Extreme for: excessive gore, drugs, bondage, non-con, and other extreme stuff...<br/><br/>The year is 2012. Two werewolves come across each other. One, a male, territorial and overly dominate. The other, a female traveler, comes across the male on his territory. They fight, they argue, and then they fuck. It's passionate, crazy, and most importantly rough. They are animals, and now after causing so much destruction in the town he dominated over, they decide to leave. And they now, the night they leave is the night of the full moon. Tonight they would bathe in the blood of innocent and perhaps they could find another werewolf to create a pack with.<br/><br/>Dax and Fey, moving North to greener pastures.<br/><br/>IC:<br/>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=137098.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=137098.0)<br/><br/>This is the thread to chat, mostly about ideas for twists and turns we can encounter.<br/><br/><br/><strong>makizushi</strong>Dax Rebaut - Alpha Male:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name: Dax Rebaut</strong><br/><span class="bbc_u">Gender:</span> Male<br/><span class="bbc_u">Appearance:</span> Brown hair, green eyes. He stands tall at 6'4". He tries to keep clean shaven and he keeps his hair short. In his werewolf form, his thick fir is a mixture of black and silver. Stretching out, he stands just over seven feet tall. <br/><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span> Overly dominate. After years of staying in one spot, he began very territorial. Now he is looking for greener pastures. He wants to take over a new plot of land. He is aggressive, but also enjoys relaxing. He's always vigilant, suspicious even since he feels the strong need to defend his territory. <br/><span class="bbc_u">Short Bio:</span> April 12, 1645 is Dax Rebaut's birthday. Born in Paris, France, Dax grew up in school mostly. His parents were well off, but they tended to business while he got into trouble after school was over. After entering the family business, he lived a very successful life until he was twenty-seven. Then he was turned. Dax spent five years as a werewolf, stuck in the city. He hid in the shadows and in his huge house. By time he was thirty-two, he realized he was invincible and he wanted to run wild. He moved to the colonies and he was thankful for it. Time passed by. This year marked his three hundred and sixty-seventh birthday. <br/><br/>Now he's looking for new territory after living in a small rural town. Just recently he met his mate and intended on taking her with him North. They travel aimlessly, looking for a city or somewhere to feed. Already he's seen the benefit of having two or more werewolves, since he'd ran with packs more than once before. But after the years, things died down and changed. They split ways but now Dax was ready to find more werewolves, or anything else that might give him a challenge. <br/></div></div><br/><br/><strong>Wargtass</strong>Hekhem ibn Djaf:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Hekhem ibn Djaf<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 608 ("Live by your cunning and not the sword, you'll barely notice the centuries float by...")<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><br/><strong>Apperance:</strong> Hekhem is a tall and slender man, built for perseverence rather than raw power. His face is drawn out with sharp angular features and dark tanned skin, showing of his ancient heritage. To call it wolf form is too generous, for Hekhem more closely resembles a jackal. His thin slender form is lacking in mass from the other in the pack, but he makes it up with unmatched dexterity.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Hekhem can be described as either very cunning or extremely untrustworthy depending on who you ask. He has always had a knack for intrigues and using them to further his own goals. He prefers a stab in the back to an up front brawl and while he's not particularly likeable he makes up for it in usefulness. Many times his backhanded ways have made sure the pack remains secret, even if it means eliminating witnesses. His strange religious beliefs can be seen as strange and alternatively disturbing by the rest of his packmates, but as he says, he is part man, part gift from the Gods. When in his wolf form he has a hard time standing still, the cold biting at his bones unless he keeps warm through motion.<br/><br/><strong>"Short" Bio:</strong> Hekhem was born into a delusional cult in Mamluk Egypt in 1404. The cult believed themselves to be descended from the ancient Pharaohs and planned to usurp the homelands from the children of Mohammed. Hekhem wasn't impressed, neither as a child or when he grew up to a man. He was hailed as the image of the ancient Pharaohs, the cult believed that he was destined to lead them to the splendor of ancient times. Instead Hekhem lead the caliph's soldiers to the coven where they slaughtered every single one of the fools. In gratitude he was given an estate in the Nile valley and the right to own servants of the soil around it. Hekhem the pharaoh became Hekhem the noble and settled down to live a normal life.