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Pain wracked his frame, blood drip-dropping onto the asphalt, leaving a trail all to easy to follow, but, as usual, he couldn't bring himself to care.

A deadened soul, the Oracle had called him, something unholy.

He had killed her for that. The bitch.

Ah, the faint stirring of ire in his soul, the only passion he knew. It gave him the energy to take another stumbling step, the Lycan genes working their hardest to patch the rented skin back together.

The bastard. He had made one mistake, one mistake, and it had cost him dearly. It would seem, here, in this land of the free, that the male's of the packs didn't take kindly to lone wolves crossing their territory.

They had jumped him when his back was turned.

Of course, he had torn each and every one of them to bits, in front of their cowering mates, but not before they had taken strips from him in return.

It had infuriated him.

Dully, he took note of his body reverting back to its more human stage. He hadn't needed to fully transform, an impossibility at this stage of the moon, but he had enough in him to go part way, neither man nor beast.

His fangs ground into place, a dull ache echoing from the surrounding teeth. Good.

The wound was nearly gone, the white of his shirt soaked through, but a minor problem only. The slashes on his stomach, reaching from his collarbone to his hip, were now only corded scars, the only thing that would not go away.

Another mark on his skin, but that did not concern him.

The scent of his twin did.

Nora groaned as she rolled over in her bed checking the clock on her bedside table. It was five in the morning. What was her Grandfather doing at five in the morning calling a meeting? She knew better than to get up and go down stairs. Instead she got out of bed and stumbled through her room to her light switch turning it on she glanced back across her room. It unfortunatly needed to be cleaned.

But that would have to wait. As she slowly continued ot wake up Nora pressed her ear against her bedroom door trying ot listen to what was going on down stairs. More than once she wished she had a wolf's senses. Straining to listen she hear Garetts gruff voice and the sound of something breaking. Grandma would not be happy.

Sarah dug through another dumpster, it had been at least a week since she had eaten something even half filling, and this last pack had left her more bet up than normal. She closed her eyes and tryed to smell out something.

Standing in front of his mirror, Silvanus Ó Rinn pressed a hand to his newest scar, four diagonal slashes across his entire chest, gifts from his silent twin.

The bastard. He would kill them both.

Oh, yes, Silvanus and Silas were all to aware to their ethereal connection, woven since before they were born, stronger than cables and more binding than a corset.

And so the Wild God said unto them, let them be as one.

The only thing his damned mother had bothered to give him, a shoddy piece of parchment and a banged up cradle on the side of the road. A warning, perhaps.

Smiling wearily at himself, Silvanus tugged the shirt of his uniform back down, walking from the small bathroom of his minuscule apartment, ready for another days work.

His place, a dark, brownstone building located on the eastern stretch of the city, wasn't as bad as he had originally thought, with kindly neighbours and hyper kids, he was perfectly content.

In the fact that there wasn't a lycan within ten miles of this place.

He had even imagined to get a a job! A miracle in itself, he thought amusedly, turning the lock on his cream white door.

Today would be good.

Sarah left her dumpster, and walked down a shadowed alley, one a month, if she was lucky, there would be half a stake in someone's trash, or leftovers from the night before when no one ate.

Silas let out a breath, blank eyes scanning the mouth of the street he had taken shelter, two blocks from the bloody mess he had left behind. Carefully, he scanned the street, filthy shirt left behind as a precaution. Better to be seen clean and shirtless than a splattered mess, cops, he had learned did not take kindly to such things.

Good.

No one. It was, luckily, a quiet part of town, infamous for drug users and cut-throat gangs. No one would be seen out this late, and it was still far to early for most to be heading to work.

He absently touched his stomach, a twisted smirk coming to his face. Enjoying that, dear brother? There's only more to come.

Sarah stopped as she smelled blood, it was blocks away, but she still didn't like it. She was torn between food and safety, but her hunger won out and she took careful steps at she sniffed around for something.

He ran on instincts, that was what his father had told him, quite proudly, when he had found his wife and the mother of his son dead on the floor, throat torn out by the adolescent wolf on the floor.

He had had that smug grin on his face even as he had torn out his intestines.

But it had been the truth, Silas theorized, gliding down the cracked side-walk, bare feet padding across the glass that scattered the place carelessly.

Most, if not all, the buildings were run down, shattered lightbubls hanging from the entrance of the apartments, needles or condoms laying discarded on the benches and steps.

Filthy humans.

But it didn't matter which one he entered. He just needed new clothes. Saying so quietly to himself, he climbed the worn cement of a baby blue house, out of place in the street otherwise filled with apartment complexes.

