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That was the intention of not having anyone know him.
Also just to verify I don't intend for anyone really to know Niall until now.
Svan watched and listened to the excited chatter but as she stood up she heard soft footfalls in the forest behind her. She swung around, ears pinned to her head, white teeth bared and glistening as the jaws of a much larger black wolf closed on air. Snarls reverberated through her chest until she recalled that the amber eyes matched her brothers. She narrowed her own eyes as she looked at him.
'You could have warned me you were on this continent Niall.' She snarled telepathically to him. Their telepathy was particularly strong being twins, and thus covered a much larger range than what their little rag tag "pack" was managing at the moment. Her brother looked very much unabashed over nearly hamstringing his own twin as well as unafraid of the group of wolves she was with.
He moved towards her and attempted to rub his cheek against hers but she snapped her jaws at him. 'Mikhail, everyone, this is my twin brother, Niall.'
Niall was quiet, nearly as quiet as his sister could be when she was trying. He could hear the excited yips and barks of the little group of wolves she was hanging around with apparently these days. He thought she had given up all trust in pack life. There was a security to it but there was also many dangers that came from living with that many other wolves. This group was pushing the limits of social chaos it seemed. Generally he and his sister had a sense for each other, whether it came from being twins or simply family he wasn't sure.
It had taken him a while to find her this time though. They had been apart for almost two years now. Last time he had seen her she had run from a fight on the border of Russia and a small country called Estonia. From there he hadn't been able to find her afterwards. It had stormed and snowed and there had been a near complete white out. He had finally gotten wind of rumors of an odd colored wolf with amber eyes in America and had come to see if they were true. Apparently she had come here after that fight to lick her wounds.
Clearly she thought he had just left her or that he was dead. There was probably blood everywhere in the snow still when she came back to look for him. 'Svan, do not fret so much. I have been looking for you since we got in that fight in Russia. He then turned towards the others and dipped his large head. He was not and exceedingly tall wolf but there was no doubt about the muscles that rippled beneath his black coat. He had little notches taken out of his ears and scars scattered across his muzzle and face. He was with out question a fighter. 'It is lovely to meet you all. Even over the mental links most wolves shared Niall had an accent, an odd mixture of Norse and Russian. Svan carried the same accent only much fainter.
'You could have warned me you were on this continent Niall.' She snarled telepathically to him. Their telepathy was particularly strong being twins, and thus covered a much larger range than what their little rag tag "pack" was managing at the moment. Her brother looked very much unabashed over nearly hamstringing his own twin as well as unafraid of the group of wolves she was with.
He moved towards her and attempted to rub his cheek against hers but she snapped her jaws at him. 'Mikhail, everyone, this is my twin brother, Niall.'
Niall was quiet, nearly as quiet as his sister could be when she was trying. He could hear the excited yips and barks of the little group of wolves she was hanging around with apparently these days. He thought she had given up all trust in pack life. There was a security to it but there was also many dangers that came from living with that many other wolves. This group was pushing the limits of social chaos it seemed. Generally he and his sister had a sense for each other, whether it came from being twins or simply family he wasn't sure.
It had taken him a while to find her this time though. They had been apart for almost two years now. Last time he had seen her she had run from a fight on the border of Russia and a small country called Estonia. From there he hadn't been able to find her afterwards. It had stormed and snowed and there had been a near complete white out. He had finally gotten wind of rumors of an odd colored wolf with amber eyes in America and had come to see if they were true. Apparently she had come here after that fight to lick her wounds.
Clearly she thought he had just left her or that he was dead. There was probably blood everywhere in the snow still when she came back to look for him. 'Svan, do not fret so much. I have been looking for you since we got in that fight in Russia. He then turned towards the others and dipped his large head. He was not and exceedingly tall wolf but there was no doubt about the muscles that rippled beneath his black coat. He had little notches taken out of his ears and scars scattered across his muzzle and face. He was with out question a fighter. 'It is lovely to meet you all. Even over the mental links most wolves shared Niall had an accent, an odd mixture of Norse and Russian. Svan carried the same accent only much fainter.
Oh my gosh, sorry I haven't posted guys. I worked like 36 hours this weekend and had zero time to even look at my laptop. I'll type up a post here in a bit.
Name: Niall Alexi Vinter
Gender: Male
Age: 20-22
Group: Main
Personality: Relaxed and easy going, very goal oriented and sometimes is very one track minded.
Abilities: Strength, excellent fighter and hunter
Appearance:
Wolf:
Background: See Svan
Gender: Male
Age: 20-22
Group: Main
Personality: Relaxed and easy going, very goal oriented and sometimes is very one track minded.
Abilities: Strength, excellent fighter and hunter
Appearance:
Wolf:
Background: See Svan
Name: Niall Alexi Vinter
Gender: Male
Age: 20-22
Group: Main
Personality: Relaxed and easy going, very goal oriented and sometimes is very one track minded.
Abilities: Strength, excellent fighter and hunter
Appearance:
Wolf:
Background: See Svan
Gender: Male
Age: 20-22
Group: Main
Personality: Relaxed and easy going, very goal oriented and sometimes is very one track minded.
