Run, Wolf, Run (1x1 Wolf RP, ALREADY FILLED)

[SpikeSpoke]

The Plot::

Wolves are wolves. Many believe they are useless creatures only used by the gods to kill the sheep of disobedient shepherds. But for scientists, they are perfect to accept the new thread of genetically altered DNA. These DNA threads have been injected into a certain few wolves and then they are freed into the Canadian wilderness. These wolves have no differences and seem to be normal.

It was a failure. Now it is three generations later. The originally altered wolves are the great-grandparents of the generation now. They have split apart and spread far across the territory. But that’s when changes happen. These wolves suddenly change. Some have sprouted wings. Others have gained powers that no living being should control. Humans have noticed it and all the brethren of the changed wolves are now being hunted. It is time to find a new territory and hopefully save future generations of these mutated wolves. The only problem is survival.

Roleplayers::
Me, NotYourEverydayPrincess

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My Wolf

Name:
Taine

Gender:
Male

Age:
Five winters

♥♥♥:
None but open

Kinfolk:
Apollo, Red Wolf (father, deceased)
Hazel, Gray Wolf (mother, deceased)

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Conan, Red/Gray wolf (brother)
Adya, Red/Gray wolf (sister)

Rank:
Loner

Looks:


Personality:
You'd think after losing his sight, he'd change for the better. This isn't so true. You see, Taine has earned these scars and these wounds that refuse to heal. He is proud beyond belief in everything he is. He believes he has lost all the grand looks the Ancestors granted him. The handsome wolf he was is dead but he still holds himself in great esteem. He cannot accept help for he is too stubborn to do so. He may be blind but he still thinks he can do everything himself. Taine can hunt and travel and many other things. But he struggles to survive. He believes himself to be a fine creature and worthy of only the best.

The downfall to this is that he gets lonely. It's one reason he's a loner. His pride often cannot be controlled and others have backed away from such a thing. Taine believes that if they cannot bow to him, they are not worth of the mud in the webs of his paws. No, sir, no wolf is worthy of being a follower to Taine. But everybody on the outside can see he is in need of somebody. Even with his power of earth sense, he will not survive long. His hunting skills lack and soon his total being will not be strong enough for the coming winter.

Mutation:
Though physically there is no mutation, merely scars, on the inside there is a definite difference. Being blinded merely pointed out this strength and has enhanced it tenfold. Through his paws he feels the earth's waves. Yes, the very soul of Mother Nature beats through him. It is merely coincidential that his name means "God of the forest." He can tell what the trees feel and hears their cries when they burn. He can hear the mice scampering under the roots for the earth tells him so. He can even see the raven that caws dark omens to him at night because the earth had shaken its image into his mind.

His head becomes filled with flashes of color that sometimes take shape. Like the Northern Lights filckering in his head, he cannot make out complete forms but gets a general idea of what he has. This is Nature's way of guiding a lost soul. Taine has nothing left but his paws and the Earth's beat. He uses it to the extreme and often will ignore it as well. That is just our proud Taine. But he will soon need to listen much more closely for the Earth is always right.

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Rules for Roleplayers:

-PG-13.
-Cursing allowed if tasteful.
-Romance not needed, merely suggested
-Day to night Godmodding, okay. Nothing else
-Grammar/punctuation/spelling at your best!
-Have fun!

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[NotYourEverydayPrincess]

Gender: Female

Age: Four winters

♥♥♥: None but open

Kinfolk: Completely unknown, Kachina’s first memory is of waking in an old loner’s den that promptly turned her out when she gained her strength.

Rank: Loner

Looks:


Personality: She knows nothing of her life. Who was she that caused her pack to abandon her? Are her abnormalities so terrible that they were so afraid of her? No, she isn’t that strange, not really. But she is proud. Oh, how proud she is. Maybe that’s why others avoid her. She tolerates no disrespect, be it from wolves young or old. And her sense of adventure is greater than most, probably because she can go more places, faster. No wolf can compete with her abilities. Not that she’d give them the chance.
But a part of her does ache for companionship. She’d never admit it, but the feeling that something is missing is always there. But now that winter is setting in she can feel the chill in her bones and a deep feeling of sadness hangs over her like a cloud.

Mutation: While they fold neatly over her back, Kachina’s is a more obvious mutation. Her broad wings span twenty feet in either direction and make her faster than the swiftest wolf, the slipperiest fish, and the quickest hawk. Her wings carry her places no wolf has ever gone, but if she wants to learn of her past, she must first learn to put her paws on the ground…  

[SpikeSpoke]

Silence was what he wanted but it was not what he received. The earth placed a wave of calming blue into his head in an attempt to hush his ill-tempered growl but it went without notice. In fact, the only thing it did was increase its volume. Out of my head, foul thing! the beast thought while diving into a dash.

