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ThomasRHellsing
Pulsar
- Joined
- Sep 18, 2011
- Location
- Hell ((2nd Circle))
Thomas "Blood Fang" Hellsing was a young pack master, at 16 he was one of the youngest in clan history. He was also a cursed one, with silvery white hair. His black, brown, and red haired brethren should have been disgraced to follow him. Stead they all but worshiped him. The young leader had proven his ills a dozen times over, and the fact he punished those who denied his orders harshly didn't hurt.
The old leader, Thomas "Wise One" Hellsing had been a great leader. However when a war had erupted with the were cougars that had been enemies for many generations of the Hellsing pack, the Pack Master had lost his let eye, left arm, and right leg to a dozen cougars, even after killing half of them. The old leader still clung to life, but he'd been broken and the wolves had paid the price from the lack of leadership. Blood Fang, previously Little Fang had gotten tired of his people ignoring his strategies, and thus in one night had killed every Cougar on the mountain. He'd done so my using the man's tools as much as the Wolf's. Molotov's tossed into and onto the Cougar's stills and cabins. A browning belt fed water cooled machine gun line up had torn into the cougars then women children and warriors alike fell to the lead death. Of course that wasn't' enough to kill them but between fire and multiple around to the spine they were in no condition to fight as the future pack master had shifted and ripped into them With the numbers decimated the Cougars issues a formal challenge which Blood Fangs had met. Meeting the last dozen Cougar warriors in singe combat, and destroying them The women and few surviving children met their deaths at his fangs. He'd earned the name blood fang when he returned to the Wolf's camp covered head to caw in the Cougar' life blood. A dozen new scars on his body, but still proud and strong. The remaining females had washed him the bandaged him and mated with him as a sign of respect. Most of the older members of the pack were wiling to submit because of his lineage and the lengths he'd gone too. None dared to stand before him and challenge him as pack master.
The pack needed new fertile women, and a net generation. The war had cost many cubs and children. Also most of the older men had die and the pack's ability to hod it's hand had been questioned. So Thomas had decided and the pack had agreed to open their lands. Any wolf to fit certain criteria were met by council members and given a more precise location. Only a very few were turned away, ones who had broken the mot heinous laws an rules.
Thomas was excited for today, he'd called in his people from the stills, fields, and farms to meet the new people. A dozen delue R.V.s sat ready to be moved into. The Pack lived all over the mountain, massive fields and farms grew their food, meat was provided by cattle and also the Hunters. Fish were also gathered typically by women who were not working the farms. A fair share of the food gathering and preparation were done by Wolf Speakers, or humans who owed the Wolves a great debt. Potential men and women who wished to be turned. 40 percent of wolves could not control the change, and became similar to their natural counter parts when it occurred. 40 percent who could control the change were stronger or weaker depending on the moon. Ten percent were "Naturals" being who upon turning became one with the wolf and lost the ability to become humans, larger and tougher these wolves tended to be similar to their natural counter parts except smarter and capable of communication. However, the final 10 percent of the wolf population were the rarest. Wolves who were naturals, but at the same time could control the shift, and control the wolf as one of them. These "Alpha Omega" wolves were feared and respected since even if they were not a Pack's Alpha and thus didn't' gain strength from the entire pack they were as strong as either of the 40% types of Alpha. Thomas was one of the Alpha Omega wolves, and thus any wolf who got close would feel a need to bow even if they weren't bound to the pack yet. The young leader however, wasn't seeing to dominate any other wolves and thus the pull would be minimal unless the person was fighting the wolf.
Thomas sighed as he looked around the camp site smelled of nature and gasoline. A dozen wolves and Naturals moved with him, while around 30 wolves and naturals that had assembled "played" around the camp site in the mud. A dozen massive elk and buck rotated over a fire. Women scantily clad showing off what the men would get if they dominated the, while the men compared stories of hunting or defending their territory. The pack made money from moon shine marijuana and cloth selling They also allowed the occasional arms dealer to use their land, and sold bullets to a few of the local gun smugglers. Some of the pack worked away from the maintain but not many.
Thomas himself moved towards the parking lot, their new members would be arriving via old school bus soon. The sun caught the sleeveless leather coat he wore, the back an sides going down to his ankles. Well worn wrangler jeans on his lower half leading to combat boots, with steel toes. A bowie knife in each boot and a Colt single action army behind his back. A Toma hawk trapped to his left thigh, with a Mac 10 to his right. His right eye a dark blue hiss left an ice blue three claw scars going down it. He had a dozen cars on his arms from the war and another dozen on his chest including teeth mars deep into his shoulder. However they were well healed by now. His body's build only added to the look of a warrior thick and muscular like a swimmer he was strong but built in a way for speed as well. His silvery white hair brushed back, and kept in an elaborately braided pony tail. The final detail was a pair of fingerless after the second knuckle leather gloves and the claws on each finger a sign of someone who was very in touch with the wolf. Thomas smiled a he wondered who the new pack members would be and what they'd be like.
