A Strife Under The Moon

[Faint_Remnant]

{Melee battle. Don't care what type of human of breed of animal you are. No need for templates, just make a response.}

The sense of the air gave a light breeze to his fur. His hairs remained at a standstill, not rising as most humans would. It was what you would call comfortable. The moon steadied over his position, lighting the ground before him. The dew from the previous rain only hours ago glistened over the grass, giving it a sheer appearance of silver. Something he grew to despise. Galileo rested heavily upon a small rock, formed just well enough for him to call it a bedding.

Just as his eyes began to lie down, a sound crackled about a mile or so away. A small screech followed by footsteps traveled after the creature was a mystery. Galileo stood upright, eventually heaving himself through the brush after his awakening. Several shadows were seen through the woods, moving quite fast for whatever they may be. Unfortunately they weren’t fast enough. Climbing upon a tree, he fastened himself atop a tree branch. He now had a clear perception of the situation. A wolf was lying on its side, harmed to an extent of death. Two humans were nearing it, attempting to finishing it off. Attempting was the keyword.

Galileo lunged forward and tackled one of the men. His gun smashed into the ground and fired an innocent shot. The other man became wreckless with fear and only stood there not knowing of what to do. Galileo was a creature of fable and tales. No man believed in its real existence. To say you’ve seen a werewolf was unheard of. But it was their unlucky night.

As his claws tore through his flesh, he got up and fanged the second man. After finishing the two humans, Galileo quickly made contact with his breed. It was already dying. A gunshot wound entered a vital organ that led him to bleed a painful death. Watching one of his kind die in such a way, it would pent up his anger and rage. These types of events make humans wonder why they are hated and attacked at such a rate. These wreckless beings would be made to pay dues.

A howl was let out, for everyone within the forests’ radius to remember. An echo let go unto the night, waiting for its chance to strike whatever human Galileo would meet.

[Jack London]

( Never really got to fully use this character. Lets go. )

A wolf slowly walked through the forest, his extremely keen senses listening for anything and everything. He had a dark blue fur coat, with various streaks of bronze along it, standing a tad taller than the average wolf, with bright yellow eyes that seemingly glowed in the darkness. Muscles could easily be seen rippling through his fur with every movement he made. However, his most notable feature was the snow white fur that adorned the right side of his face.

He reached a small area where the moonlight wasn't blocked off by the trees, the bronze of his coat shining as the light struck him. There was a sudden movement of his ears, pricking upward as his entire body quickly assumed a battle ready stance. There were four beings moving across the forest nearby. Very close. He turned his head and caught a glimpse of another one of his own kind...or close enough. He wasn't an ordinary wolf nor was he one born of this planet, but he still felt a brotherly connection to the similar wolfish creatures upon this planet.

He was a Lupian, named Vianhart.

Apparently, two humans were close on its trail, attempting to kill it. With a silent growl, he quickly dashed foward, chasing the humans down. Humans did not exist upon his home planet, Lupia, but he had grown to dislike them upon his travels. Vianhart knew only of one human that he had grown to be friends with...and even he wasn't entirely considered human either. Still he pressed on, catching up to the humans in a matter of moments. The wolf had apparently fallen, the humans about to make their final strikes. Before the Lupian had a chance to save the wolf, the fourth unknown being had sprang out of a tree, making quick work of the two humans.

Without getting a good look at the being, he made his way to the injured brother, nuzzling his nose against the wolf's side. The wolf let out its last breath and died right then and there, his muscles relaxing, his heart stopping. A pang of sorrow struck the Lupian, as he let out a long and sorrow stricken howl. Simultaneously, the other being let out a howl as well. Vianhart's ears pricked upward upon the sound, thinking it was another brother. He quickly turned his head to look at the being.

However, a deep growl erupted from his throat, seeing the strange being standing on twos. The Lupian quickly leaped backward, staring at the being and quickly examining it. He had never seen such a thing before. It seemed to be some sort of a cross breed between a wolf and a human. Vianhart was at a loss for action as his glowing yellow eyes glared at the strange being.

Abomination! What are you?

Lupians possessed a great spiritual capacity and they excelled in the arts of spiritual manipulation. It was this that separated them from the average wolf. Vianhart spoke not through his mouth, for it never opened, but simply projected a spiritual voice onto the physical realm, for this being to hear him. He maintained a defensive stance, suspicious about this being, despite his deed for the dying wolf.

And so, two similar beings stood on opposite ends of a dead brother, beneath the moonlight.

[Faint_Remnant]

“Abomination, what are you?’

Rang in his large lycan ears. The sound resonated not from his brothers mouth, but seemed to erupt from another realm. It was curious and it seemed to be the main communication of their breed. Being half wolf, Galileo was able to understand his speech. The dire white wolf stood alone, bulging with muscles, as all of their breed did. Apparently, this creature thought of him as different, an abomination as he says.

“I don’t take too kindly to those who refer to my breed as different. We are the superior breed to humans and yourselves.”

Galileo was large in mass and size. Almost three hundred pounds in weight and over six feet, he would be a nightmare to most. An abnormally strong werewolf, his fur was coated in black. The moonlight gave it a rare color within the peek of its rein. Something that couldn’t be described in words, but beautiful. Shining its teeth at the fragile creature, its eyes resembled a bit of fear and confusion as to what Galileo was.

“Mind giving me a name and a purpose as to why your in my presence?”

[Jack London]

“I don’t take too kindly to those who refer to my breed as different. We are the superior breed to humans and yourselves.” The creature replied, arrogantly. Vianhart exmamined the creature more closely, seeing that he stood much taller than him and possessed an extra weapon in his arsenal, that no wolf or Lupian possessed.

Claws.

“Mind giving me a name and a purpose as to why your in my presence?” The creature asked, still acting as though he were of a higher calibur than he. At this, Vianhart growled once more, no longer wanting to see this creature alive and breathing.

My name is Vianhart, and I am a Lupian. He replied, proudly, his chin lifting up slightly. And I'll notify you on a couple of facts between you an I. We Lupians are masters of the hunt, melee combat, and spiritual utilization. If I truly wanted to, I can eradicate your entire phsyical shell to nothing within a single blast of but a fraction of my true spiritual potential, but I fight with honor and I'll show you just how wrong you are about me.

The Lupians muscles tensed as he began to walk around the creature, in a circle, maintaining about five feet between them as he did so. His muscles were as hard as steel, and not a single ounce of fat plagued his beautiful body. Your size in comparison to me is void, for my stamina, speed, and strength far exceeds your own. We are born warriors and it runs through our blood! So, strike me, you man-wolf! And you will know what pain is; my fangs at your throat!

Vianhart bared his pearly white fangs at the creature, still circling him and letting out a terrible growl, resonating from the deepest depths of his throat. The hairs on his back bristled directly upward, his piercing yellow eyes now glaring menancingly at the creature.

Your name, before your death, man-wolf?