Midnight Kills (Werewolf/Human RP) ACCEPTING

[riddlestyx]

Risika blinked, shocked by all the wild barks and shouts. Everything seemed blotted out, her hearing fuzzy along with her eyesight. Risika staggered to her paws, trying to limp away. She scrambled up a tree with the last shred of strength the she-werewolf had. Risika hid deep in the leaves, concealed from the humans and safe. At least for a while. Risika lay limply on a thick branch, blood trickling down her neck slowly.

[.::Nani::.]

Sandra fell back to the ground, immediatly scrambling backwards as she gave a frightened, shakey cry. She stared at the dead man's body now, her eyes almost locked on him in terror. "W-We should get to the cabin," she struggled to say while her entire body quaked with adrenaline. "We could hide there on the m-meantime... F-Follow me."
She then glanced at where she had last seen Risika. "Risika?! Risika, where are you?!"
She then turned to look at Odin, hoping he would know where the other she-werewolf had gone off to.

Max watched the two humans interacting, staying in the safety of the shadows and doing the best he could to keep himself hidden from them. For now, his eyes simply flickered from one of them to the other, his mind waiting intently for the perfect moment of his attack.

[Whitie]

-Odin Vinter-

Once Odin had made sure that the man was dead, by ripping his neck to shred, he shifted his attention upon Sandra and flicked his ears several times, before he limped back to where he last saw Risika. He paused in his steps, his right hind leg lifted so he wouldn’t have to apply any pressure upon it. It was going numb now, the pain overwhelming it. He blinked several times, before lowered his leathery nose to a blood puddle. He sniffed several times, but his mind couldn’t make out whose scent it was. There was so much blood everywhere that he wasn’t sure what was what.

Irritated, he growled with a flare of his fangs, before he lifted his head and looked around. “Risika!” Odin called out. Had a human snuck up and took her away? No, such a thing could not have happened. They were dead. All the human’s that were here were dead. He had made sure of that fact. He sniffed around a few more times in hopes to pick up her scent.

[xWereWolf-Girlx]

"Lliam" he said with a small grin "Here let me see it" he said gently kneeling down and examining her foot, he frowned "You just tripped on a rock? It's pretty deep" he said before pulling his jacket off his shoulders and ripping off the sleeve from his T shirt. He wrapped the cloth around her foot gently, tying it off at the end "There. that better?" he asked examining his handiwork

[riddlestyx]

Risika's faint, hoarse voice sounded from the thick bracken on the large oak branches, "I'm up... Here..." Risika's head lay limply on the branch, her legs and arms hanging numbly. Her neck didn't pause to stop bleeding, the blood now trickling down the branch, and splashing on the ground with a small, Ploop. Soon, it became a small stream of blood from the she-werewolf.

[Prophet]

Vannah nodded and winced as he tightly wraped the cloth around her gash. "Well, I more stomped on it then triped on it." She murrmered. "Yes, thank you.Really anything would make it feel better." She agnolaged. "I like your name." She complimented, from nowhere. The musky scent of wet dog again began to lurm in the air, but Vannah refused to belive that the wolf had come back. As the cloth began to stain a slight red speck Vannah sighed, "Thank you for doing that, you dident have to." She said full heartedly.She slowly but surely began to regain her consiousness as the blood flow began to prosper again. As she examined her saviour she slowly began to relax in serenity.

[.::Nani::.]

Max stared at them for a while longer. They obviously didn't know eachother... but for some reason, the boy was so quick to lend a hand to the girl. Why humans would be so stupid as to help a stranger out, he would never understand...
But I helped that she-werewolf just a while ago, Max suddenly reminded himself.
Suddenly distracted by his thoughts, Max had let his guard down, part of his gray fur suddenly becoming exposed in a small patch of moonlight. However, he didn't even notice it as he thoughts continued to roll around the girl he had met earlier. Even if she hadn't thanked him... he was stil glad that he had...
Ah! But what did that matter? He'd never even see her again! Or atleast... her hoped not...

Sandra drew in a choppy gasp. "Oh my...! Oh my goodness!! She's-- She's bleeding! And badly too!" She rushed over to the tree, looking up at her. "We need to get you somewhere safe and treat those injuries-- Fast!" She then glanced down at herself. Only problem was though... how would she get the two injured werewolves back to the cabin? It wasn't too terribly far away for a healthy werewolf to travel, but for a couple of injured ones... well that sure would be some pain...

[Whitie]

-Odin Vinter-

Odin lifted his maw upwards as he spied the wounded she-werewolf laying upon the branch of a tree. His head tilted a little to the side as he eyed the sticky, crimson blood dribbling down from the branch and formed a puddle upon the forest floor. He cursed beneath his breath as he shook his head in disbelief. How could he have allowed such a thing to happen? He was supposed to protect them, not allow for this to befall upon them. Sighing heavily, he lifted his gaze upon more upon Risika and pondered on how he was going to get her down from there.

Eventually, Odin rose to his feet, wincing immediately as he applied weight on his right foot. He limped beneath the branch that Risika was lounging on, thinking that he could catch her if she allowed herself to slip from the branch. He thought about it, and thought that it might work out. “Risika, I’ll catch you. Just slip off of the branch and I’ll catch you, then we can head to Sandra’s cabin. Alright?” Odin spoke up, as he readied his arms to catch her, even though it pained him greatly.

[xWereWolf-Girlx]

Lliam chuckled "of course, it's no big deal, it's kinda.. What I do" he said with a shrug "You know killing werewolves, saving damsels in distress and all that good stuff" he said with a grin, though his eyes flashed around the areas they were in, the hair on the back of his neck raised slowly, he glanced around, someone or.. Something was watching them. He caught sight of a fur in the moon light and he froze, leaning down slowly he grabbed the sword from where he had laid it on the ground. "don't move, stay quiet" he whispered to the girl as he held the sword up taking a step towards the creature

[riddlestyx]

Risika didn't argue, odd for her. Her grip loosened from the branch, allowing her to fall limply down from the tree and into Odin's arms. It pained her slightly, but she kept from letting out a yelp. She closed her eyes slowly, completely exhausted and stunned. Risika tried to stay awake, not wanting put more burden on Odin. She let loose a weak cough, her eyes opening once again. Risika fought to stay awake.