It seems the Moirai find amusement
in completely fucking up
my entire life.
When you get lost in the woods, you become desparate.
I found that out the hard way.
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Β Did you know;
Long ago, there was an old wives tale that talked about how if you drank water from the paw print of a wolf on a full moon, you'd be possessed by a beast and transform into one?
I sures hell didn't. What a wild ride that would be. I'd know, because I was the idiot that drank from the damn paw print.
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There's a lot of history, folklore and darkness that surrounds the Appalachian mountains. Which is what called me to them. I grew up hearing stories about the monsters that lurked at night, people dissappearing in broad daylight, and the witches that stole children while they slept in their beds. Never in a million years did I think I would be one of those people.
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Β NAME: Nesryn Brooks
PRONUNCIATION: Nez-rin
ALIAS: Nes (Nez)| Ryn | Runt
AGE: 22
SPECIES: Werewolf
RANK: Omega
HEIGHT: 5'6"
WEIGHT: 120lbs
HAIR: Ebony
EYES: Pale grey
COAT: Burnt brown on snout, ears, tail and paws, peppered black and white on the rest.Β
LOCATION: Appalachain Mountains (Currently Pennsylvenia)
PHYSICAL: 130%
MENTAL: 75%Β unstable
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β€ Accelerated healing: A broken bone can mend in a week, average cuts can mend overnight.Β
β€ Psionic resistance: Immune to telepathic manipulation.
β€ Cold resistance: Can tolerate up to 5Β°F/-15Β°C unclothed and -40Β°F/Β°C in wolf form.
β€ Hyper senses: smell, hearing, taste.
β€ Durability, speed, strength: A medium sized truck or SUV; can withstand being hit by one with little to no injury, can lift it, and match its speed.
β€ Werewolf bite:Β Omega Werewolves possess the deadliest strain of werewolf venom; not even regular werewolves are impervious to the bite of an Omega Werewolf.
β€ Transformation control:Β Can transform at will and can remain in human form even under a Full Moon.
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Β ~WEAKNESSES~
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β€ Silver: Can severely weaking or kill.
β€ Mortality: Still mortal, just agesΒ much slower and has an incredible immune system. She can still die of non-supernatural means though.
β€ Supermoon: Forced to phase at it's peak.
β€ Solitary: An Omega Werewolf cannot join a pack or any other social group; if they do they'll become incredibly aggressive and try to kill all members of the pack or social group.
β€Β Wolfsbane: Acts as an Acid if she comes in contact with it. It will induce involuntary phasing and will act as a poison if ingested.
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Esper is what she called herself when I first heard her. After my first shift, that little feminine voice echoed in my head. She said her name was Esper and that she was my wolf.
I thought I was going crazy, hearing a little voice in my head. Turns out, she's like a separate conscience looking through my eyes. With different emotions, opinions, even personality. I'm the forefront while human while she copilots, and everything switches when we shift. Esper taking control and I'mΒ her second conscience. We work as a team to keep ourselves alive, almost like she holds the other half of my soul. So if she dies, I die. The body dies. Everything ends.
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Malphas watched in bewilderment as Nesrynβs body continued to contort. She could not keep a form for more than a few seconds. How could she even think through the pain? He looked around briefly. There was nothing. The forest was silent aside from the young womanβs audible pain. She was alone. Whoever did this to her was long gone.
What did you do to me?
There was a look of pity hidden behind that mask. He had done far worse, but this time Malphas was not to blame. Had she summoned him for help? The thought crossed his mind. She seemed surprised to see him. The way she looked at him said it all. She was frightened and he was an unwelcomed surprise.
Change me back.
He took a step towards her, letting go of his scythe and allowing it to levitate behind him. βThis is not my doing. If I desired to turn you into an animal, you would stay that way. This is in your blood. Your body is fighting it.β He almost told her to give into the change but decided against it. A suggestion like that would only make her feel he was truly responsible for her misfortune.
