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Tokota for a newbie

Journal Entry: Sun Apr 26, 2015, 4:12 PM
Osamu 1261 x Caramella 679 

2 Male, natural mane
Submissive - Healthy
ee/AA/Tt/nM/CC
Marked collared tawny

Must have no tokotas 

250 points this was from an old breeding


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Tokota for a newbie

Journal Entry: Sun Apr 26, 2015, 4:12 PM
Osamu 1261 x Caramella 679 

2 Male, natural mane
Submissive - Healthy
ee/AA/Tt/nM/CC
Marked collared tawny

Must have no tokotas 

250 points this was from an old breeding


Anatoli x Scarlet what if? by lighteningfox
Anatoli x Scarlet what if?
Hypo pup of Scarlet x Anatoli this would be what he would look like nothing planned as yet or is there?
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Albion woke several hours later and blinked his red eyes the straw soaked through with his blood he felt like shit and he tried to rise but his body wouldn't let him he was too exhausted and in pain his form coated in sweat.
The fever due to the silver poisoning ravaging his body every part of him felt as if it was on fire he panted hard the smell of sickness heavy on him made worse by the fact the bullets were not immediately removed.
The silver had entered his blood stream and spread throughout his body so that his whole body was in agony and felt like it was on fire he writhed and kicked out spasmodically on the straw blood starting to drip from his maw and starting to hemorrhage from his eyes so he looked like he was crying bloody tears.
Blood soon leaking through his claws and out of all orifices he had never felt so sick, the straw beneath him scorched as his boiling blood hit it.
He knew that if he didn't get assistance soon that he would soon perish the pain heightened and he writhed a whimper coming from him his ears falling back to his head.
He knew of the sickness but he didn't expect it to be quite this bad, he wasn't aware that it was very rare for a werewolf to last this long when the silver had coursed through his bloodstream.
He coughed and spat up a gobbet of blood with a groan his organs were starting to become affected by the silver and he started to feel even weaker.
He soon passed out his fur starting to fall out blood leaving the pores in his flesh as the second stages of the silver fever took effect on his body his muzzle wrinkled up in a pained snarl his body shivering uncontrollably despite the fire within.
His dreams strange and surreal his skin shriveling slightly his body starting to waste his flesh rapidly thinning out until his bones started to show under his fur he had never felt so ill everything started to disappear in a thick mist and even his dreams started to cease just becoming an empty black void as his condition worsened.

Ierecho cursed the next morning after he had changed back to human form he felt somewhat exhausted as he always did after the change.
He showered and got dressed taking a raw steak out of the fridge searing it and then bolting it down, he looked about him everything was quiet there was no sign of anyone in the pack up yet so he presumed they must have still been sleeping off the change.

He went to his sons quarters with a growl he wanted him to get up and wake the others but the useless albino couldn't be found.
Damn his Blood moon hide he thought as he searched for him but to no avail, he could do without the search he was still feeling slightly weakened but he did feel stronger from the steak.

After searching the manor house and rousing the pack he went outside with his gamma and some packmembers in training for the higher echelons of the hierarchy and they went out looking for him it was then that they noticed blood.

A groan came from Ierecho useless waste of space he thought with a growl as he went into the stable and found Albion stricken form he kicked him with his foot harder than was necessary and just got a muffled groan.
Damned cursed thing was always getting hurt too reckless sometimes he wondered if his son was worth saving he had done this several times but none of those times were this bad.

He gestured to two pack members to pick up Albion wolfen form and carry him back into the house the guy did not look good even though he was still clinging to life.

He growled as he led them to a room and told them to place him on a table which he had put a sheet on stupid cursed thing he thought again as he tried to stabilise him pulling out the bullets from the wounds and sluicing them out with water.
He snarled slightly thinking this was the last time he would do this next time he would leave him but then again he knew he had to save him since like it or not the ugly brute was his only heir.
He sighed as he wiped the arm of a pack member and inserted the needle to take some much needed blood, he did it to two others and then he drained three pints of Albion blood before replacing it with the none contaminated blood of the three pack members.
He disposed of the infected blood via the drain making sure to not get any of it on himself as it could cause himself to have problems.

He then bandaged his wounds making a compress with silverweed to draw out the rest of the silver, his son was so bad that he knew even after all this it would be touch and go whether he survived of not.
He thought that maybe it would be best that he did not due to the nature of his curse, the next 24 hours would be crucial the deciding point to whether he would live or die.

