MarshiestMallow

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Quinton

"And this is just the beginning...how bad is it going to get?"

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@Vicier@BlackPanther

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Coming in just as Magnus-he thought that was the Druids name, was once more intruding where he wasn't needed, causing more of a fuss, Quinton sighed wearily, pointing towards a room where one of the teens was helping another. "Go in there, you two. Stay, we'll be along in a moment" One might think that Quinton was over stepping his bounds, but his command was more father-like then anything else, as if he was simply directing Abigale, and not two teens that could shift into were-creatures. It was brought on due to weariness, and the simple need to bring some control to the otherwise chaotic situation.

Slightly annoyed however, Quinton reached out to stop Magnus from leaving, saying in a low voice "You manipulate humans without a thought. WHat if they have a reaction to whatever you just did? You could cause more damn trouble. You offer advice, and guideance as an emmerasy, Druid, but if you were really Zoé's Emmerasy, then you would show the respect Zoé deserves" Not waiting to see how Magnus took that, Quinton said "I'll get the one in surgery. Six of them are, or should be, in the same room. Three more, I think, to go" Again, not waiting, wishing to help as much as he could. Besides, the screaming was bound to draw more people.

Quinton's previous pack hadn't had a Druid, but he had come across packs that did. They were suppose to be something akin to guidenace counsellors, only with a bit more kick in the power department. Magnus, to Quinton, just seemed both rude, obnoxious and just down right disrespectful. He sighed, and without cause, he entered the surgical area, eyes landing on the still healing boy. Shifting, he let his posture relax, become slightly warm. No point putting the boy on edge. His gaze roamed over Gage, noting that some of the wounds the boy had were older, sestained earlier, not from the wolf attack. A sports injury? Or something else? He approached the boy, walking with purpose amoung the staff, he leaned over Gage, laying a hand on the boys shoulder, saying softly "Stay calm, okay? We're going to tell you what happened. I'm going to take you to the others, to...to your brother, right?" With ease, Quinton took the breaks off the surgical bed, beginning to push Gage out, towards the others. "I'm sorry this happened to you, but your friends are all okay.".

Hoping that they wouldn't get caught out, Quinton knew he was the last thing from what a doctor or nurse looked like, in a simple shirt and jeans, he could perhaps tell anyone who sought to stop him that he had come in when he heard about the attacks, figuring the staff would need all the help they could get. A bad lie, but it was all he had.

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Cassandra

"Where are the rest of them? Do I have to kick butt to find them?"

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@December@Vicier@Vicier

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It was with relief that Cassandra saw that both Cody and Aron appeared to be alright. Battered, like they all were, but alright. In fact, Sebastian seemed to be the worse injured. Helping him to the bed that she assumed Cody had vacated, she fussed about a moment ensuring that he was okay, and wasn't about to pass out, automatically wrapping the blanket about Sebastian's shoulders, knowing warmth was a big thing. She was careful of her own hand, before she turned to Cody and Aron. "I'm okay. Just a little beat up, like everyone it seems. My dad didn't say that anyone was dead...and the nurses said that everyone was going to be okay...so It seems we're going to be fine...my Dad's going to get Syleste, that woman, Zoé, she wants to talk with us..."

She rolled her shoulders, leaning against the bed herself. She smiled, Cody and Aron were just so cute together...she wished she could say she had a hand in getting them together, but that was all them, in all their adorable grandore. holding hands, both injured, but seeking comfort from each other. At Aron's concern, at the scream, which from Aron's reaction was Gage. She looked to the door with concern, wanting to go find Gage, and no doubt Syleste...oh, god, what if that scream had been Gage reacting to something bad happening to Syleste?

She looked to the door, watching, waiting and trying to will the appearance of the rest of her friends. Kaylee...if Kaylee was hurt, it was Cassie's fault. SHe had invited the girl along...sick to her stomach, Cassie slid herself onto the bed beside Sebastian, wrapping her arms about herself, still watching the door, part of her hoping to see her father come in, and take her away, tell her it was all a dream...the other part thought she was just being childish. Yet she wanted her father. She wanted her friends, to know that they were okay. She wanted that safety, and security, of being with people she cared about.

