The Alphas

[Wolfbane]

The moon hangs low in the sky tonight, her pearlescent glow illuminating the darkened forest in a series of silvery shadows. A dark wolf appears infront of you, offering an invitation with the glint in his eye. This wolf is a Staertellen, a roaming story teller that speaks the tales of old. He turns, flisking his ear and beckoning you to follow. You do, and soon find yourself in a cosy gathering of wolves from far flung territories, each one gazing in eager anticpation. The ebony Staertellen signals for silence, and begins his tales of famous Gods and wolves from days gone by.

The Dragga's and Drappa's of the Sight


The Koran Pack

Andre, Dragga of Koran

Andre never knew who his parents were; he never had a real family, or a pack to belong to at birth. The young pup found himself alone as his eyes opened, left for dead on the other side of the mountains bordering the Valley he now calls home. Not knowing how to survive, the pup nearly died. Fortunately, an old fortune teller found him and taught him the skills he needed to sruvive. The red wolf was taught to hunt, and about the lore of the world. The old varg never once told Andre his name, and lived in a veil of secrecy for the time he acted as father for the red wolf. The fortune teller claimed to have The Sight, and an old and graying falcon always rested on his shoulder.

One day, when the two stopped for the night, the older varg told Andre that he must travel over the mountains and into the valley, for that was where his future lay. Andre agrred to it, but asked why the fortune teller spoke as though he would not be accompanying him. The gray varg ignored his question, and told him to go to sleep, which he did. When Andre woke up in the morning, the older varg was not at his side where he had been before. The pup searched for a long time before finding him dead, miles away from where they had lain to rest for the night. Oddly enough, the falcon was dead next to him, in the same peaceful manner. Andre would never forget the closest thing to a father he had ever had.

Andre travelled into the valley, as he had been instructed to do, and made a life for himself, eventually mating the beautiful arctic faemme, Tarkah, and becoming proud alphas of their own pack. As young mates, the two had parented a single illegitimate son, Bryrpaw, who seemed to be dead. They had left him reluctantly in the cave where he was born. They later adopted a pup named Bryrpaw, to discover him as their son, for he had not died. The two mated again, and had 5 children. Soon after their first litter was delivered, Andre became ensnared in a human's bear trap. He nearly had to chew off his leg before a young human freed him. Exhausted and emaciated Andre returned to his pack, determined to wreak vengeance on the Humans. Andre struck out again, and layed waste to all the Human villages surrounding the valley, and returned to find his pack falling apart from the inside out. During this time he sired a seond litter with Tarkah, then left again, hoping to cleanse the whole valley of Humans. Andre returned crushed, lacking motivation, wearied and with a heart of coal. He hopes now to either revive his old life, or fade into history and die alone in the place where the fortune teller had died.

Andre's past is wreathed in Mystery, and he hopes, if he lives, to be able to find out the truth of what happened to his parents and his pack.

The Human Behind the Wolf

Andrew is a 14 year old United States citizen. He lives in Delaware, on the Atlantic ocean. Andrew enjoys Karate, Boy Scouts, Music (Rock), writing, and sleeping. Sleeping most of all. He aspires to be a Novelist; his greatest hobby being writing. When asked why he likes Rping, Andrew replies:

"It's just cool how you can be something your not. I realise how depressing and boring the real world is, and I love to live in places other than reality, even if they are just in my own mind. Writing is an escape for me. I can forget all the problems I have, and live another life; a better one."

Tarkah, Drappa of Koran

Tarkah was orphaned early in life, after a hunting sortie of humans brutally annihilated her birth pack. Hoping to find solace in the lands of Transylvania, Tarkah made the awesome journey through dangerous lands, eventually ending up under the watchful eye of Zhentee, the Dragga of Ge-rad at that time.

But her exploring days were not yet over. While roaming hill and dale, Tarkah happened on a wolf that bared an uncanny resemblance to her once older brother. Maverick, as it turned out, was in fact her older brother, having escaped the guns of the humans by hiding in a cave. Now reunited, they continue to travel to each others lands to this day.

