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My Larka was far more beautiful, with her flowing snowy coat and her soft yellow eyes. Her silky tail billowed out from behind her like a marker, letting everyone know she was my Larka. My Larka. In the forest a twig snapped, catching my attention. Ears shot forward and muzzle in the air, nose twitching. Still, all I could I smell was her. But that couldn’t be right…

I got to my feet, ready to (keyword: Putnar) investigate. I was stiff from lying so long, so I stretched my muscles, my shoulders popping and my back cracking as my tongue lolled out in a giant yawn. I padded forward cautiously in the direction of the noise. I paused after about fifteen yards, though, as a shape emerged from the tree line.

I froze in place as the scent overpowered me. I knew it was her as soon as the tip of her nose left the shelter of the shadows of the forest. My first instinct was to turn around and run back to the safety of the den, but then why should I be scared? I wanted to take a step forward, to see how the apparition would react to my presence, but I simply could not move. The only alternative was to stand there, staring at each other.

Finally, after a few long moments had passed, a cautious step forward and a shaky, “Kar?” broke the silence before Larka collapsed to the ground. There was something different about her and soon after I discovered it...the wings jutting out from her back. She stumbled back up to her feet again and kisses me. "Kar I need your help" she said and smiled, I finally felt all too happy she's alive.

How wrong would Kar be at his initial reaction. Larka is only tethered to the world of the living for a limted amount of time. She has been sent by Tor and Fenris to bring about a new set of guardians, the winged wolves, who are those who have been touched by the Sight but do not yet realize it. There is something wrong though, even though Morgara is dead her spirt still lingers on and has infected a human hunter with a big influence on the other villiages in Transylvania. With the humans approaching and the Earth they need to find Fell and take all of the wolves to safer place in the other world.

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3. No killing without permission
4. A sample post is required
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Character Sheet:

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[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Breed[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Crush:[/b]
[b]Mate:[/b]
[b]Pups:[/b]
[b]Sample Post (Very Important):[/b]
[b]Descrption/Picture:[/b]

Characters Needed:
Larka: Me
Fell: Aniu
Kar: Angel
Four other wolves touched by the Sight: Nyx ~ Kiwi, Cree ~Kiwi, Talon ~ Myself

Puntar, My I join as two characters? Cree & Nyxiern.


Name: Nyxiern aka Nyx.
Age: 2?
Breed Grey Wolf soon to be Winged wolf.
Personality: Nyxiern is a mute. She can talk but she choose not to. She talks when she feels comfortable around someone, and through her entire lifetime, she never found anyone she's been comfortable with. She's very energetic and hardly ever runs out of energy. Shes opptimistic, always thinking the best possible situations. She's fairly impulsive, very pup like and carefree. She is excitable and enjoys making others happy. She random, and will often do things that herself only understands. She is Non-judgemental, however, it takes her time to trust someone. She is loving, and very protective. She is silly, a bit of a goof. She's also imaginative.
History: hmm... Im not sure yet. I will edit this later, if thats alright.
Crush: Fell, maybe. I dunno yet.
Mate: None
Pups: None
Sample Post (Very Important): Nyxiern stepped foward, her dark puple auds scanning the extraordinary turrain. It was quite dazzling here. Very pleasant and peaceful. Just how she liked it. Next to her was Cree, her twin brother. They were both the same age, born at the same time. They left their pack to be alone. They werent cut out for the pack life as their mother wanted them to be. They simply wanted to be on their own. Cree, being protective of his sister had to go with her. He loved his sister, and he'd do anything to make sure shes not alone. He's been so used to being with her he knows how to read her body language. He often translates for her, letting others know how she's feeling. She's been a mute ever since he can remember. He only heard her talk once. Nyx sighed and rested her head upon her paws. It was going to be another long day.
Descrption/Picture: Her design is undecided. She will be Pure black, with Purple Auds.

Cree's Bio later.

accepted with playing two characters I think will be truly advanced so I will require everyone including my self to play two characters

Mind if I grab that wonderful putnar Fell again? And I'll work on a bio for another character as well.

