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"We can't be seen here," she whispers moving in close. The leaves weren't much of a covering, her bright silver and green eyes darted to and fro.
"Relax, Khal, no one can see us." He answered, still whispering. He was ahead of her, tracing the moving figures from right to left as the crackling of the fire lifted the silence.
"Keeno, we can be seen, we just can't be heard," Khalilah reminded him, moving her body lower to the ground as he drew closer to the shrubbery hiding their presence.
They both stopped moving the moment a voice was heard. The Nordic woman stood up, swallowing as she took a fur off from her shoulders. She placed it aside, a daedric war axe resting at her side, the pieces of red glimmering from the firelight. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a long french braid that carried over her shoulders. She was unusually tan from her days spent in Elsweyr. She moved over to another side of the fire as she spoke in a faint, mumbled conversation with another Nord for the ears of the two hidden from sight.
"She's not going to remember us," Khalilah suggested.
"She doesn't have to, Khal, she just needs to go to sleep." Keeno responded, shaking his head and letting out a quiet sigh.
"I can't be a part of this, she used to be royalty, I can't go against what I stand for." Khalilah began to make her way softly, slowly, and silently farther and farther from the nearby shrubbery. She got far away enough, by a few feet, to be able to get on all fours. The werewolf slowly walked away, her black coat blending with the dark night and shade from the Riverwood trees.
Keeno's silver and lime green eyes were glowing, giving him away. Khalilah continued to move farther and farther away from him even though he didn't notice. Eventually, the two nords began to make preparations for sleep. They laid out a roll of fur, something for comfort of the head, and began to settle down. Keeno remained vigilant in his watch, and silent. He watched them yawn, stretch, and eventually they started to fall asleep. Allowing them some time to drift off, after a while he began to move through the shrubbery. There was snoring, loud breathing, and even some turning going on--they had to be asleep, right?
Keeno found his way into the camp, softly padding around on all fours and sniffing their belongings. Slowly, he made his way over to the blonde Nord. He saw what he was looking for right around her neck. In that moment he reached out to take it, a dagger pierced him in the side. The werewolf roared in pain, and then all of a sudden a black cloud of smoke appeared and he was submerged within. After it dissipated, it left a bleeding Nord looking up at the blonde woman who caught him. Her pure, lime green eyes bore deep into his silver and lime green glowing mixed orbs. Keeno swallowed, trying to reach down and grab hold of the dagger's handle. But, in that moment the blonde woman stepped on his neck with her foot. She stabbed him in his other side, and he gasped for breath as blood oozed from the wounds.
She leaned down next to his ear with her foot still on his windpipe. "I'm not going to kill you,yet, if I wanted to I would have the moment I sensed your presence when I was making camp. You understand this is sacred grounds, and hybrids were never allowed. Khalilah was right to leave when she was experiencing a moral dilemma. You're never going to get the stone, and you're never going to become pure."
She lifted her foot, and then Keeno gasped out with several exhausting coughs. "You knew we were here..."
"I always knew. Hybrids have a higher hit on my radar than purebloods do. I may not be Queen anymore, but that sure as hell didn't take away my birthright. And what were you thinking of doing with the stone?"
Barely able to speak, now, from the excruciating pain, Keeno muttered with force, "I--"
"You, yes you, are wasting my time." She replied, taking one of the daggers and slitting his throat. The blonde Nord sighed, wiping her blades clean and then putting them back in their sheathe. She looked over to her sleeping friend, and then she shook her head. Packing up her belongings, the woman mounted her horse and trotted off.
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BRIEF SUMMARYOF SKENDANORE: Skendandore is the name of a pack of werewolves. They are one of the largest packs in all of Skyrim. They have been around almost as long as creation, yet barely anyone who isn't a werewolf even knows about them. If one were to enter into the hidden werewolf population, the name is tossed around more than mead. Skendanorian werewolves are known for their bright lime green or silver eyes, it can never be a mixture of the two. They have significant speed and strength that easily surpasses the common Skyrim werewolf. They can communicate only with their kin telepathically. The royal (or alpha) wolves come in white with lime green eyes, but the common Skendanorian werewolf is as black as midnight with silver eyes. When in were-form, they are on all fours at all times and can be commonly mistaken for a regular wolf. However, much bigger in size, significantly stronger, and they still have the long claws like that of a common werewolf but instead on all fours. Skendanorian bloodlines come from birthright; they consider themselves a royal lineage because their beast blood is not something can be obtained-- it is inherited only by birth. Therefore, that is why they consider themselves "pures." Another thing to note, they have the ability to control their were-form at will--only after mastering control of the beast within through much trial and error growing up. Besides that, in their childhood and adolescence mostly the were-form is triggered by rage. They still have a weakness to silver. Royals (alphas of any skendanorian pack in any province) have extremely heightened senses, but Alpha Royals (Alpha Royals are only alphas of the Skyrim Skendanore pack) have not only heightened senses but also increased telepathic abilities.
