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       RP Past Story: Shadow Rider: The Alchemist of Flagstaff
       By: Coolcat207 Date: October 15, 2025, 8:55 pm
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       Prologue: The Howl Beneath Asphalt
       Jayda's Story Theme: Wolves by Jake Daniels
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  HTML https://youtu.be/bQcKyVyDP4Q?si=Om8-vhfRgmRq31w8)
       The Pack Theme: Bird on a Chain by Florence Black
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  HTML https://youtu.be/c9IHkPNhV_U?si=tcGvyJZKGMnjPvWt)
       Flagstaff, Arizona. A city nestled between pine forests and
       desert winds, where the stars shine brighter than the
       streetlights. It’s here that Jayda Silverfang, a young human
       woman with the power of darkness alchemy, rides her black and
       blue motorcycle through the streets, her leather jacket stitched
       with the emblem of The Pack.
       Jayda wasn’t born into the tribe of werewolves known as the
       Alchemists that raised her. Her life was pretty much like The
       Jungle Book. She was found as a baby by Kain Silverfang, the
       Werewolf General of the Alchemist tribe. Her family was
       slaughtered by his own relative, Kirnan. A vengeful beast fueled
       by strife and hatred. Jayda's family were monster hunters who
       hunted supernatural creatures with prejudice and weren't above
       using dirty tactics to get the job done. Many were involved in
       many inhumane actions against the paranormal from underground
       operations to even torture. Although many of Jayda's family were
       guilty, mainly her parents, everyone from that family of hunters
       and anyone associated with them paid the price with their blood
       at Kirnan's claws. Jayda was spared when Kain came just in time
       to save her from a wrathful Kirnan. After the bloody battle,
       Kain took the infant into the tribe. With permission from his
       Werewolf King, Sirion Darkwolf, Kain raised Jayda as she was his
       own. He and the tribe taught her how to use alchemy, to defend
       herself and others, but most importantly, to respect the balance
       between beast and human. She at first learned how to utilize
       mana. But at the age of 15, King Sirion himself taught Jayda how
       to use shadow alchemy. Well, the basics. Not the OP kind.
       Not everyone in the tribe accepted her. Being an outsider
       learning their hidden knowledge is one thing. Being an outsider
       from a psychotic hunter family would make some werewolves
       distrustful of you. One werewolf precisely is Kierra, the niece
       of King Sirion. Though not as bad as the rival vampire ninja
       clan who are wary of the young human and know about her past.
       Regardless, Jayda has proven many times that the sins of her
       bloodline do not defy her, even when she was told the truth one
       day by Kain himself. She held no animosity toward him or the
       tribe. She understood completely that the world is different
       shades of gray. At the age of 18, she left the forest behind,
       seeking her own path in human civilization. But not without a
       farewell from her wolf father along with some wisdom. Jayda has
       traveled far and wide, until she can find a place of her own.
       And she has.
       She found it in Flagstaff.
       Flagstaff is a place in Arizona, USA. There, she formed The
       Pack, a biker gang in name but a neighborhood watch in spirit.
       They were misfits, ex-military, mechanics, mystics, and one
       retired librarian with a shotgun. They patrolled the streets,
       helped the elderly, mentored troubled youth, and kept the peace.
       Their bond was forged in fire and moonlight.
       But peace is a fragile thing.
       RP Story:
       Wendigo Fight Theme: I Know what I'm Doing - DMC OST
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  HTML https://youtu.be/KJx7NjjLlM8?si=wOdKAn-AbfovGv5Q)
       Ending Theme: The Silent Comedy - Bartholomew
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  HTML https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=z-2R33ql3fM&pp=ygUZYmFydGhvbG9tZXcgc2lsZW50IGNvbWVkeQ%3D%3D)
       It started with whispers—kids skipping school, strange powders
       passed in alleyways, and a new kind of fear in the eyes of
       parents. Drug dealers, slick and serpentine, had begun
       slithering into Flagstaff. At first, The Pack handled it with
       warnings and broken taillights. But the dealers grew bold,
       targeting teenagers, luring them with promises of power and
       escape.
       That was the last straw.
       Jayda felt the darkness stir inside her. Her alchemy wasn’t just
       a weapon. It's a part of her. She could manipulate shadows, bend
       them into blades, cloaks, and chains. But every time she used
       it, she risked losing herself to the void. Especially if she
       goes too far like so many have before. Still, she couldn't just
       stand by. This was her home. Her community. She has to do
       something. So The Pack made a decision. This ends tonight.
       On the night of the full moon, The Pack rode out. Their engines
       roared like wolves howling through the pines. Jayda led them to
       an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town which was rumored to
       be the dealers’ hideout thanks to their sources. They were
       expecting thugs. What they found was something else. Something
       Jayda wished that would never set foot in her community despite
       having the training to deal with these kinds of creatures.
       Inside, the air was thick with incense and rot. Symbols etched
       in blood lined the walls. The dealers weren’t just pushing
       drugs. They were summoning something. A creature born of
       addiction and despair, a Wendigo Shade, feeding on the souls of
       the young. A dark spirit. Everything after that was brutal. Her
       pack fought like hell. Blessed iron chains, silver bullets, the
       kitchen sink, raw fury... literally anything. Jayda even
       unleashed her mana alchemy. She used what her wolf father had
       taught her to bring the Shade down. But the Shade was
       relentless, whispering temptations, turning shadows against
       them. That was when Jayda was pushed to use her darkness
       alchemy. Weaving shadows into weapons to fight against the
       entity with all of her might along with her group behind her.
       They barely survived at the end.
       By dawn, the warehouse was a ruin. The Shade was destroyed but
       it put up one hell of a fight to do so. Jayda stood in the
       ashes, her hands trembling while trying to catch her breath. The
       Pack had scars, both physical and emotional. But they had
       protected their city. Jayda knew this was just the beginning.
       Something deeper was stirring beneath Flagstaff. The dealers
       were pawns. The Shade was a herald. And she was the only one
       with the power to face what was coming. Luckily, she's not
       alone. She's never alone. But one thing is certain: This will be
       one hell of a fight.
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