Sarah hurried past the houses of the drug dealer's, she knew they had nothing worth dying for, and they would kill her if the found her rumighing their trash. She quickly got to the other side, where the middle class lived and something caught her attention. Cake. Sarah ran to the trashcan and spilled it over, lapping up the squares of leftover birthday cake.

He was turning before he even registered the metallic crash of steel on pavement, and his canines sharpened instinctually, ready for the attack that never came.

Muscles loosened. Just a cat. Spinning, he returned to working the rusted lock loose, ears still pricked for any noise. He had lost too much blood already that night, no need to loose more.

Nora listened as her grandfather growled something that she couldnt make out. The front door opened and after a moment slammed shut. Quickly Nora scuttled away from the door and began digging through her clothes to find her running attire. Changing in record time she heard her grandmother tap on her door.

Getting ot the door quickly and safely Nora smiled at her grandmother as she opened it.

"Good morning!" She said brightly. "I was just getting ready to go running, whould you like to join me?"

"At five thrity in the morning?" Her grandmother raised an eyebrow. The woman didnt look a day over fifty but she was probably twice that.

"You gotta love fresh air," Nora beamed.

Rolling her eyes, Nora's grandmother moved aside and Nora ran down the stairs yelling a goodbye over her shoulder as she went out into the cool morning.

God, Sarah whined, licking her lips, I need more... Her nose dug through the trash, but it was all gone. Sarah whined and started for another trashcan.

The door was silent, oddly enough, as Silas forced the door open, lock bouncing in the palm of his hand, nose flaring as he scented for any living inhabitants.

He sneezed, sending a cloud of dust into the air, the place as musty and abused as any you would find.

But this didn't register in the mind of Silas, he merely glanced at it all, the faded chairs, the hallway leading to closed doors and forgotten secrets.

Interesting.

Nora kept her pace even as she ran. Her grandfather hadnt given her any warning when she left as he usually. It didnt matter much Nora knew them all, take you're usual route, dont go near any drug dealers, dont go far enough into town that you would run into any drug dealers. Nora rolled her eyes as she left the small dirt road her grandparents lived on. She could take care of herself.

Sarah smelled dust, which was odd for this time in the morning, she slowly snuck around the corner, keeping her head low.

Another door fell back, and silver eyes peered at the once glorious master bedroom, the ancient smell of human life lingering in this place.

Perhaps it was sad.

Feet padding on the thread-bare carpet, he crouched in front of a small chest, pulling the straps from their hold so he could open it, hands running through the thirty year old cloth carefully, so as not too stir up more dust than necessary.



Silvanus, in the pale blue scrubs of a nurse, entered the ER where he spent the majority of his hours saving lives, working beside a miracle worker, Dr. Higgins.

The man had saved his life not even a year ago.

As she began to get tired Nora slowed her run to a walk. She didnt want to go home yet. Her grandmother would be humming sweet tunes while backing, and her grandfather, or Rusty as he urged her ot call him, would remind her of saftey in the woods. But he rgrandfather would leave for work soon. Sighing Nora looked around her. She had gotten deep into town without realizing it.

Sarah could smell the man who had just entered the blue house, he smelled like blood and wolf. Sarah had to get out of there, she was too weak to take another attack.

Wolf...

The dark scent wafted over him, and, distantly, Silas could hear the scrabbling of claws on cement. A threat. He stood, dusting the back of his jeans as he stalked through the house, teeth piercing the gums along his jaw.

He would not be humiliated again.

Sarah hurried down the alley, making quick dart's around drug houses, she was almost to the point that she couldn't smell the other ware, but then she stopped. Hamburger... oh,God. Sarah licked her lips and looked around for the grill.

Brushing some hair from her eyes Nora looked around her. Shops, alleys,there was more comotion then her grandparents small house in the woods.

((lol, hamburger, a were's secret weakness XD))

Damn it all.

Growling quietly to himself, Silas stopped in the doorway. Distraction after distraction, it was enough to cause his ire to rise.

The little wereling would be his.

Even now, he could smell it, and with the creature in his mind, he went running through the streets, the first rays of the sun beating down upon his still bare back.

(Lol, yep)

Sarah wiggled her way under a fence and into a back yard, a bit of the chain-link scratching along her side.

Nora passed by a small house, she started stretching her arms. She didnt know how long she had been out and knew she should begin to head back at some point.


Kohl ran through the tree's. Darting between old stumps, over fallen logs. The early morning air was fresh ans exhilarating. He knew he would probably have to head back home soon, but he couldnt help himself.

(Exhilarating)

((ahh ok!, I'll change it))

Sarah licked her side before looking around again for the grill, It's here somewhere...

May was walking down the street sighing to herself.

He stepped beneath a lamp post, the edge of a forest and the beginning of the suburbs behind him, sniffing the air. The scent was faint now, but enough to track.