It was on a visit to Frecne, Maverick’s adopted pack, that Tarkah first met Andre. A large winter blizzard caught them both unawares, forcing them both to seek the same cave for shelter. Deep and meaningful conversations ensued, and Tarkah slowly realised she’d fallen for the big red male. Through enlisting Maverick’s help, and after some strategic tripping, Tarkah finally confessed her love to Andre, and they‘ve been together ever since. Soon after, they left their respective packs to set up one of their own, meeting Bryrpaw along the way, who became their adopted son. Now, some winters on, Tarkah gave birth to a litter of five; Amadahy, Danti, Istas, Lyra and Cizer.

The Human Behind the Wolf

Ashely, a fourteen year old Canadian, has a bubbly personality, and loves to make you laugh. She’s willing to help out in all manner of things, and her enthusiasm for life cheers you up on the dullest of days. When asked on why RPG was just so damned cool, she replied with,

“…I like rpg because it is the best way to get out of your existing life. In rpg's you can be who ever you want to be and live what however you want. If you are feeling down or upset, when your in the rpg world you forget all about your worries. Its like you live another life. When I'm roleplaying my character, its actually MY own character, its like who I Am. Almost like I lived the rps I posted in…”

With her fantastic posting skills, Tarkah has become a well loved and valued member of the Sight.

Markaz, Co-Dragga of Koran

[Wolfbane]

The Deor Pack

Chalos Autumn, Dragga of Deor

[Wolfbane]

The Ge-rad Pack

Bryrpaw, Dragga of Ge-rad

A cold dark night saw the birth of Bryrpaw, an illegitimate son of Tarkah and Andre. But the youth, in all appearances, was dead, and so left by his parents to the loving embrace of Fenris and Tor. However, the youth, named Bryrpaw later in life, had not died, and was eventually found by a kindly Drappa who took him in as her own. Happiness ensued for some months, till ….. Discovered a dislike for the cub, and threw him into the river.

But Bryrpaw was a resilient wolf, and survived the terrifying ordeal, meeting another called Muyho, who cared for Bryrpaw as a brother, and introduced him to his own pack. But good things do not always last, doubley so in Bryrpaws case, for Muyho was killed by…., and Bryrpaw once again abandoned to fate.

Discovering that his birth parents still lived, Bryrpaw searched them out, finally able to live the happy family life he’d been so long deprived off. While……….he met Talla, and at once fell in love with the pale coloured wolf. Luck shone down on the happy couple, for once his parents left the pack to set up their own, Bryrpaw and Talla were the senior wolves of Ge-rad, and after Zhentees death, and Nightdancer Zephyrs early retirement, took on the position of Alpha.

Since then, they have birthed a litter of cubs together; two girls and two boys named Kairi, Jaz, Rael and Renik.

The Human Behind the Wolf

Matt, aged 16 from Canada describes himself as a stubborn individual. His great sense of humour means he is really easy to get along with, provided you don’t irritate him. When questioned on why he enjoys RPG so much, Matt replied with;

“…RPing, God, you feel like you have so much control. You tell the character what to do, and they do it. It's fun, and well, it lets me escape my real, overly annoying life…”


Talla, Drappa of Ge-rad

Talla was born into a large pack of wolves on the other side of the Carpathian Mountains. Her father and her mother being the Alphas of this large pack, paid little attention to her, but she was happily brought up by her older brother of three years, Renik (who she later named her first son after). She had only been a young pup when her pack was attacked by rival pack of bears, which had been in war against her family long before her and Renik were ever born. She was the only one spared of the pack, her brother, though dying, saved her from the claws of another bear. Stunned, scared and orphaned, Talla ran from her native homeland to the other side of the mountains onto Transylvania. She had stumbled onto the lands terrified and confused, but quickly befriended another young pup, Mordae.

Talla had long travelled as a young kerl through the Transylvanian forest when she met and befriended more vargs; one of the most important friendships created was between herself and Tarkah. Her new friend had told her about her home in the Ge-rad pack and Talla eagerly joined Ge-rad, later becoming a Huntress of the pack. It was also because of Tarkah that she had met Bryrpaw, who she fell madly in love with the first time she set eyes upon his proud face. They have been together since, giving birth and raising 4 pups, Renik, Kairi, Rael and Jaz, and later on adopted the young Faris. After a long time with Ge-rad, Zephyr and Zhentee appointed Talla and her loving mate to become the new leaders.

