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Hey!I prefer to do romance but otherwise from that, I'm cool with pretty much anything. You?
Yup me tooHmm... do you want to do a werewolf romance?
Yeah, that's fine by me!Any particular plot in mind?
Guy A is the most powerful werewolf in the world, but he's also a world class jerk. He is the leader of the Nightdwellers - a closely knit and dangerously daredevilish pack of werewolves who have tremendous political power in America, China, and Europe.Girl A is a werewolf hunter, trained to hate the species at a young age by her older brother and unofficial guardian. Her parents died when she was two, but her brother remembers everything - their screams, their pleads, the wolves howling at them and ripping their skins. He trains and trains girl A to be a deadly assassin. She's wicked with a silver blade and knows everything about werewolf anatomy... all of their weak spots, psycological breaking points, magical secrets.
One day girl A's brother disappears, and she suspects that it's the doing of the werewolves who harbor a grudge against him. And so she embarks on a mission of revenge and hatred - and ultimately crosses paths with the most powerful werewolf in the world.
What do you think?
YayyAs I was typing it I was like, ooh this would be a good plot for a book
Any changes you'd want to make?
no, I like it just the way it isJust a question. Is the guy going to be in a pack?
Yea he's the leader of the pack called the NightdwellersDo you want to play the girl or guy? I'm honestly fine with either
Oh right!Mmmm do you mind if I play the girl?
Alright, just give me a few minutes to do the same
Name: Hunter "Hunt" LunevAge: 18
Appearance:
Wolf State
Human State
Background:
Hunt's family history is a convoluted one. His mother was the daughter of the mysterious and mystic werewolf Luctan, who used to be the strongest creature in the land before retiring to a cave. Hunt's mother was the most beautiful werewolf woman in the world. Captivated by her beauty, Hunt's father seduced her and impregnated her with Hunt.
Hunt learned how to hunt and shapeshift at a very young age; he was a child prodigy, in a sense, both intellectually and physically. He could scale a wall with his superhuman, gravity-defying speed by the time he was ten. His coldness and trained skill for killing made him both revered and feared by all the creatures of the land.
But one day, when Hunt was twelve, his father and mother were slaughtered by an unknown werewolf, who left only a crescent-shaped print on their chests as evidence. Hunt was bequeathed with the pack and a mountain of responsibility, which he quickly grew to accept.
Name: Bianca InfernoAge: 18
Appearance:
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Background:
Bianca's history is a bit of a blur. She didn't know her parents too well, they were murdered when she was two. She doesn't remember much about that night, only that it was cold and that she no matter how many tears she shed, she remembered Luke, her brother, hugging her tight to his chest. But Luke told her what happened that night. Werewolves came into their home and dragged their parents out of bed before killing them while Luke hid her in a closet with himself.
After that night and as long as she could remember, Luke trained her to be a hunter, a werewolf hunter. Through him she learned how to kill a werewolf with any kind of weapon. Even learning the best ways to kill one quickly or through torture. The siblings traveled from place to place, killing any werewolves they found. Their parents money sustained them, and they had left plenty to their only children.
By the time Bianca was fifteen, everyone in the supernatural committees had heard of the Inferno siblings. They were to be feared and any wolf would never make it out alive after crossing paths with them. Still, from the two Bianca was the more merciful one, and Luke the cruel, gaining him hate from the wolves.
I know that actress! She was in Nikita wasn't she? Cool character profileWould you like me to start?
Hunt had gotten used to the groveling gestures of the wolves who begged to be admitted into the Nightdwellers, but no being was as disgustingly sycophantic as the murky-haired werewolf kneeling before him right now. This particular wolf was of pure blood - bred in the streets of Alkya since infancy, and served every material luxury a person could ever covet. His eyes were yellow, narrow, and deep set, and it was obvious that in wolf form he was a true beast. He would be a great physical asset to the pack, if he were admitted.If only his eyes weren't so powerhungry and inhuman.