She drew in a deep breath, and let it out slowly, looking over the three boys in the room with her, gently poking her injured hand, frowning at the lack of pain. Something was going on here, something strange...well, stranger then being attacked by a wolf. She looked to Aron and Cody again, then back to the door. If someone didn't come soon, she was going to go out and hunt down the rest of her friends herself, and she very nearly did so when she heard Syleste's cry, leaping off the bed and walking a little woobly towards the door.

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Callie

"I remember being that age, still confussed...I might never have children, so this is the next best thing"

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@Legion02

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A little amused at the young girls interest in her orb, Callie guided the light ball towards Alexis, even as she shut the door behind the girl, glancing up to the stairs at the sounds of a terrified meow, the scrabbling of claws and a bark, followed by a little girls joyful screams. With an apologietic look at Alexis, she left the orb with the girl, going to rescue her kitten, and nudge girl and dog back to bed. "Ah, Tigre. I'm sorry" She said softly to the ball of orange fluff in the crook of her arm as she came, sitting across from Alexis, and settling the kitten in her lap, sending her into estatics as she tickled the soft, white belly.

She studied Alexis a moment, giving her another kind smile. It must be quite strange, to find herself in this situation. "I'm sorry, a friends daughter is staying with me tonight. She just got her first puppy, and is understandably excited. I thought Tigre would be alright, yet she is still learning her own boundaries" The young kitten settled herself in Callie's lap, and Callie leaned back, watching Alexis. "You need not worry about me, Alexis. I am a White Witch, I do not harm people, especially not an innocent child. You can relax, my Inn is perhaps the safest place you can find in this area" She rose, and unceromoniously placed the kitten in Alexis's lap, retreating for the moment to the kitchen, where she took a moment to make them each a hot chocolate, soon returning and offering a mug to Alexis.

Returning to her seat, Callie was silent another moment, before giving a slight nod. "Feel free to ask all you wish, Alexis. I will do my best to answer them" She settled back, a mug of hot chocolate warming her hands as she brought it to her lips, watching Alexis. "The light is a ley line charm. I'm not particularly proficient in Ley Lines, but this is a simple charm. If you have any talent in ley lines, I can teach it to you" She said brightly, actually looking forward to maybe having a student to teach.

Academy of Hereos and Villains: Year two

Its okay. I might...do a little new years surprise

Academy of Hereos and Villains: Year two

Sorry, i've been scatter brained lately

i thought i posted

i guess i didn't

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Cody

"Finally...he's okay...we're okay...right?"

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Aron, @BlackPanther Sebastian, @December

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True to the paramedic's, or hospital staffs word, Cody was being placed in the same room as Aron. Relief at that, that he'd know if Aron was alright, was enough to keep Cody calm even as they wheeled him in. His injuries were hardly noticed, aside from a slight stinging and tingling sensation, sometimes a burning that he didn't really focus on, and all he cared about was knowing if Aron, and their friends were alright. Pushing himself up on the bed, the absense of pain in his leg a mild curiosity-maybe he was just getting use to the pain-he looked for Aron even as they placed his bed, securing it with the breaks. Seeing Aron was an absolute relief, knocking him flat on his back and leaving him a little weak, his heart a steady thump in his chest, and for a brief moment everything felt right in the world.

It didn't matter that they had just been mauled, badly, by a wolf, that they had injuries that no doubt was going to take a long time to heal, that they were stuck in the hospital after what should be a memorable day. It just didn't matter, as long as they were together. A breath he didn't know he had been holding escaped him in a soft, slow sigh, rolling out his chest like a wave coming to gently burch on the shore. Everything was okay. He had Aron. Not even waiting for the hospital staff to be gone from the door, Cody swung himself off the bed, wanting more then anything to simply be touching Aron, the space between them such a large distance.

In the space of what seemed like minutes, but was really days, Aron had become Cody's whole world. He would do anything for Aron, anything at all, and the frustration that he couldn't get both Aron and Gage out of the house they had to live in shamed Cody, but he knew he would never stop trying until he had succeed in getting them both out. A distressed sound escaped Cody as he took in Aron's injuries, wanting to soothe them away, and wishing he had been able to do something other then get his ass handed to him by a big, menacing wolf. "Aron? Are you okay?" For a moment Cody's steps were hesitant, waiting for the pain he was sure must come from his possibly broken leg, but none did. Not even a twinge. Adrenaline, maybe?

