[I]nto .The. --> D a r k n e s s

[::Phantom::]

(( I know all of us have 1 or 2 (Prehaps more like me xD) wolves who you haven't rped yet (Or role-played not much) and wish to get him/her into action. Well this thread is mainly for inactive members, however you may bring active wolves. You may have as many wolves as you want =D I hope at least 2 other people join, but I really wish like 3 or 4 would join xD ))



He was used to it. He was used to others giving him strange looks as he past by, whispering among each other wondering what kind of freak he was. He was used to nobody getting close to him because he looked different from everyone else. He was a nobody. Just because he was used to it…doesn’t mean he didn’t care about it. If he was in a bad mood he would turn around and chew one’s head off if they dare insult him based on his appearance alone. It wasn’t his fault his grandparents were some crazy experiments by mad two-legged creatures. It wasn’t his fault that his father fell in love with a Goddess and they mated and how two pups. It was also wasn’t his fault that his father left them, even though he didn’t know why.

Akihiro wasn’t your regular ‘odd’ looking wolf. He wasn’t one of those simple wolves with pink fur and a pair of white fluffy wings. He was much worst then that. His father’s grandfather was an experiment, an experiment that probably should have never happened – they mixed a deer and a dragon together – and created his grandfather then mated him with his grandmother who was a pureblooded wolf and they gave birth to his father. So Akihiro had dragon, deer, wolf, and God in him. The oddest combinations.

Sitting upon his head and curling up between his ears are two long slender horns. His neck is slightly larger then a regular wolf, and holds a more graceful appearance to it. His body is very slender, where you can see his ribs poking out, but he doesn’t starve himself, in fact he eats enough for three wolves, he’s just natural that skinny. His legs are long and lean, with large paws that seem to mismatch his skinny frame. His tail is long and slender, it looks more of a dragon’s tail (Without the spikes and has fur) then a wolf’s tail. His face is slender and narrow, resembling more of a deer – however it looks wolfish with his powerful jaw- Two large dragon wings pressed against his side. His fur is a pitch black, with a few splashes of silver here and there.

His large paws hit the soft snow has he made his way through the valley. His eyes lingering as he glanced up at the darken sky. It had been pure darkness for several weeks, he was no longer sure when it was day to when it was nighttime – for it was impossible to tell. He snorted as he shook his head, his tail hung loosely as he dragged it within the snow. The weather was a bitter cold, he could easily tell it was below 0, however even though he had thin fur and was very skinny, he was actually quite warm. He grew in the colder temperatures and actually preferred it then to the deadly heat.

He sighed as he sat down upon the ground. Akihiro wasn’t a hateful creature. He was very kind and gentle. Really the only thing he wanted was a friend, though he’ll never admit it, assisting that he is a loner a heart and he was glad he could be alone, but deep down inside he was dreadfully lonely and only wish to have a companion to talk to and not laugh or stare at his odd looks in a hateful way. After all it wasn’t his fault hew as such a misfit.




The beautiful goddess like creature made her appearance into the meadow. Her long delicate nine tails blowing behind her, her soft golden fur standing out vividly upon the darken sky. Though her beautiful grace and appearance quickly vanish once someone gets close enough to her to see her true features. They see the jagged scar that cross the rights side of her face, her empty emotionless eyes, and the dark color she wears around her neck which tells all she is the devil’s slave… no good hearted wolf wants to get involved with a female like that.

She was lonely, but Nakaru was kind and good-hearted and would help others before helping herself. That is how she got this way. She had fallen in love with someone who apparently didn’t love her in return. Giving up her soul so he could live, he ran off with another female, unthankful for the act that she had done so that he may see another day. She didn’t like the dwell upon that, as it happened several years ago; however it is still fresh in her mind, and sometimes she cries when she thinks about it.

Nakaru sighed and shook her head. She didn’t like to be pitied and she hated feeling sorry for herself. She knew she had it lucky compared to others, and she wasn’t going to complain about her imperfect life. She was pretty optimistic when it comes to her situation. Many would sit around and complain and snap at others. She will admit she can be grumpy, but who doesn’t get a bit grumpy once in a while? And she’ll apologize right away when she realizes she done something wrong.

