Werewolves VS Vampires discussion

Cry walked into the forest, the fresh scent of oxygen being released from the numerous trees filling his nose, along with the more prominent redolences of pine and plants, and just the all around scent of foliage.

Michaela walked into the forest, behind Cry. The fresh misty smell of the grass mad her feel relaxed. It felt good get out of that dusty movie theater. She looked at Cry and noticed that he already caught a sent of an oxygen.

"Perhaps we should wait for the others before hunting," he suggested, though that did not stop him from transforming. Closing his eyes and latching onto the wild side of him, in which the wolf roamed, he felt his skin erupt in small ripples, signaling the sprouting of fur. The transformation was painful, as his whole stucture was reshaping, and performing the impossible to survive, but he had survived for quite some time with this ability. It felt like seconds, when it was only half a second that it took him to shapeshift.

Lynx walked quietly after the two of them, head slightly tilted as she smelt the clean air that was significantly different from the polluted towns and cities. Her footsteps were quiet. Unheard despite the easily crushed autumn leaves beneath her sneaker clad feet. She looked on a the shift took place, and could almost feel the wolf inside of her demanding that she change forms, although she held back, taking another glance around the area.

Michaela grinned as she watched him shapeshift. She decided to do the same her face molding into a Un-human like form; taking the shape of a wolfs muzzle, to her the transformation was painless, due to her necklace aroun her neck. the rest of her body shifted into her full wolf form, her yellow eyes looking into Cry's.
"good idea" she said.

Cry's deep, blue orbs tore away from Michaela's, searching for the other two whom had agreed to follow. He could smell Lynx's redolence, albeit Gary's scent was more faint, thus giving him the idea that Gary was falling a little behind. It felt wonderful, just being able to go wild, though it was always the hangover that followed; it never gave him a headache, but it was always worrysome when he realized he had no back up clothes. No matter! He had snuck his large, wolf body through the town numerous times... He would just have to wait until sun down for such antics. Hunting was not a necessarily quick process anyway; then again, they were no ordinary wolves.

When he noticed Gary's presence, he now decided they could finally get this hunt in gear. Lifting his snout to the air, he sniffed the light breeze, able to depict a herd of deer not too far off. "Found some..." he indicated, pushing his hands against the distance to immediately shoot himself off at an accelerated speed. It felt good... Being able to stretch his legs, being able to run with such speed, and the sheer strength under the coat.

Lynx finally let the change take place, fluidly transforming from her human form to her wolf one with relative ease. The shift barely hurt for her, seeing as she had lived with it her whole life. Her mother and father had been born werewolves, and in turn, so had she. She shook off her fur, seeming to be quite small even in her wolf form, and looked at the others expectantly.

Michaela followed Cry. someone should test him out for steroids she said to herself before looking back at Lynx she smiled back at her slightly, it felt great to run, her fur danced as the wind brushed up against it. Soon she caught up with Cry.

Lynx followed along, not pushing herself to much yet. She usually left her reserves ready for the kill. She trailed along behind them, not to far back but certainly not ahead either, her willowy legs carrying her lithe, muscled body quickly and effiecently. She knew for a fact she wasnt the fastest of wolves, but she could certainly hear alot better than most, especially with enlarged ears in her wolf form. She was on the heels of her packmates now, but held back from pushing ahead, preferring to stay behind.

Within half a mile away from the herd, his ebony class dug into the soft terrain, anchoring him to an eventual standstill, as he skid for quite some time. Licking his ebony lips, his intent eyes swept over the herd of prey. The plan he conjured was not necessarily easy, but then again, perhaps it was. "Someone help me trap two; two others make their way ahead so we can steer the two deer in your direction and ambush them." He did not call the shots often, howbeit even when he was now in command, he always had fun making up his own plans.

"I'll help you trap" michaela said as she walked up to him, licking her lips. She could almost taste the warm blood on the oxygen.

Lynx looked at the other packmates expectantly, waiting for them to lay claim to any of the positions before speaking. "I will go up ahead, who will join me?" She questioned, looking over at Cry and then to Gary and finally Michalea before returning to her gaze back up ahead, ears flickering back and fourth with the sounds surrounding her. She wasnt fussed about whom planned the hunt, as long s it was executed to the best of their abilities and they managed to bring prey down.

At those words, he crept forward, his abdomen inclining against the terrain. His grey and white coat did not help to aid him in blending in, but it did not matter when you had speed he supposed. His eyes were currently on two deer whom had strayed a few yards from the herd, making them easy prey. Within five yards proximity, he pressed his stomach closer to the ground and sat still, his ears pulled back, waiting for Michaela to indicate if she was ready.

Michaela walked a little distance away from Cry, to make it harder for the deer to make a run for it. She looked up and noticed Gary and Lynx were ready. She eyes Cry and nodded her head letting him know she was all set.

Lynx made her way up ahead, crouching slightly to ensure she asnt seen by any prey that were in close range of her. She eventually slunk over to a nearby bush, which supplied her with extra coverage from on comming deer, and made her virtually invisible, despite the harsh scarlet pigment of her pelt. She lay in wait, muscles tensed and ready, ears alert for signs of movment, although ready to by pinned back when the time came when she would be required to run.