The Human Behind the Wolf

Tanya, a 14 year-old from Canada, is a loud and rather cheery teenager. She is always making people laugh, intentionally or just from her “plain acts of stupidity”. She loves to cheer anyone up who needs it and is always willing (and loves) to make a fool out of herself, for whatever reasons that may be. When she was asked why she loved to post on TS she replied:

“Well the first time I joined it was only because my best friend Ashley (Tarkah) wanted me to, but now it helps occupy ‘the nerd’ within me. The people and friends you meet too are just amazing; it’s just a wonderful chance to show a side of yourself that people in you’re everyday lives just don’t see!”<br>
A mild obssession with sporks, and a happy go lucky personality has made Talla an invaluable source of both humour and good RPG.

[Wolfbane]

The List Pack

Bristol, Dragga of List

Fiory, Star Gazing Drappa of List

Fiory’s first pack, the pack she was born into, had been ruled by only her parents. Her two brothers were the only other members in their very small pack. Her sire's name had been Brennon, and her dam's Denisha. Unlike her brothers, Fiory was the only one of them that was black, like her mother. They were both tanned gold like their father was. Food was plentiful for the small growing family, and Denisha always loved showing her young daughter the stars at night. Stories would flood the young she-wolf's mind, and they all came from her mother. Her favorite story, was that of the she wolf who loved Tor so much, she ran up a tree and onto the stars to stay with her, forever becoming a constalation in the sky. Fiory even dreamed of one day becoming as fast and as swift as her legendary idol. The young inexperienced parents had made their den site fairly close to the human's village. Before this point, Brennon would take his children down to see the native americans who lived nearby the settlers homes. At first, Fiory had been scared of the people, but soon found that some were not as evil as others. The little family had grown quite fond of their two legged friends, and often Brennon and Denisha would take their children to visit Wolf Arrow, the cheif of the tribe...But the happy family's existance wasn't ment to last for long.

The Settlers nearby one night invaded the indian camp, rampaging it with fire and looting it of goods they needed or wanted. Which was the truth, none of the small family knew, all they knew, was that the fire was spreading uncontrollable. Fiory and Denisha had been sitting upon their boulder telling the young stargazer her favorite story again, when her mother smelt the smoke. Fiory would never forget the look of terror on her mother's face, when the fire lept out from the trees and scorched the branches nearby. Her world became a blur, as Denisha grabbed the young she-wolf and ran toward the den site as fast as her legs would carry her. Once there, they found that the den site had been destroyed...Fire had reached there aswell, and now was an inferno of red hot flame. Before her mother could run away from the heat again, the golden hues Fiory had welled with tears, for she had seen her father's lifeless body, crackling upon the ground near the den's firey entrance.

Denisha ran, and ran ever still, her path being through the valleys below the mountain, and then up it. She traveled all night and all day the next morning, never stopping, never tiring. She made it over the small mountain top and reached the base by midday, Fiory still clutched in her jaws. But by then she was exhausted, and tripped upon an exposed rock, never to get up again. Fiory flew from her mother's jaws, landing a foot or so away and plodding back to Denisha's side with unsteady puppy legs. Her mother's breath was leaving her body, and her legs could go no futher, so with a small weakened smile upon her lips, she gave her daughter one last lick, whispering tenderly into her ears.

"Keep going....Don't look back...and never forget." Denisha's saphire hues sparkled kindly as the pup nodded her head, crystaline tears falling down her ebony cheeks. But heeding her mother's words, Fiory turned to leave, her mother dieing behind her, but she would not look back, she would not stop, and she would never forget.

Shortly after the death of her mother and her entire family, the young foresaken she-wolf meandered here, to a shiny riverbed where she lapped at the water thirstily. It was here where she met her future Drappa, her mate, and saved a life from drowning. Bila, Bristol and Tsuki had been her first friends, her first comfort after her tragic loss, and from then on, the storyteller continued to keep her mother's promise, telling the stories her mother told her, and never forgetting their sad goodbye....

