Strength of the Canis Lupis (Toothless and Shades)

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Canis Lupis

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So, Canis Lupis (grey wolf) are the werewolves of the supernatural world, other races being warlocks, witches, elves, fae, pixies, etc. The Canis Lupis do not shift; they phase. The wolf and man/woman are one, meaning as a human, the wo/man can draw on the wolf's abilities to enhance their eyesight (their eyes glow when this is done), lengthen their canines, etc. As a wolf, the animal is able to draw on the human mind and rationalize things as a person would. Both human and wolf are often in harmony, though there are matters that they might not agree on, as they are different parts of one soul.

The Canis Lupis has only one true mate, who holds the other half of their soul. Males have a certain darkness inside of them that grows over time and can drive them to madness; it is borne of the wolf, who sees only black and white. The wolf is fierce and unforgiving, which is necessary to protect the pack and family. The true mate of a Canis Lupis (the female) brings light and peace and calmness to the male's darkness and instability. True mates are able to share thoughts and emotions and even project the illusion of touch through the mental bond they share. A sign of having found a true mate appears in the male's markings, which indicate his place in the pack. When a male finds his mate, his markings expand to visible parts of his body, marking him as a mated male. The female gain markings that match her mate's like a puzzle piece on her body, usually in a spot hidden by clothes, as the markings are meant for the mate's eyes only and can spark intensely possessive actions in male Canis Lupis. 

In order to solidify the mate bond, the Blood Rites are performed. First, the male washes his mate's feet, symbolizing that he will always attend to her greatest need. While doing so, he reads the tradition vows. His mate reciprocates, and each read the vows they wrote respectively. The male then presents his mate with a gift, which she has the right to reject or accept. In private, the male will sink his teeth on a visible part of his mate's neck, long enough to swallow blood and leave a mark. This is reciprocated by the female, and then the Blood Rites are completed. At this time, the male and female's lives are tied together; if one dies, so does the other. However, Canis Lupis live much longer than humans and often live centuries. 

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A bit more information to note: within the Canis Lupis world are what are called Gypsy Healers. These beings are the healers of the Canis Lupis world, and are always a mate to a Canis Lupis male. Gypsy healers will always be female, as well; the magic that the healers use is the most pure form of energy that is known. They are made of light and goodness; their very existence is to heal and make sure the wolves of the pack are healthy. It is a great honor to be in the presence of a healer. As it is difficult for Canis Lupis to procreate, a Gypsy healer can ensure a successful pregnancy that is carried to term.

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PLOT: my character is a male Canis Lupis younger than one would think, because of his wolf's behavior. The darkness in his soul is growing at an disturbing rate, and his wolf is nearly out of control. His Alpha - and father - is the only being able to calm the beast and keep him in control. The only being that can bring balance to his soul is his mate, whom he has yet to find. The wolf inside him pushes him to a certain town in America, and so he makes the long flight from Romania, the home of the largest pack of Canis Lupis, to whom he his Prince, to the town his wolf has decided they need to go to. What does he find? His mate, the one being who was made perfectly for him, the one being who can bring light to his darkness. But danger lurks around every corner; evil rumbles in the supernatural world, with a wayward Warlock teaming up with a wayward Fae to put in motion his plans of world domination. The basis of warlock magic is blood magic, born of sacrifice and malice. The Great Luna, creator of the Canis Lupis, has chosen my male Canis Lupis as the alpha to lead the werewolves to battle, but the darkness inside him is strong and pulls him to the side of evil and pain. With his mate in danger, the wolf is angry and possessive; can he lead his pack to battle and conquer the evil, while keeping his mate safe, or will he lose the fight against his evil and be swallowed by the darkness inside of him?

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Anger was the main emotion that Cyprian Lupei experienced for as long as he could remember. He was probably the most dominant Canis Lupis alive; his wolf was volatile, often snarling and pacing back and forth with distrust and paranoia. Beneath his wolf's anger, Cyprian was sad that the beast inside him was so unpredictable, so mistrusting of anything in the world. The only person that could control his wolf, aside for Cyprian himself, who had trouble - he was only eighteen, after all - was his father, the current alpha of the Romanian Canis Lupis. The alpha of a pack was able to control the beast inside the dominant wolves, forcing them into submission with his own power. Cyprian's wolf responded to none other than his alpha, and even then it was mainly out of respect. Cyprian knew it was a matter of time before his wolf snapped and he went mad; he and his wolf would have to be put down, to keep the pack safe. As much as he hated it, Cyprian understood. His wolf was full of darkness - far too much for Cyprian's age. Most males became unstable after centuries of living; Cyprian was eighteen, and was at risk of losing control of his wolf and going feral. His only hope was to find his mate, and even that was rare. Very few wolves found their true mates; he was convinced he was doomed to die, and he supposed he accepted that.

