Bitch with Fangs

My name is Carrie and this is my story

About

The thirteen hundreds fell on hard times, I am talking about the Black Death. It hit more than seventy five to two hundred million people from the years 1346 to 1353. If you were lucky enough to survive, well, the locals would most likely had called you a witch. Those were frightening times. Everyone was lost to the plague. Men, women, children, the plague didn't care if you were rich, or poor.When word arrived that a plague was on it's way, my family did everything they could to prepare so we packed up and left. However, the plague, unbeknownst to us, was already spreading faster than we can outrun it. I was married at the time, my husband and our two children caught the plague first. Black Death was the worst plague in history. I watched as my family got sick, and soon I was to die right along with them.At least I thought I was dead, my body ached, I didn't even have strength enough to even sit up anymore. Blisters and boils covered my skin. One night, when I wasn't writhing in pain, I did manage to sleep. I woke in the middle of the night to the sounds of ripping and tearing. I was able to see the room by the light of the full moon through my window. Something or someone was crouching by my husbands dead body, it was dark and hairy.When I was finally able to make a sound, that caught the creatures attention. A couple of other heads lifted up, gleaming, maybe glowing yellow eyes focused on me. I didn't have the strength to fight them off. Their claws and teeth bore into my flesh, pain I have never felt before raked at my body. I thought I was dead then, however, by the time dawn came, I woke up, finding myself in a mass grave.I wasn't sure how many days I have been out, but when I remembered what happened, I checked for wounds. To my surprise there wasn't any. I looked at my skin, no more boils, no more blisters. No more pain. Looking around, I climbed out the pit, and first chance I got, I ran for the tree line. I don't know how long I have been wondering, but I finally came upon a camp. The people there took me in, washed me, gave me new clothes and food.Once I was well enough, I left the group, feeling stronger than I have ever felt in my life. My senses felt like they were in overdrive, I could hear and smell things I thought would be impossible to do. Then I thought back to those many weeks ago, the night of the full moon, I whispered a word I have heard before, these creatures terrorizing villages. Werewolves. I was attacked and left for dead by werewolves. Now I was one of them.Six hundred and seventy two years later, I am still here. There have been some very close calls where I nearly died from mortal wounds. I have lived long enough to learn what I am, who I am and I have met others like myself. Taking me in, showing me the way of the wolf. How to act in a pack, how to survive as a lone wolf, how to take care of myself generally. I've had many lovers, human and wolf alike. I just haven't found the one yet.Werewolves have dwindled since my time, I have seen fewer of us since my travels on this blue marble. I've been looking far and wide, now that I am an Alpha now, it's hard to find wolves nowadays. They all want to be solitary creatures. Not me, I'm always on the look out for others like me, who want to belong. The Nomadic Wolf Pack.

Bio

Name: Carrie AnnAge: Looks 27 is 672 wolf yearsNickname: HellhoundHeight: 5'7Weight: Don't ask a woman her weight, it's rudeEye Color: Dark BrownHair Color: Dark Brown/BlackSkin Color: OliveRelationship: Still lookingSexuality: StraightPack name: The Nomadic Wolf PackPack Rank: AlphaCurrent Location: New YorkOccupation: Fashion Designer, currently taking a breakFamily: Deceased, last of her line

Wolf Bio

First form: Dire wolf, black. Shoulder height of 38 inches. Length of body nose to tail, 69 inches.Bipedal form: 7.5 ft tall, black fur, yellow eyes, muscular, lean. 1.5in long fangs, and 2in talons on hands. 2in talons on feet.

Abilities

Enhanced Speed: Able to move, run or dodge faster than a human or land animal. Mostly in Bipedal form. Average speed in feral form. Human form: faster than an Olympic Athlete.Enhanced Healing: Though limited, can heal even the most grievous of wounds over time. In all three forms: Human, Feral or Bipedal. (If one is not hindered in any way.)Enhanced hearing: Able to hear farther than any human or land animal on earth. This includes all three forms.Enhanced Strength: Two forms benefit from this one. Human form is able to lift a motorcycle and throw it, Bipedal, able to lift a garbage truck and throw it with ease.Enhanced Agility: Able to fall from several stories without injury, two story tops. Feral, limited to one story. Bipedal, able to jump three stories, scale buildings, and jump from one building to another, roof to roof.Enhanced smell: All three benefit from this ability. Better than any bloodhound.

Weaknesses

Don't piss off a werewolf.Anything Silver: Sword, Arrows, Bullets, Daggers. If touched on the skin, it can cause severe allergic reactions. Such as, but not limited to, burns, sores and or blisters. If injected, we can't heal from it and we die. If shot in the heart or head means instant death. Can also be used to stop a Changing. If we manage to get hit in a non vital area, we can remove it to start the healing process.Fire: It won't kill us, but it can wound us severely. If we can get away, we can heal over time.Wolfs Bane: It's a poisonous flower, if ingested, we can get severely sick, and can induce our gag reflex to throw it up. If injected, we'll let's just say it ain't pretty. It can even weaken us to the point of not being able to move. Leaving us open for an attack, causing paralysis.Decapitation: Works pretty well, if you can get close enough to use a blade sharp enough to make a clean cut. Can't regrow or heal from that.