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Please note, this RP is meant to be a slightly darker bent than usual.
Viewer discretion may be well advised.
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In a dark dungeon, a shadowy ritual was about to take place.
A torch ignited, revealing two man, one with a silver knife, the other one with a whip.
"I don't want to do this." the man with the whip said.
"I know, Gene...but it's the only long-term solution that we know that works." said the other.
The man with the knife took the lit torch off the wall, and started lighting a circle of candles.
The room now dimly lit, the victim on the altar between the two men was clearly visible.
It was a wolf, lying on the altar and held still by thick silver chains.
It had been blindfolded and muzzled, and so only could struggle fruitlessly and whimper. It knew what was coming next.
"See, Dom? He's whimpering." Gene said.
"It's just trying to fool you. We have to drive the spirit out of him." Dom replied.
"How do you know that this isn't Leon?"
"...We don't. But we can't take the risk of him running loose with bloodlust."
Gene stood deep in thought for a second, then suddenly lashed out with the whip.
It struck the bound wolf, causing it to wriggle and utter a silenced yelp.
Sniffing sadly, Gene struck again and again, to be rewarded with the muffled cries of a wolf in pain.
"I can't keep doing this." he muttered after a minute. The wolf whined in agreement.
"It's unavoidable. Keep going." Dom responded, although a bit shakily.
Another minute of the wolf's torture went by, then Dom stepped forward with knife in hand.
"I create a door! Leave through it, vile spirit, and never come back to reside in this beast!" he annouced.
Bending down, he gripped the wolf by the scruff of his neck, and made a cut with his knife.
The wolf moaned once and fainted, while a great wind came through the room, snuffing out the lights.
Dom opened a shutter, and the room became bathed in natural daylight.
On the table between them, still bound by silver chains, was the wolf.
"I think we're done, Gene." Dom said.
Gene looked at the wolf; it was awake again and wriggling its paws, causing the chains to clink.
"Hey Dom, I think Leon wants out." Gene said.
Dom bent down and took off the wolf's blindfold. The wolf blinked at the sunlight, then stared at him with perfectly human eyes.
"We're definitely done. Welcome back, Leon." Dom said. The wolf sniffled in greeting.
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A long, long time ago, when civilization had not yet reached the west, there lived a tribe, called the Locanth.
The Locanth always found itself in danger, for the land they lived in was filled with terrible, untamable beasts, and besieged by monstrous weather.
Threatened time and time again, the tribe turned to an ancient shaman, who revealed a great spell to them; the power to turn into werewolves.
Armed with this new power, the Locanth prospered.
Those of them who became werewolves drove back the beasts with tooth and claw, and when foul weather struck, they acted as beasts of burden to move the tribe.
The tribe of the Locanth grew larger, taking more from the violent world around it, when disaster struck.
An ancient elemental spirit called Sarilith had enjoyed seeing the Locanth being tormented, and grew angry and ugly when they prospered using their new gift.
Pooling all of her power, she laid a curse upon the tribe; anyone who transformed into a wolf would be possessed by a evil spirit, driving them to bloodlust and madness.
This failed to defeat the Locanth, however; they had discovered the binding effect of silver on werewolves, and used that to their advantage to drive out every possessing spirit.
So time passed. the tribe of the Locanth grew larger and eventually became civilized, moving to more benign lands.
They never forgot the spell passed down to them, and those who became werewolves always had the bloodlust spirits drawn out of them, before going to work with their power.
Time passed, and the Locanth were absorbed into the town of Lockridge, built at the advent of western colonization.
A few generations later brings us to today, a strong city that keeps the Locanth's secret, lycanthropy (although it's not much of a secret anymore).
Now, I must tell a darker tale... rumors have arisen, of some kind of cult, called the Lycaon Cabal.
People say that this group spirit away werewolves, for use in their vile plans.
They say that when the Cabal find you, they drive your spirit out of your body, like with one of the evil spirits.
Then they introduce a demon into your body in your place, and use your trapped soul to control the new creature; an undead werewolf with hellish powers at its command.
Of course, these are only rumors...we hope.
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Henry sat in his favourite chair at the telegram office, flipping through a kid's storybook.
"Once upon a time, blah blah, prince, enchantress, shapeshifting, blah, devil, et-cetera." he muttered as he flipped through.
He put it down. It was just the whole werewolf tradition repackaged for kids.
Everyone knew about the werewolves. They were the biggest secret in all the West.
Speaking of which...Henry shut his eyes and focused.
He felt his body changing, and when he opened his eyes again, his entire human form had turned into a wolf.