Seeing Michaela's signal through peripheral vision, he tensed his hinds, his body going rigid as he eyed the two deer. He waited for maximum potential energy, he waited for the wolf to really take over, and he waited for the adrenaline to get his heart pumping. Then, he burst out of the foliage, carrying himself over the terrain with a swift ease, albeit as his feet bounded, the dirt often became churned and in its disturbance, it flew in all directions. The herd seperated in chaos, and the two deer in their line of vision sprint off as well, though Cry kept an eye on them. Cry remained to the left, blocking the left deer's hope of changing direction, whilst steering it toward Lynx and Gary.

Michael pushed her body into a medium sprint, her vision was all Vivid of the deer, she shook her head and pushed her claws into the ground making her go into a fast stop. Was was this feeling? it was pain. From bring knifed in the stomach early. Kay laid down in the dirt, knowing she could no longer continue this hunting feast. It was up to her pack mates.

Lynx could here the sound of pounding hooves draw ever closer and resited the urge to growl with anticipation. Instead her ears were now flat against her head, muscles clenched together and claws sharpened and ready to bring down prey. Her dark eyes waited for the deer to come into view, tail slightly raised above the ground as she waited patiently. Her body was already filling with aderenline, ready to fuel her on when the time came for her to attack the unsuspecting animal.

Cry immediately noticed Michaela had fallen behind, and thus there would be small altercations, of course. He zoned in on one deer, snapping his jaws viciously to appeal it into running faster. He could faintly see Lynx and Gary's body behind the foliage, and knew he had gotten the deer close enough to their range. He then anchored his claws into the ground and whirled around, sprinting after the one that seemingly got away. Pushing his hinds off the umbrage, he escalated into the air, paws and claws ready for the lacerating of flesh and his maw wide open. His maw snapped on the deer's neck, bringing it down immediately as his paws pushed against its stomach, claws sinking into the flesh. When the prey went limp, he looked up and spotted Michaela's figure in the distance. With a loud yip, he tried to encourage her to come forth.

Scarlet sniffed the ground and looked around. She looked behind her and let out a small yip, which was returned with another yip and her pet came trotting up next to her.

Michaela forced her painful body up. She walked casually over. Her trail tucked in between her legs, why was she feeling pain? Her necklace normally healed her pain away. This was strange. She thought to herself. Son she approached the rest of the pack and laid back down into the dirt.

Lynx's body sprung into action as the deer approached and she leapt from her hiding spot. The animals eyes were wide and alight with something close to fear, but also acceptance, as if it knew there would be no escape this time around. This didnt prevent it from running though, but her would body swiftly followed each of its movements. She eventually gained enough leeway to manage to jump onto the animals back, causing it to let out a frightened, grunt as it attempted to shake her off. Lynx fluidly clamped her jaws around the deers neck, causing it to halt and then its legs buckled. She waited until its breathing had ceased completly before standing, the colour of the corpses blood seeming to match the crimson of her fur.

Applying pressure to the carcass beneath him, Cry plunged into the abdomen, his powerful jaws working well to rip a relatively large chunk of flesh off, where he then proceeded to set it down in front of the injured Michaela. His blue eyes roamed over the premises, having heard a yip that was somewhat familiar. He shook if off for the moments notice, for he had a cripple to attend to. "Is it the wound inflicted by the vampyre?" He asked Michaela.

Glancing over his shoulder blade, he was proud to see that Lynx had taken care of the other deer. Feeling like the pack had accomplished a great feet, he shifted happily on his paws for a moment, kneading the ground seemingly before he settled down and sat on his haunches, wrapping his tail neatly around his flank as he nuzzled the pile of meat closer to Michaela.

Scarlet flicked an ear hearing the pack and wagged her tail some. She and Spike.went running towards them, as they got closer they slowed down and pressed their bodies closer to the ground.

Lynx's breathing was laboured as she began to haul the dead body back towards the rest of her packmates. Eventually after a few minutes of struggling she managed to find a sutible postion that she found easy to move the deer around in. She quickly dragged the carcess over, settling herself into a sitting postion and also looking at Michalea.

Michaela nodded her head referring to to vampire injury. She rolled over onto her side exsposing her large wound on her stomach. She sniffed the meet as her stomach growled with hunger. She looked up and smiled at Lynx as she did a fine job with the deer. She rolled back over to to her stomach and pawed at the scap of meet next to her. She begain to lick the blood off of the piece of meet thr Cry was kind enough to receive her.

Scarlet crawled out of the hushes and kept low to the ground, she stayed away from the pack some. Spike looked around and saw a lone deer and ripped off after it, he barked once and Scarlet got up and ran after him to help him bring it down.

Lynx nodded in apprication and gesturned toward the wound with her head.
Maybe the weapon that inflicted the injury was poisoned in some sort of way. She offered up as an idea, taking a few bites of the meet before her head came back up again. Her eyes scanned the area before resting on something that made her stomach churn and muscles tense.
No, he cannot be here. She thought to herself. As soon as she had blinked his laughing face had disappeared, leaving her uneasy and on edge.

