Post by Eva The Werewolf on Sept 23, 2008 12:54:45 GMT 10
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Name:Eva
Age:17
Character or Characters
Name: Eva The Werewolf
Age: Looks 17 but is thousands of years old.
Human or Creature: Werewolf
Personality: Distant, serious, mysterious, obsessed with the past, massive chip on her shoulder.
And finally, a detailed description of your character(s).
Pictures are allowed.
Long, long ago, she was pretty average. Part of a family of werewolves in a small town in the outfringes of the globe, hidden in the darkest forests of Aziath. They lived off the land, a peaceful race, far away from everything, it was pretty safe and to be honest, pretty boring too. Or so they thought...
It was the dead of night when they struck. No body knew where they came from- perhaps a rift in the fabrics of space, but it was like hell unleashed on the world. flames licked the air from miles around, soon setting the ancient forest ablaze. Massive wolf-like creatures pitch black with flaming fur and red eyes came out of the darkness, reducing the town to ashes within moments. Slaughter and caos reined. people ran for the blackening trees, and the air was wrought with panic.
Then the boss came, a massive anthro-hell dog, a massive spiked mace in both hands. His eyes were roaringv coals and his mouth a seething mass of molten flame. He struck down the brave werewolves that fought off the searing great beasts, flinging them like rag dolls against the dead trees.
Soon enough, corpses littered the paddocks, livestock,chickens...furry bodies. some of them were her friends. Closing her eyes, the young wolf played dead, bundling under the horribly still, horribly limp bodies of what was once werewolf.
The creatures, being of little brains, snuffled along ignoring the carnage that laid before them, and raced off into the nothingness wence they came, their boss laughing and grinning as he leapt on all fours and raced to join them. Howls filled the air.
The tears turned to howls, and howls into rage. Rage, a seething rage that could not be sated. She would have her revenge. No longer would she be a helpless wolf. She would kill those who murdered her family.
Eva the werewolf was going to remind those hell doggies just what a real werewolf can do!
Times have changed since then, weeks upon weeks, years apon years, and immortal as all werewolves, there was no release from the torment of her past. She grew stronger with each new winter, counting the years by on an old oak tree that she visited every year.
"so, a thousand years is has been." one day she whispered to the old oak, her voice hoarse from disuse. " much i have learned since their slaughter. There no longer is any hell creatures to sate my revenge. Their bones have joined those of all the other ghosts of the past in the Natassu valley."
She wonders the land as a ghostly silver wolf, wrathelike and distant. Perhaps one day someone will come, and cheer her lonely and tormented soul....
Name:Eva
Age:17
Character or Characters
Name: Eva The Werewolf
Age: Looks 17 but is thousands of years old.
Human or Creature: Werewolf
Personality: Distant, serious, mysterious, obsessed with the past, massive chip on her shoulder.
And finally, a detailed description of your character(s).
Pictures are allowed.
Long, long ago, she was pretty average. Part of a family of werewolves in a small town in the outfringes of the globe, hidden in the darkest forests of Aziath. They lived off the land, a peaceful race, far away from everything, it was pretty safe and to be honest, pretty boring too. Or so they thought...
It was the dead of night when they struck. No body knew where they came from- perhaps a rift in the fabrics of space, but it was like hell unleashed on the world. flames licked the air from miles around, soon setting the ancient forest ablaze. Massive wolf-like creatures pitch black with flaming fur and red eyes came out of the darkness, reducing the town to ashes within moments. Slaughter and caos reined. people ran for the blackening trees, and the air was wrought with panic.
Then the boss came, a massive anthro-hell dog, a massive spiked mace in both hands. His eyes were roaringv coals and his mouth a seething mass of molten flame. He struck down the brave werewolves that fought off the searing great beasts, flinging them like rag dolls against the dead trees.
Soon enough, corpses littered the paddocks, livestock,chickens...furry bodies. some of them were her friends. Closing her eyes, the young wolf played dead, bundling under the horribly still, horribly limp bodies of what was once werewolf.
The creatures, being of little brains, snuffled along ignoring the carnage that laid before them, and raced off into the nothingness wence they came, their boss laughing and grinning as he leapt on all fours and raced to join them. Howls filled the air.
The tears turned to howls, and howls into rage. Rage, a seething rage that could not be sated. She would have her revenge. No longer would she be a helpless wolf. She would kill those who murdered her family.
Eva the werewolf was going to remind those hell doggies just what a real werewolf can do!
Times have changed since then, weeks upon weeks, years apon years, and immortal as all werewolves, there was no release from the torment of her past. She grew stronger with each new winter, counting the years by on an old oak tree that she visited every year.
"so, a thousand years is has been." one day she whispered to the old oak, her voice hoarse from disuse. " much i have learned since their slaughter. There no longer is any hell creatures to sate my revenge. Their bones have joined those of all the other ghosts of the past in the Natassu valley."
She wonders the land as a ghostly silver wolf, wrathelike and distant. Perhaps one day someone will come, and cheer her lonely and tormented soul....
