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Location: Ember Grove University - Art Exposition
Time: Night
Interacting with: [@tea]Sorrel [@Ithradine]Volvango
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Finn watched as the female wolf tore apart the other vampire. Her words echoed through his mind. ‘Also I could not stand by and watch innocents get hammered’. Did she fight to protect the humans? The creatures that tend to see them as monsters that need to be put down? How innocent could you be if your kind created organisations like operation humanity and the holy saviors. An odd sense of morality for a werewolf but at the same time her words made the young wolf wonder about why he fought. 

To protect the innocent? He himself could not really be described as being innocent. Finn had beaten up people in the street. People he didn’t know, people who had not wronged him. People he had never seen before that just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. There was no real reason to do it. Maybe he was bored or frustrated, maybe it made him feel more alive. Some sort of adrenaline addiction that fueled his desire for violence. As if he could only value life when he was staring death right in the eyes. 

Just as the last vampire bited the dust another wolf barged through the door. Big, wild and totally not in control of his instincts. From the remarks of the alpha it was clear she saw the threat that he was to the other people in the school. Finn just saw a challenge. He knew all too well how changelings are in their first month after receiving what his father would call ‘the gift of ascending your human state’. Just for that, his father had a reinforced concrete room with a heavy steel door in the basement. Solitary confinement until they would have gained control over their state. 

The young wolf looked at the other male wolf in the room. He was way bigger and bulkier than him. He was the kind of werewolf that made Finn look like a small fry. Unlike the young wolf, he was the kind of werewolf that would have made Finn’s father proud. Finn braced himself, if that big guy would make one wrong move he would show the world that his size doesn’t hold him back. That he could overcome physically stronger and bigger wolves. He would prove to himself that his father was wrong for calling him weak.

[color=C0ABEF]” He’s feral. There is no telling who he’s going to attack next. If he doesn’t snap out of it, I'll knock him out. Then we can carry him out of here. More hunters would become a drag real quick. Silver bullets are annoying.”[/color] Spoke Finn in a far more serious, even a bit agitated tone. It was clear that the sudden appearance of the 3th wolf threw Finn off. He felt angered, agitated by his appearance and the young wolf didn’t know why or whom he’s angry with. [color=C0ABEF] “Anyway, I left my pack and have no plans to ever go back. Not that I’m allowed to return anyway. Something with old traditions and stuff. Anyplace to go is fine with me. As long as it is close to Ember grove.”[/color]