<br/><br/>When the change wracked him he was thrown into a state of regret and shame. Seeing his new reflection in the Nile he thought that grim Anubis, messenger of the Gods, had cursed him for his affront. He swore to live his life in gratitude to the old ways if he could only be human again and as morning came and the sun rised he returned to normal. Falling to his knees and kissing the sacred soil from which the old kingdoms had rised he thanked the Gods. He realized that as a citizen of the sultanate he would be skewered for heresy should he praise the Gods as such. He torched his estate and fled into the desert on his most prised steed. Now that he was dead in the eyes of the sultanate, he was free to do what he wanted.<br/><br/>As Hekhem learned to change to his own will he realized that his curse had been turned into a gift. He was stronger and swifter as a jackal and his mind sharp as a knife as a human. He travelled out into the deserts of Hejaz and usurped a bedouine camp with his wits. He instructed the camp in the ways of worship, creating a new coven of the old way. But where his predecessors sought to overthrow the mamluk's rule, he sought only to worship in peace and secrecy. His camp grew with other tribes who gathered to him and his warriors became renowned mercenaries under the differing seats of power in the region. All the while he took on the position of vizier rather than ruler, working as a shadowy figure to regular mortal figureheads in his tribe.<br/><br/>The rise of the Ottomans first seemed no different than any of the other falling and rising empires of the Middle East. It mattered little to Hekhem, for his aging heart only saw as far as his own tribe, which to him seemed to be everlasting. But while the previous rulers of the Hejaz had been at least accepting of the tribe's religious difference, the turks made it their mission to unite all people under the Islamic faith. Suddenly Hekhem and his Djaf-tribe was hunted over the sands of Arabia, his followers slain when they refused conversion. Hekhem's wrath was such that he barely spent any time as human anymore. Where the old Islamic faith had been accepting of foreign religions, if a bit suspicious, the turks was hunting them for sport and religious fervour. The Djaf fled into the mountains of the Hejaz, starting a guerilla war that would span centuries.<br/><br/>During World War I the British Empire started to treaty with the tribes of the Hejaz to drive the Ottomans out of Arabia. Hekhem and his Djaf were one of the many tribes who answered the call of Sharif Hussein ibn Ali and Lawrence "of Arabia" to join the Arab Revolt. The Djaf's centuries long experience helped the effort greatly, the tribesmen shaped into a fearless assault force by the old faith. "Death is yours to conquer, for one reaps in the afterlife what one sows in life" Hekhem repeated often to his people. But as the war was won the British turned their favour to the al Saud and partitioned the Middle East's most profitable ground between themselves, the French and Saudi Arabia. When the Kingdom of Hejaz under ibn Ali was usurped by the al Saud in 1925 the British ignored their call for help, even though their treaty guaranteed the independence of the Hejaz. The Djaf were hunted down and destroyed, Hekhem being left alone once again.<br/><br/>Returning to Egypt he started to advocate for the liberation of the Hejaz state to the British. Now his consern lied with the Hejaz as a whole instead of the extinct Djaf tribe. As World War II began he decided to once again aid the British to earn favours, guiding the SAS raids in North Africa and later the American OSS in Morocco. When the war concluded in Africa he returned to advocate for independence for the Arabs and all of North Africa. Once the war was over he realized that the European hold on their colonies in the region would not loosen. The British backed off but the French Mandates remained. Hekhem took matters in his own hands and started rasing rebellions across West Africa, using his long experience to train the rebels. The resulting Algerian War raged for almost a decade before the Algerians gained their freedom and the collapse of the French Fourth Republic further helped to free French colonies around the world.