Raising his new snout into the air, Henry the werewolf caught a certain whiff emanating from inside the office.
Following it, he found a little hole in the wall, and could hear minute squeaking inside.
A few minutes later, Henry had transformed back into a human, laid a mousetrap in front of the hole, and was waiting patiently for a telegram.
*tackity-tack-tack!*
It had arrived. Henry leant forward, and started writing it down.
"Investigation underway. Lycaon Cabal not myth."
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RP starts here.
Welcome to Lockridge. This is a bustling town, in the middle of the American Old West.
The place is a bit different from other towns in the west, native and forign culture have sunk into the place quite a bit, creating an incredibly multicultural place.
Lockridge's biggest attraction is, of course, the werewolf legend.
Performers act out the original legend on stage, covering everything from the old stories about the Locanth to the werewolves hidden in society today.
Of course, people living in the town know that it isn't just a legend.
A lot of people are learning the spell nowadays; becoming a canine is a spiritual experience for some now, and a novelty for others.
But for the majority, they want to emulate the wolf warriors of the past, joining the police, emergency services, and community service programs, all to keep Lockridge safe.
It's possible that those people are the only thing standing between the town and utter annihilation.
Reports are coming in of fearsome creatures stalking the streets at night, with wolf-like shapes and nasty dispositions.
Known werewolves are disappearing, spirited away under cover of night, and the reports are slowly increasing.
The only hint we have so far is common knowledge and urban legends, about an organization called the Lycaon Cabal.
What is the Lycaon Cabal? All the urban legends agree on one thing: they're a cult of some sort, worshipping the elemental spirit Sarilith.
A group employed by the town council has been digging for information about the Cabal for ages, and they finally know; it's real.
Fields marked with a * are required.
Name: What's your name and surname?
*Nickname: What's your nickname?
*Gender/Age: Male or female? Old or young?
*Werewolf?: Yes or no? For what purpose?
*Obvious Details: What defines you in human or wolf form? Skin color? Eye color? Hair/fur color?
Appearance: Anything else about your appearance. What's your favourite outfit?
Affiliation/Occupation: What organization are you involved in/work for, if any. What is this organization about?
Home: Where do you live? Make up a random street, say where it's closest to.
*Attractions/Phobias: What do you like? Are you afraid of anything?
Rules:
1. Standard forum rules apply.
2. If you introduce a supporting character, limited godmoding rules apply to that character.
For example, if I introduce a villain called Thwop (I never will), the next poster isn't allowed to kill him off, although writing extensive dialogue for him or injuring him is allowed.
The reason for this rule is because, if/when I introduce a supporting character, I often have plans for him/her. I'm sure you will as well.
3. Werewolves can transform at will, and all of their items (excluding metal objects, like iron and silver) are absorbed safely into their wolf form.
When transformed, they take the form of a very large wolf, and gain the strength and speed of...an accurate measurement would be two horses put together.
When transforming back into human, anything they had before in human form (clothing, etc.) reappears undamaged.
4. If a werewolf is touching silver, they can't transform from human to wolf or back.
I know what you're thinking. Keep in mind that putting a silver collar on a non-consenting werewolf is a criminal offence in Lockridge.
5. Your main character isn't allowed to be a corrupt werewolf (that is, one with a bloodlust spirit or an undead one created by the Lycaon Cabal).
At least, not at the start. Make those ones the supporting cast.
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Name: Leon Wilder.
*Nickname: Leon.
*Gender/Age: Male, 19.
*Werewolf?: Werewolf. Dreams of being a hero.
*Obvious Details: Borderline pale/dark skin, complete heterochromia in eyes, hairstyle that doesn't behave.
Affiliation/Occupation: None, hopes to join the Lockridge Urban Rescue Community (LURC).
*Home: #17 Fisher Road, nearest to pub.
*Attractions/Phobias: Likes the color green, afraid of big things.
"I think we're done, Gene."
The voice woke Leon up.
...I'm still a wolf! Guess that spirit's gone, he thought.
He tried to get up, but was answered by the clinking of heavy chains.
Why'm I...? Oh yeah. Muzzle and chains, muzzle and chains, Leon chanted in his head.
"Hey Dom, I think Leon wants out."
That was Gene's voice.
Light suddenly streamed into Leon's eyes; Dom had removed the blindfold.
"We're definitely done. Welcome back, Leon."
Hi, Dom. Can't talk right now, I'm a little tied up.
"Hey, Dom, what's say we leave Leon chained up and go steal stuff from his bedroom?" Gene said with a smirk.
