WereCreatures

[Wolfias]

A WereCreature world much like our own, an alternate Earth if you will. Myths and Legends are real make no mistake about it. We live amongst the Human population, work amongst them and even play amongst them.

All beings are considered equal in the eyes of the great Architect, the one that has no from or sex, the eternal being that has no name. Your place has awaited you before your birth, do come and take it and choose what you shall be. This choice is yours to make and yours alone, for none can make it for you.

Your imagination is your only limiting factor within, you just have to open the window of the mind. Taken from the words of the scribe Wolfias Pureheart, your guide upon this journey we travel together.

Rule 1. Don't Kill. Rule 2. No Violence. Rule 3. No Force. Rule. 4. All Acts To Be Between Consenting Adults. Rule 5. Don't Criticize Others Posts Advise Nicely. Rule 6. Have Fun. Rule 7. If Your Characters Have Sex It Must Be In A Separate Thread. Rule 8. If A Rule Is Broken You Will Be Asked To Rectify It.

NAME Wolfias Pureheart AKA Scribe.

SEX Male

SPECIES Lupine

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Stooped 5'10, White fur, opaque blind eyes, Shamans loincloth is decorated in a similar style of the Shawnee that reaches the knees, many necklaces, rings, amulets, braclets, Black leather bands with a Raven feather around his biceps, Medicine bag hangs over one shoulder, Sacred white Buffalo fur cape, Cedar staff with leather strings with gemstone beads, eagle feathers and a dream catcher attached to it.

PERSONALITY Wise, Honorable, Loyal, Faithful, Balanced, Peaceful, Gentle, Loving, Kind, Loves good Food, Drink, Song, and Humor, only temperamental when his visions and guidance is not followed,

HISTORY Born with the mark of the Shaman and Scribe, he alone can understand the book of the great Architect, as he is Guardian, Guide, Teacher of all.

WHERE DO YOU SEE YOUR ROLE PROGRESSING TOO? Hopefully guide everyone well, get helpful OOC input from participants, above all have fun.

Please Read All The Above, Follow The Rules, Fill Out The Bio Form. Thank You...Wolfias.

 

[Creotia]

NAME: Arcot

SEX: Female

SPECIES: Were-Tiger

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Human form: Slender, modest bust, short pixie cut hair.
Tiger form: Curvy, shoulder length orange hair with black streaks.

PERSONALITY: Strong and fiercely independent Arcot is the kind of woman who knows what she wants and hunts it to the exclusion of all else. She often enjoys the hunt more than the having though and quickly bores of things once she's gotten everything she wants out of them.

WHERE DO YOUR ROLE PROGRESSING TOO? Dunno just yet, I'll have a better idea once we get started.

 

[Wolfias]

Here is the link for the OOC thread.

http://forum.literotica.com /showthread.php?t=959290

Please post your profile as I've posted my own.

 

[dutchrain]

I like the idea of Were Creatures ...

 

[ShadowVortex]

NAME: ShadowVortex

SEX Female

SPECIES: Fox

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: half human half Fox, with midnight black hair down to her waist, small body, slight frame, almost look skinny, but wears combat boots, a white vest, and cargo pants, with many studs along the sides, her hair is tied back with various braids, creating a kind of amazon look, but purely because she hasn't brushed it since landing on the ground those many years ago. with striking ice blue eyes that seem to pierce you to your soul.

PERSONALITY: bubbly, Feisty, protective, easy going.

WHERE DO YOU SEE YOUR ROLE PROGRESSING TOO? not sure depends on where it takes me... go with the flow and all

HISTORY: ShadowVortex was born in the centre of a meteor that crashed into the ground.once the meteor landed it split in half and a blinding light caused all those that survived to go temporarily blind, giving her the chance to awaken and flee before capture. taking the form of a fox that was near the meteor and the forest ahead, with subtle changes with Midnight blue black fur. and Ice blue eyes. she ran into the trees just beyond. Cursed with the ability to see peoples deaths. but blessed with the option to save them, at a cost.

 

[ShadowVortex]

History: from being born on accident in the centre or a meteor that fell from the sky thru a Vortex, that plummeted to earth and killing all and any in a 100yard radius, and those that survived were blinded by a light emitting from within the meteor, thus ShadowVortex was Born. Taking the form of a fox that was lying dead close by, except for the midnight black fur, she ran for the nearest woods and waited for an opportunity to reveal herself.

 

[Wolfias]

The Scribe Awaits.

As the red blazing orb of Ishar'elnari rises in the West the outline of Wolfias the Scribe becomes visible, the sunlight rippled behind him lighting his snow white fur as if it were on fire. He sat cross legged on a blanket woven with the hair of a great white buffalo, with symbols only understood by him and him alone. Stripped to the waist only in the most modest of loincloths, for this vigil he was to keep at the winter Solstice. He always has kept this duty even when the cold would have killed anyone without Zen like focus as he.

The snow on the ground reflecting the red glow of the dawns low angle of light this time of year, his cedar staff in a right paw like hand cast a weird shadow with it's many ceremonial tokens, totems and such. In his left paw like hand was a ceremonial rabbit skull rattle, it's fur and ears intact it's eye sockets set with pink Sapphires. This he shook with a five beat rhythm as he chanted in a dead tongue, opaque blind eyes stared unseeing yet seeing a realm none other than he could behold without going insane. In communion with all that he sees, hears, smells, feel and happens to experience at one time.

A wind came up blowing wisps of snow from the ground around his hunched frame as it flutters the small campfire, it ruffles his fur but he doesn't notice the chill whatsoever nor would he have noticed heat. The five white granite pillars streaked with veins of silver cast there long shadows like long dark fingers around him, each one was set in the ground in alignment with the five lay lines that intersected to form a place of power. This was now the day of questions for those who were wise enough to come with them, they would be given a quest and guidance. Those who were foolish enough to not come with questions, would have only delayed their quest and guidance earning themselves a sharp rebuke.