<br/><br/>Hekhem finally decided to retire from his eventful life. He once again took on a new life, moving back to Egypt and becoming a radio salesman. As the century started to come to an end and the tensions between the Middle East and West rised, freedoms were exchanged for authoritarian rule and religious intolerance once more started to brew, Hekhem lost hope of ever seeing a free Arab world. He left for the United States, seeking the freedom that it held as a torch to the rest of the world. He found only more of the same and after 9/11 he saw it lessened, his intentions questioned merely for his supposed heritage. But by the time that the Iraq War was concluding he found something he'd never thought he would see. Another man blessed with the gift of the Gods. Dax Rebaut, although French by heritage, had lived through the tumultous centuries of the United States' birth. He was a strong man with an honest mind which fascinated Hekhem. To travel with a pack and once again be part of a tribe made him live up again. Even though in his mind he don't agree with everything the "alphas" do and decide, he has had centuries of experience with influencing from the back row of the hierarchy.</div></div><br/><strong>wolventears</strong>Roaen Aizermen:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Name: Roaen Aizermen<br/><br/>Age: 39 but looks 23<br/><br/>Gender: Female<br/><br/>Apperance: In human form she stands at about 4'11". She has a very exotic look about her with ass length hair, that men tend to crave along with her small stature. She is lean and trim, not really having generous curves, but she still sports a large B cup and her ass is a good handful. In Lycan form, she barely tops 5 feet, still really small for a werewolf. Her body is lean and muscled. In this form she does have breasts, but they are smaller and perky. Her fur is as black as her hair. In wolf form she is a completely black wolf, still small, many times called a runt. But those who said such a thing have been made to greatly regret it.  <br/><br/>Personality: A complete spitfire, due to her size, she tends to come off and act bigger than she really is. She is sarcastic but blunt and never thinks twice about speaking her mind. Don't let her size fool you, mess with this female and you sure as hell will see claws and teeth. And nothing turns her on more than tearing into soft flesh and feeling that hot blood spray all over her. <br/><br/>Short Bio: As a gyspy, Roaen and her family spent their lives moving from place to place, selling this and that or making handmade crafts to sell. Life had been hard and most of the time, she and her family had been kicked out of any place they thought to squat on. Being small had also been an issue for her, her size making it easy for men to make grabs for her, but fortunately for her, her older brother had been around. That is until that fateful night where everything was taken away from her and she was thrust into a new life of violence and death. <br/><br/>The small town they had happened upon wanted nothing to do with them or the goods they were selling. As it was nightfall, and a heavy storm was falling, they needed to make camp for the night. The inns and hotels of the town shut their doors in their faces, so they were forced to set up camp in the woods that bordered the town. What happened that night was unexpected. As they slept, a creature of myth and lore stole into their camp in search of warm meat and hot blood. It tore through them like paper, its growls and snarls filling her ears as it tore apart and feasted upon her mother, father, and brother. It had begun to tear into her, it's teeth ripping into a thigh, but something changed it's mind and she was left there to die in that blood soaked dirt. She had managed to make her way back to the town, but no one wanted to help her, so back to the woods she went. Only days later she was fully healed, barely even a scar visible on her olive skin. Rage and anger built up inside of her, boiling red hot as she managed to survive in those woods.<br/><br/>On the night of the next full moon, the town was in for a surprise when the bite changed her, turning her into something they had only ever seen in nightmares. Once the first bit of blood landed on her tongue, she went into a frenzy, ripping into anyone, man, woman, and child, who dared to come outside. <br/><br/>After that, she grew a taste for violence, and a confidence in herself that she hadn't had when she had been a mere human. Anyone who tried to push her around because of her size was easily taken care of, fresh blood shed, as her new self began to take over, humanity slowly whithering away inside her.  But it was always so lonely, and now she craves someone who can share in the delights she tends to find herself searching for.</div></div><br/><strong>lunawuff</strong>Silva - Omega Female:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Name: Silva<br/>Age: looks about 18, and in fact is "only" about 25 years old<br/>Gender: female<br/><br/>Appearance: In both her human and wolf forms she is a bit smaller than average. Her human form is slender, almost frail looking, with long, shaggy silver hair, with sapphire blue eyes and natural amounts of body hair. Her animal form is a sleek, smaller than average wolf with a black patch of fur around her right eye, almost like a black eye. She is extremely fast, especially as a wolf, making up for her lack of strength with swiftness that few can match.