"Take him away." Hunt's voice echoed through the cavernous halls of the Nightdweller "headquarters." The halls were arched and candlelit, lined with impressive stone statues of legendary wolves - most of them coming from Hunt's own family: the Lunevs.
Two muscular men and a gray-haired wolf stepped out from the shadows, their bodies tense and ready to spring at any command. They nodded curtly at Hunt before grabbing the murky-haired werewolf by his shoulders.
"No! No!" The murky haired werewolf restrained against their firm hold. "I'll do anything!"
Hunt stared him down, and - as usual - his victim fell into a trembling state of fear. This power was both a blessing and a curse, but in cases like these, it proved tremendously useful. Even the most recalcitrant wolves in the land shrunk in fear at Hunt's notorious, spine-chilling glare.
"This is not the place for you, young wolf. Leave quietly, or suffer the consequences."
If you were quiet enough in any town, you could hear all kinds of things. Like the crickets chirping, owls hooting, and a wolf's howl. And if you were skilled enough, you can tell the difference from a wolf and a beast. Luckily, she was skilled enough. A small smirk etched it's way onto Bianca Inferno's lips when she heard the desperate cry of a beast. No doubt about it, she was in the right place. She had taken a few days to track down the scent of the wolf who had to have taken her brother and it led her here. A few days ago Luke, her brother, disappeared. The last time she saw him was a few weeks ago. He had been driving and she had been asleep in the passenger seat. She remembered waking up momentarily to see them going to a gas station before falling asleep again. The next morning she woke up at the gas station with Luke gone.
It hadn't worried her in the slightest and she merely got into the driver's seat and drove off to where they had gotten several reports of large wolves. It wouldn't be the first time Luke had disappeared if he had caught sight of another wolf or gotten important news. He always met up with her in the end or when she needed him.
Except this time.
This time Bianca had been caught up a few extra days in the last place she had been. But no matter, no wolf had escaped her blade before and they all fell to her. But still, even if she had stayed longer, Luke hadn't showed up. So she decided to stay the rest of the week. When he hadn't shown up and she got a report about a major wolf problem she started out again. But just like last time, there was no Luke. That's when she got worried and backtraced her steps back to the gas station. After a little snooping around, she caught the faint trace of the murky scent of a werewolf. And now here she was.
Her petite hand shifted gears in the convertible and she turned up the radio as she drove pass the 'Welcome to Alkya' Sign. She laughed as the wind swooshed past her hair. Ready or not Wolves, here she comes.
Hunt ate dinner that night with his usual guests: round-faced, werewolf beauties who stared at him invitingly over the rims of their wine chalets. They were the daughters of the pack members - tributes from loyal inductees who would sacrifice anything, even their daughters' innocence, for the sake of admittance into the most coveted and elite pack of werewolves that had ever existed.The girls giggled to each other and glanced at Hunt with hungry eyes, as if they thought he would be pleased by their fawning attentions. They could not have been more wrong.
"Oh, Hunt," said a familiar voice from beside him. The voice came from Jusa, a skinny, olive-skinned beauty and one of the most sought after were-girls in the land. She got everything she asked for and any man she pursued.
Any man, that is, except for Hunter.
She giggled. Her squeaky voice was a disservice to her flawless appearance. "You look particularly dashing today. Just something about you." Hunt grinned lazily at her, but he didn't meet her eyes. He never met any girl's eyes, not if he could help it. Jusa blushed to the roots of her hair. Hunt didn't smile often, and when he did, it was a precious prize that women seemed to want to capture and revitalize. "What do you say we go for a little walk, hmm?" she asked, daring to trail a finger across his shoulder.
Hunt was not immune to the seduction he often encountered on late nights like these. He swigged down a burning mouthful of wine tonic, laced with some sort of morphine-releasing tablet that brought pleasurable shudders down his muscles. The sharpness of his mind faded into haziness, and he let out a low chuckle of content at the relief it brought him after sitting atop the hard, golden throne the entire day.
