Revolution of Wolves. (Yea, it's animal related)

Revolution of Wolves

The night was calm, the silence not broken by a simple mouse moving through the ever lasting meadows. On the edge was a forest, lush trees rested with birds sleeping among the branches, moon hung low in the skies above. The silence was broken, the snapping of a twig that echoed throughout the forest, the soft noise of a padded foot followed. The moon light reached across in slivers, cut by the near by trees, to illuminate a wolf with silver fur and glowing gold eyes.

The wolf was Tarmo, an elder of one of the many wolves tribes. He was considered with respect, even to warring clans because of his knowledge, because of the things he had seen. He was the child of night and day the rumors state, they are common knowledge throughout the clans and tribes. He was to be the father of another wolf legend, Toroma, Daughter of the Forest Calm.

He was watching the forest this night, watching as he always did for change in the land. His territory had been threatened days before when a warring tribe invaded and struck down many of his followers. He was extremely guarding when it came to his tribe, always did he defend when they where struck. Perhaps it was on this night, he would learn the ways of the hunt…
The ways the wolves… have stopped following….
---Tarmo---

The sounds of padded feet stopped as the wolf stood still, his fur slightly blowing with the wind. A cloud crossed over the moon, a howl pierced the northern sky, blood painted the ground. The vicious wolves of a warring tribe stood over the elder, they had stuck in the dark, the blood bathed on the ground and in their claws. Their fangs glistened ripe with crimson death, their intent was obvious. The rules of the clans had decayed, it was time for the rise of a new ruling clan through a different set of rules, all out war.

The morning soon came, but Tarmo did not. His people slowly awoke from where they slept, beds of leaves where nestled clean, puppies fed of the mothers milk. But all was not right, for Tarmo did not return when the sun was new. Toroma stood calmly, watching the forest edge for her father, but he did not come, all that came was the wind carrying a sent of a new dead. The forest mourned with it’s trees, the leaves turned brown and drifted far onto the ground, winter was approaching.

What a time for war this was, without a leader like Tarmo, these wolves would surly die in a few days of winter. The voices where hushed and worried as they talked in the camps, the pups did not pay heed to the adults though, they where playing without a care. “Where is Tarmo?” Some of the voices asked, “Why is winter coming so quickly?” Another few asked, Toroma just watched.

Perhaps the passing of her father effected her heart, for it quickly became stronger than any other young wolves, she was still a child in wolf terms. Her brown fur and yellow eyes where nothing of her father, she resembled her mother with a short snout and small pointed ears, her fangs where short but her claws where long and sharp. She would make the perfect leader, except she was female. And the laws of the Wolves called that the ‘Alpha Male’ would be the only ruler for any clan.

Soon Males fought each other for dominance, one stood out among the rest, his name was Roma, son of the ocean breeze. Toroma wanted to lead her people, she bet Roma she could best him in anything he challenged her with. It was a battle to the death that took place on the mornings rest, and nights awakening….

Twilight….


The moment soon came, circled by the other wolves the two competitors stood ready, the sun set….
The moon was rising…
They leapt at each others throats,
Blood splashed into the air at each pass,
Wounds resulted on each…
But in the end,
Roma lay dead, the only male strong enough to be Alpha, was killed by…
Toroma, Child of Tarmo, The son of Night and Day, and her, the daughter of the forest.

She took charge of her people In this time of war, they left their territory for more, they wanted nothing to do with the war for the alpha clan. But soon enough, time would carry them into the war they strived to avoid…

“They plan on assaulting us!” One of the wolves called out to Toroma, it was a year past her victory and taking charge. “Then prepare our defense, we shall not run any longer.” Toroma ordered, her voice firm and strict. “Yes Mam.” The wolf replied, barking orders to a small force of wolves gather on their new territories edge. “Why did this war happen? Why was father assassinated…” Toroma asked herself, wondering why, why was this happening!?



Welcome, to war.
Welcome, to a war of the wolves.
---Revolution of Wolves---

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race: (Wolf or otherthing that lives in the forest..)
Appearence:
Personality:
History:

Name: Jun

Age: 2 (Animal years)

Gender: Male

Race: Wolf pup.

Appearence: A pure white wolf pup, with teary cyan bllue eyes. His hair is fluffy and soft.

Personality: An extremely inexperienced and naive wolf pup. He barely grasps the concept of violence and has next to nothing in terms of common sense. He has been known to have a weak bladder; and usually is frightened by anything sudden, dark or unknown. He hides behind the other pups, and mothers of the tribe.

