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The Wailing One
IP: 71.75.66.5
Posted on October 24, 2013 at 02:21:21 AM by Ayita

Name: Banshee
Age: 4
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Pale Blue
Appearance: Banshee stands 36 inches in height. She is a lean slender female about 96lbs in weight seemingly built for speed and agility. The muscles lying under her fur are well developed and strong but are hidden under a dense silky white coat with gray undertones giving her a sliver like hue in the light. She has one black spot on her chest in the shape of a slight star.
Personality: Quiet and untrusting at first. Never gives in with a stranger looking to harm or disrespect her or family. Bubbly and bright with a calculating mind once you get to know her.
History: Read Sample Post
Imprintability: Yes
OOC: Ayita

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Sample-
The slender female was no outright match for her alpha. He was much too powerful he easily out weighted her and was in every aspect a skilled fighter. Banshee? No, her slander short frame was built for speed and agility pale blue eyes calculated for the weaknesses in her alphas armor. The massive black male’s vibrant green eyes bore into the females white coat. “You may be my Luna love but you can’t defeat me.” A loud thunderous chuckle vibrated from his frame. The female seemed over aware of that but she knew his weakness but would let him when this round. Her playful times with her mate and pack would soon reach an end. Word has spread rumors of attack strained the bonds of the pack mates and members. Tensions rose to our greatest efforts we could not patch the rift being formed in the pack.

The Gray One… Nameless to those not in his pack nameless but not to me, brutal and cruel he was a dictator over his pack spirits broken, well that of those who refused or disobeyed him. The day grew dim soon the moon took its place of governing the bright sky the cold ember eyes of Morte burned bright illuminated by the moonlight they burned deep into her soul. The Gray One has come for his revenge. Her mate was not there. She was alone.

“Morte.” She said in surprise quickly matching his gaze. He towered over her much like her own Mate but Morte to had claimed her as his own. A growl rumbled from his chest hackles raised as he made an approach. Unconsciously Banshee bowed beneath his glare whimpering, “Alpha please…” She cried submissively lowering her tail as she had when she was an adolescent he too was an adolescent in those days but his cruelty lay deep in his hart showing even in childish games. He had killed their alpha not long after turning of age. His cruel tone echoed in her mind bringing her back. “A weak Luna not meant for the role.” He laughed mock lunging at Banshee trying to induce more fear in to her heart. Finding courage she snarled harshly “I am no weak Luna I am not the same girl you knew.” Banshee warned she did not want a fight but he would not dominate her.

“Morte” his name echoed into his mind she was surprised. She was still so much shorter than he. Just as in their youth she began to bow in submission a pleading tone feel on his ears. She was no Luna. As she commented on the fact she was not the same he could have burst into laughter but kept himself collected though amusement seemed to glisten on his fangs at her threat… Morte blinked as a small Banshee clung to his shoulder a howl of pain erupted from his chest as he swung his head to the side snatching her by the scruff of the neck. Blood began to trickle from his shoulder as well as her neck. “You shouldn’t have done that.” Was all he spoke before a war erupted between the two.

A soft whimper escaped her as he pulled her off. She didn’t know why she would be foolish enough to attack him but she had now started a fight she had to finish or it could mean her life. She had the speed and agility to doge most attacks but could not make a strong strait forward attack. Morte on the other hand outweighed and overpowered her. He could not do as much when dodging but he could easily force submission on little Banshee as he had done in his youth. She was unfocused and Morte took quick notice, “What are you wondering why your mate hasn’t come to your aid.” The weakness shown dimly in her eyes but enough for Morte to notice, he chuckled loudly exclaiming his death to all around. The whine seemed to burst from her throat turning into a mournful howl mid-fight and Morte took her anguish to full advantage clamping down on her should dragging her to the ground he gave her on last warning before taunting her once more, “Poor Little Luna” He laughed. “Get up.” He said forcing her emotionally shattered heart and body to her feet driving her back to his home.


Banshee had been broken her mate gone. Never having a family with him made it easier not having pups to suffer but she had never felt so alone. Even Morte’s constant advances did little to stir her hear coming to complete age she would be his in a week’s time… She refused to let her fate be forced she had to leave. Would He fallow and drag her home? She didn’t know but her heart urged her on, making her limbs move as if unconsciously until she was miles away.

She felt exhausted, her mouth was dry her breathing and heart seemed uncontrollable like the mighty sea. She collapsed on weak limbs just after looking around to this new land. She was alone and anxious. The agonizing howl of a lone wolf rang out through the midnight air. Would she fine good a home? Her mind had doubts and told her to go back and beg forgiveness but her heart urged her to find it’s other half. She wasn’t sure how her story would end but she knew she was in charge of how it was written.


Rules Read: Yes
Word Minimum: 200
How Did You Find Us?: Hoofbeats
Email: princessstormykayla@yahoo.com
Birthday: July/6/96

*Name Can be changed However I did not find it.*

Replies:
  • x - By Sol October 30, 2013 at 10:50:02 AM
    Accepted >> - By Sol October 24, 2013 at 05:11:03 AM
    The marking - By Ayita October 24, 2013 at 11:03:42 AM
    ^^ - By Sol October 24, 2013 at 12:44:01 PM
    Thank you, - By Ayita October 24, 2013 at 01:59:00 PM

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