I am not a monster! (Werewolf Pack RP) I. AM. AN. ANIMAL! (Jump-in)

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    NIGHT - FULL MOON

    Freya paced around in her cramped and compact kennel. It was a full moon out, and this was not the way werewolves should be spending it. She eventually laid down and breathed out heavily. There was no point in doing anything. Not even howling. She thought to herself, rubbing the bruise on her snout, formed by a full-moon excited, howling Freya, and an annoyed, angry, and violent handler. Her tail swished back and forth, as she looked solemnly out the kennel door. There was a window in front of where her cage was at, providing a lovely view and the only nice thing Freya could say about this place. Outside, she could see the full moon in the sky, lighting the land in its silver white color. The purple blue sky touched the grassy hills and forests beyond them. Freya smiled and sighed. The outside looked lovelier and lovelier with each passing night, especially during full moons. Her contentment waded, however, as her eyes glazed over to the bars of her kennel, which were riddled with bite marks. Her eyes closed somberly, as there was no point staying awake. She barely did anything during full moons since she was trapped here, besides the occasional experiment. Even then, it was highly unlikely for her to do an experiment since they only use one wolf per full moon, and there were a lot of wolves. After laying down for a bit with her eyes closed, Freya finally started to shift into slumberland. That is, until a loud and obnoxious sound made her shoot up in alarm. When she opened her eyes, she saw that the facility was now flashing red, created by large alarms coming out the of ceiling. The noise was a loud screeching noise, much like a fire alarm in a school. However, the most important detail was that all of the kennels' bars had been suck into the ceiling of the cage, and were now gone. Without hesitation, Freya leaped out of her cage and started bolting towards the door on all fours. Thousands of other wolves ran behind her like a giant wave. She didn't know or care how the security breach happened, she just wanted to get out as soon as possible. When she reached the outside, a smile grew across her snout. She still kept running to avoid recapture, however, deep down she was freaking out in immense joy about the feeling of grass beneath her paws. Her legs moved faster and faster with each passing step, and a happy Freya held her head back and howled like she had never howled before. She turned back in front of her, here eyes glued to the forest on top of the hill. She was almost there. Freya didn't bother to look behind her, as the lab was the last place she wanted to be. Instead, she let the wind fly through her fur and breathed in the fresh air. No longer is that where I belong. I'm not a monster trapped in a cage. She thought to herself. For I am an animal in the wild.


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    My post will be short as I don't have internet connection and my 4G is really really really slow. This thread sounded too cool to not join. Don't expect me to post something every 1 min though.

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    I read the rules


    Fuzz had been sitting in his cage, staring into the wall. Fuzz was not his real name but the name the cruel handlers had given him because of his soft fur when shifted. He snarled quietly and turned around to face the bars of the cage. The next moment there was nothing in the way of his freedom and he threw himself out of the cave like the other lycans that were all around him. He ran towards the forest but didn't join in to the howls just yet. He wanted to run as far away from this damned place as he possibly could before sunrise and weakness.

    (Would scars transfer over werewolf to human?)


    name: May


    Werewolf form:

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    Human form:

    Something like this

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    Moon: full ~night of escape

    {read the rules}

    May paced her cage, ever restless. She stared out the window, the glorious full moon beckoning her to frolick under its light. But the bars stopped her and the prisoner next to her cage from living in that freedom. She turned to the old man next to her, the werewolf that he was viewed as having several scars across its body. She herself only had one long scar across her face, mostly covered by fur but still visible. "Some day I will get you to the world we once knew, one way or another." Her quiet growling promise reached his ears and he smiled from his position lying on the floor. "If anyone could it would be you," he replied. As if in answer to their conversation the bars lifted from the cage and red lights flashed. The old werewolf let out a startled bark and May rushed to Jake's side, "c'mon let's get out of here!" She helped him to his feet and the two raced out of the lab, May close to Jake to steady his run. She laughed joyously as they reached the lovely grass, a grin on Jake's face.


    Name: Jake


    Werewolf form:

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    Human form:

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    ~with May's post~

    Thanks guys!


    SilverHawk Also, no offense but can you put if it's day or night and what moon it is in your post when you have the time? Thanks in advance. Also thanks for the nice compliment about my thread!