He got the two pack members to return him to his room and stand over him and report back he had business to attend to nothing was ever easy being alpha of a large pack.

Twenty four hours had past and Albion showed some signs of recovery his breathing became stronger and he seemed a little stronger it looked as if the werewolf health had improved and that he would survive.
The fur which had previously fallen out the night before started to grow back and the grey dull colour of his skin was replaced back to the pink healthy glow he had before still the creature was hideously thin, his muscles were wasted every bone in his body showed it would be some time before he recovered from it but he was lucky even to be alive.

One of the pack members relayed the information to Ierocho and he had mixed feelings he was alive and he knew him to be one of his stronger pack members but damn it Albion was a liability with his mood changes and he would have to get someone to watch over him again.
Make sure he made no mistakes.

A couple of weeks went by and Albion went from strength to strength he could now walk short distances and his body was starting to fill out again he had managed to gain half his body weight he was still extremely skinny but there was flesh on his wolfen form again.
It seemed he was always hungry nothing could stop his appetite and the pack had to hunt more to keep him sated much to their chagrin hunting for an ever hungry werewolf was not fun as he kept them running after him he seemed to be able to eat half a stag in one sitting.

Another week passed and the moon rose high in the sky bathing the manor in sunlight and flooding the room Albion slept in still in his wolf form he rose from the bed and stood in the moons light closing his eyes a smile on his face his tail giving a slight wag.
Man had he missed the moons healing light he absorbed energy from it basking in its healing light he started to feel stronger and more like his normal self he threw back his head and let out a wavering howl he was not at full strength but not far off.

He left the manor house at a run panting hard his body not used to such exertion after so long recovering but if felt great to feel the wind and the moon pull again.
He ran into the forest rolling in the pine needles with a huff he wagged his tail with a slight groan. 

He ventured deeper into the woods were he found the body of the hunter now very much decomposed just a few bloodied bones and a dark stain where his body had rotted away, he noticed that others had feasted on its body there were many scents around it he growled and dug his hind paws into the ground and kicked at the earth marking his territory and inadvertently burying the hunter he then cocked his leg on the site and ran deeper into the woods.
Seeking out a different prey from human this time around,  life was good again, well as good as it could be for his kind.
Albion's Recovery
1474 words hope you don't mind the way I portrayed Ierecho :iconmodmii:

15 xp I haven't had such muse for a long while think this just about sums it up
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AOAs wanted for tokotas

Journal Entry: Sun Apr 26, 2015, 5:53 AM
Atreiyu

because I am PL the last rite  will be Rite of the Hunt
If you are a newbie and you want to do them I will throw in a male slot too.
You will have a month to do them

Beltane 2742 by TotemSpirit Needs her Rite of the hunt full litter slot

Eirlys 3023 by TotemSpirit Eirlys, marked greying cream tundra needs all three of her AOAs full litter slot. AVERAGE

Magpie 1595 by TotemSpirit needs all three doing will give you a full litter
Amaranth 2348 by TotemSpirit needs all three doing for full litter
Zelde 1683 by TotemSpirit needs all three doing for full litter
Noe 2835 by TotemSpirit needs all three doing for full litter
Eira 2837 by TotemSpirit Eira needs all three rites for doing full litter 


Males Needing AOAs

Orpheus 2323 by TotemSpirit needs all three doing full litter (not far off average)
Aristarchos 479 by TotemSpirit needs all three doing full litter- AVERAGE
Reuger 955 by TotemSpirit needs all three doing full litter slot

Radimir 1463 by TotemSpiritneeds all three rites doing for full litter slot

Skin by DemonWolfAtreiyu
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The moon was full and of a bluish hue and Albion was going into a frenzy he had not yet changed and his flesh tingled and hurt as if someone had pierced his flesh with over a million needles.
He paced around the room and bit into his flesh with his human teeth the change was upon him and it was always worse for werewolves of his kind the ones of the blood moon.

He wanted to revel in his wolf form to run through the mixed woodland to roll in the pine needles and scent through the woods every sense heightened more than in his human form.
Yet he dreaded it, his change was always more painful and more dangerous than that of an average werewolf, everything happened so quickly he never got the chance to adjust and the pain was excruciating.

