Lycan Woods

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Drearily, the reddening leaves floated off of the trees in the woods, indicating the coming of autumn. Since summer had only just ended, the grass was still green and there were very few leaves to possibly play in.

As Autumn crouched, patiently waiting, one of the leaves danced down to land on her nose. Adjusting her icy eyes, she gave it an annoyed look before focusing again on the young buck ahead of her. Her chances of catching it were okay, although she could really use a pack member to help her take down prey. Her small body was built for speed. She could feel the northern breeze and she was crouched to the south of the beast so it could not pick up on her scent. Suddenly the deer perked up, its head held up and Autumn knew it was about to take off.

She took flight, her paws slamming against the ground which the deer instantly sensed and started leaping through the undergrowth. She started gaining on it until she was almost right beside it and then, teeth bared, she threw herself onto it, using all the muscles in her back end to shove the animal off balance. It worked and the deer collapsed under her power and she bit at it's neck in a lethal fashion and then she paused, panting. She listened. Could that be someone approaching? They had better not take her prey... She was prepared to fight for her meal.

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After a few moments, Autumn decided that the footfalls had only been her imagination. She listened closely as she rested and debated how she was going to get this deer back to her home. She circled it many times and ate some of it right away. She finally concluded she was going to have to try her best to drag it... Maybe if she gnawed off the useless parts, like the legs and head. She figured this was the best way to go about it, besides, it wasn't like she had anything else to do.

[Zoey Carlile]

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Those were the only words that Zoey could mutter at the time, which weren't productive. Especially when Zoey knew it was all her fault she got into this;here she was, a fifteen year old who acted like a slut when in reality she was as pure as any virgin got;Sam outta be proud, Zoey humorously thought,I'm fifteen and still haven't lost it! And let's just say, she began to mess with the wrong people;hunters clearly knew how to track and wound their prey, and Zoey wished she had been wiser then to go around playing with the big boys. Pressing a hand to her mouth to quiet her self, Zoey listened for any indication oh their whereabouts-it wasn't like Zoey was afraid of humans, because she knew she was stronger then them, but it was more so that she was lost;she didn't know where she was exactly, and what path she should take back home, and these humans knew this section of the woods-they had the upper hand.

Legs shaking, Zoey scolded herself for being a little vlut and bit down on her lip, slowly walking out from behind the tree to give a quick whiff of the air;they were close, but if I just stayed out of view, then perhaps-Without a second thought, Zoey got on to her knees and shifted skins-fur replaced her human skin and she was a wolf in seconds. Lowering herself to the ground, Zoey kept herself aware of their presence as she crawled forward, in between bushes and trees. She refused to be caught, but the forest had other plans for her-her paw was struck with a thick thorn and the female stopped her let out a small whine as she lifted that paw to lick away the thorn when she found herself completely dumbfounded and upset with herself-she was caught. One of the males stopped to make it known that they weren't alone, and pointed out that it was a wolf with a nice "coat";she shook now.

She didn't know what to do! It wasn't like she was caught doing things often-Hell, Sam didn't even know what Zoey was up to half the time. Bolting to her paws, Zoey lifted her tails and bared her fangs, hoping that they'd scurry away in sudden fear;they didn't. Instead, the humans laughed and shot her;yes, a bold man who had carried a gun shot her. It happened in seconds and it reminded her of having been hit by a car as a child;she was oblivious until the pain hit her. This time, Zoey felt her wolf eyes widen in horror at the all-too familiar sound-it was a click and then a boom;a thunder clap, in some ways. And then she flew backwards from the sudden impact, letting out a human scream which startled the humans.

Without meaning to, Zoey shifted back, trading her wolf skin for her human one, and let out another scream, this time louder and filled with anger and pain. "You stupid fuck!" The girl screeched, holding a hand to her chest where the bullet hit-she was glad it hadn't hit her heart and that they had missed, but was upset at the fact that she hadn't seen this coming-upset that she got shot! The humans, all equally freaked out, muttered things from "What the fuck?" to "Ah hell nah!". With blood pooling down her body, thick and warm, anger, pure hatred, settled in and she lunged. They all scattered but one, who was frozen in shock. Both human and wolf-girl fell back and she slammed her hands at his face, punching and scratching at his face as he struggled, hitting her where he knew it'd hurt-it wasn't just her bullet wound that he was fitting and it was more so that he was touching her there that set her off. Smacking his hands down, Zoey tilted her head to the side and quickly lunged at the tender skin of his neck;she began to attack his throat, tearing skin and drinking the copper tasting liquid but paused as a thought wandered into her mind:was this how vampires did it?  Brushing it way, she went back to tearing his throat open.  Zoey waited until he stopped twitching till she went limp on top of the human, all bloody, tired and weak.

Not bothering to swipe away the blood that stained her lips and chin red, Zoey winced as her chest began to throb and she reached under herself to touch the wound, smiling slightly-in a way, she was glad of having felt this;the pain. It gave her something to worry about, to think about, instead of being empty and hollow feeling;it was almost pleasurable. Sighing, Zoey moved her head and buried it into the human's shoulder, breathing in the stench of copper and his faint cologne, wondering how she got this way.

[Samantha Deadwood]

Samantha didn't waste anytime as she had miscalculate and ran towards the waterfalls she had began to pounder and her nose hit the ground. Sniffing continually she heard a faint scream once again, masculine. She snarled darkly she leapt off the rock she was on to pursue what dared harm her daughter. Running through the rough terrain that was heavily intoxicated by the thick snow she rushed forward. Her body moving in quick bursts as she had skidded to a halt. Turning her leathery nose upwards she began to smell, humans. She sniffed again, Zoey... Blood... Taking in a big whiff she growled under her breath, guns. Hunters were in the territory and they were after her baby. Not good.

