RP- Fantasy Forum full moon

run , i had to keep runnin. i knew they were on my tail, i could feel the earth tremble with the ponding of their feet against the dirt. why couldn't i get away from them? how would i be able to be freed from this pact? there was only one way but that would call for the greatest sacrifice from me. i didn't want to take that leap. if i did it would be almost impossible to retreaive myself again. but it had to be done and i had no other option. as they grew near, time grew short. closing my eyes, i let the ancestors of my people hear my cry of suffering. then everything went black and i was taken away to a new begining.

i fisted my hands i her hair,dragging her along the muddy ground. i laughed as she stopped squirming. "lets take her back to the cave boys." i whispered,my icy voice trikling into the cool night air. the strangley mutated wolf men that walked behind me nodded there oversised heads and showed there sharp teeth as we truged into the night.

The full moon shone bright overhead, making Zenith smile. The White Mother shone on his presence tonight. He grabbed his scope and scanned the forest once more, eyes peeled for his target.  He didn't particularly care for these human tactics, staying at a distance and scouting out the area. His natural curiosity wanted to go down and explore the forest first-hand, seeking out the secrets of the night. Alternatively, he could feel the presence of the wolf-kin near. He knew he was close to his target, and his desire to rush in and get the job done. But Zenith had long ago learned to quell the yearning in his veins with steel discipline. Keep looking, his discipline told him. They'll show eventually.

i opened my eyes to complete darkness and a searing pain in my skull. what had happened? i tried to get up but found my arms and legs had been bound. panic rose within me in an instant and i began to furiously squirm. then i heard movement and i stopped moving instantly out of fear.
"she's awake" it sounded like a male voice and i recognized it as Liam's. no! after trying so hard to escape i was back here with them. was i truly doomed to live as an eternal slave to my own people? tears formed in my eyes and fell down my cheeks. then she appeared before me.

"well well she is awake isnt she?" i siad,smirking at liam and placing a hand on his arms. "thankyou liam for telling me but i think i can tell shes awake." i said with hard cruel laughter seeming to eco of the walls of the dank, dark cave."afterall she is pitching  fit over there." gracefully,with inhuman speed and movment i made my way over to the girl and starred her down with my harsh gaze. "how does it feel to be back in the presence of your preistess?" my voice was cold,sharp and filled with an undenible power.

Zenith bore the face of a fox. Sleek, cunning, and deadly accurate. He was roguhly five-four in height. His feiry orange fur and white underbelly made him look beautiful. Many a human he had entranced with his jade-green eyes, the flicker of his tails and the graceful movement of his feet. Sprouting from his rear weas not one tail but seven. Seven glorious tails as the moon dictated he should have, for he was her earth-bound protector. Not for him was the savagry of his wolf-kin, the blind rage of the blood-lust. He was Kitsune, fox spirit of the White Mother, and he served her accordingly. But now, the lines were no longer black and white. The Temple of the White Mother had been defiled, and if working with humans of the unchosen bloodline helped him restore it, work with them he would. Zenith ravelled his tails together. No nobody could tell he had seven; merely one large, extremely fluffy one. Stretching himself, Zenith got to his feet. It looked as if he'd have to walk down there and figure out for himself what was happening.

she stood towering over with a sneer on her face. who had she become? she was no longer our priestess. i had to grit my teeth to keep form saying anything to her. if i angered her i knew she would make me reget it. altough i didn't see her as a priestess my people still did and i was bound by her and them to do as she pleased. why? what had i done to deserve this? but no matter i would fight to the last of my breaths. looking up i lock eyes with her and stare her down. "hello sister"

The sleek, blazing-white Katana shone in the moonlight. It was a gift from his mother, to aide him in his quest for purity. It's blade slit through the wind with but a whisper, and it's aim was guided by the light of the moon. Zenith could feel the blade bouncing against his skin, affixed to his the large belt right above the large pair of loose; many-pocketed pants. Across his right shoulder was a pair of Tanto's; short, twelve-inch long daggers he used for close quarters combat. Even equipped with such armor, he did not feel properly armed. Wolf-kin were especially ferocious, surpassing him in both strength and ferocity. If only I had a Naginata, he lamented. To keep the wolf-kin at a distance. He sighed. Their scent was fresh on the ground; Zenith thanked the White Mother that his senses were so much more attuned to the world than that of the wolf-kin. They were farther away than he expected.

i said nothing to the girl as she greeted me. i i could see into her head clearly. the child was othing but an open book. "silence child,silence" mt voice was no more than a fait whisper in the night. "we must remain quiet so that those outside do not here us." i gestured for one of the wolfkin to join me at my side. the one who stepped foward was tall and so obviously beastly. i watched as his wolf body slowly morphed into that of a man. he was my right hand man Liam. "if you ever runaway again you will be excuted."

i smirked and chuckled
"death" my mind wasn't here anymore "can't be any worse than being alive anymore" fury seemed etched into her expression, nothing ever seemed to please her. i looked at the man standing beside her, Liam. he had been one of the only people i trusted now i couldn't trust anyone.
suddenly some other wolf came up beside Liam and sat.
"Gabrial will watch her" Liam informed us as if i cared.

Zenith moved in from the forest, spotting the source of the noise. The cavern must have been a good twelve feet above him, up a very steep incline. He'd need to pick up speed to make it there with grace. Biting back his mounting frustration, Zenith started faster than before, eschewing stealth for speed. He leapt skyward, landing on the hillside to kick off with a running leap forward. There we go! He thoguht with a smile. Zenith planted one foot in front of the other, coming up to the cavern with a small smile . . .                                                                                                                                                                              Zenith cursed at his stupidity, leaping clear of the small pack. He floated down on a tree nearby, and watched quietly from there. The pack turned around, making Zenith fear for his life. They have found me! He closed his eyes, hand on his blade . . . a black, female wolf-kin stepped out of the cavern, her presence sending shivers down his spine. She barked a few orders, and the entire pack howled with delight. Zenith resisted the urge to turn tail and flee, instead putting his faith in the light around him. By the power of the Moon, hide me from sight. The wolves continued to howl, rasping their praises to the night sky. The woman smiled, and nodded to something within the cavern. Out came an especially large wolf, dragging behind him another. Zenith couldn't help but stare at this one; it looked so different from the rest. It's fur was white; it's form sleek and beautiful. And, most improtantly, it's fur shimmered silver in the moonlight. Zenith rasied an eyebrow at that; wolf-kin were not usually known for their beauty. Moreso, this figure was being dragged against her own will. The black wolf howled, her singing resounding with an other-worldly call. Zenith shuddered again, and watched as the entire pack stampeded down the hill. Who can't hear that racket? Zenith asked himself. He lightly leapt out of the tree, glad the wolves were heading away. Regardless, he still had a job to do. Sniffing around, he spotted his target with glee. The small, purple flower was a rare one, and he needed her seed. This was the only world where the Purple Lilith grew. However, the sight couldn't help but gnaw at the back fo his mind. Who was that wolf? He asked himself. If she be of the wolf-kin at all . . .

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