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Plot:A beautiful wolf named Jamie,(also known as James) was trudging through the snow as it got worse and worse. She then collapsed from loss of strength. She then got berried in the snow and couldn't get out. She then was pulled out of the snow by a husky. Then, an abusive owner took her in. She then was saved by a handsome wolf by the name of Mike. He then ran away right after he saved her. She wondered who it was and decided to look for the stranger. When she found Mike, she then fell in love. Instantly. She then remembered the husky who saved her. She thought of who she should love. Mike, or the husky, (Blizzard). You will find out who she loves later on.

Rules:
1.No cussing
2.Have a good time
3.Don't drop out please

These are the character's whom you will not need a bio for:
Mike:wildtiel
Jamie (James): Me
Blizzard:Me
Helga The Fox:wildtiel

I will be Mike!

lol, well, he is the only one left, so, you got him! Just put his text color down and I will start. Oh! and put a picture. Jamie
Blizzard

Jamie:

Blizzard:

My text color will be this




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name: Helga
age: 5
gender: female
Bio:

She looked like any other fox. A burnt orange coat with large black ears and small paws. She was, however, different in the head. Helga believed that she was a seer, meaning she believed in magic and fortune telling. Helga was a collector of small items that humans created and used, believing they possessed spiritual powers and where able to predict the future.
On one such day, she was in a small barn, looking for new things to add to her collection. Helga discovered a mysterious item she had never seen before in a dark corner of the shed. She had to have it. Reaching out, she tried to grap it but it snapped! Howling in pain, she booked it out of the barn, limping, a rat trap firmly attatched to her now bloody right front paw.

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Three days had past since that fateful day, and Helga was as weak as ever. She lay in a bed of moss, staring at the evil thing afixed to her now useless paw.
"This thing possesses horrible, satanic powers," she thought to herself, "Why does it seem to be drawing me to something?"
She rose to her three paws suddenly and hobbled toward a clearing she just noticed. She smelled water, and needed to drink. Coming out of the woods, she saw a small stream flowing with fresh water. She sniffed again. Something wasn't right. There was another animal in the clearing, and it definately wasn't small. Being crippled means that she'd be an easy target for a larger creature.
Her thirst took over her thoughts of death, however, and soon she was at the stream, drinking greedily. All of the sudden, there was movement to her left. Helga froze and glanced over. She gulped in fear as she saw a full grown wolf making his way straight toward her. Turning quickly, she ran, moving as fast as her broken paw would let her. The wolf followed, not bothering to run.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her already throbbing right front paw. The rat trap had become caught on a scraggly root of a thorny plant. The wolf neared, and she whimpered.
"Please don't eat me! The spirits won't allow it! They will burn you from the inside!"
The wolf gestured to her injured paw.
"That's infected. The way you're looking, you won't have to worry about me."
Helga looked at her paw. It was purple and swollen. Dried blood crusted over her fur.
"Am I going to die?" She asked in a small voice.
"Not if you let me help you," The wolf said, "I'm not going to eat you. Foxes are close enough to being wolves that I personally would consider in canibalism."
Helga cringed in pain as the wolf pawed and bit at the rat trap.
"My names Mike by the way.'
"My name is Helga," She answered back, "Thank you for saving me."
The rat trap suddenly released and fell free of her paw.
"It's not a problem. I've been in a few situations myself. I know how they are."
Helga noticed that his voice had softened a lot since they had first met. He suddenly didn't seem so threatening.
After Bathing her paw in the stream, Mike wrapped it in some sweet smalling leaves. He told her that they would help heal her paw, but she would probably be stuck with a limp. helga knew this an accepted it. No use calling the spirits over something that easily predictable.
Mike had left right after treating her would, not saying another word. Helga was upset over this, but she knew they would meet again one day. The spirits told her so.
Limping away back into the forest, she wondered when exactly that would be...

Ok. That's good. I will start out with the plot. A beautiful wolf named Jamie, was wondering through the wilderness in the snow and it was getting heavier, and deeper. fast.She then began to grow weak and collapsed because she didn't have that much strength left, and she was sadly berried in the snow.