Name: Fell
Age: Same as Larka and Kar (Don't know how old she'd be, or how long this is after the first book. He is 7 years old in the second book, but that is set about 5 years after the first book.)
Breed Canis Lupus (Grey Wolf)
Personality: Fell is rather reserved as of late because of how deeply Morgra forced him to delve into the darkness of his own heart. He keeps to himself a lot, preferring to be alone and think, especially since he feels as though he doesn't really belong with his family anymore. He's still a little bitter about Larka's death and misses her terribly.
History: Brother of Larka and son to Huttser and Palla, he was born below the humans' Stone Den. His family was fabled to be the family of the prophecy, the family that would thwart evil's rise. When that prophecy began to come true and Larka's powers of the The Sight revealed themselves, Fell became jealous of her. He had always wanted to possess those powers. While they were on their journey to keep Larka safe and away from their vicious aunt Morgra, leader of the Balkar (a large band of brutish male wolves trained for combat and nothing else), he fell beneath the ice of a frozen river and drifted away. Everyone believed he had died, but the Balkar found him later and took him to Morgra. Morgra corrupted him, calling herself his mother and leading him to believe that he was the evil Wolfbane, who would bring about a horrible winter that life would scarcely survive. He learns that he too has the power of The Sight, and Morgra teaches him, and uses him to help her fulfill the prophecy. Fell becomes consumed by darkness and remembers next to nothing of his life. When Larka finally confronts him and realizes who he really is, she wakes up his memory and reminds him what he once was and he vows to help them. But Larka completes the prophecy and keeps Morgra from gaining the full powers of The Sight and in the end, Larka is killed. After all of this, Fell tried to move back with his family, but he didn't feel as if he fit with them anymore, so he left on his own journey to discover himself.
Crush: None
Mate: None
Pups: None
Sample Post (Very Important): A black shadow stalked beneath the trees, trailing a rabbit that was making its way slowly back to its hole. It hadn't noticed the shadow yet, so it kept stopping to investigate the bramble on the ground, looking for something tasty to satiate its hunger perhaps. But the shadow was also looking to satisfy itself. Quickly the black thing darted forward after the prey animal, but the rabbit's ears twitched and it sprang away equally as fast. Within mere moments it had flown through its hole and away from the black wolf's teeth, evading capture for another day. The wolf growled loudly, having missed the tiny snack, then shook his head and padded away slowly, almost wishing angrily that he'd used the powers of The Sight to control the Lera's mind and stop it from running. But he was a Varg, a mighty Putnar. He shouldn't have to stoop to using special abilities to get his prey. Even being a Kerl, or lone wolf, as he was, he should have been able to catch the rabbit without aid.

But lack of sleep the previous night had made him slow and tired. He'd dreamed once again of the vision that Larka and Bran had revealed as the Man-Varg that fateful night. So man was also a Lera, and unless they were helped, one day they would bring about destruction of all nature. But what good did this knowledge do Fell? Most of the Lera were starting to forget the vision, and though he would remember it, he had no way to help nature. There was no more Man-Varg and he had no way to communicate with the humans. Out of frustration, he kicked a pebble that had been under his hind leg and sent it flying at a tree. Perhaps there was more to the story that just hadn't presented itself yet?
Description/Picture: http://tuco.deviantart.com/art/Conversation-56644523 <--- A pic of Fell, Larka, and Kar, when they were younger. Fell is a handsome black wolf with golden yellow eyes. Though his right eye is rather peculiar, as it has a sliver of pure green right below the iris. He is built strongly with no other visible markings. He has feathery wings and looks something like this: http://okami-kodokuna.deviantart.com/art/Wings-58002644



Name: Morgra
Age: A little older than Palla
Breed Canis Lupus (Grey Wolf)
Personality: Morgra was shown to be a wicked wolf, but also very sad. She was depressed and disheartened when she was blamed for killing that cub, especially since she herself was barren and would never be able to have her own children. As a result, she wanted others to feel just as awful as she did and try to right things that way. At first she wanted to try and have a family with Palla, Huttser and the pack, but when she was cast out again, she decided to bring her plan into action.
History: Morgra was born to the pack that Palla was born into and she share's a parent with Palla. She was gifted with the powers of the sight, and a lot of the wolves separated themselves from her as a result. She almost preferred the solitude at first, but then she was blamed for killing a cub and was exiled from the pack. She grew despised, and as a result wanted some kind of vengeance for the blame. Kraar the raven helped her learn to control her powers, like Skart taught Larka about hers. She took control of the Balkar, a vicious group of male wolves who were known for their ferocity in battle. She desired to bring the prophecy of the Man-Varg and Wolfbane true, and in addition began trying to fulfill parts of it herself, by corrupting Fell's mind and making him believe that she was his mother and he was the evil Wolfbane, destined to bring about a wicked winter. But when Larka became the Man-Varg and thwarted her efforts, they were both killed, falling to their deaths.
Crush: None
Mate: None
Pups: None, she is barren
Description/Picture: Mostly black and missing some of her left ear with evident scars on her face and some other places. She's also grown a little grey with age. A picture: http://pawnee.deviantart.com/art/Morgra ... d-67706804 A concept sketch of her --- > http://tuco.deviantart.com/art/Morgra-F ... t-84095196 With wings, she looks something like this: http://aki--tenraku.deviantart.com/art/ ... D-96144524

good but everyone don't forget these are Winged wolves as well

alright but two characters are required see my previous post

I think we're ready Aniu Im sorry but you like to start we will roleplay with all of the wolves experiencing the retrieval of their wings

(Recycling my post from the other rp for Fell, since it will essentially be the same thing anyway. Changed some of the description though. Also, do you have any certain plan for Morgra? I'm not sure what to do with her at the moment, since she died like Larka did, so I'll edit the post with her entrance in, if you can answer.)

Fell had been laying out in the afternoon sun, absorbing the heat that it radiated and napping rather nicely. He'd finally caught a rabbit not too long ago, and had satiated his hunger for the moment. His black coat glistened in the light, revealing its unscarred splendor, but also something strange. Right above where his scapulae (or shoulder bones) were, two small gray dots of upraised skin had formed. They were growing larger by the second, though so far it seemed as if Fell didn't notice the growth. Within minutes, they were the size of a human fist, and the skin was stretching and thinning, showing black masses beneath. There came a loud popping noise and with a yelp, suddenly his yellow eye and one green-slivered eye snapped open. The young wolf jumped to his feet and glared around at the trees, growling in confusion out at the world.

