Logan the Wolverine, Golden-and-White Marked Warrior Lupine

Wolverine Full name - Wolverine Logan 2001 Gender - Male. Age - 30. Owner - Chris. Pack|Status - Beta Male and Warrior of the Fire Eagles Lupe Pack. Colour - Skunk (Black and white). Markings - Two white and one gold blaze on both sides of his back. Bold white stripe on the tail, four white paws with black claws. Possessions - Always wears a necklace, chain link, that holds a metal tag with the words 'Logan the Wolverine' on it, given to him by his owner. Strength - Supreme Speed - Above average Eye colour - Deep, dark brown. Build - Solid, muscular, somewhere between tall and medium in hieght. Personality - Sullen, wary of strangers, but has a good heart and loyal friend. Gets on well with most pups. Pet - Diego, a lean, sandy-coloured doglefox. Mate - Tae. Offspring - Shadow, Dairan, Lance, Mask, Jackal, NightShade and Spirit. Parents - Lopey (Sire) and Blazey (Dam). Siblings - Rogue, Storm, Jean, Scott, Rocky, and Myst. Uncle - A_E.

Finally, war has broken on his pack. Here, the warrior will emerge. For if there is one thing any who know him will tell you� Logan the Wolverine has never been one to back down from a fight. Those who harm his family, beware� the warrior in the wolverine has been itching to show his head. He will spill the blood of those who cross him until the redness chokes the earth. Death is near, and his name is clear.

~If you know yourself and you know the emeny, you need not fear the result of a thousand battles~ ~If you will not die for that which you love, what sort of life are you living?~

He was the eldest of the litter of five, born to loving mother Blazey and wise, insightful father Lopey. He was born with his mother�s original pelt, a full yellow caught between sand and gold, but within the first few hours of his life received a gift from his human, Chris, and took on the colouration of his father. A long pelt of pure ebon, markings of white around the face, belly, and tips of his ears and tail, all akin to his sire. But extra ivory touched the tips of his paws, striped his tail, and blazed twice down his back, and a flash of gold was situated between these two white blazes. These markings were clear and defined even as an infant, as were his personality. Though his colour was similar to his father�s little else was, for where Lopey was a gentle, social creature, wise in the ways of the mind, Wolverine even as a youth was gruff and wary, even unsocial to a point. But under this exterior was a fiercely loyal heart, the will and determination to protect those around him, and an undying spirit of fire. These had been passed from his father, and although the pair were very different, there was an unspoken mutual affection and alliance between father and son. Logan the Wolverine, Chris named him. His mother he would love with the fierce protection that was to become his trademark, although, as with his father, they would never be very close. His four younger siblings all grew under his watchful deep brown gaze, and though each had a very different path to walk, all were in their own way, very fond of their big brother. It was with Jean and Rogue, youngest and older sisters, Wolverine would bond strongly with. Rogue was the smallest of the litter, although second-eldest, weaker than the other pups and a natural choice for all his loyal protectiveness. She grew with a constant guardian beside her and with that came a deep affection for her elder sibling, one that would be apparent all her life. Jean, in the manner of their father, was innate and empathetic, sensitive to Wolverine�s moods even in infancy. He was quietly appreciative of both the space and companionship she would provide to him without question, and in their early years Jean was the one who knew him best. The other two siblings of Wolverine were the middle sister, Storm, and the youngest, Scott. Storm would grow willful and independent as she matured, as think herself above the protection Wolverine still provided to his siblings in adolescence. This would result in arguments and fights while they were still young, as between many siblings of the like. Nevertheless, his love for her was no less than any of his others. Scott was Wolverine�s opposite, bright and cheerful like their mother, bouncy and playful where Wolverine was dark and withdrawn. His goal ambition in life seemed to be that of play, and he was a joyous young thing who perhaps would never truly grow up. These early-life interactions played out within the home range of Wolverine�s birthplace, the house of the human Chris. In her, Wolverine found the same kind of understanding and love he did from Jean, and Chris became every bit as much a part of his family as his Lupine relatives. At a young age they met their seven older cousins, related through their fathers. A_E was Lopey�s older brother, a proud and loyal Lupine, wise, if not in the manner of Lopey�s physic nature. His eldest son, Bold, became Wolverine�s first friend. Strong, loyal and proud, much like his father, Bold in some ways seemed opposite to Wolverine�s sullen personality, yet the pair hit it off from their first meeting and remained close friends ever since. Wolverine, in his own gruff, private manner, loved Chris. But her quiet suburbian house was not what the growing Lupine needed � and Chris knew it. She told Wolverine and Bold about the forest that was a few days traveling distance from the town, and the cousins started to visit this often. A_E and Lopey noticed the interest and scouted the area themselves, smiling and talking into the long hours of the night, laying their plans. The day came to announce these: they were starting a pack, the home territory to be the forest. A_E and Flamey was to lead, Lopey their Alpha Advisor. Both families, with some regret, left the house of Chris for the forest that would come to be known as Eagle Forest, after the pack who took up residence there � the Fire Eagle Lupe Pack. Wolverine was a young adult now, and the pack a few months established and settled in well. His family were enjoying the freedom of the new lands � as was Wolverine himself. He and Bold roamed the territory often, from the