Something about this wolf was not like the others. Maybe it was his markings. The steel-gray pelt was very common thought it was untainted by the brown of their bloodline. Maybe it was the thin quality his coat held that made him seem chilled all the time, especially where patches of fur gave away to his pinkish flesh. Or maybe it was the black paint that the wolf, rightfully dubbed the God of the Forest, that was along his paws and even the tip of his tail. He did look odd since most markings on wolves were not easy to see, if there were any at all. They were all too much alike. However, he was very much not like his family.

His father was a fiery hearted red wolf. Apollo, terror of the south. Apollo had been leading his pack northward for the summer, the same the deer were doing, when he met his mother, Hazel. The gray she-wolf had been a survivor of a human attack on her pack and joined the Canis lupus rufus group. She had no love for Apollo and he, as future alpha, had no love for her but she had a promise to keep. He was a young, powerful male trying to compete with his siblings for the rightful place as alpha of the pack. To guarantee this, Hazel birthed him three pups fathered by the roguish male.

That was how he was born. They called the two males Taine and Conan. The female was Adya. None of them were worthy anything but a promise to the throne for Apollo. He had children, he had kin! That was a sign that if he bred, no others could. So Taine, the wolf we now follow, was only to be used. He never assumed he was to be used. Maybe it was because he was the son of Apollo or maybe it was the colors in his mind. His mother explained that the colors were to be kept secret, nothing more. A secret, just like Taine.

How vain and vile this little pup was! Looking at Taine now, the scar over his left eye is proof enough of his deadly deeds. How strange it was that his other eye suddenly caught disease and blinded too with it. But that was three summers ago, wasn't it? Apollo had been made the alpha after Taine's grandfather lost to a deadly battle with the younger red wolf. Taine spoke up about the foolishness Apollo had shown. He bragged about how he was a better fit for alpha, never his own father. Taine went on and on, and Apollo would not attack. Taine had become a favored son and even heartless Apollo did not have the will to fight so brutally with his son. "Let the Ancestors mark you for your nature, boy," Apollo cursed. "Let your world be torn down for you are a stupid creature, and an even less intelligent of a son."

Taine walked off on the pack that day promising to return with his own pack of worthy wolves, ones that would kill on sight and not think twice. But the Ancestors took word of Apollo's cry. The God of the Forest was stupid that day when he raided a raven's nest for her beautiful eggs. She did not take kindly to her children's murderer and went for the sky blue eyes of his and managed to scar one of them. That was the day he knew who he was. He was a loner, an outcast. A rogue. THe scars marked it. Every pack he met after that knew it too for no wolf with the Raven's Scar was worthy of the dung of their prey. Not to mention the colors became brighter within his mind. It was as if something communicated with him.

In fact, these two forces aruged for days on end as they did now. The rippling blue in his mind turned into a savage red that burst forward like a lava-hued river from a volcano of rage. "Be gone! Be gone!" Taine ordered while thrashing his body around. The colors morphed into the shapes of trees that flashed by his sight and rocks that the badly shaped paws dodged. A view of the outside world from the inside. "Out of my head!" he cried once more, ignoring the pictures it flashed in warning. It was too late by that point as he caught his hind right paw in a root and fell face first into the dirt. The momentum of the fall managed to free his paw and send him tumbling three times over himself. When he stopped, his body was twisted in odd angles and stuck within a bush.

"May all know I curse these Ancestors for this pain," he spat under his breath while gathering himself together again. Blind like a newborn pup! How useless he was! Even this... spirit that spoke to him, this Spirit of Earth that guided his very paws, refused to agree as it seemed to warm into a pale yellow in sympathy for his pain, red edging the colors to show its dislike for his lack of listening. But what could be said? Taine sat and groaned at the few new cuts into his fine steel pelt. "Great Stars," he sighed before slowly standing and continuing on into a world that he could not see.  

[NotYourEverydayPrincess]

The first thing Kachina remembers is the loner. An old grizzled female that snapped at her when she woke up, called her a freak. She turned her head and saw the wings spread out on the earth around her. Her body was battered and bruised, teeth marks on her legs, gashes on her sides, and those beautiful wings streaked with blood. The loner would tell her nothing, not even where she'd been found. But the loner fed her, granted her shelter while she healed, for which Kachina was grateful. But the loner didn't talk to her, save for grumbled mutterings of "Freak" and "Mutant" or "Abomination". She wouldn't even tell Kachina her name. When she was well, Kachina knew she wasn't welcome, and she left without saying goodbye. Maybe that early memory, from when she was just over a winter old, is why now she cares not for anyone. All that she can remember in her life is the wandering from place to place, and the feeling of the wind through her fur as she soars through the skies.  

