American Werewolf...In America

Synopsis

March 25, 2005 - Mignonette and Oliver get attacked by a Werewolf at the lake. A Red Wolf and a Black Hound show up to fight the Werewolf, but they become terribly injured in the process.



Setting

Lake Highlands:

The Lake Highlands neighborhood was built for recreation. Filled with biking trails, forest, and the easiest access to White Rock Lake, it's become a neighborhood known for its draw to families. There are quite a few subdivisions filled with moderately sized houses with fenced in yards, beautiful gardens, and clean sidewalks. Street lights keep the roads well light at night, and the traffic generally slows down after dark.


Cast

Mignonette:
A delicate flower. A fragile gem. An apt description for the woman, in form and figure. Brilliant green eyes, darkly lashed, accented by perfectly arched brows illuminate her face, set above a puckish nose, lightly dashed with childhood freckles never quite outgrown. Full, sweetly curved cupid's bow lips in a naturally rosey tone add a sensuality to her face, offsetting high cheekbones and a slender chin. Her skin is all peaches and cream, darkened only lightly by the rays of the sun. That same sun has kissed her dark brown hair with hints of gold and auburn, as it frames her face and spills down in light curls to just below her shoulderblades. Her makeup is understated, accenting only her eyes, with a light shimmer to her lips. Her only jewelry is a delicate platinum chain, from which depend a trio of diamonds set in a rectangular frame.

Her attire today is a perfect marriage between easy fashion and comfort. A dark sage grey cashmere summer sweater clings to her figure, accenting the demure curves at breast and waist. Delicate crochetwork accents the camisole style top of the sweater just above her breasts, inlaid with muted orange flowers. Rather than fully covering her arms, the sleeves are attached under the arm, leaving her shoulders and the tops of her arms bare. Decorative lines of crochet work form a ribbed pattern along the sleeves of the sweater, just before they end in slightly belled cuffs. The fall of the sweater ends at the edge of her hips. A pair of butter soft casual smoke grey bootcut dress slacks skim the curve of her hips, tailored to accent her figure. On her feet a pair of square-toed matte black leather boots add some inches to her height, bringing her to a respectable 5'7".

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Oliver:
Standing at 6' tall and of a fairly atheletic build the man before you is of light complexion, his hair's dark brown, almost black and cut to a fairly short and messy french crop. His eyes are a dark blue leaning somewhat towards green, he's got a slightly crooked smile, his nose is just a little crooked, and he sports slight dimples.

A black faded wash denim shirts worn, the sleeves rolled up it, a pocket over both breasts, the collars a short and left open, its slightly creased as though its been put on without ironing, yet its tucked into similar faded black jeans, done up with a leather belt with a plain metallic buckle, on the feet are worn black shoes which seem to have been polished to a bright gleam and then allowed to get badly scuffed.

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The Black Hound:
Standing before you is a great black hound with red eyes. The beast appears to be mostly wolf, but has some strange features. Its ears are slightly larger than those of a typical wolf, and its tail is slightly curved upwards like that of a husky. The animal is slightly over six feet in length and about 180 pounds.

The Black Hound is associated with and often blamed for bad luck and misfortune. In truth it has no ability to change luck for better or worse, though the appearance of the creature often strikes terror into those who see it.

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The Red Wolf:
The form before you looks like a large oversized wolf, some might mistake her for a bear, or large cat actually with how big she happens to be. Legs are long and a bit on the lanky side to fit in with being a wolf like beast. Paws large and thickly padded so she moves around very quietly. Thick ebony claws slightly stick out from each paw and are even retraceable. Proving she is anything but a normal wolf. A large head rests upon a strong neck. Muzzle big, long and powerful, the tips of two top fangs seen against her bottom maw as there just too oversized to rest fully within her maw. Nose rich ebony, able to catch the faintest of scents, with a few pale silver whiskers at either side of her maw. Ears are large and triangle like in shape, able to pick up any sounds without a problem.

Muscle is found all over the beast, a good amount about her shoulders and legs proving once she gets started running she can go for a while. Thick protecting fur covers her form, this helping her out during a fight. Color being a dark ruddy red with earthy brown tinting, pale yellow found running across her underside, and maw. Ebony black is found tipping her ears, running down the center of her back, and tipping her long tail. A slight peppering of black and silver is also found across her sides and haunches. Bright silver can also be found circling her eyes in a thin wavy line mask that runs down to curl at the sides of her bottom jaw. Eyes of paler then pale ice blue are found upon this animal. When light hits her eyes just right they glow bright blue.

