[OOC] Werewolves are Endangered? Reboot [Starting soon!]

[Gwynbleidd]

Peeps probably got a bit busy. All will be well. It better be!

[Raining]

@AllIsOne
I was waiting for inertia and Asuu
I can't do anything since I left Yvette at the hospital

[Asuu]

I have received notification that people are worrying about my wellbeing.

Do not worry, commoners; just realize that I am dealing with a problem that ascends-

Yooo, I'm kidding. I'm posting after Inertia; whom told me he'll post tomorrow.

[Gwynbleidd]

Saaaawwwweeeettttttttt

[Tip]

Omg. Guys, sorry for my absence, trying to deal with my insanely increasing HP roleplay! Somebody catch me up since my last post, please.

_{I tried not to say that, but there was no other excuse..}

Edit: Scratch that, just read. @Traitor hurry up, Anton needs you to save her skin. xD

[Inertia]

Sorry for the delay, been a bit busy with returning to school and what-not.
Post up soon.

Edit: Post up, ehm, didn't really have that much to go on off, so it's kinda short.

[Tip]

@Inertia

You call that short? Take a peek at my posts. Heh. Makes me feel embarrassed.

[Traitor]

@Tip

I'll be there after your next post. Wind's next post even. Anything, but I need some input first D:

[Gwynbleidd]

@Tip

I'll be there after your next post. Wind's next post even. Anything, but I need some input first D:

@Traitor

Yup. I just be waiting for @Tip. I'm intrigued whether Anton will try to punch Fay or not.

[Inertia]

@Inertia

You call that short? Take a peek at my posts. Heh. Makes me feel embarrassed.

@Tip

Naw, your post has more feeling than mine, haha,
I mean it is Quality > Quantity right?

[Tip]

@Inertia

Heh.

_{Lap up all that praise.}

@Traitor@Dark Wind

Crikey. That leaves it down to me.. decisions, decisions. Don't know whether Anton will try to punch Fay (if she does, she will most likely get pulped), or just leave it there and go on a rant (waiting for Jess to come). Hmm..

Now, Anton is drunk, meaning she will most likely go for option #1. But, because I'm not, my brain is telling me to write #2. Help!

[Traitor]

@Tip

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

@Traitor

Jess is just around the next trashbin. Also Fay said you deserve the demotion and that you're ugly.

[Gwynbleidd]

@Tip

<Snipped quote by Traitor>

Jess is just around the next trashbin. Also Fay said you deserve the demotion and that you're ugly.

@Traitor

That made me laugh more than it should have. Stop lying to Anton!

[Gwynbleidd]

@Tip Go for what the character would do! Or what you think they would do. This is an unbiased statement from me (even though I like the idea of Fay pulping Anton and Jesse). True to character!

[Gwynbleidd]

Ohh, here's another CS from me. I'm deciding on when he will appear but I'd just like to have him in here to be prepared!

I present to you ladies and gents… Fay's FATHER! Inside is why she doesn't talk about him. Much. At all.

Name: Kane "The Black" Frost

Age: 45

Appearance:

Human

Wolf

Human, werewolf, or hunter?: Werewolf

If werewolf: Alpha, beta, or omega?: Alpha

Background:

In a time of restfulness and peace, Kane grew up under the tutelage of Darren Frost and his wise mother Kalina. The Bloodmoon pack spanned a massive area within the large state of Alaska. Unified. Peaceful. And strong. They got along well with humans, never hunted them. It was a safe haven for their kind. For years they prospered and stuck to their honorable code. However, the war spilling out between paranoid hunters and vicious wolves taking advantage of their gift soon came to a violent collision with the Bloodmoon tribe. War broke out between the humans and Darren. At least that's what they called it. Kane saw an entirely different story. Massacre. Betrayal. He saw his friends cut down. His mother and father murdered unjustly before his eyes. Cast out of their homes and forced to watch them burn away to dust.

Even Kane's wife was killed, and he was left to raise two young pups by himself. In the cold, dark wilderness of Alaska with but a few wolves by his side. Some died of hunger. Some of cold. But Kane drew his kind together. The cutting frost of the wind chilled Kane to the core, and his followers. Icing over the kindness and warmth that once resided there. Kane's heart withered away into nothingness long ago. When a band of hunters came to their cave, Kane killed them. Every last one of them. None of them knew the kind of enemy they were facing. Full of cockiness and laughter, soon their screams echoed within the cave as their blood splattered on the walls. Those men never to be seen again as Kane Frost died and from the withered ashes of his heart rose 'The Black'.

To survive, The Black knew everything. Older wolves wanted to stick to the old ways. Inexperienced wolves were too nervous to try something new. But The Black knew better. The old ways were of no use in a time of war. He instilled 'The Black Code' to his pack. A cruel, hardened guideline of life that often punished transgressors with death. Two wolves fought back and their bodies were left to be buried in snow that very night. It didn't take long for everyone to follow The Black's lead. He raided villages, small towns, trains. Often he created snow caves to throw off hunters when they actually rested in different caves. Those traps even led to the death of several hunters. The Black managed to slip spies into other packs and take them over or massacre them if they weren't willing to change their laws.

Merciless and brutal. That was his way. And it worked. He had an incredibly high survival rate amongst his own pack when it came to being the victims of hunters. Their kill rate was even more impressive. Deaths primarily came from training and disobedience to the law. Failure of adhering to the code always meant death. No one was allowed to leave. The Black and his tribe became feared. Even dreaded within the Alaskan tundra. So much so, hunters even began to flee to the mainland USA out of fear of being the next targets. No one knew when The Black could strike next because they were trained so well in camouflaging themselves amongst humans within towns; and then striking. One town of hunters tried to make peace, and The Black agreed. However, in the middle of the night his pack stormed the village. Murdered women and children. But the men got the worst treatment. The hunters were torn limb from limb and he had their body parts scattered in a trail of blood across the snow-covered hills. A message the entire state never forgot as an entire town of people was burned to the ground. The Black and his tribe disappeared shortly after.

Now he searches relentlessly for his daughter for she escaped and defied his laws. Rumors silently creep from east coast to west coast. The man with golden yellow eyes walks in their land now. No one is safe. The blanket of his shadow casts itself over the land. Creeping ever closer to Greyville. He is the devil of blood. The howl in the night, the image of your worst nightmares.

Yet no one can find him. The ghost in the darkness.

Run. Before he finds you.

[Tip]

@Dark Wind

Oh, but don't you know? This is the lies Anton was talking about!

Jesse constantly feeds Anton this rubbish just to start fights. Have a nice day.

_{Secretly I- Anton likes it.. :3}

[NanixErka]

You guys are really enjoying giving Carlson a hard time omfg xD

[Gwynbleidd]

@NanixErka

Fay is trying to help, I sweaaaarrrr toooo Godddd!

She just needs to grow a little bit. Give her time!

[NanixErka]

I mean her DAD
That is going to be a pain in his side

[Avanhelsing]

I might make either a hunter or an omega... I don't know.
If you'll have me.