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[RavenshadowRose]

Morta Fox
Female, Lycan | tags: open | location: Her house | Crush: open

Morta stood by a window, watching people walk by. She sighed, walking into her room, changing into her form fitting black dress and she went out to a restaurant, only to be cat-called by a group of men. She turned around. "Excuse me, but thats very disrespectful to me, and other women you do that to, dont do it again." She said and a big man, she assumed he was the groups leader, stepped up. "Says who?" He asked. "Says me." Morta hissed. He grabbed her arm and wouldn't let go, while the others were laughing. Morta growled, wolf-like. "Get. Your. Hand. Off. Of. Me." She warned, but he tightened his grip. He threatened to take her away, and Morta's temper clicked. She swung around, putting his arm behind his back, making him let go. Her right arm and hand came up as his head and chest went down and she took his throat in her hand, pushing him against a building. "Leave me and other ladies alone, you sick f***." She growled, before letting him go and walking away.

(Stared most of the word out for you guys.)

[Pumpkin~Spice]

Sebastian Donovan
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Lycan | Male | 22 | Hetro | Mood: Focused | Location: On way to the Meeting (just passed Morta's house) | Tags: Morta Fox

Sebastian lost in thought, passed by Morta house when heard the sounds of scuffle. Getting worried Sebastian picked up his pace and flew around the bend just in time to witness the end of the assault. Coming to a halt on the corner, Sebastian observed Morta to see if she'd been injured in any way but she only seemed to be in emotional distress. Morta sure did have a temper on her, thought Sebastien.

Schooling his features into a stoic mask, not wanting to fill the overbearing protective lycan male stereotype. . She could handled them those men just fine own her own and she probably didn't want him to baby her."Hey Morta, you on your way to the pack meeting? Would you mind if I join you?" Not waiting for a reply he started to walk alone side her. Peering into her face and he said in wryly tone, "Well done by the way, I'm sure you will season in those kids nightmares tonight."

[RavenshadowRose]

Morta Fox
Female lycan | tags: Sebastian Donovan | Location: going to pack meeting | crush: open

Morta heard Sebastian come up to her. "Yes. You can join me in my walk." She said. Her high heels clicked on the sidewalk and she was walking pretty fast, although she never lost footing. She looked at Sebastian and chuckled. "Shouldn't have cat-called me. I would've left them alone." She said. She examined the shifter beside her. *Kinda handsome, might be enough* she thought before looking ahead of her. "So...... after the meeting and the high ranks don't ask us to do anything.... you want to join me for coffee?" She asked. She felt on her right hip for her dagger, just in case something happens to go wrong and those kids would follow after her. She glanced back to see some of the group a little bit behind the two werewolves. "They are following. Don't look back. You will alert them with the idea that you are scared. Only fight when you see me losing, if I start losing." She said.

[lokison]

westley - female - human - heterosexual - tags: gabriel

A fresh surge of rage flooded through Westley as he seemed to completely shrug off everything she'd said. Being ignored was not something the girl enjoyed very much. Clenching her fists, she sprang to her feet, shouting at his retreating back as anger pumped through her veins. "Now you think you can just leave? What in-" realizing she was now yelling at a closed door, Westley slumped back onto the bed, swiping a hand against her bloodied lip. She swore again, softer this time. She would get out. They couldn't keep her here forever- one way or another, she'd get her answers and then she would be gone. She just needed to find an escape. Her eyes roved the room- the only window was far too small for her to climb out of. She slipped off the bed once more, going up to the door and trying the handle. She'd suspected it would be locked, but it was still a disappointment when the brass knob refused to turn. Clenching her jaw, she whirled around and slammed a fist against the wall. It did nothing, besides bruise her knuckles. Sighing, she fell down onto the floor, pulling her legs in underneath her and leaning against the wall.

Mon-El Burkhardt | 22 | Male | Monosexual | Turned Half-Breed | Tags: Westley
Having left the pack meeting, the dirty blonde male thought he'd go check up on the humans that the others had locked up. As someone who was forced into this life, Mon-El could easily sympathise with the humans although he was never locked up, no he was but attacked and left until he had no choice but to find help. As he left e pack house, Mon-El looked round just checking to see I feel he coast was clear before clicking his neck and phasing into his silvery grey wolf form with three distinct scars running down the side of his neck. Shaking out his pelt to relieve some tension that he could feel in his muscles, the lad trotted into the trees towards where the humans were being kept. He loved the wilderness, it reminded him of the mountains of home but it was far from the vast hills of Snowdonia. It wasn't long before he reached the 'rooms'. He stopped, phased back human and unlocked the door beforehand walking inside.