"Only for you, princess." Hunt staggered as he got up, his chalice in one hand and Jusa's shoulder in the other. The effects of the wine tonic had already circulated through his bloodstream, and his mind spun with pleasure.
Jusa's high pitched giggles distorted with the jealous whispers of the girls who had been abandoned at the table. In a drunken daze, Hunt limped to the gardens of the Nightdweller mansion. The garden was lit only by the gaze of the moon. The colorful, star shaped flowers growing wildly in the garden were practically luminescent under the moonlight. The night was so crisp that he could taste the air cutting across his tunic, slapping his drugged muscles into alertness.
Nights like these were the worst. It wasn't because of the transformations; Hunt was far too skilled to be vulnerable to uncontrollable shifts into wolf-form. No, it was because under the tranquility of the moon, Hunt's mind knew now bounds or barriers. He was forced to remember everything about his past, and he hated it.
"Go," he said, his voice clear and hard despite his drugged state. All his previous flirtatious inclinations vanished, replaced with a growing pit of pain in his gut and soul. "Leave me here."
"Huuunt..." Jusa whined. She tugged on his tunic, but he shrugged her hand off violently. Her pout was evident in her voice as she continued to protest, apparently oblivious to his distaste. "I want to stay here with you, Hunt... Let me--"
"Go!" The alpha timber in his voice was unmistakable. Even women who were not bound by the rules of the pack obeyed the pack leader when he issued an official command. Jusa snapped her hands away from him, her head sharply bowed.
"Yes, Master."
"So where you coming in from honey?" The old woman from behind the counter asked her. Bianca had driven around the town before finding a small, homely looking motel to settle into for the duration of her stay. There was a few other cars out in the parking lot which told her that there wasn't too many people staying here. Good, she didn't need people poking around her room while she was good during the night. It would be no problem in a bustling city but in a small town like this? She was sure her arrival will be well known by morning."Oh I live back in the city, but I'm about to start college soon and decided to take a road trip for the summer. This way I'll be able to have some fun before school. Although it does get kind of boring being on the road the entire time. So I decided it might be nice to take a while off and stay somewhere for a few days before going back on the road,"She explained, smiling at the woman. It was a perfectly reasonable explanation and she gave it all the time. Besides it helped her get information.
"Oh, that's great for you hun! What are you majoring in?" The woman asked as she handed her the money, pretending to count in before handing it over. It would be kind of suspicious if an almost college student was just wasting money, it wasn't practical. Or at least that's what she picked up, after all she hadn't exactly been raised in the traditional way. After all her brother had raised her, if it hadn't been for the wolves, maybe she would have been going off to college now.
"In animal studies, in fact one of the reasons I decided to stop here was that I heard some wolf howls. They are my favorite animals to study. Their so close to the dog family but still so wild. I like to study them,"She told her with a smile on her face as she handed her the key.
"Well if you wanted to study the wolves you came to the right place, darling. But I have to warn you them wolves here are larger than normal. You might get hurt out there,"She warned her as she handed her the key. "A nice gal like you should just enjoy her stay. Plus your a beauty, meet a boy, have fun,"She smiled at her.
Bianca forced a blush on her face and laughed,"Thank you ma'am, but I'll be alright." She grabbed her bag and waved to the old lady before disappearing into the hall and looking for her room. The motel wasn't large and it was easy enough to find her room. Once she put her stuff away, and looked out the window, she decided it was time to set off. She hastily tied her hair in a ponytail, not wanting it to get in her way, before dropping the jacket that covered her body. She wore a pair of tight fitting black shorts with a simple white tank top and leather jacket with some simple black converse. To finish it off she wore finger less gloves to finish off the look. It would be suspicious if she had shown up like that to the motel and she wasn't going to waste any time changing either so she opted to wearing the jacket.
Without another second, she jumped out the window, luckily it was a normal flat motel and it didn't have more floors. Closing her eyes, she laid one hand flat on the ground before she sensed it, wolves, and plenty of them were living here. Her eyes flew open before taking off towards the forest.
