Post by serin on Jun 10, 2005 2:10:37 GMT
OOC: i will add that this is invite only... anyone without a invite directly from me please do not enter
Her name was Naisha, she was a lycan, with brilliant blue eyes and pitch black hair. She had just given birth to five beautiful healthy pups, three females and two males. Each with the same hair as their mother except one who toke on a lighter shade of grayish white like his father. Though two of the pups had jade eyes instead of her blue. The green eyes were the sign of their father, his name was Lucas. A day after the birth of their children Lucas had died defending his children and their mother.
A hunter clan had gotten wind of the two lone lycans and decided to take them out. It had taken three hunters to finally bring down Lucas, which gave Naisha enough time to move every single pup to a new den. She missed her lover so, the pain of his death only eased by the knowledge that he still lived on in their children. After about two days Naisha was able to bare the outside world and go to get the pups food. Unfortunately the hunters had not forgotten about the young mother.
In a ambush attack while she had taken her human form was what started the chain of events. She had barley managed to escape the first time this time she was not so lucky. After a half hour fight with two of the hunters who had killed Lucas, she was wounded fatally. She had eaten some food before her attack, so when she finally made it back to the den and blacked out, she had started to produce her milk. This milk however was tainted with small amounts of silver. But as such four of her pups died shortly after their mother.
The youngest pup however had only taken a few drinks when his mother died. He was beginning to feel the effects of the silver when his siblings passed away. The pain of the silver burning in his body caused him to yelp helplessly. Unlike his siblings who had drunk enough to kill them fairly quickly he had only taken a few, which enabled the pain of the silver to take effect. The small male squirmed around in pain yelping and whining every few moments weakly. He was about 15 feet from the busy Diagon Alley, this was no help, the noise of the street drained out his whimpers and whines for help. He was as good as dead if someone did not get that silver poisoning treated soon.
Her name was Naisha, she was a lycan, with brilliant blue eyes and pitch black hair. She had just given birth to five beautiful healthy pups, three females and two males. Each with the same hair as their mother except one who toke on a lighter shade of grayish white like his father. Though two of the pups had jade eyes instead of her blue. The green eyes were the sign of their father, his name was Lucas. A day after the birth of their children Lucas had died defending his children and their mother.
A hunter clan had gotten wind of the two lone lycans and decided to take them out. It had taken three hunters to finally bring down Lucas, which gave Naisha enough time to move every single pup to a new den. She missed her lover so, the pain of his death only eased by the knowledge that he still lived on in their children. After about two days Naisha was able to bare the outside world and go to get the pups food. Unfortunately the hunters had not forgotten about the young mother.
In a ambush attack while she had taken her human form was what started the chain of events. She had barley managed to escape the first time this time she was not so lucky. After a half hour fight with two of the hunters who had killed Lucas, she was wounded fatally. She had eaten some food before her attack, so when she finally made it back to the den and blacked out, she had started to produce her milk. This milk however was tainted with small amounts of silver. But as such four of her pups died shortly after their mother.
The youngest pup however had only taken a few drinks when his mother died. He was beginning to feel the effects of the silver when his siblings passed away. The pain of the silver burning in his body caused him to yelp helplessly. Unlike his siblings who had drunk enough to kill them fairly quickly he had only taken a few, which enabled the pain of the silver to take effect. The small male squirmed around in pain yelping and whining every few moments weakly. He was about 15 feet from the busy Diagon Alley, this was no help, the noise of the street drained out his whimpers and whines for help. He was as good as dead if someone did not get that silver poisoning treated soon.