Bryce Jacobson
Twisted Rogues member since 3/11/14
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In the early days, my younger days I should say we had a large pack. My father, the Alpha of the Crescent Wolf Clan had a following of loyal friends and family at his side. There were the out casts but along the road they were dealt with. When the Labonair pack decided we were in their territory of Louisiana things changed. Years of fighting proceeded that first face off. Things got hairy but then the two sides decided to work together as one instead of as separates.
When I was a late tee, age 17 things went from bad to worse. My father and other members of our clan were destroyed. Taken down by witches and vampires. It was always instilled in me, as the next in line to take fathers spot that if he was to go down; I was to get my mom, my sister and the leader of the other packs family out of here. We were to go to a new place and start over. That... however didn't happen that way. When night came and we were hiding after a big fight where many were lost we were unable to turn back to our human forms. It was days, weeks even before we could take our human forms again. There was nothing we could do but run. By the time we left Louisiana it was only myself, Trinity and Jackson of the Labonair clan. We boarded a plane and headed to Brazil. It was the only place we could agree on. Until we could break the apparent curse that was on us. Being in wolf form most of the days of our lives we needed somewhere to hide that we would not be able to be spotted easily. Now, we have to keep fighting to find a way to break what the witches had done to us. But was it even possible..... that is what we are trying to find out. |