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Nyxmel

As the Moon travels across the sky, I shall travel with Her, for Her sky is my only home.

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a character in “Dog and Wolf”, as played by The(Doctor)Horrible

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Name:: Nyxmel
Nickname:: Nyx
Age:: 3
Gender:: Male

Rank:: Rogue
Personality:: Nyxmel is very gentle and wise for his years. He prefers to use his wit to avoid conflict, but when forced to fight he analyzes his opponent, preferring speed over brute strength. He has always revered the Moon. He is very paternal, and always has a twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face. Travel leads to adventure in his eyes, and he has never been one to stay still for more than a day. Though he always seems happy, inside he is achingly lonely and wishes nothing more than to have a home to go back to.
History:: Nyxmel was born in the alpha ranks of a pack which was destroyed by a flood when he was a kit. Only a few others survived besides him, and when forced under responsibility to lead at a young age, he couldn't handle it. A band of betas overthrew him and he was forced into exile. Since then he has travelled under the Moon. She has been his one true companion, and he considers Her sky to be his dwelling. He has travelled for two years, and ever pack he has come to has forced him out due to his odd nature. He travels on, having no hope of a home, but wishing the best for each pack he visits. (If it's not too OP, he could be known in the town as the Ghost Wolf, being out only at night and never stealing food)

Veiw on Dogs:: Positive
Veiw on Humans:: Positive, Nyxmel can't hate.

Appearance in words:: Smaller wolf, silver and black fur with gleaming silver-blue eyes. He is lithe and agile, and is rarely seen in the daytime. In direct moonlight, his eyes and silver fur glimmer slightly, giving him an ethereal appearance.
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A ray of the bright, setting sun managed to make its way right to the sleeping Nyxmel's eye. He awoke with a start, dreams of hostile wolves growling down, bared teeth and pain. Lonliness on that cold night. He never slept without dreaming, and this one was frequent visitor. The loner sighed and pushed himself to his feet. The sun was setting, and he had had his fill of sleep for the day. It was time to greet his Mistress. He shook the cold from his pelt and exited the hollow under the tree that had sheltered him while he slept. With a look of thanks to the wooden protector, he went off in search of a cliff and a good view. Night came soon, and he wanted to be ready. It was his birthday, and he wanted to thank Her for keeping him alive another year. Eyes sparkling and tail wagging, he went on his way.

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"Mistress, thank you," breathed Nyxmel in awe as the Moon, bright and beautiful as ever, rose before the treetops as the blinding sun died behind him. "Thank you for another year," he wagged his tail and breathed silently for a moment, relishing Her gentle light and smiling face. Food could wait, he wanted to spend a while with Her. She who had watched him enter this world, She who had helped him live those two fateful nights, She who had been his one true friend, never abandoning him, never shunning him from Her sky. She gave him a home under Her light, and for this Nyxmel was eternally grateful. "Please grant me another year to be with you, Mistress... I'll make you proud..."

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Minutes passed without a sound but the rustling of Nyxmel's tail on the snow and underbrush as it slowly wagged. The Moon rose and smiled down on him, as if wishing him a happy birthday and agreeing to another year. He wagged faster, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth with glee. Soon, his muscles began to ache and his stomach growled. Game had been scarce lately, but the Moon always pointed to enough food for him. She was always looking out for him, keeping him alive and well. Her beams would fall on prey enough to keep him satisfied, and in thanks he continued to keep Her company. She had given him so much...

With a low, gracious howl, he turned his shimmering muzzle up to Her sky. Her light made his coat gleam, the silver hilighting giving him an ethereal glow. Something caught his ear in the silence that followed. Growls, far away, and barking. Housedog and wolf locked in combat. Long travels had taught him the difference, but this was the first time he had been in this part of the world. His ears perked up and he turned his head to face the direction of the disturbance. Five minutes away at a dead run. He could make it, any conflict he could stop was a victory in his books. What was the point? All creatures were the same, given the chance to live under the same sky. A hard life early on had taught him the finer points of life, and the courage to make it better. With a loving look to his mistress, he set off at a dead run through the snow, coat gleaming in the patches of light, and pitch black in the shadows.

