Upon the legend of a wolven king (Private w/ Wolventears and OrderNChaos)
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				Title: <strong>Upon the legend of a wolven king (Private w/ Wolventears and OrderNChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Interdiction of words</strong> on <strong>30-12-2014, 23:36:49</strong>
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				Upon a time that was long ago there was a great kingdom of wolf anthros that ruled over the African nations. There their visage was painted upon history and known as gods among men. There the wolf people prospered under the will of the humans but there was some that didn’t like that idea that these wolf people ruled over man. Some broke away to make a new nations and there they made a new empire that fought against the wolf people. Under their power there the wolf people were shattered, no longer the once great empire. There many were slaughtered or cast off to become clans of their own. Before the last great wolf king died a prophecy was spoken about a new high king who would unite the tribes under one banner. A boy touched by wolven blood and born to human parents, he would rise to become the new king of the wolf tribes and usher in a new age of peace between the tribes. Though what has happened to the tribes is a horrendous story that has been filled with bloodshed and endless wars between the six tribes of wolf people. The first is called the Razorclaw tribe, famed for their hunting skills. The second is the Furfoot, their speed is the envy of all that watch. Shearhearts, known for their more philosophical ideals but are powerful fighters. The other three don’t truly have names and are no more than a few wolf people but they have power none the less. It is said that the wolf tribe that finds the king might have power over the high king but nothing is certain. <br>That is where a young boy that goes by the name of Brock, being only a senior in high school there is a destiny that has been laid out before his time. Now the signs are almost upon him and the world. Now the time of the high king shall rise. All across the tribes the seers and elders have been given vision of this boy but who will find the future king first? <br><hr><br>Brock had woken this morning feeling the same as he had always, getting ready for high school and taking a test this morning. It was in European history about the rule of Henry the eight. After studying for the last few days he was sure that he would be ready for the hardish test that would be the first step into the new world of collage. Today though he would have to get through the strange test that his teacher was going to give him. Brock stood by his locker, his bag in hand while he gathered the rest of his needed supplies for the rest of the day. He felt good and nothing would ruin his good mood.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upon the legend of a wolven king (Private with Wolventears and OrderNChaos</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>31-12-2014, 01:13:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/67a6e15b8566d3f106c7788a3a8847ae_zpskmmiiyps.jpg) (http://s150.photobucket.com/user/hislipsonmine/media/67a6e15b8566d3f106c7788a3a8847ae_zpskmmiiyps.jpg.html)</div>Anya walked out of the front office, a backpack upon her shoulders. Her nose scrunched at all the smells around her. Perfume, cologne, body odor, bad soap. Human teenagers were disgusting creatures. Granted, she wasn't that old herself in the eyes of her people, but at least she could pull of being a teenager amongst these humans. <br><br>But it was kind of hard. The males stopped to look at her, their eyes tracing her curves. In this human form, she was curvy, but still toned and well muscled, but it apparently called for her to be looked at. And those looks definitely told her how the status chain went around here. <br><br>There were the mousy little guys, nerds she had heard them called. They wouldn't look her in the face as she walked by. She even shot them a smile and they turned bright red and stuttered if she even said high. <br><br>Then there were the jocks. Top dogs around here. They puffed up their chests, trying to make themselves look big and manly. It was funny. If they only knew. <br><br>She had no interest in them what so ever. Human's just weren't her thing. Even though she could take the form of one, she was a wolf at heart and much preferred her wolven body to this. <br><br>She took a deep breath, trying to differentiate the many smells, to find even a slight trace of wolf. She knew he would have one, the male she was looking for. He was the male who could change it all. Make life better for all wolves.<br><br>But, what she didn't expect was a spicy scent to fill her nose. It heated her body and she could smell traces of earth like other wolves had but this one, this was different. She knew immediately it was him. She had found him. <br><br>She followed the scent down the hall and around a corner, a large beast of a boy, and he was a boy, stopped in front of her, causing her to halt. Her lip raised and she growled. It was low, but he heard it. And it had the reaction she had hoped. His face fell and he stepped aside, letting her pass. <br><br>Then she saw him at the end of the hall, taking things out of a locker. Her lips curved into a smile as she walked towards him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upon the legend of a wolven king (Private with Wolventears and OrderNChaos</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>31-12-2014, 03:01:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/5c702c08186811ffd59d519f9f99ab4e_zpsogir4410.jpg)</div>Valerie had never been sure why they had selected her for the honor of finding the boy that would bring the clans together, but she was glad they had.