[SpikeSpoke]

The gentle yellows flared up in a curious green as the waves of light flowed around hastily to show him the world. It went unheeded at first, compeltely ignored by the watcher. The blind male continued on and tried to forget the prickling feeling the Spirit of Earth gave him. How dare it interrupt his time of hatred! He was in no mood to listen to the Spirit of Earth. The ancestors could take these lights and-.

What was this? Tilting his steely gray head back, the sky-blue eyes focused ever so slightly on the lights that began giving him a picture. Never in his life had be been given a white light. But here it was, white as the frost that had tickled the grasses this morning. He saw broad wings and thought of a goose. But its lengthy body made the God of Earth think of something more. A heron or a swan, perhaps. The white lights sharpened and figured out a tail and a few paws. What in Great Stars name was this? An ermine with wings? The Ancestors surely were teasing this poor wolf's mind. Even worse was the body it finally took making it look all too similar to... to him.

A winged wolf? "Fool me once, shame on you," he snapped to himself. "Fool me twice-." A sharp pain in his pawpads made him leap and yelp intensely. The thunderous bark of perplextion echoed slightly and he was in utter rage that the Spirit of Earth dared to harm its wolf brother. What was worse was the laughing trees and the tricksters, Brother Breeze and Sister Wind.

Now, give me a second to explain to you this label thing. Being raised among the Canis lupus rufus meant he lived by the Law of the Great Stars. The Ancestors, basically. All the stars represented the wolves of past lives and when a star died, it had returned to a body here on earth. Each thing in the world, as proclaimed by the Ancestors, had a life. Trees, bushes, earth, wind. All of it had purpose and life. So they called them Brother, Sister, or Spirit. Some sort of respectful term. His connection with the earth only madet his more true.

So, as said before, Brother Breeze and Sister Wind mocked the poor wolf that now walked uneasily to the side of where he formerly stood. Even the light for the very distant Father Sun. Its cheeriness made him practically sick to his stomach. "Eat fox's dung, Ancestors," he snickered while walking on. What he didn't realize was they had gotten what they wanted out of him. A cry to alert others.  

[NotYourEverydayPrincess]

Kachina sighed happily as she soared through the skies, the wind whipping briskly through her white fur. She dived out of the cloud cover, howling in pleasure as the tops of the trees raced up towards her. At the last moment she banked hard and slowed her decent, her back paws barely grazing the treetops as she flew over them.
With one eye watching where she was going, the other scanned the forest below, on the lookout for something to eat. Instead she saw another wolf, all alone, walking steadily through the fallen leaves.
While her mind said it was just an ordinary lone wolf, really competition for food, but another part of her felt uneasy, warning her that the wolf there was no more normal than she herself was. She felt torn between diving down to say hello and racing away through the skies.
The disicion was made for her when a wicked wind whipped up over the treetops and the wall of air slammed into Kachina's side unexpectedly. Unprepared, her wings buckled under the pressure from the air and she spiralled down through the trees, crashing into branches the whole way.  

[SpikeSpoke]

Brother Breeze tickled his ears with sound as Sister Wind picked up swiftly and swirled the images Mother Earth reflected in his mind. He hobbled forward towards the steel-blue path the lights made for him. The trees flashed sparks of pain through his paws when their branches were bent and some even broken. You do no good and yet you bawl when pain hits you, Taine thought disdainfully. He ignored the sound of the crash that rattled down the tree's side and almost seemed to smirk at it as well.

There was a scolding to follow from Father Sun as the light that somehow went unfiltered through the branches hit him straight into his foggy, sky blue orbs all at once. That was painful. Taine ducked his head and blinked away the shock of it as the lights began forming the path to the fallen being. It was much too big to be a bird but hte wings said otherwise. Wait, was this that flying, wolf... thing he had seen earlier? Was it even possible? The lights changed into a beautiful white color, more like a pearl that was lightly touched with pink to entice the onlooker. Yes, very much like an astonishing pearl. How disgusting!

"Stupid beast,," he spat as he walked towards the fallen one. "What in great Ancestors name are you doing on this ground? Get up, I say! Get up! Mother Earth shan't be kind to me if I leave you here. Up, up! Come on, little fool." Taine stomped his paw pompously when she did not follow instantly. "Get up! I have no patience for you. Up, up, up, or Mother Earth will have my tail for this! Up!"