wide Bluemoon River running over the plains to the deep blue lake in the forest. It was in such a way they made the first encounter with Goast. He was a massive, hulking grey Lupine, bigger even than Bold. The two young Lupes were in a quiet corner of the forest when he came hurtling out at them, the gleam of unfounded rage and obvious insanity within his eyes. Bold swiftly recovered form the initial shock and true to his namesake leapt to intercept the older Lupine, They clashed, paws swinging, teeth bared, growls filling the air* ~Logan! Run, I�ll hold him-~ *A small thunderbolt of gold, white and ebon slammed with all the violent force of calculated anger into the large grey figure. Wolverine had never been in a fight his entire life, save for those occasional in play, but the skill and strength in his attack shocked Bold. Wolverine swung his paw, the grey ducked out. Wolverine twisted with him, paw still up, claws facing out. He had more agility than the massive grey, and a stronger will. They grey stumbled in his haste and roared as Wolverine�s paw come down hard and sliced open his cheek. Wolverine did not rest for a second, leaping straight in at the grey�s face and throat with his teeth, aiming blows at his forelegs. Bold leapt in from the opposite direction, claws slamming into the ankle of the grey�s left hindpaw, trying to yank him off-balance. But his grip slipped slightly, and the grey kicked viciously, connecting with Bold�s chin. His vision swam. Wolverine snarled � more from anger than pain � at the taller grey�s teeth caught an ear. But with a sudden aggressive leap back, the young warrior saw his target wide open and seized the opportunity. A bellow of rage tore the forest from leaf-litter to canopy as the grey reared up, trying desperately to rid himself of Wolverine�s teeth, imbedded sharply in his muzzle. Wolverine was heaved off his paws but did not let his grip go for a second, kicking and swiping with all four paws as he swung grimly in the air. Bold recovered, and after gaping for a second, went barreling in to snap savagely at the grey�s hindlegs again. Under such an onslaught, the grey soon admitted defeat. When Wolverine finally let him go, he turned and crashed off through the trees. Bold turned, panting, to Wolverine. His ear was bleeding, as was a scratch along his shoulder, but Bold suddenly was not seeing his younger cousin standing before him, but some mythical old warrior form seasons long past, the light of battle shining fiercely in his eyes. Bold lowered his muzzle a little, eyes never leaving Wolverine�s for a second* ~I asked Chris once, why she named you after a wolverine, Logan. She told me they were solid little animals who never stopped fighting, no matter what. They can drive grizzly bears off from their sheer determination and ferocity. She was right �a Wolverine you are, cousin~ *The young Lupine nodded seriously, slowly, repeating the name* ~Wolverine. Logan the Wolverine~ *Bold smiled deeply as they fell into step beside one another, heading back to the pack, their family* ~Wolverine. It is a good name for a warrior~ And so he was. The name Logan he had used as a youth was retired in favor of Wolverine, and such would most agree � it suited him. The protection of his family had taken a new turn, and as Wolverine went through his teenage years and entered adulthood, he trained himself relentlessly in the ways of a warrior. The unknown grey was a plague upon the pack, dubbed as Goast, one of the nearly incoherent words he roared at Wolverine in their many early battles. The name stuck for his ability to fade off after battle, never able to be tracked unseen until the next time he turned up menacing of the Fire Eagle members. His motivation seemed none more than insanity, and while his hatred for them may have been unfounded it was intense. Wolverine he seemed to especially hate from that first encounter, although it was agreed on in the pack something in his mind had definitely snapped. They only time he ever spoke was to roar dull-witted threats that were for the most part either simplistic or incomprehensible. Wolverine didn�t mind being a target. He had never let Goast beat him yet, although he rarely faced him alone in battle � Bold or one of his family were often around. Maybe that was the problem. Goast started to expand his hatred, though it was still connected to Wolverine. Somehow in the depths of his insanity, he realized the bond between Wolverine and his sister Rogue. And he began to stalk her. He seized his chance in the cold autum months when Wolverine had reached his full size. Not especially tall, he was nevertheless a solidly build Lupine and well-muscled all over. He was approaching his prime� and when the howl of pain and terror met his sleeping ears, he was awake and bolt upright in a second, and tearing through the trees to his sister�s call the next. Rogue was a torn and battered figure on the ground, her beautiful ebon and ivorn fur darkened and stained with crimson. Goast was there, but he had been detained from killing Rogue by a small, wiry white Lupine. Wolverine attacked with a previously unseen rage � how DARE he touch her sister! Somewhat to his surprise, the small white Lupine helped him battle Goast, and together they drove away the raving beast. Rogue was not too seriously hurt � the scare had been the worst. Wolverine took her back to the pack�s den, and invited with him the ivory male who had helped them. This was the beginning of a friendship, and Satin to this day remains one of Wolverine�s oldest and truest friends. Then came LifeChance, the patient, good natured Lupe who never minded Wolverine�s somewhat unsocial ways. He, along with his sisters, were the first to join the pack. But, it was to prove, soon the Fire Eagles would gain many more members� Wolverine was watching over Jean and Scott one day, just inside their home territory, when the two groups met. Just like Wolverine and his siblings, Mav appeared with a few family members �among them, her cousin Shultz, every bit as much a warrior as Wolverine, gruff and sullen as he to match. They even looked similar, with identical builds, although markings and eye colour