Blizzard, was out doors and he noticed something berried in the distance on a hill. He saw the fur sticking out and ran to it. He unburied it. He drug it to the house and let it thaw out in front of the fireplace. He lied next to the beautiful body keeping it extra warm.

Jamie felt the digging and the warmth. She then jumped up and snarled at the dog, " Why did you save me? I could have rescued myself." She said and noticed a collar on her neck. She then realized that she was owned by a person now.

He looked at her snapping at him, " Well, I wanted to save you because you would've died. You passed out wolf! Or shall I say, Jamie now. We gave you a name. So we can actually call you something!" He snapped back at her.

She snarled, " No one talks to me that way fool! I would've survived any-" She heard what he said about passing out, " anyways, thanks." She said rolling her eyes at him.
Ooc:Cool Pic!

((Thank you!))

Mike was a lone wolf. As long as he could remember, he was without a pack. He never desired to be in a pack, either. All the hastle of convincing them that you are not an enemy, plus being treated like dirt until they found out how useful you were, was a bore. No matter, he was perfectly happy by himself, living near a small ranch house. The owners weren't too friendly, and he had to keep a close watch when they were out and about, but he stayed none the less. Not because of the people. No, he stayed for their garbage. The cheap plastic containers always acted as his dinner plate, being they were easy to get to and open. He was living a wonderful life, and desired not one thing.

Mike was in shock. While scoping around and hoping to get a bit of lunch, he was literally knocked off his paws by a gorgeous husky. Then before he could say anything, she was back in the yard, being beaten by her owner. Never once in his life had Mike seen something so horribly evil, and he's seen some pretty bad things.

The poor dog was now laying in the snow, being helped by another dog. Maybe her mate? No, the dogs seemed to be arguing like pups. Mates don't do that sort of thing. And if they were, they clearly wouldn't be for too much longer. Mike wanted to help. He had these new feelings he couldn't explain, wanting to meet the mysterious dog. No, not just meet her, but help her. Yes, he was going to help her get away from those evil owners. He now had a desire, and he was going to succeed.

But how exactly? Mike knew all too well that the man owned a gun. He also had a real itchy trigger finger. He needed to come up with a real sly plan, and he knew exactly who to talk to. Sure they weren't the best of friends, but Mike had once saved her after she got her paw stuck in a rat trap. He needed to find Helga the Fox.

Forgetting his plans for an afternoon snack, he took off into the woods. He was on a mission, and he was going to succeed.

((Add Helga the Fox to the Character list. I will complete a bio for her in a little bit))

Ooc:Ok I did^^ Blizzard was shocked at what he heard coming out of the weird wolf. He had never seen one in his life ecsept the wolf that lived near by. He walked up to the wolf and said, " Hey, sorry about the beating. I never ment for that to happen. It was the owner's fault. Not mine. But, I'm guessing you probably don't want to talk to me." He said and uncurled his tail and slanted his ears back onto his head. He slinked away into the house.

Jamie screamed after him, " No! I don't forgive you!" She said.

He was half way through the door and he heard what she said. She had never been so nice to him ever before, " Appology accepted." He said stepping into the door tail wagging and ears pearked up.

Mike knew where Helga spent most of her time, and soon picked up her trail. The musky smell wasn't hard to miss.

The scent led him to a small nook, craftily dug out from under the roots of a large pine. He knocked on a hollow part of a root and waited. He sure hoped that she remembered him. It had been atleast a year since her little incedent with the rat trap. Who knew how long foxes could remember.

He heard shuffling inside, then her familiar, drawn out voice from inside.

"Who are you? What do you want?"
"It's Mike. Remember me? I helped you a while back...with the trap"

More russling came from inside, then Helga made her way out of the came, still limping.

"I knew you where coming. The trap told me so. I still have it, you know."
"I was wondering if you could help me. You see I saw this dog, and she was...Did you say you still have that rat trap I freed you from?"
"Yes. No need stating what was already stated. Now, about this dog beaten by her owner?
"Yes, um...Helga, I didn't tell you that part yet. How'd you know?
We have much to discuss. Come, and let's talk about out friend...Jamie, I believe.

Baffled, Mike followed Helga back into her den. Sure, she was a bit strange, but if she could help free that poor dog, it was totally worth it.