Now, however, his wolf was surprisingly calm, though still suspicious of everyone around him on the tightly packed airplane as it soared over the United States, heading for Wisconsin. Why he had decided to enroll in a study abroad program, Cyprian didn't know. Something drew him to the small town of Appleton, though he hadn't put much thought into why. At the point in his life he was at, Cyprian merely existed; he and his wolf were constantly fighting for control.

Hours later, when the plane landed and Cyprian's limo was pulling up to his host house, his wolf seemed... at peace. Suspicious that it was a trap, Cyprian turned and pushed open the door, ignoring his packmate's lighthearted frown, as the wolf had begun to open the door for his prince. Cyprian unfolded his six-foot frame, green eyes sweeping across his new territory. His black hair shifted lightly in the wind, the color of a raven's wing. His nostrils flared as he took in the scents around him.

[shades]

Sweet, undermined, pushed over for many years—despite this, a placated smile touched her lips as a soft sigh escaped in a puff of warm air. It hadn’t been a long day, actually, it had gone by fairly quickly leaving Historia with plenty of time to spare—but fresh, cold produce that needed to return to the fridge at home. Normally she would drive her mother’s car and grab the groceries, making the day even more quicker. Giggling to herself, Historia found no fun in that; hauling tomatoes and cucumbers, potatoes and lettuce, she was determined to make her way on the long walk home alone.
Appleton was her home, her birth place, and was familiar ground she had been wandering for going-onto eighteen years of her life. She knew where to turn the corner, and where to stop and say hello to Maurice who was mowing his lawn. Yet, it was boring. Nothing happened, and everything was expected; her adventures were limited to walks and occasionally meeting new people who arrived in Appleton.
Historia wanted nothing more than something new. She wanted her blue eyes to gaze on a different, abstract occurrence, causing a disturbance and slight frown to form on her pink lips. A moment to think the answer and maybe it’ll have worst consequences than a slap to the hand, or a simple scolding.
Her finger twirled blonde hair in thought, before noticing the limo turning the corner.
That…was new.
Her bright blue eyes peeked with interest, the grip on her grocery bags tightening as she watched it. Trying to catch a glimpse of the mysterious people in the limo. An actor? Singer? Billionaire? She didn’t know, but felt a tingling excitement nonetheless. Even if it was just a one time sight, and then gone from her life.

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Cyprian's wolf perked up and his green gaze snapped around, boring into the female walking towards a house nearby. He called on his wolf, enhancing his eyesight; his eyes took on an eerie glow, chips of gold gleaming like the sunlight shining through the forests of Romania. He drew in a deep breath, trying to catch the female's scent. His wolf urged Cypraina to approach the female; in an instant, he'd marked her as theirs, and nothing Cyprian could say would change that. He pushed his wolf back, and the glow left his gaze. His packmate, Nicu, cleared his throat, attracting the teen's attention.
"Good luck, my Prince," the male rumbled, voice accented and deep. He bowed slightly to his Prince, before slipping back into the limo. He'd unloaded the bags that Cyprian had brought with them, resting them next to the werewolf's feet. The limo pulled away, leaving Cyprian Lupei staring at one of the last connections to his homeland as it became a dot in the distance, and eventually disappeared. Taking a deep breath, Cyprian gathered his things and headed for the door of his hosts' home, watching the female out of the corner of his eye.

Who was she?

Why was she of such interest to his wolf... and him?

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Despite trying to keep herself nonchalant as possible, Historia felt her head spinning to watch the limo, noticing it had stopped and unloaded…A young man. Bags and all. She hadn’t heard of the family having any abroad children, or children out of the house; though she didn’t know them personally than just people who owned a house near hers, she still remembered them buy lemonade at her stand or coming to glance at their garage sales.
Something wanted to approach him, ask if he was moving in. ‘Well duh, he had bags and was just dumped there.’ Then there was the clear cut conscious that, well, being nosy was rude. Her blue gaze immediately snapped back as she nearly ran into a fire hydrant, muttering the most innocent, substitute cuss words she could utter. “Ow ow, fudgity fudge fudge. The fudging fire truck.” Historia hobbled and grumbled, readjusting the bags that threatened to fall from her grip.
Slowly, she turned to look back at the guy.
And he was staring at her.
Instantly, an embarrassing redness heated her cheeks as the boiled there. Had he saw that blunder? Did he now think of her as some sort of fantasizing, ditzy-doo? Oh god, she didn’t know if she could handle the embarrassment. Her blue eyes wide and innocent, she snapped back to look ahead, trying to get the odd sense of connection between her and that boy out of her head.