[avior.]

westley - female - human - heterosexual - tags: mon-el

When the door clicked open again, Westley jerked to her feet, fully expecting to see the one from before come in. It was a different person this time, which didn't exactly put her mind at ease. She backed up a step until she was brushing against the wall, eyeing the other male warily. Running a hand over her knuckles, which were still throbbing quite painfully, she opened her mouth to speak. It took a few tries- fear made her stumble over her words before she finally got out a question. "Who are you?"

[K9.]

➼ Ｄｅｎａｌｉ
"Ｔｈｅ Ｎｉｍｂｌｅ"

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Hunter | Fae
23 Years Old.
Crush; xxx
Feeling; xxx
Tags; Jackson.
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✘ Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes turned to hours as Denali focused all her energy on what seemed like a piece of art she'd been drawing for days. She spent very little time actually socialising since the huge outbreak. Biting her tongue as she carefully drew the outline of a majestic ladies eyes, she cursed when her pencil tip snapped creating a more scribble like effect than she wanted. Rolling her eyes she stood up and glanced over at the clock on the wall noticing the time. Great...she was late to the meeting. Now slamming her sketchbook shut, she hesitated before going to grab her leather jacket and leaving. Once outside she noticed Jackson, one of the fae's from the pack, in fact she'd hunted with her fellow hunter a few times. "Hey, Jackson...heading to the meeting?"She called now walking over to her and glancing around as if to observe if anyone else was with her.

[Luckywolfness]

~°Jackson°~

Female/Lycan/24/Tags;Denali

Jackson was up against a tree thinking of the fights she had had with her brother recently.Out of habit she was picking at her nails with a sigh.She crossed her arms with a huff."Must he always be so cold?" She thought to herself. She quietly stood there and contiued to fidget nervously.Her only family was never there anymore, and that hurt her unimaginatively. She was snapped to her senses whe she heard the foot steps of another fae.Trying her best to hide the fact she was hurting. "Yes, thanks for reminding me." She smiled, lifting her weight off the tree.

(Sorry for the late reply.)

[K9.]

➼ Ｄｅｎａｌｉ
"Ｔｈｅ Ｎｉｍｂｌｅ"

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Hunter | Fae
23 Years Old.
Crush; xxx
Feeling; xxx
Tags; Jackson.
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✘ Glancing back at Jackson she raised a brow before realising she seemed distracted, or even sorrowful about something. Thinking over the past couple of days she couldn't really think of anything that she'd heard of happening but she did have a brother and it could of been his fault she was distressed right now. "You and Adam ok?"She questioned casually, although it was merely curiosity about her damped mood that she wanted to figure out. She had a thing about always wanting to know why a person or animal's mood was either heightened or lower than usual. Some would call her nosy for wanting to know everyone's latest news but she just considered it as a common interest. Glancing around once again she began walking slowly towards the way the meeting was held, twisting a strand of her dirty blonde hair around her index finger casually.

[Luckywolfness]

~°Jackson°~

Female/Lycan/24/Tags;Denali

She walked closer to the girl and stopped dead when she asked about her brother. "No hes being cold as ice to me."She said to the curious female. She crossed her arms and sighed looking away to avoid eye contact. She didnt like to be sad. She tried to be s fun and happy as possible. She eventually looked back up"Lets go, I need to take my mind off it." She said, and stuck her hands in her jeans pockets.

[Pumpkin~Spice]

Sebastian Donovan
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Lycan | Male | 22 | Hetro | Mood: Focused | Location: On way to the Meeting | Tags: Morta Fox

He admired Morta's daggers and made a mental note to ask about how them at a later date. Sebastian didn't care much for coffee but he would consider a chat over a cup of hot chocolate. He relayed this to Morta fearing she might think him strange for his taste in hot beverages. "I'm I'd rather not go to a pound if place if that's alright with you.Besides it would be harder for me to protect you in a café. Not that I don't think you can't defend yourself." He eyes her daggers on the last part. To be honest though it wasnt defense side of things But that the smells become a bit too overwhelming in places filled with people.

His new body was still adjusting to the sensory overload and he was thinking of asking one of the more experienced Lycans for help in what he should expect. Morta seemed as good a help as any but Sebastian didn't want to seem off his game in front of one the pack females. But he better get advice as soon possible because so far he's been caught off guard multiple times and it would be disastrous if it happened in an emergency situation. While he was grateful for the advanced senses and strength he still felt abit out of his element.