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The Werewolf:
What stands before you is a creature of cinematic proportions. Large, hulking, and near seven feet tall when standing completely erect, the werewolf is an intimidating creature. Half man, half wolf, the transition between the two creatures is not artistically done. The fur that covers its body is patchy and course, covering the entirety of his form. He walks on his hind legs more often than not, like some sort of crouched, hulking giant of a man. His fingers have been replaced with harsh primitive, claws that happen to be larger then a man's face. As for his snout - it is shorter, pudgier than one of an actual wolf's. His eyes happen to be distinctly humanistic, a dark blue in pigmentation. And for his matted fur, it's a dark, chocolate brown that lends him the ability to blend into the darkness he is born into.

From afar, he may look like a dark-fured bigfoot of some sort. Certainly not natural.




Scene

A high, bright full moon sits large in the sky, above Dallas and above the lake. The lake in question glitters like a deep, dark gem, set to sparkling by the silver light trickling down. Much of the area around the land and the forest beyond, having been cooled so quickly by the setting of the sun, is rimmed with that soft misty fog that rises from the water. In the distance, the botanical gardens are alive with sound and music, some sort of benefit or party keeping the place open and much busier than it would normally be at this time. All else is mostly quiet, except for the occasional late night runner making use of the cement pathways that meander here and there through the recreational area.

Mignonette is one of those late night runners as she makes her way along the path closest to the lake, seeming to enjoy the cool sensation of the mist moving and swirling around her as she runs. It's become something of a ritual, for the woman who can't ever seem to get back to her house at a decent hour. But she seems to have settled into the routine, and wears a comfortable pair of track pants, a white sleeveless t-shirt and she has a small backpack on her back, a flashlight, unlit, in her hand. For safety, certainly, and as a bastion against the darkness.

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The last thing Abbey wanted to do was go wolf in the city, but with still healing ribs she knew going out into the wild wasn't the best idea. The red wolf is slowly moving along through the forest, sticking to the shadows and unwilling to wander to close to where people may be found. Ears flick forward and back while she pauses among some bushes near the edge of one of the trails. Maw twitching she snuffles out to see if there may be anyone around. So far she seems to be on her own. The large wolf slowly pads out from the cover, tail flicking about nervous like while she glances one way then another across the darkened path while she works on making her way towards the other side to slip back into the darkness of the trees and brush.

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The moon is out. The night is young and comfortably brisk. And, unfortunately for the poor citizens of Dallas - while the sun is away, the wolves are out to play.

Full moons are always dangerous and stressful for one Sean Miller. He went to his day job, considerably paler and more twitchy than usual, but that was the only behavior that could have been counted out of the ordinary. He dropped by the nearest home improvement store, buying large, industrial strength chains and a huge lock. And then, after eating a full meal, he drove off into the woods. After traveling as deep, and as far away from civilization as he could, he proceeded to lock himself to the largest, strongest tree he could find, with the hopes that it would be enough to keep him contained in the area.

Well, he was wrong. The creature formerly known as Sean broke free of its restraints without care that it was bleeding thanks to its efforts. And after wandering around the forest alone, after spending its time hunting for prey, it's finally made its way back towards the city. A loud howl errupts from the forest's edge - less wolfish and more demonic and sinister in nature. But, still, humans shouldn't be concerned. It's just the animals, right?

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Mignonette notices neither the red wolf, not, well, whatever else might be lurking as she runs. It's not that she's stupid or thinks herself particularly brave, but, well, she is a human, living in a predominantly human world, and that brings with it a sort of belief in safety, right or wrong, and a desire to see your home as a place where you're protected. Mostly. And so, she continues running, coming up along the path that runs between the forest and the left side of the lake. But the sound, wild, animal and dangerous, is enough to give anyone pause, including a small woman in a very big world. Her steps falter, and she comes to a slightly jerky halt, eyes turning towards the woods to try to see what might be making that noise. She tucks the flashlight into her waistband and shrugs off her backpack, the thing small enough that she can strap it back on against her front, like some strange shield…or not. And then she grabs the flashlight again, and begins to move, not quite as blithely as she was, but still, running.