differed. The pair struck up a quiet friendship through mutual natures, and it was to prove Shultz and Mav�s large family would start the Mt. Desri pack, neighbors and strong allies to the Fire Eagles. Through these allies Wolverine met Tae. Warrior femme, protective, loyal, and never one to give up on anything. Tae was Wolverine�s match in every way, and he made sure she knew it. Life was good with someone to love, especially so when that someone was Tae � and loved him back. The day came when Wolverine no longer was willing to let Goast rampage over his beloved pack. Not with pups in his future� with the ever-faithful Bold; Shultz, the warrior who could have been his brother; and resolute Mav; Wolverine began to hunt Goast. They went over every inch of the forest and the surrounding territory, but it was Goast himself who came out to meet them in the end. The battle was short but furious. The four between them finally rid their lands of the killer who had threatened them for so long. Wolverine struck up another friendship with a Lupe he had run into a few times, by the name of Forest. They ran into one another every few months or so, exchanging news of family, friends and life. The pack grew, gathering more members, and the first litters of pups started to be born within the territory. Wolverine�s pups were not among them. It was one day not long after Tae had told Wolverine of their expected litter that Daverone came to the pack. Hunted by his savage, bloodthirsty family for preventing his father killing a helpless pup, the big blue Lupine was exhausted and clearly near the end of stamina to keep running. The Fire Eagles immediately took him in, welcoming him and dismissing his protests � his father and his family would not simply let him go. They did not. Brute the Savage was not a Lupine who took well to being defied � let alone by his disappointment of a son. Setting up a territory in DarkForest, killing those few residents already living there, he founded the Evil Shadowed Lupe Pack, and declared war upon the Fire Eagles for their audacity at harboring his son. Wolverine�s warrior skills would soon be in high demand. But when the time grew near for Tae�s birth, the ESLP struck. Tae was overpowered and carried off to DarkForest by her own traitor kin� and there she gave birth. An enraged Wolverine charged into DarkForest with Satin and Shultz � to find a very aggressive ESLP ready and waiting for them. Their spy, the Alpha�s daughter and sister to Daverone, had done her work well � she had known Wolverine and Shultz, at the very least, could not stop themselves trying to rescue Tae. The trio had walked into the ESLP�s trap. Surrounded by two dozen of the enemy, Wolverine grimly prepared for the battle destined to be his last� but before he could spring at the nearest Shadow, the Beta, Max, put forward his proposition. The ESLP would let Wolverine, Tae, Shultz, and Satin go, with five of the pups. The other two pups would stay within the ESLP. Wolverine had little choice. If he stayed and fought, his two closest friends and his mate would die, and all seven of their pups be raised with the ESLP. Hating himself � hating the ESLP more � Wolverine was forced to accept. His two daughters Mask and NightShade took to ESLP life with a painful gleefulness. They were perfectly content, fighting against the family, growing up to be Turned and ravage their hunger on Wolverine�s youngest brother, Rocky. The war went on, minor victories and losses continuing. The Fire Eagles kept loyal to one another and their beliefs, holding out firmly against their enemy. Wolverine never once stopped fighting � not even against the two of his own kin. Both packs grew in size and members, but neither seemed to gain the upper hand over the other. The last straw for Wolverine came with Bold�s death. The younger brother of Goast, Steel, had killed him in revenge for his brother, having sworn death upon the four who killed Goast. Wolverine went hunting Steel, with Satin and faithful, doglike skieth Ryu following. Steel fled the ESLP and took off over the Wilderness Mountains, ever-pursued by Wolverine, cold and calculated in his anger as he chased down his quarry. They met far from either pack�s territory, in the foreign lands of the far east. Satin was shocked to discovered that his adoptive daughter, Zebriaca, was allied with Steel and had followed him as well. The pair fought, and Wolverine slipped swiftly off to corner Steel. The fight started � but did not end. From nowhere flew the drugged darts, the lab assistants having crept up close to the distracted pair. They were born away to the laboratory, victims of secretive science�

Wolverine groaned softly. Rolling onto his side groggily, his white forepaws tried to dig into the surface for leverage, but skittered across the floor uselessly. Floor? Wolverine shook the sleep from him, heavily; realizing as the drowsiness clung it had been no normal nap he�d just taken. Growing uneasily, his eyes turned to the floor below him. It was a cloudy, off-white substance with an awful smell. Unnatural. Most definitely, unnatural. The only variation in the unmarked walls was the outline of a small slot at ground level in a corner. His growl built as he lifted his eyes. Three walls of the same opaque substance hemmed him in. The last wall was one of bars, separated iron bars each as thick as Wolverine�s wrist. As the smells hit him, Wolverine reeled back in shock. Drugs and medicines tainted with the scent of blood, artificial scents and there, faint but there, a smell he knew very well. Faintly metallic, vaguely Lupine � Steel. Leaping to the bars, Wolverine attempted to see out. As far as he could see, the corridor outside was filled with cells exactly the same as his. Prone shapes lay in the two cells opposite, a minute shadow lurking unseen at the back of a third. Catching a glimpse, locating that scent again, Wolverine snarled softly and strained against his bars. Steel was in the cage beside him. The warrior fell back quickly when agonizing flashes of pain gripped him. He finally looked down at himself. The worst of his injuries were the puncture wounds that tore open the tissue over his