Abilities: Strength, excellent fighter and hunter
Appearance:
Wolf:
Background: See Svan
Svan peeled her lips back to reveal the set of cream colored teeth offset against black gums. She made no verbal reply to the younger girl, she would play at a later date. Tonight was for hunting. As she settled back down in her spot on the rocks she could hear Rhyle calling out to Garrett and Luca. They would be hear in a minute or two. She raised her head, twisting her ears searching for movement other than their running. She could hear several smaller creatures scuttling out of their paths but nothing large. She often missed the snow from her homeland. It was almost always snowy in the northern areas where she had roamed with her brother for several years after they'd made their escape at a young age. Packs were trouble. Always.
Unlike the others in the group Svan knew love, though her mother had died shortly after she and Niall had been born her aunt had taken them in. However, once her father had learned of their existence, an agile baby girl and a strong baby boy both with his brilliant blue eyes, he'd come to retrieve them from their aunt. Explaining he wanted to take responsibility for them especially if the boy carried the same odd genes he carried. Her father had taught her to fight and scrap and use what few advantages she had against the werewolf boys to the max. He had taught her to run, run for her life if it ever came to it and he had taught Niall how to hold off multiple opponents so she could run. He loved them, even if they had been an accident.
Svan shook her head a bit, clearing the memories from her mind. They would do her little good tonight amongst this group of people. They were learning to love though, and to be loved as well. She stood up and shook her coat out, ignoring Rhyle's attempts to get her to snap and lash out. They would be off and running soon enough. Never soon enough for Svan.
Unlike the others in the group Svan knew love, though her mother had died shortly after she and Niall had been born her aunt had taken them in. However, once her father had learned of their existence, an agile baby girl and a strong baby boy both with his brilliant blue eyes, he'd come to retrieve them from their aunt. Explaining he wanted to take responsibility for them especially if the boy carried the same odd genes he carried. Her father had taught her to fight and scrap and use what few advantages she had against the werewolf boys to the max. He had taught her to run, run for her life if it ever came to it and he had taught Niall how to hold off multiple opponents so she could run. He loved them, even if they had been an accident.
Svan shook her head a bit, clearing the memories from her mind. They would do her little good tonight amongst this group of people. They were learning to love though, and to be loved as well. She stood up and shook her coat out, ignoring Rhyle's attempts to get her to snap and lash out. They would be off and running soon enough. Never soon enough for Svan.
Nephriel If you would like I can post a sheet for Svan's brother if you would like more males in the group.
Svan wasn't like the rest. She had come from a generally loving home and a pack. She knew how they worked and their intricate spinnings. Her brother had been with her during her first years as a werewolf after her father died. The pack who had killed him had tried to turn the same fate upon her. It hadn't worked. Her brother had protected her as best he could while she ran. She didn't escape without a bite though. He had taught her not to resist, to enjoy the dual nature she now carried and it worked well for her. She spent much of her time voluntarily as a wolf. Because of this she changed swiftly and much earlier in the night than anyone else.
She lay on a small rock outcropping, her odd colored coat set her apart from the other wolves in the pack. Her wolf was content to wait for the others. It did not spend all its time cooped up inside a human skin as many of her group chose to do. The howls were beginning to rise all around her now. Two others aside from herself had already made the painful transformation. She could already taste the copper warmth of blood in her mouth and licked her lips. Her nose told her that it was Luca and Rylee that had made the change.
It made Svan a little uncomfortable that their little nomadic group was mostly made of females. They all tended to be slightly smaller and less bulky than males. Males were nice to have around for protection, that much she was sure of even if she didn't trust them. They were all back stabbing cowards as far as she was concerned. Her father had owned up to having children with a human woman. He'd found out a little late about her and her brother Niall but he came and retrieved them when they were still very small. Raising Svan amongst the pack as one of their own though she could no change and run with the boys she could almost always fight just as well as anyone in her age group. She learned to scrap and fight early and now she was no different. An old hand at fighting though she was still young.
She lay on a small rock outcropping, her odd colored coat set her apart from the other wolves in the pack. Her wolf was content to wait for the others. It did not spend all its time cooped up inside a human skin as many of her group chose to do. The howls were beginning to rise all around her now. Two others aside from herself had already made the painful transformation. She could already taste the copper warmth of blood in her mouth and licked her lips. Her nose told her that it was Luca and Rylee that had made the change.
It made Svan a little uncomfortable that their little nomadic group was mostly made of females. They all tended to be slightly smaller and less bulky than males. Males were nice to have around for protection, that much she was sure of even if she didn't trust them. They were all back stabbing cowards as far as she was concerned. Her father had owned up to having children with a human woman. He'd found out a little late about her and her brother Niall but he came and retrieved them when they were still very small. Raising Svan amongst the pack as one of their own though she could no change and run with the boys she could almost always fight just as well as anyone in her age group. She learned to scrap and fight early and now she was no different. An old hand at fighting though she was still young.
Aye, aye cap'n. I must've missed that part of your post.
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