The two of them had brought down the deer and Scarlet.dragged it back wit Spike trying to help pull it. The two settled down near the pack and they dug in.

((Night))

Cry was disappointed, and it was evident in his eyes as he stared down at Michaela; if Michaela was wounded, she would need to eat or something. "Eat it, Michaela; do not lick it." He then lied down across form her, his pink tongue overlapping from within his mouth as he panted, trying to regain his breath before even beginning to eat.

Michaela looked up him and sighed "I was planning on it" she grinned trying to make herself look happy, despite the pain she was feeling. She pulled the meet closed to her with her mouth and he'd it down with her paw before she bit into it pulling up the pice of meet and shoving it into her mouth.

Cry nodded, satisfied before he turned around and glanced at the two, or now... Three carcasses lying about the ground. He noticed Scarlet and her dog eating the carcass the two caught and grunted; he did not understand the bond between the female and the dog. To him, the close proximity between the two were ridiculous. "Lynx may get the heart then." He dug into the carcass in which he brought down, ripping off flesh and clamping it between his jaws, devouring the food.

Scarlet ripped open the stomach and started to eat the organs while Spike eat the meat.

Lynx tipped her head forward slightly in thanks, making quick work of the heart. She sat back on her hind legs, her mind now preoccupied with the disturbing thought of her brother discovering her location. I must check tonight.. She thought, deciding that she would venture out into the woods again when the sun had set and darkness blanketed the skies. It would be inevitable that Ray would come after her if she were alone. She would be easy prey for him. A sitting duck. Lynx shook these thoughts from her mind. Tonight. The words echoed in her head. I have untill tonight..
She was thankful that the otheres couldnt hear thoughts, see history or any of the other secrets she kept hidden. It was easier, simpiler. In her mind. To not ask for help, to not let others get involved.

Scarlet soon finnished and broke off the antlers and dropped one at Spike's feet. The two sat together and chewed on their antlers.

Michaela finished the scrap of meet; the only thing left of it was a little pool of blood on the ground. She licked her bloody lips and thudded her trail on the ground, sissified by the meal. Michaela's body soon went into shock. It shifted back into her human self without her controlling it. Maybe the wound wasn't something she should just let slide by. Her body was too weak for her to be into her wolf form. She felt a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach, soon she felt noshes. She picked herself up holding her hand around her stomach, with her back slightly arched. She walked away from the group a few ways before throwing up next to a few trees.

Scarlet looked at her and let out a small whimper.

((Guys please keep in mind that one of the rules says to write at least 3 sentence a post (In the role-play) Minimum thanks!))

((Sorry! Ill make mine longer in the future!))

Lynx's eyes widened ever so slightly as she stood, trailing after Michalea. She shifted swiftly back into her human form, eyes gazing around wildly as if in search of any type of threat. She stood behind the beta, and carefully pulled her hair away from her face whilst she threw up, unsure of whether she was supposed to be doing so. She had seen it happen often in the movies, and was simply mimicking the actions she had seen. She awkwardly patted her back, not getting to close simply because of the ordeals she had endured in the past. She was afraid to touch people, to allow even her pack brush up against her.She had been working on it of course. Day and night. but had so far made little progress.

Cry got his fill, and thus settled to licking his lips free of the crimson fluid before he then decided to wonder what was wrong with Michaela. Padding over cautiously to the two, he witnessed Michaela throwing up and snorted, his sensative nares inhaling the scent chunky fluid. He turned quickly, grateful for the rush of fresh air.

Michaela looked at link and smiled slightly "Thanks.." she pulled herself back up. She sighed and walked back over to the rest of the pack. She took a deep breath getting some fresh air. The nasty taste of throw-up in her mouth made her wrinkle her nose. "yuck..." She said to herself.

Peter walked into the woods, hoping to study some creatures. He climbed up his favorite tree and pulled out his crossbow. He looked around, fumbling the cross around his neck.

Cry's nares sniffed the air, the light breeze of oxygen bringing him the news of a human. He would transform, but to due so would result in maximum embarrassment, so he would avoid the human. To alert the two now converted females, he pawed the ground uncomfortably and nudged Michaela's back.

"It's quiet." Peter remarked. "Weird, the forest isn't normally this quiet." He put his crossbow around his chest again and shimmed down the tree. "Something's not right." Peter nervously said. His glasses were fogging up.

Scarlet looked at Cry and sniffed the air catching the human's scent. She barked at Spike and he ran towards the sorcery of the scent and Scarlet let out a quite whimper.

Peter heard foot steps. Panicking, he ran towards town as fast as he could. His heart was pounding out of his chest. His glasses fell off. "Crap!" Peter shouted to the wind. He looked for his glasses as he heard the crunch of bad news.

Cry growled quietly to himself, wondering what it was that the domesticated dog was doing; please, let the dog not lead the human here. With his odd appearance and his exceptionally larger body in comparison to that of a normal wolf, they were all bound to be found on sadly.