ribs. About a dozen neat, circular holes punched into his flesh. He could see straight into himself, clearly, could not miss the three broken ribs there. Wide gashes, weeping a clear fluid, crossed his chest. His forearm had a bandage around it, but Wolverine knew the same gashes scarred him there, too. The memories flooded back as he examined his injuries. Traveling with Satin at his side, Ryu trailing them. Following Steel�s scent, finally knowing he was near, finally catching up to his cousin�s murderer. Pain. The pain of seeing Bold�s crumpled, crushed form, for the pain of Steel�s wounds meant nothing to him. Physical pain did not threaten a true warrior. He remembered stumbling across Zebriaca, hating himself for leaving Satin with her, but knowing this was the only way he could face Steel alone. Besides, Ryu had been with him. The big skieth would look after Satin. He remembered catching up with Steel, the fight between them, and the triumphant snarl in his enemy�s voice after he hit Wolverine with his darts, closed in to choke him. Then, a quiver over his body, and Steel had collapsed. Wolverine felt a sting in his side, and� nothing further. It was blank memory from then until now. Wolverine stared out into the passageway again. The small shadowy figure had come to the front of the cage and was now staring over at him. The pair of dull indigo eyes was all that could be considered normal in that face. It was Lupine, but barely recognizable as such. The face, indeed the whole body, was devoid of fur. Its dark skin was parched, cracked, and had an unearthly bluish hint. An uncanny projection bulged over its neck, some kind of tube emerging from one side of the lump. It stared silently, motionless. Wolverine turned, a wave of nausea overcoming him. The misty walls seemed to close around him, the lack of light and noise, the stillness, unbearable. He saw a face in his mind, emerald-furred, bright blue eyes, a smile he knew so well. He heard pup voices laughing, pictured a white-tipped paw swinging playfully at an azure pup riddled with lightning bolts. A howl of anguish and anger wildly split the air. Wolverine folded his paws before him. His eyes roamed the area out of habit, the now-familiar sight of his prison, and the cells and creatures in them, opposite to his. Wolverine sighed and shook his skull sharply; trying to force away the last effects of the sleeping drug they�d given him. Steel had warned him, his tone sick and twisted and trying to hide his fear, that they would not be idle. Wolverine had suspected he was right � all of the five creatures be could see from his cell were mutated in one way. The small indigo-eyed one whom never spoke that he�d seen first, directly opposite him. A sad-faced mutant Lupe, who stared desolately out from his bars for hours on end. He had yet to react to much, making no move to see, hear or acknowledge anything. As mutant Lupes went there appeared to be nothing unusual about him, in appearance. Beside him was a second mutant Lupe, but this one had retained his original colour with the mutant features, that of starry. The stars had reverted to a horrible mustard colour and the midnight blue of his pelt to dirty blue-brownish shade. He spend his days growling and pacing his cage, snarling threats and attacking his bars whenever one of the lab assistants or technicians came by. Consequently he spent a lot of time under the influence of the sleeping drug. Wolverine had spoken to him a couple of times � his name was Asilrin, and he had been captured a month or so ago. He planned to escape return to his pack someday, where he was the gamma male. Wolverine admired his courage and determination � when, of course, Asilrin was awake. On the other side of the silent parch-skin was another grossly disfigured creature, this time, a zafara. Her name was Zaffy and she had been a human pet, knowing no other life, until she�d been given to the pound and Sloth had taken her from there. Two extra pairs of arms had been fused to her sides, only two of which she could operate and move. Her fur had been cropped off close to the skin, revealing the many unhealthy lumps dotting her flash. God knew what Sloth had tried to do to her. The cell furthest from Wolverine contained another Lupine, a fierce female who growled whenever someone tried to speak to her. He hadn�t gotten too many good looks at her, but from what he had glimpsed � she had transparent skin and no fur, allowing anyone to see straight into her body. Even Wolverine could tell her internal organs were not where and did not look like they were supposed to be. Sloth had really gone all out on her. So, what has he done to me, mused Wolverine, hauling himself off the floor. The drug was wearing off now, but his body still responded slugishly, weighed down by an unseen hand. The slight tightness over his chest and where his inured ribs were drew his attention. He realized the pain from his broken ribs had gone. Disappeared. Blinking, he moved his paw over the puncture holes. Or not. Wolverine�s neck snapped around. Where a dozen circular holes had been, his paw not met a slick, hard substance. Metal. Each wound had been plugged with metal. Swiftly, Wolverine moved his paw to his chest. The wounds there were gone to, the scratches had become long strands of metal, which he could feel through his thick ivorn chest fur. As the injuries had been narrow, his fur mainly covered the shine of the unnatural substance fused into his flesh, but a slightly ridged effect had resulted. Wolverine let loose a string of impolite words, a picture of Steel, who was lying in the cage beside his right now, entering his mind. The metallic-hued Lupine� Wolverine had no wish to end up like that. A pair of serious, too-dark amber eyes met his from across the aisle. Wolverine stretched his limbs one at a time, baring his teeth in a yawn* ~Asilrin, I think you�ve got the right idea about this place~ Wolverine stretched and groaned softly. The milky floor was not easy on the warrior�s bones � but discomfort was a small thing to endure for Wolverine. He had bigger things on his mind. The sleeping drug hung heavily at his eyelids and dulled his senses, but dimly in