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Three minutes. Nyxmel raced towards the escalating conflict as fast as his paws would carry him. Mistress's light fell through the leaves in patches, showing him the safest way to go. He knew how to tell a safe path from a dangerous one from his two years travelling. He raced on. Puffs of steam fogged from his nose and mouth as his breath chilled in the air about his snout. Silver eyes searching further ahead, tail streaming behind him, and Moonlight on his side, he flew forwards through the night.

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One minute. Nearly there. One of the sources picked up in intensity and hunger. He wanted to fight for whatever he was after. Male wolf, no doubt, there was enough difference between males and females to tell easily. Two males then, and a housedog. The snow silenced his approach and he was relieved to find the shadows thickening. In shadow, all that could be seen were his eyes. She had gifted him with this so that he may sneak up on prey and survive, Moon be thanked. He raced on, desperate to get there before blood was spilled.

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There! Nyxmel skidded to a halt in the snow, crouched in the shadows of the trees overhead. Best to scope out the situation before rushing in like a bumbling bear. His glowing, silver eyes slid back and forth between the two parties. Two housedogs, two wolves, big ones, and one had the smell of an alpha. The sleek wolf shook his head to clear the memories of alpha problems, and looked again. There was no time, he had to act. Leaping out from the shadows, the Moonlight lit his back in a dazzling silver gleam. His bright eyes looked back and forth between the two, and sparkling snow rested on his muzzle and shoulders. Ears pricked and breath fogging in and out rapidly from his sprint, he ran between the two parties. "Stop! Stop now!" He said, eyes commanding. "There's never any need for conflict. We can work this out." He held an air of authority about him, despite being the smallest one there besides one of the housedogs. "I'm Nyxmel, and whatever the issue is we can fix it without bloodshed. Everywolf can go back to their lives, well and unharmed." He looked between the rival pairs, ears alert and every muscle tensed.

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Alok glared as another dog joined the first, but dismissed the thought that it would be tougher for the new femal dog looked like she didnt want to be there. Suddenly, before he had the chance to take even a pawstep towards the dogs, another wolf bounded out of the forest calling them to stop fighting. He studied the wolf with curiosity and hostility. Alok did not think the wolf shoud be messing with others affairs. "Says yo..." he began but quickly cut himself off. It was not his place to speak.

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The one wolf, a beta, he supposed, began to speak. Nyxmel snorted out a foggy breath in humour, "Yes, says I, sir. Now, what is the problem here?" He felt the four canines glaring at him, but didn't care. He would stop the conflict or die trying. Maybe not the best way to spend a birthday, but if it was in the name of bettering the world, Nyxmel would give his life to fulfill the purpose.

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Snow licked her teeth as she kept a steady gaze on the wolves. Although it did spook her a bit when Clio showed up, she only gave the dog a small glance. Since the wolves wouldn't take a hint she was about to show them when someone else appeared. Someone who wasn't a dog but wasn't standing beside the other wolves showed up. It was smaller than her and had a silverish glint to it's fur. It made her fur stand on end. She growled at all the wolves unsure of what to do now as she backed up a little ways.


Cherokee
Cherokee felt the protectiveness enter his veins as he glared at Nyxmel, but he supressed it by shaking his head. The Alpha codes here were different then any other wolf packs and it made sure he treated rogues like guests unless they kill or harm any of their packmates. He glared at the white and black dogs before he turned his full attention to Nyxmel. He looked at the wolf's face, not looking into his eyes longer then two seconds, for it was rude of an Alpha to stare into another's eyes that wasn't part of his pack. "I am the Sunset Pack Alpha. You say we wolves can go back to our lives unharmed? But you see that their is rarely any game here to fill one wolf's belly now that these humans and their dogs have intruded in our territory. They take our food, leaving my pack to starve and I can't let me pack starve now can I?"

Cherokee growled before continueing, "They hold the food in one of their dens there. It's all that we can get to feed my pack, but what would a rogue like you care? You don't have a pack to feed, or wolves you have to keep in line from killing themselves just to come raid the humans for what little food they have during the daytimes."

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Nyxmel listened silently, staring at the alpha's face. He was an impressive wolf, and obviously cared a great deal for his pack. He also honored the code, which showed more to Nyxmel than anything else. This wolf was a leader, and a good being all around. "I can see why there's a problem, but it's not only these housedog's faults. They love the humans, and the humans love them. The humans can be... an issue, at times. But, I can help you." He relaxed a bit, and thanked the Moon for her help in advance. "I can help to feed your pack, provided you don't blame the housedogs for their master's idiocity." He shot an apologetic glance to the two housedogs on his left before turning his head back to the wolves. "I can help you to hunt. You could say I've had some success in the past at feeding hungry mouths." His tail twitched at the memories of the Moon showing him prey to feed his clan, no more than a cub. That was the night before the battle.

