☢ωнαт αяε ¥συ? ☣ || The war is coming. || Closed. || ஐ

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[[ Take your time, deary. I'm watching my fictional husband kick some bad-guy butt <3 ]]

[Haze-L-Kitten]

{ X'D THat is too good. Mmhm, too good. XD Alomost as good as this moon pie I'm eating--- Whom I kidding!? EPICNESS. <33 XD]

Just got an idea Havey. Sit tight! ;D }

[--I am Sherlocked--]

( I'd like to join, I can probably write a paragraph but normally no more. )

[Haze-L-Kitten]

Just as she was coming to disappear for the windows veiwng she stopped abruptly and narrowed her eyes with a bit of a arched brow apperance to them as she looked through the glass at someone in particular. She wore a bit of an animated face. One of her minons was inside the sub joint and had caught her off garud. He was waving her down and making a motion for her to come inside. She dead panned her face and she stepped out of veiw where she vanished and appeared inside the place and rounded a corner that was from the hall of the rest rooms, beating the vampire who was heading to them from meeting paths with her, but not escaping his possible sighting of her. As she got to one of the bar seats next to the scranny appearing male she apprached. She narrowed her eyes at him and grumbled at him, instantly moody. "What?" She snapped at him and he didn't take it to offence. She was a very demanding figure in his case. "Got some news for you. That angle chick is still with that rebel she snagged from you." The demon's brow artched with a darkend, but approved lookf for him to tell her more. "Mmm?" She grumbled at him. "Yeah, didn't make sense to me either." She sighed and she leaned against the empty seat beside him. "Well, at least you're showing some prominence." She stated in a dry remark as the male grinned at her. Being a demon only by Kristen choise, which meant she gave him the abilitites he had now for the exchange of him bieng her minion.

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( I'd like to join, I can probably write a paragraph but normally no more. )

I'd have to see your joining from before hand. This is semi-closed right now, so the form would have to be impressive.

[mukade]

Vincent Kenton ~ Vampire.

Mood: "Feelin' much better now that it doesn't look like I peed in my pants."
Location: "At Subway."
Talking to: "Eh, no one, at the moment."

Crushing on: "No one."
Dating: "No one. I'm forever alone.."

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I walked toward the bathrooms until I stopped, one brow arched as I saw the girl from outside come in. I blinked before continuing on. I wouldn't lie, I knew what she was and that was why Haven was freaked out. I knew she wasn't good around a species like that, it even took her time to get along with me. Once I exited the mens room, I stopped in the hallway to fix the beanie that sat perfectly on my head. Brushing my hair out of my eyesight, I looked for the girl I had seen earlier, just out of curiosity.

[Haze-L-Kitten]

Kristen payed no mind to the other's in the restaruant. Holding her short conversation with her minon, she looked down at him and he grinned. "Glad to hear that." He said as he'd taken abite of what he'd ordered and swallowed it down, before answeing. Kristen looked down at him expressoinlessly and sighed as she blinked her eyes slowly. "I'm guessing that's all you have?" She looked back at him and he nodded. "Pretty much and that I saw them heading to the park earlier, that's before I came here to eat." He replied and Kristen raised her head. Now that she finished this update, she thought about pursing, but that thought died instantly. She wasn't hungry right now. For blood, which wasn't normal for her.

[Haze-L-Kitten]

| Russel Eaton |
: Rue - Werewolf - 17 :

The demon taunted one last time before he showed his true powers. She stopped her pacing and locked her eyes on the dark shadow the demon was disappearing into. It swirled around in the air before re-hardening into an even more gruesome and daunting creature. His bony frame was comprised of merely that and muscles, long black hair running down his back. Rue was not used to fighting, let alone a demon. All the rumors of demon gangs and evil doings were true. This one demon was scattering a pack of strong Werewolves, so what would a hoard of them be capable of? She desperately wanted to be of assistance, but at the same time knew she hadn't been called on yet. The bony tail by itself was enough to cut open one of the wolves, let alone any other tricks he had up his sleeve. The last thing she wanted was to butt in and be in the way. Staying on four legs to keep more stable, she kept her wide hazel eyes locked on the demon. The flickering fire of his tongue danced on her irises. Her eyes stayed on him, even as he moved to come after her. A female's blood. Though, they had at least one female in the pack. She could sense that much. What was the deal with him coming after her? She wasn't going to let him catch her in fear. She stood on her hind legs and braced herself for his impact. Once he was on her, she would work from there. If anything, at least she would prove to be a distraction while they finished him off.

However, her plan quickly fell through. Blake, once again, stepped in. She watched the demon lash out at them and took a step forward. Her body was screaming at her to run, to join the fight, to help the wolves below her. The only thing stopping her was the thought of her making things worse. She was worried for all of them, but her inexperience could only make things go downhill. Wolves with pelts of different hues were turning to blurs in the chaos. Her eyes only stayed on the brown, fallen male. Through the strikes from both sides, he had gotten punctured in his side. He laid still with bright blood coming from his wound. She whimpered softly, not being able to stop it, and started down the incline a few steps before seeing the medical female coming out to gather another fallen male. Rue paused only momentarily before continuing down. She had heard the other female's bark and gone ahead with her plans to show she was already on top of it.

