One on One for Jerzey. & King of Grunge

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The two wolves. The females. One raised in the pack. One weaseled her way into it. Sylvia Anders, the wolf in the pack. Rae Willows, the onewhip hates it. They didn't really know each other until that sorrowful day. What sorrowful day is that you may ask? It was the day that the hunters came. The day that their quaint, however quick lives were shattered. They were part Human, the beastly creature. Wolves were organized, special, perfect. Humans were the monsters that banded together to kill them off. They discovered a lonely village that was always welcoming new comers. They hid together, the sole survivors of an awful fate. What will they do to survive and figure out what happened?

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name

" Rae. Rae Willows.  "

The name Rae is from Hebrew descent, meaning Female Sheep. Willows is based on a cluster of trees. 

nickname

" Ha. Nice try. "

Rae isn't fond of nicknames, and will attempt to strangle you if you ever call her a Sheep or go Baaaaaa to her face. 

age

" Age is just a number.  "

Rae isn't sure of her age, but she is actually seventeen years of old. Born on April 18, she was a spring child and a ______. 

gender

" Wow. Really? "

Rae is a female, and fairly touchy about it at that. Never ask her what gender she is. 

the outer looks

" So much to tell, and I really don't want to. You can see me anyway. "

Rae is approximately six feet tall, due to her genes. Her family tends to be a tad taller or a tad shorter than most. Rae's isn't exactly that noticeable, but she is still pretty tall. Most of that height comes from long, lanky legs. She favors them instead of her arms. Speaking of arms, she is not a square. People's arms are supposed to be as long as their legs, but not for Rae. Her legs are so long, it's almost impossible for her arms to keep up. Her legs out-length her arms by a good three inches. Besides her arms and legs, Rae is pretty natural. A spine that curves in the right direction. Ten fingers and ten toes. Two eyes, two ears, a nose with two nostrils and a mouth. Nothing spectacularly weird. Her lips

contrast with her skin brightly. She refuses to wear makeup for quote: "I have natural beauty, and I don't need to muck it up with sh!t humans come up with. Tested on animals too." The wolves she lived with taught her that she shouldn't need to hide herself behind veils of lies and deceit. Lies and deceit means trying to change the way you look. 

Rae's eyes are a vivid green, hidden behind long and naturally lush eyebrows. She has to pluck her eyebrows regularly to attempt to fit into the human world, along with shaving all over. Apparently, she didn't know that hair besides the ones on the top of your head are gross and need to be gone. Well, too bad she can't shave her other form. Rae was gifted with a tawny brown head of hair, that is naturally straight. She learned how to do other things to it, but leaving it loose and natural is her favorite thing. She loves to go barefoot anywhere she can, so her feet are callused, yet still soft. 

personality

" Just meet me. I'll show you what I'm like. "

This Werewolf is a fighter, and a nasty one at that. She's also very strong willed, and rather close minded. If you can get Rae to open up to your idea, it's either an idea very similar to hers or you are extremely convincing. She believes family is everything, whether they're blood or not. She will do anything to protect the ones she loves; even if it means she dies. She tends to be less trusting towards men because of the day that those hunters came. Rae can be funny and sweet if she likes you, and cold and hard if she hates you. It takes a very short time to gain her trust the first time, but if you break it, she'll hate you. Until she forgives you again. If you par se, cheated on her, then she would forgive you in a heartbeat [okay, maybe not that fast. With a little convincing, she's all yours again.] If she finds out that you killed another living, breathing thing that wasn't used for food, you will be at her mercy. And she isn't very merciful. You give her the slightest reason to hurt you, Rae will. She hates people thinking she's soft. She is also very close minded about many things, such as sexual orientations, gay, lesbian, and bisexual's rights, animal cruelty, abuse, crimes, and murder. Her opinions are as follows; quote: "We should all be allowed to like whoever we like, no matter their gender. Animal cruelty needs to stop. Test it on those who murdered another living being, unless it was for food and/or protection. Abuse needs to be turned around so the abuser can get a taste of his own medicine! Murder? You should be murdered for killing."

history

" I'm not exactly perfect, ok? "

