(((I'd appreciate it if everyone started in the clearing
It's about 15 miles from the town where we all have human homes
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(((Okay,
Fridaythe13th: has some issues, if his grandmother is still alive, she's OLDER than 333, or that doesn't really work... Ya know, grandmothers kinda need to be born before their grandchildren
lilfate: I guess they're accepted, though I don't appreciate having my requests ignored/contradicted...
minitory: the killer placed the gun in her hand
THat doesn't work, she's 543 years old, they didn't have a lot of guns back then LOL
FunkyGirlhalo: Did I accept you? If not, you are accepted now
I'm pretty sure that's it, but RPing can begin now
I'll start:)))
Rachelle trotted through the trees, the full moon's light casting shadows agaist the almost bare fall branches above her. It was just barely night, the sun had only dropped behind the horizon a few moments ago. Rachelle breathed in the fresh night air, it carried with it the scent of a human who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Rachelle grudgingly began the hunt. When her way to the sky was clear, she stretched her wings out and leapt to the sky. As she hovered above the scent of human blood, she thought again of how much she hated killing humans. She dropped onto the human and drained it. Something clicked, followed by an explosive boom, and a searing pain in her back. She wheeled and crushed the ill-equipt Hunter who's companion hadn't even realized that the beasts they were hunting were hunting them as well. Already her skin was mending, the bullet from the wolf hunter's 45cal had only grazed her midback, though the blood now covering her dark, smokey grey fur was going to have to stay there for a while. She drained the second human quickly, smashing it under her too-big paws as revenge. She then continued on to the clearing, where she noticed Emmett already sitting.Emmett looked around the clearing, waiting for his sisters and the other wolves to join him. He'd just fed the night priar, so he was in no need. When Rachelle emerged from the brush, Emmetts stomach dropped as he saw the blood coating her glossey fur. "Who did this to you?" he asked her, trotting to her side.Jagger passed through the clearing, nodding at Emmett and Rachelle as he passed them. He liked this area of the forest, but hated all the wolves who lived here and being so close to human life. All the humans around here caused his painfully realistic flashbacks. He stayed wolf for the most part due to the memories coming more frequently when he was human. He'd already fed two nights prior, but he felt thirsty. He trotted through the huge clearing and toward the town.
the wolf not duh!
