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~The inspiration~ This was the very beginning of a story I wrote a while back. While sorting through my papers I came across it and decided that I would once again breath life into my work through the magic of role-play.

The moon rose, casting an eire glow over the treetops onto a gruesome, yet tranquil scene. A girl lay on the ground, her hands sheathed in blood, next to the gory carcass. She would have been the perfect picture of death were it not that her chest moved up and down ever so slightly as she slept. Her hair flowed down her face in a silken waterfall of dark blond hair. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. The white dress she wore was torn and ripped and covered with crimson blotches. The blood on her hands glittered like so many scarlet rubies in the moonlight. A cloaked figure stepped out of the trees and gazed at the portrait before him. "Damn," he said walking towards the girl, his face covered by shadow, "I know he had it coming but, did you have to be so messy?" He bent down and scooped her up in his arms. He cradled her head in the crook of his neck and she made small whimper like the sound a small puppy makes whilst having a dream. The cloaked man faced the mutilated body and murmured a short prayer wishing him peace in death. He then turned and walked into the night, both he and the girl disappearing into the shadows.

~The story~
There is a small, but thriving village that resides in a slightly mountainous region that is thickly wooded. Lately many of the farmers' sheep and other livestock have been disapearing and people are starting to get antsy. There is talk of werewolves lurking in the surrounding forest but everyone knows that werewolves are just an old wives' tale....right?

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Character: Nyx Iwa
Username: mistywing
Race: Lycan
Age: Appears about 21 is actually around 43
Appearence: Demi-form:
Human-form:
Wolf-form:
Bio: The scene described above is a scene from Nyx's past. The man that came to get her was the leader of her pack,as well as her blood-sire(he made her a lycan) and has long since died. Nyx has taken over as leader of the pack. She is constantly haunted by the memory of that night, the night her fiance left her, and the night she killed him. Nyx has never told anyone about that experience and has since then hardened herself to her own emotions.