He reached out to gently touch Aron, wanting to climb in next to him, but unsure, not wanting to cause Aron any pain. "I'm sorry, I tried to distract the wolf..." There were many things Cody would regret, and that was one of them. At the sound of a commotion, someone yelling...no, not someone. Sebastian? It certainly sounded like him, Cody tensed, turning towards the door, he shifted ever so slightly, so he was between the door, and Aron, not caring that he was injuried, just knowing if something bad came through those doors, he was going to do something about it. Or die trying.

He'd probably die.

Yet as long as it meant Aron was safe, Cody would gladly do it.

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Cassandra

"But...I want to stay..."

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@Vicier@YoshiSkittlez@December

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As her fathers arms wrapped around her, Cassandra decided that right there, as he held her close, was the best place on earth. No one could ever come close to how secure he made her feel, how loved. Yes, she would be a better daughter. She could give her father that. Holding herself into his warmth, Cassie staved off the tears she knew would have otherwise fell, yet as he kissed her atop the head Cassie's resolve nearly weakned, and the tears nearly fell. She drew in a ragged breath, and let it out again, hugging her father all the tighter. As his demanour shifted slightly, to that of Doctor, Cassie couldn't help the smile that flickered across her face. If he was yelling at others, then he wouldn't be yelling at her. Nestled safetly in his arms, Cassie didn't want to go anywhere. The added benefit of him reaming out what was possibly annoying and intruding people was something Cassie didn't often get to see.

It made her proud that her father could help so many people, and did, while caring about their well-being and making sure there wasn't chaos. As he turned his attention back to her, Cassie met his gaze, and knew she couldn't lie. "There was a wolf...it attacked us...everything else...doesn't make sense, but I didn't hit my head, Daddy, I swear. It...it attacked, bitting me and...I'm okay Daddy...I hardly hurt at all anymore...maybe it wasn't that bad" She was trying to convince herself, more then him She thought. But she really did feel better.

As Zoé laid a hand on her shoulder, and pulled her away, Cassie let out a pitiful whine, trying to reach back towards her father, not wanting to be seperated from him now. "Daddy...!" Her hands fell to her side, tears welling once more, bowing her head before one escaped. She swallowed painfully around a lump in her throat, risking a glance towards Zoé. She nodded reluctantly, glancing over towards Sebastian. She looked back towards her father, feeling at a loss all of a sudden, wishing he would say something, do something, to override Zoé, but she didn't want to see, starting over to Sebastian.

"Sebbie, let me help" Sebastian appeared to have been attacked quite severly, and she manouvered her uninjured shoulder under Sebastian's arm, gently helping to support his weight, keeping her hand out of the weigh, the stark white bandages almost an insult to her. Not in the mood for the hospital staff interving, Cassie glanced about, knowing she'd use her fathers influence to keep them away. She wasn't adverse to that. Not after everything. She could hear Cody's voice in the room, and a small slice of worry fell away. Cody was okay. Sebastian was okay. Two down...She glanced about for Miri, or Syleste even as she help Sebastian to the door.

Pokemon Gijinka [Always Accepting!]

Meinjta is willing to work with Grazia, for Rasa's sake if nothing else. But if Graza is a bitch to her, she's going to be one right back. @TalijaKey

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Quinton

"Its going to be a long night..."

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@Vicier

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A little relieved that the scene hadn't exploded into a mess of supernatural horror, Quinton allowed the teenagers in the ambulance to have a few moments. He turned away, glancing about, giving a nod to Zoe when she indicated for him to gather them up. No doubt she wished to talk to all the teens bitten. He didn't imagine that that would just be a simple [i]hey, you know that wolf? Well, its gonna make you all into werewolves. Oh, all except you sirens. You're immune. And the weredingo, of course. You can't be both.[i] He sighed, and shook his head. What a mess. This was going to be a long night, and he sent a thought to Abigale, knowing Callie would look after her. He just hoped that Remus wasn't tearing the place apart.