    Romana growled pacing in her kennel moonlight flashing down from above illuminating the room. Her sanity growing thin as well as her body. How long had it been since she was thrown in here? Months? Years? She had lost count, her memories refusing to give her access to the memories of life outside the laboratory, or had she always lived a life of being a lab rat. However she did not to believe it to be true. She had to have lived outside the barren and cold walls of the laboratory, otherwise why would she constantly fighting. Why would she have defied these cold heartless people for however long she did, gaining a multitude of scars and being starved for weeks, if she did not know if life was better on the outside.Those scars were memories each of those 39 scars on her back had been from whippings and those on her hands were self inflicted. As for those 28 on her stomach... she did not dare think of those. Her defiance cause these people trouble , and these people hated her for it.the constant escape attempts and killings of their own scientists. It was only a matter of time before they threw hers among the hundreds of lifeless and decaying werewolves like herself. After all they had no need of someone like romana. " LET ME OUT! " romana howled thrashing inside of the cage making it rock back and for violently. The lights around her suddenly went red and began to shriek violently and began flashing. The female took this as am opportunity and broke through her destardly cage racing towards the exit. She was followed by a sea of others racing to escape, to get out. It was not long before her and another she wolf bursted out the fresh air slamming into romana,And it was a sweet smell. One she never imagined she would smell. It was glorious!


    Name:romana

    Age 18

    NIGHT - FULL MOON


    Even at the top of the hill, Freya continued to run. The leaves and branches of trees brushed against her moonlight coat as she started to pant. No, focus Freya. Just a little bit farther, for safety. She thought to herself. The sea of wolves behind her started to split into several rivers of lycans, so it would be much more difficult for the handlers to find them. As groups of wolves slowly started moving towards different parts of the forest, Freya started to feel more and more alone, deep down. However, social comfort wasn't what she needed right now. Right now, she needed water. She finally stopped when she was deep and lost enough in the forest. She bent down over a nearby river and lapped up the fresh, cool, natural water. Freya fell in love with the taste of river water, as it was much cleaner and better than the gross, old, somehow putrid, metallic water they gave to her back at home. She shook her head. No, home wasn't the correct word for that place. It never was. It was more like a prison and torture chamber. Now this was her home. After she finished her last gulp, she jumped up in the air and made a celebratory howl, before rolling in the grass like a pup. She smiled and laughed as the soft plant rubbed against her fur. She missed the feeling of the earth. Her happiness stopped, however, as the feeling of loneliness finally started to kick in. Freya got up on her hind legs and looked behind her, seeing if any of the other wolves were around.

    track KairosLion , have you read Kelly Armsstrongs darkest powers and or darkness rising books? The N.O.N Sounds kind of like the St. clouds (unless you haven't read them, then you don't know what I'm talking about xD)

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    omg these pics are huge!

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    Moon: full ~night of escape / Name: Septa / (nick name: sept) / Age: (human)15 (Wolf/dog) 23 (thats made up)


    Septa seamed to fly from her cage, she couldn't care less about what had happened, she didn't even think as her paws swept her away, into the night. I wonder how many of us escaped...She sped forwards. We'll all meet up soon, but right now, I need to run. Septa was fast, she made her way to the front of the mob of wolves, passing a pair of werewolf. He's older...I should help them...She slowed and waited for them. "You guys need any help?"


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    Moon: Full, Night

    Fuzz had been running into the deeper parts of the forest when he came to a river. He instantly bent down to drink of it. It tasted better than anything he'd ever drunk before but that's maybe because he had gotten used to the stinking water back at the prison. They probably fished it up from a swamp nearby and then left it in a metal container in the sun. He followed the river for a bit and stopped dead when he saw a probably younger lycans roll around in the grass like a puppy. He stood still as she jumped up and looked around. "Hey there, are you lost?" he joked. Fuzz was leaning against a tree. He looked at her white and green fur on her back but didn't say anything about it. The reddish-brown lycan listened to the howls of the others, it would drag uneccesary attention of humans. Maybe they were so far into the woods for anyone to hear them. Fuzz wanted to keep going but this female had caught his attention and he wanted to hear what she was going to say.

    BTW, just out of curiousity, what are all of the characters' ages? Freya's a young adult probably in her early 20's.


    NIGHT - FULL MOON


    Freya turned to see one of the lycans nearby. She chuckled. "Yeah, and I love it," She said, smiling. "So, who are you?" Even though she has been in the facility with him, werewolves had never really got to know one another. They spent most of their time in their cages or going through some cruel experiment.

    ( I changed the photos of my werewolf

    Fuzz is mid 20's

    Full moon, Night


    He swiped a paw upwards towards his ears but then remembered he was in wolf shape and didn't have his red hair. He had reddish brown fur together with some darker splotches of brown like a stripe across his back. "Freedom is most precious to those who have been imprisoned." He loved freedom and would give almost anything to keep it. "They called me Fuzz and I wish to keep the name as a reminder to never stop fighting. Who are you then?" The lycan never mentioned why he got the name because it wasn't important and a bit embarrassing. His soft fur didn't have anything to do with his personality, it was something he had just like some have big hands or small nose. "Lycanthropes are pack creatures just like most humans, what are we going to do now? We need a pack to protect us from the humans." His tone was neutral but there was a silent question in it.