She fell to all fours and darted over to the male. The blood gleamed in the moonlight, but she was no longer phased. Full instinct was kicking in. She had to tend to him and remove him from the immediate war waging not far from them both. The demon was no longer her concern. Stooping by his side, she examined the wound. It was deep and the blood was still coming. She was hesitant to move him, but knew it had to be done. Being a half Werewolf, she knew her smaller stature would be no match to the larger of this full male. Carrying him was out of the question. She moved to his head and noted his closed eyes and shallow moving chest. Thank God you aren't dead. Gripping the underneath of his front legs, she, as gently as she could, pulled him from the battle. The blood trialing from his wound worried her greatly, making her stop sooner than she would have liked. She looked up from him and saw the demon still fighting for his life. The hissing and crying coming from him was deafening, but he was not her focus. They were far enough away to be out of his range of hits. She moved back to the side of the wolf and looked at his wound. She knew she had to stop the bleeding, but with what? If she phased back she could use her shirt, but that would mean just being in her sports bra. She shook her head and closed her eyes.

The coarse black fur disappeared as quickly from her body as she could get it. Her ears shrunk back to the pink ones she was most used to. Muzzle gone, she was left in her human body. She jerked open her eyes and yanked off the tank top she had on. Balling it into the right size to fit his wound, she pressed it against his puncture. She knew she had to be firm, but she was not going to shove the shirt into his wound. Blood soaked it, but less quickly than before. Either he was close to death or his body was starting to heal itself. The screaming of the demon was still there, but she was only focused on him. His eyes were still closed, but her own bored into them. She prayed he would be alright and that they would open.

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Blake was unable to access who had fallen and who was being taken care of. He knew that his medical wolf was on spot, but Russel being right there with her wasn't known. His grip on the demon handn't released. The demon's lustful want of Russel's specific blood was because she wasa mix inbetween human and wolf. This demon was addicted to human cross blood that were female and she was the perfect mix of his lusting. However, as the battle raged on. The medical wolf tneded to her chosen fallen wolf and she began her healing ability that she'd been trained to to on feild and she wore a medaical like poutch drapped across her shoulder. She wore jewlery that was significant to her tribe and her ranking. Meanwhile, the wolf that Russel assited. He was weakily showing signs of still being alive. his chest moving shallowly, purposely done to slow his heart beat. He put himself into a state of proyalaysis. As he was drug, his wound spilt more and the blood trail was thickly in his trail, before he was set down. The wolf laid unmoving all eccpet his faintly showing breaths that his chest rose and fell with. As his wound was pressed against with the right amount of pressure and held there stabially. The wolves eyes didn't open. They stayed closed, not because he was dying, but he was laying completely still and letting is inner works take place whiel he was assisted outisde his body where the damage occured. Then, the wolves eyes had opened to show a wild pair of glowing yellow eyes. The pupils severely dialted and the irisis were jumping in on center reagion, the humans face her stared at, but saw wolf within her. His nose drew in a unworded inhail and his eyes shut again, not of death, but to knowing he was able to do this while the outer force stopped his blood flow and his inner healing was beginning to take place.


The other medical wolf had just finished up with her other feild dressed fallen comrade. Her bright brown eyes stared over to the female that had acted before her call had the other wol fin her care. She'd finshed sealing this wolf's wound and now she was ready to attend the other male. She yipped at her, to Russel. She'd yipped the word 'trade' meaning' they were to trade off wolves. She darted form ehr position behind the brush she'd taken and she wasted no time getting over to the other male and as the two female passed by, the stranger medical female, gave her a light nosed nudge to her shoulder loping by. It was a motion of encouragement and thanks as she arrive to the fallen male and her paws lad onto him and the now, blood soaked shirt Russel had worn. Her hands looked as if they weren't doing anytihng until a faint glow rose form them and the wave lengths travel throught the fallen wolf she was working on. Her eyes looked over the silent male's face and she leaned over to give him a comforting lick to the cheek with a soft whimper that he was going to be alright. Meanwhile, as they succesfully healed the fallen. The battle raged on between the remaining wolves and the demon who faought with all his might to stay alive. However, that was dweldiling the longer he stayed pinned to the gorund. Ripping his jaws open and Blake's grip snapped away as he made a clean dive as ghe dmeon's boned jaws and his flaming tounge engulfed into a burst of hell flames that rippled out, the spitfire a sign of weakend attack and failing escape. Never once did the wolves who had him pinned let up on him as the spitfire's roar cracked out in pain. Blake lept to the encline and he stroe up it, before he clung to the wall and looked down onto his target. This was the final move and it couldn't miss. Releasing his grasp, he plumet the short distance down, gaining gravitational pull that would greatly help his final attack.



