the night is cold and has been long now for some time. the night is becomeing stronger as the day grows weaker. a long wolf walks this icey land, he has no home...no pack, and no heart. he is a white wolf whiter then the icey snow around him. but his eyes and ears are not, his right eye and right ear are blacker then the night could hope to be. his left eye is a sad sea green and his ear his a blood red. his size is something to behold, the size of a small horse, some would say. still others would say he was bigger then a human's home...but none dare go near nor find him. this wolf that can never die, in every pack they hear of this wolf. a friend of a friend in a diffrent pack has sen him...jump into the icy waters of the north, he will stay there for days. and then he will get out and walk off. not even a little bit chilly. he has been seen, so they have told, that he will face a poler bear.. and live to walk away. no scars evey one his body, but only one on his face. some say that he soulhis soul to the underworld, and that scar is his packed with "Him"...but still no one really knows as this white wolf walks the land of ice and snow of the north....

She stumbled through the woods alone. the thunder roared from above, accampanied by the flashing lightning. she jumped, running into hiding under a tree. another shot of lightning came, slicing through the tree as the ground around her exploded. she jumped, her fur on end, her legs already in motion before they hit the ground. fire burned around her, hot without even touching it. smoke burned her eyes and throat as she came stumbling through the trees. everything around her was covered by the black gas. even when it started to pour, it couldn't stop the infurno. she was trapped at the rocks as the flames approached like a demon to take her away. she turned around, seeing the flames as they approached, cowering as she held her paws over her head. she felt the flames scortch her fur as the fire surrounded her. she shreiks, howling in pain as it burns her flesh, seeing nothing but darkness and feeling the burning flames as they scorch her alive. tears ran down her face in fear as she fell to the ground limp, her body in pain. she was ready to give up, waiting for the burning flames to finally take her, howling in pain again. the young she-wolf awoke suddenly, her cries fading. she looked around, panting. the night air was still and calm. she looked up at the moon, it's rays comforting as her breathing steadied.

OOC: hey, aren't you there? I was waiting on you too rp some more with me and stuff)

OOC/ I'll rp with ya! A femmora padded slowly through the tranquil silence of night's obscurity, her cerculean eyes serene and wise. Her pelt was as gold as the shimmers that the sun sends across the sea at the break of every morn, and it glistened as it was caught by the pale moonlight. Yet not all of her coat was golden, for her ear tips, paws, and tail tip were dipped in white. Not only that, but she bore a fire-like black marking from her lower back to her rump. Muscles rippled beneath her magnificent pelt as she moved silently through the trees, shadows seeming to retreat from her presence. Suddenly, she halted, ears pricking as the sound of soft cries grazed her senses. Her pace quickened...soon, she came upon another femmora, who had apparently been victim to a nightmare of some sort. With a warm, comforting smile, the golden she-wolf sat down beside her stranger, singing a soft, soothing song to her. When it was completed, she spoke, her voice just as calming as her song had been. "Be at peace; there is nothing to fear now."

Quiet.. The only sound he heard was the sounds of his pounding footpaws as he moved, and so, he found himself alone as he galloped onwards. Where was he going? Only he knew, and for some reason, he didn't even completely know himself. He just moved, silently, onwards. He was completely black save for the two curving marks on his throat. They looked as though wings had been placed and outstretched there, separated right in the middle with a single patch of black fur. All the way downward, on his back was a white large cross shape, though instead of straight box ends, they ended in star-like tips, stretching downwards to the base of his tail and uwpards towards the tip. Foot paws were mainly white, while the front held two simple white swirls down the base part of the leg all the way downwards. His paws were a bit large, and had taken longer than normal to get used to with his travels, but that was just how things happened. He was born with larger paws and was uncaring of the fact that they would normally get in the way, namely with dueling in a pack. But being a free spirit, not belonging to any pack himself, he felt that he was safe and calm. At peace, even. His markings had been what had disconnected him from his pack, because to the tribes of the East they were considered to be a bad omen. He did not care of his fur markings, even when his parents would try to cover them with dirt and mud. It would only rub off when he played and then the cubs would be removed from him and he'd be left to fend for himself. Large ears would twitch forwards upon hearing a wolf's cry. He felt instincts compell him to respond, so he did, tilting his head back his lips would arch just so to respond. a soft, lonely cry would emmerge from his chest, one he didn't realize he had, and soon he'd stop, just allowing the others to know he was there, he meant no harm, and just passing through. To where, though, he still couldn't fathom, but he didn't mind. He loved to watch the scenery, and other packs as well. He'd met many western tribes that had welcomed him lovingly. He never did stay, but would converse and find out more about the land. He'd heard of an area that was quiet and peaceful, maybe that was what he'd been searching for.. Abnormally hazel eyes would turn back towards the beaten path he'd left behind, and his tail would flick slightly, "Maybe I should rest for now.."

((OOC: I am going to start this thing back up again i hope...)) You have heard of wolves that the Devil himself fears and that God condemes? Hades shall not take and that Zeus would kill should they set foot on Mount Olympus? Such wolves do excest and thus is where his introduction begins. Born to a wolf mother but breeded by a Demon, his fur is a Dark as pitch and black as the deepest abyss. With green and blue marking on the underside of his tail and blue on his chest and abdamon, this only begins to describe the hasrshness of this wolf/demon. For the face and eyes are the holder to this ones true intenttions and soul, eyes as deep an amber as tree sap and with green markings tracing his eyes and muzzle and with a blue jaw and nose line. A golden red mane travels down his neck to the base of his shoulders. Strong and deadly he stands on a ridge that over looks all that falls infront of him. He has traveled far and has fought many packs and tribes of humans, wolves, and demons alike but he dark and muscular body is scarless and not a single fault, except for one that is drawn from the top of his head the the base of his jaw line. They would say that that is the price to pay for having a father that is a mean as the Darkest Rulers of the UnderWorld and have the kindest of mothers that was the most Exhalsted Angel that god could possess. Independent and uncaring he is nothing like the mother that raised him but like the brute of a father. So He looks down at the forest floor with deep amber eyes and a lean and hungry look upon his lips as he drew back his lips to reviel his very large and very white canines, he released a growl that could rattle the very core of the earth. He could smell others and was courious to see who and what they were...