History: Born of a mother wolf that died in the onslaught that involved the killing of Tarmo also. He dosen't remember her, nor does he understand the meaning of death.


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Jun gazed from behind the wolf pups, in the midst of most of the population of the wolves; and well in cover! W-wha? Why? What's going on? He questioned everything that was unknown to him, and he was frightened. He pushed himself against the nearest bundle of pups and drowned himself in the masses.

As he was pushed in between each of the pups, he began to daze uncontrollably off into the sky. Red lights? Those look pretty...

Name: Kilka

Age: 4(animal years)

Gender: Male

Race: Black Wolf

Appearance: All black coat with all black eyes, a very rare trait in the Black Wolf Tribe

Personality: Kilka is not personable at all, he is quick to anger and even quicker to striking. At the age of 1 he was abandoned by the Black Wolf Tribe for having a deformity, his black eyes. His parents were killed in the altercation with the tribal leader and Kilka has been fending for himself ever since. He would follow the whereabouts of the tribe making sure to stay hidden so that they would not come and kill him as a banished member of the clan. However, he stayed close enough to learn the basics of hunting and survival. For the last 3 years he has been wandering the lands in search of a better way of life but never truly wanting to settle down.

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"The meadows cried," Kilka said aloud to himself. Death was had visited the land and Kilka knew that it was not the normal kind that followed a successful hunt, no, this was something more. There was an evil, a maliciousness in the spilled blood. This death was brought on by many things, and none of them had to do with acquiring food. Kilka ran, his black coat glistening under the moonlight, the air flowing through his fur sending the aromatic tendrils of blood to his nostrils. He was close. Kilka silently damned himself, he felt the presence of others like him not too far away. Already he had in mind how he would use the shadows to hide himself, hoping that whatever was going on would cause the others to not pick up his scent. He hated himself for even being curious, but if what was occurring now was the related to what the great Falcon Seer had told him recently, he would have to choose a side.

He could hear the commotion up ahead, the cries of battle. Their was war in the stars this night. Would Kilka be ready?

Toroma stood near her clan, her eyes scanning the brush as the howls of death and injury echoed throughout the forest. "We're in a war we do not want to be in..." Toroma mumbled quietly to herself as she walked towards the pups with a sigh, she was going to make an attempt at calming them down the best she could. "Calm down..." Toroma spoke quietly, watching the pups push over each other.

"Bloody tears..." Kilka whispered as he recalled what the Falcon Seer had said to him. "Bloody tears will fall, and then the war. You will have to choose, both sides will vie for the power, neither decision will seem right to you, but you must choose."

Kilka stopped a good distance away from the whimpering pups and the adult who appeared to be consoling them. Will these be the ones to change the course? Kilka thought silently. He moved to a concealed spot underneath a tree and some bushes so as not to be seen. The night sky began to look like a fiery blaze that wished to ignite the very treetops. The noise was nearly deafening and Kilka lowered his ears in response, his tail splay straight behind him as he tensed. He could feel an attack coming, but from what side? He could not smell any others nearby other than the group of pups and the one she-wolf.

He quivered slightly, his gaze still upon the lit skys. A warm wet puddle with a distinct but faint odour could be smelt as hit wettened a nearby pup's fur.

He looked towards the female wolf who seemed to be comforting them, and he felt slightly protected, reassuming is position on the ground and watching her.

Toroma smiled and looked towards the trees, she smelt a wolf that wasn't familure to the clan. "Come out, Now!" Toroma called out, walking towards the foreign scent. Her eyes surfed the brush and sighed, she couldn't see anyone but her nose knew someone was there.

Kilka heard the she-wolf's call. She was standing right in front of him. He was sure that the breeze was to blame for passing his scent. That had to be it. Still, the movement that he saw behind her made him tense before he leaped out. He caught the jugular of the offending gray wolf behind the she in his jaws and came to a tumbling stop on top of him. The growl that escaped from Kilka's throat was that of a wolf in its most primal state.

Toroma turned around in shock and stared at Kilka, "Who are you..." Toroma asked, her eyes looking to the grey wolf which, she didn't recognize. "And... why did you kill that wolf?" Toroma asked, walking towards Kilka with a sigh as she prepared to defend her self.

