[centre][color=00a651][i][h3]Connor[/h3][/i][/color]

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Location: forest
Interacting with:[@BeautifulSnow] Vanessa[/centre]

Connor tilted his head at the howl, but stayed where he was, crouched by his truck. He watched Vanessa's progress over the shore, quivering slightly as his senses still seemed full of that blood, so fresh. But the thought of doing what had been done to his father, to him was repulsive, and that seemed to overwhelm the urge to turn back around. He gave a whine as Vanessa approached, shifting back from her. How did animal manage to communicate without words? It seemed  hopelesslly complicated. He lay his head on his paws, and gave a huff. 

Vanessa's words were not a comfort to Connor, whose whole world seemed upside down. His mind was still trying to figure out how it was possible to do this, without being horribly mutated, and he dreaded the change back to human. .It wasn't s much scary as it was frustrating, not being able to figure out how. It was like he had come to a wall he couldn't climb. It seemed he didn't have a choice as Vanessa started to run. Buddy? That made it seem like he was someones dog, and he growled. Before he knew it, he was running, paws thundering on the ground. He ran smoothly, He could see that he was closing in on her, and suddenly it wasn't about running, but rather the chase. But what was the goal? Was it Vanessa herself, or was it simply winning? Winning what? Again before he knew what he was doing, he pounced. 

Not putting much force into it, not wanting to hurt Vanessa, he still hit her like a puppy pouncing on a sibling, learning to play. He growled, but it was more for the feel of it then anything else. Without thinking, he licked her snout, before rolling away. 

[b]"[color=8dc73f]I'm not scared. Merely trying to process how this is possible. No creature has the ability to show distort their shape. Perhaps I stumbled onto some hallucinogenic plants and this is all a wild vision"[/color]"[/b] Yet Connor knew it wasn't, yet going through such things, logically, helped him. 

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[centre][color=bc8dbf][i][h3]Cassandra[/h3][/i][/color]

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Location: camp grounds
Interacting with:[@Maria 127][@BlackPanther]
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It was perhaps Cassandra's strength of will, or perhaps it was the simple fact that she didn't want to be helpless again, listening to her fathers noises of pain and his sobs as he realised her mother was dead only t his time it was listening to her friends suffering, and she  pushed aside the blackness, and suffered through the pain, struggling up again, swaying. Unable to make herself look into the tent, not wanting to see if the girls were dead or managled, not quite strong enough, she left the opening she had made, and stumbled to Gage and Aron. She fell more then sank to the ground. 

[color=f6989d]"You're in shock"[/color] she said to Gage, Cassandra's voice sounded far away even to her. [color=f6989d]"Blankets"[/color] She murmured, once more wishing they had managed to light a fire. "I can't help get him in, Gage, and neither can you." She looked to the officer, and said in a voice that wavered, [color=f6989d]"There's some blankets in the RV, can you get them? And maybe see if you can get warm water?"[/color] the feel of the warm blood flowing down her arm and god knows where else made her sick, and not caring she pulled off the tattered remains of her shirt and pressed it against her arm, weakly. [color=f6989d]"And there are others in the forest, someone said they were coming up here too. I hope she's okay"[/color] now it seemed she was just talking to keep herself awake, not knowing she had lost a lot of blood, and that there were claw marks over her chest, and stomach. The most pain seemed to be coming from her arm and hand. Her eyes were glassy, but she knew if she passed out again she might not wake. 

[color=f6989d]"My guitar..."[/color] the thought of her guitar stirred her, and she glanced around the camp for it.