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Post by Faralishus on Jan 26, 2006 19:43:48 GMT -5
When Markel had gone into battle, Setana blacked out. She woke, on her side, lying on the ground. Her body was covered in blood, much of it her own. Though few wounds remained as she healed wuickly. She pulled herself into a small ball and began to lick the blood off her arm. Her yellow eyes darted between looking at the panting poeple around her, to her quivering body.
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Post by Judas on Jan 26, 2006 19:46:15 GMT -5
Markel leaned against her brother, and Akishta sat on the ground still panting. Mythen looked down at the were-woman and sighed. "If you want to clean more thoroughly, there is a creek down after that hill." Said Mythen, pointing to a low hill, covered in emerald grass.
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Post by Faralishus on Jan 26, 2006 19:50:54 GMT -5
She was dragging her tongue across her arm when he spoke, and she stopped not even putting her tongue in her mouth while he spoke. She slunk away to the creek, feeling ashamed. How would the others feel about this? Despite her short and infrequint visits, Setana had a pack position to keep, almost all werewolves did. She pulled off her bloody clothes and stepped into the creek. It was reletively shallow, though it got about shoulder deep in the middle. She waded in, then let herself go under water. The rushing sounds of the creek filled her head, and presure built, but she stayed under and opened her eyes. It was a rocky bottom, though the stones were smooth. She went to the bottom and lay agaisnt the cold stones.
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Post by Judas on Jan 26, 2006 19:53:07 GMT -5
Markel glanced at Akishta, who was turning her head in search of something. Markel knew what she was looking for, Mythen. Markel put a hand on Akishta's shoulder and smiled. "He dissapears entirely sometimes, he needs rest, he'll be back tonight I'm sure." Said Markel silently, looking off into the trees.
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Post by Faralishus on Jan 26, 2006 19:58:31 GMT -5
She stayed under the surface until her lungs could take it no longer. She stood, and rubbed away any remaining blood on her body. Stepping onto the bank, she grabed her blood covered clothes and dunked them in the water. Even though the water was cold, it didn't bother her. As she pulled her dripping clothes out of the creek, Setana could feel a tingle on her naked skin. She wanted to dive back into the creek, and stay in its icy embrace forever. But she couldn't, tonight was the full moon.
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Post by Judas on Jan 26, 2006 20:05:07 GMT -5
Markel yawned, her breathing was easier now and she wanted to take a dip in the creek. She had to wait for Setana however, so she leaned against a tree and kept an eye on Akishta. "When do you think your father and mother will come looking for you?" Asked Markel, with one eye open. "Very soon, I wouldn't be surprised if those men were attacking Setana because they think she kidnapped me or something." Was Akishta's dozy reply.
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Post by Faralishus on Jan 26, 2006 20:09:17 GMT -5
Clothes forgotten and ignored in a heep beside her, Setana clutched her head. She was biting her lip, as her body burned. She howled out, as the sun's last rays sank away. Her body fell to the ground, twitching and rything. The full moon shone bright through the clouds. Her body issued cracking sounds, as her bones snapped and reformed. Reddish-gold fur seemed to grow across her body.
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Post by Judas on Jan 26, 2006 20:12:29 GMT -5
Markel leapt to her feet when she heard the cry of an apparent werewolf howl. Akishta jumped and ran behind Markel, who grabbed her by the hand and ran for it. "Full Moon. She will kill us!" Markel said, "Mythen!" She began to scream for her brother. Akishta just ran beside her as fast as she could, trying to keep up. Mythen was suddenly running beside them as if from nowhere, "Full Moon I'm supposing?" He said, not in the least bit frightened. "Yeah, time to hide." Said Markel. Mythen knew the woods like the back of his hand, he lead Markel and Akishta to a cave hidden deep within the trees, he kept them in there and it was surprisingly warm.
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Post by Faralishus on Jan 26, 2006 20:15:30 GMT -5
The human scent was strong. The werewolf that was Setana raised herself from the ground, now lean sleek and powerful. Her reddish-gold hair was slightly long and stirred in the wind. She howled out a hunting call. She ran on all fours after the scent, tail held high and her even more yellow eyes keen with excitment.
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Post by Judas on Jan 27, 2006 22:45:38 GMT -5
Markel looked at her brother, who was leaning against the wall, in the shade out of the moonlight. "Will she find us?" Asked Akishta in a nearly silent whisper. Mythen looked at Akishta, then to Markel. "To tell you the truth, I'm not 100% sure, but I know even if she can, it will take her nearly all night. You're safe." Mythen smiled and sat next to the shivering girl, Akishta, and put a hand on her head. Markel just smiled.
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Post by Faralishus on Jan 27, 2006 23:23:47 GMT -5
Her prey's scent seemed to split up, spread everywhere. She growled angirly, sorccery. Her slow wolf mind slowly worked on the problem. She howled out in defiance and anger. Was their a vampire here, tricking her from her prey? She stayed their for twenty minutes, sniffing and tasting the air. She soon deciferd scent, and fake ones. She followed it quietly, and slowly as it was hard to scent. Drool dripped from her maw, it would be one of the sweetest kills.
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Post by Judas on Jan 28, 2006 1:21:24 GMT -5
Markel looked at her brother and stood in front of him. "She is coming nearer, Mythen if she finds us... you can protect us cant you?" Markel's voice was now more frightened then ever her brother had heard. "Dear Markel, if she finds us... I will fight her until the sun arises and no longer she will be able to hurt you, I cannot die, remember?" Mythen was right, he placed a hand on her sister's shoulder and sighed. Markel seemed satisfied, and Akishta was fast asleep.
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Post by Faralishus on Jan 28, 2006 1:26:29 GMT -5
Closer, quiter, slower. She was nearly lying on the ground, slither towards her prey. The fould stench of the vampire was something that helped draw her to the humans'. A small trial of drool followed her. Her curse pulsed through her blood, and seemed stronger with the moon hanging freely in the sky. She stopped, they were close.
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Post by Judas on Jan 28, 2006 1:28:21 GMT -5
Mythen stood now, Markel looked at him knowingly. "'Wolf is near." Was all her brother said, and with this.. he tred towards the entrance to the cave, hidden in the shadows. Markel lifted Akishta gently as to not awaken her, she placed her in a deeper part of the cave and they sat, waiting.
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Post by Faralishus on Jan 28, 2006 1:30:35 GMT -5
The gold coloring in her fur stood silver in the light of the moon. The werewolf slwoly stood to her hind legs, crouching. She was ready to spring at the vampire approaching her. Her first cause to help further the battle. She trembled with anitcipation, and drool dripped from her maw in hunger.
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