Name: Kitsu
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Fox (Silver fox to be exact)
Apperance: Black with silver tail, snout and paws
Personality: Shy but clever
History: A quiet fox orphaned at the age of 10. Tends to shy away from other, bigger animals.

Kitsu move quietly along the undergrowth, looking for food. She had heard of a war amoung wolves starting, and had taken pains not to be out where she could be caught in the middle of a conflict. She hated to have to fight such a larger, fiercer creature.

"You have pups, I won't attack a mother and her cubs." Kilka said as he dropped the throat of the gray wolf. The lifeless body lay there, its eyes peering up at the two adult wolves in a way that did not sit well with the pups. "I sensed the commotion from the meadows just north of here." he started, his tail still showing a defensive posture. "Has it started already? Am I too late?" He asked rather hurriedly, his head turning from side to side as he spoke.

(Just a quick bit of OOC. Wanted to give you all a heads up that I'm playing 3 different characters. At the moment only 2 will be introduced but the 3rd shall come hopefully not too much later in the play. Also, all three are linked.)

--Wolf 1--
NAME: Kaylett
AGE: 3 (human years)
GENDER: Female
RACE: Wolf
APPEARANCE: Kaylett has a bit of a rough look to her, which added to the mysterious look that was held upon her being. Her coat was thick and soft, the colors a black and tan mixing exotically upon her form. She was slightly bigger than the average female, about the size of an average male, which was odd. At first glance one would think her a warrior of sorts but the ethereal sapphire eyes set within her cranium spoke differently.
PERSONALITY: Kaylett can be harsh sometimes when she speaks but sometimes she doesn't mean to sound such. There are times she is too nice, as if she is trying to make up for some deed that is unforgiveable. When asked of her past, Kaylett goes into a trance and her demeanor takes on that of a person who has been cursed with a heavy burden.
HISTORY: Kaylett was ever so gentle most of the time and it was always hard to believe she had come from such a vicious, murderous clan of wolves that had their bloodthirsty eyes set on all-out war. It was only a year ago when it all had started and no matter how hard she had tried the pack had started on their war-path to rule all packs. She had always wondered why she had been borne into such a pack. Was there a purpose for it? Was she supposed to do something? The first signs of war came when the legendary male, the One Son of the Night and Day, of the Moon and Sun themselves, had been slaughtered in cold blood. At first it was only a few members of the pack who had that same malicious intent as their leader did, but soon it entered all the hearts of the wolves. Except for one. Except for her. Kaylett had watched as many brethren were slaughtered under the claws and teeth of her friends and family. Then finally only a few months ago had she escaped after the complete and utter annihilation of the Silver Storm Pack, unable to come to terms with what her own pack had done. Kaylett had found herself wandering the Silver Storm Pack's homelands, her whole body quivering as she remembered every little detail of the slaughter. There was nothing she could do to bring them back. Then to her surprise she found the most unimaginable thing. A pup. No more than 3 months of age. She was scared and confused, asking where her mother had gone. With a pain so deep in her heart and soul, Kaylett took the pup in and has been taking care of her ever since.

--Wolf 2--
NAME: Xryon
AGE: 7 months (human)
GENDER: Female
RACE: Wolf pup
APPEARANCE: Xryon had an unusual color for a coat. It was definitely silver but it had a bluish tint to it and made her fur almost look like a sapphire that had been mixed with silver somehow. The pup's under belly and some of her legs were white, as well as the space under her tail and chin. Ears were white but rimmed black, which was odd as well. Those eyes were a luminescent lavendar and especially glowed at night in the darkness.
PERSONALITY: Xryon has a mostly care-free attitude, though she uses the right emotions when a situation demands her attention, acting accordingly. Xryon is still quite the playful pup though, always wanting to have a good tussle to up her fighting and hunting skills. Mostly the pup resembled a tom-boy's personality. She never cries about much, and mostly does as she's told but she does get herself into trouble on occasion.
HISTORY: Xryon hadn't lived long, only seven months into her life and already the only family she knew now was Kaylett. The pup had met the strong femme only four months ago, after tragedy struck her family and friends. There was nothing she could have done to stop it, and she knew it. Another pack had come. A dangerous and menacing one. She didn't know why they attacked or even how long the battle had raged on for. All she knew was that she had been left in the hollow trunk of a large tree for who knows how long and then Kaylett had found her sometime later. She had been scared and confused, wanting to know where her mother and father had gone. As well as her siblings and friends. Kaylett had done her best to tell Xryon that she'd never see them again, as easily as she possibly could. Xryon had been thankful for that, glad that Kaylett had told the pup as easily as she could. So the large femme had taken her in and now they wandered together, trying to find a new home where they wouldn't be bothered very often.