He closed his eyes, listening to the sounds around him. It looked like Zoe was already having a hard time. Was that...was that a Banshee, screaming? No...a Siren. Perfect. Quinton drew in a deep breath, deciding that the two teens had had enough time, turning to them. Imprinted teenagers, both who didn't seem to be particularly old in their were-abilities, in the middle of this mess. Even better. Teenagers were bad at the best of times, throw in being weres, and imprinting, and this was just going to be an even bigger mess. Hopefully, none of the other teens would imprint. Just yet. This would cause difficulties-the girl was a weredingo, far from her home-native to Australia, weredingos had a slightly different approach to pack, and to becoming weredingos. It was going to be a learning curve for all of them, but essentially, if the young wolf-pup joined the pack, then the weredingo would come along as well.

Quinton rubbed his temples, and sighed heavily. This utter choas was what it was going to be like when Abigale was older, he was sure of it. And he'd just given her a wolf-dog pup. He must be insane. "Alright you two, looks like we're about to have a meeting. Don't make me drag your butts into the hospital. There is a lot to discuss, and I have no more clothes to spare". Trying to make this monumental task easier on Zoe, Quinton would get these two in, and with some of the others, gathering whoever he could along the way. That was what he was here for. The fact that the pack was goign to expand in number so drastically on one night was enough of a problem. What the hell were they going to do on the next full moon?

"Hop to it. And don't give me any whining, I have a daughter, I know all the tricks" God, he hoped he knew all the tricks. Abigale was crafty, and Quinton was sure that she could get into a lot of trouble, especially now. [color=limegreen]"If you have any family, best call before they find out on the news and come here hysterically. Zoe already has enough to deal with, without throwing parents into the mix"{/color]

He turned, starting towards the hospital doors, already weary. He rolled his shoulders, making sure nothing had been seriously injuried in the attack that was still healing, or would hinder him if something else happened. Nothing. At least that was one good thing.

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Cassandra

"...I don't know what to do...Everything is a mess..."

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Cassie glanced about her, thinking of going to see if Syleste was still in an ambulance, frowning at the challenge the doors presented. No one was about to let her walk out those doors, not when she was one of those attacked, not when her father worked here. She had come in enough times to drop in a home cooked meal, to be recognized. And he was so proud of her, that she knew he'd have shown pictures of off her. The thought that her father would know she'd been attacked was distressing to her-she loved her father, but she knew that there would be fights about her going out after this, and she didn't want that. Pressing herself up against the wall as Zoe came storming in, trying to be unnoticed by the older woman, and seeming to have succeeded in being unnoticed.

She felt a little antsy, worried, a little anxious, and damn it, her hand was itching. She couldn't scratch it-she'd seen the mess that it had been, but itchiness didn't normally happen this quickly in the healing process. Was she allergic to the material of the bandages? Concerned, but not enough to go back to her room, not when she needed to make sure that her friends were okay. Syleste...she couldn't imagine what syleste must be feeling. What she must think...She swallowed, looking about her, grimacing. The thought that Zoe, who had been there...Cassie didn't want to think about that, when so much of it was confusing...might run into her father, might spill the beans, and then Cassie would be in trouble, not only for not calling for him, but for sneaking about. Pressing her uninjured hand against her stomach, a little woozy, Cassie closed her eyes.

Please, let Syleste be okay...let them all be okay...Miri...the boys... Yet another thought crossed her mind. Her father might have information on them, and she could at least know that they were okay. Steeling herself for what could be a fight, but wanting to put his mind at ease, Cassie began to search for her father, Zoe's voice coming to her.

"...and your daughter..? Xerxes, let me help her.”

A sudden anger ripped through Cassie. She had no right to tell her father anything, now her father was going to be in an even bigger mess, probably thinking that Cassie's injuries were worse then what they were. Drawing in a breath, Cassie stepped closer. "Dad? Dad, I'm fine...really...just a little mauled...You were right, I should have taken Chewbacca with me..." Yet the thought of the young dog in that camp site...he would have been killed. Sick to her stomach, Cassie looked to her father, desperately, and then closed the distance, hugging him tightly. She didn't want to fight, didn't want that. She just wanted him, wanting the security he offered. For so long it had just been them against the world...

"I love you Daddy...I'm sorry" She whispered, closing her eyes tightly against sudden tears pricking her eyes. She knew she could be a giant pain in the butt, and that she probably took a lot for granted, took her father for granted, and it was something she was going to change. "I'll be a better daughter, I promise..." She looked up, her eyes wide and swimming with tears.

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Callie

"life is going to get complicated..."