his memory he recalled the night before. The slow techno assistant had come, armed with needles. Wolverine snarled and fought as always, as he would eternally, but in the end the assistant was protected from the warrior by the cage bars, and he would fire the drugged dart into Wolverine�s bloodstream to leave the skunk warrior snarling and swiping groggily through the bars until he lost the battle with consciousness. They had done something to him last night, and even in the condition he was in Wolverine could feel something was different. He lifted his left forepaw. The heaviness seeping right down to the bone of the limb was impossible to miss. Fiercely shaking off the final effects off the drug, Wolverine moved each limb in turn, that odd heaviness, a feeling of being detectably reinforced from the inside. Every bone in his body seemed to buzz slightly as he moved around the cell, growling uneasily. He could feel the eyes of Asilrin and the multi-limbed Zafara on him, silently questioning. He shook his head mutely, the solidity of the movement unused to. They knew as much as him. Wait. There was � something. His forepaws, his whole skeleton was heavy, but his paws... Raising the left again, he studied it. The weight hung heavy on the tip of that paw, he could feel a misbalanced, disjointed surge of power. He tensed his paw muscles tightly. Each black claw sliced sharply and slick into a metal point twice as thick as the claws had been and half the length of Wolverine�s striped tail. Wolverine tested their power with a swift swipe. Slowly, a savage grin touched the corners of his lips. *Wolverine stared at Steel. They simply stared at one another for a full moment, Asilrin shifted slightly on his paws. There was history there. Deep, dark history like Wolverine�s brown eyes, the eyes with the warlike glint of energy. Steel was free because of Wolverine. Steel had killed Wolverine�s cousin. Wolverine had killed Steel�s brother. They stood together now, an arm�s-length apart, staring straight at one another. They had been through something no mortal creature should be forced to endure, and both knew so. They had taken the last stand together and with Asilrin, had burnt the scene of torture to the ground. The slick, metallic glint of the fur half-covering Steel matched the ribbons down Wolverine�s chest and the dozen circular puncture-marks. Steel had given him those wounds, and the lab had plugged them with metal. They had twisted Wolverine�s name into a true, sick, namesake. They had no less than tortured hundreds of innocents. It was a lot of warped history between two mortal enemies. Deep dark history shone between the two. The smoke still curled in the background, far away now. Neither Wolverine nor Steel knew the land. Asilrin did, it was these flats he had been brought over after his capture. But the fate of the warrior and the metallic-hued hybrid hung in the balance. Silence. For a very long time. It was Wolverine�s voice, gruff and half-growled and deep as usual, who broke it.* ~I�m going home. If I see you near my family again Steel, I will kill you~ *He turned. Metal shone softly against his ivory chest and in the contrasting ebon of his flank. Metal glinted dully off Steel�s back and neck and head as he returned Asilrin�s silent nod of farewell. Their time together had ended. Wolverine shook the paw of the mutated starry. Asilrin smiled warmly* ~Good traveling, Warrior~ ~I hope you find your family and your pack, friend. Safe travels~ Goodbyes were over. Asilrin trotted slowly out of sight over the flats. Wolverine spared a last glance for Steel. The metallic-hued held his gaze for a second. Pale blue eyes emotionless, he turned and walked away without looking back. Wolverine ran at a steady, powerful, ground-consuming lope. He would not stop for many, many, hours. Tae was waiting. His pups were waiting. His pack was waiting. For him*

And so Wolverine returned to his family, friends and packmates, accepting the position of Lead Warrior alongside his mate, and turning back to the life he loved. There he will face hardships as he always has � with an indomitable spirit, undying courage, and a lasting protectiveness to all those he cares for.

Friends Satin Satin is one of Wolverine�s oldest friends, and also one of the closest. Despite the frequent troubles plaguing his own life, Satin is never far form Wolverine when trouble strikes, his loyalty matching that of his friend�s. Into the depths of DarkForest, miles form everything he calls home, has Satin accompanied Wolverine. An unlikely pair of friends they may be � but between them is a bond that is never likely to be broken. Forest A similar personality yet again formed the first step to another early friend of the Wolverine�s Forest. Wolverine was young when his first meeting with Forest took place, the other a mature and experienced beast in comparison. But it was to prove; again, time would not be easy on this friend. Family troubles raged and appearances changed, and it has been years, now, since their last meeting. Worry edges at the back of Wolverine�s mind for a friend� but, deep within instinct� Wolverine knows he has seen Forest for the last time. And perhaps, considering Wolverine�s undying loyalty towards another friend and the secret lying between this friendship� Fate thought this best. LifeChance The first of Wolverine�s friends outside his family, Lifechance was also the first newcomer to join the pack after it formed. Though rather laid-back and easygoing when compared to Wolverine, Chance cared deeply for his sisters and protected them without question, traits that easily extended to the Fire Eagles. Never put off by Wolverine�s gruff manner or unsociable ways, always with a ready smile but also knowing when the time to be serious arose. After a long absence, which worried Wolverine more than he would ever admit, Chance and his two sisters have returned to the Fire Eagles to a joyful reception, if during somewhat troubling times for the pack. Shultz Another exploration with Jean at his side led Wolverine to the first meeting with the serious vampric Lupine Shultz and his good-hearted cousin Mavra. Shultz and Wolverine could easily