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Name: Okomi </span></span></span></b>​</div><span style="font-family:Assistant"><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#663300"><div style="text-align: center"><b><b>Meaning: Coyote</b><br/>
Origin: Arapaho Tribe</b>​</div></span></span></span><br/><b>C</b>oyotes. Not much comes to mind about these scavenging creatures. People have ignored them, have shot them down in fear of them living in more populated areas. However, most often dismissed the legends of coyotes; they were once inspirations to certain tribes. According to the<b>Arapaho</b>tribe, they were firm believers of the supernatural and of Animism, that the universe, animals, plants and rocks all had a soul. These people were taught how to do extraordinary deeds and were war heroes, fighting for their beliefs and causes. Even though the old traditions have died, they have not been forgotten. For one particular individual, the Arapaho's blood runs through his veins. He is full of of spirit and has great determination. He knows that regardless of age, his soul has been reincarnated and put back onto the Earth again, in which he serves a greater purpose. Sadly though, he finds himself alone, abandoned, distraught and is in search of a pack that will accept him for his visions, for his own code on how a pack should be run efficiently, competently, and with collaborative teamwork.<br/><br/><b>Okomi</b>was the name that was given to him by his former pack, a hierarchy of corrupt men--with the occasional female or two--whose agenda was to undermine and to seize control over other wolf packs. Their motto: take from the strong and make them stronger! Any signs of weakness and others might as well die--a "survival of the fittest" mentality that did not sit well with the young idealist. He had proposed among the pack and deliberated for hours on how the they should consider on bringing on more members. This cause would result in having a more bonded, connected unified team and family; however, his ideas were shot down by his obstinate rival, Okagi.<br/><br/><b>I</b>t was this man who had cried wolf and convinced the others that Okomi had betrayed the pack, that he was not in his right mind, and that he refused to accept the changes that had taken place. Okomi remembered those russet eyes fixating on that disgraceful brute. Okagi was a liar, a manipulator and most of all, unkind. If a great leader is to succeed, he has to win the favor and trust of his people. Okomi often mused in his mind Okagi lying in a huge pile of shit. The were was naturally gifted on picking up people's intentions, dispositions, and their bullshit. After a contrived and rigged vote, Okomi was exiled out of the group and was promptly threatened that death was the only option for him if he ever set foot back into their territory.<br/><br/><b>M</b>any months had passed and he has not returned since. The dark-haired male had become accustomed to living a solitary life, but somewhere buried in his heart, he longed to return and belong to a pack in which he could put his faith and trust. He made sure to cover some distance as to not let the others detect his presence. Patrol duty was taken seriously and Okomi did not need a burdening headache to remind him of his past. Currently, he had stumbled upon a fresh scent. Early evening had set, and by the feel of it, Okomi ascertained that the quarry was newly turned. He could smell fear and panic. His natural inclination was to take out the weak being due to his old habits and brainwashing of the former pack, but curiosity prompted him to delve further. There must have been a reason why of how this predicament happened.<br/><br/><b>H</b>is sense of protection kicked in; it only took but a few minutes for him to transform form human to a full-grown wolf. It was painstakingly uncomfortable, but he was used to this procedure. Eight years and counting. The twenty-one-year-old sprinted off in the wooded area of Wyoming as he hunted down the one who was in need of help. He didn't even have to guess. As he got closer, heavy, sturdy, black paws tracked carefully upon the wet snow. His nose picked up a metallic, ironed trail of scarlet droplets, leading him toward the exhausted figure. Just as he suspected--up ahead, he spotted another were: female, disoriented and confused. Obviously with any first time transformation, it was common for the lupine creature to freak out. However, as he gained ground, he kept his distance and studied this troubled vagrant.<br/><br/><b>S</b>he donned a lighter furry coat than his own midnight one. Her silhouette seemed pretty healthy, but undergoing this process would mean that she'd have to train more often to endure more evolved forms and progressions. He wondered, who or what was she running from? Obviously, he wanted to help, but at the same time, he didn't want to blow his cover. He'd keep up with her tempo, but just enough to where he wasn't totally within her field of vision. By his method of tracking, he'd calculate the opportune time to approach her and communicate directly. For now, this exciting task was more or less a warm-up exercise for him. Also helped that he preferred the cold to the heat. He had decided on the perfect proverb to use when both weres would have a chance to calm their constitutions from all the running.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#663300">Finally good to see another face, and another were. I hope you'll survive this ordeal. Just make it out tonight. I believe in you. </span></i><br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="101" data-username="@Lady Scarlet" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/101/">@Lady Scarlet</a>