Teh Black Witch

[Creamiie]

Morgana

The female of the species is more deadly than the male

xXxthe.first.grains.of.sand.pass.throughxXx

Why had I come here? Why had I returned to the blood-tainted place? My blood had been spilled here. The blood of a witch, a Seer, a Winged One. A Guardian of dangerous secrets. Bloody fools. How I wished I had wreaked a hell of my own personal revenge on the idiotic curs, but I had waltzed into the night much like I now waltzed in. Security was pathetically easy, once I was not drugged. That had been bad.

And now something drew me inexorably onwards, to something in the hellhole. Or someone. Someone I already felt was irrevocably linked to my destiny. Perhaps I should turn and leave. But I can’t.

Getting inside the compound had been pitifully simple. Mastering my anger to push it at things wilfully had been an elemental trick. Padding down the long, lonely corridors I listened, with what some would considered a sixth sense as well as my ears.
The mournful, pained howl struck the silence, shattering it, and I sped up my movements. Barbarians. Bloody humans. Who the hell did they think they were?
So they had caught another since mine own escape form this cursed place.

Blue eyes glowed into the shadows as I reached the maker of those chilling howls. Without a thought, I lifted a paw, and he his so that they met through the bars. The force of his personality shocked me, but I only curved my lips, and let my fury explode into the cage.
Freed, he was out in moments, and I was turning to lope along the way I had come.

Leaving was difficult, for some reason, but I knew I must, and quickly. That was not bravery, or courage, or anything of the kind, I did not need to rush away. But had I stayed, I knew I would hurt myself. And yet I knew I would meet this male again.
The air was soft on my wings as I lifted slowly into the sky, remained connected to the black-pelted soldier by our paws pressed together. Then I was flying, and quickly, fear digging into my side like spurs. And I know what spurs are. I've seen what Twolegs use on horses. Poor things.
Sadness embodied rose on the wings of the wind behind me, and I swept on faster. Trying to escape.





xXxknow.that.you.can.trust.mexXx

Would you know me if you...

... heard the wind whisper [[Morgana]]
... knew the stars saw my [[Black pelt]]
... looked into my eyes of [[Glacier blue]]
... felt the power of me [[Elemental, Seer]]
... scented the air and smelt [[She-wolf]]
... listened to the songs and heard [[Russian accent]]
... believed you saw [[Wings of raven-black]]
... heard tell of mine Loyalty to kin and to my pack [[Rouge]]

Would you know me?

xXxlook.back.and.remember.me.sweetlyxXx

Thanks/for/the/memories/ ... old flame
Pain/is/what/you/bring/me/ ... rejected love Nikolai
Could/you/Would/you/ ... I like you Rendezvous
I/feel/you/watching/ ... You like me
Just/like/magic/ ... Love Rendezvous
Remember/me/ ... family Anastasia, Padrick
Talking/about/old/times/ ... friends Talon, Palla, Rendezvous

xXxtruth.hurts.but.so.does.our.furyxXx

Don't\exactly\get\along\ ... dislike Ricochet
I\don't\trust\you\ ... enemies
A\blade\in\the\back\ ... once was a friend
For\you\I\have\the\blackest\feeling\ ... I hate you Nikolai
Wary\of\what\you'll\try\ ... You hate me

Name: Morgana
Age: five years
Color: black, blue eyes
Markings: black wings
Pack: Rouge Wolf Pack
Gender: Female
History:

Morgana is a Russian wolf who was betrayed by the wolf she loved -he tore her heart into pieces and tossed them at her feet, Nikolai, the golden male who'd been her best friend for years.
And while she was reeling, dizzy from pain, human caught her and brought her to a different country.
Morgana found her way here, after three years, and she's no longer a helpless young wolf who can't understand a word. She is now fluent in English, as well as her native tongue, Russian.
Somewhere on the way to being here, Morgana met a wolf, name of Talon, who is the one wolf she trusts -and he is only a friend.

Personality:

Morgana has an amazingly kind and soft heart, but she covers it with a tough shell that most see as a sign that she is indeed a black witch.
Her powers are simply heightened instincts and senses, that came about naturally, form being so alone, that now she can disappear within the shadows and slink along silently. Her reputation only makes her mysterious, and forbidding.
Well, she does have actual powers- Morgana is a Seer, and has some control over the wind and shadows.
Morgana's most well-kept secret? She loves pups, and longs for her own, but doesn't trust any of the male species.

How many wolves do you have here, including this one?: 2
Have you read all the rules?: Yes
Do you have any RPG experience?: yahuh
How did you find us?: email!
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