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

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Ziva Mason
Ziva's large paws patted the ground, leaving light marks as she went, and soon stood, still as she could be, K9s sparkling in the little bit of light that filtered through the canopies. Her thick coat seemed to vibrate with rage and tensed muscles. Slowly, Ziva crouched down, setting her weight onto her muscular hind end, waiting for the slightest moment to pounce. Her precise form, and quivering body made her look like something sent from heaven though she more though it was a curse from h*ll.

Dean Frome
Dean chuckled quietly at the girl's comment. "No," he began, taking in a breath and looking up at the sky before turning his gaze back to her, "some parents still like to raise proper boys." He shrugged, then inquired the same question that she had. "And what, may I ask is your name?" Dean raised his eyebrows attempting to look a little more pleasant just incase she was a skiddish person. But something about her struck him wrong. There was something different, but he could not put his finger on it.And I wont worry about it he told himself.

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Tamesis Daniel Williams
Tamesis watched her from behind as she crouched. He creaped forwards, sticking to the shadows as they gave him the advantage of surprise for those who didn't look properly. He was soon adjacent to her on the other side of a large tree, crouching in its shadow, and, out of the corner of his mouth, he said softly "so Ziva, what brings you to this town?" His british accent was thick in his speech, though it was unrecognisable to him. Her accent, however, was different, a foreign tongue was always new to his ears. He turned his head slightly so he could meet her eye.

Morgan Eva Lovett
"Morgan. Morgan Lovett" she said. She would have smiled at his last comment, but, as always, she found that she couldn't. Years of lack of use, her smiling muscles seemed to have deteriorated. She didn't care though. She didn't want to smile, for it meant nothing to her. She clenched her jaw for a second, and looked away as her contact lenses moved again. "Urgh" she muttered, looking away from him and covering her eyes as she blinked repeatedly. She looked back up at him, her black eyes covered again. The stupid things had cost her a fortune, and they had caused nothing but irritation.

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Luna Rahal
Luna caught scent of wolves. Stopping, it was to her left. Not wolves obviously werewolves. Not wanting to barge she turned right and trotted back around. As much as she wanted to know meet more of her own kind, curisosity ebbing at her head, Luna sort of wanted to be alone to think. The wind changed direction and lightly swept back to the left where she caught scent of the werewolves. What with there acute senses they could have smelled her. Not wanting to get involved Luna picked up the pace.

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Tamesis Daniel Williams
Tamesis snarled as he caught the scent fading away on the air. He started to run, his body perfectly balanced as he sped through the forest. The scent grew stronger as he grew closer. His black fur made his image dart in and out of the shadows. Soon enough, he was running a few meters along side her to her left. His paws padded silently on the ground, and then he turned and flew at the other wolf. His paws met the she-wolf's side, pushing it over in mid-stride. He skidded to a halt, standing over her, his ears pinned back as he snarled viciously.

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Ziva Mason
Ziva's ears were pinned back, but she managed a small smile at the wolf's accent and question. "Hmm," she started, "Ive always lived here, and now I live in the woods, in a cabin, away from humans." She snarled the last word as if it tasted bad in her mouth. Suddenly, her whole entire body pricked up as the scent began to fade away, and she knew the werewolf was retreating. Taking off after the huge black male wolf. Ziva dashed through the trees, avoiding them with the greatest of agility. She came up on the right of the other she-wolf and dodged when Tamesis leapt on her then spun and stalked a circle around her, snarling, ears pinned and eyes flatt like ice. "Who are you?" She snapped, her hackles raised.

Dean Frome
Dean nodded to the girl, "Its nice to meet you Morgan Lovett." He watched her grunt and mess with something as she looked away. His eyes roamed over her attempting to find what exactly it was about her that had him on edge. "So, do you live here, or are you just visiting?" He inquired. Dean did not want to get in her space just because of the uneasy feeling he had about her, so instead he leaned up against a wall a few feet away.

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Luna Rahal
Luna pinned her hears back, her hackles standing on end. She didn't repeat back fast enough unfortunatly.Being circled Luna slightly curled her lip, teeth slightly bared. When a she-wolf came upon her she bared her teeth fully. Luna pinned her ears all the way back, eyes dotting between the two werewolves. When the she-wolf asked her name, her hackles slightly lowered, Luna was less tense.
"I am Luna, and if you don't mind i'll be leaving." No matter how rude it was or how weak she seemed to them now, she forced her hackles back down all the way and pricked her ears, lips covering the sharp, ivory teeth fully. Bowing her head Luna forced out something polite, hovefully sounding genuine and not as fake. "I do wish to be left alone." Standing tall she watched them.

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Ziva Mason
Ziva continued to eye the she-wolf in a fierce, and territorial eye. Her hackles, unlike the other she-wolf's, were raised almost as high as they would go, and her strong hind legs seemed to quiver just wanting to attack something. Stress was something that was evident on her in every way. She chuckled menacingly, Ziva liked to keep possible enemies informed that she was not a cute puppy, and would attack. "Thats a way to get killed for sure." She snorted.



((OOC: btw i forgot to answer your question. the wolves usually strip clear of their clothes and run into the woods before shifting, but if they cant then they tear off as they shift))

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Tamesis Daniel Williams
Sensing Ziva arrive beside him, he glared down at the other wolf. His ear flicked as she said that she meant no harm, although it just bothered him. "This isn't a world for peace anymore" he snapped, the sound of his teeth crashing together echoing through the trees. "A war is about to start, and you want peace?" He shook his head as if to rid himself of that absurd idea. "Backing away from a fight" he muttered, still shaking his head, although rather sadly now. "I never though cowardness would leak into werewolf blood".

Morgan Eva Lovett
Looking back up at him, she said "I'm a travellor" simply. She had learnt to cover her australian accent, however everynow and then, it would slip into her flow of speech, like it did just then. "I moved here last year" she said. "And yourself?" She thanked him inwardly for stepping backwards, as his scent was less strong from there. It relaxed her, and she untensed her muscles, though her eyes still remained sharp and vigilant.

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Ziva glanced at Tamesis and shook her large head, with a sharp bark to express her disapproval of the other she-wolf. "You have no idea the severity of this war, do you?" Ziva jumped into her face,snarling and becoming impatient with how naive this wolf was. "You are sentencing yourself to death plus you are putting a bad name on us." ********Dean saw the girl relax, suspicion rising inside him. "Well than welcome to this crazy town. Get out while you can." he joked, attempting to lighten the mood. Dean breathed in and replied to her question. "I have basically lived here my whole life. Just moved out of my parents house." He informed her*********(sorry again i was in a rush)

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Tamesis Daniel Williams
Tamesis growled his approval of Ziva's words, and then stepped backwards, his dark green eyes glinting maliciously. His canines were bared in a snarl, and he crouched. "She-wolf, Luna, are you not aware of our predicament?" He said sharply. The world had changed, and this poor she-wolf seemingly hadn't adjusted. He shook his head in anger, his ink black fur rustling in the silence.

Morgan Eva Williams
Her eyes seemed to flash, as she snorted softly. "Crazy, chaos. I live off the stuff." Her eyes seemed firey, alive at the very thought of disruption. "Oh, how old are you then?" She asked, one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows raising in question. She contact lense moved again, and she looked away from him as she blinked repeatedly. "Sorry, contact lenses" she muttered, rubbing her eyes.

{{I have this exact problem with my own contacts. *Sigh*}}