The Human Behind the Wolf

[Wolfbane]

The Sarnes Pack

Serg, Dragga of Sarnes

Son of the pack alphas, Serg began life as a normal pup. It was only as he grew up that his old pack noticed something different about him; he was more vicious than his siblings, sought frequent solitude, and he always had very different ideas about what to do for fun than his brothers and sisters did. He revelled in stories about Wolfbane and the Balkar, and even in his young mind, always dreamed of joining the proud Night Hunter's ranks. He knew he was different from them, and he was proud of that fact, he would have hated to be one of them, and he refused to be moulded into a pathetic weaselling little obedient cub they tried to make him be.

Finally, when Serg and his siblings were left alone, Serg departed, fed up with his pack and the rules they applied. He left in search of his dreams; living as one of the feared Balkar.

Serg never dreamed of accomplishing anything more, he was content in his minor reign of terror and proud to be who he was. He was dumbfounded when offered the position of Second, and gratefully took the role, but not for as long as he expected.

Things only got confusing when he met Dark Eveline. They fought, and argued, until they realised that they didn’t want to be each other's enemy. From then on Serg has planned nothing, which others might say has worked well for the varg, for he rose to become Dragga of Sarnes, and then, very unexpectedly, was offered the position of First.

The Human Behind the Wolf

J, as he prefers to be called, is 16 from England. He can easily be described as a pain in the evil one, if you asked Fenris. but really once you forget all his character's evilness, arrogance and pride you'll find that J is a real softie in contrast, who will either talk you to death about his random money-making schemes, or make you laugh to death about them and all his minor and major accidents. He asks you to feel free to laugh at him, otherwise he fears you might just despair. When asked why he liked to RP so much he said.

"Well I can get away from real life and all it's problems and issues, and really become someone else. I can say and do things I would never dream of doing in real life, its just an escape, and a great outlet for any creativeness I have locked up inside me somewhere (deep, deep inside, still searching for it. no worries) and its also a great way of meeting people who are also addicted to this wonderful thing called the Internet."

Dark Eveline, Drappa of Sarnes

[Wolfbane]

The Balkar

Serg, First of the Balkar

Son of the pack alphas, Serg began life as a normal pup. It was only as he grew up that his old pack noticed something different about him; he was more vicious than his siblings, sought frequent solitude, and he always had very different ideas about what to do for fun than his brothers and sisters did. He revelled in stories about Wolfbane and the Balkar, and even in his young mind, always dreamed of joining the proud Night Hunter's ranks. He knew he was different from them, and he was proud of that fact, he would have hated to be one of them, and he refused to be moulded into a pathetic weaselling little obedient cub they tried to make him be.

Finally, when Serg and his siblings were left alone, Serg departed, fed up with his pack and the rules they applied. He left in search of his dreams; living as one of the feared Balkar.

Serg never dreamed of accomplishing anything more, he was content in his minor reign of terror and proud to be who he was. He was dumbfounded when offered the position of Second, and gratefully took the role, but not for as long as he expected.

Things only got confusing when he met Dark Eveline. They fought, and argued, until they realised that they didn’t want to be each other's enemy. From then on Serg has planned nothing, which others might say has worked well for the varg, for he rose to become Dragga of Sarnes, and then, very unexpectedly, was offered the position of First.

The Human Behind the Wolf

J, as he prefers to be called, is 16 from England. He can easily be described as a pain in the evil one, if you asked Fenris. but really once you forget all his character's evilness, arrogance and pride you'll find that J is a real softie in contrast, who will either talk you to death about his random money-making schemes, or make you laugh to death about them and all his minor and major accidents. He asks you to feel free to laugh at him, otherwise he fears you might just despair. When asked why he liked to RP so much he said.

"Well I can get away from real life and all it's problems and issues, and really become someone else. I can say and do things I would never dream of doing in real life, its just an escape, and a great outlet for any creativeness I have locked up inside me somewhere (deep, deep inside, still searching for it. no worries) and its also a great way of meeting people who are also addicted to this wonderful thing called the Internet."

A loving mate, and fearless leader, Serg has battled his way into the very heart of this site.