The large she-wolf barreled out of the forest as she continued downwards. Following Zoey's scent and that's when she had noticed that a hunter had wondered away when they scattered, startled by Zoey. The she-wolf growled from behind him and watched as he began to fiddle with the gun. Trying to protect himself with that little toy. She smirked and leapt forward just as he was trying to get a bullet in the hole. She crushed him against the ground and gripped against his shoulder, hunters should not be in this land. They simply had to pay the consequences. She paused as she heard a cracking of twigs, damn it, how many did Zoey bring out here. She continued to rip into the male's shoulder before she heard the click as a bullet was getting ready to fire. She jumped off the male and ran forward bang was all the heard but felt the bullet graze the top of her shoulder. Not impacting her, snarling she rushed forward seeking revenge for these humans that decided to mess with her family.

She gripped her teeth into the man's gun as he tried to hit her with it. She shook and as she got it loose from his hands she tossed it far off and locked her gaze back to the male who fired the bullet. Hearing the moans of the other she snuffed then rushed after the man who had thought it would be wise to outrun her. Silly human. Rushing forward she nipped at his heels as and then gripped against his leg instantly sending him face first into the snow. Pulling him against the ground she watched as he tried to grab into trees along the way but it was either keep his hold on the tree or his leg getting ripped out of it's socket. The wolf was controlling her and what it wanted was blood. They threatened her and her family, so they had to die. She quickly got rid them blood coated her as well as the ground as she licked her chops the taste of blood actually tasting good towards her.

Time to find Zoey which wasn't too hard she found her human form laying on top of a human and she whimpered. Quickly rushing over towards her she licked against his cheek and whined once again, "Zoey? Zoey? You're gonna be okay. I'm bringing you back to the territory. Keep your eyes open baby." She cooed and then began to move under her to get the young teenager against her back.

[Zoey Carlile]

((Um. Ye.))
She felt weak. Literally. She knew being a werewolf meant her wounds would heal. But hers were slowly healing. She was still bleeding. She'd bleed dry before anyone help would come;if any help comes. She doubted anyone had seen her wandering about;doubted that anyone heard her screaming. Sniffling, she felt incredibly tired.  Sickly, even.  She shook but the very movement hurt. If she was going to die there, then she'd go out staring at the sky. She wanted to see the sky. But as she attempted to push herself up, there was a sound. She growled. Someone was coming. Coming to finish me off? She wasn't sure. But she wasn't about to sit there and wait for them. Yet she was, actually. What did she have to live for, anyway? Sam had her own life. She didn't need some brat. She didn't need Zoey. Blood clogged her breathing as she tried to sniff the air. All she could smell was blood. Human and her own.

But it didn't matter, she told herself. If the hunters had back up coming, then let them put her down. The world would be better without her in it;literally. After all, she was the reason human's were being found stabbed. She stabbed them. Because, well, she felt like doing so. She just couldn't control herself-she wanted to feel something, and hurting others rather then herself seemed fine. She sighed and stuck out her tongue to lick some of the blood from her lips;her wolf howled for more and she smiled. "Shhh, shhhh~" she murmured to it, and that's when Sam was there. Sam's soft tongue ran along Zoey's cheek. No! No, Sam, don't! She wanted to cry out as Sam went under her;she was lifted on to her back, and clung to the female wolf.

Just leave me, idiot! Her chest throbbed. It was healing. But slowly. Too slowly, for Zoey's liking. She gave a small cry which laced with a whimper. Brown hair fell around her face as her brows furrowed. She was glad her hair fell like curtains around her-if it was the territory Zoey was being taken to, she didn't want anyone to see her face. Because then they'd see it-they'd see her demons and how it was all her fault;she drew the hunters out here. She put herself in danger, put Sammy in danger, yet there was no quilt in her.  "What if I don't wanna leave my eyes open?" She replied. Even now, she'd give Sammy a bad time.

[Angeli Wolfencross]

She had helped, maybe unnoticeably so to the blood driven huntress, but she had. She arrived a couple of strides after the onyx mother, distracting the hunters while keeping out of the females range. She had crept close to the girl lying on the ground, but feared doing anything that might anger the gold-eyed one. She had watched, whimpering and whining softly at the girl from afar, trying to judge age, injury , and other small details from where she was, trying to get a response from ...Zoey. But shed been too far for the girl to hear her quiet calls, too broken herself to approach the blood that marred the ground and girl. 

   She wanted to help the child, but feared causing the teen looking girl mote pain than she seemed to be in. She crept closer though, speaking up once the alpha males claimed wolf approached, attempting and succeeding in gathering the child.

 She whinned at them, trying to get the gold eyed ones attention.  In a second, her thoughts sparked into action by both Sam's words and Zoey's.

  "I'll alert them." She barked out sharply, as near as she could bark anyways, being a wolf. She sprinted off only to turn and aim her next words at the girl." Open. You will not die on us" her voice was commanding,  serious, leaving no room for discussion as she ran off, unaware she'd said us at the end.

A few strides off, she stopped for a half second and sent out a warning howl, it was loaud and clear, a bit desperate and laced with urgency. A cry for help. Specifically, healing help to be ready. She raced of again, then her legs went stiff a few meters off as she lifted her muzzle to howl again. She much closer with every stride than normal wolves would have, her powerful legs propelling forward with a great amount of force, combined with her lithe and agile frame, it made for quick traveling. She struggled to control her breathing as she raced through the forest, her legs shaking a bit near the end of her travels. It had been pushing her limits , but she had felt a strong need to help the two she-wolf, who by scent had not seemed to be related by blood.

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