ᗰYTᕼOᒪOGIᑕ (multi-lit supernatural creatures rp, very open)

(It's totally fine! )

Aurora ran through the portal, suddenly sick to her stomach. If her parents knew what she'd been doing, and had been able to track her down, who knows what else they had in store? She cringed slightly as she saw her parents waiting. Both were rather intimidating individuals - Tall, and stern. Her mother had always had a frightening perfection around her, straight blonde hair always flawlessly done, and with unnaturally unblemished skin. Her father was rougher, but that was scarier to her - He had the build and dirt-marked skin of somebody who had seen fights, and wasn't afraid to use his skill. And now, with both of them staring down at her with disappointed anger in their eyes...

"And indeed it shall," Aurora's mother replied. Her voice was spitting and seething with anger - An unexplained anger. Why would they be angry at their daughter continuing her training? Weren't they moving abroad? Aurora backed off to the side, too nervous to engage. "My husband and I will not allow our daughter to engage in the stifling activities of any society!"

Aurora's mother narrowed her eyes in obvious annoyance. She and her husband looked over at Aurora. "So?" She asked sternly. Aurora froze for a moment, clearly panicking. She'd been told all her life to do what her parents said, but now... Aurora took a deep breath. "I... I want to stay at the society," She replied, her voice slightly shaky, but unmistakably certain. Her mother gave her a glare - A glare that said 'You'll regret this'. "As you prefer," The woman responded, her voice tinted with annoyance.

Fang Wolfe // Male // Full-blood werewolf Alpha // July 8th, 1993 ((Age 24/25, But looks 21))

Fang is, as is the standard for full-bloods, is a staggering 6’3 and has pale white hair with shocks of silver mixed in. He has strong, tan skin and is exceptionally fit and strong, especially in his torso. He is clearly built to be a fighter, and his golden eyes seem to only accentuate the fact. He is quite a kind leader, but when called for he can be the meanest wolf you ever saw. He is also good at forging alliances with other packs, as he doesn’t want any fighting if at all possible. He moved to the area a little while ago and is now looking to strengthen his current pack of one ((whether that be from other wolves joining or from breeding has yet to be seen)). He is currently looking for a mate.

I can usually do at least two or three lines for a post, but I’m also not the most literate person so I probably will seldom make a very long post.

((If you are willing to do that, then it sounds great! He’d probably be more into a full blood but he’d be willing to be with a half blood))

[[Oh she's full blood -- half blood's are just humans with potential, basically, but no one can tell if they are a half blood unless they have a baby with a full blood and it's a full blood werewolf too, ya get me? 

Character is Elah Moss up on the front page.]]

(Sure!)

(Okay.)

Aurora blinked, slightly taken aback. She'd honestly expected the whole thing to just be a ruse to get rid of her parents, but... Wow! Well. She couldn't just exactly throw away this, could she? Deep breath, now. And... "I accept."

Desmond clasped his hands together then grinned, he then took her hand and shook it.

"Miss Mirren, I promise you, you'll never have another boring day in your life!" he said and then whizzed off down the halls -- he had a ceremony to plan.

He got the planning done in two weeks -- the date was set for three weeks from the day Aurora's parents came and oh what a ceremony it was. For Desmond and Aurora, the attire was rather boring -- his official robes of office, and her newly crafted ones. But for everyone else there was the competition of who could dress the best and brightest. The gowns and suits were marvelous -- crafted magical multicolour ones, ones made from flower petals and others from the elements like fire and water. There were ghosts at the ceremony, invited from their usual haunting grounds. There were packs of werewolves, mermaids swimming in the fountains and even a vampire or two -- the well behaved ones, obviously.


Everyone was drinking golden champagne served from flukes made from lily flowers. The hall was a huge golden chamber complete with chandlers and crystaline windows. At the top of the hall sat the eight masters -- there were usually twelve, but three had died recently and Master Smith was....gone. Desmond was sitting with them, waiting for Aurora to arrive -- then the ceremony would start.

[[@tobster100 You start. Be warned though, I might not be super fast with responses since we're rping a different style to what I'm used to, but that's chill I'll try.]]

Aurora paused at the entrance to the hall, peering inside. She allowed herself a little shocked smile - This was crazy! She'd never seen such an event in her life. Was this sort of thing normal? She certainly hoped so. She took a deep breath, entering the hall, her heart pounding. This was it, then...

Fang yelped as the female ran up and collapsed beside him and he frowned, looking up the way she came. He stepped closer and sniffed her scent, blinking when he recognized it as the scent of the nearby pack with the alphas he met before. “Okay then...” he murmured. Clearly something was wrong and she couldn’t be where she was. Shifting back to his human form he gently picked her up in his arms and held her over his shoulder and swiftly trekked back to his camp, which at the moment was a cave. He carried her in and soon to a nearby side cave he’d made into a den and gently laid her down on some furs he’d collected for padding on the cold stone floor.

@tobster100

Elah’s mind was a flurry of images surfacing into her consciousness -- her father, mother, Dekan murdering them -- all the blood, screaming and fire -- and then disappearing as if they were reflections in a puddle that had suddenly been hit by rain.

This continued until she woke up. At that moment she screamed, and howled instinctively -- as she was taught to do when she was in danger. But she heard no howl back this time...because she had no pack; the bond was broken.

But Dekan would still want her blood, and as she looked forward she saw another there. Not from her pack. But leader of another. He was short...but pretty, and hadn’t initially taught her that he was cruel.

But would that continue throughout time.

“Will you turn me over to him?” Elah questioned.

Sparkly

The whole hall was silent as soon as Aurora came in. Desmond looked on, particularly proud. He stood up and everyone else stood to the side, forming a pathway from Desmond to Aurora.

The masters sat back into their chairs. The chairs, all of them in a crescent shape, started to glow.

“Aurora Mirren, Daughter of Jane, step forward,” they beckoned in unison. It was a telepathic connection, accentuated by thaumaturgy of course. But it was still creepy in Desmond’s opinion. He’d thought that at many a ceremony, but now he did not care -- he was simply focused on the fact he was about to officially take an apprentice, for the first time...well, ever.


[[Adding Liam presently! Can confirm all werewolves live in Scotland. ]]

(That last bit was for me. You can safely ignore everything after my username.)

Well, that was creepy. Aurora came forwards, suddenly anxious. She felt like something bad was about to happen - Like the feeling you get before making a bad decision. She could half-remember something she'd read in a textbook once about bad feelings and curses, but who would curse her? It made no sense. No, this was just anxious excitement about the ceremony. She was sure of it.