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Something caught Callie's attention, and she rose, going over to the window. Her eyes searched the night, the darkness a little uneering. Checking the stairs towards the room, Callie was satisfied that Abigale, and Remus would be alright, and safe, but she still took a handful of Mountain Ash, slipping it into a pocket before opening the door, studying the night. Her eyes were joined towards the moon, a slight haze seemed to appear over it and she blinked a moment. Once, twice, thrice. Her gaze was drawn to a bench, a little far away, where she was sure she was sensing some sort of magic. She gazed at her charm, but there was no reaction, yet there was something...

With a frown, Callie took out a sleepy time charm, just in case and invoking it. She started towards the magic, unsurpised to see that it was Alexis, a girl that frequanted her little store. she gave the girl a warm smile, well aware of the questionable ways the girl had, influenced by the book in her hands, and the heritage her Grandmother left her. This wasn't something to judge the girl on, Callie certainly had been tempted, like everyone was in one way or another, to quesntionable and even dark sources, but she was a white witch, yet she did know that some dark curses were only that for what was put into them. Earth charms made it easier to not be tempted by dark forces. The child didn't appear to have a guide, someone that could help teach and guide on the right path.

"Greetings, young one" She said, her tone warm and open as she addressed the young witch, "The night is cold, would you like to come in for a hot drink? You can stay the night if you wish, Alexis" She waved a hand back to her inn, and glancing about, she muttered a ley line charm, a ball of light appearing in her hand, to help guide the way. It hovered above them, light falling about them in a small circle. "Ido have something to talk with you about, little witch" She spoke pleasantly, not a hint of malice in her tone. She was actually worried the girl might be cold, and hyperthermia was not fun. She should have brought a warmth charm. She smiled kindly.

"You will find your magic detection spell won't go through, the mountain ash and my own spells protects the building from interferance"

@Legion02@vicier@yoshiskittlez

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Niesha

building one, the infirmary

"Yes Doctor"

It was an immediate response, Niesha merely letting herself fall back on her training days, falling back on the instinctual respect she had given senior Pharmacists, before becoming one herself. She couldn't say that she liked that, but if it was what was needed to get through this, then that was what she would do. Now, hopefully it wouldn't be taken as condescending. She was growing weary of checking her words before she spoke, knowing she sometimes didn't understand her own tone, or what others might perceive of it.

Niesha stared at the sink a moment. It had certainly been a while since she had scrubbed up-since the fall of her community, where there hadn't been any medical professionals really. She couldn't truly say that she knew what she was doing, and that had been something she had wanted to explore, before all hell broke loose and practically shoved her into it. She nodded, and went over to the sink, making sure her hair was tied back and would stay that way before quickly, but thoroughly scrubbing her hands, and arms to the elbow.

She didn't let her thoughts wonder to the possibilities of why the two horses had come back alone, instead she focused on what could happen, what injuries they would have to deal with, and hoping she wasn't going to be a hinderance. Slowly, though, she let her eyes close and drew in a deep breath, calming herself as her thoughts drifted inevitably towards Sophia. She could do this, for her. Turning to Froggy, she shifted, ready for what was to come.

She had to be, right?

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Connor

"I just want to hold her, and tell her it will be alright..."

Magnus Bane (@BlackPanther) and Kaylee Evans (@Vicier)

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Connor watched the girl, wishing he knew her name, but her scent washed over him that tentilising smell of eucylptus engulfing him, bringing to mind that very first encounter. He still didn't know what was going on, but right then, it didn't seem to matter, perhaps it was just easier to go with the flow, and figure it out later. As she run fingers through his fur, sending light shivers across his body, Connor licked the tears from her cheeks, wanting to do more yet finding a wolfs abilities to be suprisingly lacking in comforting humans.

It was maddeningly frustrating for Connor, when all he wanted to do was take her in his arms, name or no name. He couldn't pretend that there wasn't something drawing him to her, not when it consumed his whole being. He didn't take his eyes offher, yet he was quite aware of those around them, listening to make sure no one was trying to get closer. If there was anything threatening, Connor knew he would act. There hadn't been much thought given, when he had leaped in before, and he knew he'd do anything to protect her.