Stupid, stupid, stupid Spirit of Earth trying to urge him to be kind. It would surely not be fair for him to have terribly aching feet if he ignored this being. As a reminder to what was in line for him if he did not comply, there was a twith from Brother Breeze as it awoke it's stronger sister, Wind, in a gust over his freshest wounds. The small, miniscule sting reminded him just enough that he'd have to be kind enough to assure this wolf... bird... thing's survival.  

[NotYourEverydayPrincess]

Kachina dragged herself to her feet slowly, carefully assesing herself for damage as the winds danced around her ears, lightly ruffling her fur. Once she was certain she was all in one piece, with only a few minor scratches and, thank the sky, no damage to her wings, she drew herself up, ignoring for now the fact that her beautiful, glossy white fur was now coated in dirt, and faced the strange wolf who had snapped at her.
"And who are you to yell at me, you mangy mutt?" she growled at him. She hadn't fallen from the skies in ages, so long she almost couldn't remember ever having done it, and to do it now, in front of this stranger, humiliated her, which in turn made her angry.
"Well?" she demanded. "Explain yourself! What kind of rouge are you, that seems so strange, and has the nerve to so much as look at me?"  

[SpikeSpoke]

Oh, what a tough little monster this one was! Taine flicked his bitten ear back then smirked at her so casually that it seemed that he did not care that she had, in return to his rough exterior, rudely snapped right back. The lights in his head tightened as the coils began to make her appearance sharper and much more clear. She was definitely winged and the expanse of those wings was mighty. For a bird, let alone an animal that wasn't supposed to have wings in the first place, it was something close to that of a fine eagle. She looked young in spirit, or at least Mother Earth told him so. Very few animals had bright lights surrounding them. They grew old at heart quickly. But she had not.

"A tonrar you are, correct?" he questioned with no answer to her own question. His mother's Inuit language was rough on his tongue but he remembered a few words. But who could forget the word that represented all kinfolk of the Man-Hearted wolves. Tonrar meant devil and that was what others thought of them as. Devils to their own kind. She certainly was not normal and he only assumed that she was a Man-Hearted wolf. "Where are your illamareit, your family, nutara?"

Taine courageously walked closer until he was a mere fox's tail length away from her. His charcoal nose twisted left then right before he half memorized her scent. She was like the sky, like a bird's nest, and like the fresh cracked eggs of a robin mother's chicks. Very, very bird-like. But comforting. "You are not apart of any pack, no kadzait to guide you. State your name. I might grant you with my own, amarok."

Tonrar- devil
Illamareit- relatives
Nutara- child
Kadzait- wandering wolves
Amarok- wolf  

[NotYourEverydayPrincess]

“I am NOT a devil!” Kachina snapped viciously. Then she paused, blinking. “How do you know those words? How do I know those words…” A first she was talking to the strange wolf, then to herself as she realized she knew exactly what he was saying, even though she was sure she had never heard that language before in her life…or at least, what part of her life she remembered. She shook her head.
“I’m not a child either. My name is Kachina, and no, I am not part of any pack. I…I left,” she said, although she was pretty sure she had probably been driven out and hadn’t had any choice in the matter. Still, that was information some rouge had no right to.
She glared at the rouge even as she sniffed the air to catch his scent. She was surprised to find there was hardly a difference between the smell of the forest and this wolf. It was like the forest was a part of him, so faint was any scent of his own. “Who are you?” Kachina growled uneasily as she noticed his many bloody scratches, torn ear, and his sightless eyes.  

[SpikeSpoke]

Taine was shocked when the truth to her knowledge was revealed. She knew the words of the North. What a coincidence it was! He had met very few wolves that knew this language enough to translate his broken speech. Most were Southern wolves, red wolves and the Southern Grays that did not give as much as a tail hair about their cold-climate originated cousins. He listened to her snap at first, disliking being called a devil. Then her total confusion. This was going to be fun. She had no clue as to why she knew this language. How peculiar....

"I am the God of the Forest," he answered with total, arrogant confidence. "Within this world, I am issorartuyok. You are a trespasser onto my land but at the same time, I am curious as to what a kakortok female is doing here. As a matter of fact, you should answer truthfully when I say you are a tonrar because those wings classify you as such. An amarok walking among ikkumaaluk is only such when granted the powers of the Ancestors. The Man-Hearted wolves. Do you deny and lie to me again, arnaluk, or be truthful and explain to me why you fly through these airs and continue to speak to Taine, God of the Forest?"