be mistaken for brothers, both being solidly built skunk Lupes, Wolverine simply being marked with gold and more white. Their personalities, too, were extremely alike � wary of new faces, deeply protective of friends, and with a fierce set of warrior instincts. Mav and Jean exchanged knowing smiles and polite first greetings as the skunk pair lurked cautiously behind � the females, if not the males, could see the similarities. But the suspicion would not last � a hostile family member, Slager, caught up with Shultz and Mav, arrogantly threatening them. As Shultz angrily took up Slager�s challenge, Wolverine waited with tense muscles and bared fangs, only staying back at request from Shultz, but ready at the slightest signal to help. Slager bettered Shultz, just barely, but fled upon seeing both Wolverine and Mav�s intentions afterwards. Shultz, not badly hurt, was helped back to the Fire Eagles. Such was a relationship built. Shultz and Wolverine frequently battled the ESLP side by side, a pair of warriors to the core. When Shultz would loose the one family member he could not stand to loose, Wolverine sorely felt his absence � and took Shultz�s role upon himself, so alike it was to his own. Now, more than ever, Wolverine protects not one, but two families and packs. Tae Along with the main branch of her family, Tae belonged to the Mt. Desri Lupe pack, joint pack to the Fire Eagles. From the early days of the alliance forming, Wolverine knew Tae, and she him. He knew her for her warrior skill, her protectiveness towards family, and her slightly wary, untrusting nature of those unknown. Little wonder they fell in love. The one creature he always will, the one who will hold his heart eternally. She bore his pups, numbering seven, and Wolverine�s joy, though masked, was never greater on that day. For no-one else he will fight so hard for, stand so tall with, nor love this much. ~It was quite while ago now, when I told Forest in a conversation, that �I would only give my heart to one I knew would not break it.� This, I still stand by.~ Bold Loyal and honest, Bold has been Wolverine�s constant companion since they were both pups. From their earliest adventures to recent troubles within the pack, Bold has stood tall and proud beside his cousin, and their friendship is something that nothing � not the loss of Bold�s mortality, the threat of near-death, nor his leaving the pack � can change. ~Bold, you know wherever you go, I�m still going to be watching your back. Now get going before I have to kick your ass for leaving Snowy waiting.~

The Pups Though I continue to refer to them as �the pups� and probably always will, Tae and I�s children are nearly full grown now. Five are with us, with the packs, growing up as any decent Lupine should. The other two� well. Shadow She has my personality, my temper, my distrust of strangers. She has both Tae and I�s skill as a warrior and as she grows, becomes more and more formidable. Due to the vampric side of the family� Tae�s� she was born half-demonic. Something which she has incredible control over, showing the demon part of her nature in only one situation� when fighting our enemies. She�s tough, she smart, and she�s a warrior. Darian Less aggressive than his sister, but nevertheless, very obviously my son. He bears a necklace similar to mind (given to him by Chris) as well as my colouration and the markings on my paws. A second warrior, quiet and private by nature, he is extremely independent and not above the occasional roam. For some reason, Darian is reserved around new faces and difficult to get to know. I wonder where he got that from. Lance Very close to Darian, our second son is easygoing and laid-back, not the warrior his elder siblings are, but I am not less proud of him for it. He is a quiet observer of life, polite enough to others but as yet with few close friends. As most youths, he�s never above a good playfight, and has an endless habit of chasing anything that moves. In his nature though, particular elements are easily recognizable in Tae and I � such as his protectiveness towards family. Spirit Yet another warrior, though such should be expected � but unlike Shadow, Spirit would never be placed as such. More determination in anyLupe would be difficult to find, though again � Spirit keeps this to herself. I watch as she struggles to find her place in the pack and the world... and as the war advances she will choose her path. Jackal Playful, excitable, and outgoing, Jackal loves to meet new faces. Though not a warrior and against fighting unnecessarily� when the situation demands, Jackal will battle. If perhaps lacking in great strength, this he makes up for in heart. These five are those I call my pups, though it was seven born to Tae and I all those months ago. NightShade and Mask are the two sisters who no longer belong to my family, and never will. Stolen from us by our enemy pack just days after birth, they now remain with the pack by choice� fighting against us.

Enemies Every warrior has them� Steel Are they even still enemies? Few can tell. The physical and mental torture they were forced to endure together may, or may not have, made some dent in the hatred Wolverine has for him. For Steel was an Evil Shadowed Lupine, and every member of his pack is an enemy to Wolverine. But moreever, Steel brutally attacked Bold � and any who know Wolverine will tell you, you do not mess with Wolverine�s family� Enemy or not, it remains to be seen. Slash She is the daughter of the ESLP�s Alpha, and Wolverine despises her� for she is both spy and thief, stealing pups from members of the Fire Eagles and raising them under ESLP colours � corrupting them, turning them against their own family. Few are worse in Wolverine�s books� and as with every member of her underhand pack, he has sworn a silent vow he will kill her. Mask and NightShade It pains Wolverine more than all but Tae will ever find out to list these two within the rank of his enemies � for they are his daughters, his flesh and blood, and they fight to destroy everything Wolverine loves. So he fights them, and never a scrap of love, affection, of anything of the likes will he hold for them for their betrayal.

