Name: Alana Maher Age: 26 Appearance: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0CRIpTRY...AAFz8/fZG3UJBOSQ0/s1600/jessica_biel__019.jpg Nobody knew how they had found out about them. Rumor was there was a traitor within the small den. Such an odd thing to hear, that specific den was by far the smallest and there truly was no reason for them to be betrayed, they had not harmed anyone...not recently at least and they had not done anything to them. Those bloodsuckers...they considered themselves nobles and aristocrats when they were the worst of all races. The most cruel and crude. For some reason they thought the wolves were only worthy as slaves, just because they smelled like dogs; apparently that is how ther were to be treated. Many of them were more than capable of working in a town and living a normal life...mostly normal. They even had members in high ranks amongst the humans. But nay, apparently the vampires could march in and do as they please to the town and people the wolves had come to terms with. Disgusting fiends, children of the darkness. At least they had greater control than them, for the werewolves it was more of a curse...for them...it seemed to be a blessing... The vampires thought so lowly of the werewolves that they wouldn’t even transport them properly. They forced them to walk in the dark, their faces covered as they pulled them along. Shackles and binds infused with silver, not enough to kill a werewolf but enough to severely weaken them. Most of the wolves were male, their likelihood of survival was greater than a female; but if a woman managed to survive the infection and first transformation...they could prove to be more potent than the males. There were few women scattered amongst the slaves. Their figures thinner, curvier and with a shirt. The men were pulled around shirtless. Horse drawn carriages pulling the large amount of werewolves to the fortified town. For anyone who disobeyed, well, they got lashed. Silver bladed tips adorned the black whips that the vampires carried, if struck enough times it could potentially kill. In the distance the large structure arose, lightning cracking behind the mountains beyond. All the wolves could smell the storm approaching for a few days now. Screams could be heard from the misbehaving werewolves. All their brethren wincing at the sound of their painful screams. The carriages squealed to a stop as the gates of the entrance creaked open. Heads twitched in the directions of random sounds. Whispers, children chuckling, crude words being spoken of the masked slaves. Hair was grabbed as the masks were removed. Her Emerald eyes adjusting to the brighter environment. The town was completely devoid of life, everyone within in was dead and decaying, the smell of rot and death heavily flowed through the air. She looked around, eyes watched all of them from every angle. Gritting her teeth she met as many gazes as possible before her eyes met those of her brethren, some of them afraid, others angered as was she. The woman stood tall, taller than most women, and taller than a few men, she reached the average height of a man. Her hair was dirty and matted from the moisture of the approaching storm, the colour not evident at the moment but usually it was a dirty blonde colour with a reddish hue. Her eyes a piercing emerald green, her frame was strong and built. Her features were sharp and straight. The woman’s name was Alana Maher. She was indeed a werewolf, not mistakenly brought here with the rest. She had lived a peaceful and happy life as a child until the vampires attacked; her hatred for them was strong and only became stronger after she had been left out by them, to be eaten by the wolves. The scars that adorned her back, arms and sides proved that she had the will to survive and that she did. The fact that they were ambushed and captured with such ease only frustrated her more. Now they were stuck within these walls as slaves. What was to come was unknown to them. Pain most definitely, anger, sadness...a life of slavery was not something that anyone should have to endure, human or not.