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-"What are we waiting for?" the pup asked in a low whisper, loud enough only for the older femme next to her hear.
-"Shh..." was the only reply made for the moment. The larger femme lay there hunched over, staring out from behind the cover of the bushes into the meadow beyond. Something wasn't right, and she could feel it. Taste it. Smell it. Sense it. Triangular audits worked, shifting to different angles as she listened carefully to the sounds coming from the meadow. It was a straight shot if they went through to get to their destination, but should they risk it? In the next moment she heard a sigh and the rustling of leaves but the femme knew that the pup hadn't gone off, but instead lay down on the forest floor. After another moment or two, the larger femme finally stood and after a slight pause, took a few steps out into the meadow. Into the open.
-As soon as the pup had lay down the older femme had suddenly stood and walked out of the bushes. "Hey! Wait for-" The pup was cut off by a low growl, the older femme's bright gaze staring at her hard. The pup just sat and groaned with annoyance.
-"Stay here, Xryon. I'm going to scout for a few minutes." Turning her blue gaze back onto the meadow in front of her, she paused again before moving out. Large paws carried her slowly several feet from the safety of the forest's edge, body low to the ground as she prowled in her reconnaissance of the area. Every few feet she'd pause and lift her muzzle, scenting the wind. A scan with the eyes and ears. No threats. Yet... she thought to herself. Finally satisfied after just a bit longer of the recon work, the femme returned to the pup, almost half-expecting the pup to not be there. "Alright...We should go, but quickly." With that, the femme turned back around and headed back off in the same direction she had gone just moments before.
-Xryon just sat there, waiting and waiting. This always took such a long time. The recon work. The pup had thought about actually following the femme but then again she decided to stay put just as the femme had told her. Something was obviously working her nerves, and when that happened it was never good. Xryon had heard the hard way a few times. Maybe I should start listening to my better judgement more... she thought to herself. After what had seemed like forever, the pup saw the older femme returning and listened to the words carefully, nodding. Xryon was quiet, listening, watching, and smelling constantly of her surroundings. The pup stayed close to the femme, almost on her heels as they walked through the meadow in silence.

"It hasn't started... it ended a few hours ago... we ran..." Toroma said, with slight discouragment in her voice. "Why do you want to help? And these aren't my pups." Toroma continued, watching the pups with a glint in her eye and a sigh escaping her lungs. "Anyway... Who are you?"

Kitsu meandered through the undergrowth, looking for food. She hadn't eaten in a couple of days, and hunger was starting to gnaw at her insides. She followed the rabbit trails, hoping to catch one unawares. She trotted along, mindfull of her surrondings. She stopped as the stentch of death suddenly wafted towards her, the undercurrents of hot blood spilled on the ground leaving their metallic aftertastes caressing her tounge. She raised her head, ears at attention, and surveyed the land. She sniffed the air softly, waiting for the details hidden in the death odour to reveal themselves.

The pair reached the other side of the meadow in silence, luckily skirting whatever was out there that boded ill will. Kaylett stood watch as Xryon entered the forest and took shelter a fair ways in. With a final scan of what was behind her, she came to where Xryon had hidden herself and huffed a sigh.
"Kaylett, where're we going? For the past five days you've been more silent than ever. What's going on?" the pup asked, both curious and thoroughly irritated.

The older femme turned her gaze on Xryon, staring at her as if she were debating whether to keep the matter closed or tell her. Then again, if she didn't tell her now then when? It was going to happen soon. But how soon? Something was telling Kaylett that she had to go north. Continue north. Why? What for? Closing her eyes, the femme thought for a moment before finally letting out a tired sigh. "Xryon...Something's stirring in these lands. I can feel it in my very paws. Soon this whole land will break out into chaos. Sides will be taken. And...blood will run free to mark this land of an atrocity.." In the midst of her talking, the femme sat upon her haunches with her head hanging low. Her whole body quivered as if she couldn't bear what was to come. A glance to the pup and she saw that Xryon was standing now, staring hard.

