The stench of rotting flesh, it lingered like a marked tree upon the ground, though not as pleasant. It seared against my snout convulsing my mouth; to twitch in random spasms of contempt.
The wall had been broken. The noise had ricochet across the northern forest louder than any thrashing of thunder; and the ground had shook asunder from the creature’s mighty roar.
Dragon…the voice whispered in my mind.
They had gone now. They had passed through the fallen wall; leaving only the taint of fresh blood and ash to commemorate their passing. If any had been lucky to survive, they too were long gone and those whom were left had picked up the Night Kings mantle to join his slow and methodical march South.
I wanted to linger. To explore the far corners of this newly accessed place. To leave my mark as a sigil for any Wolf who came thereafter. I wanted to seek the faint and lingering sweetness of blood hidden between the newly strewn boulders of ice. I wanted to sate my hunger and lick them clean.
“Cannot linger”….again, the voice.
It echoed through my thoughts like a Master and I lifted my head, curling my lips in a silent snarl of silent denial. Yet I knew I would obey for I had no control of the voice and yet I knew it was me.
Begrudgingly I turned, feeling the cold winter winds creep across my flank; lifting my coarse and shaggy fur. It is the ‘raven’ reminding me, that there is nothing left for me here. The world it had fallen to silence. It hid in the shadows hoping not to be noticed. Hoping to hide until the long winter had passed; and across the barren country, I ran alone…
A solitary Dire-Wolf with a single word…’Stark’… imprinted upon my mind.
I used to walk on two legs. Wear clothes and furs to keep warm against the harsh winds and icy snow north of the wall.
I used to have a name, and I used to warg.
Was it a dream? I do not know and the wolf, he doesn’t care.
I try to remember. I don’t want to forget. I stayed too long and I lost my way.
That is when he found me. The Stark who stank of death...
He saw deep within the Wolfs eyes and he knew the truth. He promised to help me, but now he’s gone; for the cold long Winter is a friend to no one and the dead eventually hunt us all!
(We have written and worked together as family unit in and out of Role-play for 8 years.)
Where one Wolf go's the Pack is sure to follow!
More often then not Wolfs communicate by mind link
( in our case speed dial or text)
In all account's we are very much a Wolf pack!
We will play together, socialise together and
*Fight for what we believe is right, Together! *
As a Pack!
* Our Pack, and their loved one's will always come first with us!
(There is no exceptions to this fact.)
* Just because you may RP a Twilight Character, do not expect us to automatically take your character on as part of our Family. Or as a Potential Partner in RP.
It won't happen!
We've worked hard creating our family unit, Each of us in the OPC give each other 100% trust and loyalty!
We give the same loyalty and trust to our friends and those, any of our wolf's might bond too!
* Bonding*
What is Bonding? You ask?
It is a very special friendship only a Wolf can offer!
It will never be as simple as approaching a Wolf and asking " Hey will you bond with me? and expecting them to accept!"
You can not force a bonding! its something special that happens naturally to a Wolf!
It doesn't work ! No matter how much you might want it too!
*Bonding is very special!*
It is the most special thing any of our Wolves can give to someone outside of the Pack!
Have you ever been truly inspired by another writer in and out of rp when you speak to them?
No! not a romance partner! ( get that idea right out your head now!)
Have you ever been drawn to look for their status, even though you might play different genres of Role-play?
Found yourself valuing what this person has to say, in or out role-play, so much so, that you would give up anything or everything in Role-play, just to stand by their side and look out for them.
You'd do anything just to make them smile.
Play any role, within role-play for them!
Be their muse or inspiration, when they need it.
Be the hand that reaches out.
The shadow standing behind them, giving them strength , and the armour to protect them when trouble comes their way.
!! Creepy? !!
It's a Wolf Pack thing!
Wolves develop close relationships and strong social bonds. They often demonstrate deep affection for their family and may even sacrifice themselves to protect the family unit.
It doesn't mean, we will not be your friends, or have your backs, because truth is, we will!
But our Bonds are special. A special friendship- All the Wolfs will always respect and accept and stand up for as Family.
They will always come first!
Role-play Partners ( Romantic)
*A different kettle of fish!*
Don't think because you may role-play a Rachel, an Renesmee or any other Twilight romantic lead we will automatically take you as a partner.
You will be disappointed if you do!
Each of the Pack believe completely that any romantic partnership is formed from a great friendship and understanding of each other, in and of out of rp .
That communication and honesty are the golden ingredients to making any romantic partnership work in writing.
If the communication and understanding in and out of rp is not there. The partnership will simply not happen.
So once again don't try to force it! it has to come natural, like friendship!
*It should be noted also*
The Quileute [~* Olympic Peninsula Coven~*] Pack
Is a Brother branch to the
[~* Olympic Peninsula Coven~*] Cullen Family .
Yes we write together as one Group.
upon the
[~* Olympic Peninsula Coven~*]
Group Page& Blogs/Boards
We are all family!
Though it does not necessarily mean the 'Cullen Family' will automatically accept or add anyone as friends ( just because the Pack might!)
Have you ever suffered from a broken heart? Not a rejection, that hurts your pride, but a feeling of lose so bad there is no reprise from the tearing of your heart to shreds. The ground opens up swallowing you whole! Suffocating you in your grief, there is no escape. Knowing the past is dead and all that is left are bittersweet memories.