Issorartuyok- lead dog
Kakortok- white
Ikkumaaluk- Hell
**Arnaluk- female dog

((No, this is NOT the curse for female dog. This term can be meant affectionately if used as such. But in this way, it is merely a label because no name has been given yet for Taine to know.))  

[NotYourEverydayPrincess]

“God of the Forest,” Kachina snorted. “Oh really now? Full of yourself much? You’re not even a true issorartuyok! You don’t lead any but yourself! If I wished, I could take this scrap of land from you with ease,” she spat scornfully. “As far as my knowledge goes, I say again, I am NOT a tonrar! I know nothing of these Man-Hearted wolves that you speak of.”
Anger began to rise in her as she growled at this so-called God. He was arrogant, and it bothered Kachina that he knew things she didn’t.
“As for why I can fly, as you can plainly see, I have wings you stupid amarok! And I speak to who I wish, when I wish!” Kachina snarled as she stood, her wings spread. “Now get out of my way!”  

[SpikeSpoke]

There was a deep anger in her, that was for sure. He stayed where he was as she ranted about his words and, even more so, his title. How dare she say he was no lead dog! How dare she insult him as such! Oh, if he wasn't so blind, he'd-!

"You atungitok kringmiluardjuk! Do not speak to one such as me in that sort of tone! He bunched his muscles as if to pounce but halted the movement before it could be done. "I was once supposed to take the throne of an alpha but, like you, I was faced with some... complications. I did not sprout wings but I, too, was different." Taine stared at her with hazy eyes, the colors in his head jumping around madly. Mother Earth was speaking so strongly about this flying beast. The Spirit of Earth wanted something from her even when he could not pinpoint what it was. Why bother? Why listen to these lights? Was it because he was trapped by these spirits?

He sensed that Spirit of Earth wanted him to make peace with this monster. To dung with that! A prickle at his paws reminded him that he was under their control, however, and he lowered his head in respect. "My actions were nudyuartok and I should not have done so. Do not leave so soon, girl. We are more alike than you think. Maybe I'll even enlighten you about the story to your wings, hm?"

Atungitok- good for nothing
Kringmiluardjuk- pup (dog)
Nudyuartok- savage

((Hey girl, you should go HERE for the words I use. It'll help you out if you wanna use them too!))  

[NotYourEverydayPrincess]

Kachina growled uneasily. “I am not some illiyardjuk for you to suddenly care for. I can take care of myself. I am an innark, as well as a piosuriyok arnaluk. I don’t need your help,” she snarled. “How would a naglingnartok amarok like yourself know anything about my wings anyway?”The words from the strange language she didn’t remember learning rolled off her tongue easily. Strange as it was though, for now she ignored it, focusing more on this strange, proud wolf that stood in her way, who snapped at her one moment, seeming ready to fight her, and apologized a moment later, tempting her with information he couldn’t possibly know. Her mind spun in confusion. Sighing, she sat back down and glared at the wolf.
“What do you want from me?” she growled.
Illiyardjuk- orphan
Innark- adult
Piosuriyok- proud
Naglingnartok- pitiful  

[SpikeSpoke]

Taine snickered slightly but gave a shake of his head when she questioned his want. "Oh, 'tis not me that asked for you to stay. I am like you, arnaluk, because I can see things others cannot and I am blind! Your wings, if you must ask, come from a strange source of Man." He turned away from her and examined the trees around him, listening for their tales. They all bent under the gentleness of Brother Breeze and seemed to beckon for him to cotinue, to befriend and calm this she-wolf. Was there a purpose to that though?

Why ask this of me, Spirit of Earth? he mentally questioned. The lights flickered within his mind to form the white-lit she-wolf again. She seemed to be annoyed by something and, even worse, angry with him. He had caused her no physical harm. She was merely a troublesome beast. Oh, when would the Ancestors simply tell him his purpose to allow him to accomplish it?

"The story is a tale from when we were not even thought of," Taine stated. "A tale of wolves that would never be accepted into a pack again because of what Man had done to them. I will tell you more if you wish but hear this: I make peace with you only because the Spirit of Earth tells me to. That is my curse, ataciara."

A sudden howl echoed in the distance. It was added to by another then another. It's gathered sound was rejoicing in a fresh kill that had been made by a pack nearby. Taine's whisker-flecked lips rose up to bare themselves at the invisible foes before he turned in the opposite direction. "We must depart before the maguyuks find us. Whether you follow or not is your choice." With that, he left her behind. But secretly, a part of him wanted to have her follow just so he could understand the wolf of his race.

Arnaluk- female dog
Ataciara- dog that looks like bird
Maguyuks- howlers