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The red wolf has just made it to the other side of the path, movement is heard some distance down on the path and the fresh scent of human catches her attetnion. Tail flicking around a few times the large wolf continues forward meaning to move away from the path. This is what is on Abbey's mind up until the howl that echoes in the area. Ears flick forward and her head lifts while her pale gaze darts one way then another. Now she's heard wolves howl before though there is something about that howl that sends a chill down her spine and a faint growl rests within her chest. She turns her gaze back towards the pathway just catching sight of the flashlight as the bouncing movement of the person running brings it closer to the area she is in. A quick sniff is offered to the beeze, though she doesn't catch the scent of what made the howl, so she has no clue where the bigger bad wolf might be at the moment.

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Oliver comes out of an evening mostly to do business, he's certainly not a runner, wearing jeans and a jacket, his hands rest in his pockets as he listens to the sounds of the animals his glance around the park making it obvious he's wary at the least.

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The howl - or growl as it was, still sounds some ways off. No one ought to be in immediate danger just yet. As Abbey is unable to catch the scent of the feral creature, it is proven that he is outside of the danger zone. However, the truth of the matter is that the large, hulking beast can move. He can move surprisingly quickly for his bulk. To those receptive and aware, the tension mounts in the air. The scent of werewolf fills the air. The crack of a tree crashing down in the forest might be heard. And to those psychics in the area - a faint train of thought might be picked up. It's not articulated in words, not like a human's mind is, but the dark feeling ought to be recognizable: it is hungry. It is bored. It wants flesh to carve through.

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Mignonette seems determined to continue running. Much like many of the things in life, she's taught herself not to cower. And this is her home, her house down at the far end of the lake in the subdivision where she started. With the coming of the vampires and the changes in the world, the world and the night have become much more dangerous places. She refuses to be afraid and let the monsters win out. Still, she does reach into her backpack, still tightly strapped to her chest and pulls out her cell phone, keeping it tightly in the free hand that isn't occupied with her flashlight, which is indeed now turned on, as she's moving to an area where the overhead lights are fewer and further between.

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Shifting on her paws Abbey chooses to following along the path, the human running is soon caught sight of and the large wolf shifts down into a crouch to stay hidden among the darkness of the bushess that line the side of the pathway. Her maw twitches, nervous wandering through her mind as she catches the thick scent of the werewolf getting closer and closer. About now would be a great time to have a pack somewhere to call for back up, or perhaps its time to leave? The thought of leaving does cross through Abbey's mind, a mind that is in the mix of being a wolf but at the same time stil attemping to hold onto some of her human traits. One of them being to help others in need, so this is why she stays, even though she knows the lumbering werewolf that is getting closer is out of her leage when it comes to trying to stop. As Mignonette passes by her on the path the wolf slowly turns and following along, careful of where she steps to not freak the dear human out more. Though she keeps a good pace, just incase the werewolf should suddenly appear she can attempt to do something to perhaps protect the human.

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Oliver frowns faintly the almost alien thought does reach him and he doesn't like it reaching into his jacket he pulls his Glock taking the time to check that it's loaded he sighs slightly, pushing his thumb down on the mag to ensure that there's no give.

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Have you ever felt like you're being watched? Like there is a creature among the darkness, just waiting for you to turn around and and drop your guard for it to pounce? Well, this is the feeling that is settling itself in the air. The night is thick, choked with tension, and the supernaturals are not the only ones to notice this. A number of humans that had been around have suddenly decided to scuttle home, despite how pleasant the weather is, and how incredibly bright and full the moon happens to be.

And, for good reason, because it is now that the forest moves, rustling and creaking in ways that imply that just behind their borders, unseen creatures are prepared to wreak havoc. Once again, that tortured howl erupts. Ear-splitting in volume, there is an indescribable, cursed quality about it that is enough to freeze blood in one's veins.

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Alright, this is what Alex would call a tactical retreat. Mignonette, hearing the second howl, which now seems, to her human ears, closer than ever, finally pulls up short, "Merde, should have stayed in Baton Rouge." Thsi is just not her night, but she's no dummy, and she quickly turns around, to face back the way that she came. But that's hardly much help, considering how far she is from home, and it's not like calling her cousin would help her. He lives in Uptown. The woman is on her own, as she starts back down the path, moving more quickly than she was. Not running hell to leather of course, because that would just exhaust her and potentially pull her up short before she made it back to her house, but yeah, she's making like Flo Jo.