The Alpha threw down his left paw with a bone shattering speed onto the skulled head of the demon who's sound all stopped at the second his paw hit nad his face acme to slam into the ground as his skull fracture all over, cracks and lines scattering over his bone structured face and then, desentidrated into pieces. The body undeneath the wolves fell limp as the now skull fragmented head of the demon lay everywhere, his head rose up and he glared ahead with a brightly glowing set of blue eyes against his rusty and white undersided pelt. His hind legs had slod done serious damage. His spinal cord and shoulder wer also in pecies, but not complete, but they were destroyed. His powerful arms were stained and lashed with blood streaming aorund his arms and down onto the ground below him as he stepped off the defeated demon. The wolves rose form the dead body and they observed it, before they turned their back on it. The demon was dead. Blake and his members came around him as they then rushed to the medical wolves, now being pural for Russel'ls hlep. The pack split, some going to the pack's mecidal wolf and Blake and some of the others went to their fallen comerade and Russel. Blake wore a muzzled smile seeing her. Not once did he look up, he knew the Russel had no doughtfully joined in one way or antehr and this way, she been extremely helpful. The wolves circled her in qestion of who she was and Blake smiled at her as he looked down to the lively and open eyed wolf the pakc's medical wolf had attented to first and who was looking at Blake and the others, one of the males standing over him, being that they were brother's. Blake knew there was no longer a sense of urgency and that everything was stable now. I'm proud of Russel." He spoke in a deepl animalistic tone as his gaze set onto her. The other's listening and givng their comerared some space once they reunited ad took some steps back with soft playful paws at the wolf who remained laying. The other group was undergoing the same thing. Blake's eyes remained on Russel as he waited for her reply.

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[[ Oh my o.o Now I'm going to be the one taking forever x3
I'll probably get one up once I get the laptop in my control. ]]

[Haze-L-Kitten]

{ Hehe, no worries! ;D }

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Re-Post for you Pontimus! ;D


Natallie rolled her eyes and her blush faded away mostly, but it was still there. She huffed. "Whatever." She said in a weak protest and cut her eyes back to him, seeing him feeling the scar on his neck as they now walked in the park. She blinked and studied him. "Is it bothering you?" She questioned him.

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| Russel Eaton |
: Rue - Werewolf - 17 :

Rue moved her hand to the face of the wolf she was kneeling beside. She stroked his cheek gently, holding her shirt on his wound with her other hand. She kept her hand on his face, fingers brushing lightly over his fur, and bit the inside of her lip. Her inner animal was already feeling loyalty to Blake's pack because of the way she trusted him. She hoped his lack of movement was because he was trying to heal himself, but she couldn't be sure. Not until he opened his eyes. The bold yellow stared back at her, showing his recognition of her inner wolf. She released her lip and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. His eyes quickly closed again, though her fear was replaced with relief. Sneaking a glance at the battle, she could see the wolves still fighting the demon. The only thing different from her and the other wolves was that they were all most likely pure-blooded. God, no. The demon had wanted her for her female, half-blood. If that was the case, how long had he known about her, and how long had he been after her? This time she couldn't stop the shiver. If he had sensed her blood time, he very well could have been hunting her this whole time. She could also very well have been dead without these Werewolves.

Her attention was brought back to the wolf when she heard the medical female ask for a trade. The other male had already been healed and she was now ready to work on this one. Rue stood to her feet, but left her shirt with the male. She passed the female and collapsed beside the healed male. She sat her free hand on his chest, but turned to watch the medical wolf. She laid her paw pads on his puncture and a faint glow came up from them. With Russ's family pack living in Ireland she had never seen a medicine wolf use magic to heal. She had never really seen a pack work together. It was always just her and her mom, and they never had any serious business to take care of. Watching the female lick the male's cheek, she looked back to the already looked over male. She needn't not worry about his health because his woulds were sealed and proving to be no problem at all. Without having to concentrate on him, her mind and senses kept wandering to the screaming demon. She didn't want to watch, but she had nothing to keep her from doing so. Fire erupted from the demon, but there wouldn't be much left of him soon. Blake was already moving to make his final blow.

Pieces of the demon's skull flew from the impact. His body went limp as what life he had left him. His entire body was broken, leaving her to wonder how he put up with so much pain instead of just submitting. Though, part of her knew he wouldn't have submitted. If he had such a strong blood lust for her then he wouldn't have given up easily. She watched the wolves back away, noting the blood over each of them but especially on Blake's arms. With the demon dead, the pack could focus on their fallen friends. They turned their backs and split into two groups. One went to the medicine wolf and their fallen comrade, and Blake with the other group came to her. Despite the urgency being gone, her mind wasn't wanting to cooperate. She doubted strongly that she would remember half of this the next day. She stayed on the ground by the wolf's side, wary that she may stumble if she tried to stand. She couldn't believe Blake could smile after what he had been through. Unless, of course, he was used to this sort of thing. She looked up at him and held his blue eyes when she heard him spoke. "You really have no reason to be proud," she murmured softly. If anyone should be saying anything nice, it should be her thanking them.