He shook his head to free himself of the memory, like trying to relieve himself of cold snow or a burr. "Tonight, I shall help you hunt, but we must leave the housedogs in peace."

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Alok didnt trust this wolf and he did not want it to be with them but they needed food for the pack and he respected his leaders authority. He waited fkr his leader to respond. While he looked the wolf over, he got shivers down his back, not from the cold but because the wolf looked mystical and mysterious with the moonlight shimmering off his fur. To Alok, mysterious meant dangerous and he couldnt help but feel anxious wwhile stareing t the rogue.

Ooc: sorry 'bout my spelling,im typing on my nook.

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Cherokee stared at the rogue as if he was beginning to grow antlers out of his head. "Did you not hear what I just said? There's no point in wasting valuable energy on searching for prey that is not there." He snorted before turning his attention back on Snow and Clio. "Now. If you don't get out of our way, we'll just go and take food from some other human den." his words were crisp, and sounded feral as he bared his teeth in disgust at the dogs. His ears layed back he walked by Nyxmel and began to head toward the shed.

Snow
Snow growled at Cherokee's words on how terribly awful his pack was. It would've torn her up inside if he hadn't been trying to steal food from her humans. Growling, she was a bit suprised by how bold Cherokee was to just walk by her and expect her to not do anything. She snarled as she jumped sideways and bit down on Cherokee's ear. The wolf snarl as he recoilded and stood on his back paws, twisting the wolf bit down on her shoulder. Snow whined but then let go and used her weight to push Cherokee over and they ended up twisting and writhing in the snow. Blood was shed, and furs were stained, and jaws were snapping in thin air trying to bite down on flesh or fur.

Noises began to clatter inside the house and the door opened. Voices screamed and yelled, but Snow ignored it as Cherokee wrapped his paws around and forced her into standing on her hindlegs. She snarled and bit down near his neck as she tried to use her shoulder to push him over. A gunshot rang out. Someone howled out in pain.

Cherokee
Cherokee let out an admiral snarl at Snow before shoving her away and turning to back away. His eyes glazed in pain and anger, he turned and barked out for Alok to follow as he darted away from the village. His left hindleg bled, leaving crimson drops of blood on the snow in his wake. He stopped near the entrance to the den, where he sat lied down and began to lick the wound.

Snow
Snow was a bit shocked that Damon had shot at Cherokee. She had backed away when the wolf shoved her away, but she had stared after him when he ran off. Her white fur was pink in some areas, but dark red in others areas. The pain of course hurt but she was... Angry and... Feeling something else. Pride at been able to hold her own in a fight? She didn't know what the feeling was, but it's partner was a deep rage, a sorrow at having been a pet. She would've died or lived through the fight, but if she had won then she would've truly been a dominant dog, but if she died, then she died. Not because she was a dog and not a wolf, but because she had been weak and not strong enough to survive.

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Alok let out a bone chilling growl at the dogs before running after his leader. Cherokee had gotten far ahead but it isn't hard to follow a wounded wolf. The snow was dotted here and there with his blood and Alok was worried. He pushed himself harder to catch up with his leader and soon found him licking his wounds. "Cherokee, are you all right?" He asked in a respectful manner. Anger swelled within and he had to clench his teeth to stop from howling in outrage.

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When the fight broke out, Nyxmel tried his best to get in the middle, to stop the warring canines. "Mistress protect them!" he called over the din with a glance to the Moon. All he managed to get was a hearty blow to the chest. He yelped and fell to the snow. The sound of a gunshot rang out, and he heard the yelp of the alpha male. As he limped away, Nyxmel's gleaming silver eyes followed him. The rogue stood tall, silver fur giving him a ghostly aura. The housedog was absorbed in its own thoughts and blood began to spread across its pelt. He then turned his gaze to the human in the doorway. He stared up at the person with a peaceful fury, unwilling to do any harm. "I'm sorry, Mistress," he said to the Moon without looking. He stood and stared, daring the person to harm him.