It wasn't long before she came upon some paw prints, so these wolves were being careless. Which meant a hunter hadn't passed by in a long time to control them here. That or they were simply confident. Well they would be getting a wakeup call soon enough. After tracking half the night, she found her way to the edge of a wall. God the place reeked of wolves. Suddenly she picked up on a a couple of voices. Her eyes quickly searched for a higher vantage point before landing on a tree. As quick as the eye could see, she was up the tree and had gone deathly silent.
As quiet a mouse, Bianca observed the entire scene, doing her best not to laugh. How pathetic, wolves were nothing more than overhormoned dog. Still, she observed the man, there was something about that one that radiated power. No doubt he was the alpha, and in that second she committed every movement he did to memory. He was the heard and if you took him out, the rest of the pack would soon follow. But in her experience, Bianca knew it was always smarter to start from the bottom to the top.
Hunt's mother used to hold him in her arms when he was a child and whisper old, forgotten lyrics in his ear, as if they were treasures she was bestowing upon him. The words were unintelligible to Hunt's ears because they came from a long-lost werewolf language that had died away with the Juneau pack after the First Pack War. When she died, a piece of Hunt and the last remaining spark of the language had died with her.Right now, here in the unperturbed garden, Hunt could feel her next to him, whispering these words in his ear as if she had never left at all.
The drug had begun to wear off, leaving his mind vulnerable to the burdens that always seemed to be fighting their way into his consciousness. The unbearable pain in his heart returned. He gripped his chest at the sudden onset of the hurt, breathing heavily and squeezing his eyes shut. Memories flooded into his mind. Images of two, broken bodies, with the ghastly, smiling crescent-shaped brand marked boldly on their chests. His mother's beautiful and stone-cold face. His father's empty brown eyes, all strength from his alpha prowess faded from his body.
Hunt could start to feel it now. The beast he kept on the edge was breaking free of its cage, working its way back into his soul. He always had the strength to beat it down, but today he let it take him over. The transformation took no more than a millisecond. His bones snapped into wolf form. His vision dulled, his ears sharped, and his smell heightened. The ground underneath him grew closer as his legs shortened, and soon he could feel the warmth from his soft fur spreading throughout his body, blocking out the cold night air.
It was liberating, this feeling.
The pit of power that had been suppressed in his human form swelled and was bursting to get out. The grumble in his chest sounded like thunder, and he let it out with no inhibition. Hunt felt the hum of life grow louder as the other Nightdwellers shifted into wolf form, and his muscles tightened with excitement.
He was hungry - ravenously hungry - and his blood hummed with desire for sustenance. He inundated the mental network with the feeling. The command to hunt. The ground rumbled with the pounding of the other wolves' limbs as they ran to their alpha, trampling the flowers of the garden on their way. Soon, the garden was filled with them. The elite circle of the Nightdwellers had arrived, and they were all thirsty for blood.
Crouched down and hidden in the tree, Bianca observed the man. He looked just about her age but there was something about him that kept her on edge. After hunting so many werewolves, she knew exactly which wolves were powerful by a mere glance. And this wolf was a powerful one. She knew she would have to keep on her toes with this one if she wanted to take him out when the time came. For now, she would have to observe him, figure out the way of this pack before striking. One of the reasons that hunters failed was that they had no patience and tried to attack before they were ready.Her eyes took in everything, making sure to store everything. You never know what could be useful until you needed it. She took in the painful expression on his face before getting rid of the thought. Wolves were nothing more than mindless killers, Luke would have scolded her if he knew what she had just thought. He had drilled into her head from day one, from the time she could understand what he was saying, wolves were murders, they felt nothing. Animals, wild beasts, who just hunted and followed the beast within themselves. They had no human emotions, the human part of them? It was just a facade.