Rae grew up inside the pack's boundaries. She drifted, hunted, and helped watch the pups. She was shunned, unless they needed food. Rae was one of the best Huntresses in the pack. It was probably because of her human-like instincts. The problem with being in a wolf pack was that Rae always smelled like animal's common enemy; Humans. She couldn't wash it away, she couldn't drown it out, it never left her. She could smell it, it became so bad. She was solitary. A loner inside of a group. She was destined to be hated and taunted because of her scent. Until the night she first phased. Now, she was born as a wolf pup. Her parents were both Weres that made their way into the packs to avoid being hunted. As a wolf, you pose less of a threat than a human-wolf does. Her type of wolf's biology stated that whatever form she was born in, the opposite amount of children would be made. For example; if her mother had given birth as a human, she would've had four to seven kids. Instead, her mother kept herself as a wolf for the seven months she was pregnant. Rae grew up knowing she was a wolf, and only a wolf. Not a Were. Her parents never told her, and then they ran off, terrified of what they had cursed a young baby with. She was raised by the pack Healer, until the human scent was detected. Now, Healers are very superstitious, so Rae was branded as a reject of the pack. She never let it get to her. She proved herself eventually, but that night was a living h3ll. Rae was in the middle of a hunt, enduring silent taunting by flicks of the tail to her side; a deep insult, meaning you are worthy of only following me on your belly. She was treated like an Omega by the Omega for heaven's sake. Anyways, Rae had finally had enough. She sprinted

away, and in a flurry of anger, she had phased. Horrified by what she had become, she his deep away in caves and tree hollows. By the time she had returned back to the camp, most were dead. Rae padded through the camp, gently nosing through the dead until she found one that was alive. Sylvia. 

orientation

" Women are nicer. Screw the men. "

Rae is lesbian. She refuses to date or even like men of any sort. They frustrate her. After all, they killed her life. 

[Black Sabbath]

I'm still a wolf remember.

☾ Name: Sylvia Jared Anders
{I don't have a nickname, I will not accept one.}

☾ Age:: 18; no halves, not barely

☾ Background & information::
Sylvia liked women and only women; she's never loved a man and doesn't possess any intentions to do so. Rainy and cloudy days are her favorite types of weather and when the she-wolf is best at her hunting and various other skills; sunny and hot weather puts Sylvia in a poor mood and short temper along with wind and sand. However, Sylvia can be easily calmed by food and various confections and pastries, as well as a while at the stream or just a bit of music or a handful of beads. Pretty things, in short to say the least although she doesn't talk much, not feeling the need to communicate her feelings and basic thoughts to strangers but she will pick up a conversation with closer pack members like the wizened healer although no one else. Born as a wolf, Sylvia watched the human borders intently, stocking and taking note of the cruel treatment of their dogs and the bestial ways they interacted with each other disgusted her, and she stayed with the pack, accepted by the majority of the wolves. The pack is the only life Sylvia knows of and she stays away from her human form as much as possible to avoid the unjust rejection suffered by the discarded female wolf Rae. The stories the old healer wolf told went that Sylvia and Rae used to play once in a while as pups and despite further goading, Sylvia was left with that little information she couldn't even remember.
Around the age of fifteen, Sylvia shed her ranking as a simple hunter and went on to assume the role of a fighter, which included checking the boundaries as well as watching the pups, hunting still all inclusive on the list of chores. Years of this went by and after her seventeenth year Sylvia adapted to wandering off at night and when time allowed into the higher peaks of the mountains where everything grew more lushly and the mist embracing the white peaks imitated rain clouds. On a trip up to one of the caves scattered across these peaks, Sylvia was not around for the most part of the tragedy her pack underwent, destruction by the hunters and by the time the worst was over, Sylvia had returned, managing only to kill one of the huntig dogs before all the monsters vanished and she was left alone to forge a new life

☾Wolfen appearance:: tall and a little stockily muscled, Sylvia is poor at sprinting and the more dogfish appearance of her pelt used to make the pups tease her, calling her "dog" as well as "pet" and "husky" which hurt her feelings before she learned to accept the black in her coat.

[Black Sabbath]

Various rocks and pebbled clacked together underneath Sylvias weight while her paws dug into the moist ground by the river bed, she was on her way back to the pack grounds from her upper mountain roaming. The day was like any other, quiet but now it was deceptively so, few birds chattered and mocked in the high branches of the towering line trees and she hadn't caught hair nor hide of the small animals that ran across the fern covered forest floor. Only the rush and gurgle of water was the constant sound around her. Before the first bullet came, that was. It was a loud crack not unlike a whip, and the hideous sound bounced off the walls of the mountain peaks, spurring the large she-wolf into a panicked run towards her destination, her senses simply confirming that it was her home that stood under attack.

The closer and closer Sylvia got, the more prominent the sounds an scents of hunters became, dogs baying accompanied the snarls of wolves and the shouting of the hunters. Smoke filled the clearing once Sylvia reached the point of seige, her paw splashing into a marshy, warm substance and she smelled what it was before she looked, blood mixed in with the mud and the cold body of the healer wolf lay limp to her right, hollow thuds peppered the air and a hunter shrieked along with a couple of dogs before Sylvia sidestepped a snap at her foreleg from a chestnut colored hound, his white teeth clicking shut around her fur, and she didn't have time to react until another bite from the dog shot at her muzzle grazing the wet surface and coaxing a help from her throat, using her already open mouth the lurch at the floppy ear of her opponent and pull back hard, and again, harder. Squealing, the dog clawed at the muddy ground to run away, forsaking its right ear for safety before running off towards the hunters.