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Clio immediately pressed her body against the floor at the sound of the gunshot. Her attention was driven from the wolfs to the human who had appeared. Her tail began to wag as the two wolfs ran off into the woods. Snow just stood there, her pure white coat covered with red and pink stains. Clio then noticed the lone wolf still standing there, looking straight at the human. She herself was both curious and confused at what he was waiting for.

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As the human stood in the doorway and stared, Nyxmel chanced take a quick glance around. Clio was looking at him in wonder and confusion. He flicked an ear at her in good humour and apology, silver eyes gleaming brightly to match his glowing pelt. He turned his eerie gaze to the human in the doorway again while moving slowly to snow. "Don't be alarmed," he murmured soothingly. He kept watching the human with his ghostly gaze as he began to lick Snow's wounds. He stayed only long enough to clean the major injuries, and then turned and reentered the forest slowly, eyes locked on the person. Once he was in the shadows, he seemed to dissappear, coat returning to an inky black without the Moon's light. 'They need food, even if they didn't hold the bargain,' Nyxmel scolded to himself. Setting his mind to the task and sending up another apology to the Moon, his Mistress, he set off to find prey.

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Cherokee looked up at Alok and snorted. "Humans cause all the trouble." He growled before he began to lick clean his wound again. His tongue and teeth soon became red again, but with his own blood, not Snow's. After tenderly cleaning his wound, he stood with his injured leg off the ground. "Alok, if we cannot find food soon, then we might just have to take the pack and leave." His voice was flat and had a growl hidden underneath.

Snow
Snow growled at Nyxmel as he licked her wounds before pulling back. She shook out her fur and looked at Clio. The black dog looked sort of a Bernese Mountian dog, a type of dog Snow had once seen and worked with. "I am sorry if I scared you. My name is Snow and my human is Riley. Do you want... to meet her?" She asked hesitantly before motioning with her muzzle to for Clio to follow. Snow limped back to the house and up to Damon who held the gun. Damon looked down at her and then at Clio. Crouching down he set the gun down behind the door and rubbed her behind the ears. "Come on Snow, lets get you patched up... And I believe we have a guest?" He asked as he looked over at Clio.

Snow whined at the back of her throat before limping into the house. The fire was on the left between the two small windows, and a couch was in front of the fire, with a table behind it. Snow crawled over to one of the windows and sat down while resting staring out at the forest. Damon stood at the door with it opened and beckoning for Clio to enter.

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Two hares thick in his mouth, Nyxmel followed the scent of blood to the wolves' den. He strode confidently into the camp, glad for the shadows. He was pitch black without the Moon's rays, but his eyes still gleamed with the light that was present. He followed the trail of blood through the clan's site, looking at no wolf, but straight ahead. Eventually, he found the alpha. He unceremoniously dropped the rabbits before him and remained standing, silver eyes watching the two for potential danger. "It's nothing big, but it's something," he offered.

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Shadows shifted in the corner of Alok's vision. He turned towards Nyxmel with hostility, no kindness shown in his eye. Alok was seriously ticked off by the wolf and he showed it by his stiff movments. Nyxmel ungraiciously dropped two lumps of fur in the snow. Alok waited for his leader to speak, would he run Nyxmel away? Would he kindly take the offered food? The thought of taking it kindly was unbearable but after eyeing it over, Alok was aware of his hunger. Keep your salivating mouth shut! he thought to himself, trying ever so hard to keep from looking unpresentable in front of Cherokee, don't drool, please don't drool!

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Cherokee stared at the two Hares, knowing exactly what Alok was thinking. The young Omega probably didn't have the strength he had to hold back, most likely because of the weights he didn't have on his shouders. Envy seeped into his gaze as he looked over Alok, his wound forgotten, he let himself hate being an Alpha and having to have been the only one to stay. Growling he shook himself mentally before gathering the strength to stand. Cherokee looked at Nyxmel and made a small motion with his head sort of like a wolf's version of a bow, he picked up one of the hares. Backing up he settled down in the shadow of a tree before yanking out the fur of the rabbit and peircing flesh. He swallowed chunks at a time, having a hard time controlling himself.

Snow
Snow looked at Clio and grinned a grin that looked so much like the grin of a wolf. Flicking her ears back the white Akita lied down just as DAmon appeared with warm water and a cloth. He washed out her wounds and made sure her fur became white not that of a patchy pink with white. It was almost after midnight by that time and Damon yawned as he slicked back her ears and rubbed Clio behind the ears before walking upstairs to sleep. Snow yawned a teethy yawn and curled up, closing her eyes and falling into a dreamless sleep.