He growled as the first tremor went through him and a clicking sound could be heard from within him as his bones started to shift his flesh rippling beneath his clothes.
The young albino werewolf growled and started to tear at his clothes his mouth set in an animalistic sneer which did not look right on his human features.

He continued until he was naked, his skin bathed in the moons soft light making his already pigmentless body seem whiter in  colour of the moon itself.
Then the change began with a guttural growl Albion fell to all fours as his body snapped and popped his flesh seeming to broil as the spasms grew more intense, his flesh seeming to tear he let out an agonised scream as his shoulder blades dislocated and seemed to fracture ripping through his flesh sending him falling hard onto his stomache as his arms could no longer support him.
He screamed again as his arms and legs went through the same change his hip bones tearing through his flesh and reworking themselves followed by his spine so that he looked like some sort of accident victim his flesh torn and bleeding, his muscles ruptured and his changing skeleton burst through them  bending and contorting to that of the wolf.

It was always the same nothing went easy for him during the change, the same agonised process, sometimes he wished he could take some painkillers but they would probably only succeed in slowing down the change and do nothing for the pain itself.

His bones broke and reset several times his muscle mass changing his body becoming more like rgar of a canine.
Bloody saliva dripped from Albion mouth as his facial features began to change and shift his teeth falling from his mouth blood pouring from his maw.

Small white cusps of sharp pointed teeth breaking through the gummy mouth and elongating as his nose and head seemed to ripple as the bones started to shift his skull splitting open momentarily exposing the sinew and brain beneath before they melded together again into a more canine shape.
His nose seeming to elongate and his flesh tearing as the bones started to elongate into a wolven snout.
His teeth growing longer until they were wickedly sharp the metamorphosis almost complete, he looked like a flayed deformed wolf his body devoid of skin and fur his network of muscles bulging and shifting as they found their new form.
The flayed looking wolf creature whined as blood pooled from his bloodied body it's eyes swiveled in its grotesque visage the muscles of his face contorted into a pained snarl causing a further shower of blood to rain down on the ground from his skinless body.
Only when the process was complete did the skin race to grow all over Albion exposed muscles and sinews covering him completely in minutes.

The pain had receded and Albion panted with exhaustion the fast change taking it out of him why did it always have to be so painful?
When others went through theirs with relative ease compared to him, it didnt seem fair.

He resembled a giant deformed wolf devoid of hair all wrinkled and pasty white in the moonlight only then did his flesh start to tingle and white clumps of fur appeared on his body and  rushed to cover it until the change was complete.
He continued to pant and whine for a few minutes as the residual pain still sung in his nerves.
As he absorbed energy from the moon he felt stronger he raised his large head skywards and let out a long drawn out howl that seemed to carry for miles.

He needed to hunt his muzzle twitched along with his whiskers as he scented the door, he padded over to it and grasped the doorknob in a deformed hand shaped paw and recoiled with a snarl as the silver residue burned his flesh.
He began to pace around the room, always the same, they locked him in this cell during the change knowing he could get very violent and could inflict serious harm on his pack mates, momentarily driven insane by the pain of it all.
He paced the room looking for a way out snuffling under the door he growled he felt trapped he ran at the door throwing himself at it several times only succeeding in bruising his newly formed wolf self.

He snarled his lip lifting exposing wickedly sharp teeth as he sat on his haunches thinking of a way out, he saw the window large and looming four feet up from the ground and he scrabbled on his hind legs his bones yet again shifting until he was in bipedal form which was a lot less painful.

He grabbed the iron bars on the window and twisted them until they snapped and came free in his hands, before he threw himself at the window once more, smashing through it his wolf form seeming to revert back to its quadruped form as it flew through the air from the second story window.

His legs flexing slightly and his body seeming to twist slightly cat like as it plummeted towards the ground.
He flexed his legs bunching them slightly so they took the impact the shock rippling through his bones making him cry out as they complained.
His body repairing the damage straight away as he panted with a growl looking up at the large manor house a snarl forming on his lips before he snorted and left the gardens heading for the woods he needed to feed.

He ran forwards into the woods, loving the feeling of the wind rippling through his fur.
His white form huge, bigger than werewolves were supposed to be.
He marked his territory, the acrid stench smoking up where he had been, the spring grass immediately withering becoming dry and dead the tree bark where he had marked crumbling away exposing some of the heartwood.