She sighed, turning her gaze to the pitch black sky. She only been here for a week or so, but she knew something was up. She heard talk about an evil pack, but she wasn’t quite sure if it was true or not, but she had a guess that it was. She didn’t mind the darkness, part of her preferred it, but after a week of having nothing but darkness it was beginning to annoy her and she was beginning to wish for daylight.



Riki was in a pretty rotten mood. He pressed his ears back upon his head and grinded his teeth together. This is one of his ‘days’ when he didn’t wish to speak to anyone. He just wanted to be alone. It wasn’t hard to piss Riki off, and once he was mad, it took him a long time to forgive and forget, yet this mood was hardly seen, mostly because not many got him angry. Most of the time he was a fairly calm wolf, of course there was something that Riki – who was oblivious to it- was Bipolar, so mood swings were common for him.

It’s hard to believe one could be oblivious to being happy one moment then grouchy the next moment. If one says he is bipolar he will say “No, bipolar people get angry or happy for no reason, why I have perfectly good reasons.” This is a flat out lie. He could be having a peaceful conversation with a wolf and then suddenly start yelling at them, asking them why they were wasting his time and would walk away. A few days later he’ll go back talking to them, acting as if nothing happened.

It was unknown, even for himself, why he was in a bad mood. Probably because of the bitter coldness and because it was dark all the time, when Riki liked the sunlight just as much as the darkness, or perhaps because of the lack of sleep. Whatever it was, Riki was in no mood to have a ‘friendly’ conversation. It was unclear how long this mood would last; it could last for mere moments to days.

There was a small possibility that he isn’t bipolar, that his ‘temper flare-ups’ come from his family. After all his mother was the Goddess of Darkness and both his parents were cruel and sick hearted along with most of his siblings. Deep down Riki isn’t cruel, but perhaps since he was around hatred for a period of time, it is both in his blood and he is used to something else?

There is one thing that he wants, but will not admit it. He is deeply jealous of loving ‘couples’ and part of him inside wants to experience that, which he sadly hasn’t had a chance to, he had a few crushes, but felt nothing like love toward a female. Often he will get rather moody toward these ‘couples’ simply because he is jealous.

Riki sighed as he sat down upon the ground, grumbling nonsense to himself. All he wanted to do was being left alone, but as he scanned the meadow and spotted at least two other wolves, he knew that his ‘alone time’ wasn’t going to last very long.

[Spiffzzz]

A dark figure poked her head up above shrubs around the meadow. She walked slowly, as if she was thinking when and where she was going to step. Her dark eyes looked up and about. Every where she stepped and walked by, everything seemed to just come to life though it was hardly visible. Her easily visible wings, shaped like beautiful twigs into somehow wings were by her side. They never brought her flight, but sometimes it was cool to have around. But when she really needed them to fly, heck, they did.

She approached the Meadow, knowing that some others were there aswell. No, she didn't know them. Eh, it wouldn't hurt to meet others.

Smoke decided to just take a walk heading towards the meadow. (hah, I'm so dumb XD)

Ice walked along side Shylo, the two had met and gotten close. In that mother and sun kind of thing. Anyways they also were just heading to the meadow, unaware that others were heading that way as well.
(me is lazy :3)

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This unbearable cold was unfamiliar, almost foreign as well as the suffocating darkness that revolved around this intriguing land that this interesting looking wolf had stumbled upon. The fine layer of snow that blanketed the ground was also new and mysterious to him. The land all together was different. It was something he wasn't used to. Something that was new. Something that spoke of a better life, hopefully. The strange thing wasn't the land or anything it carried, though. The strange thing was the wolf that was walking through the valley slowly, taking in everything he could see. The wolf was an eyesore. He was clearly different from any other wolf, and a lot of the times, most wolves didn't like that. They didn't like what they were unfamiliar with. Familiar was more comforting to them. This wolf was not.

