Welcome to Running with Wolves a wolf role-playing site. Here you can join a play or become a loner, rouge, pet, ect. You could also become a Shape-Shifter. Shape-Shifters are wolves that can take the form of humans. So weather like good or evil you can be one. Make sure you read the rules, and follow them, and have a great time!

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Plot of the Site

A The Seekers of Death. A chill ran down the pups spine and settled in his stomach like a pool of ice. He always believed them to be a nursery tale to frighten young pups like himself, but this was as real as it could get. His mother lay before him, a long gash running across her flank. Several more gory wounds incapacitated her lithe form. Her life was ebbing like the sea of scarlet surrounding her, and he was scared."Go, my son.." she croaked. His ears flattened and a far away screech sent his fur on end. "But...mother!" She growled, and staggered to her feet, panting hoarsely. "Go!" she snarled, the intensity of a mother's maternal instinct shining in her eyes. He opened his mouth to protest, but another screech sent him fleeing. He let out a wail of pure desolation. A mistake. The screeching grew louder and the moon's once comforting light was blotted out in a flurry of black leather wings. He yelped and ran as fast as his short legs would carry him. The reek of blood emanated from his fur, leaving a clear path for the beasts to follow. The ominous flitting of wings became distinguishable amongst the bloodcurdling shrieks. He panted, his heart racing, and gasped as he stumbled on a root, being sent head over tail down a dank, muddy hill. He tumbled into a patch of brambles and lay there, completely still, hoping his mud covered coat would blend in with his surroundings. The Seekers of Death flew straight overhead and his breath caught. The myriad of midnight black wolves flew over, their fur glistened in the faint light of the moon as the leader let out a furious mix between a howl and a yelp of rage at their loss. Finally, they tilted upwards, vanishing into the violet velvet of the night. Material is copyright jayface

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