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Mine, the wolf snarled, fighting against Cyprian. He wanted to go to the female, to mark her as theirs. Cyprian's jaw tensed slightly as he pushed back against his wolf. Once again, he turned his head to stare at the girl, watching as she blushed and looked away. His wolf growled, and Cyprian found himself drawn to the girl. There was an invisible connection between them, one that he couldn't place. What the hell? He growled to himself softly, watching her hurry along her path, arms laden with groceries. His nostrils flared, managing to catch some of her scent. He snarled possessively; she smelled of the forest after rain, and fresh-fallen snow. Mine. He and his wolf agreed. Despite the internal need to go to the female, Cyprian ground his teeth and went up to the door of his host home, knocking on the wooden barrier. His wolf pined for the female, whining softly. He was pissed that Cyprian wouldn't go protect and mark the female. Surely she went to the high-school; he'd get to know her then. His wolf was mollified at that, but was not about to give up on the female he claimed as his.

[time skip? gonna curl up in bed soon, so my replies will get a bit more short]

[shades]

[ agreed. we can time skip. c: To a school day? Or anything else you had on your mind? ]

[Toothless]

( how close to 18 is she? )

[Toothless]

a school day works 

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To say that the American form of public education was... annoying would be an understatement, Cyprian decided as he forced and shoved his way down the hallway to get to his next class. The teenagers around him didn't seem to understand the concept of 'hey, maybe I should get the hell out of the way so other people trying to get to class or somewhere on time can navigate the hallway without engaging in a battle to the death'. Even with Cyprian's 'don't fuck with me' aura, and his wolf's rage, the students didn't move out of the way. It pissed his wolf off more; he was Alpha, he was dominant, they should listen to him and get out of his way. The fact that he couldn't see the girl he'd seen a few days/weeks ago made it worse, since his wolf was practically going mad with worry about her safety and health. His wolf's emotions and Cyprian's own annoyance had a headache pounding in his temples, causing his forest green eyes to narrow with anger. One look at his face caused the students to part like the Red Sea, calming him a bit.

With a few minutes to spare, Cyprian slid into his Biology class, heading for one of the desks in the back. He was a senior, and was in biology. Go figure. Still, he wasn't the only one. The looks of awe and wonder hadn't stopped from the female classmates; he was a shiny new toy, so to speak, and spoke a different language. It was downright magnetic for most females. They also had the illusion that they could calm the darkness in him. Hmph. The only person who could do that was his mate, and he had yet to find her.

He released a suffering growl.

[shades]

On Historia’s birthday, she had woken up in an excited buzz. Once awake at 5:30 AM, her mind was set and the girl could not get any more sleep. She got up quietly with her change of clothes for the day and tip-toed to the bathroom down the hall.
Wincing at the blinding light of the bathroom, Historia knew it was going to be a good day. She slipped off her pajamas, Historia froze at the lines…no markings trailing over her body. Blue eyes widened, they weren’t from the fabric pressing into her skin all night. She quickly got into the shower and attempted to scrub them off.
When it didn’t happen, she put on a simple t-shirt and jeans, and after breakfast was out the door. She didn’t even remember getting them…? She had just turned eighteen that very morning!
Sighing, Historia went to class. It was a Physics class next to Mr. Richmore, the Biology teacher from her freshman year—he was still her favorite teacher—and would often find herself staring into space in that direction.

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"Cyprian," the teacher called, drawing the wolf's attention. His forest-green eyes snapped sharply to Mr. Richmore, narrowing slightly. "Go next door and ask the teacher if they've any printer ink left." Without a word, the Canis Lupis stood and headed next-door, knocking on the heavy wooden blockade before pushing it open - it had been left ajar. Almost of its own accord, his gaze drifted to the female whose name he had yet to know. She was turned slightly, revealing what seemed to be part of a tattoo. In an instant, Cyprian realized something. They were mate markings... markings that would fit his like a puzzle piece. His mate's markings were bared to the world. A female's markings were only for the eyes of her mate, as it was one of the first signs that marked a true mate pair. His wolf snarled, pushing to the forefront. His eyes took on an eerie glow, canines lengthening. Cyprian managed to keep from fully shifting, clamping his jaw shut and forcing his wolf back. He managed to retract his teeth, but his glowing eyes remained luminescent. Going against all of his instincts, he turned to the teacher.
"Ai vreo cerneală?" he bit out, instinctively reverting to his native language. He was pissed, his alpha power rolling off of him in waves. The teacher's blank stare annoyed him even more. "Do you have any ink for the printer?" he snarled. The teacher pulled himself to his full height.
"Watch your tone, boy," the teacher warned. Cyprian's anger was slowly mounting and it was getting harder to reign in his wolf.

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Historia raised her hand, “I’ll go to the office to get some.” She volunteered kindly to stop anyone from getting in trouble, gazing at the boy with a small smile—she recognized him from the first day he arrived. Since then she had heard he was a foreign exchange student, which was why she hadn’t known or see his face before. Though, his name slipped her mind—it was foreign after all.
After been given confirmation, Historia stood up, tugging her shirt down over the revealed bare skin in a fluster. Blonde hair falling over her blue eyes, she motioned for the boy; “you might as well grab some for your class too.” She reminded wisely, her petite form slipping in front of the boy. Only pausing, with a tilt of her head and asking, “are you okay? I can just grab it and bring it back for you.”