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Nyxmel huffed with satisfaction at the alpha's acceptance. No use in pointless death or conflict of hunger. There was plenty of food around, you just had to know where to look. Another pack he had come across had a food problem, and the alpha was too proud to allow Nyx's help. When the traveller had returned a month later, the majority of the pack had died out, alphas and betas among them. He helped the few survivors to find food as they were too weak to hunt and went on his way. Pride was often the downfall of those in power. Like another clan he knew far too well...

No time to think about that. With Cherokee's individual approval and the... beta, he guessed, for he didn't yet know the wolf's name... the beta's hunger was equally obvious, he approached the salivating wolf. The male stared pitifully at the hares as his alpha devoured them ravenously. "Come with me, we can feed the rest of your pack for the night," he ordered. Without waiting for a response, he padded silently out of the camp, inky tail swishing behind him and black form hard to follow in the shadows. He looked at no wolf, though they all stared at him. No doubt he smelled of reject, not to mention food, and that would earn him evil stares to be sure. He learned to keep his tail up long ago. No use fighting what you can't control head on, better to weave around it. His own stomach growled a warning at him, but he ordered it to hush.

Tally of things accomplished on his birthday: Fail to stop a fight. Check. Go hungry. Check. Earn a packful of stares. Check. Gain an alpha's gratitude. The Moon only knew.

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Nyxmel left the camp. He didn't know if Alok was following or not, and he wouldn't care at the moment. He had to go back to the human town and clean up their tracks. He hadn't had time when leaving, but if the humans traced the blood in the snow back to the pack's den, he would blame himself. If Alok was following, he had to hope that trouble wouldn't be caused.

Once out of the deep shadows of the pack's den, patchy moonlight began to shine through the mighty trees. Nyx smiled up at his Mistress and thanked her for at least the little victory he had achieved by bringing the alpha acceptable food. He asked her for more luck in his endeavours and howled at her in thanks, the mystical sound carried on the crisp wind wherever it felt like going. He then set on his way again, headed for the village.

A few minutes later as he approached the humans' den, his nose caught the scent of smoke, food, and people. His stomach growled in displeasure again at the middle, but he again forced it into submission. Another scent... Dog. Probably just residual from the earlier conflict (the memory of which made him whine despite himself). He continued on to the cusp of the town and walked just in the shadows of the treeline, fur gone ink black in the lack of Moonlight. He sniffed for the alpha's blood and soon found the trail. Without a second thought, he broke the treeline, seeing as how humans were diurnal and the lights were off in the house near the trail minus a fire inside. Once he stepped into the light, the rays reflected off his coat to give him that same ethereal aura. His coat literally glowed with the reflected light, and his fluffy coat went silver on top, the shadows of his own body leaving his belly darker, but the reflected beams from the snow still lit it some. He began scratching at the trail and licking it to erase any mark that the alpha was there. It was when he looked up to take a breather that he noticed the dog only a few feet away from him.

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Avondale turned to notice wolf staring at her. She cocked her head to one side, wondering if this was some strange breed of dog. "Hi," she said, "Do you live here?"
She padded a few paw steps closer, looking with sparkling eyes at the wolf, hoping for a new friend and playmate.

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Nyxmel smiled sadly and looked into the forest. "Don't I wish, a home would be nice now and then. I just travel and live under Her sky," he said, pointing his nose towards the Moon. He twitched a friendly ear at the housedog and allowed his tail to wag slightly while he continued about his work, coat and eyes still gleaming, ghost-like. "What of you, do you have anywhere to be? I haven't had the best birthday ever and someone who doesn't want to fight with anything and everything would be highly appreciated." He knew it was dangerous to be asking a housedog for company in the middle of the town, no less, but he was lonely and hadn't held a friendly conversation in the longest time. Why not cut loose a bit? It was his birthday, after all. "I'm Nyxmel, pleased to meet you," he sniffed happily.

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"I'm Avondale," she replied, "But most people just call me Avon. I don't have a home either. I used to, but...I don't know. i guess my owners didn't like me much..." She trailed off, then lifted her head again. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Nyxmel, "Your a funny looking dog, " she said in a more upbeat voice, "Want to play?" She bounded towards him, tail wagging, letting out a slight, playful growl as she went to tackle him.