Before time in memorial, our kind existed. We watched the rise of homo sapiens and we lived among them, but we were never apart of them. We were special, blessed by the moon goddess to become wolves at will. In those days, humans were few in numbers…they were so spread out. Now, in the modern world, with modern technology, it’s not nearly so easy to hide. Humans systematically destroy the wilderness to build their urban sprawl, their mini-malls, and their suburbia. They spread like a plague. And the hunters…we can still feel their hot breath on the nap of our necks as they turn us into prey. Our numbers are fewer, the Bloodlines grows thin. We are members of the Blackfire Pack, one of the last werewolf packs left in North America...Join us, if you are brave enough. ***Keep in mind, this NOT a White Wolf or Underworld sort of RPG. Our werewolves are literally people who turn into wolves, more loyal to old myths/legends and such novels as "Bitten" by Kelley Armstrong or "Blood and Chocolate" by Annette Curtis Klause. Members must be able to write a minimum of two paragraphs and use proper grammar/spelling!***