Connor could well understand the feeling of blame, of guilt. While he knew it was foolish, a part of him couldn't help but wonder, now, if that wolf had been gunning for him, and his father just got in the way. He made a small noise, wanting to say that it wasn't her fault and just hoping that she understand. His claws made little clicking sounds as he shifted, continuing to lick her face. He closed his eyes, shifting again to lay his head on her shoulder, inhaling her scent, a paw on her leg.

What happened next probably surprised Connor more then it did anyone else. Everyone else might just think he had willed it to happen, that it wasn't the...fourth time he'd done this, but to Connor, suddenly finding himself crouching, naked was a surprise on a night full of surprises. He blinked, reaching up automatically to wrap his arms around the girl, thinking that everything was so biazer as it was, that he was far beyond caring that he was naked. He had just been a freaking wolf. Without even thinking about it, Connor wiped away the tears, and kissed her, trying to put in everything he truly wanted to say. it's not your fault didn't seem to be enough. this might be strange, yet I can't get you out of my head he might just send her running away from that. Don't cry...

"Its Connor, by the way"

It took him that long to realise that they had never exchanged names, an oversight that before hadn't seemed that big. Now however Connor wanted to know her name, wanted to be able to call her by it, his nakedness forgotten, as his thoughts, his very existance, seemed to revolve around her. He would do anything to make her happy, and to wipe away the tears. Anything. Absently, he realised that the man was holding out a set of clothes, and briefly he wondered where they had come from. Right away, Connor knew that the clothes would be too short, but he supposed right then, it didn't matter. He gave a nod, and took the clothes, a little flustered now as reluctantly he let her go, his tall frame making it a challenge in the ambulance, he nevertheless wriggled into the clothes. He had been right, they were at least sixth inches too short, and quite loose on him. He nearly laughed hysterically when the thought crossed his mind that he must look like a teenage girl trying to show off their midriff, nevermind the fact that they were mens clothes.

He looked back to the girl, slightly embrassed.

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Selina

"Forget her...its just not possible...why me?"

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Selina was still perched on the thick tree branch she had watched the campsite from, drawn from the job she had been on by the strange scent she had caught. There was wolf, and that lit anger in her, twisting her stomach in knots of fury, yet the strange scent-not quite wolf, not quite dog stilled her enough that she choose to watch, rather then attack. If there was a pack here, Selina knew she'd need guile rather then brute force, to either get through, or take them down. She lay on the branch, her claws-on both her hands, and bare feet-digging in to maintain her balance as she stretched out, her stomach pressed against the branch, and her legs positioned just so that she wouldn't fall.

The attack had been a suprise. She watched the battle, eyes following the wolves movements, even as it mauled the teens. The presence of not one wolf, but four nearly had Selina growling, yet common sense made her deathly silent. The were-creature threw her off balance, her mind flicking through those she knew. Something Foreign? It didn't seem to matter. Selina let her eyes roam over the people below her, when something seemed to slam into her, almost knocking her off her precarious perch. She gripped the branch tighter, pressing further against the bark, her eyes watching the blonde haired girl, her breathing slightly raggered.

No. It couldn't be. It couldn't happen to her, not like this, not with...with...a wolf-because that's what the girl would be. A werewolf. Horror filled Selina, and she tore her gaze away with a massive outpowering of will. She closed her eyes, growling lightly. No. She had not imprinted. She had to force herself to stay where she was, listening to the ambulances sirens grow fainter and fainter, as the distance increased. She clutched the branch tightly, digging her claws in deeper and deeper, she didn't seem to notice the mild pain that came along with it.

She had not imprinted.

She closed her eyes, for a moment, trying to pretend that she wasn't seeing the blonde haired girl, and her fabolous eyes. She shifted when it seemed all noise had faded and swung down, landing smoothly much like a cat. Retracting her claws, she glanced about, taking in the scents. fear was heavy on the air, as was pain, and she thought she caught a wiff of something intoxicating. Clenching her jaw, Selina hissed out through her teeth. No. Steeling her gaze, she looked about at the blood and destruction, crouching and searching for the tracks of the wolf that had attacked, but it was impossibe-the wolves that had intervened, their prints were all about her, and without knowing who was who, she wouldn't be able to track the wolf and kill it.

