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 Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 3:34 pm
This is a forest where hunters usually hunt wolves. Lots of werewolves have been killed here, by being mistaken for real wolves.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 4:36 pm
*Aiden walks into the forest in human form, hoping to be found by a hunter and be put up for adoption.*
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Lyssandra Silverhawke Crew
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 5:11 pm
*Lyssa looks around the forest, trying to remember how she got here. The last thing that she remembered was laying down to sleep by the fire last night, and now she wakes up here. She begins walking around, hopefully this mystery will work itself out in time*
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 8:33 am
"Her, girl, whaddaya doin' around here? A hunter could see the movement and bang!" A boy says.
"Oh, don't worry about her, Jacob, she's with me." Aiden says. *She comes out from behind the trees.*
"Hey Aiden!!Haven't seen you in a while. Still hunting?"
"Nah. I've done enough hunting to last a lifetime."
"That's a shame. You had a good aim."
"Yeah...Well I gotta take my friend home, seeya!"
"Seeya Aiden!"
"Come on Lyssa. What're you doing here, anyway?" Aiden says when they were out of hearing range of Jacob.
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Lyssandra Silverhawke Crew
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 8:54 am
"I'm not... really sure..."
*she takes a moment to remember the she-wolf's name, her memory has completely fogged over, but the name comes through*
"Aiden. I don't even know where here is to be honest, or even how I got here... the last thing I remember is laying down for a nap, and then I woke up here..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 8:57 am
"Well, what Jacob said was true. It took me forever to pull that bullet out of my arm."
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Lyssandra Silverhawke Crew
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 9:09 am
"Well, I do know it will take more than a bullet to kill me. I haven't forgotten that..."
*she shakes her head as the scent of a deer floats to her. her fangs extend and the hunger is almost too much, as if she hadn't fed in months, instead of having fed before her nap. She goes perfectly still as she forces herself to be calm*
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 9:13 am
"Still, it hurts like Hell. And calm yourself. They shoot people who interfere with their hunting. Watch. Or...listen." *A gunshot pierces the otherwise silent forest, and a soft thunk of the deer collapsing comes shortly after.*
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Lyssandra Silverhawke Crew
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 10:04 am
*tries to scent the hunters... the need for blood is almost overpowering with the deer's blood in the air. Any blood will help, but the blood of those hunters sounds most appetizing. She takes one step in the direction of the hunters, then another... her feet seem to weigh a million pounds...*
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 10:25 am
"Stop." *Aiden locks Lyysa's arm into a death grip, not letting go for anything.*
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Lyssandra Silverhawke Crew
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 10:42 am
*Lyssa's voice is frantic as she tries to get away*
"But they smell so... good. I have to have one. I'm hungry!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 11:00 am
"Then come with me!" *She drags her to a wilder part of the forest, where the smell of animals is everywhere.* "Just try not to kill a wolf."
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Lyssandra Silverhawke Crew
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 11:15 am
*Follows Aiden to where the smell of animals and blood is almost overwhelming. Having lived off animals from time to time throughout the years she knows that animal blood will sustain her, not as well as human blood, but there were limits to how often she should feed... She loped off quickly... and came back bearing a still thrashing mountain lion with her fangs in its throat*
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 11:20 am
"Nice. My turn!!" *She morphs, dashes off, is is gone for a few minutes. She comes walking back, carring a small wolf cub by the scruff of his neck.* "His mom was shot and he was next to her..." She explains. "He's at most a week."
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Lyssandra Silverhawke Crew
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 12:09 pm
*she drops the mountain lion, having drained it already, and reaches out gently to pet the cub.*
"Such a cute little guy, too."
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