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It started with studying. The mannerisms, the aggression, the diet. Yes. Thats how everything starts isn’t it. Wolves. That had become the fascination of many. To many, wolves were pets or creatures of darkness. To him, it was progress. He had seen how these beasts moved. Their sense of pack, their protectiveness, and their power. How, how could he make this a trait he could give his family? A dark smile fell upon his lips as he found the solution. The Study of the Wolf The studies began with the most basic. He took a few wolf pups from various packs and brought them together. The wolves grew with little contact on his land. Keeping to the trees, he watched them interact and grow. The pecking order was soon discovered. He smiled in glee as he watched the stronger wolves take lead. As they would hunt and kill the creatures in his land, he kept his eyes on the omega of the pack. After several months, he slipped in and took down the omega. The next part of his studies was the biological. Safe in his basement, he pulled the creature apart, studying its biology. To his amazement, it was similar to his own. This made him more sure they would be compatible to him. Taking samples of flesh, blood, and tissue, he put them away in jars and disposed of the long since dead wolf. Now he had the pieces he needed, now he just needed to figure out how to make himself one of these creatures. The Experiments The wolves continued to run free in his land as he began experimenting. The pack grew in size and he would pick off the omega’s to avoid disrupting the pecking order. At first it was just seeing what made them tick. He would torture the poor creatures until they died, learning every little detail he could. Finally he decided he had to get a strong male. Something that matched him. While the pack hunted, he found the perfect fit near the front. An alpha. With a quick fire of his bow, he took it down. Bringing the wolf to his home, he began his tests. First it was sharing blood with the unconscious creature. No, that didn’t work. Next he tried magic. He could never find the right one for what he needed. Nearly giving up, he remembered his friend who did contract magic. After weeks of begging and pleading, he got the information needed. Now came the hard part, perfecting the seal. The magic itself was hard enough to learn. But after years of study, he managed to get enough down to try again. Once more, he went out and captured himself the alpha male. He started with small symbols that only gave him injury or damaged the wolf. After enough time passed, he had to put the wolf out of its misery, unable to use it anymore with its damaged form. Frustrated he went off to study various symbols and experiment. After nearly 60 years since he began, he found it. The Ritual The wolf snapped and snarled at him as he chained it to the altar he made outside. Its grey fur lifting along its spine as it growled and howled. A smile crossed his lips as he carved into the hard ground. Slowly the symbol became apparent as he sat in the middle of his circle. His eyes fell on the wolf as it growled. It was time. As the full moon reached its peak during the warmest summer nights, he killed the wolf. A slice of his special bone blade, made from the sharpened femoral bone, made quick work of the wolf. Making his cuts count, he marked the pelt from jowls to tail base. As the blood filled the grooves, he began to skin the wolf. Removing the pelt and heart, he moved back to the center. He placed the heart in his lap and the pelt over his shoulders. Closing his eyes he concentrated. The blood finished filing the symbols on the ground and began to pulse darkly with the magic. Slowly the wolf body was absorbed into the circle and with a howl of pain, his flesh began to burn with black flames. The Transformation As the flames died off, he laid on the ground panting. His eyes closed in agony as he laid there. Slowly he sat up and let out a howl of pain. His flesh looked boiled and blistered. The moon slowly slid across the sky, and with it, a new sensation. Food. He shakingly got to his feet and looked around. Blinking he caught the fresh scent of food and he followed it. As he crept on his meal, he was dimly aware of what it truly was. With a swift attack with his blade, he dispatched the small creature and consumed it. The blood dripped from his chin and he looked around. As the sunlight glinted off his form, he finally noticed it. His form changed just slightly from his previous form. Curious and excited he decided to go look it over. He hurried back to his house and took a good look at himself. What he saw nearly made him pass out. His eyes had changed to the wolf’s piercing golden color. His brow, much more bushy and stuck in a scowl. His nose turned slightly up and his teeth had lengthened slightly with his canines a slight bit longer. His