagers, and went on to marry. They were sweethearts and he thought he could save the girl who was I’ll since birth. She just couldn’t wait for him. Knowing she couldn’t continue treatments Allie made a reckless decision. She stopped her birth control and they conceived a child. He was distraught, and did everything he could to find a way to cure her. She didn’t want any more treatment and only wished to be the one thing she always wanted. A mother, even if she only would have a short time with her child, even if having a child would shorten her already short life.

Alexander couldn’t be happy about what his wife had done. He threw himself into a cure. That was when he turned to the most reckless of cures. The werewolf cure was risky but he couldn’t lose her. He had come to the conclusion that infection from another wolf was safer than from medical means. So, he made his reckless decision of infecting himself. He never realized how painful it would be, but thankfully it worked. Infecting his partner from a direct source was possible now. However she was not as lucky. She passed away and he was left with the third woman in his life.

His daughter. He had tried to cure his wife before she was born so she could have the strength to give birth. The cure didn’t work and only caused her fever and pain, followed by nothing. It just didn’t take and her illness progressed. She gained motherhood but lost her life a month later.

He was left with a newborn and a curse that was in him and possibly her. There was only one option to keep from being a total failure to all the women in his life. Find a curebefore his daughter showed symptoms, if he was lucky and she didn’t get affected, at least cure himself so she wouldn’t have a monster for a father.

Moving to a town where a college said there was a pack of wolves he hopes to learn how to control his wolf side if not cure it.

Personality Basic:
Protective, quiet, brooding. He is a fixer even if he tries to remain neutral.

Personality Advanced:

Alexander is very protective of those he loves. He however has promised to not love anyone safe his little girl now. Currently she is not living with him while he learns to control his wolf better, and often he is depressed from this. It makes him quite sullen looking but with his features he comes off as a brooding hottie.

While he sometimes uses his charms on patients to make them feel better, he is very close lipped otherwise. While being a doctor for the town and studying the wolves here from afar or who he thinks are wolves, he is more mysterious than not and keeps to himself when he can. He treats people still for income to send back home but is very frugal on himself.

Player (About you)

About You: Ravi
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 21++
Years Rping: more than 20


Writing Example: see Aurora’s app

 

[RavishedPsyche]

Basics
Name: ‘Mutt’ but in public they call him “Max”
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Curious but he doesn’t really know. He knows he likes girls, not sure about others.
Role: Hunter/weapon


Appearance
Basic Description (Human):
Eyes: bright blue
Hair: White with touches of gold if you look really hard.
Height: 6’2
Build: Slender muscle. Malnourished with very little fat.

Basic Description (Wolf):
A white wolf with blue eyes. The wolf is large boned but overly thin making it look like he has the potential to be much stronger than he is but due to his treatment just can’t.

Advanced Description (Human):
Short spiked white hair with flecks of gold here and there meld with his pale skin. His bright eyes seem to laugh always and is often seen with a mischievous grin on his lips. Even when he is being berated he smiles. Resently it has begun to unnerve the other hunters so they don’t hit him as much, him laughing when they do just is too unsettling.

He is tall and broad which make it worse that he is so slender. With clothes on you can’t tell as much and if our with others he always wears long sleeves. At his wrists and neck line you can see just how frail he is from his bad treatment.

Advanced Description (Wolf):
Hungry. That is what he looks like in a nut shell. There are muscles under loose fur but not an ounce of reserved fat and even some of his muscle has been devoured in hopes to keep him alive and useful. As soon as he is no longer useful he knows he will die.

Be it a muzzle or a collar he always has something on him to remind him who is his owner. There is an emptiness in his eyes and even while he is weakened he fights like a rabid animal when he needs to, because a kill or severe injury of another gets him a good meal.