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Orion is having a terrible night. The rash of Black Wolf attacks has left the town in a panic, which is generally bad for black wolf looking creatures. The moon has trapped Orion in his hound form and so far he has had rocks thrown at him, been shot at, and chased by police officers. Deciding that suburbia is not a safe place to be right now, Orion has come out into this less populated area.

The Black Hound appears from the direction of the city, stopping and sniffing the air before proceeding toward the lake. He seems not to notice anyone around him at the moment, but the creature is limping and may be preoccupied with the wound on his hip right now. It appears that one of those bullets got a little too close and managed to nick him. Orion limps down to the lake and lays down, lapping up some of the water from the edge. When he hears the howl he stands quickly, ears perked, tail erect, and hackles raised.

The red wolf pauses as Mignonette does, maw twitching as she hears the other howl that echoes over the area enough to cause another chill to run across her spine. This is truely not how Abbey thought she would be spending her evening. There is a pause and a blink of pale blue eyes as she catches sight of the human turning and running back the way she came.. Like the first howl wouldn't be enough to tell you to go /home/? A faint grumble like sound escapes her while she turns and starts to follow after Mignonette once more. The wolf still keeping to the shadows of the bushes and trees as she follows along the pathway. She gets the sinking feeling that they could actually be heading back towards the werewolf with this move. The thick scent of the werewolf is caught on the breeze moreso at the moment.

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Oliver doesn't seem too concerned about the howling, although his gun's pretty close to being drawn at all times now. He's walking along the path, he frowns a little though when he spots his lawyer. "Miss Savoy?" He sounds a little surprised, in the way one might be when seeing a familiar face in an unexpected setting. "It's a bad night to be out on your own. Would you care for some company?"

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Well, Orion is in luck. Sort of. After tonight, the emphasis will no longer be focused on black, wolfish creatures. Not if wereSean has anything to do with it. There is no previous warning. Just dead, disorienting silence. The calm before the proverbial storm.

But then, the beast explodes from the forest, powerful legs propelling itself towards Mignonette and her human companion with a snarl, drool dripping from razor sharp teeth. Large claws are swiped in the direction of the slighter, perceived weaker of the two - the woman. Animal instinct drives him to injure the first before destroying the second, after all. The creature either doesn't recognize the fact that there are others of its kind around - or it doesn't care. There's not enough of Sean the human to stop himself from his evil deeds.

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Mignonette herself slows, as she catches sight of her client, her voice husky with the exertion of trying to run back down the path at double speed. "Mr. Marcos?" She stops, bending over slightly, hands on her thighs to try to catch her breath. Finally, she straightens back up, "I would love some company, I don't know what the hell is making that noise, but I'm trying to get back to the house." Perhaps Mignonette should have kept running and not stopped to talk to her client, because it's just then that the wolf/human thing charges out of the forest line, moving preternaturally swiftly, and heading right towards her. She has enough time to turn her head to hear the commotion, just enough time to see a massive black thing heading right towards herself and Oliver, but not enough to twist away or start running again. An undeniably human scream, high and painfully sharp, as sharp as the claws that rake open her back splits the air as the force of the blow sends her pitching forward, phone and flashlight flying from her hands as she instinctively holds her hands out to try to keep her face from hitting the cement.

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Orion flattens his ears when he sees the creature and involuntarily tucks his tail. He seems to hesitate for a moment, trying to decide what to do about a werewolf. He has never seen a creature like this before, and it takes him a minute to actually identify the creature properly. The Black Hound finally takes action as the beast attacks one of the humans in the park. He turns toward the werewolf and lets out a rather loud howl of his own. An eerie howl that does not sound entirely canine. He hopes that the sound will distract the werewolf long enough for him to get over there. Orion runs toward the beast, a black form with red eyes. The wound slows him a bit, but it won't stop him from attempting to throw his weight into Sean once he’s close enough.
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The sudden quick movement is enough to grasp all of Abbey's attetnions, and the red wolf is suddenly crashing through the busshes and trees heading onto the path which gives herself away. The scream from Mignonette is heard but the wolves attention is fully on Sean. It only takes ond bounding leap for her to be on the pathway and then suddenly lunging forward, not towards the humans but instead towards Sean.. A thick snarl escapes her, maw opened wide and fangs gleam slightly as the light hits. Her attack happens right after the werewolf nails Mig. The wolves jaws snap out, going to try and bite down upon the arm that just caused the damange to the human. Most likely not the smartest place to get in a first attack but it was the closest part of the werewolf for her to reach. The howl of another is heard, but her attention is fully upon Sean at the moment.