Don't you dare, Leon grumbled.
"No, Gene." Dom said, with a look.
"Can we take him for a walk, then?"
I'm not a dog.
"No, Gene. He's not a dog."
"He's a werewolf, close enough."
"No he isn't. Now unchain him, I gave you the keys."
Gene looked at Dom, "When did you give me the keys?"
"Right before we started."
"I don't think I have them."
Uh-oh, Leon thought.
"Check your left pocket." Dom said.
"They aren't there."
"Your other left."
"Not there either."
"Where did you leave them, then?"
"I don't know!"
Dom sighed, and bent down to unmuzzle Leon.
"Just wait a sec, Leon. We can't find your keys."
Leon barked, I heard. What am I going to do while I'm waiting?
"Just sit tight and wait, we'll find them in a moment."
The two left the scene. Leon tried to make himself more comfortable, but realized he was too tightly chained up and sighed doggily.
Leon listened to the muffled sounds of Dom and Gene searching in the room above.
"It's not here!"
"It's not in the drawer..."
"Why would it be in the drawer?"
"I was just checking..."
"It's not under the lamp."
"Why would it be under the lamp?"
"Why would it be in the drawer?"
"Did you check your jacket?"
"Yes, I did. They weren't there."
"Check it again, just in case."
"Alright, if you say so..."
"It's not here, not here, not here..."
"Found it!"
"Where?"
"It was in your jacket."
"Whatever. Let's go release the wolf."
The duo tromped down the stairs again, to see that Leon had shut his eyes and was snoring.
"Hey, look. Did Leon fall asleep while we were looking?" Gene muttered quietly.
A quiet woof escaped Leon's muzzle.
"I think he's just pretending." Dom replied softly.
"If he's asleep, can we leave him there?"
"Gene..."
"I know, I know."
Gene bent down and started unlocking the chains, to the great interest of a suddenly awake Leon.
"I'm done. You're free to go, Leon." Gene said.
The wolf got up and stretched...then turned around and headbutted Gene in the chest, knocking him to the ground.
"Hey! What was that?" Gene growled.
Leon growled louder, Next time, don't lose the keys!
"I think he didn't like your joke about stealing his stuff." Dom said, unable to hide the smile on his face.
Viewer discretion may be well advised.
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In a dark dungeon, a shadowy ritual was about to take place.
A torch ignited, revealing two man, one with a silver knife, the other one with a whip.
"I don't want to do this." the man with the whip said.
"I know, Gene...but it's the only long-term solution that we know that works." said the other.
The man with the knife took the lit torch off the wall, and started lighting a circle of candles.
The room now dimly lit, the victim on the altar between the two men was clearly visible.
It was a wolf, lying on the altar and held still by thick silver chains.
It had been blindfolded and muzzled, and so only could struggle fruitlessly and whimper. It knew what was coming next.
"See, Dom? He's whimpering." Gene said.
"It's just trying to fool you. We have to drive the spirit out of him." Dom replied.
"How do you know that this isn't Leon?"
"...We don't. But we can't take the risk of him running loose with bloodlust."
Gene stood deep in thought for a second, then suddenly lashed out with the whip.
It struck the bound wolf, causing it to wriggle and utter a silenced yelp.
Sniffing sadly, Gene struck again and again, to be rewarded with the muffled cries of a wolf in pain.
"I can't keep doing this." he muttered after a minute. The wolf whined in agreement.
"It's unavoidable. Keep going." Dom responded, although a bit shakily.
Another minute of the wolf's torture went by, then Dom stepped forward with knife in hand.
"I create a door! Leave through it, vile spirit, and never come back to reside in this beast!" he annouced.
Bending down, he gripped the wolf by the scruff of his neck, and made a cut with his knife.
The wolf moaned once and fainted, while a great wind came through the room, snuffing out the lights.
Dom opened a shutter, and the room became bathed in natural daylight.
On the table between them, still bound by silver chains, was the wolf.
"I think we're done, Gene." Dom said.
Gene looked at the wolf; it was awake again and wriggling its paws, causing the chains to clink.
"Hey Dom, I think Leon wants out." Gene said.
Dom bent down and took off the wolf's blindfold. The wolf blinked at the sunlight, then stared at him with perfectly human eyes.
"We're definitely done. Welcome back, Leon." Dom said. The wolf sniffled in greeting.
-----=====-----=====-----
A long, long time ago, when civilization had not yet reached the west, there lived a tribe, called the Locanth.