Her eyes hardened as she resolved her intentions, these were the animals who murdered her family, not one of them was different. She should now that by now, but she had always been the merciful one, giving quick kills instead of slow ones like her brother, which had garnered him hate from the wolves. Luke always made them suffer, tortured them even, but she couldn't stand that. There was always a sickening twist in her stomach and she always preferred giving a quick fatal blow. But she would have never admitted it to her brother, she knew he would only tell her that she couldn't be weak. It always wanted to make her roll her eyes but at this point, she would tell him if that meant she knew he was safe.
Then, in a split second everything changed. She felt the air shift and the dangerous aura in the air felt familiar to her. Her eyes narrowed slightly when she saw him shift and the power in his howl was unmistakable. And it was in that very second that she placed him. She knew exactly why he seemed familiar. Their had been reports about a white, alpha male around here recently, and word had it that he was one of the most powerful that had existed. But she was not afraid, she had faced the impossible before and survived to tell the tale.
The air turned chilly and her muscles locked into place as she crouched even lower, mentally counting all the wolves that had shown up. This was dangerous, if she wasn't careful they could overtake her. But like she said before ,it wouldn't be the first time a pack tried to take her on. But she could practically feel the hunger coming off the alpha and the feeling of the head was always reflected in the rest of the pack. Slowly and silently she unsheathed her twin daggers from her shorts. It's their move mow.
A russet-colored wolf stepped up to Hunt, his head bowed and front right paw extended in the traditional sign of respect. This was Paul, Hunt's second-in-command and his closest acquaintance - Hunt couldn't consider Paul a friend, per se, but Paul had become an advisor of sorts throughout Hunt's entire reign as alpha wolf. Hopefully he wouldn't be one to commit perfidy, a crime that led to the downfall of many alpha wolves in the past."Are you ready to hunt, chief?" Paul asked, his thought breaking the silence in Hunt's mind. Though his tone rang with a familiar sense of deference, there was a threat rumbling in the back of his throat. Hunt had been alpha long enough to know when a pack member was feeling resentful or upset. His leadership had blessed him with a thorough understanding of werewolf psychology, and it was this intuition that kept him safely away from rebellion for all these years.
Ah. Hunt knew what was bothering Paul. Jusa must have informed her father immediately of the neglect she suffered from Hunt. It was no secret that Paul had sent her to seduce Hunt and elevate himself to the status of the alpha-in-law.
"I was just with your daughter, Paul. She is truly a rare beauty." Best to play lovestruck. Paul was known for his protectiveness of his daughter, and even the alpha would not escape a father's wrath.
"Yes, she is. I will pass along your sentiments."
Great. Encouragement for more seduction was just the thing Hunt needed. "Alright then." To the other thirty members of the pack, Hunt said, "Let's hunt. No humans today. There's plenty of deer to go around."
He did not miss the collective disappointment of the anxious crowd - apparently Hunt had been too forceful in his dissemination of his own hunger. Human flesh was the most desirable. Hard to take successfully, because they always carried guns or weapons of some sort, and inexperienced werewolves often resurfaced with more pain than pleasure.
Hunt himself had stopped eating human flesh after an incident in his past. He had been recently orphaned, filled with rage at the crescent-marking werewolf who had killed Hunt's own parents for no reason, and one night he came across two human bodies who were mutilated by a mark. The same, crescent-shaped mark that had killed his parents. All desires for human meat vanished in Hunt's mind. How could he devour a being who had been killed by the same werewolf who killed his own parents? He vowed not to go down the same sickly road as the killer werewolf. Since then, every time he saw a human, he was filled both with a sense of disgust and a strange sense of... of... sadness?
No, it couldn't be. Hunt's heart was hard - he could feel its coldness ever since that fateful night when he stumbled across his parents' broken bodies. He had no room left for compassion, for guilt, for sadness. Only hatred.
Suddenly, a wave of wanting flooded the werewolves' mental network. Paul's keen nose had picked up a scent, a faded but delicious scent of a creature who seemed to be right outside the fence.
A human scent.
Even Hunt's control over his own pack was loosened as the members howled with desire. They were too ravenous, too volatile - especially in the presence of a human. It was a girl, judging by her soft and alluring smell, and something about her smell was dangerously familiar. She was undoubtedly that type, the type that werewolves loved to tear apart.
