Wolf in the darkness {Open}

[Storm]

The crismon cloth fluttered in the wind, like the abandonded flag of the losing country after some great war. It was torn, it had been ripped and wet by the rain. It had collected mud and that same mud had dried. It, much like Storm, was just an artifact. Just some piece that held greater meaning than the world would understand. Deep green, like the color of the everglades, scanned the green ivy that collected on the walls.

His eyes darted upward, the hole in the roof providing him with a view of the sky where the dark clouds gathered. Rain seemed to follow him, storms seemed to follow him. Hate and pain seemed to follow him. Many would have thought themselves curse, hated, or just unlucky. But no, this wolf that sat so quitely in the corner of the deterioriting human household simply enjoyed the company.

The crimson cloth around his right leg was a symbol, of both his freedom and his prison. He had once been Owned. Owned, a lose word. He was not owned, no, he was caged and forced to fight other mutts. Forced to kill, and made to be brutal and unforgiving. It suited his looked, suited them perfectly. His eyes, though similar to the trees was a more hardened and empty green. His fur, the deep black that rivaled that of the night sky. The scar beneath his left eye, pale white like that of the fading moon. His lips always seemed to be curled into a snarl. His teeth, currently blood stained from his mouse and rat killing spree. His form large, large and brutal.

He was a wolf, there was no doubt about that fact. He was a beast, a monster. A creation of the humans and their selfishness. He despised humans, he hated them. He hated the sound of their voice as they egged him on, he hated the sound of their screams if he dare do something wrong. Hated the feel of their hands as they hit him. He despised their smell, and yet he was here is an old human home because for two years humans were all he knew.

All he smelled and all he heard. For two years deprived of the privileges to be free. Until that day not to long ago. The last fight he ever fought, against a large doberman. He had killed the dog easily, but did not let the humans put him back into that cage. No, never. He killed one of the humans, its blood in his mouth like a rush of freedom. He fled faster than the humans could run, into the forest and into the sweet wild which he had for so long been held back from. He was free, but far more than that. He hungered for power, for a pack, for a home and a mate, for pups, for a life. He was willing to do . . . to do . . . anything.

[Faith]

ooc;; Okay, first things first you have to pay attention to what my wolf, Storm, is doing and what he looks like. For example, in this post he is sitting in the house, looking up to the sky. He is a black wolf with green eye, a white scar under his left eye and a crimson cloth tied loosely around his right hind leg. Since the description and his own thoughts are all that is happening you would respond with something that is a description of your own wolf {using proper grammer and english rules} along with your wolf possible spotting mine. Since your wolf doesn't know mine you CAN NOT act like he does, you can not know anything that my wolf is thinking that is refered to as power playing or pp for short. God modeling, or GM, is you making the storm instantly vanish or changing something about the predescribe setting. Both of those things are against the rules, and that is your first lesson. When you reply I will first comment on it with faith, then respond with storm. Don't worry too much about making mistakes, because this is just a pratice.

[Sekrador]

ok i dont understand this at all really you havta explain. im so confused. teach me your ways oh great master

[Sekrador]

he cursed himself for facing that foolish mystic, stripped of her powers, yet felt some sympathy, because she did not know she would die of her unborn children. thinking about what was happening to her, he did not notice the other wolf crawl out of one of the abandoned house. 'there is wolfs all over here. must be a big pack' he thought to himself. he must communicate and find out what can warn them about everything. "hello fellow wolf" he called out to the other wolf "my name is Sekrador, and i require information. can you give this to me?"

ooc;; i hope this is enough to you?

[Storm]

Storm didn't speak, he only looked at the wolf. Sized him up quitely, and then took a single step. His tail was held high, as if he were alpha instead of Rainscoft. "Fellow wolf?" His voice was rough, powerful. "I am not your friend, nor do I intend to become that." Storm took a breath, taking in the wolfs scent.

"Information? What is it you hope to learn little one?" His eyes, the green clouded with something just short of rage, seemed to laugh at the wolf - seemed to be challenging him to a fight.

Storms limbs ached, his muscles burned. He tensed, already his body was preparing itself to launch into the other male and rip him to shreds. He had no reason, he didn't need one. He had been trained to kill, and that was all he had even known. Kill, or be killed. Hunt, or be hunted. Take over, or die.

ooc;; Key thing to remember, Silence does know that her pups will kill her and your wolf can't act like he knows everything. There are rules to the fortune tellers, that they aren't meant to see past their death {unless - like Teethakin - they are very powerful or old} They aren't supposed to be able to tell the future of other wolves unless their lives directly impact the life of said wolf. And - most important is the Gods vs. the Mystics. The gods normally are sent into the angelic or demonic wolves, but can sometimes overtake the mystics. Gods never give predictions to the wolves themselves, they actually use the wolf as a vessel to deliver the message themselves {the wolf knows nothing about them however} Mystics on the other hand {though called by many different name througout different packs of wolves} are actually like prophets sent to deliver the messages of the Gods. Most are given the gift without wanting it, and those who break the rules of the Mystics {i.e. no telling dramatic points of the future unless in riddles and things of that sort and not falling in love/ having pups -thats generally a bad thing to do but in Silences case they made a slight exeption because they knew it was going to happen the entire time.} I'll explain more about the rules later, but for now keep your wolf somewhat normal and don't dive into the fortune telling and predicting things too much because I don't want all the wolves to know everything. As the roleplayers, we know what will happen, but the wolves have to stay clueless... get that?

