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I tell you now the words as they were passed down to me by my ancestors. In the time before time, the great and powerful Ancient Ones roamed the land where they willed. Heedless of the destruction they wrought as they trod the dust of the earth under their terrible feet, they were without measure or equal.
Each of the Great Ones embodied one of the controlling factors of the great cosmos. Theirs were the forces of Creation, Destruction, Conflict, Time, and Nature but those are not their true names; those must never be uttered again. They begat many fearful children without thought or care of the meager race of man who scurried away from them while calling them gods and demons. The most terrifying of these deities to humanity was Nature for she, with the help of her sister Creation formed the myriad of monsters and creatures that preyed on early civilization.
It were these children of Nature who gave man his earliest fears of the dark, of claw and fur, scale and fang. And her children’s predatations were as sadistic and bloody as the gory swath of their mother’s own rampages.
But in the end, mankind managed to prevail, by banding together and turning their collective backs on the terrors that haunted them. Denied the fear and belief that sustained them, the dark gods faded into shadows and stories; remembered only in myths and legends. But before they left this place, the prophet among them; Time cursed humanity with his last breath.
“Heed my words o hateful vermin; there will come a tyme when thou will become as we are now. As little gods of pettiness and cruelty, thy deities and fortunes shall abandon thou to wallow in the tangled morass of your own machinations. And it shall be in that tyme of suffering that we shall return. But not as we are. Nay, we shall return in guises of lowly men to better bring doom and trepidation to thou. And only then will thou shall come to know true retribution and reparation!”
I tell you this now as a warning from my great ancestors whom were among those who banished the Ancient Ones from our lands. The end of times will soon be upon us, those who shall not be named again already walk the sands of the world under their shod feet. Wearing faces of men but possessing the ancient and dark hearts of their ancient incarnations; they have come to bring the world of man to it’s knees once more.
For all of creation runs in a cycle. And they are it’s beginning and it’s ending.
Prepare yourself.
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And that time is now!
The Wyld, as she refers to herself, is the Incarnation of Nature. But before you start thinking she's this granola munching tree hugger, you might stop and try to remember what the world was like before the civilization of man tried to yoke it to his own ends. It was beautiful, yes. But violent and unpredictable. And so it is that that spirit has found it's way to being reborn in the mortal form of a librarian named Nicole.
As such, Nicole has developed what she likes to call "a copasetic truce" with her savage alter ego. Most people will only meet The Wyld in all her glory in this place as Nicole prefers quiet evenings alone with books. But one shouldn't fear for their life...too much. These days The Wyld delights in her earthly senses and giving in to her carnal urges with savage gusto. She's really enjoying her time on the mortal realm among it's people and hopes that the End is a long time in coming.
-Description-
She likes to portray herself in a sort of distorted version of Nicole. Whereas the librarian is modest and repressed, The Wyld prefers nudity, flaunting her body for all to see. She appears (at least initially) as a Caucasian female, about 5'6" and while she possesses curves in all the right places, is well muscled with a dancer's physique. Her long brunette hair fluffs out from her head like a lion's mane. While at first glance, human: when one notices the blazing green eyes, claws and fangs, they realize that she is in fact a predator playing at being a "helpless" human female.
The Wyld, is in fact a shapeshifter, capable of transforming into creatures of legend. The trick to it is that she has only just "awoken" to her nature and needs to be "reminded" of her forms by other genetic material. I.E. there's a reason she's come to this place where so many different species co-exist. And as these forms are unlocked, they will be added here for your perverted pleasure. :D
Quoteables:
pyro: She's more a semi-frightening construct of nature that graces us with our presence because she needs genetic material in order to remember all her forms. And she likes getting it through copulation.
Wyld: Aww, but here the mental *is* phyical.
Zycky:Damn....Wlyd is right. Her mental is physically awesome. I want to have hot sex with her mental right now.
Pets:Bogkun, Snooze, Maxxwell. (much love to my pups, and wolf)