NCC-1701 wrote:Well I’m not even going to bother reading all of this now that I am back from vacation, you guys move so fast. XD
Anyway, I had a bit of inspiration during my visit to Busch Gardens, and long story short, a statue outside of the ride Curse of the Darkastle caught my attention and made me come up with this little plot bunny that I intend to make into a role play. I am working on it now, but I figured I would post what I have here now to see if there is any interest. It's a werewolf role play set in the past, I will flesh out more about the werewolves here in a bit. ;)
The Belcourt pack has roamed this land for generations, at first starting out as a lone solitary village of close knit pack members trying to survive and keep their secret. But over the ages and as each alpha came to rule their small village grew into a lush estate, and over time the pack allowed humans to live in a close by village under their protection, their leader not only acting as alpha to the pack but also Lord to the small village of humans who were oblivious to their secret.
By day the pack members walk about the castle as humans, performing their daily duties and keeping a safe distance away from their human counterparts so that their secret can remain protected. But as the day nears nightfall the castle is closed to outsiders, the human servants are sent home, and as the moon replaces the sun in the sky, the members of the pack return to their true form. By night they roam and hunt the northern forest that rests behind the castle, running alongside a pack of their wild counter parts.
For years they have managed to balance their life by day alongside humans with their life by night, running with the wolves. But recently the balance has been upset. Rogue werewolves have been spotted lurking on their boarders and have been terrorizing local farmer’s livestock, challenging the packs boarders and killing prey needlessly to put it on display in a show of their power. The villagers are frightened, they have always lived side by side with the wolves that roam the forest, each keeping to their own, but now they believe they are under attack by the wild creatures, the dangerous howls of the rouges echoing off of the mountains. It is the law of the land that no wolf shall be killed but out of desperation the villagers have taken up arms, on the verge of hunting down the once revered animals.
And to make things worse, the alpha has been killed. Shot by a farmers cross bow in the night as he was chasing away a rogue that had been stalking the farmer’s cattle. The frightened farmer claimed he had thought the beast to be a bear, that he was only trying to protect his livestock, but the deed had already been done.
With the alpha dead pack tradition stated that his first born child would take his place, and the rank fell upon his only daughter of merely 21 years of age, however pack tradition also required there to be a male alpha. From the time of her father’s death she has one year to either find a mate or relinquish her rank to the next in line, ad she has intentions to do neither.
Tensions are running high within the pack. There is only one month left for the alphess to claim a mate, and all of the males are gnashing their teeth at a chance to fight for the rank. Tensions in the village are worse than ever with the rogues coming closer and closer, getting brave and restless in the shadows. The Belcourt packs secret is on the verge of being blown by a few villagers who are beginning to suspect, and everything seems to be falling apart at the seams. Something is going to have to give, for better or for worse.
