In the Land of Hate (((ACCEPTING!)))

[Shellpepper]

(((Oops, sorry. Forgot about ya You're accepted.)))

(((I'd like a few more members, then we can RP! )))

[Maryritai]

(I was getting pretty angry when all of the sudden none of ya reply.Shall we start,And I like your Invite RP,it has a pretty good plot)

[Shellpepper]

(((I'd like a few more members, then we can RP! )))

Don't forget to read, hon. And obviously it wasn't anything against you personally.

[Shellpepper]

Hello?

[antler apathy]

OOC: maybe we should just start Shell, I gotta still update front page.

[Shellpepper]

Eh, okay

WE WILL BE STARTING AS SOON AS MOON GETS THE FRONT PAGE UPDATED

[antler apathy]

OOC: well then we're starting ^.^

[Shellpepper]

Rachelle jogged down her street, hoping it was time for her to shift again. She sighed when she didn't shift. "Oh well," she mumbled to herself. "It's gotta happen sometime." She kept up her steady jog, her breathing as even as her stride.

Emmett looked out his window, his mom's demented cat, Sprinkles, (purring for the time being) curled up on the couch beside him. He started to slide out from under the insane beast, but she hooked her claws on his jeans, not quite breaking his skin but proving that she could. He sighed and sat back down, scratching the cat gently behind her ears.

"EMMETT!" his mother screamed from the kitchen. "Get in here! Where's you're sister? Have you made supper yet? Be nice to Sprinkles! Where's my medicine? Where are your vitamins? Do you even take those anymore? I want Sprinkles! Don't touch the clock! Make your bed! Where's your sister? Did I already ask that?" She would have continued rambling, but Emmett walked in, smiling at her sweetly and handing her the demon Sprinkles. She sighed and dragged her hand over the cats fur, content to have Emmett there with her. "How was your day?" she asked, smiling as she peeled the cat's forehead back over and over, looking like it had to hurt but apparently pleasing the cat.

[ShadowHunteress]

Damon enetered the town warily, he glanced around. He wondered how many wolves were in this area. He looked around coldly, hands in his pockets as he walked down the street silently.

[antler apathy]

OOC: I'm gonna throw in- The current time is winter

Jake's skin crawled up his arm. Snow whipped around his face, his red hair flying in the extensive wind. He looked at the hairs on his fore arm, and as they stood on end, just ready to grow out, cover his body in thick, wonderful fur. He rubbed the arm gently, his change was coming any day now. . . as for his pack mates he did not know.
It varied how the schedule formed, when they were to change, how, and at what time. But it had never been more than a month for any of them. The ones who changed would run in the wild for five to eight days, while the ones still in their 'human form' would keep track of the house look after it. He liked the system that way, not too weird, or normal.

A body pressed up against a tree in the forest. The chest heaving in and out, a balled her prssed against the chest. It was a girl, her hair blonde, her eyes brown, distressed. Something had been chasing her, she had the sudde feeling it was another one of her kind.
She wasn't suppose to be there, wasn't suppose to be in their territory. But she was, her goal, destroy the pack, build it in her own manner. She leaned forward her gentle hair flowing over, covering her face. Her skin was cold, with goose bumps.
She had scented what the werewolf had been carrying-Wolfsbane, a plant, the only plant, known to make a werewolf shift when they weren't suppose to-Ok so it might not have been a werewolf, maybe some human studying the plant, but she didn't take a chance. She fled.
The werewolf.
The mutant.
The loner.
Samantha.