She glanced up at the moon, growling. She refused to let her thoughts go to the girl, refused to let them linger anywhere near there. She was not going to be mates with a dirty, stinking, wolf. Pressing a hand to her stomach, still in knots, Selina glanced around the camp site again. As begrudingly as she'd want to admit, the teenagers hadn't done anything, and thus she couldn't kill them. Yet. The slightest hint, and she'd be there, killing them. Best to kill them before they learned how to use their new abilities. Of course, the bites might just kill them....and wouldn't that be pleasent for her? Unbidden, her mind drifted back towards that girl, and she growled, walking away from the camp site. There was absolutely no way that she was heading towards town now, and her job would just have to wait for the time being. She had more pressing concerns right now.

First up, somewhere to stay. She was sure she had seen somewhere offering lodging...a ranch of some kind? The Running Y Ranch, that was it. It certainly wasn't like she really had to worry about money-taking the jobs she did, she had money set aside to splurge a little. Making her way to the Ranch took some time, but Selina did it, dealing with the clerk behind the counter who was trying to tell her that all the rooms were taken-it was New years, after all. Selina let him waffle on, and then leaned forward.

"You have rooms, now give me one. I can pay" She slammed cash down on the counter, and looked the man square in the eyes, tempted to let her blue-werecat eyes shine. She knew she looked a little ragged, being bare-footed, yet this was just intolerable. Finally getting a room, Selina flopped down onto the bed, closing her eyes. Gray eyes haunted her, and Selina growled, rolling over onto her stomach. She was sorely tempted to call her father up, and talk this through with him, but that could easily be a double edge sword. She justed wanted him to tell her that she hadn't imprinted, that it simply wasn't possible. But she knew what he would say, and what was the point of hearing it?

She sighed heavily. There was a meowing at the door, and Selina blinked, realising she had forgotten Antaya, but the white bi-coloured eyed cat could fend for herself quite easily. Chances were that she had tracked Selina down. Rising, Selina rose and opened the door, scooping the cat up into her arms, purring already. Returning to the bed, gray eyes haunted her.

Damn it.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

As the hours passed, drawing closer to the ball, there was a general hype of excitement in the air. Games officals worked hard to keep the atmosphere positive, but behind closed doors there was worry that something would happen. Rune Knights were already plastered about, and council members were seen. Carrie herself was studying the security with a practiced eye, giving a weary sigh. Just how had she got herself into this position, she wondered, not for the first time and certainly not for the last. She smoothed her dress, a bold yellow that had stripes of silver-blue colour running down it, almost like lightening. It was perhaps a bold statement, to remind people that she could very well beat the ever loving crap out of them with ease. Although perhaps not tonight, she thought wearily, rubbing a sore spot. She wasn't quite up to fighting standards, but no one need know that. Except, of course, Zephyr. Giving a sigh, Carrie nodded. Everything was, perhaps, as ready as they ever could be.

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Penny, returned from back home, stood in front of the mirror in her room. While she wasn't adverse to wearing dresses, something puffy like a ball seemed to demand just wasn't her style. She shook her head, why should she go with conventional? Smoothing her hair back, but leaving a strand either side to frame her face, and tugged the sleeve of her dress down just slightly, so her guild mark would be revealed. The dress was red and black, with a smattering of gold thrown in here and there. It fell in a line that hugged her body just enough to show of her body's shape. And she still felt ridicolous in in.

Sighing, Penny slipped the communication Lacrima and teleportation lacrima that was essentially standard operating practice for the guild now, into a clutch purse that she was only carrying for that damn reason. Not that she expected to be attacked, or parted from the others, but it was always good to be prepared. Ready, Penny went to the door, to head out.

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Jamie crouched, tugging Sam's dress down gently, and tying up the bow that came with it. Sam was a child in form, whehter or not her mind had been altered by her fifteen year death. Best she look the part. Not only would it go a long way to protecting Sam, but she did look positively adorable in her dress. Rising, Jamie herself was dressed in quite a simple dress that nevertheless looked striking. Perhaps it was due to her long stint on wearing clothes that were niether male or female, or perhaps it was merely the simplicity of it that caused such an affect. Even the boots she wore-practical and smart if there was a battle-and chances were there could be-didn't ruin the effect.

Of course, the reason why she wasn't wearing heels was simple. They hurt like hell, and she couldn't walk in them.

She glanced about, noting that there was a little bit of time, "Everyone ready? Amelia, did you need a hand?"