&nbsp; For one it gave her a chance to get out of the pack for a while, and second it gave her a chance to interact with humans more.&nbsp; She'd always been fascinated by humans, but didn't get as many chances to observe them as she'd like.&nbsp; This was the perfect opportunity.&nbsp; She lurked in the trees outside the school grounds, watching all of the kids walk into school.&nbsp; She'd need a look that wasn't obvious, but something that could attract the boy to her.&nbsp; <br><br>After watching a number of girls walk by, she felt she had a fairly good idea of how human girls looked.&nbsp; Taking a moment to concentrate, she let her mind focus on how she wanted to look.&nbsp; The spell wasn't hard, but it did take a lot of concentration to attempt.&nbsp; A wave of light rolled across Valerie's body as her visage changed along with the light.&nbsp; As the power finished washing over her, she spent a moment to look down at how she'd changed.&nbsp; Exactly as she'd hoped.&nbsp; She adjusted the glasses on her nose and pushed the brown locks of hair from her face as she stepped from the trees towards the school.&nbsp; Filtering into a group of girls and boys walking into the school, she did her best to blend in.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Mobile%20Uploads/brown_hair_anime_girl_glasses_phone_render_png_by_seikiyukine-d85eu8p_zps7f3eb60e.png)</div><br>As she walked into the school she was overwhelmed with the different scents that surrounded these kids every day.&nbsp; She was glad to see that her senses hadn't been effected by the spell as her physical looks had.&nbsp; Walking through the school she searched for him.&nbsp; She'd been given a very specific smell to look for, something that would draw her to him immediately.&nbsp; Walking through the halls, smiling gingerly at boys as they passed and smiled at her, she finally picked up the scent.&nbsp; Walking around a corner she caught him out of the corner of her eye.&nbsp; A smile twisted across her face as she saw him pulling stuff from his locker.&nbsp; Her eyes squeezed together into frustrated slits as she saw a young red head moving towards him.&nbsp; From the scent, one of the other packs had beat her too him.&nbsp; <br><br>Unwilling to accept being second, her grin curled up again as she quickly moved across the short distance.&nbsp; A boy crossed in front of the other girl, giving her a chance to slid up beside him, leaning against the locker to his left between him and the other wolf, she pretended not to see her.&nbsp; "Hey!!&nbsp; She said as feigned familiarity.&nbsp; She hoped she had caught him by surprise.&nbsp; "Did you happen to do the reading for Biology today?&nbsp; Can I see your notes?"&nbsp; She changed her face to a look of mild fear and desperation as she planned her attack.&nbsp; "I know the teacher's going to have a quiz today, and I can't miss another one.&nbsp; You'd really be helping me out if you'd let me look at the notes."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upon the legend of a wolven king (Private with Wolventears and OrderNChaos</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Interdiction of words</strong> on <strong>31-12-2014, 04:00:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://api.ning.com/files/79qIlGeItRpttRUngIhkucWUGfd-t*W1*GHvauLqByqQv4kK670M-9zgw61xVasbYpND7GlKDZD*Rc9xMMcilBPBNMUJOgLG/BlackandWhiteAnimeBoy.jpg)</div>Brock wouldn’t be described as any sort of social class, he was just regular in all respects. Not overly muscular or overly smart. He got above average grades, did the average in gym and wasn’t physically endowed with muscles or extreme knowledge. No one could blame him since his mother had been raising him alone but there was a spark there inside of him. A very powerful spark just waiting to get out, only time would tell how this spark reacted to the world. <br><br>Brock was a six foot, one inch eighteen year old with white blonde hair, having a pair of blue eyes that shinned brightly from the want to show that he could be something more. Averagely built in comparison to the apes that wandered the school.&nbsp; He always where his favorite green hoody that was a gift from his mother after his seventeenth birthday. Being so different then everyone else he was ignored by others just because he was just felt as different. His face was a bit soft, being hurt by so many different types of bullies and other people that want to just show that they were better than a person that was just different. <br><br>Brock’s fingers were wrapping around the textbook he would need for his first period, biology. Pulling the heavy, cold textbook from his locker but a voice broke him from his stupor. He couldn’t help but jump a little, he wasn’t normally talked to so this was something entirely new to him. During his jump his hand hit the locker door and he winced in pain. Turning his head to face the new voice he looked at her. No one would talk to him, no less another teenager, so his thoughts were jumbled in his mind for a second.&nbsp; <strong>”Uhhh… notes?</strong> He paused a moment before his eyes lit up with realization, <strong>”Oh those notes, yeah I have them right here.</strong> Brock reached into his locker and pulled out a spiral bound notebook that had in black letters ‘Biology notes’ on the cover. Brock reached out and held the notebook for her to give to her <strong>”Here you are… just make sure you give them back after class ok?”</strong> he said, a shy smile forming on his face his white teeth just barely poking out.