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<i><span style="font-family:Quintessential">In ancient times, the Lykaia festival was held as a Rite of Passage. Rumors circulated of cannibalism and the transformation of wolves as the boys turned into men, thus, into their wolves. <br/>
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It was the focal point of King Lycaon and his son's banquet for the Gods, where his youngest son, Nyctimus, was sacrificed at the table for Zeus in an act of treason. Devoured, the crime bestowed them with a wonderful yet terrible gift of the beasts.<br/>
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In his torment of being eaten alive by his brothers and father, Nyctimus cried out to the Gods for vengeance. Intervening in the betrayal, Gaia restored Nyctimus whole. He killed his father, Lycaon for his betrayal and took the title of King as well as the crown to rule over Arcadia. <br/>
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Since, the families of Lycaon's sired nefarious sons rivaled and feuded with each other for millennia to be the ruling heir of the Lycaon bloodlines. Killing many of the families off, the remainder of the bloodlines and their descendants still carry the ancient grudge of treason. <br/>
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But none more than the <span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Nyctimus</span></span> family...</span><br/>
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<br/>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Everything about Angela Loukas screamed <i>The Girl Who Ran With Wolves. </i>Born to a human mother and an inflicted father, her female genes never carried the genetic trait. Being raised with the knowledge of a life outside of humankind, well-aware of the creatures that stalked in the shadows and lurked among the city of Megalopolis, she found humanity unfit for her lifestyle. Unable to fit in among her own kind, she found kin in the local pack. <br/>
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Fresh on the blending lines of a teenager and womanhood, her eighteenth birthday had been served with the invitation of the upcoming Lykaia festival. Before, her mother had refused to allow her attend, even with the leader's watchful gaze on her. Now, he'd convinced her mother that it was time for her own Rite of Passage into adulthood. Able to attend the banquet without participating in the evening's event. She couldn't quite argue with that, considering her Honorary Wolf title lacked the tools of sharpened teeth and claws, even if she would argue she made up for it in spunk. <br/>
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The Banquet Gardens were surrounded by what felt like a wall of towering trees and the ground set in with ancient stones that energized the entire area.  Tables lined the edges of the squared area, creating a perimeter. At the forefront of the Banquet, was the Host's table. It sat directly behind the sacrificial alter that was left untouched, stonewashed white and empty. Lining the area along with the trees were torches and sconces that illuminated the area in a soft ambiance that returned the archaic aura of the festival. Scattered and inhabiting these grounds were mostly wolves; they sat at or on the tables and stood in groups. The different families intermingled with one another, ignoring the tension between them for one evening for the sake of the festival and excitement of the event that came at moon rise. <br/>
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Angie herself had dressed for the evening in something comfortable but presentable in a long sleeved purple shirt that draped across her collar bones in a slope, black tight jeans tucked into ankle boots belted with rhinestone embellishments. Her hair cascaded in soft waves that framed her face and hung like chocolate brown tendrils over her shoulders. She even sported a smile tonight as she sat on the edge of a table among a flock of wolves around her. She mingled carelessly among the other wolves that didn't belong in her pack, under the more careful watch of the Beta of the Pack, <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2Ff8%2Fce%2F34%2Ff8ce34653c6032bdd5317dd863e0dadc.jpg&amp;hash=cb5c5a3e01b6e492af2bf93aeff42b41" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f8/ce/34/f8ce34653c6032bdd5317dd863e0dadc.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Roman Argyros</a>. <br/>
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She was far too used to wolves coming in and out of the area to really notice the woman catching wind of her. Not that she had any devices or special senses to tell a wolf from a human other than mannerisms she learned from mere observation. Smiling, laughing, even shooting her palm out to shove one of the wolves around her playfully, she was utterly oblivious to her upcoming kidnapper. Friendly at first, and just pleased to be a part of it, Angie's murky green eyes lifted to the dark haired woman as she approached and took her hand. Her smile was almost cherubic in their plumpness, the way the apples of her cheeks became more prominent with the gesture. "Hey, I'm Angie. You must be... new..." The girl trailed off with the slow furrow of her brow before she snorted, hiking one of those dipped brows high. "I'm pretty sure I have an idea... Do <i>you </i>know what they're capable of?" She leaned in, the second brow matching the first in her tone of a mocking question. "Let go of my hand, lady. I'm not goin' anywhere with yo--<i>uuu!</i>" She yelped, at first being dragged away before she was swept off her feet. "Hey! Let me down, bitch!" She spat. <br/>