A yearning, painful in its beauty for a friendship that never was. How do you fix a broken heart?...You can't. It can lie silent in its lingering slumber for years waiting. Waiting for the moments it can rise its head tearing apart once again any peace you think you may have found, Simple words spoke in random conversations, a fleeting glance; enough to ram the burning blade of remorse deep into your heart again, tearing it open so the grief overwhelms you once gain.
You can sit there, acting the part, wearing the masks others would wish you to wear, eventually you might even believe them. You can hide, lick the wounds that just wont heal or you can run! Trying to escape the torture of rejection that haunts you like your shadow.
It's not something you'd choose! Neither, someone you could pacifically chose. Simple words " I choose you' are insignificant they have no meaning or purpose. They are empty. It is like gravity, you are drawn like metal to a magnet. There is no promise of romance. There are no promises at all! But you find yourself looking for them each day. Smiling when you see them, until you realise one day, you have lost yourself within them. That there isnt a single thing you wouldnt do, or become for them. Thoughts, feelings go beyond any rational reasoning. A friendship so sacred it touches upon your heart forever.
The ground sped away under the massive clawed paws of the Silver wolf. Swiftly his lean shadow darted between the trees, over logs and under languidly hanging branches. It seamed he had been running for years now. Trying to escape demons of his past, memories that hurt with a pain he had no explanation for. His trust was all but gone he had left it behind so long ago he wasn't sure if he would ever find it or know it again.
All he knew for certain was the pull! It carried him forward, back across the forest he had once frolicked playfully with the Pack in. Back to the realms he had once sworn with his life to protect and the special people that dwelt within them.
Their many faces filtered through his thoughts, the friends he had once had and known. His family, the Pack. They had understood, even when he had ran so fast hide so deep they could not find him or call him forth. Like the Forest, they would see his return, welcome it.
Up ahead the sun filtered through the canopy of leaves. It's golden aura offering peace, the realisation he would never forget his grief. Could never out run it. But he would learn to live with it. It was not his grief that had drawn him back. It was something else. Beautiful in its simplicity, it was hope!
Slowing his gait, nimbly the silver wolf slunk, skirting the trees at the edge of the Forest. Casting his gaze out across the rolling green pastures and small village. The short childlike inhabitants that went about their business unaware.
His razor sharp claws digging into the dirt, skidding his long lean body to a halt as he found what had pulled him back. Slowly he edged forward stepping out of the shadows of the undergrowth to watch her. it didn't matter that she did not realise, that she did not know.
What mattered was when he looked upon her, finally he saw hope; and he felt peace!
It had been months, maybe over a year?. Yes, well over a year. It was hard to remember exactly when. Easier to feel the pain, he didn't have to remember that. It stayed with him like a wound that would never heal, infected with bitterness of betrayal.
He was unpredictable, what was the saying? Never hold out your hand to a wounded wolf - If it wasn't a saying it sure as hell should be! Hiding in the shadows, he watched. Dreading a reminder of what he lost. Why did it still hurt. Why was it so hard to trust again, to devote himself, like he had done before. Why when he thought of it, was there only one face he always saw.
He wasn't the first choice, he knew that he never was. It didn't matter, you can't help who you bond to. It's out of your control. It's not something you can plan and it can't be forced. It's unconditional, like a storm that can't be stopped. There is no obvious beginning and no end in sight; and when you think its finally over, One sight - sends the black clouds reeling and thunder ready to crash down and rip what little control you thought you had out from under you.
Is it love? yes but not in the way you might think it. It's not forged out of desire or lust. Its not forged for convenience, or for show. It's the hand that helps you up when you falter or fall. It's the voice that answer's, when you tell it, your darkest secrets. Its a bond of friendship forged over many years. They know your good points, they know your bad, it doesn't matter, they cease to exists, because you trust them. And with that trust, you give your loyalty. There is nohing they can do, that you wouldn't stand by their side through.
The silver wolf circled round on himself, the muscles under his long coarse fur twitching , as his forelegs dropped to the ground followed by his hind legs. Lowering his large head, he rested it upon his front paw's. A soft gluteal whimper, heaved up through his chest . He was tired. It haunted him. It didn't matter how far he ran, or deep in any forest he hid. He wished he could forget. He hated they could so easily make him the feel the pain, the anger , the betrayal and loss.
Instantly the silver wolf's muscles flexed ,razor sharp dewclaws cutting deep into the ground, as it sprang to stand upon his large padded paws. Anger burned inside him a lust to rip and shred apart anything that got close. His large head lowered, sitting in line with his front haunches. Ears pinned back tight against his scull as the fur between his hackles began to rise in a line along his back. snout twitched, lips quivered, curling back, to show gleaming white incisors coated in saliva as a deep gluteal snarl signaled his impending spring. Muscles twitched growing taught, upon his flanks, like his tail held rigid in a straight line behind him. Slowly his head dropped below his front haunches, tilting to let his jaws spread wide, snapping at the air in a bid to rip the anger and hurt apart.
He wanted to spring, to launch himself through the air, tear through their flesh and deep into their soul. It would be so easy to hate, he wished he could. But it was the wound that still festered, that bond of love and loyalty, betrayal. The sight of them appearing before him, like a shotgun firing at close range! Were they doing it on purpose?
Digging deep the silver wolf's dewclaws cut into the ground, swift and slight the lean of his poise, muscles flexed under the coarse fur springing him forward as his his long lean body turned, darting for the cover of the Forrest, fallen leafs and dirt untouched by his passing, as he disappeared, like a Ghost between the trees. Trying to outrun the demons, of his past that haunted him.