The Locanth always found itself in danger, for the land they lived in was filled with terrible, untamable beasts, and besieged by monstrous weather.
Threatened time and time again, the tribe turned to an ancient shaman, who revealed a great spell to them; the power to turn into werewolves.
Armed with this new power, the Locanth prospered.
Those of them who became werewolves drove back the beasts with tooth and claw, and when foul weather struck, they acted as beasts of burden to move the tribe.
The tribe of the Locanth grew larger, taking more from the violent world around it, when disaster struck.
An ancient elemental spirit called Sarilith had enjoyed seeing the Locanth being tormented, and grew angry and ugly when they prospered using their new gift.
Pooling all of her power, she laid a curse upon the tribe; anyone who transformed into a wolf would be possessed by a evil spirit, driving them to bloodlust and madness.
This failed to defeat the Locanth, however; they had discovered the binding effect of silver on werewolves, and used that to their advantage to drive out every possessing spirit.
So time passed. the tribe of the Locanth grew larger and eventually became civilized, moving to more benign lands.
They never forgot the spell passed down to them, and those who became werewolves always had the bloodlust spirits drawn out of them, before going to work with their power.
Time passed, and the Locanth were absorbed into the town of Lockridge, built at the advent of western colonization.
A few generations later brings us to today, a strong city that keeps the Locanth's secret, lycanthropy (although it's not much of a secret anymore).
Now, I must tell a darker tale... rumors have arisen, of some kind of cult, called the Lycaon Cabal.
People say that this group spirit away werewolves, for use in their vile plans.
They say that when the Cabal find you, they drive your spirit out of your body, like with one of the evil spirits.
Then they introduce a demon into your body in your place, and use your trapped soul to control the new creature; an undead werewolf with hellish powers at its command.
Of course, these are only rumors...we hope.
-----=====-----=====-----
Henry sat in his favourite chair at the telegram office, flipping through a kid's storybook.
"Once upon a time, blah blah, prince, enchantress, shapeshifting, blah, devil, et-cetera." he muttered as he flipped through.
He put it down. It was just the whole werewolf tradition repackaged for kids.
Everyone knew about the werewolves. They were the biggest secret in all the West.
Speaking of which...Henry shut his eyes and focused.
He felt his body changing, and when he opened his eyes again, his entire human form had turned into a wolf.
Raising his new snout into the air, Henry the werewolf caught a certain whiff emanating from inside the office.
Following it, he found a little hole in the wall, and could hear minute squeaking inside.
A few minutes later, Henry had transformed back into a human, laid a mousetrap in front of the hole, and was waiting patiently for a telegram.
*tackity-tack-tack!*
It had arrived. Henry leant forward, and started writing it down.
"Investigation underway. Lycaon Cabal not myth."
-----=====-----=====-----
RP starts here.
Welcome to Lockridge. This is a bustling town, in the middle of the American Old West.
The place is a bit different from other towns in the west, native and forign culture have sunk into the place quite a bit, creating an incredibly multicultural place.
Lockridge's biggest attraction is, of course, the werewolf legend.
Performers act out the original legend on stage, covering everything from the old stories about the Locanth to the werewolves hidden in society today.
Of course, people living in the town know that it isn't just a legend.
A lot of people are learning the spell nowadays; becoming a canine is a spiritual experience for some now, and a novelty for others.
But for the majority, they want to emulate the wolf warriors of the past, joining the police, emergency services, and community service programs, all to keep Lockridge safe.
It's possible that those people are the only thing standing between the town and utter annihilation.
Reports are coming in of fearsome creatures stalking the streets at night, with wolf-like shapes and nasty dispositions.
Known werewolves are disappearing, spirited away under cover of night, and the reports are slowly increasing.
The only hint we have so far is common knowledge and urban legends, about an organization called the Lycaon Cabal.
What is the Lycaon Cabal? All the urban legends agree on one thing: they're a cult of some sort, worshipping the elemental spirit Sarilith.
A group employed by the town council has been digging for information about the Cabal for ages, and they finally know; it's real.
Fields marked with a * are required.
Name: What's your name and surname?
*Nickname: What's your nickname?
*Gender/Age: Male or female? Old or young?
*Werewolf?: Yes or no? For what purpose?
*Obvious Details: What defines you in human or wolf form? Skin color? Eye color? Hair/fur color?
Appearance: Anything else about your appearance. What's your favourite outfit?
Affiliation/Occupation: What organization are you involved in/work for, if any. What is this organization about?
Home: Where do you live? Make up a random street, say where it's closest to.
