The mystery within -Open-

[Pandora]

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[atrb=background,http://i1252.photobucket.com/albums/hh562/Torniquelle/emoral2-2.png] "My lips a flame" A lilith form walked upon the jungle floor. It was an ancient place, a place of mystery and magic. One needed to grow up here in the jungle to truly understand its power. As the giant trees expanded overhead; their leaves covered in rain drops. Pandora didn't mind the rain, nor the rising temps of fall. The female had no where in mind; she just simply wandered. Times where confusing for her; as the power within surged and wanted its freedom. She was uncontrollable, a chaotic mess if you will. She wanted to be unbound; to forget the past and seek some quiet from the barking and anger that surround the pack. Pandora was a ticking time bomb and wanted not to hurt a single soul that she loved. The gray wolf loped on, finding her tree. The tree that she found adoring and ready to give. This tree to her was older then the rest, it was the mother of trees; perhaps to her the tree of life. The female soon approached the massive tree. It held secrets yes; and power. Soon sitting beneath its roots, in a cave like dwelling; Pandora's anger began to disappear. She became cool, like the power she held. Closing her eyes, she because lost to the world. She look as if one; the shadows engulfing her. Maybe now she would find peace. OCC: Sorry its so short >.<

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[Banshee]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/bback-5.jpg] Speech | Think | Walk

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ooc: Sorry about the lateness, busy week.

The trek into the murkiest bowels of the jungle had been an excellent exercise in the Underboss' training, only the more experienced wolves could brave such an area and thus far only the lupus' father Scorch and himself had ever lived to tell the tale. A smirk on his handsome black maw, the fully grown lupus moved about his kingdom with a cocky confidence, light occasionally falling upon the sharp silver stripes that slashed their distinguished way down his stocky body. Now at his full size, Banshee was an impressive looking wolf for his species, muscles draped his body and formed solid walls around his chest region and a long and full tail flicked out confidently behind him as he walked with proud steps. His powers had come to bloom before he had left on his expedition into the jungle darkness, his father had decided that Banshee needed to prove his abilities before he would receive the rank of Underboss and the situation presented itself as a do or die. So Banshee had done and survived to tell the tale with the proof clutched firmly in his jaw, a rare flower that only grew in the deepest part of the jungle.

At 45" and 180 pounds, Banshee matched his father in height and surpassed him in weight, though he was by no means over weight. This meant that their sparring matches had become much more violent and that occasionally Banshee could get the upper hand. Having trained to fight since he had been young, the lupus was unusually well versed in combat, his father had made sure to give his son the most hard earned skills he had been able to and the work had payed off. As second in command to the pack, Banshee stood in line to inherit the title of Don when his Dad died, and although he wasn't quite ready for it yet, Banshee was still looking forward to the day. Often he'd have just rather seen his dad below grass rather than above it, but because Banshee still had a lot of work to do on improving his powers, he had a significant disadvantage.

In any case, the day would come when his father's age would catch up to him and when Banshee would have mastery over his powers much like his body and then royal blood would run and the Mafia would have a new Don. Not yet though, the timing wasn't right, so the Underboss was content with heading out to find his sister and closest friend to see what she had been up to. No doubt with Banshee having reached maturity, so would his sister have which meant two things; first of all Banshee could practice his powers with her and secondly he'd have to supervise her closer to make sure no males came sniffing and trying to weasel their way into power through the Don's daughter. Nose to the ground, Banshee followed Pandora's familiar scent until it led him to a large tree with many intertwining roots exposed to one's view. Darkness shrouded the cavernous berth below them, but Banshee knew his sister was there for her trail stopped at the tree. "Dear sister, come out from your dark nest and greet your brother, I have heard you received a promotion as well?" A grin spread onto his maw as Banshee waited for Pandora to show, eager to see how maturity had treated his sibling.

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