He made his way into the woods his predatory instincts completely honed in he could smell prey and all the paths that they had trodden and it drove him into a frenzy saliva dripped from his muzzle and a deep growl came from within his stomache the change always gave him an appetite and nothing sated it more than human flesh.

He padded through the woods snuffling through last Autumn leaf litter picking up traces of scents which he knew were human.
His muzzle wrinkled as the sweet smell of corruption that hit his nostrils, someone had died here less than two weeks ago and the smell although rotting was unmistakably human.
His tail gave a single wag and his steps seemed to be more determined as he trotted over to the carcass which had been eaten by many scavengers he licked his muzzle, he preferred fresh meat but he would not look a gift horse in the mouth.
He lowered his muzzle and buried it deep within the innards of the open chest cavity and stomache area and feasted on what had not been scavenged his white muzzle stained red with the putrid mess which had once been human.


After he had fed he licked his muzzle clean he now felt stronger, he snarled and leapt onto a higher piece of ground and threw his head back and let out a long drawn out howl he was king of these woods and he showed no fear.
He was brazen in his exploits he knew that no human or beast could defeat him, he even suspected that his own father was somewhat scared of him he smirked at the thought.

He did not realise how visible he was and how much his white coat stood out in the moonlight and the dark forest he seemed to glow he was that white monstrous and huge.

He did not know that hunters bounty was higher for that of an albino pelt or even better for a trophy kill if he did he might not have been so brazen as it was the hunter could not believe his luck having such a large impressive beast in his sights.


The hunter crept forward on his stomache combat crawling as he made his way through the dense undergrowth gritting his teeth as bramble tore at his skin but he bore it no heed if he was to scream out the werewolf's attention would be on him and the element of surprise was gone.

He had his gun loaded several rounds in the chamber so he did not have to reload he waited until he was so close he could almost hear the beast breathing and he could see the clouds of steam coming forth from the beasts maw.

He could hear the shift of its pads as the crisp frosty leaves crinkled under the beasts pads, he was a beauty alright in a macabre kind of way massive and malign his eyes reflecting red in the light of the moon seeming to glow.

Oh he could not wait to get his hands on this ones pelt he got excited just thinking about it, he leveled his gun which was silenced and had leaves around it so that the metal could not be seen.
He smirked as he traced it on the unsuspecting werewolf and fired.

Albion moved at the last minute the silver bullet just grazing his flesh leaving a deep channel in his shoulder he grunted with the pain as blood started to stain his pelt.
The burning pain searing his flesh the deep channel seeming to smoulder smoke coming from the fur and issuing from the wound his blood seeming to boil from where the bullet had hit him.

He growled his hackles rising as he scented the air his eyes seeming to blaze in the reflected light as he tried to detect the hunter a malicious grin crossing his features almost a smirk as he bounded in the direction of the hunter.
The hunter now becoming the hunted............

The hunter looked on in fear he had missed and given away his position shit he thought as the beast powered towards him gaining ground quickly he could see the bloodied slaver from its jaws and knew it had eaten something.....something he did not want to think about as as the huge behemoth drew closer the smell of rot and carrion came with it a smell which made the hunter want to gag.

He leveled his gun again and let go two rounds in quick succession he saw the bullets strike home in the werewolf chest and shoulder making him topple over backwards.
The hunter grinned the lycan would be his yet and he smirked as it writhed and tried to regain its footing but failing.
Its legs seeming to flail about like a dying fly, the hunter smirked as he made his way forward knowing the throws of a dying werewolf when he saw one.


Albion was running towards the hunter the blood singing in his veins as he hurtled towards him at full pelt, the human would be his he could not wait to feast upon the despicable victims flesh he would make him suffer for what he had done make his death slow and painful.
A guttural chuckle seemed to emanate from the beasts more he was almost his he could not wait to gorge on his hapless prey flesh.
He increased the pace to close the gap between them he could smell his victims fear almost palpable his grin spread into a maniacal smirk this guy was his.
He did not see the gun which was still camouflaged until it was too late, he felt the bullets slam into his flesh knocking him off his feet and the searing heat that the wounds gave him his blood seemingly starting to boil as froth issued forth from the bullet wounds.
Silver................