Hunt could feel the barriers starting to collapse. He echoed his alpha command vibrantly throughout the mental network, but it was no use. The wolves closest to the fence were starting to bound out, and soon Hunt and Paul were the only ones left in the garden.
Hunt howled, fuming and commanding his members to gain control of themselves, of thinking about the repercussions of murdering a human. But they were too enraptured to come to their senses.
The girl was going to die.
Bianca was rapidly counting the number of werewolves in this particular pack in her head, getting lost in the numbers, but never letting her guard down. Without even counting the numbers of the pack, it was obvious it was large. For one, they completely covered the previously empty grounds, and two, the ground literally rumbled as they made their way to the pack leader. They truly had every characteristic of a wild dog. Pitiful, but it always made her feel better, to separate them from their human forms.No matter how much her brother had told her werewolves were evil creatures, basically demons, it was hard for her to kill them in their human form. Don't get her wrong, Bianca, knew what their true forms was but it was different sinking your blade into animal skin rather than human. As horrible as it sounds, it was much better to kill something different from you rather than it looks like you. Kills them in wolf form was like hunting, but her hesitance to kill them as humans stemmed from something else entirely, no matter how much she tried to convince herself. There was some nights, where she would wake up in the middle of the night because of dreams that reflected her past. Sometimes she had to wonder if Luke told her the truth because she could remember more than just screams, sometimes she could remember flashes. Flashes that were like old videos that skipped chunks.
Although she was thinking of things she rather left buried and captured her attention for a few minutes, her senses were still tuned to pick up any outside threats. She's had years of training and she wasn't about to get injured or worse, killed, because she wasn't paying attention and had relaxed in the snake's den. What a rookie mistake, and the wolves that had died by her hand could attest to that.
There was a sudden shift in the air, the rotten stench of hunger. The sounds of the forest had gone silent, animals trying to find a hiding place and survive the night, while the top of the food chain was out and about. She watched the wolves with emotionless eyes, waiting for their next move. It was time for them to hunt, it was obvious on how everything had gone still. To understand an animal, you must understand how they think, their instincts, and an animal's natural instinct was to survive. In a way, humans had it too but somewhere in the evolution it had gotten buried. But if you pushed hard enough, placed someone in a difficult enough situation where it was kill or be killed, that instinct had a chance of coming out and that person will do anything in their power to keep on living.
It was wild, untamed, unless you trained yourself. Bianca could still remember the first time Luke had taken her out to kill the werewolf. He would only step in when it got to dangerous otherwise she was on her own. Even to this day, she got the same feeling. She loved the rush of adrenaline, the dangerous feeling when two predators collided, trying to outdo each other.
Bianca relished the adrenaline that rushed through her veins, her hand twitched towards her twin daggers as she pulled them out, ready for them. A small smirk crossed her lips when she heard the howls coming closer, and she knew exactly where they were. Still crouching, she shifted onto the balls of her feet. Three, two, one... And in that second she pounced as the first wolf came crashing through the tress. It was obviously a newbie from the way he clumsily attacked. In that second that she was in the air, her reflexes kicked in and she ran in sheer adrenaline. The rush was amazing and it was only a second in which her arm was raised, ready to slash into the jugular when another hungry wolf crashed through the trees, hitting the younger, causing her blade to slip into the shoulder and her dagger met bone. But the wolves were sent crashing to the ground as she pulled her knife out.
She quickly flipped over, landing on the next tree branch as more wolves appeared. But she wasn't afraid, after all, if it really came down to it, she had more than enough bullets to kill every single one of them.
I'm so sorryI've been on Goodreads but haven't roleplayed at all. It just takes too much time for me to write all my responses and I just have too much stuff on my plate. I hope you understand.
If you want to keep going with this idea, I wouldn't mind at all if you suggested this prompt to another rp'er who's more active. For right now I need to go on a hiatus from rping, but I had fun doing this so thank you.
What's your favorite rp genre?