Raptor and Diego Raptor was Wolverine's Airax, his first pet. The pair had a special bond... although Raptor trusted some of his Lupe family, Wolverine was the one he chose to be with. Raptor was even able to speak a few words, and his vocabulary grew with time. For months Raptor was always to be found on Wolverine's shoulder or gliding overhead, faithful friend, gaurdian, and lookout. Raptor's Story ((From a role play with my good friend Wolfy!)) A big Airax sits on a rock in the forest, waiting for his Lupe owner, Wolverine. The bird, Raptor, is unaware he is being watched... in the forest shadwos, two narrowed, bright blue eyes are focused with hatred on the Airax. Raptor's lack of a sence of smell ensures he cannot detect the scent of this Lupe... *A small, wiry white lupe lies in the shadows, thinking* *Raptor sees the lupe and lets out as friendly croak* *He looks up, and grins at the airax. He looks around, wondering if it's Wolverine's, and then decides he'll find out soon enough* *Suddenly a growl sounds from behind Raptor. Raptor turns around, wings flicking uneasly at the sound... and then a massive, mid-grey Lupe shoots out of the bushes and grabs Raptor in his mouth. Raptor lets out a high scream of horror that echos around the forest, beating his wings frantically as he tries to escape* *Satin jerks his head up, growling, and dives into the clearing* "Hey! Who're--" *he leaps after the grey lupe* Snarling at Satin, Goast swipes at the other Lupe, but misses. Then, a savager snarl is heard... and a muscled Skunk Lupe, marked with gold and white leaps out of the trees* ~YOU DARE ATTACK MY PET!~ *Wolverine roars at Goast. His ears flatten right back, eyes narrowed to slits, as he attacks Goast, ripping chunks of his fur and flesh away, maddened with anger* *Recognizing his old friend, Satin leaps in to help, grabbing a vicious hold of Goast's tail* *Goast turns on Wolverine, growling back, but is slowed down by Satin hanging onto his tail. He drops Raptor, who jerikly flies into the air with an angry screech. Wolverine leaps at Goast, claws scraping over his face, teeth closing over an ear. Goast roars in pain* *Satin growls viciously, losing his hold on Goast's tail and going after his legs, planning to hamstring him* *Goast maganes to spin around and snap at Satin. He is tough and strong, but slow. Wolverine releases his ear and strikes at his neck and back, going for a series of quick darts in and ripping away a chunk of his opponent before backing away and leaping again. His dark brown eyes are savage as her fights. No one hurts his Raptor.* *Satin pulls harder, on Goast's leg, pulling him to the ground, ripping a long gash on the inner part of his thigh. He growls, and yips as he feels a tooth graze his ear. Jerking back, he claws at Goast's eyes, and prepares to dive back in* *Goast roars in pain once more and smacks at Satin's face, shaking his head and flicking drops of blood, as he shoves Satin away. He gets up and turns quite quickly for him, catching Wolverine by surprise, and grabs a hold... massive grey jaws closing over Wolverine's windpipe, biting deep as he attemps to strange him. Wolverine gives a stragned yelp as he struggles to free himself, clawing wildly without effect... and then Raptor dive-bombs down, large claws raking Goast's face. More blood sprays, and Goast roars again, letting Wolverine go* *Satin leaps, seeing his chance, and hits Goast in the belly, unbalancing the bigger lupe. He bites at his neck but cannot get a hold of him, his hindlegs claw viciously at his stomach* *Goast ignores the pain as he scrambles up, shoving Satin away, snapping back at the white Lupe. Wolveerine smashes his paw into Goast's jaw, and the huge grey Lupe staggers backwards. A shadow falls over him again, as Raptor comes in for another hit at Goast's face. But Goast is not so dumb, and the same trick will not work twice. Shaking his head as he recovers from Wolverine's harsh blow, he looks up and then jumps, meeting the reddish bullet that is Raptor in mid-air and closing his jaws around Raptor's already damaged body. He crashes to the ground, still with Raptor in his jaws. Wolverine cried out and leaps again, a furiious bundle of teeth and claws and stunning blows. Goast yelps and scambles up, backing away, dropping Raptor's still body. Knowing he has little hope of winning agaisnt Wolverine and the other maddeningly persistant white Lupe, he turned and ran* And so, Raptor gave his life in pride, protecting his beloved owner, fierce and determined until the end. Wolverine will always respect him, and never forget him. Raptor had been a rather independant creature. Only days before his death, he introduced Wolverine to his son, a fine young Airax who took greatly after his father. After Raptor died, Raptor II came to Wolverine, requesting to become his new pet. But Wolverine had been hurt, deeper than he would reveal, and believed he was undeserving of the chance to own a bird as amazing as this for a second time. Instead, a deal was reached. Raptor II would ride the shoulder of Wolverine's father Lopey, until the birth of Wolverine's first pup. Then, Raptor II would be passed to them. -Full story soon- Enraged by the ESLP�s attack on and capture of his sister Storm, Wolverine embarked on a quest to get her back, silently slinking out from his pack in the dusk. It was then he came face to face with the elderly ebon Lupe flamed in crimson and orange, solid of build and steady of nature. In every