Shit! why didn't he think that the hunter would have more ammo, it was too late now as the wounds burnt the smell of burning flesh strong in the air.
Albion tried to rise but his body would not let him he just flopped around on the ground like a dying fish his frothy blood foaming from the bullet wounds.
He was in agony he had never felt pain like it again he tried to rise from his feet, again he failed and he lay on his side gasping for air as it seemed all energy had left him.

The hunter drew closer a smirk on his face as he saw the stricken werewolf, his prize, his trophy and his money packet this guy would fetch at least about £ 5 billion if not more oh he was in luck.
He started to lay out his ingredients putting down his gun and laying it on the grass getting ready to prepare the ingredients which would prevent the werewolf from reverting back to human form once dead.


Albion whined and thrashed about on the grounds his large hand like paws scrabbling at the earth digging small channels as the pain went through him he writhed in agony frothing at the mouth
as the silver ravaged his system he grunted he felt like he was going to die but then he snapped out of it a growl coming to him.
If he was going to die he would take the bastard with him he snarled and forced himself to his feet, his right arm useless and dragging as he closed the distance slowly his body lurching along the agony clear he had never felt this bad it was excruciating he whined.
His prey was only inches away now and unarmed, he had let his guard down a weak but triumphant grin crossed Albion face as with the last of his strength he launched himself at the human.
He began to tear into his body biting down deeply into his flesh slowly tearing him limb from limb and feasting on him as he did so making sure to attack the none vital parts first to keep him alive as long as possible.

The hunters frenzied screams seemed to lend energy to the werewolf and as he feasted on his body making sure that he saw him eating the none vital body parts so that it would torture the humans mind and add to his horror.
After about 10 minutes he dispatched the human and gorged on his flesh ripping out his intestines and munching on them almost hoovering them up before starting on the more tender organs pulling out the still pulsating heart and crushing it between his jaws chewing it up and swallowing it.

He began to feel stronger the more he feasted on this human and he realised he would survive, the bullet wounds hurt like hell.
He knew they would for a long time and that he would have to stay in his wolven form for a month or more to recover from the silver poisoning and that he would be very weak for a while.

He needed the help of  pack mate to remove the bullets but who could he turn to?
His father hated him and the rest of the pack feared him seeing him as cursed, he never felt so alone at that moment and a whine left him his ears falling back to his large skull a single tear leaking from his eye it got to him sometimes that he had no none.

He shook his pelt and snarled at his momentary weakness he knew what he needed and he knew how to get it he sniffed at the ointment the hunter had been preparing.
He knew what it was for and that it could stave off the change but also he knew that too much and he could never revert back from this form.

He sniffed it again the foul concoction burning his sensitive nose he knew it to be a deadly poison but he also knew that in small doses it could be beneficial minus the silver of course but it was a risk he was willing to take.
Kill or cure, he sighed as he licked up some of the bitter tasting paste the foul substance burning his mouth and insides as he licked it up he felt the burning sensation go through him increasing the pain and he almost vomited as the substance burnt at his insides.

He got back to his feet with a whimper and dragged his wounded body back to the pack house, every step increasingly slow as the silver entered his bloodstream and seared his organs and flesh as it burnt through his system he would have to seek help but who would he turn to?
His pack and his own father would probably love to see the back of him, he dragged himself into a rundown stable still with straw coating the ground before the world went dark and he knew no more.
His last thought was that he was alone in the world that his pack would not be there for him and that he would probably die here.
A Shot In The Dark
A first part of a small story I'm writing to get under my werewolf's skin and get used to writing about them it is the first werewolf thing I have written so I'm quite pleased with it xd

It is for mine and :iconmodmii: rp group :iconlair-of-the-lycan:

3005 words so 30 xp to Albion
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thanks so much :D 
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No problem
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I just realised something, will I be able to buy a super for the group from this account? D: seeing as I created the group with my Modmii one? :( 
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lighteningfox Featured By Owner 3 days ago
good point I'm not sure seeing as it is an extension dx as long as you don't donate to the mod group with modmii it should be ok 
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Brb dinners ready 
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OK
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Been back for a while now 
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oh Gabe, what could you be up to? :P snaeky snippet of something I'm working on for over on SF. VERY nsfw XD 

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lol looks awesome xd
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I have a day off today :D ... but I have a tonne to do :( I'll reply to everything as soon as I can, got to go out for a bit now. And just as things were getting interesting between Renata and Gabe :( 
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