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[starcrusher]

Dante raised his gun, and was about to aim it at the ground close to the shifter's feet in an attempt to scare it off, when the cheetah's head turned, its ears swiveled toward him, and its amber eyes focused right on his face. "You smell scared," the shifter said. It was strange hearing a human voice come from the cheetah's lips. "Don't shoot, okay? I was hungry, that's all. I'll just take the one I've almost got and leave. Alright?"
"I'm not going to shoot you if you just go," Dante said. Maybe the cheetah-woman could be reasoned with, at least by him. "But I can't speak for my friend."

[BlurIntoDusk]

Lukia saw them, the 2 she saw eariler and the shifter she smelled, she walked over to them trying ,but problely failing to stay hiden.

[Ninjaofgod]

Greg saw the cheetah, Greg heard voice, Greg shot his gun. "You don't belong here!" He screamed. "Get away from his food! You didn't earn it you dirty gami!" Greg aimed at the cheetah again, and started shooting.

[starcrusher]

"Greg, stop!" Dante yelled, whipping around to face him. The cheetah made a strange yipping sound and scurried to her feet. Seeing that Greg was undeterred, Dante did probably the stupidest thing he possibly could have. He leaped in front of the gun. The shifter didn't notice this act of chivalry; she was too busy sprinting off as quickly as her legs could carry her--which was pretty quick, considering she was a cheetah.
A harsh yelp echoed through the trees and Dante fell, gripping his shoulder where a bullet had burrowed itself into his flesh. He didn't feel any pain; the shock was too great. All he saw and felt was blood, everywhere. Pooling on his hand and soaking through his clothes like black, metallic-smelling water.

[BlurIntoDusk]

Lukia ran to Dante side, still in wolf form, she growled at Greg, hopeing he wouldn't notice who she was.

[Ninjaofgod]

It was almost in slow-motion. Greg heard the bark of his gun, he saw the muzzle flash, but the part were he put a bullet in the brain of the shifter didn't come. It hit Dante, Greg's eyes grew wide with shock at seeing the kid drop to the ground clutching his shoulder. "Dante!" Greg yelled, running the his fallen comrade. He inspected the wound as best he could, it didn't look too bad, but there was too much blood to really tell. "Come on, we have to get you somewhere where I can bandage this, is your house close?" Greg didn't care if the new wolf got to him, he had to take care of this kid.

[BlurIntoDusk]

Lukia understanding spoke softly, I don't want to hurt you or him.

[starcrusher]

"Yeah... it's... it's west... of here... over hill..." Dante said, gesturing with his blood-covered hand toward the earth's upward slant that lay just to their right. His house was located in a valley, hidden on all sides. It was easy for Dante to creep up one of the hills that surrounded it and survey the landscape from a tree branch. It didn't look like he would be doing that anytime soon. Dante's body became wracked with shivers and twitches. He couldn't control himself, but he supposed, in his clouded mind, that he was going into shock. The last things he saw were Greg's face and a snarling wolf which may or may not have been real, then the world went black.

[BlurIntoDusk]

Lukia silightly crused, Come on we have to hurry She said as she changed back to her human form.

[skeletor]

Bree stood silently in the middle of a strange forest. Her shiny butterscotch blonde hair fell in tiny ringlets, just past her chin. Her milk chocolate brow eyes examined her surroundings with a hint of anxiety. "It's cold, Bubo" she whispered to a hazel worn looking teddy bear. "Where are we?" her sweet voice broke at the last word and her eyes glazed over with tears. I wanna go home, i want mom! she cried to herself, squatting down next to a tall oak tree and wrapping her arms firmly against the teddy.

"Hey, Lady!" a man called to Naomi. His face looked well aged and his hair a dark chestnut color, with strands of musty grey hairs(supposedly caused by excessive worrying). She lifted her head from tending to her motorbike. "What is it Oldman?" she snarled, her pastel white face-framed with long dark Caribbean hair- would have been pretty if she hadn't worn a disgusted expression. "You shouldn't park that there" he said motioning to her SMX-Street Bike, decorated with a grim looking skull on the hind wheel. "Why?" Naomi retorted, fixing the bike helmet decorated with similar looking skulls. "The next time you leave it there, it might not be there whe-" The man tried to explain, holding both palm up in a form of peace. But he was only halfway through his sentence before the motorbike's engine revved into life, and Naomi road away.