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Oliver had turned his gun in hand, he'd wasn't certain he'd have reacted quick enough, then Abbey and Orion attack and he's suddenly got a little time. in a quick move he heads for Mignonette intending to get her to her feet if he can, he'll be damned if he's going to go through the trouble of finding a new lawyer now, he intends to get Mig to her feet and then get out of there as quick as possible.

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The strike lands, and the creature formerly known as Sean fixes it's cold, feral eyes upon Oliver. His jaw opens to growl in the man's direction, a sound that is to prelude his next attack - but just like that, he is tackled from behind by a dog. A rather large dog. This in itself would probably not be able knock the beast over, but when Abbey joins in on the fray, the weight of her bulk weight down his right arm is enough to make the two-legged creature tumble over. As blood pours from his wounds, he lets out a primitive cry of pain, momentarily caught off-guard. But soon enough, he is swinging and attempting to dislodge the red wolf from him - swiping at her body with his free arm as well.

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If the world tumbled down all around Mignonette's head, it could not be half as terrifying and unremittingly convoluted as this night has become. Her hands hit the cement, the force enough to scrape the palms raw, and then Oliver is there, reaching for her, even as she tries to scramble to her feet, even as a large red wolf lunges just past her, and a black dog sends the thing that attacked her nearly into both of the humans. But you can say one thing for Mignonette. Her hands might be raw, and her back might be streaming blood, but she's got a great survival instinct as she grabs onto Oliver, her weight slight enough that she's unlikely to stagger him, or risk pulling him down as he reaches for her. She gets to her feet as quickly and steadily as she can, and while she's not ignoring the pain at the least, she seems to have decided that running is a very, very good idea. But she's bringing the client with her. Just like a Savoy. Never leave a client behind. Maybe that's why their fees are so high, "Run. Run!"

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Orion somehow managed to knock the creature down. He was not expecting that and ends up tumbling over the werewolf and landing in a sprawl between the creature and the humans. He gets up and shakes himself off, looking confused until he spots Abbey. When Orion sees the blow Sean is about to deal to Abbey, he does something probably not so smart. Rather than allowing the Red Wolf to be smacked around by this creature, Orion leaps in the way in an attempt to block the attack. This results in the Black Hound being thrown to the ground with a loud yelp. He has a nasty rend mark on his left flank, but he manages to stand up again and half-heartedly growl at Sean some more.

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The first few hits slam into Abbey's side and then Orion jumps into the fray blocking the rest. Still her side is bruised and batterd and yet she doesn't let go of Sean's arm. A thick muffled growl escapes her while she does her best to hang on to the werewolves arm. Her head shakes madly trying to drive her teeth into the arm more while a forepaw lashes out towards Sean's other arm in some attempt to block it from hitting her. She isn't sure how long she'll be able to hold onto the werewolf so she hopes the humans will run for it..

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Sean is mindless, unaware of the damage that in this lunar form he is inflicting upon the world. All he knows is that there are two particularly pesky nuisances, and they are irritating him. With a full-throated howl, the best struggles to make its way back to his feet, only stopped by the persistence of the red wolf on his arm. Unintelligent eyes fix themselves on her person then, and he proceeds to slam the entirety of his arm down against the cement of the pathway in his attempts to dislodge her. Orion's half-hearted growls are not noted exactly. Neither is the escape of the two humans.

