Skeith Takahata II
Lesbian Anarchist
- Joined
- Feb 26, 2009
- Location
- Elsewhere
It had been nearly twenty years since her first full moon. Her aging had slowed to a crawl, and she only appeared a couple years older than the time of her changing. She remained unmarked by any pack because she bore all the signs of an alpha. The kind expected to begin a new clan, and breed the next generation. In other words, regardless of her female form, she was a hermaphrodite and therefore to be treated as an alpha male. That being said, she never once marked another wolf. Though there was something different about this night. A full moon hung low in the sky that night, large and amber in color. Bright enough to make all other lights seem insignificant. These moons were rare, a new wolf was to be turned. Which meant it would be chaos. Warring clans would each be fighting tooth and nail for the right to mark and adopt the fledgling wolf.
For Sybil Hatchet, this meant there would be a lot of casualties, both human and lycan alike. If she could get the young wolf to safety, and at least help her live out her first full moon, she'd be safe. She hastily dawned a pair of black jeans, and tee shirt, dawning a leather jacket over them. Her messy, short white hair, causing her golden lupine eyes to pop. Certain elements never faded after her change. Perhaps it was to make her more identifiable as an alpha. Her eyes were always feral. Her canines, always elongated and sharp, her ears tapered at the tops.
As she exited her small apartment, her nostrils flared, quickly picking up the sent of a newborn wolf. She had to act fast. This night would be hell on earth for the young wolf, and it would be best to spend it with someone who cared about more than obtaining a soldier. She swiftly mounted her motorcycle, and road out quickly in pursuit of the new wolf's sent.
For Sybil Hatchet, this meant there would be a lot of casualties, both human and lycan alike. If she could get the young wolf to safety, and at least help her live out her first full moon, she'd be safe. She hastily dawned a pair of black jeans, and tee shirt, dawning a leather jacket over them. Her messy, short white hair, causing her golden lupine eyes to pop. Certain elements never faded after her change. Perhaps it was to make her more identifiable as an alpha. Her eyes were always feral. Her canines, always elongated and sharp, her ears tapered at the tops.
As she exited her small apartment, her nostrils flared, quickly picking up the sent of a newborn wolf. She had to act fast. This night would be hell on earth for the young wolf, and it would be best to spend it with someone who cared about more than obtaining a soldier. She swiftly mounted her motorcycle, and road out quickly in pursuit of the new wolf's sent.