Nora crossed the street and turned to head back to her grandparents. She could hear Rusty's scolds already.

Kohl heard laughter and voices ahead he was already back in town. Slowing to a trot he slunk around close to alley ways staying inconspicuous.

Sarah snooped around the yard, untill she found an unatened grill. Licking her lips, she pawed ont of the patties to the ground.

(Peoples?)

(OWO)

(No one's commenting -.-)

A man came out the back door and saw her. "Mangy mutt," He growled, and shot her front leg. Sarah wined and barked in pain, before hurrying off. She started to morph as she limped, it would be easier to run on two legs. Sarah grabbed a paint splatted tarp out of a dumpster and wrapped it around her naked body, blood dripping down her arm. There was a hospital a few blocks away, and she ran to it, leaving a trail of blood.

Scrubbing down his arms after the most recent round of surgeries (a man had knifed himself, how, don't ask him), Silvanus muffled a yawn. He had yet to guessed used to these early mornings, and half-way through the first two hours he always found himself dragging.

A coffee or four should be a satisfactory pick up, though.

Meanwhile...

Silas punched a nearby wall sending a spiral of cracks up its surface. He was not a juvenile! To lose to such easy prey was senseless! Was he not descended from a proud clan?!

Growling to himself, he looked up at the crescent moon above. Not even close to the full, but he could force a change upon himself. Then that damned she-wolf wouldn't escape him.

Sarah stopped outside the hospital, her body weak. She had no money, so she just hoped that someone would take pity on her. Wrapping her arm up in the tarp, so the blood didn't get on the floor, she stepped into the waiting room and up to the front desk, "We. Need. Help."

Hands grasped securely around a cup of coffee, Silvanus watched with muted interest as his co-workers rushed out the doors with a stretcher, their faces bleak with the thought of another round.

He contemplated putting his drink down, but downed it. With what was probably coming, it would go cold if he even thought about abandoning it.

Sarah collapsed, and the woman called someone to get her quickly. Even in her human stage, Sarah could smell a wolf. Oh, God. I'm in their territory. I'm going to die, they're going to kill me.

As he prepped the machines, the smell of fresh blood hit him like a ton, his senses overwhelmed with it. Coughing, nearly gagging, he turned away from his fellow nurse, taking a moment to compose himself.

Fool, you've dealt with worse now get a grip!

Sucking in a breath, he turned back as the stretcher was rolled in.

Men grabbed her and pulled her onto a stretcher, but Sarah fought them. If she was going to die, it would be on her own territory, bleeding.

Trembling, he rushed to his associates side, helping to hold the unruly girl in place even as her blood soaked the sheets. He felt his gorge rise. He had never been one for blood.

"Ma'am you should stop struggling, you're going to hurt yourself."

His smell overwhelmed her, "Oh, God, please don't kill us." Sarah's eyes were full of fear and pain, and she kept her's on Silvanus's shoulder. Looking in his eyes was almost a sured death.

His heart stopped as the words fell from the girls lips, and his trembling increased. A lycanthrope, here? Or a hunter? Fear squeezed his heart, but innocents were near, and he could not cause a scene.

Placing a hand on her forehead, feeling the heat radiating from it, he whispered, to low for a mortal to here, but fine for a skinwalker.

"Do not speak as such, there are humans about, and I will take action if you reveal us."

At least she was respectful, he observed, following her gaze to his shoulder. At least.

Sarah stilled at his touch, her breath coming out in pants. He wasn't going to kill her... yet. And maybe, she prayed, he wouldn't have the chance to.

Maybe...maybe she works with Silas...Maybe he's waiting just outside the door...

Nerves and mind a mess as he worked robotically next to save the girl's life, Silvanus couldn't help but wonder where his brother was, and what he was up too.

He came forward to the girl, pressing the oxygen mask to her face calmly. "Keep this on."

From what he could see she had been shot in her leg, but the frags had travelled higher up and into her hip and upper thigh, which Maxwell, an older nurse, had already begun to remove. It wasn't overall too bad, but the scarring would be prominent once it healed.

Sarah's body was already scarred, some of them almost as old as she was, and she knew one more wouldn't change anything. The mask had made it easier to breath, but her head had gone fogey. She kept her eyes on the wolf. She knew she couldn't look above his shoulders, so instead, she wastched his hands as he worked. Why is he helping us?

Nora watched an ambulence speed away and almost thought nothing of it until the scent hit her. While she wasnt a full blown werewolf, she still could do somethings, her senses were heightend- hearing seeing tasting smelling seeing. And what she smelt that moment caused her to freeze. There was a wolf scent. One that was unfamiliar. Gripping her ipod she started running towards home. Rusty would need to know.

(She's at the Hospital, not in an ambulance)