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The wolves surrounding her watched on just as confused as Angie was, thinking this woman was an acquaintance of the girl and this was some strange game being played between the two. Maybe it was the careless way the younger woman spat the insult, or the way the woman seemed so bold to try to take the girl away from the others. Even as Angie started slapping at the woman's shoulders before she was draped over her shoulder, folded like a sack of potatoes being carried away and seemingly just as easy. "Let. Me. Go!" Angie barked, using flattened palms to slap at her back at first before they balled into fists when that didn't work. "I don't care how much candy you got in your van! I'm not going with you! ... Wait, do you have Snickers?" Less yelling, the question seemed genuine for a moment before she made a strained humanoid growl and started pounding at the woman's back again. Her hair was a spill of chocolate over her face as she tried to lift her head to stare wide eyed at the wolves that were getting farther away. "Are you fucks just going to sit there pissing on a hydrant and let me get kidnapped?! What's <i>wrong </i>with you? Roman!" She yipped, pointing at him. "I'd expect this from them, but not from you! I'm telling your Alpha!" She spat her threat, as if she was his sister claiming to tell Dad. <br/>
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It seemed to be everything the others needed to figure out that this wasn't a drill or Angie playing around with a foreign wolf. Cyprian was not a threat to use so blase or carelessly, and Roman knew she knew better. Lunging up with the remainder of the group she'd been conversing with, the yelling of the girl and the wolves on the move seemed to put others on edge until the two women were surrounded. "About fucking <i>time</i>," Angie hissed, seeing the others coming to her delayed rescue. "Bitch don't know <i>who </i>she fuckin' with!" She grumbled from behind, just to still completely hearing this woman bash her kin. Her jaw grew taut as she gave a rough thump of her fist to her back. "They are <i>not. </i>Talk about them like that again, I fuckin' dare you!" She spat, trying to kick her legs but they were rendered useless under her steel grip. <i>Ah, shit. She's a wolf... gotta be. </i>It only made it worse in Angie's eyes, to be a part of them and speak so poorly. "Fuckin' hypocrite," she grumbled. While she couldn't match any of them in strength or speed, her loyalty to her pack was endless. Her loyalty belonged to them, and she seethed as she was lowered to the ground. <br/>
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The crowd shifted around the two women as Angie swiped her hair out of her face and glared up at Natalie when she put herself between herself and her wolves. "Who are you trying to protect me from? <i>Them?</i>" She hissed, disbelief apparent on her face and she was clueless as to what the woman thought she was there for. "What are you doing?..." She muttered, blinking rapidly as she looked at the dark haired woman and the crowd of wolves around them. "Ah shit..." She sighed, feeling like she was locked in a cage with starving lions, and most of them she trusted but she was still the doe caught in the crossfires. <br/>
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The woman's bold statement had her head snapping up, eyes widening as she looked around for one familiar face she hoped had made their way over but she didn't see him. Instead, a rather scruffier face broke the chain to the woman's question, lips curling in a savage snarl. "I'd rethink the question of coward and pathetic if I were you." Decently tall at 6'1, his dirty blonde hair was slicked back against his head and his jawline was covered in a thick but trimmed beard. Ink snaked over the visible flesh of his torso and dipped into the waistband of low slung jeans. While others might have dressed accordingly for the occasion, this man seemed to carry an air of doing what he wanted to, when he wanted to - within his limits. Pale skin beneath the ink and a Western accent hinted he wasn't born in these parts, but he was confident in his place among them. An aura of authority thrummed through the vibration of savagery in tense muscle and his eyes glistened in a brightness of green and gold hues; he looked excited, if not anticipating, for a fight. <br/>
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"Get 'er, Ro!" Called Angie from behind the woman, just to look up at her with a shrug. "You manhandled me..." She said, as if that was explanation to the sudden turn on the one who'd been trying to save her from being the sheep among wolves. <br/>
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"Angela. Get out of the way," Roman growled lowly, but the threat in the tone wasn't directed towards her, but the dark haired woman he was staring intensely at. "Don't gotta tell me twice," Angie lifted her hands, stepping back from the woman with a shrug like he was the boss. In the moment, he was until the Big Bossman came around. She knew the rules, and she wasn't going to get in trouble with Ro, never mind his Superior. <i>They'll never let me come to another one again... </i>Slinking back to join the other wolves who widened the circumference of the watcher's circle, Ro started to circle the woman like a predator stalking prey. With rigid muscle, the tension of a rubber band waiting to lash out and snap under the pressure. His fingers flexed at his sides as his chest rumbled like distant thunder, a tempting growl. His eyes never left her as he made his slow circle, looking for any opening he could pinpoint to lunge. When it proved to be more difficult than he was anticipating, he simply took the reckless approach and charged at her like a bull instead of a wolf, releasing a snarl between pearly teeth bared. Uninterested in a cat fight of snapping jaws and lashing claws, he ducked low with intent to drive his shoulder into her rib cage and take her to the ground.</span></span>