As she continued to struggle, Malphas caught a quick glimpse of a stone around her neck. His eyes widened at the sight. How was that possible? Lucinda had the stone, didnβt she? Nes could not see the look of panic on the creatureβs face. He reached a clawed hand out at the stone but retracted it when the young woman introduced herself.
I didnβt summon you.
Why deny it? There had to be something else going on. Nes did not know the value and power of the stone around her neck. This was all a mistake. When she asked for his name, he gave it to her.
βMy name is Malphas. You summoned me with that.β He gestured to the stone around her neck. βWhere did you find it?β Did she take it from Lucinda? Even if she had, would the girl admit it? If she did take it, he would leave her to suffer. Karma is a bitch. He had no idea karma had already introduced itself to the little witch who had taken the stone days before.
He had no desire to tell his hew acquaintance what he was. It was not necessary, and he did not want to frighten her further. He wanted answers and now. It was possible she would offer the information willingly, but Malphas decided to throw in a little incentive.
βTell me where you found the stone and I will help you.β
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A visibly exhausted young woman stepped through a set of grand double doors to meet with her superior. She was dreading the encounter but could not put it off any longer. Exactly what was she supposed to say? Months and months of careful planning gone to waste.
She tucked a strand of her long brown hair behind her left ear and sighed allowing the set of doors to slowly shut her inside. Her name was Miranda, and she had been given an exceptionally important task by her superior days prior. She was to obtain an enchanted stone capable of summoning Luciferβs right-hand man.
Two women donning long black cloaks and black veils concealing their faces followed her inside. They said nothing, but the disappointment radiated off all three of them. They stood in the middle of a grand library the coven had spent centuries adding to. When Evangeline did arrive, she knew the errand was unsuccessful.
βLucinda is dead. We searched every inch of her home with no luck. She did not have the stone. She did not even try to summon the demon. I assure you Eva, we tortured that woman until her body gave out for good.β
Eva scoffed and took a seat on one of the couches motioning for Miranda to do the same. The two had been friends for centuries and had the same goal. There was no reason for Miranda to lie to her. Either they were wrong about Lucinda, or someone had taken the stone before they could.
Someone else must have the stone.
Turns out a forest witch had beaten them to it. A short stout hag of a woman with a propensity for collecting shiny objects stumbled into Lucindaβs cottage in the mountains and stole the stone along with an assortment of crystals just a few days before. All her new jewels were tossed in a bag and thrown over her shoulder without a care in the world.
She did not enjoy her new trinket for long. The forests were the home of creatures far more dangerous than a simple forest witch. Unfortunately for her, she crossed paths with the wrong one. The beast attacked her, slicing through the bag and her flesh with ease. The wolf ate most of her leaving multiple ragged pieces of clothing and bones behind along with a large pawprint. The stone remained lost for several weeks, until Nesryn arrived.
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Hopscotch. What a silly thing to think of. It was a childrenβs game where they hopped from one place to another. As fate would have it, the president of Hell found himself hopping from his office in Hell to the middle of a forest moments after the word left Nesrynβs lips. As if the sudden change of venue was not unusual enough, Malphas appeared beside a contorting body. He watched in fascination as Nes transformed quickly realizing that the transfiguration was not deliberate. She was not in control of her body.
Just a figment of her imagination.
When Nes opened her eyes, a tall figure clad in a long black feathered cloak stood in front of her. His face was completely concealed by a bird skull mask and there was a set of long black horns on his head. He carried a scythe as if the attire alone was not threatening enough. He was the stuff of nightmares. Fortunately for Nes, her new transformation would not prevent her from having a conversation with the stranger. Malphas could speak to any creature. He spoke as she rolled in the dirt desperate to wake up from this nightmare.
βThis is not a dream.β He could see the fear in her eyes. She was in the middle of the forest alone. There was no ritual taking place of which he was aware. How was he here? Had she summoned him?
βWho are you and why have you summoned me?β His voice was gentle. He was not angry, just curious.
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