Who's Afraid Of The Big Bad Wolf?

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

Emerald waited in anticipation to see if Salem would stop. Each second seemed like an hour, it dragged out, time spinning endlessly as the blood pounded in her ears. She gasped as Salem growled at Peter, she was sure he was going to finish the job and a look of hopelessness came over her. But when he looked at her and whimpered she knew something changed. She smiled, relief washing over her. She opened her mouth to thank him but by then he was already bounding off into the forest. "Wait!" she called out. She tried getting to her feet but she ended up falling flat on her side. "Wait." she repeated, her voice low and weak this time. Her vision blurred again and she felt a slight emptiness as Salem disappeared from sight.

Peter remained still while all this happened; anger, guilt, and confusion boiling inside him. He sighed in relief as Salem ran off. He saw Emerald fall and quickly got up, dropping his dagger, to try and catch her. He looked off in the direction Salem ran then back to Emerald, his eyebrows knit on confusion. "Hey, hey calm down." he said comfortingly. He scooped Emerald up in his arms and with one last glance to he forest, started walking back to the village. He could feel Emerald's blood soaking through his shirt. She was limp and light in his arms. He looked down at her as he rushed to the village. "You'll be okay." he said, more to himself than her. Arrowin and Emerald put in danger in less than two hours. He wasn't sure he would be sane for much longer.

[AWarriorcat]

(Ignore)

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

(Emerald is being carried back to the village by Peter and she's half dead......)

[AWarriorcat]

(Never mind... I'm just bored, Snow911 quit so yeah... sorry)

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

(oh. It's okay.)

[GoldenStateOfMind]

(( we ignored you cause your character wasn't actually at the scene... ))

Salem's insides burned with intense guilt, not to mention hunger. But he wouldn't give in, especially since he was worked so hard to resist Peter. His wolf form didn't know how to comprehend his newest problems, and he gained enough control back to shift into a human again. He sat down hard onto the moist ground, horrified at himself, angry that he hadn't kept his cool. He dropped his head between his legs and huddled against the wind, suddenly cold, having a moment of rest before he regained his honor.

Celaya glanced up, leaning her head against the wall she sat against. It was a chilly night, and ahe wrapped her arms around her knees an pulled them to her chest. Most would think her crazy for sitting outside unprotected at night, but she fingered a silver dagger in her right hand.

((Talk to Celsia))

[Mystic]

[Am I accepted?]

Yes

[Mystic]

(Oh, alright.. Hmm, I don't know where to get in here. Anyone willing to Rp with me?)

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

(Peter will be free soon.)
Peter pushed the front door open with his foot and walked into his house, kicking the door closed. He set Emerald down on a chair and rushed to the kitchen. He pulled a large towel out of the cabinet and laid it on the table. He picked Emerald up again and placed her on the table, being as gentle as possible so she wouldn't be hurt anymore. He rushed around the house trying to find a water bucket, cloth, and a needle and thread. Once he gathered everything up he sat down by Emerald pulled her shirt up a little so he could see the wound. He took of Salem's bandage and glanced down at Em. She looked worse by the moment. He cleaned the wound before handing Emerald a bottle of liquor. "You'll need that." he said. He watched as she took a swig before starting to stitch the wound closed.

Emerald bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the needle as much as possible. It didn't feel like much, it just annoyed her is all. The continuous jabbing of the needle over and over drove her insane. She sighed in relief when it was over and downed almost half the bottle of liquor. She frowned when Peter snatched it away from her. "I need some too you know." he said, taking a long swig himself. They both were covered in blood by now and Peter had a hard time cleaning up. "So who was that?" he asked her. Emerald sighed. "Just a friend of mine."
"Your 'friend' tried to eat me." Peter growled.
"But he didn't." she countered.
"Yea, because you stopped him. He's not normal Em, even for a wolf."
"He's just as normal as any other wolf." she lied. The image of Salem never left her mind. First of him in his human form, then as a werewolf.
"Why do you defend that thing? He's dangerous!" Peter was now leaning on the table looking down at her, his expression angry. He knew she had always been reckless but this was too far.
"That thing is my friend." she growled.
"I'm your friend Emerald!" he shouted, slamming his fist against the table.
Emerald didn't even flinch, her gaze was just as angry, her tone just as hard. "It doesn't seem like it much anymore! All you care about is Arrowin!"
Peter remained silent for a while, he was genuinely shocked by this. "You honestly think that?" he asked, his voice soft.
Emerald nodded, tears in her eyes and her voice shaky. "You didn't even come to find me." her voice could barely be heard, her bottom lip was shaking as she tried to keep the tears from falling. "It's like you don't even care."

[Mystic]

(I'll just rp with Salem for the time being :3)

Anabelle looked down at the shriveled form of the werewolf who was now crumbling in on himself. He seemed distressed with the way he shivered and curled into a ball on the damp grass. A sudden flicker of pity flashed in Anabelle's deep brown eyes as she shifted on her sturdy branch, gracefully jumping down and landing with a soft thud just a few feat away from the dark haired man. She quietly aproached him, cautiously reaching her hand out to place on his shoulder. She had some sense of what was troubling him by the way he had come back in his wolf form and not his human one. She could also sense the inner turmoil raging inside of him.
She debated with herself on what to say, coming to the conclusion of just standing there until he reacted.