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

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Tamesis Daniel Williams
Tamesis followed her, and then leaned against a tree not too far from where her house was. Even from there he could feel the heat of the fire on his fur, and he shifted uneasily. He should go in there with her, check if she was alright and safe. He growled softly, looking out to the burning house.

Morgan Eva Lovett
Shoulders heaving, she glared at the wolf. She turned away after a few seconds, checking that he wouldn't attack when her back was turned. Facing the wall, she snarled before punching the wall. Frustration mixed with anger and sorrow seemed to be released as a dull pain move through her now dusty knuckles. The brick had crumbled under the force, although she didn't care.

[~Forbidden Truth~]

Matt whimpered at the sound of the bricks crumbling. He tensed, wondering if Morgan was going to attack him. He knew she was probably faster than him, so the only escape he could think of was to transform into his falcon form and fly away, hoping that she couldn't go after him there. He prepared to take off, but didn't actually do so, staying there in case Morgan didn't attack him, though he thought that was unlikely.

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Morgan Eva Lovett
She turned back around and leaned against the wall, her head tilted backwards, exposing her neck. "People are so...prejudice" she said softly, her eyes closed. "I don't want to be what I am, I don't want to hurt and kill people. It's in my nature now, I'm a hunter. Their blood calls to me, the instinct takes over and I can't control what I do after I get too close." She sighed, and then tilted her head sideways so she could look at the wolf, her eyes slightly wet, but soft.

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Ziva Mason
Ziva fought through the ever prominent flames of her perishing home. She felt her fur singeing in the heat and flame. Her belly seemed to pin to the ground as she crawled, sneezing and coughing, her eyes beginning to burn. It would be only a few more feet until she got where she needed to be. Bursting through her bedroom, Ziva was up on all fours and dug through her closet, grabbing a small duffel bag, and nosing under her matress for another small bag. By now her body was weak with the flames and fumes that engulfed her and she was getting dizzy. Clean air would help, and it was only a few measured feet away. Her bedroom door was blocked in an orange flaming wall, forcing Ziva to launch out of her open window and land with a light thud. Bag strings in her mouth, she coughed, not letting them go, and scrambled as quickly as she could from her sanctuary, taking a quick glance back and whimpering at what was now gone. When she got a good distance away, only a few hundred yards from Tamesis, Ziva bedded down, and curled up in a tight ball. Her skin ached, and she knew that the second encounter of fire was not something that had helped. The rims of her light green eyes were pink in her singed silver fur, clumps of hair just waiting to fall out.

[~Forbidden Truth~]

"That's kind of the way it is with me, too," Matt murmured, relaxing a little. "Everybody always assumes I'm going to either hurt or kill them because I'm a shapeshifter." He sighed heavily, his ears flat against his head. "Even my own parents thought that..." he whispered, barely audible even to vampire ears.

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Tamesis padded over to Ziva and gave her a gentle prod in her waist with his muzzle. "Ziva, I need to get the both of you to safety, or a hospital at least" he said softly, his eyes meeting hers. He knew that she was in pain, but he couldn't risk them being found by humans. Safety came first, then, maybe another time, revenge could and would be in store. He siged inwardly, feeling helpless as there was nothing he could do to help her.

Morgan watched the shifter with a slight interest. "I never knew my parents, I grew up in an orphanage in Perth" she said softly, memories of dark, dank corridors and jeering children. Her face was blank, her mind lost in memory. "At least you don't have to hurt people" she muttered, thinking horribly of the man she had killed earlier.

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Ziva Mason
"You dont need to do anything." Ziva snarled at him, her eyes flashing as she heaved herself off and slowly began to walk. "I know how to take care of myself, and have been doing so for centuries." Her ugly side was finally bearing its head. She was independent and felt as though others thought she were a weak, small little fragile girl who needed protecting. Ziva spun around to face him. "Take her to a hospital." Her snarling was dying out and soon enough she ended with a small mumble of, "Ill be there later." Though she knew that she needed medical help, her first priority was to find a safe place to stash her belongings, and get her wounds cleaned up herself.

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Tamesis narrowed his eyes for a split second at her reply, but then his face returned to normal. He turned on his tail, and looked over his shoulder. "Fine, take your time. You can follow my scent back to my place where you can stay there if you wish. There's a first aid kit under the kitchen sink" he said before slinking into the shadows. Paws padding on the forest, he ram back to his house, jumping over the fence easily. Slipping Luna off his back, he shifted. Slipping inside the house, he charged upstairs and grabbed some clothes. Two minutes later, he was outside again, kneeling beside Luna where a problem occurred for him. How could he take her to a hospital like this?

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Ziva Mason
Ziva let out a 'harumph' as she sighed, watching as Tamesis slipped into the shadows. Picking her packs up in her large jowl, Ziva began to saunter slowly towards the end of the scent. The early dawn was bright, and Ziva knew that she was able to shift back now if she wanted, but decided to wait. Leaping over the fence of Tamesis's yard, Ziva caught sight of Tamesis in human form. She cocked her head to the side before running into a shadow to shift back and change. Coming out, Ziva looked towards the large she-wolf, and Tamesis. Lucky for her, her own shirt was beginning to soak up blood. Great.

[~Forbidden Truth~]

"Well, I never really knew my real parents, either," Matt murmured quietly. He didn't want anyone else to overhear the conversation. "I was only a few years old when they died, so I got sent to an orphanage." He sighed, looking down sadly. "This couple adopted me, and I thought they were nice at first, but then..." His voice trailed off, and he shook his head. Matt would rather not tell that part of the story.