The old leader, Thomas "Wise One" Hellsing had been a great leader. However when a war had erupted with the were cougars that had been enemies for many generations of the Hellsing pack, the Pack Master had lost his let eye, left arm, and right leg to a dozen cougars, even after killing half of them. The old leader still clung to life, but he'd been broken and the wolves had paid the price from the lack of leadership. Blood Fang, previously Little Fang had gotten tired of his people ignoring his strategies, and thus in one night had killed every Cougar on the mountain. He'd done so my using the man's tools as much as the Wolf's. Molotov's tossed into and onto the Cougar's stills and cabins. A browning belt fed water cooled machine gun line up had torn into the cougars then women children and warriors alike fell to the lead death. Of course that wasn't' enough to kill them but between fire and multiple around to the spine they were in no condition to fight as the future pack master had shifted and ripped into them With the numbers decimated the Cougars issues a formal challenge which Blood Fangs had met. Meeting the last dozen Cougar warriors in singe combat, and destroying them The women and few surviving children met their deaths at his fangs. He'd earned the name blood fang when he returned to the Wolf's camp covered head to caw in the Cougar' life blood. A dozen new scars on his body, but still proud and strong. The remaining females had washed him the bandaged him and mated with him as a sign of respect. Most of the older members of the pack were wiling to submit because of his lineage and the lengths he'd gone too. None dared to stand before him and challenge him as pack master.
The pack needed new fertile women, and a net generation. The war had cost many cubs and children. Also most of the older men had die and the pack's ability to hod it's hand had been questioned. So Thomas had decided and the pack had agreed to open their lands. Any wolf to fit certain criteria were met by council members and given a more precise location. Only a very few were turned away, ones who had broken the mot heinous laws an rules.
Thomas was excited for today, he'd called in his people from the stills, fields, and farms to meet the new people. A dozen delue R.V.s sat ready to be moved into. The Pack lived all over the mountain, massive fields and farms grew their food, meat was provided by cattle and also the Hunters. Fish were also gathered typically by women who were not working the farms. A fair share of the food gathering and preparation were done by Wolf Speakers, or humans who owed the Wolves a great debt. Potential men and women who wished to be turned. 40 percent of wolves could not control the change, and became similar to their natural counter parts when it occurred. 40 percent who could control the change were stronger or weaker depending on the moon. Ten percent were "Naturals" being who upon turning became one with the wolf and lost the ability to become humans, larger and tougher these wolves tended to be similar to their natural counter parts except smarter and capable of communication. However, the final 10 percent of the wolf population were the rarest. Wolves who were naturals, but at the same time could control the shift, and control the wolf as one of them. These "Alpha Omega" wolves were feared and respected since even if they were not a Pack's Alpha and thus didn't' gain strength from the entire pack they were as strong as either of the 40% types of Alpha. Thomas was one of the Alpha Omega wolves, and thus any wolf who got close would feel a need to bow even if they weren't bound to the pack yet. The young leader however, wasn't seeing to dominate any other wolves and thus the pull would be minimal unless the person was fighting the wolf.
Thomas sighed as he looked around the camp site smelled of nature and gasoline. A dozen wolves and Naturals moved with him, while around 30 wolves and naturals that had assembled "played" around the camp site in the mud. A dozen massive elk and buck rotated over a fire. Women scantily clad showing off what the men would get if they dominated the, while the men compared stories of hunting or defending their territory. The pack made money from moon shine marijuana and cloth selling They also allowed the occasional arms dealer to use their land, and sold bullets to a few of the local gun smugglers. Some of the pack worked away from the maintain but not many.
Thomas himself moved towards the parking lot, their new members would be arriving via old school bus soon. The sun caught the sleeveless leather coat he wore, the back an sides going down to his ankles. Well worn wrangler jeans on his lower half leading to combat boots, with steel toes. A bowie knife in each boot and a Colt single action army behind his back. A Toma hawk trapped to his left thigh, with a Mac 10 to his right. His right eye a dark blue hiss left an ice blue three claw scars going down it. He had a dozen cars on his arms from the war and another dozen on his chest including teeth mars deep into his shoulder. However they were well healed by now. His body's build only added to the look of a warrior thick and muscular like a swimmer he was strong but built in a way for speed as well. His silvery white hair brushed back, and kept in an elaborately braided pony tail. The final detail was a pair of fingerless after the second knuckle leather gloves and the claws on each finger a sign of someone who was very in touch with the wolf. Thomas smiled a he wondered who the new pack members would be and what they'd be like.