<br/><br/>Personality: Silva has a soft, submissive demeanor, and is very willing to take the role of omega, to be the last in line, in exchange for the protection and companionship only being in a pack can provide. But once bonded to a pack, she can show a fierce side as well, if her mates are threatened or if she is cornered- she is still a wolf, after all.<br/><br/>Short Bio: She once had a pack, that she was born to, where she quickly got used to her role as the runt and, when she was old enough, the omega. But she was happy and enjoyed her life, until the day that her entire pack was hunted by humans and killed to a one, except for Silva who alone had managed to evade them. Now she is looking for a new pack, both for her safety and to fill the void the loss of her old pack has created.</div></div><br/><strong>JDrew Spider</strong>Claire "Fox" Diaz:<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Name: Claire "Fox" Diaz<br/><br/>Gender: Female<br/><br/>Appearance:  A tall chick with dirty blonde hair with cigarette always in her mouth. Green eyes, long legs and a heavy accent. ]<br/><br/>Personality:  She has a very 'devil may care attitude". Always believing in staying ahead of everyone else keeps you out of trouble. She has a good sense of humor though and can take a joke no matter how perverse or morbid it is.<br/><br/>Short Bio: She was born in brothel in Colombia  possibly a good 78 years ago. She doesn't really know since time seems to be going so fast now a days. Her mother was prostitute and the only father figure she had was a male cross dresser named Pica. Most of the the kids she grew up with where children of whores. She was very poor growing up and took on a habit of smoking because she thought it looked cool. When she was older she saw a local band perform on the corner and decided to get into music. It was the first time she had stolen something and that something was guitar that belonged to a local drug dealer, but he never caught her. Her mother had become ill from some disease that was ravaging her village  and died shortly afterward. With no money to bury her mother, not to mention all the unfinished debt her mother still owed she was expected to take her mothers place. Claire never liked the idea of selling her body and not earning so much as pot to piss in. Taking the guitar she bashed her pimps head in repeatedly, over and over again. It was the first time she had killed someone and actually she was more pissed about breaking her guitar. With bloody and splintered hands she hoped the next ride out and crossed the border to the Americas.  Working odd jobs she saw her first rock band performance on television and fell inlove with music again, but she really wanted a guitar. She was soon arrested for  breaking into a music shop that belonged to werewolf guised a musician. He posted her bail and dropped the charges, something she thought was odd however who was she to complain? He invited her to a "liberators party" out in the woods somewhere. Supposedly it was a music festival that local musicians held every so often. There were all kinds of things going like drinking, drugs and other odd things. It was the first time she had seen a man rip the head off a deer and she was enthralled by it.  Then  weird things began to occur, she had never witnessed an orgy out in the woods before , but it happened and there was something odd about the vodka she had been given. Dropping the cup in her hands she began to run into the woods only thing she remembered is being chased by a really large dog before fading to black. When she came to she woke up on a riverside with large clawmarks on her abdomen. Seemingly half dead she pulled herself up and stumbled out of the woods.<br/><br/>There were many upsides to being a were, like smoking and never worrying about getting lung cancer and screwing whoever you want and not worrying about STD's. When she finally came to terms with what had happened she decided to track down the wolf responsible after reading in a book that if you killed the were that changed you and eat out it's heart you would be free of the curse. She hunted him down like sick predator, some hotel in Arizona, is where found him and a few of his band mates. They were all shacked up and on eachother. The smell of that vodka and sex painted a very clear picture. She remebered them and the horror on their faces (and the prostitutes that were present). It was liked she had faded to black again and when she woke up (again) completely covered in blood and something else she couldn't readily identify it was like a perverse dream. There was blood everywhere, limbs and other body part and that damn vodka had a finger inside it. She got up quickly and washed herself off, but not before realzing that  the guy she had tracked here was gone-missing. She spotted a guitar with a hand still attached to it and in a fit of rage began slamming it against the walls , windows and bodies. She washed off , got dressed and took whatever money she could find before bailing and has been on her own since.</div></div>