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Mignonette, in other circumstances, might feel poorly about the two creatures being mauled, as she was, and perhaps, once she's calmed down, she will. After all, the strangest thing about this -entire- night, is that these two, the red wolf and the black hound seem to be trying to -save- her, to protect her from certain death. But she's hurting, and bleeding and only human, and the terror still has not subsided, especially as she feels a thud against the ground and glances back, as unable to look away as Lot's wife fleeing Sodom, to see Orion thrown down, and then the werewolf thing, very much like the horror movies but worse, so much worse, trying to swat the red wolf off like a fly, and she, not turning to salt, but only ratcheting up the terror in her head, likely so loud that it's deafening to poor Oliver, grabs the man faster and the pair run as fast as injury and human bodies allow, back towards the house, back towards civilization, back towards safety, in a world that will never be quite as safe anymore.

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What a terrible night. Attacked, shot, and thrown around by a werewolf. Orion is a little woozy from that last blow, but when he sees the creature thrashing Abbey around he gets a second wind. He prepares to leap at the creature’s throat, but he stumbles slightly and makes a pained noise. He shakes his head and lunges forward again, making unfriendly growling noises and gnashing his teeth in the general thigh area of the beast. The hound’s mind is taking over now, the pain and adrenaline is causing the rational part of Orion’s mind to move into the background.

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Pale ice blue glaring eyes stare back at Sean's, there's a feral rage hidden there, one that proves she isn't about to give up that easily. Abbey feels the movement, her jaws crunching down hard upon the arm, a forepaw slashing out towards Sean's chest right before she is slammed against the ground. Even in her wolf form she is dealing with still healing busted ribs. A sudden muffled cry of pain is heard as her side hits against the ground. This is enough to make her jaws loosen and the red wolf lets got a moment after this. The she-wolf falls to the ground at the feet of the werewolf, blood drips from her maw, all from the dear were while her side throbs and aches. Her own ability to counter pain is starting to kick in, but her ribs most likely just rebroke from that slam to the ground. For a few moments she is unable to move, pain overiding her mind as she works on fighting it, leaving her a rather open target..

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The fictional Werewolf is not used to being attacked back. Never before has anyone or any creature been foolish enough to rise against the predator, putting its own life on the risk. Therefore, the beast is at a loss. He is not equipped for combat, necessarily. Just to take down prey and feast. As it is, he manages to suffer through his pain with single-minded alacrity, already moving in a thuggish sort of way to finish off the wounded wolf, when a new set of jaws sink into him.

There is a snarl as the creature takes a step back, faltering away from the injured wolf, and his attention lowers towards Orion's dog-form. His claws, large, sharp, are thrust in the direction of the dog's skull, trying to remove the offender.

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There is a very sharp yelp as Orion is thrown back once again. The Black Hound stumbles sideways in a drunken manner and falls over for a moment, the right side of his face matted with blood. Orions mind is completely gone now, the Hounds mind having taken over. He manages to stand once again and hobbles over toward Abbey. He stands in front of her with his tail raised high and his ears flat against his head. He lets out a rather menacing growl and somehow manages to put on an effective threat display despite the severe wounds he is suffering.

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Abbey has ringing in her head, she isn't sure what its actually from though. The red wolf gives her head a few shakes and blinks as she looks up to catch sight of Sea and Orion going on it. Shifting she is up on her paws, a thick growl escaping her while her hackles lift and tail lashes about high behind her. She can deal with the pain for the moment but later its going to be a problem. Her jaws snap at the air, a warning for the dear werewolf it would seem.

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Sean is freed of his attackers, and with a primal hunching it tenses its muscles, prepared to pounce on the two shifters and finish them off. But then, his ear twitches. He glances over to the side, his snarling dying out. The reason why is quite evident after a second, however - there is another howl. And then another. And another - the pack. It's coming.

Now, in this form, Sean doesn't have his human intelligence. But he does know that this can't be good for him. With a growl, deep in his throat, he looks to the injured creatures once more, before starting to step off. Ignoring his wounds, he gets onto all fours and speeds out of there, back into the forest.

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If dogs could let out sighs of relief, that is what Orion would do right now. He collapses onto the ground next to Abbey and looks to be about half dead. After a short respite he’ll manage to pick himself up and hobble back to the shop before dawn.

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Abbey is unmoving from her spot, other then taking a few steps forward to make sure Sean leaves.. Though the howling down catch her attention as well. A faint rumble escapes her while she shifts to half rest against her haunches once the werewolf is gone. Her head lowers as she pants, needless to say she feels like crap. Before the pack can get close enough she shifts up onto her paws and starts to slowly limp/stumble her way back to the garage, following after Orion in the process.

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