<br><br>From the other direction, behind Valerie came three football jocks that had set their eyes upon Brock. Coming from the side the largest football jock walked right next to Valerie but stopped right next to Brock. In moments the jock thrust his shoulder right into the chest of Brock causing Brock to be forced into one of the lockers. A loud metallic bang echoed through the halls, the two jocks and their little group began to laugh hysterically at the plight Brock had been put through. Brock’s head rang violently while the jock spoke in a low voice, mocking him. <strong>”Look where you are going klutz… or do you need glasses like your girlfriend?”</strong> he continued to laugh at the fallen Brock. All Brock could do was grip his head to stop the vibrating throughout his head. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upon the legend of a wolven king (Private w/ Wolventears and OrderNChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>31-12-2014, 04:50:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Mobile%20Uploads/brown_hair_anime_girl_glasses_phone_render_png_by_seikiyukine-d85eu8p_zps7f3eb60e.png)</div><br>Valerie couldn't help but notice how soft and sweet the boys face looked as he turned towards her voice.&nbsp; <em>"This is the great king?</em>, She asked herself as the look of surprise shot across his face.&nbsp; Obviously, not used to girls greeting him like this Valerie thought to herself, a friendly smile on her face.&nbsp; <br><br><em> ”Uhhh… notes? He paused a moment before his eyes lit up with realization, ”Oh those notes, yeah I have them right here.&nbsp; Here you are… just make sure you give them back after class ok?”</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Valerie almost giggled to herself.&nbsp; She hadn't expected him to actually have notes, but the fact that he did, simply made her next move much easier.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh wow....you're the best."&nbsp; Valerie exclaimed, looking at the notebook as if it was the most important thing in the world.&nbsp; She leaned in to push her advantage when she was interrupted by a large boy with little regard for personal space.&nbsp; As the boy brushed past Valerie and into the boy, Valerie growled, low from her throat.&nbsp; Being threatened by the bigger wolves of the pack had always put her on edge, this was no different.&nbsp; She did what she could to mitigate the damage but it was too late.&nbsp; He slammed hard into the locker door.<br><br><em> ”Look where you are going klutz… or do you need glasses like your girlfriend?” </em>&nbsp; Valerie took note of this boys scent, she'd make sure he remembered attacking him very soon.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Are you ok??"&nbsp; She leaned in, helping him back onto his feet.&nbsp; "What a jerk.&nbsp; I'm Valerie.....Val.&nbsp; I just moved here a few months back.&nbsp; I've notice you in Biology and in the halls."&nbsp; She moved closer to him, her energy pulsing low from her body.&nbsp; "Sorry if I surprsed you, I've always noticed you seem to be on top of things in class so I hoped you'd be as nice as you are cute."&nbsp; She knew it was a bit strong, but she wanted to see how he'd respond to a direct come on.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upon the legend of a wolven king (Private w/ Wolventears and OrderNChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-01-2015, 20:37:00</strong>
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				Anya stopped walking as she saw the other female walk up to her prey. She took a breathe and stilled as the unfamiliar, yet familiar scent came to her. This was another wolf, and not one she had met before. Her lip raised and a growl rumbled her throat causing the students beside her at their locker to stop and stare. But then a large human male, bumped into the other wolf and slammed into him, causing him to bang against him locker and fall to the ground. <br><br>She let it run it course though to see what the great king had in him.<br><br>Which, apparently, was a whole lot of nothing. <br><br>This was the great king? Even if he didn't know what he was, the wolf that nestled deep inside him couldn't have been to happy with what had just transpired. <br><br>She watched as the other helped him up and her ears twitched at the sounds of the female's come on. Oh, so as she had suspected, this wolf was from another pack and was probably sent here to do as ash she was. Well, at the other female looked week and her human form was something to laugh at, she had no doubt that she could take her.<br><br>She walked up to them, stopping a few inches away and began looking at the lockers as if searching for one in particular. "Oh, here it is. Excuse me," she said and rather roughly to the female, put herself between the two of them to the one beside his and began turning the lock, her ears hearing for the click as the metal slid out of place and within moments, and her looking at a small paper in her hand to make it look like she was reading the combination, it finally clicked. <br><br>"Yes!" she said in excitement. She looked at the female for a split second, another growl low in her throat, one she knew she would hear, and then turned her attention to him. <br><br>"Oh, hello," she said with a smile. "Seems we are locker neighbors. I'm Anya."