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Dear rabbit, my legs are getting weak... chasing you
And the snowfields... Wouldn't seem so big, if you knew
That this blood on my teeth, it is far beyond dry...
And I've captured you once, but it wasn't quite right...
So I'm tellin' you.. That you'll be safe with me.
Oh rabbit, my claws are down now so don't be afraid...
I can keep you warm, as long as you can just try... To be brave!
Yes I know I'm a wolf, and I've been known to bite,
But the rest of my pack... I've left them behind.
And my teeth may be sharp, and I've been raised to kill...
But the though of fresh meat... It's making me ill!
So I'm telling you... That you'll be safe with...
Me, Eee, Ooo, Ooo...
So rabbit, please stop looking the other way...
It's cold out there... So why not stay here, under my tail...?
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Username: River Song
RPW Name: Lykos
Name Meaning; Lykos means wolf in Greek
RPW Gender: Male
Favourite Halloween Memory: Oct 31st"Do you ever have memories?"
He asked the small brown wendigo in front of him. She smiled, shrugging slightly.
"Well, all can remember is going out trick or treating with my mother before, well..."
Her voice falters, and an awkward silence falls over the two rpws.
"Sorry..." His voice is hoarse, and for a moment he wants to rub the smaller rpw on the head, yet he stalls.
"Well, little rabbit," The brown rpw cocks her head, looking confused at being addressed as a rabbit.
“You know, for me, Halloween was always a fun time. I mean, who doesn’t want to gorge themselves on Halloween candy, hang out with their friends, and maybe watch a scary movie or two. I always couldn’t wait for the falling leaves, the pups romping around in costumes, and the general atmosphere of the holiday. Of course, nothing lasts forever, and that I would find out all too soon.”
Flashback #1
October 31st, Saskatoon, Saskatchewan
The late afternoon air was chilly as Lykos slowly walked towards his house. The leaves rustled under his paws as he turned to head up the driveway into his home. After going inside, he slung his backpack off his shoulder and curled onto the couch. School had been exceedingly boring today. His history teacher, in an attempt to make learning more interesting, had given a lecture on the origins of Halloween. He was supposed to write something about where he thought Halloween had originated from, yet all he could remember from the lecture was the name of some guy called Samhain, who was some Celtic god or something. He shook his head clear of the thoughts.
“What kind of teacher gives homework on Halloween anyway?” He asked, to no one in particular. The dark furred rpw stifled a yawn, heading to the cupboard to find something decent to eat.
A couple hours later
The doorbell rang, once, twice, three times. Lykos, dressed in his costume, yelled down the stairs to his impatient friends.
“I’m coming! One minute!” He scurried down to get the door, where a group of rpws stood. One spoke up, a simple comment on the turning weather.
“The winter really is coming, it is freeezing out there!” As if to accentuate his point, the short furred rpw charges past Lykos, and huddles in the warmth of the house. The group bursts out laughing, and Lykos heads outside.
After wandering around for a bit, the wolves start their trick or treating. Some of the group members break off from Lykos, and at around ten o’clock only two of them are left. Lykos and the other short haired rpw.
They are nearing the outskirts of the town, and they can only see one house with lights on.
“Let’s go to that one, and then head back.” The path to the rickety house is worn and badly lit, and the canines glance warily around before heading to the house at the end of the path. The two walk up to a heavy oak door and knock loudly.
The rpw who opens the door has a frantic, panicked look in his eyes, and he sighs to himself before giving a warning.
“You should leave.”
Lykos pipes up with,
“Is this some kind of Halloween joke or something?”
The rpw in the house sighs, pawing the ground.
“No, just go. It’s not safe.”
Lykos flicks his tail in annoyance, and the other short furred rpw replies with’
“List’n, we’re just here for candy, so I mean...” He slowly creeps backwards before whispering “Lykos, we should go!”
Lykos backs away as well, yet sends a glance at the house before running after his friend who is already halfway down the path.
The two are just about three blocks away from the house they left in such haste, when Lykos gasps. “Uhm, I think I forgot something back there.”
