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Plot
There are packs of werewolves occupying the forests of Idaho, and they have established a decent community for themselves. The wolves of this particular pack are considered pure werewolves, born into the pack naturally. They are at the top of the hierarchy, the rogue wolves trailing behind. Rogues are the wolves who are created when a werewolf bites (and leaves to die...) an ordinary human. They have little control of themselves in wolf form, and are known to lash out unexpectedly. In this rp, your character is the leader of a pure wolf pack, well known and widely respected. One eerie night, your scouts return to camp and report an attack near a local bar. Curious, your character and his most elite wolves travel to the scene, surprised to discover a 21 year old woman (My charrie). She had been the victim of a rogue wolf attack, and is experiencing her first changing. Your character had recently lost his mate, and for some reason he feels inclined to take her under his wing, and help her get used to her new life as a werewolf. Because she is a rogue, though, your character's pack frowns upon his decision to take her in, and some go as far as to rebel. All while that fun stuff is going on, your charrie and mine fall in love and so on.
That's the general gist of it ^^ Feel free to change some things, just please make sure to run it by me first. This is a werewolf/romance rp, and you would be playing the male role. There's no need to make a form if you don't want to, but keep in mind your charrie is a little older than mine. (4-7ish years?) If you choose to join, just jump in. I do ask that you are fairly advanced and active (I totally understand the occasional inactivity though. Just let me know!) Thanks c:
IC: Dakota Faraway was safe in her own house, getting herself prepared for the bar she intended to visit tonight. She worked on straightening her light brown hair for a good twenty minutes until it was to her liking. Today was her 21st birthday, and what better way to celebrate it by going out for a drink? Dakota grinned at her reflection and did a little spin for effect. Though she was slightly nervous of the whole "bar scene", Dakota had grown up knowing what to watch out for. After quickly swiping a mascara wand through her long lashes, the young woman flicked off the bathroom light and made her way down stairs. She swiped her keys off the counter, along with her purse, and headed for the door. Dakota took her time pulling on her strappy heels, quietly humming to herself. Once pleased with her appearance, she left her house, locking the door behind her.
Dakota slipped into her cherry red convertible and inserted her keys into the ignition, the car coming to life before her. After turning on the radio, the young woman backed out of her driveway and began her journey to the bar, completely oblivious of what was to come. About ten minutes later, Dakota was pulling into the parking lot. She couldn't help but notice how desolate the building was, hardly a car in sight. With a small shrug of her bare shoulders, Dakota stepped out of her vehicle and made her way to the entrance.
Once inside, the attractive brunette headed directly over to where the bar tender stood, checking her out, though quite obnoxiously. Undeterred, Dakota flashed him a winning smile and took a seat. When it came time to order a drink, her mind spun with uncertainty. The young woman had been this excited over going to a bar, but she couldn't remember the name of a single drink? Her smile faltered a little before she spoke. "Surprise me please." Dakota giggled, her blue eyes shining with delight. You could hardly tell how nervous she actually was. The man nodded briskly in her direction before sauntering off to make her concoction. Dakota used this moment of silence to scout out the inside of the building. Despite the lack of cars outside, she took note of how packed it looked in here. Almost every seat was occupied, save for the few around her. But that was soon to change.
A moment later, the bartender approached her, drink in hand. He placed it down in front of her and waited, a small smile on his lips. It took Dakota a second before realizing what he was waiting for. Just to appease him, the young woman placed her red lips on the rim and tilted it back a little, letting some of the drink slide into her mouth. It was strong. Dakota hurriedly set the glass down and offered the bar tender an approving smile. Satisfied, he backed away from her and left to tend to his other customers. Dakota remained where she sat, sipping her drink periodically. By the time the glass was empty, she looked to her left, aware of the man that now stood next to her. Dakota, head dizzying, offered an unsure smile in his direction. The corners of his lips tugged upward in what could barely pass as a grin. It was at that moment when Dakota realized she was no longer tipsy, but now completely drunk. And so was he.
The alcohol that clouded her mind, her thoughts, was what the exact reason the Dakota hadn't noticed the warning signs that were right in front of her face. The man grabbed her hand and nearly dragged her from her seat. Flattered, Dakota's face reddened as he whispered halfhearted compliments in the shell of her ear, the smell of alcohol on his breath, strong and overpowering. The young woman failed to notice just how dangerous this man could be, as he insisted they head outside. Instead she nodded eagerly, convinced this was perfectly normal. The strange man smirked before tugging her toward the doors. None of the other costumers paid mind to the two as they exited the bar, believing this was a perfectly normal interaction. Only the bartender watched them leave, uncertainty masking his expression.
Once the two were alone outside, the man pulled her along, insisting they should head to the back of the building, where they would be in private. It almost made sense to her, the way in which he said it. Dakota slurred her agreement. She allowed herself to be guided to where he wanted, completely oblivious to the malicious expression that he wore. The young woman even giggled as he leaned toward her, in a way that would you make expect his intent was to kiss her. He suddenly stopped, speaking in a deep, pitiful voice. "Don't worry. This will only hurt a lot" The man cooed. Confusion clouded Dakota's features, as his head whipped to her exposed neck. With a final glance at her face, the strange man opened his mouth, exposing his large canines. With only a moment to prepare, he sunk his sharp, powerful teeth into her flesh, eliciting a horrifying shriek from Dakota. She crumpled to her knees at precisely the same time the man turned tail and ran, faster than a normal human should ever be able to.
Dakota didn't have the awareness to even acknowledge the fact, though, as the blood rolled down her neck, coating her black top in a deep scarlet. The pain cascaded through her frail body, white spots dancing underneath her closed eyelids. The young woman whimpered, waiting for death to claim her. Only, it never came. Dakota had never been that lucky.
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