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Upon the legend of a wolven king (Private w/ Wolventears and OrderNChaos)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Interdiction of words</strong> on <strong>02-01-2015, 23:16:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://api.ning.com/files/79qIlGeItRpttRUngIhkucWUGfd-t*W1*GHvauLqByqQv4kK670M-9zgw61xVasbYpND7GlKDZD*Rc9xMMcilBPBNMUJOgLG/BlackandWhiteAnimeBoy.jpg)</div><br>Brock’s head still rung for a few minutes after his head had hit the locker. Voices seemed so distant yet there we right in front of him. Brock raised his hand, resting it on the back of his head where the blow had been dealt. Val’s words were heard but only just so, <strong>“Ummm, Thanks… “</strong> Brock tried to let go of the locker, his hand trembled once he did but under his weight his legs rattled and he fell to ground. Brock felt weak and that translated to a soft grunt once he hit the ground. Certainly Brock had suffered some sort of concussion, his blue eyes had glassed over as he held himself from the ground by his hands. Looking like an animal on four legs he sputtered out breath. His breaths came out harshly as the world around him began to spin. He was so distracted by the world spinning around him that he only caught some of the other female’s words “Locker neighbors…. Happy to be one.” The world continued to spin continuingly stirring Brock’s stomach.&nbsp; <br><br>Brock reached up to cover his mouth, he didn’t want to throw up right now but if his head didn’t stop spinning then there would be a heavy chance that he would. Slurring his words “Ifff you wooould be sooo kinddd cooouuuld yooou takke meee tooo the nurse?” Brock tried getting back up on his feet, placing his hands on his knee to steady himself. Slowly getting himself back up was a challenge since the world continued to spin quickly but not as fast as it had been before. Brock returned to his feet but stumbled until his back hit the lockers with a loud thud. He was doing better yet he was still stumbling about like a fool. His hood had come off to reveal his blonde white hair but there was something a little wrong with his ears. They were slightly pointed like a wolf but that was hardly the problem. His ears were higher than most humans something well recognized by all but Brock swiftly covered his head back up and said nothing about his ears. He need the nurse, his head was still swimming in utter pain. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>03-01-2015, 21:43:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Mobile%20Uploads/brown_hair_anime_girl_glasses_phone_render_png_by_seikiyukine-d85eu8p_zps7f3eb60e.png)</div><br>The football player's assault had distracted Valerie from the true threat, right up until she stepped between them.&nbsp; The large breasted redhead while attractive was an unwelcome intruder in her attempt to pursue the king.&nbsp; The woman's scent was undeniable.&nbsp; Not only could she smell the wolf on her, but she could smell her sex, her obvious need to bed the king and be the one to bring the prophesy to bear.&nbsp; Thankfully she had been in the middle of trying to help the young boy up from the attack, which gave her better footing and access to him than her lame attempt to interrupt with some sad 'locker neighbor' intro.&nbsp; "Excuse me. She said with a smile as she helped the boy up from the floor.&nbsp; "I need to get him to the nurse to make sure that he's alright."&nbsp; She used her inhuman strength to push past the new girl and lift the king up from the floor.&nbsp; Closing the locker door with her foot, she slowly ushered him down the hall towards the nurse, making sure to look back at the other girl with a wicked grin on her face and a wink in her eye.&nbsp; "Don't worry you're highness, we'll get you fixed up.&nbsp; She whispered in his ear as she led him away.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>20-01-2015, 02:30:53</strong>
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				The other wolf pushed her way passed Anya to pick the young king up from the floor. Anya's lip curled and she growled once more. Then the bitch, as she was walking away with him, gave Anya a shit eating look over her shoulder. Oh, no. Not happening. <br><br>Anya's fist clenched but on the ground, she noticed what looked to be a wallet near his locker. She picked it up and opened it. On the I.D. inside, was a picture of him. Her lips curved into a smile. <br><br>She began walking to the nurse's station, a sway in her hips. Oh, yes, little runt. It was on. 
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				Post by: <strong>Interdiction of words</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 00:05:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://api.ning.com/files/79qIlGeItRpttRUngIhkucWUGfd-t*W1*GHvauLqByqQv4kK670M-9zgw61xVasbYpND7GlKDZD*Rc9xMMcilBPBNMUJOgLG/BlackandWhiteAnimeBoy.jpg)</div><br>Brock still hadn’t gained full control over the world spinning around him. There he was leaning from side to side as they walked together towards the nurse’s office. Brock had hardly been in his right of mind so he missed several exchanges between the two girls that had been next to his locker. She carried him all the way to the nurse’s office but he had muttered something about the pain in his head but he not making a huge amount of sense. The wolven scent floated past Brock’s nose but he had hardly notice but he knocked once on the door so that the nurse would hear them. The nurse opened the door up for the three of them but she motioned them inside “So what happened here? Did he hit his head?” she went back into her office, guiding them to enter behind her. The nurse grabbed a bag of ice and placed it on his head. “Have him take some of these and keep him still.” She handed Anya the pain pills. She pushed Brock down on the bed but the pager rang out for her to go to a classroom. “I’m sorry but I need to head towards another class, I’ll be back soon but he needs to lay down for the time being.” The Nurse left, leaving the two females together with him. 
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