~Shift~ A Shape-Shifter's RP (Need Members)

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((I've been crazy busy too. College is a massive time drainer. But yeah alpha is right. Just have your characters shift on their 15th birthday, whenever you decide that will be. There's no hurry)

The white she-wolf's ears pricked up when she heard something being shouted at her. It sounded like "Lyra"...now where had she heard that before? It sounded so firmiliar. An annoyed noise rummbled deep in her chest as she was destracted from her internal battle. The human-half of her fought with more furocity than she would have thought. And then she had it. Lyra was her name! The human in her surged to the forefront of her mind, taking control once again. Her wolf-half knew when it was beaten. Relinquishing control obediently, it submitted without complaint. To be honest, it was happy that it didn't have to be the alpha. Let the human deal with taking care of the pack.

Lyra panted heavily, her eyes overflowing with relief. She had almost lost herself. The wolf in her had almost taken complete control. Reaching tentativly into her own soul, she sensed her wolf self submit, sensed it's joy at being relived of the responsibility that comes with being the leader. She would not have to go through that battle again. Looking down, Lyra realized she was still standing over a very frightened Damien. A growl rose in her throat, unbidden. This was the boy who had had some very nasty plans for her...but she doubted he would be messing with her any time soon either. More than one battle had been won this day. Snapping her teeth in his face one last time as a warning, she stepped off him, not caring in the least what the boy would do next. She was surprised to realize that she wasn't afraid or concerned by the fact that she was a wolf at all. It felt...natural, right, like she had been waiting for this for a long time and just hadn't realized it. The same feeling flowed over her when she looked around at Ryker and saw that he was a massive, jet black stallion. The wolf in her ached to hunt, to chase this easy prey down and sink its teeth into warm flesh. But Lyra kept a firm hold on that particular urge and worked to convince her other half that this was a friend, a member of the pack. She started toward him, wanting for some reason in give him a good sniff, but stopped half-way there. What if he was fighting against the stallion half of him? Was his animal self trying to take over like hers had? Lowering her ears and dipping her head, she did her best to look friendly, hoping he would get the message that she didn't want to eat him.

When the wolf who had been Lyra stepped off him, Damien launched to his shaking feet and stumbled back a few feet. He looked frantically from the wolf and the stallion before him, wondering if he had finally overdosed on his drugs. No, that couldn't be it. Drugs didn't leave shallow cuts on your arms, cuts the size of a wolf's claw. So the only other explaination for this was he was going insane. A fresh wave of fear flooded through him at that thought. Forcing his legs to work, he spun around and took off, not heading for any particular destination. All he wanted was to be as far away from this freak show as possible. Maybe if he got help. There had to be someone who could fix him!

[ZephyrWolf]

((Sorry it's so short Comet...I have to start trick-or-treating for canned goods early for NHS))

Ryker watched the scene unfold before him. His roar had obviously worked in helping Lyra win whatever battle she was fighting. He had a hunch that it was a struggle with the animal part of herself, and he was very relieved that she had won out over the wolf. He couldn't help wonder, however, why he didn't have a struggle. But his thoughts were interrupted as the white wolf that was now his sister stepped off of the petrified Damien. The red-haired boy scrambled backwards and got to his feet, obviously about to run off. But Ryker didn't let that happen, at least, not until he grabbed the boy's right arm in his teeth and bit down, hard. As he ran off, Ryker snorted triumphantly, satisfied that the creep wouldn't be punching anyone else in the near future.
Once Damien was out of sight, Ryker turned to his sister, the massive white wolf who was eying him rather oddly. He took a step back, frightened by her gaze, but a moment later, whatever that look had been was replaced with the familiarity of his sister's eyes. But when she started padding towards him, Ryker felt the first flicker of his horse-self, making him instantly wary. To his relief, she stopped halfway, but what she did next was too much. She lowered her ears and dipped her head, and to the horse part of him, it appeared to be a threatening, predatory gesture. His human reasoning knew that this was his sister, and she was trying to appear harmless, but his horse instinct of fearing the predator was much stronger, overwhelming the human part of him. No longer was he able to think like a human, and there was but one choice before him...fight or flight? As a spooked swift-footed stallion, Ryker reared up challengingly before whipping around and running away as fast as his strong legs could carry him, not stopping to look back.

[Nopers]

(It's all good. Mine will be short too. I've been writing a five page, not double spaced, paper for college aaaaaaaaaaallllllllll daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay...and my mind is all out of creative juices. So I think I'ma just post on this one tonight. I hope to get to the other RP tomorrow though.)

Lyra knew that the horse in Ryker had taken over. She watched his eyes change from those of her understanding brother to the frightened eyes of a freaked stallion and started moving even before he reared onto his hind legs. Then they were off. She had started running a moment before he did so she was right on his heels, not so close that he could kick her though. As they ran they passed their little farm house and veered off into the woods. Ryker was weaving in and out of trees, trying desperatly to outrun her, but to no avail. Lyra had to marvel for a few seconds at herself. Her movements were fluid and natural, the complex manuvers around the trees so easy she would have laughed if she had not been chasing down her stallion brother. The speed exilerated her and she knew that she could go even faster, so fast that she could catch up to the black blur in front of her and get in a good killing blow. The wolf in her forced a hunting howl out of her mouth at that, wanting desperatly to be on the hunt. But Lyra held it in check, keeping her pace steady until she could think of something to do.

Despite her amazment at her speed, Lyra knew that she could not run like this forever. Wolves were endurance runners only for traveling, and then only at a lope. Sprinting was something they did only when hunting. Horses, however, were build specifically for endurance sprinting. Soon she would begin to tire...and her brother would be lost to her. Suddenly she realized that she felt paniced...felt like she was being hunted. She swept a quick glance over her shoulder. Nothing. Still running at full force, she decided to try something. Opening her mouth, she let out a long howl. Sure enough, the feeling of being hunted increased. I'm...I'm feeling what Ryker is feeling, she thought to herself in amazment. Can I use this to help him? Focusing her thoughts, she reached out to Ryker's emotions as best she could and forced herself to feel calm, conveying the idea of safety through the link.

((See? Short. And not terribly creative at that. I sorry. My brain is deeeeeeeead.))

[ZephyrWolf]

Ryker ran through the stretch of woods that surrounded their property for some distance. He didn't need to look behind him to know that he was being chased by the white wolf from earlier, not did he realize that this predator chasing him was his sister, Lyra, who did not want to hurt him at all. He heard a menacing, dangerous howl that would've otherwise sounded eerily beautiful to him. But because the prey mindset that had taken him over felt that he was being hunted, the song of the wolf was a death call to him. And for that brief moment before Lyra regained control, he was right. His hoofs pounded the ground rhythmically as he drove on, trying to escape the hunter that relentlessly chased him, almost on his heels.

Suddenly, another long howl split through the air, but this time, the fear that consumed Ryker lasted only a moment. After the initial wave of terror that passed through him, he began experiencing a strange, calming sensation in his mind. Slowly, Ryker felt himself relax, although it seemed almost as if something inside of him was forcing his horse-self to do so. His wild running slowed to a steady canter, then to a trot, and finally, he just stopped altogether, no longer feeling the overwhelming force of fear compelling him to run. After a moment, the horse instincts faded since they were no longer needed, and Ryker's human self regained control. He turned his massive jet-black body to face the wolf, his sister, gazing at her with recognition in his eyes instead of blind panic. His sides heaved as he took in air, but he barely felt sore, only fatigued.