*Attractions/Phobias: What do you like? Are you afraid of anything?
Rules:
1. Standard forum rules apply.
2. If you introduce a supporting character, limited godmoding rules apply to that character.
For example, if I introduce a villain called Thwop (I never will), the next poster isn't allowed to kill him off, although writing extensive dialogue for him or injuring him is allowed.
The reason for this rule is because, if/when I introduce a supporting character, I often have plans for him/her. I'm sure you will as well.
3. Werewolves can transform at will, and all of their items (excluding metal objects, like iron and silver) are absorbed safely into their wolf form.
When transformed, they take the form of a very large wolf, and gain the strength and speed of...an accurate measurement would be two horses put together.
When transforming back into human, anything they had before in human form (clothing, etc.) reappears undamaged.
4. If a werewolf is touching silver, they can't transform from human to wolf or back.
I know what you're thinking. Keep in mind that putting a silver collar on a non-consenting werewolf is a criminal offence in Lockridge.
5. Your main character isn't allowed to be a corrupt werewolf (that is, one with a bloodlust spirit or an undead one created by the Lycaon Cabal).
At least, not at the start. Make those ones the supporting cast.
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Name: Leon Wilder.
*Nickname: Leon.
*Gender/Age: Male, 19.
*Werewolf?: Werewolf. Dreams of being a hero.
*Obvious Details: Borderline pale/dark skin, complete heterochromia in eyes, hairstyle that doesn't behave.
Affiliation/Occupation: None, hopes to join the Lockridge Urban Rescue Community (LURC).
*Home: #17 Fisher Road, nearest to pub.
*Attractions/Phobias: Likes the color green, afraid of big things.
"I think we're done, Gene."
The voice woke Leon up.
...I'm still a wolf! Guess that spirit's gone, he thought.
He tried to get up, but was answered by the clinking of heavy chains.
Why'm I...? Oh yeah. Muzzle and chains, muzzle and chains, Leon chanted in his head.
"Hey Dom, I think Leon wants out."
That was Gene's voice.
Light suddenly streamed into Leon's eyes; Dom had removed the blindfold.
"We're definitely done. Welcome back, Leon."
Hi, Dom. Can't talk right now, I'm a little tied up.
"Hey, Dom, what's say we leave Leon chained up and go steal stuff from his bedroom?" Gene said with a smirk.
Don't you dare, Leon grumbled.
"No, Gene." Dom said, with a look.
"Can we take him for a walk, then?"
I'm not a dog.
"No, Gene. He's not a dog."
"He's a werewolf, close enough."
"No he isn't. Now unchain him, I gave you the keys."
Gene looked at Dom, "When did you give me the keys?"
"Right before we started."
"I don't think I have them."
Uh-oh, Leon thought.
"Check your left pocket." Dom said.
"They aren't there."
"Your other left."
"Not there either."
"Where did you leave them, then?"
"I don't know!"
Dom sighed, and bent down to unmuzzle Leon.
"Just wait a sec, Leon. We can't find your keys."
Leon barked, I heard. What am I going to do while I'm waiting?
"Just sit tight and wait, we'll find them in a moment."
The two left the scene. Leon tried to make himself more comfortable, but realized he was too tightly chained up and sighed doggily.
Leon listened to the muffled sounds of Dom and Gene searching in the room above.
"It's not here!"
"It's not in the drawer..."
"Why would it be in the drawer?"
"I was just checking..."
"It's not under the lamp."
"Why would it be under the lamp?"
"Why would it be in the drawer?"
"Did you check your jacket?"
"Yes, I did. They weren't there."
"Check it again, just in case."
"Alright, if you say so..."
"It's not here, not here, not here..."
"Found it!"
"Where?"
"It was in your jacket."
"Whatever. Let's go release the wolf."
The duo tromped down the stairs again, to see that Leon had shut his eyes and was snoring.
"Hey, look. Did Leon fall asleep while we were looking?" Gene muttered quietly.
A quiet woof escaped Leon's muzzle.
"I think he's just pretending." Dom replied softly.
"If he's asleep, can we leave him there?"
"Gene..."
"I know, I know."
Gene bent down and started unlocking the chains, to the great interest of a suddenly awake Leon.
"I'm done. You're free to go, Leon." Gene said.
The wolf got up and stretched...then turned around and headbutted Gene in the chest, knocking him to the ground.
"Hey! What was that?" Gene growled.
Leon growled louder, Next time, don't lose the keys!
"I think he didn't like your joke about stealing his stuff." Dom said, unable to hide the smile on his face.
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