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Character
History:

• His mother was killed in wolf form. The hunter who killed her cut him from her dying body and raised him. The hope was if he was a beast he could at least be of use. If he was ‘human’ he could follow in his fathers footsteps. If the Hunter is his real father is unknown.
• He was raised to hunt, and when his wolf appeared it was a brutal and early appearance. This was partly to do with the hunter treating him like an animal. It brought out the beast sooner.
• The abuse got worse as he aged until they thought all his spirit was gone. He killed a wolf for them and that is when the laughter started. He began to laugh when they hit him, and his mental state seemed to get worse. Now the hunters leave him be most of the time, and his ‘father’ doesn’t beat him as much but they don’t feed him anything but scraps to keep him in check. If he was full strength they couldn’t contain him easily. As his frame suggests he would be quite the powerhouse if not for the abuse.
• He tracks and hunts for his ‘master/father’ sometimes he has to kill or be killed. Now in this winter he blends in terribly and his slender stature makes others less wary of him. Seeing a pack and not just wolves who can no longer turn human has conflicted him. Are they really beasts that deserve this? Does he really deserve this?

Personality Basic: flirty, happy, bi polar, food driven, thrill seeking, sadomasochist


Personality Advanced:

Seems happy a lot, can fly into rages. Playful when he gets a chance to be. To lesser hunters he taunts and teases, and only is respectful to his ‘father.’ With those he doesn’t know he is very flirty.
He can very easily be won over with food and seems juvenile in his likes and dislikes. Very immature except when it comes to his flirting. He has begun to also like hurting people and especially pain for himself. Some believe he just likes pain because he has to like it and has tricked his mind into wanting to like hurting others as well. The reality is, he just wants someone to make the pain stop and tell him he doesn’t have to hurt or be hurt anymore.



About You: Ravi
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 21++
Years Rping: more than 20
Writing Example: see Aurora’s app

 

[Equusheart]

Basics

Name: Kyra Hawthorne
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Role: Subordinate

Appearance

Basic Description (Human):
Hair color: Dark brown
Eye color: Hazel-green
Height: 5'2"

Basic Description (Wolf):
Fur color: Black
Eye color: Honey-gold


Advanced Description (Human):
Petite in stature. Slender and slightly athletic in body type with very little body fat, though how she manages this with her love for burgers and shakes is anyone's guess. Her skin lightly tanned and fairly clear complexion with the odd freckle here and there.

She has long, straight, dark brown hair that falls to her shoulder blades. Usually she wears it in a ponytail, a loose braid, or pulled back from her face. She has a heart shaped face and bright hazel green eyes. Her eyes tend to shift to honey gold when her wolf is close to the surface. This happens when she's either very excited, frightened, or angry.

Advanced Description (Wolf):
- Fur: Soft and neat. Black in color, becoming darker in the winter months. She is not entirely black, however, as she has sliver color hairs that thread through the black along her sides. She has no markings save for a small dot of white on her chest.

- Eyes: Honey-gold in color that brightens when excited or angered. Very bright and expressive for wolf eyes. Often gets a slight glimmer to them when she's feeling full of mischief.

Faceclaim (human):


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Character

History:

- Kyra was found as a toddler on the steps of an orphanage in rural Maine with no sign or clue as to where she had come from or who had left her there. She has no memory of anything before the orphanage. Sometimes late at night the images of a man and a woman enter her head, but she assumes that these are nothing but dreams.

- She grew up in the orphanage and was a favorite of the staff. She played with the others and had a habit of standing up for the smaller kids.

- When she turned sixteen Kyra started hearing, what she had called, a voice in the back of her mind at night. At first Kyra had assumed it was only her imagination or that inner voice that she'd read about, the one tells you the difference from right and wrong and steers you from danger. Eventually the voice became like a second personality. A shadowed secretive personality that only she was allowed to know.

- Not long after the voice had appeared Kyra fell terribly ill. It had started with a fever and Kyra along with the staff at the orphanage had thought it nothing more than a common cold. But the fever only grew worse and was soon followed by chills. The illness grew worse and worse. The doctors, not knowing what Kyra had, could do nothing to help. Saying there was not much to do except hope that she pulled through. If not....