Another loud pop followed from the other side this time, though Fell didn't cry out again. Instead, he turned his head to glance at his back in alarm. Had some tree branch fallen on him and broken a bone? But as he caught sight of what was truly happening, horror and panic took over his initial alarm. By now the bulges were at least the size of a basketball and still growing. On an impulse, the male threw himself on the ground and rolled to try and rub off these strange gray balls, but this only made him wince further in pain, especially as the pain shot down his back and front legs. He quickly stood up and shook to try and loose them, but this was also to no avail. They continued to grow, doubling in speed. When they were larger than car tires, the membrane was so thin that it was nearly transparent, and then it started to tear.

As the skin tore, pain once more shot through the black wolf. He howled angrily and shook again, tearing the skin more and only causing himself more pain. Suddenly, out of the torn orbs two black shapes sprang out and the skin melted away, as if it had never been there. The new appendages straightened out, but they were still much too small and so they kept growing, cracking and popping sounds emanating from them. As they grew, trills of the same unbearable pain mixed with a euphoric delight danced about Fell's body. It made it impossible to tell whether this part was worse or better, or even more painful, than what had come before. The wings were huge, so much so that even one of them could cover him almost twice over. Soon enough, he passed out from the strain, and as his body collapsed, the feathered wings stretched to their full span and collapsed with him, full-sized, black and shimmering in the sunlight.

OOC//Cree and Nyx have gotten their wings recently. Nyx has had her wings for a day. Cree had his for about three days.


BIC//

A figure moved slowly in the distance, head held high. Paws thudded softly against the softened soil, claws seeping through. It appeared to be a wolf as the creature drew near, brute to be exact. His black pelt stood out from the foilage, making him an easy target. Yet it would be hard to destroy the wolf, for his frame was large, his build muscular. A pair of wings were neatly folded on his back, the feathers a glimmering black. Purple eyes peered forward, scanning swiftly over the territory as if they had a mind of their own. The wolf stopped, his muscles tensed, limbs stiffened as he caught scent of something. Another wolf. He growled lowly to himself, not daring to release a howl into the air like many others would as he continued his rant through the forest. He stopped once more, sensing another was close. He raised his maw to the sky and released a echoed song that ripped through the silence like a claw. The brutes name was Cree who, fortunately enough, was touched by the Sight.

Next to this large brute was a rather fragile female. She too had dark purple auds that seemed to scan the terrain before them. She was the brute's sister. Two black feathery wings laid perfectly along her slender body. She still has'nt broken into them just yet. The female remembered the day she got them... the pain she was in. She couldnt move. Her brother tended to her every whim during that time, just as she done for him. She remembered the day Cree was blessed with his wings. The tears that collected in his unusual eyes. The pain and cries that eruped from his rather large maw. How he didnt move for a few moons. It was painful to see him that way. She wondered if he felt the same, seeing her in agony. The Fae was known as Nyx to Cree. He always spoke for her. Usually she is hyperactive and playful, today however, she wasnt feeling herself. Maybe it was the recently found wings that sprang from her back.

All Larka could ever do was just stare at Kar but it was inevitable for her and the reason why she is actually here to slap her in the face. Her wings were one of those reason as she was not actually dead but technically she wasn't even alive. As they walked throught the forest back to her pack she looked over to Kar. "I don't have much time Kar but Tor and Fenris are planning to bring all the wolves off this land, and away from man" she said but still her mind wandered during her explanation. The wings on her back were quite the burden because not only she looked like a freak but so would all those touched by The Sight as well.

"Despite what the vision had revealed to all of the animals of this land," she continued, "Tor and Fenris are not conviced which is why any wolf touced by The Sight are not only messengers but particpants in a ritual to make a bridge into the cosmos. To symbolize these wolves, we are blessed with these wings on our backs but they are a burden as well." Sooner than Kar thought though, there were emerging signs that his wings would also emerge

The white she-wolf snarled and turned on her hackles when she heard and smelled two more winger wolves were behind her and in that instant she stopped her aggresive stance to examine them. They were just like her and Kar which meant that they were here just in time, she bowed in respect like a drappa should and merely smiled. "What are your names" Larka asked examing them not from the physical view but their mentality and inner thoughts with The Sight. She saw their history, how Cree became a mute and everything else though it was not pretty like most experiences putnar went through. "If you two wish to understand what it what means to be a winger wolf follow me" she said and turned leaving away from Huttser and Palla's home...

...while on the other side of the Transylvania a young pup was just experiencing his growth of his wings, the pain, the pain was becoming to great for him and soon stumbled into a human trap. He saw the black wolf Fell and snarled at him, with his fur bristling on end. "If you wish to take my life then prepare to take it with a fight" he yelled dragging the trap and bit at one of Fell's paws with his adolescent-like fangs.