Bring it On (War/Romance RP) *Semi-Lit*

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OOC: Sorry, I broke my glasses, I cann't see close up well, most of it's blurry, mixed up, will fix...

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(( @WildAtHeart: Accepted. ))

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[Sorry, not accepted, you did not read the rules]
Ziva Mason
Ziva sunk to the ground slightly, angling herself as she saw the wolf getting ready to pounce onto her. "I am Ziva Mason." She explained, her eyes searching him slightly, her nose memorizing the scent he wore upon his coat. "I live just outside of town in my own cabin." For some reason, something seemed to be okay about this wolf, but she was not letting her gaurd down. Last time she did that, it cost her. Thats what the scar across her muzzle was from, losing her cool, and forgetting to watch herself. Her fur still stood on end as she waited silently for the wolf to make the first move. Her eyes glowed in the darkened forest as they accessed the situation.

Dean Frome
(I have writers block on him, and thats bad, cause im also writing a book so I can only write a few as I think of a course for him)
Dean poured himself a heaping bowl of cereal before sitting down and coating it with milk. His spoon clanked against the sides of the bowl as he practically inhaled the food. Rudy, the shepherd, sat at his feet, whimpering for some table scraps.

Tamesis Daniel Williams
Tamesis tilted his head as he looked at the she-wolf, the fur on his bar falling as he stopped growling deeply. His tail swished as he said "why are you here?" He though he already knew the answer, but he couldn't be sure. As for himself? He was waiting. That was all he did these days, was to wait. The last few decades for him had been in solitary, and he missed company somewhat. He wasn't one to hang arounnd in the town, and thought that a house on the outskirts wouldn't be too bad of an idea for him. He could smell the other creatures, and it made his shackles rise in anger. He had lost too many friends to those creatures.

Morgan Eva Lovett
{{I'm just going to let her hang around the park until someone interacts with her }}
Morgan closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall, her neck exposed. Her long red hair fell around her shoulders, golden flecs reflecting the light beautifully. Her soft features were smooth, flawless. Standing at 5ft4, she was deceptive, for she looked weak, but was the very opposite. She was built to be a deadly hunter, in all forms.

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Ziva Mason
Ziva's nose wrinkled slightly as she sniffed the air, testing it, and memorizing his scent. "Most likely the same reason as you are." She snorted, allowing her hackles to fall, flatten her lips back down over her K9s. "I am here to watch over my own turf, and wait." Her eyes roamed around the darkened tree tops over head. "You never know when something could happen." Her massive shoulders rose and fell in a slight shrug. Ziva trained her ears to listen to a few different noises that she heard farther away, more in the direction of her cabin, and dismissed them. "Am I right?" It was not question to her, just as she was sure he had assumed her reasoning.

Dean Frome
With breakfast finished, dishes clean, and the dog fed and happy sleeping on the floor, Dean could finally think. Jogging upstairs, the 5' 10" 'man', as he was now considered, changed into jeans, and a nice polo shirt, with only a few buttons undone. He ran down the narrow flight of stair to grab his wallet, and toss the keys into his pocket before saying good bye to the Shepherd. The keys jangled as he locked the door to the house, and walked to his old Mercury. Food shopping was at the top of the to-do list today, and then maybe a relaxing day at the park.

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Tamesis Daniel Williams
Tamesis nodded solomly, his deep green eyes surveying the grey wolf that stood before him. He cocked his head ever so slightly as he said "you are right. I can sense it too". He swished his tail, and looked in the direction she had turned to face. His ears flicked slightly, as he listened to the sound of the forest around him. "Are you territorial?" He asked, his voice rining through the forest. He had once met a territorial wolf before, and it wasn't a pretty fight.

Morgan Eva Lovett
Morgan listened to the cars as they passed along the street. She listened to human's conversations, picking out the strong and the weak by the tone of their voice. She had her own guidlines which she always obeyed. Kill the weak, old and dying. Sure they didn't taste as good, but she didn't want to become the monster, not like him, the man who had bitten her. The name sent shivers down her spine. And yet, for some strange reason, she found that she clung onto her small dose of love with him, unable to let go of it.

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OOC: I am going to start now. Will the werewolves fall out of their clothes or will the clothes rip apart if they shift?

