[hider=RP Preferences]
So, basically what I'm looking for is a small group of people who can post once a day (or more if you want) and a couple paragraphs at a time... I'm not putting this in advance because I don't really feel like holding THAT high of a standard. I fall back and forth in my post lengths, I expect you to and I'm not nearly that strict on grammar and stuff so long as I can read it and you attempt capitalization and punctuation that's all I care about. Once I have a few people for the main group, you can branch off if you want and play one of the mutt group, part of the Pack, or a random lone mutt... Right now though, I'm only looking for members for the main mutt group. We'll worry with those who want to have more than one character later, after the play is established. ^_^

Depending on how quickly or slowly things progress, we may or may not end up with a posting order... If things go too quickly and it seems like people are being left behind then I'll put up a posting order according to who seems to be posting the fastest to the slowest. If we're going slowly enough so that everyone is getting a chance to post then I'll leave it to you guys to post as you like. If you don't reply within a week, you're out and I'll take over your character until I can explain their disappearance. That's just so the play doesn't get stuck... Like I said, I am hoping for at least a post a day... if I'm not getting that I'm pretty understanding but after a week I think it's understandable for me to move on so I don't lose other players. You're welcome to come back if something changes and you feel you can post more often.

Fighting... well... this should be obvious but no god-modding. If I feel someone is god-modding I will roll dice to decide who wins. If you disagree with the outcome and argue with me, I reserve the right as GM to promptly kill your character by spawning a car to fall on them from the sky. If your character dies and you want to play as another let me know... I'm pretty cool about things like that. If you don't want to have to play another character I suggest either picking your fights wisely or not fighting at all. :P

Other than that... Have a good time and help others do the same, don't be afraid to offer up some plot twists either... I like players who help drive an rp. Don't be a spoil sport, sore loser, sympathy drainer, or an attention grabber who gets whiney when your character isn't center of the universe in every post... I hate that. If your character gets passed by another, ignored on occasion by a certain character, or someone's character is outright rude to yours take it like a pro and accept that it's their character... Don't make it personal. If I feel that it IS personal or it is brought to my attention that such things are becoming excessive and outside the explainable bounds of play, I will squash them... or you... depending on the one making it personal, with divine retribution... No but really.... I'll kick you from the rp. That stuff ruins it for everyone...

Edit: For those who will probably ask... Yes, you can be a female werewolf... I just don't want tons of them as they're rare.

Also, because I'm desperate... PLEASE SOMEONE PLAY THIS WITH MEEEEE!!! [/hider]

It always started the same way, irritability and mood swings... a fever. Then came the chills up and down my spine, the shaking in my legs, and the sensation of bees under my skin. No matter how much I ate I stayed hungry and the urge to be doing something, anything, so long as I was moving became unbarable. All of it only built and built until it reached the peak during the full moon and even my thoughts got hazy. Usually, I could Change at will or choose not to. Usually, I had control over my other side. The full moon was the one time where I didn't have a choice... and the one time I didn't have control... That scared me.

Ironically, though I've always been what I am and I'd always suffered from the fevers, hunger, and irritability around the full moon... I'd never actually gone through a Change until recently. See, females of my kind are a bit of a rarity. As a rule, human women don't survive being bitten and Changed... The strain is too much on the mind and body, even men die on occassion. Before me, only ONE female had ever survived the Change. Her case was an odd one, she'd been a survivor... An orphan jumping from one abusive home to the next, who had learned to overcome being a victim. She'd been in peak physical condition, mentally and emotionally strong, and the one who had bitten her had also been a bit... strange for our kind. He was an orphaned male werewolf who had spent most of his life living in the marshes of the bayou, and had gone through his first change as a pre-pubecent child... also unheard of in our world. So, it was chalked up to odd circumstance... a combonation that would probably never happen again.

Later though, through the help of the lore the Ijiraat had collected (a type of shifter) the pack discovered some answers to their mystery... According to the Ijiraat, it was likely that the male's parents had BOTH been werewolves, it was also likely that the woman's father had been a mutt who'd been living among humans and trying to blend in. Eventually, they had twins... a boy and a girl. Both of their children were werewolves and the both had gone through their first Changes young. I'm like the woman... I'd had a mutt father, a passing salesman if you will, I didn't know his name and neither did my mother since it had been a one night stand... One of many. I'd gone through most of my life not knowing what I was or why I seemed to always get sick around the full moon... Not until I'd been bitten. Like the woman, I'd survived... barely.

A group of mutts, nonpack werewolves, had taken me in. Normally, mutts don't run together. They're loners and usually troublemakers who don't like following Pack rules, but this group was different. The only reason they are mutts is because they don't feel like settling down and joining Pack life... Recently, however, there have been deaths following us wherever we go, half eaten bodies. Someone is trying to frame us for man-killing... someone with a vendetta. Now, the Pack is hunting us down as any possible risk to the secret of our kind's existance is a crime punishable by death... If my little group doesn't soon find out who is causing the deaths we may face full on war with the Pack, an outcome no one wants.

The Change was on me now, cutting off my thoughts of the Pack and pretty much everything else. The pain was intense, bones compressing as muscle and tendons rearranged themselves... Fur sprouted along the body as I fell to my hands and knees, spine elongating to a tail and joints popping and snapping as my body twisted and arched in ways human bodies can't... My vision danced and faded in and out as my eyes changed to see as a wolf sees... different hues and colors. A gargled sound of pain escaped my lips as my skull elongated, sprouting a muzzle... Soon came the change in nose and ears, hands and feet, skin feeling like it was being torn to bits... and then it was over. The whole process took maybe fifteen minutes if you did it often enough and had enough energy. If you were tired and hadn't done it in a while it could take up to an hour of stopping and starting over and over and unimaginable pain. The only good thing about the Change was that once it was done and the pain faded, the endorphins from finally being DONE with the pain and the adrenaline of the experience flooded you making the searing pain a delicious ache that made you want to RUN.

Forgetting the troubles of the day, I tilted my head back and howled... answering cries of MY pack sang back to me from all around the woods, and then we were running.