ears elongated only slightly and pointed. Looking himself over he noticed his arm and leg hair was much thicker and longer. Looking at his hands he noticed his nails had grown a bit as well. A smile plastered across his lips as he stared at the bloodied new form. However, the smile lasted only for a moment as the hunger subsided and his form began to shift. Again the pain of the flames raced across his skin dropping him to his knees. A scream echoed through the property as he falls and darkness falls over the land. The Curse of the VulChirr The diaries of the finder were found in a box by an elven man. Within the leather bound pages are the entries on the process. He read through them finding each one holding a clue how to do the process again. “Day 32, The transformations get less and less painful. I have yet to gain control. It seems to happen when I get extremely hungry. I must see if there is a way to control this. The light is getting harder on my eyes and even the sounds of birds are getting annoying. Must be more sensitive. Will test out my hearing range with my son Edgar.” “Day 52, The thirst for blood and flesh seems to be growing worse. I have been transforming nearly everyday now. I am beginning to fear the safety of my family. Edgar seems to be worried about his family’s safety and has distanced himself. We have stopped talking until I can control this desire.” “Day 72, The blood. There was so much blood. I killed them. I managed to return to normal before I killed her. My granddaughter. She was injured badly, but she survived. I will not let this happen. I have to save her. I hope the ritual can save her.” “Day 74, She survived the ritual and it seems she is healing well. Something in me is pulling me to protect her. This new sense of, pack. This is interesting. I will try this with more people.” “Day 321, My pack has grown. We have learned to control the changes. These notes will serve me well later. We will be leaving Anthos immediately to avoid the hunts.” The notes were later discovered by another in a burnt down village in the wilds.The pack has been dead for a while now. Only the notes speak of the curse of the VulChirr. Main Points The VulChirr are a cursed group created through ritual and sacrifice. There is very little that sets them apart besides the minor transformation of the body. This is a closed ritual and only the alpha’s will have access to the ritual information (books). Pro’s - VulChirr have hearing and smell sense akin to Dogs - They have a strong connection to their pack - Their features change only slightly, giving them a fearful look - Slightly stronger than their normal form - After several months, they can control the transformations, somewhat - Very controlled in terms of who can become one. Cons - They are more sensitive to loud noises and strong smells - They enrage a lost easier than Orcs, making them more volitile - Are very blood thirsty during the first few months - Transform when hungry or highly threatened - Will get sick if they eat vegetation - Will harm any not in their pack without a second thought. - Transformations back cause extreme fatigue during the first two years - Thanhium crystals are poisonous to the VulChirr -Very painful transformation, and a possibility of gaining dislocated limbs after reverting back. -After they have reverted back, theyare stricken with weakness and a need to sleep. -An occasional, but overwhelming sense of anxiety/fear/anger which normally triggers a transformation. -If the user is a magic user, they are wiped of their magic abilities. -If the user has a child, the child has DOES NOT have the ability to become unless doing ritual. OOC Really this is just an idea for a new creature thing giving some change. No MC buffs or anything, PVP just like a normal player. Its just a character with a new skin really. If accept I do not want it to get out of control. So I would like to be the leader of this and such, just a good way to start some interesting RP and change. And becoming one DOES NOT mean they are evil, debating on the character way. If my character became one he'd try his VERY best to control his lust to kill as a VulChirr. But its the LoreMaster choice. :) If there is more to be added I do not mind adding more. This was not easy to do. Made by Zer0, Trintastic, and JadeKadoa

Faculty Application: Name: Ramza Mantisuku Race: Half Elf / Half Human Gender: Male Age: 28 Subject you wish to teach: Water Evocation Years of experience in that field of study:6-9 years IG years and Since Sept 2013 Reason you wish to teach at our College: I am tired and alone in the Mantisuku mansion and do not see a lot of water evocationist. And I would like to teach the art and beautiful of water in each form of water and to meet new people. Faculty is paid 30 minas every three elven days. ((OOC)) Username: ZeroMasterZx Skype Name: johnmccullough10

Fiend XD that was so adorable. +1