Luna Rahal
Luna didn't know what to think. Yes, she was territorial, and right now she wasn't. She wasn't bi-polar, just maybe some extra anger is caught in throat. Padding along the woods, the dirt slightly dipping with the weight of her wolf body. Trees loomed above her, to the right, and to the left. Slightly wishing she wasn't present here right now but back home, though the thought was a meer star in the galaxy to her right now. They had to focus on the war... Yes the war, everyone is tense, everyone is choosing sides, getting very antsy. Breathing a heavy sigh as she really wanted to go to the park, or even somewhere where there was people and not as many wolves and vamps, Luna still wanted to be normal, yes she loved being a werewolf as it has its perks though being human had its appeal. Regular humans is starting to end, immortal war is starting and the human race is ending slowly and steadily though is still ending. Sighing more heavily, Luna trotted on.

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Ziva Mason
Ziva's tail slowly began to twitch as she relaxed near the large black wolf. Her ears continued swiveling in different directions, working with her nose to place sounds and scents. "To strangers, yes." She knew what he was thinking. No, she would not willingly fight, but if that is what everything came down to, Ziva would not argue. "Mostly to anything or anyone new." Her green eyes squinted at him, still absorbing Tamesis's whole self. "But," she sighed slightly, licking her jowl, "you do not seem to be a threat." Still, her voice was wary. As the wind picked up, a new scent came through, and Ziva's teeth gleamed in a snarl. There was another wolf, somewhere around here.

Dean Frome
Dean parked the old Mercury in a lot a few blocks away from the supermarket. He began strolling down the sidwalk, sidestepping a few people as he went, whistling to himself, keys jangling. His phone vibrated in his pocket to signal a text message; one he ignored. Suddenly he stopped in his tracks and looked over at a girl lying her head against the wall, and waved his hand infront of her face. "You okay, Mizz?" He asked.

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Tamesis Daniel Williams
Tamesis chuckled as she said that he posed no threat, and shook his head. She had no idea, he was a great threat indeed. Although, he wasn't one to attack one of his own kind, not unless they attacked first. He had learnt to forgive the wolf that had bit him, for the man was a lost soul. His head snapped around as he too caught the scent on the air, his fur rising as he bared his canines in a snarl. He tensed his muscles, as his eyes flicked back to the she-wolf, and he moved his footing, sliding back into the shadows so he was nearly invisible.

Morgan Eva Lovett
Morgans eyes flicked open. She had already smelt him from across the street, though she was playing a game she liked to play, where she would picture a person's appearance based on their scent. She hadn't expected to be taken any attention of though. She cocked her head ever so slightly as she looked him up and down. "Who are you?" She asked, her voice silky. The sound of his blood pursed through her ears. He was foolish to get so close.

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(this is only unorganized cause im in a rush :p ) Ziva snarled quietly at the other wolf. she had only said that to calm herself and knew d*mn well that he was dangerous. It only angered her more to know that some one thought of her as foolish and naive which in turn made her hackles begin to rise. But as she listened more for the other wolf, Ziva caught Tamesis's glance and watched him shrink into the woods. "Coward." she snarled quietly knowing he could hear her and began to stalk forward in search. Dean bobbed his head at the girl giving her a strange look. " My name is Dean Frome. I was making sure you were okay. Pardon me for being a gentleman." Dean shook his hands at her and flipped away an annoying piece of hair.

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Tamesis Daniel Williams
Tamesis growled deeply, his green eyes glinting in the darkness. He slunk forwards, waiting for the other wolf to run directly into his path, so he could pin it while using minimal energy. He bared his long sharp canines and hissed as he crouched down into a pounce. His ears were pinned against his skull, his claws flexing and finding the hard spot in the ground so he could get a proper push off.

Morgan Eva Lovett
Morgan tilted her head to one side, her long red hair falling down her neckline. "Gentleman, I thought that race died out years ago" she said, not moving her false blue eyes from him. Simple gentlemancy and manners seemed to have leaked from society. There was a part of her that missed it, missed the formalness of her past life. She looked away from him, a wave of crushing sadness filling her for a second. She had to stop herself from hissing. If she did, it would give her game away. She looked back to the man before her, the man with the pumping blood surging through his veins. It called for her, and yet she found that she didn't want to attck him.