Ðusk [werewolf/vampire]

[Talon the Mad King]

-- Jack Storm Wilder ;; seventeen ;; second in command;; currently in the werewolf territory;; tagged by many --


Jack had been silent through most of the ordeal. It was not because he was scared- He just had nothing to say. He watched as Emma had run off, yet he stood his ground. Jack would not follow in this chase of cat and mouse, for the cat almost always won. He stood up straighter, narrowing his eyes and watching the Clan ahead of him. They all were quite the same- skinny, and lean. Built for running and sneaking in the shadows.

The Pack was very different to them. Most were built for strength and brute force, instead of outracing their opponents. Strong shoulders and long legs allianced with their sharp teeth and brave attitudes. They were like the confederacy verses the Union- both different, yet so much alike. Jack blinked, coming back to reality. He put his hands in pockets of his leather jacket, not feeling up to a fight. He had been up late into the night, getting plagued with frequent nightmares and insomnia.

[canis,]

Since some members have become inactive, I will be restarting this roleplay. I will post the link to the new thread here once it is made.

[Leviathan~]

((EXCUSE MY ABSENCE. College is not fond of me as of late. I'll be better about being active in the future))

[c a v a l i a.]

;; bump