"You mean..." There was no way the pup could finish the sentence, knowing who and what was coming. It couldn't be. There was absolutely no way. They were coming, and she knew it. Turning her head, she looked back into the distance from where they had come. What would happen now? Who would rise up and fight them? Looking back to Kaylett, she was surprised at what the femme looked. It was as if she were more worried than normal. There was something else she realized. Something more. Xryon could feel it. "Ky? Why're you shaking so much? You're...panicking..."

Kaylett didn't finish what the pup was going to say. There was no need to. Shifting her eyes back to the ground she just stared, her bored trembling even more. What was she going to do when she saw him again? She knew it was inevitable, but what was she going to do? Hearing the nickname Xryon used whenever Kaylett got worried broke her trance and she looked at the pup. A few blinks and then a shake of her head as she took in a few calming breaths. "No...I'm fine. It just seems that this is getting to me more than usual.." With one last deep breath, the femme picked herself up and started walking. Again she followed to nagging voice that told her to go north. That told her she was going to find...something.

No, Ky...There's something more and I'm going to find out what it is... the pup thought. Watching after Kaylett for a few minutes she finally turned and caught up, falling in step next to the femme.

Name: Silver
Age: pup
Gender: female
Race:Wolf
Appearence: pure white coat black with dark green eyes
Personality: dreamer,headstrong,smart, playful,brave, born a leader but dosn't challenge leaders that she has respect for, often leading the group of puppies,quirky,kind
History: She was born with green caugh but she ended up ok her mother and father died leaving the Blood Clan with little hope. There was blood everywear when they fought for alpha male.Winter saw all of this blood. No wolf liked her and she was often abused by her clan. Of course she had to face it, her clan was evil. She would rather be born in the ambitious Waterfall Clan or the kinder Leaf Blade clan but noooooo she had to be born with the Blood Clan. So when the Blood clan finally found a leader, Deadfoot,He asked for all of the pups to be rounded up and killed! he said he couldn't have any other pups than his own in the clan so thats when Winter ran away from the hostile clan.

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Winter kept running and running andrunning and running and running and running.(sorry) She had to find another clan less hostile. "WHO?" She howled"Will take me!"

Name:Areon (Air-ee-on)
Age:6 months
Gender:Male
Race: Wolf
Appearence: Black furr, with gray paws and underbelly. Large for his age.
Personality:Immature, hates work, loves playing, enjoys adventures and games.
History:He was one month old when his parents were murdered by a hunter, and now he travels aimlessly through a forest he doesnt know, and just hopes to someday meet another wolf that will take him in. He plays with the other beasts in the forest and lives in a small cave that he barely fits into.

"That was soooo stupid.I just let my clan know I'm here." Winter growled at her stupidity. "At least I was raised by the greatest killing clan alive!" she smirked. At least survival couldn't out do her but she hadn't been taught how to fight with another wolf. "My instincts will tell me-probably." Hoped the not-so-helpless afterall pup, Winter.

"Oh jeez leaf-bare is coming.The season I was named after-" She fell silent knowing that Deadfoot and only Deadfoot was there. "You ran away.Come my little pup let me eat you to fatten up for leaf-bare. You cannot have your clan dying because you wouldn't be eatin'!" Deadfoot cooed.
"You failed to get me the first time so what makes you think you can get me again?" Teased Winter "Take it back you fool of a pup!" Deadfoot yelped, apparently enraged. He leaped up and grabbed ahold of Winter's sleek black coat. "Winter,give up now and your death will be fast and painless but if you don't you can count on a slow and painfull death,pup!" Deadfoot threatend. "No.Leave me now or you will die!" Winter fought back going for the fake lunge and then to the neck. She bit down over and over.Winter had no idea she was doing this. It was like she blacked out
Winter and Deadfoot faught endlessly back and forth untill a final blow to the stomach killed."You pup I had no clue you were this strong...the-" He died before he could finish the sentence.

"I don't care if my clan knows I'm here..." Winter left the thought unfinished and howled a howl that hadn't been heard in a while. She let the whole entire world know that this pup, Winter, born of the Blood clan, can't , should not and most definatly,will not go into the night silently. It'll take more than leaf-bare,her clan, and the world to make her go down.

Areon walked through the woods silently, trying to catch a rabbit for dinner. He hadn't eaten in a long time, and had forgoten the taste of fresh meat. Fresh meat, and water...

He came to where Winter was howling and ducked behind a rock. He disliked big wolves. Big wolves would eat or take advantage of his small size and he didn't like be bossed around either. He hoped Winter hadn't caught wiff of him yet...