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Post by grandma dre on Sept 10, 2019 1:59:11 GMT
 pine knob is everything that a young pack needs. it's small, quiet, and on the edge of the forest. it's easy to blend in and the pack is safe. everything is perfect in pine knob, pennsylvania - until suddenly it isn't.
suddenly, townsfolk are being found dead outside of logging camps and the woods are no longer safe. authorities are baffled by the strange wounds on the victims, suggesting that some large predator is on the prowl. there is definitely something out there.
it's not until one of the werewolves is accidentally seen by some hikers that the rumors of a massive animal have the townsfolk taking up arms. they don't know if they face a wildcat, bear, or wolf, but orders are to shoot on sight. the wolves are in danger as the murders continue and they must figure out who threatens their very existence in this small town.
about the wolves
the transformation between human and wolf form is exceedingly painful during the first few transitions. it takes time for the skeleton to adapt to the new form and the pain has been described as the most intense pain experienced by an individual in their lifetime, as if every bone in their body is being pulverized and lit on fire. after the first few transitions back and forth, the pain lessens to a degree, although it is still rather painful. transformations occur on the night of the full moon, whether the light of the moon is visible or not. the days preceding and succeeding the full moon are filled with a restlessness that cannot be fixed. the wolves tend to be more irritable and may experience tremors and, as the sun goes down, a racing heart. concentration is impossible with the pull of the moon. the transformation may also be triggered by the presence of an aggressive werewolf in wolf form. while able to shift at will, there is always an unpredictable element to it, but the more shifts undergone by a wolf, the more in control.
the wolves of pine knob complete a shift into full wolf form, although there are a few differences from real wolves. although their coats come in natural wolf colors, their eyes do not change from their natural human eye color. they also tend to be larger than real wolves as well, although only by a few inches. speed, strength, and stamina are greatly increased, as well as a general quickness to heal.
the wolves of pine knob haven't had many dangers to worry about in the past years. because werewolves are supposed to be just stuff of fiction, there aren't werewolf hunters out in the world. the townspeople never posed a threat up until the murders started and an immense creature was spotted by hikers. although the townspeople don't quite know the identity of their mysterious predator, the threat of hunters and animal traps has become real. while wolfsbane hasn't been used against the pack yet, it is highly poisonous for the wolves. silver has been ruled out as a threat to the wolves. bullets, wolfsbane, and traps are the only real dangers to the wolves. |
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Post by grandma dre on Sept 10, 2019 17:43:31 GMT
 welcome to pine knob, pa
located in the foothills of pennsylvania lies a sleepy little town called pine knob. surrounded by dense forest and sitting beside the bustling black river and its many runoffs, pine knob has a population in the low two thousands. everyone knows everybody and gossip spreads like wildfire. the people are primarily a working class; almost everybody in town either works or knows somebody that works in one of the two lumber yards or that works deep in the old coal mines.
most of the homes are located within town, a mixture of homes, trailers, and lofts over storefronts on main street. local businesses make up the brunt of shops and there is a harsh opinion against outsiders, business and people alike.
popular with the townsfolk is the wolf's den, a small coffee shop with exposed brick walls. formerly a bookstore that was owned by samir badawi's father, the wolf's den still has a couple bookshelves piled with books and magazines. filled with a couple tables, comfortable couches and chairs, a large window, dozens of plants, and featuring art for sale from local artists. pastries are freshly made every day.
scattered through the forest are old, abandoned mine shafts, mostly boarded up, although a few have been broken into and vandalized by bored teenagers. along black river lie a few abandoned saw mills, rotted boards and creaking watermill still affected by the currents of the great river that winds through the trees.
a large plot of forest land belongs to the badawi family, with signs warning against hunters and hikers alike from trespassing. in the heart of the forest lies samir's home, a cabin that's been built up and renovated into something comfortable. with several rooms and spacious common spaces, it's a fairly cozy space for those that choose to live in what samir converted into a pack house. |
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Post by grandma dre on Sept 10, 2019 18:52:07 GMT
 The Alpha
samir badawi β’ β β’ 27 β’ dre | The Beta
Reserved for Cloudy | The Healer
Reserved for Ibie | The Fighters
aiden cross β’ β β’ 22 y/o β’ dre |
The Hunters
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name β’ blerp β’ blerp . blerp | The Scouts/Omegas [ 2/2 ]
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name β’ blerp β’ blerp . atlas |
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Post by grandma dre on Jan 27, 2020 0:19:21 GMT
Samir leaned over the counter, counting the quarters deftly before depositing the change into the register. He withdrew three pennies and a dime in return, placing them in the worn palm of his most loyal customer, offering her a warm smile. She returned it as he turned away, eyes crinkling in that familiar way it had for as long as heβd known her. And Iβve known Madge all my life.
He milled beside the coffee-maker, eyes wandering toward the far wall where he had yet to finish sorting books onto the new shelf. The earthy scent of coffee wrapped around him like an old lover; he embraced it eagerly. Heβd owned The Wolfβs Den and run it as a coffee shop for the past six years - since the untimely death of his father, who had once kept this place as a small bookstore. Heβd worked hard to ensure that the cozy air that the bookstore had exuded lived on in his coffee shop; many of the books in the corner had once lined the shelves of the store. They were no longer for sale, left for idle reading to pass the day in a warm corner on a plush couch.
He passed the steaming mug of black coffee over the glossy dark wooden counter before pushing the pitcher of milk closer. Madge always took her coffee with some milk and two teaspoons of sugar, ever the creature of habit. A soft murmur of gratitude slipped past coral pink-painted lips and Samir received another eye-crinkling smile as the elderly woman began to add milk to her morning coffee.
Everything was peaceful and relaxed, until the moment that it wasnβt. The door opened abruptly and the bell chimed loudly, breaking the quiet murmur of other patrons as someone rushed inside, pale and stricken.
βSomething happened at the logging yard this morning.β Samir looked up as the old grocer from the store beside him leaned against the counter, sucking in air tiredly. Before Samir could make an inquiry, trembling words rushed from the grocer. βThree men were found dead this morning; Chief Weddell said that it looked like an animal had attacked.β
Samir leaned forward, dark eyes widening under heavy, furrowed brows. Heβd found a cat once torn apart by a coyote at the edge of his property and heβs found tracks from mountain lions around the perimeter of his house, but heβd never given it much thought. He lived on the edge of the small town and his home was set back into the trees. He hadnβt considered that he might be in danger from an animal attacking.
It was troubling, however, to consider this news. Heβd heard of an animal attacking humans before, but it was rare for death to occur and even rarer for more than one person to be injured in the same incident. Three deaths was unthinkable, nigh impossible, but itβd happened.
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