[Sekrador]

"little one?! LITTLE ONE??!!!!!!" all of a sudden he burst into turquoise light, and screamed, "FOOLISH WOLF, YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME!!!!!!!!!" all of a sudden the light burst into flames and disappeared. "i am sorry, sometimes i cannot control that. i have calmed down now, anyway, i require information on this pack, and i do know you are part of it. you can give it or i can walk away, and if i do, pretend this never happened. but if you repeat it to anyone, face the consequences." he waited

ooc;; this is taking it a bit to far right? i have to adjust this.......

[Storm]

His eyes narrowed at the light, his growl low and threatening. The clouds gather.

"You think I fear you... You think I fear even a messenger of the Gods? I have known your kind... my sister once knew your kind. Hell, your kind where the ones that invaded my lands. The ones that stole away my life, and left me with the furless two legs." Storm snarled, his fur standing on edge. "You do not own the world, you are a messenger. No more fit to rule than I am to live. You are little, because you know only what you see. You do not know the lives of others. I am not in the pack, I know of no pack, I do not care of any pack." His snarl subsided, his chuckle replacing it. "You know... nothing."

Storm lunged outward, trying to latch his jaw onto the stranger neck. It was his theory, to attack first and ask questions later. He didn't care what information the wolf claimed to have, what this wolf claimed to know couldn't effect him any. All Storm knew was that this wolf had threatened him, and that would not go without a fight. His jaws closed on fur, missing the target by centimeters. Just a little more to the left and the brutes life would have been ended right then and there. But he had underestimated the size of his foe, judging him like a mutt instead of the wolf he was. The fight, it seemed, was going to be rather interesting

ooc;; Storm doesn't like being threatened, of talked down to. xD Not taking it too far, but you can't pretend to know that stuff.... that's god modeling. Not even Silence, who is a Mystic knows that stuff. You can know certain little things, but not the things that can change. I'll give you a little guide to what your wolf can know later - but for now just enjoy the fighting.... I suggest almost killing storm but play it out one attack at a time so I can have storm react/dodge and such. DO NOT kill storm, if anything barely injure him. You have to ask me if you can do injuries, like broken bones or cuts that'll leave scars and such.

[Sekrador]

"then," he grunted as he spun around and whipped storm with his tail, snapping at his eye, "i guess this no longer should be talkative. and you really are outmatched." the light burst forward again, engulfing Sekrador. he ran to storm, as fast as lightning and closed his jaw around the other wolfs neck. "you have no pack, i am sorry, but that is life" it was muffled but he could not say better because of Storms fur.
ooc;; ok so ill take it one step at a time, and it is going to be a long thread, i can tell you this. any, see ya storm, and goodbye

[Storm]

A deep chuckle, that of a madman, escaped storms lips. "Fool." He torn away, letting his fur be taking out. Fur meant nothing, this wolf knew little of what he did. Another side step, quicker than the wind that torn at the other, the clouds darkened further. Storm had no control over what power he had, he didn't know it existed. "Die."

A leap, a single graceful bound, headed directly for the others neck. He would not mis this time he could not. The lighting struck, only feet away, the searing heat threw Storm off and he missed the wolf entirely. He turned mid air to land facing his oposition.

"Don't hide behind your powers, fight with brute force you coward!" Storm snarled, "Don't live hidden behind your light or whatever it is you control." The lighting struck again, far enough away for him not to feel the burn. This time he didn't even blink. His eyes, the green in them seemed to be taunting the other - waiting for him to strike. The clouds began to drift toward the ground, the wind howling a cruel protest to the fight. A protest, or an acceptance.

ooc;; sorry i haven't been on much - had alot on my plate over break.

[Sekrador]

"hide? i do not hide. i use my powers to my advantage, unlike you. storm, one day, you shall get your own powers, bu it is not today. these powers will make you enhanced, the start of a new generation of wolves! these wolves will be much more powerful than todays, and these wolves may conquer the humans. it is clouded after that.... are you sure you would like to continue fighting? if you want, you could just not change the future, and die, so that new generation would come.." he stared, watching the wolf 'no response,' he thought, 'must really not be listening, then he must die.' he lunged, going under the other wolf furred belly and ripped skin off, wishing he did not want to do this.