Now Sylvia stood in the remnants of her family, lumps of fur and flesh no longer there to console her and her gaze provided a small amount of curiosity. Unless those horrid men had taken a carcass, there wasn't any possible way that the dead pack was complete. Rae, it was Rae, the grey she wolf was missing and Sylvia planted her haunches to the cold earth and belted out a howl to flag her fellow werewolf over, the forging of a new life was now in order.

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Rae cowered. She cowered like a pup up in her tree hollow overlooking the wolf camp. She watched as a few of the hunters shot her pack mates right before her eyes, seemingly out of a cruel, unjust reason. As half of the pack's population began to dwindle, the she-wolf gathered enough courage fight. She jumped from her hollow, legs numb and paws tingling with each step. Rae started off at a trot, which developed into a jog-like pace, which developed into a run, which finally developed into a full-out sprint. Rae crashed through the brambles and twigs that reached out to snatch her fur from her very skin. The Were sprinted into the clearing to find only dead and missing. She leaned down to the nearest wolf, smelling a string scent of blood. She shut her eyes tightly, attempting to prevent tears. Rae wasn't sure why she was about to cry; they were never her friend. She padded around, nosing through bloody body afte bloody body. A grisly sight. She was constantly fighting off tears when she smelled a living, breathing Fae. She refused to believe it; her luck couldn't be that good. The single other Werewolf had survived. With her!

Rae sniffed and sniffed and sniffed, a new-found hope buried deep inside of her gut. "Sylvia?" she called into the morning sun. "Sylvia, where are you?"

[Black Sabbath]

Sylvia's dark muzzle snapped up into the cold evening breeze the wafted both the scent and voice of her missing pack member and her heart jumped into her throat, following the tone of the female until she nosed through the scattered pack and found her pack mate, nosing her over in search of injury before turning her panic stricken eyes to the female. "w-we have to leave, they found us." she said, but it wasn't as simple, it wasn't as shallow. they had to turn to their human forms and shed any chance of ever joining another werewolf pack again. Their only fate was to forge a new life. swallowing the sorrow creeping up her throat, her whiskers twitched in preparation of speech. "There's nothing left for us here, nothing good." she said finally, her soft palette clenching and unclenching at the back of her throat.

Black ravens already flew down from the tree tops to walk around the scattered carnage like little ebony coroners, however it was easy to differentiate a werewolf from a regular wolf- these remains would not be eaten by the forest animals. Werewolves stood as the unacknowledged guardians of their territory and it was a bestial sin the eat the carcass of a dead werewolf. Luckily these wolves had remained in their feral forms their whole life, and would not shift into humans after death, and eventually the bones would only be left in the clearing that would forever reek of blood.

Time was running short, the two female wolves couldn't stay and Sylvia rocked back onto her haunches, morphing into her human form for the first time in her life. Each wolf was given a unique form based off of personality, equipped with clothes and altered appearance figures such as piercings, tattoos, and most commonly hairstyles, the excitement creeping up her spine through the odd sensation was unshakeable to say the least, and the female scooted awkwardly to the gurgling stream through her transformation to reach the crystal clear water, guiltily eager to catch what her new life looked like.

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Rae nearly began to sob with relief. She wasn't alone. She would hopefully never be alone. In that single moment, her view on life changed. She could never be a coward. She would fight now. Never will she recede into the pine-hollow—metaphorically or not. Rae sniffed Sylvia's pelt, checking for any bullet entry wounds, and if she found any, she would look for exit ones. Rae stepped gingerly towards Sylvia, still horrified by the carcasses and blood. She avoided any traces of the hunters. Rae looked up at Sylvia's human form, very nervous about phasing again. It was painful for her, and she didn't think she could do it again. "Sylvia, I-I-I don't know if I can ... " Rae looked down guiltly at her snowy white paws tainted with the red color of war. Rae immediately regretted saying that. She shook her head feistily. As she tossed a glance over her shoulder to remind her that she had to. With the black birds circling like blackened Angels. With the hum of spirits hastily departed. With the pain and guilt she felt for not helping. Rae forced herself into a fit of rage. She began to feel her body contort. She struggled to keep her human form alive and showing. Rae eventually calmed herself down enough that she could maintain her humanoid self, and control it. "Oh, go ahead. Look at yourself. It's really cool." Rae smiled, and snuck over to the water, looking at herself. "Well. I'm a plain-Jane for sure." She looked back at Sylvia's bright and noticeable looks.