The short furred rpw sighs, and turns to follow go find whatever Lykos lost.
"Well, it all went downhill from there."
Lykos looks away from the rpw in front of him.
"We kept on hearing little noises behind us, the crack of a twig, the rustle of leaves, and I swear, something was following us.
Flashback #2
“Crack” a loud noise, like that of a twig snapping sounds from behind the two rpws causes Lykos to spin around. He growls, then calls out in a wavering voice.
“Hello?”
“Hey Lykie?” Lykos turns his head toward his friend. “You know, it’s kinda getting late…” Another rustle comes from behind them. “I think I’m gonna go home now.” Before Lykos can object, his friend turns tail and runs. A few moments of silence pass.
Then as if on cue, a loud scream rips the air. Lykos freezes. Another rustle behind him. He breaks into a run, panic bluring his senses. He feels breath, hot and damp on the back of his neck and turns, to late. His attacker is upon him.
The heavy built rpw that is attacking Lykos swings, hitting the smaller black rpw. Stars swirl in front of Lykos' eyes before he collapses.
" I woke up some time later in a strange camp with the other rpw tending a fire. Some sort of meat roasted over it, and the smell was intoxicating."
Flashback #3
"Eat this."
The rpw tore a chunk off the thing roasting over the fire and held it out to Lykos. He shook his head, knowing it was a bad idea to take food from a stranger. The other rpw growled, revealing a large set of teeth.
"I said, eat it."
Lykos picked up the chunk of flesh, and bit into it. A cold breeze ruffled over his fur, and he swallowed the bite of meat. He took another, transfixed by the rich taste of the flesh. The other rpw watched, a smug smile on his face. Lykos, noticing this, dropped the meat. He felt a sort of pang in his gut, and glared at the rpw who had given him the food.
"What did you do to me?"
"Oh, I did nothing." The heavy set rpw replied. "Have you ever heard of the cannibalistic monster, the Wendigo?"
Lykos wanted to throw up. He stared in horror at the grease on his paw, yet already, he could feel something trilling in his veins. The urge to hunt. The urge to eat. He narrowed his eyes, the small edge of a smile forming on his lips.
Lykos sighed. His fur blowing softly in the air. The brown rpw infront of him whispered something softly, yet
Lykos knew instantly what it was she said.
"I'm sorry."
Themesong: I know I'm a wolf -Young HecticsPersonality: Lykos is very suspicious of most other rpws, thinking they aim to attack or hurt him. He tends to be antisocial, another side affect of his shocking lack of trust in almost all other paint wolves. This dark furred rainbow paint wolf is an introvert, preferring to spend his time in one on one contact or in very small groups. Competitiveness also runs in
Lykos' blood, and if he is given a challenge, he will not back down. This large rpw also has a very overprotective streak, and if he perceives anyone as a threat to his very few friends, he will do his best to take them out of the way. He holds a deep regret for what he must do to stay alive, and he knows what he is doing is wrong, however
Lykos cannot stop being a cannibal. Picture it like this:
Imagine being hungry. Very hungry. Not the hunger you feel when you skip a meal, yet gut wrenching starvation. Now imagine that there was only one thing that could stop this hunger, in this case, human flesh. Now, you know eating this is wrong, yet you keep doing it because otherwise you suffer excruciating pain. This is how
Lykos feels. If he does not eat rpws, he goes through pain greater than the emotional pain of being a cannibal.
Where does he live: Lykos has no permanent home, as he much prefers to be in the open foresf, however he will stay in abandoned buildings when hunting for his next meal if he is in the city.
Who does he prey on: Lykos, trying to keep a low profile preys on those who are drifters, those who wander into the forest he resides in, or the already dying rpws. One of the other reasons for eating thoose who are dying is because he feels so guilty about killing rpws who still have so much to live for.
Quirks: Lykos is almost always chewing on something, whether it be a bone, a stick, or his "dinner". He will also never makes eye contact, no matter what the circumstance.
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