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Name: Ani Wolf
Age: ??? [Appears 18]
Birthdate: August 8
Sexuality: Lamb Heterosexual
Marital Status: Lamb ???
Location: ???
Rank: Civilian

Race: Spirit || Human
Special Characteristics:

Height: 6'3
Weight: 200lbs
Eye Color: Ice Blue
Fur/Skin Color: Human: Pale White || Wolf: Raven Black
Hair Color | Length: Raven black, hanging long toward the center of his back. Styled in a thick braid, so that it appears as a wolf's tail trailing behind him.
General Description:
Human Form:

Wolf Form:



"The masks of the Kindred seek you!"

Ageless and aging, forgotten but never gone; Wolf is a concept, a man, a beast, a hunter. Many beyond count have worn the name Wolf, and many more into times unimaginable will as well; yet all are one and the same, in a way beyond the understanding of mortal men. Always the savage beast, not always a man, Wolf is the partner and other half of Kindred, the eternal hunter that stalks with the eternal assassin, the savage counterbalance to Lamb's grace and poise.  Kindred represents the twin essences of death. Lamb’s bow offers a swift release from the mortal realm for those who accept their fate. Wolf hunts down those who run from their end, delivering violent finality within his crushing jaws. Though interpretations of Kindred’s nature vary across the world, every marked mortal must choose the true face of their death.

"Lamb, tell me a story."
"There was once a pale man with dark hair who was very lonely."
"Why was it lonely?"
"All things must meet this man, so they shunned him."
"Did he chase them all?"
"He took an axe and split himself in two right down the middle."
"So he would always have a friend?"
"So he would always have a friend."

Wolf does not remember a time when he was not Wolf. He was told, in his younger years, an infinity ago and an infinite number of times since, that his name is Ani; the name given to him when he was born to this world and before he could hunt; but he has always hunted and will always hunt, and he is always and forever will be Wolf. Only Lamb, his dearest, little Lamb, may call him by that name, and only in whispered breaths when they are alone and the world is only them; between hunts when the hidden moon shines only for them and they are most alive; truly alive, beyond the marks and the targets given to them by Fate; when the only target is each other, and they play and fight and win and lose and live and die a million times and a million times they will do it again. Always and forever, the eternal bond, the Kindred are together, and he is Wolf. He is always Wolf. She is Lamb, and she will always be Lamb. They wear a billion faces and a billion names and they are always the same. They are Lamb and Wolf, and they are Kindred.

"Tell me again, little Lamb, which things are mine to take?"
"All things, dear Wolf."

Wolf does not remember the time before Lamb. He remembers a lonely moment when he could not see her, but then she returned to him, she always returns to him; with a new face and a new body but she was still Lamb, she is always Lamb; and they where together again and he was happy, so very happy; fore new hunts had come with her return, and he could chase and run and rend and tear and rip and feast and bathe in blood. He was only happy with Lamb, he can only be happy with Lamb; he cannot hunt without her, and if he cannot hunt, he cannot live; there is no use for hunter such as him without her; he is not Kindred unless he had his Lamb, and he is always Kindred, and she is always Kindred, and they are one and the same and different an eternal. All things must fall to her bow, or his teeth; that is the way of the world and always will be and always has been. The eternal truth of this world.

A place of rock and age, a temple, he has been told; he sees it so rarely; once in a lifetime yet always he is there; the place that Fate inhabits, the place from which he was born. Not physically so, he is born in a million different places to a million different families and bloodlines, yet he only remembers the Temple; he remembers waking up from a long nap to find his Lamb beside him, always beside him, always ready for the next hunt, and he is happy. He is always happy, so long as he is with her. There will always be a new hunt, forever more to hunt, until there is nothing left but Kindred. When there is nothing left but Kindred, he will be at peace.

“There are always more, until the day there is only Kindred.”
“And then will you run from me?”
“I would never run from you, dear Wolf.”

RP Sample:  The chase eternal, the beating of hearts synchronized yet different, one races heavy and fast, the other beats slow and melodically; They are Wolf and Lamb, Lamb, and Wolf, Kindred now and forever. Wolf chases his newest prey, a scared child-warrior, a squire, a page, an apprentice, a thousand words to convey the same meaning, a boy that is not a man, not a warrior, not yet, and never to be. The chase is life, the thrill feeds him like nothing else could; the gentle hum of his beloved little Lamb clear beyond all things in his sharp ears, as if she was standing beside him yet she is not, she is far behind and far away, racing through the shadows with him as he chases this man boy through the endless forests of fate.

There is no escape, all must meet their fate by Kindred's hand; the swift mercy of Lamb's arrows, the glorious pain of Wolf's teeth; this is an absolute of the world. They are beyond time, beyond life and death and above all things; they are the end, entropy's hand. The boy is far ahead, his is small and quick, and Wolf is taking his time to enjoy his hunt, it has only been a few fleeting moments and it has been so long; an eternity since his last hunt, the wet blood still clinging to his fangs and claws and staining his clothing just as this fresh flesh will too; fangs closing over the neck of the boy; a pained scream, the glorious music of his existance, sweet symphony of pain and life. The boy is dragged back, claws digging into flesh and rending it from bone, brilliant hot blood sputtering everywhere and seasoning the air like the most decadent of sins.

"Please... mercy...!"

"There is no Mercy for those Marked by Fate. All will fall to Kindred!"

A final scream, wet and gurgling and dying a painful death with it's master; the man child silenced by the throat now hanging from Wolf's jaws, the hunter slowly savoring the morsel as he chewed it, raw and blood, the best sort of meal. Lamb was beside him as he feasted, she was always with him, and he with her, and she merely hummed for him as he ate; the Mark was sated, yet a new one had appeared for them already, and they left the corpse behind for the scavengers and beasts. The hunt is eternal, and eternity called to them.

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