Wereling (Werewolf/human rp) *Accepting*

[Phanta]

((Ok, but our characters know each other, or are meeting for the first time?))

[Anomaly]

((Silverbloods are meeting for the first time. Most of the werewolves know each other.))

[Phanta]

((K, starting now ))
I clung to Garrett's hand as if my life depended on it, which, in fact, it did. We were about to meet with a silver-blood, and they generally didn't like me. Garrett squeezed my hand. "You'll be okay Rona, you strong, otherwise you would have never made it through the change I put you through. They won't hurt you. Females are so rare, they wouldn't want to waste your talent." He grinned, a gesture barely noticeable in the dim alleyway.
"So the werewolves did decided to show up?" A smooth voice sounded from the darkness.

[Anomaly]

((oh... Silver bloods are loners.))

[Phanta]

((FIxed))

[Anomaly]

((Thanks. Sorry about that.))

Dresyn was fighting himself in his sleep as he laid on the bed. He had remembered the rapids, remembered the bear and the weird glowing eye shadow thing that had come to engulf him. He had a high fever and was breaking out in a sweat. He was really tearing himself apart to keep himself together. People were saying reassuring words, but they fell on the deaf ears considered by the pain.

Kat had been going through her books, trying to find the stories to show the boy who had just become her worst nightmare. Her family was, cruel. That was for sure. Locking him in a room, saying he was unstable right now. She knew her mom had turned the boy, and Kat thought she had enough time. The blood in him keeping him human.

Adam was checking the supernatural forms for a couple of informants on the wolf society. It didn't go down to that as he was still in hiding from the wolves. That was fine by him though. He could deal with that.

[Phanta]

Garrett: I looked down at Rona, her tiny hands shivering in mine. For one horrifying moment, I slipped back to the night I forced her into the life she had spent years running from. I remembered losing my control and slipping into wolf for and then back to human, back and forth until... I jerked back to myself as the Silver-blood stepped out of the shadows.

[Prophet]

Shay sat on the bus stop bench bored, she had taken the late shift at work today and regretted it since the only bus that would come to pick her up was not scheduled until 9:56 pm. Dreadful. She began to assume the outcome of the rest of her night-

Get home, reheat some dinner, take a shower. Ugh, why did Susan get sick? I really didn't want to go in today. She thought rubbing her temple softly. She looked up and down the street in the front of her, not a single car was on the pavement before her eyes, only adding silence to the boredom she had to endure.
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Dillon strode wearily around the dark of the park, even being what he was being out in the night made him unsteady. Who knows what might be lurking around? Besides, from the outside, most of the time, he just looked like a skinny kid. A plain, simple, fragile, skinny kid. But that was not the truth, he was a beast- A monster in every seance of the word.

[Anomaly]

Dresyn laid there, trying to stay either asleep or awake. He couldn't even tell if he was. He bit his lip and struggled under the blankets. He was sweating, tired and bandaged. The voice wasn't really comforting. More acidic. Like it was something that he wanted to avoid. He shook his head and sighed.

Kat had pulled out her werewolf book on transformations and how they use to make werewolves. She fussed through the book, looking for the entry that her mother had used on the boy she fell for in the first place. She got to page 94 and found it. She sighed with some relief. She knew that he may not believe it. But she was going to try.

[tornadofan2]

Death was alone in the forest, sitting against a tree in the shadows and crying. But no one could hear unless they came really close. She had runned off, away from home again and hided on her usual spot where she hided if she had runned away. She hated her parents, and always wished she had none. She sighed deeply and stopped crying before raising her head but keeping it low to look around making sure she was all alone.