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

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Tamesis Daniel Williams
Tamesis looked up to smile toothily at her, but his head snapped around at the sound of the howl. His face instantly grew serious, and he sprang up to his feet. "That was Luna" he said, pawing the ground with his sharp nails. The howl sounded desperate, it was a cry for help. He looked over his shoulder at Ziva, his muscles tensed, and a small growl erupting from his chest instinctively. He was over-proctective, almost to the point of doing stupid things to save the lives of others.

Morgan Eva Lovett
Morgan shuddered, and then froze as the scent of a shifter wafted over her. She spun around, to see nothing. Her eyes did catch on a large bird barely visible in the darkness, as she hissed instinctively. Shifting into a fighting stance, her black eyes narrowed at the bird, almost daring it to attack. Now really wasn't the best time, especially with all the wolves about, but if this shifter wanted a fight, then oh boy was he going to get one.

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Ziva Mason
Ziva's ears pricked, and her eyes widdened. Something was seriously wrong with Luna, the howl was desperate and cut short by something. It took everything she had to not howl and give away their position. Ziva leapt up, "We have to go help her!" Her claws dug into the dirt, tail raised in anxiety, a whimper slipping from her lips. The she-wolf must have gotten too close.

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Tamesis Daniel Williams
Tamesis nodded, and then turned his head away from her, his growl growing louder. the fur on his back rose, and he sprang down the slope, sprinting towards where the howl had come from. Checking quickly over his shoulder for Ziva, he sprinted as silently as he could.

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Ziva Mason
Ziva took a couple of limping steps after Tamesis before springing down the slope. She landed on rock by rock carefully making her way down. Ziva began to pump her legs quicker to keep up with the larger black wolf. Her large paws were silent against the damper ground down by the forest. Nose in the air, Ziva searched for the scent of the other she-wolf.

[ฬเℓ∂ ȺŦ Ħεลɤŧ]

Luna Rahal
Luna couldn't risk howling out again. Blood was choking her. She was gagging on her own blood that escaped from her lungs. Luna's vision turned red. Hovering on the edge of blackness, something was coming closer. Smell wasn't an option, blood clogged her nose, cutting of oxygen. Luna didn't need smell to know it was the other wolves. Wimpering lowly it was almost a whisper, impossible to detect by the humans. Gagging once more blood was slowly suffocating her. Luna tried to let out another wimper, though it deemed impossible. She was cast out in unconciousness. The pitch black seemed to go on forever. Though no pain could reach her there. Luna just hoped they heard her wimper certinaly they'd smell her, she smelled like blood.

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Ziva Mason
The scent of blood reached Ziva's nose and made her stomach lurch. Her lips curled up around her teeth as she darted forward, following the scent. Ziva looked behind for Tamesis, to make sure he would follow, and continued on her search. Finally, breaking through some brush, Ziva saw the large lump of brown, camoflauged in the dark. "Tamesis!" Her bark was very quiet, knowing the humans were near. "Take her to safety, I will take care of the humans." Her face had become dark with malace. They had messed with her little world, and now, she was after revenge. Fur bristled, Ziva took off like nothing ever seen before, and as she ran, circled away from the others and howled to deter them. The howl ripped through the sky and seemed as though it would pierce the moon. Her large grey body rippled with the movement of raw muscle, and pure power. Once the humans were close enough, Ziva appeared out of the dark, and snarled, saliva spewing angrily from her jaws. She truely looked like a creature straight out of a horror film. The humans shook in fright, some, she could tell by their faces, contemplating whether or not to run. Before they could decide, Ziva was ontop of three of the men, her mighty jowl ripping into flesh and bone, flinging useless humans in every which direction. Large sticks of fire were thrown at her near seven foot form, but she did not feel the pain. All she could feel at that very moment was each ounce of blood that was shed as she took away the lives of townspeople who had messed with her 'family'. Ziva knew that some of the men were as tall as her, but none as strong. Even as they threw their pitchforks at her, wounding her further, rage continued to block any pain that should have been felt. Even when the last of the bloodshed was over, Ziva still snarled nastily, her body shaking, and slowly coming back, began to feel the pain of many gunshot wounds, and pitchfork stabs. Fire still lay on the forest floor as did some of the scorched fur that had been lost from her body in the fight.

[~Forbidden Truth~]

Matt narrowed his dark, almost obsidian black eyes at Morgan. He could tell she was a werewolf just by the scent that clung to her. If she wants a fight, then fine, he thought, shifting into a wolf. He tensed instinctively, coiled up as his eyes narrowed at her. There was a moment of pause before he lunged at Morgan, claws outstretched.

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((OOC: Morgan is a vampire.))

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Tamesis Daniel Williams
He nodded seriously at Ziva's plan, and muttered a quick "take care" before pushing through the bushes. Skidding to a stop next to Luna, he prodded her with his nose, checking to see if she was still breathing. He bit down on the excess skin on her neck, hoisting her into the air so he could quickly slip underneith her. Lifting her up with all his strength, he barked at Ziva, and nodded back towards the plateau. He started to jog back, his muscles straining under her wieght. He could feel her blood dripping down onto his fur, and the very thought of it made him angry.

Morgan Eva Lovett
Morgan bared her fangs, a venomous hiss erupting from her. She twirled out of the way, dodging the attack with aparrent ease. Her recent meal fueling her, she grabbed at the wolf's fur, swinging the wolf with it back down the alley. "Don't make me hurt you shifter" she said, her voice dripping with venom. Even now, she was stunningly beautiful. Her red hair seemed to glow in the moonlight, her smooth soft features emotionless. Her ink black eyes were narrowed at the shifter who had attcked her, and she hissed once more.

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Ziva Mason
Ziva had heard Tamesis's bark, but was too involved in everything to call back. Even now, as she prowled the motionless bodies, Ziva did not call back. Her new wounds now hurt, but she would take care of them all later. She breathed in heavy spurts, and before running back, made her presense known. Ziva stood straight and tall, lifted her jowl to the moon and howled her words of resentment and bloody victory. Once her chorus came to a close, she began to lope towards the plateau where she knew that Tamesis was heading, if he werent already there. To check on him, she barked out, "Do you need help?" Reflecting on what had just happened, Ziva realized that she was lucky to be able to speak those words. If they had really though about it, the citizens could have killed her with the seven deadly blows to her heart.