Thread: Blood Moon Pack RP (NTI and BurningWillows)

Terra Night had been a member of the Blood Moon pack her entire life, coming from a strong line of Hell Hound soldiers. Her mother was a recon scout class while her father was the Captain of his own Hell Hound unit and a dear friend to the current Alpha. Coming from such a strong bloodline, Terra grew up in a very disciplined family and very rarely got the love and affection that most parents gave to their pups. Her father showed his love by training her himself in the art of strategic combat and many of those nights were him beating the hell out of her and teaching her how to read her enemies movements and predicting their moves before they made them. Her mother taught her how to use her brain and watch an enemy while being as close as possible to them. Spying on rival Packs or rogue packs. Interrogating other Lycan and using her brain to get answers rather than causing pain...not to say that she didn't inflict pain from time to time just to get her point across. By the time she had reached the age of maturity, sixty years of age, she joined the recruitment ranks of the Hell Hounds. The Elite of the Lycan warriors. Training often times resulted in at least one or two deaths due to the sheer physical and mental strain as well as the brutality of the combat training. In those days, battles with rival packs and skirmishes with human Hunters was a constant battle and thus Hell Hound soldiers were needed to be hardened warriors at all times to defend the race and the civilians that weren't combative. When she reached the age of one hundred years old, she became a full fledged Hell Hound and it was the first and only time her mother and father had hugged her. A huge congratulations to her for holding the family tradition. Twenty years later a group of rogue Lycan's had attacked the Blood Moon pack from within, killing several dozen Lycan's including her mother and father while they were in a meeting with some of the key council members. This sparked a downward spiral for Terra as the level of ferocity in her fighting increased ten fold. Not only did she and her Hell Hound unit hunt down these rogues but they not only killed each male in the rogue pack, but the females and any off spring that had been created, completely eradicating the rogue line entirely. The killing of innocent life, the pups, was highly looked down upon and this earned her a suspension from the Hell Hounds till six months later another Rival pack saw the Blood Moon's weaknesses towards females and children and sent an army of females and young pups to attack the Blood Moon pack. Terra was once again unleashed, which destroyed the rival pack completely. Fast forward three centuries and most of the combat and rival bickering had completely disappeared and the Blood Moon pack finally got to experience a time of peace. Growing into one of the largest packs in the United States thanks to a brilliant and kind Alpha, as well as highly respected, it was a good time. However Terra was a loose cannon. She'd already caused several incidents with human police, mainly from bar brawls. It was the year 2018. Fighting wasn't seen as a way to clear the air anymore, it was seen as a crime. Something that the war hardened Hell Hound had a very hard time adopting. She'd been scolded more than once by several Hell Hound general's for taking a sparring match too far or training the Hell Hound recruits too harshly and causing severe injuries. To her, the Hell Hounds had lost their fangs and she wasn't too happy about it. So now, the Alpha of the pack, Alexander, was moving her from her home to his main estate where she was to undergo therapy to try and quell the beast that raged inside of her or at least keep it on a tight leash. The first week of the move, she had all of her belongings mailed to the main estate and by the time the last box appeared to be put in her new home, one of the outside pool homes, she was on her Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle and driving at a very high rate of speed. Upon pulling into the long drive way of the estate, Terra was in all black riding leathers and her helmet really just spoke volumes about her overall personality. Seeing Alex standing on the front steps with a rather attractive raven haired female made Terra raise an eyebrow. Parking her bike she slid off of her bike and walked over, pulling her helmet off to reveal shoulder length black hair with purple streaks and a pair of striking ice blue eyes. Bowing like any good Hell Hound she sighed. Alex. Why am I here? S'not like I need some stuck up therapist to talk to me about being nice to people.