HYRUNDE: Khalilah and Keeno are hybrids-a mix of pure Skendanorian werewolf and any other "breed." The hybrid has the abilities of regular Skendanorian werewolves (telepathy with other hybrids, not pures, not common werewolves; a lesser degree of heightened speed and strength; 50% more control over their were-form to change at will, but can never truly control the beast within and can be triggered into morphing by rage/full moon). A hybrid can take on unique characteristics of another breed, if there is any unique assets to the other half of that werewolf which can be very advantageous. Anyone who plays as a hybrid would have the option to choose Hybrids come in only black or the color of their other half. Their eyes, however, are split down the middle silver and lime green. It can never be a different color due to the Skendanorian split within them.
The blonde Nord whose name won't be given for some time is a former alpha royal (still is by birthright) of the Skyrim Skendanorian pack. There are multiple packs in multiple provinces, surprisingly. But there are royal alphas in the Skyrim pack, which is also the alpha branch, since the bloodline originated in Skyrim. She was cast out after a falling away occurred... which is also something that will be revealed at a later date. The Skendanore pack in Skyrim is not the same, and it has lost all connection with the packs in other provinces of Tamriel.
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PLOT:
The Skendanore pack of Skyrim's territory has been taken over by hybrids who are increasing in number. The first hybrid to ever exist was seen as a threat to the pure bloodlines, which resulted in a mass murder of many hybrids around Skyrim. However, more and more hybrids are popping up as "pures" keep leaving the Skendanore pack to protect their mates and kin. Eventually, time has passed and now the hybrids have began to form their own pack--Hyrunde. They were forged from a bitter group of now alphas who lost those the mass murder long ago. Just as Hyrunde grows, so does Skendanore. As bitter enemies, the two packs are trying to claim all of Skyrim for their own. Skendanore wants to reclaim what territory they've lost and eliminate the "disease" they think has plagued their lands. Hyrunde, bitter from all of the pain and sorrow of loss, wants to eliminate the arrogant Skendanore and create a clean slate as the dominant werewolf pack in Tamriel.
Please feel free to post character cards; this is a werewolf only roleplay. It would be preferable if you joined a side as either a pure Skendanore or a hybrid from Hyrunde. A minimal (1 or 2, more than likely 1) number of rogue werewolves not from either pack can join.
"Relax, Khal, no one can see us." He answered, still whispering. He was ahead of her, tracing the moving figures from right to left as the crackling of the fire lifted the silence.
"Keeno, we can be seen, we just can't be heard," Khalilah reminded him, moving her body lower to the ground as he drew closer to the shrubbery hiding their presence.
They both stopped moving the moment a voice was heard. The Nordic woman stood up, swallowing as she took a fur off from her shoulders. She placed it aside, a daedric war axe resting at her side, the pieces of red glimmering from the firelight. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a long french braid that carried over her shoulders. She was unusually tan from her days spent in Elsweyr. She moved over to another side of the fire as she spoke in a faint, mumbled conversation with another Nord for the ears of the two hidden from sight.
"She's not going to remember us," Khalilah suggested.
"She doesn't have to, Khal, she just needs to go to sleep." Keeno responded, shaking his head and letting out a quiet sigh.
"I can't be a part of this, she used to be royalty, I can't go against what I stand for." Khalilah began to make her way softly, slowly, and silently farther and farther from the nearby shrubbery. She got far away enough, by a few feet, to be able to get on all fours. The werewolf slowly walked away, her black coat blending with the dark night and shade from the Riverwood trees.
Keeno's silver and lime green eyes were glowing, giving him away. Khalilah continued to move farther and farther away from him even though he didn't notice. Eventually, the two nords began to make preparations for sleep. They laid out a roll of fur, something for comfort of the head, and began to settle down. Keeno remained vigilant in his watch, and silent. He watched them yawn, stretch, and eventually they started to fall asleep. Allowing them some time to drift off, after a while he began to move through the shrubbery. There was snoring, loud breathing, and even some turning going on--they had to be asleep, right?
Keeno found his way into the camp, softly padding around on all fours and sniffing their belongings. Slowly, he made his way over to the blonde Nord. He saw what he was looking for right around her neck. In that moment he reached out to take it, a dagger pierced him in the side. The werewolf roared in pain, and then all of a sudden a black cloud of smoke appeared and he was submerged within. After it dissipated, it left a bleeding Nord looking up at the blonde woman who caught him. Her pure, lime green eyes bore deep into his silver and lime green glowing mixed orbs. Keeno swallowed, trying to reach down and grab hold of the dagger's handle. But, in that moment the blonde woman stepped on his neck with her foot. She stabbed him in his other side, and he gasped for breath as blood oozed from the wounds.