The wolf was large; much too large to the average sized male. His statuesque body towered over many that came across him, making many wolves assume he was a form of evil. Muscles could clearly be seen rippling beneath his fur, which really didn't appear to be normal fur that wolves had. It was thin, very thin, but smooth to the touch. It was a mix between dark gray and black, though, it didn't really resemble either of the colors very well. Upon his head was a golden headdress striped with black. Two long, golden earrings pierced through each of his large, leathery bat-like ears. A gold band clung to his upper right leg and two golden cuffs were around both front ankles and a golden cloth hung around his waist. There was a large scar that went down his right eye, and another scar that appeared to be an eye embedded into his right leg, just above the golden band.

He walked across the meadow nonchalantly, but he was still unsure of the land and the wolves that resided in it. Regardless of what they had to say, though, he wasn't going to let it get to him. He was different, yes, but it shouldn't be a reason for other wolves to put him down just because they were unfamiliar with what he was or who he was. A lot of them knew nothing about him. No one ever really wanted to know anything about them because, as said before, they didn't like what was unfamiliar to them. But, whatever happened would happen. He'd be around none the less.

[Emilyyyyyyyyy]

This land... it was different for her. She was used to warmer, brighter, places. This was different. It was dark. Almost like a blanket was thrown on her head and she couldn't see. It was a horrible feeling, this one. And the cold was definatly more than she was used to. But, there were lots of extremes for this wolfess. Fore she had been living much, much longer than others would expect. Thousands of years... sadly enough. She just wanted to die. To escape everything else. She'd seen enough of this hateful world. It was filled with mis-fortune and anger. What else was there that she needed to know? The stupid humans were destroying eachother all over the world when they could be using the money and time they spend on war and hate on feeding the starving? [[Hah. Sorry that irritates me. xD]] Or perhaps it was the fact that they were stupid enough to get themselves killed trying to kill her and get her pelt. That wouldn't happen. Ever.

Akuma was proud of the way she looked. It was different. She had a rose red pelt, that was about medium in thickness. It was soft. She had random golden markings running throughout it, with golden bracelets around her right and left front shoulders, and ankles. All of them. Her nose was the same golden color, and her entire body was long, lean, and tall. She had strange eyes, too. Her left eye was pure white, no pupil or anything, whilst her right eye was a deep red color, rose-like and bloody. Intreaguing, to say the least. She wasn't the 'most beautiful' wolfess around. But if one only liked her for her looks than what was the point of finding love? What was the point in the first place? It brought nothing but more pain in the long run anyways.

There were others here. At least four. Probably more. Definatly more. She sighed, continuing her slow walk through the meadow. Who cared? If they wanted to speak to her they could. If not then they'd ignore her! Not that hard. However, Akuma wasn't a conversation starter. If she was spoken to, she'd speak though. She was just cool like that. Hah. Not really. Akuma was a loner. She didn't like to be around others if she could avoid it. If she couldn't then she'd talk. No one ever liked her anyways. Oh well.

[::Phantom::]

Akihiro turned his head as he spotted other wolves in the meadow. There was quite a few of them. He frowned slightly, he wasn't very good in these types of situations. He liked being around others, but most of the time they gave him odd looks. When he told them he wasn't a pure blood wolf and told them what he was mixed in, they would either laugh or just walk away. He eyed them curiously, they seemed friendly, but so did the other wolves. Akihiro wrapped his thin like tail around himself tightly.


Nakaru turned her head at the other wolves that surrounded them. So she wasn't alone, that was a nice thought. She loved being around others. She enjoyed helping others. However a few didn't like the fact that she 'belonged' to the Devil. It wasn't as if she was a blood sucking demon. He just had her soul. She flickered her nine tails as she gazed upon them. Wondering if there was one she could talk too.


Riki grinded his teeth together at the thought of other wolves. His rotten mood was slowly drifting away, however he still didn't feel like being in contact with others. He closed his acid green eyes and hoped that they would all disappear, sadly however they were still there when he reopened them.