Within her fever addled mind, Kyra kept having odd dreams of wandering lost in a dark forest. There was the unshakable feeling of being watched and hunted. And then there was the wolf. A black she wolf with honey colored eyes. It almost seemed as if the wolf was waiting for her to do something, though Kyra never knew what.

- Just when it seemed Kyra might succumb to the illness, the Change took her over completely. To her surprise, and the staff's horror, Kyra woke from her fevered dreams to find herself in the shape of a black she wolf. Somewhere deep in her mind she felt the voice, her wolf, smile.

- The next few moments were a blur. Kyra remembered running, remembered feeling free and joyful in her new form. And in the next moment she was back in her bed, once again human. Had it all been a dream? No. She could still feel the wolf in the back of her mind.

- The orphanage staff were less than thrilled at finding out that Kyra was a wolf. They quarantined Kyra from the rest of the children to prevent the spread of Kyra's "disease" and made a call to the Department of Health in search of a cure for the disease. Somehow, Kyra's wolf knew what would happen when the Department of Health would come for her, whispering, "it's happened before". At her wolf's urgings to get away before it could happen, Kyra snuck out of orphanage late at night with only a backpack with a spare change of clothes and some money she'd managed to steal.

- After running away from the orphanage, Kyra wandered about as she tried to avoid the authorities as well as find a place where she could stay. Eventually, she ran into a woman named, Aurora. Thrilled to have found another wolf, Kyra joined up with Aurora and followed her to Montana were she became a member of the New Haven pack.

- When the blizzard came, at first Kyra thought it fun as she loved snow and this blizzard brought a ton of it. But as time went on without the blizzard letting up, even Kyra found her spirits sinking though she still tried her best to keep the pack smiling.


Personality Basic:
Outgoing, playful, and free spirited. Kyra is an optimistic and always trying to make her pack members smile. Is a bit of a troublemaker, on occasion, much to the annoyance of the other pack members. Is fiercely loyal to her pack and to those that are closest to her.

Personality Advanced:
Kyra is very much the pup of the pack both in age and in personality. She is outgoing and playful and while gladly pull someone into her antics if she can. She can be a bit of a troublemaker making much to the annoyance of the pack members, but she means well. Kyra just wants to make everyone smile and to keep spirits lifted even in dark times. She is very friendly to even those outside the pack and while she's a little wary of strangers, Kyra is often the first to try and make friends.

All joking aside, Kyra is fiercely loyal to her pack and to those she's closest to. Having been the first wolf she encountered after run away from the orphanage, Kyra is most closest with Aurora. Being the most like family Kyra has.

Kyra is very free spirited and loves being a wolf. She often goes for a run in her wolf form in the wilderness around New Haven, sometimes disappearing for a day or two. Sometimes she'll even go for a run in the middle of the night as nothing chases away a bad dream like fresh night mountain air.


Player (About you)

About You: Equusheart
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 35
Years Rping: I have long lost count
Writing Example: From roleplay "Taken" on iwaku, character Nepthys

https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/taken-equusheart-ellimist.183490/

Nephthys leaned against the alabaster stone railing of the balcony of her bedchambers and gazed out over the city. The blended hues of pinks, purples, and yellows lingered in the deepening twilight, the sun long set though it's light and warmth remained. The air was sweet with the scent of jasmine and incense that rose in lazy white plumes of smoke from the great mosque in the central part of Sentinel. Beyond the rooftops of the city, Nepthys could just make out the harbor at the north and the lapis blue of the sea. When the breeze was just right she could smell the salty coolness of its waters. The peacefulness of it was almost enough to make her forget that they were in the middle of a war.

Nephthys sighed at the thought. Even now their soldiers were mustering and preparing to face off against the Zakarian warriors that were currently making their way towards Sentinel. There was a foreboding silence that had descended over the city, almost as if sensing what was to come. Nephthys' heart twisted in her chest as she knew many of those going off to fight would never return.