She leaned down next to his ear with her foot still on his windpipe. "I'm not going to kill you,yet, if I wanted to I would have the moment I sensed your presence when I was making camp. You understand this is sacred grounds, and hybrids were never allowed. Khalilah was right to leave when she was experiencing a moral dilemma. You're never going to get the stone, and you're never going to become pure."
She lifted her foot, and then Keeno gasped out with several exhausting coughs. "You knew we were here..."
"I always knew. Hybrids have a higher hit on my radar than purebloods do. I may not be Queen anymore, but that sure as hell didn't take away my birthright. And what were you thinking of doing with the stone?"
Barely able to speak, now, from the excruciating pain, Keeno muttered with force, "I--"
"You, yes you, are wasting my time." She replied, taking one of the daggers and slitting his throat. The blonde Nord sighed, wiping her blades clean and then putting them back in their sheathe. She looked over to her sleeping friend, and then she shook her head. Packing up her belongings, the woman mounted her horse and trotted off.
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BRIEF SUMMARYOF SKENDANORE: Skendandore is the name of a pack of werewolves. They are one of the largest packs in all of Skyrim. They have been around almost as long as creation, yet barely anyone who isn't a werewolf even knows about them. If one were to enter into the hidden werewolf population, the name is tossed around more than mead. Skendanorian werewolves are known for their bright lime green or silver eyes, it can never be a mixture of the two. They have significant speed and strength that easily surpasses the common Skyrim werewolf. They can communicate only with their kin telepathically. The royal (or alpha) wolves come in white with lime green eyes, but the common Skendanorian werewolf is as black as midnight with silver eyes. When in were-form, they are on all fours at all times and can be commonly mistaken for a regular wolf. However, much bigger in size, significantly stronger, and they still have the long claws like that of a common werewolf but instead on all fours. Skendanorian bloodlines come from birthright; they consider themselves a royal lineage because their beast blood is not something can be obtained-- it is inherited only by birth. Therefore, that is why they consider themselves "pures." Another thing to note, they have the ability to control their were-form at will--only after mastering control of the beast within through much trial and error growing up. Besides that, in their childhood and adolescence mostly the were-form is triggered by rage. They still have a weakness to silver. Royals (alphas of any skendanorian pack in any province) have extremely heightened senses, but Alpha Royals (Alpha Royals are only alphas of the Skyrim Skendanore pack) have not only heightened senses but also increased telepathic abilities.
HYRUNDE: Khalilah and Keeno are hybrids-a mix of pure Skendanorian werewolf and any other "breed." The hybrid has the abilities of regular Skendanorian werewolves (telepathy with other hybrids, not pures, not common werewolves; a lesser degree of heightened speed and strength; 50% more control over their were-form to change at will, but can never truly control the beast within and can be triggered into morphing by rage/full moon). A hybrid can take on unique characteristics of another breed, if there is any unique assets to the other half of that werewolf which can be very advantageous. Anyone who plays as a hybrid would have the option to choose Hybrids come in only black or the color of their other half. Their eyes, however, are split down the middle silver and lime green. It can never be a different color due to the Skendanorian split within them.
The blonde Nord whose name won't be given for some time is a former alpha royal (still is by birthright) of the Skyrim Skendanorian pack. There are multiple packs in multiple provinces, surprisingly. But there are royal alphas in the Skyrim pack, which is also the alpha branch, since the bloodline originated in Skyrim. She was cast out after a falling away occurred... which is also something that will be revealed at a later date. The Skendanore pack in Skyrim is not the same, and it has lost all connection with the packs in other provinces of Tamriel.
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PLOT:
The Skendanore pack of Skyrim's territory has been taken over by hybrids who are increasing in number. The first hybrid to ever exist was seen as a threat to the pure bloodlines, which resulted in a mass murder of many hybrids around Skyrim. However, more and more hybrids are popping up as "pures" keep leaving the Skendanore pack to protect their mates and kin. Eventually, time has passed and now the hybrids have began to form their own pack--Hyrunde. They were forged from a bitter group of now alphas who lost those the mass murder long ago. Just as Hyrunde grows, so does Skendanore. As bitter enemies, the two packs are trying to claim all of Skyrim for their own. Skendanore wants to reclaim what territory they've lost and eliminate the "disease" they think has plagued their lands. Hyrunde, bitter from all of the pain and sorrow of loss, wants to eliminate the arrogant Skendanore and create a clean slate as the dominant werewolf pack in Tamriel.
Please feel free to post character cards; this is a werewolf only roleplay. It would be preferable if you joined a side as either a pure Skendanore or a hybrid from Hyrunde. A minimal (1 or 2, more than likely 1) number of rogue werewolves not from either pack can join.