way, he resembled Bold and A_E, Wolverine�s cousin and uncle. Accompanying the old fire Lupine was a young sandy-pelted, lean doglefox. This was Diego. Before questions could be asked, the ESLP�s spy saw the intruders on her pack�s land. As she took off to alert the pack, Wolverine saw her retreat. Knowing there were few who could catch Slash in her run through the treetops, he was left with no options but to warn the old Lupine and his companion. Warrior Wolverine may have been� but he could not take on an entire pack of Evil Shadowed Lupes, not if it would put the old one and the pet in danger. They ran together, Wolverine leading them out� but luck was not with them. Their way was blocked by a ESLP warrior and it gave the rest of the pursuing pack members time to catch up. They fought their way out � just. But the price paid was old Beau�s life � and Diego�s soul. The little fox remained with Wolverine. In no way did he make up for Raptor�s death. But such was not his intention. ~I think you could use a friend, Wolverine�~

Family (By Chris, owner.) My Lupe family is a big one indeed! At the head of the family is fire Lupe American Eagle, or A_E, the Alpha of the Fire Eagles Lupe Pack. With the exception of Slade, all the members of the family are belong to this pack. Some are also members of the Eagle's joint pack, the Mt. Desri Lupe Pack. A_E s mate is Flamey. They have seven pups from their first litter, although no longer pups now, but adults. They are Bold, Daring, Fox_e , Friendly , Hunter , Bounder and Dreamer , in age order. Daring and his mate Swift have two pups, young adults now. Their names are Kometto and Sundance. Friendly and his mate Tinsel have seven pups, Soul, Phase, Vortex, Magik, AutumnLuck, Charm, and Ravana. A_E s brother Lopey and his mate Blazey have five puppies, now fully grown, cousins to A_E s pups. They are Wolverine , Jean , Storm , Rogue and Scott . Wolverine and his mate Tae have seven pups. They are Shadow, Darian, Lance, Spirit, Mask, NightShade, and Jackal. Rogue and her deceased mate Kali born two, Aslanae and Gypsy. A_E and Flamey's second litter numbers seven, the same as the first. These new pups, in age order, are: Dante, Cloud, Alkira, Arrow, Frost, Slade, and Creamy. Born very soon after them were Rocky and Myst, their cousins, Lopey and Blazey's second litter. After the birth of their recent litters, A_E, Flamey, Lopey and Blazey, the seniors of the Fire Eagles pack, made a decision. With their pack at war with the Evil Shadowed Lupes and the Lupine Terrors, until the war was over, they would bring no more pups into a life of battle and upset.

-Some X-men Wolverine quotes- "Deadpool, ain't it? Sorta rhymes with dead fool?" "I think you're missing all the hotels from your Monopoly set, lady." "You boys have guts ... too bad they're all over the floor!." "Animals kill only for survival. They don't kill out of anger or vengence. Maybe what I've really been fighting is my human nature." "You might remember that "annoyed" is my natural state." "Sorry bub...I don't do 'quietly'." "Call me runt again and you'll spend the rest of the day picking yer teeth outta yer butt.� Scott: Logan? Have you ever, you know, really cared for someone? I mean, you felt it so strongly, you couldn't even get the words out? Logan: Yeah, once. Most beautiful bike I ever saw. I was so speechless, someone else bought it. "Anyone wishing to complain to Mr. Logan about injuries sustained during yesterday's field expedition will, I'm afraid, be wasting his or her time -- White Queen" Xavier: "Wolverine, call me 'Professor', 'Professor X', Professor Xavier', or, even if you must, 'Charles' but not 'Charley'. Is that understood?" Logan: "Sure, Chuck." "Thing with this cornball is the damage he can soak up and hand out. Metal bones, half a dozen pigstickers, some kind of grow-a-new-ass superpower..." Punisher talking about Wolverine. Panzer: You'll be hunted for the rest of your life...You'll never have peace until YOU ARE DEAD! Wolverine: Who says that'd make my life any different? Little girl: Mister... can I ask you a question? Wolverine: Sure, darlin'." Little girl: Are you...are you Spider-Man? Wolverine: No, darlin'...Spider-Man's a sissy. "So what are you good at?" Wolverine: Maiming things. Killing mostly. "It just so happens that we have a vacancy for a 'dangerously unpredictable psycho slasher" Elektra: Mac is decent and kind. And he�s trustworthy and good company. Logan: What�s his middle name? Lassie? Wolverine: "I didn't know she knew words like that." Cyclops: "It was probably your influence." Rogue: Where am I supposed to go? Wolverine: I don't know. Rogue: You don't know, or you don't care? Wolverine: Pick one. Wolverine: To find her. Storm: How? Wolverine: The traditional way: look! Jean: "I feel great. Did you see what I just did?" Logan: "Blind people saw it in Seattle, Jeannie..." Jean: "Logan, can you hear me?" Logan: "Loud and clear, Jean. Get the hell out of my personal fantasies.� Hand ninja: "You are nothing but an arrogant gaijin. You should not insult your betters." Logan: "I won't..... if I happen to meet them..." Cyber: "Say you're sorry, little man!" Logan: "Cyber, I wouldn't apologize to you if I ran over your mother with a cement truck."

<bgsound src="http://www.freehomepages.com/thekat204/mortalkombat.mid" loop=infinite> Thankies to TheKat for the midi... I think that growl was Wolverine's means of gratitiude, by the way. ;)

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