"The bed is all made up and ready for you, your highness," a small quiet voice came from behind her, stirring Nephthys from her thoughts. Nephthys glanced over her shoulder to see Jafra, one of her handmaids standing under the archway that lead into Nephthys' chambers. Nephthys gave the girl a smile and a grateful bow of her head.

"Thank you, Jafra," she said. "You and the others may go now." Jafra returned the Princess's smile and bowed before she and the other handmaidens quietly retired to their own humble chambers. Nephthys cast a glance at the city one last time before leaving the baloney to seek the comfort of her bed.

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It was some time later when Nephthys was suddenly woken by a pounding on her door. What in the world? She sat up and glanced out towards the window of her balcony. It was still dark so it had to be either very late or very early. Who could possibly be at her door at this hour of the night? There was another loud knock followed by a man's voice.

"Your highness?" he called out. The tone in his voice told her that something was wrong.

"Yes?" Nephthys replied as she quickly rose from her bed. The door opened and one of the palace guards stepped into the room. He bowed to her, his eyes closed to give her discretion while she dawned her dressing robe over her silken night gown.

"Please forgive me, your highness," he said. "But the palace is under attack. I need to escort you to the throne room where it's safe." Nephthys frowned in concern and nodded as the guard lead her down the corridor.

As they hurried through the hallways toward the throne room, Nephthys could hear shouting and screaming coming from somewhere in the palace. How had this all happened? Nephthys' concern grew as she realized most of their best men were off marching away from the palace, leaving only a few guards at best behind to protect them. As they turned a corner Nephthys paused when she saw Jafra running up to them. Her face was wet with tears and there was blood on her clothes, though a quick check of her revealed that it wasn't her blood. Nephthys held out her arms to the girl and Jafra went to her Princess.

"T... they're all dead," Jafra said between sobs. "T... they're killing everyone." Nephthys frowned at her hand maid.

"Who is?" she asked. Jafra shook, clearly terrified.

"Zakarians." Nephthys faced grew pale as any words she had been about to say died in her throat. There was a loud shout in the direction Jafra had run from and Nephthys quickly grabbed the girl's hand.

"Quickly," she said urgently as she tugged the girl after her. "Come with us."

When they finally reached the throne room, Nephthys' father was already there along with a few council members and what servants they had managed to gather up. All of them in various forms of night clothes. All of them huddled together against a far wall. Except for her father who stood at his throne, proud and defiant.

Nephthys gave a sigh. King Fahara'jad always liked to make a show of his power. Even as his enemies cut themselves through the palace towards them.

For what seemed like a long time, there was only silence. Then Nephthys jumped as there was a loud pounding on the throne room doors. Jafra began to sob in pure terror and Nephthys put her arms around the girl in an attempt to calm her as well as herself. Thick and heavy as they were, the doors shuddered as they were pryed from their hinges. Nephthys looked on helplessly as thirteen large warriors forced their way into the throne room and cut down the guards that tried to protect them.

One of the larger warriors, their leader most like, turned to her father with murder in his eyes. Nephthys held her breath as he stepped up to her father, certain that the warrior ment to kill him. But a word from one of his men made the warrior lower his weapon. Instead, he struck her father. Nephthys was filled with a sudden rage and went to charge at the man standing over her father when a firm grip painfully grabbed her by the arm.

"Father!" she shouted. Her green eyes flashed angrily at the Zakarian King, her teeth bared like a cobra ready to strike. "You leave him alone!"

Fahara'jad groaned from where he lay under Nasir's boot. He wasn't an elder yet by any means, but the King could tell that he was getting towards the end of his prim. He cast a glance at his daughter out of the corner of his eye. He made a small gesture with his hand, silently telling her to be still.

"So, Nasir," Fahara'jad said in a chiding tone. "Is this how you'll win your war? By dragging an old man from his bed to threaten his family and house with slaughter and abduction?" Fahara'jad gave a harsh laugh. "Honestly I thought you had more honor than that. What would your father say if he was to see you now?"