The Hunted (Accepting)

[xCyril]

Cheekie

He study the wolf for a moment and smile. He understood now that it was a werewolf and knew that in its fright it wouldnt understand his human tongue. He did his best to "speak in wolf tongue" as he thaught himself from his studies, he said the following "you must be lost, did you need help out? You are not a registered wolf here. I would be glad to send you out the north wing, there the field is sparse with prey. Sounds good, yeah?" He only smiled towards her as a friend and his eyes showed no hidden lies or wickedness through his glasses. He only wished to help the dear thing.

Skye Kresnik
The wolf made no quick move after the human spoke; his words echoing off into the distance until it disintegrated into silence. The blue eyes of the beast examined the human, following his body movements and locking onto his gaze. Despite being in the form of a wolf, the beast had taught get animalistic side how to understand the meaning of mans language. She knew, even though the words that left his tongue meant kindness, offering hospitality, she knew that was all a lie. All humans were the same; filthy lying beasts. They offer up a safe way but later on betray their companions. The wolf remembered. His words were answered with a low growl, as the white wolf wanted no part of his offer. Yet she took a second to think; the human could lead her to the others of the pack, ones she had bled, fought and hunted with. An un audible sigh escaped her lips before the wolf returned the human with her final answer despite the fact she would regret this decision, despite the sickening feeling rising within her. The poise of the wolf relaxed, ears angled back just a bit, tail dropped, but her thoughts and eyes remained; one paw in the wrong place and she would not hesitate to rip his throat out. The wolf revealed her self under the light now causing the soft fur to glow in its rays. Locking onto the humans gaze, the white wolf gave the human a slow, subtle nod.

[Mournlore]

Cheekie

He smiled at the wolf and stood up straight. His soft pale skin looked delicate ad almost seemed to glow in the dim lights. He looked like a child, but had much more to his kind soul. "Wonderful, the door is right here down the hallway." He spoke softly. "You don't have to worry about me, I am just a lab worker. It is my duty to make sure the inmates are healthy and to also test their blood to determine which type of werewolf they are." He said as he walked quietly, "Whether they were born, bitten, or cursed that way." He chuckled "I am basically a werewolf doctor, I know how to treat wolf and human." He walked down the hall with a light carefree nature, not scared or worried at all about the wolf. He thought kindly of wolves, as if they were complete humans too. They basically are, its just humans decriminate agianst them such as they have done with skin colour or cultural differences. But he sought to learn about the werewolfs and to study cures for their curses, just incase one wanted to be human again. He approached the door and opened it wide for the wolf. "Here is the North side, their is a large population of prey out here and a small population of predetors, so it seems pretty fit. I wouldn't suggest coming in here again, or a hunter might get you. Then you will be a registered wolf and I'll see you in the lab. " he smiled at the wolf, hoping it would take his offer of freedom.

[Gabrianna]

Naomi starts to cry. " My real daddy is dead! The wolves took him and tried to take me from mommy! That's why she started to fully hunt wolves.... you are not making a wise decision especially giving away mommy's position right infront of her like she was already gone. Don't worry about shipping us any where.....Mom is going to take off into the woods and disappear into the night with me as soon as I meet up with her downstairs. Mom will not see you the same after this.... You may not see yourself as my dad but I do! You was the fatherly figure no one else.... You can't see that then you are honestly very blind.... I better go.... Mom probably already shifted and is outside waiting in the shadows. " Naomi sighs sadly and turns to walk away.

[river;]

Chase grinned and ran after her

[Mournlore]

RingMaster

He cringed at Naomi's tears. he felt horrible for causing all this, but he knew it had to be done. He stood and watched her leave. "I am no better than your dead father. I am worse. He deserves the title." he mumbled harshly to himself. he looked down the hall and felt his vision start to blur. he grabbed his head. NO! no not now, don't go crazy snap out of it! he screamed internally. he stumbled backward and slammed into the wall and sank to the floor. Curled up with glowing red eyes, he thought, God how I hate emotions

[Gabrianna]

Naomi sees RM and screams for her mom. Gabrianna runs through in her Wolf form and nuzzles Ringmaster. She knew he needed to calm down or else he would shift. She stares into his eyes and whimpers at him as she tries to calm him down.

[Mournlore]

RingMaster

He lifted his head and looked at Gabrianna. his hands lifting into veiw and he watched them shake. With anger gushing through him, RM pounced onto his feet, making his tall structure shadow everything. His eyes blazed with glowing fury as his words thundered the hall. "GO now and run free!" He hollared, "Rid yourselve's of this place and leave its leader to rest in it's anguish!" he pointed out the door. His chest heaved in and out as he breathed with horrible might. The wicked grin on his face contain sharp teeth, ready to rip flesh. RM looked down upon them with his firey eyes and watched them stand, " LEAVE! " he thundered once more, just wanting them to leave him to dreadful emotions.

[Gabrianna]

Gabrianna shakes her head and nuzzles his leg. She was not leaving him like this. She wanted him to be calm again. She knew Naomi would try to calm him down if Gabrianna didn't. She still loved him even if he didn't love her the same way.

[~ R I P T I D E ~]

Ciera
Ciera ran down the hallway and slammed against the office door.


Landon
Landon heard the slam of a body against the door. She lifted her head, still in her wolf form, and growled her hair bristling.

[river;]

Chase smirked and ran with her